#yeah i put it into a counter this is 800 words i could have finished my paper by now

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 1 of 25 Days of Christmas: Decorating the House

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 800

Warnings: None, just fluff

Mick didn't know how many boxes he could lug up the stairs. This was his sixth trip already, and there were still about 10 more boxes full of Christmas gifts. "Angel, are you sure we need all this?" Mick asked, his breath coming in short gasps. He was sweating, and it was the end of November in Switzerland. The sight of Mick struggling with the boxes was comical, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "Mick, it's Christmas, of course. We need all the boxes; what kind of question was that?" You ask, wrapped in garland.

"Angel," He sighs and returns to the basement to grab the rest of the boxes. You hum as the first snowfall starts to fall. You climb up the ladder to lay the garland on the fireplace mantel. It was a rather tall fireplace, one of those old-school brick ones, something you can rarely find, but this house in Switzerland was gorgeous, and the fireplace was the main selling point. Mick comes back up with a couple more boxes, and you can't help but giggle.

"I thought you WEC slash, F1 drivers were in perfect shape to drive?" You joke, and Mikc rolls his eyes and pulls you back, making you shriek as he catches you, kissing all over your face. "Please, you learned how in shape I was last night," He teases and slaps your ass gently before going back, making you blush.

"Touche," You yell and hear him giggle down the steps. Rolling your eyes, you climb the ladder and hum as Christmas music fills the house. Mick finishes bringing up more boxes, and you sigh, putting gold, red, and green ornaments throughout the garland. "Looks pretty, Y/n. Are we going traditional this year?" He asks, and you nod as you got a red and pink vibe last year.

"Yeah, figured we could give the old 90s Christmas vibe. What do you think?" You ask, and Mick smiles. "I think it'd be fun, come here," He says, holding his hand up and helping you down the ladder safely. "Want to do separate Christmas trees or one big one?" You ask, staring at your tree boxes. How about we do the outside porch ones and then the main one in the living room" He asks, and you think it over.

"Perfect," you smile, lean up, and kiss him gently, which has him pulling you close by the waist. Mick smiles into the kiss before pulling away. "Alright, we better start before we're doing this all day," Mick says as you nod and move in different directions. The Christmas music turns up as you two start decorating. You both move through the house, boxes and Christmas decorations thrown around.

"It looks like Santa threw up in here," Mick mumbles as he moves around stuff and fixes you two lunch. You sit on the counter watching your pretty husband. "I know, but think about how pretty our house is going to look, Micky," Mick chuckles and turns to steal a kiss as you smile; Mick turns back to making you two chicken salad ceaser wraps, and you swear you could marry him all over again. "I was thinking we hang lights in the house, just not in the Christmas tree," Mick says, licking his fingers before washing them and handing off your wrap.

You bite into it and moan slightly, "Micky, if I could marry you again, I would," you mumble, making him smile. Leaning forward, he steals a kiss, smiling. I'd marry you again as well," he hums and kisses you again as you two eat, watching the fresh snowfall. "What do you want for Christmas?" You ask gently, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I don't really know, kinda have everything already," He hums as Angie comes running in, lying at his feet.

"Come on, you must want something," you whine. What could you get someone who could get anything he wanted? "Actually, there is something I want," He mumbles, unsure how to bring up this conversation, but now was the perfect time. "Yeah, what's that?" You ask gently, taking the last bite of your wrap. "How about we start having kids?" He asks softly, and you smile gently. "Yeah, I'd like that," You smile softly as you turn and stare at all the boxes behind you.

"But before we try for kids, maybe we should finish decorating," you hum, causing Mick to groan softly and want to bang his head on the counter. "We have too many Christmas decorations," He whines, and you can't help but laugh a little. "Please, there is never enough," Mick shoots up, "Y/n, please, don't go shopping and buy more, please, baby," He begs, and you laugh, moving quickly through the house. You were never going to promise that.

[transfemhawkeye]

As a disclaimer, I'd recommend waiting until we have the full chapter to make any definitive statements on it. Something, something, leak culture bad.

With that said, though, I have been thinking for the past half hour or so about Izuku rejecting a partnership offer from Bakugo in Chapter 431, and while I'm adhering to my words above regarding that, I do want to push back on the opinion-- which I've seen a lot of people holding-- that doing so is automatically mischaracterization.

BNHA's story centers around Izuku and Bakugo's dynamic, and we see that dynamic shift in such a profound way over the series. We begin the story with Izuku simultaneously idolizing and fearing a boy who, by all appearances, despises him. Katsuki's a bully and an egotist, but like so many bullies and egotists, the way he's acting is a mask. It's a response to fear, and it's a very conventionally masculine one (that's another post, though). Katsuki's scared of Izuku, because even though Izuku is weak, quirkless, below him, Katsuki always feels like Izuku is above him. He's scared of this feeling, and that becomes anger. So he lashes out, keeps Izuku at arm's length, and it doesn't work, because no matter what he does or says, Izuku worships him. That's a very intentional word choice; there is a sort of religious quality to the two's early dynamic, where Katsuki is this unreachable figure who Izuku simultaneously fears and loves, who represents the apex of strength and power in his eyes. This is, to say the least, an extremely unhealthy relationship dynamic, and one which harms both of them.

It's impossible to talk about Izuku and Bakugo's character arcs independently of each other. I would describe them as two sides of a coin; Izuku's arc fundamentally centers around creation, and Bakugo's around destruction. When Izuku arrives at UA, he defines himself by his worship for All Might and Katsuki. Izuku models his costume and his fighting style after All Might, even using the same names for his moves. Simultaneously, he continues to internalize Bakugo's bullying, doubting himself, continuing to idolize Katsuki even as Katsuki's increasing feeling of inferiority spurs him to ramp up the torment. So Izuku's arc is about gaining independence; it's about creating his own identity, about self reliance. He reclaims the derogatory nickname Katsuki uses for him, develops Shoot Style, changes his costume, and starts standing up to Katsuki. Yes, he still admires Katsuki, still cares for him, but crucially, that admiration no longer comes at the cost of his self-respect. It's because of this change that Bakugo is forced to reckon with the root of his aggression. He spends the majority of the series working towards consciously grasping his feelings of inferiority, and a big part of that is confronting his preconceived notions of strength and weakness, and accepting that he can rely on others without being weak. (Again, so much of Bakugo's arc is tied to overcoming toxic masculinity, and I'll definitely need to write about that sometime, too.) The apology he gives to Izuku at the end of the Dark Hero Arc is one of the series' strongest narrative moments, and its a showcase of so much development-- it's a genuine expression of vulnerability, Bakugo dropping his veneer of superiority, something which would be unconscionable to the Katsuki we meet in chapter 1. That Izuku doesn't immediately accept and try to assuage Katsuki's guilt speaks to the development he's undergone, too. Izuku learns to rely on himself, while Bakugo learns to rely on others.

So, after these arcs, with Izuku finally repowered, Bakugo asks him: "Will you join my agency as my partner?" This is the natural conclusion of Bakugo's arc: it shows that he sees Izuku as an equal and he's prepared to rely on him as a partner. And yet, Izuku turns him down. I understand why people would be upset about that, and if he did accept the offer, I wouldn't have a problem with it. But at the same time, we've just talked about how Izuku's story has centered around gaining independence from his idols. At some level, Bakugo is asking Izuku to go back to defining himself by their relationship, and even though it's in a far more equitable way than the hero worship which used to describe their dynamic, it's completely reasonable and in-character for Izuku not to want that. Yes, it's sad, but I think acting as though this is out of character for Izuku basically requires ignoring his character development, and it implies a very simplified understanding of his and Katsuki's dynamic and how it evolves throughout MHA. Bakugo and Izuku have one of my favorite relationships in any media I've watched/read/played/etc. and it's frustrating to see Izuku's part in it essentially be disregarded.

[gejo333]

Art credit: PIYO @Oz_174 on Twitter/X

An Unexpected Match XI

Pt. 1 Pt. 12

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: Miguel’s worst nightmare comes true😰😰😰

I’m actually shocked for how quick I got this chapter out, lol. I had to add this photo above it’s so cute! I imagine these would be photos Y/n took on her phone of Miguel and Gabi. I think the top two would be her screen saver🥰 Also just want to say again thank you for the 800 follows! Your likes, comments and reblogs mean the world to me!💕💕💕

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

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The morning of Gabi's Birthday. Before the accident:

"Goodbye cariño. Have a nice day with classes. I'll see you later."

"Goodbye. Have a good day at work. I'll pick up Gabi from school."

After Miguel left for work and Gabi was finished with her breakfast you cleaned up the counter and washed the dishes.

"Ok baby bug. Let's get you ready for school." You help her down from the chair before going upstairs to get her dressed. Her outfit was already laid out as she specifically wanted to wear this one dress to school for her birthday. Once you helped her get into it she giggled and twirled around as she watched the skirt part spin with her.

After doing her hair, you check the time eyes widen as you realize you don't have enough to look presentable today. So you decided to wear a matching pair of sweats and sweatshirt, Uggs, and put your hair in a cute messy bun.

"Ok let's head out baby bug, we're running a bit late." You grab her lunch and water bottle and put it in her backpack, hanging that on your shoulder as you pick her up, carrying her on your side hip as you head to the garage to your car.

You strap her in to her car seat in the back before getting in to the driver's side. Once you get out of the garage and begin to drive you look in the rear view mirror to see a smiling Gabi starring out the window.

"Hey, baby bug?"

"Yeah mama?"

"Papa and I are going to send out the invites to your birthday party that's next week."

"Yay! Will everyone be dressed as a princess or superhero?"

"Yep! Or both if they want to."

"I didn't know you could be both! Can I be a princess superhero?" Gabi gasped when she heard your words, which made you chuckle slightly. So cute.

"Of course you can, sweetheart. I'll come up with an idea for what we should do for your costume and we can go find something after school today. How does that sound?"

"Yay! Can it be a surprise for Papa?"

"Sure baby bug. I will have to tell him though that we won't meet him right after school. But that's it's for a surprise." You chuckle from her silly request. You made a mental note to text Miguel the update when you got to your class.

After talking more about her upcoming birthday party you made it to her school. You quickly get out in drop off area to unbuckle her from the car. After helping her out of the car you help put her backpack on.

"Ok, have fun today Birthday Girl! I'll see you at pick up! Love you my baby bug." You kneel down to giver her a proper hug which she happily returns before running off to her drop-off line to see her friends.

Once you saw she was with her teacher you drove off towards your university to attend your classes for the day.

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You were done with your last class for the day and had an hour before you had to pick up Gabi. You sat back on a lawn chair that were spread through out campus.

"Ugh, I can't with this semester. It's killing me already." Stephanie groaned as she sat in the chair next to you. You both came out of the same exam, not knowing if you did well or not.

"Steph, why did you decide to take 18 credits for your last semester?"

"Girl, I had too or I would have to pay for another semester. Enough about school, how's it going with you and Miguel's relationship being public?"

She turned her head to look at you.

"As expected everyone's so nosy and either being a bitch or an asshole about it. I haven't talked to my parents since the holiday party. But it's not like they are eager to reach out to me."

"Yeah Jack told me that your parents are going nuts still over it. Ugh speaking of your brother, he's being so annoying lately. I love him. But if he leaves a plate in the sink one more time, I'm going to tackle him." Stephanie groaned in frustration.

"Well, Miguel lately has been very insistent on wanting to have kids. Did you now that he expected to get me pregnant this year so we could have a baby next year? And then when I told him when I wanted to have kids he wasn't happy about it. So we had to compromise and agree on three years from now. Steph! I don't know if I'll be ready to have a baby in three years. I don't think I would be able to handle a career fully by then."

"Damn, three years from now. That's crazy. But I guess I get why you agreed. He is older than you. That is probably the one downfall to being with someone older."

"I don't now if it's a downside. We just are at two different points in our lives, but we love each other. I don't know, maybe deep down I knew I would probably be starting a family soon when I began dating him. And it's not like I don't want a baby now. I have the baby fever. I just worry that sometimes i still feel like a kid myself, despite being an adult and I just don't know if I'll be a good mother." Stephanie places her hand over yours and smiles.

"Y/n you will be an amazing mom. You do such a great job with Gabi."

"Thanks Steph. And your going to be a amazing aunt."

"Hell yeah I am!" She said before you both laughed from her comment.

After talking and relaxing a bit longer with Stephanie it was time to part ways as you get back in your car and drive to Gabi's school to pick her up.

Due to traffic you arrive a few minutes from her finishing class. When you go to pick-up your brows furrow as you see the kindergarten class but a new teacher, and no Gabi. Confused you decide to park the car and walk to get her.

"Hi, where is the regular kindergarten teacher?"

The woman smiles at you. "I'm the new teacher assistant. I started today. She had to leave early today so I took over. Who are you picking up?"

"Gabriella O'Hara. Where is she actually? She's usually here when I pick her up."

"I'm sorry but Gabi was already picked up." The woman said as she checks her clipboard. Your brows furrowed from her response.

"Her father came to pick her up? He didn't tell me he was going to."

"It wasn't her father. It was her mother." The TA's words made your vision almost black out. Your heart felt like it stopped and your body felt numb.

"What do you mean her mother picked her up? I'm Gabriella's mother. You let my daughter go with a complete stranger?! Who did you let take my daughter?!" Your voice raised.

"Her name was Sofia." The TA hid behind her clipboard.

"When did she pick her up?"

"Like 5 minutes ago. They drove that way." The woman shaking pointed her finger in the direction that the car went.

"You and the school will be hearing from our lawyer. I'll be back once I get my daughter back. You better hope I fucking get her." You get into the TA's face glaring down at her before you sprint to your car and turn it on and start driving faster than you have ever been.

All you could hear was your heart beating deafeningly loud in your ears. You felt physically sick. You pick up your phone as you call 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Hi m-my daughter. W-well my step daughter. She-she was abducted from her school. The teacher just let a stranger take her!" Tears fall down your cheeks as you feared that you might never see her again.

After giving the police all the information they finally dispatched a car and sent out an amber alert. You asked if you could call your boyfriend, her father, which they said you could.

You hear the earth shattering noise of the amber alert blare on your phone. You tried to wipe away the tears from your eyes as you drove, as they become unbearably blurry disrupting your vision.

You call Miguel. It rang from some time before...

"Hi this is Miguel O'Hara. I'm currently unavailable at the moment. Please leave a voicemail and I will get back to you."

You call again. Same thing . And again.

Same response. You then remember he would be in back to back meetings all day and probably has his phone turned off or on silent.

You call again. "Please answer Miguel. Please!"

Another automated message. You cry out in frustration. "Fuck! Where did that bitch take my daughter?"

You drive for what feels like forever, a piece of your heart tearing away every minute you did have her in your arms.

"Oh my god." Your gasp as your eyes widen. Two cars ahead was the same piece of shit car Sofia drove. Not caring about breaking the rules you drive over the spread limit as you get in the lane beside her car. And if the universe couldn't be anymore helpful the light turn red. You ripped yourself from your seat and out of the car as you ran in front of her car.

Sofia's eyes widen in surprise before returning back to her usual glare. She continuously honks the horn. The light turned green but you didn't move es ring other people to honk the car.

"Hey! What's going on here! You're holding up traffic lady!" Said a random man.

"Sir please. This woman kidnapped my daughter. I won't let this woman out of my sight without my daughter. Please, can you please help!" You begged as tears streamed down your face. You just wanted your baby girl back.

A few other people left there cars curious to see what was causing the traffic jam.

"Oh honey. What are you doing?" Said a random older woman as she walked up to you.

"Please can someone help me get my daughter. I can see she's scared. Please."

The man ripped the car door open, luckily that woman was dumb enough to keep her doors unlocked. Sirens can heard growing in the back. Sofia rolled down her window. "Omg this bitch is crazy. That's my daughter. She's lying!"

"Mama!" Gabi cried at the top of her lungs as she squirmed through the man and woman's arms and towards you. As the sirens grew closer your were too slow to see Sofia reverse before heads towards you at full speed. Gabi was right in front of the car with you. You pushed her out of the way, luckily she didn't fall.

The last thing you saw was the fearful look on Gabi's face before everything went black.

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"W-what did you say?" Miguel voice was barely above a whisper.

"Y/n was hit by a car. We also want to say that your daughter is safe with us."

"Wait, what? What happened to my daughter and girlfriend?!" Miguel voice raised fear and anger taking over his mind.

"A woman by the name Sofia abducted your daughter at her school. Y/n had called the police and chased after them. When she found your daughter, to get away from the police Sofia ran over y/n to escape from them."

"I-I'm on my way." Miguel ended the call as he ran towards his car and drove to the hospital his heart ached. He couldn't lose you. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

He arrived to the hospital and ran into the emergency ward. In the crowd he immediately spotted his daughter. "Gabi!" When hearing her father's voice she ran from the social worker watching her and into his arms as she wailed.

"Mama's hurt!" She cried in his arms as he wrapped his arms around her and kiss the top of her head, relieved that his daughter was safe. However the ache in his heart was still fully there at the thought of you being critically injured. "I-I saw a car h-hit Mama! I want Mama!" She cried. Bearing his daughter's wails brought tears to his eyes as he try to call her down, which was difficult as he was no where near calm.

A while later a doctor in surgical attire walked towards him. "Mr. O'Hara?"

"Y-yes."

"We just finished surgery with Y/n. However she still is in critical care. We-"

"Is it p-possible if we can talk in private?" Miguel gestured towards his daughter's who cries were only getting worse from the doctor's news. The doctor nodded, "follow me this way."

Miguel handed Gabi to the social worker, however she wouldn't let go of him. "N-no!"

"Princesa, Papa needs to know what's happening with Mama. Please go with the social worker. I'll be right back. I promise." Gabi listened as she allowed him to give her to the social worker.

When they were in a private space, the doctor signed. " Would you like to see her? Just as a warning, it won't be a pretty sight."

Miguel could only nod as he was led to the ICU. When he entered the room, his heart shattered. He rushed over to your side as he got on his knees. His hand shook out of control as he intertwined his fingers in your limp hand.

"Dios...mi amor please por favor fight through this. I'm going to be right here. I won't leave your side. Please don't leave me. I won't be able to live without you. Gabi wouldn't be ok. I won't be ok. I love you so so so much."

Miguel didn't realize how long he was by your bedside, when he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

"Hey." Said Gabriel.

"Thanks for coming to get Gabi. I-I just can't leave y/n side." Miguel looked up to his brother. Gabriel's heart broke as he saw the disheveled appearance of his brother.

"Please try to get some rest. You know she would want that."

"No. I'm not leaving. I'll sleep in the chair."

"Ok." Gabriel said before looking at Miguel one more time before leaving the room.

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Your eyes slowly open, closing once from the bright light before opening them again. You gaze at your surroundings. Your were in a hospital? Right, you were hit by a car.

To your left, a head with disheveled brown curls laying on your bed. You slowly smile as you lift your hand as you gently brush some of the hair out of his face. Almost immediately, his reddish-brown eyes stare up at you wide. You remove you hand as he shoots up.

"Y/n?"

"Hey" you say voice really hoarse from the lack of talking. Miguel intertwined his fingers in yours as he kissed your hands and then pressed butterfly kisses all over your face. Over-the moon to see you awake.

"I'm so glad your awake. I knew your would wake up." Tears spilled down his cheeks, which brought worry to your face as you lifted your hand to caress his cheek as you wiped away his tears. He leaned into your touch.

"Your acting like I was a sleep for a while." You lightly chuckle, coughing slightly from your dry throat. "How long was I out?"

"Two weeks." Your eyebrows raised slightly, surprised by his answer. It seemed like you just were hit after rescuing Gabi.

"Is Gabi ok?" Concern was etched in your tone.

"She is. Perfectly fine because of you. Witness' said that you saved her from a car hitting both of you. I can't believe that damn woman hurt you. But she's getting the justice she deserves. She'll be in prison majority of her life for kidnapping Gabi and harming you." Miguel placed a kissed to your forehead before sitting back down.

Concern grew on your face again as you notice the large dark circles under is eyes. "When was the last time you got some proper rest?"

Before he could answer your question the doctor came in and walked towards your bedside as he checked your vitals.

"Glad you were able to wake up Ms. L/n. We weren't sure when you would. You've been healing very well the past two weeks. One thing though, the way you were hit by the car almost made you lose your uterus. It was touch and go for a bit during surgery, but we were able to save you from having another surgery . You'll be able to go home in a day or two. I'll let you rest." The doctor smiled before leaving the room.

His words made your heart beat slightly faster. You might have lost your uterus? Wow, Universe, really trying to tell me something, huh?

"You should get some re-" Miguel was interrupted by familiar voices entering the room. It was your parents and brothers. After having a near death experience you would think you would be happy to see your parents again. But honestly they feel like just as much of a pain as Sofia was.

"Miguel." Said Sam as he walked in behind his wife and gave a frown towards Miguel.

"Sam." Miguel returned his same expression.

"Sweetheart you're awake! I'm so glad you're ok." Said your mother as she walks to the other side of the bedside. She tried to hold your hand but your remove your from hers, causing her to frown.

"Sweetie?"

You look to Miguel, tired eyes asking for him for help you. Knowing exactly what want, he said, "hey, she's pretty tired. Maybe come back after she's rested."

Your mother shot him a glare, "how about you come back after she's rested."

"Mom, y-you and Dad should leave." You spoke up.

"But I'm your mom, sweetie. Everyone needs their mom when they are hurt."she tried to hold your hand again, but once again you removed your hand from hers.

"Well you haven't been acting like a mom ever since the summer. I only want people who aren't going to hold immature grudges based off who I love. So unless you can accept that and apologize, then leave." It did hurt a little to see your mother's hurt expression. But you had to be brave, how she and your father have been acting is not right, and you're not going to have anything to do with it.

"Fine. Have it your way." Your mother frowned as she turned around and left. Before your father left he gently squeezed your hand, "glad you're alive and well."  Before leaving the room.

Your brothers started a bit longer catching up with you before leaving as well.

Time seem to go by fast as you were already being discharged from the hospital.

As Miguel helped you get into the passenger side of the car, you stopped him. "Wait, they never came by our room to take my insurance and fill out stuff for the bills."

Miguel smiled as he brushed some of the hair from your face, " no need to worry about that, cariño. I already paid for it."

Your eyes widen as you looked at him slightly annoyed but that automatically leave as you give him a smile. "You really didn't have to do that. I would have tortured some out myself. But thank you. That was really sweet of you." You caress his cheek.

"No need to thank me, mi amor. You're the love of my life and my family. I'm going to take care of my family." He kiss you on the lips before closing your car door and hoping you in the drivers side.

When you arrived home, Miguel decided to carry you inside the house and up to your shared bedroom despite your slight protests, as you knew he hadn't had proper rest in two weeks.

"No need to worry about me. I'm alright, hermosa."

"Well, I'm going to worry about you and fuss over you because your the love of my life. And I want to make sure you're ok and well. Now laid down next to me and get some rest. You said Gabriel is going to drop off Gabi tomorrow." Miguel smiled down at you as he listened to your words and laid down next to you. He gently wrapped his arm around you and brought you close to him careful not to bother any of your stitches. Feeling his warmth the fatigue washed over you as you fell asleep.

The next day you woke up to the sounds of people talking down stairs. When you began to wake up a bit more you realized Miguel wasn't in bed. As the other voice grew closer a smile came to your face as you realized who it was.

"Mama!" Gabi ran into the room as she jumped on the bed, followed by Miguel running in and catching her before she barreled into you. "Be careful hija. Remember what I told you, Mama is still healing. So we have to be gentle around her."

He let go of her and put her on the bed when he knew she had understood. Your smile widens as you stretch your arm out wanting a hug from her, which she did extra carefully, as she took her father's words into account.

"I missed you a lot Mama."

"I miss you too my baby bug. I'm so relieved that you're safe and ok."

After some time you and Miguel noticed she fell asleep, as he lifted her up and took her to her bedroom to rest. When he came back he sat on the bed next to you.

"Did you get any rest?"

From not getting an answer you lightly glare at him with a pout. You move closer to him which he gladly appreciates. "Miggy, please get some rest. I won't be able to rest if you don't get proper sleep."

"I just have to finish one thing." He said as he took out his phone and started typing away on it, resting your head in his lap, you could see slightly what it said on his screen. Your eyes widen when you saw that it was your finacial portal to your university.

"Miguel, why are you in my financial portal?"

Miguel looked down at you with a pleading gaze. "Mi, amor don't get upset but while you were in a coma I paid for the rest of your university...and your student loans."

You sit up slowly from laying on his lap as you give him light glare and a frown. "Miguel...I told you I would handle them. First off how did you even gain access to them? You know how I felt about you paying for that."

"I know you're upset. But did you expect to get hurt in a car accident? No. You can't work, so I knew your wouldn't be able to pay your monthly payments. I have more than enough money to cover it. And I know you feel bad about it. But I'm going to take care of you. And plus it's down. Nothing can be reversed."

"Well, thank you. You really are an amazing boyfriend. But if you think you're not going to go unpunished for doing it without my knowledge. Though I can't have sex right now, oh once I'm cleared. We're still not having sex." You pout as you turn the away from him in bed. You heard him chuckle as he moved closer to you his chest pressed against your back as he kiss the side of your head, "alright hermosa. That's fair enough. It's was all worth it."

"You say that now."

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Two weeks later

“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you… happy birthday dear Gabi…happy birthday to you!�� Sang the crowd of kids and parents as Miguel carries the princess superhero themed cake with six candles in front of her. You smiled and cheered as she blew out all her candles.

You had found out that Gabi wanted to postpone her birthday party until you had woken up and felt better. Of course you felt extremely guilty that she had to wait so long to celebrate, but she would always reassure you with a big hug and saying, “it wouldn’t be fun, if you wouldn’t be there to celebrate with me Mama.”

Tears brimmed the corner of your eyes as you watched her and her friends jump in excitement in their mixture of princess and superhero costumes as they wait to get a slice of cake. You smiled as you saw Miguel hand her a slice, kissing the top of her head before she walked over to the dinning room table with her friends. You looked at Miguel as he gazed happily at your daughter. Miguel then turned to meet you gaze as you could feel the love in his gaze and smile from across the room as he mouthed the words, I love you. Which you did the same.

You thanked the universe that you weren’t taken away from them and can still live your life to the fullest by their side.

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

love spell ⋆ sanji x reader

summary: sanji puts a spell on you

♡: female reader. 800+ words. sfw content.

sanji jumps up at the sound of the galley door opening as the lock unlatches from its hinge. he wipes the small trail of drool from his chin, shutting the cookbook he must’ve fallen asleep on.

annoyed, his eyes shoot up to the door, expecting luffy to be sneaking in for a late-night snack. sanji genuinely questions if that lock on the fridge could actually stop luffy if it came down to it.

when you poked your head into the room, scanning the area until the two of you make eye contact, sanji sighs in relief. “oh, hi y/n. what’re you doing up?”

sheepishly, you wave to him, quietly shutting the door behind you. “sorry sanji…i wasn’t expecting anyone to be up. just wanted some water to soothe my stomach, i’m not used to being on the ocean just yet,” you joke, pointing to the sink.

“ah, don’t worry. you get used to it after a while. it is your first night with us after all.” he gets up from his own seat just to tap the counter near another, “sit down, i’ll make you some tea that is sure to cure a stomachache instead.”

“that’s so sweet, but you don’t have to—” before you can even finish your sentence, he’s already reaching into a cupboard for the tea kettle. “thank you,” you resign.

“i aim to please,” he smiles, pouring in some water and grabbing the appropriate ingredients.

you glance over your shoulder to the books that cluttered the table, able to read the titles for a couple, smiling at the ones you recognize. “doing some reading?”

“hmm? oh yeah, those. saw a couple of books on your home island that i didn’t recognize so i figured i’d learn some to make you feel more at home here,” he softly admits.  

staring at his back for a minute, you blink once or twice to make sure you had clearly heard what he said. “why would you do that?” was all you managed to ask.

“i remember how difficult it was when i adjusted to being here, thought it would help you to, you know, make you feel more at home here with m—us,” he chuckles, leaving the kettle to boil and coming over to you.

he picks up one of the books, handing it to you to look through as he watches your smile grow wider after each page.

you begin folding down the corners, pointing out recipes that would go best with what meals and your own personal favorites. “in my opinion, these ones are some of the best and you’re a really good cook so i’m sure you could make them ten times better than i could,” you sheepishly admit.

“well, i don’t know about that, but maybe you could help me make them for dinner. i could use a native’s expertise,” he offers, leaning in near you to read over the lines of each page.

sanji’s shoulder is only inches apart from yours as you watch his slender fingers scan the page, mumbling the words that accompany them slightly under his breath.

there’s an unexplainable pull you feel in your chest, it’s strange but you can’t seem to make yourself look away from the man in front of you.

“these seem simple enough; though i’d love for you to join me in the kitchen tomorrow, if don’t mind, of course,” sanji smiles, turning his head ever so slightly. his movements are slow and that pull tells you to not back away, keeping little distance between your faces.

“yeah, i think i’d like that,” you breathe. your confidence seems a little high-strung now that sanji didn’t seem to back down either, the corner of his lips pulling into a sly smirk.

the high pitch tone of the kettle drags you both away, much to sanji’s disgruntlement. you watch the boiling water pour into both his and your cup and the delicate aroma of your beverage overtakes you as you enjoy a sip.

“i’ve never had tea this good before,” you compliment, which sanji accepts with a smile. looking over the ingredients on the counter, you notice a few that you recognized.

a quiet gasp leaves your lips when you remembered those particular ingredients are in a certain love spell tea that circulated around your home island. noticing the nearly half-empty glass in your hand, you can’t help but giggle.

“thank you sanji, i think i’ll be heading to bed now.”

his face falters a bit and so does yours, but you make your way to the door with your cup in hand anyway. you hesitate when you reach for the doorknob, and when you cautiously look back, sanji had already been staring back at you with a satisfied look in his eye.

when you exit, sanji stares at the door just a little bit longer with a goofy smile on his face. he walks over to the table, flipping the pages and reading over the instructions for the tea he had just made you from the page he was drooling on earlier.

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[trecomics]

Ken Wants to be Alone for Christmas

Ken wanted to be alone, but Ryu finds him. Gen fic, about 800 words.

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Ken wanted to be alone on Christmas eve.

Stay in, eat canned ravioli, and let the memories of family Christmas parties with the loneliness that came with that engulf him. Even with the windows closed he could hear everyone outside celebrating or last minute shopping fights. Something stirred in him to go out, be reminded what his life used to be like.

With his coat hood covering his recognizable hair, he walked around his neighborhood. Watching small children play with their parents, he could feel his mouth crick into a smile. He remembers when Mel was a just a tot and playing in the snow together. He was such a cheerful kid. Then images of only speaking to him on video phone, his disinterested tone wanting to end the call… His heart began to hurt the more the memories flooded in. He subconsciously gripped his pendant, telling himself these thoughts were proper punishment for him. 

After looping around the park he felt it was enough. Walking home, he’d turn into the coffee shop he lived above. It was packed—so packed the usual clerks who’d always welcome him and chitchat and give him a free treat were too swamped to even glance at him.

The fear someone would recognize him on the street was always in the front of his mind. However being squished like a canned fish, everyone preoccupied to keep cutters from cutting, looking at their phones to kill time—it felt comforting to him to be around so many people without ever being recognized. He really was a people-person.

“Ken?”

Ken whipped his head to the voice and didn’t even have the space to jump out of his shoes seeing Ryu’s face just centimeters from his own.

Ryu stepped back a bit.

“Ryu…” Ken gawked.

“Ken, it is you!” Ryu spoke in Japanese. He smiled the same warm smile Ken remembered. He could look at that face forever.

After a long second, Ken snapped out of his gaze and grabbed Ryu and pulled him out of the shop.

Ken wanted to be alone on Christmas Eve. But he couldn’t even convince himself of that. Deep down he didn’t. Now the last person he wanted to see him like this found him.

What else could Ken do after the awkward greetings but invite him home.

Ryu didn’t question Ken about his situation. He didn’t question the run-down apartment, with only a cot by the window and a small table and a chair that Ken offered to him while he sat on the bed.

Nor did Ken question why Ryu was in Metro City or how he found him.

Ken knew Ryu wasn’t much of a talker but he was strangely chatty. Ken couldn’t help but think Ryu was stepping up to put him at ease. To open up about his situation.

But Ken couldn’t. He told himself he wouldn’t fall for it. 

To give himself a break from Ryu gabbing about how his student finally taught him how to use the phone Ken bought for him years ago, he offered to make a Christmas dinner with what he had. Ryu was surprised it was already Christmas.


But as Ryu does with Ken—he delightfully accepted.

Ken wasn’t worried about having to entertain Ryu while he looked around what to make. Even when they were young and in training, Ryu was more than happy to meditate to kill time. Seeing a box of spaghetti noodles, a memory flooded back from those days.

“Remember when I’d buy pasta when I wasn’t supposed to and Shishou would get mad?”

Ryu opened an eye and grinned. “Yeah, but…you never really knew what to do with it until made it more Japanese-style.”

Ken saw Ryu peek up from the counter. “…Is that what you’re making?” He made a child-like face, maybe in anticipation.

Ken smirked at Ryu’s reaction. Still his same self about food. “Sorry, best I can do it load it up with egg sauce and toss in some frozen veggies.”

Ryu relaxed back into the chair, completely satisfied with that option too.

As Ken prepped dinner he took over talking duties without realizing. It came so easily to him and the more he talked the better he felt. And as he was finishing stirring in the egg sauce his smile was no longer fake.

Ryu gobbled up his plate and immediately asked for seconds. Ken served him up. He paused from his own plate to watch Ryu slurp up dinner. Ryu enjoy his meager food, Ryu forever patient with him even at this point, where Ken couldn’t even confine to him after all these years in hiding. To Ryu, who always was patient…

Ryu looked up, noticed Ken’s hand trembling.

“Ken…”

Ryu got up and walked to the counter where Ken was hanging his head. He wrapped his arm around his shoulders as Ken muttered “I’m sorry” over and over.

END

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Rescue Me: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 800

Request: yay! can i request an eddie x reader where the readers ex comes back into town and he is like super obsessive and eddie gets protective. like literally follows reader and protects her whenever her ex gets close. thank you so much for this! 🥰

There was one man you had hoped you would never ever see again, the man who made you afraid of love, the man who swore he loved you and then hit you the second you didn't follow any of his 'rules', and yet you saw him enter the video store nearly making you freeze but you quietly walked into the back of store acting like you didn't see him. Once you were in the back with the door locked, you called your boyfriend Eddie hoping he could come to keep you company while you finished up your shift. Eddie was the most amazing partner you could have, he was patient with you when he started pursuing you and you explained to him what made you so scared of love and he vowed to kill the fucker who put his hands on such a gem like you. 

"Hi, sweetheart." He said making you smile.

"Hey Eds, do you think you could come to keep me company while I finish my shift." You asked him trying to keep yourself calm.

"Is everything okay?" He asked noticing your tone.

"He's back." You said and you swore you never heard Eddie move so fast in life as he told you he be there in five minutes as you hung up.

You went back out there knowing feeling a little safer now that Eddie was on his way. You were sorting through some stuff that had been turned in over the weekend when your ex approached the counter.

"Ready to check out?" You asked him trying to keep the conversation brief.

"That's it? No hello? Princess, you wound me I thought I taught you better than that." He said grabbing your wrist and making you cry out in pain.

You were scrambling around with your free hand looking for something to fight him off with when heard the door open and felt your ex ripped off of you. You rubbed your wrist as you heard Eddie yelling something at your ex before walking back in.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" He asked you concerned.

"Yeah, a little shook up but thank you for coming." You said wrapping your arms around him and you felt his arms wrap around you.

"No need to thank me, I swore I protect you from that asshole and I intend to do it." He said pressing a kiss on your forehead.

That's how it went for the next week wherever you were then Eddie was right there with you unless it was the bathroom in which he would just wait outside much to the dismay of your ex who was constantly lurking around was waiting for you to be alone even as far as camping a few hours down from your home so he could watch when you left and came back.

Eddie had left with Gareth to go grab some snacks real quick opting to leave his van at your place in case your ex was still lurking around. You had been watching tv in your room waiting for Eddie to return when someone knocked on the door making you confused. You peeked out the blinds and saw none other than your creepy ex standing on your doorstep.

"I know your home!" He yelled as he pounded on the door again making you whimper as you walked over and locked your bedroom door before calling 911 and explaining what was happening as you heard the front door open.

"Did you really think I wouldn't catch on to what you and that freak were doing?" He called out as you tried to figure out what you were going to do.

Eddie walked out of the store carrying a few bags of drinks and snacks excited for the movie night the two of you were about to have. When Gareth pulled into your driveway Eddie felt his blood go cold as he saw your front door kick in prompting him to rush in and he saw your ex attacking you, he saw red as he pulled him off of you and started beating his ass.

"You don't ever touch her! You a piece of shit." Eddie yelled laying punch after punch until he heard the cops pulling up.

"Sweetheart?" He asked looking over your injuries and seeing you clutching your arm as Gareth helped you stand.

"I'm still here though I think he broke my wrist." You said sadly as the officers walked in.

Eddie held your hand the entire time while you told the officer everything about your ex and then about the recent events that had been happening and what happened tonight. Once the officer left to get Gareth's story Eddie leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you Eddie." You said looking at him.

"I love you more sweetheart, and no one is gonna take you from me." He said pressing a kiss on your lips.

[lixiektty]

it's okay to say i love you teaser — read here

๛ word count: 800+ — full fic around 4k (y'all gettin' fed)

it had been a week since that night with sunghoon, and neither one of you had spoke to each other much since then. due to you working and all the things sunghoon has to constantly do for his family, how could either of you really have time.?

you felt bad for somewhat avoiding him though, like going straight to sleep before he had got home and rushed out in the morning before he woke up. you just couldn't stop thinking about what sunghoon had said.

and here you were now, in the bathroom washing your face and brushing your teeth at the sink. you were waiting on sunghoon to come back home from being out with friends, it was ten till midnight and you didn't how much longer you could stay up just so you could see your husband.

minutes went by, and once sunghoon got home you didn't even hear the front door open, the jingling of his keys, the loud footsteps that went down the hall, even when he got to the bathroom and saw you standing there infront of the sink you had no idea he had returned.

"oh—" you gasped softly, startled by the warm embrace you were just put into.

"sorry," sunghoon apologizes, "did i scare you?"

"a bit," you awkwardly giggled.

reaching over, sunghoon watched you through the mirror and tucked your hair behind your ears with both hands, "there we go... missed your face."

you look up for just a second, sparing him a soft smile— scared to make eye contact. everything felt odd, out of place, there was definitely some tension and you both could feel it. sunghoon looked at you worryingly and pulled you closer against his body.

"everything okay, baby?" he asked.

the affection he showed towards you felt different now that sunghoon had confessed. it was like you were constantly trying to tell yourself that everything is okay, everything is the same, only thing different is that you know how sunghoon is genuinely feeling now.

"uh, yeah— i just wanna finish up so i could go to bed." you say, suddenly brushing faster and rushing trying to get out of there as soon as possible.

"go to bed? why so early?" sunghoon asked, starting to feel regret for telling you he loved you, only for the reason of you being uncomfortable— or seeming that way at least.

"but i'm home..." the silence that had grew between you two allowed him to finally catch on, raising a brow and squinting at the back of your head, "you're trying to go to sleep to avoid speaking to me, is that it?"

"what?!" you said, standing straight up and looked at the man through the reflection, trying to make it seem like what he just said wasn't true, "n– no, just tired."

you looked down again, drying your toothbrush and setting it to the side. sunghoon didn't believe you, it was obvious you didn't wanna talk to him. you weren't looking at him now, loosing the confidence you gained before once you locked eyes with him.

"i've been cleaning the entire day. i wanted to wash my face in hopes you'd come home before i went to bed, now that i'm almost done and i know you're home i'm ready to go to sleep." you say, attitude heard in your voice which made your husband raise a brow, "do we have a problem here?"

"never said we had a problem sunghoo—" before you could finish speaking, sunghoon reaches for the sink and turns it off. he turned you around soon after, pushing your hips against the counter all in one swift motion that caught you off guard.

"there's definitely a problem, you're acting weird. is it because i said that i loved you?" the words just always made your heart ache. you couldn't even explain why, you just weren't one for feeling that way so quick— yet you were falling so hard for this man.

"it's been months since we have gotten married, we fuck, act and go out like a regular couple. you think i wouldn't eventually start feeling something for you?" he goes on just making you feel worse about how you were feeling all because he didn't know, he couldn't know, is what you told yourself— but eventually you'd have to spit out the truth. your past was something you would hold on to for forever, sadly. all these relationships that turned into shit just for you to end up in a marriage to a guy you weren't even dating.

"look, y/n— you don't have to say it back, i'm not forcing you. neither one of us wanted this but look at what we got out of it," he was right. it was still hard for you to admit your true feelings. his hands came up and held your cheeks, brushing his thumb across the skin softly, "you're fucking beautiful and i couldn't ask for someone better, just because i haven't said the words 'i love you' doesn't mean that i don't."

[majesty-madness]

“Don’t Make Fun of Me” - Shota Aizawa x reader (sfw)

Summary: Sometimes the things we are looking for are right in front of us.

Word Count: 800+

Warnings: nothing really, reader wears glasses, fluff

a/n: Wanted to write something small this time. Not proofread.

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Y/N was pacing back and forth in front of her desk, mumbling to herself.

For the life of her, she could not remember what she did with her glasses. She really needed to finish her report for work, but she had to use her laptop which also required her glasses.

Yeah, she could have just forgotten about them and simply finished her work with them but she hated the feeling of leaving her eyes exposed.

When looking at any type of screen with her glasses felt like she was making her eyesight even worse.

Better to just find them before work tomorrow.

Y/N took one more look around her room then sped into the living room couch where her boyfriend, Aizawa, was sitting and grading papers.

“Shota, have you seen my glasses?” She asked as she looked into the crevices of the lounge chair off to the side.

Aizawa didn’t even look up as he answered her. “No I haven’t.”

He marked something down on one of his students' papers just as Y/N stood straight up, turning her body to look all around the room.

“Are you sure? Because I really need to finish my report.” She stood looking right at him now, her hands resting on her hips.

Aizawa began to lift his head, his eyes still trained on the paper in his hand. “Yes, I’m sure. Have you checked-” then as his eyes finally flicked up to her, and that’s when he saw it.

A pair of softly rounded glasses sitting atop her head.

He had to fight back the smile that was begging to show through and instead looked back down to his papers. “Checked your backpack?”

“Yes! I found the case, but not my glasses.” Y/N frustratedly threw her hands up in the air before she walked to the kitchen, thinking maybe she’d accidentally left them in there.

It wasn’t likely, but that had been the only place she had yet to search.

Aizawa listened to her moving things around their kitchen, coffee mugs clinking against each other, cabinet doors squeaking open and then being immediately closed.

Since she was out of sight he couldn’t help the smirk on his face.

Normally, he would’ve said something by now but he decided to let her be for a few more minutes.

“Oh god! If I don’t find my glasses then I have to work on the report without them…” Y/N complained, standing up and out from the lower cabinets. “And if I work without them, I’ll get a headache and you know that my headaches last forever.”

She sighed deeply, her face falling into the palms of her hands as she contemplated what she was going to do.

On second thought, Aizawa recognized that he probably shouldn’t let her suffer just because she didn’t know that the object in question was sitting right on top of her head.

So he carefully got up from his place on the couch, throwing the papers onto the coffee table and then made his way into the kitchen.

Y/N raised her head when she heard the sound of footsteps stopping right in front of her.

There was a pause when Aizawa sighed. “Are you positive you don’t know where they are?”

Y/N adamantly nodded her head, the expression in her eyes telling him she was speaking the truth.

Aizawa couldn’t help the smirk from growing this time as he reached for the top of her head and, in one motion, plucked the glasses from the top and set them onto her face.

For a moment or two, she looked absolutely stunned that they had been there the whole time. Then after those few moments, her face morphed into one of annoyance.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

Aizawa rested his hands on his hips now, “I’m not.”

“You saw them didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Y/N shook her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything and I can’t believe they were on my head this entire time.”

“You’re usually so put together, figure I’d see how this goes.” Aizawa admitted, now leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest.

Subconsciously, Y/N straightened her glasses, glaring at Aizawa in the corner of her eye. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He answered confidently.

She directly glared at him this time, eyes narrowing just a bit but the reminiscence of a smile sitting below the surface of her scowl.

He was right, of course.

“No I don’t, but know the next time you leave me hanging like that I will throw these at you.” She scoffed, gesturing to the plastic frame.

Aizawa pushed himself off the counter, walking back to the couch. “I guess you won’t have any glasses then.”

“I’d be worth it!” Y/N playfully snapped back as she disappeared into their shared bedroom.

With one more glance toward the bedroom, Aizawa laughed.

[strawboorybunny]

Unlovable

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 800+

Author’s note: I guess it’s been a while. Finally got some energy and confidence to go through my writing again and saw this. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Angst and a touch of fluff

Based off of the prompt: “I mean I know I’m unlovable but a girl can dream right?”

You groaned when your alarm went off. You rubbed your face trying to wipe away the sleepiness. You were finally able to fall asleep after hearing Bucky and his hook up go at it for a couple of hours. You know you should be used to it, so why does it sting just a little? 

You rubbed your face before getting up and making your way into the kitchen. You leaned up against the counter as you grabbed a muffin. You frowned slightly as you heard his bedroom door open. The two whispered and giggled to each other as Bucky led her to the door. You rolled your eyes as she blew Bucky a kiss before leaving the apartment. He sighed before walking over to you and wrapping you in a hug. “I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t think I would bring her back last night.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine, Buck. It was only one night.” You shook yourself out of his grip. He frowned slightly. Your heart clenched as you glanced at him. “I’m gonna go and get ready. Nat wanted me to meet up with her so she can help me get ready for my date tonight.”

Bucky’s eyes widened slightly. “Date? What date?”

“I met this guy at that coffee shop the next block over. We kind of hit it off and he asked me out for tonight.”

Bucky nodded. “I see.” He said quietly. You glanced at him before getting ready. 

…

Natasha sighed and grabbed your hand. “I’m sorry, y/n. Are you sure you want to go through with this date?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’ll be good to get my mind off of Bucky. I-I know he could never feel the same way so why not try and turn my attention away from him.” You frowned in confusion when you remembered how he frowned when you told him. “Nat, do you think…he didn’t like the thought of me going out?”

She hummed. “Could be. We all know how protective Barnes is of you.”

You blushed slightly. “I guess so.” You said quietly. Natasha gave you a small smile before standing.

“Come on. We have some shopping to do.”

…

You glanced at the time as you stood outside of the restaurant. You had just sat an hour inside waiting for your date. “Of course he didn’t show up.” You mumbled before hearing a rumble in the sky. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as the rain began to pour. Your hands began to shake as you took out your phone to send a quick message to Bucky. You glanced back at your phone when he told you he was on his way and to stay put.

You shook your head slightly before your vision was clouded by tears. You quickly wiped them away before walking down to the park. You made your way over to the park bench before staring at the ground in silence. Thoughts clouded your mind as you waited silently.

“Y/n!” You heard Bucky yell over the rain. He crouched down in front of you while holding an umbrella. “Hey,” he said softly as he wiped your cheeks. “Let’s get you home, doll.” He helped you up and kept you by his side. He gave you worried looks throughout the entire walk home.

Once you made it to the apartment, you made a beeline for the bathroom. He sighed before gathering some clothes for you. He knocked on the bathroom door and opened it slightly when he heard the shower running. “Hey, your clothes are going to be right outside the door.” He stood there waiting for some type of answer only to be met with silence. “We can talk about it if you want?” He sighed once again as he was met with more silence.

You glanced towards the door when you heard it shut. You splashed water on your face before cleaning yourself up. Once finished, you opened the bathroom door. Bucky looked at you with a sad smile. “Hey, doll.” He patted the space next to him on the couch.

Tears clouded your vision once again as you made your way to him. He pulled you into his arms before softly rubbing your back. You began to sob as he whispered comforting words into your ear. “It’s okay, doll. He just wasn’t right for you.”

You sat up slightly and scoffed. You wiped your tears away before looking at Bucky. “Yeah? Then who is? I mean I know I’m unlovable but a girl can dream right?” Bucky frowned.

“Unloveable? You’re not unlovable, doll.” 

You looked away. “No one wants me, Bucky. I’m not, I’m not like other girls. The only way for someone to really love me is in my dreams.” You scoffed. “I mean look at me.”

Bucky felt his heart break as he listened to you vent to him. He hated seeing you like this. So…broken. He pulled you closer before kissing your head. “None of that is true, doll. Everything you say about yourself. It’s not true. Don’t let some asshole put those thoughts in your mind because he was too stupid.” You sniffled as he interlocked your hands. “You know why you’re not unlovable?”

You shook your head as you squeezed his hand.

“It’s because I love you.”

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[queenshelby]

The Last Semester – Part 20

oPairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 856

Warning: Pregnancy Mentioned

For at least ten minutes, the room was quiet while Cillian, Enda and your father finished their beers.

Then, out of the blue, Enda made a statement which Cillian and your father did not want to hear.

‘I was just thinking John…you said that you found the test in the trash, right?’ Enda then asked, causing John to nod.

‘Why you would search through the trash is beyond me but have you considered the possibility that the test isn’t Lorraine’s?’ Enda then said somewhat reluctantly.

‘What do you mean by that man?’ your father asked obliviously while Cillian didn’t put his mind to Enda’s question.

‘I hate to say this but the test could belong to your daughter’ Enda said somewhat amused, causing Cillian to immediately spit out the little bit of beer he had in his mouth.

‘That is not fucking funny man’ Cillian growled, wiping his mouth while John’s chin dropped and he looked at Cillian with anger.

‘In John’s presence I won’t be asking specific questions about the forms of contraception you used when you did the deed, but could it be possible?’ Enda then asked while looking at Cillian

Cillian inhaled sharply, swallowing before standing up and walking to the kitchen while your father was fuming with anger. The thought of you having sex with his friend Cillian was bad enough, but being pregnant with his child was even worse and neither John nor Cillian really wanted to put their minds to this in each other’s presence.

‘Please tell me this isn’t a possibility’ he then growled, following Cillian into the kitchen.

‘I suppose it could be possible’ Cillian said carefully, thinking back to when you had been together last several weeks ago and, just like that Enda had to step in between his two friends when John tried to leash out once again.

Cillian’s mind was working overtime and a sense of nausea overcame him when he thought about the possibility that you could be pregnant.

He couldn’t say anything to either Enda or John and simply went quiet, ignoring any of the questions that were thrown his way until he came back to his senses.

‘What is Y/N’s address?’ Cillian asked, grabbing his car keys as he did.

‘You can’t drive man’ Enda said somewhat concerned.

‘John, where the fuck does she live? I have had two drinks, I am fine to drive’ Cillian said, needing and wanting to talk to you in person.

‘No man, I am not telling you. You need to stay away from her’ John growled with anger.

‘Fuck’ Cillian growled before grabbing the pregnancy test from the living room table and walking outside to his car.

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Before Cillian arrived at your apartment, you already received a heads-up call from your stepmother as Cillian had called by John’s house to ask her for your address since he didn’t have her phone number.

About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang and you buzzed Cillian upstairs to your apartment.

He was angry and upset. His eyes were teary as he stormed inside your apartment.

‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?’ he growled.

‘Tell you what?’ you asked and, just as you did, he put the pregnancy test onto the kitchen counter.

‘Are you?’ he asked and, before you could answer, he asked you another question. ���Is it mine?’ he said which, immediately, caused you to slap him.

‘I can’t believe you would ask me that’ you said angrily before taking a deep breath. ‘Yes Cillian, I am pregnant. With your child. Congratulations! Now go’ you huffed out, causing Cillian’s breath to catch in his throat.

‘Fuck’ he then huffed out, tears building in the corners of his eyes. ‘Fuck fuck fuck’ he then growled again, hitting the kitchen corner with his fist.

‘Yeah, fuck pretty much sums it up’ you said and, just as you did, you could feel Cillian’s hands on yours.

‘You are keeping the baby?’ he asked and you nodded nervously before breaking out crying.  

‘I thought you would’ Cillian said before taking you into his arms, holding you close, which is what you both needed in this moment.

‘We got this’ Cillian then said somewhat calmly after a minute or two as your tears began to stain his white t-shirt.

‘We?’ you asked, looking up at him with some confusion.

‘Well, I am obviously not going to let you go through this on your own. I still love you and I will love our child’ Cillian said, before pulling your chin up, comforting you with a smile.

‘Cillian, I can’t just forgive what has happened. You’ve hurt me’ you huffed out.

‘And I don’t expect you to. Just let me be part of your life and the life of our child’ Cillian then said and you nodded before falling back against his chest.

‘Of course I will’ you said and, just as you did, Cillian’s arms wrapped around you again and he gave you a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

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God Damnit Ransom

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Words: 800+

Summary: Ransom did something stupid and it landed him in the ER. Right where the Reader works.

Warnings: not really any warnings, just a bit of yelling, some cursing, the reader annoyed by Ransom’s behavior, the usual.

a/n: I am running out of ideas. So I wrote this because I thought it was a funny idea. If you have ideas please request them. Ask me for a request. Please! Anyway I hope you like this!

You were working a late shift at the ER. A football game was held in the stadium a few blocks away from the hospital and apparently, someone got tackled and then another person tackled that person. Then the dog pile tripped others but there were a few sprains a few broken bones, and the ER was packed.

You and your co-workers rushed around getting people IVs, stitching up cuts, popping peoples’ shoulders and their noses back in place, and so much more. Man, people are idiots. 

Speaking of idiots, you were sitting behind the desk when the front doors opened. You looked up and saw Ransom walking in. He was gripping his shoulder and he was in his swim trunks and soaking wet. He had two of his friends following him. They were laughing their asses off as Ransom walked up to the front desk. 

“Oh, god. What’d you do now?” You asked, pulling up a brand new patient form. 

“Well, let me explain-” Ransom started to explain, but one of his friends cut him off.

“We went cliff diving and this dumbass decided to try and do a backflip off the cliff. He fucked it up and smacked the water, and his shoulder popped out of the socket.” His friend explained, then started laughing again. 

“God damnit, Ransom.” You groaned and grabbed a clipboard and a pen. “Hey, Zoe. I’m going to take my idiot of a boyfriend to go scan his shoulder.” You told your co-worker, and she nodded and you grabbed Ransom by his ear. 

“Ow, ow, ow. Y/n, please let go.” Ransom groaned, as you dragged him to an empty examination room and threw him onto the medical bed. You sat on the chair in front of the bed and filled out the patient form with Ransom’s information. “Umm… babe, can I get something to help with the pain-”

“Shut it.” You hissed and continued to fill out the form. You finished and then put on some latex gloves and walked up to him. “Move your hands.” You said, and he complied so you could get a better look at his shoulder. You moved his shoulder to the side a bit and he winced, and you looked at the bruises littering his arm. “Oh, my. Ransom, I need to take an x-ray for this.” You stated, shifting his arm to the side. 

“Wait, I need an x-ray?” He asked as you threw away your gloves. 

“Yeah, I’m going to go fill out a form for you. You wait here.” You said and walked out of the room with the clipboard. About twenty minutes, you came back in with Dalton, the x-ray tech. “Ran, this is Dalton he is going to take you to get your x-rays done.” You explained, and Ransom looked confused and a little disappointed.

“Are you going to come with?” He asked, and you shook your head. 

“No, sorry. I have to fill out some paperwork.” You stated, and kissed him on the cheek then patted Dalton on the shoulder and left.

A few hours later, it was about midnight and you were writing up reports from earlier that night. Your eyes were slowly closing when Zoe walked up to you and smacked the counter. You jumped and your eyes snapped open. She handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here, wake up juice.” She said, and you smiled and took a sip of the hot brew. She sat in the seat next to you and held up a napkin.

“What’s that?” You asked and took it from her.

“It’s the phone number from one of Ransom’s friends.” She smiled and took a sip of her coffee. You scoffed and tossed the napkin at her.

“You’re horrible.” You rolled your eyes, “Which one?” 

“From Clay.” She smirked.

“Clay is one of the most basic white guy names ever.” You scoffed and stirred a packet of sugar in your coffee.

“Yeah, but did you see that ass. Yum.” She said dreamingly, and you laughed as Ransom walked out from the back with Dalton. Ransom’s shoulder was in a sling. Dalton handed you his file then walked off. You opened it and read what was really wrong with his shoulder. 

“A fractured collarbone?! Seriously, Ransom?!” You exclaimed and slapped the folder closed. “What did you do? Slam a baseball bat into your neck?!” You asked. 

“No. I pulled something in the gym but didn’t tell you and still went cliff diving.” He explained and hung his head in embarrassment. 

“You fucking idiot.” You groaned and decided to clock out early. “Zoe, you got things here?” You asked as you packed your things. 

“Yeah, you go home take care of him.” She said, and you hugged her and walked back out to the lobby. You walked up to Ransom and linked arms with him. 

You two got home and you gave him his pain meds and put him to bed. The medicine made him drowsy and the alcohol he drank earlier put him to sleep quickly. You grabbed a bottle of merlot from the kitchen and walked into the lounge. You turned the TV on and took a large gulp of wine. You sighed as you slumped on the couch. God, damnit, Ransom.

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Sparks

Chapter Four: A World Where We Can Grow Old

A Reiner x Reader x (Eventual) Jean Fanfic

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SUMMARY: After the fall of Shiganshina, you joined the military along with your brother. You had hoped to bring peace to the world by doing so, but the world was a cruel place. You seemed to lose more than you gained, but there was always someone - someone who made losing just a bit…easier. You hoped you could keep them forever, but was there a guarantee in this world?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here’s the fourth chapter! While things are a bit slow right now, the story’s really going to pick up after this chapter!

WARNINGS (for entire series): Language, explicit violence, talks of death, suicide, trauma, and mental illness, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, and sexuality.

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You and your brother stood beside each other as a stream of smoke poured into the sky. You wondered where it came from, how it got there, why it was there, and your questions were answered once a colossal, red hand slung itself over the wall and grabbed onto it.

You flinched uneasily as your eyes widened in fear.

What’s happening? What’s going on? What is that? Is that… Is that a-

Then, a large, skinless face peeked over, its teeth clenching and its gaze terrifying.

It was. It was a Titan, but how...how could it be that big? It was impossible.

Your body trembled as you reached for Viktor's hand. He met you in the middle, gripping your hand back tightly. You could feel the heat and sweat from his skin, showing just how mortified he was.

“V-Vik-tor, I…” you stuttered, but you couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Your mind was going wild and you could feel your heart clenching in your chest.

What-what do we do? Where’s the Garrison Regiment? Where’s Jannick? Where’s dad?

Anybody?

Then, a sudden force shoved you to the ground as the Titan kicked through the wall, sending chunks of it flying.

People screamed, pushed past each other, and ran for whatever time was left of their lives. However, you couldn’t. You were frozen.

Everything was a blur and your ears filled with static.

What should I do?

However, you didn’t have time to ponder that question as a boulder headed straight for you.

This is it. I’m gonna die.

“(Y/N)! Move! (Y/N)!”

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“(Y/N)!”

You gasped yourself awake, sitting up in a panic.

You were panting heavily with sweat dripping down your forehead. You barely managed to wipe it away with your shaky hand. Matter of fact, your whole body was shaking.

“Are you okay,” Sasha asked, gazing at you with worried eyes. Admittedly, no. Your heart was still beating out of its chest and you felt your head begin to pound. However, you couldn’t dwell on something that has already happened. It’s over.

“I’m fine,” you responded, but the hoarseness of your voice didn’t match your words.

“Are you sure,” she pushed. “Because you don’t look like it.” She gestured to your hand and you were surprised to see that you had been clenching your blanket so tightly that the whites of your knuckles were showing. You hadn’t even realized that you were gripping it.

You let go, your knuckle cracking in the process.

“Yeah,” you nodded and you were about to relax until a new form of panic arose within you. “Wait, Sasha. Are we late?”

“Uh, well…” she trailed off. “We’re about to be.” Your eyes widened as you immediately threw yourself off the bed.

“You should’ve said that to begin with,” you exclaimed, shuffling around for your uniform. “We can’t be late for combat training!”

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You and Sasha made a run for the training grounds and were lucky to see that the rest of the cadets were still waiting for Shadis’s instruction.

You sighed a breath of relief as you lined up beside her, not noticing Reiner standing on the other side of you.

He unconsciously looked you over and noticed your disheveled appearance. You had a bad case of bed hair and a few buckles of your uniform had come undone. He also noticed the sheen of sweat covering your face and how you were breathing a little heavier than normal. Either you just woke up late or something else had happened. He wasn’t sure which.

As Shadis made his way up to the speaking platform, all side conversations came to a halt and he turned to face you all with a hard gaze.

“Alright, maggots,” he shouted, making your ears ring. “Today, we are engaging in combat training! While some of you may think this is unnecessary as you obviously can’t use hand-to-hand combat against a Titan...” You and a few cadets snickered. “Shut up!”

You smirked as he continued on. “As I was saying, if you’re lucky enough to make it into the Top 10 and join the Military Police, you won’t be dealing with Titans. You’ll be dealing with people, criminals, thugs. Likewise with the Garrison Regiment. Therefore, it is important to know basic fighting skills and how to defend yourself in any situation… Do your meager minds understand?!”

“Yes, sir,” you all replied in unison.

“Good, now listen for your partners!”

“Sir, if I may ask, why can’t we choose our own partners,” you asked suddenly, causing your peers to gape at you like they did at orientation. However, you were unfazed, even after Shadis shot you the same death glare as before.

“No, you may not ask, Bauer,” Shadis growled and you attempted to suppress your smile. “Now, run laps until I’ve finished. Afterwards, get your ass handed to you by Braun.”

“Yes, sir,” you saluted, shooting a glance at Reiner as he smirked at you. “If he can even beat me,” you countered, speaking so quietly that only Reiner could hear you.

As you jogged past him toward the dirt track, he watched you with amusement.

You certainly weren’t like the other girls in the Training Corps. You somehow managed to be sweet, fiery, and so sure of yourself all at once. You always spoke your mind and were seemingly fearless, choosing to mess with the scariest person there without a care in the world. Finally, you were awfully kind, taking care of your brother whenever you could and indulging in his own mischievousness, even if it meant the both of you potentially getting trouble. He even saw you do the same with Sasha and Eren.

You truly were something else.

He grinned faintly as he found you smirking back at him.

“We’ll see about that, hotshot,” he murmured.

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Once Shadis had finished announcing everyone’s partners, you jogged over to Reiner, panting slightly.

He raised his eyebrows at you as you came to a stop a few feet in front of him.

“How was the jog,” he teased and you scoffed in response.

“Nothing compared to the swimming I had to endure on the first day,” you admitted, clearing your throat.

“Why do you always annoy him when you know full well what he’s going to do?” The question would have sounded condescending coming from anyone else, but you could tell he was more amused than anything.

“I don’t like him,” you stated bluntly. “And…” your eyes began to soften. “I think we ought to have some fun while we’re here.”

“Huh,” he breathed, taken aback by your answer.

Fun? In times like these, he thought to himself.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you chuckled. “Fun? In times like these? I know. The world is so dark these days, but I think we need to be reminded that we’re still alive. We need to laugh, smile, feel happiness. Most importantly, be human and how could we do that if we’re scared or in grief all the time? I still don’t like him, but if you all are entertained along the way, fine by me.”

He gazed at you admirably, unsure of how to process your words. He felt...conflicted more than anything.

“You really are one of a kind, (Y/N),” he commented, his voice coming out smoother than how he felt on the inside.

Your cheeks blushed faintly as you grinned.

“If I didn’t know any better, Reiner, I’d say you were flirting with me rather than trying to fight me,” you cooed and he let out a chuckle through his nose.

“And what if I was,” he suggested with a glint in his eyes.

“I'd still say to fight me.”

You raised your arms in a fighting stance and he quirked his eyebrow at you.

“I haven’t seen a stance like that before,” he observed, putting his own arms up. “Where’d you learn it?”

“Enough talking!”

You charged at Reiner with a plan already in mind.

I’ll go for a punch towards his face. Once he decides to either block it or pull away from it, I’ll sweep his legs right from underneath him.

You went for your punch, but he unexpectedly didn’t do either. He instead grabbed your fist tightly, not allowing you to pull away, and twisted your arm behind your back. He pulled you against him and your face heated up as his chest pressed into you.

“I don’t think you expected that, (Y/N),” he whispered, his breath fanning your cheek. “I thought I wasn’t going to be able to beat you.” You honestly thought so too, but you were overconfident. It made sense that he was able to stop you. He was confident too, but just the right amount. He also knew how to fight.

Although your arm was starting to hurt from his grip, you still smirked with excitement.

“The fight doesn’t end until one of us is pinned down,” you stated, stomping down on his foot.

He groaned as he released his hold on you and you threw your head back, coming into contact with his chin. As a result, he lost his footing and you took the opportunity to crouch down and swipe your leg underneath his. He fell to the ground and you threw yourself on top of him. You bent your right leg at the knee and dug it into his thigh, holding his other leg down in the process. You used your left foot to keep one of his arms down. Then, you pinned his wrist with one of your hands and used the other to keep his head against the ground. You smiled, letting out a quick exhale.

“I pinned you.”

“Let’s make a deal,” and you gaped down at him in surprise. Why did he look and sound so nonchalant despite his position?

“What?”

“Whoever’s pinned down last has to do something for the other,” he explained.

“If you can even-“ Before you could finish, he propped his knee up from under you and your foot slid off his wrist. He gripped you from your collar and threw you over, causing you to land on the opposite side of his head. You went to do a kip up, but he grabbed you by the shoulder of your jacket and dragged you until you were within straddling range. He got on top of you as he smiled faintly.

“That’s what we have to find out.”

After that, you both spent the next half hour pinning each other down until Shadis told everyone to stop.

You gasped for air as you pinned Reiner’s wrists above his head and used your knees to keep his legs in place. He was breathing heavily as well, his stomach on the ground and his cheek pushing against the dirt.

“I-I win,” you announced, tightening your hold on him as a reminder.

“I can see that,” he strained, barely looking at you from the corner of his eye. “You win.”

You sighed in satisfaction and let him go, finally standing up. You wiped excess sweat and dirt off your forehead, watching as he turned over and sat up with a grunt.

“You’re an impressive fighter, (Y/N),” he complimented. “I think you’re as good as Annie.”

“Well, you’re not too bad yourself,” you admitted. “I haven’t had a fight like that in awhile.”

“So, then,” he started. “What do you want?”

“Huh?” You blushed slightly as you scratched the back of your head. “I haven’t thought that far ahead… What did you even want?”

“I wanted you to answer a question of mine,” he revealed, a darkness creeping on his cheeks.

“Just a question,” you asked in disbelief. “All of that for a question? What is it?”

“Why'd you join the military?”

“That question again? Well, I guess I never answered you to begin with,” you remembered. “Silly, you could’ve just asked me instead of letting me beat you up.”

“I didn’t know how to bring it up again without it seeming weird,” he confessed and you shook your head.

“It wouldn’t have. I like talking to you.”

You extended your hand out to him and the moment his fingers brushed yours, you felt what could only be described as a jolt of electricity running through you and you took a step back.

You looked down at him and he stared back at you with a similar expression - utter confusion.

Did he feel that too?

“Um, sorry,” you apologized, laughing slightly. “It must’ve been static.”

“No worries,” he assured with a chuckle and you stuck your hand out once again.

He took it graciously and thanked you as you hoisted him up. You nodded, gazing at him right after.

“I joined the military because I want to live in a world where the only concern is growing old,” you finally answered. “I don’t want us to worry about walls, Titans, or whatever the hell else could be out there. I just want us to be happy and have the freedom to live our lives to the fullest... Does that...sorta answer your question?”

It did, it really did. So, why did Reiner still feel a pang in his chest? Why was he hoping for a more selfish answer? Why did he want your answer to not be as noble as the one you gave? Why did he want you to be...less human?

In the end, he knew the answers to all these questions. He didn’t want to feel guilty for what he had done and what he was going to do...but everyone was making it extremely difficult. (Y/N) especially.

As you both smiled at each other, one question plagued his mind.

Why were the Devils of Paradis…so human?

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CHOOSE

Alexander “Tig” Trager x Reader

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“So, what about (Y/N) and you?” Bobby asks sipping from his beer.

“What about what?”

“Ar'ya alrede' ‘official’”? Chibs adds while Jax, Juice and Happy leans above the table with a naughty smile drawn on their lips, palming the picnic table and making some noise.

“She's just a groupie, man”.

You can't hear Tig chuckling, because of the sound your heart does by breaking itself is louder.

“A groupie?” Jax's voice sounds confused, raising a blonde eyebrow as the palms stops.

“Yeah, you know. She's not one of those bitches that come here to eat us. But she's not my girl either. We just have fun”.

“You just have fun?” Juice asks incredulous, shaking his head just for a moment.

“Yeah, man! I must say I have eaten a lot of pussies, but, shit! Hers is a fucking delight. And she doesn' have any contagious disease, that's an important plus too”.

“If she was my mom, I would pull out your eyes”. The scratchy voice of Happy appears from nowhere, somewhat disappointed. “And I would eat them”.

“What the fuck?”

“Brother, that girl really lose her shit for you”. Bobby says, because it's something pretty obvious. “And you can say whatever you wan', but you're strained to the bone for that sassy girl”.

Tig's laughs flood the main yard, before drinking his beer.

“Man, you call her when we're ridin'. And her house it's the first stop when you come back”. Juice assures placing his forearms over the table.

“Yea', and you also have clothes in her house, and she in yours”. Jax hit the wood with his knuckles, watching the look on his face trying to hide how right they are.

“Oh! And remember that time (Y/N) told us that Tig brought breakfast at bed”. Ratboy palms Happy chest breaking into laughter, joying the talk, sitting by his side.

“We didn't even know you cook, brother”.

“C'mon, shut up!”

“And tha time ya brought ha' flowers”. Chibs points at Tig with pursed lips joking on him.

“Yeah, that was pretty romantic”. Jax continues with the jokes, making him feel angrier.

“I said she's just a fuckin' groupie. We fuck when I want. That's all”. Trager finishes the conversation, upset of their brothers teasing him about you.

Sitting on the sofa under the closest open window to them, you rest an empty beer on your lap. With your eyes on it and an incessant pain growing in your chest, lash after lash, you don't even know who the fuck are you. Then, the last year has been a lie. All those times he said he loved you, they were a lie. All those times he said he missed you, they were a lie. All those times he said you he didn't want a life without you, they were a lie. Like many others. Yes, he never asked you to be his girlfriend, but you didn't know he had to do it to make it ‘official’. You thought it was implicit in the fact that you really look like a couple. Not like Tara and Jax, but somewhat like. And it's confusing look back and seeing all the shit he did for you and all the shit you did for him, only to hear that your a clean pussy to put his cock in whenever he needs it. No feelings. No compromise. No nothing. Just sex.

You take off the black high-heels, holding them by the strips, leaving away the beer. Getting up and putting on well the dress you bought for him, feeling stupid on one of these garments, you walk barefoot towards the exit door at the end of the hallway' dorms. Your car is parked there. Safe from the Sons' of other subsidiaries and their non expected fights just for fun. The only thing you want to do is drive your way back home and hide in your bed of the shame you're feeling, after listening him talking like that about you with his friends.

“Brother, listen”. Jax sits on the nearest stool at the bar. “I lost Tara for fourteen years, don' commit my mistake”.

Tig has another shot, ripping his throat as he cleans his mouth with the back of the left hand.

“I was fuckin' scared of seeing that I was in love with her. We do all this shit that has our families in a continuous danger, but I don' regret about what I feel for my wife”. He defends the point of view he's trying to make him understand. “She's a good girl and you look focused since you met. Think about it”.

The other man doesn't say anything with the blue eyes placed on some bottles in front of him.

“You ok?” Tara's voice pushes you to reality.

You shake your head somewhat confused, raising your gaze towards her.

“I've been standing there for the last five minutes, without you noticing it”. She chuckles, closing the door behind her back to have a sit at the desk, having a quick look of the medical records on it. “Too much work?”

“I wish… It's been a quiet day and I need to distract myself”.

“It's everything okay? Didn' Tig like the dress?”

By the look on your face, putting away your eyes, Tara knows something isn't going well. You leave a heavy sigh, closing your eyes just to contain a wild tear.

“I'm just a… pussy for him”.

“What the hell…? Don't tell that, (Y/N). Maybe he's not the most romantic man on earth, but he loves you”.

“Yes, that what I thought”. Laughing somewhat bittersweet, you put your arms above the table. “Last night I heard him talking with the guys. Telling them I'm just a groupie to fuck when he needs it”.

The woman snorts resting her back on the chair, rubbing her eyes with both hands.

“The only difference between those... bitches he used to fuck and me, it's that I don't have HIV”.

“Maybe he was dru—”.

“I never heard Jax talk about you, as Tig talked about me, when he's drunk”. You reiterate shrugging your shoulders. “He just… told me all that bullshit about love and a family and a future to suck his cock. And I was so fuckin' stupid that I believed him…”

“I'm sorry, sweetheart”.

“Yeah, I'm too”. You answer getting up and taking off the medical gown to hang it on the coat rack. “I'm done with my meetings. Could you tell Marcia I wasn't feeling okay and I went home?”

“Yes, sure. Don't worry about it”.

All his stuff is already on a plastic bag. His clothes, his motorbike' things for when he travels… Everything. It was painful collect them all, with his smell flooding your room while you were keeping them. Placing it over the table in the kitchen, you sit there just waiting for him to come. You didn't call him, but even if he lied to you, you know something about him. So, when he didn't find you last night, he probably went first to the hospital by morning. And proving that you're right, the roar of his engine comes closer as he reaches your house. Crossing the back door in front of you, he takes off the helmet putting inside it the leather gloves and the sunglasses.

“Your boss told me you weren' feeling ok, what's up?” He asks truly worried, or at least seems like. Leaning forward he tries to kiss you, but you pull away your face without any words.

Now he's confused as fuck, getting up finding the bag on the table. Opening it with his forefinger to have a quick look twisting the neck just for a second, the blue eyes go straight you.

“What's that?”

“Your things. I want you to leave”.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He demands making some gesture with both hands, as you get up of the chair.

“I'm not the one who lied every time I said ‘I love you’!” You push him away when he tries to take a step next to you, with all the pain concentrated on it.

“The fuck does it means? I didn' fuckin' lie to you”.

“Yeah, that's what you tell me in the meantime you tell your friends I'm just a clean pussy!”

“Who told you about that…?” He snorts cross-armed, supporting his waist against the counter.

“Nobody! I fuckin' hear you, Trager!” You scream totally mad, throwing him the plastic bag. “I just… fuckin' thought that someday you really would want to have a family... Shit, I'm so fucking stupid I feel so sorry for myself…”

“Sunshine, list—”.

“Go fuck yourself!” You push him away again, as he tries to grab your wrists, stirring under his grip. “You're a fucking dickhead!”

“Calm fuckin' down and listen!” He shouts at you for first time since you know him. Your heart stop, as your body does. Not because you're afraid, but because it's enough for you.

“I don' wanna see you anymore… Leave me alone”. You almost beg to him, shutting up some sobs stuck in your throat and your gaze away from the man.

He just nods in silence knowing that you are not going to come to your senses right now. So he grabs his things with anger, before throwing your house's keys on the table. Only when he disappear from the kitchen is when you break in tears. You had too much contained in your heart and you can't help but cry louder than never. Sometimes you have had fantasies about living together, having some free days and getting lost on the road, with nobody close to bother you. Sometimes you also have had fantasize of a kid running through your house calling him “daddy”. But it was just that. A year full of lies and a bunch of fantasies.

“What's that?” Bobby asks behinds the bar lifting up an eyebrow.

Tig throws the bag to the nearest wall, furious with himself and the way he has fucked up. His heart is beating fast, having a sit on a stool and grabbing a bottle of whisky to drink from it. There's no music in the clubhouse, just silence, so his guilty becomes louder of what he said. All those words dancing around him once and again.

“Clothes?” Juice asks taking the bag to open it confused.

“(Y/N) heard me last night”. He answers with his eyes getting reddened, trying to hold in the tears.

“I would have rip off your chest with a knife wetted on vinegar and salt”. Happy says without losing sight of the tip of the pool stick. After hit the white one, he raises his eyes towards him. “Later I would have pissed on you. Be thankful she kept your things in a bag”.

Jax looks at the ex-nomad not knowing why he's surprised about his threats. Walking close to Tig, with both hands inside the pockets, he supports a forearm against the bar.

“Now, what?” The president asks, lifting his chin in a simple gesture.

“Now nothing. I already lost her for being a fuckin' asshole. That's all”.

“Yeah, brotha, ya said fuckin' mean thengs bout ha'”. Chibs palms his back a little bit harder, making him spit the whisky in his mouth.

“Even if we were jokin'... Fuck man…” Jax shakes his head sighing, having a quick look of the Sons' faces. “Wan'me to talk with her?”

“No. I will… try to fix it”. He coughs by clearing his throat after the hit, having another sip.

“One year enduring your bullshit…” Bobby clicks his tongue, leaning above the bar. “I thinks it's fuckin' obvious what you should do, Tiggy”.

“Yes”. Juice, Chibs and Jax said in unison.

“That's the only way to fix it. And if you don' think so, then leave her alone”. In moments like that, Tig sees how much Jax looks like his father, with all those advices and wise words. “She's not a warm pussy, she's a woman who didn' care you're mentally fucked and who didn' care about what you do with the club”.

“I know…”

“Then, choose”. Palming the wooden bar, Jax finishes the conversation as if it was a table-business to Samcro.

[hawks-supremacy]

New Beginnings - Rejection

A/N: This had nothing to do with the story but have you listened to Nickleback’s Rockstar Sea Shanty? It’s kind of a bop tbh. 

Warnings: Swearing? That’s to be expected from me tbh.

Word count: 1.7k

Masterlist

You woke up the next morning with the blinds being torn open and three boys shouting. You sat up and groaned as you covered your face. “Shut up I have a headache.” You said as they all laughed at you. The pounding in your head only seemed to get louder as they started talking. You opened one eye as someone nudged you and you saw a glass of water and some headache meds, you let out a thank you as you downed them both. 

“You may have a headache but you also have work in an hour.” As Suga finished his sentence you shot out of bed, regretting the action immediately. You glanced at the clock on the wall before going into the bathroom and hurriedly changing into your work clothes. 

As you entered the kitchen you saw Saeko cooking lunch. “How the hell do you not have a pounding headache, I recall you drinking just as much as me.” You asked as you sat in the empty spot at the table, squinting at the bright lights. You heard her laugh and mention something about being a lightweight as she set a plate of food in front of you. You scoffed and quickly started scarfing down the greasy breakfast.

“Why don’t you slow down before we’re making a field trip to the er.” You shook your head at Saeko’s words, and Suga mentioned how you had to work soon and you were walking. “Why didn’t you just say so dummy. I can just give you a ride so calm down.” You slowly nodded and finished chewing your food before saying a thank you. 

You all finished eating and piled into Saeko’s car so she could drop everyone off at their respective places. As you got into the passenger seat she handed you a pair of sunglasses seeing the way you squinted at the bright sun, “Honestly Y/n, why don’t you just call off work. You look like shit and you can barely keep your eye open because of how bright it is. Lord knows what the fluorescent lights are gonna be like on your eyes.”

You shrugged and winced as she hit a bump in the road, “There isn’t anyone to cover my shift, I think Ukai leaves early and then it’s just me closing. Besides it shouldn’t be that busy and maybe he’ll just let me sit behind the counter and wallow in self pity.” Saeko laughed at your statement as she pulled to a stop. You said your goodbye to everyone as you exited the vehicle.

You mindlessly walked in and clocked in before you went into the back area to set your stuff down and put your apron on. Upon walking back out to the front you saw Ukai finishing up putting out the rest of the freight you got in. “You probably have a hangover, so you can just sit back all day if you want.” You gave him a look of confusion, how did he know you were drinking last night? “You don’t remember do you?” You shook your head and he let out a soundless laugh, “That’s alright, just sit at the counter and ring people up, it’ll be fine for today.”

“Uh thanks, I guess.” You sat down at the counter. You were thankful that Saeko let you keep her sunglasses for the day because she was right the lights are super fuckin bright. “So uh, I’m scared to ask, but what did I do last night? I mean how did you know I was drinking?” You decided to break the silence in the room after a half an hour of no talking.

He walked over and sat on the second stool beside the counter before talking, “You sent me some lovely texts last night. Full of gibberish, can’t even understand what you’re trying to say in them.” He laughed as you put your head in your hands and groaned. You let out a muffled sorry and it just made him laugh harder than before. “What were you even doing last night? Were you at a bar?”

Flashbacks to you and Saeko talking about your crush on the person sitting in front of you played in your mind. You felt your face grow hotter before speaking, “No I was at Tanaka’s house hanging out with his older sister. She had alcohol so of course we drank it. I guess we drank a little too much huh?” 

After three hours of talking Ukai looked at the time on his phone and got up saying it was time for him to go and walked into the back, presumably to leave for the night. You assumed he had errands to run. As he left to the back you got out your phone to see what exactly you texted Ukai. Upon reading the texts you realized that he probably could tell what you were saying and just chose to ignore it for your sake. You were extremely grateful for that. You glanced up as you heard him come back out a while later. You took in his nice appearance, “Where are you going so dressed up?” You asked out of curiosity.

He avoided eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I uh, have a date in a little bit, I’m about to go pick her up.” You felt your heart break a little bit with his words. You smiled brightly at him and told him to have fun. You waved as he walked out of the shop and you deflated. Obviously he would like you back, you were just someone he worked with who had a small schoolgirl crush on him. He could clearly decipher your texts last night so he knows you like him or at least find him attractive, so you took this as rejection. 

The last few hours of your shift went slow, but before you knew it you were home. You let out a sigh as you plopped down on the couch next to Suga. “Why do guys suck. Also why are you here? No offense.” 

Suga laughed as you leaned against him, “I don’t know why guys suck. To answer your question though I just got back from a date with your brother. Why do you say guys suck?” You whipped away from him as you turned to where your brother was frozen in the doorway. He slowly started to turn around to go back to where he came from before you jumped up and grabbed his arm. You walked back to the couch where you forced him to sit a spot away from Suga.

“You guys finally went on a date?!” They both nodded as they blushed and looked away from each other. “Are you together now?” They shrugged as they shyly made eye contact, having a silent conversation. You narrowed your eyes as they started to gesture and mouth words to each other before Suga looked at you and let out a firm “yes”. “Okay now that you guys are officially dating I need to have the talk with you,” as they both let out noises of disgust and protests you sighed, “not that talk. My god you guys are nearly in college I would hope you know about that talk. If you don’t, just google it. Anyway! Daichi if you hurt Suga I’m kicking your ass. Suga if you hurt Daichi, well he can handle it himself. Although I’m sure you won’t hurt each other. Now that that’s done, get out of my face. I’m very happy for the both of you. I was rooting for DaiSuga but I don’t want to be near a couple right now. I’m pretty sure I was just rejected, so.”

Daichi raised his hand before speaking, “I have multiple questions.” Suga put his hand down before telling him “not now” as he stood up and ushered you to your room leaving your brother very confused and slightly hurt that his boyfriend just ditched him for his sister.

“What happened? What do you mean you’re pretty sure you were just rejected?” Suga asked as he closed the door to your room and sat down next to you on your bed. You handed him your phone with it open on the texts you sent to Ukai last night. “Oh honey, who let you drunk text last night? He didn’t say anything though, so how was this him rejecting you?” 

You took back your phone and closed it as you plugged it in, “You dumbass, why didn’t you take my phone as the alcohol was being poured.” He shrugged and let out a small sorry before you continued, “And that wasn’t the rejection. The rejection was when I went to work today and he told me he couldn’t understand it when you clearly can and then he went on a date. So clearly he doesn’t like me back if he’s going on dates.” 

Suga hummed in thought, “Maybe the date was already planned and he felt bad cancelling. Or he lied to see how you’d react. Maybe he wants to see if what you said last night was true or if it was just you being drunk.”

You let out a sound of agreement, “Yeah but I feel like he would just ask, he’s not the kind of person to beat around the bush and drop subtle hints at what he wants. Whatever, either way I don’t wanna talk about it tonight. So when did you and my brother agree to go on this date?” You asked with a small smile.

He sighed dramatically as he fell over, “Noya and Tanaka talked me into it last night. While you guys were drinking in the living room they convinced me to call Daichi and ask him out. It was so embarrassing.” 

It was your turn to laugh as he covered his face as it turned red. “Regardless of how it happened I’m glad it did. Now I don’t have to hear your guy’s pathetic excuses for flirting or you guys both gush about the other person. I was getting tired of pretending like the sexual tension wasn’t suffocating every time we were in the same room.” You both laughed as Suga began hitting you with a pillow telling you to shut up.

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bad days are better with you

Pairing: sakusa x reader 

summary/warnings: you make his nights and life better/manga spoilers thats it/oh and as per usual w/ me youre in your 20s if that matters to you

wc: 800

The tv consumes the living room when Sakusa finishes his shower. He’d come home after a long day, hardly offering a hello as he rushed towards the shower. As he stood in the hallway he eyed you carefully. The over sized sweatshirt, paired with shorts and then fuzzy socks confusing him. Were you cold or not? Your occasional laughs brought the tiniest smile to his face as he felt the pull towards you. 

The way you offered a soft smile as he slotted his way in between your legs to rest his head on your chest made his heart swell. “Rough day Yoomi?” Your knowing tone caused another exhausted sigh to escape his lips, as he slipped his hands up the sweatshirt to rest on your sides. Rough was an understatement. From the way Bokuto and Hinata were way too loud, to how Atsumu was extra annoying, to the bucket of dirty mop water accidentally being knocked over in the locker room. Even worse was how he’d accidentally dropped his clean post practice shirt on the floor and into the water causing him to have to wear his earlier shirt back home. The only thing he wanted at this point was your and your love.

“Wanna talk about it?” You'd paused your show as you brought your hands to his scalp, noticing his hair had still been slightly damp. “What are you watching,” The way he changed the subject answered your question, and he felt himself thankful to be with someone who knew him enough to drop the subject.”Teen Wolf,” you hummed mindlessly playing with the dark strands. 

The two of you stay like that for a while. Your hands in his hair, his gently grazing up and down your sides. The only sounds from either of you are the occasional bits of commentary you offer. After the second episode you begin to shift uncomfortably. “Stop moving.” The words come out muffled from your shirt and you could only groan. “My legs are cramping up.” Sakusa reluctantly moves, eyeing you boredly. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I needed to stretch.” Pausing the show, you stand before making your way to the kitchen. Sakusa watches you carefully as you wash your hands before reaching into the freezer to pull something out, placing it on the counter. He only moves when you motion him to join you, two spoons being waved around. “Since you don’t want to talk about it, let's eat. Its my special feel better ice cream and I'm letting you have some.” Your tease comes as you slide the treat near him.

“Straight out the container? That's disgusting.” You only shrug at his scowl before dipping your own spoon in. “Well normally I’m the only one eating it.” You slide the container even closer to him. “You're still spreading germs.” Despite his scowl, he begrudgingly takes the other spoon, eying the ice cream. “Besides, do you really care about my germs.” The way your tongue licks at the ice cream covered spoon almost has him cracking a smile at the insinuation. 

“Yes. They’re still germs.” The laugh that comes out your mouth has him sprouting his first smile of the day. He only shrugs as you playfully call him a jerk. He looks at the way your eyes light in joy as you continue eating, and he finds himself dipping into the ice cream as well. “It’s good right?” He only offers a quick nod, as you make a joke about now having to buy enough for both of your bad days. 

“Oh yeah. while I was at work today, I looked up some more venues and-”

“Shouldn’t you be working while at work.” Sakusa takes your spoon from you before opting to put the ice cream up. He doesn’t want you to get full off of that instead of an actual meal. “Yeah whatever, anyways. Yoomi its so pretty, I think I want to go take a look at it whenever you have a free weekend.” The words cause Sakusa eyes to trail to the piece of jewelry occupying your ring finger. That's right, he is supposed to be planning a wedding. The thought causes a warm feeling to consume him. To have a million more nights like this, despite your unsanitary habits sounds like heaven. Hopefully they’re under better circumstances, and not his soured moods. He came home, hoping to feel better and like always you delivered. 

“Hey (Y/N).” Your eyes narrow as the way he cuts you off had been a huge indicator that he hadn’t heard a single word you said. Hands settle up your hoodie yet again to rest on your bare waist as you look up at Sakusa. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

a/n: yeah i did the first 3 paragraphs weeks ago and at the time had every intention on turning this to ma makeout session but coming back to it 2 weeks later i lost that motivation. But in general i’m feeling really unmotivated and dont really like this so i might remove it. But yeah i’ve personally decided that sakusa has a secondary love language pf physical touch (only in private dont get your hopes up) because i can :) he gets extra soft when hes feeling like shit because i say so. 

[ajokeformur-ray]

I was thinking maybe if (J x Pat x Reader) made/had dinner together?

Katieeee ~ 🥰����🥰 hiiiii, darling!!!!😊 I had so much fun writing this! I hope that you enjoy it. It’s been a while since I wrote for the Ledger!OT3 so you’ll have to forgive anything rusty.

Please send @loveletterstoledger some love, she was so kind to read this over for me while it was being written and to tell me if these men were in character. I love you so much, angel!💙

Word count: 1, 714.

When you had somewhat jokingly said to J several days ago that you liked to live dangerously and that you wished you could do it more often...

... This hadn’t been what you had had in mind.

In fact, if you had known that this was what J had been planning, you would have backpedalled so fast out of that conversation that you would have slipped off the proverbial cliff.

You had been exhausted lately; everything was just too much and so overwrought were you that you barely had the energy to even think about making dinner for the three of you, let alone to actually do it.

You opened the freezer, sifted the contents around, and tried to concentrate on making a list of what you needed more of. 

You liked to do multiple things at once to at least give yourself the feeling of being put together,

But control is an illusion, this you knew, as did J.

So when you dropped the bag of frozen peas because the grip in your fingers suddenly went slack and you didn’t respond to Pat’s gentle calling of your name, J knew that you needed to give up the illusion for one night.

Enough was enough and if there was one thing J didn’t tolerate, it was you suffering in any kind of way.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Pat tried to get your attention once more and you seemed to finally register him as you nodded.

“What? Yeah, just - tired, is all. M’fine.”

You relinquished your grip on the bag of peas and Pat scoffed, his dark brows furrowed.

He, too, couldn’t abide even the idea of you suffering. Keeping you safe and healthy and happy was the one thing which held he and J together, most especially because you knew how to break through Pat’s tendency to jump to the defense quickly, and you could see through J’s attempts to put those very walls up in the younger man.

And love... Oh, there was so much of it between the three of you that sometimes did it feel like a fourth presence in the room, watching over the three human inhabitants and giving them a safe and homely feel when they three were all together at the end of a long day.

Pat shook his head in disbelief. He shot J a look over your shoulder and the elder man shrugged. 

Despite his casual attitude, however, J’s chocolate gaze was pinned on you. He didn’t like this. not one bit.

“You’re not fine. Come here, love.” With one hand on your elbow, Pat reached across the room and somehow grabbed a chair. He pulled it towards you and looked at you expectantly.

When you didn’t immediately react, Pat huffed again and pointedly - but with care - pushed down on your shoulder with the hand that had been wrapped around your elbow. “Sit down before you fall down, Y/N. You’re exhausted. When was the last time you went to sleep?”

“Last night. Haven’t been sleeping well, but I have been sleeping. I’m fine, Pat.”

J had been watching this exchange quietly. He said nothing, but he took in Pat’s tender frustration, your exhaustion and your obvious want for a night for your two loves by your side, where they belonged.

“You, ah - ya’ still want a taste of danger, doll?” 

You eyed J warily but he remained undeterred.

“Why don’t, ah - why don’t the kid and I make dinner, hm? Ya’ can sit and - “ J waved a hand around like he was trying to conjure the words up out of nowhere, “look pretty.” You sat there staring at J in disbelief and he nodded in approval. “Ya’ a natural!” 

You felt your face heat up in a blush at the easy compliment and J’s eyes seemed to deepen as he stood there looking at you, exhausted but still trying to function at your usual level.

You were a strong one; he had taught you that, and he was proud of you.

If J got his way, then dinner would be some paper takeaway menus and a phone call.

But Pat was a natural caregiver and you were worried enough as it was.

The last thing the younger of the two men wanted you to worry about was where the money for the takeaway was going to come from, and so he resolved to make you something.

It had been J’s idea and so the clown was going to help, whether he wanted to or not. 

There was nothing Pat wouldn’t do for you and in truth was J much the same. 

Though the two men were quite different, you were their common interest and the glue which held them together. 

This night was your comfort paramount, so exhausted were you and so desperately did you not even want to have to worry about even the small things.

With the decision made, J began to open cupboards, his eyes scanning the contents before he moved onto the next cupboard, not shutting anything, and Pat swore under his breath and began to move up behind J.

Pat pulled bits and pieces from the cupboards as he went, “J, will you stop? We’re meant to be helping, not create more mess!”

J grunted in acknowledgement that Pat had spoken and the younger man correctly translated the noise to be one of agreement, though J went no further.

He did, however, pointedly slam a cupboard door shut, making Pat clench his jaw against saying something as he began to put a meal together for the three of you. 

The peas you had grabbed earlier, some pasta (catered to any dietary restrictions or choices you had), some spices... a few more things from the freezer...

It had meant to be a group effort to make dinner but what ended up happening was that J leaned against the counter beside the oven top and made sassy comments with his arms folded over his eccentrically covered chest, and you approached Pat once steam began to curl up from the various saucepans and frying pans to wrap your arms around his waist.

You curled into Pat and he hummed, tipping his head back distractedly to awkwardly press a kiss to the nearest parts of you he could reach. 

Pat was fully focused on making dinner and his dark brows were furrowed as he taste tested and then chucked the used teaspoons into the sink. A double dipper he was not.

“Dinner’s ready. J, can you - “

Before Pat had finished speaking, you pulled away from him and J had, already in his hands, three plates. 

And so it continued that at the point where Pat would ask for something, J had already done it, and you realised that J hadn’t just been tormenting Pat.

He had been keeping the younger man company, observing how he cooked and how he preferred his food, and making sure that Pat didn’t hurt himself as he prepared dinner.

J cared and it made your heart swell in your chest at how subtle J’s affections were unless one knew how to look for them.  

Pat noticed, too, and as he grabbed two plates to take them over to the table, he casually kissed J’s cheek. “Getting soft in your old age, J?”

“Care-ful, kid-do,” J’s words were soaked in amusement - he enjoyed the banter as much as Pat did. “This old man’s not slow.”

You three sat at the table and Pat kept an eye on you as you both ate; J, for his part, was more preoccupied with keeping an eye on his younger partners. 

He wasn’t all that hungry, anyway, and he had seen some poptarts in the cupboard... 

To J’s relief, his younger partners had eaten, and he felt a part of himself, a part he liked to hide and otherwise deny even to his own self, become relieved to know that the people he chose to spend his precious time with were taking care of themselves - even if your own hand had been forced.

“Thank you for dinner, Pat,” Instead of simply getting up and starting with the dishes, you sat further forward and wrapped your arms around Pat’s neck. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” Pat kissed the side of your head and then you turned to the side, slowly unfurling your arms from around Pat and throwing yourself at J, who let you clamber onto his lap before his arms slinked around your waist like a sleepy boa constrictor; ensnared were you by all that the clown was, all that he had ever been and all that he would ever be.

“Someone’s sleepy, hm?”

You nodded, wanting to just... sink into royal purple and charcoal grey and to never again resurface. 

The heartbeat which pounded strongly in your ear was the lullaby which was sending you closer to a threshold consciousness, and you jolted upwards.

You had gotten so good at catching your own fall over the years.

J’s large, hot hand smoothed over the expanse of your back. He didn’t want to let you go, but he knew that you were close to giving in to your exhaustion and the dinner table was not the place for it.

“Here, Pat - let me do the dishes because you cooked.”

You made your way over to the sink with the dishes in your hands and once again did it seem as though Pat and J had a conversation over your shoulder, for the decision was not yours to make.

“A-ta-ta, no.” J seized the plates from you and dumped them in the sink. “Leave ‘em.”

You knew what J was trying to say: the dishes could wait. You, J’s greatest priority alongside Pat, couldn’t.

“Don’t be shocked, but - “ Pat wrapped an arm around you and tugged you into his side, “I’m with J on this one. Dishes can wait.”

Your eyes turned from one chocolate gaze to the other as exhaustion truly swept you up into its current.

Only Pat’s hold on you prevented you from being carried away by it and all you could say was, “cuddle pile?”

Pat’s grin made your heart drop to your stomach and J’s smirk made it melt.

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