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FOREVER NOW | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO. PT.2
oneshot - chris x reader
You and Chris have been tied together by an invisible string ever since you met at 10. As you grew older, Chris became your safe place. He was always there, unknowingly shaping himself into the person you'd eventually fall in love with. By the time you were 18, you had become each other's first everything- first kiss, first love, first promise that neither of you could ever belong to anyone else the way you belonged to each other. And now, standing in the bathroom with ten pregnancy tests lined up on the counter, that promise felt heavier than ever.
story warnings: fluff, smut, pregnancy kink, basically everything that has to due with pregnancy and childbirth, established relationship, etc... if any of these topics upset you... don't read!
word count: 6k
MONTH 2
The sterile scent of the doctor’s office does little to calm your nerves as you sit on the exam table, your fingers gripping Chris’s hand like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the room. The last week had been a blur- between the endless late-night talks, the baby name debates, and Chris spending way too much time researching the best prenatal vitamins- everything still felt surreal.
“Alright, let’s take a look,” the ultrasound tech says with a warm smile, squeezing the cold gel onto your stomach.
Chris tightens his grip on your hand. “You good, baby?” he murmurs.
You nod, exhaling a shaky breath. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”
His thumb brushes over your knuckles. “Me too.”
And then, the screen flickers to life.
At first, it’s just static, a mix of shadows and shapes you don’t quite understand. But then- there.
A tiny bean-shaped figure appears, nestled inside of you. The heartbeat echoes through the room, fast and steady, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Oh my God,” you whisper, tears instantly pricking at your eyes.
Chris lets out a breathy laugh, his eyes glued to the screen, pure awe written all over his face. “That’s our baby?”
The tech smiles. “That’s your baby. And judging by the measurements, you’re about two months along.”
Chris lets out a stunned chuckle, running a hand down his face. “Two months,” he repeats, like he’s trying to wrap his head around it. He turns to you, his expression softening. “We’ve had our baby with us for two months already.”
Tears slip down your cheeks, and Chris leans over, kissing your forehead. His hand stays firmly in yours the whole time, never letting go.
And just like that, the little bean on the screen makes everything real.
You decide that night to invite everyone over and tell them the news. Your apartment is full- packed, really- with family, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of home-cooked food. Your mom, dad, and brother are here, chatting with Chris’s parents and all his brothers. It’s the first time everyone’s gathered together in a while, and they think it’s just a normal family dinner.
But you and Chris have other plans.
Chris squeezes your thigh under the table, shooting you a knowing look. It’s almost time.
“Hey, Mom?” you call out casually, getting up and heading toward the kitchen. “I think something’s burning… can you check the oven?”
Your mom, who’s been deep in conversation with Chris’s mom, Mary Lou, immediately moves toward the oven. “Oh shoot, yeah, of course.” She opens the door, peering inside. “There’s just a… roll?”
Mary Lou tilts her head, coming over. “Let me see this.”
Chris, still seated but now grinning widely, leans forward. “What’s in the oven?”
Your mom and Mary Lou both frown at first, then look at each other as realization dawns.
“A bun…”
Their heads snap toward each other, eyes widening, mouths parting in shock.
Then, utter joy.
Screams, happy shrieks, as they grab each other and start jumping up and down like teenagers. Your mom clutches Mary Lou’s arms, her eyes already welling up.
“Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD-”
Chris laughs, standing up just in time for his mom and yours to practically tackle you in a hug. “Are you serious?!” your mom exclaims, pulling back just enough to look at your face.
You nod, laughing through your tears. “Two months.”
Another round of screams.
The commotion quickly draws in the rest of the family. Chris’s dad steps into the kitchen first, followed by your dad and your brother, then all of Chris’s brothers- Matt, Nick, and Justin, who were mid-conversation and now just staring at the scene unfolding before them.
“What’s going on in here?” your dad asks, looking mildly concerned.
Your mom turns to them, face lit up with pure joy. “THEY’RE HAVING A BABY!”
Silence.
Then, another explosion of excitement.
Chris’s dad claps him on the back, shaking his head with a wide grin. “You little shit.”
Your brother lets out a stunned laugh. “Holy shit, I’m gonna be an uncle?”
Nick lets out an exaggerated gasp. “I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE TOO!”
“You’re not special, we’re all uncles!” Matt chimes in, and Justin just shakes his head, laughing.
Chris, overwhelmed but beaming, pulls you into his arms, kissing you right there in the middle of the kitchen, his hands cradling your face.
“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips.
Tears still streaming, you smile against his mouth. “I love you too.”
MONTH 3
By the third month, your body is starting to change, though you’re not fully showing just yet. Your lower stomach has a tiny bump, just enough for Chris to become obsessed.
Every morning, before even kissing you good morning, he lifts your hoodie or pajama top to check your belly. “Lemme see our baby,” he mumbles sleepily, pressing a kiss to your skin. He does this every single morning.
At your 12-week ultrasound, you both hear the baby’s heartbeat loud and clear for the first time. Chris records the whole thing on his phone, his eyes misting over as he grips your hand tightly. “That’s our baby,” he whispers in pure awe.
Month 3 was fun but it came with mood swings. And they hit hard. One moment you’re laughing, the next you’re sobbing because you saw a video of a puppy and now you need one. Chris is patient, rubbing your back while hiding his laughter when you cry over the most random things.
Not to mention the weird cravings too…pickles with peanut butter. Chris gags every time you eat it but stocks up on both anyway.
MONTH 4
Your energy is coming back, and so is your sex drive. It’s like a switch flips, and suddenly, you need Chris all the time.
“You’ve been insane, baby,” he teases one night, hands tracing over your growing belly. “Not complaining, though.”
Chris also starts buying baby stuff constantly. You come home one day to find him unpacking an absurd amount of onesies, soft blankets, and a tiny Bruins beanie.
“We don’t even know the gender yet!” you remind him.
Chris just shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. Our kid’s gonna be a Bruins fan either way.”
MONTH 5
One night, you wake up to something- a small fluttering sensation in your belly. It happens again, and your breath catches.
“Chris,” you whisper, shaking him awake. “Chris, the baby just kicked.”
He sits up so fast he nearly falls out of bed. “Wait, what?!” His hands are on your belly immediately, waiting, eyes wide. When he finally feels the tiny kick against his palm, his breath stutters.
“That’s-” He swallows hard, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s our baby.” He spends the next hour whispering to your belly, telling them all about their parents and how much they’re already loved.
This is also the month you start turning the office into a nursery. You decide not to find out the gender until the baby is born and instead choose a yellow theme- bright, neutral, and happy.
You both spend an entire Saturday painting the walls, music playing, the windows open. Chris is in jeans, no shirt, covered in paint, while you’re in overalls, your baby bump finally visible. He insists on taking a picture of you holding a paintbrush to your stomach.
“For the baby album,” he says with a grin.
MONTH 6
Your bump is really showing now, and Chris is in love with it. He touches it constantly- rubbing it absentmindedly when you sit together, spooning you at night with his hands protectively splayed over your stomach, kissing it whenever he gets the chance.
“You’re glowing,” he tells you one day, watching as you fold tiny baby clothes in the nursery. “Like, actually glowing.”
The nesting instinct is kicking in full force. You’re suddenly obsessed with organizing and cleaning, and Chris is doing his best to keep up. One night, you wake up at 2 a.m. convinced the nursery needs rearranging immediately. Chris groans but helps move the crib- only for you to change your mind an hour later.
“Baby,” he mumbles, flopping onto the rug. “Please. Let’s just go back to bed.”
“No.”
MONTH 7
Your back hurts constantly, your feet are swollen, and even sleeping is uncomfortable. Chris gives you back rubs every night, rubbing your feet and making sure you’re drinking enough water.
Sex is still happening, but it’s… different. Your growing belly makes some positions impossible, limiting you mostly to doggy, but Chris doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he’s more patient, more attentive- his hands steadying your hips, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your spine. He’s careful with you, always checking in, always making sure you’re comfortable, but there’s something else in his touch lately- something hungry.
And then, one night, as his fingers trace the curve of your belly, lingering just a little longer than usual, he finally admits, “Baby… I think your belly turns me on.”
You blink at him, taken aback. “What?”
He shrugs, but the way his eyes darken as they sweep over you betrays his casual tone. His hand drags slow and deliberate over your bump, fingers spreading possessively. “I don’t know,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “Just… knowing our baby is inside you. That I put them there.” He shakes his head, smirking as he licks his lips. “It’s kinda hot.”
You roll your eyes, but the way your pulse quickens betrays you. Because honestly? It is hot.
“Yeah?” You challenge, your voice playful but laced with something deeper. You tug your shirt over your head, baring your swollen breasts and belly to him, your skin hypersensitive, your body already aching for him. “Wanna show me just how hot you think it is?”
Chris exhales sharply, like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. His pupils dilate, his jaw clenches, and for a second, you think he might actually lose his mind.
Then he’s on you, hands already reaching, already touching. His lips find your neck, warm and open-mouthed, his breath hot against your skin. “Get on your hands and knees, mama,” he rasps, voice thick with need.
You obey without question, shifting onto your hands and knees, arching your back just enough to give him the perfect view.
You had thought that since gaining pregnancy weight that Chris would be turned off… or maybe even stop finding you attractive completely. But it was the opposite. He loves it.
He grabs your love handles every chance he gets and rubs your thighs and massages your back, not because you asked, simply because he wants to. Because it turns him on.
Chris groans behind you, his hands immediately finding your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you feel grounded. He spreads his palms over your skin, dragging them down to your thighs, then back up, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
You shiver at the heat in his voice, at the way he sounds almost wrecked already.
“Then show me,” you challenge, glancing over your shoulder at him.
His eyes flash dark with something dangerous, something wild, and then he’s moving- leaning over you, pressing his chest to your back as he kisses along your shoulder, his hands never stopping their slow worship of your body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His hands slide under your belly, holding you, supporting you like it’s second nature. Like taking care of you is just as much a turn-on as anything else.
And when he finally pushes into you, slow and deliberate, a deep groan rumbles through his chest. His grip returns and tightens on your hips, and he drops his head forward, his breath hot against your skin.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears, voice strained. “You feel even better like this.”
A gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to the stretch, your fingers clutching the sheets. Chris moves carefully at first, like he’s afraid of hurting you, but it only makes you want more.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” you pant, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “You’re not gonna hurt the baby.”
Chris lets out a deep, shaky breath, his hands tightening on your hips as he keeps thrusting into you at an achingly slow pace. His self-control is tangible, the restraint in every roll of his hips almost maddening. Then, suddenly, his hands slide from your hips back to your belly, spreading wide, cradling the swell of it with something so tender it makes your chest ache.
“I know,” he murmurs, his voice rough, almost wrecked. “I just- fuck.” He exhales harshly, thumbs stroking the soft skin of your stomach. “I just love you like this.”
Your breath catches, and before you can respond, he moves- his grip tightening, his thrusts deepening, more purposeful now. He’s still careful, still mindful of you, but the hesitation is gone, replaced by something more raw, more desperate.
“Chris,” you moan, your fingers clutching the sheets, your body arching into him.
His hands stay on your belly, holding you there, like he’s grounding himself in the feeling of you- of the life you created together. His pace picks up, each thrust pushing you forward just enough to make your breath hitch. He’s panting above you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your spine, his voice thick with need.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his grip flexing as he moves. “Carrying my baby, taking me so well.”
The words send a shockwave through you, heat pooling low in your stomach. You whimper, pushing back against him, needing more. He growls low in his throat, like you’re unraveling him, like he’s barely holding on.
“Yeah?” he breathes, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your sensitive nipple. “You like that?”
You nod frantically, gasping as he rolls his hips harder, deeper, hitting that spot that makes you cry out.
“Fuck,” Chris groans, his voice strained, his movements more desperate now. “Gonna make you cum just like this, mama. You ready?”
Chris’s thrusts grow more purposeful, deeper, his control slipping as your body clenches around him. His hands remain firm on your belly, holding you close, grounding himself in the feeling of you- the mother of his child, his woman, so perfect beneath him.
You’re burning, every nerve in your body alight as pleasure coils deep in your stomach. The way he’s touching you, how he’s holding your belly like it’s something sacred while still fucking you so thoroughly- it’s overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
“Chris- ” you gasp, pushing back against him, desperate for more. “I’m- oh my God- ”
He groans, gripping your hips again, pulling you back onto him harder. “I got you, baby,” he pants, his voice wrecked. “You feel so fucking good- so tight, so perfect. You gonna cum for me?”
You nod frantically, the tension inside you about to snap. His hand slides from your belly down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing firm, tight circles that send shockwaves through you.
Your moan is almost a sob as the pleasure crashes into you, your body shaking as you cum hard around him. Your walls clench tight, dragging him deeper, and he groans, losing whatever fragile control he had left.
“Fuck, baby, just like that,” he grits out, his rhythm growing erratic. His grip tightens on your belly again, his forehead pressing against your spine. “Gonna fill you up- fuck-”
You’re still trembling from your own orgasm when you feel him go rigid behind you, a deep groan ripping from his throat as he cums inside you, his thrusts slowing but still deep, still pushing every last bit of himself into you.
For a long moment, all you can hear is the sound of your mingled breaths, heavy and uneven. Chris collapses against your back, wrapping his arms around you, his hands still possessive on your stomach.
He lingers inside you for a moment longer before he finally pulls out, groaning softly at the loss of warmth. He presses a lingering kiss between your shoulder blades before sliding off the bed, heading to the bathroom. You hear the water run, and moments later, he’s back with a warm washcloth.
“Let me clean you up, mama,” he murmurs, his voice still thick with exhaustion and satisfaction.
You sigh as he gently wipes between your legs, being careful with every touch. His hands are slow and methodical, taking care of you like he always does. When he’s done, he tosses the washcloth into the laundry bin, then climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.
You melt into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest, his hands instinctively finding your belly again. He rubs slow circles over your skin, his lips pressing lazy kisses to the back of your neck.
Just as you’re about to drift off, his voice cuts through the quiet.
“Baby,” he says, his tone laced with something mischievous.
You hum sleepily, too comfortable to open your eyes. “Hmm?”
“We’re gonna have to record a movie or some shit with you pregnant,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. “It turns me on way more than it should.”
Your eyes snap open as you twist to look at him. “What?”
He grins, completely unapologetic. “I’m serious. You obviously can’t be pregnant all the time… unless I get you pregnant again right after the first baby is out.” He smirks, his hand splaying possessively over your belly. “How do you feel about Irish twins?”
You stare at him, half amused, half horrified. “Chris.”
“What?” he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck. “I mean, just think about it…. another baby, back to back? You’d look so fucking good carrying my baby again.”
You swat at his arm. “Let me get through this pregnancy first before you start planning the next one.”
He laughs, squeezing you tighter. “Alright, alright. But just so you know, I’m putting the idea out there.”
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “You’re insane.”
“And you love me,” he counters, kissing your shoulder.
You sigh dramatically. “Unfortunately.”
Chris just chuckles, pulling you even closer. “Get some sleep, baby. We’ll revisit this conversation later.”
You shake your head but don’t argue, letting yourself drift off in his arms, knowing full well he’s absolutely going to bring it up again.
MONTH 8
Your families throw you the most beautiful baby shower. Chris spends most of the day looking at baby items like he’s in awe that they’re for his child.
He’s also officially in full-on dad mode. He refuses to let you lift anything, scolds you for overexerting yourself, and installs the car seat a month early.
One night, you find him sitting in the nursery, staring at the crib.
“Chris?” you whisper, stepping inside.
He looks up, a soft smile on his face. “I just can’t believe we’re gonna have our baby sleeping in here soon.”
You walk over, taking his hand and resting it on your belly. “Me neither.”
MONTH 9
Everything is ready. The nursery is done, the hospital bag is packed, and Chris is on edge 24/7.
Every time you shift in bed, he bolts upright. “Are we going? Is it happening?”
“No, Chris. I just have to pee.”
He starts leaving work early, checking on you constantly. One day, he comes home with even more baby clothes, a yoga ball, and a brand-new breast pump.
“Chris,” you laugh. “We already have everything!”
“I just… wanna be prepared,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
One night, as he’s helping you into bed, he kneels down, pressing his lips to your belly.
“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, voice full of love. “We’re ready for you whenever you are.”
And just like that, the final stretch begins. Any day now, your baby will be here.
MONTH 9, WEEK 1
Lying in bed, your body aching from the sheer weight of pregnancy, you shift slightly, trying to find some comfortable position. Chris, ever in tune with you, adjusts immediately, tucking himself behind you and rubbing slow, soothing circles on your belly.
“We need to talk names,” you murmur sleepily, your head resting against his chest.
Chris hums, his fingers trailing absentmindedly over your bump. “Yeah, we do. We can’t just keep calling them ‘baby’ forever.”
You smile, but then a thought strikes you. “Okay, hear me out- if it’s a boy, I still wanna name him Owen.”
Chris stills for a moment before tilting his head down to look at you. “Still?”
You nod, suddenly nervous. “Yeah. I just… I love the name, and I thought it’d be a sweet way to honor you.”
Chris is quiet, but then his lips press against the side of your head. “You know what, I love it,” he whispers.
Relief floods you, and you nuzzle closer. “For the middle name… I was thinking maybe after my dad or my brother?”
Chris grins. “Perfect. We’ll decide when we meet him.”
You nod before shifting again. “And if it’s a girl?”
Chris chuckles. “Do you remember what my pick was?”
“Aria?” you question, remembering what he had said months and months ago.
Chris exhales, and you swear you feel his heart pick up. “Yes. Aria,” he repeats, like he’s letting it settle. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, baby. And for the middle name,” you continue, tilting your head to look at him, “I was thinking… Lou.”
Chris’s breath hitches. “After my mom?”
You nod, watching as his face softens into something unbearably tender.
“I love you so much,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Aria Lou… that’s perfect.”
And just like that, your baby- Owen or Aria- finally has a name.
MONTH 9, WEEK 2
The first time you feel contractions, they hit out of nowhere. Your stomach tightens, and a dull ache spreads through your back, making you pause mid-step in the kitchen.
Chris notices instantly. “What? What’s wrong?”
You grip the counter, wincing. “I think… I think I’m having contractions.”
Chris immediately launches into action. “Okay! Okay, let’s go- hospital, now!” He grabs the pre-packed hospital bag, his keys, his phone, his soul practically leaving his body as he rushes to the door.
You exhale through the pain, holding up a hand. “Chris. Chris! It’s fine. They’re just Braxton Hicks contractions.”
Chris blinks, still frozen mid-panic. “The fuck is a Braxton Hicks?”
You sigh, rubbing your belly. “False contractions. My body’s just practicing.”
Chris stares at you like you just betrayed him. “Practicing?! Baby, I was ready to sprint down the hall and flag an ambulance!”
For the rest of the week, every single time you shift uncomfortably, Chris is on guard. If you so much as groan while rolling over in bed, he’s wide awake, scrambling for his phone.
You sigh. “Chris. I just have to pee.”
He squints. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
You’re not sure how he’s gonna survive the real thing.
MONTH 9, WEEK 3
By now, the baby is almost a month overdue and you want nothing more than to push it out. God must’ve heard your prayers because you wake up to an intense pressure in your lower belly, a sharp pain that pulls you out of sleep with a gasp. For a moment, you think it’s just more Braxton Hicks contractions- until you feel it.
A rush of warmth liquid. A pop.
Your eyes go wide as realization slams into you.
“Chris.”
Chris, who had been sleeping like a dead man, groggily lifts his head. “Mmm?”
You slap his chest. “Chris, my water just broke.”
It takes him exactly three seconds to process that before he shoots upright, fully awake.
“OH, SHIT.”
“CHRIS, GET THE FUCKING BAG!”
Chris dives out of bed, scrambling for the hospital bag while simultaneously pulling on his jeans and trying to call everyone at once. “Okay, okay- uh, shit, okay- baby’s on the way, holy fuck!”
“Chris, breathe!” you hiss, gripping the bed as another contraction rolls through. “Just get me to the-”
And then you glance outside.
It’s snowing.
Not just a light dusting- a full-on blizzard.
Chris follows your gaze, his face draining of color. “No. No, no, NO- Fuck. Okay, hold on.”
He rushes to the window. Your car is buried under the snow, the driveway completely covered.
“Oh no….”
“DON’T WORRY! I GOT IT!”
And for the first time in your life, you see Chris move with the efficiency of a goddamn Olympic athlete.
He grabs his coat, shoves his feet into boots, and runs outside with nothing but a shovel and pure desperation.
You’re standing in the doorway, gripping the frame through another contraction, watching him shovel like his life depends on it.
“CAREFUL, CHRIS!”
“I’M BEING CAREFUL, BABY!” He yells as his left boot slips on ice and he almost takes a tooth out on the frozen pavement.
After what feels like forever, he finally clears enough space to get the car out. Panting, sweating, frost forming on his damn eyelashes, he runs back inside, scooping you up like a firefighter.
“Okay- okay, we’re going, baby, let’s go.”
He gets you into the car, throws the bag in the back, and peels out onto the snowy road, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping yours tightly.
Between contractions, you hear him frantically calling his parents, your parents, anyone will who pick up. “Baby’s on the way! We’re coming- SHIT, THESE ROADS ARE ICY- but we’re coming!*”
“Chris, focus on driving!”
“I CAN MULTITASK!”
But through the excitement, the panic, the snowstorm- Chris still finds a second to glance over at you, his free hand tightening around yours.
“We’re about to meet our baby, baby.”
And despite the pain, the stress, the absolute shitshow of this entire night- you smile.
Chris has the gas pedal pressed way too hard, white-knuckling the steering wheel as he simultaneously calls every single family member he can think of.
“Mom! We’re on the way- baby’s coming NOW. I don’t care about the storm, just- just get to the hospital!”
You groan through another contraction, gripping your belly, your nails digging into the seat. “Chris, shut the fuck up and focus on DRIVING!”
He immediately hangs up on his mom and dials someone else. “Dad! Baby’s coming- YES, RIGHT NOW- NO, I DON’T KNOW HOW LONG LABOR TAKES, JUST GET THERE!”
“Chris,” you grind out, trying to breathe through the insane pain in your abdomen. “If you call one more person, I swear to God-”
“Hold on, babe- Nick’s calling.”
“CHRIS!”
“OKAY, OKAY, I’M FOCUSING!”
Chris barely slows the car as he swerves into the hospital entrance. He parks right outside the ER doors, throws it into park, and launches himself out.
“Hang tight, baby, I got you!”
You let out a pained groan as another contraction tears through you, doubling over in your seat. Chris yanks the hospital bag from the back, sprints to your side, and immediately pulls open the passenger door.
“Come on, come on, we gotta go- ” He tries helping you out, but you’re moving too slow for his patience. His head whips around and locks onto the valet guy standing nearby.
“TAKE THE KEYS!” Chris chucks them at him before turning back to you.
“Chris,” you grit out, “I need a second-”
“NOPE, NO TIME, HOLD ON-”
Before you can argue, he sprints inside and grabs a wheelchair.
And when you say grabs a wheelchair, you mean full-speed, NFL linebacker, dodging obstacles, yanks one from the hallway and sprints back.
“Okay, baby, up you go- ” He lifts you carefully, places you into the chair, grabs the bag, and immediately pushes you through the sliding doors, moving like a man possessed.
“WE’RE HAVING A BABY!” he yells to the entire hospital lobby. “WHO CAN HELP DELIVER IT?”
A nurse rushes over, calm and professional. “Sir, please lower your voice-”
You groan, grabbing onto the wheelchair handles, “Shut the FUCK up, Chris!”
The nurse blinks, unimpressed. “Yeah, you heard her. Follow me.”
You’re wheeled into a triage room, and Chris hovers like a nervous wreck as the nurses work quickly around you.
“How far along are you?” a nurse asks, helping you onto the hospital bed.
“Nine months and three weeks.” Chris answers way too fast. “She’s been having contractions for…how long, baby?”
You glare at him through the pain. “CHRIS, I DON’T KNOW, I’M IN AGONY.”
“Okay, okay, right, sorry-”
A doctor comes in, pulling on gloves. “Let’s check how dailated you are.”
Chris freezes. “Wait, check what?”
The nurse gives him a look. “Sir, if you’re gonna faint, step outside.”
“I’M NOT GONNA FAINT,” Chris yells, then immediately looks pale when the doctor starts checking your cervix.
“She’s already seven centimeters,” the doctor announces.
Chris’s eyes widen. “Wait, so that’s close, right? Baby’s coming soon?!”
“Labor can still take time,” the nurse says calmly, way too used to panicked fathers. “Let’s get her into a delivery room.”
Once you’re settled into the delivery room, Chris refuses to sit down. He stands beside you, gripping your hand way too tight, bouncing on his feet like a fighter waiting to enter the ring.
“Okay, baby, just breathe. Remember the breathing exercises? In through your nose, out through your-”
“I swear to fucking GOD, Chris, if you tell me to breathe ONE MORE TIME-”
“Okay, yep, shutting up- ”
The contractions are getting worse. Chris watches helplessly, his eyes flicking between you and the monitor tracking each one.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “How are you this strong?”
“Because I have no choice,” you snap, panting through another contraction. “Because you put a baby inside me, Christopher.”
Chris gulps, squeezing your hand. “You’re doing amazing, baby. I love you so much-”
You barely register the doctor’s next words.
“You’re at nine centimeters- almost time to push.”
Chris blanches. “WHAT? ALREADY?”
“You ready to meet your baby?” the nurse asks, beaming.
Chris nods rapidly. “Oh, hell yeah, let’s go, let’s do this-”
The doctor smirks. “Dad, maybe sit down before you pass out?”
“I’M FINE!”
You glare at him. “Chris, SIT THE FUCK DOWN.”
And for once, Chris actually listens and sits down in the chair next to your bed.
And then It’s time.
Chris stands up again, gripping your hand both excited and terrified, his forehead pressed to yours as the doctor counts down.
“Push, baby, you got this- Oh my God, I can see the head- holy fuck- ”
You’re exhausted, screaming through the pain, every fiber of your being focused on getting your baby into the world.
And then-
A cry.
A loud, beautiful baby’s cry.
Chris chokes on a sob as the doctor lifts your baby up.
“Congratulations! You have a-”
But Chris isn’t even listening. He’s already crying, already pressing kisses to your damp forehead, whispering “I love you, I love you, I love you so much, baby, you did it-”
And then, they place your baby in your arms.
Tiny. Perfect. Yours.
Chris stares at them, absolutely wrecked with emotion, whispering, “Hi, baby,” his fingers brushing over their tiny hands.
“It’s a girl,” the nurse says softly. “6 pounds and 7 ounces. Perfectly healthy.”
Chris lets out a breathless laugh. “I knew it.”
Tears spill from your eyes. “Aria Lou,” you whisper, and Chris breaks, pressing his face into your shoulder.
“She’s perfect,” he chokes out. “You’re perfect.”
Chris holds out his arms the second the nurse gives the okay, gently lifting Aria from your chest. The moment she’s in his arms, his entire face crumbles. His hands tremble slightly as he cradles her tiny body against his chest, his thumb brushing over her impossibly small fingers.
A shaky breath leaves him as he leans down, pressing the softest kiss to her forehead. His voice is barely a whisper, full of so much love it physically aches.
“Hello, my baby girl. My beautiful, beautiful baby girl.”
Tears slip down his cheeks as he stares at her like she’s his whole world. Because she is.
SIX HOURS LATER
The hospital room is quiet now, the energy finally settling after a whirlwind of family visits. Both of your parents, Chris’s parents, his brothers, your brother- everyone had come rushing in, crying, hugging, taking turns holding Aria.
Mary Lou had sobbed the second she heard the name. “You named her after me? Oh, honey…” She hugged you so tightly you thought you’d burst into tears again.
But now, the room is peaceful.
Chris is sitting up in bed beside you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you cradle Aria against your chest. The hospital room lights are dim, and for the first time all day, it feels like time has slowed.
“She has your eyes,” you murmur, staring down at her delicate face. “Your beautiful light blue eyes.”
Chris hums, his hand trailing up and down your arm. “Yeah… but she has your lips. And your nose.” He leans down, tilting his head to study her. “And your little chin. And your cheeks.”
You laugh sleepily, pressing a kiss to Aria’s soft hair. “She’s perfect.”
Chris sighs, completely in awe. “Yeah, she really is.”
An hour later and you’ve fallen asleep, exhaustion finally pulling you under, but Chris stays awake. He sits there, just watching you breathe, his heart swelling at the sight of you curled up beside him, completely worn out from giving birth to the most precious thing in the world.
Carefully, he lifts Aria from your arms, cradling her to his chest. She’s so tiny, so fragile, her breaths warm against his skin.
Slowly, he stands, rocking her gently as he walks back and forth across the room. His fingers ghost over her little ones, his lips brushing against the top of her head.
And then, in the softest, most reverent whisper, he murmurs:
“I’m gonna love you forever now.”
And with that, his whole world is complete.
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a/n: dad!chris is literally my favorite thing EVER😭😭😭
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coraniaid · 2 days ago
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To the extent that Buffy the Vampire Slayer is deliberately and consciously About any one thing, it is about growing up. Specifically, it is about Buffy herself growing up. Moving beyond her childhood and her teenage years and becoming an adult.
And -- not always, but very often -- the metaphor that the show keeps coming back to for growing up is death and dying. Buffy's childhood friend Ford dies, and Buffy and Giles talk about growing up while waiting by his grave ("I'd like to stop," Buffy admits, just before Ford, now a vampire, bursts out of his grave). Buffy's mother dies young -- barely over forty -- and Buffy is forced to grow up again ("Who's going to be [Mom] if I'm not?" she asks her sister Dawn, her idealized childhood self made flesh, "Who's gonna take care of us?")
Buffy herself dies twice, and climbs out of a grave in a symbolically important way three times (in Nightmares, in Bargaining and in the very literally titled Grave). Buffy's main enemies on the show, especially during the high school seasons, are vampires -- forever young immortal creatures that refuse to die, but which "she alone" has the power to kill -- and Buffy can only defeat the Master by accepting the inevitability of her own death. The act of dying at the Master's hands both makes her more powerful ("I feel strong," she says after being revived, "I feel different") and also enables her to meet other people like herself (first Kendra, then Faith). Death is her gift, you might argue.
Another thing the show regularly associates with adulthood is money, particularly for Buffy. As a child, money isn't something that Buffy herself worries about, except abstractly: in School Hard she complains about spending a large fraction of her allowance on a new cream rinse that turns out to be "neither creamy nor rinsey", and in Homecoming she'll rue that she spent "a year's allowance" on a now ruined dress, but these allowances never actually run out. There is always money for new dresses.
Money is something for Buffy's parental figures to worry about. Joyce admits to "dreaming about bills" in The Puppet Show. Her father chooses his job over her in Helpless because "his quarterly projections are unravelling ... he can't afford to take off right now". It's Joyce, rather than Buffy, who worries about how she'll pay her way through college in Choices ("I know we can make it work if your father pictures in", she says, in what in hindsight seems like hopeless optimism) and it's Joyce who will be paying the bill for all the expensive textbooks Buffy buys in The Freshman ("I hope it's a funny aneurysm," Buffy says, which probably means nothing). And [whatever you think about Giles being paid], this is why Buffy insists on Giles being restored as her Watcher in Checkpoint, "reinstated at full salary", but doesn't think to argue for any salary for herself. Buffy doesn't get paid. Even at this stage of the show, money isn't something she has to worry about.
So, after Buffy dies for the second time and is brought back into the world again -- after she is forced to live in the world as an adult, and permanently take over the role of her mother -- it's no wonder that suddenly money becomes important to her. Not just important, but real, in a way it never was before. Those bills Joyce was dreaming about in Season 1 are Buffy's bills now.
And this is also why Buffy's friends can't just bail her out. Why Willow and Tara plan to go on living in her house without paying rent. Why all the gang come to offer her (moral) support when she starts her "subsistence level employment" in Doublemeat Palace, but don't think to actually pay her for the food they order. More than that, it's why Buffy doesn't ever think to ask for rent, and why she tells Xander his burger order is "on me" before he ever admits to looking to get a free meal, why the only person to give her financial assistance is her former Watcher (and now fellow adult) Giles.
Because her friends haven't gone through everything Buffy has. "It's kind of a Slayer thing", you might say. Unlike her, they haven't died. They haven't had to claw their way back to life from out of their own grave, into a world where everything is suddenly "hard and bright and violent". They haven't been forced to grow up yet. They don't know what it's like, and (as Buffy herself says in a different context), it's important to her that "they can never know". They're still kids. They're not in hell. Money isn't real to them yet.
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thebarneschronicles · 3 days ago
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Closer To Home Series (Masterlist)
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A love story built in stolen glances, late-night conversations, and the quiet understanding of two people learning how to find a home in each other.
Bucky Barnes wasn’t looking for a place to belong, but somehow, in the warmth of your presence, he found one anyway. As the team’s “girl in the chair,” you provide support from a distance—until a simple walk home turns into something deeper.
Through snowstorms, whispered confessions, and playful afternoons, your connection grows in the little things—until suddenly, it isn’t so little anymore. Because maybe, for Bucky, home has never been a place. Maybe it’s you.
Closer To Home
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As you settle into your new role as the team’s “girl in the chair,” helping Sam and Bucky with their missions, you find yourself increasingly drawn to Bucky's intense presence. His brooding silence is matched only by his watchful eyes, and despite his gruff exterior, your kindness begins to chip away at his walls.
When Bucky insists on walking you home one night, you chalk it up to his old-fashioned sense of duty and think nothing of it. But as the night unfolds, you realize there’s far more behind his actions than just good manners, and your growing feelings for him may not be as hidden as you think.
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Closer To Home II
📖 Word Count: 12.4k
Somewhere between stolen glances, late-night conversations, and the careful way he protects your space, Bucky Barnes has quietly claimed a part of your heart. His brooding silence gives way to tender moments in the warmth of your apartment on a snowy night, where shared vulnerabilities reveal the man behind the soldier.
Slowly, you navigate the spaces between his old-fashioned values and your modern perspective, learning each other one touch, one laugh, and one unspoken promise at a time. As trust deepens and emotions stir, the fragile connection you’ve built feels both delicate and undeniable—something neither of you is ready to let slip away.
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Closer To Home III
📖 Word Count: 8.9k
Snowed in with Bucky Barnes, you find comfort in playful banter, lingering touches, and the quiet intimacy of a morning spent wrapped in each other. But beneath the teasing smiles and warmth of shared laughter, something deeper stirs—something neither of you are ready to name.
When a visit to his empty apartment reveals just how much he still struggles to believe he deserves more, your carefully guarded feelings come crashing down. And as walls crumble, as confessions slip through the cracks, Bucky begins to understand: maybe, just maybe, he was always meant to find home in you.
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Navigating the Ordinary (A Closer To Home Blurb)
📖 Word Count: 1.4k
What starts as a lunch invitation quickly spirals into an unexpected errand to the local CVS, where playful banter about modern absurdities and a deep dive into his dating history lead to unexpected revelations.
Between teasing smiles, lingering touches, and an embarrassing encounter in the Family Planning aisle, you realize that the quiet intimacy you share with him runs deeper than either of you might admit.
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esote-rika · 2 days ago
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reader giving chip a blowjob as a reward after a successful robery
Lover, my darling I see you and your Chip Taylor agenda and I fully support it. Went a little off the rails, but I’m ovulating so sfjegerlk
Contents: fem!reader, mentions of burglary, blowjobs, MDNI
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Here’s the thing. Neither of you expected for the plan to work. Chip certainly seemed anxious the entire time, and you would have been offended about that if you didn’t have the same, very slight hint of doubt in the back of your mind. After all, this plan to rob a rich asshole’s house could very easily blow up in your faces.
Trespassing, breaking and entering, attempted robbery. The list of crimes whirls in your head, taunting you with the promise of prison, of being away from Chip, and the very thought of separation from your boyfriend is enough to make you completely locked in. A hundred and ten percent focus.
When you leave with thousands of dollars in cash, you wait until you’re both on the highway, on your way to leave the state before you let out the loudest, happiest laugh.
He’s laughing too, forehead still sweaty from a combination of the adrenaline and the hot summer air. Skin wrinkling around his eyes from how big he’s smiling. The most beautiful burglar to ever exist. “I can’t believe we pulled that off.” he’s saying, voice high with elation. 
“I told you to trust me.” You’re all cocky satisfaction as you head into the closest exit. He looks around confused, but he’s long since learned not to question you. You hold his very being in the palm of your rough, calloused hands, and it’s a fact you never take for granted. He deserves love, and care, and after tonight, the best damn head he’s ever experienced in his entire life.
You drive past empty fields, one hand on the steering wheel, the other reaching over and palming him through his jeans. 
He jerks, eyes wide as he looks at you, “God, baby—”
“You’ve been so, so good tonight, Chip.”
“Yeah?” he rocks his hips up to your palm, and you can feel him growing hard beneath the rough denim.
“Yeah, baby, I think you deserve a little treat.” You remove your hand from him, trying to focus on driving. 
He whines, the shameless man. 
“Go ahead and touch yourself, baby.”
The sound of his zipper fills the air, and you laugh as he takes his cock, quickly working his large hand up and down its length. Slack jawed and unblinking, he strokes himself in the passenger seat, head leaning heavily on the head rest. 
“That’s it, baby.” You coo, watching him out of the corner of your eye. God, he’s so pretty, soft brown curls pasted to his forehead as he jerks himself off. Finally finding a clearing that’s empty and secluded enough to your liking, you pull over and quickly unbuckle your seatbelt.
He watches you with stars in his eyes as you maneuver yourself over the console. He leans his chair back, freeing more room for you. Always so thoughtful, even when he’s near desperate. 
You smile, kissing the tip of his throbbing cock, “Can’t believe we pulled that off, baby,” you say, running your tongue and letting the taste of his precum flood your mouth, “And all because you were so good and followed my directions.”
“Of - of course, baby, I did say I’ll do anything to make you happy.” His adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, hands gently threading through your hair and gathering them at the crown of your head. So fucking thoughtful. Your heart could burst. 
“I know,” you whisper, wrapping your mouth around the tip and sucking. He lets out a strangled sound, and all of your original plans to tease him fly out the window. You take more of him down, carelessly letting him hit the back of your throat. It barely makes you gag anymore. After months of dating, you can easily push through his impressive girth and length. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, before pulling back.
It’s always such a thrill to give him head. He’s already gasping, making the prettiest sounds and you’ve barely even begun. A man of his height reduced to a stuttering, mindless mess all because of your mouth. It’s the best and easiest power trip you can have. 
You settle on a rhythm then, bobbing your head up and down his cock, hands on his thighs to balance you. It’s a sloppy affair, your body draped across the console, ass up in the air, your knees digging into the driver’s seat.
Threads of saliva drip down your chin, making everything so much warmer and slicker as you take him deep into your throat. 
You can feel his muscles tensing, fighting against the urge to thrust in, and since he’s been so good, you pull away and give him permission. “Fuck my mouth, Chip.”
“You sure?”
The breathiness of his voice has you rubbing your thighs together, but you remind yourself this is his turn. All about him. So instead, you look at him, eyes peeking up sweetly from beneath your lashes, “Yeah, baby, you’ve earned it.”
He lets out a strangled sound, and the force with which he thrusts does have you gagging. You hadn’t expected so much force, but god, it’s the hottest thing ever. So rarely does he take, always so eager to give, to make you feel good, that when the roles are reversed, it always takes you by surprise. He has a hidden strength that he tempers in order to be gentle with you, but at this moment, it’s all forgotten. He’s fucking up into your warm mouth like there’s no tomorrow, your throat swelling from how deeply he’s buried himself into you. 
“Fuck,” he whines. Fingers tightly gripping your hair, he holds your head in place as he ruts. You barely manage to hold back the choked sounds, knowing that if he hears them, he’ll slow down. You don’t want him to slow down, you want him to take and be selfish after such a job well down. “Baby—gonna—oh god!” 
He’s babbling, though you probably wouldn’t be able to make out his words anyway, what with how focused you are in taking his thick cock in your mouth. Your nails dig into his thighs as he moves your head to meet his thrusts, a vain attempt to anchor yourself to something.
“Just a little more, baby,” he gasps, and you wish you could see him clearly, immortalizing the look of pleasure on his face. But your eyes are blurry from tears, and his hold on your hair is so tight you couldn’t angle your head up to look at him if you tried. 
He pumps once, twice, and then he’s crying out and you feel ropes of his release overflowing your mouth. You swallow what you can, but strings of his cum and your saliva still trickle from your lips and over your chin. He pulls you up gingerly, brown eyes half open.
“God, baby, that was—are you okay?”
You laugh, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. “I’m perfect, baby, are you?”
“Of course I am,” he says breathlessly, pulling you up his lap and tucking your head beneath his chin, “That was amazing. I can’t believe I get to have you.” he’s more quiet now, lips grazing the crown of your head. You hum, smiling as you imagine what the future holds with the stolen money, and your sweet, perfect boyfriend by your side.
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ladybunny44 · 1 day ago
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Good morning, Bunny. I noticed you also write for Blue Lock, so I'm here with my first Blue Lock request and it's for the Itoshi brothers. When Sae's girlfriend finds out about Rin's girlfriend, she arranges a meeting with the younger woman to discuss a plan to reconcile the brothers. Because, seriously, why can't these two brothers just sit down and talk things out?
💙 Mending the Itoshi Bond 💙
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Pairing : Sae Itoshi x Fem!Reader, Rin Itoshi x Fem!OC/Reader
Genre : ☁️
Word count : ~2000
Summary : Sae Itoshi has long since accepted the distance between him and his younger brother, Rin. No matter how much he insists, it doesn’t matter,you know it does. So when you find out that Rin has a girlfriend, an idea sparks—maybe, just maybe, the two of you can work together to bring the brothers back together. With a carefully planned dinner and a little bit of manipulation, you set the stage for a long-overdue confrontation between the Itoshi siblings. Will they finally find common ground, or will this only deepen the rift between them?
TW/CW : Tension and unresolved family conflict, passive-aggressive sibling arguments,fluff and humour,happy but open-ended resolution.
NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Set post-Blue Lock, when both brothers are professional players! Thank you for the request! Enjoy! 📚
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You had been dating Sae for quite some time now, and while your relationship with him was stable and filled with mutual understanding, there was always something lingering in the background—his fractured bond with Rin. No matter how many times you tried to bring it up, Sae would always brush it aside with a nonchalant "It doesn't matter anymore." But you knew better.
So, when you discovered that Rin had a girlfriend, an idea sparked in your mind. Maybe—just maybe—if you and Rin's girlfriend worked together, you could bridge the gap between the Itoshi brothers.
You reached out to her first, sending a simple message:
"Hey, I’m Sae’s girlfriend. I know this is sudden, but can we meet?"
A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a reply.
"Sure. I wanted to talk to you too."
The two of you met at a small café in Tokyo, the atmosphere warm despite the tension hovering between you. She was a bit cautious at first, but as soon as you both started talking, you realized you had a lot in common—especially when it came to dealing with the stubbornness of the Itoshi brothers.
"They’re both idiots," she sighed, stirring her drink.
You chuckled. "Tell me about it. But I know Rin misses Sae… even if he won’t admit it."
She nodded. "Rin won’t stop talking about how much he hates him, but when he watches Sae’s matches, I can tell he still looks up to him."
You leaned forward, determination in your eyes. "Then we should do something about it."
The plan was simple. You and Rin’s girlfriend would invite both brothers to the same restaurant under different pretenses. Sae thought he was having dinner with you, and Rin believed he was just meeting his girlfriend. Neither of them knew the other would be there.
The moment they locked eyes across the table, tension filled the air. Rin’s brows furrowed, his jaw tightening, while Sae simply sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"...Tch. What is he doing here?" Rin muttered.
"I could ask you the same thing," Sae responded coolly.
You exchanged a quick glance with Rin’s girlfriend before giving them both an innocent smile. "Well, since you're both here… might as well sit down and eat, right?"
Rin’s girlfriend chimed in, "Unless you two want to be the center of attention in a public place?"
That shut them up. Begrudgingly, they both took their seats, glaring at each other.
At first, the conversation was stiff, filled with short, clipped responses and passive-aggressive remarks. But as the meal went on, things started to ease up. Sae made a passing comment about Rin’s recent match, and despite his initial reluctance, Rin couldn’t help but respond with a scoff and a smirk.
"You were watching?" Rin asked, trying to sound indifferent.
"Obviously," Sae replied. "You’re still predictable, though."
"And you’re still an arrogant bastard."
You and Rin’s girlfriend held your breath for a moment, worried things would escalate—but then Rin let out a small chuckle, and Sae’s lips twitched into something resembling a smirk.
It wasn’t a perfect reconciliation, but it was a start.
By the end of the night, Rin still acted stubborn, and Sae still held onto his pride, but something had changed. As they left, Sae gave Rin a small nod, and Rin—though hesitant—nodded back.
And that was enough.
As you and Rin’s girlfriend exchanged victorious grins, you knew one thing for sure: This was only the beginning.
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zhoumeyourlove · 6 hours ago
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Interested as always!
My top 3 pairings (i.e. my favorite LIs with my semi-developed self-insert MCs that kinda are me but are also definitely not me...it's complicated okay):
OG High School Story: Xavier Lee x Aiden Zhou
The Cursed Heart: Xavier x Kieran
Blades of Light and Shadow: Xavier Parnassus x Mal Volari x Aerin Valleros
If you have any questions, feel free to send me an anonymous ask! I'm also planning to post dedicated MC profiles for OG HSS and TCH (and mayybeee blades depending on how much time i have) during MC appreciation week as well.
Info under the cut!
Also so sorry for submitting this like one hour before the deadline I've been hyperfocused on my art for the MC appreciation week woops
Xavier & Aiden
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i think this image loses pixels every time i take it from one exchange entry to the next lol
Headcanons:
HSS!Xavier is an extremely social introvert - he's the life of the party until his social battery runs out
He's a cat person, and Maria's cat Oreo is practically his BFF. He can't have a cat himself because Scott is allergic, but he loves Paquito the hamster as well.
Other than the main 5 friend group (love interests), he's closest to Myra and Cameron since they were all in band together. The summer after Book 3, he made Cameron a genderqueer-flag-colored friendship bracelet to match their necklace because he likes arts and crafts.
HSS!Xavier is a HUGE K-pop fan. Aiden pretends he doesn't like it, but at this point he's been stockholm-syndromed into liking it. I wrote a fic about it <3
Xavier & Kieran
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these two are literally bouncing around in my brain all day long you don't even get it
as seen as my profile picture and banner <3
TCH!Xavier is definitely autistic. Obviously that label isn't applied to him, but if you met him in the modern day, you would know.
He and Kieran work well together because they both hate Fae social events. TCH!Xavier hates them because they're overwhelming - too loud, too bright, too many arbitrary social rules. Kieran hates them because he's just antisocial in general lol
Kieran has enchanted all his clothes so that the textures don't bother him <3
He's hyperempathetic
He has a special interest in medicine, particularly medicinal herbs. As a kid he always followed his mother around and learned from her. One of his favorite parts of living in the Fae Woods is discovering all the new plants there and cataloguing their properties. Post-canon, he becomes an apothecary.
He's very physically affectionate
His favorite animals are rabbits. Whenever he sees one in or around the Moon Court gardens, he sits down to watch it (from afar, so as not to scare it)
Xavier & Mal & Aerin
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they are a throuple. To Me. But I would also love anything with just MalMC or AerinMC! Or AerinMal, if you want to go for that.
Headcanons:
They are all so mentally ill. This is canon but I want to emphasize it
Blades!Xavier loves the entire party, but his platonic best friends are Imtura (besties since book 1) and Valax
They all take care of the orphanage together!! Mal is obviously great with them. Blades!Xavier is naturally pretty good with kids as well, but not on Mal's level. Aerin is NOT good with kids at first (he gets slightly less awkward later on, but he's still nervous). He's genuinely confused as to what he's supposed to do with them. He does his best! His best just isn't very good.
Blades!Xavier and Mal get together during Book 1, Blades!Xavier gets with Aerin in Book 2, and Mal and Aerin get together probably towards the end of Book 3 timeline?? Still figuring that out.
They abolish the monarchy, so neither Blades!Xavier nor Aerin are princes they're just Dudes. Mal never stops calling Aerin princeling, though.
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Choices Secret Admirer: a Valentine's event
What it is:
Think secret Santa but for Valentine's Day.
Everyone who shows interest in participating will be given a match for whom they should create (or commission) a small work (drabble, art, edit, moodboard, etc)
How to participate:
Reblog this post stating your interest AND include your top 3 books/characters/pairings to help guide your match on what they should create for you. (reblogs that do not include a top 3 will not be considered entries for participation)
or, message me here or at @lovealexhunt stating your interest and include your top picks
Note: When listing your interests, please include any preferred gender/race characteristics you may have for customizable character. If you have FCs you are welcome to list them as well.
If you want to participate but would rather not create for a particular user, feel free to message me privately and if you get that person, I'll re-spin the Wheel of Names should you land on that person.
Deadline to participate: February 1
What comes next:
On, or about, February 2nd, I will message you with your match and what they listed as their top interests. [I use Wheel of Names to match users]
You create something for them based on their interests and post it for them on February 14-16.
You do NOT have to create for all 3 pairings, one is enough. The 3 is to give you a choice for what you're comfortable with!
It would also be really nice if you could include a brief positive message of encouragement and/or support with your creation for your match
Please tag this blog and #ChoicesSecretAdmirer2025 as well so I can keep track of who posted and who is missing.
If you have any questions please do not hesitate to reach out.
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scribere-flores · 1 day ago
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Sabo x Reader
~Just as a hypothetical question~
Part 6. Other Parts Word count: 6,1k words (Dear God) Short summary: There's drama, there's chaos, things get a little bit serious at one point, and then, a little bit of smut sprinkled on top. Basically: Reader+Sabo+Miscommunication= solved... kinda. AN: I've risen from hell, aka first semester of law & political science courses. In all seriousness, I'm so so grateful for the wonderful support all of you have given my cheesy little fic. I really appreciate the nice and understanding comments while I've been away. I had so much fun writing this last chapter whenever I had time. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did <3 (Not proof read, will fix any spelling errors after I get some sleep)
MDNI 18+
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Shit.
Y/N was practically sprinting through the hallways as soon as she had left the library. She must have looked insane to anyone that saw her.
She messed up, she messed up big time!
Not only did Y/N snap at the man who potentially wanted to torture her, possibly even kill her.
No, she also left the book on the table. The book that had “Outdoor Survival” spelled with bold, bright orange letters on the front!
And Sabo wasn’t stupid, she knew that. By this point he must already have figured out what she was planning, and was probably plotting some kind of sick, twisted way of making sure she couldn’t leave.
What if he locks her in a cell and throws away the key? Deprived her of ever seeing the sunlight again? 
No, Sabo wouldn’t really do that. Right?
Y/N let out a nervous laughter as she felt a shiver run down her spine. This wasn’t the time for guessing, she couldn’t risk staying a day longer at this godawful base. She just needed to gather a few more things, and then she was ready to start her new life. 
Preferably far far away from the sadistic blond devil that took pleasure in stalking and tormenting her. 
As she pushed the front door to the base open, unwelcome thoughts sneaked into her mind. 
A gorgeous, handsome, honey-voiced devil, with strong arms that could easily pin her down so he-
“NO NO NO! Stop fantasizing about him, you stupid,stupid girl! That’s insane behavior, you know it is never-” Y/N choked on her words “never going to happen...”
A loud sigh escaped her lips as her shoulders dropped forward, forehead leaning against the wall outside the building. Was this really a good idea? In truth, she felt completely unprepared to live out the rest of her days in the wilderness.
Maybe life as the Chief of Staff’s captive wouldn’t be so bad?
“Ha-ha, I must be losing my mind.” Y/N laughed nervously as she pushed herself up from her leaning position.
Staying wasn’t an option. But neither was going out into the forest unprepared. She looked around the busy town square.
“Now, where do I find something sharp…” 
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“What are those two doing today?” Koala pondered as she looked out over the town.
She was resting her head against her hand, arm leaning over the windowsill, as her eyes closely followed Jane Doe. The girl had been running around the town for the past hour, gathering one strange thing after the other. 
Just as the girl slipped into another alleyway, Koala’s attention was caught by Sabo jumping out from a window, quickly moving over the rooftops with his steel pipe on his back. And she knew that could only spell trouble. Which meant, more paperwork for her.
Her so-called partner had taken his newfound hobby, stalking, to a whole other level these past few days. In a way it was kinda endearing seeing Sabo run around like a lovesick puppy. Some of the Revs had even started a pool, placing bets on how long it would take before those two finally got together… or until Jane Doe flat out rejected Sabo once and for all.
Koala found that highly unlikely though. The girl was obviously crushing hard, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Koala even suspected that the poor girl was so nervous that she was planning on running away, which would achieve absolutely nothing since Sabo would find her straight away. 
“But what do I know? Maybe this is just what happens when you have that kind of upbringing.…” Koala sighed “Still, Nobles are fucking weird.”
___
“Oh Dear God, that was a close call.” Y/N sighed as she turned the key to her bedroom door.
She had just managed to avoid Koala’s attempt to “have a talk”. Something she desperately wanted to avoid, because in her mind, “having a talk” could only mean one thing…
“I really hope Koala hasn’t found out too.” She said under her breath as she entered her bedroom.
"Find out about what?" 
An audible ‘eep’ escaped Y/N mouth as she heard the familiar voice, before she quickly put her hands over her mouth and took a step back from shock, her back hitting the now closed door. 
"How d-did you get in here… t-the door was locked." She said with a shaky voice as she eyed the blond man sitting on her bed.
"Window." Sabo shrugged. As if what he said wasn’t insane, or not even acknowledging that he had broken into her room! 
"We're on the third floor.” Y/N stuttered, still not completely comprehending her current situation.
Why? Why was this happening now? Why was he here? She was just coming back to gather her things, and then she was supposed to leave. 
She felt her heart beating faster as she glared at Sabo. 
"Breathe Angel, I was just returning what I took this morning…” He chuckled as he walked over to her dresser and put her neatly folded underwear on it.
‘Okay, great! Now, please leave, please.’ she prayed quietly in her head.
“And I have a question for you, so I waited until you got back." Sabo said with a bright smile, but she saw something flicker in his eye, and that couldn’t be good.
"Q-question?" She stuttered as he started to walk towards her " Wait, don't-" 
"Are you planning to run away, Y/N?" He was standing right in front of her, keeping her trapped between him and the door.
‘Wait, no-’ She felt her mind spiraling out of control. That name. Her name… No, no no no no.
"How do you-" A finger was placed over her mouth.
“Aa-aa, my question first, Y/N.”
“I don’t- that’s not-”
“It’s okay, I promise I’m not mad. But you don’t need to lie anymore Y/N.” Sabo gave her a kind, deceiving smile.
“Stop saying it!” She bursted out, trying to push him back. But he wasn’t bugging, instead he only moved closer to her.
“Oh, but it’s such a pretty name. Much better than Jane Doe. Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” He chuckled with a dreamy expression, twirling her hair between two fingers. 
Y/N could only stare at Sabo with horror as she took in the almost obsessive look in his eyes and the faint smile over his lips. He knew he had won their “game”, and now he was acting like a cat, playing with his prey.
She could feel her breath quicken, how the panic spread through her mind… And honestly, though embarrassing to admit, she felt a little bit aroused. Which was a whole other issue in itself that she really needed to deal with if she somehow got out of this situation alive.
Because, she really shouldn’t be turned on by this!
Sabo let go of her hair and grazed his gloved hand against her cheek, making her flinch. To her surprise her reaction made him take a step back, giving her much needed space to breathe. He sighed and furrowed his eyebrows, almost making it look like he was concerned. 
“Please don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to hide anymore. I personally made sure those people won’t come looking for you.” Sabo smiled, sounding kinda proud?
“People? Wait- What did you do?” Y/N was feeling a little confused. Had he really… He couldn’t have, right?
"It was quite easy actually, don’t know why I didn’t do this from the start. It would have saved me so. much. pent. up. frustration." His voice came out strained, almost like a moan. 
"I just made a few visits to some very disgusting bugs, before the information I gathered pointed me in the right direction." 
‘Disgusting bugs’ Nobles? Right direction? No-
She closely studied Sabo as he mindlessly wandered around the room, continuing his explanation.
"Your dad is a fucking coward, by the way. I barely stepped foot inside the castle before he surrendered both the country and more importantly, your name, in exchange for his own life.
You should have seen the look on his face when I introduced myself as his future son-in-law, it was fucking priceless." He laughed, wiping a tear from his eye.
Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. This man. Correction, this insane man had by himself broken into the castle of an enemy country and threatened the king of said country, just so he could learn what her name was? 
For what reason? So he could torture and then execute her with good conscious that he had done a thorough investigation beforehand? And what did he mean by ‘future son-in-law’?
She let out a nervous laughter, catching Sabo’s attention and making him walk towards her again. 
"Oh Angel, please don't be scared. We aren't going to meet the fuckers who put you through all of that anymore, I'll make sure of it. It will just be the two of us from now on." Sabo said with a calm tone as he tried pulling her into a hug, which she quickly dodged, so she was now standing in the middle of the room.
Holy fuck-
His statement made her realize what Sabo had been trying to do from the start. He was planning on keeping her alive. To be played with as his personal toy for the rest of her life. 
And what must be a very deranged part of herself actually felt relieved over that fact. She would at least get to see his gorgeous face every day. Even if it was when he was taking pleasure in torturing her, or something…
Dear God, that was so freaking messed up!
Sabo brought his hand to her cheek, giving her that kind, deceiving smile. She flinched away when she felt the cool touch of leather on her skin. His smile dropped, a confused wrinkle appearing between his brows. 
"Y/N, it isn’t me you're scared of, right?" He asked, giving her a serious look.
"No- I'm-" She took a step back, but Sabo quickly grabbed a hold of her wrist, pulling her towards him.
"Yes you are. Why?" He asked again, the grip around her wrist becoming firmer.
Y/N looked around the room in a panic, her eyes landing on the doorknob. Why the fuck didn’t she just open the door and run away when she had the chance? Why didn’t she think about that before, you know… she was trapped and unable to escape.
She needed to use what little brain capacity she had left and figure something out. Think think think!
‘If a man ever bothers you, just pretend to faint. That’s what all the other ladies your age do.’
Her mother’s words swirled through her mind. Could that really work? Y/N pondered on the crazy idea only for a second before she decided that it was probably the best she could come up with in this situation.
She saw how Sabo quirk his eyebrow and loosened his grip a little just as she closed her eyes, put her hand against her forehead, let out an audible gasp and let her body fall limp to the floor.
___
For a moment, Sabo could only stare flabbergasted at the “fainted” Angel on the floor. He certainly hadn’t expected her to do…whatever it was that she was trying to do.
But he liked that she kept surprising him with her silly little acts, even if they still really needed to have a serious conversation about her running away… and you, allegedly being scared of him? What reason could she have to be scared? Had he been a little too blunt with his explanation about how he found out what her name was? 
No, he couldn’t have. He even purposely left out the bloody part, she didn’t need to know about that. And to be fair, he barely touched those disgusting bugs that had described  “the princess” as some kind of mindless trophy. Sabo had just made it very clear that he couldn’t stand that kind of misogynistic thinking… with his fists.
He pondered Y/N’s reason for being scared for a few more moments, before he glanced down at her and saw how she was peeking at him through her half squinted eyes. And how she abruptly closed them when she was caught.
"She so fucking adorable" he whispers to himself.
Talking was important, but it could wait for a little bit. How could he not play along when she was acting so incredibly cute.
"Oh no, she fainted. I better put her on the bed." Sabo said in a sarcastic tone as he lifted her off the floor.
He noticed how Y/N shifted in his arms, still trying her best to keep her act up. He carefully placed her on the bed and just looked at her for a moment. 
Cute.
"Hmm, what’s that thing they do in fairytales?” Sabo sighed, before he leaned down close to her ear and whispered “Right…maybe she will wake up if I kiss her?" 
Within a second Y/N opened her eyes and shoved him away. A bright red blush had spread over her face, and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at her adorable reaction.
"Oh look, I didn’t even have to kiss her for it to work. Just. Like. A. Princess." 
"PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!" She exclaimed as she sat straight up on the bed, putting her arms in front of her.
‘Ehm- what?’ Sabo was suddenly very confused about what was happening.
"Hurt you? Why the fuck would I do that?" He asked.
"Because you are a Revolutionary, you disdain Nobles. You enjoy torturing them for fun, before you drag them to the guillotine. And you make them read your manifesto over and over, and over. And I'm a freaking Princess, daughter of a cruel, greedy tyrant! Of course you’re going to fucking hurt me!" 
Sabo stared at her with a blank face for a second, before he started to laugh hysterically, bending over with his hands on his stomach. 
"Pfft, hahaha—oh my god, this is too good to be true, hahaha," he laughed, tears lining his eyes. "Fuck- I can't breathe." 
It must have been a minute or two, but he finally calmed himself down after hearing her insane reasoning. God, everything made so much sense now. 
"Is this why you spent the last two weeks pretending to have amnesia? You actually believe in those crazy rumors?" Sabo chuckled as he wiped a tear from his eye "Oh, but the thing about the manifesto is true though. We use it to re-educate all kinds of people that have a messed up world view." 
"But mother told me-" 
"Well, your mom isn’t exactly the brightest. She thought I was a noble coming over for tea when I jumped over the castle gates. That’s how I got in." 
"You do kinda look like a noble." Y/N said, still visibly taken aback by his reaction.
"Yeah... But I also had a fucking metal pipe stuck to my back, which should have set some alarm bells ringing in her head. But she greeted me at the front door herself, happy to have a guest." 
"Mother, dear God." she sighed "Wait- why did you have a mental pipe?" 
"Uhmm... no reason. Don't worry about it." Sabo gave her a closed eyed smile.
The room fell silent.
He felt an anxious feeling growing in his chest. Whatever her reasoning was, this poor girl had still been afraid that he was going to hurt her. 
God, he was such an idiot. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she never wanted to see him again, considering how he had acted these last weeks. The thought of that scared him.
No, either way he needed to apologize. Maybe there was a chance that she would forgive him. And even if she didn’t, he would accept that.
Sabo carefully walked over to the bed, and when he saw that Y/N didn’t move away, he sat down next to her.
"I’m sorry Y/N. I never want to harm you in any way. Fuck, I feel horrible for putting you through that. You must have been so anxious the entire time. And I just thought we were playing a silly game. I promise, I never wanted you to feel that." He said, clenching his fist together.
All he could do was stare down on his knees. Sabo had never felt more ashamed than how he felt right this moment. 
Then, he felt a soft hand touch his forearm.
“I believe you.” Y/N’s sweet voice stated, making him look straight at her in shock.
“Why?” He stuttered, still not believing she was actually forgiving him.
“Hmmm… Because I want to.” She said, giving him a bright smile.
Sabo felt how his chest grew warm, like it did every time he saw that smile. 
Did she not understand the severity of this situation? It would make sense considering how she had been treated all her life. He needed her to understand that it was okay for her to be angry. That it was okay if she never wanted to see him again. That she was free to feel whatever she wanted to feel.
“But I stalked you for two weeks. I trapped you in a supply closet. I pressured you about your name over and over. I even stole your underwear. It’s only logical if you hate me, and-”
“But I don’t hate you. And I do believe you don’t want to hurt me.” Y/N sighed, before a serious expression fell over her face. “Look, have there been times I’ve been scared that something bad was going to happen to me if any of you found out who I am? Yes. But it’s a normal feeling to have when all your life you've been told that the Revolutionary Army tortures Nobles, right?” 
Sabo gave her a small nod, but stayed quiet and waited for her to continue talking.
“But for some reason, even though you have taken pleasure in tormenting me, and don’t try to deny it, there was still a part of me that believed that you never actually wanted to do me any harm. That none of the people in this base wanted to hurt me. And I was driving myself crazy trying to explain that feeling away, Stockholm Syndrome and stuff like that… But I do believe you.” 
“But-” Sabo started to say, but was caught off by a finger flicking his forehead.
"Ughh, no more but! It's okay, I actually wasn’t that scared until you told me you were the Second in Command. And even after that, a part of me still didn’t believe you wanted to kill me." Y/N laughed, which was a reaction not quite fitting her statement
"You thought I wanted to kill you?!" Sabo exclaimed, feeling even more embarrassed over how delusional he had been. 
She nodded in response, letting out a small giggle. 
"And I followed you around like a fucking stalker. Shit, do you know how close I was to breaking into your room last night?" He asked, feeling a warm flush spread over his face.
"You were close to doing what?" 
"Uh-" 
“Pfft- hahaha. It’s kinda fun seeing you embarrassed for once.” Y/N snickered, making Sabo feel relieved.
This was good. By some godsent miracle, she had actually forgiven him and was somehow dealing with the whole situation surprisingly well. He had been given a second chance, and he wasn’t going to screw this up.
All he needed to do now was figure out if she had the same feelings as he did. And this time he was going with brutal honesty. 
___
It felt weird. That the small hope that had been inside her during this entire time was actually true. That Sabo never wanted to hurt her. She knew that the moment she heard his sincere words. Pure relife.
And thank god for that, otherwise she would have looked pretty stupid for sticking around this place so long. Haha, wouldn’t that have been a fun ending to her story. “The naive princess who was tricked and fell in love with the cruel enemy.”
No, she liked this ending much better. The ending where she was just a person, not chained to a title, who was free to love whoever she wanted to.
Even if the love in question was directed towards an undeniably handsome man, but with a sadistic streak. Because there was no denying that fact, Y/N knew that he genuinely took pleasure in tormenting her and seeing her embarrassed. And she was slowly starting to accept that she actually enjoyed it too. Not that Sabo needed to know that.
But she wanted to tell him about the feelings she’s been keeping locked away for these past few weeks. What was she supposed to do? There’s rules and etiquette to follow when it comes to these things. She couldn’t just flat out tell him-
“I love you.” Sabo’s statement cut through her train of thoughts.
“Wha-” Y/N was taken aback. Did he just-
“No scratch that.” He said as he moved closer to her, taking hold of her hand. “What I’m feeling for you is probably closer to an obsession at this point, and I know that sounds like a bad thing, but I promise it’s not. I feel a constant urge to be near you and keep you safe and make you feel loved and cared for and-”
Sabo paused, and she believed she had never seen him look this serious. How could he just say all those things so bluntly? She felt her heart beating faster, and how a warm flush spread over her cheeks.
“And I need to know if I’m just delusional, or if you like me too. Because I was certain you did, up until the moment I realized I’ve been a complete idiot during the entire time I’ve known you. And if you don’t, then that’s okay. I promise I will stop tormenting you... But if there’s even the smallest chance that I can be with you, I need to know.” He said, almost sounding desperate. 
Their faces were so close, Y/N could feel Sabo’s breath on her lips. His hand had left hers and traveled to her waist, carefully keeping it there and moving her slightly closer to him. 
She put her hand against his chest, surprised to feel that his heart was beating as fast as hers. Her body felt hot and she was trying her hardest to formulate a response, and before she knew it a single word slipped past her lips.
“Yes.” She said with a shaky voice, and felt how Sabo’s grip grew firmer on her waist.
“Yes what?” He asked, an almost pleading look in his eyes.
“...I love you.” Y/N whispered, barely audible for anyone but Sabo to hear. 
“Thank God, you don’t know how much I’ve carved to hear you say those words.” He said with a relieved smile, making her heart flutter.
She hardly had time to catch her breath before she felt Sabo’s hand snake to the back of her hair, pulling her into a kiss. It caught her a little off guard, but Y/N felt safe as he took the lead, guiding her down on her back.
As the hand on her waist started to rub small circles through the fabric of her shirt, the kiss grew more intense, and she felt how the now familiar knot in her stomach started to form. She wanted more, to feel more, be closer to him. Her body was moving on its own, her hand grazing over his chest, up to his jaw and gently stroking her thumb over his cheek. 
Suddenly Sabo pulled away, breaking the kiss. She could see a soft pink tint over his face as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Fuck… Okay, you need to tell me now if you want to stop. Because we can, if you want to. But I’m barely keeping it together right now. So, do you want me to continue?” He asked with a heavy breath.
Y/N could only nod, making Sabo chuckle a little.
“Angel, I need to hear you say it.” He said, giving her a reassuring smile.
“...yes.” She answered quietly, growing more and more flustered.
“Hm? Yes, what?” A mischievous smile spread over Sabo’s lips as he cupped her chin and tilted her face up towards his.
“I- I want to continue.” Y/N managed to say. She didn’t want this to end now, before it even started.
“Good, that was all I needed to hear. I promise I will take really good care of you.” Sabo stated as he let go of her chin and leaned back so he was sitting on his knees in front of her.
How did he look so calm and in control? While she was barely keeping it together. Wasn’t they supposed to continue? Why did he move away?
“God, your thoughts are written all over your face. So eager, Angel.” He chuckled, as her face turned red. 
She watched as Sabo took his jacket off and loosened the carvant around his neck. She could see how his eyes roamed over her body, something flickering in his gaze as they met hers. She couldn’t figure out what he wanted her to do. 
“I don’t know what-” She started to say, but Sabo cut her off.
“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart. I was just a little caught up in thoughts about how cute you look when you're flustered. Don’t worry, you don’t need to think right now, I’ll help you.” He stated. “Now, come here and help me take my gloves off.”
“Okay?” Y/N answered, a little confused about his request, but she moved closer to him and started to pull one of his gloves off, but Sabo moved his hand away.
“No, no Angel. Use your mouth.” He said with a grin over his lips.
“W-what?” 
“Well, I can keep them on if you want to… But I promise it's going to feel much better without the gloves. You want it to feel nice, don’t you?” Sabo asked, and she nodded in response “Okay, so take them off, just like I told you to do it.”
Dear God, I’m about to do the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done in my life.
This devilish man must have some secret power over her, because why else would she be doing this. She cautiously eyed the gloved hands as she swallowed what was left of her pride, and slowly started to tug the glove off with her teeth. The taste of leather felt bitter on her lips as she somehow managed to work the first glove of his hand. 
Without giving her a second to breath, a finger pushed against her mouth, waiting for her to start. Y/N glared at Sabo, but he only gave her a smirk in response. The other glove didn’t come off as easily, and truth be told, she suspected that he was making it harder for her on purpose. 
“There. Happy?” She asked in a snarky tone as she tugged the glove of his hand.
“Very.” He snickered back.
“I don’t understand why you enjoy making me feel embarrassed so much.” Y/N said with a small pout.
“Because it’s fun seeing your cute reactions... And because I know you like feeling that way.” Sabo said as he leaned a little bit closer to her.
“I- I do not!” She exclaimed, moving back further up on the bed.
“No, you do.” he said in a calm tone as he started to unbutton his shirt. “I know because you always rub your thighs together when I make you flustered. And that’s usually a good sign”
Y/N tried to move further away, but suddenly felt a tug around her ankle making her fall flat on her back. She felt how Sabo’s hand started to travel up her leg, as he moved over her, one knee placed between her legs, pressing against her.
And dear god, just that little amount of much needed pressure against the right spot felt so good. An airy moan escaped her lips as the small knot in her abdomen grew.
“Fuck… you make the most angelic sounds when you’re needy.” Something dark flickered in Sabo’s eyes. “God, I’m going to have so. much. fun. with. you.”
___
If heaven made a sound, he was pretty sure that this is what it would sound like.
Sabo’s mind was clouded by his Angel’s sweet sobs as he continued to flick his tongue over her clit, moving his fingers inside of her in a steady rhythm. 
He had lost count of how many times he had made her cum by this point, but seeing the effects it had on her made every orgasm worth it. Legs twitching, hair clinging to her forehead, tears lining her eyes.
It was like he was looking at a piece of art.
Sabo knew he was being cruel. But the sound of her choked out voice in between airy moans and heavy breaths were fucking intoxicating. He could probably do this for hours, if he wasn’t burning up with his own greedy need.  
The need to pin her under him. The need to finally feel her clench around him. The need to put marks all over her body. Proof of how much he loved and adored her. Proof that she was his.
And although he knew that he shouldn’t be thinking it, he felt an overwhelming need to turn her into a completely broken mess. 
But he also knew that it was probably time to give her a break, let her catch her breath and rest against his chest-
“Sabo- please~” Y/N whimpered, clenching around his fingers.
Fuck- 
How was he supposed to ignore that? In the past hour, making her cum had become like an addiction to him. He craved to hear her cry out in pleasure as he helped her reach that high over and over again.  
Just one more.
“Oh, I know it’s a lot, sweetheart. You’re being so good for me. Just one more and then we’re done, I promise.” He heard how Y/N’s voice hitched as he quickened the pace of his fingers.
Wet sounds and loud moans filled his head, melting inside every time his name slipped past her lips in small cries of pleasure. She was squirming, basically grinding against his face. 
And Sabo loved every second of it. He loved that he could make her this way. That he could completely shut her brain off and make her lose herself in the pleasure he was giving her.
And as he felt his Angel’s body tense up once more, Sabo couldn’t resist the urge to gently bite her inner thigh.
He carefully pulled his fingers out and leaned back to look at the beautiful picture in front of him. A red flush over her cheeks. Puffy lips, probably from her biting down on them. Chest slowly rising and falling with every breath. 
“Fucking angelic.” Sabo moaned, taking one more good look before he laid down next to her.
He gently pulled her towards him, letting her head rest on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair, carefully untangling the mess he had created.
“How are you feeling Angel? It wasn’t too much, was it?” He asked, placing his other hand on her thigh, rubbing soft circles on her skin.
“Nice, so nice~ “ Y/N answered in a soft voice, lightly grazing over his chest with her hand.
“Nice? Maybe we should keep going then-” he felt a slap against his chest “I was just joking, sweetheart. It’s late, and I plan on keeping you trapped with me in this room for at least a few days, so you’re going to need the rest.”
“What?” she asked, already half asleep.
“Huh? Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it, I’ll show you tomorrow.”
___
This must be the most wonderful-
Wait, no. We’re not doing that again. Last time ended in disaster.
Y/N stretched her legs out as she opened her eyes. God, she felt sore. 
She mindlessly put her arms over her head to relieve the ache, but felt how her hand hit something. She looked up, horrified to see her fist pushed in right under Sabo's jaw, quickly moving it away. 
“Well, good morning to you too.” Sabo said as he stroked the place she had hit. “Was I really that mean last night that I deserved being woken up by a punch?”
“I’M SO SORRY, I DIDN’T-” Y/N stopped herself a thought back on the previous night, and on how much her body ached this very moment. “You know what? You do deserve that.”
“Ouch! My poor heart.” He answered in a dramatic voice, placing his hands over his chest.
All of this was so absurd, she couldn’t help but to laugh. 
Yesterday when she woke up, she had been fully prepared to run away. Almost convinced that the man now laying in her bed wanted to drag her to the guillotine. Afraid that she was going to spend the rest of her life camping out in the middle of the woods. But nothing of that had happened.
Funny how things turn out sometimes. Still, there were some things that needed to be cleared up.
“So, what happens now? I mean, didn’t you say that my so-called father basically surrendered yesterday? Doesn’t that mean that the revolution is over?” Y/N asked.
“Hmm, yeah, kinda… Now it’s just the boring administrative work left. You know, sentencing the bad guys to prison, relocating funds, drafting a new constitution, and whatnot.” Sabo said with a shrug “Oh, but don’t worry. Koala can probably handle that alone for the first few days. We’re not leaving this room unless we really, really need to.”
“You’re not keeping me trapped in here. I need food, and a bath.” She scoffed.
“But I thought you loved me?” He answered with a hurt expression. “Now that I think about it, maybe it’s better if we moved to my room instead. I have snacks we can eat, and a shower.”
“That’s not- nevermind.” Y/N sighed. “We’re getting sidetracked… I mean, what happens after all the administrative stuff is done?”
“Oh, we're going back to Baltigo. The island itself might not be so fun, but don’t worry, everyone at the main base will welcome you with open arms. And you can meet Hack, and Dragon, and all the other members. And you can of course move in with me if you want to, but we can also get you your own room if you would prefer that-”
“Wait, wait, wait. You understand that I’m staying here, right?” She stated.
“What?” Sabo asked with a dumbfounded look.
___
Koala was standing on the stern, looking back at the Island they had lived on for the past month. She thought fondly of the people they had helped liberate from the tyrannical ruler of the country. It always felt good leaving after a successful mission.
“We need to turn around.” Sabo said, suddenly standing next to her.
“FUCK- where did you come from.” She exclaimed.
“Koala, tell them to turn the ship around.” He said in a deadly serious tone.
“Why?” She asked, already knowing what this was about.
“I forgot something…” 
“Mhmm, and what would that something be?” Koala said as she rolled her eyes.
“A stubborn brat who doesn’t know what’s best for her.” Sabo answered through gritted teeth.
“Ah-ah, careful there Mr. Chief of Staff for the Revolutionary Army. Kinda sounds like you want to take away someone’s free will.” She teased, earring a scoff in response. “You want Y/N to live free, right? To make her own choices?”
“...yes.” 
“Exactly. So stop pouting like some spoiled rich kid. Besides, Dragon already agreed that it was safe for you to go visit her between missions. You’ll see her again in two months.”
“But what if she misses me and I’m not there?” Sabo asked in a panicked voice.
“She’ll write you a letter!”
“What if she burns the house down?”
“Dear God, have mercy and give me strength… Oh wait, strength.” Koala chuckled as she slammed her fist down at the top of Sabo’s head. “Stop being an idiot”
She glared at Sabo as he rubbed the spot on his head, before she saw him looking back towards the Island.
“Two months…Just two months.” he sighed, with a faint smile spreading over his lips.
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loveforaninstant · 1 day ago
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youve heard "richter is raised by alucard" now get ready for "richter is raised by Goddamn Dracula"
how does this happen? children who are blinded by grief and terrified out of their minds mix up boats pretty easily. boarding a boat to england that's full of traveling vampires is not part of richter's plan. neither is finding out his magic is gone at the worst possible time. and the vampires think the idea of turning a belmont into a vampire is funny. so.
guess who finds the little belmont in a supernatural gathering place being gawked at by vampires, being forced to hold his whip as proof of his identity even as it burns his palms nearly to the bone.
guess who eradicates each and every one of them, bundles him up in his cloak, and whisks him away to safety.
(and guess who hears about the rumors of dracula appearing in london after THREE HUNDRED YEARS and goes speeding there IMMEDIATELY)
anyways. voila. an excerpt for yall.
He exhales softly, turning towards the crowd and slipping around the fringes of it. He does not bother withdrawing his hood; it might make things easier, yes, but it would also cause all these vampires to scatter at the sight of the most powerful among them restored to life, and he has no real desire to send them running before he gets a better idea of what’s happening. It doesn’t look particularly strange, even if it’s a tad more crowded than usual. There’s a cage at the back of the stall, rusty and battered, no doubt containing some type of exotic animal that European vampires plan to gawk at. A leering vampire leans over a barrier of chain, hitting it with a stick and cackling roughly at the thin, frightened mewling sound that comes from within. They’re torturing an animal, he realizes dully, and sighs. Hector would be furious, if he still lived. He had always been the gentlest of his allies, at least when it came to anyone other than human beings. His night creatures were honored, treated lovingly. His craft was sacred to him. So was Isaac’s. They were both good men, though he supposes someone like him calling anyone good only means that they’re a step up from the most monstrous of creatures. He should put a stop to it. Hector would. Adrian most certainly would. Vlad moves closer to the cage, unseen by the vampire doing his level best to rile up whatever animal is inside, to make it put on a show for the crowd— And freezes. That is not an animal. That is a little boy.
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redbo-and-simbo · 2 days ago
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...
..Mm.
(Where am I? It's so cold..)
(shifting)
Huh?
(An IV drip? I'm..in the infirmary. How did I get here after...)
Holy crap, you're finally awake.
(chuckle)
I was worried, man.
...Forty-seven? How..long have I been out?
Uh..longer than I'm sure you wanted to be.
(sigh)
Right. Right..
I'm..sorry.
What? Oh- No, it's fine. I should be apologizing for snooping around-
No, not- not that, I-
(weak, shaky breath)
I keep getting further from my goal. I keep..getting sidetracked...carried away.
I'm a disappointment to the Creator. I know it. That's why he sent you, right? To be some- some crutch?
No, Red-
It's humiliating. Being like this. This isn't what he wants, right? Prophet, how many clones does it take to bury this- this sorry excuse of an Evbo? I can't do my one purpose. I can't stay focused. I'm doing everything I can.
Red-
I do everything I can to keep up this tedium, because one day it's going to be so...so worth it. I want him to see how hard I've worked to become the perfect Evbo, all for him. It's all been for him.
I've never- I've never felt like I did when my autonomy fell away to his will. I want that back. I want- I want him to choose me again. I don't care how many Evbos I have to go through, I just want it back.
But I keep screwing up! All the time! I keep slipping up and things keep going outside of my plans!
Red, hey-
I'm a failure- Just- Just a collection of flaws I just want to erase and replace so I can be someone else!
I'm sick of it!
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(shaky breath)
It's alright. You don't need to push yourself so hard, okay? You're doing fine.
You work so hard. ..If the Creator could see you himself, he'd probably admire your dedication. I know I do. But you need to slow. Down.
You're not on a time limit. You don't need to spend every single second of your life living efficiently just to achieve your goal here. You're pushing yourself past your limits, sure, but you're doing it every single day. You're constantly functioning on bare minimum rest and self care, and it's affecting your work too.
..I'm sorry.
No, hey..don't be sorry. It's okay. I just don't want you to work yourself to death, and neither does the Creator. You've been out for a while because of your health, things are getting behind.
Then-
(shifting)
Then I need to-!
No, you don't need to do anything but stay here. Okay? Taking care of yourself is part of your work. You need to rest and recover after your crash.
...
(weak scoff)
(shifting back onto pillows)
Theeere you go. Things are still up and running. You don't need to worry. You set so many assignments that they trickle over into other shifts, there's a backlog, you don't need to do anything right now.
There's so much I need to do..
I know. But the first thing on the list is to recuperate. And hey, I've taken care of a lot for you.
(weight shifts down onto the medical bed)
I don't know how to assign things or do repairs, but..Seawatt needed to charge, so I helped plug him in. I made sure Widget was fed and had water so neither of you had to worry about it. And uh..your hoodie was..stained, so..I put it in the wash. Sheets too.
I don't understand..
Why?
Huh?
Why go through all that trouble when you didn't have to? You could've gotten someone else to take care of any of that. You know you don't need to lift a finger around this place.
(sigh)
Well, for one, it made the most sense. Even if Seawatt was in sleep mode for a while, he was still low battery. I wasn't going to make him do anything. And everything else, y'know..I'm around your room and workshop the most, only second to you. But- Besides that, I just-
I care about you, Red.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy to make up for lost time, and I knew it would stress you out having all these extra tasks to take care of. I wanted to make the workload easier on you.
...
(sniffle)
...You really are a gift from the Creator..
Aw, Red..
(shifting)
Hey..you don't need to cry. I'm happy to hurk-!
(Tight hugger-)
(soft chuckle)
(fingers move to comb through hair)
...You'll be alright, Evbo.
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theallianceofcelestials · 17 hours ago
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Oh my gosh what if the SEA family met Tsams Jack??? That is just a full on baby right there!!/silly
Also Nexus bias showing rn but what if they met him??
They'd learn about Jack because Bloodmoon and Lunar were trying to bother him while he was searching for his son, and he'd just kinda snap slightly because of being stressed and tired.
They'd then immediately take that information back to the family, because their honorary brother's child, so their honorary nephew is in danger! It doesn't matter if they have no clue what in the fuck negative starpower is, they'll figure it out. Even Eclipse would be onboard with this, because him and Solar are Titanfall 2 buddies, and his girlie (/silly) needs help to get his kid back.
So they show up with plans to the TSAMS house, mostly plans of murdering the Creator, and the TSAMS family would just go: Okay, cool! We want that too!
Que boss music for Sven. He's in trouble, and he doesn't even know how bad until SEA KC just appears before him in the darkness, optics glowing, and attempts to punt him. If he somehow manages to escape, then the hunt is on. I dunno if you know the scene from Kung Fu Panda 2 where there's the 2D segment of Po's mom running away, and the wolf snapping at her heels, but that's Bloodmoon basically. They're just the one tiring out the prey until a packmate can pounce.
Meanwhile Eclipse is more busy trying to get Jack back to his dimension, where Moon and Solar Flare are already waiting for them. Being in a body Solar used before his death would probably be disorienting for Jack, and in his hazy state he might confuse them. After a bit of trickery he'd get him into the portal, and they'd try their best to fix him.
Meanwhile SEA Sun and Lunar are comforting and calming the TSAMS family. They know what they're doing, after all.
Meeting Nexus would be a mixed situation, which is sad for me because I love him too.
The celestial SCPs would not take well how he betrayed the family. To them, family is almost everything, because they're pack animals basically. They need each other. Nexus's stark refusal of these ideals would alienate him.
Eclipse would be the most understanding with him. He'd understand as a fellow animatronic just how shitty life can be, and he'd try at least forming a neutral relationship with him. So long as Nexus doesn't try anything with his family, he doesn't mind if the guy asks him weird questions about his workplace, and the SCPs, which he can technically answer because Nexus doesn't count as a person in neither his own dimension, nor in SEA's.
Nexus, obviously, would want to study the SCPs. Him and SEA Eclipse may become fucked up science buddies, but the line between them is also drawn when it comes to connection with others. That'd be one thing Eclipse wouldn't be able to understand either, having been alone for the majority of his almost 100 years of existence
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ghost-bxrd · 10 months ago
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Prompt:
Dick Grayson is put on mandatory vacation by a concerned BPD and finds a plane ticket booked to Germany in his mail the next day.
(“I am concerned for you, master Richard,” Alfred says when he calls to tell him Bruce can shove his charity right up his- “please do indulge this old man and allow yourself a break?” He doesn’t deserve a break. He needs to keep working or he’s going to come apart at the seams just like Bruce and- “… okay, Alf. Okay.”)
And… it’s nice, Dick will admit. No looking over his shoulder every two seconds, no fear of missed calls, no vigilantes.
Only an idyllic landscape, the hustle and bustle of foreign cities, Jason-
Wait, JASON?
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aguagua · 2 years ago
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no but i like wanna talk about vandermatthews and hosea specifically,, but also I’m literally incoherent so it’s just gonna live in my tags
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wheredidalltheusersgo · 1 year ago
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I think I accidentally made an Aleduncan AU where Alejandro is a witch and Duncan is an outlaw
#so basically#Alejandro saves duncan from being put to death#alejandro lets duncan stay with him for a couple months while he heals his wounds#they kinda get FEELINGS for each other during that time period because neither of them see many people around and they're both lonely#alejandro tells duncan about his plan to create a divine being#they part ways after a while#duncan returns a few months later to find alejandro being burnt at the stake (bc he's a witch yk)#so he runs to alejandro's woodland cottage and finds a letter left for him#in the note alejandro leaves a set of instructions/explanations and a map#because he hid a giant statue in the forest along with some of his body parts using magic#so duncan sets off to find the statue and the body parts#(he's pretty determined because there was a note on the letter that read “If you couldn't save me then at least save my offspring”)#he feels like he owes alejandro for saving him#he brought the note with him incase it had clues#when he got to the life-size statue of alejandro in all his glory#he broke open the hollow torso to find a small manticore#which alejandro made using magic combined with his own flesh and blood#duncan also finds ANOTHER note that explains how he needs to find each of the organs alejandro hid around the vast forest#and feed them to the baby manticore#to increase it's powers#this could be such a banger AU if I actually put effort in#this keeps sounding dumber as I write about it#I just wanted to draw alejandro as a pretty witch#I love aleduncan because I can make bullshit like this about it#I came up with this while listening to “Bernadette” by IAMX#I just wanted to toss this dumb little idea out there#td alejandro#td duncan#aleduncan#total drama
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troublcmakcrs · 2 years ago
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y'all: umm... whatcha got there?
me, with the oc i created solely to ship with tweek in his older verses: nothin, mind your fucking business
#misc :: ( ooc )#//originally i created her To Die#//to show the dangers of drugs or whatever#//just like tweek's older male love interest was created solely to be Kind Of An Asshole#//but now i'm a little attached to her :((((#//so it might be that in older verses where tweek is not being shipped with anyone he is married to her#//in verses where he is being shipped with other muses she can die a lil. as a treat :)#//tweek: AS A TREAT?! WHAT KINDA FUCKIN TREAT IS THAT???#//with his male love interest redd (who i named before learning there is already a sp character named red and may have to rename)#//tweek actually wasn't actually in love with him. it was a relationship of convenience. a roof over his head and good sex#//but with this one... who i am considering naming jenna/jenny or aurora/rory... he is hopelessly terribly grotesquely in love with her#//OH TO BE TWO METH ADDICTS ABSENTLY PETTING EACH OTHER WHILE MAKING FUTURE PLANS NEITHER ONE OF THEM IS SURE THEY'LL LIVE TO SEE#//in verses where she does die she gets murderalized by another addict#//tweek is passed out and doesn't learn of her death until the next day#//which is spicy and fun; we love a good dead gf trope in this house (sorry women)#//BUT ALSO I THINK THEY DESERVE TO BE SOBER AND MARRIED WITH KIDS :'(#//she is just such a ray of light and also wants to get off of meth and run away to somewhere warmer#//she's just got such a kind & giving heart and most people can't see past her addiction to get to it#//unlike redd who doesn't care and highkey enables tweek in his bad habits#//timeline-wise tweek is with redd around 20/21#//and meets the girl around 23/24#//or so i am thinking so far#//''vacation town'' by the front bottoms is a good song for verses where she dies and do got me fucked up
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theheadlessgroom · 2 years ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/723259801923092480/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride
@beatingheart-bride
“I’m quite ready,” Dorian grinned at her, as he swept off his hat and overcoat to hang up before offering her a bouquet of chrysanthemums: Though anyone who saw her with this gift would no doubt immediately believe it had a romantic connotation, it was quite the opposite, in that chrysanthemums represented friendship, loyalty, and honesty. Seeing as he felt very loyal to her for her honesty, her help in averting tragedy, as well as a budding friendship that he was sure would grow as they worked together (and, of course, anyone who was near and dear to his best friend was near and dear to him as well), he felt they were most appropriate to gift Emily before his big performance.
But this gift aside, if Dorian was nervous about his impending impassioned plea to the de Clair’s, he certainly didn’t show it, instead seeming very confident in himself. He was never one who was prone to stage fright or pre-performance jitters, and this was no exception. In many ways, much of the plan hinged on his ability to convince the de Clair’s to break Emily’s engagement with Pennyworth, and he wasn’t about to let her or Randall down.
At that moment, Reginald, the family butler, entered the foyer-though he was surprised to see Dorian there, he nevertheless turned on his heel to announce his arrival, the young master following behind, tossing a smile and a wink to Emily in the hopes of settling her nerves. He wouldn’t let her or his best friend down.
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1980ssunflower · 2 years ago
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if i dont see my husbands passionately kissing eachother RIGHT now im going to run into oncoming traffic
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