#i need a full circle moment of them hugging and being like hey look at that we are both bi !

[quinnigallagherjones]

NEED THESE TWO TO HAVE HAPPY AND HEALING ENDINGS PLEASE !!!!!

[somethinginthewayiam]

The girl behind the bar (Part 8 - Final Part)

pairing: Jake Hangman Seresin x plus-size reader

warnings: slight arguing

words: 3.2k

Summary: Jake has one last try to fix it with you and he was gonna make sure to give it his all. Go big or go home, isn’t that what they say?

a/n: Here it is, the final part of my series. How did we get here? It's crazy! Thank you all SO MUCH for all the likes, reblogs and comments, they mean the world to me!! I hope you like this chapter!

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It’s been over a week and you haven’t seen or heard anything from your favorite group. They all had become friends to you and with Hangman, you would also get there eventually.

You got increasingly nervous and as well as Penny tried to hide it, she did too. Maverick being part of the mission seemingly wasn’t planned as to what she had told you and now that he was, made the whole thing even scarier. If they needed someone as experienced as him…you didn’t want to think about what they had to do and where they had to go.

You only knew one thing for sure, you had definitely seen too many action and disaster movies to uphold any state of calm.

Showing up for work and getting through a shift was your only constant right now and you held on to it for dear life. Fuck, you really hadn’t realized how much every single one of those idiots had found their way into your heart.

It was shortly after you had begun your shift on a Thursday when you heard familiar voices coming from the entrance. When you looked up, you saw Rooster first and then the others in their khaki uniforms following him into the bar. Your whole face lit up and you had a bubbly feeling in your stomach.

You got out from behind the bar and ran over to them. “You’re back!”, you exclaimed excitedly and hugged Phoenix first. Then you went on to hug everybody and greeted them with a kiss to the cheek, so happy to see them back in this bar, alive and well.

You looked behind them, searching for Jake but nobody was coming in after them. Your heart sank and you felt a twist in your gut. The smile dropped from your face.

“He’s fine. He’s coming over later”, Rooster eased your mind and put his hand on your shoulder for comfort. You wished you weren’t that relieved to hear that because that meant you cared more for Jake Seresin than it was good for you.

“And you’re all fine? Nothing broken, nothing missing?”, you asked them and checked their faces for bruises and their bodies for any missing parts. “We’re all good”, Rooster laughed off your concerns. “But we’re all quite thirsty”, Fanboy stepped forward. “Of course, come with me”, you smiled and motioned them to follow you. Rooster put an arm around your shoulders and you placed your arm around his middle as you walked to the bar circle together.

“First round tonight is on me for our heroes”, you said as they all lined up at the counter and you grabbed bottle after bottle of beer, placing them in front of each one.

It got quite busy quite quickly at the Hard Deck and at the moment, you handled the circle alone. What would have led to a complete meltdown on your part just a few weeks ago, you now handled with some sort of grace and calm. At least you’d liked to think so.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you watched a man in a suit taking a seat at the counter, looking already annoyed. He looked so out of place here that it was almost funny.

"Hey, get me a scotch", he demanded more so than he asked. No please, no smile, whatsoever.

"I'll be right with you", you told him and didn't let his tone get to you. You were in the middle of serving a group of ten and had your hands full.

"How long is this going to take?", he called out in your direction after waiting for just 2 seconds. "Just a second", you said as politely as you could and even shot him a kind smile which was met by furrowed brows and a more than annoyed expression on his face.

"Hey girl, can I get another round for the table?", Rooster appeared at the counter next to you, using the nickname he had heard Phoenix and you use for each other. "Sure, just a moment", you told him, knowing he would have no problem waiting.

"Hey, lady. How much longer for my drink? What kind of service do you offer in this joint?", he asked full on angry.

You looked over at the suit, ready to say something to him, but then you saw his phone laying on the counter and had a better idea.

You looked over at Rooster who had followed your eyes over to that douchebag and then looked at you. You gave him a wink and then walked over to the sign Penny had hung up.

“May I divert your attention here for a moment?”, you asked him and gestured elegantly at the sign like you were the prize lady at a game show.

You gave him a few seconds while his eyes flew over the words carved into the wooden plague before you rang the bell.

A cheer erupted across the bar. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he asked in an intimidated yet aggressive tone. “Means you’re paying a round for the whole place”, Rooster appeared next to the suit. Without a word you handed him a bottle of beer.

“Much appreciated”, he toasted the guy with a smirk. “I’m not paying for shit!”, the guy exclaimed with furrowed brows. You looked over at Rooster with a satisfied grin. You had expected that answer.

“Overboard?”, he asked. “Overboard”, you confirmed with a little nod. “Ah, I always wanted to say that: Hold my beer!”, he exclaimed excitedly and handed you the bottle. Rooster whistled and motioned to the pool table and was quickly joined by Payback and Coyote.

You rang the bell once more and he called out “OVERBOARD!”. The whole room joined in on the chant. The guy’s face changed from rage to honest concern as the three tall men surrounded him. They grabbed his arms and legs and carried him out the back door to the deck and threw him into the sand.

“Come back when you found your manners”, you called after him and laughed as you watched him getting flung off the deck.

When you turned around, you found yourself face to face with Hangman and froze, but only for a second. “Same goes for you”, you told him as the smile dropped from your face, sure that he had just witnessed the moment before.

You looked him up and down, checking for any bruises or injuries but you gladly didn’t find any, just like Rooster had told you earlier.

You thought that him being gone for over a week would ease your mind about the whole situation, assuring yourself that you had found your inner peace with Jake and his stupidity. But no. Right when you saw his face, it all came back to you.

You wanted to walk to the other side of the bar circle but Jake’s hand reached over the counter, grabbing your arm. “Wait, Y/N, can we talk?”, he asked with a hopeful expression on his face. You looked at his hand on your arm and then up to his face. “You’ll be next if you don’t let go”, you said with a nod towards where the suit had landed in the sand. He let go of your arm and held his hands up, showing that he would play along.

"We already talked", you told him and walked half the circle to the other end of the bar. Jake followed you. "We're not done", he told you in return. "Oh, we're so done", you said and Jake heard the double meaning in your words.

“Listen, I’m glad you’re okay, I really am, but turns out, I’m still mad at you”, you told him straight out.

He took a deep breath before he walked around the edge of the counter and behind the bar.

"Y/N, I need you to listen to me", he said and his voice had an urgent undertone.

"Hangman, what have I told you about being behind that bar?", you heard Penny behind you, who had appeared out of nowhere.

"I just need two minutes", Jake told her and the pleading look in his eyes made her tolerate his presence behind the counter. For now. She turned away and took care of the customers waiting for their drinks.

"You got two minutes", you told him as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. He just looked at you, seemingly lost for words all of a sudden.

"119, 118...", you started counting backwards. "Okay, okay", he stopped you by holding his hands up in defense. “I was acting like an idiot”, he said and paused. “I’m not disagreeing”, you told him as he didn’t continue talking right away.

“But so were you”, he said and you looked at him with big eyes at the unexpected words. “Excuse me?”, you asked in disbelief, putting your hands on your hips.

“You said you were over it which was clearly a lie. And then you go on to say that we would just go back to being a bartender and a customer, which is bullshit. We are friends. And as a friend I messed up, I know that. And I will never stop apologizing for it, but…”, he suddenly stopped himself in his tirade.

You just looked at him with big eyes, your heart beating faster with his every word.

“When I was away, I thought about you constantly. And when the mission went well, you were the first person I wanted to call. And I finally realized that I…I, uhm…”, he paused again, seemingly mustering up the courage which was an odd state to see Hangman in.

You just looked at him, holding your breath, not daring to speak.

“Y/N, I want to be more than friends with you”, he finally said and it felt like time stood still for a moment. Your eyes focused in on his and the pleading look that was in them and the hopeful smile on his lips took your breath away.

You wanted to believe him. You wanted it so bad. But with everything that had happened between the two of you and also everything that had happened to you in your past, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Jake”, you said and the almost apologizing tone in your voice made the smile drop from his face.

“You don’t believe me”, he said, a resigned tone in his voice. “I mean, how could I? You kiss me and the next day you act like you don’t even know me? How’s a girl supposed to feel with something like that?”, you told him and hoped that this was explanation enough.

“And my words don’t matter?”, he asked in return. You just looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“Your time is up, Hangman”, Penny called out from the other end and she didn’t know how right she was.

“I’m sorry”, now it was your turn to apologize. It surprised you how much turning him down actually hurt you. It should make you feel better, make you feel somewhat empowered but it didn’t.

You turned around and walked over to a new customer sitting at the counter. “Hi, what can I get…”, you started.

“Hey! Can I have everybody’s attention for a moment?”, you heard Jake behind you, yelling to tune out the chatter and laughter in the bar.

When you turned around, you found him standing on the bar counter. Your eyes got big and a shocked expression washed over your face.

“Hi, I’m Jake. Most of you know me as Hangman”, he began and the people around quieted down bit by bit. Someone even unplugged the jukebox.

“What the hell are you doing?”, you quickly came over and hissed at him, but he ignored you.

“Everybody that knows me knows that I can be a real asshole sometimes”, he continued. “Yeah, no shit”, Rooster called out from the back and some people chuckled.

“Thanks, Rooster”, he nodded in his direction. “But I really messed up this time because I was stupid enough to hurt this beautiful woman right here”, he said and pointed to you by his feet.

Your cheeks turned bright red as you found the whole bar looking at you.

“Jake, get down there. You're embarrassing yourself. But most importantly, me”, you hissed at him, grabbing his ankle. You would have loved nothing more than to just yank him off this bar and end this charade.

“She doesn’t believe me that I actually like her and I can’t blame her for it. But I need her to understand that I really do like her, very much”, he said and looked at you with a hand on his heart when he said it.

Normally, you would have rolled your eyes at a cheesy gesture like that but for the first time ever in your life, a cheesy gesture happened to you. It felt like you had an outer-body experience, watching yourself watching Hangman. This wasn’t actually happening to you, was it?

“And that’s why I’m using this, arguably, very drastic move to officially ask you to please go out on a date with me?”, he asked.

You knew that every single pair of eyes in this room were looking at you right now and you never hated Jake more than this moment. You loathed being the center of attention and for him to put you on blast like that…

But at the same time, you thought about the fact that never in your life had someone done something like that for you.

“Come on, Y/N, say yes”, you heard someone from the back of the room. Probably Coyote. “Say yes”, you heard someone else from the other side. You glared up at Jake, chewing the inside of your cheek. He looked back at you with a hopeful expression.

“Will you finally come down if I say yes?”, you asked loudly so that the people could hear it. “Then, and only then”, he said and a smile played around his lips.

“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you”, you finally agreed. “She said yes!”, he called out with a big smile and the whole place erupted into cheers.

“Good god”, you mumbled under your breath and felt your cheeks burning.

Jake hopped off the counter and stood next to you. Someone plugged the jukebox back in and the room was filled with music again. The chatter started back up and in a matter of seconds the bar was back to its old self.

“You know you’re crazy”, you said. “Crazy about you”, he said and put his hands on your hips, pulling you in a little bit. For some reason, you let him. A flutter moved through your stomach. Your arms automatically flung around his neck.

It felt like your stomach was full of butterflies. What was happening right now? Five minutes ago, you were mad at him and now you’re swooning?

“But you realize how embarrassing that was? For both of us”, you told him off.

“You’ve said you liked gestures”, he countered. You were surprised that he remembered what you had told him when you were trapped here in this bar on that stormy night.

“Small gestures like remembering the flowers I like or how I drink my coffee”, you reminded and lectured him at the same time.

He rolled his eyes at you playfully, looking up at the ceiling for a moment and then back at you.

“How do you like your coffee?”, he asked with a smile. “Nonexistent. I don't drink coffee”, you answered him and patted his chest with your hand before you stepped out of his embrace, attempting to get back to work.

“But you just said...”, he said in disbelief. "It was an example, Jake. Good god! Normally you're a bit quicker than that”, you teased him and couldn’t hold back the chuckle.

He reached out with his hand, hooked two fingers in the hem of your apron that was tied around your waist and pulled you close to him.

“You’re killing me”, he said and a smirk played around his lips. “A girl can try”, you shrugged your shoulders and shot him a wink and a grin before he bent down and kissed you.

The smile was wiped off you face rather quickly. He managed to surprise you one more time tonight.

You heard some cheers in the faint background but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You flung your arms around his neck again, sinking into his embrace. You felt his hands roaming your back and you got on your tiptoes to be even closer to him.

“Alright, alright, enough with the show”, you heard behind you and reluctantly let go of Jake. He smiled at your lips before he let go as well to find Penny standing next to you.

“As lovely as this is, you’re still behind my bar”, she said to Jake. “And you are actually working right now”, she added towards you. The smile on her face took the harshness out of her words.

“Sorry, Penny”, you said and smiled apologetically. She looked at the two of you once more before she got back to the other end of the circle.

“Are you free this Saturday?”, he asked as he walked out behind the counter and leaned against it on the other side, giving you a big smile. You both felt giddy from your kiss.

“I doubt I get a Saturday off. How about a Tuesday-date? Those seem to work for us”, you asked and reminded him of the stormy night after you had met in the diner where you had your date with Joseph. You pulled a beer out of the cooler, opened it and moved it over to Jake.

“Sounds like a plan”, he agreed and grabbed his drink with a wink. Before he was able to walk over to his friends at the pool table, you reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him close to your face.

“Don’t make me regret this, Hangman”, you told him with a low voice and pressed a quick peck to his lips before you shoved him back with a smirk. “Never”, he shook his head with a smile and winked at you again before he walked over to the pool table.

“You can take your 10 if you want”, Penny appeared next to you again. She was really quick on her feet tonight. Or you were just super distracted.

When you looked over to her you saw her gesturing towards Hangman who was talking to Rooster. Right when you looked over, so did he and his face lit up immediately, giving you another wink.

You thought about it for a second then a smile appeared on your face.

“He got his date. He can wait”, you told her and in response, she bumped her hips into yours with a chuckle and attended to some new customers.

You resumed to handing out drinks as well and got about 3 customers done until you suddenly looked up in nervous realization.

You had agreed to go on a date with Jake Hangman Seresin. How the hell did that happen?

a/n: You really thought I would let you guys hanging here? Well, you should know me better by now.

YOU WILL GET THE DATE!

Part 1 - the restaurant

[steddieas-shegoes]

nothing but my jacket on

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'jacket'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated e | 797 words | no cw | tags: modern au, slice of life but make it sexy, consensual somnophilia, frottage

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Eddie hangs his jacket by the door as he quietly locks it behind him.

The house is silent and dark except for the light above the stove.

He rarely has to be gone this late, but when he is, Steve makes sure to leave his dinner in the oven, a light on in the kitchen, and the bedroom door cracked to welcome him home. He isn’t that hungry tonight, the loss against UConn is a hard one to swallow and he barely got over the anxious energy of the locker room before he left.

He decides to shower first, then maybe he’ll be hungry enough to eat.

When he walks into the bedroom, he’s met with a snoring Steve, asleep on his stomach with a pillow squeezed to his chest, hair a mess, and-

Eddie breathes out slowly.

Steve’s wearing Eddie’s custom Bruins jacket from their first year playing.

All the players got one that year. It’s surprisingly soft and comfortable for something that looks like it was meant to be worn for semi-formal events.

It has Munson across the back above the spiked B, and 86 on the sleeves, with a yellow stripe along the bottom hemline. Eddie keeps it in the closet because he doesn’t feel right wearing it when he doesn’t play for the team.

It looks really good on Steve, though.

Even with the drool hanging from his mouth. Maybe even especially because of it.

It’s a reminder that they made it here, through years of separation, through every conflict they had to face individually and together.

Steve wearing his jacket feels like a full circle moment because it is.

Eddie strips down to his boxers and throws on whatever sweatpants are sitting on his side of the bed. He can shower in the morning; He wants to get in bed with his soon-to-be husband and hold him.

He curls around Steve as much as he can, kisses the back of his head, and closes his eyes.

“Hey,” Steve rasps out.

Eddie opens his eyes and smiles as Steve turns in his arms to face him.

“Hey, baby.”

“How was the game?” Steve’s eyes are heavy, but his lips are curled up in a soft smile.

“Not great. Lost 5-2. Got some work to do before we face them again in a couple weeks,” Eddie pecks Steve’s lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Missed you.”

Eddie melts. “Missed you, too. Go to sleep, sweet boy.”

“Mkay,” Steve says as his body relaxes against Eddie’s.

Eddie can feel that Steve’s naked under his jacket, not even wearing underwear. He probably had every intention of fucking Eddie when he got home, but he’s clearly too tired.

His fingers trace the number on the sleeve and Eddie lets his mind wander.

He thinks about Steve riding him while wearing his jacket. He thinks about Eddie being fucked hard, face in the mattress. Steve claiming him while Eddie’s name is on his back. He thinks about pushing Steve against the wall, eating him out until he can’t feel his legs.

His cock is hard, twitching against Steve’s hip. Maybe if Eddie moves a few inches to the side-

“You can,” Steve slurs out.

Eddie’s face turns red.

“‘S why I wore it.”

It would be a waste if Eddie didn’t, right? Steve’s giving him permission. It’s the exact amount of steam he needs to blow off to fall asleep.

He ruts forwards, and the friction of his pants and Steve’s hip against his cock is perfect. He bites back a moan as he picks up the pace, in a rush to get there now that he realizes how much he needs this.

Steve hums, but doesn’t say or do anything to help, already so close to falling asleep again.

Eddie buries his face into Steve’s hair, whimpering into the mess of it, hoping it’ll contain as much of the desperate noise as possible. He’s leaking through his boxers already, close enough that even the tiniest change in pressure will probably send him over the edge.

He reaches his hand down, cups his length through his pants, and squeezes.

He shakes through his release, eyes roving over the visible parts of ‘Munson’ on Steve’s back.

“Love you so much,” Eddie whispers.

There’s no response, but he didn’t expect one. He slides his pants and boxers off with one hand, throws them off the side of the bed to take care of in the morning.

He knows he should get up and shower, or at least wash the drying cum from his pubes before it turns into a disaster.

But the exhaustion that overtook Steve is now sinking into his own bones.

He closes his eyes, breathes in the smell of Steve’s mint shampoo, and drifts to sleep.

[hitomisuzuya]

Happy birthday! Fun fact: here in Brasil there is a festival called "Festival Okinawa" (how creative) and it's usually held in this time of the year. I went there yesterday, it was so fun! And I found a Scara cosplayer there (I almost went as Nahida but in the end, that didn't happened, and I cried after).

But hey, in the festival theme, imagine bf!Wanderer going back to inazuma just because their partner really wanted to go to a festival that was happening at the time, but since his partner wasn't from there (maybe they meet as scholars in the akademia) it would be their first time wearing/ experiencing things from Wanderer's culture (aside from the food, since our boy male wife cooks).

I just think it would flip something in his brain so much! The way reader's body is wrapped in a kimono, the glimer in their eyes when they see something they don't know, how cute they look, just make Wanderer want to tease, love, worship and (most likely) do pervert stuff to them.

Maybe im going to a more scummy Scara way?? But if you could elaborate it more it would be amazing hehe. Again, happy birthday <33

Wanderer x fem! Smut. Semi public filth. Fingering. Cunilligus. Some fluff. Tagged as Scummy Scara.

That festival sounds so fun! I would love to go myself one day. I had fun writing this cause I have never been to a festival either. And oh hell yes, he definitely cooks. Gotta one up his mama after all and be good at something she isn't😌

"Don't laugh, okay?" You said, peeking out from around the bathroom door. You peered at Wanderer shyly, making him scoff impatiently as he crossed his arms. You sighed and opened the bathroom door, revealing yourself wrapped in an elegant kimono.

Wanderer's eyes shamelessly racked up and down your body. It hugged you all of the right places. He made a turning motion with his finger. "Well, does it look okay?" You asked, turning in a circle for him.

"It would look even better off of you," He teased, which made you hide your face in your hands. You were always so cute when you were shy. He couldn't help it. Both of you knew the kimono was coming off of you later. You just hoped he didn't tear it.

"I'm ready to go when you are," The look in your eyes when you looked up at him was one of shy excitement. Wanderer was taking you to a festival being held in Chinju Forest.

It was the first time you had ever been to something like this. The sights, the culture, the food, all of it would be completely new to you. And he would never admit it either, but he was excited to go the festival as well.

While you took in everything around you, Wanderer took you in. The way your eyes seemed to sparkle when you learned about something you weren't familiar with. The way a blush coated your cheeks when you tried food that you thought tasted good.

The way your hand would squeeze his when you walked through a large crowd of people, like you clinging to him, fearing you would get separated from him.

Your eyes seemed to shine when you looked up at him. "Do you think they have a stall with goldfish scooping in it?" You asked, looking hopeful as you carefully looked at the stalls you were passing.

You even looked delicate as she trotted up to the stall Wanderer pointed out to you. So fragile. Every moment with you was breathtaking.

Your naive innocence made him want to fuck you full of his cum, whispering sweet praises in your ear about how a fragile, delicate little thing like you needed to be fucked dumb on his cock.

Wanderer stood behind you with his hands on your hips, looking down at the fish with you. His cheeks flushed hearing the way you cooed to them about how cute you thought they all were.

"Look, Scara. There is one that matches the color of your eyes," You said, pointing at an indigo colored goldfish.

Wanderer scoffed, massaging his fingers teasingly into your hips just to fluster you. You were always so sensitive to his touches. "Concentrate or he is going to get away from you," He purred in your ear, trying to distract you.

"Scara, you are messing me up," You protested, making him chuckle softly in your ear. "Oh no," The goldfish suddenly flopped up out of the net.

Wanderer took the net and the scoop from your hands, catching the fish in the bag before it could flop back into the bowl. The fish had dizzy swirls in his eyes when he handed you the bag.

Your eyes lit up.

A goldfish had yet to get the best of him.

"Wow, that was amazing, Scara," You said, looking up at him with utter adoration. He smirked. Oh please go on, he knew how great he was.

"Ha, as if I couldn't do something as simple as this," Wanderer scoffed, paying the vender at the stall for the goldfish. He rolled his eyes when you said you were going to name the fish Mr. Bubbles.

You were being too adorable for your own good.

Perhaps the best part of the festival for him was the way your eyes lit up when you watched fireworks flash and burst in the sky. You marvelled at them, saying they were like flowers blooming to life in the sky.

Well, that was one of the best parts of the festival for him, anyways.

The very best part for Wanderer was when he pulled you into an abandoned house near the forest with the fireworks still going off in the sky.

Your kimono has fallen off of one shoulder as he pinned you against the wall, his hands groping all over your body. He rumpled the kimono up your hips, his fingers pushing your panties aside after it travelled down between your legs.

"Mm, ah, Scara," You moaned, rolling your hips up into his fingers, beckoning him to push them inside of you. Even your face as you melted in pleasure against the wall was a sight to behold for him.

He fucked his fingers inside of you until your cunt was clenching around them, your slick coating his fingers and his wrist. You whimpered in protest when he withdrew his fingers, "Scara, I was about to cum."

"What a wet little slut you are," He purred, shoving his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. "And so whiney."

Wanderer pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching transfixed at the way drool pooled from the corners of your mouth. You moaned happily as you sucked on his fingers.

Wanderer's hands slid down your body as he dropped to his knees. He pushed your kimono further up your thighs, peeling your drenched panties off.

You gasped in pleasure feeling his tongue flick out across your clit. He seemed instantly drunk on how your tastes, his tongue lapping greedily on your cunt.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your loud moans. Wanderer smoothed his hands on your thighs, smirking at how cute you looked trying to hold yourself back from crying out as loudly as you could for him.

"I'd better be able to hear you over the fireworks," He growled, vibrating it against your clit. Your hand dropped from your mouth, finding the back of his head to press his face deeper into your cunt.

Your eyes were glazed over in a haze of fucked out adoration by the time he made you squirt on his tongue. He happily slurped and lapped up anything you had to offer him.

The things he was going to do you when he got you back home. Your cunt wasn't going to be able to hold all of his cum.

After all, an innocent thing like you deserved to worshipped and filled full.

[oneshotnewbie]

Hey! Hope you're okay! I wonder if you could do an addison montgomery x reader where she finds out you self harm? And maybe even a Rafa Barba/Alex Cabot one? Don't worry if it's too triggering. Keep being amazing ❤️

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of self harm. The plot is presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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The sun was slowly dipping towards the horizon as Addison made her way to your house. She had not seen her best friend in a week, and that made her spontaneously stop by to check on you, her concern growing with each passing day without contact. The redhead knew you had been under a lot of stress lately, often withdrawn and thoughtful and she just wanted to make sure you were okay.

When she reached your well-kept house, she rang the doorbell and waited patiently. But even after the second ring and subsequent knock, she did not hear any footsteps or a key being inserted into the lock to open the door. It was quiet. Too quiet for her liking.

A little uneasy, she stumbled down the terrace and shuffled around the house, hoping that she would find you there. When the certified gynecologist entered your garden and walked towards the terrace, she could already see you from afar. You sat on one of the lawn chairs, staring at the ground.

Your hair, which had once been so soft and shiny, seemed dull and unkempt. They lay disheveled on your head like a bird's nest. She could clearly see that you did not look well - your eyes were puffy, with deep circles under your eyes while your skin had taken on a pale tone. You seemed absent, not even noticing her, your vision was clouded and your eyes had a shadow that the redhead had never seen in you before.

“Y/n?” Addison called out quietly so as not to scare you. Still, you jumped and turned your head to look at her, nervously tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. Your eyes seemed empty but you still tried to force a smile at her. "Addy. What are you doing here?"

Addison Montgomery walked closer to you, sat down on one of the comfortable lawn chairs and placed her bag in her lap. "I am worried about you, sweetie. You do not look well. How are you?" she asked carefully, reaching out her hand. She carefully took your cold fingers and intertwined them with hers, the redheads thumbs twirling tender circles over the pale skin.

The gynecologist felt her heart beat faster as she looked at you and was met with total physical coldness. You sighed deeply and looked past her into the distance to avoid her gaze. She noticed that you were acting strangely, you were usually like an open book to her, but now you seemed to be hiding something. "I am fine."

With a short tug, you pulled your hand away from her and for a brief moment your sleeve, which you had previously placed above your upper knuckles, slipped up. Fine red lines decorated your wrist and Addison swallowed hard. Her heart sank when she realized what was going on and how bad you were feeling. Some of them were still quite fresh while others had already turned a purple color and were trying to close up in order to heal.

With shaking hands, she grasped your hand again, pulled it towards her and stared at it for a moment before gently pulling the material up and seeing the full extent of your feelings. She stared at you, stunned. She could not believe what she was seeing. "Oh darling.. You could have spoken to me. I am here to listen to you and help you when you need me."

You finally let the tears you had held back for weeks flow and let out all the emotions you had suppressed for so long. "Your job is so stressful and your relationship with Derek is at a dead end. I did not want to be an unnecessary burden on you." you whispered and Addison immediately jumped up from her seat and hugged you tightly as she rocked you back and forth.

"I am here for you. We will get through this together," she whispered soothingly and you sniffled loudly, trying to calm yourself down. She sensed the eerie tension in the air, but still encouraged you to continue. You hesitated for a moment before you continued speaking with a hiccup between each word, all your worries and fears flowing out of your system. "I feel like I have lost myself."

Addy smiled softly and stroked your hair lightly, listening to you carefully and reassuring you that she would stand by you. She struggled for the right words when she saw how fragile and vulnerable you seemed and was afraid of saying the wrong thing. "You are not lost. You just went astray and we will find the right path again. We will find a way to deal with this."

You nodded, your tears not stopping falling. You sat in silence on the terrace for a while, holding each other in your arms and feeling your friendship grow even stronger. The evening sun bathed the place in warm light and painted a sad picture on the white wall of the house. "Thank you, Addy."

Addison knew it would be a long journey to bring you out of your darkness, but she was determined to be there for you and support you through this difficult time. She had discovered that her best friend had been in a moment of despair, and she knew that together you could overcome any challenge because your friendship was strong enough to overcome anything while finding your way back to the light together.

This was just the beginning of a long and painful process, but together you were able to overcome it. Albeit with a lot of time.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

short prompt of smth around the love language of sharing food! either comfort thru good food or noticing each other's fave food or sharing a food from their culture etc etc

"Babe. Babe. Babe."

Stede sighed, looking up from picking at his mushroom stroganoff to glare at his beautiful, perfect boyfriend. "What."

Ed's smile was sympathetic as he laid down his fork, his own mushroom wellington mostly-eaten on his plate. "You know you don't have to eat it, right?"

"Well -"

"Stede, love, sweet, my perfect light of sunshine," Ed interrupted, grinning when that got him a small smile, "I just have a question for you. A tiny question."

"Mhm. Shoot."

Ed reached a hand across the table, smiling when Stede's fingers immediately laced easily with his. "Why did you tell me you like mushrooms when you very, very obviously don't?"

Stede chewed on his bottom lip, looking back down at what really did look like a perfectly-executed mushroom stroganoff. "You tried so hard," he said, quietly, after a moment.

"I could've made you something else -"

"But I need to be supportive," Stede practically wailed, and Ed's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Alright, hug time," Ed declared, standing up and unceremoniously pulling Stede to his feet for a proper hug.

Stede sighed deeply, hands coming up to lightly circle Ed's back, sighing into his shoulder. He'd been the one to encourage Ed to quit the modeling job he hated and go to culinary school, and the last thing he wanted was to fuck up Ed's confidence by not liking a dish!

"Hey, Ed?" Stede said softly. "I don't really like mushrooms."

"I could tell, yeah." Ed pressed a kiss to Stede's forehead, rocking him gently from side to side.

"It's the texture," Stede said, leaning back so he could stick his tongue out to make Ed laugh. "They're just so chewy and slimy and - ugh!"

"Alright, point taken," Ed said, with a good-natured laugh.

"I mean," Stede hastily corrected, "yours were on...the better end of that spectrum."

"I'm sure they were, babe." Ed gave Stede a cheeky pat on the ass, then pulled back to take his hand to lead him into the kitchen. "Wanna know the best thing about making stroganoff? You always end up with so many extra noodles."

Stede still felt a bit guilty, as Ed got the leftover egg noodles from the stroganoff back onto the stove, tossing them with some butter and adding melty cheese, not even having to ask to know what Stede would like best.

"See, there we go," Ed laughed when he got Stede seated at the table again and he promptly started shoveling noodles into his face. "That's how I know I've succeeded."

Oh, fuck, the guilt was back.

"Ed," Stede said, forcing down a huge swallow of noodle, "I'm really so, so sorry -"

"Nothing to apologize for," Ed said, giving Stede's arm a gentle squeeze. "You're not gonna like everything I cook -"

"Well, I should!"

"Oh, Stede," Ed sighed. "What's your favorite food in the world?"

"Shrimp," Stede said immediately. "Fried shrimp. Can't resist -"

"Can't resist your shrimpies, yeah," Ed said. "And we can't even keep them in our house."

"Well, you keep Kosher, we can't contaminate all the cookware," Stede winced. "It's not the same, you've got a reason, I'm just being picky -"

"Not the point, babe," Ed said gently. "The point is...we make allowances for each other, I guess. And you're not just being picky, you've got a reason, too. Not liking them counts as a reason. It's fine, but I wish you'd have just told me you wouldn't like the mushrooms."

And before Stede could even apologize -

"No apologies necessary," Ed said firmly, squeezing his hand. "We take care of each other."

And wasn't that a delight? There, in their kitchen, with his belly full of warm food and Ed smiling next to him...Stede had never felt more at home.

[saruman-the-silly]

Alrighty, so I'd like to request some comfort hcs w the papas (or just Copia if you're not feeling like doing all of them !!) also it gets quite personal, so slight content warning for burn out and imposter syndrome

I've been really stressed out lately, as I'm pursuing very demanding studies (preparatory class yay) and they're starting to take a toll on my physical and mental health. And to top it off, I find myself unable to get anything done bc of failure anxiety, which leaves me very tired with intense imposter syndrome :') How would the papas comfort a gn or fem s/o in a similar situation?

Take the time you need, and have a good day/night !! <3

aw hey I'm sorry to hear that!! but I know you're gonna get through this, and hopefully these headcanons might help a little :) this took a little longer than I liked, but I hope you like it and hope this will bring some comfort for you <333 sending much love and encouragement!!

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How Papas would comfort their s/o during their studies

Primo:

A sweetheart, as I have mentioned in previous headcanons, he would be knocking on your door with a cup of warm tea.

Primo sees the dark circles under your eyes, sighs, and wraps you in a warm hug which you just melt in.

"Amore, how I wish you could just relax for a moment, this stress is not good for you."

You mumbled something about being a failure and Primo lifted your head gently with his hand, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Never talk about yourself that way amore. You are already working so hard towards your goals and dreams, you could never be a failure. Not to me."

Primo would then absolutely spend the rest of the evening making sure you were relaxing, even for a little while. He would read to you if it helped you calm down, he would light up some scented candles and give you a massage for your sore shoulders.

You, being so tired and stressed out, would soon fall into a deep sleep in Primo's arms, for once feeling safe and secure.

Secondo:

Secondo sees your distress but does not know how to address it. With you stubbornly insisting that you're fine, he doesn't want to cross any boundaries.

Instead, he starts leaving little notes and tiny gifts for you, like a cup of coffee beside your bed when you wake up. The coffee was made precisely to your taste, and it was sinfully good.

Even with these tiny gestures, Secondo can still see the way you carry yourself is less and less confident every day. So, he decides to address the elephant in the room.

He sits you down one day, asking about your studies and how are you doing. You insist once again that, you're fine, there's nothing to worry abo- Secondo takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze, looking at you with understanding in his eyes and you break down.

You spill everything out, and he just listens. He doesn't comment, he doesn't offer advice, he just sits there, holds you hands soothingly and listens. After you're done venting, Secondo presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and tells you: "Amore. You are the most intelligent person I have ever gotten the pleasure to know, but even I know that you need rest now."

You try to protest, he doesn't care lmao. Secondo makes you your favourite meal (You hadn't even realised how hungry you were) and you watch some trashy soap operas together for the rest of the evening.

Terzo:

Terzo notices right away and tries to gently ask you what's wrong.

Remember, he loves you. So much. But he does not know how too approach this subject so he will keep pestering you about it and you argue, insisting you're fine.

It turns into a full on argument, since both of you are too stubborn to accept defeat, until he accidentally hits a sore spot and you just snap. Everything spills out and you just start sobbing on the floor.

Terzo hates himself right now. He's beating himself up mentally so bad for hurting you when you're clearly in distress, and he gets down on the floor beside you, hugging you and comforting you.

After you have calmed down, Terzo apologizes profusely, you shush him and tell him it's fine but he insists.

"Amore. Amore mio. I am not good with this but let me lend you my ears and my full attention. If I can help in any way, I am here for you." So, you just sit there talking for the next 2 hours. Terzo rubs your back comfortingly and whispers words of encouragement when finding words seems to be hard.

Remember, he loves you so much. Terzo's not a serious guy, he isn't good at this, but for you? He's willing to do anything.

Copia:

Copia doesn't notice until someone points it out. Lol. Poor man is just so overwhelmed with his own work, as usual´.

When he does notice, Copia abandons all of his work. Immediately. You and your well-being are his top priority.

He will gently approach you one day, seeing you drowning in your studies.

"Amore, please, take a break and come drink some tea with me." You smile at him, eyes tired but shake your head. "Thank you darling but I have to finis-" Copia wraps you in a warm hug from behind, putting his head on your shoulder.

"Please?" He whispers into your ear, making you shiver. You smile and sigh, while poking his side. "Fine, just for a few minutes." Little do you know, it was more than a few minutes.

Copia is excellent at distracting you from your studies. He lets you play with his rats, showing you all the tricks they know and letting you teach them some. You laugh and smile until your cheeks start to hurt, and Copia feels his heart getting lighter with your smile.

When it's later in the evening and you're laying in his arms, he gently asks about your studies. Feeling more open and relaxed, you open up about your stress, and like his brothers, Copia is an excellent listener. He listens, and is there for you.

After you have opened up, he kisses your forehead gently before wrapping you in a tight embrace. "Thank you for telling me this, I promise to help you in any way I can."

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Here it iiiiiiiiiiiiiis finally :DD I really hope these will bring some comfort during tough times, and hope you enjoy <3

[t3mpest98]

It was rare that Riyo ever saw Thire truly relaxed.

Things were starting to pick up on Coruscant again, the destruction of war leaving a bad taste in everyone’s mouth and the increasing pressure from all sides made it hard for any of them to relax. So, when the opportunity came for Thire to be free to come to her office, Riyo treasured every second.

“And then Grizzer barreled straight into Fox and made him spill caf all over himself. Right in the middle of his call with Breha,” Thire said with a grin, his head resting on her lap as he looked up at her. He was laying down with his back against the cushions, his armor stacked neatly next to the couch. “You should’ve seen the look on Fox’s face. I thought Hound was going to be a goner.”

Riyo laughed softly along with Thire while she read through the votes being presented the next day. If this list had any say, tomorrow was looking to be full all the way down to the last second.

“I swear, somehow each of these meetings are going to last at least an hour past the ending time. No one can swallow their pride for long enough to actually decide anything,” she lamented while leaning her head back. She had hoped it would be at least a little better than today, but that was seeming less likely by the minute. At least she wasn’t the only one who thought so.

“Hey,” Thire replied with a gentle tone. “You’ve got this. You’re just so smart you’re running circles around them.” She glanced at him with a slight blush dusting her cheeks, then she leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Thank you, Thire.”

The smile he gave in return said more than enough. They fell into a comfortable silence, Riyo playing with Thire’s hair while filling out forms on her datapad. At some point he shifted, laying on his side to face her while he kept his head on her lap. His breath steadily slowed as time passed; Riyo realized he must have fallen asleep shortly after.

Looking down again, she saw a kind of peace on his face that only the soft embrace of sleep could bring. More pictures were added to the seemingly endless stream of photos she had of him.

He had been asleep for almost twenty minutes now, one of his arms lazily hugging his middle. His other hand rested closer to his face. Soon she would have to wake him, he had his own responsibilities to get to after all. Right now though, she just wanted to enjoy seeing him in such a peaceful state.

The sunlight pouring in from her windows cast a warm glow in the room and the only sound filling the air was their breathing. She felt as if her heart might burst from the she’s amount of joy it gave her.

A low ding from her datapad made his face scrunch up. An adorable expression, but Riyo was quick to silence the sound to keep it from disturbing him further. She put the datapad aside on the arm rest for a moment while increasing her focus on Thire.

She gently increased the pressure of her fingers carding through his curly hair, the peaceful bliss of sleep returning back to his face not long after. Good. He needed this.

She carefully twirled a lock of his hair with her finger while she watched him sleep on. The small smile that stretched across his face as she did so made her heart flutter. She let herself dream a little while of days where they weren’t pressed for time, where she could see Thire rest more often without interruption. A time where she wasn’t afraid for him every day.

He deserved every good thing in the galaxy and more. She was going to do her best to make sure he got that. She would fight and push until he had the same rights to exist just as everyone else here did.

The sight of another message appearing on her datapad made her look away. It was from Senator Deechi, who seemed to be trying to persuade Riyo to support their faction. Again. She wasn’t sure how many times she would have to tell him she had no interest in being bribed into believing something. Especially when it came at the cost of more lives.

She ignored it as she began scanning the schedule her aids had given her again. If the next day would be challenging, then she could at least try to prepare.

Thire regained her attention by curling his body closer to her and the couch. She looked from her datapad then back to him before placing the small object on the caf table with a smile.

The world could wait ten more minutes.

[gavisuntiedboot]

calling gavi pretty 🤭 i feel like he'd deny it but his entire face would go red

beautiful pretty boy 🥰

A/N: giving myself exactly 13 minutes to write this before I continue my school work.

TW: Depression

"Hey princesa what do you- you're still in bed?"

You rolled over on your side to face Pablo, who stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom. Your (his) sweatshirt was sticking to your frame from the heat of the room under the duvet, warmed by the light that had been drifting through the windows. Your eye bags deep, you pressed the button on your phone to lock it and give him your full attention. Arms crossed, Pablo looked at you with concern.

"It's 4pm. Why haven't you gotten up yet?" He asked, tone free of judgment but full of confusion. This was the third day in a row that Pablo had come home from training to find you still asleep, staying in bed until the late afternoon. You only got up for dinner, moving with him to the couch to eat and curl into his side while staring idly at the TV. When he woke for training at 6am, he often caught you frantically hiding your phone, feigning sleep. The worry had begun to eat him up. He just wanted you to be okay.

"I ... I just can't bring myself to get out of bed, Pablo. I don't know what's wrong with me. Well I do - I'm depressed - I just don't know how to fix it."

When your eyes met Pablo, his heart was ready to burst. Your eyes conveyed something far past sadness: a deep emptiness that was consuming your very being. He stripped off his sweatshirt and got into bed beside you, raising one arm so that you could cuddle against his side. You pressed yourself into him, hiding your face in his shoulder, and the two of you just breathed each other in. He kissed the top of your forehead, rubbing your back to comfort you.

"You've been working really hard these past two weeks. The coaches told us that sometimes, when you push yourself too far past your limit, you need longer to recover. And it can make you feel really awful because usual it doesn't take this long."

You looked up at Pablo, taking in his sudden burst of wisdom. Your arms still circled around him, taking in his warm energy and positive spirit, using his bright, vibrant aura to reignite your own.

"I know they were talking about physical injury, but this is similar enough, isn't it? It's like a mental injury. You just need to give yourself time to heal, mi amor. And I'll be here with you the whole time."

You cupped Gavi's face in your hands, brushing your fingers over the curves of his cheeks and his lips. You pulled him in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away, you kept your hands on his face as he leaned against them, just enjoying your touch.

"You're so pretty, Pablo."

The whisper had Gavi turn is gaze away from your hands and back to you, and you felt his skin heating beneath your palms from embarrassment.

"I- thank you, amor. We weren't talking about me, though." He said, unsure how else to reply. He had been called a lot of things, with people online constantly mentioning his looks. It was different to hear it from you, though.

"Not just your face, Pablo. Like yes, of course you have the prettiest face God ever gave a man. I love your face. But your soul, Pablo - your soul is beautiful. You're so pretty inside and out."

After a moment of shock, Gavi grabbed your lips, pulling you into a long and tender kiss, before burying himself in your shoulder. It was the only way he could hide how flustered he was, cheeks absolutely ablaze. He was always unsure of his place with you. He knew you loved him, but something always gnawed at the back of his mind that maybe he was making these depressive spells worse. All of that dissipated as he replayed your words over and over in his head. As you moved to pull away, he hugged you tighter, keeping you pressed against him.

"Could you... could you say it again?" He whispered, forcing himself to choke out the words despite how embarrassed he felt.

"You're so, so pretty Pablo. I love you."

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A/N: time is up. Back to work. Hope you enjoyed this extremely short work lol

Update: I posted this the firs time completely ignoring the prompt so if you read it before i fixed it, no you didn't

[hotchs-bitch]

Okay you said anything fluffy or angsty so I will deliver!

Reader saving someone's life on a case but ignored protocol and direct orders in the field in the process and she has to have a meeting with Strauss and Hotch. Hotch is being more understanding compared to Strauss but Strauss is being very bitchy and unfair so reader gets into a huge argument with Strauss (nearly a full on fight but Hotch doesn't let it get that far and acts sort of as a mediator for them) after the meeting Hotch can obviously see reader is very upset and angry (like she's about to hit someone or something) but he calms her down and hugs her and just some fluffy stuff <33

Bonus points if Hotch has to physically stop/block reader from getting up in Erin's face because he's afraid she'll actually hit Erin lmfao.

I love love love this <33

“What were you thinking?” Hotch asks.

“Well, I wasn’t thinking tha-”

“That’s right,” Strauss cuts you off, rage boiling below the surface of her words. “That’s exactly right. You weren’t thinking. You were insubordinate.”

“I was going to say,” you snap, and Hotch grimaces, “that I didn’t think I was going to get a new asshole ripped because I saved a kid.”

Strauss sets down her pen, eyeing you over the top of her glasses. “Agent, I think you need to understand how the chain of command works around here. The bottom line is that you obeyed a direct order from your commander.”

“The bottom line is that nobody else died!” You argue.

“Alright, okay,” Hotch cuts in. “Agent, you know that your actions were unprofessional. We just need to discuss what can be done in similar circumstances in the future.”

You and Strauss turn to him at the same time, speaking over one another.

“I wouldn’t change a thing!”

“You’re letting her on the field after this?”

Your chair scrapes the floor of Hotch’s office as you stand up. “You want me off the field? You can’t be serious!”

“I certainly can be.” Strauss looks up at you without an ounce of fear on her face. “If I had my way, you’d be on your way out of the FBI and packing your desk right now.”

Hotch can hardly move fast enough to block you with one arm as you lurch forward, as though you’re ready to push the older woman off her chair. “That’s enough!” He raises his voice, and you both go quiet. “Okay. We aren’t getting anywhere like this. Agent, take a seat. Erin, let me handle this. You and I can discuss it later.”

Strauss shakes her head almost imperceptibly, but stands up. “You need to handle this,” she warns Hotch, who gives her a sharp nod in turn. “Do not make me regret letting you vouch for her, Aaron.”

The warning isn’t necessary. “I understand, ma’am.”

As she starts towards the office door, you sit back down and Hotch resumes speaking. “I don’t have to tell you that what you did was stupid. It was reckless. You got lucky, and there was a good chance that you could have hurt exactly as many people as you saved; yourself included.”

“You, too?” Tears of anger are stinging at your eyes, and you wipe them away furiously before they have a chance to fall. The door clicks shut behind Strauss, but you hardly register it. “She could have died, and I stopped that from happening.”

“I know,” Hotch murmurs, and his voice is suddenly a lot calmer than it was just moments ago when Strauss was in earshot. “I know. But we had a plan. And more importantly, you could have been hurt.”

“But I didn’t. And she didn’t. Everyone’s fine,” you protest.

“I know,” he repeats. “I know. But you got lucky. You got… very lucky. You can’t risk it like that again, do you understand me?”

You nod your head and stand back up, turning away from his desk. Tears are still threatening to spill over, and you press the heel of your hands into your eyes until your head starts to spin. “I know.”

“Good. Listen, hey,” Hotch stands up as well, circling the desk to stand in front of you. “Hey. Let me handle Strauss. I’m just glad you’re alright, that’s all. If you had gotten hurt out there…” he inhaled deeply, willing away the images that flash across his mind of just how badly your judgement call could have gone.

He watches while you nod again, and this time when you lurch forward you wrap both arms around his midsection as you start to cry.

It’s a surprising reaction, but he recalls being a wreck like this after tough cases as a new agent, so he takes it in stride. One arm wraps around your lower back and the other strokes your hair, rubbing circles while you sob into his suit jacket. “We just don’t want you getting hurt,” he whispers, unsure if you can hear him. “That’s all. Your safety is the most important thing, at all times.”

You hiccup against him and then pull away slightly, wiping at your eyes. “I’m sorry,” you croak, and Hotch shakes his head.

“There’s no need to be,” he promises. “Just don’t try to get lucky like that again. Please.”

[fictionfromthevoid]

Saving Anakin Skywalker one-shots --Mortis

Summary: You bring Anakin back to the light after he has turned to the dark side on Mortis because of the son

Premise: You and Anakin are bestfriends (see headcanons)

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"Hey, are you doing lava sauna Anakin? I didn't know this was a wellness trip" You called out from a stone column of the well of the dark side to which the son had brought Anakin. He looked up at you shocked at the casualness of your words. Didn't you know what was going on? Were you still his friend? Surely not! You wouldn't understand! No one will understand what he is now. Even he doesn't. All he understands is that this is what he needs to be to save everyone.

You chuckled at your own joke and jumped down into the pit, landing softly with the help of the force. Anakin turned around to face you, still staring at you bewildered. 'It is really hot down here!' you exclaimed 'How are you not melting?' you laughed. Your lightheartedness only added to his pain. He didn't feel like laughing at all but you also hadn't given him any reason to distrust you. You were acting as usual. But can't you see that nothing is as usual? Can't you understand how serious the situation is? Can't you feel the darkness inside him? Or can feel it? Is it possible, that you are here, happy and cheerful as ever, despite what he is now? You felt the conflict raging inside him through the force. All the fear, pain anger and love swirled together into a violent storm clouding his mind and heart. However, you were not going to scold him for falling to the dark side, you weren't going to demand from him to turn back. You knew what he needed most was a friend to help him see clearly again and therefore you were determined to keep his trust. 'Hello, Anakin, are you there?' you laughingly asked your friend. He just managed to answer with a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh while he continued to stare at you. Frozen and unsure what to do.

You made sure to present yourself as cheerful and bubbly as possible because you guessed, that would throw him off most at the moment. You cupped his face with one hand and examined it. The huge dark circles under his eyes added to his aura of darkness perceivable through the force. 'The son has given you some nice yellow eyes' you remarked 'but don't you think Padme will miss your pretty blue ones?' This was too much for him, the mention of Padme, your gentle touch and your loving smile finally sent him over the edge. His eyes teared up and his lower lip started to quiver. The mask of anger vanished as the darkness was not enough to hold his broken soul together. You pull him into a tight hug. His legs gave out under him and you both sank to the floor, Anakin sobbing into your shoulder. You held him a little tighter and rested your cheek on top of his head as he clawed into the back of your ropes desperate to hold onto something for support. 'It's alright Anakin. I'm here for you. I'll always be here.' He buried his head deeper into your shoulder as he continued to sob uncontrollably. Now that you had broken through his walls you could feel the full weight of his pain through the force. His emotions were crashing down on you in waves, swirling around you begging for entrance into your heart. You let them pass through you, let yourself feel Anakins pain, his fear, his helplessness. You observed the emotions raging in your body, mingling with your own feelings, passing through between Anakin and you. While you allowed them into your heart, you didn't let them influence you, you kept them from your mind, allowing you to experience his emotions without your judgement being affected. This is the empathy the Jedi teach.

When Anakin's sobs had turned into quiet sniffels you pulled back from the hug and cupped his face with your hands again. With a loving smile, you wiped away his tears. 'Can you show me what he has told you?' you asked looking into his still yellow eyes. He nodded. You let go of his face and took his hands instead as you both sat on your knees opposite each other and closed your eyes. Through the force, he shared his memories. You saw all that the son had shown him, saw how he murdered the younglings, how he strangled Padme, and how the Jedi died. A new wave of fear and pain crashed down on you as Anakin squeezed your hands tighter. You let it pass through you while your thumbs began rubbing circles on the backs of his hands. You tried to share some of your calm and warmth through the force and thought you could feel his grip loosening.

When you had seen all of it both of you opened your eyes again. As you looked at him you could see the wet paths streams of tears had left behind glistering on his face in the warm glow of the lava. Anakin looked at you with an expression of tired helplessness and despair that shattered your heart in an instant.

'Anakin' you began softly ' what he has shown you isn't real. He is the personification of the dark side. He would have shown you anything if it meant you would turn to the dark side.' 'No, you don't understand!' he whined ' I will do all these things! I could feel that it was real! I can't let that happen! Please, I need your help! Obi-Wan won't understand what I am now but that is the only way I can save everyone. The Jedi are an obstacle if we want to end the war. But with the power of the son, I can do that. Please tell me you will stay by my side.' He was near tears again. As you looked at him in this moment all you saw was the scared little boy you met all those years ago at the temple. ' I'll stay. I'll stay.' you reassured him as you pulled him into another hug. This calmed him down a little. He breathed in your warmth as he let himself rest in your arms for a second.

' Ok.' you tried again 'Let's say that at the moment the son showed you the visions, that was your future. But by showing you he has changed this future himself. Now you know and you obviously won't do this now, even though I find it hard to imagine that you would do something like this in the first place.' you rubbed his back in soft circles ' What you are scared about is turning to the dark side in the future right?' He nodded into your shoulder. 'Don't think it rather stupid to turn to the dark side now to prevent that?' you laughed. He was quiet. You could feel the fog in his mind that the dark side caused lifting a bit. 'You say you can end the war with the help of the son, but at what cost? Killing the Jedi? The separatists? The republic? Isn't that the very thing you saw in those visions? Anakin, he is tricking you. He doesn't care about you or the war. He wants to use you for his own goals.' You gave him some time to consider what he had said.

While you sat there, hugging, you could feel the battle of light and darkness inside your friend. The fear of what the son had shown him fighting his trust in you and the obvious logic of your reasoning. 'But what if you're wrong?' He finally asked pulling away from the hug and looking at you. With a smile, you acknowledged that the yellow in his eyes was barely visible anymore and instead was fading more and more into the former icy blue. 'What if all I saw will happen regardless and I can't prevent it?' 'Then I will.' you stated. 'Anakin, I promise you that I will never let you fall to the dark side. I promise to never let you do such terrible things. If necessary I will protect you from yourself. No matter how yellow your eyes are, I will always be there to turn them back to blue.' 'Thank you'

With that, you were looking into a pair of blue eyes again. Together you ascended out of the well where you met up with Obi-Wan and returned to your ship Later when you were back at the ship Anakin asked you why you were going into the well alone and didn't take Obi-Wan with you. 'I could feel your corruption of the dark side and I know that you and Obi-Wan tend to push each other's buttons. Obi-Wan will deny it but he wouldn't have been able to keep his calm so I knew that if we wanted a chance to win you back I would have to go alone.' Anakin nodded. He understood what you meant about him and Obi-Wan. And he wondered what would have happened to him if you hadn't been there. A thought that genuinely scared him. When you finally left Mortis the feelings you experienced in the well of the dark-side still haunted you and Anakin even though no matter how hard you tried none of you could remember what the son had shown Anakin. Nonetheless he still clearly remembered the promise you had given him. He was now more confident than ever that he could rely on you no matter what.

[thatsneakymedic]

October Writing Challenge Day 3 Jester

It was always easy for Kabuto to infiltrate groups and teams of all sorts. Since the one thing that they all have in common and it's the surest way for him to lower their guard.

All he had to do is smile cutely, crack a few very clever jokes, and then act only a slightly bit clumsy and forgetful and in a click. He would win them over. Even if they had no respect for him in the end.

"Hey guys! Wait for me!" He yelled out as he lagged behind the group that he infiltrated as he carried their heavy bags and luggage for them. Of course, he had rummaged through it without them knowing anything about it. It was

But it wasn't what they had in their bags is what he was after. Nor their bodies either.

"Ha! Look at this loser! What kind of a shinobi are you if you're this slow? Get a move on, we're almost there!" The "leader" of the group named Osamu mocked and laughed at him along with the other two idiots who were merely following his example and they snickered and snorted along with him.

Yes, unfortunately. Kabuto's disguise is that of a too generous and gullible rookie who's too eager to get the attention of his "senpais" and he has been doing whatever orders they demanded of him. While his eager and bright eyes are seen from the outside, on the inside. His teeth clenched, his eyes felt like they could "turn red" at any moment, and his fingers and palms are itchy and ready to hurt his acquaintances. He knew that all he needed to do was to hold on a little longer till they make it to the rendezvous location and he'll signal his fellow spies to attack should the situation demands it.

His chest hurt, his arms hurt, his shoes have been torn from the weight, his face flushed and covered in sweat, and his clothes were dirty as well. Thankfully he had eaten a food pill before all of this since the trio refused to give him food or water till they made it to the area. Apparently as some sort of "training" when Kabuto knew full well that they were merely bullying and being cruel for no reason. Even though such practices weren't uncommon in the Oto village, in this case. Kabuto intends to not allow such personal injustices go unpunished, especially by these low ranked losers.

As if the Gods have granted his wish, he was finally granted mercy as the men finally shouted. "We're here! This is the site where the rumored ancient medicinal plants that can be found nowhere else in the world! I knew that my grandparent's treasure map was right all along!"

"We're going to be so rich if we pulled all of these herbs and sold them in the market!" Kishi, one of the men cheered as he hugged his other companion Kosho in sheer joy.

"Since we're the only ones who know about the location, we should keep this place secret and only harvest what is ready to be used. While also letting more of them grow so that we can never run out." Osamu chuckled, feeling rather proud of his idea.

"Osamu-san. What about our lackey? He also knows about this place and he's not in our friend circle..." The two men stop hugging each other and they glare suspiciously at Kabuto's direction who has also overheard their conversation.

"We made it? Oh thank god I can put these down and rest. Am I now part of your group? I did everything you asked." Kabuto sighed as he gently puts the bags down and he wipes some sweat off of his forehead.

Osamu thinks as he eyes Kabuto for a moment. He turns to his lackeys and he whispered to them, "I got this."

"Not quite. There IS at least three more things that you have to do for us rookie. It's then and only then can you become one of us." Osamu said casually as he sits on the nearest boulder with an arrogant flair about him.

Kabuto already knew that they have arrived, so before he could sic his allies on them, he decides to amuse himself by going along with his disguise. He scratches the back of his head with a tired laugh, "O-okay. Three labors left to go... I can do that. What else do you want me to do?"

Osamu despite that he appreciated the kid's enthusiasm, even he knew better than to trust him, and he also had no intentions to share his newfound wealth with his "friends" either. As soon as the favor has been made, he will kill all of them in their sleep and then pretend that they were attacked and he was the only survivor. Yes... a perfect plan and he'll quit being a shinobi since he won't ever need to work hard ever again.

"I'd like for you... to make me laugh. Tell me a joke. Or better yet, try to juggle some kunai and shurikens without cutting yourself. In other words, amuse me. If you can make me laugh as hard as I can till I feel like shitting myself, you won't have to do the other two tasks. Pinky promise." Osamu then reaches into his bag to pull out the bottle of water as he waits.

Kabuto raises his eyebrow as he crosses his arms, "Is that all I have to do? Make you laugh?"

Osamu's eyebrow twitched in annoyance since this "rookie" is already questioning his order, "Of course, but you're already off on a bad start rookie, now hurry up with the jokes or else I'll add another task for you to do! As the "King" of this group, you are still a jester and in order for you to get "promoted", I suggest you do as we say without asking questions. Now that I told you this, the next words that come out of your mouth had better be something funny. This is your last chance!"

Kabuto tilts his head as he thinks of a joke, but he sends a signal with his hidden fingers for his allies to attack the other two who suddenly disappeared out of the blue, without Osamu knowing.

"Let's see... you keep calling yourself a king, and it's even in your name. But I don't see anything remotely "royal" about you. But you do seem to fit the criteria on how obese and spoiled they can get. Let me guess... your parents named you that because they actually "believed" that you were going to become one? Jokes on your poor parents that their son is a pathetic loser relying on his ancestor's wealth than his own hard work!" Kabuto then snorts, "How pitiful. You're like that of a rooster who's only boasting how great he is as if he were a hawk."

"You want a joke? Go take a look in the mirror, you ARE the joke!" Kabuto sneered with his own laugh.

The man then attempts to throw his bottle at Kabuto but in a quick flash, he was pounced upon by two Oto nins who pierce his back with their blades and they pin him to the ground.

"Heh, I know I called you a rooster, but I can also compare your current situation of that of a bleeding... "stuck pig."

Taking another step forward, he kneels down to their level as he tilts his head, "How's that for a joke, "your highness." Kabuto smirked as he is dragged away into the brush and then immediately killed and his body tossed aside like the trash that it is.

He stretches his tired and sweaty limbs as he kicks aside the water bottle into the brush, "Well that was a pain in the ass, listen up everyone. Let's hurry up and pick what we can find and secure the area. Lord Orochimaru would be pleased to have this place all to himself. After all, he IS the true ruler who deserves this place."

notes: Osamu means "King, Monarch, Ruler in japanese Kishi means "Knight" Kosho means "Squire or an attendant of a samurai"

@lunyraartistry

[icharchivist]

dgm 247 thoughts: (with spoilers and pictures)

(from a French fantranslation, at this date i do not have any English translation to link to)

-For so long there were speculations about Mana dying out of an accident but the confirmation he died out of becoming weaker and weaker after Allen attacked him is... actually quite horrible. He literally died in Allen’s arms while they were snuggling together this is the worst thing ever.

-Kanda’s “hey let’s go to Mana’s grave i want to check if he’s really dead” iS SO. IT’S SO. LIKE OF COURSE ALLEN LOOKS FUCKED UP ABOUT IT.

It’s so insensitive but can’t blame him when 1) he’s fresh from having seen someone he was SURE he had killed being alive actually, 2) we know Mana is technically Alive. 

but still the absolute DREAD of this moment, never change Kanda

-ABSOLUTELY LOVE that they started fighting right afterward, Allen shared the most traumatic moments of his life with Kanda in a rare moment of vulnerability and it ends with the two of them beating each other up

-oghhhh Kanda literally talking about Alma and saying how he can’t believe Mana is dead for sure until he checked because of how traumatizing it was to see Alma was actually alive, end me

-”I believe that due to the circumstances it’s possible Mana is what we refered as the Grey Zone of the war” oh my god Kanda

-Oghh the art is as stunning as ever but i’m genuinely emo over some Mana panels and Allen’s too

Mana looks so tender here

HE’S SO PRETTY HE’S SO PRETTY

also��“i understand, now i’m bringing you all into all of this” HE’S NO LONGER THINKING ABOUT CARRYING IT ALL ALONE, a MOMENT OF JOY FOR THIS

-Allen’s set up the Grey Zone officially now, and while Kanda was always ready for it and Johnny too, i’m so touched Tiedoll just nods along and say “yeah ofc i’m joining i need to watch over you younglings” i’m so emo i’m so emo i’m so emo

-LINK

-OH MY GOD LINK?????????,

-I LOVE how Kanda introduces him like “i need you to meet this bastard dog first”, you can really feel the moment from Allen going “seriously i just told you i was named after a dog and you-” bUT THEN

BUT THEEEEEEEEEN

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

NOW ALLEN KNOWS LINK IS ALIVE AT LEAST

-ALLEN HUGGING LINK BC HE MISSED HIM AND WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT HIM IM FULL BLOWN CRYING

-also “i looked at Link’s face and now i’m hungry” ALLEN.

-God it’s so exciting to see the “Grey Zone” in place now, and to see Allen actually discuss everything he knows with them. I’m genuinely going to cry just seeing them in circle discussing it AND THE FACT LINK JOINED THEM........

-And now Link knows that Apocryphos killed him, not like he remembered since Apo erased his memories. that’s exiciting, this might change his opinions on his side as well godd.

-Link 🤝 Kanda “Us? in danger from Apocryphos? you mean it’s Apocryphos who’s in danger fROM US. WE’LL FUCK HIM UP” Johnny: you both almost got killed by him though. Link&Kanda: HEY NOW.

-oh they’re splitting :( Tiedoll and Kanda going back at the Order to investigate from the inside...

-... And Allen, in a rare moment of actually relying on others, actually asked Johnny to accompany him to the Campbell Mansion because only Johnny could bring him back to reality when Nea tried to erase him...

i’m so fucking emo 😭😭

-KANDA THIS EXPRESSION IS SO SCARY

-”The Crow who became a pervert, apparently? what’s your goal” WHAT DO YOU MEAN PERVERT

EDIT:

THANKS ENGLISH TRANSLATION IT MAKES MORE SENSE NOW

-LINK????????????? WELL AT LEAST LINK ISNT HIDING ANYTHING FROM THE GROUP BUT LMAO THAT HE SHOWS IT LIKE THAT????

-so yeah Link is actually super honest? he tells Allen downright why he’s here, that Lveille assigned him this mission, and that when Allen disappears he will help the 14th. like holy shit man decided i’m no longer hiding anything from Allen ever.

-ok true downside this time wtf Link why are you talking about wanting to “save Lveille” from himself and his own hatred, Link, Link look at me, no need to develop a Savior Complex Link, not for him, he’s not worth it. Focus on your Crow family please my sweetheart.

-Also wow this chapter is making me like Link a hundred times more than i ever did before, i always had a bit of a mixed feeling regarding him (that wasn’t helped by seeing fandom opinions of him tbh but that’s bc i’m super contrarian) but this chapter’s characterization of Link is... genuinely not what i would come to expect of him but also i love it??? am i genuinely starting to love Link now??? after all these years????

-ALLEN WHY

-So now they’re set in motion. Kanda and Tiedoll go back to the Order to investigate it from the inside. Allen, Link and Johnny are all headed to the Campbell Mansion to meet Katerina and get answers (so we WILL actually kick off the Bookman thingy here) 

-Their goal: discovering the mysteries under this holy war once and for all Kanda and Tiedoll will try to search infos about Apocryphos as well as finding Mana’s grave and see if he’s still in his grave

-They’re OFFICIALLY setting a Grey Zone. for how long the manga has been hinting that the true answer would be in the Grey, we’re finally going into it holy shit

Conclusion: first chapter since we left the flashback, first chapter since we see the gang back together, and yet this works SO WELL. Returning to all of those dynamics are SO worth it, i missed seeing them so much, and now my blood is pumping!!! i love all that’s hinted here!!! oh my god!!!

I’m so happy with this chapter and for once in a very long time i’m VERY looking forward where it’s going

also now that Allen knows Link is alive and we know Link will travel with him: DOES THAT MEAN WE’RE OFFICIALLY GETTING CLOSER TO THAT ONE LEAK

INCREDIBLE CHAPTER MOMENT LETS GOOOO

[joy-of-life88]

Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story] 25 Midnight

It was the middle of the night when I woke up with a growling stomach. Slowly and carefully I lifted my head from Roman's chest. He was sound asleep, but his arm was firmly on my hip. Very carefully I took his warm hand and tried to push it away, but man, was his arm heavy.

After I finally managed to break free from his embrace, I slid to the end of the bed. I grabbed one of Roman's hoodies. But just as I was about to put on my sneakers, he started to wake up. Maybe he noticed my absence.

"Hey... Angel. What's the matter? Why aren't you asleep?" he asked me in a tired voice.

"I'm hungry, well, rather the Nugget is hungry, Romeo. Don't worry about it, go back to sleep," I said quietly.

"And why do you need shoes to go to the kitchen?" he wanted to know, rubbing his eyes.

"Because the Nugget is craving chicken nuggets. And we don't have them in the house." I explained to him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Y/N, it's midnight. You're not going to McDonald's now." he said irritated.

"Why not? Me and the baby are starving! Do you want us to starve?" I whined.

"No, of course I don't. Okay, go back to sleep. I'll drive and get you guys whatever you crave." he replied with a deep sigh before rolling out of bed and getting dressed.

"I'll come with you. Otherwise they'll be cold before you get home." I said with enthusiasm.

"You and your cravings. Tell me... Does that ever go away or is it like that the whole pregnancy?" he wanted to know with a laugh as he came over to me and hugged me.

"Well, when I think about the pregnancy with Eric, it was about the first 5 months. But who knows, maybe your little Nugget is more demanding. After all, there's a reason for that nickname." I replied before giving him a smooch.

"But please do me a favor and don't get any ideas about going to McDonald's or anywhere else in the middle of the night by yourself. Just wake me up and I'll get whatever you two want. Okay?" he said.

Immediately I saw how worried he was. I nodded, realizing that my behavior was probably a bit irrational and impulsive at the moment. Roman was right. It really wasn't such a good idea to drive around alone at midnight just because I had a craving for fast food.

My poor husband really didn't have an easy time in these six weeks since we knew about the pregnancy. I really did not make it easy for him. It was weird, as soon as I knew that I was really pregnant, the first symptoms appeared. From the dizziness and morning sickness to the mood swings and random crying fits. He was just always there for me. And he was so proud to be a father soon. Just the thought of it made his eyes sparkle. Whenever he had the chance, he would protectively put a hand on my stomach and rub little circles with his thumb over the skin there. It was so sweet.

The first time we went to the doctor, he had everything explained to him in detail and asked the doctor many questions. I couldn't help but smile, because for me it was the best feeling in the world to have such a fantastic, devoted man by my side. I was so grateful that through Roman I got a second chance at the full package. He alone was responsible for giving me the confidence to be able to handle this mentally.

I love this man and our little Nugget with every fiber of my being. Without the guilty feeling that had accompanied or rather haunted me for so long. Now, I was sure that James and Eric would be happy for us.

After getting me my food, we headed back home and snuggled back into our soft, cozy bed. My Romeo gently pulled me to his side and sighed contentedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Better than okay, angel! I have everything I need in my arms. You and Nugget. Do you really want to travel with me again? Isn't it too exhausting?" he replied.

"Well, now that the morning sickness is less, I think it's okay. At least for now." I said as I lifted my head to look at him in the dim light.

"But please remember what we talked about. Once it gets too much for you, you can stop anytime. I don't want you to take on too much." he said then and I saw a little worry line form between his eyebrows.

"Don't worry about it, Romeo. I love you and baby Reigns. That means I'll take good care of me." I explained to him as I lifted my hand and stroked his face.

"That's good. Because I love you guys too. And I'm glad we can tell everyone soon that we have a baby on the way. Although, Seth and Dean are already pretty suspicious. And Mom of course!" he explained to me.

"How are you doing with Dean leaving after Wrestlemania?" I asked.

Roman closed his eyes for a moment and then sighed deeply. I knew how he felt. When they had their last match together about two weeks ago, everyone was very emotional.

"I am sad, but I know he has to do what is best for him. We have experienced and achieved so much together. So of course it hurts to see him go. But his happiness is the most important thing." he replied softly.

"I know. But at least we're already working on the next generation of the Shield," I said to cheer him up a bit.

And it worked. Immediately a happy smile appeared on his lips.

"That's a nice thought. But now you should sleep Mommy." he replied and then lifted his head to give me a kiss.

"I love you, angel. And you, Nugget." He added.

"We love you, Daddy!" I smiled before laying back down on his chest.

In the place that has always given me the best and deepest sleep. And who knows, maybe soon it would be the same for our baby.

[the-real-comically-insane]

Well I unfortunately couldn’t finish the full fic in time as I have to be awake for work in 6 hours but here is a shower blurb from my holiday gift exchange for @ace-in-a-shopping-cart I hope you enjoy it! If you’re looking for something a little different please feel free to dm me and I’ll rewrite it! I also plant to publish the fully released fic tomorrow night I just desperately need sleep.

Slow dancing with you- i love you so

(Sweetheart x Milo)

Sweetheart stepped inside the door knocking the layers of salt, snow, and ice off of their shoes. Winter was already such a busy season but with the record snow and cold here in Dahlia they were having an even harder time doing their work. It’s not necessarily easy to mask your footsteps with all the snow and ice now matter how well cloaked you are. On top of that they had slipped and fallen several times attempting to get into and out of their office and car. Despite their sore back and horrible headache they were excited to come home and crash with their loving boyfriend.

As they opened the door they felt a wave of warmth and the scent of slight burn wafting over them. “Milo? Sweetie??” They called out as they slipped off their shoes leaving them on the little towel that they and Milo had laid out by the door for their wet shoes. They let out a contented sigh as their sock covered feet hit the warm plush carpet. And they saw Milo’s head peak around the corner flashing his award winning smile and throwing them a slight wave. “Hey sweetheart! Sorry about the smell. I tried to make cookies but I'm uhm.. a bit less talented in the kitchen than my mother but I think the cookies are mostly edible?” He chuckled a little as sweetheart felt the tension melt from their body at his familiar comforting presence.

“You are a literal godsend. I don't know what I'd do without you on days like today, my love.” Sweetheart sighed out dropping their bag on the floor and trudging into their kitchen before half collapsing into Milo’s warm open arms. “You need to take it easier! I understand that you just want to help but you have to remember to help yourself before you can help others sweet heart.” He said as he rubber soothing circles on their back brow creased with worry as he half heartedly lectured the exhausted stealth.

“I know, I know, I promise I'll work on it more. I just really want to help as many people as I can. I promise I'm working on taking a break. I know coming home to a face as pretty as yours definitely helps even if you do burn all of our cookies.” Sweetheart giggled playfully h pushing at Milo’s shoulder before grabbing and biting into one of the slightly dry cookies that sat on the counter. “Hey they're not that bad!” Milo whined about grab the cookie from sweetheart's hand. “Nice try this cookie mine!” Sweetheart joked as they ducked down from his arms before running behind him laughing up a storm as they attempted to shove the whole cookie in their mouths in one go. “I wanted to share that cookie sweetheart you're just being cruel now” Milo whined as the sweetheart laughed before snagging another cookie from the tray before popping it into Milo’s mouth. “How about we share this one?” They said as they got closer taking a bite from the other end watching as Milo’s face reddened with a deep blush. He stopped for a moment eyes widening as the blush grew on his face before his eyes settled and he bit into the cookie finishing his half as his lips brushed briefly against sweethearts. They pulled away slightly to chew the cookies before meeting for another quick kiss and a hug. “I have no idea what I'd do without you Milo, you're the best home I could have ever asked for” sweetheart mumbled as they laid their head on Milo’s chest swaying slightly as they hugged as if listening to a song only the two of them could hear. “The same for you sweetheart I’d go anywhere as long as you are with me.”

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Okay here's the prologue 😍🤞🏾

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Rain.

You adored rain, it didn't matter whether it was a light shower, raging down poor, or even when thunder struck so hard it made buildings shake. But for you, rain had always been a safe space for you. Some people could definitely disagree with you right now; especially Zero.

"I swear to god, Nemphis!"

It came out as a grumble, a deep sound that resembled his equally deep voice. A pillow was clutched tightly over the back of his head, his pointed ears popping out of his ivory colored hair. His hair was messy, now freed from the bun he usually kept it in. It went down to his shoulders, and right now it was down as he glared Nemphis through the thin curtain of his hair.

Nemphis on the other hand, was laughing. Cackling at him even, he sounded more like a witch then you and you actually were the witch. Nemphis grinned at Zero his sharp teeth showing easily and even looked as if he was enjoying pissing him off, that thought alone made you laugh slightly.

"Alright, break it up. Break it up, if your gonna make out- at least go to a different room."

Rolling your eyes in a playful manner. Voice full of sarcasm, you closed your book and decided to pay attention to them.

"Well, Zero shall we? Assuming you don't want to join Angel?"

Nemphis turned to you his eye brow lifted slightly in question with slight smirk playing at his lips. He ran his hand through his lavender colored hair and shoved his hands into his pockets awaiting my answer, looking at me with his stormy gray eyes. Ironic how it resembled the clouds in the sky today.

"Sorry boys I'll have to turn you down on that one, I have a date with my cat and criminal minds."

I shrugged casually, easily deflecting Nemphis's attempt at flirting. Walking over to Zero, I bend down now resting on my knees as I look down at him. He's covered in a blanket laying under it with his pillow, still being covered up over his ears. Thinking for a moment, you stop. And smile, for such a big guy he can be so cute. Zero is easily about 6'8 while Nemphis is only a inch under. You don't understand how people can be so afraid of them, genuinely.

"Hey there big guy, you need anything?"

Voice full of genuine concern you poke your head under the blankets so he could hear you better. He shifted before moving to look at you.

"Yeah, need Nemphis to shut the actual fuck up."

He stated, very stubborn on this and wasn't moving on his statement.

"Hey man, I wasn't even being serious big guy chill." He shrugged and quickly went to defend himself.

You huffed, rolling your eyes at their antics before gently bringing zero into a hug comforting him. Running your fingers through his hair, carefully tracing patterns on his back to help calm him down.

"Hey wait, I wanna join the cuddle party!" Whining, Nemphis tried to get under the cover with you and Zero only to be met with a you giggling quietly and pushing him back out.

"If you want any sort of cuddles, you have to put on Zero's favorite movie, make popcorn, and get my spell book." You demanded. You mainly needed all of these to comfort Zero, you knew that Nemphis was happy to do it cause he really felt bad about pushing Zero a lil to far. So with little complaint he did, reaching his hand under the blanket and handing you your spell book.

"Thank you Nem." You gave him a kiss on the cheek as you removed the blanket from you and Zero, Zero angrily grumbling about but didn't complain to much nonetheless.

You stood up and had the book flip to the spell you wanted, it floating in front of you as you read the familiar spell. Honestly it's surprisingly you haven't memorized it it's probably because Nemphis and Zero insisted you memorized attack and healing spells instead. Sighing softly you scanned the page and relaxed letting the familiar feeling of your magic start to pour out of soul and into the air a small magic circle appeared under you glowing lightly of a faint white color as did your eyes, as you muttered the spell. In the sky a patch above your house was cleared, and the stary night skin pooled through the open hole. Rain was hitting everywhere but the house and it seemed like the thunder and lightning was muffled, if not completely silenced. Turning off your magic and with a flick of your wrist your spell book closed and set itself on the table, Nemphis and Zero looked dazed staring at you. Like you'd just hanged the stars in the sky and took them to heaven itself. And to them, you truly did. Shaking your head for a moment to clear off any lingering affects of the magic you turn to the boys and sit on the coach gesturing for Zero to join you and Nemphis.

"Is this a new episode?" He questioned as he sat down basically dawfing you in size it was ridiculous, but he layed his head on your lap as Nemphis had his arm over your shoulders and head resting on yours. Both of them were very much taller than you but you didn't really find it that intimidating.

"I think so, haven't seen this one yet.." You mumbled watching the tv screen as you ate some popcorn.

Moments like this made you wonder how people can see these two as threatening, intimidating, scary, or even terrifying. To you their just two big babies who like to be lil shits to each other. But even then you wouldn't have it any other way.

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OH MY LORDY LORDDDDD I LOVE IT I NEED U TO FINISH IT NAOW!!!!!

anywho im on the 46th chapter tehe and i anticipate it to be like 50-52 chapters :3