#well i hit ask limit so night gang

[taintedcigs]

𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍: can you do a blurb with eddie where eddie and reader are friends but SO OBVIOUSLY into each other and so like nancy/robin/steve or someone else sneakily sets them up in a situation where they admit their feelings 🤭 also congrats on 1k my love 🫶🏻

idiots in love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: nothing rlly, just some tooth-aching fluff!, and cheesy!

a/n: i certainly can leah ily sm mwah! thank u for this and thank uu!!! and also i just wrote a very similar fic to this its like u read my mind lmaooo (but ill make this one different from that one omg!!) also sorry i got very carried away lmao!

join my 1k celebration!

Everyone knew you and Eddie had a thing for each other, apparently everyone but you two idiots did.

Robin first noticed it when you found out about Eddie and that girl from history class had a date, and you freaked out about it, you spent the whole night uneasy, and the next day asking Eddie about how the date went, a smile and relief washed over your face when Eddie told you the date was awful. Robin tried to tell you that you were jealous, but you masked it as being an 'overprotective friend'.

And Steve first noticed how Eddie truly felt about you when he got high with him, Eddie spent hours and hours talking about you to Steve, and at some point, it turned into babbles about how pretty you are, how soft your hair is, and how perfect your smile is. Steve tried to tell Eddie that he had feelings for you but Eddie dismissed it entirely.

Those were the first two incidents, and now Robin and Steve could count about a hundred more where the two of you idiots were too dense to see your feelings for one another.

So with Dustin and Nancy's help, the four of them came up with an idea on how to get the two of you idiots to admit your feelings to one another, Steve and Dustin would push Eddie to his limit and Robin and Nancy would push you to your limit.

It all started innocently at first, Nancy and Robin slightly mentioned Eddie might be going on another date, your ears perked up at that, but you pretended to be dismissive, then they started talking about how they wish they had a partner who regularly bought them flowers, watched movies with them, taught them how to play guitar, their suggestions were all specific about the things you and Eddie did, but you failed to notice that because the whole time they were talking, the only thing you could think about was. 'Shit, I do those things with Eddie!'

Then it all came to a breaking point when they asked you what your type was, and without being able to stop yourself, you said, 'Curly, bit of a metalhead, and a bit nerdy.' You shrugged. But Robin and Nancy slightly smirked to each other.

"Oh... kinda like Eddie, right?" Nancy asked nonchalantly, and they stayed silent, before the metaphorical lightbulb exploded in your head.

'Fuck... I like him, don't I?" You asked them turning to face them now, and they almost squealed at the realization, talking you up so that you could immediately confess your feelings to Eddie and save him from the imaginary date.

Meanwhile, Dustin and Steve weren't so subtle, they slightly mentioned you having an imaginary date as well, and when Eddie seemed so distraught physically, they knew they didn't have to do much to get him to confess. Steve and Dustin pretended to play a game of 'fast questions' where they bombarded Eddie with simple questions, and then asked him questions such as, 'Who's the smartest in the gang? Who is the most annoying in the gang?' then as Eddie was getting mindless about the questions, Dustin asked, 'Who would you wanna date?' and when Eddie without hesitation, said your name, Dustin and Steve gave each other a look, and when they stayed silent, Eddie started cursing.

"Holy shit." The realization quickly hit him. "I... I fucking like her, don't I?" He asked, and Steve and Dustin nodded their head so quickly that it gave Eddie a spin. So then Steve and Dustin encouraged Eddie to go over to the imaginary restaurant you were supposed to be in to stop your imaginary date.

When the two of you were gone, all four of them quickly made their way to Enzo's, to see if you two idiots were actually going to manage it.

When you finally made it to Enzo's you frantically searched for Eddie, who at the same time was frantically searching for you, when the two of you spotted each other, you pointed your finger at him, and so did he.

"Eds!" You rushed over to his side, "Oh, honey." His voice was soft when he rushed over to you.

When your gazes met one another, there was a pause, almost as if the two of you were still hesitant, but the way your dreamily looked at him, and the way his honey-glazed eyes looked at you, was enough to make the two of you confess.

"I like you." The two of you said in unison, and both of you were breathless from all the running around, the confession made the two of you stare at other dumbfounded.

"You?" Now the two of you pointed to each other, once again talking in unison and now you couldn't help but giggle.

"I've- I've liked you for a while now... but I couldn't get myself to admit it, because I thought you didn't like me..." You murmured, now your gaze intended on the ground and Eddie shook his head quickly.

"What?" He asked baffled, he quickly got closer to you, his soft hand tilting your chin to get you looking at him. Eddie had so clearly been in love with you, and your words were making his heartache, if he hadn't been such an idiot, the two of you could have been together for a long time now.

"You- you never asked me out... you just asked out that girl from history class, and I just assumed you didn't like me." You gazed into his eyes, they were glimmering with disappointment, disappointment in himself for not realizing anything.

"Oh my god, I'm such an idiot, I only asked her out because I thought you didn't like me!" He exclaims and now you feel like an idiot too.

"But I pretended not to like you because I thought you didn't like me and wanted other girls!" You exclaim back, hand still pointing toward him, and you can't help but start giggling, and so does Eddie.

Meanwhile, Steve, Dustin, Nancy and Robin watch outside impatiently.

"Are those idiots... laughing?" Steve asked as the three others' head perked up immediately. Nancy scoffed, "Oh, I'm actually going to kill them this time, I swear to god I'm going to mush their head against another!" And before Nancy could angrily storm off Robin held her back.

"Oh, shit, wait!" She pointed towards the two of you again, you two were now leaning against each other's faces, Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Nancy treating this like their own little show, watched excitedly.

You couldn't help but blink slowly when Eddie licked his lips, his gaze intent on your soft lips, everything was happening too fast but you were more than ready for him to kiss you.

Eddie's nose softly bumped into yours, and you didn't hesitate to close the gap between the two of you, when his plump lips met your soft ones, you couldn't help but let a whimper out, and Eddie smiled into your lips.

He pulled away from initial shock, his forehead pressed against yours. "We were such idiots, huh?" He asked, a playful laugh on his lips.

You giggled, nodding, "Well, at least we figured it out now." You gave him a warm smile, unaware of your best friends who had orchestrated the whole thing.

also this is what i had in mind when i wrote the confession scene btw:

[magicandpizza]

Anika knew who Jesper Fahey was before she’d ever joined the Dregs. While Kaz’s name carries weight, and perhaps a small shudder of fear, Jesper’s name comes with a knowing smirk and some sort of comment on his sexual prowess. She’d deny it if anyone ever asked her, but the truth of the matter is that she has slept with him. Just the once, as is his way, and his reputation is entirely true. He is, unfortunately, a very good shag, and his list of previous bedfellows is probably longer than Anika’s entire arm.

It comes as very little surprise to her when a rumour starts circulating amongst the gang that Fahey had not only previously slept with their brand new demo man, but had also, apparently, forgotten about it. What is surprising, though, is that Jesper has apparently gone back for seconds (and thirds, and fourths…), because said demo man practically lives at the Slat nowadays, and the pair are frequently together.

“I’ve never seen him like this before,” Anika whispers. She’s sitting at a table at the Crow Club nursing a well-earned beer after finishing her shift.

Beside her, Pim raises an eyebrow but his eyes stay locked on the sight of notorious flirt Jesper Fahey contentedly sitting beside his… boyfriend? What is his name anyway? Henderson? Hen… something. It’s on the tip of her tongue. The demo man is tucked happily tucked up against Fahey’s side, grinning at him over the rim of his glass.

For the life of her, Anika cannot work out what it is about him that has Jesper so transfixed. Sure, he is objectively good-looking, though men with pretty eyes and delicate features don’t really do it for her, and he must be clever if he knows his way around explosives, but in their - admittedly limited - interactions since Hendriks joined the Dregs, she’s found him kind of meek. Unassuming.

“It won’t last,” Pim says eventually. “He’ll get bored. This is Fahey we’re talking about after all.”

Anika hums. She traces her fingers over the droplets of condensation running down the side of her beer glass, then takes a long drink. See, normally she’d agree with Pim. But the pair have already been to Ravka and back, and she has a sneaking suspicion that the messy-haired demo man - and really, what is his name? - might actually have fully moved into Fahey’s room.

“I don’t know Pim, I feel like this is different.”

-

A few weeks later and Anika is ready to tear her hair out. She’s never paid too much attention to the fact that her room is directly next to Jesper’s, but now that it’s Jesper and Wylan’s room, well, that’s another matter. To put it simply, Anika has overheard more than she ever needed to over the past few weeks, and it’s seriously starting to grate.

She glares at Jesper as he enters the living area at the Slat. He’s alone, but pours two cups of coffee anyway, taking both with him as he joins her and Nina at their table.

“You’re very loud, you know that?” Anika says around a mouthful of lacklustre porridge.

Nina snorts into her breakfast, but Jesper only grins with the self-satisfied smirk of someone who is having good sex and a lot of it.

“I could buy you some earplugs, if you like.”

Anika scowls at him. “You could try asking loverboy to keep it down.”

“I could,” Jesper says mildly with a shrug of his shoulders. He drums his fingers against the table as he raises his mug to his lips. “But I quite like the noises he makes.”

Anika seriously considers hitting him.

“It’s not just Wylan, they’re both as bad as each other,” Nina grumbles, stabbing at a piece of sausage a little too forcefully. “Do you know, Anika, I’m pretty sure I heard this one,” she gestures at Jesper with her fork, “begging the other night. Seems quite unlike you, what was Wylan doing, hm?”

“He has very talented fingers,” Jesper says, pointedly ignoring the gagging noise Anika directs at him. “And don’t take it out on me just because Kaz hasn’t smuggled Matthias out of Hellgate yet. You should be happy at least some of us are getting laid.”

Nina opens her mouth to respond, but quickly shuts it again when Wylan drops into the empty chair next to Jesper, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as he does so. Anika scowls at him too for good measure. Surely, she thinks, it can’t get any worse than this.

She is proved disgustingly wrong when Nina’s Fjerdan slab of fur moves into the Slat a week later, and the pair upgrade to a bigger room. Surely all the Saints must hate her, because the room they move into is directly above hers.

[verdemoun]

I can’t see all of them being able to drive well but I also can’t see that fact stopping them. Maybe for some angst, who is the first in a car accident?

oh two part-er

first while not technically a car accident kieran was very literally hit by a car his first day in timewarp, and not a light tap. he was thrown, broken arm, bruised ribs, head slammed into the asphalt so hard he saw spots and passed out. his introduction to modern era was the chaotic horror of an emergency room, searing fluorescent lights, the stink of disinfectant and strangers in alien hospital uniform repeatedly asking what his name was.

kieran duffy wasn't remembered as a van der linde. he wasn't remembered at all. bessie had no way of connecting the dots that so much of mary-beth's novels were true until lenny started reading them. so with the hospital mandated bare minimum to a seemingly homeless man who stammered about O'Driscolls and his gang, he got turned back out onto the streets with a few days of painkillers and a shoddy cast on his arm.

everyone else gets the comfort of waking up to the smiling faces of loved ones or at least a friendly mad woman chasing you down the street knowing your name. kieran sleeps rough for weeks, lurking around the modern era shady belle because it's the only thing familiar but being chased off the gated property the second he's noticed.

when hosea and lenny happen across him by chance, he's more bruised and battered than his corpse was riding headless back into shady belle, and more terrified than he ever was being their prisoner in colter.

it is months before he can get in a car without looking like he's being held at gunpoint

but the first van der linde car accident, hmm: well obviously the gang pick up driving very differently.

hosea is the perpetual old man driving 10 under the speed limit when you're already running late to work. but bessie lets him drive the chevy on sundays and they just enjoy one another's quiet company on the open road.

lenny is the only one who can drive without bessie clutching the door. he is also the first to buy his own car and understands they serve the same purpose as a horse. even forms an emotional connection to his car, is slightly upset it doesn't love him back like maggie did.

they put off teaching sean to drive as long as possible and true to form he proves their greatest fears being a horrible driver - but the pizzeria never had to pay a late delivery fee again.

kieran sat behind in the wheel in an empty lot, let the car roll a hundred yards before pulling the handbrake and having a panic attack. never again. passenger princess/walks everywhere.

as much as he loves learning about the engineering of cars, arthur is not a natural driver. he insisted on learning to drive in a truck because people already looked at him and assumed he had a truck. as a result, no parking lot trolley return was safe. his truck is as dented as his spine is ruined.

so no one expected it to be lenny who was running late one night: or a phone call from an unknown number, saying there'd been an accident. not lenny's fault, of course. another driver, too drunk or too tired to realize the light was red and slammed straight into the driver side of his car.

most of the gang have been lucky enough to avoid a hospital, and as a result it's chaos. bessie is so distressed worrying about her son that she forgets she's the only one who knows what to do. hosea is panicky asking reception what happened, where's lenny, where's his boy. and sean is just. silent. nothing. no bouncing. no anxious fidgeting. he's silent, and still.

and lenny's asleep. general anasthetic or some sort of sedative, unnaturally still and more bandages than flesh. just a strange, bulky hospital bed and blue hospital blanket. tubes and a heart beat monitor that they naively thought only existed on tv.

hosea chases bessie, who has to remove herself because she doesn't want to be the only one in the room crying. it doesn't seem fair how upset she finds it when she has known lenny for so much shorter than the rest.

just sean. sitting with unnatural calmness in a plastic chair beside lenny in a hospital bed. afraid to hold his hand in case he hurts him. cracks a few jokes about being glad lenny has always only ever loved reading, because if he wanted to learn to play piano he'd be mortified by his broken, swollen fingers.

lenny doesn't laugh. the heart rate monitor stays at a constant, steady beep.

some old, painful memory digs its way to sean's consciousness. he can hear bessie sobbing in the hallway, hosea bracing her weight in an embrace like she'll collapse without him. sean instinctively opens the windows and moves his chair so as to not be in between lenny and the night air. his eyes bounce for a moment between the clock and the heart rate monitor. he offers him confession, like a good catholic boy, and when no answer comes, begins to sing old irish blessings only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

lenny is fine and makes a full recovery!! discharged days later, recognises he's lucky and it could have easily been so much worse. he's more annoyed about the hospital getting his family worked up for no reason. whatever drugs they gave him, it was the damn best sleep he ever had. he's more upset over the hospital bill than his car being wrecked, and wasting a joke about 'all the bleeding was internal, that's where blood is meant to be' on sean, who doesn't get it

recognises the tune next time sean is humming irish blessings to himself. doesn't know where.

[tinkerbitch69]

So my fellow whovians, i have a theory…

I watched the snowmen again last night and the doctor’s sudden shift following the ponds death doesn’t really make sense to me. All of a sudden he’s changed his whole outlook on life, stopped travelling, refuses to help people and just generally becomes Scrooge more or less. Like I know the ponds death would have hit him hard but like THAT seems a bit much…

And everyone in the paternoster gang says he has been this way for a long time but they don’t seem to be that much older than they were when we saw them in a good man goes to war. So he can’t have been parked on that cloud and moping about for more than a few years which idk that doesn’t exactly qualify as a long time to me, especially with the doctor.

So, people have often asked why he couldn’t go back and get them, even if all of the 1930s was off limits to his TARDIS because of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, couldn’t he have just popped to the 40s or 50s and retrieved them when they were a bit older? He does have a Time Machine after all …

Well what if he DID?

He picked up the ponds and essentially kept travelling with them on and off for the rest of their lives but ultimately he lost them again when they died of old age and he had to visit those graves again. No matter how many times he would travel back in time to find them at a point in their past where he could pick them up and take them on a new adventure, eventually he would have to drop them off again, knowing they are inevitably heading to their deaths, however slowly. No matter he does, he can’t save them.

No matter what he does, his time with them is always finite.

And it’s THIS realisation that hits him so hard that he gives up on travelling and decides to brood in Victorian London for the rest of his life (excellent locale for brooding btw). the paternoster gang know he’s been this obsessive about the ponds and it’s not healthy for him which is why they say he’s been like this for a long time. He shut everyone else out long before he ended up on that cloud. he stopped trying to move on and find a new companion because he can’t go through getting attached to them when he knows his time with them will eventually and inevitably run out…

[elvenbeard]

🍷 🍒 🩸🎸 please c:

Thanks so much for asking!! :DD

🍷 (wine) - Does your oc drink? What kind of alcohol do they enjoy? What are their drinking habits? What kind of drunk are they?

Vince doesn't drink! Not out of conviction or anything like that, his body just doesn't process alcohol well, meaning he gets drunk/sick from alcohol fast, which doesn't make the whole thing very enjoyable xD A beer or a light cocktail with a lot more more lemonade/nicola/tonic than alcohol are fine, and he won't say no to either, but any more than that and the night is over xD He only really drinks when he's in good company and knows there's someone who would have an eye out on him - otherwise he'll just pass and doesn't mind being the designated driver. In regard to the "what kind of drunk" - is there a miserable drunk? xD Because if he really goes beyond a little tipsy, which doesn't affect his mood or behavior much, he'll just be miserable wanting to go home xD

🍒 (cherries) - Does your character have a best friend? How long have they known each other? What do they like most about each other? How did they meet?

Jackie was his best friend, and even though Vince also becomes very close with Judy (and Kerry, obviously), the friendship with Jackie was something different though. They'd known each other for around 10 years when Jackie died, and to Vince he was truly like an older brother, family. What he liked the most about Jackie was his optimism and open, friendly mindset, while at the same time he could also be quite sly and mischievous. He knew exactly what he wanted, always, or at least so it seemed to Vince. The other way around Jackie liked Vince's strength - not physical strength, but he is determined and stubborn and not shy about doing everything he needs to do to get what he wants. And he was intrigued by how under the cold and calculating exterior there was a very soft core actually that really only close people like Jackie ever got to see. How they originally met in my headcanon was pure chance to a degree. Vince was at a party in the city center with a friend, and he had "borrowed" his mother's car. Because he was a dumb rich kid at the time he unknowingly parked it on Valentino turf, and when he and his friend got back, a bunch of Valentinos were in the process of stealing it. Vince's friend bailed, Vince faced the Valentinos and got beat up pretty badly (but also would've rather been killed by the Valentinos that tell his mom "I got your car stolen by a gang"). Jackie was among the gangers and managed to talk down the leader from killing Vince, which in return got him into trouble as well. But no better way of bonding than miserably sitting in a dirty alley in the middle of the night and sharing a packet of tissues to wipe blood off your face.

🩸 (blood) - Is your oc squeamish? Are they disturbed by the sight of blood? Have they ever been in a situation where they had to overcome being squeamish?

He's not very squeamish I wouldn't say. He's not a fan of violence or blood either, but I figure if you spend enough time on Night City's streets it's something you just get used to, or rather, grow numb to. A hard situation where he definitely reached his limit of what he's able to deal with was definitely Evelyn's suicide, because he's struggled with depression and according thoughts as well. So the personal connection, to Evelyn and what she went through, then also having Judy all upset as well, and that whole day hit him very hard in that regard.

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

His favourite band from since when he was a teenager have always been the Cartesian Duelists, and also any solo projects of Slavoj McAllister. He's a big fan and knows every song by heart XD In general he likes music in that general style the Duelists make the best (and here's just me not being good with determining genres or being able to tell them apart xD). Rock, metal, with electronic components or without, or just electronic dance music to vibe to as well are his jam. He's also fond of J-Pop and enjoys mainstream music as well XD Speaking of ingame radios, his favourites would be Radio Vexelstrom, Darkstar Radio, Morro Rock Radio, Night FM, Growl FM, and Body Heat Radio in that order more or less. Speaking of real life bands, to name a few bigger ones, I think he'd enjoy HEALTH, Skindred, Babymetal, Electric Callboy, Disturbed, Linkin Park, and many more in that direction xD

Red Emoji OC asks

[ciaossu-imagines]

For day two: prompt eighteen for chrome please? also, for the prompts, do you have any rules or specific limits as to how many questions we’ll be able to ask? i don’t wanna overwhelm you so if you can’t do all of them, feel free to choose any of those questions 🥺❤️ thank u and have a great day ahead!

Of course, anon dear! Thank you so much for requesting something for the event! You guys definitely did not overwhelm me and I was really happy to have gotten so many fantastic requests! I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons, and that you have a fantastic day as well!

GIVE ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL TELL YOU MY HEADCANON FOR:

What they smell like

Chrome is one of the members of the Kokuyo Gang who really does try to stay really clean and to take care of herself. She does smell a little bit of mold and damp and wet earth, just because she does live in Kokuyo Land, but it’s a very faint odor, only detectable here and there. Overall, she smells faintly sweet, like honey shampoo and soap.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc.)

Chrome sleeps on her side, tucked up into a fetal position with her hands up near her chest. Her mouth tends to be a little parted when she sleeps, and she does have a habit of breathing half through her mouth while sleeping, making a very light and faint snoring sound. She doesn’t really have a very rigid sleeping schedule, as there isn’t much in the way of clocks and such in Kokuyo Land, and she just tends to sleep when she’s tired. Sometimes she naps throughout the day and ends up staying up most of the night, kept occasional company by Chikusa, who has periods of insomnia. Other times she’s up bright and early and falls asleep early in the evening.

What music they enjoy

I don’t think Chrome actually listens to a lot of music. When she was younger, as Nagi, she listened to a little bit more in the way of music and had a thing for boy bands and idol groups because their music was upbeat and it took away some of the loneliness and sad feelings she had. She isn’t really huge into music overall though, and listens to it rarely, though she still does prefer songs that are more upbeat and that take away her troubles for those couple of minutes.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning

Not a lot, honestly. She prefers night-time showers over morning showers, especially since the Gang likes to hit the bathhouse more in the evenings and it’s what she got used to. She doesn’t spend a lot of time picking out clothing  or anything, since she doesn’t own a lot of it and doesn’t really worry too much about what is fashionable or what to wear, as long as it’s clean. She can normally be up and ready for the day within ten minutes.

Their favourite thing to collect

I have this really weird, but super strong, headcanon that sometime during her life, Chrome starts collecting pineapples. Pineapple shaped tiki mugs, pineapple printed towels, a ceramic pineapple. As long as it has a pineapple on it, she adds it to her collection – a collection Mukuro is not too fond of, let me tell you.

Left or right-handed

Chrome is right-handed but she does try to increase her ability to use her left hand, since she is sure it will make her stronger in fights and such.

Religion (if any)

I don’t think Chrome is religious. She wasn’t raised in a religious household and, though the idea of reincarnation and such does interest her, she doesn’t really hold any belief in any organized religion, any particular deity.

Favourite sport

Chrome actually does not like sports. She never played them as a child, she doesn’t find them really all that interesting to watch because she doesn’t know the rules or what’s going on. It’s just not an area that interests her.

Favourite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc.)

Food. It’s food. Though she doesn’t eat a lot, she does enjoy trying new foods. And since most of her travel is done for business, she doesn’t really have a lot of free time to sightsee or go to monuments or shopping, but as everyone needs to eat, she does get to experience the foreign food no matter what.

Favourite kind of weather

I do think Chrome likes fog, but a different kind of fog than what Mukuro prefers. She prefers light fog, almost covering the ground, and just a hazy sort of almost rain coming from a grey sky that almost promises that the sun is fighting to show through again.

A weird/obscure fear they have

It’s not all that weird or obscure, but Chrome is very much afraid of failure and even more so of rejection. She’s trying hard to improve, to overcome both fears and to make herself a stronger, better person, but the fears are still there.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail

I don’t think Chrome has honestly been to too many festivals or carnivals and, when she does go, she likes to look around at all the new sights and all the things going on rather than to participate directly. However, if she was coerced or coaxed into trying a carnival game, I do think she would be really good at Tip-a-Troll or the bean bag toss. I can’t even give reasons, it’s more just a feeling that those would be what she would be really good at.

[nohrenvia]

Low Battery

"When they're exhausted and wants to be spoiled."

(Bucciarati's Gang Edition)

Bruno Bucciarati

Okay, I'll be honest with you. Half of Naples already knew who this capo is and ya'll know who the citizens gonna call if something goes terribly wrong or if the law enforcement don't work.

So it's no surprise if your beloved Bucci got home looking like he just ran across Naples as if he was the city's errand boy.......well, he technically is.

Bruno Bucciarati is a kind man, but he has his limits. There are times when the man gets tired of being a mama a cold-blooded gangster and taking care of his team.

Rather than venting it out with violence, he'll opt to seek for your attention.

Bucciarati would usually arrive home with a tired, but relieved smile. However, if he's exhausted that day, then it's a different story.

When Bucciarati is home after a harsh day of being a mafioso, the first thing he'll do is to find you.

"Let me recharge." He gently picks you up and takes you to bed.

He'll lay with you beside him. With his face buried in your chest, he tells you all about the events he encountered that day and about his teammates

You would undo his braid as he talks, combing your hand through his hair.

And when Bucciarati realizes what you are doing, he's touched. He'll whimper out your name over and over again in a sweet voice, trying to drown his troubles away, and burying his face deeper into your chest.

When you notice he's getting quiet, Bucciarati already fell asleep.

He seems to have recharged his batteries♡

Leone Abbacchio

Well, you might've already knew it.

This grumpy and brooding goth bf doesn't say anything if he's exhausted, so you have to guess it and take action.

If you're dumb or if you're smart, it doesn't matter. It's a hit or miss if you want to predict his mood.

The telltale sign if he's fatigued is pulling you closer to him without a word. Well, it's that or he just want to be close to you ♡w♡

You already picked up the signs, and you don't resist his embrace, staying quiet. You encricled your arms around him and hugged him lovingly.

"Do you want something to drink?" You asked.

"No. Just stay like this."

You don't usually spoil him at this stage, but when he calms down, please spoil him as much as you want!

Give him a bath, feed him something healthy because lord knows Abbacchio doesn't take care of himself enough.

Clean his make-up tenderly, drop some light kisses on his face if you want. Even though he grunts and grumps, don't be fooled. He actually enjoys it.

And please don't give this man alcohol.

Lastly, please don't let him go, Abbacchio spent too many nights wallowing in the middle of the night, haunted by his past.

With you by his side, he doesn't mind to face his nightmares of the past, because he's reassured by the fact that his future would be kinder since you are here in his life.

And so, with your presence, Abbacchio's exhaustion would disappear by tomorrow

Guido Mista

Mista's easy to understand. See his body language, you'll understand without much thinking.

"(y/n)..." he whined.

You're sitting on the sofa when he's finally home in the afternoon. There's Mista, shoulders slumped, eyes heavy, dragging his legs to where you sat.

"What is it, Guido? Ah, Guido--!"

He lifts you up to put you on his lap, an arm around your waist, holding you from behind while you're watching TV or something.

The thing here is, Mista likes to blow off the steam by pestering his amore.

By pestering, I mean initiating some lovey-dovey moments with you.

Sometimes Mista kisses your neck or rubs his face against your shoulder.

Or his hands could be wandering around your body to feel the softness of your skin. Or maybe fondling if he's feeling playful that day.

By doing this, he's distracting his mind from his tough day at work. This is Guido Mista's way of recovering his lost energy batteries.

Of course, you wouldn't deprive him of your attention and affection.

When you took off his hat to stroke his head directly, Mista will whine and moan even more.

"(y/n)~ C'mon, you ain't gonna stop there, yeah?"

Oh great, now he wants to be even more spoiled.

But, you'll take responsibility, won't you?

After all, Mista's tiredness and worries are floating away as you're babying him. Why stop there?

Narancia Ghirga

He's also easy to understand.

If you're not around, his energy depletes rather quickly.

Narancia's mood would go sour if he's tired. He won't take anymore nonsense from anything by the end of the bad day.

If something's bothering him, his nerve would snap faster before you can say his name. If they blocked his way from getting to you, just remember he has a pocket knife to solve that.

"(y/n)!" He calls out.

Narancia's eyes lights up with sparkles as soon as he finds you before proceeding to squeeze the daylights-- I mean, hugs you.

Don't you worry, he just missed you! He yearns for your presence a lot that by the time he has you in his arms, Narancia lets out a "Hehehe! Cara, I miss you so much!"

Then he'll rub his face against your body to prove how much he means it

"Nara, it hurts!"

"Oops, sorry!" He recoils to face you but his arms are still entangled to your body.

This rowdy Ghirga giggled while flashing a boyish grin, so wide you could see his teeth.

When you wrapped your arms around him to hug him, Narancia is surprised! But he returns to his happy state afterwards.

Oh, but be careful, dear!

Narancia recharges fast. His energy bar is maxed up by the second you both let go from the hug.

"Bella, let's hit up the gelato stall!" Narancia clasped your hand in his, running through the city of Naples with you in tow.

At this rate, you're going to be the one whose energy needs to be recharged!

Pannacotta Fugo

Poor Fugo...

Even an idiot could see he is dead tired.

But he doesn't want to be honest with you!

Moreover, he refuses to admit that he wants to be pampered! Therefore, all he could do was standing next to you, hoping you would do something.

Of course, you know what he's doing. So you did what he likes the most, petting his head.

Before long, he breaks free to embrace you, followed by him kissing your cheek, forehead, nose, neck, anywhere he wants.

"I want you to do the same," he pleads. Fugo hovers above you, while your bodies laid on the bed, instead of the ceiling, all you could see was his face, "Can you.....please indulge me?" He gives a destructive upwards glance.

Why destructive, you ask? Isn't it obvious?

Those eyes of his, glazed with a thin layer of desire. It's not good for your heart.

This side of Fugo is capable of melting and softening your heart.

A tired Fugo is a vulnerable Fugo. Well, at least, he showed it exclusively to you. Anyone else would have faced his wrath, he doesn't have the time to dilly-dally when his energy is going down the drain.

You don't have it in you to deny him. Not when you've made him, the touch-starved Fugo, addicted to your affection.

Your touch spreads warmth throughout his body. He could feel his exhaustion drifting away.

So, of course you gave in to his wishes, and indulged him.

Usually, he was the Fugo with an IQ of 152. But, when he's drained of his energy, his brain would forget a lot of things because it craved you.

But, sometimes the pampering meter goes off the rails, so the skinship gets more intense.

Ah, you can stop now, (y/n). I think Fugo's getting love drunk.

Giorno Giovanna

Now where should I start with this golden brat boy?

Giorno is the same Giorno when he's tired.

Alright, that's a lie.

Giorno is the type of person who hides his exhaustion well. If you look closely, you'll see the signs of a tired person within him. Half-lidded eyes, drooped shoulders, fatigued body language, you name it.

But, somehow, he's not the same polite Giorno.

In his drained and worn-out state, he'll chastise anyone and everyone even Abbacchio if they approach him the wrong way.

Well, even if it's the right way, Giorno would soon forget what he heard and hastily excuses himself to get away from them.

Yet, he'll use less sharper words if someone insists on commenting.

But, worry not. Giorno is softer around the people he cares about. You included, of course.

You two are inseperable.

You stick together all the time, except on missions since you can't disobey the boss's orders.

Coincidentally, you are both exhausted from the trials and tribulations of Passione.

Because you don't want to be disturbed, both of you stayed in your shared room, tangling yourselves on the bed.

"Don't leave me yet." he cooed as he buried his face in your chest. You just want to change your clothes, but it seems Giorno doesn't want to let go of you yet.

You untied his hair and unraveled it with your hands. Gently, caressing and scratching his scalp.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

But, Giorno's face is a contrast to his words, he looks happy because he liked to be touched by you.

"Ssshh, just relax." You induced him. Giorno for once, let's go of his burdens, melting away under your fingertips, his energy recharging slowly but surely as you let him relinquish in your attention.

This golden boy is also touch-starved, so don't be confused if he suddenly asked for more in the future.

"Tesoro, I'm tired." Giorno stood in front of you in all his don glory.

"And?" You asked, but you could already perceive what he longs for.

It doesn't change just because he became the don.

"Please don't make me repeat the same thing twice." Giorno hissed, but his blush was clear as day. The way he aches for your touch, it sents shivers down your spine.

The choice is up to you. Would you give Giorno what he wants? Or would you make Don Giovanna beg on his knees to receive it?

[ignis-writes]

By Chance, By Choice

Summary: Summary: Will Syverson and y/n find love during hard times in an alliance made to keep the peace? (im bad at summaries)

Pairing:mob boss!Logan Syverson x female reader

Word count: around 1.7K

Warning: mob and stuff like that, mentions of fight bloodshed, arranged marriage. angst, fluff, and hardcore smut in future parts

A/N: This chapter is just an introduction to the universe from the reader's pov. English is not my first language and this fic is Not beta'd like everything else on this page. So look out for obvious mistakes

Image credits: Pinterest

Even if u don't like this, please comment, would be a great help to improve

*No permission is given of reposting, copying my work or ideas and parts from it and claiming it as your own* 

Arranged marriage AU -

Mob Boss AU

Chapter 1

The Engagement

An Arranged marriage? It sounded ridiculous and impractical.  But belonging to a mob family that had been around the blood business for so long, I've heard it often, especially around my eldest brother's marriage. Back then it felt like an alternate option if tinder doesn't work, but right now I'm close to no option. 

From a third-person perspective, It was like, everything was handed to me on a silver plate, and to a point it was true. Being the daughter of an influential man, and being raised in a wealthy family I did not have many struggles compared to an average person. But the problem with the silver plate is that it comes chained to your arms. This chain essentially limited my freedom to choose many things for myself, from where I studied to what I wore. And now who I married.

So when my father casually broke the news of this proposal at the dinner and asked for my opinion, I was not surprised. And by the looks exchanged between my brothers, Jude and Milan, It was clear that I shouldn't have a bad opinion for starters. This was not a proposal but a promise, a promise made on my life without my knowledge or consent. A promise put together by two mobsters for god knows what purpose. A business agreement? A peace treaty? I was yet to find. 

The Syversons were a familiar name in the underworld. The man I was supposed to marry was Logan Syverson, the old Don's younger son and only heir since the passing of his father and the murder of his elder brother Richard. Richard's death created a series of shootouts and gang wars which led to a fiasco that called for immediate negotiations and peace. Plus Syverson shared his high school and college days with my second brother, so they were pretty close even after all these years. This is all I knew about the man I was supposed to marry and his family. Still, I got ready to meet him and his family since my father had way too much hope in this alliance and he even went to the extent of thinking we would make an excellent couple. That was the clue, father wasn't just wagering a business deal, he wanted to "join the families " or whatever it meant. 

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The night before my engagement to him or my first time meeting my future husband, I couldn't sleep and had mixed feelings about him, about the marriage, and its aptitude for building anything more than a peace treaty between 2 groups of influential people. I wondered if I will like the stranger of a fiancee. A part of me feared it was probably gonna be another faux excuse for marriage, like Jude and Catherine. Even though they were lovely individuals with much kindness and love in their hearts they didn't work well as a team. On the other hand. I had my parents and their extraordinary bond to look up to. They loved cherished and respected each other and set a great example for their 4 kids to follow. Once I heard Uncle Benjin say they hit the jackpot when it came to an arranged marriage while toasting to the well-being of their relationship on its 25th anniversary, that was 10 years ago when I was 15. 

I kept tossing and turning in my bed for a few more hours so I went down to the kitchen to grab a drink, maybe if I had enough alcohol to doze off my system, I could fall asleep. Stupid thought actually, I was more likely to stay up if I drank. So I opened the fridge instead, to find ice cream. There was always some ice cream in this fridge. When I was around 5-6 used to sneak out with my brother to get some sweets past midnight, but pappa would catch us. He was never mad at us once he even joined our Lil ice cream adventure with his own share of choco chip cookies dipped in a warm glass of milk. It was our lil guilty pleasure.  But this time for a change I saw my mamma, she stood by the kitchen window looking out into the vineyard. 

"Mamma? " 

"Oh honey, you can't sleep either? " 

"yeahhh. I'm glad I have company, maybe a lil ice cream would help? 

"sit down you, I'll get the ice cream"

she turned to the fridge in a hurry before I managed to turn up the lights, and a tear? Was she crying? For what???

Knowing my mom, if I asked she would get annoyed further so I didn't ponder it any further. We sat together with the ice cream and talked about the past, not anything serious but all the silly stupid things I and my brothers did as kids, and giggled at some really awkward memories. We purposefully avoided talking about that time when pappa got shot and we had to move away for some time. After all, weren't trying to send away any hopes of sleeping tonight, and when silence fell again I asked. 

"ma, I don't know what it is but you know you can talk to me, right...…" 

"Oh it's nothing honey, it's just " her eyes were damp again.

"It's just I always felt like you never liked this lifestyle, the constant fear, instability and everything bad that came with the money and power… *sigh * I didn't get to choose who I married, but fortunately I married a good man. Together we made a family brick by brick. It was not easy, we took it slow and steady. Had to pretend at some part, had to turn a blind eye, forget and forgive but the efforts were mutual, we fell in love with each other.  

But for you, I hoped better, like you could choose your life, your husband, and ever since your pappa came up with this proposal I had this impending feeling that like you would have chosen to marry outside this society if it was your call.  Even cut all ties with this dangerous world and move out to somewhere peaceful, and…and normal. So yeah..." She wiped another drop of tear and continued "Im sorry we had to lock u right back into this world where mothers start every day with the fear of not seeing their children and husband ever again... it's terrible, really"

 

For a second I didn't know what to say, but I couldn't leave her in the silence either so I said, just for the sake of saying anything

"Oh mamma, you don't worry about that for a moment. I am your daughter, I will not just let somebody's arrangement decide the course of my life. And about getting out of this world, I was born here but never a part of it. Always a bystander to whatever went on in the name of the "family business" always a wallflower. I hated it of course, by trying my best not to see too much, not to let it bother me. my life was good so far ma, it will be good in the future cuz it was and will always be my decision to keep my happiness. So My marriage will be good, or I will make it good. " I said smiling 

No matter what I said, no matter how confident I sounded It was confusing, the hour was late and my mind was still wandering but after a few minutes with mamma, I felt like I could nod off for a while.

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The engagement went well, well…not uneventfully well. I wore a simple pink dress and waited in my room, Catherine was there to help me calm down my nerves. She said she knew him, not well enough but she said he wasn't a bad guy maybe it was true, maybe it was true. Maybe she just wanted me to calm down. When pappa led me to the hall he was silent except for the kind smile he offered me but his face was optimistic.

The hall was decorated in pink and white flowers and laces. The delicate sound of the piano kept humming a familiar tune. Not many people stood there, just his family, the closest of his friends, and mine. He was already there when I walked down the stairs, he must have seen me first because when I spotted him his eyes were already on me. Damm, he was handsome.

Some part of me wished I could meet him sooner. But another part of me was still a bit anxious. Finally, we got engaged, shook hands, and talked a bit....a lot. He was taller than I expected and well built. His eyes were many hues of blue with an isle of brown.

'Cute. My kids are gonna have those eyes' I caught myself thinking. wait, what???? I met this man 5 mins ago and I was already planning kids and their eye color. There is seriously something wrong with me.

As soon as the crowd around us took off to socialize with others, he asked me if he could get me a glass of champagne. Sure he might have noticed me not standing still and shifting weight from leg to leg. So we sat down by the balcony and he got me my glass. The fact that he served in the army as a captain back when Richard and his dad ran the business was new to me. He asked if I was okay, with this... This means the marriage and him. He was a good listener, he let me talk and paid attention. He seemed friendly and polite. Altogether a nice guy but still a stranger. Some part of me hoped this sweet demeanor was not just an act. 

My parents and his mom's brother, ( who first approached my dads with this proposal) were in a hurry to get us married so the wedding was fixed 2 weeks away from the engagement. Wow.  It was too fast, and I was quite stressed as it was. The ceremony would be a gathering for the so-called superiors of the mob world. I would be able to call my best friend Vivienne, that's it. No one else. But what intimidated me was the haste around getting this done, why this rush, were they preparing for something else? The silence and the haste surrounding the engagement and the wedding gave me an eerie sensation, one strong enough to wonder if I was walking into a trap.

Or Maybe I can walk into a fairytale.

I went to bed replaying the conversation we had. It felt comforting, but not enough. I wanted to see him again, talk to him, and dance with him. That night I fell asleep quicker than I expected with a silent smile upon my face and a hopeful warmth filling my soul.

'It's gonna be alright ' I told myself

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

What would a family dinner look like in the 2p FACE household? (featuring a very special guest: Their S/O! This ask is centered for all members of the FACE family.)

I guess it would depend on whose darling came to visit because to be honest, these four couldn’t share. Period.

England’s Darling: If Oliver’s darling was the guest of honor, then you know lots of threats are gonna drop the day before you came. Each one is subtle enough that his brothers aren’t sure who exactly is coming, but they all know that Oliver is expecting them to be on their best behavior.

As the time grows closer, his brothers are going to notice the lack of toxins and potions being added to the food. Instead, the food is free of any suspicion and it makes their stomachs roar.

They wait with bated breath for Oliver to sound the dinner bell and finally tell them who their guest is. Until the doorbell rings. It distracts them for but a moment until they realize it’s their mysterious guest.

François watches from the top of the stairs. Smoking as he leans on the rails as you walk into their warm home. He looks uninterested as he hears Oliver’s cooing. Yet, he knows that this is a good time to mess with Oliver.

Allen and Matt on the other hand were in the living room, ‘debating’ their respective sports when the bell rang. This stopped them for only a moment as their tempers got the better of them. The only thing that paused their battle completely was the knife that almost hit Allen in the face.

Both men were stunned into silence when you walked by. Introducing yourself as Oliver’s lover. The mischievous grins appeared despite Oliver’s hidden glare.

All within the house walked into the kitchen. Each took their seats and served themselves from the feast Oliver prepared. It was silent until Allen started to ask if you knew about Oliver’s embarrassing moment. Before Oliver could attempt to strike it down, Matt joined in. Then François.

By night’s end, they all were enjoying the night. Teasing each other and overall being warm. Though once you’ve left, Oliver plans on getting even with his brothers. Maybe starting with causing havoc with their stomachs.

Canada’s Darling: Matt would have attempted to talk you out of coming to dinner. He wouldn’t want to risk you getting hurt by any of his brothers. Sadly enough, he failed.

Matt is going to prepare everything ahead of time. Every and all of Oliver’s poisons are hidden and locked up. François’s alcohol is limited, and Allen’s bat is hidden. Though each of these actions risks upsetting his brothers, Matt feels obligated to do so to protect his maple.

If confronted about his actions, it will more than likely happen while he’s making dinner. The three will gang up on him and demand that he undoes all he’s done. This leads to a screaming match that is only silenced when the doorbell rings.

Matt snaps at them all to sit down as he goes to the door. Curiously his brothers follow the order, while they listen to his faint voice.

When he returns with you on his arm, all hell breaks loose. Allen’s gonna do a lot of teasing and ask lots of weird and personal questions. François will shamelessly stare for a minute or two before he decides to indulge in the free food. Oliver chose to gently prod for personal information while hinting at some of Matt’s deadlier habits.

In the end, the dinner goes well. The family uses personal questions as a way to get back at Matt. You get a full belly and the chance to bond with Matt’s family.

America’s Darling: When you finally ask to meet Allen’s family, he’s gonna hesitate. You are his darling and he’s sure it's not the safest place for you.

It would take a while for Allen to finally agree, but when he does he lays down some conditions. Firstly, you’ll stick close to him. Second, you’ll eat only the things he puts on your plate. Third, if he tells you to run, you run.

The day of, Allen watches his brothers’ movement like a hawk. He drops no hint that you are coming over, but instead just asks Oliver to make more food. His excuse is that he’ll have a long day. Oliver being curious complies.

As the night grows darker, the family prepares to sit around the table. The family notices a bench in place of one of the chairs and an extra plate set for someone. That’s when the doorbell rings. All but Allen shares confused looks. He gets up and jogs to the door.

The family listens as Allen greets someone. They hear your voice and that leaves them more confused.

It’s not long before Allen appears with you. You smile and wave as Allen introduces you.

Matt and François tag team to subtly tease and gain information from you about the relationship. When they get enough, the teasing is taken up to a point where Allen can’t take it.

You watch, not too shocked, as Allen and two of his brothers start fighting. Their yells and fists weren’t something you expected tonight, but Allen’s hothead nature always made it a possibility.

While the trio fight, Oliver slinks in to interrogate you. It starts out with gentle questions then slowly gets more personal. Allen, being the attentive boyfriend, jumps in before Oliver can get too much from you.

The night ends in chaos. Though, Allen makes sure that you get one more kiss before you go.

France’s Darling: François will tell you no. There is no way in this life or the next that he would allow you to meet his family. Though you are stubborn and kept prodding him to agree.

Over the course of a couple of months, he finally agrees. Though François chose to go to a restaurant instead of having it at home. The restaurant would lessen Oliver’s chances of poisoning and would force Matt and Allen to behave.

He tells his brothers to meet him at the restaurant. François tells his brothers that they are meeting a client of his, so bring their wallets and behavior well.

Imagine their surprise when you introduce yourself as his lover. Instead of the yells of shock, they look dumbfounded. You can tell that Allen and Matt are waiting for the moment that they can finally question their older brother. Oliver hides his annoyance with François behind a smile.

The worse thing François has to endure is calm teasing and questioning from all his brothers. His dinner was and is the calmest.

A Regular Dinner: A dinner normal dinner between the family is usually pretty calm. They sit mostly in silence with the only sound being the cutlery scraping the plates.

Occasionally Oliver will start a conversation, but each one is short.

If there is a rough day or contention exists between the brothers, then a fight may break out. One of them drops a comment and the next thing everyone knows is that food is scattered and fists are flying.

[awyeahitsninokunitime]

@kingoftheladybugs, here’s your (very) late Ni No Kuni Secret Santa gift! Or, if you prefer, an early New Year’s gift. I apologize for the lateness! This one’s a (mostly) fluffy short fic about Oliver and the gang having an impromptu camp-out after going on a ride on Tengri. This fic will be crossposted to AO3, and I’ll link that here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43932111

Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors that might be in this fic, or let me know so I can correct them. I hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

The sky was a bright, brilliant gold and lavender near the setting sun on the mountainous horizon. It was almost evening in the Barrens, and Tengri was hovering low above the treeline. No matter how excited all of them were, and how eager Tengri seemed to be to fly once more, even dragons were mortal, and all animals eventually tired. Oliver and his friends had spent the past few hours flying around the mountains of the Summerlands, exploring little hidden places they’d never even seen before, caught up in the thrill of flight. Now, they were all beginning to notice the aches in their muscles and tired eyes as Tengri flapped his great purple wings and slowly let himself down into a small clearing, hitting the ground with a surprisingly gentle thud.

“I guess even dragons have limits, huh?” Esther said, hopping off of Tengri’s back and patting his neck.

“Well,” Swaine grunted, “Dragons are animals too. Everyone gets tired eventually.”

Oliver giggled. “Tengri’s probably just tired because it's been a while since he’s flown. I bet Denny would be tired back in Motorville if he ran as much as Tengri flew today.”

Oliver’s friends nodded and hummed in agreement. They set to work unstrapping their bedrolls from Tengri’s sides - Oliver thought for sure he could carry it all in his bag, but Kublai’s crew had insisted. It turned out that the Sky Pirates weren’t so mean after all.

“What are you smiling at?” Drippy bounced up next to him. Oliver giggled bashfully.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about Kublai’s crew. They sure were nice to give us this gear, huh?”

Swaine scoffed, “Aw, sure, and he definitely won’t ask for anything in return for using his dragon, either.”

“That’s a problem for tomorrow. And tomorrow, we’d better get to thinking about those stones. It can’t be too far a flight to the Solitary Isle on Tengri’s wings,” Esther stroked Tengri’s neck again and he nuzzled her back. “Tonight, I think it’s time for dinner and bed.”

Everybody cringed a little at that (except for Tengri, of course). Lunch earlier that day had turned out to be jerky strips sandwiched between the stale white bread in Oliver’s bag. Anything tastes better with friends, that was Oliver’s philosophy. Still, he had to admit it was a little less than gourmet. As dusk fell further over the tops of the trees, Oliver made a little fire out of a fallen tree’s branches; maybe not enough to last the whole night, but they weren’t going to stay up the whole night, were they? 

Being a wizard sure was useful, he thought. He didn’t need to bother with matches when he could summon a flame from the tip of his wand just like that! It was bright and warm and caught right away. Even Swaine looked begrudgingly impressed. The first time, anyway.

Oliver had brought out a few less stale provisions from his bag to share and was in the process of dividing his bread, yogurt, and old produce among the four of them (and if he ate half a carrot in the meantime, nobody would really notice). Beside him, Esther was watching the warm fire and Swaine was fiddling with something in his own bag while Tengri curled up around them like a living wall. 

“Oliver?” Esther said. “Mm?” Oliver mumbled through a mouthful of carrot.

“About your world - how come the people from your world can’t see us, but we can all see you?”

Oliver opened his mouth, then closed it. Why was that so?

Swaine shrugged. “Well, I say if it’s not getting us into trouble, best leave it be. No need to poke our noses where they don’t belong.”

“But she’s right! You all shouldn’t be able to see me, should you?” Oliver mused, “And why am I able to use magic when nobody in my world can even see it?”

Drippy rolled his eyes and bounced down from Tengri’s saddle. “Is there something wrong with your memory? Do we need to find a doctor and get you checked? It’s because you’re the pure hearted one, of course!”

Oliver chewed thoughtfully. “Right, but I still wonder why. I was able to free you from your curse, Mr. Drippy, but I don’t know any spells that could do that. I didn’t even know magic was real back then.”

“Do I have to say it every other minute now? You’re the pure hearted one, that’s how you lifted my curse! Besides, not all magic does what wizards tell it to do, ain’t it.” Drippy’s lantern jangled as he spoke. “Now if you wanted moral support from your sidekick, a little reminder of your savior-ness, you could have just asked!”

Now Oliver was tempted to roll his eyes. “That’s not it, Mr. Drippy! But thank you, anyway.” Drippy huffed and reached for a bite of his carrot.

From across the fire, Swaine sighed. “How about instead of fighting over scraps, you two give me your bag so I can actually make us something proper to eat?”

“Something proper? Since when did you know how to cook?” Esther teasingly waggled a half eaten babana at him. 

Swaine looked at her, then at the pot in his hands, then at the sky.

“You do know!”

“Listen, I couldn’t exactly be eating at restaurants all these years, could I?” Swaine hissed. “Well, Swaine, I think that’s a really useful thing to know. It’s not a bad thing,” Oliver tried to placate the two, but there was no need.

“Obviously it isn’t. Who do you take me for?” Swaine made to snatch at Oliver’s bag, “Now give me that.”

Esther clicked her tongue. “So you can steal our provisions?”

“So what if I did? You don’t need everything in there.”

Oliver frowned. “You know we share everything now, you two.”

Both Esther and Swaine grumbled at the same time. And ultimately, Swaine did get the bag, since Oliver wasn’t too good at cooking himself. He had always relied on mom for that.

The very thought left Oliver feeling suddenly bereft. It was tough to enjoy the night while thinking of his mother. She should be here with him. Or he shouldn’t be here at all, more like. Oliver remembered a vague promise his mother had made a long time ago, that maybe someday she would take him camping on a vacation. There was nothing like the stars on a clear night, she had sighed. It was amazing. Magical.

If only he had enough magic to save her.

“Ollie-boy, you’ve got that mopey look on your face again.” “Is everything alright?”

Oliver blinked the spots out of his eyes from staring straight into the fire. He hadn’t even realized he’d been zoning out.

Above the fire, Esther and Drippy were looking at him, concern clear on their faces. Swaine’s, too, no matter how he tried to hide it. Oliver sighed, meaning to defuse the tension, but even he could hear how unhappy it sounded.

“I was just thinking about mom.”

The mood around the fire became something more grim then.

“Oh, Oliver,” Esther put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Don’t be so glum. As soon as we find Mornstar’s stones, it won’t be long before we find Shadar and free Alicia,” Swaine stirred the pot of stew roughly.

Oliver sighed again. “I sure hope so.”

“Come on, have a little faith in yourself, pure-hearted one! You really should have asked me earlier about this motivation thing, mun…” Drippy pouted. Esther reached out to pat his head, but he ducked away at the last second.

“You know, Oliver, I was wondering something about your world too. I wonder where my soulmate is - if I have one, anyway.” It was clear that Swaine was trying to shift the conversation away from Oliver’s mother, and he wanted to be thankful for it. He really did. But every moment not thinking about her, moving towards freeing her - was it all time wasted, in the end?

Oliver shook his thoughts away. Thinking like that was no use either. He replied, “I’m sure you have a soulmate, Swaine. Everyone does.”

“We didn’t see him in Motorville, though.”

“Motorville’s a big city,” Oliver rebuked, “I only know my neighborhood. It’s kind of a miracle that I know so many soulmates of the people I’ve met here.”

Esther nodded. “Now that I think about it, if Oliver didn’t know Myrtle, maybe I would still be broken-hearted. Imagine if my soulmate lived halfway across the world from you.”

“Or halfway across Motorville, if it’s so huge,” Swaine snorted.

“Hey, it’s true! I’m not lying! There are almost two million people living in Motorville!”

Esther’s eyes looked wide enough to pop out of her head and Swaine’s mouth fell open. “Really?”

“Really! It’s true. At least, that’s what the census in the papers said.”

“Goodness.”

“Anyways, we don’t have technology that’s nearly as fast as a dragon in my world. We don’t have anything like cloudsweepers, either. Anything that can fly, anyway - they kind of look like scooters,” Oliver smiled again just thinking about it, “Phil would love them.”

“Phil?”

“Just a friend of mine. I wonder how he’s doing. Next time I got to Motorville, I ought to pay him a visit,” Oliver sighed for the third time. He wondered how Phil was doing. He had tried to visit him before he left for Ni No Kuni, but Oliver had been too down. Although, down was perhaps a bad word - drowning, more like, in his grief. He knew Phil had a sprained ankle. He hoped it wasn’t bothering him too much.

“Hello, anyone in there?” Swaine called. 

Oliver snapped up - “Yes, Swaine!”

“You don’t need to be so familiar,” he scoffed, “Chef Swaine is just fine. In any case, dinner is ready.”

“Oh, wow!” Esther peered down into the pot, “That looks fantastic!”

“It smells great, Swaine,” Oliver added.

“Of course it does. I wouldn’t trust any of you children to cook something better.”

Esther let out an exaggerated gasp. “How can you say that?”

“With my mouth.”

Esther rolled her eyes but decided to concede, instead placing her coffee pot on the fire while Swaine ladled out soup. He clearly traveled prepared - the meal kit came with little tin cups, bowls, and spoons.

“Did you always have this stuff hanging around in your pockets?” Esther teased.

“Did you always have that coffee pot with you? Speaking of,” Swaie poked Esther in the arm. “What are you doing?”

“Improving our coffee,” Esther answered. “Say, Oliver, would you hand me those iced coffees of yours?”

“She always does this when we can’t find hot coffee nearby,” Oliver explained as he passed Esther three bottles, “She says coffee is better when its hot.”

“That’s how we serve it in Al-Mamoon. I’d brew it from beans or grounds with spices if I had them on hand, and have it with a babana split - or even fresh babanas, but i suppose overripe ones are still better than nothing.” Esther mixed the coffee gently with her stirring spoon.

“Wait, Oliver, you just drink your coffee cold?” Swaine was the one with the wide eyes now.

“How else are you supposed to drink it? It’s always cold after being in my bag for a little, isn’t it?”

Swaine gaped. “Yes, but you don’t seriously think that drinking it lukewarm is right, do you?”

Esther scoffed. “Oh, don’t bother. Oliver doesn’t have a taste for this sort of thing. I don’t understand why, which is why we have to teach him the right way. I’ve been trying, but it’s hard for older sisters on the road, sadly.”

“Right. At least now you have me to help.”

Oliver couldn’t help the blush that lit up his cheeks. “You think of me as your brother? Gee, really?”

“Oh, don’t think you’re getting out of this that easily. I don’t know how the people in your world do it, but outside of battle, coffee is to be drunk only while hot under my roof,” Swaine said.

“And,” Esther waggled the stirring spoon at Oliver, “When we complete Mornstar, defeat Shadar, and rescue Alicia, I’ll take us all to get some real Mamooni coffee - my treat.”

Oliver wondered why they were both so insistent on hot coffee. It made no difference to him - energy was energy, and he needed it for his spells. Ever since he had taken up wizardry he understood why Rusty and Miss Laila often carried a mug of the stuff with them to work, and why it was usually his mom’s first drink in the morning. Still, he wouldn’t argue too much. Or maybe he would, if it got Esther and Swaine to finally stop fighting and agree on something for a change. He accepted the offered coffee gratefully and sipped it contentedly in between spoonfuls of soup. 

Oliver’s mother wasn’t saved yet, but if what Esther and Swaine said were true, he had gained a bigger family, and that made him happy enough tonight. He was always a little lonely at home, after all.

Soon the three of them were finished with their food and the fire was burning low. Swaine took all the tin and silverware and stuffed it into his bag (did he never wash that stuff, or was he just tired, Oliver wondered with a chuckle) while Esther dragged their bags closer to Tengri, with Oliver’s between her’s and Swaine’s. She herself cuddled up against the dragon’s flank while Oliver neatly tucked himself in and Swaine practically crashed into bed.

The fire burned lower. Soon, it would be barely embers.

“I’ll be thinking of Myrtle tonight,” Esther’s murmured voice still rang clear in Oliver’s ears. “I hope she sleeps well, too.”

Swaine grunted something that sounded like agreement and turned over, but said no more.

Oliver couldn’t sleep.

Mr. Drippy had tucked himself into Oliver’s arms like he usually did, and normally his weight would soothe him, just like he did when he was a stuffed doll, but tonight must have been an exception. He did everything he usually did - tried to clear his mind, breathe deeply, imagine someplace happy and warm (though tonight he didn’t have to imagine, with his friends by his side). Still, he felt restless and twitchy, his hands running up and down Drippy’s head and legs sliding over each over under the bedroll.

Speaking of whom, Drippy stirred slightly in Oliver’s arms.

“Oi, keep the petting to a minimum, would you? I need my sleep too, mun.”

“Mr. Drippy?”

He cocked his lantern-nose up. “Yeah, mun? Something bothering you?”

“Did Alicia ever have children?”

Even in the low light, Oliver could tell Drippy looked taken aback. “No, not that I know of - she went to face Shadar and got snared, then I was cursed and here we are now. Not much time in between that to go and have littlies, ain’t it?”

Oliver tipped his head back. “You’re right.”

“‘Course I’m right. Right back to sleep. You too, Ollie-boy, and don’t bother me any more.”

Drippy was out like a light, and Oliver was left alone with his thoughts again.

No children. That didn’t seem right, somehow.

Oliver gazed up at the stars. They were perfect. Out in the Barrens, they were as far from any city as they could be while still being on land. Even the pirates’ hideout was far away enough to not shine any light out here. They were all alone, and Oliver had never felt more like it.

He wasn’t worried about danger. He had his spells, Swaine his gun and Esther her familiars, and Tengri alone was fearsome enough to scare any stray animals away from their little camp. But he still felt cold looking at the night sky.

Did he have a soulmate in this world? He must have one, or he wouldn’t be alive now. Where was his soulmate? Alicia didn’t have children, so perhaps his soulmate still had his parents. But what if he was wrong? What if there was a child somewhere out in this wide world who lost their mother just like he did? Another orphan. Another child grieving, and can’t do anything about it, because they don’t know how. Another child just like him.

 Oliver was reminded suddenly of the broken-hearted people he had met and helped. It was like losing a loved one, wasn’t it? He remembered how terribly despondent Rashaad had been, staring at a broken-hearted Esther with naked despair. At least, Oliver was able to bring her back for him. And he would bring his mother back, and Alicia too, and if his soulmate was out there, suffering like they had, maybe by helping himself, and even if not, he would surely help him too.

Oliver drifted off to sleep at last, peaceful and assured once more, wondering if he’d meet his soulmate soon.

[diavolosthots]

Could you make a fic about Diavolo finding out that his mc is being bullied for not being good enough for the future King?

We all know MC would get the hell bullied out of them by several demons

Warning: mentions of bullying

Unworthy (DIAVOLO X GN!READER)

Coming to the Devildom, you would’ve never imagined all the fascinating things it would bring you. After all, hell is supposed to be this dark and unforgiving place, is it not? Yet, when you arrived you were greeted with somewhat open arms. A little mistrusting, and a hell of a lot chaotic, but not as badly as you would have imagined it. Things, for the most part, went smoothly, and even Belphegor grew on you at some point. Of course, what would this story be without some classic romance? The Demon Lord took particular interest in you and you found yourself being intrigued by him too. Seriously, the man is attractive, intelligent, and has a sense of humor; it’s an overall win! Still, there was a lot that came with being close to him. Even as just a friend, you were challenged on the daily for ulterior motives or any regime you might lead against him. As his lover, all of that became worse. But none of that mattered to you, or really made you think twice about him. You always came out on top, truthful and honest, and never proved a threat to the future King. In a way, Barbatos had even praised you for it, although discreetly. It felt good to be wanted and it felt even better to be wanted by him, that’s why you didn’t really have much of a problem to prove yourself pretty much on the daily. 

But proving yourself didn’t just mean you had to prove yourself to him and his immediate circle, did it? Demons were jealous beings, rageful demons… the seven avatars shone in every sinful creature that walked the Devildom grounds and some of them shone out more than others. You weren’t a favorite by default, being human and all, but having managed to “suck your way up to the Demon Lord”, per the citizens of the Devildom, had you on a whole new hate list. Diavolo was, per unspoken rule of, once again, the citizens, off limits for anyone. Many have tried and all of them have failed to come close to him. Barbatos had been the main cause of that because the loyal servant seemed to think no one was good enough for his Lord, but if by some miracle, someone did manage to get past Barbatos, it was Diavolo they had to worry about. The Prince was picky, always has been, in everything he does and in everyone he takes. Even being courtesan to the future King proved more than difficult, and yet, somehow, someway, a measly human managed to snuggle up to him. 

Needless to say, you really grabbed the short end of the stick. Thankfully, you were at the House of Lamentation for most of your time outside of RAD, so the bullying and accusations were limited to school hours, but you would be lying if you said they didn’t take a toll on you. Hearing things like, “pathetic, useless human” or “Spineless cocksucker” or “dick kissing attention whore” took its toll on you mentally. Of course, the abuse never stayed verbal, did it? If none of the brothers were around to protect you, which thankfully rarely ever happened, people are quick to get physical, too. Being shoved into walls, robbed of any money you had on you, or even being dunked into the toilets are all not new tricks to you. As much as life in the Devildom was glorious, it was also frightful. Naturally, as most people would, you tried to keep these things to yourself, maybe cry in the shower or in the middle of the night when you were sure everyone else was asleep. 

Today, you couldn’t hide it though. You were supposed to meet Diavolo right after classes were done, but sadly, one succubus decided to gang up with a few incubi and throw you, yes literally throw you, down the steps at RAD. Nothing terrible happened, but you twisted your ankle and bruised both elbows when you landed. If that wasn’t enough, they of course had to throw some words at you as well. “He’s just looking for new meat.” “You’re nothing more than a cockwarmer.” “You don’t think Lord Diavolo actually wants you, do you? You’re an easy slut with no sense of self worth.” You cried, of course, and couldn’t wipe the tears quick enough before Barbatos came to pick you up. His usual smile faltered and before he even asked what happened, he went to get Diavolo. “I’ll tell My Lord immediately.” For obvious reasons, that’s the last thing you wanted, but Barbatos was already gone before you had the chance to stop him. You curled up on one of the steps, pulling your knees up to rest your head against, one hand rubbing over your twisted ankle while your face rubbed against your knees to collect the tears, “What ever did I do….” that’s the thing though, you really didn’t do anything. 

“(Y/N)!” Diavolo was quick behind you, racing down the steps to get to you and immediately dropping to his knees to inspect your ankle, grimacing when you pulled it back because the pressure he put on it hurt, “Get some ice Barbatos.” “Yes, My Lord.” You couldn’t look at him, feeling pathetic that a few bullies got to you and actually managed to somewhat break you. “Talk to me (Y/N). What happened?” He tried to lift your head, cradling your face in his hands but you turned away from him, not wanting him to see your tears, which broke his heart. His arms wrapped around you gently, pulling you into his chest while letting himself fall back on his butt so both of you could be more comfortable. You shook your head against his chest, watching as the tears got soaked into his red RAD uniform, which made you feel worse. “They hate me…” the sentence came out in sobs, making Diavolo’s arms only tighten around you, “Who hates you?” 

His head rested on top of yours, anger and sadness boiling beneath his skin. Anger because who dares touch you? Who dares mess with the Prince’s lover? Sadness because he feels like he can’t do anything unless you tell him. His head lifts when Barbatos comes back with the ice pack, taking it from him and then shifting a bit, “I’m putting this on your ankle, alright?” He waits for you to nod before placing it gently against your ankle, which had started to swell already, “who hates you, (Y/N)?” You gripped his coat tightly, hiding your face further in his chest, “Your people…” 

You told him everything, albeit in between sobs and heavy breathing. He listened, making sure to keep the ice back on your ankle, although it almost broke a few times from how hard he was gripping it. Honestly, he can’t believe anyone would have the guts to touch you while you’re under his care and supervision, but especially because you’re his. Have they forgotten whom they’re messing with? This could easily end in a death sentence for all of them, and from a quick glance at Barbatos, Diavolo knew that his servant was thinking the same thing. “You’re coming with me, (Y/N). Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You let him pick you up, bridal style, and carry you through the never ending RAD hallways until the outside of the Devildom hit your skin. He walked, all the way back to the castle, with you in his arms, and something about that made you feel at ease. He didn’t push anything else, he didn’t even try to make it better, although he did make it better by just holding you. 

“Why am I here?” You couldn’t help but wonder, though, why he did bring you back to his castle. After all, you lived back with the brothers, but his next words had your heart flutter and a soft smile spread across your lips, “because you’re staying with me, by my side, where you belong.”

[3laxx]

Maternal Feelings

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

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Eda meets her newborn grandddaughter for the first time.

I don't know man I'm just chucking out words rn like I'm running from something.

But I had this thought of Eda meeting a very small child and my stupid brain was like "We can do that instead of sleeping" xD

So yeah, have this incredibly fluffy oneshot about Eda coming to terms with her Momma feelings and adjusting to being a grandma.

I just really wanted Eda to get emotional over a baby

Don't even ask Idk

Have fun reading! <3

Ao3 / FF.net

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Eda had never been the most maternal.

Not in her youth, not when she had found King, and not when she had sort of adopted and sheltered Luz until she had graduated and been able to stand on her own two feet.

Not when King had taken her name and not when Amity had asked her for Luz’s hand, which had in truth just been a mockery of her parents’ traditions and had given Eda nothing more than an excuse to drink some apple blood with her future daughter-in-law.

Of course, she had seen Luz as a daughter at some point, had called herself her mother, had cared for her.

She had made their meals, had helped Luz with the homework – even if that had disgusted her – she had taught Luz and King everything she knew, she had tucked King in, cared for Luz when she had gotten sick or sad. She had of course done everything in her power to make sure her kids were content and happy.

That didn’t mean she had felt as though she was a mother. She had liked pretending to be the sort of crazy aunt, in charge of all the bad decisions.

But she had never seen herself as maternal.

Well, she supposed that came from not really setting any rules. When she had been younger, she had always been under the impression that mothers had to set rules, educate their children, and raise them. She had never really raised King or Luz.

She had just sort of made them laugh, given them food, and then they hadn’t left anymore. Like the free-loaders they were. Kind of like pests, actually.

It had always made them laugh if she had called them that. It had made her laugh.

Because she loved them, of course. She didn’t know love alone could turn her, the irresponsible, free-spirited wild witch a mother.

She supposed she had been a mother for King and Luz. Without setting rules, without all the raising stuff. She supposed her kids had turned her the littlest bit maternal.

Was it normal for friends to stay up at night and change the cold applications on Luz’s forehead in the hopes of bringing her fever down? Was it called caring and loving when she went out of her way to get King’s favorite toy, to get Luz the food she could actually digest, to make sure King was free of fleas and bathed and tucked in at night?

Did it make her a mother if she risked her own life to ensure they could lead a happy life?

Eda never knew the line between loving, as friends, and maternal.

Raine had started calling her out on her maternal feelings once she got the littlest bit protective of Luz.

Well, it wasn’t her fault that everything made her jump after Belos had almost – had, in fact – killed Luz on the day of unity. It wasn’t her fault that she woke up at night in a cold sweat, rushing to check on her daughter in the room next to hers sleeping peacefully, only to return to a sleepy Raine dazedly grinning at her with a smug, shit-eating expression of “Told you so”.

Every time, they would roll over their mattress in her nest and wrap an arm around her waist and tell her she was such a sweet mother.

Well, she was. She was the Momma of the Owl House.

But maternal?

Eda supposed she was.

After all, even if friends would do the same as her, a mother would make sure everything stayed safe and protected in her house. Making sure there was food on the table that Luz could eat. Making sure King was feeling loved, despite having discovered his past.

Making sure Luz had all her school materials, spending money on icky, stupid books. Giving her an allowance. Keeping her and King safe.

Well, Eda had never really tried finding a definition for maternal. All the love she had gained for King and Luz had just been that to her – love. And it had been enough.

She had loved calling herself Momma and had loved treating Luz like her daughter and King like her son, and she had loved calling them her kids. She just supposed the word itself – maternal – didn’t exactly describe what she was. She, herself, as Eda the Owl Lady, the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, an agent of chaos and the most daring criminal history had ever seen.

She had just assumed a mother wouldn’t call herself these titles.

Seemed like her view of a mother had been wrong.

Any person could be a mother, a parent, a father, or anything remotely close to this. And she supposed, caring for Luz and King, taking them in, giving them food, kind of did make her a maternal person, while never losing her pride as a criminal and generally irresponsible person.

A mother.

Well, whatever a mother was, or whatever maternal feelings were, or whatever she defined herself at and whatever she did for Luz and King.

Here she found herself, fidgeting next to her spouse, her excited teenage son in tow who was already towering over her height, in front of the healer’s coven building.

Whatever a mother was, she would probably feel that way. Well, Camila – Luz’s other mother – next to her other side was buzzing in excitement just as much as she was. The two women exchanged a glance before Camila gave her a small smile and she felt Raine taking her hand.

King gave a groan when he finally placed his claws on Eda’s and Camila’s shoulders and pushed them up the three steps into the main entrance, rolling his eyes.

After Belos had been taken down – after he had actually very much killed Luz, Eda had just brought her back to life – Luz and her friends had taken on graduation while the Boiling Isles had experienced a change in the government. Covens were no longer used to steal or limit magic. Instead, they had been used as a way to form a working parliament, with an elected group of government heads. After the gang had graduated, Luz had worked towards getting a way back home while helping establish a stable government form from the makeshift temporary one they had managed to create after Belos’ defeat. Luz had actually helped them quite a bit by telling of experiences made in the human realm, where politics were apparently a lot more twisted than here on the Isles.

Eda and Lilith had been elected as part of the group forming the government, even if Eda had dropped out after one or two periods, while her sister had taken charge like it had been the most natural thing for her.

Discovering that politics hadn’t really been up to her alley – she was way more interested in rebellions than anything else – she had begun building a legal business since she didn’t have to fear being captured anymore. It had gone pretty well.

Raine had started working in the government as well as Amity, while Luz had started working to mastering all forms of glyphs she could find, admitting her studies to the academics, and shortly after, had been offered to become a teacher at Hexside by Bump to teach magicless witches and demons glyph magic.

After traveling the Isles and working on her studies, Luz had accepted and finally settled down with Amity. It really hadn’t been a surprise to Eda when Amity had come to her and Raine with a ring and asked them to marry Eda’s daughter.

After already asking Camila that is.

Eda faintly felt King pushing her into the cool building that smelled like disinfectant – a nifty cleaning drug from the human realm that Luz had introduced them to – before hearing herself asking the receptionist where the room of the Noceda-Blights was.

A kind of bored-looking demon sighed and looked the room number up in the list, before pointing them in the direction. Again, Eda’s feet felt like they had been planted into the tiles below her.

Only after Raine gave her a light push, she moved again.

So, the world now had some sort of order. Nobody was forced into covens anymore, and the coven seals had been removed, setting the magic free again.

Raine and she had married shortly after her daughter had accepted Amity’s proposal, and now, ten years after Luz had first set foot on the Boiling Isles chasing after her book, Eda found herself feeling more maternal than ever. Whatever that meant.

Her hands were fidgety, and not even Raine’s steadying grip could calm her. Camila tried not to look around too much, even after so many years of knowing the Boiling Isles and having visited her daughter regularly, she still wasn’t used to all of it.

Stopping in front of their room, Eda tried breathing through. King sighed again, but Raine shot him a glare and he shut up. At least her spouse understood that this was a big step for her. Looking to her side, Camila tried another smile and Eda nodded at her.

“If you want to, you and King can go ahead. I’ll-… I still need a minute.”

More than willing, Camila accepted. She knocked, and upon hearing Luz’s call, she stepped in. Eda shuffled to the side to let King through, so he could duck through the doorframe and maneuver his broad shoulders in without hitting anything. The door closed and Eda breathed through once more, feeling Raine’s grip tightening.

“How do you feel?”

Shooting them a grin, Eda turned, shrugging and trying to play it cool, “Old, honestly.”

Laughing, Raine pulled her aside to the row of chairs and made her sit down.

“No, I mean, how do you feel about Luz and Amity?”, they tried again and Eda sighed, staring at the blank wooden door with the small eighteen next to it.

“… Proud. I’m proud of them for making this commitment.”, looking back to Raine, she added, “And kind of scared. I haven’t really been the most-… Well, involved.”

Unimpressed, Raine lifted an eyebrow.

“… You’re kidding, right?”

Groaning, Eda shrugged again and leaned back, before closing her eyes, resting her head against the wall.

“I-… I never made the commitment they made. King has his father and Luz has her mother. I was more a friend to them than a mom. Sure, I liked seeing myself that way, and they liked seeing themselves as my kids, but-… It was fun having them. King had always been mostly independent and Luz was already a teenager when I met her. I’ve never-… Well, been around-…”

Raine softly placed their hand on Eda’s hands that she had folded in her lap and when she opened her eyes again, the gaze of her spouse was humored.

“Come on, Eda. How hard can it be to be a not-grandmother?”, at the joke, Eda groaned, “It’s not much different to being a not-mom to your kids.”

Grumbling, she got up again before straightening her back and nodding.

“You know what, you’re right. That kid is family now and whoever the hell cares what a mother or a grandmother is.”

A little confused, Raine got up after her and pumped a fist, albeit half-heartedly.

“That’s the spirit?”, they laughed and Eda huffed, before knocking and getting her own call to be let in.

The room was warm and humid. Eda let in Raine and quickly closed the door after them, not to let too much of the warmth escape, before turning back to her daughter.

Luz looked tired when she approached them.

Well, that wasn’t a surprise, given that she and Amity had arrived in the hospital two days ago before their little daughter had been born just this morning in the earliest hours. She had probably been awake all this time to be there for Amity.

Giving Eda a big hug, she nuzzled her face into the crook of her mother’s neck, before deeply breathing out. Eda could tell that Luz had just overcome a big step for herself.

“… I’m glad you’re here…”, she breathed and Eda wrapped her arms around the now-grown woman, tilting her own head into the embrace. The younger witch snuggled close while Raine squeezed past them to join Camila and King around the crib next to Amity’s bed.

Eda tried so hard not to cry.

This was a happy occasion and she would sure as hell not shed a tear about this. Just when she pressed a little kiss to Luz’s head, a tear rolled into her dark curls as well. Well, there went this promise.

“I’m proud of you, kid.”, she whispered and Luz held her tighter, smiling against her neck, “I’m so, so proud of you. If you ever need some help, I’ll do my damn best to provide.”

Sniffling, Luz nodded, before parting from her.

The exhaustion was evident on her face. She wiped her cheek before Eda placed a hand on her shoulder and caught her gaze. They exchanged a silent smile, then she looked up and around her daughter to her future daughter-in-law on the bed, obviously exhausted as well.

Amity gave a small wave, but it was obvious to see she was under the influence of some strong sedatives. That was the logical thing to do, Eda supposed, to keep her from acting protective over her child while all her family and friends wanted to meet the newest family member.

Witches only carried six months until giving birth, before incubating their pup for another three months. Which was why this room was so damn hot.

But upon giving birth, new mothers would also become a lot more protective of their pups than humans would. Luz had been new to all of this and Eda had had to educate her on the reproduction of witches, because Amity had been too busy laughing. Well, Eda had laughed as well, but not as hard as Luz’s fiancé.

Looking back to her daughter, she finally noticed the bandage she was wearing around one hand. Smirking, she gestured to that.

“Don’t tell me your weak nerd arms gave in.”, she joked and Luz huffed, rubbing the bandage with the healing sticker.

“Amity just had to transform her hand into a damn abomination while in labor. Seriously, who even does that? She sliced my hand right in half.”, grumbling, she looked back to her fiancé and gave her a small smile before looking back to Eda, “I almost missed the birth because the healers had to patch me up first. But there won’t even be a scar because they had my hand reattached just a second after it happened.”

Still grinning, Eda punched her shoulder, then Luz leaned closer to her, lowering her voice.

“Just don’t tell Mami. She’d lose her cool.”

Shaking her head and laughing, Eda walked past her.

“I won’t, don’t worry.”, after making her way around the bed, she sat down on the edge and caught Amity’s dazed gaze, taking her hand after permission, “Hey Minty. How’re you feeling?”

“… ’M good.”, the young witch slurred, trying a small smile, before breathing through and looking to the side where she kept her pup in view, “… Tired.”

Eda nodded, cupping her hand with both of hers, before softly patting the back of her hand.

“Lily will be here this afternoon to look after you two. Your siblings are still in Latissa on Government business, they asked me to tell you because they couldn’t get a hold of you. But they’ll be back tomorrow.”

She could tell that was a lot of information for Amity to process so she made a note to tell Luz as well. Leaving the witch to try and observe the room again – probably to make sure it stayed safe for her pup – she turned to the crib now finally.

There she was.

Her tiny granddaughter.

She had a bit lighter skin than Luz and just about Amity’s hair color. And she was so damn tiny.

Eda found herself getting scared, suddenly. This was a really small kid. This was like, a stupidly small child. She would not hold that baby for any number of snails.

Camila seemed a lot more comfortable around the baby, though. She had respected Luz’s wish to leave her in her crib for the time being, so Amity could get used to so many people around her pup so suddenly, but she was already reaching in and brushing the tiny thing over her cheek.

Well, okay, that seemed easy enough. Eda could do that, someday, when the kid was like twelve or something.

King and Luz were talking about something while Raine looked just about as amazed by the small creature as Camila was.

Sensing their amazement and figuring that Raine didn’t exactly have that much experience with children, either, Camila took the hand of Eda’s spouse and guided them down into the crib, brushing their knuckles against the incredibly soft skin of the baby’s cheek.

Amity didn’t even flinch at that. Either the sedatives were really strong or she felt incredibly comfortable with the people in the room. Looking back to the young witch, Eda confirmed the latter. Through half-lidded eyes, Amity was leaning back against the pillow, her other hand that was not held by Eda draped across her belly, while she was calmly watching Camila guiding Raine’s hand against the infant’s cheek.

She wondered how much Amity had actually adopted Luz’s family as her own once her parents had been imprisoned for their crimes against the public.

Judging by her calm reaction, she didn’t mind them being around her and her loved ones in the slightest, even in the now starting incubation period. Finally, Luz leaned around King and reached into the crib to lift her little daughter up and cradling her close to her chest. The baby didn’t even wake up, which made Eda chuckle.

“She’s got your sleeping habits, kid.”

Amity’s hand in hers shook when she started laughing alongside the older witch and Luz flushed in deep red when her mother confirmed.

“Sometimes, not even me shaking her would wake her up to school.”, Camila added and Luz huffed, bopping the infant in her arms.

“You guys are being mean to me in front of my daughter.”, she tried pouting, but King deadpanned.

“In front of your sleeping daughter. She won’t hear any of this.”

They started laughing again while Luz couldn’t suppress a little smile herself while looking down at the infant. When they had all quieted down a little, Luz pressed a soft kiss to her daughter’s forehead, before approaching Camila. Shooting a gaze towards Amity first to ask her permission, she then placed the baby in her mother’s arms and kept her hand cupped on the baby’s head, smiling.

“That’s your abuelita, mija.”, Luz mumbled softly and Eda almost felt her own heart breaking with the light sniffle Camila gave. After all these years of calling Luz her mija, Luz starting to use that label for her own daughter now made the human tear up.

While Camila greeted the little pup, Eda turned back to Amity whose head was softly nicking every time her eyelids fell. She had to be exhausted.

Tugging on her hand, Eda got her attention, then she lightly pushed the crib away to get up and adjust Amity’s pillow for her.

“C’mon, let’s get you lying down. We’ll take care of your pup.”

A sleepy gaze crossed with Eda’s but before Amity could object, the older witch was already adjusting the settings of the mattress to be flat again, before helping Amity lie down on her side.

“You can stay awake for as long as you want, but you should be comfortable with it at least.”, shooting her a grateful gaze, the younger witch yawned, then she adjusted the blanket around her future daughter-in-law and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Don’t worry about your pup, okay? Luz is taking care of her.”

That seemed to soothe Amity. She mumbled a soft “thank you” towards Eda and curled up a little, before continuing to watch the scene before her, the blinking of her eyelids already getting slower.

When Eda turned back to Camila, she discovered that Luz had taken her daughter back already and was safely cradling her before going around the crib and catching Eda’s gaze.

She knew that Luz wanted her to say hi, too.

“Luz, I’m not so sure about holding-”

Chuckling, her daughter adjusted the baby, before taking Eda’s hand.

“You can greet them like this first if you don’t wanna hold her. Or you can sit down if you like.”

Huffing, Eda fidgeted shortly, before rubbing her hands together and breathing through.

“Just, uh-… Sitting would be nice. I’m-… Holding the bat kids was an entirely different thing, you know? They could fly. Your kid can’t fly.”

Luz had to laugh at Eda’s rambling, pulling on her hand, she ushered King out of the chair by the window, before letting her adoptive mother sit down in it. Camila helped out by placing a pillow on Eda’s lap, then she was all set. Luz studied her face again.

“If you’re too nervous, you don’t have to hold her. I can hold her over your lap if you want to.”

Trying to wave her off, Eda forced a laugh.

“Pfft, you can just say you don’t trust me holding a baby, kid.”, she tried to joke around, but Luz just gave her a smile.

“If you feel uncomfortable, you don’t have to. That’s all I’m saying.”

But Eda wanted to. She definitely did kind of want to hold the tiny fragile baby that Luz had made together with her fiancé. Even if she was nervous and a little bit scared and so amazed by how small such a tiny thing could actually be, she did kind of want to hold that baby. Patting the pillow, she finally breathed through, then she opened her arms.

“Okay, I’m ready. Bring it, kid.”

Smirking at her antics, Luz leaned in and kneeled, then she slowly placed the baby in Eda’s arms. It was so tiny. It was so stupidly tiny, it wasn’t even as long as Eda’s forearm. Hiccupping, the older witch instinctively cradled the tiny, tiny infant in her arms and a warm feeling overcame her.

A really warm feeling.

If that was maternal feelings, then Eda swore she was going to be the best dang grandmother she could be for that child.

She brushed over her temple and the baby squirmed slightly. Apparently, she had woken up sometime during Camila holding her and was now kind of fighting against the snug swaddle blanket she was trapped in. Eda didn’t even notice she had tears in her eyes when she already felt the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“Wow… You’re my granddaughter now, hm?”, she asked and that tiny thing yawned, her arms struggling in the swaddle, before softly smacking her incredibly small lips. Eda found herself smiling immediately, “Titan, that’s new.”

Luz’s hands undid the blanket that was wrapped around the baby, then Eda laughed tearily when the infant stretched, her absolutely tiny fists stretching up to her face and rubbing her cheeks. She was apparently waking up and while she knew that incubating infants didn’t open their eyes yet, she found herself wondering what eye color the child would have. Adjusting the baby, she cradled them closer, then she smuggled a finger into the fist and giggled in delight when the baby grabbed it, despite not wanting to open the fist at first.

Looking up to Luz, who was still kneeling in front of her, she managed a smile, her teary expression probably matching the one on her daughter’s face.

“She’s perfect, Luz. But, let’s be honest, you two made a stupidly small baby.”

Laughing under tears, Luz nodded then she brushed over her daughter’s head and pressed a small kiss to her forehead to which the baby responded with a huff.

“Yeah, when I first held her, I was so scared she’d just slip right through my arms. But I think Amity would have killed me if I had so much as stumbled so I concentrated really hard not to let that happen.”

Eda’s gaze shot up from her granddaughter to her future daughter-in-law who was calling from the bed, her words slurred from the sedatives and sleepiness, but still very much poised if needed.

“… You better not drop our child, Luz.”

Raine had to laugh at that and went to soothe the new mother, while Eda turned back to the baby in her arms with a smile.

“Titan she’s small…”

The following few minutes were pretty much filled with tearful giggles and a very excited King who almost knocked the crib over when Luz called him to say hi as well. When Eda and King had calmed down a little, Camila had taken Luz outside for a little mother-daughter walk in the nearby park and King had gone with them for snacks. The older witch got up and carried the baby back to the crib, smiling when she lifted them up to her face. Resting her forehead against theirs, she kept like this for a moment, before stopping in front of the crib.

Amity had fallen asleep by now, even if she was flinching with every littlest sound her daughter made, so Eda looked over to Raine.

“Wanna hold the baby, too?”, she asked and Raine blushed.

“I’d-… I’d rather wait until she’s a little bit older.”, she admitted and Eda nodded before still gesturing her spouse over. Raine got up from the edge of Amity’s bed and joined Eda, putting an arm around her waist while Eda still cradled the baby close, taking care not to jostle her too much.

She yawned again and from the corner of her eyes, Eda saw Amity’s eyes opening, unfocused and probably very much still asleep but still attentive to her daughter. Chuckling, she turned back to Raine.

“Boy, I’m sure glad I only had two adoptive children.”

Shrugging, Raine caught the baby’s fist with their free hand and tickled their tiny fingers, but she wouldn’t open her hand this time.

“I’m sure you would’ve made a great biological mother as well. As you’re already a great adoptive mother, too.”

Shrugging, Eda brushed over her temple again, leaning into Raine.

“Nah, I’m glad I never had a baby. I don’t think I would’ve wanted to go through that.”

“Fair enough.”, Raine whispered, but their tone indicated that they had stopped listening to Eda, engrossed by the child in her arms. She softly kicked, which caused them to chuckle, before she settled back against Eda’s chest, curling in slightly and breathing through, apparently getting ready for her next nap. Raine sighed softly.

“Honestly, I’m glad I never had a baby, too. But having a grandchild is amazing.”

Grinning, Eda kissed their forehead, before carefully maneuvering the baby back into the crib and swaddling them the best she could, watching her breaths deepening and calming as she fell asleep again. Then, Eda pushed the crib next to Amity’s bed, to which the young witch immediately responded by reaching into the crib from the side and resting her hand on her daughter’s belly. Smiling, Eda took Raine into her arms and watched as both her future daughter-in-law and her granddaughter slept peacefully, leaning her head against Raine’s.

“… You’re right this is amazing.”

She already knew that this child would have the two best mothers she could ask for. And she knew that her entire family, including her furry uncle, three grandmothers, and one grandparent, and their twin uncle and aunt would do their damn best to make sure this child had everything she needed.

Smiling, Eda reached down to brush over the baby’s cheek and pulled Raine closer.

Maternal feelings or not, this was amazing.

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[couldyouspeakmyname]

Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means “to be sick,” and the second is deredere, used here for “lovestruck.” A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.

(Remember, Yandere’s are toxic, and while it’s fun to write and read about in fiction, it’s not okay in real life. This is your warning)

I’m so sorry anon! Tumblr deleted my draft about the Yandere!Shishigumi ask. I re-did it and I hope it’s okay!

(Sorry for any errors I wanted to post it before tumblr ate it again ;-;)

-Maeve

Ibuki

How they act around you

Ibuki adores you. How could he not? You’re everything he’s ever wanted in a partner. He can’t let you know that though, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you or scare you off. Instead, he becomes your friend. He’s there for you whenever you need him, no matter what time of night or day. If he’s not available, he sends someone else to help you. He’s always there, spending time with you, that others hardly ever see you without him. 

He’s supportive of all your goals, and wants to do whatever he can to make them happen. 

Over time you’ll find that no one else is as loving and supportive as he is (he makes sure no one else can be). He wants nothing more than to see you happy, with him.

He’ll quickly becomes your shoulder to cry on, the person you rely on. 

He’s your foundation. 

How they act when angry

Ibuki is extremely protective of you. He doesn’t often loose his temper, but when he does it’s when someone's crossed you. You’ll find that rude, or mean, animals you’ve run into have gone away. Usually you find they’ve moved, or transferred jobs/school/ect. Ibuki makes sure you don’t know what really happened to them. He knows you’d be upset if you knew, but it’s really in your best interest. 

He will go into a silent rage when someone tries to take what’s his. Usually they’re harmless strangers he can ignore, but if they try and give you their number, or pursue you further than one interaction, he looses it. Luckily for Ibuki, you don't know them well, so when they go missing you wont be grieving. 

Free

How they act around you

Free adores you, and it’s one of the most obvious things in the world. He’s always hugging you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, and calls you nicknames. He never even asked you out, but everyone assumes you’re an item by how he acts. He never corrects them, and goes as far as to call you his baby when you’re out of earshot. 

Free loves to tease you. Some jokes are at your expense, but nothing is too intense. He thinks you’re adorable when you get flustered, and have extreme reactions. 

He never leaves you without leaving his scent on you. He hangs on you, or has his arms around you in hugs, and a big part of it his him leaving his scent as a silent warning to anyone who comes in close proximity. Animals don’t hit on those that smell like lions. He does it so often you may even become nose blind to it. 

He will go to your home when you’re not there, invite himself in. 

He goes through your stuff, but is sneaky about it. You wont know he’s logged onto your computer, or that he’s gone through your phone. He’s a feline, so he’s very quiet. Breaking and entering is the least of his crimes.

How they act when angry

Free is volatile on a good day, and that’s not even when it’s concerning you. He loves fighting, violence, and it’s a recipe for disaster when something happens.

Don’t fight with Free. He’s hard to fight with, but if you do Free punches holes in walls, breaks things. He would never turns his violence your direction, but anything else? Free game.

That’s not even taking into consideration what happens when other animals hit on you. The few animals that ignore the fact he’s scented you, don’t live long. As soon as they’re alone, Free destroys them. Free doesn’t kill them outright, he wants them to suffer, and by the time he’s done they’re unrecognizable. 

Dolph (credit to @beqstars for the help!)

How they act around you

He spends time with you. At first it’s with a small group of the Shishigumi, then the group dwindles down until it’s just you and him. It starts happening so much, it becomes natural for it to just be Dolph and you

He starts really weaseling his way in by offering to help you around you home, with any extra work you have.

Before you realize it, Dolph is always with you. The few times he’s not, he actually is. 

Dolph is a feline, and despite his size, he moves silently and in the shadows. He keeps track of you, no matter where you are, and no matter where you go. If he’s not there, one of his cohorts usually is. 

Dolph is intimidating, and while you may assure people that he’s not a threat, their instincts are right. He is. All it takes is a look over your shoulder at someone, and that scares most people off.

Dolph does whatever you need him to, and is very supportive of your endeavors. It wouldn’t be above him to make competition for a job disappear, or for the animal to give it up in favor of your promotion. 

Dolph would risk his life for you, without question. He’d also kill for you, without question. He’d never tell you that though. 

How they act when angry

Dolph has a firm grip on his temper, so it takes a lot for him to get mad. You probably could even go out on a date, and he’d control himself (though he’d persuade that you two were no good for one another calmly). 

What would make him loose his temper is if you kissed someone else, or began limiting your time with him because of affection for someone else.

Dolph’s temper is calm, cool, and lethal.

The person who you began dating may ghost you, or move suddenly. The person who kissed you? Dolph sets him up for something horrible, so you don’t grieve the loss of whoever it was. Luckily for you, in your grief, Dolph is there to comfort you. They were scum anyway. He can hold you, don’t worry. 

Agata

How they act around you

Agata is friendly and sweet, if not a bit shy. He likes to be close to you, but never pushes the limit too far. He just likes being in your presence. 

Due to his sweet disposition, no one ever sees him coming. Plus, Agata has a very dark mane, so when he does speak with authority, no one questions him.

Agata will use his gang connections to keep you safe and keep an eye on you

Agata is easy to talk to, and because he’s so easy to talk to, it’s easy for him to find out your secrets. It’s easy for you to let him in, and let him know your thoughts, dreams, and hopes. He supports all of them. 

You two end up talking so much that he just falls into being someone you can’t picture going without. He’s always there when you need him, even when you don’t call him. He just seems to know. 

Is it okay if he holds your hand now?

He’s going to do whatever he has to in order to make sure you’re happy. No matter the cost. 

How they act when angry

Agata doesn’t get easily angry, but when he does, he becomes a totally different lion

Agata is so much stronger than he lets on, or that anyone knows. He can and will smash skulls when someone looks at you wrong. 

He wont let anyone hurt you. It doesn’t matter if they’re putting you at risk physically, emotionally, or financially. Hell, it doesn’t matter if they just cut you off in traffic, Agata can’t let anyone put his special someone at risk. 

Agata wont do it when you’re around, instead he stalks the animal he’s after, and waits until they’re alone. 

It’s very messy, but he has the Shishigumi to help clean up after him. 

Agata hopes you understands how much you mean to him 

Miguel

How they act around you

Miguel is very quiet, and doesn’t talk without purpose. He just kind of creeps into your life. You think maybe you met him when you went on a walk?

On a bad day, he shows up and cooks you dinner. You don’t question the fact you don’t remember telling him where you lived, you’re feeling bad and he’s there to make you feel better. 

He always responds to texts messages, calls, and emails. He never makes you wait very long for a response.

Miguel will support you, no matter your cause

He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world when you talk. You’re the center of his universe, even if he has a hard time expressing it. 

No one tries anything with your big, burley, shadow. 

Miguel is big, but he’s light on his feet. Miguel has a tendency of following you, even when you don’t realize it. 

He will often sneak into your home, especially when you’ve been busy. He picks up. Nothing obvious, but he dusts, just generally wipes things down. 

He does it more at night than in the day. The day most animals don’t try anything, but the worst kinds of animals come out at night. 

How they act when angry

Miguel is a silent killer. He takes out anyone he deems a threat quickly and effectively. 

That being said, he doesn’t kill for you as often as some others may. 

He doesn’t need anyone to get suspicious. He tends to just...discourage anyone from messing with you. 

They’ll find that their cars are wrecked, their homes have been vandalized. He sends a lot of signs that they need to back. off. 

If they visit the black market? Nothing stands against the Shishigumi, and Miguel isn’t above using his position to intimidate anyone who stands in your way. 

When someone hits on you? Miguel is usually in the background, and one look from an angry Miguel sends whoever it is running. If they ignore him? They’re gone. It’s a good thing he knows where sharks are. 

Sabu

How they act around you

Sabu is very quiet, but he may talk more around you (which still isn’t much)

Sabu is the kind of guy that you’re probably not sure how you two ended up friends, but you are.

Sabu is relaxed around you, and he allows himself to let his guard down.

Sabu knows his desires and need to be around you isn’t healthy, but he can’t help it. He only feels normal when he’s around you. You’re his soul mate, he knows it. 

Sabu just kind of...knows how you feel, even when you can’t put it into words. He’s always around and willing to be your shoulder to cry on if you get upset. 

He also will do any repairs to your car or vehicle. He’s also there to fix anything that breaks in your home.

He’s better at expressing himself in text messages than actually talking.

The fact you’re okay with who he is, and how quiet he is makes you so special to him. 

He’d do anything to make sure you’re happy and secure. Anything.

How they act when angry

Sabu rarely looses his temper. He’s one of the few yandere who are self aware. So he has a mental checklist that allows him to pull himself back from the edge.

The rare times Sabu can’t control himself is when someone starts coming after you romantically. How can they make you happy? How could they? 

Sabu has done everything he can to make you happy, would they do that for you?

They just go missing without a trace. No one knows where they went, or what happened to them. It’s a big city, after all.

If it’s someone you know well, Sabu will stage a flawless accident. No one will question it, and he’s there to hold you when you get upset. 

Jinma

How they act around you

Jinma is a little bit odd on the best of days. He initially is a little stiff and awkward, but he relaxes quickly around you as soon as you start talking to him

He likes to talk with you, pick your brain, and hear you talk back. He could spend just...hours talking to you.

Jinma is supportive of you, especially if you have nay urge to pursue academics. He’ll study with you and help you figure things out. 

Jinma spends a lot of free time with you, any time he can have. 

He likes to learn about your hobbies, and wants to try them out with you, even if they’re bad. If you have a hyper fixation? He’s going to learn everything about it, and listen to what you have to say. 

Jinma tends to plan his life around your schedule, which he knows by heart. You’ll find you happen to “bump” into him while you shop or do errands. 

How they act when angry

Jinma doesn’t get angry very often. When he does? He doesn’t just kill the person, he destroys their life from the inside out

Jinma can easily navigate the black Market, the ‘normal’ part of society is no different. Black mail, threats of violence...nothing it too low in order to make you happy.

Jinma only really kills when someone moves in on you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a toxic friend, a rude boss/coworker, Rex forbid someone trying to take you away! Jinma makes quick work of them. He doesn’t even have to do it himself, he uses his connections. 

Dope

How they act around you

Dope talks his way into your life. he just reads your body language. he waits until you’re vulnerable, then swoops in with something to make you smile.

Dope is very easy to get along with. His ability to do negotiations in the Black Market means regular people and society are a cakewalk to navigate

It’s so easy for you to talk to Dope, you probably don’t realize you’ve given as much personal information as you have. 

Dope Is very supportive of you, and does whatever he can to help you reach goals and milestones. 

If you’re a student or need help with a work project, Dope will spend hours with you helping you out. He is very patient, understanding, and will keep you from getting upset or frustrated.

Due to the fact he’s so good at reading others, you wont realize that he’s manipulating you and the animals around you to get you alone more. 

He loves to touch your shoulder, hold your hands, keep you close. He’s distracting you enough that you probably wont notice until ten minutes later that your hand is in his. 

Dope will go through your personal things when you’re not around. He memorizes your passwords, looks in your emails, texts, and messenger accounts. He’s just making sure no one is moving in on you, and that you’re safe. 

How they act when angry

. Dope rarely gets angry, and actually avoids violence if he can. He’d much rather use his words to manipulate others in order to get what he wants

It’s also not above him to use his silver tongue to make someone else life miserable

Dope will use his connections to the Shishigumi to intimidate those that he deems a threat. 

While Dope would rather avoid violence, he’s not above it. If someone gets too close to you, he’ll get rid of them. 

Dope is fond of knives. 

Hino

How they act around you

Hino comes into your life like Prince Charming. 

He probably just comes up and introduces himself to you. 

Hino is in a very delicate situation, where he has to use his looks for his job, and he tells you about it in a way that will gain your sympathy (he wont tell you his exact job, and just allows you to assume)

While he knows his looks are appealing and the way to get your attention, it’s actually very important that you know him. So he shares his secrets with you when you’re alone, and you do the same. How could you say no to that face?

Hino is instantly hooked. 

After a few months he tells you about his insomnia, and that his roommates are noisy. He asks if he can stay with you every now and again so he can nap on your couch. Saying yes, Hino quickly becomes a semi-permanent resident of your home. He’s there when you get off, and greets you with his soft purring voice and a gentle smile. 

Due to the fact he stays with you so often, he’s always there when someone else is. He makes himself a fixture in your life you can’t remove. 

How they act when angry

Hino is actually easily jealous. He’s not as volatile as many of the other yandere’s, but he has his moments.

He trusts you, and has confidence in his own looks and abilities, so he doesn’t mind if the odd animal idiot hits on you. He knows you wont go after them, not when you have him.

If someone hurts you though, or if someone hits on you and makes you smile the smile that should be reserved only for him it’s game over

Hino will loose his temper.

While Hino looks lovely, his body isn’t just for show. He’s actually sizeable and fast. The animals who crossed you and put his relationship with you at risk are going to pay with their lives. 

It’s actually one of the few times Hino allows himself to get really messy

[flirtingwithflextape]

Don't roast me idk their actual tags But the gang is all here, so here's to the 3 crafting dead fans Some details/headcanons I really like under the cut:

ALL ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT THE CCS AK: -He/They, Russian-American and Gay -Bleached hair, Is technically a natural blonde but turned brown with age and after he shaved it all off in his military service he nows lets it all grow out and bleaches it when he can, hoards the bleach and purple shampoo from the stores. -Hearing impaired which happened because of an accident, which eventually left him to leave military service. He doodled on it and painted it to match his mask but it chips off a lot. -Knows ASL and some BSL (British Sign Language) and RSL (Russian Sign Language) which he uses to jokingly insult people -Mask is weathered and needs repainting but he doesn’t like taking it off so he does it rarely -Wears eyeshadow under the mask because it makes his eyes stand out and kinda looks more intimidating, he does sleep in said makeup but reapplies it every morning which shark will sometimes try and make him mess up -Rooms with Shark and sometimes Nick or Ghetto, because of being deaf he is more venerable at night so he is the only one that really needs a roommate to alert him in the night if something happens -Uni caught on to him being in the military earlier on because of the routines and phrases AK says and does. -AK use to babysit Jordan after his service and taught him very limited ASL, if you ask he denies teaching him how to say fuck in ASL -AK is a nickname in the military and he changed it legally sometime during it, his legal name is his fathers and was a jr which just made it easier to change for him. Though some people still call him Junior.

Nick: -He/Him, Trans Male, American and Bi -Mirror twins with Shelby, He is right handed while Shelby is left handed, they also have the same purple-ish birthmark on their calf but his is a bit more visible, Nick is younger of the two and the shorter. -5′5 Short King -Freckles so many -Red head? Brown Hair? No one knows but Nick says it is just a very red brown -He has many skills that usually came from Shelby dragging him into her hobbie phases, some include Piano, Axe Throwing, Golf, Roller Derby and Knitting. -Graduated with a Computer Science degree and studied in Anthropology, He uses his computer knowledge to fix up some of the technology in the apocalypse and very basic electricity based devices. The anthropology part is mostly useless/j   -Knows very little French and Japanese and is learning more from Uni who knows many languages, he also use to ask Cory about them as well -Can bake, CANNOT cook -Workaholic which gets him injured a lot

Ghetto: - He/Him, American and Bi -Had originally brown eyes but after getting bite and the medicine they have a green tint to the whites and have turned mostly green, his hair is just made to match, his teeth are also tinged green -Strong, use to do gym work before the apocalypse and his dad was a survivalist so he has some muscles. -Mom friend, worries a lot about everyone, not the best with words but he is very comforting and no matter how hard he denies that he is soft he melts often  -Doesn’t talk about his past much, he lived alone and worked at nights, that's what most people know -He and Nick narrowly missed each other many times in normal life, they lived very close to each other as well, Ghetto did meet Shelby once but only when he was leaving for work and Shelby was coming home and because it was late and such a short greeting he just doesn’t remember until it was mentioned much later -Ghetto worked with animals and kids periodically and he was planning to graduate with a vet degree but y’know the apocalypse -He just picks up people, usually nick or the smaller people of the groups but if distracted he will pick up anyone. Notible ones include: AK, as he and AK was on outside duty he picked AK up and AK just froze then accepted it. Uni, man just hit in the head for that one yet it still happens a lot. Sky, he did this one on purpose because it was after Barney died and Sky was too sad to move. -Stayed by Nicks side after he got shot, and changed a lot of Nicks bandages and brang food, sometimes even slept there. They were rough weeks.

[tom-holland-parker]

What Baby??

Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

Pairing: Mob!Tom x reader

Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence

Word count: 1453

Masterlist

The day started off so normal. Well as normal as it gets for the Mobster’s girlfriend. The morning was filled with boring meetings that you spent half asleep in your boyfriend's lap. Your head resting on his shoulder as his hand rubbed your thigh as a way to stay calm. But towards the afternoon you were bored with the constant meetings that had nothing to do with you. As the room began to fill up again you got up from Tom’s lap. “What’s wrong love?” He looked up worried

You shook your head bending down to give him a kiss, “I’m going shopping”. He nodded his head in understanding. “Take Harry with you” 

You rolled your eyes at how protective he was but didn’t argue as Harry stood from his spot at the table. After you got changed you met Harry in the garage. He stood by the black range rover waiting for you to get in the passenger side. “Harry when are you gonna let me drive?” 

He looked at you and laughed, “Not after last time, you almost killed us”. You faked a shocked expression, “The speed limit is a suggestion” 

He rolled his eyes and pulled out the driveway. Harry already knew your usual shopping spots considering you and him went shopping together at least once a week. It was fun to be with Harry. He was like the older brother you never had. It also helped that he always knew all the information that Tom didn’t tell you. 

“So Harry” You turned towards him as he stared on the road, “Tom’s been so on edge lately. Any idea why?” 

He glanced at you before looking at the road, “Y/N I love you but I'm not telling you anything”. You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. “Oh come on I just want to help him relax but I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on” 

Harry sighed, “I’m only telling you this because I care about my brother” he stopped at the red light and turned to you. “Tom’s currently fighting with another Mob and they have a history of being extremely violent so he’s just worried for the family” 

You sat in your seat trying to think of something to say. Terrible thoughts entered your head, “Oh”. Now you understood why Tom brushed you off every time you asked him about how stressed he was. “Don’t worry I know Tom he can fix this. I have faith in him” 

Harry chuckled and parked the car. “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. You’re overthinking now” You smiled, “Nothing a little retail therapy can’t fix”. He chuckled as you both got out of the car and walked into the expensive stores. 

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“We need to go out soon because I need an excuse to wear those shoes” You joked as you put the shopping bags in the trunk of the car. 

“Your feet are gonna hurt before the end of the night” Harry joked as he got into the driver side. You sat in the passenger seat fixing your lipgloss as he pulled out the parking spot and began driving home. You rolled your eyes at how slow he drove. “Harry you drive like a grandma, speed up” 

He smirked and glanced at you, “Like this?” The car suddenly sped up. The monitor going from 45 to 90 in a matter of seconds. You were glad there were no cars on the long road. “Faster” You shouted as you turned up the music. He chuckled a sped up a little more, now going 95 mph.

As you got closer to the crowded street you began to wonder why he hadn’t slowed down. Turning to him you saw a look of worry on his face, “Harry slow down” You begged

“I can’t” he shouted repeatedly stomping his foot on the break, “The breaks aren’t working”

Your eyes widened in fear. “Put your seatbelt on” He shouted, still trying to get the car to work correctly. You did as you were told, putting the seat belt on before turning to him, the car began to swerve uncontrollably off the road into the line of trees. You grabbed his hand wanting some sort of comfort as the car hit the tree. 

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Everything around you was blurry and white. It took you a few minutes to realize you were in the hospital only coming to the realization when you tried to move. The IV hurt more every time you tried to move. When you finally sat up your head felt like it was going to explode. You grabbed your glasses from the nightstand by your table hoping they would relieve your headache. 

“Oh thank god you're up” You heard your boyfriend's worried voice fill the room as you turned to look at him. He looked terrible like he hadn’t slept at all. “I was so worried about you” 

He went to pull you in for a hug but stopped realizing you were in pain, “I’ll tell the nurse you’re awake” He rushed out the room returning moments later with the nurse. She checked your IV and grabbed the clipboard by the bed before leaving to get the doctor. 

You turned to Tom, “What happened? How long have I been here?” 

He sat at the edge of the bed, his hand rubbing your shin through the thin blanket. “You’ve been here for a few hours'' he looked at his phone then back at you, “car crashed” 

“What about my shoes?” you joked hoping it would lighten the mood in the room. He chuckled, “only you would think about shoes when your stuck in a hospital bed with a broken leg and a concussion”

You smiled, “They were nice shoes”. He sighed looking at you, “The brakes on the car were cut and that’s why Harry couldn’t stop the car.” 

You sat up pulling the blanket off, “I have to go see Harry” Tom grabbed your arm stopping you from jumping out the bed, “Harry is completely fine the car crashed more on your side so you suffered more damage”

He looked at the door then back at you, “nothing but a broken wrist and a few bruises for him”. You took a deep breath before sitting back into the bed. Tom ran his hands through his hair as tears began to form in his eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you guys” 

You reached to hug him holding his head to your chest. “Don’t worry everything is okay” 

“This is my fault” Tears travelled down his cheeks and he shook his head in shame, “I should’ve been with you” 

“Tom stop” You lifted his head, “Look things like this happen and I know that you’ll make sure they never happen again” You kissed him softly, “I love you”. You wiped his tear away before kissing him again, “I love you too” He whispered holding you closer. You laid in each other's arms for a few minutes before the doctor entered the room. 

“Ah Mrs. Holland” Even though you weren’t married to Tom everyone still called you that, “I'm glad you’re awake”. Tom got up from besides you staring at the doctor. “It seems I have good news and bad” 

He looked at your file before looking between you and Tom. “bad news first” You demanded wanting to get it over with. 

“Well you’re going to be on bedrest for a couple months while you recover”. You sighed knowing that bedrest is going to drive you insane. 

“And the good news?” Tom asked as he grabbed your hand. The doctor smiled, “Your baby is perfectly fine” Your eyes widened in shock. You and Tom looked at each other before slowly looking back at the doctor. “What baby?” You both shouted at the same time

The doctor chuckled nervously, “You’re 3 months pregnant” 

“No no no I can’t be pregnant” You said in disbelief, “I’ve been getting my period and we use condoms plus I'm on birth control” You tried to think of any flaw in his facts. 

“Well there was that one time” Tom said quietly. Your head shot towards him, “What time?” 

“3 months ago, that would’ve been your birthday” Your eyes widened as you remembered how drunk you both were on your birthday. There were no more condoms but you too were too in the moment to care. 

“Omg my god I’m pregnant” You said in shock before reality hit, “OMG IM PREGNANT”

All the pain had temporarily been forgotten as you jumped to hug Tom tears of joy falling down both your faces. The doctor chuckled, “I’ll go tell your family they can see you now”