#i want more than anything to gently lovingly wash his hair for him.

[peachcott]

really normal about this guy. i definitely think about other things sometimes 👍

[grimm-writings]

rainfall

…ft! dazai, chuuya, fyodor x gn! reader

…tags! fluff, some hurt/comfort on dazai’s, headcanon format, rainy day off with the boys!

…wc! 308 ; 369 ; 345 = 1022 

…notes! i don’t think i’ve ever seen fluffy idiot content of fyodor. i must rectify this.

Dazai

Dazai treasures rainy days more than anything.

“Oops sorry Kunikida, I can’t come in to work!!! Rain is just sooo heavy you know?”

The office is literally down the block he’s just not bothered

Who needs work when he has his beautiful partner?!

That’s what he whispers to you with a giggle and a grin as he nuzzles into your back.

Most times, that’s all it really comes to: a sleepy Dazai, cute compliments, and being lovingly held against your will.

Other days, it isn’t so easy.

He’s like a rock. The only notion you have that he’s awake is one of his eyes staring at the window outside, at the rain.  He doesn’t even message about his absence in advance this time – that’s up to you.

He isn’t as snuggly, but he doesn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around him and holding him.

Eating isn’t exactly something on his mind on these sort of days.  Even with that in mind, he’s always sure to quietly thank you when you hand-feed him meals.

Those days are difficult, but you make them easier.

“You have work today, right?  Don’t bother with the dishes,” Dazai calls out to you from the bedroom.  The clattering of the porcelain couldn’t exactly be hidden, you admit. Dazai sighs as you continue washing and drying.  New weight on the bed behind him makes him aware of your presence a few minutes later.  Your arms wrap around him without hesitation. “You don’t have to stay,” he says to you when the silence becomes too much for him. You merely snuggle further into his bandaged body.  “Yeah.  I want to, though.” To his own surprise, Dazai relaxes into your touch and words. “...Well.”  He smiles for the first time all day, softly, and his eyes linger up to the rainfall again.  “If you say so.”

Chuuya

Days off are all too rare in Chuuya’s line of work.

As soon as he’s free, he’s tiredly at your side, and he is not leaving.

Seriously he is … so clingy when he’s tired.  Whether you’re shorter or taller than him, prepare for his arms to be slung over your shoulders and his face in your hair.

Mention it to him and he’s grumbling all crabby lol.

You’ll have to wake up in the mornings to his work clothes sloppily discarded throughout the hallway to your room.  He wanted to conk out STAT.

He insists he’ll pick it up later (when he’s getting dressed for work again)

Rainy days aren’t exactly anything that stops him from working, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take the opportunity to call in for a day off once in a while.  He can almost hear the smile on Mori’s face over the phone telling him to enjoy it.

He’s fairly average at cooking when he eventually does get up, maybe sometime in early afternoon.  If he’s too sleepy though?  …Yeah, keep him away from the heat.

Overall, it feels… super domestic having these free days with him.  He wouldn’t mind this every day, if the opportunity presents itself.

If you knew you’d be greeted to this, you would have woken up a little earlier to at least catch him. “Mornin’!”  Chuuya leans back against the kitchen counter, breakfast on the table between you two.  A tired smirk is on his face, proud of his cooking.  Simply dressed in his work shirt and his boxers, the look of him is just too much for you to handle right now. You walk over to give him a small peck on the cheek, thanking him gently.  As you eat, wondering what it’d be like if he could make you breakfast every morning, you glance up and point a fork at him. “After this, I want some snuggles for at least another hour.” Chuuya couldn’t stop himself from scoffing playfully at your ‘threat’, resting his chin on his palm.  “Well… I’ll see what I can do.” You smile, digging back into your food.  You know he wouldn’t let you go once you’re back under covers.

Fyodor

It all started with you judgementally asking if he even has a life outside his work.

You didn’t expect him to get so offended, but his glance over and raised eyebrow gave you all you needed to know about his answer.

The next morning, you didn’t expect to actually have him be beside you as you shake slumber off you.  He’s almost always at his computer by the time you’re up.

It’s not as if Fyodor is neglectful in any way, he’s just … a little peculiar in his habits, for lack of any nicer terms.

Before you could even ask, he’s already greeting you in a gentle voice, tacking on a sweet nickname on the end of it.

Oh.  Oh he was awake the whole time.

This is a competition to him.

You could almost sigh in disbelief.  For someone supposedly so intelligent and wise, he sure has his moments.

Rainy days with Fyodor are spent with him suggesting activities to do together, but it’s very obvious he just put “at home activities” in the search bar and clicked the first link.

You don’t remember having this many board games.  How did he do this.

The night comes to a close as Fyodor sits with you in his lap, finishing up some professionally recorded opera of sorts.  You couldn’t understand half of it, but Fyodor laughed at it a few times, so it must have been good.  His chin rests on your shoulder and you can feel his smile. “So, did I prove you wrong?” “...What, about having a life?”  You can’t help but roll your eyes.  “You sure proved something alright.” Fyodor hums, sarcasm dripping from just that single note.  “You should treat me more fairly.  I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.” You would bite back with another retort, if not for Fyodor twisting his neck so he could peck your lips before resting back against the chair. Trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks, you sigh.  “You’ll get it with practice.” “Ah, so there IS a next time.” “Shut it.”

[anticanonsposts]

Hii

I have an idea and it's kind of silly but I'll ask anyway because I love your writing

But you could do a Konig domestic where he passes out for some reason (not a battle wound or anything) and reader take care of him and then he's SO clingy afterwards

Tks 🤍

omg tysm!!! also i appreciate the requests so please keep making them!!! (i live off of the validation i get on here)

also i have some more stuff in the drafts that i wanna write, and i love the trend thats been going around about nerd!konig and i rly want to contribute so stay tuned!!!

cw: none

König had such a big day. His girlfriend y/n had been working tirelessly for the past couple weeks at her new job. She was definitely more stressed out than normal and König felt so bad. So he decided to run multiple errands that day (Friday) before she got home for the weekend. First he went grocery shopping, a smaller store and Costco to get some essentials. Then he came home and cleaned their apartment from top to bottom, because he knew it wasn’t her favorite and it would be so nice for her to come home after a long week. When he was at the store he also made sure to pick up her favorite snacks, drinks, and ingredients for dinner. By the time he was all done he fell onto the couch exhausted. Flicking his wrist up he saw that it was 4:30 which meant that in a couple hours y/n would be home. He felt pretty satisfied with himself, but also very tired. As he was thinking about getting up to shower and wait for her to get home, the grips of sleep clasped over his eyes and he fell asleep :/.

Some time later, y/n opens the front door to her and König’s shared apartment and walks in, ready to just relax this weekend. Immediately she notices how clean everything is. After putting her bag down she goes over to the refrigerator, knowing there wouldn't be much in it since they needed to go grocery shopping. To her lovely surprise whens he swung open the door she saw all of her favorites. This makes her connect the dots in her mind, König must have done all of this while she was at work today, how sweet. 

“He’ll be getting something nice later” she mutters to herself, smiling as she walks away toward the bedroom. But she quickly stops when she looks over to see Konig, absolutely passed out on the couch. 

Carefully pitter pattering over to him, she pauses and lovingly gazes down at him. His mouth slightly agape, a small snore coming from him. Although he looks precious sleeping on the couch, she knew that if he stayed like that, he would wake up with the worst back pain ever. So gently she started to sit him up, and led him half asleep to their bedroom. König would have absolutely no recollection of this when he woke up, thinking he had either moved himself to the bed or that he had fallen asleep on the bed by accident. 

Once in bed, y/n gently arranged pillows and squishmallows (shameless self insert <3) around König’s body to make him as cozy as possible. Once satisfied she started to strip so that she could go shower. 

About ten minutes later, König gently woke up to a slight steam in the room, and the smell of strawberry and rose from y/n’s soaps. He stirred more, bringing his hands to his eyes to rub them awake. Then, with a sudden jolt, he sat up, feeling panicked. 

How could he let himself fall asleep?? He was supposed to finish setting up the perfect, relaxing evening for y/n. But no, his sleepy ass just had to ‘rest his eyes’ for a second.

But before his thoughts could spiral too much, he hears the shower being turned off. So, quietly he meanders to the bathroom door, slipping off his shirt, hoping to join her in the shower. Giving the door a few soft taps so as not to spook y/n. He’s met with the door swinging open and a beaming (naked) y/n, her body freshly moisturized, hair tied up since she washed it the day before, and in the middle of her skin care routine. 

“Hey baby! I noticed everything in the kitchen, and I really appreciate it.” she says, eyes shining with nothing but love. It is returned by König’s eyes, practically with hearts in them. Nothing made him happier than doing things for her, other than being with her. 

Wordlessly, he steps closer to her, pulling her body close to him by the small of her back and shoulder. He knows from past experience to not touch her face while she is doing her skin care, (he has been reprimanded before). Bending over slightly, he presses his lips to hers taking a breath in as he does so. Pulling away, he sits himself on the closed lid of their toilet that of course has a fuzzy pink cover on it. 

Now taking a moment to scan his eyes over her body. Not quite in a hungry way, but more so admirable. Taking a few moments to appreciate every plush curve, every supple, plump part of her body. She was too perfect, she looked like a renaissance painting, something that an artist created when they were tasked with painting beauty itself. 

Broken out of his haze, y/n says, “Can I do your skincare?” 

“Yes of course.” he responds, giddy inside. Whenever she offered to use her products on him, he was always super happy. It meant that she would be looking at his face, and giving him small, gentle touches. He had never been with someone like this. His past was mostly hook ups, a couple ‘relationships’ here and there but nothing this intimate. Having someone’s gentle hands glide over your face over and over again as truly more intimate and sensual than any sex he had ever had. Now, he had no idea what products she was using on him, she could be painting his face purple for all he knew, if it weren’t for the mirror. But this was part of the trust he liked about this activity. Knowing that she was sharing her products that she spent her money on, that were clearly good enough for her beautiful skin, and she was sharing them for his scarred, damaged skin. 

Once she started putting eye cream on him, König took his large arms and wrapped them around her body, pressing his bare chest to her naked body. Minutes passed as she finished the routine, and all König could focus on were how pretty her eyes looked when she focused on something. As well as how their bodies moved opposite each other with their breaths. 

Y/n, smoothing out the last moisturizer onto her boyfriend’s face, letting each of her hands rest on either side of his face, palms pressed against his cheeks, fingertips gently clasping onto his face. His face has its share of scares, but is warmer and plumper now that he has been out of the military for a while. She appreciates everything about this man, his tenderness, his patience, and of course how obsessed with her he is. Then breaking her own rules after skin care, she starts pressing soft kisses along his cheeks and jaw, then resting her forehead against his when she was done. 

This man’s eyes welled up with tears. He loved how soft she was with him, how kindly she treated him. His mind started to wonder as he started giving her small half blinks, completely enamored with his girlfriend. 

“König?” y/n says softly, it was about the third time she called his name. Bringing him out of his stupor. “I’m gonna fix my hair really quick then we can cuddle ok?” she says raising her eye brows slightly. Earning a small nod from König, she figured he would leave and go wait for her on their bed. But instead, he slightly loosens his grip and allows her to stand up. Facing the mirror again, y/n starts to fix her hair from the various clips she used to clip up her curls for her shower. König, still in the bathroom, chose to stand right behind y/n. Completely behind her, pressing his front against her back, bracing his arms on either side of her body. 

He can be pretty clingy sometimes, but this was surprising, even for him. Nonetheless, y/n doesn’t mind and finishes with her hair before turning her body. Signaling to König that she was leaving. He holds onto her left hand as she basically leads him to the bed. Quickly breaking from his grasp, she goes to her closet and puts on one of König’s shirts, and a pair of undies before climbing onto the bed and pulling König along with her. 

He grabs the tv remote and switches it on, telling her to put on whatever she wants. Then he settles himself in between her legs, now that she’s lying on her back. And nuzzles his face into her chest, wrapping his big ass arms around her middle and sighs contently. She reciprocates by running her fingers through his hair which just brings him past cloud nine. 

Y/n switches on some tv show that she has been binging recently and König soon falls asleep against her chest, feeling completely at peace. 

notes:

I know this isn’t exactly what the prompt says?? I rly just wanted to write sm where König does a bunch of little things for the reader 

[zane009]

sweet dampness

summary: you and Dary take a shower together when he suddenly gets self conscious about his scars.

warnings?: lots of fluff, nudity, mention of scars

Daryl x reader

word count: 1034

you felt his warm calloused hands on both sides of your face caressing your cheeks lovingly. The look he was giving you was filled with nothing but pure adoration and care as you two stood there in the middle of a small bathroom. Not much words were uttered as he slowly leaned in and kissed your lips fondly. He softly pressed his own lips to yours while his hand moved upward to caress your hair. His fingers tangled with the hair as he slightly deepened the kiss.

As you slowly pulled away he dropped his hands to the only clothing still present on your body. He hooked one finger under the strap of your bra while still looking at you with his clear blue eyes.

He let the strap fall down as he repeated the motion with the other side. His hands delicately traveled down to your waist brushing your skin as he leaned in again and planted a small sweet kiss to your forehead. The fingers on your waist were slowly drawing little circles as you felt yourself relax in his arms.

You are filled with love as you can let yourself enjoy this peaceful moment with him. You knew daryl was very insecure about his scars and it took him awhile to get completely comfortable with you to do this. So for him to finally be able to stand here naked made you feel genuinely happy. It’s not the first time you two are together this way but you always make sure to appreciate it. Daryl trusted you. So you wanted nothing more than to cherish every single moment given with him.

His hands moved up behind your back as he unclasped your bra and pressed another quick kiss into your hair as he let the piece of clothing fall to the floor.

You took his big hand in yours and led him into to the shower, the water already warm enough for you to step under. He followed after you and closed to shower door. To say the least the shower wasn’t really spacious but it wasn’t a problem either. You two enjoyed the presence and the closeness of each other’s bodies.

You took the strawberry scented shampoo sitting on the shelf and squeezed some of it on the palm of your hand. You slowly rubbed your hands together and then placed them on daryls chest quickly looking up at him for confirmation.

You knew he’d let you do this but you want him to know you cared. His lips curled upwards flashing you his significant simle letting you know it’s okay.

You let your hands do the work and rubb circles over his skin tenderly amd slowly with the intention of making his stiff muscles relax. You washed his arms, his chest, his shoulders and his torso letting your hands roam. You heard him let out soft groans from time to time which made you smile discreetly.

As you were done with the front you daintily tried to move him around to tend to his back but he stilled. You locked your gaze with him searching for what seems to be the problem. “ Dar’ if you’re uncomfortable i can stop….you know I wouldn’t pressure you into anything ” you murmured quietly.

Daryl felt guilty hearing the concern in your voice but he couldn’t help himself. Even though you saw his scars already his thoughts still get the best of him sometimes. He was ashamed of them. They made him ugly. But how could he say that to you when all you wanted was to take care of him all while looking at him with thoes big eyes of yours.

“‘S nothin’ sweet ya keep goin’ “

You weren’t really convinced but as he showed no restraint you went for it still unsure since you wanted nothing more but to make him happy and not upset. You gently pushed him around so his back was turend to you. You put your hands on his waist careassing his skin as you delicately pressed your lips on the top scar of his back. You followed the scar to the end pressing soft kisses into his back. You felt him relax under your touch as you continued to kiss downward.

As you pressed your lips to yet another scar you murmured “ you have nothing to be ashamed of Daryl. You are beautiful.” You let your hands wander back up and finish washing up his back. Little did you know Drayls worries disappeared completely as he felt stupid for ever doubting you. He let a smile linger on his face while you finished his back.

After you were finished you rinsed him off and it was his turn to pamper you. He took some of the shampoo and ushered you to turn around. You did so without complaint as you felt his hands go into your hair. You let yourself close your eyes as you enjoyed every pull and caress his fingers provided for your scalp.

Daryl absolutely loved washing your hair. He massaged your scalp with fondness as his eyes skidded to your back admiring how the skin dipped at your waist and rounded into your ass. He loved searching for any new beauty marks he might have missed or battle scars he has yet to discover.

On top of the view he gets while washing your hair he also gets to feel the soft strands of your hair in his hands. He gets to make you feel at least a bit more relaxed due to the massage he’s providing and he wants nothing more than for you to be safe, healthy and happy. And he would do anything to ensure it.

He rinsed out your hair and put his arms around you while he snuggled into your freshly washed hair from behind. You hummed in content as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder then your neck. You slowly turned around and smiled up at him feeling so lucky you get to call him yours. And as if he was reading your mind he grunted and pulled you closer while he mumbled into your hair

“ ‘m so lucky yer mine sweet ”

𐮙𐬾𐬽𐮙𐬿𐮜𐬽

Literally my first post lmao…hope you enjoyed would love some feedback <3 it’s clearly not been proof read or sum because who would i ask🥲 so sorry if there are mistakes

[darlingpwease]

all this talk about househusbands. you know which househusband would drive me the most insane? /pos aki. aki hayakawa. i want to use him so bad. treat him like a good fucktoy while denji and power are asleep in the room next door. have their snoring mask his breathy moans and whines when you get him to cum over the freshly-washed sheets; sheets he dried and ironed himself while you were away. make the two interrogate aki incessantly on why he's limping stupidly around the house. maybe even whisper your plans to put a new baby in him into his ear-- he's already such a good househusband, such a good mommy already. release any pent up stress he has from his daily tasks by fucking him absolutely stupid, till he's a sobbing and blubbering mess

Ψ(｀∀´#)ﾉ

HOME ROUTINE!

CONTENT WARNINGS: subtle unhealthy behaviour [?], established relationship, pet names, power exchange, domestic life (househusband kink), mild light pregnancy topic [talk]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, free use, quiet sex, penetration giving + cock implied, unprotected sex / breeding, mild mommy kink, rough treatment (biting, scratching), hyperstimulation (g.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.)

aki clings to the sheets, wheezing when you squeeze his hips; when you whispering to be quiet, — even if denji and power sleep like the dead, they can be surprisingly hearing when it's unnecessary, — he tries to follow your words, exhales through clenched teeth, throwing head back, exposing his ruddy bitten neck — but immediately shuts mouth with a loud gmoan when you push deeper, not letting him get out of a tight grip, whispering something about silence or tightness or about how hot he is, squeezing you so hard as if he doesn't want to let go, he doesn't understand anything anymore, ecstatically listening to how you breathe and how power and denji snore in another room, knowing that any sound can make them wake up and wonder what is happening,

and he's definitely not ready to explain why you fuck him like an animal, making him moan with delight into your palm when start pushing even rougher and harder, letting him try to cling to you and the sheets while his mind is swimming; whining from another orgasm only to find yourself pressed even more tightly to the bed while you reach your own, incoherently caressing him, whispering what a good boy he is and how close you are, stimulating him even more until bury his nose in the wet pillow, drowning out loud-painfully enthusiastic moans when he is not even able to cum anymore, burying your nose into his wet warm neck while you fill his hot pliable body.

when aki groans hoarsely while you grab his shoulders, helping him to take a more comfortable position, gently removing the clumped strands of hair, kissing his blissful face before turning him on side, putting your hand on his sticky wet thigh; and the way you gently take his hand, lovingly stroking, before you start fucking him again, ignoring what a mess he is already, drooling and hiding his head in a pillow from pleasant fatigue while you whisper all sorts of nonsense to him, drives him crazy.

however, he is the only one who should invent an explanation or snap back the next morning, although you are, in fact, to blame for his disheveled appearance — but you clearly ignore and shrug shoulders, more than eloquently declaring yourself not only "innocent", but even not involved in his strange walking around the house. no, you don't know why aki moves so strangely, why they can find red and blue marks on his body here and there, and what his appearance and hoarse voice are connected with; you, in general, don't even guess, although you assume that he is just tired. he works hard enough, right up until late at night, experiencing so much stress, so he deserves a break, right?

maybe leaving that thought up in the air wasn't the best idea, but when you manage to get rid of power and denji for a while by putting them out the door with errands, you certainly take care of poor aki, letting down his hair, kissing his neck while he's busy cooking, stroking his thigh and agreeing when he complains that it should be your problem — but interrupted when you get your hand under the apron, gently stroking his soft belly, making him shudder and lean his hands on the kitchen nightstand, while slowly exposing him, whispering that you, of course, are ready to take responsibility and take care of him, and that you should hurry up if he don't want to show power and denji why he is so feels like this morning in every detail.

you are even caring enough to let him continue cooking while you fuck him, trying not to be too fast or rude while he takes care of the soup, kissing and praising him for how economic and responsible he is, coping so well with household chores and you, being always ready so that you can take advantage of him; but when you fleetingly purr about what a good mommy would come out of him, so caring and hardworking, always ready to serve his spouse and be bred until he gets pregnant with your baby, even if at any moment you may be caught off guard, he squeezes you so tightly, digging his fingers into the kitchen nightstand, unconsciously looking at his stomach, feeling your gentle stroking.

of course, what you said was not completely untrue, — he definitely works very hard and is nervous, getting too much stress, so you only take care of him, making him cum, whining when you tell him to relax, stopping thinking about too many and serious things besides what he has to cook and do the laundry while you breed him, definitely this time putting your baby in his stomach — unable to say no when he's such a slobbering mess, unable even to refuse you when you pull him from the stove to the table, stuffing him to the brim while he cums again, moaning in a voice broken from last night.

... in the end, you have to come up with an excuse when you see him trembling in your arms, knowing that aki will not wake up by the time power and denji return.

[reallyromealone]

Hey rome I was wondering if you could do alpha sephiroth x omega reader were the reader is cloud's older brother but cloud Is protective If not maybe a little overprotective of the reader who is pregnant and due at any time

Sorry if the request is hard to understand this is my first request and I was nervous to ask

Modern au

Omegaverse, male reader, fluff, mpreg, mentions of birth

Sephiroth x male reader

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

It was a surprise that sephiroth managed to court and mate (name) Strife, the Omega being the older brother of Cloud.

Sephiroth proved to be a very capable alpha to the Omega, being the Son of Shinra Sephiroth could provide (name) with a perfect life.

"Time to wake up" sephiroth deep voice whispered in his mates ear, gently caressing his large belly that carried their sons, Sephiroth managing to knock (name) up with triplet sons that they were already working on (name)s for.

Sephiroth gently peppered kisses across his neck and smirked at the cute sounds the other was making "ten more minutes..." (Name) grumbled but the silver haired man wasn't having it, getting up and lifting his very pregnant mate in his arms.

Sephiroth was a serious man, a ruthless business man in the best of days but in his home he was a loving mate and husband.

"(Name)!" Little marline ran to the Omega who hugged her the best he could while being pregnant with three pups "hello pup" he said as sephiroth kept a hand on the omegas lower back.

"Cloud!" (Name) smiled at his baby brother, the blond alpha letting his brother check him over and fret as his instincts went haywire.

Cloud and sephiroth always had a....rocky relationship.

It started in university where they were on opposing teams for their respective university martial arts teams and have been sworn enemies since.

Cloud glared at the silver haired alpha and Sephiroth glared back.

Cloud didn't think Sephiroth was good enough for (name) and sephiroth just thought cloud was annoying.

The visit was a constant war between the two, finding anything to nitpick at each other much to (name)s annoyance.

Cloud barely let Sephiroth get five feet within (name)s vicinity.

"Oh" (name) looked down to see wet liquid down his leg "I'm so sorry Barrett" (name) whispered as a contraction rolled through "I'll drive you to the hospital!" Cloud said but Sephiroth halted him "on a motorcycle? Absolutely not"

"He's right Cloud, he needs a secure vehicle" Tifa spoke up and the blond alpha glared at the smug Sephiroth "and don't you worry (name)" Barrett said waving off the omegas worry.

(Name) ended up having surgery to deliver the pups, three beautiful little boys that all looked identical to their Sire.

"My babies..." (Name) mumbled as he reached to the three babes.

"I'm an uncle..." Cloud mumbled as they all went in the room to see (name) and the babies "you're an uncle" (name) mumbled very drugged and loopy "baby... Tell em the names!" He said giggly "they are named Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo" sephiroth said holding two out of three "wash your hands and you may hold them"

"Tell cloud the thing..." (Name) mumbled to his alpha as the babes were passed around and Sephiroth sighed "(name) would like to know if you're willing to be their god father" he grumbled, the blond looking at his tiny nephews in awe "absolutely..." He said pulling little Loz closer, the baby a bit more of a Cryer than his brothers.

Little kadaj didn't want to leave his Dam at all, practically sobbing when someone tried to hold him and Yazoo just didn't care.

"Now let's let the new parents spend time with their babies" Aerith said calmly, everyone bidding goodbye "you did good kid" Barrett kissed (name)s forehead lovingly, being his and Clouds defacto dad and the omega smiled at the affection.

When everyone left (name) fed his pups, two at a time then took the last to feed "they're going to be so loved..." (Name) whispered as Sephiroth put them in their little bassinets "they will never be without" sephiroth whispered as (name) passed out from exhaustion.

(Name) was going to be an excellent parent... Sephiroth could feel it.

[rainba]

What if on the stay inside post for Luka, darling was more concerned if he was ok? Like they explain to Luka they were scared he left them?

I love your work, and wanted to ask for a fluffier ending❤️❤️❤️

Hehe, I’m happy to give a fluffier ending, too! I gueessss this is an alternate ending where darling is completely okay with Luka’s actions, and you treat the entire situation lightly? (￣▽￣*)ゞ

And also, thank you! ღ

At first, you’re horrified by the scene unfolding in front of you– that was the reaction that Luka expected. But what he wasn’t expecting was the sigh of relief you gave immediately afterwards.

“Y-you’re okay,” you mumble softly. “I thought you were seriously hurt!”

Instead of turning around and running in the opposite direction, you jump straight into his blood-covered arms. “Please, don’t scare me like that ever again!”

Luka would be utterly confused by your words. He just confessed that he’s a monster– he’s been manipulating you, terrorizing you, and half-way keeping you as a hostage for countless months now. And yet you still love him and care about his well-being?

It makes him feel strange. It almost makes him feel a little guilty.

Luka stands there paralyzed by confusion as you wrap your arms around him. “Let’s go inside… I’ll clean you up, okay?”

You say these things to him in such a soft and understanding tone. Luka doesn’t really know how to respond as you tenderly grab his hand and guide him back into the house. You don’t even comment on the broken front door lying on the ground. Perhaps it doesn’t matter to you... Because, deep down, you know that if anything were to creep inside, Luka would genuinely protect you.

You practically baby him as you remove both his clothes and your own, running a bath then urging him to get into the water. When the two of you are in the tub together, you notice how all the screams and howls outside the house have completely stopped. No tapping, no clawing, no gurgling, nothing.

Tranquil silence.

All of the things that had kept you paranoid truly were caused by nothing other than Luka– but it’s okay now. Everything is okay!

You lovingly put shampoo into his hair and wash out the blood from within it, gently massaging his scalp too. Luka is still speechless.

With a smile, you lean in close to his ears, and you whisper. 

“...You know, you didn’t have to scare me to prevent me from leaving the house. I would’ve always stayed inside, had you just asked me to.~”

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Notes from mon coeur❤🖋

Summary: You always leave handwritten notes for your boyfriend before heading to work, wondering if he ever reads them. But one night, after a tiring day, you notice his nightstand drawer is open, revealing your hidden messages and sparking an unexpected turn in your relationship...

Inspired by the song, je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson.

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I’ve never been good at saying what I feel. It’s easier to let my actions speak, or, in my case, my words—but not the ones spoken out loud. It’s the little notes I leave for him that say everything I can’t. Each morning, before heading to work, I slip a small message into his jacket pocket or tuck one under his coffee mug—tiny reminders of how much I love him, of how often he’s on my mind.Today, it was simple yet profound: “Je t'aime, always.” I felt a flutter in my chest as I wrote it, a warmth spreading through me at the thought of his smile when he found it. After leaving it for him, I rushed out the door, my mind already swirling with the chaos of the day ahead.

The hours crawled by at work, each minute ticking slowly as I tried to focus. I couldn’t help but think about him—wondering if he’d found the note, what he was doing, if he felt even a little of what I felt. I never asked him about the notes; he never mentioned them. As the days turned into weeks, I began to doubt if he even noticed them at all. Maybe they didn’t matter as much to him as they did to me.Finally, the clock struck five, and I was free. I felt the familiar exhaustion wash over me as I made my way home. The weight of the day hung heavily on my shoulders, and all I craved was the comfort of our shared space. The moment I stepped through the door, I kicked off my shoes and headed straight for the bedroom, barely stopping to acknowledge anything else.

But as I entered, something caught my eye. His nightstand drawer was slightly ajar, and a flicker of curiosity ignited within me. Had he actually taken the time to look through my notes? I approached it cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest.I pulled the drawer open wider and gasped. There they were—my notes. Every single one I had written for him, lovingly tucked away. Neatly folded and crumpled in places, they told the story of my heart. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I realized he hadn’t just read them—he had cherished them. I had thought he didn’t care, thought he hadn’t even noticed. But here they were, living proof that my words had reached him.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, and there he stood at the door, watching me with an expression that was a mix of surprise and tenderness. My heart raced as he crossed the room and enveloped me in his arms.“I always read them,” he whispered into my hair, his breath warm against my skin. “Every time I miss you, I take one out. Mostly when I fall asleep after you’ve already drifted off.”I pressed my face against his chest, overwhelmed by a rush of emotion. “I didn’t know. I thought you didn’t care.”He pulled back slightly, tilting my chin up so I could meet his gaze. I felt the warmth of fresh tears rolling down my cheeks, and he gently kissed them away, his lips brushing softly against my skin where the tears had fallen. “I care more than you know. I’ve always known what you meant, even when you don’t say it out loud. I love you for every word you’ve given me.”

As his words sank in, I couldn’t help but cry harder, feeling a mixture of relief and gratitude. He pulled me close to him, his strong arms wrapping around me, and I could feel the warmth of his body against mine.“I’ve kept every single one of your notes,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I keep them safe because they’re a part of you, and I want you to know how much you mean to me. You’ve captured my heart in ways you can’t imagine.”Just before our lips touched, he cupped my cheeks, his thumb brushing gently across my skin, grounding me in the moment. When we finally kissed, it was slow and deep, one that seemed to echo all the unspoken things between us.

When we broke apart, I rested my forehead against his, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.“I know I don’t say it enough,” I murmured, brushing away the tears that lingered on my cheeks. “But I mean every word I write. I just don’t always know how to say it out loud.”He smiled, his eyes softening as he brushed a thumb across my cheek. “I know. And that’s why I’ll keep every one of those notes for as long as I can.”We climbed into bed together, the world outside falling away as I curled up beside him. I reached for one of the notes from his drawer, unfolding it carefully, my fingers trembling with anticipation. With a soft smile, I began reading it aloud to him. It was one of the first ones I’d ever written, and each word held a weight of affection and longing that still felt true today.

As my voice trailed off, he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. The comfort of his embrace and the warmth of our shared moments enveloped me, and soon enough, we both drifted off to sleep, surrounded by my words—both spoken and written—lingering in the air between us.

[rowretro]

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

✧CHAPTER 3✧

WARNINGS: nth I think

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark

3 sleepless nights. It's only day 4 of having the baby and Riki was already starting to regret his decisions a little. He groaned, waking up a little late to find the space beside him, and the crib, empty. Riki proceeded to take a quick shower, brush his teeth and go downstairs in search of the 2.

There he saw Y/n cooking something in the Kitchen while the baby sat on a mat, playing with some soft baby toys. There were times where he did regret taking the baby with him, but there were also those small, rare times where he's just so glad he decided to keep him. He didn't want to admit that he was definitely all for the idea of raising this baby, though part of him was hoping that a real dad would take the baby, or did he?...

Riki lied down on his stomach, beside the baby and watched as the baby shook the soft dinosaur toy. "What should we call you... Junior Riki? Riki Junior? Riki Jackson? Rizziki? Nj Nishimura Jr? Rj? Lil riki? lil ki? Riki little?" As riki continued to list names that involved his name one way or another, the baby, still continued to play.

"Ugh name choosing is so complicated- I'll do it later..." Riki said as he took the baby's hand in his. "Don't end up anything like your biological dad..." Riki randomly blurted, looking the baby in the eyes. "Be more like me, unlike him I actually want to name you-" He added as he played with the baby's hands. "So cute..." He smiled.

"Ok you stay here, Im going to go annoy your mommy~" Riki smiled, softly ruffling the baby's hair, as he went to the kitchen, back hugging Y/n. "Rough night?" she asked as she kissed his hand, "Baby was crying all night, he won't even smile at me- god the things I do for you Y/n..." Riki complained as she sighed.

"Ki you can go take a nap now if you want, but after you eat lunch mkay?" Y/n smiled as Riki kissed her forehead "No need, I'm going to go play with the baby~" the male replied, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her forehead lovingly. "God I don't know where I'd be if you weren't in my life" he mumbled, as he snuggled her tightly. The girl blushed a little, not looking up at Riki, she turned to face the baby.

Riki sat beside the baby who was fiddling with some soft, building blocks. "ba!" the baby babbled, as he stacked one block on top of the other, staring up at Riki, wanting to get a reaction out of him. Riki smiled, acting a little shocked, as he pat the baby's head gently "Awww my Riki junior is a smartass!" He cooed, as the baby giggled.

"Lunch is ready babe~" Y/n called out as Riki carried the baby boy with him "Let me feed the baby this time" Riki pouted as Y/n shrugged, handing him the baby food, before serving Riki his dinner. "Lookie here Riki junior- when you grow up I'll let you smoke a joint with me, only if you eat this yummy baby food ok?" Riki asked, seeming oh so series as Y/n nudged him.

He fed the baby a spoon, and the baby happily swallowed the food, Riki sighed in relief, as he knew the last few times he tried, the baby did not want to help him. Riki then turns to Y/n "Babe I'm hungry a-and my hands are busy so can you feed me too?" Riki asked innocently, staring at Y/n with those convincing, cutie eyes, rolling her eyes, she took some food with the chopsticks "Here comes an aeroplane~" She sang as she fed Riki his lunch. The male smiled as he eat happily, feeding the baby more baby food.

Y/n finished washing the dishes after eating, and walked into the living room to find the baby asleep in Riki's hold, in his mouth was a dinky, that had a cute yet funny design of a moustache and a cigarette coming out of the mouth. the baby innocently chewed on the dinky as Rowan snickerred. "You have more facial hair than daddy" the girl joked as she gently took the baby out of Riki's hold, noticing that Riki had fallen asleep.

She kissed his forehead and pecked his lips, "Sleep well my little baby" she said as she tucked Riki in, a nice soft blanket coverring his body as he napped on the couch.

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

[lavendarniko]

Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…”

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

[yutaabyss]

Hey :D I'm the one that asked for the jaemin soft hours, I want to try and make a new request in maybe the same universe if that's ok, if maybe you could write something with jaem being tired or stressed from work and you being there to pamper and baby him and helping him relax by giving him a hand or sucking him off, basically making it all about him to help him feel better 🙏🙏

requested/ relax

characters: jaemin x female!reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: you give him a handjob in the shower

author’s note: so sorry this took forever. it’s a little short but i really hope you enjoy it

Jaemin’s work schedule had been anything but calm. Every night he would come back completely drained and even tenser than the previous night. Tonight was no different as he walked through the door at 1:00 am. You walked out of your shared bathroom to find him spiraled out on the bed, his eyes closed, today’s clothes still on his tired body. “Jaem,” you called him gently, rubbing your hand up and down his back. “Hm, hi baby,” he mumbled, turning his head so he could see you better. “Do you feel okay?” you got on your knees next to the bed so you could be at eye level with him. “Just tired,” he reached his hand out, caressing your cheek sweetly. “Kiss?” he asked, already pouting his lips at you. You smiled at him, pressing yours to his softly before pulling away. “Let’s take a shower, it will help your muscles relax, you’ve been so tense,” you stood to your feet, patting his head. 

Jaemin slowly pulled himself off the freshly cleaned covers and followed you to the bathroom. You turned the water on as he undressed, steam filling the room and covering the glass as the hot water poured from the showerhead. “Go ahead while I take my clothes off,” you motioned your head toward the shower. Jaemin stepped under the water, basking in the way the hot droplets felt going down his skin. You stepped in after him, reaching for the shampoo, “lean down a little,” you told him. He held back a little chuckle, finding your height difference to be entertaining. You massaged his scalp, washing his soft black hair, a moan falling past his lips. He rinsed his hair as you poured some soap onto his loofah, lathering his body in soft suds. Every motion, every touch, felt so good and soothing it was difficult for him to not get hard. You put his loofah to the side, already noticing his struggle. “Let me help you relax,” you kissed the corner of his mouth. His eyes closed as you wrapped your fingers around his dick, shifting your hand up and down, swiping your thumb over the tip. 

“My poor baby,” you frowned at him. Jaemin took your face into his hands, lips finding yours in a needy kiss. You continued your hand movements on him, kissing him back with more need. “Feels so good,” he whined as you sped up, working to get him off and relieve his tension. “Just relax Jaem, I’ll take care of you,” you kissed up his jaw, his lips falling open in little moans. “God, just-” he was cut off by his own loud moan. White ropes of his cum covered your hand and wrist. You kept going just a bit longer to make sure he was fully satisfied. Jaemin captured you back into a kiss, his fingers stroking through your wet hair. “Feel better?” you rubbed his sides lovingly. “Much better,” he smiled sleepily, his eyes droopy yet sparkling. “I love you,” he placed one more warm kiss on your cheek. “Love you more.”

[intcritus]

And water would shift as the architect guided the captain's bare body closer to his own, the tub just about big enough for the two to share back at the little studio of his. Outside one of the many rain-filled days of Sumeru washed over them, a small window open to allow the slightly colder draft to pass on through the steamy bathroom. Drops would hammer delicately on top of the roof, Kaveh's arms dipping into the water and around's Kaeya's waist as he, with gentle kisses pressed against damp neck, would encourage him to lean back into his embrace. There'd be no commissions, or missions, today.

"I should've tied your hair up better," Kaveh chuckled gently against the back of Kaeya's neck, allow lips to leave a trace of kisses up against the shell of his ear. Darker strands escaped from the knot he had helped the other with, some braids and borrowed pins attempting their best to hold back the longer locks. "I'm mostly used to doing my own, not someone else's ... If you'd like me to wash it later, I can."

More so of an excuse to invade Kaeya's personal space, Kaveh would gently come to hook onto one of the captain's hands, fingers sliding in between knuckles as he'd bring their hands on top of the edge of the tub, thumb caressing Kaeya's own slowly. As warm as the water might've been, there was something even warmer about the way their hands fit so neatly together, a sight that nurtured forth a loving, smitten smile on the architect's features there'd tilt their hands back and forth with subtle movements. He had held many hands, truly, but none that felt as right in between his own fingers as Kaeya.

It was a happy sight, yet a curious one.

Kaveh knew how many hands he had held, perhaps not as lovingly as Kaeya's, but he knew. He was also aware of how many times his heart had felt the slight tingle of affection, though nowhere near as strong as it'd blaze around him. But, how many had his hand held?

A coy smile crept forth, Kaveh leaning his cheek against Kaeya's temple as soon his body would rest against his own. "Have you had many lovers ? I'm asking out of curiosity ... You seem so well-adapted to the pursuit of someone's heart, I can't help but to wonder..." not a tinge of uncertainty, simply an architect being nosy. "You don't have to share the details, of course..."

Voice, however, lowered, maroon eyes turning to Kaeya's chest whereas lips settled for a whipser by his ear; " ... surely I've already outdone them by now."

Kaeya will be the first to admit, that Kaveh is the first person he’s ever shared a bath with before. To be bare like this, it’s intimate and vulnerable in a way that no one has had with him. There’s a rhyme and reason for that, but mostly the Captain never wants to get that close to anyone. Sex was one thing, intimacy ? That’s a whole other game that he had never wanted for himself until it came to Kaveh. It’s easy to feel loved, cared for and hopelessly spoiled when one considers the many firsts he’s had with Kaveh. And being spoiled – accepting being spoiled is new. His mind wants to protests but he utterly melts because it’s Kaveh doing so. 

And this is how he finds himself, in a bath, leaning back against his lover with a small, pleasured hum in his throat. There’s no thoughts of missions, or requests or anything outside this bath tub, becoming nothing more than lax limbs and a headful of adoring thoughts. ❝ ━ I would love if you washed it actually. ❞ Fingers in his hair, against his scalp with his lover close enough that he could touch him ? Oh yeah, Kaeya is all about that.

Then again, when it came to Kaveh, he was always going to say yes. A helpless kind of abandon that asks for nothing but his time. Languid gaze settles on the way their hands fit together, the finger brushes over his knuckles so tenderly and it makes his heart trip over itself.

❝ ━ Mm. ❞ A curious round of inquiries, one he would normally avoid with clever wording but it’s easy to be honest in this instance. He shifts, nuzzling his nose into Kaveh’s cheek, bringing their hands to his chest, resting over his heart. ❝ ━ Not many honestly.  Only three. I find myself not getting into a romantic mood with people I can’t open up to. Some things are a first for me. Sex is one thing, it's what's expected, but the elderly couples in Mondstat are who I learned from. Their love, so out in the open, so unconditional is something I had always craved. ❞ 

To be so open to holding someone’s hand,loving them, to stroll and laugh with them. Maybe that old school type of love is something he’d been striving for, and he was able to use that to woo the person he wanted. ❝ ━ With you, I feel like I was stumbling like a fawn, trying to give you bits and pieces of me, wondering if you would want me as I wanted you or if you’d be turned off by my dramatics. ❞

At the words whispered against his ear, his heart stops, a dark blush flushing high on his cheeks. What in the world ? Why did this cheeky architect do something so dangerous ? Did he know how much havoc he wreaked against his heart? Lashes dip shut over his gaze, grin threatening to split his features as warm, husky laughter escapes him. ❝ ━ Oh, my my, Kaveh. You’re the only one who's managed to capture my heart and soul. There’s never going to be anyone after you since you’ve become the one I orbit around. ❞ 

He sobers up though, wanting his cheeky architect to know how serious he is. Bringing their joined hands to his mouth, lips brush over kuckles then turn them over to kiss palms. ❝ ━ You hold my heart in your hands, Kaveh. I've told you things no one knows about, not even my brother. Everything you know about me is laid bare before you. I've never trusted someone like I trust you. And I've never cared for someone in the depths I do for you. So trust me when I say, you've surpassed anyone who would've ever dared try.❞

in which, kaveh is his first and only love. | @avaere

[harperfrogspad]

Partners: Chapter 10: Anything You Want

Kay unlocked the door to his apartment and let Lou in first. She stepped into the space, “their home” as Kay called it, she felt like it had been weeks since she had been there. And yet, everything was exactly as she’d left it just two mornings ago.

Kay gently led her to the couch and sat her down. “I’m going to get some dinner going. Would you like to lay down?”

She shook her head. “No, I want a shower, that disinfectant made me feel gross.”

He chuckled. “Ok, see you in a bit.”

Kay went to the kitchen to work on dinner, Lou just sat on the couch. Then she noticed Kay’s jacket on the arm of the couch, she pulled it into her lap, hugged it, and breathed in his sent.

When Kay came back that is how he found Lou, sitting cross legged on the couch, hugging his jacket with her face in it. The sight warmed his heart. He came up to her quietly, not sure if she was asleep or not. He knelt down in front of her, she looked up at him and smiled.

“Hi,” he said smiling back.

“Hi,” she reached out and touched his cheek.

“I thought you wanted a shower?” He said.

She lowered her hand from his face and dropped her gaze. Kay knew. He knew what she was going to say before she said it, he knew before she reached for his hand, he knew before she looked back up at him with that vulnerable look in her eyes.

“Would you come with me?” She asked.

“Of course,” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and then touched her face gently. “Anything you want.”

She smiled tiredly.

Then he took his jacket out of her lap and put it back on the arm of the couch before taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. Still holding her hand Kay led her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Once there he turned to face her, Lou felt a sudden and inexplicable surge of nervousness, and she knew Kay felt it too because he was still touching her. She immediately felt ridiculous after that, there was no reason for her to be nervous , this was Kay. She was more open with him than she was with anyone else, he probably knew her better than anyone too. But there was such confidence in his every move that was contrasting her residual fear and helpless feeling that made her feel nervous.

“I don’t have to stay, if you don’t want me to,” he said so gently.

That simple statement immediately changed Lou’s mood. She wrapped her arms around his neck so suddenly that it took him by surprise, but it was her words that cut into his heart.

“Don’t leave me,” she nearly sobbed.

“Alright, alright,” he hugged her tightly and kissed her head. “I would never leave you. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted me to stay or if you wanted space.”

“I don’t wanna be alone,” she said clinging onto him.

“Alright,” he gave her a little squeeze. “Anything you want.”

Lou relaxed in his arms.

“You still want that shower?” He asked.

She nodded against his shoulder, he could feel how tired she was.

“Do you want my help getting undressed?” He asked.

She nodded again.

He kissed her head, “alright.”

Kay slowly ran his hands down her back and then under her shirt. Taking a small step away from her, he pulled her shirt off over her head. Her pants followed, his hands slowly gliding down along her hips pushing them to the floor. Lou watched him with surprisingly little emotion. Kay looked into her eyes, she was calm now, still very tired, and thankful. Kay smiled, brushing his knuckles tenderly along her cheek. Then he stepped over to the shower told it to turn on, and pulled off his own clothes. Lou watched him, her face stoic, her emotions numb.

Kay then took off the underwear Lou still had on and led her into the shower. Lou sighed as she stood under the hot water, Kay began unbraiding her hair. Then he rubbed shampoo into it gently, lovingly, slowly moving from her head down to the tips of it. Then he repeated the process to wash the shampoo out. As Kay washed her hair Lou sleepily washed her body. He could feel her exhaustion, so whenever she seemed too sleepy he’d lean down and kiss her neck, shoulder, face, back, wherever was closet to him. Once she was all washed Kay turned off the water and dried her off and then himself. Kay took Lou’s hand and led her into the bedroom where they both put on comfortable home clothes, then Kay took Lou into the table and had her sit. The he went to the kitchen to check on their dinner, he returned with two plates. As they ate Lou was fairly quiet, she was very hungry and tired; Kay didn’t try get to her to talk. When dinner was over Kay cleaned to the plates and then they headed into the bedroom. Lou set to brushing out her hair, but was very lethargic and was having trouble with knots, so Kay gently took the brush out of her hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed and had her sit right in front of him, and his gentle, dexterous hands brushed it all the knots from her beautiful, long, blonde hair. When he was done he stood up to admire her.

“My sunshine,” he said lovingly as he ran his fingers through her freshly brushed hair.

Lou smiled at him. Then she pulled her hair to one side and braided it again.

“Come on now,” he said shooing her teasingly. “Get into bed.”

Lou smirked and crawled under the blankets. Kay did the same and pulled her back against his chest, then kissed her neck. “Sleep, sunshine. I’ll be right here.”

As tired as she was Lou couldn’t seem to fall asleep, she laid in Kay’s arms listening to him breathing, feeling his heart beating against her back, his comforting smell all around her. She didn’t know how long she laid there for, but she was sure it must be well passed midnight. Giving up on sleeping she carefully crawled out of Kay’s arms and got out of bed. She went to the kitchen unit for a drink of juice, which she drank while standing on the balcony looking out at New Paris. Once she had finished her drink Lou headed back to bed, where she tried to get back under the covers without walking Kay. As she was settling down next to next to him Lou put her hand down and the bed felt wet. She tired to look at the bed and her hand in the darkness, but couldn’t see anything.

“Kay?” She said softly, trying to wake him, but not startled him.

He was silent.

Lou touched his shoulder to give him a little shake, he felt cold. Lou was concerned now she turned away from Kay to turn the light on and then turned back to him and she screamed. Half of his head was gone and there was blood everywhere.

“No, no, Kay, not you!” She cried out.

Lou bolted upright in bed in a cold sweat, her heart pounding like it was about to bust out of her chest. “NO!”

She was immediately wrapped in familiar arms. “Shhh, I’m here, I’m right here,” Kay’s voice reached her ear.

At first she clung to him and then when she remembered the nightmare she pushed him away and reached for the lump on her bedside table.

“Lou?” Kay was confused why she had pushed him away, he’d felt her emotions he knew she needed reassurance.

She turned on the light and turned back to Kay and stared at him as he looked at her, eyes full of concern. Then she looked at her hands and the bed, seeing that they were clean she looked back at Kay who was very much alive and very worried looking.

“Kay?” She said his name like she wasn’t sure if it was him.

“Yes, of course,” he desperately wanted to touch her, to hold her, but he didn’t want to push her.

“Kay,” her voice sounded confused. She reached a shaky hand out to his cheek but didn’t touch him.

“It’s okay,” he told her. He put his hand on hers and put it on his face.

Feeling the warmth of his skin she nearly leapt into his arms. “Oh my God, Kay!”

She held onto him like her very life depended on it, she pulled at him as if she wanted to crawl into his very skin.

“It was horrible,” she cried against him. “It was just like Cane, but it was you, and, and, r-right here… in our bed, blood… e-everywhere.”

“Shh, sunshine, I’m here, I’m here” he whispered to her.

Between ragged breaths what she said broke his heart. “There’s… no… sunshine here… only… darkness.”

“My dearest,” he said rocking her gently. “You will always be my sunshine, my joy, the light of my life.”

Lou just shook her head.

“It’s true,” he assured her. “But if you are in darkness right now, then let me lead you back to the light.”

“How?” She whispered.

“Tell me about your dream,” he said.

Lou shook her head hard.

“I know it’s upsetting,” he said. “But talking about it will help get it out of your head.”

She was quiet for moment, thinking.

“You know I wouldn’t ask if it wouldn’t help you,” he reminded her.

Lou sighed, and smiled very slightly. “Okay.”

Kay smiled encouragingly, and laid her down on her back. “Where do you want me?”

She patted her should, “here.”

Kay rested his head on her shoulder and held her gently. Lou wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face into his hair, and sighed. This was her favorite place. She sighed again, calming herself and then she told him, in detail, about her dream. It was hard at the end, but he waited patiently and she got through it.

“No wonder you were so upset,” he said, hugging her tightly. “That’s my worst nightmare too.”

She kissed his head.

“I was so scared when I realized it was your fear that I was feeling,” he told her. “You were afraid that you were going to die.”

Lou pulled away and looked at him. “You… you felt that?”

He nodded. “Yes, it was the most terrifying moment in my life. Knowing your life was in danger and not being able to do anything about it.”

Lou’s heart filled with both love and sadness as she listened to him, she kissed him again and snuggled back against his head; he could feel her emotions as they started to shift.

“Kay, I…” she brushed the hair out of his face. “I love you.”

He looked at her surprised and happiness in his eyes.

Lou chuckled softly. “Why are you looking at me like that? You had to of known.”

Kay shook his head. “I didn’t.”

“But…”

He smiled. “You must have just realized it yourself.”

It was Lou’s turn to shake her head. “I realize it out there. When you were the one I couldn’t stop thinking and worrying about.”

Kay smiled. “Say it again… please.”

Lou played with his hair. “I love you, Kay Stone, so much. More than anything and like I’ve never loved anyone else.”

Kay felt it, she meant it. Her love washed over him, bright and warm, like sunshine, but also wild and powerful, like a hurricane.

Lou watched with joy as he closed his eyes as his Psi-Empathy absorbed her love.

“Lou,” his voice was low and husky from all the emotions. “I love you too.”

“I know,” she said.

Kay chuckled.

“You’re not exactly subtle,” she smiled, “or shy about your feelings.”

Then she kissed him wanting to seal their declarations, but when their lips met, another feeling arose. A deeper desire to reconnect, emotionally, physically, sexually. Kay felt all of it.

“Are you sure you want that right now?” He asked, his voice soft and sensual. “You aren’t too tired?”

“No, I’m sure,” she said quietly.

Smiling Kay shifted from his spot on her shoulder and propped himself up on his elbow. Then he kissed her, softly, tenderly, slowly, with no intention of getting more intense. Lou’s one hand was gently stroking the back of his head, the other hand was running along his back. Kay began to remove her clothes, she arched her hips under him trying to help him get pants and underwear off, but she also pressed against him causing him to moan against her mouth.

Lou’s smile broke their kiss. “I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” She asked too sweetly.

Kay’s smiling eyes watched her enjoy teasing him. “No, not at all.”

She hooked her thumbs into the waist of his pants and pulled. Amused by her attempt, Kay chuckled, then took them off himself, hers followed. Kay was in no hurry, he enjoyed slowly placing kisses down along her body. Lou was, perhaps for the first time since their first night together, not impatient, rather she just felt. Her hands were in his hair as his mouth explored her body, if her emotions got too intense he would stop kissing her and wait for her to relax again. This game continued for a while until Lou’s hands started to explore his body. She started at his shoulders then down his chest, along his toned stomach and lower. His mouth was suckling her neck when her hand reached its goal, he moaned against her skin. Lou chuckled softly enjoying the effect she was having on him, she continued to tease him forcing him to release her neck.

“Lou…” his voice was strained and a little breathless.

“Hmm?” She watched him, amused. “You want more?”

He buried his face into her hair and groaned. Lou chuckled and hugged him with one arm. Then she felt his hand slide over her thigh and in between her legs, she took a sharp breath when he touched her.

“Two can play this game, you know,” he whispered seductively in her ear.

Lou tipped her head back into the pillow harder and moaned softly as his fingers continued to tease her. She hadn’t forgotten what she was doing with him though, she continued to caress him, soft and slow. Then Kay raised his head and kissed her, their mood mirrored in their kisses, soft, slow, sensual. Neither one of them wanting to rush, they took their time teasing each other’s bodies, pausing if either one got too excited. Eventually it became too much torture and their bodies demanded more. Kay shifted from beside her to on top of her, Lou looked up into his eyes, reaching up to ruffle the hair that fell over his face, he smiled. He entered her slowly, she closed her eyes briefly before looking up at him as he started to move. Lou touched his face with incredible tenderness, her eyes so full of love, her emotions filling Kay with more love than he’d ever felt. He leaned his head down and touched his forehead to hers, they both closed their eyes. Lou was filled with Kay’s emotions, she could feel him in her soul, loving everything about her. Every look, every smile, every frown, every mood, every pain, every strength, every weakness, every perfection, every flaw. She felt his love and returned it all to him. She felt a wet drop land on her face. Lou opened her eyes, worried his eyes were bleeding, but there was no blood, only tears.

“Kay?” She said quietly, voice full of concern.

He opened his eyes to look at her as he smiled.

“A-are you okay?” She wiped a tear from his face.

“I’m so much more than okay,” his voice was light and calm. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

Lou’s eyes filled with happy tears. “My beautiful empath.”

Kay smiled, his dimples bigger than Lou had ever seen them. Then he pressed deep inside her filling her with pleasure. They held each other tightly, as they kept their slow pace filling each other with as much physical love as emotional love. Their souls entwined becoming one, one soul, two bodies. Their love making went on as they just couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. When the room was barely beginning to brighten from the raising sun is when it finally came to an end. Kay was laying against Lou’s body, one of his hands tangled in her hair, the other laced with one of her hands as he pressed it into the bed, Lou’s other hand clawed at Kay’s back. His mouth was leaving marks on her neck as she whimpered. His pace had slowly begun to increase until he was barely in control of himself. Just as Lou was thinking she couldn’t take anymore she felt him fill her deep inside, then she felt his heavy breath on her shoulder; it took him awhile to calm down. He tried to shift off of her, but she didn’t let him, she held him tightly, until she fell asleep and then Kay shifted.

After everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, Lou slept late. Kay had woken up before her and crept out of bed to make breakfast. While he was waiting for it to cook Rebecca called.

“Good morning, Rebecca,” Kay said cheerfully.

“It’s afternoon already, young man. You sound like you are in a good mood,” his grandmother said.

“Oh,” he checked the time, “so it is. And yes, you could say that,” the smiled on his face made it into his voice.

“Well, do you care to share?” Rebecca asked.

Still smiling Kay said: “Lou told me that she loves me for the first time last night.”

“Oh, Kay,” Rebecca’s voice was filled with happiness. “That’s wonderful!”

“Yeah,” Kay sighed happily. “But you must have called for a reason?”

“Well, yes,” she said. “Ann and I were hoping that the two of you could visit soon.”

“Well, as it happens,” Kay said. “We do have today and tomorrow off.”

“Either would be perfect,” Rebecca said.

“I’ll talk to Lou and see what she wants to do,” Kay said.

“Alright, baby,” Rebecca agreed. “You two talk and then send me a message when you decide.”

“Okay, will do. Do you want me to bring you anything?”

“Surprise me,” she said.

Then they said goodbye and hung up.

When breakfast was ready he prepared a tray and took it into the bedroom. He set the tray down on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to a sleeping Lou. He brushed some wild hairs away from her face, and stroked her cheek tenderly.

“My beautiful sunshine,” he said gently, still smiling.

Lou stirred, blindly reached out to grab Kay and pull him towards herself. He chuckled and let her pull him down next to her. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly against her shoulder. Kay breathed a happy sigh and just let her hold him for a while.

“I’ve got breakfast for you,” his voice was muffled against her.

She loosened her grip on him and he lifted his head to look at her.

“You brought me breakfast in bed?” She asked.

“I did,” he smiled at her.

She sighed and hugged him tightly again. She didn’t say anything, but Kay felt her love. Then she let go of him and sat up in bed and he put the tray over her legs. Along with with their breakfast and coffee, there was a sunflower in a vase.

“Where did you even get that?” she asked pointing at the sunflower.

“I have some growing on the balcony,” he said.

Lou titled her head and squinted at him. “Since when?”

Kay looked a little guilty. “I may have bought a new plant.”

Lou just smiled.

As they ate Kay told her about Rebecca’s call. They decided to go visit the women who raised them that day, but first they were going to go shopping to bring them something special.

After their shopping they headed out to Rebecca’s home. They were greeted with smiles and hugs. Kay had brought all kinds of foods that were hard to get in the country. Lou had finally gotten around to getting her mom a new picture of the one she’d given her from when she was 6 with her mom and dad. She had the picture enhanced, made it bigger and put into a organic wood frame. Ann was speechless and teary eyed when Lou gave it to her.

“Lou, baby,” her mother said. “This must have cost a fortune!”

“Eh,” Lou shrugged. “I’ve got a nice bonus coming.”

“Oh?” Rebecca sounded suspicious.

Lou smiled. “Yeah, The Prior asked me to guard an Inquisitor on a trip and was pleased with my work.”

“That’s wonderful, dear,” Ann said.

Rebecca looked from Lou to Kay and back, clearly thinking that there was more to Lou’s explanation. Ann was oblivious to the exchange, enthralled by the picture.

“I’ll have to find a place to hang this in my room,” Ann said.

“Speaking of which,” Rebecca said, gently nudging Ann. Then the two linked arms. “Ann and I have something to tell you both.”

Lou stepped back slightly to press herself against Kay.

“Should we be scared?” She asked him in an intently loud whisper.

Rebecca spoke before Kay could answer. “No, we don’t have a surprise wedding waiting for you.”

Lou wasn’t sure if Rebecca was actually annoyed or not.

“We didn’t give them enough warning for that,” Kay teasingly whispered to Lou. His grandmother gave him a playful glare.

“If the two of you are done?” Rebecca said, somewhat sternly.

“Yes, ma’am,” the partners said together.

“Ann,” Rebecca turned to her.

“Baby,” Ann started. “I’ve decided to stay here.”

“Yeah?” Lou don’t understand why her mom was telling her this, she already knew. “I know. Work is slow on your place, but-”

“No, dear,” Ann interrupted. “I mean, permanently.”

With Lou still pressed gently up against Kay he felt the roller coaster of emotions that went through her. She looked back and forth between the two women before settling on her mom.

“You are going to move in here and stay with Rebecca?” Lou asked.

“If you don’t mind?” Ann said tentatively.

“Why would I? Also, it’s not really any of my business,” Lou answered.

“Both of your opinions are very important to us,” Rebecca said. “If it bothers either one of you, we won’t do it.”

“Of course it doesn’t bother me,” Lou said, stepped away from Kay and reaching out for Ann. “Ma, all I want is for you to be safe and happy. I know you are safe here, and if you and Rebecca are happy with this solution, then I’m happy for you.”

“You won’t be sad about our old home?” Ann sounded guilty.

“Of course not, Ma,” Lou hugged her. “Not if you are happy here.”

“Your dad bought us that house when I was pregnant with you,” Ann said.

“I know, Ma,” Lou smiled. “But dad would want the same thing I want for you: to be happy and safe.”

“But you grew up there,” Ann said. “All your memories of your dad are there.”

“No, Ma,” Lou shook her head. “My memories of dad are here,” she touched her head, “and here,” she touched her chest over her heart.

Ann touched her daughter’s face lovingly. “You are so much like him.”

“I know,” Lou smiled.

“Now come help me find a place to hang this picture!” Ann got excited, grabbed Lou’s hand, and they left the room.

Kay waited until the two Reeds were out of earshot before he spoke. “This is your solution?”

“Yes, it is,” Rebecca sounded indignant.

“Are you truly okay with this?” Kay asked.

Rebecca held her hand out to him, stepping closer the empath took her hand. “We are both perfectly happy with this arrangement and I didn’t say anything to Ann about Lou.”

Kay smiled. “I’m glad.”

Rebecca looped her arm around Kay’s. “You know I love it when you come to visit and now Lou as well, but you two are busy, as young people should be, and well… it’s been nice having Ann here. She’s closer to my age than the two of you and we have greatly enjoy discussing our time raising each of you and sharing hobbies. And we have our own spaces if we want to be alone, other times we just sit here in the living room quietly doing our own things. I’ve really enjoyed it. So don’t screw things up with Lou.”

Kay laughed, “I’ll do my best not to.”

“Now are you going to tell me the truth about that bonus of hers?” Rebecca said.

Kay chuckled. “Nothing gets passed you.”

“That’s right,” she agreed. “And don’t you forget it, young man.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said then he told her about Lou’s trip to the Perimeter and his involvement in it, leaving out the gorier details.

Rebecca turned to face Kay and put her hand on his cheek. “Baby, I don’t tell you enough that I’m so proud of you. You have grown into a such fine young man, and though I wish your work was less dangerous, I’m still proud of you for doing so well at it.”

“Thank you, Rebecca,” he hugged her, then he felt Lou.

Kay pulled away from Rebecca and turned to look, he saw Lou standing there watching them, Ann behind her.

“I’m sorry,” Lou said. “We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Nonsense,” Kay said smiling. “Come here,” he reached out to her.

Lou walked over to him and he hugged her too. “What are you so happy about?”

She titled her head to look at him. “You felt that too?”

He nodded, smiling.

Lou shook her head. “Even the happy ones?”

“I like the happy ones,” Kay winked at her. “Are you going to tell us why you were so happy?”

“I’m just happy that you have someone who loves you so much,” Lou admitted.

“Other than you?” Kay teased.

“Yes, other than me,” she nudged his shoulder. “Well you know, with how your parents are.”

Rebecca smiled. “That feeling you’re having is exactly how I feel about you, love.”

Lou smiled at Rebecca.

“Are you kids hungry?” Rebecca asked.

“Always,” Lou answered.

Rebecca got dinner cooking and then she led the group to the sitting room with a view of the garden to wait. When they entered the room, a room that Lou had never been in, she noticed a large picture on the wall of a man that looked like an older version of Kay.

“Is that Kay’s father?” She asked Rebecca, walking up to the picture.

“Grandfather,” Rebecca answered. “My late husband, Finis Stone.”

“He looks just like Kay,” Lou said, still staring.

Rebecca chuckled. “It’s the other way around, dear.”

“Not to me it isn’t,” Lou teased.

Lou walked slowly along the wall where there were even more pictures. Next to the portrait of Kay’s grandfather was a picture of his grandparents with two young boys, his father and uncle as children. And then a picture of Rebecca’s two sons as grown men, Lou stopped and stared at them. Rebecca to stand beside her.

“My sons,” she said sadly.

“Is this one Kay’s dad?” She pointed at the man on the left who also looked a lot like Kay and Finis Stone.

“No,” Rebecca said, she pointed to the other man, who had a very serious face. “This one is.”

Lou wrinkled up her nose. “This one,” she pointed to the man on the left again.

“No, THIS one,” Rebecca pointed at the serious one again.

“But,” Lou started to say.

“You think I don’t know which son my grand baby came from?” Rebecca asked.

Lou leaned away from Rebecca slightly. “Kay, she did it again,” she reached her hand behind herself for him.

Kay chuckled and came up to her, took her hand and put his other hand on the back of her neck causing her to involuntarily sigh.

“What did I do?” Rebecca asked.

Lou had leaned her back against Kay’s chest and his arms had naturally wrapped around her.

“When you talk like that it makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand up,” Kay explained.

“Like what?” Rebecca demanded.

“Like that,” Kay and Lou said together.

“Hmph,” Rebecca muttered.

“Authoritatively,” Ann said from her chair. She had been knitting, quietly listening to the exchange. “Alfie was like that too, that’s probably why it effects you like that, baby.”

Lou and the Stones looked at Ann. “She’s not wrong,” Lou admitted, looking at her mother in surprise. She had just mentioned her dad with becoming sad and even called him by his nickname.

Not knowing what to do with that Lou looked back to the wall of photos and spotted one that must be Kay’s parents on their wedding day, they where both dressed in fancy clothes and on the frame it said: Robert and Adele, followed by a date. Lou stared at the picture as if she was trying to see into the souls of the people who had created Kay and yet rejected him for not being pure. How could anyone not love that sweet little boy? That perfect, happy, loving little boy. And what about the wonderful man he’d grown into, how could they not love him?

Kay, who was still holding her in his arms, had felt her getting more and more upset as she looked at his parents picture. He leaned down and put a little to kiss her neck, she flinched slightly and looked at him.

“Sorry,” she said realizing that he’d felt her.

“You never have to be sorry for your feelings, Lou,” he told her, giving her a squeeze. “I just wanted to comfort you.”

“I just don’t understand why,” Lou said.

“Why his parents don’t want him?” Rebecca asked, picking up on what was going on.

Lou nodded as Kay buried his face in her hair.

“Genetics,” Rebecca said.

“That’s not a reason,” Lou said angrily. Knowing what she knew about the truth of Psionics true origin only made her angrier. “That’s a just a bad excuse.”

Kay’s face was hidden in Lou’s hair so no one saw when he placed several kisses on Lou’s neck, but she drew in a sharp breath, attracting attention.

“Is he bothering you?” Rebecca asked suspiciously.

“No,” Lou tried not to sound defensive. “Is he bothering you?”

“No,” Rebecca smiled.

“Okay, then,” Lou said, leaning on Kay.

“Try not to let my idiot son and his empty-headed wife upset you, love,” Rebecca said. “There’s no making sense of any of it. It’s their loss, they are just too blind to see what they had. What you need to remember is that he’s loved and he always has been.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lou said, hugging Kay’s arms that were still wrapped around her. “But that doesn’t stop me from being angry about it.”

Kay kissed her neck again, this time she just sighed allowing his calm to relax her.

“He stops me from being angry about it, though,” Lou said, nudging Kay playfully.

He finally raised his head from his place on her shoulder, smiling. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’m aware,” Lou said, then she looked at Rebecca. “You have no idea how many perfectly good, bad moods he’s ruined.”

Rebecca smiled, “I’m sure. He’s good at that.”

There was such a deep sigh that came from the sitting area that the three of them all turned to look at Ann; she was still knitting.

“Such a sweet young man,” Ann said, dreamily.

Lou stared at her mom for a moment before whipping her head back to Rebecca and whispering: “What have you done to her?”

Rebecca spoke in a normal voice. “Lou would you like to help me get dinner set up?”

“I’d love to,” Lou said, eyeing the older woman.

Kay quietly smiled at the exchange. As Lou and Rebecca headed into the kitchen Lou heard Kay’s voice.

“What are you making there, Ann?” He said.

“Come here and I’ll show you, love,” Ann said before Lou was out of earshot.

Once in the kitchen alone with Rebecca, Lou asked: “what’s been going on here?”

“I’m going to need a bit more information before I can answer that,” Rebecca said.

“I haven’t seen my mom look this happy since…” Lou thought for a moment. “Before my dad died. And she was talking about him without getting sad and she called him Alfie.”

Rebecca smiled. “We’ve been working through her loss.”

Lou just stared at the older woman.

“Don’t just stand there, help me with these,” Rebecca handed Lou some plates and headed into the dining room.

Lou followed her. “It’s been 12 years since he died, and she’s never wanted to talk to me about him.”

Rebecca stopped, put down what she was carrying, and put her hands on Lou’s shoulders. “You lost your father, but your mother lost her husband, the love of her life. The grief just isn’t the same, love. And I know exactly what she has been through, so it made it easier for her to talk to me about it.”

For a moment Lou just stared at her, then she hugged Rebecca. “Thank you, for everything you’ve done and are doing for her.”

“Of course, love.” Rebecca smiled. “I truly enjoy having her here.”

The two woman finished getting dinner set out and then Lou went back into the sitting room to get Kay and Ann. The moment Lou stepped into the room she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. Kay was wearing a half knitted, multicolored sweater that Ann had been working on while she stood in front of him explaining how it should look when it was done. The amusement in Lou was so strong that being quiet didn’t stop Kay from noticing her. He looked at her as she was still trying to not laugh.

“Oh, Kay Stone,” Lou said, unable to keep quiet any longer. “You missed your calling. You are wasting your life protecting people when you should have been a fashion model.”

“Don’t tease him, Lou,” Ann said as Rebecca walked it. “I think he looks very handsome.”

“I didn’t say he wasn’t handsome, Ma,” Lou said, blatantly eyeing Kay. “I’d have him right here if it wasn’t for you two.”

“Lou Reed!” Ann was completely scandalized. “Don’t be so crass! It’s unladylike!”

Lou laughed out loud. “Ma, I’m only ladylike at work, when I absolutely have to be.”

“And then still begrudgingly,” Kay added.

“That’s right,” Lou agreed.

“Dinner is ready,” Rebecca said.

After dinner and the next day the four of them moved the rest of Ann’s things to Rebecca’s and Lou put their old home up for sale as is. Thus removing a burden from Lou’s shoulders.

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WIP Sneek Peek

I'm hoping to play catch up with everything I've been tagged in over the past couple of weeks. I miss you guys.

I'm plodding through the next chapter of AiP. Why is it such a struggle some days to squeeze anything out even though the whole thing is outlined? Arrrgh!!

Any way, here's a bit of what I'm working on:

Saudade: Chapter 3- Reunion

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Gently she placed the towel behind his head and lovingly ran the towel over his hair in soft swirls. In the dampness his hair was beginning to curl around his ears, forehead, and nape of his neck.

She loved his curly hair and missed it so much.

It was a silly thing perhaps, but it was one of his features that caught her attention when they first met. In a decade that favored straight, short hair parted down the middle, she adored the spirals of hair that just brushed the top of his shoulders. Typically, he wore the front much shorter than the back and held it off his face with gel or some other styling product. After they were married, she discovered he only wore his hair this way when he went out. At home he let it go, tousled and styling-product free. The curls, unbridled, stood out in a thick halo around his head and fell across his brow, softening his features and making him look much younger. She adored his hair this way. It was so soft and shiny that she had trouble keeping her hands away.

It broke her heart the day he cut it.

It wasn’t just the length that was lost. The curls went away too. He insisted on blow drying his hair, something he never did before. With the heat and the brush, it simply stopped forming ringlets, becoming forever caught in waves.

Over the years, it got shorter and shorter with more and more product.

Audrey stopped running her fingers through it.

She tossed the towel onto the bed and swept her finger through the still damp tresses. Jon smiled drowsily and sank back against her. Gently, she took a finger and wound a curl around it. Carefully, she removed her finger and did the same thing all over his head to encourage the curls to come back and stay.

Her lower back ached as did her feet. She needed to sit down but she didn’t want to disturb him or his hair. Her gaze swept over his face and a surge of affection washed over her. She traced the outline of his face with her lips, laying feather light kisses all over. Cupping his face in her hands she leaned over as much as their child would allow and kissed his lips.

She could feel him smile.

“Spiderman kiss,” he said in a deep growl. “My favorite.”

Audrey couldn’t help but chuckle. “I really can’t take you anywhere can I?”

[nikolai-rp]

The Jester and The Lords Servant PT.3

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CW: Religious themes, Fyolai, angst, bible burning, Nikolai uses It/He pronouns because I feel like it would, Nikolai and Fyordor are a bit OOC, will add more later on.

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A/N: @chessandpunishment and I have been working on this for a few weeks now and I decided to post it as a fic

Fyodor woke up the next morning looking just a little bit brighter than every other infinitesimal dawn— even more suprising, he woke up at a normal time..not at some ungodly hour like 2-4am. If anything he woke up late, around 10am!

He unraveled himself from Nikolai, sitting up over it lovingly. Such a beautiful human being. Such an amazing human being was devoted to him and he vowed to reciprocate it. He turned, seeing the cold, untouched drink Kolya had brought for him and he did feel a little bit bothered at his own careless actions. What if Nikolai woke up and was sad he hadn’t drank it? Fyodor had not wanted to think of that face—or lack of face that may be returned by Nikolai and shifted in the bed to pick up the drink and take a couple sips.

A few minutes after Fyordor woke up Nikolai began to wake up as well although very slowly. The only reason why it was waking up was because it couldn't feel Fyordor's light weight and cold touch anymore.

"Mm…Dos-Kun…"

It grumbled, feeling around for him as it kept its eyes shut. It was still tired and wanted to stay cuddled up with its beloved for a while longer.

Fyodor set the cup down gently and layed his hand down on Nikolai’s. He leaned down to kiss it’s forehead. “right here, my love. right here..” Fyodor sat back up and yawned, stretching his arms over his head before glancing back at the figure beside him. “lyubov(love) ,sleep well?”

"Mhm" Nikolai hummed, holding his beloved hand as if it were afraid he would disappear if it let go.

"Повертайся в ліжко, коханий…" ("Come back to bed, beloved…") It mumbled, weakly attempting to pull him back into its arms, seeking his comforting touch again.

“Fine fine..m’ coming..” He moved his body back down without much convincing or reluctance and melted back into it’s arms. He huffed with defeat as he contently cuddled there. “this what you wanted, hm?” He was still holding it’s hand as they layed together, squeezing it around the knuckles occasionally and running his thumb over the bones.

"Mhm…" It hummed as it pulled him close and wrapped its arms around his waist, resting its head in the crook of his neck and inhaling his sent.

It always loved the way he smelled but due to him sitting so close to the fire the previous night he also smelled like smoke. It was a strange mix of scents but it found comfort in it.

"You're not one to talk." Nikolai tiredly joked as he felt him take out its hair tie, scoffing softly as he scolded him. He knew he was right about it getting lice if it kept his hair tied up all the time.

Nikolai knew he loved its hair, he had always had a certain fascination for it and would braid it occasionally when it was asleep. It enjoyed the nights where he would braid its hair while they talked about their plans (for world domination).

“Do not scoff at me..!” Fyodor remarked, forcing back his smile to sound authoritive. He kissed Nikolai’s head.

“We should wash your hair soon, huh?”

"Mmm….later…."

Nikolai mumbled, pulling him closer. It was still so tired but it would let him wash his hair if he wanted. It did like when he would play with his hair as it calmed him down so it would definitely let him wash its hair.

“I can wait. You still sound tired.”

Fyodor moved his hand down Nikolai’s face, stroking down it’s cheek to hold it’s chin, turning it’s face toward him as his head cocked slightly to the side, curious of the sleepy expression he would see from his loved one.

“you look tired..endearing.”

"We can do it now if you want…" Nikolai mumbled, gently kissing his beloved's hand as he sat up.

"I need to get up anyways.." It mumbled as he rubbed its eyes, looking down at him with a sleepy smile.

”Okay then. The water should wake you up a little.”

He moved to get out of bed and stretch once again, turning to wait on Nikolai to get up as well.

“I’ll go get the water started dear, Just come when you’re ready.”

"Mhm…"

Nikolai hummed as he flopped back onto the bed, still tired but looking forward to spending quality time with Fyordor, even if all they did was wash each other's hair.

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A/N: This is as much as @chessandpunishment and I have written so far so as of now (11/29/24) this is the most recent part

[dckweed]

hello my loves, it's been a while since my last part for this series, and i just want to remind yall that these are going total AU, against the plot of stranger things and are totally going off of my own plots/imagination.

I know originally I was planning on only doing four but i think i might possibly turn it into five, y'all don't know this about me yet, but you'll soon find out that i can't leave good enough alone lmao, my brain goes wild i swear. im sorry these are taking so long, and im sorry that i havent gotten any new requests out yet, i honestly just haven't had the motivation!

anyway, i give you part three of the billy installment:

part one , part two

warnings: MINORS SAFE TO READ! mentions of trauma, mentions of abuse of children, billy being completely head over heels for reader, reader being a total love drunk brat for billy, papa hop goes mad bear..billy being a decent big brother

"..DADDY, PLEASE!.." billy hargrove x female!hopper!reader

Billy had stuck around that day, and for several days after, your father had made it very clear that he was welcome in the house, that he accepted the two of you being together, it made him feel comfortable, like he didn't have to hide anything.

He loves that the two of you could do something as simple as sit on the couch together now. While your father worked at night, the two of you had stayed up on the couch watching old movies, it was probably one of his favorite moments, and it made him smile to think of it. you had sprawled out on the couch, your head in his lap and he had just sat there, leaned against the cushions with his hand playing in your hair for hours as he listened to you laugh at the corny lines coming from the television set.

He looked down at you occasionally, the light from the television coloring your face as it played. He couldn't help but smile lovingly at you and imagine himself in a few years down the road with you, maybe married and in your own home..he wanted to take you to california to see where he was at his happiest, hell he even had thoughts of you with a couple of little ones running around, you round and pregnant, another on the way.

fuck, he thought, i really am in love with her..he couldn't help but smile at the thought though. The night had ended with you falling asleep in his lap, carefully he scoops you up and stands, carrying you gently to your new bedroom.

He had kissed your head gently when he laid you down, covering you up with your comforter. He had gone home when he knew his father wasn't there and had grabbed a few pieces of clothes, you wore his tshirt and he couldn't help but admire it. He sighed, grabbing his keys off of your dresser. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him, he didn't want to leave, he felt safe here with you and your father, hell he even liked your sister, she was weird but he thought she was cool. he knew he needed to go back though, Max could only over for him for so long.

Reluctantly he gives you a longing stare from your doorway, flipping the light off before closing your door, he even poked his head in on Eleven, who was sound asleep, before making his way to the front door and out to his car.

It was a long and quiet drive home, during which he smoked more cigarettes than he probably should have. He sat in his drive way for a few minutes, his nerves getting the best of him before he opened the door and made his way up to the porch, sliding his key into the lock.

"Well," He heard from the dark, his heart immediately starting to race in fear. He closed the door, knowing there was no turning back now, he had already walked into the lions den. "look who finally decided to come home from the whore's house."

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You were sound asleep, the early hours of the morning still dark and quiet, peaceful even, though that didn't stop you from waking up with a start, wondering if the noise you'd heard was in your sleep or if it had actually happened. You glanced over at the clock, it was just past midnight and Billy wasn't beside you, you knew he must have finally gone home.

You were just about to lay back down when you heard the sound again, a heavy pounding on the front door of your small house. Startled, you jump before you realize the urgency in it and hear a muffled call from outside. Quickly you rise to your feet, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and onto your rug covered floor, not bothering to stop and get your slippers or but on bottoms besides the panties you're wearing, it's not like Billy's shirt didn't cover everything anyway.

Eleven is poking her head out of her doorway as you rush by, looking at you confused. "Stay there." You say, the pounding coming again, it sounded like two fists and you still couldn't make out the voice. Quickly you rush through the living room, skirting around the small coffee table and turn the locks on the door, throwing it open just as the person raises their hand to knock.

"Billy?!" You ask, squinting into the dark. The porch light wasn't on but you could make out his face from the shadowy light of the moon. You see a dark mark on his face, and a panicked looked about his features, you scan the rest of his body with urgency, your eyes widening in surprise. "Max?!"

The girl had blood dribbling from her nose and lip, a small cut on her cheek as well and one of her eyes looked red and swollen. Quickly, horrified, you pull both of them in, the girl looks like she can barely stand on her own, Billy the one supporting her. You lead her to the couch and set her down, Billy just stands behind you, fidgeting nervously with his hands, running them through his hair several times.

"He hit her, he hit her and i didn't know what else to do or where else to go but I couldn't just leave her there she doesn't deserve that.." You hear him say, his voice thick with emotions. You knew that he and Max weren't the friendliest with each other, but you also knew that deep down Billy would never let anything happen to her, and you knew that he must be eating himself alive on the inside for this. "And it's all my fault.." The moment ran through his mind as he paced nervously, trying not to look at his stepsister laying on the couch, half conscious.

"She's not a whore dad," He had said, his voice cool though his blood boiled with rage. How dare he call you a whore, you, sweet and loving Y/N, how dare he even suggest that.

He hears him scoff, hears the lamp in the living room click back on. "She's a whore if I say she's a whore." He says, standing from the chair, his body shadowed by the dim light of the lamp glowing behind him as he stalked closer. "She's probably such a fucking whore that you got her knocked up huh? That's why youve been staying with her, is that it? Hm, Billy?"

Billy clenched his jaw, he couldn't let him talk about you like this. "Shut your fucking mouth." He had growled, his father stopped just before him, stunned by his son's words. He was angered though, he could tell by the way his body tensed and he braces himself for it, the impact of the first closed fisted blow, feel his cheek cut open as his father's ring scraped across the skin. He felt the blood drip down his face and slowly he turns his head to look at his father lips pursed.

"That knock some fucking sense into you?" His father asks, hands raised as if to go again. Billy snaps, he's fucking had enough. Why would he even come back here when he so obviously had a home with you and your family. Fuck, he was stupid for leaving. With a yell he lunges forward, fists flying. He catches the man in the face, connecting with his jaw, and then his eye, trying to knock him down. He trips over the rug in the living room after rushing the man backwards and his father takes it to his advantage, savagely beating his son as he kicks and stomps every inch of him that he can get his foot on.

Billy is curled in, trying to protect himself, he feels something snap in his side and he knows that something is broken. He yells in pain, trying to wrap is brain around how to get out of it, fuck, he didn't want to die this way, and with the way his father was going? He was surely trying to end his life.

He hears a door open, and footsteps come down the hallway. "Stop it!" He hears a voice yell, his father tells them to shut up and doesn't falter in the least on his barrage of kicks, landing a few good stomps to the back of his head. Billy can barely see from the pain at this point and groans. "Leave him alone! You're killing him!"

Suddenly, between his arms covering his face, he catches a glimpse of the long red hair flying, her legs wrapping around his father's waist as she tries to knock him backwards. It works, though only momentarily. The man stumbles, thrashing about as he tries to knock his stepdaughter off. Billy doesn't miss his chance, he clambers to his feet, his body groaning and burning with pain he hadn't felt before, but he stands anyway, tall and proud, arms raised to fight.

After merely a moment, his father knocks the girl off, turning around. Billy hears the sickening sound of his hand connecting with the girls face, smacking her hard enough to send her flying into the coffee table. He could see the blood already, he knew she would have a black eye.

"I told you to stay the fuck out of it, girl." His father sneers, looking down at her menacingly. "Now look at what you've done, guess I need to teach you some respect too, huh?"

Max groans, and Billy knows she's at least conscious. He looks over to her, watching his father turn back to him. "Leave her the fuck alone dad, this is between you and me." He grinds out, looking back at her as she starts to stand. "Maxine, get your ass up and go get in my car..you're not staying here."

He sees the girl stagger slowly to her feet, stumbling to the wall and leaning against it for support. Her upper head was bleeding, she must've hit it on the table. She nears the door, and his father with his chest heaving opens his mouth to yell at her, starting to move towards her. He manages to get his hand in her hair, yanking her backwards before slamming her head into the wall. "Don't you fucki-" He's cut short by Billy connecting with his middle, tackling him to the ground. They crash through the coffee table that Max had landed on, it breaks at the force of their weight, but it gives Billy the upper hand as he connects his fist to his father's face, repeatedly punching the man, one of his hands clutched tightly to his shirt to keep him from moving, he's bought Max enough time to get out.

After a few moments the man is clearly stunned, and Billy stops, letting his head drop as he lets go of his shirt. The man groans as Billy stands to his feet, staggering as he backs away, making his way to the door. "That knock some fucking sense into you, dad?" He sneers, mocking the man as he leaves the living room, slamming the front door closed behind him.

His vision is blurred, and he's unsteady on his feet when he gets into the car, but he looks over at the girl, his little sister as much as he hated it, and he knew he had to go. He reached over, letting his hand rub her hair, she was leaning against the glass, groaning. "You're gonna be okay, I promise I won't ever let him do that to you again..I'm so sorry, Max..so so sorry.." He says, taking his hand away from her head to start the car, punching on the gas to get them as far away as quickly as he could.

"Jesus Christ, Billy.." You breathe, listening to him talk. He looked worse than Max, and your only instinct was to take care of him but you could see how worked up he was over the girl, flinching every time he looked at her. You had El go get you some supplies from the bathroom and kitchen, a damp rag to clean up her face some ice for the bruised eye that was beginning to puff up.

It took only a few minutes to get her taken care of, and shes asleep before you even finish, though you know it's from her injury rather than actual tiredness. You order Eleven to sit with her, to keep an eye on her, tell her what to do incase she throws up before you make your way to Billy, who is still pacing, muttering about how it was his fault.

You step in front of him, and gently you grab his hands, squeezing them in yours and he stops, meeting your eyes. You see the emotion in them, and you can do nothing as you watch them well with tears. God, Billy Hargrove deserved so much fucking better than that piece of shit father of his. "Come, Billy, let's go to my room okay?"

Slowly you make your way to your room. You sit him on the bed, helping him adjust himself so he's leaned again the head board as you climb onto his lap, legs on either side of his thighs as you take his face in your hands, giving him a long, gentle kiss.

His hands go to your waist and you feel his body that was shaking from adrenaline, or maybe fear start to calm. He sighs when you pull away, his eyes closed. You sit up, taking in the damage to his face. You can just barely make out bruising in his hair line, and you hope that his whole head isn't bruised if it was true that his father had kicked him that brutally. His cheek is cut, not horribly deep. It's something you can easily take care of and you take some of your supplies and get to work, Billy's hands still on your waist, gripping you ever so tightly every once in a while.

Once you're finished you straiten up, he opens his eyes and looks at you, almost startled by the movement. He had slowly been falling asleep, your presence and your soothing, gentle hands working on him having lulled him in to a relaxed state. "I'm sorry baby," You say, giving him a small smile. "I need to take your shirt off.." Slowly, gently you raise the hem of his white undershirt, the only thing he had on, and you lift it up over his head and arms that he had helpfully raised for you, despite the pain.

You hiss out a breath, flinching at the sight of his torso. Every inch of his skin was one giant bruise, his entire torso covered in angry reddish-purple marks, more starting to blossom. You ran your hands over his chest and stomach, feeling him tense and grunt at the sensation. "Oh my god, Billy.." You moan, your eyes welling up with tears. How could someone do this to their own child, someone they were supposed to love and protect, to give life not try and take it? You didn't think you'd ever get the answer.

Billy watches you, his heart welling farther with the love that he so deeply felt for you as he watched you fuss and get emotional over his injuries. He knew then that he was really going to marry you, you were the only good thing to come out of Hawkins, you were his future, his reason to live. He couldn't wait to put a ring on your finger, just the thought of it had him going crazy on the inside. "That wasn't exactly the way I planned to have you moaning that tonight.." He smirks half heartedly, trying to ease the tension settling in the room. He didn't like seeing you this upset, especially over him, but he loves that you cared for him that much.

You chuckle, trying to hide a sniffle behind it as you wipe your eyes, bringing your hands back down to his body, this time going gently over his sides. He yells loudly in pain when you just barely brush over one of his ribs. His hands squeeze your hips tightly and he groans as he breathed through the blinding pain brining through his torso. You lean down, getting a closer look. You can just barely make out the break through his skin, nothing that one or two of his ribs were caved in just the slightest bit.

"Holy shit, Billy..he broke them." You say, your eyes welling with tears again. You didn't know what to do, but you knew he wouldnt want to go to the hospital, and you didn't want to take him without your father in case the abusive man showed up. You cleaned him up as best as he could, rubbing some muscle cream over his torso in hopes that he wouldnt be so sore, and after a while, once youve wrapped some large gauze around his middle as tightly as he could without hurting him, to help splint his rib cage, you get up.

"Come on, you ought to lay down, love.." You whisper, taking his hand as you help him slide down into the bed, gently taking off his boots and his pants for him before you cover him up with your comforter. "Let me go get you some aspirin, okay? Helps with swelling.."

You turn to leave but his hand stops you, you glance at him as he pulls you to him, pulling you downwards. He brings his hand up, grunting as he moves his ribs and brings it to the back of your head, pushing you down so that your lips meet his in a slow, passionate embrace. "I love you,Y/N.." He whispers when he pulls away, releasing you as well.

"I love you too.." You whisper back, kissing his forehead every so gently before rushing off to the kitchen in search of aspirin. By the time you make it back, he's already snoring loudly, head turned to the side on your pillows. You watch him for a moment, giving him a small affectionate smile as you set the medicine and water down in the coffee table.

You go back out to the living room. Glancing at the clock. "Dad will be home soon, I'm going to wait outside for him, okay?" You ask, going to start a pot of coffee in the kitchen, pulling your hair back.

"Y/N," You hear your sisters small voice, she was say next to her friend, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked up at you. You smile at her. "What's going to happen to them?"

"I don't know, for right now..they'll stay here, Dad won't let them go back, and I won't let him let them go back..he could have killed Billy.." You say, scooping the amount of coffee grounds you liked into the coffee maker. "He could have killed her, look at what he did with just a smack." You should have had his father taken care of a long time ago, you didn't want to interfere but now you didn't have a choice.

The water starts boiling and you hear it spurt out, watching as it turns the coffee grounds in to the hot, dark liquid you so desperately craved in this moment; you breathed in the aroma.

"Is she going to be okay?" She asks, coming to stand in the doorway of the kitchen as you lean against the counter. She had on a baggy sleep shirt and some sweat pants, she looked tired with her hair a mess. "Will Billy be okay?"

You give her a stiff nod, though you weren't too sure about Billy, he really needed to go to the hospital, you worried some of the bruising might have been from internal bleeding. "They'll be okay, Max will probably just have a bad bruise, maybe a mild concussion.." You say, pouring yourself a mug of the coffee as it stops brewing, blowing on it gently. "Billy..is a lot worse, his entire stomach is nothing but one big bruise..and his ribs are broken, and i think his scalp is bruised."

You could tell your sister wanted to cry, but you walked over to her and held her against your body. "They'll be okay, El, dad isn't going to let them leave." You say, reassuring her.

After a bit you make your way outside, you had put on some sweatpants to help combat the chilly air but the mug of coffee in your hands helped more than enough. You knew it was nearing four thirty, you had called in asked him to come home early and he had asked you to give him an hour. You did tell him why, all you'd said was that it was important.

True to his word, you heard the tires of his truck hit the gravel of the drive and saw his headlights flicker through the bushes. You stood from your position on the steps, raising the mug to your face as he parks the car, looking at him gravely as he gets out of the car.

"What's wrong?" He asks, noticing your face as he grabs his shot gun, he didn't like leaving it in the car. "Who died?..did someone actually die?" You sigh, turning to go up the steps, letting him follow you.

"Someone could have died.." You say under your breath, opening the front door quietly so as not to wake up Billy or Max. Jim sees her instantly, his mouth dropping open as he gives you a pointed look. Eleven sits next to her still, on high alert.

"Jesus, what happened?" He asks, looking down at her sadly. He didn't want to ask, but he had a feeling who had done it. "Is Billy here?"

You nod. "Yeah, and she's in a lot better shape than him." You say quietly, leading him down the hallway. The two of you stop in your open doorway, your bedside lamp the only thing illuminating the small room. Your dad's boots cause the floor to creak and Billy shifts in his sleep, groaning at the sound and the movement.

Jim steps in, inching closer to the bed as quietly as he could. He could see the bruises peeking out of the gauze wrapped around his torso, the cut on his cheek, he could even make out the bruising in his hairline. He turns to look at his daughter, "Jesus Christ, Y/N.." He whispers, looking back down at the boy.

"He broke his ribs, dad..I think he was trying to kill him, both of them..Max tried to stop it." You go into the details that Billy had told you, explaining to him how savagely his own father had beaten, how he had stomped on his head and the rest of his body with as much force as he could. How he had managed to get back up to save his sister, whom he had promised to never let it happen again. You told him the guilt he felt that the girl had been involved in the first place, you told him how he had been shaking in what you thought was fear until you finally got him in your arms, able to calm him down.

He was quiet for a moment, as he looks at Billy and back out towards the hallway. You can tell by the look in his that he's made his mind up about something, and fearing the worst you start babbling immediately.

"You can't send them back, daddy please, he's going to kill them and you know it." You say, pleading with your father to listen to you, tears in your eyes at the thought of having to send Max back, Billy was eighteen, he could do whatever he wanted, same as you, but Max? You were afraid that this opened a whole new world of hurt for her if you allowed her to walk back through the front door of that house.

You father puts one of his large hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you down. "Honey, I'm not letting them go back. It goes against my entire oath of I do." He says and you relax. "Here's what's going to happen, you did a good job, but they both need to go to the hospital so they can document the injuries as evidence against his father, ill call in to the station, get a couple ambulances out here, you're going to go with them, okay?"

You nod vigorously, happy that he saw your logic. Your father may seem like a rough asshole at times, but you knew he had the biggest soft spot in the world when it came to people who needed him, and those two? They needed him more than anything. "What about you?"

He cocks his shot gun with one hand, let a barrel into the chamber, he held a dangerous gleam in his eyes that you weren't totally sure you were fond of. "I'm going to pay Mr. Hargrove a visit."

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The ambulances came within half an hour, your father had already been gone upon their arrival having called it into the station before heading straight out the door, making sure his pistol and the shotgun were loaded in case Billy's father tried to get violent with him, not that he couldn't swat the man away with a flick of his wrist, but he'd rather have the fire power.

You let them into the house, telling Eleven to go back to her room. They took Max first, she was semi conscious, coherent enough to tell them her name and how old she was when they asked, and where it hurt the most. You watched them move her onto the stretcher and wheel her out, helping the next set of paramedics to your room with the stretcher as they came.

Billy was still passed out when they arrived, and quickly they had determined him unconscious upon trying to rouse him from sleep. One of the men turned to you as you tried to stay calm, what if you had waited too long?

"Honey, can you tell us his name?" He asks gently, stepping closer to you in the doorway as you watched his partner look him up and down, using his hands to check his bones. "Do you know what happened?"

You sniffle, watching tearfully. "His name is Billy, and the same thing that happened to his stepsister, only worse." You said, trying not to cry as you thought about it. "He um..he kicked the shit out of him..his entire stomach is nothing but one big bruise..maybe some of it from bleeding i don't know..his ribs are broken..and his entire scalp is bruising too..he said his father stomped on it." You said, the man nods once, his body tensing at your words. "He's eighteen if you need to know.."

He goes back to the bed to help his partner and they pull down the blankets, his partner points at the gauze around him and looks at you. "You do this?" You nod, hugging your arms to your body. He smiles at you. "Good work, smart girl..you clean up his face too?"

They checked him for a few more minutes before slipping an orange spinal board under him, just Incase his father kicked him hard enough to hurt his spine or neck, before they moved him to the stretcher, fastening him to it.

You see Eleven peek out of her door as they pass and you tell her to stay in her room, that you're going to go with them and to make sure to lock the door behind you as you shove your feet into your sandals and run after them.

The whole time in the ambulance, watching him lay there as they hooked him to different machines and asked you more questions, the only thing that you could think about was how much it pained you to know that he had lived like this, how much you loved him and wanted him to be safe with you and how much you wanted to hold him in your arms forever, you'd never thought about it before but you could definitely see yourself marrying him. You wouldn't tell him that, terrified that it would scare him off.

Everything happened so fast by the time you guys got to the hospital, you sat in the waiting room for a couple of hours, your father eventually joining you just as the sun started to peak high into the sky.

"Any news on them?" He asks quietly, he had changed from his work uniform so you knew he had to have stopped by the house. "Billy going to be okay?"

You shrug, emotional after having been left alone with your thoughts for so long. "He fractured his skull, dad..he's in surgery right now, they said he had a small internal bleed, they're trying to stop it and make sure nothing else is wrong." You choke out a sob, and your father engulfs you in his arms. You stay for a few moments, trying to calm yourself down, you could tell he was angered by the words and you couldn't blame him. "Max has a mild concussion, and he bruised her eye pretty good. She's awake and fine, but they're going to keep her a day or so they said."

"Good, that's good.." Jim breathed, relieved that the younger girl was okay, Eleven had asked repeatedly about her when he had come home to change. "I took care of their father for the time being, i made him pack up all of their clothes and things and then i arrested him, he's down at the station right now, and i dropped off their things at the house." You nod, giving his hand a squeeze as you reached for it, a silent thank you. "Eleven is unpacking Max's stuff, but I thought I'd let you and Billy handle his stuff."

You're about to answer when you're interrupted by a doctor stopping in front of the two of you, hands in his white coat. "Miss Hopper?" You look up at him, eyes hopeful. He gives you a small smile. "Your young man is going to be just fine, surgery went well and we stopped the bleed. He'll need to stay a few days or so to make sure nothing more happens, especially with his head injury."

You smile, happy years running down your face as you let out a choked noise. Your father squeezes your hand. The doctor smiles again. "He's awake, and he's quite insistently asking after you, you may go see him if you'd like, he's in the first room on the left, just around the corner, his sister as well." You don't say a word as you stand and rush to the door, running down the hallway. "To be young and feel a love like theirs.."

You find the room and rush in, moving the small privacy curtain out of your way. He lays in the bed closest to the window, Max in the one by the door. He looks up as you run in and you see his face change immediately as he holds his arms up to you. "Oh my god, Billy I thought you were going to die when they said you were bleeding inside.." You say, blubbering everywhere, your face a mess of tears and admittedly, some snot. "You were in surgery for so long I thought something bad had happened and i started panicking because how can the world take you from me right now?" You didn't know what you were saying, too focused on his hands cupping your face.

Billy made his mind up right then and there. He was going to marry you, maybe not soon, maybe a couple years down the road, but he was ready to ask you. He brushes your tears away with his thumbs, rubbing them under your eyes as you sniffle and try to calm down. He gives you a smile, despite the pain blooming through his body. "Hey, babygirl, im not going anywhere, not yet..you're stuck with me for a long, long time." He says quietly, not even caring that Max was seeing him like this. You nod at him, smiling. "I love you..now, kiss me you goof." You do as told, giving him a long, sweet kiss, though you pull away, trying not to lean on him too much. He sighs. "Now I'm happy.."

You chuckle, wiping your nose before looking over to the left, Max was slowly sliding off the bed, hospital gown tied around her. She shuffled over to the two of you. "Hey, how are you feeling?" You ask, but she goes right past you.

You watch her lean over Billy and engulf him in an awkward hug, her head on his chest as she tried not to press on him too much. Billy looks uncomfortable, unsure of what to do for a few moments but eventually he relaxes and brings a hand up to rub the back of her head. "I'm okay, kid..and it's honestly probably because of you so..thank you, Max.."

You thought the moment was sweet, and you were glad that the two seemed to be bonding, though it bothered you that it took the two of them being beaten to do it. You open your arms for her next, and she squeezed you tight. "Hey, you guys don't have to go back there okay? My dad arrested him, and he packed up all of your things..you'll be staying with us for now.." She squeezed you tighter a minute before letting go and going back to her bed.

You share a look with Billy. "You look tired." He says, a small tug at his lips. "Give me another kiss and then go home, okay? You need to rest.." You don't argue, you're just glad that he's okay. You do as he says, you give him another kiss, a longer one this time and you even give Max a peck on the head too. "Y/N.." You look at him over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. "..can you send your dad in? I need to talk to him."

Your dad seems surprised, but goes as told. You wait for him in the waiting room, pacing.

Jim makes his way to the room, poking his head in. "You look like shit." He says, stepping in. Billy chuckles, but winces. "Bet that hurts, I'm sorry." He stands in front of the bed, giving a small smile to Max, who is busy trying to figure out the television.

"Sir, I know you probably think it's too soon, and maybe it is, but.." He takes in a deep breath, and Jim puts his hands on his hips, he had a nervous feeling about this. "..I want to marry your daughter.."

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