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Bad Idea Right? - Part 9

Eris x Reader/Azriel’s Daughter

What are friends for if not for meddling? A certain daughter of spring and her heir apparent lover scheme to bring a stubborn Shadowsinger and her Autumn High Lord mate back together.

A/n: remember when I said this would be the final part? I was wrong. Sorry! Don’t hate me. There will be at least one more chapter and an epilogue.

Part 8 Series Masterlist Part 10

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos, alcohol

In hindsight, perhaps I was a bit dramatic. But in my defense, what the fuck??

The High Lord of the Autumn Court is my mate?

And he’s known since the moment he met me?

I am a fool, truly. There’s no other explanation. Perhaps I may not be as perceptive as my father or nosey little sister but I’m pretty damned adept in reading a room.

Yet I’d been fucking my mate for two years with zero clue. No wonder my damned shadows enjoy playing with him so much. But to be fair, who wouldn’t? I mean look at him. The muscles, graceful stature, those auburn locks of hair, that arrogant smirk that I want nothing more than to kiss right off his stupid, gorgeous face.

And in the face of the truth, I fled. Like a coward.

“Sissy?” Azalea’s concerned voice interrupts my spiral of self-loathing.

Her little hand squeezes mine. “Ice cream makes me feel better when I’m sad.”

“That sounds wonderful, Azzie.”

With that, my mother gave a soft smile and strode to the kitchen to retrieve my favorite strawberry flavor from the ice box.

I looked down to my sister to find her brows drawn together and lips pursed, wings sagging just a bit. “What’s going on, Azalea?”

“I told Eris that what he did was bad but sissy, I don’t think he’s bad. But you were so sad.”

Oh.

“Oh Azalea, I’m sorry. I appreciate you and your loyalty. I’m lucky to have such a kind little sister and you know what? I bet Eris would prefer for you to stick up for me instead of ignoring my feelings. Because you’re right, he is not bad. He’s not a bad male at all.”

“Then why are you so sad?” question shone in her eyes as she waited for a response.

“I’m upset because I believed that he liked me for me - but now that I know he knew I was his mate from the moment we met, it makes me feel like he only likes me because of a bond that neither of us have control over.”

The winged little girl pondered before replying, “He can still love you for who you are even with a bond. I didn’t have control over being your sister, but I like you a lot. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my sister.”

Her words stopped me in my tracks. Since when was my little sister so wise beyond her years? Yet still - it stings. It stings for there to have been so many secrets and perhaps he had good reason to hide it. Hell, maybe he didn’t even want me beyond the most base level of a mating bond. The sex was incredible. Yet, he was the one who took me on a date tonight. Still came around despite my father’s ominous presence. An ugly voice inside of me whispered that it was all to gain a political foothold, yet the more rational side of me could feel that it wasn’t truth.

A bang on the door interrupted my thoughts.

Azzie’s wings rustle, little legs bounding across the room in search of the unexpected intrusion, her hazel eyes peering out the foyer window. My heart fluttered briefly - could it be him? What would I say?

The racing sensation in my chest faltered as my shadows briefed me of the visitor’s identity.

“Azzie, can you go ask mom to scoop an extra bowl of ice cream?”

She didn’t miss a beat as her little feet took off into the kitchen where she animatedly informed our mother of the visitor at our doorstep.

Another knock and a shout of “Open up the door, bitch! I know you’re in there.” had me letting out a flustered breath and scurrying to allow the nuisance entry into my home, greeting her with “How do you even know where I live?”

“Well,” Layla let out an exasperated sigh, taking a step into the fae-light illuminated foyer. “For one, it’s nice to see you again too. Second, Daemati boyfriend, remember?” Pointing a finger to her head with an incredulous expression, she continued. “Third, you didn’t see me fleeing when my tits were out in front of your entire family. THANKS for that.”

Shame flooded my features but she cut off any attempt at an apology for leaving her in the uncomfortable predicament with Nyx. “Eh, I like to think of myself as a bit of an exhibitionist. I just never imagined my first foray into such endeavors would involve the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. ANYWAY-“ the blonde gave me a pointed look, summoning two bottles of wine from a pocket realm. “I brought vino for our troubles.”

Twenty minutes later and we’d all soothed our wounds with ice cream and Azalea peppering Layla with questions about anything and everything she could think of.

I could have fallen through the floor when she gleefully informed Layla that she did indeed try to stop us before barging in upon her and Nyx’s more private affairs. Layla only laughed and flashed me a vulgar gesture when Azalea wasn’t looking.

Azalea eventually dozed off somewhere between Layla and I’s second and third bottle of wine when she jumped up with a shriek. “Oh my gods! What’s the name of that bar you lot love so much? Rose’s?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Rita’s?”

“Yes! That’s the one. Let’s go! Girls night out.”

“Layla, why don’t we go somewhere the Inner Circle doesn’t frequent? Somewhere a bit more youthful?”

With a dismissive wave she shush’d me. “No way. Let’s be tourists. Wouldn’t anyone visiting want to go to THE spot that the Court’s upper echelon frequent? Let’s go dazzle the citizens of Velaris with our sexy moves. I’ll let you grind against me if you’re good.”

I laughed at my friend’s peculiar method of cheering me up but honestly, a night out to let loose before facing the rocky road ahead sounded like just what I needed.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

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Rita’s was more packed than usual as an attendant led Layla and I back to the Inner Circle’s standard table, we snaked through the crowded floor, brushing shoulders with the ocasional dancing patron when I overheard a voice muttering about the “sexy High Lord” she’d bumped into at the bar.

I reached to grab Layla’s attention but it was too late as I looked up to find her cozied up to Nyx with my uncles, my father, and my- “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Looking past my friend with her shit-eating grin, I see the gorgeous face of my mate.

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Eris

He stood dejected in the basement of the gallery, trying to process what had just gone down.

Never did he imagine this was how the night would turn out. Under normal circumstances, he would be traveling back to his court to look into the father of the Day Court female who’d tried holding him hostage but Helion would look further into it and send word. He was not in a place to fairly handle such a situation given that the thought of them laying a hand on his mate made him burn with rage.

So he stood there, taking steadying breaths about to leave when a low whistle rang out behind him and a large hand clapped his back. “Ouch. Not the ideal way to reveal a mating bond.”

Eris scoffed, readying an unbecoming retort when Cassian continued, “Been there. It’s not easy but you two will work it out. Beer helps. Care to grab a drink at Rita’s while Nyx and Rhys work their shit out? Probably not the best for you and Azriel to be alone together at the moment anyway.”

To his credit- Azriel only let out a semi-annoyed huff and rolled his eyes.

What the fuck was this evening becoming? Mating bond unveiled and now getting drinks with a male who had every right to loathe him.

But Eris didn’t have it in him to deny the offer. So with that, he found himself at Rita’s with the Night Court general.

“I’m just saying that these Archerons, they’re lovely and great but… they’re headstrong.” He put two palms up in the air. “Now before you jump to conclusions, it’s not a BAD thing. The gods know Nesta has handed my ass to me when I’ve needed it many times over the years but sometimes…. Sometimes you’ve just got to give them time to come around.”

Eris could have reminded Cassian that most females would need time to come around to such a reveal but… the male was making an effort and Eris had nobody else to talk to about such a situation.

He supposed he could have tracked down Lucien but the matter felt a bit too sensitive to address at the moment given the rejected bond between he and Elain and the very obvious fact that Eris’ mate was the result of that rejected bond.

“Hey- I’m here making an effort. At least try to appear like you’re not tuning me out.” Cassian waved a hand before him.

“Apologies.” Eris smirked, refusing to let the male see him too down and out. “Just processing everything.”

“Well, finish the rest of this beer and we can order some of that autumnal shit you all prefer in your court for the next round. Unless you’re too prissy and have some fancy shit you High Lord’s prefer.”

Eris recognized the bait for what it was, given that he knew Cassian would be the first to indulge in Rhysand’s top shelf liquors.

Eris lifted the foaming mug to his mouth and downed the entire beer before placing it back down on the counter. “Another Illyrian draft is just fine.”

The large male beside him let out a hum that almost seemed like approval. “Maybe you’re not such a cunt after all, High Lord.”

“Yeah, well keep that between us.”

Cassian held up two fingers as the bar keep gave him a nod and Cassian pointed to a table in the corner.

No sooner than they’d seated themselves did Rhysand and Nyx enter the establishment, a hesitant Azriel behind them.

“Sorry.” Cassian shrugged. “Rhys sent word a couple minutes ago. Figured we could all use a round after this evening.”

Rhys looking a bit disheveled in comparison to that usual air of arrogance he exuded, giving a cocky grin as eyes within the establishment fell upon him. His son on the other hand still appeared a bit out of sorts given the inconvenient revelation of he and the daughter of Spring to his entire family.

The Shadowsinger only gave a curt nod in greeting, expression remaining stony.

Through a boisterous laugh the general teased, “Welcome to the shit show.”

The tension at the table was palpable, Azriel glaring daggers through Eris, Nyx very clearly communicating mind to mind with someone, Rhys slowly losing his resolve in maintaining his collected facade. Cassian, ever the instigator, broke the silence. “So, mates, huh?”

Azriel’s cold gaze averted from the Autumn High Lord to the General, promising violence. “Hey-“ Cassian raised his palms again. “It’s not so bad. She could have been mated to Tamlin.”

Had it not been for the mating bond chafing his ass, Eris could have laughed but he only bristled at the thought of his mate with any other male.

“Ouch!” Cassian yelped as the violet-eyed High Lord kicked him under the table.

“Oh come on! None of us handled our mating bonds perfectly, and I know damn well that any of you would be enjoying this mess if roles were reversed. You’re just pissy, I remember very clearly the shit you gave me when this fucker,”pointing a calloused finger to Eris with a cheeky grin, “proposed to Nesta!”

Eris really wanted to fall through the floor at this point. “But she was my mate, and look at us now? Remember those days at the dining table, Az?”

Shadows whirled violently around the Spymaster. “You’re not obligated to speak every little thought that pops into your mind.”

Though it was clear the Shadowsinger was deathly serious, Cassian only waived him off and Nyx burst out laughing, egging his Uncle on.

“Mating bonds aren’t everything.” Azriel growled out, “You’re not entitled to her. She’s her own person and can choose what her heart wants.”

Eris raised an eyebrow at the implication. He was well aware that he played the bastard role well but he would never-

“Are you implying, Shadowsinger, that I would not let your precious daughter choose? And believe me, I’m well aware of the atrocities and the merits that can come from a rejected mating bind. I remember the physical and emotional pain inflicted upon my brother when his own bond was rejected, the uncontrollable waves of grief that still sometimes roll through him.” Azriel sat, stone faced at the reminder that his wife was not his mate. Eris didn’t give him time to react, continuing.

“But I’m also well aware that if not for that pain and that rejected bond, I would be without my beloved nephew, or my curious new friend who thinks of even the smallest of denizens of your court matter - who treats me like I’m just a person and not the arrogant prick the rest of the world views me as.”

Eris placed a broad palm to his own chest, clutching as if in physical pain as the next words left his lips. “And do you not think, Shadowsinger, that I don’t recognize the fucking treasure that came from that rejected bond? The irony that my brother’s rejected bond resulted in the greatest gift of my life? And while I’d love to covet that treasure, care for her, let her shine for all of those to see - to know that she’s mine - it’s not my choice. It’s hers. If she wants to shine with someone else? Gods, it will hurt like hel, but I’ll remember her with nothing but love in my heart. She wants to stay on her own, making her own way in the world? I’ll stand back and cheer for her. I think you’re well aware that NOBODY chooses for your daughter but her.”

Azriel remained stone faced, a hand resting to the handle of the foaming mug of mead before him. Cassian let out a huff. Nyx smirked and Rhysand only looked at Eris with something that almost appeared to be respect.

Azriel finally shook his head, raising the mug in Eris’ direction. “Then that’s all I can ask for.”

All eyes at the table darted to him in shock. The famed, merciless spymaster standing down.

Eris only lifted his own mug in return and that was that.

The next hour went by as smoothly as possible, the table ordering several rounds of drinks. Eris nearly pissed himself when the shock of a caress against his mental shields caught his attention, Nyxs’ amused voice only stating, “You can thank me later.”

Eris’ brows drew together, puzzled by what on earth he’d have to thank the heir for, as a blonde female fell into the seat beside the male. A familiar scent wafting into his nostrils.

His mate.

Gods, she looked fucking fantastic and Eris knew right away he’d have to glamour the involuntary scent of arousal wafting from him at the sight of her ethereal face, those fucking hips that he wanted to hug as tightly as that little dress did - his inhibited state not helping the situation whatsoever. She only glared at him, as she stood beside the table, sweet voice dripping with irritation,

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

She crossed her arms across her chest. Gods, she was trying to kill him. Her arms pushing up her immaculate breasts. Was he salivating? This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare if her father caught wind of just how the sight of her was affecting him.

But most of all, he only felt love and adoration as he stared at the prickly female glaring daggers through him. Truth-Teller would certainly feel less violent against his skin than the sharp gaze piercing into his heart.

“I didn’t know, I swear.” Eris pleaded.

“Right. I’m leaving.” She huffed.

“Oh no you fucking don’t” the blonde female interjected. “You’re not just going to ice him out. It’ll hurt you worse than any words ever could. You two need to TALK.”

Nyx looked to the female with pride.

“I’m not finished with YOU.” Y/N hissed with rage to her friend.

“Oh I have no doubt.” The female - Layla - fired back. “But first you’re going to work things out with your mate.”

With an irritated look to her friend, she grabbed Eris by the wrist with a reluctant “Come on, we’re LEAVING.”

Eris threw a grateful look to Nyx and Layla, standing with no resistance to the grasp his mate had on his wrist. Azriel grunted and began to stand, but Rhys threw an arm out, keeping him seated. And to Eris’ surprise, the Shadowsinger remained.

Cool air and the aroma of spices from the surrounding establishments greeted the pair, an otherwise perfect evening to drape his arm over her shoulder and whisper sweet nothings into her pointed ear as they passed the shops, but she only tapped her foot with impatience. “Well?? Winnow me to your apartment and let’s get this over with.”

Eris stepped forward, caressing her wrist in a lovers grasp, sensuous smirk forming on his lips. Fire in his blood or no, chill bumps rose up her olive skin, nipples pebbling beneath her dress.

“As you wish.” And winnowed her straight to the foot of his bed. He’d let her lead from there but if there was one thing he knew about his mate, she firmly believed all was fair in fucking and fighting. It was all in her hands how the night would go.

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A/n: Thank you everyone for your patience with this chapter! Life has been hectic (seasonal illnesses, end of the fiscal quarter, traveling sports, mental health struggles, etc) and my brain was just not cooperating with this chapter. After writing a few one shots I was able to get back into the proper headspace but found I was still struggling to transfer this chapter from my brain into print. I eventually realized I wasn’t ready for the story to end quite yet so with that being said this is NOT the final chapter. I hope you all don’t hate me for saying it was before changing my mind but it’s important to give the story the satisfying ending that it deserves. 🥰

ACOTAR general: @lilah-asteria

Eris general: @angiedsv

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bxtchycaprisun · 1 year

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obstinate (2) | a. anderson

summary: you’re a new medic in the WLF base. you’re young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.

notes: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, this shit is ANGSTYY (i kinda went overboard but oh well), still no smut yet (when i said slow burn i meant slow burnnn), abby makes some questionable decisions, reader says some questionable things, mentions of insomnia, this relationship is not healthy yall

taglist: @caitlinisfruity @shaemonyou @mattm1964 @vigelvictoria

an: glad you guys enjoyed part 1!! i just grinded out this chapter so fast cause i’m going out of town this weekend so i apologize if it’s messy!

MDNI!! will contain sexual themes in future chapters

part 3 here

several days had passed and abby was still seething. not necessarily because of you, which of course she was also frustrated by. she was mad because she was confused. why did it bother her so much that one new girl wouldn’t follow her orders? wouldn’t listen to her demands?

or, to put it better, why did it excite her so much? abby anderson was a well-liked leader in the base, and with that, people were kind to her. while it may not have always been real, they still showed her respect to her face, they listened.

but you didn’t.

as she picked up her breakfast from the cafeteria in the mornings, she allowed her eyes to wander a bit more, thinking just maybe one morning, they would be met with yours. she even began eating her meals within the cafeteria with manny and his father, rather than taking it back to her room like she’d always done. but before every patrol, as the buzz of conversing soldiers surrounded her, your voice was never one of them. your face, never in the crowd.

after more days had passed, she decided to pop her head into the infirmary as “occasionally” as she could. she would saunter around, stopping by the few patients she knew well, and in every chance she could, she would watch you in your corner, working away with a roll of gauze and a bottle of sanitizer.

and you would pretend that you couldn’t feel her staring.

she never spoke to you though. she knew how the conversation would go, either ending in her apologizing or starting an argument, neither of which she wanted to do.

to be truthful, she wasn’t sorry. she didn’t care that she snapped at you, or that she was overstepping by demanding that you rest. and quite frankly, she didn’t care if her attempts at talking some sense into you resulted in you hating her.

she was your superior is what she’d tell herself. it was her duty to make sure things ran smoothly in the base, and you were no use as a medic if you were dead or injured.

so rather than doing the right thing, and talking through her concerns with you like an adult, she did something dumb.

which is why she found herself with booted feet outside Isaac’s door, knocking her fist against the firm wood. it was late, and she had just returned from patrols.

she wasn’t going to do it, she knew how much of an intrusion this was. but seeing your penciled name scheduled for a particularly dangerous patrol that upcoming Wednesday, she couldn’t help herself.

she hadn’t even showered, hadn’t even changed. she went straight from the trucks to his doorstep, knowing she couldn’t let herself think on it, knowing she’d change her mind. looking back on it, abby should have let it sit.

fuck it.

isaac opened the door with raised brows upon seeing the soldier. “abby” he say with a tight smile as he steps back to let her in.

“isaac i…” she fiddles with her fingers for a moment and clear hers throat, “i’ve got a few concerns about… about who you’ve put on patrols.”

he nods his head sharply, an amused smile creeping onto his lips. “alright” he says as he tilts his head to the couch, gesturing for her to take a seat. “let’s hear it.”

abby was a bit surprised by his demeanor. typically when she’d “expressed concerns” in the past, he’d been incredibly closed off to her ideas. she’d be hit with a quick “how hard is it to follow my orders?” with a slammed door in her face.

he’d never acted like this. she didn’t have a clue as to why this was different.

“okay,” she nods her head quickly and carefully sits on the couch. “well… i’ve noticed that you’ve been adding medics to some of our patrols.”

“mhm.” he responds with a raised brow, waiting for a bit more explanation.

“i just- i guess i don’t understand why. i mean, we need all hands on deck at the infirmary, and sending untrained medics on the field is just… it’s irresponsible isaac.” abby struggled to mask the annoyance in her tone as she blurts out her concerns.

“untrained medics?” isaac asks with a grin. “well, i’ve only tried it out with one medic so far and she seems to be doing well.”

abby furrows her brows. before she can think about what she’s saying, a sharp “well she’s not” escapes her lips. her eyes widen at her own words. your face crosses her mind, and she imagines you frowning, eyes darkened with the pain of betrayal, pupils wide with hurt. she imagined what you’d look like if you heard what she was saying.

but she was already in too deep to go back now. “did you know she was injured? she hid it from the entire patrol, could’ve bled out if she ignored it any longer.” she knew she was exaggerating, but she was too desperate to care.

“really?” isaac asked with suspicion. “i wasnt aware of that.” he pauses for a moment, rubbing his chin with thought. “i understand your concern abby, i do. but… our casualties out in the field have nearly doubled since last fall.”

abby shakes her head, “no… you don’t get it she-”

“no you don’t get it. some injuries can’t wait the journey back to the base, anderson. it is far easier to put a few medics out on patrols than to train all soldiers in first aid.” he leans forward with his hands on his knees as he speaks.

“i understand that.” she puts her hand up, trying to protest further. “but your medics are going to be no help in either the infirmary or on the field if they get killed by some scar. when i came here, soldiers were put through months of training before they were allowed to step foot outside the base.” she shakes her head. “now you’re just going to throw them out there with no experience in combat?”

“look i’m not familiar with the relationship between you two,” isaac laughs a bit as he says this. “but i chose your friend to be the first of this experiment for a reason.”

she scoffs at the word experiment. is that what this was? he was just going to treat you like you were some sort of test subject?

“she may not have gone through combat training through the WLF, but that doesn’t mean she is completely inexperienced. she didn’t grow up like you abby.” she flinched a bit at this statement. it was rare that isaac brought up her past. but despite that, she was intrigued. she hadn’t even thought to ask about your past.

“she grew up in FEDRA school. she was there when the denver QZ was overthrown. she was a solider. and i guarantee that if she wasn’t so talented in medicine, she would be up there with you and all your grunt buddies.”

abby huffs at this. “the way we fight is far different than how FEDRA trained and you know that,” she hisses with an accusatory finger pointer at her leader.

isaac stares at her with narrowed eyes, before sighing deeply and leaning forward even more, gazing at her warningly. “what do you want abby? are you asking me to take her off the schedule completely? put another medic out there who has no idea what they are doing just so you can have some peace of mind?”

she closes her mouth quickly and looks away. that was exactly what she was asking, but she wouldn’t say it. “just… keep her off of the really bad routes will you?” she asks. “i saw she was supposed to go to the serevena this week, and i want you to remove her from the patrol.”

Isaac chuckles and shakes his head. “you know the dangerous patrols are where she is needed most right?”

“at least until she’s been doing this for a bit longer” she asks, less demanding this time. “please Isaac?”

isaac tilts his head up slowly, before bringing it down in a nod. “fine. but just for the next month or two, got it?”

abby let’s out a relieved breath as she stands up. “yes. yes that’s fine. thank you, isaac.”

“just get out” is the last thing she hears as she leaves the room, a triumphant grin plastered on her face.

. . .

the only thing that kept you awake was the memory of your coworkers chuckle ringing in your aching head.

“i think you’re the busiest person on the base” he had laughed. “i don’t know how i’d function with the amount of sleep you’re getting.”

it was ironic, truly, that he could have put your, what you could borderline describe as suffering, into such a joking statement. even you didn’t know how you were functioning, to be quite honest.

over the past three days, you hadn’t gotten more than 3 consecutive hours of sleep at a time. between night shifts at the infirmary, day shifts on patrol, and the completely disorganized meal times you had managed to fit in, you were hardly getting any rest.

the sleep you were getting was on one of the firm cots within the infirmary, the commotion of patients and medics just out the hall constantly waking you up.

you had always been an insomniac, hadn’t gotten a full nights sleep since you were a toddler, maybe not even then. at FEDRA school, you’d stay up half the night reading books on surgeries and weaponry, practically ruining your vision from squinting in only the moonlight.

but despite your familiarity with a lack of slumber, that condition could only take someone so far, and it’s gotten to the point where sleep was the only thing on your mind. other than abby. you were a robot, a machine, a lifeless shell of yourself who just worked and ate, and worked and ate, and eventually slept. you hoped that maybe that soldier would come to you in your dreams, approaching you with an apology and toothy smile. you never fall deep enough into your sleep for that to be possible.

you also drank coffee. a small perk of being a consistent medic in the night shift, you were the first person to get access to the rare bean.

and in this moment, you were only two hours away from the end of your night at the infirmary. you stirred a bit of milk into your mug, and squinted under the fluorescent lights you had turned on in the cafeteria. you had always hated the cafeteria when it was full of people, but in the night, at almost 5 am, there was no one there.

it was a kind of quiet that you didn’t often experience.

that was until you heard a voice call your name from behind, startling you enough you nearly spill your coffee all over yourself.

abby had gotten up extra early for patrol that morning, unable to sleep with thoughts of her and Isaac’s conversation replaying in her mind. she was, of course, pleased with the turn out. but she was mainly guilty, and a bit terrified. terrified of how you’d react to her interjection of your schedule.

but when she saw you in your baggy scrubs, hair pulled out of your face, and a pout on your lips as you sipped at your drink, she didn’t care. she just wanted to talk to you, she hadn’t in so many days.

after your initial jump scare, you turn to meet eyes with your new visitor, and breathe a sigh of relief.

“oh abby” you smile softly as your heart settles, “it’s you.”

she’s a bit surprised at your calm demeanor, granted your last conversation had been an argument, but she took it happily.

and for you, you were too tired to be anything but quiet and friendly. and more importantly, you were too tired to remember anything that happened more than five minutes ago.

“hey you,” she replied as she took a step closer. “how’ve you been? are you just getting off?”

you shake your head as you take another sip of your coffee. abby scrunched her nose at the smell, she’d always hated the drink.

“no…. no i’ve got a couple more hours.” the two of you stand side by side and lean back against the metal countertop, looking out into the empty room. her hip is close to yours, and you can feel the heat cascading off of her body. it takes a lot of will power not to slouch your body against hers, and just pass out on her broad shoulder. you had a feeling she wouldn’t wake you up.

“you heading off for patrol?”

abby nods her head, and turns it to face you. she studies your eyes for a moment, taking in the dark circles laying beneath. “you said you’ve got a couple hours left still?” she asks, concern laced in her tone.

“yeah” you sigh and she straightens her posture a bit more.

“i’m not going to lie,” she says as she takes a better look at you, “you look like a corpse. when’s the last time you slept?”

you shrug your shoulders and your lips curl into a small smile. “before my shift? wasn’t for long but it was something.”

her expression hardens and she prods at you a bit more. “how long are we talking?” she asks you, trying to keep her wording light, but it’s clear she’s worried.

“bout a few hours”

“a few hours?” she repeats with a scoff. you look at her blankly, unable to say anything to defend yourself. “okay whatever.” she shakes her head, “better question; when’s the last time you got like- like a real nights rest?”

at this, you can’t help but let out a dry chuckle. “i don’t really do that” you muster with a playful smile. but it’s clear on abby’s face she doesn’t find that very funny.

“you can’t just live off of coffee and catnaps” she says with a frown, waving her hand dismissively towards your mug, “you know that right?”

“i dunno” you shrug and look back out into the empty cafeteria, “been doing just fine as of now.”

“no. no you haven’t” she pushes herself off of the counter and turns to face you completely. “you know how i know that? because when people are tired they get delirious.” you watch her with raised eyebrows as she continues.

“and when people are delirious, they make dumb decisions. hence why you’ll probably have a gnarly scar on your back for the rest of your life.”

she stops her sentence abruptly and you clench your jaw. you break eye contact, and feel your fingertips grip onto the countertop.

“h-how is it anyways?” she asks, a lot more gingerly now.

“it’s alright” you turn back with a smile, deciding to brush off her harsh comment. “other than a gnarly scar, that is.”

she purses her lips and bobs her head lightly. you both stand in silence for a moment, the only audible sound in the room is that of your breathing. your mind feels clear for a moment, relaxed by the rhythm. as you feel air leaving your lungs, it is accompanied by the sound of abby inhaling beside you. you are the first to speak again.

“i should get back” you say softly and she mumbles in agreement.

as you take a step to leave, you decide to ask her one last thing before you part ways.

“oh also..” you tilt your head in curiosity. “when’re you scheduled for patrols to the serevena this week?” you wondered if you’d cross paths with her at all. despite your disagreements, you still found yourself with a constant craving for her presence.

abby clenches her jaw at the mention of patrols, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. we’re you going to bring up her conversation with isaac? we’re you going to be upset?

“i uh…” she rubs the back of her neck nervously, “i’m scheduled to go there wednesday and thursday.”

“cool,” you reply with a sweet smile, “i’ll be there wednesday. see you then abby.” you turn your heel to walk away.

abby’s breathe hitches and her face contorts with confusion. “i- i’m sorry… what?”

you spin back around with furrowed brows. “i’m scheduled to go on wednesday too, so i’ll see you there.” you reaffirm, unsure as to why she looks so bewildered.

what the hell is she talking about? abby couldn’t help but think.

“did uh-” fuck she didn’t know how to put this, “did isaac not talk to you?”

“bout what?”

“about the patrol.” she responds through her teeth, her voice more firm than intended. if you were playing dumb right now, it really wasn’t funny.

you look away with thought for a moment, before your face lights up in realization. “ohhh. oh yeah he did. he actually pulled me aside this morning, said that the serevenas got even more scar sightings than normal, and that he really needed me there.” you affirm, still unsure as to how this affected the conversation.

abby’s jaw slacks, and her mouth forms a scowl. “he what?” she hisses.

before you can open your mouth to hesitantly restate yourself, she cuts you off. “motherfucker. he said he was going to take you off the damn schedule!” she seethes, more so talking to herself than to you as she brings her hands to her hips.

“what?” you ask quietly, but the softness has completely left your tone.

she steps closer to you with her hand waving in the air. “you are supposed to stay behind for the serevena patrols. he told me he’d remove you-”

before she can continue her statement, you cut her off with anger. “you talked to isaac?” your voice is dripping with venom. you knew abby was used to getting her way, but this was a whole new low.

she stops her rambling for a moment, and her expression pales. “look.. i only did it because-”

“are you fucking kidding me?” you practically yell.

abby’s mouth snaps shut and she looks away. “i’m only trying to look after you.”

“i don’t need you looking after me abby!”

“yeah well i.. i disagree.” she mumbles in response, and your expression grows colder.

“what’re you trying to do here abby? are you trying to get me in trouble?” you demand. you slowly inch closer to her, your face red with anger.

“what? n-no of course not” she can only begin before you interject again.

“well that’s what you’re going to do! i don’t care if you’re trying to look out for me. do you know how bad it makes me look to have you demand that i’m taken off the schedule?”

abby’s breath is shallow. she hadn’t thought about it like that.

“i’m still new here! i- i can’t afford to have someone complaining about my abilities to the leader” you fight back your tears as they pool in your eyes. you hated how easy it was to cry when you were angry.

abby’s chest tightens as she sees hears your voice break. “that wasn’t my intention.” is all she can say.

“well that’s what you did” you bite back, your bottom lip quivering.

she scrunches her nose and straightens her posture, staring down at your shaking frame. “i stand by what i did,” she responds, successfully masking the uncertainty in her voice. “you don’t belong on the field, especially in a place like the serevena.” she didn’t know if what she was doing was right, but there was really no going back now.

all look of hurt and betrayal leaves your face, now, it’s just red hot anger. “god” you scoff, “all of you soldiers are exactly the same.”

you watch as abby steps back a bit, “what is that supposed to mean?” she beckons you to continue.

“i mean, all of you think that you’re so much better than everyone else.” you hiss, stepping up on your toes a bit to become more eye level with her, “that you’re the only ones who make sacrifices, the only ones who help others, protect others. you think that only you can handle yourself and that everyone else should be grateful when you swoop in and fuck up their lives!”

the hurt is clear in her face as you finish your outburst, but you don’t have it in you to care. there is only one thing you have room to think about, and that is how you will be treated if word gets out that the most important soldier on the base thinks you’re incapable of doing your job.

“so that’s what you really think about me?” abby mutters so quietly, it’s barely audible.

“that’s what i know about you.” you bring your face even closer to hers, looking up with fiery eyes.

even in her angered state, abby couldn’t help but take in your features with admiration. you were so expressive, so alive. even in your tired, teary eyed, and frustrated state, you were so alluring.

you were like the sun. so dangerous, so furious, and yet, the feeling of your warmth on her skin was something she craved so heavily. the second that analogy enters her mind, she pulls her gaze from yours, but not before taking a quick glance at your downturned lips.

if she were sane, she would’ve wanted to slap that frown off your face. and if you were anyone else, she actually would have. but instead the only thought that crossed her mind was bringing her lips to yours and kissing it away.

but she didn’t.

instead she steps back from your heaving chest, a sharp exhale escaping through her teeth as she shakes her head. you flinch at her absence of warmth. your heart sinks as you watch her walk away from you, the weight of your own words finally settling.

“you’re not going on that fucking patrol,” was the last thing she mumbled as she stepped out the door, leaving you to rot in your own anger beneath the bright cafeteria lights.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby anderson x you #obstinate #abby anderson fic

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angelanderson · 11 months

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I really want an Ellabs x reader fic of fem reader really needing comfort bc she's sad/overwhelmed but she tries to hide it from ellabs but obv they notice smth is off, so they tell her they noticed smth is wrong and she kinda breaks down at that, then they comfort her thru it, listening to her problems or insecurities n'stuff <33 Sorry if it's confusing and/or too long, u dont gotta do it but i'd appreciate it tons <33 (Im totally not self projecting)

ur projecting = supported. 🫢 100% sfw/comfort fic but still no men or minors. type of relationship between them is up to u! this ended up a semi- full length fic oops ? enjoy!

sometimes it just feels too hard. being the newest member in jackson means you feel like you have to prove your worth 24/7. and it’s exhausting, really. abby is just so strong, ellie has the best patrol work, and you? you feel… weak. you (falsely) feel like nothing you’ve done has proven you’re worth the space in jackson.

so when monday rolls around, you tell ellie and abby you have plans with someone else so you can just go home and hide. they don’t question that, why would they? tuesday you tell them you wanna go to bed early. okay, fine. but then it’s wednesday, and they’re starting to get that something is going on with you.

the worry starts to kick in wednesday night after maria tells the two women you asked to go home early, citing that you’re not feeling well. abby all but drags ellie to your tiny place immediately after hearing maria’s words. you always tell each other everything. so why didn’t you now?!

it’s easy to know abby and ellie are knocking at your door simply because of the sheer force of it. five minutes you try to pretend you’re not home. you don’t want them to see you in this state; you’ve been ugly crying for two hours now. however, they don’t give up. it’s not like you could expect anything else from them.

“baby, we know you’re home. let us in, yeah? we’re worried about you,” abby shouts out after another two minutes of knocking.

you respond back with a sickly voice from the sofa, “no, go away. ‘m busy.”

you can just feel the attitude enter ellie’s body now. you know how stubborn she can be. “no, we know you’re lying. i will find a way in if you don’t let us in within the next thirty seconds.”

you know she isn’t joking as you move to open the door. the sight of you upon opening the door is not a pretty one— your face is red, covered in tears. ellie takes a deep breath before she pushes in. she won’t let you shut them out anymore. abby shuts the door before them before heading you back onto the sofa with them. each other is on either side of you within the matter of seconds.

as per usual, abby is the first one to break the silence. “oh, honey, what’s going on? we could’ve helped you sooner if we knew.” the way she sounds sad just makes you feel worse.

insecurities once again bubbling over, you do the only thing you can think of: you try to shove abby away. being significantly stronger than you means it didn’t feel like a single thing. however, abby won’t put up with you lashing out right now. she knows you can be their sweet girl even in the toughest of moments.

ellie watches like a hawk as abby grabs both of your wrists to stop you from trying to push her away again. “just because you’re upset doesn’t mean you can act out. are you going to be the big girl i know you are now? or do i need to keep you here?”

the concerned sternness of her voice makes you whimper in reply. fresh tears leak down your face as you try to find the words to explain. “i- i just don’t think i deserve to be here! everyone, especially you two, carry your weight around here! and what do i do? i’m just a stupid girl working in the bar!”

and, well, neither of them could say they were expecting that response. sure, you were newer to Jackson, but so was everyone at one point. you were also one of the most popular Jackson residents— everyone loves the energy you bring to the bar after a long day of work. so it just makes sense that both women are beyond shocked to realize that this is why you’re so down. how could you not know how loved you are here?

as yet another round of tears starts to fall, you feel abby’s big arms quickly pull you into her chest. your body starts to shake with each inhale as you start to sob into abby’s chest. while ellie rushes to rub your back, abby starts to tilt your head up so you can see her.

“angel, angel, no. let’s take some deep breathes and then we’ll all have a talk, okay?”, abby coos as she wipes away the falling tears.

ellie puts your right hand over abby’s heart when your breathing doesn’t start to slow any. she speaks in the softest voice she can muster up,“deep breaths with me and abby, baby. feel abby’s heart beat. we’re all going to just relax together before anything else.”

two minutes between your favorite people is all it takes to reduce you to just sniffles. you slouch back into your seat once you’ve finally caught your breath. you look up at abby and ellie with wet eyes before letting out a long sigh. no one is sure who should speak first.

ellie decides she’ll be the one to start, “it’s not true, you know? everyone here loves you. helping run the bar is important. you create a space where we can all relax for once. emphasis on the relax part.”

abby grunts in agreement with ellie. “you know ellie’s right, don’t you baby,” abby questions before looking over to ellie, “our favorite girl’s always making everyone feel happy, isn’t she?”

“for real though, you really do play a big part here. you know ellie and i started arguing less when you came around? pretty big deal there, you know. even joel commented on it,” the dirty blonde continues on the conversation.

and that makes you giggle for the first time all day. “even joel? really?” while you knew they had a previous history of more frequent fights, you didn’t know even joel was over it back then too.

“yeah, it’s really true,” abby starts before taking a breath to think about her next words. she exhales, “strength isn’t everything, you know? you add just as much as we do here. creating a space where people can relax while we live on this hell on earth is just as important as what we do. we all do the best here because we are better with each other. our system can’t function without others.”

you’re sure you’d be crying tears of happiness right now if you weren’t so exhausted from all your previous crying. your previous anxieties start to slip away as you start to truly internalize both of their words from today. you are important. you matter here. just like everyone else.

no one is given a chance to speak before you’re pulling ellie and yourself on top of abby. “i love you, i love you, i love you both,” you whisper out. “you’re right. i promise i’ll come talk to you next time i’m feeling down, okay? know you’ll make me say that part next!”

“okay smarty pants, you better. also, we always are, darling. love you the most,” teases ellie before she presses a kiss to the back of your head.

“hey! what if i love you both the most? then what?” you’re sure you can feel ellie roll her eyes as abby whines out playfully.

“okay, okay. how about we all love each other the most? can we just agree so i can drink some water now? my head is killing me.” a major post-crying headache has just started to come on for you.

ellie rolls her eyes playful at both of you. “i’ll get us all some water”, she commands as she walks to your kitchen, “and get comfy with abby. we’ll watch a movie, and yes, you can choose today.”

yay! end note to say ur important and i’m glad ur here + love that we all each add our own special things to this earth 🫂

#ellabs x reader #ellabs #ellie willams x reader #abby anderson x reader #ellie x reader x abby #ellie williams drabble #abby anderson drabble #abby drabbles #ellie drabbles #tlou fluff #abby anderson fluff #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams fic #abby anderson fic #abby anderson x you #ellie williams x you

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We Can't Be Friends Song Reaction

Inspired by Ariana Grande's song: "We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love)

Hyung Line Version. maknae line version

Warning: This is angsty and sad af, slight cursing, mentions alcohol, Seungcheol's is devastatingly fluffy, some suggestive things in Jeonghan's so minors dni.

A/N: using a song lyric as a prompt for each of the members. Decided to break this up from Hyung Line (Seungcheol - Jihoon) to Maknae Line (Seokmin - Chan). Keep an eye out for the Maknae Line part. The parts are written in order from where the song lyrics show up. I hope you enjoy.

✫ Jun: "I didn't think you'd understand me. How could you ever even try?"

You and Jun come from two different worlds. That's what made the relationship so exciting when you first decided to date. You thought it would be fun. However, there was a lot of cultural differences and just things that neither of you could never understand no matter how hard you both would try. You even tried to learn each others languages and cultures but it was just too difficult. Plus the pressures of being a secret lover just never set right with you. You understood why you had to love in secret but it still didn't mean it didn't hurt. When you made the unfortunate decision to break things off with Jun, he pleaded with you and even said he understood how difficult things are but you already made up your mind. No amount of tears from either of you could change your mind.

✫ Joshua: "Just wanna let this story die. And I'll be alright."

When Jisoo and you began dating, you never imagined getting to this part. You imagined getting married to him. You imagined having a family with him. You imagined a beautiful life with him. That's why these last few months have felt like such major whiplash. The constant fighting, the snide remarks, the tension, it was exhausting. You just were waiting almost impatiently for him to end things with you already. However, he was stubborn and he still loved you. You are everything to him and the thought of losing you is a nightmare. That's why you had to do it. At 2:13 am you both were screaming at each other on the phone over who knows what when you finally chose to end it." "Jisoo, we are done," you finally shouted causing him to quiet down and realize the gravity of the situation. "What do you mean we are done?" He asked while trying to choke back tears. "I mean we are done. We are broken up. I am tired of this fighting over nothing. It's time to let our love story end." Before he could say anything you hung up and blocked his number. It hurt like hell but you felt a little lighter and less stressed out. You knew you would be alright and one day you would find someone to live the happy life you imagined with Jisoo.

✫ Hoshi: "We can't be friends. But I'd like to just pre-etend."

The days where you would come home to Soonyoung were a distant memory at this point. You both were just so busy with everything that you both came to a mutual agreement to break up and just try to remain friends. However, little did you realize how hard it would be just friends. Whenever you were out with mutual friends, you both would both try your best but there was still some tension and longing glances even though neither of you would ever admit it. Your friends would beg you both to just grow up and get back together but both of you were just stubborn and rather live in delusion and pretend that being friends was the smartest choice. It was for the best.

✫ Wonwoo: "Me and my truth, we sit in silence. Mmm baby girl it's just me and you."

You felt delusional. You were being delusional. When Wonwoo walked out your once shared apartment you sat like a lost puppy thinking surely he would ignore your words to get lost. However he listened. He got lost and left everything you built together. He was hurt, he was upset. Everything he did was for you, and to watch you just throw everything you both built was devastating. However, he would do anything for you. That includes walking away when you ask. After two weeks of waiting for any sign of Wonwoo, you realized it was just you. You realized what you did and you regretted it but you also knew that it was for the best. He was amazing and deserves someone who could love him the way he loved. Maybe in another life you both could try again.

✫ S. Coups: "Cause I don't wanna argue but I don't wanna bite my tongue yeah I think I'd rather die."

Fighting with Seungcheol was one of your least favorite things to do. It took all your energy and just made you feel sick. Normally, if he was being irrational or bothered you, you would just bite your tongue and just pray it would be over soon. However, after months of doing this you realized staying silent was killing you. You wanted to express what was bothering you in hopes you both could mend your almost deteriorating relationship. You had texted him earlier that you wanted to talk when he got home. This caused Seungcheol to hurry home to see you. He thought you were hurt. He was left in the dark about your angers and wanted to make sure the love of his life was okay. When he got home he saw you sat at the kitchen table with a worried face and that's when he was nervous. "What's wrong, baby?" "I um, we need to talk about us. I don't want to argue about it but I wanna talk about how I am feeling and have been feeling for a little while." He nodded and pulled out the chair next to you and gave you his full attention. Once you let out all your concerns, worries, and grievances you were worried about, Seungcheol just held your hand and then together you made a game plan on where to go.

✫ Jeonghan: "You got me misunderstood but at least I look this good."

"What do you think you are doing (Y/N)?" you heard someone behind you ask causing your heart to race as if you were a kid who was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. You felt guilty but deep down you knew you had NO reason to feel guilty whatsoever. It had been over three weeks since you and Jeonghan decided to call it quits and tonight you decided was the night to wear a little black dress and try to move on. What was the occasion? Saint Laurent had invited you to a party in Seoul and you decided it was a good opportunity to dress up and feel pretty. You knew Jeonghan would most likely also be invited but to be honest, you could care less. He was not yours to worry about anymore. Tonight it was only about you and supporting Saint Laurent. You sighed as you turned around and saw Jeonghan staring at you with mixed emotions across his face. This caused you to smirk at him before shrugging. "Same reason you are here, I was invited." "But why the short dress?" "Since when were my legs offensive?" This made Jeonghan shut up and just look at you. After what seemed like an eternity you waved goodbye to your former lover and walked away into the party.

✫ Woozi: "You cling to your papers and pens. Wait until you like me again."

When Jihoon and you both started to talk, you knew that he was a workaholic. You knew he'd spend countless hours in the studio and you had sworn up and down that you were okay with it. However, after him being at the studio while you waited at a restaurant on your one year anniversary happened you were angry. He didn't even apologize really, he just was like "you know I need to get this album out." It hurt. When he got back to your shared apartment, he noticed how empty it was. He noticed there was not a trace of you. He called out for you and he heard nothing. He looked everywhere and when he realized you were gone. He quickly took his phone out to call but the call went straight to voicemail. He then found a letter addressed to him saying that you were done being second best to him. You said you would love and support him forever but for your sake you couldn't do this anymore. The note broke him and he couldn't help but breakdown crying.

ahh this was emotional im sorry. maknae version coming soon <3 maknae verion is here! x

#wonuwrites #seventeen #svt x reader #seventeen reactions #svt angst #s coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #seventeen hyung line #svt headcanons

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our little corner of the world || c.b.

summary: now that you and colby had welcomed your child into the world, he knew it was time for the next chapter.

part two to baby blues. again, special shoutout to @brocksblueroses for the idea <3

the nine months of your pregnancy ended up being some of the hardest of your life. of course, that was to be expected, but the day your baby was born, you were over the moon. meeting your baby, your beautiful daughter, was something you'd been imagining since you'd gotten pregnant, but you were also just ready to not be pregnant anymore.

the first few months of being parents were an adjustment, but you and colby pushed through. you and him had gotten a place of your own, ready to take on this next chapter as just the three of you. moving on top of adjusting to having a baby probably wasn't your best idea, but oh well.

the first year flew by in a flash, and before you knew it, you had a toddler that had just as much attitude as you and colby combined.

you were up one morning, you and your daughter, melody, getting ready to go meet katrina for lunch. she was resistant to getting dressed, being as stubborn as ever, but you knew exactly how to entice her to letting you get her dressed..

"come on, mel. don't you want to go see auntie kat? i know you miss her. she misses you." you said, raising an eyebrow at her.

"auntie kat!" she cheered, finally allowing you to slip her shirt over her head.

"there we go. auntie kat's gonna be so excited to see you wearing this cute outfit she got you." you said with a smile, peppering her cheeks with kisses. once you were finally ready, you and melody made your way out into the living room, passing colby's office. his eyes flicked up from the computer screen, a wide smile on his face when he saw you on the other side of the door.

"my beautiful girls." he said softly, following you and melody to the front door. he pressed a kiss to the top of melody's head, and then to your lips.

"we'll be back in a few hours. we have lunch with kat and you know that always turns into a whole day thing with us." you laughed.

"no worries. enjoy your day. tell kat i said hi." he said, and you nodded.

"alright, we're out of here. we're already running late, since someone decided they were going to be stubborn." you said, shooting a look at your daughter, who was laughing in your arms.

"bye dada!" she waved as you and her walked out to the car.

"bye my sweets!" colby called from the porch. you got melody buckled into her carseat and you waved to colby before you climbed into the drivers seat and heading out.

once you got to the restaurant, you saw that katrina text, letting you know she was already there. you walked up to the host, who directed you to a table on the patio.

"look! who's that?" you asked, turning mel's attention to katrina at the table.

"auntie kat!" she cheered, wiggling out of your arms and running over to katrina. you followed closely behind her, making sure she didn't hit any chairs.

"my mel mel!" katrina cheered with a big smile as she scooped her up into her arms, pressing a kiss to her cheek. melody laughed in her lap before katrina moved her to the high chair.

"i think this is her shade, no?" katrina laughed, pointing out the lip gloss stain she left.

"perfect." you laughed along with her.

you and katrina spent the entire lunch talking the hours away. you and her talked most every day, but you always had something new to share and talk about. sometimes it was about work, or your boyfriends, and gossip, as you did with most your other girlfriends.

"ugh, i miss you guys. why again did you think it was the best idea for you to move?" katrina asked.

"come on, you know as well as i do that neither you or sam want to be woken up by mel when she starts crying in the middle of the night."

"we would've gotten used to it." she argued, but you could tell that she was lying through her teeth.

“yeah. sure.” you laughed. you and katrina sat there silently, watching melody as she ate.

you watched her with genuine heart eyes. as much as you wished it was you you saw in your daughter, she was all her dad. she had the same round face as him (of course, coupled with her just being baby), but she had the same dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. she was the spitting image of the love of your life, but you loved it. colby was the love of your life and so was melody.

after you exhausted your conversation topics, and once melody started getting fussy at the table, you figured it was time to end your lunch. you walked out to the parking lot, exchanging your goodbyes before going your separate ways.

once you got home, you put melody down for a nap, since she had already fallen asleep in the car. you went out into the living room and joined colby on the couch.

“hi baby.” you said, nuzzling into his side. he wrapped his arm around you as you leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

“hi.” he said with a smile. “how was your lunch?”

“good! its been a minute since katrina and i have been able to go out like that. i know we talk on the phone every day, but it felt good to catch up in person.”

“yeah, i know with us not living together anymore the two of you don’t get as much time together as you used to.” he sighed.

“and now that we have melody. but its okay, we make do. i think katrina is the only other person who loves that little girl as much as we do.” you laughed.

“that’s very true.” colby laughed along with you.

you and him cuddled on the couch for a bit while he watched whatever show he had on. you weren’t paying attention, as you were falling asleep on his chest. after a while, you heard melody waking up in her room.

“don’t worry, i got her.” colby said, moving from underneath you.

he was gone for a few minutes before melody came running into the living room without him.

“mommy!” she cheered, climbing into your lap.

“mel mel! where’s daddy?” you asked her.

“mommy come!” she said, holding her hand out to you.

“where to, baby?” you asked, standing up and taking her hand in yours. she led you through the house and to the door that opened to the garage.

“daddy prize.” she said, fumbling with the doorknob.

“daddy has a prize out here? for me or you?” you asked her.

“mommy!” she cheered again.

“okay, okay.” you said, picking her up. you opened the garage door and saw colby standing in the middle of the area, fairy lights strung through the shelves, rose petals sprinkled on the ground.

“what’s all this?” you asked softly, putting mel down on the floor. she ran over to colby who whispered something to her. she ran off to the other side of the room, pressing a button on something. a song then began playing, one that meant a great deal to both you and colby. as the song played, the memory of when it became your song flashed through your head.

it was the first night you spent together. about two months into your relationship, and you and him were both comfortable enough to be intimate with each other. it was one of the best nights you had together, and really solidified the two of you as a couple.

“y/n,” colby began, taking a step towards you, “the love of my life, the mother of my child. the last few years of my life have been the absolute best, thanks to you. the thought of spending the rest of my life with you has been something i’ve been looking forward to since the first time you told me you loved me. i know we’ve already talked about this, but i had to do this the right way.” he took a pause, sinking down to one knee. by this point, you were already a sobbing mess. you knew this moment was coming, but it still took you by surprise.

“colby,” you choked out through tears.

“y/n l/n, will you do me the absolute pleasure and honor of being my wife?” colby asked. you were beside yourself and could barely speak. all you could manage was to nod your head in affirmation.

“yes, of course!” you finally managed. colby laughed before slipping the engagement ring on your finger. he stood up and you pulled him into your arms, kissing him softly.

“i love you so much.” he said between kisses.

“i love you more.” you said, kissing him once more.

“mommy sad?” melody pouted, pulling on your pant leg.

“oh, no honey.” you laughed as colby picked her up. “mommy is so very happy.”

the three of you went back into the house and sat down on the couch. colby and melody were doing their own thing, and you sat there, fiddling with the new ring that adorned your finger. the joy and happiness was overflowing in your heart, and you couldn’t help but start crying again. the image of your daughter and your now-fiancé in front of you, you were the happiest you’d ever been.

colby looked over to you, and saw that you were crying again. he shot you a concerned look, but you quickly assured that you were fine. he nodded and turned his attention back to melody.

as you watched them play, you were so happy that this was going to be your forever.

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #colby brock fanfic #colby brock fanfiction

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redheadspark · 8 months

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Grumpy Vs. Sunshine Session

Hello Lovelies!

I know I just ended the Halloween Prompt Session, but I stumbled across a GREAT prompt list and I HAD to make it into a mini session for certain!

I think you all will like it :)

This Session's Theme is:

Grumpy Vs. Sunshine

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There are Two Prompt lists for this session, please provide the lines you wish for me to use, one from the grumpy list and one from the sunshine list

Example: May I have Aziel from ACOTAR with, "You know I love you, right?" and "See, I told you there's some good in you!"

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST (Pacific Standard Time)

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Prompt list created by @poohsources

from the grump

❛ how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast. ❜

❛ just don't make a big deal out of this. ❜

❛ you know i love you, right? ❜

❛ i know, alright, i know i'm an asshole. but i'm trying here. ❜

❛ i'm sorry. i didn't mean what i said earlier. ❜

❛ do you always have to be so damn optimistic? ❜ ❛

nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. ❜

❛ there's no way in hell i'm doing that. ❜

❛ i'm not good with this whole stupid feelings thing. ❜

❛ you make me want to be better. you make me want to be good. ❜

❛ can't you just move on and forget about it already? ❜

❛ i'm only doing this because you asked me to. ❜

❛ you're the only one who has ever believed in me. ❜

❛ you won't stop this until i say 'yes', will you? ❜

❛ how are you so happy all the time? ❜

❛ until i met you, I never thought i would be capable of that. ❜

❛ you're the polar opposite of me. ❜

❛ whatever. i didn't think you'd care anyway. ❜

❛ your optimism might be starting to rub off on me. ❜

❛ why don't you give up on me like everyone else? ❜

from the sunshine

❛ come on, it's gonna be fun! ❜

❛ see? i told you there's some good in you. ❜

❛ you should smile more. you have such a beautiful smile. ❜

❛ i'm so excited! there's so much i have planned for us. ❜

❛ i was just trying to do something nice for you. ❜

❛ do you always have to be so pessimistic? ❜

❛ stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you. ❜

❛ i knew there was a big softie under all that tough exterior. ❜

❛ i always feel better with you by my side. ❜

❛ sometimes you should let others in. ❜ ❛

light up, [name]. we're gonna be here for a while. ❜

❛ why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment? ❜

❛ stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now. ❜

❛ just because i'm generally a happy person doesn't mean i can't have an off day. ❜

❛ i'm not some helpless little girl/boy! ❜

❛ you're not gonna get rid of me that easily. ❜

❛ stop that. i don't want you to talk about yourself like this. ❜

❛ of course, i remember! i remember everything you told me. ❜

❛ let's go outside and dance in the rain. ❜

❛ you don't mean that, do you? ❜

Once again, this prompt session will close and I will no longer take requests on Friday, October 27th, at 3:00pm PST

Thanks and happy writing and requesting!

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koala-fluff · 1 year

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Here is the voted fic! Thank you all for your patience!

This took quite a while for I am dealing with writer's block, much like how Wednsday is in here.

I do hope you enjoy this ticklish!Wednesday fic (featuring evil Thing)!

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Attitude Fixing

Wednesday has writer's block and Thing is determined to make her admit why.

Wednesday was thankful for the break. She was.

Enid had decided, for the first time all semester, to have a sleepover with some of her other friends. She had moved over there as soon as their last class had ended. Wednesday had begrudgingly let the werewolf hug her goodbye.

She didn't care for the hug, nor that Enid wasn't there to interrupt her writing time. She wasn't fazed that Enid was gone instead of sending giggly texts on her side of the room. Neither was she concerned that Enid's insecent tickle attacks had stopped, letting her write in peace

And she definitely wasn't hitting a massive writer's block, rendering her unable to continue Viper's story.

Growling, she ripped the very nearly blank page from the typewriter, balled it up, and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell on top of the ever growing pile of crumpled paper.

She leaned her head against the desk and sighed. Writer's block wasn't unfamiliar to her. It was always a pain, but she'd always been able to work through it.

But this time… she just couldn't get her brain to work. She'd try to write, and the sentence would look wrong. Or the wording was wrong. Or it was just… wrong.

The feeling was infuriating.

A familiar scuttling made her raise her head. Thing climbed up the table and stood in front of her, looking between the typewriter and her.

What's wrong? He asked.

"There is nothing wrong." Wednesday huffed. "Just running into a small wall."

He looked at the pile of paper, then back to her. He tilted slightly. Small?

"Yes, small."

This hasn't happened all semester.

"Are you insinuating something?" Wednesday stood, glaring at him.

Unfazed, he continued to tap away. The only change is that Enid isn't here. Do you think-

Wednesday slammed her hand onto the desk. "I do not need her around to write! How dare you assume that!"

It's the only reason-

"You seem to have forgotten, but I need silence to write." Wednesday growled, turning her back on him. "Enid has nothing to do with this block."

She does! You have gotten used to her talking on the phone-

"Haven't!"

Scrolling through tiktoks without earphones-

"That habit is annoying and I do not enjoy it."

Even the many times she's tried to tickle you while you write-

"Thing!" Wednesday whipped around, her teeth clenched and a small dust of color on her cheeks. "I advise you to drop these falsehoods before I lock you in a drawer for the rest of the night."

Thing looked back at her dark eyes defiantly. If they are falsehoods, then why are you so worked up?

"I am not!" Wednesday crossed her arms, facing off against the offending appendage.

The two glared at each other, both too stubborn to back down. Thing continued to stare as he slowly tapped out a single sentence.

I don't like your attitude, Addams.

Wednesday's eyes widened and she took a single step back. "Don't. You. Dare."

I won't, if you admit that you miss Enid during your writing time.

Wednesday looked at the hand. She shifted in her stance, but didn't say anything.

Thing waited patiently, well aware that she would never admit such a thing to anyone.

Not unless someone made her.

Much to her denial, Wednesday shrieked as Thing jumped off the table and ran at her. She bolted, kicking the pile of paper into his way.

The distraction barely slowed him down as he chased the girl round the room. It took no time for her to be cornered in front of her bed. Thing stopped in front of her, eerily frozen.

"Thing, no!" She said slowly, her eyes searching desperately for a way out.

Admit it. He ordered, creeping forward slowly.

Her face hardened, the panic slipping away as she found a small string of confidence. "No. I will not admit something that is not true."

If hands could sigh, Thing probably did. Your choice.

He skittered forward, climbing up her leg in seconds. Her small dose of confidence slipped away as he paused to squeeze her knee.

"Thing!" She grunted, kicking her leg as tiny shocks ran up it. "Let go!" She reached down to pull him off, but, much to her horror, he latched onto her arm instead.

A weird mix of a yelp and a squeak left her mouth as he gently scratched at her forearm. She bit the inside of her cheek as a smile forced itself on her face.

She shook her arm and stepped back, hoping to throw him off. The only problem, there was nowhere to back away.

She yelped in shock as her legs hit the bed. Thing held on as she fell back, flailing only a small bit.

As soon as he recovered, Thing crawled up her arm and poked at her neck. Her eyes widened as her breath hitched. She reached up to push him away, but that's what he was counting on.

Immediately after she batted at him, he bolted down to her exposed ribs and squeezed. She jolted and definitely didn't snort.

"Thing, stop!" She spluttered, turning onto her side and trying to pull him away. She could feel the laughter travel up her throat and she closed her eyes.

Of course, he didn't listen. Instead, he found that spot.

Wednesday instantly burst into laughter as he pinched at the back of her ribs. She rolled over, almost squishing him.

"Thihihing!" She arched her back as he spread his fingers to scratch at her entire side. "Plehehease!"

He didn't reply, completely occupied with pulling the awkward laughter from her lungs. She thrashed on the bed, messing up her normally perfect bedsheets.

But, despite the chaotic reaction, she was able to restrain some of her laughter. Sure, she was laughing, but it wasn't her laugh.

That just wouldn't do.

Thing paused and she gasped for breath. She fell still, her limbs heavy as lead. She was about to sit up when Thing crawled under her shirt.

She froze, her breath hitching. "Thing, dohoHOHON'T!"

There it was.

She cackled and curled into herself as he scribbled against her bare stomach and sides. Under normal circumstances, she would've easily caught him, but with the laughter Draining the energy out of her body, she could barely move as it was.

"IHI WIHIHILL RIHIP OFF YOHOUR FINGERS!" She shrieked, clawing at her shirt.

If you have energy to threaten my life. Thing signed, making sure to keep his touch light so as to keep tormenting the young Addams. Then you have energy to be tickled.

Whatever insults or curses she planned to say died on her lips as he scratched at the back of her ribs again. She lurched then fell limp, her brain short circuiting by the overwhelming feeling. She only had enough brain cells to cover her face with her arm, her laughter muffling only slightly.

Thing stopped as soon as her laughter turned into wheezing. He carefully dragged himself over to sit next to her blocked face. He stood there, waiting patiently for her to look at him.

It only took her a few moments to recover before she put her arm down and turned to glare at the awful appendage. It would've been her scariest look yet, if it weren't for the slight color on her cheeks and the slight upturn of her lips.

Admit. It. Thing tapped out, standing his ground.

"No." She sneered, her voice hoarse.

He fluttered his fingers against her neck. She cringed away immediately. Her eyes widened as she saw him start to crawl back towards her ribs.

"Fine, I yield!" She yelped, quickly covering her abdomen. "I'll admit it, you loathsome beast!"

He stopped and waited. She sighed and carefully sat up, her head spinning only a little bit.

"I may or may not…" She hesitated, glancing at Thing. "Miss Enid… a little bit."

And? He signed, obviously smug in his win.

She swallowed her pride, glaring at the floor. "And I need her infernal racket in order to write."

Aaaand?

She whipped around. "There is nothing else, you blasted child of a deformed goat!"

Is there, though? He tapped out, creeping closer. You just have to admit that you enjoy it when she tick-

Wednesday lunged. Thing hopped back, barely dodging her grasp. He seemed to realize that his immunity had run out as she lunged at him again.

He leapt off the bed and ran for Enid's plushie pile. Wednesday was quick to follow.

"Get back here!" She growled, sliding in his way.

She tried to grab him, but he skittered past and dove into the plushies. She huffed and went after him.

"You can't get away from me, Thing!" She tossed a small elephant behind her. "We Addams are relentless!"

Thing dodged her hands and tossed a pink cat into her face. She shook her head and crushed him with a soft panda. He wriggled out and tossed another cat at her.

Both of them froze as the door to the dorm creaked open. Wednesday scrambled stand up and turned around, ready to curse whoever thought it was a great idea to enter her room unannounced.

Enid stood there, her eyes wide as saucers. Her jaw was dropped as she took in the state of their shared room.

There was crumpled up paper all over the floor along with many of her plushies. Her roommate's usually neat bed was fussed up, the blanket hanging halfway off and one of the pillows laying on the floor. Wednesday's desk chair was knocked over on the floor.

As for Wednesday herself, she stood in front of the ruined pile of plushies, a poodle gripped in her hand. Her shirt was untucked and her hair was slightly undone. She was panting heavily and her cheeks were red as her glare morphed into shock.

Thing slowly crawled out of the pile and darted across the floor and out the window, closing it behind him. Neither girl reacted to this as they stared at each other.

"I forgot my nail polish…" Enid whispered, slowly closing the door behind her. "What in the world happened here?"

Wednesday opened her mouth, looked at the chaos, and closed it again. She dropped the poodle and brushed off her skirt, trying to retain some shred of dignity.

"Thing and I had a… disagreement." She answered, folding her arms.

"Oh, no no." Enid scoffed, shaking her head. "I've seen you two have many disagreements. This was something completely different!"

"We had a heated argument?" Wednesday mended, watching as the werewolf grabbed the nail polish from her night table.

"What kind of 'argument' would make you look like… that?" Enid gestured to her roommate's attire. "You're usually so put together."

Thing tapped at the window, drawing both girls' attention. I tickled her cause she was being rude. He signed, quickly skittering away as soon as he finished his statement.

"He, what!?" Enid gasped, turning to her roomate. "I thought you were 'strong against such playful attacks'?" She quoted, grinning.

Wednesday's face flushed a slight bit more. "Yes, well, he has known me for quite some time, ergo he knows my weaknesses." She spoke in a rush, grabbing Enid's wrist. "Now why don't you-" She dragged her roommate to the door and opened it. "-return to your sleepover and forget any of this ever happened."

"Now, hold on-" Enid yelped as she was shoved out the door. "My plushies-"

"I will clean up our room." Wednesday interrupted. "Now, do not speak to any of your friends about this or I will tickle you all night long. Goodbye. Enid."

The door closed, leaving Enid flabbergasted and slightly flustered on the other side. She debated going back in, but decided against it.

She would tickle Wednesday eventually. Just not tonight.

First, she'd need to somehow convince Thing to reveal Wednesday's secrets…

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Technically, this fic is based right before An Artists Question. Weird, huh?

Anyway, I do hope you guys enjoy this and I will try to free myself from the throes of writer's block to create more content!

Have a fabulous day/night and pray for Thing. He is probably going to need it...

#ko writes wednesday tickles #wednesday tickles #ticklish!wednesday #ko's fics #sfw tickle community #ko writes tickles #lee!wednesday #ler!thing

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1106: The Sisters Meet Flint (Persona 5 x Mother 3)

1:58 p.m. at the Tazmily Village........

Ann: (Looks at Herself in a Mini Mirror Shiho is Holding In Front of her) Hmmmm.......Eyelashes on point.....Lips are chapped and perky.....Not too much blush on both cheeks.......But the hair.......(Looks Up at Shiho and Lucas) Hey, do you guys think I should keep my hair down or go for usual pigtails look?

Shiho: Either one is fine, but having your hair down for a day or two wouldn't hurt anyone honestly.

Ann: True. But I always give out good impression when it comes to my pigtails. (Crosses her Arms in Uncertainty) Then again, something tells me your dad won't like it that much.

Lucas: (Gives Ann a Reassuring Smile) You look great, Ann. (Turns to Shiho) You too, Shiho. I really like that dress of yours.

Ann: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, it looks drop dead gorgeous on you, Shiho-Kins!~

Shiho: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Why, thank you~ (Looks Down at the Violet Casual Dress and White Sweater She's Wearing) I just picked something that I thought would more presentable for our day together here. ('Sigh') That beong said, I forgot how nerve-wracking making good impression really is......

Ann: Tell me about it. I've never been this nervous since telling your parents that we're dating.

Shiho: Ann, they've known you for years now.

Ann: Yeah, as your quirky, fashion diva friend. Kinda doubt they'd ever imagined me being cahoots with their precious baby girl.

Shiho: (Facepalms Herself) I really gotta stop them from calling me that....(Smiles Softly While Hugging her Girlfriend) But there's nothing to worry about now that we got their approval, right?

Ann: Yeah, I guess so..... (Puts on a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Baby girl!~

Shiho: (Groans in Annoyance Before Glaring at Ann) Ohhhh my God, seriously!? We're doing this right now?

Ann: (Puts on a Bright, Shit Eating Grin) Yep!~ I think it's high time we retire your long running nickname in place of that once, don'tcha think, baby girl?~

Shiho: I prefer my old, run-down nickname a whole lot more thanks! (Turns to Lucas) You like "Shiho-Kins" too, right Lucas?

Lucas: I do. (Smiles Sheepishly) But I would be lying if I say I didn't think your new nickname suit you a....tad bit more.

Shiho: ('Gasps') Lucas!

Ann: Then it's settled. For now on, you'll be known as my Sweet, Baby Girl~ (Starts Kissing Shiho on the Cheek)

Shiho: (Trying Her Hardest to Maintain a Straight FacevWith Very Little Pervail) N-No!~ I don't agree to this! I overrule this dumb moment! And your kisses won't change my mind!~

Ann: Then why are giggling then?~ (Continues Kissing Shiho)

Shiho: Cause you're a cheat, that why!!~

Lucas: (Giggles Softly at his Big Sisters)

?????: I see you ladies are having a good time among yourselves.

Lucas turns around to see his father, Flint, tips his hat to the Trio with a small smile on his face

Flint: Here's hoping you enjoy the stay in our home too.

Lucas: Dad! You're here!~ (Happily Runs Over to Hug his Father)

Ann/Shiho: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Dad!?

Flint: (Hugs Lucas Back) It's good see you again, son. How's the new life been treating you as of late?

Lucas: It's been treating great so far. I still miss you though.

Flint: I miss you too. It means a lot that you came here visiting your stubborn old man.

Lucas: (Starts Pouting) Dadddd, you're not stubborn. At least, not as much as you used to.

Flint: True. (Snickers a Bit) But you'd be surprised of all the dumb decisions I made in my youth. But that's neither here nor there for now. (Turns to Girls) I take it you two are the big sisters Lucas here has been telling me so much about?

Ann: (Quickly Lets Go of Shiho) Y-Yes! (Clears Her Throat Before Smiling Brightly (And Slightly Awkwardly)) My name is Ann Takamaki. And this here is my Baby Gir- I-I mean! Shiho-Kins- Uh! SHIHO! J-Just Shiho.

Shiho: ('Sigh') My full name is Shiho Suzui. (Bows to Flint) And it's nice to finally meet you in person, sir.

Flint: (Chuckles Lightly) Likewise. The name's Flint. I farm sheep for a living, but when duty call, I help sheriff amd the rest of town folks look after the village and help keep it safe from any threat that goes by here.

Ann: Cool. (Does a Fashion Pose) Don't know if Lucas ever told you this, but I just so happened to be a young, lovely, up and coming fashioniva model~ In training, of course. (Smiles Sheepishly While Sticking her Tongue in a Bit of a Goofy Fashion)

Shiho: And I'm a personal trainer in a nearby gym at our home town, Shiyuba. It can be a pain in the neck sometimes, but I'm enjoying the experience so far.

Flint: Good, good. It's important to keep your interest in your profession alive 'lest you let someone or something get in the way if that.

Shiho: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly.

Lucas: So how's everything been treating you as of late?

Flint: As well as I hoped it would be fortunately. 'Just came back from visiting your mother and brother for the day.

Lucas: (Quickly Begins to Frown) Oh......Are you okay?

Flint: (Simply Nodded) I am. 'Shed a tear or two, but I'm already over it.

Lucas: If you say so.

Ann: (Frowns Sadly) I know it's very late to say this, but we are am so sorry for your loss, Mr. Flint.

Shiho: (Bows Somberly to Flint Along with Ann) You and Lucas have both our condolences....

Duster: (Happily Nodded) Much appreciated, girls. It's a tragedy not having them around in the land of the living anymore, but I'm happy and in peace with fact that they're both in a much better place now. And I'm also happy to know that my son here have folks like you two, doing your damndest to look after him on the other side. (Tips his Hat Off to the Young Couple) You have my many thanks.

Shiho: (Smiles Softly) Think nothing of it, sir. We're just happy to have our Little Sunflower in each of our lives.

Ann: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. We may not be blood-related, but he means the entire world to all of us. We'd do anything for him.

Lucas: (Runs Up and Hugs Both his Sister Figures) I'd do anything for you guys too!~ I know I may not be the strongest or the most smart or anything, but you two and everyone else in our lives mean so much more to me than any else in the world. You guys are my family. (Tears Starts Falling Down on his Face ('Sniff') And I love you all so much......

Ann: (Covers her Mouth Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) Oh Lucas......(Tears Starts Falling Down her Face as Well) Baby, we love yu too.....

Lucas: (Giggles a Bit Wetly) Oh no~ I made you ruin your make-up.

Ann: (Giggles as Well) It's fiiiine. ('Sniff') (Uses her Arm to Wipe the Tears Away) I'll fix it right back in a little bit, just....('Sniff') Come over here and hug me already!~ (Picks Lucas Up Before Hugging Him Lovingly in More Tears) My sweet, precious Little Sunflower you!~

Lucas: Big Sis Annnnn!~ (Hugs Ann Back as He Burst Out in Tears)

Sae: (Sighs as She Watches the Emotional Duo Hugging One Another) Honestly, you two, how are you gonna break down and hug each other in middle of public......(Eyes Begins to Water as Well) ('Sniff') And have the audacity to not Invite meeeeee!?~

Shiho rushes over to joins in on the emotional hugfest as Flint watches it all play out in a semi mid distance as he takes his hat off with a small, sincere smile creeping up on his face.

Flint: Hima, Claus, you two don't have to keep worrying anymore. Our boy here has grown. (A Single Tear Falls Down on his Face) And we have these kind folks thank for that.

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@theweebmaster31

#mother 3 #persona 5 #lucas #ann takamaki #shiho suzui #flint (mother)#himawari (mentioned)#claus (mentioned)#reunion between father and son #ann and shiho are best big sisters #sunflower trio #sweet family moment #a little humor #emotional fluff #cute romance #ann x shiho #father's month

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hockeylvr59 · 1 year

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Here With Me Part 23 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: It’s Taylor’s turn to meet the parents and Taylor and Kelsey go on their first hike together. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: anxiety, cursing, smut, public sex (sorta) // Word Count: 5,002

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Twenty Two

March 22nd, 2023

Though there was a part of Kelsey that was ready for her Wednesday lessons to be over for the season, she knew that once they were she was going to miss them. So she tried to just enjoy them, especially since there was no longer any rush to give up the ice for her uncle’s team since their season was over.

Lingering for a few minutes after her girls had all left, Kelsey skated a few lazy laps before finally taking her skates off and grabbing her bag to head over to Taylor’s for the night.

She hadn’t even realized her Uncle was in the building until he called her name from his office. Turning, Kelsey stopped at his doorway and leaned against it, waiting to see what he wanted.

“So I hear we’re having you over for dinner this weekend…” He mused, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah well mom and dad are insistent on meeting Tay and I wasn’t about to subject him to just them…” Kelsey replied. “At least in front of you guys maybe they’ll tone down the ‘this won’t last’ and ‘hockey players are unreliable’ talk.”

If it was possible, her Uncle’s eyebrows raised even further.

“So if you could be at least a little supportive and keep any negative thoughts about Taylor to yourself, that would be appreciated.” Kelsey sighed pushing herself off the doorframe to head to her car.

“Kelsey.” Her uncle stated, voice commanding her to stay. “As much as I didn’t see you dating one of my players coming, Taylor is a good kid and it’s clear you make each other happy.”

“He certainly makes me happy.” Kelsey declared. “Which is why I’m willing to put in the work and I know he is too. No, neither of us knows what the future holds but unlike my mother, I think that it’s possible to have both med school and a relationship and I’m not willing to give up easily on having it all.”

“You’re both stubborn enough to make it work.” Her uncle teased. “We’ll see you Saturday and your aunt and I have your back. Now go see Tmak.”

Lifting a hand in acknowledgment and thanks, Kelsey sent him a small smile and left the doorway to finish the journey to her car and then Taylor’s dorm, ready to feel her boyfriend’s arms wrapped around her and settle into the security he provides.

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March 24th, 2023

Bobby: Been a couple weeks since I checked in. Have you told T yet?

Kelsey: Been a little preoccupied with him meeting my parents tomorrow. So lay off please.

Bobby: Preoccupied or stalling? But fine, you need to tell him though. Soon.

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March 25th, 2023

Kelsey was anxious before she’d even picked up Taylor for dinner at her aunt and uncle’s. As he slid into her passenger seat outside his dorm, Kelsey fiddled with the heat in her car before greeting him with a soft kiss.

“Kels…this is going to be fine.” Taylor murmured, seemingly unaffected by the knowledge that he was meeting her parents.

“Just promise me you won’t let them scare you off.” Kelsey sighed, frowning slightly. “Because they’re probably going to say at least one really shitty thing.”

“Kels…I think you’re being overdramatic.” Taylor replied.

“Trust me. I’m not. Promise me.”

“I love you Kels. Relax.” Taylor assured her, kissing the back of her hand before buckling up so she could drive to her uncle’s.

Parking on the street, Kelsey grabbed Taylor’s hand and guided him up the driveway, letting them into her Aunt’s house and announcing their arrival. Her uncle was the first to meet them, sending Kelsey a smile and reaching out a hand to shake Taylor’s free one.

“Your parents are already in the dining room Kelsey.” He informed her as the pair kicked off their shoes onto the mat.

“Aunt Dana in the kitchen?” She asked, figuring that they could detour there first to grab drinks before stepping into the line of fire.

With her Uncle’s nod, Kelsey guided Taylor through the house to the kitchen, letting out a deep breath upon seeing her aunt who immediately stopped what she was doing to hug Kelsey tightly.

“It’s gonna be fine Kels.” Dana declared softly in her ear, holding her for a minute before pulling away. “And it’s good to see you Taylor.” She stated warmly to the boy standing behind her niece.

“You too Mrs. Carvel.” He replied, nodding at her admonishment to call her Dana in non-team settings.

After raiding the fridge for drinks, iced tea for them both, Kelsey reluctantly guided Taylor to the dining room where her uncle and parents were waiting.

Kissing her parents cheeks and getting them in return, Kelsey watched as they reached out hands to shake Taylor’s - a greeting so starkly different from the one with his parents.

“Mom, dad…this is my boyfriend Taylor.” Kelsey introduced.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Taylor declared before pulling out a chair for Kelsey and taking the one next to her.

“Daniel. And this is my wife Heather.” Her dad replied as they settled back into their own chairs. Under the table, Kelsey immediately reached for Taylor’s hand gripping it in her own, needing that steady comfort. With Taylor’s thumb brushing over her hand, Kelsey’s shoulders dipped a little and she let out a small breath.

“Did you have a good spring break?” Kelsey’s dad asked, thankfully throwing a little bit of a softball Taylor’s way.

“It was good.” Taylor confirmed. “Spent time with my parents and cousins and stuff. Don’t get to see them much so it was nice.”

“You’re close with your family?” Kelsey’s mom asked, her tone carrying more than the words themselves did. “Must be hard being so far away.”

“It is, but I talk to my parents almost every night which helps.” Taylor stated, shrugging it off.

Before her parents could go too far down that track, her aunt brought in dishes containing dinner and Kelsey could only hope that eating would help minimize any grilling of her boyfriend.

To some extent it did but at the same time her parents, correction…her mom, couldn’t help but throw comments laced with disapproval out there asking about Taylor’s plans to go pro in hockey before immediately jumping to Kelsey going to med school in Worcester, like that was a given and implying that obviously this wasn’t a relationship that would last because of it even if she didn’t say it in so many words.

Every time her mother opened her mouth, Kelsey felt her stomach twist and she just couldn’t wait to get out of there even if her aunt and uncle and even her dad were doing their best to calm the waters.

Taylor’s free hand stroked over her thigh soothingly the whole time and he was even keeled talking with her dad about Gary’s love of psychology that had been ingrained into Taylor and his brother, and how he was learning a lot from watching his brother’s success in life.

Her mother’s comment of “it must be nice…” was filled with implications that Taylor wouldn’t even be at UMass if it weren’t for Cale and it made Kelsey want to scream. Dinner literally could not end quickly enough even as Taylor complimented how nice it was getting to know Kelsey suggesting without words that they had raised an amazing daughter.

As soon as the food was gone, Kelsey started planning her and Taylor’s escape for the night before she murdered her mother. Thankfully her aunt didn’t try to suggest dessert and her dad read her mood suggesting that she and Taylor go do something more fun than sit there with them.

Taking that suggestion, Kelsey moved to say her goodbyes, watching as Taylor shook her parents’ hands again, before the two of them headed to put shoes back on and head out.

“I’m so sorry T…I know I warned you but god that was awful.” Kelsey murmured as they headed back to the car. “The nerve of my mother…it makes me so mad that she acts like this is just some silly fling and won’t even try to get to know you and how wonderful you are. Worcester isn’t a given, it’s certainly not the only med school I plan on applying to…”

As Kelsey ranted, Taylor caught her wrist and pulled her body back to his as they reached the sidewalk.

“Hey tiger…it’s okay.” Taylor assured her, holding her firmly against his chest. “I still love you even if your mom isn’t willing to give me a chance. Your dad seems cool enough though.” Kelsey sighed and nodded against his shoulder.

“Do me a favor…kiss me senseless please.” She requested just needing her brain to switch from dealing with her parents to enjoying time with the boy she was head over heels for.

Dropping his hands to her hips, Taylor bent his head to kiss Kelsey deeply. It lingered until she broke it, needing to breathe with her eyes a little dazed.

“Senseless enough?” He breathed against her lips, his eyes teasing.

“I don’t know…might need to try again to be sure.” She mumbled, kissing him again with an arm thrown around his neck to keep him close.

Kissing until Kelsey had gotten her fill, the two climbed into her car to head to her apartment.

Once there, they settled into what had become a comfortable routine, stopping for water before heading into her bedroom and closing the door to enter their own little bubble. Kelsey promptly stripped out of her jeans and into leggings before unmaking her bed for them to crawl into, grabbing the remote to toss to Taylor. While she had changed, he had done the same, slipping into sweats and a t-shirt making him look soft and cuddly.

As soon as he was settled into bed, Kelsey crawled beside him and buried herself into his side still feeling the embers of anger her mother had created burning away at her. She still couldn’t understand how her mother could be so hard headed that she couldn’t see how happy Kelsey was with Taylor, and wouldn't even give him a chance and try to get to know him. It was nights like tonight that Kelsey almost questioned what her dad saw in her mom in the first place.

Though she tried to put it all behind her, glad that now that her parents had met Taylor, they were likely to not engage with him for a good long while, it was hard to control how frustrated she was.

Taylor kissed her forehead a few times while watching whatever it was he had put on her tv and it helped a little, just not as much as she needed.

Sensing that Kelsey’s tension wasn’t going away, Taylor eventually pulled her onto his body, wrapping his arms around her. Though his thumbs brushed against her lower back under her sweater, she still was unable to fully relax against him.

Pushing up her sweater, Taylor started to raise it over her head, encouraged by her shifting to let him pull it off her body.

“Kels what do you need to not be so angry?” Taylor questioned. “Do you need me to fuck you?”

There was a glint of need in Kelsey’s eyes that told Taylor that was exactly what she needed.

“Stress fuck it is then.” He stated, unclasping her bra and pulling it from her body before rolling her under him.

As he kissed her neck, Kelsey’s nails dug into his shoulders desperate for the mental release of tension that had built up all week because of tonight’s dinner.

There was minimal foreplay as Taylor finished undressing her before shedding his own clothes and grabbing a condom from her bedside drawer.

Once sheathed, Taylor settled over her again, kissing her softly and nipping gently at her lips.

“Tell me if I need to slow down.” He mumbled against her mouth before lining himself up to press just the tip of his length inside her.

Kelsey’s gasp was one of the most beautiful sounds Taylor had ever heard and he groaned, sinking another inch deeper inside of her.

“T…please…” Kelsey murmured, needy for the full stretch that came from Taylor being buried completely. She couldn’t contain her moan as he complied, her nails digging into his shoulders once more. It felt so good and quickly started to push anything other than the feeling of their coupling out of her mind.

Taylor paused to let her adjust to the feeling before he started to thrust steadily, each movement filled with just the right amount of force to drive her crazy. Neither spoke, though Taylor kissed Kelsey’s neck and shoulder as he pistoned into her, her moans filling his ears.

It wasn’t long before Kelsey twitched around him, her body hurtling toward her orgasm.

“Let go Kels.” Taylor breathed into her ear. “I love you. Just let it all go.” Within a few more thrusts, Kelsey was cumming under him and Taylor grunted working her through her release before finally spilling his own release into the condom.

Careful not to put too much weight on her, Taylor kissed her temple waiting for her to relax enough for him to pull out.

Once she had, he carefully slid out of her and climbed off her bed to dispose of the condom before coming back to help her up and into clothes so she could go to the bathroom.

While she was gone, Taylor redressed before working to change her sheets so that they had a clean bed to climb into.

When she came back into the room she wrapped her arms around his waist causing Taylor to smile.

“Feel any better?”

“Thanks for changing the sheets.” Kelsey murmured after nodding in response to his question.

Pecking her lips, Taylor just pulled her back toward her bed and climbed in, opening his arms for her to settle so that they could resume their cuddles now that Kelsey had worked out some of her anger.

If her yawn as she settled against his chest was any indication, it wouldn’t be long until she was asleep which was good given that they were planning on taking advantage of tomorrow being one of the first nice days to go for their first hike together.

*****

March 26th, 2023

It definitely hadn’t taken long for Kelsey to fall asleep curled against Taylor and when she awoke it was because her body was itching to go on the hike she had been waiting for since the first tease of warm and not rainy weather appeared on the forecast.

Since Taylor was surprisingly still sleeping, Kelsey got up and did an abbreviated yoga routine, just to warm her muscles up without overdoing it knowing that they were going to be hiking a few miles today. Then she headed into the kitchen to start breakfast, a smile slipping onto her face when Taylor’s hands slid around her waist from behind.

“Morning my koala.” She teased softly as she flipped a few gluten free pancakes.

“Smells good.” He mumbled, his voice still filled with sleep.

It wasn’t like Kelsey had gone majorly overboard, just a couple pancakes, a few sausage patties and scrambled egg whites, enough to make sure that they had enough fuel to properly feed their bodies.

But she was glad Taylor seemed to approve of her cooking.

Tipping her head back to kiss his chin, Kelsey motioned for him to grab some plates from the cabinet to serve the food onto. After doing so Taylor grabbed silverware from the drawer and moved to get glasses for some juice as well. By the time he’d done all that, the food was ready and Kelsey was serving it up.

She didn’t think she’d ever get over how domestic it felt getting to spend the first waking hour with him like this, just making food, eating, cleaning up and enjoying being in each other’s presence.

“I need a post sex shower before we go.” She declared, sending him a look like he was more than willing to join her. Unsurprisingly he did so and they quickly washed themselves before drying off and starting to get ready for their hike. Lightweight clothes were layered since it was still somewhat cool and a backpack was filled with bottles of water, lunch, snacks, a trail map and a few other necessities.

By the time they were ready, Kelsey was practically bouncing with excitement. She could hike again and to make it even better she was getting to do it with her favorite person.

“You ready?” She asked, giggling when Taylor smiled and pulled her in for a soft kiss.

“Now I am.” He declared, grabbing the full backpack while Kelsey grabbed cans of sunblock and bug spray for ticks sitting them in her car’s cup holder so that they didn’t forget to spray before starting off.

She was all smiles the whole drive to the visitor center and she could feel Taylor looking at her with soft eyes the whole time.

“You really like hiking huh?” He questioned though it didn’t really need answered because her expression gave it away.

Parking, Kelsey grabbed the cans and sprayed her legs under and over her pants with the bug spray before swapping for the sunblock to get the back of her neck and hands and face given that she was still wearing long sleeves to start. Once Taylor had done the same, she slipped the bottles into a pocket of the backpack before letting Taylor slide it onto his back.

Taking his hand they left the visitor’s center and started out on the trail. The first half mile was relatively level, only about 50 ft in elevation changes over the span. Kelsey was basking in the weather and being able to get fresh air and exercise without freezing her ass off.

Continuing on the trail to Mount Norwottuck after stopping for water and for Kelsey to wrap her jacket around her waist and spray her arms with sunblock, the elevation climbed from just over 500 ft to 1100 ft in about 40 minutes worth of hiking. Needing a distraction from the slight burning in her lungs and muscles despite her being in shape, Kelsey prompted Taylor about whether he’d listened to any good music lately. Taylor’s ramble about everything new on his playlists made her grin fondly and she followed him up the mountain less focused on her own body and its complaints.

The view at the top was beyond worth it, spring blooming all over the expanse below them. Taking the water bottle Taylor offered again, Kelsey took a few healthy swigs, her chest rising and falling heavily with her breath. Taylor slipped an arm over her shoulder and feeling chilled she pressed closer against his own sweaty body for warmth as the breeze hit.

“Look at this view.” Kelsey gasped, the excitement visible all through her body.

“Beautiful.” Taylor mumbled though when she peeked up at him, his eyes were on her and not the valley in front of them.

“You’re such a sap.” She whispered. “And I love you for it.”

Stealing a brief kiss, Kelsey shifted to pull her jacket back on as she continued to shiver now that they were stationary. Letting her go, Taylor shifted the backpack to pull out two protein bars for them to recharge their energy a little bit before they stopped in another hour or so for lunch.

Continuing to take in the view while they ate, Kelsey considered how nice it was just to have company even in the silence of the moment.

After putting their wrappers back in the backpack and taking a few more sips of water, they continued along the path, making their way back down the mountain past the horse caves and their ledges. From there they continued along a general decline until the trail split off. With the main loop a little too short of a distance even for their first hike, Kelsey guided Taylor onto an extended loop that would take them up another mountain peak.

They stopped for lunch along the trail after hiking up Rattlesnake Knob once they hit a relatively flat area of trail and Taylor found a rock he could perch on with Kelsey sitting between his thighs. Idle chatter interspersed their lunch and once they were finished they packed up and continued on their way after Taylor stepped off the trail to take care of some business.

With not many people out so early in the season they often went half to three quarters of a mile without seeing anyone else. Kelsey shared a story of one of her first hikes as a kid and in the privacy of the woods, Taylor started on about hikes he’d taken as a kid with his family before talking about his brother for really the first time in front of Kelsey. It made her smile that he was opening up to her in a new way about something that she knew wasn’t always easy for him to talk about given people’s - like her mother’s - foolish expectations on things. The trust he had in her to share those stories meant the world.

It was a slight incline for them to loop back around to the main trail and Kelsey took the lead in front of Taylor this time.

After a few minutes, Taylor’s arms wrapped around her from behind, stopping her progress and his chin rested on top of her head. As he slid even closer to her, Kelsey could feel Taylor’s erection against her ass and it made her eyes go wide as a laugh bubbled in her throat.

“You okay back there T?” She questioned, mirth in her tone.

He nodded against her head but didn’t otherwise say anything and Kelsey tried her best not to burst into laughter. His body language felt happy and Kelsey grinned as his hands sprawled across her hips.

The sounds of nature and their breathing filled the air for a few minutes before Kelsey finally spoke.

“You gonna hike with an erection there, koala bear, or do you want some help?”

Taylor’s shrug was something else and Kelsey rolled her eyes fondly. Reaching for his hand she pulled him a few feet off the trail where there was sufficient covering but also relatively stable ground and a tree Taylor could lean against. Stealing a dirty kiss, Kelsey started to squat in front of him, her hands sliding along his waistband.

Quickly Taylor’s hand reached out trying to haul her up.

“T?” She questioned softly, though she continued to sink into her squat, brushing his hand away.

“Kels please.” Taylor mumbled again reaching for her.

This time she complied, hands still teasing at his waistband as she looked up at him.

“I want to blow you T.” She stated, trying not to pout over being denied what she wanted.

“I’m all sweaty Kels…” He replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Tay you’re sweaty every time we have sex…” He didn’t look all that convinced by her words and licked over his lips.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Would I have pulled you off the trail if I wasn’t sure?” Kelsey asked rhetorically. “If you’re worried about sweat there are baby wipes in the backpack, you can clean up a bit…”

Taylor looked a little uncomfortable but didn’t put up any more fuss and after kissing him for a minute Kelsey squatted back down and carefully untucked him from his sweats and boxers. It was only a little sweat and he had showered and cleaned up this morning so Kelsey wasn’t overly concerned.

Kissing over the head of his dick, Kelsey then licked a few stripes down his length before shifting to take him into her mouth. Bracing herself against his thighs, she rose on her toes to take him as deeply as possible. The sweat made his skin taste a little saltier but it definitely wasn’t offputting in any way.

Using the leverage of her feet, Kelsey worked him, sinking deep on his length and providing suction in the ways he likes best.

This was her first time giving him a blow job without a condom and Kelsey knew that when they weren’t in the middle of the woods she was going to have to explore his dick in more detail because god was that part of his anatomy fascinating and something she wanted to know better.

It wasn’t the smoothest blowjob but it was clearly doing the trick as Taylor grunted softly above her in pleasure.

Pulling back to breathe, Kelsey licked the precum from the head of his dick and then sunk back onto him as he twitched signaling the approach of his release.

“Kels…” He trailed off before spilling into her mouth and down her throat approximately thirty seconds later. Swallowing as best she could given that it was her first time letting someone cum in her mouth, Kelsey pulled back heaving slightly.

Making sure that he wasn’t too sensitive, Kelsey quickly licked him clean before using his torso to leverage herself out of the squat, her thighs now burning. Gently she tucked him back into his clothes and fixed his shirt before letting him pull her into a proper hug.

“Better?” She asked softly, her voice a little hoarse.

Taylor’s answer was with a kiss not words…the kind of kiss that was so deep she knew that he could taste himself in her mouth. Sliding his hands down around her thighs he hoisted her up around his waist and held her body against him, her arms flinging around his neck.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He murmured against her lips. “But thanks.”

After a few minutes, he set her back down and kissed her lips softly before reaching for her hand to pull her back to the trail.

Rejoining the main loop, they continued to hike along the ridge. It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before Kelsey’s bladder, which she’d been ignoring since shortly after lunch, upped its protests. Grimacing slightly, Kelsey tried to ignore it knowing that they were only another mile and a half or so from the car and it was all relatively flat or downhill from here. She hated using the bathroom in the woods, it was honestly the only part about hiking that she didn’t enjoy.

With Taylor trying to hand her the water, Kelsey shook her head and murmured that she was good, the discomfort growing on her face as they continued along the trail. Sighing in frustration because it was mostly her fault they weren’t closer to being done already, Kelsey mentally told her bladder to shut up already.

“Hey Kels, you okay?” Taylor asked. “Are you tired or sore or something and need a break?”

“Fine.” She mumbled. “Just need to keep going.”

“Kels…” Taylor stated firmly, the tone he used when he wasn’t messing around. “Your face says you’re not fine…wanna cut the bs?”

“I hate peeing in the woods okay.” Kelsey grumbled.

“Kelsey.” Taylor stated, voice going softer. “You look miserable. If you need to go, just go.”

If possible her face turned even grumpier and she pouted.

“Can we just get through this last mile or so back to the visitor’s center…”

Sighing, Taylor wrapped an arm around Kelsey and whispered softly in her ear.

“How can I help? Because I know you know that holding it is not healthy. And you look so uncomfortable Kels.”

Groaning softly, Kelsey pulled away from Taylor’s chest.

“Fine.” She mumbled. “Can you just make sure no one sees me? And give me the baby wipes and a ziplock?”

Retrieving the items from the backpack, Taylor left Kelsey to wander into the woods to find a spot secluded enough for her to feel comfortable peeing. It took a few minutes for her to come back and when she did she was still pouting but didn’t look nearly as pained.

“God it’s so gross.” She mumbled tossing the sealed ziplock into the backpack.

Pulling her against his body, Taylor kissed her head and then kissed her lips.

“But you feel better right?”

Kelsey couldn’t deny that but it still didn’t mean she liked peeing in the woods.

“Now drink some water for me since you’ve been turning me down for the last hour.” Taylor insisted not wanting her to get dehydrated because she was trying not to make herself need to pee.

Taking the bottle, Kelsey took a few longer swigs before handing it back and gesturing to the trail like can we go now.

Letting her lead, Taylor walked with her for a little less than a quarter mile, her body language a complete 180 from when they had set off this morning. Using his long stride, he caught up to her and started to tickle her along her ribs, holding her body tight to his own.

“T….stop.” Kelsey squealed.

“I will when you stop being a grump.” He said, his tone matter of fact.

She wiggled in his grip, pushing at his hands as he tickled her but eventually was bent over laughing hysterically.

“You’re a jerk.” She gasped between breaths.

“But I’m your jerk.” He grinned, shrugging.

“C’mon my jerk…let’s go home.” Kelsey insisted. “I still have some reading to do for class tomorrow.”

Finishing the last mile of the hike down the mountain, Kelsey grabbed her keys from the backpack and unlocked her car as they approached.

Before she could climb in, Taylor was stopping her, pinning her between his body and her car.

“Thanks for today Kels.” He stated. “For sharing your hike with me. Spending the day with me.”

Pressing up to kiss him, Kelsey let it linger.

“Thanks for wanting to come with me.” She breathed against his lips. “It’s nice hiking with you. Getting time alone without roommates or parents or coaches.”

“We’ll have to do it again soon.” Taylor agreed.

“For sure.”

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just-absolutely-super · 6 months

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Roll: Mayl! Can you talk to your stubborn husband?

Mayl: what's going on?

Roll: we finally have names for our daughter, but Lan insists on waiting until a couple of weeks after Sonet's birthday. Can you believe it! The girls can share a birthday

Mayl: I actually agree with Lan on this

Roll: what!? Why!?

Mayl: well remember when you were supposed to get Remix? You were supposed to get him when Patch started second grade, but was postponed because you used a longer time then planned on picking out a name

Roll: I don't get where you're going with this?

Mayl: well because of that Remix and Patch has birthdays very far apart, and I think it was great.

Roll: I still don't follow?

Mayl: remember when Remix was a toddler and had trouble understanding sharing? Do you think a seven year old and a toddler sharing a birthday would be a good idea? None of them were mature enough to understand why they would have to share their special day and party with someone so young or old

Roll: I am starting to understand now. Having birthdays on different days will let them have their own day without any conflicts or overshadowing from others.

Mayl: yes. You don't have have to deal with a cranky toddler with a temper tantrum over having to share her day

Roll: and you don't have to deal with a grade schooler being sad and mad over having to share her party with a much younger child

Mayl: on top of that, with your daughter having her own birthday you can show her off as much as you like without stepping on another child's toes and hurt their feelings

Roll: I get it now. But still, Lan and Megaman share birthday. I don't recall them ever having problems with it

Mayl: they didn't start with sharing a birthday before Lan was 11 though, so they were more understanding over it by then. Also they're twins, so I think that has something to do with it too

Roll: bet they threw pies in each other's faces on their birthday

Mayl: that seems something like they do actually

Mega: I don't get it, you really think Sonet sharing a birthday with her cousin would be a bad thing?

Lan: I'm not saying it's a bad thing, I'm just saying it would be better if the girls had their own days separate from each other. I don't know if Tempo will be like Remix was as a toddler, but she will have her own tantrum spells, and I'd rather that not happen because she thinks Sonet is getting more attention than her

Mega: I...guess you have a point there

Lan: And even though Sonet assures me she doesn't mind sharing her birthday, I know deep down she enjoys having all of us dote on her on her special day. Especially since the day of her birth was so stressful on all of us. So, I think it would be better for me as a father to focus this one day on just my little girl and not worry about sharing that affection with my niece. I'm sure you feel the same way too

Mega: Yeah, I get it, I understand where you're coming from...

Lan: There's a "but" in there somewhere, isn't there?

Mega: ...But, I'm just saying, we share a birthday and we're doing fine

Lan: Well, first of all, we both came out of the same place at the same time--

Mega: I'm 11 minute older

Lan: And 11 minutes is not the same as 7 years! Besides, we only had one actual birthday together before you got sick and neither of us remember it. We didn't properly celebrate our birthday together until we were 12

Mega: I know, you're right, I'm just anxious to have another kid

Lan: I know you are, but be patient. And this different birthday idea will be good, trust me

Mega: Yeah... Did mom ever tell you what our first birthday was like?

Lan: I saw some pictures in an album she hid away. There was cake all over us in one picture

Mega: Yeah, Mom said you really wanted some cake so you took handfuls and shoved them in your face...then you shoved them in mine afterwords

Lan: Haha! Man, I bet I was a cute baby back then!

Mega: As if, even as a baby you've always been a gremlin!

#anon #responses #mmbn hc land #crack edition

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mirahuyooo · 3 years

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Love Quarrels | jhs

Love Quarrels

—Couples fight. It's unavoidable and normal even—but will you and your husband get over it?

Word Count: 4,919 words

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Content/s: ANGST, fLUFf, romance, established relationship, mention of arranged marriage, fIGHTING, Hoseok is one stubborn bich but he simps for youu 🥺💘💞💖💗, (S/N) means sister’s name (if you don't have one, just pick a random girl name or something lmAO), Mafia AU

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A/N: MY WRITING IS GETTING LONGER AND LONGER I’M KIND OF CONCERNED??? anYWAYS, this was inspired by a dream i had a couple of months back but i spiced it up a bit for y'all (bc it lacked substance and stuff lmAO) HHWHAHAHSH trust me, my dream was boring compared to this LMAOOO hope you guys enjoy!!! ((also, the gif i used is from pinterest LOOK AT THAT COLLARBONE AAAA))

Couples fight. It's unavoidable and normal even.

Only an absolute fool would enter a relationship and hope it to be all sunshine and rainbows dancing around with Cupid. In fact, a couple's ability to overcome the obstacle standing in their way to happily ever after is what measures how great their love is for one another. It meant changing one's faults for the better in order to meet in the middle for a compromise. It meant understanding, healing, and development.

However, fighting isn't an enemy so easy to defeat—even for the strongest of soldiers.

It can turn sour, bitter, and salty all at once. Things not really meant could be said, just to hurt one another in the heat of the moment. Screaming so many things till throats go raw, but not hearing a single thing of what the other has said. Hearts aching but so furious all the same.

It's ugly—there's no better way to put it.

Which was why, when you and Hoseok had the first big fight of your relationship, the ugliness of it had led you to walk out the door in the middle of the night with a small suitcase in hand.

This was not how it was supposed to go. You two were supposed to have a nice dinner and talk about your plans tomorrow. How did it all go south so fast?

"I can't deal with this anymore, Hoseok!" you cried, palm slamming against the wooden surface of the table. It stung, but you were too overwhelmed with frustration to care. "You're not home anymore! Who's to say the next time I see you won't be in a body bag, huh?! In a casket?!"

Were you wrong to worry about such things? Why does he not care about this?

Hoseok looked terrifying—all the usual love and affection in his face and tone were gone. "If you're so tired of me then leave!" he bellows, "I don't give a shit about what you do!"

The cracks in your heart go deeper. "Fine," you find yourself whimpering in defeat. You pushed yourself up from your seat and walked out the dining room, too exhausted to reason out that it wasn't him you were tired of. It was his job.

You had heard him sigh in frustration and curse under his breath then, but he had made no move to stop you—and so, you didn't bother to. In fact, he had been by the door, watching you pack as you silenced your sobs as best as you could. His pride didn't make him stop you then and there, even though his crestfallen eyes told you he really wanted to.

In the end, the clock struck 11 PM, and you were ready to leave with a hotel reservation and an early flight waiting for you out the door. "Let's talk when you're ready to," you had told him before leaving, your soft heart relenting to the love of your life.

It wasn't necessarily an official break—neither of you had properly spoken since your voices gave out from all the shouting—but you consider it to be one that you both needed and one you decided to make for yourself. You were tired and hurting—both physically and mentally.

And so, here you are now, on a plane from Seoul and on your way to your sister's house in Jeju.

Outside the window of the private jet your sister had gotten you for the flight, the sun rises over the horizon amidst an array of oranges and blues. It was about 6 AM now—30 or so minutes into your flight—and all you managed was a three hour nap in your hotel room after so much crying.

You knew well how pathetic you looked right now—such a hot mess that even your white blouse, black slacks, and black heels look couldn't make you seem put-together as well as you had hoped. Your (h/c) hair was a bit unkempt in the ponytail you had put it in, and you were obviously hiding puffy and tired eyes behind those big black glasses. Still, you hoped that other people would be intimidated enough to mind their own business.

"Let me know when you land soon, alright?" Your sister's voice on the other side of a line was a comfort you were grasping onto. You had called her sobbing a few hours ago, taking advantage of the little reunion at Jeju she had offered you a few months ago. It was fortunate that she’s used to getting up early, otherwise you would’ve been stuck in that hotel—in Seoul.

Flying to Jeju, you were definitely taking the extra mile here, but you had no one else you trusted more than your sister. "Yeah," you clear your throat after it comes out wrangled. "Thanks again for letting me stay over."

"No problem, sweetie," she assures you, voice dripping with pity that it irked you deep inside. "It's been so long since we saw each other, anyway. So, it's absolutely fine, (Y/N)."

It was true. You haven’t seen your older sister in person at all since you were married off to Hoseok last year. The last you’ve seen of her was through the tinted windows of the limousine as it left the venue, an apologetic smile etched on her face as she waved along with the others.

“(Y/N)?”

You snapped back from your reverie, hearing your sister calling out your name in worry. “Yeah?” you awkwardly reply, holding back a sigh at your own reckless daydreaming.

A second or two passed before your sister continued again. “Are you…” she paused, “okay?”

You let out a groan in embarrassment. At the same time, your petty side grumbled an answer in your head. I called you crying. Obviously, I’m not okay.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled instead, “I... I got distracted. What were you saying?”

Some clutter in the background interrupts (S/N) for a moment, but she returns to you soon enough. “I was just about to say that I have to go now,” she says, tone a little apologetic, “Haebyul and I will pick you up when you land, so let us know, alright?”

"Okay," you weakly muse. “See you.”

The call ends, leaving you alone to your thoughts once again.

Your family is a little more than well-off—the average person can’t call up an immediate private jet to Jeju at the crack of dawn, after all—but that has always come with a price. Your father’s connections, as it had turned out, were rooted deeper than you thought—deeper as in underground deeper.

You were fifteen when you saw the guns glinting inside your father and his fellow business associates’ jackets. Later that night, you come to realize why your mother left.

You were sixteen when you were kidnapped for ransom by some small gang that your father’s men were so easy to wipe out. The echoes of bullets ricocheting off concrete and through flesh haunting your dreams from years on end.

You were seventeen when you broke down after training. Body tired and bruised, you decided then and there that you don’t want a life like this.

You were eighteen when you talked your father into sending you abroad to study for college, just so you could be far from the violent scene you’ve been born into.

A part of you was glad that your father let you be for the rest of your college life. You know for a fact that underneath all of that stone-cold heart was a father that loved his daughters, and you were grateful for it, but the mafia still came first. You realized this when, at twenty-four, you were walking down the aisle to a man you barely know.

Jung Hoseok is handsome, but intimidating—that was your first impression of him when you came to that fateful ball. You had come home then for a little vacation, coaxed into coming by your older sister. Leaving the crowded ballroom for the balcony, you had come across him there by accident. Out of courtesy, you started some idle talk between the two of you, and he responded, much to your shock really. In the end though, you could never forget the eyes that barely left yours for the rest of the dinner.

Never did you expect that man to become your husband. What made it all funny was the fact that your older sister was the one who was originally set by your father to marry into the Jungs. She would’ve been in your place, had it not been for the farmer’s daughter in Jeju that she got smitten with. As much as you were happy for your sister, however, you were the one left to honor the promise between families.

In the blink of an eye, the carefully cultivated and private life you built outside your family’s violent one was gone. You were forced to quit your job, and move back to Seoul one month before the wedding. Hoseok and your father both expressed their apologies for having dragged you into this mess, but the wedding was never called off either.

Everything was a blur after that.

As much as his expressionless face had features chiseled by the gods, however, you came to like the smile on Hoseok’s face whenever you two were alone. You weren’t sure just how many out there would believe you if you told them that one of Seoul’s biggest players in the underground likes to dance, hums little tunes to himself, and is deathly afraid of bugs, but then again, there were things that only you, his wife, were allowed to see.

Hoseok was caring, you discovered—sometimes, a little too caring that it becomes overprotective—and that he often finds comfort in touch. You soon came to know how to take care of him just as much as he came to take care of you.

Perhaps it was this vulnerability and rawness to each other that made you fall in the first place. You didn’t know when or where, but you started to look at Hoseok more than just a friend you were sharing a house (and a marriage) with. At some point, he did too.

It was a blessing, your father once said, that you managed to find love in something usually so heartless.

But love didn’t cancel out the rest of the accursed things.

In your home, Hoseok may have been your husband—your Hobi—but as soon as he walks out the door, he was Jung Hoseok, a man so feared and so hated. Every day was a gamble, and every day you’re reminded of why you hated this kind of life in the first place. You don’t get to know if he’s alive or safe until he comes back home to show you himself. You don’t get to live normally, always having to look over your shoulder and not trusting anyone else.

You don’t like it, but you love Hoseok, so you put up with it. Up until how long, you don’t know, but you were definitely buckling in at this moment.

Fingers playing with the heart-shaped locket of your necklace, you were tearing down yet again at the memory of him. You love Hoseok with all of your heart, but some couples win against the fight and some lose to it. It worries you thinking about which yours will land on.

Fate was funny—at least you think it thinks it’s funny, because you sure as hell don’t.

Glaring down at the plate of strawberries Haebyul puts on the table, you fumed as your brain instantly remembers Hoseok. He liked strawberries. You vividly remember the ‘berry, berry, strawberry’ in your head from that time he brought you some strawberries as breakfast in bed afte—

“What did the strawberries ever do to you?”

You knock out of your stupor to your sister and her girlfriend staring at you in confusion with the beginning of a laugh clear on your sister's face. “Sorry,” you stammer, flustered by your own actions. “I just remembered something.”

Damn it, (Y/N). Forget about him for a second, will you?

Fortunately—and embarrassingly—the two women seemed to understand your plights, moving on from the moment with ease. “Alright,” your sister prompts, “since you're here then, where do you want to go? To the beach, Sunrise Peak or what?”

As much as you appreciate your sister and her girlfriend's efforts, you shrug, not really having anything in mind to do here when you spontaneously went here on a whim. You weren't in the mood to exactly go anywhere at the moment, but you relent, not wanting to be rude. “Do you guys have any suggestions?” you ask.

Haebyul hums for a moment, racking her brain for ideas, before suddenly lighting up. “There’s a teddy bear museum,” she beams, “You’ll love it there! We could check it out later if you’d like!”

So will, Hoseo—god damn it!

“That sounds great,” you forcibly grinned, giving yourself a mental slap. Stabbing a strawberry with a fork, you stuff it into your mouth. The juice explodes flavors onto your tongue, reminding you of moments all too nostalgic. You nearly groan in embarrassment and frustration of yourself.

Why can't you just eat a strawberry, (Y/N)?

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The museum turned out to be a delight—the teddy bears were fun and amusing, each part of the exhibit more excitable and adorable than the last. Try as you might, you were reminded of the teddy bear you have at home in spite of your very best effort to maintain the 'forget about Jung Hoseok' agenda.

The teddy bear you have was white, soft, and fairly large with red heart-shaped paws and a red ribbon tied around its neck like a bow. It wasn't dramatically large, but it was big enough for you to cuddle into bed whenever Hoseok wasn't around—just as he had intended when he gave it to you in the first place. Sleeping in a bed with a stuffed toy was childish, yes, but you cherished everything Hoseok gave you. It was unfortunate, however, that you seemed to recently cuddle more with Mr. Fluffles than your own husband.

It was hilarious how fast your nostalgic mood turns from sweet and smiley to sour and upset at the thought of Jung Hoseok. It's one of his many skills, you supposed.

As you force yourself out of memory lane, there past your sister and her girlfriend checking their phones, were two men discussing amongst themselves. The two of them seemed to be average tourists, but they seemed to be having such a serious conversation in the middle of a teddy bear museum.

Now, you weren’t one to be so unnecessarily paranoid, but even if you chose to avoid such a path, you did still grow up in a mafia household yourself, and in such a life, you know well to utilize your instincts. Your instincts, right now, were telling you that those two men have been following you three around since you set foot into the local area. You caught sight of those green windbreakers once or twice, but, just to be safe and sure, you go to your sister.

“I’m going to the bathroom, okay?” you lie, but it was enough to convince your sister, who only gave you an absent-minded nod and hum.

While the two men were still busy amongst themselves, you quickly slipped through other people, taking off your jacket to make sure they would recognize your silhouette. You had practically circled the hall to sneak at them from behind, pretentiously looking at the teddy bears you’ve already looked and cooed at.

As expected, once the men realized you were gone from your sister’s side, they began almost frantically looking around.

You trained your eyes on a site that showed teddy bears in mini New York, but your ears were directed towards them. "She disappeared," you hear the smaller man curse under his breath. As he brought his phone to his ear, you instantly knew you were right all along. "Report it to Mr. Jung imme—"

"Where is he?"

Hearing ‘Mr. Jung’ in the sentence, you instantly asked before you could stop yourself. It was embarrassing—almost as embarrassing as the two men jumping at your sudden presence, hands reaching for something hidden beneath their jacket.

Upon seeing you there, nonchalantly standing with the denim jacket they identified you with now slung in your arm, there was a flash of relief and panic in their eyes. "What do you mean, miss?" the tall one cleared his throat as the shorter of the two straightened up.

You know now where you recognized these men from. They were the rookies you saw last month when you came to visit Hoseok. "I saw you two before," you tell them, showing you weren’t at all convinced of their act. "Where's Jung Hoseok, your boss?"

The two noticed the cold look in your eyes, and, for a moment, thought that you were much scarier than their boss. They both bow—respectfully and apologetically—to you. "We—" one of them hesitates to speak up, "we can't tell you that information, ma'am..."

A part of you—your heart, really—was leaping with joy. If Hoseok sent them after all, then does that mean he had them check up on you while you were away? Does that mean he still does give a shit about you?

‘Why didn’t he come himself then?’ said the bitter part of yourself, instantly shattering your hope. ‘If he missed me as much as I missed him, then why didn’t he come instead?’

To be honest with yourself, you really do want Hoseok with you right now. How could you not? He’s your husband and, as much as you were upset with him after the fight, you would obviously want your husband with you on this special day.

You want Hoseok with you.

You wanted him to be with you on that flight to Jeju for a vacation from the reality of your brutal lives, sleeping on his shoulder instead of giving yourself a stiff neck leaning over nothing.

You wanted him to be with you on that breakfast with Haebyul and your sister, sharing stories and giggles in between succulent strawberry bites.

You wanted him to be with you on your way to the Teddy Bear Museum, walking side by side, hands intertwined as you both pointed out at the exhibits with grins on your faces.

You want Hoseok with you—but he isn’t.

He may care, but it wasn't enough to talk the mess out with you. "Then, please,” you grit through your teeth, “tell him to come talk to me instead of having his men follow me around and spy on me."

With that, you leave the henchmen to themselves, returning to your sister, who gives you a strange look. "Who were they?" she asked.

You held back a sigh. "No one."

Time passed, your sister mentioning that you three were going to drive to this fancy restaurant for dinner after your time at the Teddy Bear Museum ended. You had initially protested against it, but she insisted, leaving no room for argument, especially since she was the one driving the car in the first place.

It took nearly an hour but you arrived at the restaurant. Through the big windows, you see red cushions with gold linings surrounding round tables. It was fancy and a tad bit romantic for your current bitter conquest, but you get out of the car nonetheless.

You soon notice something strange, however. Exiting your sister's car gave you more access into looking at the restaurant. There's no one inside.

Looking around more made you feel suspicious enough that you decided to cave into questioning. "Why are there no people?" You ask your older sister, who gives you a mere shrug.

"It's your birthday, sweetie," she simply grins as she hands her keys to the valet.

Your jaw drops at her nonchalance. Is that why she's been on the phone a lot earlier?

Your eyebrows furrowed together. "Why would you—"

Words caught up in your throat like an absolute car wreck, you gawk at what you see over your sister's shoulder. Behind you three was a man in a suit pacing around by the restaurant foyer and talking heatedly to the phone he had pressed against his ear. He turns and you get a good look at his face, proving your shock correct.

Jung Hoseok.

You had a hunch that he may have been scolding the two henchmen you caught trailing you at the museum and that made you feel bad a little.

Panicking, you focus your attention on your sister to pretend you hadn't at all seen your husband just a few meters away, but the only sight you see on her face was a shit-eating grin. Haebyul, herself, was trying to hide a giggle. "You did not," you gasped in terror, gratitude, and irritation all together.

The grins on Haebyul and (S/N)'s faces don't relent. "I did," she answers proudly, her girlfriend nodding along excitedly.

Is this why she's been on the phone a lot earlier?

(S/N) gives you a quick encouraging kiss on the cheek before linking arms with Haebyul. "It'll be fine," she tells you, "he missed you just as much as you did."

With that, they barely give you another second, already walking towards the restaurant. You stood there in the middle of the walk way, frozen and debating with yourself.

If he had conspired with your sister to come all this way, then he did care enough to pull a stunt like this.

But what took him so long? It's been 19 hours. You could've gone one that whole museum tour together!

You look back at the foyer where Hoseok stood. He was still there—only now, he was staring at you. Gone were the furrowed brows and intimidating scowl on his face. His stare was warm and soft, filled with the same longing you had for him.

For a moment, however, he stops, bowing to your sister and Haebyul in greeting as they approach the restaurant doors, before gesturing towards the empty tables with a charming smile—the one that often fooled people into thinking him harmless. So, he must've been the one to take control over the whole restaurant bit, considering the fact that your sister may have been the one tasked to distract you.

You tear your eyes from him for a moment, looking up at the sky painted blues, purples, and oranges by the setting sun. Your eyes were stinging. Oh God. You do not want to cry right now.

It doesn't help you to look back at your husband, only to see him now walking towards you with a bouquet of roses in his hands. It's safe to say you were emotional and panicking.

Where the hell did he get the roses?

What should I say?

Jung Hoseok, one of the most feared mafiosos in Seoul, fidgets before you just a good feet away. "Jagi, I—"

"What took you so long?" You find yourself asking the question that's been simmering—boiling and burning—in your head for the past 10 hours you've been in Jeju. You meant for the words to come out cold and indifferent, but all they were was a mess of raw emotions—an almost whimper.

Hoseok softens further with guilt. "I took care of something," he tells you, "but I'm here now, and..."

Your husband shyly offers you the bouquet, which you gingerly took from his possession, touches lingering around one another. Doing nothing but look down at the pretty red petals, you were able to avoid looking into your husband's eyes for a moment. Maybe then he wouldn't see you so close to crying.

Hoseok sighs before you, unsure of what to say or where to start. "I want to say I'm sorry, jagi," he admits, "I know it doesn't make things better. I hurt you, and I let you leave, because I was too prideful and stubborn."

A part of you—the petty, bitter one—wanted to scoff, but, deciding enough hurt has been tossed around, you take a deep breath and look up at him again. “You’re not mad at me anymore?” you softly ask.

Your husband’s brows knit together, his head furiously shaking in disagreement. “I was never mad at you in the first place, jagi,” he tells you, a sigh so full of regret and frustration leaving his lips. It didn’t seem like it, you thought, but you give him a moment to compose and explain himself.

"We were dealing with a particularly hard mission," Hoseok tells you, "and I was so upset that I couldn't go home at the right time at all. It was almost your birthday, too! I didn’t have time to plan or do anything. I haven't talked to you, touched you, or kissed you as much as I used to, and I got so angry with myself that night that I took out all the bottled up emotions I had on you when all you did was worry about me and my wellbeing."

It was then your husband gained the courage to seize your hands in his, the bouquet left to be tucked in your arm. Hoseok doesn’t look you in the eyes, but with the way his lips quivered and his nose sniffled, you knew why. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he says in a voice so soft—so vulnerable—that any ice in your heart effectively melts away. Jung Hoseok rarely apologizes, but when he does he means it sincerely and does everything he can to make up for it.

Stepping forth, you wrap your arms around his middle, your head now tucked beneath his chin as he holds you tighter and closer to him. You wanted this—your Hobi back with you, back to love you and let you love him.

Still, you couldn’t exactly just forget your fears so easily. You wanted something greater than just this—wanted the near impossible. "Let's just run away from all of this, Hobi, please," you quietly murmur into his blazer.

Your husband gives you a gentle squeeze. "You and I both know it's not as easy as that, jagi," he tells you, breath tickling your ear. "The boys and I have enemies. Your family has enemies. We'll have to constantly look over our shoulders."

You knew well that the most likely case of you and Hoseok escaping the mafia scene would be getting hunted down by rivals and bastards with grudges, which was why you were very frustrated with having such a life—for loving such a man that only cemented your fate into that life further.

"But I'll make sure that doesn't happen, okay?" you husband suddenly whispers, his lips now just over your forehead. He gives it a gentle kiss. "Just give me time."

Your eyes widened, slightly pulling away to look into his eyes—to see if he truly meant it. Hoseok, of course, meant it with his entire being. (He also can’t lie that well—don’t tell anyone that)

Really? The look on your face asks this, and your husband smiles—so lovingly, so sweet that it makes you brutally soft. “Just give me time,” he tenderly repeats, eyes so filled with promise and determination that it makes you cling into hope.

Tears blurring your eyes, you stood on the tip of your toes just to capture his lips with yours. The kiss burns in all the right places of your heart—passion and love blended into one as you and your husband melt into it so easily. You were stuck in your own moment—you own paradise—and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

You may have gotten yourself into deep trouble loving a man like Jung Hoseok—might’ve gotten yourself into a deeper pit than the one you’ve tried to escape before—but it is in the most sacredly intimate moments like this that you’re reminded why you had let yourself fall this far—why you fell so helplessly to the clutches of Cupid in the first place. Jung Hoseok may have been a monster—may have been the Devil himself—but when he loved, he loved with his whole being, loved you so much he would repent and turn his back against the world.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, pressing another soft kiss.

You laugh breathlessly. “I love you, too.”

Hoseok grins with you, before giving you one last kiss. “I managed to convince Namjoon for a few days off,” he beams, excitement so contagious it makes your cheeks hurt from so much smiling. A few days may not be enough, but you both gratefully take what you were given and make the most of it.

"If you come with me now," he then says as he pulls away from your embrace and gestures to the restaurant. "I can show you what really took me so long to get here, hm?"

You take his inviting hand with a smile, so happy to be able to spend the last hours of your birthday—and just a few more days—with your husband.

“Lead the way, Mr Jung.”

Hoseok chuckles a little, intertwining your hands together securely. “This way, Mrs. Jung.”

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࿐ “If Malleus had given you anything in the form of gold or diamond. You must prepare yourself. That’s a sign. You may not bear his kids just yet, but once his heat comes, it will be inevitable to stop him.”

➻ warnings: nsfw w/ a mix of fluff, breeding kink intensifies, vaginal penetration, clingy mal mal, rough sex, cunnilingus, just malleus going all out

➻ comments: it’s going to go back and forth between fluff and smut so be aware. minors, do not interact! this is The Dragon’s Temptation part two so enjoy! 4.4k words and fem reader <3

"Lilia…" you called, concerned, "...why are you laughing so much?" With no signs of stopping, the old fae continued to holler in laughter. His whole body shook as he continued to take in deep breaths in between chortles. You were growing even more concerned. It wasn't maniacal laughter, neither was it sadistic, it was just Lilia laughing in… joy if you would put it.

Silver— who was staring at Lilia and is currently half-awake—nudged his father to catch his attention; it didn’t work. Scratching his head with the same concerned expression on his face, he said, “Father. You know how laughing out of nowhere makes me nervous.”

The old fae shimmered down into small chuckles, wiping a tear or two as he laid back on the couch. Out of breath is he, he looked at you and chuckled again. His shoulders mockingly shaking before letting out a loud sigh. “It’s happening again.”

“What’s happening again?” both you and Silver asked simultaneously. Lilia looked over at the second-floor balcony of the castle they resided in. In silence, he caught Malleus, who stood and was staring at nothing; or at you. He was deep in thought, and neither you nor Silver noticed. Lilia asked Silver to give you and him some privacy, and the young man respectfully obeyed. He left you with the older fae and your husband, who now descended down the stairs, yet hid behind the wall. He avoided you, much to his dismay, and you have yet to notice the distance he has been placing.

“y/n, dear.” He sat upright and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You obliged and listened attentively. Lilia’s tone was soft, fatherly— or grandfatherly— like. Your thumb caressed the small black diamond that adorned your wedding ring whilst you glanced around in hopes of looking for Malleus. With half your attention situated in your surroundings, you looked back at Lilia, who held a knowing smile.

“Has Malleus given you anything yet?”

You pondered; it wasn’t your anniversary or was the day anything special. You replied, “Uhh... “ you bit the joint of your index finger in thought, “Give me anything like what? Be specific, please…” In the back of your head, you knew the answer. You have been married to and living with Malleus for five years now, it’s not unusual for Lilia to act like something was going to happen.

“Oh, you know what I’m talking about, dear.” There go the shaking shoulders and the suppressed laughter again.

Knew it.

You took a deep breath of air and leaned back on the couch. Your hands covered your face in embarrassment as you remembered the night before. Malleus gave you a pair of 24-carat gold earrings last night. Additionally, he was very lustful and clingy. He would sniff your neck while you’re in the kitchen, he would kiss your knuckles while you’re at the garden, he would hold and grip your thighs while he handled royal duties, and he would kiss and lick your breasts while you slept.

“Those earrings surely are beautiful.” Lilia grinned and stretched, before continuing, “Looks like I have to tell the gnomes to be ready in nine months again.”

“No, wait, Lilia! I’m not even pregnant—”

“Yet.” He cut you off with a wink.

“How would you even know I would get pregnant again this time?!” you whisper-yelled, face flushed in red. Unbeknownst to you, Malleus has been itching to touch you again as he stayed behind the wall. As each day passes by, he keeps on touching you, making sure to stay close to you at all times. It was only today that he kept his distance. He knew he would break any second and just fuck you on the spot.

“Is Faye enough of an answer for you?”

“Mama!”

Speaking of the devil, a little girl, no older than four, ran inside the castle’s lounge and wore a big grin on her face. She stopped just as your legs caught her from toppling to the ground. In a fit of giggles, she climbed onto your lap and kissed your cheek. “Hi, baby,” you cooed and rubbed your nose against your daughter’s cheek.

“Mama, mama. I found...i-i found—” she spoke, too hyper and giddy to finish her sentences as you tried to calm her down while rubbing her back.

“Deep breaths, sweetie.”

Obeying, she took a deep breath and exhaled. She then continued with her statement, “I found a mama duck with her…” she stopped and looked at her fingers, mumbling the numbers as she lifted each finger, “...four—” she showed you four fingers, “—baby duckies, and they were going for a swim! I want to touch one, but Silver told me not to.” Faye pouted.

You grinned, giggling as you kissed her cheek. “That’s great! And Silver is right. Don’t touch mama duck and her babies because she might get angry and hurt you. It’s just like how papa and I would get angry if someone else touches you.”

“She looks so much like Malleus. I feel nostalgic,” Lilia spoke and squished Faye’s cheeks. He wasn’t lying; Faye had green eyes and your hair. What made her look a lot like her father was her having his horns. She has developed into a part dragon, and her horns looked like two small bumps on her head.

“Grandpapaaaa…” Faye complained with a giggle as Lilia stopped his pinching. “Where’s papa, where’s papa?!” She looked around and even stood on your lap to look for her father.

“Ah, Faye. Come with grandpapa for a second. Playtime is over. It's time for your reading sessions. Your mother will look for your father while we read.” Lilia nodded his head towards the wall near the stairs, indicating Malleus' whereabouts. He carried the princess away from you and into another room. She even waved at you and sent you a flying kiss before Lilia closed the door. You sighed.

Malleus is in heat and Faye needs not to know about that.

“Mal?” you called and stood. You hear shifting from behind the wall and as you glance over, you see your husband. He was a bit bigger than his usual height and he had his long tail gently swishing behind him. The formal (it was casual in a way) attire he was wearing had the top buttons unbuttoned, giving you the best breast window you would ever see. As you took in a sharp inhale, he approached you.

You couldn’t speak as he eyed you; you eyed him back. Your brain absorbed this work of art of a husband in front of you. Handsome would be an understatement. “Dearest,” he sighed.

“Why...Why are you like this?” you asked, now concerned as you held his arms.

“You already know the answer.”

“I know but...why…” You moved your hands around, gesturing his whole physique while he looked down at himself. “Has Faye seen you like this?”

“She has,” Malleus said, making you surprised. “She likes playing with my tail. It gave me enough of a distraction from wanting to touch you,” he admitted. His tail wrapped around your waist and pulled you flushed against his chest. The closer you are to Malleus, the more you look at his features.

Your hand caressed his jaw as you smiled, "When did this happen?"

"This morning while you were in Faye's room. It was a sign for me to avoid you at all cost." Malleus' voice was strained and gruff. It held the hesitance of him needing to speak those words. He wants to do the exact opposite of course.

"And why would you do that? Mal. I'm your wife. It's my duty to make sure you're alright and sustained with all your needs. Do you really think you could avoid me?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I survived during your first heat," you confidently spoke. You felt the king's possessive and needy hands rub against your clothed hips. Itching their way under your dress and towards your thighs while he kept eye contact with you. "And you wouldn't hurt me."

"y/n, you don't understand," came his strict and authoritative tone. "With me in this form, I am already warning you, it's dangerous—"

"That's not stopping me from staying away from you."

"You're so stubborn." Malleus knew who he married as he exhaled through his nose and looked away in sexual frustration. Blabber here, blabber there, that's what you two are doing. What he wants is to mark you, kiss you, lick you, and make you scream already. Unbelievably horny.

You stood your ground, arms crossed over your chest as you stared up at your man. "I am."

His tail tightened around your waist, teeth gritting in frustration, "I held back on my first heat because you weren't my mate yet," he emphasized, "and now that you are my queen—" His used your chin to bring your face closer to his, lips grazing yours sensually as his slitted pupils glared at you, "—I am not going to hold back."

"I will fuck you. Breed you. And make sure you're pregnant by the end of the week. I can not and will not be able to hold myself back if that were to happen. Even if you tell me to stop, I will not. Do you understand, y/n?"

Air got stuck in your throat as your lips quivered. Either you were sexually turned on by Malleus' demeanor or you could really sense how intense his heat was at the moment. He was right. The moment you said 'I do' was the same moment you were claimed as his mate, his queen. How that sentence made your legs weak if it wasn’t for his tail holding you firm.

"Then so be it."

"y/n—…" Malleus searched your eyes for any signs of hesitance, maybe even fear. There was none. Must he be scared if he were to hurt you. You wanted to be there for him during one of his intense moments. Well, you were the one who gave him an heir; it’s not anything new that you would give him another. He only fears that with his strength and power as a fae, with him going out of control, he might just harm you.

And Malleus never wanted that to happen, not to you, not to Faye, not to anyone.

To you, this man is still your husband. This is still Malleus Draconia. Just different but it’s still him. You are his weakness; no matter how stubborn you get, even now that he YEARNS to be around you, you still have that impact on him. “Mal. I promise I’ll be okay. I’m here to help you.”

He sighed, letting you wrap your arms around his chest. “I’ll tell Lilia to keep Faye away from the castle for a week. I can’t expose her to this,” he mumbled against your hair. “By tomorrow, you should be ready.” You felt him inhale your scent as his grip around you tightened. Smiling, you kissed his neck, “As you wish.”

❥❥ ❥❥ ❥❥

“Faye, don’t give grandpa and your two big brothers a headache, okay?”

Tomorrow came sooner than you expected. Your husband is going to be one horny dragon for a week and it was hard to find an excuse to tell Silver, Sebek, and Faye since they’re going to be living in a cottage in the meantime. While you prepared yourself the previous night for Malleus—he was already impatient while you spoke to Lilia—you were also preparing Faye’s stuff. Not only did you have to prepare yourself for a rough week, but you also need to prepare to conceive another child. Faye is already old enough and you’re most likely going to give her a little sibling.

The first time Malleus was in heat already caught you off guard, but this time, you were ready. Besides knowing his sex patterns already, this new season was going to bring something new. Malleus’ draconic features showed no signs of disappearing and if his heat wasn’t sustained, he’s going to be very grumpy. You trust Lilia enough to look after your daughter. You could even see Malleus stare at his daughter while she got ready to leave. He’ll miss her, even if it was just a week.

“Yes, mama. I promise!” Faye hooked her small pinky around yours and she pecked your cheek. Sebek was already holding her bag while they waited by the door. Malleus looked at Lilia, eyes squinted as if to tell him something. The older fae just chuckled and nodded, “I got her, I got her.”

“Young Master, are you sure you’ll be alright on your own with the young mistress?” Sebek asked worriedly while he gripped the doorknob. It was a surprise to see his king in such a state, more reason for the knight to get worried. Malleus nodded, watching you approach him with Faye in your arms.

“Kiss papa bye-bye,” you said.

Faye pouted and hooked her arms around Malleus’ neck. Her father held her gently as she kissed his cheek. “I’ll have fun with Silver and Bebek but I’ll miss papa,” she admitted. Malleus smiled and placed his daughter down by using his tail, “I will be alright. After one week, you’re sleeping with your mother and I. Be obedient, am I understood?”

An overprotective father is scarier than a dragon if Silver and Sebek would ever compare.

“Yes, papa!” giggled Faye as she held Silver’s hand.

“We’ll be going now. See you in a week.” Lilia grinned while he ushered the two boys outside. You and Malleus stayed by the door, watching your daughter skip away while she held Silver and Sebek’s hands. “Call us if anything goes wrong okay? Don’t hesitate!” you called out. Lilia simply waved his hand at you while hearing Faye say, “Bebek, I want to pick fruit up trees again!” as their figures slowly disappeared from your view.

You sighed, already missing your daughter. And while you moved away from the door, it slammed shut loudly. Malleus’ hand on the door indicated that it was him who slammed it shut. Without you taking notice, you are now trapped between his body and the door. Your back faced him as his nose tickled your neck; his tongue slithered across your nape, the warmth of his tongue and the cold air sent shivers down your spine.

“Mal…” you inhaled, your hand holding onto his thigh while you arch your neck, “We just sent them off. They might come back…” came your quivering breath.

“Oh, they won’t come back.”

“What—”

Before you could even blink, you were thrown on the bed, dazed by the sudden shift of environment. From the living room, you’re now laying submissively on the bed. He towered over you, eyes narrowed, and glared at you so lustfully. “Wait—”

“I warned you, y/n.” The king crawled on top of you. His long tongue slithered across his lips, breath hitting your face as you started to pant in anticipation. The room grew hot. Your body felt like it was burning. Your legs rubbed against the sheets in dire need to be touched and fucked until you could no longer walk. Only he could make you feel this way. Your man.

“I will no longer hold back.”

And holding back he did not, indeed.

Gripping your neck, Malleus captured your lips in a hot, searing kiss. His tongue, with no hesitance, slithered inside your mouth and in desperation and temptation. Incapable of resisting your own muffled moans, and to keep yourself sane, you weakly gripped on his bicep and his wrist. He held you by your neck to keep you in place. It was his way of showing you dominance.

Breath was knocked out of your lungs almost immediately. To keep up with his addicting, electrifying, pace was enough to make you light-headed. With his knees being his support, his other hand roamed on your body. With just a tug of his finger, your clothes were discarded, ripped, on the floor. He was devouring you, really making you feel that you are his mate, his fucktoy for the day.

Moving from your lips to your neck — without even letting you have a moment’s breath — he sensed your pulsating veins. You could feel your heart beating everywhere; from your neck to your chest, and down to your cunt. You laid bare under him and you don’t even know. You felt lightheaded.

“M..Mal…” you panted.

He sucked and bit on every sensitive spot he knew would make you weak. As the rapid beast he is, he left marks, dark and bruising, at his wake. Littering your neck and your chest as his tongue flicked against your nipples. Roughly did he suck and tug with his teeth. He made them look swollen, indescribably sensitive. The hotter your body went, the more you wanted him to touch your throbbing clit already. You don’t know if the marks have satisfied him; it felt like he wanted to add more. To litter your body with hickeys that showed that you're His Highness, Draconia’s only. Waves of arousal hit you strongly as he descended to your navel.

“Shit,” he panted against your skin.

He finally stood upright, kneeling against your whorish spread legs. Your wet, glistening pussy is clear in his sight. He is hungry.

You were left under his gaze feeling so sensitive and aroused, any touch that lingered on your skin would leave goosebumps and shivers. “Mal—!” Just as you were calling out, he dove down to your cunt and latched on your clit. His lips did the work as he greedily sucked and nipped on your hardened clitoris. Your back involuntarily arched as you gripped on his horns. His hands kept your legs open. Choking out loud moans while he slithered his tongue inside your walls.

“M-Mal—..please..please! T-Too much—!” you gasped out.

It was too much, alright. Your cunt so red and wet, your hips shivering as he pushed his tongue in and out. Eating out your wetness with strings sticking and stretching from his lips to your cunt. He groaned with every tug you did on his horns. He was so good, too good, with his ability to pleasure you with his tongue alone. He was right. It was so rough. It was nothing like his first heat.

It was animalistic.

Your overly sensitive nub hardened the more he sucked. Malleus’ thumbs even spread your labia open for more access. You are vulnerable, stimulated, and submissive to him. It was all coming swiftly. You could’ve drenched the sheets with just your wetness alone. Cries of pleasure alone bounced around the bedroom walls along with the audible wet sounds that Malleus’ mouth made on your pussy. He thrusted his tongue, wiggled it inside you, hitting your spots more than you could handle. At this point, you’re shaking with your toes curling.

“I’m close! I’m close— I can’t b-breathe…!” you cried out with your body spasming. Subconsciously, you squirted just as he pulled away from your nub. Now, you’re too overstimulated for you to think straight. You panted at the intense orgasm you had. Your hazy vision looked at Malleus. He was licking your cum from his lips. “You’re ready.”

You couldn’t see his thick cock from your position. All you could do was watch; up until he flipped you onto your stomach with a pillow under your stomach to lift your hips. Your weight leaned on your knees while your arms — as weak as they are — lifted you enough to keep your head from the bed. “Malleus...wait, I’m not—”

He did not listen. Malleus rubbed his cock against your slit and without warning, he slammed into you, deeply. In one sharp thrust, he was balls deep inside you as you cried and gasped loudly. He hovered over you, pushing his hips further into yours. Your cunt was quivering from accommodating his thick cock. You have never felt so full.

“Malleus!..Nngh!”

You’re just where he wanted you to be. Under him, screaming in ecstasy, ready to take his seed. Letting him breed you until your pussy couldn’t hold his cum. And he wouldn’t stop even though it’s already spilling on the bed. Your walls devoured his cock greedily. It sucked him. You're still so tight even after giving birth years ago. To fuck you senseless would drive him mad.

That he did.

Pulling all the way out, Malleus pounded back into you. There was no mercy in his thrusts as he snapped his hips against your ass. He grunted at how you make him feel good. Breathy moans left his lips while you moaned under him. Each thrust was harder and rougher than the last. He was speeding up. One objective in his mind was to make you pregnant. It was just day one. His tail wrapped around your waist, lifting your ass higher for him to fuck you more relentlessly.

“You...take me so well,” he panted as he leaned his lips against your back. “Just hang in there. You’re doing so good…”

His cock grazed and hit just the right spots inside you; he was going to bruise your pussy with his roughness. You were growing addicted to the pleasure building up inside you. As you kept on moaning his name, his relentless thrust fueled you into absolute bliss. Fuck, you wouldn’t even know if you came again. The pleasure just never seems to seize.

His fingers crawled down to your hardened clit, rubbing them in circular motions which sent you twitching and biting down on the sheets. “Mal that’s too much!” you screamed in stimulation. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks. “Aah…! Fuck—!”

“I’m not stopping,” he growled, pounding repeatedly.

Skin slapping against skin was very evident now, the bed rocked under the both of you. You couldn’t even scream anymore, you shimmered down to whimpers and gasped. His deep groans seem to be more audible as you feel him coming closer to his orgasm. You’re trembling as he manhandles you. He really used you like his fleshlight. With a sharp thrust, you moaned loudly. Leaving your mouth hanging open as you squirted for the second, third, or was it the fourth, time.

Watching you erotically cum and stain the sheets just drove Malleus wild. It was beautiful. Seeing you filled up with his seed just urged him more. The tightness of your pussy just made him moan louder, pushing further into you as his pace grew erratic. “Take it, my queen.”

He panted, “Take all of my cum…!”

Malleus’ hips halted, ejaculating deep inside you while you’re left whimpering at his warm cum filling you up. You convulsed and continuously quivered. His thick semen already spilled out of you before he even pulled out. It felt amazing. It was so...fucking addicting. You tried to collect your breathing, left staring at the sheets as sweat ran down both your bodies. He finally pulled out, leaving you empty as you sighed in relief. Malleus watched as cum dripped down your thighs; he grew hard again.

Just as you were lifting yourself up, your husband flipped you onto your back, “You’re not going anywhere,” he smirked as he watched your eyes widen, “You won’t get pregnant in just one round.”

“Wait..wait.. Malleus let me breathe—!”

He ignored you again and sheathed himself back inside your vagina. “Mngh!”

“I’m s-still...sensitive!” You felt your clit pulsate, feeling like you want to cum again.

He moved again, just as relentless as the first round. With this position, he bit you, squeezed your breasts, kissed you, anything he could do to send you into overdrive, he did. Malleus did not let you rest. Hours and hours he bred you. At times where he’s calm, he would bring you a glass of water. Then it would proceed to another set of sex. Again, it was just and still day one. You have four more days before he’s completely satisfied.

When you started, the sun was up high, but now it was the moon that peeked through your window. It was finally the sign that Malleus was content for the night as he laid in bed in a heap of breath and sweat. You felt like passing out as you stared up at the ceiling. Your cunt was really full of his semen. “Are…” you whined, “...you done?”

“For now,” he smiled and pulled you into his arms. “We still have four more days.”

He kissed your nape as he kept you tight in his arms. You whined more, shifting your legs to make you comfortable. “I already feel pregnant…”

“Just think of Faye’s happiness once we give her a little sibling. I’m sure she’ll be delighted.”

You tiredly smiled, intertwining your fingers against Malleus’ larger hand on your stomach. Two little kids will be running around the castle soon. A happy Lilia Vanrouge would be spoiling the younger one. Sebek and Silver would have one of each Draconia child to look after. And… probably another one to come after that if Malleus would ever come to heat again in the future years.

That is what welcomed you as Mrs. Draconia.

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years

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hi!! do you know that tiktok trend where the girl asks her bf if he can temporarily break up with her so she can be heartbroken when she listens to olivia rodrigo’s new album and the bf always says no? could you do that but with peter and avenger!reader? i don’t really know how the avengers play into that but i trust you to think of something great. love your work babes <3

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.7k

a/n: hey fren, tysm <3 i do know that trend, and it always warms my darn heart. you probably meant for this to be a headcanon but halfway through i realised that i was writing full sentences, so i just rolled with it bc i have no self-control lol enjoy x

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“Peter, I need you to break up with me.”

Not a moment later, you heard a series of loud crashes and Peter stumbled out of the bathroom, hopping on one leg while fiddling with his zipper. “What did you just say?” His eyes were wild as they scanned your face.

“I need you to break up with me,” you repeated calmly, not taking your eyes off your laptop.

“Break up with you?” Peter echoed, hand raking through his hair in bewilderment. “Why would I do that? Do you want to break up?”

This made you look up. Peter was staring at you like you had just insulted his face, making it quite an effort to stay serious. “It’s just for 34 minutes and 46 seconds,” you assured. “So I can listen to Olivia Rodrigo’s new album.”

He blinked at you.

“What?”

“Please?” You set your laptop aside, shuffling to the end of the bed so you were sitting right in front of him. “I want to listen to it in full effect with a broken heart and everything.”

“I…” Peter slowly shook his head. A helpless laugh escaped him. “Um, no. Thank you.” He turned and made to return to the bathroom.

“Peter,” you whined and grabbed for his hand, pulling him to a halt.

“Sorry, angel.” He shrugged, supressing the faint tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Pleeeeaase.”

“Nope.”

You pouted. “We can break up when you train with Bucky! In that way you won’t even notice because you’ll be busy and distracted. I won’t even be on your mind.” You weren’t sure what you had said that made Peter stare at you like you were insane, but it took him a second to snap out of it.

He cupped your face with his hands and made sure to meet your eyes. “Babe, I think about you all the time.” He said it like it was a wish he wanted to word correctly. Slow and precise. Then he switched to a lighter tone that implied that he was done with the conversation. “I’m not breaking up with you.” With that he turned and left for the bathroom.

“Fine,” you called back although the water was already running and you doubted that Peter could hear you. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. You took that as your cue to leave. Defeated, you plucked your headphones into your phone and picked out a song of Olivia’s album at random.

Steve was lounging on the couch of the common room when you entered. He looked up from his magazine and gave you a small smile by way of greeting. You returned it by tapping two fingers at your temple in salute, ignoring the way how his stare lingered a little longer. You sat down next to him. When you locked eyes again, you saw the silent question on his face and let out a laugh. It ended up sounding more like a delightful scoff.

“I know Tony takes pride in being the philanthropist amongst us, but for someone who grew up in the ice age, you’re really good at reading people’s faces.” You wanted to annoy Steve, maybe even coax out a laugh, but he just kept looking at you, and you held his gaze. You were good at it—an aftereffect of living with Bucky who happened to love the same yoghurt as you did. Sometimes you put all western movies to shame with the way you narrowed your eyes at each other early in the morning in front of the fridge.

To your luck, Steve was just as stubborn, which meant that you two could’ve kept it going until death if it weren’t for the door banging open.

“I can’t believe you did this to me!” A voice boomed. You took a wild guess and assumed it was Clint.

“Tell me about it!” Another voice bellowed right back.

A second later, Sam and Clint marched into the room, furious, whereas Bucky strolled in behind them with no care in the world.

The former two were holding bags of food. Both were animated and waving their arms through the air while arguing. You turned down the volume of your phone in time to hear Steve demand, “What’s going on?”

Clint and Sam stared daggers at Bucky until Steve amended, “Buck, what did you do?”

The man in question turned around, facing his best friend in exasperation. “I asked these two to get food for me.” This earned him a snarl. Bucky waved them off and examined his metal arm, unconcerned. “Honestly, I have no idea why they’re getting so worked up about it.”

“We—” Sam gestured wildly between Clint and himself. “—were asked to pick up food for him from two different places. And neither of us knew about it!”

“Yes, neither of us knew,” Clint chimed in, eyes narrowing at Bucky who was busy flicking dust off his arm. “And I don’t know about you, Sam, but I was touched. I was moved, okay? Because Bucky never asks for anything and here I was, thinking we’re starting to bond or whatever but now I just feel USED.”

Sam gave a harsh sound in agreement.

“Bucky,” said Steve after no one had anything to add. “What do you have to say to that?”

Your gaze flitted between them, not sure what to expect. Bucky didn’t give any sign of wanting to respond, making you wonder if he had heard Cap at all. But then a slow smile swept over his lips and you noted that it was probably the most feline smile you’d ever seen. It was a smile storybook villains wore after burning down the world.

“The only thing I have to say is that I regret not having the moment they ran into each other in the elevator on video tape, because that—” He turned and looked Sam and Clint straight in the eye. “—was amazing.”

No one spoke.

“Ruthless,” you said under your breath and just like marionettes, the four men glanced you before another argument broke.

You took the chance to turn the volume back up. “happier” was playing and you settled further into the couch to watch the scene unfold. Sam was arguing so passionately that the vein on his neck was making an impressive appearance. Clint, on the other hand, had a palm pressed flat to his chest; his face showing pure betrayal. Bucky didn’t seem to care for the chaos. He tried multiple times to grab for the bags only for one of them to move out of his reach. When you glanced at Steve, you nearly lost it.

He was staring at them like his lifespan had just been reduced to ten years. He looked like he wanted to throw pebbles after them.

Nudging him with your arm, you silently handed him one of your earphones. He glanced at you and hesitated, probably thinking of the many times you had offered him a taste of blaring electronic music. You rolled your eyes and insisted again. This time, Steve took it and you watched in amusement as his brows rose in surprise.

“I like the piano,” he mouthed and glimpsed at the name of the song. You grinned.

In the meantime, Clint and Sam had decided to form an alliance. They had planted themselves in the opposite couch, digging into the contents of the brown bags while Bucky gawked at them from the other side of the room with his mouth ajar and heart ripped out of his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, he let himself fall into the armchair facing them. He looked devastated. You weren’t sure if you had to stifle a laugh or tears.

Next to you, Steve chocked back a laugh. You quirked an eyebrow and considered him only to realise the reason behind his glee. Bucky was brooding in his seat while Sam and Clint did an excellence job on commenting every bite. Nothing has ever received as much praise as that pasta, and you were certain that if this were a cartoon, there would be rain clouds hovering above Bucky’s head. As if the angels had set it up themselves, you took notice of the lyrics.

I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great but don't find no one better

Bucky was pouting, poking the leather of his armchair with his finger while stealing glances at Sam and Clint. It was perfect. Steve slapped a hand on his chest and he tipped his head back, laughing.

I hope you're happy, I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You were both laughing hysterically. The others had stopped their on-going war to stare at the two of you; their expressions baffled. The song came to an end and Steve gave back your earphone, rubbing his eye as if wiping away a tear. He rose and walked over to Bucky, hurling him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulders.

“Oh, Buck,” Steve said with a note of laughter in his voice. “There’s a song I need to show you.” You smiled as you watched them leave.

“Well, this was fun.” You pushed yourself off the couch and shook your head as Sam offered you some of his sushi. “Thanks, but I’m on a mission to get heartbroken.”

Leaving the men to their food, you wandered the halls and listened to “traitor” as you walked past Wanda’s room. Her door was open and you could see that Vision was in the middle of a chess game with Bruce and Wanda. By the looks of it, Vision was as good as winning and you reined the urge to cheer for him. You peaked around the door frame and saw that Vision had their king in check. Deep betrayal crossed Wanda’s face.

You chuckled quietly and whispered, “FRIDAY, play what I’m listening to right now through the speakers in Wanda’s room.” FRIDAY didn’t bother to respond but not a second later, the lyrics were blasting through her room and their heads snapped up in confusion.

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

'Cause I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

“Wanda?“ You heard Vision’s careful voice. “What is going on?”

Guess you didn't cheat

But you're still

You're still a traitor

“I’m not sure, but these lyrics aren’t wrong…You are a traitor.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at him, slowly bobbing her head to the music. Treason danced in her eyes. It was the beginning of a villain origin story.

“Maybe it’s a sign of God,” Bruce said and you almost burst out laughing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

“Hell yeah!” Wanda yelled and this time you bolted down the hallway, wheezing. You dashed right into Tony’s lab and slammed the door.

“What are you on?” He looked up in amusement. You simply shook your head, laughter still bubbling over your lips.

“Just spreading love in this facility.” You waved your hand at nothing in particular and Tony nodded.

“Right, I heard you asked Peter to break up with you to listen to that one album? Very dramatic. I like it.”

“See.” You gestured at him, indicating that he was the only one who got it. “It’s a good album. Maybe you should ask Pepper to divorce you.”

Tony gave a humourless laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think she would come back if I asked her.”

“Yikes,” you mumbled and this time Tony’s laughed for real.

“So what? You’ve just been walking around waiting for heartbreak?” He turned back to whatever he was working on. You stepped closer to get a peek.

“Precisely.”

“Sounds tiring.”

“I’m powered by exhaustion” You handed him the wrench he needed. “Want a listen? I think there’s a song you might like.”

He contemplated the offer and lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “Sure, why not.” You couldn’t help but squeal. You knew that Tony probably didn’t care but sharing your music was always exciting.

Beaming, you removed your headphones and connected your phone to the speakers of Tony’s lab. The first tunes of “good 4 u” started playing and Tony tapped his foot to the beat, head bobbing just slightly. When the chorus hit, he stood up and you stepped back, thinking he wanted to headbang. Instead, he reached for a tool that was further away. You didn’t miss the way he moved his shoulders in a little dance move though.

“I like this one,” he said, and you flashed him a smile. You continued working on the suit, handing Tony things you knew he needed until you passed him a plier and he froze. You furrowed your brows, glanced at the tool you knew was the right one, and cocked your head in silent question.

Maybe I'm too emotional

Or maybe you never cared at all

Looking you straight in the eyes, he flung the plier over his shoulder, opened a drawer, and took out another plier to use on his suit. You gasped.

“How dare you,” you whispered in shock. Tony had the nerve to shrug.

“Enjoy your little heartbreak moment, Y/N.” He shooed you away like a cat. “FRIDAY, yank up the volume, would you.”

Well, good for you, you look happy and healthy

Not me, if you ever cared to ask

Good for you, you're doin' great out there without me

“Guys?” Peter’s voice was drowned out by the booming music. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching in amusement as you and Tony towered on the lab tables, using screwdrivers as provisional microphones. While Tony played a terrific air guitar, you sank dramatically to your knees and impressed the crowd with your air drumming skills.

“Guys?” Peter tried again, chuckling. This time you and Tony whipped around at the same time and pointed straight at Peter.

Like a damn sociopath

You threw your arms up in the air and spun in circles while Tony jumped into quite an impressive split leap.

I've lost my mind

I've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom

Just over the fact that I really don't get it

But I guess good for you

The song came to an end, and you leapt on Tony’s table to share a screwdriver with him as you sang the last lyrics together.

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

The song ended and all you could hear was heavy breathing. Peter began to clap. “This was great, you guys. Wow.”

You exchanged glances with Tony before making a show of bowing at the waist.

“So this is what happens when I refuse to break up with you?” Peter strolled over to where you sat on the lab table, positioning himself between your legs. Tony chuckled and jumped off to grab a water bottle from across the room.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that,” you said, just for the devil of it.

Peter smiled. “Cap and Bucky are crying over a song, Vision is sending Wanda flowers in ten-minute intervals, and you are down here having a rock concert with Tony.”

You gave him a toothy grin. “I was just feeling sour.”

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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request?🥺🐺 Just when you can, Maybe one with Sam and Bucky fighting/argument maybe one almost could’ve gotten killed and the other was being too reckless and scaring Little reader thinking they might break their whole relationship apart saying such things (ya know when ur angry) and She intervening but say something like “Daddy’s are talking right now!” And arguments heated and then it’s comforting telling reader they’re not going anywhere showing little that they still love each other -🐺

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, polyamory, yelling and a couple of curses.

Word Count: 1,950

A/N: White wolf nonnie love, even your request is cute😭 you're the best nonnie in the world and I hope you like this one🥺💜💜 I'm sorry it took me a while, love, I didn't mean to keep you waiting so long. Please enjoy xx.

misunderstanding

Aside from the laughs Sam might pull from her and Bucky, their house was mostly quiet. It was always peaceful and serene. But that wasn’t the case that night. Sam and Bucky have been arguing for a while now, their voices only growing louder, and the glares on their faces deeper. She wanted it to be over; she just wanted her calm, understanding and loving daddies back.

“Dada,” she called, her voice hushed as she tried holding Bucky’s hand. She knew she shouldn’t interfere but they wouldn’t stop.

“Daddy and papa are talking, doll. Go to your room.” Bucky took his hand out of hers, waving her away before he shouted something in reply to an equally loud Sam.

She jumped but neither man noticed before she was running to her bed, hiding herself under the covers. She could still hear their loud voices and it made her heart beat so fast. Papa and Daddy barely got so mad at each other and it frightened her little self to no extent. They were yelling and even using bad words; that was how angry they were.

“But it's okay when you do it?!!” Bucky shouted, the veins on his neck prominent.

“I can fucking fly! You were on the ground right before them, begging for them to shoot your ass!” Sam reasonably argued, a frown inhabiting his fine features as his sharp voice echoed through the house.

“Well, that didn't fucking happen so why are we even having this stupid conversation again!”

“Because you never seem to actually listen no matter how many times we have this stupid conversation!”

“That's because I know what I'm doing!” Bucky barked, his finger poking his chest.

“If you're not gonna listen maybe we shouldn't be together then!” when fighting bad guys, Sam should’ve added.

But he didn’t and it made her slowly pull her head out of her blanket, concern bubbling around her heart. Daddy wasn’t going to agree to this, was he? Papa and Daddy loved each other. They could never not be together.

“Maybe we shouldn't!” Bucky yelled back, his stare intense as he looked at a similarly livid Sam.

Her heart sank to her stomach at Daddy’s reply and tears pricked her eyes.

“Fine!” Sam threw his arms in the air, giving Bucky his back and that was Bucky's cue to leave.

He walked out of the door, noisily slamming it behind him without looking back.

“Papa.” Sam heard her choked voice behind him and knew he was going to be met with her tears when he turned around.

“Sugar, go wait in bed.” Sam sighed, fingers pressing to his closed eyes as he tried to calm down, “papa will be there in a minute.”

He needed to get it together for her. She had no hand in their fight and it wasn't fair that she gets sent to bed without a bedtime story just because Bucky thought it was a good night to practice stubbornness.

“What would you like papa to read for you tonight, baby?” Sam asked, showing her the stories they had that she knew and loved all too well.

“When’s daddy comin’ back?” she asked instead, innocently speaking Sam’s thoughts.

“Soon, baby.” Sam avoided eye contact, flipping through the books.

“How soon, papa?” she pressed.

“Just soo-”

“In ten minutes?” Her big, anxious eyes stared at Sam, wanting a satisfying answer.

“Sugar.” The man sighed, not knowing what to tell her. He was already exhausted enough and it was just becoming too much.

“An hour?”

“Baby, here, pick a story,” Sam tried again.

“'S dada comin’ back tonight?” she asked, tears swimming in her eyes.

“What? Yes, sugar. Of course he is!” Sam didn’t really know that, but it was what he was hoping would happen.

“Are you lyin’ to me, papa?” she sniveled, twiddling her thumbs.

“No, baby. Daddy’s coming ba-”

“Did daddy leave forever?”

“Suga-”

“A-Are you gonna leave me too?”

“Baby.” Sam shook his head, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder “no, sugar, no. No one is leaving.”

“You promise?” she sniffed, the back of her hand swiping under her nose.

“I promise, baby.” Sam nodded, helping her with a tissue.

“Dada’s not leavin' us?”

“No, baby. He’s not leaving. He just got a little angry with me is all. That happens sometimes.” Sam explained, putting the stories back in place. She was no longer going to require one.

“But he never left before.” She cried more.

“I know, sugar.” Sam held her to his side and rubbed her back, “but he’s coming back.” He kissed her hair.

“Can I stay up 'n wait for him?”

“No, baby, come on now. You need to go to bed in time like the good girl you are,” Sam told her gently, hugging her tighter so she’d calm down.

“Please, papa.” She held onto Sam’s hand.

“Sugar.” Sam gave her one look, supposedly stern, but she could see how drained he looked. He had no more argument in him.

“Yes, papa,” she sighed, laying on her back and letting Sam wipe her tears and tuck her in.

“Good girl, baby.” Sam gratefully kissed her forehead with half a smile, “night, sugar.”

It was at least 2 hours later and Sam was still awake. He huffed, turning on his side again, his hand reluctantly reaching for the phone on the bedside table before quickly retracting for the millionth time. Bucky was going to come back soon. There was no need for him to call and bother him. He probably left looking for some space; probably gathering his thoughts, and Sam wanted to give him that. He was worried but he would do it if it meant Bucky would have a clear mind again; if it meant he was going to come back faster-

“Papa.” She stood by the door, balled fist rubbing her eye.

“Hey, sugar.” Sam sat up and opened his arms. “What is it, baby? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, can’t sleep.” She shook her head, taking slow steps to Daddy and Papa’s bed.

“You wanna try cuddling with papa?” Sam offered and she quickly nodded.

“Come here, sugar.” Sam pulled the covers open for her so she could slip underneath with him.

She gave Sam a big hug, holding him tighter than she usually would in such a heavy-eyed state and he could instantly sense her anxiety and worry.

“You’re okay, sugar. I got you,” Sam assured her, patting her back gently before she pulled back.

She waited until Papa was comfortable on his back then moved herself on top of his chest, humming at the warmth radiating off his body and buzzing through hers.

“I’m scared dada won’t come back,” she whispered in Sam’s neck, her fingers clutching his shirt.

“He will, sugar. I promise. Daddy will be here before you wake up tomorrow,” Sam comforted her, his concerned eyes glancing at the clock again. It was way past midnight already, where on earth was Bucky?

“How do you know, papa?” her knuckles rubbed her eye again as she yawned, snuggling more into Sam.

“He loves us too much not to come back, baby.” Sam’s big hand stroked her back calmingly, “Bucky will always come back.” He whispered, more to himself than to her, before he half-heartedly let his eyes close.

“Sam, I said I was sorry!”

She quickly spitted the toothpaste and washed her mouth when she heard Daddy’s voice downstairs. He didn’t sound too happy, but at least he was back. He wasn’t there when she woke up like Papa said he would be, but this was good too. He was there and that was all that mattered.

“Sorry? Sorry?!! I was worried sick about you and that’s all you have to say?!” Sam shouted, frustrated, and Bucky scoffed.

“Worried sick, right. Is that why I have no missed calls from you?! Not one! You didn’t even care to see where the hell I stormed off to or if I was okay!” He argued, his face following Sam’s when the man turned away.

“Dada,” her voice momentarily interrupted their fight as she collided with Bucky, her arms wrapping around his middle.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky greeted much softer, swallowing when he saw tears already gathered in her eyes.

“I thought you left papa and me forever,” she told him, hugging him even closer, pressing her forehead to his chest.

“What?” Bucky looked at Sam, panic in his eyes, and Sam gestured to her with a shrug saying ‘see what you did to us?’

Bucky exhaled, pulling her closer to him, his chin on her head, “I could never leave you, love. You’re my life,” Bucky said, his eyes on Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly broke eye contact, shaking his head and leaving the kitchen.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing as regret enveloped him. His thumb caressed her cheek before he lifted her up, her thighs finding their way around his waist.

“Papa was really worried, stayed up all night,” she whispered to Bucky when her face was on level with his, “and- I thought you were leavin' papa,” her lips trembled as tears overwhelmed her, “and I thought you and papa were leavin' me.”

“Oh, doll, no, no,” Bucky shook his head as her tears triggered his own, “none of that is happening, love.”

“Promise?” she hiccupped.

“Promise. No one is leaving, love. Not me, not papa and definitely not you. I love you and papa too much to ever be without you, doll.” Bucky poured his heart out, unknowingly repeating Sam’s words.

She brushed the tear he let slip away, making him chuckle fondly.

“Jus’ like papa said,” she mumbled, her heart finally fully reassured, as she nuzzled Bucky’s neck, hugging him closely again.

Bucky’s feeling of regret grew even more when he caught her words.

Sam never doubted him for a second, not even when he walked out on him to rudely end a discussion he was the reason got heated. He trusted Bucky’s love for them and relied on it to bring him back sooner than later, but Bucky only kept him worried.

“I love you too, dada. Please don’t ever leave everrr again.”

“I won’t, doll. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Sam-”

“I didn’t call because I thought I was giving you space. Of course I cared where you stormed off to and if you were okay; I love you,” Sam admitted, finally looking Bucky in the eyes.

Bucky could see how sad he actually was; how distressed this whole fight has left him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice dripping with sincere remorse this time, “I’m so sorry, Sam. About everything. I just- I guess I didn’t know how to react. I’m not used to people looking out for me or caring about my wellbeing-”

“Yeah, well, you better start getting used to it because I’m not planning on stopping,” Sam replied, trying his best to keep the glare in his eyes present, yet miserably failing, his eyes softening for his one and only James.

“I love you, and I’m sorry,” Bucky repeated, walking closer to where Sam stood, “I’m sorry.”

“Give your cyborg brain a break; you’re forgiven.” Sam grinned, pulling Bucky in by the waist for a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much it’s uncountable,” Bucky whispered, making Sam smile even bigger as he kissed him again.

“I love you more.”

Feeling sound again as she watched from a distance, her big smile was back to lighting up her eyes. Peace and calmness filled the air again and her heart was content. Papa and Daddy didn’t lie to her; no one was leaving. They were solid; she was safe.

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A Day in the Life (Lost Ones)

Summary: A day with the new parents and how some of their friends reaction to their new bit of joy.

Pairings: Platonic! Parental! Tommy, Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, Eret, and Dream x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings : (In Phil’s Specifically) Death, Violence. (Generally) Swearing

A/N: Just so you know (F/L) means First Letter of your first name. Hope you guys enjoy! ♥

Tommy

Tommy didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

Tubbo was even more clueless.

When Tommy first came onto Tubbo’s doorstep frantically talking about being a father with a crying baby, Tubbo was in a state of great concern for his best friend. Tubbo knew Tommy as a scammer and a very…bold individual, to put it nicely. He did not think his friend had what it took to be any sort of fatherly figure. He was just too young and he was too…outgoing.

The first day, the pair worked hard to figure out how to make the infant stop crying. They found out she just needed food and a diaper change. Tommy had groaned in relief, sitting on Tubbo’s floor as he held the baby feeding her the milk. From there, Tubbo questioned where he even found a child.

“She was abandoned in a basket, in a tree. I decided to be a big man about it and take her in.”

“Are you crazy? Tommy, you didn’t even know her gender until two minutes ago.”

“Shut up.” Tommy huffed looking at his friend as he stopped giving (Y/N) milk for the moment. “I can figure it out, I’m still new to this Tubbo.”

“I think maybe we should give her to one of the other guys. We don’t know what to do, we just ran around my house for five minutes trying to make her stop crying for god’s sake.”

“I’ll figure it out! Even without your help.” Tommy looked back down at the infant, continuing to feed her.

So, Tubbo went along with it. Tommy was stubborn and to make sure the baby didn’t get hurt, Tubbo said he’d help his friend. To be fair, they didn’t have to do much, it was just a lot of work to do the few things and barely any time to do the same adventures they use to do.

Tommy was determined to do most of it on his own, only going to Tubbo when he was desperate for help. Which were a few times a week. He got better and better though, learning what (Y/N) needed and when.

Tommy had managed to make a crib all on his own (with a couple of tries) and he discovered, (Y/N) liked her crib at the end of his bed. She just liked being close to Tommy often and he actually didn’t mind. He was proud to show off his baby.

When he had shown her off to the others, they had all been in various bits of shock. Of course, when he first introduced her, the first thing he shouted was always;

“I’m a father now bitch! Meet (Y/N)!”

As he would, (Y/N) would giggle and babble, his excited energy rubbing off on her. After their various bits of shock (and Bad telling him to watch his language even more now that there was a baby), they would indeed think (Y/N) was cute but give him the same advice as Tubbo. Give her to an adult.

“None of them! None of them think I can take care of you.” Tommy huffed as (Y/N) finished her milk for the hour. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

Tommy did struggle often. He didn’t get as much sleep as he once did, he stayed inside with (Y/N) more. It was a big change, but he was taking it seriously despite all his jokes. Just, no one could see it because they only saw Tommy as a child.

“Well, they’re all idiots. I know I have this.” Tommy told the infant as he sat back in bed, holding her. “Right Little (F/L)?”

(Y/N) squirmed slightly, babbling and Tommy smiled.

“Right! It’s that time.” He grinned as he stood up, going into his chests next to his jukebox.

As he pulled out one of his discs, Tubbo knocked on the door as he came in.

“Hey, am I interrupting?” He asked.

“No, you’re actually in time Big T!” Tommy said as he put the red labeled disc on.

“For what?” Tubbo questioned confused as Tommy sat down.

The music started to play and (Y/N) relaxed in Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled softly, gently rocking her in his arms as he hummed along to the music. Tubbo was staring in amazement from behind Tommy’s seat.

“Do you…do you do this often?”

“Of course.” Tommy grinned at his best friend. “She’s got to learn great music. And look, she loves it so much she falls asleep.”

He was correct as when Tubbo looked, (Y/N) was giving a tiny yawn as she nuzzled into Tommy.

“Every day after lunch, I play the disc I got when I found her and she takes a nap.” Tommy quieted down; startling Tubbo as Tommy never quieted down. “I want to find more to let her hear more.”

Tommy put her down in her crib once she was fully asleep, motioning to the door. They both left as the music kept playing.

“We should go get more discs tomorrow.” Tommy declared, keeping his voice level as he went through his chests. “(Y/N) needs to hear them all and I want to have them all.”

“You…do that every day?” Tubbo said, still caught up on Tommy’s gentleness.

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Of course, I do. (Y/N) likes it and I like it so that’s our routine Tubbo. Sometimes it takes a while though and I have to move around the room.”

He didn’t mention that he danced to the music with her though, laughing with her as she would giggle, slightly embarrassed about the cute routine.

“So, are we going to go out tomorrow and get some discs or not?” Tommy grinned at his friend.

Tubbo stood there, thinking over what he had just seen. He thought about how he was actually wrong about Tommy. His best friend really cared about the girl; his own little girl. Tommy had acted drastically different than what he usually did to make sure she was well and happy. The taller boy was actually taking this very seriously and Tubbo couldn’t help but be proud of his friend.

“Tubbo.” Tommy snapped his fingers, looking at him disapprovingly.

“Oh, yeah. Let’s get some discs tomorrow. It’s been forever since we’ve gone on an adventure.” Tubbo smiled.

He thought Tommy could do this whole dad thing right.

…

Then he slightly regretted his words in the morning when Tommy showed up with the little girl and his adventuring gear.

“We are not taking (Y/N). It’s dangerous Tommy!” Tubbo protested.

“Nothing will happen to her; I wouldn’t let it. Neither would you. And try and say no to this face.” Tommy showed her off, grinning. “Come on now Uncle Tubbo.”

Tubbo paused, getting slightly giddy. “Uncle Tubbo?”

“Of course! Now! Let’s go get some discs!” Tommy took lead.

“…Wait! You distracted me!” Tubbo called exasperated as he followed his best friend.

(Y/N) giggled as Tommy grinned wider. Tommy was stubborn but in the case of being a father, it was a good thing as it meant his baby would grow up healthy and happy and he could care less about what others would say.

Wilbur

L’Manberg didn’t have many secrets but it had one well-guarded one. That would be the simple fact that (Y/N) existed.

After the first night with the new baby, Wilbur had gathered all the men inside the van.

“Time to greet the people little one.” He smiled as he heard the commotion of Tommy trying to command the others.

Coming out, he put on a serious face as everyone went quiet. Of course, Eret and Fundy already knew. The teenager had his arms crossed, looking away from his father and new sister, as Eret gave a small smile. The other two of L’Manberg…

“Did you fuck another fish?!” Tommy shouted in exasperation to his brother.

Fundy gave Tommy an offended glare as (Y/N) squirmed at the sudden loud noise.

“Tommy, quiet down now,” Wilbur told him as he gently rocked the little girl, Tubbo awing at how adorable she was. “Eret found her left outside the walls last night. I’m taking her in as she was obviously abandoned. So, meet the first woman of L’Manberg, (Y/N).”

“(Y/N) is a wonderful name.” Eret smiled a bit wider.

“She’s so cute and small,” Tubbo said, taking a step closer to get a better look at her.

Tommy huffed, already bored as Fundy simply stayed quiet.

“That being said, we are in the middle of a war.”

The weight of everything came back to rest on their shoulders as everyone with a smile stopped holding one. It was a dangerous time for all of them, no one able to leave the walls without a friend. Walls that were supposed to mean their freedom.

“That’s why no one must know (Y/N) exists. She must be a secret from all of the Dream SMP. They’ve shown how ruthless they can be and I don’t want to think about what they’d do if they knew about her. So, beyond these walls, (Y/N) doesn’t exist.”

Everyone gave a nod at the same time as (Y/N) had started to play with the ruffles on Wilbur’s uniform. He smiled gently as her as he took her hand, letting her play with his finger instead before looking dead serious at his men again.

“I can’t have just a nod. I need you to be verbal. This will not be taken lightly.”

Tommy spoke first as he gave a salute. “You have my word, Wilbur!”

Wilbur cracked a small smile; he could always rely on his little brother. “Good, now quiet down a bit.”

From there, it was a chorus of promises and she was their biggest secret that united them. Not even a traitor would dare breath word of her place in their walls.

The men could see a difference in their leader every day since then.

He left the van more often, actually going to his own home in the walls. Daily, everyone would see him carrying (Y/N) with him in her own little uniform he made on a walk within the walls. He sang more often like he used to before the declaration of war was made in order to soothe the little girl or simply to make her smile. There was a reason for him to relax and be soft and everyone was rather glad after all the weight he had been forced to hold.

Wilbur also saw the change in his men as the days went on.

Tubbo found joy with such an adorable new addition. He would sometimes join Wilbur on his daily walks within the walls to have a chance to hold the small girl. The young boy loved to also give her little gifts, usually toys he thought she’d like. He was very excited when Wilbur told him that she slept with a bee plushie he had gotten her.

Tommy was curious about her. Such a small thing, he was certain he was way bigger than her when he was that young. Wilbur let him hold her on the occasion if Tommy asked, but wouldn’t wonder if Tommy was holding her. He had faith in his little brother, but his eccentric energy just put Wilbur a little on edge. Often, Tommy would brag to the little girl that he’d be the coolest uncle and teach her many swear words when she got older, much to Wilbur’s dismay.

Eret did like the little girl, he really did as she was such a precious little thing, but he tried not to put too much attachment to her. He had begun…he had begun a different path and he didn’t want to also betray the little girl. And, the more separation he felt from her, the easier it was to lie about her existence. Though, there was the occasion he would do the same as Tubbo and gave her a toy or two, unable to help it as it put a smile on his face.

Fundy was different. He had been an only child for most of his life and now he had a little sister? It was only natural that he was jealous and sulked at all the attention she got from their father. Their father did try to include Fundy though; inviting every day on their walks, offering to let her feed instead, asking to play his piano while Wilbur sang. Unfortunately, Fundy wanted nothing to do with his little sister, often saying he hated her, which repeatedly broke Wilbur’s heart but he had faith; he’d change his son’s mind.

“I’m trying to have a peace talk with Dream today,” Wilbur told Fundy as he shrugged on his jacket while Fundy was sitting in the front seat of the van.

“Ok, and?” Fundy looked up at him.

“I’m taking Tubbo and Eret, Tommy’s staying guard and you.” Wilbur handed him a piece of paper. “And you are taking care of your sister.”

“What?! What the hell?” Fundy exclaimed, jumping up.

Wilbur put the paper in Fundy’s hand. “I have to go and try and make peace. I have faith in you son. (Y/N) would love to spend time with you anyways. Take good care of her alright? I don’t trust Tommy to watch her for so long but if you really need help, get him.”

“What…Why do I have to watch the brat?”

Wilbur gave him a stern look. “Fundy, she is your little sister. She is a part of our family. And family takes care of each other. Now, I want you to be nice to her and take care of her. Understood?”

Fundy clenched his jaw, shoving his hands in pockets. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Good.” Wilbur smiled at him now. “She’s still sleeping in my room. That paper is what she needs and when. You can do anything with her in-between. I’ll see you in a few hours my son.”

Wilbur left; his heart heavy as this was the first time he’d leave (Y/N) alone but hope helping it float as he hoped Fundy could love his sister as Wilbur loved her.

Fundy went into his father’s bedroom and saw the little girl already waking up slightly. He gave a heavy sigh as he picked her up carefully, holding her close.

“I hate you.” He muttered as she looked up at him.

The little girl giggled and he lowered his head. She gave pet to his face to feel the soft fur.

“I hate you’re too fucking adorable to hate.” He huffed. “Just don’t tell dad. Now, come on dipshit, time to eat.”

Fundy was jealous, yes. But he could never actually hate his adorable little sister. He’d keep her safe and make her happy too.

Wilbur got back later than he expected as Dream and his goons had chased their peaceful band like sport but they managed out relatively unscathed. The moon was already up and Wilbur was worried as he hadn’t written instructions for this long in the night for Fundy. After Tommy reported no incidents along the walls, Wilbur rushed home but froze, his heart-melting. In the living room, there was a long finished playing record on the jukebox and on the couch, Fundy laid with his arm over (Y/N) securely as she laid on his chest, both of them asleep.

“Thank you, my little champion,” Wilbur muttered with a smile, gently picking (Y/N) up before putting a blanket over Fundy. “I’m proud of you.”

Wilbur held (Y/N) close to him as he walked to his bedroom.

“And you, my little star, a day won’t go by where you won’t be loved. You’re our little star of hope in L’Manberg. You remind everyone what we fight for and you bring everyone smiles. We will bring peace, just so you can see how bright you shine my little star.” He kissed her forehead before putting her in her crib. “Sleep well love.”

Philza

Walking took longer than flying but it was definitely safer for his new little angel. He had tried to find her parents, asking around with the survivors but they weren’t there. So, Phil took her with him to meet his sons. When he started this journey, of the list of things he’d thought would happen, he didn’t think he’d gain a new child. Yet, there she slept peacefully in the sash Phil had made to carry her and keep her warm rather than carrying her in his arms the entire walk.

She most certainly quieter than most of his other children had been when they were this small, which Phil did not mind one bit. When she was awake, he would talk to her to fill her world though. He’d tell her about her new brothers and how he was sure they’d all love her in their own way.

“Techno will take a little convincing, he has a thing about orphans.” Phil scrunched up his nose. “But he’ll learn to you like you (Y/N).”

He hadn’t been able to find a name either for the new baby so he gave her one on his own.

Finally, after days of travel, Phil reached a crest of a hill and was able to see a beautiful town laid before him. From the looks of some decorations, they had some sort of festival recently. The worrying part was the people in armor down below, but, a large portion of them were celebrating. Phil scanned them over then he grew a large smile. Wilbur was patting Tommy’s shoulder as the younger boy was screaming with one of those celebrating, Techno to the side smirking.

His sons had managed to figure it all out.

“Looks like we were a little late angel. Your brothers can be smart when they choose to be.” He chuckled. “We’ll wait here and let them have their moment of victory.”

He sat on the edge of the hill, giving (Y/N) her afternoon milk as he watched the crowd below and listened to the start of celebratory speeches. As he quickly burped the infant, he frowned as Wilbur left his seat in the crowd, walking away as Tubbo was getting on stage.

“Let’s go see what he’s up to.” He muttered to the little girl, putting her in his sash securely before carefully flying over.

He landed as Wilbur walked into a room in a hill behind the stage. His eyes went wide as he remembered one of Tommy’s letters.

Will keeps saying if he can’t have L’Manberg, no one can. He made a room rigged to TNT under our nation. I’m hoping to talk him down but I don’t know if I can.

“Shit.” Phil sprinted over, walking into the room after his son.

Inside were mad scribblings as Wilbur stood with his hand on the wall next to a button.

“What are you doing?” Phil asked him.

Wilbur jumped, whirling around to see his father standing there, wearing a sash, unable to see the child it was holding.

“Phil…?”

“What are you doing?” Phil repeated.

Wilbur ran his hands through his hair as he looked back at the button then his father.

“How’d you…do you know what this is?” He motioned to the room around him.

“I do.” Phil nodded, stepping carefully forward.

“Have heard the songs on the walls?” Wilbur asked in turn as he ran his hand over a few of the words. “I was just saying to myself, there was a special place where men can go, but there’s not anymore! It’s not…” Wilbur sighed as he looked back at the button.

“It is there,” Phil told him as he put a hand on the side of the child to calm her down as she squirmed. “You just, you’ve just won it back.”

“Phil! I’m always so close to pressing this button, Phil! I’ve been—I’ve been here like seven or eight times I’ve been here.” Wilbur threw up his arms as Phil stood his ground when he saw the crazed look in his son’s eyes.

The little girl tried to give an uncomfortable babble at the loud shouting but Wilbur talked over her, having yet to notice the extra body in the room. In comfort, Phil put a hand over one of her ears as he pressed her close to him.

“Phil I-I’ve been here so many times.” Outside of the room, they all could hear the sound of fireworks going off. “They’re fighting. They’re fighting.”

“And you want to just blow it all up?” Phil questioned.

“I do I think I—”

“You fought so hard to get this land back.” Phil tried to discourage one of his older sons. “So hard.”

“I don’t even, I don’t even know if works anymore Phil,” Wilbur said, his hand hovering over the button, making Phil take a step forward. “I don’t even know if the button works I could, I could press it and might not…”

Wilbur looked back, grinning like a mad man and Phil squeezed the young girl lightly.

“Do you really want to take that risk? Wilbur…” He went to continue to say, hoping to bring up his new little sister to discourage the man but Wilbur looked away, staring at the button.

“There was a saying Phil, by a traitor. It was never meant to be.” Wilbur pressed the button, grinning at Phil as the hiss went off.

“No!” Phil shouted, quickly pulling his son close as he covered the three of them his wings as the blast went off.

He winced as the blast and the heat singed and damaged his feathers but he didn’t move as he held his two children close. He wouldn’t let them get harmed.

The sound of white noise rang in their ears as the explosions slowly stopped. Phil raised his wings slightly to look in horror at the destruction before them. Outside their half-destroyed room, Phil slowly started to hear the voices crying with terror at what they just witnessed as Wilbur stood before the hole holding his arms out as he grinned.

“My L’Manberg Phil! My unfinished symphony forever unfinished! If I can’t have this no one can Phil!”

“Oh my god.” Phil breathed, the ringing dying down enough for him to be startled at the cries closest to him.

(Y/N) screamed out cries in the aftermath of the loud explosions and shouting, her own ears ringing. Phil held her close, trying to calm her down despite his horror and disappointment. Wilbur finally heard the cries himself and looked over to finally notice the little girl. For a moment, he could see through his madness.

“Who’s…who’s this?” Wilbur muttered.

“She’s (Y/N),” Phil told him as he put his forehead on the little girl’s. “I came to help you and found her. I brought her to show her what her new brothers made. What great work you’ve done.”

“What great…” Wilbur looked over at what he had done.

Behind him, he could hear the cries of his new tiny sister he hadn’t been aware he had. Phil had brought her to show her a place of peace and beauty, but instead, Wilbur showed her terror and destruction. Across the explosion, he could see Tommy’s horror-struck face at the sight of their once great nation gone. This was his fault…

He pulled his sword, holding the handle to Will. “Kill me, Phil.”

“What?!” Phil looked at his son shocked, still clutching onto the crying girl.

“Stab me with the sword. Murder me now. Kill me!” Will demanded as he motioned to the crowd. “Look, they all want you to!”

Phil was stood in shock as he held a crying child in one arm while looking over at the crowd of terrified and horror-filled faces.

“Kill me, Phil!” Wilbur shouted.

“I—You’re my son!” Phil yelled. “No matter what you do—I can’t—”

“Phil!” Wilbur shouted, shoving the sword handle into his hand. “This isn’t—! Look! Look! How much work went into this and it’s gone! Do it.”

Phil looked from his son to the crowd, to the child in his arms. He couldn’t…why’d…(Y/N) should get a chance to meet her own brother! L’Manberg had ruined his son. He had gone mad…

“I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath before plunging the sword.

Tears filled Phil’s eyes as he let go of the sword and held his son. (Y/N)’s wails only got louder and Phil cried with her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry both of you.” He muttered

He wished everything could be different…

…

Phil sat by the fire with the L’Manberg citizens, one of his hands shaking slightly as the other gently rocked the no longer crying child.

Tommy had been speechless since the betrayal he received from both of his brothers, but looking up at his father across from him, he stood and spoke.

“Who’s she?” He asked.

Phil looked at him as the others looked over as well.

“This is your new little sister (Y/N). I found her when the village I was staying at was raided and I saved her. Would you like to hold her?”

Tommy came over and sat in front of his father. Phil helped him before letting his now second youngest hold her on his own. Tommy’s face had held no emotion after everything today but now it softened as the little girl met his eyes. He hugged her lightly as Phil held onto his shaking hand with his other to stop it.

“I wish you could have seen what L’Manberg looked like (Y/N),” Tommy mumbled to her. “Wilbur and Techno betrayed me but I promise. I won’t betray you. I never will do that to you.”

Phil looked at his son sadly as Tommy put his forehead on hers softly. At least Phil knew that she’d be well-loved by the brother she got to meet properly.

From there, the next few days were made for rebuilding. Phil helped the group as best he could but he had to rest to let his wings heal and he also had to take care of his little angel. Tommy made sure the others built Phil one of the first houses so his sister could be in a proper bed.

It warmed Phil’s heart that Tommy cared so much about his new little sister. Tommy would visit the pair occasionally just to see her, Phil giving him a little bit of trust to take care of her. Of course, Tommy used that trust to be his usual self and brag about how cute his little sister was to anyone that would listen to the boy’s antics. Though many couldn’t deny the boy, she was a very cute little girl and often brought smiles to other’s faces.

Phil was glad that his quiet little girl could bring joy to people that had been through so much. He just wished that she had had a chance to bring smiles to those that didn’t walk beside them any more…

Technoblade

“Phil,” Techno called on his walkie, trying to quiet down the girl crying in his arms.

“Yes?” Phil answered.

“She won’t stop crying,” Techno told him, Phil, able to hear the girl, chuckling quietly to himself. “Don’t laugh at this!”

“Sorry, sorry. Alright, you feed and changed her right?” The older man listed.

“Yes.” He had done it a few minutes ago, on his usual schedule to do so.

“Did you burp her after she ate?”

Techno paused and huffed before burping the child, the cries dying down after she released the gas that had built up.

“I forgot, she stopped.”

“Good. Just relax now, alright Techno?”

“Yeah.” Techno sighed as he put his walkie away, looking down at the little girl. “What now brat?”

It was often that Techno called his father to ask what to do. To put it simply, he was worried he’d fuck this all up. He had never exactly taken care of a child before; it had been all anarchy and blood before he decided on retirement. Hell, he barely ever took care of Tommy when he was a child, that was usually Wilbur’s thing.

He didn’t know the first thing he was doing nor did the voices. They always threw out different ideas contradicting each other. So, Techno always did his best and when it didn’t seem like enough, he went immediately to Phil.

When he did have things under control though, it was just any other day. Brew some potions out of habit, take care of the animals before collecting food for himself and milk for (Y/N), and trade with some of the villagers close by. The only difference was that he brought (Y/N) with him while he did anything.

To his relief, she was a quiet child and didn’t mind his quiet nature. She didn’t need pointless noise to be happy so he could just simply work. Techno did get Phil to make her a warmer outfit and Phil took it seriously but also made it a joke. He made her a pink outfit from wool and leather and with a bit extra, put fake pig ears on the hood of the outfit, which Techno would never admit looked adorable on her out loud.

He most certainly didn’t put it on her even if they weren’t going out that day, why would anyone think that?

Phil most certainly did spoil her though when he would come over. He’d always have something new for the little girl, clothes, and toys. His father also often tried to discourage Techno from using some of his nicknames for his child when the older man was over, such as brat.

(Y/N) yawned quietly and Techno chuckled, a small smile cracking on his face.

“Tired early huh? Yeah, ok, I can use a nap.” He nodded as he went up to his bedroom.

He sat on his bed, leaning back on the headboard as he racked his brain for their daily ritual.

“I got a good one today.” He laughed quietly. “Let me tell you about the story of Theseus.”

Every nap and bedtime, there was always a story for Techno to tell. Sometimes he’d tell her about his adventures around the world, about the places he conquered. There were other days when he’d tell her about myths he had memorized. It was when he’d talk the most to the little girl and he rather enjoyed these moments in his day.

It was their special little thing and he wouldn’t ever want to miss them.

Close to the end of the story, he stopped as he noticed (Y/N) was asleep. He nodded as he laid back, resting her carefully on his chest.

A crib was one thing Techno had not invested his time in. He didn’t move in his sleep and it was rare for the little girl to move in hers. So, he slept with her on his chest, giving him and the voices a better piece of mind. No one knew where he was, but he was still paranoid. This was the safest place for her.

“Sleep well little goddess,” Techno muttered, a hand on her back.

Despite the trials, he didn’t mind being a father.

Eret

Eret put a small flower crown on the infant’s head that matched the one he was wearing, smiling as she giggled, before picking her up, continuing on their daily walk through the SMP.

It was a lot of trial and error with the pair but Eret was a quick learner and adapted to the needs of his new child. He didn’t do as much as he once did with his friends, fewer prank wars with Fundy, and less involvement with Tommy’s antics, but he didn’t mind. He spent those hours with his little princess now; taking walks with her, playing with her along the way and in the castle, and making clothes that made her the adorable princess that she.

Of course, he did still sometimes get involved.

“Eret!” Tommy yelled on the walkie.

Eret chuckled as he took it from his pocket. “It seems Tommy is having troubles again princess.” She gave a babble and Eret nodded. “You’re very right. Let’s see what he needs. Yes, Tommy?”

“I need your help at my base ASAP!” Tommy demanded.

“It’s nothing dangerous right?” He asked.

“Of course not, now if you could hurry.”

He shook his head chuckling. “Alright, I’m on my way.”

Putting the walkie away, he hugged his little girl lightly as he changed direction.

“Sorry princess, we need to go check on Tommy. I know you won’t mind though.”

There were other times that had happened similarly and Eret would take (Y/N) with him to meet the younger boy. The younger boy’s energy would rub off on the infant and she would get excited as well, babbling and giggling constantly. As long as nothing dangerous was going on, Eret was glad to bring (Y/N) over as it always brought a smile to his face at how adorable she’d get.

Walking onto Tommy's property, he saw the young boy waiting impatiently outside his dirt home.

“There you are! You brought the brat?” He huffed.

“Come now, Tommy. (Y/N) loves being around you, at least be kind to her.” Eret smiled, knowing the boy meant no ill will.

“Right, now!” Tommy said dramatically as he opened the door to his base. “I need to make a plan!”

Following him in, he saw Tubbo was also there looking over a paper with Tommy’s handwriting on it. Tubbo looked up as they came in and grinned seeing the little girl in Eret’s arms.

“You brought (Y/N)!” Tubbo exclaimed excitedly as he came over. “Can I hold her?”

Eret laughed as he nodded, helping the other boy hold her. Tubbo enjoyed seeing the little girl, loving to play with her and spend time with her. There were times when Eret would let Tubbo babysit his princess so he could do a few more dangerous tasks.

“You got a little crown, you’re really a princess now.” Tubbo grinned as the girl babbled at him.

“We’re not here for (Y/N), we’re here to plan!” Tommy protested now.

Tommy didn’t mind the small child, he just got annoyed when the focus would come off him.

Focus went back on Tommy but Eret left after a little while to give (Y/N) her lunch for the day. She had gotten energetic after seeing the two boys, babbling and giggling as Eret played with her on the walk back. As they got back to his castle, he saw a wrapped package and note at the main door. Picking it up, he saw it was Fundy’s handwriting.

You stand no chance, it’s for (Y/N)

He raised an eyebrow, opening the package then laughed.

“It seems Fundy wishes to make you love him more than me.” Eret showed her the fox plushy, making her eyes sparkle as he gave it to her. “But I know that you’ll always love me, princess.” He booped her nose, (Y/N) looking at his sunglasses, babbling. “That’s right. I think this prank was an automatic failure. I love you princess.”

Dream

“Come on (Y/N), you just got to hold out your hands to me,” Sapnap told the infant in the crib at the community house.

“No, she’s going to me,” George argued.

The little girl looked between the two as they went between bickering and encouraging her to hold her hands out to them. Then she looked directly between them and held her arms out giggling.

“What?” George looked behind them and yelped seeing Dream.

“What are you idiots doing?” Dream laughed as he picked up his daughter.

“We were trying to get (Y/N) to choose her favorite uncle, but then you ruined it.” Sapnap huffed, crossing his arms.

“Well, I am her favorite person.” Dream bragged as he pulled his mask up while looking at the little girl. “Peek-a-boo.”

The girl gave a little squeal of laughter and Dream chuckled rubbing his nose against hers.

“She loves both of you idiots.” Dream told them, put his mask back on. “You’re her uncles.”

“Yeah, but I got to prove Uncle Sapnap is the best.” Sapnap pointed to himself.

“No! I’m better than you of course.”

The two bickered and Dream shook his head at his friends before leaving the community house.

“Your uncles are stupid.” Dream whispered to the little girl, tickling her stomach making her giggle. “Why don’t we go look at what the new people have built today, sound good sweetheart?”

After Dream had taken in the little girl, his life had most certainly brightened more as their world around them grew. She was a constant ball of happiness that always made Dream and his friends smile. Of course, they had to power through learning how to take care of a baby, a lot of screaming coming from all parties the first night they had the child. But they were starting to get the hang of it.

One thing Dream loved to do that always seemed to please the little girl was taking her around to see the new buildings that were slowly starting to appear as more people joined their land of the SMP. She seemed to like taking in the new sights so Dream took her whenever someone new came or a new build appeared.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with your uncles when you get older. They’re going to be falling over each other to get your attention.” Dream told her as he walked. “I think they think I’ll like whoever wins. You’re my special little girl after all. But what they don’t know, is I don’t care as long as you’re happy.”

It was very true that Dream’s two best friends were always falling each other to get the attention of the infant already. They got her many things to win her over, having similar competitions when Dream wasn’t looking. Right now, the score was even.

To try and balance the two-out, Dream would alternate on who he took out for dangerous adventures and who would stay with his little girl. He couldn’t send the both of them on their own, unfortunately, least one of them “trips” into a lava pool.

Dream stopped on the edge of the new property, (Y/N) looking at the colorful flowers decorating it.

He was a bit hesitant to show her off to others as he wasn’t the most trusting but if they were going to be part of his land, he would introduce her out principle. He did say she was going to be the princess of his land.

“No new faces today doesn’t seem Tommy is around.” Dream said to her. “We’ll see him later I’m sure. How about we go visit Punz for a bit?”

He walked away from the property. There were so many people on his land now, he was sure it would become a bright place where his little princess could always be happy.

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