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#the first time you snuggle with her and her sleep is peaceful she's so relieved

chuunai · 4 months

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Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

#bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #aspiring writer #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuunai #fanfic #dazai x reader #dazaibsd #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #bsd fluff #fluff #bsd tag #bsd

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the-sweet-madame · 3 months

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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ (𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

(Let me defend myself by saying this is one of my earlier fics that I forgot about 🧍so it's really bad lmao)

Warnings: None.

Summary: You couldn't sleep, so you call for Xiao.

Female reader! Happy reading :)

[Y/N] stared at the ceiling, counting all the cracks there was before losing count and starting again. How long has it been? Hours? A light groan erupted from her lips as she tossed and turned. She thought maybe she could bore herself to sleep but no! The world hated her, as always. She found herself huffing in annoyance, perhaps was it the lack of warmth or comfortableness? Or was it both?

Or did the Archons feel like making everything harder for her? Sleep was the only escape from such troubles.

She gazed back into the darkness, the darkness reminding her of a certain male. Xiao. His eyes displayed no emotions, only darkness that rivalled the night sky. [Y/N] softly smiled at the mental image of him, he was truly a view to behold. His rich amber orbs glimmered with such horror, hiding away the deepest secrets of the world. His skin fair and pale like snow, pillowy to the touch. His green frosted tips always danced with the breeze alongside with his mask, softer than wool and silkier than Eri Silk, it made her envious.

"If you awake to a knife at your throat. If monsters dig their claws into you. If death comes knocking at your door, call out my name, Adeptus Xiao. And I will be there when you call," He spoke with his usual cold tone, his gaze piercing a hole into her skull before he hid away his face with his mask, disappearing into thin air, leaving the (H/C)-haired girl speechless.

She chuckled at the memory. That was probably the first time he spoke more than one sentence to her. She found it funny when he waited for her to abandon him, who the hell said she was going to leave a precious find like him? Only such fools would. And when he finally realised that. He begun to warm up to her to the point where he shared his Almond Tofu with her.

"Xiao," She whispered to the darkness.

With a gust of air, the adeptus stood in front of her, spear in hand, ready to fight off any monster. His eyes widened when all he saw was the female resting on her bed. Of course, he was relieved that no harm overcame her, but it irked him that she called him for no reason.

"There is no danger, why have you called for me?" The said male glared at her through his mask, giving [Y/N] shivers even though she couldn't see him.

"I couldn't sleep," She replied, snuggling deeper into the covers.

His sigh was laced with annoyance, "Why are you mortals so bothersome?"

He would admit that she was quite the bold one, she was truly extraordinary for a mere mortal. Her presence was overwhelming, not like his, fearsome and full of hatred. It was more of a peaceful one. With a mix of excitement, which explained her bubbliness.

"Awh, do you not love me?" Her tone mocked sorrow as she stifled a chuckle.

The sound of light footsteps approached her, leaving her question unanswered as he set his polearm against the wall and his mask on her bedside table.

"Move over."

His demand left the female shocked, he never did anything like this, but she wasn't complaining. After all, she wanted this anyways. She shuffled under the covers, lifting up the heap blankets for him to come in. The mattress dipped next to her as the adeptus laid next to her, his face inches away from hers. His hair sprawled over her pillow as her gaze trailed down to his lips. The corners of his lips barely tugged upwards; they were sternly pulled into a thin line all the time.

His arms slithered around her waist, pulling her into his chest, "Stupid mortal, always messing with my head," He mumbled softly as he watched her eyelids hide away her (e/c) hues. Seeing her so peaceful gave him a sense of warmth somehow. He raised his hand to ghostly caress her cheek, his touch could be compared to a feathers'.

"Go to sleep, I will be here."

[y/n] smiled, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his words and the affection given from him, she knew she was the only one he trusted enough for him to do so. And she was grateful for it.

"Goodnight, Xiao," She whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber.

#genshin #genshin impact #mihoyo #fluff #hoyoverse #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #xiao #alatus #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #xiao genshin impact #i love him

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writteninsunflowers · 22 days

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Soft Nights

Rain tapped perpetually against the window of the Bakugou house. The sound usually lulls you into a deeper sleep, instead, it jolts you awake, eyes slowly looking around the dark bedroom. Once your eyes adjust to the light from the mini nightlight, you realize that you're alone. Katsuki, your husband had come home after a hard day of hero work, showered, fed, and played with your daughter, Kiyomi, then climbed in bed after one last look into her bedroom. It was rare to wake up and not find Katsuki still cuddled into your back.

Sure when he was still a rookie, he'd be out late still completing paperwork, and dealing with constant complaints from his boss, now with seven years under his belt, his shared agency with Izuku, and now with a wife and child at home, he'd made it his duty to be home before 10 p.m. every night. You search blindly for your phone, tapping the screen to check the time, 1:51 a.m., just a few minutes short of the time your body would usually wake you to check in on Kiyomi. Maybe Katsuki had been called in for a late-night mission, or he might be in your home office reading over a case. You pad into the bathroom to relieve your bladder, then head toward the nursery. Once inside, you turn on the lamp, already prepping the changing table when you notice that the crib is empty. Exiting the room, you walk toward the opposite end of the house, your steps halting once you've reached the threshold of your living room. A smile graces your face as you stand against the wall, hiding in the shadows. You watch silently as Katsuki paces the floor, your daughter curled into his chest, right over his heart as he hums a tune that you're sure that you've heard his mother hum to Kiyomi as she rocked her to sleep. Your heart soars, continuing to watch Katsuki as he sways side to side.

Only a handful of people have ever seen your husband in such a peaceful state, blond brows relaxed, his normal scowl replaced with a soft smile. Anyone who knew the man personally knew that the angel in his arms was his peace. She and her mother were his world, his life, and the reason to be a better man. Katsuki may have been one of the Top 5 pro heroes, an accomplishment he is proud of, though he still had days when he felt that being a hero was just too much. He still had nightmares of the occasional civilian deaths and his kidnapping by the L.O.V. in high school. Katsuki was grateful that you encouraged him, even if it did take him six months of denial, three arguments that led to many nights of sleeping on the couch in the office with no sex. The trait that he admired the most about you was your passion. When you were passionate about something, you did not give up, and you were pretty damned passionate about your family and friends and their well-being. So when you'd finally grown tired of the tossing and turning and the sleepless nights, you scheduled Katsuki's first therapy session. Of course, the stubborn bull by the name of Katsuki made that difficult. It took him about two months to finally open up and almost a full year to understand that some things were out of his control and that he was indeed deserving of love and forgiveness. He eventually invited Izuku, who had forgiven him years ago, but appeased him anyway. Eventually, Katsuki started to smile more around his family and friends, a sense of calmness overtaking him when in the presence of his loved ones.

Katsuki's eyes open, taking in the peaceful look on his daughter's face. She smiled as she slumbered, snuggling deeper into her father's warm chest. He fingers at thick chestnut curls, placing a soft kiss into her hair. Deciding that it was now time to put Kiyomi in her crib, he grabs the soft elephant blanket from the nearby sofa, turning toward the hallway to be met by you. He tugs you under his arm once he's in reach, placing a kiss on your lips then continues toward Kiyomi's room. Once you've returned to your bed, Katsuki pulls you into his chest, fingers sliding into your hair soothingly. He plays with a single curl until he feels you relax further into his chest, finally drifting to sleep. He kisses your forehead, softly whispering, "Thank you", then wraps his arms protectively around you before finally joining you and your daughter in Dreamland.

#mha #bakugou katsuki #black reader #self indulgent #katsuki bakugo x reader #melanin #soft bakugou #bnha #cross posted on ao3

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whatsthethinking · 1 year

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Hi can I request a Tonowari fic where his female mate is exhausted and can’t wait for him to come home as she wants to be in his arms and when he does home she jumps into his arms and he wraps his arms around her holding her close asking what’s wrong, she says nothing just that she missed him nuzzling her face closer to his warm chest, he laughs and rubs her back before moving them to the ground and he sits down holding her in his lap stroking her hair and kissing her softly with her arms around his waist, he talks with her and asks her questions she doesn’t respond eventually he hears her soft purrs and even breath letting him know that she’s fallen asleep on him with her head resting on his shoulder snuggling into his warmth, he kisses her hair and lies down with her stroking her back? Thanks 😊

Here With Me

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

❥ Word count: 1.1k

❥ Warning: n/a

❥ Note: Helloooo, this is my first request and I am open to writing more, so if you have any requests, feel free to send them to me. As of right now I am open to writing for any character.

Life on Awa’atlu is always so calm and peaceful; oh how y/n wished she could agree. For months now, she has been training to be the clan’s Tsahik. She knew it would happen eventually but the time seemed to arrive quickly. Every day, she would sit with the clan's current Tsahik, her mate's mother, and they would train. She would be quizzed on anything she had ever learned.

Y/n understood why this was necessary; being Tsahìk was not an easy job to have. You had to have the most profound connection to Eywa, and have the trust of the people, but as time went on, y/n felt more and more exhausted. She was beginning to doubt herself.

Y/n couldn't complain; she knew that this was what would happen when she agreed to mate with Tonowari. He was to be the next Olo'keytian, and she will be his Tsahìk.

Tonowari was away on a hunting trip with his father, the current clan leader. This was not anything new; since they were children, the Olo’keytian would whisk his son away to train him. The father and son duo had been away for almost a week, and y/n was missing him terribly. She missed having him there to talk to. Missed having him there to reassure her, encourage her, and listen to her. Yes, she had other friends to talk to, but this wasn’t the same. Tonowari was her best friend before they became mates, telling each other everything.

“Okay, that’s enough for today.” Tonowari’s mother said, placing her bowl of herbs to the side, seeing how tired her son’s mate appeared.

“Once I've finished this.”

“No, I’ll finish it, go and rest, child.”

Y/n nodded and slowly stood up, not going to miss the chance to be alone.

Making her way out of the healers marui, y/n slowly walked towards the beach, needing time to relieve stress before she returned to her empty marui.

Sitting down and pulling her knees to her chest, y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A moment later, she felt someone sit down beside her.

“Hello, miss Tsahik.”

A tired smile appeared on y/n face, “my dearest Ronal.”

“How’s it going?”

Turning to face her friend, y/n nodded tiredly, “Good, it's going… Good”

“Good? You look like you haven’t slept in three days.”

“Four, actually.” Y/n joked.

Ronal smiled at her friend before standing up, brushing the sand off her legs and holding out her hand, “Let’s get you to bed then.”

Y/n slowly took her friend's hand and stood up, Ronal brushing the sand off of her too.

“It’s too early for bed; I haven't even eaten.”

“Shh, it’s never too early for bed. Get some rest; I'll make something and bring it to you later, once you've woken up. Can't have you sleep deprived when Tonowari returns.” A smirk appeared on her lips.

Y/n smiled bashfully, her face heating up at Ronal implication but nodded, allowing her friend to guide her back to her marui.

The two girls spoke briefly before Ronal left, reminding y/n that she would come by later with food. Once y/n was alone, she sighed, looking around the empty marui. She missed Tonowari deeply, wishing that this trip would end so she wouldn’t feel alone.

Tonowari and his father walked up the beach just as the sun was starting to set. Residents of the village greeted them with smiles, but Tonowari couldn't see the one person he was looking for. His y/n. Excusing himself from the crowd, he walked to the healer's marui, thinking she would be there but, she wasn’t.

As he turned to leave, he came face to face with Ronal. Before he could speak, she shoved three leaf packages into his chest.

“Those are for y/n.”

“Where is she?”

“Asleep. Hopefully. Bye”

With that, Ronal had walked off. Tonowari stood dumbfounded at the very brief encounter with his mate's best friend before letting his feet carry him to their shared marui. Stepping inside, he noticed a bundle of woven blankets against the far wall. Putting the packages down gently, he walked over to the bundle to see the top of his mate's head poking out.

Tonowari smiled sweetly at the sight, going over, getting down on his knees to kiss the side of her head. He could tell that y/n would be asleep for another hour or so, so he sat on the other side of the marui, sorting through the assortment of shells and rocks he had collected on his travels. Thinking of how he can make them into gifts for his loved ones.

As time passed, Tonowari heard a change in y/n breathing as she turned over, indicating that she was waking up. Slowly she opened her eyes, Tonowari giving her a gentle smile.

“You’re back,” y/n scrambled up and leaped onto her mate, still seated on the floor, her arms circling his neck. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Tonowari circled his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I couldn’t; you looked so peaceful.”

Squeezing, y/n pulled away, sitting on her knees so that she was somewhat eye level with her mate. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Tonowari cut her off.

“I missed you,” he said sincerely, which made her heart flutter,

“I missed you too.”

Tonowari gently pulled his mate forward and turned her so she was sitting with her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head again. Y/n turned her head, smiling up at her mate. Tonowari smiled down at her, placing a small kiss on her lips, followed by a second and a third. The pair grinned at each other before y/n turned back around, leaning her head onto her mate’s chest, and Tonowari placed his chin on her head.

Their pair asked each other about what they had missed being apart. Tonowari spoke about what he had seen while hunting, how he and his father stayed with another clan on a small island not too far from where they are now. Y/n hummed every once and a while to let him know that she was listening.

“How was your training this week?”

But Tonowari didn’t get a reply, peering down at his mate. He noticed that her eyes were closed and her breathing even. Smiling softly, Tonowari carefully lifted her, taking her to the sleeping mat and blanket. Setting her down gently, he laid beside her, pulling the blanket over their bodies. Tonowari wrapped his arms around her as her head rested on his chest.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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chaosandwolves · 1 year

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Your breath in my heart

6x12 coda, 1,6 k words, read on AO3

Based on this post and this little insane acting choice Ryan made

Eddie watches Buck as he's sleeping on the couch

Honestly, Eddie isn't even that surprised about Buck showing up at his doorsteps. He told Maddie when she tried to figure out when Eddie could take up a shift during the project "Buck recovery 2.0". He said that Buck will clock what's going on within the first day and he told her that he wouldn't be joining in and rather let Buck decide who he wants to see and when.

It's not like he isn't worried. On the contrary. He'd prefer to have Buck within a few feet of him at all times so that he just had to reach out to be able to feel Buck's pulse thrumming under his fingertips.

But he also knows what it's like. Well, actually he doesn't. Because unlike Eddie, Buck really died. Buck was gone for several agonizing minutes.

So no, he doesn't know what it's like to die. But he does know how it feels like to think that you're dying; to be convinced that the next breath you take will be your last. And he knows how it feels to meet death face to face, to feel its cold hands reaching for you and to feel them brush over your skin. He knows what things like that do to a person. And as much as he wants to be near him and make sure that he's ok and has everything he needs Eddie is well aware that Buck will need space. He'll need room to think and feel and figure out how to move on.

Because distraction and talking and therapy, all things Buck has plenty of right now, only bring you so far. After that it's work; work you'll have to do yourself and within yourself.

Maybe Buck needs to let himself break and Eddie will make sure that Buck knows it would be ok to do so. He'd give him the literal room for that in a heartbeat if he decided he wanted to beat up some furniture. But Buck isn't like Eddie. Buck turns on himself and not on other people or things. Still, Eddie would offer him a room where he could think and process and cry in as much as he wanted to. There is always room in Eddie's life to give to Buck, figuratively and literally; always.

So yeah, he didn't take part in the whole babysitting thing and trusted Buck enough to know when it got too much for him and do something about it. Eddie didn't think Buck would straight up flee to his house but he's really not surprised that he did.

He's also not surprised when he watches him flop down on the couch and make himself comfortable there with a few well practiced adjustments. It's far from the first time he's done that. And the couch that Margaret had picked out? Eddie's seen it, when he picked up Chris who had insisted on staying at Buck's for the afternoon so they could finish watching the documentary they'd started before that horrible night. Chris giggled and pointed over to it and gleefully announced, "Buck has a couch dad!" Eddie only raised his eyebrow and looked at Buck who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, "My mom picked it out." It almost sounded like an excuse. So Eddie had walked over to look at it and…. Yeah that couch was not only way too small but also so not Buck's taste. It was way too…. neat? And didn't have any of the big soft cushions Buck loved to snuggle into. No wonder he looked so relieved to be able to sink into the softness of Eddie's couch.

What does surprise him though is seeing Buck fast asleep only a few moments later when Eddie walks back into the room.

Eddie just shrugs, clinks the bottles together and takes a sip of the beer. Then, instead of going back to the kitchen to leave Buck sleeping in peace, he finds himself leaning against the frame of the archway. And then he just stands there, sipping on his beer and looking at Buck. He watches as Buck's chest rises and falls in a steady but natural rhythm, all on its own and finds himself not willing to move; at least for a few more moments.

There is a deep sense of content settling in his own chest which is surrounded by relief and a feeling of certainty. Relief that Buck is sleeping because he's exhausted and not because of an induced coma. And the certainty that he will wake up again; that he will look at Eddie with these bright eyes and that his face will light up with genuine affection the next time he sees Christopher. So, Eddie keeps watching Buck sleeping on his couch.

It's funny, really, that he also didn't take his eyes off Buck in that moment when Eddie had thought he, himself, was living his last moments, lying on a street somewhere in LA in the middle of the day in a pool of his own blood.

Then Buck had lived his own last moments, had come back from the dead and still hadn't been safe. And Eddie? This time, with the roles reversed, Eddie hadn't been able to look at Buck while he might've very well breathed his last breath at any moment while being stuck in a coma. And that's really not fair on Buck.

Eddie had felt so many things the one time he had glimpsed at Buck from outside the room. And the mix of all his thoughts and emotions hadn't made any sense to him. He just knew that he didn't want this to be the last image he had of Buck in case he didn't make it back to them.

And he had that irrational fear that if he'd look at Buck and talk to him, Buck might stop fighting, might take it as a permission to leave him. He doesn't know why he thought that. He knows Buck doesn't just give up. Or else he wouldn't be Buck.

But he just couldn't do it. Couldn't look at him hooked up to several different machines working on keeping him alive. Eddie was too afraid Buck wouldn't wake up. He didn't trust himself not to fall apart looking at him while not knowing if he'd ever see that shining blue of his eyes again; if that brilliant smile would ever light his face up again. He would've broken had he witnessed Buck's last breath like this. And yet he would never have forgiven himself for not being there in his last moments.

But Buck came back to him, to them.

Buck came back and as if by a miracle he seemed to be in perfect physical health.

Now there Buck is, breathing on his own and finally resting. Albeit looking overall exhausted, he looks so peaceful in his sleep, it makes Eddie's heart ache.

Eddie knows that Buck will be ok; that he'll get through this. But he sure as hell is not envying him. Working through these kinds of things can be daunting and frustrating and very exhausting. Buck is strong though. And Buck is surrounded by people who love him and who are willing to help. Eddie won't push him but he will also not allow Buck to run away from it. Because that's something Eddie knows all too well and it doesn't end well.

He'll do what he does best and hold Buck accountable and call him out on his bullshit when it's needed. Eddie will give Buck the room he needs and have his back and be at his side through all of it because that's what they do.

He knows that one day though he'll have to tell Buck; Eddie will have to talk about just why he can't take his eyes off Buck, why he couldn't look at him and watch him not being able to breathe on his own; why he almost crumbled in front of Chris and why he had to keep some distance after Buck woke up.

He's not sure he'll be able to properly phrase any of it because he can't even say the words out loud in his own mind. But they will talk about this. When Buck is better, when he doesn't need all his energy focused on healing.

When they talk in the kitchen an hour later and Eddie brings Buck to tell him how he's really doing, there is this moment where his breath catches in his throat after saying the words, "You died, Buck." For a heartbeat the horrors of that night and the following days come crashing down on him and he has to grip the jar in his hands a bit tighter. He knows, however, that it's not the time to give into these emotions, not when this is about Buck and supporting him and making sure that he'll understand that it will be difficult but that he can't do the same thing Eddie had done for so long and run away from it. So he reigns himself back in and keeps talking.

He tries his best to be a safe a steady presence in the kitchen, an anchor point for Buck. He lets Buck choose the pace of their conversation. And even though he can see the tears in Buck's eyes, can feel him struggling, he's happy to be there with him and to be able to provide that space for Buck where he can start his journey on the hard road of healing.

Later when Buck leaves, Eddie tells him, "You know there's always room for you here. You're welcome to sleep on my couch any time." Then he winks and says with a grin tugging on his lips, "You can move in and live on it, for all I care."

#Buddie #Buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #Fanfic #6x12 coda #911 on fox #That post hit me like a train and I immediately started writing #Like... As if Edmundo Diaz didn't watch Buck sleeping with his heart eyes #and finally being able to breathe a lil easier cause Buck is there and alive and breathing and he'll wake up #These two #That scene was incredible #Finally we got #The Buddie talk #Chaos writes #Chaos' fics #Chaos' Buddie fics

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ragingclaw · 11 months

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Three Days (Harvey x OC)

Summary: Hiraya hadn't left their farmhouse yet, and she was already starting to miss the people that she met after she gave up the life she had in Zuzu City.

Word Count: 1,076

AN: Huzzah! My first fic in this fandom. This one is more of an introductory fic bc I'm still writing the b i g one. This may be confusing since I am planning on two other fics, and this particular OC isn't the one that worked for Joja. Think of co-op, but written. Well... co-op is what made me do this impossible task of writing three different stories with three different OCs. Also, this was written in a sleep-deprived state. I apologize if it's a bit incoherent. You have been warned. I've rambled long enough... Enjoy the story!

It has been four hours since Hiraya woke up from her slumber. No matter how hard she forced herself to go back to sleep, her failed attempts just made her frustrated from not falling back into the dream world. She knew that if Harvey were to wake up right now he’d urge her to go back to sleep, she was going to be traveling after all, and driving plus the lack of sleep would worry her husband to no end.

As she stared at the ceiling, she felt her husband’s arm pull her body slightly towards him. Looking to her left, she saw how peaceful Harvey looked, despite the evident bags under his eyes. She could not help but smile at the sight in front of her. I had these, as well as the whites in my hair because I worry too much when you come home a little late to my liking, she recalled him saying to her one time she ventured deep into the mines shortly after they got married.

The warmth of her husband’s embrace almost made her reconsider moving her annual visit to her restaurant the next year. Hiraya wanted to wake the man beside her the same way he would; whisper sweet nothings and cover his body with gentle kisses.

And for a moment, Hiraya wanted to stay with her new family. To spend time with their son, to teach him how to properly harvest pumpkins and parsnips, or watch Harvey take one of the model planes that he built off the shelf and have their son play with it.

Thinking about all of the things that she wanted to do instead made her a bit emotional. Three days. I’ll be away for three days. Sighing, Hiraya thought that it was best to prepare for her departure instead and slowly lifted Harvey’s arm off of her, swiftly making her way toward the bathroom for a quick shower. Glad that Harvey was still asleep when she stepped out of the bathroom, Hiraya tried her best to make as little noise as possible when she went to grab clothes out of the cabinet.

Making her way to their son's room, Hiraya was greeted by the sight of her son still sleeping soundly. Unlike her, Daniel is a light sleeper like his father. Relieved that she wouldn’t have her heart broken before leaving, she carefully tiptoed towards their son and quickly placed a kiss on his forehead. The last time that Daniel had seen her leave he was inconsolable, she hadn’t even left the farm yet Daniel was already begging for her to stay. That moment forced her to leave in the middle of the night after he had fallen asleep.

A faint crowing of a rooster pulled Hiraya’s attention back, an indication that dawn is nearing. She’d hoped that time would slow down for just one minute, yet she knew she would have to pray a thousand times before her wish would come true. With reluctance, Hiraya made her way out of Daniel’s room and walked straight toward the kitchen where she saw Harvey already preparing a cup of coffee for the both of them.

“I woke up hugging a pillow. You should’ve woken me up so that I could at least prepare you breakfast,” he groaned, his eyes trying hard not to close as he set the cups on the table before sitting down, patting the empty chair to his left.

Sitting beside him, Hiraya cupped his cheeks and met his lips with hers. “You looked so cozy snuggling that pillow I didn’t bother disrupting your sleep.”

Harvey only responded by deepening their kiss, feeling his hands guiding her and pulling her out of the chair and into his lap. A gasp came out of her mouth when his lips worked their way to her neck, his hand already under her shirt while the other kept a firm grip on her body. The way that he caressed her body almost made her want to beg for more.

“Honey, please,” Hiraya managed to breathe out, “Greg might be arriving any time soon.”

Soon enough, Harvey unwillingly stopped his wordless plea and settled on wrapping his arms around her waist. Looking up at his wife, a smile formed on his lips knowing she immediately regretted it as her skin yearned for his touch, though he knows that she shrugged the thoughts off her mind when the sun slowly made its presence known. “Why didn’t they let you have that once-a-year visit?”

“It’s better this way, I can’t fathom our family moving back to Zuzu.” Hiraya removed herself from straddling her husband, “It’s much more peaceful here and I’m sure that you’re not leaving this place any time soon.”

Seeing Harvey pouting as soon as she sat back in the chair caused her to chuckle, with Harvey trying and failing to hide the redness of his face. “How can you be so confident and shy at the same time, dear husband?” Hiraya cooed.

“It’s too early for you to start your teasing.” Harvey countered, shifting in his seat while avoiding her gaze.

“Oh? I didn’t hear you say that when your hands started to get comfortable under my shirt, mister.”

The redness that was in his cheeks soon engulfed his whole face almost making Hiraya laugh loudly if it weren’t for their sleeping child. What was once an attempt to retaliate against his wife soon turned into a tickle fight, only for the both of them to stop when Hiraya bumped her knee too hard on the table.

Hiraya, despite the pain shooting up from her knee, kept giggling while Harvey quickly wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her neck. “I’m sorry!” he purred, “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“You didn’t do anything, dear. You don’t have to apologize.” Hiraya murmured, returning the hug of her husband.

Both of them did not say anything afterward, content in each other’s company. Comfortable silence, Harvey once told her when she asked why he would fall silent after talking about everything that is under the sun.

Maybe this is something that she could focus on while she’s away from the family that they had created. Maybe, after the busy and stressful times that she will have while in Zuzu, she could focus on the faces that will welcome her when she comes back home.

Maybe, her annual trip back to Zuzu wasn’t so bad after all.

#stardew valley #stardew valley oc #stardew valley harvey #stardew valley fanfic #sdv oc #sdv harvey #sdv fanfic #watch me post this and disappear only to come back 6 months later with a completed fic lmao

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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At first I didn't really have an idea, but then I remembered this little story. Your Strawberry

A night in the city

She stood at the window and looked out over the city at night. They had just returned from an evening out together and she was enjoying the peace that surrounded them here. Spending private time with her husband was not something she took for granted. He worked a lot, too much, and rarely allowed himself a breather.

But this historic event they were going to tomorrow had forced him to put down his work. She smirked, because if he had to interrupt his work, he knew very well how he wanted to use the free time. He had arranged for them to dine in a fancy restaurant in a separate section for two and he had put his security team on alert because he was going to stroll the streets of the city with her and spontaneously go to see a small concert.

It had been very nice to explore this city carefree with him. At home, it was much more difficult to go out unconstrained at the moment. They were not intimidated by the situation, but doing something was much more complicated than here.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that he had stepped behind her. When he put his arms around her body, she flinched briefly at first. But then she leaned back and snuggled against him. Her hands rested on his arms and together they looked out at the many lights of the city.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly. "About the time with you," she smirked and felt him breathe a kiss on her hair. "The evening isn't over yet," he smiled, turning her in his arms. "Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming," she sighed. He raised an eyebrow. "Why?" She laughed. "I'm used to meeting famous people by now and I know we're famous ourselves. But such historical events as the Queen's funeral or the coronation of the new King are really special." He nodded.

His fingers caressed her cheek. "You were a little baby when the Queen's coronation took place 70 years ago," he mused and she frowned. "Are you teasing me?" she asked and he looked at her in amazement. "It's such a beautiful moment and you must remind me of my age," she said shaking her head. He laughed. "Sorry," he replied with a grin and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"I just wanted to illustrate how unique this event is," he explained, taking her in his arms. "It's only important to me because I'm going to experience it with you," he said and began to caress her back tenderly. "Since we should be rested tomorrow, we should go to bed now," he teased her. She understood his innuendo perfectly and allowed him to direct her to the bed.

As she had guessed, he had no intention of sleeping. Instead, he relieved them both of their clothes and took the time to make passionate love to her. As she lay sleepily in his arms afterwards, she enjoyed the precious closeness to him. "It's always very nice to spend time with you," he whispered to her. "I was just thinking the same thing," she replied, snuggling closer to him.

Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Sounds quite the perfect night! Well, minus the not intended age reference but that’s also part of (their) lives.

And yes, let’s believe they had more more before and after the event than during the event itself!

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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heroine0ftime · 2 years

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Fanfic - Final Toll

For @behind-the-fic’s Make Fate Cry competition!

I wrote this in like 2012ish??? Fittingly, it was for a Zelda Dungeon Forums contest. I edited it up a bit because money for charity is cool. :) Hope I’m not too late lol, it’s technically September 8th, but even if I am it was relieving to have an excuse to fix up the parts I didn't like about this fic lol. I'm so much happier with it now.

Final Toll

A Majora's Mask Fanfic

There's nothing we can do. I had no choice…

The young girl slammed the empty bottle on the wooden table, licking her lips and giggling. "More!"

Cremia absentmindedly pushed another bottle to her sister, who grinned and began downing it almost immediately. Her gaze did not rest upon the girl or move from where it was apparently fixed upon the wall in front of her, her expression vacant.

I wonder what it's going to feel like…

Romani happily gulped down the milk and smiled again, her head drooping as a pleasant heaviness set in. "More, please!"

This time Cremia did not respond, and Romani was forced to stumble out of the chair, nearly falling to the ground as the world spun around her. She shakily made her way over to her sister, tugging on her arm. "Sis...?"

The older girl snapped back to attention, her eyes locking on Romani in an instant. She tried to laugh it off, but it came out too fast, too unnatural. Romani would have definitely noticed something was wrong if she’d been more cognizant. “Sorry, Romani. How are you feeling?”

Romani grinned, even as her eyelids fluttered, threatening to close. “A little tingly. Kind of… dizzy. But I’m okay, sis, because I’m an adult now! Can I have more?”

"Perhaps later," she muttered, feeling utterly horrified that she was relieved her sister was acting so drowsy. Romani had just downed seven bottles of Chateau Romani, a drink with effects strong enough to knock out any adult, let alone a young girl like Romani. She wouldn’t be waking up until at least tomorrow.

(If tomorrow ever came.)

Cremia stood for the first time in well over an hour, stretching as best as she could. She looked down at her swaying sister, forcing a strained, perfunctory smile. "Let's go to bed now, okay? It's late, and my little adult still needs her sleep. You're sleeping with me tonight, remember?"

"'M not tired," her sister grumbled, and Cremia dismally noted that her words were slightly slurred. "I wan' more milk..."

"Come on," she sighed. The girl was too out of it to even struggle when her sister scooped her up and held her close.

Cremia had never felt more miserable in her life as when she carried her inebriated sister up into her own bedroom, laying her down and covering her with the sheets. Her heart aching, she couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked.

She glanced out the window. She wondered... what would have happened if she hadn't given Romani the Chateau Romani? What would her sister have thought about the unusual size of the moon, growing greater every minute? Romani had been fascinated by it a few days ago when all of this first started. (Had it really only been a few days?)

She shook her head roughly. No sense thinking about it all now.

Not even bothering to change clothes—she figured that wearing her favorite white dress was rather fitting for the occasion—Cremia lay down next to her sister in the bed, staring at her innocent form as she snuggled in. She leaned over and kissed her little sister's forehead. "Goodnight, Romani... I hope you know that I love you more than anything. Father would be very proud of you. I'm the luckiest sister in the world."

When Cremia received no response, she suddenly realized that the girl was already asleep. That was her own fault, she supposed, for exposing her to the drink, but it didn't make the revelation that she could not impart her final words to her sister any less painful.

Cremia rolled on her back and stared up at the ceiling, unable to help but imagine the horrifying image of an abnormally huge moon with its taunting, demonic grin that was just beyond that barrier. She shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut against the threat of tears. She’d been trying not to think of it all this time. But now, alone with her thoughts, she couldn’t stop…

At least Romani was blissfully dead to the world.

Cremia had realized the truth earlier today. The moon wasn’t just getting bigger—it was getting closer. Her first thought was to flee, of course, but she knew they would never make it. After that, she'd considered several methods of rescue, from seeking aid from the Clock Town guards or even the Great Fairy to more insane plans such as digging an underground shelter. But finally, she decided that if she was going to die, she should spend the day with Romani.

Romani always had wanted to be considered an adult. Knowing the effects of the Chateau Romani, Cremia was all too happy to grant her sister’s (last) request.

(That was how she justified it, anyway. She knew the truth. She was a coward. She didn’t know how tell Romani goodbye in the end, so she made sure she couldn’t.)

The clock tolled in the distance, telling her that it was now eight. She couldn't help but wonder exactly how much time she had left…

Next thing she knew, Cremia awoke to a sudden rumbling that shook the room. She gasped and sat up, glancing around. She was flustered momentarily before realizing that, against all odds, she had fallen asleep during this nightmare. Immediately, she determined that the quaking must mean that the moon was getting close, and her panic was renewed. She was shocked that she could feel it so far from Clock Town.

"S-Sis?" Startled by the sudden noise, Cremia’s head whipped toward Romani, whose blue eyes had squinted blearily open. "M-My head hurts..."

"Shh. It's okay, Romani. Go back to sleep," Cremia soothed, her voice quivering. She looked out the window. It was still dark—by her estimate, it was probably around midnight. What did that mean? It didn't tell her anything about how close the moon was to killing them.

She settled back under the sheets just as another tremor shook the room. The moon was getting close, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She had never felt so helpless before.

Cremia didn’t sleep anymore. The room kept shaking, each time becoming more and more violent. She often heard the toll of the Clock Tower ring in the distance, its echoing tone heralding the demise of the world. She turned over and pulled the pillow over her head with one hand, uselessly trying to block out the sound, and reached to grasp Romani's limp fingers in the other. She tried to think about happy times, like going to the Festival of Time with her father as a child, or teaching Romani how to milk the cows for the first time, or visiting Anju and Kafei and playing all of the games in Clock Town. But every time she thought she would finally relax and become lost in memories, another undeniable tremor rattled the building and the illusion was shattered.

She counted as the hours ticked away. It was four, then five... and then she glanced out the window to confirm that it was nearly dawn, the faint light streaming in. What time would the moon fall at? What time was it now? She heard the first of the six o’clock tolls, accompanied by a tremor that threw items off shelves.

Except this time the tremors didn’t stop. The farmhouse groaned from the motion, and she felt herself choking, though whether it was from the dusty splinters of ceiling wood or her own panic, she did not know. A roar rose in the distance, filling the air with an unearthly thunder that she could only barely hear over the rushing blood in her ears.

Despite the impossibility of it all, despite her chaotic surroundings, she knew what this meant with a dreadful certainty.

This was it. It was time.

She threw her arms around her sister, true tears unleashing at last.

Another toll.

"I’m sorry, Romani. I’m sorry I couldn’t save us." She pressed in tighter. She needed this; she wanted Romani to be the only thing she could feel. Instead of the world collapsing around her, Cremia focused on the warmth of her sister’s body, the scratchiness of her dress, the gentle rise and fall of her chest…

Another toll.

A sob forced its way out of her throat. “I love you… Goodbye…”

Another toll.

"Bye sis..." Romani sighed, snuggling up to her sister.

Another toll.

Cremia closed her eyes.

The final bell tolled.

#i still dont know how tumblr works #fanfic #zelda #zelda fanfiction

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twiceinadream · 3 years

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“Make me yours.”

Requested: Yup

Request: shy! Alphas dahyun and tzuyu mating reader for the first time. Like there shy until she just begs them to take her and something jus flips?

a/u: Hey, y’all, I’m back! I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, writer’s block and life haven’t really been my friends for the past seven weeks, but I finally managed to finish a fic! I hope you enjoy it and my slow return back to posting. Also thank you so much for 3,000k+ followers, I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Clouds began to crowd the sky as the morning light was blocked by the downpour that had seemed to manifest out of thin air, the streets made slick with rain as early commuters combated with the elements. But it also created a peaceful atmosphere for you and your girlfriends as the light tapping of the rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually roused you from the depths of sleep, a loud yawn erupted from your lips as your eyes fluttered open.

The scent of the two Alphas snuggled on either side of you filling your senses as you reveled in the moment, enjoying the feel of their bodies against yours until it seemed like you began to burn up. Your skin felt clammy as sweat began to bead along your hairline, the feel of fire felt like it was beginning to claim the pit of your stomach when an overwhelming sense of urgency coursed through your veins, ‘You were in heat.’

The comforter covering your bodies felt suffocating as you pressed your thighs together in an effort to stop the wetness from sleeping out on the bed, while you did your best to weasel away from the women clinging to you. Holding your breath as you snaked your way to the edge of the mattress so you could make a bolt to the en-suite, locking the door behind you as your legs finally gave out from under you and helplessly slid onto the floor.

Your underwear was completely soaked in your slick as you barely had enough strength to peel them off you before discarding them on the bathroom floor. The feel of the tile under your heated skin did wonders to relieve the burn you felt as one of your hands began sliding it’s way down to the burning between your legs. You shyly toyed with your slit as your fingertips dipped shallowly into your center, running your fingers through the wetness but stopping before you could properly pay attention to your clit as more of your essence began spilling out. Drenching your hand in wetness as you finally gave in and plunged into your depths. Your walls immediately tightened around the sudden intrusion as a guttural moan released itself from deep within your chest, your hand pistoned itself in and out of your entrance as you could feel your first release building up inside of you. The cool in your stomach growing taught as you pulled your fingers out from inside and moved up to attack your clit.

Your fingers frantically flicking, rubbing, and circling the straining bundle of nerves as your eyes remain squeezed shut, your breathing beyond labored as you balled your fist against the tile. Your body bracing itself as it froze for a fraction of a second before releasing all the tension it had stored within itself.

Streams of pent up arousal came shooting out of you as you continued to focus all your energy onto your clit as your peak took you to heights you never thought imaginable. You were becoming acutely aware of the screams echoing off the bathroom walls that you finally recognized as your own as your orgasm finally died down. Slight jerks wracked your body as your hand fell to the side, a content smile forming on your lips as the aftershocks of your orgasm thrummed throughout your body. A contented sigh falling from your lips as you rested peacefully against the bathroom door, until a knock sounded cr behind it.

“Y..Y/N? Are you okay?” Your blood ran cold as Dahyun’s voice sounded from behind the door.

“Mm hmm.” You hummed, “Everything’s fine!” You tried to sound more put together than you felt to mask the fact you were in heat and surrounded by your two, unmated girlfriends.

“No you’re not.” It was Tzuyu this time. “We can smell you from underneath the door.”

‘Well, shit.’ You mused to yourself as you slowly began to stand up, ‘That didn’t work.’ You sighed, knowing it was impossible to put off the inevitable, “Okay, fine. I’m coming out.”

To say you were nervous would be a gigantic understatement as you braced yourself to face your girlfriends. Exhaling slowly as you pushed the door open to find the two Alphas you had left in bed this morning staring at you, “Morning.”

Dahyun and Tzuyu deadpanned as they stood up straighter, your scent finally hitting them in full force as they took in your appearance. From the flush of your cheeks to the clenching of your thighs, “You’re in heat.”

It was your turn to deadpan as you looked at Tzuyu, “No shit, Sherlock.”

Dahyun suppressed a laugh as she tried not to look at the stunned disbelief on the taller Alpha’s face, “What Tzumong meant to say was, ‘Would you like some help with it?’.”

You giggled slightly, “Depends.” A coy smile grew on your face as you palmed the Alpha’s bulges through their boxers, enjoying the way their alpha-hoods swelled under your touch. Their scents combined into a dominant musk that made your mind spin and your core clench. “What do you have to offer?”

Tzuyu huffed a laugh and sat on the bed beside you, reaching her hand between your legs to rub at your swollen, slick clit to ease the need that your heat would be bringing without someone inside you. Dahyun quickly pulled her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them both to the floor and eased her boxers the rest of the way down her legs. She watched with a smile on her face as Tzuyu teased you and pressed her own erection up against you, grinding to work you up even more.

Dahyun climbed back onto the bed, laying down beside you as her cock strained against the cold air of the room, slipping her hand down to press two fingers inside of you. Tzuyu pulled her own hand away, drawing out a desperate groan from you as she did so. She undressed quickly, her clothes ending up on a pile on the floor next to Dahyun’s. Her hand found your clit again as she laid down beside you like Dahyun had done.

“What do you want us to do to you, baby? You’re already so wet for us.”

You struggled to find the words to answer that question, your mind torn between how good both of their hands felt on you but also the desire and the need for more. Tzuyu chuckled when she didn’t get a response to her question, her eyes flicking up to meet Dahyun’s.

“Then I guess it’s up to us. Isn’t it, Y/N-ah?” Tzuyu ran her tongue over your lips eliciting a groan at all the possibilities of what was to come at the hands of your Alphas.

Dahyun couldn’t suppress her smile as she felt her length pulse, “Sounds good to me, Tzu.” Both of the girls took their time to feel you up as they each made their way to some part of you. Dahyun moved in front of you to place lingering kisses along your chest making you squirm against her wandering lips while Tzuyu busied herself with placing open mouthed kisses on the base of your neck and up to your jaw as you continued to pant under their ministrations.

The slick between your legs was practically smeared along your thighs and probably soaking into the bed sheets by now with how turned on you were. The fire of your heat burned so hot in your lower belly that you felt like it was going to consume you from the inside out if the Alphas surrounding you didn’t do something quick.

A desperate whine left your throat as you rocked your hips backwards to grind against Tzuyu, her hardness digging into your ass when you finally decided that now was finally the time.

You were finally going to ask them to be your mates.

A shuddering breath fell from your lips as sweat dripped down your face, a look of determination in your eyes as you called both of your girlfriend’s attentions. Causing them to momentarily stop what they were doing to face you, “I’m ready.”

The sudden confession surprised them both as Dahyun looked at you with concern, “Are you sure?”

You appreciated her worry but you could barely think of anything other than the two of them plowing you into the mattress as you nodded, “Make me yours.”

A wide smile broke out onto both of their faces as they placed a kiss on opposite sides of your cheeks, Tzuyu nuzzling into your hair as she wrapped her arms around your waist, “And we’ll make you ours.”

The both of them helped you roll onto your side, having you face Dahyun. Tzuyu’s hands helped to support your thighs to keep them spread for Dahyun as she brought the head of her cock to your already dripping cunt. She chose to tease you at first, not pressing inside but instead rubbing slow, steady circles with it, enjoying the way your entrance fluttered the more you got worked up. Sliding her alpha-hood between your folds to lube up her length a little more before she got ready to push into you for the first time, not bothering to add any additional lubrication other than your guy’s combined wetness as you were practically soaking.

Tzuyu snaked one hand up to palm at your breasts, tugging and pinching a nipple between her fingers, causing your hips to jerk forward towards Dahyun. When she finally pushed forward, sliding the tip of her cock inside of you after she felt you had enough teasing. Your breath catching in your throat as she slowly began pushing into you, your walls squeezing down on her at the unfamiliar stretch as you gritted your teeth a little at the pain. Your eyes squeezed shut as Tzuyu whispered words of encouragement into your ear as she continued to toy with your breasts, doing her best to make the small amount of pain you were experiencing turn to pleasure as soon as possible.

Your body relaxed when Dahyun had finally bottomed out inside of you, she waited patiently for you to adjust to her size when you nodded, “You can move.”

She grunted in response as she pulled out so that only the head of her cock remained inside of you, before carefully thrusting back inside of you causing you to cry out in relief as you were filled up again, the stretch of Dahyun’s length starting to finally feel pleasant. You tilted your head back to rest against Tzuyu’s chest, panting loudly as Dahyun began thrusting.

She took over Tzuyu’s hand that had been supporting your thigh, as she brought your leg to hook around her hip instead. Tzuyu continued to palm at your breast with one hand, moving her now free hand to your ass, using her finger to tease at your other hole. A needy and desperate whimper escaped your lips as Tzuyu’s finger prodded and threatened to press inside.

“So eager.” The taller Alpha teased with a chuckle before standing up, heading to their bedside table.

You let out a whine, Dahyun’s cock was inside you just like you wanted - needed - but her hips stopped moving. You needed more and you needed it now. Dahyun shushed your whines, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder before switching to nipping at the skin, enjoying the breathy moans you gave in response.

The bed dipped as Tzuyu found her spot behind you again except this time with a bottle of lube in hand. Tzuyu popped the cap, squeezing it into the palm of her hand with a wet noise before tossing the bottle aside. With one hand she began to ease her fingers inside your hole, starting with just one digit but quickly moving to two with the desperate noises she was making.

Dahyun waited patiently, wanting so much to just begin thrusting with how amazing it felt to be inside of you, your walls clenching tightly around her but she knew she had to wait for Tzuyu and it would be worth it. Tzuyu worked her way up to three fingers, enjoying the way you stretched for her before finally pulling away, earning yet another desperate whimper from deep within your chest. She used the rest of the lube to slick up her own cock as she pressed the head of it against your hole, pausing for just a moment before pressing inside.

You clung to Dahyun’s shoulders, fingernails digging in harshly as you wailed with pleasure, feeling both of your holes be filled up just like you’d been impatiently waiting for. There was a pause when Tzuyu bottomed out, the two alphas giving you a moment to adjust before Dahyun gave the first thrust. Your fingernails dragging down Dahyun’s back with a loud moan as Tzuyu thrusted in as soon as Dahyun was drawing back, the two of them alternating their thrusts into you.

“More! Please, please more!” You gasped, your heart racing and mind dizzy as your heat fully took hold and demanded even more from them.

Both Dahyun and Tzuyu were more than willing to oblige. Dahyun moved one hand up to pinch at one of your nipples, while Tzuyu busied her mouth with sucking dark hickeys into the muscle of your shoulders. They both began to thrust into you harder, enjoying the loud moans that you were letting out. You squirmed between them, not to get away from the pleasure but seeking out anything else they could give you.

“How does it feel, Jagi?” Dahyun asked breathlessly, punctuating her words with a teasing press of her newly formed knot against your aching entrance, “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this moment. Tzumong and me filling you to the brim as you lose control”

Tzuyu leaned in, murmuring against your ear as she joined in on the teasing, “You’re so spoiled, Y/N-ah. Having two Alphas taking care of your heat.”

“Fuck! Just…knot me.” You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as their teasing made the coil in your belly tighten.

Dahyun used one hand to grip your hip to push her knot inside first, doing so with a rough snap of her own hips followed by a delighted sigh. It had entered with a loud, slick pop. Your inner walls instantly clenched tightly around it. By the noises you were making, both Dahyun and Tzuyu could tell that you were so close to your peak, so Tzuyu followed Dahyun’s lead, pushing her knot inside your ass with a forceful thrust.

Causing you to cry out as you clenched hard on the two cocks inside you, viciously dragging your fingernails down Dahyun’s back as you felt both of your girlfriends release inside of you. Filling you up with their cum as they grunted and groaned against you, both of them sharing the same thought as they simultaneously sank their teeth into both sides of your neck.

Mating you.

Claiming you.

Their bites were the final straw as you were thrown over the edge, a high pitched scream escaped from your throat as you felt all the tension building inside of your body finally find its release. White filled your vision as every part of you spasmed, helpless to the onslaught of pure pleasure that made every nerve in your body stand on end. Before your high began to taper off as you fell bonelessly against Tzuyu.

The Alpha snaked her arm around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to her, palm rubbing and pressing against your stomach. A weak groan escaped from you at how full you felt before Tzuyu stopped, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Before propping herself up on one elbow, watching as Dahyun began to card her fingers through your hair, a goofy smile on her face as she trailed a finger down to the fresh bite on the right side of your neck. Her mark.

Both of their knots had shrunk enough inside of you for them to pull out but they continued to lie there, not moving.

That was until Tzuyu began to laugh from behind you, jostling you and Dahyun slightly as she calmed with a sigh, “I can’t believe we did it. We’re mates.”

The word felt strange but familiar all at the same time as you pushed the Alphas back slightly so that they were no longer inside of you, allowing you to lie on your back so that you could see the both of them properly, “Took us long enough.”

A chuckle also came from Dahyun as she linked her fingers with Tzuyu’s as their hands rested against your stomach, “At least we did. I guess that finally makes you our Omega now, doesn’t it Y/N.”

You couldn’t suppress the smile growing on your face as you took their interlocked hands that were resting on your belly and brought them to your lips, kissing them both. “And I guess that makes you two my Alphas.”

The two smiled as they cuddled into either side of you, “Yes, yes it does.”

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christ0pher-evans · 3 years

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Healed Heart

Final Part of the Shattered Heart Mini-Series

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: 18+ Minor Smut / Angst / Cheating / Arguing / Mentions of Divorce / Swearing Word Count: 2.9k A/N: So here is the final part of my mini-series. I honestly cannot thank you so much for the support on this, it means a lot to me and I love you guys for it!!! Please let me know what you think. I hope you’re happy with the ending because it took me a really long time to decide how I could finish off this story with justice. Thank you again, truly😘 Please reblog and like🖤

Part One: Shattered Heart Part Two: Troubled Heart Part Three: Bewildered Heart

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Three tortuous days had passed since you had last seen or spoke to Chris, three days since you kicked him out your home. You’d had nightmares about being in a loveless and hateful marriage, steamy dreams about your recent rendezvous and nights where you just felt so alone that you had cried yourself to sleep. It was safe to say that the past three days had been exhausting.

Although fucking Chris in the kitchen during a harrowing argument probably wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done, it led to some realisations about how you wanted to proceed with your marriage. You definitely didn’t regret anything you said, or did with Chris that day and that was what you found important amongst the disaster. Not regretting your decisions meant that you knew you wanted to move forward in your marriage, and not look backwards; something you would consider a big first step in repairing your marriage. You knew you couldn’t forget what happened and would have to address it before moving forward but you knew you had the desire to push through the hard times.

You’d called Chris that morning and told him that you wanted him to come home, not that he could or should but that you wanted him at home with you. Emotionally, it felt like the right decision, because at the end of the day he was your husband and you missed him. Practically, it is his home as well and it was the only place you could both be to sort out your marriage with privacy. You didn’t want to be surrounded by the media or by prying eyes. Hell, you didn’t even want the opinion of family or friends, this was between you and Chris only.

As you tidied up the house a bit and thought about the moment Chris would walk through the door, it was clear to you that no matter how angry or hurt you were, Chris was your endgame. You had played all the variables over and over in your head loads of times, societal rights and wrongs about cheating when you realised, fuck society. You would never leave your husband over this, and that was okay. This was your story and who cared what anyone else thought, because you didn’t want to give up. You owe it to yourself, to your marriage, to try and fix everything before throwing it away.

For the first few days, Chris slept in the spare room and you danced around each other, trying to find your new normal whilst you navigated the mess that was your marriage.

Once the first week passed, Chris continued to sleep in the spare room and you finally plucked up the courage to address the problem that had been plaguing your marriage for weeks, months if you consider back to when the problem initially started.

The day you decided to bring it up, you had finished work early and Chris was already at home when you arrived back around 3pm.

Walking through the house, you finally found Chris in the home office.

“I thought you were filming today?” Chris looked up at the sound of your voice.

“Oh hi sweetheart. I didn’t hear you come in? Um, yeah I was but, uh.. she turned up to re-film some scenes so I came home.”

You winced at the thought of her and Chris together but was quickly calmed by the effort Chris had made to avoid her.

Clearing your throat, you found the courage to reply.

“Oh, er, did you not have to keep filming?” Leaning against the door frame, you settled in for a longer conversation.

“It wasn’t anything that I can’t just do another day when she isn’t there. I’ve got some scripts to read over anyway so it’s fine.”

You sighed. This seemed like an appropriate time to bring up the unspoken topic so you could start moving forward but your anxiety felt crippling in that very moment, you didn’t know if you could face it.

“Sweetheart..” Chris whispered, “Y/N, sit down, please..”

You moved to sit down on the small sofa by the window, tucking your feet up and under yourself. Chris moved to join you, sitting fairly close but not touching you as you hadn’t crossed that boundary since he came home.

“Look baby, I’ve been home a week now and we’ve just walked around this house like we are two strangers. I need you to talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking because you’re the one that told me you wanted me to come home?”

You looked up from your lap and straight into Chris’s eyes, “You do feel like a stranger to me.”

You heard his voice hitch in his throat, clearly caught off guard by your blunt answer.

“I’m still me, sweetheart. I’m the same person you met seven years ago and I’m the same person you married four years ago. Please don’t think I’ve changed.”

A lone tear falls straight from your eye, as you whimper, “I miss him.”

It takes Chris no longer than a second to pull you into his lap, all boundaries obliterated, as he hugs you like his life depends on it. As you cry all you can hear is Chris repeatedly whispering, ‘I’m here. I’m still me. I love you.’

You shudder at the softened and sweet contact, something you hadn’t felt for weeks but you embraced it, leaning further into Chris’s chest for comfort.

Once you had basked in the feeling for a bit longer, shutting the world and your problems out, you knew you had to move away. It would have been unfair to give Chris mixed signals as your marriage was still clearly on the rocks.

Sitting back up on the sofa, you composed yourself.

“I know you are still you Chris, but you’ve changed to me now. This you..”, you sigh before continuing, “..you’re tainted and untrustworthy, you’re the man that cheated on me, you’re not my husband. I need to get to know you again, and I need to learn to love our marriage again, and learn to trust you again. It’s going to take time.”

“B-but you want to try?”

“Of course I want to try. Endgame right? That hasn’t changed for me but other things have to change, we cannot continue like this otherwise if something else were to happen, I don’t think we would survive it.”

“I am infinitely yours sweetheart. Forever.” You watch Chris smile sweetly.

Feeling slightly more confident and feeling like Chris has really been listening to you, you knew it was time to talk about her.

“Okay, well whilst we are here, I think we should talk about her. It’s the biggest hurdle for me, and I can’t move past it. I just can’t deal with you seeing her right now, not whilst I’m learning to trust you again. I’ll never trust her so I need to 100% be able to trust you again.”

Grabbing hold of your hand, Chris nods in understanding.

“That is completely fine sweetheart. For now, how about I just work my schedule around when she isn’t there and wait until you are comfortable before I finish filming my scenes with her? I don’t care if it postpones the film, or they replace me, you are more important to me than any film and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you!”

You nod feebly, shocked and relieved with the instant commitment Chris was happy to make to save your marriage and earn your trust back.

An awkward silence falls over the room at the monumental conversation you just had. Needing a moment to yourself, you decide to make a quick exit.

‘Um, I think I’ll go and grab a shower before dinner.” Quickly leaving, you rush to your ensuite.

The shower provided a solace to digest what just happened, a few tears falling as you feel overwhelmed. But you left the bathroom with a renewed sense of hope.

It was another week of tough conversations and private marriage counselling before you felt you had reached another milestone in fixing your marriage.

You were in the ensuite of your bedroom when Chris came in to say goodnight. He was merely wearing a pair of pyjamas bottoms that amusingly you were wearing the matching top of.

He chuckled as he leant against the wall, “I was looking for that top.”

You giggled lightly and blushed, using all your self control to not drool over seeing Chris topless. Unfortunately, you had never been good at hiding any of your emotions from Chris and you saw him smirk slightly at your flustered state.

“Okay, well, I just came to say goodnight, so uh- night I guess..”

You mumbled a goodnight back as Chris turned to walk out the room. A rush of affection from the interaction washed over you causing you to shout back towards Chris to catch his attention.

“Um, stay..”

You saw the startled look on his face as the words left your lips.

“Stay with me tonight..”, you repeated as if you were confirming your own words.

“Yeah, course I’ll stay, if that’s what you want?”, he shuffled back towards you.

“It is what I want.”

You smiled at him sweetly before you brushed past him and moved towards the bed, leaving him a bit stunned in the bathroom.

Weeks passed with no problems. You and Chris had gone back to sleeping in the same bed and you often woke up snuggled together. At first, you’d wake and quickly move away from him however, slowly, you became comfortable with it and you were finally starting to feel at peace in his arms.

You had woken up early this specific Monday morning as it was Chris’s first day back filming with her. You felt sick to the stomach at the thought of him seeing her again and had slept terribly. You knew this day would come and thought you would be, at least slightly prepared, but as the day dawned, you were scared. Nerves caged around your heart as your mind could only replay the moment Chris told you that he had kissed another woman.

Chris had to go back to work, you understood that. He had already put it off for a while and sacrificed enough of his job to try and reconcile your marriage. You almost felt obliged to let him go back to work, who were you to hold your husband back from his job?

You were sitting in the kitchen, slowly nursing a very strong coffee when Chris came down, ready for his day. You glanced up at him briefly, barely acknowledging his words to you.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, are you okay? You’re up really early?”

Glancing at the clock reading 7:30am, you shrugged and mumbled, “Woke up at 5:30am.”

You stared in the abyss, thoughts whirring through your mind. Thinking about being frightened to death about the thought that your marriage wasn’t even halfway back to where it should be. Knowing that Chris would see her today, spend all his time with her whilst you were waiting back at home for him. It felt like some sick and twisted de ja vu.

It had been almost two months since you’d last been with Chris in any form of intimacy, almost four months since you were truly a happily married couple and now he was going to see her again, were you really debating that history would repeat itself?

“Baby, will you talk to me? I can see something is on your mind”, Chris gently rests his hand over yours, bringing you out your nightmarish daydream.

Looking up at Chris, taking in all his handsome features, you thought, how could anyone ever resist him. The thought panicked you even more.

Learning from previous mistakes, you knew it was best to communicate to him how you were feeling.

“I’m scared you’re going to see her again today and history could just repeat itself. Nothing is fixed yet Chris, and it feels like we are already going backwards.”

Just when you thought that being honest and communicating with Chris was the best option, it backfired in your face. Chris scoffed, a look of disgust on his face.

“Huh, you’re not kidding?” Watching him run his hand through his hair, he turns away and slams his coffee mug down on the side. You jump at the aggressive action.

“You really think I’d do that again? You really think that little of me? Have you not seen all the work I’ve put into this fucking marriage the past couple of months?”, he shrugs and turns back to you, “What else do you want from me Y/N?”

You wince at his spiteful words.

“I know you’ve put a lot into this marriage Chris, so have I! We’ve been doing really well, but can you really blame me for having doubts on your first day back with her? I thought you’d understand!”

“No, I don’t blame you, but I thought you’d trust me more that this by now.”

You chew on your lip nervously as you both stare at one another, terrified of the silence.

“I’ve got to go to work Y/N, see you later.” You hear Chris huff before he walks straight out the house, leaving you sitting dumbfounded and anxious at your kitchen table.

Trying to do any work from home was useless as you just felt panicked and couldn’t stop thinking about how Chris’s day was going. You hadn’t heard from him since this morning at it was now 6pm.

After developing a painful stress headache, you decide to lay down in bed. Believing you can block the world out and briefly pretend that nothing is wrong in your marriage, you shut your eyes momentarily.

FLASHBACK.

Waking up so softly, you barely blink your eyes open as you feel tender kisses dancing their way up your back, following the line of your spine. You flutter your eyes open carefully, aware of the vibrant sunlight gracing your face as you try to focus your eyes, gradually making out the floor length curtains gently blowing through the breeze from your open balcony doors. You can hear the soft crashes of the waves and can see the soft, baby blue sky from your place on the bed as you stretch out all your limbs from an energetic night. You let yourself surrender to the feeling of Chris’s lips grazing against your bare body.

As he gradually makes his way up to your neck and cheek, you hum in utter happiness and contentment as he places one final kiss on your cheek as he leans over your body. You can feel every line and shape of his naked form as it presses up against you. You think about how you’ve never felt so happy and loved in this moment, knowing that this is exactly how you’ll get to feel for the rest of your life.

“Good morning Mrs. Evans”, Chris roughly whispers, his voice hoarse from minimal sleep. He nibbles on your ear teasingly before grinding his core over your ass. You whimper at the feeling his movements evoke from you.

“Mhm, I like how that sounds”, you mumble before smiling happily. The use of that name giving you butterflies. The one that now belongs to you, the name that now proves you belong to each other forever.

END OF FLASHBACK.

You wake with a start as you hear the front door slam slightly. You sit up too quickly, as you feel light-headed and your vision blurs slightly. You breath deeply, gaining your bearings before looking at the bedside clock. 7:30pm; you had slept right through dinner.

Not that it mattered because you would have been eating alone anyway, you thought.

Your body adjusts to being awake, your stomach fluttering slightly at the memories and feelings that the dream provoked. Momentarily caught in a fever dream.

Back in reality, you brain registers that there was a slam at the door. Quickly, you get up and rush downstairs to see what is happening.

As you halt at the bottom of the stairs and look out into the open plan room, you see Chris standing by the breakfast bar. The very same breakfast bar that holds so many recent heartbreaking conversations. But this time, it doesn’t bring you sadness.

There Chris stands, holding takeout food in one hand and in the other, your favourite donuts. Behind him, on the wall, hangs the framed photo from your wedding day. Your matching smiles beaming on both your faces, almost as if they are lighting up the room.

You look back at him, standing here in your house. Bringing home dinner to you. Coming home to you.

Your breath catches in your throat, “It’s you Chris, it’s always going to be you.”

You watch him place down the food on the side, before he begins striding towards you. Stuck in your spot, you can’t do anything but smile at your husband as he reaches you.

“Forever yours”, you whisper before Chris’s lips crash onto yours for the first time in months. Your lips work together as your hands grip as his waist and his grasp your neck and face so you can’t move away. So you can only feel Chris, so you can truly remember the raw intimacy and passion between you.

As your lips melt together, it feels as monumental as the moment he kissed you as you became his wife. It feels as if your story is beginning again; with a fresh start and a new-found hope for your marriage.

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sunflowers-and-cecilias · 3 years

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worse for wear -> aether x reader

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playing we will be reunited sent an image into my mind that i wasn't able to shake... i couldn't help but write about it,, i can't even imagine what it's like to be separated from my sibling orz

-> big angst but again. lots of aether crying???

-> reverse comfort? i think that's what this is

-> paimon is here too but that's just because she's a good friend

-> spoilers for we will be reunited, mentions of wounds & blood but nothing too descriptive.

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you've been traveling with Aether and Paimon for quite some time now, and while your feelings for the traveler are strong and romantic in nature, you decide not to act on them once he informs you of his missing sister. that's the first of many times that Aether looks haggard. you never forget the look in his eyes; such pretty orbs of light quickly darkened and filled with something you never thought you'd see from the hero of two nations already; hopelessness.

you vow to do everything you can to help him right then and there. that sorrowful look on his face burns it's image into your mind.

the second time, it's much more subtle. he's gone off to settle something he's told you must be done on his own. you trust him, so you don't push; not to mention, you had some commissions to take care of anyways. you're waiting by the campfire for him when he arrives, hands running through his goregous golden hair and laughing with Paimon as he approaches.

you greet the two of them with a smile, and the wave Aether returns to you feels stiff. you think it's fatigue. he takes a seat next to you and quickly begins to rebraid his hair.

you're tempted to offer to help, but the look in his eyes is determined. if the air wasn't so thick, you'd think it's cute.

that evening you fall asleep first, but when you awake in the middle of the night, Aether is in shambles by the pond down the road. the disgusted look on his face as he stares into his reflection hurts your heart, and you throw everything aside to sit next to him. your voice is quiet and sweet, and it makes him crumble even more.

" i c-can't, [name]ー i can't go on without her here and i don't- i don't even know where s-she isー she could- oh god, she could beー "

you gently hold onto his left pinkie, silently asking for permission to hold his hand. it's granted, but instead of simply interlocking fingers, he pulls you into his arms. his hold is so tight that you can't help but feel your heart squeeze. you're tough enough, so you let him. your hands reach his back and you rub circles on the exposed skin while you coo gently into his ears.

" i'm so weak, [name]ー "

" no... no you're not, Aether... "

" i couldn't even protect herー and she- i don't know- she could hate me- she could be hurt- "

" i'm sure she could never hate you, Aether... you love her so much; she must feel the same- this is the same sister who fought off, what was it, a pack of wild boars just to get back to you? she doesn't hate you... "

the exchange goes on for a while, you trying to reassure him and him trying to stop himself from feeling so helpless.

he's glad you're here.

Paimon finds you both cuddled up together by the fire, seemingly because Aether had cried himself to sleep. the sight makes her frown, and she decides to nestle herself in between you two for comfort when you both awake.

the third time is worse. much worse.

Paimon has to come get you from Mondstadt. the fear in her expression is something that makes your blood run cold.

" [n-name], come quickー it's- it's Aether-! "

" what's wrong Paimo- "

" no time to explain! please just hurry! " she's so scared of losing her best friend that you can't help but leap into action. Paimon offers a rambled explanation of what happened on the way. the words " we ran- ran into Lumine- " sent your vision into pure white. your only goal is to get to Aether.

when you do, your heart shatters.

he's sobbing on the ground in front of what looks like a hideout. he's wounded in several places, blood dripping down the side of his face and mixing with the tears he can't stop shedding. he's shaking so violently that you're worried he'll need medical attention. you're at his side in miliseconds.

he can't even speak for a while. you decide to try and clean up some of his wounds while he cries. he hates feeling like thisー he can't even look at you, he's so ashamed.

you hold him in your arms after some of the blood has been wiped off. he cries into your shoulder, against holding you so tightly that you feel your shoulders will become bruised.

" she was right there- "

you can't even speak.

" i didn't understand- what she was talking about- i-i- "

" i was too slow again- a-aand now all of my- "

you can tell that he's in some sort of shock, likely more wounded than he originally let on.

Paimon fills in some of the gaps, and with her story and his rambling, you feel heavy.

he must feel so awful. you know how much he loves his sister well now, and you ache just thinking of how torn up he must be right now.

he has the power of the gods themselves and

he can't even save his sister.

he has the support of two nations, and he still doesn't understand the one she speaks of.

he has so much strength, but he's crying like a little boy because he's so frustrated and scared that he can't even be relieved that she's okay.

you let him cry for as long as he needs. Paimon brings back some food and drink before joining in the support circle. when Aether finishes, he has trouble looking you in the eye. his voice is hoarse.

when the food is done and all three of you lie in the grass to recuperate, you can't help yourself from rolling over to look into his eyes. he doesn't have the energy to turn away. you brush hair out of his face and think.

you don't know what to say. you sigh out-

" i love you, Aether. "

" Paimon loves you too! "

he feels himself drawn to you, and rests his head on your arm, beckoning for Paimon so he can ruffle her hair.

he doesn't know what he's going to do, but if you're by his side and Paimon is still his best friend, he thinks things can get better.

" ... "

" i- "

" i love you too. "

he snuggles into your side. he looks much more peaceful when he sleeps, and that puts your heart at ease.

#genshin aether #aether x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #angst #aaaangst.#comfort #aether's crying because i havent in a whi-#a bouquet from ren #genshin angst

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userholland · 3 years

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all for her [4]

pairing: bartender!dad!tom x female!reader

summary: a single-dad bartender, a supportive best friend and their continuous, unrequited love noticed by his optimistic daughter. is it possible to break a heart they never knew they had?

word count: 10.2k!

a/n: it’s been more than a month... again... but i really hope you guys enjoy the bow to tie this series together. i do apologize this was more dad!tom than it was bartender!tom... i wish i got to spend so much more time on it with school going on, but i’m really proud of it!!! and i’m so grateful and happy for all the feedback i’ve gotten on it. thank y’all so much and your support means so much for my love for writing! if you want a epilogue, please let me know!

— masterlist ☆彡

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There was something about the morning that was so peaceful. The warm light of the sun peered through the curtains and trailed onto the duvet and part of your arm, moving across your body until it beamed in your tired eyes. Your hair had a musty smell from the rain last night, not having the energy to shower after what happened. You ran your hand over Tom’s side of the bed, the cotton sheets soft against your palm until you pressed your weight onto it to lift yourself up.

The cracks in your back echoed the room, running your fingers through your hair to push it out of your face before putting it up to not be overwhelmed by the smell. As you stretched the rest of your body, you slid over the sheets until your toes hit the cold wooden floor. You got a jolt up your spine before grabbing Tom’s grey sweatshirt on the back of his desk chair, quickly slipping it over your body to warm up from the chilliness of the fall. You could tell winter was upon you, excited to get a light blanket of snow soon.

When you walked over to the dresser, your hands held on each of the drawer handles about to pull until you took a second look at the picture set on the top. A small smile painted on your lips, reminiscing the fond memory like the picture was moving in real life. It was Summer’s first snowfall and despite her name, she loved the winter.

You bought her a big, pink coat with gloves dangled by end of the sleeves that paired with a knitted hat that covered her ears. The three of you were stood outside of the apartment and propped the camera on a window seal as the big flurries fell. With Summer on Tom’s shoulders, you stood close to him and wore his denim jacket and black beanie. Tom liked to keep it, remembering it was one of the first times his life felt whole again since he was gifted with Summer.

After brisking through Tom’s top drawer, not believing how he didn’t organize his socks, you found white, crew socks and slipped them on before walking to the door and carefully turned the doorknob. The sounds of chirping birds could be heard from behind the windows in the living room and no honking cars to wake up the neighborhood, as if everything had fallen back into it’s perfect place.

Summer’s door was cracked open, enough that when you peaked in, you could see her and Tom snuggled on her twin bed. It made Tom look bigger than he was, seeing the pink duvet covering them and his arms were wrapped around her. You were happy to see them together, better than having to walk past an empty room again and Tom asleep on the couch.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

She sobbed when she got home, relieved to be home and she missed Tom so much. Her arms were tight around his neck and her legs were squeezing around his waist, so it was almost impossible for him to put her down. With her head tucked in his shoulder, the somber cries she whimpered broke his heart as they walked into the apartment. At first they sat on the couch and he ran his hand over her damp hair till it air-dried, forgetting that it was in the middle of the night and all of you needed to go to bed.

“Daddy, can you sleep with me? Please.” Summer asked, her voice so innocent and tired.

“Of course. Of course…” Tom trailed, kissing her temple and rubbing her back. His tears wouldn’t stop either, trailing down his cheeks as he continued to embrace her while they sat together.

They were parted for a month, but it felt like years to them.

“I’m gonna warm up some clothes for her and give her bath, okay?” You put your hand on Tom’s shoulder, rubbing it as he nodded in response.

Summer instantly attached to you when you pulled her away from Tom, uncoiling her arms from his touch and she held you like she was hanging in mid-air. You carried her to the bathroom, closing the door behind the two of you. After wrapping her casted arm in saran wrap and a plastic bag, you helped her get in the bath then shampooed her hair gently and gave her rag to wash up.

She was getting older now, wanting to already be more independent, but you wanted to make sure she didn’t drown if she fell asleep or hit her head on the side of the tub. With her small eyes heavy and body like jello, you were careful with her as she yawned every two minutes. Her sniffling made your heart tremble, but you’re relieved that she just had your number and was able to call. You admired how smart she was and couldn’t believe she was growing up so fast.

After warming her favorite pajamas in the dryer, you helped her change in her bedroom and combed through her wet hair with a comb. She was sat on the bed, but her eyes kept fluttering at the relaxing feeling of the brush massaging against her scalp. Putting some fuzzy socks on her feet, you tucked her into bed. The whole time, Tom had to stay in the living room trying to compose himself, his hands pressed against his temples and his head down.

You carefully closed Summer’s door, but not all the way, just so the hall light didn’t peak in. When you walked over and saw Tom, you slowly approached him and squated down to be face to face with him. Tom had his hands on his face, still unable to process everything that happened. His clothes were soaked and his hair was wet, but you still ran your hands through it to comfort him.

“Hey… she’s okay. She’s already asleep.” You reassured him, placing your hand on his knee.

Tom lifted his head, his eyes were red around the waterline and the whites of them were bloodshot. Your thumb gently ran on his tinted cheek, sealing your lips as you waited for him to say anything.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sniffed, running his hand over his wet curls, slicking them back.

Your eyes glossed, “What do you mean? Tom, she’s back home.”

Tom sniffled, his wrist against his nose to rub off his tears and his hand trembling, “Yeah, but, w-what if this isn’t enough? What if she… is taken again? What happens then?” His breath shaky, already overwhelmed.

Your heart kept breaking, seeing him fall even more apart. “You got her, she’s here now. There’s nothing else you need to do other than go in there because all she wants right now is her dad. Okay?” You softly told him, running your hand along his knee.

“I just can’t lose her again.”

You shook your head, “No, no, You won’t. You won’t and I’ll tell you that a thousand times more. You love her and no matter what happens, you’re gonna find a way. We’re gonna find a way.”

Tom nodded, your foreheads gently pressed together before you cupped his cheek, your lips trembling as they planted a light kiss on his nose and trailed to his lips. You felt Tom’s hand place on the back of your hair, raking his fingers through it as you nuzzled your face into his neck with your arms wrapped around him. Both of you sniffled, complete messes, but you had to pull yourselves together for Summer and be there for her now that she was home.

“Get changed then get some sleep, okay?” You told him, getting back on your feet and reaching a hand out to him. After he lifted up on his feet, you playfully pushed his back as he started walking away. A sigh of relief left your lips as you plopped on the couch, taking some time to come down from the adrenaline as well. It could be compared to the end of a classic symphony, when the cymbals rhythmic banging and high notes of the violins all come to a halt followed by the final boom of the drums. It was all over.

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The warm sunshine beamed against the pale yellow walls of Summer’s room when you peaked in. You glared at the two of them in their still slumber, not wanting to disturb them this early so you carefully closed the door. You held the doorknob to the left, slowly letting it go until you heard the click of the the bolt.

Tom wasn’t able to tell you the conversation last night between him and Maggie, but it didn’t feel important since he was able to have Summer back. While you spited her and wanted to hate her, you didn’t want to butt your life into his past. You knew that if it really bothered Tom, he would tell you, but all that mattered was that your girl was home and you both couldn’t have been happier about it.

An hour later, Tom appeared from the bedroom with Summer on his hip. With her head rested on his shoulder and a pout on her lips, you chuckled as you admired their mirrored, tired expressions.

“The resemblance is uncanny.” You jeered, leaning with your back toward the counter with a cup of tea in your hands.

Tom’s lazy smile was angelic, a half-grin on his lips before he pressed a soft kiss against your temple.

“Good morning, babe.” He said in a groggy tone.

“Morning.” You grinned, smiling and running your hand gently over the top of Summer’s hair, “She must be exhausted. We’re you both able to sleep at all last night?”

“Yeah, but I think she can skip school today. I’ll call in a few minutes... I wanna stay here for the rest of the day with her or at least, until I have work.” Tom said at a whisper, setting Summer on the couch and she stirred in her light sleep. He placed the blanket on the arm of the sofa over her body, tucking it between her and the couch to keep her warm.

“I think that’s great. It was a long night for her.” You sighed as Tom walked back over to you, “God, I can’t get her voice out of my head when I heard her on the phone... When she asked for us to come pick her up, I panicked and I just-”

“You did the right thing, babe. I got it all taken care of… well, at least a bit right now… Crap, I almost forget, I have to make sure her follow up appointment for her arm is next Wednesday.” Tom comforted you, rubbing your shoulders before his hands cupped your face. He left another kiss on the center of your forehead before he sat at the kitchen table. You set a cup of tea infront of him and he wrapped his hand around the mug handle, bringing it to his lips and the strong scent of lemon waking him up.

You placed your cup on the counter, wrapping your arms around Tom’s neck from behind, still stood while he relaxed his back against the chair.

“Is your dad gonna call later?” You asked him, kissing the top of his head and laying your cheek against his hair.

He nodded as he took another sip, “Yeah, we’re gonna talk about the lawyer stuff. Maybe I can ask him what I can do about… Summer and dealing with custody.” Tom said, a bit unsure with a furrowed brow.

His hand gently came up, rubbing your forearm as you still had your arms around him. His thumb smoothly ran over your soft skin as you leaned your head down, pressing a kiss on his cheek.

“We’ll figure it all out.” You whispered against his ear, “And if all else fails, we’ll move to Europe and change our identities.”

Tom’s chuckle erupted, his smile gleaming as he bought the palm of your hand up to kiss.

“You know, I need your jokes sometimes. Just to realize how much you hold me down.” Tom jeered, but meant what he said.

As you unwound your arms from him, your hand ran across his shoulders before you looked down at him and tilted his chin up. Everything about him was taken with time, his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown and the features in his face were carved in perfectly. You loved the crinkles by his eyes when he smiled wide or laughed hard, remembering it was one of the reasons you loved to make him laugh.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Ready to be back in dad mode?” You grinned, rubbing his back.

“As much as I can be.”

With that, you turned around and his eyes followed you down the hall. From the way you stood on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf for linens and how you put your tongue between your lips, he could list a million different reasons to be in love with you. He couldn’t have found a fatal flaw other than being too nice when it wasn’t necessary. You had so much love to give and Tom had known that since you were kids, thinking about the times you left animal crackers by the weeping willow by the playground at school. You’d hope the fun-shaped crackers would give it some nutrients, making it not be sad anymore and Tom, only nine years old, didn’t have the heart to tell you that squirrels would steal them.

That attitude hadn’t changed as you got older, always seeing you pull through your worst and most stressful times. Especially throughout college, Tom had tried to be as much as he could to be your best friend without letting his feelings shift platonic affection. He didn’t expect you to stay around much when Summer appeared on his doorstep, wondering if you would push away from the sudden commitment he took on. But, he laid down one day and realized it wasn’t like you to keep your distance when something this drastic happened. What he didn’t know is that you were all in from the start. Since the day you met until right here and right now, you weren’t leaving each other no matter what or who tried to come between you.

As Tom finished his tea and you were in the shower, Summer slowly stirred out of her sleep and got up from the couch. In her matching, lavender pajamas, she pushed her hair out of her face before walking up to Tom. He chuckled at her lazy daze, but he opened his arms and she crawled into them to sit on his lap.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He chuckled, kissing her temple repeatedly.

“Good morning, daddy.” She mumbled and wiped her eyes with the back of her non-casted hand.

“What are we feeling this morning? Cereal? Pancakes? Maybe that oatmeal you like, the cinnamon and apples flavor?” Tom asked her, wanting to spoil her with anything he could.

“Can I have pears with cinnamon, please?” Summer asked, looking into her father’s eyes.

Tom lifted her as he stood up, “Of course, you can. Whatever your little heart desires.” He smiled, placing her in the chair and kissing the top of her messy hair.

When he walked over to the fruit bowl by the corner of the kitchen counter, Summer shifted to sitting on her knees with her elbows against the table so she could watch Tom make her breakfast.

“Daddy?” She asked, her voice so benevolent.

“Yes?” Tom replied with his back still toward her.

“Do I have to go back there? To the lady’s house? Because… I don’t wanna go back there. That lady was mean and I didn’t like her.” She summarized, tracing her short and tiny fingers along the wood of the kitchen table.

Tom turned around, pausing his chopping and he didn’t know what to say in the first few seconds.

“You never have to go back there unless you want to, okay? I promise you. We keep our promises, remember?” Tom reminded her with a soft tone.

“You promised I didn’t have to stay there, but you left me there.” She pouted, not making eye contact with him.

A chill ran up his spine, this conversation worrying him since the day he dropped her off and made that unforeseen promise. The first promise he didn’t know he would break. He didn’t want to lie to her, but even with the sake of that being for Maggie’s benefit, he still knew he lied. Tom presumed Summer would forget that he promised not to leave her there, remembering how assured she was it was just a weekend, but it had been a month and Tom wondered what went through her mind now.

“I know, sweetheart… but, I promise. You’re here for good.” Tom walked back over and she finally looked up at him, her eyes glassy.

“Okay, daddy.” She muttered, but he had to hug her. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to second guess everything and get too comfortable before something worse could happen.

“I love you, kid.” Tom said, kissing the top of her head again.

After Tom gave Summer her breakfast, she could barely keep her head up to bring the fork to her mouth. He knew she was overtired from the night before, so he brought her back to the couch to rest and leave on some cartoons at a low volume. He laid down too, of course, her on top of him and her head was against his chest. Oddly, she laid flat against him and she was stiff as a board, her hair in her face and her mouth slightly gapped. A few times she’d twitch in her sleep and it made Tom nervous, thinking something was wrong, but it was his heightened protectiveness and he knew he couldn’t keep remaining on edge about her being taken away again. It was hard to not think that now, but Tom knew once she got used to the feeling of home again, everything will go back to normal. Blood or not, she was his daughter and he was her father and no one could take that away from them.

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A few hours pass and Tom expected a call from his dad any second so, he suggested that you and Summer go out for a bit to avoid the conversation. After she got dressed and you put on her jacket, the two of you got your shoes on by the door. Summer sat on the ground, grabbing the black and white converses off the shoe rack and carefully used the bunny ears technique on her laces.

“Loop… loop and pull.” She mumbled, pulling at the thread coils.

As you slipped on your sneakers, Tom walked out from the bathroom and smiled at Summer sat, her face contorting as she concentrated on the knot.

“Daddy, look, I did it!”

“Good job, kid!” He chuckled, helping her on her feet, “So, did you and Y/N find out what you’re gonna do?”

“We’re gonna see the duckies!” She giggled and you nodded to her statement.

“Ah, sounds like fun. I wish I could come, but maybe this weekend. We can go after your doctor’s appointment.” Tom proposed and Summer nodded frantically, her hair bouncing and moving around.

You grinned, “Alright, we’re gonna go. You need anything while we’re out?”

Tom’s eyes gleamed at the sight of your smile, “No, I’m good.”

“Okay, We’ll see you soon.” You grin, giving him a light kiss.

Summer giggled to herself before she grabbed your hand, leading the way out the door. Tom chuckled before he shut the door behind you and he sighed, starting to feel the pieces fall back together. Throughout the time Summer was away, he didn’t realize in the moment how you stayed. It was just that simple and even imagining the future, he saw your face. Everything between you two had lead up to this moment and he knew it in his heart that there was a reason for something bringing the both of you together. He wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual or he’d let too many movies get to his head, but somehow fate seemed in his favor. He wished he could have changed some things to please others with the bridges he’s burnt through his life and with his family, but he wouldn’t change his entire life if it didn’t have you or Summer in it.

As you strolled to the park, you couldn’t stop smiling as you talked to Summer. She went on about how she wanted to make Christmas cookies already and how many people had signed her cast, almost no room to even squeeze in another. She was an extrovert by heart, just like her dad and how charismatic he could be once he opens up. You held her hand when you crossed streets and you followed her close when you wondered around the market to get the bread to feed the ducks. After checking out, you two walked to your favorite park, the one she missed so much, to the bench you always sat at that was a few feet away from the pond.

“That one’s name is… Marty.” She said, squatting by the edge of the grass.

You were sat in the grass with your legs crossed, “And that one’s name?” You pointed to the duck with a white tail.

“...Allen.” She giggled, tossing another piece of bread in the water.

You chuckled, “And which one is your favorite?”

“I like Dorothy and Duke because they’re a couple.” She said as she ripped up another piece of bread.

“How do you know they’re together?”

“Because they kiss sometimes. They love each other, just like you and daddy.” Summer replied, looking at the bread as she bunched it up and threw it in the water.

A heat rose to your cheeks, “I guess you’re right.” You chuckled a bit as you watched her keep throwing the bread, watching the ducks swoop it up with their beaks as they passed by.

She turned to you, “Y/N.”

“Summer.” You smiled.

“Are you and my daddy gonna get married? You guys kiss now and people who get married kiss too.” She said in her explanation of what love was to her.

“Well… We’re together now, but we’re not getting married.” You tried to explain in a soft tone, wanting her to understand.

“But, I want you to be my mommy.” She squinted her eyes looking toward you because the sun was in her eyes, her nose scrunched as well.

You sighed, “I’m your best friend and I’m always gonna be here for you.” You could promise her that much, but you didn’t want to say what you really thought, not wanting her to get an permanent image in her head.

She pouted, but didn’t respond at first. It’s like she was gathering her thoughts together before saying what was on her mind.

“I hate that lady I stayed with. She was mean and didn’t tell me bedtime stories.” She mumbled as she sat with you, gently pulling at the grass.

You nodded, “You don’t hate her.”

“I did! She was mean. She’s not my mommy. She’s like the evil queen in Snow White.” She protested, her eyes widening as her voice emphasized.

“Summer, she’s your mom.” You sighed.

“Cinderella’s mommy was mean.” She pointed out.

It almost made you chuckle at how persistent she was, but nevertheless, you told her, “Well, you don’t have to see her until you want to, okay? Your dad isn’t gonna let that happen again, neither will I.”

Summer got up, pushing her hands against the grass before she moved closer to you. She rested her head against your shoulder as she coiled her arm around yours, holding you tight as the two of you watched the ducks float by, some of them swimming alongside their ducklings. The light breeze kept you cool, blowing your hair out of your face, and the kids laughing as they ran around.

Meanwhile, Tom was pacing the kitchen with his phone practically glued to his ear. His dad told him about his options, laying out the routes they could take for this settlement to be as easy as it could be without there being any loopholes. With Tom’s bruises healing, he still had to go to follow up appointments for his concussion and his dad thinks it’s enough to let Tom be heard by the judge.

His court appearance was coming up, but Tom’s dad would come with him to make sure everything went as they were planning. It was nice to feel connected to his dad again, maybe not under these circumstances, but he felt supported again and maybe he was all this time. Tom’s anger had masked that his dad did genuinely care for him, it was his stepmom’s doing that wedged them apart and Tom was still trying to figure out how to deal with her, but he wanted to maintain his relationship with his dad as well as try to mend the shifty one with his mom.

“So, we’ll meet at the courthouse on the 20th, 10a.m.” Tom stated.

His dad nodded, “Sounds good to me.”

Tom chuckled, “Thanks so much… for everything.”

“I’m your dad, you don’t have to thank me. If you did, it would be your first words.” His dad jeered, sitting back in his office chair.

“Yeah…” Tom trailed, “Hey, are you guys doing… anything big for Thanksgiving?”

His dad was surprised, his eyebrows raised as he replied, “Uh, yeah. Have a few friends over, maybe your uncle Ted and Aunt Lorriane. There’s always room for more.” His dad smiled.

“Well, I was thinking that, maybe, me and Y/N came come… and Summer, of course.” Tom gulped, tucking his hand under his other arm as he leaned against the counter.

“Yeah, we’d love to have you. Of course, we’d love to have you.” His dad was surprised by how open-minded Tom was becoming.

“I think it would be great after… all this. You know? And I want you guys to meet Y/N.” Tom shrugged.

“We’d love that too… how are things with her after everything?” Tom’s dad followed up, smiling to himself.

Tom bit his bottom lip, “She’s been so… supportive. It’s crazy how supportive she’s been… I don’t think I could have gotten through all of this without her. She’s always been there for Summer and… I think I want her in my life forever.” He chuckled, finally admitting it out loud and even surprising himself.

Tom’s dad chuckled, “You sound pretty serious.”

“I really am… I’m gushing, but I don’t think I could have gotten through any of this if I didn’t have her.” Tom trailed, tracing his finger along the table.

“Well it’s nice to have someone have your back through something tough like this and she’s a nice girl… and Summer is comfortable with her?”

“Yeah, they’re actually hanging out at the park right now.”

His dad smiled to himself for a few seconds, turning in his chair to face his desk, “I remember when your mom and I met, it was the year before you were born.

Tom arched his eyebrow, “Wow, you guys got married that… fast?”

“Yeah, yeah. I took the morning train to this internship I had in Massachusetts. When I had to get home, she worked at the ticketing booth for a few weeks, but I thought she was cute so… instead of getting one of those reusable cards, I just went to her every night for the train back home. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I kept asking for a ticket that went the opposite way of where I actually lived.”

“Sappy.” Tom chuckled, surprised and not knowing this. He realized he never really asked since his parents had been separated more years than they were together.

“Once I told her, we went on a few dates, I got a card and… we got married six months later, I think. Then, we had you less than a year later.”

“But, didn’t you guys… miss out on just being in your twenties?” Tom replied, biting the inside of his cheek.

His dad shrugged, the memories all surging in at once, “Well, we knew we loved each other… at the time. We would have rather gotten married then and figured out if we were meant to be than to not do it at all, I guess… and we got a great kid out of it.”

A smile curled up on Tom’s lips, surprised by how his dad felt about his mom or at least how they used to feel about one another. He always imagined that they lived an ordinary lives, pretending that they used to be in love when they don’t talk unless it’s through Tom. He knew there was probably more to their story, but from what he just heard now, Tom believed that there’s a reason for you in his life more than co-parenting or being his best friend. There’s a reason why you’re still together throughout all this. Why it took so long to realize that he loved you more than “just platonic”. You had faith in each other.

“I’m sure your mom remembers it more than me, but we had fun.” His dad added, clicking his pen.

“Yeah, I should probably call her soon. I don’t even know where she is.”

“Paris… I talked to her the other day about the whole… well, your situation and I didn’t want to say anything but, she was thinking of surprising you... She wanted to take time off because of what I told her..” Tom’s dad spilled.

Tom felt his face heart up from the sudden announcement, “Well, that’s mom.”

“She’ll be excited to know everything’s going okay, I’m sure.”

Tom smiled, “Yeah… everything’s perfect.”

After the lengthy conversation Tom had with his dad, they eventually hung up and there was a silence that fell in the apartment. Instead of feeling the loneliness he did for those few weeks, he was anticipated for you two to come home and all three of you could have dinner, maybe talk about what your plans were for Thanksgiving and Christmas. There was so much he looked forward to now, even more so now that he was assured that you were the one for him, but he was scared that there was some chance he wasn’t the one for you. It’s not like favors worked for him through life, so it was easy to be skeptical about this, but all that mattered was the risk of taking a shot and trying not to let the universe get to him.

His wandering thoughts paused when the front door unlocked, already seeing Summer slipping through and she practically jumped into Tom’s arms while he was still sat down. She crawled on top of him and she wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms wrapped around her as well.

“How was the park?” He chuckled, glancing at you coming in.

You set your purse and Summer’s backpack on the wall hooks, “Good, saw the duckies and even some turtles… and we named each one of them.” You grinned, walking over and leaning against the counter.

“You should have come, daddy! There were so many!” Summer giggled, her loose tooth crooked on the front, bottom teeth.

“Ah, well, they’ll be there tomorrow and the day after that and even the day after that. We can go next week too, kid.” He grinned and she hugged him tight, leaning on him and their faces pressed together. Tom felt the instant warmth Summer radiated, even if it was cold outside.

“Promise?” She asked.

“Pinky swear.” He said, holding out his hand with his fingers tucked into his hand with just his pinky out.

She held hers out, carefully wrapping it around his and he chuckled, giving her a quick eskimo kiss before Summer crawled off of him.

“Hey, why don’t you wash your hands… make sure you don’t get water in the cast. Then, we can have an early dinner in front of the TV. How does that sound?” Tom suggested and you nodded in agreement.

“Okay, daddy.” Summer nodded back, her eyes sparkling and she took off into the bathroom. You two heard her take the stool out, the wood shifting against the tiled bathroom before the sink turned on.

Tom turned to you as he got up, a warm smile painted on his lips as he stood toe to toe with you.

“Why are you smiling so much? Good news, I assume.” You grinned, crossing your arms and leaning more against the counter.

“I can’t smile at my beautiful and lovely girlfriend?” Tom swooned.

As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he ran his hands down your side before placing them on your hips. You couldn’t hide your smile either, leaning in without thinking twice about it and brushing your nose against his. As your lips pressed together, slowly and tenderly, his hands slid into the back pockets of your jeans to pull you closer. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, nothing too harsh, but you could feel his warmth curling around you, squeezing your body gently and feeling this instant sense of complete comfortable.

You giggled against his lips, pulling away and he slightly tilted his head, moving your stray hair behind your ear to see your face. The two of you didn’t need words when every piece seemed to be falling back into place.

“Okay, my hands are clean!” Summer yelled from the bathroom, making you two break your kiss with more laughter. She ran from the bathroom and into the kitchen, running up to Tom and leaning on his leg.

Tom smiled as he leaned down, wrapping his arm around Summer’s torso and pulled her up as if she weighed like nothing. Her giggles sent him happiness, ever since she was a baby and could only wrap her hand around his finger. She sat on his hip, coiled around her dad like adhesive and you couldn’t help but grin and rub her back.

“Can we have mac and cheese?” She asked Tom.

“You can have whatever your little heart desires, kid.” Tom kissed her temple, setting her back down.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” Tom promised, his hand tickling her stomach and a warm burst of laugh left her mouth.

Her sneakers touched the floor, watching her run to the cabinet with the pots and pans. As you watched them collect what they needed to start dinner, their voices seemed to fade away, like they were in another room and a wall stood tall between. A muffling to their tones as they stood in front of the stove, but you leaned by the kitchen door frame with your arms crossed. You were happy, more than over the moon to see Summer back where she belonged, but how long would it be until another conflict arose? What if Tom couldn’t claim custody… would he crumble again and you would have to help him pick up the pieces all over again? If he wasn’t her biological father, where did that leave you? You wanted what was best for the both of them, but you didn’t want it to lead to arguments and more confusion for her if she couldn’t even stand her own mother.

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Tossing and turning, the mattress creaked beneath you while trying to fall asleep. Your brows furrowed, trying to settle your head into the pillow but it was like trying to slumber on a rocky sea. You laid your back flat once you gave up, staring at the ceiling with the strip of light from the streetlight outside. It’s like you could hear anything from a five-mile radius, suddenly you picked up on the tiniest sound and it was like someone poking your neck with a needle. Trying to drown out the noises, you heard the deadbolt unlock from the creak you left in the door. You felt frozen, hearing the keys drop on the table by the door.

Tom sighed, a long breath passing his lips as he run his hands through soft, brown curls. The clock on the wall told 2:45 a.m., not expecting to stay out this late, but he was making such good tips that it would have been silly to leave. As he entered the bedroom, his tired brown eyes laid on you, under the covers. His hand dug into his back pocket, pulling out the wad of dollar bills and placing them on the dresser.

You still closed your eyes, hearing his belt buckle unclip and the dressers open, his hands rummaging through some of his clothes. You wondered if you should say something, anything, knowing your mind was filled to the brim with thoughts, enough that it couldn’t let you go to sleep.

The weight lifted off Tom’s sore feet, his body sinking into the bed as he carefully shifted himself under the covers, trying not to wake you. With your back turned to him, Tom got comfortable and warm with the duvet insulating him, moving his hands under his head. Silence fell in the room, nothing but the crickets chirping in the night.

You slowly turned on your other side, facing Tom with your face snug against your pillow. Seeing him made you forget all of those heavy thoughts, the ones about him and your future, but you couldn’t just make it go away from the sight of his pretty eyes.

“Hey, sorry, did I wake you?” His voice groggy.

“No, I’ve been up for a while..” You trailed, your hands by your chest.

“What’s keeping you up?”

Tom turned on his side, his hand against his head as his elbow pushed into the pillow.

You sighed, “You know I love you, right?” You sealed your lips, trying to keep eye contact with him.

He chuckled, crinkles by the sides of his eyes, “I love you too… What’s going on?”

Tom’s fingers moved your hair from your forehead, his hand planting to your cheek and his thumb brushing against your cheek, “What’s going through your head, babe?” He asked, his voice always comforting.

You placed your hand on top of his, moving your intertwined hands to your chest, “Whatever happens with Summer, I want you to know that… I’m there for you. I know I’ve said it a million times before, but… I’m not her mom. I’m her best-friend… but, I don’t know if I can be a mom.” You trailed, squeezing his hand.

“But, you’re practically-”

“I’m not. At the end of the day, I’ve helped you.. I’ve done everything I can for her. But, you’re her father. Even if the papers don’t say it, deep down and full-heartedly, you’re her father, but… she has a mom.”

Tom gave your hand a squeeze, “You want me to keep Maggie in Summer’s life?... No, no way. She didn’t care for her until now and it was all because she was selfish.”

“Exactly. I know you don’t see it now but, she needs to have some connection to her mom. If it doesn’t work out that way then… that’s fair. I think things just got off the wrong foot the more I think about it. I mean, what if I’m not enough and-”

“Hey, hey… you are enough. You’re more than enough.” Tom said, his tone soft.

You barely grimaced, still holding his hand as if he was slipping through your fingers. Suddenly, everything went quiet and it was just the two of you in your own little world. His hand securely locked yours and was against your chest, feeling your heart pound for the first few seconds until it went back to its steady beat.

“One day at a time. You and me.” Tom promised.

You replied with a nod and Tom kissed the center of your forehead, trailing to your nose before you shifted closer to him and curled up to embrace the warmness between your bodies. His arm moved behind your neck and around your shoulder, like being in a safety net.

For a few minutes, his fingers slowly carded through the back of your hair, a relaxing comfort as you fell into a deep sleep with knowing you were protected in his arms. Tom stayed up longer than he should have, watching the red-lit minutes change on the clock by his bedside, but he wanted to make sure you were asleep because you needed the rest. A few times, you’d nuzzle your face against his chest, shifting your arms around him and he adjusted his grip around you with the shift of your position.

“I love you.” He whispered, even though he knew you were asleep.

It wasn’t so scary to say out loud anymore. He was so happy about it, he lazily smiled while his eyes began to feel heavy and they fluttered as he also fell asleep right next to you. For once, his world truly was at peace and looking up. The grin on his face lost the tension on the corners of his mouth, light snores between the two of you. Until, he suddenly jolted out of his slumber when there was a light touch on his back shoulder.

Tom shot his head up, a quick breath through his nose before his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He saw Summer standing by his bed, her hair in a bun with her fly-aways highlighted from the streetlight coming in from the window behind her. Just like her dad, she had the same exhausted look on her small face and all she wanted was to be with him. As much as she thought she wanted to be on her own, her thinking six was practically grown, Summer couldn’t deny she was a daddy’s girl.

“Daddy…” She whispered.

“W-What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Tom cleared his throat, carefully leaning over to the other side of the bed.

“Can I sleep with you and Y/N? I had a bad dream...” Summer maintained her whisper.

“Of course… hop in. Get between us.”

Summer pulled herself up, crawling over Tom as he pulled down the covers between the two of you. Your sleep was deep enough that you didn’t budge but, Summer still slid in carefully and faced toward Tom. He wrapped his arm around her, facing her and you and he realized how long it had passed since that’d done this. He knew his days of checking for monsters in the closet and under the bed would run up soon, as well as walking her up to school and holding her hand. The more he thought about how much he cared about her, the less the paternity test meant to him. It couldn’t erase all the memories they’ve made and the hardships they faced. Moments like this were the reason he was her father, not some test.

Of course, he was filled with anxieties and dread that she would push away if he told her the truth, but he couldn’t worry about that now because she was and will always be his family. He’d rather him than a deadbeat be her father, happy to protect her from the evil and bad and there to sing her a lullaby if the night seemed to dark and mysterious, filled with make believe beings that she thought were so real or even holding her hand tight as she stepped over cracks on the sidewalk. Happy, sad, angry, sick, anything, Tom wanted to be there for every moment and even when she has her own family.

The thought of her growing up in the blink of an eye could make him tear up when she fit so perfectly in his arms, so small and delicate and more than ready to see the world even though Tom thought the world wasn’t ready fo her.

“Daddy, too tight.” She warned, her voice muffled in his chest.

“Sorry.” He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.

A few hours later, the sun slowly rose over the horizon and shined through the windows by each side of the bed. The birds chirped, some landing on the fire escape outside, while the cars drove on the street below along with occasional dogs barking from passing one another.

As you moved your face against the pillow, your eyes fluttered open as a small smile curled up on your tired face. Waking up to the sight of Summer asleep on top of Tom was something you could get used to. You reached out, running your hand over her back before pushing her hair out of her face. Her cheek was against his chest, making her lips a bit pursed and eyebrows rested. You leaned your head against Tom’s shoulder, nuzzling your face into his neck and giving him a light kiss on the start of his jaw.

After a few minutes, Tom stirred out of his sleep, comfortable when he woke up next to his two girls. You lifted your head to look at him, smiling with both of you sharing lazy glances.

“Good morning… How’d you sleep?” You asked him, low enough to not wake Summer.

“Perfect.” Tom grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

The morning went by quickly and the next moment, the three of you were in the car and driving to Summer’s school. Tom’s knuckles were practically snow white from how tight he was gripping the stirring wheel and his back straight against the seat as if he were being tailed by someone but the roads were mostly empty.

His jaw clenched, a nervousness building up in his gut the closer he got to the school. When Tom eventually stopped at a red light, you cautiously placed your hand on his leg, “Why are you so anxious, baby?” You asked, watching him place his hand on top of yours.

“I’m not, just tired.” He faked a grin, giving your hand a light squeeze.

You tilted your head, “Really?”

Tom’s eyes moved to the rearview mirror, glancing at Summer with her headphones on, flattening the top of her hair, as she played with her iPad.

He turned to you, “Just like having her back is all.”

But you knew he was scared about having to let her go for a few hours. It may have felt overreactive, but Tom thought if it could happen once, the idea of a second time easily creeped its way up in his head.

Your eyes glossed, “Nothing bad is gonna happen, okay? Trust me, I don’t think we’ll let anyone take our girl unless they kill us over it… not to be completely dramatic.” You joked, just to see him smile.

Even though you felt like a bit of a broken record, but you didn’t blame him for worrying. What Maggie did was unforgivable, leaving Tom with an anxiety in his chest like no other, but all you could do was be there for him and remind him that abandonment wasn’t around the corner. You had to keep him hopeful, almost making Tom himself feel guilty for constantly being on his toes, but he knew you were his anchor to keep him from drifting away to drown in his own doubts.

“Thanks.” He said, glancing down at your hands.

When you got to school, you waited in the car while Tom walked Summer to the front door. Some of the parents wondered where he went, but they passed by with their friendly greetings before the two of them got to the sidewalk.

Tom kneeled down, “You have your lunch?”

“Yes.” Summer nodded.

“Water? Books? Everything you need?” He fixed the collar of her t-shirt.

“Yes, daddy.” She giggled, thinking he was acting silly.

He cracked a smile, “Okay. I’ll see you after school and maybe you can show me the duckies.”

Summer nodded with excitement, giving Tom a quick hug and his hand held hers for a few seconds until it slipped through his fingers. She ran up to the teacher escorting the kids in as he got back on his feet, his eyes not leaving her till Summer turned back around by the door frame and gave a quick wave.

Just seeing that reminded him of living in the moment now is what was important. Not the past, not the future, just being there to see her beautiful smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

The courthouse’s walls felt like they were closing in even though the ceilings were high and the halls were grand. Well-dressed people passed by with their phones glued to their ears and others pressed tissues to their eyes, holding them to catch their tears and mascara. Sounds of heels clicked against the granite floors, loudly echoing as they sauntered by you and Tom.

“Hey, it’s gonna go okay. There’s no way they won’t give you any compensation.” You reassured him, adjusting his black tie and laying it flat against his white button up.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just kind of loud in here… and hot.” Tom looked down, rubbing the back of his neck.

You knew it was because his dad wasn’t here yet. It meant a lot to him, even if he didn’t want to admit it, but if there was some chance of it happening, you had to keep him cheery. You moved your hands down the front of his suit jacket, brushing off anything, but you looked back into his eyes.

“Hey… Tommy, look at me.” You softly asked. It was something you said to him often, trying to remind him that you were there completely. He just needed a bit of a reminder sometimes that he didn’t have to be alone in everything.

Tom glanced up at you, those brown eyes glimmering. Your glance shifted to the light bruise faded under his eye along with the scar by his cheek, almost gone but you knew it left more than a scar for him. It was just a reminder of the hardest and most confusing time of his life, maybe, but this was all you assumed. He never knew what was going through Tom’s head as equally as knowing just from the look on his face or in his eyes. Just like right now.

“It’s gonna be fine and you don’t even need to say much. That’s why we have lawyers.” You grinned, a giggle following and he cracked a smile back.

“I love you, you know that?” He asked.

You stood close to him, your heads angled at one another, “I love you too.”

Before you could say something else, you both Tom’s dad’s voice which made you turn around to the hall behind you. His dad walked up with his lawyer, obviously both of them close from how they smiled and chuckled from their conversation. Tom said his dad knew him for a long time, even helping with the separation of his parents a few years ago. Tom thought if his dad trusted this guy enough, so could he.

“Hey son, you look good.” His dad smiled, giving you and Tom quick hugs before both of you shook hands with the lawyer.

“Y/N, this is Joseph, Tom’s lawyer today.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Make sure you keep him sane.” You jeered.

“He’ll be fine.” Joseph grinned, patting Tom’s shoulder.

Tom sealed his lips, then the corners of his mouth lifting up to quickly smile. You grinned back, rubbing his back before kissing his cheek.

“We’ll be waiting out here.” Tom’s dad told him.

It wasn’t easy watching him go in without you even though you’d just spent a few minutes calming him down. You didn’t think this wouldn’t fall through, still grateful he wasn’t more hurt from this, but you didn’t know what would come after this. His fingers slipped away from yours, your stomach dropped and goosebumps ran over your skin as if a chill suddenly blew in. Hiding your distress, all you could do was sit on the bench and wait for him.

“He’ll be okay in there. There’s no question.” His dad assured you, seeing the same details in his face as Tom does like the crinkles by his eyes or the freckles along his nose.

“Thanks. I don’t know why I’m nervous.” You shrugged, crossing your leg over the other.

“You guys have been through a lot. But, this should make things smooth over for a bit while you get back on your feet.”

You nodded, “I was scared because he’s the most stable person I know, but after these past weeks? I had never seen him fall apart so quickly.”

“Well, he told me you helped him throughout that.”

You chuckled, “We help each other. I don’t know what I’d do without him either.”

“That just shows you guys care about each other. Won’t leave each other hanging… You need that right now more than anything.” Tom’s dad spoke from his experiences with his past marriage, happy to hear that his son was not only being supportive, but also being supported by someone who obviously loved him.

You sniffled, “We really do… I’ve been having to take him to his… concussion appointments and they put him in this big machine and make him do all these tests and…” You nodded, “I was already thinking of what the next step was if something bad happened. I mean, luckily, everything has been fine… I guess it’s just assuming something else can hit us while we’re already down… but, I’m okay because I know we have each other’s backs.”

He wasn’t sure to impose, but his dad still reached out for your shoulder and gave a comforting rub. You appreciated it although you didn’t know Tom’s dad that well, you can see where he got his kindness and confidence from clear as day, just even the tone of his voice was similar that you knew Tom always admired his father despite their parted relationship recently.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

After an hour or two, most of your time was spent people watching and observing them from where you sat, feeling like you couldn’t do much else. You tried not to pick at your nails or shake your leg, but you felt like you were itching out of your own skin from what was going on behind that thick door. A few times you thought it was opening, making you turn your head constantly at any noise from that way.

Finally, Tom walked out, his lawyer by his side, and his smile was bright which made you reflect one right back.

“I got the compensation.” He chuckled in relief, his arms around wrapping around you and lifting you off your feet.

Tears filled both your eyes, the small accomplishment feeling like a weight slowly being taken off your chest and giving you more hope for whatever came next.

Tom placed you back on your feet, leaning over to bear hug his dad and they shared a few chuckles.

“How much was it?” His dad asked.

“A little over $9,000. Enough to pay for some bills, Summer’s school, savings.” Tom trailed, wiping his tears with the side of his hand.

His dad grinned, “I’d say that’s a call for a little celebration for you two.”

“I agree.” Tom turned to you.

“Well, we’ll leave you two to have some fun. Y/N, it was nice to see you.” His dad grinned, giving you a quick embrace with your head on his shoulder.

“You too.”

“See you later, dad.” Tom gave a pat on his dad’s shoulder, nodding to the lawyer before the two of them walked away.

Your arm was wrapped around Tom’s waist tight as he kissed your temple, pulling you even closer. His smile painted on his lips and pressed another soft kiss to your cheek. You ran your hand over his chest, looking up at his caramel brown eyes.

“Since I’ve come into a bit of money, I think we should go on a date.” Tom grinned, biting his bottom lip to conceal how big his smile was.

You blushed, “You think?”

“Well, I mean, we should go on a date. You, me, a nice restaurant and maybe ice cream or whatever your sweet tooth is craving after.” He smiled.

“What about Summer?”

“I can cover it. My mom is gonna watch her while she’s in town. She’s said she has a lot of grandma time to make up for.” Tom chuckled and put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Well, as long as she’s willing to do it… I’m all in.” You giggled as you nuzzled your head against his shoulder.

“Thank God, I was scared that we were moving too fast.” He jeered back, kissing the top of your head once more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

After the drama had digested over the past few days, you could see how everything fell into place. At least, for a bit of time until the rent bill came up in your emails again. While you hadn’t spent much time at your apartment, it was seen as storage for your clothes when you’d been at Tom’s for the past two months with Summer. Even though you had been dating for that same amount of time, you didn’t know how to bring it up without feeling like you were rushing things.

Yes, you’d known each other than most couples you were friends with, but you had never been so scared to take the next step and actually moving in together. The thought of finally clashing your lives together and attempt to start another life made your heart skip a beat. These feelings couldn’t be ignored by how strong they were, probably building up after all these years, but you knew Tom had a responsibility of Summer and starting to adoption process.

You were nervous to bring the question up to Tom, wondering how it would pan out and not wanting to assume the worst would happen when you knew in the back of your head that you loved one another more than anything in the world, but nothing has come perfect to you.

As you turned the key in the lock, you pushed open the door, but the lights were all out. You furrowed your eyebrows before your hand searched the wall, finding the switch and flicking it on only to see a few decorations put up.

You froze when you saw red, yellow and white roses scattered around in vases along with plastic, white and pink balloons hanging around the ceiling and settled on the couch and chairs. At first, you wondered if you forget about an anniversary or birthday, but Tom walked out with Summer trailing him.

“Shoot… I didn’t know you were coming home early.” Tom chuckled while Summer ran up to you, wrapping her arms around your leg.

“What’s with the party decorations?” You smiled, glancing around.

Tom sighed, a light smile still on his face before he took your hand, guiding you over to the center of the living room. Heat rose to your cheeks, wondering what he was up to, but Summer stood by his side and she looked up at you with glassy eyes.

“Do you remember when we were younger... and you said the only way you’d want to be proposed to is in a rose garden?”

Your heart dropped, losing the feeling in your whole body as your smile faded, “...Possibly...”

Tom slowly got on one knee while reaching into his pocket, keeping eye contact with you as he lowered to the ground and the tears welled up in your eyes, thinking this was easily a dream.

“Well, I couldn’t find a close rose garden but, I hope this could suffice.” Tom smiled, his cheeks tinted pink.

Summer stood next to Tom, watching him open the small, black velvet box. The ring sat perfectly in the center of it, gleaming from the light coming down and you let out a relieved sigh with a smile on your lips. You quickly wiped your eyes, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as Tom took a deep breath to say his next words.

“I don’t want another few years to go by before I notice that… I was dumb for not doing something and that I love you so much. I want you to be in my life and I want to officially make our own… together forever. I want to love you everyday and a little bit after that.” He chuckled, a few tears trailing his cheeks, “So, Y/N, will you marry me?”

You sealed your lips, not able to hide your smile, but you turned to Summer.

“What do you think, Summer?” You jeered at her, both of you sharing smiles.

“Y/N, I want you to be my mommy.” She said sweetly.

You turned to Tom, beaming at him, both of your eyes filled with tears still, “That sounds great to me.”

He chuckled, gently taking the ring and slipping it on your finger before you practically pulled him up to his feet to embrace him. The tightness of the hug didn’t give you much air, but you didn’t care. Tom ran his fingers through the back of your hair, light laughs coming from the both of you and Summer tried to coil her arms around the both of you from how low she was.

The world finally was complete.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜

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bamboowrites · 2 years

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Hmmm.... Ei with either 5 or 15? You pick! (Ty in advance!!)

Baal fluff goes brr <3 (I’ll do 15 first, but let me know if you’d like 5 as well! Thanks for the request!)

SAGAO Work 23, Fluff, Reverse comfort

Prompt 15: “Can you help me? They fell asleep on me.”

Implied spoilers for the Inazuma Archon Quest

Characters: (mainly:) Baal, Sara, Xiao, God/Goddess!Reader and Xiangling’s treats

You’ve been having trouble sleeping from stress. Everything has happened so fast, and it feels like a bizarre nightmare. It has been months, but you still relive the cult’s transgressions against you if you sleep.

So instead, you’d rather comfort your acolytes so they can sleep. Firstly, your aura is naturally comforting, and they appreciate that. Secondly, you don’t have to worry about a fanatic going rogue and stabbing you in your sleep. Thirdly, you do want to see them in a more precious, less-threatening light. Since Ei seems the softest of the three archons, you decide to check up on her first. You materialise into their conjoined teapot office.

You’re surprised to see Baal working with Sara. It makes you relieved to see her finally take up her shogunate responsibilities at your request. You pop in from time to time to bring them occasional treats, courtesy of Xiangling, to ensure that they’ll take breaks.

Midnight approaches, and the two are practically half-asleep. Baal didn’t expect herself to feel as sleepy as she is now, but your aura feels like a comforting blanket that effectively stirs the both of them to sleep at late night. Since you were accompanying them and sitting right in their middle, Ei eventually fell asleep in your presence, and Sara let herself rest on the desk. Gently, you reposition their heads to fit on your lap.

Baal has always looked solemn around the others, so seeing her in a relaxed state as Ei is a precious moment. It’s nice to see her untensed for once, and her blush is still eternally present with you. You lightly comb away the stray wine-coloured strands to frame her face nicely and couldn’t hold back from tracing her features with the gentleness of a feather. You’d have given her a light kiss, but you’d rather wait for her consent. So, you twirl her hair between your fingers as she unconsciously snuggles further into your lap. She’s lucky that you’ve asked Yae Miko to help you handle Inazuma’s ordinary cultists today. Otherwise, her cute expressions, unbecoming of the Almighty Shogun, would’ve been captured by the sly fox’s Kamera. You smoothen her flailed-up robe as she turns in her sleep. Her lips are naturally upturning and turn into a faint smile as you hug her closer. She’s legitimately asleep, but it seems like the physically closer you two are, the better the peace transmission becomes, which is how her elemental glow activates as well.

You see her hair light up and her brows scrunch, as if she’s nearing a nightmare. You increase your aura’s potency to see her body un-tense, then whisper Xiao’s name. As shocked as he is by your reason to summon him, he obliges in telling you how dreams manifest, then quietly lets you transcribe his verbal ideas on how you could create tailored pleasant dreams for the two slumbering acolytes. You let Xiao sleep near you as well, but not before asking him if he could help you obtain blankets and pillows, seeing that you’re physically weighted down by the two purpleheads. Xiao brings the appropriate sleeping equipment, and you ask him to sleep on you as well. You finally convince him to at least set his bed at where you are, so his heavy karma can be lessened by your aura in closer proximity. He agrees, then sets his sleeping mat to your back, insisting to at least guard your back even when resting. You relent and fluff up the covers, flying them into the air and letting them settle on the two, while Xiao has already bundled up behind you.

As for Sara, she’s flustered when she stirs, waking up to your beauty right above her, and herself being cooped up in your arms. You hushed her by putting your fingertips on both your and her lips. Needless to say, she couldn’t fall back asleep until an hour later, and ends up being the only guard to glare at whoever tries to disturb you four from entering the office.

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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Can I stay with you?

(A/N): This is based on this, this and this post. I really hope you are ready for the feels, because they are there and they are heavy-

Summary: Following the events of Emily's death, how will Spencer and his daughter cope with it?

Warnings: Angst and lots of it, mentions of drug use, contemplations of drug use, mentions of needles, we also got some bittersweet fluff

Wordcount: 2.5k

✨Masterlist✨ _______________________________

A hospital is not a place where a child should be, Spencer knows that much. But he picked (Y/N) up on his way for two reasons:

The first one being the simple occurence that the babysitter is not able to keep her any longer, because she has classes in the next morning. The second one is selfish and the father knows that, but he needs her presence, the comfort she brings to him.

“Daddy”, the child breaks the silence in the waiting room, “Is Auntie Emily going to be ok?” She sits in his lap reading a book before looking up at him. Her eyes hold something he wishes to never see again: Fear. The fear of losing someone she loves dearly.

“I hope, Baby. But let’s not forget one important fact: Your Auntie Emily is one of the strongest women I know.” Spencer gives her a kiss on the top of her head and cuddles her closer to him, seeing (Y/N)’s eyes dropping. The rest of the team watches the interaction with aching hearts.

The girl is asleep for half an hour when JJ enters the room. Everybody gets up crowding her. Spencer is careful to not disturb his daughter as he moves her head to his shoulder and hooks his arm under her legs.

“She never made it off the table.” These words echo in the genius’ mind, seemingly being the only things he can think about. “I-I never had the chance to say goodbye.” JJ hugs him, trying to give some sort of comfort. In this process (Y/N) wakes up. As soon as she spots her father’s tears, she knows not to ask a question. Instead she loops her arms around his neck.

“It’s fine. It’s gonna be alright, Daddy”, the toddler recalls the words he says to her whenever she is upset in hopes to cheer him up.

The next couple days are hard on the whole team. They try to grieve together, especially while the funeral takes place. (Y/N) notices that the color black is fitting, since her Auntie really liked to wear it. She likes that they do the same to pay their respects that way.

“Auntie Penny, is she watching?” The blonde woman carries her while the casket is walked down the aisle. Since her death, (Y/N) doesn’t dare to say Emily’s name. She thinks if she avoids it, she is going to inflict less pain when she is talked about.

“Of course. Emily is in heaven and watches this beautiful beautiful ceremony we hold for her. So wipe that frown off and put on that smile she loved so much. Alright?” Confusing to her, the adults want (Y/N) to smile all the time. But they are frowning and crying more often than not.

“Can she hear us? Because I want to say I love her. I forgot to say it the last time I saw her.” Trying to distract herself from seeing the casket lowering into the grave, the girl plays with Penlope’s hair. She in turn has to fight tears back. Only now she realizes the impact the whole thing has on her.

“I’m sure she does. What about when the majority is gone, we go to her grave and talk to Emily? Do we have a deal?” (Y/N) nods.

As soon as the ceremony is over, Spencer takes his daughter, cradling her close to him. As if she senses his sadness, the girl is petting his back in a comforting way. He squeezes her closer to him, leaving her not much room to breathe.

“Daddy, I wanna talk to her. I need to get down.” (Y/N) wiggles in his grasp after she whispers this into his ear. Reluctantly Spencer lets her down and she toddles over to the freshly made grave. A little plastic card sticks out of the grass in place of a headstone.

The adults try to give her as much space as possible, they have to let grieve on her own.

“Hey, Auntie Emily. I-I wanted to say I love you, and I forgot to tell you this the last time so I say it a second time. I love you. And I miss you. I think Daddy misses you too. He is sad since you are gone. I’m too. I think it’s because we miss you. But I hope you like Heaven. Maybe you see my Mommy. When you do, can you say I love her?

“I’ll try to see you soon, Auntie. Goodbye!” (Y/N) goes back to her father and makes grabby hands towards him. Gladly Spencer picks her up again, putting a kiss on her head. “Wanna go home, Daddy.” The child mumbles, exhausted by all the stress and emotions from the day.

The father is relieved to have an excuse to skip the meal with the team. He is scared that the evening at the little restaurant is clouded by sadness and angst. Spencer doesn’t need that right now, a nice sit in with his daughter sounds way better.

After saying their goodbyes the little family sits in the car on their way to the apartment. As soon as Spencer starts the car, (Y/N) is fast asleep. He looks at her through the rear view mirror, happy to see her at peace. It gives the father time to sort through his own thoughts. Since Emily’s death (Y/N) tries to be around him constantly, which he is thankful for, because she keeps the darkness away.

Her last hours play again and again before his eyes. The different ways he could have stopped all of this. Why didn’t he say more when she began biting her nails? When she said “Laura Reynolds is dead”? Maybe all of this is his fault?

His forearm begins to itch. Exactly where Tobias Hankel injected the needle same as he did several times. Maybe, maybe it would make everything better? Just this one tim-

“Daddy? When are we home?” The small voice cuts off his train of thought. Spencer needs a few seconds to clear his mind. Did he really think that? Taking dilaudid while the reason he fought his addiction literally sits right behind him? “Just a few minutes, Sweetheart. Do you want to go to bed after dinner?”

As if she knows that the father can’t be left alone in this state, (Y/N) answers: “No, I wanna watch a movie with you. Can we watch Alvin and the chipmunks? I love Simon so much!” This places a smile on his face, the excitement in her eyes scare his dark thoughts away. “Sure, Peanut. We can watch whatever you want.”

It's the fourth evening in a row that the girl sleeps in her father’s bed. She either falls asleep there or climbs next to him in the middle of the night, so he figures he lets her sleep there right away.

“Good night, Sweetheart”, he tells her as they lay down. Even though it’s quite early for Spencer to go to bed it’s (Y/N)’s time. “Good night, Daddy”, she tells him while snuggling closer, “I love you. Soooooo much.”

The young doctor decides to take the next few days off from work in order to work through the events. The first one he spends coloring in books with her the whole day. While she works on her own books gifted by various members of the BAU, Spencer has his own extra made for adults. He can’t deny the soothing effect it has on him. The repeating moves calms the storm of thoughts inside his head.

The next day the two of them sit the whole day on the small couch in the living room, (Y/N) on his lap, and read. Sometimes they read for themselves, others the father reads outloud from his own or (Y/N) from her own. It’s kind of therapeutic to hear his child doing something he enjoyed his whole life.

“Daddy, do you think she feels lonely in heaven? There is nobody she knows, she has to wait for us to follow her, doesn’t she?” Not prepared for such a deep question, Spencer is caught off guard.

He clears his throat before answering. “Uh, Auntie Emily isn’t that lonely up there, you know. You can’t remember him, but Uncle Gideon, a friend from work and someone I looked up to, is there. He surely greeted her with open arms, happy to see her. And your Mommy is also there, she certainly asked lots of questions about you.” “A-are you sure? I told her to say Mommy ‘I love you’ when she sees her.” (Y/N) looks up to her father with big eyes.

He is not sure if he is lying right now to her, but he sees that his daughter needs the reassurance. “Yes, I’m sure.” To lighten the mood he begins to tickle her, which ends in a tickle fight which in turn ends in tiring the girl out and falling asleep while watching a Disney movie.

The next day is by far the worst since it all happened. Both (Y/N) and Spencer haven’t slept much due to nightmares from both sides (him comforting her as she tears him from his own), which results in a grumpy toddler and a non stop coffee drinking adult.

“Sweetheart, you need to put that shirt on. Auntie JJ is expecting us in ten minutes. Please, stop fighting me”, he begs, but she continues to cry. As Spencer tries for a third time to put it on her (Y/N) throws herself to the other side of the bed.

“I don’t want that, Daddy!” She finally gets out through her sobs. Spencer halts in his movements. “Why? That’s your favorite, Baby.” While (Y/N) begins to cry louder, he leaves the clothing article on the bed and gathers her in his arm, rocking her back and forth additionally to whispering sweet reassurances in her ear.

“She gave it to me. I don’t wanna make it dirty or ruin it”, the toddler says between shaky breaths. For what feels like the trillionth time, the young agent’s heart breaks over this statement. He has a bigger vocabulary than the average English speaking person, but at this moment Spencer is at a loss of words.

“Sweetheart, I apologize for not acknowledging this right away. I’ll get another shirt out for you, ok? Thank you so much for telling and helping me.” Just a few minutes later the little family is on their way to the next metro stop. It’s then that Spencer realizes his day won’t be any easier.

“(Y/N) you can sit in the seat next to me like you always do. Why do you have to sit in my lap today?” Normally he isn’t someone who denies his child physical contact, but the seating chart has a logical purpose. Being on a train with a child means you have some kind of luggage with you, which leads to occupying a four seats compartment. In order to prevent somebody taking the seat next to him, Spencer places his daughter there. It’s a win win situation for everybody, really.

Unfortunately for him (Y/N) is extra clingy today and won’t stop crawling onto his lap. With a sigh he accepts his defeat and tries not to think about the amount of germs that fly around.

Another problem that torments the father: Over the last few days his cravings grew. Especially today the feeling, the need, for another shot and another high is undeniable for him. As if sensing this (Y/N) sticks by his side throughout the whole time, keeping his mind off of the drug that changes him.

While they are at the Jareau’s and Lamontagne’s household, his daughter refuses to play with Henry. “I wanna stay with you”, she murmurs into his shoulder. Again Spencer accepts his defeat and sits down on the couch next to his best friend.

“Sweetheart, you need to let me go. I have to go to the bathroom, you can’t come with me.” This is followed by a tsunami of tears. While JJ tries to console her, he slips out of the room discreetly.

Due to (Y/N)’s current grumpiness and Spencer’s fatigue they quickly call it a night, even though he could use some more comfort from his friends.

“Good night, Sweetheart. Sleep tight and dream nice. I love you”, he says after tucking his child in and giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Night night, Daddy. I love you, too”, her small voice echoes back to him and makes him smile softly.

Spencer finds his way back to the living room and sits down with a book in his lap. As expected he doesn’t get much reading done, too distracted by his own thoughts. The events of the night of his colleague’s, his friend’s, death replay themselves over and over again.

What if he made his conclusions faster? He is supposed to be the smart one, the one the team relies on for making important connections. But he failed once so who knows what happens when he fails again? Next time it could be the whole team dying. He could die. He would leave (Y/N) alone with the team gone. His mother isn’t capable of caring for her and his father doesn’t even know she exists. She will go into foster care, into a home with too many kids. She will be looked over, too small to be seen. Her potential will go to waste and she will never achieve anything she is capable of. And all that because he hasn’t made a conclusion fast enough.

Spencer’s scars on his forearm itch worse than ever. One shot. Only one shot to make the thoughts go away. To make the guilt go away, the bad feelings. He needs it. He needs to cure himself from the symptoms of being a human.

Before the young doctor even registers what he is doing he already put his jacket on and looks for his wallet when a voice startles him.

“Daddy, i can't sleep. Can I stay with you again?” (Y/N) stands in the doorway, clutching her stuffed animal and her blanket, shielding her eyes from the light, oblivious to what her father was about to do.

“Oh Darling, of course. Do you want me to read to you? Or we drink hot chocolate and watch a movie?” He suggests, ready to distract himself from anything that’s going on in his mind. A few minutes later his daughter cuddles into his side while watching once again Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Spencer is just happy to have his light in his life all the time and is ready to tackle any task to keep her there, may it be once again the weekly visits for anonymous narcotics or time off from work to process the events together in therapy.

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One of Those Days

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader

Warnings: Language.

Request: hi!!! I’d love to see one where it’s Draco x a female Hufflepuff reader who had a rough day of classes and just wants comfort so lots of tooth rotting fluff pls thank u🥺love your writing! @thatsassyhufflepuff

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“Today was terrible.”

Academics at Hogwarts aren’t exactly meant to be a walk in the park. It takes lots of repeated practice and skill to master the materials taught to young students. Every wizard and witch is unique in that they each have a subject that speaks to them and is easiest to them. For someone like Neville Longbottom, the ins and outs of Herbology always seemed to suit him best. The famous Harry Potter always had a knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts. For Hermione Granger....well, everything seemed to come easy to her.

But even someone as academically gifted as Hermione had days where classes were just impossible to bear.

Your day had already gotten off on the wrong foot when you woke up almost fifteen minutes late for your first class because your alarm clock didn’t go off for some mysterious reason. You always set your alarm for the same exact time every single day (even on weekends) and of course it decided not to go off on a day where you had Advanced Potions first period.

You had stayed the night with Draco in his single prefect room, so it was even worse that you still had to make a mad dash to the Hufflepuff tower to get ready for the day. Draco had been abruptly stirred from his peaceful sleep when you leapt out of bed to grab your stuff, and he whined out when he suddenly didn’t have his favorite girl to snuggle with.

Despite his pleas and begs, you declined him cuddles and rushed out of his room before you totally missed Potions all together.

At least if it had been Herbology or Transfiguration, you could’ve convinced Professor Sprout or McGonagall to let it slide considering you were almost never late or missed a class.

Trying to plead your innocence to Professor Snape was a whole different matter.

“Ah, Miss [L/N],” Snape’s voice bellowed out when you came rushing into the Potions classroom, barely even dressed; “I’m very pleased that you found time to allow Potions into your schedule.”

Usually the other students in the class might snicker at someone else being called out by the Potions master, but based on how no one dared to even glance at you, you got the notion that you weren’t the only one having a rough morning. You snagged your usual seat, setting your bag down and unpacking your materials as quickly as possible to make up for lost time.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I just overslept.” You muttered, sitting awkwardly at your desk.

Snape let out a hum of disapproval, looking your disheveled frame over. He turned his attention back to the class as a whole.

“As I was saying: since none of you successfully completed the homework reading, I see no choice but to assign a quiz.” He announced.

Your head shot up from its lowered position, your jaw falling open slightly.

Your class of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws erupted into scattered groans and complaints, knowing good and well that they were about to botch this quiz. Snape was a man of his word, producing a ridiculously hard quiz and putting it forth in front of everyone. The quiz was insanely difficult and the questions were so specific that you weren’t even sure if you would have been able to do well even if you HAD read the reading.

You answered the best you could and at least made an attempt to give some kind of answer for each question. That couldn’t be said for everyone in class, however. You were pretty sure you spotted Padma Patil turning in a blank quiz. The rest of the class period was dull and hazy, everyone depressed knowing that they had just tanked a critical grade.

While you were the last one into the classroom, you made it a point to be the first one out. While Potions had put a damper on the start to your day, you were hopeful that the rest of the day would be smooth sailing.

You couldn’t have been any more wrong.

You had Charms with Flitwick next, and even though you were right on time, you just couldn’t seem to do well. You couldn’t produce a single spell correctly, and if you did produce a spell, it was completely the wrong one. By the end of class, you had accidentally casted a Colovaria charm on Cedric Diggory, turning him a deep shade of purple. While the purple adorned his black and yellow robes nicely, purple was definitely not his color.

Professor Flitwick was able to return Cedric back to his normal skin shade, but you were far humiliated at that point. Cedric, being the gentleman that he was, brushed it off as if you hadn’t just almost permanently stained his complexion. Cedric (aside from Draco) was your best friend, and so he wouldn’t mind being the color of a grape at the hands of you.

“Bad day for you too, huh?” Cedric asked as you exited Charms, checking the back of his hand once more to make sure he didn’t change colors again.

“Yeah. I just can’t seem to get it together today.” You admitted, rubbing your temples in hopes of relieving your oncoming headache.

Cedric nodded as he walked with you to your next class.

“You’re not the only one. I heard that Luna accidentally changed Lavender into a caterpillar in Transfiguration. Not a pretty sight apparently.” Cedric told you.

You shuddered at the thought. You could only imagine what choice words Lavender had to say when she was back in human form. While you were relieved that you weren’t the only one having a whirlwind of a day, it didn’t make things any easier.

In Herbology, you dropped and shattered one of Professor Sprout’s favorite plant pots, and while she assured you it was fine, you were sure that you saw her almost shed a tear over the lost pottery. You apologized profusely, but nothing really seemed to make her feel better.

DADA was your final class of the day, and it wasn’t exactly a winner either. While nothing exactly went wrong, you did receive your latest essay grade and it was less than a passing grade. You weren’t the only one who failed it, because you noticed several papers marked with a huge red “F” at the top. Your spirit had been broken for the day along with many others, and you were thanking whoever was listening that you had the weekend to recover.

Dinner was unusually quiet at all the House tables. Everyone seemingly kept their heads down and voices low as everyone ate a decent meal. You sat at the very end of the table with your head in your hand as you picked around at what was on your plate. You didn’t have much of an appetite after the day you had. Your mood was rather sour and damper, and you wanted nothing more than to go back to your dorm and crawl into bed to sleep off this horrible school day.

But it was a Friday, and you almost always stayed with Draco in his room on weekends. If nothing else, you could hopefully get a little loving from your Slytherin boyfriend.

You dragged yourself to his room, silently praying that nothing else went wrong between your commute from The Great Hall to his dorm. You felt like you had a dark cloud hovering and following you around, which was not normal behavior at all. Draco wasn’t back yet, but you let yourself in and made yourself at home, knowing he’d be back soon. You snorted at how he didn’t even bother to make his bed before leaving, his sheets all akimbo and thrown around the bed.

You slid your Hufflepuff robes off of your shoulders as well as changed out of the rest of your clothes until you were down to your panties and the tank top you had on underneath. Draco’s bed was calling your name, and honest you were sure you could’ve been asleep before he even had the chance to get back.

You slid under his covers, bringing your knees to your chest as you cocooned yourself with his array of sheets and blankets. His room was perfectly quiet, which was all you wanted in that moment. The day’s events kept playing over and over in your head as you laid there, wishing you didn’t feel so crummy.

Draco entered his room, cursing the door for making such a horrid squeak when he opened it.

“Darling, I had the best day today. You’re never going to- [Y/N]?” Draco called, realizing you weren’t in sight.

He immediately chuckled when he noticed the trail of clothing leading to his bed. If he hadn’t been paying attention, he easily could’ve missed the way the ball of bed sheets were moving each time you took a breath and exhaled. You grumbled to yourself at his jubilant entrance. Of course Draco had a great day when everyone else had a bad one.

He slipped his shoes off and closed the door behind him, approaching the bed carefully. You were completely under the covers, shielding yourself from the unpredictable outside world.

“[Y/N], are you alive in there?” The blonde-headed boy joked, peeling back the covers so he could see you.

His amusement faded when he saw the pure look of discouragement and the tinge of sadness in your eyes. His heart sank at the sound of your meek voice.

“Hi.” You whimpered.

Your energy was totally off, and Draco could sense it. Normally you would attack him with kisses when he entered, ready to ask him all about his day. Now he could see the slight watery glaze in your eyes, and it was breaking his heart.

“Hey, beautiful...what’s the matter?” He asked, his brows narrowing in confusion.

Your voice quivered as you spoke, but you refused to let the tears spill. One bad day shouldn’t have been enough to break you. After all, the day was basically over already and you had tomorrow to start fresh.

“Today was terrible.” You stated simply, not even knowing how else to describe it.

“You had a bad day too? Everyone seems to have gotten their ass kicked today,” Draco replied, walking around the front of the bed to his small closet; “What happened with you, love?”

Your eyes didn’t even follow him as he changed out of his school clothes and into something more comfortable. He could tell that you had really taken a hit today.

“Well, you know I was late this morning. I still have no idea how my alarm didn’t go off,” You explained; “Snape dropped a pop quiz on my class, I almost made Cedric look like a troll for the rest of his life, I broke Professor Sprout’s favorite pot, I failed my Defense essay....” You rattled off, continuing to explain in detail how horrible your day had been.

Draco listened to every word, understanding how all of that could definitely put a strain on yourself. Truth be told, Draco had secretly turned your alarm off the night before, hoping you’d sleep through first period and be with him longer. He didn’t dare tell you though, because he felt horrible that it put such a bad start on your day.

He slid into his bed, but didn’t try to pull you towards him. You needed a little space for the time being. You did, however, turn your head so you could see him. He could see the tiredness and displeasure in your expression, and he just wanted to make it better.

“My sweet girl is never supposed to have a day like that.” He said with a charming grin.

Your down and out demeanor caused you to be much more aggravated than usual, and you took his comment completely the wrong way. You snapped at him with a tone full of annoyance.

“Oh, what? Just because I’m a fucking Hufflepuff I can’t have a bad day?” You said snarkily, turning your head back around.

His smile faded and worry filled his voice. He hadn’t meant to offend you, and he surely didn’t want to make you more upset.

“I didn’t mean it like that, love. I just meant that you never deserve such a rough day,” He corrected himself; “But everyone has them.”

You sighed heavily and nodded. You didn’t mean to bark at him like that. You were just in a bad mood.

“I know. I’m sorry.” You apologized sincerely.

He rested his hand on your back, staring at the back of your head. He shook it off like it was no big deal. It seemed that everyone was being too forgiving towards you today.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, even though you couldn’t see it.

His fingertips danced along your back, feeling at the tense muscles there. You had grown silent now, and he was honestly not sure what to say. His comforting skills had greatly improved over the years you had been together, but he still came up short sometimes. All he knew to do was to shower you with love and make sure that you knew that he was there for you.

He carefully left kisses on the back of your neck, moving his hand to run across the exposed skin of your arm. He always kept it cold in his room, and he could feel the chill on your body. He leaned over and spoke lowly in your ear, mentally noting that if anyone saw him like this right now that they’d think they were dreaming.

“I think someone needs cuddles from her boyfriend.” He suggested, knowing that was an offer that you’d never refuse.

Your heart did a little jolt in response. You turned over, letting Draco pull you flush into his warm body. Your head nuzzled into his neck and his arms draped around you.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He said, kissing your temple.

Your cheeks grew hot at his kind words, but you suddenly remembered what he had been talking about when he first entered.

“Tell me about your day.” You requested, running your finger along his collarbone.

He shrugged. He had been stoked to tell you about how great his day was, but he didn’t want to make you feel worse by telling you all the good things that happened to him.

“Ah, it wasn’t much of anything. Just some Quidditch and grades stuff.” He said casually.

You shook your head.

“No, come on, D. You were excited to tell me. I want to hear it.” You said honestly.

Maybe hearing about someone else’s good fortune would help. Honestly, Draco could tell addresses he had memorized and you’d be entertained. Draco opened his legs a little so you could place one of yours between them. He smirked at how you couldn’t possibly get any closer.

“I had Quidditch practice this morning after you left. It went really well and I think that we’re going to beat the brakes off of Gryffindor next weekend.” He praised.

You scoffed at that. Of course that was considered important in Draco’s mind. He went on as you began to leave kisses along his jawline.

“Then I had Transfiguration and McGongall said I had a great technique. That woman hates me and she gave me a compliment! I don’t know who spiked her morning pumpkin juice.” Draco chortled.

You knew all too well that McGonagall had it out for Draco. As a matter of fact, most professors weren’t too fond of Draco...minus Snape. Draco was cold most of the time. He didn’t allow himself to be vulnerable in front of anyone. He didn’t share his secrets with anyone other than you and he very rarely ever let out the emotions he kept bottled up. On the outside, he was a sneaky and mean guy with no sympathy for others.

But you didn’t see him that way.

He had been nothing but wonderful to you in your time together. He held a real soft spot in his heart for you, and you were the only one that got to see the way he really was. A strong, loving guy with nothing but hope for humanity deep within himself. You knew him backwards and forwards, and the Draco Malfoy that he worked so hard to maintain wasn’t really him. One day he’d bare his realness to the world.

But for now, you were fine with having him to yourself.

“That’s great, love. I’m glad you had a good day.” You responded, with a soft grin.

You still weren’t feeling like yourself, and Draco’s only hope was that he could hold you until you felt better. Your kisses had moved to his neck, sucking lightly on the spot that you knew he liked. He hummed out happily.

“If we get to stay like this for the rest of the night, then today will be the best day yet.” He proclaimed.

“How about we stay here all weekend?” You whispered into his ear.

He moved his head to catch your lips in a searing kiss, beginning to melt away all the stress from your no good day.

“Even better.”

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