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httpsleclerc · 6 months

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just the three of us

charles and his girlfriends eventful Saturday afternoon

Charles Leclerc x reader

warnings; pregnancy, doubt in a relationship ?

w/c: 1.5k

based off this request

You smiled over at Charles, noticing the small but chubby baby girl babbling in his arms, your smile growing wider as you heard your boyfriend mimic her incoherent babbles. You had been with Charles for 3 years now, already engaged - no wedding plans yet, but you were working up to it - but you noticed that Charles had been avoiding the one very important talk with you; kids. The thing you wanted more than anything, but the very thing that he all but refused to talk to you about; you felt terrible for thinking it, but it made you feel like he didn't want them with you, especially as you watched him entertain the baby he held in his arms.

"Hey, are you okay?" Your friend asked you, noticing that your smile had disappeared from your face, almost longingly looking over at Charles. You shook your head of your negative thoughts, giving your friend the best reassuring smile you could muster in your heartbreak for the future that Charles may or may not see himself having with you.

"Yeah, just distracted," You smiled, leaning forward to take a sip of the mocktail that your friend had made for you, you had made the suggestion to her since it was her gender reveal, it would have been fair for everyone else to be able to enjoy a drink while she couldn't. She smiled at you, leaning forward to rest her chin on your shoulder, following your gaze over to where Charles stood holding another one of your friends baby's.

"He's really good with her," She commented, looking at you with a grin. "Have you guys talked about kids yet? Cause that one is meant to be a girl dad, Y/N." She sounded so certain. You didn't know, though. Yeah, he was meant to be a girl dad, it was so blatantly evident in how he was with the now squealing baby he was tickling in his arm - His reluctancy to at least acknowledge your want for a child had you doubting that he was going to be one with you.

"He won't talk to me about it, (Name)," You told your best friend, frowning as you thought of him leaving you. "What if he doesn't want them?" Your voice was breaking as you spoke. (Name) had been your friend since you were both little girls, you had dreamed of having your babies be best friends like you were, assuming you would both be lucky enough to have girls on your first try. She sighed, wrapping her arms around you to hug you and try and comfort you.

"He'd be stupid, then, love," (Name) assured you, she knew how you were a bit of an over thinker at the best of times. "He wouldn't have asked you to marry him otherwise, yeah?" You sniffled as you nodded, quickly drying your eyes of tears before your mascara started to run and Charles would be able to tell that you were upset. "Charles loves you so much, Y/N. Maybe you should talk to him about it, he's a guy, he might be nervous to bring it up to you." She suggested, you knew that she was right, she always was and you knew that.

You knew that.

Maybe now you wouldn't trust your friend so much.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom, and as you were walking past your lover and your friends, you had heard him tell another party goer that he wasn't sure if he wanted kids.

Oh.

You swore as you heard every word leave his lips, that another piece of you crumbled. Thankfully for you, you could hide it well enough that you would be able to get home without Charles suspecting that you had heard him, that you would blame your puffy eyes on a poor nights sleep. You couldn't believe it - You weren't mad at Charles, no, you never could be, he was your boyfriend, soon to be husband; but clearly, never the father to be of your children.

"That's nice for your friend, a little girl," Charles beamed, his hand on your thigh as he drove the two of you home to your Monaco apartment. You hummed and nodded, unable to meet his eyes for fear that your resolve would crumble, and you would burst into tears. "Are you okay, mon Ange?" He asked you, concern lacing his voice as he took a moment to glance over at you, noticing your down mood.

"Yeah I'm um," You scrambled to think of an excuse. "I'm just tired, is all, I promise, my love." You quickly assured Charles, hoping that he wouldn't push you any further. He hummed, remembering that youhad been up early that morning, but only because you claimed that you had a stomach bug, caught from one of the girls that you worked with.

"Oh, okay," He seemed content with that excuse. "We can go to bed and get cosy when we get home, yeah?" Your heart swelled at his offer - Charles career meant that he was often gone for extended periods of time, and you could sometimes go a whole month without seeing him, so the offer of having time with just him made you want to start crying.

It soon became clear that your emotions were getting the better of you, however.

As Charles pulled into the garage of your apartment building, putting his Ferrari into park, you started wailing. Charles, concerned, reached over to hold your shoulders, an attempt to try and calm you down.

"Woah, it's okay, love, just breathe," Charles coaxed you, trying to calm you down enough so he could make some sort of sense about what had made you so obviously upset. "It's okay, my love, just breathe, I'm right here," He knew it was working when your wails quieted down to mere sniffles, and you rubbed at your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan. "Can you tell me what made you so upset, mon ange?" Charles asked you, his eyes gleaming with concern for you.

"I-I just love you so much and I miss you a lot when you're gone," You cried out, sobs wracking your body. "A-and I heard you say to one of our friends that you're not sure if you want kids and it just made me really sad because th-there's nothing I want more than to have a baby with you because I really love you." It clicked for Charles why you were so upset for the remainder of your friends party after you had gone to the bathroom.

"No, no Mon Cherie, it's not like that at all," He explained to you, grabbing your hand and holding in his own. "I want a baby with you too, more than anything. I just wasn't sure if it would be fair on you since I would be gone so often. I didn't know how to bring it up to you without upsetting you, but please know that there is nothing I want more than a little me or you running around." You looked up at him as he held your face in his hands, he always found himself admiring the little things about you, his beautiful girl, the love of his life.

"Y-You're not just saying that?" Your bottom lip wobbled as you spoke, looking up at him with wide eyes. He shook his head and placed a small kiss on your lips, you knew that he was serious, Charles could be a lot of things sometimes, but he was never insincere. "Well um," You sniffled as you looked down, fiddling with the frayed end of your cardigan sleeve. "I did want to tell you in a more romantic and nicer way," Charles tilted his head. "I'm pregnant."

The two words hung heavy in the air, you and Charles staring deep into each others eyes, you noticed the tears bubbling in his own and yours followed his hand as it made its way from your cheek down to your stomach.

"We have a baby in there?"

His voice was gentle, breaking as he felt the tiny, but their bump of your tummy. You tearfully nodded, a smile growing on your face as one made its way onto Charles' own. He let out a greatful sob as he leaned over, wrapping both of his arms around you, minding to be gentle, even if you had little to no bump, that was his baby.

"We're going to be parents, Charles," You cried, looking at your lover, who's eyes held nothing but love and adoration for you as he leaned forward, locking both of your lips into a passionate, and heated kiss.

Well, maybe your best friend was right.

notes: lowkey hate this but we'll move on from it x

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r6s6r · 5 months

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constellations

cole walter x reader

warnings : angst, 18+, swearing, kinda long, mentions of anxiety and anxiety attacks.

i have been obsessing over MLWTWB recently so i am currently trying to make myself chill out so i am making this

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y/n had met alex at school and they instantly became bestfriends. they bonded over their love of video games and books

it went on like that for years. they were attached at the hip and she became like a part of the family

she was always around that they never even questions when she doesn’t go home some nights

of course they made sure she slept in a different room, which she always curled up on the recliner in the living room so danny could make his way down to watch his movies, careful not to wake her up. even if he did, she didn’t mind. she would be lulled back to sleep by the sound of the tv.

that was until jackie came to live with the walters

she didn’t mind jackie, she actually liked having a girl around but all of a sudden alex was in a trance over the olive skinned girl.

she felt pushed to the side.

forgotten.

———

she stood against the counter while alex stared at jackie, her heart broke a little bit.

she didn’t feel jealous, she hadn’t seen alex that way whatsoever. he was her bestfriend but he was distracted and that made y/ns mind spiral.

she had always had a problem with that. her mind never ending and always telling her she would be forgotten. she wasn’t good enough. she’s replaceable.

her mind then spiraled and she felt lightheaded. she needed air right then or she would burst into flames

she pushed herself from the counter and started towards the front door

“hey! you okay?” jackie smiled at her

“ye-yeah i’m okay, jackie. i’m just gonna go take a walk.” the tears were coming and she knew it

“do you want me to come with?” jackie offered warmly, almost like she knew the look on y/ns features

“oh no, jacks that’s okay”

“okay…” she looked at y/n to analyze her, jackie looked over to alex and saw him with his book to his face and then looked at y/n who was already out of the door and sighed.

y/n made her way down the steps as fast as she could.

her heart was pounding so loud she couldn’t hear anything going on around her. she just kept walking

she couldn’t think of anything else to do, her feet taking her to god knows where

until she ran right into him.

cole walter.

her coley poley.

she grabbed his arm and pushed herself up to keep upright, her whole body was shaking. she prayed he hadn’t noticed but cole knowing her like the back of his hand

he knew something was very wrong

“hey, doll. what’s going on?” he grabbed onto her to keep her steady.

“c-cole. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to run into you. i’m sorry. i just needed some air. i’m sorry” the apologies just kept coming and the tears were on the brink of spilling

she could barely hear her own words over her speeding heart.

“hey. hey, it’s okay. talk to me, y/n/n” she looked at him, seeing his eyes for the first time since running into him

they looked helpless

she saw pain and sadness behind them

but the way the sun hit them just right, she saw hope. she saw a little cole running through the fields of the ranch with her, she saw life in his green orbs

they reminded her of the fields here in spring. the different patterns that swirled in the color of his eyes.

she took a deep breath and tried to tell him

but she choked and started to panic again.

he grabbed her face in his hands “look at me y/n/n” and she did

he talked to her slowly but nothing made it to her conscious brain. she just focused on the way he was taking breaths and the golden color his eyes had become

she tried to mimic his breaths, slow and deep.

“will you walk with me, coley poley?” she basically begged and he smiled and nodded at her.

so they did, they walked for what felt like forever before she finally calmed down enough to discuss why she had panicked.

“i just feel replaceable. since jackie got here alex has been, well, distant and we haven’t been hanging out as much. i’ve just been wandering around the house and the ranch with no real place to be anymore. without alex, where is my place here? is he gonna forget about me?” she looked at cole and his expression softened

“well, truly you are unforgettable. none of us would have you anywhere else. we all love you, you know that right, y/n/n? plus, she’s without. if you were my best friend, i would make sure you knew that.” he sighed looking off in the distance then back at her

“you would?” “i would”

“cmon, i wanna show you something” he stood up and offered his hand to her which she took and he brought her up with ease.

he turned his back to her “get on”

“what?” she questioned

“a princess does not get to walk to a secret location” he smiled at her over his shoulder and with a sighed she hoisted herself onto his back.

“giddy up cowboy.” she smiled at him

“yes ma’am.” he winked with a fake southern accent

and he began to make his way towards their destination.

when they made it, her eyes lit up. their destination was at the pond that had hundreds of flowers growing around it, it was truly beautiful around this time of year.

she jumped down and raced towards the pond, to a group of flowers and she laid right down. she closed her eyes and took in the scent of the air around her

cole made his way to her and smiled down at her.

“lay down with me coley poley”

“you gotta stop calling me that. the girls will never let me get close to them if you don’t”

“oh like you need anymore girls flocking your way. you basically have all of them worshipping the ground you walk on” she rolled her eyes and elbowed him as he sat down with a strained face

she knew it was hard for him since the incident with his leg.

she could never imagine how hard it must really be

“not all of them” he mumbled looking right at her

she made eye contact with him once again, his green eyes staring hard into her e/c ones.

she started counting the light freckles on his face and she began to speak “well i can’t be taken down by the cole effect. i am too strong” she smiled and flex her arms like she was the worlds strongest man

he laughed at her “i swear i’ll never hear the end of ‘the cole effect’ i don’t get it”

she scoffed at this “you don’t get it? okay let me try it on you. give you a little bit of the ‘y/n effect’ i would like to call it”

“okay give it to me y/l/n”

she peered out to the water where the sun was shining and leaned towards cole real close, close enough to smell her strawberry scented perfume and lotion.

she pointed to the water and gently touched his back “you see how the sun just shines on the water, coley poley?” she started, keeping her voice low and smooth

she rubbed a circle on his back which made cole shiver but she ignored it

“it shines right into your eyes, you know? makes them look so,”

he looked at her

“so green and gold. they sparkle, i could just look at them all day. they remind me of a meadow right as the sun is about to set”

her hand continued to rub his back

he looked like he had never been told this before

almost like it wasn’t the truth, y/n had just made it more seductive and sensual.

“it’s just like that, huh?” he whispered

“it’s just like that.” y/n pulled away but he grabbed her wrist quickly

“y/n”

“coley poley”

“y/n.”

“cole”

“did you mean it?” he leaned closer to her

“every word.” she smiled at him and leaned with him

“y/n!” she heard alex’s voice and the gallops of feet. her and coke scrambled up quickly and saw alex and jackie riding together

jackie must have said something to alex and he immediately came to find me, not noticing something was off until of course jackie said something.

jackie must of been good at reading people, y/n hated that. she hated being seen through like glass.

cole was standing behind her, pulling the leaves out of her hair and brushing off the back of her shirt.

alex looked at cole with a hard look. knowing what happened between them was rough but they were all still like family.

“what are you guys doing out here?” alex questioned them

“i just needed a walk and cole tagged along. i needed the company” y/n sneered back.

he was acting like she did something wrong

their problems weren’t hers, she needed someone by her side and alex obviously wasn’t gonna be there drooling over jackie.

“why didn’t you ask me?” his eyebrows furrowed when asking

“because you were busy, alex. come on, cole.”she answered perplexed, as if he didn’t know why.

she put her hand out towards cole and he took it. they started walking back to the ranch and whatever alex and jackie did wasn’t on her mind.

they made it back to the ranch

“thank you, coley poley. i really needed that” she smiled facing him

he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “of course, doll. anytime you need me, i’m only a shout away.”

y/n made her way into the house to see isaac and lee playing mortal kombat on the couch so she plopped herself in between them and called the next round

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y/n had fallen asleep in the recliner but woke up to the house of the front door closing. she adjusted her nightgown and threw on a jacket by the front door and made her way outside. she saw the lights on in the barn where cole worked on his truck

she knew it had to have been him. she stood outside and enjoyed the breeze for a moment before walking out to the doors. her hand reached for the handle and she took a deep breath before opening it.

“coley poley?” she questioned as she closed the doors, she heard light music in the back.

she never pegged cole to listen to this type of music

lights are turned off

music is on

minds are unlocked

this feeling is amazing

“hey doll. did i wake you?”

“kind of but that’s okay. you weren’t loud, i’m just a light sleeper.”

he looked around the hood and started to lower it down before closing it completely

he was wearing a white tank top and his hair was messy around his forehead

she walked over to him and smiled at her “no scary monsters that need scaring away, right princess?”

“why no, of course not my knight. only you” she snickered at him

he feigned hurt “i could never hurt my princess. even if i am a monster”

“you’re no monster, cole walter.” she stepped closer to him

“what if i am? would you run?” he stepped even closer to her

“never.” she whispered, face to face with him.

when i hit the spot you know i hit it perfectly

and you taste so sweet

leave me wanting more soon

as we get out the sheets

he reached up and cupped her cheek his hand hands

he caressed her cheek with his thumb and she leaned more into it

she reached her hand up to his and held on to it, scared it would disappear if she didn’t.

she closed her eyes and sighed at the warmth of him.

he then pulled her to him and closed the gap between them.

he swayed them back and forth with the music.

lights are turned off

music is on

minds are unlocked

this feeling is amazing

hands on your waist

liquor is all that we taste

your freckles lead the way

i trace your constellations

she looked up at him and he was already looking at her big e/c eyes.

his eyes were that beautiful gold that they got at certain points when looking at her

all he could think was how ethereal she looked.

the dim light shining on her face, making her eyes sparkle and shine.

she lips plump and pink and her lashes looked long and wispy

she embodied natural beauty.

he didn’t feel himself leaning into her

but she was leaning in too.

he stopped himself thinking about how alex would really feel about this.

cole questioned himself for a second before y/n cupped his face to look at her and the look in her eyes threw every thought of doubt out of the window.

he grabbed her face and their lips finally met.

sparks had never been a thing for cole, he just did it to make other girls happy but this was different for him

it was for her too

now isaac had been her first kiss when they were young and of course Dylan, coles friend taking her virginity at a party after they had both had too much to drink. she never told anyone and she was sure he didn’t either, cole would’ve killed him.

this was different like it was what was missing from her life.

like she was waiting for the perfect moment and this was it.

cole knew this was different.

they pulled away and looked at each other for a split second before he started backing her against the front bumper of his truck

“cole..”

“y/n” he whispered, putting his forehead against hers.

before their lips met once again. more urgency behind this one

her wraps wrapped in the hair at the base of his neck and his hands made her way to her neck

her skin felt like it was on fire

he lifted her to wrap around his waist making her gasp as his lips trailed down her neck and to her collarbone.

she pulled at his hair to bring his lips back to hers and he groaned at the tug of his hair.

alex is gonna be so mad if he ever finds out what happened in the barn that night

i trace your constellations

#Spotify #cole walter #cole walter x reader #my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #alex walter #the walters #isaac walter #nathan walter #oneshot #constellations #my music #gif

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chimielie · 6 months

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family dinner at the miya household (cw cuts , injury (from cooking) , tiny amount of blood)

“ouch,” you frown at your finger, where a fresh cut is welling up little droplets of red.

“that’s a biohazard,” osamu says. “go clean that up.”

“you’re doing it again,” you point your knife playfully at him before placing it down. your brother-in-law (almost) has a bad habit of forgetting that he’s not at work when he’s cooking at home. his face softens into a sheepish grin, and he jerks his chin to the right.

“bathroom’s that way, there’s first aid shit in the bottom drawer.” his tone is penitent, which is about as close to an apology as you’ll get from him.

“i know! i’ve been here before!” you shout over your shoulder, sashaying down the hall.

the door’s locked when you try it, so you cross your arms and lean against the frame until it opens a few seconds later.

“hey,” atsumu says, looking a little surprised.

“hey, lover,” you grin at him. “i busted my finger when i was cutting apples. you mind picking up the slack while i find a band-aid? should be just a second—”

“oh, no,” ignoring your request, atsumu’s tone is more akin to hearing that you’d taken off the whole hand, not a tiny slice that had barely stung. “are you okay, baby?”

“yes,” your tone is amused. “i’m fine. it was only little, see?”

you stick your hand in his face and he squishes all his features up, nose wrinkling, bushy eyebrows coming down.

“i’m gonna faint,” he tells you as he turns and squats by the sink, rifling through the drawers below it. “you sure you didn’t hit an artery? you’re bleeding way too much for that to be normal.”

“you would be terrible in an emergency,” you say. “‘samu said it’s the last drawer.”

“know-it-all,” he says under his breath, and you know he’s talking about his brother. “hey, that’s my name for him. you don’t getta call him that.”

“he let me into his kitchen, i think that means we’re close enough for me to use his nickname,” you retort. it had been an ordeal, getting osamu to trust you enough to make you an active participant in family dinner preparations. you wore the honor with pride. “why, jealous i don’t call you ‘tsumu?”

“ew,” he shakes his head, blond strands falling into his eyes. he needs a haircut by his mother’s standards, but you’re not going to remind him to get it. “that’s for my brother. you are not my brother.”

“thankfully,” you say, an irrepressible giggle bursting out of your throat. atsumu’s always had the ability to do that—to make anyone laugh, whether they wanted to or not.

“thankfully,” he echoes, then: “sit down, would ya? and gimme your hand.”

you obey, folding yourself cross-legged on the floor next to him, your knees touching his. you extend the injured finger, which he takes with the utmost gentleness. you could laugh at the grave expression on his face as he winds the bandage around it, but you try and mimic his seriousness because it’s sweet. you can see him bandaging up his little brother (not by much!!! osamu’s voice echoes in your brain) when they got into scrapes as children, and bolstering his teammates when they needed it in the same way as a captain in high school. atsumu brings so much lightness into your life you sometimes forget how much care he takes with you, too.

finally, he deems his work done, and finishes by pressing a kiss to your finger. you beam at him and wiggle the appendage.

“all better,” you say. “thank you.”

“anytime,” he says, taking your left hand and kissing the ring finger’s knuckle, too. “anytime.”

#shorts!#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #too tired to tag goodbye #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #lets say this is in celebration of ann being alive

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ivnxrori · 2 months

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When Sun and Moon meet - S1

Zuko x Fem!WaterBender!Reader Enemies to Lovers

As one of the Princesses of the Northern Water tribe, you were blessed with a gift by the moon. However you were permitted to be allowed to use the gift at all costs. From many hidden waterbending usages, the aftermath of the avatar visiting the Northern Tribe had led to your beginning journey, hiding yourself as a water bender as a princess from the Northern water tribe

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage

Masterlist

҉ * ‧͙ ⋆ ⁺ ༓ ☾ Chapter 1 - Welcome Avatar

“The avatar is here” The guard spoke up as my eyes widened in shock. “The…avatar…?” The guard nodded at my question. I genuinely thought the avatar had died a while ago but I guess they were just rumors? “Chief Arnook wants both of the princesses and prince to attend the gathering for the avatar” I nodded as I went to get up to follow the guards. It's been a year since Sivoy, our youngest brother, was born. Not a lot has changed over the years, except knowing probably this year is going to change us the most. Yue is getting engaged to someone who she has been crying about. I will never forget when she broke down in front of me in my room. I held her, that's all. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't whisper any reassuring words to her or tell her it's going to be okay. The truth is, I was consumed by my own fears of my own arranged marriage next year. It's selfish yes, especially it isn't my situation currently but it will be sooner or later.

We both make it towards the feast, also having Yue’s special announcement of her being able to get married. What everyone else doesn't know is that she is already engaged. I follow her lead, sitting next to her at the edge of the table looking at the variety of foods, which is all seafood. I take a quick peek of our surroundings and see our sister tribe. A sister and a brother which I assume, including a young boy with a blue shaped arrow across his head. “The Avatar is quite young” I whisper to Yue as she nods. I continue watching the show Master Pakku has been presenting to us. It was intriguing, for sure but what was more enjoyable was a southern water tribe member poorly flirting with my sister. Getting called out by his own sister already. I stifled a laugh and just when I knew it, the whole thing has already ended. ҉ ☾

It was quite late at night, the moon spirit was shining brightly. I bowed slightly towards the moon and put my mask on. The mask was carved like a full mood with room for eyes, including feathers surrounding the mask. I pull up my hood from my jacket and go outside, quite far away from the other male waterbenders who were practicing. I mimic the movements that were taught to them. Yes, this is how I'm able to learn and use waterbending. I never know when to give up, I have been told many times by a variety of people. My dad specifically. “Hey! Young one!” I snap my head towards the sound of guards and before they could even ask a question, I disappear. “Where did he go?” one of the guards asked, clearing the mist lingering in the air from my leave. Home. I went home heavily breathing from almost getting caught. I'll just try again tomorrow.

“It wasn't as fun after you left…” I wanted to drown. Oh how much I just wanted to flip this boat upside down to stop Yue and this Southern Water boy from flirting, and I could have flipped this boat around if there were no restrictions. The next thing I know that stopped me from day dreaming was the southern water boy falling off the ledge. I laughed softly, asking Yue “Do you even know his name?” while she was waving off to her new crush. “Sokka” She responded dreamily with a hint of red on her cheeks. My eyes widened with sudden worry “Yue…” The way I spoke was intended to remind her that she was an engaged lady. I doubt father would allow her to marry someone else, especially if he is constantly traveling. “I know” Yue cut me off with a disappointing tone I felt nothing but sorrow in the moment, what's worse I couldn't do anything to save her. I stayed silent, leaning slightly back hearing the water move around us.

I was able to stop by Yagoda’s place, there was no reason to but she taught me when I was very young, it was a way to make use of my water bending by my father. She only taught how to heal however but what more can you do in this kind of situation. It's only fair I show respect for her by bringing her food, supplies, trinkets or even my presence. Before I stepped foot I overheard her talking to…someone? I take a little peek, leaning my body so only my eyes would be visible towards the door. It was the southern water tribe girl! What is she doing here…? Looking further towards the door only to realize she’s a waterbender…She's a water bender! I could use her to somehow convince Master Pakku and my father. Yes, it sounds horrible. Using an important guest to my own advantage but it's beneficial for everyone, even her so it's not entirely selfish. I wasn't able to convince Master Pakku. Instead he told my father my plan which led me to get in more trouble than I already was. I'm just a princess, and that's all I will ever be. My head snapped up as I heard the Southern Water Tribe girl coming closer. I took the chance to grab her wrist and pull her to the side. “Hey! Who-” “It's me!” I said pointing to my very obvious white hair. “Oh you're the younger princess! What happened?” “You can waterbend? Correct?” I asked already knowing the answer “Yes…why?” “Because I feel like you can convince Master Pakku to allow us girls to waterbend” I whisper “A lot of girls have water bending abilities however they’re forced to keep it in because of the strict rules but!” I pointed at her “Your the southern side of the water tribe, maybe somehow show him your abilities and possibly convince him to allow girls to water bend” She looked at me confused. “How am I able to do that when I can't even learn whatever he is teaching?” I thought about it for a second until an idea popped into my head “Get it from your avatar friend! He is getting taught, right?” Her eyes widened as she nodded “You're right! Then I'll get it from him. Thank you…uh- princess…” I giggled “Y/N, just call me Y/N” “Katara” “Thank you Katara” I smiled as she walked away.

And this was the last thing I wanted. Seeing Katara and Master Pakku fight with waterbending. “This is all my fault” I muttered under my breath. “Your fault?” Yue attempted to confirm my statement. “What?” I look at her confused. Did I really say that out loud? “You said something” “I'm sure I did not” “But I hear-”

A big wave of water hit the ice, hearing the splash turned me away from the conversation. Both Yue and I were wincing from the sound of the impact. Last thing I see is Katara with a bunch of icicles surrounding her. She…lost…

I sigh sadly as I go to grab Katara's betrothal necklace that laid on the icy floor. But before I was able to, “This is my necklace…” Master Pakku grabs it gently. I immediately walked back. Ah…so the southern tribe existed because Katara’s family members did not want to stay in an area with unnecessary rules. It was quick to piece together. I heard Yue’s breathing become unstable, so I turned to look at her but she didn't look back. She was slightly shaking and tears were brimming her blue eyes. “Yue…” I spoke softly and sadly, reaching for her shoulders but she ran, covering her eyes with her hands to prevent more tears from falling. “Yue!” I yelled, already planning to chase her only for the southern water tribe boy to pull me back. “I’ll get her” He gave a reassuring smile then ran towards Yue. Both of them slowly disappearing. I wonder if he knows why Yue was crying. I furrowed my eyebrows in pity and turned on my heel to go back. “Y/N!” Katara yelled out for me, I turned towards her direction. “Thank you” she said out of breath. “I didn't really do anything” “You helped me gain confidence” She smiled “Well…your welcome and thank you for…all of that” I patted her on the head and she laughed. “You're an amazing water bender” I said and turned to go home. I sigh sadly wondering if Yue is alright.

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a/n: I finished this quite quickly! ALSO THERE IS STILL NO ZUKO IM SORRYYY! I PROMISE ZUKO WILL BE THERE IN CHAPTER 2. The masterlist should be out by the time this chapter is out. This whole fic is COMPLETELY last minute like I started writing all of this today. BUT WOO impulsive decisions led me to post this. Also surprisingly, S1 of this series is literally almost ending LMAO. I think S1 is only like 4-5 chapters? I only finished Chapter 3 currently so im not sure. However I think S2 and S3 will be PACKED and im planning to add some extras in there too :D ALSO If you want to be in the taglist pls go ahead and comment or ask me :) Have a nice day!

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spiderfunkz · 3 months

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✦ RING, RING, RING!

"i think i can really fall in love with him."

word count : 0,9k

warnings : fluff, fem!reader, gwen is mentioned to be readers best friend, harry is mentioned as well, cutesy first dates, peter being just so madly in love & so are you. not proofread!

a/n : inspired by that one scene from 'before sunrise' where celine and jesse pretend to call their friends and tell them about each other :)) also i know i'm late to valentines but it's still february sooooo

if you told yourself a few days ago that you'd be spending valentines day with peter parker, you would laugh at the thought of it.

but right now you couldn't laugh at anything but peter's stupidly unfunny jokes and his cheesy, dry, pickup lines.

you couldn't imagine what valentines would be like with peter parker, but you don't have to. you're experiencing it right now.

he had asked you in a way you've only seen in rom-coms from the 90s. he knocked on your door with a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped box full of chocolate, and a nervous nerdy smile.

and you accepted it obviously. peter's nice. really nice. out of all the boys in your class, he's a gentleman compared to them.

he's got those big brown doe eyes that make you blush if you make eye contact. that weirdly fluffy hair, that makes you wonder what his hair care routine is like sometimes. the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. and a heart bigger than a size of a lake.

and my gosh, you love him.

he made a reservation at this restaurant. one that you've passed by many times but never seem to stop by. you've always thought it was too fancy for a normal hangout with friends or family, it was always crowded with couples too. it always had a jazz band playing, roses on each table, and you could smell the scent of love from outside.

it was everything you've ever dreamed of. you didn't want it to end but unfortunately, the day got darker and the sun began to set.

"i really enjoyed today, peter." you smile.

"yeah of course. i really enjoyed today too." he replied, there was still a splotch of spaghetti sauce near his mouth.

"unfortunate that the hours went by so quickly, i think i have to go home soon." you pout, peter was still smiling, that spaghetti splotch is not going anywhere.

"or maybe we could still talk, for a bit." he paused for a second before making a hand gesture resembling a phone.

"ring, ring, ring!" he mimicked. you furrow your brows.

"pick it up." he stays smiley.

"okay, beep." you laugh, following his gestures.

peter mouths a 'thank you' before continuing, "oh yeah uh, harry? harry are you there?" he asks.

you knew harry, he's peter's closest friend. they're like two peas in a pod and you could never separate them, not even when harry moved away for years.

you join in his little joke. "uh yeah dude, this is harry. dude." you try to mimic his voice.

"yeah, hey harry! do you remember that girl i was gonna ask out for valentines? the really pretty girl from bio class?" his face became pink.

"oh yeah! the really pretty girl. i know her."

"yeah so, she's with me right now and i am just so happy."

"really? how happy?"

"extremely. she's so fun to talk to. she's so incredibly wonderful and i cannot put it into words how beautiful she is. really harry, you were right. she's an angel."

you smile. "really what else? how did the date go?" your voice rasps, clearly you couldn't really perfect the accent harry has. but peter seemed to like it.

"amazing. the food was great, this restaurant is good, i uh- got the reservation in time so everything has been going perfectly.

she's such a ray of sunshine. i can't stop stealing a glance every time, harry. i dunno what's about it, she's just so- perfect."

peter continues. he's doing it on purpose. well, not really, he was going to call harry and say all of those things. but he thinks it's better to tell you face to face. besides, he loves seeing you smile.

you try your best to blurt out a reply without stuttering. "that's um, that's amazing, dude. i bet she feels the same way about you." you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"you really think so?" peter tilts his head.

"i'm sure."

"well, thanks harry. i'll see you later, bye bye." he hangs up, mimicking a beep on the table.

you laugh.

"okay now it's your turn."

"my turn? oh, okay." you gesture your hand.

"dring, dring, dring!" you say, "ugh she's probably studying right now." you explain.

peter picks up, in a voice that will haunt you for years. "hey, girl! what is up!" peter laughs.

it took every cell in your body to not burst out laughing in front of everyone in that restaurant. "hi, gwen. is uh- is your voice okay?" you ask.

"better than ever!" — "oh, okay." you hold your laughter. "um, you know peter? peter parker from biology. the one with fluffy hair and pretty eyes?"

peter smiles, he blushes from his nose.

"yeah so, i'm on a date with him right now. and it feels like a dream. he's prettier up close. he styled his hair, yeah, it's pretty. and he's got spaghetti sauce smeared near his lips." you smile.

peter immediately fixes the splotch, finally.

"he's kind of tall. and he's kinda nerdy too. just my type." you cover your smile, "i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away." you continued.

peter smiles, "what a nice guy."

"he really is. as the date goes on i start to like him even more. i feel like i can really open up to him."

"really?"

"mhm. he got me flowers and some chocolate too. he's funny too, he's got a voice i can listen to for hours. he's like a shot of espresso, you know?"

peter couldn't hide his blush anymore. "a shot of espresso?"

"he makes me feel energized in a way, and he also makes my heart beat really fast." you laugh, "i think i can really fall in love with him."

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wheelsupimagine · 2 months

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Meant to be -Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x FemReader

Word count: 3.2k words

Warnings: mentions of s3 e16 and s4 e24, angst and fluff

Summary: A case reminded Spencer of his past and you the only friend he had in high school, what if one day you two meet again in DC.

Being a resident genius had its favors, the team bets everything on him and he could always retrieve this but this case was different, it was difficult it got personal.

His edict memory is a blessing but not when a case like this reminded him of his past - Alexa Lisbon.

Then he wished he could forget everything for once in his life, but he will always remember.

When Spencer stepped out of the plane, he felt like he could breathe again, but his mind still raced - this case was an emotional roller coaster for him and the best way for Spencer to calm down was to go to his favorite bookstore.

The moment Spencer stepped into the bookstore he felt relieved, the familiar smell of old books and fresh coffee felt like home and no other person was in sight.

"Hey Spencer though case?!" Miranda the owner of the shop asked.

"Hey Miranda, yeah it was."

"Okay, your coffee will be ready in a bit, the bookstore is almost empty just one more person is here."

Spencer nodded but he was surprised that someone else would be here at this time still Spencer didn’t let himself bother knowing he would probably not even find this person.

Spencer left Miranda and made his way deeper into the bookstore. He was so invested in finding a new book, that he totally forgot about his coffee till he heard his name being called.

"Spencer Reid?" A stranger called his name

He turned his head and then he saw you.

Y/N Y/L/N.

What Spencer didn’t tell Derek was, who got him down from the goalpost back then - it was y/n, after that night you two spent more time together - Spencer could always come to you, and you two never talked about his problems and struggles because when he was with you it didn’t matter, once or twice he talked with you about his mom but mostly he just enjoyed your company and felt like a decent kid with a friend.

When he graduated high school, he never looked back but after 14 years you stand now in front of him right here in this bookstore in DC.

"Miranda asked me if I could bring you your coffee before it gets cold." You said and pointed at his coffee in your hand.

"My god Spencer, I can’t believe it’s you." You continued.

"Thank you y/n." Spencer took the coffee from you.

"It’s been a while, you look good by the way."

Spencer blushed, but he didn’t say anything back.

"Ähm yeah it was nice to see you again, I don’t want to bother much longer." As you attempted to leave, Spencer stopped you.

"Actually I could use some company if you like… Only if you want to obviously, I would understand if you don’t want to…" Spencer

rambled, but you stopped him.

"I would love to keep you company Spencer."

You two sat down and drank your coffee and talked. Spencer found out that you moved here two years ago because you got a job offer at the Walter Reed hospital and nothing held you in Las Vegas. Spencer talked to you about his job in the FBI, you asked him about Diana and it surprised him that you still knew her name, you two had a great time together until you caught Spencer off guard.

"Spencer, how are you really? You have very dark circles under your eyes."

"I…I haven’t slept really, it was this case that reminded me of something in the past." Spencer sighed and didn’t dare to look you in the eyes.

You knew where his mind went, you rubbed Spencer’s arm.

"But look at you now, these High school jerks and Alexa are definitely regretting this now." You looked at your clock.

"Hey Spencer it’s getting late, I have to wake up early and honestly you need some sleep too."

Spencer's mimic changed from happy to sad in one motion.

"Oh, I understand. Yeah yeah, you should leave you need your sleep." Spencer took his distance from you, thinking you wanted to leave because you already had enough of him.

"Spencer hey, if you want we can exchange phone numbers so we could meet again."

Spencer’s lips curved into a smile.

"Yeah, I would like that."You exchanged numbers and you both left the shop together.

Sadly you two had to split ways, Spencer insisted on walking you home but you promised him that it wouldn’t even take 10 minutes till you were home. Spencer started rambling about unsafety and what everything could happen in 10 minutes.

"Wow, now I might think I have to stay with you forever." You joked

but Spencer was stunned and it caused his cheeks to turn slightly pink.

"I just made a joke Dr. Reid, okay. Would you feel better if I wrote you when I made it home save in 10 minutes?" You asked him.

"This would make it slightly better. But.."

"But?" You asked confused.

"You lied," Spencer said.

"What?"

"You first said you would be home in less than 10 minutes now it’s exactly 10 minutes." Spencer smiled and you laughed.

"Come home safe Dr. Reid."You smiled and turned around making your way home.

When Spencer arrived home, he thought about going to bed immediately but you crossed his mind again and when he looked at his phone he saw that you hadn’t wrote him yet. So instead of getting in his pyjamas he sat on his couch and waited for your text.

After 10 minutes and 45 seconds, you texted him letting him know you made it home safe.

Spencer:You are too late.

Y/n:What?!

Spencer:You are exactly 45 seconds too late. Next time I call the FBI.

Y/n:haha. I am so sorry dr Reid, I changed into my pajamas first.

Y/n:You didn’t need to stay awake for me

Spencer:But I wanted to make sure that you save.

Y/n:Thank you Spencer but you also need to sleep.

Spencer:Good night Y/n sleep well.

Y/n:Sleep well genius.

Over the last few months, Spencer and you met at the bookstore when your jobs allowed it. Otherwise, you two stay connected through messages and phone calls. Even the team noticed a shift in Spencer’s mood and as the man Derek is he asks him about it.

"Hey, pretty boy, who’s got you on the phone like this?"

"What do you mean, I use my phone like I always do."

"No boy wonder, for someone who rarely uses his phone in his free time, you are really caught up in it now." Derek laughed.

"Is pretty boy in love?" Derek asked and wiggled with his brows.

"Derek please can you leave it, it’s nothing," Spencer answered and didn’t dare to look Derek in the eyes.

"Okay Spencer, I let it slide for now but just so you know I care about you and if there is someone in your life that makes you happy, I just want to know."

Paperwork days for Spencer were never a problem, he accepted it cause it needed to be done but now with you in his life, he loved paperwork because it meant he wasn’t away on a case and with you having the morning shift, it gave you two the chance to meet up after work and he enjoyed your time together, he feels like he can be like himself with you and he hasn’t laughed so much since he met you.

But your jobs didn't allow this too much, either you had the night shift or Spencer was out of town for a case and he hated this, he hated when you weren’t around, he hated it when you two were in the same city but didn’t get to see each other and even though he loves his job, he couldn’t wait to come home, to see you - he missed you.

Cases also mean for him that he barely has time to call you.

Currently, Spencer has been away for a week already, this case going longer than he thought it would take, Spencer lay on his motel bed and tried to find the breakthrough for the case but nothing came to his mind.

He put the papers aside and looked at the clock, it wasn’t too late in DC yet, and he was unsure if he should call you, it’s nothing you usually do so that Spencer could stay focused on the case but honestly, he needed to hear your voice tonight, so he tried to call you hoping you aren’t already asleep.

"Spencer? Is everything okay?" Your voice sounds raw.

"Hey, yeah everything is okay. Did I wake you up? I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to, it was a stupid idea to call you, you obviously slept, and your voice sounds raw. I should-."

"Spencer, breath, everything is fine. I didn’t sleep, I - I just rolled around, I was thinking about you."

Spencer was stunned by your confession, he stayed silent but his heart was beating very fast.

"So yeah, what’s on your mind, Spencer?" You asked breaking the silence.

"We don’t come forward with the case and I...I wanted to hear your voice." Spencer confessed.

"Sometimes it takes more time to find the perpetrator but the only thing that matters is that you will find him. I miss you but please stay safe there."

"I will y/n, I promise."

"Hey, Spencer."

"Yes, y/n."

"Why don’t we meet when you come back, we could order takeout and make a movie marathon at my place nothing fancy." You suggested.

"Yeah, yeah I would like that."

"Good, I will see you soon, good night Spencer."

"Good night y/n."

A few days later the team finally caught the unsub.

As the team flew back to Virginia, Spencer wrote you to let you know that he would land in the late afternoon and asked you if you two wanted to have the movie marathon tonight which you accepted.

Spencer didn’t even realize that he smiled like an idiot until Derek pulled him out of his thoughts.

"You pretty boy what got your smile like that?" Derek asked Spencer.

"Uh n-no-nothing," Spencer said but his cheeks turned 10 times darker every second.

"Sureee Spencer."

Spencer didn’t say anything.

"Hey Spencer," Derek said.

"Yeah."

"It’s good to see you like this," Derek replied. He left Spencer alone with his thoughts, he couldn’t wait to see you tonight.

Spencer arrived at your apartment complex 10 minutes too early, he first waited in his car, drumming his fingers on his bouncing leg, trying to calm himself down but he failed miserably, so he stood in front of your door 7 minutes and 43 seconds too early but it was okay, in that time he tried to get his breath under control.

But before Spencer got his breath under control, you already opened the door.

"Man, I thought you would never knock at my door." You greeted him.

"How-how did you know I stood in front of your door?" Spencer asked.

"I saw you parking your car 5 minutes ago, I waited for you.”

"Oh yeah I didn’t want to be late here but I also didn’t want to be too early, I didn’t know if you were ready yet," Spencer explained.

"It’s okay Spencer but next time just knock you could never be annoying to me, even if you're too early you can sit on my couch like right now."

"I will quickly make the popcorn, you can look for a movie we could watch." You suggested and Spencer sat down and looked for a good movie to watch that you also liked, when you returned with the popcorn and other snacks, you sat down next to him but not too close, Spencer still didn’t decide what to watch.

"I-I don’t know what to watch, movies that I like are mostly not the type from others," Spencer admitted.

"Okay mhm, what do you think of Star Trek?"

"What?!" Spencer was completely shocked.

"Ähm okay was that a bad request?"

"No, no it’s- it’s great actually, I love it, I didn’t think you would like these types of movies," Spencer admitted.

"I am full of surprises Spencer."

So you watched the Star Trek series and after some time you both fell asleep, no one knows who fell asleep first maybe it was you or him but for sure was that you both bumped your heads, after a phone went off - it was Spencer’s.

"I’m sorry, I’ve got a case, is your head okay?"

"Yeah, yeah is there enough time for coffee or do you have to leave immediately?"

"No, it looks really important I have to leave now, but at least the case is here."

"Okay, good luck, be safe."

"I will be." As Spencer was about to leave he turned around once more.

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes, Spencer."

"I had a lot of fun last night."

"Me too, maybe we couldn’t do it again sometime?"

"I would love to, bye y/n."

"See you soon doctor, come home to me in one piece."

Just when the door felt shut, your phone started ringing, it was the hospital.

"Hey, y/n. Is it possible for you to fill in today, maya is sick."

"Yeah sure, I am on my way."

Spencer just visited Abby one of the remaining survivors, in the middle of their conversation Abby got aphasia, which scared Spencer, this stain kills people in a short amount of time and right now he couldn’t do anything.

Then he thought about you, and he had the urge to talk to you, even though he may get in trouble for this he needed to know you were okay.

"Spencer, is everything okay?" You said quite in panic.

"Yeah, yeah sure why wouldn’t it be… I.. I just wanted to hear your voice and I wanted to know if you are okay."

"Everything is okay, besides I have to work today."

"What !! I thought it was your free day?"

"Yeah, change in plans, one of my colleagues is sick and they asked me to fill in, but it’s fine, it’s a quiet day." You lied to Spencer, nothing was quiet on this day.

Hey, Spencer, it looks like I’ve got to go out there again. Look out for yourself and maybe if you’d like we could out soon.. like on a real date, maybe?"

"..I would like it, yeah, that would be great."

"Good, stay safe Spencer. Bye"

"Goodbye, Y/n. Take care of yourself. See you soon."

You both hung up with a smile and at least forgot the scary situation for a few seconds, before you got out again and took care of the anthrax-infected patients.

Spencer and Derek made their way to Nichols a possible suspect in the anthrax case. When they arrived Spencer had cut himself briefly on the thorn bush but it didn't stop him and continued to walk with Derek closer to the house.

Before Morgan and Reid entered Nichols's private lap, Derek got a phone call, Reid made his way into the lab and left Derek behind.

As Derek ended the call, he realized Spencer was not behind him. Derek ran towards the house calling for Reid and just when he arrived at the house, Spencer closed the door from the lab and told Derek he couldn’t get in there just then Derek saw the broken test tube with Anthrax in it.

Spencer was a step closer to death.

You took the mask from your face and took a deep breath and you finally broke down, you started crying, it was too much for you, seeing all those vulnerable people and you can’t do anything to help them, you can only try to make this stay as comfortable as possible.

You knew what this job meant, you can’t save everybody but this is not fair, how can a human being so heartless and let these people perish?

You took another deep breath and then you thought about Spencer, hopefully was okay, far away from this situation but deep down you knew he wasn’t, he is in the FBI of course he is involved but please let him be okay.

You needed to hear Spencer's voice, so you called him.

"Y/n…" Spencer began to cough.

"Spencer.. what's happening. You don’t sound okay."

"Everything is fine." Spencer coughed again.

"Spencer…no matter what is happening…"

"Y/n listen." Spencer cut you off.

"I love you Y/n… everything is gonna be okay but I've got to go now. Then Spencer hung up and you didn’t get to answer him.

You tried it a few more times but he didn’t pick and now it felt like your world broke down, you burst into tears knowing couldn’t do anything.

After Spencer and Dr. Kimura may have found the cure for this anthrax, Spencer finally gets to go out of the lab and go to the shower, but as Spencer untied his tie, Dr. Kimura sees the cut Spencer got from the bush and the situation just got more dangerous, hopefully, the cure was in the inhaler.

When Dr. Kimura came in with a newly infected anthrax patient your heart skipped a beat - it was Spencer.

He was in an awful state and for a moment you didn’t know if he would survive this.

The situation finally got under control with the confirmation from the lab that the cure was in the inhaler, the last survivors and Spencer were able to be cured and now it was a matter of time before Spencer woke up.

When you walked towards Spencer’s room, you saw a man sitting by Spencer and eating his jello that you put on his table, just then Spencer woke up and immediately asked if there would be more jello.

As you arrived at Spencer's room you couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Hey." You've said as if a stone fell from your heart.

"Hi." Said Spencer with a smile on his face.

You both wanted to say so much more but with this muscular man in the room who you didn’t know - there was an awkward silence there.

"Okay, I think it’s my time to leave. Have fun lover boy." The man said and left you too alone.

"You’ve scared me, Spencer." You sat down on the bed and took his hand in yours.

"I didn’t mean to do this and I am sorry for what I said, I would understand if you don’t want to see me anymore, I mean with what I said I took this.." Spencer rambled.

"I love you too Spencer."

"WHAT?! Really?"

"Yes Spencer, of course I do, I've loved you since we first met back in Las Vegas."

Spencer cupped with both hands your face and you leaned in and then you two kissed for the first time.

"So you still want to go out with me?" You asked.

"Of course Y/n." You both hugged and Spencer's face was crooked in your neck.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Spencer."

"Before we go out on the date, can I have some of this jello?" Spencer asked shyly but you just started laughing.

"Of course, my love, you can have as much jello as you want."

Man - when I wrote this it felt from length okay but now I feel like it’s a little rushed maybe you could give me feedback if I should get more in detail with the story and the conversations.

I am still very new to writing and it feels super though to write Spencer so that he still has his character traits and doesn’t sound like a totally different Spencer.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #matthew gray gubler #mgg #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n

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celtic-crossbow · 10 months

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It’s Alright, It’s Okay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader {Could be platonic but that’s not where my brain was}

Setting: Alexandria era

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, struggles with mental illness

Summary: You accidentally allow Daryl to see your scars.

A/N: Yesterday sucked for me for a million different reasons. This is really a way for me to vent more than anything. I’ve never done a y/n before so I’m sorry if I screw it up. No beta, all mistakes are cause I suck.

“I got the dishes!” You volunteered, probably a little too cheerfully, before collecting the empty plates from the coffee table and shuffling along to the kitchen. You had a dining table but it had never seen a single use.

It had been a rather uneventful day in Alexandria, for which you were thankful. That meant no one had died just trying to complete what used to be mundane tasks for everyday living. Now, since the world had gone to shit, everything was a risk. Just scrubbing the sauce from those dishes could somehow very well lead to your demise. Regardless, you rolled up your sleeves and ran the water.

Daryl had brought home a deer earlier in the day. It was a large buck that would feed the town for a while if the meat was rationed properly. He had been given his own portion, as per usual, for being responsible for the kill. The archer had used the meat grinder in the kitchen at his and Carol’s place, meaning, of course, that Carol had offered and he had shrugged while sharpening a knife.

You had chosen that moment to knock on their door. The silver-haired woman had shown you a cookie recipe but the pantry was out of an ingredient. Carol usually had the things you needed or would at least know something you could substitute.

“Oh, man! My sister used to make venison spaghetti!” You had commented while she had stepped away to get what you needed. You had half a box of angel hair pasta and a can of sauce at your place. “Hey, Dixon?” You continued when he hummed in acknowledgment, “think I could steal just a little of this to make some?”

He had stared at you for a moment before giving a nod. In your excitement, you had thrown him an invite to share the meal just as Carol returned and handed over the ziplock bag with the ingredient you needed for the cookies.

“Alright.” He drawled, sheathing the knife he had been working with.

You quickly invited Carol as well, realizing what you had done, but she smiled knowingly and shook her head. You had at least waited until you were on their porch before slapping a palm to your forehead and calling yourself an idiot.

Still, dinner had gone over without a hitch, even if you did sit side by side on the couch with your plates on your laps. You had laughed when he’d tip back his head to dangle the end of the noodles over his mouth so he could descend the forkful carefully. He had even chuckled when you had dropped half a bite onto your shirt when trying to mimic his actions. It had really been…nice.

Now you stood in your kitchen, rinsing the dishes and placing them in the strainer. You hadn’t heard him enter, but you rarely did. The man moved like a ghost for someone his size.

“S’that from?” His sudden inquiry from just behind you had startled you enough to send the plate clattering into the sink. It didn’t break, thank goodness.

“What’s what from?” You replied, casting him a brief glance before you continued your task. The last dish was quickly rinsed and placed with the others.

“Them scars.”

You were drying your hands on a towel when you suddenly stilled. Fuck. The pale, raised imperfections stood out starkly on your forearms and you instantly felt nausea creeping up your throat, burning at the back of your tongue. “Oh, that’s nothing.” You dropped the towel and quickly started to roll down your sleeves.

But he was faster.

His calloused fingers felt rough against your skin in contrast to his gentle grip around your wrist. You felt electric pulses centering from where he was touching you, but the shame erupting from within you wouldn’t allow you to dwell on how right that felt.

Tears were already forming on your lashes as he studied the myriad of scars littering your arm from wrist to elbow. Some were larger or more jagged than others, but each one contained a story of your past; a hurt you inflicted upon yourself to cope with the hurt done to you by someone else.

“Don’t look like nothin’ to me.”

You had never heard him speak so softly and it made you feel that much worse. Daryl Dixon was anything but soft. For him to pity you must mean you were a real piece of work.

“Please,” you begged, your bottom lip quivering. You were barely holding yourself together. “Just…leave it.”

Those striking blue eyes left your arm to focus on your face. You quickly looked away, lest he see how pathetic you were. He released you and took a step back.

“Thanks for dinner, Y/N.”

You nodded and tried to smile, but never met his gaze before you heard the front door close. You sat on the kitchen floor and cried for hours, finally dragging yourself to the couch a few hours before you’d have to be up for the start of another day.

Months passed by and things changed, as they often did. You started to find Daryl sitting on your porch steps, cleaning his crossbow or tinkering with some motorcycle part. Most days, you just offered him a greeting and went on your way. Some days, when you were feeling brave or especially curious, you would ask about his weapon. His replies were always short and gruff but never rude or angry.

Eventually, this became the norm. You started bringing him water or lemonade, sitting with him while you drank your tea. Conversations were never lengthy but enough to ensure any silence was comfortable. You started to miss him when he was gone for runs or recruiting. Then you’d open your door one morning to find him perched in what you had long ago deemed ‘his spot’ and the smile that would grace your features was unbidden yet genuine.

One warm summer evening, while you sat together on the top step, your head was laid against his shoulder while his arm was draped around yours. The first time you had tried to lean on him, he had flinched so hard that he had dropped the water glass and you had apologized profusely while cleaning up the mess. At some later point, you both had started dropping your walls, bit by bit, and now here you were.

Still, even with the contentment you found in each other's company, something lingered.

“Daryl?”

“Hmm?”

You could feel him move and knew he was looking down toward where your temple rested against the front of his shoulder. “I’d like to tell you about it now,” you paused for a breath, “if you still want to know.” You waited for him to ask what you were talking about but, as he tended to do, the archer surprised you.

“Ya can tell me if ya wanna talk ‘bout it. Ya don’t hafta though.”

You smiled to yourself but it faded just as quickly. “I did it to myself.” You took another deep breath before continuing, keeping your eyes on the stars in the distant sky. “My life was hard even before the end of the world. I couldn’t cope with the things that happened to me…that were done to me… so I’d find something sharp—” you heard and felt his breath hitch but you couldn’t stop now. “I’d use anything at first. Anything that could make a cut. Eventually I started using a razor blade.” You just let the words tumble out, feeling a tear slide down your cheek. You hadn’t even realized you were crying. “Everything just hurt so bad and it was the only way I could handle it all. It was the only thing that kept the pain at bay. I know it doesn’t make sense but I just… I needed…”

You felt Daryl shift and quickly found yourself pressed against his chest, his arm around your back while his other hand pressed against the back of your head. He had hugged you before but this? This was different. He didn’t say anything but you already knew that he wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to expressing emotion. So he was offering you this comfort.

And you accepted it without a second thought, crying hard while your hands fisted the material of his leather vest. The more you trembled, the tighter he held you. It was as if he was trying to keep you from shaking apart but somehow you knew that even if you did, he would pick up the pieces and put you together again.

After a long while, your tears had all but stopped, leaving you a sniffling, tired mess in his arms. He didn’t seem to care but had loosened his hold slightly and was rubbing small circles over your back while you collected yourself.

Now came the shame. “I’m sorry.” You managed quickly while you pulled away from him. His hands hovered for a moment like you would fall apart again any moment but he soon let them fall onto his knees.

“What for?”

You could see him trying to catch your gaze from the corner of your eye as you wiped angrily at your face. “I know what I did was stupid.”

“It weren’t stupid, Y/N.” Daryl said softly. You remembered when he had used that same softness when he had first seen the proof of your self mutilation. You nodded but didn’t say anything for a while. Eventually, you went back to staring at the stars, even though you could feel him still staring at you.

“I don’t hate them, you know.” You finally said. With a sigh, you braved a glance at him. He was still watching you, expression unreadable but not hard. “My scars.” Daryl nodded for you to continue. “I had a lot of battles and they are proof of that but… I won.” You looked away and shrugged with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “I’m still here.”

“M’glad.” He replied quickly, drawing your gaze back to him. “That you’re still here.”

You smiled again. It was small but this time, it was genuine. “Me too.” You watched each other for a few moments and you couldn’t help but notice him draw his bottom lip in between his teeth to gnaw at it. As you opened your mouth to ask if he was okay, he pushed himself off the step to stand.

“C’mon.” Daryl jerked his head toward your front door. Your brow knitted in confusion but you stood and crossed the small distance to the door.

“Daryl?”

“I wanna show ya somethin’.” He answered when his name had barely left your lips. Daryl reached in front of you to pull open the screen door and motioned for you to enter first. You could hear the deep, steadying breath he took as he followed you inside and began closing your door. “Ya trusted me with yours. I wanna trust ya with mine.”

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kettlefire · 8 months

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Ember & the Dark Knight

She just wanted her guitar back. That's all Ember wanted, she needed it. The growing pain inside grew the longer she was away from it.

Her only outlet. The only thing that helped her. In every way of the word. She had to fight tooth and nail to be allowed to keep it in the first place.

Promised she's never use it against the living again. Never try to brainwash anyone.

Then she lost it. Just like that. Flying through the Zone, and a particularly harsh natural portal ripped it from her grasp.

It's the only reason she was in this godforsaken city. It reeked of anguish and pain, and Ember just wanted to get out of there.

Something about the place the portal spit her out into, just didn't sit right with her. She wanted in and out of quickly as possible.

To just get back home in the Zone. Back to Skulker.

Except there just had to be a really weird guy in burlap sack mask. Which was weird enough as is, but hey Ember wasn't one to judge.

She tried to be civil. To ask for her guitar back. Her baby that the man had clutched in his grasps.

Maybe she should have seen it coming. This place had to be stranger than Amity. The man barely even flinched when he saw her glowing form.

Ember expected a fight okay. That was it, just a fight and then she can take her things and get the hell out of dodge.

But it couldn't be that easy. Of course it couldn't be.

Because then a large man in a black armor suit just had to come falling down from the ceiling. And of course the human man seemed to scare the weird Scarecrow guy.

Ember tried to be calm again. She really did, she promised the little dipstick that she's work on her anger.

That was until she got a burst of green gas into her face.

It was almost comical. The way she swatted the gas away from her face with a slight cough. Glaring at Scarecrow and Batman. As she found out the dude in the furry suit was called.

Scarecrow seemed excited, like he couldn't wait to see what happened. But Ember noticed Batman tense. Weapons on hand, and ready for what to come. Leaving her in a full confusion.

Then it happened. Whatever that gas was finally kicked in.

And everything was on fire.

She couldn't breath. Oh god, she couldn't breath. Heat radiated from the walls, and the two men just faded from her focus.

She needed to get out.

And she tried. She tried, even as her no longer functioning lungs seemed to ache for air.

Even as her core seemed to mimic a heart. Straining, and pounding against the fear, panic, and pain she felt.

But Ember tried to suck it up. Pull away from the licking heat of the flames. Forcing her way through the warehouse.

Looking for an exit. An escape. Anyway to get her way back home. To get back to Skulker.

At this point, Ember didn't care about her guitar anymore. It could burn for all she cared. She just wanted to get back to her love.

All that fight she felt faded away in an instant. Zapping out of her the moment her eyes landed on him.

Skulker, the love of her life, was there.

Trapped in the flames before her. The metal of his suit twisting and warping. Damn near melting beneath the intense heat.

A pain Ember wouldn't would even wish on her worse enemy. She knew what it felt like to burn. It felt like she was dying watching it happen to Skulker.

She stared wide eyed and frozen as the twisted and broken Skulker tried to stagger towards her. Broken sounds and choked screams leaving him as his suit fell apart. As the fire began to take over.

Ember fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face and pain tearing at her heart. She couldn't breath. She didn't need to but she felt like she was suffocating.

Then she screamed.

The first sound she made since this nightmare began. Reverberating through her chest, tearing out from her vocal cords in a damn near painful sound.

She wasn't sure when she had closed her eyes. But before she knew it, there were hands on her shoulder. And she fought back. Tried to shove the hands off her. Too panicked to even think of her powers.

She was terrified of what she'll see. A twisted and melting Skulker pulling her closer the fire. The only image her brain could fathom for the reason of the too warm hands grasping at her arms.

Ember heard it. Barely there behind the loud roar of the fire, and the still broken cries of her lover. It was a voice.

A normal voice. A concerned voice.

It took all her willpower to pull her eyelids open. Prepared to see the worse of the worse. Except it wasn't like that.

The fire seemed like an overlay. A horrible projection of something that wasn't there. Expect him. He was real. Ember knew it, because he was there when the nightmare started.

The man in the suit. The Batman.

His gloved hands were trying to pull her back to reality. Pull her away from the nightmare.

"Look at me. It's not real."

Those words, spoken in the gruff and deep almost robotic voice was what did it for her.

Almost in an instance, it was all gone. She was seated on a perfect fine, and not burning warehouse floor. Tears burning her eyes, chest in complete pain, as her core rocked with the experience.

Ember didn't know why she did it. Maybe she just need to feel comforted. Like a child after a nightmare, she latched onto the man.

The man that pulled her out of this nightmare. Both residual fear and panic, paired with overwhelming relief flooded her.

Because she gets to go home. Back to Skulker. Back to the Zone. She even gets to see that little dipstick again.

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sphireath-wisp · 4 months

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#Yes or... yes!

Sypnosis: "Hey boy! Look, I'm gonna make this simple for you. You got two choices: yes or... yes!" How they'd confess to you/How you'd confess to them + what lead up to the confession.

Warnings: Not proofread, trying a different format, situationship for Nagi, Quite long... I suppose

Featuring: Seishiro Nagi, Yoichi Isagi x GN! reader

SEISHIRO NAGI... your seatmate at the back of the class who gives you blatant glances across the table and gives no thought to being secretive and shy. You can feel his eyes cemented to you when you fidget with the rings adorning your fingers, when you take a sip of your water, when you bounce your leg up and down nervously the moment your eyes lock with his for a slight moment in class - and the aftermath: your poor mind is thrown into a state of overdrive under his gaze.

You can't tell what he's thinking and it's even worse because of his painfully neutral expression, the same one you've always seen on his face, the same one that leans down to your level and oh-so-close to your face to whisper things in your ear. It's agonizing, really. You can't read this guy and it drives you insane.

SEISHIRO NAGI... who gives you compliments - and it's horrible because you can't tell whether he's genuine. "Wow, you're so observant, (Name)," His eyebrows shoot up slightly, spine straightening to catch a cold can of ice lemon tea you got for him after a short coughing fit. "Thanks." He'd mumble out and practically chug the drink down, a mix of sweet and sour lingering on the base of his tongue before he noticed that you didn't have a drink for yourself.

His fingers - cold to the touch thanks to the ice lemon tea - snake around your waist when you're about to leave him. His fingers intertwine and cage you in his arms, head resting on your shoulder when he figures he's used up all of his willpower pulling you closer. "Let's go get more drinks," it's more of an order than a request, to be honest, but how could you say no? Any longer in that position and you'd melt like butter in his grasp.

Your body relaxes when you feel him slowly let go, not to mention the tension you were storing in your jaw and chest. However, being observant backfires on you when his hands lightly hold your waist, fingers digging the flesh of your hip as if he didn't want to leave you. "You're paying," His voice isn't a good enough distraction from your rapid heartbeat, its reverberations intense against your ribs. "Okay," you say without thinking and he finally is off you.

SEISHIRO NAGI... who finds every excuse to ask you for help. Ranging from homework to helping him clean up after school, you've accepted the tolling task of befriending him and he likes you too much to let you run off. It's not a big deal if you say no and don't help him, but in all honesty, he's oblivious to the fact that he just wants you around.

"Can you stay after school and help me with this school project I have for history?" He watches the way your face scrunches up and understands you're hesitant immediately. "Can't, I have stuff to do at home. I'll go home first without you, then, 'kay?"

He mimics your reluctant expression, lips painted in a sharper frown. "...I'll go home with you," he answers without even a moment slipping by, barely putting any thought into it.

"Huh? What about your project?" He's already dragging his feet to the school gates by the time you ask. "Another day."

SEISHIRO NAGI... who gets incessantly questioned by Reo the moment he picks up on you and Nagi's dynamic. Nagi always forgets to return your pen but constantly keeps it safe... you're always sitting next to him at lunch and ordering an extra side dish to share with him because he's too preoccupied with games to buy food... it's way too obvious for Reo to let slide!

"Are you sure you don't have feelings for (Name)?" Reo hums, a hand on his chin as you walk off into the distance. Nagi's eyes are still on you, his game paused in his hands and waiting until you're out of sight before resuming the round. "Yea," Nagi states, as if he's sure about it.

"So, you're just friends?" Nagi purses his lips as he nods, finding it a little harder than usual to stomach the idea of being just... a friend to you. "You're totally okay if (Name) finds someone else? I've seen them hanging out a lot with that new transfer kid."

His mood instantly sours, turning rotten in a matter of moments and Reo sees it. His mind drifts elsewhere other than the game and, inevitably, trumpets play when he loses the match. Reo chuckles, lightheartedly patting Nagi on the back. "Are you still positive you don't like (Name)?"

"...dunno."

SEISHIRO NAGI... who calls you at ungodly hours, mumbling about what Reo has been insinuating. He follows his words with a tired sigh, phone propped against the headboard of his bed. There's a short silence between the both of you before you begin, "Yeah, haha... that's crazy."

You pause and, for a slight moment, you entertain the idea of Nagi actually liking you in that way, "...what else did Reo say?"

"Kept saying I was staring at you... I don't know what was up with Reo." Nagi shifts around on his bed, glancing at you... or at least the image of you on his screen.

"Something the matter?" You yawn.

"...nothing, you just look different in dark lighting."

"Really? I didn't expect you to notice details like that."

"Yeah, I guess, but anyone would notice minor stuff like that."

"Is me looking different a bad thing?"

"No... not really. You still look the same, kinda." His voice quietens down, dropping a volume. It becomes less monotone and he sounds more unsure as if he doesn't know what to say next or how to string his words together properly - a rare case for him since, for the most part, he just bluntly says what's on his mind without any filter.

SEISHIRO NAGI... who decides it's a hassle to mull over it.

"Do you like me, (Name)?" He abruptly starts and you froze at his straightforwardness. Your breathing hitched. The gears in your head finally began to turn again after a moment of registering his ridiculously sudden question; it was like he was trying to catch you off guard.

Heat crawled up your neck, gathering at the apple of your cheeks - you internally thank how dark your room is.

"Woah, what? That's sudden."

"...do you actually like me, (Name)?"

You gulp. Lying would twist your gut in an unnerving way and leave you with regret for days... but would that be any worse than being left heartbroken?

"Is that a yes?" Nagi interrupts the silence, taking your lack of response as a non-verbal 'yes'. You avoid looking at your phone screen. "...I guess."

"Hey wait, don't turn off your camera." Nagi huffs, rolling over onto his stomach. "You know, Reo's usually right about these kinds of things and I get this nagging feeling that this is a good time to say this. I'm pretty sure I like you too."

You blink, it wasn't as romantic or dreamy as you hoped... but you're talking to Nagi, so what could you expect? A breath of relief unexpectedly releases - a breath you had no idea you were holding back.

"That was way less romantic than I expected it to be," you admit, soft chuckles following suit.

"Confessions are supposed to be romantic? I don't know much about sappy things like this... Reo's more experienced."

"Right... I'm your first, right?"

"We're dating?"

"Something wrong with that?"

"No. I like you a lot. That's all I need to be sure of, right?"

You smile - an image that burns into Nagi's memory. Hey, that look is perfect on you. "Yeah, that's it."

YOICHI ISAGI... your childhood best friend who scored a spot in the same school as you. The type of guy who punches the air and whispers a never-ending chain of 'yes-yes-yes' when he feels lady luck smiling down on him. He's your stereotypical nice guy, but when he dislikes someone... he means it with his whole heart.

The guy that falls in love easily, but strangely, he never falls hard. Given the number of crushes you've heard him sing praises about, it always ended with him saying that he 'realized they weren't a good match' or 'wasn't ready to date'.

It was strange. He never seemed like the type to have fleeting crushes.

YOICHI ISAGI... who slots himself effortlessly into a newfound group of classmates in the first week of school. Can you blame him? He's approachable, friendly, respectable, and... honestly, just a pleasant guy to be around. It's no wonder people gravitated to him. The process of befriending Isagi is seamless.

He's made such a good impression on his peers that they recognize him as a familiar face in the first few days to stick with until they've accustomed themself to this new environment - truly a moth to the flame. However, his fellow classmates have noticed that there's a recurring pattern whenever they decide to latch onto Yoichi; it's that you have a habit of glueing yourself to him as well.

Wherever he went, you were there; right by his side. Or perhaps, speculation suggests that he's your little loyal puppy and not the other way around. The moment you stood up from your seat in the canteen, he followed suit, hands pawing at your wrist and asking where you were headed.

YOICHI ISAGI... who remembers little details about you to the point that people around the two of you have to pause and ask, "Are you two a thing?" multiple times a day. The pure disbelief on their face was entertaining at first, but the questioning escalated to pestering and teasing.

High school sweetheart Isagi here has gotten used to it, laughing it off with a tinge of pink dusted on his cheeks as he brushes them off again. He'd scratch the back of his neck, shrinking back into his own space instead of invading your own bubble (something you didn't mind at all). "No, no... we're not like that." Isagi would insist.

You can't help but feel a little disheartened when you hear his answer.

YOICHI ISAGI... who seems like he was pulled straight out of a teen rom-com movie. The shift in weight when you both bump shoulders while sitting next to each other, the slight touch when you both coincidentally reach for the same thing, the silence that burns from the heavy tension to the skin of your cheeks; it's surreal.

He's not remarkably poetic with words. He's not grandiose with gestures. Perhaps you saw the principle and moral behind all of his little deeds. He picked up your pen for you - he's helpful. He gives the best hugs - he's warm, safe, and comforting. He has this look in his eyes, a look of adoration whenever you begin to speak - it's enchanting. And his body naturally curves to face you, to give you his full attention - he's more handsome up close.

Wait, what are you thinking?

When you eventually did face reality and connected the dots, nothing changed. The world didn't end. Your universe didn't shatter. This revelation changed nothing about the way you've been treating him. Are you even sure you're in love with him?

Or perhaps you had already fallen too deep from the very beginning.

YOICHI ISAGI... who gets egged on by his friends. They eagerly boost him in your direction with a push, nudging him with their elbows, cheering him on as he awkwardly holds a small bouquet of roses for you.

You gasp audibly, your own bunch of friends giggling and giving you their own light shove forward. Was this planned?! This is way too perfect to be a coincidence.

You latch onto him, feet flat on solid ground once more as you straighten your spine. Your gaze locks with Isagi's. Your hands are on his shoulders. Your lips are dangerously inches away from his.

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Can I be yours?" He interrupts, hands dropping the bouquet to hold you in place by your waist. At this point, there's a crowd gathering to spectate. Your grip on his shoulder tightens. He squeezes your waist gently, as if a message of reassurance, as if a reminder to be honest to him and, more importantly, yourself.

"Am I fleeting crush number 6?" You chuckle.

"You're the love of my life, my number 1."

You could die from the cheesiness, but contradictiously, you feel yourself melting deeper into his arms. After barely any consideration, partially because you already knew the answer your heart desired, you sigh.

"You've got yourself a date." and that cute gleam in his eyes reappeared once more.

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em1e · 11 months

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fears | pregnancy scare uh oh

⿻ mini series ft. you dating shinichiro and whatever chaos that comes from that !! ✕ angst !! pregnancy scares, no gender-referring pronouns but reader is implied 2 be able 2 have kids !! ♡ series m.list

your hands were shaking more than you’d like, honestly.

shinichiro left for work for the day and you were left babysitting emma and mikey since you were off and their grandpa was out - the two were elated when you’d arrived, and though you were just as happy to see them, something was eating away at you.

you tried to talk to shinichiro about it before he left, but he pressed a quick kiss to your lips with he promise to discuss whatever you needed to later - something about needing to be at the shop earlier for one reason or another.

so, you dove into the unknown alone. excused yourself to the bathroom while the two siblings promised to be good in the time you’re gone.

one test was all you’d packed with you, all you’d grabbed from the store the night before when your period was two weeks later than you’d like it to have been. and now, sat on the floor leaning against the door, waiting on the results, you wonder if you should’ve just fought the anxiety creeping its way under your skin, taken a breath, a step back, and waited for shinichiro to get home from work so he could at least be here with you.

it’s too late for regrets, you scold yourself with a frown, head hitting the door and closing your eyes while you wait for the timer to go off.

should you even look at the results? or should you shove the test back into the packaging without checking until shinichiro gets home? fuck why couldn’t he wait two minutes?

the alarm going off makes you jump, sitting up straight to peek at the styrofoam cup that previously held your coffee, lip pulled between your teeth as you debate. this is a together thing, isn’t it? you shouldn’t look, right?

your shaking hand pulls the cup towards you carefully, kneeling in front of the counter to get a glance at the results.

a fucking positive. you could puke, setting the cup down quickly before your trembling fingers drop it.

god, what are you gonna tell shinichiro? you should’ve grabbed more than one fucking test.

you jump again at the sound of knocking on the door, “(y/n),” emma whines from behind the wood, “mikey won’t stop changing the channel and it’s my turn to pick what show we watch.”

you can hear mikey call her a little snitch, and it settles fully this isn’t the time to have a breakdown. you take a breath, dumping the contents of the cup down the toilet and flush, toss the test and the cup into the trash, and wash your hands.

“mikey,” you’re calling out before the door’s fully open, looking around the corner to see emma’s made her way back into the living room and is playing tug-o-war with mikey for the remote, “guys.”

they both drop it at the sound of your warning, and it clatters to the floor in time with your sigh, “let’s pick something you both want to watch, ‘kay?”

a few hours later, shinichiro’s shaking you awake by the shoulder, an uncharacteristic frown on his face is the first thing you see as your eyes flutter open.

“hey-” you start, blinking once, then twice to clear your blurry vision, but he cuts you off by presenting the test to you.

“we need to talk.”

your mouth dries at the sight of it, looking around to see where his siblings could be, “where’s-”

“i told them to go outside and play for a bit,” he answers before you can ask, bringing the test back into your vision as you move to sit up from the couch you’d passed out on, “am i stupid or does this say positive?”

you swat it away with a frown, “it does, and you’re holding the end my pee was in, fyi.”

he grimaces, readjusting his grip to the other end but remains unrelenting, “so this is where we talk about this.”

“i tried to this morning,” you snap, cringing when you realize just how mean you sound, “you left before i could. . .”

he mimics your frown at this, moving to sit on the couch beside you, “‘m sorry, i didn’t realize . . .” then clears his throat, “did . . . is this the only one you took? how late are you?”

“it’s the only one and like . . two weeks?” you offer, head hitting his shoulder, “was gonna get more before i told you to be sure.”

“you weren’t gonna tell me ‘til you were sure?” he leans away from you, forcing you to sit back up, but you look away with a nod.

“would’ve been unnecessary stress, it could’ve been wrong-”

“but it might not be,” he counters, frown only seeming to grow, “and you’d be going through all these motions alone when this is something we should be figuring out together.”

and it’s like suddenly all the emotions you’d been holding back returned like a tidal wave, your lip beginning to quiver with tears filling your eyes. you open your mouth to retort, to say anything, really, but nothing makes it past your lips. shinichiro places the test in his lap, pulling you towards him by the shoulders and presses a kiss to your temple.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay. we’re gonna figure this out.”

“we don’t make enough for a kid, ” you say finally, when your tears begin to dry and shinichiro’s hold on you is so tight you don’t think there’s an atom of space between the two of you, “we don’t even live together,” you continue when he laughs softly, “i’ll probably have to drop out to pick up more shifts.” you add with a small frown.

he squeezes your shoulder with a hum, “no you won’t. we’ll make whatever we can work, and we can look for somewhere together - or you could move here. you practically already live here, anyways, ‘m sure grandpa wouldn’t mind.”

“s’alot, shin. different than taking care of your siblings.”

“i know, “ he presses a kiss to your hair, lips lingering there as he continued speaking, “but we’ve had our fair share of training with kids, yeah? we can handle it.”

in the end, you’re holding each other waiting for the response of three new tests. each with the definitive results of negative - the first was just a false positive. you hate the feeling of disappointment bubbling in your chest as each result comes up, but shinichiro is there to pull you close, kiss your temple and promise.

“there’s always later, when we’re more prepared for it. we won’t have to live outta my garage, we’ll have our own house with a picket fence and we’ll make emma and mikey babysit when we wanna go out on dates,” he drags you to his chest from the bathroom floor, back pressed against the wall as you curl into him, “and we’ll be the best parents there are.” he says it with such confidence, you can’t help but trust his every word. still, a tear falls from your eyes at what could’ve been - the potential of being one now lingering faintly in the air.

#salmon rowe #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #sano x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader

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fabricated-misslieness · 11 months

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: earth 42 miles morales x spider gn reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: nokia vs. super-powered teen, who wins?

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 798 ~ part 1

"So... What did you mean "I don't want to kill you"?"

You look up at Miles from your position on his chest, then back down. How do you explain this? A spider bit you, and now you have powers. That sounded silly, didn't it? But there was no better explanation.

"Well, first off, a spider gave me these superpowers. You know, sticking to walls and stuff."

"A spider gave them to you." Miles laughs, and it definitely sounds like he doesn't believe you, "Did you swallow it in your sleep?"

"No, no," You groan, "it bit me."

"That simple? Hell," Amusement is written all over his face, and it's kind of annoying because you're being serious, "Imma have to do that myself."

"Look," You begin seriously, looking to catch his attention, "it wasn't a normal spider. I don't know what it was that made it so special but don't get yourself bitten by a venomous spider, now, I don't need you in a hospital."

"Okay, fine, but I thought the spider stuff was just part of your suit. Like you were some kind of spider-fiend." He waves his fingers to mimic spider legs.

"I'm not that good." You shrug, "You're the genius one. I designed the suit and the web-shooters, but even that was hard. Can't imagine doing it all over again." You shake the hideous thought off, "Point is, I got super-strength from it."

"How super?" Miles questions.

You sit up on the couch–much to his dismay–and say, "Do you have anything I can break?"

"Was there anything he didn't value?" was more the question. Miles thinks about it... well, the materials for his Prowler suit were very precious, and he already knew you could break those, so that was off the list. Kitchen appliances...no, his mom would kill him.

But then, there was something: his mom's old Nokia. She always said she still needed it. Just in case her smartphone broke, she had a back up. Then again, she was careful with her phone, with everything, so that was highly unlikely.

When Miles returns with the old phone, he hands it to you with doubt, "I don't know if you'll be able to break this. It's a Nokia, after all–"

Crushing it in your fist was too easy. Now, splitting it in half? That's a more garish display. It was sure to make your boyfriend speechless.

You take each end of the Nokia and bring them apart before he can even finish his sentence.

For a moment he stares, shocked, even as you place the poor phone on the coffee table and sit back to admire his expression. Honestly, it's priceless. A gaping mouth accompanied by two wide eyes that are glued to the sight of the Nokia.

"Awesome, right? Honestly, I think I could do worse things, but I've never tried–"

"Holy shit." Miles finally says. He picks both pieces of the phone in his hands to examine them.

...and just then, "Miles, I'm home!"

Miles tosses the phone back onto the table, making a loud clack! noise, whilst you push a hospital mask onto your face.

When Rio turns the corner, she gasps, "Miles... ¿qué le hiciste a mi telefono?" (what did you do to my phone?)

"I–nada, mami." (nothing, mom.)

"Ey, ¿como que nada?" She chastises, clicking her tongue, "¿Te volviste mentiroso o que?" (what do you mean, nothing? Did you turn into a liar or what?)

"Mami, ¡te lo juro! Tu sabes que nadie puede romper una Nokia tan..." This was not the right time to forget an expression, but Miles didn't know what to say. "clean como asi." (Mom, I swear! You know nobody can break a Nokia as... clean as this!)

"Y ahora vienes con tu espanglish." Rio sighs, placing a hand on her hip. "Young man, you are in trouble." (And now comes the Spanglish.)

"Mami–" (Mom–)

"(y/n)!" She finally notices you. You straighten up on the couch and hide your nervousness with a cough. "Oh, sweetheart, what happened to you?"

"Hey, Mrs. Morales, I got–I mean, I'm... sick." You muster up the loudest, longest, and most horrendous cough you have with all your being.

Rio almost seems to recoil at the sound. Regardless, she stands up straight, "I think we need to get you some medicine."

"It's fine!" You stop her before she can, waving your hands frantically. You really did not want to take a random pill or something. "Really, Mrs. Morales. I already had some."

"Then I can make you some soup. That is, if you're staying for dinner, of course." She shakes her head at herself, so inconsiderate.

You glance at Miles and he just shrugs, "Okay, sure."

When she goes to the kitchen to start up a broth, you turn back to your boyfriend. He seems relieved, because his mom was too distracted caring for you to properly find a proper punishment for him just yet, but he tenses up at the sight of your panic.

"Now I have to hide this from your mom too??"

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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horny dad jaehyun

hands off || jeong.j

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: creampie, horny dad!jaehyun, clit play, dirty talking, sexual touching, groping (ass and tits), nipple kink (sucking and pinching), unprotected sex missionary and riding.

pairing: horny dilf!jaehyun x milf!reader,, extras: dreamies (no mark, sorry!), jaemin as the son and sungchan as the baby brother!

6K post! thank you, loves! i love you all so so much! i am very grateful for you all. thank you for the love and support! 💗

“mom! dad! i’m home from school! and i brought some friends!” jaemin shouts and tucks his keys away into his backpack.

“welcome home, hon. hi, boys.” you greet the group of teens. “you boys hungry?” you adjust the child on your right hip. “ah, we just had tteokbokki, ma.” jaemin throws a frown towards you. “oh, that’s okay. just let me know if you boys are hungry or bored.”

they all nod before running off to jaemins room.

you turn when hearing heavy breathing. “hey, babe. did you fix rubies sink?” rubie is the seventy-six year old neighbor who lived alone and behind your house. “yep— she tried paying me again, but i declined it.” he yanks his shirt off and uses it to wipe his sweat.

“such a sweet old lady.” you walk up to him and you lift yourself on your tiptoes while pressing your lips onto his.

“is jaemin home now?” you nod, adjusting the boy on your hip again. “he is— and he brought some of his friends. i totally forgot that he’d asked me last week if he could have some friends over to spend the night. i mean, i didn’t even get food and snacks and drinks— oh, my.” you sigh dramatically and jaehyun chuckles. “i can run to the store and get some things for them. board games, snacks, juice, movies, dinner?”

you grin in relief. “i’m so thankful to have you.” you press your hand on his chest before leaning up and pressing your lips onto his again. “and i’m very thankful to have you.” he stares at your lips as you pull away.

the boy on your hip starts to fuss as jaehyun pats your hips. “ooohh’m, you getting mad?” you push your lips out at the boy who starts to whine. “you hungry? mm’okay, let’s get some nummy food.” your husband stares down at you with the toothy and goofiest grin.

“hi, sweet boy. did you just wake up from your nap?” jaehyun asks— after all, the child cried for hours because of a small fever. “what a cutie.” jaehyun lightly pinches the boys cheek.

you frown as the boy starts to whine. “awww, is daddy being mean? say, no daddy. be nice.” you mimic a baby voice and jaehyun laughs.

“alright, i’ll go get the stuff and you’ll feed sungchan?” you nod and jaehyun plants a kiss on your forehead. “okay, i’ll be back in an hour or so.” he says checking his watch. “‘kay, love you.” you lean forward. “love you more.” he presses his lips onto yours before he swipe his phone, keys and wallet off the kitchen counter and leave.

it was 8PM and dinner was finished.

“jaemin, sweetheart, do you mind doing the dishes before you go play games with dad and your friends?” jaemin nods, quickly finishing his bowl before coming over to you. “thanks, hon.” you side-hug him and press a kiss on his temple.

“mrs jeong, may i know how you made this dish? i want to make it for my mom one day.” haechan asks and you grin.

you were gonna get into this. “i diced some garlic into small pieces and let it simmer in some oil. then i added some meat and let it cook for a bit until adding some oyster sauce and some chili powder. then i added some buk-choi after the meat was cooked.”

the group of boys hum. “did you guys—? oohh, no! channie!” you gasp when seeing channie covered in baby food.

you make your way to the boy who giggles. “he looks like an actual sandman character!” jeno points out making sungchan giggle even more. “is that’s funny, channie?” you ask the boy who tosses his arms up.

“now, we definitely have to give you a bath tonight.” you sigh, undoing the tray from his high-chair and unbuckling him out. “okay, well you boys do what you want— i’m gonna go give this little boy a bath.” you tickle his belly making him giggle.

they watch as you leave upstairs. “what a milf.” haechan makes a comment and earns a smack to his head from jaemin who returns from the kitchen. “i’m sorry.” he hangs his head low and quickly apologizes. “don’t make those comments about my mom.” jaemin grits his teeth and curls his lip.

“alright boys,” jaehyun comes into the dining room and claps his hands together. “you boys ready to play some games? i set it all up.” they quickly cheer and hop out of their seats.

“is everyone comfortable?” you ask after the movie is finished. “yes!” they all answer and you grin.

it was 11PM and they’d just finish playing games, meanwhile you had to put sungchan to bed before wishing the boys a goodnight.

“goodnight, kiddos. sweet dreams and, don’t let the bedbugs bite. tomorrow we’ll get up early and i’ll make some delicious breakfast for us before we head out and mess around.” you shut the light off and they all wish you a goodnight as you shut the door.

you sigh as you make your way to your bedroom. “hi, baby.” jaehyun was yanking off his shirt when he greets you. “hi, hon.” you tiredly grin, swiping your shirt off and grab the shirt he had just took off.

“ah,” his head turns to you. “baby, that’s dir—?” he pauses and clears his throat. “your.. you aren’t wearing a bra.” you toss the shirt over your head. “yeah, i didn’t feel like wearing one today.” you fix the shirt.

you look up to see your husband flushed.

after being married for years, he’d always get shy when seeing you naked.

“uhm,” he clears his throat. “i’ve been wearing that shirt all day, im sure it’s dirty. how about we get you a clean one of mine from the closet—?” you press your lips together. “mm, i guess you have a point.”

he gulps as you swipe the shirt off again. “or.. or you don’t have to wear a shirt to bed, tonight?” a smile grows on your lips. “i guess we could also do that.” he gets giddy as you toss the shirt.

“i feel.. so exposed?” you laugh and cover yourself. “what? no, no. you look so beautiful.” he takes a step closer and cups your breast from underneath.

with puppy eyes, he looks at you. “may i?” you knew what he wanted, so you nodded.

he picked you up and places you on the dresser under the TV. his mouth is then attached to you nipple after you had wrapped your arms around his neck.

he groans in satisfaction.

you tasted like sweet honey.

you run your fingers through his semi-wet hair. taking a fistful of it from the scalp. you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be loud as you moan quietly.

he tongue swirls around your hard nipple and sucks. he bites down making you gasp a bit. “mr jeong,” you say in a teasing tone. he groans around your nipple, again and lifts you off the dresser.

he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “my pretty lady.” he whispers, swiping your nipple with his thumb. “such a pretty.. pretty lady.” he undoes his sweats and hisses when grazing his rock-hard cock.

“feel what you do to me, baby.” he brings your hand down and allows you to fist his cock. “oh, baby.” he groans, hiding his face into your neck.

you lift his head and look down at his plumped lips. “you’re so loud, baby. do you want to wake up the boys?” jaehyun groans and brings his red face back into the crook of your neck. you grab his hand and push aside your panties, placing his hand on your core.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” jaehyun sighs and slips in two fingers making you arch your back off the bed. “and only for you.” you whisper and jaehyun flips the two of you over.

“ride me, baby.” jaehyun says, his pink cock sitting against his abdomen while your pussy drips.

you stand his cock up and sink yourself down on his cock. long extended groans leaving jaehyun and your throats.

“fuck.” jaehyun squeezes your waist and slowly pushes up. “slow.” you say, hands around his wrists. “whatever you want, baby.” jaehyun guides your hips back and forth.

your clit rubbing against his base as you moan under your breath.

you sigh and lower your upper half down, pressing your breasts firmly against jaehyuns chest. “how does it feel, baby?”

like your head weighted 300 pounds.

“feels.. so amazing.” jaehyun holds your hips still and pushes up his hips. “sit still and let me hear how pretty you sound.” jaehyun grunts and slides his hand down your ass cheek.

your moans and whimpers growing louder and louder by each second. “j—jae, i—i’m gonna cum.” you gasp and arch your chest against jaehyuns. “go ahead, baby. cum for me.”

jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. “ah—!” jaehyun winces at your teeth digging into his shoulder. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans and plows harder. his balls flying up and smacking against your ass.

“b—babe!” jaehyun covers your mouth when you accidentally scream too loud. but, you could care less. your g-spot was busy being assaulted by his tip. “and, i—im the loud one?” jaehyun laughs.

after several more minutes, jaehyun releases his load with a groan. his teeth attacking your flesh while his cum dribbles past your lips.

jaehyun flips the two of you over and pushes himself up, his cock slowly drawing out. “round two?” you ask and jaehyun smirks. “of course, baby.” you groan and jaehyun laughs.

“i’ll do the work, momma.” jaehyun holds your legs up and hangs them over his shoulders.

“oh, my god.” you gasp and place your hand on jaehyuns hip when he pushes in. “shh, lets not wake up the boys and ruin mommy and daddy time.” jaehyun spanks your ass.

you grab the pillow and cover your face, muffling your screams and moans. “you’re so cute when you do that.” jaehyun rubs the stinging area where jaehyun had smacked just a few seconds ago.

“your pussy feels so good, baby.” jaehyun places his thumb on your clit and your hips stutter. “s—stop!” you hold his hand but he grabs your hand and pushes it away.

you clench around him and jaehyun lands another smack on your ass. “don’t tease me like that, baby.”

you and jaehyun went, again for several more rounds.

“did anyone hear what happened last night?” jeno asks when everyone else wakes up. “what happened?” haechan asks. “did sungchan wake up and cry all night?” jaemin asks and jeno shakes his head.

“your parents were having sex all night.” jaemin groans and covers his ears.

they all flinch when they door swings open. “oh, good. you boys are awake.” you grin at the boys. “i was just going to make breakfast. it’ll be ready in a few minutes.” you slowly close the door.

“milf.” haechan says and covers his head this time.

A/N: this was so shit.

#anon #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fluff #nct 127 #ash talks #nctsplug02 #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #nct dilf #nct dad au #jaemin fluff

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allthenamesithinkofaretaken · 1 year

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Wally, Darling ♥

Censored

Wally Darling x F! Architect! Reader

In which MC tries to curse but unfortunately Wally has a hold of the things that can be said in Home

Just a silly chapter. Also I'm more experimenting on what Wally's abilities could be and stuff. TW/ Cursing/ poor attempts at censoring curses, also unedited

It was a beautiful day out in Home, with the sun shining brightly down on them. It was a calming day, which is why she and Wally were out in the first place, sitting on the base of his favorite apple tree as he sketched and she simply tugged and scribbled endlessly on her own notebook, thinking of different color schemes that would be best suited for the new office she was going to be designing in her home.

“Hey Wally?”

The puppet beside her let out a small hum, briefly taking his eyes off the page he was currently sketching on to look up at her.

He looks adorable, she thought, not being able to help the smile on her lips as she eyed the soft smile on his lips, and the usual half-lidded look he had in his eyes that were currently adorned with a blue eyeshadow, courtesy of her and the makeup she found earlier this morning that Wally was more than glad to let her use on him.

And if he was being honest, he just liked having her lean close to him. It was nice.

“Do you have your own art room in Home?”

“Of course I do, silly!” He replies, taking a moment off sketching to boop at her nose. “How else would I be able to paint inside?”

She snickered. “I suppose,” she turned back to the small sketch of what she wanted the small office to look like, complete with a drafting table, a desk and some drawers to store the rest of the floorplans she has on her person. “I’m just hitting a roadblock on what I want with my own office. I have the furniture arranged but I don’t know what color scheme I should go with.”

“Well,” Wally hums, eyes looking upward in the sky in thought, “What about your favorite color? I find doing a lot of things easier when I’m around the things I love!”

The insinuation made the warmth immediately spread through her cheeks, a light laugh escaping her as she brushes the back of her neck. Silly (Y/n). She reprimanded herself. He’s not talking about you.

About to give a small ‘thanks’ in reply, only to be cut off as a hard object falls on top of her head, a cry leaving her lips and even startling the poor puppet beside her.

“Oh, fork!”

Her hands were clutching her head, the pain still evident as she even dared to try and hover a finger over the spot, only to freeze as she realized the words that escaped her mouth.

Did she hear that right?

“Fork!” She tried to scream again, confusion etching on her face as she looked down at the grass. “Fork! Fork! Fork!”

“Neighbor…” Wally’s voice catches her attention, and she looks at him with the most confused look he’s ever seen her in, his worried smile slowly tugging back upwards in that amused tilt. “I’m afraid we don’t use that kind of language in Home.”

“Wha—” she paused, processing his words and then squinting her eyes in realization. “— are you censoring me?”

She didn’t even know he could do that! I mean, she knows most of the things that he was capable of already, but apparently, there were still some things that were left to be told.

“Of course, we don’t want the kids out there to mimic bad behavior now, do we?”

“The show’s not on!” She groaned, running her hands down her face. “Come on, just one.”

“No,” Wally looks back down on his sketchpad, stubbornly ignoring her as she continued to plead. “You might get used to it, and I don’t want something bad to happen if you were to slip up.”

“I don’t ‘slip up’,” She scoffed, crossing her arms and albeit the slightest bit offended at his insinuation.

Wally looked at her with the most sarcastic look he’s ever given, and she wondered if he’s been studying Frank’s facial expressions more, because she was sure that the way he lidded his eyes was the exact same way Frank looked at her when she had blurted out a stupid joke about butterflies.

“I don’t know Frank, it still feels like I got butterflies in my stomach… I guess that would be the last time I eat a cocoon!”

Yeah, looking back on it now, it’s not as funny as she thought it was.

“Fine,” she sighed, “Does that mean you’ve censored everything?”

He waves a hand for her to try, and she sighs.

“Carp!” Right. She can’t say crap, either.

“Beach!” No?

“Shirt!” Ugh.

“Motherforker!”

“Mustard!"

Before she could continue, a hand places itself atop her lips, and Wally lets out a sigh. She didn’t miss the small pink dusting his cheeks, though, a light laugh escaping her.

“If you didn’t like cursing you could’ve just said so,” She grinned, taking his wrist in her hand and gently prying it off her. “I would’ve stopped.’

Instead of replying, he sighs, leaning his head against her shoulder and making her tense as he simply continues sketching there.

“Hey neighbor?” Wally spoke after a minute of silence.

“Ye—”

Another apple falls on her head.

“Ow! Fuck!”

She gasps, a hand coming up to cover her mouth as a light blush dusts her cheeks.

It took another moment of silence before Wally burst out laughing, and she couldn’t help but follow shortly after that, their laughs echoing over the unnoticeable silence that Wally had sent the entire neighborhood in.

#fanfic #fanfiction #welcome home wally darling #welcome home wally darling x reader #wally darling brainrot #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home fanfic #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home wally #wally x reader

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pretty-princess-peach · 7 months

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Who's your Daddy?

Word Count: 2200~

Summary: Thanksgiving with your parents goes awry when your father shows why you tried to keep you and your boyfriend away from him for so long.

Rating: Hurt/Comfort ♡

Warnings: Abusive father, yelling, degradation (not in a fun way)

Ever since you had begun dating your boyfriend, you dreaded the thought of him meeting your parents, or, well, parent. Your father had always been a little… rough, and loud… ever since you were a kid.

For almost a year, you had managed to evade the inevitable. However, after so much nagging from your mom(and a bit from your boyfriend), you reluctantly agreed to spend Thanksgiving dinner with them.

As the two of you were getting ready, Tōji seemed more excited than he should have been. He had no idea what he was getting into. You could hear him rummaging through his collection of suits, hidden deep inside of the closet.

“Hey, babe!” Tōji called, the sound muffled by clothes. “How formal is ‘too formal’?*”

You sighed, scrolling through photos on your phone. “I dunno. I don’t think it matters much.” Your lack of enthusiasm seemed to catch him off-guard.

He poked his head out of the closet, looking at you with concern before relaxing his gaze. “Soooo…” His mouth widened into a mischievous grin before pulling a suit out of the closet. “How about this?”

You looked over, immediately breaking out into laughter. Not only was your boyfriend wiggling his eyebrows violently, but in his hand was a bright blue crushed velvet suit, one that was only used for a couple’s Halloween costume you roped him into.

“I thought you wanted my parents to like you,” you choked, struggling to suppress your laughter. He only pouted in return, clearly defeated. With an overexaggerated sigh, he reluctantly returned the suit to the closet.

After that, the two of you finished getting dressed and headed out to the car. Tōji opened the door for you as you got in, closing it before walking around to the driver’s side.

The drive was long. The only sounds were the stereo and the low hum of the engine, occasionally joined by small talk. The conversations were trivial, not relating to the impending dinner at all. It helped you relax, to be honest, and that was probably Tōji’s plan. He could tell you were nervous. He just didn’t know why.

The hour passed too soon, and before you knew it, your boyfriend was pulling into the driveway of your parents' small suburban home. You couldn't help but stare blankly at the illuminated windows, absent-mindedly picking at your nail beds. You jumped at the feeling of Tōji laying his hand over yours.

Snapping out of your gaze, you looked over to him. "Hm?" You inquired softly, fearing you had missed something he said.

“You gonna be alright, kid?” His voice was softer than usual, his brows knit together in concern.

You urgently nodded your head. “Mhm, I’m OK. It’s not like we can go back now anyway.” Tōji didn’t seem to be buying your act.

“You know, kid, we can always turn back if you can’t handle this.”

He was interrupted as your parents stepped out onto the porch. You pulled away from your boyfriend, opening the car door as he turned off the ignition.

You waved to your mother, doing your best to mimic her smile as you dodged the gaze of your father. Tōji followed closely behind you as you walked up to your parents. “It’s so good to see you! How long has it been?”

You met your mother’s welcoming embrace, chuckling at her eager attitude. “I’ve missed you too, mom.”

As you pulled away from your mother, you were quickly drawn into your father’s arms. You managed to keep your composure, struggling not to shrink into yourself at his touch.

“Is this your boyfriend?! How did you snag a specimen like him?!” Your mother’s sudden burst allowed you to finally let go of your father and step away.

“Oh, yeah!” You had forgotten to introduce Tōji. How silly of you. “Mom, this is Tōji. Tōji, this is my mom.”

Tōji gently took hold of your mother’s hand before bringing it to his lips. Her face was so red. You worried she might have a heart attack.

When you looked to your father’s eyes, his gaze was locked on Tōji. You knew he was angry, but surprisingly, when Tōji turned to him, he smiled. They exchanged a firm handshake before you all followed your mother inside.

Your mom ushered you to the kitchen. Tōji offered to help as well, but he was quickly dismissed and sent to the living room with your dad.

The food was nearly ready, but your mom had asked for your help with decorating the cake. You had been the one to send her the recipe, but she was clueless as to how to decorate it as beautifully as you.

It didn't take long to make the icing, and after putting it in a piping bag, you decorated the blank cake with elegant, even swirls of white. Once you had finished with the icing, you added a few finishing touches.

“Perfect,” your mother commented from behind you, making you jump. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s nothing special, really.” You chuckled anxiously.

“Nonsense.” She waved her hand. “Now, since that’s finished, could you set the table for me, please?”

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded, walking over to the kitchen cupboards. The plates clattered as you gathered a stack of four before turning your attention to the cutlery drawer. With everything in hand, you made your way towards the dining room table.

Because of the close proximity to the living room, you were able to make out a lot more of the conversation than you could before. You heard Tōji laugh in response to some comment from your father. They seemed to be getting along.

You slowly made your way around the table, gently laying the plates at each spot, arranging the knives and forks on either side.

You suppose you should be happy. It’s good to have your boyfriend get along with your parent, right? Then why does it feel so wrong…?

On your way to the fourth spot at the table, you failed to notice a crease in the rug below you. Naturally, your foot got caught while you were trying to eavesdrop. The fourth plate slipped from your hand, shattering on the floor. Things seemed to move almost in slow motion as you fell forward, nearly landing on top of it.

A shout erupted from the living room, heavy steps rapidly approaching. You could barely get to your knees before your father was standing above you, fuming.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” You flinched at his words. “YOU'RE BREAKING THE SHIT I PAY FOR?!”

You stared down at the shattered fragments before you, frozen in place.

“LOOK AT ME WHEN I FUCKING TALK TO YOU!”

You flinched again, hesitantly turning your head with tears silently running down your cheeks.

“ARE YOU REALLY CRYING RIGHT NOW?! AND QUIT FLINCHING! I’M NOT GOING TO FUCKING HURT YOU!”

You couldn’t even look at Tōji as he stood behind your father. You didn’t want to risk making him more mad. Besides, this was your fault. You were careless and broke the plate, right?

“IF YOU’RE GOING TO BE AFRAID OF ME, I’LL GIVE YOU A FUCKING REASON TO BE-” Your father was cut off as a large hand grabbed onto his shoulder, pushing him to the side.

Tōji walked over to you before kneeling down. He looked angry too… Was he mad at you? He took your hands in his, carefully looking them over. “Are you hurt?” his voice was quiet, but it was scary… like he was seconds away from snapping.

You shook your head. “No… I’m ok.” Your voice barely rose louder than a whisper.

“Good.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your father’s voice made you shudder. His voice was dripping with malice.

“I’m taking care of my family,” Tōji explained, his voice eerily calm. Any hint of pleasantries had vanished, leaving a dangerous, imposing aura in its place.

“Your family?” your father scoffed. “That little bitch needs to be put in her place.”

Tōji ignored your father’s words, looking into your eyes with a gentle gaze. “Go wait in the car for me, okay, sweetheart?” His voice sounded soft, but as he gently kissed your forehead, you could tell he was holding something back. “I’ll be out there soon.”

You weren’t sure whether you should listen to him, but you didn’t want to see what would happen if he did snap. With Tōji standing between you and your dad, you rose to your feet, hurrying to the door before your father had the chance to chase you.

It wasn’t until you closed the car door that you realised you had forgotten your jacket inside, but you didn’t want to risk going back in. Maybe you could ask Tōji to grab it for you.

You lost track of time as you waited for your boyfriend, but it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes. You were picking at your nails until the front door finally opened.

To your surprise, your father was nowhere to be seen. You watched as Tōji said something to your mother before he stepped outside, your forgotten jacket tucked under his arm.

He got in the driver’s seat and passed the jacket to you. “I thought you might need this, kid.” You noticed him rubbing his knuckles before he put his seatbelt on.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly. “What happened? Are you hurt?” You reached for his hand, but he pulled away.

He sighed before bringing one of his hands to your cheek. “I’m alright, kid. Don’t worry.” He solidified his remark with a quick kiss on your lips. As he pulled away, you both leaned back in your seats.

Tōji started the car, backing out of the driveway before beginning the long drive back home. He rested a firm hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry about tonight.” His voice was gentle. You’d never heard him apologise like this before. “I shouldn’t have bugged you to do this. It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s my fault. I’m the one who dropped the plate.” Your gaze dropped to your legs. “I made him mad...”

“Princess, please don’t talk like that.” Tōji sighed, getting quiet as he stared at the road. The silence was thick, though, luckily, it didn’t last long.

“Hey,” Tōji started, “y’know, since we left before dinner…” You looked at him with wide eyes, patiently waiting for him to finish. “Whaddya say we grab something on the way?”

You nodded eagerly. “That would be really nice.”

“Yeah? Do you have anything in min-”

“McDonald’s.” You cut him off. He almost seemed startled, but he quickly laughed it off.

“Alright, McDonald’s it is.”

Tōji pulled off of the highway at the first sight of those glorious golden arches, the bright yellow light a promise to salvation and warm, comforting, fast food. He pulled into the drive thru, and to your convenience, there was no line.

“Hello! Welcome to McDonald’s! What can I get you today?” the cheery voice said over the speaker.

“Uh, yeah, can I get uh… a big mac meal with large fries?”

“Alright! And what would you like for the drink?” the worker asked.

“A black coffee, please.” You had to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. “And can I also get a 10 nugget meal with a large fries and a coke?” You were nearly bouncing with excitement.

“For sure! Will that be everything?”

“Yep.”

After the worker read out the total, Tōji drove up to the window to pay, then proceeded to the next window to collect the food. He passed the glorious bag of warm goodness to you, and before long, the two of you were on the road again.

The food was everything you needed, and it helped melt away the problems that happened earlier in the night. In fact, it helped you relax so much that you actually had trouble staying awake, and you fell asleep for most of the drive back.

When the car finally stopped, you didn’t care to open your eyes. You were far too comfy to be bothered with anything else. Though barely aware of your surroundings, you heard a car door open and shut, soon followed by the sound of a car door opening beside you.

You felt strong, warm arms wrap around you, lifting you out of your very comfy place in the seat. Still refusing to open your eyes, you could only whine in protest.

“I know, princess, but we have to get you to a real bed.” The voice was calm, comforting. Things felt so safe.

There was no way to tell how long you were in those arms, but before you knew it, you were being disturbed once more. Although, this time, you were being put down onto an inconveniently cold, squishy surface. You whined again, even as something was draped over your body.

You continued to wiggle in protest, trying to locate the oh so comfy source of heat. Soon, you felt a dip in the area beside you. Without hesitation, you started reaching over, and when your arms met a bare, warm surface, they latched on.

You tried to get closer, and to your delight, you felt the warmth wrap around you. Everything felt so comfy. You were safe, and now there was nothing else to disrupt it. You finally gave in to sleep, feeling a sense of security within the strong warmth guarding you.

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Time travel AU, that takes place during in-universe present day and the time travel is actually future middle aged Steve getting accidentally sent back.

Like our 19yo steve is puttering about in his empty house minding his own business. And then he hears someone behind him Mutter vehemently, "fuck!" It gives him a heart attack, especially when he whirls around and sees, "dad?? What are you doing here? I thought you were in New York?"

The man who looks like his father gapes at him, and says "oh my god, I'm a toddler, jesus christ."

He then passes out and steve immediately lunges towards his phone to call Dustin.

Your typical time travel shenanigans ensue. It's all fine and dandy at first. Everyone oohs and ahhs over Future Steve. Present Day Steve is a bit in awe of his future self because the dude seems to have his life together. He's not saying anything no matter how many questions Steve throws at him because it might ruin the timeline or whatever the hell, but Steve can see it in the way he carries himself with a sort of relaxed confidence that Steve couldn't have faked even during his King days.

That awe lasts until Eddie shows up. Eddie burst into the room with his usual exuberance and beamed at Steve the way he always does when he visits that makes warmth bloom in Steve's chest like a carnivorous jungle flower. But then Eddie catches sight of Future Steve and he freezes. Future Steve grins at him and wiggles his fingers as a hello, which Eddie dimly mimics.

Steve and Dustin quickly inform Eddie what's up. Eddie laughs in disbelief, "two Steves. One from the future. Why the fuck not."

Future Steve laughs. "God, Eddie, you're so young! You're all kids."

Eddie flushes, "hey, I'm a grown man!"

"Boy, you can't even go for a drink without breaking the law right now."

Eddie splutters in embarrassment, and yet he proceeds to follow Future Steve around like a lost puppy. Steve doesn't like it. He especially doesn't like how squirmy and red Eddie gets whenever Future Steve pays him the slightest bit of attention. It's stupid. Eddie is acting stupid for no damn reason and it's like Steve doesn't even exist anymore.

(Steve pettily starts calling his future self Old Man Steve in his mind because fuck that guy, he thinks he's sooo cool but he isn't, he's just some boring old man that hasn't done anything to deserve Eddie's unwavering attention, what the fuck).

While Steve starts channeling his bitchy kingly self around Future Steve, the rest of the gang is working diligently to find a way to get Future Steve back home. Eventually some vague yet menacing government types show up. There has been, apparently, an entire branch of the research department created to figure out teleportation and other such sci-fi things that Steve is pretty sure they're making up on the spot.

Apparently, they noticed some weird readings on whatever fancy machines they got and came to investigate. Steve may not be a genius math whiz, but he's good at reading people. He can tell these guys know a hell of a lot more than they're saying. And he could've sworn that his future self actually recognized a couple of the scientists.

Steve lingers by the scientists, both miniature and full size, even though he's useless there because if he has to watch his future self laugh indulgently at Eddie's constant bids for attention he might have to dig out the nail bat. Instead he watches from the corner of his eye as Eddie excitedly asks about any dnd updates he could look forward to in the future; he watches Eddie shyly tug his hair over his mouth when Future Steve asks about his music. Steve's stomach sours at the way Eddie unconsciously sways into Future Steve's space during their conversation. He tries not to gag at how his future self's eyes glimmer with mirth at Eddie's antics.

Steve hates everything.

Eventually between the kid nerd brigade and the grown up nerd brigade, some sort of contraption is cobbled together that should send Future Steve back. Not that Future Steve or Eddie seem to notice, too wrapped up in each other. Has Steve mentioned he hates everything?

The lead scientist, the one Steve thinks his future self recognized, finishes calibrating the contraption with a pleased grin. She then turns to where Eddie and Future Steve are talking.

"Mr. Munson," she calls. Both Eddie and Future Steve turn around.

"Yeah?" they respond simultaneously. Future Steve freezes. The scientist chuckles.

"Apologies, I meant Steve Munson. Are you ready to go home?"

Steve is pretty sure his heart stopped in his chest. Eddie is gaping at Future Steve.

"Wait," Dustin says. "What?? Did you--Steve MUNSON?"

Future Steve smiles sheepishly. "Uh...I'd say I can explain, but I'm not sure if I should? You know. With the timeline and everything."

Dustin is running his mouth but Steve is absorbing none of it. He looks over to Eddie who looks as stunned as he feels. Steve goes and grabs his future self.

"Fuck the timeline," Steve chokes out past the lump in his throat. He grips Future Steve's arm desperately. "Are we--?" His voice cracks. "We're not alone? In the future? We're m-married?"

Future Steve softens. He places a firm hand on Steve's shoulder. "I know you won't believe this right now. I remember how I felt at this age. But yeah. We find someone who love us as much as we loved Nancy. We get married. He's our whole world, Steve."

Steve swallows. "...Eddie?" Future Steve nods and Steve takes a shaky breath. "He loves us back?"

"I know, right? I still don't know how we got so lucky."

Later, after Future Steve has gone back where he belongs (with his husband, Steve thinks in a daze), Eddie shows up on his doorstep. Steve lets him in and they stand there together in silence for a while. Eddie breaks first, tugging his hair over his mouth again.

"I never thought I'd get married," he says hesitantly. "I told myself it was because I didn't want to; forced conformity is bullshit, yeah? But that was a lie.

I mean forced conformity IS bullshit but I secretly thought being married would be...nice." Eddie's breath hitches. "To have someone in your corner. Someone who saw you and said yeah, that's the person I want to keep forever."

Steve reaches over and grabs Eddie's hand from where it's started to tug painfully at his curls. "I want to be in your corner." He doesn't say he wants to keep him forever, but he's pretty sure his expression betrays him if Eddie's quivering smile is anything to go by.

"Yeah, I'm getting that," he leans forward, resting his forehead on Steve's collar. Eddie sucks in a shaky breath. "Queers don't get married though. Queers get hunted down and murdered, Steve."

"Yeah, I know," he presses his cheek against Eddie's mop of curls. "Future me said we have to be careful. Patient. It'll be years and years, but someday we'll be able to, like, hold hands right out in the open and shit. We'd be able to marry. If you think you can be with me for that long, I'll make it happen, Eddie."

"You havent even asked me out for real yet," Eddie whines against Steve's shoulder. "Where's that charm? I may be a poor boy but I deserve to be wooed."

Steve barks out a surprised laugh.

"The drive in is doing a double feature this Friday, what do you think?"

Eddie pulls back with an exaggerated sigh.

"If that's the best you can do--"

"Hey!"

"--then I guess it's a start. But I'm expecting something fancy for a second date. I'm a girl with refined taste, you know."

"Confident about getting a second date already?"

"Mmhmm. I have it on good authority that this is gonna go for the long run, Stevie boy."

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