#okay bedtime chaos you will see this in the morning and i will see YOU in the morning... YIPEE!!

[somuch-4-stardust]

(top row: max, selene, salem. bottom row: crow, caesar, marin)

hi @justabunchofdragons u asked for picrews i deliver !!!!!!!!!!

ILY!!! thank you for humoring me! i also bring you some appearance fun facts that i couldnt capture on picrew:

max has an NG tube (tube in his nose) and his jaw is wired semi shut (he talks kinda mumbly) he also does not listen to the cure the picrew shirt was just cool lol selene's tail in the pc is just for show bcuz i thought it was silly BUT she does have wolf ears on top of her head. shes also chubby.. darn you picrew no size options.... salem usually wears her hair in double braids- typically in a bunch of braids and then those braids braided into two big braids. crows hair is shorter and coily-er than in this picrew. he also really likes graphic tees with video game and dragon/dinosaur stuff on it. caesar dresses like real prim and proper all the time cuz hes a LOSER NERD!! he was pale before death and even paler after. and marin has gingery blonde hair (as opposed to caesar who has light greyish/brownish blonde hair. yknow.) and its very thick. she loves putting things in it hehe

okay i fear part of the reason im back on tumblr is so i can talk about my characters... so LISTEN UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! or dont i will be yapping....

these are ocs but i reject calling them that because i despise the term (jk not really cuz its accurate to what they are... but i believe people do not respect ocs as much as they should like. not mine necessarily but yall have some awesome characters and they should be treated as such. like yknow if u went to jrr tolkien and said omg i love yr OCs from lord of the rings technically yr correct but it would be odd)

anyways. the series is called truth hurts (fun fact: theres a spin off alternate universe called lies kill in which everything just goes REALLY badly) and it follows a group of teen/young adult monsters as theyre losers and awful

the main guys name is max and hes emo and has eating issues. hes egyptian american and his mom is a mummy witch thing (long story. her name is iris ily iris). hes lowkey psychic and all his friends think hes a skeleton (like.... reanimated dead style) which is really funny cuz hes not hes just malnourished. hes 17 btw i think. i dont remember whatever

his best friend is selene and shes a werewolf and she lives in a community of werewolves and their families- werewolfism is a gene that doesnt always activate so not every1 in a family is a werewolf. so selene has 5 siblings and only 1 of them is also a werewolf. ANYWAYS! her family and max's are super close except being a werewolf is SUPER SECRET so she doesnt tell max and thinks he doesnt know. he totally does tho and thinks shes just super shy about it. selene is 19 african american and like if pinkie pie was an asshole sometimes. she loves fashion and is super messy and bright and awesome

the bffs leave to follow around their favorite band (more on that later) and they meet siblings salem and crow. btw yes i know my names are awful. i love them so much. anyways salem is a goth witch and in search of other witch covens (its another long story) and crow is her little brother. hes autistic and nonverbal and really likes dragons and the barbie movies and chocolate. hes 12ish and salem is 21 i think... they're both this african/native american/asian mix thats hard to explain because the witches are almost a complete separate race???? since they came to america from west coast africa and east asia like pre 1500s... ANYWAYS!

my personal favorite because i ahte him and want him dead is caesar. hes also called casper for a while. guess what ... hes a ghost! and he has a psychic connection with max because theyre lowkey highkey soulmates. basically caesar dies at 16 (murdered by his pastor. i really want to talk about this but i wont right now........) and gets sent to purgatory which is just a vast expanse of white. usually the dead who get stuck in purgatory go crazy and kill themselves within a year BUUTTTTTTT psychic max is able to visit caesar when max is asleep, which keeps him sane. two years later max and caesar find a way to bring him back (sort of....) and he joins the crew. also theyre gay. tfw you meet some guy in your dreams and save him from going insane and become his only tie to reality. anyways caesar is sort of 19 when he gets back but also he is still physically 16. hes my white blonde guy because you guys know how i am about blondes

and the forever forgotten (seriously none of my friends care about her) last member is marin. they're a selkie/mermaid/water creature (she calls herself a selkie but theyre not very similar to selkies in typical lore). theyre this wide eyed ginger 14 year old who is sort of a girl but the selkie species doesnt really folloow the same kind of gender so shes a she and a they and she doesnt care. she left her watery home of the great lakes to explore the world of humans and theyre super sweet and wonderful and also a little scary.

anyways. the whole gang basically is following around max's special interest favorite band- the lost boys. they're vampires but the world doesnt know because they think its just a bit cuz theyre an emo-goth band. they have nothing to do with the lost boys movie (or is it a show????) which i accidentally plagiarized despite never seeing or hearing about the movie until it was brought up by my friends. anyways theyre called the lost boys cuz their stage names are peter pan, wendy, slightly and nibs. real names being silas raven damon and archie. silas (lead guitarist) runs a clothing brand called 'truth hurts' and max is insanely obsessed with it(some of you know exactly what was inspo for this.....). silas shares that there will be different and exclusive truth hurts merch at every city on TLB upcoming tour so max takes all his savings out to road trip across america with selene and follow the tour. raven is transwomen with insane vocals (she uses her gorgeous low voice for singing but speaks in a more traditionally feminine higher pitched voice) and shes dating silas. damon is the bass guitarist and the oldest vampire in the band (was turned like 300 years ago). archie is IRISH! and the drummer. hes funny.

also salem and selene hate each other for most of the series but thats only because they absolutely are in love. max and caesar are doomed and in love forever. marin briefly has a crush on a fairy but they dont date. shes sort of aroish. crow will get a wonderful girlfriend a couple years post truth hurts series.

[littlehypnone]

Of Sunlight

WC: 3k

Relationship: Little Aeon and Caregiver Swiss (also Little Rain, CG Mountain and CG Aether)

Tags: Cuddles, Play Date, Fluff, Food, Slice of Life

Day in the life of little Aeon and caregiver Swiss

Notes: Commissioned by @everybodyshusband <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Aeon wakes up slowly; his senses tuning into his surroundings one by one. He wiggles in his bed and curls up more tightly around his favorite plushie—a little bat, just like him. He’s too sleepy to realize that he’s still regressed and where he is just yet, though; he chuffs and nuzzles his cheek into the warmth under him.

It’s another hour before Aeon’s eyes finally open. He yawns and stretches and rubs his eyes and feels something rumbling under his ear and tightening around him. The little ghoul feels silly when he realizes it’s Swiss! He remembers now that yesterday ended with a bedtime story and cuddles in the multi ghoul’s bed. He chirps happily as he cuddles closer to him.

“Good morning, buggy,” the vibration of Swiss’ gravely morning voice coming from his chest makes Aeon feel all warm and cozy—safe.

“Mmm, hi Swissy,” Aeon purrs. “‘S n–nice.”

“It is,” the other confirms, not pointing out that the quintessence ghoul is still little. Why would he? It’s not an issue in the slightest; he just wants his bug safe and happy. “I like having my cuddly buggy with me.”

Aeon giggles at the name, “An’ I l–like havin’ my warm Swissy wiv me.”

It takes another while for them to roll out of bed and start getting ready for the day. Swiss helps Aeon pick an outfit to match the weather, wash their face, brush their hair and soon enough they’re on their way down to the kitchen; their hands clasped together.

“What do you want for breakfast today?” Swiss asks as he is already rummaging through the cabinets. They’re always full of absolutely everything and even though the pack tried a system of each having an assigned shelf for their favorite food and snacks, it all blurred soon enough and now it’s just…chaos.

“Hmmm…” Aeon hums, thinking, “I fink the–the rice f–flakes.”

“With raisins and all?”

“Yes, please!”

“You’re such a polite little ghoul, buggy,” Swiss smiles at him and the quintessence ghoul blushes pale lilac. He loves when Swiss is all nice to him like that, it makes him feel so loved. “I’m on it.”

Aeon focuses on playing with his bat plushie by the table as the multi ghoul works on their breakfast. He can see Swiss stirring the pot with the slowly warming up milk, preparing the rice flakes and the raisins and setting up mugs for their drinks, coffee and hot chocolate.

In no time at all it’s all ready and Aeon claps excitedly when Swiss sets everything up in front of him. “You m–made a face!”

“That I did.” The multi ghoul smiles proudly as Aeon smiles at the raisins laid out on top of the milk in the shape of a crooked smiley face. “Enjoy it, buggy.”

Both of them eat their breakfast rather quickly and soon enough Aeon is slurping up the last bit of his hot chocolate. He looks up at Swiss and snorts out a laugh when he sees foam from his coffee sitting on his mustache. “Swissy! Your f–face!”

“Huh?” the multi ghoul pretends to be completely clueless. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Your m…m–m–mustache is white,” they keep on giggling and pointing at him despite struggling a little with the longer word. Swiss dramatically acts out having a revelation and finally wipes the foam off.

“Better?”

“Bet–ter,” Aeon confirms. The multi ghoul sends him a toothy grin and stands up to gather up the dishes. “Swissy, c–can we visit Aeth?”

“‘Course we can!” the multi ghoul assures, but after a moment he realizes there might be a hidden question in there. “Are you alright, though, buggy? Why do you want to visit him?”

“‘M okay, not h–hurt,” Aeon giggles at how Swiss’ brows furrowed in worry right away, “miss Aeth, ‘s all.”

“Okay, okay, you silly little creature.” The multi ghoul shakes his head with a smile. “Let’s go and from there we can go to visit Mounty in the greenhouse, too. I heard there’s a little lady in there with him today, maybe you two could play for a while?”

“Rainy?” Aeon gasps, already excited at the prospect of playing with his best friend.

“Yup! I’ll message Mounty and ask what their plans are, okay?”

The quintessence ghoul nods eagerly. Swiss goes back into the kitchen to dispose of the dirty dishes and grab his phone that he left on the counter. Aeon can see him typing up a quick message before he shoves it into his pocket and returns to the small ghoul.

“Do you want a ride?” Swiss winks with a grin as he points at his back with a thumb.

Aeon could never say no to a piggy back ride and so he smiles widely himself and nods. “Yes, p–please!”

“Alright, then, buggy, hop on,” the multi ghoul chuckles and crouches down to allow Aeon to climb on. He doesn’t get smaller when regressed, but he’s a slight ghoul anyway. He obliges and once he’s glued himself to Swiss’ back he starts purring immediately. “Ready? Off to see Aeth we go!”

The  infirmary is quite literally on the other side of the Abbey, so getting there takes them a small eternity, but Aeon couldn’t be happier about such a journey on Swiss’ back. He doesn’t mind it either; an adorable purring little backpack is a great companion.

“Do you want to surprise him, buggy?” Swiss asks once they finally get there, still outside the door.

“Yes!” the little ghoul cheers and scrambles to get off of the multi ghoul’s back. “Wanna su’pise Aeth!”

“Alright, let me check if I can see him,” Swiss giggles, cracking the door open just enough to take a look inside the main room of the infirmary. Aether is there with his back turned to the door and he seems to be taking inventory; rummaging through shelves and taking down notes. “Okay, buggy, if you sneak in quietly he won’t see you. You can go up and hug him, how’s that?”

Aeon nods with a wide grin. Swiss opens the door some more and lets him in.

He watches from a distance as the little ghoul does his best to creep up on Aether; he’s a little clumsy and the older quintessence ghoul most likely already heard him or felt his energy, but he’s nothing if not a good actor.

“Oh, hello there!” Aether laughs as Aeon gets to him and glues himself to his back, wrapping his arms tightly around him. “Didn’t see ya there, kid.”

“W–we came to visit ‘cause I m–missed you,” Aeon confesses, nuzzling their face against Aether’s shoulder.

“That’s nice of you, I’m always happy to see you,” he chuckles, turning around in Aeon’s arms to bring him close to his chest in a bear hug. “Who’s with you, kiddo?”

“Swissy!” The aforementioned comes in through the door with his signature grin plastered on his face. The older quintessence ghoul rolls his eyes at him with a smile on his own.

“Hi, spark,” Aether greets him and earns himself a peck on the cheek. “What have you two demons been up to today?”

“Nothing much yet,” Swiss shrugs. “Buggy was very sleepy, wasn’t he?”

“Yeahhh…” Aeon agrees. He still didn’t let go of Aether, but the other doesn’t seem to mind. “Bu’ we w–wanna go t–to Mounty an’ R–Rainy.”

“I’m sure they’d love to have you, kiddo. Do you wanna sit down for a moment?” The little ghoul nods into his chest and pulls away to take a hold of Aether’s hand instead. The other walks them to his little office and flops down onto a big chair before patting his lap in an invitation. Aeon, of course, takes it and curls up against the older ghoul in a cat-like manner. “There we go, all cozy.”

“How’s it in here today?” Swiss asks him, sitting on the edge of Aether’s desk.

“I’m not going to use the s-word,” he laughs, “but there haven’t been any incidents yet.”

“Gotcha.” The multi ghoul nods. A relative silence falls after that, interrupted only by the most adorable quiet purring coming from the little ghoul curled up in Aether’s lap. He and Swiss gesture and mouth to themselves above Aeon’s head about just how precious he is.

It’s a while before someone moves—the big ghouls think Aeon has fallen asleep. At some point a sibling of sin comes in needing Aether’s assistance, though, so Swiss and Aeon decide to get going.

“I’ll text Mountain to tell him we’re on our way,” Swiss tells the little ghoul.

Before they leave, Aether squeezes Aeon once again and gives him a few lollipops to share with Swiss, Rainy and Mountain. The little ghoul is overjoyed. He and Swiss leave the infirmary and the multi ghoul offers Aeon a piggy back ride again; he takes the offer, of course. A few minutes into their walk Swiss feels a vibration and hears a ping coming from his phone. He pauses and fishes it out to check the notification.

“Mountain asks if we can bring some snacks for lunch on our way,” he turns his head to look at Aeon as best as he can with him hanging off of his back. “What do you say?”

“Yes, snackies! Le’s go!”

“Alright, then,” Swiss giggles and turns in the ghouls’ den direction.

Aeon is so much happier after visiting Aether and the prospect of playing with his best friend; he’s kicking his legs and humming as the multi ghoul carries him down to the kitchen.

“Okay, what do we take?” Swiss asks when they reach the kitchen and he sits the little ghoul on the counter. “Definitely some Capri-Sun for you.”

“For Rainy t–too!” Aeon reminds him. “An’–an’ the crackers, Rainy loves the c–crackers.”

Swiss could just about melt at how caring, kind and considerate Aeon is, big or small.

“Capri-Sun and crackers for Rainy, got it,” he says as he throws them into a basket. “Something else you want?”

“Hm…” he considers for a second, “the–the ap’l sauce! For me an’ Mounty.”

Swiss and pulls some apple sauce packets from a cupboard.

“Ap’l s–sauce for Mounty ‘cause i’s green like h–him,” Aeon explains and the multi ghoul nods in acknowledgement, smiling.

“Anything else, buggy?”

“Somefink for y–you!” the little ghoul points out. “You like the c–cookies.”

“Oh, I really do like cookies, you’re right,” Swiss hums and gets a pack into their basket. “I think that’s all we need, hm?”

“Yes! Wanna p–play wiv Rainy now!”

“So excited, aren’t you?” Aeon nods; so excited indeed. “Alright, but I’m afraid you have to walk this time, I have to carry the basket.”

“Dat’s fine,” the little ghoul shrugs and hops off of the counter. “Le’s go!”

He’s out the door before Swiss even grabs the basket, laughing. He follows two steps behind Aeon until they’re outside and halfway down the way to the greenhouse.

“Can I r–run?” he asks, giving Swiss his best puppy eyes.

“Yeah, you can, buggy.”

“Wohooo!” He grins and turns on his heel right away.

“Just be careful!” Swiss calls after him. It’s not a huge distance to the greenhouse from there and the way is rather even so the multi ghoul doesn’t worry. He watches as the little ghoul runs with his tail swishing behind him and storms into Mountain’s greenhouse.

Swiss makes his way down slowly and with care to the snacks he’s carrying. When he gets inside he sees Mountain standing over and watching with a smile as the two little ghouls hug each other. Swiss grins and comes up to the earth ghoul to hug him, too.

“Hi, big guy. They’re so cute my heart hurts,” he chuckles.

“They really are,” Mountain agrees. “You should’ve seen them when Aeon just got here.”

“Ah, can’t miss it next time.” Rain and Aeon finally pull away and the little water ghoulette runs up to greet Swiss—one of her favorite caregivers—while Aeon goes to Mountain.

“Hey, princess,” the multi ghoul murmurs into Rain’s hair as she throws his arms around him.

Aeon all but climbs Mountain at the same time. “I g–got ap’l sauce for you!”

“Did you, now? That’s very nice, Aeon, thank you!” the earth ghoul giggles, holding him up under his legs after he wrapped them around his waist. The quintessence ghoul holds on tightly for a little while longer—just as Rain is holding onto Swiss—but eventually they all part.

“Alright, who’s hungry?” Swiss asks, holding up the basket they brought. “We’ve got snacks!”

“Yippee!” Rain cheers, clapping her hands as she sits on a big picnic blanket Mountain spread out in the middle of the greenhouse. Aeon grabs something from the basket before joining her.

“I have c–crackers and Capri-Sun f–for you, Rainy,” the quintessence ghoul hands them to her, both blushing slightly.

“It’s my favorite crackers!” Rain beams as she grabs the snacks and inspects them. “Thank you, Ae!”

“You’re wellc–come,” Aeon giggles. Swiss sets the basket between the two little ghoul’s and sits with Mountain a little to the side, giving Rain and Aeon some space for themselves.

The little quintessence ghoul grabs himself a juice, sticks the straw in and starts to slurp happily, but his brows furrow when he notices Rain struggling with opening it.

“D’you wan’ h–help, Rainy?” he offers shyly.

The little water ghoulette only nods and hands her Capri-Sun to Aeon for him to open. It really is tricky sometimes and no one is better skilled in it than him. He hands it back to her with a bright grin, so proud of himself and happy to help his friend.

“Thank you,” Rainy mumbles. After that it’s all a blur for her and Aeon, really. They share their snacks—Swiss and Mountain gasp when Rain gives Aeon one of her crackers; she rarely shares those, they’re special—and once the basket is empty, they jump up excited and full of energy to play. The caregivers keep an eye on them for the next few hours as they run around the greenhouse and outside of it, playing in so many creative ways. They play hide and seek and tag and some game without a name that is apparently based on hanging things off of their horns. They both have so much fun that day it feels like it’s going to be impossible to get them to their beds.

Mountain and Swiss only decide it’s time for Rain and Aeon’s day to end when both littles start yawning and rubbing their eyes. Their decision is only proven right when they don’t protest being picked up and carried back to the Abbey.

The dinner in the den is planned quite late today because of Aether’s long shift in the infirmary, which means Swiss and Mountain having two littles on their hands have to come up with something else themselves. They make it work; the earth ghoul takes Rain and Aeon to entertain them—and keep them from falling asleep—on the couch in the common room while Swiss makes them all grilled cheese and pours some juice into their sippy cups.

Both littles are exhausted after the long—but super fun—day they had, yawning every two minutes as Mountain does his best to distract them from the tiredness tugging down their eyelids.

The grilled cheese by Swiss—no one misses the joke potential there—is always delicious and even despite their compelling need to sleep, Aeon and Rain devour it like never before. When the plates are clean, Mountain picks Rain up and sets her on his hip and they both murmur the others’ goodnight. Swiss grabs Aeon, too, switches the common room lights off and carries the little quintessence ghoul to his bedroom.

“I’d let you skip the shower tonight if not for the dirt on your face,” Swiss remarks, swiping a gentle finger through the aforementioned mud on Aeon’s cheek.

“I c–can show’r, ‘s okay,” he assures the multi ghoul and he doesn’t doubt it.

“Alright,” he smiles, “I’ll prepare some cozy jammies for you and leave them by the tub, okay? Then I’ll wait here for you.”

“Mhm, ok–kay.”

“Off you go then.” Swiss ruffles his hair. “Just be careful, don’t slip, buggy.”

Aeon nods once again and disappears into the bathroom. As promised, the multi ghoul gets his jammies and once he hears the shower curtain being closed and the water being turned on, he steps into the bathroom and lays the clothes on a tray by the tub.

As he waits for the quintessence ghoul to be done, Swiss takes care of the nest; fluffing up and rearranging the pillows and blankets. He sits Aeon’s plushie atop it all—handling it with the care it deserves—changes into pajamas himself and waits. He emerges from the bathroom soon enough, with wet hair and a tired face.

“Really sleepy again, aren’t we, buggy?” Swiss asks, but not to tease. Aeon gets extremely cuddly and soft when he’s like this and the multi ghoul can never get enough of spending time with him.

“Mhm…’m real s’eepy,” he confirms before letting out yet another yawn.

“You’re adorable,” Swiss mutters, making Aeon smile softly. “Come on, bedtime.”

The little ghoul obliges, crawling into the nest and wiggling his body to bury himself under all the comforters. He grabs his plushie and brings it close to his face to rub it against his cheek. Swiss feels like he could melt into a puddle at the spot as he watches him.

He gets in after him and lays on his side—head propped up against his bent arm—letting the little ghoul choose if he wanted contact or not; and if he did, what kind. Of course it was easy to presume that Aeon would shuffle closer, but Swiss always gives him space to make a choice.

The little quintessence ghoul lays his head against Swiss’ arm and puts his face close to his chest—he loves being all small and safely tucked against the bigger ghoul. Swiss wraps his free arm around him and holds him close.

“C–can I get a bed st–story?” Aeon whispers after a minute; barely audible as he’s already falling asleep.

“Of course you can, buggy,” Swiss answers equally quietly. He leans down to kiss his forehead before starting the tale. “Once upon a time, deep in the woods, there was a tunnel. It wasn’t a normal tunnel, it was a magical one made of big trees…”

Aeon is fast asleep before Swiss even gets to introducing the main character.

[hard-core-super-star]

I JUST READ HONEYCOMB AND IT WAS SOO GOOD OMG THE IDEA WAS SO CUTE😭😭DO YOU MIND WRITING THE SECOND PART MAYBE WHERE IT SHOWS THE STAGES OF THEIR LIVES LIKE FROM DATING TO GETTING MARRIED HAVING KIDS ETC? WE’D LOVE IT!!

I ADORE YOUR WRITING IT ALWAYS MAKES ME FEEL LIKE GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET��😍🫂🫂 LOVE YA AND TAKE CARE!!<33333

you're my morning sun [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: a look through your fondest memories featuring your wife and the chaos that comes with forming a family.

warnings: literally just fluff; most of the story is told in flashbacks so the POV gets weird at times; so many cheesy moments; will i ever learn how to write endings? no.

wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: i'm sorry this took me so long to write but thank you for the request and for the kind words! i had no idea where to even START with this and i didn't hit all the points i wanted but i tried to make it as light and fluffy as possible. i don't know if it's become obvious by now but i've kind of been struggling to write for hailee so opening this mini-universe back up was a nice way to get back into the groove. hope you enjoy <3 [find honeycomb here if you haven't read it yet; once again the descriptions of the twins, as well as their names, are gender neutral so feel free to picture them however you want]

* * * * * * *

The sound of soft giggles drifts out of the half-closed door and into the hallway. An affectionate smile plays at your lips as you approach, opening the door and finding your adorably mischievous children thumbing through the old photo albums sprawled across their bedroom floor.

“Where did you guys get those?” You ask. 

Two pairs of wide brown eyes look up at you and you can practically see the wheels turning in their head while they both try to come up with an excuse. You have a pretty clear idea of what said excuse will be and in no less than five seconds, you’re proven correct.

“Mom gave them to us!” A triumphant voice replies.

“Yeah!”

Their win is incredibly short-lived but you appreciate their attempt. “Is that so? And why would she do that when your bedtime was thirty minutes ago?” 

You’re met with more silence and you almost feel bad at the way they so quickly realize their mistake. The twins share a look before the more outspoken of the two attempts to win your favor. “Because she loves us…?”

The words make you laugh and it thankfully brings down the tension in the twins’ small frames. Maybe you should be mad but it is the weekend and if they’re okay with being tired in the morning then that sounds like their problem. (Okay, it’s going to be your problem when your wife finds out but you’ll deal with that later)

“When did you get so smart, little bee?” You push yourself off the doorframe and join the adorable brunettes on the floor. “So, what are we looking at?”

Both Charlie and Em attach themselves to your sides before they each point to a different picture. They’re both from the same day but one shows you hiding behind a cup of coffee while the other one shows Hailee in the middle of laughing at something that you can’t remember anymore.

“When was this?” The quieter of the two asks, staring up at you with eyes that look almost exactly like your wife’s.

“Your mom and I’s first date,” you reply with a gentle smile.

“Can you tell us about it?”

The question catches you off-guard even though it really shouldn’t. The twins adore both of you but they usually make faces whenever you and Hailee start being overly mushy with each other. Their curiosity has finally started to beat their, quite literal, childish response, though.

“Are you sure you guys can handle it?” You tease. “It’s a long story.”

They each make their own noises of displeasure at your playful words and you wrap an arm around each of their shoulders, pulling them close and bringing the photo album onto your lap. You’re certainly in for a long night but you can’t say you’re entirely mad about that.

You bring their attention back to the photo album before starting to tell your favorite story.

* * *

You’ve never been the biggest believer in the idea of right place, right time. It’s always felt like an oversimplification, one that goes hand in hand with the idea of love at first sight and the concept of fate.

Your friends say you’re a grouch, you just say you’re too realistic to ever fall for that type of capitalistic BS.

But, of course, you have to be proven wrong in the most ridiculous way possible.

It’s not enough that you’ve been frequenting the same coffee shop as the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen, no, you also have to end up at the same place, at the same god-awful time: rush hour. 

You’re crammed in some tiny booth in the most faraway corner you could find, mumbling under your breath while you write email after email to your procrastinating coworkers. You were supposed to be taking a break but there are far too many unchecked items on your to-do list and it’s not like you’re in the most relaxing of places anyway.

You’re in the middle of arguing with yourself about the order in which to tackle said to-do list when you’re interrupted by quite possibly the loveliest voice you’ve ever heard.

“Hey, sorry to bother but do you mind if I sit here?”

You look up from your laptop and allow the words to slip out before you can back out. “Go ahead, I don’t mind.”

The smile your words get is enough of a reward for your sudden confidence until sitting in front of each other turns into an easy conversation which turns into exchanging phone numbers.

You’re not entirely sure how it happens, you just know when you finally leave the coffee shop, it’s with a spring in your step and the number of the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen saved on your phone.

You assume that will be the end of things (because why in the world would she ever give you a moment of her time?) but you end up being completely wrong. Only a few days go by before she reaches out, inviting you on a real coffee date. You’re so stunned it takes you almost a full hour to reply to her, an hour that you later find out was the cause of more than a few panicked texts to her brother.

There’s a lot of panic on your part too, although yours is mainly due to having no clue what to wear or how to act on a date with someone like Hailee. Saying you’re nervous is an understatement and you end up arriving late because you wanted to bring her flowers but couldn’t find an open shop nearby.

You rush into the coffee shop ten minutes late, a string of apologies flowing from your lips and a small velvet box clutched in your hand. 

The brunette’s response is nothing like what you were expecting. Instead of laughing at you or being upset, she merely stares at the box, an amused grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “What is that?” 

“Oh, I, uh, well, I wanted to bring you some flowers but I could only find a jewelry shop so…” You trail off before you can embarrass yourself further, choosing instead to hand over the box to her and face the consequences of your actions. 

Turns out, the consequences aren’t bad, you’re just too much of a mess around Hailee and her adorable smile to be able to handle her reaction. 

“You’re kidding,” she says once she opens the box and sees the small bumblebee charm hanging from the silver chain. “This is so thoughtful, thank you. Help me put it on?”

You’re pretty sure your heart stops right then and there but you agree nonetheless. Your legs wobble a little as you walk behind her, gentle hands moving her hair out of the way before clasping the necklace together.

It’s strange how right being with her feels despite the nerves and the way your heart pounds in your chest. 

You didn’t know it then but you were already head over heels in love with Hailee Steinfeld and her soft brown eyes.

* * *

The ending of your story earns you yet another groan from the tiny brunettes. You open your mouth to make fun of them when your wife’s voice stops all three of you in your tracks. “Why did no one invite me to this party?”

“Apparently you’re the one responsible for it,” you reply. “A little bee told me you gave them the photo albums.”

“Weird.” She makes a face designed to make the twins laugh. “I don’t remember doing that.”

“Mom!” They complain in unison, causing both of you to laugh this time.

Your hands reach out for Hailee and she instantly complies with your silent request. She settles onto your lap, her back fitting perfectly against your chest while you rest your chin on her shoulder.

“How far did you get?” She asks, her eyes scanning the pages filled with random photos and scraps of paper.

“I was just wrapping up the story of our first date.” 

“Did you include the part where you showed up half an hour late?” The teasing tone in her voice makes you smile but you decide to be dramatic anyway. 

“It was ten minutes!”

The room falls into a chorus of laughs at your offended response and you bask in all the love and joy your family brings you. Maybe it was a mere coincidence or maybe it was fate but there’s no denying meeting Hailee changed your life forever.

“So, what’s next?” Em asks, shifting closer to the brunette while she flips through the rest of the photo album.

“You wanna take this one?” You ask your wife with a warm smile.

“Oh, yeah. But I’m telling the real version.”

“Little bumblebees, today is the day you find out your mom is a liar.”

“y/n!”

[my-lovely-writing]

Obey Me! Lucifer with an abused teen MC.

Little notes: Haha, sorry that was a bit of a hiatus! I've been struggling with, well...life. You know how it is. But I'm back because I have fictional person brain rot. If you don't want to see anything besides my hero/villain stuff, feel free to blacklist the obey me tags.

Also, I'm kinda new to the obey me! fandom, so I'm sorry if the characters are a bit off. I won't be writing about some of them until I've learned more about them.

With that said, if you have any triggers, please check the tw tags before clicking below. This is about an MC who's been abused.

Lucifer

Lucifer found it a bit strange how quickly you took to him.

He makes you do your homework before class tomorrow? No complaints. He reminds you of bedtime (which you have because nobody's allowed to stay up later than Lucifer in the house of lamentation due to the fact that there may not be one left by morning)? "Okay, no problem! I can study TSL later." (Still trying to hang out with Levi, are you?) If anything, you seem grateful for his overbearing tendencies.

Really, with the chaos of his brothers, he's a little bit weirded out by how much trouble you don't cause. Maybe you're just scared of the demons?

Yeah, that has to be it. Works for him.

Except...it doesn't.

Not when he comes in screaming at Mammon for yet another failing grade and you start trembling, face pale and legs locked from your place on the couch, as if you don't quite know whether to freeze or run.

Dammit, he needs to take care of this lest the angels see you as a hostage and another celestial war is started. Besides, Diavolo doesn't want the human exchange student terrified, he's trying to foster relations.

So, for once, Lucifer forgoes stringing Mammon up from the ceiling, much to everyone's surprise (and your and his shared relief) and instead stalks off to his office to calm down with his favorite cursed records.

Later that night, when he's sending everyone to bed, he saves you for last. "MC, please follow me to my office."

His tone is gentle, reassuring even, but you know better than to mistake it for a request. Your mind races as you follow him on shaky legs. What have you done now? Idiot!

When you reach his office, Lucifer gestures for you to sit in the armchair across from his desk. It's surprisingly comfortable as you sink into it, but you can't help feeling like you're being swallowed up. Is he going to eat you?

As he sits in the chair across from you, it doesn't seem like it. Yet.

"How are you adjusting to life in The Devildom?"

You can't figure out his game here. His face reveals little, but you get the sense that he's asking a question without asking it.

"I'm adjusting," you say simply, expecting him to drop it at that. You're just a mortal, after all.

"I asked how you are adjusting," he counters. "It must be a big shift for you."

Really, it must be, he had realized earlier in the confines of his office—he and his brothers struggled enough after the fall, but you, in your human ways, had not even realized the existence of magic or god before coming here, and now you're surrounded by demons? Not to mention that you're still a child. Lucifer doesn't like to curse, usually finding such foul language beneath him, but he doesn't know what to call it other than a mindfuck.

The Avatar of Pride's efforts to push away the tinge of guilt that accompanied said realization have been in vain. He and his brothers haven't exactly been nice to you, have they?

He's long decided to help you adjust, if only to get rid of this stubborn and unbecoming guilt, but he can't exactly do that if you won't tell him what's wrong and you're just staring at him like a gaping fish, so he doubles down. "Are you experiencing any difficulties, MC?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck—if your mind was racing before, it's moving so quickly now that it's burning into ashes that, somehow, through the magic you've just learned exists, are blown away by the wind to spell those three words.

"MC?" Lucifer repeats your name, eyes widening in that half a millimeter of concern Diavolo talks about (referencing that one chat, I forget the actual measurement and I know his eyes technically widened in surprise, but give me a break) . Is this a human thing? No demons he knows of are this...weak. It's an active effort for him to restrain his judgement as he raises his eyebrows at you which, finally, seems to prompt a response.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I'll do better! I'm sorry for whatever I did. I w-won't do it again, don't eat me!"

Well...

Suddenly he feels like an ass for judging you. Just what ideas has Mammon been putting into your head? You look like you've seen your own ghost. And again, he reminds himself, you are a weak and defenseless human child in a world of demons.

"Nobody, not even Beel, is going to eat you. As our human exchange student, I won't allow you to die before the year closes," he says, lips pulling into a frown, studying you more intently now and watching the way you squirm as he looks at you, back ramrod straight against the armchair. What is going on with you? "Why do you believe that I would eat you?"

"I, uh..." Okay, so you don't think he'll eat you, but it's never good when an adult looks at you like that. "I don't know, you seemed upset earlier and now I've been called in here, so I thought I might have screwed up somehow—not, like, arson or anything, but I thought...I thought you'd find something."

"You thought I'd find something?" Lucifer stresses the word.

"...Yes?" you say with all the hesitance of someone on death row confessing to a crime. You swear you see Lucifer's eye twitch for just a split second.

Meanwhile, Lucifer's got it. At first, he didn't really pay all that much mind when Diavolo mentioned that you come from "troubled circumstances", mostly hoping that you wouldn't be just as troubled and therefore troubling yourself, but he's starting to see that you are—just in a different way than the others.

Of course, he doesn't outright mention or address the clues he's just put together—The Avatar of Pride can tell better than anyone that you're hiding your past as well as you can, which is, admittedly, not well, but he's been persuaded to humor you.

"I am not a sadist." Okay, he is, but it's better that you not know that. He continues, "I am not looking to find something to punish you for and, while there are some things I would kill you for such as threatening my brothers, Diavolo, or the Devildom, I have no intentions of causing you harm under regular circumstances. You may get an F on your math test without fearing me or any punishment I would give you, MC."

You blink as you process the words, a little bit of the fear edging out of your body. "I can?" Your voice is tentatively hopeful.

"You can," Lucifer reaffirms, shuffling his paperwork around, if only for your benefit, as tears begin to brim in your eyes. He allows you to save face. "Go to bed. You're welcome in my office if you ever need to talk."

"Thank you," you mumble to him as you hurry from the room. You don't know what this means, but you know you're not dead and that's good enough.

The next morning, Lucifer's brothers are woken up earlier and met with a stern talk about being kind to you, accompanied by the reminder that you are a child even by human standards who is adjusting to life in literal hell and the threat of them having to adjust to hell a second time over (a punishment—Lucifer's punishment is the second hell). "We're building relations with the exchange student for Diavolo," he justifies explains.

His brothers aren't terribly thrilled with the idea of cozying up to a human, but they agree because they remember how hard the fall was for them.

Asmodeus, being the most familiar and cool with humans due to his pact with Solomon and finding your fearful, doe-like nature adorable, offers to take you out clubbing—to which Lucifer reminds him of the child thing.

Fine, fine, no clubbing. He'll pamper you instead, you certainly have enough split ends to suggest you could use a haircut.

From then on out, a new rule is established where each of the brothers, Lucifer included, have to spend time with you every so often with one or more brothers spending time with you each day of the week.

Needless to say, you're confused by the sudden kindness but you soon don't mind it, finding yourself slowly warming up to them—and, much to the shock of your ruined self-esteem, they to you.

Lucifer is pleasantly surprised and secretly grateful to find that his brothers get into less trouble with you around and, eventually, even more pleasantly surprised to find that you seem almost normal around them. You no longer eat in silence at the dinner table, refuse to meet their eyes, or cower like a puppy used to getting kicked when they raise their voices at each other (everyone has learned not to raise their voice at you, even Satan).

It's not long before Lucifer is calling you his best behaved child sibling. He even goes so far as to have everyone retake the family photo with you in it.

Is there any way he can turn you into a demon? He'd like you to be his child sibling for forever, and humans die far too quickly. As far as Lucifer's concerned, Satan has something new to research.

And it's not as though you don't seem to have some level of darkness in you. Just the other day you heard screams coming from the lower levels of Lord Diavolo's castle and followed them in spite of your fear, kind heart wanting to aid whoever was suffering.

According to Barbatos, you didn't even flinch when you found him torturing your parents, pliers still gripped around one of your dad's bloody fingernails.

Hell, you even asked to join in! (How Barbatos responded to that, I'll let you all imagine lol)

Also, Lucifer will never admit it, but he's quite possibly never felt more pride than the time you, Satan, and Belphie pranked him with a whoopie cushion on his desk chair. Normally he would have beat his brothers with it, but he could tell from the less than ideal invisibility cloak over the object that you were involved and hid a smile from prying eyes as he sat on what felt like his throne despite the ensuing fart noises.

And that's how his family of seven became eight once again.

[farmergirlimagines]

Chapter 13 : No Plan, Just Trouble

Masterlist ~ Through Static and Shock

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The soft glow of morning seeped through the curtains, casting a muted light over Joanna’s room. She lays still, curled under the covers, her cheek resting against Chewie’s shaggy fur. His rhythmic breathing was a steady anchor, a quiet contrast to the chaos of the night before.

The distant echoes of Joyce’s frantic voice lingered in her ears, along with the weight of unanswered questions. Joanna’s fingers moved absently through the thick fur at Chewie’s neck, her mind wandering as the storm of her thoughts settled into something gentler.

Chewie shifted slightly, letting out a soft huff that brought a faint smile to her lips. Her fingers paused, and for a moment, she let herself sink into a memory—a simpler time, before the world had tilted on its axis.

She could still remember the day they brought him home. His oversized paws, his wobbly steps, the way he barked with a tiny, fearless confidence that made her laugh until her sides hurt. He was more than a dog; he was family, a constant in a world that so often felt anything but steady.

Joanna lay curled up in bed, her cheek pressed against Chewie’s warm fur as his steady breathing filled the quiet of her room. His shaggy coat smelled faintly of the outdoors, a comforting mix of earth and home that eased her restless thoughts. She absently ran her fingers through the fur on his neck, her mind drifting back to the day they brought him home—the day he became theirs.

The memory came rushing back, vivid and familiar.

The shelter had been noisy, the fluorescent lights buzzing louder than the occasional bark or meow echoing down the narrow hallway. Joanna remembered walking in behind her mom, her arms crossed and her lips twisted into a skeptical smile as Joyce clutched Will’s hand on one side and Jonathan’s on the other.

“Okay,” Joyce had said, her tone firm but kind as she addressed them. “One dog. And only if we all agree—no fighting. This is a family decision.”

Will, practically vibrating with excitement, had nodded vigorously. “I already know exactly what I’m looking for!”

Joyce had raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“A Chewbacca,” Will declared, his voice filled with the same awe he reserved for bedtime Star Wars trivia.

Joanna had rolled her eyes, smirking. “What if we just get something… normal? Like a Snoopy?”

Will had wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Chewbacca is way cooler than Snoopy!”

“Alright, alright,” Joyce had interjected before things could escalate. “Let’s meet the dogs first, then we’ll decide. Deal?”

As they’d walked down the rows of kennels, Will’s excitement had gradually dimmed. Joanna remembered how his little hand had tightened around their mom’s as he saw the animals—hopeful, scared, or simply tired—watching them through chain-link fences. For once, even Jonathan hadn’t teased him, his usual smirk replaced with quiet observation.

It was Joanna who had stopped first, her gaze catching on a particular kennel. “Mom,” she’d said softly, pointing inside.

The dog had been sitting at the back of his enclosure, a scruffy, medium-sized mutt with shaggy tan fur that looked like it hadn’t been brushed in weeks. His dark eyes had been calm, curious, as he tilted his head and watched them approach.

Will’s voice had been barely a whisper. “It’s him.”

Joyce had crouched to read the card on the kennel. “No name listed. Says he’s about two years old, good with kids…”

Jonathan had leaned against the fence, a small grin tugging at his lips. “He does kind of look like Chewbacca.”

Joanna remembered tilting her head, studying the dog. He wasn’t perfect—his fur was uneven, his body a little scrawny—but there was something about him. “He’s not bad,” she’d admitted, half-smiling. “But I don’t know if he’s Chewbacca cool.”

Will, undeterred, had turned pleading eyes to Joyce. “Can we, Mom? Please?”

Joyce had hesitated, glancing between the kids and the quiet dog. Joanna could still picture the way her mom’s expression had softened, as if she’d made her decision before even saying the words. “Alright,” she’d said at last. “Let’s meet him properly.”

The moment the shelter worker brought him into the play area, the dog had trotted straight to Will, his tail wagging like it was ready to fall off. Will had burst into giggles as the dog licked his face, and even Jonathan had knelt down to scratch behind his ears, his smirk turning into an actual smile.

Joanna had hung back for a moment, watching them. The sight of Will’s joy, Jonathan’s rare ease, and her mom’s quiet relief had been enough to tip the scales. She’d crouched down next to the dog, tentatively scratching his head. “Okay,” she’d said, grinning despite herself. “Maybe he is Chewbacca cool.”

Joyce had smiled, standing. “Welcome to the family, Chewie.”

Back in the present, Joanna sighed, nuzzling closer to Chewie. His fur tickled her nose, and his tail gave a sleepy thump as if he could sense her affection. He might’ve started as a Star Wars joke, but he’d become something far greater—a part of their patchwork family, filling a space none of them had even known was empty.

“Chewie,” she whispered, pressing her face against his neck. “You really are the best thing we ever found.”

His tail wagged again, and Joanna smiled, letting her thoughts drift as she hugged him closer.

The memory warmed her for a moment, but as the weight of reality returned, her fingers stilled. She buried her face deeper into his fur, drawing comfort from his presence as the sound of muffled voices floated down the hall, signaling the start of another uncertain day.

Joanna pulled herself out of bed, the heaviness of the morning clinging to her like the damp chill of her unheated room. She grabbed a hoodie from the chair by her desk, tugging it on over her pajama top before shuffling out into the hall.

The smell of burnt toast hit her first, followed by the sharp crackle of something frying on the stove. Voices drifted down the hall, low and tense, punctuated by the clatter of dishes.

When she reached the kitchen, the scene was all too familiar. Joyce sat at the table, hunched over with a cigarette in hand, her eyes red-rimmed and distant. The kitchen was in disarray—coffee cups, newspapers, and a pile of crumpled flyers littered every surface.

At the stove, Jonathan was already dressed, his hair damp from a quick shower. He moved with quiet efficiency, flipping something in a pan before scooping it onto plates. “Alright, Mom, here—eat something,” he urged, bringing a plate to the table.

“What?” Joyce blinked at him, momentarily startled. She glanced at the table, then began shifting papers and clutter with jittery hands. “No, be careful of the poster,” she muttered, her voice thick with worry.

Jonathan sighed, setting the plate down carefully. “Yeah, okay. All right,” he murmured, trying to keep his tone even.

“I can’t eat,” Joyce said after a long drag on her cigarette. Her hand trembled as she stubbed it out in the ashtray, barely glancing at the food.

“Mom, you need to eat,” Jonathan pressed, his voice gentle but firm.

Joyce looked up at him, her face etched with exhaustion. “Listen,” she began, her voice breaking slightly. “The Xerox place opens in, like, thirty minutes. We need to go early, make as many copies as we can before school starts—”

“I know,” Jonathan said, cutting her off with a soft nod. “I’ve got it, okay? Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t want you to go alone, we need to wake-” Joyce’s voice trembled and right on cue, Joanna slipped into the room, her bare feet padding softly against the linoleum. She slid into a chair without a word, her eyes darting between her mother and brother. Jonathan placed a plate in front of her, the smell of eggs and slightly overcooked bacon wafting up.

“How many copies do we need? Two hundred? Three hundred?” Joyce continued, her hands moving to rummage through her bag. “How much is a copy? Ten cents? If we—ten cents per copy, that’s...” Her voice cracked, and she trailed off, her movements growing more frantic.

“Mom, Mom—” Jonathan tried to interject, but Joyce’s rambling continued.

“We’ll need more than that—what if people need extras? What if—”

“Mom!” Jonathan’s voice rose slightly as he grabbed her hands, stilling her frantic search. His touch was firm but careful, his eyes steady on hers. “You can’t get like this, okay? Just—breathe. Please.”

Joyce froze, her eyes welling with tears as she looked at her son. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“No, it’s okay.” Jonathan crouched down slightly, so he was at her eye level. His hand stayed on her shoulder, grounding her as she wiped at her eyes.

Joanna watched quietly, her fork hovering over her plate. The weight of everything pressed down on her chest, making it hard to even think about eating. Chewie laid curled by her feet, his tail flicking against the floor in a slow rhythm.

For a moment, the kitchen was silent except for the sound of the men working on the powerlines muffling through the windows. Then Jonathan straightened, glancing between his mother and sister. “Jo, can you help me with the flyers after breakfast? We’ll head to the Xerox place before school.”

“Yeah,” Joanna said softly, her voice barely audible. She didn’t look up from her plate, her appetite completely gone.

Joyce reached for her coffee cup, her hands still trembling slightly. “We’ll find him,” she said, more to herself than anyone else. “We have to.”

Neither Joanna nor Jonathan responded. Instead, they exchanged a glance, a shared understanding passing between them. It was too early, and too raw, for hope or promises. The sharp, rapid knocks at the front door cut through the tension, freezing everyone in place. Joyce shot up from her seat, the legs of her chair scraping loudly against the floor, and rushed to the door. She swung it open to reveal Sheriff Hopper standing on the porch, his expression weary but resolute. Without waiting for an invitation, he stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Jonathan lingered in the doorway to the dining room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, while Joanna stayed seated at the table. Her eyes were fixed on the untouched plate in front of her, her fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the wood.

“We’ve been waiting for six hours,” Joyce snapped, her voice raw with frustration and exhaustion.

“I know,” Hopper replied evenly, his tone measured. “I came as soon as I could.”

“Six hours,” Joyce repeated, shaking her head, her disbelief bleeding into anger.

Hopper held up his hands in a gesture of calm. “Little bit of trust here, alright? We’ve been searching all night. Went all the way to Carterville.”

“And?” Joyce demanded, her arms crossed defensively as she braced herself for the answer.

Hopper exhaled heavily. “Nothing.”

The word hit like a punch to the gut. Joyce’s hands fell to her sides as she staggered slightly, her gaze darting around the room as if the walls were closing in. “God,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Flo says you got a phone call?” Hopper asked, shifting his weight as he removed his hat and held it at his side.

“Oh, yeah,” Joyce muttered, regaining her footing as she led Hopper into the dining room. Jonathan stepped aside to let them pass, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Hopper. Joanna remained silent, still staring at her plate, though her tapping fingers had stilled.

Hopper picked up the yellow landline phone from the table, turning it over in his hands. The inside of the receiver was scorched, black burn marks etched along the edges. He raised an eyebrow. “Storm barbecued this pretty good,” he observed dryly.

“The storm?” Joyce echoed, her brow furrowing as she stared at him.

Hopper’s face tightened in confusion. “What else?”

Joyce’s voice rose, trembling with urgency. “You’re saying that’s not weird?”

Hopper’s gaze flicked briefly to Joanna, perhaps expecting a sharp remark from her, but she remained uncharacteristically quiet, her posture stiff as she kept her head down. Surprised, he turned back to Joyce. “No, it’s weird,” he admitted cautiously.

“Can we trace the call? Contact the phone company or something?” Jonathan stammered, stepping forward as his hands fidgeted at his sides.

Hopper shook his head, his voice heavy with regret. “No, it doesn’t work like that.” He paused, looking Joyce directly in the eyes. “Now, you’re sure it was Will? Flo said you just heard breathing.”

“It was him,” Joyce said firmly, her voice trembling but certain. “It was Will. He was scared. And then something—”

“It was probably just a prank call,” Hopper interrupted, his tone steady but not unkind. “Somebody trying to scare you.”

“No, no,” Joyce protested, shaking her head.

“Who would do that?” Joanna’s voice cut through the tension, soft but earnest. She turned slightly in her chair, her gaze lifting to Hopper for the first time.

Hopper shrugged, his tone pragmatic. “This thing’s been on TV. It brings out all the crazies—false leads, prank calls—”

“No, Hopper, it was not a prank!” Joyce’s voice cracked as she leaned forward, her desperation spilling out. “It was him.”

“Joyce…” Hopper started, his voice low and placating.

“Come on! How about a little trust here?” she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. “What—you think I’m making this up?”

“I’m not saying you’re making it up,” Hopper replied carefully, his tone steady. “All I’m saying is, it’s an emotional time for you.”

Joyce’s voice broke as she glared at him. “And you think I don’t know my own son’s breathing? Wouldn’t you know your own daughter?”

At this, Hopper froze. His face hardened, his jaw tightening as he looked away, visibly uncomfortable. The words hung in the air, cutting deeper than she realized.

Finally, he cleared his throat and shifted his focus. “You, uh, hear from Lonnie yet?”

“No,” Joyce admitted, her voice quieter now but still trembling.

“It’s been long enough. I’m having him checked out,” Hopper declared, his tone brisk as he placed his hat back on his head. Without waiting for a response, he turned sharply and headed for the door.

“Oh, come on!” Joyce called after him, but the door slammed shut before she could say more. She stood there for a moment, her arms slack at her sides, before sinking back into her chair.

“You’re wasting your time!” she yelled at the closed door, her voice breaking.

“I didn’t know he had a daughter,” Joanna said softly, her voice tinged with curiosity as she looked up from her plate.

“That’s because she’s dead,” Joyce snapped, her tone bitter as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it with trembling hands. The smoke curled around her as she exhaled shakily, her eyes staring blankly ahead. The silence that followed was thick, pressing down like a weight Joanna couldn’t shake. Her chair scraped against the floor as she stood abruptly, the sound cutting through the tension in the room. Jonathan’s voice followed her as she moved, but she didn’t stop, her thoughts a chaotic storm she couldn’t calm.

Her feet carried her out the door into the blinding sunlight, a jarring contrast to the heavy shadows inside. The warm rays did nothing to ease the chill in her chest.

“Hey! Hopper!” Joanna called, her voice sharp and urgent as she strode toward him.

Hopper was standing by his truck, one hand braced on the door while the other reached for his chew. He turned at the sound of her voice, his face a mix of surprise and exasperation.

“What’s this about now?” he asked, his gruff tone softened only slightly by her obvious distress.

“Take me with you,” Joanna said, her words tumbling out in a rush. She stopped a few steps away, her gaze locked on his.

Hopper raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. “I’m sorry, what?”

“To my dad’s. To Lonnie,” she clarified, her voice steadier now, though her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. “If Will’s there, it means he ran away. And if he sees cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. He’ll… he’ll hide. He’s good at hiding.”

Hopper sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging as he regarded her. “Yeah,” he said after a moment, his tone measured. He stepped closer, resting his large hands on her shoulders, his grip firm but not unkind. “And cops are good at finding. That’s what we do. You?” He gave her a pointed look. “You need to stay here. Go to school. Keep an eye on your mom. She needs you right now.”

Joanna’s jaw tightened, her eyes burning with frustration. “Hopper—”

“No,” he interrupted gently but firmly, releasing her shoulders and stepping back toward his truck. “Stay put. That’s an order.”

She stood frozen, watching as he climbed into his truck. The engine growled to life, and without another glance, he pulled away, the tires kicking up a small cloud of dust from the dry, cracked earth of their driveway.

Joanna’s gaze hardened, her hands still clenched at her sides. The weight of his words settled heavily in her chest, but the sight of his truck disappearing down the road only fueled the storm inside her. She turned back toward the house, the bright sunshine now feeling unbearably oppressive. The stillness of the scene lingered for a moment—a quiet snapshot of unease in the rising dawn.

But a few miles away, in the Wheeler household, the morning was anything but still.

The smell of freshly toasted waffles filled the kitchen as Karen Wheeler hummed to herself, flipping through a newspaper. Ted sat at the head of the table, already halfway through his coffee, while Nancy hurriedly smeared butter onto her waffle, her schoolbooks stacked haphazardly beside her plate. 

The faint sound of the morning news buzzed from the living room, narrating updates on the search for Will Byers.

Mike, meanwhile, was hunched over his bowl of cereal, shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth as if every second counted. His eyes darted to the clock on the wall, then to the plate of leftover Eggos cooling on the counter. He pushed his chair back slightly, trying not to draw attention to himself as he calculated how quickly he could grab them and sneak downstairs without arousing suspicion.

Nancy’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Slow down, Mike. That’s disgusting,” she said, casting him a withering side-eye as she delicately cut into her own waffle.

Mike didn’t look up, chewing quickly as he mumbled through a full mouth, “Do a lot of studying last night?”

Karen glanced up from her newspaper, her brow furrowing at her son’s frenzied eating. “Michael, slow down. You’re going to choke.”

“I’m fine!” Mike shot back, his voice muffled by cereal, though he barely spared his mother a glance. His foot tapped an anxious rhythm against the linoleum floor, and his gaze flickered briefly toward the basement door. He just needed a window of opportunity.

Nancy leaned back in her chair, her tone sharp with suspicion. “What’s with you? You’re acting weird.”

Mike swallowed hard, glaring at her. “What was your test on again? Human anatomy?” His words were laced with mockery.

Nancy’s eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She retaliated with a swift kick under the table. “Ow!” Mike yelped, kicking her back just as hard.

The scuffle escalated quickly, Nancy retaliating again with a sharp jab of her foot. Karen’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife. “Hey! What’s going on?” Her stern tone froze both siblings mid-kick.

“Nothing,” they said in unison, their words clipped and defensive.

Karen’s gaze lingered on Mike, her suspicion deepening. “Michael,” she pressed, “what is going on with you?”

Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to avoid her probing eyes. “I just… I don’t want to be late,” he said quickly, his voice high-pitched and too defensive.

Ted, sitting at the head of the table with his usual detached presence, grunted in approval. “For once.”

Karen tilted her head, unconvinced, but before she could press further, Mike stood up, scooped the Eggos off the plate, and muttered, “Gotta go.” He grabbed his backpack, the waffles hastily wrapped in a napkin, and started edging toward the basement door.

Karen narrowed her eyes. “Michael, you don’t have to leave for another twenty minutes.”

Mike froze mid-step, the napkin-wrapped waffles clutched tightly in his hand. “Uh… yeah, but… I wanted to… um… finish my homework before class.”

Nancy smirked over her coffee cup. “Sure you did.”

Mike shot her a glare before quickly disappearing down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. The second he reached the basement stairs, he slowed his steps, careful not to make a sound. As Mike descended into the dimly lit basement, the wooden stairs creaked beneath his feet. His grip on the paper towel-wrapped Eggos tightened, his heart pounding slightly as he approached the makeshift fort.

“Eleven?” he called softly into the shadows. “I brought you breakfast.”

The faint hum of his walkie-talkie crackled to life, the static breaking the silence. Mike pushed aside the blanket draped over the entrance to the fort. Inside, Eleven sat exactly where he had left her the night before—cross-legged on the floor, wide awake, her big brown eyes watching him as he entered.

“Hey,” Mike said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He crouched down, his knees creaking against the old floorboards. “You found my supercomm. Pretty cool, huh?” He gestured toward the walkie-talkie resting beside her. “I talk to my friends with it. Mostly Lucas—he lives closest, so the signal’s not as bad.”

Eleven didn’t reply, but her gaze stayed fixed on him. It wasn’t the vacant kind of silence—it was intent, like she was cataloging every word. Mike felt oddly self-conscious under her stare but pressed on, pulling the Eggos out from the folds of the paper towel.

“I got you breakfast,” he said, holding the two waffles out to her like an offering.

She took them without hesitation, biting into the first one. The crunch rang out in the stillness of the basement, the sound sharp and oddly satisfying.

Mike watched her for a moment, chewing quietly, then cleared his throat. “So… look. This is gonna sound a little weird, but I need your help.” He shifted his weight, fumbling over his words. “You need to go upstairs, out the front door, and then come back and ring the doorbell. My mom’ll answer, and you’ll tell her that you’re lost and need help. But—” his voice dropped slightly, growing more serious, “whatever you do, you can’t tell her about last night or that you know me. Got it?”

El stared at him blankly, still chewing, her expression unreadable.

“It’s no big deal,” Mike added quickly, sensing her hesitation. “We’ll just pretend to meet for the first time. My mom’s really good at this kind of stuff. She’ll know what to do.”

Finally, Eleven swallowed her bite and opened her mouth. “No.”

Mike blinked. “No?”

“No,” she repeated simply, biting into the second waffle with the same deliberate confidence.

He stared at her, utterly baffled. “No? You don’t want my mom to help?”

El shook her head firmly, her gaze dropping to the half-eaten waffle in her hand.

“Why not?” he asked, his frustration starting to edge into his voice.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she took another deliberate bite, her calm demeanor completely unshaken. Mike ran a hand through his hair, glancing toward the stairs as if they might provide some kind of clarity. For a moment, he simply sat there, trying to figure out how to negotiate with someone who didn’t seem open to negotiation.

“You’re in trouble, aren’t you?” he asked hesitantly, lowering his voice. “Who… who are you in trouble with?”

El’s chewing slowed. She glanced away, her shoulders tightening. Finally, she whispered, “Bad.”

Mike leaned in closer, his brow furrowed. “Bad?” he repeated. “Bad people?”

She nodded, her expression darkening.

“They… they want to hurt you?” Mike pressed, his voice soft, almost afraid of the answer.

El didn’t speak this time. Instead, she raised her hand, forming her fingers into the shape of a gun. She pointed it to her temple, then moved her hand to press gently against Mike’s chest.

His breath hitched at the motion, and her eyes locked onto his, full of an intensity that sent a chill down his spine. “Understand?” she asked softly, her voice quiet but resolute.

Mike nodded slowly, his mind racing. Before he could respond, his mom’s voice called down the stairs, jolting him out of the moment.

“Michael! Where are you? We’re going to be late!” Karen’s voice was firm, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s go!”

Mike shot to his feet, startled. “Alright! I’m coming!” he yelled back before turning back to Eleven.

“I’ll be back, okay? I have to go to school, but you have to stay here. Do you hear me? Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” He spoke quickly, his words almost tripping over each other in his rush.

El didn’t respond, but the way she watched him gave him the sense that she understood, even if she didn’t agree.

Mike dropped the blanket back over the fort entrance, sealing her away. As he trudged up the stairs, each step felt heavier than the last. His mom’s voice called again, but it barely registered as his mind raced with what he had just learned. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into—and more importantly, what kind of trouble had she brought with her?

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Fairy P1

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple None

Rating Cute

I leant against the headboard, my book in hand bathed in the gentle glow from the lamp beside my bed. My body tucked up close to the covers to prevent the late autumn chill from freezing my toes. I should really get some sleep as I'm still not used to this goddamn 5:30 alarm. I looked away from my book for a moment as I heard some clattering from the room down the hall. Immediately I became suspicious until I heard fast feet running down the hall and soon enough my bedroom door opened to utter chaos. 

"I did it, daddy! I did it!" She yelled as she ran inside and jumped up onto my bed, little Lilly in her little rainbow PJs with one of her little doll houses in hand 

"Whoa whoa whoa," I told her getting her to settle down "Now, what's all this about?"

"I did it Daddy I did it!" She yelled

"Okay, first things first. You should be in bed. You have school tomorrow and you going to your mum's this weekend" I reminded her and she nodded a little sheepish "What are you still doing up?"

"Catching fairies!" She smiled 

"Lilly darling what have I told you, the fairies are very busy with all their work you shouldn't be bothering them trying to catch them. They do all their work so late so they don't get bothered." I explained pulling her onto my lap and giving her little blonde hair some kisses "Hey, they do all their work at night while all the little boys and girls are sleeping so they can get all their work done without getting disturbed" I explained "how you like it you were at school doing your work and a giant came along and tried to catch up and shove you in a jar" she giggled"you wouldn't like that would you?"

"No"

"That wouldn't be very nice would it?"

"No"

"Good girl, no more trying to catch the fairies there too busy. Now you need to get your glittery little bum to bed or you won't be ready for school tomorrow"

"But daddy I did catch a fairy! I did I did!"

"Did you know?"

"I did! She came in through my window and went to use the little fairy door under my bed but I caught her. I caught her in my little house. Now I'm gonna keep her forever!" 

"Forever? That's not very nice Lilly. How would you feel if someone shoved you in a little doll house and took you away forever"

"A big dolly house?"

"That's all you care about? All you worried how big the house is? Wouldn't you miss me? Wouldn't you miss Daddy? If someone took you away forever?"

"I would" She nods cuddling closer

"See you wouldn't like someone to take you away forever you'd miss your family, all your friends at school, all your teddies."

"But I want little pet fairy" 

"I know you do, you can keep her for tonight and tomorrow night you let this little fairy go okay? So she can go home to her family? And maybe if you’re very nice to her she might bring some friends who might want to stay with you"

"Okay daddy" she nods

"Good girl, come on then" I smiled lifting her up with me and taking her little doll house as went back to her little bedroom she climbed the ladder of her loft bed laying on her pillow under a sweet pink canopy that made the whole bed look like a princess castle, her room littered with her toys and teddies and her various fairy items including the little fairy door under her bed. I set the doll house on the side where she could see it from her bed. "Right, now you get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning," I told her tucking her in and giving her head a little kiss 

"Goodnight Daddy"

"Goodnight Lilly" I smiled 

"Will you say goodnight to my fairy too?"

"Of course" I chuckled going to the little house "Goodnight little fairy"

"Goodnight little fairy" she smiled

"Now little girl or little fairy it's bedtime so get some sleep" I told her closing her bedroom door and heading back to bed myself shutting the light off and trying to get some sleep.

I heard the alarm going off and I despaired utterly I felt like I'd been asleep for four minutes, I forced myself out of bed and did my usual morning business, a hot shower, got dressed got started on a quick breakfast and went up to Lilly’s room seeing her sleeping so soundly with her teddy. “Lilly, wakey, wakey sweetheart” I smiled giving her a gentle tickle 

“Ahhh noo tickle! No tickle!” She complained 

“Come on little lady, breakfast and then it’s time for school,” I told her helping her out of bed, and helping her brush her teeth and get dressed into her school uniform for school, and we headed down and had our breakfast “Remember we need to be home quick so we can pack your bag for your mums tomorrow,” I told her

“I know” she smiled “Will you look after my little fairy while I’m at school?” she asked getting her bag

“I will I promise” 

“Thank you,”

“Come on Lilly” I smiled taking her out just as the bus came around the corner “You be a good girl Lilly, I’ll pick you up later okay”

“I will, Look after my fairy daddy!”

“I will do darling go on now or you’ll be late” I told her helping her onto the bus and giving her a wave as the bus headed off to collect the next child. 

I went back into the house and cleaned up from breakfast, started on some little chores around the house, I needed to put a load of laundry on so I headed up and gathered some straggler clothes I had littered around my room, the bathroom and I headed into Lilly's room finding a few stray socks and such to make the load up. As I did I caught my eyes on the little doll house on her table, “Fairies” I chuckled to myself she has a thing about fairies, not sure why but I suppose every child is… weird. This is just her weird fascination. I’m sure one day she’ll learn the truth when she is a little older. But I stopped for a moment as a thought came through my mind she says she caught a fairy? I know it’s mostly just her imagination but… part of me was a little worried. I should have checked last night but I was just too tired. I should really check she hasn’t caught anything. Of course, she hadn’t caught a fairy but it could have been a spider, lighting bug, butterfly, something actually alive. So I should probably just check it’s not like… a mouse or anything. So I set the laundry down and peaked inside the small plastic window expecting to see nothing at all and at worst a butterfly or something but I stopped short utterly frozen by what I saw. Inside the little doll house stood a figure no taller than a doll for a moment I thought it was a doll but the movement corrected that in my mind.

She was small perfectly sized for the house, barefoot, in a small dress made of an orange and gold autumnal leaf leaving… little of her to the imagination her hair up in a bun with a small leaf tie, looking at herself in the reflective sticker on the wall meant to be a play mirror.

She looked… beautiful! And that body… holy fuck. Then again that may just be that I’ve been alone a while. 

But I couldn’t even explain it! It can’t be possible! Fairies can’t be real! 

[rebelspykatie]

Without You

@steddie-week Day Five - Established Relationship 

Link to AO3 | 6.2k | Rated T

He’s on the other side of the house when the phone rings. Hurrying to catch it before it stops, he sprints from the bedroom to the kitchen, grabbing it at the last second.

“Hello, Munson residence,” Steve answers.

“Hi sweetheart,” Eddie says down the line. Just hearing his voice settles something in Steve’s chest, soothing him from afar.

“Eddie!” Steve exclaims. He pauses when he glances at the clock and notices the time. “Why are you calling? I thought you were supposed to be on a plane by now?”

He can’t help the worry that creeps up. Eddie’s been on tour for two months, jet setting across the country to play at little local venues. His record label set something up to get Corroded Coffin’s name on the map after their first album gained some traction.

It’s been difficult being away from each other for this long. Before the tour, they hadn’t been apart for more than a few days at a time. Now, they’re lucky to get a phone call in before approaching bedtimes in different time zones.

And while it’s been challenging, Steve knows that Eddie is happier than ever. He can hear it in his voice every time they’ve talked on the phone. Excitement pours out of him as he details their shows and how they’re meeting real fans that have actually heard their music. Steve doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s beaming on the other end.

Robin is constantly making fun of the way Steve waits by the phone, anticipating Eddie’s calls, when he knows Corroded Coffin has a night off and Eddie can phone him from the privacy of his hotel room. Their house just feels so empty without him there. Steve wanders around in Eddie’s favorite black hoodie, keeping his scent close and finding what comfort he can while Eddie is thousands of miles away.

“So bad news, our flight got delayed,” Eddie pauses for a moment to let that sink in. “Good news is that we should still be home by tomorrow, so we won’t miss the Christmas Eve Extravaganza. We’ll have to meet you there, but we’ll definitely be there.”

“I’m so sorry, love. I know you’re excited about getting home,” Steve twirls the phone cord around his finger. “I’m excited, too. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, baby,” Eddie sounds so soft when he says it back. The warm feeling settles in Steve’s chest again, the one that’s always there around Eddie.

“I promise I’m coming home to you soon. It’s just this damn weather that won’t cooperate,” he sighs, and Steve can almost picture him. Phone cradled against his ear, running a frustrated hand through his unruly curls, slumping down against the wall beside the payphones.

“It’s okay. A few more hours won’t kill us,” he sighs dramatically, even though Eddie is typically the drama queen in their relationship.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you. Have a safe flight and I’ll see you at the party, okay?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Love you, too.” And with that the line goes dead.

He can’t help the disappointment that washes over him after receiving that news. He was hoping to have a night alone with Eddie before the chaos of the next few days. They have a packed schedule, from the Christmas Eve Extravaganza at the Byers-Hopper residence, to the sleepover with Robin and Nancy that has become their Christmas Eve tradition, to Christmas morning with Wayne the following day. It’s likely they won’t get any time to themselves until two days from now.

But he’s not going to let that get him down, he’s about to see Eddie again for the first time in two months. It doesn’t matter who’s there or watching, he’s going to tackle Eddie in the biggest hug he’s ever received and kiss the everloving daylights out of him. The kids and Robin can give him shit about it for the rest of eternity for all he cares, he’s missed Eddie with a ferocity he didn’t know existed.

Putting the change in plans out of his mind, he makes his way back to their home gym to finish his workout. He’ll just distract himself until tomorrow and it’ll be here before he knows it.

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[kiankiwi]

The Walgreens Meltdown. - An Our Quiet World fanfic!!! PART 2 of 2

AN: Emetephobia is mentioned! Emetephobia, something that Aus and Ollie deal with in this AU is the fear of vomit. It is debilitating and all consuming when coupled with anxiety

Summary: A Continuation of the Walgreens Meltdown Fic where Ollie is sick and has a meltdown outside of a walgreens because he can't get his medicine and he's overstimulated as well. Chaos ensuses and mama has to come and face the day

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"Is he awake?" You gestured to Ollie who hadn't stirred since you walked in brandishing the bottle of purple medicine that your son so badly needed. Finn shrugged and didn't dare move since Ollie was so comfortable. You tiptoed forward and patted Ollie gently. "Ollie, hey, hey babe look what I got." It took a minute for Ollie to understand what he was seeing as he was still quite sleepy and his eyes were still glossy from sickness. "You got it?" Ollie asked hoarsely. "Mhm, I found it. Here, you stay with Finny and I'll get you some okay? Finn, do you want anything while I'm up?"

"You don't need to do that, YN, I got it." But as Finn attempted to escape from his husband's clutches, Ollie just whined so Finn gave up, not wanting to disturb him. "No, no, you're nap trapped, I got it." Finn nods and mouths 'thank you' as you look through drawers.

"Here baby, I know it tastes like shit but it'll make you sleep okay?" You said, holding out the spoon as Ollie shifted to sit up. "I don't wanna throw up again..." Ollie whined. "I know baby, but you're safe I promise. And you'll feel so much better in the morning okay?" Finn nodded along with what you were saying, as he rubbed Ollie's back. Ollie grit his teeth and took the medication.

You held your hand out for Ollie. "Here bud, you're gonna knock out and I bet you'll feel comfier in bed than on the couch." Ollie nodded as you helped him up. He swayed on his feet a little but you kept him up. "Coming?" Ollie asked, turning to Finn. "I'm not tired yet, bub but I'll be there soon okay?" You smiled and gave Ollie a loose hug. "Take advantage of that big empty bed okay?"

"Um... mom, can you... stay?" Ollie whispered in your ear. You eyed Finn, silently asking for permission. Finn shrugged and nodded. "'Course babe, go to bed okay? You'll be alright." Ollie went to grab his puke bucket and you almost chuckled as you watched him amble off to the bedroom, memories flooding your mind of when your oldest was a toddler during bedtime.

You made up the couch to be your bed for the night while Finn cleaned up the kitchen. "That was scary, how.. how did you deal with his meltdowns growing up?" You shrugged, coming to sit with him at the table. "Finding the trigger was the hardest part but then we'd just cycle through all of his possible coping skills once we found the trigger and usually one of them would calm him down and then he'd need cuddles and a nap because he was drained. It was scary but after a while, you get used to it." Finn nodded, playing with his wedding ring. "What happened tonight?" You asked. "It was just a shitshow," Finn said. "I think him not feeling good on top of the overstimulation made a tornado of a meltdown." You nodded. "Sometimes there's more than one, making for a bigger shit storm." Finn nodded, "I'm just glad he's resting now."

You sat for a minute in silence until you heard a familiar noise. You froze and waited if you would hear it again. You for sure heard a gag that time. "Ollie!" You ran for the bedroom with Finn behind you.

You found your son sitting up in bed and vomiting into his lap. As he finished, he coughed and burst into tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't-- I couldn't--"

"That's alright baby, you're alright, here, are you done?" Ollie nodded, still crying. "You're just fine bubba. Let's go to the living room while Finn cleans this up okay. No one's mad."

You brought Ollie to the couch and wrapped him up in a blanket as he continued to pitifully sob. "Oh baby, I promise you're okay. It's all over." The emetephobic man's whole body was probably buzzing with panic and anxiety and he was probably freaking out. You caressed your sons face and shushed him as he laid down on the couch, his head in your lap. He reached out and held your hand as you placed your other hand in his hair. "I-I feel so stupid!" Ollie cried, angry now. You sighed. "You're not baby, you're not." "I-I'm 26 years old! I should be able to throw up without having my mommy come over to hold my FUCKING HAND." Ollie dropped your hand and punched the couch cushion he was laying on.

"Hey hey, Oliver, I'm your mama. My job is to take care of you. You're always gonna be my baby no matter how how old you get okay? I don't mind at all coming over and helping take care of you when you need it. And I know Finn doesn't mind either, he just wants to help you get better. You can't control when you get sick baby, everybody gets sick. You're not a burden just because you want your momma or your husband. And the bed was an accident okay? And it's being fixed right now. It's all okay baby, I just want you to try and get some sleep okay? Just rest baby." You leaned down and pecked your sons temple.

He attempted to rest for a few minutes and it wasn't long before the poor guy was snoring again. Carrying the soiled bedspread and sheets out of the bedroom, Finn checked on you and nodded toward his boy, "He asleep?" You nodded and whispered, "Can you bring me his bucket, just in case?" Finn nodded as he went into the laundry room and put the bedding straight into the washer.

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THE MELTDOWN FIC IS COMPLETE!!!

I really hope you liked it! I love love love Ollie so much!! If you have any more Our Quiet World fic ideas or concepts, PLEASE let me know, I LOVE this au!!! <3

See you soon - Kiwi

@elvisthesillygoose @bellanotchewrites @mooodyblue

[barbiewritesstuff]

Bed time story

-- I saw the scene in Bad Times at The El Royale and thought it was just so freaking sweet so it inspired me to write but then I just kept going and going so this is a little longer than usual, sorry

Tw. Parental illness, grandparental (?) illness, brief mention of a shitty sister, alcoholism and stuff

Taglist: @mavswife , @unsurebuttrying, @dempy , @peaches-1999 --

 

 

The carrier had stopped for the night.  

One of the higher ups had been feeling bad all day, apparently, and it had gotten bad enough that they had stopped the carrier in some port in Budapest. It was a pain, as it would delay their arrival and hopping on a flight back home was both forbidden, and a waste of money. Besides, chances were that the man was fine and they would be on their way home by morning anyway.  

But being stopped in Budapest did have an advantage. Reception. His phone had miraculously picked up two to three bars of service on the ship. He wasn’t the only one thrilled with this discovery, as the entire ship had pretty much spent the day calling loved ones.  

It was 4.45 am in the port and while the sailors were going down to breakfast, in San Diego a little boy was almost ready for bed. His mother had dimmed the lights, closed the curtains and given him a hot chocolate. Her phone lay next to him, so he could hear Daddy loud and clear when he would call. It was almost time. 

He would have looked just like Jake if he hadn’t inherited your curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, but he certainly behaved nothing like him. Jake had been a terror as a boy, and George certainly hadn’t been an easy baby. Although that probably had more to do with him being a sickly child, in and out of hospital for most of his infancy, than any real wish to cause chaos. He had mellowed out into a well-behaved, gentle little boy who liked reading and would sometimes indulge his Daddy’s wish to play baseball.  

The phone rang.  

 

« Hey baby, how are you ? » Jake asked. He tried to keep his voice down, in order not to disturb any of the sailors he was having breakfast with.  

« What did you do today ? » He asked, waving at Rooster and the team on the other end of the cantina. He made his way towards them while his son explained that afternoon’s activities. Jake had already called that day but it had only been lunch and clearly George had been up to more adventures since his last phone call. He sat down next to Maverick and the urge to lower his voice some more arose in him.  

Jake was a deeply private person. Work and home life were to be separated at all times. He didn’t want the stress of work (and sometimes grief) to pollute the bubble of happiness he had at home. He might introduce the team to you and George at some point, but they weren’t friendly enough yet. Still, he had promised George a bedtime call, and he was going to give his boy a bedtime call, even if it had to be done during breakfast. 

« You’ll have to show me that picture you drew when I get home, yeah ? » He heard his son yawn. 

« Are you kneeling ? » He heard his son shuffle « Okay, ready ? Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; Angels watch me through the night, And wake me with the morning light. Amen. » He said with a gentle voice, barely above a whisper  

« Okay sweetheart, Daddy’s going to let you sleep now. I love you buddy, see you when I get back »  

George bid him goodnight and passed the phone back to you. He heard you kiss your son’s forehead and then the bedroom door close with a ‘tick’.  

« Hey baby » You said, you sounded tired. Jake felt a pang of guilt in his chest.  

« Long day ? » 

« Yeah, work was hard. The phones went out and I spent an hour on the line with tech support. Then the computer wouldn’t start, so that was another hour on the line. And then, y’know… »  

He knew. Your grandmother hadn’t been doing so well recently and you had gone to visit almost daily. That alone was bad enough, but your sister had been calling twice daily to rage about how you weren’t doing enough for the family since grandma had been brought to the hospital. It was weighing heavy on your heart and Jake hated that he wasn’t there to help, or even just to hold you.  

« I should be back by –«  Jake tried to find his phone, only to realise he was holding it. Bob helpfully mouthed ‘Tuesday’ at him 

« Round Tuesday. I should be able to pick Georgie up from school, if you want me to. I could take you both out for dinner ? »  

« I would love that. Honestly, I think I’ve completely run out of meal ideas, we have even started eating box mac and cheese »  

« Goodness gracious ! » He said in mock outrage, then softened his voice again « How about I cook next week, then ? » 

            « Sound good » 

            « How about you go to bed, baby. I’ll be home soon, I’ll call in the morning if I can. I love you and Georgie » 

            « See you soon » 

            Your end hung up first. Jake was grateful for it, he could have listened to you sleep if it meant it would alleviate the pain of missing home.  

             

 

Breakfast was abysmal. Two sausages and an omelet that barely filled half his plate served with a coffee so strong and bitter that only Hangman could drink it. It left everyone hungry and counting down the hours till lunch, where they would no doubt be disappointed all over again. 

Bob sighed. He’d never been a morning person. The navy had been hard to adjust to but waking up on a carrier was making everything so much worse, because now he had to fight the wave of nausea that came with the less than stellar sea legs the Good Lord had seen fit to give him.  

He struggled through the sausages, and like every morning, attempted a sip of the vile beverage before giving up and waiting for Hangman to take pity on him and offer to drink it instead. When Hangman did arrive, he was on the phone.  

Ah yes, the miracle of a couple bars of service had happened at around 3am and everyone had been on their phones constantly since. Bob figured he probably would be too if he had anyone to call. Hangman sat in his usual seat right in front of him but seemed very preoccupied with whomever he was talking to. 

« You’ll have to show me that picture you drew when I get home, yeah ? »  

A kid. Cute, he never would have thought Hangman to be the kind of guy to like kids, much less the kind of guy to ask said kid to show them what they drew.  

« Are you kneeling ? Okay, ready ? Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; Angels watch me through the night, And wake me with the morning light. Amen. Okay sweetheart, Daddy’s going to let you sleep now. I love you buddy, see you when I get back » 

Daddy ? 

Hangman had said it in such a sweet voice too, it almost reminded Bob of his own dad. He had lost his father when he was five to a heart attack and he’d never quite gotten over it. Nobody had, actually. After Dad passed, Mom’s health deteriorated and Mike, his brother, lost himself to alcoholism and within the next twelve years he had lost every other family member. All alone like that, the navy had seemed like the perfect place to start his adult life. He didn’t regret it, but he would have liked to take over his father’s bakery, that had been his dream as a kid.  

« I should be back by –«  Hangman hesitated, patting down his pockets in search of something. He mouthed the end of Jake’s sentence to him and the other man gave him a grateful nod.  

« Must be hard leaving them all the time » Bob hadn’t meant it as a reproach, but his voice had come out a little stronger than he had meant. He had never seen Jake so hurt before. Usually it was only a flash in his eyes but Hangman’s face had fallen and his mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but shock wouldn’t let him. Bob had never seen anyone look more like a kicked puppy in his life.  

« Man, I’m sorry, that’s not how I wanted that to come out. I just meant it as a statement, not a reproach… I just wanted conversation, I’m sorry » He tried to explain, Hangman stayed silent. The only indication that Bob could be forgiven being that Jake took his coffee and downed it.  

« I asked to be reserve. » Hangman whispered guiltily. It had been directed at his sausages, but Bob knew it was meant for him  

« Okay » was all he could think to answer 

« I’m not a coward » Jake tried to justify « I just – I can’t die and leave them alone, you know ? » 

« I know you’re not a coward » 

« Leaving is the hardest thing I have ever done, and I hate that I picked a career where I have to do that every morning. » 

There was a silence. Bob was happy everyone else was too busy talking to other people to listen in on what they said, he doubted Jake would even entertain the conversation if it wasn’t just the two of them. 

« Is it a boy or a girl ? » 

« He’s a boy, his name is George. He’s named after my father » 

« That’s nice » Bob said, the man in front of him seemed to hesitate for a second.  

« Do you – You don’t have to but – err -- do you want to see a picture ? » Jake asked and Bob cracked a smile. Hangman took out his phone to show him the picture of an adorable baby boy, about three years old, with curly blonde hair and a toothy grin. He was nestled comfortably in the arms of a woman with her own curly head of hair and blue eyes, but the resemblance stopped there. They looked happy. Bob wondered how many pictures like that he had at home. Not many, he guessed, they probably stopped taking pictures when Mum got ill.  

« Is that your wife ? » 

« Yeah » Jake smiled. It was a genuine smile, the first one Bob had ever seen him to « We got married a while ago, we met playing bowling. She’s terrible. She launched her ball two lanes down, which was my lane obviously. Although, she did actually score me a strike, so I guess she’s not that bad… » 

Bob chuckled. Jake was growing on him by the second. 

After their conversation, which ended rather abruptly when the intercom announced that Vice Admiral Jones was in stable condition and they would be able to leave port the next afternoon, Hangman had stuck close to Bob. The grating Hangman persona had been shed and Bob had been granted a look inside the real Jake. The real Jake was warm, aggressively nice and very proud of his wife and son. The more they talked, the more it felt like they could actually be friends, and Jake certainly felt keen. 

 

« You know, Y/n’s been keen to meet some of the team… You could come for dinner on Monday – if you want to, obviously, I don’t want to force you » 

Jake had asked when they got off the carrier. Bob wanted to say yes even before the image of what his Monday evening would look like popped into his head. When he was alone, the days tended to bleed together a little. 

« I would like that » 

And so, he arrived at Jake’s home, a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and rang the doorbell with his hand in his throat. Hangman opened the door.  

Family man Hangman looked physically different. He had lost the tense posture and perfect appearance. Jake welcomed him in dressed sharply, with a white shirt and black trousers, but it felt less like he was trying to impress and more like he genuinely enjoyed dressing like that.  

He led Bob down the hallway to the living room where the dining table was dressed for four, and then through to the kitchen where you were busy getting something out of the oven. 

« I did tell her I would cook, but she likes to host » Jake told him, you looked at them both and shot your husband an eyeroll. You removed the oven gloves and put them neatly on the counter before making your way to Bob.   

« Bob, nice to meet you. I’m Y/n »   

Bob was a hugger and you were too, which was lucky because he was leaning in when he realised that might not have been appropriate. Then, the pitter patter of feet to his left pulled him out of the hug.  

George was clearly a shy child, he stood there with his hand held out for Bob to shake, trembling like a leaf and Bob couldn’t help but smile. 

« You must be George » 

 

Dinner was a success.  

Jake had mentioned briefly that you were a great cook but Bob questioned how on earth Jake managed to stay in shape if that’s how you cooked on the daily. He had never eaten so well in his life.  

You had made a roast chicken with potatoes, vegetables and homemade gravy. And for dessert, an absolute monster of a chocolate cake. By the end of it Bob wasn’t sure he would ever be able to move again, but when George, who had taken quite the liking to him, asked him to play he had accepted.  

« I like him » You said, watching Bob zoom a model airplane across the living room, much to the delight of your son 

« Yeah, he’s nice » Jake replied 

« You should stay friends » You looked at your husband. You had been married for a few years and yet, every time you looked at him, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He looked back at you and smiled. 

« You know, I was thinking… You know your friend Jenna » 

« Jake, I can’t set him up, I have just met him ! » 

« Fine » He smiled « How about babysitting then ? You did say you wanted a second kid »  

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + VARIOUS || daydreaming!reader turning into a toddler

request: Okay you know the turn into toddler on but with bimbo reader, she'd be so cute ❤️❤️as a toddler and they have an excuse to use the leash because children are fast

note: this was originally going to be an ask, but then I decided to write headcanons for our daydreaming!reader - so this was born lmaoooo. i hope you enjoy cx you can find all the original prompts for this under the hashtag daydreaming!reader on my profile!

also - yuta is going to be in this because let’s be honest - stressed yuta is lowkey really cute lol

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

let me say this - when she was first turned into a child, it was absolute chaos

the worse part was it happened mid battle - one moment she was charging to the curse with her katana in hand, next thing the rest of them knew she had shrunk and she was freefalling from the jump she launched herself into

yuji, who was the closest to her, widen his eyes before he ran towards his senior and caught her before she landed on the ground, holding her against his chest as he stares down at the girl with wide eyes; who blinked up at him as well

“Y-Y/N-senpai?” yuji mutters in shock as he stares down at the young girl in his arms, who just smiles back before she reaches up to cup her tiny hands on his sweaty cheeks. 

“doggy.” 

after the curse was exorcise, the rest of the first years gathered around yuji, since they were supposed to accompany their senior out to exorcise a curse in a nearby hospital

how are they going to go back to school carrying a child with them? 

they did - and the first person they ran into was gojo, who waited by the door to greet his students; only to freeze when he saw the child staring back at him in yuji’s arms

“wait a minute,” gojo mutters as he pulls his blindfold down as he narrowed his sapphire eyes at the young girl, who just blinks and smiles up at him in delight. “holy shit - it really is her.”

the first stop they visited was ieiri, who held the giggling child in her arms after running a few tests. “it’s not permanent - it’s a cursed technique. I can’t reverse it since it’s not an actual wound, so the best remedy is waiting.” she stated as she bounced the young girl in her arms, who was busy playing with her hair in her tiny hands. “my guess is that it’ll last no more than 24 hours.”

24 hours wouldn’t be that hard, right? i mean, they already take care of her on the daily - what’s another 24 hours?

well - the fact that she runs on pure energy. fushiguro looked down as he pulled out a tissue from the packet he was holding in his hands for one second, and when he looked up again, she was missing 

it took the three first years and their tall teacher a solid 10 minutes before they found her

she was curled up in inumaki’s arms, the cursed speech user just cuddling her without a care in the world while maki looked mortified that her already handful classmate was now a child

and she hates children with a burning passion

 after getting the brief rundown by their teacher, they just watch how the little girl, who was now set down on her feet, ran about their legs as she giggles to herself; as if she was trying to traverse an endless maze. “what an idiot.” 

the next person who saw her was yuta, who returned from a meeting with the higher ups

he had entered the campus, just in time to see gojo running past with a child on his shoulders, giggling to her heart’s content

that sight alone was confusing to yuta, but when gojo noticed him and came over with a grin, yuta got a good look at the child resting on his tall teacher’s shoulders

and then almost past out from the shock of seeing his fellow classmate blinking down at him, her small hands gripping onto gojo’s hair as she smiles down at him

after a cup of tea and a lengthy explanation, yuta watches the young girl play with the strap of his weapon’s bag that resting on the ground, making a noise 

“at least now we have a reason to use the child leash.”

“..now that you’ve mention it - we should break it out.” maki stated simply before she got up and left, leaving yuta to explain to the confused group of people how him and maki had purchased a children’s leash to use on her whenever they go out to tokyo so they never loose her

they never really had a chance to use it; but since she is the way she is now, it was probably the better option then running around chasing her

so now there was maki, with one end of the leash wrapped around her hand whilst the other was wrapped around the young girl’s wrist as she ran about 

feeding her was an absolute pain - it took a solid 30 minutes to get her eat half of the food since she kept getting side tracked and forget to chew her food. so it just sat in her cheeks as she played with yuta’s fingers or tried to catch a flying beetle 

poor maki got the scare of her life when the little girl gifted her a squirming beetle that refused to crawl off her uniform; her grossed out expression evident as she flicked it off with her fingers

nobara and yuji were laughing their asses off as gojo recorded the entire incident. inumaki was biting his fist as he shook with laughter while yuta grinned and told the confused girl how she shouldn’t be picking up bugs at random unless she ‘wants them to give you an owie’

for once they had a relatively normal day - cloud watching, flower picking, feeding the koi fish in the pond on the school grounds, playing tag in the huge field. she forced everything to do the more mundane somewhat normal things as well, forcing everyone to take a well deserved break 

by the time the evening arrived, many of the students and gojo were laying on the grassy field of the school compound, watching how the sky slowly started to bleed with different shades of reds and oranges as the sun started to set

“is it bad that i enjoyed this day?” fushiguro muttered as he closes his eyes, one arm covering his eyes whilst the other was petting his Devine dog that he had summoned to track the little girl down earlier 

she had escaped to go and pick flowers in the wooded area, almost giving everyone a heart attack when they couldn’t find her. 

“nah, it was nice.” maki said with a tired hum as she watches the clouds, her head laid against panda’s side whilst yuta laid on the ground beside her, watching the clouds with a content sigh. “who knew it took a brat to make us relax.” 

said brat was fast asleep in nobara’s side, who cuddled the sleeping girl close. “well, whatever the reason may be - i enjoyed it a lot, and it will be fun to look back on in the future.” 

somehow they managed to clean her from all the sweat and dirt before tucking her back in her room, and somehow had to read a few bedtime stories after she whines and refuses to go to bed until she was read to

by the time the others went to bed, they were pretty much dead to the world - having the best night’s sleep after having been worked to the bone by one child 

when the next morning arrived, and maki saw a sleepy Y/N walking about tiredly as she tried to fill her bottle of water from the water fountain, she just sighs in relief

to the point where she goes over and hugs the sleepy girl, who just yawned and hugged her back with one arm while the other filled her bottle of water

“good morning to you too, maki.”

when she saw all the videos and pictures of what happened yesterday, she just smiles over at the tired students, clapping her hands softly in delight

“at least you guys had fun, no?”

her simple answer had everyone pausing as they shared a look with one another before they all just agreed, since yesterday was definitely fun 

maybe having her as a child wasn’t that bad after all

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[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Growing closer

summary: Harry and Loralie spend the night at Y/n and Milo’s flat for the first time and the kids spend time getting closer to the others parent. 

warnings/disclaimers: mentions(?) of smut, its not much. i wont ever write much again because i hate writing it and i’m horrible at it so this is the most you will get, sorry! barely edited so sorry about that!!!

Y/n invited Harry and Loralie to spend the night. She decided to take their relationship to the next step and make plans for Loralie and Harry to come over and spend the night. She went down to the market earlier and got some ingredients for dinner, stress cleaning her flat, and helped Milo clean his barely used room before the two came over. 

Now they sit in Y/n living room, Milo and Loralie on the floor playing together while Harry and Y/n set up on the couch together, sipping some wine. A random Disney movie plays, none of them are really paying attention to it, it’s mainly on for background noise. They finished dinner not too long ago, they had an arugula salad, then garlic Parmesan pasta. It was amazing and they all scarfed it down but now they are bloated and tired. “It’s almost Loralie’s bedtime.” Harry whispers, pecking Y/n’s jaw. She giggles, pulling her head away from him and standing up. 

She pulls Milo up, kissing his cheeks. “It’s time for bed, babe.” She says, softly bouncing him on her hip while she takes him to his bedroom, glancing back to see if Harry was collecting Loralie and joining them. They settle the kids for bed, changing them into pajamas and saying their goodnights, tucking them into bed then checking for monsters and leaving a kiss on their heads. 

They head back out to the living room, sitting on the couch and resuming their wine drinking and movie watching. They cuddle under a thick fluffy blanket, Harry’s head resting on her shoulder while they both sag into each other. “Thanks for inviting us over.” Harry hums, his lips finding her shoulders. 

Y/n nods, kissing the top of his head. “It’s no problem. I love being around you guys.” Harry’s kisses travel further up, tickling Y/n’s neck. “Yeah,” he hums on her neck, his nose rubbing alongside her jaw. She giggles, pushing him away. “Our kids just went to bed!” She says, also a little nervous because this would be her and Harry’s first time if it goes anything past kissing. Harry shrugs, lifting her up bridal style and giving her a rough kiss. 

Y/n laughs, jumping down. She wraps her arms around his neck, slotting her lips with his. Harry’s arms wrap around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him. He sloppily leads them to her bedroom door, knocking over an empty wine glass on the way, knocking into a wall, and finally accidentally slamming the door against the wall once he got to it. 

Y/n giggles on his lips, pulling away to look around the corner. Milo and Loralie yank open Milo's bedroom door. “Shh!” Milo says, his hair already a mess and his eyes dropping with sleep. The parents hold on a laugh, Y/n covering her mouth with her hand. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s go back to sleep.” Harry whispers, turning the kiddies around and leading them back to the bedroom. Y/n joins them, a small smile on her face. They tuck them back in, kissing their foreheads and heading back to Y/n’s room. 

“We better just head to bed.” Y/n says from her closet, tossing out some pajamas for herself. Harry nods, deciding they can try again another night- a night there their kids are being baby sat. They get cozy in bed, flipping on the TV. They watch some news for a bit, getting updated on a few things before they switch it off, turning off the side table lamps. They settle into bed, giving each other a goodnight peck. “There is always next time.” 

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When they wake up the next morning it’s absolute chaos, grumpy children and tired parents, everyone trying to get ready for the day and make breakfast. “No, sit down. You can play later.” Y/n says to Milo, pointing to his chair and setting his breakfast in front of him, some eggs, a half piece of toast, and two pieces of sausage. Usually she is lucky if most of his food doesn’t end up on him. 

“Okay! Wear your pajamas for the rest of the day. Whatever, just go eat, please. And no more raising your voice at daddy or you're taking a nap early today.” Harry says, trying to keep his voice calm while he tries to settle down his two year old. 

Y/n softly laughs, “looks like we’re both struggling.” Harry nods, still in his pajamas and his hair a mess. They have both been so focused on their grumpy children that they haven’t even had time to brush their teeth let alone take a gander in the mirror and see how frightening they truly look. 

“Here’s some breakfast for your troubles.” Y/n offers a plate to him, setting a fork down on it making a little clink. Harry thanks her, joining the kids who are rudely eating with their hands and not even giving their forks a thought (but they were toddlers so no one cared). Y/n eventually joins them, setting her own plate down with a yawn. 

“What are we doing?!” Milo asks, Harry tiredly laughing. “We are eating breakfast, mate.” He says, giving him a tired smile. Y/n laughs at the interaction, covering her mouth, “No, H, he means like… what are we doing today?” Y/n informs him, a giggle in her voice. Harry raises his eyebrows, “ohhh,” Harry nods, “yeah, I knew that.” 

“Well we’re gonna let them go home, baby. Then I gotta go down to the shop.” Y/n smiles, pushing Milo's sippy cup toward him. 

They finish up breakfast, Harry helping Y/n clean the kitchen before they finally get themselves ready and part ways, having a long goodbye. 

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Harry was taking Milo out today and Y/n was taking Loralie out. Harry and Y/n talked and they thought it would help grow their relationships, even though Harry was already best buddies with Milo, and Y/n and Loralie were the best of friends they needed to become more or parental figures than best friends with the kids. So they arranged to take the other out and get to know them more, treat them like they would their own children instead of a friend. 

Harry was going to take Milo out to a baseball game and Y/n is taking Loralie out to get Mani pedis, to the mall, then to dinner. 

Harry and Milo were already at the baseball game, getting settled in while Y/n and Loralie are on the way to their nail appointment. 

Harry and Milo get settled in their seats, the game not started yet. “Are you excited for the game, bub?” Harry asks, looking down where Milo is sitting in his stadium seat. Milo nods, giving him a thumbs up while he plays with his toy dinosaur. “Dinosaur.” he says, making it walk up Harry's arm before making the brachiosaurus bite his shoulder. “Munch munch! He got you!” Milo dramatically says, standing up in his seat. Harry laughed, gasping and backing up a little, “Ahh!” Milo giggles. Harry didn't even know where he got that dinosaur from, he didn't see it on the ride over so he must have stashed it in his pocket. 

“Okay, bub, smile for mummy. Gotta let her know we made it here safe.” Harry says, pulling out his phone and opening his camera, leaning toward Milo and smiling widely, Milo smiling widely and closing his eyes, his small dimples poking out. Harry chuckles, pulling the phone away and sending the photo off to the little boy's mum. 

Harry: Already having bunches of fun! *1 attachment* 

“Loralie, text your daddy back and tell him I'm trying to drive” Y/n jokes, making Loralie look up at her while she's strapped in her car seat. “What?” she asks, making Y/n laugh, pulling into the nail places car park. “Nothing, Lora. Let's get our nails done, girl!” she sings, unbuckling her car seat and pulling her out, softly setting her down on the concrete and holding her hand while they walk into the nail salon. 

They get seated together, Loralie giggling at the chair massaging her back. Y/n snaps a photo of her to send to Harry later when her fingers aren't wet. “What color did you pick out?” Y/n asks Loralie, turning toward her. “I got purple, daddy likes it.” Y/n heart swells, Loralie is such a sweet girl. “Good choice!” she smiles, looking at the light pink color she picked for herself. 

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“Are you having fun, Milo?” Harry asks, watching the boy eat a snow cone almost the size of him that he purchased for him not too long ago. Milo nods, smiling up at him while he spoons another mountain of the ice treat in his mouth, getting it all over his nose and around his mouth. Harry laughs, “Here, bub.” he laughs, handing him a paper napkin. Milo takes it, messily wiping around his face. Harry nods watching him try and get it off, glancing back at the game. 

The announcer yells as the better runs to home base, making a home run. Milo cheers with the crowd, pumping his small fists in the air. Harry's eyes widened, laughing for the thousandth time today. How did he know anything about the game? Milo looks around, still excited even though the crowd has died down. Oh, he was only excited because everyone else was. 

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“Our nails are so cute!” Y/n cheers, walking out of the nail salon. Loralie squeals, looking at her purple fingers and toes. “Lets send daddy a photo!” Y/n says, putting her hand out, Loralie quickly joins her hand between their bodies. Y/n takes the photo, sending the one she took earlier of Loralie and the one she took just now to him before getting them back in the car. 

Y/n: Our nails are done :) *two attachments* 

They zoom to the mall, hopping out and walking around first, looking at some stuff through display cases, perfume, pretty (but super expensive) jewelry, and some old lady jewelry. Then they head up the escalator (Y/n and Loralie holding hands extra tight because Loralie was scared), going to look around at all the different stores they have. 

Loralie stops a candy store, gasping and pointing to it. Y/n instantly laughs, leading her to the candy store. “Okay, we're only getting a little, we aren't telling daddy, and we are gonna eat it after dinner, ‘kay?” Y/n asks, Loralie looking up to her, nodding as if she was keeping the most precious secret. They collect their candy, definitely getting more than they should have, but it was worth it to see the little girl so happy. 

Loralie squeals, running out of the candy store, one arm clutching the candy bag and her other hand still holding Y/n’s hand. Y/n laughs, walking with her. Y/n had expected to feel a little awkward today, not sure what to talk about or how to treat Loralie but she's had a bunch of fun with her and she already feels that parental role taking over. 

They end up in a random kids store, filled with stuffed animals, toys, kids jewelry, and clothes. “Look!” Loralie basically yells toward Y/n, showing her some play pearls. Y/n smiles, taking them and nodding. “Like what daddy wears!” she gushes, making Y/n pout, she's the most adorable girl. “Yeah, let's get them and you can match daddy.” Loralie nods, pulling another off of the display and holding it up to her. “For Milo” she smiles. Y/n pouts, kissing the top of her head. 

“Sounds good, babe” 

**

“Want a hat or something, Milo?” Harry asks, looking around the gift shop with the boy. Milo shrugs, more interested in making his toy dinosaur crawl up Harry's leg. Harry chuckles, pulling the toy up on his hip, “let's get you this hat” he says, flopping the small hat on the boy's hat before stomping over to the cash register, feeling heavy and bloated from all the crappy baseball stadium food they ate today. 

They buy the hat, Harry placing it back on the toddler's head and walking back to the car with him on his hip since he was half asleep. “I've had a great day with you, bub.” Harry says to Milo, almost to the car. Milo sleepily places his head on top of Harry's, closing his eyes, “me too.” Harry's heart squeezes, thinking he could cry. “I'm happy you did.” 

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“Dinner was good!” Y/n smiles, throwing away their trash from their huge slices of food court pizza. Loralie smiles, wiping the rest of the greasing from her face on the back of her hand then wiping it on her pants. Y/n laughs at her actions, wiping off her hands. “Well, I guess it's time to go meet daddy and Milo!” she hums, pulling her up on her hip and heading back down the escalator to hop back in the car to drive back to her flat. 

They get back to her flat in about twenty minutes, heading up the stairs. She unlocks the door, placing a sleeping Loralie on the couch before she heads to her bedroom, changing into some pajamas. She hears a soft knock on her door, unlocking it and opening it to find Harry with Milo sleeping in his arms. Y/n laughs, “just lay him on the couch” she whispers, pointing over to the couch. 

Harry places the boy on the couch softly, making sure not to wake him. He walks over to the counter, watching Y/n get a glass of water. “How was your day?” he smiles, leaning over the counter, kissing her. “It was a lot of fun.” he admits, smiling widely. Y/n smiles widely back at him, “Good. I had so much fun with her. We had a blast.” 

Harry smiles, “That's amazing to hear, babe. Now I gotta get the sleepy girl home” he peers over the couch, watching his daughter sleep for a second. Y/n shrugs, “or you could spend the night again?” she smiles, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. Harry smiles down at her, kissing his head. 

“Yeah, maybe I'll stay the night.”

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[alfredosauce50]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some Romano + Prussia x royal reader (separate) headcannons? I'm a sucker for a good forbidden romance and would be happy to see what you want to do with it. Thank you!

Yes, of course! Sorry for the kinda late response--I got carried away writing other things. What a coincidence that I've been doing a lot of exploring in fantasy! The reader is referred to as she/her.

Forbidden Romance Headcanons - Prussia and S. Italy

Prussia - The earnest pickpocket and sheltered princess

Unfortunately, Gilbert is on the wrong side of history. As an albino, he's been an outcast ever since he was born. In an age of superstition and class divide, his parents had no problem abandoning an extra mouth to feed. Especially when they were a demon with magical powers. Left to fend for himself as a baby, he only ever survived thanks to the generosity of an old neighbor. When they passed away due to old age, he had to get on by himself on the streets. Stealing, lying, whatever it takes to get some quick cash. And he's been doing it ever since he was five.

He loved fairytales ever since he was a kid. His guardian always told him these stories before bedtime, after all. They said it was good luck to give the princess a flower, and he remembered this a few years later during the royal parade in town. Pushing through the crowd of onlookers, he held out a small dandelion hoping you would take it. Before the guards could swat him away, you took the flower with a smile. All you remembered from that time was a small and dirty face gleaming up at you. And, of course, a pair of striking red eyes you would never forget.

In his adolescence, he became a thief with quick hands. It wasn't until he took on the most dangerous job of all did he make himself a public enemy. Stealing the royal family's jewels. And he would've gotten away with it if he wasn't forced to take a detour through the princess's bedroom. Unbeknownst to him, you were wide awake. Immediately, you recognized him as the little boy from that day. Without thinking, you hid him in your wardrobe until the guards left. That was the start of a strange friendship forged between two people from two worlds--a dirt-poor criminal and the well-loved princess of a thriving kingdom.

He visits you from time to time by climbing up the side of the castle. When he first did it, you practically throttled him by his collar, screaming, “Do you have a death wish? They'll throw you to the lions if you get caught!”. He simply responds with, “The awesome me never gets caught! That's why I'm here, ja?” Soon, this becomes routine until you learn to trust him.

Gilbert loves gloating about his adventures as a street rat, whether it's about singlehandedly beating up gangs of bullies or outrunning the palace guards. As a sheltered person of royalty, his stories reflect experiences alien to you. But it opens your eyes to things you've never seen, and it's very fascinating.

If he's not telling grossly exaggerated anecdotes of his greatness, he'll bring in board games and cards he “borrowed” from his friends. You've never played with them before as your parents deemed them unrefined. It fills him with pride to see you enjoying yourself so much, especially when he's teaching you how to play.

You don't go out very often, so he always brings back little trinkets and souvenirs. When you found out he stole them all, you would hit him on the head and tell him off. “Where did you get these from? Stealing and giving these to the princess--do you know how stupid that sounds?” Then, you would pinch his cheek until he tears up and admits his wrongs. “I-I thought you would like them, okay? I wanted to give them to you as a present...” The next day, you would accompany him to the shops he robbed and pay the owners back.

He gets upset and embarrassed when he realizes those gifts aren't gifts at all. Not when you paid for them yourself! One of the ways he shows affection is through giving gifts, but that unfortunately clashes with not having money. So he's eager to make something out of himself, even if he has to work as a bottom feeder and face unfair treatment for what he looks like. When you find out, his boss gets one hell of a time dealing with you. After that, he uses whatever small amount he earned to buy something for you.

As he grows out of his old habits, he becomes more honest. In fact, he's so determined to prove himself that he shows up one day with a homemade board game scribbled out on a spare piece of parchment. He's nervous and twiddling his fingers, and that's when you know you have to help him get back onto his feet. He's so touched by your kindness that he shows you a secret he's been hiding forever--he can do magic. It's one of his skills that let him become so good at stealing in the past.

After some practice to touch up his abilities, you try convincing your parents to let him work in the palace as an all-rounder. With the magic dancing in his fingertips, there's nothing he can't do. He has a green thumb, good reflexes, and the horses in the stables listen to him better than the caretaker! He can't forget that you encouraged him to let go of his doubts and previous identity as a petty thief. There's nobody in the world he looks up to more.

On the night of your eighteenth birthday, he's invited to a ball to celebrate. Once again, he finds himself anxious to see you in your dress, especially when he's quite glammed up himself with his suit and hair slicked back. While you teach him how to dance, he tells you he looks ridiculous. But you think otherwise and make it explicit. That's when Gilbert realizes he's completely smitten with you. He embarks on another journey to improve himself until he thinks he deserves you.

South Italy - The plebeian pâtissier and renegade royal

War has ravaged the kingdom and eaten into the state's reserves, leaving inflation rates at an all-time high. The suffering middle and working-class take it up to their rulers in a coup d'état, killing the king and queen. And now, they're searching for the princess amidst the chaos of an ungoverned dominion. Romano couldn't be more indifferent to such a cause, only ever caring about putting food on the table. He works day and night helping out his family's bakery, making what he can to get by. However, he's forced to take a side when he finds a girl on his doorstep on the verge of starvation.

Unable to turn away someone in need, he nurses you back to health. However, he does so with spite, wondering to himself why he has to give what little he has left to a princess. When you feel better after a few days, he's eager to send you off but changes his mind as you leave. Romano can't bear to let you face certain death, or worse, knowing how bitter the townspeople are about the unpopular war. So he welcomes you back with a sharp sigh with his head turned away. “Alright, alright, you can stay. Now stop making that pathetic face, you spoilt principessa--it's depressing.”

He relays a few house rules as conditions for keeping you around. You have to help him with chores. Cooking, cleaning, sewing, everything. Considering you always had someone doing those tasks for you, you're hopeless at it. He'll swat your hand and show you how to do things right with an annoyed scowl. “No, no, no, no, no! You're doing it all wrong. This is how you do it. What do they even teach you in that palace, huh? Books? Maths? Books about maths? Well, they won't keep you alive, you know!”

Because he's so observant and strict, he's a good teacher, and soon, you get the hang of everything. Before, he had to open his mouth to correct you every few seconds, but now, he can just watch you do his work with his arms crossed. It's a little demeaning to have someone watch your every move, but inside, he's relieved you're finally fitting in and not a complete waste of his time and resources. In reality, he never wanted to send you off and hoped he could just handle an extra mouth to feed. Not that he'll ever tell you.

When you're out and about, he makes you wear a cloak to hide your identity. When he's forced to interact with people, he'll hold you close and play everything off without arousing suspicion. Even if your hood falls off, he won't react--he's screaming inside in panic, but he's a great actor when he needs to be. You're totally not the princess, just a crazy similar doppelganger. The cloak is there so that people don't make a fuss. When they leave, he'll turn to you and scream how much of an idiot you are. But really, he was just worried to death--and you have a feeling he was. So you hug it out and leave him cussing with a red face.

As you two grow closer, his cousin Antonio notices how much he cares about you despite his efforts to hide it. It's a problem. He approaches him and warns that if people found out he was hiding the princess, he would get killed with her. Romano heats up and screams, telling him that he already knew what he got into the second he let you into his home. When he's asked why he's still keeping you around, he responds with, “It's not fair that her parents fucked up, and she has to face the consequences. Just like how I never wanted to run this stupid bakery--I wanted to be a painter, not burn my hands in the kitchen all day!”

Unbeknownst to him, you overhear the conversation. The next morning, he discovers that you're gone and loses his head. While he's screaming and crying, he's swarmed with the possibilities of what happened to you. He's a bit of an overthinker, but his paranoia is deserved--were you taken away in the middle of the night? Are you even still alive? He spirals down a path of self-loathing until he confronts how much he misses you, then his regret of never being frank with his feelings. Romano didn't understand what he had until he lost it. To say this was a wake-up call--to be more honest with himself--would be an understatement.

A week later, you return unscathed. Turns out, you left to stay with the owner of a paint shop owner your family always supported and bought from. You present him with a gift of some high-end oil paints, brushes, and canvases. When he sets them all down, he'll pull you into a tight hug, and once again, tell you how stupid you are. While he has you in his coils, you smile to yourself as you pat his hair, happy that you also got something in return. Some transparency. “I just thought I'd give you something... For all the trouble.” You'd say, and he'd shush you with a few hard kisses. “You were never a trouble. I wanted you to stay, so I'm more to blame than you.”

As the political situation of the country calms down, so do the anxieties of angry neighbors pounding on his door. You return to his home much to his content. Now that you're just as good as him at icing cakes, you spend more time running the bakery. This gives him some time to paint, and he can't be happier. Once you both get settled, he discovers another hobby on top of making art. Making coffee! The bakery evolves into a café lavishly decorated with his paintings, and it becomes the most popular establishment in town. You both realize how overrated it is to want to be anything more--you never bring up your title ever again.

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Oh Salem, the panicked Keigo idea just speaks to my mean little gremlin heart. I want to see the guy trained to keep calm and cool lose his shit over losing his s/o. RIP his handlers if they try to slow him down. I want to see the relief when he finds them and the reckoning for the people dumb enough to try. This. This is my bedtime snack.

so this is less of reckoning, more relief. soft. ive been thinking about this a LOT and i feel like <3 poor keigo would be ruined:

heres a wittle drabble for your thoughts 

warnings: kidnapped reader, descriptions that may trigger claustrophobia (light, just a cave setting), insults in a not fun way, hurt/comfort baby

You were so cold.

The ‘cell’ you were in was more of a hovel, a small hole dug into the elaborate cave system you found yourself trapped in.

You weren’t sure for how long. There was no sun, only a guard that came and went with your meager meals and stale bottle of water. He and the other villains that had captured you spit vitriol and profanity like it was their duty to grind their verbal heels against your fragile psyche.

You tried to block them out, curling up in a tight ball against the rough back wall of your cell. Ignorance was better than hearing their profanities. 

The worst part was that you weren’t really sure what was going on. Other than that it had something to do with Keigo, considering you were exclusively referred to as “the number 2′s brain-rotted whore”.

Once again, you tried not to listen. 

...

You awoke to the sounds of chaos. 

Shouting, crashes, explosions--

The walls of your prison shook as you scramble to stand, smashing your head into the low ceiling as you did.

Your vision spun as your staggered to the rusty bars, bracing yourself and hopelessly tugging as you had so many times before.

There was a crash particularly close, bits of debris falling from stone tunnels, frail support beams falling.

No. 

Your blood ran so cold, you couldn’t move. Your body went completely still at the bars as you switched between panic and rage. It wasn’t fair, none of it was, you didn’t even get to say fucking goodbye to him. No last words, you’d been plucked from the street on your commute however long ago.

Keigo had left early that morning too, letting you sleep in with a kiss to the forehead instead of his normal heapings of sleepy, dawn-time affections. You’d been clinging to those sleepy, half-memories as anchor over the days in the cramped caves.

And, in the end, that was all you would have. Cloudy recollections of Keigo’s raspy morning voice as the caves around you began to shift and crumble.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tugged at the bars, trying fruitlessly to get past them. Frustration made your hands sweat and fear made them shake as they became littered with small cuts. 

With the next crash, just as close, a vibrant blur of red whizzed past your cell. The shock and gust from its speed sent you jolting back, a hand clasping over your heart.

“... Keigo?” 

You hadn’t even realized you said it aloud. 

Not until the blur, feathers, a bundle of a maybe thirty returned, hovered and spun in front of the bars.

“Keigo?”

The feathers shuddered.

It felt like you were dreaming.

“KEIGO!” 

You practically screamed, jolting against the bars. Though it wasn’t him, not really, he’d hear you through the feathers. One of them spilled through the bars, pressing to your chest and pushing you away as the rest of the warm sharpened and began to beat on the thick padlock.

Something about your bodily state must’ve changed, as the feather at your face moved to under your chin, sweeping over your jaw in a small motions. 

...

Even from afar, Keigo was trying to comfort you.

When he’d felt you on the end of one of the feather swarms he’d sent into the caves, he thought he’d imagined it. The quiet hesitance with which you practically gasped his name was so fucking soft, he almost missed it.

But, he didn’t, thank fucking god.

The villains had been smart, corralling their captives (beyond just you, unsurprisingly. The string of disappearances over the weeks prior had all been linked. There were at least a dozen other lovers and family members of heroes tucked away into the mountain side with you.) 

Hence, it was a whole operation to retrieve you all, with some of the most pissed off, downright enraged heroes leading the charge and preceding investigation.

And Keigo?

He’d been at the front of it. 

HIs PA had to convince him to get a few solid hours of sleep every few days, in an actual bed, rather than on the floor of his office, or one of the many conference rooms the rescue team was occupying. 

He’d been wasting away, quietly, but he hardly noticed. Food was secondary, drinking was a burden, and his other bodily needs were just holding him back. He had a singular goal--

To find you.

He’d torn up the skies and the earth for just a trace of you, after you’d been taken. And finally, he found it, in the side of a fucking mountain, and an operation was launched to get all of the taken back.

Problem was it was a fucking mountain. A cobbled together base for the villains made of old mine tunnels and shafts, and organic caves.

And infuriatingly, Keigo and his wings were too damn big to properly navigate them. So, even if you were found, he wouldn’t be there. He couldn’t be there to tell you that everything was okay.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety by his own hands, and it fucking hurt. 

That being said, his feathers had done a good enough job. 

He could feel your heart hammering as you neared the entrance.

And then Keigo saw you.

...

You stumbled from the blown out opening, a flurry of feathers on either side. The brawl was somewhere else in the cave, shut out from your mind as you followed the tugs and touches of the plumes.

And as you felt the rays of setting sun hit your cheeks, you caught sight of Keigo.

Before you could even open your mouth, and breath the sigh of relief you needed to, or cried his name like you wanted to, Keigo was on you, scooping you up and away from the shuddering caves. 

His grip was so tight, it hurt, but neither of you cared. Your arms had looped behind his head, burying themselves in his greasy hair as you hid your face in his neck. Keigo’s hands were shaking as they held you close to him, not wavering even when you returned to the stable, safe ground below. It teemed with heroes and medics, but no one dared to interrupt or get between the two of you.

They’d all seen how wrecked Hawks had become in pursuit of finding his partner.

Keigo lowered the two of you to the ground, all feathers returning and making his feathers thick and broad once more. They rose and curled around the two of you, sealing the world away.

Your mouth felt too dry as you tried to sit up, but Keigo wouldn’t let you. He kept a firm hand on your hip as he tore off one of his gloves with his teeth, keeping you in place in front him. 

When you tried to shift, he gathered you by your waist and crushed you to him. HIs chest shuddered and his shoulders quaked with the force he was wrapping you, and you returned it all, as much as you could.

“P-please,” Keigo’s voice broke. “I just gotta hold you for awhile, o-okay, Dove? You’re s-safe now. I’ve got you.”

And he did.

You pressed your cracked lips to his cheeks, lungs going tight as you wrestled for one of his clammy hands to hold.

“I-I know,” You sniffled, tears squished between your cheeks. You pressed your interlocked fingers to your lips, choking on a sob of pure relief. Whatever kisses you had planned to grace his knuckles with were swallowed elsewhere.

Keigo pulled your face to his, hands and mouth hungry as he desperately kissed you, finally, nothing like the fleeting ones you both clung to while cruelly apart. It was messy, sloppy, but ringing with sweetness as Keigo sputtered and nipped at your lips.

“’M sorry,” He breathed, barely pulling away before slotting your lips together once more. 

As much as you wanted to reply, remind him that this wasn’t his fault, you words were too gummy and jumbled for anything meaningful.

So, you both settled for touch.

You stroked over each other’s sunken in eyes and dark circles. Keigo nipped at your dry lips, while you tasted the staleness of his breath. His bare hands braced against your back from just under the hem of your shirt,  feeling the deep chill in your skin and the residual dirt and grime.

You finally mustered up some words, the mix of so many needs and desires that needed sating.

“K-Keigo?” You lingered as close as you could, craving the heat and mingling of your breaths. “I-I want to go home.”

His breath caught and his grip got tighter still.

“Can we go home?” You asked, soft and breaking as you fell into the safety of his arms.

“Y-yeah,” Keigo pressed his teary cheeks to the top of your head, letting out a final shaking breath of relief. Keeping his words firm as firm as his touch, he put every ounce of ease that he could offer into his words:

“Let’s go home, dove.” 

[enviedear]

miss moonlight, put in a word → draco malfoy

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which draco sees the same annoying hufflepuff he’s enamored within his dreams every night, but can’t muster up the courage to talk to her in waking life. so instead he talks to the moon, telling the rock that’s miles away, everything he wants to tell her. little does he know, she does the same thing.

PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 3k

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its a little angsty im sorry. but im nervous abt this and have been sitting on posting it for almost a month now so please lmk if you like it :)

based off the songs talking to the moon by bruno mars and please mr sun by tommy edwards

she waves at him, her eyes holding a happy glimmer. he walks closer to her and wraps his long arms around her, pulling her close. he breathes in her scent and she giggles. it sounds like heaven. he holds her like that for what feels like forever before she pulls away.

he watches as she sits down in the grass, patting the place beside her.

“sit draco.” she commands. he complies.

“i love it when i’m asleep. you’re here and the world is so much more peaceful.” he smiles, a real true smile. not like the ones he usually gives now.

“but imagine if we were awake. the world might not be so wonderful, but we’d have each other. and the sun. and the wind. and the trees. and missus moon.” she grins, looking up at the bright blue sky.

he wants to agree, and tell her that’s all they’ll ever need. but he knows he can’t. because truth be told he needs more. he needs to know his family will be safe. he needs to know if he’ll make it out of his sixth year alive. he needs more than the sun and moon.

instead, he places his head in her lap, relishing in the way her fingers card through his hair. she sings a song he can’t place as he falls asleep. 

“i love you y/n” he whispers, right before he dozes off.

that’s how the dreams usually end. he always slips off to sleep so peacefully in your arms. but when he wakes up, he’s still in the slytherin dorm, lonely and afraid.

yours end in the same way, and when you wake, you’re clutching your pillow as if it’s him. you don’t dare tell anyone about the dreams. your friends and family would think you mad. but it’s enough for you to be able to have them, even if you’re not sure if they’re shared or not. 

you see the way he looks in the dining hall, potions, and in passing. he’s always so monotonous. so unlike the boy you’ve grown up with.

you of course have dreams, where he’s told you everything that has happened to him. he’s confessed to you that he’s working with voldemort, for his parents' sake. he even told you about dumbledore. but no matter how much you beg him to leave that life behind, he can't. besides, you’re dreaming all of this. who’s to say it’s even real. 

so you stay away, yearning for bedtime. where you can talk to the boy you love more than anything else in the world.

you’re not sure how the dreams started but you have an idea.

and so does draco.

he reckons he must have used some sort of wandless magic the night he was thinking to himself on the astronomy tower. it had been a humid night and he was all alone. his eyes deadset on the bright moon in front of him. he had just started talking.

he knew the moon wasn’t someone that could actually listen but then again, maybe that’s what he wanted? he didn’t want someone to place any input on his situation. he just wanted to speak and let his thoughts travel into the void and maybe out from his aching head.

“i just want everything to be okay. mother deserves a son who can protect her and.. father needs me. i can’t fail.  i just wish i had someone to talk to when the sun goes down. someone kind and someone warm. i know they’re somewhere out there. but maybe all i’ll ever have is you missus moon, at night when it’s just the stars to listen in to our conversation.” the boy had mumbled, before making his way to his dorm room.

you had been having a word with missus moon that night as well, alone in your hufflepuff prefect dorm. you thought yourself lucky to have a window so that you could see the stars and the moon. you were fighting sleep and had no one else to speak to, so you watched the bright yellow moon as you recounted your troubles.

“my dreams have been so bad recently missus moon. i think it’s because i’m still so scared for everyone and myself. they say the dark lord could strike any day. i’d hate for anyone i love or even myself to end up like poor cedric. i wish i had someone to talk to, someone to understand. everyone thinks i’m crazy, but they don’t know what i know. the world is getting scary. at least when the stars light up my room i have you missus moon.” you had sighed getting off the floor and laying down in your bed.

that night draco dreamt of flower fields and you. at first, the boy wondered if maybe it was real. it seemed real. he could see you and everything around you so vividly. and the same for you, you made out his platinum hair and could smell his crisp cologne. but when the two of you awoke, you knew it couldn’t be real.

until the next night, where the both of you met again in your dreams.

“are you following me?” you had asked draco.

he narrowed his eyes at you, “how could i follow you into a dream. what a stupid thing to ask.”

“you’re supposed to be nice to me. this is my dream after all.” you had pouted.

draco snorted, “i need to stop drinking tea before bed. i’m having dreams where the people in them think they’re the ones doing the dreaming.”

“but i am the one dreaming! this is my dream. i can control it, watch!” you’d grinned, before commanding a nearby tree to grow apples.

draco’s eyes had widened, “no, this can’t be right.”

you watched as he wished for the tree to grow taller before glaring at you, “smack yourself.”

you glared back at him, “no, but you can shove your fist down your throat if you’re going to be rude.”

draco circled you, “so you don’t have to do what i tell you and neither do i. strange.”

“why would i have to do what you tell me to do in my own dream?” you’d asked.

the boy had shrugged, “maybe it’s not just your dream. maybe it’s mine too.”

that’s the most the two of you ever discussed the shared dreams. after that there wasn’t a need. you both enjoyed them. both of you needed them.

once in study hall you caught draco reading a book about dreams but you didn’t ask him about it. in truth, you were too afraid to have him label you as insane.

draco found himself wanting to speak with you too. countless times. he had grown quite fond of you after the dreams he found you in every night. so in the daytime, he would sneak glances at you. he took notice if you did your hair differently or if your makeup was done. of course, he knew he couldn’t talk to you. you’d think him mad. still, he found himself dropping subtle clues to see if you’d come over to him, like reading a ghastly book about dreams in a class the two of you shared. it hadn’t worked but he could have sworn he caught you looking his way.

draco spends hours obsessing over you, the dreams, and the few glances you would give him. but the vanishing cabinet is almost fixed and he knows it’d be foolish to speak to you now. no matter how much he wishes to run into your arms and tell you to take him away from here, he won’t. 

it’s a dreary day in june and you’re getting snacks for some of the first years when you hear it. maniacal laughter and breaking glass. your first thought is to check on your house. you rush into the hufflepuff common room and make sure everyone’s ok and then urge them to stay safe. they nod and bolt to their dorms.

then, you make your way to the source of the noise. the dining hall, which is torn to shreds, is crawling with death eaters. you feel lightheaded as you watch them. out of the corner of your eye, you see professor snape making his way to the astronomy tower.

curious, you quietly sneak behind him, careful not to make yourself known. you hear a voice above you. a voice you recognize.

draco. 

you’re trying your hardest to figure out what he’s saying but you can’t. all the sounds around you are blending together and you can’t seem to calm down enough to hear anything. when the professor reaches the tower, underneath the scene of whatever is going on, you stay behind.

in a flash, the teacher is out of your vision and upstairs in the chaos.

“severus, please.” is all you hear before the killing curse bolts out of snape’s mouth.

you stand in shock as the footsteps trail out of the tower. draco. snape. dumbledore. death eaters. it was all so much.

“y/n! are you ok?” a watery-eyed harry potter asks from beside you. you don’t even question how he got here or if he saw what you did. instead, you fling your arms around him and stare at the wall petrified. no tears can escape your eyes, you’re in disbelief.

“come on. you have to breathe and we have to get down there. get your wand ready. we have to do something!” he shouts, voice breaking.

you look at him for a second before he bolts out of the room, wand in hand.

instead of trying to fight, talking to anyone about what you saw, or even going to look at your headmaster’s dead body like everyone else, you slip quietly into your prefects dorm.

you watch the moon until she’s gone and when you see mr sun the tears finally fall. you mumble, “talk to him please, mr sun.”

draco glanced at the blinding sun from the malfoy garden, where he had spent the night. he couldn’t be in that house. not after everything that happened. so instead, he sat in the garden thinking of his best thoughts, you.

he watches the sunrise, listens to the winds and the robins singing, and mutters to himself, “tell her how i feel. it shouldn’t end this way. since you are all her friends, she’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

a baby robin sings a little louder, almost like it’s agreeing, and it causes the boy to cry.

it’s an eerily quiet early morning in the room of requirement on the second of may. you’re in the back of the room, trying to sleep. sleep has become your only form of happiness. your dreams have become a wonderful fairytale. draco is still prevalent and he holds you tighter and tighter with each night.

almost as soon as you drift to bed, you hear gasps. you look up to find harry, ron, and hermione. without a care in the world, you rush to the three just like everyone else. harry gives you a weak smile and you return it.

the three of them explain that today is the day. today is the day the world is split into two and voldemort attacks. plans are arranged and everyone holds each other close.

selfishly, you wish you could see draco. 

minutes later, a meeting is called by snape in the dining hall. You watch as neville and ginny procure robes for the green-eyed boy and walk to the hall.

the carrows look at everyone with malice in their eyes as snape drones on about a sighting of harry in hogsmeade. soon after, harry shows himself and begins arguing with the black-haired man. he tells everyone about the night in the astronomy tower.

mcgonagall throws curses at the man along with harry before he flies out of the hall. The woman looks at all of us, eyes wide but determined.

in a rush, everyone is scattered about. you follow neville to the bridge and help as much as you can. when the death eaters, led by greyback, enter hogwarts, you stand your ground. you’re ready to fight.

draco easily locates blaise and goyle before heading off to find his wand and harry potter. his chest aches with looming fear but he tries to repress it the most he can.

“i guess this is it boys.” blaise sighs.

draco looks at his friend, “we’ll be fine. just stay safe and together. don’t go weak on me now zabini.”

you’re doing your best to fight off corban yaxley but every time you’re ready to throw a killing blow his way he narrowly hits you with the killing curse. your fighting in a state of pure unadulterated anger. it’s been hours of fighting but your anger remains.

“stupid little girl, you’ll be dead before nightfall.” yaxley spits before hitting you with a weak spell. 

you still double over a bit, but hold your ground enough to raise your wand and hit him with the cruciatus curse. in the corner of your eye you watch professor flintwick begin dueling the vicious man, before running inside the castle.

fire burns everywhere around draco. he’s about to turn to blaise and say his goodbyes before potter snatches him up and leads him out of the room of requirement. the second he’s on the ground he makes a run for it. he loses blaise on the way and can’t seem to figure out where to go. he’s on the second floor, tears are pooling out of his eyes and the ache in his chest has grown when his body collides with another.

you fall back, hitting your head against the hard stone of the castle floor. when you look up, your vision is hazy and shaky.

“y/n?”

you know that voice. it’s the same voice you’ve heard every single night for a year.

“draco?” you ask, hands reaching out.

“you’re bleeding. let me help,” he says before gently healing your head.

you stare at the boy, “you know it feels weird to see you. i’ve never really spoken to you besides the dreams.”

his eyes grow wide, “you know about those?”

you smile a little, “yeah, i do.”

the two of you find yourselves entering the great hall, helping whoever you two can.

draco is comforting a teary-eyed second year when blaise zabini comes in, eyes bloodshot and clutching his right arm.

you watch as the two embrace, pulling apart so that draco can tend to his arm.

minutes that feel like hours pass as the three of you silently process the commotion going on around you.

a tattered luna lovegood emerges through the rubble and towards the three of you.

“everyone’s outside now- harry he... i think you all should come with me.” her shaky voice requests.

draco looks to you and nods, helping you rise. his hand grasps yours and you all follow luna outside.

all around you is destruction. the place you’ve called home for years in now a bruised battleground and at the very center of it stands the man you’ve come to fear more than anything in the world. voldemort. 

“harry potter, is dead.” the creature laughs.

you grip draco tighter and he looks at you with an expression of sorrow.

“from this day forth you put your faith in me. and now is the time to declare yourself! come forward and join us. or die.” the man spits, smiling at the broken faces opposite him.”

it is quiet for just a moment before lucius malfoy calls for his son. you watch the man and his wife plead with him. but his hand remains in yours and feet right beside you.

you look up at him and give him your brightest smile, a smile you would give him in dreams. as he peers down at you he knows that nothing in the world means more to him than you and that smile he’s spent hours telling missus moon about.

“you insolent boy, draco!” the snake-like man hisses.

you turn to face him, eyes wide with fury and hate.

neville begins limping toward the band of villains.

“i’d like to say something.” the boys breathes out.

voldemort smirks at him, “well neville i’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“you’re wrong! harry’s heart did beat for us, for all of us!” and with that, he pulls the sword of godric gryffindor out of the sorting hat he’s been clutching and aims it at the deatheaters and their leader.

draco’s head cranes in harry’s direction, and in an instant, the boy flies out of hagrid’s arms and throws a spell at voldemort.

you cry out along with everyone else before watching voldemort’s followers disappear.

“come on, we’ve fought enough. i won’t let you die now!” draco commands, leading you to the bridge.

you follow, but turn to look at the castle one last time. draco stops as well and you see him meet ron and hermione’s gaze. ron nods his head and draco returns the gesture.

“let’s go draco.” you sigh.

he didn’t know he’d see you again. the two of you had gone to your home to bathe and sleep and when the boy found himself in his dreams, he saw you.

you smile at the platinum haired boy, “sit draco.”

he complies. 

“i hope you haven’t gotten tired of seeing me. i suppose it will be a lot now. to have me in waking and in sleep.” you giggle.

draco stares at you deeply, “i could never get tired of you. i’ve spent a year talking to the moon, trying to get you. in hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too. i’ve asked the sun to tell you all the things i couldn’t, the wind to whisper all the things i love about you, all the rainbows to make you smile, and the trees to take you under their branches. i’d want nothing more than this.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, “i’m here now and we have eternity to tell eachother the things we haven’t said yet.”

the two of you can’t help but to stare at the moon some nights, silently thanking missus moonlight for putting in a word.

[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 910

Rated: G

Tags: domestic, terrible twos, brief language & german (shit & little bee), dad Niki

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"And the number for the hotel is on the fridge, don't hesitate to call if you need anything, alright?" you tell your husband as you get ready to leave. Elena was having a weekend trip with a few of her girlfriends in lieu of a bachelorette party, so Niki and Sara would be on their own for a few days. You had no worries about Niki’s capability as a father; he was more involved than most men were. It was more so that you'd never truly left the two for more than a few hours, let alone the whole weekend.

"I know liebe, everything will be fine," Niki reassures.

"Okay but still just in case something-"

He interrupts with "go, or you will be late," and gives you a chaste kiss before pushing you out the door. Niki offers a small wave as you hop into Elena's car and drive off.

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His daughter was well behaved. Strangers and friends alike complimented you both on the fact. But today. Well. Today Niki thought the gates of Hell had finally opened.

It was like Sara knew he had no backup defense. She pulled out every possible stop. Throwing toys, dumping food, screaming at the top of her lungs, biting him - you name it, she did it. Mein Gott, they weren’t kidding when they called it the terrible twos. This morning he caught her chomping on crayons and drawing on the walls. After lunch she ran up and gave him little exaggerated kisses, which was sweet, until Sara saw fit to slap his upper thigh a little too close to home. Now, he was having an argument with a 2 and a half year old over some trousers.

“Papa NO! No pants!” she screeched and threw out her palm towards Niki.

He was at wits end. Keeping his voice as neutral as possible he spoke, “meine biene, you need to wear your pants. I will not ask again.” This was the fifth, no sixth, time he’d asked now.

Sara screamed in protest. His eye twitched. Having had enough he reached out to pick her up; she bolted.

Around the house they went, Sara alternating screaming and giggling as she ran on little legs; Niki feeling pathetic at chasing after a toddler that he couldn’t seem to catch. Finally Sara cornered herself in the bathroom and he was able to snatch her up. She vehemently protested as he did his best to put on her pants.

At a swift kick right to the jaw he couldn’t stop the grunted “scheisse” that slipped out. Sara suddenly stopped her attack. Niki squinted at her as she looked dead into his eyes, blinking. A smirk broke out on her little face before her own “scheisse!”

Niki’s brows hit his hairline. “No - we are not doing this again, Sara,” he said sternly, remembering how much flack you gave him over the ‘ass’ incident.

“Ahaha scheisse Papa!” Niki blew out a breath and ran a hand through his curls for the millionth time today. You would be home tomorrow. Everything would be fine if he could just survive tonight.

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Exiting the child’s bedroom and closing the door he saw it was almost 10pm - an hour and a half past your regular bedtime. In all honesty he didn’t even care. Niki let out a sigh. “Time to get to work…” he muttered to himself.

For the next hour he scrubbed the crayon off the walls, wiped the spaghetti sauce that had dried on the kitchen tile, and tossed the soaked towels from the bathtime accident into the dryer. He was absolutely exhausted as he settled in his leather office chair with a glass of the schnapps that he normally kept locked up. Niki nearly crashed at his desk.

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“Niki, Sara, I’m home!” you called out as you tugged your luggage in the front door.

“Hi Mama,” Sara said without paying you any mind, before continuing to hold a ‘conversation’ with your husband. Niki looked up and smiled. You listened in, most of what she said made no sense with her rather limited vocabulary.

“Is that so, kleine biene?” Niki asked from his seat next to her, occasionally sipping from a mug.

“Yeah Papa -” she rambled some more gibberish. She and Niki held a full conversation at the dining table as she colored and he studied an airplane diagram.

“And what did you tell them after that? I trust you put them in their place?.... Mhm….. very good…. How will you approach the problem next time?....and you think this strategy will work?.... I see.”

Their back and forth was like watching a ping pong match, but neither side had anything to do with what the other was actually saying. You had to laugh - Niki never used a baby voice with her, he always spoke like he was talking to an adult, minus the language of course. Walking over to the table you give the room a once over. Everything looks as it should. Leaning down, you place your hand on your husband’s shoulder and give him a delicate kiss.

“I trust everything went well?”

Niki shrugs nonchalantly, “just fine. I told you there was nothing to worry about.” He and Sara both survived so there was no reason to admit the total chaos that ensued the last 48 hours.

“Great! In that case maybe I’ll go on vacation more often,” you joke.

He chokes on his coffee.

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Welcomed with open arms part 2

Sibling!Half phantom!GN!Reader x Sbi family (+ Tubbo)

Summary: basically just a short wholesome chapter with you spending quality time with the fam :D

For context: Wilbur and Techno are twins, the reader is the youngest of the family with Tubbo being 1 year older than Tommy, and Tommy is 2-3 years older than the reader. The first part of the chapter takes place the day after the last chapter.

TW: none

Ao3 version:

Waking up, you find yourself sleeping on a nice soft couch in the living room. You lay on top of Wilbur, him holding you closely as he peacefully slept. Hearing someone cooking in the kitchen, you look around the room and see right next to the couch there is a small table with an unlit candle and a kid’s bedtime book next to it.

When falling asleep, you remember Phil, your new dad, reading you that same book, and remember him blowing out the candle light and going out of the living room and up the stairs.

Throughout the night, you also remember seeing various phantoms at the windowsill, checking in throughout the night to see if you are okay. Luckily, you knew that the sunlight didn’t hurt you like normal phantoms, though your eyes get really foggy if you stay in the sun too long. Phil had already tested to see if you were impervious to the sun at dawn while you were sleeping, happy to see that you were alright.

You clutched the warm blankets that cover you, the warmth comforting you from the cold from last night. You can’t really believe it. Just when you thought your life was over, someone came to save you and brought a family along with him. You smiled at the thought of finally having a family that you’ll remember, hopefully.

As you look at the floor, you hear moving from behind the couch. You then see Techno looking over the cushions saying, “Heya y/n.”, and then picking you up and holding you, carefully so as to not wake his twin, bringing you over to the kitchen.

Once you and your brother get there, you see Phil cooking eggs and pancakes in the kitchen. Techno sat you up on a high chair, patting your head and then going over to a cabinet. “Hey dad, since y/n is half phantom, do you think they can eat normal human food?” As he asked that, Phil looked up, contemplating.

“Well, we’ll see. Try some small food and if they don’t like any, I’ll go to the library today and see what Phantoms eat. If there’s one on human-Phantom hybrids, then great. I’ll also go there and find info on Phantom wings and such so that we can properly take care of them.”

Techno did as told and got out some yogurt. Opening one of the small tubs, he got out a small spoon and scooped up a little bit of it. He put the spoon to your lips, waiting for you to open your mouth. You sniff the concoction, it smelling actually not as bad as you thought.

Eating it, you get yogurt everywhere. Techno has just now remembered what a bib is, so he spent a lot of the morning cleaning everything as you play with his glasses and ears.

Rubbing his eyes, a yawning Tubbo walks in. He sits at the table, taking a seat next to your high chair, giggling as Techno is on baby duty. Techno gets fed up and picks you up from your chair, making Tubbo hold you. Luckily, you weren’t as dirty as the high chair or Technoblade, so Tubbo had no problem.

Tubbo kept playing with you, with you trying to grab at his small horns and his lamb ears. While you two were playing, Phil had started to set the table with breakfast.

“Techno, could you go wake up Will? I’ll go get Tommy.” Both of them did as so, with Techno going to the couch and Phil going upstairs.

Soon enough, you could hear Tommy running down the stairs, and then almost falling as he got to the bottom step. Wilbur was already at the table, helping Techno and Phil put the food on it. Tommy ran to his seat opposite of Tubbo, ready to eat his favorite breakfast.

“Hello big man, you ready to eat?” You let out a series of babbles at him, not understanding what he said, but assumed that it was positive. “I hope to gods they won’t pick up on your “big man” phrase. It’s so annoying.” Wilbur claimed, condescending as he sat at one end of the table closest to you. “I think it’d be quite funny, though.” Tubbo retorted. Tubbo and Tommy then started to try and teach you to make your first word “big man”. Techno sat in the seat opposite of you at the table, annoyed, “Gods, none of you know how to take care of a child. Tubbo, you’re holding them wrong.”

“Damnit. And here comes big man party pooper Technoblade.” The duo groaned as Techno took hold of you and put you back in your high chair. “Aw but can’t they sit on one of our laps?” “No. Unless you want food all over you. They’re a messy eater.” Tubbo sat in a pout, but tilted his head towards you as to let you play with his floppy ears and his horns.

Phil finally sat at the head of the table opposite to Wilbur, with everything ready. This seemed to be a signal to the boys, leading them to get their food. In the middle of it, Tommy almost started a food fight with Techno. He slingshot a piece of the scrambled eggs with it landing on Techno’s glasses. Sadly, he had to stop his chaos for Phil used his signature dad stare, and he pouts in his seat while Technoblade wiped his glasses, giving Tommy a death stare.

(This is how they sat:

[ID: A digital illustration of an empty rectangle. On the short right side is a white box with a written “Phil” in green text inside it. On the top long side, there are two white boxes. The left box has a written “y/n” in white text in it and the left has a written “Tubbo” in green text. On the opposite side, there are also two white boxes. The left one has a written “Techno” in pink text inside it and the right has a written “Tommy” in red text. The short left side of the rectangle also has a white box but with a written “Wilbur” in beige text. /End ID.]

Wilbur and Tubbo sat snickering while you were playing with Wil’s glasses which you stole but Wilbur didn’t seem to care. Luckily, you weren’t too rough with them, else they would break and Wilbur would be sad.

You were so happy with your new family. Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and now you. It was great, and you never wanted it to change. You hoped that you wouldn’t eat your words in the future.

After breakfast, Wilbur carried you up to his room. Phil thought it’d be a good idea if you spent quality time with your new brothers for the day to get to know them better and first up was Wilbur.

Wilbur ranted to you about various songs that he’s been writing, along with showing you how to play the guitar even though he knows you can’t really understand. He played you a few songs, almost lulling you to sleep. He even let you try and make a song with him, which actually didn’t turn out half bad.

After you spent time with Wilbur, you spent time with Tubbo. Tubbo and you spent time outside of the house and in the garden. He showed you his love for bees, along with him telling you a bunch of insect facts and insects that scurried or flew to the flowers or the trees.

After Tubbo came Tommy. Tommy went out with you into the woods surrounding the house, of course with supervision from Phil’s crows, though they did nothing but egg him on into doing dangerous stunts and parkour. Tommy and you ran across the various creeks and dipped your feet in the water. Tommy almost got bit by a snake, but you both luckily got away with you on his shoulders. Of course, Tommy got lectured by Phil afterwards for trying to square up with a literal bear.

And after Tommy was Techno. Techno and you spent time in his room, him braiding your hair and reading you Greek mythology books. His calm, soothing voice put you in a state of extreme calmness, especially with you sitting in his arms. He also told you about the various techniques in sword fighting, along with showing you his handheld weapon and potion collections that he kept in his surprisingly large closet, secret from Phil.

By sunset, you had spent all your time with the bros, but now you get to spend time with your father. Time with him was breathtaking, literally. He flew with you above the sky, and taught you a little on how to fly with your phantom wings. You both flew down a little while after the sun set below the horizon and the stars arrived, you and Phil exhausted from the flight.

You and your family then did a story night. You sat in Techno’s lap, with him reading a few Greek stories, lulling you and the others to sleep, and eventually himself.

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