#Mother!reader

[mysicklove-main]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐘

Pairing: Father! Hawks x Mother! Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fluff! Little bits of threatening, anxiety, Protective! Reader

Summary: Keigo has the bright idea to convince his son to jump off a balcony. You dont react too well.

“Alright, kid, on the count to three, jump. Are you ready?” The trainee looks down and gulps. He nods his head hesitantly. “One…Two..”

“KEIGO!” You scream as you burst open the door to see your four-year-old standing atop the balcony rail, hundreds of feet from the concrete ground. 

The child, startled by the interaction, stumbles forward, and your heart drops. Time seems to slow down as you watch his still chubby face contort from shock to fear. Your eyes widen, and you try to race forward and grab him, but nevertheless, you are too late.

The horrific moment was over in less than three seconds because the young boy is being pulled back immediately with ten red feathers. Keigo gently places the boy in your arms (knowing if he grabbed his son, you would immediately take the small boy from him), and the smaller carbon copy of Keigo begins to sob into your chest.

Your heart thumps as you clutch the child closer to you. Keigo uses one of his feathers to brush a tear away from your face that you didn’t know had formed. When the red feather leaves your skin, your panic turns to anger as you glare at your husband. He lets out a sheepish smile. “I was teaching him how to fly?”

“By allowing him to jump off the top of our apartment building? Are you out of your mind? He is four!” You scold, and the child in your arms continues to sob. You run your fingers through his blonde hair, hoping to provide some sort of comfort from that traumatic event.

Keigo scratches the back of his neck. “Well, that’s how I learned. And look at me. I turned out alright! C’mon you know this, birds must push their children out of the nest in order to fly!” Your son's sobs turn into quiet whimpers as he calms down.

He began to step closer toward you, the recognizable “forgive me” smile plastered on his face. You glare at your husband. “Yeah, and birds also chew their food up and feed it from their mouth to their children, you wanna do that too?” 

The two males make the exact same disgusted face, except, of course, one is way cuter than the other. “Mama, that’s gross!” He whines and begins to squirm in your arms. You sigh and set him down, and the young boy races over to his father, who grins at him.

“I want to fly! Like Dada!” His tiny red wings begin to twitch, a sign that he finally has control over them, and his father nods in agreement. Although being so high up from the ground made the young boy nervous, he only cried because he wasn’t ready to jump. He truly wants to fly!

Keigo scoops the boy up, and the two turn to you and use their favorite puppy dog eyes, and you sigh. Unlike usual, the boys won this battle. “Fine.” Two golden eyes light up. “But.” They cringe. “No jumping off balconies. Let’s go to the park and find a tree or something. And we are gearing you up little bird.” The two make eye contact with one another, before coming to a consensus. They nod.

The poor baby bird looks ridiculous. Under your command, he was forced to wear a helmet, goggles, knee pads, and elbow pads. Keigo was right there, too; if anything happened, he would be able to catch your son without a second thought. But he was trying not to piss you off, so he let his son look a little ridiculous. He did have to hold back his laughs to not embarrass the young boy, though.

The little blonde was on the top of the tree, this time way more confident than on the balcony. His mother and father were there, he can see the ground, and if he falls, it won’t hurt too bad with all the gear. He was determined to fly. He clutches onto the branch as he waits for his father's instructions.

You sway uncomfortably as you stare at your near toddler on top of that 50-foot tree that Keigo carefully placed him on. It didn’t feel right instinctually, but for some reason or another, your husband decided to put your son on the tallest tree he could find. “Relax, Mama Bird. He is going to be fine. I mean, with all the gear you got him in, he could fall 100 feet, and he will still be alright.”

You look over at your son, who is fixing his dinosaur helmet, and sigh. Sure, it may be a little extreme, but if your son is jumping off a tree, you are willing to go the extreme. Besides, he looks adorable. “Your dramatics are going to be the end of me,” You tease but giggle for the first time being out here. Only he knows how to make you feel better.

He smiles at your laugh and wraps his arm around your waist, knowing you are beginning to cool off from your initial anger. He presses a kiss to your temple. “You love it,” He murmurs, and you don’t disagree.

The four-year-old upset that the attention has left him, frowns from above. “Can I fly now, Dada?”

“You ready kid?” He calls in return.

“Yes!” He moves his goggles from his forehead and onto his golden eyes—small red wings flap in excitement.

“Alright, you know the drill. Don’t be nervous. We are down here if anything happens, yeah?" The boy nods. "Good. On the count of three.” You grip onto Keigo and gulp, probably more nervous than your son. He rubs your arm in comfort, but even he is meticulously placing his feathers around the tree, ready to cling to the boy at any moment. It was more than his father did for him. “One…Two…Three!”

The young blonde runs to the side of the branch and jumps, successfully missing the other branches from hitting him on his way down. His wings begin to flap, but not hard enough to keep him up. He is still falling fast. 

Your heartbeat picks up, and the two of you tense as you watch your son come closer and closer to the grass. After a second of no progress, you begin to freak out. “G-Grab him!” You push at your husband, who is watching with a stone face. 

“Keigo!”

“Wait.” He whispers, and you stare at him in horror. Your son’s eyes widen when he sees the ground getting closer and closer. 

As a survival instinct, about 10 feet from the ground, the small bird opens his wings as wide as they can go and beats as hard as he can. He does this twice, and suddenly he isn’t falling anymore. It takes some effort to get used to flapping his wings hard enough to carry his body weight, but after a couple of seconds of staying in place, he is able to fly upward.

You’re still trying to process the situation when Keigo starts laughing. “That's my boy!” He yells as the young bird begins to fly clumsily in circles. 

Then, your husband beats his wings and begins to fly up after him. You are stuck staring at the two birds flying like lunatics. The boy, much lower to the ground, looks toward you for your approval. “Look Mama! Look!” 

“I see! You’re flying just like Dada!” He smiles that child-like smile that causes your heart to throb and nods at you from above. While focusing on you, the little boy fails to look ahead of him at the large tree he is flying rapidly toward. You gasp and begin to shout, but your husband, quick as ever, quickly cuts in front of the boy and leads him away, back to open air. You sigh in relief, but still, you can tell the next period of your life with the new skill development, your hair is going to gray.

Suddenly, familiar red feathers are scoping you up and are sending you flying toward the older blonde. He stands straight in the air as he monitors his son and plops you into his arms bridal style. He leans forward and nuzzles your cheek. “See, told ya he will be alright.”

“You got lucky, Bird; I swear if anything happened to him, I would–”

“Kill me. Yeah yeah, I know, I know. I wish you were that protective over me. Kids making me jealous,” He fake whines, and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t whine. You know I’m just as protective over you too. You have heard me threaten Endeavor about keeping an eye on you.” This time he rolls his eyes and laughs, remembering that event.

Your son does a circle around a tree and continues to giggle like he is having the time of his life. With him distracted, you lean upward toward your lover, and he, in turn, leans down. Just when he is about to press his lips to yours, you pause. Keigo frowns. “If I ever see my son jumping off a balcony again, I will do much worse than kill you. Do you understand?” You purr venomously into his mouth.

He lets out a sheepish, almost afraid laugh and nods immediately. You smile innocently and press your lips to his.

#keigo fluff #takami keigo #keigo takami #mha hawks #hawks #hawks fluff #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #bhna fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #mha imagines #hawks x reader #takami x reader #mother!reader #father!hawks #pro hero hawks #bnha hawks #bnha imagines #mello.writes

[elliesmainhoe]

Happy Mothers Day!!

HBO!Ellie Williams X MotherFigure!Reader

THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18 SO THIS FIC IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!!!!

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing.

Contents: tooth rotting fluff, happiness, extreme cuteness

Pancakes were supposed to be simple. Key word supposed.

Ellie woke up at the ass crack of dawn that morning, she had set her alarm clock for 6m and had switched yours off- discreetly forcing you into sleeping over time. She'd gathered all the ingredients the recipe had told her. Said recipe having been ripped out of the book they were originally in and found laying near a library a little outside of Jackson.

Ellie had squeezed fresh apple juice as she waited for the first pancake to cook through. A bad habit of Ellie's was losing track of time, she got carried away, squeezing the apple juice lead to her finding cutlery which lead to her cleaning said cutlery which lead to finding the right tray to put the silverware on. Ending up with the smell of burning flooding the kitchen.

She slammed the kitchens door, attempting to stop the smoke from wafting through the house alerting you of her antics and waking you up. She opened the window, the chilly air ventilating out the smell of smoke before she turned off the stove.

To say the pancake was a little crisp would be a bit of an understatement.

Shit. She only had enough for two, one for you, one for her. Oh well... She'll have the burnt one, today's about you anyways.

Take two was a little more successful a bit crisp on the edges but it'll do. She flopped them onto the two blue and white china plates- covering yours in fruit and hers in chocolate, balancing them on a wooden tray with the two glasses of juice before she took to the stairs.

She nudged open the door with her foot as she walked into the dark room, curtains closed and blocking out the ever insistent sunrise from seeping into your bedroom.

Cautiously, she placed the tray on your bedside table quietly before tiptoeing over to you window and drawing the curtains apart- the warm glow of the morning lightening the space.

Ellie watched as your eyes fluttered open. "Fuck kiddo. What time is it?" You grunted rolling over to look at your alarm clock 7:45am. 1 hour and 30 minutes late for patrol. Before you opened your mouth the soft voice of your daughter interrupted you.

"Don't worry Mom... I talked to Maria and she cancelled your patrol today" her hand gestured towards the tray of overlooked pancakes, before she whispered a shy "Happy mothers day mama..."

"Oh sweet girl come here" you opened your eyes as a blur of brown hair launched itself at you, her arms wrapping around you and giggling when you pecked her forehead lovingly.

"I tried to make you breakfast. It's not the best but-"

"It looks amazing kiddo. Thank you so much_ you smiled into her hair, before scooching up the bed- your back meeting the headboard as you move the tray onto your lap.

You took a bite of the fruit covered pancake, and honestly you couldn't tell whether or not Ellie was a culinary genius or you were just a smitten mother. Because fuck it tasted good.

Ellie's doe eyes looked up at you expectantly and with worry and anticipation. "Well done Ellie. This tastes so so so so good. You gotta cook for me more often now kid." You hummed, she seemed content with your answer.

"oh wait I got you something else" the girl said darting off your bed and out of the room before swiftly returning with what looked like... A sketch book? "I uh didn't really know what to get you and I thought you would enjoy something personal... So..." She shoved the sketch book into your hands "here."

You set your food aside, opting to open up the leather bound pad of paper instead. The first page read.

To Mom.

I know how much you like my drawings so I decided to put something together for you. Happy Mothers day.

Love Ellie.

You flipped to the next page and there was a beautiful sketch of you, sitting a the barstool of your kitchen island, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose as you read a new recipe

The next one was of you and Ellie. She had sketched out and traced the photo you both took in the malls arcade.

The next one was of a cartoon giraffe wearing a space suit on the moon.

It went on and on and on for 80 pages, sketches of you, her favourite things, her favourite hobbies, her favourite people it was so so so beautiful.

A single tear dripped down your cheek, "come over here baby" you sniffles hugging your girl tightly "my baby's so talented..." You hummed hands playing with her hair as she smiled joyfully.

"Thank you so much kiddo.."

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I actually celebrated mothers day 2 months ago! But I have baby fever rn so here I am again, healing Ellie Williams mommy issues.

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[moochalove]

Should've Ordered For Pickup…

This is an Au from my OTHER fic(s) with Pregnant/Mother! Reader!! If you want you can read this as part of it though! (I did keep the same idea just without the dark themes)….

I think my brain has been itched so I will be moving on from this whole idea that's been rotting my brain… 👍 So if you have any fic ideas feel free to share! Anyways!!!

It feels like you’ve been standing in line forever, your feet are killing you and your back hurts from the baby that is currently resting on your chest. You should’ve ordered your stuff for pickup… but it’s not like it was a lot of things either…this is taking forever, and you’re starting to get hungry! You salivate at the thought of what your husband has cooked for dinner, it almost eases you a little. Taking a deep breath you readjust your posture and clutch the small bag of fruits and vegetables you were looking to buy. “Almost done, sweetheart, then we can go home to Daddy! Doesn’t that sound nice?” you whispered in a hushed voice since your son seemed to have dozed off.

You’re startled by a voice that comes from behind, “Y/n? Is that you?” Of course, you’d recognize that cute voice anywhere, “Ayaka?” Taking a deep breath you turn around to greet her more properly. Yeah, you’re tired and you’d rather not talk to anyone right now, but she’s just trying to be nice. “How have you been Y/n? I haven’t seen you in forever. Not since…” Immediately noticing how she trailed her words you figured she’s heard about what happened between you and Kazuha. “Haha, yeah, it’s been a while. So… what brings you here?” She holds up a small plastic bag that’s full of cleaning supplies, “I wanted to help our back at the house but instead they sent me to go get things. I suppose this is a form of helping.” You lifted your bag of groceries in response, “Me too, I tell him I can cook my own food but he swears I do too much and that I must be tired. Oh well, I’m pretty tired when I get home anyways so I suppose it’s fine!” Ayaka turned her head in confusion as she looked at you up and down before her eyes settled on your resting baby, “So you’re dating someone?”You’re taken aback for a moment before you smile in response, “I’m actually married,” you flaunt the big rock on your ring finger towards her, and her eyes widen in shock from the jewel that casually sits on your finger, “I-it’s beautiful, Y/n!” She bows apologetically, “I’m sorry- I spoke out of line. Forgive me!” A laugh escapes your lips as you motion for her to rise, “It’s okay. You didn’t overstep any boundaries.” Her chest rises and falls in relief upon hearing those words. “Uhm, so… if you don’t mind me asking…” “Yes?” “Whose baby is that you’re holding?” Your frown curls into a smile as you turn to an angle to where she can see the baby’s face, “My sisters. I just thought I’d bring him along with me today.” Ayaka’s eyes sparkle with admiration as she coos over how cute he is. When she gets closer, she can’t help but feel like she’s seen that face before…

A voice shoots from behind, once again. “I’m back Ayaka-“ This time you freeze. Of course, she’d be here with him, why didn’t you think about that? Maybe while she’s distracted you make a run for the self-checkout that happens to be on the other side of the room. Yeah, that sounds like it’ll work! Plus, he shouldn’t recognize you so there’s no need for him to follow. You think a quick prayer, hoping Ayaka doesn’t tell him about you. Their conversation seems to be playing out normally and you take this chance to step out of line and speed-walk towards self-checkout.

As you input your items (since you can’t just scan them…) one by one, you exhale in relief. Almost done! Soon this’ll all be over and- where’s your card? Scrounging through your wallet you look for it in each slot. No, no, none of these are it! You can feel yourself start to get annoyed but the machine beeps before spitting out your receipt, your eyes turn towards the person who slid their card, and when your eyes land on the culprit you can practically feel yourself crack. “K-kazuha…! You really didn’t need to… but thank you… If you just give me a sec to go to the ATM I’ll get you some cash-“ He shoves the piece of paper into your grocery bags, and the next thing you know you’re being dragged out of the store by the wrist.

“Owowow-“ inhaling sharply through your teeth you caress your wrist, “No need to be rough…” Your eyes avoid looking at him but you can feel his heavy gaze on you. “So… why did you bring me out here? I kinda have somewhere to be.” “Why did you leave me.” It wasn’t a question it’s more like he was demanding an answer… Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepishly you reply, “I got busy, I guess.” His eyebrows quirk in frustration and he grabs your hands, pining them above your head. “Now’s not the time to act coy, Darling.” “Ah, and there it is. Are you still upset that I up and left you? Or maybe when I-“ You’re cut off abruptly by the sound of a baby’s laughter, you try and speak again but every time you open your mouth a giggle erupts from the infant. Kazuha releases you from his firm grip as he takes a few steps back, “You had a baby?” “My sister had a baby, to be more precise..” you reply sharply all while you wiggle your hands in front of your baby, causing him to giggle and smile. He stared at the baby for a few minutes, analyzing the way his red eyes lit up whenever you made a silly face, and he took notice of the striking red strand that accompanied his short h/c locks. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together, his slender fingers come up to your child’s much pudgier ones,

“That’s funny, I don’t seem to recall ever sleeping with your sister.”

“Well, Kazuha, you sleep with a lot of women. Sure you didn’t skip out on her charming face?”

“No, the only charming face I seem to recall is yours.”

“…”

“Is this my child, Y/n?”

You’ve stopped playing with your son and turned towards Kazuha, “So what if he is? What's it matter to you?” He smiles in response, he’s already heard everything he needed to hear. “No difference in fact, I’m not too fond of kids, to be honest,” he pulls his hands away from the small yearning ones that reach out for him when he pulls away, “So I think you’ll heart knowing that I don’t want any part of this kids life.” Your mouth opens slightly at his harsh words, and your fist clenches into a ball, “I never asked you to be part of it anyways, in fact- I already have a loving partner who enjoys being his father anyways,” A small huff came from Kazuha, he didn’t want to say anything and just let it be, but he couldn’t hold his tongue, “Oh, and who might that be? I truly doubt someone would want to stay with someone so… messy.” It hurt a little knowing he targeted you, the younger you, who was scared and insecure, but you knew you would feel all the better. “Oh, I actually think you might know him.” A smile crept up on your face as you felt pride being able to flaunt your lover, “I don’t if you remember him- oh, what am I saying? Of course, you do, yknow, he was kinda your roommate for a while? You know- the one with purple hair, anger issues, cocky, and- ah, the one mended my heart back together after you dumped me, at MY birthday party.”

Your heart sinks when you realize you raised your voice. Not because you cared about his feelings, but because of your baby, his face is churned in distress from your loud voice, and he begins to cry out loud. Inhaling sharply, you open your mouth to say something, but you swallow your words. All Kazuha could muster up was a chuckle and a sigh, he was clearly upset. Shooting him one last glare you walk off, gently patting your son's back, and trying to calm him.

He reaches out to you, but you avoid his touch and towards him with a sour expression, "Now what do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?" "I- Are you guys really..." His eyebrows furrow as he shakes his head, "No, what I mean to ask is if you told Ayaka about, y'know..." With a deep sigh, you respond in a cold tone, "No. No, I didn't tell her because it’s not really her business.” All he can do is smile and nod before he watches you walk away.

Maybe one day he would come to regret that choice, but you couldn’t care less. Even if he tried to be part of your son’s life you would allow it only if your son wanted to. For now, though, you guys were a happy little family. Your son has a loving father who spoils him with love and affection, and whenever you come home from work you’re always met with your husband playing and chasing your child around the house. Your heart melts with sappy feelings as you watch your husband and son both light up when they see you walk through the door. You could go on forever about how much you love them both but you won’t..

When you get home you set down your son on his high chair and you slouch forward as you exhale loudly, carrying him around on your chest reminded you of when you were pregnant. Once you wash up you’re back at the dining table and you’re drooling over the food your husband set out for you. Ah, you suppose you should tell him about your little encounter at the store… After you eat of course!

You’re both relaxing in the living room playing a board game, you’ve already set the baby to sleep. As you roll the dice you remember you have to tell him, “So… Today, at the store, I ran into Kazuha and- “ Scaramouche grabs your shoulders as fear fills his heart, and his eyes widen as he looks into your e/c eyes, “He didn’t hurt you or s/n did he?!” For a moment yourself stunned by how close he is. Shaking your head you grab onto his shoulders to try and ease him, “No, Scaramouche, he didn’t do anything. Although, He did drag me to the parking lot and he figured out he’s s/n’s father.. But it’s no big deal! Really!” Your face is turning sour again as you recall what he said, “He did say some things though.” Scaramouche looked frazzled as he still clung to you, “What did he say? You’re not gonna leave me right? You-“ “What? No! I would never. Besides- he doesn’t want anything to do with s/n…” He let out a sigh he had been holding in and he wrapped his lanky arms around you, “I’m sorry y/n. It’s okay though, since I’m here for you both. I promise I’ll never leave you- even if I were offered eternal happiness- I would decline since I have you both!” Your face beams with a smile and your heart feels mushy. “Would it make you feel better if he suddenly went ‘missing.’ It wouldn’t take much for me to set that up!“ You softly punch him as your face feigns shock, “No! We can’t just make him disappear just because he hurt my feelings a little- I mean yeah it would be nice, but aren’t we above that-“ Scaramouche is smiling ominously as he casually says, “Of course we’re above that. But if it were for you- I’d stoop real low.” A laugh escapes your lips as you bury yourself in his neck, “I love you.” “Oh? What's this about?” His response sounds cocky but he’s patting your hair, “You trying to have another kid-?”

Once again, you punch him, but this time harder.

Although that doesn’t sound too bad..

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin fluff #fem!reader #genshin angst #scaramouche x fem!reader #Mother!reader #genshin x fem!reader

[theold-ultraviolence]

Two thoughts, both for the canondad!Aemond kids.

First, concerning the reader: we know how Aemond is with his kids and them courting/whatnot but what advice does she give? Does she have to give the awkward pre-wedding-night talk? Does she catch Aegon trying to take Aeron to the Street of Silk and how exactly does she strangle her brother-in-law when it happens? Does Vaella go to ask her questions before her wedding about if Aemond’s injury ever bothered her (since Vaella has now also lost an eye)

Connecting to the lost eye and going back to Aemond. I can totally see him trying to help her with her prosthetic. She wants one as quickly as possible after everything happens and he’s having to hold her back because she’ll hurt herself. Then when she can finally get it he teaches her how to put it in/take it out and keep us safe/clean and just Them BondingTM over it would probably be so devastating but also healing for both of them.

'How exactly does she strangle her brother-in-law' ldkfjskjglkj I love this. Thank you so much for your interest in my silly little au!! I'm happy that this is the second time I'm asked about the reader in this situation. I feel like it's easier for all to enjoy dad!Aemond and we often forget about the counterpart! The following hcs follow these previous ones about Aemond's children courting, but now these will be centered around the reader. I'm also gonna include Vaella's missing eye which is a reference to this drabble.

Aemond's children: courting headcanons, part II. part I

Elaena:

As we know, the one who won Elaena's hand in combat against her, was her childhood friend, to Elaena's secret relief, as she had been burying all the pining she felt for him underneath her armors.

But Muña always knew. You saw the spark between the two children ever since they were very young, playing together in the gardens and later training together. You felt immense ease knowing that your eldest daughter would be loved as she deserved, that she wouldn't be married off to a stranger.

But, that's the thing. Elaena isn't marrying a stranger, she's marrying her friend. Unlike with some other lord, Elaena loves this man, so suddenly, all these intrusive thoughts about her being a disappointing wife flood her mind.

That her husband will only see her as a friend and never really desire her, and that being betrothed will mean that their friendship will suffer.

All of those thoughts are rushing through Elaena's nervous self the second the arrangement is made, so she goes to you.

"But, muña, he's my best friend. He only sees me as such. Someone to train and ride horses with. He sees me as a child with dirt-stained dresses and hair sticking out of my braids. How could he ever desire me?"

You just chuckle and shake your head, taking Elaena in your arms as you sit together by the fireplace. "My darling, has he ever actually said any of this to you?" Elaena ponders for a moment and shakes her head. "Well then, who's to say that the things that are going through your mind aren't going through his? he's probably just as worried as you are." Elaena just looks down at her lap, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Elaena, look at me. Do you desire him?" She nods without a second thought. "Well, chances are, he does too. The way I see it, your arrangement is ideal, my dear. Who would make a better lover, a better husband, than one who already knows you so intimately? One who is your friend? this is but the next step in your relationship, a new layer of yourselves you are about to discover together."

Elaena then takes a deep breath before looking up at you again, "Muña...will it hurt?" Elaena needn't say more.

"At first, yes. But it will feel good after a moment. He'll have to be patient and gentle, which I've no doubt he will, but if there is ever a moment where you feel discomfort or pain, you need to say it."

Still, Elaena appears nervous, and it occurs to you that this is the first time you've seen her this anxious. Suddenly she had become a little girl again; she wasn't even this afraid when she rode on Vaghar with Aemond for the first time. For someone who'd built herself to be indestructible, Elaena rarely dared to show anyone how vulnerable she felt sometimes.

"Elaena, do you love him?" you gently frame her face with your hands as she nods. "Does he love you?" again, she nods. "Then it will feel amazing. It's not about technique or prowess, it's about who you're with. I've seen the way you look at each other, my darling girl. You have nothing to worry about. But if things take a turn, you know you can always come to me or your kepa. We will always be there, even if you feel like you can protect yourself. You're not alone."

The day of the wedding is absolutely beautiful. Both you and Aemond are overcome with melancholy from seeing your little girl turned into a beautiful woman. But you can breathe when you see the amount of love pouring from Elaena and her husband's eyes, the way they can't stop holding onto their hands for the rest of the celebrations.

After the wedding, you don't see Elaena for an entire week.

At first Aemond and you were worried, but when you went to their apartments to enquire, Elaena's lady-in-waiting assured you that there was absolutely nothing to worry about and that the princess and her new lord husband had ordered for the staff to not disturb them until further notice.

Vaella

Vaella losing her eye was like, an au of my au lol, but now I'm rolling with it. First, some thoughts Re: Aemond and Vaella bonding over keeping up her prosthetic eye.

As soon as she healed, she asked Aemond if she could have a sapphire eye to match his. Aemond felt a mix of pride and also regret because, he was honored she'd want to wear a symbol to forever connect her to him, but he also hates the fact that she has to.

Aemond keeps telling her that she can have her own sapphire eye, but she'll have to wait. Aemond would want to scout for the prettiest one - bigger than his own, for Vaella's eyes are bigger than his - and even more perfect in its cut.

So Aemond takes his time in looking, even asking if she'd want something else to replace the sapphire, but Vaella is adamant.

And so unlike her, she begins to feel a little bit desperate.

Her betrothed has been informed of her accident; the message had been sent to him all the way to the north as soon as Vaella was healing. He replied immediately, telling her that he'd go to the Red Keep as soon as possible.

And Vaella doesn't want to be seen like this, bedridden and weak.

She starts getting anxious and restless, chewing on her lip and staring at the window, dreading the arrival of her betrothed. It was so unlike her. It's made worse when Aemond finally arrives with the perfect sapphire but tells Vaella she'll have to wait for a little longer or else she'll hurt herself more. Her wound still needs a little bit more time, and she has to put on her prosthetic with patience and care.

Her betrothed arrives before she has the chance to put it on.

She's weakly waiting for him in the halls of the Red Keep, holding onto her muña's arm for support - both physical and emotional. For now, she's only wearing a white cotton eyepatch, with some pretty embroidered details on the edges.

"He hasn't seen me like this, what if he dislikes me now? who would want me like this?"

"Vaella Targaryen, stop that nonsense." You tell her. "Has your father's lack of an eye made you love him less? Have you ever seen me recoil from him because of it?"

"No...but he...he's kepa. And I'm just me..."

"Stop it, child. You are beautiful. Your family loves you and your betrothed will. If he does not, then he is not suited for you and we'll make sure to dismiss him at once."

"Muña...? can I ask you something?"

"Did you ever feel weirded out by Kepa? did...did it hurt him? you know...during...I'm just afraid. I'm afraid of how it will feel when I'm with him...I'm afraid of it hurting, or him feeling repulsed by me."

You laugh and look at her with nothing but love and conviction.

"My darling, it has never repulsed me. It's just another part of your kepa, something that makes him, him. Another part of him to love. And if your betrothed loves you the way I love your father, you'll feel safe and wanted. It won't hurt you, as long as he's careful with you. Your father has never been hurt when we're intimate, and it's a matter of constantly making sure he's comfortable and him not exerting himself. Communication is key, my sweet."

Vaella's pondering over your words stops, for in comes her betrothed, still donning all of his lavish, heavy furs despite the heat in King's Landing. He seems out of breath as he rushes inside the hall, and runs the moment he spots Vaella. Vaella weakly lets go of your hand and meets him halfway, as he embraces her in a tight hug.

"Careful of her injury." You solemnly command, a bit weary of the man being rude to Vaella. But your heart eases the moment his rough touch becomes gentle, as he frames Vaella's face delicately and looks at her with big, watery eyes, kissing the stretch of a scar that peaks from under her eyepatch.

"My light, my beautiful love" he murmurs into the side of her head as he hugs her, and Vaella melts into his embrace, clinging tightly to him.

After a few days, Aemond finally lets her put on the sapphire eye. Her betrothed wanted to be there for it, but Aemond had shot him with a death glare. This was a private moment between father and daughter.

Aemond cleans up the sapphire and washes his hands before sitting in front of Vaella, and very meticulously inserting the sapphire in her eye socket. As he does it, he tells her all about the procedure, how to keep the prosthetic clean, how to take it off, etc. "Did that hurt?"

"Only a little pinch." She says as she rolls her eyes to test out the feeling of the sapphire on her face. "Feels a little odd."

"You'll get used to it."

After that, Vaella's betrothed knocks on the door, looking very humbled, bowing to Aemond and asking for him to explain how to care for Vaella's eye. What they don't know is that his betrothed had spoken with you while they were inside, asking you the very same thing Vaella had. If she would get hurt, how to make her feel comfortable.

This immediately earned him a lot of points in your book, and you could sigh with relief over your daughter marrying someone as caring as he. So by the time the day of her wedding came, and Vaella kept getting flustered and nervous, you could only laugh fondly and continue to reassure her.

When Vaella gets married, she does so proudly displaying her new sapphire eye.

And the morning after, she sits at the table with a new air of confidence about her. A certain kind of glow as she sits beside her new lord husband, no longer shrinking her shoulders or sitting quietly.

Aeron

One night you hear some ruckus outside of yours and Aemond's apartments, and you instantly recognize the voices belonging to Aegon and your son, Aeron.

You grumble as you get out of bed, put on a robe, and step outside.

Aegon is shaking his nephew's shoulders, seeming already a bit tipsy as he whispers, "It is time, nephew! you do want to know how to please your soon-to-be lady wife, don't you!? I'm telling you the only way to know is to - "

"AEGON!" you shout, "what are you doing?"

"Giving the boy a pre-wedding gift, that's what!"

"Absolutely, no! Aeron I forbid you to go with your uncle! I know exactly what kind of gift he speaks of!"

Aeron just looks like he wants to laugh from how angry you look, yanking him away from his uncle, who's looking all stupefied by the fact that you had the nerve to yell at him the way you do.

"Come on, I only want what's best for the boy. Don't you want the same!?" Aegon keeps on slurring, and if your temperature wasn't running high, you'd laugh at the way he's staggering down the hall to keep up with you, as you take Aeron back to your rooms.

"Precisely. Which is why he's never to follow along your depraved ideas of gifts!"

You bring Aeron back to your rooms and shake his shoulders, "were you actually planning on following your uncle!?"

Aeron is just speechless, half scared of his mother, and half amused over the whole encounter.

"Well!? answer me, son!"

"No! Of course not!"

"Aeron Targaryen don't you ever take advice from your uncle about women, you hear me? you come straight to your father or me!"

"You?"

You just look at him as if he's grown another head. "What's wrong with that!?"

"No offense, mother, but that would be so embarrassing..."

You roll your eyes and sigh, half understanding of Aeron's hesitance but also frustrated. "Fine, don't talk to me then, but please, talk to your father. Unlike your uncle, your father knows how to treat a woman properly."

Internally you laugh at the face Aeron makes, cringing at the implications.

"I promise, muña...”

"Go back to sleep then! this isn't a proper hour for a prince to be up!"

Time passes and Aeron finally gets married. And it seems as though his lady wife was as hard to figure out in the bedroom, as she was while Aeron first began courting her.

The first few times the both of them came down to dine with the family, Aeron had this defeated aura surrounding him. You never brought it up to either Aemond or Aeron himself, but you knew.

Each day that passed he looked more and more lost inside his head, wandering aimlessly around the halls. Often he opened his mouth and looked as though he was about to ask you something but quickly refrained.

One evening over a shared cup of tea, you finally decide to ask.

"How has it been with your lady wife? Have you settled into marital life well, my love?"

Aeron remains quiet, eying his cup of tea for an eternal moment until he takes a deep intake of breath and spills all his worries in one go.

"Muña, I -" "I'm a bit lost and I'm too embarrassed to ask kepa. I don't want to disappoint him. But I..."

You're just smiling, ever so patient with your son.

"I just don't know what I'm doing! what do I do!? I can't seem to figure out how to...how to, um...please my lady wife..."

"What did I tell you?" you couldn't help it. You just had to throw that to him, but all in good nature. He sighs and slumps on his seat, covering his eyes in shame. But you discard your tea and rise to take a seat beside him, taking his hands away from his face.

"Don't worry, my love. I never ever wish to make you feel uncomfortable, nor do I ever want you to feel like there are things we cannot discuss. You can talk to me about anything and everything. Now, what's this I hear about your lady wife? what seems to be the problem?"

Aeron eases from your kind words and then proceeds to vent out his feelings. He confesses that he feels awkward, regardless of how much he loves her. That all the things he's overheard from other young lords or even Aegon himself just don't seem to bring her any pleasure.

"Don't think about what you're supposed to do. Think about her, first and foremost. Think about her pleasure. Ask her to show you, and if she doesn't know herself, you can discover it together. It's all about patience. Also, nobody arrives at it already knowing. It is a never-ending learning curve. Bodies change, and people change. There is always something new to discover about the other. Always remember, intimacy is not an act or a demonstration of your manhood. It's something to enjoy, and to show love."

Aeron embraces you afterward, feeling an immense weight lift from his shoulders.

Several moons pass, and one night, you're once again awakened by a ruckus coming from outside.

But when you go out to inspect, you stop dead in your tracks and rush back into your rooms immediately, burying yourself under the covers to drown out the noise.

It seems you had given Aeron some pretty amazing advice, and soon the entirety of the Red Keep would know about it.

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[the-faceless-bride]

One for me one for you

Sam x mother!Reader

Slight Micheal x reader (?)

⚠️ GORE ⚠️

You finished smoothing down your hair that stuck out of the dark purple cloak, smiling in the mirror before feeling a tug on your cape.

You look down with a smile, your son stood there cape in one hand and his bucket in the other; "yes, I'm ready let's go!" Sam hops a little and rushes to the door but still waits for you to make your way over, practically vibrating in his spot he was so excited to be going out trick 'r treating!

You take his little hand in yours before walking out, the door shutting behind you on its own. Walking down the small set of stairs to the street, Sam hopped down each step, an almost silent giggle pulled from him at the bottom.

Going from door to door down your street, sometimes you would wait as Sam ran up to the house by himself, others he would drag you with him and help lift him up when he couldn't reach the doorbell.

Smiling at your little boy when he spun around excitedly when he was given a large swirly pop, practically shoving it in your face as he jumped up in a 'look it, look at this awesome thing I have!' Way, "yes Sammy, I can see your swirly pop! Is it yummy?" You asked and he nodded his head pulling himself into your arms to sit on your hip, his feet kicking back and forth as he bopped his head to the song in his head.

But this beautiful domestic moment with your sun was ruined, a group of older kids... And they were NOT spreading nor appreciating the spirit of Halloween.

Sam slowly tugged on your hood, his feet stopped kicking and he wasn't holding his swirly pop up in joy anymore, he held it low his little first clenching the stick, slightly shaking...

You kissed the side of Sam's head before placing him on the ground, watching him carefully as he waddled to the house past the rowdy teens.

One of the older boys stopped and quickly grabbed the attention of his friends, "hey there little guy. What you got there?" The older kid gestured to Sam's rather large bag full of candy.

Sam looked down at his bag, to the swirly pop in his hand, to the group of teens. "Yeah, you plan on sharing any of that?" One of the girls said, Sam stared at her for a moment, while yes he did plan to share with you and his father, he thought these teens deserved a chance to fix their ways.

He looked around counting the kids, five, three boys, and two girls. Sam reached into his bag pulling out three suckers, and two chocolate bars, holding them out to the five teens.

The group of teens looked amongst themselves laughing before the leader dressed as a clown shoved Sam before snatching his candy bag before all five ran off, "thanks for the Candy kid!" Sam sat up looking down at the concrete, the suckers, and Candy bars are strewn about, and his swirly pop was cracked in half.

You rushed over to your son as he looked up at you, a small whimper of sadness left him as he half his arms up to you. "Oh, my poor Sammy" you picked up your son and followed after the awful kids.

Your mother bear instincts were at an all-time high and you weren't going to let these kids get away with this, you were gonna try and convince them to give your son his candy before it's too late.

"Hey!" The kids stopped in their tracks, they were in the middle of going through all the candy in Sam's bag, "get a load of this guy! He got his mommy!" The girl dressed as an Angel laughed and that was Sam's last straw.

Sam jumped from your arms running towards the Angel girl before using his broken swirly pop into her neck and pulling, ripping her throat out. Before turning around and shoving the same pop into the boy that was sitting next to her.

At this point, the other girl and two boys left started to come out of their shock and started to scream and panic, the three teens got up to make a run for it; Sam jumped on the back of one of the running boys biting his neck, you grabbed the other one wrapping your cloak around his head.

After that Sam ran up to you trying to get your attention on the girl that was running away.

But she didn't pose much of a threat as she was stopped as a knife went through her stomach, she looked up seeing a very tall man, his emotionless mask staring down at her.

The knife going in and out of her over and over, the girl collapses and the Man turns to you and Sam.

...."hi honey!" You say and Sam lifts his arms in joy as he runs past you to his father, and you reach down pushing the Angels body over to grab Sam's colorful candy bag.

Walking over to Michael who was holding Sam on his hip, and you hold out the candy bag to Sam.

"Com'on let's go home."

#slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #trick 'r treat #sam x reader #mother!reader

[stealforreal]

Mommy dearest 3

Tenko is now officially in your care, but his quirk is still not registered. A trip to the doctor goes slightly askew, and once again you are faced with the prejudice that follows quirks.

03 A visit at the doctor's

Waking up to Tenko next to you was still a new, but welcoming feeling. It had been 2 weeks since Tenko officially became your son, and was lovingly calling you mama. It makes your heart so full every time he says it. Over the past 2 weeks, some behavior patterns have turned up. Like how Tenko would scratch at his neck everytime he got anxious, or hadn’t used his quirk in a while. Or how he would always ask, if he was allowed to eat. To combat that you spend a lot of time cuddling and testing his quirk. Let’s just say the garbage disposal company hadn't had anything other than dust from your household. 

You also put Tenko in therapy, where the therapist had been so kind as to allow you to sit and comfort Tenko the first few times. Tenko seemed to like her, and frankly so did you. The therapist was one of the only people so far who didn’t discriminate against Tenko, because she wasn’t afraid of him and if she was she was still professional.

But now that Tenko was doing a lot better, you had to address the elephant in the room. His quirk registration.

“Tenko honey, we need to visit the doctor soon,” You said in a gentle voice. You didn’t want to risk Tenko reacting badly. Tenko stopped playing the new video game you got him “but why mama?” Tenko looked up at you with his big innocent ruby eyes. “Well, we need to get your quirk registered” you said as you caressed the top of his head. Tenko looked confused, “But we already know my quirk, mama,” his confused expression was adorable. “Yes we do, Tenko” you bopped him on his nose, causing him to giggle “but we need a medical professional to examine you, mama is not allowed to, it's illegal even if mama is a doctor.” you gently explained to him, scouting his reaction for any sign of tension.

“Do we have too?” Tenko asks, giving you puppy dog doe eyes. Ever since you adopted Tenko, and the person checking in marked you fit as a parent, he had been very comfortable around you. Tenko knew you wouldn’t hurt him, your words and actions had shown him that. So Tenko had allowed himself to be a child, and free. With that came the puppy dog eyes, usually it was hard saying no to the doe eyes. But you knew when you had to put your foot down.  “Yes Tenko, we have too. I want to make sure you are 100% okay ” Tenko reluctantly gave in. And so you began your journey to the doctors office, you had planned this ahead of time and booked an appointment.

The doctor's office was filled with anxious little kids and their mom or dads, a lot of posters about health and it was all in horrible colors that maybe could make your eyes bleed over time. Tenko was surprisingly enough one of the more silent kids in the waiting room, rather than fidgeting he opted to play on the console you got him on his first shopping trip. The game he was playing captured all his attention, so you used that as an excuse to sweep a glance across the room. 

A young boy and mother with uncanny resemblance came out of the doctors room, one looking schooked and the other glum as glum as can be. Both of them had the greenest hair you’d seen in a long time. Their matching glossy eyes, sparked an ounce of sympathy that took root in your soul. Whatever happened to them, must have been bad. I hope they’ll be alright. 

With Tenko consumed by his game, and you observing all the people who come and go, the wait went by fast. “Ms.y/n and Tenko, I’m ready to see you now.” The doctor announced it in the waiting room. “Tenko honey, put the game away, it's us now.” Tenko nodded his head, saved the game and shut off the console so you could have it in your purse again. Hand in hand you and Tenko followed the doctor. Once in her office, it gave you a chance to evaluate her. She was young from what you could tell, wore her hair up in a bun and had an expensive set of rings on her fingers. Oh no, a privileged kid turned doctor. Wait bad y/n, maybe she won’t be so bad. While in your head you almost missed her first question and the tone that followed.

“It says on the paper you're here today for a quirk evaluation. So first I need to ask what your relationship is” There was a certain sneer to her voice as she spoke the word , relationship, as if she couldn’t be more judgemental she also gave you the elevator look. “Mother and son” the answer came out with more bite than intended, but her everything was giving you bad vibes at being judged. It made it even worse when she turned and scanned Tenko, causing him to retreat into himself. Silently you began petting his head, stroking his hair in an attempt to offer some comfort from the doctor.

“Alright, it says in the notes that you have discovered Tenko’s quirk but would like a medical evaluation.” Silently you offer a nod and a little ‘yes’, doing your best to not march out the doctor's office. The doctor just gave off such a bad feeling, like you are not enough and are the scum of the earth. A pretty bad feeling to have when you're visiting a children's doctor.

“Okay, I will need Tenko to come with me for the tests, to do the evaluation ” Tenko’s head snapped over to you, big red eyes pleading not to. “It’s alright Tenko, it needs to be done. Besides you never have to again afterwards, doesn’t that sound nice honey?” you calm Tenko down, the small pout on his face tells you he’s not exactly happy with the outcome.

You were ushered out of the room, and into the hallway. Time ticked by slowly, your heart was hammering out of your chest. What if she hurt Tenko, the doctor seemed to be the type to let their prejudice dictate their actions.The door opened after some time  “you can come in now” The doctors words were sharp, clearly something happened. The doctor seemed on edge once she came closer to Tenko, and Tenko was sitting in a chair with his head down and trembling fist all scrunched together. 

“Well the evaluation is over, I can give you some pamphlets on what to do. But, don’t ever come here again” The doctor said tensely, while she was stocking piles of pamphlets into your arms. The top pamphlet said something along the lines of: how to deal with a villain's quirked child. The nerve of that woman had you seeing red. “Excuse me, did you mean to give me these pamphlets? '' The tone in your voice almost had the fully grown doctor shaking in the knees. The doctor, not wanting to lose face, tried to shift the blame towards you “Well, maybe if you hadn’t had your son so early he would have had a non- villain quirk” she spat out the words, son and villain quirk.

Seeing red still, you scooped up the trembling Tenko and hugged him close. His fists were still clenched together, a sure sign he was uncomfortable with his quirk again. Two weeks of getting better all down the drain p´because of a rookie doctor with quirkism prejudice. “Who are you to tell me or my child, that his quirk is villainous. If anything you are the one behaving like a villain here, I hope you get fired after I contact the hospital about your unacceptable and less than professional approach ” with the scolding of the doctor done, you headed out the door with the softly crying Tenko. When you reached the lobby of the hospital, you swiftly threw out the stupid pamphlets and grabbed your bags. The journey to the car was filled with a lot of kisses to Tenko’s head, and back rubs to the best of your filled hands ability.

The car ride home consisted of you trying to make conversation with Tenko, asking him about his games and other topics that usually got him talking nonstop. But he was mostly silent, only giving a small ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when you asked him direct questions. So you stopped trying to make conversation and instead turned up the volume of the radio, deciding to give Tenko some space and time to process.

Tenko was still mostly unresponsive when you arrived home, so after placing your things away and in their spots you scooped Tenko up and sat ión the couch. “It’s okay Tenko, I love you no matter what the doctor said. Besides I know you a lot better, so I know she was wrong honey. You will be exactly what YOU want to be, it doesn't matter if it's a professional gamer or hero. You quirk is not villainous there is no such thing, so don’t worry honey. ”

Sitting in your lap, and hearing you reassure him was just what Tenko needed. Wailing he flung into your embrace, and sobbed his little heart out. He was so relieved, you loved him and would still keep him. He wasn’t cursed with a villain's quirk, mama said so and she was always right. 

After calming down Tenko got sleepy, it took a lot out of his little body to be so pent up with emotion. Before he fell completely asleep his little sleepy voice rang out “I love you mama”. Sighing and smiling a gentle smile you picked up Tenko, choking to put him to bed. With a kiss to his forehead, you could only look forward and swear you would make him continue to feel loved. 

It seems like the journey of motherhood is a long one ahead, luckily you were always ready for a challenge. Tenko was going to get the best mama in the world, you would make sure of it.

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[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

OMGGG CAN YOU DO MORE MOTHERLY READER SJAJKA

the motherly reader with chavez and strange is so cute like we need more content 😔

she’s so motherrrrr

Family Reunion (1)

Reader: female | Romantic (Strange | Parently/platonic (Chavez)

Type: on going one shot part 1/?

Notes: guys sorry for not posting your girl went to disneyland and met Loki 🥺

Warnings: none

Masterlists: Marvel | The "Playlist"

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"We are not going to this." Stephen defended.

"Correction. You're not going to this." Y/n corrected, "Its a small opportunity to see what family I do have left. Plus after the Snap. They really did forget about all that Frank's done."

"Forgive me If I dont want a law abiding citizen get involed with a mass-"

Y/n turned her head to glare at him. Causing him to go silent and Y/n returned to packing.

"Then your not taking America with you."

"Im taking America with me. She wants to go any how." Y/n informed.

"And if someone-"

"Attacks us? I think I can handle it." Y/n spoke zipping up her duffle bag and bringing it with her, stopping infront of him and kissing him on the lips shortly, grabbing his hand.

"Im a Castle-"

"But you're a strange."

Y/n smiled smally at him, he bringing her hand up to place a long kiss on it.

"I'll be fine." Y/n smiled at him, "but you're always welcomed to come, you are my fiance after all. And that makes you atleast half castle."

Strange sighed giving it, "fine."

"Thatta boy." Y/n teased leaning in to kiss him again and then pull away to go find America.

She was already packed and ready to go waiting at the door "come on!" She whined.

Y/n laughed, "calm down we're not going to save the world, we can take our time."

Walking down the stairs she dropped her things, "Stephen's coming with us."

"He is!?" She smiled.

Y/n nodded.

It was within a few mintues most likely due to magic that Stephen was ready and walking down the steps.

Y/n smiled, walking towards the door to follow America.

"Where are you going?" Stephen asked.

"Oh yeah." Y/n smiled, "im driving. Its not far away but we're staying at Mama's house for a few nights. She's been dying to spend time with America. Oh yeah. No magic trip-"

"No magic? What are you? Insane?" Stephen questioned, "if something attacks us?"

"Which it won't." Y/n responded, "Stop being parinoid. The only thing thats gonna attack us is my father in a hug."

Stephen followed Y/n as the two left the sanctum.

"But if it does."

"Then we can use magic." Y/n defended, "But we'll be fine I promise."

Walking towards her car she popped the trunk and opened it,putting America's bag inside, "go ahead and get it."

America nodded and Y/n put her own inside Stephen following with his.

"They're not to hot on magic." Y/n responded to his previous comment, "Plus. There sitll suprised I escaped the Widow program and found then. So lets just, Chill okay?"

Y/n closed the door looking over at him, "fine."

Y/n smiled, at him, "thank you."

Getting in the car together it was about an hour drive to her parents house. America kept herself busy with the window, watching at the people past by and Y/n and her Strange held small talk the whole way his hand on her thigh in a loving matter.

"Im sure they'll love you." Y/n smield, "As long as you eat three plates of food."

"Thats insane. And unhealthy."

Y/n chcukled, "we're Italians. We like a lot of food. Plus. Its never all the same food. Just. If mama offers you more take it. Even if you end up givin to it luigi."

"Luigi?"

Y/n nodded, "The dog. Dad's name is Mario."

Stephen chuckled, y/n smiling as she turned the corner and pulling into a few space in the drive way, turning off the car.

Out came an old dog with quick speed, Y/n opening the door and it jumping in quickly than Y/n could react.

"Hey! Hey!" Y/n laughed, the dog barking at her, with it's tail going a hundred miles a mintue.

"Hey there baby." Y/n smiled hugging the dog as she pet it happily, it licking her face with excitment.

"I missed you too. I missed you too!" The dog jumped back out, barking excitedly.

"Seems you've been missed." Stephen spoke as Y/n smiled.

"Oh just wait." Y/n spoke getting out she closing the door behind her.

America followed her, the dog happily going over to her and sniffing her legs, then going crazy in excitement once again.

"He won't hurt you." Y/n told America reaching out her hand just for the dog to lick it happily she happily petting him.

"Come on." Y/n smiled, "he'll follow."

America grabbed her hand and Stephen waited at the end of the car for them.

Luigi followed them excitedly. They walking on the path to the door where it already smelled of Pasticciotto leccese and cinnamon rolls, her dads favorite.

"Mama?! Pa!" She called.

"Y/n?"

There her mother was in an apron with a tray of sweets in hand.

"Y/n! Ah! My Mimma!" She smiled setting the tray down, Y/n letting go of America's hand, Y/n happily hugging her happily.

"Look at you!" She smiled, her mother had a thick Italian accent, a heart of gold for her children and a love for baking.

Y/n smiled happily, "Its so good to see you mama. I missed you so much, and have some people to introduce you too."

Turning back she smiled, "Mama. This is Stephen and this is America."

A quick like of Italian came from her: neither America or Stephen understanding what they were saying.

But America was hugged happily as so was Stephen.

"He's so handsome!" She smiled, "This is your boy toy-"

The beep of the oven caught her off gaurd, "The cake, come America!"

Yet she rushing off to go get the cake pulling America off most likely to feed her the amount of sweets she had hidden away.

"Boy toy?" Stephen questioned with a teasing smile.

"Oh please. " y/n explained, "Things were diffrent in highschool. Plus I had Frank who always had my back."

He shook his head and gave her a short kiss.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

Y/n turned her head, America holding a plate of freshly made mousse her mother had pulled from the fridge.

"Try one? Oh please I live for this stuff." Y/n smiled taking a square, and happily taking a bite, "mhm. Here."

She lifted it up to Stephen's lips, he taking a bite.

Her mother called them into the kitchen, Y/n walking quickly at the call of her name: "You're papa is out in the garden."

Y/n nodded with a smile, "What he grow this year?"

"The usual." She smiled flipping the cake on a dish and pulling the pan up.

"Oo is that upside down cake?"

Y/n reached for it just for her hand to be playfully slapped away.

"Go. You'll have some tommrow." She spoke, "go say Hi to your father while he's in a good mood."

Y/n sighed, "Alright."

Kissing her mothers temple she went to go see her father, Her mother asking America to stay and help her fill cannolis for the next day.

She took Strange's hand and started going through the house.

"Wait wait-"

Y/n stopped, Stephen looking at the photos. She had a large family for sure. But no pictures: no photos of her: not as a kid or a baby atleast.

When she hit what looked to be 17, thats when she started to show up.

"I lost alot of time to the widow program." Y/n spoke, "Luckily. I found them again."

Pulling him along them made it back outside her dad's garden grand as ever.

"Pa!"

He looked up from the rose bush he was cutting from a basket of mixed flowers next to him.

"Ah! Mia Mimma!" He cheered, Y/n smiling as he took his time standing up, leaving the basket behind.

Y/n walked down the few steps, he smiling as they hugged, he giving her a big kiss on each cheek.

"Ah look at you!" He smiled, "So beatiful!"

Y/n flushed, "come on pa."

She turned back to Stephen, "this is Stephen Strange."

"Mario Lorenzo Castiglione. A pleasure."

They shook hands, Stephen swore his hand was going fo break as he nodded in response.

"He's my fiance Pa."

"Fiance? Oh!" He smiled, "someone's finally tamed my wild one!"

Y/n looked at Stephen he only chuckling as she smiled at him.

"Did you tell Mama about this?"

"She's busy. You know her." Y/n spoke.

"She making cinnamon rolls?"

"Yes." Y/n smiled.

"Go get me some."

"What?" Y/n protested playfully, "no way! She'll kill me!"

"Its worth it for your old man!"

Y/n shook her head, "fine. But be nice to Stephen."

"Fine fine!"

Y/n chuckled, "good luck."

Kissing Stephen's cheek she walked off to go sneak her way into the freshly made cinnamon rolls.

"Come on come on!"

Stephen followed her father, he wasn't one for gardening but it was worth it to get on her fathers good side.

"Where'd you meet my daughter."

"Believe it or not, she was saving my ass." Stephen spoke as they walked over to the flowers a pair of garden sisscors handed to him which he said thank you to.

"She tends to do that." He spoke, "I need a hand full of Chrysanthemums."

Stephen went to work, he was much slower than the old man besides him.

" she has the qualities to be a hero." Stephen told, "Sometimes I'm glad she refused an Avengers contract."

"Me and you both."

The two laughed, her father sighing, "she'll never stop trying to help."

"That she won't." Stephen spoke, tossing his group of flowers in the basket, "Never known y/n to quit anything she's done."

"Stephen!"

Out came running America, she rushing down the steps towards him.

"Who's this?"

"Our daughter America." Stephen spoke, the words he speaking on the back bunner of his mind as he spoke, too worried with why she was running towards him.

"I thinm Y/n's brother is here." She spoke.

Stephen nodded, "he's kinda scarry."

"Wanda scarey?" Stephen spoke standing up,

"Even worse."

"Its fine. You can stay here."

America nodded sitting besides him, Stephen closest to the door with his body blocking veiw of America.

"America this is Y/n's dad."

America waved still tense, "Hello."

He smiled sweetly, "Don't let Francis scare you. He's a big baby on the inside."

"Hey!" Y/n called from the back door,"Mama said dinners done!"

"Lets go before ma gets upset."

The three got up, America grabbing the basket for Y/n's dad as they walked inside.

Y/n smiled as she walked back in the door most likely to help her mother set the table.

Her father held the door open for the two: they thanking him. America following the older man to find a vase.

"Have fun?" Y/n asked plates in hand as she was passing across the hallway.

"Gardenings not my thing." Stephen shrugged Y/n walking down towards him with a smile.

"And what is your thing?" Y/n chuckled, "You don't have many hobbies."

"Got me there." Stephen told returning the chuckle, "I do enjoy one hobby pretty recently as well."

"Oh?"

"Im quiet occupied with being someones fiance. My newest hobby. Might drop it." He spoke, "maybe be someones husband."

Y/n laughed rolling her eyes, "really? Im in the same hobby....find it quiet....boring."

He rolled his eyes, "it does have it's perks...sometimes it can get a bit...ya know." She spoke leaning in: as if her comment was a secret.

"I don't, care to inform me?" He spoke sarcastically.

Y/n looked him up and down quickly: "shame...maybe one day when you change hobbies to husband you'll find out."

With her last comment she kissed her lover softly, told him to go wash his hands and asked if he didnt mind grabbing the cups on his way back.

Within a few mintues the table was finished being set. Y/n helping America take her seat and Stephen pulling out Y/n's chair for her. She thanking in as she took a seat, he following her. Her father doing the same small gesture for her mother.

Yet two chair were empty, Y/n was silent about it, too busy asking what America wanted to eat. The handing over the plate to her father.

"Have you spoke to you're brother?" Her mother asked.

Y/n shrugged, picking at her food, "not really."

That was a touchy subject to start dinner off with.

"You have a lovely house Mr.Castiglione." Stephen intruppted.

She smiled, "thank you, it's nice to know I can still decorate to please the guests."

Stephen smiled in response drinking some water.

"So when did you two get married?" Her mother asked.

"We didn't." Y/n responded, "Not yet."

"You're engaged? And didnt think to tell me Y/n?" Her mother spoke.

"It's been quiet hetic at our house lately." Y/n responded.

Crazy witch lady chasing you hectic

"Me and Stephen barely been able to enjoy it ourself." Y/n told smiling at Stephen.

"Too busy to tell you're mother you had a child?" She questioned.

"America's a new addition to the house." Stephen spoke, the girl smiling, shortly before returning to her plate of handmade ravs infront of her.

America had been silent the whole time: she too invested in the good food.

"I bet everyone tommrow will be excited to see the three of you at the reunion." Her mother spoke, "We always love new Castigliones."

"Glad to be welcomed so easily." Stephen smiled causing Y/n to roll her eyes as she drank her water.

Atleast Stephen was buttering her mother up.

"So what do you do for work Stephen?" She questioned.

There it was. The dreaded question.

"I work for the New York Sanctum." He responded.

"A religious man then?" Her mother spoke.

"In a way." Stephen responded, "It's quiet diffrent from other religions."

There was a knock on the door intruppting dinner. Her father getting up to get it. It must've been a nice surpise because he was laughing within the next few mintues: a smile in his voice.

In came her twin Frank Castle and a teenager.

"Francis!"

Y/n stiffled a laugh: Francis

He said his hellos and gave a kiss to there mothers head, he had brought a cheap bottle of wine that there dad loved so much and was more of forced down to sit and stay than anything.

"Francis."

"Funny."

"I know Im hilarious."

Acting like kids again.

"I should take you in now." Y/n teased.

"Please you couldnt catch me if you wanted Avenger."

Y/n scoffed a laugh, "Try me: Punisher ."

They laughed each other off shaking hands over the table firmly.

"Stephen, America, This is Francis- Ow!"

She had bene kicked in the leg, she kicking him back in response a foot war already starting.

"Hey hey!"

They stopped quickly at the sound of there dad.

"Who's the kid?"

"Im not a kid."

"Be nice. This is Amy."

"How'd you get ropped up with Frank?" Y/n asked, "Or did he get involed in something that was non of his business again?"

"Maybe you are his twin after all." Amy spoke.

"Come on! Stop eating and talk! All of you!" There mother scolded.

Dinner turned out better than expected, Frank had formally met Stephen, a firm handshake to accompany such a interaction. It was filled with laughter and conversation. Dessert accompanied dinner afterwards.

America was pretty happy Y/n had tried the sweets she was helping in assiting in making. Coffee accompany tirasumu cakes and cannolis. Everyone migrated to the living room to rest, someone had put on the old record player: old Italian pop ( if you could even call it pop) played in the background as everyone laughed and danced.

The dog even joining in.

Yet as the night got late, excited music turned to those older tunes, slow love songs and even slower songs to lull people to sleep.

Y/n had fallen asleep on the couch with America securely under her arm: like an old mother bird covering her babies from the rain. Her head resting in Stephen's lap as he rubbed he temple. It was her dad who came and tapped him on the shoulder. Telling him the guest room was open.

Though it was risky: Stephen took America away from Y/n, both knocked out cold. He carried her the instructed way he set America down in the bed he returning for Y/n.

She was already up trying to open her eyes.

"America- Where's America-"

"Hey. Hey. It's okay." He shushed, "she's okay. Come on."

He picked her up, carrying her to the guest room he laying her down in the bed. He not bothering to change out of his chlothes as he laid besides her, his arm wrapping around her casuing her to smile.

#stephen strange #doctor strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange x female reader #doctor strange x you #mother!reader #america chavez #marvel x female reader

[a-constant-gay-panic]

Babysitter

masterlist

pairing: steve harrington x older fem!reader 

summary: steve has been babysitting your kids for quite some time now. he’s tried to stop and he knows it’s not right but over time, he’s developed feelings for you. even if you are technically still married.  

warnings: swearing, legal age gap (both individuals are of age), divorce, cheating, slight sexual tension, very short steamy moment, fluff with a sprinkle of angst 

word count: 2.5k

a/n: the steve fic that no one asked for but i wanted to make :) enjoy this ig? 

disclaimer: i don’t fully know how divorces work and the whole legal routes of things so forgive me if there are some mistakes please- 

(yes, your kids' names are arabella and alice. yes, they’re both inspired by songs. ‘arabella’ by arctic monkeys and ‘living next door to alice’ by smokie. i like them both so deal with it. but i also apologies if your name is eric or jennifer-)

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“steve?” you call from your room, giving yourself a last once-over. you’re about to leave for court, finally about to discuss who gets custody of your children. 

you get no response from the man in question and stand, ready to leave your room and get the show on the road. making your way downstairs, you hear your daughters, arabella and alice, squealing and giggling. 

entering the living room, you’re greeted by the sight of steve harrington, your long-time babysitter, pulling faces and chasing your girls all around the place. he makes a roaring sound as he scoops arabella up and tickles her, causing alice to screech and grab a pillow, rushing to rescue her twin. 

you smile at the sight of him and your kids, heart melting at their bond. 

as if he can feel your presence, steve turns around, eyes comically wide and your daughters follow suit. you frown playfully at them but your serious demeanour soon cracks as you burst out laughing at the 3. 

“anyone ever told you, you act like a kid, harrington?” you question as you walk further into the living room. “a few.” he says with a small laugh before his breath hitches slightly in his throat as he takes in your attire, the pantsuit you’re wearing complimenting all your features just right, causing his imagination to spiral. 

“where are you going, momma?” alice’s voice is small as she looks over your neat outfit. “i’m going out now. that’s why steve is here, sweetheart.” you kneel down so you’re her height. “out where?” arabella asks, her eyebrows furrowing. 

you sigh and look down, not sure how to approach the topic.

“you know how your dad hasn’t been around for a while now?” the two of them nod. “well, momma is going to go discuss a few things with him about it.” you explain carefully and they “ohh” and “ahh” at your words. it’s not a secret per say, but you've never told them exactly what's going on. 

you had tried to avoid the subject but you knew you’d have to tell them eventually. part of you knew that you didn't want to talk about it due to your own embarrassment, after all, how is someone supposed to get over the fact that their partner cheated on them with someone who’s barely an adult?

yes, that's right, your bastard of a husband, went and slept with his 20 year old intern. cliché right? well to make it more stereotypical, his intern also happened to be his friend's daughter but you weren’t going to get into that. 

the realisation when you saw a pair of underwear, which didn’t belong to you, under your bed was enough to make your blood boil. the anger and embarrassment being too much. you often suspected at times that he was cheating but you never had any proof so you decided to play it off.

you had quite literally kicked him out that night, screaming profanities at him and his mother while he blabbered about it being a mistake before slamming the door in his face.  

you were livid. you weren't one for disloyalty so the day after the incident, you called your lawyer and soon enough, the divorce was being set into place. 

now there you were, kneeling in front of your angels, telling them simply that their father wasn’t going to be around much longer. of course, you weren’t being completely honest with them. the court session was about custody over the kids but you didn’t want to worry them, choosing to rather hide some information for their sake.

looking at them, you can’t stop the tears forming in your eyes, worry clouding your mind. you pull them both in for a hug in an attempt to hide your expression but steve sees your pained look. 

you make eye contact with him and he mouths the words, “are you ok?” you smile sadly at him and release your girls from your embrace, telling them to go play in their room while you speak to steve. 

“but we wanna play!” alice pouts and arabella follows her actions soon after. “and you can. in your room. momma has some grown up things to tell steve.” you say with a smile. 

once the two are out of earshot you can’t help but fall onto the couch, eyes stinging once more. 

“hey, what’s the matter?” steve asks softly. you shake your head and look at him, a scared and defeated look on your face. “well my divorce papers are going well but there's still a possibility the girls will be split up or that i won’t get custody of either of them. i know it's unlikely, but still… it scares me.” 

“shit… i had no idea you and eric were splitting up.” 

‘lie.’ 

you thought. there was no way he didn’t know. he’s sure to have heard the countless fights and the cruel words you would mutter to your, soon to be ex, husband. 

“it’s nice of you to pretend to be oblivious but we both know you were aware of our relationship.” the smile on your face has no trace of humour. “i’m sorry…” is all he says. you scoff and shake your head. “no need to apologise. it was only a matter of time. hell, the only reason i married him was because the thought of me having children with a man i wasn’t married to was too ‘taboo’ for my parents.” you admit. 

steve sinks into the couch next to you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him. “don’t worry so much, ok? i’m sure things will work out… hopefully the court will see what a dick he is.” 

you laugh at his words, grateful for his company now more than ever. you turn and see him already looking at you but instead of him averting his eyes like he usually does when he’s caught looking at you, he keeps the eye contact. you stare back and silently admire him. his eyes, the ghost of a smile still on his lips, the way his hair frames his face, him. 

there was no denying that steve harrington was a gorgeous man, you’d always thought so. you had to stop yourself from making any moves or giving any signs of attraction, not only due to the couple year age gap and the fact you were technically his boss, but also because at the time and even now, you were still married by law and if you were to get caught, the amount of trouble it would cause is huge. 

you snap out of it when you see him inching closer. quickly averting your eyes, you look at your watch and see that if you didn’t hurry, you’d be late. 

“i should go… don’t have much time left.” you mumble as you get up, walking towards the door and grabbing your bag. steve coughs to cover his embarrassment and stands, following you. “yeah… i’ll see you later.” he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck as he watches you open the door and step out, shouting a, “bye darlings, i’ll be back soon!” and getting a, “see you!” in return. 

you laugh slightly and look at steve. “call me if anything happens, alright?” he nods, “of course. good luck.” 

the last image you see before driving off to the court house is steve standing in the doorway, alice and arabella on either side of him, all 3 waving.

the sight is enough to raise a lump in your throat, regretting not giving your girls a father like steve. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you grip the steering wheel tightly, blood boiling as you drive back to your house. the images surfacing in your mind coming and going with a vengeance. 

“y/n.” your teeth grit together at his voice. turning around you plaster a fake smile on your face even if you’re throwing up inside. 

there, in front of you, is eric and his new toy, jennifer. you cringe at their choice of attire; black leather makes up everything. “you realise this is a court, not a drug deal, right?” the venom in your voice is prominent and it causes a few eavesdroppers to glance at the 3 of you before muttering to each other. 

“well at least we know the meaning of fashion.” jennifer fires back and you mentally facepalm. “you have no idea how childish that sounds…” you mutter to yourself. “how about you leave the talking to the grown-ups, ok?” you mock a little bit louder. 

eric snickers and you look at him confused. “i almost forgot how much fire you have inside you.” 

his words send shivers down your back, and not the good kind. jennifer glares at him and then you, not knowing who to be mad at in that moment. 

“let’s just get this over already.” you spit out, hands curling into fists as annoyance and disgust creeps into your mind. 

soon enough you’re walking out, head high and a weight lifted from your shoulders. that is, until jennifer grabs your arm, forcing you to turn around. “what do you want?” you ask, boredom written on your face. “you think you’re so big, huh?” she glares. 

pulling your arm from her grasp, you scoff. “what are you going on about now?” “just because you got to keep your little brats, doesn’t mean you’re any better than us.” 

you laugh at the absurdity of her words. “i’m pretty sure it does make me better. besides, what do you care? it’s not like you ever wanted to be around them.” she laughs, “seems as if you’re forgetting that they’re not just your kids. they’re eric’s too. it’s pathetic how you got custody when he’s clearly more fit for the job.”

you were officially pissed. it’s not because your feelings were hurt, oh no, but it was the sheer delusion she had that you weren’t good enough to raise your kids. 

you glare at her and take a step closer, forcing her to take one back and look up at you due to the height difference. “listen here, say whatever the fuck you want about me but never, and i mean never, imply that i’m incapable of caring for my children.”

you see a flash of fear in her eyes but she quickly covers it with another short laugh. “you couldn’t even keep your husband and yet here you say that you’re able to look after them? that’s rich. we all know i was better for eric and i’d be better for the two bitches-”

a loud noise is heard as your hand collides with her face, the force so hard it turns her head completely. 

“say that again and i swear to god i’ll do worse than slap you. all you are is a bitch who hides behind empty promises and words, knowing that someone is bound to save you but look around, there’s no one here to save you now, is there?” you whisper menacingly. 

you look behind her and see eric staring at the two of you, cigarette in mouth and a disgusting smirk on his face. “i suggest you run back home, kid, before things get messy.” you hiss, head jerking towards the smirking asshole.  

you give both of them one last glare before climbing in your car and driving off. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you slam your car door closed and stalk up to the front door. before you’re able to unlock it, steve is already opening it with a smile. “hey! how did it go…?” he trails off slightly as you storm inside, throwing your bag on the floor and your coat on a chair. 

“good. i got custody of both the girls.” you say simply, jerking a few buttons of your shirt open as you try to cool down. steves eyes search the newly exposed skin but he quickly stops himself before he gets carried away. 

“what’s wrong then?” he asks and you sigh in annoyance and anger. “eric’s 'new love'," you start, sarcasm dripping from your words, "decided to, not only insult my ability to keep a man, but also my ability to properly care for my own kids.” you’re seething and turn to finally look at steve. 

you lock eyes again and an idea passes through your mind, a thought which you weren't able to stop in time. you aren’t sure if it’s the anger which pulses through your veins or if it’s the way he looks right then and there, but you find yourself quickly closing the distance and kissing him, giving in to your impulsions.

his eyes widen as your lips crash onto his but they soon close as he relaxes, almost immediately responding to your advances. your hands tangle in his hair and his do the same, roaming freely as your tongue forces its way into his mouth. just before things could go any further, a squeal reaches your ears. 

“i told you!”

you and steve quickly let go of each other and see alice and arabella at the bottom of the stairs. alice is smiling widely while arabella frowns, arms folded with an upset look on her face. 

“pay up!” alice says in a sing-song voice and you and steve watch in amusement and confusion as arabella pulls out a sweet from her pocket and hands it to her twin. “goddammit!” her voice is frustrated and steve can’t help but to burst out laughing at the serious exclamation of anger from her. 

“hey, hey, hey! language!” you scold. she looks at you and folds her arms, “you say worse.” “don’t sass me, little one. i’m an adult, you’re not.” you find yourself trying your hardest to not laugh at the way she’s standing. she's a total drama queen at heart.

alice and steve are dying with laughter at the interaction and you watch in awe as steve picks alice up to hide his face which is streaming with tears from laughing so much. 

soon enough you and arabella join in, the whole mock situation soon defusing. 

you pick arabella up and her and alice hold hands, forcing you and steve to stand close to each other as they whisper secrets to each other. 

you look at steve and smile. he blushes and speaks softly, “so are we going to talk about what happened…?” you make as if you’re thinking before saying, “nah.” his face falls and you laugh again before telling him that you’re joking. 

“we’ll discuss it later. either in here or in my room. all depends what sort of ‘discussion’ you want.” you smile cheekily at him. “how about we go from here to the discussion in your room?” he asks and you smirk at him. leaning closer you whisper, “sounds like a plan.” you gently place your lips on his and the children in your arms squeal again. 

“gross!” “don’t be rude bella!” “but it’s gross!” arabella defends herself. “no it’s not! they’re in love!” alice counters, hands cupping her face to add to the effect. her words make you and steve blush together. 

“so… is steve going to sleep on dad's side of the bed now?” alice asks innocently. 

“alice!” steve bursts out laughing at your shocked expression and you can't help but look at him lovingly. 

“tell you what. if your mom says i can be, then i will.” 

you stare at the 3 of them adoringly, nodding slightly as steve kisses you once more. 

you were bubbling with delight, knowing that your kids finally have a good father figure in their lives and that you might've found someone who loves you for you. someone who you definitely feel the same for. 

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #fem!reader #older!reader #mother!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #angst #fluff #older!fem reader

[elliesmainhoe]

Goodnight, Mom

HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS X MotherFigure!Reader

This character is under 18 so the relationship is PLATONIC

Summary: After you help her down from a panic attack, Ellie calls you Mom for the first time.

Contents: mentions of David, trauma response, Ellie isolates herself, Night terror, Panic attack, Panic attack comfort.

A/N: I re-watched the last of us, and omg I need to comfort this bby so bad.

Ellie was such a ray of sunshine, so funny, so fiesty, so sweet. But ever since what happened with David, she just wasn't herself. She was quiet, reclusive and she never left her room, you went upstairs with a tray of food three times a day and left it outside her door, only returning an hour later to see it half eaten and abandoned in the same place you left it.

You missed her. You missed your walking boost of serotonin. Joel, Tess and you had been given her by the fireflies, you were all friends aswell as coworkers, well Joel and Tess had a little fling going on- but to each their own. She was so cute when you first met eachother, her little pocket knife and her messy brown hair.

And ever since you were assigned her as 'cargo', you hadn't been the same. The 14 year old immediately took a liking to you, and you to her. She stuck by your side through everything, you were practically attached by the hip.

She was with you when Tess died, when you tried to find Bill and Frank, when you met Henry and Sam, and when Joel told you he would no longer be coming with you. Ellie was your shadow, always lurking around watching you, smiling in admiration when you killed some infected in a particularly impressive way.

And that's why, after David, you couldn't bring yourself to deliver Ellie to the fireflies. You weren't stupid, you had a degree in biology for fucks sake, you knew- deep down that Ellie wouldn't make it out of that operating room. You knew she would want the truth and so you told her the truth.

Sitting in an old rusted car, driving down an abandoned highway back to Jackson you told her. She was conflicted- her life? For the world's? She was inclined to say yes. However, once you reminded her of the reality- it was unlikely it would work, and if it did it would be used as a political weapon against Fedra, and probably wouldn't see another person after its initial creation.

Once you made it back to Wyoming, you both settled down. Maria gifted you an old run down house to take on as your own.

When Ellie isolated herself in her room, you knew you had to leave her to it. She went through a traumatic experience and she deserved the time by herself to heal, no matter how much you were worried about her.

So, to take your mind of it, you went on patrols and found paint, old books, decorations and lights to try and make the house a home, and you think that you did that successfully. You painted the kitchen cabinets, reupholstered all the stools and couches. Added string lights in the living room and your bedroom to make it more cozy, and added potted plants around the house to bring the outside in.

After about 2 weeks the only room left to decorate was Ellie's. You had a large can of pale blue paint, and had collected a lot of posters of 70s-80s bands she had info-dumped about a while back.

It was night time, 10pm to be exact and you were exhausted- you did your usual routine, applying a moisturizer on your face and brushing your teeth before heading towards Ellie's door.

A small crack of warm light came out from underneath the wooden paneled door. Your first knocked onto the wood,

"you alright in there sweetheart?" you spoke softly, earning just a hum in response. "Well I'm going to sleep now- if you need anything don't be afraid just come wake me up"

"night y/n" Ellie's voice spoke quietly from the other side, if your ear wasn't pressed up against the panels you wouldn't of heard it. "Goodnight Ellie."

••••••••

At first the sound of Ellie's screams were no surprise, you often heard her sobbing, begging and pleading in your dreams, but this one was different it was clearer than usual.

Eyes flittering open and reaching over to your bed side table, you flicked on the reading lamp and blinked as your eyes adjusted to the warm golden light the bulb emitted. It did not take long for you to realize that the cries were very much real, and very much coming from Ellie's room across the hall.

Before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you scrambled out of bed and across the landing, swinging open the oak door that lead into the teenagers room. You hurried over to her bedside, turning on the table lamp so you could see Ellie fully.

Her body was writhing, her hands clawing at her own skin subconsciously. Her eyes remained closed, she was still asleep. Shit. First things first, let's make sure she doesn't hurt herself. You took her hands in yours, ever so softly, stroking your thumb against her palms reassuringly. You began speaking to her, trying to rouse her from her sleep as she began to fight against you.

"Baby- Ellie, it's just me Babygirl" you said, louder than you usually would. "You gotta wake up for my sweetheart."

After about a minute her eyes opened slowly- however there was a deep-rooted anger in them at first, for a split second she thought that you were him. She went to push you off of her.

"Sweetheart- sweetheart, it's just me Babygirl, it's just me." You comforted. Ellie's eyes softened, her angry screaming turning into words made incoherent by her relentless sobbing. You took a seat next to her on the single bed mattress, allowing Ellie's arms to wrap securely around your waist.

Her chest heaved- breathing quick and unsteadily. "5 things you can see, you know the drill" you told her, hands tangling into the brunette hair that laid in your lap.

"I can see... You, my sketches on the wall, my pencils, the moon out of my window and my comic book." She trembled through shaky breaths.

"Good Girl. Now, four things you can feel?"

"my bed sheets, your t-shirt, your hand in my hair and the socks on my feet." She spoke calmer this time, but the sniffles and occasional sob still left her lips.

"Well done sweetheart, three things you can hear."

"The clock ticking, your breathing, and my sniffles"

"Mhm.. and two things you can smell?"

"Your new soap and the smell of freshly clean laundry"

"And lastly, one thing you can taste"

"My toothpaste" she says, her breathing had now slowed and her sobs turned into the occasional sniffle.

"Well done Ellie, in so proud of you" you hummed, you pecked her forehead lightly- and grinned when you saw the hint of a smile grace her face.

"Can you stay with me till I fall asleep?" She whispered, looking up at you. "Course I can." you replied before shuffling onto the bed in a comfier position.

Ellie's face, still damp from tears buried itself in the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around you like her life depended on it.

"Goodnight Ellie".

"Goodnight Mom".

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[witchy-writing]

Just the two of us

Day 3: Use the words - Kitchen, date and music

Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It’s been awhile since you and Eddie were able to have some time to yourselves

a/n: First time i’ve ever written for Eddie, or even a stranger thing character. To be honest I thought my first stranger thing character would have been Steve. But oh well, I love Eddie too! Sorry if he’s a little out of character. I’m so used to only writing for supernatural, I need to get used to his character.

warnings: Flufff!

word count: 1550

It had been a while since you and Eddie had been on a date. To be honest neither of you had been on a proper date together. When the two of you originally got together, you were too wrapped up within each other, and each other’s beds to even care about going on proper dates. Then by the time you both hit senior year, the months of rolling in the sheets caught up to the two of you, and you fell pregnant. Your pregnancy was rough, leading to you missing most of senior year. Eddie felt bad that he had put you in this predicament, so spent a lot of his time caring for you. Unfortunately, you were both held back; but the birth of your daughter Melissa was worth it. The following year, you both got held back again; with no one to babysit during the day due to absent parents and Eddies uncle only able to look after Mel a few days a week, you both decided to wait it out another year. Now Mel was two years old, and both you and Eddie had decided that this year you were going to graduate, no matter what it took. With studying, Mel and the hellfire club, neither of you had had much time for each other, and one night it was agreed that you’d let the hellfire club babysit while the two of you had a date.

Walking up to Dustin’s front door, your nerves were bubbling. Mel was clung to your hip, Eddie bounding down the path ahead of you a little more excitedly, before rasping his knuckles on the door. It didn’t even take one knock, before the door swung open, the curly hair and cheeky grin of Dustin stood at the door, with the others poking their heads over his shoulder.

“D” Mel squealed from your hip, eyes bright and shining at the older male, hands reaching out as she tried to wiggle out of your grip. Gently, you lowered your daughter to the ground, where as soon as her small feet hit the floor, she waddled as quickly as possible to Dustin’s waiting arms. Where he quickly picked her up, throwing her in the air, a giggle escaping her lips, before she landed safely back in his arms and nestling her head into his shoulder.

“Dustin” You stepped forward towards the male in front of you, ready to give him a lecture, but Eddie stepped in, placing a reassuring hand on your lower back.

“Y/n, it’s ok” He smiled over at you before looking at the rest of the hellfire club. “Keep an eye on my princess for me, any issues call us. Don’t keep her up to late” He spoke, waiting for confirmation that everyone had heard him. Once he was happy, he spun around grabbing your hand, before walking you to his van, and holding the door open for you. You climbed in and started to fasten yourself, as he shut the door and joined you.

“Do you think she’ll be ok?” You question, eyes downcast as you start playing and picking at the skin around your nails.

“She’s in good hands” Eddie comforted you, the vans engine revving to life, as he drove off to the trailer park. Climbing out, of your boyfriend’s van, he looked over at you “Are you sure you don’t want to go out, y/n?” His voice is sweet yet laced with worry that you wouldn’t think this date would be enough.

“I’m sure. I want to be close by in case something happens to Mel” You respond, lacing your fingers with his as you walk inside, dumping your shoes and keys by the front door. Your sock covered feet trudged through the trailer, heading to the kitchen. Your head was fuzzy, filled with ‘what ifs’ about Mel. You were so out of it, you didn’t even realise that Eddie had joined you in the kitchen, until a warm hand wrapped around your waist, and a kiss was placed to your hair line.

“She’s fine angel” He whispered, lips ghosting your forehead. “Let’s enjoy tonight” He smiled, moving away, to wash his hands, you following suit. The two of you moved around the kitchen, never once bumping into each other. It was like a perfectly recited dance, as you grabbed bowls from the cupboard as Eddie filled the boiling saucepan on the stove with spaghetti. Dinner wasn’t fancy, but it didn’t have to be, all that mattered was that you were there with your boyfriend.

“Shall we put some music on?” You asked Eddie, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, before walking off to put on a record. You were expecting Metallica, or some other choice of Eddie’s music to fill the air. But instead he had chosen one of your old records, hardly used, that just sat in the back collecting dust. The last time it was used, was to help settle Mel one night when she couldn’t sleep.

You gasped, turning to look at your boyfriend, as the soothing piano of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the air. He just smirked at you, before collecting a couple of candles and placing them on the table, lighting them. “What?” He questioned a laugh rippling from deep within, “I can be romantic sometimes.”

It wasn’t much longer until the timer started beeping, alerting the two of you to the fact that dinner was ready. Eddie started grabbing the plates, as you drained the pasta over the sink, before scooping up the long spaghetti strings and plopping them down in a dish that Eddie had left on the side. He covered the pasta noodles, in the sauce that the two of you had actually made, and not just grabbed from a can.

Eddie ushered you to the table, hand placed gently on your back, guiding you to your chair. He pulled the chair out for you, before helping you sit down and pushing you in; though the scraping of the wooden chair on the floor, sent a shiver down your spine. Next, he placed the food on the table, before sitting down opposite you, smiling gently as he started to tuck in to the delicious homemade meal. You mostly ate in silence, except for the sound of the piano, and Eddie slurping his spaghetti up like a child.

After, you’ve finished eating, Eddie gets up gathering up the dirty dishes and cutlery, you start to push your chair out to help him, but he just shakes his head at you, before wondering to the fridge and pulling out a fresh pot of strawberries. He messes around in the kitchen for a few minutes, before emerging, with the fresh red fruit and some melted chocolate.

“Eddie” you gasp, looking at your boyfriend in shock. He just smiles at you before dipping a strawberry in the chocolate and wiping it across your face. “Eddie!” You yell, though you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth, which transforms into full blown laughter as he kneels next to you his tongue lapping at the sweetness on your cheek, making you squeal and move away from him. He laughs back at you, a smile over his face. Looking at your crazy boyfriend, you laugh even more when you realise his nose has chocolate on it, and you lean forward giving him a kiss on his nose to help clean everything off.

That’s when you notice that Eddie is quiet, and serious; a complete 360 from his behaviour just minutes ago. You shuffle closer to where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Bub, are you ok?” You question, trying to look into his eyes.

He shifts slightly, hands fidgeting in his pocket, before he smiles at you. “Never been better” He replies, still not fully looking at you.

“Are you su-“He cuts off your question, by leaning in placing his lips against yours. You shut your eyes savouring the taste of the chocolate on his lips. The kiss was short and gentle, and when he pulls away, you notice that his eyes are teary, but before you can question him further, he starts talking.

“I-I kept trying to find the right time to do this.” He looked down at the red velvet box in his hand. “I-I had a long speech planned but screw it.” He opens the box revealing a simple silver band with a small diamond. “I know its not much. But I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” He questions, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Your eyes fill with tears, and before you know it, you’re throwing yourself off the chair and into his lap. The table gets pushed slightly, chocolate spilling everywhere, but you don’t care. Eddie smiles widely at you slipping the ring on your finger.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. A spark shot up your spine, it was like you were having your first kiss all over again. The pressure of his lips against yours was intoxicating, and it wasn’t long until he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and his hand started trailing up your leg. You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Eddie Munson” You whispered.

“I love you too, y/n Munson”

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

come rest your bones next to me ; satoru gojo, suguru geto

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most. 

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes. 

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks. 

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth. 

it’s beautiful. 

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded. 

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere. 

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again. 

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling. 

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.” 

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face. 

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips. 

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs. 

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!” 

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there. 

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot. 

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.” 

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word. 

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology. 

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown. 

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again. 

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it. 

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.” 

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?” 

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.” 

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.” 

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow. 

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice. 

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter. 

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself. 

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest. 

he hopes it never goes away.

#genuinely fucked up that suguru geto isnt in my kitchen rn </3 #i just think sugu is such a caretaker. makes u breakfast and peels ur satsumas w/o u even asking. bc it makes him happy :’3 hes so Mother #i think he lowkey gets just a little bit uncomfortable when u or gojo try to do the same for him… he likes doting on u #but obv he deserves to be pampered too!! just gotta ease him into it #and i think gojo has a hole in his heart where love should be. bc he wasnt given enough as a child #im not sure what to think when it comes to his parents (since we know literally nothing abt them) but... #the idea of him finding some comfort in the memory of his mom…. maybe not realizing that he misses her…..… i think its very sad. and good. #listened to ricky montgomery while writing this i think it mightve healed me #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo fluff #geto fluff #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #satosugu x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #……… thats… a lot of tags.

[reedrchards]

PEDRO PASCAL as JOEL MILLER The Last of Us - "Long, Long Time"

#i swear there's a chapter of ysd where joel is like uneasy during a dinner convo w/ reader and their mother?? #anyway this is what i was thinking of when making these gifs i hope i'm not getting fics mixed up #pedro pascal #the last of us #pedropascaledit #ppascaledit #joel miller #mine

[h-doodles]

"Your girlfriend is evil!" "Your girlfriend is cruel and horrifying!" Well, she's a joy to me. Maybe it's a you problem.

#me when miranda <3 <3 <3 <3 #hehe #simp.txt #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #also me when women 👉🏻👈🏻 #i support women's rights AND women's wrongs #resident lover #resident evil #re8

[stealforreal]

Mommy dearest 5

After taking in Tenko, you have your hands full. Life is slowly getting easier, but of course adopting a kid at age 23 raises eyebrows. It turns out you weren’t the only one who would be willing to look after Tenko, but how will Tenko react to your visitor?

With the new normal of having Tenko and you at work and school, created time to have bonding weekends. Tenko absolutely loved it, being out and about with his mom who never hurt him or scolded him. And after some getting used to raised brows and judgmental people asking you questions about his adoption. You could enjoy your weekend with your precious son uninterrupted. Nothing could shake you, you stood at the top of the world with your cute Tenko alongside you. Or so you thought.  

The picnic the other weekend had been a success, and Tenko had since then asked everyday when the next picnic would occur. Everytime the answer was the same ‘not in the near future’ of course that bummed Tenko out, but he understood once you sat him down and taught him how time management works. Your weekends together had been peaceful and so far uninterrupted, but that was about to change.

It all started when you got a phone call from the police precinct, you picked up the call assuming it might be a follow up on your complaint about the unprofessional, prejudiced and misogynistic detective who conducted Tenko’s interview. “Hello, this is officer Tsukauchi. We have received a request to receive guardianship over Shimura Tenko, but as you have full guardianship we would like to inquire if you would be willing to negotiate the custody of Tenko Shimura ” The officer on the other line explained to you. For a minute you froze, not quite believing the audacity of the officer on the other end of the line. Guardianship, is putting it too lightly. You adopted Tenko, you are his mom now and have parental rights. After unfreezing white hot rage shot through your veins, so you turned back to the officer on the phone to give him a piece of your mind.

“Negotiate custody, you must be joking. I adopted that child, he is my son now and I will protect him and love him as my own for the rest of his life. He is not some kind of toy to be switched out when a distant relative suddenly decides they want the government's money for taking care of family and raising Tenko. I owe nothing to you, and will not be open to negotiate custody so to speak, and am quite frankly disgusted you would ask after I have been approved as a suitable mother by child protective services connected to YOUR precinct. Good day ” with that you hung up the phone, and walked back into the living room where Tenko was watching a cartoon. 

He lit up at the sight of you exclaiming a happy ‘mama’ when you joined him on the couch and pulled him into your lap to cuddle. With Tenko being so happy and enthusiastic about the cartoon he babbled about to you, it simply solidified it furter for you that you weren’t ever going to give Tenko up.

A few days later when you were on the way to pick up Tenko from school, there was a queasy feeling in your chest like something was going to happen today. You ignored it in favor of parking the car and going to the school gate to wait on Tenko, so you joined the other parents who were also waiting and had a bit of small talk. You one of the single dads trying to impress you with boasting about how well he was raising twins, he kept hinting at wanting to give his kids a mother figure all while he was more or less eye fucking you. It was a public space, and so you kept your polite smile but didn’t contribute to the conversation.

As the bell rang and the school was officially done for the day, you walked away from the dad who had just reached the point of asking for your number in favor of meeting Tenko halfway. Tenko waved goodbye to his friends, before sprinting over to you with a toothy smile and a loud “mommy”. You caught Tenko in with open arms “did you have a good day honey?” you asked as you stood up with Tenko in your arms as you made your way to the car. “Yeah it was awesome, we had to talk about our parents today. So I told them how you rescued me and adopted me mama, but one of the other kids was rude and said then you probably didn’t want or like me. But I know you do, cuz you always say you love me. So I said at least my mama got to choose, your mama didn’t have a choice. The teacher was so impressed that I didn’t even get that big a scolding” Tenko huffed out in one breath.

The trip back home was filled with more stories from Tenko’s day in school, and you wondered if you really were that sarcastic around Tenko for him to pick so much up on it. It made you laugh so you decided it wouldn’t be a problem, besides you would rather Tenko end up as the passive aggressive type than the violent type. Everything came to a stop though when Tenko stopped and tugged on your pant leg on the way to the front door. “Who’s that mama?” Tenko asked as he pointed towards the large silhouette in front of your front door. “I don’t know, stay behind me okay Tenko” He nodded, and so you began approaching the silhouette. The closer you got the easier it was to see that the silhouette was a man, hulking over you. He was tall, broad and so filled with muscles that you were sure he was either a pro-hero or a bodybuilder. 

“Excuse me sir, can I help you” Your tone was clipped but polite, your only concern was Tenko’s safety as he hid behind your leg like you instructed him to do. When the man turned around, it knocked the air out of your lungs. In front of you stood the number one hero All Might, his blonde hair and blue eyes were very telling. “I’m looking for a y/n l/n and her son Shimura Tenko” he said very politely, though it was like it took him a minute to find the words. Your protective instincts had simmered down a bit when you realized that it was the number one hero who was standing in front of you, but it did make you confused. Why was All Might tracking you and Tenko down?

Focusing on the man before you, you reply “that would be us, would you like to come inside. I would take a wild guess and say whatever reason led you to track us down, you wouldn’t want the press all over it, would you?” So with a raised eyebrow and a look at the now sheepish man and jerk your head for him to follow you and Tenko inside. Tenko is still clutching onto your pant leg, his little fist going white with the force used to hold the fabric. Tenko was annoyed, why was the stupid number one hero here. Tenko didn’t need saving anymore, he had his loving mama and her warm hugs and that was all he would need.

The three of you went inside, away from prying eyes. You offered All Might something to drink, as any gracious host would before sitting down to discuss the reason the pro-hero was in your home. “So All Might, why have you seeked Tenko and I out? '' you asked him curiously. Tenko was sitting sideways in your lap, so that he could see the both of you although he mostly side-eyed the pro-hero. The hero-jumped almost startled, he had been caught up in gazing at you and Tenko that he almost didn’t hear your question.

“Right, a friend of mine from the police force should have called you earlier, you see I used to know young Tenko’s grandmother. So when I heard from an old mentor of mine that Shimura Tenko had been registered in the system as an orphan I wanted to adopt him. But it seems you beat me to it, I would still like to be involved if possible ” The older man explained, hope glinting in his eyes.

It made sense to you, if he used to know Tenko’s grandmother that he would like to know Tenko. You would still like to know exactly how All Might, the symbol of peace and number 1 hero, knew Tenko’s grandma. Even if All Might wanted to be involved, it would ultimately be Tenko’s decision. Before you could mull over your thoughts too much, Tenko went tense in your lap. His eyes that were previously distrusting of the hero, turned down right angry. He was shaking in your lap from rage, his thoughts raging inside all with a negative view of the man in front of him. So as any tense child would, Tenko exploded.

“So now I’m good enough, I hate hate hate heroes. Nobody wanted me or wanted to help me when I needed it except mama, and now you want to take her from me. I hate you All Might” He yelled before storming into his room and slamming the door. You knew Tenko didn’t like heroes, and you know he had gotten better with the help of his therapist. In the beginning he was tense as soon as a hero even made an appearance on the TV, and he would scratch at his neck to relieve that stress. From working together with Tenko these past months, you knew he just needed some time to cool off. So you turned your attention back to the frozen man.

“Sorry about that, Tenko has almost exclusively only had bad experiences with his prior family and heroism. Then when the accident occured and he was alone and afraid, not one single hero of any rank, took the time to help him. And now when he finally has a stable and loving environment to grow up in, with a mother who does her best to support him emotionally you frase it as if you are here to take it from him. You can’t really blame him, he’s a traumatized child. But if you do blame him, then get out of my house you have no business being a parent” you explained to the man in front of you in a neutral tone of voice. You were an adult so you could have a mature conversation without you going on the defense immediately.

All Might looked shocked at the information. “But I thought you were a hero?” The older man tilted his head like a puppy would, and he had no right being cute doing that. But the head tilt or how attractive the hero was, wasn’t the thing to focus on now or ever. “No, I’m a doctor at the Mayumi Private Hospital '' he made an O’h face, as if it only now occurred to him that not all ‘heroes’ were in the pro-hero business. Now that your occupation was cleared up, the question that had been nagging you in the back of the head, could be asked.

“How exactly did you know Tenko’s grandmother”

So the pro-hero began explaining how Nana Shimura had been his mentor and foster mother. How Nana had to prioritize her son Kotaro’s safety after her husband died in an attempt to kill Nana, so she had put Kotaaro in the foster system. He explained how Nana had made himself and her best friend, who coincidentally is All Might’s other mentor, promise to not seek out Kotaro. And how sad he was when he heard the news of the Shimura family’s death, and how when he heard of little Tenko how he couldn’t just stay away this time.

In turn you told him about how you found Tenko, all bloodied and malnourished. How he had flinched when you went to touch him. And how your doctors and parental instincts had gone haywire. You told him of the things Tenko had admitted in therapy or simply to you. How all the heroes who were sworn to protect the citizens had ignored him in favor of 15 minutes of glory from a small villain take down. How Tenko had suffered from physical abuse at the hand of Kotaro Shimura, for wanting to be a hero. The emotional neglect he had suffered from, that the therapist and yourself had concluded. You told him about his progress, how he seemed to be a natural leader with his peers in school, and about the picnic the weekend prior.

After having exchanged stories and sentiments, your bleeding heart had made up its mind “All Might, I would be willing to try co-parenting with you.” The blond haired man lit up, similarly to Tenko when he played video games. “But. You have to be committed and patient, Tenko is not fond of heroes as you are learning. In the end Tenko is the one whose opinion matters the most, I will talk to him and explain to him why you want to be involved in his life. But I can’t garanti he wants anything to do with you” You tell him apologetically

“That is fine, I’m just happy you at least want to give me a chance to prove myself to young Tenko” he stands up, and holds out his hand to shake on it. “I’ll call you and update you, okay?” When he nods, you connect your hands in the handshake. He also hands you his phone so you can put in your number, so he knows who is calling him and will actually pick up the call. So you put your contact name as ‘Tenko’s Mama y/n’ All Might leaves not long after, he was called to the scene because “A hero never rests” as he yelled when he was leaving.

Now all you had to do was talk with Tenko, to calm him down and reassure him that All Might would not take him from you. So you prepare a snack for him, before starting your mission. With a sigh and a gentle smile you open up the door to Tenko’s room. The sight is heartbreaking, Tenko is laying in his bed curled up in a fetal position as tears stream down his face. “Oh, honey. Come here” you sit down the snack on his desk before sitting down next to him on his bed, and opening your arms so he can hug you. Once Tenko is sitting in your embrace, he begins to sob. “Please don’t leave me mama, I’ll be good I swear” He cries. That just breaks your heart, because of course Tenko has abandonment issues, you just hadn’t noticed because things have been going so well. 

You spent a good half hour soothing your crying son, loving him to the best of your abilities. Rubbing his back and giving him forehead and temple kisses, hugging him and singing his lullaby to help him relax a bit. You explain to him the concept of shared custody, of how 2 people both can love you and want to raise you. But one might have him for longer periods of time than the other, because of a job. You ask him if he would let All Might be in his life, for starters just as a cool uncle like the ones from his favorite cartoons. Tenko agrees, but only if he and mama can go on vacation this summer. Something some of his classmates had talked about. So you agreed and texted the blonde hero the details of Tenko’s agreement. Before putting the phone away and spending the night, cuddling and watching a movie with your precious son.

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