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peachesofteal · 8 months

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Firstly, I love your writing-- I eat it up like Im starved. Secondly, I LOVE omegaverse dead disco. It's so good omg. I'm begging for more if you feel like writing. Simon and Johnny realizing darling left the flat and panicking to find her. Comforting eachother because they feel so guilty for not catching on to the fact that darling was lying about the suppressants.

hope you have a great day/night!!! xx

Ahh love thank you so much for your support! I’m so happy you’re enjoying them 🩵

Takes place after this.

18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / mature themes

You’re practically sedated between them. Johnny keeps himself pressed to your back, the warmth of his chest bleeding into your skin while you chuff in your sleep, little purrs and hums vibrating in your chest.

His knees stay tucked up behind yours, his arm under the pillow where your head lays, neck and glad exposed for his mouth, tongue flicking over your skin every few minutes to remind you, deep in your heat hazed sleep, that they’re there.

Simon’s laying on the other side, his chest pressed to yours, one arm draped over your waist and Johnny’s, occasionally stroking up and down your side. Whenever you tremble or fidget, he shushes you, soothing you with a rumble in his diaphragm until you’re slipping back under.

“How did we not know?” He whispers. Johnny lifts his head, peering over you to peek at his Alpha, his distraught face, worried eyes and brow furrowed low making his own anxiety pick up. He presses his nose to your neck and inhales deeply, licking over your gland before reaching to grip Simon’s hand tight.

“I… ‘m not sure. Why would she hide this?” He tries not to think about how long you’ve been dealing your heats on your own, trying to satisfy yourself, alleviate your own pain with toys that wouldn’t even come close.

And yet-

“She’s been exhausted, these past few months.” Simon reaches out to stroke his wrist along your gland, scooting even closer, lowering his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss. “More tired than usual. More scattered. I’ve thought, maybe… she was going through a phase, trying to prepare for possibly… growing our family but this… I mean. The cleaning, the collecting of our clothes all the time-”

“The sheets.” Simon nods. The sheets have been fresh when they’ve come home, every other op. They thought it was because you were trying to clean for them, an unnecessary action considering they’d rather swim in a sea of blankets that smell like you and them together, but the flat had always been spotless too. Fridge scrubbed, bathroom shiny. They’d just assumed…

“I’m going to call her doctor.” Simon tells him lowly, and unease spikes in Johnny’s heart. It feels like an invasion of your privacy, a violation almost.

“It’s-“

“It’s our responsibility, as her mates. We’re supposed to be taking care of her. I can’t do that unless I have all the information.” You fidget, and they both still, voices silent while you purr and shift. “What if she’s sick?” Simon’s voice breaks, and Johnny closes his eyes, breathing through his nose against the widening pit in his stomach. You’re not sick, you’re not, you’re fine. You’re here, right here with them. In his arms- “Or what if something is wrong? And instead of telling us, she’s tried to deal with it on her own.” He can’t disagree with the last bit. If there was something wrong, you might feel like a burden, like you should be handling it yourself.

Why have you been suffering on your own? Why haven’t you come to them? Your mates? Why are you trying to self soothe? Have they done something wrong? Have they not been proper Alphas for you? What happened, before you came to them?

“She’s never indicated anything in her past that would be explain the self soothing.” Johnny murmurs, Simon nods gravely.

“We’re going to have a long conversation, after the heat.” Johnny’s arms tighten around, and he tries to not get lost in his own feelings. He wants to feel happy, feel excited about you not being on suppressants, like they’ve always dreamed of. Wants to relish in the opportunity to care for you in the most intimate ways, during your most vulnerable times.

But they can’t. He can’t. How could they be happy about this? You’re suffering. You’ve been suffering, lying, hiding yourself from them. All he feels is worry, sadness, guilt. They’ve been off having their ruts together while you’ve been alone, taking care of yourself and then hiding the evidence.

Simon sighs, and Johnny sees the same feelings in his eyes. The pain. The guilt.

“We let her down.” He whispers, and Simon nods.

“We should have been here, should have been paying better attention.” He shivers. “I know her moods, her tells better than anyone. I can’t believe I missed this.” Johnny squeezes his fingers, rubbing a thumb over the back of his knuckles in attempt to comfort him.

You whimper, hips shifting. You smell, a mixture of your sweat and the residual fear from your midnight escapade, dried slick and fresh. The heady, ripe heat flavor lingers beneath it all, but you need to be cleaned before anything happens.

Your hips press against his, rubbing, seeking. A small smile breaks through on his lips.

“Sweet Omega.” Johnny kisses you softly.

“Sweet, stubborn little Omega.” Simon agrees, and then strokes a hand down your back. “Let’s get you in a bath, darling.”

#peaches asks #peaches writes #dead disco omegaverse au

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dyadicjustice · 8 months

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can u do like a hazelxreader best friends to lovers

like they’ve both been secretly in love with each other and pining for years but were too scared to say anything (and maybe smut if u write that but if not that’s totally good)

ooooh let me see what magic i can work, bestie. aged up the characters to be in college, so rockbridge falls high is now rockbridge university. unfortunately no smut this time because i am awful at it 😅 but i hope you enjoy this little blurb instead

ao3 link for if u prefer to read there :)

At 11:30, Professor G's class let out without anyone having learned anything actually in the syllabus. But for you, there wasn’t much room in your mind for history lessons anyway. You were too distracted by Hazel sitting next to you, scrolling on Twitter and excitedly showing you every adorable cat meme she came across.

You’d known each other since the 3rd grade, and it was safe to say that some things never change— especially not your love for one another as best friends. At least until the end of Senior Year, when you’d started to realize that change was inevitable, and you’d fallen hard for her.

You’d been overcompensating these past couple months. You’d purposely try to fly under the radar, so she wouldn’t notice you pining or the countless lingering looks and lip biting. Desperation was heavy in your bones, settled deep in your core. So when you finally return to your shared dorm, she asks, “Seriously y/n, it seems like you’re not even here most days. What’s going on?”

You know you can’t lie to her. You can’t lie to those dazzling grey eyes, so warm and sweet and sincere. So you sigh and admit, “Are you ready to receive some potentially devastating information that could change the state of our friendship forever?”

She blinks and lets out a quiet chuckle, “Uh, no promises, weirdo. What’s up?”

“Hazel, I’m being serious. It’s like... important,” you whine.

She hikes an eyebrow at your nervous demeanor, taking a beat to take in your features. She’s suddenly fully aware you’re uncomfortable when you start to wring your hands a bit. To calm your fidgeting, she slips her hands in between them and intertwines your fingers. You feel her sweet gesture start to soothe you, like when puppies snuggle up to you to help you stop crying.

She whispers, “What’s wrong, bean?”

Your eyes start to water at the nickname. “You have to promise you won’t get upset”, you choke out.

She wraps her arms around your neck in a comforting embrace, and whispers in your ear, “I promise. You can tell me, only if you’re comfortable and ready.” And her considerate nature makes you want to cave and sob right then and there.

“I love you, Hazel. But, I also… I just… I’m in love with you.” You can’t even meet her eyes out of pure embarrassment. You feel her fingers snake beneath your chin, and she gently tugs until you’re looking into her eyes. She stares into yours, into your soul, really. She whispers, “y/f/n, I’ve been dreaming of hearing you say that for years.” You both giggle. You joke, “That’s such a fucking relief because I would’ve shat myself if you rejected me.”

“I could never reject you, bean! Thank you for being brave enough to tell me.” You can hear the smile in her voice. “But I am curious, when did you realize you felt that way?”

You sigh, “Honestly? I knew I was sure when we went to Senior Prom together, so 6 months maybe? But I also would say, I’d felt something since we were like 10. I just hadn’t realized how deep my love was back then.”

Hazel murmurs, “You made Prom Night so magical. You looked lovely. Not to mention, you just had this magnetism to you that had everybody staring. I was fighting the urge to kiss you the entire evening. It was hardest during the slow dance.”

You admit that you had felt similarly, explaining, “It was hardest for me to resist when you had that little bit of whipped cream stuck on your lip when we went to Denny’s after. I wiped it away with a napkin, but I wish I’d just gone for it.”

You stare up at her lovingly as a subtle silence emerges between you, your eyes scanning her features before dropping to her lips. Without saying a word, you crash your lips together. Hers taste like… well, like nothing and like everything at the same time. Just chapstick and love.

And it’s not your first time kissing a girl by any means, But you can already tell it’s your favorite after only ten seconds.

Hazel pulls away, breathless, “So just to be clear, what does this make you and me?” She smirks.

You hold her cheek with one hand and hook the other around the back of her neck, scratching the back of her head. Her jaw goes slack and her eyes flutter. You reply, “Horny, Hazel. It makes us really fucking horny.”

She smirks, “Maybe we should… do something about that. Your place or mine?” She dopily wiggles her eyebrows. It’s made even more ridiculous by the fact that your beds are just feet away from each other.

You shoot back, giggling, “Yours. I don’t wanna fuck up my sheets right now.”

She scoops you up bridal style and sets you down on her bed. Those months of pre-season training for rugby had made her insanely strong despite her short and lean figure.

She kisses your forehead and replies, “Whatever you wish, Your Majesty.”

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms (2023)#bottoms movie #bottoms 2023

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pjoxreader · 1 year

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Um, could I request a romantic jason, piper, and leo x gn!reader(separately), where reader is a demi god, whos like the messenger/mailman of the gods(they have tea parties with them once every month), and someone or octavian was being mean and well, rude to them and then insults reader, and thats what broke the camels back, so reader punch him and said to not insult them or their lover again, and there just off to the side simping

((I realized I misread this after I finished writing so I hope it's alright that this all goes down at a tea party! 😅))

Messenger Reader Punches Octavian

Jason Grace

-You were a messenger for the gods, being a gifted child of Hermes meant you were always off delivering something. You never got the chance to really sit down and take a break until you worked up your courage and demanded it from the gods.

-You weren’t a god, you needed breaks and to be able to live your life. Thankfully Hermes realizes that you’re right, granting you the right to do so. So you decide to spend that day well having a full on tea party.

-You loved those parties, where you’d get to sit with Jason and just enjoy every moment the two of you had together. You were both always so busy, but just enjoying this one day with him was more than enough. Of course a certain someone had to come and ruin it… And that person was Octavian. He had important information about Jason’s quest that couldn’t wait.

-So you let him join. You were by no means happy but it was too late now. You carefully land in the beautiful garden, smiling when you see Jason who lights up when he sees you. You go over and place a kiss to his lips well aware of the fact Octavian was glaring you both down from across the tea table. -”Octavian.” you greet with a forced smile as you sit by Jason, taking the tea that was already made and sipping it. “You’re late. But with how little dedication you show, I’m not surprised.” he says and takes his own tea while sipping it. You see Jason tense at that and place your hand on his leg to help soothe him. You could take an insult or two.

-”So you had information?” you coax just wanting to get him out of here as fast as possible. “Yes, see Jason would know about this already if he bothered to show up. Ah wait that’s right, he was replaced. A shame it wasn’t with m-” before he could finish the sentence you drop your cup letting it shatter as you lunge clear across the table, reeling back and punching him across the face. Jason watches for a bit letting you get your hits in, but you swear you could see him grin as he takes another sip of his tea before pulling you back.

Leo Valdez

-He figured you’d be late. But man this was awkward. He was fidgeting with some new gear he was working on while Octavian was very openly staring daggers into Leo. Thankfully you appear and he melts in relief. He’s always stunned by how amazing you are each and every time he sees you. “There you are. Sorry Octavian, they're always busy being the god's personal messenger.” Leo gloats for you.

-You can’t help but laugh hearing Leo’s gloating. You happily kiss him while he holds your waist to pull you closer, not seeming to mind that Octavian was right there. You huff softly against his lips and wrap your arms around his neck to close any extra space. Leo Valdez sure was something.

-”So they’re a glorified mailperson.” Octavian says as he swirls his tea not even bothering to look up. Leo pulls away from the kiss, eyes flashing in anger so you quickly wrap your fingers together to show that it was alright. Leo grumbles something under his breath that had a few colorful words as you both sit down at the table.

-”So Octavian, what news do you bring?” you ask curiously as you add some sugar to your tea, doing the same for Leo. “The enemy forces are moving forward through the mountain pass. Which Leo would have been aware of if he didn’t lock himself away all of the time like a coward.” The second the words left his mouth you reel back and throw your cup full force into his face, shattering glass and hot tea directly into his face.

-”Damn!” is all Leo can get out as you already leap across the table while Octavian was busy getting the glass out of his face. You can hear Leo laughing loudly behind you as you exchange blows with Octavian, him getting a few punches in. “Leo get your bitch!” He roars angrily.

-Leo goes over and hums, kneeling down by the two of you guys. “Bad Octavian. Sit.” he says with a smug grin making you stop punching in surprise, as realization hits you you break into laughter. Only Leo could make you laugh while beating the shit out of someone.

Piper Mclean

-Piper was not a fan of Octavian, but it wasn’t like the feeling wasn’t mutual. The first time they met Leo had accidentally bombed New Rome. Not that it was his fault, but that was a whole different story.

-Thankfully you make your way in and smile happily when you see Piper. She was wearing a beautiful off shoulder flowy sundress. Piper normally never wore these as she was more of a tomboy than anything, but you love seeing her confidence shine through no matter what she was wearing. “You look beautiful.” you say in amazement tucking some hair behind her ear, gently kissing her.

-Octavian clears his throat which annoys you but you pull away forcing a smile, which Piper doesn’t bother doing looking at him in annoyance. “So you come bringing news?” You ask as you sit down beside Piper. “I do yes, maybe if your girlfriend paid less attention to her looks and more to the battle the-”

-You didn’t let him finish. You easily rocket across the table and slam your fist into Octavian on the way to the ground. Piper goes wide eyed but huffs as she hears the blows landing checking her nails “Oh no I chipped a nail.” she says playfully and dramatically to stall out the time for how she’d eventually have to stop you.

-She does go over and pull you off once his nose is clearly broken and face bloody as he was dazed. “You should have given me more time.” you complain to her flicking the blood from your knuckles onto the ground.

-She takes your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss “And let him take up more of our time together? Never.” she says and contently goes back to her seat with you as you both sip your tea.

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#pjo x reader #leo valdez x reader #jason grace x reader #piper mclean x reader #fluff #pjo fluff #hoo x reader

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valdomarx · 11 months

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going off script

a roy/jamie finale fixit, for @welcomemysentence

Jamie hasn’t been able to stop fidgeting all day, nervous excitement running through him like electricity.

It’s just a beer, he tells himself.

A beer that Roy invited him for, the two of them out together like mates. They’ve never done that before.

Jamie’s leg bounces against the wood of the barstool, his energy spilling out in the jiggling movement, and he tries to distract himself with his drink.

He's wearing his favourite hoodie, well worn and soft inside. A girl once told him he looked loveable in it. He's been called hot or sexy or fit more times than he can remember, but that was the only time he's ever been called that.

He pulls the cuffs down over his hands and stuffs his hopes deep into his sleeves.

They sit close, even though there's plenty of space around them. Their knees are pressed together under the bar, and Roy doesn't shy away. He likes being close enough to touch, and it's things like that which make Jamie wonder if...

It doesn't matter. It's stupid. Jamie lifts his beer and drains it in almost one go.

“Whatever happens on Saturday,” Roy says, and crinkles appear at the corner of his eyes, “I want you to know I'm proud of you.”

Jamie glows at that, more so because he knows Roy means it. It soothes something inside him to hear it said aloud, but it’s a plaster over the voracious, gaping hole in his chest that’s always wanting more. He pushes that greedy part of himself away and reminds himself he should be grateful for what he gets.

So he rags on Roy for being old, and that makes Roy rolls his eyes, and that feels good. Feels natural.

“Real talk, man. Thank you.” They knock their beers together.

He can do this. They can be friendly. It’ll be fun.

“So how’s things with you?”

Roy looks at his beer. “I'm trying to get back with Keeley.”

That hurts, a dull ache like an old sprain that never healed right, but it’s a familiar sort of pain. It occurs to Jamie to ask, “Why, though?”

Roy blinks, and he looks taken aback. “Because… because it’s Keeley, innit? She’s amazing.”

“Of course she is. She’s fucking incredible, we both know that. I’ll always love her, and I guess you will too. But what I’m asking is: why do you want to be with her?”

There’s a pause which stretches a beat too long, before Roy says, “We were good together.”

“You were, yeah.” Jamie puts a slight emphasis on the second word.

Roy catches it and furrows his brow.

“It just seems right, doesn’t it? That her and I should end up together.”

He sounds uncertain. Jamie makes a noncommittal hum.

“It's like - that's what everybody wants from me. They've decided how my life is going to go. I'm Roy Kent, so I gotta try and win back Keeley. Right?”

“Since when do you do what other people want?”

Roy huffs something that could be a laugh.

“Isn't there anything you feel like you have to do?” Roy asks. “Like there's a path laid out for you and you have no choice but to follow it?”

Jamie sucks in a breath. “Well. There's my dad.”

Roy mumbles something under his breath that sounds like cockend.

“Because everyone knows what a dick he is, but I still have to forgive him or some shit. I gotta pretend like everything’s fine now, because he’s making some tiny bit of effort to sort his life out and I have to pat him on the back for it. Pretend like he didn’t make my life hell, because that's the story people want to hear, innit? The one they're comfortable with. Forgiveness and happy families and all that shit. It's what people expect.”

“Well fuck that and fuck them,” Roy says without a trace of hesitation.

Jamie drags a finger through the condensation on the bar. “Ted told me I ought to forgive him. Said it would be for my own good, not his.”

Roy tips his head, thoughtful. “If anger at him isn’t serving you, you should let it go. But that doesn't mean you have to be nice to the horrendous prick.”

Jamie fingers are still fidgeting, and he picks at the label of his beer. “He asked me to visit him in rehab.”

Roy looks sideways at him. “Do you want to see him?”

A pit of ice cold horror opens in Jamie's chest at the thought. “Fuck no.”

“Then don't. You don't owe him shit. Not your time or your effort or your support.” Roy taps on the bar to underline his point. “He isn’t your family just because he’s related to you. Your family is the people who care about you and look out for you. It’s your mum and your stepdad, and me and Keeley and the team, and Ted and Beard and Rebecca. Even Nate, I guess. And we got you.”

Something in Jamie's body unclenches at that, like he can finally breathe. It feels like a 10-stone weight has been lifted off his shoulders. “So I don't have to follow the script?”

“Nope.”

He looks over at Roy.

“But you do?”

Roy fidgets. “It's not the same.”

“I know it’s not. But still. You’re allowed to make your own choices. You don’t have to live the life that other people think you ought to.”

Roy frowns. “Truth is, if I don’t do that - if I’m not Roy fucking Kent, football legend, and if I’m not grouchily supportive boyfriend to Keeley fucking Jones - I have no idea who the fuck I am.”

Jamie takes everything he wants to say, about how Roy is so much more than his fame or his past, about how he’s caring and smart and an incredible coach, about the beautiful person who shines out from beneath the layers of bullshit, and carefully sets it aside. It’s not the right time for that.

He thinks instead about what it means to be supportive, and how you express that, and what would help Roy now. He thinks about that, and he channels Ted. “Maybe it isn’t about already knowing who you are. Maybe it’s about trying things, and failing at some of them, and succeeding at others, and learning who you are along the way.”

Roy frowns. “I wouldn’t know how to start.”

Jamie very much wants to reach over and take his hand. He doesn’t.

“Let’s start at the beginning then. What do you want?”

Roy shoulders tense up at that.

“No, mate, I’m not trying to trick you or get in your head or make you spill your guts or anything. I’m just asking what makes you happy. Coaching? Looking after Phoebe? Travel? Kebabs?”

That makes Roy chuckle. “Yeah, all of those. I love all those things.”

He takes a swing of beer. Jamie watches his throat work as he swallows.

“And.” Roy turns to face him, an unfamiliar hesitancy in his voice. “And you.”

Jamie's mind goes completely blank.

“You make me happy.”

This should be the point where Jamie says something meaningful or profound or some shit. But he can hardly think for the wanting, the great shapeless thing inside him which he keeps shoving down but which only comes back bigger and hungrier, and which is now ballooning until it’s stuck in his throat.

“I love coaching you. I love that you’re up for anything, even when it’s ridiculous, and that you actually listen to me, and that you work hard because it matters to you. I love watching you play, I really fucking do. But it ain’t even about that. It’s because you’re fun, and funny, and you give me shit but you also give a shit about the people around you. Because you can admit when you’re wrong, which is more than I’ve ever been able to do, and you work to be better. You’re a kind, decent person, Jamie Tartt, and you’re very easy to love.”

Jamie feels like he might shatter, like if Roy says one more thing or lays a single finger on him then he’ll fall into a million pieces.

“Because I think I do know what I want. But it’s something I can’t have.” Roy sits back on his stool, armed crossed defensively, and doesn’t look Jamie in the eye.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” The words burst from Jamie’s mouth without any intervention from his brain. Roy looks up sharply, his expression hurt. “I’ve wanted you since I was ten years old. At first I thought I wanted to be you. Then I got older and realised I wanted to impress you. Then I met you, and yeah, I’ll be honest, I hated you for a while there, cause you were a right prick.”

Roy actually smiles at that.

“But then I got to know you, and fuck, Roy. All that time you were with Keeley, it really bothered me. I knew me and Keeley weren’t getting back together and it still made me ache, and I couldn’t figure out why. But I know now, and I don’t know how I could make it any clearer.” He inhales a quick breath. “You can have me any way you like.”

Jamie’s brain catches up with what his mouth has let slip, just as Roy stands up so suddenly that his stool crashes to the floor. He opens his mouth to say sorry or to take it back, but then Roy’s hands are in his hair and he’s crushing their lips together, and Jamie finally lets himself take what he wants. Roy kisses him like he’s on fire with it, and the shapeless thing lodged in Jamie’s chest comes surging out through his hands and his eyes and his mouth, everywhere they’re touching alight with sensation.

Kissing Roy is even better than he’d imagined. The prickle of his beard again his face, the way his fingers flex in Jamie’s hair like he wants to pull him even closer. Even when they break for air, Roy stays right in his space like he wants to live there.

Wanting and being wanted. Choosing and being chosen. A path ahead that they build themselves, brick by brick.

A bubble of joy comes gushing out of Jamie as a giggle. “This isn’t how the script goes.”

He feels Roy's smile against his lips and the rumble of his laughter against his chest.

“Fuck the script.”

#roy x jamie #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso #welcomemysentence #ted lasso spoilers #my writing #jamie tartt i will avenge you and your characterisation

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foreverrandomwritings · 11 months

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Congratulations M! 🎉🎉🎉

The first of many…For our sweet Bobby boy…I’m thinking romantic with collecting flowers on their way home (spring), making flower crowns (spring) and you got me flowers? (Soft and sweet sentence starters)?

Flower Crowns

Summary: After years of you making him flower crowns Bob decides its his turn to make you one.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x afab!Reader

Warnings: angst, anxiety, depression, death, car accidents, financial problems... I think that's it.

Word count:3466

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Bob had been worried about you for a couple of weeks now. You had been burnt out at work for a while. Desperately needing some time off but not being able to take it. On top of that you had some family issues arise that you had been scrambling to make sense of. Then much to the shock of both of you, your company told you they were downsizing and wouldn’t need you any longer come the end of the summer.

Even though you had been talking to your therapist weekly he could tell that everything was bottling up inside you. The anxiety of finding a new job and the unknown of the future weighing on you heavily. He had tried asking you to talk to him but you assured him you were okay. He knew it was a lie but decided not to push you.

In this state he was afraid of setting off a domino effect of anxiety and depression. So he had been doing subtle things in hopes of lifting your spirits. Getting you a bag of your favorite candies for you while he was out. Turning on your favorite movie and show as you walked into the room. Braiding your hair for you as you sat between his legs listening to a podcast and playing with a fidget toy he found for you.

But none of those things seemed to have you opening up to him. He wanted you to let him bear some of the weight with you. You had done it for him countless times. You helped him as children when life on the farm got especially tough. The fear of losing everything his grandparents had worked for due to financial struggle worrying him even as a young boy. You sat with him more times than he could count letting him vent to you.

“I just don’t know how they’ll make it when I’m gone. I’m not sure I’ll be able to go to the Navy if things are this bad already.” He told you as you sat in his grandparents pasture. He had overheard his grandparents talking about their struggle to keep the farm before school that morning. His head was laying in your lap, his eyes fixed on your hands. You were working flowers together, weaving them into a flower crown. Yours was already placed atop your hair, the mix of colors standing out. The one in your hands was meant for his head. You would glance at him every now and then. A small smile on your face that was reserved only for him.

“I’ll be here to help out Bobby. You have no need to fret anyhow. Those years are still so far away.” You reassured him as your own mind wandered to their survival. This conversation wasn’t new to you. The blonde would bring it up almost twice a week. Even at the young age of eleven he was worried about things out of his control.

Money had been tight since his parents passed away in an accident two years ago. You had been there for him then too. You had sat in the pasture at his request and made him a flower crown after he begged you to. The sight soothed him and made him forget that he was mourning his parents after the tragedy that had taken them from him.

Bobby wasn’t old enough to get a job in town yet. But he helped around the farm as much as he could. Before school he was up early with his grandfather getting all the morning chores done. After school he was found mending fences, throwing hay, tending to the animals and anything else that didn’t get done during the day.

Your family was quite a bit more well off than his grandparents and offered to buy their farm and allow them to keep it many times. But they were too proud to ask for help. Even if the whole town could see the hardships they were in.

You had decided to get married as soon as you were out of high school. Having been infatuated since the first time you laid eyes on each other at the age of five.

Your Gran and Pap were close with his Memaw and Pops. They had invited you and your grandparents over for lunch and an impromptu play date with their grandson that would be arriving for the summer that day. You were sitting in their pasture with your grandmother weaving together a flower crown as she had shown you to do before. His grandmother sat with you telling you about her grandson Bob.

As his little body came running up the hill out of breath you giggled at him. He gave you a goofy grin as he adjusted the strap of his glasses. It had gotten wrapped around his ear during his quest up the hill. You gave him a smile that would be the first of many in his presence. He sat down beside you in a mess of limbs. You placed the crown you had finished atop his head and he beamed.

“Are you gonna be alright up here sweets?” Your grandmother asked you.

“I’ll be alright Gran.” you replied to her as you gathered more flowers. Bob watched your tiny fingers work the colors together.

“I’m gonna head down and get you kids some snacks Robert.” His Memaw said, he gave her an eager nod in reply.

“Do you want me to teach you how to make one Bobby?” You asked him sweetly.

“That’s alright sweet girl.” He had thought that was what your grandmother had called you but he had barely been listening. You giggled at the name but didn’t correct him and pulled more flowers from the ground.

At the age of sixteen Bob asked you to be his girlfriend. You had been best friends since the first time you met. He would visit during the summers and you were inseparable. It was always heartbreaking when he would leave for school. But when his parents passed away he moved in with his grandparents permanently.

The both of you sat in his grandparents pasture not unlike the millions of times before. Yet this time somehow felt different. Bobby had been acting nervous all day. When he asked you to meet him in the field that day at school you had grown worried. But had pushed through and joined him.

“All those years ago when I came here for the summer. I never would’ve expected to find the sweetest girl weaving together a messy color filled flower crown. What I guess I'm trying to say or well I guess ask is, will you go steady with me?” You had been picking flowers out as he stumbled over his words. They all fell to the ground messily at his question. You nodded your head rapidly and knocked him over as you lunged at him from your criss cross position across from him.

No one was surprised when he had proposed to you. The whole town had wanted to be a part of your wedding however. Having seen the two of you growing up together and witnessing the love blossom had left them feeling entitled to the day.

“Sweet girl?” He had called for you as he walked up the hill from his grandparents house. You had been sitting there for almost fifteen minutes waiting for the glasses clad young man to join you. You already had your flower crown atop your head and were almost done with his when he approached you.

“Hiya Bobby boy.” You said as you finished tying the last flower. You reached a hand up and he was grasping it pulling you up from the ground. He dropped down to one knee as you placed the colorful crown atop his head. He reached into his pocket grasping at the small box.

As you pulled back you looked down at him. That smile only he ever saw crazing your face. You had so many emotions swirling through your eyes as you noticed the box in his hand. He pushed his glasses up his nose awkwardly. Dragging a hand through his hair he let out a shaky breath. You waited patiently for him to ask you the question you had been talking about for months.

“As soon as I was old enough to know what love was I knew I had alrighty known it all along. Would you spend the rest of your life making me flower crowns as my wife, sweet girl?” He asked you as tears sprang to his eyes.

“Yes, Bobby, yes, yes, yes.” you said before dragging him to stand in front of you. He slipped the delicate ring on your finger and gave you a slow and emotional kiss. The ring was a delicate silver band. It replicated the flowers you had woven together countless times with a singular diamond placed in the middle. He had used all his money from the job he had uptown to pay for it.

A small ceremony was held in his grandparents' flower filled pasture. Your parents had paid for the dress, his suit, a new pair of boots for the both of you, the food, decorations, cake and all the other random odds and ends. So his grandparents felt they needed to contribute and their land was really all they had. You wore a flower crown atop your head that you had thrown together while you and Bobby sat in the field that morning.

“One day you’ll be flying in a plane way up there as the best weapons systems officer the Navy has ever seen.” You told him as you pointed to the sky briefly. He was laying on his side, body angled towards your sitting one. He had once again as he had so many times before watched your fingers pull together the flowers, colors meshing together intercantly. He hoped one day he could make one for you.

“Then one day when I retire we’ll come back here. Spend our days growing old tending to land that has provided us with so much peace. You’ll be making delicate little flower crowns as we rock in our chairs on the front porch.” He told you as his mind painted the picture inside his head. He couldn’t wait to grow old with you. To go through life knowing you’ll always be by his side.

You thought about the possible kids you might call your own one day. The conversation had been one you talked through thoroughly. You had no desire to have kids of your own. But had both agreed you had a shared desire to adopt. So many years down the line you would have another conversation pertaining to the topic and decide if you were ready then.

“I can’t believe I get to call you my husband in just a few short hours Bobby.” You said as you met his eyes.

“And you sweet girl will be my wife.” Your gran called for you from a distance as you finished the piece in your hands. You stood up from your spot on the ground pulling your soon to be husband up with you as you went. You gave him a peck on the cheek before you were gliding down the hill.

When the time came you did your best to assist him through joining the navy. The extra money he got for being married was all used to help keep his grandparents afloat. They had refused the money at first but when Bobby fell on his knees begging them to accept it they reluctantly did. You stayed at the farm with them helping them as much as you could until moving to be with Bobby. You made sure to hire them some help before leaving the small town.

You helped him as he struggled to accept his grandparents' death not even three years ago. The news wasn’t shocking for either of you; they had both been in their late eighties and were steadily declining. So when you got the call that his grandmother had gotten worse you both flew out to spend the last week with her. She passed in her sleep as old age took her. Not even two days later his grandfather passed away in his sleep. The death was determined to be from a broken heart. So instead of one funeral you were both planning two.

They had left the farm to the both of you in their will. But not living in the state meant you wouldn’t be able to take care of it. He talked about not signing another contract when his current one was up and moving the two of you back to the farm.

“I can just retire early from the Navy sweet girl. We can move back here and take care of the farm. We’ve talked about it before. It’s just happening sooner than expected.” he proposed as you lay beside each other. Flowers of many colors littered his chest as he passed them to you. His crown was beside him in the grass and you were working to get yours done.

“We are not doing that Bobby. You know that isn’t what they would want. They knew how much you love being a wisso. We just need to figure something out until we can get back here.” So you sold the farm to your parents. They promised you it was yours as soon as you were ready. The extra money all went into a savings account preparing for the future.

You dealt with the deployments and moving when orders of a new station were sent out. You would still visit the farm, especially when Bob was deployed. Being around your family had helped ease some of your worry for the top gun grad. He also enjoyed getting pictures of his grandparents farm. You had helped him through his nightmares of the missions he’d been on.

“I’ve got you Bobby.” You said as you ran your fingers through his hair. His head laid against your chest sobs cleaving through his body. You held him for what felt like hours until his body was still and his breaths were even. You hated seeing him like this.

The nightmares happened so frequently since the uranium mission. He had broken down and told you everything that happened the first time a nightmare pulled him from sleep. You had listened to him intently soothing him when his breathing became rapid and his hands began to shake.

It was normally pretty routine. You would be laying against his chest, legs tangled together. The house would be silent around you. Then a terrified scream would rip through the dark of the bedroom. You would quickly sit up and turn the bedside lamp on. The light in the room helped ground him back to reality.

Then you would gather him into your arms and whisper to him. You would whisper to him about your times in the pasture growing up. You would whisper to him about the future you would have together on the farm. You would whisper to him that his grandparents and parents were all making sure he made it home to you no matter what. Your fingers would weave through his hair like you were trying to tie flowers into it. The sensation would soothe him back into slumber.

You had done everything in your power to make sure he had as stress free of a life as possible. In the chaos of the last year, with the uranium mission and you both agreeing to accept the position he was offered in Fightertown. He had lost sight of how much you had been holding. Now he feared it was too late to lighten your load without you snapping.

So as he ran back home from his morning jog with Phoenix he stopped abruptly scaring the brunette running alongside him. He saw a field of gorgeous flowers. The flowers looked almost identical to the ones in his grandparents' pasture growing up. The memories of all the times you had sat with him bearing the weight of his life coming into his mind. All the times you had placed a flower crown atop his head and eased the tension holding his body hostage.

It was almost like fate wanted him to end up here today. They had never ran this path before. Normally taking the shorter way back to their neighborhood. Phoenix suggested the longer way today. She had hoped it would help clear her backseaters mind. He had confided in her how worried he was for you. So she figured this would be a good way for him to think through what was going on.

He made Phoenix stop so he could sit in the field for a moment. He reached his hand out and grabbed a handful of flowers. He started carefully and skillfully weaving them together. A shape of a crown transpiring as he continued the work. His fingers cramped slightly at the unrecognized task. But he pushed through until he was satisfied with the product.

When he approached the house he could see you through the kitchen window. He glanced down at the flower crown he had resting in his hands. He hoped beyond hope that this would help you as much as it had helped him so many times before.

“I’m home sweet girl.” he called out as he opened the front door toeing his shoes off. Your cat rubbed against his legs in greeting. He lovingly petted her head as he briefly thought about the first time he had seen the ball of fur.

You had been taking a walk after work one day when you found the poor thing. A noise coming from a bush in a field of flowers had caught your attention. You looked into it and saw the tiny kitten curled up. You had waited a day to see if the mom would come back for it. Not wanting to take a baby from its mother unless necessary.

The next morning you went back and the mother was nowhere in sight so you brought the tiny bundle home with you. Your husband had been on a short deployment at the time so you didn’t have him to discuss keeping it with. When Bob did get home he was surprised to see you sprawled out on the couch with a kitten on your stomach. You had looked up in surprise. Your eyes darting from his back down to the cat laying on you.

“What's its name?” He asked you with a smile as he set his duffle bag down before rounding the couch.

“Her name is flower. Seemed fitting since I found her in a field of them.” You told him as he gently pet the cat. She had purred into his hand and you knew he was gonna let you keep her.

He heard you humming in the kitchen. An old country song flowing through the air. It had been the one that would play through his truck speakers as you rode around town with him back home. He paused in the doorway and took you in. You were making his favorite breakfast; pancakes, bacon, eggs and hashbrowns. He didn’t need to glance at the coffee pot to see if it was full as the smell of it was heavy in the air.

“When did you get here Bobby?” you asked him as you threw a hand over your chest. You hadn’t heard him come in and it gave you quite the fright when you saw him in the doorway. You turned back around quickly and turned off the stove as you had just finished plating the last pancake when you had noticed him.

“Not for long, sweet girl. I was just taking in the sight of you.” He said shyly, pushing his glasses up his nose. You glanced at his other hand that was held against his chest.

“You got me flowers?” You asked him shakily. The sight of the flower crown causing tears to well up in your eyes. He closed the gap between you and gently placed the crown on your head. A loud sob broke through the kitchen as the crown rested against your hair.

“It’s alright sweet girl, I’ve got you.” He said pulling you into his chest. You soaked his already sweaty shirt in tears. He patiently waited for you to calm down a hand rubbing circles into your back.

“Bobby.” You shakily let out as you finally stopped crying.

“Let me be here for you, sweet girl.” He begged you. You nodded your head against his chest. You would let him bear some of the weight this time.

A/N: Wow did I have fun writing this one. Thank you so so so so much for this request Taylor. Thank you @saradika for the dividers that I definitely went a little crazy with. oops lol.

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vinvantae · 2 years

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Hi, I’ve seen the post about Daniel fidgeting and coping with humor and as someone who relates to that I can’t stop thinking about it. Would you like to write something where Daniel is the one with anxiety ? Like he’s on one of his days off like a couple of weeks ago in Montana and the reader is with him and she knew him for so long that she realize instantly when is anxious or when he’s picking his nails and stuff. Only if you want and if you feel comfortable of course, I know how triggering this could be. Also wanted to thank you because your blog is my happy place and I love what you write. Thank you 💚

Thank you so much, that’s the best compliment 🥺🥺 I hope you enjoy!

You’re Enough

Warnings - None

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You used the corner of the deck to try and scrape some of the dirt off of your shoes before stepping inside as the sun had begun to lower, the cool air making your skin feel prickly. You and a group of friends had made the trip to Montana as Daniel had managed to scrape time for a trip between races and was in the need of some ‘good vibes’.

So when you found him sat the living room surrounded by his friends, picking at the skin around his fingers - you knew something was up.

You and Dan had been friends for years, introduced by a mutual friend during your teens and you’d become pretty inseparable. So you knew better than anyone when something was bothering him, if the picking of his nails wasn’t enough, the way his leg bounced up and down on the spot gave it away.

Cautiously you came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, making him look up and back at you. His brow relaxed and he gave you a gentle smile. “Hi.”

“Wanna come sit on the back porch for a little? Just me, you and a couple of beers.” You asked quietly, eyes not leaving his.

He nodded and excused himself from the room, following you outside and dropping himself onto one of the benches - taking his hat off for a moment to run his fingers through his curls before sitting it back atop his head. You passed him a beer and sat beside him, shoving your foot lightly against his bare calf.

“So what’s bothering you?” You hummed, taking a sip of your beer.

He frowned. “What do you mean? I’m fine?”

You took his hand and lifted it towards his face, the skin around his fingers pink and scraggly from him picking. “Doesn’t look like it.”

He rolled his eyes playfully but didn’t let go of your hand, his fingers now slipping between yours as if they belonged there. “I hate that you know me so well, y/n.”

“Hmm, you love it.” You squeezed his hand. “Now, talk to me.”

A soft sigh left his lips and he leant back, fiddling with your fingers instead of his own now. “I just think it’s getting a bit much.”

“What is?”

“Everything.” His voice cracked a little. “I’m so tired.”

You shifted a little and pulled him closer, letting him rest his head on your lap - hat discarded on the floor so you could comb your fingers through his hair. Affection like this between the two of you was so normal that the feeling of your touch relaxed him.

“Maybe you just need to take time for yourself for a little while. Get away from it all.”

“That’s what this was supposed to be.” He mumbled.

You smiled softly. “There’s nearly 15 of us here, that’s not time for yourself, silly.”

“I love being around people. I thought this is what I needed… but you’re right, I can’t remember the last time I was really by myself. Work is a lot. Time off is a lot.” He huffed. “I know I’m being ungrateful but-“

“But nothing. You’re one of the most selfless people I know, Dan, you deserve to put yourself first sometimes… you work bloody hard.” Your voice was soothing. “Too hard.”

“I’ve got to, I need to prove that I’m not some has-been. People think that Monza was a fluke and the only reason I won is because of the crash.”

You moved your hand down and brushed your fingers over his cheek. “It’s not you, it’s never been you. The team doesn’t treat you the same as they do Lando, you give them everything and they don’t do the same back. You shouldn’t work yourself to the bone to make them happy… and then when you’re not racing you’re firing off jokes and banter left right and centre because you use humour to cope and mask your struggles.”

His eyes were watery as he looked up at you. “…If the people around me are happy then it makes me happy. That’s what I tell myself, but it just doesn’t seem enough any more. I just feel anxious all the time that one day it’s not… that I’m not going to be enough.”

It broke your heart to hear him talk about himself like this - you always knew he struggled but the past year it had only seemed to have gotten worse. It was only trips like this with his friends or seeing his family that really grounded him and it was scary to hear that not when that helped anymore. You weren’t sure what to do but you’d try anything, because he didn’t deserve to hurt like this.

“You’re enough, you’re more than enough, Daniel… don’t ever doubt that.” You whispered. “You’ll get through this, I know you will. Even if you need to escape from the group for a day or two to clear your head.”

He sat up and looked at you, his hand coming up to rest on your neck - his thumb brushing lightly over the skin. “Come with me?”

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You recharge my batteries, everyone else drains them.” He said, a soft blush on his cheeks. “I… I really like having you around.”

“I like having you around too.” You whispered, breath catching in your throat a little. The way he looked at you made you feel like a giddy teenager all over again.

The smile that took over his face warmed your heart, there was nothing like his trademark sunshine smile that gave you butterflies. “We can just hide in a cabin for a little while… sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. We’ll go tomorrow?”

He nodded. “But there’s one more thing… it’s something that’s been on my mind for a while.”

Before you could speak again, his hand moved to the back of your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss - his lips warm and soft against yours. You’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and this was ten times better. When he pulled back, his eyes flickered across your face - searching for a reaction.

“…it’s been on my mind for a while as well.” You giggled shyly, “You know you could’ve talked to me about it.”

He smiled. “I know, but losing you is one of my biggest fears, y/n. Why do you think I’m always so fidgety when I see you with one of the boys?”

Your cheeks flushed and you took his free hand in yours. “It’s always been you, Daniel.”

The Australian let his forehead rest against yours, his eyes coming to a close. With you, all of his anxieties and worries seemed to fade away - and you kept the fire in his heart lit. He couldn’t put into words how grateful he was for you, but he hoped your little trip away together would be a start.

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Just a lil’ one. Hope you liked it 🧡

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strawberryvanillablast · 1 year

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Hi! May i request Giorno confessing to his crush( fem preferably )?

Let's say his crush has been there for him when he was down and helped him a lot.

Of course! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy reading it!

Through Thick and Thin (Giorno Giovanna X Female!Reader)

He remembered the first time you two met.

It was a chilly autumn night, where the leaves were changing colors and he was shivering from the biting cold despite him wearing such long sleeves. Leaning against one of the school's many balconies, it was definitely one of those melancholy moods where all he could do was just stare at the full moon and reminisce about his life so far. He couldn't help but resent his mother and stepfather whenever he was reminiscing. Even though his hero made them stop their behavior...

"Hey there," A girl's voice pleasantly called out to him. "You okay?"

"Hm?"

He turned to see a girl leaning against another school balcony in the school tracksuit. She had (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone faintly in the pale moonlight with her (e/c) eyes blinking calmly. He only gave a tiny nod before turning to face the rest of the school, the moon still shining.

"You seemed kind of down," The girl continued. "So, I thought to give you some company. After all, looking at the moon is nice with friends to talk to, right?"

He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. A friend, she said? She didn't even know him at all. But he wasn't going to protest much at all if she wanted to think that way. After all, she was right about having a friend to share some time with.

"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, outstretching her hand. "I forgot to introduce myself. My name's [Y/N]. [Y/N] [L/N]. What's yours?"

"I'm Giorno Giovanna," He introduced as he returned her handshake. "It's very nice to meet you too."

From that point onward, the relationship with [Y/N] was a blessing he treasured each and every day. When he was struck with the fever, the only thing that would soothe him was [Y/N]'s smile and laughter. If he had a bad day, seeing and being with [Y/N] cheered him up rapidly.

And he made sure that he would give his all whenever [Y/N] was sick, down, or otherwise not feeling her regular happy-go-lucky self. After all, that's what friends do for each other. Be there for each other both in the good times and the bad.

However, as time slowly went by, it was becoming clear to him that it was more than just friendship he was feeling towards [Y/N]. His heart beating rapidly, the blush rising to his cheeks immediately, butterflies in his stomach.

Giorno Giovanna was in love with [Y/N].

He sighed as he placed an arm over his eyes, reminiscing of the times where [Y/N] was there for him. He remembered his horrible fever, of a dangerous spike in his body temperature, when he saw [Y/N] carrying some snacks to help him while he recovered. He remembered both of them having a nice hairstyle party when his hair inexplicably turned a golden hue. And he remembered the time that he showed his power: turning her pencil into a ladybug and back again.

He sat up in his bed, clenching his fists in determination. He needed to confess to [Y/N] before it was too late, before he had regrets. As a last-minute internal pep talk to himself, he gave himself one glance-over in the mirror.

'I can do this,' He thought, trying to calm himself down. 'I can do this.'

As he walked over to the usual meeting place with [Y/N], he'd not one single clue of the internal turmoil that [Y/N] herself was having. She'd liked Giorno ever since the day she met him and this could have been her last chance to confess. She was nervous, fidgeting, trying to calm herself down.

'I have to confess to him,' [Y/N] thought to herself. 'I have to! Before it turns into regret. After all, he's my greatest friend and I want it to be a little bit more now.'

At the meeting spot, at exactly 3:13 p.m. on a beautiful Friday, Giorno Giovanna and [Y/N] met up to talk about something rather important.

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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if ur requests are open rn will you write something abt gareth’s family and the reader? it can be like meeting them once you’ve started dating or later on or anything. loved ur last fic !! thank u !!!!

i want you to meet my family.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,487

warnings: swearing, reader is anxious and a bit shy, meet-the-family jitters, tooth-rotting fluff, gare being sweet and lovey

a/n: hi!! thank you for your request my sweet!! i’m so happy that you liked my last fic! means the world. i kind of went for a shy and anxious reader, so i hope that’s okay!! for context, i’ve given him: mom, stepdad and two younger sisters. i tried to leave them unnamed so that you can call them whatever you’d like! i hope this turned out like you wanted! <333

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“I want you to meet my family.”

You practically choked on the hot chocolate he’d fixed you. That should’ve been your first clue anyhow. He was buttering you up.

Coughing, Gareth’s hand rubbed and patted your back, the other taking the mug from you and setting it down before you spilled.

His words caught you off guard—god forbid you sit with your boyfriend and not expect anything to happen. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Gare, I’m fine.” You weren’t fine. The waver in your voice gave you away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet Gareth’s family, because you really, really did—what with all he’d told you—and you had this urge to get to know that part of him too. You found it comforting that he wanted you to meet them.

You were just nervous. You weren’t good with new people, and these were more than just people. They were Gareth’s people.

But meeting them only made sense, especially when you could feel yourself falling more and more for him every minute.

The both of you hadn’t been together officially for too long, and had definitely been relishing in the fact that it was just the two of you and there wasn’t any pressure. This, however, was pressure. Lots of it.

“Can you look at me, pretty please?” You shifted, the two of you now sitting cross legged and facing each other on the couch. He held out his hands, which you dramatically slapped, eliciting an ever more dramatic hiss from him, before he clasped your fingers in his.

You focused on the silver ring resting on his middle finger while he spoke to you. “You know I would never want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. But I-I want you to meet my family, because you’re my family too.”

His kind words were flustering you, so you continued to fidget with his ring and started chewing on your bottom lip, biting down in hopes that the sting of tears would go away.

“It doesn’t have to be anything crazy. I’ll bring you home like usual, there will just be other people there. I don’t want you to worry about whether they’ll like you, even though I know you’re going to, but—they wanna meet you too, sweetheart. You’re my whole world, you gotta know that.”

You did. Lifting your head, you met his gaze. His nose scrunched in greeting. You leaned in to kiss it. “Okay. I trust you, Gareth.”

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“Breathe. Here, with me, okay?” Gareth stood with you in the driveway, holding onto you and trying to soothe your nerves.

You knew there was nothing to be scared of. You’d heard nothing but good things about them, about how much they meant to Gareth.

But you couldn’t help that your heart was beating so fast it hurt and your hands were shaking and you felt a little dizzy. There was so much going on in your head—always—and what if they could tell you were a mess? Maybe they’d think you weren’t right for their boy.

Stop, you told yourself. Breathe. Gareth’s gentle hand on your collarbones brought you back. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Will you hold my hand? Please? Please don’t leave me.” He held back a wince at seeing you this way.

“I’m never gonna leave you, my sweet.”

Gareth led you up the few steps to the door and inside, just like any other time you’d been over. Your stomach sunk when you heard voices coming from the kitchen. As if he was reading your thoughts, Gareth turned around and kissed your cheek. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m right here.”

You nodded, afraid your voice would fail you, and he took that as his queue to head off.

Entering the kitchen, you found his stepdad and youngest sister working on a puzzle, both settled at the table. His mother was preparing cookie dough, his other sister sat on the counter beside her, presumably licking cinnamon off of her fingers. From what you could smell, they were snickerdoodles. Those were your favorite.

Gareth tugged you into him, and you hid a little against his side. “Hey, guys,” his voice cut off all other noise in the kitchen, four heads snapping up at once.

Gareth’s mom smiled brilliantly at the sight of you, and she hurried to wipe her hands against the little waist apron she was wearing before tugging it off.

“Hi!” She exclaimed.

The youngest of his sisters leapt from her place on the counter, sprinting to her brother just after his mom made it to him. His mother kissed his cheek, giving him knowing and thrilled eyes. Gareth groaned exaggeratedly as a little body smacked into his legs, “Hi, bubba!”

“Hi, squirt.” He ruffled her hair and you watched in awe, your attention shifting as his mom turned to face you instead.

You let go of Gareth’s hand, trying to be brave because she looked so kind. He took that as a signal to let you. An I’m okay gesture.

This woman was not scary. Her eyes were that same sweet blue as her son’s, her curls just as unruly, though tied up at the base of her neck.

“Hello, my love! It’s so nice to meet you! Can I hug you? Would that be okay?” She raised her hands a little, hopeful.

“Sure you can,” you responded, smiling genuinely. My love, she’d called you. You were suddenly overwhelmed with how nice it felt to be welcomed and cared for so instantaneously.

Gareth’s mother pulled you in for a hug, warm and grateful, swaying you gently in her arms. She pulled back, still smiling, eyes shining with it. Turning her head, she checked that Gareth wasn’t looking—he wasn’t, head bent to look at the puzzle on the table. “You know he never shuts up about you?

“Really?” You grinned at her, feeling your cheeks heat up, but delighted nonetheless.

“Really!” The sound of your joint giggles made Gareth turn around, his stepdad and sisters following his return to you.

“I don’t like the sounds of this.” He said it with a smile anyhow.

“Hey, kiddo.” Gareth’s stepdad found you, and gave you a short, but kind hug. He smelled faintly of cigarettes, yet it was comforting. You caught a glimpse of a tattoo sleeve under the edge of his sweater, and hoped you’d remember to ask about it later.

You hadn’t expected this glasses-clad, teddy-bear-looking man to have tattoos. “It’s true, by the way, he really doesn’t shut up about you.”

Gareth ran a hand down his face and you laughed softly, albeit slightly worried about would he could’ve said.

Both of his sisters approached you at once, the younger with messily braided pigtails, the older with a head full of crazier and more tightly coiled curls than both Gareth and his mother combined.

“You’re very pretty,” the younger one said, holding her arms out for a hug. You obliged her. “He said you were pretty. You are.”

“Thank you. So are you.” She smiled gratefully and looked up at her older sister expectantly.

The latter grinned just as kindly as all of the rest of them, holding out her hand, hoping you’d trust her and take it. “Are you any good at puzzles? Gareth sucks.”

“Hey! I do not.” You chuckled at their banter.

“He does,” she told you, attempting to whisper, before settling on the bench and doling you out some pieces.

The rest of the day went perfectly fine. You’d never felt more at home than you did with Gareth’s family. They welcomed you and loved you immediately and wanted to get to know the person who was making their boy so happy.

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Your car was in the driveway when Gareth pulled up. He wasn’t sure why—he hadn’t asked you over today—not that he was totally upset by it.

He made his way down the hall to the kitchen where your familiar voice rang out.

You looked up at his entrance.

“Hi?” He questioned, tossing his keys on the counter.

He found both of his sisters and you bent over the kitchen table, spreading puzzle glue on yet another puzzle that you’d finished together.

“I know. They called with an invitation and a puzzle completion notice.” You turned to the sister on your left. “Here. If you move around a bit, the light catches and you can check for any spots missing glue. Sound good?” She nodded enthusiastically and you moved away.

Gareth pulled you in for a hug, mumbling a “Sorry,” under his breath.

“‘S okay, really. Also, apparently I’m going to a ballet recital tonight.” Gareth tossed his head back, laughing brilliantly at your situation.

He’d told you they’d love you, and they did. He just thought it was funny that now you had to go through all the things that he did.

But you didn’t mind. Not really. Not when it was your family too.

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Resonance

Alpha!Giyuu x Ubuyashiki!omega!reader

A/n: Reader has colored eyes, I had to give them purple due to the story and how they are Oyakata-sama's sister. Other than that, everything else is you. You are the younger sister as well! A good three years perhaps. I went by some Reddit post I saw of when the Hashiras became Hashiras. It said Giyuu was around 15-16 at the time. I also have it set before Kyojuro became a Hashira. The others will be mentioned as the years go on.

P A S T

The girl was sitting sieza style behind her brother; her nieces and nephew were sitting around her as they tried their best not to fidget too much. Their mother, Amane, was sat next to her as well, sitting the same way as she watched her husband in front of them.

The young leader was speaking with the Hashira Demon Slayers. Familiar faces were present at the meeting, having been there for so long without having to retire or lose their lives. (Y/n) watched slowly, tracing over the faces of those who seemed to be sucked of any light left in their soul.

One of the girls scooted closer to their aunt, a yawn wanting to spill from the girl's mouth. (Y/n) smiled impishly, patting the little girl's head in a soothing manner. She giggled quietly, having four more pairs of eyes watching her and waiting for their turn to be pat on the head.

Just as she finished patting the head of the last quintuplet, Kiriya, her body froze up some, sensing the presence of a new alpha. She froze in her seat, turning around in curiosity. She saw all the same Hashira's, still kneeling and listening intently to what her brother had to say.

Most of the Hashira's were known alphas, a select few betas. But none had ever made her stop in her tracks, none of them really called to her attention. Though for the first time ever, there seemed to be an energy going about the air, a buzzing feeling in the atmosphere that made her nerves spark.

(Y/n) began to pay attention to her brother, squinting her eyes at the bright light that was beaming down on the Hashiras outside in the garden. The engawa was meant to protect the Ubuyashiki family from being out in the sun so much. (Y/n) sat just at the edge from the start of the engawa and the room shoji door frame.

"I would like to introduce a new Hashira. One who was recommended to me by many. He has been through many struggles the same as all of you. I do hope you get along." Kagaya spoke, turning his head to the left as someone walked into the garden.

(Y/n)'s nerves began to buzz, her head tilting from the feeling and hands rubbing against each other to calm the electric feeling moving throughout her body. Kagaya only glanced at his sister's way, feeling her aura change into one that seemed to be buzzing around them.

She was leaning to the side, trying to get a better look at the new Hashira, the 15 year-old's natural curiosity making it way out. The children scooted forward as well, wanting to see what their aunt was so excited to see. Amane only looked at them oddly, wanting to move to get her children to sit back but she didn't want to be disrespectful and interrupt Kagaya.

The sun was bright in her eyes, the light seemingly making the boy's blue, almost black, hair shine. Any bright color seemed to be brighter than it intentionally is. While the maroon side of his haori seemed to be easy to look at, the other side was a bit more complicated. The sun was shining so much that day, a few clouds to paint the sky as a beautiful background.

He stood back up from his bow towards the Hashiras, the boy turning to look at Oyakata-sama. (Y/n) was quick to straighten back up, startling the little 4 year-olds who were following her lead. All of them suddenly looked forward again, waiting for their father/brother to say something once more.

(Y/n) kept her eyes on the brightly covered boy, in a trance almost at how much his aura seemed to be calling to her. She looked off to the side once more, all the children watching her closely as they scooted on their knees closer to her. She gave them a smile, trying to get them to understand she was okay.

When she looked back up, her breath got caught in her throat. He had blue eyes, the color clear as the sun beamed down on them. Her eyes went wide, for once not slit as she tried to see through the sun's rays. She straightened her back as much as she could, trying to get the buzzing feeling to move evenly through her body.

Giyuu had looked behind Oyakata-sama once he had finished introducing the boy. He had begun to feel warm, but not from the sun. It was a content feeling, his ever lasting depression seemed to be pushed down and over powered by it. He had felt the strange buzzing feeling the moment he stepped foot into the garden, eyes glancing over all the Hashiras thinking maybe it was their auras that gave off the buzzing.

But when the 15 year old couldn't pinpoint it from any of the people in front of him, he had turned giving the Demon Slayer leader a bow before glancing at the family that was behind him. The man himself was an omega, a known fact among the Demon Slayers. It was also known that those born into the Ubuyashiki family were always born omegas.

The role seemed to be stuck permanently in the family, the universe just knowing that the family itself were sickly people; maybe thinking that they were in need to someone bigger to take care of them. Though after eras of the Ubuyashiki family being leaders of the Demon Slayer corps, they were anything but that. They were respected, they were followed as leaders. There was nothing omega like about how they inspired people, but maybe it just had to do with their psychic.

Giyuu was quick to find the buzzing was coming from behind Oyakata-sama, a vibration going on around the air around the girl behind him. She had been looking at the children that sat down next to her, a turn of her lips from what he could see from her side profile.

She had turned back towards the garden, her eyes catching with his which made him flinch just the tiniest bits. His eyebrows jumped, eyes growing wide for just a fraction of a second. He took notice of how she seemed to freeze as well, back becoming straight from her old position and eyes sparkling with something he couldn't tell from the distance.

His eyes turned back towards Oyakata-sama though, his movement's catching the boy's attention. He didn't want to be caught staring at one of Oyakata-sama's family members, didn't want to come off as rude.

"(Y/n)," Kagaya spoke, turning around to get his sister's attention.

"Yes, brother?"

"Could you help me say hello to the new Hashira?" He smiled, his pale eyes seemingly feeling as though he knew exactly what it was she was feeling. He hadn't gone fully blind yet, but it was getting there.

"Of course." Kagura stood up slowly from sitting on her knees, not wanting to get light headed.

She gave Katana a smile, hands pulling from her kimono to grip onto the umbrella the little girl had stretched to give her. Her sandals clicked against the engawa's floor once she had gotten them on, seemingly trying hard not to look back over at the boy as she watched her sister-in-law help her brother up.

Kagaya gave his sister a sarcastic smile, hand held out as she wrapped her's around it. She opened the umbrella and took a step off the engawa, holding tightly onto her brother as he took steps down as well. They began their walk towards the other Hashira's, the Demon Slayers all taking a knee once more as their leader grew closer.

"You're buzzing." Kagaya whispered, stifling a laugh as his sister clenched onto his arm a bit tighter.

"I know."

"It's getting louder." He continued to tease, smiling bright when they reached the kneeling boy he was heading for.

"I know." (Y/n) harshly whispered, bumping her body just a bit to get Kagaya to stop talking about it.

"I hope you find peace here." Kagaya blessed the boy before looking up at all the other Hashiras. "I do hope you all except Giyuu Tomioka. May you all get along swell."

They began to rise, Giyuu stayed looking down the sibling's feet. Once he heard that everyone had risen, he raised his head, eyes clashing with pale purple as they seemed to stare down at him. As he began to rise, her eyes followed his. She was humming, not from her throat but rather from her aura. There was a soft sound coming from her, one that Giyuu found to be rather soothing.

While Giyuu was able to hear the humming, everyone else only seemed to get a buzzing vibration. A vibration most have to determine whether one was an alpha, omega, or beta. It seemed to have intensified though, once the two got closer together.

"This meeting is dismissed. Thank you all for attending." Kagaya spoke to his slayers, smiling at them as they each gave him a bow. "I do hope you all will take the time to get to know, Giyuu."

As Kagaya moved to turn him and his sister around, Giyuu suddenly let out a hum, quickly looking around wondering if anyone had took notice. He turned red, ashamed that noise came out from him. Though it seemed the only one who noticed was (Y/n). The girl snapped her head to look at him, a smile gracing her lips.

His eyes once more seemed to grow wide, taking notice the same hum came from her as well. Sounding exactly like the one he seemed to let out, maybe just a bit louder. It was a resonance almost, the sound bouncing back towards him, intended to be louder just for him to hear. There was a smile slipping onto his lips, the sound casting a trance on him.

Though it was short lasted, seeing as another Hashira suddenly smacked the boy's back causing him to stumble forward from the impact.

"Not very flamboyant of you!" The large older male laughed heartily, Giyuu suddenly becoming stoic as he turned around to face the circle of all the Hashiras.

"Welcome," A girl his age spoke, giving him a small bow. "I hope we are all able to work together."

Giyuu nodded her way, taking one last glance over his shoulder. The shoji door was closing, but just before it did; the girl looked at him, the humming drifting back towards his ears. He didn't show much of his emotions, but as he turned back to speak with the fellow Hashiras his body continued to lowly hum. And he enjoyed it very much.

It was a few weeks later when Giyuu seemed to run into the humming once more. He was asked to send in his reports for the past couple of months, Oyakata-sama asking for them personally. The boy showed no real emotion when it came to seeing him, however on the inside he was excited to see the girl again, his humming becoming louder the closer he got to the Ubuyashiki estate.

There was a maid standing with her hands holding onto a rather large umbrella. The girl she was covering seemed to be running her hands against the water in a small pond outside. She was buzzing again, the humming tune catching on Giyuu's ears.

She seemed to have noticed him as well, as she looked up from the fish and towards her general direction. She gave a bright smile, her eyes practically closed from her need to squint outside. The girl stood up and brushed her hands against the fabric of her clothing.

The boy stopped short of just entering the home, turning his body completely to watch as the girl conversed with the maid and then proceeded to take the umbrella from her. He began to internally panic as she made her way towards him, eyes moving to look anywhere but at the girl as she reached him.

"Hello." The girl bowed, smiling softly at him. Giyuu was stuck in a trance, humming along with the tune the girl seemed to give off. He did question it for a bit, wondering why his body seemed to be doing it on its own. He would assume it had to do with their physical statuses.

"Hello." Giyuu softly spoke back, giving the girl a bow as well. He had his hand on his blade, the girl's eyes following it. She looked back up at his blue eyes, body relaxing as they stared at each other.

"Are you here to see my brother, Giyuu-san?" (Y/n) asked, clenching just a bit more onto the umbrella she held.

"Yes." Giyuu answered. "I am to report my findings from these last few weeks."

(Y/n) gave him a nod and smile.

"I'll take you to him."

The girl turned around, her sandal feet clicking along the ground as Giyuu followed after her.

"If I may ask," Giyuu began, hearing a hum in return. "What is your physical status?"

(Y/n) stopped for a moment, turning to look at the boy with a confused frown.

"I mean, wouldn't you be able to tell?"

"I can," Giyuu explained. "Even if I didn't already know."

"It's just, there's a humming coming from you. I didn't know if it was something else having to do with your physical status."

"No, I'm an omega." (Y/n) answered, moving along once more to round the house. "Though I can ask you that too. You give off the same humming."

Giyuu tilted his head in confusion as well, wondering why no one else seemed to have mentioned it.

"Ah! Giyuu, thank you for coming." Both of the teens turned to face Oyakata-sama who sat inside the room that led to the garden.

The boy gave the man a bow, glancing at (Y/n) when he noticed she didn't. Instead she seemed to be in thought staring at her brother.

"Would you like to stay (Y/n)?" Kagaya asked his sister, but the girl shook her head.

"No, thank you." She glanced at Giyuu. "I'll be inside for a bit, the heat is burning me a bit."

Kagaya nod his head in her direction, turning to look back at the young Hashira.

"Shall we begin?"

Giyuu spent a good hour talking with the leader of the Demon Slayers, explaining everything he had learned from his time spent going on missions. In return, Kagaya gave the boy praise, thanking him for working so hard in the Corps. He also explained to Giyuu that in a few days time there would be another Hashira meeting, this small and for those who could attend.

It was only to introduce a new Hashira; a flame user, as Kagaya told the boy.

"Giyuu," Kagaya stopped the boy, before he stood up to leave. "My sister told me about this humming she hears coming from you."

Giyuu frowned his eyebrows, tilting his head as he did not know how to answer the older man.

"Yes," The boy explained. "It started the day I met all the other Hashiras. It's...um....very noticeable when I am near your family."

The boy didn't want to offend the man, so he instead decided not to explain that it was only noticeable when he was near the leader's sister. He didn't want to seem like a troublesome Hashira who was trying to get with the Oyakata-sama's sister.

"Is it?" Kagaya hummed, the man speaking as though he didn't know what it meant but he for sure knew. He was scheming in his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"Giyuu," The man began. "My sister has told me that she would love to go out into town soon. Would you be kind enough to invite her? Join her on a walk out into the town?"

The boy flushed red, tilting his head when he didn't know what to say. He had never been out with a girl, much less one who seemed to call his attention. He was much too busy, these kinds of things never really spoke to him. Maybe it was because the leader himself was asking him to do something, but it made Giyuu think about something other than survival for the first time.

"I shall try my best."

With one last bow, Giyuu opened the shoji doors that led to the engawa, raising a brow when he noticed the Ubuyashiki girl sitting outside under the shade. He walked up to her, sitting comfortably down on his knees and placing his sword off to the side.

"I thought you were going to rest inside."

(Y/n) turned to give him a smile, fingers fiddling with some fabric that seemed to be in her lap. It was bright white, thoroughly washed to keep it bright. There was purple and green thread throughout it, the boy taking notice they were wisteria flowers embroidered into the fabric.

"I did," (Y/n) answered the boy. "Do you not realize how long you two took?"

Giyuu glanced out of the engawa, looking around at the sun to notice its position had shifted.

"I guess you are right." He cleared his throat, cheeks burning red when he looked at her embroidering more flowers onto the fabric. "Giyuu Tomioka."

(Y/n) stopped her needle work, looking over at him. She took in his bright eyes that he used to express himself. His lips were in a neutral line, his facial structure not giving much to his thoughts.

"Ubuyashiki (Y/n)." She told the boy. "It's very nice to meet you."

"What is it you are doing?"

(Y/n) picked up the fabric, the boy noticing that it was a haori she had been working on. He noticed the girl had a sad smile on her face as her eyes glazed over.

"I'm making a haori for myself." She told the boy. "Just something to keep me occupied."

She had a somber aura to her now, the boy taking note of how he seemed to know what the girl was feeling. As she went back to moving the needle along the covering, he suddenly remembered what Oyakata-sama had asked of him.

"(Y/n)," He started. "Would you like to go out into town with me? Your brother told me that you wished to go out."

(Y/n) squeaked some, flushing from the boy's question. She was so occupied with being flustered that she failed to remember she had a needle in her hands. She yelped once more, hand quickly moving from the white fabric to avoid being stained.

Giyuu's eyes went wide, the boy moving swiftly to take a hold of her hand without asking. (Y/n) seemed to blush even more, watching as the boy fussed over her hand and made sure she was fine.

"It was only a small prick. Nothing too serious." The boy told her, glancing up at her face before letting go of her hand.

"Ah...it's nothing to worry about. I'm used to pricking myself." She giggled, turning on her knees to face Giyuu.

"I would love to go out into town with you, by the way." She spoke. She took a glance at the afternoon sun, squinting her eyes just a bit.

"I think it would be best to go when the sun isn't so strong. My eyes start to hurt if I'm outside when it's too bright."

Giyuu gave the girl a nod, his eyes blazing with happiness if you were looking into them. His face remained the same though, but the girl knew he was happy with the date just as much as she was.

"I shall see you then."

"He wants to take a walk out in the town."

"With you?" Kagaya asked in an incredulous voice.

"Kagaya!" (Y/n) yelled, waving her hand in front of her brother's face as she closed her eyes to evade embarrassment.

"Don't mock your sister, dear." Amane scold softly at her husband.

"Sorry." Kagaya chuckled, hand moving to hide his mouth in a polite manner. He suddenly looked down, smile turning small as he sighed.

"Are you sure it's safe to go out?" Kagaya asked her, his older brother nature showing. He did ask the boy to take his sister out, but she didn't need to know about that. For now he will play the part of the worried brother.

"It's only the town Onii-Chan." (Y/n) smiled at him. "I won't go far."

"Well very good that he knows better. If he was to let you get hurt I would have to demote him from Hashira." Kagaya joked. "Alpha or not."

"Yes, yes. You are still Oyakata-sama." (Y/n) rolled her eyes. "Shame for the poor boy."

"Shame indeed."

(Y/n) squinted her eyes at her older brother, before easing down and sagging her shoulders. She took a glance at Amane, who seemed to be gathering the tea.

"Why haven't I been given a husband?" She asked him, watching as Kagaya smiled somberly. "Our family have always married young. Why am I different?"

"As much as I would love to say you aren't." Kagaya began. "You very much are."

"You're weak, yes. As much as you want to, you can't pick up a sword the same way our slayers can. You can't go out of the estate without help, for fear of a fainting spell outside the compound. Your eyes are much too sensitive to the sun that you have to wear bandages or go out in an umbrella."

(Y/n) looked down, sighing as she clenched her hands into fists in her lap.

"However you don't have the curse mark." She looked up at her brother, eyes moving over his marred skin that folded over his eyes.

She remembers the time it first started, an agonizing pain that had her brother withering from it in his teen years. She remembers it so vividly because she too would cry with him, worried she was that much closer to loosing her big brother.

In remembering, she knows it's been years since her brother started to loose his sight. Meaning if her brother started at a certain age it would be normal if she was to gain that same experience too. The Ubuyashiki family was cursed. All meant to suffer the same thing.

"I believe something is going to change." He spoke, looking out the engawa door and to the courtyard outside. "When I noticed you were not showing signs of the curse mark, I decided then that I wanted you to experience love yourself. I didn't want to choose those things for you."

"But what if you're wrong, Kagaya? What if I'm still cursed? Maybe it's delaying to manifest or something."

"When have I ever been wrong, (Y/n)?" Kagaya teased, smiling down at his sister for he knew he was right.

(Y/n) straightened her back, taking a deep breath while she looked over her sickly brother.

"As well, do you remember how you told me about hearing a humming sound for the Water Pillar?" Kagaya asked. The girl gave her brother a nod, frowning her eyebrows as she waited to hi to explained it to her.

"While not rare, it isn't common either to find someone who hums. Do you do it as well?" (Y/n) nodded her head.

"That is something that is caused by a person's physical status."

"What does it mean, though?"

"It means you are compatible with that person." All the girl did was frown her eyebrows, even more confused with her brother.

"I still don't get it." Kagaya rolled his eyes, chuckling at how his sibling was clueless.

"Being compatible with someone means that your body is more than likely fit to be with that person. In a sense, you are destined to be with that person." The girl's eyes went wide, face becoming red.

"Like, soulmates?" She inquired. Kagaya laughed joyfully, his smile bright as he looked at his sister with whatever remaining sight her had left.

"Exactly like that!"

"Do you hear the humming with Amane?" Kagaya let out a sad sigh, smiling softly.

"No," He answered. "And that is what makes you so special."

(Y/n) only looked at her brother oddly.

"You are the first, in over a thousand years, to ever hear the humming of a destined mate within the Ubuyashiki family." Kagaya had a far away look on his face, thoughts on the future as he almost teared up about it. "The sun is moving. The night will come to an end, as it always does."

P R E S E N T

(Y/n) had been spending her nighttime routine unfolding her futon. Everyone in the estate was getting ready for bed, moving about, finishing the last of their chores. Her brother was already asleep, his family resting as well. Though there was something keeping the girl up, a humming sound that was getting closer by the minute.

She stood from her futon, walking to the door that led to her engawa part of the home. With the sliding door halfway open, (Y/n) smiled softly at the loud humming that was coming from outside. She could see his silhouette coming closer with the dimly lit lanterns. His head was down, as it normally is when he would come around. She found it odd, to watch him walking into the headquarters this late at night, but something must have happened that made him come.

"Giyuu." (Y/n) whispered, gasping softly when the boy seemed to drop his head on her shoulder. He sighed deeply, listening in to the humming that she was giving. Giyuu nuzzled his nose into her neck, her fingers running through his hair, messaging his scalp.

"I have urgent news to tell Oyakata-sama." Giyuu pulled back from the girl, staring down into her purple eyes. He found them bright, even if it was dark out. They stood out much more than Oyakata-sama, the man's light due to the blindness. But hers were always bright, they always twinkled when they looked at him too. He found solace in them; comfort.

"He's sleeping right now." (Y/n) told him, frowning her eyebrows. She could see his worried eyes. He was stressed about something, whatever it was had him clenching his jaw. "I can have Amane wake him if you must tell him now."

"That would be best." Giyuu told her. Before she went on her way to her brother's room, she raised a hand up to Giyuu, placing it on his cheek.

"Giyuu, you need rest." She told him. The man only sighed, rubbing his cheek along her touch. He swallowed the spit that had built up, looking down at his soulmate.

"I spared a demon." (Y/n) didn't move her hand, she only looked at him with a confused stare. She was surprised sure, but this was Giyuu. She had known him since she was 15. He had never spared a demon, so if he did this one, it must've meant something.

"Do you not hate me?"

"Why would I?" (Y/n) frowned. "You are a hashira for a reason. I'm sure there's more to it than just sparing a demon."

"She protected her brother." Giyuu explained. "The brother protected her."

"What did you do?"

"I sent them to Urokodaki. He wanted to find a cure for her." Giyuu answered. "So I sent him to become a slayer."

(Y/n) gave a shaky breath but still pulled the boy's head down to place her forehead on his. Giyuu softly placed his hands on the girl's waist, moving his hands along to her back. They stepped closer to each other, breaths mingling.

"I'm sure you did the right thing." (Y/n) spoke to him. "And I'm sure my brother will say the same thing." She moved back, looking up at him.

"The sun is moving. The night will come to an end as it always does."

Giyuu's mouth twitched, the boy lowering his head to dip his lips closer to (Y/n)'s. She smiled softly into the kiss, melting into the bliss that befell her. The tune that sang softly from both of them was in sync. It created a warm feeling in them. Their matching songs bring joy to their hearts as they kiss.

Things were different with this girl for Giyuu. Ever since that day-the day he became a hashira- things didn't look so dull to him. And yes, the moon looked very beautiful every time he was in her arms.

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Grovyle and Celebi have a 'chat'

Yall wanted more angst? No? Too bad!

Written By Oblonger

The trees and grass were stuck in limbo. moved and flattened from a breeze. It would look like a beautiful painting. were it not for the lack of color, and it being a constant reminder of where Grovyle was. Twig slept peacefully next to him as he sat under a tree. The first time she’d slept for this long in, Days maybe? It was hard to tell when there wasn’t anything to reference. Grovyle certainly felt like he hadn’t slept in days. But it’s not as though he knew anything different at this point. He needed to be constantly alert. Any moment he got complacent they could be ambushed. He had to do it for Twig. She couldn’t defend herself. And Dusknoir had made it quite clear what his intentions were if he got a hold of her.Something in the air shifted. Normally an unnoticeable difference, setting off alarm bells in Grovyle’s head. The leaves on his arms sharpened. His muscles tightened. He was prepared to run at any moment, and fight if necessary.He could faintly hear the sound of wings approaching. It felt soothing to hear something so familiar in this world where nothing made sense. He relaxed as Celebi came into sight from out of the nearby trees.“There you are honey!~” Despite their situation, Celebi tried to remain a source of positivity.He knew that it was an act. How could it not? It would be concerning if it wasn’t. But Grovyle could tell that this time it was different. That something was deeply wrong.She didn’t want to address it right away. She would have already made it known if their lives were in immediate danger.“Nearly gave me a heart attack there.” Grovyle sarcastically stated. “Maybe try and make the time rifts show up closer so i don’t have to wait and see who’s approaching?” Grovyle playfully added, hoping the first statement didn’t sound irate. He often tried to reciprocate Celebi’s positivity. Even if it wasn’t real from either party.Celebi nervously chuckled. A clear sign that something heavy was on her mind. “Well, it’s a bit hard to be precise when you’re managing the flow of time!” That last part felt… Off. She chuckled again. It couldn’t be more obvious something was wrong.Grovyle could ignore his own problems until hell froze over. But he wouldn’t accept that anyone he cares for is doing the same.“What’s wrong?” Grovyle directly asked.Celebi flinched. Her disposition instantly changed to something almost… Mournful? She fidgeted her hands together and her eyes wandered away from Grovyle.“I… I need to talk to you… Alone.”Grovyle’s concern only grew. they would openly discuss life threatening situations in front of Twig constantly. Even if she didn’t understand what they said, she still understood the gravity of the situation. What was so serious that Twig couldn’t be included in the off chance she did know what they were saying?“She’ll be safe. Our… Chat wont take long.” Celebi attempted to reassure Grovyle. The reassurance fell flat, upon seeing the expression of sorrow that flashed across Celebi’s face when she briefly considered what word to use. But he trusted Celebi with his life. She could see into the future, and let him know of any dangers. If she says that Twig will be safe, then she’ll be safe.Grovyle pulled himself up and followed Celebi as she flew towards a nearby clearing. Grovyle stayed near the edge of it. Close enough to where He could hear Twig if something was wrong. He didn’t distrust Celebi, but being so far from her put him on edge.“Alright, What’s on your mind?” Grovyle wanted to know what was wrong. The possibility that he might unavoidably die crossed his mind. That was okay with him. He’d long since accepted that he might die. As long as Twig was safe, and the world would be saved, then Grovyle would gladly die a thousand times over. Celebi turned to face him. She looked very tired and scared.“I have to be honest with you. I looked into the future and… It’s pretty dire.”She was clearly trying to underplay just how bad of a situation they were in, but Grovyle knew that they would survive.“I know. But we’ve been through worse.” Grovyle said. Hoping it sounded reassuring, instead of dismissive.Celebi looked at him with thorough worry.“No, this… This is different.”Grovyle could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. The gravity of the situation was beginning to make itself known. Celebi made a point to never cry in front of him, always running away if she began to. This was that bad.“I’ve looked at so many futures and…” She paused. The way she said that made her exhaustion clear. Tears were already being shed by Celebi. “Every single one leads to the same thing.”Grovyle flinched. “But… that’s not how that works…”He didn’t understand how time works a whole lot, especially given the current circumstances. But he did know that the future isn’t set in stone.“Well,” Celebi was doing everything she can to not look Grovyle in the eye. “It’s not exactly the same, but the result is.”Grovyle’s brow furrowed.“No matter what I say or do, I always get sealed away by Dusknoir and he… Gets you two…”Grovyle felt his heart skip a beat. Oh… This was REALLY that bad.Celebi’s tears were really flowing now. She was putting most of her energy into not completely breaking down into incoherent sobbing.“ I-I can delay it. B-but I can’t stop it from happening.” Grovyle felt sick. Everything he had ever done was going to amount to nothing.No. He couldn’t accept that. He would, no, he WILL fight till his last breath to make sure that Twig is safe and that the dark future is reversed.Grovyle pondered for a moment. “Then why don’t you open a rift and take us to the past? Dusknoir can’t follow us there.”Celebi shook her head and hugged herself with her arms. “I can’t. I’ve used up too much power already. A-at most I could take us back by about an hour.”Celebi was already pressed for strength from managing the flow of time, and even then it’s not enough to undo even a fraction of the damage.That wasn’t an option.Grovyle thought for another moment. “Is there any way we can defend ourselves? Surely we can fight back.”Celebi shook her head harder, flinging tears in either direction. “We lose. They… They overpower us. We-” She hyperventilated “We can’t win.”Grovyle could feel tears beginning to sting his eyes. He doesn’t remember the last time he cried. It felt like the world was crumbling around him. “W-Well, there must be something we can do! Maybe we can find another ally or, set up a trap or something!” Grovyle looked at Celebi. He had accepted his death. But Twig’s? The image of her dying before she even had a chance to live… He pushed the thought away. He cannot accept that there isn’t hope. Grovyle steeled himself. “There has to be something we can do!”Celebi looked away from him. She looked like she would have a mental breakdown any second. “Th-… There is one thing.”Normally Grovyle would feel relieved, but seeing Celebi’s expression filled him with the deepest dread.Celebi finally looked at Grovyle after breathing shakily for a few moments. “You…” The words getting caught in her throat. “You have to kill me.”Grovyle’s blood ran cold. It felt like time had stopped around him. Ironic.“Wh-… What?” Grovyle finally mustered his pathetic response.Celebi didn’t say anything. She simply nodded.Grovyle placed his palm on his temple. His head began spinning. “But-, but that’s not possible! Legends can’t… Can they?“ he felt like the ground would give out beneath him.Celebi whimpered and nodded again.Grovyle was silent. Even the very concept of a literal force of nature being able to die… It doesn’t feel real.Celebi managed to talk before Grovyle could chastise her for coming up with such an obviously stupid plan.“Legends can die…” Celebi hyperventilated whenever she stopped speaking. “Th-they can only die b-by the h-hands of a mortal.”Grovyle felt frozen. His tears flowing down his face were the only thing that moved. In his mind, he desperately prayed to whoever would listen, that what was happening right now was a nightmare, and that he would wake up.“The… The mortal that kills them… I-is… They get given their powers.”The weight of everything Celebi had said came crashing crashing down on him. Grovyle stumbled. His legs had given out beneath him and he caught himself on the nearest tree. Grovyle didn’t want to believe her. But, how couldn’t he? At all times the only thoughts on her mind were of reversing the dark future and making sure that Twig and Him would survive. She had never lied to him. All of the different reasons for why she might be lying rushed through his mind. Every single one being shot down by the fact that Celebi had never led him astray. A phrase repeatedly screamed in his head, it felt like he was having a migraine.“She’s telling the truth.”Grovyle managed to stand back up. “N-no, there-. There must be something, anything else we can do. I… I can’t-” Grovyle’s voice cracked.“No!” Celebi sobbed“Everything else, I-it always ends up with you or Twig dead first a-and the other shortly after!” Celebi put her face in her hands and sobbed before looking back up at Grovyle “Th-this is the only thing we can do. Only you are able to keep Twig s-safe and reverse the dark future!”Grovyle felt like his chest would cave in. He wanted to do anything else. He wanted to suggest any number of plans that don’t involve killing his only other friend. But he knew better than to ignore Celebi’s warnings. Celebi suddenly flew forward and hugged Grovyle. Her sobbing muffled by his chest. Grovyle hugged her back. Making sure his tears fell upon the ground, and not on her. They don’t know how long they spent like this. Finally Celebi pulled away, still crying but not hyperventilating as much.He looked back at where Twig was. She still slept peacefully on the ground. He didn’t want to do it. But this was the only option. This is the only way to protect her and reverse the dark future.Finally, Grovyle looked at Celebi.“A-are you sure about this?” The words only barely escaped past the lump in his throat. Coming out as barely louder than a whisper.Celebi looked away and shut her eyes.“No.” Her voice shook with despair. “But w-we don’t have a choice.”Grovyle clenched his fists. His claws pierced the skin on his palms, he could feel blood begin dripping from them. He couldn’t care about that right now.Grovyle couldn’t muster anything else to say. He slammed his eyes shut. He can’t watch what happens next.“I love you.” Celebi whispered.It hurt so much, but he had to do it. Grovyle took in one long, shaky breath. The leaves on his arms sharpened.

Personally I think Grovyle would require some more convincing than this, but I feel its good enough. (killing the perfectionist in me rn)

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SoapxGhost pt4

"Warmin' yer hands"

“Where’s Soap?”

The lips of Price formed a hard line as he seemed to frown at Ghost’s question, like he had been expecting it but did not want to hear it. It had been 3 days since Ghost woke up with a feisty fever. In the last 3 days, the nurse came by every now and then to bring meds and do a routinely checkup. And in this time, neither Soap nor Gaz showed up to wish Ghost well.

Don’t get him wrong, Ghost hated to play the victims role, neither did he like to dwell in self-pity. (Except during some night watch shifts, but that was something else.) But it was very unusual for Soap not to show up at all. It was worrying, and the way Price acted whenever Ghost brought the Sergeant up did not ease Ghost’s overthinking mind.

Did something happen? Did they even know that he was sick? Where were they? Was Johnny ok?

“He is fine, son. Don’t-“

“I didn’t ask if he was ok. Where is he? And Gaz? All of them, for that matter.” Ghost could not muster up the strength to yell, his voice nothing but a low grumble of frustration. The soreness made his words sound rough. It reminded him of Soap and how his accent seemed to thicken when out of breath. More of a growling than actual human words.

Price cleared his throat and bit down on the inside of his cheek. He was evaluating the situation. Frustrated sick Simon Riley could only hold his gaze. Ghost would have insisted further, going on Price’ nerve until he would have his answers. But Simon was more patient, more trustful.

The gravelly voice of the captain was more soothing than Simon had expected it to be. He sounded defeated as he said that both Soap and Gaz were here at the base. They had been sent out on a seeming quick mission the day Ghost had gotten sick. There were complications, miscommunication to be exact and the team had gotten under fire. The mission resulted in a success but their target had stocked up on weapons and explosives, severely injuring the team. Including Soap and Gaz.

“A grenade set off too close to their cover.”

Simon had expected Price to fidget around, to be uncomfortable and stressed repeating the incident. But he had underestimated his captain, as Price was still talking in his soothing voice.

He tried to break it to Simon gently.

A hot wave rushed through Simon’s body. His heart dropped. Unable to blame it on either fever or anxiety, all Simon could do was stare at his superior. Price, with his gentle eyes and soothing voice. The stupid father figure Simon secretly always saw in him. With his stupid bucket hat.

“Don’t worry, son. Both are fine, but I ordered them to stay at the infirmary for a few more days. It was a quiet violent blow they have taken.” His brown beard jumped slightly as he pressed his lips into a thin smile. “But you know them. Most resilient muppets ever.” He huffed a laugh and shook his head, standing up with a slap to his thighs. “You can imagine the rant I had to endure as soon as Soap had found out you’re sick and he wasn’t allowed to leave bed.”

Simon just nodded, smiling softly. The short shock had knocked out the air of him, but his friends were fine. They were alive, gods, they probably got on Price’s nerves whenever he paid them a visit. The thick Scottish accent and Gaz’ sarcasm was the perfect mix to drive someone insane. They always got their way, specially Soap.

It pained Simon on how much he missed the angry, Scottish noises every time something did not go according to plan. According to Soaps plan, at least.

“I’ll get going now. I hope I eased your mind?” With one hand around the doorknob, Price looked at Simon with a raised eyebrow. Another nod. Simon swallowed down his anxiety while his throat scratched in the most unpleasant way possible. “Thanks, Price.”

He had been alone for at least two hours now. While Price had left, a nurse pushed past him to bring Ghost another pot of steaming tea. Sipping on said tea, Ghost had snuggled himself between pillows and blankets to watch a replay of last week’s football match.

England had been out a few weeks ago but that did not kill Simon’s interest, on the contrary. He was trying to figure out if the world cup was a faux where only the richest would win, OR if the teams had to merely rely on their skills.

Soap used to play football as well. A goalie to be exact. Sometimes between missions Soap would digress and talk about how the sport brings people together and is wonderful for teambuilding. He would continue to rant about certain matches, his accent getting so bad Ghost had to hold back his amusement.

Sometimes he did not understand a single word Soap was saying. Soap had to be reminded a lot to “just speak English, please”. Especially when Soap was led by raw emotion. Most of the time it was gentle bantering where he lost himself in his playfulness, but apparently Soap’s accent gets horribly bad when he’s mad.

Ghost had not witnessed Soap losing his marbles yet, Gaz on the other hand has. Multiple times. And he was making sure Ghost would know every detail, once Johnny only saw red. Soap, for some reason unknown, never spoke about his outbursts. Which made Gaz even more talkative.

“Don’t forget he has an entire room for himself! I swear he must be sucking Price good if he gets such special treatment!”

“You're doing my nut in!” Johnny’s fist slammed down on the cheap wooden table. Suddenly, the cafeteria went silent. The buzzing of conversations from just seconds ago had died down, wide eyes staring at Soap was all that’s left. But Soap didn’t care. All he cared about was that group of rookies sitting across his table. They were looking at him, afraid for an obvious reason.

Ghost couldn’t imagine Soap angry, but according to Gaz he had been furious. “Downright terrifying. I thought he would smash his head in! For a second it seemed he was switched out with some angry pit bull!” Ghost still wished he had witnessed this himself, but if he was honest, the rookies wouldn’t have done it if he would have been present.

Gaz had seemed so excited to tell Ghost about what had happened a week after Hasan has been KIA. They still sometimes talk about it, mostly to annoy Soap with.

Soap had jumped up from his seat, fist starting to prickle with pain. He stared the rookies down, waiting for them to say something. To repeat what they just had joked about. What they just had said about Ghost. Simon. “Yer bums oot the windae! Dae ye even have a clue o' who he is? Or whit he has done?”

Gaz placed a hand on his back, a weak attempt to calm the Scotsman down. Soap had jerked away from the calming gesture, instead making his way over to the rookies. They seemed terrified, panic spreading on their table as Soap closed the distance between them with slow steps. He breathed in deeply to try and calm his mind. He stops, leaning down a little as he stared the guy down who started all the ranting. Trying his best to calm his anger, his next words were slow and deep, silent. But he knew the rookies understood him loud and clear. “Watch yer pumpin' mouth before I will make ye shut it forever.”

He placed a hand on the jaw of the frightened man, squeezing. “Am I clear?” Slow, rough words. Soap’s plan had worked out exactly like he hoped, as the rookie nodded his head harshly. Voice cracking, nothing more than a silent whimpering as the Scot nearly crushed his jaw. “Sir, yes, Sir!”

Ghost chuckled to himself at the thought of a furious Soap. The entire thing naturally flattered him greatly and he even spoke his thanks to the Sergeant once he got the chance. He didn’t expect his friends to stand up for him but Johnny did it either way. Without hesitation, not expecting any recognition. He apparently was just doing the right thing.

“Is there something like an English-to-Scottish Translator?” It had made Ghost choke back a laughter. Gaz just smirked as he threw the question into the room. Obviously, Soap got into trouble for making suck a ruckus, but Price had such a big soft spot for Soap, the penalty he ended up with what could’ve been consider nothing.

“I want you to create a schedule for our rookies. Laps, stretching, workout. Seems like you make a good drill sergeant. Now it’s time for you to shine.” Price smirked, crossing his arms as Soap’s cheeks warmed.

Simon’s gaze wandered over his room’s door. He scratched his chin, a few stubbles making themselves present. Would anyone notice if he quickly left his room to find his friends? Before overthinking, he snatched his mask from the bedside table and wobbly stood up from his bed. Once he left the warmth of his sheets an immediate shiver ran through his body. Goosebumps littering his skin.

“Fucking-” Ghost pulled his mask over his face and grabbed one of his lighter blankets. He threw it over his shoulders and made slow, yet steady, steps towards the door. It would be a quick visit, but he wanted to see him them.

A knock. Ghost froze in his track. His hand barely above the doorknob as the door slowly creaked open.

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Can't fight this feeling IV

Jim Hopper x Wheeler!reader

Synopsis: A reader insert where the reader is Mike’s oldest sister, who has already graduated and works at the police station. She has always been infatuated with Hopper, and he seems to be quite taken with her as well. This part takes place in season 1 episode 5

Word count: 4.2k+

Warnings: swearing probably. Talk of funerals and dead bodies. A character learns how to shoot a gun, in probably too much depth. My bad writing/different writing styles from different times I added to the chapter. Age gap relationship. And eventual Stranger Things canon gore.

A/n: It has been a very long two years since my last update. I was honestly so uninspired because the show wasn't on and I wasn't getting any new content. Besides that, I was busy with school and life, as well as not knowing how to end this chapter. But here it is. Let me know if you no longer want to be tagged in this, or if you're new and want to be added to the taglist. I'm already a few paragraphs into part 5.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

After a restless night, I barely slept a wink because I was too busy thinking about the Byers’ and Hop, my alarm goes off informing me that it’s time to get ready for the funeral. Will’s funeral. A part of me keeps thinking that he’s not actually dead, especially since Mike seems more anxious than upset as he fidgets at the breakfast table.

I put on my black dress and heels in a blur, not even registering that I’m going through the motions until I’m standing fully dressed in front of my mirror. Mike comes in a few minutes later and asks me for help with his tie; dad was choking him and he says it still doesn’t look right. Very few words are exchanged throughout the family this morning, everyone is just going through the motions.

The funeral is a bit better, I have to help Jonathan with his tie too. I stand behind his seat, hand resting on his shoulder as the Priest speaks, and I glare at Lonnie as he tries to act sad that Will is ‘dead.’ Mike, Dustin, and Lucas are whispering amongst themselves, further fueling my theory that they know something about Will that they aren’t telling me.

As the service continues I start to glance around the crowd in hopes to find Hop, we didn’t part on good terms last night but he said he’d be here. As much as I hate to admit it, especially if all of this is fake and Will is still alive somewhere, I need Hop. I need him by my side, intertwined pinkies, or wrapped up in his side as he speaks soothing words, even if he doesn’t believe what he's saying and just reiterating the fake reassurances that my mom has told me a thousand times already.

He’s still not here by the end of the service, making me extremely anxious that something did in fact go wrong last night. The nerves in the pit of my stomach are wound so tight that I feel like I’m going to vomit. After the line of people telling the Byers’ the cookie cutter ‘I’m sorry’s,’ and the ‘if there’s anything I can do’s,’ I walk over to Joyce and Jonathan to see if they’ve talked to Hop at all.

“Have you guys seen Hop?” I ask Jonathan and Joyce quietly, trying my hardest to ignore Lonnie.

“Hopper is a no good drunk, you’d do better without him in this town,” the man I was attempting to avoid rolls his eyes at me.

“Oh fuck off Lonnie!” everyone still at the gravesite turns to look at me with shocked expressions, except Jonathan who’s trying not to laugh. “Go back to your cheap whore.”

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Wheeler!” mom says sharply from behind me, Mike is audibly laughing.

“We were all thinking it!” I defend, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Someones got a crush on Jim, huh?” he gives me a sickening, sleazy, smile that I just want to slap right off his face. “I thought my son would have found some courage and asked you out by now, no other reason to keep you around.”

“Hopper is my boss, I work with him at the station,” I’m seething. Who does this man think he is talking to me like that? “Jim Hopper is a surprisingly thoughtful boss who is good at his job, and someone I respect very much. And, for your information, Jonathan and I are best friends. Neither of us has ever felt anything more for the other. And Lonnie, we both know that whenever you get whatever it is that you want, you’ll be tearing out of Hawkins with no regard for Joyce or Jonathan, so quit acting holier than thou and just leave.”

I swiftly turn on my heel and head to the car, thankful that I drove seperate from my parents this morning; I took my mother’s car and the other five took my father’s. My heart is pounding, I can hear the blood pulsating in my ears as I start to drive away from Lonnie, from a possibly fake body, and away from Jonathan without properly talking to him. I can always go see the latter later tonight and talk with him then. I’m racing down the streets of Hawkins like a bat out of Hell, finally coming to the edge of town where Hop’s trailer is located.

Pulling up to his trailer I’m shocked to see him outside looking around in circles, the barrel of his gun pointed towards the sky. He looks like hell; messed up hair like he just rolled out of bed, his cream colored henley has sweat stains around the collar, in his armpits, and down the back. He has a crazed look in his eyes, he looks traumatized.

I jump out of the car with no regard for my well-being, he isn’t right in the head at the moment and he could very well shoot me thinking I’m the bad guy. Lonnie’s words are still fresh in my mind; maybe Hopper went to bed drunk and high on too many of his pills. No! Snap out of it, he’s not like that. He hears my footfalls crunching on the gravel; he whips around pointing his gun at me.

My hands immediately go up in the air in surrender, I need to be careful about my next actions. My eyes widen as he keeps the gun up longer than I thought he would. All of a sudden he seems to snap out of it realizing it’s me and not some threat. He looks at me guilty as he lowers the weapon.

“(Y/N)?” he asks, his eyes and voice telling me that he’s unsure that I’m actually real.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I try to soothe him like I would a wild animal. My voice is soft and I slowly step closer to him, hands outstretched and palms facing towards him so he knows I won’t attack. “You weren’t at the funeral, I came to make sure you were okay.”

“I missed the funeral?” he asks, still confused and disoriented. I slowly, gently, reach forward and take the gun from his hand. He doesn’t protest, pushing the weapon into my palm once he realizes what I’m doing.

“Yeah you did,” I take a careful step back, heels sinking into the dirt under my feet. “I was worried because of where you went after you dropped me off last night. I was scared you were hurt, or worse…” I trail off at the end, not wanting to admit out loud that deep down I was worried that Hop got killed last night.

My words seem to remind him of why he was outside with a gun in the first place, he takes off running back inside without a word. I follow him in confusion, he’s tearing apart the living room as I walk through the door.

“Hopper, what are you doing?” I ask in horror, Lonnie's words run through my head yet again. Is it possible that Hop was on a bender before he went to sleep and he was still drunk when he woke up?

Instead of responding verbally, Hop takes two long strides across the entire living room area to get to me, putting his hand over my mouth so I can’t talk again. He puts the index finger from his free hand to his lips as a sign for me to stay quiet, before pointing around the room. I frown as he leaves his hand on my face for a few seconds too long.

I watch as he finally pulls back, observing him tearing apart the cushions for his couch and pulling his phone apart piece by piece. I glance around the room, noticing the spilled pills on his coffee table. Frowning, I set Hop’s gun on the table and put his pills back in the bottle as well as tidy up the empty beer cans strewn on it.

Hop rushes to the bathroom as I start to tidy up the mess he created in the living room. I can hear him taking apart the light fixtures in there and my worry for his sanity starts to grow. I sigh and sink down onto the ground, the living room is a mess and I don’t have the heart nor the energy to continue cleaning. First we bury Will, or whatever that was, and now Hop’s losing it, how can this day get any worse? I bury my head in my hands as I hear him rush from room to room, tearing them all apart.

Hop comes back into the living room like a hurricane, tearing apart anything he missed the first time around. I let out a squeak as he throws a light bulb to the ground, it smashes into a million pieces less than a foot away from me. I don’t want to make it worse and get in the way; but I also don’t want him to hurt himself as he destroys his home.

The last thing untouched in his entire house is the ceiling light in his living room. His shoulders are tense as he unscrews the bolt to take off the glass covering the bulbs. My eyes widen in shock as he pulls down a listening device, or more commonly known as a bug. What the hell did Hop get himself into last night? Hop grits his teeth in an angry sneer before grabbing a book he threw from his room, and smashing the bug repeatedly until there was no way it was still functional.

“Hop?” I finally dare to ask, raising from the floor carefully avoiding the broken lightbulb. “What happened last night?”

“I went back to the morgue,” Hop runs his fingers through his hair, pulling briefly on the ends. “I-I cut into the body, and it wasn’t real. It was stuffed just like a teddy bear, or some shit.”

“Oh my god,” I murmur under my breath, not expecting to get a response from the man in front of me.

“So then I snuck into Hawkins lab, got pretty far too,” he continues with his story like I didn’t interrupt. His eyes keep darting around the room like he’s expecting something to hop out at him. “I found a room with a stuffed animal and a kid’s drawing on the wall. The basement- the basement had weird white things floating in the air, there were vines growing out of a glowing hole in the wall. I was surrounded by men in white hazmat suits, next thing I know I’m waking up on the couch; my pills are spilled on the table with lots of empty beer cans that I didn’t drink.”

��Will’s still out there, probably in that glowy viney thing,” I cover my mouth, suppressing a sob. I’m not sure what’s worse; Will being dead, or him still being out there and being held somewhere in Hawkins lab. “We’ve gotta save him Hop, and I’m not letting you do anything by yourself again. I’m not having you die on my watch, not when I can be there to help you.”

Hop is opening his mouth to protest you helping him, you can tell by the scrunch of his face he’s not thrilled with your idea, but tires on the dirt path outside stop him. He yanks me away from the window, grabbing his gun off the coffee table, he pushes me behind him and away from danger. Two pairs of footsteps clomp down on the stairs leading to the front door, and Hop rips the door open before the people can knock.

“Hello? Whoa! - Hey!” Callahan exclaims when Hop steps out of his trailer, gun in hand.

“Jesus, Chief,” Powell looks at Hopper warily. “You all right?”

“What are you doing here?” Hop’s body is positioned just so that someone would have to be looking intently into the trailer to notice me behind his back.

“We tried calling but,” Powell’s voice trails off at the end.

“Yeah, phones dead,” Hops voice is gruff and his answer clipped. I can tell he wants the two idiots on his front porch to leave, so he can continue to talk to me about what happened and where to go from here.

“Whoa, (Y/N), what are you doing here?” a shiver crawls up my spine as Callahan gives me a once over. Hop subconsciously- or consciously, I’m not quite sure which- moves in front of me completely to block Callahan’s pervy gaze.

“Hop wasn’t at Will’s funeral, so I came by to check on him,” I push Hop out of the way and step beside him on the small porch, shutting the front door behind me. It would look a lot worse, and far more suggestive, if Hop was hiding me from view. This way it looks like we aren’t hiding anything- hiding me being there- well, except hiding the torn apart living room from the two doofuses.

Both Callahan and Powell give me disbelieving looks, Powell more so because he saw the way I was with the librarian who slept with Hop the other day, but neither of them voice their opinions on the matter. Instead Callahan starts telling Hop why they showed up in the first place, two more people in town are missing. The naive men in front of us think that everyone’s on edge because of Will’s death, but Hop and I are both thinking that it has to do with whatever is happening at the lab.

“You go back to the station,” Hop tells the men to go back to the station once he finds out that the men went hunting near Mirkwood. My heart stuttered a bit hearing Hop himself call it that, it makes me wonder if I’m rubbing off on him, or just the boys and this case. “(Y/N) and I will look into this.”

“Are you sure?” Callahan looks awkwardly between Hop and me. I assume he’s unsure if he wants to leave me alone with Hop, especially with how wild and out of it the Chief looks to an outsider.

“Yeah, leave it,” Hop insists, pushing me slightly as a way of telling me to open the door.

“Oh, hey. Uh, they found Barbara’s car,” Callahan continues before I can open the door.

“What?” Hop and I ask at the same time, blood draining from my face.

“Barbara Holland’s car, seems she ran away after all,” Powell adds, finishing the revelation for his partner. “Staties found it late last night at a bus station.”

“Funny, right?” Callahan adds, almost seeming to catch on that something is majorly off. “They keep doing our job for us.”

“Funny, right,” Hop and I say at the same time, this time he’s more forceful with shoving me towards the door. I quickly open it and he guides me inside, slamming the door shut behind him, putting distance between us and the prying eyes of our dense coworkers.

Once the door shuts I start to clean up the living room again, sighing at the knife made rips in the apoulster of his couch, too long for me to even consider sewing back up for him. I know he was freaking out, but there’s literally a zipper right there in the back, he could have used that instead of stabbing them. While I sweep up the broken light bulbs and try to salvage anything he threw across the room earlier, Hop focuses on fixing his phone, even going as far as to duct tape the mouthpiece back together.

Once the living room is clean, or as clean as I can get it at this particular moment, I head to the bathroom to clean that up too. I avoid his bedroom though, I know how private and personal someone’s bedroom is, that’s why I threaten Nancy and Mike anytime they go snooping through mine. By the time I’m finished in the bathroom Hop has the phone fixed and is using it to call someone. Normally I wouldn’t snoop, he deserves his privacy, but my feet feel frozen in place when I hear a woman’s voice coming from the other side of the line.

“I know, I know, I know I shouldn’t be calling you,” Hopper sighs into the phone, playing with the bracelet he made from Sara’s hair ties. “I just wanted to...I just wanted to say that, um...even after everything that happened, I don’t...I don’t regret any of it. And those seven years, they were...everything to me.”

My heart breaks at his words, and it continues to break for him when his ex wife asks if he’s been drinking again. I didn’t know my heart could ache for him anymore than it already did, not until I see Hop’s body tense when he hears a baby start crying from the other end. She’s moved on and he hasn’t. She gets a second chance at that happily ever after bullshit, and Hopper is the Chief of Police in a small town that seems to be overtaken by some crazy powerful and dangerous outside enemy that isn’t afraid to kill anyone in it’s way.

“You know what, actually, I have been drinking, I’m sorry,” I frown as he starts to shut her out, it’s like I can see the walls he’s built over the years start to be reinforced. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Say hi to Bill for me.” Hop slams the receiver down, hanging up on his ex wife before she can respond, setting the phone on the coffee table in front of him.

“Hop,” I sigh, holding my dress in place as I slide down the dividing wall between his kitchen and living room next to him.

As soon as my butt touches the ground his phone starts to ring, I glance between him and the aforementioned phone wondering if he’ll pick it up. He doesn’t, he makes no move to answer it, just letting it ring. He does, however, slide his left hand across the floor and close to my right one. Hops left pinky lifts off the ground, hooks around my right one, our hands resting on the floor with our pinky’s tightly entwined. We sit like that for what feels like a long while, at least twenty or thirty minutes. I start to wonder how many times Hop’s ex wife would have called had he not ripped the phone from the wall after the second unanswered one.

“How ‘bout I teach you to shoot,” Hop turns to me, I can’t quite read the emotion in his blue eyes, but it’s almost like they're pleading with me to say yes. I nod back and he stands, pulling me from my seated position.

“Should I take my heels off?” I glance down at by black pumps while Hop digs the empty beer cans, the ones the people from Hawkins lab left strewn about his coffee table, out of the trash.

“Yeah, you’ll need good balance,” Hop heads for the door, beer cans cradled in his left arm, grabbing his firearm off the coffee table with his right hand as he passes it.

I take off my heels as I start to head towards the door, tossing them carelessly behind me in the general direction of the ruined couch. Rushing in front of Hopper, now barefoot, I open the door for him so he doesn’t have to worry about shifting the beer cans around and possibly dropping any. I follow him out the door, towards the back of his trailer and the pond behind it. Hop drops the beer cans on the grass, grabbing one and setting it on a stump of wood, the gashes on the top of the wood lead me to believe that he uses this stump to chop wood.

Hop hands me his police issued handgun, stepping behind me once I take it. Instinctually I wrap both of my hands around the handle, my dominant hand resting slightly higher, trigger finger on the side of the barrel. I have this much knowledge of holding a gun from observing Hop, for far too long, any time he has his weapon drawn. Hop gently kicks my right foot out so my feet are shoulder width apart, I move my dominant foot forward a tad, raising my arms in front of me.

“‘Kay, now use the little bump out on the top as a guide,” his hands rest on my shoulders, before sliding down slightly to help me aim. “Line it up with the beer can and pull the trigger.”

I take a deep breath, anchoring myself to the ground for the blowback, pointer finger moving to the trigger and pulling it. I didn’t anchor myself well enough, falling back into Hop’s chest slightly. I’m too embarrassed from this new position to hear the sound of metal ripping through tin.

“You did great kid,” Hop whispers into my ear, sending an involuntary shiver up my spine, a shiver I can’t hide from him since we’re still pressed together. Hop slides his hands from my upper arms to my forearms, pushing slightly to lower the gun towards the ground.

“Oh my god! I did it!” I screech louder than intended when I look up to the empty stump. The can is behind the wood, a bullet embedded in the center of the logo, I hit the target on my first try!

I set the gun on the ground, turning, and jumping into Hop’s arms. My arms are tightly wrap around his neck, and his easily slide around my waist. He holds me close for longer than necessary, but not nearly long enough for my liking: every touch from Hopper is like an itch that can’t be scratched, every time I think I’ll be satisfied but it always leaves me wanting more.

Once Hop unwraps himself from my hold, he moves to put another beer can on the stump. This time he stays off to the side, I’m left wondering if the hug is the cause of the new position or if Hop just wants me to try alone. We go through ten more empty beer cans, I hit every single one on the first try. Hop also teaches me how to load the clip and the gun, as well as unclip it and put the safety on.

After Hop finishes teaching me how to protect myself, he grabs my heels when he goes inside to grab one of his coats and hat, and I grab his police department jacket from my car to wear. After grabbing the aforementioned things we get into his truck to warn Joyce that her house may be bugged too, and to let her n\know that Will is probably alive somewhere lost and confused.. Hop keeps glancing my way the entire car ride, and I just nervously play with the hem of my dress. I really don’t want to see Lonnie again, and I especially don’t want him to see Hop. If Lonnie says one bad thing to Hopper in front of me, I may just deck him.

Once we pull up to Joyce’s house, Hop finds an old takeout menu in his car and grabs the pen sticking out of my jacket pocket to write a note telling Joyce to be quiet. Hop finally opens his door and I practically sprint out of my side of the car, having forgone putting on my shoes, and up to the Byers front porch. I’m pounding on the door before Hop has closed his own car door.

“Go away Lonnie!” I hear Joyce yell from inside the house. I wonder if Joyce has kicked Lonnie to the curb again, finally, as I continue to aggressively pound on the door. Hop joins me on the front porch just as Joyce rips the front door open. “Seriously? I am going to murder-”

Hop and I hold our fingers to our lips to shush an ax wielding Joyce, in Hop’s other hand he’s holding up the old take out menu with the message written on it. Joyce looks confused and a little scared at our random appearance on her doorstep, but she doesn’t fight us when Hop pushes his way into the house.

“Oh Jesus,” Hop grumbles while I let out a quiet ‘shit’ at all of the Christmas lights hanging in the Byers’ house.

Hop and I get to quickly unscrew every christmas light, thank God he’s being a lot more calm about it here than at his own place. After what feels like hours Hop unscrews the last light bulb only to find that there were no bugs planted in the Byers’ house. The two of us let out a large sigh as we plop down right next to each other on Joyce’s couch. Hop’s knee rubbing up against mine is all I can think about as he explains what happened to him the night before. I do start to tune back into the conversation when Hop tells Joyce that she was right all along.

I don’t think I have ever seen Joyce more happy than she is at this moment, at least two people believe her and now there’s undeniable proof, at least to the three of us, that Will is still alive. Joyce pulls me up from the couch and into a bone crushing hug, the hope and joy she's radiating is infectious.

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"I'll be back soon, I promise." Hali/Aymeric

((Yay, more Hali and Aymeric fluffy stuff!! Thank you so much for the prompt @lavenderrosewrites!! 🥰💖))

Hali x Aymeric bonding Part 2! Continued from this snippet HERE!

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

Mentions of @traveler-of-light’s Astrid!

((This got a bit long, so it’s under the cut! 👇))

After Aymeric finished the orange juice Hali had given him when he initially awoke, she went and got them both some tea, with some birch syrup as he had requested, along with some biscuits for them to munch on as Aymeric slowly got his energy and strength up.

The lord commander looked to his lalafellin companion, who was looking particularly anxious, for reasons unknown. But before he could ask her about it himself, Hali spoke up first.

“Sooooo, ummmm…”

“Yes?”

Hali put down her half eaten biscuit and fidgeted in her seat, not looking at him directly in the eyes. “I don’t mean to pry too much, but something has been on my mind.”

Aymeric put down his tea cup and awaited her next words.

“Is it alright if I ask you something… personal?”

“Certainly, my friend. What do you wish to know?”

“Astrid has told me that you and her were childhood friends, and I can see that you both are quite close…”

Aymeric’s eyes widened. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting her to ask, but that certainly wasn’t it. It threw him off guard, and he thought to himself momentarily before responding with a smile.

“Yes, I’ve known her for most of my life, and she has ever been a steadfast, loyal friend, whom I can always count on if I am in need of her assistance.”

Hali’s sea green eyes lowered to the tea cup in her hand, with an even more anxious look. “I see… uhhhh… I…”

Aymeric smiled warmly at her, replying in a soft, soothing tone to try and put her at ease. “Hali, feel free to speak plain. We are here as friends, not as a Warrior of Light and the Lord Commander of the Temple Knights.”

That seemed to do the trick, as Hali was finally able to look back at Aymeric. She sighed deeply. “Alright then. I was just curious if you both are, well, more than friends?”

When Hali saw Aymeric’s mouth fall open, she began waving her arms frantically and hid her flushed face. “If that’s too private I apologize!”

Aymeric was stunned at his companion, as normally no one would dare ask such a deeply personal question to his face, especially as straightforward, direct, and bluntly as she did. Well, no one outside of Estinien at any rate.

What was even more surprising to him was that he wasn’t upset about the question at all. Only intensely curious why she had wanted to know, or why she didn’t ask Astrid about it instead. There was also something about Hali that made him feel at ease in her presence, and before he even knew it himself, he was answering her with full honesty.

“No, it’s alright. And no, we are not, nor have Astrid and I ever been more than friends at any time in the past. Though, I will admit, that for some time, I had wished for more. But I have since been focused solely on my duty, and have put those distractions aside.”

It was Hali’s turn to be stunned, as her hands flew up to cover her mouth. “Really?! Have you ever told Astrid your feelings?!”

Aymeric chuckled. “I have never told her directly, no. Hints, at times. But I am no fool. I know that her heart doesn’t belong with me. I only wish for her happiness, and hope that she finds it out there on her travels.”

“Wow… I never would’ve thought…”

“Hmm?”

Hali waved her arms energetically and Aymeric could see a glint of joy in her eyes as she proclaimed, “How can Astrid overlook such a wonderful man like you?! I’d be the luckiest and happiest girl in the world if someone like you cared for me like that!”

His heart practically leapt out of his chest and his breath caught in his throat. Did she truly mean that? Did she really think that highly of him, or was she just trying to make him feel better? Either way, it took him a moment to recover from the emotional shock of her words’ effect on him. Awkwardly, he answered her with a beaming smile.

“Uhhh, well, thank you for the kind words, Hali. It is much appreciated.”

Aymeric then smirked at the pink haired lalafell, who noticed the change in his countenance and was actively curious. “Yet that is most surprising to me.”

“Huh?”

“Do you not have a paramour out there? Now that’s quite hard to fathom.”

Hali’s face turned bright red and she almost choked on her tea, clumsily gulping the liquid down before erupting into a fit of laughter. “Ha! Me, romance?! That’s funny! I’m the one who is always the friend and never the object of their affections! Why, I would call myself the Mayor of the Friendzone!”

She grinned as she tapped her chest, which earned a deep frown from the elezen.

“Why would you ever think such a thing?!” Aymeric exclaimed.

Hali waved her arms excitedly, as she dramatically acted out her personal plight. “Because it’s true! I’ve never had anyone confess their undying love to me! Long have I pined away for my crushes, only for them to constantly make goo-goo eyes at my friends! It’s exhausting!”

Aymeric couldn’t help himself but to laugh. He could relate, that much was certainly plain. Aymeric took a sip of his tea and stared at his companion with smiling eyes.

“Perhaps you are looking for love in the wrong places. You never know, for the love of your life might be right under your nose, and you just haven’t realized it yet.”

Hali stared back, her eyes glistening. She asked softly, “You really think so?”

Aymeric nodded. “I do.”

The two stared at each other, their breaths caught in the silence, with only the faint sound of the wind brushing against the windowpane and the crackling of embers from the fireplace down the hall.

Hali was the one to break the silence with joyful intonation. “Well, in that case…”

She raised her tea cup to make a toast, which prompted Aymeric to raise his cup in turn. “Here’s to both of us finding love in the right place this time!”

“Here here!”

The two tea cups clinked together and they both downed their tea in unison. Hali then went to pour them more tea, but no liquid flowed from the pot.

“Oh, all out of tea! And we are running low on biscuits too! Let me go make some more.”

With that, Hali hopped down from her chair and grabbed the tray with the teapot and the plate of biscuits.

As she turned to leave the room, Aymeric called to her, “Hali?” When the lalafell turned back to face him, he continued, “Will you be gone long? I have many more questions to ask you about yourself, if you would permit me.”

Hali beamed. “Of course, Aymeric! I’ll be back soon, I promise. And with some more tea and biscuits!“

As she then turned and walked out of his infirmary room, Aymeric couldn’t stop himself from smiling to himself. Though he was still in a lot of pain from his wounds, he was genuinely happy. Happier than he had been in a long time.

#ffxiv fanfiction #my writing #aymeric de borel #ser aymeric #aymeric x wol #wol x aymeric #hali aloke #oc: drops of jupiter #hali x aymeric #ship: hold me closer

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Part 3

Thursday afternoon, James and Stevie walked into the restaurant fashionably late, the elder figuring that the less time the younger had to sit and stress and get stuck in his own head, the better. He wasn’t worried about Stevie changing his mind, but the blond had a habit of thinking himself into a spiral in any new situation.

Bucky and Steve were already seated in a quiet corner, talking and smiling over glasses of water until they caught sight of the other two approaching. They quickly stood, Steve reaching out to clasp James’ hand in a firm shake, and Bucky bouncing up to wrap Stevie in a soft hug.

“Sorry we’re late,” James said as he popped the button on his suit jacket to take a seat. “Traffic was a bit congested.”

Steve nodded in understanding. “You’d think rush hour would be the same, whatever city you’re in, but that’s rarely the case.”

The small talk persisted until their orders were placed and the food was brought out. James continuously squeezed Stevie’s hand as he started fidgeting and chewing his lip. “We can leave at any time,” he whispered more than once, as Stevie’s knuckles turned white around his fork, or his fingers trembled against his water glass. Each time, the words soothed him to stillness.

It wasn’t until the empty plates were removed and the coffee was brought to the table that the subject was broached.

Leaning back, Steve brought his mug to his lips and pinned Stevie with a stare that made his thighs clench involuntarily. “I know you agreed to come here,” the older blond said at length. “But do you fully understand what it is we’re requesting?”

Stevie nodded, blush staining his cheeks, but not looking away. “A chance for Bucky and me to play with each other under the supervision of you and James.”

“Have you ever played with anyone besides James?”

“I’ve had sex,” Stevie said, understanding that full honesty was necessary if this was going to happen, “but James was my first—and hopefully only,” he shot a shy smile at James, getting a soft kiss against his temple in return, “foray into BDSM and power exchanges. He’s taught me a lot.”

Bucky nodded in agreement. “Same with me and Steve.” He leaned against Steve’s shoulder. “He keeps me safe, and I get to let go of everything and just make him feel good, which makes me feel good.”

James knew the answer, but he figured he’d ask anyways, for full transparency, “Have you played with anyone else, Bucky?”

Bucky’s cheeks flamed, and he shot a slightly panicked look at Steve, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. He nodded shyly, ducking his head. “O-only once,” he confessed to the tablecloth. “Da—I mean, Steve-,”

“You can call him Daddy, honey,” James said comfortingly. “We all know who’s what at this table.”

Bucky made a strangled squeak at the back of his throat, and burrowed even deeper into Steve’s chest. James lifted an eyebrow at Stevie, as if to say, “See? You aren’t the only one that’s nervous.”

Bucky cleared his throat and tried again. “D-daddy asked for my help with a f-friend of his, who was being too serious with his boy. I—w-we--showed him how to be softer and nicer, by having me go sweet for Daddy as an ex-example.” Steve pressed a kiss to Bucky’s cheek, murmuring praise.

“Did you enjoy showing those things to Steve’s friend?”

Bucky nodded with a small smile. “It felt really nice after the embarrassment went away,” he said, voice going a little softer and higher as he remembered. “Daddy made sure I felt safe the entire time, and kept his friend from pushing me too far. I liked showing someone how good I was for Daddy, and how happy it made him.”

James sipped his coffee, and held Stevie’s hand under the table as Steve carefully brought Bucky back from the brink, clearing the haze that had started drifting across his face at the memory. Stevie was enthralled; what that how he and James looked? Loving and soft and so captivated by each other? He could only hope so.

“But you know that Steve will be the audience this time,” James finally said as the other two settled back in their chairs. “And Stevie isn’t a Daddy.”

Bucky nodded again, eyes brightening with excitement. “I think it’ll be really fun,” he said, looking at Stevie and smiling. “You’re like me, and I’m really curious to know what playing with you would be like, with our Daddies making sure we’re safe. I like being seen by Daddy, and those he trusts. And you’re really pretty.”

Stevie couldn’t help but giggle. “I think you’re pretty, too, Bucky,” he admitted. “And I’m also curious about playing with someone that isn’t a Daddy. If it’ll be a bit more relaxed. Daddies can be...very intense.”

Bucky grinned and raised his mug in agreement.

“Brats,” James muttered through a smile before turning to Steve. “Alright, my friend. How are we gonna do this?”

Steve set his mug aside and leaned forward, serious, “I figured that I would host, since you’re in a hotel, and Bucky’s apartment has roommates. We’d make dinner, relax, and see where the evening takes us.”

James nodded and pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket to slide across the table. “These are food allergies, hard and soft limits, triggers, aversions, and kinks of both Stevie and myself. You and I may not be participating, but it’s best not to cross too many boundaries.”

Steve plucked up the paper and slipped it into his own pocket. “I’ll compile a similar list and send it your way within the day. I’m annoyed that I forgot.”

“To be fair,” Bucky teased with a smile, “I did kind of distract you before we left.”

“That you did, you little brat,” Steve growled playfully before turning serious again. “Dress-code?”

“We were thinking pajamas,” James said with a glance at Stevie. “Something comfortable that’s easy to get out of. Also, Stevie would like to wear a plug. He doesn’t feel comfortable with fully penetrative intercourse, and figured it would be a happy middle-ground.”

Stevie’s face burned, and his eyes were almost fully crossed with humiliation, but Bucky reached across the table and clasped his hand, smiling through his own blush. “My favorite plug has a pretty blue gem that matches the first collar that Daddy bought for me,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to show it to you.”

The heat of embarrassment slowly shifted to the burn of arousal as Stevie envisioned pale cheeks parting to allow the glimpse of sparkling blue. “M-mine,” he coughed and tried again. “My p-plug has purple gem shaped like a heart.”

“How cute! Oh!” Bucky turned to Steve and poked his shoulder. “Will we be wearing collars? I kind of don’t want to, since it’ll fuzz up my brain, and I want to be able to focus.”

“Alright. No collars. James? Stevie?”

James raised an eyebrow at his lover, who nodded. “Sounds good to us. Would either of you boys like to wear your panties?”

Two pairs of young eyes widened, staring into the other set as they thought about the possibilities.

Bucky grinned widely and took out his phone to slide it across the table to the blond. “Gimmie your number,” he said. “I know the perfect place to pick up something new.”

Stevie smiled as he punched in his number and sent himself a text before handing Bucky his phone back. There was an immediate barrage of buzzes from both boy’s phones as they began making plans.

The older men looked at each other and chuckled.

“Gonna be the death of us,” James repeated Steve’s earlier lament.

“But what a way to go,” Steve countered.

Three cups of coffee later, plans for the play-date—as well as Stevie and Bucky’s shopping trip—were as fully fleshed out as they could be. Both couples stood and headed for the door, stepping out into the golden afternoon light.

“Daddy,” Bucky murmured, grabbing Steve’s arm before the four of them parted ways. “May I please kiss Stevie?”

Steve smiled and bent to nuzzle Bucky’s neck. “I have no problem with that, but you also have to ask them.”

“Of course. Mr. James, may I please kiss your boy, if he wants to kiss me, too?”

James looked in askance at Stevie, blushing and fidgeting at his side. “Wanna take a quick taste, sweetheart?” he purred. “Make sure he’s to your liking?”

Stevie elbowed James in the ribs, but stepped towards Bucky eagerly, grabbing the brunette’s waist and tilting his head in preparation.

The kiss was a sweet thing; close-mouthed and gentle, but it made Stevie shiver and Bucky moan softly. The approving huffs from their Daddies certainly helped. They pulled back with matching smiles and blushes.

“May I kiss Mr. Rogers, Daddy?” Stevie asked suddenly, over his shoulder. “I want...There’s going to be so much happening, and-”

“I understand, baby,” James soothed, clasping the back of Stevie’s neck. “Bucky? May my boy kiss your Daddy?”

Bucky looked at Steve, who was grinning wickedly, then turned back with a matching look. “Only if I can kiss you, Mr. James.”

James laughed loud and long. “I can see why Rogers likes you so much, darlin’. You’ve got a spark. C’mere, then. Stevie, be nice for Mr. Rogers, hm? No teeth.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Stevie flowed easily from one older man to the other, lifting his face and closing his eyes, but not before catching the flare of heat in Steve’s gaze. “You’re gonna be so good for my Bucky,” Steve growled as he lowered his head. “James is very lucky to have you.” The kiss remained almost chaste, safe for the grip Steve had on the smaller man’s ass, pressing him to the growing bulge in his pants. They pulled apart slowly, turning to catch the sight of Bucky slumping against James, lips red and chin slightly irritated from the other’s five-o-clock shadow.

Steve licked his lips and shuddered, handing Stevie back to James and tucking Bucky under his arm. “Let’s round it out, Barnes,” he rasped, hooking a hand around the curve of James’ neck. “Stevie? Is this okay? Bucky?”

Both boys whimpered and nodded, pressing close as their Daddies leaned in and kissed each other, a bit of teeth and growling present, but no where near what they were gonna do to their babies once they got them alone.

“We’ll see you next weekend,” Steve rumbled as he pulled back.

“Don’t forget our date,” Bucky added, reaching out to squeeze Stevie’s hand quickly. “It’s gonna be so much fun!”

Stevie could only smile and nod, words lost as James started kneading his hip hungrily.

“Let’s get out of here before we get arrested,” the older brunette said hoarsely. “Drive safe, Rogers. Be a good boy, Bucky. See you both soon.”

“Likewise, James.”

“Bye, Stevie!”

“Later, Bucky.”

wildly anticipated, i can't find my heart or my brain or my breath, oh my god shadow. 😭🥺🤤

#askK #self care sunday #but also not anymore #this is self care every day #my shadow tag #part 3 #honestly shame on me if i ever think of anything but the boys and the daddies being passed around at the end of the night for kisses #shame #also Mr. James SENT me why is that so cute omfg #UGH #the communication alone has me hot afffff yes yes yes #this is the absolute best #i lub you shadow

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