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anadiasmount · 4 months

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hey love! could you write a blurb about jude being mad at you and not talking to you and you make it up to him and he knows he cant stay mad so he forgives you and you cry and hes all like "dont cry bby" something super fluffy

hi hi hi!! here you go lovely! 🤍 i think i would cry the minute he starts ignoring me… 😟💔

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you rolled your eyes and walked away from jude who scrolled through his phone quietly and undisturbed. he had been ignoring you since last night when you had accidentally forgotten to remind him you had plans. they were made super quick so he was left dumb founded when you were out and instead at home with him.

you texted him prior before you left and you guess he had not read that. jude was being cold, ignoring your hugs or attempts of kisses. last night when you got home all he could do was turn and face the door and didn't even utter a good night. you tried to make his favorite cookies but he looked at them and went to training. he hadn't said a word since the day before.

jude was chatty, sometimes you would lose focus on what he was saying because he went from one story to another in a span of seconds. it began to irritate you when he wasn't speaking, not answering texts, calls, and even questions you asked. he simply felt like a stranger.

you got up early to make him breakfast, even a small snack so he could have it after training. filled his training bag with clean clothes and his extra pair of boots, and his water bottle. he didn't even thank you, walking away and into the taxi to the training center.

it bothered you the entire day how distant and immature he was being. jude was the type to check in, so glancing at your phone every minute that passed also didn't help. he should be able to talk it out instead of acting like a jerk. you cursed at him silently in your head, pinching the bridge of your nose before returning back to your tasks.

on the way back home, you picked up his favorite meal from the grocery store, getting all his favorite snacks and drinks he would eat around the house. you got a deck of cards and a new board game to try out. you wanted to make it up to him, any way possible.

jude continued to ignore you throughout the evening, making you start feel uneasy and guilty for a small mistake you committed. part of you also still felt angry because he would even bother to answer anything or the fact he was in his own world making you feel like an outcast. your eyes burned with tears as you heard him walk upstairs, choking back a sob as all you wanted was to be held by him.

jude upstairs was also beginning to feel he dragged it out to much. a feeling in his chest when he remembered how defeated you looked as he came up to your bedroom. he wanted you to feel like he felt yesterday, but he could see it wasn’t the same for you. jude had to resist the urge to tell you about his day, the thank you’s for making him food and cookies, for going above and beyond all day so he could lay attention to you.

a plastic wrapping caught jude’s eyesight after an hour passed. you still hadn’t come up and he was afraid you wouldn’t because of how he acted. he was overreacting he knew it, but also he felt disappointed and upset at the fact you clearly forgot to tell him about your plans till last minute.

“what the?” jude asked himself as he approached the wrapping. he uncovered it being faced with a cartoon drawing similar to those they did at fair of the two of you. next to it was a small minion holding a small box of box of hershey kisses and a hand written note by you.

ilysm my little minion (jude) 🖤

- y/n 💋

he laughed feeling the guilt in his chest as he stared at the three pieces you got him yesterday while you were out. you always thought of him, like jude always thought about you. he grabbed the three items and headed downstairs where he saw you watching a movie, covered with a knitted blanket and laying on your side.

you yawned slowly drifting in and out of sleep, your body feeling as it sinked into the couch and would never come back up. you listened to jude as he paced around, your heart racing when he began approaching you. you continued to stare out into the tv, tears brimming your eyes again as you felt the need to apologize.

jude sat by your legs, looking directly at you not being able to hold it in any longer, “y/n? don’t cry baby…” jude said gently grabbing your arm and helping you pull yourself up into his arms. you let out struggles of scattered breaths and sobs, holding him tightly against your front and on his lap.

jude ran his hand on your back, soothing your choked sobs and whines. “i’m sorry y/n, i was being immature and a jerk when you didn’t deserve it. you made a mistake and i had no right to push and ignore you like i did,” jude apologized first pulling you back so he could wipe away the tears.

“part of me was hurt because i wanted to spend time you and you weren’t here. and you had advised me last minute you were going out. you always tell me a day, a week even a month in advance when you go out, i don’t know why i thought negative thoughts…” jude continued, kiss your hand and rubbing your cheek in comfort.

he watched you finally relax into his embrace, eyes closed and wet due to the tears, lips slightly plump and swollen from crying. “i saw your gift,” jude says happily, watching your glossy eyes lift up as you gave him a small smile. “where should we hang it up?”

“anywhere you want,” you say shrugging still trying to wrap your head if he actually stopped ignoring you. “y/n? you know i love you so much too right? i didn’t ever mean to make you cry, princess…” jude frowned pulling you down to him once again.

“but you did jude. i was so scared and nervous you wouldn’t talk to me because of that! you didn’t say goodbye nor a thanks, i called and you wouldn’t answer, texts straight to read! i was worried sick you wouldnt check in at all!”

jude heard you muffled out, feeling you hold him like you wanted and craved last night. jude peppered kisses onto your collarbone, “forgive me baby. i won’t ever do that again,” jude say between kisses. “ever ever ever again jude… we talk it out that’s how’s things work, okay jude?”

“and i’m sorry too. my head went to a different mind place and idk why i told you last minute when i had know the day before. i’ve been busy with the upcoming charity project it went through my head,” you apologized as well, holding his face between your hands as you placed small kisses on his cheeks, nose and temple. anywhere you had access to, feeling him smile and tug you closer to him.

“and i love you.”

“i know baby, i know. i also saw it on the note next to the minion holding the chocolates,” jude laughed making you giggle loud. “he kinda looked like you,” you joked hearing a small gasp come from jude’s mouth. “take it back!” jude says putting your against the couch and tickling your sides and neck. “never!”

“okay okay i take it back,” you say out of breath after laugh uncontrollably. jude and you never fought or argued, so holding him like this after not being able to felt like a reward. your leaned up and kissed him, sighed in delight as you felt the familiar plump lips with yours. “do i actually look like a minion,” jude said nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“yes yes you do…”

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 5 months

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Warnings: Pregnancy, Thoughts of abortion, Graphic birth, smut, Somnophilia, and kidnapping. Poorly translated German and Korean, if you know either, you can correct me nicely, please.

(I was given permission by the one and only @diejager, that I can write something inspired by her series of stepdad! könig and dbf!Neighbor Horangi. If you haven't read them which I doubt, go check her out, this was a little longer than I wished but I think once you start reading, you'll like it.) fanart, not mine

Erotic sounds of smacking skin echoed within your bedroom. Horangi's rough burned-like tiger scars rub against your cheek as he groans into your shoulder, "너무꽉. (So tight)" He grunted, "Gonna be such a good mama." his cock plunged into your soaked depths with abandonness as you wept, your body and breast jerked, this wasn't right.

This shouldn't feel so good, you shouldn't love the feeling of your stepdad's best friend thrusting into you, shouldn't like the sight of said stepdad watching from the side of the room on your vanity chair and touching himself, pumping his cock to the rhythm of his best friend and your neighbor thrusts.

You shouldn't at all.

"I'll be such a good dad to our child," Horagni growled, drilling you into the soft texture of bedsheets, his curved bulbous head bullied your cervix, and your legs rested on his shoulders as he leaned back, his head thrown back and sheathed in glistening sweat. The sight of a beautiful man, of a beast above you rushed your climax.

"씨발! (Fuck!) That's it, baby! Cum on your Neighbor's cock." He groaned as fastened his pace. "Ja. Cum, unser wunderschönes Mädchen. (our beautiful girl.)" König cooed, his thick digits rubbing that bud of nerves as he sat down on your bed beside your head, his other hand continued to jerk off of his big, fulsome, and lengthy cock.

The pleasured symphony of your ecstasies wasn't held back, ropes of König's seed painted your skin, and shot after shot of Horangi's semen overflowed your womanhood.

"It is my turn." Your stepfather grinned and pushed his friend away from you once he had pulled out to leave you leaking but not for long who simply chuckled at könig's rare playfulness. Horangi placed his dick on your lips, his usual honey-brown was dark brown as he looked upon you with a dark kinda of lust "Suck."

You wake up a couple of hours later, body in such gyp it was like pins and needles. Groaning you sat up from your bed, the room was empty, bare of the monsters that used and obsessed over you, their cum dried on your thighs and the rest was clean of the evidence of what existed. The walk to the bathroom that linked to your room left you to the mercy of your own thoughts. The very notion of abortion was quickly shot down, it was obvious that they had wished for you to bear one of their children, and the number of times cum stuffed into you was uncountable, and the fact that birth control wasn't always reliable was its own tissue so truly what would stop them if you did get one? Even in secret, they would find out sooner or later more akin to sooner being who they were.

The brightest of the ceiling light ached to your eyes for but a second and the insulting sight of your forgotten pregnancy teat was a big fuck you to whatever was up there. Your freedom was truly gone, taken away forever, your feelings, and wants be damned.

After a relaxing bath, you dry yourself and your hair. Changed into clean clothes that consisted of some black shorts, and a loose black T-shirt and you went downstairs. Laughter came from the living room as you walked into your kitchen, the want to dig your feelings deep in your food was strong and the laughing of your mother irritated you to no end, how can she be happy with that monster of a man? You rolled your eyes and finished making your snack "Oh honey!" your mother called out with a lovesick smile as she hung onto könig's arm like a puppy wanting the attention of its owner. "Yes Ma?" you asked, hiding the venomous bitr you sure would come out. "I heard you got good news for me." She giggled as König kissed her neck and you could see Horangi roll his eyes, It was not so stable but like always your mother didn't notice. "Where did you hear this?" you had a hunch "König and Horangi did. So what is it?" she asked you sighed and looked down. "I'm pregnant." you muttered, half-hoping she'd wouldn't hear it. "What?!" she inquired "You're pregnant baby? Who's the father?" she got up from her seat on the long couch and rushed to you, resting her hands on your shoulders.

"I am." Horangi's deep, accented voice answered one of her questions "Your daughter and I have been seeing each other in private." he declared as he wrapped an arm around your hip and pulled you into his side. "Isn't this wonderful, ja? You're gonna be an Oma (grandmother)" König smirked as he hugged your mother from behind, a smirk he shared with his friend. "I guess." she trailed off yet smiled reassuringly "I'll be here for you my sweet baby" she announced and pulled you into her comforting embrace, which did little to help as you saw the wicked glint in the eyes of the men before you.

You heard of the horrors of morning sickness, from your mother and online alike. You were sure that it would be the same tale yet it was the opposite, the only symptom was extreme nausea when you smelled eggs or your favorite breakfast even then that hardly led to throwing up. You were luckily still able to attend college but you feared not for long as Horangi and König continued to reason with your mother why you should stay home.

It took them an entire month to do so. How? If the screaming of ecstasy and filthy-worded grunts from an Austrian voice in your mom's room were to go by you knew exactly how, unfortunately. Your first appointment was spent with the one that birthed you and luckily without the father, whoever that is before she left on a business trip leaving you to the wolves. König decided that Horangi would stay with you both until she came back, almost every day you wake up from either the feeling of a skilled tongue lapping your love juices or a heaviness on your tongue or the eye-rolling, toe-curling feeling of a thick appendage sparing you open.

Today you woke up to none of those but a smell that didn't make you want to vomit no, it was mouthing watering.

It's a craving you haven't gotten sick of and one you want every morning. You throw on a shirt and a pair of panties and rush downstairs. "Morning 여자 아기 (Baby girl)." Horangi greeted you, lifting a cup of pure, bitter black coffee to his lips, his eyes closed as he took a sip. "Mornin'." you greeted back and sat down on the dining table, boredly watching as he began to read the newspaper as you waited for your breakfast. "Ah, Liebling. There you are." König smirked playfully and sat down your plate of food which you wasted no time in scarfing down. Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as The men chuckle at the sight "So cute." Horangi smiled. "Ja. She is." König agreed and grinned, watching you mutter under your breath about them, and took a bite of his breakfast.

You all ate in silence, a..peaceful silence. After you finished your second helping, you up away your dish and stretched, joints pop from sitting to long, your hand coming to rest on your three-month baby bump. "How's my baby?" könig uttered into your hair, his beefy arms around your middle, pulling into his sturdy chest. "Or mine!" Horangi called out from the linked dining room. "Fine," you replied loud enough for both to hear, your form tensing up before relaxing in your stepdad's embrace. This has been going on for a while, their softness, playfulness, and sweetness, a part of you acknowledged that this could be a ploy but the scared part, the part that wanted comfort and love overpowered that sense, you began to find comfort in their company, you felt...safe in their arms. König and Horangi had business to do with so you would be left alone for the day for once in the whole months you have been with child.

You sat in your craved indoor window seat, your book laid on your thighs. You tried and failed to distract yourself from all the new and old feelings. You just can't love them, they hurt you, used you, mean to you then they're loving, caring for your needs, and soft to you. You were so lost that nothing could help but sleep so that's just what you do.

You nervously tapped your fingers on the plastic armrest of the chair in the clinic as you impatiently waited to be called back. "Nervous?" your stepdad asked, grasping your hand in his large one, making your hand look like that of a kid. "Very." you chuckled humorlessly, and Horangi's hand grabbed your other hand. "It will be okay, we're here." His deep voice, sent a wave of comfort within, tooking a deep breath you calmed yourself.

"Ms. Schäfer?" the male nurse called out and looked up from his clipboard, he immediately took a small step back as the two men stood with you and walked to him. "M-ms. Schäfer and?" the poor nurse stuttered as his eyes shifted to the masked gigantic mammoth of a man and his smaller masked companion. "Boyfriend," Horangi spoke up before könig. "Stepfather," König answered not bothering to hide his amusement at the squirming male nurse. Sadist.

"Umm, right this way." the nurse hesitated to his back on two veterans and led you to the room where the doctor would see you. You glanced back at them with a small glare, knowing they intimidated the man on purpose, and sighed as they showed no remorse then again what did you expect? The walk was short, the nurse dipped the moment you entered since you were the last one in, and on top of that, you already began to show a little waddle in your step even just being four months along. With a little help from König you sat on the ultrasound bed as Horangi took the closer chair to your left, the doctor in question wasn't a minute late. "Good day! How are you today Ms. Schäfer?" Dr. Patel smiled, shutting the door behind behind him. "Good doc. curious about the gender of my baby." you smiled back, and shook his hand, completely missing the look that both the men you came with shared. "Well, we'll get right to that. If you'd be so kind as to lift your shirt," he said and busied himself with turning on the ultrasound equipment.

You yelped as the cold gal graced your belly, the noise instantly made Horangi and König tense, and their overprotectiveness almost an appearance. "Mr. Kim, would you turn the lights off?" The doctor requested, grabbing the transducer. Wordless Horangi got up from his seat beside König and turned off the lights. Suddenly the projector on the ceiling turned on and shined on the blank wall before you, a picture of black and white filled the wall soon after the transducer touched your baby bump and there was a baby...another baby across from the first.

"Congratulations Ms. Schäfer! You're having twin.." the Doctor trailed off "Boys!" he exclaimed as he turned off the machine and got up, "I'll go get the ultrasound pictures while you let everything sit in." Dr. Patel shut the door to giving you privacy.

The drive home was silent as well as the rest of the day, each one of you, stuck in your heads. In the weeks after Horangi and König were frequently busy, and each time you asked why they simply glared at you or scoffed and ignored you, it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

The loneliness didn't last longer, your mom was finally back. She barely got out of the car as you were waddling as fast as you could, you had no doubt you looked like a penguin running for its life. "Oh, Baby." your mother cooed as she hugged you, "You've gotten so big!" she smiled, "How's my grandbaby?" she asked as she walked with you to the steps of your house. "The boys are good." you smiled softly, waiting for the realization to show on her face. "Y-you're having twins?" She stuttered, coming to a stop in the doorframe, her eyes wide with shock. "Ja, two strong boys," König answered her, walking out of the kitchen and kissing her with a fiery kiss that he had saved for you, not anymore. You just walked away, they didn't seem to notice as they began to make out in front of you, forcing the painful ache down, and you decided to hide in your room to lick at your wounds.

The next few months were neither good nor bad, you and your mom collected, baby clothes, toys, and everything the twins would need or want. König continued his blunt affection for the woman who birthed you and Horangi has yet to come back around, seeming too busy to see his possible baby mama. Isn't this what you wanted right? To no longer deal with their abuse, their twisted sense of love, if that was what they called love yet it pained more than you thought, and you became envious of your mother, you missed könig kisses, his big body against yours, to feel all of him, and with Horangi it was no better. Were you truly to be a single mother?

You awoke from your nap, panting and in pain, as a puddle of wetness soaked your thighs and the sheets below. You throw off your blanket and scream, your water has broken, they are coming now. The door was ripped open by your mom, your stepdad right behind her, through the words they spoke sounded like you were underwater, and you suddenly hosted into König's arms as he walked out of the room and sat you down in the back seat. The last thing you saw before passing out, the pains of your contractions too much for you to handle as your mother on the phone with Horangi.

A sobbing scream pierced the delivery room as sweat covered your clammy skin. "Miss, Push!" the Doctor yelled above your screams. Gritting your teeth. you pushed and grabbed onto the railing bars beside you. "I can't." you sobbed, throwing your head onto the pillow behind you. "No, baby you can do it. Come on push." your mother moved your drenched hair off your forehead. "Push,애인. (sweetheart)" Horangi encouraged and took one of your hands and kissed it. Their support helped to give you the strength to continue, so you took a deep breath in and pushed once again. "That's it! He's crowning!" the doctor spoke, you groaned as you pushed with all you got. A numb relief spread through you as a small but strong cry of your baby boy echoed but the relief didn't last long as another contraction hit you. The doctor quickly handed your firstborn to the nurse to her right before getting back into position.

With a few more pushes your second-born was welcomed into the world.

"You did good, Liebe. (love)" König finally spoke since you all entered the room, his large hand resting beside yours on the bar. Too tired to reply, you instead gave him a tiny smile. "Ms. Schäfer, meet your first baby boy." Dr. Smith smiled and laid your baby on your chest. He was so.. beautiful, tears welded in the corner of your eyes, his hair was jet black, that stood up a bit from being dried of the liquids he was born into, his little eyes open a bit, enough to see the honey brown color, his soft skin was like yours, it was no doubt who's the father. "What's his name?" your mother asked, watching the scene with awe. "Baek-hyeon," Horangi spoke with proudness that you never heard, his glazed locked upon you and his son, love and happiness apparent in his brown eyes. You handed Beak-Hyeon to his father as you made space for his twin, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pen drop, the nurse laid him onto your chest, he was a bit more on the chubbier side than his brother...and his hair was a nice shade of ginger, his eyes a bright blue, he was the spitting image of your stepfather. A fearful daunting feeling lingered inside as you turned to your mother, no emotions were on her face, and no words were said as she rushed out of the room, König following her.

"What's his name?" a brave nurse softly asked. "Gunther."

Your mother didn't visit you after that, the only people who did was that of your baby daddies, mostly Horangi than könig. You were gonna get discharged and you feared what your home life would be like until your mother got you and the twins before the set date.

"Mom..I'm sorry. I-" you started once you all got into her car.

"Don't. I didn't believe you and I'm so sorry you suffered." She looked at you, regret and love in her eyes. "Thank you." you whispered and pulled her in a hug,"I forgive you."

"So where are we heading." you smiled softly as you pulled away. "A friend's house, one könig doesn't know about. I'm here now." she turned on the car and started the long journey there. The twins weren't that much of a hassle, eventually, you had to get in the back seat with them, feeding them wasn't hard since the nurses were a great help. The house was big, a three-story with four rooms and three bathrooms, you got the biggest guest room which you couldn't be more grateful for.

Life was great, or it was supposed to feel that way. You knew you should hate the men who took advantage of you, who bred you, who had abused you yet you couldn't find it in yourself too..you fell in love with them, you missed them, and It didn't help that their sons looked so much alike to them, it hurt to look at Baek-hyeon and Gunther despite this you loved them more than anything and you wouldn't trade them for the world.

Baek-hyeon was more vocal than his little brother, he smiled a cute gummy smile at anyone or anything with a pulse, and he adored being held. Gunther only smiled at you or his toys, he was a lot more attached to you and would get fussy if anyone but you tried to hold him, a true mama's boy. Your mother decided for you to file for custody over Horangj and König, and it seemed you were winning, you didn't want that but you had no say, she'd think you were crazy.

Moaning you stirred awake, a thickness pounded into your cunt, a familiar firm grip on your hips. You moan loudly as the person thrusted particularly hard "Wake up, Prinzessin." König's warm breath rolled across your skin, one of his hands grabbed your jaw and turned you to look into his pale blues. "König?" you asked still dazed of sleepiness. "That's right. Daddy's back." he cooed, rolling his hips, his wet pubes brushing against your rubbed raw clit. You moaned and pulled the giant into a kiss, all the feeling you felt toward him poured into it, and his kiss was just as passionate.

His thrusting never once stopped, his strong arms wrapped you into an embrace as he drove his cock deeper within your wet pussy. So lost in the pleasure that you almost didn't feel the bed drip and a hand weaves its way into your hair. "여자 아기.(babygirl)." Horangi groaned, "Missed you." he confessed and kissed you, his tongue swirling around yours, his lips dancing with your own, the kiss became hot, and messy, and drool slowly trailed down your locked lips. He pulled away, his sacred chest heaving as he wiped his chin clean of your shared saliva.

König grinned naughtily as he watched his stepdaughter and beat friend make out like it was just them, he couldn't have that. Taking your legs he held them flat against his broad chest and snapped his wide hips, hitting your cervix just right making your toes curl. "Fuck!" you cried out as könig did this a few more times, you moaned, whined, and mewled all night as the two ex-military men showed you how much the missed you.

You came to find out that the whole time they ignored you was because they were building a home for you and their sons.

Building a big, happy family.

#könig x you #könig x y/n #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig fic #könig fanfiction #König x reader au #horangi x reader #horangi smut #horangi #horangi cod #horangi call of duty #horangi x you #Horangi fics #könig smut

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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Inspired by this post by @liightsnow

Steve had always been quick to open his home to his friends.

It began of course with allowing Tommy to throw big parties at his house since Steve’s parents were away, later he would open his home to the kids to have a safe place to just be kids. Steve enjoyed having his friends around and it helped fill the silence of his usually empty house. So it was no surprise that when Eddie needed a new location for Hellfire, Steve was the first to volunteer.

He and Eddie had gotten close as Eddie recovered in hospital, he was fun to be around, loud and bright in a way that pushed away the thoughts as to how Eddie ended up in the bed in the first place. Wayne was appreciative of Steve keeping his nephew company while he was at work and Steve always reassured him that it was no trouble, most of the time Steve stayed even when Wayne was there.

There was one issue with hosting Hellfire however, the Hellfire boys. Jeff, Gareth and Grant had visited Eddie a few times after school, all their parents keeping them at home when they could after the “earthquake”, Steve always excused himself allowing Eddie to have time with his friends. Steve couldn’t blame the wary looks that they’d send him, he knew who he was in high school, even Eddie had assumed the same.

This lead Steve to now as he opened the door to the three boys, who were last to arrive. They all nodded politely at Steve before heading straight to where Eddie was calling them in the dining room. At first Steve tried to make himself seem friendly and approachable to them, demonstrating that he had changed since his years of being King of Hawkins High. He set out snacks and got people drinks, even remembering which drinks Eddie had told them were their favourites, but all he got were polite smiles and glances towards Eddie. After receiving similar treatment when he brought them lunch, Steve gave up his attempts and retreated to his bedroom to wait out the rest of the game.

Steve curled into a ball on his bed, knees tucked tightly under his chin as he wrapped his arms around is legs. He got an eerie sense of déjà vu to when he was a child and his mother would send him up to his room once he’d been “showed off” to the guests. His purpose complete and he was no longer needed, Hellfire had what they needed to finish their game without them.

Steve heard joyous cries downstairs and wished for a moment he would’ve been able to stay and watch. Everyone always sounded so happy when the game concluded, and he knew Eddie told the best stories. He knew he couldn’t though, he didn’t want to ruin it for anyone, especially Eddie’s friends.

He was getting ready to go downstairs and clean up, another thing similar to his mother’s parties, when there was a knock at his door.

“Stevie? You ok in there?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, Eds, I’m fine, game finished then?” Steve replied as Eddie entered the room.

“Yeah, it was great, you should’ve stayed to watch Gareth made the best final attack, you have a headache or something, why are you hiding up here?”

“Oh, um,” Steve looked down at his hands, “Thought I’d just be in the way down there, didn’t want to spoil the fun.”

Eddie made a face at this, “Spoil the fun? Sweetheart, everyone would’ve loved you to stay and watch, might get Dustin off your back about playing.”

Steve shook his head, “Your friends don’t really like me much, which I get, it’s fine, glad you guys had a place to play though.”

“Steve why did you offer up your place if you didn’t want to watch? And the guys think you’re fine what’re you talking about, did one of them say something?”

“You guys needed a place to play and I have an empty house, need to be useful someway now that there’s no monsters to fight and my parents cut me off, and no, no one said anything but they always act weird around me.”

“Fuck Stevie, you’re more than just someone useful you know that right? I’d want you around just because I like you around, sweetheart, you don’t have to earn that by offering your house.”

“You sure?”

“Very sure, wasn’t getting better in Casa Harrington, was I? Got better cause I had my favourite jock beside me.” Steve blushed at that. “And as for my friends, I think I know the reason they’re acting weird around you,” Eddie said guiltily.

“Why?”

“Might’ve told them not to embarrass me in front of you,” Eddie said sheepishly.

“Why wouldn’t you want them to- oh,” Steve smiled softly, “Eddie Munson did you want to look cool in front of me because you like me?”

“Would it be bad to say yes?”

Steve lent over and kissed Eddie’s cheek softly, “Not at all.”

When the boys returned downstairs holding hands to find the others cleaning up, Jeff let out a sigh of relief, “Thank fuck you got your shit together Eddie, Harrington can you make those sandwiches again next time, I don’t know what you put in them but Gare ate like 5.”

“Hey, you would’ve eaten just as many if there were any left!”

Steve laughed, “Sure, will make them a Hellfire staple every week.”

The following week Steve was met by wide grins when he opened the door, and celebrated with the party when they defeated Eddie’s villain. Sitting on Eddie’s lap to watch the campaign was a good new perk too.

#steve harrington #light angst ending with fluff #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #hellfire #hellfire boys

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writeonwhiskey · 4 months

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the skz house: ch 8 (18+)

a/n: gentle reminder, this takes place prior to the halloween party. thank you @yonaofyourmom for editing & shmeems for proofreading.

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’. You're one of the four girls chosen and find that your duties for the rest of the school year will be cooking, cleaning, and pleasing your assigned house members: Hyunjin & Bang Chan.

[ read chapter seven here ]

Chapter Eight: Of Drive-Ins and Wishes

The following Saturday afternoon, Chan suggests everyone get out the house while renovations on the first floor study take place. Chan says he will stay back to supervise and Lee Know, Jeongin and Rhiannon also opt out so they can complete assignments—approved only under the promise they’ll stay out of the way.

The remaining eight of you are sitting in the living room, deciding what to do. You’re sitting on the couch next to Hyunjin, his arm slung around your shoulder, your hand intertwined with his. Felix finally makes a suggestion that’s unanimously agreed upon by everyone. Just as everyone stands to disperse, thinking that’s the last of the back and forth, Changbin brings up which cars to take and who’s riding with who.

“Let’s mix it up,” he suggests, coming to wedge himself between you and Hyunjin.

“Hyung,” Hyunjin says, looking down at Changbin with an annoyed expression.

“On the count of three,” Changbin continues, smiling up at him sweetly. “Everybody hold up a number—one, two, or three and that will be the groups.”

Hyunjin looks at you, over Changbin. You squint at him, holding a finger to your temple as if it will help telepathically communicate the number you’ll choose. He squints back, mimicking your actions.

“One, two…three!”

You hold up three fingers and immediately look to Hyunjin, but he’s holding up two. He smacks his lips, seeing that he and Changbin are holding up the same number.

“I know you,” Changbin says with a smile. “‘Lix, you’re with us.”

Seungmin, Charlotte and Allie all held up one. Seungmin laughs, wraps one arm around Charlotte’s shoulder, then walks to Allie to wrap his other around her.

“A win is a win,” he declares.

Han is the only other person that held up three fingers. He gives you a thumbs up.

Everyone splits up to grab comfort items for the car. You head to Chan’s room for your neck pillow and blanket. He’s laying on his bed, laptop on his thighs. He looks up when you enter.

“Just need to get something,” you tell him.

“Where you headed?” He asks.

“The drive-in movies,” you say, grabbing your pillow and blanket from the top shelf of his closet.

He’s nodding quietly when you turn to face him.

“Have fun,” he replies before turning his attention back to his laptop.

His tone reminds you of your first night in the house—when he told you to enjoy your night with Hyunjin. It makes you feel as though you’ve done something wrong again. He doesn’t look up from the screen as you linger in the room, wanting to say something, but unsure what.

You leave without saying a word. Sexual exploits aside, your friendship with Chan has not progressed much.

Back downstairs, Han is waiting for you near the door. He holds the car keys out as you approach.

“You’re driving,” he announces.

You take the keys and nod, following him out the house. The others are getting into their cars—Changbin has decried the red Tesla is the Bro-sla as he, Hyunjin and Felix climb inside.You wave to Hyunjin before getting in your car for the night with Han. You buckle up and have to wait for the other cars to leave the driveway so you can back out. Han’s phone starts to ring as you drive—it’s Felix and Seungmin on a group FaceTime call.

“We’re stopping for snacks,” Felix says.

“You could have just texted that,” Seungmin replies.

“Yeah, and we’re literally following behind you,” is Han’s retort.

“Rude,” Felix huffs and the call disconnects.

You drive for a while before stopping at a gas station. You all descend upon the store, walking through the aisles of junk food. As you’re deciding what kind of sour candy to get, slender, muscular arms wrap around your waist and you inhale the familiar sent of Hyunjin.

“Save me,” he pleads, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I wish I could, but Changbin really wants you with him tonight, apparently,” you tease.

“Tell him you’re mine,” you lean back against him.

Hyunjin reaches forward and grabs a bag of M&M’s. You grab a pack of sour punch straws.

“He won’t listen,” Hyunjin shakes his head.

As if on cue, Changbin rounds the corner with an armful of chips and candy.

“Hey,” he barks, narrowing his eyes at you, “He’s my date tonight.”

Hyunjin audibly groans.

“Always playing hard to get,” Changbin snickers and winks at you.

When you all make it to the register, the cashier looks at the eight of you as if you’re insane. You each checkout, group by group, then head back to the cars as you finish.

You and Han are last to exit. The others have already left.

“Do you not like driving?” You ask as the two of you get back on the road.

“I hate it,” Han admits.

“You want to be a passenger princess forever?”

He turns to look at you with all seriousness before replying, “Yes.”

As you drive, you learn that Han is getting his minor in communications. Apparently it’s been forced on him by his dad. He’s not a fan of public speaking or even conversing with people he doesn’t know. He’s adamant that his oral speaking classes have only made things worse.

Listening to Han speak, you consider what their lives outside of what you’ve witnessed must be like. Their futures have already seemingly been plotted out for them. They know what kind of work they’ll be doing after graduation—taking over various family businesses and whatnot. But hearing Han express how he doesn’t even have control over what classes he takes makes you feel sad. It’s an odd thing…they seem like they have so much—a nice home, nice cars, in fact, they’ve never appeared even remotely worried about money. But at what cost? What are they sacrificing for themselves, for their own wants and desires of their life?

You arrive at the drive-in, purchase tickets and drive along the dirt path to the third screen as instructed. You see the car with Seungmin, Allie and Charlotte and park right next to them. Hyunjin, Changbin and Felix arrive soon after. The sun is beginning to set as Seungmin brings over a large bucket of popcorn to you and Han.

Han tunes the radio to the specified station to hear the audio as you try to organize the popcorn and snacks in the car without making a mess. The drive-in is playing classic horror and Halloween films throughout the month.Tonight they’re playing Jeepers Creepers and Hocus Pocus, a double feature.

The movie starts to play, but you and Han talk throughout it. You both agree that added commentary makes a horror film slightly less scary.

“I have the same philosophy about sad films,” Han reveals. “If I’m watching with other people, I have to try not to cry.”

You laugh “Aww, Hannie.”

You reach a hand out to ruffle his hair.

“Don’t tell the others my tactics.”

You tap your hand over your heart and nod.

“Now why would they go back?” Han draws your attention back to the movie. “That’s how you get murdered!” He cups his hands around his mouth to amplify his words.

The sound of you both munching on popcorn fills the car. Your conversation lulls as you both watch, eyes wide open seeing what lies beneath the Church. The bodies sewn to the wall.

“I can’t,” Han shakes his head and turns to face you. He rests his elbows on the center console and props his head up in his hands. “So.”

You laugh and adjust yourself face to him as well.

“So,” you echo. “May I ask a question?”

“Please,” he nods eagerly.

“What would happen if any of you decided to go against the grain?” You ask. You remember Hyunjin explaining they would all major in business and take over various family obligations after graduating. “Like, if you chose not to major in business and did what you actually wanted instead?”

“I don’t know, honestly,” he clearly hadn’t suspected such an inquiry. “I haven’t ever asked or thought about it, really. It’s just kind of been the status quo we’ve all followed since we were little. We do as we’re told, and we’ll be rewarded with a fortunate life.” He pauses for a moment to consider. “I guess we’d probably be cut off and forced to fend for ourselves.”

It’s hard for you to imagine. You parents have always supported you pursuing what you’re passionate about. You chose major in Biology and minor in Animal science, with a goal of becoming a veterinarian and you cannot fathom your parents forcing you to do something else to appease them. The members of SKZ are from a different cultural background, maybe this is normal to them.

“And after graduation you all just go back to Korea, regardless of the friends and lives you’ve made here?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“That seems unfair, Han,” you say sadly.

“It’s not really, I mean, it’s part of the reason we have you all here.”

His words cause you to furrow your brow. You want to probe further, but you’re interrupted by Felix, asking for some of your popcorn, saying Hyunjin and Changbin devoured theirs. Han pours some from your bucket into theirs. After that, the two of you gorge on the food and continue to supply commentary to the movie for an hour and a half until the credits start to roll.

“Now I’m going to think about that for the next several summers,” Han says.

“Just don’t take any road trips through Florida, and you’ll be fine,” you reassure him.

The others start to get out of their cars, stretching their legs and taking bathroom breaks before the next movie starts. The guys and girls head off in separate groups.

Charlotte and Allie tell you Seungmin continuously scared the shit out of them the entire time. He let them take the two front seats and would randomly pull at their hair, tap their arm or jump between them and scream at the scary parts of the movie.

Once you’ve all used the bathroom, you head back to the cars and settle in for the second movie. This time it’s Hocus Pocus.

As the movie plays on, you become acutely aware of how much Han’s phone is vibrating.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah…I’ll…I’ll be right back,” he says before exiting the car.

You lean the chair back and adjust the neck pillow. The passenger door opens again and you turn to see Hyunjin, not Han, entering. He plants himself in the seat and smiles sweetly at you.

“Where’s Han?” You ask.

“I convinced him to switch,” he responds.

“What about Changbin?” You peek over his shoulder to look out the window. You wouldn’t be surprised if he came up to it and demanded Hyunjin return to him.

“He’ll survive,” he replies.

A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Hyunjin returns the smile. He hooks one finger under your chin and leans over to kiss you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet with yours. His touch is always so tender and delicate—as if you’re a precious flower he’s trying to keep from wilting.

You kiss him slowly, thankful for the tinted windows on the car that allows you a bit of privacy. Having him here with you now, secluded, the last thing on your mind is the movie you’ve already seen countless times. You sit up, lean over the center console and hook one hand around his neck to force him against you harder. Your other hand reaches for his wrist.

You grab hold of it and guide it beneath the blanket covering you. You rest it at the top of your jeans and he chuckles against your mouth. You have yet to feel his touch there. You know and appreciate that he’s taking things slowly with you. You don’t want to swing the door completely open just yet, but it could be nice to crack it open a teeny bit.

He tugs on your jeans until the button is freed and then slides down the zipper. He breaks the kiss and you feel him leaning over you. You open your eyes as his hand leaves your zipper to reach around the side of the seat. He lowers it back more—the loud and slow mechanical whirring of the chair as he hovers over you waiting causes you both to giggle about the situation you’re in.

He readjusts the blanket covering you.

“You okay with this?” He asks, his hand returning to its place at your jeans.

“More than.”

Part of you expected some resistance, thinking maybe he’d tell you that you’re still not ready. You’re happy he didn’t.

He props one arm on the center console as his hands slip beneath your jeans and underwear. He moves them down to cup your pussy with his hand, applying pressure to your clit.

He slides one finger up and down your slit, playing in the moisture you release. His eyes are locked in on your face, watching every movement, every flutter of your eyes, every parting of your lips while he plays with you. You should feel afraid, doing this in a car surrounded by others, but you’re not. You’re too focused on him, watching as his eyes flicker from your lips back up to your eyes. This is the furthest you two have gone, but you don’t feel shy or nervous under his gaze. You feel beautiful…appreciated.

He leans closer to you as he pushes his fingers inside. His nose brushes along the side of yours and you turn your head to kiss him. He moves back.

“Tell me what’s happening in the movie,” he says softly.

He moves closer to you again, nuzzling your nose once more. You’re reminded of the way he playfully teased you on your first night together. In truth, you hadn’t seen this side of him since then. After you returned to him from Chan last week his entire approach with you had shifted.

His version of teasing doesn't make you feel inferior or afraid that he’d ever leave you squirming on a bed, desperate to come.

“We can’t both miss it,” he says in response to your silence.

“They’re going to, uhm the…fuck.” You look back at him, licking your lips as he starts to curl his fingers against your inner walls. You spread your legs as far apart as you can.

“Focus, baby,” he coos into your ear.

Baby? How the fuck does he want you to focus after calling you that?

“They’re trick-or-treating,” you breathe, rocking your hips against his fingers. “Max is a little leaguer and Dani is uh, uhm…a witch.”

You hear him chuckle. He kisses along your jawline, down to your neck. He lightly sucks and nips at the skin there as his fingers continue to fuck you.

“I don’t–I don’t know,” you groan. And you don’t feel afraid to say it to him, to divert from his game. “I wish we weren’t in this stupid fucking car right now.”

“I know,” he agrees, leaning back from your neck to look you in the eyes again. “I wish I could see your pussy.”

You shake your head and turn away from his dirty talk.

“No? You don’t want me to see it?” He goads. “I bet it’s fucking gorgeous—all pink and tender and wet for me.”

You moan, arching your back as you listen to him. You’ve yet to see this side of him and it’s turning you on more than you care to admit. Hwang Hyunjin—the boy with a face sculpted in the image of the Gods, praising you?

“Mmmm,” he hums, lips back against your cheek. “I wish I could put my mouth on you. I wish I could taste you, to fuck you with my tongue.”

“Oh fuck, Hyunjin,” you exhale. You want all of those things and more. You wish you weren’t as clothed right now, wish his kisses could go beyond your neck, down to your breasts. You wish his mouth and tongue were on your nipples. You wish he could see every part of you he hasn’t yet.

You push the blanket away and look down to watch his fingers move in and out of you. He rests his head against your shoulder, eyes downcast, watching too. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling on the strands, feeling your release approaching.

“Right there, please,” you say, “don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He wouldn’t. And you feel comfort knowing that. His fingers keep thrusting into you, curling and pressing against you on their way out as his thumbs continues to circle your clit. He raises his head and kisses you again. He alternates between slowly sliding his tongue against yours and biting on your bottom lip, moaning softly and it’s enough to send your over the edge.

He doesn’t change a single thing about his movements, intent to see you through your orgasm with the same motions that brought you to it. You let out a long, low moan as you come, squeezing unable to focus on kissing him any longer. He kisses all along your cheek as the waves course through you.

When it finally ceases, you grab his arm with your hand to halt his movements. He withdraws his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth. He sucks your juices off and you watch in a haze, once again contemplating the likelihood of losing your sanity between him and Chan this school year.

[ read chapter nine here ]

a/n: now we are back on track. there will be some minor changes to chapter 9, but nothing that requires you to read it again, unless you want a refresher before chapter 10 is posted. share your thoughts 🩵

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internetscenarios · 1 month

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Isaacwhy hcs I BEGG YOUUU !!!!?!?!?!? DOESNT MATTER IF ITS SFW OR NSFW !?!?!??!!?!

OKAY!! 😆

isaacwhy headcanons ♡︎

• mmmm the thought of him makes me blush

• would force himself to get into hobbies that u do so u could do it togetherr

• tall🤤🤤🤤

• he orders random stuff for u, like u didnt even ask him too

• he does so much stuff for no reason, tying ur shoes for u, grabbing u glasses of water when u didnt even ask?? its like he can read ur mind

• he makes u laugh SO much

• ok.. he is a hickey man idgaf

• imagine one day u walk downstairs to go grab food and some of the guys are in the kitchen,, they dont even say anything to u as u just smile at them

• they definitely confront him later like what the flip dude

• hypothetically if u have ur own house and he comes round to visit, while ur busy doing something u will come up to check on him and he is just sat on the couch after cleaning ur entire house??

• acts of service, physical touch, quality time and gift giving are his love languages <3

• GOING BACK TO THE HICKEY THING

• imagine he leaves it in the mark in the intial of his name AHH

• he loves watching u do daily tasks, like if ur doing ur makeup or cleaning up, he is jus admiring you

• i mentioned this in my last isaac headcanons, but ltlvc with him!! sat near his desk with pillows and blankets while he whispers sweet things too u

• when ur tired u eventually end up falling asleep at his desk, probably ending up in him picking u up and placing u in bed <33

• and that soft launch thing of him whispering smthn like “i love you” then theres just someone in the call being like “i love you too!!”

• he will leave random clips of him maybe whispering too u in, leaving fans going CRAZY

• cc!reader?!?? imagine ur streaming and he walks into ur room throwing his penguin plushies at u

• his face obviously not being in view since this man is a giant

• i feel like he would bounce around shaking you like that one clip in ltlvc3 with yumi where he is just shaking the room LOL

• if u love a certain colour he will find anything of that colour and give it too u, like snacks, little objects, drinks etc

• god this man can scream like a girl..

• if ur hanging out in the group house and isaac screams someone will run in thinking its you, but its actually just isaac shit scared of a horror game

SORRY IF ITS SHORTT

also,, living in the tgc house headcanons maybe??

#the group chat #the group x reader #tgc x reader #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x reader #isaacwhy x you

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keeperofthegrim · 2 years

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Can I request the first years finding the reader's journal and grim reading it put loud to reveal all sorts of thing including their crush on one of the first years who is very excited to hear about it

Yes you may B)

It was an oversight on your part, so carelessly leaving your journal out for your friends catch sight of. They had invited themselves over (like they always do), so you had no time to clean up. You left to make a quick run to the campus store for snacks, but Grim was starting to get impatient. He went to retrieve some tuna from his emergency stash because it had been a whole hour since dinner! While in your shared bedroom he catches sight of the journal you’re always writing in. Curiosity gets the better of him and he grabs it and scampers back downstairs.

He settles back down on the old couch and opens the book, catching Ace’s attention.

“Yo Grim, what’s up with the book?” He calls to the monster, making the other boys turn to look as well.

“It’s the humans diary or somethin, I wanna see if they’re sayin good things about me in here!”

“Grim, that’s a blatant invasion of privacy.” Jack reasons, but is ignored as Grim keeps turning the pages.

“Myahahah! Look what they said here! ‘Grim was super cute today! He was mad that I gave him a bath but he was so adorable and fluffy after I dried him!’ This thing is full’a them talkin about how cute I am!” He boasted, puffing his furry chest out.

“And here! ‘He looked so nice today, I just couldn’t stop... staring...? Hah? This ain’t about me! They’re talkin about some boy!” Grim scoffed, offended that his henchman was praising boys instead of him! And now the others are really paying attention.

“Seriously?! Who is it?” Ace leans in to read with him, while Jack makes to take the journal away from Grim. But before he can, Grim sees who his human is talking about! In surprise, he shouts out...

➔ “Blegh! It’s Ace! Why would they like him?!”

Ignoring the insult, Ace immediately snatches the journal out of Grim’s paws, scanning the pages for himself. When he reads his name, he’s fighting the urge to let out a girlish squeal. Of course he likes you too. Seriously, he had been flirting since the very start! He decides that he’s gonna kiss you when you get back.

➔ “Deuce?!”

He’s flabbergasted. Just absolutely gobsmacked. You? Like him? Really?! There’s so much exited energy building up in him that has to take a lap. Even then he’s still jittery, and can’t stop smiling. He wants do this right you know! Ask you out on a proper date, and really sweep you off of your feet! He can hardly wait to tell his mom about you.

➔ “Myah! They like Jack!”

He stops in his tracks. His ears are perked up, and his eyes are wide. After a brief pause he takes the journal from Grim and calmly takes it back to your room. Once he’s alone, his tail is wagging like crazy. It wasn’t the ideal way to find out, but he’s glad to know you feel the same way. When you return he’ll apologize on behalf the other idiots, but let you know he feels the same.

➔ “It’s Epel!”

He yells. Basically throws himself at poor Grim to confirm what he heard. He’s jumping up and down in excitement because this is possibly the best day of his life! Immediately planning how he’ll confess. In his head, he’s super suave and cool about it, but he’s not sure if he can keep his composure in real life because he’s just that ecstatic.

➔ “No way! Sebek is the guy they like!”

For once in his life, Sebek is totally speechless. Earlier he insisted that he didn’t care who you liked, but now? He can try and deny his crush on you all he wants, but the his ears are glowing red. The others are teasing him, but his thoughts are racing and he’s tuning them out. He supposes he needs Lilia’s advice on how to court humans properly.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader

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sunny1616 · 3 months

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Ready

Rafe Cameron x pregnant reader

Summary: You're about to give birth to your twin boys.

Warnings: pregnancy

"Rafe!! I think my water broke!!" You were on the phone with Rafe while in the kitchen getting a snack when all of a sudden you felt wetness down your legs. On the other end of the line you heard nothing but silence.

"WHAT NOW?!... Okay. Thats completely fine. Wooo. Oh my god its happening!!" Rafe was freaking out on the other end trying to gather himself so he could figure out what to do next.

"Rafe! Dont freak out. We both planned for this. Now, im going to-"

"Skrew the plans!!! Go sit on the couch. Stay on the line and wait for me to come home!!"

"Babe, don't worry my bag is packed and im fine. I was just going to clean myself up and change into something else. Then I'll wait for you. I'll see you soon. Just drive safely!"

"*pant* Yea. *pant* Okay. You're right. *pant* We got this. *deep breathe* hang tight for 15mins I'm coming."

"Haha yeah, we got this. Be careful! Bye!"

You end the call, then find some paper towels to toss on the wet spots on the ground. Then you go into your closet and attached master bathroom to clean up and then decide to take a quick shower since you have the time. You then put on some wideleg sweatpants and a comfy stretchy t-shirt on to go on top of your belly.

You are sitting on the floor with all your things packed in your bags for a few days in the hospital. You're doing your final checks when you hear Rafe come in behind you. You twist around to greet him, but he reaches you quick hugging you and rubbing your belly while giving multiple kisses on your temple. You hold onto his arms keeping yourself in his embrace.

"Hey baby, how are you doing? Im sorry I didn't get here sooner. Traffic was crazy. Have you already finished packin? Did you shower?!" From his surprised features, you can clearly tell that this is not going the way he thought.

"Yeah, haha. My contractions are only 15 minutes apart, and I've only had 2 so far, so i thought that i could time my shower in between. Then I just put my clothes on. Im just double-checking all this stuff, i already know we have everything. All that's left is your stuff, and you getting ready. Then heading to the hospital!! Im excited!! But also nervous, haha." You take his silence as shock and relief and how great your doing.

"I'm glad you're all ready to go. I guess ill just change and get this stuff in the car. You just relax, ill do the rest. We'll be in the hospital right away." He then meets your lips with a kiss and gets up and heads to the closet.

"You don't need to rush! Hospital protocal usually says that we should go in when contractions are only 5mins apart. So we still have time! You can shower if you want!"

"You're amazing, you know that? I still say we go before it reaches that point since you're having twins!" He then pops out of the closet after changing and then picks up the packed luggage and carries it downstairs.

"True true. But baby, where's your stuff? i couldn't find it in the closet?" You say loudly so he can hear you from downstairs.

"It's already in the car. I've had my hospital bag in there for a few days now. Don't come downstairs yet! I'll come get you!" You roll your eyes at that. But are so happy that everything is happening at a smooth pace. You then go to get up to find your sweater and Rafe gets back upstairs and is at the door.

"Ready?" He smiles at you.

"More than ever!" You give him the biggest grin.

He then leads you down the stairs, which you admit feels safer with his since you can barely see the steps under your belly.

Rafe then gets you into the shotgun seat of the car and gives you a kiss. He gets around to the other side and starts driving to the hospital. You have a contraction on a red light. But a few handsqeezes with Rafe and controlled breathing exercises get you through.

Once at the hospital reception desk. The nurse explains the paper work and gets you into a wheelchair and helps you to your room.

You then change into your delivery attire and are set into the bed with all the monitors and equipment. This is very real now.

The doctor comes every 2hrs and after 10hrs finally notifies you about your progression and tells you to start pushing.

"You're doing so good, sweetie. One more, you got this!" He's right there by your side giving holding your hand and the back of your neck. During a push, he helps you reach a deeper crunch by supporting your back.

After what feels like hours of pushing. You finally get the first baby out.

Authors note: should i do a pt2? Ive written past this point 3 times now but everytime i save, my progress keeps vanishing!😫 I'll only do it if anyone wants lol. Otherwise i hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💗

#rafe cameron #rafe x reader #dad!rafe #pregnant reader #outer banks

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atom-writings · 8 months

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Can I request the allies helping their S/O when their depression keeps them in bed for a few days, which isn't normal for them.

hetalia allies when their s/o is going through a depressive episode

1.8k words ~ gender neutral scenarios

tw: theyre not always the best but they figure it out (:

a/n: hope this was ok. if u want just like, comfort, thats cool and i can do that too seperately (: but anon i totally get i got crippling depression too. were alll in this togeeethherrr

America

Depressive episodes were nothing out of the usual for you. What was out of the usual though, was just how horribly this one was hitting you. But it seems like the person who it hurt the most, was Alfred.

Once you began spending the majority of your time in bed, he began to bother you incessantly. It'd be more annoying for you if it wasn't clear just how much Alfred was panicking.

Every day he returned from home to find you in your miserable state, he would question your sudden episode over and over again until one of you fell asleep. He offered to take you somewhere, to buy you everything, anything to get you back to normal. No matter how much you insisted that none of that would help, he continued.

That was until one day, upon his return from work, he didn't immediately come up to interrogate your lack of motivation. From your shared bed, you could vaguely hear him fumbling around downstairs. After a while, his footsteps finally echoed up the stairs.

Your door creaked open slowly, revealing Alfred awkwardly carrying bags of snacks as well as a TV. He rushed forward to throw everything on the bed before starting to hook up the TV in front of the bed.

“Alfred?”

“Yeah?“

”What are you doin'?“

”Making this room fun to be in,” He answered bluntly, but his tone was kind.

After a minute, he finished setting up the TV and crawled into bed with you. Before you could say anything, he pulled you flush against his side.

“Staying in here is no good for you, but at least there's ways to make it... less bad.” He told you softly.

You took a moment to respond, ”Can... can you stay in here with me?“

”I'll stay in here until you're ready to leave, K?“

England

As soon as your illness began to rear its ugly head, Arthur took notice. It's not like it hadn't happened before, after all. The unusual eating habits, the exhaustion, how less excited you would become over things you love, it's all typical. So he would help the way he usually did.

If you're too tired for work or school, he gets you out of it. If you're hungry, he makes whatever you want anytime. If you're slacking on chores, he makes up for it two-fold.

The entire time you spend gloomily sitting on your phone or watching TV, Arthur is running from place to place in a panic. It's clear why, he's just desperately trying to ”solve“ your sadness. After all, over his many periods of depression, he always works himself to the bone to get through them. He struggles to understand how you can just... sit there.

But of course, that's not how human depression tends to work. Seeing him so motivated did nothing but make you more insecure about your own sudden ”laziness.” Living in an incredibly clean house only helps for so long until it starts feeling weird.

The only place safe from his worried frenzy was the bedroom, where you lay nearly all day. It was quiet there, at least. Not frustrating like everything else. That was until Arthur interrupted your silence by joining you in bed with a huff.

“Love, you've been in here all day.”

You didn't respond, simply nodding and rolling to face away from him.

“What's wrong?”

Still, no response.

He grabbed your shoulder lightly, trying to pull you to face him.

“What is it?”

“You know what's wrong.”

He sighed, before laying down as well. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, his soft breath hitting the back of your neck as his heart beat against your back.

“I guess a better question would be... do you want to talk about it?”

You pause, ”Not really...“

”Well, I'll be here with you until you do.“

”No running around?“

He chuckles, ”No, I'll stay here. After all, you're strong... I imagine this won't last forever, right Love?“

France

Francis is a sensitive person, but most importantly he's an emotionally intelligent one. He notices as soon as your depression begins to get bad again, and he always tries to do little things to help. But... he knows that you're the one who's had to live in your head for years. The only reason he would go out of his way to help is if you asked him to.

Which you usually don't. It never seems to stay unbearable long enough for you to justify asking him, even though he's made clear he's always willing to do anything for you.

But this time is different, it feels as if your thoughts can't stop, no matter what you do. Even as you rest in bed, you only get more and more tired, more angry and miserable. Francis noticed this... but he wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want him to.

At least, that's how he thinks usually. But now, seeing his beloved sobbing for the 15th day in a row, he decided he had to do something.

Early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, you were awoken by Francis's smiling face.

”Time to get up!“

”No-“

You were swiftly cut off by him grabbing your arms and pulling you upwards.

”I've set out clothes for you. We're going somewhere.“

You shook your head, ”W-Where? I'm tired-“

”It's gonna be fun! I'll buy you coffee on the way, don't worry.“

So up you were, regardless of your protests.

An hour-long car drive later, and you understood why he was so enthusiastic about going here. Before you stood the most stunning valley you had ever seen, surrounded by perfectly green trees and water so blue you could've sworn it was fake. But the breeze flowing through your hair said otherwise.

“While we walk to the beach, you can tell me all about what's wrong, okay?” He locked his hand around yours.

Sure, it didn't solve everything. But... it was better than the bedroom.

China

Yao doesn't really... understand what depression is. When you tell him it's a “mental illness” all he understands is “illness.” So the moment things start getting worse for you, he's recommending all the things he learned to make sick people better.

If it gets to the point of being bedridden, he acts like you're gonna die. Which is obviously not very... comforting. So after many times of you telling him to leave you alone, he's gotten used to popping in every couple of hours with tea, but that's it.

After all, you're usually back to your normal self pretty quickly. But this time, he can tell something's off; and he's not about to let you wither away.

So, one morning, you're awoken to a delicious breakfast already in your lap and Yao sitting in front of you, looking like a kid on Christmas.

“Wh- Yao? Why did you...”

“You haven't been eating enough, and I don't want you getting tired soon.”

You looked at him suspiciously, “Why?”

“We have plans.“

”Good plans or bad plans?“

”Good plans! What do you think of me?“

Once you finished eating breakfast, he dragged you out of bed. No matter how much you protested, his grip on your hand was strong. He brought you to the other side of the house, into his already set-up studio.

”What are we doing in here?“ You ask nervously.

”Getting you out of bed,“ He responds quickly, gesturing to the yoga mat set up next to his.

All you could was sigh and stand next to him, waiting for instruction.

”Do we really have to do this?“

He nods, spreading his legs to the side and reaching down with one hand. Looking up at you expectantly, he smiled.

”It keeps you spry,“ He switched sides, ”It keeps you healthy.“

”I'm really not in the mood,“

”Trust me.“

With a huff, you slowly worked your creaking body into the same pose he pulled.

”I can't stand to see you suffer in that room.“

”It's not fun on my end either.“

”I love you. I wish you would tell me how to help.”

You groan as the next pose he demonstrated stretched you a little bit more than what was comfortable.

“You can't 'help.' Just gotta wait it out.“

He took a moment to respond, “Well, I suggest you wait it out in ways that get your mind off everything. Like this.”

“It's helping the tiniest bit, I guess...”

He chuckled, “We will keep working at it until you feel better. No matter how long it takes.”

Russia

When your depression gets bad, it seems to be obvious to everyone... except Ivan. Despite you bringing it up to him, he either doesn't know what to do... or he doesn't care. The possibility of the latter doing nothing to make you feel any better.

Even as you spend all day laying in bed, crying constantly, he doesn't seem to notice. He just acts like you aren't... suffering. That stings, a lot more than anything else creating this depressive episode.

But after a week of this unending gloominess, you get a strange text from Ivan.

“Come downstairs.”

Weird and annoying... but more importantly ominous. It takes you only a second to throw on a hoodie and rush downstairs. You can't hear his usual humming, and the house seems completely still as you search for him. But when you look out the back window, you see him.

As you enter the backyard, you fully see what he was doing.

In the middle of the yard, he set up a picnic. Surrounding him is a mountain of bright flowers, and tens of little plates bearing your favourite sweets lay on the light blanket.

“Come sit, darling.”

You would be foolish of you to not oblige. Once you sat down next to him, he reached out to stroke your cheek lovingly.

”What is torturing you so horribly?“

You took a deep breath, “Where to start?”

“Wherever you want,” he clucks his tongue sympathetically, resting his hand on your thigh.

“Y-You know... I thought you didn't care. You've been so... normal...”

Ivan looks awkward, averting his gaze, “I didn't want to make it worse. You're so strong, I knew you could get through it on your own. I'm sorry.”

“I can.... but I don't want to...”

He leans forward, kissing your forehead.

”I promise, now, you will never deal with anything alone.“

”You're sure it won't be too much?“

”Never. Never too much.“

hey there. its gonna get better. its gonna be different. but its gonna get better. there are hundreds of people youre gonna meet, and hundreds of places youre gonna go, and its gonna be amazing. one day youll wake up and realize everything is alright. because youre gonna be ok.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #ivan tag <3 #aph russia x reader #hws russia x reader #arthur tag #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #alfred tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #yao tag #aph china x reader #hws china x reader #francis tag #aph france x reader #hws france x reader #not proofread at all

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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Am I the asshole for not cooking dinner for my AuDHD brother?

A little background: we are twins, both 21 years old. Recently we were both back home over the holidays while our parents were away. My parents usually cook for my brother, make sure he eats a proper meal (cooked food with veggies, carbs and meat) at least once, usually twice a day because he often forgets. He is underweight and keeps very different hours to me because of his ADHD and Insomnia. He often gets up and has a ready meal at 2am while everyone else in the house is asleep.

Anyway, when my parents left they told me to please try and cook for him at least once a day. They also charged me with looking after the cat. So, on the first night I made us both toad in the hole (it's a British thing. Sausages, mash and Yorkshire puddings) with the help of the food my parents had bought for me for while they were away. I had to call him several times to get him to come downstairs and eat, and he didn't help with the food in any way. On the second night, I was exhausted and had already eaten a large lunch, so I only made myself a small dinner and didn't bother to call my brother down to eat, because I figured he could do it himself. He didn't eat anything that day until midnight, I came down the next morning to find a ready meal package in the sink (fairly typical for him. I was also doing all the washing up). I felt guilty about this so I cooked us pancakes for breakfast. That night my parents got back late but my mum still cooked him some pasta because he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. This made me feel bad I didn't make dinner for him that night either, because I was snacking all day and wasn't hungry. I did tell him there was some chilli I had defrosted but he didn't get any.

I also have autism and depression so I struggle to do a lot of house work, and cooking for two people and caring for the cat, while trying to do my uni work was extremely taxing, and my mental health seriously declined over these three days. I also feel like I am not his maid and I shouldn't have to cook for him and clean up after him, even though I know it is because of his ADHD and other mental health issues that he can't do it without help. My parents have also expressed frustration about him never cooking for himself when he is home, but they just put up with it.

I feel bad, because he is trying to put on weight but has only been eating about one meal a day, along with whatever snacks my mum buys for him (mainly muffins and crisps). Am I being Ableist because his needs are different than mine? Am i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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h3llenwrites · 4 months

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Can I request Alastor baking for the reader? Like making their favorite baked good because it was available in hell? Thanks! Remember to eat a snack and drink water!

A/N: Absofuckinglutely you can :3 !!! I haven't written in a while so excuse my rustiness ⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃

Alastor x reader : Valentine's gift!

It was Valentine's day and Alastor was strolling, taking a look at what he could get (Name). He would find something, but eventually he'd change his mind a few seconds after. Until, he remembered they mentioned something to him. An edible that they dearly loved to have back when they were alive and truly missed, (*Insert Baked good*). Suddenly, an idea popped in his head.

Alastor quickly made his way to the bakery, in hopes of finding it there. He spotted the snack and quickly purchased it. The Radio Demon was quite pleased with himself.. until he changed his mind again. It's a great idea to give (Name) this.. right? But wouldn't it be better if he made it himself? Filled with all the love he's legally allowed to give! ^_^ Alastor made his way back to the hotel, he quickly checked on (Name), peeking into their room. Of course, sleeping. (Me on weekends tbh) The demon gave a quick peck on their cheek and went ahead downstairs. He prepped up the kitchen, grabbing all the ingredients needed, putting on an apron to avoid the possible mess, although of course he's not messy when cooking, but you never know. After briefly reading the instructions, he got to work! A bit of splatter here and there, (Which he quickly cleaned, you can't convince me this man isn't a neat freak)he may or may not have sneaked a pink finger in 3 of them, but those are for him to taste. While he was baking, Angel stopped by to get a drink. The spider took a sip of the soda, leaning on the kitchen island while eyeing Alastor. "Never seen you this busy, what's the occasion?" He stayed quiet for a bit before getting what he needed done. "Oh nothing, just a bit of a surprise I'm making!" Alastor smiled, Angel shrugged and walked off. After a few batches, he was finally done. And the kitchen was sparkly clean! (He kept messing up because he kept cleaning istg) Told you he never makes messes. He took the apron off, and decided to finally wake (Name) up from their slumber. They were sound asleep, a bit of drool escaping. He shook them gently, (Name) gently opened their eyes to be met by the sight of Alastor. They blinked a few times before rubbing their eyes and sitting up. "Oh.. Good morning-" (Name) yawned before continuing their sentence. "-Alastor.."

"Good morning, my dear! I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, that's nice..."

(Name) is still half asleep by the time they were downstairs, but the familiar smell brought them to life almost instantly. "Smells good, did you make something for me, Al?" "But, of course! I figured you'd want it since you mentioned about dearly missing this nostalgic snack of yours." He brought out the baked goods. (Name) instantly grabbed one and took a bite. "Mm.. It tastes so good! Thanks Al," They smiled at him, and he smiled back.

A/N: and then the others ate the remaining batches :] Someone took one of Alastor's though so that was... Unfortunate. (it was Husk)

#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader

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ladylooch · 11 months

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thinking about being pregnant with nicos baby, due at the end of summer, ur HEAVILY pregnant i’m the hottest months and he spoils the shit out of you.

anything you want, daddy neeks will get for you.

you definitely always call him daddy now that ur pregnant just all the time.

Ughhh this is hitting the right vibe. I am still in my pregnancy writing era haha. I'd call that man daddy if I wasn't pregnant. Not really, but it sounded good so I wrote it.

Sweat pools at the base of your hairline. You just got out of the shower and you're already feeling heat creep around your body again. The extra blood flow and human being inside of you really isn't helpful in this dreadful, August heat. You and Nico are supposed to go out for a surprise date night in the city. But the more you get ready, the more you want to stay home.

You are cranky. Your ankles are so uncomfortably swollen. Your hair is not cooperating with the humidity. And you can't even have a fucking beer like you want to so WHAT. IS. THE. POINT.

"Hey beautiful." Nico grins as he walks into the bathroom. He showered before you and had been cleaning the kitchen downstairs while you got ready. "You close to being done?"

"Yeah." Nico had been walking back out to the bedroom. At the sound of your tone, he pauses. "How we doing? I'm sensing something is wrong." He comes back to you, coming behind to hold the baby for a moment.

"I want to stay home." You cringe as you say it. He was telling you all about the surprises that awaited you in the city this morning. It had sounded so fun then but awful now. You hate to ruin his plans.

"Okay. We will stay home." You pout at him in the mirror. "It's okay. Tonight is about you. If you want to stay here, we stay here."

"You have the sweetest daddy in the world." You say down to your baby. Nico grins, leaning forward to kiss your bump. "Stay up here. I'll come get you when I'm done."

Without further explanation, he rushes out of the room.

20 minutes passes before Nico comes to get you. You were lounging on the bed under the ceiling fan, desperate for a cool off as the baby did summersaults around on your bladder. You are considering if you actually have to pee, or if it's just the pressure of the baby, when Nico comes back.

"Okay, up mama!" He exclaims, reaching for your hands. After an embarrassing amount of effort, you're up and following him down the stairs. You belly bumps into his back as he pauses in the opening of the kitchen and living room. You look around him, gasping at the work Nico had been doing.

All the lights are off and candles are lit all over the place. Popcorn is sitting in a bowl along with M&Ms, sour candies, and cookies. The living room floor has been made into a massive bed, covered in every blanket and pillow in the house. The TV is on, paused on a movie that you know is Disney, but not sure exactly what.

"We were going to go to a movie in the park and eat pizza." Nico says, grabbing your hand and brining it to your lips. "But I like your idea better. Just me, you, and bubba." He stretches his other palm across the baby. "Next movie night, she'll be here.. hopefully." You tear up. Because your husband is so damn sweet, but also because you're so thankful you get to do life with this man.

"I can't wait for that."

"Come out soon. We wanna meet you." He kisses the baby, then helps maneuver you onto the large bed. He brings over all the snacks and a big glass of Dr. Pepper for you. He has one for himself too, even though he has beer in the fridge he could have instead.

"I've been craving this all day."

"I know." He smiles, kissing your lips.

"Thank you." You whisper against his mouth, keeping his face against yours until you're ready to settle into his chest.

"This is nothing compared to what you're doing." He palms your belly.

It's true, but you know you couldn't do any of this without him.

#Nico Hischier blurb #nico hischier x reader

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ch3rriiii-bunn · 1 year

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You matter♡

Brooo this is so much self projection rn💀💀 but I needed a soft fanfic like this, so why not write it myself😆🙏🏾

Warnings: fem!reader, black reader, mention of depression, hurt to comfort, y/n is basically dating the 4 main clones, Zohakuten and y/n have a sibling platonic love, pure fluff, humor(?)

Aizetsu is the first to be there for you during these times and understand how you feel. The others didn't bother trying to get you out of bed since you didn't want to, but Aizetsu couldn't just leave you alone. Despite him being sorrow and making everything depressing himself, it saddened him to see you like this and wanted to stay by your side even if it's just him.

"I know it's hard, but please eat something...it makes me sad when you don't eat the right meals a human is supposed to have." Aizetsu rubs your back, holding a plate in his hand. "Look, I managed to get your favorite snack. plantain, right? I had a human make it, " he said with a soft smile.

You turned your head and smiled lightly. "You're so sweet, thank you... can I eat later? I just don't have the energy. " You turn your head back and curled up under for blanket more. Aizetsu puts the plate of food on your nightstand and turns off the light, continuing to rub your back. "I'm going to stay with you until you eat... you haven't eaten all day. " Aizetsu's voice shakes, becoming more worried.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying," your voice breaks, covering your face. "I know y/n." Aizetsu comes underneath the covers to spoon you, holding you in his arms.

For once, Sekido actually takes note of what Aizetsu says when you're in this state. He thinks it's best to leave you alone and let Aizetsu handle it, but it angered him, knowing your feeling comfort with only him when it should be the other way around. Sekido cares about you just as much as the others even if he's always angered, but this time, he needed to do his part in taking care of you in this mental state.

Sekido walks up the stairs, almost stomping, and flew open the door, letting the hallway light shine in your room. He growls and rips the blanket off you and Aizetsu, even going as far as to grab Aizetsu by his arm to pull him away from you. "Fuck off now. Clearly, your way isn't working, so let me handle things, " Sekido said, making Aizetsu sulk.

"Get up," Sekido said, standing at the edge of your bed. Your eye lids felt heavy, the energy to keep them open was too much but you took a moment to turn back to Sekido, looking at him emotionless and not saying a word, not even getting up like he said.

"You mustn't get mad at y/n. She's trying" Aizetsu softly spoke only making Sekido groan in frustration. Sekido took a breath before placing his knee on your bed to grab you, picking you up from the bed and into his arms "not only haven't you eaten you also haven't took a bath in three days and washed your hair. Your curls need to be taken care of and you know that" Sekido said, carrying you to the bathroom.

"That's also not enough food for her to eat, Aizetsu!" He said while walking. "Karaku! Urogi! Go make that food y/n likes and do it now!" He yelled, and they yelled back from downstairs"yes sir!!".

In order to make sure you took a proper bath, Sekido went in with you. He's at his softest when he's alone with you and more affectionate. In the shower, no words were spoken, only the sounds of him scrubbing your body clean and his hands going to work to wash your hair. "When we're done here, I'm braiding your hair back," he said, and you only nodded your head.

After the bath and hair treatment, Sekido braids your hair. "You know I get mad when you don't take care of yourself." he looks at you in the mirror, but you look back at him in the mirror, not speaking. "You look much better now. After taking a bath and your hair looking much better. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be in that bed not caring about your physical health and appearance. " Sekido scolds you.

"I know," you gulp, trying to hold back tears. "After this, you're eating. I don't want to hear any excuses, " he said, and you nodded with tears filling your waterline. His love is tough, but you couldn't help but you couldn't hold the tears back, feeling like you're worth something knowing he's going this far for you instead of leaving you be.

Sekido finished braiding your hair and watches when your face falls into your palms to hide your crying. He leaned down to kiss your forehead and placed his hand in your cheek, making your head rest on his hip. "You're beautiful. It's going to be fine, so stop the crying. It pissed me off to include the others, but we are here to take care of you. You're our favorite human, after all, so be proud of that, " he said, rubbing his thumb on your cheekbone.

Once you and Sekido came out of the bathroom, Aizetsu was sitting on the floor outside with tears and your bonnet in his hand. He quickly got up and hugged you. "i heard you crying in there," he said and cups your cheek with tears rolling down his face. "How sad. Dont worry, my love, it's going to be ok, " he said about to give you a kiss, but Sekido puts his entire hand on his face, shoving him back, almost breaking the wall.

"Fuck off!" He said, stomping to Aizetsu with his teeth clenched in anger and ripping your bonnet from his hand. Sekido took a deep breath and headed back to you and then put your bonnet on your head himself and grabbed your hand to take you down stairs "but what about Aizetsu?" Yku look back worried. "Get up and get the fuck down here!" Sekido yelled.

"Y/n! You're out the bath!" Urogi cheerfully said with a big grin, pushing Sekido out the way to hug you. "Just in time. We made your favorite food. " Karaku came to you, almost skipping and hugging you on the other side. You felt Sekido about to lose his mind but only turned his back towards them.

You smiled and closed your eyes in their hug, but you couldn't help your face from screwing up when you smelled what they were cooking for you. "Um... what did you guys make exactly? " you said. By this time, Aizetsu came down the steps and looked at Urogi and Karaku, just as curious as you.

"We told you. We made your favorite food!" Urogi said and randomly licked your cheek, making you eek out. "We made two separate dishes, so show yours first, Urogi. Gotta save the best for last, " Karaku said, grinning at his own words. "It's kinda werid looking, but I guess that's just human food!" Urogi brought the pot of food showing you what he cooked.

You gagged and quickly covered your mouth and nose. "What is that!?" You said, and Aizetsu pulling you back from the pot Urogi is holding to your face. "I think it's called soup!. I made it a few days ago but turned like this. Do you like it?" Urogi giggled, having a genuine smile on his face, and you couldn't bring yourself to tell him it's gone bad, but you also couldn't eat it.

Sekido snarls, looking at the pot of "food," and was glad Karaku pushed Urogi out the way. "Ok, Urogi showed you what he cooked now. Look at what I cooked for you." Karaku opens the oven and pulls out a tray only for you to squeal from what he made. "You said you like chicken and seafood. So why not columbine it?" Karaku snickers.

At this point, Sekido grabs your shoulder, taking a big step back with Aizetsu to take you away from the fold. "Um, Karaku... did you clean it? Or season it?" You asked softly."I was supposed to clean it? I just skinned the chicken alive and then threw it in the oven, " he said, which made you even more scared of the food.

"Enough! You idiots had one job! ONE JOB!" Sekido yells, grabbing both their faces with their hands. Karaku and Urogi try to fight back as the three argue and scream over what to feed you. "I hate yelling.." Aizetsu said and gently grabs your shoulders. "If the yelling is too much, we can just go back upstairs... the food i have for you is still there"

Your eyes light up from the site. Aizetsu looked at you curiously when you giggled, and then your giggle turned into a full laugh, making the demons stop their arguing to look at you. "Thank you, Urogi and Karaku. I can't eat this since it would probably unset my stomach, but I'm glad you did this for me," you smiled, making Karaku and Urogi stare at you in awe.

The front door handle twists, and you, as well as the other clones, turn your head when the floor opens. "I'm home." Zohakuten said, coming in the house holding a bag in his arms. "Were have you been you damned brat. I can't take my eye off you for a second. What's that in the bag anyway?" Sekido asked.

"Well, y/n wasn't eating because she's upset, right?" Zohakuten didn't understand the situation as much as the others did. He never experienced depression but all he could comprehend is what you're not doing ok and his favorite human, whom he saw as his big sister needed some help.

You held back a giggle as you watched the small demon child hold the bag carefully and jump on the chair to place to bag on the table and carefully take out the food. "When I heard Urogi and Karaku were making y/n food, I hated the idea of y/n dying, so" he said, placing the sushi and a bottle of alcohol for you on the table for you "I got what I needed from some village" he said implying he threatened them.

"WHAT!? Say that again you little fucker! And why do you have alcohol for y/n!?" Karaku yelled. Zohakuten raised his eye brow "is this not soda?" He shakes the bottle, showing the bubbles forming through the glass. You chuckle and shake your head at his innocent thought.

"My cooking wouldn't have killed her! You probably picked your damn nose and put it in the sushi because kids do that nasty shit! That's gonna make her sick!" Urogi yelled, even making an angry bird sound.

"Nice, come back," Zohakuten sarcastically said and jumped down from the chair. "Every living this needs to eat. Especially humans I hate when humans can't follow those simple rules," Zohakuten looks at you and points to the chair indicating you should sit and eat.

"Thank you so much guys". You hugged Aizetsu again, and he hugged you back tightly. Then you hug Sekido, who wanted to push you off him for showing this affection in front of his brothers, but he just hugs you back.

"Me next!" Karaku skips to you happily and picks you up and hugging you tightly and spinned you around. Karaku put you down for Urogi to hug you. Urogi rubs his cheek on yours happily with his arms and wings wrapped around you into the hug.

"I feel a little better knowing I have this support." You were free from Urogi's hug. "Depression isn't easy, but at least you're up out of bed now," Aizetsu said with a soft smile on his face. You nodded your head and then sat on the chair. "And thank you, Zohakuten, for bringing me this delicious food." You smiled and tapped your lap with both hands.

Zohakuten's eyes light up and become more round and soft and couldn't help himself from running to sit on your lap. You pet his head and smiled "Unfortunately, this isn't juice, but I will save this for later. So thank you, " you gave Zohakuten a hug. You felt a cold sensation and turned to the 4 demons clones, looking angry.

"Um... what's wrong!?" You asked in fear for your life. "Why does he get this treatment?" Sekido growls in anger, almost referring to Zohakuten like a slur. "I wanna sit in your lap, too. That's not fair," Karaku said. "Me too.." Aizetsu softly spoke, agreeing with Karaku.

"You're much bigger than I am... and Zohakuten is just a child. It's easier for me to carry him. " You tried to explain, but Urogi only flaps his wings hard to blow your Bonnet off. "Stop that! You're so petty, Urogi!" You yelled until he stopped flapping his wings.

"Humph," Zohakuten crossed his arms and looked at his brothers. "Because I'm special. That's why i get to sit here" He said

"You're not," his older brothers said at once in annoyance.

#demon slayer fluff #kny fluff #sekido x reader #aizetsu x reader #karaku x reader #urogi x reader #zohakuten #hantengu clones #black reader #black y/n

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Lucifer (fox) x reader - the time of giving

For Fox Lucifer, could you do a Christmas one where Reader is a janitor and is upset because she can't afford to buy Christmas presents for her kids so Lucifer decided to drop a couple of checks in Reader's bag. - Anon💜

Sitting on a chair in an empty interrogation room, you felt tears brimming your eyes as you looked at your paycheck.

They had just been given out, and you were hoping for maybe a Christmas bonus or something would be handed out but apparently not.

You weren’t part of the police, you were just part of an external company who the police hired to come and clean the building.

Folding it up, you put it back into your pocket and ran a hand down your face.

The door opened and you quickly got up, grabbing your things.

“Oh, I wasn’t aware anybody was in here.”

“Sorry Mr Morningstar, that’s my fault. I’m just finished if you need this room.”

He looked at you as you walked past.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You gave him a weak smile and quickly ran off.

Lucifer furrowed his brows as he watched you leave.

He had seen you around, a lot of people enjoyed chatting to you. You were friendly, and helpful, and you kept anything the officers lost so they could have it back.

He hasn’t had much of a conversation with you before, but he knew that there was something wrong with you.

So he left the room, and made his way back to where he had come from.

“Detective.”

“Lucifer.”

Chloe looked up from what she was doing and he glanced down at the present she was wrapping.

“Is that for the spawn?” He asked.

“Lucifer does Trixie look like she would play with a toy truck?” She asked.

Lucifer shrugged a little bit.

“Maybe.”

Chloe groaned, rolling her eyes at him as she carried on wrapping the present.

“It’s for (Y/N)’s boy, every year we all come together and buy a few things for her twins.” She said.

“Who’s (Y/N)? Why haven’t I met her? Why do you buy her kids gifts why can’t she do it?”

Chloe glared at him, hitting his arm.

“Don’t be such an ass lucifer, not everybody can afford to buy presents. (Y/N) was in hospital a few years ago, she got shot protecting one of the uniformed officers downstairs, and since they we all try get her some stuff for the boys.”

“Okay, but who is she?”

“The cleaner? You talk to her everyday. How do you not know her name lucifer?!”

“I never asked!” He huffed.

He watched as they put a hamper of presents together for you, and he felt something bugging him about it.

The fact that you had this medical debt, and the force wouldn’t even clear it for you.

As he was walking around trying to think of something, he bumped into you again and you smiled at him slightly.

“See you later.” You said.

“Yes, have a good day.” He smiled.

He watched you leave, and noticed something fell out of your bag, and that’s when the idea hit him.

Quickly pulling something from his pocket, he slipped it into your book and jogged after you.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned around.

“You dropped this, here I’ll put it in your bag turn around.”

“Oh thanks.”

He put the book in your bag and zipped it up for you, and you waved at him before leaving.

Happy with himself, lucifer went back to find Chloe again.

When you got home, you paid your babysitter and set your bag on your bed before leaving your bedroom.

“Niko, Julian, come on snack time!”

The two boys came running through to the kitchen before climbing up at the table to sit down.

“Will you draw with us mommy?” Niko asked.

“Of course I will sweetie. Eat your snack first. Julian do you want to draw?”

The other boy shook his head.

“What do you want to do?”

“Trains.”

“Okay, well how about while we draw, you set your trains up and we’ll draw them, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Laughing softly, you happily spent the rest of the afternoon with them until it was their bedtime, and you went to your room to read.

Grabbing your book, you opened it to pick up from where you left off and you notice a couple of things fall out.

“Oh my god…”

You looked at the cheques, and the sheer amount of money that was written on them.

Quickly grabbing your phone, you found the number for his club and called it, waiting for someone to answer.

“Oh, Mr Morningstar, I’m sorry to bother you I was wondering if we could talk?”

You listened to his reply.

“Yes, you can come to my apartment.”

Giving him your address, you got up to begin cleaning for when he arrived which didn’t take long.

He knocked on the door and you opened it, letting him in.

“Is everything alright? I assume you would have called the detective.” He said.

Then he grinned a little bit.

“Unless you wanted to see me.”

You laughed a little.

“Nothing like that, I actually have something for you.”

You walked to your coffee table and brought the two cheques back over to him.

“I think you lost these, I wanted to return them as soon as I found them.”

He looked at them and chuckled, shaking his head as he covered your hands with his, pushing them back towards you.

“You misunderstand love, they’re for you.”

“W..what..?”

Lucifer helped you sit down, and he sat next to you.

“The detective told me everything, how you struggle for money, and what happened a few years ago. Frankly it’s unacceptable, so this is enough money to clear your debt and give your spawn a good Christmas for a few years.”

Tears burned your eyes and you clenched your jaw a little as you shook your head.

“I.. thank you but I.. I can’t accept it..” you whispered.

“Why not? I don’t need it and you clearly do.”

You sighed.

Sniffling a little bit, you wiped your eyes, shaking your head again.

“I’m sorry.. I.. I can’t..”

Lucifer frowned.

“Is it not enough? I can give you more.”

“No! No…”

You took his cheque book from him and set it on the table, looking at him

You took a deep breath.

“Yes, okay. I need the money, but taking it now won’t change anything. I’m raising two boys on my own, I’m going to have things I can’t afford, and that’s okay. They’re happy, they’re healthy and that’s all I could ask for.”

“Yes, maybe so, but this can clear all of that.”

You heard footsteps and you turned around.

“Julian? What’s wrong sweetie?”

The boy padded over, climbing into your lap and rested his head on you.

“The monsters are back..”

Lucifer titled his head a little.

“The monsters?” He asked.

“They’re under the bed…”

You smiled softly, kissing his head.

“How about I’ll go check for monsters, and then afterwards we’ll put the Christmas tree up a little early, how’s that?” You asked.

Julian nodded his head and you sat him next to lucifer.

“You stay here with Mr Morningstar, he’s a friend.”

With that you got up and left the room and Lucifer looked at your son, watching as another came padding out to sit with his brother.

“You dress funnily.” Niko said.

“Well so do you, your shirt is backwards.”

Niko frowned, and he glared a little at lucifer.

“Santa won’t bring you present if you’re mean.”

“Is that so?”

The two boys nodded their heads quickly.

Niko got up, and he began to get his toys out and lucifer watched him.

“Why are there monsters under your bed?” He asked.

“Sometimes they just stay there… I’m scared they’ll hurt my mommy…” Julian whispered.

“Well, from what I heard your mother is a brave woman.”

Then an idea hit him.

If you wouldn’t accept his money, then instead he would do the boys what they wanted Santa to bring them.

Then he would buy the presents and bring them over for you a few days before Christmas.

It was a flawless plan and he was proud of himself for it, and he couldn’t wait to see the look of shock when you saw

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Date Night.

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Read At Your Own Risk

Everything had to be perfect. There was no room for any kind of mistake, at all. The area had to be cleared well in advance, Tomura did the recon himself, making sure to keep an eye on heroes in the area and look into their patrol routes. The only person aside from Kurogiri to know about this area was Giran. He helped scout out this place for him, after all.

Once it was deemed safe, and he could be there without worry, then he would put his plan into motion.

First of all, the place needed to be cleaned up a bit, and any other person who knew about the place would either be bought off or threatened, just so they wouldn’t interfere. Not only that, it’d probably be best to get at least some food in the place…

After all, he wanted his first official date with you to go well.

You had been in the League as a medical assistant for some time now, having gone to school for years, and yet never able to complete your doctorate. You were nice to him, and he liked having you around. You two often went on trips to get things for the League; food Toga wanted, booze for Dabi, and oftentimes you’d snag a game for him, as a gift.

You talked to him, you played games with him, you helped heal his wounds and scolded him when he got too hurt…

You made him feel fuzzy inside, and he didn’t really know how to handle it. But, he wanted you to know, figured it’d only be fair if he was honest with you on how he felt about you- You seemed to reciprocate everything, so this should be fine, right?

Right?

He didn’t have time to dwell on it, which was probably for the best, so that way he didn’t back out of it like he had done many times before. When he wanted to ask you to dinner, he instead asked you to go on a run to get some food. When he wanted to ask you to have some drinks with him, he instead told you to go off and find some new recruits. When he wanted to ask you anything, he was always a coward and couldn’t.

Not this time though, he had put too much effort and resources into this to back out now- It’s not like he could pawn it off as a new base of operations for everyone…

Sat at the bar, his knee bounced in irritation and anticipation at your arrival from your most recent store run… What was taking you so long anyway? It was just supposed to be a run for snacks… His anxiety calmed down when you came in through the door, huffing with some bags in your hand. You offered him a smile, and he was more than thankful for Father to hide his red face. You were just so pretty, it was unfair… Maybe he could do this some other time-

“Tomura, you said you had something to ask me after I came back?”

Fuck. It was now or never.

“This evening… We’re going out, dress casual…”

You quirked your eyebrow, “Oh? Like- on a run? Well I just got back from one, couldn’t you have asked for what you needed before-”

“No. Not on a run. Just- Just do what I asked….”

With that, he left the bar faster than he probably should’ve, his hand flexing and unflexing as he fought off the urge to scratch. Why did you have to ask questions? Couldn’t you just do what he told you with no questions? Fuck- Then again he was vague- Ugh! You made everything so difficult!

It was especially stupid to be brushing his hair out of any knots or tangles. He hated brushing his teeth and putting on deodorant too, he looked like an idiot for doing all of this stuff for you. Throwing on the nicest clothes he owned (a clean t-shirt and pants), he made his way downstairs. You were in cute civilian clothes, a face mask on to hide your identity. Smart. You were always so smart, and pretty, and- Focus!

You noticed him standing there and smiled behind your mask.

“Ready boss?”

He nodded, moving past you without a word. You followed, like the good subordinate you are. Thankfully you were mostly silent, making comments here and there- Updates on your findings for new members and places that you’ve been staking out for new supplies.

The corner he turned he spotted it, the sanctuary he had been working on just for this. He opened the door for you, ignoring your teasing remark about him being a gentleman, and as you walked in he slipped in behind you to turn on the lights.

Doing so illuminated an old arcade, some games powering on slowly as they stood there in the entry-way. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight, and Tomura could feel his stomach tighten in anxiety, one of his hands moving to scratch at his neck. Was this the wrong move? Was this a bad idea? Maybe he should’ve just made some picnic, it would’ve been easier-

“This is super cool Tomura, where did you even find this place!?”

That caught him off guard, his scratching slowed.

“Giran found it… Thought it’d be a nice place to… Hang out…”

He had to act cool, so far you liked it.

“That’s awesome, do any of the games work?”

With that, he let out a calm sigh. He showed you which games worked, showed you where you could get coins to use, showed you some of the games he’d already started playing. Your smile warmed his heart, your cute giggles ran through his entire body, swelling his heart with pride. You enjoyed it, you liked what he did for you!

… He was happy.

For the next few hours you played games with him, told him about your favourite games outside of the arcade, and you two bonded even more. You were observant though, maybe too much so for your own good. During a playthrough of a fighter, you spoke up.

“So, when will the others be allowed to come here?”

Tomura clicked his tongue, “What do you mean?”

“Well, this is a nice place to hang out, I’m sure we could have them come here too.”

He grumbled at that, immediately hating the idea.

“This place isn’t for them, it’s for-”

He had to stop himself, with that you got some hits in on the game.

“For what, Tomura?”

He stopped playing, and you noticed after getting him down to half-health.

“Tomu-”

“I don’t want anyone else here because this is our spot.”

He went back to playing the game, offering no other explanation as his character started beating yours, easily winning the round. He noticed you stopped fighting, but when he looked at you, he knew he was in for it.

You had the cheekiest look on your face, a grin so wide he was shocked it wasn’t a full smile by now. You were slightly flushed, and very clearly curious.

“Why is that, Tomura~?”

He hated the teasing tone in your voice, rolling his eyes and focussing on the game again, starting a new round.

“Doesn’t matter…”

“It does to me.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why!?”

He started getting frustrated, and you noticed that, before you sighed.

“Sorry Tomura I just… I dunno, I thought that maybe you uh…”

You were barely playing the game, your smile fading from your face.

“Maybe you felt the same way… I mean you’re always so nice to me, we hang out more than any of the League and I… I think you’re cute… Maybe I’m just delusional, but I really do like you and your silence is not helping, I just- I-I don’t know I-”

The game was well forgotten behind them, neither of the characters moving as Tomura looked at you. You barely caught his eyes as you blinked away some anxious tears, before Tomura slowly and gently took your hand in his.

He stayed silent, unsure of how to word what was going through his mind.

What was he even supposed to say? Admit to you that he loved you and everything you did? Tell you about how often he dreamt of you? Tell you how much he hated seeing you get flirted with, how often he wanted to just grab you and kiss you in front of everyone, how badly he wanted to see you beneath him-

His hand shook a bit as he held onto yours, being sure not to keep too tight of a hold onto you. You two sat there for a few moments, your own anxiety far away now as you leaned into him silently.

You two were mostly silent for the rest of the date, and as the two of you walked back, you gently took his hand in yours again, smiling to yourself.

“This was great… Thank you, Tomura…”

He grunted, mumbling a simple “no problem”, and you smiled even more.

When you returned to the hideout, you stopped in front of the door. Tomura stopped next to you, looking down at your intertwined hands, before looking at you. You smiled, leaning in and kissing him.

His eyes widened, his face turning a bright red.

You giggled again, winking. “Maybe next time I can take us on a date!”

He grumbled again, nodding.

“Sure…”

You smiled, going inside. He stayed outside for a short minute, taking in a deep breath before smiling ever so softly.

He did it.

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