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footiehoemcfc · 2 years ago

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We'll be Alright pt. 4

Hi babies, this is part 4 and the final part of this fic. Please let me know what you think either through asks or a messages! Thank you so much fro all the love on part 1, 2 and 3. Some of you wanted a fluffy part 4 so I did my best in making it good. I hope you guys really like it! I kind of got carried away, this is the longes part yet and there is smutt so warning in advance. It's my first time writing smutt so if it's bad I'm so sorryyy :( just skip it. Anywaysss I hope you guys enjoy it! :) Fluff and smut, 3.3k words.

The night before could not have been better for you and Mason. You knew Mason always pushed his feelings aside to not crack under pressure, but you knew by his behavior yesterday he had to let it out somehow.

You woke up and when you reached to grab your phone to see the time, you saw it was 6 am. It was way too early to wake up and all you wanted was to fall back asleep in Mason’s arm. However, once you were fully aware of everything you realized he was not beside you. You were confused, he was not a morning person, especially at this time and this type of days where he was meant to relax. You put on one of his hoodies and your slippers on to look for him in the kitchen.

It was still a little dark, once you reached the kitchen you saw from the window the beautiful sunrise that was coming up, and you saw your boyfriend sitting in a chair outside watching it. He had his hood up, and a cup of tea on his hands. You opened the sliding door and took a big breath in. Being surrounded by nature was one of your favorite things. You hadn’t realized how beautiful the sunrise looked until you were outside.

Hearing the door open made Mason turn his head around and look at you with a smile. “What are you doing up so early Mase?”, Mason just chuckled and motioned you to sit on his lap. “Looks pretty right?” Mason asked you, “Yea it does…you still didn’t answer my question though” you said smiling. Mason looked at you and kissed you, “Umm I couldn’t really sleep last night.” “Why didn’t you wake me?” “Just because I wasn’t able to sleep does not mean I was going to make your night miserable” he smiled, and you smiled back. “It doesn’t matter love, you should’ve woken me up” you cupped his face. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” you asked now curious. You were sure it had nothing to do with last night since you felt the conversation you two had was pretty good. “I don’t really know, it’s been like that for a while” Mason sighed. “What do you mean?” “I guess, because I’ve been under pressure and stress, I just haven’t been able to sleep well” he said looking at the sunrise. “But, after last night I really feel better don’t worry” “Are you sure? You know we can loo-“ “Y/n, baby, I promise you I will get better. I have you now with me.” He said smiling at you and that made you smile as well. You felt more assurance in his voice. “Okay, I trust you then, and you always have me.” You stroked his cheek and kissed him. He pulled you in tighter and after the kiss he nuzzled his face into your neck still looking at the sunrise. “I never took you as a sunrise kind of person” you finally broke the silence. “Oi just because I’m not a morning person does not mean I don’t enjoy a view like this” he said poking your side making you laugh. “Especially with you, we should probably do this more often” “Wake up at 6 am and watch the sunrise?” “Yea why not, I have to wake up early anyways to go to training” “Mason, I give it literally 2 days, by the third day we probably won’t want to wake up” you said laughing and Mason laughed as well. “Alright maybe not every day, but it’s nice right?” “Yea it is, it’s very pretty” “Do I need to say the cheesy line ‘not as pretty as you’?” “Absolutely not, way to cheesy for me” you said laughing. You both stayed right there in the same place watching the whole sunrise.

“Well good morning you two” you heard Sophia’s voice. You turned around to look at her and saw everyone was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast. “Morning Soph, how did you sleep?” “Ugh like a baby, until Kai started sleep talking” this made you and Mason laugh. Still on his lap, Sophia sat in the lounging chair in front of you. “Anyway, how long have you two been awake?” “Since like 6 am” Mason replied making Sophia gasp. “Why the hell would you two do that to yourselves?” “Mase woke up before me and he was here watching the sunrise so I joined him” Sophia smiled “that’s cute, I could never do that with Kai. In no world would we ever wake up that early” you laughed. You heard Ben call you inside signaling breakfast was ready. “Wait! Don’t move, I’m going to snap a pic with the disposable camera you two look cute like that” making you both smile and blush. Sophia brought her disposable camera from the living room and snapped a pic of you Mason, you on his lap both hugging each other tightly and another kissing. “Very cute!” Sophia said squealing.

All of you went inside to eat breakfast Ben, Kai and Alix had cooked. Before you sat down with the rest you went to your room to go and grab your phone. Once inside, you heard a knock and Sophia emerged from the door. “Well I’m guessing you two talked last night, right?” she said smiling and sitting down on the edge of the bed. You smiled shyly, “yes we did, after we all decided to go to bed, he said we had to talk, and he wanted to start and from there on we just said everything we had to say.” “I’m really glad y/n” “Thanks Soph” you said hugging her. You both went back to the dining room and sat down in the table. Everyone was still in pajamas devouring all the pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. “Soph, what time do we have to check out” Ben asked after wiping his mouth with a napkin. “In reception they said we had until 12 pm so, we can finish eating get ready and ride our bikes or go to the main hall for a drink before we leave” “Sounds good to me” Alix replied and everyone agreed. “Actually” Mason interrupted, “me and y/n are staying an extra night here so…we’ll just move our things to the new place we have for today and we will see you at the main hall?” You were surprised. Mason hadn’t told you he had booked an extra night for both of you. You looked at him confused but happy as well. It meant a lot to you he took his time to do this for you and you could tell he was putting effort in trying to make it right with you. “Awwww” Ben started teasing Mason, “oh fuck off Ben” Mason said laughing. “Cute, alright I’ll text y/n when we get to the main hall then?” Sophia said and you nodded. All of you got up to go back to the rooms to get ready for the day.

Once in the room, you started placing your things back in your bag, not packing the neatest way since you were just moving from one place to the other. “I’m hopping in the shower, you want to join me?” Mason asked with just a towel around his waist. You looked up at him from the floor and saw him smirking at you. “As tempting as that sound honey, I do not plan on getting my hair wet since I washed it yesterday so I will have to pass” you said smirking as well knowing you annoyed him a little, “Fine” he said throwing his head back. Mason hopped in the shower and you took the time to pack his thing as well. Once Mason finished showering, he stepped out the bathroom again in just a towel around his torso. “is that your way of seducing me?” you asked raising an eyebrow trying to tease him. “I mean…is it working?” he asked smiling and walking towards you thinking it was, but it honestly was. You loved his body and you loved his tattoos. “Kind of” you turned your back at him, but he grabbed your waist and pushed you down in the bed pinning your arms above your head. He started kissing jokingly all over your face making you laugh since it tickled. Once he stopped, you two just laid there admiring each together for a moment. “How come you didn’t tell me you were booking an extra night for us?” “Well if I had, then it wouldn’t have been a surprise would it?” “Thank you Mase” you free your hands from his grip, cup his face and kiss him slowly. The more you guys kissed, the more heated it got, but you pulled away, “Babee” Mason said whining, “we have to finish packing and moving to the other room, get some pants on” Mason groaned knowing you were right making you laugh lightly.

All dressed, both of you grabbed your bags and went to reception to collect the new keys for the night. During the walk to your new place, it started pouring rain. “Oh fuck are you kidding me” you whined realizing you washing your hair last night was now useless. Mason just laughed realizing the same thing. “It’s not funny now my hair will be ruined” you said pouting. “C’mon then” he grabbed your hand and made you run to the room. Once he was able to open the door, you both were soaked. “Great this is so great” you sighed, looking at the mirror and seeing your drenched hair. “It’s not that bad love, and with that shirt you look hot” Mason smirked, making you look down. You were wearing a white shirt and with the rain it made the shirt pretty much see through. He could see your black bra. “Okay then, I’m hopping in the shower” “No no no you’re not leaving me hanging again” Mason said pulling you towards him before you were able to reach the bedroom. He grabbed your face and kissed you, this time in a more passionate way. You lifted your arms up and placed them around his shoulders. Still at the front door, you two were making out, his hand moving from your waist to your butt, to your arms. It would be the first time in a while you two would have sex, but you were really craving it not remembering you were supposed to meet everyone in the main hall. He pulled away from you, grabbed you by your back thighs, lifting you up and started carrying you to bedroom, kissing your neck and you moaning in his ear. Once he reached the bed, he again placed down in the bed. He started taking his hoodie off and you laid there looking at his body. You then sat up and took your soaking wet t-shirt off. He kissed you again heavily making you lay back down in the bed. You pushed your tongue in his mouth making him moan. “I missed kissing you like this” he said catching some air. You pushed him so he could now be under you. You sat on his lap and removed your bra, letting your breasts fall. He immediately sat up and took one in his mouth while massaging the other making you moan his name.

Mason started pulling your joggers down, so you stood up and took them off him doing the same thing with his. You laid in bed just in your underwear. He towered over you looking at your undies, “this are coming off as well love” grabbing your undies pulling them off. He started kissing you from your mouth, to your neck, all the way down to your core. Once he reached the sweet spot, he kissed your thighs trying to be as loving as possible. “Mase please don’t tease” you said looking down at him, loving the view. He just smiled up at you and placed his mouth and tongue right where you need him to. You threw your head back loving the sensation of him eating you out. After a minute or two you felt yourself get hotter and right in the edge of finishing in his mouth, but your phone started ringing. “y/n I swear if you ans-“ you didn’t listen to him and just answered.

“Hello” you said shakingly over the phone Mason still working his magic on you. “Hey, did you and Mase get the new key?” you realized it was Sophia on the phone. “Yea…yea we did” you said trying to hide your moans and covering your moth when she started speaking again. “Oh okay, well it’s pouring out so we think its best if we leave now, we can’t ride bikes like this.” You closed your eyes trying to not moan, but Mason hadn’t stop. “Oh-“ you were about to moan so you covered your mouth again, Mason smiling while he was still going down on you. “Sorry it cut off, okay well I’m about to shower we both got drenched in the rain” once you finished your sentence you covered your moth again, feeling yourself get even closer. “Okay babe, I’ll see you in London then?” Sophia asked on the other line. “Yep” you barely spit the word out. “Alright, love you have fun with Mason and tell me everything later” Sophia said, and you could tell she was smiling on the other line. “Yea I promise” after saying that you hung up very quickly and moved your hands grabbing Mason’s hair. “Oh my god Mase, I’m going to cum” he didn’t stop, he just kept going until you finished on his mouth. Once you reached your high, he came back to the top and kissed you. You could taste yourself all over his mouth. “Fuck baby” you said sighing trying to recover. You looked down between both of your bodies and saw he was still in underwear. “Why do you have those on still?” teasingly asking. He smiled and started taking them off.

Once he was completely naked, you started getting even more turned on now. Grabbing his face, you told him moaning “I want you babe”. Mason smirked. You started stroking him and he closed his eyes enjoying what you were doing. He lined himself up and moaned at the feeling of being fully inside you. He started his thrust slowly, both of you enjoying every moment and sensation, sensations you had missed and craved for a long time. After a minute or two he started going faster making your moan even louder. “Fucking hell babe” Mason said looking right at you, forehead touching. He was close and so were you again. “I’m cuming Mason” you moaned against his mouth. “Me too baby, cum with me” both of you started panting and moaning louder and saying profanities. His thrusts started getting sloppier and both of you reach your orgasms. He rested his face in your chest and you played lightly with his hair trying to recover from your second orgasm of the day. He lifted his heap up and kissed you, not I a heated way but passionately. He pulled away and looked at you, “I love you so much babe” he said, “and I don’t know if I said it yesterday but thank you” you looked confused, “for what Mase?” “For being there for me always, and for forgiving me” he stroked your cheek and kissed you again. “I love you too babe” you smiled and said in the kiss.

Once you both got cleaned up and you washed your hair again, Mason told you he had the whole day planned. You went on a walk after it stopped raining. There was a small lake that hadn’t seen yesterday with boats to ride. You spent the whole day just in each other’s companies. This is what you both needed. You rode the boats, went to the small coffee shop in the dining hall, rode the bikes again and watched the sunset in the same position you watched the sunrise in the morning. Once it had gotten dark, Mason tapped your lap so you could stand up, grabbed your hand and started guiding you back to the room. “I need you, my love, to get ready” you were confused again, “for what exactly?” “Well, I’m taking you on a date, to diner” Mason said smiling, proud of himself. You smiled as well feeling giddy inside. “A date?” “Yes”, he opened the door to your complex and he told you to do your makeup and wear something pretty.

You started doing your make up in the vanity, Mason already ready came and sat next to you watching you do your makeup. “What should I wear, that dress” you said pointing to the dress hanged in the closet, “or something more casual?” Mason looked at the dress. It was a simple short dress he had bought you, “The dress” he said smiling looking at it remembering he got it for you in one of your trips.

All dressed up, you started walking to the restaurant. It was a very fancy one. Chandeliers, fancy furniture, the food looked fancy and weird but in a good way. “This looks so pretty” “I feel like you want me to say the cheesy line” mason said chuckling and you remembering what it was. You just smiled at him and he got closer to you whispering in your ear, “not as pretty as you baby.”

Both of you were shown your way to the table. The whole diner was more than perfect. The food was amazing and so was the service. Mason really put effort in trying for it to be more than you could’ve wished for. Both of you talked the whole night, so much you didn’t even realize they had to close for the night.

On the walk back, Mason gave you his jacket being a complete gentleman. Holding hands, him lifting it up kissing it. This is the Mason you missed. You didn’t need him to be all over you all the time. However, you just need him to be happy not just with you but with everything. It was a rough time for him, but the day he had off you wanted him to enjoy them and relax. Once you were both in pajamas back in bed, Mason cuddled up to you. You look at his eyes, “Promise me if you can’t sleep you will wake me up please” “I promise” he said assuring you. He turned off the light form his bed side lamp and pulled you again back towards him. “Do we watch the sunrise again tomorrow?” he said almost laughing and whispering teasing you since he knew you would not want to wake up. “Only if this time you make tea for me too” “Deal” Mason kissed your cheek and you both called it a night with an “I love you”.

“Baby” Mason whispered in your ear. “Babe, wake up it’s almost sunrise.” You rubbed your eyes and started waking up. You saw Mason leave the room. You checked the time, 6 am, again. You got up, grabbed a cardigan and your slippers. Once you reached the kitchen, Mason was making tea for both of you making you smile. “Okay tea done” he said handing you your cup. You both stepped outside an sat down in the same position as the previous day watching the sunrise. “Look” you say giving Mason your phone showing him the pictures Sophia had taken yesterday with her camera. “Fucking hell we look good”, laughing you both enjoyed your morning. This is how every other day started with Mason now, watching the sunrise in his lap and a cup of a tea both of you knowing everything would be alright.

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thomas-meier · 2 years ago

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Thomas was glad he and Celeste chose to have the baby shower away from home. There were so many people in the restaurant there to support their twins, and he was completely blown away. There was so much love filling the space, and the presents were piling high on the gift table. It was far too generous. Thomas knew the twins were going to be the luckiest little girls in the world. He walked by the snack table and put some fruit and a couple of chocolates on a plate before he sat down at an empty spot at one of the tables. “I just wanted to thank you again for coming to support us. It means so much to Celeste and I that you’re here. Did you enjoy the food? Did you get enough? There’s plenty left,” he grinned. “Lord, I’m really starting to sound like a parent, eh?”

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Thomas was drawing shapes in the sand as he waited for lunch to finish cooking over the fire. It was pretty much the same thing he had for dinner yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. He was honestly getting sick of it and was running out of ways to serve it. He looked up when he saw someone walking toward him. “I’m happy to share, but you have to give me a lap dance first.” He deadpanned for a moment, then burst into laughter. “I’m just kidding. You should have seen the look on your face,” he laughed some more. “I tried to kind of glaze the fish with pineapple juice. So we’ll see how it is.” He patted the ground next to him. “You can sit. I don’t bite- even if you’re into that sort of thing.”

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Thomas was beyond grateful to finally get permanent access to the bungalows. Sleeping on sand and out in the elements for weeks was brutal. It wasn’t comfortable. Sand got everywhere. He got wet if it rained at night. He was also pretty sure it would take years for his skin to recover from the near constant exposure to the sun. He would have to see a dermatologist as soon as he got back. The biggest perk was that he could shower anytime he wanted. He could also escape the heat and the sun by going inside. But as grateful as he was, Thomas was also surprised that he couldn’t fall asleep on the wonderfully comfortable bed in the bungalow. So he got out of bed and crossed the room to Celeste’s bed. He was grateful she also won a permanent spot in the bungalow. After the yacht party, he was pretty sure they were in the same bungalow together on purpose. Maybe he’d thank the producers.

He carefully and quietly crawled into her bed. “Shit. I didn’t mean to startle you,” He whispered. Thomas didn’t know if she jumped from being scared or if she just shifted from him getting into the bed. “I can’t sleep, and thought that if I can’t sleep, I might as well be not sleeping next to you.” Was it cheesy? Yes. But he meant it. Especially after the yacht party. He was thrilled that he and Celeste felt the same about each other and they could focus on their relationship. Thomas moved a little closer and draped his arm across her waist as he got settled into the bed. “Did I wake you up?”

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mviswidow · 4 years ago

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must be something

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

Prompt: omg if you’re taking Wandavision requests, could you do wanda x fem reader in the decade of your choice where they’re neighbors in westview that fall in love? - @sapphic--reporter A/N: i chose the 70’s for this one!! i ended up scrapping what i had for it and starting over, but i definitely like how this version turned out much better.

You smile when you hear a knock on your door and look to your watch, 4:00 pm. She’s right on time as usual. You hurry over and open it, seeing Wanda standing at the entrance, “Hi Wands.”

“Hi Y/n/n,” She breathes out, cheeks looking a little flushed.

You smiled at her, ducking your head before clearing your throat, “Uh- I’m ready to go if you are? You can head out to my car, I’ll be there in a second, I just have to grab my stuff.” Wanda nodded and gave a little ‘okay’ before taking her time getting to your car, the gentle autumn wind blowing her hair back a bit.

You hurried back inside and grabbed your picnic basket and bag from the kitchen before locking up and meeting her in the car.

“I’m really excited,” Wanda spoke over the quiet radio when you guys were about a minute away from the park.

“Are you?” You smiled, heart fluttering as you glanced over and saw the little smile she wore on her face.

“Mhm, I don’t think I’ve ever had a picnic before,” She let out a small giggle and you chuckled.

“Well I’m honored you’re having your first with me,” You nodded and pulled into a parking space before turning off the engine and grabbing your stuff.

Wanda carried the picnic blanket you brought and set it on the grass right in front of a large tree for shade, and you put the picnic basket in the center before the two of you sat next to each other.

You kneeled down and leaned forward to open the basket before sitting on your legs, “So, I know yesterday was your official two month anniversary of living in Westview and I wanted to celebrate, so I baked us cupcakes. I was going to give them to you yesterday but I felt like I should wait until today?”

She had a soft pout on her face, “You’re adorable, thank you.”

You blushed and handed her a cupcake, giggling when you saw her eyes widened slightly when she realized what she’d said, “It’s no big deal, I’m glad you’re my neighbor. And thank you, I think you’re quite adorable too.”

Wanda rolled her eyes playfully, peeled part of the wrapper down, and spoke before taking a bite, “Well now you’re just teasing.”

“Maybe,” You smiled and took a bite of your own cupcake.

She groaned when she tasted it, “God, this is amazing.”

“Really? I wasn’t sure if you would like red velvet, I have some vanilla too if you want to try it.”

Wanda nodded and swallowed her bite, “I love it, Y/n/n, I didn’t know you were so good at baking.”

You shrugged, a blush gracing your cheeks, “It’s just a hobby.”

“A very tasty one,” Wanda noted, which made both of you laugh.

An hour later, the two of you were leaning against the tree and talking, the outside of your thigh touching hers and she was leaning onto you a little.

You weren’t really listening to what Wanda was talking about, but you couldn’t focus when all you could think about was how pretty she looked, her eyes crinkling when she smiled, the pretty way her hair was styled, the way her lips moved when she spoke. And then your mind was occupied with the idea of kissing her, her lips moving against yours, how soft her lips would feel, how she tasted-

“You aren't paying attention,” She said, matter of factly, looking at you with a blank expression, but a smirk threatening to show.

“I- uh, no- you were talking about um..” You paused, willing yourself to remember a single thing she’d been saying.

“Mhm,” Wanda snickered, a smile spreading on her face. “What’s got you so preoccupied that you won't listen to my hardware store adventures?”

Your face flushed and you shook your head, “Oh, it’s nothing I just-”

“Must be something,” She said with a raised eyebrow. “C’mon, spill.”

“I just,” You looked down to her lips again, and you lost all self control when you noticed the way her breath hitched and her lips parted slightly. “I really want to kiss you.”

Wanda surged forward eagerly and cupped your cheek, pressing her lips against yours like she’d been waiting for this day for years.

It took you a moment, but you moved your lips against hers, which made her let out a quiet hum that made you smile, and after that the both of you started to giggle. Her head dropped onto your shoulder and your hand went up to the back of her head, scratching lightly at her scalp.

When she lifted her head and looked at you again she bit the inside of her lip, “That was very..” She trailed off.

“Very wow,” You nodded, playing with the hair at the back of her neck.

Wanda grinned and her nose scrunched when she did and you could’ve sworn she’s never looked more adorable. Her hand went down to your free hand and intertwined your fingers, “I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out, so thank you for making it easier for me.”

You snickered, “You’re very welcome.”

“So,” She leaned forward, bumping her nose against yours and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “What do you say we go on a proper date?”

You nodded while biting your lip, but your teeth lost their grip when your smile got too wide, “I would love that.”

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Two weeks later, you and Wanda were sat on her couch late at night watching tv, your legs draped over her lap and your head resting on her shoulder. One of her hands was resting on your lap and the other arm was behind you, her fingers running through your hair.

“Sweetheart?” Wanda murmured, getting your attention.

You hummed sleepily and lifted your head up to look at her.

“Will you sleep with me tonight?” She tilted her head, her fingers still running through your hair slowly.

Your eyes widened and you blinked a few times, “What?”

Wanda laughed and shook her head, “Oh, not like that, you perv. I just want to wake up next to you.”

You smiled and nodded your head, “I would love nothing more, I just have to run over and grab clothes to change into.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes with a smile growing on her face before she kissed your cheek, “Don’t be silly Y/n/n, you can just borrow something.”

“You sure?” You asked, feeling giddy and really excited to be spending the night with Wanda.

“Of course,” She nodded and nudged your legs off of her lap, but took your hand and pulled you up to go upstairs with her.

You smiled at her and she bit her lip as you both walked into her bedroom, hand in hand.

“It’s really cute, babe,” You said, looking around at her decorations when she let go of your hand to go find both of you clothes to change into.

“Thanks,” Wanda smiled, handing you a pair of gray sweatpants and an oversized mens t-shirt. “If you want you can change in the washroom.”

You nodded and thanked her before heading into her bathroom to change.

When you walked back out, she was pulling the covers back, dressed in her own sweats.

She turned around and smiled at you, her arms reaching out for you.

You smiled back bashfully and walked into her arms humming softly.

“You look really adorable in my clothes,” She murmured.

“I like them, they smell like you.”

Wanda’s heart soared and she chuckled, kissing your shoulder before urging you into bed.

You giggled as you let her push you down and cuddle up to you, “We ended up here fast, didn’t we? I guess you just really wanted me in your bed, huh?”

“Shut up,” Wanda snickered, shifting to rest her head on her elbow, just gazing at you.

You blushed and nuzzled your face into her shoulder, “Baby, stopppp.”

“Stop whining,” She chuckled and used her gentle fingers to tilt your head back up and towards her. “You’re beautiful.”

“I hate you,” You groaned.

“Mhm,” Wanda laughed and pressed kisses to the underside of your jaw.

You hummed and shifted so you could kiss her, sleepily albeit.

When she pulled away, you stifled a yawn and she smiled, “You’re tired.”

“I am,” You nodded and tugged the arm that was holding her head up with no force. Wanda complied and dropped her head onto the pillow and brought you into her arms, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Wands,” You mumbled into the fabric of her shirt.

“Goodnight, Y/n/n. Sweet dreams.”

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caffeineinducedbeing · 3 years ago

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holy mother of writers block. i haven't really written anything in months, and all the sudden i blink, and i've cranked out 4 one-shots in 3 hours. uhm yeah.

here's more wilyss fluff love ya <3

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(psa- this one's a little sexual? ig? like more so than what i usually do anyway idk)

there was happiness because of you:

The fire crackled softly, the hum of soft voices overlapping with it making the atmosphere all the more comfortable.

Will talked and laughed quietly with his friends. They had all instinctively lowered their voices when they noticed Alyss had fallen asleep on her husband's shoulder- with the baby crown princess fast asleep in her lap.

"Perhaps you'd better put her to bed Horace," Cassandra said in a lowered tone, with a smile at the adorable scene.

"Alyss or Maddie?" Horace said as he stood to gently lift the month old child from Alyss's drooping arms.

Pauline and Cassandra chuckled, while Halt promptly rolled his eyes at Horace's newfound "dad-humor" as Crowley liked to call it.

With unutterable tenderness, Horace carried his daughter to the nursery right next to their bedroom.

Alyss had shifted when Horace had taken the weight off her chest, her dreams disturbed by motion.

Will had carefully adjusted her position to where her head was now laying in his lap. His fingers combing through her hair.

They had been married almost a year now, and it seemed like no time had passed at all. It felt like yesterday to the couple.

"Perhaps it'd be best if she went to bed as well Will," Pauline said delicately. She had been watching Will's gentleness in the way he moved her head with the upmost care, as if it were a precious diamond that he was to protect with his life. His lovingness in the way he stroked her hair as if it were the only thing giving him life in the world. Even the way he looked at her, with tender warmth, and love. So- so much love.

Will looked up when Pauline spoke, then looked back down at his exhausted wife with a gentle gaze. He nodded, "Yes, she's exhausted."

"She's been working herself too hard." Halt said for him.

Will nodded, subconsciously moving a hand to rest on her thigh, and the other continuing to comb through her hair.

The arm then went under her knees, and the other to lift under her shoulders. He stood carefully with his wife asleep in his arms- her head automatically resting on his chest.

Will moved toward the guest bedroom where they were staying, nodding goodnight's to everyone as he passed.

Alyss had woken after being picked up, the movement being enough to disturb her subconscious into consciousness. Her eyes stayed close however. She was tired, and she hadn't gotten much time to talk to her husband today, pretending to still be asleep was the easy way out.

Will placed her gently on the bed, and turned away from her to close the door to their room. Shutting out the outside noise.

"I know you're awake hon,"

He said before turning around to face her once more. Her eyes were opened now, and she laid on her side, with her head on her hands. She smiled as he stared at her. Then shrugged,

"I was tired, sorry."

Will smiled as he unstrapped his scabbard, and took off his shirt-moving closer to the bed as he did so.

"No no, I was too," He hurried to reassure her as he crawled into bed, "You made it easier on both of us"

He killed the chuckle on her lips with the press of his own.

The kiss was delicate, yet passionate. Two segments of supernovas colliding to make a star.

Alyss pulled away from him before he could get carried away.

She pressed a finger to her lips as a sign of silence. Ignoring her husband's pout.

They're right outside honey, we can't be that loud.

Will smirked, "We don't have to be loud, that could be the challenge It would be fun..?"

Alyss pushed him away with a concealed grin, "Will, no. Let's just go to sleep."

Will sighed dramatically, and flopped on the pillow next to her in a display of theatrics.

She smiled at the way his hair strewed out on the pillow. The moonlight from the open window streaming across his face.

"You're staring again" Will sang, clearly amused.

A huff.

"No I wasn't shush," She mumbled as she blew out the candle on her side of the bed. Leaving only a dim glow from Will's side.

She flopped on her side, her back to Will, "Goodnight dear" She uttered, an annoyed tone trying to swim up through the happiness that was clearly drowning it.

She noticed the room go all dark, the other candle evidently being blown out.

Warm, strong arms slid around her waist. A chin resting in the crook of her neck. A warm breath tickling down her spine.

"Goodnight love"

A whisper so soft, so seemingly innocent. But filled with an ardent wish to please. The shiver that went down Alyss' spine was clear evidence that it fulfilled it's task.

The whispers died in the other room, and lights went out on by one.

The room sang with peace, giving a voice to the warm glow in Alyss' chest.

Happiness. That's what it was.

True happiness.

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #fanfiction #ao3 #yet another wilyss fluff #there can never be too many wilyss one shots in the world right?#right??

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Oblivius Chapter 4

Am I insane for posting another chapter? Yes. Am I doing it anyway? Yes. Should you message me about how you feel about Spills & Francis? YES!

(Got a song you want added to the playlist? send it to me!)

I've gotten so much love over this series and I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you guys love these two idiots as much as I do. <3

(Feo means ugly in Spanish but it can be used as a term of endearment between [male] friends)

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, alcohol (Spills gets wasted)(Please let me know if I forget anything)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 3 Part 5 Playlist

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Age: 17

“No Francis I don’t wanna watch this - I’m gonna get scared.” It was late, you were both sitting in his cozy living-room, a big shit-eating grin on his face.

“Why, are you chicken? It’s just The Shining, it's not even scary.” He put it on and despite your protests, he settled and let the movie play, You gave him a pout.

“Okay if you really don’t want to I’ll change it you big baby.” He rolled his eyes to grab the remote but you stopped him.

“Promise you’ll walk me home?” You knew it was one of his favourites. He smiled wide.

“Of course! If it’s too much I'll change it.” He gave you most of the blanket that was draped over his legs and you sat very close to him. He was taller than you remembered him being, having gone through a growth spurt over the summer and he towered over you now. All knees and elbows.

When the room scene came on you burrowed your face into his neck and he wrapped an arm around you, you were so pretty. Your hair smelled so good and he buried his nose into the messy bun you wore. You practically clawed at him, trying to get closer - he made you feel safe.

“Is it still scary?” You spoke into his neck.

“Yes - don’t look yet, just a little longer.”

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**Present Day**

Pope was holding up a shot-glass full of something and there were shots lined up for the three of you when you walked in.

“Catfish, I never thought it would happen for you feo, but I’m glad it did. Claudia, he’s lucky to have you.” He raised his shot glass and a chorus of ‘To Frankie and Claudia’ rang out before everyone tipped the liquor back.

The burn in the back of your throat couldn’t just be from the tequila, you’d swallowed a lump. You’d forced back the tears stinging your eyes when he dipped her back to kiss her. With her laughing and grabbing his neck they were the picture of romance and the smile you had plastered to your face must have looked manic. Popes eyes caught yours then and his eyebrows raised, a question in his features that you couldn’t quite read but he looked away and left you with your thoughts.

You got very drunk. Fall-down drunk. Forget about everything drunk.

“Spills, I think you should stop - you’re going to feel like hell tomorrow.” He was softly taking the shot out of your hand and you tried to fight him but his grip was iron.

“St-op t-telling me wh-what to do Francisco.” You tried to take it back but it seemed like the floor was coming up to say hi. An iron grip around your middle stopped you from losing a couple of teeth.

“Jesus Spills, okay - that’s enough. I’m cutting you off.” He held onto you and you wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss him but you also wanted to throw up. Decisions decisions.

“I-think-imgonnabesick…” you brought your hand up to your mouth and part of you expected him to let go but he didn’t.

“Take a deep breath, it’s okay, Pope can you get me some water?” He was holding onto you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back and you tried to focus on his hands on you as the whole room spun dangerously. A few minutes later he was holding a cold glass of water to your lips. “Drink the whole thing, I'm going to hold it because if you spill it I'll kill you.” You chugged it down and he put it on the table.

“When did you get so strong, Francis?” Your words were slurred and you felt his chest rumbling with laughter at your question. “You smell so good.” You said it lower- more to yourself, but he heard and the laughing stopped.

“Oh no! Are you okay Spills?” Claudia was there now, her hands pulling your hair away from your face and before you could succumb to the urge to tell her never to call you that Frankie spoke up.

“She’s okay, just need to get her home. You’re okay right, Spills?” His voice was lower, so soothing you could fall asleep to it.

“Hey Frankie, you and Claudia should stay, tell me where she lives and I’ll get her home.” It was Pope, Frankie must have trusted him immensely because before you knew it he was putting you into the front seat of Pope's rental and buckling you in. Claudia was tying your hair back and putting your purse into your lap.

“Be careful please - this is her address, just make sure she gets in and lays face down. There should be a bucket somewhere in her bathroom - water and some aspirin on her night table.” Frankie was talking as you closed your eyes. When you opened them you were parked in front of your place.

“Hey honey, come on let's get you inside. I’m just going to look for your keys, okay?” Pope was taking your purse out of your lap. You nodded vaguely.

He helped you in and guided you to your bed. You could feel him taking off your shoes and throwing the blanket over you.

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Someone is driving an ice-pick into my skull.

The light was intense and you swore out loud when you cracked an eye open. You stretched and felt a piece of paper beside you on the bed.

“I locked your door - keys are in your mailbox. Drink the water - take the ibuprofen. Let Catfish know you’re okay when you wake up- he was worried. - Pope”

You groaned.

[Francis]: Spills, are you okay?

[Francis]: Can you answer me please?

[Francis]: Don’t tell me you’re still asleep? What, are you a teenager? Getting drunk and sleeping until 4pm????

[Francis]: Sorry Spills, just worried - can you please let me know you’re okay before I show up?

You could see the three little dots signalling that he was in the middle of typing another message and you quickly called him to stop him.

“Jesus, it’s about fucking time.” He sounded worried and relieved and it pulled on your heart strings in a way you both loved and hated.

“Stop yelling Francisco, I am begging you.” You threw your arm over your eyes to block out the light as you lay there, in yesterday's clothes. You didn’t even want to know what you looked like right now.

“Feeling all that tequila aren’t you? I haven’t seen you that drunk for a long time.” You could hear the faint smile in his voice.

“Yes yes I know - so fucking embarrasing. Did I do.. Or say anything..?” You were trying to ask him without asking him.

“You almost threw up, but if you’re asking me if you started table-dancing you’re good.” He laughed and you sighed with palpable relief. All you needed was for him to tell you that you’d confessed your love or told Claudia to fuck off.

“Thank god. That would have been all I needed. Can you tell Pope I said thanks? Okay, I'm going to go shower for a million years now.” You wanted to hang up, your head was pounding and you needed a few hours of silence and about a gallon of water.

“Okay - see you in a few hours.” You didn’t want to deal with both of them together, not with how you felt right now.

“No Francis I don’t want to entertain, I already embarrassed myself enough yesterday.”

“It’s just me coming and I’ve seen you much worse. I haven’t been home in a long time so, take a shower and do what you have to do and I'll be there at seven.” He hung up and you could have thrown your phone across the room.

Fuck.

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The knock at the door at exactly seven didn’t surprise you.

What did surprise you was how nervous you were that he would be coming over.

You were literally attached at the hip at one point, he’s seen you at your worst.

“You’re looking much better than you did last night, Spills.” He laughed as he walked past you and into your home.

“Oh god.” You groaned as he laughed, why had you been nervous? You watched him as he set down the bags of what looked to be way too much food on your kitchen counter. Grabbing napkins and forks - completely at ease within your space. “What did you bring?” moved to peak into the bags.

“Chinese - “ He looked to see your eyes wide and the big toothy smile you were giving him and laughed. “Did you think I’d forget you always get Chinese when you’re hungover?” He laughed as he took out what looked to be all your favourites.

“You’re a lifesaver Francis, truly.” You were practically bouncing on the balls of your feet as you served yourself.

“I know, I’m practically a saint.” He walked over to your couch and plopped down, an egg-roll in his mouth as he turned on your TV and looked for something to watch. This was it - this was how it was supposed to be.

This was easy.

He had come over in comfy clothes and seeing him on your couch in sweats and a soft flannel was almost too much. His hair had gotten longer than he had worn it before he went away and it looked so soft; practically begged for your fingers.

“Are you still a baby about horror movies?” He asked without looking at you, you saw that he had put on some cheesy zombie movie. A big smile on his face.

“No, I’m okay, as long as you check every single corner of this place before you leave.”

“God I love horror movies, Claudia hates them so we never end up watching.” He sighed. Her name cut through the air like a knife. An ice cube casually dropped into your shirt.

“That’s too bad.” You quickly shoved food into your mouth, stopping yourself from saying anything you’d regret but he knew you too well. He looked at you then, eyes narrowing a fraction.

“Do you like her?” He asked, point blank and your eyes widened at him.

Fuck, don’t make me answer this right now.

“Yeah, she’s great.” To your credit, you tried. You really tried to sound genuine.

“Why don’t you like her Spills?” He sighed heavily, putting his plate down onto your coffee table to face you properly.

“What are you talking about? I said she was great!” You could feel the flush creeping up your neck and licking at your face at the lie. She was great, that wasn’t a lie - you just didn’t like her.

“Seriously? You’re going to act like I can’t tell you’re lying through your teeth? Just tell me! I’m going to marry this girl. I have to know why you don’t like her.” He had a little frown on his face and you could see that he was worried, but what would he have to be worried about? Worried you’d picked up on something he’d missed maybe?

“I just don’t know her, Francis, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with her, you know I'm just weird. She seems really nice and I’m sure I’ll like her once I get to know her better.” You smiled at him sadly, you didn’t want to talk about her anymore.

He smiled back at you and picked up his plate, happy with your explanation.

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It always seemed to happen this way, ever since you’d been teenagers. He’d put on something scary and you would end up with your face buried into his chest.

“Oh god - that is disgusting!” You shut your eyes as he laughed, his chest rumbling underneath you at a particularly gruesome scene. You felt his hand rubbing your arm, and it was such a comfort that you sighed lightly. The words bubbled up without your permission.

“I missed this.” You felt him rest his chin on the crown of your head.

“Me too Spills, I always missed this while I was away, missed you.” He spoke into your hair, you could feel his breath ghosting along your scalp and your heart raced, you wanted nothing more than to turn and kiss him. His hand stilled, and you felt his heart beating under your ear. You wanted to do it, your whole body seemed to tense with want and you turned slightly to look at him through your lashes. He was already staring at you, his mouth was so close.

His phone rang, snapping him out of his trance and you moved away from him reluctantly.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” He smiled apologetically. “Just take a deep breath, it’ll be okay. I’m on my way.” He hung up and gave you a look that said I’m sorry. “Gotta go, wedding emergency.” He sighed heavily as he got up, taking both your plates to the kitchen with him.

You wanted him to stay, you wanted to grab him and sit him back down on the couch and straddle him. Grab the soft material of the flannel while you kissed him but you didn’t. Instead you smiled and thanked him for coming and for the food.

He made his way through the apartment before he left, opening every door.

“Just checking every corner, so you can sleep.” He smiled.

I love you too.

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lazywriterkylie · 2 years ago

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Day 5 (day 4 was a much needed break)

~write a short story titled nail biter~

This is a true story from when my sister and I were little

“Kylie! Kylie!”

I can hear her whisper hissing from the top bunk, slowly coaxing me out of my deep sleep until I am awake and confused. It is still dark, I should be sleeping.

I turn over, snuggling back into my soft green blanky, ignoring her. My motion sent our old red bunk bed shaking and squeaking subtly, and her voice joins to quiet racket.

“Kylie please get up here now! Hurry! And don’t look out the window!”

I groan and sit up, brushing my messy bangs away from my face and rubbing my eyes. Why is she waking me up again? She did this yesterday too and I fell asleep in kindergarten. I got in trouble. Why is she being so mean? Johnny is never mean to me.

“I don’t want to. I am tired.” I whine quietly, going to lay back down.”

“Please!”

Her voice is scared, and it frightens me, because Johnny doesn’t get scared. She is the big and brave one, and she doesn’t get scared. I whimper again as I grab my blanky and stand, holding it up for her to grab and pull up. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t move.

“Grab this, I can’t reach.”

“Mmm-mmmh.” she is whispering so quietly, but I hear her noise and sigh. I am so sleepy.

I stuff the silky fabric awkwardly through the bars and mattress until it's hanging there, and turn and wobble to the ladder. I step over my fallen dolly, but grab my pink teddy, tulip. She gets lonely on the floor.

I reach the metal ladder and whine, “Do I really have to?”

“Kylie hurry!!”

I place my hands on the cold metal and begin climbing quickly, the thin bars digging into my feet. I hate climbing the ladder.

I reach the top and see her, she is sitting with her back to the wall in the corner. She has her legs and one arm pulled into her shirt- daddy’s shirt, and has her hand in her mouth. The light from outside is shining brightly through our window, and in the moon’s glow I can see her eyes are wide and shiny, like when babies cry. Her freckled face looks scary, because I have never seen it like this before.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, starting to feel scared.

She doesn’t blink, doesn’t answer. She just stares passed me into the room and shakes her head violently, her dark red curls trembling. She wiggles her other hand out of the sleeve of her big shirt and holds it out for me to grab but I ignore it and toss Tulip into her corner. I scramble over the edge into her bed, knocking my knees and shins on the railing. I crawl to the side and grab my blanky where it is poking through the side rungs, pulling it hand over hand but suddenly it won't budge.

“Hurry!” she whispers.

“Help please, my woobie is stuck!” I whisper, still tugging on the long fabric.

Finally she moves. She is by my side like lightning, and we haul on the blanket till it is in a bundle in our laps. She grabs my arms and pulls me into her chest, our backs to the wall back in the corner. She wraps my woobie around us, and puts one hand around my chest, placing the other fingers back into her mouth.

“Can I go to sleep now?” I ask, my eyes are so heavy, and it is so warm snuggling up here with her.

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” she says, her voice muffled.

“Don’t bite your nails,” I say, reaching up and pulling her slobbery fingers from where she is chewing them with her front teeth, “Mamma doesn’t want us to do that.”

“Okay,” she wraps that other hand around me and squeezes me tighter.

“Go to sleep,” she says, “ And don’t look out the window.”

She told me that yesterday too. Is she going to do this every night? Johnny is my big sister but only by one year, and she is brave, but I am too. I am annoyed and a bit curious.

Through my closed eyes, I inch them open lightly, and look out into the bedroom. Everything is messy and how we left it. Easy to see in the bright moon light.

Should I peek?

I decide to look. Johnny is smart and brave, but she can’t tell me what to do. I open my eyes wider and look out the window.

What am I seeing? Through the darkness I see the street and parts of the big tree, its branches are bouncing, making the shadows dance. It must be windy. But something is in the way. I can’t see daddy’s car on the road like I normally can. I look down a little and freeze.

The man staring back at me doesn’t flinch like i do. He has his hands on the glass, and his nose pressed up against the window as he looks directly at me. Is he standing in mama’s flowers? I can feel my heart beating really fast. Really really fast, but I can’t close my eyes. I start to breath loudly, and Johnny squeaks, pressing a hand over my eyes, but not before I see two other people standing on either side of the man, watching us.

“Close your eyes!” Johnny wimpers, rocking me quickly as I start to cry, “close your eyes and go back to sleep!”

#writing #daily prompt #writing challenge #author #scary stories #true story #story #writing prompt

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh

a/n: im a seijoh stan and theyre my little plant babies

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

this is so long oml i hate myself

theyre an actual boy band istg

lets be honest, they probably thought you were just another oikawa fangirl

they thought you just wanted to be closer to their captain bc you were another delusional girl who wanted to live out her fantasies

lmao im not trying to be salty

but when you just stared blankly at oikawa tooru after he called you a beautiful flower,

stageplay hinata calling you a mugwort

the team just about threw themselves on your feet

tbh you werent really there to get a boyfriend or for oikawa

you just needed an after school club and the other teams already had managers

the only sport that didnt was the boys volleyball team

imagine why

you were actually a little wary, since you knew of oikawa, being a first year yourself, and you were aware of his psycho fangirls who could probably kill you

but you needed a club that would last you for the next 3 years to graduate

it was kunimi who actually recommended being a manager

you were in his class and you noticed him sleeping in the morning so you gave him your energy bar

‘thanks’

you shrugged and smiled

thats why he tolerated you more than others

you were nice and you were the only one who noticed his tiredness, even the teacher left him alone, and did something about it

sometimes, you even gave him an energy drink

‘can you tell me why youve been so tired lately? i dont think ive seen you wake up until lunch’

he opened the snack and started munching while replying

‘early morning practice for volleyball is still a big adjustment. our captain demands us to be there 6 in the morning sharp and if we’re even a minute late, we’d have to run laps. like for every minute youre late, you have to run those amount’

oh my why is kunimi talking so much

but i love kunimi and first year seijoh boys rights in this household is valid

you furrowed your eyebrows

‘but yall are still growing and you need all your sleep. if i were there, id yell at your captain’

he grinned slightly, imagining your short height beating up their captain

‘meh. you want to be our manager? i saw you looking at the clubs board yesterday and we dont have one so you could take the opportunity and beat him up then’

ofc you agreed bc kunimi was best boi and you just wanted him to have enough sleep for once

after class, he waited for you to finish packing up and when you finished, yall left the classroom

until another guy with a spiky hairstyle joined you and you noticed him as the guy who sometimes came over to eat lunch with kunimi

‘oh, hello l/n-san’

you smiled gently

‘drop the formalities, kindaichi-kun. its only fair.’

he nodded before walking beside kunimi

‘kindaichi, l/n might be our new manager’

the onion head excitedly looked at you

‘really?! yes! so we dont have to fill our bottles ourselves anymore!’

kunimi glared at him and slapped his stomach

‘shes our manager, not our maid’

you laughed but placed an arm on him

‘its okay. i was a manager for my middle school volleyball team so i know a little bit about being one’

the two shared a look

god, they really hit the jackpot

as yall walked closer to the gym, you noticed the big pile of girls huddling at the corner

kunimi sighed

‘l/n, ill warn you ahead of time of our captain. hes kinda,,,, too much’

but you flashed him a smile

‘hes not the first one ive handled’

oml player-chan!!!

so when you opened the door and entered the gym and oikawa hit you with his normal antics, you just stared at him

‘okay and?’

hanamaki and mattsun howled before rushing to you and grabbing you in a hug

‘girls like her really exist!!’

you gave kunimi and kindaichi a signal of help and they nodded before gently prying the senpais off of you

‘senpai, please’

you gave kunimi a grateful nod

coach irihata went up to you bc wow, kunimi has a friend with of another gender?

‘how can we help you, miss?’

‘im l/n y/n, first year, and id like to apply as the manager’

internally, the coach sighed bc you werent the first one to apply

the reason they havent had a manager for years was bc of oikawa’s fangirls hiding themselves under that false facade

but he saw you brush off that comment oikawa make with no hint of fluster or blush on your face so he decides to give you a trial run, in guise of seeing if you could handle these chaotic boys

‘do you have any experience as manager? or do we need to teach you the ropes?’

‘i was a manager for 3 years in my middle school volleyball’

he nodded

‘ill give you one month. a trial run of a month to test the waters’

you agreed and your trial run began

kunimi mentioned that morning practice starts at 6 am sharp so you set your alarm for 5 to get ready and get to school on time before the boys

you remembered how to set up the nets so you quickly put them out (using a step stool bc we short) and ran to get the basket of balls

their water bottles were filled and you were in the middle of lugging the big basket of towels when the third years entered

the 4 of them usually came earlier than the rest so they saw you dragging the basket of fresh towels and wipe your sweat before smiling at the work youve done

iwa was so happy bc it was usually him who did this stuff and now that he had someone do it for him, it was like a god-send

oikawa’s eyes shone and he waved at you

‘yohoo, y/n-chan!’

you cringed at the loud voice of the famous oikawa tooru

‘hello, oikawa-san’

he chuckled at your politeness before hugging you

‘you did all this for us? youre so cute, y/n-chan!’

instead of the normal blush and love-struck eyes, you were actually very uncomfortable of the sudden skinship and you quickly ran to the side when iwa hit him at the head

‘shittykawa! leave her alone!’

‘iwa-chan!’

makki and mattsun stood next to you as the boys did their usual fight

‘is this all an act or are you really not attracted to oikawa?’

mattsun shot him a surprised look bc why was he so straightforward

but you just shrugged

‘hes cute, i admit. but ive seen much cuter and the boys in my middle school team was basically full of him so,,, and i hate guys who think theyre all that just bc theyre blessed w a pretty face. if anything, ill probably go for iwaizumi-san’

pop off S I S T E R!!!

you just won the heart of these two

slowly but surely, they all came to accept you and iwa straight out loves you bc you maintained this routine for the whole month of your trial run

and you still remained indifferent of oikawa’s advances and he was even impressed and slightly agitated that you werent paying attention to him

‘y/n-chan, one date! just one!’

you huffed before looking up from your clipboard

‘i like men, oikawa-san. not boys’

that comment made the guys shriek

‘y/n-chan! youre just a first year! you dont need a man!’

‘youre not a man, oikawa!’

you left oikawa to be tormented by his teammates and went to go and hand over the report to the coach

he was impressed by the notes you made bc they were ones he even missed

like the split-second of hesitation that kindaichi usually has that goes unnoticed but you immediately saw

or the wince oikawa has whenever he so much as jumps an inch

you could even tell the difference between iwa’s spike and if he was being easy or he was going full-out

this added on to the fact that the boys loved you and irihata actually saw kunimi try more

but he thinks its only to earn your praises

‘y/n, youre officially the team manager’

yall celebrated at the normal hang-out spot which was the ramen shop and it truly shocked you at how much these boys ate

granted, this was the first time you ate together but you didnt expect them to eat nearly 5 bowls each

you could only finish 2 and you already feel like throwing up

‘honestly, how do you guys not gain weight after this?’

the table you sat at, iwa, kindaichi, mattsun, and kunimi, looked at you and shrugged

‘i work out’

‘i run’

‘i fast’

‘i poop it out’

lmao im sorry i cackled too hard at this

you stared blankly at mattsun’s answer who said it so seriously that you snorted a laugh

they watched you and your laughter bc you havent really expressed yourself as much

so they made it their goal to see you laugh more

‘y/n-chan! you need to eat more!’

oikawa shouted, clearly food drunk, but you shook your head aggressively

‘i only planned to eat one bowl but he just had to shove another down my throat’

‘but you need to grow, y/n-chan!’

‘i want to grow taller! not wider!!’

As a manager:

oh boy

you basically grew into kinda their mom

‘oikawa-san! you need to rest your knee or youre going to hurt yourself! i will drag you home myself!’

‘kunimi, if you try to get this one more spike, i’ll buy you a bag of those caramel bites you like’

‘iwa-san! if you hit oikawa-san too much, youll destroy the little braincells he has!’

‘yahaba-san, nice dump!’

‘is your knee okay, watari-san?’

yall really forget that watari and yahaba exist sometimes smh

it was part of the work

keeping up with seijoh

so to keep them encouraged, you gave them praises that they always demand for and they always turn to you whenever they did something good

mattsun gives you a look whenever he blocks iwa’s spikes and you give kindaichi a head pat whenever he blocks some too

bc of how you are with them, sometimes, they forget that you are actually just a first year

they get shocked whenever you walk in with kunimi and kindaichi and talk about the current homework bc it slips their mind that their hard-working manager was actually just a 15-year-old girl

so, they try to ease the burden whenever they can

like iwa offering to help you whenever you have to take their jerseys to the laundrymat

or offering to help you with your assignments since theyve only been through it once

more like watari, yahaba, and iwa bc the matsuhana are clueless and acts like they completely skipped that grade

also

!!!!

oikawa’s fangirls ltr dont leave you alone!!!

now, its known that youre the manager of the volleyball team bc oikawa has boasted about your efforts and such

this obvs ticked off a bunch of girls bc they were jealous that you got to spend more time in a single practice with their precious oikawa-senpai than they have their entire lives

more than once theyve cornered you to threaten you to stay away from their senpai or youll have something coming for you

you never take them seriously bc you can fight too and you just give them a look and push them away

but this one time

TRIGGER WARNING-START

okay tea

the self-proclaimed president of the oikawa tooru fanclub, kenta miyo, cornered you at the bathroom with her other minions

you were just washing your hands and drying them off when she marched up to you and grabbed your hair before tugging it back

obviously you were surprised and shouted

‘oi! what the hell?!’

‘you slut! you need to stay away from my tooru, got it?!’

ehm what

you hissed and wrenched her arm from your hair and pushed her away

your hair was now a mess and you were fuming, already sick and tired of the torture these girls put you through

‘he belongs to himself, not you! so stop being delusional and leave me alone already!’

she signalled for the girls to hold on to you which you slapped away but they forcefully grabbed your arm while you kicked at them and struggle to get out of their hold

jesus what do these girls eat

miyo watches you struggle with a smile and cackles

‘oh? no fight anymore, little kouhai?’

you glared at her

‘i dont want to beat yall up bc id get yelled at by tooru so you need to let me go or regret it’

at the mention of his first name, her eyes widened and her face twisted and she slapped you

‘oi! respect your senpai, you brat! dont you ever say oikawa’s first name!’

your lips curled

‘oh? thats funny, because he actually told me to call him that since he wants his cute little manager to be very comfortable with him’

you achieved a feat that she has been working to get her entire high school life and miyo was not happy

‘ive been with him for 3 years and you just suddenly show up out of nowhere and call him that?! i dont think so!’

she had her hands around your neck and you gripped her arms, making her wince

but you laughed at that comment

‘heh, thats pathetic, isn’t it? here you are, my senpai, who has been vying for his attention for 3 years only to be ignored yet a mere first year, who shows up out of nowhere, has been asked to a date nearly a million times every day. that must be tough’

she shrieked at that comment and threw you on the floor, making you accidentally hit your head at the edge of the sink

yall im actually so bothered by this scene and im wincing as im typing

you bit your lip to prevent any sound of pain to escape bc you knew thats what she wanted to hear from you

but you werent going to give her the satisfaction

instead, you looked up at her, hatred swirling in your eyes

‘youre freaking psycho, you know that? once tooru and hajime knows about this, theyre going to give you hell. they wont ever let this go bc im the manager of their prized team and their little baby sister. so go ahead, do what you want with me. bc i paid too much for these nails to be tainted by dirt like you’

saiyo, a girl you noticed to be watari’s classmate when you went and visited him, nervously tugged on miyo’s jacket

‘miyo, we should go-’

‘SHES BLUFFING. AND HERE, SINCE YOUR SOCCERFIELD FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING, LET ME HELP WASH IT OUT’

and she poured over a carton of banana milk over you, making you wince at the sticky and cold liquid

the tough facade was crumbling and you were now screaming for help in your head, hoping that stupid theory from yahaba about team telepathy to work

but it didnt

TRIGGER WARNING-END

when miyo and her girls left, you sat on the floor, soaked and sticky and bleeding

then you begin to cry angry tears

you were angry that you were being treated like this just bc you were a manager

you were angry that you let them do that to you

you were angry that you prized your nails more than punching her square in the nose

you were just angry

periodt

staggering on your own feet, you stood up and leaned on the sink, eyes widening at the dripping red liquid from the gash on your forehead, staining the porcelain sink

you were stupid and unconsciously touched it making you wince

‘shit, that hurts’

you whined quietly

there was little you can do with toilet paper and water to clean yourself up but you managed to at least stop the bleeding

you knew you had to be put on concussion protocol just in case bc you that hit was quite hard but at the moment, that wasnt your concern

practice has already started and this was the first time you werent present for daily practice

this was confirmed at the constant buzzing of your phone in your skirt pocket which you didnt listen to and instead, started thinking of ways to go to your locker and get your stuff and fake being sick but at the same time, not be seen and relayed to the team

time was ticking and you had to come up with a plan fast before oikawa will send the team to come looking around the building for you

once you looked at your reflection and smiled big, you decided it was enough to not show the pain you were in right now

girl im hurting for you

you peeked out of the bathroom door and saw the coast was clear so you quickly ran to your classroom, which was thankfully empty, and quickly grabbed your things

but as you were packing up, the tears just kept falling

it didnt stop as you bolted down the stairs, using your cardigan to hide your face from the public

once you were safely out of school grounds, you finally took out your phone and reviewed through all the worried and concerned texts from the team group chat

but you just replied, ‘im fine but i just feel really sick right now. girl stuff’

you smirked, knowing that would keep the boys away

but oikawa had to go and ask you to call him

‘y/n-chan! do you want oikawa-senpai to come over with chocolates and ice cream?! wings or no wings?!’

your jaw dropped at the question and clearly scandalized by the question

the team was too as shouting began and you could faintly hear iwa scream, ‘oh my god, shittykawa!’

‘im seriously okay, oikawa-san. i just need to be alone right now and ill try and get some sleep. good bye’

then you hung up

there was no way you could tell them

they were in their last year anyways so doing something about it wouldnt matter

and you were strong

but apparently not strong enough to fight them off though

you would cover the wound with concealer and continue on with practice tomorrow as if everything was normal

but there was only so much you could take

just yesterday, they trashed your locker and a week ago, they took your bento and threw it away

you even got into a fight with this one girl but she scampered away, too scared to do anything alone

so you were actually just tired and want everyone to leave you alone

believe me, youve thought of quitting sometimes

but youve actually created a bond with these boys

like when you take hanamaki to get cream puffs whenever he loses against iwa in arm wrestling

or when yahaba calls you at ungodly hours to express his worries for next year and to fill oikawa’s shoes

it was simple moments that you shared with each player that kept you from not leaving

soon, you found yourself crying again and the looks pedestrians were giving you was starting to make you uncomfortable

a girl, with her gross hair in a bun, puffy eyes with a bleeding wound and walking down the street

that was a sight

so you cut a corner to an alley by your house to escape from the judging eyes and you were too busy wiping your eyes to see a boy who was crouched down on the floor and ended up walking over him

omg my baby kyoken hello luv!!!!

you gasped and you were surprised and quickly apologized

kyotani was originally about to yell at you, no matter what, but he saw the state you were in and concluded you were either from a fight or was beaten up

he recognized that and decided to just glare at you and go back to feeding the stray dogs and cats

you breathed a sigh in relief when he didnt yell at you bc that wouldve been the last thing you needed today

‘sir, im sorry for hitting you. if there is something i could do for you, dont hesitate’

he ignored you and you focused on him paying attention to the strays

going into your backpack, you had a milk carton and a sausage stick from earlier

you used your thermos lid to serve as the milk bowl for the cats while you peeled open the meat and used your scissors to cut chunks of it for the dogs to have some

kyotani watched as you went into action to feeding the animals that people usually ignored

he knew you

well, he recognized you

when he watched from the top of the gym, he saw you as their manager who ran around and helped everyone

sure, he still didnt trust you

but he watched you grin and smile as the animals started to eat

‘im in a hurry right now so i have to go but ill feed you again tomorrow, okay? you too, stranger-san. ill bring food for you too’

then you stood up and ran away, probably in a hurry to fix that wound

he wouldve offered to treat it for you but he remained silent, watching the cats mewl at the now empty lid

the next day, oikawa was worried for you and when he saw you at early morning practice, he practically glomped to your side

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

to this day, no one still knew what happened to you

you kept it quiet and you were sure you got everything handled

except for one person

kyotani was smart and for some reason he knew you got beat up by the fangirls and the perpetrators were easily found bc he saw them huddled around your locker, probably trashing it again, and lets just say,

no one is def going to mess w you now

back to manager moments!!

during practice matches, the boys rally around you to prevent other teams from sweet-talking you

they make sure no one gets past them and always have excuses to get your attention

you knew what they were doing but you pretended not to, heart warming at their protectiveness and hunger for your attention

even though you have your own jacket, the team gives you theirs all the time like oikawa has his special team jacket w his name at the back and when he feels threatened by schools like johzenji, he makes you wear it

‘youre mine, y/n-chan and i want that blondie to know’

‘ehm, no, oikawa-san. im iwaizumi-san’s’

oikawa screamed

lmao training camps w them is CHAOTIC

YOU WANT TO CRYYYYYY

OIKAWA IS CRYING BC IWAIZUMI IS BEATING HIM UP, MATSUHANA ARE FREAKING OUT THE FIRST YEARS ABOUT THE GHOSTS IN THE WOODS AND NOW KINDAICHI REFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU, WATARI GOT LOST GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND YAHABA IS SCREAMING ABOUT THE WEATHER MESSING UP HIS HAIR AND MAKING IT FRIZZY

reminder: threaten to quit everytime they get too much

your hugs are the best!!!!

you have a special hug for every player

oikawa gets his favorite which was the normal arm around the waist with your arms around his neck while he snuggles in your neck

iwa gets flustered easily so you hug him from behind so you cant see his flustered look

mattsun actually likes the jumping in the air so he catches you type of hug

makki is more tame and has his arms around your shoulder with his chin on your head

yahaba is the twirly kind where he just picks you up and swings you around

watari also gets flustered easily so he likes the one-arm hugs

kindaichi gets blushy at the slightest touch from you but he gives you a hug from behind you himself where he can bury his face in your hair while you caress his arms

kunimi, now he likes it when you squeeze him extremely tight bc it makes him feel loved and feel alive

kyo doesnt even talk to you what makes you think you can give him a hug

their lost for shiratorizawa really broke them though

you made them their own bentos for nearly a week to keep them encouraged and gave oikawa extra attention to keep him from sulking or practicing late

‘oikawa-senpai, lets go watch that new movie later’

‘S-S-SENPAI?!’

then the arrival of our baby kyoken

yahaba was moody the whole practice and you were currently trying to keep him from spiking a ball to someone

‘even just today, he’s late’

‘who?’

‘that stupid dog’

he just keeps mumbling and grunting

and then the said dog arrived

you peaked out from behind iwaizumi, who protectively went in front of you

shock ran through you and you pointed at him

‘puppy-kun!’

lmao puppy what

youve called him that since he refused to tell you his name, but you call him that bc he paid special attention to this one baby beagle

he raised a hand in greeting and you gave him a smile

‘youre a player here, too?!’

he ‘glared’ at you but nodded stiffly

the team really thought that he would lash out at you but he is surprisingly tolerant

the power of the manager

he still hasnt talked to you but he does respond to you and even helps you with chores, still not talking ofc

hes so tsun tsun and he deserves my heart yall

however, youve heard him talk to iwaizumi, and iwaizumi only, so youve heard his voice before

ngl, you were flustered by how gruff and deep it was

then their loss to karasuno

bruh, it was KARASUNO

the entire team fell apart and after the match, each of them ran away from you to stop lashing out

you were also on the verge of crying, seeing the broken look on your third years

your precious third years

you decided to give them their own space but you heard a loud banging sound from the bathroom

yahaba and watari were outside, clearly trying to talk to someone in there on coming out but it got louder

okay you were lowkey like, ‘hm, i should not be here’

but you recognized that voice

you knocked at the boys door to be respectful

‘kyo-san? its me, y/n’

he was silent but he did unlock it

you took this as a sign to enter and you gave yahaba and watari a smile

‘i’ll be fine. go to kindaichi and kunimi. they need your comfort right now’

tbh, you were surprised the bathroom was still intact but you saw the stall door at the very end being rattled and shaken

you remained by the door but you wanted to go to him

‘kyo-san, please come out so i can treat your injuries’

he expected you to say those words like ‘its okay’ or ‘theres always next year’ but you didnt

instead, you knew he was hurt and wanted to help him

he continued to give a few punches to the wall and the door before emerging

you wordlessly treated the wounds and offered your hand

‘im here, kyo-san. dont worry, im right here’

at the ramen shop, you told them to eat as much as they want and wordlessly gave them your card, slightly crying inside bc you know this was going to be like over a hundred dollars

but you were treating the boys bc they deserved it

you sat beside kindaichi, who was just sobbing and apologizing, so you were wiping his tears and holding his hand under the table

this precious babie

bruh i was sobbing when i watched this part like uuggghhhh

after dinner, you walked with the other third years, knowing they would go to the gym, so you gave everyone else your special hugs before sending them home

‘text me when you arrive safely, okay?’

‘yes, mom’

‘KINDAICHI WHAT’

oikawa’s speech made you cry bc despite only knowing them for not even a year, you already feel like a family

you didnt want your family to be broken but you knew they would all go their separate ways eventually

there was a big hug pile of third years on the side where you took a picture and sent it to the group chat

you had to eventually go home after helping them clean up and when you checked your phone, a fresh batch of tears rolled down

each from every person on the team but with the same sentence and same words

‘we love you, l/n y/n. thanks for everything.’

ngl i dont think this was that good and its like 8 in the morning and im extremely tired

i want to do karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani but im so exhausted i cannot right now

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writing-in-lesbian · 3 years ago

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You wanted to sleep with a goddess but had to settle for a priestess

Chapter 7 - Real or not? Pairing: Yelena Belova / Female reader Tags: angst, fluff, cursing words. Translations: Pridurok = jerk // Detka = baby // Moya lyubov = my love. Synopsis: Y/N and Yelena finally confront each other. Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6

A small gasp escapes Yelena’s lips when she sees you, bandaged, limping and so tired. But her eyes are softer and worried.

“You really look awful…detka”

You don’t know what to say but a small sarcastic laugh escapes your mouth. Natasha helps you walk the rest of the way until you’re in front of her sister, just at arms length. You don’t know if you want to hug her and collapse in her arms or run to the other side. Her scent is so intoxicating this close.

“Package has been secured… or well, at least obtained and delivered. You girls take care”

You turn to see Nat leave, before closing the door she sends a wink and a smile your way. You’re more confused now and not necessarily because of the pain meds. What is the meaning of all of this? You’re so engrossed in your thoughts that you don’t notice Yelena taking your hand until you feel a tug, asking you silently if she can take your waist to help you walk.

All kinds of emotions are going through your mind. You have missed her so much and in your current state of mind, let’s say you weren’t really thinking clearly, so you take your hand out of her and limp your way to the couch, Fanny, always being very perceptive walks next to you offering some kind of moral support.

Yelena just sighs and follows you, carefully watching you. Her plan didn’t start how she planed it so she would have to wing it a little bit. At least Natasha had left everything organized on the coffee table in the living room.

Once you are seated at the couch Fanny jumps on it and very carefully lies down, putting her head on your lap so you can pet her. Automatically you just do that, it has always relaxed you.

“Can I ask what happened?” Yelena’s voice is soft, so unsure and it just hurts your heart. Maybe both of you need this time to talk for real, with a cold heart and a clear mind. A task that will be a little harder since you’re so pumped up on pain killers, numbing your mind, and taking off all your filters.

You remain silent for a few seconds. Yelena’s hand tentatively reaches for your hand, you didn’t even notice when she sat on the living room table in front of you. You don’t reject her this time.

“Someone tried to mug me” A soft gasp escapes Yelena’s lips, you turn to look at her. Her eyes are crystallized with unshed tears.

“Why… I mean… what did they take?”

“Nothing, well they tried to take my phone but… yeah, you know”

“You didn’t give away your phone?”

“You know, Tony made the exact same face of confusion”

“Tony?”

“Yeah, he was the one to pick me up yesterday night from the ER. Hence my new look thanks to the nurses”

“Y/N…”

“It’s ok. You can ask. Why they didn’t call you”

Silence.

“Why?” It’s an almost silent whisper.

“I asked them not to. I didn’t know where we stand anymore”

Yelena’s hand drops yours and you immediately feel cold. Just like how you’ve been feeling since that night where she walked out of Tony’s apartment. You risk a glance at her but she’s not there. Great.

While you try to calculate the effort it will take to limp your way to your old room and crash in bed you hear soft steps coming to you side. You look up. Yelena’s back with the small white box Natasha had at the cafeteria. She silently asks you to take it, her sniffs are proof enough to tell you she’s crying, and is hard trying to mask it.

“I know all of this might look confusing to you and I’m sorry I didn’t reach to you before but I really need it time, so please don’t say or do anything until I’m done. Please detka”

Her accent is more pronounced this time. She’s not angry but you know she’s sad and vulnerable. You can only nod.

You take the box and carefully open it one-handed. You weren’t prepared to see its contents. Inside the box was the dessert you ordered on your first date, a chocolate lemon tart. You read the message carefully written in white chocolate letters:

“I knew it would B my last 1st date w/ some1”

You turn to look at her, but she only hands you the brown bag Natasha got from the Record Store. Your heart is beating so fast that you’re scared it might just rip your chest and pop out. you open the bag, inside there’s a vinyl record, “Sheryl Crow - I Shall Believe” the first song you two slow danced. It was a rainy night at Yelena’s apartment, a random playlist she chose was playing in the background while you two were making out like shy teenagers, this song started to play and you suddenly stopped it kissing her, got up, and extended your hand, taking her up with you to dance.

A stick note with another message is on the record.

“I never want to slow dance with anyone else but you”

You feel the tears in your eyes but try as hard as you can to not let them fall yet. You need to remain calm.

Yelena hands you the next thing. You see the familiar logo of the mall you went to this afternoon with Natasha, you know is the bag from the game store. You take a small box from it. It’s just a puzzle, the image doesn’t give away anything but is the message that has your heart beating so loud, fast, and hard.

“The second easiest yes”

If your memory still works, you know what comes next. With shaking hands, you take the medium brown package from Yelena’s hands. You know where it came from, you know what that night meant to you and her, but you’re not sure if it’s something good or not due to recent confessions and events.

You open it and can’t help but gasp.

Inside there’s Yelena’s necklace from that night. You confessed to her one time, that it gave you the perfect opportunity to start a conversation with her that night.

“I was so happy you took the chance”

Finally, she hands you a small box. You try to remember from where Natasha might get it but your mind is blank. That woman is too mysterious for her own good sometimes. You take a deep breath before opening it.

You almost drop it from your hands when you see what it contains.

It’s the ring which you proposed to her. There’s also a second one next to it, similar to the one you gave her but instead of black, this one is silver.

Next to them, there’s the picture you took when you got engaged. A note is taped to it.

“The easiest yes ever”

Yelena takes the box from your hands, You can see she’s crying already. She takes the silver ring and kneels in front of you. You can’t help it. Your tears flow freely now.

“Detka, I did a lot of thinking and I can’t lie to you, I was hurt and so angry at you. But funny enough, Carol was the one that put some things in perspective. I know I didn’t have the best approach, you acted like a real pridurok but so was I. I know we still need to talk about some other things but you know what? Fuck it. We can have the rest of our lives to talk about it and figure things out… together… What I’m trying to say is…”

Yelena inhales and exhales and you hold your breath. She slowly takes your healthy hand.

“Would you marry me?”

You knew this was coming and yet it caught you by surprise. In a million years you never thought Yelena will pronounce those words, not even when she told you you need it a ring, you imagined it maybe she would just give it to you. No questions asked.

To many, she might look cold and distant, always masking her emotions, but to you, she allowed herself to be vulnerable and just her, ‘cause to you it was always just her, no assumptions, no roles to impress just pure and sweet Yelena. Giving you the most romantic gesture she could ever attempt to.

“Yes” you whisper.

Yelena releases the breath she was holding. She gently places the ring on your finger.

You take out the ring from the box and take her hand. Still doubting your self you stop right before putting it on her ring finger.

“It’s still a yes… detka”

You look into her eyes and you can see a million emotions swirling there, but the most prominent one is love. You slide the ring then.

“Perfect” you mumble.

She closes the distance and kisses you slowly, tender, careful of your injuries. When she holds your face in her hands you flinch and she just places small kisses in all your scrapes and bandages.

She then grabs your hand and helps you to get up. Fanny is not at all happy to be disturbed from her slumber but she just ignores both of you and takes the whole couch to herself. Yelena places her hand in your waist and helps you walk to the room.

“You know, when I envisioned this, you were 100% healthy, so our celebration might have to change” she tries to joke but the air gets heavy in an instant.

“I’m happy if you just hold me” you told her honestly, squeezing her hand in your waist.

“Okey”.

When you both reach your room, you can see there are more candles there and rose petals on the bed. No wonder Natasha had to keep you away from the apartment. Speaking of.

“How wait… did you sent your sister to take me to a secret scavenger hunt?”

“Well… I also had help from Tony duh. I need it to make a statement here”

“And what was it?”

“You big pridurok, since you had planned it one but never quite gave it to me, I thought it was just proper to do it myself”

You stop her. She looks at you confused. You grab her hand, turn to her, and try not to lose your balance. Taking her face between your hands you kiss her. Resting your forehead to hers, still with your eyes closed you whisper.

 “I love you”

“I love you too moya lyubov”

Finally getting on the bed you both lie down. Similar to last time, Yelena grabs your hands and places them in a way that shows the rings. She takes a picture. You see her writting something, but you’re so emotionally drained you close your eyes.

The vibration of your cellphone some minutes later has you opening your eyes. You see a notification on your friend’s group chat.

“Romanoff has added Lena 💕 to the group” “Lena 💕 has joined the group”

The picture she took is attached with a little message

“Took her out of the market for good now. Back off bitches”

A new notification pops up.

“Lena 💕 has created the group chat - Wedding Vibes, No Tony, you can’t plan it” “Lena 💕 has added you to the group”

“You know it will explode like last time right?”

“Maybe, but that will be a problem for our future selves”

She says this while taking both of your phones and putting them in silence, letting them on the night stand. She hugs you and you close your eyes again.

You finally feel at home.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova out of character #cross posted on AO3 #fanfic writing #fanfic #AO3 fanfic

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fire-or-clear · 4 years ago

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"Rings on or off, baby?"

───※ ·❆· ※─── ───※ ·❆· ※─── ───※ ·❆· ※───

summary ~ riding with the winchesters isn't exactly a walk in the park, but you wouldn't give it up for anything, especially now that you've got john wrapped around your finger.

pairing ~ John Winchester x reader

warnings ~ significant age gap, very slight daddy kink, a bit suggestive, talk of weaponry and hunting

rating ~ T

this isn't much, just me trying to get back into writing using a prompt i saw a long time ago. it's been an age, and even when i wrote a whole lot more, i've only ever posted like two things on tumblr, so i really have no idea what i'm doing lol. please let me know what you think, and if the rating or warnings need to be changed(:

You take John’s hand as he helps you climb down from his truck, and you absently note the feeling of cold metal against your fingers. You hide a small smile at the reminder of this morning.

You and John wake up like you usually do, wrapped around each other. The sheets are bunched up at the foot of the bed, like normal. He always gets hot in the middle of the night, whereas you’re always cold, but having John’s overly warm body pressed against yours, head to toe, usually does the trick to keep you warm.

John presses a sleepy kiss to your lips, and the two of you get distracted for a few minutes, before John forces himself to climb out of bed with a groan. You chuckle and watch as he ambles into the bathroom to shower, and then you roll over and get comfortable in the warm spot he left behind. Perks of taking night showers, you get to sleep in while John wakes himself up with his morning showers.

You doze off, and you don’t know how long it’s been before you feel fingertips drag lightly down your spine. You hum sleepily and turn your head to face John. He’s crouched down beside the bed in just jeans, with a small smile on his face.

“Time to get up, baby.” He informs you. You pout and bury your face in the pillow. john chuckles and you hear him moving around, and you look up in time to see him tug a t shirt over his head. You watch as he pulls his usual jacket on, and you finally climb out of bed as he sits down on the edge to put on his boots. You walk over to your bag and pull on a pair of panties, and then you hunt around the room for your bra, which always disappears when John is the one to take it off of you. You find it draped over a chair, and you pull it on as well, and then you return to your bag and grab a pair of jeans. You tug them on, and then you grab the shirt John was wearing yesterday and tug that on as well. John smirks and pulls you down into his lap as you pass by. You wrap an arm around his neck and press a kiss to his jaw. He tangles his fingers in the shirt.

“You don’t have a clean one to wear?” He asks, and you roll your eyes.

“Of course I do. But why would I do that when I could wear your shirt and smell like you all day?” You drawl. John presses a kiss to your throat, and you shiver as his stubble scrapes your skin.

“Now why would you want that?” He wonders.

“Cause I love the way you smell. Your cologne, your favorite whiskey, wood smoke, and something that’s just.. You. Makes me feel safe. It also makes me want the real thing.” You murmur, before tugging him into a kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you slide a hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair as he nips at your lower lip. You two get distracted, again, but this time you’re the one to pull away.

“Hmm, we got work to do. You gonna let me up?” You ask, looking down into his eyes. He smirks at you.

“You gonna ask nicely?” He retorts. You give him a shy little smile and lean in so your lips are brushing the edge of his ear.

“Please, Daddy.” You murmur sweetly. John groans and loosens his grip on your waist, and you climb off his lap. He smacks your ass when you turn to walk away, and you give a surprised yelp.

“You’re gonna pay for that, you just wait, sweetheart.” He drawls. You give him a wink as you sit down on the coffee table to tug on socks and your boots.

“Whaddaya think, rings or no rings today?” He asks, and you look up and see him turning one of them between his fingers. You finish lacing up you boots, and then walk over to where he’s standing. You grab your three favorite rings and slide them onto the correct fingers, pressing a kiss to each one.

“Rings. They look good on you, and I like the way they sound against your gun.” You answer. John chuckles and cups your cheek, tracing your lower lip with his thumb.

“Is that right? What makes you think I’ll be using a gun today?” He asks. You give him a little smirk.

“We’re in Texas, darlin’. You’re in my world now, and I’m telling you, you’ll find a use for that gun today, one way or another.” You answer, pressing a kiss to his thumb. He smiles and shakes his head.

“I’ll take your word for it. You wanna load the truck, or wake the boys?” He asks.

“I’ll take the boys, far be it from me to stop you from lifting heavy things where I can see.” You answer with a grin. John rolls his eyes.

“I’ll take you to the gym next time I go, then you can look all you want.” He retorts. You scoff.

“I like the gym, darlin, you’re the one who can’t be assed to set foot in one.” You remind him as you pull away and tug your jacket on.

“Why would I, I get enough of a workout while I hunt.” John grumbles. You laugh and shake your head.

“Whatever you say. I’ll see you in a minute.” You tell him. He gives you a quick kiss, and then you head next door. You have a key, so you give the door a warning knock, and then you unlock it and step into the room Sam and Dean are sharing. You hear the shower running, and note that Sam must be awake. Dean, however, is still in bed, buried beneath a mountain of blankets. You head over and sit on the edge, pulling the blankets back a little and then pressing your ice cold fingertips to Dean’s bare back. He flinches and groans into his pillow.

“‘Go ‘way.” He mumbles. You laugh.

“Not gonna happen. Cmon, John is loading the truck and Sam is in the shower. We’re waiting on you, pretty boy.” You hum. Dean turns his head towards you with a sleepy glare.

“Not a pretty boy. Sam’s the pretty one.” He huffs. You press your lips together to keep from laughing.

“Sure darlin. Now get up, or I’m telling Sam that you said he can drive the impala today.” You reply. Dean’s glare intensifies, and then he sits up with a groan. The blankets pool at his waist, and he quickly grabs them and yanks them up to his neck.

“Why is it so cold in here?” He asks. You shrug.

“No idea. Did you mess with the thermostat last night?” You ask. Dean shakes his head.

“Sammy, did you turn down the temperature last night?” Dean says, and you turn and see Sam exit the bathroom. Thankfully he’s already dressed, otherwise he’d be blushing right now. You, Dean and John don’t give a shit how dressed or undressed you are around each other, Dean cause he’s just laidback that way, John because these are his sons and you're his lover, and yourself because you were in the army and it’s just skin. That’s not to say you'd like to be completely naked in front of your lovers sons, but if you're just wearing a towel, or if they catch you in a sports bra and spandex, you don’t really give a shit.

“No, I think it’s broken. I tried to adjust it before I showered, but it didn’t work.” Sam answers, rubbing through his hair with a towel. Dean starts cursing, and continues to curse as he jumps out of bed and stumbles over to his bag, yanking on clothes as quick as he can. You chuckle and turn to Sam.

“The impala already packed?” You ask. Sam nods.

“Yeah, I threw our bags in there before my shower. You and dad all set?” He asks, and you're silently thankful that it’s not weird for him to say that anymore. You get it though, you knew Sam and Dean before you knew John, and then there’s the fact that you and Sam are the same age and Dean is only 4 years older than you, and here you are, sleeping with their dad. So you get how it’s a little weird.

“Should be, he’s packing the truck now.” You answer. Sam nods and sits down to put on his shoes, and Dean does as well.

“Let us know when you’re ready to hit the road.” You tell them before you step outside the motel room. You pull your pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket and slide one out, along with the lighter in your jeans pocket. You light up and take a long drag, and lean against the wall. You turn and watch as John checks his weapons cache in the truck. Then you walk over and open the passenger door, and climb up and reach behind the bench seat. You grab your holsters and start strapping them on. You shrug off your jacket so you can pull on your shoulder holster that holds four daggers, and then pull your jacket on over it. Next, you tug your pant leg up and tuck two knives each into the compartments on the insides of your boots. You strap a hunting knife to your hip, and then climb down and walk around the truck to stand beside John. You flick the ash off the end of your cigarette, and watch as John straps on his preferred assortment of weapons, including, you note with a grin, his gun, hidden beneath his shirt and jacket at the small of his back. He catches you grinning, and he scoffs. He reaches out and pulls you close.

“It’s just in case.” He says. You nod.

“I know. You’ll need it.” You tell him matter of factly. He rolls his eyes and plucks the cigarette from your lips. And proceeds to take a puff and then drops the cigarette and stubs it out with his boot. You pout up at him.

“That wasn’t very nice.” You complain. He chuckles.

“Those aren’t very good for you.” He retorts, exhaling the smoke. You scoff.

“Well I know they aren’t very good for me, but darlin’, I’m not very good for me.” You reply. He chuckles and leans in close.

“No, but you leave that to me. I ever been bad to you?” He drawls. You bite your lip and tilt your head.

“Only when I ask for it.” You murmur. He chuckles lowly.

“What can I say. Sometimes you deserve it.” He tells you, lips brushing against your temple. You flush and bury your face in his chest, and he wraps his arms tight around you.

“Look at you, going all shy on me. Gonna have to get a room away from the boys tonight. I’m gonna make you scream.” He informs you. You glance up at him and see how dark his eyes are, and lick your lips.

“You promise?” You ask innocently.

“Yeah baby. I promise.” He rumbles, sliding a hand beneath your shirt and running it up and down your spine. You shiver as the cold metal of his rings grazes your skin.

“You alright?” You hear, and you look up and see that Sam and Dean are standing with you and John next to the truck. John and Sam are looking over something on the hood of the truck, and Dean is right beside you. You smile and nod at him.

“I’m fine. Just a little scatterbrained is all.” You tell him. He nods.

"You ready to show us how to hunt, the Texas way?" He asks. You chuckle.

"Sure, D. But are you ready, is the real question." You retort. He scoffs.

"How hard could it be." He grumbles, and you laugh and get ready for another day with your boys.

#john winchester x reader #john winchester fanfiction #john winchester oneshot #john winchester headcanon #john winchester fic #john winchester imagine #supernatural fic

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Chapter 21: Kia, I Am Your Father

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6 months have passed and having 2 kids both under the age of 4 is not as challenging as you expected to be. The main reason is because both of of your daughters are the easiest to handle. Mina barely cries unlike other babies, and she sleeps well through the night. But because she is still a baby, she needs a lot of watching and attention, way too much for Kia’s liking.

Kia likes being an older sister. She holds Mina’s feeding bottle when it’s time for eating. She knows when it’s time for Mina to nap. She watches over her little sister when you’re showering or cooking. She’s doing an excellent job as a big sister.

You and Kiyoomi thought Kia just loves Mina, the reason why she’s very doting towards her. But Kia does all that to get approval and praise from you and Kiyoomi. Kia hates that she’s not getting as much attention as before. She hates that it’s always about Mina and just sometimes Kia.

“It’s because of you!” Kia screams all of a sudden while you are cooking at the kitchen and Kiyoomi is showering. You both trust Kia that much. You run to your daughters and see Mina on the foamed floor of the living room instead of her bassinet.

“Kia, what’s wrong?” You try to ask her calmly, picking Mina up from the ground. She doesn’t answer you, but storms off to the nursery. You follow her, Mina still in your arms. “Kia!”

“It’s because of Mina! You and papa don’t love me anymore!” She cries, grabbing a baby bottle from one of Mina’s drawers. Kia throws it to the ground, shocking you.

“Kia, don’t do that!” You scold her. She rummages through the drawers and throws Mina’s clothes and diapers out. You try to stop her but then she throws a teether at you, hitting you on your forehead. Worse, it bounced to Mina. The baby cries.

“Sakusa Kia!” Kiyoomi shouts from the doorway. He witnessed everything.

“I hate you! I hate you!” Kia continues to throw things at you and you turn to protect Mina.

Kiyoomi quickly goes to Kia and grabs her by her arm. He sits her down on her bed, her cries worsening. “Say sorry to your mama!” Kiyoomi demands, but Kia firmly shakes her head. “Do it. Now.”

“No! I hate her! I hate you, too!” Kia responds, throwing a pillow at him. His patience running thin, Kiyoomi slams his hand on the bedside table, a loud smacking sound echoing through the whole room. Kia’s cries are exchanged with shivering.

“Is it good to throw things at other people?” Kiyoomi scolds her, his hand hitting the wooden surface once again. “Answer me!” Kia doesn’t answer him so he smacks the table one more time, her shaking getting more intense.

“Kiyoomi, that’s enough. I think she understands now,” you tell him, a hand on his arm.

“No! She clearly doesn’t understand! She won’t throw things like this if she understands! She’s being an unreasonable brat right now!” Kiyoomi shouts. You knead the muscle on his arm, trying to calm him down.

“Omi, Kia’s trembling,” you whisper to him and he takes a look at Kia carefully. She is trembling. He wants to apologize for scaring her, but he won’t. Not after she threw that tantrum. “I’ll go talk to her. Take Mina and prepare the dinner.”

“Fine,” Kiyoomi complies, taking Mina from your arms. “She doesn’t leave this room until she cleans up the mess she made.” He doesn’t spare another glance at Kia as he leaves the room with Mina. Hearing the door shut close, Kia starts wailing. You wrap your arms around her, taking her into your arms.

“Kia, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” She still doesn’t answer. “Is it because you think mama and papa don’t love you anymore because of the new baby?” She nods, her sobs not quietening down. “I’m sorry if we made you feel that way. Mama and papa love you so much. Next time, if you’re upset, you tell us instead of getting angry and throwing things.”

“I’m sorry, mama,” Kia apologizes, wrapping her arms around your neck and burying her face on your shoulder.

“It’s okay baby. Just promise not to do that again.” You hear Kia mutter a quiet ‘yes’ so you kiss the side of her head. “Let’s go out and apologize to Mina and your papa, okay?”

“No! I hate Mina and Kyo! Kyo hates Kia, too,” Kia refuses.

Despite Kia’s protests, you carry her out to the kitchen. You sit her down at her highchair but she doesn’t look at her father who is in front of her. Kiyoomi glares at her, so you sigh. Kia quickly eats her food then leaves the table to go back to her room. You give a look of disappointment to Kiyoomi but he just shrugs.

“She’s really mad at you,” you start. “She called you Kyo.” His heart breaks into a million pieces from what you said.

“It’ll pass. She’ll be fine tomorrow.” He tries to convince himself. He cleans the table, memories flashing back in his mind. You notice the sudden change mood on your face so you get an idea.

“Omi, what do you think about letting Atsumu take care of Mina for a few hours next Sunday? I mean his wife is pregnant, right? They might need some practice,” you tell him, but he doesn’t seem like he’s listening. You continue to speak, “Then we can take Kia out for a little date just to spend more time with her. She thinks we don’t love her anymore.”

“I’ll talk to her after I wash the dishes. Go take Mina to sleep,” Kiyoomi responds. You stand up from your seat and wrap you arms around him from behind.

“Stop overthinking, baby.” You tip toe to kiss him on the cheek then leave to bring Mina to bed.

After doing the dishes, Kiyoomi goes to Kia’s room. He leans on the doorway frame, watching Kia arrange the bottles and diapers she threw a while ago. He knocks on the door, startling Kia. She turns and sees him going to her so she dashes to her bed.

Kiyoomi sighs before sitting on the edge of her bed. “Kia,” he calls her as she covers her face with her blanket. “Do you wanna sleep beside mama and papa?”

No response.

“Do you wanna watch Transformers with me?”

Again, no response.

“Do you want to go to Mu-chan’s?” Kia lowers her blanket, then examines at Kiyoomi’s face. She shakes her head then goes back under the blanket. “Okay, then. Good night.”

Kiyoomi heads back to your room and you’re already asleep. He checks on Mina’s crib then sees that she’s still awake. She reaches her arms out to him and he chuckles. “You’re like your sister, too, huh?” He picks Mina up from the crib and he goes to the living room with her.

He sits down on the couch, and sits Mina on his lap, his legs bent up to support the baby’s back. “You know, your sister is mad at me,” Kiyoomi tells Mina. “She thinks we don’t love her because you’re around. But it’s not your fault, sweetie. It’s also not your sister’s fault. I mean, I do think I don’t spend much time with her.”

Mina lets out a random cry, and he acts as if he understands her. Kiyoomi sighs, “I did. I talked to Kia, but she doesn’t want to talk to. What should I do?”

“Kya!” Mina giggles, hearing her sister’s name, but Kiyoomi registers it as another babble.

“Mina, I didn’t understand that. I’m sorry.” Kiyoomi admits. Mina babbles but with more force this time. “Are you angry at me also?” She stops squirming and looks at Kiyoomi nonchalantly. “You are?”

They continue to ‘talk’ until Kiyoomi falls asleep on the couch with Mina on his chest. The sun rises, waking Mina up. Instead of crying, she just stays there on his chest. A door opens so she looks at that direction.

“Mina...” Kia says as she sees her little sister awake. She stares at her in a daze, then remembers hitting Mina the day before. “Tell mama and Kyo I went out, okay? I will come back.”

Kia runs to her room then grabs a backpack. She puts her little panda bank in it then goes to the front door. She puts her shoes on and manages to unlock the door with her little hands. She slowly closes the door, afraid that she’ll wake her father up.

Kia walks down the cemented slope, looking around from time to time. She hums a song as she excitedly walks to her destination. She sees a flight of stairs, so she takes a deep breath in before taking one step down.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Six.”

“Five.”

“Ten.”

That cycle repeats until she’s finally done with the steps. She continues to walk for a few more minutes until she finally sees her destined location. The flower field.

Kia squeals then runs around the field first before she goes to the flower stall. “Good morning, grandma!” She greets the owner.

“Hello, Kia. Where’s your father?” The owner asks her, looking around for any signs of her father. “Did you go here on your own?”

“He’s sleeping,” Kia answers, worrying the owner. “Can I buy flowers for my baby sister? I hurt her yesterday so I will buy flowers for her so she’ll forgive me.”

“Ah, yes, of course!” The owner smiles at her. “Do you want to help me make it?”

“Yes!” Kia cheers then runs to her behind the counter of the stall.

The owner picks her phone up and calls a certain someone. “Hey. Your friend’s child is here. I think she went here on her own with her parents knowing. Can you come pick her up? Okay, thank you.”

The two of them continue to make the bouquet, the lady doing it slower than usual to kill some time. She’s afraid that if they finish, Kia will dash out and return home on her own.

“Kia...” A familiar voice calls her, exciting her. She jumps off the chair she’s standing on and runs to the owner of the voice.

“Shin-chan!” The said man picks her up, her giving him a kiss on the cheek in the process.

“Let me get you home,” Kita tells her. She nods at his statement.

“Mina’s flowers and I have to pay!” She takes out the little bank in her bag then gives it to the store owner. “I got that money from helping mama at home!”

“If you give this to me then you will not have money anymore,” the owner says to her and Kia saddens a bit.

“It’s okay! Mina will be happy!” She smiles at the shopkeeper. The lady pretends to take out something from her bank then gives it back to her as ‘change.’ “Thank you, grandma! I’ll see you soon!”

Kia and Kita goes to his parked truck and when he opens the door, a white small dog is sitting on the front seat, wagging its tail excitedly. Kia’s eyes widen in happiness.

“A puppy!” Kia squeals, Kita settling her on the seat. He puts the seatbelt on her before he puts on his. “What’s his name?”

“Rice,” Kita responds. The dog barks, so Kia lets out a small ‘woof.’ The said dog licks her face, making her giggle. “Rice, sit. Stop moving.”

He finally starts the engine of his car and heads to your house with Kia’s directions. “Why did you leave home?”

“I bought gift for my little sister!” She shows off the flower.

“Next time, don’t leave the house without your parents. What if you got lost? You’ll never see your papa again,” Kita scolds her, eyes on the road.

“It’s okay. Kyo hates me,” Kia responds, a hint of sadness in her voice. Kita places a hand on her head, petting her.

“Don’t say that. Your papa loves you so much.”

They arrive in front of your house, so Kita carries Kia to the front door. He knocks on the door, hoping they’re at the right house.

Inside the house, Mina hears the knocks. She hits Kiyoomi on the face, waking him up. “Kya! Kya!”

“Huh?” Kiyoomi is still in a daze. He hears the knocks, so he places Mina back in the bassinet and he dashes out to the front door. Who could be knocking at his door so early in the morning? He checks the monitor and sees Kita and Kia?

Kiyoomi opens the door quickly, confused as hell. “Good morning, Sakusa-san.” Kita bows to him so he bows as well. Kia squirms off Kita and enters the house quickly to look for Mina. “Kia went out to the flower fields on her own today.”

“She did?” Kiyoomi’s sleepiness has vanished upon his words.

“Yes. And I think she might be a little upset with you,” Kita tells him.

“Ah, yes, she is. Can I know what she told you?” Sakusa awkwardly asks.

“She said you don’t love her,” Kita answers nonchalantly.

“Is that so?” Sakusa frowns. “Thank you so much for bringing her home. Thank you.” He bows multiple of times as Kita heads to his car.

Kiyoomi returns inside and sees Kia presenting the flowers to Mina. “I’m sorry for hurting you yesterday, Mina. Neechan promises not to do it again.” She plants a kiss on her forehead and the baby giggles.

“Kia,” Kiyoomi calls out and she nervously faces him. He squats down to be on the same level as her. His heart is still aching from the reason why Kia is acting like this towards him. He can’t get mad at her. “Don’t leave the house without me or your mama, okay?” She nods. “Give me a kiss.” Kia ignores him and heads to her room instead.

You get out of your room, just woken up. You see the flowers on the floor and ask Kiyoomi where it’s from. He explains to you and you get worried. “We should change the door knob.”

Kia comes out of her room with papers and a box of crayon. She sets it on the coffee table of the living room and starts scribling.

You and Kiyoomi are on the couch, just watching her. Mina is wide awake, watching her sister draw. Kia shows her a drawing. “Look, Mina! It’s me, you, and mama!”

“How about me?” Kiyoomi pouts.

“Here.” Kia points at a dot in another piece of paper. You chuckle, Kia’s response is just way too funny.

“But Kia, I am your father. I should be on the same paper,” he whines.

“No, Kyo isn’t my papa.” Kia continues to draw. Kiyoomi huffs then an idea pops in his mind. He stands up from the couch and heads to his room. A minute later, he comes back out with his training duffel bag.

“You are so petty,” you tell him and he just shrugs. Kia is his daughter and he knows how to push her button. If she’s still not crying after him this, then, maybe he isn’t her father after all.

You take out your phone and start recording. “I’m going to practice now,” Kiyoomi says loudly. Kia continues to draw, but the grip on the crayon is much tighter.

“Have fun,” you tell him, going along with him. He goes to you and kisses you all over your face. Kia eyes you, her head hung low. She mentally counts the kisses Kiyoomi is giving you.

‘That’s a lot of tomorrow.’ Kia thinks, her scribbles getting uneasy. She sees Kiyoomi go to Mina who is settled beside her. He kisses Mina a lot of times as well. ‘That’s already more than ten tomorrows!’

Kia waits for Kiyoomi to kiss her, but he just passes by her. You record the pain in Kia’s eyes as she looks up to his figure in disbelief. Kia storms off the room and goes to yours. She comes back with a face mask on hand.

“Have fun,” Kia deadpans at Kiyoomi, handing him the face mask. He looks defeated. You stiffle in your laughter, not wanting to rub salt on deep open wound.

“I will,” Kiyoomi scoffs. He won’t lose to this battle of pride against his daughter. He turns his heels to head to the front door, his footsteps loud and painfully slow in Kia’s ears.

Kiyoomi finally turns the knob of the door and Kia starts wailing. She runs to the entryway and wraps her arms around his knee.

“Don’t leave,” Kia cries. Kiyoomi picks her up, a successful smile plastered on his face. “Papa, please don’t leave!”

“Papa?” Kiyoomi cocks an eyebrow at her. “I thought I’m not your papa.”

“You’re my papa. You’re Kia’s papa,” Kia says in between sobs. She tightly hugs him, her face buried in her shoulder, leaving a wet patch on his shirt.

“Then do you love me?” Kiyoomi asks her.

“Yes. I love papa so much!” Kia claims, then cups his cheeks. She plants a kiss on his forehead, then he smiles at her.

“I love you so much more.” He nuzzles his nose against hers, her cries turning into giggles.

Kiyoomi finally sighs in relief, his worries leaving his body. He doesn’t want history to repeat itself. He wants Kia to feel loved by him because he promised her. He doesn’t want Kia to slip off his fingers even if he’s holding her tightly already. He doesn’t care if his daughters are full of snot and germs, he wants to hold them as much as he can because he knows that one day he won’t be able to do that.

He silently chuckles. He can’t believe he used to hate children. He just can’t see that self of his anymore. He thinks that if you never returned and he didn’t meet Kia, his life would be a void. He can’t think of anything that he’ll be doing now if he doesn’t have you and his daughters.

Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits it. He loves children, especially his children.

As you watch the two of them, you feel something curl in your stomach. You quickly get off the couch and run to your bathroom. You throw up in the toilet, holding your hair away from your face. The familiar feeling hitting you like a truck.

“No fucking way,” you curse under your breath. You get up from the floor and wash your face, gargling before you get out with a tight feeling on your chest.

You see the three or them cuddling on the couch, as the Transformer movie plays. Kia under Kiyoomi’s arm while Mina is lying on his chest. You smile at the sight, but then you remember your problem.

“Omi,” you call him but he doesn’t respond, since his eyes are glued to the screen as well. “Sakusa Kiyoomi.” His head literally whips to your direction as he hears his full name come out of your mouth.

“Yes, angel?” He tries to act calm, wondering why you’re sounding so serious. You keep quiet.

You remember leaving him because he didn’t want kids. You remember how he hated Kia so much but then got wrapped around her little finger. You don’t feel great joy seeing him and your two daughters cuddling so comfortably on the couch. You’re thankful that they’re getting along and Kiyoomi came along halfway and embraced parenthood.

But you don’t know how he’ll react to your announcement seeing how happy and contented he is now with his two daughters at the moment. You’re not sure if he’ll want to have an addition this early.

“Baby, are you okay?” Kiyoomi snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, yes, sorry.” You settle between his legs, your head on his stomach, just below Mina’s small feet.

“What were you going to tell me?” Kiyoomi reminds you.

“I forgot,” you giggle, hiding your nervousness.

“Are you sure?” Kiyoomi asks and you nod. He doesn’t push the topic. He places a on your head, massaging your scalp. “I suddenly thought of something.”

“What is it?” You sit up, and you see a look of discomfort on his face.

“Atsumu’s wife is pregnant with sons, right? Which means that his children will be on the same age group as our Mina. What if his sons fall in love with our Mina and then she will be stuck in a love triangle with them! Then she will eventually choose one of them and she will become a Miya! Which means I will be haunted by Atsumu forever!”

You giggle at his rambles, wondering where it came from. “I don’t think you should be worrying about Mina. I think it’s our other child who’ll be in a love triangle with Atsumu’s sons.”

“Huh?” Kiyoomi sits up, his full attention on you. “What are you trying to say? Don’t beat around the bush.”

“I think I’m pregnant again.”

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Facts:

Kiyoomi has finally gotten the son he asked for and he’s with Atsumu’s sons future love interest.

They’re named Sakusa Kin and Sakusa Mira

ha ha ha jokes on you all, this is not the last chapter

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lazyneonrabbitt · 4 years ago

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Wings

Daryl Dixon x Reader [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Babysitting Judith was amazing, not that she needed a babysitter but Michonne preferred if someone was with her while she herself couldn’t be there.

“Come on Jude, time for bed!” You called out, chasing after her, trying to g her ready to sleep and hoping she’d lose some of that typical child energy by chasing her around the house or longer than was honestly needed. You’d never mind it all, it was great to only have to worry about a little kid’s bed time for once in a while. The only worries being the ones between the four walls you were currently sharing with probably the happiest resident of Alexandria. After running up and down the stairs countless times the little one finally started slowing down. “Oh noooo you’re catching meee!” She whined when you eventually picked her up and carried her to her room. “Yeah I did, you sleepyhead, you got to tired to run away. That means ya gotta sleep.” You carefully tucked her in and gave her a small kiss on her head. “Goodnight, kid.” You id softly as you left the bedroom. Before you could close the door completely, you heard a small ‘Goodnight’ and smiled to yourself as you closed the door and went back downstairs to drop yourself onto the couch.

You had been staying at this place for two days now and were currently deep in conversation with Kelly, who decided you needed some company after Judith’s bedtime. And of course none of your friend’s evening visits would be complete without a skillfully stolen bottle of alcohol and the two of you were deeply indulged in tipsy talk of boys, girls and anything that was not meant for children's ears.

“No, really. You wouldn’t even be able to imagine what I’d let that guy do to me..” You rambled on and on about your secret, not so little crush. “I wanna have his babies, oh my god.”

Kelly was practically crying in her seat from laughing too much, trying to hush herself to make sure she wouldn’t accidentally wake up Judith. “I never thought you were the one for kids, though?” She questioned into the room. “Especially now with the world gone to shit and all.”

You just kept blabbing on about how in love you were and how there was finally some hope once their group came into Alexandria and Kelly only fed you more questions to answer without an ounce of shame, all he way until the bottle was empty and your heart had spilled enough to satisfy her curiosity and you were close to falling asleep on the couch.

After Kelly left it wasn’t long before you passed out and slept peacefully until morning, when you were woken up by Michonne who had arrived home earlier than you expected. Your first instinct was to glance over the coffee table and lucky for you Kelly had thought to take the empty bottle back with her when she left. “G’morning, you.” You muttered, still half asleep. Looking further across the room you saw Judith quietly sitting at the dinner table, doodling something and making sure she wouldn’t wake you up while you still slept. “Good morning!” She happily called from the table, to which you lazily waved hello back while slowly getting up, praising whoever was listening to bless you with a morning without a hangover after drinking as much as you did yesterday.

“thank you so much for watching her again.” Michonne spoke as she gave you a goodbye hug at the front door after you shared breakfast and packed your things to head back home. “If you ever need the favor returned, let me know alright” She called after you with a mischievous smile and a happy wave before closing the door again.

You made your way back home and took a quick shower before going off to find Daryl who was supposed to come over yesterday to talk about that run you two were going on tomorrow, but he never showed up and you were curious to find out why.

Daryl was making his way over to Michonne’s place where he was meeting y/n to discuss their run, but before he knocked on the front door he heard laughter coming from the living room and checked through the window and spotted Kelly and her sharing a drink and laughing, listening in to their conversation he quickly decided he wasn’t gonna be a part of all that and went back home. The words he heard her speak mulling around in his head throughout the whole night and into the morning.

It wasn’t long before you found Daryl. After checking his place and finding empty, you saw Aaron’s garage door open and peeked in to see Daryl working on his bike. “Hey, good morning!” You called from outside the garage. You received a Hey back without him looking away from his bike. “Can I interrupt or are you dropping by my place when you’re done?” You asked, still from your safe distance. No one was allowed too close to his bike whenever he was working on it, not even Judith dared to get close to uncle Daryl’s garage when he was working. “S’alright. Lemme finish up here first.” He still hadn’t taken a single glance away from his bike and you took it as your sign to leave him alone and wait back at your place.

After sitting in the living room for what felt like way too long you started wandering around the house, picking up one item after the other and see if it was useful enough to pack for your run. You remembered Daryl telling you to only pack what was necessary, but you found so many things useful with your what-if way of thinking that you always carried an already full bag from the start of the run and having Daryl carry more than he was planning to because of your, according to him, bad habits.

Eventually there was a knock on your door and you almost threw yourself down the stairs to open the door and allow Daryl to come in and finally sit down to work out a plan.

“Hey! Good to finally see you.” You invited him into your home that was still a mess of items never put back after runs, blankets and pillows thrown around the couch and that was only the living room. There was more silence from him as he paced around, trying to find a spot that wouldn’t be right next to you on the couch. Questions were all over your mind, but you had to get to the point. Your biggest problem now was not being able to focus at all on the important run you were gonna go on, before going over why he hadn’t shown up and had been so weirdly quiet and distant.

“Were you working on our bike all night again? you didn’t drop by yesterday like you said you would.” You were sounding more worried than you wanted to let on, you knew that there was something wrong if Daryl spent all day tinkering away at his bike. He was still looking around at all of the stuff scattered throughout your place, mulling over the multiple ways he could answer. ‘You were drinking’ was one of them. ‘Ya were havin’ fun’ was another one, he’d never want to end your enjoyable night with a friend by coming over to talk about work. ‘Didn’t wanna hear more about the guy ya wanted to bone ya.’ Or more likely, not wanting to find out which pretty young guy she was so happily talking about.

“Came by, heard ya talk about guys with Kelly.” He said carefully, still avoiding your gaze. “Okay, so? You know we would have stopped as soon as you walked in, right? This is way more important than my tips rambling.” You had noticed him staring around and you felt guilty for not even cleaning up a little bit, knowing he’d drop by today. You had started with grabbing the pillows and tossing them into your basket an folding the blankets on top of it to at least make some space on the couch for Daryl to come and sit while you sat back down in the chair next to it.

“Or is there something else you want to talk about? there’s clearly something bothering you.” You didn’t feel safe going on this run tomorrow if this wasn’t talked about and properly dealt with.

Daryl knew this as well, if you two were going to go on a run without your heads on straight, either of you could end up getting hurt or worse and thinking about that idea had Daryl close to panicking earlier last night on top of those thoughts of what you talked about. He knew this was something he needed to share today and it was stressing him out.

“S’what ya said to Kelly. Heard something I should forget about. Tha’s all.” He sighed as he dumped himself on your couch, unsure if he chose the right words and afraid of the confrontation he was gonna have and couldn’t simply run away from.

“So you heard me talk to Kelly about,” You sighed, thinking back to your conversation, going from topic to topic, crossing out everything that wouldn’t have affected him like this and ended up on hat moment where you were shamelessly telling her what you’d want Daryl to do to you, but you couldn’t remember if you’d even used his name at all. “We talked about boys, so what?” You never mentioned his name in the part that he heard, or what you thought he had and now you had to decide wether you were telling him who all of that was about and confess, or let him imagine who you might have been talking about and get it wrong every time.

“Why’d ya want a guy to do that to ya in this world?” Daryl asked just loud enough for you to catch it before you could say anything else, and now you had to think of an answer. You thought about how much easier this was to answer if Kelly had been the one asking the question. Realizing what your head just told you, you knew how to answer him. Just tell him what you’d tell Kelly that was the truth and it should be said out loud before you could come up with a shitty excuse. Not daring to look him in the eyes, you were twiddling your fingers in your lap, gathering the courage to speak your thoughts out loud. Taking a deep breath you had to go for it. “All that was about you. We were talking about you. We both think you’re amazing. Her only as friends of course but I’ve been feeling more for quite a while and I’m sorry you heard all that. We drank too much and I wasn’t thinking.” Rambling on you almost went into an over-explaining fit because of how nervous you were and honestly you just wanted to disappear.

The silence wasn’t helping at all either, making your doubts ring even louder in your head. “Ya crazy, kid. But a good crazy.” You carefully looked his way after being dragged out of your head by his voice. “I don’t get it, really. Jus’ happy ya ain’t after one of them Alexandrian boys.” This had you giggle as Kelly gave you the exact same answer when she asked if you were interested in someone and found out it was Daryl.

“Is that all you’re gonna say? You don’t get it but what? You’re okay with it? You just don’t feel the same? Or you do but you don’t know how to say it.” You weren’t sure why you were asking so much, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the answers.

“Can’t say I slept well after what ya said an’ thinkin’ it was about one of them other boys.” He was talking around the point and while you just wanted him to say what he was thinking, you knew it was difficult for him too. “So, what now? We just pretend this never happened, go on before?”

Daryl thought about it for a bit, pacing around the room rummaging in his pocket and pulling outa pack of cigarettes, holding them up for you to see. “You can smoke inside, there’s an ashtray in the kitchen.” You motioned towards the kitchen counter, understanding he needed a smoke after such a difficult talk. You saw him visibly relax as he took a few drags and sat back down with the ashtray balanced on his leg. Rethinking his plan he placed the ashtray back on the coffee table and placed his cigarette in it before leaning back in the chair and patting his leg, motioning for you to come over. “Yer gonna have ta help me with this.” He said and picked up his cigarette again as you hadn’t moved yet. “I do like ya a lot. But I wanna go on that run before we talk about all of this.”

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klvbxlove · 3 years ago

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child (iida x gn! reader)

a/n: i know it’s only been like a month or so since my last iida x reader drabble, but it’s definitely felt like a long time! it was honestly ‘cause i got a bit caught up with writing persona 4 fanfics ever since i started watching the anime with my cousins when i visited them last month LOL. i also was struggling with what to write for an iida drabble, but this idea came up and i figured, “why not?”. although i have to admit, this one does feel a bit short, despite it being a little bit over 1,000 words 🙁 but anyways, i hope y’all will still like it! :)

reader type: gender neutral

reader specification(s): none

genre(s): fluff

trigger warning(s): none

summary: after iida came back home from a hero mission, you weren’t expecting for him to turn into a child the next morning.

word count: 1.3k words

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key:

(y/n) = your name

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You were aware that Iida had been hit by a villain quirk today. However, when he came back home from his hero mission that same night, nothing seemed to be different about him. And while you were glad he had no injuries, there was still worry lingering inside of you. That was when you assumed that the effect would settle in tomorrow (and that you were scared of).

So when you were slowly brought out of your sleep by an unfamiliar voice, you were a little bit confused. Did someone somehow enter your apartment? Because you were sure that you kept all the doors and windows locked before you and Iida went to sleep.

Instead of fully opening your eyes, you closed them back. You figured this must have been some weird dream. In the meantime, maybe you could move closer to Iida and cuddle him. After all, he had a rough day yesterday, so this might as well cheer him up--

“(Y/N), sweetheart. Wake up!”

Okay, there goes that unfamiliar voice again (and why did they call you sweetheart? As far as you were concerned, so far, Iida was the only one who called you that). With the confusion fully settling in, you did not feel like going back to sleep because you knew something was going on. It was not fear that was settling in. It was more of a suspicion.

Letting out a yawn, you rubbed your eyes before sitting up from your bed. “What? Who’s that?”

The person behind the voice huffed. “I thought you would have recognized me somewhat, but it’s me!”

Seconds passed as the weight on your eyelids was beginning to fade. And now that you thought about it, the voice was starting to sound familiar. You guessed that you did not recognize it since you were not fully awake. But when your eyes fully opened, you were not expecting Iida to not be there beside you.

Instead, you came across a small child wearing his pajamas (and they were too big on him).

At first, you tilted your head in confusion. First off, who was this child, and what were they doing in your apartment? And second off, where was your husband, Iida?

Your eyes squinted at the child as you looked at them in slight suspicion. Meanwhile, they stared back at you. There was also something about them that looked familiar, too (not just their voice). They have even got his hairstyle, his eyes, and his overall appearance. Almost as if it was the child version of Iida--

Wait a minute.

Your eyes widened.

Wait a damn minute.

“T-Tenya?! Wait, is that you?!” You spoke after seconds (what felt like minutes) of being in shock. Part of you believed that this was part of the dream.

The young boy nodded and scratched the back of his head. “Y-Yes, it’s me,” he said bashfully, “As a child, that is...”

WHAT?!

You put a hand on your mouth.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

More seconds passed. But eventually, you had accepted that this was reality. Although, there were so many things going on in your head right now. Your husband had mysteriously turned into a child; it must have happened last night when the both of you were sleeping.

You never thought a situation like this would have happened. You were not necessarily bothered by it, as Iida was still alright. Like you knew yesterday, there was no need to treat his wounds or take him to a hospital. Although, you had to wonder.

“How did this happen? I swear, I heard nothing last night, and you were already fast asleep.”

Iida placed a finger on his chin as he looked to be in deep thought. “This must have been the side effect of the villain that struck me with their quirk yesterday,” he inquired. “I could only assume that it took only a few hours for it to settle in, as it occurred between the time that I fell asleep and the time that I woke up. Although it is a bit strange that the villain only did this much to my body,”

Right. You almost forgot about that. “I mean, at least the villain didn’t technically hurt you, right?” you tilted your head.

He nodded. “Yes, I suppose you are right about that, (Y/N). It is a bit unfortunate that this happened. I have no clue how long I will be in this form before I go back to my normal self!”

Iida had a point. You knew that. For all you knew, he would have stayed as a child for a month! However, as this was a situation in which you would begin to panic, there was no single ounce of worry inside you. You began to stare at Iida, and it suddenly felt like your heartbeat was increasing.

Memories were washing over you about the one time you were visiting his family, and his mom was showing you childhood photos of your husband. Ignoring the pleas from Iida, your eyes began to remember seeing the young child in those photos. Oh, how your heart could not take it! He was just too cute to handle! With those bright blue eyes, the big small on his face, how tiny he looked. You swore you were about to cry from the cuteness.

And the fact that you were seeing child Iida right in front of you instead of just in photos?

Your instincts came up to you, and that was when you suddenly grabbed Iida onto your lap and hugged him close. He let out a sound of surprise. “(Y/N)?! W-What are you doing?!” he cried.

“God, you are just too cute, Tenya!” you squealed, rubbing his back as though he needed comfort, “I’m sorry, but let me just hug you for a bit, please.”

“Cute? Darling, I can assure you that I’m not cute! I have no idea where you’re getting this from,”

“Oh, yes, you are! Stop hiding it.” You almost had to bite the inside of your cheeks so you would not burst out laughing. Even as a child, Iida still spoke eloquently, as you had always remembered. As much as this was a bit funny to you, you also found it twice as adorable.

“You know, this might sound bad, but I’m somewhat glad that the villain who hit you with his quirk ended up turning you into a child. You’re ten times cuter than before.”

“(Y/N)!” Iida cried out as he pouted, “You cannot go saying stuff like that! And especially saying that you are happy that a villain used their quirk on me! What if it was something much more serious than this--”

“I know, I know. But still, I could get used to holding you like a child!” you grinned.

Iida sighed. There was no point in trying to argue with you. He could only think back to the time when his mom was showing you his baby photos (much to his dismay), and you were practically fangirling. Iida was almost starting to wish the mission he went on yesterday did not happen in the first place. So ultimately, he might as well let you hug him for the time being.

And it was not like Iida did not enjoy the affection, either. No, he loved it very much! Iida even decided to wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your chest. Although, he swore he heard another squeal come out of you.

After moments went by, you released Iida from your grip, and you looked at him. “Well, how about I make you some breakfast now? I bet you’re a bit hungry,”

As if in sync, Iida felt a grumble coming out of his stomach. You let out a soft chuckle watching him blush in slight embarrassment, and you gently picked him up into your arms. “I guess you are. Alright, let’s go!”

To which Iida smiled softly at that.

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sfb123 · 3 years ago

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Sapere Aude - Part 15

Book: The Royal Heir

Pairing: King Liam Rys x Queen Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Catch Up Here

If you’re new to Sapere Aude, please click the link above to start from the beginning. There’s so much going on right now that you’ll be way too confused to start from this point. Plus, there are some major bombshells that won’t be as fun if you read this and get a bunch of spoilers.

Series Description: I developed a theory of what I think will happen in TRH Book 4, and I was encouraged by some very lovely people to turn my theory into a fic, so here it is. Basically, Riley is recruited to join the Via Imperii, this series will follow her as she joins them to try and bring them down from the inside, and all of the drama and bombshells she learns along the way. Sapere Aude is Latin for “dare to know” it seemed like an appropriate title.

Rating: PG-13 Adult language, discussions of death, conspiracy, blackmail, and other adult themes.

Trigger Warning: A brief moment of physical abuse.

Warning: The Royal Heir Book 3 Spoilers all over the place.

Disclaimer: I have no current affiliation with any other Via Imperii themed stories. Any claims that I have pre-read anything are false.

Word Count: 3,435

A/N: Guys, we’re really in the home stretch now, we’re slowly but surely getting some resolutions. I finished this up the other day, and am already halfway through the next chapter. I’m hoping to have the series completely written by the end of the weekend or early next week. I have some really exciting and unexpected things coming, and I can’t wait to share them with you!

Thank you, as always, to the amazing, @phoenixrising308 (<--- my fandom soulmate, you may know her as @jessiembruno, follow her new account so you don’t miss a second of her incredible work) & @txemrn. And to @twinkleallnight for my lovely moodboard!

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Liam’s eyes fluttered open, his wife slowly coming into focus in front of him. She was already awake, and smiled at him as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Morning.” She greeted him softly.

“Hi.” He placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in, leaving a lingering kiss on her lips.

“Do you want to talk? Drake texted me, he got Eleanor out of bed, so we have some time.” Liam silently nodded his head. Riley removed his hand from her cheek and kissed his palm before sitting up and leaning back against the headboard.

Liam rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head with a groan before sitting up next to Riley, taking her hand in his. “And I thought our wedding was an eventful day.” He chuckled lightly.

“Liam, real talk.” Riley replied, combing the fingers of her free hand through his hair.

“I...I feel like I got some closure. I needed that moment. When it was just you telling me that she was alive, it was easy to ignore, or pretend it wasn’t real. But with her standing in front of me, I had to face the truth, face what she did to me. And now she truly knows how much she hurt me. I can move on now, and truly put her in the past.”

Riley smiled at him. “That’s great, I’m so proud of you. I also noticed that you told Thomas you still wanted a relationship with him?”

“He holds no responsibility for what happened, he was born into a life that he had no control over.” Liam’s expression became more pensive as he spoke about Thomas.

“And you understand the feeling, so you’re cutting him some slack.”

Liam nodded. “Sort of, we were both born with certain responsibilities and expectations, I can understand his feelings of obligation. As much as I missed out by losing my mother, and him, he lost out on even more. He was supposed to be a prince, he is a prince, and he’s lived as a commoner his whole life. We both missed out on so much by not having each other, like we should have. I can’t get that time back, but I can try to make up for it moving forward.”

“You’re amazing Liam, you know that right?” Riley looked at him adoringly.

He brought his hand to her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “You may have mentioned it once or twice before.” He leaned in and kissed her. “You know, I didn’t get a chance to properly show you how happy I am to have you home and safe.” He kissed her again, this time pulling her into his lap.

She giggled as his lips began working their way down her neck. “Liam, we don’t have time right now. I’m sure everyone is waiting for us. Rain check?”

Liam lifted his head and placed his forehead against hers. “You promise?” He kissed her softly on the nose.

“Have I ever let you down in that department?”

“Never.” He kissed her deeply, running his hands down her back until they rested on the curves of her ass.

“Good, then let’s go.” She kissed him one last time before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Once they were ready, they headed downstairs and headed to the smaller dining room. Eleanor noticed them immediately and charged at her mother. “Mommy!”

Riley lifted her daughter into her arms and held her close for a moment before pulling away and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Hey baby girl, were you a good hostess to our guests while mommy and daddy were away?”

“Yes mommy, the best hostess!” As Riley brushed some hair out of Eleanor’s face, Eleanor noticed the marks on Riley’s wrist where she had been bound the day before. “You have a boo-boo mommy.”

“I know baby, I do.” She held her wrist out so Eleanor could look at it.

“I can fix it.” Eleanor grabbed Riley’s hand and brought her wrist to her lips, kissing the marks with a loud smacking sound. “There you go mommy, all better now.” She smiled at her mother proudly.

Liam looked on, quickly swallowing the lump that formed in his throat at the sight. In that moment, it hit him again that not only would he have lost his wife, the best thing that had ever happened to him, but Eleanor would have lost her mother. He quickly shook off the thought, everyone was safe, and they were about to take steps to eliminate their greatest threat.

“Thank you Eleanor, it feels so much better.” Riley gave her one last hug before putting her back down. “Why don’t you go see Miss Gladys, she’ll take you into the kitchen to get something to eat. We need to have a grown up breakfast.”

Eleanor nodded and ran out of the room in search of Gladys. Riley and Liam approached the table as their friends stood to greet them. “Sit down weirdos, this isn’t a royal function, this is breakfast with friends.” Riley waived them off as everyone sat at the table. It was silent for a moment, nobody quite sure how to break the silence. “So I guess we should start by addressing the elephant in the room. Neville and Mara kidnapped me yesterday. Before you start with me; I’m fine, Neville has been arrested, Mara is dead.”

“Good riddance.” Olivia interrupted. The group laughed at her comment, breaking some of the tension in the room.

Their friends listened with bated breath as Riley and Liam recalled the events from the day before. Riley told them about the kidnapping, and everything that transpired between her and Neville. She told them how Eleanor had come to her rescue, Liam tensing slightly, as this was the first time he had heard that part of the story. She went on to explain that Liam had come face to face with Eleanor, and how proud she was of him for confronting her and lifting that huge weight of his chest.

Liam picked up the story from there, explaining that he said what he needed to say to get the closure he needed with his mother, and that he wanted to try to build some kind of a relationship with Thomas. He still wasn’t sure what that relationship would look like, but he was excited to find out.

“So where do we go from here?” Maxwell asked, once the group had been fully caught up.

“Well, we need to squash the Auvernal thing once and for all, and I think there’s only one way to do that.” Riley said. It was something she had been thinking about since the meeting where revisiting the alliance came up. “We’re going to have to release the information we got when we destroyed the alliance the first time. The only way we are going to put an end to this is to tell the world that the twins are not blood heirs to the throne.”

“But what if this group tries to spin it, or screw with the records?” Drake asked. Nobody was quite sure how to answer that, but it was a legitimate concern.

“We out the Via Imperii. If they’re a secret society, announcing that they were behind the kidnapping of our Queen, and were trying to push forward a marriage alliance with heirs that do not have true birthright to the throne will knock them off their high horse.” Olivia stated.

“But how do we know they know?”

Riley tapped her fingers against the table, thinking for a moment before chiming in. “We don’t Max, that’s fair. But they probably do, they seem to know just about everything else. Even if they don’t, they’re not going to hold their own press conference to contradict us. It kind of goes against their whole being a secret thing.”

“Very well, I will make sure to get a press conference scheduled in the coming days to make the announcements.” Liam chimed in. “I will also set up an emergency council meeting to inform them of our decision, and also move things forward with Neville.”

“What are you going to do to him? Can I be the executioner?” The excitement in Drake’s voice made Riley and Maxwell giggle, while Olivia rolled her eyes.

Liam chuckled lightly before responding. “I have thoroughly thought out his punishment, we will review it in the council meeting tomorrow.” He cleared his throat before moving on to the next open item. “Finally, I have promised Thomas and his mother that the crown would protect them for their assistance in saving Riley. Nobody knows about Thomas’s connection to the crown, or my family, so he will not need to remain in hiding. However, he is going to be a target of the Via Imperii, so he will no longer be able to guard my family. I do have a position in mind for him, I would like him to work with Bastien and I to completely overhaul the guard program.”

“It’s about damn time.” Olivia scoffed.

“I agree, Olivia. Regrettably, I have let the current program go far too long, and it almost cost my wife her life.” He reached over, taking Riley’s hand in his, offering an apologetic smile. “We absolutely cannot let another Mara slip through the cracks. With his intimate knowledge of the Via Imperii, I feel that he would be a great asset.” He paused as the room nodded in agreement. “As for his mother, she was a notable figure in Cordonia for many years, so she will need to remain in hiding. We will need to set her up in a safe house with a team of guards.”

Olivia cleared her throat to get everyone’s attention. “I can house her in Lythikos.” All heads snapped in her direction, and she sat a little taller in her seat to overcompensate for the discomfort she felt in that moment. “When I was a child, she showed me a kindness I had never known at a time when I needed it most. Liam, I respect your decision not to reconnect with her because of what she did to you, I hope you can respect my decision to want to help her because of what she did for me.”

Liam nodded. “Absolutely Olivia, as long as she and I do not cross paths, I will put her in your care.”

“Ok, so we have all the work stuff out of the way. There’s a plan, nobody is in any immediate danger. Can we please relax and have a nice breakfast and enjoy what’s left of our getaway weekend?” Maxwell asked dramatically.

“Amen to that.” Riley replied, pulling her napkin from the table and placing it in her lap. The group dug into their food, the mood much lighter than it had been when Liam and Riley arrived.

The next day Liam walked out of the state room. He had just adjourned the emergency meeting of the Royal Council to discuss everything that had been uncovered during their trip to Valtoria. He rushed to catch Drake, who had slipped out while Liam was still shaking hands and saying his goodbyes to the other council members. “Drake, hold on a moment.”

Drake stopped walking and turned to face his friend. “Hey Li, what’s up? I was just going to head home.”

“I was actually hoping you could help me out with something. I’m heading down to the cells to personally deliver the news to Neville.”

Drake’s lips curled up into a devious smile. “And you want me to be there to see it all go down? Liam, I’m speechless. It’s not even my birthday.”

Liam chuckled and patted his friend on the shoulder. “Well, it’s not just for you to bask in his misery, I need your assistance.” His expression turned serious before he continued. “Drake, after what he did to Riley, I don’t trust myself alone with him. I need you to be there to pull me off in case I go too far.”

“Li, you know I’m always there for you for anything you need, but do you really think I’m the best person to stop someone from hurting Neville? Honestly, I can’t even guarantee that I won’t jump in and throw a couple of punches myself.”

“Then we will bring Bastien along as well, but I would really appreciate it if I had you by my side for this.”

Drake nodded, and the two of them headed for the cells with Bastien in tow. When they arrived, Bastien took Neville from his cell and put him in one of the interrogation rooms. They waited before entering, giving him time to sit alone with his thoughts. Once Liam felt he had waited long enough he looked to Drake and the two entered the room together. Drake stepped back into the corner as Liam approached Neville, who was sitting at a table, but stood immediately upon the King’s entry.

“Ah, so you are capable of showing respect to your betters. I had heard otherwise.” Liam took a seat, signaling for Neville to do the same.

Neville scoffed. “Your majesty, I always have. Your queen just doesn’t happen to be one of them.”

“Oops, wrong answer.” Drake chimed in from the back corner.

Liam shot up from his seat. He charged at Neville on the other side of the table, lifting him by the front of his shirt and holding his gaze. “How dare you speak of your queen, my wife, that way.”

“Liam, why don’t you give him the good news, before you beat the shit out of him? That way he’ll be able to fully appreciate it. I know I will.” At Drake’s words, Liam released Neville who shot an angry glance in Drake’s direction. Drake winked at him.

“Of course Drake, thank you for keeping me on task.” Liam straightened his jacket and returned to his place at the table, sliding a folder across it to Neville. “Neville, you have officially been stripped of all of your titles and lands. This paperwork will provide you with the specifics, but as of about an hour ago, you are no longer a noble.”

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, shocked at the new development. “You mean I am a…” He trailed off, unable to utter the word.

“You’re a commoner, just like me!” Drake cheerily finished Neville’s sentence for him.

Liam raised a hand to silence his friend. He was enjoying this just as much as Drake was, but as King he did need to keep an heir of levelheadedness about him. “You will also be tried with treason for kidnapping Queen Riley. Your trial will begin next week, and I don’t think you need me to tell you, but I will. It is not looking promising for you Mr. Vancoeur.”

Neville crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. “Wonderful, just let me know when the execution is to take place.”

“Oh Neville.” Liam laughed as he stood, once again walking to the other side of the table. “Do you really think you are going to be let off that easily?” Neville cocked an eyebrow as Liam got in his face, his demeanor calmer than before. “I have final say in all sentencing, and for you I have something in mind that will make you pray for death. You will be spending the remainder of your days in your cell, eating food that doesn't even register on the Michelin guide, knowing that you have no status, no pull. The life you once knew, a distant memory as you sit here for decades to come. That is the worst possible punishment I am able to bestow as your King.” Neville leaned back and audibly gulped. “As far as the punishment I am able to bestow as a husband…” Liam squared his shoulders and brought his fist back before thrusting it forward, making hard and fast contact with Neville’s jaw, knocking him out of his chair and onto the floor. As he laid there holding his face, Liam approached once more, this time kicking Neville swiftly in the ribs. “How dare you lay a hand on my wife.” He crouched down on the ground, lifting Neville by his shirt. “Please know that there is more I would like to do to you, but you are not worth any more of my time. Just remember that my American commoner wife will be up there enjoying every luxury in the world, as she deserves, while you rot away down here dreaming of the life you once had.”

Liam landed one last punch to Neville’s face before letting go of his shirt and watching his head hit the ground. He then slumped over, breathing heavily as the adrenaline began to wear off. Drake approached him and patted him on the shoulder lightly. “C’mon buddy, let’s get out of here. You got what you came for.”

Liam nodded silently as his friend helped him to his feet. Drake draped an arm around Liam’s shoulder and walked with him out of the room. He looked at Bastien, who had been waiting at the door and signaled for him to return Neville to his cell. Bastien gave Drake a curt nod and retreated to the interrogation room as Drake and Liam made their way back to the main area of the palace.

When they reached the foyer, Drake stopped Liam before he reached the steps. “Hey, are you okay? Do you want to go to your office for a drink or something?”

Liam brushed him off. “I’m fine Drake, I’m just going to head up to my quarters and relax with my family.” He extended his hand to Drake. “Thank you for coming with me today.”

“Of course man. Any time, any place. You know that.” Drake shook his hand and pulled him into a hug, clapping him on the back before pulling away. “I’m going to call you later to check in.”

Liam gave him a small smile before turning and heading up the stairs towards his chambers. Upon entering, he was greeted by an empty living room. “Riley?” He called out.

“Bedroom.” He heard her faint reply from the hallway and followed the sound of her voice.

He entered the room as she was exiting her walk-in closet holding multiple hangers. “I mean honestly, I love my life and how much you spoil me, but do I really need this many black dresses?” She let out an exasperated sigh before looking up and noticing Liam. “What happened? What’s wrong?” She dropped the dresses she was holding and rushed up to him.

“I just got back from the cells.”

“Liam Rys, what did you do?” Riley placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow.

“He’s fine, the medics will bandage him up. I’m sure losing his title hurt him much more than I did.” He grabbed her hands off of her hips and brought them to his lips. “He hurt you, Riley. He tried to take you away from me. I know he’s going to be punished for what he did, but it won’t ever be enough.”

Riley lifted his hand, examining it. It was red, bruises already beginning to form at the knuckles. She kissed each knuckle softly. “Come on, let’s ice it before it gets too bad.” She held onto his hand, leading him into the kitchen. “Sit.” she pointed to the kitchen table.

Hey obeyed, sitting at the table as she went to the freezer, pulling out an ice pack and wrapping it in a dish towel. She joined him at the table, sitting on his lap, and taking his injured hand in hers once more. She pressed the ice pack to his knuckles, he hissed slightly at the feeling. She pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss as she continued to hold the ice to his hand. “To distract you from the pain.” She said with a wink as she pulled away.

“You have always been my favorite distraction.” He brought his free hand to her face, pulling her into a deeper kiss. “When is Eleanor due back?”

“Mmm..a little over an hour.” She cooed.

“Perfect, that will be more than enough time.”

“For what?”

“For me to cash in my rain check from yesterday.” Liam removed his hand from under the ice pack and lifted Riley bridal style to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them.

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if the slayers & hashira were dads | DS edition

headcanons including: Tanjiro/ Inosuke/ Zenitsu/ Genya/ Sanemi/ Giyuu/ Kyojuro/ Uzui/ Iguro/ Himejima

a/n: first time doing this, hope you enjoy!

Tanjiro

Lives in the mountains for the rest of his life because he loves the peace and quiet, but will bring his kids often downtown to meet with uncle Zenitsu and aunty Nezuko

Kids are kinda scared of Zenitsu cause he’s so noisy and hide behind him

Firstborn is a boy, but he will have a lot of children

Sometimes cries at a strange time and place, tells people it’s for no reason at all, but it’s actually because he loves his family so much and can’t picture his life without them

Hand-crafts toys for his children and tools for his wife all the time

Spends at least a brief amount of time with each of his children and listens to their aspirations and dreams with interest

Piggyback rides all day all night

Throwing kids in the air because they find it hilarious and giggle a lot

Tucks them up at night and gives them forehead kisses

Zenitsu

Lives in the town suburbs with Nezuko

Will only have daughters. A lot of them. Probably 4.

“KYAAAAA they are all so gorgeous I am keeping them for myself, Nezuko why are you so beautiful, look what you’ve done askjfkasfha”

Screaming and crying simultaneously every time he talks about them

Gathers all of them in his arms protectively and continues to scream

His daughters respect him, but his reactions always make them laugh

“Papa calm down, please stop crying, we’re not going to leave you”

They group hug him a lot

He buys them clothes and jewelry all the time

Every time Nezuko mentions how they will marry well because they’re indeed very beautiful, he gets triggered. The air around him starts to crackle.

Inosuke

Lives in a hut in the heart of the mountain

Has no idea how to be a parent

Something weird and small is following him around all the time, it kinda looks like him

Annoying, can’t keep up, always needs saving

Predators often think the baby is food. Predators end up sliced in pieces.

Baby ends up being a daughter. A very stubborn one.

They end up fighting each other for 10 hours a day. Fights end with blood and heavy breathing. There’s a lot of yelling.

Daughter loses fights up until one day when she wins and he’s silent for a week

She later finds him pig assaulting a tree, tears in his eyes. She doesn’t ask him why.

Tanjiro’s firstborn gets stuck in a snow-drift at some point and Inosuke’s daughter ends up saving his sorry ass.

Tanjiro’s son is enamored

“I’ll cut your throat, that will shut you up”/ “You’re so beautiful...”

Genya

All babies magically calm down when he’s around

He definitely finds it very weird, but doesn’t say anything about it

Tries to lull his baby to sleep, ends up falling asleep before it

Babies sleep all over him throughout the day, but he’s fine with it. He can remain perfectly still for hours if he has to.

Protec™

Probably great at singing lullabies

Doesn’t mind playing with pink and glittery stuff

Wakes up every day, trying to convince himself he really has a family that loves him

Openly aggressive if someone hurts his kids

Sanemi

Protec Intensifies

Will try to train all his kids for battle from the moment they can walk

But in the brief time between their birth and walking moment, he’s immensely soft

Spends all his time with baby in his arms, shows it off to people

Enjoys having walks with it in spring

“Aww, so cute! Can I touch it?”/ “No.”

Will break your limbs if you decide to touch after all

Intense staring at the baby as it sleeps next to him on the bed, for a few hours

Will play a princess/commander if asked, on condition there isn’t anyone else in the house

Giyuu

Started crying the moment the baby was born, three years later still crying

Can’t believe he has a family

Thinks he’s trapped in a good dream and is anxious that it will end some time

“I did nothing to deserve this”

“Is it okay to be this happy?”

Probably has twins, boy and a girl. Cries about it.

Poor at handling basic baby-care tasks, but his love is profound and the babies feel it because they rarely cry for long

Spends hours watching over them, makes him cry

Sometimes takes both of them in his lap and sits outside on the engawa, watching as it rains or snows

Thinking about their future makes him nervous so he holds them close and sighs, promising to be there for them no matter what

Kyojuro

The most fun dad ever

Drops everything to spend time with his kids, no matter how important his task is

Goes into wild places and teaches them how nature works and how they have to be in harmony with it

Always tells the most intriguing, cool stories at night before bed. Kids make him tell more and he never refuses. It always ends up very late before anyone falls asleep

Has unnecessary amounts of pets in his house, always shelters strays and kids love it

Gets incredibly sad seeing any of his children fight and never says anything about it, but they notice and apologize to one another and to him

A just dad, every game and every chore is done and assessed fairly

Uzui

Has at least 8 kids

Probably has favorites and it shows

Forgets birthdays, sometimes names

Mostly annoyed cause there’s less time for sex and it’s inconvenient around so many kids

Devoted tho

Will do anything for his kids

“All my kids need to learn how to be more✨flamboyant✨”

The great amounts of love he receives from everywhere makes him very, very happy

When he’s surrounded by this warmth, he’d forget how annoying kids are most of the time and he’d find any of his wives right away

“I want another one”

“Uzui, I told you yesterday Suma is already pregnant again”

“But you’re not.”

Iguro

Secretly hopes none of his kids look like him

Only first one out of two does so he’s only semi-bitter

Feels very guilty and sorry to put Mitsuri through pregnancy both times

Is extremely anxious for 9 months, falls ill with worry while she’s near labor date

Mitsuri ends up taking care of him and thinking it’s very cute

Labor goes smoothly every time because she’s strong, but he can’t help the worry

Is constantly fascinated with the very concept of having kids and that they love him unconditionally

Ready to die for them any time

A harsh and strict dad

Self-loathing intensifies after he’s being harsh and strict and he goes to Mitsuri’s and his room, where he can be privately upset about it

Himejima

Externally, calmest dad in the history of calm dads

Internally, in eternal agony over past memories of personal failure concerning kids

Spends a lot of time trying to banish fears that some events might repeat and thus punish him for his failures

Will protect his children with his life, of course

Loves hearing them laugh or just being noisy around him

Smallest daughter loves sitting in his lap and babbling to him about tiny bugs she’s seen in the forest

Sometimes she’d bring said bugs in her hand and place them on his palm so that he can feel them and tell her what he thinks

Most of his children dream of life in the city so they all end up living there except the smallest daughter

Her love for her dad and nature is too strong so she remains with him and looks after him till he’s old

Eventually marries, but she and her husband still live in his house

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