#it’s kinda sad and I’m worried I’ll never find the one

[sickficsaturn]

My fascination with caretaking and whump definitely spawned from the fact that I’ve always had terrible health and constantly daydream that one day I’ll find a sweetheart that doesn’t mind that I’m far from the manliest thing in the world and will take such good care of me…

Like oh, you care about me so much that you’ll remind me to bundle up and wear a jacket today because it’s cold as hell?

You care about me so much that you ask me if I’ve eaten or drank enough water today because you know I’m not the best with this sort of thing?

You care about me so much that you tell me to relax, that I’ve worked hard enough today and should get some rest because you know I suck at taking care of myself despite knowing how fragile my health is?

We will have a spring wedding~ 🌸

[mylols16]

i think i’ve almost figured it out i don’t like dating people and i’ve kind of known that for awhile but just didn’t want to admit it to myself or anyone i guess but i think it’s just cus the type of relationship i like/want isn’t necessarily platonic or romantic but a third thing like i want to be close with you i want to kiss and cuddle and do some romantic things but i also want to be best friends and talk about the guy your dating or talk about the person i’ve been talking too and have sleepovers and send each other the most out of pocket shit but i want all of that in away that’s both platonic and romantic but at the same time not, like i want to be your best friend and keep that friendship but at the same time we can cuddle and kiss and hold hands and be more than just friends or dating we can just exist together

[fic-dumpster]

How would bonten be like meeting your family? Would they get along or not or even expose some stuff by accident?

Tbh, I think something could happen and it doesn’t go as planned. Let’s pretend for this scenario that Doe has a family… 😂 . Anyway, Anonie… sorry it’s years late but here we are trying. I just rewrote this so I’ll edit it later!

Bonten x reader

WC: 1320

TW: Fluff, revers harem, sad attempt at comedy, crackfic, fb!Mochi, gun, sappy/cliche ending, kinda uh… weird. It’s a mess.

You’ve been preparing this week’s dinner for almost two months. Arranging everyone’s schedules and thinking of ways to explain to your family how you have… more than one partner.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell your family about them. It’s just that the subject was never brought up before and your parents weren’t so concerned about prior relationships, but what you had right now was beginning to turn into something more serious.

So, yeah. Here you are waiting for your parents and the guys to arrive. Which turned into you having to distract your parents because nobody was home besides you and they were not picking up their phones.

You left messages to each one of them with phrases like…

“Sanzu Haruchiyo! I swear to whatever is holy to you that I will have you maimed and hanged when you get home!”

or

“Mikey!!! I will put all the sweets on the highest shelves and throw all the stools away! See how you’ll manage! And no boobs!”

or

“Kakucho? Baby? Please pick up… I’m worried.”

Well, you were fuming and trying your best to pretend everything was in order. Until you heard the door open and steps closing in. Finally someone!

But all your relief flew out of the window when you saw none other than Mochizuki Kanji walking towards you with a big smile on his face.

Oh, hell no… they were so dead. Each and every one of them was so dead.

“Honey!” You visibly tensed as you heard Mochi’s boisterous voice greet you like that.

“Mo-Mochi! Ho-honey!” And so playing along it was.

You were actually grateful at the end of the night. Mochi was such a great guy. You would have cried if you didn’t have to act too. He treated your family so nicely and your parents loved him.

Mochi had your dad enchanted with his baseball and stock market talk. Then your mom was so in love with him too. No complaints at the end. On the contrary, they were so proud of you for finally finding such a wonderful person.

As happy as you were for a successful dinner. You were internationally seething.

Once your parents left and the house was cleaned. You arched your eyebrow and directed an inquisitive look at Mochi.

“So?” You asked after a while.

“Something happened… I know, I know.” Mochi dragged his hands over his face and sighed. “You have every right to be mad, but let me ex—“

Just then, the sound of the door unlocking alerted you of their arrival, and multiple footsteps followed to confirm the quantity.

In a flash you had Mochi’s gun in hand, the poor man panicking after you and not even the devil himself could stop you now.

“Are any of you injured to the point of being at death’s door? Are you all alive and kicking?” You asked in a solemn voice. “Well?”

“We–we’re good…” said Kokonoi who was the closest to you watched a very worried Mochi stand behind you and shake his head in silence. Was he warning them not to do what?

“Good,” and with that, you pulled the gun that was too big for your hand.

A bunch of screams and alarmed voices came in from the seven men standing at your entrance.

“Baby— wait! Baby!”

“We– it’s not– Y/N!”

“Woah! Woah! Woah!”

“Y/N, put that down before you hurt yourself.”

So you took the safety off which earned you more screams and Sanzu hid behind Kokonoi, Rindou took cover in Ran’s back and Mikey was lost in the tumult of panicking men.

“Mochi why did you give her your gun!?!” Takeomi asked as he harshly pushed against the door by Sanzu trying to get as far away as possible from the barrel of your gun.

“I didn’t! She took it!”

“This is your fault!” Ran blamed it all on Sanzu. “You taught her how to use one! We were against it!”

“Shut up! All of you!” They all went quite deadly fast. “I had dinner with my boyfriend!” As you spoke, you moved the gun at each one of them and they all jumped back scared it would go off. Even Mikey was eyeing your shaking hand like a hawk. “So I don’t know who you all are! Go away!”

Again, you pointed the gun, they jumped and they also crushed Takeomi against the door for the tenth time. While the other screamed, Takeomi was grunting in pain at this point.

“Can we explain?” Kakucho asked with his hands up to show he surrendered.

“And you are?” You saw hurt flash in Kakucho’s eyes once your words were out, but you needed to stand your ground. They had done it this time. “Sure, explain unknown man.”

“But please can you put the gun down?” Kokonoi was sweating buckets from the way you waved the gun everywhere.

“I’m not gonna—“ and just like that it went off against the wall where the Haitani brothers stood. You heard Rindou screaming and Ran cursing every color of the rainbow.

You crossed eyes with each one of them and threw them a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, maybe I should put it down…” putting the safety back on, you handed it back to Mochi with a second apology in tow.

With your attention back to the group in your entrance you saw Rindou having a… moment…

“Oh my God! I almost died! Raaan! I saw my life flash through my eyes!” Rindou was crouched down hugging his brother’s leg. Said brother had a tired face on… like this was a common occurrence.

“Sanzu, this is your fault too,” Kokonoi added to the

“How is it my fault?!” Sanzu exclaimed with indignation and fury.

This calmed down after a bit. Reluctantly, you let them in and sat down to explain. You heard their excuses, the emergency at work and called bullshit until Mikey spoke last.

“We were scared.” He began with his signature seriousness and almost sad eyes. “Look at us. We aren’t the guys you take home to meet your mother.” As he kept talking, you saw how one by one they all turned their eyes away, sour looks and empty faces. One after another. “Mochi at least has the looks to pass as a normal civilian.”

You nodded, understanding where they were coming from. Pink, purple and white hair… tattoos all over their bodies… and scars… your heart broke for them. But your fury wasn’t gone just yet.

“And you think I care? You think I care what they think?” You stood up and walked over to Mikey, holding his shoulders tightly as you spoke. “If anyone, even my own family, speaks ill of any of you, I would have thrown them out. And never looked back. Understood? I… I have my own life here… a family… that we built together.”

Even if you wanted to add more to your speech, you weren’t able to. An avalanche of bodies suddenly rained down on you and the next thing Mikey saw was a cluster of bodies on his feet.

You could barely breathe under Rindou’s arm and probably Sanzu’s leg. Kakucho and Kokonoi tried to wrench them away but it was fruitless. Both were moaning and crying about the family they built with you. Ran facepalmed at his younger brother’s behavior but smiled nonetheless.

“Wait, where’s Takeomi?” You asked having not heard the man in a while.

“Here!” Everyone saw the eldest Bonten member at the kitchen counter with a first aid kit. “I’m just patching myself up.”

“But you said you weren’t injured?” You said from the floor and in between two sobbing men.

“I wasn’t…” Takeomi winced as he applied a bit more ointment. “yeah, having six people push you against a door was awful. 0/10 would not recommend.”

Meanwhile, Mochi cried in a corner as he saw his family happy together.

[car-o-line]

hi can I request tbhk characters finding out about their s/o's self destructive tendencies? Only if you're comfortable with it ofc!

You’re so kind!!☺️ okay hopefully I’m correct but I’m pretty sure this is about s/h or smth, and I'm happy to does these kinds of requests so no need to worry💕

WARNING: Self harm(reader)/suicidal tendencies(reader)

TBHK characters when they find out their s/o has harmful tendencies

Yashiro Nene:

You know hurting yourself was a bad thing, but it just was almost addicting.

You weren’t happy, but you were too scared to die so this was the next best thing.

Slapping yourself, all over done towards your once skin.

Nene, didn’t actually notice it for a while because she’s kinda oblivious.

But one fateful day, where she was going to hang out with her precious s/o,

She walked into the classroom after school just to she you scratching yourself til you bled.

She was immediately horrified, and so were you, you never intended her to see you in such a broken state.

Her eyes watered right on the spot, especially with pitiful look on your face.

She ran over towards you gushing on how wrong and awful this was.

“N/n-chan this is horrible! What makes you do this, are you sad, I can help you, do you need a hug, I’ll give you millions of hugs til you feel better!!!”

After that she would always be worried leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Told your parents to put you in therapy.

Hanako-kun:

You know how he has a knife to kill apparitions with?

Well you have a knife of your own.

A small pocket knife you keep inside your backpack.

Pain was one of your ways to cope, and you knew that all too well.

So sometimes when you’re about to lose your shit you somewhere alone and mark small or large cuts onto your hand.

At least you wear gloves, and it was also winter, so no one would question it.

You were cleaning the bathroom while Hanako was talking about something random when you accidentally got one of your gloves wet with the mop.

You shrugged it off and continued mopping when Hanako asked why you didn’t take your gloves off.

“Oh, I just don’t mind it.”

That’s all you thought to say when,

“I’ll just take those!”

He took your glove off.

You were frozen, there was no point to hide the cuts so why bother.

That was the first time you’ve ever seen Hanako with a negative emotion on his face.

As observant as he was he always thought your hands were just cold.

He reached his hand out and grabbed onto you bruised and injured hand while also removing the other glove.

Sadly it was the same result.

He knew what it was like to hurt, and he didn’t want you to go down the same path he did.

Quietly and somberly, he sat you down and got some gauze to wrap your hands.

He swore after that he’d make you have a happy life.

He checks on you more often even if it means hanging off your shoulder(which he’d do for free)

He adores you dearly and it hurts to see you so sad.

Minamoto Kou:

You didn’t like the thought of living, not when living itself was as bad as it is.

But you were horrified at the thought of death, so you decided to let out the pain another way.

Your father had cigarettes, literally everywhere. So it wasn’t too hard to just..grab one, light it, then press it onto your legs.

You had to cover them up though, so you wore pants/a long skirt to hide them.

He’s..not the most observant person so it’s just natural he wouldn’t notice til he saw it for himself.

It was a surprise, he was just going into the closet for some baking items when he saw you, on the ground , a small lighter and a cigarette in hand.

He literally thought you were smoking.

But when he took a closer look, that sorrow look in your eyes, the small burns on your leg, it seemed like something else.

“Hey! What are you doing to yourself!?”

He never really thought about the fact that you’ve acted odd lately, he wished he’d payed more attention to you, maybe that’d prevent this whole thing.

He felt a burning sensation in his eyes but he managed to help you and bring you to the nurses office.

He stayed with you the whole time, trying to make you feel comfortable.

He also took your lighter and cigarettes away. No more hurting your legs for you anymore.

But he also suggests(insists) for you to sleep over!

He’s worried sick if you’re alone by yourself, maybe making dangerous decisions.

Sousuke Mitsuba:

Your day suck really really bad, but you still didn’t understand what you were doing.

You didn’t know what you were doing, but every few seconds your head banged against the wall. Even with the pain almost being unbearable.

It didn’t take long for him to notice, surprisingly.

When he found you(looking for you to complain about stuff) he immediately covered his mouth to keep him from screaming.

Your head was bloodied, not all, but small strokes of blood went down your head.

He yelled at you to stop, but when you didn’t, he tried coaxing you into stopping.

Like an owner telling their dog to come back inside when they run away.

Eventually you did after realizing the gravity of what you were doing.

He grabbed your arm firmly but not hurting firm, then took you to Sakura.

He probably started to cry.

After all of that he made sure to check on you a bit more, instead of talking about his experiences all the time.

He also makes sure that someone is always in the same room as you, just for supervision.

Nanamine Sakura:

She’s observant so she’s probably figure it out rather quickly.

You liked shoving your arms or limbs into dangerous or slim areas. Even with going through said consequences.

Going through the squeezing of the two surfaces pressed against your limps just felt so nice.

Were you a masochist? Maybe, maybe not. Was it just adrenaline? Not sure.

You were one day pushing your arm into a tight space when you heard the broadcasting club door open.

When she found you her composure almost dropped but she swiftly grabbed your arm and pulled you over to a couch.

After that she watched you like a hawk.

You’re going to a fence? She’s going with you to make sure you don’t put your arms in the crevices.

Overall just a very worried mom-like gf

Yugi Tsukasa:

It’s honestly a miracle how you’ve managed to his this from him.

He’s up in your business 24/7 so there’s very little time to hide this from him.

Though when you do get a chance alone it’s horrible, you don’t know what to think, you wanted to live, but you think the pain is therapeutic.

So you coax yourself by scratching, hoping that you’ll pass by scratching your arms, legs, hands, really anywhere available.

It was easy to hide, you’ve always wore clothes to cover them up, until one day,

“Y/nnnnn what’s with the blood??? Did you play with a Mokke without me??”

You looked at your leg and saw a dry blood, your reaction didn’t set right with him so he waddled on over and squatted down to look at it.

Once he found out that you were doing this to yourself he honestly wasn’t that surprised. As energetic as he is, he’s still not stupid, like why are your clothes always so long? That’s weird.

He wasn’t sure what to think about your habit, he knew it wasn’t healthy, but at least no one’s making you do this. If they were, pray for them.

Though in the end he just told Sakura about it and she was petrified, why didn’t he tell her sooner????

Soon your marks faded and you didn’t add any new ones, he was happy because he knew it must’ve hurt.

[maxillness]

Talking Body || CL16 x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, insecure!Charles, virgin!Charles, talk about insecurities, slow burn(kinda), oral (M receiving), praise kink, sub!charles

Wordcount: 1.6k

I’m trying to start this new project I call ‘Music Monday’, which is basically where every Monday I post something inspired by a song, so if you have any song requests that would be appreciated 🙏

It had been one of those nights again last night. Where it had gotten heated between them, but Charles wanted to stop before they got too into the act

She was sad he wanted to stop, but she respected if it was because he wanted to wait until marriage

Even through they had never been intimate, or the fact she had never seen him shirtless, it didn’t matter, she loved him from the bottom of her heart. She had never loved anyone as much as she loved him

“Bebe, i’m sorry about last night” He came up behind her her, hugging her waist as he hid his face in the crook of her neck

She turned around to face him “It’s fine, Charles” She pecked his lips before he could protest “I understand that you want to wait” She assured him

“No, I don’t want to wait” Her face had a confused expression as he spoke “I don’t want to wait, it’s just that…” His words faded out as he looked into the ground

Her hand went to his jaw, making him look back up at her “What, Char?” Her voice was soft as she spoke to him

“Nothing. It’s stupid. Forget I ever said anything” He was about to turn around and walk out, but she pulled him back

“Nothing about you is stupid, baby” She caressed his cheek as she spoke and looked into his eyes

“It’s just that… I don’t know… I’m afraid you won’t look at me the same way after” His eyes fell back to the floor, afraid to look her in the eyes

“Charles, if this is about you being insecure about your body; don’t worry” His head turned towards her again “If I had the chance, I would fuck you all fucking night, no matter how you look” She hoped her words at comforted him in some kind of way

“But, how would you know for sure?” His voice was low and soft, filled with insecurity

“I promise you, baby, no matter how you look, you would be perfect under my touch” She looked up at him with confidence filled eyes

“And I understand if you’re not ready, I’ll be here whenever you are ready” She pecked his cheek before walking away from him to sit on the couch

He walked over to the couch as well. He laid down so his head was resting in her lap. He sighed as she started stroking his hair

His hand went to her thigh, and he started stroking her softly “I’m a virgin” She stoped her movements on his hair

“It doesn’t make me love you less, if that what’s your worried about” She said stroking his hair again

“Are you sure?” He sat up to sit close beside her “I mean, I’m 26 years old and I’m a virgin”

“It doesn’t matter. I find it kinda… Sweet” She caressed his cheek and pecked his lips

In one swift motion, Charles had pulled her into his lap. His arms snaked around her waist as he hid his face in the crook of her neck

She scraped his scalp with her nails when he started placing kisses on her shoulder and her neck

His hands went under her shirt, hiking it up to reveal she was only wearing panties under. He took his lips away from her skin, but only to capture her lips on his

His hand went to her ass as the kiss got more heated “Charles…” She pulled away from him to look him in the eyes “We don’t have to if you don’t want to”

“I want to, please” He bucked his hips up into hers to get some kind of pleasure out of it

“Are you sure?” She dünnt want step any of his boundaries, especially when they just talked about it

“I’m sure, please, mon amour” He whimpered when she got off of him to stand up “What are you doing?” He asked confused

“Your first time shouldn’t be on a couch, amour” She took his hand and pulled him up from the couch. He followed her into the bedroom

She closed the door with her foot as she pulled him down by his neck to kiss him. She guided him backwards pushing him lightly down on the bed when it the back of his legs

She got down on her knees to unbuckle his belt. His breath hitched as she zipped down his pants

“You can tell me to stop if you want” She said as she looked up at him

“Please, don’t stop” His words came out as a whine and it only turned her on even more

She kept looking up at him as her hands pulled down his pants and underwear. He bucked his hips up so she could pull them all the way down. He stepped out of the pants and she threw them to the side

She spread his legs further apart so she could get closer to him. Her hands went to his hips as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his inner thighs

His breath got louder and quicker and he gripped the sheets beneath him. Her nails digged into his skin as her mouth got closer to his cock

His loud breathing turned into whimpers and whines. He didn’t know what to do with himself. She had barely touched him, and he was already a complete mess

“Oh, baby. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already rolling your eyes into the back of your head” She taunted from beneath him

“Please, I need you so bad” He whined as his knuckles turned white from the grip on the sheets

She spit on her palm and spread it down his shaft. He moaned loud when her hand made contact with his cock

He bucked his hips, fucking her hand, but his movements was soon stopped by the overwhelming pleasure of her hand moving

Soon his moans were so loud she were sure the whole apartment complex could hear him, but she didn’t care in the moment, she only cared about him, and how much of a mess he was under her touch

It didn’t take long for him to start begging for her to go faster “Please, baby, more, please. I need more” He started fucking her hand again as she sped up

When he started twitching in her hand, she pulled off of him earning a groan from him, but he was quick to start moaning again when her mouth attached around him

She gagged every time he hit her throat, only giving him more pleasure and pulling him closer to his orgasm

Her nails scraped his skin up and down his sides which sent him over the edge and came down her throat

She swallowed before looking up at him “You okay, amour?” She asked soft kissing his knee

“Mhm” He nodded, no words forming in his throat

“You think you can handle more?” She asked kissing his other knee

“If it means you’re gonna fuck me, then yes” He said which made her chuckle

She stood up to now look down at him “Take off your shirt, Char” She saw the worry in his eyes “I promise you, baby, you’re perfect” She caressed her cheek before he took off his shirt and threw it on the floor

“Get further in on the bed” She told him, and as he did so, she pulled her shirt over her head and pulled her panties down

She stepped out of them and walked over to straddle him in the middle of the bed. His hands landed on her hips, his eyes taking in the sight of her naked body hovering over him

She leaned down, placing her weight into one of her hands placed beside his head. The other hand took his cock into her hand again

He whimpered at the feeling of her guiding his tip through her wet folds. They both moaned as he was aligned with her entrance

Their moans got loud as she went down on him slowly. She waited a little before moving, allowing herself to adjust to his size

His hands went to her ass as she started moving. Both of her hands were now placed on either side of his head, making her tits bounce against his chest at every movement

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, joli garçon” She leaning down to kiss his lips “A naked, moaning mess beneath me” Her words only made him moan louder

His hands went up and down her back, his nails digging into her skin which will most definitely leave red marks tomorrow

She could start to feel him twitch inside her, making her clench around him which earned her louder moans from him

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum again” His eyes were screwed shut and his back arched off of the bed, his hips bucked him meeting her thrusts

“Fucking cum for me, Char” A few thrusts and kisses to his chest and he came deep inside her which sent her over the edge as well

She had gotten them both cleaned up before they laid under the covers of the bed. His arms around her body and his head on her chest

“Thank you” He said soft, almost dozing off to sleep

“For what, mon amour?” She questioned him

“For making me feel comfortable about my body to do this” He said and she could feel his slight smile into her chest

“Of course, baby” She said kissing the top of his head

I'm so glad I wrote this two days ago, 'cause I'm too damn hangover to write properly today

[steddieas-shegoes]

what about dessert?

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'dessert'

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

rated t | 722 words | cw: eddie has some anxiety about being a good dad | tags: established relationship, surrogacy, fluff

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While they weren’t the ones actually having a baby, Steve and Eddie take Chrissy’s advice and decide to go on a babymoon before their new addition is here. Rory is at a friend’s house, and they’re at a nice dinner, enjoying steaks and scallops and the best truffle macaroni and cheese their money can buy.

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re doing this?” Eddie asks. “We aren’t the ones who are pushing a baby out of our bodies.”

“No, but we are the ones who will have absolutely no free time when the baby is here,” Steve responds with his mouth half full. The food is good, okay?

“Did you do this when you had Rory?” Eddie asks cautiously, maybe already knowing the answer.

“No,” Steve laughs. “Getting Elizabeth away from work would’ve been impossible. I didn’t even try.”

Eddie doesn’t let his sadness over what Steve had to go through linger, not now when they’re supposed to be enjoying this time together. He does let some of the anger sit in his chest, though. He may never completely let the anger go, even if Steve insists he should.

“I’m kinda nervous,” Eddie admits. It’s not the first time he’s said it. He’s been nervous the entire time. Sure, he’s helped raise Rory for the last few years, but she was already past the hardest parts. This is new territory for him. “I don’t know how you did any of this alone.”

“Well, no one is really completely alone, ya know? I had Robin after a while. And neighbors and friends once were here. And I was part of a single parent group when she was a toddler. You’re gonna be just fine, baby,” Steve explains before taking another bite.

He doesn’t seem nervous at all, but that’s probably because he’s done this before. He’s changed diapers and had to stay up all night with a sick baby and had to kiss boo boos.

“Are you worried?”

“About having a baby?” Steve asks, finally dropping his fork and giving Eddie all his attention.

“Just…I mean I know I won’t be bad at it. I guess I just worry that I won’t be good enough for you. You’re kind of a superhero dad.”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes as he tries to find something to say.

“Are you interested in any dessert this evening?” Their waitress interrupts.

She’s smiling down at them, but quickly seems to sense the tension, and drops the smile slowly.

Eddie smiles back at her, though. “We’d love a piece of the chocolate cheesecake, please.”

The waitress gives him a quick smile and nod, and quickly leaves the table.

“Why would you think you aren’t good enough for me?” Steve asks.

“You just…you’re you. You’re so great at being a dad. It’s so easy for you and I think I’ll have to try a lot harder to be even okay at it. It’s not gonna be as natural for me.”

“Eddie, you’re gonna be great. You already are with Rory.”

Eddie’s phone vibrates in his pocket, but he assumes it’s probably just a couple of texts coming through. Service at the restaurant has been spotty.

“I just-”

It’s not texts, it’s definitely a call.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“Robin’s calling.” Steve nods to tell him to answer it. “Hey. What? Okay. Wait. And she’s- okay. Well, we just ordered dessert, but-” Eddie pales. “Right. Be there as soon as we can.”

Steve is already waving over the nearest staff, asking for the bill even though he didn’t hear the other side of the conversation.

“But our dessert…” Eddie says instead of telling him anything about the phone call.

“I’ll get you a cheesecake at the hospital,” Steve smirks.

“How’d you know Chrissy’s in labor?”

“Because you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“Good point.”

Steve stands and grabs his hand, tugging him to his feet as the waitress comes rushing over with the bill.

“You ready to be the best dad?” Steve asks.

“Only if you’re with me.”

“I boxed up your dessert!” The waitress exclaims, handing Eddie a box and Steve the bill. “I hope everything is okay!”

Steve quickly adds a tip and signs the receipt, smiling at her as he hands it back over.

“Everything is perfect.”

[mattsturnioloismylordandsaviour]

BETTER THAN ME? - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and matt are having a wholesome movie night when he leaves to go to the shops for more snacks, while he’s away, chris takes advantage of your alone time

Warnings: smut, disloyalty, cheating, sneaking, Chris x reader, dom!chris , innocent!reader nicknames include: baby, daddy, sweetheart, princess,

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You and Matt are cuddling up in a bed fort you made in the living room, watching a cute romcom and enjoying eachothers company. you reach for the popcorn bucket, your eyes on the screen as you feel your fingers touch the coldness of the empty ceramic. “we’re outta popcorn, babe” you turn to matt, with a sad expression on your face. “i’ll just go get more don’t worry sweetie, do you want some more treats as well?” he asks you, walking down the stairs to the front door — waiting for your response “mhmm”. “alright, love you!” as he closes the door behind him.

the tv is paused and you’re getting bored without him, it’s only been five minutes. you scroll on tiktok, lying on your side as you hear faint footsteps coming up the stairs behind you. you glance over, not being able to see a thing in the dark kitchen. “chris?” you let out, squinting your eyes to see if it was him. “oh hey y/n. watcha up to?” he asks, turning on his phone flashlight to retrieve a cold pepsi from the fridge. “me and matt were watching a movie but, he left to get some more food.”

“oh really? what movie are ya watching?” chris asks, intriguingly walking close to you laying underneath the covers. he almost trips over the blankets, but manages to find a seat next to you. you look at him, the tv screen shining a faint light on his face. you never realised how similar him and matt look. “uh—i don’t know just a lighthearted one matt likes.” “do you like it though?” he asks, still looking you dead in the eyes. “well, kinda . i don’t know — why?”

“you just don’t seem like the lighthearted type. y’know? like you’d be into something a little more naughty.” what did he mean by that? why was your boyfriends brother talking to you this way and why did you like it? you both sat in silence for a couple seconds, before chris came up with another question. “tell me if this is too forward y/n, but what do you and matt get up to?” he asks and your mind goes blank. “well- if i’m being honest we never do much. we’ve only ever shared small kisses and whenever there is tension he cuts it off.” you confess to chris, confused on why you were telling him all of this and not ignoring him.

“he doesn’t make you feel good? ever?” you can sense his body inching closer to you, and his hot breath lingering above your neck, waiting for a response. “n-no.. chris-“ he cuts you off. “why don’t i show you? how matt should make you feel when he stops acting like a pussy and treats you how you’re supposed to be treated.” his hand moves your hair from in front of your face and tucks it behind your ears. “chris… he’ll be home in fifteen minutes we can’t…”

“relax, princess. i’ll be careful, we won’t be caught.” he grabs the blanket covering your bottom half, and dives under. you’re getting nervous, wondering how long chris was waiting for a moment to do this. he pulls down your sweats, and uses his hands to spread your legs carefully. “just relax, alright? put your head back.” he instructs, and you slowly lean back as he pulls your panties to the side. you place your hand on his head underneath the blanket. his tongue was like magic, flicking over your bundle of nerves. he’s so good at this. even though i have a boyfriend, i never want this to stop.

he pushes his face further into your throbbing core, picking up the pace as he twirls and swists his tongue in between your folds, letting out deep moans that send vibrations through your body. “c-chris.” “you taste so good baby. matt’s missing out.” he pushes his tongue further down your heat, making room to rub his thumb on top of your clit. his actions get more passionate, and his finger pushes harder onto your hot cunt.

“chris, i-im gonna cum!” you let out, tightening your grip on the sheets beneath you. “cum all over my tongue baby, let go.” chris says inbetween soft moans and grunts. suddenly, your whole body is taken over with an amazing sensation, your hot juice spilling onto chris’s tongue, your thighs clenching resulting in almost crushing his head. he kisses your soaking wet pussy, licking your juices clean. he comes up from the blanket, smiling and crashing his body on top of yours.

he’s kissing your neck as you relentlessly moan, thankfully nobody else is home so you can be as loud as you want “chris…” “i bet’ya matt couldn’t do this, could he pretty girl?” both of your lips crash into eachother, his tongue painting your mouth with your own cum. “you like how you taste, huh?” he says inbetween the passionate kiss. you let out a moan “mhmm”. his hand lowers, down onto your throbbing heat, still a little sensitive from his tongue destroying it. he starts fingering you, placing his middle finger and ring finger into your walls, and using his thumb to rub on your bundle of loose nerves. “c-chris i cant, not again…”

“yes you can, i know you can sweetheart.” his fingers start to rapidly enter and exit your core. he stops kissing you, and sits back so he can watch you, watch your face as he makes you cum for the second time in the last 5 minutes. he looks so hot in the dim lighting, his messy hair partly covering his eyes that never left yours. the eye contact is broken by you squeezing your eyes closed, his veiny hand pumping in and out of your pussy. “i-i’m close!” “good girl, cum for me. cum for daddy.”

that nickname made you lose it. your hot liquid covered chris’s fingers as your body slowly shook up and down. “chris… what the fuck… mmhm” he brings his finger up and licks them clean, looking you dead in the eye with a massive smile on his face. “so… what’d you think?” he looked at you, desperate for approval. “that was fucking amazing chris.” “better than matt could do y’think?”could matt do better? why had you never realised you liked chris this way? will matt find out?

you pulled your panties, and sweats back on as chris watched you with sexy eyes. “your so beautiful.” he lets out, looking you up and down. “chris… i’m dating matt. how could we do this to him.” “ts’not my fault he couldn’t make you feel as good as i can, maybe he shoulda caught up. no?” “i-i mean i suppose…” your phone lights up. its a text from matt.

hey baby, i’m just driving up to the housee 🩷

shit.

“chris! he just messaged me, he’s like right in front of the house!” “oh shit,” he kisses you once more “see you later baby.” he runs around to his stairs and winks at you before he disappears behind the wall. the door opens “i’m home!” matt yells. “hey babe…”

ILL BE MAKING PART 2 OF THIS MAYBE EVEN PART 3 IDKK

[kakujis]

do you love me? 2;

synposis: they wake you up at 3am to ask if you love them. pt 1 here. 3 + 4

warnings: gn!reader, clingy bfs, no set timeline, kazutora's is a lil sad, insecurities, implications of cheating(there is none tho). not proofread!

feat: kakucho, kazutora, izana.

a/n: after i wrote the first part, i wanted to do the same thing but switched! this is the most flowery, fluttery, butterflies searching for a drink type beat drabble i've ever written. i haven't written like this in a while soo i hope it makes sense lol. the tone of kaku's is a lil different because i started his first oops! also big ty to @fuyuluvr for helping me finish izana's bit. ♡

kakucho had never once doubted you, not when you’ve told him he’s the sun and the moon and the reason why the stars gather in the night sky, cheesy words always getting a hot blush on his face. how could he, when you’ve barreled through the doors of your shared apartment to jump into his waiting arms, peppering kisses along his jaw, whines of “i missed you! i missed you!”. 

but it’s hard lately when he finds you and rindou with hushed voices at the gym, sitting on a bench, sheepish grins on your faces when he approaches to ask what the two of you have been talking about. 

“nothing!” you exclaimed, slipping your phone back into your pocket, scooting farther from the blonde beside you. “i’m gonna head out okay? i’ll see you later.” you exchanged one more glance with rin who nodded to you. kakucho remembers the surprised look on your face, when he pulled you into a particularly tight hug pressing his lips to your forehead, “see you at home,” you said, eyes softened before breaking free and walking out. 

he tried his best to not pry throughout his workout, tried his best to not get angry when rindou asked, “you alright?” when he noticed the particularly quick responses that kakucho was throwing at him. 

“yeah, i’m fine.” he assured, fighting the urge to accuse his friend of anything nefarious. but man was it hard with this little nail in his heart hammering away at his insecurities and worst fears. maybe it was time to take izana’s advice and “just ask them about it.” 

and that’s how he ended up here, sitting awake at 3am listening to the tick of a clock. even in your sleep you clung on to him, drooling and snoring on his arm. 

gently, he reaches over to shake your shoulder. the shift made you cling harder, eliciting a whine from your sleepy state. kakucho chuckles, before he shakes a little bit harder, already feeling a little silly at his concerns. 

“you awake yet?” he asks when you finally start to blink your eyes and glance up at him. 

“hi,” you yawn, using your hand to wipe at your drool, “what time is it?” you prop yourself up, squinting at the clock on the wall. 

“like 3am.” he says, unable to hold back the smile on his face as he studies your sleepy expression.  

“hmm? why are we awake then?” you yawn again, droopy lids starting to fall again, but kakucho stops you before you’re able to fall asleep. 

“wait,” he mutters, pulling you up so that you’re pressed against his chest and facing him. he places his hands on the sides of your cheeks, staring straight into your drowsy eyes. “do you love me?” 

the question catches you off guard, you’ve never seen him so serious before. there’s a crease in his brow and his heterochromatic eyes hold something like worry, something that’s scared, as if you’d say no. 

you blink off the sleep that once riddled your bones before scowling, “kaku.. what kinda question is that? of course i love you.” you assert, squirming until you’re straddling him. you place your hands on top of his own, prying one down to lace with your fingers. “why?” 

he looks away, burning under your gaze, “it’s nothin’,” he mumbles, dropping his other hand from your face. but since you’re fully awake now, the haze of sleep gone, you catch on fast, the wheels in your head rewinding back to earlier that day at the gym.

“ohh,” you hum, removing your hand from his and cupping his face this time so that he’ll look at you. “is this because of earlier? with rindou?” 

“maybe..” he says, eyes darting away from yours, “it’s just weird you don’t want me to hear what you two are talking about and it’s also not the first time so...” 

you sigh, climbing off of him and reaching over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to grab your phone. settling back next to him, you unlock the screen and click on your messages. you wiggle your phone at him adding, “i’ve got nothing to hide, see?” before you open the texts with rindou:

y/n: HEY

rindou 🙄: hi

y/n: IS PROJECT KAKUCHO STILL A GO??

rindou 🙄: project kakucho??? 

y/n: dont tell me u forgot… his birthday is coming up!!!

the conversation continues with the plans the two of you had made specifically for kakucho’s birthday, the venue, the people invited, what kind of cake you should get, etc. you scroll slowly, periodically glancing up at your boyfriend as the blush on his face deepens. probably from a mixture of embarrassment and the way every mention of his name has some type of adjective describing how cute he is. 

“see? i wanted to surprise you.” you say, beginning to hand the phone over, “you can scroll up even earlier if you want.” 

“no, i trust you…” he says before taking your phone and putting it down on the nightstand. “sorry, that was sort of stupid of me.” honestly, he had completely forgotten about the occasion, it was just another day for him. 

you shake your head, “well.. i can’t blame you. if i’m thinking about it from your perspective, i’d probably be a little suspicious too.” 

he blinks, caught off guard by the way you agreed without a hint of sarcasm. “really?” 

you nod, “yup… especially if i didn’t trust my partner, cmon now! rindou?” you tease and he groans out another “sorry.” 

“couldn’t you have thought i had a crush on one of your cute friends?” you scoff, crossing your arms. 

“rindou is cute though.” he says quickly and matter of fact, not really processing what he’s just said. 

“huh?”

“he’s… y’know, he’s good looking.” he repeats, gesturing with his hands and glancing down at you. your face is unreadable as you take in the information, those little gears in your head turning again. 

“hm. well, if he’s so good looking then you should totally date him.” you joke, trying your best to keep a straight face. 

“that’s not what i meant!” kakucho exclaims, running his hands down his face and you laugh. 

“gimme my phone, i’ll set you up.♡” you chime, holding your hand out. “besides i think he’s into you too! totally checks you out at the gym.” 

“can you stop?!” 

kazutora: 

kazutora has an annoying little habit, where he doubts if you really love him, which culminates in late night questioning. you’ve assured him many times before that you don’t mind, you’ll tell him as many times as he wants and you’ll reassure him whenever he’s doubtful, but he hates it. this little worm of insecurity that digs its way through his stomach, his chest, until it makes it up into his brain, shaking and bouncing off it’s walls until he can’t take it anymore. 

he hates this feeling, more so because he knows it’s stupid, he knows there’s no reason for it, there’s never been any indication for it and yet, he still cries or lashes out because of it. like maybe he's not that good of a person, maybe he's not what you need, and maybe he'll never be enough. what better time for insecurity to sink it’s fangs in than the dead of night? 

he rolls over, cheek squished against the pillow. reaching over to quickly pull you closer to him, back against his chest. you shift a little, rousing out of sleep, tilting your head up towards his with a little curl of a smile. it’s so easy to read him now and pick up on his mood changes, but you think nothing negative, instead feeling warm that sometimes he’s so vulnerable with you, searching for his security like a child looking for their favorite blanket. 

“hi tora,” you mumble, voice heavily laced with sleep, “what’s wrong baby?” he doesn’t answer at first, the only response to you being an even tighter squeeze under his muscled arms. you respond back, wriggling under his touch, pressing so far into him it’s as if the two of you are trying to mold together and become one. 

“do you love me?” he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper. 

“i’ve never loved anything more,” you proclaim and kazutora gives a little needy whine while his hands start to wander up the expanse of your skin and you giggle as his touch tickles you under the sheets. 

“you’d pick me every time?” he asks, the heaviness in his heart lightening with each breathy giggle of “that tickles!” but it’s his way of comforting himself, whether it’s running his hands over your bare skin or inserting them into your jacket pockets while he holds you from behind, kazutora finds solace in the warmth of your body. 

“mhm! every time, without a doubt! now stop!” you say in between laughs, desperately trying to push his hands off of you but he’s stronger, hands curling into the plush fat of your side and you yelp. “toraa!” 

“hmm?” he teases, continuing his relentless assault. but the way you’re kicking and squirming has his hold on you weakening. you’re unable to fully control your movement, thrashing as your elbow flies back, hitting him right in the stomach. “ow, fuck!” he groans, releasing you and rolling over. he grimaces as he places a hand where you hit him, curling inwardly on himself. 

out of breath, you roll onto your knees, sitting up while you scoot closer to him. one hand rests on your side, aching from your previous uncontrollable laughter. 

“not my fault.” you pant when he glances up at you with puppy dog eyes. “i told you to stop.” you roll your eyes at him, but the pout gracing his face persists and you give in. you bend over, brushing away stray blonde locks from his face before you bend down and give him a kiss. “sorry.” 

“s’okay,” he grins, eyes crinkling as he pulls you back down into his embrace. there’s a few minutes of silence, the only noise being the occasional swivel of fabric underneath your feet as readjust every so often. “you really meant it, right?” he asks, breaking through the silence, that pesky little worm still rearing it’s ugly head in his thoughts.

“every word.” you reply, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. you place a finger on his lips as you continue, hoping to dispel the rest of his worries. “in any dimension, in any lifetime. if i could live a thousand lives, i’d pick you every time.” 

he blinks before he’s pushing your head down to rest on his chest. there’s no vocal response, instead only the tremble of his body as his grip on you turns crushing, one hand’s fingers intertwined with the tresses of your hair. you realize now that it was due to his embarrassment, a silent plea to just this once, not look at him as his relief spills out as fat, droplet tears that run down his face and onto yours. but it’s okay, you’ve always embraced the rain. 

izana:

izana thinks its insane every time you pull at the that strings that hold together his weary heart. but you pluck at them with each call of his name that rolls off your tongue like a siren call, entrancing and pulling him towards you and only you. with those vibrations he seeks you like a moth to a flame, fluttering towards your light and basking in the glow. 

heavy and sluggish, he trudges up the stairs to your shared apartment inwardly cursing about how late it is. the plan is to take a shower and get in bed as quietly and quickly as possible. you’re definitely asleep by now, so he tries his best to enter silently, not wanting to wake you. but as he tiptoes into your bedroom, the sight of you asleep huddled under the covers as you hug izana’s pillow has him falling onto the bed, gently taking the pillow from your arms and replacing it with himself. 

you scrunch your face as you awaken, heavy lidded eyes blinking and adjusting to the blurry image of izana before you. pretty lavender eyes watch you with a small upturned grin that grows wider at your, “mm?” the chirrup of your voice like the birdsongs in the morning. izana thinks you’re the prettiest melody, better than any song on the radio or classical composition. 

“good morning.” he says and you tilt your head quizzically, squinting at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the lull of sleep still beckoning you over. 

“it’s 3am, zana,” you whine when you read the red blink of numbers, trying to roll over but he holds you still, arms wrapped around your hips. 

he shrugs, a smirk on his face. “and?” 

“and i was sleeping.” you mumble, irritation lacing through your voice before frowning and closing your eyes. 

the quirk of his grin falls, settling into a line, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. he knows he came home late and he knows it’s probably annoying to be woken up, yet he was hoping you’d still be excited to see him, to be with him.

“do you love me?” he asks, knowing it’s a dumb question. your reaction is normal, but being around you makes him feel abnormal, and he’s so greedy for everything you’ve got. he thinks you’ll reprimand him again for keeping you awake, but instead you hum when he starts to caress your face, the pad of his thumb running over your skin in airy strokes.

“mhm. i love, love you.” you reply, happily keening up into his touch, pressing your cheek further into his hand. 

“say it again,” he says and you open one eye, quirking an eyebrow. you almost say, “really?” but the insecurity dancing in his eyes stops you and you comply.

“i love you.” you say again, a little louder this time. 

“again.” he commands.

“izana..” you huff. you know him, this could go on for hours if you gave in. 

“just one more time, please?” he pleads hanging onto his last word. he’s never told you, but this is his favorite song, the kind that always gets stuck on replay in his head. the one that he puts on to comfort him when the outside noise of daily life is a little too loud. 

“i love you.” you sigh, conceding and punctuating it with a quick peck on his lips and he grins. “happy now?” 

he nods, “i’ll never get tired of hearing that.” he presses a kiss to your cheek, letting you settle back into a more comfortable position. you lay with your back to his chest, as he cages you from behind. “now get some sleep, its late.” 

you’re quick to look back at him, eye brow raised in disbelief.  “you’re literally the one who woke me up?” 

“shh, that doesn’t matter, just go to sleep.” 

“but-“ 

“good night, love.” he interrupts, thinking that he should record it the next time you sing him such a pretty number. 

[lovingbini]

beautiful coincidences

seok matthew x female!reader | meet cute | fluff, suggestive, slight making out a/n: i believe y'all know exactly what visual of matthew i'm talking about, right? right? *** you and matthew met at a clothing store when you reached for the same jacket. what happened was what one knows of interest at first sight. eyebrows raised, you waited for him to let go – well, he didn’t.

“alright, give me a reason why i should let you get it,” he said, a smile on his face.

“i can give you two, actually,” you dared. “first of all, i have something this weekend that demands this jacket. second, it will look better on me, respectfully.”

matthew gasped, but the smile never left his beautiful features. he took it as a green light to take a good look on your body, making your eyes slightly pop with such audacity.

“right, i admit you’re gorgeous and have a good styling. but it’s actually my birthday this saturday…” he pouted. “you wouldn’t ruin that by leaving with my favorite jacket, would you?”

you had to laugh.

“that’s funny, ‘cause the something i have this weekend is precisely my birthday party.”

“okay, no need to clown me!”

“i’m not! i’ve been planning this outfit for a while, but just got the money for it yesterday.”

matthew bites his lower lip, contemplating. you have a basket from the store with more clothes, which he acknowledges they match the jacket both of you are still holding.

“maybe we could celebrate together after our parties, what do you think? i could use an apology for making me so so sad.”

you smile once again, unable to resist the charms of the man in front of you.

“yeah, poor sad man, what’s your name again?”

“matthew, yours?”

“i’m y/n. now maybe you should give me your number and i’ll analyze your proposal ‘till saturday, is that alright?”

“perfect for me.” he grins.

***

the bar downtown had lounges on the third floor with a view of the city. you rented one of the spaces to spend the night with your loved ones with no worries. it worked so well that your friends were already planning the next events to be in that same room. the place had a glass wall that allowed you to watch the hallway to be aware of anything that was happening outside.

that’s when you saw him.

matthew was standing on the other side of the building – a cup in his hand, hair slicked back and a jacket that looked exactly like yours. he was talking to what seemed to be his funniest friend; his beautiful smile was out for the world to witness, for you to remember how you didn’t text him at all.

it wasn’t on purpose, really. you just got busy with the preparations and ended up leaving it for later – a later that didn’t come.

sensing he’s being watched, matthew looks around and finds you on the other end. tilting his head to the side, his smile changes. he cheers on you with his almost empty glass, you return the action and sign him to meet you in the hallway.

“well, look who wasn’t lying,” he teases while getting closer. “somehow, i don’t see you wearing that so very demanded jacket…”

you hold a smile.

“it was getting kinda hot in there, but i can put it back if you prefer.”

“oh, no, i wouldn’t tell you to do anything you don’t want to. but i can’t lie and say i don’t enjoy this view even more.” there he goes again, scanning you up and down.

“sorry i didn’t text you, things became pretty hectic the last couple days.”

“nah, it’s fine. guess we can seize the moment right now. keep that communication going with no rush this time.”

and you do. the hours pass while you talk about trivial stuff, making sure to be interested in every aspect of each others lives. matthew’s not only handsome and charismatic, he's also part of the production team from a company you know very well — you were invited to work with them for a promotion but the schedules didn't match after all. what did match, though, was the both of you.

the way you laughed in sync, the way you looked at each other with so much attention and curiosity, the way the slightest touches made you two waver. you wish you would've met sooner, but on the other hand, getting to know each other in a place full of people who cherished you and knew how to have fun— oh, that was perfect.

later, when matthew found a more private space to enjoy your presence, you found yourself pretty comfortable on his lap. his kisses were addicting, his hands pressed your curves in ways you could just imagine. first, he was very attentive of your reactions, second, you were the most obvious woman on earth. nevertheless, it was working, matthew’s smoking hot and eager to show his every move. through the few sane thoughts still roaming in your mind, you couldn’t stop the willingness of taking him back home with you.

“wait, i need to pee,” you say, suddenly.

“like in a kinky way, or something?”

“no, what the hell!”

you burst out laughing and hide your face in his neck. matthew pats you in the back, waiting for a real answer.

“i’m serious. i kind of grinded on you in a way that hurt a bit, so it reminded me i’m here kissing you for a long time now.”

“okay, so go relieve yourself and i’ll be right here, waiting to be grinded on for another long time.”

you kiss him again, biting his lower lip as a punishment, but of course he moaned.

“you’ll be a nightmare to handle, matthew.”

“glad to know we have plans together for the next couple days.”

[strniohoeee]

Hi love!! I need some heartbreaking angst pleaseee! Not exactly sure what for the plot but something super sad please 😭😭

Wonderwall

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N can’t fathom opening up to someone like Chris. A man who’s so head over heels for her. Once he gets her to let those walls down in her heart he knows she’ll be the one for him. But sometimes life gets in the way and things happen…♠️

Warnings⚠️: Mentions of drug abuse (slightly), talks of death, talks of injuries, mentions of smoking and drinking. This is also told in Chris’ POV.

Songs for imagine: Wonderwall- Oasis, All I Need To Hear- The 1975

Because maybe

You’re gonna be

The one that saves me

And after all

You’re my Wonderwall

Many nights I chased after you in the darkness of the night. Flying down empty streets and coming back home to empty sheets. Chasing a high I hadn’t been able to feel again in a long time.

I picked up terrible habits, drinking and smoking here and there. Sitting in the dark for days on end without moving. My eyes bore into the white wall ahead of me. I think I believed I was going crazy because I swear I could still hear and see you…even smell you.

Life felt beautiful with you, I truly felt happiness and fulfillment. Which if you told me at 18 I’d find my soulmate, I’m sure I would’ve laughed in your face. I never saw myself as the boyfriend or husband type, but when it came to you I simply couldn’t see myself as anything but.

When I tried to be with other girls, I always pushed them away because I knew that I didn’t want to be with them the way that they wanted me to be with them. But with you, it was almost the opposite. I knew almost immediately you were everything I wanted and more, and the fact that the tables had turned, and you were the one who kept pushing me away teared my heart a bit.

“I’m Chris” I stated as I reach my hand out to the girl putting the leash back on her dog

“I am so sorry, he never gets loose from his collar” She stated frantically standing up and dusting her hands off

“No worries, he's cute, what’s his name?” I asked her

Shaking my hand and smiling “his names Bones and I’m Y/N” she replied smiling a pearly white smile at me

Smiling back I began to pet the dog who couldn’t seem to stop jumping on me.

“Hi buddy” I stated giggling as he practically weighed me down

“We’re new to the neighborhood, so I guess he’s excited to meet new people” she stated fighting against the pull of Bones

“I’m happy to meet you too bones, where’d you guys move from?” I asked her

“Not too far we came from Salem” she replied

“Oh sick I love Salem” I responded back

“It’s so touristy now and crowded, kinda takes the fun out of it” she said giggling

“But you’re in Boston now” I said furrowing my brows

“Well yeah but in a quiet suburban neighborhood, Salem was just loud and busy always” she said patting Bones to sit down

“That’s true” I said nodding

“Well I have to go now, I’ll see you around” she said beginning to walk

“Yeah sure! If you need a tour guide I’m your guy” I said as she began to walk away

“If we ever cross paths again I’ll be sure to run it by you” she said laughing a bit

After that interaction I couldn’t seem to stop smiling. I mean the way the golden sun hit her face and the way her nose was red from the cold October air. I don’t know what I was feeling, but I do know that was the most I’ve ever spoken to a girl in the middle of the street at that.

And after that day we consistently ran into each other on the streets. It was only on our fifth interaction that we finally planned a day to hang out.

So when that day came around I was so eager to show her around my city. We went everywhere I could think of. Parks, museums, stores, bridges. I mean everywhere

“Have you always lived here?” She asked me as we were seated at a restaurant

“No actually for a while my brothers and I lived in LA. We actually just moved back a couple of months ago” I said

“Oh nice, what made you come back?” She said

“We love LA, but we’ve lived there for so many years and we missed Boston so we just figured to move back” I replied

“Aww I love that” she said smiling

“How about you? Born and raised in Massachusetts?” I asked her

“Yeah actually lived in Salem my whole life up until a few weeks ago” she stated as we began to enjoy our dinner

“Did you move here with family or solo, not to sound creepy” I said chuckling nervously

“Noo you’re good, I live with my grandparents and brother” she said nodding

“Oh nice, you have a brother” I said smiling

“Yeah, he’s the best older brother ever. He’s taught me so much” she stated

“I have another older brother, his name is Justin. And my other two brothers well were triplets” I said laughing

“Shut up that’s so freaking cool” she said shocked and giggling

“You’ll have to meet them soon, they’re the best and they’d love you” I said back

“Yeah that would be nice” she said

But the more we talked about family that night the more I noticed the way you got uncomfortable and danced around many sub topics.

I avoided anything that would make you uncomfortable, but I knew there was something there. And slowly I could see those walls being put up between us.

So we continued to hang out more and more, and I introduced her to my friends and family, and we all got along.

A few months into our friendship, I kind of decided I wanted something more and I was wondering if she had felt the same.

I tried to insinuate that I was interested in being more than friends, but then those same walls kept coming back up, and I could see the avoidance in your eyes.

“ Would you ever consider being more than friends?” I had bluntly asked

“ What do you mean by that?” She asked looking up at me

“ I mean, do you like me the same way I like you as more than just friends” I asked her

“ I don’t know”she said avoiding my gaze

“ how do you not know I feel like it’s a yes or no question” I said laughing

“ I mean, I don’t know that we’d work out as more than just friends” she replied fidgeting with her fingers

“ well why not I mean, we could give it a try” I said

“ because we just wouldn’t work” she said bluntly

“ But why not, why wouldn’t we work?” I asked her desperately

“ because you’d leave me if you knew more about me” she said saddened

“ I doubt that we’ve been friends for months now and I see a future with you” I said searching for her gaze

“ don’t say things you don’t mean” she snapped back

“ What's the issue? Why won’t you open up to me? Why are you avoiding me?” I asked her

“Because you wouldn’t want to date someone like me” she replied snapping her head up

“Yes I would, I’m sure of it” I responded growing tired of this argument

“Youd date me? A girl whose parents are drug addicts and chose getting high over their own kids? A girl who watched her parents drop her and her brother off at the age of 7 and 4 to their grandparents house. A girl who hasn’t seen her parents in 18 years. You wouldn’t date a girl who watched her older brother almost die. A girl who now takes care of her brother everyday since the age of 15…. I’m fucked up in the head and amazing people like you shouldn’t be tainted by the impurities of my life” she stated with pain and hurt laced in her voice

“I’m…I’m so sorry Y/N” I replied looking into her eyes

“I tried so hard to keep you away from me because my struggles and my life were meant for my eyes only and I couldn’t imagine dragging you into my fucked up world” she said as a few tears fell from her eyes

“ Listen I’m sorry that you’ve had such a fucked up life and that you watched your brother almost die, and now you take care of him because of his injuries, but that doesn’t make you less of the woman you are and I’m still in love with you and I still want to be with you. I will stand by you in everything. I will help you take care of your brother, that doesn’t matter to me.” I replied

“You’d what?” She asked sobbing

“I don’t care, okay! I will take care of you and your whole damn family, that's how much I want to be with you.” I stated pulling her in tightly

And after that night, I kept my promise. I took care of her and I took care of her brother and I took care of her grandparents and I loved it and I loved her and you would do anything for love.

And after her grandparents died two years into our relationship, the same walls came back up again. And she tried to push me away, but I wouldn’t let her. I continued to help her with her brother.

And when her brother got his girlfriend who was studying to be a nurse, she became even more of a help. And so she was able to open back up to me and let her walls down and let me love her and let me help her.

Even when Y/N and her brother's girlfriend were at work. I was right at his door every morning at 9am. Helping him start his day. Helping him bathe, helping him shave, getting him dressed and getting him fed.

“Are you going to marry my sister?” He had asked me on day

“Donnie, I’d love nothing more than to marry her” I stated

“Please do, you're everything right in her life. She needs you more than anything” he stated as I slid her sneaker on for him

“ as long as I have your blessing to marry her” I stated

“Of course you do, you’re the best person in both of our lives. I’m truly appreciative of all that you do for her and I.” He said nodding his head at me

“ I made a promise to your sister. I told her that no matter what I will always be there to help her and her family.” I said nodding at him

“Thank you man” he replied smiling at me

But who would’ve known our lives would change so rapidly? Donnie and his girlfriend had gotten married. And a while after Y/N and I turned 25 I was preparing to pop the question.

But you see when life starts to go so well something always happens. I believe sometimes you pay with your life when you finally find joy and happiness.

Bad things always happen to good people and it sucks.

I never would have imagined that at 25 my girlfriend of 3 1/2 years would be dead. Tragically taken from us. I actually don’t remember much of that night nor the months after it was all a dark gray haze, full of anger and sadness.

Most days if I wasn’t staring at my four walls or helping Donnie when his wife was at work I’d find myself in a drunken haze sitting in front of her tombstone. Waking up cold and hung over and extremely depressed.

Everyday I traveled with the wedding ring in the pocket of my pants. Right before she got into an accident with a drunk driver that instantly killed her I had purchased the ring. I had gotten Donnie's approval and my parents approval.

The box with the sparkling Diamond sat in my top dresser for a week before I felt like I had enough courage to ask her to be my wife. And many nights I stood up thinking what if I popped the question a week sooner would that have changed the trajectory of her life? Would she not have gotten in that car a week later would that person not have been drunk a week later? Or would she still have died but at least with the idea of me wanting her to be my wife?

I used to think I believed in fate, but I don’t think her death was fate. It’s truly saddening for a woman who said that her life was stained with the family curse from her birth to have died in such a sick way. So no, I don’t call that fate, I call that evil. I call it a curse.

She deserved nothing but health and happiness and a family to properly raise unlike what was done to her and her brother. But it was taken from her by a selfish piece of shit, no matter how much anger I felt when that court date rolled around, I froze on that stand when I gave my statement to the perpetrator. I was so numb and empty like a literal piece of my heart was taken for me. I couldn’t say anything to him. I couldn’t even look at him, but I knew I wanted him dead. I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to feel like nothing inside like I did. I wanted to take all my pain times 100 and inject into him because he was not worthy of the death penalty, he was not worthy of the easy way out. He deserved to sit in an empty white room and stare at four walls and be haunted by what he did.

I honestly stopped seeing my family for a while, and my brother came and checked on me, but there was nothing I could say or do. I quite literally went crazy.

But after a year, I was able to stop drinking and smoking. I was able to pay a visit to her murderer in jail. I was able to forgive him for what he had done. I was able to continue to take care of her brother, like I promised her years ago. I was once again able to visit my family and my friends and actually enjoy myself. But most importantly I was able to go to her gravesite clear minded not under the influence of anything and I was able to talk to her. It was painful and I cried, but I needed her to know that I was here and that I wasn’t gone and I wasn’t going anywhere. I needed her to know that she is my wife. And that I will love her in every lifetime and that I’d carry that ring around till the day I die and that she is the love of my life.

A year and a half after her death

I was spending the day with Donnie as I usually did on my days off. We were eating lunch and celebrating Y/N’s birthday. She would’ve been 27.

“I miss her” Donnie said letting a tear fall as he blew out her candles

“Yeah I miss her too” I replied chocking back a few years

And that night we sat in front of the large window in their living room. Eating Y/N’s favorite cake

and bringing up memories of her. Laughing at all the embarrassing stories we were able to share.

And every year on her birthday we did the same thing!

And here I was 10 years later at 35, placing more roses at her gravesite. I tried dating here and there, but it felt wrong. She was the only woman for me and I couldn’t see myself with anyone else.

Donnie had passed away five years after Y/N from heartbreak leaving behind a widow and two kids. And even then, I still stood around like I promised over 10 years ago.

“Who’s this next to daddy?” Donnie’s son had asked his mom

“That’s daddy’s sister, Y/N” she replied adding some flowers too

“That was Chris’ wife” she then said to both of her kids

“You were married to daddy's sister?” They both asked me

“I was indeed” I replied squeezing the wedding ring in my hand

“She passed away 10 years ago, a few years before her brother” I said to them giving them a sympathetic look

“ well at least they’ll be in heaven together and we know they’re looking down at us” his daughter stated

“That’s very true” Donnie’s wife said

And that same tradition stood two Sundays a month. We all went down to the cemetery and put flowers for Donnie and Y/N. And I don’t think we’ll ever stop that tradition until the day I die.

To my Wonderwall, I miss you and I love you

-Chris

The End

Whewww chileeee this was ASSSS. Idk I thought I had a good idea in my mind, but I just feel like I couldn’t execute it properly and this took me days to write and I don’t even know why because it’s garbage. Love yall though and thanks for all the love and support.🥺🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[ollie-lolly]

Hiya, Ollie! Hope you're doing good whenever ya read this. And if you're not, I have a fluffy request for you:

For the Brothers and dateables, where would they take someone for their first date, what would they do, and how would the day/night end?

Sending you hugs and cuddles, friend! Have a great day/night! ♡

Authors note: Hi I know you’ve requested this in September and I haven’t been writing in FOREVER, but I’m so happy I am finally feeling up for it again! Enjoy!! I’ll just start with the brothers first, if people still think I write decently after all these months I’ll write the letter rest! Also 700+ followers WOW I love y’all.

Lucifer💙

He likes his everything dates very organised. He plans everything out to a tea, he knows he will win you over, but it takes time if he wants you to love him exactly in the way he already fell for you. I think he would take you to a museum, then to a restaurant he somehow knew you wanted to try the food from. Making a reservation to guarantee the best table. He will subtly compliment you throughout the whole day. As a subtle way to tell you he is having a great time. At the end he will walk you to your room and bid you goodnight. His lips touching your knuckles as he kissed your hand. He is the eldest brother, but that doesn’t hold him back from thinking about you all night after the date ended. 

Mammon💛

He will NEVER admit he was nervous even asking you out, but you knew. He likes to be flexible on his dates. Really going with the flow while subtly showing off how much he likes you. I’m mostly thinking of him taking you out to go shopping together, while he secretly takes pictures for the things you find ‘to expensive’ so he could buy you them later when he will make sure his debt declines. Then if you’re that kinda person going dancing together! Either way I think you two will both end up a little tipsy at the end, Mammon accidentally giving you a kiss on the cheek as he drops you off. Remembering when he finally fully sobered up in the dead of night. He would text you about it the next morning, preying you didn’t mind and maybe would want him to give one on the lips next time.

Leviathan🧡

I’d like to think he asked to hangout in his room and if you ask if it is a date, he would throw his phone the moment he replied with: “If you’d be okay with it!”. Safe to say he is scared shitless at just the thought. He preys Asmo will help him with the fact he is sweating buckets. It will most likely be a date in his room, watching a movie or playing a video game with him you expressed interest in. He can’t even enjoy the movie or video game most of the time, because he is constantly worrying if you’re enjoying yourself or not. I think he could finally calm down the moment he would see you smile while eating the take-out you and him ordered. If you ever suggest feeding him some of your food he will be flustered and nod. Avoiding eye contact as you feed him. When the date ends he tries not to be sad you’re leaving already.

Satan💚

He finds your comfort the most important thing at all times. He is extremely considerate, who said chivalry is dead? Because then he would be dead. He is still a little nervous, but that’s because you’re so attractive to him. The date will most likely be to a book store where the two of you would pick a book for each other to read. I think then he would take you to a cat cafe. Him paying all of it with a smile. Just don’t give the cats all your attention, because he wil get a little jealous. I think he would ask to hold your hand on the later part of the date, giving you his jacket as you two walk beside a river on the way home.

Asmodeus🩷

He is over the moon. He will must look his best because he wants you to be entranced by him every second that he is with you. From the outfit, the perfume, the make up and the hair. Everything is top notch. When he sees you, in his mind you couldn’t look better. It doesn’t matter if you choose something more simple to wear and he definitely lets you know how he feels. Our sweet Asmo is most likely taking you to shop together then a self care spa at the end. He is quite touchy the whole time if you don’t mind that of course. Holding onto your arm, complimenting you, he might as well yell to the whole world he is madly in love with you. He might take you to his room by the end if you’re comfortable with it.

Beelzebub❤️

He wil be smiling throughout it all. When you would meet up at the spot he would have his usual blank face, the moment he would see you his sweet smile would appear. His bouquet of sunflowers in his slightly happy and nervous shaking hands as he gave it to you. I think you and him would do a workout class or go to a sports game together. He really pays attention to the things you like and talk about as you two talk in between breaks. Taking you to eat your favourite foods at the end and sharing desserts.

Belphegor💜

This sneaky little cow is most likely showing you the stars constellations in the planetarium on your first date. Little picknick blanket laid out as he would explain all your questions about the stars. Having lavender and chamomile tea and biscuits beside the two of you. The conversation eventually deepening to the thoughts in your heads to the memories the both of you have collected over the years. Belphie eventually placing his beloved cow pillow under your heads as the sleepiness slowly overpowers any nerves you might have had. Holding your hand as the two of you drift to sleep under the starry night above.

[pinknightsinmymind]

【 found family hc's 】

abby anderson x fem!reader & ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

song rec: house song by searows. i listened to this on loop the entire time i was writing.

content: established relationship, modern!au, fluff galore, hc's for both abs and els, christmas with abs!!!!, bbq with ellie and family, minor angst, but this is all fluff so sweet it rots your teeth, hc's AND long blurbs for abby and ellie, mentions of parent loss(in this modern!au abby's mother passed away), mentions of adoption(for ellie's hc's), and sarah is here!! she is ellie's older sister <33 also pls read a/n for more info

a/n: in which you are dating one of the girlies, meet their fathers, and detailing your journey into becoming part of the family. i kinda wrote this with the idea of what it’s like to not come from a healthy family in mind, but it’s also vague and written in a way where you’re able to interpret it and shape it to fit whatever you have in mind and relate it to what you know. the main theme here, though, is finding/making your own family and building a beautiful life despite your past. this is kinda just me hoping i’ll be able to do the same one day. i began writing this while really sad, but i’m posting this in much better spirits. this started with my sadness, but now it makes me feel hopeful. anyways, pls enjoy, and if you think you’ll need them, get your tissues ready. i love you all and you are all so beautiful and worthy of love and good things. and if any of you ever need anything, my inbox and dm's are open <333

GENERAL HEADCANONS — applies to both abby and ellie

It’s an uncomfortable conversation, but when your relationship with her started getting serious, you explained what your family/home life was like and that although you’d love to, your family probably wouldn’t want to foster a close relationship with either of you. You told her you understood if this was a dealbreaker and if it was something she couldn’t tolerate, but that wasn’t her reaction at all. Instead, you were met with complete understanding that almost left you sobbing. You were happy to have someone finally understand that family—and navigating it—hasn’t been easy for you and it was good to not have things out of your control held against you for once.

As your relationship progressed, she made it clear to you that she’d love to introduce you to her family and that they were excited to meet you. She promised that they’d accept you into open arms and that everything would go well, so there was nothing to worry about.

You were nervous, of course, unsure how any of it would unfold because you had never met her family before. You had heard so much about them and knew they must have been amazing people to have raised someone as great as your girlfriend, but you were still scared. What if they could see everything wrong with you with just one look? What if they thought you were too damaged and no good for their daughter? Or what if they just didn’t like you? It was all so worrisome, but your girlfriend assured you it would all be okay.

Meeting the rest of the family was one thing, but meeting their fathers was the scariest part.

ABBY ANDERSON

You met Abby's dad during Thanksgiving—typical and sappy, but just so Abby. Of course she’d bring someone home during the holidays. You had been dating her for almost a year now, so it was about time you met him. You knew that Abby's mother passed when she was very young, and you also knew it would just be the three of you together for the holiday. Jerry did everything to make any occasion happy for his daughter since he knew her life would be hard enough without a mother, and that included holidays. As a busy surgeon—the top one of your city’s hospital, no less—he’s lucky to get this day off, and although he can’t make a whole turkey on his own, he cooks many other dishes to make up for it. He goes all out making desserts as he likes baking more than cooking, and he’s the main reason Abby has such a sweet tooth.

Jerry is nothing but welcoming to you, telling you how he’s heard so much about you (which in turn makes Abby blush, thinking to herself, He wasn’t supposed to say that! but she still keeps her cool). He asks you all about yourself, if you’re in school and what for, what your plans for the future are, then jumps straight into his dad-threats. He tells you in a serious voice that you better take care of his daughter, then lets out a laugh and offers you a slice of pie.

It went well, and you even stayed the night at Abby's childhood home, sleeping in her big and well-furnished room.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I think it went well,” you said. The two of you were huddled up underneath the covers in her old bed, and it’s comfier than you expected. Maybe it’s because Abby has you pulled close to her chest as her hand rubs comforting circles on your back, but it’s still heavenly. “I just can’t tell if he likes me or not.”

“Please, he likes you,” she assured you. You could feel her trailing her hand down your sides gently now. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have been in such a good mood today. Promise.” You let out a small sigh at her words. You didn’t want to argue with her about this, and you felt the only thing you could possibly do was hope she was right.

You did see Jerry a few times after that, but it was only when Abby invited you to go see him with her. He was always kind and welcoming, but you couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in your chest that maybe he didn’t actually like you. What if he was faking all of it? You couldn’t think of any good reasons why he’d like you and accept you with open arms. It didn’t make sense to you because all you knew to expect from a parental figure was rejection. Maybe he just didn’t think you were good enough for his daughter. You didn’t tell Abby any of this, though, because you knew she’d be crushed to hear you don’t think her dad likes you. It’s also because she’ll just tell you for the millionth time he does, and you’d hate asking her for the same reassurance over and over again. In the case of her father’s acceptance, it would do nothing to quell your fears.

You hadn’t expected the holiday season to help erase these fears, but they did. After a late night of watching movies, Abby brought up visiting her father for Christmas with you by her side. She was excited as she told you all about her and her dad’s traditions: drinking hot coco, watching cheesy Christmas movies, stockings full of gifts, and the works. You couldn’t tell her no. Not when her face was beaming with excitement and she had a big smile across her face. You appreciated how much she wanted to include you—no, scratch that, cherished it—but deep down inside you felt out of place. You felt like an environment as soft and as warm as that was not a place where you belonged. It’s not what you knew, not what you were used to, but you put on a brave face for Abby.

You didn’t believe her when she told you how extensively Jerry decorated the house, but it was exactly as she said. As soon as you walked through the front door, you could smell the vanilla candles and the scent of pine mixed together. You were greeted not only by Jerry, but by the presence of mini-Santa statues and multi-colored nutcrackers. There was a big wreath on the outside of the front door, and an even bigger one hung around the family portrait of Abby and her father. The Christmas tree was huge, probably close to six feet tall, and by the smell of the fresh pine emanating from it, you knew it was real. The tree was decorated with gold and silver ornaments, bright lights, tinsel, and a giant star at the top. The fireplace had stockings lined up against the chimney with other statues, trinkets, and family photos lining the shelf. The tree casted a warm glow over the living room, and it just felt so cozy inside. It’s crazy to think that this is what Abby grew up with, that this is the kind of childhood she had, but at the same time you’re happy it was. It’s what she deserves.

It may be Christmas day, but it’s already 9 P.M., so Jerry suggests hot coco, sweets, and a cheesy movie. Abby, of course, agrees and picks out her favorite movie for you all to watch. You helped her pick it out, specifically choosing it because you’ve never seen it before and because you know she loves it. You all get a slice of Jerry’s homemade apple pie, and it’s so warm and gooey you’re sure you’ve never tasted anything like it before. You wonder where in the mix of being a surgeon he found the time to be so good at baking, but it’s still so endearing. You wonder how many times he practiced these recipes for Abby, and it’s so heartwarming. You hope you can one day offer her a home the same way Jerry has.

Jerry settles into his worn-out, leather recliner with his cup of hot chocolate while you and Abby occupy the couch. There’s a glass coffee table in front of it where your two mugs rest as the two of you are snug in a blanket you’re sharing together. You’re nestled into Abby’s side with her arm over your shoulder as you watch the movie together. It’s comfortable, and the warm, yellow lights make the moment that much more beautiful. They cast a glow on Abby, making her look sweeter than she already does. Her hair is down for once, and you’re lost in the tenderness of the moment. Occasionally the two of you move forward and grab your mugs for a sip, but besides that this wholeness has no interruptions. It’s like you can feel your doubts melting away, and you feel comforted, welcomed, by the warmth of this moment. It doesn’t seem to push you away anymore, but rather it’s something you feel compelled to be a part of now. Well, no, that’s not exactly right either. It’s like you are a part of it now, and it’s accepting your embrace rather than your rejection. You don’t feel the need to push it away anymore, to create excuse after excuse as to why you don’t deserve it, and it’s like you’re finally letting it make its home in your heart.

After the movie finished and you all had your fill of hot chocolate, you hear Jerry get up from his seat and mention that he wants to give out stockings. You don’t think much of it, watching the man as he walks up to the fireplace and grabs two of the stockings that were hanging. You hadn’t paid much attention to them earlier, but when he comes up to you and Abby, you realize you should’ve. One has Abby’s name stitched into it with blue and orange thread, and the other has your name threaded into it with your favorite colors. He gives Abby her stocking first, then holds the one with your name on it out towards you. 

“Is that for me?” you asked.

“Sure is,” Abby answered. You glance over at her and she’s practically beaming. She seems so proud of herself.

“Abby helped me make it. She made sure it had your favorite colors and everything,” Jerry explained. You finally take the stocking from his hands, feeling the heft of the weight of whatever was inside.

“I bet she got mad if you suggested a color that wasn’t.” You crack a joke in the face of this moment, because if you think too hard, look at the stocking too long, you might start crying.

“Nearly tore my head off,” Jerry laughed. “But it’s so you know you’re part of the family now.” You nod your head, clenching your jaw as your gaze keeps shifting between the stocking and the floor.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage to say in reply. You’re sure you could burst into tears at any moment, but at the very least they’re happy ones.

ELLIE WILLIAMS

You were never as scared of anything as you were to meet Joel Miller. You had seen him in photos with him and Ellie, and he did not look like he played around. In fact, he looked like he’s never fucked around a day in his life. The man intimidated you, and you had never even met him before.

Ellie’s Uncle Tommy’s birthday was coming up, and you were invited to the family celebration that would include Uncle Tommy, Aunt Maria, Joel, Ellie’s older sister, Sarah, and now you.

You had met Joel in passing with a quick “hello” whenever you visited his and Ellie's house, but you had never formally met him, especially not the rest of the family, either. You had also never met Sarah as she lived in a different city and was older than you and Ellie, but you were excited to. She was a young teen when Ellie had been adopted, and you had heard so many stories from Ellie about what an amazing older sister she was, so that was at least one family member you weren’t scared of. Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria, though? Maria was intimidating, and Tommy and Joel had both been in the military. Who wouldn’t be afraid?

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Ellie reassured you. You were both standing in front of Tommy and Maria’s front door, nervous as could be. Ellie held your hand in hers as she rubbed her thumb across your skin. “They’ll love you, promise.” Ellie reached up with her free hand and knocked on the door. A second passed in silence between the two of you before the door opened, and you were met face-to-face with Maria. She had short graying hair and a freckled face that reminded you of Ellie’s, and as soon as her eyes landed on the two of you, her lips turned upwards into a wide smile.

“Ellie, is this [Y/N]?” she asked. Ellie smiled shyly as she nodded her head.

“Yes, this is her,” she answered.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Maria said politely. She was just all smiles, and she was much warmer compared to the scary image of her you created in your head. To be fair, she did seem really intimidating from her pictures, but she was nothing of the sort.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you managed to reply. You were still nervous, feeling like you were choking on the anxious butterflies dancing around your stomach.

“And she’s polite,” Maria prodded. She smiled even bigger as she pulled the door open for the two of you. “Anyways, come in. Joel and Tommy are in the back with the grill set up already, so just follow me.” Ellie walked through the doorway, pulling you with her towards the back of the house. Maria led you through the house’s front hallway into the living den furnished with couches and countless photos and decor hanging on the blue walls, then turned left into the kitchen. Sitting at the table was an older woman at least in her 30’s scrolling through her phone, but her eyes perked up as soon as she saw you all enter the kitchen. Almost immediately an excited smile spread across her face.

“Sarah!” Ellie greeted. The woman jumped up from her seat and gave Ellie a tight hug.

“Ellie, is this her?” she asked. Her eyes kept moving back and forth between the two of you.

“Yes, this is her,” Ellie answered.

“Wow, I’m so happy to meet you!” Sarah cheered. She came over to you and gave you a hug, something you hadn’t expected, but you returned it the best you could. As soon as Sarah pulled away from the hug, she was talking again. The way she carried herself was so confident and firm, and she held great amounts of eye contact while speaking—something you were struggling with at the moment. “Ellie has told me so much! She never stops talking about you!” She had a sweet, Texan accent when she spoke like Joel, while Ellie only had a slight one in comparison.

“Sarah!” Ellie groaned.

“What?” she asked coyly. “Was I not supposed to say that?” The answer was yes, and she knew that, but how could she resist teasing her little sister? Ellie just rolled her eyes.

“Come on, y’all, they’re waiting for us outside,” Maria announced. She nodded her head in the direction of the door behind the kitchen table, and you found yourself taking a deep breath. The door was glass, so you could see the wooden porch outside and the green grass, but no sign of Joel or Tommy—you know, just the two men who terrified you the most.

“Oh, yeah, I was gonna help Dad with the grill,” Sarah sighed.

“You? Helping with the grill?” Ellie teased.

“Hmm, more like standing there and talking to him,” she said.

“That sounds more like what you meant,” Ellie responded.

“Yeah, see y’all out there.” Sarah got up from her seat and was the first to open the back door, the hot air and smell of grilled meat wafting in as soon as she did. Maria followed her soon after, and you knew you and Ellie should follow suit, but you found yourself stuck, unsure what to do.

“Hey, you okay?” Ellie asked. The sound of the door closing shut hung in the air, and you knew you’d have to open it again soon.

“Yeah, just… nervous,” you explained.

“Everything will be alright, promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time, and we’re gonna be eating, too. That won’t be too bad, now, will it?” she asked.

“No, I guess not,” you replied.

“And you’ve got me right next to you. Don’t forget that.” Ellie gave you a sheepish smile, and you did your best to return it despite the queasiness in your stomach.

The barbeque went well, and it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. In fact, you felt well-received by Tommy as Maria and Sarah helped encourage him to hold conversation with you. The two women did a lot to help conversation flow and welcome you as much as possible, but the one person you felt like you weren’t getting through to was Joel. He was just so… quiet. It’s as if he was always on guard, always analyzing the situation, but what did you expect from a guy who used to be in the military? That seems to be the exact kind of disposition he’d have. He only really gave small replies in single words here and there, maybe an autobiographical question for you, then he’d retreat back to his silence. It was honestly unnerving, and as much as you did your best to immerse yourself in the conversation, in Ellie’s little jokes, Tommy’s laughter, Joel intimidated you more than anyone else ever had before. Why was he so quiet? Did he see something wrong with you? Did he not think you were fit to be his daughter’s girlfriend? Was he waiting for you to make a mistake? Was he planning how to tell Ellie that he didn’t think the two of you were a good match? All the possibilities were endless, and every single one terrified you to no end.

Despite the anxiety eating you up from the inside, you did your best to maintain your composure. You answered whatever questions Ellie’s family had for you, laughed at the jokes like you should have, all while trying to keep the crushing fear at bay. Ellie seemed to sense it somewhat, because at multiple points throughout the dinner she’d grab your hand under the table or rub your thigh comfortingly. When the night started slowing down, the sun sinking lower and lower, Tommy and Maria declared the end of the dinner and started clearing the table. Joel and Sarah disappeared into the house, carrying trash and whatever else they could back inside. Ellie leaned in close to your ear in order to speak.

“How are you feeling?” she whispered.

“I’m doing okay,” you answered. “Not as nervous as before, but still a little.”

“Did you enjoy yourself, though?”

“I did,” you replied.

“Joel and Tommy are good at barbecuing, huh?”

You laughed a little at her prodding. “Yeah, they are.”

“Look, we’re gonna get you some extra family points, yeah? Let’s offer to help Maria clean up. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. This time you were the one to offer Ellie a little smile, one she was happy to see on your face after such a long day.

“Perfect.” She stood up from her chair and brushed off her jeans. “Hey, Maria, let me and [Y/N] help you clean up a bit,” she announced.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Maria asked.

“The sweetest,” Ellie joked. You were next to stand up from the table, picking up both your plate and Ellie’s while she gathered the left behind cups. Tommy had already retreated inside with the large dishes of food, leaving you with just Maria and Ellie. It was quiet besides the clanking of the dishes as all three of you walked inside. Ellie walked behind you as you reentered the house, slotting dishes in the sink and discarding whatever trash she had. Ellie came up behind you, her back pressing into yours for a second when Maria disappeared into the living room where everyone else presumably was.

“How far do we wanna take these points?” she whispered.

“Well, what are you thinking?” you asked her.

“I say we wash the dishes,” she suggested, and you could just imagine the stupid, little grin on her face. “It’ll make them like me more, too.”

“You’re such a dork,” you said as the laugh spilled out your lips. You turned around to look at her, and there was a goofy grin on her face just like you expected. Her hands ventured to rest on your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Whatever. Come on, let’s just do it.”

“Okay, you hate doing the dishes, so I’m starting to wonder what this is really about.”

“I… may or may not have promised Maria I’d do the dishes, and she’ll kill me if I don’t.”

“This is why you watch the promises you make,” you said.

“Moving along,” she said in a rushed manner, “are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, because I need you alive.”

You and Ellie slotted yourselves side by side as you were forced to wash the dishes on account of your girlfriend’s promises. She was stuck washing while you dried the dishes. At one point Joel had wandered through the kitchen, muttering a small greeting to you both before disappearing outside. He left the back door open somewhat, but you said nothing, figuring he would be coming back inside soon. Despite the small interruption, Ellie, of course, couldn’t help being a little shit and splashing you with water every once in a while.

“You got my shirt wet!” you’d scold her.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she’d say all fakely. She pulled you into a hug, but once you separated, she splashed you with water again. After washing the dishes and Ellie cleaned the kitchen up a bit, you could tell she was tired and ready to go home.

“You look tired,” you commented to her.

“Yeah, I’m… all tuckered out. You ready to go home?”

“If you are, yeah.”

“Okay, let me find my… Where are my keys?” she asked. She patted at her pockets, looking for any sign of them, only to come back empty. “I think I left them outside.”

“I can go get them for you,” you offered.

“Oh, good idea. You get my keys and I say bye to everyone for us. Perfect.”

“Alright, I’ll go find them for you. Be right back.” You gave Ellie a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering outside through the back door. As soon as you stepped outside, your eyes landed on Joel sitting on one of the chairs with a mug in his hand. You had forgotten he was even out here in the first place, and you hadn’t expected or planned for this interaction with him. You took a deep, calming breath. You needed to act normal.

“Hello, Joel,” you spoke up. He turned to look at you, then returned his gaze to his mug. It was dark outside, and the porch light may have been on, but it was a dim, yellow light. Not at all helpful as your eyes scoured the ground for Ellie’s keys.

“Hello.” It was quiet as you wandered to the table, looking across the top of it for Ellie’s keys. Still no sign of them. You pulled the chairs out, and you didn’t find them on the seats either. You sighed as you pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight. “What are you lookin’ for?” Joel asked.

“Um, Ellie’s keys. She can’t find them.” You squatted down to the floor, shining the light around the wooden porch as you continued your search.

“Oh, you two gettin’ ready to leave?” he asked. You turned your phone to the right, and something silver glinted back at you. The keys. Thank God. You grabbed onto them and got back up from the ground.

“Yeah, she said she was tired and ready to go home.”

Joel let out a small chuckle. “That sounds like her,” he remarked.

“It very much is her,” you replied.

“I heard her splashin’ you with water in there.”

“She can’t help herself,” you said. “She apologized, then she did it again.”

“Does that… make you mad?” he asked.

“No, not at all.” You were wondering what he was getting at with the question.

“You and her seem to get along well,” he pointed out.

“I think so, too,” you said, hoping you were choosing your words well.

“I can tell she really loves you, you know,” Joel said. He took a sip out of his drink, then glanced at you. “And you seem really good for her, too.” The words hit you right in the heart. You knew from what Ellie told you that Joel wasn’t a man of many words, but these were just enough. They seemed to give you the kind of confirmation you were looking for, that maybe you could put down the anxiety plaguing your mind.

“I’m glad you think so,” you said. You glanced at the mug in his hands again. Was that steam? “Can I ask what you’re drinking?”

“It’s coffee.”

“This late?” you asked.

“The girls always tell me that,” he said, and you saw the smallest glimpse of a smile ghosting his lips. You figured by “the girls,” he must have been referring to Sarah and Ellie, and that small detail stuck out to you. Despite how scary he was, deep down inside he was just a dad. A girl-dad, at that.

“Ellie always tells me how much she hates coffee.”

“She never lets that go. I tell her she has underdeveloped tastebuds to make her mad.”

“That’s perfect for getting under her skin,” you replied.

“That’s why I say it. Anyways, she’s probably lookin’ for you by now, or me, maybe.”

“Probably,” you responded. “After I find her, she’ll probably come tell you bye before we leave. I’m gonna do that now.”

“You go do that,” he said. “And you better take good care of her, by the way.” You smiled a little bit. Had you heard him say that earlier, you probably would have shit your pants, but now you were comforted by the dad-threat.

“I will,” you said confidently.

“Or I will… do something. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out.”

“I take your word for it,” you replied. You turned around to walk back inside, keys in hand, a new kind of pep in your step as you looked for Ellie.

[hqbaby]

eighteen — all along

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.3k content. swearing, implied excessive alcohol consumption

Suna leans against the door after he closes it. He feels like throwing up.

This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go.

He wanted to get you back in some way, to remind you that you need him as much as he needs you. He fucked up when he told Oikawa it was just sex between the two of you (because it really isn’t), but he never thought his words would end up in this.

You’re with Atsumu now. You’re giving him up for Atsumu. You’re giving up on him.

It makes him sick.

“Suna?”

He looks at the girl beside him. Fuck, he doesn’t even remember her name. He’s hooked up with her five times now and, every single time, he only managed to call her by your name.

He’s an asshole. He deserves exactly what he’s getting.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “Kinda need a moment alone here.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh! Yeah! No, of course. I just wanted to check up on you.” She looks around before smiling at him. Sickly sweet. “I guess I’ll just see you around then.”

The girl starts walking away and—no, don’t do it, don’t do it—“Wait.”

She looks back at him. “Yeah?”

Stop it. You’re better than this.

“Do you wanna come to mine?”

A smile. “Definitely.”

Atsumu finds you by the pool, leaning against one of your friends while you watch Kaori somersault on the grass nearby. Your eyes are squinting slightly and a smile is plastered on your face. You light up when you see him.

“‘Tsumu!”

You try to get up, but end up stumbling and giggling into your friend’s shoulder.

“She’s drunk, Miya,” the girl slurs as she rubs your head, clearly wasted herself. “You be good to her, ‘kay?”

He smiles and nods, standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “Ya need help, baby?”

You shake your head, furrowing your brows as you try your best to get up. “Can handle myself, ‘Tsu.” You trip over your legs and burst out laughing, your friend joining you. “M’kay, you can help now.”

Atsumu crouches down and picks you up, your legs coming around his waist as he holds your thighs. “Ya good?” he asks, one of his hands going to support your back. “Tell me if yer not comfortable or somethin’.”

You nuzzle into his neck. “‘M good, ‘Tsumu. Thank you.”

He turns to your friend. “Are ya good? Do ya need a ride?”

“Nah.” The girl waves him off. “My boyfriend’s just over there. You take care of our superstar.”

“I always do.” He grins, nodding at her and saying goodbye before he carries you out of the house.

You mumble something into his skin that he can’t hear.

“Whaddya say, sunshine?”

“You’re so pretty, Atsu.”

His cheeks darken at your words. It’s not that you aren’t normally this affectionate—because you are, even when completely sober—but something about you just always makes him feel all light and giddy. You make him feel like he’s seven years old with his first crush, always so new and exciting.

“Yer pretty too, sweetheart,” he tells you. “Also really drunk.”

You slap his chest weakly. “So mean.”

He laughs, holding you close. “Did ya have a good night?”

“Kinda. It was sad for a bit.”

“Oh?” He frowns. “Did somethin’ happen?”

You hum against his neck. “Yeah,” you say, but before you can elaborate, your voice brightens up as you add, “But I’m all better now. Because you’re so pretty.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, but he’s still worried about you. “Are ya sure yer okay?”

You lean back a little to look him in the face. Your eyes are hazy and your smile a little lopsided, but you look happy. Content. “I have you,” you say. “Of course I’m okay.”

You get to his car and he places you in the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt and double-checking to see if it's secure before getting in the driver’s seat. He can hear you humming something as he gets in the car (“something stupid” you’d probably say if he asked what it is). He looks over to his side and sees you staring at him, eyes wide and adoring.

“What?” He laughs, trying to hide how shy you make him feel.

You’re still looking at him, blinking like you’re trying to see if he’s real. “‘Tsumu.”

His name sounds like honey on your tongue. So soft and sweet.

He feels his breath catch in his throat. “Yeah?”

“‘Tsumu,” you say again. Fuck, his heart is beating so fast. “I think I really like you.”

He knows you’re drunk and probably half-asleep, but there’s something about the way the words just spill out of you that feels so true. So real. It might be the way you’re staring at him like he hung all the stars in the sky. Or it might be because the words are coming from you.

He’d trust you with all that he had if he could.

He reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. “Say that again in the mornin’,” he requests. “Please.”

You nod fervently. “I will,” you say. “Because I mean it. I like you, ‘Tsumu. I really do.”

It feels better than anything that’s ever happened to him before. Better than winning a game. Better than beating Osamu. Better than having sex. So much better than anything because it’s you.

“Thank you,” is all he manages to say. “Thank you.”

You wake up in the middle of the night to a fuzzy feeling in your head. It’s not exactly a hangover yet, just a sweet spot between being awake and completely dead to the world. You try not to think about how it’ll feel in the morning.

Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you realize that you’re in Atsumu’s bed. You’re wearing one of his shirts and a pair of loose pajama bottoms that could be his or Osamu’s (their laundry gets mixed up a lot). He’s right beside you, one arm over your body, the other beneath you. He probably won’t be able to move his arm in the morning, but you have a feeling he doesn’t care.

You tilt your head up to find him fast asleep. His hair is falling over his eyes and his mouth is slightly agape, quiet snores escaping from between his lips.

Your body is facing him, curled up in his arms. You reach up to trace his collarbone with a featherlight touch and you swear you can feel him lean closer to you.

After your talk with Suna, the night had gone downhill. You spoke to your friends about it but, try as they might, they could only understand so much. It wasn’t like you understood it that well yourself. You downed more drinks that you should’ve and ended up barely knowing what you were doing.

Until Atsumu came, of course. That, you remember. You always seem to remember when it comes to him.

You wonder what you did to deserve this, to deserve him. To have him hold you in his arms when you know you probably smell like you’ve raided a whole bar. To have him check up on you and make sure you’re okay. To have him proudly keep you on his arm in front of his friends, to show you off like you’re the only thing that matters.

You spent a whole year with Suna, thinking that you were only worthy of being fucked in secret and barely acknowledged in public. Even people who claim they loved you once like Terushima just treat you like a toy to be played with whenever they see fit. Boys who barely know you ask for your number, not because of who you are, but what it would mean for them to "have" you.

Atsumu’s changed it all for you. He makes you want to see the goodness in yourself, the parts of you that he seems to recognize even if you don’t. Sure, he can be brash and loud and frankly a bit of a mess, but he makes you feel whole and safe.

You close your eyes and push yourself further into his hold.

Maybe this is what you were looking for all along.

notes. the new update sched is so good for my nerves like i need you all to feel with me here pls thank you (also if you wanna vote on my next series, there's a poll up rn 🫣)

[reverie-verse]

I would love to see pregnant!reader x Azriel fic where she gets kidnapped and Az goes crazy cause not only are they mates, but she’s also very close to being due, and I love angst, i love worried but caring Az, and I love happy endings. 🤍🤍

Azriel Shadowsinger x Reader: His World

I’m letting you decide if it’s a boy or girl and the name because I couldn’t decide😩.

Baby Gender = Y/B/G

Your Baby’s Name= Y/B/N

It’s kinda lengthy, I got really invested 😂

Beware there is some torture-ish stuff. If you get triggered please DO NOT READ THIS FIC.

Last thing, I just wanna say, I have no idea where I was going with this plot, I am so sorry if it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t even go with what’s going in the books 🤷🏽‍♀️

My requests ARE OPEN!!!!!!

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Most of the entire inner circle had stationed themselves downstairs in the living space of the Town House. Rhys and Azriel were nowhere to be seen. Everyone had cringed in discomfort as they heard your vicious scream tear through your throat from upstairs. Mor shook her head as she paced the room. “ They should be back by now” she practically whispers but everyone hears her.

Feyre sighed, rubbing her forehead “ I tried to reach through the bond, but it’s quiet. Azriel has no idea she’s giving birth”

“ One of us needs to go up there and check up on her.” Cassian says.

Amren stood up from the couch, “I’ll do it, she’s been there for me more times than I’d like to admit “ She leaves the living space quickly rushing up the steps. She opens the door only to find you standing at the edge of the bed, one hand gripped onto the comforter, the other hand gripping your stomach. Your hair was pulled back but sweat rolled down the side of your face. You cried as you pushed like Madja had told you to do. You shook your head. “ I can’t, I can’t-“ You were trying to catch your breath.

“ You must Y/N!” Madja encourages you. You shook your head as you wailed. “ You have too”

“ Y/N” Amren rushes towards you. “ What are you doing?!”

Your head shook again “ No, No please I don’t want you to see me like this. Please just get me Azriel, bring my husband to me.” You sobbed. Amren's heart broke into a million pieces while swelling with joy and sadness. You were suffering but you were also bringing a beautiful soul into this world. Amren not one for sentiments, but this moved her in ways that she normally never considered, and still might not. But to each their own, she passed no judgment but she understood you wanted your love with you.

“ I’ll do what I can Y/N” she says as she exits the room, Mor stood at the bottom of the stairs hands fidgety.

“ Anything?”

“ She wants Azriel” Everyone sighs and groans.

“ Feyre you need to try the bond again” Cassian says as he crosses his arms. “ Either that or we get Elain to look forward into the future”

“ That won’t be necessary, I’ll try again” Feyre stood up looking around for a piece of paper to write on. In the midst of her search the home rattled as two figures appeared in the room. Rhys and Azriel trying to catch their breath, their clothes ripped, skin cut and bruised. Feyre rushed to Rhys’s side, but Azriel’s eyes scanned the room and you were nowhere to be found. Everyone rushed to their sides, with an instant the bond that was quiet during his time on the prison island was loud and clear. You scream echoed through the home again, Madja tried to shout over it urging you to keep pushing.

Azriel’s eyes widened his gaze snapping towards everyone “ Y/N?- she’s-“ His voice rasps. Your crying and sounds of moans through your gritted teeth as you pushed were heard through the bond and from upstairs. “Y/N?!” Azriel takes off running for the room, his head boots hitting the floor. There you were hunched over Madja trying to help the baby. Your eyes shut closed, your hair starting to fall into your face. “ Push Y/N Push! I can see the baby’s head!”

The weight of your body and attempting to further push out your child was beginning to weigh down on you, your legs were beginning to buckle you gripped onto the bed until your knuckles started hurting, the material starting to rip. Azriel’s heavy boots pounded against the ground until he got to you. He slid his hand over yours, his other hand wrapping around the one that held your stomach. He stood behind you and off to the side. Warmth comforts your body, and your mind, it seeps around you and practically through you. You lean into him, “ Az-” You turned to look up at him noticing all the cuts in bruises.

“You asshole“ You winced “I told you not to lehhheaavvee-aaaahhh fuck!” You screamed as you felt Madja reach for the baby’s head and shoulders. Azriel couldn’t focus on your words, as he was amazed and awestruck. He couldn’t have been more in love with you right now at this moment. He knew you would be mad at him but right now he didn’t care, he was here with you, with your child who happened to be making its way home.

“Forget about that--I’m here now-“ Azriel shook his head, kissing your head and shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours, you at this point gripped his hand with all your might. His other hand did the same with yours as you held onto your belly. Your body sinking further towards the ground, at that point Azriel held most of your weight.

“-You gotta keep pushing, I know you’re tired. ” He tells you softly, the baby was half way out of your body, from what Azriel could see. An indescribable feeling bubbles in his chest so many words, and phrases but nothing could truly convey what it was.

You shake your head “ We are-so not- having another- Kiiiihhhhdddddd-” Your body moves to squat as you push your words cutting offer as your breath completely leaves your lungs.

Azriel smiles “ That’s it! One more push, just one more. I can see the babies legs” you nodded hearing his words Madja sharing the same smile. You gritted your teeth hissing out in pain as you pushed one more time. Your eyes widened, you let out a breath of relief, when the baby exited your body. Your tears slowing down, a tired smile graces your lips. Madja stood up with the baby in her arms, a servant rushing over to give her a towel to wrap the baby in. Azriel who’d still held you in his arms, tears filled his own eyes as he caught a look at his new world. The sweet melodic sound of a baby’s crying filling the room letting you both know the baby was there.

You hummed at the reassuring sound, Azriel switched his gaze instantly, his heart leaping out of his chest, your body had given out in exhaustion. He quickly threw your arm around his neck, grabbing both of your legs carrying you bridal style back to your shared bed. “I wanna hold our baby, Az” You sniffle.

“ I know” He whispers as he leans down, capturing your lips with his for a quick kiss, a much needed kiss. He pulls back an inch or too resting his forehead against yours. “ The baby Az” You giggled tiredly letting him know you wanted them.

“ Your baby Y/B/G needs a name” Madja says as she walks towards you both with the baby in her arms. By this point Azriel made the effort to sit directly behind you, your back to his chest, so he could hold the baby and you in his arms. The two of you stared down at your beautiful baby, cooing at it, talking about the features they shared between the two of you. By the time the two of you decided a name for the baby, the entire inner circle rested in your bedroom, they couldn’t wait anymore, they wanted to see their new addition to the family. It was sweet really. A moment the two of you kept sacred and cherished.

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It was dark, the moon's light shining above the frozen ground. It's been six months since you’d given birth, and here you were running with your child in your arms. Your breath could be seen floating in the air as you ran. Your boots crunching through the snow. Your baby wrapped in thick clothing, their wings shielded hidden from sight and the cold. You were trying to get to the cabin, the only cabin that you knew would be safe. It was the only place you could escape to, the one that only privileged people could get through. Someone would get your child back to Azriel wherever he was at the moment. Either that or he’d find them here…

You were nearing the home as the tiny cabin began to grow in size the closer you got, “ Come on, come on come on,” you say through gritted teeth will your legs go faster. You barely make it to the front entrance of the door, the creature behind you swiping at your legs. You fell to the floor, the baby still in your arms. You landed on your knees, you didn’t waste a second quickly scrambling back up. You were lucky that your baby wasn’t really fussy or easily startled, rather they were quiet, instead an amused smile could be seen. You knew then the baby would take after Azriel and maybe some of their uncle’s tendencies too. Tears filled your eyes, you grabbed the basket that was once used for flower picking. Placing your child inside of it. As if in slow motion the creature behind you roared, you gave one final push to the basket past the threshold into the safety of the home. Brief whine of relief leaves your lips, the smile slipping from your baby's face a little scream sounds off as you are yanked back into the white snowy abyss…

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Azriel lands down into the ground hard before taking off into a sprint. He practically smashes through the front door “ Y/N???! Y/B/N???!!” He stops about halfway into the living space; Mor holds his baby who cried profusely as Feyre attempts to soothe the little one with warm milk. His brothers and Amren search the entire cabin. Rhys however walked out of one room rushing to his brother's aide placing his hands on his shoulders. Azriel’s chest was tight and his heart ached, tears filled his eyes. He forces them away, he’s a spymaster, he has the ability to command shadows and darkness. He took on various opponents, ranging from different statuses. Yet he still managed to get his wife, his mate, kidnapped. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding the both of you, you had only barely given birth six months ago.

“ I need to find her” He growled, the wailing babe still calling out for their mother and father. But Azriel was distracted. Mor tried to rock the baby, the milk was no help, Feyre tried to find another blanket to wrap the baby in.

“ I know, and when we do we make them wish they hadn’t taken her.” Rhys responded as clenches his jaw.

Cassian moved towards his brothers, his nose flared, “Whoever took her will pay for it.” He growls.

Amren stepped towards the group, “ Do either one of you have a plan? Hmm? “

“ We don’t even know who took her” Feyre says as she stood with Mor, still the baby wailed, nothing could get them to settle down. Azriel couldn’t neglect his duties any longer swiftly walking to Mor. He gently took the baby in his arms holding them, the way you would, he leaned towards his baby’s head placing a small kiss. It’s beautiful big eyes that resembled yours, stared up at him, a sad smile graced their features. The wailing had come to a stop, instead little sniffles were heard. Azriel’s heart, though already broken and panicked, yielded a deeper pain, a pain for his child who witnessed the kidnapping of their mother.

Everyone had remained quiet watching the moment unfold and it was then that Azriel cried for the first time in front of everyone. He was good about hiding his pain, but not after he met you, not after he fell in love with you, not when the bond snapped in place, not even when he watched you birth the other half of his world. All those times you saw every emotion, every thought, all of it. At one point the group moved to grasp Azriel in a hug, and it did nothing for him. He only wanted your touch and your love. He wanted to be held by you. Azriel moved out of the way searching the home himself with his restless child in his arms. He couldn’t wallow in his feelings if he was going to find you. He needed to be the spymaster now, the Shadow singer. It was then did he call for his shadows to search other areas. Of course as they approached, they caressed the baby's face before disappearing. The baby in between shut their eyes, falling asleep finally. Everyone at that could relax just a little bit easier.

Azriel knew that you would’ve brought the baby here for this exact reason, that they all would come here. You trusted that by doing this, he would find you. The question was who took you. Azriel stepped into his room looking for anything that you might’ve left in there but you didn’t. A shadow reappeared dancing along his shoulder sneaking back towards the sleeping babe. His eyes followed the movement, the shadow quickly slipped through the blankets of the babe pulling out a note. Azriels eyes widened. How could he have missed that. He took the note, unfolding it. Ianthe. His breath caught in his throat, anger bubbling up the surface, the note in his hand crumbling the paper. He stormed back to the living space quickly handing Mor the baby. Rhys and Cassian stand up straighter.

“You know where she is” Rhys says.

“ Ianthe has her, the only place that could remotely bring her refuge is Hybren campsite. But I highly doubt it, the travel is distant, and winnowing can only get you so far before you become exhausted” Azriel replied.

“ You think she’s somewhere close by then?” Rhys suggests

“ She has to be”

“ So what are we waiting for? Let’s go get her!” Cassian retorts, his fists clenching into a fist ready to fight for his family.

“ We can’t until we know her exact location, I can’t feel her through the bond, we need to track her” Azriel moves forwards towards the door, grabbing the things he needed amongst that he ordered at least two or three of his shadows to remain with the baby. He was bringing you home.

Rhys looked at the group before deciding who stayed and went “ Amren stay here with Mor, Feyre I need you to come with us, you’re the only other person who might be able to save her” Amren gave a curt nod, Feyre moved next to her husband quickly, as the little group takes off and into the cold sky.

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You were thrown into the hard ground of a temple you’d never seen before. Your hands attempted to catch your fall before you were yanked back up by a soldier. You were breathing quickly and you struggled against the hold. Ianthe shook her head. “ I used to come here to pray, to find peace and solace. Now it’s ruined and destroyed, taken from me.” Ianthe clasps her hands together.

“ What does that have to do with me?” you say through gritted teeth, trying to wiggle out of the soldier's hold again his grip on you tightened.

“ I’m so happy you asked, boys, would you do me the honor and bring her up to the altar” She’s smiles, though to anyone else it looks sweet and meaningful, but in between you could see the malice behind it. You tried to fight off the soldiers as they dragged you up towards the altar, a slab of stone placed in the center. Another soldier had reached for the chains that were placed on the edges.

“ No-No-No!” You shook your head doing everything you could to get out of there to go back home, to your family, to your loved ones. But it was too late, two soldiers grabbed your legs and arms lifting you up, and placed you on the cold stone. Each soldier took your wrists and ankles, chaining them down.

“I am so delighted to tell you the reason you are here. You see, you are a sacrifice, you’re a librarian no? You know what is to come of these next few events. We will take all of Prythian and to do that I need my priestesses to be fully powered and well” She tells you as she takes steps closer to the Altar.

“ That has nothing to do with me!” You yelled. One of the soldiers back handed you and another socked you in the lower stomach. You yepped in pain, everything was still tender from when you’d given birth.

“ Oh but it does. You gave birth to an Illyrian baby, you are a lesser fae whose kind has never done such a thing. How you were capable of holding his child is beyond me. Which makes you my most unique sacrifice. You’ve read the sacred texts, books, poems, you know this is a rare occurrence.”

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about” You spit in her face.

Ianthe moved out of the way, the same malicious smile on her features“ Hmm but you do, you know as well as I do, that lesser fae can bring life force back into this temple. Your kind is known for its sacrifices, and we thank you for it-“She sighs happily as she takes a step back. “ -You may proceed with the preparations. I must retrieve my book, Sister, I need you to perform a blessings” As she walked away, her heels clicked against the concrete floor, another silent priestess walked in her place. She gave a simple nod to the soldiers, hands placed on your shoulders pinning you further into the stone. Your head was pushed to the side exposing the side of your neck. A hand pressed smashed your face into the stone. Your body shook, as you kicked your legs and yanked at the chains around your wrist. Another soldier walked in, a hot branding iron made its way towards you, to mark you.

“ Please don’t do this, I have a family” You begged, as the silent priestess sang her prayer. All you could think about was your family, your mind drifting to each person. You could see all of their smiles, you could hear their laughter echo in your mind. Your mind tracked back to sweet tender moments you shared with each person. But one you found yourself replaying was Azriel. You thought back to the moment you met him, you thought back to the time your baby was born. Your baby. Oh your baby, your little world- The soldier moved closer you could feel the heat of the branding iron making your skin rise. The hot burning metal pierced your skin. Your flesh burned, white hot pain shot through your whole body. You screamed at the pain, tears slipped down your cheek, your voice becoming raw. The symbols of various shapes of the moon branded into your skin.

The priestess continued her melody of prayer, the soldiers removed their hands and iron, Your wrists and ankles still chained. The sound of grinding gears and rotating drums echoed in the room. The slab of stone shook, shuddered and vibrated as it began to lower. You turned your head looking around you, water started to fill the slab you laid on. Your- Azriel’s tunic that you wore is becoming wet. The water is ice cold, you start to hyperventilate, to the point you could even think or speak. You didn’t get the opportunity to scream again for help as the water completely submerged you, you couldn’t focus, your oxygen was running low, you were starting to choke. You fought at least a few more times for air but you could feel yourself slipping, you were trying to hang on but you couldn’t. You could see shadows flying above you, maybe Azriel was sending you comfort, you weren’t sure, maybe you were imagining it, maybe this was it… peace…

A loud boom could be heard, the door to the temple blown to bits, voices boomed across the space, soldiers yelled and the priestess sang louder. Your eyes fluttering, you were close..The shadows above panicked as they scurried from one end to another. Swords and knives clashed. One flew past the water that swallows you whole. It hit the priestess who must’ve fallen onto the floor from the wound. More sounds emitted around you, death, death had come for you, this was not how you planned to die, but maybe this was the wish of Mother.

Azriel ran to the stone altar jumping into the water “Y/N?!” He called out to you. As he landed in the water, he could see your eyes had closed, you looked as though you were merely sleeping. Half of your neck is marked in those moon symbols. “ Fuck, Y/N?!! Cass?! Rhys?! I need one of you to help me get these chains off of her!” He kneels down into the water pulling on the chains. Cassian and Rhys run to the other side working on your ankles. Once you were free Azriel lifted up your body carrying you bridal style out of the water. He dropped down to the floor with you in his arms. His one free hand caressed the side of your face, tears painted his cheeks with stains. How could anyone do this to you, you deserved none of this. “ Y/N come back to me please” He whispers to you.

Your body limp and cold, Cassian had to look away from you, this memory would haunt him forever. His heart and soul shattered, and for someone who had seen so much death, this was one he wished he’d never witness. Azriel shook you, talking to you, trying to wake you up. He hadn’t thought to ask Feyre and Rhys. But the two were skeptical, they weren’t even sure they could bring you back. Azriel turned to his brothers and his high lady.

“ Do something!” He yelled. “ Anything please! Bring her back to me! I can’t live without her!”

Rhys frowned deeply, his heart aches for his brother, he walked over placing a hand on his shoulder. Feyre had turned away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She wasn’t ready to give up either just like Azriel, but she wasn’t sure if she could bring you back. Rhys knew it was too late for you to be saved. Azriel looked away from his brother and down towards you. His sobs ripped through his heart, mind and soul, as he lowered his head towards you. His forehead touched yours as he cried, a raspy scream left his lips and throat. Feyre and Cassian both moved toward each other, tears falling down their own faces. Rhys bowed his head, his silent tears dropping to the floor.

An unusual occurrence had taken place, Azriel’s shadows swarmed around you and Azriel both. Rhys took a step back, Cassian and Feyre grasped onto one another. Your eyes opened as you sucked in a breath of air choking on the water that was still in your lungs and you turned to the side spitting out the water. Azriel moved his head away from you, giving you a moment to breathe, couldn’t believe his own eyes. You looked around the room, your eyes finding Feyre, Rhys, Cassian, and then Azriel. The bond that was once quiet is now loud again. Azriel smiled, his glistening tears free falling once more. His hand gripped the tunic of his you wore. Your hand grabbing onto his forearm, he leans downward, his forehead touching yours.

“ Az-Azriel-“ You whispered breathlessly. He nods his head. “ My-My he-hero” you shivered from the cold.

“ Don’t-don’t you ever leave me” He tells you as his hand slides upwards to cup the back of your neck and intertwine in some of your hair.

“ I won’t” you whispered softly, he leaned down capturing your lips with his for a brief moment or two, the kiss sweet and languid.

“ We need to go Az” Rhys says, interrupting you both. Azriel sighs, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He removes his hands, one rested against your back while the other went under your legs, he carried just like he had when you gave birth. He walked out of the temple with you in his arms, taking off into the sky…

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When you arrived home everyone rushed to your side, Azriel refused to let you walk but you didn’t care. You forced your way out his hold, but his arm stayed wrapped around your middle holding onto you. You greeted everyone and told them you were okay. The mark imprinted on your skin permanently told you that you were a survivor, you didn’t want Madja to take that away. Azriel didn’t agree with that idea much, but it’s what you wanted.

You eyes searched the room for your baby, who to your surprise Amren held closely. Tears filled the brims of her eyes but as stubborn as she was, she never let them fall. Amren walked towards you placing the little babe in your arms. The babe had woke up from its slumber, a sweet smile spread across its face. Silent tears rolled down your face, as you leaned down to kiss your baby’s cheeks and nose. A giggle sounded off causing the group to grin from ear to ear. Everyone huddled close together wrapping their arms around you. That night everyone stayed in the cabin. Too worried about what might happen if they left. As cassian said “better with numbers”.

Azriel had walked you to the bedroom, helping you clean yourself up. You wanted to lay down with your baby and your mate. He respected that wish, it was the same wish he had. He laid down on his side, you tucked into his chest, the babe laid front of you both. You wrapped your arms around the baby, and Azriel wrapped his arms around you.

“ I love you” He whispers into your ear.

“ I love you too” You replied, you could feel Azriel tug you impossibly closer to him. That night he slept with both eyes open. Never again will he underestimate his enemies, and never again will he leave you and your baby defenseless. You, both were his world after all.

[itsangelll]

hello could I get a fic of 2010 Tom x f reader where he’s kinda like a bad boy or whatever and the reader’s like really innocent and stuff but Tom always has a soft spot for her somehow? Like they meet at a club and Tom immediately has an attraction towards and they start hanging out and if his friends ever say anything bad about her they quite literally kick their asses and it’s really sweet

tyyyy

A/n: of course I did change it up a bit but I hope you enjoy!! creds to @cafekitsune for the divider andd @bunniethinks for helping me out with this <33

Opposites Attract ❤︎︎

pairings:2010 Tom x femreader

warnings:mention of alcohol swearing do not read if you are sensitive with these topics!!

genre:angst to fluff

You’ve never been this nervous before, you came to a party with Tom which you were quite unsure about cause it wasn’t really your scene. When you walked into the house the smell of alcohol and other things filled your nostrils making you feel even more uneasy, “Tom I’m unsure about this I don’t think I fit in here” gripping onto his arm. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your cheek “it’s okay Liebe I promise.”

You smile at him feeling some the nerves ease as he reassures you. He grabs your hand leading you to a quieter part of the house and sits down on the couch next to you. You bounce your leg up and down looking around frantically showing that you still have some nerves, you look downwards as you feel Tom’s hand slide onto your though rubbing small circles against your soft skin. “Schatz you’ve got nothing to worry about I promise” pressing a small kiss to your shoulder then looking at you with a soft gaze. (give me that.) Tom stands up and you look at him confused “I’ll be right back im just gonna get a drink.” he says before he leaves.

Watching Tom walk off you looked around at everyone they looked a lot different than you some people were throwing up and making out. Till someone comes and sits next to you it was one of his friends, “You know Tom shouldn’t be dating you” his words slurred. “Sorry what?” your voice slightly shaky “Look at tom and look at you, I bet you can’t even compete with his standards he deserves someone way better you should leave while you still can.”

Your heart dropped everything his friend was saying could be true maybe you weren’t right for Tom after all you felt like you couldn’t speak everything almost became a blur, without another thought you grabbed your things and ran out of the party not looking back, tears were perking up in the corner of your eyes your vision going fuzzy finally you made it home.

Walking into your bedroom you collapsed onto the floor, you couldn’t take it all of your thoughts were clouding your head you didn’t know what to think. Was it true? did Tom really deserve someone better, After an hour or so you calmed down. You were about to fall asleep until you heard a loud thud right near your window, you looked over and you were shocked, “Tom what the hell?! There’s a door for a reason” you said while kneeling down to help him get up “I’m sorry Princess the door was locked” You looked at him and the sight was awful his hands were bloody and his face was slightly bruised.

You look at him with a worried expression on your face concern etched through your eyes. Holding out a hand to him you place him onto your bed as you look at him with a sad expression a tear dropping from the corner of your eye. Once he’s on the edge of the bed you stand between his legs cupping his face in your hands brushing a thumb under his non hurt eye. “what happened Tom” your voice barely above a whisper he sits in silence for a moment before speaking up. “I was trying to find to you but you weren’t anywhere in the house, then my dickhead of a friend came up to me telling me what he said to you I just lost it I’m sorry Schatzi”. Looking up at you regret written all over his face.

You grab his hand “we’re getting you cleaned up” leading him into the bathroom sitting him on the sink, you grab some cotton pads and alcohol to clean the wounds and his hand “This might sting a little” you carefully dab the wounds not trying to hurt him. Tom looks down at you “You don’t have to do this Princess” you look up at him and continue treating the bruises “well you shouldn’t be getting into fights with your friends.” You say as you finish cleaning up his face.

He gets up from the sink cupping your face in his hands, “You don’t need to listen to them Liebe I love you the way you already are” rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip “you mean that?” he smiles and rests his forehead against yours “You know i do princess opposites do attract.”

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed im sorry I’ve been so slow with these requests, school is coming up soon and I don’t know when I’ll be able to have time to write mwah bye cuties <33

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Joe and reader fake dating--she brings him home to family for dinner as her "boyfriend"

✨ Covering the «Fake Dating» square of @storiesofsvu ’s holiday bingo ✨

Warning: y/n's family is so damn shitty in this piece! 😅😮‍💨 And Joe is a saint 💕

You tried your best to never bring your personal life to work. But then your mother had to call you while on your way to the precinct to talk to Liv about the recent case. And as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t ignore her call. As soon as you picked up though it was all «You’re coming over for Christmas» and «time for you to find someone» and «that job of yours will never find you a man. I want grandchildren from you too, not just from your brothers!»

All you could do was reply with «yes, mom», «of course, mom», and so on, hoping she’d shut up soon. Sure you could say you had to go, but she already disliked your choice of work as it was. Feeling it was not fitting for a daughter of hers to work as a medical examiner, but there you were, and you absolutely loved your job.

Entering the bullpen at the 16th precinct, you gave Liv an apologetic look, and tried to wrap it all up. «Yeah, mom, it’s sad that I’m in my fifth holiday season without a boyfriend. Of course, I should ask Cecilia for dating advice. Mhm, yup.» 

Finally wrapping up the call, you apologized again to Liv, well to the whole squad really, who had to listen to that. «My mother can be—a lot—.» You noted, shoving your phone into your bag.

They gave you sympathetic looks as if to say «We know what it’s like.» But for you it felt like you were constantly worried about what you did or didn’t do. Feeling the need to prove yourself in front of your family, but especially your mother. Being the youngest of 6, the only girl, not to mention an accident, there was a lot of weight on your shoulders to be the perfect child growing up.

«From what I gathered, she wants you to settle?» Toni asked, looking at you. 

«Hit the nail right on the head there Toni. I’ve been single for the past five years, and she’s expecting me to quit my job and marry someone—it’s so infuriating. I love ,my job, and sure, it’s not easy to find someone to date when in that field, but I’m not gonna center my life around her ideals for me.» You apologized again for the outburst and asked Liv if you could get back to the reason you were there in the first place.

——

After the meeting with Liv you stayed back a little to chat to them about everything but your earlier confessions. 

That was until Toni joked that you should ask Joe to go with you to New Jersey for Christmas Eve with your family. Of course that would be silly, the crush you had on him was just be just that, silly and a crush, which you had no intentions on telling him about.

But Joe seemed to like the idea. «Can’t go back to Mexico for just the one day, and my mom is spending it with my sister and her family this year, so I’ll be free.»

You looked at him as if he’d grown an extra head. «You’d do that—for me?!»

Joe nodded at that, and smiled. «You’re one of my closest friends, of course I’d help you out.»

——

On the day, you picked Joe up at his place, and you set off to your childhood home. The whole way there you were so nervous. Scared you’d forget what you and Joe had rehearsed since he agreed to fake date you.

You were already a terrible liar. How this would play through, you had no idea. Although you’d managed to send out a somewhat believable text to your mom, saying you’d be bringing someone home for Christmas which she was beyond excited for. She had apparently not shut up about it and you’d been bombarded with texts from other family members, wanting to know about the mystery man.

Joe seemed more prepared though, and therefor calmer, which was kinda annoying, but you let it go.

——

The first part of the evening had gone smoothly enough, which gave you a false sense of security. Sooner or later, someone would say something and it would snowball into a nightmare.

Which thanks to your uncle Robert, happened soon enough. Ever the misogynist, he started making comments about quitting the job and getting married, so you could begin your duties as a housewife and mother.

You usually shut up when he opened his mouth, not wanting to cause an unwanted commotion. That was until;

«how fucking dare you?»

You could hear a pin drop as everyone turned to look at Joe. Your uncle letting out an angry «Excuse me?!»

A full on stare-down happened between the two of them as Joe shot back with; «y/n is one of the best! She doesn't ever need to quit her job, not when she loves it so much. And I would never make her quit»

Then your aunt just had to open her mouth, looking directly at you. «You know there's nothing wrong with quitting your job to raise children, y/n. I did, so did your mother and your aunts.»

For fear of repercussions, and sticking out, you didn’t dare utter a single word. Stuck in a tunnel of panic. «That may have worked for you but don't force your life on your daughter,» Joe snapped, looking away from your uncle long enough to glare at your aunt.

It was all turning out to be a nightmare, until your saving angel in all of this spoke up, «That’s enough! Leave the poor girl alone will ya?! This isn’t the 1950s where women have to stay home and tend the house!» Your grandma exclaimed, looking at everyone before you. «You do what feels best for you, darling.»

You still didn’t say anything. Instead opting on thanking her later when no one were looking.

——

After retreating to your old childhood bedroom for the night, all the insecurities from long ago came fluttering back, festering its sharp nails into your mind. And you found yourself pacing the floor, while Joe sat there, on your old bed, unable to say or do anything to help you ease your mind.

You rambled on an on about everything. How you were never good enough, how you should try harder. Maybe you should quit your job, do what they asked, for once; «I know I'll never find someone while I'm an ME, but I love it so much—.»

Joe looked at you in complete shock, you couldn’t give ut that job, not when you had so much passion for it. That job was everything to you, he knew that. «You have me—,» he started, a little shocked himself at his confession.

However, you looked completely stunned at that as you asked him to repeat himself.

«You have me, y/n.» He told you, as you stood there staring at him. 

Without thinking you made a b-line for him where he sat, kissing him with enough force to knock him down onto his back. Your actions dragged a deep, hearty laugh from Joe, who wrapped his arms tighter around you, kissing you back with the same intensity, smiling slightly against your lips.

«And you have me, Joe.» You whispered against him, «that is, if you want me.» Nerves filling you as you pulled away to look at him laying there under you or your old bed.

He almost looked a little offended at her question, «Of course, I want you.... I want you, y/n.» He looked at you like you were the only person in the world, cupping your cheek and caressing it as you both lay there. «And I don't give a damn what job you have. As long as you're happy.» You couldn’t lie to him when you confessed «I am--so happy.» «Good. Because you happy makes me happy,» he told you like it was the simplest thing in the world.

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