#please don’t make the Papas something stupid

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…are people actually debating whether the Papas are Italian?

While I don’t think it’s ever canonically established, given that Tobias is a pop cultural italophile and the majority of catholic popes have been Italian, and Ghost’s lore has it parodying and subverting Catholicism, I think it makes sense that they are…?

Besides, I think his accent sounds Italian—more so before Papa Emeritus IV, but even Cardinal Copia sounds very Italian to me.

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The Family Business Ch.7

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Ch. Notes: Angst, Violence, Emotional, translations: Moye ditya= my child moye serdtse= my heart

Summary: Y/n, Wanda, and Pietro are forced to prepare for the worst after learning of the one on one meeting Dragos has set up with Kingpin.

An: Hey 🫣, Please don't be mad. It feels wrong to say I hope you enjoy this one but... I hope we can recover from this together 💜

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The sound of your office door slamming was enough to startle some of the other employees working. You were relatively good at keeping your cool, but your skin felt like it was on fire. Your fists keep clenching and unclenching, trying to find some outlet for the anger.

Pietro and Wanda watch carefully from outside your door as you try to subdue your anger. Wanda wants to go in and comfort you, but Pietro stops her.

“She doesn’t need you to go in there and coddle her,” he speaks to his sister.

“Well, I’m not planning to just watch her like this,” Wanda tries again, but Pietro’s grip on her becomes firmer.

“Wanda she’s not the same- “

Wanda cuts him off, “Y/n told me, that anything I want to know about her can come directly from her. So, if you want to stand out here and watch her suffer, that’s on you. However, I’m checking on our friend.”

Wanda softly raps on the door before entering your office. You don’t move, it’s like she’s not even there. Not until she’s kneeling on the floor next to you. Her hand rests gently on your knee.

“Talk to me little krolik,” it’s soft, merely a suggestion. Wanda is content with the silence, but she wanted to give you the option to talk.

“Wanda she’s not in the mood to-”

Pietro is cut off, by your eyes locking on his. The gaze is harsh enough to shut him up immediately. Even though tears are building behind your eyes, anger seems to be the primary emotion coursing through your body.

“I can’t believe he’s doing this,” you speak not looking at either sibling. “It’s reckless, it’s careless, it’s naïve. Why would he put himself in danger like this? Does he not know that we need him?”

“Papa is doing what he thinks is best to avoid war,” Pietro states, though he barely believes his own words.

“Or he’s giving Kingpin the opportunity to start it with a bang,” you counter.

Wanda takes a sharp breath, “All we can do is prepare for the worst.”

“Wanda, you don’t think that papa will be, okay?” There’s something in Pietro’s tone that sounds fragile. He sounds like a scared little boy. You had almost forgotten that he could sound that way.

“We all think he’s making a mistake. There will be consequences and fallout regardless of the outcome. Papa seems to think he’s preventing a war, but the true war has already started. Kingpin is flipping our associates, encroaching on our properties, and trying to make us a non-factor. The war is here. If he does anything stupid during this meeting, we could end up without a leader.”

“Vulnerable to attacks, we could lose everything,” you add, rubbing your temples.

“What are we going to do?”

Your hand absent-mindedly finds Wanda’s that rests on your knee. You play with her digits as you speak, “If anything happens to Dragos we can’t afford to fall back or lay low. Kingpin and everyone else will assume we are weak and that would be the end of us. We’d have to make a power play, something to show that we are and always will be on top.”

Wanda takes in your features as you speak. Your eyes are hard, and your jaws clenched. There’s a vein along your neck that’s pulsing with your words. As tense as you look, there’s something so calm around you. The hand that’s playing with Wanda’s fingers moves delicately across her knuckles, a complete contrast to the rest of your body language. Wanda thinks you look like a leader.

“We can make an example out of someone?” Pietro hypothesizes.

Wanda adds in her thoughts, “Or something.”

“The docks. We’re getting out shipments primarily through planes and trains, but everyone else uses the docks,” you begin to explain.

“If we target the docks, which means people would have no choice but to come through us for their goods,” Wanda finishes your thoughts.

Pietro is in disbelief, “You guys want to blow up the docks?”

“We could blow them up or we could just make them unable to be used,” Wanda offers a different option.

“Oil spill; stopped the ports for months in California a few years back. No materials could be sent through and the stuff at the docks had to be thrown out because of contamination,” you try to suggest, but it sounds like you made up your mind.

Wanda nods, “I could send Natasha some resources and she could make this concrete enough to put into motion.”

“She’d need to have this ready in potentially 2 to 3 days. If something happens at that meeting, we will need to have this ready quickly.” You begin typing on your computer, to see if you can locate any ships transporting oil passing through in the next few days.

“What can I do?” Pietro asks.

“You need to support Natasha. Wanda’s going to be sending her a lot of information and if you’re there to go over the nuisances it’ll make things easier for everyone.”

“I can head over now,” he says, and you give him a curt nod. He leaves the room once again leaving just you and Wanda.

Wanda breaks the silence, “You’re a natural leader, little krolik.”

You blush at her words and shake your head, “I’m just trying to make sure this empire that your family built doesn’t fall apart. It’s the least I could do after all that you’ve done for me.”

“Our family; you are a part of it,” Wanda corrects you.

“Flora and Dragos are the parents that mine couldn’t be. I know they’re your actual parents and that maybe it's selfish of me to worry, but if anything were to happen to either of them; I don’t know what I’d do,” your hands shoot up to cover your eyes.

You don’t want your tears to fall in front of her. Wanda had seen you cry a lot when you were younger, softer, but this version of yourself; she didn’t cry. She was supposed to be able to hold her emotions. However, the thought of losing the man that had given her everything in this world, was terrifying to her.

Wanda is gentle as she runs a hand through your hair, “It’s a scary thought, losing mama or papa. I’ve thought about it a lot, and it never becomes less scary. The only thing that helps is that I know I won’t have to feel this way on my own.”

“I hate that we have to talk about him like he’s already dead,” your hands stay over your eyes.

“Me too.”

Wanda’s hand in your hair is the only thing keeping you from breaking down. The speaker in your office breaks the building silence.

“Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Maximoff has just left,” you hear Kate’s voice announce.

“Thanks for letting me know Katie,” you answer her, as you feel the gravity of the situation set in.

“Y/n… there’s a car in the parking garage with his destination programmed into the GPS,” Kate gives you the information and your ears perk up.

“Kate, did you-”

“Perks of setting up a meeting is knowing exactly where it is. If you go now, you can tail him at a respectable distance just to make sure he’s safe.”

You waste no time getting out of your seat, “God Katie, you’re the best.”

“Anything for you Y/nn and anything for the family of course.”

With Pietro already out of the office, it would be just Wanda and yourself tailing Dragos. When you got to the car Kate had ready for you, Wanda offers to drive. You let her and take the passenger seat quickly texting Pietro the location of the meeting but telling him to stay put unless you message him again.

Your leg bounces recklessly as Wanda drives. The nerves you worked hard to tame seem to be back in full force. The ride feels uncharacteristically quiet, but there isn’t much to say.

“So, you and Kate?” Wanda breaks the silence.

If you weren’t so stressed maybe you’d laugh, “You sound just like your wife. Kate is just my friend, that’s all.”

“I’m just curious. You’ve grown into quite the young women, I’m sure you’ve had a long line of lovers,” Wanda speaks nonchalantly.

You can feel your ears heat at her comment, “I’ve been on some dates, but they don’t usually stick around.”

Wanda’s eyebrows raise as she keeps eye focus on the road, “My little krolik is a player then?”

You sputter, “I am not.”

“It sounds to me like you go on few dates, get what you want, and move on to the next,” Wanda’s eyes cut briefly to you.

“You need to stop getting information about me from Pietro, he’s delusional,” you shake your head, face nearly red with embarrassment.

“Then enlighten me.”

You sigh, “I go on the date, it’s just fine, and then I go another date. It’s just that simple.”

“You sound rather unhappy with that.”

You shrug, “This line of work, it’s dangerous. Anything can happen to me, and I have to date someone that I think could handle that. If I don’t think they can, then dating them would be a waste of both of our time. Not all of us can find a hot Russian spy.”

Wanda’s hand rests on your knee, “I suppose not, but I know there’s someone out there for you. You’ve always been a catch Y/n, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

It was easier to run with the narrative that there were other fish in the sea when Wanda wasn’t around. Having her back here was stirring up emotions inside of you. You thought that your liking to Wanda was simply teenage hormones, but you aren’t a teenager anymore. It’s been two days of having Wanda back and you can feel your feelings for her returning in full force.

“Less on my love life, and more on protecting Dragos,” you refocus on the task at hand.

When you’re close to the location, you recognize it as an abandoned construction site. You can see two other cars parked side by side further ahead.

“Park there,” you point out a secluded area where the car won’t be spotted.

Wanda does as you say. As soon as the car stops, you’re exiting it. In your heart you want to run to search for Dragos, but professionally you know that’s not the call.

You and Wanda walk cautiously though the site, the sand around made the walking a more difficult than solid concrete.

You went to take a step, but Wanda’s hand on your shoulder pulls you down into a crouching position. Following her line of sight, you see Dragos and Kingpin talking. You can’t necessarily hear them, but you can tell it’s not a pleasant conversation.

You look around hoping to find a spot close enough to hear, but not close enough to draw attention to yourself. Before you can find anything, Wanda’s hand slips in yours and she’s tugging you along.

She finds a spot with the criteria you were looking for. You two can now hear the conversation between the two men.

“Wilson, I’m telling you, you don’t want this war,” Dragos tries to reason with the man.

“Why not, Maximoff? I ain’t got nothing to lose, but I’ve got everything to gain,” his laugh makes your hand twitch.

You could pull out your gun right now and shoot Fisk in the head. Your hand goes to grab your gun, but Wanda stops you. She’s not even looking at you. Her eyes are scanning around, to make sure you are the only other people here.

“Fisk, I will put you down if you step out of line again.”

“With what army old man? I’ve been taking your allies and gathering your enemies. Step down gracefully and maybe I’ll let you keep some of your business,” Fisk takes a step towards Dragos.

“You’re not taking the empire that I built.”

He sticks out his pinky, showing off his big ring, “It’s time to kiss the ring, Maximoff. It’s time for the kingpin to take his rightful spot at the head of the table.”

“Over my dead body,” Dragos doesn’t back down.

“I knew you would say something like that.”

It happens fast. The gun goes off and instinctively your hand goes over Wanda’s mouth. The cry that was leaving her lips died in it’s spot. Fisk aims his gun again at Dragos’s head but before he can pull the trigger, your other hand starts to shoot at him.

Your hands are shaking, but the shots are enough to cause Kingpin to run away.

“Call the police, go check on him. I’m chasing the bastard,” you don’t give her a chance to protest.

By the time you get back to where the cars were parked, Kingpin’s car is gone. You can’t help it but slam your fist against the nearest pole. You run back to where Wanda is.

Once your next to Wanda and Dragos you take a knee. The man is struggling to breathe with a bullet lodged into his sternum. Wanda shakes as she runs her fingers through his hair and tells him he will be ok.

You’re trying to stay strong, but the tears have already begun to fall. Dragos hand reaches for yours and you let him take it. His grip is weak, and it causes you to lose your composure.

“Papa, I’m sorry- I should’ve shot faster,” you speak what could possibly be your last words to the man who had given you a better life.

He looks at Wanda and then at you. It’s mangled, but he says, “T-take care o-of each other."

“Papa these are not your final words, stop acting like they are. The paramedics are coming, you are going to leave. You have to live,” Wanda snaps at the man.

“You’re m-mother will ne-ver forgive me f-for this,” he wheezes.

“As long as you're breathing, she will forgive you,” you respond.

He laughs but ends up coughing up his own blood. Dragos squeezes your hand, “I’m proud- of both of y-you. Wanda, moye serdtse I- have always believed in y-you. Y/n, moye ditya, I loved b-being your Papa.”

You see his eyes fluttering and you make eye contact with Wanda, “How long did they say Wanda?”

“30 minutes.”

You shake you head, “That’s not fast enough. We have to go now.”

“Y/n-"

“We don’t have time to argue, Wanda. Help me lift him,” you say steeling your nerves.

“Y/n we-”

“HELP ME LIFT HIM.” You weren’t asking anymore.

You start to lift the older man hearing him groan slightly. It’s a good sign, he’s still living. Wanda helps reluctantly. Once you’re at the car, you’re sweating, but you keep moving. You lay him across the back seat.

“You stay in the back with him,” you tell Wanda, getting in the driver’s seat.

As soon as she’s in the car you step on the gas. It’s something akin to the high-speed chase but the stakes are higher. You swerve through traffic and backstreets as much as you can. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins. All you could think about was saving Dragos.

“Wanda, how is he?” You call back to her knowing you had about 5 minutes until the hospital.

“His breaths are shallow Y/n. His eyes are closing,” she updates you with a shaky voice.

“Papa, Wanda’s going to squeeze your hand, squeeze back if you can. Keep squeezing until we get you there,” Your voice is raised but you aren’t yelling.

Wanda puts her hand in her father’s. He squeezes it gently, the pressure is weak, but it’s there.

You continue to swerve around traffic but each minute his grasp grows weaker. You pull into the emergency parking section at the hospital and start to scream for help.

People start to crowd around your car, and everything seems like it’s moving too fast. People are getting Dragos from your car. Wanda is in hysterics as it seems like dozens of people start wheeling her father away. You sit at the wheel of the car unable to move, unable to think.

You make the calls, so Wanda doesn’t have to. It doesn’t take long for the family to get to the hospital. They’re all wrecks. The Maximoff’s all have identical puffy red eyes as they hope to hear something from the doctor.

“You aren’t going to sit with them,” It’s Natasha who takes a seat next to you.

You shake your head, “I can’t, not right now. They need their space.”

“You’ve shed just as many tears as them lisichka,” Natasha cautiously brings her finger to your face wiping a stray tear.

“You should be comforting your wife, not me,” you say to her.

“She’s not the one sitting away from her family mourning alone when it isn’t necessary,” Natasha stands and extends her hand to you.

For awhile you just stare, but she’s unrelenting. You sigh taking her hand, it’s not soft like you expected it to be. It’s a little rough and warm, but it brings you comfort all the same.

Natasha sits next to Wanda, and you take a seat next to Pietro. Instantly his arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you close. The action breaks you as you bury your head into his chest and begin to silently sob.

He places a kiss on the top of your head and rubs your back. It makes you feel like a kid again. It had been so long since you needed something like this. The adrenaline was wearing off and all you were left with was an empty feeling.

You start to mumble that you’re sorry against your friend as your body softly shakes.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” Flora calls to you from her seat next to Pietro.

You do as she says, “This isn't your fault.  There's nothing you could've done.”

You open your mouth to protest, but the woman gives you a stern look. It quiets you, but you continue to feel guilty.

“Stop thinking so much. We don't know anything until the doctors tell us,” You wipe your tears at her words.

“Yes, mama,” you say it without realizing and when you do, your face heats up.

Flora opens her arms for you, and you switch from Pietro to her. Her hug is warm and strong. She wipes the tears from your face and looks at you with caring eyes.

“Everything will be ok moye ditya,” her words bring you great comfort.

“Family of Dragos Maximoff,” the doctor calls out and you all stand swiftly.

This is the moment of truth. You pray that you acted fast enough; that he would be ok. The somber look on the doctor’s face crushes those dreams instantly.

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Will wakes up to Pierce the Veil, this morning.

He buries his head in his pillow and screams as loud as he can.

Of course, it does nothing. The music is playing inside his head, because his father is the most annoying being ever to pop into existence. Apollo’s children get whatever song suits their father’s current mood — not a good sign that it’s emo today, fuck — blasted directly into their cranium as the sun crests over the horizon, every single day, just so they know how much their dear papa is thinking of them.

Will, however, is head counsellor. And as head counsellor, he gets his daily brain torture exactly one half hour before the sun rises, because fuck him, apparently.

Has he not been through enough.

He screams again, quieter this time, conscientious of his still-sleeping siblings. The song does not go away. It will not go away until he is on his feet, any chance of unconsciousness having swiftly betrayed him.

The creaky floorboards groan in protest as he slams onto them, not bothering to remove himself from his blankets before rolling onto the floor. He considers remaining there, in the fetal position, strangling himself in his tangled sheets, for twelve point three seconds. Then he remembers he has a stupid shift in the stupid infirmary that he stupid runs, and forces himself to get up.

“Being alive is a prison,” he laments hoarsely. It has, tragically, considerably less effect when there is no one awake to hear his complaints, because it is four forty-two in the godsdamn mcshitting fucking morning.

His father is not getting so much as a grape as an offering today. He’s going to scrape an entire plate for Auntie Artemis.

He takes an extra-long time brushing his teeth, spitefully determined to be two minutes late for his shift. No one will notice, because no one is awake. The thought soothes him.

Nine minutes to his shift, he forces himself out of the bathroom and pads over to his dresser. He has no surgeries planned, today, so he’s not gonna bother with the scrubs, and he’s gotta do inventory, so he needs pockets. He picks out his head medic shirt and his lucky cargo shorts and starts to dress himself, squeezing his eyes shut to try and force his muscles into keeping him awake. He can do this. It’s fine. He’s got training with Nico today, so that’s something he can look forward to. If he can distract Kayla and her teasing mouth with training Gracie, he can ogle all he pleases as the son of Hades attempts, for the ninetieth time, to teach him how to use a sword without beheading himself. It’ll be great.

He barely manages to swallow back a shriek when he misses the leg hole for his shorts and goes sprawling.

Fuck mornings. This is an omen. He should go the fuck back to sleep.

As if hearing his thoughts, the stupid song in his head blasts louder. It’s hard to make out the words with all the screaming and drums and all, but he’s almost certain he hears the lyrics, don’t you dare!

“Al-right,” he snaps, scowling. “I’m going, I’m going. Lemme get my damn shirt on, yeesh.”

It takes him a second to find the head hole in the dark — because the godsdamn sun is not up yet — but after a minute of fumbling he manages.

He realizes, the second he tugs it over his chest, that something is wrong.

“What the —”

Now, Will orders his shirts in bulk. He has to. He’s the only one wearing them, after all, and the sheer amount of times per day that he is covered in bodily fluids is a number he chooses, for sake of his sanity, not to count. He is well used to the process of ordering his shirts along with other linen and infirmary supplies. Every fortnight, without fail, he orders a set of orange Head Medic t-shirts one size too big, because it gives him a little breathing room without being too baggy.

When he pulls on this shirt, however, it practically clings to his skin. He can practically feel the fabric groaning as it stretches over his broad shoulders.

And, worst of all — the hem barely brushes the edge of his ribcage.

“Austin,” he growls, practically lunging for his drawer to inspect the rest of them.

As he suspected, each one of them has shrunk. If it weren’t for the Head Medic decal printed across them in bold, Will would assume his laundry was mixed up with Yan’s.

“Why do I still try to assign him laundry duty,” he hisses, cursing himself for his oversight. He’s been busy lately — he didn’t do a very thorough job writing this week’s chore chart. He must’ve put Austin on laundry, and Austin is never allowed to do laundry, because for whatever reason, no matter what he does, he ruins someone’s clothes.

“Fuck!”

His watch beeps at him, LED display reading five o’clock. His shift has already started. All of his shirts are shrunk, and he’s out of time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He shoves his feet into a pair of flipflops, sprinting for the infirmary. Hopefully, today is on the warmer side, or else he’s going to freeze, on top of looking ridiculous. Fuck.

———

Thankfully, the first couple hours of his shift are blissfully empty and quiet. With no one to distract him, he manages to finish the laundry list of chores he’s been putting off the last week — nectar and ambrosia restock, cabinet reordering, file sorting, et cetera. He has the place spick and span in under ninety minutes.

Unthankfully, he starts to get bored fast.

Feeling an awful lot like his father, which is unfortunate, he begins to slip into what his siblings call “the dramatics” (and what Will calls rational emotional responses, but, take some, lose some). Without his permission, he begins to glance at the door every few minutes, disappointed every time no one is there. He spins around his desk chair, kicking half-heartedly at the desk. He sighs, once or twice, with a tone that he would call tastefully bored and Lou Ellen might label as histrionic. After a half hour, there is on his face, Will cannot deny, a pretty big pout.

In his defense, he can hear the sounds of the rest of the camp waking up through the open windows: laughter, cursing, yawning, Drew chasing her siblings around the camp with her knife, shrieking, promises to return stolen hair straighteners, begging for mercy. Morning sounds. Familiar sounds.

“Ugh,” he mumbles, sinking back into his chair. Then, for good measure, he frowns harder and repeats with more feeling: “Ugh.”

As if summoned by his yearning, disparaging loneliness, the little bell by the door rings as someone stumbles in. Will brightens, jumping to his feet.

“Hi!

“Hey, Will, could I get some ambrosia, Sebastian stole Drew’s straightener and she — woah.” Mitchell freezes. “Um. Woah. Huh?”

Will rushes over to the supply cabinet. “Yeah, of course! I heard the screeching, did she stab him fully or just slash him? Should I come over? Should he come here?”

“Hnngh,” Mitchell says.

Will frowns, hands stilling on the ambrosia. “Mitchell? Are you okay?” He tilts his head. “You’re — really red, dude, maybe you should —”

“I! Hngh! Am fine!” Mitchell shouts, scrambling back from Will’s outstretched hand. He won’t meet Will’s eyes. “Actually, Will, you know what? Sebastian needs to learn, actually, and he’s barely even bleeding, so I’m gonna —” He stumbles backwards, knocking his head into the doorframe. “I’m just going to! You keep that, Will, I’ll chest you — see! I will see you later! Goodbye!”

He turns away and flees, leaving Will alone, again, with a container of ambrosia hanging limply in his fingers.

“That was weird,” he mumbles, and turns to put it back away.

———

Mitchell is far from the first Incident — capitalised, because they are indeed Incidents — of the day.

Maybe a half hour after Mitchell leaves, two more Aphrodite campers walk in. Will smiles, turning to greet them, but before he can even say anything, they shriek in unison and sprint off. As silly as he knows it is, a bubble of hurt begins to bloom in his chest — is everyone actually avoiding him today? Or does it just feel like they are?

(The ADHD makes it hard to tell. He gets his feelings hurt really easily, and constantly has to remind himself what is and isn’t rejection. It doesn’t help that he sometimes feels trapped, as one of the only campers with vitakinesis and therefore constantly in the infirmary. It’s hard not to feel a little isolated. But usually, he’s got his friends and his siblings to remind him he’s not alone. Hopefully, today is just a fluke.)

Nobody else comes into the infirmary during breakfast. Will eats the oatmeal one of the nymphs brings him, smiling at her and thanking her profusely — he hadn’t realized how hungry he was. She leaves pretty quickly, too, but a lot of the nymphs are kinda squeamish around the infirmary, so Will doesn’t think too much of it. In fact, he‘s put most of his shitty morning behind him until Kayla walks in for the start of her shift.

“Huh,” she says, after a solid minute of staring.

Will shifts defensively. “What?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Just preparing for our day, brother dear, pay no mind.”

“You are so strange,” he mutters, but he’s long since given up on trying to understand her.

For the next hour, things are almost normal. He and Kayla chat as the freshen up the linen on the cots, treating the odd camper who comes in for lava wall burns or sword scrapes. The infirmary is rarely ever empty once the camp activities start, but in terms of numbers, today’s a pretty slow day. Will starts to feel fidgety pretty quickly.

“Oh, ho ho ho.”

Will grins when he hears his friend’s voice, shoving his clipboard aside and standing to greet them. Lou Ellen and Cecil linger by the door, matching grins on their faces. (Which, usually, would be cause for great alarm, but Will is so bored and so happy to see them that he decides, just this one time, that whomever they’ve just robbed will just have to be an unfortunate victim. Hopefully it wasn’t anything too valuable.)

“Hey, guys! Please tell me you can stay for a bit. I’ve still got a few hours left of my shift and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Of course we’ll stay, Willy,” Cecil says innocently. “How could we refuse with such a wonderful view?”

Will is too happy to bother correcting him about his name.

There’s not much to do, so the three of them sit by the nurse’s station and chat. If anyone asks, they’re talking strategy for the upcoming capture the flag game, but really, Lou Ellen heard Damien White from Nike and Chiara Benvenuti from Tyche arguing behind the canoe shed again, so they’re talking shit.

“I honestly don’t get what she sees in him,” Lou Ellen whispers, and Will is nodding fervently, “Right? I mean if she’s happy then good for her, obviously, but come on —”

“Hey, Will?”

Will leans around Cecil, looking for who called him. A group of maybe nine campers crowd around the door, all standing behind one of Cecil’s sisters, Julia. Many of them are giggling.

“We, uh, totally need your help.”

“Here we go,” mutters Cecil. Lou Ellen starts snickering.

Will hardly hears them, absentmindedly grabbing his stethoscope and toolkit.

“What happened? Was there a fight, do you need —”

“Rosamie’s leg is, like, super sprained.” Julia gestures to a younger girl behind her. “We got her this far, but she needs you to lift her to a cot so she can rest.”

“Hermes’ fucking wings,” Cecil says under his breath.

“O….kay,” Will says slowly. “Did you…all need to come for that?”

“My heartbeat is all weird,” pipes up a boy from the back. “I need you to look at that.”

“And I need a band-aid!”

“I broke a nail.”

Their voices start clambering over each other, rapidly getting louder. Will holds up a hand, silencing them.

“Okay, okay, I hear you. If you’re fine to walk, head on over to a cot, I’ll be with you in a minute. Julia, can you help Rosamie —”

“Can’t,” blurts Julia quickly. She holds up her arm after a beat if hesitation. “Totally pulled a muscle. You’ll have to carry her.”

Will furrows his brow. It’s Mitchell all over again.

“Okay, I guess.”

Unwilling to have a group of campers loitering by the doorway any longer, Will gets it over with, scooping up Rosamie with a hand under her knees and behind her back and carrying her to the nearest cot. Will knows that everyone experiences pain differently, but she seems awfully giggly for someone whose leg is apparently sprained.

A cacophony of giggles erupt as he sets her down.

“Gods, Will, do you work out?”

Will flushes. “I do the same training as everyone else, I guess.”

“Cool.”

Will looks at them strangely. How is that cool? He glanced back at his friends, eyebrows raised, but they’re hunched over the station, badly biting back laughter.

“Maybe everyone’s got the flu, or something?” he mutters to himself, even though he knows that’s not true.

He makes quick work of healing the group of campers. Most of them are fine — he couldn’t even find a sprain on Rosamie, but wrapped her knee anyway in case there was more pain. They left as quickly as they came, giggling to each other and running down the porch.

Without even a minute between, another group of campers barged in, just as giggly as the first.

The rest of his shift is chaotic. People practically pour into the infirmary, all with minor, barely there injuries — and all of them demand Will’s help.

Will is no stranger to busy days, but this is nothing he’s ever seen.

“I don’t get it,” Will remarks to his sister in a rare minute of calm, totally bewildered. “It’s like everyone’s suddenly got glass bones.”

Kayla blinks at him. He stares back at her, wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” she drawls, after a minute. She looks him up and down. “What a deeply confounding mystery this is.”

Twelve campers rush in before he can ask her what she’s talking about.

By the time Will manages to escape, it’s an hour past the end of his shift, and he’s crawling out the window in the back office of the Big House to avoid the crowd of people at the front door.

“Solace? What are you doing?”

Will yelps, losing his delicate balance and falling face first into the flowerbed. Low, raspy laughter curls around the air, and Will goes bright red.

“Just let me pass away,” he mutters, curling around a crushed daisy.

Nico snorts. “You are such a drama queen. Here.”

After another quick second of wallowing, Will takes his offered hand, letting him pull him to his feet. His shorts are smeared in dirt and there are flowers in his hair. Frantically, and uselessly, he tries to brush himself off.

“…Damn,” says Nico slowly. When Will chances a peek, he finds his friend looking him over, slowly dragging his eyes from head to toe. If at all possible, he goes even redder. “So it is true. You are walking around half-naked today.” Nico grins, wide and wolfish and teasing, and Will genuinely has to grab the wall behind him to keep upright. “No wonder the rest of camp has been so empty.”

“Is that what it is?” Will cries. “The infirmary has been — packed! All day! And no one has been hurt! They’ve been — they came for —”

“I think they came to watch the show, Solace.”

Will lets out an agonised wail. Alongside the flush so bright it puts his father’s cows to shame, he feels himself start to glow, like an flaming beacon of idiot.

“They’ve been demanding I carry them around places!” He looks at Nico, aghast. “I’ve been doing it!”

For a moment, Nico tries bravely and valiantly to keep a straight face. But then Will remembers the camper who told him he lost feeling in his hands and asked Will to hold his biceps to try and get them back, and his face must absolutely crumple in mortification, because Nico loses it.

“Zeus, Hera, and Hades,” he gasps, doubled over. “Oh my gods, Will, your face, you —” He cracks up again. Genuine tears pour down his face. Sometimes he manages to calm himself down, but then all he has to do is look at Will’s horrified grimace and he breaks down again, until he is literally writhing on the ground, holding his stomach.

“Oh — oh gods, I’m gonna — I think I’m gonna throw up —”

“I hope you choke on it,” Will says hotly. “I won’t help you. I will let you die. You’re a horrible friend.”

Nico shrieks again. Will has never seen him laugh this hard, ever, which is wildly unfair because he’s been practicing jokes with Piper in an attempt to see him smile more often, and this is what finally gets him?

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, Solace,” Nico sighs, finally starting to calm down for real. The smile on his face doesn’t go anywhere. “Help me up.”

Will pouts. “Whatever.” He should leave Nico there to rot, but he reluctantly clasps their palms together and yanks him upright. He goes to pull away, but Nico squeezes his wrist, holding fast.

Will stares at him with wide eyes. Slowly, his wide smile thins into a crooked, downright dangerous smirk.

Will goes weak at the knees.

“I know you’re going to go get a bunch of new shirts immediately,” he murmurs, and honestly, who gave him the right to a voice like that? Huh? Who did Will piss off? What does he need to do to make amends? “But, well.” He glances down, then back up, smirk widening. “If you wanted to wear that shirt when you’re ogling at me during training, I wouldn’t mind. Might even the playing field.”

And then, because the gods actually hate him, Nico winks. He lets go of Will’s wrist and saunters off without another word, idly swinging his sword as he whistles.

Will crawls back into the flower bed, face plants in the dirt, and yells for ten whole minutes.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐈𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when charles needs someone to turn to it’s his mother who can help provide him with the insight he needs to try and find the solution to mend his relationship with you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, mentions of arguments, some fluff

𝐚/𝐧: here we are chapter 5 and this time we are doing a little charles pov hehe and we are still in the angst phase but don’t worry i promise things will turn around soon, this is a smaller chapter again🫶🏻

𝐰𝐜: 900 something?

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Twenty Four hours that was the amount of time that passed until Charles was crawling at the walls, beginning to go crazy at the unanswered calls and texts he’d been sending to you since you walked out of the door. Arthur could only help his brother so much before he deemed it an issue for Maman Leclerc to handle, and Charles was starting to see that too. Truth be told this was the last thing he wanted to happen to his family, he hated himself for getting so angry and so loud with you, his angel, his wife. 

If there was one thing Charles wasn’t it was a hateful man, he had so much love to give and share with you, seeing your face crumple and the tears that rolled down your face was enough to have him kicking himself in the ass. He almost felt stupid as he pulled into the driveway of his mothers, getting out of his car only to freeze as you walked out with Matteo.

“Papa, Papa!!!” the toddler squealed excitedly 

“Bonjour petit prince”

He watched as you let go of his hand so he could run over to hug him, Charles was quick to pick Matteo up and press a few kisses to his face 

“Papa play please?”

“No baby, I can’t play right now, maybe later okay? You go home with maman alright?”

The two year old frowned not understanding why he couldn’t play with his dad, but held his arms out for you to take him back, barely glancing at him

“Charles..”

Your voice sounded tired, a slight edge to it which the Monégasque only had himself to blame for that 

“Amour…”

“Not now.”

With that he watched you place Teo in his car seat, quickly getting into the driver’s side door and speeding away from the house, almost like you couldn’t get away from him fast enough, another pang of hurt spreading through him. Blinking back the tears in his eyes, he looked towards the front door where Pascale waited, a knowing look on her face, as soon as Charles reached her she was quick to kiss his cheek and pull him in for a hug.

“Mon Charlie, tu as l’air tellement bleu” 

“Parce que j’ai le blues, maman.”

Charles followed his mother into the house, taking a seat on the couch while Pascale got them both a cup of tea, just how he liked it of course. Silence filling the air as he figured out what to say, where to start, shame quick to cloud his brain as soon as he began to think too hard.

“Seems like you both had a little trouble recently?”

He was quick to look up at his mother, the worry in her eyes enough to let him know she knew everything already 

“I fucked up maman…I-I”

“Chérie you made a mistake and it can be fixed, you know Y/N, she loves you so much despite how she is feeling, and I know she feels horribly about how she reacted as well..”

“Really because she acted like she hates me outside.” 

Charles closed his eyes, letting out a breath 

“She is hurting Char, and I know you want to be there for her and help her through it, but I think right now she needs a bit more time to breath, and you do too, so youre staying here with me, you can help me make dinner tonight, your brothers will be here too.”

“Maman..”

Pascale waved her hand 

“Pas de dispute avec moi, tu ne viens plus que rarement me voir pour dîner.”

With that Charles nodded, excusing himself to go up to his old room, letting himself fall against the mattress, he didn’t know what to do, where to go, how to feel, all he knew was he missed you and he missed Matteo. It almost tore his heart apart to see his son’s sad eyes knowing he wasn’t coming home with you like he usually did. 

He felt like a failure as a father and a failure as a husband, but deep down was he a horrible person for wanting to share his passion with his little boy? No, far from, and you knew that, you did which is what gnawed away at you, unbeknownst to Charles. What he did know is he wanted to fix things, and fix things fast because a day without you felt like a lifetime, and it was something he wished to never feel again, even as he stared at the unanswered texts.

▸Charles: can we talk tomorrow…? please

He stared at the screen, patiently, crossing her fingers and hoping to see three dots pop up at the bottom. Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into almost half an hour before his screen lit up, the background you and Matteo when he was first born

▸Amour: okay, just come to the house whenever.

Charles was quick to type back

▸Charles: okay, okay thank you baby! i love you so much..

He didn’t think it was pushing it to text his usual i love you but when you didn’t answer back, he wondered if it was, if he had pushed you already, sending you further away, he only hoped he hadn’t messed up to the point where he really was losing you forever.

It wasn’t until roughly an hour later that his phone screen lit up once more, this time an attachment was sent, a photo of Matteo cuddled up with Charles’s favourite sweater, curled onto your chest a simple ‘we love you too papa❤️’ written below it.

Maybe things would change for the better, maybe there was enough time to fix what had been broken, and to get back to being a family.

ʚlittle karter taglist

@goldenalbon @goldenmclaren @a1leexxa @treehouse-mouse @therealcap @wintfleur

english translations:

bonjour petit prince - hello little prince

mon Charlie, tu as l’air tellement bleu - my charlie, you look so blue

parce que j’ai le blues maman - because i am blue/i have the blues mom

Pas de dispute avec moi, tu ne viens plus que rarement me voir pour dîner - no arguments for me, you rarely come see me for dinner.

[lateatnewyork]

Can you do an angst prop with #8 and #10 with Azriel, I don’t know maybe Azriel spending all his time with Elain because of the three sisters and three brothers thing,but he doesn’t love her, he loves reader but is sure of the 3x3 thingy, leaving you relationship of 300 years in shambles because the bond hasn’t snapped for him yet, but it has for reader, so when she goes to end the relationship it snaps for him, making him panic when she says #10. Make him grovel a lot but please do a happy ending 🥹 I love angst with HEA.

Tolerate It

Azriel x reader, Lucien x sister!reader, Helion x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst with happy ending, subtle mentions of cheating, swearing, Elain slander, ooc elain

Prompts: “You can’t even see how much you hurt me.” , “Our forever seems to have been short-lived” & “This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise.”

Summary: Azriel believes that Elain is his mate, he distances himself from you till you decide to leave him and the bond finally snaps for him.

a/n: heavily based on tolerate it by taylor swift. guys i love Elain but i had to add elain slander to it. if you see any mistakes no you don’t 🤩

I had noticed it, the days when he started coming home late or smelt like jasmine instead of his usual cedar.

But still every single night I waited by the door like a kid, cooked his favourite meals for him. Just for him to say “I ate at Elain’s”.

I can’t even remember the last time he kissed me or told me he loved me. I had found solace in my brother, Lucien, both our mates in love with each other. Not that Azriel knew he was my mate.

It all finally snapped when I heard Azriel talking to Rhysand and I make out the words “Y/N must be lying she can’t be my mate, Elain must be my mate it should be three sisters three brothers.” I don’t wait to hear Rhysand’s response.

Bolting out of the River House sobs wrack my body. I go to Lucien and when he opens the door I collapse in his arms unable to hold it in me anymore. “He said he thinks I’m lying” I mumble out. A fresh wave of tears flowing. “300 years, 300 fucking years” I freely sob this time. “I loved him for 300 years and he says that I’m not his mate”.

“Your love should be celebrated” he assures me.

“My beautiful sister how would you feel if we visit papa?” his voice is a soothing melody. I sniffle and nod “I need to get my stuff from the apartment though, can you come with me?” I mutter. He nods in understanding and rubs my back.

When we reach the shared apartment, there’s a small dim light as I open the door, I see Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel sitting, now all staring at me. “Love, where have you been?” he says going to touch me. I pull away and look to the floor and say “Don’t call me that”.

I head into our bedroom and gather my stuff, walking out I see Lucien waiting at the door for me and Rhysand and Cassian standing next to Azriel. “Rhysand thank you for your hospitality for the past years, but I think it’s time I visit my father,” I say kindly. “What so you’re just leaving us?” Azriel finally speaks up.

“There is no us Azriel” I glare. “You think I’m dumb, you think I don’t know what you think and that you would rather Elain be your mate, you think I don’t know how you smelt like her every time you walked through that door or the fact you haven’t kissed me, touched me or even said I love you to me for past 3 months,” I finally burst, months of pent up anger, frustration, betrayal and what more poured into that.

His brows furrow in confusion. “You can’t even see how much you hurt me,” I scoff lightly. Then I see something switch in his eyes but he masks it as quickly as it was shown.

I say goodbyes to Cassian and Rhysand wishing them and their mates well. Finally I turn around to Azriel and say “Our forever seems to have been short-lived”. With that I walk out the door with Lucien by my side.

Azriel’s POV

I felt the bond snap the second she said her last sentence and left. How could I have been so stupid. I collapsed onto the floor as my brothers came up beside me. “I felt it” I whisper, “The bond”.

The next few days have been living hell I cut off all ties with Elain and went to visit Feyre, she always had the best advice. “Hi Feyre,” I mutter out. “Oh are you here for the portraits Y/N drew of you? She used her best colours for it, they’re really beautiful” More guilt washed through me at those words.

Your POV

2 months later

I have never been happier, yes I still think about Azriel from time to time but my father is rather excellent at taking my mind of that. Though lately it’s been harder as flowers, chocolates and letters of his apology have piled up. But I didn’t care he made his choice.

I head to my father’s court where he had told me to meet as I walk in I hear my father say “Rhysand we might be allies but I will cut off all ties if your spymaster harasses my daughter one more time,”.

Rhysand argues back “But Helion they are mates,”.

“I didn’t see you guys go through all this trouble to get your sister in law to talk to my brother” I say as my gaze narrows in on Elain. “Feyre, Nesta it’s good to see you again, Cass” I nod towards them. “Rhysand what a pleasure, can’t say the same about the other two,”.

Nests snorts out loud, I send an amused smile down her way. “You guys can’t just let her talk to me like that” Elain whined, she fucking had the audacity to whine. “My daughter will speak to you however she wishes,” My dad almost never took on a commanding tone but when he did you best believe everyone shut up. Elain didn’t seem to get the hint and kept whining “Azriel do something,”.

He rolled his eyes, “Elain I don’t like you, I never have how many times do I have to say Rhysand forced me to help you,” I smile a little at that.

My eyes widen as I feel a faint tug from the bond. I couldn’t be. Eyes straying from my father to Azriel, I almost choked on my spit when I saw him smiling.

Gods I missed his smile.

Clearing my throat, “Dad I think it’s ok for me to talk to Azriel, we’ll be in the ballroom.” I say walking praying to the gods that he would follow me.

I let out a breathe of relief when I heard the scrape of a chair. Walking into the ballroom, I turn to him and say “Well don’t be expected to be forgiven so easily, you’ll be expected to apologise”.

I grinned when I heard his response, “Yes Ma’am”.

He reached behind his back and pulled out a glass golden rose the ones I had gotten a plethora of real ones over the last two months.

“What’s this?” I gasp, “It’s a glas golden rose you’re favourite, you can keep it forever, it won’t die just like our love”

“I want you to know that this isn’t just a rose, it’s a promise” he muttered out. I held the rose smiling to myself. “Thank you, it’s beautiful, now explain” I say my gaze hardening.

He took a deep breath and started, “Rhysand had asked me to take care of Elain and it was wrong of me to even assume that you were lying and Elain was my mate, and she had been spraying her perfume onto me every time I left, probably to make you jealous, I’m really sorry my love, but I felt the bond”.

“So you only love me because there’s a bond between us now” I state more than question. “Gods no, I love you more than myself, I love you to the moon and to saturn, I would get down on my knees for you,” he says and I’m shocked to see him actually fall to his knees. “Please take me back love, I miss you so much and so do my shadows,”.

I guide him up and lean to his lips on my tippy toes and kiss him, “Dance with me, princess?”.

“But there’s no music” I giggle as he presses ticklish kisses to my neck. “We don’t need it,” he replies back.

He dips me and I yelp shortly cut off by a kiss, as he pulls away and places us upright again he mutters against my lips “We can do anything in this world as long as we have each other”.

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 6- "you're blushing"- alpha and omega.

As usual thank u to @forlorn-crows for the prompts

And thanks to @ghuleh-recs for the divider!

No warnings apply, just 750 words of alpha and omega flirting (:

“Papa would never say that omega” alpha snorted

Omega chuckled to himself as he wiped the rim of a golden chalice with a cloth, setting it neatly in its place on the table.

“He did! Best guitar player in the entire ministry. Said he wouldn’t have wanted to summon anyone else”

Alpha set down the matching plate in his hands, giving omega a side glance. It was barely effective through the thick mask that adorned his face but he hoped omega had gotten the point anyways. He pulled the tablecloth free of any wrinkles as he took a look over the communion table one more time.

“Papa has threatened to send us back to the pits for spilling a drop of wine on his precious tablecloth, there’s absolutely no way he gave me a genuine compliment.” Alpha turned to stare at omega through his own mask, seeing as his eyes crinkle in what he can only assume to be a wide smile. “Besides, if you wanted to tell me how talented I am then you’re more than welcome to. No need to hide behind the excuse that papa said it”

Cleaning the chapel after mass was always a lackluster duty. Mostly sniffling from the dust that never seemed to dissipate, and making sure everything was to the ministry’s high standards of organization. It was always alpha and omega who were forced to stay an extra hour or two to wipe everything down and put things back in their places. The roles of being the right hand men of papa would be nice with their high ranking, but more often than not it meant they were sent to do boring monotonous tasks together that papa had deemed important.

“Oh I never need an excuse to compliment you, just don’t know if you can handle it” omega teased. A goading tone to his voice.

“You don’t affect me as much as you think you do, you’re only fueling my ego. But if that’s your intention then please do go ahead”

Omega stood to lean against the podium, an almost challenging look in his eye, practically asking if alpha truly meant what he said. It was a stupid stand off admittedly, more for alpha to metaphorically flex his muscles and stroke his ego than it was to really prove omega words couldn’t get to him. Or if it was purely for alpha to hear omegas sweet thoughts about him, then that was his business.

“Have I really never told you how talented I think you are? That you continue to impress me with how fast you learn the songs?” Omega said, crossing his arms in front of him

“Yeah I’m sure you do” alpha rolled his eyes, “probably because if I didn’t papa would have my head, we can’t all be favorites around here”

“You’re my favorite if it’s worth anything”

Alpha tried to look like that didn’t immediately make his chest constrict. A stupid tight feeling that he got whenever omega acted like he did like him beyond their stupid jokes and banter.

“Well I’d hope so. We are together constantly, didn’t think it would be earth or something” alpha played off like he expected that kind of answer.

“I just think that under your massive ego you’re actually really kind, I know how gentle you actually are alpha” omegas voice softened in a genuine, comforting way. He stepped away from the podium, instead making his way slowly towards alpha, who seemed to fumble at watching omega step towards him.

“Just not a complete evil bastard, is that so hard to believe?”

“I mean it’s not hard for me to believe at all, you’ve always been a sweetheart, to me at least.”

Alpha fiddled with the cloth under his hands as he tried from some leverage on the table. His eyes darted around, a horrible attempt at looking inconspicuous while also not looking omega in the eye.

“And that’s not even all of it. You’re so handsome under that mask, it’s such a shame papa makes us wear them all the time, would love to actually look at you while we work”

“Shut up” alpha choked

“Why? Are you blushing? You seem really flustered” omega chuckled, continuing to move forwards while alpha tried to subtly move backwards.

“I’m not blushing you asshole”

“Oh really? How about you take off the mask then”

“You just want to see my face since you love it so much” alpha tried to play off. He turned his face towards the floor, even the idea of omega seeing his eyes was more than a bit overwhelming as his face heated.

“Maybe I just want to see you blush for me”

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hiii!! I hope you are doing good I was wondering if you could do a little!house and little! Wilson fic? I would love to see how they both interact when they both regress (House would still get on Wilson’s nerves even when they’re regressed in my imagination lol) and I’m not sure but I think Cuddy could be their caregiver in this situation!

Sorry if it’s too specific it obviously doesn’t have to be exactly like I put it! Your writing is always amazing I love it 😭

Here you go! Small TW if mentions of bugs make you uncomfortable :)

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Word Count: 973

Summery: Cuddy makes a regressed Wilson and House play outside and House decides to get even.

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House whined as his and Wilson’s game of Mario Kart suddenly stopped and a big text box appeared. Controllers disconnected. To resume, please plug in your controller.

“Cuddyyyy…”

Cuddy stood over them, controller cables in her hand. “I think that’s enough TV for today, don’t you? It’s a beautiful day, you two should be outside. God knows you don’t get any sunshine at work.”

House flopped back on the carpet and groaned with his entire body. He didn’t want to go outside, there was nothing to do out there. Stupid Cuddy and her screen time. 

“Okay.” Wilson shrugged, not nearly as disappointed as he should have been. House couldn’t believe he was giving up video game time so easily, but Wilson always was a goody-goody.

“Come on, House. Up you get.”

“Ffffine.” He huffed, dragging his feet every step of the way. Cuddy’s backyard was okay. It was pretty big, with a really tall tree he didn’t know the name of in the back by the fence. There was also a bucket of ‘outside toys’ in a plastic bucket, but he couldn’t use a bunch of it. He couldn’t run to play with the sports stuff, or jump with the jumprope, he didn’t like catch because that was too boring and Cuddy wouldn’t let him make dirt castles with the buckets because it would wreck her garden. 

He kicked at the grass. “What are we s’posed to do out here?”

Cuddy sat down on one of the patio chairs in the sun and patted the one next to her. “Well, you could come sit with me—“

“Ew, no.”

“Or you could find something non-destructive to do in the bucket. I just bought some new   farm animal toys.”

Wilson’s eyes lit up, because of course they did, because he was smaller and liked all that kiddie stuff still, and he abandoned House immediately to go play with the animals in the grass.

“Traitor.” He grumbled, and hobbled over to the bin. Nothing looked very fun. Cuddy looked after so many of them, how did she not have anything cool? He would rather sit in the dirt and wait for the ants to eat him than play with Cameron’s raggedy Barbies.

Then something in the bin finally caught his eye. A bunch of little plastic containers with air holes poked in the top that Thirteen used to find bugs. The perfect revenge plan formed in his head, and he grinned mischievously. I’ll teach Wilson not to be such a goody-goody.

So off to the tree he went with the containers. Behind the trunk, hidden from Cuddy’s sight, was a patch of dirt that was still wet from the rain the day before. Perfect. He carefully knelt down and began digging.

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House stared proudly down at his collection of containers. The smallest one had a bunch of ants in it that he had plucked from the tree trunk, in the second biggest were five ladybugs that kept escaping, so he had to put the lid on, and the biggest, his favourite, was full of dirt and a handful of wriggly worms. Most of them were just little, but there was one big papa earthworm who was gonna be perfect for his plan.

Somehow Cuddy hadn’t called for him yet, but he knew he would have to put his plan into motion quickly or she would ruin it. He peeked around the tree trunk to see Cuddy still sitting in the chair. Her eyes were closed, which meant she was either sleeping or just had her eyes closed. He listened really closely and heard her snore quietly. Asleep. Go time.

He tucked the two small containers behind the tree and then walked over to Wilson, hiding the worm container behind his back.

“Wilson!” He whisper-shouted, “I found something cool, look.” He held out the yogurt container.

Wilson shuffled closer. “What is it?”

House opened the container, reached in dramatically, then threw the papa earthworm directly at Wilson’s face. Wilson yelped and fell back, scrambling to get the worm off of him, and House burst out laughing.

“You like him? His name’s Benjamin!”

Wilson pouted and threw Benjamin back angrily. “I’m telling Cuddy!” 

“Wait!” House looked back at Cuddy, who had managed to stay asleep the whole time. “Help me prank Cuddy.”

Wilson looked back and forth between Cuddy and the worms. “But…”

“C’mon, don’t be a baby. It’ll be funny.”

Wilson looked conflicted, then smiled. “Okay. What are we gonna do?”

“Go get the other containers behind the tree, and be really quiet. C’mon, quick!”

Wilson returned with the other containers, House dropped some of the worms into them both, then they snuck up to Cuddy.

“Okay, on three, you’re gonna wake up Cuddy, and then we dump the bugs on her lap. Ready?” House whispered. Wilson nodded.

“One… two… three!”

“Cuddy! Wake up!”

The second Cuddy opened her eyes the containers tipped over, spilling creepy crawlies all over her lap. It took her a second to realize what they’d done, but once she did, she shrieked. 

“Oh! Oh my god! House! Wilson!” She shot out of her chair and flailed, screaming louder every time she saw another bug crawling on her shirt, and House and Wilson giggled like lunatics. By the time the chaos finally came to an end, Cuddy looked like she had just run away from a hungry bear; frazzled, covered in dirt, and very, very unhappy.

“You two—! You—!”

“What?We’re playing outside!” House said innocently.

“I said non-destructive!”

“But we didn’ break anything. Jus’ played with the bugs!” Wilson said, voice so genuine that even Cuddy wouldn’t want to ruin their fun now. Maybe he was good for something after all.

Cuddy just made a face like a gasping fish, then took a slow, deep breath. “…How about some video games?”

[illvmiimoved]

Just Helping You Sleep.

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB reader (GN pronouns)

TAGS/INCLUDED: Lactation (not really nsfw though) * Dad!Miguel * Miguel is super smitten * if he’s Spider-Man is up to you * fluff * au where he had Gabriella normally so she isn’t literally dead

A/N: this is my first ever tumblr post so please have mercy LOL. What a first post am I right gang? Anyways happy reading ❤️

New account cause I screwed up 😭

Miguel has had one thing on his mind lately.

Your tits.

It was weird as hell, considering the situation, but it was true. He couldn’t get those damn things out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

He’d be busy at work, then boom. Titty thoughts.

You’d had his baby recently, which didn’t help (and was also the cause of the recent boob thought influxes). The baby was a beautiful girl and light of Miguel’s life, Gabriella.

You were breastfeeding Gabri, which was the main cause. You not only exposed them more often, but it also made your boobs larger than they were originally.

Miguel was honestly pretty ashamed of getting horny of you merely feeding your child, but here he was.

One day, Miguel was sitting on the couch, watching the news with a beer in one hand and Gabriella in the other. She was snug against him and content, ‘till she began crying.

You had raced over to get her, cooing things like “Oh no, what’s wrong, baby?” And “Are Papa’s stupid news stories boring you to tears, my poor thing?”

You swooped the little girl from his arms, and popped your shirt open in record time to feed her. Miguel nearly dropped his beer.

You noticed his staring and asked if he was alright, and he just said something akin to “Yeah, Gabi’s just so cute when she eats.” Which was true, just not the reason he was staring so intently.

The second a drop of milk dribbled down your boob and down towards your torso, Miguel began to sweat in his wife-beater and had to literally leave the room.

Miguel has caught himself having extremely weird thoughts as of late. A lot of the time, he realizes he’s actually envious of his 3 month old daughter for being able to be that up close and personal with your chest.

Another one is when that drip of milk dribbled down your chest, he had to actually stop himself from swiping a finger under it to catch it on the pad of his finger, and taste it.

He had absolutely no idea what was happening.

He currently was sat on yours and his shared bed, doing some work on his iPad. His glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose, so he pushes them up. You walk in from just finally getting your daughter down, palming your boobs uncomfortably and looking around the room.

He looks up from his tablet, “What’s wrong, querido?”

“I can’t find that stupid breast pump, and Gabriella didn’t empty me before she fell asleep. It fuckin’ hurts.”

He saves his work before shutting his tablet off, getting up from his spot to help you look around for the pump to alleviate your pain.

You sigh exhaustedly, “I swear to god if it’s in her room and I have to go in there and risk waking her up-“

Miguel sits back on the bed when he can’t find it and for some reason, his mind decided that yeah, this was a great thing to blurt out;

“Do you want me to help?”

You stop what you’re doing and turn to look at him comically slowly. You stare at him, “Eh?”

Miguel pales in the face when he realizes what he actually just fucking said, what he suggested.

“I just meant- uhm- Amor I didn’t mean-“

He shut up before he could make things worse than he already had.

You walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, staring at him, “Did you… are you suggesting you drink me dry?”

Miguel lets out a loud groan, “Don’t say it like that, cariño!” He covers his face with his hands.

You just snicker and crawl up to your spot on the bed. You shrug, “We can give it a shot. I don’t see why not. I won’t be able to sleep like this.”

“Are you serious?” He whips his head up to stare at you. His gaze only grows more shocked when you slip your shirt off, over your head.

You lean back and rest your head on the pillow. Miguel could see you really were tired, so he decided to just dive right in, crude as that sounds.

He leant down and latched on, and hoooolllllyyy shit man. It felt so good. It was unbelievable. He’d fantasized about this for weeks on end, and it was finally happening.

Hell, the milk was perfect too. It was in his top 5 beverages for sure. Not because it was from his beautiful and lovely spouse who he loves more than anything, his beautiful and lovely spouse who could breathe and he would propose to you all over again.

You let out a long breath from the relief and tangle your fingers in his hair. He lets out a low groan at the action.

He reaches one of his hands up to squeeze at the breast he wasn’t sucking, and it fucking dribbled out milk. He could have came on the spot. He immediately unlatched from you to catch it on his tongue.

He switches to the other breast, pretty confident he had emptied your other one. He lets out a loud groan against you when you tug his hair slightly. You let out a sigh yourself. It was super pleasant, having a big hunky man sucking you dry.

Miguel kept on working, focused on mostly helping you get to sleep. Sure he was getting unbelievably horny, but he knew you really just wanted your rest. Having a tiny baby who clung to you like Gabriella did was exhausting.

He pulls back and uses his big hands to feel your breasts, making sure they’re empty enough to let you get some comfortable sleep. Once he’s sure they are, he looks up at you with a lovey dovey smile. You hold back a snicker as you raise a thumb to wipe away the remaining milk around his mouth.

“All better?” He asks. You could feel his excitement pressed up against you under the covers and he noticed. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry about it, Hermosa. It’ll go away. Just get your sleep, Mhm?”

You nod sleepily and cuddle against his side. He lets your head rest on his shoulder as he pulls the cover over both of you.

He looks at you with the sweetest gaze, “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile tiredly at him and press a kiss to his cheek, then lay your head back on his shoulder. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, not as uncomfortable as before.

He mumbles,

“You will let me do that during sex though, right?”

You burst out in giggles, nodding and kissing him.

A/N: this was my first tumblr post ever so please give feedback if you want!! Thanks so much for reading ❤️

+ I did use spanishdict for the Spanish nicknames Miguel used, please lmk if I used them wrong or anything so I can fix them !

(the normal shit, don’t copy or redistribute this pretty please)

[ramblingoak]

what about forbidden kisses with a soft Secondo…maybe with the “I really wanna kiss you” prompt 🥴

Yes! I love soft Secondo. I hope this hits the spot Anon 💙

Sap I secondo x gn!reader

~ You and Secondo are participating in a ritual where you aren't allowed to see each other and each day is getting harder ~

(nsfw, 18+ only mdni, 1,500 words)

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It had been nine days since you had last touched Secondo.

Nine days since you’d spoken to him, since you’d even seen him. There were still five days left of this and you weren’t sure if you were going to make it. Of all the stupid rituals you’d been involved in since you’d joined the church this was the worst. Two weeks of not having any sort of contact with your lover was torture, especially when you lived and worked in the same damn building.

‘The magic is stronger with the time apart’ was the explanation you’d been given. A ritual to bless the church, to bless Lucifer and his followers. The built up emotions of two separated lovers finally joining together again. A fortnight of solitude where neither person was allowed to even bring themselves pleasure.

It was all bullshit.

You trekked down the hall towards your temporary room. A sullen and dark thing tucked at the end of some random hallway. As it came into view you saw the familiar form of one of Copia’s ghouls as they lazily lounged against the wall next to the door. Imperator didn’t trust any of Secondo’s to keep you apart, which was smart of her. You knew they were suffering in their own way, dealing with an increasingly irate Papa as the ritual prep dragged on. The ghoul, Swiss you believed, offered you a quick nod as you slipped by and grasped the doorknob.

“You drew the short straw, huh?” When the ghoul remained quiet you tilted your head at them. “Is everything ok? Swiss?”

At first he didn’t answer, only glancing quickly back down the hall before leaning close.

“Just be quiet, ok?”

“What? Quiet? What do you mean?”

“Well one, we don’t want anyone to hear you guys and give it away.” Swiss leaned back against the wall, holding two fingers up before he continued. “Two, I don’t want to hear you guys. At all. For the love of Satan, please be quiet.”

Before you could respond the door to your temporary room opened and Secondo’s irritated face appeared.

“Would you rather stand out here and talk to this idiota or come in here and kiss me?”

You ignored Swiss’s indignant ‘hey!’ and rushed up to your Papa.

“I really want to kiss you, of course I do.”

“Bene. Get in here now.”

You let out a historical sounding laugh as Secondo grabbed your hand and pulled you into the dark room. He exchanged a few words with Swiss before the door was shut and you were both alone.

“Secondo, what if someone needs you?”

“I told everyone I had a migraine and to leave me the fuck alone unless they wanted to die.”

When he took a few steps towards you, you couldn’t help but take a few back.

“What if someone comes looking for me?”

“Swiss is supposed to give me a signal.”

“Which is what?”

Secondo growled when you moved away again, looming over you when the back of your legs hit the bed and you sat down.

“I don’t know, he’ll scream or something. I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

“Oh I do, but I also don’t want to get in trouble.” He didn’t seem impressed by your answer, crossing his arms in front of his chest and glancing around the room. “Are you pouting?”

“Of course not.”

“It looks like you’re pouting to me.”

“I don’t…pout.”

You jumped up from the bed and stood close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. He wasn’t wearing the mitre, but his robes glittered in the light coming in through the drapes. There were spots where his paint had faded away, something you normally helped him with. Your heart ached knowing he didn’t have anyone else to do little things like that for him with you gone. He stayed still when you reached up and ran a finger along his bottom lip.

“Nope, that’s definitely a pout.”

“Oh for the love of…will you shut up?”

“Make me.”

Both of you stared at each other for a moment before he reached out to grasp your elbows and yank you towards him. His mouth was demanding, but soft. Secondo knew what you liked, he knew what you could take and no amount of time away would change that. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, something you normally did multiple times a day and you didn’t realize how much you had missed it.

Secondo’s hands roamed over your back before he settled both of them on your ass. He squeezed and kneaded your flesh, somehow pressing you even closer to him. His hard dick pushed against you and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He pulled away a bit and let out a dirty chuckle.

“Did you miss your Papa?”

“Hmm, just a little.”

He rolled his eyes before leaning in to kiss you again. The taste of his face paint slid against your tongue as you slipped it inside of his mouth. He eagerly moved his own against yours, teasing flicks that made you whimper in the back of your throat. When he nipped at your tongue you gasped, much louder than you intended and you both froze.

There was hardly an inch between you as you stared wildly into each others eyes. You let yours wander a bit and you couldn’t help but smile at the state of his paint. It was especially bad around his mouth, for obvious reasons, but there were smudges from your hands as well. He sighed and leaned forward to press a kiss onto the tip of your nose.

“You don’t look any better, my darling.”

“I don’t feel like myself unless I have some of your paint on me.”

His features softened and he leaned close again, this time pressing a brief kiss to your lips.

“Sap.”

Before you could grumble a response, a loud shrieking sound erupted from the hallway. You quickly backed away from Secondo when the door opened and the light flicked on. Copia was standing in the doorway in his glittering robes, looking back and forth between you. You couldn’t read the look on his face, but when you glanced up at Secondo he was wearing one of defiance. It probably would have been more effective if his paint wasn’t all over the place.

“Well? Do you two have anything to say for yourselves?”

“Did Swiss fall asleep?”

“Ah no, he was on his phone. Didn’t notice me sneaking up on him.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggle when you saw Swiss’s head pop into the doorway. One look at Secondo and he quickly disappeared, his footsteps echoing loudly as he escaped down the hallway. Oh well, time to try to salvage this. With the most sincere face you could muster you stepped up to stand beside Secondo, lowering your eyes to the floor before you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Papa.”

Copia’s snort made you look up and you relaxed a bit at Copia’s easy smile.

“No, you’re not.” When you opened your mouth to respond he waved a hand at you and his brother. “It’s fine. We’ll just pretend this never happened, eh?”

“What?” Secondo’s surprised question echoed how you felt. “What about the ritual?”

“I doubt there is ever any passion lacking between you two. I’m sure Lucifer will be pleased no matter how long the uh, anticipation has been building.” Copia stepped forward and reached for your hand, pressing a quick kiss to the back before dropping it and then giving Secondo an awkward pat on the shoulder. “Besides if you ‘make it’ the whole time Terzo owes me a case of wine!”

He winked at you and then turned around and headed back towards the door. You glanced up at Secondo, but his face was impossible to read. When you looked back towards Copia he was smiling at you again.

“Just try to be quiet, eh? Make sure my brother is cleaned up and on his way early ok?”

You gave Copia a thumb’s up, watching as he turned and left, closing the door behind him. When Secondo remained still you sighed and moved to stand in front of him.

“Are you ok, Papa?”

“What? Yes, fine. I’m fine.”

He certainly didn’t sound convincing but you let it slide. You reached out and rested your hand on his stomach, slowly sliding it up his chest until you felt his heart beating under your hand.

“Are you sure?” He gave you a nod and brought a hand up to cover yours. The leather of his gloves felt good against your skin and you smiled when he pulled your hand up to kiss your palm. “So…what do you want to do now?”

He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, his eyes tracing your features before he kissed your palm again.

“I really want to kiss you.”

You smiled, pulling your hand from his to poke the tip of his nose.

“Sap.”

Secondo let out a laugh, quickly nodding before tugging you close. His lips quickly found yours again and you lost yourself in his kisses. It wasn’t long before you both were naked and stretched out on the bed, familiarizing yourselves with each other’s bodies once more. You didn’t sleep much that night, wanting to use all the time together you had before you would have to separate again.

Neither one of you were very quiet.

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my masterlist

my ao3

[wlwinry]

If you’re still looking to talk about thistlecaster, I like nonbinary gorgug just kind of on her own, so in conjunction with the fact that gorgug kind of forces Fabian to renegotiate his relationship to his own bravado and ideas of masculinity imposed by his father by virtue of being themself, someone who is generally bigger and stronger and better at straightforward bloodshed than him but also much more disconnected from all of that stuff by virtue of being raised in the way he was.

for example, in freshman year, Fabian singles gorgug out as being the toughest looking person around, punches him, gets clocked back about twice as hard, and then later goes on to refer to her a loser (despite also defending gorgug from her own statements on being stupid). There’s of course the piggyback stuff from sophomore year too. In general, Fabian was kind of raised to negotiate with interactions through hierarchy and rank and *pulling* rank, but gorgug is someone who transcends Fabian’s framework a little. As for Gorgug, the traits Fabian first finds impressive about her are the ones that inconvenience her the most in day to day life in the tree.

so early-on thistlecaster is like: “I wish I could dismiss you but you keep making me question how I view myself and being impressive” x “all your posturing is BS but your ability to be social is something I can’t quite grasp and your idolization of things about me that i don’t really like makes me feel things”

im always looking to talk about thistlecaster and ohhhh this is so good this is so good. they are both so. i am squeezing them and shaking them around like those shake weights you see on tv (this is an fmab bloopers reference). and yeah ofc fabian is, even if he doesn’t admit it bc part of papa’s values include never being defeated ever and always being the best, a little mesmerized by gorgug showing up and rocking his shit instantly, but gorgug is so outside of everything fabian operates on and it fascinates him. and then gorgug!!! ofc she sees through Fabian’s bullshit even when he himself doesn’t and challenges him on it just by existing in his general vicinity. their presence changes the way they each see each other and how they understand the world and themselves in it and ugh it’s so good. it’s so good. true love makes you grow and all that.

PLEASE send me more thistlecaster ideas i am rolling around in these like im in a pile of leaves on a delightful fall afternoon

[romanestuffsposts]

I just got fired from my job & need some comfort from daddies asap please

Just daddies holding onto you so tightly while you let out all your sadness & frustration

Hi there love! 💜

Oh no! I’m really really sorry it happened to you! I understand how disappointed it is 😕 but I’m sure you’ll get back to your feet quickly! You’re stronger than that, show your ex boss that it didn’t made you fall!

You’re your own boss and you take your life in hands, it’s not others who chose what you worth. You know it and it’s the principal

I give you all of my luck for the futur ❤️ trust in yourself like I do, everything will be okay, I promise you 💜

Here’s what you need sweetie 😊

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Warnings : getting fired, being scared to open up, cares, reassurance, pet names, comfort, kisses

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : you got fired and are scared to tell it to your Daddy. That until they make you feel safe and protected from your pain

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Todays was totally shit. Firstly, when you went to take your breakfast before heading to work, the bottle of milk was empty and you hate eating cereals without milk.

Then, it took you the double of the time you take usually to go to work just because people don’t know how to drive.

And to add to those beautiful moments, before leaving work at the end of the day, your boss fired you for some stupid reasons you knew weren’t true.

So to say the least, it wasn’t your best day ever.

You thought you were fine, you weren’t crying while packing your stuff, you weren’t sad nor angry. You just wanted to go home.

But as you were driving, it’s like all those feelings hits at the same time and you found yourself crying in your car.

It’s been ten minutes now that you’re parked in front of your house, in your car under the rain and in the dark.

You see lights coming in your eyes before they're shut off and you know it's your Daddies who finally came home.

You kinda feel shitty for staying in your car, in the cold while you could be crying in your warm bed or under the shower but that's too late now.

Since the light in your car is still on- you know cause you're still inside- they could tell you're not in the house and reach your car once they're out of theirs.

They knock on your window and you pull it down after wiping your tears "baby ? What are you doing here" your Papa asks. You don't see his face well because your eyes are blurry and it's raining and dark outside.

You sniff and take your keys out of your car "nothing i- i just got here" your voice is cracky and who knows you better than anyone ? Your Daddies, of course.

"are you- are you crying, babydoll ?" your Daddy's sad voice is heard from under the rain. You sniff again and shake your head "it's nothing" you open your door and get out.

They don't ask questions right now because it's raining so you all hurry up inside. You throw your coat and shoes where they have to be and step further in the house. The warm of the inside hit you at once and you relax a little because of that.

You were about to go upstairs when your Papa rests his hands on your shoulder "why don't we go sit down for a minute so we can talk ?" he proposes.

At first you declined but he pressed the thing so you eventually agreed. You sit on the couch between them and wait for one of them to start talking.

"did something happened today ?" your Daddy asks, his hand stroking your knee "or is it simply a bad day for unknown reasons ?"

You shrug and look at the table in front of you. You're scared to tell them that you got fired, you don't want to disappoint them. It's really the worst feeling.

"you know you can talk to us, right ? We're here to listen to you and give you advise if you need some.. We can be there for you whenever you need it" your Papa softly says with his hand caressing your back up and down

You nod your head because you know that, you know how they are and how much they will be there for you but you have a hard time spilling the words. It’s more for you that for them.

‘’Take your time, pretty girl. We’re not in a hurry’’ your Daddy says, kissing your temple.

‘’Why don’t we go upstairs to take a bath to warmth up a little. You’ll have more time to get ready if you want to tell us’’ your Papa proposes.

Both of your Daddies look down at you, waiting for a reaction. You nod your head stand up from the couch. Your Papa takes your hand and walk upstairs with you

He helps you with your bath while your Daddy get your room and your clothes ready for tonight. They checked if you needed a pull ups before heading downstairs.

You spend the evening cooking with them, laughing and playing around in the kitchen and in the living room. They made sure to get ride of every bad energies to replace them by good ones, which was successful.

Once bedtime has ring and you are in your bed, sandwiched between your Daddies who are ready to help you falling asleep, you found the courage to talk.

‘’I got fired’’ you quietly say, too quietly for them because they asked you to repeat what you said.

Not because they’re angry and need to be sure of what you said but because they really didn’t heard tou at all.

‘’I got fired’’ you say a little louder this time, with your eyes closed.

A long silence is weighted in the room and after a moment you opened your eyes. You look up and see your daddies looking down at you with sweet smiles

You frown as to why they are smiling.

‘’Was that the thing you wanted to tell us but weren’t able to ?’’ Your Papa asks, stroking your hair gently. You nod and look at your lap.

‘’Can you tell us why you had trouble telling us ?’’

You take a breath through your nose and sigh, still looking down at your lap ‘’was scared betause I didn want you to be disappoted.. didn want it to be real too’’ you sadly say.

‘’Look at us, beautiful’’ your Daddy gently asks, ‘’can you look at us please’´

You peer up at him through wet eyes ‘’you don’t need to be ashamed because you got fired. We will never be mad at you because of something like that’’

‘’Those kinds of experiences are hard to live but it’ll bring you to things better afterwards. If it happens then it means it needed to happened, you’re strong enough to get through it’’ your Papa adds

‘’You don’t a boss to tell you what you can do or not. It often happens like this but you have your own mind and your own opinions. Nobody is allowed to change you and what you think. Nobody is allowed to except you.’’

‘’You will find something better than what you had, you will get back to your feet because you’re too determined to stay in your place’’ your Daddy chuckles making you giggling too.

‘’Don’t feel sad about it, it’s just a job. It can be a lot of course but it’s not that who will break you. We’re here to help you getting back to your feet, you don’t need to be ashamed around us, no matter what is happening to you, we’ll be there to support you and to lift you back up to your feet when you fall. Don’t keep us away. Please don’t do that baby’’

You Daddies give you kisses on your temples at the same time before lifting your sheet to your chin ‘’sleep now baby. We’ll talk about it more tomorrow.’’

‘’Yeah, with a good night sleep we’ll have lots of ideas for the futur’’

[nani-nonny]

21, 26 & 27 APAF F!Leo say it to baby lou... Did something happen to baby lou? Probably... Maybe.. But it could happen outside at night, it can help with dialogue 27

And here I thought you don’t like angst? >:D (F!Leo referred to as Leonardo and the baby referred to as Baby)

21. “Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

26. “[Name]? [Name], this isn't funny. Stop... please...”

27. “Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid.”

CW: child injury, implied child abuse

Lou is hurt while he’s on a mission maybe

Leonardo curses under his breath as he runs, ignoring how the cold air burns his lungs when it enters and exits. Fear, panic, anxiety, and frustration all collide and burst within his mind as he tries to understand how this could happen.

He shouldn’t have looked away for a single second. —shouldn’t have risked even blinking. How can he be so stupid? How can he be so fucking stupid?

He makes a sharp turn, slipping on the concrete and crashing into the nearest wall. This doesn’t slow him down as he’s quick to get back on his feet and continue running.

At this point he’s not even sure where he’s going. He knows the general area she should be in, but it’s only a matter of time before—. No. Don’t think that. She’s fine. Baby’s fine.

She has to be.

He raises his arm and taps his wrist comm, swallowing nervously but it results in him coughing lightly from the dryness in his throat. He doesn’t care. He needs his breaths to catch up with him.

“Don. Give me an update on Baby.,” Leonardo demands.

Nothing in response.

Shit. Not them too.

“Leo? Raph? Mikey? Come on guys, give me something,” he begins to plead.

He waits. —Waits with hopeful anticipation that dies with each passing second they don’t respond.

He hooks left when he hears the smallest sound, following it and hoping it’s his baby. It’s not a sound she makes, not a sound he would ever think it could be her, but he’s grasping at straws hoping for something.

He’s still following where the sound came from when he asks Donnie through the comms again, desperation clearer in his voice. “Leo? Donnie? Don, come on, this isn’t funny,” his breath hitches in his throat and he clears it. His voice is quiet but he doesn’t press the comms this time as he pleads, “Stop… please…”

He clenches his jaw shut as his heart pounds against his plastron. He narrows his eyes, focusing on the path before him. Each step he takes he has to be another step closer to his baby. He has to be.

He can only hope he’s not too late.

“Please be okay,” he pleads aloud. He’s met with a fork in the road, three paths with no indication of where he should go. He can’t waste time, he goes straight.

He strains to listen for anything, any sign of that sound from before or anything closer to a sound Baby would make. As if mocking his efforts, the surrounding area and beyond it is quiet. Eerily so. Not a single sound can be heard in any direction. He can barely hear the sounds of his own breaths over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.

“Please be okay,” he pleads again.

The echo of the sound he had heard is all that plays in his mind. Trying to pinpoint where he is now compared to how far the sound was prior to him running after it. It can’t be far now. But he can’t tell where it could be. It hasn’t repeated itself. He can only work off his memory.

Even if he can’t tell where it came from, he can’t stop moving. He has to keep trying.

He hooks right, grabbing the corner edge of a nearby building to fling himself forward to avoid crashing and burning again. The building’s material crumbles under the pressure of his grip, but he doesn’t care. He keeps going.

“Baby? Come on, it’s Papa. Where are you, Baby?” He calls out in hopes she might hear him.

And, like a miracle, he hears the tiniest chirp in the distance.

He doesn’t hesitate to turn toward the sound and run faster than before.

“I’m coming!” Leonardo calls out to her. Hope blossoms in his chest, trying to overwhelm the anxiety and fear in his body. But as much as he can hope, the intonation of her chirp isn’t good.

So he pleads aloud as he runs, unaware of his voice leaving his throat, “Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay—.”

He stops.

He nearly freezes in his tracks. Every emotion that riddled his body pauses, frozen in time as he registers the discoloration of his baby’s skin. He can even feel his own heart stop.

Left abandoned on the cold, wet, stony ground is his baby. She barely has the strength to acknowledge his appearance, forced to curl herself into a fetus position as she holds her little swollen and bruised arms. Tears stain her perfect red crescent stripes, and her pained frown warps her perfect little yellow diamond stripe. She attempts to retreat in her shell, but her entire body flinches at the attempt and she’s forced to, yet again, curl into a fetus position.

Leonardo nearly lunges at his daughter, falling to his knees beside her as he carefully tries to assess her body.

Baby reaches for him, tiny hands opening and closing at her father as she winces and whimpers at the attempt.

Leonardo is quick to stop her movements, carefully holding her hands as he consoles, “Shh shh shh, don’t move. Papa’s here, okay?” His hands lightly brush over her injuries, searching for deeper wounds but when he finds none, he quickly scoops her in his arms. He cradles her with both arms, tucking her arms to herself to keep her from moving.

He has to heal her. He has to get her to the medbay. Fast.

He breaks into a sprint, avoiding dips and crevices in the ground that can jostle her in his arms. But despite his efforts, she whimpers against his chest.

“I know, I know, Baby,” he reassures and lifts his cradle hold on her to bring her up to his neck. “Please don’t move, we need to get home.”

He presses his comm with his shoulder, “Don, Leo, Raph, Mikey. Whoever hears this, retreat if you can. Meet me in the medbay—please. Please be okay.”

Baby whimpers at the movement, tiny hands grabbing his plastron. He pulls her hands off to hold herself, anything but risking injuring herself more than she already is. “No, Baby,” he pleads. “Breathe, Baby. Breathe.”

She fights against his attempt to keep her still, clicking her jaw with frustration. He looks down to see her pained expression, her little face burning with fever. It makes him want to cry. But he has to keep moving.

So he looks up, finally looks up for a distraction as he runs. And he notices the stars. They’re bright and twinkling in the night sky, illuminating the darkness with their brilliant beams. He remembers how desperately she wanted to see the outside world. How she wanted to see something more than Draxum’s lair in the future, and the Hamato subway lair…

“Look at the stars, Baby. Look up,” Leonardo tells her as he avoids a pothole in the stone path. “Breathe… and look at the stars.”

Baby finally stops fighting against him, not aware that he’s already tucking her arms in. Her pained expression finally lessens and her eyes reflect the stars’ shining lights. Her pupils dilate as she stares, unable to look away.

“That’s it,” Leonardo praises softly, “They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

She seems to have failed to hear him as she doesn’t make a sound in response. Her little breaths are calmer now, soft exhales dancing across his plastron. And it’s all he can ever need from her in this moment.

Now he needs to continue doing his part.

She’s safe in his arms now. He can promise that. He can’t let her go, not now, not ever. And he’ll have to figure out how this all happened after she’s okay. He can only hope the younger Hamatos can handle their end until he can get there.

[strangerpringle]

(‼️UPDATED HUNTRIC FIRST MEETING SCRIPT‼️) (CONTEXT: This is now a flashback minisode script where Hunter and Edric are both in their late thirties and have two kids Lewis(14) and Fionna(12) when Hunter and Edric tell Lewis about their first meeting)

Hunter, and Edric are sitting on the outside couch on the porch, while Fionna is playing with Batric, Lewis comes outside excited to show his dads what he’s been working on.

Lewis: Dad Papa, can you help me for a second I need some help on a few details.

Hunter: of course! Uh, what is the project exactly, you haven’t really told us what it is yet.

Lewis: oh yeah, I’m supposed to write a report on the most inspirational person or people in my life, and I had to go with you two since your story is so beautiful and moving and emotional it’s literally something that came out of one of my romance novels, it’s so interesting and inspiring to me!!

Hunter and Edric are practically in tears they did not expect that kind of response

Edric: *sniff*🥺

Fionna: booooooo I don’t wanna eavesdrop on all this gross sappy romance talk *blegh*

Lewis: Fionnaaaa if you’re gonna be like that then go back inside and watch your creepy clown movie or something-

Fionna: At least that’s entertainment-

Hunter: haha it’s ok Fionna-

Edric: don’t worry Lewi, sometimes kids don’t really care about romance. I didn’t really care about it until I found the romance section in the video store around your age, I think it was something about vampires-

Hunter: anyway, what did you need exactly?

Lewis: Oh yeah, *Lewis places long sheet of paper on the coffee table in front of them* I just wanted to make sure the timeline was correct, was the break up before or after aunt Mittens had the fight with Papa at Eclipse Lake?

Edric: Uh, before, and uh, we actually didn’t first meet when the abomitons were being transported to the old castle.

Lewis: Wait, really??

Hunter: I guess technically that’s when you first asked me out.

Edric: Wow, we really never told you?

Lewis: NO, I can’t believe I never fact checked this…

Hunter: heh, you remember that night?

Edric: How could I forget❤️

Hunter and Edric look over at Lewis, he has a VERY intrigued face.

Edric: You want to hear the story-

Lewis:-YES PLEASE!!

Hunter and Edric both giggle-

Hunter:Grom night, if I remember correctly, I haven’t even met Luz at that point.

Edric: ugh, the night me and Em got stood up-but also the night I met the love of my life~💞

Hunter: *blushes* and the night I met mine~💞

Lewis: EEEEEE *bouncing with excitement*

Fionna: *very exaggerated gags and covers her ears*

Edric: …23 years ago

Hunter: Titan we’re old-

Edric: HA-oh man…

(…)

It’s Grom night, and Edric and Emira are alone after being stood up, they’re having an argument because Emira’s upset…

Ed: "AT LEAST YOURE NOT ALONE"

Em: "ID RATHER BE ALONE THEN BE STUCK WITH YOU"

Ed: "…FINE IF YOU WANNA BE ALONE, THEN BE ALONE-“

Ed runs into a nearby forest, sad cold, and lonley. After a few minutes he sees a flash of red light coming right towards him-

The Golden Guard stops right at his tracks-

Edric is very taken aback, hes only heard of The Golden Guard, hes just never seen him before, he becomes slightly starstruck.

“Sir why are you here this is a dangerous forest, its not safe-“

Edric: Whatever, if the forest is gonna eat me alive let it-

GG: What why??

Edric: …it’d be a lot better then getting your heart broken🥺

GG: How did that even happen, wait what do you mean hearts can break-IS IT CONTAGIOUS??

Edric: what no?? It’s a saying-Ugh why do you even care, no one else would care if I died out here why should you??

GG: Look man I’m not good at this sort of thing, I just think it’s stupid that you’d rather be eaten alive by whatever horrific monsters roams around here then whatever happened to your heart, how did your heart become “broken”, I don’t see any bleeding?

Edric: CAN YOU JUST LET ME BE DRAMATIC GUESS WHAT SOMETIMES YOU FEEL PAIN WITHOUT ACTUALLY BEING PHYSICALLY HURT-DO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE WHEN SOMEONE ASKS YOU OUT TO THE BIGGEST NIGHT OF THE SCHOOL YEAR ONLY FOR THEM TO NEVER SHOW UP AND MAKE YOI FEEL SO EMBARRASSED AND STUPID TO THINK THAT SOMEONE WOULD ACTUALLY LOVE YOU- . . . sorry I, *sigh* I just wanted to have the perfect dance with the perfect guy…but I guess that was wishful thinking…

GG: I’m, sorry about that and no, I don’t know how that feels… can I do anything to help?

Edric: heh, can you dance?

GG: I uh, I dont know how to dance, uh, how do you even do that…?

Edric seems very intrigued by this information, "oh I can help with that-" The Golden Guard says it all, I dont have time, theres no point, I'm on a mission. "What? The Golden Guard is not aloud to have a little fun?" Edric swiftly takes his hand, and places it on his shoulder, takes the other and holds it high, while he takes his own, and places it on The Golden Guards shoulder, he slightly flinches, but relaxes after they slowly start to dance, Edric can tell hes nervous but decides not to poke fun at him.

After a few misteps, they start to find a rhythm…

"Well aren't you a fast learner" Edric says with a flirty tone...

The Golden Guard giggles slightly-

They danced for what seemed like forever…

Until a beam of light brightens the entire forest, both shocked and confused they stopped dancing, bits of black goo scurry away under them, "What in Titans name was that??" The Golden Guard yells, "is, that bits of Grom??" Ed questions "Gromethius, is here?" says The Golden Guard "not anymore apparently" replies Ed, they both laugh-

After stomping out the rest of grom, The Golden Guard apologizes to Ed having to miss his dance, smiling, Ed replies, "its ok, I had a better one right here..." The Golden Guard quickly turns away flustered and begins fiddling with his staff.

Edric shivers because of the cold, he left his coat with Emira. He then feels the warmth of a white cloak on his sholders, he looks over to see The Golden Guard without his cloak, and showing his pushed back light blonde hair, with only a strand out of place. "What about you?" Edric asks "It's fine, I can request another when I get back-" *peck*💞

Edric kisses the very flustered Golden Guard on the cheek and replies with a soft -

"Thank you…”❤️

GG: "h-happy to help-uh-"

Ed: "Edric."

GG: "Edric."

Edric suddenly feels butterflies in his stomach-💞

After a moment of silence Ed suddenly realizes- "WAIT WHATS YOUR-" a flash of red wisps into the night sky, "…name.."

"maybe next time, hopefully" Edric thinks to himself...

Edric starts to hear cheering in the distance, he follows it to see what the commotion is about and sees his little sister and her friend Luz being carried away by many students cheering, Mittens and Luz defeated Grom and are now being carried back to end the night with a fun dance celebration, Ed follows his sister and the crowed back to Hexside, still thinking about what happend.

Emira sees him and very worried starts bombarding him with questions, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, WHY THE FOREST OF ALL PLACES, WHAT WAS THAT LIGHT, WHOS CLOAK IS THAT???- but it all just went in one ear and out the other... everything that just happend was magical, more magic then he could ever conjure. He just walks away in his own mind and replays every second of that dance, a dance he never wants to forget, and he hopes someday, maybe, just maybe, he'll see him again.❤️

(…)

Edric: What I once thought was the worst night of my life, actually turned out to be better then I could ever imagine…💞

Hunter and Edric look at each other lovingly💞

Lewis: *in tears* that was beautiful…🥺

Fionna: Awww🥺… IM MEAN-EWWWw oh who am I kidding that was really sweet-

Lewis: Not so gross now huh-

Fionna: What?? I’m aloud to think it’s nice SOMETIMES-

Everyone laughs except Fionna-

Lewis: Hey dad, do you still have the cloak?

Edric: Oh, um, I probably do, just not here…

Lewis: *sigh* I can’t wait till I find my love of my life-oh-

A butterfly lands on Lewis’ nose, the wings spread out to show its colorful wings.

🧡💛🤍🩵💙

Fionna: oooo pretty! :D

Lewis: *takes butterfly on finger* *looks at it and smiles*

Butterfly flutters away into the sky…

*later*

Hunter and Edric arrive at a storage unit, unlock it and open it to see many boxes filled with old stuff that belonged to Ed Em Amity and Alador when they moved out of the mansion.

Ed and Hunter walk to the very back and find a few boxes labeled “Edrics closet”

Hunter helps Edric open and look through a few until Edric find a small white cloak that would only fit a 16 year old Golden Guard.

Hunter slowly grabs it and holds it up to himself, seeing how much he’s grown, and they both slightly giggle.

Hunter looks down at it, holding the cloak is bringing back memories, some he wishes he didn’t remember. Edric places his hand on Hunters sholder and gives him a look saying “you ok?” Hunter puts the cloak down and hugs Edric tightly. Edric hugs back and strokes Hunters hair to calm him. They start to sway side to side, and begin a small slow dance…❤️

[keithisbae1]

SasuSaku Shoujo Week Day 1: Puppy Love

Note: This is part of the Spy X Family AU

~~~

It was rare for them to see each other outside of school, let alone seeing her all by herself in the park. Where were her parents? Surely, they should know better than to let a little girl wander around alone.

Not even Sasuke was allowed to go anywhere outside without his brother, but that could also be because they were Uchiha and well known.

Sakura hadn’t spotted him, happily skipping away to the ice cream truck with money in hand that her mother gave to her.

“One chocolate ice cream please.” She asked her mama if she could get it herself insisting, she would be back as soon as possible. It wasn’t like she was far and as for her papa he was at ‘work’ or as Sakura knew better dealing with some bad people.

“Something wrong Sasuke?” Itachi took notice of his brother’s distraction; he was the one who begged for him to practice dodgeball and yet he wasn’t even paying attention.

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Don’t go easy on me Itachi.”

“Here you go,” Sakura smiled thanking the man and then took a seat on the empty bench. She was in her own world enjoying her treat until five older and bigger kids surrounded the girl. Noticing she was alone.

“Oi, you brat, give us your ice cream.” Sakura tilted her head confused, she didn’t understand why they wanted her ice cream when the van was right there.

“No, this is mine.” The five of them looked at one another before bursting into laughter.

“Are you stupid or something? Give us your ice cream.”

“The ice cream van is over there, get your own.” At hearing that the main leader of the group with brown spikey hair knocked the ice cream of her hand causing Sakura to gasp and stand up as she watched it fall to the floor.

“Aah, my ice cream!”

“That’s what you get for not respecting your elders.” He poked at her chest harshly, Sakura flinched and smacked his hand away. She didn’t understand why they were being mean to her; she didn’t know or do anything to them so why were they picking on her?

~~~

Idiot, Sasuke could hear and see the commotion from where they stood, didn’t she know better than to stand up to a bunch of boys bigger than her? She may be smart academically with her subjects but dense about everything else.

It didn’t seem right though to watch the scene unfold. Sasuke was about to ask his older brother if they could intervene until a sound a wailing boy could be heard.

“Oh, is she the girl who punched you?” Sasuke turned completely red.

“No, don’t be ridiculous.”

~~~

The leader didn’t like how she smacked his hand away, she certainly had a nerve to make him look bad in front of his friends. To teach her lesson he snatched the bracelet away from her causing it to snap and the beads flying everywhere.

“Ino-Chan’s friendship bracelet!” Now Sakura wanted to cry, Ino had made that especially for her saying to not take it off and now all the beads had fallen over the floor. What was she going to tell her friend?

“Aww, going to cry?” The boys all laughed and for a moment she thought she did but instead something snapped and next moment came out like déjà vu.

Sakura had swung her arm and punched the main boy with all her might just like how her mama showed her only with more force than the one she gave Sasuke. He flew backwards quite away from them.

The other boys stood there bewildered looking at her and their leader and back at her again. Sakura had never felt so powerful before, she didn’t know where this adrenaline came from, but she felt like she could take over the world.

Until he broke out into tears.

“Now look what you did!” One of his friends shouted.

Sakura instantly felt guilty, having known what she did to Sasuke was wrong. Her Papa’s words echoed in her ears after that incident.

“Violence isn’t always the answer, sometimes you have to be the bigger person and walk away.” To which mama had also agreed but then mentioned. “Unless you’re defending yourself in which case it’s different, you need to know the difference between right and wrong.”

Sakura was surrounded by them; they were much bigger and wouldn’t leave her alone. Surely this was self-defence, right?

“What do you think you’re doing young lady?” An older woman with long silky dark hair came in, most likely the boy’s mother with the way she patted his head comforting the boy as he cried ugly tears more than necessary.

“Who do you think you are huh? Attacking a poor boy like that.” She turned stalking up to Sakura, the friends seemed to have a smug look on their faces too making Sakura feel small.

“Uh, I.” Poor Sakura was starting to get a headache; she could hear everyone’s thoughts now they had their attention. She couldn’t make out what they were thinking. And besides she was an adult so in little Sakura’s eyes that must mean she had done something wrong. Did that mean she going to get into trouble again? Her lips started to tremble thinking she let down her parents again.

“I-”

“Is there something wrong?” A new voice interrupted, and Sakura could see a boy probably no older than eleven or twelve along with Sasuke.

“This doesn’t concern you two children,” she waved them off dismissively.

“I mean it kind of does considering she’s a friend of my brother’s.” Itachi lied putting himself in front of Sakura to which she gladly accepted hiding herself behind Itachi’s leg away from everyone. Sasuke stood next to her, as if on guard making sure she was protected, glaring at the other four boys, and making sure they couldn’t get near her.

“She attacked my poor baby, look at him.” Itachi did and couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how overly dramatic he was being.

“Isn’t he twice her size?” Not to mention the fact they had surrounded the girl, most likely trying to scare her to doing what they wanted.

“She is a monster! What kind of girl has such strength, it’s un-lady like.”

“Your son was the one bullying her. He smacked away her ice cream and broke her bracelet.” Sasuke pointed to the ground where the beads could be seen.

Sasuke. Sakura would never have imagined that he would come to her rescue and defend her.

“My son would never do such a thing!”

“Ma’am you’re a grown adult shouting at a six-year-old. But if you really don’t believe my brother, we can always ask one of these witnesses.” Itachi pointed to the crowd around him. “I’m sure there’s plenty to speak on her behalf.”

That seemed to snap her mouth shut realising that everyone was indeed looking and glaring/talking badly about her.

‘That poor girl.’

‘Who does that woman think she is?’

‘Did you see that punch though? Her parents taught her well.’

‘The egg clearly doesn’t fall far from the tree.’

Her face turned red with embarrassment and as if that wasn’t bad enough Tsunade turned up.

“Sakura?”

“Mama!” Sakura cried running over to Tsunade shaken, crying and lightheaded still feeling ill from all the thoughts she could hear.

“Are you okay?” Something similar had happened before when the three of them had went out. It seemed dizzy spells were a common thing for her which was why Tsunade was reluctant on letting her go off on her own to get ice cream.

Even if she did say she would be back in five minutes. Tsunade picked her up and upon noticing her tears felt a rage within her overprotective of the girl.

“So, who made my daughter cry?” Tsunade gave a fake smile with fire surrounding her. She noticed Itachi and Sasuke pointing towards the mother and boys completely unbothered and amused by the outcome.

The woman was quickly trying to get away taking the boys with her, but Tsunade was faster appearing in front of them.

“Ah, ah, I believe you owe my daughter an apology and a new ice cream.” Tsunade put her hand on the woman’s shoulder squeezing it tightly whilst still carrying a teary Sakura with the other.

“And after that, why don’t we have a little chat. Mother to mother.”

“Uh, ye- yes… of course…” It was clear they weren’t getting away with it.

Never mess with a mama bear.

~~~

Sakura happily enjoyed her new ice cream, now feeling better after the whole incident.

“Thank you for coming to rescue me, Sasuke.” Sakura smiled and once again it looked as though she was looking at him with big sparkly green eyes. He was sitting next to Sakura on the bench with Itachi next to him speaking to Tsunade about the drama.

“Tch, it’s nothing. Itachi did most of the work.”

And so, did you.

He tried ignoring the blush on his cheeks hoping she wouldn’t notice.

“So, does that make us friends now?” Sakura’s eyes looked at him with hope, he wanted to curse his brother for saying such a thing but when he looked back seeing Itachi giving him a look Sasuke responded with a “we’ll see.”

That didn’t mean no. Sakura felt excited.

“Do you want some of my ice cream?” He was about to decline but with nudge from Itachi whispering ‘be nice.’ Sasuke begrudgingly accepted taking a bite trying to hide his dislike of the sweet treat.

If they were going to be ‘friends’ in the future, he supposed he had plenty of time to tell her how he hated chocolate and anything sweet related. Itachi just smiled.

“You shouldn’t have stuck up for yourself though, you could have been in danger.” Sasuke told Sakura.

“He’s right, what you did was dangerous.”

“I’m sorry mama.” Sakura looked down at her ice cream with shame.

“There’s no need to apologise,” that little girl was always apologising. Tsunade walked over bending down to her level patting her head. “You just need to be more careful. When someone, especially in a group wants to steal something from you, you let them. It’s frustrating I know but it’s better than risking your life.”

“But you said I should also defend myself.” Tsunade could already hear Dan saying, ‘I told you so,’ but smiled gently at her daughter.

“I did, but you must pick your battles wisely, and with big groups like that I’d much rather you give them what they wanted.”

“Okay mama.”

“Besides,” Tsunade got up from the ground. “I’m to blame myself, I shouldn’t have let you run off like that on your own but now I know better. I’m sorry dear.”

“Nooo!” Sakura ran over to hug Tsunade completely throwing her new ice cream.

“You are the bested mama ever!” She wanted to make sure she knew it. Tsunade smiled fondly at Sakura. “Thank you and thank you two for protecting my daughter.” Tsunade bowed respectively.

“It was no trouble at all.” Itachi responded. Sakura grabbed her mother’s hand as the two were about to walk away.

“Bye Sasuke, bye Sasuke’s older brother!” Sakura waved over, Itachi waved back smiling and noticed his brother looking down with a light blush.

“So, she’s your little crush.”

“Waah- no way! As if I could ever like a girl like her.” Sasuke huffed, Itachi could only chuckle.

~~~

Sakura was nervous on going to school the next day. How was she going to tell Ino that her bracelet was broken. Sure, it wasn’t like she done it herself, but Ino still worked hard on the gift for them.

“Hey Sakura!” Her blonde friend called over in class, this was it.

“Um, Ino. There’s something I have to tell you, you see in the park there was-”

“Look what I found, you must have left it in class.” Ino showed Sakura the bracelet.

“Eh?” How did that happen?

“I told you not to take it off, you could have lost it.” There it was just as new, all the beads were in place like nothing happened.

“Oh right, thanks Ino-Chan.” Ino helped Sakura put the bracelet on.

“What were you saying about the park?” And so Sakura told Ino what happened, minus her bracelet making up something else they broke and what Sasuke and his brother did for her.

During class Sakura couldn’t stop thinking about how this had happened. Only Sasuke and his brother would have known right? So did that mean they had something to do with it?

Sakura looked back over at Sasuke and as if sensing her eyes on him he turned to look at her. Both quickly looked away, it was him. She could hear his thoughts of him hoping she didn’t know about it.

Her heart began thumping in her chest and face felt warm.

What is this feeling?

[eyesthatroll]

wip catalogue ! ft. qh43, lh43, jh86, nm29, tz11, jc37, dm91

author's note; hey everyone, mari here, just wanted to say thank you for 1k followers!!!!!!!!1 that's crazy, and you guys are so so amazing and cool and swag. i thought about doing a celly, (fun fact, i've never done one of those!) but i've decided to save that for next time and attempt to do a draft clean out.

i have 117 drafts, really just pages upon pages of unfinished work that i'd like to get out at some point. so, if you enjoy my writing, under the cut will be excerpts from fics/oneshots/series' that i haven't finished. if any of them of them peak your interest, please let me know by either leaving a comment, or something in my inbox. i'll try and work on the ones that have the most interest first, and then finish the others. if this doesn't make sense, or you have any questions, you can let me know in the same fashion.

dad!jt compher x fem!reader

Eamon huffs out of frustration. “She’ll already marry Sammy B. by then.”

Laughter escapes JT’s lips, “and who is Sammy B.?”

He huffs again. “He has black hair, and he sits by her in reading. Why can’t I have hair like mommy?”

“I got my hair color from my dad, your papa, just like you got yours from daddy.” You explain.

“Well, I don’t want daddy’s stupid h-hair.” Eamon’s voice waivers, and the tears that he was holding in begin to free fall. He turns into your side, clutching your shirt.

This idea randomly came to me. Eamon would probably be in either first or second grade, and has a little crush like all kids have. Said crush doesn't like his hair color, and tells him that flat out because kids are menaces and very blunt. OR. Was floating around the idea of the same concept, but perhaps a teenage girl? tween girl, maybe middle school age, and the boy she likes only likes blondes, so she asks to dye her hair blonde? But obviously that conversation would be waaaay more mature. I don't know. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.

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jack hughes x fem!reader (best friends brother/kinda enemies to lovers)

"You can put your drink on my tab." A voice says, coming up from behind you, a hand on the small of your back as he takes a seat at the barstool to your right. You smile to yourself, shaking your head before turning to him.

You quirk a brow at him, "I did that already."

He rolls his eyes at your answer, taking a sip of his own drink, some beer you'd never heard of until earlier tonight. You'd taken a sip of Luke's earlier, and about gagged at the taste. "Of course you did."

You shrug your shoulders, no shame in your game. You were at a bar with about a dozen NHL players, you'd be damned if you had to buy your own drinks. "I already told Lukey I'm not paying for anything this weekend."

The request: Hiii can I request something where reader and luke know each other from college and they’re at a party or bar and jack is visiting luke so they see each other and jack is interested in reader but she’s playing hard to get 🤭

I changed the request a bit, so it's set in this season when Luke is already with the Devils, and reader visits during that 5 game homestead. This would probably be a long one shot, and I like the idea of combining these tropes:

forbidden

best friends brother

enemies to lovers (but not insanely enemies)

(more below, but a different part than above)

He scoffs, his hand pushing into your shoulder, playfully of course. "I love this relationship that we have."

You quirk a brow, bringing your glass to your lips, finishing off the rest of your white russian. "And what relationship is that?"

"The one where you pretend you're not in love with your best friends older brother."

"I always did like Quinn." You respond, an innocent smile on your lips.

"No-"

You cut him off. "Plus, he has that whole Captain thing going on. Very sexy."

"He has a girlfriend!" He exclaims.

You shrug your shoulders, leaning in closer to face him. "That's too bad."

You're obviously joking, but Jack doesn't seem to catch on. "And, you're too young for him."

You shoot him a questioning look. "But not for you, huh?"

He slides his barstool closer to yours, the fabric of his jeans making contact with the bare skin of your knee. "Are you still dating that college fuck, what was his name.. Alan?"

Your tongue rolls over your bottom lip. "Aiden."

He nods, feigning a look of realization, while you both know that he knew his name. "Right, Aiden." He confirms. "The guy who leaves you on the side of the road at 3am."

You scoff, shaking your head. "That was one time."

Your eyes shoot to his palm, that has found a place on your thigh, his warm hand against your cold skin sending a chill throughout your body.

"I could never leave a pretty girl like you on the side of the road." He continues.

Probably going to have a lot of bickering throughout the fic, reader will be hardheaded and uncompromising on fucking up her friendship with Luke. I haven't fleshed out the personalities I want them to have yet so this is in a very rough stage. If you have any thoughts, feel free to let me know.

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nathan mackinnon x fem!reader (5 year age gap)

“Today’s my 23rd birthday.” You say, before taking a sip of your drink, your attention to the right, where a man as struck up a conversation with you at the bar.

He takes a swig of his beer, his eyes roaming your body before they finally meet your gaze again. He looks conflicted, his brows tensed as if battling an internal war.

You weren’t stupid. You graduated college top of your class—with honors, and even if you hadn’t, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that you were speaking to an older man.

The only man, to even catch a sliver of your entire, in the entire bar. You’d caught eyes with him from across the room, back when you were pushed in a booth with your friends. He looked away immediately, but you could feel his eyes on you every now and again, before you finally excused yourself from the table and went up to the bar. You wore a black slip dress, your hair cascading down your back with silver glitter hair tinsel placed throughout. You didn't bother turning to see if he would follow you, you don't chase, you attract. If he sat in the chair next to you, then he was buying you a drink. And if he didn't, then you'd move on to the next.

“Happy Birthday.” He finally said.

"What happened to your nose?" You were over the birthday formalities-having received them all night. You had questions for the man sitting next to you, starting with his bruised nose, a prominent and formidable feature dominating his face that you couldn't take your eyes off of. With him looking straight at you, you could see that it curved slightly to your right. Nothing stopped the thoughts of feeling it against your skin.

"My nose?" He questions. There's surprise in his tone of voice, like he forgot about the bruise on his nose, or surprised that you'd asked about it.

"Quite the shiner you got there." You comment again, bringing your glass to your lips again, this time finishing off the rest.

"Uh-" he pauses. There it is again with those tensed eyebrows, you wished you could gauge what he was thinking about. "Work incident."

"Damn, where do you work?" You let out a chuckle. You hadn't meant to be blunt, but you couldn't imagine what line of work would create a bruise like that.

He finishes his beer, setting it back on the counter with a light thud. "I work in..sports."

"What are you like a gym teacher?"

He laughs, for the first time since he's sat down next to you. You could tell that he had a nice smile. "Something like that."

Another fic starting in a bar. Don't know how this started, but very self indulgent as I am 22 and suffer from nate mac brainrot daily ! I have no idea for plot at all, literally nothing. I'd probably want to include smut of some sort, that seems very much where the vibe is heading, but I am absolutely terrible at writing it, so I'll have to do some research and practice writing that (if you have any tips-please let me know!!)

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quinn hughes x fem!reader (debating on making this an oc)

Quinn and Reader (debating on making reader an OC!) are getting married in a week, and reader is still struggling to write her vows. Will probably be a long fic and include the wedding. A bit angsty, but a lot of fluff to make up for it. I'd probably give reader/oc emotionally distant parents?? Or maybe her parents are divorced? Not sure. It'll mid offseason, so we'll probably see a lot of familiar faces (j. norris, b. tkachuk, etc.)

Your frustration mounted as you released an exasperated sigh, the eraser of your pencil frantically working overtime to correct yet another line that failed to capture the right essence. You flicked away the eraser remnants with a swift motion of your palm, straightening out your legs and allowing the spiral notebook to settle in your lap. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you closed your eyes, simultaneously opening and closing your hand in an attempt to alleviate the cramping in your fingers. A burgeoning headache threatened to take hold, and you could feel a slight discomfort in your eyes after hours of writing without the aid of your glasses.

A week, you were getting married in a week, and you still hadn't finished writing your vows. Admittedly, you had procrastinated until the last minute, but you hadn't anticipated the challenge to be this daunting. Your love for Quinn surpassed anything you had ever experienced, so why was expressing it in words proving to be such a formidable task? Frustration morphed into annoyance, and you carelessly tossed the notebook onto the modest coffee table before rising from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.

You were grateful that no one was home at the moment. Everyone had gone out for lunch, and you chose to remain behind, citing a lack of sleep the previous night as the reason for your decision to take a nap. While that wasn't entirely false – your night had indeed been restless – your true intention wasn't to catch up on sleep while the others were away. Quinn, being the caring soul he was, insisted on staying with you, but you resisted his efforts and practically ushered him out the door. That was about an hour ago, and you were keenly aware that their return was imminent.

Delving into the medicine cabinet, your fingers located the bottle of aspirin. You poured two into your palm, easily popping them into your mouth and washing them down with water from the sink. Gazing into the mirror, you couldn't help but cringe at your reflection. The extent of your fatigue hit you with full force – the bags under your eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

This would probably just be a fluffy, short, domestic blurb, don't really have any other plot ideas for this.

Arriving home from work, all you wanted to do was take a shower and collapse into your bed. Tonight was an exception, with your shift extending later than usual, around 10:30, instead of your customary 9. Combine that with your regular hour-long commute, and it's almost midnight by the time you finally get home. Silently navigating through the dark and quiet house, it appears that your boyfriend is already asleep. However, as you step into your shared bedroom, you find him slumped against the headboard, eyes fixed on his iPad, headphones in.

The soft glow from the screen casts a muted ambiance in the room, the only sound being the distant hum of the city outside. Your initial fatigue gives way to a subtle pang of guilt, realizing he stayed up to wait for you, something he quite often did when he was home, even though you insisted he not.

He doesn't notice you, until you've crossed over to your dresser to grab your nightclothes before your shower, slightly jumping before dropping his iPad and taking out his headphones. "Hey, you're finally home." He comments, climbing out of his previous spot on the bed to sit at the edge of the bed, his legs hanging off the edge.

You yawn, turning around to face him. "Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?" You question. He pats his thighs, gesturing for you step over to him.

Leaving your clothes to rest on the dresser, you walk over to him. Quinn widens his legs so you can step in between them. Wordlessly, his fingers trail up your waist, to your chest, beginning to undo the buttons of your white lab coat. He slides the fabric off your shoulders, leaving only the black satin blouse you'd been wearing underneath.

He pulls gently at your collar, drawing your lips to his softly. His hands drop to your waist, gripping at your sides to guide you on top of him until you're straddling him.

"Are you okay, Quinn?" you ask, breaking apart from the kiss, just enough for your foreheads to remain pressed against each other.

"Just missed you." he mumbles, pulling you into a hug, his head finding a comfortable spot in the crook of your neck.

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Toxicity, angst, angry sex, maybe second chance love, idk.

"Where have you been?" Jack's inquiry slices through the air, surprising you as you step quietly through the front door. Your boyfriend, still awake and perched on the couch, rises to his feet the moment the door closes, arms crossed at his chest, a sour expression gracing his features. Your brows furrow in confusion as you lift one foot behind you, placing your hand on the wall for balance while attempting to undo your heel.

"What?" His question catches you off guard, especially because you had left him multiple messages earlier, clearly communicating your plans for the night—messages that went unanswered, leaving you on read once again. He sighs, a mix of frustration and concern, and crosses over to you, bending down. Without a word, he grabs your knee, gently pulling your heel-clad foot to rest on your knee, his hands deftly moving to undo the straps. He repeats the same with the other foot, before releasing you of his hold.

"I don't like you being out this late," he says, the firmness in his voice evident as he pushes himself up from his feet. Suddenly, he's towering over you, and you angle your neck to look up at him, annoyance etching your face.

"Sorry, Dad, didn't realize I had a curfew," you slur with a wry smile, a hint of laughter punctuating the absurdity of his concern. With a last dismissive glance, you shake your head and push past him, your shoulder bumping into his side as you ascend the stairs to the bedroom.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

Quinn shows the reader that she can enjoy her birthday when the two of them spend it together for the first time. Would be super fluffy, reader will be written to have two dads, though I might make it an OC instead.

Quinn's persistent nuzzling against your shoulder blade disrupts your peaceful slumber. With a groan, you bury your head deeper into the pillow, yearning to cling to a few more precious moments of sleep before the demands of the day pull you from its embrace. Gradually, he initiates a series of tender kisses, commencing at your collarbone and concluding at that delightful spot just beneath your neck. "Happy Birthday, Angel," Quinn murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Gently parting your eyelids, you shift on your other side to meet his gaze. His eyes are already fixed on you, brimming with adoration, as his teeth graze at his bottom lip. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow that accentuates just how gorgeous he truly is. Even in the early hours, with disheveled hair and faint remnants of drool, he remains undeniably handsome in every retrospect.

"Thank you," you express your gratitude softly, a subtle shyness tinting your voice.

Birthdays, even as a child, never held much appeal for you. The discomfort of being the focal point, the recipient of attention, has remained a constant, and birthdays, with their inevitable spotlight, are something you've always actively avoided. Yet, here you are, facing a birthday that feels different, primarily because Quinn is here to share it with you. This marks the first birthday you're spending with him in the span of your three year relationship, and it's a welcomed departure from the usual routine. It's a rarity, considering his demanding schedule that seldom grants him time off, but you know it's because he'll be leaving for a four game road-trip on Monday.

Reaching over, his hand envelops yours, fingers applying deliberate pressure that prompts a satisfying crack from your knuckles. It's a peculiar habit he picked up from you, a subtle exchange of quirks that began when you surprised him with it initially. "I have a special day planned for you," he announces, punctuating his words with a tender kiss pressed into the center of your palm.

"You know I don't want a fuss, Quinn," you mumble, weariness etched across your features.

He senses your reluctance and responds swiftly, his touch gentle as he brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. "Not too much," he reassures, his words soothing against your worries. "Just want to celebrate you, Angel, on your day." Drawing nearer, he shifts, propping himself up on his right arm as he hovers over you. "Will you let me?" He wets his bottom lip, anticipation palpable as he awaits your response.

A small, close-lipped smile graces your lips as you reach up, your fingers delicately tracing over the overgrown scruff that lines his face. "Of course I will." A wide grin spreads across his face in response to your words, and he leans in, morning breath be damned, as your lips meet in a soft, synchronized dance.

He breaks apart, planting a kiss on your nose, before carefully stepping over you to get out of bed. "You get ready, I'll make breakfast."

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luke hughes x fem!reader (but not really)

This is part two to Nobody's Love. I finished it, but I absolutely hate it, and will basically be starting over from square one. Below is where we would've left off, but when I finish this properly, it won't start with this dialogue, it will probably open within a flashback, and this part will be later in the story (if that makes sense).

"What's going on here?" Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice, and you immediately break away from Jack, moving with an urgency as if you'd been caught doing something forbidden. Frantically, your hands move to wipe away the lingering traces of tears that you'd shed just moments ago. But your efforts to disguise your emotions prove futile as Luke's keen eyes detect the remnants of your sorrow, and his face contorts into a mix of confusion and well-intended concern.

"Why is she crying? What did you do to her?" Luke's voice brims with accusation, his words directed at his brother.. He takes a step forward, his intent to comfort you clear in his movement. You instinctively shuffle backwards, creating a protective distance, your arms loosely crossing over your chest.

Jack scoffs, disbelief etched across his features. "I didn't do anything," he retorts, his tone dripping with emphasis on the word 'I,' subtly implying that Luke is the source of your distress.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Luke's words slice through the air, laced with an unmistakable edge. His face tinges with a reddish hue as his gaze drills into Jack.

Again, would love to give you a bigger excerpt, but I hate everything else of what I've written LMAO. Let me know your thoughts if you have any.

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quinn hughes x darcy sorokin (black fem!oc)

Basically a quinn x single mom au. May rewrite this entire thing. Also, started this months ago and loved the name Sunny for the kid (Sunny Sorokin) (no relation to the hockey player) but now I kind of hate it :)

Quinn became utterly enamored with her the moment his gaze met hers in the diner. She was a delightful surprise, replacing his usual waiter, Johnny, to collect his order. Her dark skin seemed to radiate a subtle glow under the dim diner lights, and her curly hair was artfully gathered in a loose bun resting at the back of her neck, adorned with a floral bandana draped over it. When she smiled, her dimples and the slight gap between her front teeth only added to her charm, leaving Quinn captivated and unable to shake thoughts of her for days.

Quinn stumbled upon Alma’s, the quaint diner, during his rookie year in Vancouver. Its unassuming atmosphere, a hidden gem tucked away, immediately resonated with him, providing a sense of ease. Combine that with the staff’s familial treatment, and he easily became a regular patron. Now, however, his visits weren’t just about unwinding and savoring a meal; he hoped to encounter the beautiful waitress he had learned was named Darcy (not through inquiry, but thanks to her name tag — he was too anxious to ask). Quinn relished any excuse to come to the diner, whether to be served by Darcy or simply steal glances at her when she wasn’t looking.

Quinn’s attempts to discreetly observe Darcy didn’t go unnoticed. She could sense the weight of his gaze, subtly tracking her movements around the diner. Intrigued and slightly puzzled by his behavior, Darcy decided to approach her co-worker, Johnny, to inquire about this regular customer. Johnny, with his wealth of experience at the diner, shared that Quinn was a nice guy who had been a faithful patron for years. He detailed Quinn’s routine of ordering the same breakfast every morning—soft scrambled eggs on wheat—followed by prolonged disappearances, especially during the summer months. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Darcy’s curiosity about the handsome and somewhat mysterious customer deepened. 

Darcy couldn’t deny the undeniable attractiveness of the man. His chestnut brown hair, steadily growing out since their first encounter, months ago, often required his attention as he habitually moved it out of his line of sight. His eyes, a deep brown that occasionally hinted at hazel in the early morning light. The way his teeth grazed over his bottom lip during conversation, though she was unsure if it was born out of nervousness or mere habit. Following the tumultuous chapter with her ex-boyfriend, after nearly five years, another man had finally found a place in her thoughts.

She harbored these thoughts secretly, keeping them locked away from anyone but herself. With her son, Sunny, now five years old, she couldn’t afford to be hasty. Sunny, more aware of his surroundings, comprehended things with greater clarity. She had already delicately explained the departure of his father, her ex-boyfriend, wanting to shield him from the unnecessary pain of the wondering, not knowing. And despite yearnings for companionship, she held the burden of guilt for Sunny’s lack of a father figure, and understood the importance of not rushing into a relationship that wasn’t genuine. Both she and Sunny deserved better, and she was determined to prioritize their well-being.

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quinn hughes x fem!reader

Quinn and Reader go to their favorite diner late after a game. Probably lots of fluff, reminiscing. Possibly out of character Quinn, not too sure if he'd be into pda in front of the wags LOL.

Hovering in the distant corner, your fingers nervously toyed with the security pass draped around your neck, its edge resting just above the waistline of your jeans. A cluster of other wives and girlfriends lingered in the same vicinity, engaged in casual banter among themselves. You offered polite smiles, but there was no effort on their part to include you, nor did you make any overtures to join their conversation.

At last, you caught sight of a familiar mop of brown hair making its way down the hallway. The impulse to sprint towards him, leap into his arms, and plant an immediate kiss on his lips surged within you. However, with watchful eyes fixed on you, you opted for a more restrained approach, contenting yourself with a gentle caress of your hand against his right bicep. "Great game, Quinn."

A puzzled expression settles on his face, seemingly oblivious to the attention directed your way, or perhaps indifferent to it. His calloused hands find their place on your waist, guiding you closer as he dips his head low to meet your lips. Your fingers intertwine around his neck, and as his towering figure elevates you slightly off the ground, he murmurs, "Thank you, baby."

An orchestra of 'awws' surrounds you, a symphony of approval that bathes your cheeks in warmth. Quinn, charmed by your bashful response, lets out a chuckle, drawing you back into the protective embrace of his side. As he ushers both of you towards the back door, he bids the women farewell with a casual, "Goodnight, ladies," leaving the echo of their admiration suspended in the air.

"Goodbye, Quinn!" Their voices lingered with a touch of wistful admiration. You couldn't help but notice the collective enchantment Quinn seemed to cast on them. It wasn't entirely surprising—your boyfriend possessed a magnetic blend of boyish charm and dorky allure that had a way of rendering anyone weak in the knees. Since being crowned captain and amassing a string of victories, his newfound confidence only added to his undeniable sex appeal.

The night air nips at the exposed skin, coaxing you to cling closer to Quinn's comforting frame. As you approach the car, the two of you reluctantly break apart. "Do you want me to drive?" Quinn shakes his head with an easy smile, planting a tender kiss on your forehead before courteously opening the passenger side door for you.

You smoothly slide into the car, and Quinn secures the door behind you. With a jog to the driver's side, he swiftly settles into the seat, key in the ignition. Your hand instinctively reaches for the heat controls, but Quinn, ever attentive, beats you to it. After ensuring your seatbelt is on, he rests his hand on your thigh, the warmth of his touch contrasting the cool night air as he skillfully navigates out of the once bustling parking garage.

"Eddie's?" His voice dances just above the soft melody of the radio in the background. Tilting your head to the left, you catch his gaze for a fleeting moment before his focus returns to the road.

"Okay" You nod absentmindedly, a yawn escaping your lips as you lean your head against the window of the car.

He peers at you once more, skepticism lingering in his gaze. "Are you sure? We can just call it a night and head home if you're tired."

Your hand descends onto his, offering a reassuring squeeze. Fatigue clings to you, but the knowledge that he's hungry and wouldn't eat if you went home propels you forward. "I want to go out with you, Quinn."

A grin overtakes his lips, and he brings your hand up to his mouth, peppering a kiss against your palm.

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dawson mercer x juniper hughes (fem!oc) (luke's twin)

Remember last halloween when I floated around the idea of dawson x hughes sister. I started it, barely a sliver into the universe. I also know very little about dawson other than I think he's an absolute cutie pie, so I'll have to do some research for this series for sure. Will deal with heavy topics such as alcoholism, addiction, etc, so if that is triggering for you, this may not be the series for you, please take care of yourself, love you.

Juniper Hughes was no stranger to the judgmental eyes. They seemed to trail her everywhere she went, the invisible weight of societal expectations bearing down on her, reminding her both of who her family was and who she wasn't. While her brothers excelled as perfect, professional athletes, following in her parents' footsteps, she had been on a different journey—one of recovery from alcoholism after her expulsion from school due to underage drinking.

Twelve long years of arduous study, relentless commitment to extracurricular activities, unending string of tests, and the suffocating pressure of expectations—Juniper endured it all. Only one fateful night was enough to strip away everything she'd worked for. In the blink of an eye, her scholarship to Brown University was lost, her only friend torn from her, and her dignity shattered into pieces. The ruthless media, once her cheerleaders, rapidly transformed into her tormentors, subjecting her to a public shaming campaign for her mistakes, constantly drawing odious comparisons with her accomplished brothers. The intrusive question hung heavily in the air, echoing endlessly: where had her parents gone wrong with her?

Why was she so deeply flawed while her brothers seemed to glide through life unburdened? Why couldn't she manage a regular relationship-whether it was with alcohol, food, or people, but they could? Juniper's life had always been marked by relentless effort, a result of sheer necessity. Unlike her brothers, nothing seemed to come naturally to her—school, sports, it all required double the hard work just to lag two steps behind them. Alcohol served as her escape, a means to shed the heavy cloak of perfectionism that enveloped her. It provided release, a fleeting respite from her self-imposed pressures. Juniper enjoyed the person she became when she drank, but the mornings after, the ensuing guilt and repercussions, they ruined her.

"Cleaned out the guest bedroom for you, Twinny," Luke's voice is gentle as he opens the bedroom door, ushering you inside. Juniper offers him a nod, accompanied by a faint smile, and steps into the room. It's devoid of any distinctive character, featuring only four white walls, a simple bed, and a closet. As she walks around, she can't help but grimace, the stark emptiness of the room triggering memories of your time in the rehab center.

Juniper gracefully lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, her fingers delicately tracing the intricate designs on the black and white duvet. Luke and Jack linger in the doorway, observing her with wordless, almost reverent gazes, as if any sound might shatter the fragile stillness of the room. She clears her throat, then turns her gaze toward her brothers. "Thanks."

While this fic will deal with heavy topics, I don't want this entire series to be super depressing, so I'll try and add equal amounts fluff!!

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Part of the Bless the Broken Road series. Jack gets the kids up and takes them to school for the first time without readers help. Super fluffy. Might completely rewrite it, though.

"Hey, wake up." Y/N shakes Jack awake, her hand pressing into his shoulder as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed next to him.

Jack groans, stirring in his sleep, his eyes squinting open to meet her chocolate brown gaze.

"Remember, school starts at 8, kids need to be up by 7, and you need to be out the door no later than 7:45."

Y/N leaned down to plant a tender kiss on his forehead before straightening up. With grace, she retrieved her phone from the dresser and picked up her coat hanging from the back of the door. "Yeah, I know, I got it, baby," he dismissed, though when Y/N glanced back at him, his eyelids had drooped shut once more.

She flicks his cheek. "Don't fall back asleep!"

She was well aware of Jack's exhaustion, considering he had a late game last night that went into overtime. However, she had a scheduled meeting with a contractor at the bakery early in the morning, which meant Jack had to shoulder the responsibility of taking the twins to school.

Smacking her finger away, he forced his eyes open once more and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "I'm up." He rasps, "now go before you're late."

She gives him a knowing look, shaking her head. "Call me if you need anything."

"We'll be fine." He assures.

Things were definitely not fine. Jack couldn't pinpoint when or how it happened, but at some indeterminate moment, he'd drifted back into sleep, only to be roused by a gentle poking on his forehead and a soft voice by his side. He blinked his eyes open, finding his youngest son, Adler, right in front of him, his lips curved into a pout.

"Where's mommy?" Adler asks.

Jack's eyes shoot wide open, and he promptly sits up, his gaze fixed on the alarm clock perched atop the dresser, which displayed the time as 7:36. With a swift hand running through his tousled brown hair, he mutters a curse under his breath. Adler instinctively takes a step back as Jack moves abruptly, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously, forming knots of unease in front of him.

Exhaling a deep breath, Jack pushed off the covers, swinging his feet to the right side of the bed. He gently grasps Adler's shoulders, using one hand to push stray curls out of his eye line, his voice soft and reassuring. "Mommy had to go to work early today,"

Adler nods. "So no school today?"

Jack shakes his head. "I'm gonna take you. Will you wake up your brother for me, please?"

He nods, and Jack breaks into a grin, pulling Adler into a tight hug. With a gentle lift, Jack stands up, eliciting gleeful giggles from Adler as he spins them around in a circle. The sound of the child's laughter fills the quiet stillness of the house, prompting laughter of Jack's own. Setting Adler back down, the boy immediately dashes off, sprinting back to his bedroom.

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jack hughes x fem!reader (ex-situationship to lovers??)

Months ago, when Jack had insisted that you attend your first hockey game when the season started, he had presented you with one of his jerseys. It had ended up tucked away in the back of your closet, gathering dust and fading into oblivion. In fact, you'd nearly forgotten about it altogether. However, the morning after your conversation with Luke, a sudden thought about what to wear to the game had crossed your mind. You were certain of one thing: you had no intention of donning Jack's jersey. You did briefly consider asking Luke for one, but that would have been counterproductive since he shared the same last name as him. Instead, you were determined to indulge in a little pettiness.

On that particular day, you impulsively ordered a Red Wings jersey from eBay. It happened to be Moritz Seider's jersey, though you didn't really know much about him, or whether he was still actively playing or not. Frankly, you didn't care. You had no intention of cheering for the Red Wings, you simply saw the purchase as a final "fuck you" to Jack Hughes.

Reader and Jack "breakup" and so she wears a different jersey to a game to spite him. Jack gets jealous, yada yada you can probably guess the vibes.

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trevor zegras x fem!reader (bookstore owner)

Trevor comes into readers bookshop a couple times a week, begging to take her out on a date. Might turn into a 3 times he asked and the 1 time she said yes type thing. Not sure!

"Go on a date with me." Your gaze transitions from the non-fiction books that you were presently shelving to the tall blonde on your right. He regards you with eager anticipation, awaiting your response, although it seems to be no different from all the previous rejections you've given him.

"Don't you have anything more productive to do than pester me while I'm trying to work?" Your voice carries a tinge of irritation as you descend from the small stepladder.

He offers a nonchalant shrug, feigning innocence with an expression of mock sincerity. "Just one date."

You push your way past him, making contact with his side as you stride back toward the front desk. He tails you, mirroring your movements like a lost puppy, eventually leaning his elbows casually on the tall counter, opposite to where you take a seat behind it.

"Why must you deny this obvious chemistry?" He's teasing, his face leaning on his hand as he looks intently at you. You let out a huff of laughter, settling into the spinny chair.

"Does rejection get you off or something?"

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luke hughes x fem!reader

Reader broke up with Luke months ago, and doesn't expect to see him again, but she does, and he wants answers. Angsty, but will probably have a happy ending.

You tried your best to move on from him, putting in every ounce of effort you could to try and forget him. You threw yourself into your work, deliberately steered clear of the songs that held his memory, and even canceled your ESPN Plus subscription to shield yourself from the overpowering sadness that welled up whenever you saw him on the ice.

You weren't angry with him; anger had no place in your heart. After all, you were the one who had made the difficult decision to end things with him. You had asked him to leave your apartment as he struggled through sobs, his voice filled with desperation, seeking answers about what had led to the dissolution of your relationship. And despite the tears brimming in your own eyes, you didn't break down, standing your ground as he tried to challenge your conclusion.

Your sadness clung to you like a relentless shadow, casting a long and persistent gloom over your life for months. The vibrant and extroverted girl you once were seemed like a distant memory as you found solace in the confines of your home. Days passed in mechanical, robotic-like motions, each one blending into the next in a monotonous blur. Even the cheerful banter and laughter of your co-workers, which once provided a semblance of happiness, now felt like distant echoes in the cavernous emptiness of your heart. And nights were spent curled up on the couch, lost in the embrace of comforting films from your childhood, each frame a desperate attempt to escape the crushing loneliness that had become your all-encompassing reality.

You were aware it wasn't healthy, and though that knowledge weighed on you like a heavy anchor, you made no effort to climb up to the surface for air. The relentless ache in your chest, filled with sorrow and regret over losing the boy you had loved so deeply, was like a suffocating fog, clouding your vision at every turn. You couldn't go anywhere without being haunted by phantom images of him, his presence lingering like a stubborn ghost in the back of your mind.

It only got worse in the weeks leading up to the Devils vs. Red Wings game. You were aware that he would be in town, and that knowledge sent you spiraling into self-pity and uncertainty. You had deliberately steered clear of any rumors about his dating life, but your mind couldn't help but obsessively wonder whether he still missed you. Whether he mourned the loss of your relationship, or had moved on to someone better – a fear that had haunted you ever since he moved to Jersey even before the breakup.

It's a rainy Tuesday night, and you impassively make your way to Walmart with one single purpose in mind: to purchase alcohol and junk food. Your plan was simple – to watch the game and numb your sorrows with alcohol. You were fully aware of how pathetic it might seem, but at that moment, you simply don't care.

You stretch up onto your tiptoes, straining to reach a tall bottle of merlot perched on the top shelf, your shopping basket hanging from the crook of your elbow. In your haste to secure your wine, a sudden, sharp pain pierces your sternum. Your grip falters, and the basket slips from your grasp, clattering to the floor with an ear-splitting thud. One hand flies to your chest, your fingers resting on your heartbeat that pounded wildly against the thin fabric of your shirt. Disoriented, you stumble backward, the voice of a concerned stranger echoing in the distance as your vision blurs and darkness encroaches.

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jack hughes x fem!reader

Jack spends the night at Readers apartment for the first time, and asks her to move in with him. Probably would be a short blurb, maybe 1k-1.5k words and under.

"You live in this building?" Jack inquires, his gaze sweeping over the aging building, a typical five-story apartment complex in dire need of renovation. You nod at him, shutting the passenger-side door as you step out.

"Is this area safe?" He inquires, his eyes lingering hesitantly on the parking lot.

You were roughly forty minutes from Jack's neighborhood, and while this area was a bit rundown and perhaps less safe, you thankfully had never encountered any issues.

"Uh, yeah," you respond, taking Jack's hand and leading him toward the entrance. After a moment of rummaging in your bag, you locate the key to the building, insert it into the lock, and swing the door open. Jack grabs the door, gesturing for you to enter first.

Your building lacked an elevator, so you faced a long climb to the fifth floor, where apartment 48B awaited.

As you unlocked the door, you visually cringed at the chaotic scene that greeted you. Clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, dishes forming a precarious tower in the sink. You hadn't had a chance to tidy up before Jack insisted on spending the weekend in your modest abode. And although you hesitated, knowing your apartment was far from perfect, you couldn't resist any longer. You two had been dating for about a month, and he had yet to see where you lived. He'd casually mentioned it a few times, so you knew it was time to swallow your pride and invite him over.

"Sorry bout' the mess." You apologize, nearly tripping over yourself to grab a pile of clothes off the floor.

Jack runs his hand across the wall to his right, his fingers tracing the scattered nail gun holes. "What the hell happened to the wall?" he asks, furrowing his brows in concern.

You pause in your cleaning, turning to face him. "Oh, the neighbors like to get drunk and play with their nail gun. Don't stand too close." you warn, shaking your head.

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quinn hughes x pharmacist!femreader

Nothing started for this, but my time working in a retail pharmacy has me obsessed with writing this pairing. Might make her an OC, though. I love the idea of a badass working woman who doesn't put her life on hold just because she's married to a hockey player.

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If you're wondering about the status of Never Have I Ever, I'm gonna be honest, I may discontinue that 🫣. Sorry! I just have no motivation to write out that storyline now, but maybe sometime in the future I will.

author's note part two: Obviously this isn't all of my wips, only some, and most haven't been edited at all and a very rough drafts, but I wanted to give you a glimpse of what I have sitting in my drafts. I also have a lot of things in my inbox that I want to get written, but I have been slacking (clearly). I also wanna do some song fics because I've never done one and think that could be cool. Again, if you have any thoughts, don't hesitate to let me know.

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Sorry for the long awaited 10th Doctor fic. I won’t lie, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to write. That’s when I came across this gif! My favorite duo! The Doctor Donna duo! They always had such a fun dynamic in the show that I said to myself “what if they were the reader’s Caregivers?” So please enjoy this cute fic!!

Who Broke The Vase?🏺💙

Caregiver! 10th Doctor, Caregiver! Donna Nobel, & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - hurt/comfort, DoctorDonna duo are the cutest, stuffie, broken glass, mention of violence at the end (just playful banter no worries), hugs and forehead kisses

Nicknames - Mama for Donna, Papa for The Doctor, space boy for The Doctor, munchkin, little one, little rose, darling

“Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?” Donna grabbed her purse off the counter top and looked over at me.

“Of course! You’re just going around the corner to the Tardis. I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sir Teddy the second to watch me.” I gestured to the stuffie on my left.

I was sitting in the living room, legos spread throughout the floor. I was making the coolest building for Mama when we both heard the sound of the Tardis in the distance.

The Tardis meant Papa was home! He always brings me the coolest gifts or even better he takes Mama and I on the coolest adventures! I wonder what it’s going to be this time.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon with Papa. Don’t you or Sir Teddy the second do anything stupid while I’m gone.” She joked with a wink.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, “We won’t.”

She walked over and placed a kiss to the top of my head and one to Teddy’s head before she left out the front door. “Love you munchkin. Be back soon.”

“Love you too Mama!” I called back to her before the door closed.

The Doctor Donna duo were the farthest thing from a couple. They are what you like to call platonic soulmates. On one of their adventures they met me and were extremely kind and compassionate about my regression.

They surprised me one day and said they would be my Caregivers, not as a couple but as two separate Caregivers both wanting to love and protect me. What more could a Little ask for?

I played with my legos for a little bit but I couldn’t really focus on them. I was so curious to what Papa had been up to since he left. Maybe he found a new alien race? Maybe he solved world peace on another planet? Maybe he saved another spaceship?

Wait! I looked into the kitchen at the fridge. At the very top of the fridge is the picture of the Tardis I drew with a magnet on top to hold it in place. And this isn’t just any drawing! I drew this one especially for Papa!

It’s Mama, Papa and I on the beach with the Tardis resting under an umbrella. Papa would find the Tardis to be so silly! He would absolutely love it!

So onto my feet and off to the kitchen with Teddy I ran! Except when I got to the fridge I had a problem…the drawing was at the vvvveeeerrrrrryyyy top of the fridge and was hard to grab, even on my tippy toes.

This was a problem, but not one I couldn’t figure out. First step was getting something to stand on. Mama has a step stool somewhere…Ah ha! In the pantry!

I grabbed the step stool and brought it to the front of the fridge. But even at the top step it wasn’t enough! Now we had to result to drastic measures. Holding onto the fridge handle with one hand and Teddy with the other, I swung him in the hopes that he would hit the picture and knock it loose.

I hit and hit and hit and with one final swing, the magnet fell and my picture slowly started to drift down. But I also hit something else…

Teddy’s leg managed to snag the handle of the white and blue vase at the top of the fridge. Teddy’s leg snagged it and threw it off the top, shattering it on the floor below.

I stood there on the step stool in total shock. My heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through my mind. One thought stuck and stayed, I am in so much trouble.

I’ve never been in big trouble with my Caregivers before. What were they going to be like? Angry, loud, frustrated?!

Tears started to fall down my face as my beautiful picture landed near the mess. What was I going to do? Was there enough time to clean this mess? Maybe Mama wouldn’t notice the vase missing.

But soon I heard Papa and Mama’s voice in the distance. I couldn’t think, I was just starting to panic. I just started to run, leaving the mess and my picture behind. I grabbed Teddy and ran upstairs to the safety of my room.

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The Doctor swung the door open with his usual grin on his face, “Y/N! I’m home!!”

But instead of seeing his little one run as fast as they could over to him, he was met with a silence. Strange…Y/N is usually happy to see him.

Donna scooted past him and walked into the house worried, “Y/N? Y/N?!” Where had their Little gone?

Donna searched the living room finding the legos left abandoned. The Doctor searched around for any sign of the Little. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Donna? Did you have something white and blue made out of glass?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?” Donna joined the Doctor in the kitchen as they looked over the mess.

Pieces of glass surrounded the fridge and the step stool. On top of the mess laid the picture Y/N had drawn for the Doctor.

The Doctor picked it up and smiled at the picture. He always loved all of Y/N creations. This one was especially funny to him.

“Doesn’t take Sherlock Homes to figure out what happened here.” The Doctor joked.

“You think they’re okay? Maybe they got hurt?” Donna looked around the room frantically.

“No, no, I think they’re okay. If they were hurt they would’ve ran to us right away. I think the accident just scared them.” The Doctor said looking over the pieces. “What was this anyway?”

“It was a vase my mum bought me. I never really liked it but she insisted I have it to lighten up the room. But she doesn’t know that glass and Littles usually don’t mix.” She laughed.

“You’re right about that.” The Doctor stood up and looked to the stairs. “We better see if they’re alright.”

“Hold on just a minute their space boy,” she grabbed his arm. “We need to be on the same page with this. No good Papa, mean mama routine anymore.”

“Well, it was just a vase. One you didn’t even like that much.” He pointed out.

Donna rolled her eyes, “The vase doesn’t matter. What matters is they could’ve gotten serious hurt while we were gone. That’s what we need to focus on with them. Just, follow my lead with this and don’t be mister good guy.”

“I’m not always Mister good guy! I’m stern.”

Donna just riled her head and gave him a look, a look that said ‘you’re the biggest softie there is’. He sighed, “Alright.” He pocketed the drawing before following Donna upstairs.

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And with that the two made their way up stairs. They immediately went into Y/N’s room, their door was wide open but they were missing from the room.

The Doctor Donna duo was about to leave when they heard soft sniffling and sobs from the closet. The Doctor’s hearts and Donna’s singular heart broke hearing the upset Little.

The Doctor carefully opened the closet door and couched down. There in the back of the closet clutching their stuffie sat Y/N, tears running down their face as they cowered away. “I’m sorry! I’m sowry!!”

“Awwww, Y/N it’s alright. Papa and Mama are not angry. Come here, we just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” The Doctor said holding a hand out for them.

But they didn’t move from their spot. They just shook their head, “ ‘m fine.” They said with a broken voice.

Donna took a seat on the ground next to the Doctor, “I know you’re fine darling but Mama is so worried about her little rose. Could you come out so I can make sure my rose isn’t missing a petal?”

The Doctor smiled at Donna, knowing she would only save such a nickname for someone as special as Y/N. Her soft and gentle voice started to relax Y/N a bit. They crawled out of their spot and over to Donna who held her arms out to them. Y/N was then wrapped into Donna arms, getting a big comforting hug from her.

“There we are. You’re okay my little rose. You’re okay.” She whispered as she rocked them back and forth in her arms. Y/N turned and buried their face against her shoulder.

Now, let’s have a look at your arms,” The Doctor leaned over and lifted their arm high up then back down. “Alright this one looks to be okay!”

“And now let’s look at the right arm,” the Doctor did the same thing, overly lifting their arm then bringing it back down. “Everything look alright with me Captain.” The Doctor winked to Donna.

“Thank you sergeant.” She winked back. “We can’t have our best soldier getting hurt now can we?” That brought a small smile to Y/N face.

“Now let’s check on Sir Teddy the Second. Would you mind lifting his left paw?” The Doctor asked.

Y/N had stopped crying, watching the two with amusement as they first examined them then Teddy, making sure they were both okay.

Once the two Caregivers had settled their Little down, it was time to ask the big questions. “What happened to you and Teddy? Why did you leave the living room?”

Y/N expression dropped hearing that they could maybe be in trouble again. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to!” They began panicking again.

The Doctor took their hand in his right away. “No, no, no, we’re not angry! We were so worried about you. We thought the worst that maybe you got hurt or cut by the glass.”

Donna wrapped an arm around them, “Darling you know I didn’t like the vase Nan got us. That’s not an excuse to break it, but the vase is not what matters. You’re what matters to me.”

The Doctor decided to help, “Was it to get this beautiful picture for me?” He held the picture in his arms.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah I wanted to give Papa the picture with the Tardis.” They leaned over and pointed on the Tardis under the umbrella. “See, we’re all at the beach and the tardis is resting under the umbrella.”

The Doctor chuckled, “That is hilarious. I could just picture the Tardis resting under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful picture!” He smiled at the picture. But his eyes soon caught Donna’s serious ones.

He cleared his throat and continued on, “But while it is a beautiful photo. It’s not something that should put you in danger.”

“It was at the top of the fridge! I wanted to get it before you came home. So I used Teddy to get it and….the vase fell.” They tried to explain.

“Yessss but you could’ve asked me to grab it before he saw it in the kitchen.” Donna reminded.

“Oh…yeah…” Wow, that all made sense.

The two Caregivers couldn’t help but laugh. “Listen, I think you learned your lesson. Just never do something dangerous like that again please. If you need help with something always ask Papa or me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll never do it again.” They shook their head.

Donna and the Doctor smiled then placed a loving kiss to the top of their head. “Then all is forgive darling.”

The three stood up but immediately Y/N put their arms up and made grabby hands at the Doctor. His face lit up as he picked the Little up and into his arms.

“There we are. Now, let’s see the present Papa brought home for you!”

“Present?!” Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Straight from 45 BC Rome! You know I met Julius Caesar when I was there?”

“Reallly?! Wooooowwwww! Did you warn him he was about to get stabbed in the back?”

“What?! No! I couldn’t tell him that! It could change history as we know it!”

“That isn’t being a nice friend though.”

“Stabbing him in the back is not being a nice friend, I’m just protecting history.”

Donna couldn’t help but smirk at the two antics. Whether the Doctor liked it or not he was truly a softie when it came to his Little Y/N. But she wasn’t the stern one her mother expected her to be either.

Just like the vase she was breaking the model of what it meant to be a good parent or in this case a good Caregiver.

“I agree darling I don’t think the Doctor was being a good friend.”

The Doctor turned around shocked, “You two?! I can’t win can I?”

Y/N and Donna smiled, “Nope!” They both said together.