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mountttmase · 10 months

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You Know I’ll Always Be Here

Note - just a cute little fic cause I love my man 🥺 nothing United related just in case you need a break but thank you to the anon who requested it. I really hope you like it and I’d love some feedback 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 2.4K

Warnings - fluff

Your heart sunk as the final whistle blew, England had lost and were not advancing to the finals. This was supposed to be their year and now it was all over.

Your eyes were trained on Mason as he made his way around the pitch to hug everyone, putting a a brave face and making sure the rest of his team were okay before he fell to his knees, chest against the grass and he buried his head in his arms.

Your heart broke for him, having never seen him look so defeated before. Usually he was good at keeping his emotions in check until the pair of you were alone but he obviously couldn’t do it today and all you wanted to was run to him and comfort the boy you loved in anyway you could.

Mason also says felt like he’d never done enough after games like today, but right now you didn’t think he could of given anymore. After a goal and an assist in extra time it still wasn’t enough to send the three lions through and everything he’d worked for was now in tattered pieces around him.

‘Y/n, you coming?’ Lauren asked holding her hand out to you and you took it quickly, following behind her and baby Jude down the stairs towards the pitch.

‘Wait, where are we going?’ You asked as you followed her down to the sidelines but you could see what was happening before she spoke, watching the as the players family members filtered onto the pitch to pull their loved ones into a comforting embrace to try and soothe their pain.

Your eyes caught Debbie’s as you made it to the bottom of the stairs and you made your way over to her and Tony, pulling them both into a hug and you could sense their disappointment from their faces. Normally you would sit with them but Lauren had asked if you could sit with her today to help look after baby Jude and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity of spending time with your favourite little boy.

‘Shall we go over then?’ You asked them both and you felt Tony place his hand on your shoulder whilst giving you a knowing look.

‘You go, love. I don’t think he’ll want to be crowded and he probably just wants you right now. We can speak to him after’ he reassured you as Debbie squeezed your hand.

‘Give him a kiss from us’ she laughed and you gave them both a quick hug, thanking them for trusting you with their little boy’s happiness like they seemed to be doing. You knew it must of been hard for them but they also knew what was best for their son and what he probably wanted right now, your heart hammering at the thought of being Masons trusted person.

‘Are you sure?’ You breathed but they reassured you it was fine, and you trusted that they knew what Mason needed more than he did so with one last hug you made your way back to Lauren so you could find your boys together.

Just as you’d predicted, Mason and Dec were close to each other. Dec patting Mason on the back as he lay on the floor still and your heart broke as you saw him still down and so defeated. Sure games hadn’t gone his way in the past and you’d comforted him when he was upset but this seemed different and you had to pull yourself together before making your way over to be whatever he needed.

‘I’ll go get Dec’ you told Lauren, making your way over to the pair of them and Decs head shot up as he felt your presence. You could tell he was sad as he stood up, having known him for a while you could read him like a book just like Mason as they shared so many of the same mannerisms and you pulled him into a quick hug as you patted him on the back.

‘I’m so sorry, Dec. You played really well’ you told him and he looked down at you with an appreciative smile, eyes a little glossy and he finally started to let his walls down.

‘Thanks, y/n’ he laughed, ruffling your hair slightly before nodding over to your crestfallen boyfriend. ‘I’ve tried talking to him but he’s not moving’

‘It’s fine, I’ll sort him out. Thanks for looking out for him Dec’ you smiled as you looked down it him, Lauren coming over to join the pair of you as he wrapped his arm around her a stroked Jude’s head softly.

‘Come on Dec, your parents are waiting’ she told him softly and after a final group hug, you looked down to Mason who was still in the same place. You had no idea what to do, his head still buried in his arms as he laid completely still but the uneven rise and fall of his chest made your heart hurt even more than it was as you figured he must be crying a little bit. In the end you could only come to one conclusion and got down on the floor next to him, laying so your head was near his so you could eventually talk to him and run your fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for him to peak up at you and your heart broke at the sight of his red glassy eyes.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked and you sent him a small smile to let him know everything was okay.

‘I could ask you the same thing, Mase’

‘You’re gonna get wet’ he told you, moving his arm slightly so he could see you better and your heart thudded as you took him in. The bridge of his nose was red from running about and he looked absolutely shattered. All you wanted was to bundle him up and protect him but it was a bit difficult right now. But the sadness radiating from him hit you like a train and you were ready to be whatever he needed.

‘It’s okay, I don’t mind’ you smiled, hoping to let him know everything was okay and you watched as he let down what little walls he had left up. His bottom lip wobbling ever so slightly as the first few tears escaped his eyes but he made no attempts to wipe them.

‘I don’t think I can get up’ he croaked and you felt sick at how upset he was. You knew if this game came to a loss then it would hurt but you could of never of prepared yourself for this.

‘It’s fine. You don’t have to, I can wait with you’ you told him softly, scratching over his head in the way you knew he loved and he shut his eyes as his whole body relaxed at your touch.

‘I really thought we could do it’ you heard him say softly as his eyes landed on yours. ‘I really thought this was our year’

‘I know, baby. You did so well and I know you don’t wanna hear it but I really am so proud of you’

‘I know’ he sighed, offering you a gentle smile and your whole chest warmed at the sight of him perking up a bit because of you. ‘Thank you, love’

‘Anytime. You know I’ll always be here’ you told him as he shut his eyes so he could focus on the feeling of your fingers. You were both quiet for a little while, Mason focusing on the feel of you fingers in his hair whilst the noise of everything around you died down.

‘Are there’s still lots of people about?’ He asked suddenly and you had a quick look up to see the place emptying out.

‘Most of the crowd has gone’ you told him, ‘just a few of your team are hanging about and some of the press. Don’t rush yourself though. We can go in when you’re ready, yeah?’

‘I love you’ he whispered, shuffling closer to you so he could kiss you gently. His hand coming around your waist so he could squeeze it as you cupped his jaw, running your thumb over his cheek gently. ‘Thank you for not telling me off and laying here with me’

‘Why would I tell you off’ you laughed before he kissed you once again.

‘Cause I’m acting like a big baby’

‘No you’re not. You’re upset Mase, and if this is how you wanna cope with it then I’ll always be by your side. Whether that be standing, sitting or laying down on wet grass. I’m here for you’

‘I love you so much’ he laughed kissing you again gently as he pulled you even further to him.

‘I love you too’ you smiled and you watched him take a big breath before shuffling back.

‘I’m ready to get up now I think’

‘Yeah? You sure?’

‘I’m sure’ he smiled, and you untangled yourself from each other before he helped you up, kissing your cheek just before you kissed his temple. ‘You always kiss me there’ he laughed as he linked your fingers together, walking the width of the pitch and over to the sidelines.

‘I know’ you laughed ‘you have a little mole there and it’s my favourite so I like to kiss it’ you told him, a slight embarrassed tone to your voice as you felt your face heat up at the confession. You’d never mentioned it before but you thought you give him a little something to smile about and by the look on his face it was definitely working.

‘Oh yeah? Do you know I have a favourite one of yours?’ He asked and you shook your head as you peered up at him. ‘Well I do. It’s on your upper left thigh, like just under your bum’ he laughed as you pushed your shoulder into him out of embarrassment.

‘Why?’ You laughed, hiding your face as he brought his arm around your shoulder.

‘Cause only I can see it’ he whispered into you ear ‘maybe later I can kiss it for you, yeah?’ He laughed and you rolled you eyes at him just before you reached his parents who pulled the pair of you into a hug.

Mason was quiet for the rest of the evening until you got home and he kept his promise of kissing his favourite mole of yours amongst other things. You thought he might not of been in the mood for anything once you got back but it seemed as if he just wanted it be in the comfort of your arms and after weeks apart he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. You didn’t mind and were willing to do just about anything to take his mind off of everything that happened and make him feel better.

The next morning you woke up with your head in Masons lap, his fingers raking over your scalp as he sat up against the headboard. You hummed at the feeling as you nestled down further into his thighs and you felt him shake as he laughed.

‘Hey’ you yawned, rolling onto your back so you could could look at him. His hand now holding you at your jaw as he stroked your cheek, a loving smile dressed his face as he peered down at you. ‘What you looking at’ you asked him quietly, noticing how his eyes kept looking over to his phone in his free hand, a warm smile taking over his face as he looked down at you.

‘There’s quite a few articles about me this morning, I’m just having a read’ he told you and you sighed in disappointment at him.

‘Oh Mase, I told you not to look at any of that stuff’ you scolded him, sitting up next to him so you could steal his phone from him but he didn’t let you.

‘Well why don’t you take a look before you start having a go at me’ he smiled, shoving the phone in your face so you could see what he had and you felt your face burn at the sight of the headlines you were faced with.

Back of the net: Mount scoring on and off the pitch

Princess of the pitch: Mounts girl steals everyone’s hearts as she comforts the distraught midfielder.

Sometimes even love lies down: Even mount couldn’t hide his emotions today after a cracking performance.

‘What’s all this’ you laughed, clicking on one so you could skim read it.

‘Well I think the media have fallen in love with you a little bit. They’re all saying how much of a lucky boy I am to have you. Not that I needed to be told, I already knew that’

‘There’s so many’ you laughed, reading down the list and looking at pictures of the pair of you face down on the pitch as you comforted him.

‘I love you’ you felt him whisper into your hair and you turned to face him with a shy smile. ‘I really do. I felt like shit when that whistle went yesterday and no matter who came over to me I just didn’t want anything to do with it until you were there. I’d probably still be laying there if it wasn’t for you’ he laughed before kissing your nose softly.

‘And I’d be laying right next to you’ you laughed before pulling him in for a proper kiss. ‘I’d do anything for you’

‘Me too’ he smiled, grabbing your thigh and pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. ‘Tell me what you want right now’ he spoke, lips trailing your jaw as his hands roamed over your bum. You clearly knew what he wanted but you loved to tease him in moments like this so set out to make him suffer.

‘Avocado toast’ you whispered and you felt him laugh as he pulled you closer to hug him.

‘Fine, I’ll go make you toast. But I’m having what I want to eat after’ he told you in a low voice, nipping your neck as you rocked your hips over him once. ‘You coming with?’ He asked before standing the pair of you up.

‘Looks like I don’t have a choice’ you laughed, following along as he pulled you with him out of the room.

Thank you so much for reading, please let me know what you thought as it really helps motivate me to want to write more 🩷

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allywthsr · 9 months

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BABYFEVER | (h.lewis)

summary: Y/N sees a TikTok from side+ and gets severe babyfever

wordcount: 1k words

pairing: harrylewis x singer!reader

warnings: none

notes: Y/N is watching this TikTok, literally freaked when I saw it🥲 enjoy and comment your thoughts!

You lay on the couch in the living room, having finished the studio session for today, while scrolling on TikTok and coming across a new side+ TikTok where AI generated the sidemen and what their baby would look like. Harry was the first to start and your ovaries screamed. You‘ve never seen a baby as cute as that and the way Harry was holding it? Get out of here. You needed that, right now.

You‘ve been together for ages as well, and both of your parents annoyed you with a: ”When’s the first baby coming“ weekly. Both of you never felt ready or mature enough to raise a small human being that relied on you, you could barely take care of yourself. Often forgetting to do chores like washing your clothes or bringing out the trash. Don’t get me started on how often you didn’t want to cook, so you just ordered something in, getting takeout way too much. How were you supposed to take care of another breathing thing. You literally gave little Herb to his parents, because you didn’t have enough time to care for him the way he deserved to be cared for.

You loved the trips you took spontaneously or the festivals you could visit without thinking twice. That would change, you weren’t sure if you were ready for this, it was a big responsibility.

But seeing him holding that baby made you forget all the worries, and wanting a baby right now, you needed to see him caring for a child and cuddling with a small human.

He was already the best caring boyfriend you could imagine, massaging your shoulders after a long day, bringing you snacks throughout the day when you worked on new songs in your little home setup, cuddling with you when you craved human contact, and giving you space when you didn’t. He watered the plants when you forget or made the bed when you had to hurry and overslept again. Sending you sweet (or horny) messages when a sidemen shoot took longer than expected and you couldn’t watch your favorite movie as you planned.

And now imagine this man with a kid. It would be chaos but good chaos. Trying to make you breakfast with his little mini-me for you, would end up with flour all over the kitchen floor and the toast black instead of a nice crispy brown. While they go because they had an important ’meeting�� with the stuffed animals, you had to clean up but you wouldn’t really mind.

Spoiling your child with clothes and toys he found while shooting a sidemen video in central London. Just like he said he would be the fun uncle that gives the sidemen kids candy under the table, he would be the fun dad that could never say ’no‘ to anything and give them candy over the table, because he was the dad and could do anything he wanted.

Comforting them in the middle of the night when a nightmare occurred or the diaper needed a change. Getting the morning cuddles in before both of you had to get up. Your baby laying on his chest and enjoying the skin-to-skin time with their daddy, a hand constantly on their back to comfort them.

He would use every chance to talk about his baby, whether in a sidemen video or on the podcast when the topic was a completely different one.

The way he would sit down at the small table for a tea party dressed as a fairy or play football in the morning on the still wet grass while you prepared breakfast.

He would freak out of excitement on special occasions, like Easter or Christmas, probably more excited than your child.

He would buy way too many gifts and colorful eggs and hide them around the house and garden for your kid to search for when they are older and acting all surprised when they found something. He would definitely hold the egg basket when your baby would say: ”dada hold“, your heart clenching at the thought.

He send you way too many videos on Instagram of dads putting shoe prints with boots and flour on the floor, acting like Santa left them, always telling you how he wanted to do that with your future kids. Drinking the milk, eating the cookies they left out, and putting the carrot for Rudolph back in the fridge. He wouldn’t help with wrapping but definitely chose the gifts, many of them.

So when Harry came through the front door and shouted out a loud: ”Y/N, I‘m home“ and stood up and walked in his direction.

”I want a baby.“

Harry was on his way to greet you with a hug and a kiss but froze in his movements and his eyes widen.

”You, you you you you want a what?“, his stuttering got the best of him.

You chuckled and went to hug him but him being too shocked to hug you back.

”A baby, Harry“, you put your hands on both sides of his head. ”I saw the side+ TikTok where you looked at the AI babies, and that was the cutest thing ever, imagine a small you running around the house.“

It was like a light went on over his head, now understanding where this sudden baby fever came from.

”Let’s get to work then“, he said and scooped you up before carrying you to the bedroom.

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staytinyville · 3 months

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Stay Alive (41)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. No notes this time. However I will say, Thank you to everyone who has liked and reblog. I love the comments so much! They make my day to see them all!

You didn’t know how far Jungkook’s abilities stretched, but you figured that with the way he was rushing forward, leaving you behind just a bit, you could tell he was excited like any other wolf would be. It was cute to see him act the way he does. He was protective of you, something you enjoyed. But he was also someone who knew how to have fun, he reminded you of Taehyung. Which was why they got along so well.

“Jungkook! I'm going!” You called behind him, rushing up the hill he had already climbed. “I'm trying to keep up.”

You gasped quietly when the boy was in front of you, blocking your path. “I told you I could've carried you!” He told you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. “We're here anyways.”

You both had finally reached the top of the hill, taking in a deep breath as you took in the soft grass and wildflowers that were growing. You could see the small park over the trees and bushes, but the hill was far enough away to be secluded from everyone.

“How was your family?” You asked, turning to find Jungkook with a calming look on his face–eyes closed.

“Lots of crying—hugs.” He smiled. “I'm so excited about this. I haven't been able to shift in years.” He told you. “My parents told me to do it quickly now that I have time. This is where packs come to have more room to do that.” He explained, looking around the small meadow.

You hummed in understandment, giving him a smile. “Well? What are you waiting for?” You threw yourself into him, giggling as you thought about what kind of shift Jungkook would do.

“Thank you, Tokki.” He whispered into your neck.

He took a step back from you, giving himself space. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment before things quickly changed. You yelped, falling backwards as Jungkook turned into a wolf the size of a horse with one single motion. Looking at him, you were in fact right in saying he looked like the wolves from Twilight.

He was black all over, matching the color of his hair. He looked like his fur was warm, thick with how it seemed to blow in the wind. He easily towered over you, as any horse size animal would. You crossed your legs on the floor, sitting up as you beamed at him.

“Oh my god.” You gushed. “You're huge!” You laughed, quickly coming to a stand when he started walking in your direction.

He grew closer to you, nuzzling his head into your forehead causing you to grab onto him to fear of falling over.

“Look at you! You're so beautiful!” You placed both hands on either side of his neck, petting him as though he was your own dog. “Ah!” You gasped, quickly latching onto his neck as he tried to push you over.

Howling was heard in the distance, causing the both of you to turn in its direction. Jungkook had placed his large leg in front of you, shielding you from whoever was coming. However when you saw another giant wolf barrling your way, you clenched tightly onto Jungkook not wanting to be trampled.

But the other wolf had stopped just before, sniffing at one another like any normal animal. Jungkook stepped away from you, happily trotting and nipping at the two dogs. You smiled, understanding that they must have been family or a friend who had come to play with him.

“Go.” You told him when he turned to look at you. “I'll still be waiting here.” You explained to him.

You watched him nod, bouncing up and down as the three wolves ran off to play together. You watched from the hill, not noticing people coming up behind you.

“Hello, dear.” You turned when they spoke to you, giving them a smile.

The woman looked like she was human, but then again a lot of creatures must have in their world. The man however had a fox tail and ears, much like how Soobin did. Looking closer at them though, you were able to spot the similarities between them and Jungkook. You knew immediately who they were.

“Hi.” You bowed to the two older people. “You must be Jungkook's parents.” You said, giving them a smile.

“How could you tell?” The man smiled, his fox ears flickering.

“You look just like him.” You laughed.

“Yes, we get that a lot.” His father laughed.

You watched as they gave you soft smiles, bowing their heads in respect to you. You looked at them wide eyed, about to rush forward to make them stand until they rose themselves.

“He told us what you did.” He spoke up, giving you a soft smile.

You sighed through your nose understanding what it was they were talking about. “I'm sure anyone with a heart would have done the same.” You told them.

“Yes, but none of them would've caught Kookie's attention.” Jungkook’s mother spoke up. “Thank you for bringing my son back. For bringing all of them back.” She told you.

It was the same with all of them. Their parents would thank you for doing something so great. You could only imagine what would have happened if any of the other nurses had managed to take the boys out. Would they have made it as far as you? What made you different from the rest?

You were more than happy to say that you wouldn’t change anything. But now it was stuck in your head if they had thought about any of the nurses the way they had you. Maybe it was insecurity. Or maybe it was that had you gotten caught, you had no idea what would have happened.

But you were finally at this point in the story, meeting all the boy’s families and having them ask you if you wanted to stay with them forever. You didn’t want to think about the what if’s–especially not if they were in the past.

“Of course.” You smiled at Jungkook’s parents.

“Ah!” You suddenly gasped, falling forward as something crashed into you.

“Jungkook, be careful with the poor girl.” His mother scolded him, swatting at his large head.

She turned to give you a smile. “We'll leave you.”

You gave them another bow, laughing as Jungkook continued to poke at your back for your attention. “Hey, what's gotten into you?” You giggled, turning to look at Jungkook.

You looked around for a moment, trying to find the other wolf that had come to play with Jungkook. In your distraction you hadn’t noticed that the man himself had turned back into a human, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Your eyes suddenly went wide as you felt all of his skin on you. Turning around to make sure you weren’t making it up, your eyes went wide and you quickly turned back around to avoid looking at him.

“Oh!” You gasped.

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asked.

“You're naked.” You said.

“That happens!” He smiled enthusiastically, leaning over you to come face to face with you. “Tokki, I'm happy you’re here.” Jungkook spoke softly, dropping his forehead to touch yours. “And so is my wolf.” He added with a grin.

“I'm glad that you are.” You whispered, moving to place a hand on his cheek. “It's all I wanted for all of you.”

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips.

No more what ifs would pass through your head. You knew where it was you wanted to be and it had to do with the boys. Whether they wanted to be here or in your world, you were going to follow them. You didn’t know about their past with other people who might have wanted to help them, but you were here in their present. That was all that mattered to you.

You leaned in to give him a kiss, feeling his lips against yours. “I love you too.” You softly spoke. “Both of you.” You laughed, watching as his eyes beamed.

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alottiegoingon · 3 months

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facing your fears

shauna shipman x fem!reader (all characters aged up)

warnings: struggling with sexuality, pre-crash (but mentions of it?), minimal usage of bad words, probably a bunch of english mistakes and bad writing (not my first language), no 18+ content just fluff

“Right, okay, Van. I think the lesbianism thing is taking over your head a little too much.” You scoff. Your lips were curled up in an expression that it was supposed to be a smile ready to mock your friend Vanessa and let her know how absurd her comment was, but it honestly seemed very unsure. Maybe been discreet wasn’t actually your thing, but liking Shauna Shipman wasn't something that you were happy to admit.

“She’s kind of right, you know. You think everyone is gay, Van.” Taissa’s eyes met her girlfriend’s. She didn’t like disagreeing with Van. Happy wife happy life, right? But maybe, just maybe, she could be wrong about it. Since Van and Tai got together and finally told the team, their favorite thing to do was spot other queer people at school and you were a great targer. Well, except for the fact that you probably weren't a lesbian.

It just wasn’t very you. As y/n Taylor, you had high expectations to be filled and a reputation to care about. Jackie Taylor was your oldest sister by a year and no matter how close you two were, ruining her reputation at school wasn’t a very nice thing to do and it could easily ruin your life. Her life. Jackie was the dream girl. The one that all the boys wanted to be with and all the girls wanted to be her. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect grades (almost) and perfect at soccer. Always the one that would drag all the attention to herself while walking through the school hallways and never missing a chance to attend a party with stunning clothes and the gorgeous makeup. You couldn’t complain about it though. Being related to a popular girl would usually get you stuff that most teenagers would fight to have in high school. Even if you were being known by being Jackie Taylor’s sister, it was still some sort of popularity level that many people wanted to have. Just… Not you.

You loved Jackie, of course. But the pressure of being related to the Wiskayok High School princess was too much. You were in Shauna’s car two years ago along with Jackie while she would drive you to school and you accidentaly let a thought slip away out loud; You were scared of trying for extra activities in school, frightened by the idea of not being good enough like Jackie was (which you didn’t tell her, of course). But eventually, you gave it a try when she said that you had to face your fears. She was good with pep talk. It felt like the world was ending when you tried to join the Yellowjackets team right after that and failed miserably, managing to fall right against the scratchy artificial grass on your first attempt of running after a stupid football. That’s when you realized that you saw Shauna with different eyes. When your cheek was getting squeezed against the floor and you heard the coach whistling, your eyes immediately met hers from afar. Sitting on the closest bench, Jackie made sure to scold all the girls that were laughing at you and right by her side, there was Shauna. Maybe she wanted to laugh as well but she didn’t. Probably because she was Jackie’s best friend, you thought. Her lips were pressing against each other so tightly that they were repressing even the slightest smile. She even had a threatening stare while looking at the girls who were giggling. It was a miracle that you got into the cheerleading team but at least it was better than run after a soccer ball. Besides, you looked cute in a skirt.

You knew Shauna before that, she was always at your house. But you never acknowledged her before. Not consciously at least. You remembered clear as the day when Jackie and Shauna would stay in the bedroom for the entire day; talking about everything and everyone and their stupid crushes. Jeff, Randy, James, you name it. You, too shy and scared to join them, would always politely deny Jackie’s invitations but that didn’t stop you from hearing their nonsense every time you walked through Jackie’s bedroom. Even when the door was closed, their voices, too excited to share their opinions on the world, weren’t exactly the quietest.

“Exactly! And even if I was a lesbian, which obviously I’m not, Shauna would be the last person I would-“ You were more than desperate convicted of your own self, ready to deny Van’s crazy thought. You had no feelings for Shauna. But then, you heard a familiar voice sounding a bit too hostile now, echoing through the entire locker room. It was definitely her. You could see her narrowed brown eyes, her stiff back showing signs of tension, her folded arms and how her hair matching her eyes was stuck on a messy ponytail and took your breath away.

The muffled voice got more and more clear as the steps were sounding closer to you. You were so eager to defend yourself before that you didn’t even bother to look around and search the area for other people. A soccer team with girls only? The rumors would fly around very quickly, especially when coming straight from Jackie Taylor’s little sister. Teenagers were known for being cruel and mean for no reason and being a lesbian in 1996? That was the same as having a death wish.

“You aren’t supposed to be here. Cheerleaders are not allowed.” You were just standing up from the bench when Shauna stood there, just a few steps away from you. You took a quick glance at Van to see her with widen eyes and an ironic lurking smirk. She would always act so suspicious when Shauna was around and it made you worried every single time, thinking if Shauna would notice how their behavior changed when she stepped in and how you always seemed so nervous. You look at Shauna again and immediately remembered why Van and Taissa always assumed you had a thing for her. It was definitely probably how your pupils would dilate immediately when seeing her, the fact that your voice would get high-pitched even when saying a simple hello or how you would fix your hair awkwardly. Or maybe how you could barely say a word without stuttering and making it way too obvious that you weren’t casual about her presence.

You didn’t have enough time to say a single word. A loud metallic noise echoed through the locker room when Van practically slammed the locker door shut and gave you a very much not cautious look before leaving and practically dragging Taissa with her. In less than ten seconds, you were panicking. You were alone with Shauna all of her toughness and not a single sign of friendly thoughts inside her head. “What?” You mutter. For someone that struggled with eye contact, your eyes wouldn’t dare to leave hers. Maybe it was fear but maybe it was amusement.

“I know that you are friends with the girls but you can’t keep coming here all the time, you know? Cheerleaders shouldn’t be here and you know we only let you in cause you’re J-“

“Jackie’s sister.” You cut Shauna before she could finish her sentence. You didn’t think much before doing it. Before not only interrupting her but also giving hints that you were upset. Even if in silence.

Shauna doesn’t say anything at first but her eyebrows frowned almost instantly. It wasn’t like she didn’t know you at least a little bit to see through you, even if you had no idea, but she wasn’t expecting to hear that. Especially not now, out of the blue.

“I mean.” You sigh. It wasn’t the easiest thing for you to talk about what you felt and how all of these hidden feelings had such a deep impact on you. You couldn’t afford to maintain eye contact now and, just for a moment, you looked away. “Don’t get me wrong. I love Jackie, obviously. I just feel like…” You trail off. Maybe it was that time of the month again and you were extra sensitive or you just felt comfortable with Shauna, but something buried inside of you was begging to come out. The silence settles in for almost an entire minute. It wasn’t exactly awkwardness the thing that was hanging in the air but something very close to it. Once or twice, you would shift your eyes up from the dirty school floor to Shauna’s eyes just to make sure that she was still there.

“No, it’s okay. I get it.” She murmurs. Her eyes didn’t leave yours not even for a second. Even at different places and circumstances like at your own house or during the moments you were invited to hang out with the girls, she was always staring. Even when you weren’t aware of it, which was most of the times.

You were expecting to finally show signs of how bothered you were by the pressure of being Jackie’s sister. Of course that some of your closest friends like Van and Taissa knew that and always did their best to support you. (And by that, it meant that you would get to pick the movie for the movie night even though Van would complain about your choice as soon as the movie ended, pointing how badly written, directed or produced it was or how the actors sucked). But you weren’t expecting Shauna to understand you. She seemed to notice the surprised look in your eyes and it made the usual neutral and intimidating expression on her face softens. If you squint your eyes hard enough, you could almost see an empathetic smile.

“What do you mean? You are always glued to Jackie. You’re like her shadow. I remember going downstairs once to get some water and you were there at 2 a.m to grab Jackie a snack and I was terrified for a week. I’m surprised you don’t follow her to the bathroom.” You breath in, letting your voice show signs of vulnerability and even a playful feeling to it. And this time you weren’t crazy. Shauna was actually softening. You caught her lips twitching in a little smile and even making a sound that sounded like a laugh. When did Shauna begin to think that you were funny anyway?

“Look… All I’m saying is that I understand.” Shauna would never say anything bad about Jackie. Not explicitly. Not if she wasn’t bursting out with anger like she would do rarely or with small mean comments, which she would usually do if she felt like Jackie was being too bossy. You wouldn’t blame Jackie as well; she had her own personal problems. But somehow, Shauna was being comprehensive. She was there for you. “There’s things I can’t do because of Jackie too.”

There it was. Her words made you heart drop to your knees. You felt a cold sensation stinging on your body and now you were more focused than ever on the brown eyed girl right in front of you. Shauna had her back resting against a closed locker and her arms were still crossed, but it didn’t seem to contribute to her attempt of looking tough. You were definitely tired from cheerleading practice today and the stress from the finals combined to that probably made you imagine things when you saw Shauna’s eyes sparkling with something different when she said that looking at you. It felt like she was staring into your soul.

“I don’t… I can do whatever I want. Jackie isn’t the boss of my life.” You immediately say, clearly nervous and defensive. You feel a slight warmth in your cheeks when notice your struggle with expressing yourself and begin to overthink everything.

“Oh, really? Like when Jackie invited you to Mari’s birthday party last week but told you not to wear that dress cause yellow was her color?” Shauna smirked finally and her brown eyes were lighter. There was playfulness in her tone as well as a slight cockiness to it, she was proving a point. “Or when you had to talk to Randy Walsh once just because Jackie liked Jeff and his best friend was desperate for a date?”

The words Randy Walsh made your lips curl and your nose scrunch in disgust. That guy was awful. He even asked who invented the Pope once. He wasn’t even cute. Or charismatic. Or smart. It was safe to say that you weren’t very impressed by him. For the first time in that day, and even in weeks, you heard Shauna laugh at your reaction and half of the tension on your body faded away. You looked deeply into her eyes and you didn’t feel intimidated now. You smiled back. Well, it was still a small and sort of shy smile but it was there and it made your heart warm. You felt fuzzy while looking at her, noticing how a few hair strands would fall perfectly through the sides of her face and how her cheeks were still looking pinkish, probably from soccer practice from a few minutes ago.

“Maybe you’re right.” You finally admit. Shauna was ripping the truth out of you without even trying and you weren’t exactly opposed to it anymore. “But it’s not like I could do anything about it. Could you imagine what everyone would say if I told them that I’m into-“

“Girls?” Shauna finishes. One of her eyebrows is slightly raised. She wasn’t sounding judgy or rude, not even surprised, and you wondered why. Your body got stiff as a rock and you feel your forehead getting sweaty as a heat wave hits you. You were panicking. A lot. Enough to left you speechless.

“I went to your bedroom once last year when you were out. Jackie said that you had borrowed one of her books and she needed it to show me something and I swear I wasn’t looking for anything but you really need to hide your things better.” Shauna’s breath sounded heavy now. Was she tense? You definitely were.

Your mind was racing from thought to thought, thinking of all of the things that Shauna could’ve seen. And then it hits you. Since you were seven years old, you saw a movie from your childhood where the main character had a diary and you immediately fell in love with the idea of putting all of your feelings out with no consequences, instead of shoving them down. No one would see it anyway. At first it was just some silly little sentences about your day, about a kid stealing your favorite pen at school, about a lame day where you did nothing but stayed in your room and listening to Jackie all day or how your parents would fight over something idiotic. Then you entered high school and things changed. Suddenly losing your favorite toy wasn’t the hottest topic of your diary. Talking about how badly you hated those stupid boys from school but loved sitting close to girls in class cause it made you have butterflies on your stomach was the main thing going on. And you were lucky enough that your diary was left opened exactly on this page when Shauna entered your room. Fuck.

“You can’t tell anyone. Especially not Jackie. Do you understand how serious this is?” You immediately started to beg Shauna. Your voice was quieter now even though no one was around. Your cheeks were practically entirely covered by a bright shade of red and it was very easy to tell how nervous you were just by staring at you. Your fingers were playing with each other, fidgeting to avoid stress, your eyes were wide open and would barely blink. Your throat was tight with a feeling of having a huge lump stuck on it.

“Relax, okay? I won’t.” Shauna’s voice is quiet but soft now. Ot almost sounded like a whisper. A reassuring and genuine whisper. “It’s not like my journal isn’t full of embarrassing stuff as well.” She continues. It sounded like she was just trying to comfort you but it was actually true. You didn’t even know that she had a journal.

“Like…” Shauna takes a deep breath, taking a few steps closer to you. “Like how you look really good wearing those cheerleading skirts. And how cute your hair looks like with a blue and yellow ribbon on it.” Her breath catches on her throat when you look at her. Did she actually say those words or you were dreaming? Real or not, your heart was racing and you were feeling something different. A rush of excitement in your chest.

“You think so?” Your voice barely comes out. It sounded like a weak whisper. You couldn’t say much but the eye contact was intense and it would only get interrupted when Shauna would take a quick look at your lips. Taking another step in, her hand touched your cheek and it immediately made your body tremble. If your stomach was empty before, now it had tons of desperate butterflies.

Shauna simply nodded. Her eyes remained completely focused on yours, something shifting away and slowly tracing down to your lips. Your own eyes were doing the same, not scared to show how badly you wanted to find out how it felt to kiss her. And being quite honest, Shauna seemed to want the same thing. Finally, she begins to lean in and closes her eyes and you do the same. The next thing you feel is her soft lips pressed right against yours and it felt like the world around you had stopped. It took you a while to kiss her back. At first you just stood there like you were frozen in place. Paralyzed by the thought of trying to understand if this was actually happening, with your hands hanging in the air. But then you slowly let yourself get lost into her. When you both began to feel more comfortable, Shauna’s hands moved down to your waist firmly and your hands touched the soft and smooth skin of her cheeks. You were so close to each other that you could smell her perfume. Not too sweet but addicting and not too strong now once the day was almost over. Okay. Maybe you had feelings for Shauna.

She was the one who pulled away first. It took you some time to finally open your eyes, the idea of looking at Shauna after she kissed you was almost unbearable but in an actual good way. Now, that terrifying sensation of panic that was tightening your chest was all gone and you could only feel the warmth of your own cheeks and the one that would exhale through Shauna’s hands that remained on your waist. You finally opened your eyes, Shauna was looking at you with curious and dreamy eyes.

You were both heavy breathers now when Shauna finally broke the silence. “Am I still the last person you would kiss?” She teased you with a hoarse tone. Her lips were slightly puffy and red thanks to the kiss you two shared. You didn’t say a thing but your lips were struggling to stay still. Everything was too overwhelming and you found yourself losing the battle as the corners of your mouth got wider. You were smiling from ear to ear like a fool. That was probably what you were when it came to Shauna anyway. You were about to open your mouth to defend yourself but a masculine voice interrupted you. You both look towards the locker room entrance to see the assistant coach, Ben, with raised eyebrows and an angry stare directly at you. You immediately knew why. No cheerleaders.

“I should really go now.” You use your head to point towards the coach. Your voice was sounding thinner now and in a higher pitch than it usually was, showing signs of how dazed you were and how Shauna was the only thing going through your mind right now. Shauna slowly took her hands away from your waist. “But maybe we could, like, hang out after you come back from the nationals?” You could barely contain your smile now, walking backwards while not looking away from Shauna.

“Definitely. I can’t wait to come back.” Shauna was smirking back at you while biting her lower lip.

#shauna shipman x reader #shauna shipman #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 2 months

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hellooooo!! may i request a poly! mayhem/black circle (dead is alive) x fem reader who is a mix of black metal/gothic but sweet and bit of a bimbo?? like all of them are hungover from a black circle party and she makes them breakfast and takes care of them and everything??? 🤍🩷

A shiny and sweet morning

warning : fluff, kissing, comfort

Info : Helllloooo dear anon of course you can request such a thing I hope you like this fluffy sweety thing and everyone have fun reading ;)

masterlist

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actrs who play a role, not the real events

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In Norway the mornings in winter were cold and foggy, in spring the sun hung behind the clouds and only in summer the morning was surprisingly bright and pleasantly warm.

A warmth from the sun's rays that came into the young woman's room, the chirping of birds and nature through her roommate's open, demolished window.

Slowly opening her eyes, she wiped the sleep from her eyes as she looked at the clock. ,,Well, let's make the boys something to eat," she mumbled and got out of bed.

She knew it was morning, knew that the boys had all been partying late into the night in the music store and had then found their way back here more badly than right. The smell of beer and grass, of smoke and fire hung in the house, but that would soon change.

The longer black fingernails with the slight silver glitter reached into her closet and picked out a dress, the puffy white underdress with frills was rounded off by the black, thinner outer dress and a belt with small bows.

Sitting back on the bed, she gently and carefully pulled up the white knee-high socks so as not to damage the thin material and tied her hair up in a bow, which was a little wild from sleep.

The sweet young woman, preoccupied in the darkness, walked out of her room and peeked into the hallway, seeing that most of the doors were closed or slightly open from not closing due to the drug and alcohol influence. ,,Like a bat" she mused with a grin as she saw Dead and Euronymous lying on the mattress and coffin with their heads propped up on the floor.

The two of them looked like two oversized bats because of the runny makeup but the picture was cute and she wanted to grin and make a mental note that she had to take a picture of it next time.

That as she walked on and the bunch of Faust, Occoltus and Varg had thrown themselves together on the beanbag, the youngest of the three had the odd disturbing thought and a hand to horrofilem them both with one hand in his arms she held tightly even in her sleep.

,,The iron maiden and her captives," she murmured jokingly and continued down the corridor, almost running over the two of them.

Hellhammer and Necrobutcher leaning against each other, ,,Two mad bears with a hangover," she joked, shaking her head lightly as she tried to escape the crack of the wood from the stairs and quickly made her way to the kitchen.

She was thankful to all her lovers that they were all fiddling in the music store and not here in the house she took care of besides her job as a reporter because she brought the good news to the "hip youngsters" as her boss always called it by giving news and updates on the band once a week and writing an article.

Which was sometimes a bit of a challenge, considering her fingernails and the way her breasts pressed against the keldi. But as it was now, she was coping with everything.

The little light in the kitchen was slightly amplified by the lamp, so she turned on the stove and took the things from the fridge.

,,Goodness gracious, we're almost out of everything," she muttered and took out the remaining eggs, a few slices of ham and sausage as well as fruit and salad.

She put what she wanted to cut up on a board and started cutting away the already moldy part while listening to the latest song from her band playing on the cassette.

Humming along, she swung through the kitchen as best she could, taking care of the scrambled eggs, the salad, the meat and the few cereals with milk.

She set out the plates and cutlery and decided to stop the coffee and not give the men any beer for the time being.

She didn't want another mess. Minutes passed and it had taken her about half an hour to do everything here.

A glance at the clock told her it was time to wake the boys. Pulling the small pocket mirror out of her clothes pocket, she pulled the shimmering, strawberry-scented lip gloss over her lips before she was ready to wake her pack.

Humming happily, she opened the windows in one room after the other, letting in fresh air and the house slowly began to smell of nature and coffee, of something tart that wasn't beer and dorgen.

,,Wake up, gentlemen of hell!" She shouted through the corridors as she knocked on Euronymous and Dead's door, brushing a few tangled strands of hair out of their faces, and the black-haired man's ,,Mhhh too soon" was met with a gentle kiss, causing him to rise slowly.

,,Thank you sweetie," the band founder murmured, letting his gaze wander over her and smiling slightly as he made his way downstairs.

She heard him on his way down, but the three of them fell over Hellhammer and Necrobutcher as they went crashing down the stairs and the sound of cursing filled the house. ,,Day?" she heard the soft voice of the blond who was suddenly standing behind her, his make-up still smudged.

,,Yes, Day... my little zombie," she said and briefly took his hand before she started to pull him behind her to get him to eat, which he didn't do very well anyway.

While the five of them were eating and she had given Hellhammer and Necrobutcher a cold pack, she went back upstairs to hell the last three.

,,Fresh coffee," she murmured and held out a cup to the three sitting on the beanbag, which slowly worked wonders.

Varg took the cup with just coffee, Faust the one with two sugars and Occultus the cup with more milk than coffee.

,,Thank you, darling," the three of them trilled and gave her a quick hug before they all gathered downstairs and the large group squeezed around the table.

She had a cheerful smile on her lips when she saw that the boys were enjoying their meal despite the headache they had all taken a pill for.

,,That's great," she heard from Occoltus, who scooped another heap of egg onto his plate, and a ,,You're the best mommy," from Hellhammer, who winked at her, knowing full well what he was alluding to.

But they all knew what the brown-haired one was getting at, but it didn't bother anyone, she was there for each of her sweeties and always would be. ,,Always happy for my little devils," she replied and sat down at the table before taking her first well-earned sip of coffee.

She was happy when she saw the many relieved faces and received her rewarding kisses.

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#lords of chaos movie #lords of chaos 2018 #loc black circle #black circle x reader #loc euronymous #loc dead #loc faust #loc occoltus #loc varg #loc hellhammer #loc necrobutcher #loc black circle x reader

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agendercrisisx · 4 months

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I love Lucy Gray so freaking much. May I request a LucyGrayxfem!reader where Lucy Gray and reader just spend a day out in the woods? They just chill, swim, cuddle, eat berries, etc. I think that'd be cute.

yes yes yes, I love a cute fluffy fic.

Berries

Warnings: none, besides not proofread

No pronouns for reader, but fem intended. Reader wears a bikini.

Summary: You and Lucy Gray and been getting closer lately, and she wanted to show you something. She takes you out of District 12, out into the woods. You find the cabin and she shows you all her favorite things out there.

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Lucy Gray's steps are light as she hurries through the tall grass. You followed her out of your district, putting everything in her hands. You didn't know what would happen, but if you trusted anyone it was Lucy Gray. You had known her for several months now, and she showed nothing more than how trustworthy she is. Her brown hair flowed behind her, and you couldn't help but stare. The sun hit it just right and she looked angelic, her purple skirt flowing in the soft breeze. Her head turned and her amber eyes found yours. A soft smile played on her lips as she pulled you behind her.

The fields turned into forest as you follow behind her. Roots and branches cover the ground, and you can hear small animals on the forest floor. The birds above you are singing and a thought pops in your head.

A few notes leave your mouth, and the birds are quick to pick up on your whistling. They copy the notes and Lucy Gray stops and looks up, she turns to you and a smile is playing on her lips.

"My turn... Are you, are you comin' to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be If we met at midnight in the hanging tree." You stand in awe as her words fill the air, and the mockingjays begin to sing. She sounds angelic, her covey accent shining through, your mouth hanging slightly open, while you just stare.

She laughs as she catches you staring, "close your mouth, or you'll catch flies." You do as told and close your mouth, it turns into a smile quickly as you two just stand in the forest, the light hitting her face through the trees, everything feels right.

"Come on, just a little longer." She grabs your hand and before you know it, you are standing before a cabin, a pier goes into the lake, and several bushes with berries are planted around the house.

You take a few turns around yourself as you take everything in, she has this secret cabin, and she took you here. She trusted you enough to show you this, even though she's putting everything out here at risk. You could tattle to the peacekeepers or someone could have followed you. But she didn't think that she trusted you. Completely. You look at her, she faces the lake and with her side to you, you follow her gaze and look out over the lake. It looks so perfect, there is so perfect out here. She's so perfect. She's just... so so perfect. She's everything.

"I love you," you blurt out, her head turns and for a moment you can't figure out what emotion she feels. You shut your mouth as quickly as the words left, maybe it was too early, maybe she wasn't ready. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

Her hand finds your cheek and she makes you look at her.

"Don't spiral," her voice is soft, "breathe," you follow her instruction, and for a few moments you take breaths together.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, she shakes her head, and she pulls your face against hers. Your lips meet, and nothing has ever felt more right. Her lips are soft, the kiss is gentle. She just holds you there for a second, letting you soak up the feeling of her against you. You let your hands fall to her sides and pull her waist closer. She smiles into the kiss, and you can't help but do the same.

She slowly pulls away, and you let go of her waist. She chuckles and leads your hands back. You must have looked incredibly confused, because she quickly pulls you closer into a tight hug.

"I love you too sugar," your smile burst wide, and Lucy Gray laughs at your cute face.

"I'll show you around," she opens the door of the cabin and you slowly step inside. It's cozy and she picks up a few things before, walking back out. You stand still for a second, and she calls for you to follow. You leave the cabin and follow her down to the pier. The blanket in her arms gets put down, with a few other things. She lays the blanket flat so you can lay on it. She sits and pats the spot next to her, for you to sit down.

"Is the water nice?" You question, and sit down next to her.

"Let's find out." You look up at her, as she stands up. She quickly makes work of the clothes she's wearing and soon she's standing in a bikini. She pulls you up and helps you undress until you're both just standing in bikinis.

She starts running down the pier, and youre quickly racing after her. She reaches the end of the pier and jumps, you are swift to follow suit.

You hit the water, and it is nowhere near as cold as you had expected. It's actually quite nice. A splash of water hits your head, and you look over at liable. She's laughing hysterically, not more than a meter from you. You dive and grab her legs from under the water. You pull her down and you come face to face with her. Her hands tangle in your hair as she pulls you close. Your lips meet hers, and again it feels like the whole world is perfect. No sounds, just the feeling of her against you. Perfect Lucy Gray.

You break the surface with her in your arms, both of you gasping for air. She pulls her arm up and boops your nose.

"Berries?" Her question is odd.

"Berries?" You repeat, still confused by the weird ask.

"Yes, berries?" She smiles and swims for the pier. You follow suit and climb the ladder after her. As you reach the top, she's already a few meters away, on the way back to land.

"Please tell me what you mean with berries?" She reached the ground pulling, something from a bush. She turns around with berries in her hand, walking with steady steps towards you. She stops in front of you, lifting her arm, you open your mouth and she places a berry on your tongue. You bite it in half and the flavor explodes on your tongue. It tastes amazing. You don't remember ever tasting something that sweet and flavorful.

"That's so good," you almost moan, she laughs at your enjoyment. She pops one into her own mouth, before offering you another. You nod excitedly and take the berry in your mouth.

Your head rests on her stomach, while she softly plays with your hair. You reach your hand behind you, finding her face, and caressing her cheek.

"Never let this moment end," you whisper, she sits up and bends down to kiss your lips. The kiss is again soft and sweet, filled with emotions.

"Let's never let it end then..." You turn your head, trying to understand her words. You look puzzled and she continues.

"Let's run away. North. We can continue this day. Forever."

#samx|request|#samx|oneshot|#lucy gray baird #the hunger games #hunger games #thg #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg movies #district 12 #lucy gray x reader #tbosas movie #tbosas #fluff

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mustardsticks · 1 year

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tw-character death

Saw cute sprout!ghost, then saw animatic. very cute. Soon ANGST.

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When Ghost first awoken, he noticed his pot wasn't in Soap's room but in an office.

Ghost grumbled as he tried to wiggle himself free. The soil was dry, it hadn't been watered in awhile.

Where's Johnny? He promised he would stay with him until he came back. Ghost wanted his sergeant to be the first thing he saw not an empty office.

But Ghost understood why he wasn't here. He didn't blame him, just a tad disappointed. They were soldiers that could've been pulled at any minute.

Ghost hopped off from his pot and shaked himself like a dog to get rid of the excess dirt that clung onto him.

He looked around and sat on the edge of the desk and waited for someone to come in.

Sure enough, Price opened the door a few minutes later.

"Price!"

The captain tensed and his head shot up, only relaxing when he sees the sprout waving at him.

Ghost lowered his arms and went quiet when he saw the captain.

Price's eyes were swollen and bloodshot, like he was crying. Looked like he had lost alot of sleep too from his eyebags.

Did something happen while he was out of commissison?

"Price whats wrong? Where's Johnny?"

Price tensed as he pursed his lips together in thought. He slowly shut his door and slowly walked towards Ghost.

Soon enough his knees hit the floor and his hands flew to hover over Ghost.

"Simon..."

Uh-oh thats not a good sign

"Soap..." Ghost's hands grabbed onto Prices pointer fingers to help ground him. Unknownly his hands were tightly gripping Prices fingers and trembling in nervousness.

"He's gone Simon" Price gasped out as sobs racked his body and he let his head thump onto the edge of the desk.

Ghost started to panic and grab onto the hair that hid under Price's hat. "Who's gone Price?!" He tugged onto the hairs.

Price seemly ignored him. "It was a mission gone wrong. Intel was wrong and they were ambused. At most their injuries weren't too servere but it came at a price."

"Price..."

"Soap..." Price's voice started to fail him as his crying robbed him of his breath.

"He's dead Simon." He finally managed to rasp out.

Ghost tugged harshly on the hairs in his grip. "NO! I dont believe you! Show me!"

Ghost let go of Prices hair as his head moved to look at him.

Suddenly they were at Soap's grave. Ghost couldn't tell when they had even left, the news had left him in a daze and now he was staring at a headstone with a name that he never wanted to see on it.

If Ghost could come back, then so could Soap.

He would return the grave the next day with a water can and a shovel that were his size and wait.

He waited for a sprout to grow from the dirt. Just in case, Ghost watered the dirt around the bural site to see if it would help.

But nothing happened, and that continued on over the week.

He was optimistic when grass started to grow around the headstone.

He continued to be hopeful when grass started to grow.

In his excitement, he even roped a pot and began to drag it daily to the grave for if Soap were to finally sprout he can quickly take him back to the base.

But as time passed, and the grass has continued to grow. No sprout was in sight.

It's been more than a month and any sprouts would been up and grown into a seedling by now.

The sun was setting and the night began to creep up. Ghost whimpered. "Johnny...?"

"You promised you would stay with me Johnny, so why aren't you here right now?" Tears began to leak from his eyes.

"Ghost..." Ghost turned to Price who was standing behind him.

"You can't keep doing this, this isn't healthy."

"But! But he can still come back, I did so why can't he?"

Price shook his head. "I wish that could happen too, but even if it did, he would be here right now."

"NO! Just a little more time. We just need to be patience with Johnny like we always have." Ghost argued.

"Simon..." Price bent down and reached for him.

Ghost made no move to fight him as his hand closed around his body and lifted him up.

"Soaps gone. He's not growing Simon." Price said.

Ghost looked back at the grave, eyes darting around the greenery searching for something. His gaze turned back to Price when he didn't find what he was looking for.

He deflated in his hand, head hanging low and tears started to stream and damp his skin.

"He's really gone isn't he." Voice low and thick with sorrow.

Price nodded sadly and moved to put him close to chest.

Ghost whimpered. "I didn't even get to tell him goodbye. Didn't get to even tell Johnny that I loved him."

Price let out a shuttering sigh as he craddled and comforted his distraught lieutenant. "I know son... I know..."

(fin)

Thing from my twitter UwU

A part 2 alternate Happy ending

#soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap mw2

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axailslink · 1 year

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Ok, hear me out! Reader never calls Shuri by her name, she only calls her My Sweet, and it’s been passed down generations. Her mother called her father that, her grandma called her grandmother that, and her grandma’s father called his partner that.

Then her mom hears reader call Shuri sweet thing and is excited . Shuri is confused cause she doesn’t understand, and mom explains “For generations the nickname ‘My Sweet’ has been used only for people we know are our soulmates, our forevers.” And then Shuri ask if Reader think she’s her soulmate and without hesitation she’s like “Don’t think, I know.” And it’s just fluffy feels 🥹

think you could right something like that for me, please? ( sorry it’s so much.)

My Sweet Shuri

Shuri x FEM reader

Shuri and you have been dating for a year but since you've known each other since you were kids unofficially it was more like seven years she wouldn't agree she thinks it's longer. However you just started getting these really hard feelings they were a lot deeper than the ones you've had all your life the attraction these were something else this was like magnets. You found yourself madly in love with her you hated to admit to something so sappy but it was true you're madly in love you could listen to her talk all day about anything. You were blinded by love honestly and she returned it whenever you'd visit her mother she'd tell you just how much her daughter truly said about you behind your back. You thought it was cute. You even had this little nickname for her instead of saying Shuri ever you called her "My sweet" for everything even when you were irritated or upset with her it was "my sweet Shuri" "my sweet you're yelling" or "my sweet we're not alone." Although she didn't pay much attention to it she loved it in her mind it made it seem as if you two were one of those old couples who'd been together since their grade school days.

You were never truly in Wakanda because you enjoyed helping Nakia so much in Haiti with the kids however that did not stop Shuri from seeing you. Most times she'd surprise you by never telling you when just coming when you know she needs you most. Today however it was your turn to surprise her why? Because the following week from now is the day you asked her out and you knew she would try and visit you so you went a week ahead to surprise her before she could come to you. Queen mother of course knew ahead of time you had been on call with her when you started packing telling her just how much you couldn't wait to see them both. "Queen I miss her and you of course and the cooking you cook so well hopefully I'll be able to take some of that off your hands this week." You had said as you looked for just the right dress to wear "no this week is your week you two should be worried about each other." Queen Ramonda is your number one supporter she always has been for both you and Shuri even since you were kids if Shuri enjoyed something she would make sure Shuri had everything that had to do with that topic the same thing with you. She is like a second mother to yours however does not know how to act she's always so nervous around them both even though you've told her millions of times they act normal.

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Queen mother knew of your arrival and so did the Dora Milaje and border tribe the news traveled like a fire on dry grass. You visited your mother first helped her clean and cook before making it to the palace you were terrible at it but you snuck into the throne room of course not without the Dora Milaje wondering what you could possibly be doing. Your dress in your hands trying to keep it off the floor when you enter the throne room where Queen Ramonda is looking over the beautiful Wakanda "Queen I made it" you said softly as you approached her and let you dress fall to the floor it clings on your body loosely even though it's made to look skin tight. "I heard your travels were safe of course?" You nod "as always I just couldn't wait to get here and see all of you I've missed home" she smiles and pulls you in a tight hug "I've missed you and my sweet Shuri" you say pulling away gently her eyes kind of widen when you use the words "my sweet" in front of Shuri's name but she relaxes and says nothing so you think nothing of it.

"Do you know where she is? You ask softly she smiles down at you and claps her hands in front of you "where do you think?" You shake your head and laugh "if she's in that lab I'll personally drag her out myself" you mumble the queen chuckles "then you best get to dragging" you smile and hug the queen once more "it was lovely seeing you my queen" she nods in agreement as you leave the room and carefully walk to the lab by the time you make it though you're heels iare in one hand and the end of your dress in the other. One thing about the palace you had a love hate relationship with was no matter how many elevators you took in the damn place you'd still be tired. You hear Griot alerting Shuri of your presence and you can hear the feet quickly pattering up the stairs. You can see her smile in your mind before you even see her and when you do she picks you up and kisses all over your face "my love" she smiles "my sweet" you say calmly pressing gentle kisses on each part of her face. "You're so early I was going to come and see you" you drop your heels and wrap your arms around her neck "I got tired of Haiti I missed you I missed my family so I came early plus I wanted to beat you to the chance. Which I did" you laugh as she puts you down "you look absolutely amazing as always gone head give me a little spin" you spin around and she nods in approval "oh fuck yeah" you smack her lips "watch your mouth before I kiss it-" you press a kiss to her lips "until it's clean" she laughs and looks you up and down with a cocked brow "when did that become a thing?" You shrug "I don't know I just made it up" she laughs and you smile at her just so in love with everything about her.

"My mother had a conversation with me before you arrived" she grabs your heels and wraps her arm around your waist as you two walk into the lab "did she?" She nods "mhm she explained to me this whole "my sweet" nickname you have for me" you nod "and what did she say it meant?" When you two reach the lab tables you sit on one this would generally piss her off but she was in too much of a good mood to say anything. "She thinks that you think we're soulmates bonded for life do you think that?" You gently pull her closer to you by her waist "what kind of silly question is that? Of course I do I love you a ridiculous amount it makes sense" Shuri smiles "so what would you do for your soulmate?" You play with her hair and look at her "whatever you want you know why?" She hums "because you're my fucking soulmate" you laugh and kiss her over and over again "stop cursing."

"Make me" you laugh and smile at her "the easiest way to make you do something is to tease you until you give in if you didn't know" she hums "and how will you tease me my love?" You hop off the lab table and look down at your dress "well I'm not wearing anything under this dress" she gasps "oh that's scandalous you would never" you laugh and run your hands down her waist "want to check for yourself?" She glances around the lab and picks you up "let's see."

"Shuri!" She laughs "no one's here and they don't come in without my permission forget the world for a moment and just worry about us. No one else but us me and you. Soulmates"

A/n: not gone lie this was made long but I enjoyed writing it hopefully you enjoy reading it love. This is also unedited I don't have time to edit I'm a student.

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austinsdemise · 6 months

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⚡𝒵𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓊 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉⚡

•Kinktober Day 14: Breeding

•//Sub!Zenitsu/Dom!Afab!Reader/Breeding/Dacryphilia/Outdoor Sex/Established Relationship//

•AGED UP Zenitsu! Both him and Reader are early twenties.

•also this is pretty bad but I’m trying to write the Douma fic and I’m also going through a massive depression episode so I’ve had no interest in writing these past few days 😭

•WC: 769

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Zenitsu and Y/N are on a picnic deep in the woods, under a giant willow tree for cover. The two huddled close to each other, relaxing in each others company. How Zenitsu ended up with the resting bitch faced Y/N will never cease to shock him.

One fateful day, he found the courage to ask Y/N out, instead of his weak attempts at proposing to the strong slayer. When he saw Y/N that day, he took them to a secluded part of the forest, under a cherry blossom tree. Confessing his love for the fellow slayer. Cheesy, but cute in Y/N's eyes. They also have had feelings for the cowardly male. Enjoying how they made him melt at every touch and word, they eventually slowly fall in love with the thunder breathing blonde.

Zenitsu still had his eyes shut close, already accepting the rejection he was going to face, that was until a giggle left Y/N, and a 'Yes. At first it seemed to good to be true, that was until they leaned in to kiss his cheek. If it wasn't for the strong arms catching him, Zenitsu would probably have gotten a concussion from hitting his head on the ground.

The two slayers have been dating for a few months now and have discussed creating a family just a handful of times.

Zenitsu oh so desperately wanting one and Y/N being uncertain if they'd be a good parent. Though Zenitsu has stated multiple times that they were the love of his life and they could do nothing wrong, the both of them would get through it together as new parents. And as they layed there, a thought crossed Y/N's mind, but it seems Zenitsu was the one to voice it for them.

“I was thinking”, He says hesitantly “maybe it is time to have a child and start a family? If you’re ready to dear.”

Zenitsu said as he laid his head on Y/N's shoulder, gold hair tickling their neck. Humming, Y/N acknowledged Zenitsu’s words, the words he has said so many times and they finally thought they were coming around too. The breeze caught their hair, entangling it with Zenitsu's golden locks.

Glancing at the male, Y/N pondered their relationship. It was obvious the two of them were in love, and that they would never let each other go. Maybe, just maybe, they would turn out to be good parents.

Finally finding confidence from somewhere deep within them, they suddenly got a devious plan.

Gently, Y/N pushed Zenitsu off their shoulder, him shooting them a confused look. That didn't last long as Y/N pushed him down onto his back with them straddling him, their crotch suddenly over his. Leaving down close to whisper in his ear.

"Then why don't we try now, Zenitsu~"

"W-well, I- ah Y/N~ w-wait"

His words were cut short by Y/N's clothed crotch coming down to meet his in a rough grind, causing him to moan out loud. Shock was the single word that could describe Zenitsu's feelings. The love of his life finally agreed to have his children!

Next thing you know, Y/N is on their back with Zenitsu pushing their legs up and into a mating press as he released load after load into them. Clothes strung around them as they were both completely naked on the forest floor. Grass decorated the both of their hair from previous positions. But grass wasn't the only thing decorating them, love bites trailed down Y/N's body and Zenitsu's with bite marks. Their bodies intertwined as every move made the sensitive crybaby whine out and plead for more, while Y/N would tease him for this by asking if he wanted to come, but quickly denying him of his release. Every thrust was strong and filled with passion, leaving Y/N to groan at the sudden movement, not expecting the timid male to actually try and act dominant, being that every time that they've engaged in these acts before Y/N was always the one in control. Zenitsu's tear stained face only made Y/N's hole clench, reveling in his wrecked features.

With a few final thrusts he whimpered out Y/N's name and released deep inside them, watching his cum dribble out of their puffy folds and onto the ground. Gently he pushed the stream of cum leaking down their ass back into their already filled cunt, giving him a sense of fulfillment.

Panting, he let go of their legs and pulled them close, his head pushed into the crook of Y/N's neck. Thanking them over and over again for finally letting him have his very own children.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #Zenitsu smut #Zenitsu x reader

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larcenywrites · 1 month

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kinda random but headcanons about young!tony telling maria stark all about his girlfriend (maybe she was his best friend/childhood friend and then they fell in love and maria always teased them about how they'd make a cute couple) and maria teasing him about being a lovesick puppy but also being super happy about it + relationship advice from mama stark 🤧🥰 maybe her telling tony what she thinks of his girlfriend and everything 🥺👉👈

Tbh I like the idea of Tony and his s/o being cute childhood friends🥺 and this is already long but I feel like I have so much more I wanna say 😭 I hardly know what I said here honestly 😭 I focused a lot more on the childhood aspect ngl 😭

Word count: 1,909

Warnings: she/her terms and pronouns used | completely SFW |

💠You and Tony have been connected at the hip since childhood! Neighbors, both the only children in your families, same age— so of course you both got up to no good in the shared strip of grass between your homes! And eventually up to no good in each other's homes!

💠Cue that video of that kid crying because the other kid said that she'd marry him 😂 That's pretty much little you and little Tony! Your Superman and Barbie were always married to his Batman and He-Man toys, and maybe you made him be the housewife when you played house in the kitchen 😌 And Maria was probably much more entertained with whatever love-betrayal-murder plot you two came up with on the living room floor than the daytime soaps on the tv 🤧

💠Especially if Maria is best friends with your parent/s, I'm sure she was the type to giggle about how their kids will grow up and get married

💠He was ripping apart RC cars instead of playing with them in the driveway, or making you hold wires in place while he duct-taped them around a pipe. And Howard wasn't very happy when he started tearing television remotes apart, too…

💠So when daddy dearest shipped him off to boarding school, summers and holidays were practically spent entirely together!

💠He always hid in your backyard when he was sent home early from boarding school for being difficult, and was oh-so-boastful about winning the fight that got him sent home early- that he didn't even start, by the way! He started hiding in your room on the days he had to go back, but he wasn't going to let you get in trouble for hiding him when now your parents were involved in the search too 😖

💠Every year, the same routine. Sometimes he came back a little taller, and sometimes he was leaving with a new haircut (of which you weren't afraid to let him know your opinion of it!) that would be grown back out by the time he returned, but one day, in particular, was different...

💠 He'd shown up at your window as per usual, right at the end of summer, finally tall enough to cross his arms over your windowsill without standing on his toes.

💠 "I don't wanna go," he whined, squishing his cheek against his arm as he rested his head upon his crossed arms.

💠"But you'll get in trouble," you argued back, meeting him at the window and standing on your knees, still looking down at him.

💠"I'll get in trouble either way." He continued to pout, but you didn't let up either.

💠"It's just one more year." But your plea was only met with a sigh.

💠"Here," you started decisively, tone making him turn towards you, still with his chin tucked over his arms. With a short bout of courage, you quickly leaned down before he could even realize, barely touching your lips to his in a child's-excuse-of-a-kiss that hardly lasted a second. "I'll wait for you to get back, okay?" You chirped reassuringly, fighting the heat under your cheeks.

💠Wide-eyed and red-faced, no longer slumped over crossed arms and tight-lipped, he could only nod cartoonishly.

💠 You'd always thought he looked silly and a bit scrawny in his school uniform, but now he looked quite cute in those silly green shorts as he was finally heeding Jarvis' call from the car.

💠Both fortunately and unfortunately, nothing special happened or changed once he came home, but as time passes, it's only natural for the two of you to get shy at close contact or steal glances during a round of Galaga or Mario, and maybe sitting a bit close for the thrill!

💠And Maria obviously notices! She doesn't play on the NES herself, but she enjoys watching! Or maybe just enjoys watching you guys 🤭

💠And later that night at dinner, she's definitely teasing Tony about how cute you two are, but even Howard comes to the poor blushing boy's rescue 😖

💠Remember that Tony went to college real early at 16, probably much to your secret bitterness and dismay 😒 but the worst was that, once again, he only came home on summers and winters and holidays 😔 where you got to hear all about his new friend and maybe felt a bit jealous 😔

💠But at least with his more formal education (and more trust from his dad), he was no longer so anarchic with his little science experiments! Sure, he'd always made little robots and been able to put anything back together with only minor issues, but now you were seeing him in a section of the paper with much larger robots and maybe feeling a bit silly now about holding the flashlight for him while he tore apart your family's backup generator 😅

💠And maybe you leaned in a little too close on purpose when he was sketching out his blueprints to bring to class after spring break... hey, they are actually really good!

💠Eventually those RC cars became real cars, and eventually he asked you out… with some help from his mom, of course.

💠"Tony, when are you going to man up and ask (Y/N) out?" Maria asks one day.

💠"Huh?" He's genuinely confused and taken aback, looking over at his mom with furrowed brows.

💠"You heard me."

💠"I don't think it's like that," he replies meekly, already blushing.

💠"Didn't you say she kissed you?"

💠"Yeah, when we were like fourteen…"

💠"And it doesn't seem anyone else is willing to hang out with you every day..."

💠"Should I be offended by that?"

💠"You should be inspired."

💠Tony rolls his eyes a little, but it is already something he's thought about. Of course he's thought about it! And honestly, you've probably dropped some very frustratingly obvious hints 😖 and Tony isn't stupid. You know this, he knows this. Well, maybe he's a little more inept when it comes to social cues, but still!

💠Maria has known you for nearly you're whole life, and she already adores you, so don't worry, she also talks all about how lovely you seem and how Tony should go for it! She's on your side! As soon as you leave, she'll have something to say!

💠And the longer Tony puts it off, the more she'll just downright be like, "Y/N was flirting with you, dummy!!!!" or "You guys are very cute 🥰"

💠Tony is frustrated not because he disagrees, but because he really doesn't know what to do and doesn't wanna look stupid :( Because, let's be honest, in this circumstance, he has 0 experience 🤧

💠After awkwardly trying and failing to ask you out in his garage one night, after fumbling to grab every tool and getting hit by the car's hood he didn't properly secure, and then became even more flustered after you grabbed onto his shoulders and head and asked if he was okay, he decided to begrudgingly ask his mom for help 😖

💠And gets even more embarrassed when she excitedly agrees 😓

💠"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just help me out here," he whines in a regional New York accent that he's probably mostly shed by now with his college career.

💠And only many months later will Maria tell you about his red cheeks and scrunched nose as he asked 🤭

💠But!!! What she's saying... he already failed at a few days ago :( He tried asking you on a date during a casual hangout :( but he was already not doing himself many favors so he gave up and just let you go home with nothing more than a meek "see ya 🙂"

💠His mom makes him feel a little better about it, especially when she says that you probably thought it was cute😊😊 and probably knew what was up anyway! But, uh, maybe still make sure you don't do that next time... have more confidence!

💠So... the next time you're both hanging out in his garage... he's probably puffing out his chest and flexing a bit 🤭 but when you do look, it does help his confidence! And that's the point!

💠This time when you go to leave, he's still a bit flustered and stumbling through a few words, but he does manage to get out a "so, um... I was thinking maybe we should go somewhere... nicer? Next time? Maybe Friday?"

💠He becomes a bit squeaky at the end there, but it only helps him look cuter! Of course, you've been waiting on this for years, probably, so you can confidently smile back at him and tell him you'd love that- maybe even tell him that you have been waiting for him to ask!

💠Bonus points if you give him a little cheek kiss before you head home, kinda reminiscent of your silly little childhood kiss 🥰 And yes, Tony never forgot it 😘

💠Your confidence (and his lack thereof) definitely throws him off! But don't let his stiff demeanor fool you! He's very happy! And can't hide his grin when he head into his own house... which his mom instantly picks up on and may have been watching through the window 🤭

💠And might tease him about that little kiss 😘

💠But now... he has to actually plan the date 😨

💠First dates are always awkward (especially with your childhood friend!), but with some pretty flowers and surprisingly confident handholding, it goes well!

💠Bonus points for another cheek kiss before you head inside your house after he drops you off 😘

💠Either way, now he's hooked!

💠Now, when you lean over the edge of the car to look under the hood and huddle close to him, he can't help but smile all giddy and sneak a kiss 🥺 because now he's allowed to and now he's super cute 😭

💠He used to always keep it to himself, but now when he calls his mom every week from school like usual, he can't help but complain about being bored without you 🥺 only for Rhodey to scoff offendedly behind him loud enough for Maria to hear 😭

💠And you know Rhodey got an earful when Tony returned from Summer break talking about his new girlfriend 😘

💠And you also know that when Tony calls you from school, Rhodes is waiting not only to make his own calls, but 7 out of 10 times waiting to make kissy noises and aws every time Tony says he misses you or anything along those lines 🥰 The other times, Rhodey does give you guys some peace and quiet, but sometimes him being there for the call is fun too!

💠But even when he is home, and even if you were just over yesterday or earlier that day, Maria can tell he's bummed ☹️

💠But honestly it does kinda make her happy! Her son is in love!! But she can't help but tease him about being all lovesick 🥰🥰 There's probably a picture somewhere of him pouting at the breakfast table, but he'll brush it off as him being tired 😤

💠The two of them being close is, believe it or not, a good thing for you! Sure, Maria is protective of her son, but she's also protective of you! Moreso when it comes to your relationship with Tony!

💠If Tony comes to confide in her about an argument, whether or not he's in the wrong, she's telling him how to fix it 🤧 and sending him with flowers 💐

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strawbn1ng · 3 months

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Nervous -Hannyoung ♡

Lee Lusher x Choi Hannah (OC)

tw: lesbians in love, friends to lovers, fluff, kinda suggestive ig ?

aclarations: this can be take as a lusher x reader, just that reader has brown hair and is called one way specific, also she/her pronouns! the banner photos do not represent the reader, it's just for the aesthetic. have fun!

985 words/not proofread

recommended to listen while reading: nervous by the neighbourhood

Lately, Hannah's feelings had been a complete roller coaster. From the happiness and joy she had talking to her best friend Lusher, to the jealousy and insecurities she felt rising up her chest when her friend was too close to someone else (and we're not going to talk about when a guy would come up to flirt with her, because Hannah wouldn't really recognize herself being as curt with someone as she was with those guys). And this was because the chestnut had been experiencing strong feelings for Lusher for a couple of months now, but she was too scared to tell her. Or well, until she got tired of thinking so much.

Now the two girls were sitting on the grass of the quiet park where they used to go together. A cute basket full of strawberries on the floor next to them, detail by Hannah.

The girls were talking and laughing, telling stories and talking about people, obviously no gossip. After laughing at a stupid joke for two minutes, they fell silent, catching their breath. It took about 5 minutes until the blonde looked at her partner, who was deep in thought as usual.

"What're you thinking about?"

She tilted her head intently at Hannah's reaction, already getting to know her friend and her behaviors.

"Uhm, nothing."

Hannah evaded the girl's gaze, muttering and then giving her a small smile to which Lusher knitted his eyebrows slightly as he rested one of his hands on his friend's knee, causing her to jump slightly.

"What's bothering you, Hannah?"

The named girl was silent for a few seconds, then playing with her own fingers nervously.

"I… I don't really know if I should tell you"

Lusher licked her lips and looked at the girl next to her. She let out a small groan and started talking.

"You know I don't like seeing you like this, you shouldn't be using that brain of yours that much, Choi. I'm here if you need anything. Han, you know you can tell me anything you want. We're friends, after all."

The blonde spoke softly as she caressed the girl's leg, resting her head on her shoulder. Hannah's expression loosened a little, but the parts caressed by Lusher tightened.

"I know! But that's the problem, Lusher… I don't wanna be your friend."

The brunette's words were cut off a bit due to her nervousness, lowering her tone of voice in the last part. Lusher raised her head and stepped back to look at her, a confused expression on her face.

"W-what? What do you mean you don't wanna be my friend? Did I.. Did I do something?"

Hannah became slightly excited, raising her eyebrows and beginning to wave her hands, denying what she had said.

"No, no! What I'm trying to say is-"

The girl interrupted herself, sighing as she tried to stay calm.

"I love you Lusher, "

They exchanged glances as the girl tried to express herself without getting upset. If the moment hadn't been so tense for Hannah, she definitely would have admired her companion's bright eyes.

"…but not in a friendly way"

She ended with a soft and low tone, not daring to look at the blonde's first reaction.

Lusher blinked slowly, her body and mind frozen by the sudden declaration. Hannah in the other side was having the worst time of her life, regretting if she shouldn't have said that. Regretting if she just fuck it up and now she wouldn't have Lusher's friendship.

The brown haired girl swallow hard, her eyes starting to tickle as she got more anxious, begging for at least one reaction from the other woman, but she kept frozen while looking at her.

"Lusher, please… say something"

Hannah blinked while talking slowly, scared of what would happen. But when Lusher got closer to her, she got more surprised as her heart started to beat fast.

When the girl tried to calm down, she felt Lusher's warm breath that was making her more nervous than she should have at the moment. Hannah was so focused trying to make a move that she didn't realize how close their faces were, that's where her tranquility was triggered.

The blonde gently wrapped her lips against each other, taking her time in as her hands cupped Hannah's cheeks. Now it was her turn to get completely frozen with her eyes wide open.

A short moment passed until Hannah could do a slow move with her lips, trying to match Lusher's audacity. One of her hands raised to meet Lushers, searching for something to grab in the intimate moment.

The two girls kept kissing each other in a slowly and tenderly way, leaving little gasps from time to time. Hannah moved her body closer between the kiss, needing to feel the girl's physical touch. Lusher found this too cute and couldn't deny the affect to the girl and wrapped her arms around Hannah's waist under her shirt, touching her soft skin.

The blonde's long, cold fingers ran down the brunette's back, sending shivers down her back causing her to let out a slight whimper on her lips, needing all the contact she could get. Lusher giggled gently, the kiss becoming more and more intimate for both girls.

Hannah pressed her body even closer to Lusher's, not letting go when she wanted to separate, causing her to gently grab her chin to walk away slightly with a smile on her face, tenderly looking at Hannah's needy expression.

"Come on, pretty. Let's go to my place, hm?"

The other woman just nodded slowly while still looking at her as if she were a small cat, doubting her ability to speak at that moment.

Lusher stood up with a slight smile and helped the girl up as well, the two of them grabbing their things and starting to walk towards Lusher's apartment.

And god, that girl really make her nervous.

A/N: hope y'all enjoy this ^^

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ten-shi-fandoms · 1 year

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"It's absolutely a promise."

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CW: Fluff, nonsexual touching, characters are minors, Bachira being chaotic, GN reader, Reader plays football (soccer), bathing together

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All that could be heard throughout the field was laughter, cheering, and fits of playful insults.

This was a normal Saturday evening with Bachira Meguru and (F/N) (L/N).

Every Saturday evening they would go out to the field to play football (soccer) together, which always ended up in laugher and giggling.

Bachira would tease, and giggle each time the (h/c) head tripped when he moved just a little to fast , or burst out wheezing when they missed a shot after looking so confident that they would get it.

It was all out of good fun. Bachira got to practice his dribbling, happily babbling away about anything his mind could think of, while (Y/N) got to play together with their boyfriend without a care in the world.

This time was no different. Bachira and (Y/N) where playing on the field, Bachira tricking the (h/c) head by switching the ball from foot to foot until he eventually passed them. The sudden movement caught the (h/c) head by surprise, as they spun around to chase after him they slipped falling face first onto the grass.

Bachira paused hearing the thud behind him, as he looked back running over to the (h/c) head who stayed unmoving in the grass.

He kept his lips pressed tight trying hard not to laugh when the (h/c) head lifted their head up quickly their (s/c) face covered in dirt, pieces of grass and (h/c) hair sticking to their sweaty cheeks.

They both stayed quiet for a moment before bursting into laughter. The (h/c) head rolled over holding their stomach as laugher kept bubbling up from deep within themselves at the dumb accident, as Bachira laughed beside the (h/c) head leaning over before sitting on the damp grass next to his beloved.

Their laughter could be heard all across the field, as both teens kept laughing to the point they were both wheezing from the effort.

Bachira was the first to stop laughing, hiccups leaving his lips from how hard he had been wheezing, a giddy smile on his face as he stared at the still laughing (h/c) head.

Moments like this are what he loved more than life itself.

The sun beginning to set.

The soft orange and yellow hues coloring (s/c) skin in a almost ethereal light.

(H/C) hair messy, sticking to skin.

(E/c) eyes half-lidded almost completely closed, tears at the corners threating to slip with each laugh.

And oh the laughter.

The sweet sound of their laughter.

Bachira could swear their laughter was sent from the heavens and blessed for only his ears to hear.

It wasn't a forced laugh, or a playful giggle, not even a cute wheeze, it was a laugh that only came out of (Y/N) when Bachira was around.

It was sweet, wheezing, full blown out of breath type of laughing. The sound making Bachira grin widely quickly wrapping his arms around the (h/c) head pulling their sweaty form closer to his own, letting out small giggles.

"Your all dirty! You wanna come over? I'm sure Mama won't mind you coming over to clean up!" he chirped. His eyes wide with anticipation.

The (h/c) head slowly stopped laughing, staring at the excited almost puppy like expression on Bachira's face as he awaited their answer. They hummed a bit in false thought before quickly nodding a large grin plastered on their own features.

"Sure! I would love to!"

That's how they got here.

Bachira sitting behind the (h/c) head, the bathtub full of bubbles practically overflowing at this point, soap and water all over the floor, while (Y/n) hummed as Bachira gentle hands ran through their (h/c) hair.

It was soft.

The entire mood had changed for playful to calm.

When they had first got the bath ready they got into a play fight causing bubbly water to go every where. But soon after Bachira had randomly asked to wash their hair and they agreed.

With each hum, Bachira would run his fingers through the strands as if he was going along to the rhythm. He was surprising quiet yet the (h/c) head didn't mind.

When Bachira was quiet he was usually in thought, so it was always best not to disturb him. Suddenly they felt hands wrap around their torso, pulling them into something solid.

(Y/N) glanced back at the boy behind them, a large smile on Bachira's face when he caught (e/c) eyes with his golden ones.

His fingers rubbing small shapes on the (h/c) head's (s/c) chest. His touches were feathery light, the touch as delicate as Bachira could make them. A small content sigh left the (h/c) haired individual as they relaxed into Bachira toned chest, causing a small giggle to leave the boy.

"You want to know something (Y/N)-san?" the male hummed, the (h/c) head humming back in acknowledgment. Bachira's grin softened into a boyish smile, the same smile they fell in love with just a year prior.

"I want to stay with you forever", this small statement made (Y/N)'s heart swell with affection as they waited for Bachira to continue.

"I want to marry you as soon as possible! So wait for me, okay? Wait until I can get you a ring and show the whole world your mine!" as Bachira finished, he noticed the (h/c) head's dazed expression.

Their (s/c) cheeks dusted with a soft red, their lips parted as if inhaling would make everything disappear, and their eyes, those beautiful (e/c) eyes glossy, fully focused on him.

As they closed their mouth, before they parted again a sheepish smile growing on their face. Then they nodded. And kept nodding, giving Bachira the answer he needed.

He laughed, a sound that sounded like honey in their ears as he placed a barrage of kisses over their face making them giggle at the affectionate action.

"Then it's a promise! When we get older I'm going to marry you!" he cheered, his grip around their torso tightening a bit as he laid his head gently on their shoulder letting out a breathy laugh,

"It's absolutely a promise."

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Stalkers

Poly!tlb x reader x star x michael

TW// stalker themes, yandere, idk general creepy vamp shit

It started a month after you moved to Santa Carla.

The notes that is. And the gifts, the sounds of footsteps on your roof top, flashes of faces in the corners of your vision, the feeling of being watched at every moment.

You dreaded the night. The sun was your only solace.

You hadn't wanted to move here, having grown up in Alaska where it was significantly colder and known more for its amazing forest views than anything. But work had dragged you out here, and so you traded your snow for coarse, dry sand.

At least food was cheaper.

The house you had been given was quaint, you couldn't think of a better way to describe it. Set just half a mile from any other civilisation, the garden lush with grass and vegetatio despite how dry the land was else where. Your favourite was the large trees which built a wall around most of the property, giving you some shade from the sun when you were still getting used to the head.

It was a bungalow, of sorts. The attic had been converted by the old couple who used to live there, and naturally the upstairs was all your own private space, a bedroom-office combo with a beautiful round window that let the light shine in.

After a week you were settled, and you could see it becoming your very own paradise. You were young after all and there was no point in fretting over a home that you might be dragged out of in a few months.

Then, one Sunday, May twenty-second, the first of them arrived.

You never wanted to leave your bed. I mean, it was a cheap mattress you had bought on sale at some shoddy store, but it was just so so soft.

That was down to the bedding you had - sweet cream coloured brushed cotton, even your teal toned quilt and pillow covers were made of it. If a sheep was kept clean all its life you were sure it would feel like this.

But alas, your dumb human brain wouldn't let you mooch for too long without guilt.

The house was still and you could hear birds chirping in the morning hours as you climbed down the narrow, steep steps from your upper floor abode.

It was still a little messy since you had been on a little shopping trip the day before. But you needed new clothes since you had few things for this kind of heat, nor anything of real fashion.

You didn't really care for fashion, if you liked how it looked and the feel of it didn't make your skin crawl you were happy. But your new and only friend, Gina, had insisted on taking you to some of the cheaper shops she knew you would be able to find a few nice pieces in.

Now your bank account crying at you.

Instinctually you went to the coffee pot in the kitchen, prepping enough for the day and turning it on, enjoying the scratchy broken sound the ancient machine made as you went to open the backdoor and let air through.

"What to do, what to do..." putting away shopping was the furthest thing from your mind, it was the last day of the weekend before you had to go meet clients all week. You wanted to do something fun.

The machine stopped and you went to the freezer, pulling out an ice tray from the top shelf and bringing it to the counter. You grabbed a glass and began prepping your chosen beverage, sweet iced coffee with condensed milk and cream. You were bound to die before you reached thirty but by god, your taste buds would be satisfied.

As you worked you glanced out the window towards the driveway, your boxy yellow beetle still safe and sound, albeit covered in dust and sand but still cute.

You grabbed a spoon and muddled the ingredients together, heading to the front, it wasn't mail day but you also hadn't checked since Wednesday. Maybe you'd recieved something fun from your boss, she was known to send you silly magazine clips that she thought looked cool, it was a good thing she was an office gal and not someone in control of the arts department.

It was already hot outside, the summer months would be worse. At least you'd never worry about rickets. A small win in the murder capital of the world.

Taking a sip you nearly moaned. Recently you had been visiting a little market stall that came round the other side of town every Tuesday, some sweet old man called Tom bought beans of every variety with him, but this was a special brew and tasted like heaven in your morning cup. And your midday cup, and your dinner cup, thinking on it you might have a problem.

Oh well.

You could make sight of it now, your little blue mailbox, still standing proud now that a metal beam connected it to the ground. It was the only way to get those dreadful skaters to stop knocking into it with their cars as they headed down the backstreets.

And it was most definetly there before you moved in, yes thats right officer its not funny that their car wrapped around it.

It was very funny, you would happily do it again.

"Oh hell yes," there was something there, a small bundle and a few tiny envelopes, they were new. Maybe Marie was trying a new thing, maybe she was becoming human at last and learning to communicate like one too. Wouldn't that be a sight.

You didn't spare another glance at them as you strolled back home, regretting the decision not to wear a hat as the sun blinded your poor corneas.

Pushing the door open you gave yourself a moment to enjoy the heat leaving you, fortunately, the house had good airflow, could have done with curtains too but oh well.

When you placed down the letters you immediately went for the thick stack you recognised, inside was enough clippings to make a whole new magazine, and you were particularly enjoying some of the more colourful clothing hidden within. One thing about this part of the US was how eccentric things could be in terms of style.

It didn't take long to sort through them, and by the time you were done your coffee was almost void of ice so you added some of it black to help with the wateryness, the dark liquid now alot cooler than before.

What next caught your eye was the small number of light, dainty letters. They were pretty, the paper thin and almost seethrough to the point you doubted you needed to do more than hold them up to the light to know what was written on them.

Though, there where were stickers holding them closed. Flowers, kiddie shaped ones, even one made to look like melted wax.

This was...most unlike Marie.

You opened one with a daffodil sticker on it, feeling the smooth edge as you lifted the cover and pulled the letter out.

It was one sided, glancing at the envelope you saw the words 'our love' written, scrawled in beautiful calligraphy.

"What the hell..."

Maybe this wasn't for you, maybe the old owner. No. You shook your head. They were dead, passed almost a year ago and having lived in the house for half a century.

You unfolded it, eyes raking over the words a thousand times.

It was, poetry? It was beautiful, but you hated poetry, your grandmother made you recite it to her every Sunday after church and you despised how obsessive people became over words which could hold nothing, or everything. It was always too hard to decipher, to analyse. Never something you saw as affectionate.

My carnation,

the air in my lungs,

I wish to breathe.

Wont you come home to me?

What the fuck.

You reached for another, one with a pink heart sticker. Christ.

There was a lipstick print, still rosy and smelling faintly of chocolate, thick and plump.

I will be your starlight,

your moonlight,

your sunlight,

your lifeline.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope. No thank you.

You didn't touch the other two, leaving them on the counter and stepping back.

It took an hour of pacing and another cup of coffee before you opened the final ones.

One held some dried pressed flowers, and the other with the words 'we'll be waiting for you, our little love'.

Your little paradise was now a prison, more letters came and things unexplainable kept happening.

Thing got better after some time, after you went to the police. They were basically useless though, telling you they couldn't do anything unless your stalker(s?) threatened to harm you.

Which the letters never did.

At one point they stopped. And you thought you might finally be left alone to recoup your mental state. But no, instead, when they started again they were werse.

Obsessive. Deranged.

They talked about personal things, what you had been up to, the changes you made in your home, everything you wore, when you cut your hair, when you changed roles at work.

One time there was money in one of the envelopes, a thick stack of twenties with a note saying it was for your car, which had been hit by someone why you were down at the boardwalk with it. The damage wasn't bad but you had been pretty bummed by the large scratch and dent marring the pretty pale yellow paint.

You supposed that was the only positive thing to come out of it.

But in the end you couldn't do it. You couldn't take the money and fix your sweet little bug, choosing to look at the dent sadly each day as you continued to work.

Soon enough you would get paid anyway.

Then you would fix it.

Today you had headed out into town, wanting to pick up some groceries since your fridge and cupboards were pretty bare and the last thing you needed was to be a grumpy rat while taking calls for the rest of the week.

The sky was already growing dark and you decided to be as quick as you could, hating the idea of driving down the pitch black roads late at night.

When you arrived at the 24-hour-has-everything-you-could-ever-need store it was almost desolate, just a truck driver and some bikes parked out front.

Walking in soothed you, but the AC kept making an awful rattling sound that made your spine tingle.

The trucker was talking to the attendant, clearly happy to have someone to mellow out with for a small while before he had to get back on the road.

In the back by some drinks fridges was who you assumed to be the bikers, a tall blonde with wild hair and a long dirtied coat, his smaller counter-part adorning much more colourful attire.

As you walked around with your cart they kept glancing at you, their wide, bright eyes burning into your back.

Your cart was already pretty full by the time you had made it halfway through the store. Stacked high with snacks and cupboard food that would last you a long while.

Honestly, you probably should buy some plants, you were going to be here a while and it wouldn't hurt you to grow some of your own food, maybe even start a little garden.

"Something catch your eye sugar?"

You jumped with a squeak, dropping the can of coffee in your hand, watching as it was caught by a pale hand just before it hit the ground.

"Gotta be careful hun, gonna make a mess."

Looking up you were met with pale blue eyes, wide and bright like a puppy's with something darker shining within.

His brow was arched as you continued analysing him, leaning down closer to you til his lips met your ear, "I think you dropped this."

Before you could respond the cold can was pushed to your chest, your hands instinctively coming up to hold it.

He left you with a smile, yanking on his friend's jacket as he brushed past you.

What the hell

A week later, there was $56.23 in your mailbox.

The exact amount you spent at the grocery store.

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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Ohemgee I love how you write fanfics!! And if you take requests, could you please write a ( sorry I'm kinda horny for munsen ) NSFW Vampire!Eddie munsen x Fem!reader ?? ( Just to quench our horny Eddie thoughts please, tho you don't have to💖 and if you do decide to write this vampire Eddie and reader fic please take your time there is no rush💖💖 @cxrps-doodles-shit

Thank you so much!!! And don’t apologise, on this blog we are all horny for munson🙏🏻 so I absolutely love this prompt and had to write it. I am part of the Eddie's death deniers club so I love all the vampire Eddie theories and not to get excited but they actually seem plausible? I pray they do it but if not this is my fixit vamp!Eddie fic because this is what we deserve!!!

warnings: angst and smut, with details of blood and blood drinking obvs

You hadn't truly known love until you'd met Eddie. You became friends with him years ago now, the two inseparable outcasts who didn’t want to be held down by conformity. People always joked you were dating back then considering how close you were, but it was always something you both laughed off, too afraid to confront it and risk losing the other. Things changed on the day of your graduation, Eddie hadn’t passed and a darkness had fallen over you both. It meant the two of you being separated for the first time in years and neither of you were coping with the thought well. Eddie couldn’t stand that things were going to change and decided while you were smoking in the back of his van after the ceremony, talking about what would become of your lives, that he had to finally tell you how he felt. And the rest was history. Come two years later, your relationship is stronger than ever and Eddie was on his third go of senior year. He’d half assed it the year before, he could admit that to himself. But this time was different, this time he was determined to pass. He’d reiterated the same news to you that he’d told the boys earlier that day, that 86’ was going to finally be his year. And you’d beamed at him and kissed him all over, gushing your support and belief in him. More so than just graduating, Eddie wanted to get out of school and start his life with you properly. Actually get a place he could call his own with you. Little did either of you know that everything would change that night, and what the next few days would hold.

The foreshadowing had always been there, hiding in plain sight if you’d have known to look for it. But of course you hadn’t, it wasn’t something you would have known how to even comprehend at the time. This is what you tell yourself as you rock yourself back and forth on your knees, chest wracked by your anguished sobs, the voices around you muffled as hands try to drag you up from the floor to stand. You numb yourself and think back to just a couple of hours earlier, when everything was still okay. You think of the field you were all sat in as you prepared for the battle.

Eddie had been sat with you putting together his shield, his tongue cutely poking out between his lips as he fixed the last nail to the lid. He lifts it up towards you excitedly, eyes glinting as he shows you the finished product.

"Check it out baby!" He says, swinging the shield around in the air as he tests its usability.

"How's she feeling?" You ask with a chuckle while Eddie parades around the grass, seemingly very impressed with his new weapon. He turns to you with a wide grin, thrusting the shield high into the air.

"Light, but durable. Deadly, but reliable. I think I like her" He says with a chuckle of his own, placing it down on the floor as he comes to sit next to you and place a gentle hand on your thigh. He can tell you're being withdrawn, mind plagued with worry about what was to come later. "Whatever happens tonight, remember I love you with all of my heart" Eddie tells you softly, reaching a hand up to cup your face that you turn away from with furrowed brows.

"Stop, Eddie. I don't want you talking like that, like something's going to happen" You say in a shaky whisper, tears threatening to spill past your eyes as you look at your boyfriend pleadingly. "I hate this plan" you say quieter, looking down to the floor sorrowfully as you kick some dirt beneath your feet.

"It's all going to be okay, I promise you. I'll lure the bats over and then get straight out of there, just like we all planned" He assures you, a sadness in his tone as he cradled your face in his chest gently while you cry against him. "I promise baby, I’m always going to be here with you. It's all going to be okay" he whispers, stroking your hair as you bury your face further into him, taking in his scent and his warmth. Your grip on him is tight and it fills him with a small sense of comfort, as being in your arms always does. Eddie was scared too, terrified in fact to have to play bait to these monsters, and terrified for you to be going with the others to attack Vecna. All of the anticipation of what was to come left a metallic taste of fear and discomfort in his mouth, that he tries to swallow down into his heavy anxiety ridden chest. You pull away to look at Eddie, staring into those beautiful brown eyes as he throws you a loving smile, cupping your cheeks gently with his palms.

“I love you Eddie” You say softly, a small smile gracing your beautiful features that makes Eddie’s heart melt. He smiles even wider at you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap while you giggle at his actions.

“I love you too, so much” He responds gently, pressing his forehead against yours and gazing into your eyes adoringly. “We’re gunna get this done, save Hawkins, and then we are going to go start our life together” He tells you happily, the widest grin on his gorgeous features as his thumb grazes your cheek. You smile at him adoringly and pull him down into a soft kiss, both losing yourselves and forgetting the situation for just a moment as you melt into the kiss, until you hear Dustin making gagging noises from across the field.

“Hey, who you making noises at squirt” Eddie says with a chuckle as he pulls away from you, jumping up in a running attack at Dustin. You laugh and shake your head as the boys play fight, smiling to yourself at how playful and energetic Eddie always was. You’re so glad to see this connection he’d formed with Dustin, Eddie wasn’t like this with a lot of people so it thrilled you to see him open himself up like this. As you watch him a sense of calm washes over you, no matter what had happened these past few days, this was still the reality you knew and nothing could change this. Nothing, you tell yourself with a nervous shudder.

It was all supposed to be okay. You’d all destroyed Vecna’s body as planned and you, Nancy, Robin and Steve were making your way out of the house in relief that it was over. All you wanted was to get back to Eddie and get the hell out of here. Hawkins probably wasn’t an option anymore what with the murder allegations, but you and Eddie would run as far away as you could and start a life somewhere new, together. As long as you were with him, anywhere is home. The four of you were about to celebrate as you walked out of the house, until the ground began to quake violently beneath your feet, the grandfather clock in the house chiming loudly. Your gut twisted in dread as the four of you looked at each other in fear, walking back into the house carefully to inspect the clock. One word from Nancy and you all realised what this meant in horror, and promptly ran out of the house to get back to Dustin and Eddie at the gate. Steve being the fastest had sped off in front of you, and practically knocked down the trailer door trying to get in. You pant as you try and catch your breath, coming to a slow jog as you reach the trailer yourself. You burst into the house and look round to find Eddie and run straight to his arms for a hug, but strangely he isn’t in here with Dustin. Your stomach turns as you look at the two boys in front of you, Steve wide eyed and looking devastated, hugging Dustin with a comforting stroke on his back. You notice Dustin is crying profusely, his brows furrowed sadly as his eyes meet yours.

“No” You say just above a whisper, shaking your head in disbelief as your heart drops into your stomach. “Where is he?” You ask shakily as you clench your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pure fear washing over you. Dustin cries harder and shakes his head, managing to croak out an ‘I’m so sorry’ between his cries. “Dustin, where is he?!” You ask louder, voice breaking as your eyes widen and fill with tears that threaten to slip down your face. Dustin shakily raises his hand to point to the door, and you waste no time in running out of the house, as everyone calls out your name and tells you not to go back out there. You look around frantically once you’re out of the house, the tears blurring your vision as you try and see Eddie. You can’t believe it, it can’t be true, you have to find him now and bring him home. You shake and sob in fear as you run down the road desperately calling his name, Steve emerging from the house behind you to try and run after you. And that’s when you saw him. You couldn’t have been sure from a distance, all you saw was a protrusion on the ground, but as you got closer you could make out his clothes. You can also see how much blood is on them as you begin to cry harder, feeling sick to your stomach with terror. You begin to sob his name louder as you run as fast as your legs can take you, feet burning when you finally reach his side and fall to your knees on the floor.

“Eddie, baby” You sob out to him, shaking his shoulders while his head shakes slacken. “Eddie please it’s me” You cry, cupping his cheeks and choking out more sobs as your hands are met with his cold, damp skin. You wail loudly, body hunched over his as you cry in your despair, rocking Eddie back and forth on your lap. You feel a strong hand on your shoulder behind you and vaguely hear some mumbled sorrowful words but it does nothing to comfort you while your world is being torn apart. Your soulmate, your best friend and the entire life you had envisioned together ripped out of your grasp so cruelly as this. You’re covered in his blood now but you couldn’t fucking care less, you keep a desperate grip on him while you look into his cold, vacant eyes.

“Eddie please, you can’t leave me you promised” You sob, shaking him some more in your despair. “Please, please, please you can’t” you cry, getting more frantic with your actions and words. Steve is muttering something to you about having to go before everything crumbles around you guys, before you can’t use the gate anymore, but you ignore him as you keep your face in Eddies chest, rocking with him. When you ignore him again he tries to pull you up, to which you shriek in response and hold onto Eddie harder as the tears flood from your eyes. “Let me stay here with him” you tell Steve, voice broken and devoid of any desire, but as the quakes get worse Steve only sighs sadly and begins to pick you up much to your protest, screaming and kicking and smacking your hands against him as he tries to steady you and pull you away. The others have apparently come to help too, Robin grabbing onto you as they mutter about how the gate is starting to split and you all need to leave now. “No! No please we can’t leave him here! I can’t leave him” You sob in protest, voice harsh and wrecked from your crying and screaming. You feel as though you’re about to be sick as they keep dragging you away, Eddie left there on the ground all by himself. “Please we can’t leave him, please. I can’t leave him here” You tell them over and over frantically as they pull you away, the anxiety of being separated from him filling your chest, getting you in a chokehold as you cry and scream. “Let me stay with him, I’m begging you. My place is by his side, always, in life or death. Let me be with him” You ask, broken and trembling as they continue to pull you away from him. Your place is by Eddies side and if he isn’t here anymore, you shouldn’t be either.

“I’m so, so sorry for what you’re going through but we can’t take him back, it’s too risky. If anyone found his body there is no way to explain all of the bites. And we’re certainly not leaving you here to die” Steve tells you sadly, clearly torn up from watching how distraught you are but focused on getting the four of you out of here before the upside down literally collapsed around you. Once Eddie was out of your sight everything else was a blur, you don’t know how you got out of there, don’t know how you ended up home. You’d just cried until you puked and passed out, waking up in your bed the next morning and sobbing once more as you remember what had happened the night before. This was how you were for the last week, you hadn’t left your bed, you hadn’t gotten up to do anything. The others had come to check on you occasionally, make sure you were eating and looking after yourself. But you were just numb, completely devoid of any emotion but the existential sadness of your loss. Wayne had come to see you as well after his talk with Dustin, bringing you the most comfort anyone had yet as he cried with you, reminisced on some of your favourite memories of Eddie together. He felt this profound loss too, and that was something the two of you could only relate to together.

“That kid, Dustin, he gave this to me but I think its a better fit you have it. Eddie definitely would have wanted you to.” Wayne tells you gently as he carefully pulls Eddie’s necklace out of his pocket and delicately puts it in your open palm, causing the tears to flood from your eyes all over again. Wayne gives you a sad smile and hugs you as you bawl your eyes out, thanking him for thinking to give it to you.

The guests came and went for a while, you weren’t keeping track of how much time was passing. You were just in a perpetual state of nothingness, either completely disheveled and sobbing your eyes out thinking about Eddie or sitting there numb and emotionless, wishing you could only join him. It was a cold night about 2 or 3 weeks after the incident, you couldn’t sleep as per usual and had sparked up a joint in an attempt to numb your mind. You were sat by your open window as you smoked, the air bellowing in and causing a draft that creaked your door open and shut of its own accord. The rhythmic sound of it was almost peaceful to your near catatonic mind, anything to distract you from the ever-present thoughts. You were mindlessly blowing out of the window, basking in the breeze against your tear stricken face, when you heard a creak from deeper within the house. You turn to look at the door, which was still creaking as you’d last heard it, brows furrowed as you tried to listen for the noise again. Must just be the draft creeping into other areas of the house. A minute or so passes, and then you hear another louder creak, one that you realise almost sounds like a footstep against the floorboards of the stairs. Then another one, and then another until it sound as though it stops at the top of the stairs, just a few feet away from your door. Your blood runs cold as you try and listen out for the faint noise, skin prickling in fear as you hold your breath and wait for the sound. But all you hear now is the creaking of your own door as you had all night, and after a couple of minutes pass with no other noises, you let out your breath and relax a little bit more again. It’s quite fitting really that you’re losing your mind, you think to yourself. You take another drag of your joint and blow it mindlessly out of the window, palm resting on your cheek as you over the night sky, brightened by stars. The nights are always the most peaceful to you, when everyone is asleep and you can’t see the true extent of the damage upon Hawkins. It's a constant reminder of what happened, and that you can’t even tell anyone about it. You sigh into the silence of your room, feeling the tears prickling at your sore eyes again until you replay what you’d just said to yourself in your head. The silence of your room. There was no sound anymore, despite the fact you hadn’t shut the window so your door should still be creaking. You swallow nervously, breathing in sharply through your nose as you slowly turn to look at the door, which you notice in fear was now wide open. You almost want to call out into the silence, but decide against it, telling yourself bitterly that if someone has come to kill the ‘murderer, cult leaders’ girlfriend you would happily let them.

“That’s not the kind of attitude I expect from my girl” Comes a deep voice from the darkness, a voice that you couldn’t mistake for anybody else. You scream and your eyes shoot to where the sound came from, a darkened corner of your room, where you see a silhouette leaning precariously against the wall.

“Eddie?” You ask in absolute disbelief, your voice only a whisper as you try and make out his face in the darkness. Is this, is this some kind of cruel joke? Or some kind of upside down magic shit? Whatever it is, the figure shuffles nervously, fiddling with his fingers just like Eddie always did when he was nervous.

“It’s me baby. B-but I need you to know something before you see me” He says carefully, holding his hands up to keep you from coming closer to him as you furrow your brows in confusion at him.

“How?” Is all you can manage to whisper out to him, bewildered as to how you could have seen his literal body, felt his lack of pulse yet have him standing here before you.

“Well, I… I remember I had tried to keep the bats away from the gate, lured them off on my bike but there was too many of them. They got me, and Dustin held me while I…” He trails off, voice choked as he tries to find the words. “I woke up in the upside down, after everything had happened. You were all gone, a-and I was so confused. But mostly I was… thirsty” he says to you, unsure of how to even explain it himself, fear in his voice as he continues. “That was when I noticed the fangs. I guess it was from the bites, they do say in legend that being bitten by a bat is… how you turn” He says quietly, swallowing as he looks at you nervously for your response. You say nothing, you just reach a silent hand out to the darkness, brows furrowed and eyes full of love, pleading with him to come out and show you it was really him.

He takes a step forward, and standing there before you, illuminated like an angel in the moonlight, is Eddie. Your Eddie. You fall forward onto your knees as you begin to sob again, looking up in awe that it was really him. Eddie dashes towards you and picks you up in his strong arms, hugging you close as you sob and sob in his arms.

“I thought I’d lost you” you manage to say between your sobs, smiling for the first time in weeks as he presses his forehead against yours gently. You notice his red eyes with wonder, pulling back just a little to cup your face and stare into them intently. They are so beautiful, still the same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago. Then you gently place your thumb on his lips as you admire the sharp fanged teeth that are now on either side of his mouth in awe. Eddie seems embarrassed, ashamed almost, wanting to shrink away from your touch.

“I- I know this is probably very weird for you, and I understand if this is something you need to get used to-“ You shut Eddie up by slamming your lips against his, heart full once again as you kiss your boyfriend, tears still streaming down your face.

“Eddie, I love you with all my heart and there is nothing in this world that could change the way I feel about you. You look as gorgeous as the day we met.” You tell him assuredly, the sincerity in your eyes filling Eddies heart with joy and love. “Plus you know how much I love Lost Boys, I’ve always found vampires sexy.” You tell him playfully, making the gorgeous boy laugh back at you and brandish those gorgeous fangs your way. You bite your lip as Eddie’s eyes dart to your neck, a hunger in his eyes as they run over your delicate, succulent skin. Suddenly his knees are buckling under him, the smell of you and the sight of your neck consuming his senses too strongly as he struggles to keep himself calm. You help him up, his arm around your shoulder as you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“You said you woke up thirsty right? Have you, have you drank any blood yet?” You ask him in concern, almost wanting to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of uttering those words. Eddie shakes his head solemnly, looking up at you with a desperation in his eyes.

“You need to drink some, this must be why you’re feeling so weak right now” You say seriously, his eyes widening as you take your hair and tuck it behind your ear, brandishing your neck to him. Eddie wants to protest, but the fucking smell of you has been driving him crazy since he crept into your house. Your blood smelt so sweet, sweeter than anything he could ever imagine, and this ravenous, gut wrenching hunger he felt needed to be sated.

“But what if I hurt you” He whispers in fear, the last thing he’d ever want would be to accidentally drink too much and risk harming you. You look into his eyes deeply and cup his cheek, assuring him that you know he would never, ever hurt you. That he is in control of this, not the other way around.

“I want you to bite me, Eddie” You tell him in a sultry whisper, and Eddie can’t hold it in anymore. He leans over you, grabbing your waist and gently leaning you back while he slowly sinks his teeth into your neck, earning a breathy gasp and a moan from you. The taste of you was like nothing Eddie had ever experienced in his life, and the intimacy of being so close to you like this, drinking from you, drove Eddie crazy. You mewled as he gently sucked your blood, eyes fluttering shut as his grip on your body tightens. It hurt, but in very sensual way and there was a pleasant feeling that came from the pain. Eddie was truly a man starved, drinking from you as though you were the last thing he would ever taste. You tasted like the fountain of youth, like the sweet ambrosia of the gods, every delicacy written in legend couldn’t match the taste of you. Eddie pulls away panting, eyes burning into yours as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, clearly getting aroused by his ministrations. He looked so fucking hot with your blood on his lips and teeth that you wanted him to completely ravish you, mark you as his.

“You taste divine” He says in a strained voice, licking the blood from his lips as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie is quickly pushing you on your back and crawling over you, tongue lapping at the bite mark his teeth had left on you as he savours your taste. He groans loudly as his teeth skim your neck, and then your throat and collarbones as he makes his way down your body, resisting the urge to bite your perfect skin.

“Please Eddie, I need you” you moan out breathlessly as he teases your body, his hands toying with your panties under your nightdress.

“Tell me what you need angel” He says in a low voice, wanting to hear you beg him more. You moan in frustration and wiggle your hips, trying to get his hand lower.

“Please, I need you to fuck me” You manage to mewl out, throwing him pleading doe eyes.

He growls loudly in response and obliges, easily ripping the nightdress off of your body and earning a gasp from you. He grunts as his eyes skim your body, writhing and perfect beneath him. Eddie feels nervous as he goes to pull his shirt off, to expose all of his scars to you for fear of you not finding him attractive anymore. But you wordlessly begin to kiss his scars softly, letting you know exactly what you felt and warming what little heart he had left beating in his body. He pants as he takes his pants off, his straining cock finally bouncing free of its constraints. He ducks between your legs, his teeth meeting the soft cotton of your panties as he pulls them down your legs, his fangs teasingly ghosting over your skin. Your cheeks burn at the sensuality of the sensation, the excitement that roils in your belly as you think about him biting you again. Eddie is quick to position himself between your legs, you instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and moaning as his tip brushing your wet folds. Eddie looks as though he’s in heaven as he pushes his cock up against your tight heat, hissing through his teeth as he slowly slides into you.

“So tight” He groans as he bottoms out in you, biting his lips as he draws back his hips and slams back into you roughly. You moan at this, obsessed as ever with the feeling of his thick cock filling you up. You dig your nails into his back and throw your head back with a loud moan as he begins to fuck you hard, grunting at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“Your pussy feels so perfect wrapped around my dick princess” He groans, eyes feral as he looks down at you “Made just for me wasn’t it baby?” He coos, keeping up his punishing pace as you can only whimper and moan in response. “Tell me baby” He demands in a low voice by your ear, making you shiver in pleasure.

“It was made for you Eddie. Only you” You moan out as he growls at your words and picks up the pace.

You’re completely lost in the pleasure, cockdrunk already as he keeps pounding you and whispering filthy nothings into your ear. His lips find your neck again, breathing heavily against your skin as he sinks his fangs into the other side with a long groan. Getting to both fuck you, feel your tight cunt clenching around him while he sinks his teeth into your neck is too much for Eddie. It pushes him over the edge, his hips snapping harder and more frantically into you as he drinks your sweet blood. The sensation of both prove too much for you as well, and you choke out his name as you cum around his cock, walls pulsing around him and pulling a strangled growl from his lips. He pulls away from your neck, careful not to lose himself and drink too much, as he fucks you animalistically through your orgasm.

“I’m gunna fill you up baby, are you ready?” He growls, eyes glowing as you nod and whimper, a tear slipping down your face from the sheer pleasure of his dick. Eddie laps at your neck as his hips stutter against yours, moaning loudly into your neck as he pushes deep inside you and spills his seed into your tight walls. His eyes squeeze shut from the intensity of his orgasm, pure pleasure washing over him as he thrusts slowly into your tight heat, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue and the feeling of spilling into you. Eddie pants as he rides out his orgasm, pulling out of you with a grunt before rolling onto his back and pulling you to lay against him. “I love you so much” He says softly, running his eyes over your gorgeous features before they meet your neck and remember he bit you again in his throes of pleasure. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks in concern, running his fingertips softly over the marks. You smile at him and shake your head.

“It was really hot actually” You say with a giggle, biting your lip as his eyes flash wickedly and he smirks at you.

“I think I’m really going to enjoy being a vampire.”

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Prompt: Hello hello my brain just produced a very cute thought. Imagine Dukeceit and LMP polycuke co-raising their child Virgil. Imagine the childhood angst and fluff! The "Go ask your dad" "which dad?" and Roman and Remus arguing which one's the dad and which one's the uncle. The PTA meetings if Patton and Janus working together against a Karen sjsksjsksj. Iono I just think it's cute - anon

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Warnings: internalized/referenced homophobia

Pairings: DLMPR, everyone's virgil's dad

Word Count: 2114

Virgil stumbles off the school bus and tugs his backpack straps over his shoulders. He doesn’t look up as he wanders up the driveway, kicking a loose stone into the grass and stepping over the crack in the third tile. It’s bad luck to step on cracks, even if he doesn’t have a mom, so he doesn’t step on it.

Maybe there are other things that can cause bad luck though.

The door swings open and he looks up to see Padre standing there a big smile on his face as he crouches down to hug him.

“Hi, sweetheart, how was school?” But then Padre sees his face, which must still be all red and puffy, because he stops smiling and makes that upset noise. “Oh, come here, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”

Padre gives the best hugs and so Virgil doesn’t feel bad about running the rest of the way up the driveway—even though he’s not supposed to—and hugging him really hard. If he stays in his Padre’s hugs forever maybe nothing will be bad anymore.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart,” Papa coos, picking him up, backpack and all, and carrying him inside, “what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Virgil sniffles. He’s a big kid now, he doesn’t have to cry all the time.

“Logan,” he hears Padre call, “Logan?”

“Yes?” Father’s voice comes from a few rooms over and then he hears footsteps. “What’s—oh. Oh, dear.”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Padre says quietly, “I just need to get your shoes and backpack off.”

Padre gives him to Father and Virgil wraps his arms around Father’s neck too, burying his face in the part of his shirt that still smells like the library. Padre takes his shoes and backpack and Father carries him somewhere else. He’s set down on a chair next to the kitchen table and Father crouches down.

“Hello, little one,” Father says softly, reaching up to dab his tears, “what’s the matter?”

“‘M sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Virgil swipes at his nose. “F’r crying. ’S for babies.”

“Crying is for anyone who feels overwhelmed,” Father corrects, still helping with his tears, “what’s overwhelming you, my dear?”

He sniffles. “Can—can other things cause bad luck?”

Father blinks. “Well, that’s a complicated answer. Luck is—oh, goodness. Luck is something very abstract, Virgil. It’s not a…solid thing that can be affected by something specific. It’s the random part of life, it’s not predictable.”

“But I have bad luck.”

“What makes you say that?”

Virgil stares at the floor, one leg swinging. “I—if I had better luck, then days would be better.”

“Oh, little one, some days are going to be hard.” Father puts his hand on his leg. “That’s life. It doesn’t mean they won’t hurt, it doesn’t mean they won’t be bad, and it definitely doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Father smiles and opens his arms for a hug. Virgil hugs him. “What happened today that was hard, little one?”

“Someone was—was being mean.”

“Someone was being mean? Who?”

“Some—some of the other kids said we’re not a real family.” Virgil touches the edge of Father’s shirt collar. “‘Cause I only have dads and not a mom.”

Father sighs. “Other children can be very silly, Virgil. And their ideas of what ‘family’ means can be limited to their own.”

“But then some of their moms said it too.”

Father doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“A-are you mad at me?”

“No, little one,” he says quickly, “no, never. I’m upset, yes, because someone said an awful thing that hurt you, but I am not mad at you. You did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.” He holds on tighter. “You’re still my Father, right?”

“Yes, I am, my dear. And Padre is still your Padre, Papa is still your Papa, and so are Ro-Dad and Re-Dad.”

“Ro-Dad said Re-Dad was my uncle.”

“Mm, and did Re-Dad say Ro-Dad was your uncle?”

“Mhm.” Virgil wipes his face again. “They’re confusing.”

Father laughs and it makes Virgil’s chest feel all rumbly. “Well, what matters is they both love you very much.”

“They’re still my family?”

“They’re still your family.” Father pulls back and kisses his cheeks before picking him up. “Come on. Let’s get you all cheered up, okay? I think Re-Dad is in the garden, do you want to go see him?”

“Mhm.” Virgil holds on tight as Father carries him through the house, out the back door, down to the garden. Re-Dad is working and he’s covered in mud. “Re-Dad!”

Re-Dad turns around and smiles. “My little gobblewonker!”

“Not too messy, Remus,” he hears Father say softly as he hands Virgil over. He pats his head once more and disappears back into the house.

“Hi, squirt,” Re-Dad says, ruffling his hair and getting it all messy, “what’re those frowny faces for?”

“People at school were mean.”

“Well, poop on them.”

“Re-Dad!” Virgil laughs. “We can’t do that!”

“Then we’ll throw mud at them.”

“We can’t do that either!”

“Then I guess you’re just gonna have to help me finish planting these flowers.” Re-Dad hands him his pair of gardening gloves and a trowel. “Here, what colors do you think should go where?”

“Um…I like the blue ones.”

“You like the blue ones? Okay, do those go next to the yellow ones?”

“Yeah. They go over here.”

“Okay.” Re-Dad picks up the flower while Virgil digs a hole for it. “Just like that?”

“Mhm. Then we gotta do a red one.”

“A red one? Okay, you pick which one.”

Virgil squints at the flowers. “That one. The one with the big leaf.”

“The one with the big leaf it is.”

“Why are there no purple flowers?”

“We don’t have the right kind of soil for the purple flowers yet. Remember what Father told us?”

“We have to grow a certain kind of flower to make the soil have the right stuff in it?”

“Right. And…?”

Virgil sighs. “And we can’t get the purple flowers until later. But couldn’t we have a purple flower in the house? In a pot or something?”

“What about your and Padre’s allergies?” Re-Dad laughs when Virgil pouts. “Oh, it’s okay, little gobblewonker. We’ll get through another winter and then you’ll have all the purple flowers you want, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, what next?”

They plant the rest of the flowers and then Re-Dad says it’s time to go get cleaned up. He won’t carry Virgil so he doesn’t get him all muddy but they spray off their hands with the hose and then go back inside.

“Papa!”

Papa smiles when he sees them, giving Re-Dad the ‘go get cleaned up’ face and scooping Virgil into his arms. “Hello, sweetie. I heard you had a bad day.”

“Mhm.”

“Well, they don’t deserve my sweetie, then,” he declares like that means Virgil doesn’t have to go to school ever again—which isn’t true, because Padre and Father and Ro-Dad all say he does—and kisses Virgil’s nose.

“Papa?”

“Mm?”

“Why are people mean?”

Papa lets out a long breath and something that sounds like why do I always get the hard ones, and smiles again. But he looks sad. “Sometimes people don’t mean to be mean. Sometimes they don’t think about what they say or do and they do it before they realize it will hurt you. Or they’re just saying what someone’s said to them and they don’t realize it’s wrong.”

“Is that what happened to me?”

“Well, maybe.” Papa sighs. “But sometimes people can just…be mean. Because it makes them feel better.”

Virgil frowns. “Why would being mean make them feel better? Being mean makes me feel bad.”

“I know, sweetie, I know. But when people are hurting, or they get scared, it’s easier to make someone else hurt than it is to deal with their own problems.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Yes, sweetie, it’s very stupid.”

“Why are people stupid?”

“You’re going to have to ask your other dad that question.”

“Wait, which one?”

“Any of them,” Papa says, “ask any of them, Virgil, just not me. I don’t know the answer to that one.”

Virgil laughs again as Papa sits down on the couch with him on his lap. He wraps his arms around him really tightly and snuggles into his chest. Papa isn’t as warm as his other dads so he can stay in the cuddles for as long as he wants. Papa calls him his little space heater.

“It’s getting cold again,” Papa says, “you ready for winter?”

“When you want to cuddle me all the time?”

“Mhm. You’re so warm, sweetie, you gotta give me some of that too.”

“But I have school!”

“I’ll just come with you. And cuddle you all day.”

“No,” Virgil laughs, trying to squirm away, “I have school! You can’t come with me!”

“But what am I gonna do without my sweetie? How am I gonna stay warm?”

“Just get Re-Dad to help!” He manages to get free but Papa catches him again.

“Re-Dad? Why Re-Dad?”

“He said he’d help last winter, I heard him say he’d help you keep warm.”

Virgil isn’t sure why Papa goes red and mutters something about bedtime, but he’s gonna try and get away again.

“Oh, no, get back here, you little rascal!”

“Janus? Virgil? Dinner’s ready!”

“Aww.”

Papa laughs and scoops him up again. “Come on, sweetie, food time.”

Dinner is spaghetti which means garlic bread which means Virgil doesn’t have to worry about helping to clean up because Padre says that his job is to finish the garlic bread so the fridge doesn’t smell bad. Which isn’t hard at all because Virgil loves garlic bread and it’s normally all gone before dinner is over.

It does mean that he really has to brush his teeth when he goes to bed, though.

“Knock, knock?”

“Who is it?”

Ro-Dad laughs on the other side of the door. “You’re supposed to say ‘who’s there.’”

“Ro-Dad!”

“It’s me!” Ro-Dad opens his door. “Can I come in?”

Virgil nods, sitting up in bed as Ro-Dad comes over, holding out his arms for a hug. Ro-Dad is really really warm, which means Virgil gets really sleepy. He feels Ro-Dad move a bit and holds on tighter.

“I’m not leaving, baby,” Ro-Dad murmurs, “I’m just gonna move over here so I can hold you, okay? I gotcha.”

“Don’t leave.”

“I won’t.” Ro-Dad pets his head. “You tired, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“You want a story?”

Does he? Ro-Dad’s stories are always really good, but he has to stay awake for those and he’s really tired. Like he can feel himself starting to fall asleep right now. And he doesn’t want Ro-Dad to move away.

“Can you just hug me?”

“Yeah, baby, I can just hug you. You want me to lie down with you?”

“Father and Papa said I’m getting too old to sleep with you.”

“They didn’t say you’re too old to cuddle. I’ll leave when you fall asleep.”

Virgil tucks his head into Ro-Dad’s neck. “What if I don’t let go?”

“You’re a squirmy sleeper, baby, you’ll move around and let me go.”

“I am not!”

“Sure you are,” Ro-Dad says and wiggles a finger into his side, “squirmy little spider.”

Virgil squeals but doesn’t let go. “No!”

“Come on, squirmy spider, you want me to cuddle you?”

“Yes.”

Ro-Dad laughs and lies down, helping Virgil lie down too. He’s big and soft and warm like another blanket and Virgil can feel himself falling asleep. Ro-Dad smells like cookies.

“Did you and Padre bake?”

“Yes, we did. And you can have a cookie in your lunch tomorrow, okay?”

Virgil’s fingers curl into his shirt. “Ro-Dad?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What if…what if the kids and their mommies are mean again tomorrow?”

“Then Papa and Padre will deal with them. And Father and I will ride off to protect you while you and Re-Dad make all the mud balls you want.”

“Really?”

“Well, maybe not the mud balls.”

“Aww.”

“It’ll be okay, baby,” Ro-Dad says softly, kissing his forehead, “you’re gonna be okay, Virgil.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

As Virgil falls asleep, he thinks that even though the other kids said his family wasn’t a real one, he doesn’t want to have any other kind.

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