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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 1 year

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𓅨 Shifting Wings: Chapter Two

Shifting Wings: Before the Raven Matthew, there was Jessamy, and Jessamy came with a little sister by the name of Adrienne. Dream adores his two little Ravens, but after over a hundred years of imprisonment and the death of Jessamy, Dream will find that he has not just lost his companion, but his beloved little Raven Adrienne no longer brightens the halls of his Palace. None of his staff wish to speak of where the Raven has gone, but the silent new resident of the palace is cause for question. After all, she was the one who aided in his release. If none of his subjects would help him find Adrienne, perhaps she could lead him to the whereabouts of the missing Raven. If only the woman wasn’t so flighty and hard to track down.

Warnings: None.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x FemaleRaven!Reader, NAMED Reader (I like the name).

Word Count: ~2.2k

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“She’s not going to like that,” Jessamy softly spoke from where she was perched next to your sleeping body. Dream, or Lord Morpheus, as the rest of the ‘dreams’ and ‘nightmares’ with this realm called him, had brought you and her back to his elaborate palace and proceeded to explain what had happened. You and Jessamy had died in your sleep, and thus became ravens of his domain. He was an ancient and powerful being who oversaw all dreams and nightmares of humanity.

“She will have to grow used to it, because this is her life now,” Dream said, his eyes drifting to where he had placed you on a bed of blankets the palace servants had brought. Your wing was fully healed but you were still fast asleep, wings tucked firmly against your body.

“Then you don’t know my sister, she more stubborn than a rock. Worse? She’s a teenager.” Dream arched his eyebrow and looked back to the new and yet intimidating raven. Jessamy had taken to her new body quite well. “She’s going to go kicking and screaming before being told what to do.”

“And yet something tells me that you are very good at managing your sister.” Jessamy would have scowled at him if she had the facial features.

“Trying to put her in a cage will do more harm than good, she likes to wander.”

“And wander she shall,” Dream replied. “I do not seek to clip her wings.”

“Then can you ensure her protection in her wandering? Can you tell me that she will be completely safe within your realm?” Jessamy grilled the Endless. “She has a proclivity of getting herself into trouble.” Dream cocked his head to the side, examining the young raven with equal parts curiosity and intrigue.

“I might, should you be willing to do something for me in return.” Dream countered, Jessamy perked up in interest.

You felt entirely demeaned. You were almost sixteen, hardly an infant, and yet you had woken up swaddled! Swaddled as in someone had wrapped a blanket around your body, pinning your wings against your side so you couldn’t flap your wings or flop around. You were wrapped up so tight that every time you tried standing up you just flopped to the side awkwardly, still not used to your new body. So you huffed and puffed until someone had found you wriggling and writhing around, cursing beneath your breath in an effort unswaddle yourself.

The woman that had found you, Agnes, was a resident of the realm you were in and carefully unswaddled your tiny body until you were tottering around on the table, still trying to get your bearings.

“You do not appear to be used to your new body yet, young one,” Anges soothed, maintaining her distance in the event she spooked you. You lurched around on your legs, getting used to the new distribution of weight. So light.

“I’m a bird, I’m a bird, I’m a bird!” You said, each time you spoke your voice rising in pitch. “I’m not supposed to be a bird!!”

“Take a deep breath, young one, you’re not a bird, you’re a raven.” You jerked back in exclamation, your wings flaring.

“A raven is still a bird!!” You shouted at her, entirely stressed over the fact that you were stuck in the body of a bird. “How? Why!?”

“I’ll tell you,” Agnes promised before her face turned serious. “But you need to calm down and take a deep breath.” You didn’t want to, you wanted your answers, now, but Agnes reminded you of the village grannies who were more than happy to talk, as long as you shut up and listened. So you sat your derrière down, stick thin legs folded beneath you, and waited. Anges gave you a pleased look.

“All souls who pass away in their sleep, become a raven of The Dreaming, of Dream of the Endless. I’m sorry to say, young one, but you died in your sleep.” You blinked, taking in this information. What you knew last, was that your entire family was suffering from the plague that had swept through the village. You hadn’t been scared of your own death, but you were terrified of losing your family.

“So I’m stuck like this?” You asked, your voice wobbling at the idea of being a bird. “For how long?”

“Until you are killed, dear, which won’t happen if you stay within this realm.”

“I’m— I’m gonna be a bird forever!?!” You squawked, horror filling your tiny body. “But— But I haven’t even lived, how am I meant to do that when I’m stuck in this body?”

“Being a raven is no curse,” Agnes stated. “Especially a raven of Lord Morpheus.”

“I have no idea who that is,” You replied in confusion, not understanding why this ‘Morpheus’ person sounded so important, or understanding who exactly ‘Dream of the Endless’ was.

“Lord Morpheus, better known as Dream of the Endless, is one of the seven Endless personifications within our universe. They embody powerful natural forces and are by far the most powerful of beings aside from their creators, Mother Night and Father Time.”

“So, he’s kind of important?” You asked, not grasping the full gravity of who Dream of the Endless was. Agnes eyed you, then decided that it was simply something you would have to come to learn on your own.

“He’s the king of this realm and you should address him as Lord Morpheus, yes?”

“Oh, yes I can do that,” You bobbed your head, glad to have some information on this place. A king. You knew that they were powerful and commanded respect. They also could have people executed. “King, never been around one but I know they’re powerful.”

“Oh yes our king is powerful, little one,”

“My name is Adrienne,” You cut in, earning yourself a look in warning.

“And you better guard your tongue, Adrienne, if you wish to continue living with your sister within this realm.” At the mention of Jessamy, you perked up.

“Jess? Where is Jess!?” You exclaimed in excitement. If Jessamy was around you knew you’d be alright. She was the voice of reason. She was the voice that kept you stable.

“Jessamy,” Agnes spoke, eyeing you and waiting for another freakout. “Is currently speaking with Lord Morpheus at the moment. But let us not speak of them right now, child, you are still adapting to your new body, yes? Why don’t I help you find your wings?”

You looked at Anges, eyed her up and down, and sighed.

“Okay, but do you know anything about being a bird!?”

Flying was still hard for you, but you weren’t a spazzing mess any longer. You could flying around, albeit a little clumsily, but you could fly. Jessamy would be proud of you, surely. You had managed to do something yourself without her help or guidance. Granted Agnes had taught you, but you hadn’t gone crying to Jessamy because you couldn’t figure out how to fly. At the moment Agnes was walking through the halls of the palace, telling you all about your new home.

Dreams and Nightmares populated the realm, along with natural residents and the ravens. You were glad to hear that there were others you could befriend for you didn’t need to live a sheltered life any longer. You could befriend anyone you wanted, you could talk to anyone you wanted, you could see anyone you wanted. You’d never had this kind of freedom! If only death hadn’t had to be the reason for such liberty.

“Do you enjoy books, young one?” Agnes asked, noticing that you had grown quiet. You made your way over to a window sill and took a perch, wobbling as you touched down.

“I don’t know,” You admitted shyly. “I— I don’t know how to read and mamon and papa never had the time to teach me.” Agnes looked at you kindly.

“Well now, I know a certain someone who would be more than happy to fix that.” Your head cocked to the side and Agnes made a motion for you to follow her once more. “Come along, Adrienne, I think it is time for you to see our library, and it’s caretaker Lucienne.”

Agnes led you to two grand wooden doors, and the wondrous library beyond. You couldn’t hide your shock at the number of books you saw upon the shelves. One could spent an entire day counting them and still wouldn’t finish!

“How is this possible?” You asked, your mind working overboard to comprehend what you were seeing. “There’s— There’s so many! How do you afford these!?” Agnes chuckled at your reaction.

“The books in this realm appear on our shelves as their authors write them.” Agnes explained to. “We keep a record of them and the dreams of mortals, our shelves will always be expanding and I think you shall find that there is plenty to read.” You swooped down to a table and eyed a heavy leather bound book with gold lettering on the spine.

“But… I don’t know how to read.” You pointed out once again, feeling dejected that you were surrounded by all these wonderful books, but you could not enjoy them.

“Did I not say that I would fix that?” Agnes replied before looking behind you. “Greetings, Lucienne, have you met our newest raven yet?” You scuttled around to see a very refined woman looking at Agnes over her spectacles. Then her gaze dropped to you, and you shrunk back a step. It wasn’t that she scared you (she totally did) it was that she had a very stern face.

“You must be Miss Adrienne.” Lucienne spoke, her voice as regal as she looked. “Welcome to The Dreaming.”

“Oh, hello, yes, I’m Adrienne,” You quietly answered, nervously shifting on your feet once more. Agnes smiled at your willingness you smile and turned back to Lucienne.

“Adrienne here has never seen this many books before and wishes to read some of them,” Anges explained, her voice soft and gentle. “But she was never taught to read, you see. I was hoping that you might have some time to remedy that?”

Lucienne’s eyebrows rose and she looked down at you once more.

“Surrounded by all these books and you cannot read, young one?” Lucienne questioned, you shifted in place, embarrassed by your illiteracy. “We must remedy this for there is no reason why you should remain unable to.” The librarian declared.

You liked Lucienne, but she was a stern and strict teacher. That being said. Reading was very hard, even with sharp eyes. But you weren’t going to give up. Not with this many books just out of reach. Of course she started out simple, but there were so many letters on the page that you were almost overwhelmed. But Lucienne told you to focus on one word, one letter at a time.

“…. a-and she w-w-w,” You cut off with an exaggerated growl, once again getting stuck on another W. Lucienne let you huff and puff over your difficulty, you were still young, and still very short tempered at times. But you hadn’t given up despite your difficulties. If anything, you grew more determined.

“Try again, Adrienne,” Lucienne coached you, sounding out the words once more. You did, this time managing to pronounce the words clearly and without stuttering on the letters. Your chest puffed out and you hopped in place, your wings fluttering in excitement.

“I did it! I did it!” You exclaimed loudly and with the full jubilance of a child that had just discovered something incredible. Your feet tapped across the heavy wooden table, skittering around while you did a happy dance. Lucienne couldn’t help but chuckle as you did so, enjoying the spark of youth that now resided within The Dreaming.

“If you keep this up, you shall be reading books on your own in no time.” Lucienne praised you.

“Well… maybe,” You replied, your head looking down as you stretched out your wings. “But I can’t exactly get the books down from the shelves by myself, I don’t have hands anymore.” Lucienne arched a brow.

“And you expect that you shall never have help?” Lucienne countered, peering at you over her spectacles. “Adrienne, there are many dreams and nightmares that would be happy to help you within this palace, let alone the realm.”

“I don’t know any of them though,” You pointed out. “I can’t just ask a total stranger, they might want to do bad things.”

“You are not within the Waking World anymore, Adrienne,” The librarian reminded you. “No one within this realm, dream nor nightmare, will ever seek to harm you. You are a raven of Lord Morpheus, to hurt you would be a grave insult to the Lord and king of this realm.”

You went quiet for a minute, thinking over her words. Your mother and father had spent your whole life drilling into your head that to speak with strangers was not an activity you were to partake in. Especially when someone could have ulterior motives and wish you harm. But not everyone had ill intentions, you knew that from experience in your old life. There were good people all around you, even if your parents only saw the bad.

“Okay, can you tell me about them then?” You asked, looking back up at Lucienne.

“Of course,”

Date Published: 5/10/23

Last Edit: 5/10/23

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foxilayde · 1 year

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Imagine spending Christmas with Nathan Bateman at The Compound.

You’ve decorated the house with warm twinkle lights (“honey these are TACKY. I can program the existing house lights to any stupid color”), balsam scented candles (“why’d you get these, we’re in the middle of a FOREST, the place already smells like tree sap”), Christmas music, tinsel, an ornamented tree in the living room (“Jesus, babe what’d I say? We’re SURROUNDED by these things. Did you really have to get Dave to helicopter in a Douglas Fir from Williams Sonoma?…. Yes I know what Williams Sonoma is, it’s on the fucking credit card statement, that’s how.”) You make hot chocolate with peppermint candy canes (“do you know how much sugar is in that cup you’re sipping? No thanks.”)

He’s a bit of a Grinch. He rolls his eyes when it’s your turn to pick the movie for your movie night and you choose “Elf”. He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t touch the caramel popcorn you made either. He folds his arms and grits his teeth when you laugh and quote your favorite lines along with the movie.

When it’s his turn to choose a movie he picks The Shining.

“The fucking Shining, Nathan? The Shining??”

“What? You love The Shining!”

“Of course I love The Shining, but it’s not a Christmas movie!”

“It’s Christmas adjacent.”

“How so?!”

“There’s… snow. And family.”

“You’re absolutely right, who could forget the great heartwarming Christmas theme of chasing your child with an axe through the snow? It’s practically Rockwellian.”

“Jesus. Fine. No Kubrick. How about Die H—“

“I knew you were going to say Die Hard. Fine. Die Hard. Great compromise Nate, really. Nothing says cherishing warmth and peace like C4 down an elevator shaft.”

You fold your arms and sit back against the couch stiffly in a very Nathan-like fashion.

“There is a love b-plot with Holly.”

“I said fine, Nate. Que it up.”

You don’t get up to make the candied pecans you’d been planning on. You seethe and use your frustration to push back your tears. What a jerk.

If it’s any consolation, Nathan isn’t engrossed in the film either. He looks cold, folding his arms for warmth in his thin henley. You’d usually wrap his grumbling ass up in a fluffy blanket, kiss his cheek, and offer him some herbal tea or hot cider (to which he’d unequivocally decline and request a beer instead). But you don’t. You both sit a cushion’s distance apart, unswaddled, unsnacked, and unhappy. Nathan glances over to you about every 10 seconds, his demeanor shifting until halfway through the film he pauses John McClane and asks, “I can’t enjoy the movie when you’re acting like this.”

You tamp down the urge to screech at him like a tea kettle, and instead speak to him in a level sarcastic tone he can relate to.

“I apologize, Nathan. I can only imagine how frustrating it must be to want to enjoy something with the person you love, only to have them be rude and cold. Sincerest fucking apologies.”

You don’t look at him, you wrap your arms tighter around yourself and stare at the still frame of Bruce Willis in the air shaft, feigning engrossment.

“I’ve been a dick. I’m sorry, it’s just it’s fucking Q4 and the dev team launched the latest hardware so goddamn late in the fall it’s been a—“

“I get it. I’m sorry you’re stressed. and I’m sorry for foisting all this hokey shit on you.” You gesture around the room to the twinkle lights, tinsel, tree and snowflake paraphernalia. “I should have known you were stressed about work and it wasn’t fair trying to force you to be all Holly Jolly.”

Nathan scoots closer to you and takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers when he says, “work should never be an excuse for me treating you like crap. I’ve been bonafide fucking scrooge, spitting on tiny Tim and shit.”

“Am I tiny Tim in this scenario?”

“Nah. Jacob Marley, without a dou—“

“Shut up, ass!” You shove Nathan’s shoulder and you both laugh. He brings you in for a tight hug and pulls you down to his chest for a cuddle.

“You know what I did for Christmas last year?”

“What?” You finger the texture of his cream colored Henley.

“Promise you won’t tell?”

“I think it’s pretty clearly stated in that NDA that all your intellectual property remains a secret on penalty of death? or something equally dramatic?”

“I was here. Alone. didn’t even realize it was Christmas till I tried zooming Ted about something or other and saw everyone in the office was offline. When I put two and two together I left the lab, drank about a gallon of sake and Sapporo, watched ‘Its a Wonderful Life’, and… cried.”

“You did not.”

“I did.”

“Awww, Nate-y poooo, everytime a bell rings an Angel ge—“

You squeal when Nathan flips you over on the couch, hovering above you, he tickles your neck aggressively with his beard as he playfully peppers the underside of your chin with kisses.

“Penalty of death, remember?”

“Your tender side is safe with me, Ebenezer.”

Nathan looks into your eyes for a few beats. Really stares into them before glancing around the room at all the warm glowing decor.

“The place looks nice.”

You smile up at him, warm happy tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when you smooth your hand down his cheek and into his soft beard.

“Thanks.”

He continues to stare at you. You suspect there’s a secret vulnerable monologue going on in his head when he stares into your eyes. things he’ll probably never say, never admit, never profess. He’s like an iceberg this one. Most would disregard him as “cold” and move on. But you know better. Even if you can’t see it , you know the depth of him beneath it all.

“Merry Christmas” you whisper

“You filthy animal!” you both say at the same time, hugging each other in a fit of mild laughter.

“Oooh Home Alone. Let’s watch that one!”

“Sounds great.”

You grab the fuzzy blanket, prep the candied pecans, and watch the film; cuddled up all cozy with Nathan as snow falls silently outside the glass walls of your glowing little sanctuary.

#Nathan Bateman x reader #Christmas fluff #Oscar Isaac #all I want for Christmas is to snuggle Nathan Bateman ong

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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"Well, we're offically a family now." Normal au

this ended up being slightly to the right of pregnancy cause it's post Maisie being born but the scene just felt too cute not to lol

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prompt: "Well, we're officially a family now."

au: regular

word count: 1104

warnings: hospital mention, breastfeeding stuff, girl dad jake at full force

It was dark outside the hospital now, but Jake wasn’t entirely sure what time it was. And he didn’t even care. The thought made him chuckle as he sat back in the rocking chair. First time in his life he didn’t know the time and didn’t really know what was going to happen next — and he was completely content. He would stay right there in that moment forever if the world allowed it.

In that moment right then with his wife fast asleep and his newborn baby girl sleeping in the bassinet beside her.

Nothing else mattered besides that. Not the Navy, not flying, not his career that once seemed like the most important thing in the world. It wasn’t. There were more important things.

Jake wiped at his face. He felt tired, the kind that made tears build at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t want to miss anything. Didn’t want to miss the way that red cheeked baby looked in that hospital issue bassinet. Swaddled tight in that white blanket dotted with suns and pink little beanie on her head.

Maisie Carole Grace — already so loved.

The privacy curtain was drawn back gently. Nurse Taylor smiled as she looked around for who was awake, and her smile widened when she spotted Jake sitting in the rocker.

“Hey, Mr. Seresin. I’m gonna have to wake mama and baby up to try breastfeeding one more time.”

Jake nodded as he got to his feet. “I’ll get Ronnie.”

He crossed the room to the hospital bed while Taylor went around to get Maisie out of her swaddle. Jake smiled softly as he cupped Ronnie’s cheek. She had only been asleep for maybe thirty minutes, and even in sleep he could see she was exhausted. But getting Maisie to latch was important, and when they tried just a few hours ago the newborn had been stubborn, so they needed to try again.

“Hey, darlin’,” he spoke gently and she instantly stirred, nuzzling into his hand with a small noise of protest. “M’sorry, I know. But Nurse Taylor’s back.”

Ronnie opened her eyes as she nodded. Brown irises rimmed red as she sat up a bit straighter. Jake retracted his hand to help get the sleep shirt they brought in the go-bag up and over her head. With Nurse Taylor, Maisie started to cry loudly at being so rudely awoken. Now unswaddled as Taylor lifted her from the bassinet. Ronnie whimpered as her breasts started to leak.

“Alright, here we go,” Taylor said as she placed Maisie in her mother’s arms. “And after this we can do some skin-to-skin time with Dad, huh?”

Jake couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect. A grin stretching his features as he watched Taylor coach Ronnie through the latching process for the third time. He could tell Ronnie was starting to get frustrated, as Maisie squirmed and seemed to purposefully avoid her mother’s nipple all together. She sniffed, glancing up at Jake with tears brimming her eyes as she continued to do everything Taylor was telling her to. Except it just wasn’t happening.

Placing his hand on the back of her neck, he gave it a gentle squeeze. Ronnie looked up at him just as her first tear slipped down her cheek.

“S’okay, take a deep breath,” he told her in a hushed whisper and she nodded.

She sucked in deep, her chest expanding, and then she let it out slow. Then she tried one last time, nudging her breast lightly against Maisie’s parted lips. And then the newborn latched, cries dying in her throat as she began to suckle and paw at Ronnie’s chest.

“Oh,” Ronnie gasped, smile wide as she brushed her thumb over Maisie’s head of blonde hair. “There you go, Maisie babe. God, that feels fuckin’ weird.”

Nurse Taylor laughed. “Yeah, feels different from the pump, huh?”

Ronnie agreed with a nod. Then she looked up at Jake with that same wide grin and he smiled, all warmth and love, back at her. His girls. His loves. He leaned in close and kissed the side of Ronnie’s head as he whispered his praises.

Once Maisie had drunk her fill, Nurse Taylor took back the newborn and looked up at Jake.

“Alright, Dad, if you wanna take off your shirt and have a seat,” she said, nodding towards the rocking chair he was in earlier.

Jake was quick to pull his shirt up and over his head, throwing in the direction of their go-bag without really looking. He noticed, as he strode across the room to sit down, Nurse Taylor look over her shoulder and give Ronnie an approving look. His wife just laughed, and Jake couldn’t help but smirk to himself.

But the expression was quickly wiped from his face as Nurse Taylor laid Maisie down on his chest — draping the sun blanket over them both. She told him how to support her bottom and to lean back in the rocker just a bit. Maisie felt so small laying against him like that. He could fit her in one arm, carry her around like a football. And she was warm, nuzzling her face into his chest. When he looked down, he watched as her tiny hand wrapped around the chain of his dogtags. He smiled through the tears that blurred his vision as he kissed the top of her head.

His little girl. His Maisie Carole Grace.

He didn’t know what time it was. He didn’t know what was going to happen next. But he loved his daughter. He wanted the world for her. He wanted to do right by her. And he knew he was going to screw up, he was only human. But he was going to try his hardest to be everything she needed him to be.

When he looked up, Nurse Taylor was gone. He didn’t even realize she had left the room. And Ronnie was sitting up in bed with her phone camera pointed at him. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she quickly tucked it away with a guilty look on her face.

“S’too sweet a moment not to,” she said, “At least I’m not your mom telling you to smile.”

“Yeah, there’ll be plenty of that tomorrow,” he chuckled lightly, then he looked back down at Maisie with reverence and awe reserved for things most precious in this world. “Well…Guess we’re officially a family now, huh?”

“Hmm, guess so,” Ronnie sighed.

Jake told her to go back to sleep, and he held Maisie against his chest until the sun began to stream in through the windows.

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oreosmama · 1 year

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I just cached up with the one punch manga and ahhhhhh spoiler alert I can't get enough of garou I feel like they made him purposefully more and more hotter each chapter and his teamwork x rivalry with metal bat ahhhhh and so my brain rot for the two them just won't stop so I'm here to request more of that yandere metal bat and garou x reader please 🙏🙏😭😩❤️✋

Ayo any fics with that pairing being yandere is honestly such a gold mine istg. absolutely love the dynamic between those two and how they both have soft spots for children.

no ideas for a full hc of that, but now I can only think my next logical step for this group would be babies??? On God, can you imagine how protective they would be if you were pregnant with one of theirs? they would literally orbit around you whenever you left the house.

plus garou's totally the one that would like stick headphones on your stomach and then try and talk through a connected microphone to the baby. not even like reading children's books or anything but literally ranting about his day and how annoying heroes can be.

metal bat's in the other room like "i shoulda killed this mf when i had the chance" but he's got his own dibs on feeling your stomach for kicks first.

Oh Jesus this one just came to me but can you imagine the staring contest that would happen when you're giving birth and you're squeezing both of their hands so hard and they're just combatting to see which one will pussy out and cry from the pain first. legendary.

no cap but when both garou and metal bat are trying to learn how to wrap a diaper they would like squat in the corner of the house hovering menacingly over like a freshly unswaddled watermelon. then they're just mystified on what to do first bc they both wanna act like they know what they're doing but they're not gonna swoop in until the other one tries it. So they're both just squatting there staring at a watermelon half in a diaper, grumbling creepily to themselves about what to do first.

Eventually (of course) Uncle Tareo and Auntie Zenko are invited over to see the baby. cue entirely unnecessary christmas-card photos in February.

#uh uh um i went overboard oopsies #now im tired #god what's happened to me i used to bust out three full length hcs a day #oreosmama talks #yandere garou x reader #yandere metal bat x reader #yandere opm #garou x reader #metal bat x reader

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marmixedwithabitofintellect · 2 years

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The Story of You

I cannot believe we are in the end 😭😭 this story has been my safe space, my pride and joy and it has brought so many happy memories and lovely friends to me ❤️❤️ this is the start of a bittersweet goodbye, one I am not ready to partake in, but we do have to 🥺🥺 as always, come talk to me about what you think is this chapter 🥰 All the love 🤍 Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

Part 20: New Beginnings Part One

December 14, 2021

Harry. New York, New York. 7:00 AM

A tiny whimper pulled me out from the deep slumber I had fallen into, I turned to the side with furrowed eyes and smiled when I saw Pippa, she had managed to unswaddle herself and was busy putting her tiny hand on her mouth and opened and closed the other one. She furrowed her brows again, before she could let out a cry, I stood up and made my way to her bassinet

“Hey little miss, what’s wrong?”, I patted her bum and swayed a little before sitting back down on the bed the hospital made for me, I kissed her tiny ears before settling her in a football hold in my arms, “You look so much like your mama Pippa”, she let out a little yawn and my heart melted even more that it had before.

The smell, oh the new baby smell was something I would never ever be able to get used to, how little they are and how well they fit on my chest. I sniffled and smiled while I kissed their forehead, and let out a little laugh when they scrunched their tiny brows and forehead, “I love you baby, I am so in love with you and your mum, and I promise I will never let either of you alone ever ever again”

Y/N cleared her throat and gave us a sleepy smile, “Good morning”, I smiled at her, “Good morning lovie”, she suddenly shifted and an uncomfortable smile took over her face, I furrowed my brows, “Everything okay?”, she shook her head, “My boobs are killing me, but looking at the time she will probably be hungry soon”, as if on cue Pippa started crying and opening and closing her hands.

I handed her to Y/N and reached for the boppy pillow and helped her get settled, “Everything okay?”, she nodded and turned to see Pippa, “I cannot wait until my milk comes in”, I cleared my throat, “Would you mind if I take a shower while she eats? I’ll get you your coffee after”, she smiled, “Sure, take your time”, I got ready and when I came out, she was burping Pippa.

She gave me a small smile when there was a knock on the door, my mum showed her face and I signaled for her to come in, Gemma, Michal and my dad followed, Gemma was holding a takeout coffee tray, “Black coffee for you, and a latte for this hot mamma”, Y/N smiled and thanked her while my mum grabbed Pippa and started kissing her cheeks, “How are you even prettier that yesterday huh?”

I smiled at my mum and went to stand next to her and kissed Pippa’s cheek again and smiled, “She is the prettiest baby in the whole wide world”, another knock in the door had Betty and Dr. Reynolds, our pediatrician, in the room, Betty smiled, “Well good morning! How did we spend the night?”, Y/N smiled

“Good morning, we had a very good night”, Dr. Reynolds spoke up, “Did she eat well?”, I nodded, “Every two and a half maybe three hours”, she smiled and nodded making her way to where my mum had Pippa, she smiled before reaching for her, “Mind if I steal the little Miss for a check-up?”

Dr. Reynolds then proceeded to do a full check-up and I had to squeeze my hands when Pippa started crying due to being exposed to the cold air, “Heart and lungs sound great”, she then moved to check her hands and legs, “Tone and grip is still going strong”, I felt like a very proud father in that moment.

Dr. Reynolds swaddled Pippa again, then placed her pinkie to suckle in her mouth, “She has good latch, how many wet diapers have we had so far?”, she handed Pippa to Y/N, she placed a kiss on her head before answering, “Three so far and a poopy one dad had the best time cleaning”, we all laughed at that

“Well, Philippa has a very clean bill of health, APGAR for both times was eight and nine, hearing test was passed with flying colors, she’s eating well, sleeping beautifully, and has gotten all her shots she needs so far, as far as it concerns me, she’s ready to go home”, Y/N and I turned to look at each other with a big smile, Betty then cleared her throat

“As far as mom goes, your bleeding is normal, you’re walking, eating well, you are going to the bathroom just fine, so I see no reason to keep you here, unless you wanna stay?”, Y/N shook her head, “As much as I love all of the spoiling I miss my bed”, everyone laughed, “So, I’ll start preparing the papers but I’m thinking we’ll let you go around early afternoon okay?”, we nodded and said our goodbyes.

December 14, 2021

New York, New York. 9:00 AM

As soon as Betty and Dr. Reynolds left Gemma asked if she could hold Pippa and I handed her my little squish. I started getting up from my bed when Anne came to my side to help me, “Thank you Anne”, “Of course my darling, need any help?”, “Yes please, yesterday wasn’t so hard but today everything hurts”, when I said that Harry appeared at my side, “You okay?”

I nodded, Anne and I made our way to the bathroom where she helped me change into some comfortable knitted loungewear, when we got out of the bathroom my breakfast had arrived, “Do you mind if I eat?”, everyone shook their head and I started eating, as soon as I had my first bite Pippa let out s scream and whimper, Harry then took her from Gemma’s arms and started swaying her hoping to calm her.

I sighed, I knew that would be futile, “H, give her to me”, he gave me a worried look, “Are you sure? You just started eating”, I smiled a little, “She’s hungry, and I don’t mind feeding her while I eat, just help me get the cover, yes?”, he nodded and handed me the baby, I gave her a smile and bopped her nose

“Are you hungry tiny miss? It’s okay, momma will feed you my love”, Harry helped me get Pippa settled and then he grabbed my fork to feed me, “Harry…”, he smiled, “Please, let me help you”, I nodded and thanked him silently and he shrugged his shoulders while grabbing another piece of pancakes for me to feed, “Okay? Let me know if I’m doing good, yes?”, I swallowed before answering, “You’re doing perfectly H”

I finished my breakfast and while Anne rolled the table away, I pulled Pip from beneath the cover and burped her, after she finished letting out a burp and I handed her to Harry for a change, there was a knock on the door and Glenne and Jeff appeared in the room with the biggest smile, Glenne went to wash her hands and then grabbed Pippa from Harry’s arms, Jeff made his way to talk to me

“How are you feeling darling?”, I smiled, “Tired, a little sore but very happy, we got the all clean to head home so that makes me really excited”, before he could speak up there was a knock in the door, Anne went to open and I could hear a bit of clamoring on the entrance, a few seconds later Jason appeared with a lovely bouquet in his hands, I smiled before saying hello, “Jason hi!”

He smiled, “Well hello you! Congratulations!”, he made his way to the bed where I was sitting, he left the bouquet near my legs and leaned down for a hug, which I returned very excitedly, “ I know I owe you your meal, but I fear it was too early for me to get it”, I shook my head, “Please, don’t worry about it”, he reached for the flowers and handed them to me.

I smelled them and smiled before thanking him, he shrugged, before pulling something from his coat pocket, “Daisy was ecstatic when I told her you had your baby and drew this for you”, I opened the folded page and smiled when I saw she had drawn a baby, some balloons, and a cake, “Look at this! it’s lovely”

Glenne made her way to me and handed me Pippa, I cradled her in a football hold and Jason leaned to see her before speaking up, “Oh look at that face and those cheeks, hello cutie, what’s your name?”, I smiled, “This is Philippa Robin Styles Y/L/N, or as we now call her Pippa”, he smiled before answering, “Well hello there Pippa, my name is Jason”, he stood up straighter before clearing his throat, “Let me say hello to everyone”

December 14, 2021

Harry. New York, New York. 9:45 AM

When I saw Jason walk into the room my stomach filled up with jealousy, why did he have to be so chivalrous and educated with everyone? I rolled my eyes and gave him a small smile when he said hello to me, then reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of cigars and handed it to me, “Congratulations Harry, I know you don’t smoke but when the kids were born my friends gifted one to me and still to this day, I keep them”

I was surprised he had brought me a gift when he didn’t have to, “Thank you Jason, truly”, he shrugged and returned to talk with my mum, Gemma cleared her throat and I turned to look at her, “Would you mind coming with me to the cafeteria for a coffee?”, I sighed and nodded, Glenne spoke up, “I’ll go with you guys, anyone want anything?”, after writing down what everyone wanted we left the room.

After paying for our drinks and waiting for them to be ready, both Gemma and Glenne turned to look at me with a smirk on their face, I furrowed my brows, “You’re jealous”, I let out a laugh, “What are you talking about?”, Gemma rolled her eyes and turned to look at me, “Oh, so now we’re going to ignore the fact that you’re green with jealousy?”, I scoffed, “Stop it Gemma”

As we were walking back to the room Gemma scoffed too, “Stop it? Come on Harry, you can try and deny it all you want, but you are jealous as fuck”, anger filled my stomach, and I placed the coffee tray on the table a little harder than I wanted, which caused for some coffee to spill, “I said enough!”

Glenne stood up and walked over to us, “Guys…”, Gemma laughed sarcastically, “What can’t handle the truth, Harry?”, I turned to look at her and felt the tears in my eyes, “I can! Okay? I can and it’s killing me”, I sniffled a little, pointing to the doors of the maternity ward, “It’s killing me because I know that the woman inside there is the most wonderful, unique, beautiful human, and I fucked things up”

I then sat down on one of the sofas, Gemma sat next to me and Glenne in front of me, Gemma reached to squeeze my arm, “H… I didn’t know”, I gave her a sad small smile, “I know I fucked up, and I have regretted my decision for the longest time, and I’ll spare you the details because there are things only for us to know, but I know that one day she could wake up and decide that she doesn’t want me anymore, and I won’t tolerate that, that would actually kill me”

Gemma grabbed my hands, “I thought things were better between you too”, I cleared my tears, “They are, I think, but… what if it is only baby induced? I’m not saying that her feelings are not genuine, but also the circumstances are not helping at all, and I don’t want her to think that I only got with her because she is Pippa’s mum or to believe she is with me because I’m Pippa’s dad”

Glenne reached to squeeze my hand, “Harry, come on”, I turned to look at her, “Oh come on Glenne, you most of all people want for us not to get back together”, she furrowed her brows, “Why would you say that?”, I turned to look at her with a frown, “You have made it pretty clear that she deserves better, that she shouldn’t get back together with me, well guess what? You may have your wish granted”

I cleared my tears and turned to look at Glenne, hurt written all over her face, “I’m sorry G”, she squeezed my hand, “No, I’m sorry”, she sighed, “I admit we were friends before, but her, she’s my best friend, along with Gem here”, the three of us laughed at that, “All I want is for both of you to be happy, and you haven’t been happy in such a long time H; and Y/N, she hasn’t been herself”

My heart broke when she said that, she squeezed my hand before speaking up, “But now, life has given you both a new opportunity”, my heart started beating faster and I smiled, Pippa, the miracle we weren’t expecting, but now, I couldn’t imagine my life without her, “I know she will make the best decision for her and you and Pippa, and if that is to be with you, I’ll be your number one supporter, but if she decides it is someone else, then I’ll be there for her and you two”

Before I could speak up someone cleared their throat, the three of us turned and found Jason standing there, he gave a nod to both Gemma and Glenne before turning to look at me, “Harry do you think we could talk?”

December 14, 2021

New York, New York. 9:45 AM

After Harry left the room Anne and Jeff let us know they would go get Lambert who got lost on his way to my room, Jason sat down on the chair Jeff preciously occupied and turned to look at me before clearing his throat, “I thought we were set on a homebirth”, I laughed, “We were, but little miss impatient here decided that she wasn’t waiting for anyone”

Jason laughed, “So what happened?”, I sighed, “My water broke, and contractions went from 0 to 10 crazy fast, so I decided I wanted to come to the hospital, and I think we weren’t here for even twenty minutes before I delivered”, he blew out a breath, “She was in a hurry wasn’t she?”, I smiled and nodded

“How did you feel when you learned you had a little girl?”, an influx of emotions got to me, I sniffled and gave him a smile before looking back at Pippa, “I thought she was a boy”, he looked at me surprised, “Really?”, I nodded again, “I did, I had a dream when I was about seventeen weeks pregnant and there was a little boy, head full of curls and the biggest dimples and green eyes”

“Spitting image of dad, and what a turn of events, a little girl who is a spitting image of her mom”, “Do you wanna hold her?”, he nodded and I transferred the baby to his arms, “Oh wow, I forgot how tiny they can be”, he rocked Pippa for a little bit before giving her back to me, “She really is a beautiful baby Y/N, and I am so happy for you”, I sniffled and gave him a smile

Jason then placed his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze before giving me a smile, “You're a mom”, I teared up again and turned to look back at the little person who had stolen my heart less than 36 hours ago, I felt myself tear up and turned to look at Jason again, “I am”, I sniffled, “You were right, I didn't know what true love was until I met her”

We turned to the door when we heard a knock and I smiled when I found Lambert along with Anne and Jeff, when he saw the baby in my arms he placed a hand on his mouth, “Oh my God!”, we all laughed and Jason cleared his throat, “I should get going”, I nodded, “Thank you for stopping by, please text me next week so we can arrange for you to visit with the kids”, he nodded and gave me a side hug.

Anne smiled and handed him three of the little favors we had prepared for guests, “One for you and one for each of your babies”, “Thank you Anne, and congrats again”, they hugged each other before Jason waved as he made his way out of the room, Lamber had washed his hands and made his way to me

“How on Earth did you deliver less than two days ago?!” I laughed at that, suddenly both Gemma and Glenne came into the room, I furrowed brows, “Where’s Harry?”, Gemma gave me an apprehensive smile, “He’s speaking with Jason”, Jeff must have sensed my stress because he turned to me and said, “I’ll go see if everything is okay yeah?”, I nodded a thank you as he left the room.

December 14, 2021

Harry. New York, New York. 10:15 AM

Glenne and Gemma let us know they would head inside while Jason and I sat down on the chairs on the farthest side of the waiting room, he cleared his throat before speaking up, “First of all congratulations again Harry, you guys have a very beautiful little girl”, I smiled when he said that “Thank you Jason, truly”, he nodded, he rubbed his hands before continuing to speak up

“Listen, I know I’m not your favorite person, and well let’s not lie to each other you are not mine”, we both let out a little laugh at that, “But I really wanted to talk to you and clear things up, you don0t have to worry about me or Y/N being anything more than friends, truly”, I turned to look at him surprised, he laughed a little, “Aside from the fact that she still is very much in love with you as you are with her”, I looked down bashfully and he cleared his throat

“I’m the bigger person here, and we both know that, and we won’t be getting into unnecessary details”, I nodded because even if I wanted to defend myself, he was right, I could’ve said no and I still didn’t, I sighed before speaking up, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry Jason”, I turned to look at him and he gave me a half smile, “I know”

After a few moments of silence, I asked him, “How is she?”, he sat up straighter, “Sad, angry at herself; I know she told you that I warned her, so she feels dumb for heeding my warning. I never did it out of malice, but I see the way you look at Y/N, you have never stopped doing so”, I turned to look at him, “What do you mean?”

He gave me a fatherly smile, “You look at her and see the person you love, who shares your hopes and dreams, the one you want to come home to at the end of your day, the mother of your children; the way I saw Olivia once”, my heart broke for him, “Jason… I am sorry for how I treated you, I cannot speak for her, but I can do so for myself”

He pat me on the back, “I’ve forgiven you Harry, a while ago, but I need to ask something from you”, I nodded, “Don’t let her go, every; she deserves the happiness life has to offer, and life has given you a second chance to give it to her, so don’t waste it”, I smiled, “I won’t”, we both stood up and as I brought up my hand for a handshake he pulled me into a hug.

When we pulled back, I squeezed his shoulder and cleared my throat, “I hope you can bring Otis and Daisy to visit soon, I won’t be there because I don’t want to confuse them, but they are so excited”, he nodded and we turned when we saw Jeff approach, Jason said his goodbyes and left

“Everything okay?”, I nodded, “Everything is okay”, he patted my back, and we made our way back to the room, when we came in, I found Harry Lambert there fawning over Pippa, he turned to look at me and indignantly said, “Where the hell where you? This queen won’t tell me this angel’s gender until you were here”

I laughed, “I was talking with somebody, how did you get to the room, and I didn’t see you?”, he pulled me into a hug, “Turns out there are two entrances to this floor, congratulations Sue, I’m so happy for you!”, I pulled back with a smile and reached in for Pippa and walked back to where Lambert was standing

“Any last guesses?”, he hummed, “I was set on little boy, but now i think we have a little girl”, I smiled at him, “Let me introduce you to Philippa Robin Styles Y/L/N”, he let out a gasp, “Stop! That is the cutest name! Hi Pippa, hi little love”, he reached in for her hand which had escaped the swaddle, “Oh thank God she looks like her mother”, everyone let out a laugh while I whined out a “Heeey”

“Can I hold her?”, I nodded and carefully transferred the little baby into her arms, “Oh look at those cheeks, I’m in love with her”, as he swayed, he nodded to the two Gucci boxes settled on the couch behind him, “One is from me and the other is from Alessandro”, I grabbed them and brought them to the bed so we could open them.

Y/N pulled the ribbon on the first one and pulled a little oat envelope with a copper wax seal, when she opened it, she pulled out a card written by Alessandro which read: Benvenuto al Mondo Piccolo Bambino, che tu possa essere sempre circondato da tutti noi che ti vogliamo bene, non vedo l'ora di conoscerti! Con tutto il mio affetto, tuo zio Ale (Welcome to the World Little Baby, may you always be surrounded with all of us who love you, I cannot wait to meet you! All my love, your uncle Ale)

She teared up when she handed me the card to read and removed the wrapping paper, “Oh Harry looks at this!”, Alessandro had sent a Gucci blanket in a cream and grey tone, I then proceeded to open Harry’s gift and found another beautiful cream Gucci blanket, he smiled and told us, “We know mumma would appreciate a useful gift”

Y/N smiled, “I do, I’ll have to text Alessandro for sure”, she then cleared her throat, “Lamby, Mitch and Sarah are coming over for dinner tonight, wanna come too?”, he turned to see her, “I don’t wanna intrude”, she shook her head, “Nonsense, we are celebrating we have a new family member”, he smiled and nodded, “I’ll bring dessert then”

December 14, 2021

New York, New York. 11:35 AM

Lambert, Jeff, and Glenne left a few minutes ago and while Gemma and Anne helped us pack, I was feeding Pippa, Harry was finishing filling the discharge papers, Betty popped into the room and smiled, “How are doing? Ready to go?”, we nodded, “So, Mis Pippa her has received her shots, she’s feeding well, she was wet and poopy diapers, you are doing wonderful, her jaundice is awesome, so as soon as she is done eating you guys are free to go home”

Harry and I smiled at that, “If it is okay with you, I will see you in about four weeks, but you have my number for anything you need, and I know you have booked her first appointment in three days correct?”, we nodded, “Okay, wow, I cannot believe we are here”, she sniffled, “I’m so proud of you two, I know… I know things were kinda rough between you too, but I’m proud you have been able to work together for her”

Betty reached for my hand and for Harry’s hand gave them a squeeze, “I have had so many parents do so well at the beginning, but for things to go South in a few months, and although I have a feeling that won’t be your case, please put Pippa first”, I sniffled, “Thank you Betty for being a friend through all these months”, she pulled me into a hug

“Thank you for letting me be your friend”, she then pulled Harry into a hug and whispered something into his ear which had him laughing, she then caressed Pippa’s cheek, who had just let out a hearty burp, “You continue to grow up strong and happy little darling”, she said her goodbyes to Anne and Gemma and left the room.

Harry came and sat near my crossed legs on the bed, “Are you ready?”, I shook my head, “But will we ever be?”, he laughed at that, Anne cleared her throat, “We will bring this to the car while you guys get ready to leave okay?”, we nodded and they left the room, we turned to see Pippa who was peacefully sleeping on my legs, I ran my knuckled down her cheek, “Are you ready to go home Pip?”

She let out a whimper and a stretch and we smiled at that, Harry handed me the outfit I had chosen for her to go home in and changed her, once she was ready I took some pictures and then we placed her into her car seat and I stood next to Harry, he offered me his hand and I grabbed it, he squeezed it and pulled me into a side hug and kissed my temple

“Are you ready?”, I nodded, “Let’s do this”, we pulled up the canopy and adjusted the stroller cover we had bought and we made our way out of the room, we stop at the nurse’s station and thanked them again for all of their help, they were the sweetest to us and wished us all of the best, and as we said goodbye, we made our way home with our little girl.

Two lovely nurses were walking with us to the car in order to make sure that Pippa was well buckled, Harry got into the driver’s seat, Gemma on the passenger’s seat, Anne, Pippa, and I crammed in the back, I was so tired I fell asleep on the way home. About twney five minutes later I was woken up by Anne who let me know we were here.

Harry pulled out the car seat and while Gemma and Anne grabbed the bags we made our way upstairs, I unlocked the door and we stood in the hallway, Harry placed Pippa’s car seat on the floor and unbuckled her, he stood up and handed her to me, I kissed her cheek while he kissed her head, “Wanna give her a tour of her home?”

I nodded and we started walking, I started whispering to her, “Welcome home Pip, let me give you the grand tour; so when you walk down the entrance hall you will find the living room, this is where we spend most of our time and enjoy listening to music and reading, this is also where you were supposed to be born little miss”, I kissed her little forehead and she let out a grunt

“If we turn to the left we find the kitchen, this is where we will have so many dance parties and you will learn to bake and cook and be my little sous chef”, we got out of the kitchen and walked down the hall to where the rest of the apartment was, I opened a door, “This is the guest room where your daddy is staying, it is a very cozy room with a lot of light, I’m sure you guys will have a lot of naps here, and over there is his bathroom”

We exited the guest room and made our way to my room, “This is mommy’s room, this is where you will be sleeping for the time being honey, it is the warmest room in the whole apartment and it has the best light” I then moved to the bathroom, “This is our bathroom lovie, I say our because your nursery does not have one, but I don’t mind sharing with you”, I turned off the light and we walked to the nursery.

Harry and I turned to look at each other and smiled, he opened the door and we walked inside, I sniffled while I swayed with Pippa in my arms, “This is your room my heart”, Harry then cleared his throat, “Your auntie Sarah and your uncle Mitch helped us get it ready for you my love”, he kissed her forehead

“I know you will not use it for a bit, but we prepared it with our whole heart for you”, he reached in for Pippa and I placed her in his arms, I cleared my throat, “Do you mind if I shower while she is still sleeping?”, he nodded, I kissed both of their foreheads and left the nursery, smile on my face while I heard him hum ‘Canyon Moon’

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⊰ Cheater Cheater

Pumpkin Eater ⊱

Ask: N/A

Type: x reader

Word count: 4,578

Reader: gn

TW: reader was cheated on, loose threat about killing someone(not reader), grammar, lmk if I missed anything

A/N: happy birthday bestie :)

It's cold. Very cold.

You weren't wearing warm clothes when you left your house that night. A large thin t-shirt and some old equally thin sweatpants as you walked barefoot down the darkened sidewalk. Snow occasionally crunching under your feet did nothing to provide warmth as you rubbed your arms. Gusts of cold wind sent more chills through your body as your tear stained cheeks seemed to freeze over.

Night walks were your favorite, the quiet stillness of the town you lived in felt nice. Being awake while everyone else slept felt like a certain type of freedom that made you nostalgic, for the times when you were a kid and would leave home early for road trips when the highways were empty.

You never took these walks alone most of the time, you were always accompanied by him, Issac.

Issac.

His name echoed alone in your head as the lonely and cold weather on the outside matched the empty void you felt in your chest. Your heart aching as you walked with his name replay in your head made more tears escape your eyes and freeze to your cheeks and eyelashes as you walked. You needed comfort, needed someone by your side that could calm you down and hush you to peace, someone who could hug you and let you cry into their chest till your voice was sore.

You knew who could do that, your best friend. He's been by your side for as long as you remember and the only one you stayed when you and Issac started dating. He was the one you would always run to for everything, from bad ideas to good news he was there. Now here you were, standing outside his house, while a shaking hand reached up to run the doorbell, waiting for a response.

It took a few seconds for the door to open, your best friend's face looking at you with confusion before it quickly morphing into one of panic and worry as the door opened wider. "Fucking Christ Y/N did you walk here in that?!" your friend wrapped an arm around your shoulder and quickly brought you inside, slamming the door shut as he directed you towards his couch.

"Harlan…" Your voice was weak as you called his name. He couldn't hear you over his own worried mumbling, running from the kitchen to his bedroom where he emerged from with giant blankets in his arms. Harlan swaddled you up with the blankets, wrapping them around your torso and legs as he went back to the kitchen.

The warmth of Harlan's house and the blankets felt nice. You forced yourself to clear your throat and look over to the kitchen where Harlan was, looking through his cupboards for the tea bags. "Harlan?" You asked a little louder this time and Harlan looked over to you.

"Yeah?" His voice was soft and gentle.

"Can you sit with me?" Your voice cracked after a small hiccup and Harlan smiled a little at you before nodding.

"I will, but i'm gonna make you something warm to drink first ok?" You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat as you sunk back into his couch. Taking deep breaths to stop yourself from breaking down crying again. Harlan was quick with the preparation of the tea he was making you, he knew how you liked it. Slightly sweet with honey instead of sugar.

He set the mug down on his coffee table before turning his attention to you, his blue eyes reading you like a book as he unswaddled you to free your arms so you could drink what he made you. You adjusted yourself to sit right and watched Harlan as he brought the mug to your hands. "Drink, you need to warm up." You stared down at the mug and you felt your lip quiver.

"I don't want any."

"I wasn't asking." Harlan was stern but still gentle, nudging the drink towards you while you stared down at it. Not saying a word. "Just a sip and I'll leave you alone." You still remained silent, eyes watering slightly as you looked at Harlan who's shoulders dropped. "Either you drink it yourself or I'll help you." You looked down at the mug again and placed your cold hands over his warm ones. Harlan stayed silent as he guided the mug to your lips as you took a drink.

The heat of the chamomile tea spreads through your entire body, seeping into your bones and melting away the cold and leaving you warm. Harlan pulled the mug away when you had your fill and reached over to put it down on the coffee table. "Can you tell me why you walked-" You threw your arms around Harlan's torso, pulling him into a tight hug that stopped him in his tracks.

He looked down at you briefly with wide eyes before it all came crashing down. Tears forced themselves out of your eyes, you wailed as you gripped and tugged at Harlan's shirt. He didn't stop you, Harlan placed one of his arms around your back while the other went to the back of your head, holding you in place against his chest as you cried into it.

Neither of you know how long you cried into his chest for, neither of you really cared either. You let go of Harlan and pulled yourself away and wiped your teary eyes and runny nose with your arm, keeping them covered as a string of sobs and hiccups followed after, only stopping when you felt a light tapping on your elbow. You looked towards the object that did the tapping only to be met with a tissue box, "don't be gross about it." You said nothing at Harlan's comment and only took some tissues to get yourself cleaned up, even if it was a little bit.

Harlan left the tissue box next to you as he laid back into the couch and crossed his arms, not minding the large wet stain on his chest. "He cheated on me…" Harlan froze a little and turned to you shocked as he processed what you said. You held a clean tissue to your eyes as you hiccuped, "Issac cheated on me…"

"Fucking bastard." You turned to Harlan who leaned over his knees, his elbows being the only thing propping him up as he hung his head low. His voice was dark and laced with poison at the idea of Issac hurting you. Harlan always had bad vibes off of Issac, something lingering in the air when he would see you both together, a false smile and sweet words that made teeth rot.

Harlan mostly disregarded Issac and kept his distance, he was your boyfriend and who you dated was your choice. The sour taste in his mouth only worsened when you had told him to stop texting you because Issac thought you would cheat on him with Harlan. It seemed stupid thinking about it now, Harlan hated cheaters and even the smallest idea of him cheating on or being someone's side piece sickened him. Harlan remembers when you told him that, it stung to hear it from you but you would have never guessed by the way he laughed in your face about your request.

"How did you find out?" You turned your head to face your friend, he hadn't said anything for the last few minutes. You wiped your eyes with more tissues as you reached into a pocket you added to your sweatpants and pulled out your phone.

"My coworker, she went out to the bar with her friends and I was getting ready for bed and she sent me pictures of him with some other girl and asked if that was Issac" you opened up your messages and handed it to Harlan. He took your phone and scrolled through the picture your coworker sent. "She said she was gonna find out more and she did, there's a few of them where they're kissing and shit…" Your voice broke at the recollection of the pictures, the image of your, now, ex boyfriend kissing another woman while you were still together made your heart break more and your blood boil.

Harlan reached over and rubbed your back while you started to cry and wail again as he continued to look through the pictures, shaking his head as he stared at them. While looking through a picture, a small detail caught Harlan's eye. He stopped rubbing your back momentarily and zoomed in while you watched a little confused. "What is it?"

"Is that…" Harlan swiped through more of the pictures until one popped up with a clearer version of what he was looking at. "Holy shit, I think that fucking Naomi." You perked up at her name, immediately gluing yourself to Harlan's side trying to look at what he was seeing.

"Naomi? Her? How do you know?" You bit your nail as Harlan handed you back your phone, zoomed in on a tattoo the girl had on the back of her neck.

"I only know one person who has a neck tattoo of two spiders making a heart with their legs," Harlan trailed off as he saw you stare at the tattoo with shaking hands, your vision starting to blur again. "And that's Naomi." You hiccuped slightly as you just closed your eyes, your head falling forwards until the phone screen hit your forehead. You didn't have the energy to cry anymore, your head hurt and your throat felt sore, all you could do now was sob quietly and shake your head.

Harlan slowly reached over and took the phone from your hands and pulled you into his chest where you continued to cry. He rested his cheek on top of your head while he held you tightly in his arms. "I'm sorry, Y/N." You froze at his voice, lifting your head a little to catch your breath and in an attempt to look at him. "You never should have gone through this." Tears welled up in your eyes again and you went limp in Harlan's arms. "I'm gonna kill them." Harlan let you go abruptly and went to the front door, preparing himself to go out.

"No, Harlan don't please."

"Why not!" Harlan snapped at you, all the anger he tried to hide came rushing out of him. "Both of them know what they're doing! Yeah-if you didn't know Naomi has a fucking boyfriend!" You shook your head and whipped your eyes.

"Just leave it alone please?"

"No!" Harlan walked back to you and crouched down, firmly grabbing your shoulders in his hands. "Y/N you've given up your friends for this guy, almost gave up your family for this guy." You dropped your head down as he spoke, he had a point, "You're gonna have to give me a better reason to stay because I will commit first degree murder." You laugh at his words.

"Can I stay here tonight?" You lift your head up to look Harlan in the eyes, he lets go of your shoulders and nods.

"Yeah, you can stay." He stands up and starts to take his jacket off as he walks towards the coat rack, "Why don't you take a hot shower?" You stayed quiet as you lifted the blanket over your head and laid down on the couch. "It's not much but maybe it'll help you feel better." You groaned a little before uncovering your face and looking up towards the ceiling. Staying quiet until Harlan came into view, leaning over the backrest of the couch, "You can sleep in my bed."

"Where will you sleep?"

"The couch probably, or if you want me in the room with you I can set up on the floor." You sat up and rubbed your head a little. A shower did sound nice. You stood up from the couch and waddled over to follow Harlan as he walked into his room.

"I don't have clothes here, are you gonna let me borrow some of yours?" Harlan nodded without looking over to you, currently occupied with finding some of his clothes you could wear for the night. "What about underwear?" Harlan grimaced as he looked up from the drawer to you.

"Unless you wanna wear the same pair your wearing now you might have to wear some of mine." You bit the inside of your cheek as you nodded, looking down at the t-shirt and pajama pants he had in his arms, "What's your call?" You thought about the options Harlan had given you and let them bounce around in your head.

"Yeah ok I'll take a pair." Harlan nodded and put it on top of the folded clothes and handed it to you. You held the clothes to your chest as you went into the bathroom to take your shower. You closed the door behind you and dropped the borrowed clothes onto the sink ledge before looking into the mirror and staring at yourself.

You looked horrible. Red puffy eyes, runny nose, tear stained cheeks, chapped lips, messy hair. You hated how you looked, what you became, you hated what Issac did to you and the thought of it made your blood boil. Your train of thought stopped in its tracks when you heard a knocking on the bathroom door, "Y/N I got you a towel." You opened the door and looked at Harlan who held a towel out to you, you grabbed it from his hands and threw it on the floor behind you before walking closer to him for comfort again.

"Harlan?"

"Yeah?"

"Did I do something wrong?" You heard him sigh as he hugged you tightly.

"No, you didn't." His voice was monotone and the tight hug he held you in became tighter making it harder to breathe. "Take your shower." Harlan let you go and gave you a firm pat on your shoulders before walking into his room.

You closed the door again and stripped naked to get into the shower. The water was cold, then warm, then hot. You stood under the shower head, letting the water fall and run down your back, over your chest and down your arms and legs. You didn't know how long you were there for, soaking in the now lukewarm water. You jumped suddenly when a hard knocking came from the door, "Don't fall asleep Y/N I still have to brush my teeth." You rolled your eyes at Harlan's comment and decided to finish up your shower quickly.

Now fully changed into a new set of clothes, you walked out of the bathroom and into Harlan's room with your old clothes bunched into a ball. "I'm out." you looked down at Harlan who had set up a sleeping spot for himself on the floor. "How long did it take?" Harlan shrugged as he kept his attention on his phone.

"About an hour."

"An hour?" You looked at him shocked as you dropped your clothes in a small corner away from everything else, "You let me stay in there for an hour?"

"In my defense I didn't realize it was an hour until I checked the time." Harlan propped himself up on his elbows as he dropped his phone on to the floor. "How are you feeling?" He asked quietly and you shrugged.

An 'ehh' was all you could muster as you sat down on his bed and layed down, "Thanks for letting me stay over," Harlan nodded and laid back down, raising his arms over his head, stretching. "I don't really wanna be home when Issac gets back." Harlan groaned as he covered his face.

"I forgot you live with that piece of shit." You said nothing as burrowed your face into Harlan's pillow as he stood up.

"Brb, gonna brush my teeth." You hummed a response and looked around Harlan's room. It had been a while since you'd been there, framed pictures of him and his mom, pictures of him when he was still in high school and on the baseball team, his graduation cap he spent hours painting with Plankton along with the words 'I didn't think of getting this far'. There was a new picture hanging on his wall, it was you both in your graduation robes. He liked that picture.

"Has he texted you yet?" You jumped a little and turned to Harlan who was standing in the doorway, lazily brushing his back molars. You shook your head as you sat down on his bed again.

"No, and I hope he doesn't either." Harlan shrugged as he went back to the bathroom and you got yourself cozy under the covers. Harlan came back into the room and closed the door, letting out a yawn as he collapsed in his makeshift bed.

"I'm gonna go to sleep, you can stay up tho ok?" You watched Harlan get ready under the blankets and turned off the light when he stopped moving. "Oh, Y/N, if you need anything you can wake me up ok?"

"Ok." You heard Harlan shuffle under his blankets and you laid still on your side. Turning the brightness of your phone down you noticed a new notification on your lock screen. A text message from Issac. You rolled your eyes as you opened it.

'Hey baby, where are you?'

'out'

'it's late, tell me where you are and I can pick you up'

'no im good where I am'

'baby your being weird are you ok? come on it's late'

'I thought you were busy'

'busy?'

'yeah'

'I guess you were just busy sucking faces with Naomi'

You sent Issac the pictures your coworker sent you and waited for his response. The three dots appeared and disappeared over and over until Issac finally gave you a response.

'woops'

Woops? Was that really all he could say? A fucking, woops?

'I'm picking you up, lets talk ok?'

You didn't respond. There was nothing to say and you didn't want to see him. You put your phone down and covered your face with your arms. Angry tears burned your eyes and the oxygen left your lungs, leaving you struggling to breathe as a way to not wake up your friend who was on the floor in the same room. Hiccups and tiny sobs came from you as you hugged the pillow you used for comfort.

You laid there for hours, unable to sleep as you stared at the moonlight that creeped in from closed blinds. You eventually sat up and moved down on the floor and scooted closer to Harlan, accidentally bumping him causing him to stir. "It's me." You whispered and Harlan faced you before laying down again and nodded, relaxing again.

You grabbed a blanket from the bed and curled up against Harlan's back, that was enough to soothe your pain and let you finally fall asleep.

You felt a warm spot on your face, slowly opening your eyes, you quickly shut them and turned away as what was once soft moonlight was now bright sunshine. It blinded you when you opened your eyes and you quickly sat up. You yawned and rubbed your face as you looked to your side to see Harlan still asleep next to you. Looking around, you found your phone on the floor and you crawled over to pick it up, looking at the time when you opened it. 1:30pm. You sighed and leaned over to shake Harlan's leg.

"Hey, Harlan." He didn't move. "Harley," You called out to him louder as you shook him more forcibly and he stirred, his face one of discomfort. "Wake up." Harlan whined a little as he grabbed his blanket and threw it over his head and he stilled. You rubbed your eyes a little and heard him shuffle a little, taking the blanket off of his face.

"What time is it?"

"1:33," Harlan sighed, "so past noon." Harlan groaned as he sat up, droopy eyes looking down at his legs before he turned to you. His once styled blonde hair was now a wild ball of mess and knots. "still sleepy?" he nodded silently and rubbed his eyes.

"I'm gonna shower, find whatever to wear." Harlan got up and left the room, a towel dragging behind him. You sat on the floor for a bit longer as you messed around on your phone, no text from Issac either, good. You eventually got up and rummaged around Harlan's wardrobe for something to wear, you settled on a pair of basketball shorts and a band-tee you've been wanting to steal from him.

You walked into the small kitchen and helped yourself to whatever Harlan and his roommate had in their stock. A few empty cupboards marked the split for each of their groceries and you ignored it, not wanting to wait for Harlan to clarify which was which. You found a half empty box of Reese's Puffs and helped yourself to a bowl.

Once settled you sat down at the table and began eating your cereal. While you ate, Harlan emerged from the bathroom in some jeans and a tank top, his hair still dripping water. "Whatcha eating?"

"Reese's Puffs." You said blankly and Harlan walked into the kitchen.

"Was there any left?"

"Yeah." Harlan nodded as he grabbed the box and made himself a bowl, leaning against the kitchen sink to eat it. He stared at you back for a bit before speaking up.

"How are you feeling?" You shrugged.

"Upset, angry."

"I heard you crying last night."

"Sorry to wake you."

"Don't be." You and Harlan stayed quiet, individually eating your cereals. You had already finished and were sloshing the mill around with your spoon, "Did he text you?"

"Yeah."

"Bullshit I bet." You opened your phone and opened Issac's message, leaving it face up on the table.

"Read for yourself." Harlan walked over to the table and sat next to you taking your phone in his hand to read it while he ate like an old man with the morning paper. Harlan froze as he read your short conversation, shaking his head and dropping your phone down onto the table, taking his aggression out on his cereal.

"What a prick."

"I wanna hurt him."

"What?" Harlan turned to you confused and surprised, your puffy eyes had a dark aura to them as you pushed your bowl away and looked your friend in the eyes.

"I want to hurt Isaac Santana." You interlock your fingers with one another as you lean closer. "I want him to feel what I have ten times over. I want to make his life crumble." Harlan stared at you while you looked on emotionless and unblinking, "I want it to be hell on earth for him." Harlan's shoulders dropped and his head hung low as he swallowed his but and put his plate down.

He leaned against the table and kept his head up by resting it against his hand, a dark smile on his face. "What are we gonna do?"

"We?" You asked confused. "Your helping me?"

"Of course, well, if you want me to, that is." You leaned back in your chair and smiled, you were glad Harlan had your back on this.

"Issac has an inflated ego, we should target that first." Harlan nodded in understanding, "I think he wants me to make a scene about it at school or if not at least at home, I'm not gonna do that." Harlan tabbed his chin as he thought. "Do you think he and Naomi are a couple?"

"I don't think so but we can't confirm it yet. Naomi is pretty vocal about her love life and I haven't seen anyone talk about her breaking up with her boyfriend." You nod. "So, Issac probably doesn't want you to move on, right?"

"Right, he'd want me to beg him for answers and forgive him again-"

"Again?" You bit your lower lip at the simple question and you nodded as you looked at Harlan.

"We've been fighting a lot for the past few months and uhm…" you scratched your neck a little as you looked down at your hands, "he would give me a half asked apology and follow it up with sweet words and I would just forgive him." Harlan's shoulders dropped.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" You shrugged as you looked at him.

"I thought things would get better with time. That and he doesn't like the idea of me finding comfort in anyone else, especially you." Harlan nodded.

"That checks out." you both stayed quiet for a while. Harlan went back to his cereal that was now soggy and finished eating it before leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms. "Wait that's it." You look at him.

"What's it?" Harlan turned to you.

"He doesn't want you moving on, he doesn't want you to rely on anyone that isn't him-so, rely on someone else." You shook your head confused.

"Elaborate." Harlan stood up and began pacing in front of the table.

"You haven't seen him at all today or last night, so I'm thinking, we make it seem like you've already kinda moved on." You opened your mouth to speak and Harlan raised his hand, "Wait I'm not done," you close your mouth and crosses your arms across your chest, "He follows you on your socials, so you posting shit like 'I'm so glad your here with in my rough time, I love and appreciate you' attached to like a picture of you and someone else would have him seething. Even better if the picture is with a man." Harlan stood in front of the table and you nodded at his plan. It was good, it would work for sure.

"Why a man?"

"Build it up enough and you can pretend to date him, preferably after a short amount of time, like a few weeks or a month."

"Ok, one problem, I'm not close friends with any dudes besides you and I doubt one of my girl friends would want to dress as a man to make my ex jealous." You shrugged as you spoke, "at least for a long amount of time." Harlan nodded and thought for a minute, placing his hands on his hips as he walked in circles in front of you. He stopped walking soon after, the answer was in the problem.

"Well that's just it isn't?" You looked at Harlan confused.

"Huh?"

"The answer is right there, you don't know anyone willing to help out but I do." You glanced off to the side before looking back at Harlan and motioned for him to continue. "Me." Your eyes widened as you leaned back in your chair.

"You would do that?" Harlan looked confused as he nodded. "Are you really sure?" Harlan rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't mean it." You looked down at the table and hugged your torso, thinking over the idea of you fake dating your best friend. Harlan could see the wheels in your head turning as he smiled brightly and took the seat next to going again. He propped his head up with his arm again and you looked up at him as he tilted his head to the side, his friendly face turning into a mischievous one. "Y/N, would you allow me the pleasure of being your fake boyfriend?"

#oc #oc x reader #fake boyfriend oc #Harlan Liu #character introduction

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cgogs · 1 year

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I think c!dream stretches like a cat in the morning or like an unswaddled baby and i think c!george pushes himself up from the bed like he weighs 2 tons he has drool and his hair is fucked and he needs about two minutes to boot up. he hugs dreams back while he makes breakfast and falls asleep again against him

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Hi, today I woke up with the mental image of Griffon swaddled in a blanket like a baby. It's like jail for demon chickens. Nero did it. Griffon is somewhere between "unswaddle me this instant" and "this is nice actually". Eraserhead baby but Griffon. Thank you that is all

👀👀 You can't just drop this in my inbox and leave!!!! You've given me an evil idea. But thank you so much for this, I love you guys giving me cursed Griffon stuff. Please give me more

#thanks for the ask!#this made me cackle so hard #thank you so much #I'm just picturing him as eraserhead and it is sending me

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imhereformysciencefriends · 1 year

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Uncle Techno & Michael

@peerpressureweek DAY 7 WE DID IT

Techno was used to Ranboo coming into his house without knocking. It just wasn’t a sustainable practice, seeing as only a small handful of people lived out this far, and Ranboo needed frequent access to Techno’s basement for glass. Techno was pretty much used to it by now, his ear and sometimes his dogs twitching in Ranboo’s direction before laying back down, but that was usually while the sun was up. The birdS would typically be singing. Ranboo did not often careen through Techno’s door mid-blizzard, wind howling and bundle clutched close to his chest.

“Ranboo?” Techno asked as he staggered backwards, using his shoulder blades to slam the door shut. This put distance between himself and Techno’s other guest, “Tubbo?”

“Hiiii, Technoblade! Sorry to barge in like this?” Tubbo tried. The two were still awkward around each other, despite their stint as The Revengers, living right next to each other, and Ranboo’s revival.

“Yeah, no, welcome. Make yourselves at home. In my home. Which is, notably, not your own?”

“Furnace went out,” Ranboo muttered by way of explanation, setting his bundle down in front of Techno’s fireplace, nudging Steve over with a foot. “I would be fine, but Tubbo and Michael are warm blooded.”

“True,” Technoblade intoned, watching Ranboo half-unswaddle Michael so he could get a little more direct firelight. “And you picked my house?” Wait, no, that sounded wrong, “Not that I’m complainin’! Not that I am complainin’, you know I’m always happy to have you—all three of you—but, you know, Phil is also right here and Connor’s closer to you.”

Tubbo snorted. “Connor is going to freeze to death. I don’t know how he hasn’t yet.”

Techno once again declined to bring up the fact that Connor was already a ghost. “That’s fair. That’s fair. He doesn’t get a lot of uhhhh, yeah, yeah, probably not his house then.”

Ranboo shrugged. “I just knew we needed to go somewhere warm and this was the first place I thought of.”

He was a little different, since coming back. Less shy, maybe, or it could be that he was just more inclined to say the things he was feeling without worrying about other people’s reactions. In this situation, the fact that Ranboo thinkin’ of Techno first totally and definitely didn’t warm his heart at all. Did not warm his heart at! All!

“Yeah, well, you’re welcome to stay until the storm blows over. I was just about to head to bed.”

“Right. Should we, uh,” Tubbo looked around the room. Techno’s couch was nice, but hardly big enough to fit two people and a toddler.

“You can join me in the bed. It should be big enough for all of us.” Techno had built it the same day he’d rescued Phil from house arrest, the man’s impressive wingspan requiring a larger bed than most and the fact that the two of them needed to share (at least until Phil’s own house was built) meaning that Techno’s previous bed had been nowhere near large enough. Even after Phil had moved out into a home of his own, Techno had been too lazy to switch the bed back, so now he had a small kingdom’s worth of mattressed land ready for use. Plus, Ranboo was skinny and Michael was a baby, how much room could the three of them possibly take up?

“Up!” Michael demanded, facing Techno and not, you know, one of his dads. Techno grumbled something that probably wouldn't have saved his reputation even if they had heard it, and picked up the bundle of babyboy and blankets. Michael made a happy and altogether too high pitched noise, very close to Techno’s ear, mind you, and Techno grumbled again.

“Alright, bedtime for the children in my house.”

“We are both adults.”

“Sure, Ranboo, up you go.”

The big bed did in fact fit them all, Techno with his back to the wall and Michael happily snuggled up in the middle. Techno tried to find a good place for his arms that didn’t wind up draped on top of the small child. He had big arms! What if he crushed the kid!! Michael was so small, Technoblade wasn’t used to small creatures. What if his arm was heavy enough he crushed Michael’s little chest underneath the weight of it and his pupil’s kid died?

Tubbo, fortunately, did not share Techno’s hangups, bundling Michael close to his chest, and Ranboo’s arms twined around Tubbo, staring at Techno from over the young man’s hair.

Techno squinted at him.

Ranboo seemed only more amused.

Techno huffed. “You tell me what to do with my arms then.”

Ranboo laughed, and while he was definitely laughing at Techno, it didn’t feel mean. “He’s a kid, not honeycomb. You can snuggle him,” Ranboo allowed, and Techno snorted again. But, delicately, he rested one big hand on top of Michael’s little hip, and the snoozing child gave a happy little chuff that made Techno’s stomach flip flop about.

“There, see? You didn’t even break him.”

“Sarcasm from my own pupil. From my own pupil! I can’t believe this.”

It got a small, sweet laugh from Tubbo, and Techno did not feel hopeful and soft at that, either. Any accusations or lies leveled against his emotional state would be dealt with via duel to the death. Ranboo nuzzled against his husband’s hair.

Tubbo drifted off next, and Techno was fairly surprised at that, given how highstrung and paranoid the guy was. It was either a testament to just how tired he was, or that Techno had mended the bridge with him a little better than he’d thought.

“Thanks,” Ranboo murmured, quiet and soft into the night, low enough to not wake the others.

Techno made a soft grunt of his own, questioning.

Ranboo’s hand caressed his sleeping child, and then his spouse. “Trust doesn’t come easy to Tubbo.” Yeah. Techno knew that. “I rarely get to see him relax. It means something. So. Thanks.”

Techno really needed to stop underestimating Ranboo’s ability to touch his heart. Really. Just. Mmmmmm, sleep, not lookin’ at feelings head on, sleep time, goin’ to bed.

But even as successfully as Techno was at Not Thinking About It, he was the last awake in the quiet room, Michael snuffling against him.

#dream smp #prpweek #technoblade #ranboo #tubbo #michael the piglin #dsmp #peerpressureduo #peer pressure duo #uncle techno #my writing #mine #haro writes

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