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Gifts for My Beloved

Luna hasn’t always been a gifted person. She would often take her time to hone her craft in the private sanction of her art studio; a dream room to have for someone who had poured over their time and love for the art they create. A room she could truly call hers for nurturing her skills and pushing for more developments. Some say that her efforts shone so bright that it is said that Hephaestus and Athena themselves have taken notice to bless Luna a gift that extends her craft; the gift of creation.

It wasn’t all that noticeable at first. She once attempted to do a still-life study of a bouquet of flowers she was gifted by her partner. She had rested and found an exact replica of said flowers in place of her canvas, only it seemed to be more vibrant in colour due to her experimenting with different colour theory techniques. Maybe her beloved wanted to leave her with more surprise gifts but when she confronted him, he only seemed more confused by the statement.

“I love you dearly please don’t get me wrong, but I think I would have remembered buying two bouquets instead of one for the past week. Unless this is your way of suggesting you want more flowers, I will gladly gift you more. You need only ask, my love.” He responded.

His answer only left Luna with more questions in her wake. If it wasn’t her beloved that left the exact copy of flowers, then who was it? She spent the past week feeling worried and sceptic. Did she have a secret admirer of sorts? Even so, it was still rather eerie knowing they could slip into the privates of their home so quickly and quietly. She had expressed her concerns to her beloved and they started to invest in more locks for better security. Luna had felt much safer up until she found another scale replica of one of her other paintings.

The painting in question had been another still-life study, only this time it was of an assortment of beads and gems that she had kept for her future projects. Much like before, instead of her painted canvas, she only found a replica for her assortment of beads and gems. Not only that but the replicas were also significantly larger in scale in comparison to the originals she referenced from. Upon closer inspection, she could also see the same cuts and grooves she attempted to mimic while painting the night before. Luna discussed her discovery with her beloved that night over dinner and he suggested they do an experiment to test if such a thing was even possible; have her paintings become a reality.

Her partner suggested she painted his pocket watch next; a beloved heirloom gifted to him by his father before he passed. The watch was made of copper with intricate engraving carved just on the edges, skirting along the actual watch in harmony. Gears shift at every second ticking, telling the user it crafted with precision, detail and care. Luna knew how much the watch meant to him, so made sure to handle the heirloom with care. She was made sure to mimic the finer the details as much as her eyes were able to perceive, ensuring that no stroke of paint was wasted. Despite it taking a few days to finish, a replica took the painted canvas’ place just the night after.

Luna’s beloved was in shock with the results. He had told her that the watch was a custom one-of-a-kind made just for his family. The discovery was an overwhelming feat. Luna couldn’t even begin to think of what to do with such power. If she were to paint a bird, does that mean a sparrow will flutter in her studio the next day? So far, she had only painted inanimate objects so what would occur should she paint a live subject? As Luna worried, her partner was ecstatic for new potential opportunities that could arise with her new-found gifts.

Rather than hearing what she had to say, her beloved kept giving her suggestion after suggestion of what she could do with her powers instead. Luna couldn’t really think of anything else she could do with her new-found gifts and her beloved’s ideas have only worked well so far. Why wouldn’t she put her trust in him?

The sharp glint in his eyes would later enhance her fears moreso than inspire her. During their trial phases, her beloved would request her to paint small things at first such as buttons to help mend his coats or ribbons to help with wrapping gifts for his friends. Luna’s powers we’re useful in a pinch, but then he would start to be bolder with suggestions. “Imagine all of the fine dresses and jewellery she could paint for herself instead of buying new ones.” “Imagine all of the food we could eat that we couldn’t eat before.” “Can you imagine the profits we could gain if we we’re to sell your replicas?”

It came to a point where her art no longer felt as though it was hers anymore; a sanctity that she once cherished to hone and develop for her pleasure we’re slowly yet dreadfully becoming cumbersome to practice. Some days when she would take her time to paint her own projects, she could hear her partner scoff at her behind her back. What ever happened to the man who once told her to pursue her dreams? What ever happened to the man whom bring her flowers every week or so and pepper her with loving kisses with soft sweet nothings?

At one point, she made an offhand remark of how her beloved doesn’t seem to buy gift her flowers anymore. It was alarming to hear his utterances that followed; “Why would I need to buy you anymore flowers when you could simple paint and create more of your own?”

Her partner no longer felt like the man she truly came to love before. The man resting peacefully in his slumber in their shared bed have become to feel like a thief, robbing Luna’s creativity and desires of having a more quiet and peaceful life. Just before the sun had risen, she fled with her smaller paintings and the clothing behind her back. For everything she painted and gifted to her once beloved, it was a stark reminder of how his greed only progressed. It was only right for her to leave before she could meet her untimely demise and further heartbreak.

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Raining Waffles and Caramel Kisses

It felt warm. There was something about the current environment that Connor was in that it made him feel at peace. He could feel the grass crunch underneath his fingertips as he rested his back against the tall oak tree, relaxing himself as he sat underneath the shade. He was sitting next to a girl he believed was in the same history class with.

“Naomi, right?” he spoke softly.

Naomi was startled, dropping her pen in shock as though Connor’s appearance merged out of thin air.

“Huh. I didn’t peg you as the type to even be here.” She replied.

“What, like I’m one of those models you see on Instagram going on dream vacations every month?”

“I meant like you’re such a recluse nerd that going outside at all is kind of a rarity.”

“Hey! I take offense to that.” He pushes her playfully.

They both laugh at the silly thought. It felt nice talking to her like that. Connor always wanted to get closer with Naomi since she seemed pretty chill but was too intimidated by her character sometimes. After the banter, they spent the time together sitting for a few minutes in silence; Connor having his eyes closed to indulge with rest while Naomi was scribbling away in her journal. Or was it a sketchbook?

“What are you up to anyway?” He couldn’t help his curiosity and asked.

“Just doodling. I mean, isn’t it a given that you already know?”

Connor raised his eyebrow at the question. Why would he already know? It wasn’t like they we’re super close friends or talk to each other that much. But before he could ask her for clarification, he could feel the faux leather book slide into his hands.”

“Here, you can take a look. You can even draw something in it if you want.”

“I thought all artists had a thing where they didn’t like sharing their sketchbooks?”

“Well, this artist is ever generous to those who ask kindly. You are very welcome for this privilege by the way.”

Connor rolled his eyes at the answer as he flipped through the pages. He observed carefully of the watercolour painting of waffles plated with ice cream and what looked like to be caramel drizzle.

“Wow this looks so real. I could really use some waffles right now.”

Just as those words escaped his lips, he could feel something fall onto his head. Well, more like somethings. They both glanced at each other in confusion. Naomi slowly picked up one of the fallen items revealing to be lone waffle in her hand. Scattered around, next to and behind Connor we’re also in fact more pieces of waffles.

“Hey I’d like some waffles too.” She said aloud. But after some time, there were no more waffles coming their way. Naomi pouted at the results. Connor couldn’t help but think that her reaction was cute.

“That’s not fair! Why do you get to summon waffles when I don’t?”

After hearing the dejected response, Connor couldn’t help but feel bad.

“Can I get two plates of waffles served with caramel and ice cream please?”

In Connor’s defense, he thought he was being attentive and nice by adding details from what he saw in her sketchbook. However, he completely failed to take into the count that maybe he should have been more specific with how the food would be delivered to the two teens.

The food dropped onto their laps with a large impact, splattering ice cream and waffle crumbs everywhere. The caramel clung to their skin and clothes almost like glue, it felt hopeless to even try to get the substance off unless they took showers straight away. Despite the intense drop however, it was kind of a miracle to see that their respective plates weren’t shattered to pieces.

“Dude…” She slowly looked at Connor with disbelief.

“Sorry…” It was all he could muster to say, his own expression mirrored Naomi’s.

At that point, she couldn’t help but let her giggles bubble over. In turn, it was contagious enough to effect Connor too.

“I think it’s safe to say that I don’t crave waffles anymore.”

“Ditto. I didn’t make you suddenly hate them, did I?” he asked.

“I don’t think I could ever. Today just so happens to be an off day, y’know?” Naomi smiled in kind.

Just before she stood up to brush off the food remnants, Naomi gives him a quick peck on his lips.

“Thank you for spending time with me in my dream, Connor.”

Her dream? Wasn’t this his dream? As his thoughts cycle, he also couldn’t help but stand there in shock, cheeks slowly reddening like strawberries ready to ripen. The kiss tasted sweet and Connor couldn’t really imagine he wanted the kiss to last longer until her lips left his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

Her voice slowly faded and is disrupted by a loud ringing from Connor’s bedside table in mere seconds. He woke up in his bed with bleary eyes and his comforter strewn across all over the floor. He couldn’t help but wonder if what he dreamt was actually real. Everything he dreamt felt too vivid to even forget.

Later that day, Connor managed to catch up with Naomi moments just after their history class ended. He couldn’t even pay attention to what their teacher was saying about the Americans dumping tea into the ocean. All he had in his mind was to have a chance to talk to Naomi.

“Hey, Naomi. Do you like waffles by any chance?”

It felt like forever seeing how Naomi processed his question. It was almost she knew something that he didn’t.

“Do they come with caramel and ice cream?”

Typically, anyone would say that’s a standard or universal way of serving the desert. But the question in particular had too detailed specifications in Connor’s opinion. Why didn’t she say bacon or maple syrup? Why not berries and honey? Why was it specifically caramel and ice cream?

“If you’d like, then yeah sure.” He couldn’t help but sound nervous.

But the nervousness faded as soon as Naomi beams. Her eyes lit up that made Connor feel more enamoured than he should be.

“I love waffles!”

Connor wasn’t sure what it was but by that point, he was sure that he would give the whole world’s waffle supply to Naomi if he could. Connor could only hope that what he said next wouldn’t leave him crushed. But there was something about the familiar smile she gave like the one he dreamt helped to give him more confidence to ask his following.

“Would you like to go on a waffle date with me then?”

It was then Naomi’s turn to her cheeks flush with red. It was safe to say that Connor wouldn’t be too heartbroken anytime soon.

“I would love to.”

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bluedragonfairy2000 · 2 years

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Sweet Dream~

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 (Here), Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Allium Crown

Tommy was awakened by someone gently shaking him and calling out his name. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the young face of the dream version of his best friend hovering over him. Tommy knew he was dreaming again since the air had once again become hard to breathe and the world around him looked like it was painted with pastel paint.

"Hey, Tommy! Wake up! I made you something!" dream Tubbo said.

Tommy turned to look at the dream image of Tubbo, while he looked like the Tubbo he had grown up with his face was rounded out with baby fat and his eyes brown eyes sparkled in a way that Tommy had seen in what felt like forever. he was still wearing the bee striped shirt and light blue overalls, but the overalls were now covered in various grass stains and dirt from when they had been playing earlier. He also noticed that Tubbo had one of his hands behind his back, in an attempt to hide whatever he had made for Tommy

"What is it?" Tommy asked trying to peer around Tubbo to see what his gift was. However, Tubbo kept moving in such a way that Tommy couldn't get a good look at it, the only thing he saw was the edge of something purple.

"I can't just tell you!" dream Tubbo cried "It's a surprise, so you need to sit up and close your eyes!"

Tommy looks over at dream Tubbo with suspicion in his eyes, but after not detecting any hint of a deception he sighed and says "ok, fine but this better not be a trick. "

Tommy pushed himself off on the soft field he was laying on, he sat up and closed his eyes preparing himself for what might happen next. He soon felt the weight of something being placed on his head.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!" Tubbo said.

Tommy opened his eyes and looked over at Tubbo. Once he did, he saw Tubbo smiling eagerly at him.

"It looks great! Come on let's go to the lake so that you can see it."

With that Tubbo helped Tommy up and the duo ran towards the lake where Wilbur and Techno were still relaxing. As they ran Tommy noticed that the air around them had started to feel lighter making it easier to breathe. Tommy was happy about this because when he and Tubbo had been running around the fields earlier the thick air had made it feel like he was running through honey blocks, not to mention that he got winded much quicker because of it. Now that the air felt like, well actual air, Tommy was ecstatically running around as he used to when he was younger. Once they reached the lake Tommy looked down at his reflection. His reflection showed the younger version of himself that he saw last night, complete with non scarred skin and soft blond locks, only now he was wearing a flower crown made up of alliums.

"What do you think?" Tubbo asked while rocking on his feet due to his excitement.

Tommy looks up curiously at Tubbo and replies "It's nice but why did you make it for me? Why didn't you just make it for yourself?"

Tubbo looked at Tommy and gave him a soft smile. "I wanted to give you a gift to show how much I care about you, your my best friend and now you always have something that reminds you of me!"

Tommy smiled at that, It had felt like forever since someone had done something nice for him just because. He was glad that Tubbo was his best friend. Tommy didn't know what he would have done if he hadn't had Tubbo by his side all of these years.

Tommy moved over and hugged Tubbo. "Thank you Tubs! I will treasure this gift."

Tubbo swiftly returned the hug and the duo stayed like that for a couple of minutes before finally letting go of each other. Wilbur, who had been playing on his guitar since the group had arrived, looked up and smiled. He slowly stopped playing his guitar and placed the instrument back into its case before looking at Tommy and Tubbo "Alright you two, let's head back I'm sure that dad has finished lunch by now!"

"Okay!" Tubbo happily replied.

With that the four brothers gathered up their stuff, Wilbur finished packing up his guitar and slings the case over his shoulders, Techno bookmarked his place in his book before standing up and grabbing his cape off of the tree branch that he had hung it on, and Tommy and Tubbo quickly ran to grab Tubbo's backpack which they had left haphazardly laying in the middle of the flower field. Once the group gathered back together they started making their way back through the forest. As they walked Tommy watched in awe as the wind ruffled the leaves which caused the beams of the midday sun to dance across the mossy forest floor. After a few minutes, the boys arrived back at the house and Wilbur quickly climbed up the porch steps and knocked on the front door.

After a few minutes of waiting, Phil came to the door and looked mildly surprised to see the group. "Oh welcome back boys! You guys came back a little earlier than I expected. That's okay though lunch will be ready in a few minutes. Techno could you please go set the table for me and Wilbur if you could watch your brothers for a few minutes, that would help me out a lot,"

"Sure Phil," Techno said.

"Ok dad," Wilbur said.

"Thank you, boys."

Phil and Techno then went to go get everything ready for lunch. As soon as Phil had gone back into the kitchen Tubbo ran upstairs to put his bag away. Wilbur Watched as Tubbo runs up the stairs before he moved over to the black wool chairs. However, as Tommy looked at the black wool chairs he suddenly remembered what they were called, he remembered that they were a couch, honestly, he was shocked that he couldn't remember the word earlier. As Wilbur sat down on the couch, he quickly picked up the remote of the coffee table and turned on the T.V. Wilbur spent a few minutes flipping through the channels before finally settling on the animal channel. since he had nothing better to do Tommy decided to watch T.V. with his brother. Tommy walked over to the couch and sat down next to Wilbur. As Tommy leaned into his brother's side, Wilbur put his arm around Tommy's shoulders and pulled him into a lazy half hug. Tommy stared at the colorful fish swimming across the screen and the soothing tone of the narrator began vividly describing what was playing out on screen. Though after a few minutes of this Tommy began to tune out the narrator as he got stuck in his thoughts. Tommy had thought about how peaceful the day had been. From waking up to Phil's delicious breakfast, To running through the flower fields with Tubbo. Even just sitting on the couch with his brother's arm wrapped around him filled Tommy with a deep sense of nostalgia that Tommy had never felt before. For a few minutes, it felt like this is where Tommy was supposed to be like nothing else mattered in the whole world other than this moment.

Tommy was snapped out of these thoughts when his dad came into the living room and told them that lunch was ready. Wilbur called out to Tubbo and told him that lunch was ready. Within a couple of minutes, Wilbur and Tommy heard Tubbo run down the hallway and watch him quickly descend the stairs before running into the kitchen. Wilbur turned off the T.V. and as the brothers got up off of the couch, Wilbur grabbed Tommy's hand and lead him towards the kitchen. When they entered the kitchen Tubbo was standing at the kitchen sink and washing his hands, Techno was sitting in his spot at the kitchen table once again reading his book, and Phil was standing at the counter next to the fridge getting drinks for everyone. Once Tubbo had moved away from the sink, Tommy and Wilbur quickly walked over to it and quickly washed their hands. After they were done Wilbur helped Tubbo and Tommy to their seats before going to his chair and sitting down. Once they were all seated Phil handed each boy their food and they began to eat. Phil had prepared a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with blackberry jelly and chocolate milk for lunch. He even cut the crust off of Tommy and Tubbo's sandwiches.

After they were done Phil suggested that should all watch a movie. Everyone agreed and after Wilbur helped Tommy and Tubbo get down from their seats and the family made their way into the living room. Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo made their way to the couch. Wilbur sat in the middle of the couch while Tommy sat to the left of him and Tubbo sat on the right. Philza shut the curtains and turned off the lights before going back into the kitchen to make popcorn. Meanwhile, Techno crouched down in front of the cabinets that were underneath the T.V. and began to sift through the various movies. It was Tommy's turn to pick out a movie, but Techno seemed to already know what Tommy wanted to watch as after he put the disk in, the title screen for Up began to play. Phil soon came back with a large bowl of popcorn, and after getting the boys to scoot over to make some room for him, he sat down next to Tubbo. Techno moved over to the armchair that was next to the couch and sat down sideways on it, with his legs over the armrest, so that he could see the T.V. The family began to watch the movie, Tommy watched the movie with a sense of awe. The opening scene was beautiful and even had his tearing up by the end of it. Tommy happily munched on popcorn as he watched the movie fully enthralled by what was going on, on-screen. However, towards the end of the movie Tommy's eyes began to drift shut as he tried to stifle a yawn. He leaned against Wilbur who once again wrapped his arm around Tommy, this time rubbing small circles into Tommy's arm with his thumb. Tommy tried to fight the growing drowsiness but eventually, he began to succumb to his exhaustion. The last thing that Tommy remembers before falling asleep was someone picking him up and carrying him upstairs, along with a voice that sounded strangely like Phil.

"Sleep well, son." With that, Tommy fell asleep with a wide smile on his face.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #ao3 #fanfiction #minecraft #sweet dreams~

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iwadori · 3 years

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Getting hurt in argument PT 1 (Iwaizumi, Tsukishima)

hi!! so can i request a hurt to comfort with iwaizumi, tsukishima and any character that you want ? i saw you had reblogged a prompt list so you could us 18 for inspiration! @sheiscalling

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Tsukishima:

You and Tsukishima just moved in with each other a few days ago

Sharing a house has kind of put you at odds

As getting used to each others habits takes a while to get used too

You just hope that after a while things will go back to usual

Tsukishima has been conveniently busy since you guys moved in together, claiming he has to practice more since the Sendai Frogs have a supposed upcoming tournament.

So he’s left you to your own devices unpacking boxes, picking out and buying furniture whilst working from home. Today’s task is choosing the wallpaper, which you wanted to ask Tsukishima’s opinion on (since he’s always been judgmental of certain colours, patterns and prints.)

Y/N: Hey Tsukki! You coming to *insert store that sells wallpapers here* today… it closes at 5pm??

Kei: Yhh practices finishes at 1 so I’ll probably run some errands get changed and meet you there for 3

Y/N: Okay! See you then <3

You were ecstatic, Tsukishima is finally going to do something for your new place and on the plus you get to spend time together. Maybe you’ll get to go to that new desert place across the road from your house.

2:45PM

You decide to get there a tad bit early so you can have a few options picked out (as you know how detailed and picky Kei can be.) As you picked out paints and swatches you noticed how time went by…

3:14PM

Surprised that Kei isn’t here right on the dot (since he despises lateness and on many occasion have reprimanded you when you’ve been just a tiny bit late) but just assume he’s stuck in traffic or something.

3:32

You’re still standing outside waiting, getting a tiny bit embarrassed of the looks of the passer-by strangers as if they could tell you’re desperately waiting for someone. You checked your phone, expecting a message from Kei explaining his lateness or saying he’lll be there soon.

4:00

He’s now an hour late, with no contact at all which got you frustrated as you really hoped that he would do at least one thing for you today. So you decided to go and choose what YOU want since it seems that Kei doesn’t seem to really care.

5:15

After nearly emptying the store with all your choices and additional furniture picks you finally make it back home with still NO word from Kei. You are completely over it! But he is now the least of your worries, now your current agenda is unpacking plates and cutlery (so you and Tsuki actually have something to eat of off and that’s if he ever joins you for dinner)

You’re washing and polish plates as you hear your front door open and shut with a slight slam. “Ugh practice was draining today” he said, tired

You did not acknowledge his presence at all, you were beyond agitated that he made plans with you and then didn’t show up AND THEN didn’t even make sure the first thing he did was apologise. “Babe, whats for dinner” He asked entering the living room.

AN: Btw you have like a open kitchen type of thing so you can see the kitchen and the living room in the same room if that makes sense ://

You still ignored him, washing your plates annoyance slowly but surely building up inside of you the more he spoke “Y/N, did you hear me i asked what was fo-” Tsukishima stopped his words as he saw all the stuff you’ve bought for the house and before realising that he blew off your plans together he says,

“Y/N.. what the fuck is this shit”

That made you take a pause, and freeze ‘That is all he’s worried about’ you think. As you’re still ignoring him and he’s wondering why you decided to buy all this ‘crap’ (in his words not yours) he picks up one of the wallpaper designs and brings it to you.

“Y/N you really think we’re putting this shit on the walls..?” He asked

You still ignore him, scrubbing harder and harder on the same plate you’ve been washing since he’s got here ( you definitely know it’s clean by now but who cares )”Y/N, are you listening to me” He then grabs your shoulders turning him to face you “Why the fuck would you buy this??”

By now you were raged, “Is that ALL you care about!” You shout “You don’t care how I’ve been slaving away getting this place, our NEW place ready for us to live in but you don’t care you’re so self obsessed that all you’ve been doing is going to practice and complaining!”

He was about to speak before you stopped him again “Oh and by the way if you’ve got a problem with my choices for our walls then maybe YOU should’ve been at the store at the time we agreed upon! You dick.” after saying this his lips part in surprise, as he now remembers the promise he made you.

You turn your body back to the sink, tears filling your eyes as you go back to ferociously scrubbing the plate again.

“Y/N I’m sorry I-” He starts

“Oh shut the fuck up Tsukishima” You say a bit to agressively slamming your hands (and the plate) down on the counter, cutting your hand in the process

“Shit” You say as blood starts to seep through your hand well there goes the clean plate you get a towel and hold it against your hand stopping the blood for a short while and you bend down to start picking up the plate remains as Tsukishima just stands there not really knowing what to say or do.

“Y/N i’m sorry about EVERYTHING” he says bending down to your level as you still pick up the plate remains. “What can I do to make this all better?”

“Just fuck off Tsuki” You say bitterly not looking him in the eyes

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay” he says grabbing your wrist softly to stop you from further injury “Just come sit down so i can atleast bandage your hands”

You finally look up at him, tears still in your eyes but you silently agree getting up and letting him lead you to the couch. He bandages you up, not saying a word as your sniffles and whimpers fill the quiteness in the room.

“Y/N. I am really truly sorry I-” He says

“Why don’t you care anymore?” You interrupt tears now streaming down your face “I know i can be overbearing at times, but I just wanted you to be excited about moving in with me as I was about you. Do you not want to live with me anymore” you cried

“I’m sorry i’ve been so busy it’s just practice and tournaments and … I was kind of nervous about moving in with you I just love you so much and I don’t want to mess anything up” he said “And I’m sorry about not coming to the store I just got tired up with practice and I’m just really sorry Y/N”

He goes over to the things you’ve bought and picks up one of the paint colours you chose (your favourite option) “This is beatiful Y/N you have such a great taste and I like anything that you like to be honest.”

He stares at you for a response as he noticed your tears have stopped running, which is a good sign. “I just want you to be more involved and show that you care about me about us “ you say

“I will and I do.. I always do” He said pulling you into a hug

“I love you Kei” You say into his chest

“I love you too”

You spend the rest of your night unpacking plates, putting up wallpaper, painting walls and putting up furniture ending up on the couch with two slices of strawberry shortcake from the bakery across the street watching an episode of *insert your favourite TV show here* in your new place which you can finally call a home.

Iwaizumi:

You and Iwaizumi have been dating since highschool

You’ve had a past with anger issues but that was all sorted before you met Iwa

You’re very hard working and sometimes overworking but you have Iwa to always make sure you’re not too hard on yourself

You play volleyball just like your boyfriend, being the captain of your team is your pride and joy but sometimes you are way too hard on yourself trying to reach perfection.

You’re in the gym way past normal hours setting to yourself against the wall with sweat dripping down your forehead breathing slightly more than usual

‘5 more minutes’ you think to yourself knowing damn well it’s going to be more than 5 minutes but you just have to perfect your form then you can stop.

You stop for a small water break and also to check your phone seeing 5+ messages from your lovely boyfriend Hajime

Haji: Y/N how was your day

Haji: What do you want for dinner

Haji: I think we should get chinese

Haji: Y/N… you alive

Haji: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeffhpeE/

Haji: I just ran into *Insert Best friends name* and she told me you were last seen at practice I hope you’re not in the gym Y/N

Haji: I’m coming to the gym… you better not be there

By the time you start going back to set against the wall you look up to see a semi mad Hajime at the doors of the gym..

“Y/N.. I thought you said you wasn’t going to keep overworking yourself this term” He said slowly approaching you

“Just” set “Gotta” set “Fix” set “My” set “Form”

“Your set is fine babe, it’s perfect … you’re perfect” he says reaching out to touch you

“Well I guess perfect isn’t good enough then” you mumble

“Y/N that’s not what I meant” He responds touching your shoulder

Out of reflex, your hand flicks to his face your nail (which are amazingly sharp and long) catches him on his cheek causing a petite cut to now appear and small amounts of blood to come out of it. You both are frozen shocked at what just happened, you never meant to touch him like that at all.

You quickly rush to your stuff leaving your volleyball in the gym running out the doors. How could you be so horrible, hitting your boyfriend in the face after doing so much work getting over all your anger issues. ‘Hes going to hate you now’ you think.

You stop at a bench trying to clear your head, crying softly to yourself worrying now about your relationship with Haji and where it stands now. Without you noticing, Iwaizumi sits down next to you, waiting for you to compose your self before speaking.

“I know you didn’t mean it Y/N” he said pulling you under his arm

“Iwa, I’m so so sorry I didn’t mean to stay late in the gym it’s just that we have a competition next week and last time we lost because of me and I just … wanted it all to be perfect “ You said sniffling you look up at him and see the cut on his face that you caused making you even more upset “I am really sorry, I understand that you probably want to break up with me for hurting you which is completely valid”

You don’t want him to confirm your suspicions of him breaking up with you, so you abruptly stand up getting reading to move onwards again before he grabs your wrist “you’re not leaving till I know you’re okay” he says

which makes you laugh a bit “It’s crazy that I’m the one that messed up, yet you’re worrying about me”

“Well that’s my job Y/N, I always worry about you when you’re overworking yourself and being hard on yourself it’s not good” he said “accidents happen, I know you didn’t intend on me getting hurt and I know you’re going to do great in the upcoming game babe dont worry”

A week later, all was forgotten Iwa’s cheek healed quickly and he never blamed you for it all and reminded you that it wasn’t your fault whenever it seemed you felt bad about it.

You’re now playing your volleyball game Iwa in the stands cheering you on as loud as he could and of course you were doing your best because in Hajime’s words you are perfect.

AN:Thank you so much for my first request I hope you like it. I’m not really a fan of the Iwa one but the tsuki one i like the way it went even though I was meant to add a third character but got too tired. But thank for the request keep them coming!!

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threepointseven · 2 years

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Hii I'm so glad you're active again. Do you think you'd be able to write something angst similar/ based off this post?

🌺summary!🌺- You're being accused of faking your pregnancy because the exchange student is pregnant just like you. In a fit of rage you pack your things and decide to raise your child by yourself. After your baby is born how do you deal with finding out the exchange students baby is neither of the brothers child, and the brothers want you back?

Type- scenario 🍄

Flowers included!🌼= brothers x gn! Reader

Note🍀= hello! im so sorry this took a little longer than expected, i planned to do this but i came back at a really wrong time since my grade 7 midterms are coming up! but this isnt proof read and quite rushed so sorry if there are any mistakes! thank you for requesting btw!

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Creds to @gallantys for the idea of this post!

C/N= Child name E/N=Exchange student name F/N= friend name

You were ecstatic. You were thinking that you were pregnant days ago, only now had you gotten the time to take a test. Your eyes lit up as two red lines appeared on your pregnancy test. And you happily cheer “im pregnant!!”

Not knowing the woman next to your room heard your cheers of how you were pregnant.

Your feet race to your phone to tell your bestfriend.

F/N IM PREGNANT!!

You excitedly text your friend

HUH?!?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?? TELL THE BROTHERS!!

You give it some thought though. The brothers have talked about a baby once or twice but actually having a kid..

“I’ll tell them tomorrow” you muttered as a soft smile paints your face.

As the morning sun rises the first thought in your head is to announce to everyone that your pregnant.

So now here you stand, in front of the brothers and e/n.

“What did you need us all down here for Y/N?”

I took a deep breath.

“Im pregnant!”

…

The room was silent.. maybe it was because of shock!

“Your kidding right? Cause E/n’s pregnant too..”

“What?”

Why wasn't i informed…!

“E/N told you! Y/N you know lying isnt very good! Especially about a pregnancy.” Asmo put a hand on E/N’s

“No no you dont get it im not lying! Im really not! I wasnt even informed that E/N was pregnant!”

“What do you mean y/n..? We texted yesterday, i told you i was pregnant..”

Her big doe eyes convinced everyone in the room.

“No. This is a misunderstanding, wait let me get the pregnancy test!”

You run to your room to get the pregnancy test in hopes of clearing everything up. And alas

You cant seem to find it.

Your eyes widen, scared that the brothers will take your pregnancy as a joke.

“So..?”

“Uhm..it appears i lost my pregnancy test but no worries! I— ill just go take another one!”

“Y/N..”

E/N’s eyes teared up.. why..?

“Why are you trying to make this about you..? Im pregnant, stop lying to all of them..!”

Her big puppy eyes got all the brothers bowing down to her, believing her lies.

“Y/N i suggest you stop lying to everyone. You’re hurting E/N’s feelings.. have you no shame?!”

Satan never raises his voice at me… why now is it so loud..?

Everything goes blurry as i continue to be falsely accused of faking my own pregnancy.. where did the test go..?! I left it just on the counter..!

“Stop stop! E/N is literally lying if you want i’ll even take the test agai-“

Before i could finish my sentence Lucifer raised his hand and slapped my right cheek, the stinging feeling flowing through my body as i look at him wide eyed

He just slapped me

“You know what. Fine, i doubt you seven would be good parents anyways.”

As i dash off my intentions being to get as far as i can from the brothers i hear a whisper from the one and only E/N

“Thank god you're leaving~”

It was a whisper. A mutter so soft yet sounded so cynical. Tears brimmed my eyes as i ran to my room to pack my things.

After Clothes after clothes, i ran away from the demons. I always knew i was a second thought to them.. it was too obvious from the start. If they only want e/n i’ll happily leave her to them.

10 months. Its been 10 months ever since i ran away from the brothers and decided to take care of my child myself. All i could think was sorrow and happiness when my child was born. They had eyes just like lucifer, i couldnt help but be reminded of them whenever i looked at theyre face.

Life has been easy enough. Without the brothers i may succumb to loneliness at times but there has never been a day where C/N cant cheer me up. They’re eyes full of life as they crawl to me.

C/N’s first words were mama, it brought tears to my eyes when they first said it. What i didn’t expect was for them to say papa.

Was it movies? Was it people around them?

“Papa!!”

My own child happily shouted the word unknowing of how much fear i felt at that moment.

As a mom i should of course tell them everything when their older right..? The question is how would i tell C/N that their own mother cut their dads off.

I heard the phone ring, i picked up c/n and cradled them in my arms as i answered

“Hello?”

“Y/N. This is Satan”

Everything froze at that moment. My eyes widened as i my head scrambled with questions. Satan. How long has it been since i heard that name? Since i heard the name of one of 7 men who let a woman deceive them and leave a pregnant woman to care for her child herself?

I gently let down C/N and let them

Play around

“What do you want Satan…”

“Y/N, could we talk..?”

“….what for.”

“E/N gave birth to her baby safely.”

My teeth gritted at the sound of her name rolling off Satan’s tongue ever so delicately

“None of the brothers including me are the child.”

My angered façade kept still, bot a surprise. I always knew E/N wasnt exactly the most loyal.

“Please let us see your child, Y/N”

“None of you monsters are going anywhere near C/N”

I aggressively hung up, sweat rolling down my neck as my expression stayed an angry frown.

Cradling my child in a hope of calming myself down i let the sun go down and rise once more. Waking up and being greeted with all 7 of the brothers in front of my door instead of a beautiful morning, isnt exactly what i wanted to happen.

As i scanned the seven through the crack of my door fear overtakes me as I quickly take my child to my room, making sure they dont hear whatever argument is about to happen.

“Y/N”

The sin of pride spoke firmly

Stepping out of the house i protectively block my door

“What business do you have in front if my house. Lucifer.”

“Y/N, please. E/N’s child is neither of ours and she left Devildom after quite the explosive argument so please, let us see the child that has our blood, and come back to us.”

“..you’re kidding.”

I deadpanned at the brothers.

How

“How could they think id just walk into your life once more as a happy little housewife with my happy little child and forget about the fact that you 7 gave no care about how i ran away, and accused me of faking my pregnancy?!”

Tears brimmed at my eyes, the brothers eyes looking away in regret.

“Y/N cooperate with us, that's our child.”

Asmodeus added

The nerve.

“No i wont. You let me leave your life and didnt give two shits about when i did. Didn’t care when i gave birth my kid, you let a lying icarus of a woman replace me. Me and my child are doing fine. Do not ever contact me again.”

I said firmly while tears ran down my eyes trying to storm back into my home before i felt the feeling of a stinging grip on my wrist.

“Y/N whether or not you let us see them this isnt an option. That's our child too”

Satan looked furious. I could feel his energy from here. His hand summoned sparks upon my wrist, flames burning my skin and into my flesh.

My heart shatters at the sudden realization at the fact that they’re demons. At any moment. At any moment they can come and take my child away from me.

My little fragile heart shatters like glass, the sharp edges catching on my Lungs and preventing my breath.

“No. No im not letting them anywhere near you 7. And i’ll make fucking sure of it.”

Storming inside my house and locking

My door i pull C/N into a big bear hug. Tears flow like a fountain as i kiss the forehead of my child.

I’ll protect them. I’ll make sure those boys dont come anywhere near them. After what they did to my wrist who knows what they’d to C/N..

“Its just us against the world now C/N..”

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wileyswillowaly · 2 years

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(Dylan x Original Character)

Part Two.

Kayla’s POV.

6 months ago, I was in an agonizing pain due to my labor. But 6 months ago was also one of the happiest days of my life. Our little baby O’Brien is finally here. The moment the doctor announced that it was a boy as we heard weeping noises in the room, I couldn’t help but smile as I was staring at Dylan the whole time who was also ecstatic.

He has his own little buddy now.

The moment Dylan took hold of Stiles, it was as if what had happened five years before was happening again. He had this expression on his face when he first held Abby, and it was the same one he had on Stiles. He even shed a tear while he was carrying our boy. He really is a father and our children are very lucky to have him.

I’m currently nursing Stiles because he woke up early and was hungry. Dylan, on the other hand, is sound asleep on the other side of the bed, looking more weary than ever. He works on set in the mornings and comes home at night to take care of his responsibilities as a father and to help me.

I drew my shirt down as I placed Stiles on the bed after he was finally satiated.

“Go wake Daddy up,” I smiled as I let him crawl at Dylan.

He put his hands on Dylan’s body and his mouth on Dylan’s cheek, as if wanting to devour him. He always wakes him up like this. After a few seconds, Dylan shifting a little and wrapped his arms around Stiles.

“Hey, buddy. Morning.” He mumbled, kissing his little boy’s chubby cheek.

Stiles didn’t say anything but giggled in response. Dylan then simply laid him on his chest and kissed the top of his head. He turned his glance to me, and a loving smile appeared on his face.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi. You tired?” I asked.

“A little.”

He asked for a kiss by bringing his lips together in a way that made me roll my eyes yet couldn’t help but smile. He can be such a baby sometimes.

I moved closer and kissed his lips briefly.

“Now I feel better,” he replied.

“Well, you better, ‘cause you need to be on set now.” I said.

“No, they changed the time schedule before sundown for a better lighting.”

I guess that’s a good thing then. He can spend a little longer here in the house.

“That’s awesome, ‘cause Abby was actually looking for you before she fell asleep.” I said, running my fingers through his hair.

“Why? Did she need something?”

“I don’t know. Maybe she wants to ask you something ‘cause she wouldn’t tell me.”

“Okay, well, I’ll talk to her when she wakes up,” Dylan said.

He then proceeds on playing with Stiles, kissing and tickling him playfully everywhere. My boys.

Dylan’s POV.

After I showered, I left Stiles with Kayla so that I could go see Abby in her room. After walking up to the front of her door and knocking, her pink-colored room greeted me. She is completely obsessed pink.

I then noticed her sitting on the floor, evidently preoccupied with something she was coloring on a piece of paper.

“Daddy!” she squealed and hugged me the moment I sit beside her.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I replied, kissing the side of her head. “What are you working on here?” I asked, looking at the paper.

“Our teacher asked us to draw my family.”

Now that I’m looking at the paper, I notice that it contains four stick people.

“That’s you, Daddy.” She said, pointing at the blue colored guy. “That’s Mommy with baby Stiles,” she continued. “And that’s Abby. Me!” she added, pointing at the pink colored dress girl.

“Wow, you’re so good. That’s awesome.” I grinned. “Aw, I’m so proud of my Abby.” I said, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

I can’t believe that the tiny girl, whom I used to rock to sleep with my arms around her, was now sitting up and painting on a sheet of paper by herself. Time really does fly by at breakneck speed.

“So, Mommy told me you were gonna ask me something last night. What was it?” I asked her.

“Oh, yes, Daddy-”

Her words were cut short before she could even finish them due to the ringtone on my phone, which indicated that someone was calling.

“Oof, wait. Give Daddy a second, okay?” I said and she merely nod.

I jumped to my feet and answered the phone call from the director of my new upcoming film, who informed me that there had been a change in schedule and that I should go to the location immediately. We need to re-shoot one of my scenes from yesterday morning because the video was glitching and we couldn’t fix it.

“All right, I’ll be there in a minute.”

I hung up the phone and shove it back to my pocket.

“I’m sorry, Abby, but Daddy needs to go now. There was a problem on my clip.” I explained. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” she replied, starting to color on her paper again.

Before I left, I kissed her on the top of her head and said my goodbyes.

I changed my clothes right away, putting a watch on my wrist before going downstairs, where I see Stiles on Kayla’s arm as she is putting plates on the table.

“Where are you going?” Kayla asked the moment she see me, adjusting Stiles properly in her arms.

“Graham Moore just called, saying there has been an issue about my clip yesterday and that I should be there now,” I replied. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Oh. It’s okay.” Kayla respond. “Well, do you mind having breakfast first?”

“Can’t. I have to be there right now.”

Swear, if I could just sit here and eat these homemade chicken, which is my favorite, I would. Schedule just isn’t my bestfriend at the moment.

“Shoot, I really have to go now.” I said, looking at my watch.

“Bye, Stiles. Daddy needs to go for now.” I said to my son which made him frown. He’s only 6 months old, yet he already has a sense of when someone is about to leave. Especially when it’s me.

“It’s all right, buddy,” I told him. “Daddy will return real soon. So, you be good for Mommy while I’m away, ok? And when I get back, we will have lots of fun together with your sister.” As if he understands it, he smiled. “That’s my boy. Give Daddy a kiss?” given that the 6 month old can’t communicate yet, I was the one who leaned in to kiss his lips, making a kissing noise at him when our lips came together, which elicited a chuckling reaction from the young infant. Kayla smiling at us.

I pulled away and look at my wife.

“Bye, babe.” I smiled before kissing Kayla’s forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. Take care, okay?”

“I will,” I smiled, giving her cheek a kiss one last time before leaving.

Kayla’s POV.

Stiles finally fell asleep in my arms after a few minutes of rocking him. I carefully placed him in his crib in our bedroom before stretching myself out, because God knows how exhausted I am at this point in the day. To be completely honest, I wasn’t like this with Abby when she was a baby. Okay, certainly, I did become exhausted, but not like this. Stiles is a crier who requires constant attention and will not stop crying or sleep until I am holding him or rocking him. But even so, I love him. So much.

Following that, I walked over to the desk where my phone was and took a seat there. I opened my Twitter account and went to my notifications to see if there were any new comments since I posted something yesterday. I smiled when the Teen Wolf cast reunited on the comment section.

Not sure if it’s a joke, but if there would be a Teen Wolf movie reunion, I don’t see why not. Teen Wolf had the best cast ever, aside from the The Maze Runner. And this opinion is totally unbiased just because I’m married to the main character of the movie, but then again, yes, I am being biased.

I turned my head to the door when I heard someone knock. It was Abby.

“Hey, sweetness. You need something?” I asked, keeping my voice down to not wake Stiles up.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course. Spill. What is it?” I asked as I closed my phone to focus on my child.

It took her a moment to reply. Is she scared to ask her question?

“Does Daddy love me?” Abby asked.

“Wha- of course, he does. He loves you so much. Why would you ask that?” I questioned as I run my fingers through her hair.

That was so sudden.

“When I’m at school, I see my friends getting picked up by their mommy and daddy, but my daddy has never picked me up from school. Not even once since I started kindergarten.” She said sadly. “My friend, Wendy, said that her daddy loves her that’s why he’s always picking her up in school. He’s always there for Wendy. But my daddy isn’t always with me. So, I think Daddy doesn’t love me because he’s not always here like before.”

“I wish I was Wendy, so that I wouldn’t miss Daddy all the time.”

The trace of sadness in her blue eyes that she inherited from me can still be seen as she spoke those words. I never expected her to feel this way. I didn’t ask her if she would be okay with her father returning to acting. She may be happy, but she misses Dylan, her best friend. Since then, she’s been Daddy’s little girl. Her best friend is gone, therefore it’s understandable that she’d be sad. But I don’t want her thinking Dylan doesn’t love her.

“Come here,” I said as I lift her up to sit on my lap.

“No matter where you go, you always need to remember that Daddy loves you, okay? I know that he’s not always here, but he’s always asking me about you, Abby. Every time he get into work, he asks me if what were you doing, and when he gets home from work, he asks me if how was your school or did you have fun. Daddy cares about you ever since you were still in Mommy’s tummy.” I said. “I remember when you were still in my tummy, your daddy used to sing you songs about how much he couldn’t wait to hold you in his arms. In fact, when you arrived, when he finally got to meet his baby girl, he sobbed in delight because you were so perfect and beautiful. He was in love.”

“Daddy isn’t always around because he has to work for us. He works to buy you everything you ever wanted. But mostly, he works because he loves his job. You always tell me how much you wanted to be a doctor when you grow up, that’s exactly how much your dad loves his job. But, your feelings are valid, Abby. Just don’t forget how much your daddy loves you and Stiles.”

She merely hugged me in response which I returned and kissed the top of her head.

Dylan’s POV.

It’s already 7 p.m., and I’ve only just returned home from work. I was completely exhausted, but it was fun. I enjoy keeping myself occupied. Yet, there are moments when I long to be at home with Kayla and my children, doing nothing but spending my mornings and nights with them. And I’m sure they do as well.

I stepped out of the car and started walking towards the front door, but I was stopped in my tracks when I noticed Kayla at the glass window, dressed in her lace retro nightgown and slowly dancing with Stiles in her arms. Because of the way her lips move and the way she smiles, it’s evident that she was singing. The scenery was so breathtakingly beautiful that I could sit here and just stare at it for hours on end. Kayla really is a wife and a mother material, and I’m so lucky to have her.

I started strolling back to our front porch so that I could finally say hello to them. I went into the living room, where Kayla was actually singing, and I was blown away. She was singing “La Vie En Rose,” which she uses as a lullaby for our children.

“And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs”

She sing so well and so beautiful. It was as if she was a siren in her past; she knows how to lure someone using her voice.

“Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be la vie en rose”

She started humming and judging by how quiet Stiles is, he’s already asleep.

I smiled to myself as I came towards her from behind, my arms wrapped around her waist as I approached her. She just leaned her head against my chest, as if she already knew who I was without even looking.

“I love coming home to the sound of you singing.” I murmured, while kissing her on the neck as I gazed at my son, who was sleeping peacefully in her mother’s arms. “Where’s Abby?”

“Upstairs, asleep,” she murmured, looking at me.

As I gaze at her lips, she gives me a smile. I leaned in to kiss her and she kissed me right back.

Eventually, I change into new clothes, and Kayla takes Stiles to his crib while I head to Abby’s room to kiss her goodnight. I walked outside our bedroom and knocked on our daughter’s door, which is just a few feet away. When I didn’t get a response, I simply unlocked the door and found Abby already in her bed asleep.

I went to her bed to tuck her a blanket since it’s getting cold, when I see crayons, pencils, and papers on her bed. She most likely fell asleep while doing whatever it was she was doing at the time. I went over to her desk and placed her things there.

While putting the papers down, I came across a few letters she’d written. I decided to read them while sitting in her chair.

It was an activity that had been assigned to them by their teacher.

• Draw your family in a piece of paper.

• After you draw, answer these questions:

1. Describe your mother. Does she have an occupation? If so, what is it?

2. Describe your father. Does he have an occupation? If so, what is it?

3. If you have a sibling or siblings, describe them.

I looked at her drawing again, and it brought a grin to my face because of her inventiveness and creativity. I then began looking at her response to the number one question she had for her mother. Of course, just like any other kindergarten students, her handwriting is still improving; her letters are large, but it’s still understable.

“1. My mommy is the best mommy in the whole wide world! She always wakes me up with a smile on her face as she carries me to the kitchen for me to eat. Mommy always cooks nuggets because it’s my favorite. Mommy doesn’t have a job but she’s always taking care of me and Stiles and she’s always doing a good job. I love her so much : )”

My heart swell. She’s like the sweetest thing ever. I love how much she loves her mother.

The next paper was for question number three, about her sibling.

“3. I have a younger brother, his name is Stiles Rhodes and he’s only a baby with super cute cheeks. I love him but sometimes I hate it when I carry him and he pees or pukes at me. But I understand because he’s still a baby and I’m already a big girl. I hope Stiles grow up fast so that I can play with him at the backyard with my toys. Oh! He can also be my guest on my tea parties!”

Poor thing. Must’ve got tired playing tea parties with Mr. Bear.

The next piece of paper was for question number two, which was about her father, who happens to be me.

“2. Daddy is amazing! Everyone recognizes him because he appears on television, and Mommy, Stiles, and I are devoted viewers. Daddy and I used to have tea parties in my room and Mr. Bear, but that has ceased now that he is rarely home. He has a job, which is acting, but I’m not sure what it is because I didn’t get an answer from him about his occupation. If I ask him, he always says that he has to go for work and that he will talk to me as soon as he comes home, but that never happens. He’s always busy. I miss Daddy a lot. I wish he can be here the moment I open my eyes and the moment I close them. I love Daddy so much, but I don’t know if he loves me too.”

As I read her letter, my heart sank and a tear rolled down my cheek. I gaze at her as she sleeps, her sweet face still snoozing. How could I do this to her? She’s not supposed to feel this way. I think I just fucked up being a father.

I rose to my feet and gently stroked her hair.

“I’m sorry, Abby. Daddy’s sorry.” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

With my head down, I returned to our bedroom. Kayla was already in bed with the lights out when I opened the door.

“Hey, baby. I was just waiting for you.” She greeted, lovingly.

Instead of responding, I chose to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Dyl? Is something wrong?” Kayla asked, sitting up and turning on the lamp. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

I just rested my head on the headboard and sighed.

“I wasn’t supposed to leave. I was supposed to answer her questions,” I said.

“What are you talking about?”

“No, actually, scrap that. I’m supposed to stay here with her and tell her things that she wants to learn. I’m supposed to be by her side.”

“Dyl, what’s going on?”

I peered into her eyes, which were looking at me with concern.

“I went to Abby’s room and saw her activity sheet,” I answered. “She wanted to know what my work is all about, but I kept ignoring her. I didn’t realize that she needed my answer until I saw it. She misses me. And what broke me even more is that she doesn’t know that I love her because I don’t show it.”

Kayla’s Pov.

I couldn’t take my gaze away from Dylan’s, and I couldn’t help but notice the misery in his eyes.

“Do you know about this? Like, did she tell you about this?” Dylan asked.

I was debating whether or not to tell him that Abby had genuinely told me how much she missed him, but I was worried that it would make him feel even worse. But he needs to know.

“Actually, she did, this afternoon.” I replied. “She asked me if you love her, and of course I said yes because you do really love her. I let her understand some things, like, you need to work for us, and that you’re so passionate about acting, and she understood.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst father ever.”

He buried his face in his palms, clearly dissatisfied.

“Hey, don’t say that.” I said, pulling his palms out of his face and he looked at me. “You are not a worst father, quite the contrary actually. You’re the best, okay? You work hard for them-”

“Yes, but I’m always not with them. I should’ve just stayed here with you. I knew that coming back to acting would mean to have a distance with my kids.”

“Dylan-”

“It was a bad idea.”

“Dyl, please, can you listen to me just for a second?”

He sighed and let me talk.

“Do you remember when you were cast in the role of Thomas in Maze Runner? We were resting in your bed when you received the notification that you had been chosen for the part. I thought you were just overreacting to the movie we were watching because your eyes were tearful, but then you let me see the message. You were in such good spirits that you practically screamed with a tinge of tears of ecstasy in your eyes. God, if only you could see how much your face lights up when it comes to acting,” I said. “That was also the same reaction I saw when you got the roles you have now. You were ecstatic.”

“Of course, I was overjoyed at the prospect of landing those roles. You’ve been there with me since the beginning of my Hollywood career. You were with me when I was still a nobody, which means I wouldn’t have done those things if it hadn’t been for you. I get that acting is my passion, but if it means that my children will be distanced from me, I’d prefer stay at home with them instead. It’s you, Abby, and Stiles who are the most important in my life. They are still little, and I don’t want them to grow up thinking that their father doesn’t love them because he’s always at his work.” Dylan replied.

“Dyl, since the day she was born, Abby has been attached to you. When you took her in your arms, she suddenly stopped crying. When she opened her eyes for the first time, you were the first person she saw. She’s used to having you around because she’s a Daddy’s girl; maybe she just misses you. Make it up to her and let her know how much you love her,” I said. “Going back to acting industry was never a bad idea, babe. We get to see you on TV, that’s why. You never know how enthralled Abby is when she sees you on TV. She said she’s proud of you. She loves seeing her dad on screen because he’s so amazing and he has a lot of people that loves him.”

He didn’t say anything and simply sat there gazing down, his thoughts still swirling around in his head about what he was going to do. I sighed and smiled as I cupped my hands to his cheeks to make him look at me.

“I love you, and I am so proud of you.” I admit, causing a smile on his face. “You are the best husband and father, Dylan. You are nothing but a blessing to me, and our children. Please, don’t ever doubt that.”

“You think so?” he asked.

“No,” I paused. “I know so.”

I only managed to get a faint smile from him. I then brought him close to my chest while I leaned my back against the headboard to relax my back. He didn’t say anything, only snaking his arms around my waist.

“Just spend some time with Abby. Just the two of you. Show her how much you love her to the point that she would never doubt it,” I said as I was playing with his hair. I then kissed the top of his head. “I love you, baby.”

Suddenly, he sat up and kissed me on the lips.

“I love you more,” he said. “You always know what to say, babe. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Even though I’m not a fan of these kinds of mushy phrases, I couldn’t help but smile because I could tell that he meant what he said.

We were interrupted by a desperate wail from the crib before I could even pull the cover over our heads to tuck ourselves in for the night.

“I’ll get him,” Dylan said, walking around the bed to the crib to get Stiles. He get the baby out of the crib and started rocking him in his arms. “Well, good evening, Stiles.” He smiled, his free hand playing with his son’s fingers.

Not even a split of second, Stiles already stopped crying. I think he just needed to be held by his dad. Dylan then sat beside me with Stiles still in his arms as I snuggled up with Dylan.

Stiles yawned and curled up on his father’s chest, his brown eyes briefly glanced at me. Stiles gave a slight smile on his face. I smiled back and extended my hand to him. His tiny one gripped it and closed his eyes

I watched Dylan kiss his forehead, humming my lullaby to the kids which is “La Vie En Rose”, I had taught him weeks prior to sooth the boy when he needed to. His focus was purely on him, even though I was snuggled into his side. The hard whiskey eyes I used to had melted at the simple sight of the sleeping baby, a genuine smile on my husband’s face. Dylan’s fingers ran through Stiles’ short brunette hair again – the same shade as ours – while kissing his head.

“Daddy loves you, buddy,” he whispered to him. “Daddy will always be here for you, Stiles. Daddy loves you so much, always remember that,” he smiled. “I love you, your sister, and your mama.”

I couldn’t stop my smile from growing. Watching Dylan interact with our son was the highlight of any day because I could see how much he loved and cared about our children. Stiles and Abby was truly was his sole purpose for every action he made. It made me admire my man more and more.

—

The rising sun spread a rosy color across the morning sky through the window, causing me to scrunch up my face. I have no words to express how much I hate mornings. I yawned and slid my hand to the other side of the bed, hoping to find my husband’s body so I could cuddle up to him and smell his strangely seductive perfume, but there was no one. When I first opened my eyes, I noticed an empty bed. He’s probably gone off to work.

When I sat up, I realized that I was completely naked. Of course. Dylan has this thing about getting a touch too horny when the clock strikes three o’clock in the morning. Sometimes he just jerks off on his own, and other times he wakes me up with his sweet kisses on my neck or shoulders, and then we’d start spooning together right once. We were definitely the most hormonal teenagers back then, and we still are, since we have sex approximately three times a day, virtually every day. We can’t help ourselves, so...

I mean, I have a very hot husband, why not ride it?

I leaned over the crib and didn’t see Stiles, which made my pulse race and cause me to overthink things. I put on my silk robe and headed downstairs right away. I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally see Stiles in his blue high chair, and Dylan cooking in his apron in the kitchen.

Wait what? Dylan’s here?

I stayed where I was, staring at them both from where I was standing. Dylan took a break from the stove to continue feeding Stiles with his favorite sweet potato puree.

“You like that, buddy?” Dylan asked Stiles, wiping some of the mush from his son’s mouth with his baby bib. Stiles only smiled and cooed in response. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Dylan laughed. “Daddy will bathe you after this, okay? ‘cause your mom wouldn’t be happy seeing the mess I made in the kitchen. Mommy can be such a Monica sometimes.”

I just rolled my eyes. But it’s true.

Dylan’s POV.

I went back to cooking Abby’s favorite breakfast, Stewed Peppers and Tomatoes with Eggs. This was my first time cooking it, I just hope I got the recipe right because I based it solely on a YouTube video I watched.

Given that I was almost finished cooking, I reached for a plate on the dish rack with my hand. As soon as I felt the warmth of two arms wrapped around my waist, I turned my head to see my wife looking at me with a smile on her face.

“Hey, you’re up. Morning, babe,” I smiled, kissing the side of her head.

“Morning,” she greeted. “Aren’t you supposed to be on set right now?”

“Yes, but I asked a month off to which they agreed on. I want to spend more time with you and the kids, so they let me.” I replied.

Actually, no, they did not agree on that. I mean, what type of an actor begs for a month off the set and expects the director to comply to his request? Of course, when I requested and explained my reasoning, they refused to accept, but I persuaded them otherwise. I just stated that I would not appear in the movie if they won’t let me take a month off, which was ridiculous considering that production had already begun, but they surprisingly agreed. I guess they can never find another O’Brien.

“Huh. That’s weird.”

“I know,” I replied. “Their movie would probably fail if it isn’t because of me,” I joked.

“God, O’Brien, since when did you become so cocky?”

“Since the day you told me you have never seen a cock this big,” I teased.

Kayla then smacked my back playfully. “A little reminder, our kid’s here. You wouldn’t want to permanently traumatized his brain for thinking his mother is a slut, would you?”

“You are a slut. Only for me though.”

“You sure about that?” Kayla teased back.

“Oh, you are so getting this in the red room later.”

“And I am so looking forward for that.” Kayla whispered in my ear, giving my butt a spank. Yep, she has a weird obsession to my tushie.

Kayla then went over to Stiles and kissed him good morning before continuing to feed him. I told her that I had made her favorite Mac and Cheese for breakfast earlier, and she just waited for me to finish this breakfast I was making for Abby so we could eat together.

After I had done cooking the Stewed Peppers and Tomatoes with Eggs, I placed it on a platter to serve it. It was exactly at that point that a blonde beauty emerged on the table as she yawned, dressed in her pink knit nightgown with white ribbon insertion, which Kayla had made for her and which she seemed to really love, judging by how often she wore it.

“Hey, princess, you’re just in time.” I said the minute I see my daughter.

“Daddy?” the little girl muttered. “Why are you here?”

Even though she didn’t mean it to be hurtful, hearing those comments as a father hurt a little.

“Well, I decided to cook you breakfast, baby girl. Your favorite.” I smiled, showing her the food. “And if you’d let me, do you wanna, maybe, take you to school?”

“Really?”

“If it’s okay to you... I don’t wanna pressure or force you-”

Before I could even finish, she already shush me by hugging my legs. “Of course, Daddy. I would love that!”

Then, with a grin on my face, I put my arms around her waist and carried her.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you?" I said with a smile and she nodded. “Okay, but you need to eat first. I cooked it for you, Abby.”

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you!”

I let her take a seat next to me as I assist her in putting rice and her meal on her breakfast plate. I couldn’t help but feel anxious as she reached for her spoon and fork to begin eating, worrying that she might not like it.

She dipped a mouthful of the dish into her lips and swallowed.

“Is it... good?” I asked and she looked at me with no reaction at all.

Oh, this is probably bad.

“No...” she trailed off.

“Because it’s AMAZING, Daddy!” she continued, making me sigh in relief. “Thank you for this, Daddy. I love it!”

She leaned over my cheeks to give it a kiss. She’s such a sweetie.

“You’re welcome, baby,” I smiled and kissed the side of her head.

When I turned around, Kayla was smiling, putting her hand over mine on the table, where her diamond ring was in her ring finger. I smiled back at her. With my gaze fixed on her, I lift her hand, where the ring had been, and kiss it.

After we eat, I already put the dishes in the sink before I bathe Stiles since I promised that I will bathe him while Kayla was preparing all the things Abby needs for school. I then went back to our bedroom to dress Stiles up since he’s coming with us.

“You so look good on this, buddy.” I said while staring at him, who was perched on the side of the bed, wearing his Mets onesie, which I bought for him. Onesie with the words Mets and a baseball printed on the front and the name O’Brien on the back, as well as the year he was born, are displayed. “You ready? We’re going to see your sister’s school. It’d be fun!”

The baby just giggle softly, and I couldn’t stop myself from smothering him in kisses because he’s just so adorable, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I kissed and tickled his tummy a few times, causing him to collapse on the bed, laughing his heart out.

“Okay, that’s enough of giggles.” I chuckled as I lift him up to my arms.

“Babe, have you seen my blue cardigan-” Kayla paused when she noticed what Stiles was wearing. “Really, Dyl?”

“What? He’s a Mets baby. And besides, he loves it,” I replied. “Right, buddy?”

The baby just smiled and Kayla just rolled her eyes playfully.

After much preparation, I was eventually able to go out of the house with Stiles. I slid him into his car seat after opening the backseat door, but I can’t seem to get his car seat harness to stay in the right position. Then, Kayla and Abby were able to get out of the door at the perfect time.

“Babe, can you...” I trailed off, pointing at Stiles’ car seat.

She rolled her eyes with a smile and buckle him safely as Abby went on the other side of the rear seat.

“What would you do without me, O’Brien?” she joked.

“Probably suffer and not be acting anymore,” I whispered, referring slightly to my accident on The Death Cure and I know she got that. Kayla was the only main reason that I got off my couch and did American Assassin. She was there with me for everything. Kayla and my kids were my rocks for all of this.

“No,” Kayla said, tapping my nose. I just shook my head, a small laugh falling off her lips. “We don’t think like that. You’re better now, Dylan. You are so much stronger than you were back then. And you would have continued acting even if I wasn’t there for you. You’re not one to give up, you know that.”

“I know,” I mumbled, running my hand through her hair. “It was just better than I had you by my side through it all. I could never thank you enough. You know that.”

Kayla’s arms swung around my neck, kissing me softly. “No more sad talk. This is a happy day. We’re going to Abby’s school, baby. And we can bond with you later when Abby gets home.”

I nod, and we rushed back to the car to avoid escalating Abby’s ire about being kept waiting. You know how girls are. It’s a scorching day in Van Nuys, so I’ve put on my shades.

“Daddy,” I heard Abby call before I start the engine. I turned around and gave her a smile. “Thank you.”

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For the breakfast earlier and for taking me to school. I’ve always wanted you to take me and pick me up from school. And this is so nice. It makes me happy.” The little girl grinned.

“Well, starting from now, I will be the one driving you to school and back to our home if it makes my baby happy.”

“Really?”

Of course. Anything for my baby,” I smiled. “Come here,” I said and she leaned in. I kissed her forehead before she went back to her seat, playing with Stiles.

I started the engine while keeping an eye on the kids in the backseat by peering in the rearview mirror with my hand intertwined with Kayla’s

After a few minutes of driving, we eventually arrived at Abby’s school. I drove into the parking lot and parked the car. We stepped out of the car, and Kayla helped Stiles out of his seat with both hands. Within seconds of entering the campus, a couple of kids came up to me and smiled. They probably recognized me.

“Oh, my God! You’re Mr. O’Brien! Abby’s dad!" the strawberry blonde girl exclaimed.

“Yes, I am.” I smiled.

“Daddy, this is Wendy, my bestfriend.” Abby introduced her.

“Well, hello, Wendy.”

“My mom and dad always watch you on TV. They’re fan of Teen Wolf,” Wendy said. “Abby has told me a lot about you, too.”

It feels nice to know that there are still people who keeps supporting Teen Wolf, and the fact that Abby talks about me.

We then went to her class where we see her teacher.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. O’Brien. And hello to you too, little one.” The teacher greeted, looking at me and Kayla and Stiles. “Hi, Abby.”

“Good morning, Ms. Anna,” Abby smiled.

“My husband wanted to drive and take a trip on Abby’s school. He never got the chance to see the school, so here we are.” Kayla blurted.

“That is no problem, Mrs. O’Brien. You can visit anytime as you wish.”

When the bell rang, the students dashed to their respective rooms. It’s the first reminder that kids need to be in class right now and wait for their teachers before the second bell. But before Abby could enter, I grabbed her hand to talk to her for a moment.

“Abby, listen to Daddy, okay?” I said, kneeling in front of her to match our heights, the girl simply nod. “I know I’m not always home like I usually do. I know it’s been a while since we’ve played tea parties in your room with Mr. Bear. I know it has been months since I took you out to play in the park. And I know I’ve already missed a lot. But Abby, I just want you to know that no matter where Daddy is, I will always love you.” I smiled, running my fingers through her hair.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been busy a lot to the point that I’m starting to ignore you. I shouldn’t have made you feel like that. You’re more important than my work, Abby. I’m sorry that every time you close your eyes and that every time you open them, I’m not there. I’m sorry that you keep missing me when I’m supposed to be around. Don’t ever think that I don’t love you, because I do, so much. You’re the best daughter that I’ve ever had, Abby. You will forever be my princess. Do you think you can forgive Daddy and let him make it up to you?”

Abby only smiled as she reached for my right cheek with her thumb, wiping away a tear that I hadn’t even noticed had fallen on my eye.

“Don’t cry, Daddy. You didn’t do anything. It’s okay,” Abby said. “But Mr. Bear has been lonely in his seat without you serving his favorite cup of tea, though.” Abby added that made me laugh a little.

“Is that so? Then, I better attend today’s tea party.”

“Really, Daddy?” the little girl asked, enthusiasm etched on her face.

“Definitely,” I smiled. “But do you think Mr. Bear would forgive me if I only make him 3 tea’s and a dozen of chocolate chip cookies?”

“That’s too many!” Abby laughed. “But yes, I think he would. If he wouldn’t, I’d just force him to. Don’t worry, Daddy.”

We laughed for a moment. God, I miss this. I wish to be like this forever.

“Do great in your class, okay? I’ll pick you up with Mommy and Stiles once you’re done so we could hangout at the beach for a moment, get some pizza, and then, we’ll go home to play tea parties. That good to you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll show you the stars I get from teacher Anna once you pick me up.”

“That’s my girl,” I said before I gave her a hug. “I love you, Abby. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t. I love you too, Daddy.”

We finally let go once we heard the second ring from the bell so that they could start the class now.

“Abby, are you done with your activity yet?” her teacher asked her softly.

“Yes, I already-” she paused. “Oh, actually, no. I still haven’t finish the paper for Daddy. I wrote some things there that I shouldn’t have wrote, I still need to change it.”

“It’s okay, you still have ‘til tomorrow to pass your activity. For now, let’s get to class, we have an amazing lesson today that you would love.” The teacher said before bidding her goodbye to me.

I stepped back and saw Kayla walking towards me with a whimpering Stiles.

“Hey, where have you guys been?”

Before Kayla could even reply, Stiles already cut her off by reaching his arms to me. “Dada!”

“I had to walk him away ‘cause he started whimpering for you, but I didn’t want to bother your conversation with Abby.” Kayla said, giving me Stiles.

“Aw, you missed your dada?” I asked Stiles and he just respond by snuggling himself to me. I smiled and kissed the top of his head.

We walked back to the car as I drive us back home since there’s still 4 hours left before Abby’s class ends. Once we got home, Stiles fell asleep, so Kayla put him on the crib in the living room.

With Stiles asleep and us nothing else to do, Kayla and I decided to watch Netflix and watch a random episode of FRIENDS while eating popcorn and fries we made. We sat on the sleeper sofa with a blanket wrapped around us, her head on my shoulder.

“I love this,” Kayla said, wrapping her arms around me, hugging me from the side. I smiled and put my arms around her too, kissing the top of her head.

“Well, I’m planning to let this last long ‘cause I love this too, especially if I get to be beside you.”

“Oh, please do, good sir.”

I put up my lips together, asking her to kiss me. She leaned up and gave me a peck, making me frown at her to the short kiss that had her giggling. She then grabbed my face, kissing me deeply now.

“You’re my lobster.” I said when I heard Phoebe on screen saying, “She’s your lobster.”

Kayla and I had always been a fan of FRIENDS, and ever since we’d gotten close on the Teen Wolf set, I’d bring her to my trailer just to re-watch the show. Meeting a woman who shares your mood and is a fan of FRIENDS or other 90s films is like hitting the jackpot. We’re such big fans that her ring has the words “My Forever Lobster” engraved on it.

“You’re my lobster, too, baby.” Kayla smiled and I kissed her again. Man, I sure would never get tired of kissing this lips.

Kayla then moved her legs to straddle me, deepening the kiss.

“If we won’t stop this right now, there’d definitely be a Stella O’Brien in no time,” I chuckled.

“Wasn’t that the point?”

“Wait... You wanna...? I-”

“Relax, I’m kidding!” Kayla laughed. “Stiles isn’t even 1 yet, give the baby his shine.” Kayla said, moving back to her original place on the sofa.

“So, you’re practically saying that if Stiles is already 1 or 2, we can have baby number 3? Our Stella (if it’d be a girl)?”

“That wasn’t what I meant,” Kayla said, standing up, probably to get more fries. “Chill your dick, O’Brien.”

Well, gee, how can I chill it now when she’s literally walking to the kitchen, swaying her hips purposely, and wearing nothing but her beloved Yankees jersey and her lace underwear? Despite the fact that I despise the Yankees to the core of my being, I could never deny how attractive her figure is. Because, man, she’s a hunk of hotness

Hours have passed, it’s already time to pick up Abby from school. Before we got in the car, Kayla and I took use of our free time to cook and prepare some food, as well as to gather our belongings in preparation for our picnic on the beach. Given that Abby enjoys the beach and the cool sea breeze in the afternoons, why not give the girl she wants?

I waited for Kayla and Stiles in the car since Kayla was still dressing him up. The backseat door then opened to put Stiles on his car seat. I rolled my eyes when I saw the change of clothes she did to Stiles. She changed it into a Yankees onesie.

“I hate what he’s wearing,” I said the moment Kayla got in the passenger seat.

“We’ve agreed to this, Dyldo. You get to dress him in his stupid Mets clothes that you bought for him in the mornings, while I get to dress him with my precious Yankees in the afternoon and evening.”

“Hey, do not ever call Mets stupid! That is so disrespectful.”

“Oh, yeah, like saying the Yankees sucks, isn’t?”

“Uh, yes? Because that’s a fact.” I teased.

“Oh, I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who said, “The Yankees are more better than the Mets” last night?”

“YES, BECAUSE YOU WERE SEDUCING ME! And besides, there’s some benefits.” I said, making her roll her eyes. “Look, are we gonna drive to pick Abby up or continue this nonsense but worthy fight?”

“’d stick with the second option, but I don’t want to keep my child waiting. You’re lucky.”

Third Person’s POV.

The moment they picked up their first child, Abby, they headed straight to the beach. A smile couldn’t be kept off the face of the young brunette girl, who was clearly overjoyed and her excitement could be seen in her eyes. Today, she even received five stars in class, which made her mother and father really pleased with her. She couldn’t be more happier.

They had already arrived at the beach after only a few minutes’ drive. Due to the fact that it is already sunset, there aren’t many people around. They made it to a specific location where they could put their belongings down, with Dylan laying their picnic blanket on the sand. A few people recognized them, but did not approach them or ask for a picture, presumably out of respect for the actor and his family’s privacy.

Abby then went into the water just to soak her feet and have fun.

“Abby, don’t get too far!” Dylan yelled from their picnic spot, Abby just nod in response.

Dylan and Kayla merely stayed at their spot, Kayla’s head resting on Dylan’s shoulder as she holds Stiles in her arms, who is sucking his pacifier and staring at his sister on the beach.

“Remember the first time I brought you here, at the exact same spot, when I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah. How could I forget that? I was a hopeless romantic bitch who practically teared up the moment I saw candles and foods and stuff near the shore. And let’s not forget the Can I Be Your Boyfriend? written on the sand.” They laughed when they recalled the moment. “I actually loved the way you asked though, instead of the usual Will You Be My Girlfriend?.”

“Would you dump me if I asked you in that way instead?”

“No. How could I? I’ve been crushing over you since you wore that lacrosse jersey for a Teen Wolf episode. God, never have I ever thought someone like you would actually love me.” Kayla said.

Since Dylan asked her to be his girlfriend, this beach has become their favorite. The couple used to come to this spot whenever they had free time off set: Dylan as an actor and her as a make-up and hair stylist. Dylan also proposed to her in this spot, but much more romantic than before. They even chose to have their wedding ceremony on this particular beach, knowing full well how deeply ingrained it is in their psyches as a place of many happy memories.

“Why? You’re a very amazing, gorgeous, little smart girl. I mean, I could just go on and on, but I think the word “perfect” would already explain it. And I’m so very lucky to have you.” Dylan said. “For God’s freaking sake, babe, you’re my first love.”

“Oh, yeah? What about that Katie girl you were crushing on? You even made vlogs about her on your YouTube account.”

“Babe, that was just a stupid crush. I don’t even know why I was into her. I was obviously blind. And God, she is not my first love. Never was.” Dylan said, making Kayla roll her eyes with a smile. “I mean it, Kaylz. You’re my first love and my last love. I would probably go insane if I’m gonna lose you, which I don’t want to happen, God never.”

Kayla just snickered at him. “You’re not gonna lose me, Dylie. I love you way too much, even if you’re a fan of your stupid Mets.”

“Well, I love you too so much, even if you’re a fan of your stupid Yankees.”

They merely laughed in response. Abby then came back to sit with them, playing with his baby brother.

“Mommy, Daddy, was I like Stiles when I was little?” the little girl asked.

“Oh, yes, you were. The only difference is you cry a lot when you were a baby.” Kayla respond.

“That’s not true!” Abby chuckled.

“That is true, baby girl. I even have a video of it on my phone,” Dylan teased.

Dylan reached for his phone and browsed his videos, which were replete with Abby and Stiles. He scrolled way back until he reached the year 2018, the year when Abby was finally here, surviving her existence by sobbing uncontrollably.

“See?” Dylan said, letting his daughter look at her video crying as Kayla was rocking her in her arms.

“That’s not me! I don’t cry like that!” Abby argued.

“Yes, you do.” Kayla teased.

They continued arguing in a teasy way while Stiles just giggled at them. Just the four of them, having their own fun as a family.

In the end, it was only the two of them, lighted up against the dazzling sky, two specks of stardust from the same star that had miraculously found each other and had their two bundles of joy.

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The Empress (pt.V)

Emperor Vacation! Pog! Remember to drink water today lovely’s!

also if you squint hard enough you might see me simping for C!Philza.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

The flight back to your village was long, it wasn't that you were in bad company, just after sitting so long you were extremely stiff. You could only shift positions so much before your butt, and legs were numb. So when Phil had mentioned seeing land, you were more than glad it was over.

Phil was right about having a extra cloak on too, the wind was horrible, not to mention the altitude you flew at was already freezing. Phil and Techno were smart on leaving when we did though as well. By the time we reached the village it was easily past noon. You were kind of giddy on showing Phil around your village. On the way up you and him discussed a bit about it, and your heritage. He was very open and interested when you explained how everything came to where it was today. Along with going home, you were also more excited to see and hug your parents. You could only imagine what your father would say about you working for a ruler.

When Phil and techno landed it was near the village, but also in a bit of a walking distance. Phil had made wind that he didn't want to land too close, and risk scaring anyone. After Phil had helped you out of the plane, all of you were stretching out. Especially Philza, he had made comments on how the plane's only down side was the confined space for his wings. When he let his wings span out you were awe struck. There were massive, easily wide enough to lift himself off the ground. The wings, although made for use, were oh so elegant. When Phil stretched you could see his figure better now. his wings spanning out wide behind him into the air, almost like a bird preparing flight. He wasn't in his normal Robes, instead he exchanged them for a simple black shirt that clung to his form. The arms were cut off, allowing you so see his fit arms. this didn't surprise you, the sword Phil always carried looked like it had a bit of weight to it. For being a father, Phil was very fit. Once his stretching was finished he took a light cloak from the plane and precisely wrapped it around his shoulders, minding his wings.

Well you two worked the numbness away techno had approached. He also was stretching. But simultaneously shedding a few of his layers. He casually tossed the cloaks and capes into your seat of Phil's plane. You did shed a few layers like Phil, but not as many as Tech.

"Are you sure you don't want something to block the sun? Sun burns suck" you said to techno. He unbuttoned the top two buttons to his shirt, before pulling his main braid out, changing the style for his ponytail.

"If I wear to many I might get heat stroke" He said simply, watching you. Without his mask he wasn't as menacing, but you definitely weren't used to seeing his face. you gazed at him with a perplexed look.

"Heat stroke?" You knew what it was, but you were a little confused. He chuckled lightly as Phil looked up to you two.

"My body runs hotter, princess" he crossed his arms, relaxing into his stance. You flushed at his words again. Glancing away to avoid his eye contact. ’fuckin’ hell there he goes again’ His tone was casual, but he was obviously still in his teasing mood.

"Since Tech is part Piglin his body is always warmer than you or I, that's why sometimes he just walks around in the snow without freezin'" You looked up to Phil and nodded. It made sense, you will admit, sometimes you forget that techno isn't fully human. When you think of Piglins you usually think of a gold obsessed beast. But Techno carried himself with elegance and pride. Yes he adorned himself in gold, but that was part of who he was. He had a right to be proud of it.

You started towards your village with the two. As if a unsaid agreement occurred they made you walk between them, walking like your own personal body guards. Techno strolled on your right well Phil kept close on your left. When you saw the children playing outside you smiled brightly. You missed this. The sound of children's laughter carried around like ringing bells. Sweet and ever so innocent.

As you walked into town. Some of the older kids ran up to hug you, jumping into your arms without hesitation. You without a thought picked them up and spun them about in your arms. These were your friends. Your community was small so everyone was close. Phil and techno respected this and just quietly stepped aside to give you the moment. Soon some of the other towns people had stepped out to see what all the commotion was about. Your mother included.

When she saw you her eyes lit up with love. She couldn't help but grab her skirt and run to you. Hugging you tightly to her chest, almost knocking you off your feet. Her tears of joy could be felt on your shoulder as you held her tight. Your nose buried into her neck, you missed this. You missed her. You missed the village. Everything just made you beyond happy at this moment. everywhere you looked there were smiles, wide and contagious. Soon you herd a quiet voice. Your father. When you looked up it was your turn to tear. he was hobbling over to you, his arms wide. You smiled widely hugging him tightly, but carefully. You didn't want to hurt him.

"I did it.. I did it- I did it!" You were so ecstatic. Your father put his hand on the back of your head gently well he hugged you. You were his little girl, and he was beaming with pride for you.

"I'm so proud of you.." He was tearing. He was proud of you. So very proud of you. He was even happier to see you back home safely too. He pulled back, taking a moment to take you in, you looked a tad different from your trip. not in a bad way, just a little different. Your fathers eyes moved from you, to Techno and Phil. "I assume these two are with you?" Your father asked. He was mostly summing Tp techno, you assumed because he was basically a year older than you. Phil sent your father a kind smile and nodded.

"Oh! Mhm! Sorry, I forgot to introduce them. This is Philza, and his Imperial Highness Technoblade." Your fathers eyes widened. When he realize was in the presence of royalty, he tried to go to his knee to bow. Techno quickly grabbed his arms in turn. Sopping him from doing so.

"Please.. (y/n) told us of your pain. I couldn't ask formalities from you, sir" your father was speechless. He could only look at Techno with awe. Techno helped him stand properly. Only letting him go when he safely had himself steadied. Your mother chimed in.

"Would you like something to eat or drink perhaps?" She asked looking between your father, Phil and Techno.

After hearing the young emperor was in your house, the village was buzzing around trying to tidy up a little. Nestled inside your house however Techno and Phil were eating. You had ate, but also were packing a few more possessions that you held dear to you.

You knew that after today you would start your full time job as a blacksmith. In the beginning you were nervous. Everything you herd about there kingdom was terrifying. But after seeing who is in control you actually have felt very at ease with them. Wilbur was ever so kind, Phil treated you like an additional child of his, and Techno was something all in himself. You did find yourself thinking back to how he has taken up the nickname 'princess' for you. It made you blush obviously, but it was just how he said it that made you want to hear it again, and again. He could be so brooding and quite. But also find a way to joke and tease. Not only that, but just from what had happened outside your home. He didn't want your father hurting himself on his own account. It was the little things like that, that somehow just made your heart maybe skip a little faster.

Well you pondered Techno and his family, you didn't realize that he was leaning on your door way until he spoke up.

"Having troubles packing?" He asked. You couldn't help but jump. Turning to face him. His eyes were relaxed, along with his stance. He was just hanging about basically.

"Sorta" you said. Glancing him over. He slowly walked into your room and looked about curiously. Mentally you were thankful you cleaned before you left. Your room was small, your bed shoved against the wall, navy blankets resting on top of the mattress. Next to the bed there was a nightstand with the candle still half melted from the last use. Your dresser was across your bed, old and worn, it had been your grandmothers previously. Next to that was a little desk you and your dad had built. Your room wasn't much, but you could tell somehow techno didn't mind. "Its hard in a way..." He looked up at you. His eyes dancing between yours.

"How so?" He questioned as you sat on your bed. He took the que and leaned on your dresser. Respecting your space. He knew he wasn't familiar to you like Wilbur or phil. He did want to get to know you more, but he also didn't want to force you to befriend him.

"Well... I mean I've grown up here. All my life and memories are here... I know I can make more at the palace with you and your family." You smiled softly. "Wilbur already wants to teach me how to ice skate..." Techno smiled a little.

"I bet you'll fall" he mused. You laughed a bit. smiling down to the boards under your feet.

"I probably will.” you were smiling gently, It’s the little actions like this that made you happy to see the family for what they were. Rather then what the rumors had painted them as. “I dunno, I know I want to work for you. I know my parents will appreciate the money and-" at this Techno’s brow furrowed slightly before he cut you off.

"(Y/n) are you sure your doing this for yourself. Or for your parents?" The question took you aback briefly. Earning a slight head tilt. Techno pressed his lips, thinking of how to continue. "Are you working for me to make your parents happy. Or are you working because you will be happy?" You could only look at him with a blank look. He had a point there. "If your working to make your parents happy, you will be miserable the whole time your with us" He was watching your expression. Trying to read it for how you felt. You were kind of stumped. Techno had stepped closer. His boots were in front of yours. When you looked up he was right there. "I don't want to see you miserable well working" his gaze was gentle. He wasn't talking as a ruler, but rather as a friend. you understood too. If your hearts not in it, your work will never be as good. You paused a bit.

"I do want to work for you. Its.. what my heart is telling-" again he cut you off, leaving your mouth agape with the words of your sentence lingering.

"Your heart is a organ, it cant tell you what it wants" ok you wanted to hit him. He knew what you meant.

"I mean... my consciousness is telling me to go with you and Phil. I really like your guy's company. Your brother Wilbur Is a lot of fun too." You shrugged and looked down a bit. Techno moved again and slowly sat beside you, almost hesitant like he wasn't sure if he could. When he sat the bed dipped quite a bit. Not that he could help it. He was a built man. "Maybe its just telling me to go because your family is the closest thing I've had to genuine friends..." Techno's face contorted into a little confusion. Getting a 'heh?' Out of him.

"Don't tell me you've never had friends, princess" he said looking down at you.

You smiled a little. "I've had friends... but usually there years younger than me. Like four or five. Maybe seven. I mean friends closer to my age like you and Wilbur" techno hummed a bit. His cheeks a very faint pink.

"So you think of me as a friend now" his brow raised in question. his gaze was curious. not swaying to disgust, nor pure joy.

“I mean, if I can count you as one...” You said looking up to him. If someone would have walked in at this moment, they would have thought they disturbed a moment between the two teens. Techno was tall, but that didn't stop his head from lingering down by yours. Your Voice was softer almost unsure now. Techno didn't speak at first, his eyes only lingering your face. soon he hummed in response, standing slowly.

“Mmn... I mean. I guess you could.” his cheeks were tinted the faintest pink as he moved his fist to his mouth, clearing his throat. “yeah, yeah... I suppose were friends”

When you were fully packed you walked out from your room, Techno in tow. Your fathers eyes saw your form and lingered on the two of you. Your father wasn't born yesterday, something inside him knew that there was unspoken chemistry between Techno and you. He didn't mind that though. Well, ok maybe he did. You were his daughter after all.

“do you have everything you need?” your father asked, his tone softer when addressing you.

You nodded, slinging the bag over your shoulder. “I believe so, If not ill just have to come back” You smiled gently. Your father returned the smile. Phil looked up to Techno who was standing behind you, his arm’s crossed as he leaned on your door frame.

“We should probably leave soon if we want to make it to the Mansion by night fall, Techno” Techno offered a nod to his father. when looking at Phil he couldn't help notice how your fathered watched him. Techno did understand though, it was probably unnerving to know he would be sending his young daughter several miles away with a teenage boy. Of course Phil was present, but that was minor. Techno simply just returned a look to your father, not trying to be hostile, nor too passive. After all techno did have a name to keep up.

Your small group slowly moved outside to the street. you didn't notice, but your father had pulled Techno aside well you went with your mother and Phil. You hugged your mother tightly. wanting to savor the feeling of her hug. knowing it would be quite a while before you got another one.

“Promise me you’ll be safe (y/n)...” she said softly. you nodded slowly, nuzzling into her neck. you could feel the tears threatening to spill. You knew the goodbye wasn't forever, but that still didn't lessen the slight sadness. This was a new chapter in your life. you couldn't live your life on a single page. it was time to move on and see what else awaited in your story. when the two of you pulled away, your mother saw your tears and wiped your eyes gently. “Chin up, you’ll make a lovely smith, honey” you smiled softly, taking deep breaths to calm your tears. Soon Techno had returned back to Phil’s side after his talk with your father. You turned towards the two of them together and smiled at them. Techno offered you a nod well Phil smiled back at you.

“I'm going to miss you runnin’ around that forge” Your father said, he also had a few tears welled up in his eyes. “You better bust your butt down there and show em’ what your made of” You nodded at him, taking his words of courage to heart.

You hugged him tightly. Him returning the tight hug. “Ill miss you...” you muttered to him. keeping your face hidden in his neck. Your dad was your grounder, he was along your side the whole way. Starting the new chapter without him was hard, but you knew it was necessary. “I love you...”

“I love you too... Be safe for us...” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

By the time you reached France's countryside it was night already. Well in flight you had rested yourself on the side of your seat. Watching the ground fly past with incredible speed. Phil kept a keen eye on you to make sure you didn't fall. The last thing he wanted to do was have to turn around and explain to your parents that you fell to your death.

Techno and Phil made wind of wanting to find somewhere to set up camp for the night. Knowing they both shouldn't fly well tired. When they saw the mansion up ahead however, they lost there ideal for a camp. Instead they landed nearby and prepared themselves to enter. Rambling off about where to enter. You were quite unsure about this, after all this was someone’s home. As they went on about a plan you looked the mansion over. It was rather massive to be honest. The mansion, although big, was ever so detailed and beautiful. The owners took amazing care of the structure. Well your eyes scanned the side, you saw movement from one of the windows. this made you realized that there were things inside. they planned to raid a mansion that someone lived in. Your eyes wondered for more movement and that's when you saw it. A Pillager. You felt rage take hold of your chest.

"What are we doing here." Your voice was harsh, this caught Phil off guard. He wasn't used to hearing you take up such a tone. Phil and Techno swapped quick glances. Pondering if they should tell you about there plan. Ultimately Techno figured you should be included. Seeing that if this raid wad successful, your first task would be presented.

"Do you know what Pillagers are?" Techno inquired. He knew you did, but he meant his question beyond face value. He was quizzing to see if you where aware of their history.

"Yeah, heartless creatures that kill for fun" You hissed, not wanting to be near the mansion anymore. Techno watched your eyes. He could see the hate swirling within. To him this was intriguing to see you angry. Usually you were more quiet and docile.

"Pillagers are a branch of Illagers..” Techno started slowly “The Illagers were a old type of Cult that was formed for the sole purpose of Black Magic" His tone was slow and calculated, he wasn't talking down to you, rather just simply explaining. "They are known for dealing with Alchemy, and Witchcraft" his eyes glinted with something that you couldn't quite put your finger on. "They even have been Rumored to deal with Necromancy" You were a little confused now.

"What's Necromancy?" You inquired, your hate was leaving and slowly replacing with curiosity. Simultaneously, you didn't understand where this was leading.

"The ability to raise the dead." You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words. You sent glances between the two of them. that's ridiculous, no one can raise the dead, it was impossible. Once you were dead, you were dead. You started getting uncomfortable with the way the conversation was leading. "It is rumored they have a Item that can bring those who have died back" Techno’s eyes never left yours.

"That's.. That's impossible..." You said quietly, watching Techno intently. His eyes glinted again, you weren't familiar with his side of him so it raised alarm within you. This wasn't the Techno that sat with you in your room. Nor the one that asked your father not to bow. This side of him was different, almost more daring, and challenging.

"Oh, but is it?" He paused briefly, His voice rose up now. Taking a tone of greatness. Turning to face the mansion. Soon expanding on his thought. "You see (y/n), sometimes rumors are so far fetched... That they just have to be real." You glanced to Phil who only watched Techno like you. "The item they have, rather a totem actually... Can indeed bring the dead back. But it has to be on the person upon there death. You cannot bring someone who is long gone, back" he said simply.

"How do you?..." you struggled to find your voice. “How do you know it’s true?” you asked no longer liking his tone. He turned back to face you, his emerald earring catching the moon light.

"Because I have tested it" He said, looking into your eyes. Once he saw your eyes and the emotion that swirled within them he paused. He swallowed thickly, pondering his thoughts briefly. "I want you to stay back with the planes..." His tone had softened, it was the same one he used to address his father nights ago. "You'll be safe with them..." He glanced away, no longer able to keep your gaze.

"We'll be back soon, I promise" Phil said, sending you a reassuring smile. the two of them turned and headed towards the entrance. there swords drawn, ready to counter what was inside.

You had been waiting for a while now. The sound of the forest was peaceful. You had missed the frogs croaking, well the crickets chirped a endless harmony. In the artic this wasn't a luxury, the land was so snow covered that not many bugs resided, if any. The only sound you could hear was a low whistle, or hum, which was only the wind really. The temperature had dropped well you sat waiting, causing you to rub your arms for warmth. You looked down into the cockpit looking for one of the cloaks left behind. You felt one of them and pulled it onto your shoulders, securing the clasps. The feeling of the fabric quickly warmed your arms. You laid your head back, pondering the look that Techno had in his explanation. The look he had was hard to explain, it’s almost like he wasn't himself. Like he had something else within him, fueling him, talking to him. You didn't know Techno deeply, but you had seen him for a few weeks now, his attitude then compared to now was different. It was unnerving to say the least.

Well pondering and listening to the casual hum of the woods, something caught your ear. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting. You could plain as day hear crying. But not just any crying, it was a Childs. You slowly climbed down from the cockpit. You know they told you to stay put, but you also couldn't just listen to a child cry. Your hand fell to the sword that hung on your hip. Slowly you started your descend into the woods, determined to find the source.

The woods were thick. Everywhere you looked there was a branch ready to swat at your head. Minding the branches, you were able to spot the small crying toddler. He was curled up tightly, his knees to his chest as he wept. He had dirt on him, his face stained with tears and mud. His red and white shirt was torn to hell. At the sight of him your heart hurt. He saw you and without hesitation he reached up, wanting you to pick him up.

"H-hey.. Shh.. sh.. your alright.. your safe.." Your tone was gentle as you carefully picked him up. Subconsciously your body started swaying without a spare thought. The boy did slowly quiet down. You glanced around and tucked the boy within the cloak next to you, wanting to keep him warm. You needed to find Techno and Phil, like. Right now. "I'm gonna h-help you ok bud?.." you could feel him nod his head against you. Gripping to your clothes tightly.

You tried to hurry back to the mansion, but luckily that wasn't hard to find due to the fact it was on fire. Wait why was it on fire. You now broke into a run, fearing that Phil and Techno were caught within it. But no, of course not. They were simply in front of the burning mass, watching the once beautiful mansion turn to ash.

"What the hell happened here?..." You drifted off as your eyes scanned the flames with wide shock. Phil turned to you and smiled.

"Oh there you are (y/n)- whatcha' got there?" He tilted his head seeing the bump underneath the cloak. Techno turned as well, blushing faintly when he saw you.

You stared up at the giant fire well approaching them. "I uh.. found him.." you pried your eyes from the train wreck in front of you, still not able to wrap your mind around this.

"What did you find?..." Techno asked trying to see beneath your cloak, that was actually his. But he didn't want to bring that up yet, finding you within it quite adorable.

You moved the cloak to show the toddler, Phil's wings puffed out a bit when he saw the child in your arms. Both of their eyes widening. "I wanted to bring him back to you... He was alone when I found him and I've never taken care of a toddler so..." You slowly handed the child to Phil. He didn't fuss much with being handed off. Instead he just buried his head in Phil's neck. As if on instinct he checked the child to make sure he was ok, no cuts, or bruising "I couldn't leave him out there..." you said chewing your lip. Phil only kept his eyes on the child. Pondering.

"No of course not.." Phil said slowly, looking down to the child. Rubbing his back. "Hey buddy.. do you have a name?.." Techno and you watched curiously. The toddler nodded. Sitting up to wipe his big round blue eyes.

"I'm Thomas.." His voice was rough, showing he had been crying a while.

"Its nice to meet you Thomas.. I'm Philza, and this is Technoblade, over here is (y/n). How old are you?" Phil asked slowly. Just like he would with his own boys. Tommy held up two tiny fingers, showing how old he was. "Your two? Wow your a big man, ya?" Tommy slowly nodded. "Do you know where your mom or dad is?" The boy shook his head and broke into a large sob. "Sshh.. don't worry.. we'll find them ok?" The small boy nodded through his cries, gripping to Phil.

After finding Tommy we checked every nearby village we could think of, but no one claimed the poor child. The longer he was with us, Phil started to grow very attached to the boy. Techno wasn't very surprised with this of course, and neither were you quite honestly. You knew he had adopted Techno on a whim from what Wilbur explained. That's why Phil popped into your brain when you found Tommy.

We ultimately decided to head home with Tommy. None of the villages we searched seemed to recognize tommy, so Phil figured it was the universe telling him that he has another child. Phil kept him on his lap most of the trip. Occasionally handing him to you or letting him ride with Techno, to whom your surprise, seemed to have a soft spot for children. Tommy found a lot of joy out of being in the plane with you three. You would bounce him on your lap when he was under your watch, letting him stretch out in joy. His little giggles rang out loud, bringing smiles to Phil's face. You did pull him into your arms securely when you reached the artic air however, mostly just to keep him warm.

When you arrived to the palace Wilbur was confused on your early arrival. He had expected you three to be gone for at least two, to three days. But when he saw the toddler he mostly summed up the early arrival. Phil didn't linger long on the hellos of being home. Instead he took tommy straight to the physician to make sure he wasn't sick at all. His parent sense buzzing in full drive.

Well waiting for Phil and tommy to show up again, Techno, Wil and you had found yourself comfortably in the library. You were extremely tired. But like Techno you were waiting to see Phil and Tommy first, before you made a run for your bed. The fire was lazily burning in front of you offering a warm wave of comfort. Your head started to roll from your sleepless state. Even Technoblade started to droop his head. Luckily Phil walked in with a happy tommy on his hip.

"The Physician says he’s all good health wise. nothing we should be concerned about thankfully" Phil said. Claiming his seat beside Techno. Tommy made his way into techno’s lap, interested with the earrings he had. Instead of telling him no, or swatting his hand away, Techno just took one of his earrings out. showing tommy the jewelry. The two of them were honestly were too adorable.

“Is he our new brother?” Wilbur asked, watching the curious two year old.

Tommy held all of your attentions, his actions were all done in innocence and curiosity. He was a cute kid, he had little Ringlet’s of blonde hair that matched Philza’s. “You think we can handle another mouth to feed?” Phil asked looking to Wilbur. Wil nodded in response. The idea of a younger brother exciting him. Phil looked back to Techno and Tommy.

Tommy was happily babbling off about things he thought were cool on Techno. Techno only sat with kind eyes and a soft smile, replying to tommy.

“I suppose I do have a new son now” Phil said, a kind smile dancing on his lips.

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Real Artwork [Spencer Reid]

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pairing - spencer reid x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “first date fluff w spencer”. ok so i got this idea from @randomlimelightxxx (tsym btw). this museum is fictional bc there are no museums close to quantico or in quantico so lol bear with me pls. and this is pretty short, but sweet so enjoy!

summary - spencer takes you to the museum for your first date, but the painting aren’t the thing he’s really admiring

warnings / includes - nothing really, just a little cussing and kissing lol

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*gif isn’t mine*

You twiddled with your fingers, looking out the cab window. You couldn’t sit still for the life of you. You were beyond nervous. You were going on a date for the first time in a few months. Not only that, but you were going on a date with Doctor Spencer Reid. The Doctor Spencer Reid. The doctor that you had always stared at during the holiday parties you had been invited to that Penelope set up. The doctor that you were too shy to say hi to, even though you were all talk.

You were surprised, to say the least, when Penelope said he had agreed to go on a date with you. Well, more like he basically timidly asked Penelope if you were single and when she said yes, he was jumping for joy and already planning your guys’s date. But you humbled yourself with the word ‘agree’.

You couldn’t understand why he would want to go on a date with you. It’s not that you thought low of yourself - you thought quite the opposite, actually. It’s just that you two had never had an actual conversation before. The most you’ve said to each other were ‘hi’ and ‘thank you’ when he held the door open for you once.

Nonetheless, you were very excited and ecstatic - again, to say the least - to go on this date.

“Alright, this is your stop,” the driver interrupted your thoughts.

You snapped your head to her, giving her a smile. “Thank you. Have a night night.” You said, opening the car door.

“You, too, honey,” she smiled. You gave her one last goodbye smile before shutting the car door.

You walked onto the sidewalk, standing still and staring at the museum in front of you. For your first date, Spencer had chosen it since he asked you out first. Technically Penelope had asked you, but you didn’t mind very much. You knew that he was a shy, reserved person. He had chosen the Quantico Art Museum as the location. Honestly, you were thankful he had chosen this place. You had never been there, but you always wanted to go. And now you were able to with Spencer. Plus, any date location/idea you would’ve had probably wouldn’t have been fun or interesting, anyways.

You made your way up the steps of the entrance, adjusting your purse and the straps your tank top. For you date, you had opted out for jeans and a shirt rather than a dress since you would be walking and standing the majority of the time. You had a silk, black tank top that was tucked into your jeans loosely. You wore two-inched shoes that you knew wouldn’t give you a hard time with all the standing, but still made you look dressed up. Your coat was light-weight and more like a cardigan, but it was insulated and had better pockets than a cardigan. You hoped Spencer would like your date attire.

You pulled out your phone, seeing if you had gotten any texts from Spencer to let you know that he was here. Luckily for you, he was. He had texted you that he was in the lobby with your tickets a few minutes ago. He had given you a description of his date attire, just in case you had trouble finding him. You knew that you wouldn’t have trouble with that, though. He would be the most handsome, best dressed man in the room.

As you went to approach the door, your hands starting to get clammy. You wiped them on your coat several times before opening the door. You stepped into the museum, smiling at the few people that were exiting. Your eyes darted around the lobby as you went through the second set of doors. As you stepped inside, your eyes landing on Spencer immediately.

And man, was he gorgeous.

His hair was fluffy and curly around his face. He had a little bit of scruff on his face, but it shadowed his jawline well. He was wearing a plan white button-up with black slacks and a grey tie. He had his signature watch on his right wrist, and big, excited smile on face to tie his whole appearance together. You were right, he definitely was the most handsome man in the room.

Spencer’s gaze fell on you just a few moments after you found him. And let me tell you, he was stunned. No words could describe your beauty and how you made him feel. Before he saw you, he was on edge and doubts were running through his mind. But once he saw you, he relaxed immediately. His heart was still racing a mile a minute, for sure, but he felt relieved that you came and so very lucky, too.

You smiled at you noticed his stare, biting your cheek from smiling too hard. You began to walk up to him, the muffled sound of your heels on the floor echoing with each step. As you got closer, your heart hammered in your chest. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

You stopped in front of him, deciding to break the silence.

“Hi.” You spoke. A shy, but also excited smile lighting up your features.

His smile got impossibly bigger at the sight of yours. “Hey.”

You two stared at each other for a few moments, admiring each other’s appearances. Spencer was the one to break the silence with a compliment.

“You look beautiful… stunning.. um, amazing.”

The heat rose to your neck and your gaze on him faltered. You began to find the floor a lot more interesting. “Thank you. You look handsome. Like um, really handsome.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Are you uh, ready?”

You looked back up and nodded in reply.

“Great. Uh, let’s check in. Have you ever been here before?” He asked, getting out the tickets from his pocket.

“No, but I’ve always wanted to go,” you answered.

“This place is so cool. It's one of my favourite museums, besides the science museum,” he chuckled.

You smiled at his little laugh. “Well, I’m glad I got to go here with you.”

The tips of his ears turned pink and he looked down shyly. You two walked up to the front desk. Spencer handed the man your tickets. The man scanned them, handing the tickets and two red-coloured paper bracelets.

“Put these on so our staff know you’ve been checked in. Do you two need a map of the museum?” The man asked.

Spencer looked to you for the answer. You glanced at him, then back at the man.

“No, thank you. He’s been here a bunch of times, he can be the tour guide,” you answered, nudging Spencer slightly.

The man and Spencer smiled at your reply.

“Alright, sounds good. You two enjoy your visit,” the man said.

You and Spencer said your ‘thank you’s’, walking away from the desk. You two stopped next to a pillar, putting on your bracelets.

“Thank you for buying my ticket, by the way,” you said.

“No problem. I uh, I heard that if a guy asks the girl on the first date, then he should pay,” he explained sheepishly.

You grinned, “Ah. Well, very true.”

He smiled back at you for a few moments, admiring your features once more. You two began walking again, going to the first exhibit that housed contemporary paintings. You admired a painting of what looked like to be a crowd of people dancing when Spencer spoke.

“This artist died when he was only 37.”

Your brows raised and you looked to him. “What happened?”

“Car accident,” he explained. “Wow,” you frowned. “How unfortunate.” “Yeah. He painted this when he was only 16.”

“Talented guy,” you remarked, looking back at the painting.

Spencer nodded in agreement, looking back at the painting, but sneaking glances at you every other second.

You two moved on to different sections, making conversation to get to know each other. Spencer listened to you as you talked about your childhood. As he listened, he tried to keep his staring to a normal amount, but he couldn’t. Something about you was so addicting to look at. He didn’t know if it was the way you talked with your hands, the way your lips would spread into a smile when describing a happy memory, the way your eyes would light up, too. You were just so enticing.

You noticed his stares and tried to fight off the butterflies that were swarming in your stomach. No guy had ever paid this much attention to you before. Especially not a guy like Spencer. There were times where his stare was just burning into your side, and it caused you to stutter on your words a little.

“S-So, um,” you spoke, trying to gather your train of thought.

Spencer just kept staring, honestly completely oblivious to how he was making you feel.

“So um, that’s me,” you finished off with a chuckle. Spencer smiled, “Very interesting stuff.”

“No,” you shook your head, lowering your head. “No, I’m serious. I mean, i’ve never heard of someone breaking that many bones in such a short span of time,” he teased.

You let out a hearty laugh, nodding your head and looking back up. “Yeah, well, I was a routy kid.”

Spencer smiled at your response, turning his head back to the paintings. You let out a little breath of relief. It’s not that you didn't like him staring at you. No, you loved it, actually. It was just so unexpected and you at times you wondered if there was something on your face. You pushed your doubts away, knowing that if that was true, surely Spencer would have said something.

You decided to make a little move of your own, though. You two went up to the second floor, stepping in the elevator. You two were the only ones in there and after Spencer pressed the number two button, you moved your hand so it touched his.

Spencer froze once he felt your hand on his. You noticed his reaction, but didn’t pull away. Instead, you slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers together. You scooted closer to him so your shoulders were touching. You were looking down at the floor as Spencer was looked at you, surprise written all over his face. It hadn’t expected to be touched tonight. Especially not by you. He didn’t mind it, though, not at all.

He felt himself relax into into your touch, leaning against your arm slightly. A big smile spread across his face as you lifted your head, looking at him. You noticed his smile and mirrored it. You two didn’t say anything, the looks in your eyes already speaking the words for yourselves.

The elevator door opened and you two stepped out hand-in-hand. Content smiles rested on both of your faces as you went to the next exhibit. The rest of the night you two kept close like this. You were either holding hands or touching arms. You even rested your head on his shoulder once while admiring a painting of two lovers kissing and surrounded by nature.

It was at this moment where Spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Not like he could before, but he literally couldn’t. His eyes were glued to you. You looked so cute with your cheek against his shoulder, your eyes bright and wide as you looked over the painting. Your body was warm and made him feel safe and secure in the big museum, something he rarely felt in his daily life. Not to mention, you looked great next to him. You two fit perfectly together.

“Such a pretty piece of artwork,” you mumbled.

Spencer nodded, still looking down at you. “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

You looked up at, surprised to see him staring at you. Your eyes widened once you realised that he wasn’t talking about the painting, but that he was talking about you. You hoped, at least. You decided to ask him to confirm your beliefs.

“W-What?” You squeaked.

Spencer smiled at you, looking deep into your eyes. “I said… You’re beautiful.”

Your knees buckled and you began to fall, but Spencer was quick too catch you. His hands went around your waist and your heart started racing impossibly faster. You also caught yourself on his shoulders, your hands gripping his shirt as he pulled you back on your feet. Your gaze fell on his lips and you licked your own, imagining how it would be to kiss him. Your eyes trailed back up to his eyes, your whole body now getting warm in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I can be pretty clumsy,” you chuckled.

“It’s alright. Me, too,” he gave you a soft smile.

You nodded, your eyes finding their way back to his lips. Spencer noticed and started to lean in. He had been wanting to kiss you all night and he found that now would be the prefect chance.

You noticed him leaning in and you did the same, meeting him halfway. You pressed your lips to him gently. You kissed him, quietly moaning at the feeling. Spencer’s hands gripped your waist and your hands made their way to the back of his neck, entangling your fingers in his curl, soft hair. Kissing him felt so damn good.

You were the first to pull away, opening your eyes and looking at his. A smile crept on your face as the realisation of what you had just done entered your mind.

“You’re a lot more forward than I thought,” you remarked.

“Sometimes people can surprise you,” he grinned. You chuckled in agreement with his comment. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”

“Y-You noticed that?” Spencer asked, suddenly growing shy.

“Well, it wasn’t very subtle,” you giggled.

Spencer smiled softly at your laugh. “Yeah, I have been staring at you the whole night.”

“Any reason?” You hummed, running your hands through his locks.

“Because…” his voice trailed off. He had a reason he just didn’t want it to seem corny. “Well, because you’re the real artwork here.”

You giggled at his answer, feeling your heart flutter

“What? Was that cheesy?” He asked.

“A little?” You nodded. “But cute, nonetheless. Thank you.”

“Well, it’s true,” he shrugged.

You smiled brightly and leaned up to place a sweet kiss to his lips. “Well, wanna keep on admiring me while I admire the paintings, and possibly you?”

Spencer laughed, nodding his head. “I’d love to.”

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pennylanewrites · 3 years

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Saiki x Aiura relationship headcanons!

I really love their dynamics and I think they truly are soulmates like Aiura saw, whether that is platonic or romantic (in my head it’s romantic okay?)

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→ antisocial boyfriend and way too friendly for her own good girlfriend ugh I love this dynamic

→ aiura paints his nails yellow and hers pink to match each other’s hair

→ kusuo pretends to hate it but he keeps them, careful not to chip them

→ would get annoyed if anyone pointed it out tho

→ their first kiss was actually initiated by kusuo, since aiura respected his boundaries and waited

→ they were on the rooftop talking and toritsuka had just left for the bathroom. kusuo just stared at her until she noticed and pecked her lips softly

→ she couldn’t talk to him without stuttering for a while lmao

→ kusuo doesn’t like pda and aiura doesn’t really care about it, everyone knows they’re together anyway

→ they have dates at home, with lots of dessert and movies and Saiki’s wearing his germanium ring

→ that makes it easier for aiura to sneak a kiss on his cheek, enjoying the little pink dusting his face more than anything

→ they’re both very stubborn

→ if they fight they probably won’t ever admit they were in the wrong

→ a few days of anger will pass until they’re back to normal

→ mrs. Saiki is ECSTATIC, she always asks Aiura to do tarot readings for her and her husband

→ kusuo invited her to his grandparents’ for Christmas without his mum even suggesting it

→ for his family that practically means they’ll get married

→ aiura would buy those matching butterfly rings that are a trend on tiktok

→ and kusuo would pretend to hate it but ended up wearing it on his ring finger

→ got mad when aiura didn’t wear hers on her ring finger

→ subtly changed it when they were holding hands and she wouldn’t stop teasing him about it

→ aiura said ‘I love you’ first after five months of them being together and Kusuo was so surprised that he didn’t even finish his jelly

→ he said it back with a whisper in her ear, talking with his mouth for the first time in forever

→ I think aiura has the coziest bed with hella pillows and fuzzy blankets, so they have sleepovers every other saturday

→ and then they wake up and stay cuddling for hours before they decide to get up and have some coffee

→ talking about cuddles, kusuo is really touch-starved I think, so he gets so happy when aiura snuggles into his chest after a long day

→ he likes being the little spoon more tho, he just enjoys being in her arms

→ she has a few pictures of them on her wall and he has a polaroid of her in his wallet( ◠‿◠ )

→ in terms of jealousy, she gets jealous more easily, but she knows she can trust him

→ Kusuo on the other hand, if this boy gets jealous it’s over

→ once saw a guy from school stare at her boobs and made him transfer schools

→ the only time he’d have to resort to pda would be if they were out in public and everyone’s thoughts were about how beautiful she was

→ aiura pretends not to notice, but squeezes his hand softly and gives him a reassuring smile

→ I feel like they’d have pretty steamy make-out sessions every once in a while since they’re both very intense characters idk

→ aiura would even convince him to go on a double date with kaidou and aren bc kusuo is just THAT smitten that he’d accept anything she said

→ overall really healthy together, always doing fun things and enjoying each other’s presence

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drabble of how they got together!

“Why does Toritsuka think we’re dating?” Kusuo barely raised his eyes from the cheesecake in front of him, but he knew he fucked up somehow. Yes, he did let Toritsuka think he was dating Aiura, but in his defense, he was acting like a pervert again. Kusuo was definitely not jealous.

‘No idea.’ He shrugged.

“It wouldn’t be because you got jealous, would it?” She grinned and sat across from him on the table.

‘You’re funny.’ He let out a scoff.

“If you wanted to be my boyfriend, you could just ask.” She continued teasing him. Kusuo looked up at her with the faintest grin on his face.

‘Want to be my girlfriend then?’

“Huh?!”

‘Lost your chance.’

“Wait, wait!” Aiura chased behind him, slamming on his back when he stopped abruptly. “Are you serious?”

‘What would you say?’

“Yes, obviously! And it’s not funny to play with–”

‘I’m serious then.’

“Well, won’t you walk your girlfriend home?” She exclaimed, tapping her foot on the concrete ground impatiently. Kusuo turned around, a genuine smile and a pink hue on his cheeks decorating his face.

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muuuum, Penny is projecting into their top kin and their anime crush again:(

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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Moving day

Based on @lucywrites02's writing challenge, with the prompts "1. You're family" and "8. I have a surprise for you". I wish you a very happy birthday, Lucy!

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (Tony Stark's daughter, not Morgan)

Word count: 3.2 K

Warnings: fluff and pregnancy :) This was very adorable to write.

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It had surprised Thor greatly how quickly and intensely his brother had fallen for you. He was as committed and truthful as he has never been in his long, long life. He looked at you softly, in comparison with everyone else. As soon as you walked in a room, he followed you with his gaze and invited you to his conversation. It wasn’t a surprise that after a few months of this very silent flirting (that very few noticed, because it mainly consisted in batting eyelashes and repressing subtle smiles when the other was around) you’d come out of the shell and admit you started dating. Thor was ecstatic.

Tony, on the other hand, was not amused. Not amused at all; in fact, he hated the idea of you going around with that God. He said, explicitly “if you ever get in trouble because of him, you solve it yourself. Nothing of coming for daddy to help, clear?”. Pepper had told him to cut some slack, and observe at how happy you were together, but he, stubborn to the bone, had to take a few months more before accepting the fact that his little girl was in love with the God of Mischief.

But the months passed by; almost a year, and you grew closer and closer. You hated to sneak into his room every night, and get interrupted all the time by every single soul in the compound, or mocked to death every time you cuddled on the sofa, watched a movie or read a book together. So, it all boiled down to the same conversation:

“I don’t think he’s ready”, you said while pouring some milk on your cereal. Nat rolled her eyes.

“He’s even readier than you”, insisted Wanda. They were exhausted from having the same conversation over and over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to actually do something about it. “He’s lived much longer, if any of you two were to be unready, that’d be you”.

“Do you think I’m not ready?”, you doubted yourself.

“God, Wanda. You’re planting unnecessary seeds here. The girl’s already anxious enough”.

“I just think… I want him to be with me for the rest of my life. I don’t know if he feels the same”.

“He totally does”.

“Yeah. No doubt about that. Just look at how he looks at you. What are you even waiting for?”.

“I don’t know, a signal?”.

“Of what? You’re impossible. Unless God themself comes down the sky and tells you textually just move in with him, you wouldn’t consider it a ‘signal’”, bitched Nat. But she was right. Commitment was not exactly your thing, even though you were as in love as you could be.

You heard an oncoming scream approaching the room. In silence, you three observed cautiously, and moved away from the middle. The screaming increased its loudness, until a body shattered the roof and fell to the floor violently. Loki laid still among the dusted debris until a second screaming started sounding from the sky.

“Oh, fuck”, he said, managing to get up quickly and making himself as a shield for you three. Thor landed on his feet over the same spot Loki had fallen. Dust flew everywhere and the floor cracked a bit more. “Don’t”, he alerted, pointing at his brother menacingly.

“I’m tired of your whinings, brother. Do something or I’ll do it myself”, spat Thor, grabbing Mjölnir and leaving the room. Loki sighed and sat on the couch, cleaning the remains with his magic. Wanda sighed and put it all back together.

“And what was that about?”, asked Nat, eating a candybar, still on the same spot as earlier. It wasn’t an unusual scene.

“I…”, said Loki, but desisted. You sat on the couch by his side and he laid, using your lap as a pillow. You took out a tissue and started carefully cleaning the blood off his cuts. He smiled softly. “We just had a fight”.

“I can see that. What did you fight about?”.

“He wants me to… well, talk to you”, he struggled to say.

“Well, we’re talking now”.

“Yes. No, wait, no. Like, talk talk”, he clarified, and Nat and Wanda nodded, leaving the room. You could still hear their chattery from the door.

Loki sat up and grabbed both of your hands, making direct eye contact. He was nervous, which only made you even more unsettled. He was never nervous. He was always calm, even in life or death situations. He was unfazed in everything and with almost everyone. Almost.

“What do you want to talk talk about?”, you joked, and he chuckled, releasing some tension.

“I want you to move in with me”.

“Oh. Wait. What?”.

“Like, move out. But with me”.

“To your room?”.

“Out of the Compound”.

“To an apartment?”.

“Yes”.

“Here?”.

“In Midgard, yes”.

“But like, in New York?”.

“Wherever you want, actually”.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, and Loki grew nervous again. You couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at you quizzically, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that… a God just fell down the sky and told me to move in with you”, you clarified, which didn’t actually clarify anything.

“You… what?”.

“Yes, I’d love to move in with you, love”.

And in no time you were already packing things up and going together on apartment huntings.

Tony insisted on helping you out himself, which was hilarious, given the repulsion he had for the idea in the first place. So, you’d go to an apartment by yourself, check it out and talk to the owner for a bit; Loki would arrive later, tensing things up (the owners would usually recognize him, but after a little chat they’d find out he’s a fine man), and then, just after you’d be all calm and good, the owners would see in the papers you’re a Stark, and tense up even more. Easier to say, it wasn’t a normal neighborhood chat.

You had finally decided on a small but very cozy apartment near Central Park; far enough from the Stark Tower, but you could get there pretty quickly for every mission.

You found the place advertised on the papers, and when you showed it to Loki, in sickness and all, you insisted on going to visit it that same day.

“My love, my dearest… you need to rest. I’m afraid you might faint again”, he cooed, trying to get you back to bed.

“A little fever won’t do anything to me, really, I’m f…”, you said, but you felt like vomiting, so you stopped your words and sat on the floor. Loki sat by your side and rubbed your back.

“If you feel better tomorrow, we go, yes? Now, come on, I’m gonna call Banner and you wait on your bed”.

“No, but they might take it, we need to go to make sure…”.

“What about I go, call you on one of those animated images, and you can see it from here?”, he proposed, helping you up. He meant a video call.

“That… sounds about right”.

But you had no actual time to have that video call, for when he was in the apartment, Banner was delivering some more important news.

You’ve been to the examination’s room of the compound before. But this time it seemed brighter. The lights shone so strongly, you had to close your eyes a little.

“What would you like to do about it?”, asked Banner. You were sobbing and trembling.

“I… I don’t know, I’m sure Loki will leave me”.

“What? No, don’t base your decision on that guy’s opinion”.

“Well, I don’t want the kid to not have a father, you know?”, you said as he gave you a tissue. “I want to have it, I’ve always wanted a kid. I think I’m… ready? I’m probably not. Not by myself, and I can’t do this alone. He’ll leave me, won’t he? Why would he want to have a kid with a mortal? We’d die as fast as he blinks”.

“Look, I’m no one to talk about it, but this sounds more like your anxiety and less like something he would do. He really loves you, he has for like at least a year, and I don’t see that going away anytime soon”.

“I know. You might be right”.

“You’re allowed to doubt everything. This is a huge thing, y/n. Think this through, talk to people, talk to your friends, or your parents. Don’t let this eat you”.

“Thanks, Bruce. You’re really… you’re being really nice, I appreciate it”, you sobbed. He handed you another tissue as he rubbed your shoulder.

“This is your call, okay? You have time to think. Text me later how you’re feeling, and have bed rest now. And if you feel too bad, take this”, he handed you some pills, “it should be innocuous for the baby”.

One of those days, that same week, you had decided to make it the official moving day. So, you put every box in the van and drove through the city, to your new home. You haven’t told Loki yet what you knew, and you were terrified he’d get even more upset because you didn’t tell him before the moving. But, to be fair, you didn’t think he’d actually leave.

You had told no one about it, despite Banner’s indications. But it wasn’t eating you. You were enjoying it silently. You were glad; you had your doubts, fears… Hell, you were terrified. But you knew, if Loki wasn’t going to be a part of that, you could do it yourself. You hoped he’d wanted to, though.

Loki and you had started taking the boxes inside, all by hand (to be honest, he was a little scared of the neighbours watching him do things with magic and kicking you two out). You laughed through it, and played races to see who’d finish their boxes first. He was wearing one of those midgardians shirts and pants that melted you completely. He wore that for your anniversary dinner the week before that day, and he noticed how much you loved it on him, so he started wearing fancy casual clothes more often than not.

After about two hours, you were done and completely exhausted. You laid in the middle of the wooden floor, surrounded by boxes and a strong smell of floorwax and fresh paint, and looked at each other fondly.

“Welcome home”, you said, and he showed you the biggest smile he’s ever done.

“I think this place is perfect. It’s away, but not exactly far from your family for whenever you’d want to be with them”.

“Yes, it’s perfect”, you said, getting up and helping him up. “You know, I have a surprise for you”.

“Really? What is it?”.

“Tonight at dinner, shall we? In the meantime, what about we get something to drink before unpacking?”.

“Can’t wait for tonight, then. Would you like some tea?”, he said, surrounding your waist with his arms. You played gently with his hair.

“Yes”.

“I love you”, he said, giving you a small peck over your smile.

“And I love…”, you started saying, but the entrance got filled with noisy people, interrupting you. Four of your friends were already filling the place, giving you an idea of how a small party would fit in there. “... you”.

“Oh my God! This place is so well illuminated!”, said Wanda, marveled.

“And what’s that smell? Have you been cooking something weird?”, said Nat, less enthusiastic, but equally curious. Sam and Bucky were still on the door, and Sam seemed to have brought food. Like a cake, or something similar. Wanda and Natasha were quick to invade the place without further notice.

“Oh, you got one of those hidden drawers! What are you hiding in there?”.

“Probably sex toys”, guessed Nat.

“I’d say drugs. But, like, alien drugs. You know, from his town”, apported Bucky, now making his way in and leaving the cake over the counter.

“I thought drawers were supposed to be for clothes”, said Sam, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, but hidden drawers? Sexy clothes”.

“Actually, I’m saving my daggers in there”, finally said Loki, kissing your cheek before pulling away from you, and appearing a cup of tea in each guest with a movement of his wrist.

“Boring”.

“So, guys, what do you think?”, you said as you started opening one of the boxes.

“I think it’s small”, said Tony, as he walked in. Pepper rolled her eyes behind him.

“Don’t listen to him, you guys chose perfectly. This place will look very nice once you paint it and decorate it”.

“It’s already painted”.

“Oh. Well, it… it looks nice”.

“Thanks mom”, you chuckled. “It’s small but we don’t need it to be big”.

“You better be actually saving daggers in here”, Tony peeped inside the hidden drawer. “Now that is not so hidden. I wouldn’t like to open it up someday and find a…”.

“Dad, please”, you rolled your eyes and went to Loki’s side. “Don’t worry, you won’t find anything weird. Just the daggers and knives of my very innocent boyfriend”.

“Well, you’ll have to think further about having knives so close to the floor, you know”, he muttered. Loki furrowed his eyebrows.

“Why?”.

Tony ignored him and walked to you earnestly, with the most serious face expression you’ve ever seen, and everyone observed quietly. He grabbed you by the shoulders, and inhaled a deep breath. All of the sudden, his eyes got watery, and you realized Banner had told him about the pregnancy. Your heart beat so fast you thought you’d faint again, right there. The corners of his lips formed a tiny smile, and he hugged you tightly. Loki was certainly confused now. As far as he knew, Tony didn’t like him, and why would he be so happy about you moving out? It’s not like you were his only child, either.

“I’m so proud of you”, he whispered, and then Loki had the feeling he wasn’t talking about the new apartment, but didn’t ask any further.

That night you managed to cook something special, even though you still hadn’t gotten the gas installed. You cooked together, and laughed at every minor inconvenience the house could give you. The doors of the countertop cabinets were the perfect height for Loki’s 6’4” ass to stump his head every time he tried to open it.

After some time of silent cooking, absorbed on each’s thoughts, Loki asked about your dad’s pride.

“Oh, he’s… well, he just, gets very emotional with these things”. He chuckled at your very obvious lie.

“No, he doesn’t. Certainly not with me”.

“Come on, he likes you now. He likes anyone I love, because you make me happy, and because he has no other choice”.

“Well… I thought he’d be less amused”, he admitted. “Hasn’t he? Other choice, I mean”.

“I don’t think so. He’d have to deal. Family is family”.

“Oh, do I know about that”, he said, cutting a carrot more strongly than before. You laughed.

“I meant it in a good way”.

“Well, your family is one thing, mine is another… I can’t push yours to like me, as much as I would like to. They’re very nice, and I wish I had a family like that, but I don’t”.

“Love, family is built”, you said, this time a little more serious. He repressed a smile, still looking at the vegetables. “You’re part of this, too, you know?”.

“Of this?”.

“You’re family”.

He didn’t repress the smile this time.

“You’re right. You’re my family, too, my love”.

“You…”, you took a deep breath. It was the perfect moment. “Do you ever imagine us in the future?”.

“Why yes, of course”.

“Really?”.

“I want to spend all your life with you. I didn’t want to rush into things because… I don’t know, scaring you out of anything, but I…”, he said, and the alarm on your phone went off, to take the rice from the fridge. You two laughed at how mundane this conversation seemed. “But I love you, and I want you by my side”.

“Okay. Well I do too. That’s good, right? That’s good”.

“Yes, of course it’s good, why so doubtful?”, he laughed, grabbing a tomato and stabbing it.

“Because I’m pregnant”.

“Yeah”, he chuckled, without actually realizing what you just said. And then, he fell. “Hold on, what did you just say?”.

“I’m… I’m having a baby. Yours, of course”, you clarified. You felt like you had to, but it wasn’t actually necessary. Silence filled the kitchen.

“Oh dear” he paused. He left the knife over the counter and looked at you, looking for any trace of a joke. You weren’t joking, and you grew nervous as he let time pass by without saying a word. “How could you not tell me this before moving in?”, he muttered, still in a bit of a shock.

“Oh. Well… I…”.

“I wouldn’t have let you carry those heavy boxes, love, I’m so sorry”, he said, and cupped your cheeks. “Are you really…?”. You sighed in relief. For a moment you thought of the worse.

“Yes, I am”.

His arms embraced you completely, hugging you as tight as he allowed himself to. He muttered how much he loved you, and how happy you had just made him, for the rest of his life.

Later that night, as you laid in bed, he cuddled you from behind with his hands on your tummy and his lips on your bare shoulder. You could feel his soft breathing grazing your skin, and his warmth keeping you safe.

“Loki”, you whispered, checking if he was still awake. You couldn’t sleep.

“Yes, love?”, he whispered back.

“Are you sure you want to be a daddy? With me?”.

He turned you around, and lowered his head to your abdomen. He sank his face and kissed all around your stomach and hips, leaving a trace of kisses up to your neck, and then your lips.

“How could I not?”, he whispered in a low voice. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck, teased “besides, the word daddy comes out so well from your lips”.

You laughed softly, and after some more silence that was fairly filled with loving stares, a thought crossed his head and you saw the light of his eyes turn to dark.

“What is it, love?”, you put a strand of his hair behind an ear.

“I… I’m just realizing something bad”, he said, and you nodded. “I’m a Frost Giant”.

“Why is it bad?”.

“My actual form is bigger than this. And… colder. And if the baby were Jötun too...”.

“You think the baby might hurt me?”.

“They might. I don’t know. Oh no, what if they hurts you?”, he began to panic, and you shushed him, kissing his temples.

“Don’t worry, Lokes. If that’s the case, we’ll figure it out”, you reassured him. “And maybe it’s not. And we’ll have a little and very healthy half-Jötun running around this small apartment. When have we not solved our issues? We’re good at that bit”.

“You’re right. You’re right, my dear”. He sighed, and then chuckled. “Should we have gotten a bigger place?”.

“We’ll be a very close family”, you laughed.

“We already are”, he whispered, cuddling back to you. “We are a very close family”.

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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Fast and Slow - Harry Styles smut

The one where your dom lent you to Harry and he’s very eager to have you.

Warnings: smut, oral sex (m), p in v, overstimulation, sex bench, sex fluids, cursing, bdsm, restraints, sharing kink?, Harry is a soft dom and calls you “little one” a lot.

A/N: Day 12 of kinktober and the prompts were being lent to another dom and “say my name + louder”. I’m actually really proud of this one because I managed to incorporate another prompt that I never thought I’d be able to use on my fics, so I guess this idea of doing kinktober to explore some kinks is really working for me. As always (for kinktober fics), unrevised because I literally just finished it and I’m already dead inside.

Harry’s P.O.V.

I did my best to close the door behind me making as little noise as possible. Still, I noticed by the way her muscles tensed up that she’d heard me approach, and the anticipation was visibly affecting her.

Clicking my tongue, I allowed myself this first moment to explore her naked body with my eyes as she remained knelt by the foot of the bed, her head lowered to avoid meeting my gaze. She’d followed my orders perfectly, as I’d come to expect by what her dom explained of her, and I could feel my cock already hardening on my pants, the only piece of clothing I still wore.

There was nothing I appreciated more than a good, obedient little girl. I already knew she’d be perfect for me. But I’d known that long before, the first time I laid my eyes on her, even. It was an immediate attraction, one that I couldn’t act on simply because she already belonged to someone else.

So when her dom announced that they were up to experiment with sharing, I was quick to jump on the opportunity to have her, at least for one night. “You really are beautiful, aren’t you?” I asked, running a single finger under her chin so I could raise her eyes to meet mine, and I lost my breath at that simple connection.

She just had this thing about her, such sensuality seemed to lie just beneath the surface of her gaze. I felt it deep in my bones every time we were out for drinks and I had the hardest time trying to keep my hands to myself, trying to remember that she was with my friend.

And as much as the outings proved difficult to me, I couldn’t find it in myself to care. Not when my friendship with her dom meant that I got to see her at least once a week. Not when it allowed me the chance of being here with her, in this situation.

Well, first things first, I knew we had communicated pretty extensively prior to this session, but I felt like I should run over the most basic rule once more. Even though all I wanted to do was to jam my cock in her pretty little throat.

“What’s your safe word?” I asked, still holding her jaw so she’d look me in the eyes and see just how seriously I actually took this. I thought I saw the shadow of a smile pass over her face, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and she was back to the picture perfect submissive front.

“Red for stopping, yellow for slowing down and three taps when I need to stop and can’t speak.” I did smile at her answer, satisfied at how thorough she’d been. It was clear too, by the way she ran over her words and the glint in her eye, that she was just as eager as I was to get this started.

I wouldn’t keep her waiting much longer. We did have only one night, after all. “Good job, little one.” I acknowledged as I straightened up, keeping my crotch on her eye level before nodding to her. “Take me off my trousers.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she worked on my belt before going for the zipper, but it was clear by the way she bit on her lower lip that it was from excitement. I licked my lips at the prospect of the night that we had ahead of us, knowing she was right in getting anxious for it. I had a lot planned for us.

I watched with clear amusement as her breath bitched at the sight of my cock, almost hard already, and it was obvious that she was entranced by it. “Go ahead,” I signaled, once again nodding towards her. “Lick it. Give it a taste.”

She looked up at me with those bright, wide eyes and I had to bite on my inner cheek to contain a groan of desire that threatened to make its way into our one-person conversation. But then, she stuck out her tongue, running it over the length of my member and I was a goner, a loud moan escaping my lips.

I’d always been a vocal person in bed.

“Okay, stop. Hands behind your back. Open your mouth for me.” Her mouth fell open to obey my request easily, her tongue sticking out once more like she couldn’t get enough of my taste already. It was hard to keep the smile off my face, and I could see that she appreciated the sight of my dimples as she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

Once, she’d been wine drunk in one of our friendly outings, and she admitted she thought they were extremely cute. I’d started to smile even more around her after that, always keeping an attentive eye to watch her fascination with my dimples whenever they appeared.

“‘M gonna fuck your face now, okay, love?” She nodded, mouth still open, eyes connected to mine. I had to chuckle at the pure image of compliant enthusiasm that she portrayed. I, too, couldn’t wait to have her mouth wrapped around my cock.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

His hand curled around my nape and he pulled me to meet his member by it, the other one coming to cradle my cheek as he slowly penetrated my open mouth. The hiss he let out as he fed me inch by inch of his beautiful cock was like music to my ears.

God, he was beautiful. I couldn’t believe he actually wanted to dom me and now here I was, with his cock halfway down my throat. I felt so unbelievably lucky, and even more incredibly horny. How could it be that he didn’t have a sub anymore? I would drop to my knees instantly, any time he asked me to.

I knew I should feel bad about thinking like that when it was only a loan - I was with another dom, I wouldn’t be with Harry again after tonight. But I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t how I felt.

Specially when he threw his head back after I managed to swallow his entire length, his curls bouncing from the action and the sweetest little moans escaping from his beautiful pink lips. God, he was beautiful.

“Fuck, you’re precious,” he complimented, suddenly looking down at me with those incredible green eyes. A shiver ran down my spine at the connection, and the most predatory smirk painted his lips, making me whine around the cock on my lips. “Ready?” He asked, running his thumb over my cheekbones, his hands making my already hot face feel even warmer. When I managed to slightly nod, he did too, immediately pulling almost completely out of my mouth before thrusting back in.

The instinctive reaction to gag was undeniable, but despite the tears that immediately appeared on my eyes, I forced myself to breathe deeply through my nose and focus on the symphony that Harry was creating, with his moans and gasps and the wet sounds of gurgling and spit from his thrusts.

“You’re a little cockslut, aren’t you, sweetheart? So eager to please, I could see it in your eyes just how much you wanted my cock, huh?” I moaned around his member at the dirty words he so effortlessly threw around. I’d never thought Harry would be this vocal during sex, but god if it didn’t make me horny. In fact, I was so fucking wet that it was dripping down onto the floor of his bedroom, running down my thighs and ankles.

It was so damn filthy, and I loved every second of it. He pulled me by my hair so I could lick his balls while I gathered my breath, and I immediately put one in my mouth, rolling it before doing the same with the other. By the way he whined, I could see he loved it.

“Come back here, I wanna cum down your throat.” The prospect was one that I very much ached for, since my pussy was throbbing at the perspective. I didn’t even feel any hurt from the way he forcefully thrusted into my mouth before he started to roughly facefuck me, I was just too ecstatic about bringing him this much pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, love. I’m cumming.” I loved that he kept the same nickname that he usually called me in social situations. It had always made me feel tingly, but when he was filling my mouth with his warm liquid, it was a different experience entirely.

Harry’s P.O.V.

It took a lot of strength and control not to fall down on my knees after cumming on her lips. She made me weak, it was ridiculous and dangerous but I was already addicted to the feeling.

I took some minutes to catch my breath before offering my hand to help her up, and when she accepted it, I couldn’t help but to trail my eyes down her body, appreciating each inch of skin available for my gaze to explore. But there was another way in which I wanted to survey her body.

“Come here, little one.” I took her to the edge of the room where I’d prepared the sex bench, observing her reactions to see how she would take it. She didn’t look like she recognized it, but she also didn’t seem repelled by it, which I took as a win.

“I take it you haven’t used this before.” She nodded, glancing at me before averting her eyes. “You can look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.” The look of surprise she gave me left me with an unpleasant feeling. I knew it was common in bdsm, especially with more stricter doms, to train their subs so that they’re always visibly submissive. But the idea of someone missing the chance of having her beautiful eyes on them left me in despair. It left me feeling like she wasn’t properly appreciated, and that didn’t sit well with me at all.

“Are you comfortable with exploring this with me?” When she immediately nodded, an easy smile appeared on my lips, and I allowed her to see it flourish. “Then hop on it, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you spread open for my viewing pleasure.”

She bit her lip at my admission, and I helped her settle on the bench before strapping the restraints over her ankles and arms. Then, after a quick caress of her cheek, I assumed my position behind her, biting my own lip at the sight that welcomed me.

Her wetness was already dripping over her pussy lips, and I instinctively raised my hand to open her for me, checking her weeping hole before quickly plunging two fingers inside of her, making her gasp.

“You’re drenched, love.” She agreed with me, albeit a little breathlessly, and I chuckled before wrapping my lips around the two fingers that had been inside of her, tasting her wetness. She was so sweet, it tasted heavenly in my mouth.

Humming in appreciation, I collected some more of her juices before sticking my fingers inside of her again, this time in search of her sweet spot. When I heard her gasp again, I knew I’d reached my goal.

“Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” I asked, thrusting my fingers in and out of her, making sure to hit that special spongy place every time my digits were deep within her pussy.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I cried out at the feeling of Harry’s fingers inside of me, after spending so long with this burning arousal inside of me, taking care of him without being touched. He fucked me so furiously, it barely seemed like he retreated his fingers at all, and soon enough, I was cumming with his digits pressing inside that spot that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my legs spasming as I felt the urge to close them, stop him from continuing to stimulate me, but I couldn’t. Not when I was tied to this bench, vulnerable to whatever wish he wanted to express with my body.

I finally understood the reason for the chair.

When he didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in and out of me, another orgasm quickly rolled in, making me spasm against the leather seat, begging him for something - to keep fucking me or to stop, I couldn’t say.

Still, it seemed like he knew just what I wanted to say, or at the very least, what I needed in that moment, because even though he didn’t remove his fingers - or even stopped moving whatsoever - he drastically slowed down the movement, opting to insert them in me at a snail’s pace.

“You like it here, don’t you?” He asked, clearly laughing at my agony, and if I could, I would have laughed too. “You know, I like having you here, like this, too. It’s been so long since I had a sub, I didn’t remember how much I missed it until I saw you knelt down by my bed.”

I was trying very hard to focus on what he was saying, but it was getting harder by the second, since despite the brutality of the last two orgasms he collected from me, the calm pace with which he kept on fucking me with my fingers was very quickly reigniting the fire of desire within me.

“Of course, it could just be you. You know, I had no idea you were into this kind of thing, when we met. If I’d known…” He didn’t continue, but I understood what he wanted to say nonetheless. If we’d known about this aspect of our personalities, perhaps I’d be his sub now.

The idea of being Harry’s, of having this every single day paired with the feeling of his digits still pressing against my sweet spot incited another release from me, and now I could hear just how wet I’d become.

“Feeling a tad overstimulated, love?” He teased, finally pulling his fingers from me and granting me some relief. I heard a sucking sound that brought shivers down my spine at the realisation that he had sucked my wetness from his digits, but before I could focus too much on that, I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole, just slightly rubbing it in.

“Think you can handle just one more orgasm? Wanna feel you clench around my cock, sweetheart. Think you can do this for me?” I don’t think I’d ever nodded as quickly for anything in my entire life, but I felt plenty compensated for my enthusiasm when I felt him pushing inside of me, stretching me open to accept his long cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned when he finally bottomed out, the position I was in due to the sex bench assuring that he was perfectly nested against my sweet spot and I think the sensation was overwhelming for him too, by the way he inadvertently jerked his hips, hitting my g-spot after he was finally completely in.

I didn’t think I could feel better than I felt in that moment, impaled on his cock, but that was before he started thrusting in and out of me. The overstimulation had my nerves on fire, every single one of my cells screaming out for me, as I was too, and then his voice pierced through my senses, begging me to say his name, scream his name, until I did just so, exactly when I felt that warm pit of arousal explode inside of me.

“Louder,” he ordered, his fingers burying themselves on the flesh of my ass, and I couldn’t disobey him. All I knew was his name, all I could do was to scream it from the top of my lungs, desperate to release some of the astounding sensations I felt travel through me.

Harry moaned my name when he came, too. It was the first thing I remember focusing on when I stopped hearing the beat of my own heart on my ears, followed suit by the feeling of his warm cum dripping from my abused pussy lips and running down my legs.

He scooped some of it up, careful not to overwhelm me, before feeding it to me, and I was more than glad to wrap my lips around his fingers and suck them just how I’d done to his cock.

“You know…” He started after he’d released me and helped me put on a robe, and was now massaging some lotion on my wrists. He looked nervous, almost unsure of himself, and the idea made me curious. “Call me crazy all you want, we can pretend I never even asked it after you get out of here.”

He took a deep breath before continuing and I felt my heartbeat pick up as I realised what he could be about to ask. “Would you consider becoming mine? My sub, I mean? We can talk to…”

I interrupted him by throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder as I buried my face on his neck. “I’d love to, Harry.” He didn’t immediately react, but then, I felt him reciprocate my hug before feeling his warm hands rubbing over my back.

“I’d love to too, sweetheart.”

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Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part.

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly.

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought.

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters.

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door.

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events.

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on.

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good.

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

#hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x winged reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #ahHHHh i really hope this ok???#feedback might be nice? idk Dx #I'm still not in the flow of fanfic writing DX its been 5 years #geeeeZ #also I apologize for the amount of ellipses that i use #thats just how I text/talk kinda #isekaied into hawks life

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