#some fluff to start off the yr :3

[xia0ming56]

Happy new year!!! Wanted to post this at 12 am but my ipad died on me b4 i cld finish it :///

[atrirose]

⠀⠀( ⠀⠀치클 ⠀⠀) ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ GRWM ⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭 ! ⠀⠀ enha

⠀⠀ s : GRWM to break up with my boyfriend oops ! ᆼᆽᆼ enha ! bf x f ! r .. tiktok 𝓈eries ⠀⠀⠀ㅜㅜ warning : kissing + FLUFF wc 1.2k ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ seiu : tt update after 300 yr

— HEESEUNG LEE

you sat on the bed with a phone sat up, recording you with heeseung in the background not paying attention, lost in his phone “get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned towards you, your back faced him, “what are you talking about?” he questioned “not now babe i’m trying to film a tiktok”

“no i can see that but would mind explaining yourself real quick yn” he scooted closer to you, grabbing your shoulders to make you face him “it’s a get ready with me video hee” you said rolling your eyes “yeah i know that but what do you mean ‘to break up with my boyfriend’?” he said, you try not to laugh but it’s impossible seeing how serious heeseung is “god you are so cute” you said as you cupped his face and gave him a quick peck “i was just joking”

“it better be joke, we aren’t ending ever”

— JONGSEING PARK

“what are you doing?” jay asked as you set up the camera “just a tiktok” he hummed going back to his song writing “hi guys ! get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” you peered over jay from the camera, he didn’t even move an inch, still busy with his notepad writing, “so me and my boyfriend have been dating for 3 years now and honestly he is the best you could ask but i just don’t feel like it anymore so i decided to break up with him” you did your skin care as you blabbed nonsense but jay still remained stoic.

you switched off the phone as you stomped your way towards him, he looked up with a smirk “what’s wrong darling? are you done with the tiktok?” this cheeky bastard “you…” you are pouting trying to find the correct words but instead of you getting a reaction out of him he has you all bothered “me?”

“meanie” you said walking away only to be pulled by him, you landed on his lap, he hugged you tightly “we are not breaking up ever so these pranks won’t work on me, why don’t you find another one hmm?” he said pressing you against his chest

“you and me have to grow old together”

— JAEYUN SIM

“get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” jake looked “what?” he questioned hoping he heard wrong “jake not now im filming a tiktok”

“i’m pregnant” you whipped your head towards him in disbelief “that’s not how it works jake” you said doing your mascara while he fiddled with your jacket trying to think of some excuse “yn stop i will cry” you giggled at him, cupping his face and pulling him for a long peck “say you are joking” his face still being squeezed by your hands “it’s a prank jake sorry baby” your his nose while he glared at you “not funny, im afraid you have no humor, the police going to get you”

“i accept cuddles and kisses to forgive you for what you did”

— SUNGHOON PARK

“you’re recording?” sunghoon said as he flopped behind you on the bed watching some video on his phone “yeah” you said setting up the stuff “okay, i will turn off the volume” he said getting up to kiss your cheeks before you hit record

“hi guys, i know it’s been so long since i posted anything but get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” sunghoon paused the video as he got up sitting next to you, his eyes scanning your face as you “babe do you need some-”

“unless you have other boyfriends you are breaking up, but you obviously don’t thus stop lying to them and start recording again” he said, he deleting the recording “you can’t do that” you said as sunghoon laid back down on the bed again “i can do anything” he said pulling you down with him, he kissed you holding your waist down while your hands travelled down his biceps “wouldn’t be able to kiss me if you break up yn” he said smirking, kissing your cheeks all the way down to your collar bone.

“you’re mine forever”

— SUNWOO KIM

“get ready with me-” sunoo enters the washroom in confusion “babe tiktok? without me?” sunoo fake pouts “sorry sun, next okay” you pecked his lips “okay but remember we have to leave soon” he said sitting down at the bed leaving the door open “okay ! so get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” a loud voice came from outside so you went out to check what it was “sunoo are you okay?” you went over to look if he got hurt “yeah i’m fine and you can take your time yn. no rush” hearing your name instead of babe or honey made you gulp.

“i should call the restaurant and let them know we can’t make it too” he said unlocking his phone and you thought its better to say it’s a prank before he starts crying “sunoo it’s a prank babe, im sorry” he turns towards you with a smile “oh good for a second i thought we need to get on” he put his phone up and records himself while you look at him confused “get ready with me to break up with my girlfriend” you hit him as he laughs “stop”

he kissing your forehead “i can never lose you, it will break me, never joke about it”

— JUNGWON YANG

“babe this one?” jungwon asked passing you a face mask “yes thank you” you hit record as he sat on a sofa opposite to you, so he can be out of the frame, admiring his pretty girl “get ready with me ! breaking up with my boyfriend edition” his eyes quickly went from admiring to shocked big boba eyes, he looked like he was frozen “what do you mean?”

“not now won, i’m filming” he didn’t care he sat beside you peering like a cat “if this is a way to engage with audience or just rage bait, i do not care, your not do such a thing please” he said turning off your phone “saying please when i know you are giving an order” he smiled “cuddles please” — “that’s another order with an unnecessary ‘please’ i have face mask on now won” you rolled your eyes, he hugged your waist and made you lay with him.

“i do not care” he said snuggling into your neck

— RIKI NISHIMURA

“get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend-” a loud choking noise “you have other boyfriends because you sure aren’t getting ready to break up with me”

“so you are cool with me having other boyfriends but not breaking up with you” you put on your hair band to get your hair off your face “absolutely not but-” he stumbled with his words trying to find the right thing to say while you hummed and did your skincare, watching him confused “wait how did it get to me having to give an explanation when you are the one in wrong” he huffed

you giggled at his pouty face, twisting from confusion to frustration, you kissed his cheek “i was joking riki” he glared at you trying to prove he is still angry but of course that didn’t last long when you showed up with his favorite food.

“better not pull this again or you will on time out”

[azrielslittleslut]

I have a lil angst/fluff request if your still taking them. Its a single dad azriel x reader. Where he had a baby with Elain but she took off with Lucien and she left Az with the baby (lets say baby is 6 months old and has no wings). Az is kinda freakin out cuz babies and him hes a lil scared on what to do. While on a mission in day court Az then meets reader who has the most beautiful white feathered wings and hes instantly mesmerized. Hes there for such a short amount of time so he decides to shoot his shot and lands himself a few dates (not once mentioning hes a father). He notices once or twice that reader will not engage or awknowledge babies when or if they smile and coo at her, but he thinks nothing of it. On his last night in the Day Court the bond snaps for him ( but not for her) and hes so so freakin happy, he invites her to Velaris to visit his family and meet his son. Hes a lil nervous about it and when he finally introduces them shes so cold and distant, wont even hold the baby or look at him. She flys back home that same night and tells Az some lame excuse that hes nice but he should have started out saying he had a son. Anyway long story short turns out that she had struggled to have a baby with her husband, and when it finally happend she had a rough birth but holding her baby in her arms was worth the wait.

*Trigger warning*

In the end she felt she failed as a mother and couldnt protect her baby from an enemy she had made from being her husband had also died trying to protect their child, so seeing children was just too painful for her and so she tried to avoid at all costs. I see it going both ways Az waiting yrs for her to heal and coming back for her, Or Az and them working and healing together, You can end however you see fit, or not at all of its too triggering. I just hardley ever see single dad Az freaking out over a lil baby. And scared af reader.

"Wounds"

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: talk of child loss/difficult pregnancy, angst, language, fluff, Az being a worried dad, slight Elain slander, happy ending:)

Word Count: 7.8k

a/n: anon, i know this took ages, but i wanted to get it right. i personally have never experienced this, but i hope i did it justice. my thoughts go out to everyone on here who has experienced child loss or hard pregnancies! <3

Enjoy!

"Please stop crying. Please," Azriel begged, his eyes looking worriedly down at the bundle in his arms. No amount of coddling or singing or rocking seemed to soothe the baby, and he was at his wit's end with exhaustion. He held his son close, savoring the warmth radiating from him. "Come on, Ky. What do you need?"

Kyrell, or Ky for short, looked up at Az, his eyes full of tears. His eyes were dark brown, just like his mother's, and Azriel felt a sharp pang in his chest every time he looked at his son. Those eyes brought back memories full of joy, but mostly pain. Azriel couldn't stop his mind from going back to a little over a year ago, back to that day that had changed everything.

"Are you sure, Elain?" Azriel asked, his voice full of anxiety. His shadows swirled around him, sensing the stress of their master. "Have you talked to Madja?"

Elain squared her shoulders, her face like stone. "Madja was the one who confirmed it. I am sure." She rested a hand over her flat belly. "She said I'm only a few weeks along, but she doesn't think the babe has wings."

Az felt a rush of relief wash through his body. He didn't want to remember what had happened with Feyre, and he would rather die than watch Elain suffer the same way. "Are you... happy? I mean, this was unplanned. We were so careful... I don't know how this happened."

They had both been taking the contraceptive tonic, not willing to take any risks since they were so secretive about their relationship. How had this happened?

Elain took a step forward and took his hands in hers. "I am happy, Az. I've always wanted to be a mother," she said, her voice soft. "Yes, this is unexpected, but this baby is a sign of our love. The outcome of a wonderful and beautiful joining that even the cauldron itself couldn't stop."

Azriel's heart swelled in his chest. He pulled his hand from hers, lowering it to rest on her belly. He could already imagine the life growing inside of her, the future they would have together. He pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her hair. "I don't know how to be a father," he admitted. "But we can figure it out together."

Elain wrapped her arms around his waist, careful of his wings. "Together," she agreed.

Those had been fake words and empty promises. Only a few days after Ky's birth, Elain had disappeared quite literally into the night, leaving everything she owned in the townhouse. Az had returned from a short mission in Winter Court to his son crying in his crib and a note on the nightstand saying that Elain had left to be with Lucien. That she had decided to accept the bond and live with him. That she wanted to leave Azriel and their son to live a happy and carefree life.

Unfortunately, being the single father of a newborn didn't give Azriel much time to grieve, or even be angry, about what happened. So he had done what he always did and buried his feelings deep down into his soul. He had a baby to take care of, and he was afraid of what could happen if he let himself feel.

Ky's wail tore through the room, bringing Azriel back to the present. He had cried like this almost every night for the last few weeks, and Azriel couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't cut out to be a father. He couldn't do this. He should have been more careful with Elain. He should have-

"He's teething," Feyre said from the doorway. She made her way into the room, her footsteps light. "They cry like that when they're teething."

Azriel looked down at Ky as he said, "Does that... hurt them?" He ignored how stupid the question sounded as he asked it.

Feyre smiled softly as she held her hands out. "It's uncomfortable for them, and crying is the only way they can tell you. May I?" she asked, her brows raised in expectation. "I do have some experience with this, you know."

Azriel gently handed Ky to Feyre, his wings drooping to the floor. He had moved into the River House after Elain had left. He had tried to do things on his own, not wanting to inconvenience his family. But after a few weeks of not sleeping, or eating for that matter, Rhys and Feyre had all but dragged him into their home, stating that if he didn't move in with them, they would order it as his High Lord and High Lady.

It had been difficult at first, but now he was so thankful for their help. They knew how to raise a baby because of Nyx, and he gladly accepted any advice they offered. They kept their distance, though, allowing Az to figure out fatherhood on his own.

"I'm sorry if he woke you," Az said quietly. "How long does this last?"

Feyre smiled down at Ky, her hand running over his tuft of black hair. "Until their teeth come in." She looked up at Az, and her face hardened as she saw his expression. "This is normal, Az. Healthy, even. It means he's growing, which is a good thing. But for tonight, Rhys is whipping together a salve we used on Nyx to help with the pain. He should have it ready in the next few minutes."

Azriel released a breath, his shadows moving to swirl around Ky. His shadows loved his son, loved swirling around him to make him giggle. "Thank you," Az murmured to Feyre. "For... for all of this. I don't think I would be standing if it weren't for you and Rhys."

Feyre smiled, her eyes bright with emotion. "You're welcome, Az. I would never let one of my closest friends and nephew suffer." She winked at him. "Besides, who else would babysit while you go on a mission?"

Right, his missions. Since Ky had been born, Azriel had gone on a few missions, but he had reluctantly learned how to delegate the harder ones to his spies. He couldn't risk something happening to him now that he had a son to raise, so he only took the easier ones, and he was never gone for more than two days.

"Ky does love to play with Nyx," Azriel murmured quietly as if that was a good enough reason for his son to be left here while he was gone. What would Az do when Ky got older? How would he explain to him the details of his job to his son? What if Ky didn't-

Az was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize Feyre had moved closer to him. "Speaking of missions," she said quietly, her voice low. "Rhys needs you to go to Day Court. Nothing serious, of course. Just routine surveillance."

Azriel nodded distantly, his mind going numb. "Of course. I can leave in the morning." His mind was already racing, preparing to become the shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court and not a scared single father.

Feyre smiled softly, her hand cradling Ky's tiny head. "Don't worry about Ky. We will watch him."

For a few moments, the world narrowed down to his sleeping son in his High Lady's arms. He looked so vulnerable and frail, and Az was overcome with a wave of anger and rage.

How could Elain do this to him? Azriel didn't care if she felt nothing for him, but how could she look at this perfect child and decide to leave?

Azriel locked those feelings away as fast as they came, choosing to ignore them rather than face them head-on. "I'll get the details from Rhys in the morning," he said finally. "A routine trip to Day Court can't be that difficult."

---

It turned out that a routine trip to Day Court could be that difficult. Immediately upon arrival, Azriel quickly realized how much training his spies here lacked. He had spent hours rehashing the basics—how to blend into a crowd, how to remain silent in the shadows. These spies were supposed to be his eyes and ears, yet they couldn’t even follow the simplest of protocols.

Most infuriating of all, they hadn’t been sharing information with each other. One claimed to know about the political shifts happening within the Day Court, but when pressed, they admitted it was only rumors. Another had no idea about the movements of the court’s key players. It was as if they were all operating independently, blind to the larger picture.

Prythian was shifting, changing, and these people had failed to notice. Azriel’s temples pulsed with a dull ache, the constant incompetence chipping away at his already thinning patience. How had it gotten this bad? How had they let things slip so far?

By the time the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the streets of the Day Court, he was no longer hiding in the shadows. There was no point. His headache had grown unbearable, a sharp reminder of how much he longed to be somewhere else—anywhere else. He thought of his son. He missed him fiercely, the boy’s infant giggle, the way his tiny hands would reach up for him when he returned home.

But now, he was trapped in this beautiful, sunlit prison, surrounded by spies who couldn’t even spy. The thought made him grit his teeth.

He had just turned the corner onto another street when he was stopped in his tracks. Before him stood the most beautiful female he had ever seen, but what caught his attention was her feathery white wings. They shimmered faintly in the sunlight, as if they had been dipped in iridescent powder.

"Hey, watch it asshole!" The yell came from a disgruntled bystander who didn't appear to be happy with Azriel's sudden stop in the middle of the busy street. With another curse, the bystander made their way around Azriel's hulking form, so obviously out of place here in Day.

Azriel shrugged it off, taking a step forward to keep walking down the street, but he was stopped by the sound of a lovely female voice.

"It's not every day we get someone from the Night Court around here," the female said with a smile.

Azriel blinked. It seemed that the commotion on the street had been loud enough to catch the beautiful female's attention. She now stood before him, her white wings tucked in tight.

"Am I that obvious?" Azriel asked finally. He had years of practice at blending in, and this female had called him out immediately.

She chuckled, the sound soft like wind chimes. "Well, black isn't really a Day Court color. And," she said, gesturing to his wings, "I don't know of another court that has winged males."

Azriel shrugged nonchalantly. "You never know. Maybe I'm from a court nobody has ever heard of. I could be an undiscovered creature, here to make a home in Day Court."

Azriel had always been good with females, never struggling to use his charms and looks to woo them. Hell, he usually didn't have to even say anything.

But right now, he honestly didn't know what the fuck he was saying. An undiscovered creature? If Cassian ever heard about this...

The female laughed again, this time tipping her head back. Azriel was mesmerized by the sound, his chest tingling. "You're not a creature," she said matter-of-factly. "You're Azriel. The shadowsinger."

Az crossed his arms, his eyes looking at the female warily. "You've heard of me?" He knew he had a reputation in Prythian, and it wasn't a good one. Normally, it wouldn't bother him if others knew what he did, but something about this female made him want to fall to his knees and repent for all of the wrongs he had done.

"Of course I have. You fought in the War." She was smiling at him, her cheeks dimpling slightly. "Besides, I've always been curious about shadowsingers, so it's only right that I would know about the only one alive."

His shadows were swarming him now, despite the bright sun. We like her, they whispered to him. She is different than the others.

Az cleared his throat, his eyes on her wings "Your wings... I've never seen any like that before."

She looked over her shoulder at her wings. "I got them from my mother, or so my father says. I wouldn't know. She died when I was young, and I don't remember her very well." Despite the dark turn of the conversation, her tone was light, her smile still plastered on her beautiful face.

Azriel found himself smiling slightly. "Well, they are very beautiful." He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks as the compliment left his lips, but her bright smile washed it away.

"Thank you, Azriel," she responded, her eyes bright. She tilted her head as one of his shadows wrapped itself around her wrists. "I like your shadows," she said with a giggle.

His shadows never acted like this with anyone, not even Elain. With Ky, they were protective mother hens, but now, they almost seemed... enamored.

Azriel was not usually the type of male to ask a female out who he had quite literally just met. But he knew he would hate himself if he didn't at least offer her dinner, so after a few moments of watching his shadows swirl around her, he asked, "Would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

She looked up from his shadows, her brows raised. She sheepishly bit her lip as her wings twitched. "I would," she said. She offered him her hand, rings glinting on her fingers. "I'm Y/N, by the way. I figured you would ask my name before asking me out on a date, but I have always heard of the strange Night Court customs."

Azriel took her hand, fighting the urge to look at his scarred skin against her perfect flesh. "My apologies. I, uh, I-" He struggled to come up with an excuse for his lack of manners, but he came up short.

She patted him on the shoulder gently. "I can forgive you. As long as you pay." She clicked her tongue, looking past him to the shops lining the streets. "Day Court is amazing, but I swear it has the most expensive food..."

Azriel smiled as he listened to her ramble on, following her as she made her way through the crowd. His shadows still swarmed her, but she didn't seem to mind.

After all, it was only one date, and then he would go back to the Night Court... and to his beloved son.

---

One date turned into three, and Azriel couldn't help but admit to himself how much fun he was having. He had not laughed this hard in ages, and even though he had only known her for two days, he felt more open and seen than ever.

He had told her all about his training in the camps, the wars, the Inner Circle. She had listened intently, even diving into her own life. It turns out that she worked at a small bookshop in the city, and she had two roommates in a small townhouse.

She seemed to have such a simple, perfect life, and Azriel found himself full of envy. He tried to fight it, but as he listened to her talk about her daily routines, he wondered what it would be like to live such a life.

"Why were you up at three in the morning, anyway?" she said with a laugh. They were walking down the streets, enjoying the quietness that came with nighttime in the Day Court. "Most people are asleep then."

Azriel paused for a moment. He had been telling her of the time he had found Cassian eating an entire chocolate cake with his bare hands in the kitchen. He had been up because Ky had been crying, and he had wandered into the kitchen for a bottle, only to find a chocolate-covered Cassian and a pissed of Nesta.

Azriel had told her many things, more than he had ever told anyone, but he left out the fact he had a son. He didn't know how to bring that up, afraid she would judge him, or worse... take pity on him for his unfortunate situation. The thought of someone feeling sorry for him twisted his stomach, and he wasn't ready to see that look in her eyes.

"I couldn't sleep," he said at last. "What? They don't have midnight snacks here in the Day Court?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Midnight snacks, yes. Three-in-the-morning snacks, absolutely not."

"Well, you're missing out. You should really try-"

Azriel was cut off as a young fae female walked up. She was pretty, with pointed ears and bright red hair. In her arms, she held a small child, no older than two or three. The child was wrapped in a pink blanket, sleeping soundly against the female's chest.

Azriel's heart clenched as a wave of homesickness swept over him. He missed Ky terribly. He knew he was doing alright, thanks to his earlier check-in with Rhys and Feyre, but he longed to be the one holding his baby. He could almost feel the weight of his son in his arms, the scent of him, the way his little hands would reach for Azriel in the middle of the night.

"Y/N!" the female greeted, her tone warm. "I haven't seen you around in ages! How have you been?"

Azriel's companion smiled, but he could see something dark in her eyes. "I've been... good." Her voice was tighter than usual, all signs of her earlier laughter gone. "And you?"

"Oh, you know. Tired all the time, thanks to the little one crying at all hours of the night." The female smiled softly, bouncing the child gently in her arms.

Azriel could understand that, at least. He would never forget the time he almost put his boots in the fridge instead of the milk because of his exhaustion.

"Yes, well. I've always heard motherhood can be difficult, but you look amazing- if that counts for anything." As Y/N spoke, Az noticed how she made it a point not to look at the sleeping child, keeping her eyes on her friend's face.

Perhaps, she didn't like children? Or maybe she wasn't really friends with this woman, and she was trying to appear uncomfortable to get out of the situation?

The other female's gaze lowered for a moment. "I am sorry. I.. I-" she stammered for a few moments before shaking her head, seeming to right her thoughts. "Right. Well, I'll leave you two alone." She smiled kindly at Az. "Enjoy your evening."

She quickly hurried off, leaving Azriel to stare at Y/N. "Are you alright?" he asked lowly, daring to place a gentle hand on her arm. Her gaze had gone nearly vacant, and he decided he would do anything to bring back the warmth from earlier.

She blinked whatever emotion she was fighting away. "I'm fine. That woman is always driving me up the walls. Always coming into my store, asking if I can spare any free books."

Azriel nodded, but something told him there was more to the story. He decided not to press it. "Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm.

The two of them made their way down the street, once again laughing and carrying on as if nothing had happened. But there was still a shadow there, a voice telling him that there were still pieces of her that he didn't understand.

---

The mating bond snapping into place took Azriel completely by surprise. It was Azriel's last night in the Day Court, and she had been showing him her bookstore.

She had handed him a new arrival, her eyes alight with passion, when he had felt that snap inside of his chest. He had stumbled back into a shelf, his wings pushed against the wood, his hand on his chest. He was still struggling to breathe as she leaned over him, her voice soft.

"Azriel?" she asked, her tone full of worry. "Are you alright? Let me go get you some water-"

Mate. You are my mate. His thoughts were drowned out by a deafening ringing in his ears, and it took all of his self-control to not blurt them out in a fit of happiness.

After he regulated his breathing, Az forced himself to stand upright. "I'm fine," he murmured, his eyes on her face. She was looking at him with worry and shock, her arms out to catch him in case he stumbled again. "Are you- do you feel anything?"

Her brows furrowed as she shook her head. "No. Other than worrying about you tearing down my new bookshelf," she said, but there was a teasing smile on her lips.

I guess the bond only snapped for me, Azriel thought to himself. It made sense, of course, but it would make things a lot less complicated if she felt it, too.

It was in that moment that Azriel decided that she needs to see all of him. Where he comes from, his family... his son. If she wanted to be his mate, it would be on her terms, not his.

He ignored the voices plaguing his mind, telling him that this wonderful female would never choose him, especially once she realized the baggage he carried. No, he let himself feel this happiness, the first true happiness he had felt in a long time.

His mate. He had found his mate.

"You know tonight is my last night here," he said, taking a step toward her. "But, maybe we can have more nights together?"

She had been in the process of placing the book on a table, but her hand stopped as she heard his words. "What do you mean?"

Azriel bit his lip as nervousness filled his chest. "I mean I would like to take you to the Night Court. Just for a visit, of course." He smiled at her, feeling awkward for the first time in centuries. "So you can see all of the strange rituals we have there."

For a moment, Az thought she would decline. Her face paled slightly, and her lips tightened. But eventually, a beautiful smile bloomed across her face, like the sun rising at dawn.

"I would like that," she said cheerfully. "I haven't left Day in a while. Are you wanting to leave tonight?"

He thought his heart would beat out of his chest with happiness, but he forced his voice to remain steady. "We could, as long as you have everything in order here with the store."

She placed the book on the table and took his hands in hers. "I can talk to my roommates. They can keep eyes on the place while we're gone. I need a vacation, anyways."

Azriel laughed, the sound deep and joyous. He gestured a hand toward the door. "After you," he said. "I've been wanting to see what those wings look like in flight."

---

Her wings were the most beautiful things he had ever laid his eyes on. Even though it was dark, they shimmered under the moonlight, their color shifting to silver.

They laughed as they flew, and Az was surprised at how well she could keep up with him. She was able to follow his maneuvers expertly, dipping and rolling along with him. He made it a point to ask her who she was trained by later.

The River House was quiet when they landed. His shadows alerted him to the fact that Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Ky, Nesta, and Cassian were all inside, having just finished dinner.

"It seems that everyone is here," he murmured to her, taking her hand in his as he walked up the steps. "This is your last chance to turn back."

She pulled her eyes away from her surroundings long enough to look at him. "After I flew all this way? I don't think so," she said with a giggle.

He pushed the door open, his hand still in hers. He led the way into the small sitting room, the air warm and smelling of citrus and jasmine. His family was all here, seated in chairs around the fire. His eyes roamed the room, looking for Ky, and he found him sleeping in a small basket next to the fire. Nyx was sleeping next to him, the small boy having placed his hand protectively over the babe.

Azriel felt his chest ease at the sight of his son, safe and warm. He wanted to run to him, but he needed to ease his mate into this.

"Az," Rhys greeted, standing up from his chair. "We were wondering if you would be back tonight." He walked toward them, a smile on his face, but that smile faltered a little when he saw the female next to his brother. "And who is this?"

She stepped forward, radiating confidence as she introduced herself. "I'm sorry for intruding on your evening, but Azriel offered to show me around the Night Court. I've always heard lovely things about it."

Azriel met Rhys's violet stare. A stranger in Velaris, Az? Rhys asked into his mind. You were only supposed to go on a routine mission.

Azriel decided it was best not to beat around the bush. She's my mate. She means no harm. She is kind. And nice. And I wanted her to meet all of you.

Rhys nodded slightly. He raised a brow. Everyone?

Azriel glanced over at Ky. Everyone, he responded.

Rhys must have communicated with Feyre, because she gracefully walked over to Ky, sweeping him gently up in her arms. She smiled affectionately at Nyx as she moved over to Azriel. "He's been sleeping well," she whispered. "And eating well. I swear he's gained ten pounds since you were gone."

Azriel could no longer deny his paternal instincts, so he quickly took Ky in his arms, savoring the warmth radiating from his small body. "Did you miss me, little one?" he murmured to him as his shadows swarmed the baby, searching for any sign of distress or harm.

Azriel turned, a smile on his face as he found his mate's face. He expected her to be curious, or shocked, at the sight of a baby in his arms.

But nothing could have prepared him for the look of raw pain on her face as she looked at Azriel and Ky. "Who is that." It wasn't a question. Her voice was hard and tight, and Az swore she was holding back tears.

"This is Ky," he said gently, worry and fear creeping in as he took in her expression. "My son."

She quickly tore her eyes away, searching around the room. They fell on Nyx, who was still sleeping soundly on the floor, and she stepped back as a gasp flew from her lips.

Azriel could sense the unease radiating off Rhys and Feyre, already preparing themselves to defend their family. Cassian and Nesta stood next to each other on the far side of the room, their backs straight, their eyes holding predatory intent.

It was only Azriel, who was still holding Ky, who forced himself to remain calm. "Would- would you like to hold him? He's quite small, but he's so warm and-"

"NO!" she screamed, her body trembling as she stepped backward toward the door. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she covered her face with her hands. "I can't. No. No. No."

Feyre quickly stepped forward, taking Ky out of Azriel's arms. Calm her down. Now, Azriel, she whispered into his mind, but it was the voice of the High Lady.

"Come on," he muttered to his mate, reaching for her arm to pull her outside. "Let's go outside." She didn't fight him as he hauled her through the door and down the steps. The night air was cold, but Azriel didn't feel it.

He could only feel pain, anger, rage, and a hurt like no other. What had he said or done to send her into this kind of panic? Was the thought of him being a father truly so horrible?

Once they were outside, she ripped herself out of his grasp. "I'm going home." Her voice was distant now, devoid of any emotion.

He moved to step in front of her, his eyes pleading. "Please. Let me explain all of this-"

She pushed him out of the way, her wings unfurling as she prepared to take flight. "You're a nice male, Azriel," she said. "I... like you. I do. But you should have told me about this. About him."

Azriel fought the urge to snarl at her tone when speaking about his son. "Is it really that bad that I'm a father?" Though he was angry, his voice came out broken.

She looked at him then, her eyes softening slightly. "No. It's the fact that you don't understand. You could never understand."

"Then tell me! Help me understand!"

She shook her head as she pushed off the ground, his wings catching the air, hauling her up. "Goodbye, Azriel."

Her voice carried on the wind as Azriel watched her take off into the night, taking a piece of his heart with her.

---

1 year later

"Come on, Ky. You can do it!" Azriel encouraged, his hands out to catch Ky. The Velaris sun was blinding, but Az kept his attention on his boy, not daring to miss the sight of him taking his first steps.

Ky was standing on small, wobbly knees, his tiny face scrunched up in determination. He took a small step forward, then another, and another-

"Gods! You're doing it, son!" Azriel exclaimed in happiness.

Ky took one more step before his tiny legs gave out, but Azriel was there to catch him, as he always would be. He swooped him up, pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. "I'm glad to know you got that determination from me, at least," he said to Ky.

Ky gave him a toothy smile as he giggled, his attention already captured by Az's shadows as they swarmed him, seeming to offer their own form of praise.

In the last year, Azriel had heard nothing from Elain. He had heard from his spies that she and Lucien had welcomed their own child into the world, a little girl who Azriel had not bothered to learn the name of.

A year ago, he would have been heartbroken beyond repair at the thought of Elain choosing to start a family with another male, even though she already had a family here. But since then, Azriel had taken the time to heal, choosing to let go of any bitterness and anger.

Ky deserved better than having a father who was pissed off at the world, and Az had vowed to himself to be the best father the world had seen. He didn't know what a good father looked like, but he was learning, and he had Rhys and Cass and the rest of his family to help him.

There was one part of his healing that he was struggling with though- his mate. The female who had quite literally flown off into the night at the sight of Ky. Az had not heard from her since that night, so he never got an explanation as to why.

He tried not to hold it against her, hoping that, if they were meant to be together, things would work out in the end.

"Uncle Azriel!" Nyx's voice, though the boy was small, boomed across the lawn. "Want me to take Ky in for his nap?" Nyx was the best cousin to Ky, always making sure the boy was eating and sleeping properly.

Hell, sometimes he was even more on top of things than Azriel was.

"Sure," Azriel said, placing Ky in Nyx's arms. "He just took his first steps. He deserves to rest."

Nyx's eyes widened. "He took his first steps and I missed it?" He blew out a breath. "You should have called for me!"

Azriel chuckled as he ruffled Nyx's black hair. "Sorry, kid. At least you were there for his first word."

In fact, Nyx had been the first word Ky had said. Of course, it had sounded more like "Byx" than anything else, but Nyx had gloated about it for days afterward.

Azriel watched Nyx carry Ky into the house, smiling to himself. It was moments like this that he was thankful for his life. Things had gotten better, so much better. He had a family now, a place where he belonged. A son, a perfect boy who looked just like him-

His thoughts were cut short as he heard soft wing beats from above. Not Illyrian wings, he realized, but something softer, like feathers.

Azriel squinted into the sun, watching small shape grow closer and closer, until the small body of a female landed in front of him.

But it wasn't any female. It was his mate.

"Hello, Azriel," she said, her voice soft. Her face was full of nervousness, and she was biting her lip and wringing her hands. She tucked her wings in tight. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

For a moment, Azriel could only blink at her. She's here. She's really here.

"No. No. Of course not," he blurted out, taking a step toward her. His shadows swarmed her, just as they had when they first met. She smiled down at them, but the smile didn't meet her eyes. "Why are you here? Are you in danger?"

She shook her head, her hair falling around her shoulders. "No. I'm fine. Everything is fine." She went back to biting her lip again as she spoke. "I've been thinking... I think you deserve an explanation of what happened last year. I owe you that. The way I reacted was wrong, and I want to explain."

"You don't owe me anything," Az said, running a hand through his hair. "I should have told you about Ky. It was wrong of me to force him onto you like that."

She smiled again. "No. You did nothing wrong. I don't know your situation, but..." She took a step forward, craning her head up to look at him. "I would like to hear about it now if you want to tell me. I promise not to fly away again."

Despite himself, Azriel laughed. He angled his head over to a small table and chairs Feyre had set up on the east end of the house. "We can talk over there," he said. "Nobody will disturb us."

The two of them walked in silence, the soft wind rustling through the trees. Azriel was nervous, not knowing what to say to carry on an easy conversation. He could feel the unease radiating from his mate, so he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut.

“You go first,” she said once they had situated themselves in the chairs. “My story is… well- just go first, Az. Please.” Her voice trembled at the end of her sentence, her eyes watery.

Azriel reached a hand over and laid it atop her own, squeezing gently. He took a deep breath before letting the painful story spill from his lips. He told her of Elain and the short romance that had followed the War. He told her of Ky's birth and the disaster that had followed. He spoke to her of his feelings, the feelings that he had not spoken to anyone, not even his family.

By the end, silent tears were streaming down his face, and he sucked in a breath as she gently reached over and wiped them away, her face full of understanding.

"She just... left?" she asked, her voice full of something like wonder, as if she couldn't understand how a mother could do that to her child. "And you've been raising Ky on your own?"

Azriel nodded once. "Well, mostly on my own. My family has been helping me, but that hasn't made it easy."

She took a deep breath, her eyes on his face. "I am sorry that happened. I don't think I would have survived that, if I were in your position." She paused for a moment, biting her lip.

"You don't have to tell me your story, you know," Azriel said, his tone gentle. "Believe me, I understand that some things are... difficult to discuss."

"I was married once," she said abruptly, her eyes moving to look at the city. "We were so happy together, but we were only missing one thing. A child."

Azriel's heart stuttered inside his chest as she spoke. He forced his face to neutrality, not wanting the warring emotions inside his mind to scare her.

She continued on, her voice vacant, "We tried for years to get pregnant, but it wasn't easy for us. We had so many false positives, and each time it happened, I felt as if a piece of my heart broke. We finally gave up, so we were surprised when I got pregnant a few years later."

"We were happy, so happy... but I had a hard pregnancy. By the third month, I was already placed on strict bedrest, completely forbidden to leave my bed except to relieve myself or get food. The labor was even worse. It took two days for our babe to arrive, but the pain and suffering was worth it to hold him in my arms. To hear his little cries and to feel him wrap his tiny hand around my finger."

Azriel watched silently as her eyes filled with tears, but he was too shocked to move. He had a horrible pit in his stomach, afraid of where this story was going.

"My family lived in peace for a few years. We had such a quiet life, you see, filled with so much love and joy... I never thought of how fast it could all be ripped away..." The tears in her eyes spilled over, coating her cheeks. "There was a male in Day Court. He was a harsh man, but he had always liked me. He was the one who taught me how to fly. He was in love with me, so he got angry when I got married, and even angrier when I had a child. I never thought he would do anything, though. I was so wrong..."

"One night, we were sleeping in our home. The male broke in and pulled my husband and me out of bed. I was so shocked, I was unable to fight, unable to do anything as I watched him go to my son's bedroom. I couldn't do anything as I watched my husband try to fight him off, only to get killed in the process. I was helpless as I listened to my boy's cries grow louder and louder, only to be silenced as he was murdered... Because of me."

She started sobbing uncontrollably, and it was all Az could do to wrap her in his arms, trying his best to shield her from the horrors of her memories.

She was breathless as she continued on, her face pressed against Azriel's chest. "What kind of mother am I? I couldn't even protect my own child when he needed me the most. I couldn't face what I had done, so I ran after that, moving into the capital city. I didn't even bury my son. There's no place I can go to honor his memory... I tried to forget my prior life, not telling anyone what had happened. My roommates don't even know."

She pulled away from him, tipping her face to look up at his. "That's why I ran, why I couldn't look at my friend's child that night. It's too painful for me to see a child. I get bombarded with these memories, and all I can see is my son's face, screaming for me to help him."

She was silent after that, her voice broken. So Azriel held her, trying to find the words. But there were really no words to offer a grieving mother. There was nothing he could say to heal these wounds.

Finally, he asked, "What was his name? Your son?"

She froze for a moment, and Azriel worried he had asked the wrong question. But she said, "Alek was his name. He..." She shook her head. "That night when I saw you with Ky... He reminds me so much of my Alek."

Azriel released a breath. "Thank you for telling me. I can't even begin to imagine what that must feel like," he said quietly. "But I need you to know- nothing could ever take away the love you gave Alek, or the love he had for you. You carry that love with you, and you hold onto it." He hesitated for a moment, moving his hand up to cup her face. "I'm here. For whatever you need- whether that's to talk, or to sit and grieve. Just know you're not alone anymore."

Despite her grave expression, she smiled. "Now you're starting to sound like my mate. I was wondering when the sweet talking would start."

Azriel gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "You... you knew?"

She nodded. "The bond snapped for me before I flew off that night. I almost stayed, but I knew I needed time to heal before I could be the mate you deserved. So I left, and I've been working on my healing since then. I am better, but I still have hard days, so I understand if you need more time..."

Azriel cut her off with a quick kiss. "I still have hard days, too. But we can face them together. Nobody needs to deal with their problems alone. We can't let the hard days win."

She smiled, and he felt his chest warm as the life returned to her expression. "I would like that. Together," she agreed.

Azriel took a deep breath. "Would you like to see Ky? You don't have to if it will be difficult, but if you stay here..."

"I would love to," she said quietly, her eyes shining. "I'm alright. I want to meet your son."

Azriel led the way into the quiet River House, thankful that most of his family had left for the day. Once they got to Ky's room, he quietly pushed the door open, knowing he was sleeping.

"It's his nap time," he said. "It's probably best you meet him when he's not screaming his head off."

She smiled at Ky as she walked over to the crib, placing her hand on the rails. She looked up to Az, her face warm. "May I hold him?" Her voice was quiet and filled with awe.

Azriel nodded. "Of course you can, love."

Gently, she raised Ky out of the crib, cradling him to her chest. He didn't stir other than snuggling into her warmth, his small face innocent as he slept. "He looks like you," she said quietly, her eyes roaming Ky's face.

"Thank you," Azriel said proudly, a silly smile on his face.

She gasped softly as Ky wrapped his hand around his finger, his hand so small. He murmured contentedly as he slept, and Azriel realized Ky had never had this. Of course Feyre and Nesta had held him, but he had never had someone hold him with a motherly love.

Azriel's heart warmed at the sight, and he couldn't help himself as he walked over, and wrapped them tightly in his arms.

They stood there in the quiet, and Azriel swore he could hear the sounds of old wounds healing,

---

6 months later

"Where are we going, Az?" she asked, giggling as Azriel pulled her to the outskirts of the city. "There's nothing over here."

He looked back at her, offering her a wink. "That's what you think, angel."

The last six months had been filled with happiness, joy, and healing. They both had hard days, but they had been there for each other every time, honoring their promise to face it together.

Ky was growing faster than Azriel liked. He was walking and talking now, and he was even learning how to eat by himself. Just earlier this morning, Azriel had whined, complaining that his son would no longer need him soon.

She had slapped him gently on the arm. "That's what babies do, Az," she had said, kissing him gently on the cheek. "They grow, yes, but they will always need us."

She had become a mother to Ky, there was really no other way to put it. She would clean him and put him to bed, doing all the things that Azriel himself had struggled to manage with ease. A few weeks ago, Ky had called her "Mama", which caused her to cry with happiness and pain commingled.

The two of them were set to accept their mating bond next week, and Azriel couldn't be happier. They had learned so much about each other, and he had found himself falling more and more in love with this female each day. There was one thing he needed to do, though, which was why he was dragging her to this place.

On the outskirts of Velaris, there was an opening in the trees to a place where many people didn't go. At least, not those who had never experienced the loss of a loved one.

As they walked up the path, he could see the small stones poking out of the ground, their engravings holding the names of the people in the ground.

"Azriel," she said quietly, her hand tight in his, "why did you bring me to a cemetery?"

He smiled softly at her, leading her to a small stone, newer than the others, its engraving easy to read. "I wanted you to see this."

She looked at the stone, her eyes filling with tears as she read the words there.

Alek

"Forever Loved, Never Forgotten"

Though your time was brief, your light will shine in our hearts for all eternity.

In the embrace of the stars, you rest, but in our hearts, you live on.

Azriel watched her face as she read, worrying if he had chosen the right words to put on the headstone. Maybe he should have made it shorter? Was it too much?

He was pulled from his thoughts as she suddenly wrapped her arms around him, throwing her body against his. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said between sobs. "It's perfect, Az."

"I know his body isn't here, but you can come here whenever you like. To remember him," Azriel said as he held her, running his hands through her hair.

She pulled away then, her eyes bright with love. "I can't wait to be your mate," she said, smiling through the tears.

Azriel laughed, his heart full. The wounds of the past would always linger, like shadows that never fade. But with those you love by your side, even the deepest scars could begin to heal, and in their place, hope could grow.

general tag list: @quiet-loser @andreperez11 @lilah-asteria

@anarchiii @inkedinshadows @panther-girl-124

@scorpioriesling @olive-main @scarsandallaz

[kteezy997]

heyy, can u do one where timmy breaks up with the reader and she´s heartbroken, after a few months she realizes shes pregnant , but doesnt tell him anything (because shes still hurt and thinks he doesnt want her and the child anyhow) and one day they bumb into eachother randomly and he sees his nearly identical 3 yr old son and confronts her? you choose the endning mwuahhhh. btw i love ur writing

Daddy's Boy- Part One//t.c.

warnings: breakup, unexpected pregnancy, angst, fluff, cursing, i think that's it? This is a long one, grab a snack?

You were both young and dumb, and Timmy’s career was growing steadily at the time. He was taking on more and more movies, more commitments, and he straight up told you that he didn’t have time to be in a relationship anymore. He told he’d love you as long as breathed, and maybe one day you’ll find each other again, and you could be together.

You were heartbroken. You didn’t want to speak to him after the breakup, though he tried. It was too painful to even speak to him knowing that you couldn’t have all of him. You knew that cutting off contact cold turkey would be the best for you in the long run.

Just as your healing began, you missed your period a couple of months after the breakup with Timmy. You hadn't missed a period randomly before, so you decided to take a pregnancy test. You hoped that somehow it was only a fluke, and you weren't carrying a Chalamet baby.

Your hopes went out the window when two lines appeared on the tiny screen of the test. You were pregnant.

........

You gave birth to a perfectly healthy and beautiful baby boy. You named him Theodore, with a French flair as a secret nod to his biological father. Though you didn't ever reach out to Timmy, you hoped that the French name would be like a little clue as to who the boy was, if he were to ever come across him.

You were blessed with the support of your family who helped you in any way that you needed as a single working mom. They didn't have any harsh feelings toward Timmy, as he had no say in what the situation was. Your family stuck by you and your decisions.

You worked full-time and took care of Theo when you weren't on the clock. Any free time you had was spent with family and friends. You didn't have the time nor the energy to push yourself back out into the dating world. Besides, you knew that you had already experienced the love of a lifetime with Timmy. No one and nothing could compare to how you felt with him, and you were so in love with the son he gave you.

Theo was like his father in so many ways. He had Timmy's quirks and bubbly, goofy personality. He brought so much laughter and silliness to your life. Like his father, he was never boring. Theo was also sweet, thoughtful, and cuddly, even as a three-year-old.

As he got older, he started to realize that the other kids at his daycare had daddies that would pick them up at the end of the day. He mentioned to you that he felt sad about not having a daddy like the other children.

You told your sweet son that he did have a father, but he just couldn't be with him as he had to leave for his job. "But your daddy is a good man, and he loves you. Don't ever think that you aren't loved, Theo."

"Okay Mommy." your little one said with a shrug.

"Would you want to see some pictures of your daddy?"

Theo's eyes lit up and smiled widely, nodding immediately.

....three years later....

Holy shit. It was him. Timothee. You had taken your son out for a pastry while you got an afternoon iced coffee and you see your ex-boyfriend across the room, who also happens to be the father of said son but has no idea his son even exists because you haven't spoken in three years. What a day.

Your thoughts and heart were racing as you thought of the different ways that this could play out. You could grab Theo, and leave immediately, so as to no give Timmy a chance to even see the two of you. But that would be the shitty thing to do. To be honest, you have felt shitty for three years keeping Timmy's child away from him. You couldn't leave. You wondered if it was fate bringing Theo's father into his life, after all these years.

You decided to stay. You wiped some chocolate off of Theo's face, his sweet little face that was a carbon copy of Timmy. Your son had his father's eyes, nose, hair, body type, everything was all Timmy. Your own genes didn't even try when it came to making this child.

When you looked up and over Timmy's direction again, he caught your gaze. Your former lover's eyes widened at you, as he realized that the two of you were in the same vicinity.

"Mom, I know him! From the pitchers! That's my daddy!" your toddler's voice rang through your ears, and before you knew it, he got down from his chair, and started to run across the coffee shop.

"Theo!" you called after him, getting up immediately to catch him, but he was quick on his little legs. "You cannot run off by yourself!" Your heart was racing, you had never lost control of your little boy like this before, and you were worried he'd get hurt or maybe even a stranger might snatch him.

"Whoa little guy!" you knew that voice better than any other. Timmy had picked up Theo, holding him as if he'd held the boy every day of his life.

You looked on as Timmy and Theo looked at one another, matching dark curls, pale skin, and green eyes. Timmy smiled warmly as your son blushed and hid his face into Timmy's shoulder, acting shy suddenly.

"Hi, y/n." Timmy said, looking at you. "You've got a cute kid."

You took a deep breath, this moment up until now only existed in your dreams, "Thank you."

Timmy sighed, a melancholy look took over his face. You could tell his mind was racing. He came to know the truth, you could see it on his face. He tightened his grip on Theo, holding him more snuggly. "He's mine." It wasn't a question, it was a fact he had realized.

You looked down, feeling so ashamed at yourself. "Yes, he is."

He glared at you. There was nothing behind his eyes as he shook his head. But his expression changed instantly as he turned his attention back to his son. "What's your name, little man?"

"Theodore." the little one grinned, "But Mommy calls me Theo."

You watched as Theo softened like putty in Timmy's arms, he even put his hand on his dad's shoulder.

"I seen pitchers of you. Mommy showed me. I know you my daddy." The declaration in the boy's voice was noticeable.

Timmy chuckled lightly, "She did? Well, I'm very glad to finally meet you, Theo."

You could see your ex-boyfriend's eyes begin to well up, so you said, "Timmy, let's go to my place, okay?"

"Yeah! I want my daddy to come and play with me!" Theo cheered, super excitedly.

Timmy wiped his tears away quickly, "Of course, I'd love to."

.........

The whole way home, Theo was telling Timmy all about his favorite toys in his room. Timmy was fully engaged with what the boy was saying, understanding him perfectly as he spoke. They were instantly like two peas in a pod. It was remarkable. It did, however, add to the stinging pain of guilt you felt about keeping the two of them apart.

Upon entering the house, Theo dragged Timmy by the hand to go show him his room. “Whoa, whoa, slow down buddy.” Timmy said to the three-year-old as he laughed at how excited the boy was.

You couldn’t help but smile at how they got along. You decided to leave them be, to let them play and bond. You did some of your general chores around your home and tidied up the space, then sat down on the couch to watch some mindless tv.

Before you knew it, it was Theo’s bedtime. You had the difficult task of breaking up his first play time with his father.

You opened the door of your son’s room to see toy cars and trucks scattered about, intermixed with some little action figures.

Timmy and Theo were not disturbed by your entry. They were in their own world; Timmy was on his knees, pretending to block Theo as he tried to shoot a ball into his Little Tikes basketball hoop. It was so sweet to see them play and laugh together.

You hated to say anything at all, but little boys needed sleep. "Sorry bubs, but it's bedtime."

"Aw, do I have to go to bed?" Theo whined dropping his miniature basketball.

"Yes, you do." you said firmly to your son. You went over to his dresser to collect some pajamas out of a drawer. "Time for jammies."

"Okay." Theo grumbled, moping on his way to you.

"Don't pout, Theo, you need to do as your mother says." Timmy said with stern, but still light tone as to not hurt Theo's feelings.

Your heart fluttered at Timmy's first attempt at co-parenting with you.

"Can Daddy tuck me in?" he asked as you pulled his shirt over his head.

You looked over at Timmy, who nodded at you in turn. "Yes." you said, finishing getting Theo into his pajamas.

"Alright, little man, time to go to sleep." Timmy said as he helped Theo get into his twin bed, underneath his monster truck themed bedding.

Theo laid down and Timmy covered his tiny body with his blankets, and the boy said, "Can you make sure there are no monsters in the closet?"

Timmy smiled, happy to give his son some comfort, "Sure, buddy." He tussled the little boy's hair, then got up to look into the closet across the room. "No monsters in there. Just a regular ol' closet."

You smiled with tiny giggle as you watched the interaction.

Timmy then crouched down next to Theo's bed, "Goodnight, Theo. I was so glad to meet you today. I had fun playing too."

"Me too, Daddy. Can you come tomorrow too?" your son responded with a sleepy grin.

"I don't know about tomorrow, but I'll see you soon, I promise."

........

You knew what was to come as you walked out of your son's bedroom with his long-lost daddy behind you.

"Y/n, let's talk."

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @tchalamss @softhecreator @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt @ducktapebar @aoi-targaryen

[callsign-dexter]

Traveling Adventures

Summary: The Seresin-Bradshaw family takes a trip to Disney World.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Little Y/N crying (if that is a warning)

Masterlist

Our Little Girl

A/N: Little Y/N is 3 yrs old

A/N Pt. 2: Yes Jake's name, later on, is turned to Pops but for now it's 'Daddy', I figured it would be an easier name for her to say since she is 3 and it rolled off the tongue for this fic.

Little Y/N was now 3 years old and her parents and grandparents thought it would be a good idea to take her on a trip that she could remember. Where to you ask? Well, none other than Disney World. From an early age, she made it very clear that she liked Disney movies and characters. So Bradley and Jake took some time off of work and bought tickets to Disney World. They headed to Florida in a week, leaving on early Friday morning and staying for at least a week. They decided to do it during the summer because she was out of school, and they had several days of vacation racked up over the years and months plus they had some higher-ups in the family so nobody batted an eye.

Jake and Bradley being Jake and Bradley decided to wait until the last minute, more like a day before, Thursday, to start getting ready and pack. Some clothes they wanted to take needed to be washed so they were up all night washing them and Little Y/N would not go to sleep for anything too excited about their trip, until about 3 AM and she crashed hard. They had to be up at 7 AM and Y/N up at 8 AM to be at the airport at 9 AM and catch their plane which started boarding at 11 AM. They figured to get there early since they had a 3-year-old with them. They were going to drive and leave their car but talked through it, Bradley didn't want anyone near his precious Bronco and Jake didn't want anywhere his precious blacked-out Ford F-150 so, Maverick and Ice said they would take them since Carole and Goose had plans already.

Being a typical 3 year old she was not any help, taking clothes out of the suitcase causing them to have to put them back in, and at one point sat in the suitcase, which they got pictures of and sent them out. They truly loved their little girl. Only two suitcases were going and one backpack. After everything was packed of theirs they started on hers, which was an adventure.

It started with her not wanting to cooperate and pick the outfits she wanted to wear and then she did what she was doing to her daddies, throwing clothes out of the suitcase and making them repack it. She then wanted to take multiple toys but after some convening from Jake, she agreed with taking 2 toys and her tablet. The conversation went a little something like this.

"Sweets, you don't need that many toys. You won't have time to play with them." Jake said trying to convince her but she wasn't having it. He was trying to stay calm.

"Nu-uh, Daddy." She said in a matter-in-fact tone "I'll have time." She finished and Jake sighed closed his eyes and his head went down. Why did she have to be like them? They knew she was stubborn but didn't think it would be this bad. Jake so badly wanted to say 'yea-huh' but even though he wanted to, someone had to be the adult in this situation, there would be enough opportunities to sass off to each other. She looked at him waiting for an answer.

"Sweets, how about you take two toys and your tablet?" He asked her hoping she would say yes. She paused and scrunched her face up into a thinking position, much like Bradley, and then smiled.

"Ok, Daddy. I do that." She finally agreed and Jake sighed in relief.

Jake got stuck with packing the rest of her clothes and two toys and placing her tablet in the kitchen to charge next to the backpack that snacks will be added to later.

Meanwhile, Bradley chased Little Y/N down to try and start getting her ready for bed since it was past 9 PM. Bradley finally caught her and put her in bed after several breaking outs she went down at 3 AM much to her parent's relief but dreading the next day.

7 AM rolled around much faster than the parents would have liked, only had gotten about 4 hrs of sleep by the time they got clothes done and washed and everything packed. Jake was the first one up and got ready with Bradley following right behind him. Jake went to check on Little Y/N while Bradley went on to the kitchen to start making coffee and packing the backpack.

"How is she?" Jake asked while handing Bradley a cup of coffee.

"Sleeping like a rock." Bradley said and shook his head feeling a little bit jealous that she could sleep in. Then again she was just like them and could fall asleep anywhere at any time.

"Must be nice." Jake said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"We're going to pay for it later though." Bradley said as a smile graced his face and chuckled.

"Yes, but it's going to be worth it." Jake said and Bradley nodded in agreement.

A little after 7 AM Maverick and Ice rolled in and walked in greeting both the males in the kitchen. Bradley and Jake greeted them with a hug and then when 8 AM rolled around it was time to wake Little Y/N up.

"It's 8 AM time to go wake up Sleeping Beauty." Bradley said and before either parent could jump on it Ice was already headed to the little girl's room and stopped before getting to the stairs.

"I'll get her. You'll have to deal with her all day at the airport." Ice said turned and walked toward the stairs, Maverick was not having that and rushed to where Ice was at the foot of the stairs.

"No, I'll go get her." He said and started to push Ice out of the way. Ice had this look on his face and it was game one.

"Don't think so Mitchell. I'm her favorite." Ice said and started up the stairs with Maverick close behind him.

"I don't think so Kazansky." Maverick responded competitive side coming out. This is how it went as they started to climb the stairs to the little girl's room. Bradley and Jake just stood back drinking coffee and watched the whole scene. It was hilarious seeing two Navy Admirals fight to see who would wake up their granddaughter. Don't think that Bradley didn't take a video because he sure did and sent it to the group chat. The first message was from Goose: "Takes me back to our days at Top Gun. They've always been competitive." Oh, how Goose wished could've been there but to be honest he would be fighting to go wake her up too.

Let's just say both of them got to wake her up, dress her, and make her brush her teeth. Bradley and Jake were just glad they could have some peace even if it were just for a minute.

Once they got her ready and the backpack packed they were heading to the car to start the drive to the airport like planned they got there at 9 AM. Now they have to get through security and find their plane.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The car ride to the airport was pretty much uneventful. The road was clear due to it being early morning and morning rush hour was already done for. Ice pulled up to the curb where the departure sign was and parked. Bradley worked on getting Y/N out while Maverick, Jake, and Ice got their luggage out of the back including her car seat. Bradley was standing there with Y/N waiting for everything to be unloaded. They all hugged each other and promised that they would be sending updates.

The little family walked into the airport and headed towards security, they already had their tickets pulled up on their phones and I.Ds at their ready. Since they're military they have TSA precheck and they can skip the long line at security. Security was a breeze and Y/N behaved much to their dismay but they knew she was ready to be mischievous.

Once they got through Jake got through first, Y/N, went and he picked her up, then Bradley, they gathered their luggage and walked to an area away from people. Jake sat her down and Bradley got down to her level.

"Now Y/N. When we are not carrying you, you need to be holding one of our hands at all times. You also can't leave mine or Daddy’s sight. Ok?" Bradley said to her seriously and she could sense that.

"Ok, Dada." She replied. Bradley nodded glad she understood and stood up and they headed to their gate. They got there around 10 AM and now they had to wait. They sat near the window so she could see the planes take off and being taxied in, she was in awe.

It was getting close to her snack time and they knew that, so Jake got a packet of Goldfish out of the backpack and opened them. When she came to them saying "I hungry." All he had to do was hand her the opened packet. They were tucked in the corner so they could keep an eye on her and talk as well. Bradley and Jake talked about work and other plans to be made. Every now and then she would come back to them for either a drink or to hand them her Goldfish.

10:30 AM rolled around and they both decided to have a bathroom break. They decided that Jake would go first and then Bradley who would take Y/N with him. Everything went without a hitch. 10 minutes later they started to board. Active military, parents with children 3 and under, and ones that needed assistance boarded first. For it to be quicker Jake swooped her up which made her giggle and older couples, women, and parents smile, and they all three boarded the plane.

They found their seats, which were together. They put Y/N in the middle of the two and waited for them to taxi and take off. They would have to have a layover in Oklahoma. They figured it would be better to have a layover that way they could get Y/N off and let her stretch her legs. Bradley took the window seat and got Y/N settled while Jake stowed the luggage and car seat, which was thankfully collapsible and the flight wasn't very full. Once everything was stowed above he sat down and put the backpack between his legs and would put it under the seat in front of him. The flight would be 2 hr 27 min long and a 3 hr layover and their next flight would be 2 hr 42 minutes.

They were close to the front so they got to see everyone walk by. Y/N was fascinated by them. When the line got held up by an older couple they smiled at her when she looked at them. The older woman spoke up.

"Hello dear." She said and Y/N smiled and waved.

"Hi!" She said excitedly, Bradley and Jake were listening just in case they needed to jump in. "We're going to Disney!" She said the couple smiled they loved seeing kids have fun.

"Oh, that sounds fun. I love Disney." The older woman said and Y/N's eyes widened and jaw dropped.

"Me too!" She said, "My daddies fly planes." She said she was proud of her daddies and she loved the jets.

"Oh, they do?" The older gentleman spoke up for the first time said Y/N nodded and Bradley cut in.

"Sorry about her. She's just a little excited. Jake and I are Naval aviators." Bradley said apologizing for their hyper 3-year-old.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize! We love seeing kids happy. Also thank you both for your service." The older gentleman said and the woman nodded. The line started to move and they bid their goodbyes. The plane was boarded and it was getting shut. They started to get pushed back and Little Y/N watched in awe out the window. The flight attendants went through their required stuff and so did the captain. They got to the runway.

"Chick do you remember what this is called?" Bradley asked calling her by the nickname Goose gave her. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Runway." She said and Jake and Bradley smiled.

"That's right Sweets. Now sit back. We're going to go really fast and be up in the air in no time." Jake said and she sat back taking him seriously and true to his word they were given the all-clear and sped down the runway and lifted off. She was in awe of it all.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Once in the air and electronics can be used Jake got out Y/N's tablet and put it on a kid-friendly show while Bradley and Jake got their phones out and messed around with them. There was some turbulence here and there but they handled it like pros and they reassured their little girl that it was normal. Once the seatbelt sign was turned off she was climbing onto Bradley's lap and looking out the window and watching her tablet.

15 minutes into the flight and she and Bradley were out like a light Y/N was laying on Bradley, Jake got pictures and sent them to the group chat and even though they didn't send right away he knew they would once they land. Flight attendants were in awe at the two, and Jake couldn't help but smile. They came with drinks and snacks and Jake got both but declined for Y/N and Bradley since they were fast asleep. Turbulence was hit and woke Bradley and he made sure she was still asleep and he stayed up for the rest of the flight.

It was nearing the flight and Bradley carefully put her back in her seat and she cuddled up next to Jake. They both got their electronics switched onto airplane mode. They landed and taxied to their gate and were getting ready to begin their 3 hr layover. They didn't have the heart to wake up so Jake carried her out of the plane with the backpack over his should while Bradley grabbed the luggage.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Layovers are not fun to deal with. Once they hit the door that led off the plane Little Y/N woke up and groggy. "Daddy?" She asked.

"Yea, Sweets?" Jake replied. Bradley was right behind them and smiled.

"Disney?" She said keeping her answers and questions short due to tiredness and Jake smiled and shook his head while looking at her.

"Not yet, Honey." Bradley said and she seemed to accept that answer and buried her face into Jake's neck.

They went to their next terminal where they had to ride the airport train which fascinated the little girl. "DADA! DADDY! LOOK!" She shrieked out pointing to the artwork on the walls inside the tunnels. Luckily the train was kind of empty.

"Yea, Sweets. It's nice isn't it?" Jake asked and she nodded excitedly. She was standing on the seat hands pressed on the glass with Jake right behind her since the train had enough force to throw her off balance. The train announced their arrival at their terminal, Jake picked her up she protested because she wanted to see more artwork.

They headed toward their gate to find it and then once they knew where it was they were going to get something to eat, or at least one of them was, and bring it back to the other two.

Once they had their gate they set up near the corner and the window again and this one had a table with charging ports. They got comfortable and started their wait for the 3 hr layover.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

An hour into their wait Little Y/N toddled her way over to her daddies. She put a hand on each other knees and they automatically looked down.

"Food?" She asked knowing that she knew they understood. Jake looked at his watch and looked back at her.

"I guess it is time for lunch isn't it?" Jake said and Little Y/N put her hands on her hips and cooked her head to the side.

"Yea, Daddy." She replied with so much sass. Oh how she was so much like them was scary.

"Ok little miss sass. Dada will go and get food and we'll stay here." Jake said and turned to look at Bradley who was already getting up.

"What do you want to eat?" Bradley asked already knowing his daughter’s answer.

"McDonald's!" She yelled and they both laughed of course, they should've never allowed Slider to take her there now it's all she wants.

"McDonald's is fine. If you want something else I'll eat whatever." Jake said looking at his husband and letting his daughter play with his hand. Bradley nodded and headed off.

Jake and Y/N were both content until she started to get a little rowdy. She wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into the luggage several times. "Sweets. Be careful." Jake said in a warning tone and she made the stance she did early.

"You be careful." She said sassing her Pops. Obviously, she didn't listen to him and continued to run around. Jake was keeping an eye on her and his phone updating the group when he heard a crash. He looked up and saw her on the floor and she looked at him and started to cry. He was up in an instant and scooping her up and cooing her.

"Oh, Sweets. It's ok. You're ok. Shhh." He said and bouncing her up and down. She continued to cry. "What hurts?" He asked and she mumbled something incoherently "Hmm what was that Sweets?" He asked her and she stopped long enough to answer him.

"My knee." She said all pouty looking at him. He looked down at her knee and only saw a rug burn. A woman walked up to him.

"Is she ok? I saw her fall." The woman asked and Jake turned to her.

"She's ok. Aren't you, Sweets?" He asked her and she nodded. The woman awed.

"Are you traveling alone with her?" She asked starting to flirt.

"No, my husband is getting us food." He said just as Bradley was walking up.

"Jake, I-" Bradley began but stopped himself seeing the woman.

"Oh, there he is. Hi, babe." Jake said and kissed him and turned back to the woman who was smiling.

"The cute ones are always taken. You two have an adorable daughter." The woman said both men smiled and Jake hugged their daughter tighter.

"Thank you. She's the light of our life." Bradley said and the smiled. She turned around and left.

Bradley turned to Jake with a raised eyebrow. He then noticed the tear tracks. Jake sighed. "I told her to be careful and she sassed back and then she tripped. She said she hurt her knee and I only saw a rug burn. The lady saw and came over to ask if she was ok then started to flirt." Bradley nodded he trusted his husband.

"As I was saying beforehand. I got her McDonald's and us Subway." Bradley said showing the food. Y/N perked up at food. Jake sat her down on the chair at the table. Bradley walked over with her food and got it all out of her Happy Meal box. They plugged in their electronics and put a movie on for her as she ate. Bradley and Jake sat down where they can see her and started to eat their food. She got done after they got done and started to rub her eyes. A tall tale sign of her getting sleepy. Jake got up and went to her and picked up and instantly she curled into him. Jake walked back over to Bradley and sat down and she was asleep in an instant. Her slow breathing was putting him to sleep and before he knew it he was closing his eyes.

Bradley looked over and saw them asleep and quickly and quietly got his phone and took a picture and sent it to the group. He started to clean up and throw away trash and shut electronics off.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Finally, the layover was over and he was waking both of them up gently. They made quick bathroom breaks and when they got back it was time to board. They got boarded the same as last time. They took off at 3 PM. Bradley took over holding Y/N so Jake could get some feeling back in his arms. Jake updated the group and they were on their way.

Once everyone boarded it was the same process as last time and before Little Y/N knew it they were up in the air. She decided that she liked flying, no scratch that loved it if only she knew that she would be flying jets when she was old enough.

2 hrs 42 mins flew by and they were landing in Flordia at 6:42 PM. She stayed awake most of the flight. When they landed she got excited. They got off the plane and went down to the rental car. Bradley entertained her while Jake got the car. He got the keys but wouldn't let Bradley see it or know what it was. They picked up their luggage and Bradley picked up Y/N and they headed out to their car that was pulled out front. Bradley stopped in his tracks in his sight, a newer version of a Ford Bronco, just a little bit darker in color. "Jake you did not." Bradley said surprised.

"But Bradley, I did." Jake said with a smirk. Bradley was just smiling as Jake loaded the car and put in the car seat. They buckled her in and headed to their hotel for the night.

Once Y/N got into the car she was out like a light. When they arrived at their hotel Bradley got Y/N out and carried the sleeping toddler in to get the room keys why Jake got the luggage.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Bradley walked in and to the front desk, a pretty young lady by the name of Alice was working. She looked up ready to deal with another customer when she saw Bradley and his little girl. She smiled.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Alice smiled.

"Hi, I need a room with two beds." He said and she nodded.

"Just the two of you?" Alice asked and Bradley smiled but shook his.

"No, there is three of us." He said

"Oh wife or girlfriend?" Alice asked making small talk while she processed getting a room and taking his information down and the credit card that he had dug out one handed.

"No husband." He replied and smiled at the shock on her face everyone had the same reaction every time. Jake walked in right as she gave his card back. He kissed Bradley's cheek and she smiled.

"Have a nice night guys." Alice said and they smiled and walked to the elevator and rode it to their room they got into their room. They got her ready and changed into pajamas while she still slept they got ready and got into bed ready for the next day.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

The next morning Little Y/N was up bright and early, meaning 6 AM. She got out her tablet and put on a show while her daddies slept. She knew to be quiet. Around 7 AM both men woke up they said good morning to each other and looked over to where their little girl was supposed to be sleeping but instead were looking at them smiling.

"Y/N, honey. How long have you been up?" Bradley asked and she held up 6 fingers and she went back to watching her show. Both of the men's eyes widened and looked at each other.

They went through their routine then they headed out the door with the key essentials ready for the day, including an extra pair of clothing in case they got wet or something spilled on one of them. By the time they were done, it was 7:30 AM. They went down to the rental Bronco and headed to Disney World. It was only a 30-minute drive to the park. Each time Little Y/N saw a sign for Disney she got more excited and talked a mile a minute.

They pulled into the parking lot and she squealed. Bradley and Jake smiled. They got out and Jake got her out while Bradley grabbed the bag. Jake sat her down and got down to her level.

"Ground rules. You don't run off no matter who or what you see, you keep us in your sights at all times, you hold our hands the entire time when you're not in our arms or on our shoulders, and you be polite and respectful. Understood?" Jake said in a serious tone, a tone that he would use with his Top Gun students.

"Yes, Dada." She replied and he nodded and stood up.

"Let's go have some fun." He added and Bradley scooped her up and they walked to the front gate. They waited in line they got to the front and showed their tickets and their bag was searched and into the park they went.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

They started with the kid's rides so that she could get the feel of it and she loved the thrill of it. Everything was either caught on video or in pictures and shared with the group. The grandparents were eating it up.

She got to meet so many characters from her favorite movies, especially Elsa because "She reminds me of Grandpa Ice." Of course, pictures were taken and sugary food was eaten causing her to have a sugar rush. Some couples offered to take the whole family's picture and of course, they took their offer.

They kept to the kid's rides that didn't require height requirements and were safe enough for toddlers. They rode 17 rides in total, her favorite ride was the Haunted Mansion ride since that is also her favorite movie apart from Frozen. There were more she wanted to ride but her daddies told her they can be saved for another day as they sat and ate and got hydrated. They had all week but she wasn't buying it.

"Sweets, we can ride those rides tomorrow. It's getting late." Jake said tired but having a good day.

"Nu-uh. It not late." She sassed putting her hands on her hips an action she had seen them both and her Grandma do several times.

"Yea-huh." Jake sassed back and Bradley just shook his head and sat back enjoying the show.

"Nu-uh, Daddy." She sassed right back "We stay and ride." She continued getting agitated another sign she tired.

"We can come back tomorrow." Jake said she paused to think putting a finger on her chin and then stopped and climbed into his lap. It was now 8 PM and the Magic Kingdom was going to be putting on fireworks, which they were close to.

"Fine. We stay for fireworks." She said no room for arguments and Jake sighed and Bradley laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" He turned to look at Bradley.

"She's just like you. Always bargains and usually gets what you want." Bradley said and it was true.

"She gets it from you too, husband." Jake said defending himself.

"I'm not saying she doesn't. You're the one to deny it." Bradley said and Y/N stayed quiet listening to them go back and forth getting comfortable in Jake's lap. This went on until 8:30 PM. They decided to walk to the Magic Kingdom and watch the show at 9 PM. Jake carried their daughter and held her the entire time.

9:18 PM rolled around and the light show and fireworks were done. They started to walk back to the gates with everyone else and as they were walking back Little Y/N fell asleep on Jake's shoulder. They arrived at the Bronco and carefully put her in and put the backpack in the back and got in and fought the traffic out of the park. When they got back to the hotel they did the same routine the night before. Both smiling this trip was so worth it.

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Each day of the week while they were there they rode different rides and ate different foods. The Seresin-Bradshaw family was having a blast! Many souvenirs were bought and photos were taken. Bradley and Jake agreed that the trip was well worth it and they should do it again when she gets older.

Tag List:

@athenabarnes

@fanboyluvr

@aizawash0e

@els-marvelvsp

@alohastitch0626

@itsdesiree86

@multifandomlover4life

@happypopcornprincess

[to6ge]

Hobie Brown x Gn!Reader

Pairing : Hobie Brown / Spider punk x Gender neutral!Reader

Cw : Nothing! This fanfiction is purely fluff :3

Summary : MJ and Peter goes out for a date, Peter requests Hobie to babysit Mayday! He doesnt wanna be alone so, you tagged along!

Gwen’s note : Some feminine traits Punctuations are intended to be improper. Anyways sorry to my sister because this is very bad but i tried my best :( ( part 2 here!! )

MAYDAY IS OLDER HERE! around 3 yrs old

Possible ATSV spoilers!

» Request from my sister !!

. . ୨୧ . .

Mayday played with the web shooter and shot a web at Hobie’s face. You laughed hysterically, you thought this was funny, you laughed for a solid 20 seconds till you got cut off “Love, it ain’ that funny” he said pissed.

“I cant help it Hobie!” you were still laughing at that point but you eventually stopped. Mayday was crawling everywhere, you both had a difficult time trying to tame her, she was crawling around till you caught her. “Awh, May! Youre so cute.” you beamed happily. Hobie was just leaning on the doorframe looking at you. “Love, this child’s a handful.”

It hit 5’o clock in the evening when Mayday started crying for food. It was simple since she just needed to eat food, so you both prepared it and Hobie had to spoon feed her. It was so cute watching them both get along. Mayday seemed to like Hobie a lot! You took pictures without them noticing, you giggled when you saw him spoonfeeding Mayday.

Then finally, you and Hobie started to get hungry. You knew how to cook instant noodles, but the problem was, is there even instant noodles inside of Peter and MJ’s house?! “Hobie do you think there are cup noodles here?” you asked, a bit desperate for food. “I saw some down the kitchen counters, why? y’know how to make ’em? I must say my stomach is pretty empty as well,” He said, also a bit desperate for food!

“Great! Wait here and watch over Mayday. Ill go cook some cup noodles,” You beamed happily, skipping off to the kitchen.

After a while, you were finally done making those cup noodles. It took a while but they were worth the wait! You quickly rushed into the room they were in and Mayday was already tucked into her crib. It was just the two of you.

“Should we eat somewhere else or...?” you asked. “Yes, I think we should. We wouldnt want to wake up Mayday,” Hobie replied. You both went to the living room and took some blankets with you. Hobie turned on the TV and put on both of your favorite cartoon. You watched TV while eating.

Once both of you were done, you put on the blanket and rested your head on his shoulder. The moon shined behind the window, your face was lit with the rays of the moon and it was beautiful. It was 1.37AM when the cartoon show stopped. Then finally, you both finally slept in peace.

Apologies, this fanfiction is badly written HAHAHA and its very short. So sorry if its unenjoyable, its short and I kinda ran out of ideas midway so yeah. This is like the very first fanfiction I wrote here.

Btw,, I will make a part 2 for this as a “day 2” of babysitting Mayday!!

[prttykittes]

klee comforting her 15 yr old friend whos crying ! (platonic ofc <3)

here you go!! this all platonic, klee calls reader "big sibling", and I hope you enjoy this !!!<333

cw. crying, comforting, platonic, fluff , small injury, slight blood notes: the only child character I have on genshin is Diona, since I started in November, I want to get Qiqi and klee as well, and Mona! Also I love vampire empire :3 doing this on my chromebook !

Klee was going to bomb some fish, but Klee heard crying, so she walks towards the source. Klee watches as your body trembles, your hand covering your face. She frowns, she walks towards you. Her fingers play with her other fingers, she doesn't know to act or say to you but your crying! So she has to do something!! Her footsteps are unheard, your sobs pain her small heart. She doesn't like anyone crying! She takes a step next to you, her small hand touches your back as she rubs your back. She remembers when Albedo would comfort her when Klee was sad. "Please, don't be sad. Klee is feeling sad" She says, you sniff and wipe away your tears. "Sorry, Klee..." You say, she hugs you. She looks down and sees some blood on your knee, she hugs you more tighter. "I just fell down but it still hurts! I think so-some rocks went i-in..." You say, she hugs you. She rubs your arm. "Let's go see, Jean! Klee knows that Jean will help!" Klee says, with a smile on her face. You let out a sob-laugh, you let out a pained grunt as you try to get up. She holds your hand as she helps you stand, she walks slowly as she holds your hand. You both walk towards the bridge, she makes you sit down. "Don't worry, big sibling! Klee will get Jean!" She says, you smile and nod your head. She runs off, not wasting time to go get Jean. Your glad to have Klee as a friend, you smile and wait.

[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf head canons part 1 :

Derek isn’t Eli’s birth father but his adoptive father.

Laura Hale is actually Eli’s birth mom, which still makes Eli a Hale just not Derek’s direct kid.

Context: *Derek is 23 in the pilot, is approximately 26 in season six but he’s 35 in the teen wolf movie*

*Eli is 15 years old. Meaning that Eli was born when Derek was 20 & Laura who was 25-26 was most likely pregnant in ny when Derek was 19.*

So if Derek was theoretically the dad, the mom couldn’t be Paige or Kate because it’s already past that time frame & it can’t be Jennifer or Breadon because It’s too early to match the timeframe of Derek being 20 When Eli born.

Now let’s set the stage for pre-pilot:

Laura (21-22) who is now the new alpha after the Hale fire. She comes back from college only to find her super traumatized 16 yr old brother & her uncle (27-28) in a coma. The sheriff helps her and Derek take care of all there arrangements of funerals burials, the formal adoption of Derek, and lodgings for her uncle cuz he’s not waking up no time soon. All because Laura use to babysit stiles and he’d seen both hales growing up over the years enough that he met their parents and him and Claudia eventually became friends with the Hales. And he felt he owed it to those kids to help them out.

Laura tried to wait out peter’s coma hoping he’d wake up but something is wrong so her and Derek stay in beacon hills. But within a year and a half the Hale fire happened, her uncles in a coma, Malia Tate is missing (birth mom tried to assassinate her and she shifted into a coyote) and her mom and sister died from an “animal attack”, and the sheriffs wife getting sick and dying outta no where of dementia (most likely cuz her unrealized magic mutated cuz of nematon or nogitsune) leaving the man a single father of a 10 yr old stiles who turns into a mean alcoholic so can’t help them at all in that moment.

So Laura makes an executive decision to get Peter longer term care and gets her and Derek the hell outta beacon hills and moves them across country to Ny because she deems it too unsafe and needs to protect the last of her pack.

(All that happening back to back should’ve been some warning signs that some shit was happening w the nematon even back then. But the only family who could’ve figured that out early on was burned out and the only eldest surviving member that could’ve possibly had any idea was in a coma.)

Now Laura & Derek are in ny probably 22-23 & 17 and Derek’s probably realizing it was Kate and not an electrical fire and swears off ppl cuz he’s a lil martyr and treats himself poorly as SH & Laura realizes and put him in therapy and herself so she can lead by example.

They start doing a lot better, Laura meets someone at 23-24 most likely in college or a job & it goes really well. But doesn’t tell him about werewolves for safety reasons & Laura(25-26) was most likely pregnant while Derek was 19.

When Derek is 20 her baby is born and Laura lets him pick the name because he’s been doing amazing in therapy. He goes with Elias (for that one kid Laura use to baby sit with the name too hard to pronounce, who’s mother called him mischief, who talked his ear off, who was named after his grandpa aka stiles) Abel (possibly the birth dads name) Hale

And Derek is so happy to be a uncle and Laura happy to be a mom and her bd apart of their growing lil pack. * so much fluff & love & happiness and first steps*

Eli’s first word is my(mine) and if he deems it his he can & will steal whatever it is. Dada is his second word but not to his dad it’s always to Derek which Laura finds endlessly hilarious. First sentence is “my dada” to random lady in ny trying to hit on Derek while he’s in the park with Eli. Laura who’s not too far off is cackling in the distance and Derek is a tomato.

This all last like 3 years till Laura starts feeling a pull back to beacon hills because her pack it’s. Coming more stable and eventually checks on it through the grapevine only to find if there’s a mysterious alpha in beacon hills and decided to check it out before bringing her family back and to do a in person visit to coma uncle to make sure he’s ok.

PLOT TWIST There actually was a mysterious alpha and he was trying to take Peter out of his misery of being in a coma 7+ years as a werewolf.

The nurse being mysterious alphas human beta had gave the alpha updates.

Only peter wakes up and kills the alpha turning into a alpha and goes crazier with a alpha power surplus and recruits nurse beta into helping him gather into about the fire cuz he puts together the Kate thing pretty fast after finding out his hole family died (minus Laura and Derek) died and hyper fixated on getting revenge.

Still new to his powers his alpha whatever sees Laura as threat instead of niece and kills her.

*Laura dies in pilot at 28-29*

[huntershowl]

——— BASICS ! ♡

NICKNAME : raine

PRONOUNS : she/her

ZODIAC SIGN : gemini

TAKEN OR SINGLE : taken!

——— THREE FACTS ! ♡

went to college for game design, with a focus on writing/narrative and 2D art!

i love cooking and baking — currently work as a chef and i arrange a mean charcuterie board :) fav recipe of mine is probably either banana bread or white chocolate lemon scones.

very into tabletop games, but cursed to hate playing over call. in person, i am known to make detailed irl props, animatics, cover songs and shit like that because immersion is my favorite thing to foster in any sort of roleplaying experience!

——— EXPERIENCE ! ♡

too much. too much. tumblr since 2012, but online rp in general forrrrr. 15?? yrs? since i was in third grade and rped with my bff via emails. kjdshfjkshf ive been through the shit. ask me about horror stories and i'll have a fuckin Tale for you (FROM THE LAST FEW MONTHS EVEN. but also earlier. ive seen things. to the extent that i've been actually considering writing an unofficial dissertation on rp from a queer anthropology lens )

——— MUSE PREFERENCE ! ♡

for muses i prefer to write? ALWAYS sad characters. always. if a bitch isnt a little bit sad i lose interest fast. dsjfhkjshdf more specifically, angry femmes, hard-edged bitchy men with hearts of gold. usually has endured some sort of abuse. a bit unlikable, has a long way to go before they're comfortable with vulnerability. occasionally i have an off-type muse pick though (a couple of love-embodiment rays of sunshine, or get.o jj.k for example, but they're still ALWAYS SAD)

for muses i write against? for seph, i prefer characters with some sort of mean streak/bitchiness/hard edge to them. she doesn't do super well with outwardly soft and gentle characters — her muse avoids them and i tend to lose insp fast, even if i love the character ooc.

in a general sense, i'm drawn to characters who are also angsty in some way, but more than that, i'm drawn to conflict. if a dynamic isn't rough in some way, if there's no conflict between them, then it's less my vibe personally! no shade to those who like harmonious/fluffy character relationships of course — i just. yk. my brain likes to cause problems.

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡

FLUFF : small doses, short threads! i like fluff a lot, but only occasionally

ANGST : honestly like 90% of my content. eve my fluff threads turn sad. i love putting characters through the meat grinder — not only seph either, just say the word and i will HAPPILY inflict my villains on your blorbo! ask any of my writing partners and they will be able to confirm how much angst is on this fuckin blog JKSDKJDSH

SMUT : on discord yes! on dash, i'll ride the line and get a little spicy, but nothing like super explicit. ALTHOUGH this is a wiggly rule — i might try to explore it with trusted partners at some point if i get less shy

PLOT / MEMES : BOTH. plotting is very very helpful for me because i'm a chatterbox and tend to enjoy dynamics where we can also yell about em ooc. also having spicy plot points and conflicts to work towards makes it easier for me to write multiple threads haha <3 but memes are amazing ways to start interacting, as long as i have some sort of direction going in. so both!

tagged by: stoled from @tewwor

tagging: YOU!

[heartsforcece]

golden trio relationship hcs!

fandom - harry potter

pairing - ron weasley x gn!reader, harry potter x gn!reader, hermione granger x gn!reader

requested? - no

summary - hcs for the golden trio in a relationship

warnings - may be a bit ooc, slight cursing, angst if you squint, vomit-worth fluff, reader bullying ron, house neutral reader, they/them prns

as always, let me know if i missed any !

ron weasley

- it was kinda like love at first sight

- on his end

- you guys ran into each other in the hall

- more like he ran into u

- he was in love, u were pissed off

- for the rest of the day (and the rest of his life) he couldn't help but js stare at u when he saw u

- so much that hermione had to pull him away

- y'all probably met in 3rd yr

- but soon enough u two became friends

- don't ask me how, it js happened

- anyways, once y'all finally started dating this man was physically and mentally unable to keep his hands off of u

- PDA to the MAX

- he's always holding ur hand, having his arm around ur waist, literally always touching u in some way

- his love languages are most definitely physical touch and words of affirmation

- he's one for normal pet names, nothing too sappy

- like babe, dear, love, etc

- but certain pet names from u !?!?

- my love, darling, pretty boy

- he's literally giggling and kicking his feet

- he becomes a literal tomato

- when he does something absolutely stupid, u can't help but laugh

"stop laughing"

"that was one of the most idiotic things i have ever seen u do"

"i hate u"

- there were some moments where he genuinely needed comfort

- like in gof when he was upset with harry, u were there to comfort him

- jealousy problems

- he feels like he isn't rlly good enough yk??

- he thinks that u'll leave him for someone better

- but when he hears (from u personally) that u only love him, he starts to feel better

- anyways, as you can tell, i adore this little shit

- i js wanted to add that he reminds me of a weasel

harry potter

- for him it actually took awhile for him to realize he was in love

- you guys got together in 4th yr

- after the dragon thing in the triwizard tournament (i haven't watched gof in so long)

- anyways,

- you were congratulating him, and then he js like

- kissed u

- broski was shocked with himself

"omgomgomgomg"

"harry."

"omgomgomgomgomgomgomg"

"HARRY."

"omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg"

"HAROLD JAMES POTTER."

- basically how that went down

- ANYWAYS

- sometimes he'll js look at u and think "omg that's MY s/o"

- hopeless romantic fr

- love language is acts of service and quality time

- he loves when u fix his glasses, fix his tie, make sure he eats, etc

- he js didn't get that with the dursleys

- and he'll love it if u js sit in the common room w him, let him lay his head in ur lap while u read

- js spending time w u ??

- it's got him twirling his hair, giggling, kicking his feet

- at first u were completely oblivious to his crush

- then he kissed u so

- ANYWAYS

- he's such a silly little guy

- love him too

- definitely like a dog person but horrified of dogs at the same time

hermione granger

- OKOKOKOK

- literally love her sm sorry

- book reader x comic reader

- u guys met on the hogwarts express

- she was helping nev find trevor and asked u for help

- this was in 1st yr btw

- u were SMITTEN with her beauty

- u realized u loved her in 2nd yr when she yk got wtv it's called

- i forgor 💔

- anyway

- she fell in love w u in 3rd yr

- she js like

- realized

- "omg i love them"

- replace ron w u in that one scene (srry ron)

- breaking up fights between her and ron

"*insert ron and mione bickering*"

"mione?"

"yes love?"

"*insert solution idk*"

- we <3 mione

- cat person. all the way.

- will think abt murdering someone they say they don't like cats

- little study dates

- lalalalala and okokokokok

- love language is quality time

- she js wants to hold u as she reads

- while u play with her hair or vice versa

- rambles abt her day while u js sit there, listen, and play with her hair

- will defend u in anything

- mione is my fav from the golden trio 🙏

a/n: CECE'S ALIVE !?!?!? yes he is!! and they r posting again (cue 2 months w/o posting) anyways, i got lazy and that's why it randomly got less (idk the words i'm turning nocturnal rn)

ALSO I WAS ADDING TAGS AND ??

[ectoamerican]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS! ♡

(PEN)NAME: Spooky PRONOUNS: he/they/(rarely)she ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces TAKEN OR SINGLE: in a poly relationship ——— THREE FACTS! ♡

1 - I have 2 cats. Their names are Lucy and Bob, and they're siblings from the same litter of kittens. 2 - I legally/technically died twice, once before I was born and once immediately after. :') maybe there's some underlying reason I write a kind of ghost..... Nah. 3 - I am very small for my age. At nearly 31, I still get handed children's discounts at various places. Because I'm 4'11". My 19 yr old cousin's boyfriend thought I was 16 when he met me. And... I require a stepstool to put stuff away in the kitchen. ——— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: tumblr, discord, ( and in the ye olden days-- YIM and Deviantart.) PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I can do all of these, but I absolutely prefer to plot. At least a little? Get a rough idea of what we want to start with, where it might go? It's good to know if either of us have any ideas to bounce off of each other. ——— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: I play a cis male character, in the past I have played many other genders cis and non cis. MULTI OR SINGLE: If we're talking abt me writing the characters? single, i can only focus on one muse at a time and prefer to dedicate one full blog to a single muse. LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): real people who aren't actors or typically known as actors, as in like youtubers or band members. I just can't separate them mentally from who they actually are. Nothing against the ppl that use those FCs though. My silly brain just sees ppl like Markiplier and only sees Mark, not the character he's being used as the face of. ——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: yes. I love fluffy threads. ANGST: I'm alright with angst, as long as it's not certain kinds of angst just for the sake of angst. I don't hate angst or anything at all, the character I play has lots of angst potential even. Maybe... too much though? Used to be active in the fandom and lets just say certain things got pretty old, fast on the angst front. But def talk to me if you have an angsty idea. It's probably not in the same realm as whatever the fandom was doing. SMUT : my muse is a teenager.

tagged by: stole. tagging: STEAL.

[andstilliam]

i slept 10h last night. it's a good thing i didn't bother taking melatonin. i was so tired. i'm still tired, i could sleep some more. it's definitely low iron coupled with my period. i have contemplated taking my floradix iron pill tonight. i think that i will. so today was a very late start. i decided to treat myself to a coffee at the waterfront. i almost got a little brownie as well but ultimately decided against it because my planned guilty pleasure dinner tonight was popcorn with marshmallow fluff and nutella lol. :P plus i usually treat myself after my exam so i might go back there to get the brownie on thursday, idk yet.

right now, i am seriously unprepared for this bio exam and it's stressing me out. i'm contemplating showing up at all. i'm not really sure what the endgame is here, but i don't believe that i will be accumulating any credits this term, so that's basically 2 years shaved off my degree. a complete and utter waste. my guess is that i'm just here over 1 yr to get put in the underweight bmi category to then be transferred to the University of Enduring Anorexia where i'll pass all my classes with flying colours, so long as i look like a skeleton. i mean, i don't know how else to process this buffoonery. my mental health is destroyed beyond repair and i've run out of delusions to turn to. i'm not going to do well in this bio course because jennifer is my teacher. my thought process goes something like this: 1) she is judging my results for anorexia research. 2) if that's not the case, then the content of the course has been manipulated to skew my results. 3) she has been placed as my teacher in an effort to psychologically manipulate my grades based on past trauma. 4) i'm a niggering retard. how the fuck am i supposed to succeed when these fucking doctors are ruining my life? i mean, seriously, what the fuck. and this has been going on for a while, this level of trickery. this is my life, my education and my health.......i am being mocked for being epileptic among other things, it's just the worst. it's gross medical misconduct and it's baffling to me. i cannot process this. the medical negligence is traumatic enough, but this is overkill. this is fucking overkill. and then to call and tell me to see my provider, are you fucking serious? yall are a fucking joke for this. my mind never could've come up with this level of terror. i am in a real life horror film.

i'm getting eager to know my weight but i promised i wouldn't weigh in until january since it'll mark a year of restriction. i also feel like january is a terrible time to weigh in because it's right after the holidays, so i'm thinking perhaps a little before then, like mid december just before i leave for the holidays.

tbh i prefer not weighing myself at the moment. it's a lot less stressful for me. i feel like i'm able to carry on with my daily intake a lot more smoothly. so i don't want to weigh in. i did buy a new scale that i want to use but i'm just not prepared right now and of course i refuse to go to student health here after they almost killed me last year. i'm just not going to weigh in at the doctors. i refuse to do it. not after everything i've learned. i'm fucking mortified and i refuse to do it. i am not going to the doctor until further notice......

my bod is def shrinking, but my breasts and my stomach area are not ideal at the moment. it's so strange how weight loss varies each time. i'm also not as restrictive with the types of food i eat.

[timetravellingpaperbag]

Thanks so much @swimgirlz-200 for tagging me!

Here goes, 3. What's something you learned about yourself as a writer?

I'll preface this by saying I only started writing seriously again this July. I was going through a rough time mentally (for about 30 years LOL) and writing is an outlet I very much pushed aside for other priorities in my life. There wasn't room for writing, but when I needed something to make me feel better, I turned to Inuyasha, and then I turned to fan fiction, same as I did when I was 12 - and just as I did when I was 12, I decided to give a shot at writing it too. I posted to FFnet because that's where I grew up posting. I thought I'd just trip through a few drabbles and post some really poor, plot-hole ridden smut and snicker my way through some emotional work. Instead I learned that this outlet that was waiting for me here all along wasn't gone, it was just on pause. Instead of writing glorified smut, I got emotionally blindsided by how much of myself I had to confront just by approaching the themes I was juggling. Instead of turning my brain off and letting my heart do a skitter, I was researching, reading, agonizing over a single sentence. And I was loving it. So much that now I kind of have another priority, but I also do have that outlet I was looking for. It's just way more of an outlet than I ever thought it would end up being.

That's why, by the way, my taglines have changed from joking about smuttery as the basis and quietly made their way over to "I write emotional fluff" because apparently, 12-15 yr old me blushed too hard writing it and so does 30 yr old me. I am trying though. I think it makes it more genuine.

(Sorry for the long answer, I have feelings ><) 10. What fic made you happiest to work on?

They were all important to me, but the easiest to write was When We Were Free because I wasn't too serious about it. It was just a little dynamic I thought of in passing and put to the word doc, but I'm happy with how it turned out :) 16. Go to writing songs? Songs with words distract me but if I need to block out noise I will put on soft piano music. Sometimes I'll play the Inu soundtrack too, to get in the mood, only instrumental stuff ! 17. Go to writing snacks? Ice coffee. This is a habit I'm trying to wean off of because it makes me super shaky and then I get up and start sweating and pacing around, but it's adult chocolate milk and my brain won't be told otherwise.

If you write fics and you are finished reading this, choose the three questions you find most interesting! I'm interested to see what other folks recall about their year-in-fic!

fic writer asks

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

What piece of media inspired you the most?

What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

What ship(s) captured your heart?

What character(s) captured your heart?

Did you write for a new fandom or ship this year?

What fic meant the most to you to write?

What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

What fic was the easiest to write?

What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

What were you go-to writing songs?

What were your go-to writing snacks?

What was the hardest fic to title?

Share your favorite opening line

Share your favorite ending line

Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

How did you recharge between fics?

If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

[mitsua]

hiii first time writing a req in like 2-ish yrs so i'm sorry of i use the wrong words

could you write a jealous hayato kamitani x reader from school babysitters like for example Yagi is flirting with reader? you could write his reaction or a whole scenario up to you!!!

thanksss<3

🪼 : Oooohhh this sounds ✨️🤌✨️

I'm so glad for being your first request after many time! Thanks to you, precious story!

Let's go then 🍩☕️

Hayato Kamitani × Reader

(Jealousy)

[When being at the same school, as a student babysitter]

Warnings: Bad grammar and spelling mistakes

Genre: Fluff Series: Gakuen Babysitters

Words' count: 0.85k Y/n's . . . GN!

You were a babysitter before Hayato decided to, helping Kashima with anything you could. The little ones loving you as you played along with them to anything their creative minds came up with.

This being said, you've met many people on your way of becoming one of the babies' best friends. Including Tomoya Yagi.

You can't recall when was the first time you've met him, however, he seemed to do it, very well.

And just like that, he called himself your friend for the very first time.

Sometimes coming out of nowhere saying it was a mere coincidence.

Which you tried to brush off as his normal behaviour towards everyone the more you spent time with him at some walks by the park or stopping him from getting any closer to your little friends.

Hayato and you are classmates, but have never really become great friends or anything like that, on the other side, you were really close to Ryuuchi, he was so kind and cheerful with the kids and everyone sorrounding him, you admired him for that.

So it was a bit weird when knowing who the new adition to the babysitter's club was.

I've mentioned you've met Yagi, and to your surprise, there was this rare time when you've got to be with both Yagi and Ryuuchi, and they somehow had already met each other ?

The first week with Hayato as a new babysitter was spent on him learning the basics.

Mostly you teaching him how to take his brother off of him without being rude or acting mad around him, while Kashima took care of the others.

Yeah, a whole week for it.

During that period, Hayato got to know more about you and effectively, started showing a bit more of consideration with his brother. (Or more like he didn't hit him anymore, which was a lot of progress).

You couldn't help but notice that when you had spent class' time with a man or to be more specific, Kashima, he was way more agressive at the club, making you remember his first week there.

Those were limited occasions. But the first time he got to be with Yugi, and you were there ? ...let's say he'd be freezed in awkwardness and shock of him hugging you all friendly and calling you names. At first.

Of course he wouldn't show any other emotion that wasn't the embarrassment of being trapped with him. ( Yes because he'd obviously would like you to stay with him ).

Have I already mentioned Yugi knows the exact day, time and place were you met ? Well, it seems like he can't remember telling that story any moment, so he'd be most likely talking and laughing about that the whole time.

Maybe it was because he intended to annoy him even more, or he couldn't really remember talking about it 20 times ago, but Yugi won't stop; Hayato being about to lose his composure would prefer to get away of you two for a few minutes to calm down a bit.

⚾️Now, why would Hayato be more annoyed of ?

⚾️Words. Yes, words. Like, the hugs and holding hands can wait a little longer to tickle something on him.

⚾️Someone being touchy could only make him jelous because he can't show his affection too openly like that person seems to. But if that's not the case, then he's all to weird by the sudden touches been given to his S/o.

⚾️If there's this person who can't shut their mouth for a damn minute or keep on trying to steal you from him to have a small talk, he'll lose it.

⚾️He wants to talk to you, wants to get to know you better and share opinions, why does someone have to come and ruin it ?

⚾️Flirting ? In front of him ? the worst.

⚾️He'd get awkward as if someone's hugging you or anything like that as his first instinct, but some seconds after, he'd :

1-. Leave. If he's sensed you seemed to get along with that person, he thinks it'd be the best to leave for a few moments to relax and let you be.

2-. Do nothing but keep in the picture. This may be the one he applies the most since, as I've said, he doesn't really want to leave you. So, if that person seems to be persistent or even making you uncomfortable, he'd enter a bit by making slight commentaries about experiences you've had with him.

⚾️Would he stay mad for some time after the incident ?

⚾️Yes, but of course, not with you, he clearly knows you couldn't control it ( if that person was persistent ), or if that was a good friend of yours, he knows you'd tell him anything about it.

⚾️Sadly, and if his brother keeps bothering him, he'd end up being harsher than ever with him.

⚾️And if you ever try to come up as to why is he in that mood he'd try to avoid the topic or simply lie about Taka being more annoying than normal.

🪼 : Couldn't help but put 2 gifs 🥲💗 they're so cute!!!!

Thanks for reading my dear stories!

[graciegoeskrazy]

Changes

Pairings: Bucky x Teen!Daughter!reader

Request: hey gracie! i’m so glad your requests are open!!if you’re comfortable i would like to request a bucky barnes x daughter!reader (around 16 yrs old).request: y/n is bucky’s daughter is very closed off and is having trouble at school due to her parents separating. she gets into fights at school and her principal calls her dad to school to talk about it. when they go home, bucky and her mom are yelling at her and she finally breaks down and tells them why she’s acting the way she is.thank you so much!!! ♡ - Anon

Readers Age: About 16

Word Count: 1036

Warnings: Child caught in divorce, parents fighting, angst (LIKE LOTS OF IT), fluff at the end tho, barley proof read, mentions of school fights (is that a warning? idk I don't wanna take any chances) LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

A/N: My first request! Thanks to the wonderful anon for the idea. I hope you enjoy and I did your idea justice! I've experienced this several times being a child of divorce myself. I hope you guys enjoy. constructive feedback appreciated! PLEASE DO NOT REPOST! divider from @firefly-graphics

“It is clear that the efforts both y/n and our school is making, is not benefiting anyone. That is why, I think it is in everyone's best interest for y/n to take some time off from school.”

“What- you mean like, suspension?”

“Yes. Suspension.”

You knew you were in deep shit. The thought of your mothers voice played in your head. You and your father were escorted outside the office and asked to leave. You threw your backpack into the backseat and hopped into the passenger's seat. Your dad pulled out of the school's parking lot and started the short drive home. You never looked or said anything towards him once. Occasionally, you could feel him staring at you, but your eyes never left from looking outside the window. He would let out deep sighs every once in a while that would just make you more angry.

You quickly got out of the car and walked through the front door of your mom's house. You didn't even make it halfway up the stairs before you heard your mom call your name. “y/n, come back.” You turned around. “Come sit.” She said, The 3 of you sat in the living room. Your Mother and Father sat on the couch, while you sat on the chair in front of them. It's been awhile since all three of you had been in the same room and talked. In Fact, the last time was probably when they told you about the divorce. You put your backpack down, and sank into the chair.  “Just go ahead, yell.” Bucky was quick to interject, “We are not going to yell at you y/n.”

“Really? That’s a first.” You said sarcastically. You picked at your fingernails trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. Your mom spoke, “y/n we know this is a lot on you.” You scoffed at the understatement. “We understand the feelings you are having and the changes. But, punching someone? Honey, I- I don’t even know where you got that idea?!”

“You married a super soldier.” You said. 

“Fair.” Bucky said. Your mom gave him a stern look. “What? It’s fair.”

“Bucky. This isn’t about that-“

“But it's kind of most definitely about that.”

“But we have a bigger problems to-“

“Yes and we should address both-“

“Are you two gonna make me sit here and watch you both fight all day? Because, I’ve been doing that for the past year and a half, and I think I had my fair share.” You got up and looked at both of your parents. “We’re sorry. Ju- just sit.” Bucky said. You slowly obeyed. “You should have told us y/n. We had no idea it was extending towards school! We could have gotten you help.” Your mom said. “We thought everything was going okay, but your grades are dropping? And now you're getting into fights? Baby, this is so unlike you, and we need you to tell us how we can help. Why are you being so distant?” Tears started to form on your eyes. You still weren’t looking at them. Just playing with your nails and drawing patterns with your finger onto the velvet chair you sat on. Your dad continued the conversation, “There is so much change happening, and we both know it’s scary, but it doesn’t mean that it's all bad. I mean look at where you are! Now you get two cool houses, more one-on-one time with me and your mom. A new school which means a new chance to start over-“

“I don't want those things! I want my old life back! I want one house with two parents that aren’t fighting so I don’t have to spend a certain amount of time with one over the other, and can just have them both without being awkward, and go to a school that doesn’t have people make fun of me because I’m constantly crying with my grades dropping and I don’t want two Holidays or two birthdays! I want one! One house, one school with my old friends, one birthday, one holiday, one me, and two parents! I had ALL of it and you took it away! You both keep asking ‘Why are you distant? Why are you acting weird?’, well maybe it's because you two have given me tons of changes for the last year and a half! Because I don’t know how to handle this stupid shit your throwing at me! Because this entire thing has happened so fast. I look away for one second then look back and you two are yelling at each other and going on dates with new people, while I sit alone i'm in my room, crying, and not with friends because everyone at school thinks I’m a loser and a freak because I have mental breakdowns and panic attacks every 10 minutes because I can’t believe this is the life I’m living! I know this is hard on both of you, but I’m caught in the middle of it and it’s not fair!”

You didn’t notice the tears in your eyes or the fact that you made your way to your knees. Your parents instantly scooped you up into their arms sharing a big embrace. While they were both holding you, your mom started fixing some of your hair that had stuck to your face while crying and pulled it back into a ponytail, while your dad took your face in his hands and wiped away your tears whispering softly into your ear promising you that everything was going to be alright.

“It’s going to get better, we promise you.” Your mom said, “But you need to start talking to us and not be so closed off.”

“I’m trying, It's just hard.”

“I know, we understand. I think we all need to do a better job at communicating.” she gave you a soft smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. You have absolutely no reason to be sorry. Never say that again. You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

Your mom continued, “We love you sweet girl.”

“I love you more.”

Your dad pressed a kiss to your forehead and took your face in his hands, “We love you most.”

[animated-moon]

scraped knees — m. atsumu

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader (implied that atsumu is crushing on reader)

word count: 1k (precise figures are 1066 words)

contains: no angst only fluff, mentions of food and injuries, awkward and in love atsumu, convenient stores are called “q-mart”s, i hate it i used yn i absolutely despise using yn but i did

a/n: i really REAAALLY wanted to make a “scraped yr knees fallin for me” joke but 🧘 also i really despise the title but there was nothing better i couldve named it so <3

☆。*。☆。

“Tsumu! You can put me down!”

“No! What if your wound gets worse or something?” He objected, gripping your calves firmly

“I am perfectly capable of walking! It’s just a scrape on my knee!” You tried again, cheeks heating up as the man shook his head, set on carrying you the entire way.

Atsumu leaned back in his chair. If this day dragged on any longer, he might not be able to even wake up for classes tomorrow. Everyone else in the dorm apartment was already sound asleep, and he wished he could say the same for himself. Just when he’d decided to go to bed, he heard the front door open. Who could be returning at – he checked the clock – 2.38 am? Wasn’t everyone already home and asleep? He sat up, alarmed as he peeked into the living room. When your slouched frame came into view, he became even more confused. He knew for a fact that your classes ended way earlier, and your club had nothing scheduled for the day, so why had you only returned in the wee hours of the morning?

“y/n?” He called out softly, not wanting to startle you but failing anyways.

“Atsumu? Why are you still awake?” You asked, fatigue seeping into your voice as you remained where you stood.

“I just finished with some work and washed up. You?” He replied as casually as he can, awkwardness lingering in the air as both of you kept your distance. He noticed that you hadn’t taken off your shoes yet, although you were already facing the direction of your room.

“Y’going somewhere? Later, I mean,” He asked. A grimace flashed on your face as you sighed. There’s no reason for you to lie to Atsumu.

“I have to go get some bandages. Last I checked we ran out of them and I kind of need them.” Worry bubbled in his chest as he furrowed his brows.

“I don’t really want to talk about it now. Not in the middle of the night, at least,” you replied, starting to head for your room. Atsumu took a few steps towards you, following you in. You rose a brow at him, but let him do as he pleased. He simply stood behind you silently as you grabbed some things, unsure of what he could possibly say. He looked down at the floor, watching your shadow move in a staggered manner as if you were in pain. A hiss from you finally made him look up, and his gaze locked onto the huge scrape on your knee…

…Which is how you’re where you were now, on Atsumu’s back as he brisk walked to the nearest available convenience store. The area around the dorms were almost completely silent, save the sound of cars every few minutes and Atsumu’s panting.

About a short minute later, the words “24/7 Q-MART” spelled with neon lights greeted your eyes. Atsumu nudged open the door of the store with his foot, bending down a little to make sure at your head wouldn’t bump against the doorframe, before heading straight for the section labelled “Medical”. You hid your face in the back of Atsumu’s neck, avoiding eye contact with all the patrons giving you weird looks. You’d practically given up on trying to argue with him now; Osamu really wasn’t kidding about his stubbornness.

“Do ya want get anything? Food? Ice cream? They have a new flavour of it and it’s really good?” Atsumu asked, and you wondered why he was treating you as if you’ve got a fatal injury.

“Sure,” you replied simply, stormclouds from the bad day drifting away with him being so unusually nice to you. After he made payment at the cashier, he proceeded to bring you outside of the store, settling you down on the curb. You winced slightly as you straightened out your legs. Atsumu took a seat beside you, rummaging in the small bag for that roll of bandages you just got.

“’m not super sure how to do this, but let me try,” he said, tone not leaving any room for argument as he gingerly wrapped your knee up with the bandage. “Wait, you’ve washed the wound already, right?” He asked suddenly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his panicky expression.

“Yes, of course I have.”

You heard Atsumu let out a sigh of relief as he went back to fixing up your wound. He decided that he’ll ask about this injury later, when you’re more ready to talk to him about your day. His touch was gentler and more careful than you thought it would be, and it would’ve felt pleasantly ticklish if only you weren’t hurt. When he was finally done, you realized how exhausted you were from the day. He repositioned himself to sit closer to you, unwrapping the ice cream before he hands one to you. Unlike before in your room, you both now sit in comfortable silence, and you had to bite back smiles whenever Atsumu stole glances at you, thinking you didn’t notice.

When you were done, he squat down in front of you again with his back to you, and you looked at him in confusion.

“Get on, I’m carrying ya back,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing ever for a roommate to carry their close friend back after rushing out at an ungodly hour to get them bandages. This time, however, you were too tired to say no. You climbed onto Atsumu’s back, and he stood up with ease, already starting to head back to your dorms. Warmth radiated from his body, a comfortable feeling in contrast to the winds which were too cool for your liking.

“Tsumu… thank you,” you muttered, sleepiness washing over you as you blinked drowsily, unconsciously clinging onto him tighter. Atsumu only chuckled, a sound that rumbled from deep within his chest.

“I really like ya, y‘know?”

“I like you too,” you replied, but he wasn’t sure if it was the exhaustion or your true feelings talking. He wasn’t even sure that you’d processed what he said at all. Maybe you’d remember this tomorrow when your mind was clearer.

“Go to sleep, okay?” He said softly.

“Goodnight, Tsumu,” you mumbled, his steady pace lulling you to sleep. The ghost of a smile flashed across his face.

“Goodnight, y/n.”