#ive been in bed trying to calm down from it and i did cry a little but then i took a nap with Tav and I'm just awake writing this now

[sxldierselfship]

It's been a really difficult day so far. The first half of it was just fine and normal as usual, yet when the afternoon rolled around (especially closer to 3 PM) I ended up being put in a very specific position due to someone in my life coming back around and telling me they still felt for me.

So of course, since this person did so much damage to me I've been a bit on the fritz. In general lately I have felt burned out, but this specific event happening really did put me over that edge. I've kind of just taken hold in my bedroom because at some points it felt like I was walking on glass with these emotions.

For the most part, I've been keeping my mind elsewhere. Mainly on Tav. It was the one thing I could do to not stress so much from hearing that specific four-lettered word from this person.. as one could imagine, Tav hasn't been very happy with this entire situation either. I kind of ended up being "taken away" by him from most of what happened. At least I have the comfort he provides, since I can't seem to find it elsewhere or out of most other people. I don't know what to do or how I'll respond, but for now, I'm just.. I don't know.

[orimuraa]

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ Sorry, I love you - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen after an argument ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader ┆angst, a bit of fluff┆mentions of arguing, petnames, kisses, crying┆ wc 958

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hellooo! im back from the dead once again..sorry ive been so inactive 😓 school is really busy lately but i promise to be more active! please reblog if you enjoyed ^^

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

after the two of you said your peace, you went separate ways to just have time to think. you and heeseung rarely got into arguments, so it hurt a lot when you did. “baby?” a small voice came from behind the door as you hesitantly walked to the door. opening it, you saw your boyfriend, his big bambi eyes looking up at you apologetically. “oh baby i’m so sorry, i never meant to lash out at you,” he sighs, pulling you into a soft embrace at the sight of your red and puffy eyes. he knows that after arguments, it’s always best to just hold one another and talk through it. he loved you so much, he just couldn’t risk ever losing you.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

the moment jay's hurtful words slip past his lips, he's all over you, apologizing, kissing you, telling you how he never meant it. you know he didn't mean it and you know it was a mistake. but the words hurt. an argument that got out of hand and now jay was at your feet, profusely apologizing to you. you pull him up and into a tight hug, whispering into his chest that you know he didn't mean it and how you aren't mad. "princess, i love you so much. you're too good to me," he says, kissing the crown of your head and whispering sweet words of affirmation to make up for his cruel ones.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

it was late and jake had just gotten home from practice. one small sentence threw him off and lead to a stupid argument. the two of you were tired and in dire need of sleep, so the words being thrown around didn't entirely make sense. it ended up that jake needed some time to calm down and shower, while you took some time to also calm down in the living room. "sweets? i'm so sorry i said all those things, you know i didn't mean a single word. i'm just so tired and exhausted.." jake says, sitting down next to you on the sofa. no more words needed to be exchanged as the two of you held each other close, small "i love you"s coming from one another.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

the words kept on replaying in your head as you sat alone in your bedroom, replaying the argument you had with sunghoon. it was something stupid that quickly escalated and ended with cruel words spewing out of sunghoon's mouth. you knew he didn't mean a single thing he had said but you still wanted him to explain himself. you both agreed that it would be best to calm down before talking again, so that's what you did. now, as sunghoon sat next to you, you saw him fiddling with his fingers, nervously looking down. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry my angel," he struggled to say, but it was enough. even though it was short, it had so much raw emotion to it and you knew he meant it. sunghoon was never good with words so this was enough. you pulled him in for a sweet kiss, no words needed, just the comfort from each other.

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo and you rarely got into arguments, both of you opting to try and talk out your issues than continuously yell at each other. but sunoo had just come back from a hard day and he was easily agitated. he snapped at you, but the moment he did, he realized his mistake and rushed over to you, telling you that he was so sorry and he never meant to. yes it did surprise you that sunoo raised his voice that much at you, but you weren't mad. it hurt a bit yes, but you tried to realized that he must've really struggled earlier today. "just don't do it again sun. i'm not mad," you reassure him once the two of you have calmed down and now cuddled together on the bed. "i don't deserve you," he whispers, kissing your shoulders and pulling you in closer.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

when you and jungwon got into arguments, it always ended with the two of you laying together on the bed and talking it out gently. jungwon hated having to raise his voice at you and never meant the cruel words that accidentally slipped from his lips. he always apologized with sweet words of affection after you both calmed down and were ready to talk to one another. if it ever got really bad to the point where you cried, he would spend the whole day holding you and beating himself up for making you cry. he never wanted to hurt you and he would cover you in kisses to make up for it. despite your clashing opinions, during the aftermath of the argument, you would always hear the other person out and let all the thoughts out, wanting to end the argument. he loved you so much and he hated arguing with you, so he always tried to keep the peace as much as possible.

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

riki rarely got pissed at you, but there were times where the two of you would argue and since he always had a strong opinion, it was hard for him to back down. with the members, he was hot-headed during arguments, but with you, he always tried to calm down and hear you out. he didn't like fighting with you and he especially didn't like it when the fights got out of hand and tears would drip down your pretty face. he would immediately apologize, kissing away you tears and whispering apologies to you, calming the both of you down. once you and him were okay again, you would apologize and the two of you would spend the rest of the day cuddling and just clinging together.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned whumpee

CW: Whumper turned caretaker, injured whumpee, defiant, restrained, angst

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Whumpee awoke in their enemies infirmary.

An IV was pricking their arm and the lights were dimmed. They twitched as their wrist ached from the handcuff binding them to the bed.

"You're awake? I was getting worried about you." Whumper hummed, sitting by their bedside with a large cup of coffee. Whumpee shakily rose their hand as the handcuff clinked.

"This isn't necessary." Whumpee tiredly mumbled.

"My my, you've been awake for ten seconds and already making demands." Whumper chuckled. "But I'm afraid we're not on that level of trust yet, I can get you something for the bruise."

Whumpee tried to sit up, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. 

"I'm a w-wounded prisoner. It's not like I know my w-way around here-" Their voice hitched as their arm gave in as they collapsed. Whumper was quick to pull them up and put a pillow behind their back.

"Easy now, you're still healing. -And don't downgrade yourself, you could still pack a punch, I know how you were trained." Whumper scolded, fixing the blanket around them.

"How could you possibly know that." Whumpee squinted. Whumper ignored their question and waved someone over; they were handed something whumpee couldn't see from the bed. Whumper moved towards them whumpee tried to scamper as far as the handcuff could go.

"Hey! Hey, calm down. It's not going to hurt you." Whumper lulled, placing a plate with a full meal on their lap. "Look, it's just a peace offering."

Whumpee's face flushed with a hint of pink as they lowered their shoulders. Hospitality was the least they expected from their enemy's leader. "You're feeding me?" Whumpee tilted their head.

"Of course I'm feeding you. I saved your life, I'm not going to waste it all by starving you. Gracious, eat your dinner." Whumper scoffed. 

"This is dinner? How long did you sedate me?" Whumpee suddenly perked up.

"I didn't sedate you, you were exhausted. That's just how long you slept. Now eat, you'll feel better." They nudged, taking their wrist and putting a plastic fork in whumpee's hand.

"If I didn't know any better," Whumper chuckled, "I would guess your beloved team wasn't feeding you either-"

Whumper felt movement and grabbed whumpee's arm before they attempted to plummet the fork into whumper's neck. They glared at each other as Whumpee was panting and pouring with sweat.

"Sweetheart, that is a plastic fork you're holding." Whumper glared.

"I know. But it's got three sh-sharp points and that's good enough f-for me." Whumpee grunted, still attempting to stab them. Whumper grabbed their collar and yanked them mere inches away. Whumpee pushed and tried to back-peddle as whumper held their collar.

"That was a cute try." Whumper whispered in their ear. "But you don't have the strength to fight just yet, little lamb. Should have eaten first." They plucked the fork out of Whumpee's hand and released them. Whumpee fell back and winced, holding their wound as it pulsed. They could feel the stitches underneath their shirt, staying intact at least...

"You honestly can't believe you'll keep me here like this! I don't want to be here- I'm not your pet to tease!" Whumpee shouted at them.

"You're not my pet. If you want to be that way, then sure; you're like a lamb running for the cliffs that I have to keep pulling you away from." Whumper straightened their jacket and rubbed their neck.

"You're only keeping me alive so you can torture me later, I've told you from the start I won't ever give up my team-"

"-No." Whumper cut them off.

Whumpee suddenly quieted and closed their lips. "... What do you mean no?" They quietly asked.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, your head is so full of lies it sickens me to know what they've taught you! You want to know why I stayed by your side all day? You woke up throughout the night and cried yourself right back to sleep!"

"I wasn't crying!" Whumpee sobbed, covering their face and fell silent. Whumper shut their mouth and leaned back, realizing they had corned them. "I'm sorry. I uh ... I'll give you some space. I'll come check on you later." Whumper quickly stood. They craned their head back to see whumpee was now curled on their side facing away from them.

Whumpee flinched when they heard a "clink" as the handcuff fell off their wrist. It was a feeling of pure light and relief. It was a surprising gesture, even for the stunt they pulled with the now-revoked plastic fork.

This wasn't the ruthless enemy whumpee was expecting; whumper speaks as if they know more about their own team than whumpee does. If they got trusted enough to freely walk around, they would get to find their own answers deep in the core of their enemies base. 

 Perhaps this was an opportunity.

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[sexilene]

can i please request reader going off to collage and not wanting to go and leave rafe, and then he convinces her that its okay not to go and stay with him? if it's a little confusion im sorry!

ive got ya!! xoxo!!! (sorry about any spelling mistakes, im like so beyond sleepy rn idk whyyy!!!!)

"hey baby? where are the suitcases, packed already?” your boyfriend shouts from the hall, wondering where all your stuff that was once out ready to get packed, is gone from where he last saw it.

“uh- almost,” you call back, watching him walk into your room carefully trying not to spill your sleepy time tea in his hand, staring down at the cup until he places it on your nightstand. "did you put em away?-" he begins, before you cut him off,

“ray?”

“yeah?”

“i need to talk to you about something…it’s nothing bad i promise…” your eyes wide and full of an emotion he can't quite place. he stares down at you sitting on the bed, crossing his arms waiting to hear what you've got to say. “okay, what’s up?”

“weeeell, i'm really proud of myself about getting in but i’m still a little nervous about going away…leaving you…” you ramble, avoiding eye contact with rafe. “got separation anxiety?” he laughs, bending down to be at eye level with you.

“don’t joke right now rafe, m’serious!” you whine, going to hide your face in your hands when rafe grabs your wrists ever so gently to direct your attention back on him. “sorry, sorry baby…continue." your boyfriend whispers, softly rubbing the skin on your wrist back and forth with his thumb.

you take a deep breath to keep the tears at bay “i’ve just been thinking about it a lot and i don’t wanna be half away across the country! and of course i know how important college is-”

rafe interrupts you by shrugging and muttering out an “eh,” as if to dismiss the importance of college,

“but…”

“but what, baby?” his eyes innocently looking up at you,

“what if i didn’t go? like i want to, but i don’t and it's all so stressful and i feel like i’m gonna disappoint everyone if i don’t go…” a tear then streaming down your face faster than you can wipe it away to keep him from seeing you cry over this.

your sweet boyfriend's heart twists with every tear that follows, he lets go of your wrists to hold your hands in his much bigger, warmer ones and shushes your fears, “hey- hey okay…just relax a minute kid, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. i say it all the time, can’t fucking wait to put a big ass diamond on this finger. and you won’t gotta worry about anything, cause i promise i’ll take care of you.” he tells you, a smirk on his face, trying his best to reassure you.

“i know but i don’t want to look stupid by being the girl who got into an amazing school but then chose to marry her first boyfriend and stay here!” you realize it's not the nicest thing to say out loud but it is- or would be the truth.

“what’s stupid bout being my little housewife?” rafe furrows his eyebrows, bringing his lips down to kiss every single one of your fingers. “aight listen, i’m so proud of you for getting in and doing the preparation for it but if you feel like your mind has changed that's not a bad thing. im fuckin’ relieved you wanna stay, and if you wanna still go to school there’s always UNC… you’d be closer.” your boyfriend was always very good at reasoning, especially with you. he could calm you in any situation with a couple of wise words and kisses.

“yeah…” you sigh, and wipe your nose with the back of your hand, letting go of his. and sure it's relieving to know that you could always choose to make that decision later, yet the thought in the back of your mind still present, telling you not to end up as another figure eight stepford wife.

and as quickly as the thought crept back into your mind, rafe was able to make it disappear “look, i love you babydoll and im gonna support you as you support me yeah? whatever you want, i'll get it for you you know that... you belong here, with me.” he stands back up again, hands reaching down to wipe the remaining tear droplets on your cheeks gently, to show you he cares ever so much about you and how much he wants to be soft with you- as if you could break like a china doll. “kay, so no tears. did your makeup so pretty today baby...”

your wet lashes sticking together, doe eyes staring up at him with love and admiration. “you’re my best friend ray. i love you, so much my heart hurts.”

“and you're mine, and i love you more than anything ever- and you can sleep on it you know? don't have to make up your mind right here." he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

ᥫ᭡.

[babydolls-writing-space]

“I’m here now, my deer”

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hi, this was requested so I hope you all like it! Not proof read

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This week was a rough week for you- there have been a lot of issues and chaos going on lately due to the extermination coming up lately. Auntie Charlie and vaggie have been running around and trying to figure out a plan. Uncle husk and big brother angel/ sir pentious have been making weapons and trying to build protection to help protect the hotel and you papa has been making sure things have been going ok and has been going to a lot of meetings with the overloads so you have been alone a lot this week. Heck you even got put in time out a few times because you were upset that no one was around and that your papa was missing.  

Like he was there for a few small moments at a time, and he always put you to bed but you still missed him and wanted to spend more time with him. This wasn’t fair to you; you were just a small little baby. You shouldn't be alone; you should be in papa's arms while he sings you soft songs as he feeds you a bottle. But no, you were in your tiny room all by yourself.  

It was in the late afternoon; the sun was beaming through the windows of your nursery, and you were in your crib. You had just woken up from your nap and you were not having it right now, 

you had a dream where people were saying icky things to you and your Carrers just watched and didn't say anything. You had tears in your eyes that were soon running down your face, and you were whining as you held your blanky close to you. Before you could roll over and see you heard the door open  “Sweet pea...?” you heard a familiar voice say as they walked over to you. When you looked up you saw your papa, he smiled softly but you could tell in his eyes he looked a little worried for you. “What is wrong my dear...?” He asked as he gently picked you up from your crib, with your blanket around you. You tried to use your words however you couldn't, there had been to much going on and you couldn't bear it anymore, you just felt your tiny self-get to overwhelmed and started to cry into your papas shoulder.   

“Now now my little deer what's the matter..?” he asked as he gently rubbed his hand over your back trying to calm down “Did you have a bad dream..?” he asked as he gently swayed with you. You nodded your tiny little head softly “Aw your poor thing.. Lets get you a bottle made..” he said as he gently carried you in his arms to the kitchen as he started to make you a bottle.  

He gently fed you as he carried you back to your room and sat in the nursery. It stayed quite for awhile however once you were done he sat the bottle on a side table as gently rubbed your back as you laid on his chest “Why did you have a bad dream my little fawn?” he asked softly. Words were  hard since you were small right now, so feeling bad you gently pointed at him. “Me..?” he asked softly as he tried to think about it. “Is it because ive been busy..?” he asked, and when you gave a small nod he felt horrible “I know ive been busy my little fawn... im so sorry i dont mean to be...it must be hard for you since its been so crazy..” You nodded again as a small sigh left your mouth.  

“I promise i will try to be here more my little deer..” He said softly. “What would you like to do today my little fawn.. We can do anything you want to...” alastor said as he gently looked over to you. You bable softly in respone, a soft smile on alastors face as you do “Hm, that sounded like music, am i right?” he asked. You cooed at his answer which basically meant yes so with a smile he gently got you up and carried you to your changing table “ok baby fawn but you gotta get changed first, and then we can ok?”. You nodded softly as he changed you and put you in a onesie, then he grabbed your blanky, paci, and stuffie as he made his way to his raido tower. He opend the window softly as he went and sat in his chair as he turned on his raido which turned on soft lullubys for you as he gently swayed with you and your stuffie. 

The night was peaceful as later made you dinner, read you books, and gave you a bubble bath, because no matter how busy he was, Alastor always made time for you, after all he was your papa, and you were his fawn.  

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[hauntingkiki]

HII!!! can i request Venture with pregnant reader? how will they react finding out shes pregnant? headcanons on them taking care of her throughout the pregnancy, giving birth, etc? Even them taking care of the baby later on!! and Venture parent headcanons in general!! sorry if it’s a lot, i’m just thinking of Venture as a parent!! SO CUTE!!! love ur writing btw!!

OMG AWWW YES! this is so cute! and it’s not a lot dwdw!! and thank you! i’m glad you enjoy reading my work!

Venture x Pregnant! Reader

Overwatch

2nd POV

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- i want to start this off by giving a quick headcanon!!(idk if ive said it already) but i TOTALLY believe that sloan has a huge family, and i mean HUGE. bunch of brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces and nephews, so they’ve ‘experienced’ what it’s like to have someone who’s pregnant

- but anyways, into the request!

- so! a few weeks after the two of you got 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, sloan noticed that you were a little…off?

- something didn’t sit right with them, but they kind of shrugged it off to ‘it’s been a while, and we both have shitty sleep schedules; it’s probably that’ and they went to work

- you knew something was wrong, so you took a pregnancy test from the bathroom

- ^ the girls in sloan’s family gave some tests for you just in case

- but anyways, you took the test, patiently waited the three minutes and-

- you were pregnant.

- sloan got home a few hours later, and you told them you made a discovery while they were at work. sloan’s mind immediately clicked to you finding a geo in the backyard but they closed their eyes, and opened them to reveal a positive pregnancy test!

- they were so happy!! started crying tears of joy while they peppered you in kisses and engulfed you into so many hugs!

- when you’d have really bad morning sickness, sloan would hold your hair back and just sit with you on the bathroom floor

- they know you’re going through a lot, and you’re going to go through more as the months go on, so they’ll accommodate to your every need:)

- one of my irl pookies gave me a headcanon😳 she said, “venture the typa parent to act ike theyre calm and collected the whole pregnancy but constantly freak out and worry about their partner” WHICH I SO AGREE ON!

- even though sloan went through this multiple times, they’re so stressed out because it’s YOU! their partner!!

- you’d be in bed, upset about something then sloan will come to the rescue!

“don’t worry, i’ll go get you something!” *stands completely still*

*in disbelief while tears are STREAMING down your face* “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??”

“I-I DONT KNOWWW!”

- they panic so much cause they don’t want to make you more upset or anything:)

- sloan tries their HARDEST to not make you mad at them, but it just ends up with you crying because of how sweet they are towards you

- whenever you have a new craving, sloan is so down to try it. a good 70% of the times they like them! but the other 30%…never again.

- have you seen those cute gender reveals where it’s just the parents and they cut the cake? yall did that

- this and this tiktok are MY FAVORITE GENDER REVEALS EVERRR!! and it’s EXACTLY how i imagine it!!(kinda)

- the two of you were somewhere pretty, like a lake, flower garden or a beautiful meadow! and you two had the cake in front of you, the glasses in hand.

- little oneshot real quick for this😳:

“you ready?” sloan muttered, hands shaking as they held the beautiful champagne glass that was going to cut the cake to reveal the gender.

you nodded faintly, heart hammering against your chest. your hands shook violently, your wedding ring tapping against the glass, a faint ding sound ringed through the glass.

the two of you hovered over the cake, both glasses clinking together.

“i’m so scared.” you sighed, your voice cracking as tears stung your eyes.

sloan brought their fee hand up to your face, caressing your cheek before letting their hand rest on your arm. “it’s okay!” they reassured with a chuckle, rubbing their thumb across your forearm.

sighing, you nodded, the two of you closing your eyes and pressing down into the cake, pulling your glasses up once they were filled with cake.

“okay.” sloan chuckled, rolling their shoulders. “3…2…1…”

the two of you opened your eyes, you bursting into tears while you dropped your glass into your lap, the frosting staining your dress.

sloan let out a breath, eyes wide as they examined the glass in their hands before leaning it against the cake, pulling you into a hug as they two of you cried tears of joy.

it was a girl.

- once sloan found out you two were having a baby girl, they went on an outfit shopping spree; buying everything that they found cute for her.

- months have past and you were going to name your baby girl, d/n (daughter name), but, you were trying to figure out what she was going to call sloan when she starts talking

- you were looking for gender neutral titles for your lover, before sloan walked into the living room and sat next to you, unaware of what you were doing

- they turned to you the same time you turned to them, a sad look on your face as you open your mouth but sloan beats you to the punch

“…i’m going to be a dad.”

- your due date inching closer, the stress was getting to both of you. both of you were ready to see this baby but, what the fuck do you do?

- sloan backed a backpack full of necessities and left it in the car a month prior, so you were good there. the nursery was all set with everything the baby needed, baby monitor was also installed, stroller was purchased- the list went on

- then, it happened.

- as soon as the words “my water broke” left your lips, sloan suddenly locked in and knew what to do

- it all happened so fast, one minute you were in your apartment then the next you were in the hospital

- while sloan and you were waiting for you to be fully dilated, they helped you do some stretches and get your mind somewhat off of the pain, which helped a ton

- they held your hand the entire time, not letting go at all. they held your hand when you were getting your medication for the pain relief, and when you were pushing- they were at your side the whole time

- when you were pushing, you were expecting them to pass out, but they didn’t (you weren’t super surprised since they’ve been through this before)

- constant words of encouragement from them! they’d also give you small pecks on the lips during your breaks before kissing the top of your head

- then, many hours of pushing, the baby had arrived

- sloan started bawling the second they saw her, obviously letting you hold her first as the two of you cried happily together

- when you passed d/n off to sloan, you were a little nervous, but they did fantastic holding your baby

- while you were getting some sleep after the birth, they were just holding her. their mind was blown that they were a father, a parent!

- when they were getting sleepy too, they joined you on the small ass hospital bed, but they let you be practically on top of them, so it was a win in their book LMAO

- i think that’s all the pregnancy head canons😓 so let’s dive into the general parenting headcanons!

- they’re 100% playing in the dirt with your daughter, looking for rocks, worms, and other critters and surprises

- d/n definitely got sloan’s love for rocks and nature, she’s constantly begging her father if they can go outside

- you two hardly get mad at her, since she’s such an easy kid

- sloan deffo limited the amount of trips for work, only going on week long trips instead of month+ trips, but as she got older and more mature, they started going back to work again

- the wayfinder’s absolutely ADORE HER! she calls everyone aunty/uncle there and they treat her like she’s family(she basically is)

- if you and sloan want to go on a date night, sloan would drop her off and they’d happily take her in:)

- as she got older, sloan and her got more into archeology; them telling her all about their adventures and even about overwatch too!

- oh, and (mostly) everyone at overwatch loves her too

- rein, ana, and sigma have honorably taken grandparent titles

- they would so want to give her a quinceañera when she’s 15 (since mexican from sloan), but they won’t force her to have one if she doesn’t want one

- they’ll speak spanish to/around her, that way she can get familiar with the language and she can communicate with family members who only speak spanish

- and you do the same too! if you speak another language, that is

- they’re the overprotective parent when it comes to dating/boys

- if she wanted to have a sleepover with 10 friends, they’d so let her! sure, you’d probably get a little upset, but sloan would help feed them and clean up after them:)

- but, overall, they just really love their little girl. they’re so happy to have a family, especially with you!

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoyed!:)

[dollyhao]

ameliorate; to make better

pairing: dina x reader

summary: dina is overwhelmed by all the things that happened in seattle…. and ellie, and being a single mother doesn’t make it any easier. when a sweet woman comes to make her life easier...better.

toni's note: there's nothing to warn about besides a bit angst, it doesn't really get angsty till the next part. im hoping i can make this into 3 parts. thank you for 800 followers by the way!

word count: 1k

you hear the sound of a wailing baby as you make your way back home, you follow the sound. you cant be too sure about these kinda things, what if something bad happened. you stumble upon dina rocking baby jj in a rocking chair on her porch, shushing him trying to console him. dina looks tired and overwhelmed, dark circles under her eyes and unbrushed hair.

you approach her gently not wanting to startle her, “hey, can i try?” you give her a gentle smile pointing at jj. dina tucks a piece of hair behind her ear nodding, “y-yea sure. you can try, hes been crying a lot lately.” you reach for jj bouncing and rocking in a comforting rhythm, chanting soft shushes. jj quiets down letting out a calm gurgle. you look back up at dina seeing her rub her hands down her face in an exhausted manner.

she chuckles, “i cant even get my son to be quiet let alone sleep, ellie was really good at that..” she puts her elbows on her knees putting her face in her hands. you stay quiet letting her have her moment, still rocking jj as he starts to doze off. dina seems to regroup, looking back up at you curiously, “would you like to come in? its getting cold out here.” dina offers standing up. “yea, thanks.”

dina walks into the house and you follow, “no. thank you. i appreciate what you did. “ “where’s his bed?” you ask now that jj is fast asleep. “he sleeps with me, the room is down the hall.” you go to the room, laying jj down, making sure hes comfortable before leaving the room. dina is in the kitchen making herself a cup of tea, “would you like some?” she glances at you over her shoulder. “yes please.” you stand awkwardly, hands in your back pockets swaying a little. she nods over to the living room with 2 cups in her hands. you follow taking a seat on the couch as she hands you a cup.

you thank her, taking a sip. “are you new to jackson? i dont remember ever seeing you before.” you chuckle, “no im not new, ive been here for years now.” you give a shy smile. “oh im sorry, i cant believe ive never noticed you.” “its fine. i preferred to stay to myself anyway. i work at the school. im a teacher,” you sit your cup down looking at her, “i always wanted to approach you, i thought you were beautiful. but you were dating jesse and then after you and jesse broke up, you and ellie made a nice little scene at the party.” you chuckle watching her face flush slightly. “also, im sorry about jesse…. and ellie.” she nods, quiet for a minute before replying. “thank you, for the jesse and ellie thing… and for calling me beautiful.” you smile at her.

you look outside seeing how dark it was getting, “i should get going.” you say standing up. dina stands up too, “thank you again. he probably would’ve cried through the night.” “of course, just let me know if you need my help again. ill be happy to help.” you walk backwards as you talk smiling at her until you run into a wall. “ah, shit..” you say rubbing the back of your head. dina laughs and follows you to the door as you turn around and walk correctly. “ill be sure to ask for your help again.” she says giving you a soft, genuine smile.

a week later, you walk into the dining hall as maria is walking out, “hey maria, is there anything you needed from me?” you wanted to make sure there wasn’t something you were suppose to be doing that you forgot about. “no. nothing that i can remember. im about to take this to dina, i wanna make sure shes staying fed.” “ill take it to her!” you say a little too eagerly for your taste. for the last week, you’ve been trying to find any excuse to visit dina and jj when you weren’t busy. dina doesn’t seem to ever object to the company. she appreciates you coming around and talking to her and playing with the baby. so when this opportunity pops up, of course your gonna take it. “let me grab myself a plate and ill take hers to her.” you say taking the plate out her hands. “well ok. thank you.” you smile before walking away.

you get to dina’s door knocking with the two plates in your hands. dina opens the door looking a little breathless, “oh, hey.” she gives you one of her soft smiles shes been giving you quite a lot. “hey, i brought you food. not sure if you ate or not.” “right.. food. i definitely forgot to eat. “ she says rubbing a hand through her hair. she gives another small smile, but this one doesn’t reach her eyes. “thats ok. i have food for you, lets not dwell to much on a honest mistake. k?” she nods. you hear a baby cry in the background, “i see you have two plates. wanna come in and eat? i was just feeding jj.” “id love to” you respond walking in.

you guys walk to the dining table where you find jj in a high chair. “hey baby boy!” you say tickling his belly, he lets out a squeal/giggle. you and dina sit on either sides of him after a minute, you see dina subtly go to smell herself. she lets out a wince, “um do you mind feeding him while i go take a shower.” you nod, “of course.” you say as you slide his food bowl over to yourself. you give dina a reassuring smile letting her know its ok.

when dina gets out the shower and is dressed, she walks in the living room while brushing her hair seeing you and jj on the carpet in her living room playing. she smiles, it felt good being able to enjoy a shower without rushing out to jj. she trusts you with jj almost the way she trusted ellie with him. yall look her way, both you and jj smiling at her. she comes and joins, both of you enjoying the sweet giggles of the cute baby.

(part 1)

[aliceyed]

Perfect

summary: after a shitty date you cry about it to your bestfriend, beomgyu.

warnings: kissing, cursing, horny ass dude.

pairing: bestfriend!beomgyu x fem!reader

genre: bestfriends to lovers

"how do I look?" you said while walking out of the bathroom.

beomgyu who was lying on your bed looked up from his phone, "eh, you look fine."

you rolled your eyes, "you said that about the last 4 outfits can you please help me choose the perfect one." walking over to your vanity table you attempted to fix your hair a little when beomgyu walked over to you tucking stray strands of hair behind you ear.

"okok, im sorry. you looked stunning in all of the outfits, i think even if you wore a trash bag to your date you would look gorgeous."

your stomach did something weird, it always happened when you hung out with beomgyu. you know you probably had feelings for him but there was no chance he liked you back, besides he said he only saw you as a sister. so to cope with this you tried to take your mind off him by going on dates with random guys (really stupid coping mechanism).

coming back to reality you slapped his arm, "stop lying to me."

laughing a bit he replied, "im really not lying, but i think you should go with this outfit." picking up your phone you see your date texted you saying he was already at your door to pick you up. quickly grabbing your bag you rush to your door and compose yourself before opening the door.

your date who shall not be named (im lazy to think of a name), looks you up and down, "looking good babe, ready to go?"

you felt slightly uncomfortable but tried to smile and nod your head.

basically long story short, the date was horrible. you went to a nice restaurant, where your self absorbed date was practically throwing himself at you the whole time trying to kiss you. he just made you feel really uncomfortable the whole time and to top it all off he forgot to bring his wallet and you ended up paying for the whole date. you just wanted to get home.

when the both of you got in his car he put his hand on your thigh, "wanna go back to my place?" at this point you were so done, "what the fuck is wrong with you!" you shouted and ran out of his car and straight to a bathroom and cried it all out. you called beomgyu to come pick you up and from hearning your choked up voice he ran faster than ever to come get you. after calling you to let you know he was outside, you ran out and hugged him tightly.

beomgyu didn't care that your tears were staining his shirt, he hugged you back just as tight softly rubbing your back. seeing you like this after so many dates broke his heart, he couldn't stand to see you like this anymore.

driving you back to your place, he prepared your favourite snacks and your favourite movie to try and lighten your spirits while you changed into more comfortable clothes. when you got out you saw beomgyu in your living room selecting the movie and patting the seat beside him. you still weren't over your awful date and could feel tears threatening to spill out at any time and just started ranting about it all to beomgyu.

"yn why do you do this to yourself? why do you always go out with these jerks and make yourself miserable, i hate seeing you like this."

"you wanna know why beomgyu?" you were going to regret this confession but you couldnt hold in your feelings anymore. "i like you gyu, ive liked you for such a long time but 2 years ago i heard you say you only thought of me as some sort of a sister, and that broke my heart. to try and get over it i started dating these jerks. i really like you and it hurts that youll never feel the same way." tears starting pouring out of your eyes uncontrollably as you quickly try to wipe them away with the back of your hand.

beomgyu was dumbfounded, after all this time because of his stupidity hes been hurting you all these years. he pulled you close to him, holding your face gently and wiping away the tears with his thumbs and embraced you, calming you down.

"yn, ive always liked you too... I was just always scared you wouldn't like me back so i would tell my friends i saw you as a sister even though i liked- heck loved you for so long. it would hurt me to see you go out with so many guys and never asked me once."

it was now

your turn to be dumbfounded, did he really like you back? "please dont tell me this is a joke," you sniffled back a tear. "do i look like im joking?" he held your chin softly and brought your face close to his. you heart was beating a million miles an hour, was this really happening?

he looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort before leaning in to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was slow and gentle and you loved every second of it. after pulling away you both couldnt help but laugh at the situation, 2 idiots in love for so long but unaware.

you 2 spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching the movie then falling asleep on the couch, the perfect ending for the not so perfect night.

[lillaydee]

One More Try Part 3

Landlord Joel Miller / Reader

They say a woman is tested when her man has nothing. But a man is tested when he has everything. What happens if you both passed the test, but your partners did not?

WARNINGS:

Unplanned Pregnancy, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), SO MUCH FLUFF, Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Reader was pregnant before meeting Joel, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Miscarriage (Not OC), Landlord Joel, No Outbreak AU

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 2

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Warning - Miscarriage Scare. I am not a medical or law expert in any way, so there might be some medical and law related inaccuracies in this chapter. Please take any inaccuracies in the spirit of story telling. I also have no idea how long hand-making furniture would normally take, so for the sake of this chapter let's just pretend Joel is Joel the SuperCarpenter ok?

For the first time since you had known him, you called Joel for help, telling him you needed to go the hospital. He was at your door within seconds, Anita hobbling along the two of you. Joel refused to let you walk, carrying you to his truck, laying you down in the back seat, your head in Anita’s lap. Your stomach was cramping, and you had never been more scared in your life. Anita held your head and hand throughout the journey, her voice comforting you. You couldn’t help yourself from crying, Joel giving you worried looks in the rearview mirror every chance he got.

When you got to the ER, Anita accompanied you inside while Joel parked the truck. You couldn’t help but notice his driving was much more aggressive once you had gotten out. The nurses wheeled you in, Anita walking as fast as she could, telling them what had happened. By the time Joel got there, out of breath from running, Anita was waiting outside, they had asked her to wait outside while they checked you out. Joel sat beside his mother, his head in his hands, his heart beating uncomfortably fast, his stomach churning. Anita had called Tommy, and he, Maria and Frank got there in no time at all.

Joel was so noticeably quiet, which was saying something, given how quiet he had always been, his eyes red from unshed tears. Tommy and Anita kept a hand on him at all times. When Tess walked out, Joel stood up, and she told the group that you were alright, but had lost a bit of blood. Your baby was doing okay, but it was a close call, and Joel had done the right thing taking her to the ER so quickly. Joel lost it at that, sobbing into his mother’s shoulders, calming himself only when Tess said he could come in and sit with you if he so wished.

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You were laying on the small bed in the ER, feeling so alone your fear of losing the baby quadrupled. The monitors were beeping too loudly. You could hear your heartbeat in your throat, your mouth, your ears, and the monitors were making it worse. Your head was pounding. Your throat was dry. Your face was wet from the tears you kept shedding without even noticing. They put in syringes upon syringes of medication in your IV, Tess’s steady voice telling you will be alright, your baby will be alright. When the beeping on the monitors calmed, you found yourself alone, still crying, still terrified of losing the baby. Your body shook from your crying, your fear, the low temperature in the ER, or whatever else. You didn’t even know anymore.

The curtain opened behind you, and even if you didn’t see him at first, you knew it was Joel. Your heart calmed immediately. You turned, and he was instantly on you. He hugged you with such gentleness and firmness all at once, and you breathed in the smell of him. He held your hands, and when you looked at him, his eyes were red. You sat up, trying to hold his face, wanting to do to him what he was doing to you, but he gently held you down, saying he’s alright. Let’s worry about you now.

There was no chair, but he stood there, next to your bed, one hand holding yours, the other stroking your hair. You would even go as far to say his strokes were loving. You felt as if things will be fine, as long as Joel was there. He repeated Tess’s words to you, telling you that all will be well, but you have to stay for a few nights, they want to make sure you were really alright before letting you go home. Your eyes were locked on his, and his on yours, and he was smiling at you despite his red eyes. You kept thanking him, and he kept shaking his head no, and that he was just very relieved you were doing alright.

The curtain was pulled open again, Tess coming in to tell you two that they were just preparing a room for you upstairs. You were stable for now, so was the baby. She told the both of you what medically happened, her theory of what led to the bleeding, what she had done to stop it, and what her plan of action was. She told Joel to go home, pack for you for a few days. His immediate response was to ask if he could keep you company, and she happily responded, yes, of course Dad.

You didn’t know why he didn’t correct her. You didn’t know why you didn’t correct her either. But deep down you knew you didn’t want to be alone, and Joel was more than willing to keep you company. And if you were being honest, you couldn’t imagine anyone else keeping you company but him.

After Tess left, Joel told you he would be right back, he was just going to go outside to the waiting room and update the score of people waiting there for you – people who were not at all related to you but had come to be your family these couple of months. He will send Maria and Tommy to get your stuff, as well as his, and he will be right back. He kissed you on the temple, a long, lingering kiss, and you closed your eyes, breathing his scent in, for stock, until he could be back by your side, certain that he was doing the same. When he let go of your hand, you missed him immediately, wishing he didn’t have to go.

Not even five seconds after he left, the curtain was pulled open again, this time from your other side, and you were greeted by the stunned face of your ex.

He looked rough. There was a bandage on his forehead, bruises all over his face, his left arm in a sling, although there was no cast. Strangely, you didn’t even feel the need to ask him what had happened to him. The you who were his girlfriend would have fussed over him, but the you that was post-Max didn’t really care. He was no longer your problem, just the way you were no longer his, as he had unthoughtfully ensured with the packing of your suitcases, throwing you out, and the hiring of lawyers and writing the cheque to ensure you never bother him again.

“Jules,” he said, almost softly. “What happened to you? Is the baby okay?”

You just took a deep breath, turned your back on him, and closed your eyes. Joel being there for a little while had calmed you down enough to rest, and you were not going to let this man’s presence take that calmness away from you.

You heard him shuffle about for a moment, as if unsure what to do next, but then he left, closing the curtain behind him.

You opened your eyes maybe an hour later, woken by the activity bustling around you, Joel’s hand back on yours, the nurses and orderlies moving you to take you to your room, He didn’t let go of your hand, quietly walking next to your bed, his eyes never leaving yours, a smile on his face.

When you were settled in your room, he took the recliner that was to be his bed for the next few nights and pushed it closer to your bed. He sat down, putting his hand through the barrier on your bedside to take your hand again. Instead of taking it, you pushed your body to one side of the bed and patted the empty space next to you. He looked deep in thought for a bit, his lips curled up in a smile, and got into bed with you. His arm immediately went under your head, and you cuddled up to him. Both of you took a deep breath and closed your eyes contentedly.

Maria, Anita and Tommy came into your room to be greeted by the sight of you two curled up together sleeping. The smiles on their faces were infectious. Maria and Anita quietly moved about, unpacking the stuff they had brought with them. Tommy shook Joel awake gently, and when Joel opened his eyes, he made a sign for everyone to keep quiet, and Tommy quietly told him they were going to come back in the evening after work. Joel nodded, mouthing thanks, before settling his arms back around you, falling back asleep.

He didn’t even blush this time.

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The two of you didn’t talk about your newfound closeness. It just went on, as if it had always been the case. It just felt… normal. He helped you out whenever you needed it, seeing as you were on strict bedrest for the next few days. You tried to draw the line when you needed the bathroom, getting the remote to call the nurse, but he just lifted you up and plopped you beside the toilet before going back out, waiting for you outside the bathroom while you took care of yourself. Once the door opened, he went straight back into courier duty and placed you back on the bed. He was always careful to avert his eyes when needed, and you found yourself enjoying his company so much.

You were both still cuddled up in bed when your visitors came that evening. Joel stayed in bed with you throughout, and no one batted an eye, even though Frank was obviously trying very hard not to, his eyes twinkling at you, seeming so happy at your relaxed state.

Frank told you that you will be working from home until further notice. He will send you your work via email or send them to you personally. But you needn’t worry about losing your job. You heaved a sigh of relief at that. Anita said she will stay with Joel as long as she needed to, so she could cook for you. You tried to protest, but seriously, her warning looks were starting to scare you. They hung out with the two of you for a bit, laughing and joking, everyone generally just relieved you and the baby will be alright. Joel got out of the bed to walk his mama out, and as Maria was hugging you, she whispered that you look much happier than she had ever seen you. Please let him be there for you. You never know. And with a wink and a cheeky smile, she left.

After they had gone, Joel went downstairs to get himself some dinner. You were absentmindedly scrolling through your Netflix choices trying to decide what to watch when your dinner got sent to the room. When the door opened, you looked at it excitedly, thinking it was Joel.

It was Max.

He looked a bit more put together than this morning, but still very much injured.

You switched the TV off and gave him a resigned look. What the fuck does he want now?

“I asked you if you were okay this morning. You didn’t answer me.”

You just shrugged. You were seriously done with this man. Not only did he cheat on you, but he also kicked you out without so much as a second thought, let his new girlfriend slap you across your face in broad daylight and call you so many names that should’ve been her own, and paid you off to get out of being the father of your child. You hadn’t bothered him at all since you signed those papers. Not one peep. And here he was, returning to the hospital after you had decidedly ignored him this morning.

“What, do I not even exist to you anymore? You’re gonna ignore me? That’s my child in there. I have the right to know.”

Your eyes snapped back at him. So hard, he actually looked shocked at the aggression of such a little act.

“Your baby, Max? I thought I was whoring around? How do you know this baby is yours? And even if they were, you made it quite clear you didn’t want to have anything to do with them didn’t you? Paid me off like I’m some cheap hooker you slept with once. You got your wish didn’t you? I signed the damned papers. This baby is not your responsibility. I am no longer your responsibility. So, please get the fuck out.”

“Jules, we were together for ten years. Are you really saying you were capable of throwing me out of your life in a split second? Come on…”

You were seething. You wanted to say everything that came to your head to him. How HE was the one to throw you out like you didn’t matter, all for some young, vapid bimbo who brought his morning coffee for him. But the monitor started beeping, your heart rate and blood pressure were climbing. Your stomach began cramping again, and you decided to stay quiet.

Joel came back in at that moment, carrying takeout bags in his hands. Max scoffed.

“Ah… I see why you don’t need me anymore now. You have him now huh? We’ve only been broken up for like two months, and you’ve already moved on? Gimme a break!”

Joel took a step towards Max, his face rigid with anger.

“Get out, before I add to your face décor there Max.”

Joel was a lot bigger than Max. You could see the fear in his eyes at the prospect of the man putting his much larger hands on him. He pulled himself together and looked at you.

“This uncivilized neanderthal is who you’re moving on with? Good luck babe. You’ll be lucky if you get out alive.”

He moved towards the door, Joel keeping the door open for him to leave. Max looked at Joel one last time before spitting out,

“And you, Miller. Have you no shame? How many men’s leftovers and spawns were you going to go after? I know all about you and Laura, Joel. Have some dignity for fuck’s sake.”

Joel shut the door in his face.

The monitors wouldn’t stop beeping. Joel came to you, placing the takeout bags on the chair before holding you close. He kept asking if you were alright. You were hyperventilating a little bit, your hand on your belly. You kept your face in his chest, taking deep breaths at his instructions, matching your breathing to his. He pressed the call button so many times it was in danger of popping off.

Tess and the nurses came in. Joel told them what happened, and Tess immediately administered some more drugs into your IV. You didn’t feel the cramping anymore, your eyes got heavier and heavier.

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You woke up a couple of hours later, the room dim, only one light illuminating it. You were drowsy, but oh so hungry. Joel was slumped next to you, sat on the recliner, his head on the bed, his hand holding yours. He was awake, just looking at you with soft eyes.

“Hello.”

You giggled like a schoolgirl. He kissed your hand and asked if you’re thirsty. You nodded. He got you some water, lifting the bed up so you can sit up to drink. Then, he sat next to your hips, and spoon fed you your dinner, cold now, but you were so hungry you would take anything. After he cleaned up, he sat on the chair, crossed his arms on the bed, placed his chin on his hands, and took a deep breath.

“You want to talk to me about him?”

You turned your body around to face him. You took a deep breath yourself and told him everything.

How you two had met, how you thought you were so in love, how you two built a life together, how much you supported him and how much he, in turn, supported you, or so you thought. How he used your ambitions against you, how he threw you out with little regard, how he had cheated on you, gaslit you, and refused the responsibility of being your child’s father.

Joel knew all this. Tommy and Maria had told him, heck, he was even witness to the gaslighting when you went to tell Max you were pregnant, but he listened anyway. He liked listening to you.

But that was not what you wanted to tell him. You told him how you really felt after the breakup. How at first, you were shocked, how you didn’t see this coming. You had never even suspected he had been having an affair. You didn’t know if he was really that good at hiding the affair, or if you didn’t care enough to pay attention to it. Or did you care but were too busy?

You were shocked that he said he wanted a wife material. This was the man who supported your hopes and dreams of having a PhD. Did he think you were just going to work your ass off to get one, and then stay at home and serve him? If so, he was not the man you thought you were in love with. But when you thought about it further, you now saw the red flags that you had previously just attributed to Max being Max.

You worked three jobs to make ends meet at one point, while he worked one. No discussion. But that’s alright, he was also going to school, you thought.

But when he wanted to focus, he just told you he wanted to quit the job. No discussion. All the expenses would now fall on you, but that’s alright. He needed that to happen to finish school.

When he couldn’t get a job, he just told you that you two needed to move. No discussion. You had to quit your job, and start again from scratch, but that’s alright. He needed to move to get a good job.

When his job wasn’t paying as much as he thought it would, he just told you that you needed to get another job again, this time while doing your masters degree. No discussion. But that’s alright. You will reap the benefits later once you got a better paying job.

When the company went under, he just told you that he needed the seed money. No discussion. You wiped out your savings for that seed money, but he will pay you back when his company grows.

When his company got successful, and you were doing your PhD, he suggested you quit your job. At the time, you were happy, thinking that he was just helping you out now, since you had helped him out back then, but now that you thought about it, it was never so that you could focus. It was so that you would have more time for him.

How many times had he made plans for the both of you without consulting you? Where you had to just pack up and leave for a vacation where he didn’t spend a single second with you, but networking instead? How many times had he just come home with guests and asked you to cook dinner as if you had been sitting around doing nothing all day? How many times had he complained about the messy house when you had been too busy at school to clean daily, but then refused to hire help?

Every time you would fight about these things, he would buy you nice things. When you told him all you wanted was his time and attention, he kept promising it would come to that, just a little bit longer, but then every time a target was achieved, he would set a higher target. You were never a priority. It was just not how you saw your life would be with him. But there you were. His little housewife, there to serve him whenever the need arose. You just didn’t see it. You became a reluctant rich man’s girlfriend, one that didn’t suit his needs, apparently. And all those times before that, you were in a one-sided relationship that greatly benefited him, but often a sacrifice to you.

You told Joel that despite the mess you had found yourself in after the breakup, you were thankful. You had time for yourself, you were doing what you had always wanted, and you felt as if you were getting to know yourself again.

But seeing Max today made you feel as if all the time you had spent working on yourself these past few months were wasted. What was the point of him coming at you like that? He won. He got what he wanted, why come back and gaslight you further?

You took a deep breath and looked at Joel. He was still listening, attentively looking at you, but not interrupting or offering anything to add. He took your hand in his, and stroked it gently, telling you how sorry he was that Max had come by to see you and making you feel like this.

You felt better. Lighter. Happier. Like a load had been lifted. Just by telling him all this.

But you needed to know.

It’s now or never.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Who’s Laura?”

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You expected him to snap at you, recoil from you, ignore you, stand up and leave. Anything that said it was none of your business. Instead, he took a deep breath, nudged your knees up, took the side barrier down, his shoes off, and sat cross legged across from you on the bed.

He met Laura on his first job after taking over the company from his late father. She had been a client, but they had kept in touch after. She asked him out after less than a year, and he was smitten. He had never been in love before, and Laura was beautiful, funny and sexy as hell. He was in his early twenties, and so was she. She was working at the call centre in town and was absolutely head over heels for him.

He and Tommy were making a very steady income. At the age of 24, he had managed to buy his first house, a nice one, too. He was going to ask her to move in with him, when she told him she was pregnant. She expressed her desire to be a stay-at-home mom. He quickly agreed, even going so far as proposing to her, blindly in love and excited at the prospect of becoming a father. She said yes, moved in, and their life as an expecting, betrothed couple began.

A few days later, they lost the baby.

They were devastated, but picked themselves up, and decided to move on, try again another day. But Joel could tell Laura was down. So, he spoiled her, taking her on nice vacations, buying her nice things, all the branded stuff her little heart desired. She was happy again. Before he even realized what was going on, she went crazy with her spending. Shopping every single week, taking trips to big cities just for that purpose. But Joel was in love, and she had just lost their baby, so he let her do whatever she wanted.

Tommy and his mama though, were wary. She was spending way too much money. They advised Joel to invest, a way to make side income should anything happen. So, he purchased the apartment building with Tommy for cheap. It was a great deal, repossessed by the bank for lack of payment by the previous owner. The brothers used their knowledge and expertise to fix it and turned it into smaller apartments to maximize profits. Joel had to use a huge chunk of his savings, a move Laura didn’t appreciate, especially since Joel had gently reminded her that they had to cut down, he wanted to build up his savings again. Perhaps she could tone the shopping down? Laura began to change. Staying out for longer, partying every night, coming home drunk in the wee hours. She refused to talk to him, and the sex was dwindling. Joel thought that if he worked harder, take on bigger projects, maybe she would be happy again. Be back to the way they were.

So, when they took on that project with the housing development, things were looking up. The money they would have made would have meant their finances would be great for a while. At the promise of bigger and greater things, Laura began to tone down on her partying and shopping ways. Joel genuinely thought they were days away from being the happy couple that they were.

But the developer ran off. And Miller Construction, a small company to begin with, was out a ton of money. They had no choice but to close shop. But they had some savings, and the apartment building they had wisely bought brought in some steady income, it being at a prime location. There was one catch though. With his income being a lot smaller than it used to be and less prospect of good money coming in as it once did, Joel had to sell the house. They had to move into the renovated apartment in the complex.

Laura was not happy with the downsize. The first six months living there, she acted out. She was spending more and more money, putting Joel in debt every month from excessive credit card charges. She was back to her partying ways. She was hardly ever home. The bedroom was dead. Every time Joel brought up marriage, she scoffed. She made fun of him, telling him he could hardly afford to feed her, how could he talk about marriage? And yet, she continued her spending spree. Tommy and Anita suggested she go back to work to help Joel out. She laughed in their faces. Joel was at his wits end. He didn’t know what to do.

One day, she just stopped partying. She was home more. She initiated sex with Joel again, and announced she was pregnant a month later. Joel was ecstatic. He had always wanted to be a father, thankful for a second chance. He opened a small workshop, taking in orders for custom made furniture, which quickly became popular among the locals. He needed to make more money. He’s having a baby.

But Laura was different. After her pregnancy announcement, the bedroom was dead again. She made him sleep in a different room. She wouldn’t let him touch her at all. She wouldn’t share anything about her pregnancy with him. He was working day and night trying to make money for them, and she blamed the fact that she had never invited him to her doctor’s appointments on his absence. He wasn’t allowed to even touch her fast-growing belly. He was kept completely out of the loop.

As her pregnancy progressed, he asked her about marriage again, dismissing her coldness towards him as hormonal changes. He had heard that pregnant women react differently, their bodies were changing. Not everyone was the same. But he still hoped that all will be alright once the baby was born. Again, she laughed at him, asking him why he thought that was a good idea. He was never around. Too busy working to be a good husband, she said. And for what? Not like he was bringing home the money he used to. When that happened, they could talk marriage again. Joel made a basinet for the baby, and when he presented it to her, she stormed out, telling him her baby was not going to sleep in a cheap handmade basinet. She didn’t come home for a full two weeks, telling him she was spending the nights at her friend’s place. She needed space.

Ever the patient man, Joel relented.

When she went into labour, the hospital called him, but she kicked him out of the delivery room after spending the entire labour process screaming at him. The baby was almost a full month early, and Joel was terrified for the safety of his fiancé and baby. When the baby was born, Joel, smiling, with a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons, walked into her room, only to find her holding a full-term baby who was very obviously not his, a man he had never met smiling next to his fiancé, taking pictures of the baby.

She didn’t even answer his questions. She kicked him out, telling him she will send someone to get her stuff. He had to hear from Tommy that she had been sleeping with the owner of the night club she frequented, and that when she found out she was pregnant, he had dumped her, sending her running back to Joel. But the guy changed his mind when the due date was near. She had been using Joel as a backup plan, and tossed him aside as soon as the child’s father had taken her back in.

To add salt to his wound, Laura later confessed to him that she had been sleeping around since the beginning of their relationship, the initial pregnancy that led him to propose may not even had been his. But she agreed to move in with him, accepting his proposal because he was the good guy, the one whom ladies were supposed to choose, and not the bad boys with no prospect she had been fooling around with. She had played him from the start.

Joel spiraled after that. Drinking his sorrows away every night, hardly able to function. It took some very serious intervention from Tommy, Anita and Maria to get him back on his feet. He had kept to himself after that, spending his time with family only. Tommy had tried to set him up with ladies since, but apart from a few one-night stands, Joel found that he had no interest in starting anything up with anyone ever again.

That was, until you moved in.

When he looked up at you, your face was wet with tears, as was his. The sudden realisation as to why he had been acting the way he had with you had your heart melting and feeling heavy at the same time.

The way he was so guarded with you, never sharing or talking much, but made himself available to you in case he was needed.

How reluctant he was to take your money.

The way he kept an eye on you, but from a distance, never wanting to smother you.

How emotional he got when you shared the ultrasound session with him.

How upset he was at the prospect of you losing the baby.

How happy he was when you let him in.

You asked him one question. “Why me?”

There was something in you that he recognized. Maybe it was your vulnerability, or the fact that you were unceremoniously tossed aside without much thought like he was, but he knew that the way you got back up after such a sudden fall spurred something in him. The fact that you tried so hard not to rely on anyone else. That you were strong enough not to wallow after all that had been done to you. That you were carving a way to better yourself despite your circumstances.

“Also, you are hotttttttt……” he said, exaggerating his facial expression.

That last bit had you bent double with laughter. When you finally caught your breath again, he was still smiling at you, fondness in his eyes. You laid back down, gesturing for him to join you. You both laid there, face to face, and you asked him.

“Why are you so nice to me, Joel?”

“Don’t you know?” he asked softly, his eyes studying your face, flickering to your lips.

“I’m so scared. I don’t want to get hurt again. It’s not just me this time. There’s a baby involved.”

“Me too. But I think, I’m ready to give it one more try. And when you are too, if you are interested in me like that, whenever that may be, I will be right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that, you closed your eyes, and snuggled up into his neck, and promptly fell asleep.

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Both of you woke up to someone clearing their throat loudly. You opened your eyes to find some nurses at the foot of your bed, one in particular looking amused and disgruntled at the same time.

“The bed is for patients, Mr Miller. Not clingy fathers to be,” the elderly nurse said, eyes glinting.

You both laughed, Joel giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. After the preliminary checks from the nurses, he helped you get ready for the day, eating breakfast together; him the breakfast he bought from downstairs, and you, the meal the hospital provided.

By the time Tess and her band of interns came in, you both were bright eyed and ready for whatever news she had for you. When the image of your baby appeared on the ultrasound, you felt Joel’s lips on your temple again and again, this time with his hand stroking your hair, his other one squeezing yours so tightly. Tess wanted to keep you in the hospital for a few more days, but she wanted you to know in advance that you would be required to limit your movements for a while. So, walking the miles to work and climbing five flights of stairs to your study were strictly prohibited, earning you a pointed look from Joel. You foresaw this, and so did Frank. It’s a good job he had already arranged for you to work from home. It looked like working on your coffee table would have to do.

Oh, Tess added, also, sex is off the table for a while.

You and Joel pretended to be busy looking at the monitor, ears red and face flushed.

The next morning, after your check up, Anita came in, Joel telling you he had to go to the workshop to get some work done, only leaving after giving you a good long hug, his lips pressed firmly into your hairline the whole time. He would be back in the evening, he said. Anita brought some crocheting with her, teaching you how to crochet while chit chatting with you easily throughout the day. Joel came back after office hours with Tommy and dinner, before Tommy took Anita home. Maria and Anita took turns keeping you company the next few days, Joel leaving strict instructions that you were not to be left alone, fearing Max will return, not wanting to risk you having another stressful episode while you were on your own. Even Frank and Bill took a shift or two, both fearing that you will lose the baby if the man Bill had come to know as the madman should make an appearance.

When Joel returned every evening, he looked so tired, but so happy at the same time. He told you about a special order at the workshop. He didn’t want to leave you, but this order was rushed, and he couldn’t afford to wait to complete it. You told him not to worry. There’s a whole village of people keeping an eye on you right there. You told him he didn’t even need to spend the nights with you, but he shushed you at that, hugging you tight, telling you that THAT, was not an option. You giggled and hugged him right back, letting him rest, knowing that he will have to get up earlier than usual to avoid another lecture from Nurse Grumpy Pants.

By Saturday, you were allowed to go home. Joel carried you from his truck into the apartment building. You protested the whole time, telling him ONE flight of stairs is fine Joel!! You can walk!! Nope. You are on house arrest missy, he said.

You and Joel hadn’t talked about what you two were to each other since the night he talked about Laura. All you knew was that you missed him when he was not around you, and it seemed that he did too. He had spent every night holding you close in the hospital bed, despite the protests of the nurses, refusing to let you go, making up for the fact that he was gone during the day working. Despite this, he had been rather refrained. His hands always around you or on your waist, but never wandered elsewhere, not even your belly. His eyes were always averted when you might be less than decently dressed, but you knew he was interested… you could feel his… very generous interest pressed up against you sometimes. But he would always take the interest away from you as soon as he was awake to realize what was happening, apologising for it having a dirty mind of its own.

You want him, you really do. But it’s only been two months since the man you’d spent the last ten years with dumped you. The fear of you going into this too fast while pregnant and hormonal was real. What if you were only feeling this way because you were terrified of being alone again after so long? What if you were only feeling like this because he was the first man who paid attention to you after Max? What if you’re only feeling this way because the prospect of being a single mother was too terrifying to think of? And to add salt to the wound, you were pregnant with someone else’s baby, and with Joel’s history with Laura, you feared that he would wake up one day and change his mind about you. What if he left when the reality of the whole situation dawned on him? That he was, once again, with a woman who was carrying a baby that was not his? What if he thought you were using him too? The last thing you wanted was for him to see you as a mistake. So, you held your tongue, and let things fall where they may.

That night, after dinner, everyone helped clean up and one by one, said good night. Joel made sure you were ready for bed, tucked you in and kissed you good night. After he left, you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Sleep evaded you. Maybe you had slept too much during your hospital stay? You laid in the dark blinking up at the ceiling, counting sheep and whatever else you could think of, trying hard to fall asleep, but to no avail. You looked at your phone, the clock showing that it was almost 1 am. You decided to test your luck, and texted Joel.

“You up?”

Almost immediately, he replied “yes”.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

“Want to come up for a movie?”

He went offline. Within seconds you heard his door open and close, his heavy footsteps running up the stairs, keys jingling, and your door opening. He shut the door and took the three steps to your bed. You opened your duvet up for him, and he joined you, arms immediately going around your body, lips kissing your hairline. Both of you laid there, just breathing in one another, movie be darned.

“Couldn’t sleep without you. You spoiled me,” he murmured.

“I spoiled you? I’m the one lying awake cause my human heater is not there.”

He chuckled. “Is this weird? We can stop if it is.”

“Then I’d be awake all night every night. I need rest you know. Tess said so.”

“Well, we can’t have that.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable and familiar silence, before dozing off in almost no time at all.

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When you woke up Sunday morning, Joel wasn’t there. But somehow, you didn’t feel panicked or disappointed, apart from the fact that you were no longer in his arms. You just knew he wouldn’t just leave for no reason. You felt it in your bones. This was a good man.

You were contemplating what to have for breakfast after getting ready for your day, being careful to take it slow, when you hear a soft knock on your door. Joel was standing there, a smile on his face.

“Special delivery!” he said, motioning for you to move out of the way.

He and Tommy came in, carrying a heavy looking work desk into your room, placing it against the window, before going back out, and coming back in with a bookshelf between the two of them.

“What do you think?” Joel asked, rather nervously, while Tommy went back out to the truck, quickly coming back up with a sturdy looking study chair on wheels.

You didn’t speak for a good five minutes. You stared at your new study corner, looking at the three pieces of furniture in front of you. They were definitely not from Ikea. They looked sturdy, of good quality, and… handmade.

You looked at Joel. He was just looking at you, that nervous look still on his face. Tommy was smiling, looking between you and his brother, before giving him a pat on his back and turning to leave. You were still speechless, only remembering to say thank you to Tommy after he had disappeared behind the door.

The special order at his workshop. The rushed one. The one he worked on every single day this week.

“Frank said you needed to work from home for a while. I don’t want you hunching over the low coffee table. Can’t be good for your back,” he said, one hand fidgeting with his other, eyes not looking at you. “This way, you can do both your job and your schoolwork right here, no need to climb five flights of stairs. And maybe, if you feel comfortable, since you shouldn’t be going up to the study anyway, we can move your stuff here, and you don’t have to pay for the rent anymore. Save you some money.”

This man was doing all this for you, thought about your well-being, wanting you to be safe, and all while being supportive of your work, your studies.

“Joel…” was all you could say.

“Is this okay? Did I go overboard?”

You took the two steps needed to get to him, took his face in your hands, got onto your tippy toes, and slanted your lips against his.

He was stunned for a while, lips not moving against yours.

Oh shit. Did he not want this? Did you read him wrong? You took a step back, panic starting to fill your face.

Before you could say anything else, he took a step forward, took your face gently in his hands, and brought your face to his, resuming the kiss. Your lips moved together, his lips soft, so soft against yours. You sighed against them. He placed his hands on your waist, slanted his head a little more, taking your top and bottom lips between his own, letting them get to know each other well. He ran his tongue tentatively against one of them, and you whimpered helplessly, hoping he would deepen the kiss. But he didn’t, keeping the slow, delicate exploration to just your lips, before pulling back, a little breathless.

You felt lightheaded. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you just got out of the hospital, or because you had been standing up for longer than you had in a week, or if it was traces of nausea, but either way, your knees were weak, and when you opened your eyes, you found your hands clutching onto his shirt with white knuckles, holding onto him for dear life.

When he kissed you again, you got your answer.

You had never been kissed like this. Even without deepening the kiss, Joel kissed you with more passion than you had ever experienced from any man. The way he held you, his hands not wandering, but firm and sturdy on your waist. You felt his sincerity, his patience, his respect. He held true to his promise at the hospital. When YOU were ready.

After that kiss, he held you against him, his forehead on yours, his eyes closed.

“I take it you like them?”

Huh? Oh… the furniture.

“I love them. Thank you, Joel.” You took a closer look at them. You can understand why his workshop was doing well. The craftsmanship was excellent, even you can tell. Not a line out of place, not a wobble. They were expertly finished, even if the designs were simple.

“I didn’t know what your personal style might be, and I had a time limit, so I kept it simple. But if you want something different, we could make changes later on,” he said. “I just wanted you to have a place to work as soon as possible. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Joel… this seems expensive… I don’t know if I can…” but your words were interrupted by his stern eyebrow lift, eerily like Anita’s, so you stopped talking. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Joel. I love them. I really appreciate this.”

You hugged him, breaking the hug only to kiss him chastely on his lips, just as another knock graced your door. Anita, Tommy and Maria came in, breakfast in their hands. The four of you ate breakfast together. Anita told you that you were not to cook for at least another two weeks. She will take care of it. You opened your mouth to argue that she was working on a recently healed broken foot but thought better of it when her eyes snapped towards you. The other three couldn’t help but laugh, saying that you are one of them now, you have received the death stare.

You laid down after breakfast, your body not quite 100% after Monday’s incident. Joel laid down with you, wanting to be close to you. As you laid there chit chatting, your hand unconsciously wandered to your small bump, stroking it slightly. You didn’t miss Joel’s eyes following your hand movements. You took his hand and placed it on your bump. He broke into a smile, looking at you for permission, before rubbing his hand over it, looking so happy your heart expanded as his smile got wider and wider.

“Hi Baby Bean, this is Joel. He has been taking care of me,” you said, your hand over his. “You want to say hi, Joel?”

He looked at you disbelievingly. “You’d be okay with that?”

You nodded. He moved his body lower so that his face is nearer to your bump, hand never leaving it.

“Hi Baby Bean,” he said softly, his voice slightly cracking. “I’m Joel. I’m a friend of your mommy’s.”

You listened to him talk to your bump, your one hand staying on his, the other stroking his hair, his voice lulling you to sleep.

Joel spent the next hour talking to your Baby Bean before falling asleep himself, his hand never leaving your bump, the widest smile on his face.

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Part 4

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Care For You.’’ -N.S

SUMMARY: after you and nick post you together, you feel like hes slowly drifting from you.

WARNINGS: thoughts of SH, depression, panic attack, angst

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS ANGST AHHHH

PAIRING: Nick sturniolo x masc reader (he/him.)

BACK TO: Masterlist

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As you scrolled through the comments on the new video you and nick made- your first one as a out couple- you couldn’t help but break into tears.

“hes using him fs”

“aint no way nick stooped that low💀”

“bro this makes me wanna throw up”

“theres no way nick actually likes him..”

you sobbed until you couldn’t breathe, forcing yourself to go through all of the comments. you squeezed your own arms, fighting the reoccurring urge to cut. of course nick helped, but you felt like he was drifting from you, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

you checked the time, and found out the boys would be home from recording soon, so you wiped your tears, and focused on your breathing, in hopes to even it out.

you calmed down just in time, because the boys busted through the door, all exclaiming, seeming to be in a good mood.

“hi nick,” you smiled at him, but he didnt even look at you.

“hi baby.” he said coldly. did he even care about you anymore..?

“nick..?” you called out, getting ignored. you stood up, and walked over towards him, and you wrapped your hands around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder, and he pulled away from you. “nick.” you said, more stern.

“what.?” he glared at you.

“don’t talk to me like that. we need to talk.” you snapped, walking to his room. concern flooded his face as he followed quickly behind you.

you walked into his room, and he shut the door behind you.

“baby, im sorry..” he started, but i quickly shut his apology down.

“so you even fucking care, nick? about me? about our relationship?” you looked at him, your eyes cold.

“w-what..?” he asked, taken aback by the sudden question. “of course i do! what kind of question was that?” he asks, a slight smile forming on his face.

“don’t smile, Nicolas. you’ve been cutting me out- as if i don’t even fucking exist. haven’t you? you of course don’t know though, because your oblivious! you’re oblivious to everything! tell me. tell me you love me, tell me you care.” you snapped.

“y/n. i love you. i care. i care about you. i care about you so fucking much. im so sorry if you feel like im cutting you out- im really not trying.. ive just.. i dont know. theres no excuses. im so so so fucking sorry..” he apologized, opening his arms for a hug.

you sighed, and looked at him, tears forming in both of your eyes.

“im so sorry..” your voice cracked as you pulled nick into a hug.

“shh.. its okay.. its not your fault… please don’t cry..” he hugged you tightly, pushing you onto his bed. “cuddle?” he asked, and you nodded, laying on top of the other males chest.

you both laid there in comfortable silence, until both of you feel into a deep slumber.

-

[f0reversharky]

Favorite singer died ~ Chunkz

This is gonna be about Liam Payne, since i have been a fan of one direction since i was young and hearing this news has been making me feel devastaded my prayers go out to his friends and family forever missed and loved <3

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| Pairing: Chunkz x reader (reader named Isabella)

| Summary: Chunkz found out Isabella her favorite celebirty died and is trying to figure out how to tell her so he asked help from his friend

| Warnings: Swearing,Crying,Death

>>>>>

"Oi chunkz you know one direction right" Aj said as he was scrolling on his phone while laying on the couch in Chunkz his house with the rest of the Beta squad members

chunkz hummed as he spoke up "yea Isabella's obsessed with them why" Aj got up and walked to where Chunkz was sitting as he showed him the news "Liam Payne died today"

"Allah for real" chunkz said as he read the news and gasped slightly "Isa is gonna be heart broken" Chunkz said as he stared up at aj in shock

"wait he died?" Niko said in confusing as he began searching up Liam Payne on google and so did the other members "you think Isa knows?" sharky spoke up as he looked at Chunkz "nah i dont think so otherwise we would hear her scream right now" chunkz said as the others aggreed

"so whos gonna tell her?" Kenny said as he looked around the room adn everyone his gaze fell on chunkz

"we should tell her together" chunkz said as aj agreed, then Isabella was heard walking down the stairs as everyone acted normally "Babe?" Isabella called out confused as she was alone in the kitchen

"in the living room" Chunkz called out as Isa walked in the living room "oh hey guys i forgot you were coming" Isa said as she sat on chunkz his lap as she stared at the boys who looked sad and shocked

"y'all okay?" Isa spoke out with a confused look as she turned her head around to look at chunkz "yeah we okay, hey where is ur phone?" Niko asked all of a sudden and Isa raised her eyebrow as she looked at niko "upstairs charging why?"

"oh no reason" niko said as he stared down at his phone "okay someone tell me whats going on cuz y'all look depressed" Isa said as she turned to look at chunkz

"okay come on sit down next to kenny and sharky" chunkz said as Isa got up from chunkz his lap and sat down on the couch next to kenny and sharky

feeling the athmosphere shift in the room as she grew anxious

"so you know one direction right?" chunkz said softly as Isa nodded quietly looking at chunkz

"and you know Liam Payne?" kenny spoke up as Isa nodded beginning to feel a lump in her throat as she thought of something bad

"he died today" sharky said softly as Isa teared up shaking her head no "your kidding" she said as everyone shook theyre head no "say wallahi he died" Isa said as tears began to run down her face as she looked at chunkz

"wallahi he died baby" chunkz said quietly as Isa sobbed and fell of the couch on her knees and chunkz quickly leaned down and pulled her in a hug "h-how did he die" Isa sobbed out as she hid her face in chunkz his shoulder

"he fell off of a balcony" Aj said quietly as Isa sobbed louder

"oh my G-God" Isa cried out as she shook in chunkz his arms chunkz shushed her quietly as he rubbed her back and kissed her head

2 hours later

chunkz walked down the stairs with a soft sigh "you finally got her to calm down?" sharky said as they were all sitting on the couch as chunkz nodded "ive never heard her cry this loud of this much" chunkz said as he sat down on the couch next to aj and niko

"me neither" kenny said with a soft sigh

"i was thinking about getting her her favorite food to cheer her up" chunkz said as everyone nodded "alright me, you and aj will go get it and then we can watch a movie to get her mind off of it" niko said

"yeah good, Sharky and kenny choose out a movie and look out for her" chunkz said as sharky gave him a small smile "ofcourse"

They went to go get the food

Isabella was currently sitting on her bed her blanket wrapped around her as she stared at the wall that was littered with one direction pictures as she felt the lump in her throat again

she got off of the bed and turned her tv on then clicking on some one direction songs and grabbed her teddy bear as she hopped back in bed sobbing while listening to the songs and staring at the pictures

there was a soft knock on the wall as she let out a quiet yes she looked at the door as Sharky and Kenny walked in "hey" they both at the same time as Isa gave them a quiet hey

"were gonna keep you company" kenny said as they walked in the bedroom and sat down next to Isa and hugged her while she cried quietly

"were back" Niko yelled from downstairs "come on they brought food" sharky said quietly as Isa sighed and wiped her tears and then got out of bed as kenny and sharky and her walked down the stairs seeing Aj niko and chunkz in the kitchen

chunkz turned around and pulled her in a hug "how you feeling love" chunkz asked as he looked down at her as Isa shrugged quietly "bad" she muttered as chunkz kissed her cheeks

"come on were gonna watch a movie to get ur mind off of it" aj said as they walked to the cinema room chunkz and Isa had and they all sat down as 'White Chicks' started playing

they all watched the movie and ate theyre chinese food as Isa forgot about what happened as they continued to watch the movie

After the movie

"thank you guys for getting my mind off of things you guys are the best" Isa said to the boys as she hugged each one of them and ofc giving chunkz a peck as they said no problem

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This is shitty i know but my mind wasn't really there when i wrote this im sorry guys xx

[leonsleftbicep]

II Heat Cycle - pt:2 kinda?

this has been marinating for a bit and I've been in a big writing mood recently. so, enjoy.

pt1: here

word count: 930

cw/tw: heat cycles, emetophobia, crying, the vessels aren't really human, polyvessels, they/them for III, it/its/they/them for Vessel, fluff? hurt/comfort? idk hes just in pain ig.

first bit is me trying to understand how im going to write about this

They all knew II hated his heat. To the point that when he first transformed into a Vessel, he cried all those first days. He didn't let anyone touch him but Vessel. he would cry and cry, not listening to any of them for help. just falling into the idea that he will just cry it away, till he passes out from exertion.

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IV the day before immediately knew what was coming, and from the past years of being with all of them. He knew he needed to start making II's nest. IV made sure the fairy lights work, and planned on taking II out to get him his favorite foods. 

III made sure they had a wide array of pain meds and herbal remedies for some of the heat symptoms. hoping that this time IV or them will actually be able to help, but they knew it was a slim chance with how newly turned IV was.

II was in a pre-heat-haze. not knowing he had less than 24 hours till he would be in that excruciating pain and discomfort. He did his normal work around the house, with a slight shake here and there. went out to the shops with IV because he wanted to pick up some of II’s favorite foods and drinks. Which II didn’t even think as suspicious with the fact that he almost seems too laid back today.

III had dinner cooked, and welcomed II with a big hug when he and IV came home. Vessel met them all in the kitchen; they all didn’t like having a dining room and enjoyed standing and eating, more than sitting and getting fidgety.

Vessel volunteered itself to sleep in II’s bed while IV and III took to the main room.

—

It wasn't long after II and Vessel woke up when II started to whine and shiver. his tail curled around his thighs to keep them closed, as he cuddled up to Vessel. “hurts” II groans his skin damp already, his brows furrowed as he starts to weep.

Vessel instinctively texted III a simple text of “meds now” before they kissed II's forehead and held him. the strong pheromones making vessel purr absentmindedly. vessel pulled up II’s hair in a bun; knowing he most of the time had to vomit an hour or so after taking the herbs. II usually feels better after that.

III walked in quickly with a wooden shot glass of their usual herbal remedy, that III knew would have to be made again. a bit differently an hour or so after seeing II’s state after the first dose. III let out a huff as their tail flicked from the pheromones. III leaves the room after kissing II’s forehead and petting his hair. Which made II groan as more tears flowed down his cheeks.

—

after II drank the medicine he was sated for at least thirty minutes, before he scurried out of bed to the bathroom. Beginning to hurl up his dinner from last night. The studio was connected to the room II had to stay in, by a bathroom. which allowed IV hear the sound of II losing his dinner which made him worried.

he opened the door and was hit with a waft of pheromones, “II.. you smell, really good” he said incredibly surprised. II’s head was just in the toilet as he finally calmed down his stomach, “Ivy, I love you. but this isn’t the best time” II says as he sniffles a bit. 

Vessel walks in and sits next to II on the floor, Vessel rubs at II’s back to calm him a bit “IV, you need to stay in the other room, you don’t have a tolerance yet” Vessel huffs out as IV sits down in the doorway. 

“But I want to help. maybe being around him while he's like, This. Will help my tolerance.” IV states as he watches II wipe away tears and his mouth off with some tissue. Vessel and II sit and think for a moment, exchanging a long glance “it might work, that's kinda what we did with III” vessel says as he rubs II’s hips. II just wipes his tears again “i need IVy and III” II says in a pitiful manner. his strong stoic demeanor ripped away to expose a soft and sensitive interior of a man in pain. “love, i.. i don't know if we ca-“ Vessel was cut off " I can be good. I can support II and not get handsy. He Needs Me.” IV say’s defensively. Vessel shut his mouth and nodded. 

—

IV picks up II after he was finished in the bathroom. the three of them make their way to the main bedroom where III already sat in a hoodie and shorts. “oh?” III breathes as they sees all three of them. “Ivy made the decision that he needs to build up a tolerance, and II said he wants all of us” Vessel explains, it is also worried about all of this. IV sets II in bed where he immediately cuddles up to III like a needy cat. the pheromones were getting increasingly prominent, which was affecting IV but he was not going to show it. 

Once all cuddled up to them, II relaxes as Vessel lays on top of him and he has III and IV on either side of him. Both III and IV have their faces in II’s neck just so they can enjoy the lovely scent of his pheromones. they all start to purr as they start to fall asleep.

[livelovelaugh3579]

Liar

Loki finds a cat on his way home from work and decided to take her in. After a few months he walks into his home to see a girl laying asleep on his couch. He ends up punishing his pet for lying….

warnings: Smut. Some fluff. Language. 18+ minors DNI!!

He had barely walked a block from his apartment before he spotted a small, cute and fluffy looking black cat in a cardboard box

he knelt beside the box and scooped the cat into his arms tucking his coat around it. the cat opens its eyes and stares at Loki, purring softly

Loki walks back to his apartment, calling his boss to say he won’t be in today. And for the rest of the day he plays with the cat and buys things for it.

Over the next few months he becomes friends with the cat and loves to sleep with her at night. Tucking her beside him. But one day after he came home from work he notices a girl asleep on his couch. She has curly dark hair that flows down to her waist. Long eyelashes and fair skin. She’s also wearing one of his shirts, that covers her features

he chuckles softly naughty little kitten I see. He sits down next to you and strokes your hair. Smirking as thoughts of how he plans to punish you for lying drift into his brain. You roll over stretching you arms and legs

Loki whispers at you while smirking Did you have a good sleep pet? You jump and look at him fear and surprise all over your face. “Y-Your home?” Your voice shakes as your mind panics

Yes pet he smirks still stroking your hair “Ive been home for quite a while….” He pulls you onto his lap staring you down. “Now pet I don’t want any excuses. Why did you lie, and never tell me that you are a shapeshifter?” His gaze is fierce and blazing he can read you. He’d know if you lie. You swallow hard and your voice trembles “I-I lied because I-I didn’t want you to kick me o-out” he chuckles and this confuses you

“You’re not mad?” You tilt your head at him. He smirks and grabs your chin firmly “I am mad. But I’m going to keep you. And do you want to know why?” You tremble and you feel a weird heat inside you, like your intestines are tying themselves into knots. “Why?” You squeak out. “Because if I kicked you out, you’d never learn your lesson” and with that he picks you up his arms like steel bands as he carries you to his bedroom.

you cling to him as you try and think of what he will do to you as a form of punishment. Your mind goes blank and all you can do is stare at him as he sits you down on his bed. In a calm tone he says “Pet I’m going to spank you until you’re begging for mercy. And after that you’ll have to find out” he may look calm but there is a rage behind his eyes.

“so come here” he beacons you over to him as he sits in a chair. You approach him slowly, cautiously. Once you’re close enough he grabs your wrists and pulls you over his knee. He balances you as he ties your hands behind your back with his tie. Now he’s the only thing keeping you upright.

he runs his hand over your thigh and hikes the shirt you stole from him up to expose your ass. He palms and squeezes it, lightly. A fraction of what’s to come.

He doesn’t even give you a warning before he slaps your ass hard. And you cry out from the sting. He sets a brutal rhythm in punishing you. Slap “You like that pet?” Slap “Did you think I wouldn’t find out about this eventually?” Slap “Crying will only make it worse darling” Slap he continues this and as you cry he picks up momentum and the abuse on your flesh is to much. Your crying hard. Big fat tears falling down your cheeks as you scream after every slap.

He turns you around after he has had his way with you. “Are you ever going to lie to me again Pet?” He smirks seeing your tear soaked face as he gently brushed his thumb over your lips “Hmm? Do you not have any words? Do I need to keep punishing you?” He chuckles darkly when you frantically squeak out a response.

“To bad pet….” He carries you over to his bed and hovers overtop of you. “lift your arms above your head” he says softly and seductively. Smirking as you comply. He pulls the shirt you had on over your head in one tug. He removed his shirt and undoes his belt. Slowly sliding down his boxers. Releasing his long, hard cock.

your mouth opens in shock at the size of him. There was no way he would fit anywhere. He chucked at your reaction “I’m going to pound into this tight little pussy until all you can remember is my name” he flips you over onto your hands and knees. As his steel hard erection slides along your slit. He slips inside of you in one push, stretching you and hitting your G-Spot with little effort. You scream and press your face into a pillow, straggling the bedsheets.

he mercilessly pounds into from behind as orgausum after orgausum crashes over you. He doesn’t slow down. He picks up speed until he’s bottoming out and his balls, still full. Are slapping against your ass. He slips his hand down to your clit and rubs circles into it, roughly. Producing another orgausum out of you. He still hasn’t cummed once. He continues pounding into you and slaps your ass a few times for good measure. Pulling out at the last second and spraying thick, hot ropes of cum all over your back. He turns you over “that was the perfect appetizer pet, such a good girl” he smirks at your expression “A-Appetizer?” You pant and he chuckles “Darling this is a twelve course meal. And I’m just getting started” he starts to drag himself in and out of you slowly, torturing you until your begging him to speed up.

he pushes himself in harshly and starts to pound into you again. Watching your eyes roll into the back of your head as he makes you cum so many times you loose count. After he’s tired you out he spreads your legs and dips his head between your legs. And he eats you out like a man starved, licking and sucking at your swollen bundle of nerves. “Such a good girl pet” he moans into your core sending sparks throughout your body. He sits up and orders you “On your knees”

you get onto your knees and he stands in front of you. His cock hard and balls full. He says to you seductively “Let’s see what that mouth can do hmm?” He grabs your hair tightly and nudges his tip at your lips, parting them. He lets you adjust to this position before pushing all of him into your mouth. Moaning praises as you start to lick and suck around his cock, nursing off it.

he reaches his release and his load is so thick and big that it spills out of your mouth. But he makes sure that you swallow every. Single. Drop. Before he picks you up and carries you to his bathroom. He turns on the shower and washes you. But can’t help himself from fingering another orgausum out of you. When he’s down he lays you in his bed, the sheets already changed and clean. “Are you going to lie again pet?” He asks with a smirk as you shake your head. Within a few minutes you’re asleep.

Loki strokes and plays with your hair, smirking to himself. Whispering “My beautiful Pet”

[sankttealeaf]

crying my eyes out at the parents!ruetash things. it all makes so much sense!! the DRAMA. ok but i'm still curious so if you feel like talking about them some more - did they plan to have kids or was it more accidental? i know rue had some real issues re: pregnancy in the fic, how did she ultimately deal with it? and since she was afraid of hurting their kids, do you think there were ever any close calls? sorry i. love them

i am ALWAYS down to talk about parent!ruetash especially because theyve been on my mind lately!!! <3 thanks for indulging me :D

it was purely accidental, these two are NOT safe when it comes to getting it on. when rue finds out she's pissed and doesnt tell him for like a tenday while she tries to come to terms with her options. ideally she would like to remove it, but then if it were to ever get out people may try and turn it into a Big Deal and she doesnt want the hassle

she tells gortash eventually and he is both overjoyed (woo he gets to continue his legacy) and kind of concerned because rue is being Too Calm about this. he wants this, she feels trapped in it but sure, he'll indulge in his little happy families fantasies - when their kid tries to kill him one night she wont stop them. its his fault for fucking a bhaalspawn

rue, despite how against children she is, uses her pregnancy to her advantage. gets her way all the time. loves the power trip. "gortash, you have to get me the imported fruits from the south. the babe wants it. i cant help it" or "im not moving from this chair my back hurts so i need you to feed me - this is your kid, pull your fucking weight"

calls their children "his problem". he wanted them so he has to deal with them. i think the actual act of giving birth is hell for him specifically and gortash is forced out of the room because she is trying to kill him for putting her through this (sorry rue, you do it again in a few years time)

i think theres been a few close calls. some nights gortash wakes up and rue is just. standing over the crib watching their child sleep. he has to coax her back to bed and on nights she feels really bad she's locked away in one of the guest rooms. (i like to think the reason she Is That Way is she sees their kid as a threat to her position in the temple of bhaal. even tho they are tiny and cannot kill her, one day theyll grow up and maybe discover their bloodline and try and kill her and she cant have that. best rid them early on)

its also why she distances herself from them. cant harm them if she isnt around them, right? its not until they have their son does she realise that she can feel when her urges are worsening, she's able to control herself. its fine.

when their kids grow up and none of them have tried to kill her, i think she becomes a better mother to them. thinks back to her foster family and how they treated her and tries to do the same despite being in a far better position than they were.

also slight tangent but the kids are like, a spitting image of gortash. i like the idea that there's no "tiefling" traits in them (because rue isnt a tiefling) & the only trait she passes down are the odd patches of skin discolouration or the freckles or maybe little flecks of white in their hair. bhaals flesh doesnt translate well, because the whole point (to me) is to blend in with the world. so when rue is stuck looking after the children she's always remembering her own childhood and Not Having A Good Time :)

i love to make her suffer. girl i am sorry.

THANKS for the ask!!! i love rambling about these two and ive had them on the brain a lot lately!! one day ill name these kids. we'll see

[ateriblewriter]

Ducky Gets Sick

Baby Ducky AU

Baby Ducky Masterlist

Enjoy!

“Oh Kins, let it out.” Y/N rubbed the child’s back. She started getting sick when Jamie was three days into the roadie. At first it was a small fever and a cough, nothing too crazy. Y/N had still kept her home from preschool. Now the fever got higher and she couldn’t keep anything solid down.

“I want my daddy.” The small child heaved again into the bucket that had been placed next to her bed. Kinsley had never really been sick like this before, she didn't really understand it, all she knew was she wanted it to stop and for her daddy to be there.

“I know, I know.” The nanny checked the time again, noting that the boys were still currently in the middle of a game somewhere in the Midwest. She had talked to Jamie earlier that day when the bug Kins had caught wasn’t that bad. But now it was worse and Y/N couldn’t get a hold of anyone.

“Jamie. This is my fifth message I’ve left you in like the past hour and I can’t get a hold of anyone else. I know you’re in the middle of a game, but you need to come home. Ducky is very sick. Her temp’s gone up and she’s throwing up is bad. I'm going to take her to the hospital as soon as I get off the phone. All she’s asking for is her daddy and when is he going to come home. Please. Please come home soon.”

Jamie got the message after the first period and decided to call her back immediately after listening. He hated being states away when baby girl was so sick like this. He was usually the only one to make her feel better when she was like this.

“How is she?” He bit the inside of his lip trying to contain how worried he was. His heart sank when he heard her howling and screaming in the background. She must have just gotten sick again.

“The doctors think it’s just a bad bug, but they’re going to do a couple more tests. She’s dehydrated. They’ve got an IV in her. If everything comes back good, she can go home tomorrow morning.” Y/N tells him. She wants him home, maybe even more than Kinsley did.

“Daddy! Daddy!” The little duck cried loudly. Jamie could hear her through the phone crying out for him as she threw up again.

“Look Jamie, I gotta go. Right now isn’t a good time. Just get home as soon as possible.” Y/N said hanging up on the single father. Normally she’d feel bad about hanging up the phone like that but right now Y/N needed to get the child she watched to calm down.

“It’s not good is it?” Trevor asked his friend who had his eyes closed. “You are her only parent. They’ll understand if you need to get back. Just go.” He put a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you Z.” Jamie got changed as fast as he could. It was still going to be another five hours until he was able to get to his child. In his mind that was still too long, but there was nothing he could do about the time difference.

“Keep me posted on how she is.” Trevor reached into one of his bags, producing a new stuffed animal he got for the kid to add to the collection. “Give her this. Tell her I had to fight someone for it, it’ll probably make her laugh.”

Jamie got home just after two thirty in the morning, rushing straight to the hospital and up to the room where his child was. He placed the stuffed sloth plush from Trevor on the side table, before taking Y/N place in holding Kinsley as she slept. He kissed the top of her head as she stirred slightly after being moved around.

"Daddy?" The young child rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the bandaged hand that contained the iv. "I don't feel good."

"I know baby. Try going back to sleep." Jamie rubbed circles into her back lulling her back to sleep. She looked so peaceful like that but he know it would only be a matter of time before she would probably get sick again.

“Have they said anything different after those tests you mentioned?” He asked as she proceeded to give him the rundown of everything they had done.

“They ruled out meningitis, and pneumonia.” Simply put it was a bad case of the stomach bug, and after her temp went down a bit more and the nausea stopped, he would be able to bring her home to recover there.

Jamie was relieved that his baby would be just fine. He didn’t know how he would be able to survive if his baby duck met the same cruel fate as her mother. Thankfully he would never have to find out anytime soon as he held her close to his heart.

If you have any suggestions or comments I’d love to hear them!

[supercriminalbean]

Nightmares

David Rossi x GN!Reader.

Words. 1.4K

Summary: Your boyfriend waking you up from a nightmare.

Warnings: Murder, swearing, blood, crying, fluff, dead bodies. (If ive forgotten something let me know)

The fear kept building up as you ran down the corridor, your breathing becoming heavy as you sprint for your life. He was gaining on you slowly, the impending doom kept approaching and the corridor just seems to be getting longer. The place is freezing cold and bodies seem to be spread out across the hallway, having to jump over the familiar bodies of your team members. 

Their blood covering the walls, the man you have been running from for years getting closer and closer. Your mind is running with fear of the past and logic, you know this isn’t real, you remember going to bed last night then suddenly waking up running down this place. You were stuck once more in this unending nightmare, yet none of you seems to be waking up. 

SLAM! Your body is suddenly being tackled into the wall, the man you hate with every fibre of your body grins down at you keeping your shivering body pinned easily against the wall, a bloody knife firmly in his hand.

“I finally got you my little lamb” His soft chuckles make your skin crawl as he brings the knife up to your neck, slowly tracing down your body. Before he firmly pushes it into your chest, his laugh fills the room as he lets you drop to the floor, the torture finally ending. 

Glancing down at the knife that's firmly in your chest, blood dripping down as you slide on to the ground, losing the energy. 

“(Y/n)?” A soft voice calls for you, one that is unusually full of pain. Your eyes dart to your side. Your heart breaks into a million pieces when you spot Dave laying on the ground, his neck sliced open, a pile of blood pooling. 

“D Dave…”

“Why.. Why did you drag us into this” The anger and hate is all you can see in his eyes.

“I I’m sorry” You cry out as you watch the life drain out of him.

“You should be”

“We all died for you”

“You killed us all”

Your team all stand above you, all of them looking like ghosts, blood covering each and everyone of them, hatred and anger radiating off of them. You can’t help but let the tears spill over as you stare at them, the guilt catching up to you. 

“I'm sorry I’m so sorry” You keep repeating it, as Rossi brings his hand up to cup your cheek, leaving behind his bloody handprint.

~~~

Dave lays there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the noises he could hear are. That's when they get louder and he has no doubts as to what it is. He quickly turns over, pulling himself closer to you, pulling himself into a sitting position, before rubbing your arm gently. 

“(Y/n), Sweetie, wake up” He speaks softly, hoping you're not too far in dream land, hoping you're close to waking up already. But he gets no response.

“(Y/n), come on sweetie, wake up” Dave calls again with more urgency, a sharper shake to your arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” You cry out, your eyes still firmly shut, still dead asleep. The fear of your dream has a tight hold on you.

“(Y/n), It's Dave I need you to open your eyes for me!” He speaks more sharply, scared about what's going on inside your mind tonight.

“I’m sorry, sorry Dave, please sorry” Your words mumble together as your crying gets harder, shaking as you try to get out of his grip.

“Darling, shh it's okay, I’m right here just wake up” Dave takes a deep breath, as he gives you one final sharp shake. Your eyes fling open with a small scream, your body launching up into a sitting position. Dave’s arms are quick to wrap around your waist, stopping you from falling off.

“Hey.. deep breaths I’m right here you're safe” Dave’s voice is soft, full of love and compassion. A tone that is completely different that the Dave from your dream, he rubs your arm gently as you take deep calming breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. 

“D Dave..” The words get stuck in your throat. Turning to look at him with a terrified look plastered over your face, tears still spilling down your face.

“It's okay darling, I’m right here” He smiles softly, wrapping his arms around your properly before pulling you into his chest, pressing his lips against your forehead, which automatically helps calm you down.

~~~

You two sit there in silence for a moment. Your head resting against his chest, listening peacefully to his heart, taking deep breaths to try and match him. Your mind is still racing from the nightmare, but the longer you sit there listening to Dave’s heartbeat and breathing, feeling his body wrapped around yours, is enough to ground you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dave whispers softly, his hand running through your hair. 

“It was the corridor again” Your voice shakes, your mind flashing back to what your nightmare is based off of.

“Oh darling” Dave sighs softly. He had already figured that, it's not the first time you’ve woken up due to that place.

“It was worse this time.. He had k ki” The tears swell in your eyes again as you get flash back the jumping over the teams bodies, to Dave dying in your lap. “He killed the team.. I couldn't stop him.. He killed you” You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing again, that man has already taken so much from you, you can’t allow him to take your lover from you either.

“I'm right here.. The team is safe, everyone is safe” He whispers those words softly, knowing you're holding something back. Placing his hand under your chin so he can gently direct your face upwards to look at him. Catching a glimpse of your tears, he softly wipes them away, feeling his heart break as he sees the broken look on your face.

“Do you want to tell me what's really bothering you?” His stare is enough to make you break open about anything. The soft but protective, caring but stubborn look he has mastered, is enough to make you feel warm and safe inside.

“What if we never find him Dave?” Your words are barely a whisper, the fear of never finding him is one you don’t like to express.

“We will find him” Dave gives you a small smile, he doesn’t truly believe it but he knows he has to.

“It's been four years Dave.. It's not looking hopefully” Sighing softly, as you lean even further into him.

“I know, but you and I both know that the moment we have something, we have the best team and the best hope to bring him down, for good this time” Dave reassures you, kissing your cheek softly, which brings a small smile out of you.

“I know, but I never wanted anyone to have to deal with my dramas” Closing your eyes as your body starts to relax.

“We know, but the team is like a family, like hell are you dealing with any of this by yourself Amore” Dave pulls you down with him, into a more comfortable lying position.

“I know”

~~~

“Do you want to try and get more sleep, It’s not like we have work for a couple days” Dave smiles down at you, watching as you reposition yourself on his chest. Just a couple years ago he would never imagine you would be here with him. 

“No more sleep, but I do not want to get up yet” Smiling softly as his hand goes and replays with your hair. “Seeing as we don’t have work for a couple more days, do you think we can go up to your cabin then, we haven’t been up there in months, an I think getting away for awhile is good”

“That sounds like a great idea Sweetie, we can do that” Dave smiles, seeing as your eyes flicker close. “Maybe we can do some shopping at the town on the way up there first” Dave starts speaking, knowing his voice helps settle you down to sleep after a nightmare. 

“And the weather should be good so we can go swimming while we are up there as well” Dave keeps talking as he watches you fall asleep on his chest.