#i finally had a reason to wake up today and mom said

[urgonnaneedabiggership]

Host of a Ghost

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman: Across The Spiderverse) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language. Spoilers (Miguel's backstory is mentioned). Mild violence. Very, very light mention of a foiled SA (not to reader). Some angst.

Word count: 4.1K

Short A/N: This man has become my hyperfixation since I watched the movie and I'd been wanting to write something with him and today finally the muse came to me do I deliver you this decent-sized thing I wrote. Hope you like it <3

PART II

“Unusual” wasn’t a word you would’ve used to describe your life at all. At least not until about a year ago.

It was unusual to find a spider with such an odd color palette roaming your apartment since you were used to more dull-colored typical critters. It was also unusual that you didn’t panic enough to turn the apartment upside down to look for the thing before it bit you, but there was too much work to do, and a million notes from Dr. Connors to go over. It was equally unusual that you hadn’t rushed to the hospital the minute you noticed the tiny marks on your thigh.

“I mean, if it was really dangerous, it would have hurt more.” Was your reasoning to ignore it and keep scanning the pages before you. Nobody said pursuing a Ph.D. was without sacrifice. 

By the time you tried to stand up to make more coffee just to end up collapsing on your kitchen floor, it was much too late.

From then on, “unusual” was pretty much every day’s motto.

Having a nightmare that night about being suffocated and unable to escape just to wake up hanging upside down and wrapped in sticky shit was the first clue. Turns out you were actually able to produce said sticky shit at will in the shape of a thin thread, then you discovered the wall-climbing abilities, and before you knew it you were roaming the city at night trying to get comfortable threading between the tall buildings, running across rooftops and challenging yourself to climb this or that building as fast as you could. You felt indestructible, alive. It was wonderful.

You’d never forget the night of your first save either. For several reasons.

It was an ordinary night, right before returning to your apartment, when a violent shiver abruptly ran up your spine and every cell in your body commanded you to stop. When you did, a scuffle in a nearby alley caught your eye. A young girl was violently shoved against a wall by a man who pressed his hand against her mouth. The same second his hand came dangerously close to the zipper of her jacket, you practically tackled him from above and pinned him against the ground, having no clue of what to do besides throwing punches at his face until you knocked him out. A whimper coming from a dumpster behind made you realize you had an audience.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, remembering your uncovered face, the only solution at hand is to wrap your scarf around your head to try and hide as much as possible, “Oh god this feels too much like cultural appropriation for my taste,” You kept nervously rambling to yourself as you slowly approached the dumpster.

“Um…hi,” You greeted, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Being met with nothing but silence, you were about to leave when a soft voice replied.

“No. He didn’t. Thank you so much.”

“Is there…I don’t know; is there somebody you want me to call?”

“I want to call my mom.” She replied, her voice still shaking, “He took my phone.”

“Right. Phone. Okay.” You quickly made your way back to the unconscious man and pawed his clothes looking for it. He let out a groan in protest.

“Yeah it doesn’t feel right, does it asshole?” You muttered as you retrieved it from one of his pockets. Then you shoved him onto his stomach to tie his hands and legs behind his back before returning to the girl.

“Here. It still works,” You just held it over the dumpster, seeing nothing but her pale hand as it reached out to take it before you took a few steps back. 

“No, wait,” She immediately pleaded, “Please don’t leave me alone with him.”

“Like hell I am. I’m staying right here.”

So you waited with her until the police arrived. However, the minute you saw the flickering lights and heard the approaching siren, you retreated into the dark part of the alley and climbed onto the nearest building to escape through the rooftops.

It wasn’t until you were back in your apartment that you realized you’d been smiling all the way home. Carefully shutting the window behind you, you let yourself fall onto the couch and screamed joyfully, the pillow muffling the sound.

She was okay. A person was okay because you could intervene and do something about it.

However, a new wave of shivers flooded your veins so abruptly that you sat down immediately.

“Yeah, I know how that feels,” Came a feminine voice from the unlit kitchen, “Being able to help, I mean.”

You scrambled to your feet and started walking backward. However, the voice didn’t remain hidden for too long. A woman emerged from the shadows, dressed in red with a yellow hairband pushing her near-afro hair back. She greeted you with a soft smile.

“Your reflexes need polishing,”

“My…?” You repeated, dumbfounded.

“And you have to learn how to fight properly. Randomly throwing punches isn’t always going to cut it,”

“I’m sorry, who are you? Why are you in my apartment? Were you following me? Do you know about…?”

“Whoa, slow down, kid. I know you have questions, and I might be able to help you with that. But you’re going to have to come with me.”

“Alright, I’ll…let me just get my car keys,”

“Oh, sweetie,” The woman said in between laughs, not malicious but truly amused, “You have so much to learn,”

You were starting to wonder why she had elongated that “o” like that until, after pressing a few buttons on the device around her wrist, something that you would’ve described as a “black hole on LSD” erupted in the middle of your living room.

That night you learned that her name was Jessica Drews and that she was completely right about you having so much to learn. With a four-second-o.

Over the following months, you became capable of things you didn’t think possible. Walls that took you a minute to climb became easy obstacles that didn’t take up more than fifteen seconds of your time, your fighting skills had also improved exponentially under Jess’s tutelage, and of course, going from a life where you could count your friends with less than one hand to being constantly surrounded by amazing (no pun intended) Spider-People who not only understood the changes you were going through but warmly welcomed you into their circle was more than you could’ve asked for.

Well, perhaps some more willingly than others. And by others you meant him.

He, who seemed to be always around, silently watching but never intervening.

He, who despite being allegedly “always locked up in his lab” always seemed to personally oversee your training since day one.

Whom you’d tried to greet as gleefully as you did the others just to receive, if anything, a vague nod of acknowledgment. In your first three months, you had spoken maybe four times. Well, you had. He only hummed, nodded, or answered in monosyllables. You knew better than to waste your energy with people like that, but for some reason you were unwilling to just accept Miguel O’Hara didn’t like you and that was that.

“For some reason” being code for “I’m one second away from fainting every time he as much as looks in my direction,”

You weren’t a child, for crying out loud. You were aware that no matter how cold, distant, and seemingly indifferent the leader of your new team was, he was an insanely attractive man. Even with the fangs…no, especially with the fangs, for some reason. His whole aura that screamed “completely-inaccessible-frighteningly-powerful-twice-my-size-man” had you harboring a huge crush on him within two months of meeting him. So painfully unrequited that it was embarrassing.   Just the fact he could ignore your greetings and surely never think twice of it but you would spend the rest of the day wondering what you could’ve possibly said to make him at least say “hello” back made you want to scream into a pillow until your throat burned.

It was right up there with the time he’d muttered ‘much better’ when he saw you land a kick you’d been practicing and those three seconds kept playing on your head for the rest of the week.

The night of your first mission you decided you were going to prove your worth, not to your crush but to your team leader.

“I told him you’re ready,” Jess said with a proud smile, “He’s going to call you in sometime throughout the day to let you know where you’ll be going and with whom, probably me. How do you feel?”

“Excited, I guess,” You replied, pressing your lips together anxiously, “Also nervous. I don’t want to screw this up.”

“With me as your mentor? That’s unlikely,” Jess replied with a wink, giving you an encouraging pat on your shoulder as she walked away.

However, the day continued normally. You did some assigned tasks here and there, which mostly included helping Spider-Byte to keep everything running smoothly given your background in the tech field. You grabbed lunch, then thought it would be a good idea to train some more before going away.

You were beginning to lose all hope when, as you leaned down to fix some wiring, Lyla popped right beside your head and called your name so loudly you hit your head against the metal and hissed. One year and still you hadn’t used to the way she appeared out of nowhere.

“Oops, sorry,” She promptly apologized, “Well you’ll have to walk that off, Miguel wants to see you STAT.”

“How am I supposed to walk a head injury off, Lyla?” You joked, rubbing your forehead as you rushed across the halls with the holographical figure floating after you.

“Not in my code,” She replied using her usual excuse.

When you walked into his working space, Miguel’s back was turned to you as he used a digital pen to do some annotations on what looked like blueprints of new equipment. After he didn’t react to your presence for a few seconds, you hesitantly walked closer and cleared your throat.

“That looks nice. Is it a new suit?” You asked, as always, trying to start a conversation.

“I just received an alert about the…” He stopped and sighed as if saying the silly nickname was physically painful to him, “…the Go-Home-Machine. It said there was a small power overload since we sent back that Vulture from the 192-011 Universe.”

“Yeah, but Byte and I are already working on that and it should be fully functional by tomorrow morning,” You replied, a bit confused as to what that had to do with your mission.

“Good. Let me know as soon as it’s fixed.” Miguel hastily replied, not even turning to face you until a whole minute passed and he realized you were still standing there. Even then, he just barely turned his head.

“That’s all, (Y/N). Thank you.”

That’s all? What do you mean that’s all?

“Was there something else you wanted to do?” He asked. Shit. You’d said that out loud.

“I…Jessica told me that I’m ready to go on a mission and that today you…”

“I said I would think about it, and I have.”

He fell silent again. No matter how attractive he was, you were starting to truly get pissed at his stupid theatrical antics.

“And?”

“And the answer’s no. You’re not ready yet.”

That felt like all the disappointments in your entire life added up and multiplied by ten. Especially because of how easily he dismissed you despite being aware of how hard you’d worked, how many nights you decided to forgo hours of sleep just to train and polish every movement until it was as close to flawless as you could.

“Not ready yet?” You practically hissed in a voice you almost didn’t recognize. Hell, it was enough for him to put down the pen. “Not ready yet? That kid Pavitr has been here for what? A month? And he’s already going off on missions. Alone, I might add!”

Unsurprisingly, he did not answer.

“And he’s very, very good, I’m not saying he isn’t. But I’m just as good. And more experienced, both at being here and at being a Spider-Person. I have completed every training scenario you’ve thrown my way, worked my ass off to understand every bit of information regarding interdimensional traveling, and studied the protocol to control anomalies, what is it that you still need me to prove?”

He took a deep breath. So deep that his shoulders rose, flexing the muscles of his back in such a way that if you hadn’t been so angry, you would’ve been too distracted to keep arguing. Even with your blood boiling, you couldn’t help but stare and feel your stomach tense at the sight.

“Do you like being part of this team, (Y/N)? Do you like training in our headquarters, having access to all our information, and maintaining contact with the other members of this society?”

“Of course I do,” You replied immediately. Slowly, Miguel turned around to face you completely and walked towards you, descending the two small steps that separated you until he stood towering over you. Even if your knees were about to give in to this unexpected closeness, this wasn’t the time to fold. You held his glare defiantly and folded your arms in an attempt to mentally guard yourself against him.

“Then I suggest you get in line and do as you’re told,” He said in a low voice. But it wasn’t threatening, or condescending. It was an odd, flat tone. Tired, perhaps. Almost as if…as if he was reprimanding you against his will.

He was almost unbearably close. You could feel his breath hitting your face. If right then all logic flew out of the window and you stood on your tiptoes you could…

“I’ll do that when you’ve earned my respect, and I have a policy of reciprocity when it comes to respect, Miguel. I’ve been in line for a year, I’ve listened, learned, and improved so much that if you’re still looking down on me, then it’s your problem, not mine. And no self-righteous, big-headed…”

“Just get out,” He cut you off, once again turning his back to you and walking towards the blueprints again.

“Oh no, I’m not finished…” You insisted, trying to follow him. However, as soon as you gave one step forward he turned around so violently that you stumbled backward and stared at him with something you hadn’t felt towards him up until then: fear.

“Yes, you are,” Was his only reply. As dull as the others.

While you could only see his face for a moment before he walked past you and left the room, something about his expression stuck with you even hours later, when you laid on your bed at night and combed through the scene over and over. You thought he would be fuming, maybe even shocked that you’d dared to talk to him like that. The last thing you expected was for him to look…upset. Hurt, even. The mere thought of you being able to hurt Miguel O’Hara was as ridiculous as imagining a goldfish fighting back against a shark. Still, you realized that even if you thought he was in the wrong, you felt bad about how things went down back there. You would never understand what being the leader of hundreds of super-powered people was like. Commanding each and directing their particular abilities as best as he could all while maintaining a vigilant eye on endless strings of causes and effects because he knew firsthand the consequences of being careless with them.

Even if he had made a mistake with you and of course you still wanted to address it later, right then all you wanted was to apologize.

And so, not even an hour later you were roaming the halls of the HQ, your heart beating furiously as you got closer to his quarters, wondering what you could even begin to say.

When the automatic doors slid open, you stepped inside and turned back to look as the doors closed behind you. Well, no turning back now.

“Miguel?” You called, looking around the large room, pondering whether a first-name basis was okay. After everything that had happened, going back to Mr. O’Hara sounded terribly stupid. Then your eyes landed on the row of screens where he spent most of his time. An extremely ill-timed wave of curiosity filled your chest as you approached them, taking another look at the seemingly empty room before stepping onto the platform. Getting bolder, you reached out your hand and brushed your fingertips across one of the screens. It immediately came to life with a blue glow, startling you and making you curse under your breath. You were about to look for a button to switch it off when a video started playing automatically from where he had left off. He was in it, holding a young girl. Miguel wasn’t just smiling. He was laughing. His laugh was exactly as you’d pictured it. Not particularly loud, but hearty and low. He had the kind of laugh that made you unwittingly smile as well as a newfound sympathy filled your chest as tears filled your eyes when you pictured that being taken from him just like that. How could one have a family, and then one day be completely alone and keep going?

With a renewed disposition to make things better between you, your hand reached out for the switch that would turn the screen off until a third voice piqued your interest. It belonged to whoever was holding the camera.

“Would you please stop hoarding her? I deserve some mother-daughter time too! Here, hold this thing and give her to me,” The voice said between laughs. There was something about that voice that made an extremely cold shiver run down your spine.

“Fine, you’re right. Bueno pues, mijita, ve con mamá, ¿quieres ir con mamá?”

The picture became blurry as the camera switched places with a giggling Gabriella, who could be briefly seen stretching her arms toward the third figure.

“Alright,” Came Miguel’s voice again, “But when I turn the camera towards you I want both of you to blow Daddy a kiss, can you do that for me?”

Without waiting for an answer, he turned the camera around.

And then you found yourself staring into your own eyes. They weren’t quite the same shade as yours, and “your” hair was styled differently. And “you” had freckles. But otherwise, it was like staring into an interdimensional mirror. Then, your voice spoke.

“Okay sweetie, let’s humor him, shall we? Blow Daddy a kiss. And another one from me because now I have to use both arms to hold you, my big girl!”

Miguel laughed again at the way his daughter’s face lit up at being called a “big girl”.

“¿Saben que las amo a las dos, verdad?”

“And Gabriella loves you too. I think you’re…nice enough.”

“(Y/N), I don’t think you marry somebody for ‘nice enough’, mi amor,”

“I love you too. Against my better judgment.”

With one last interrupted laugh, the video ended, and, in a cruel irony, the once again black screen showed your actual reflection.

Except this time, it wasn’t the only one. With a loud gasp, you turned around. After seeing him in that video, it became much more evident that the Miguel in it was nothing but a memory of the past. And in a matter of seconds, everything shifted into place like a gloomy puzzle. His expression was unreadable, though he wasn’t even looking at you. His eyes were fixed on the empty screen.

“I wasn’t supposed to ever see that, was I?” Was the only thing that came to your mind after a lengthy, tense silence.

“What good would it have done?” He replied, almost numbly.

“So that’s why you’ve always…stared?” You kept pushing. Against your better judgment, you thought.

“It was at first,” Came his only response. Like always, it seemed like you would have to tear the answers off him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning your head to look for his eyes. Even then, something warm filled your chest. Something that made your heart beat so quickly you felt as if it would stop at any moment, and it spread all over you no matter how much you tried to fend it off. Hope.

Surprisingly, this time he caved in and looked at you. Still, the answer never came. For the first time in all the time you’d known him, Miguel O’Hara was at a loss for words. And that said more than anything he could’ve come up with.

“And you expect me to believe that, by sheer chance, you happened to catch feelings for somebody who is practically your wife’s interdimensional twin?”

“It sounds so much worse when you say it like that,” Was that a hint of a smile? An attempt at a joke? One year and the only time he’d bothered to be decent to you was when you were talking about how much you looked like her?

With an annoyed look, you moved away from him and started to make your way to the exit.

“Do you think I wanted this?” He spoke rather loudly, his whispers going out of the window as he started to follow you across the room.

Miguel O’Hara following you to keep you from leaving. Just hours before you would’ve died of happiness at the mere thought of this scenario. Right now, your brain was a flurry of thoughts and emotions that you didn’t know how to handle.

“I was doing an amazing job at keeping my distance. Watching you from afar, seeing you laugh, grow, win everybody over with that awfully big heart of yours, and still I reined myself in,” He continued, “Today’s the perfect example. You thought I didn’t respect you, for fuck’s sake! I respect you so much that every single day I have ignored you and pretended you are nothing but another face in the halls. Damn it, (Y/N), I couldn’t even look you in the eye when for months you’ve been all I’ve wanted. All because I didn’t know if I loved you or what was left of her. And I didn’t want you to get involved in shit that’s mine to figure out.”

Hearing him not only withdraw his previous statement of you not being capable of doing things and accepting the problem was his and not yours made you stop in your tracks.

Fine, the sudden (though odd) love declaration had something to do with it too.

“So you don’t think I’m not ready?” You asked, turning around and even taking some steps towards him.

“Are you serious? I’ve watched you closely all these months. You learn in days what others do in weeks. You push yourself way more than so many of our members and yet I’ve never, ever seen you become overconfident. Today you never said you knew everything. You said you knew enough.”

This time, it was you who remained silent. There was something else you wanted him to elaborate on, and from the look in his eyes, you realized he knew damn well what it was.

“You were right. The problem wasn’t yours. It was mine all along. I could manage to push you away and keep my feelings at bay. But knowing that you were eventually going to go out there and take so many risks...worst case scenario, you could get hurt or not come back at all. That was too much for me to handle, s’all.”

“Were you afraid of losing me…?” You started to ask just for him to interrupt you.

“Yes. Very much.” However, you lifted a hand to stop him. You weren’t finished.

“Were you afraid of losing me, or were you afraid of losing her again, Miguel?”

Three seconds later, when no answer came out of his mouth, you were about to turn around once again when he rushed and stood in front of you. For a second, you thought he was going to grab your shoulders to keep you in place. Not wanting to come off as if he was forcing you to stay, his hands just hovered on both sides of your shoulders without touching you.

“Listen, she wasn’t a picky eater like you are. But I swear that woman never drank enough water and every time I see you there’s either a bottle in your hand or laying around. And she was so, so messy. It took us at least ten minutes to find the keys every single time…and Spider-Byte said you sort your tools by size and color. Color. (Y/N), I don’t think even I…”

“Are you getting somewhere with this?”

“You’re not her, (Y/N). You have never been, and you never will, I know that. I want you to know that I wouldn’t want you to be any other way. I love you.”

After that, he moved out of the way and folded his arms.

“If you want to go back to your dimension and stay there for a while…or for good, I don’t know, I completely…”

“I love you too, you know?” You cut him off, pressing your lips together after blurting out the three words that’d been haunting you for the past months. Words that up until now you were sure would never leave your chest. When you turned to look at him, you saw in his eyes what minutes ago had filled yours. Hope.

God, his face was so hauntingly beautiful when his features softened.

“What do you want from me?” You finally asked him, your voice shaky from the effect you knew his answer would have regardless of what it was.

Miguel moved closer to you almost hesitantly, his eyes never leaving yours. When he was close enough, he reached out with both his hands and slid them up the back of your neck, his thumbs tucked in front of your ears as his warm palms engulfed the back of your head so he could hold you while he brought his face down to press his forehead against yours.

“Mi amor, I’d give you all I am and be happy with whatever you’re willing to give me for now,”  

You knew it would take some time for you to get used to hearing him say things like that without wondering if you were the only one in his mind when he did. It would be a while until you felt completely certain that you were made of flesh and bone and not just a ghost in his eyes, but it would happen. You saw his eyes as he drew his face closer to yours and when your lips touched, you knew that it would definitely happen sooner or later. Until then, you thought as you stood on your tiptoes when he almost desperately pressed his lips onto yours, he was very much worth the wait.

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[cherienymphe]

Basic Training IV (Peter Parker x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON, mentions of MURDER, violence, kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, mentions of forced pregnancy, mentions of forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies​ | divider by @whimsicalrogers​

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summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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Jane was the one to greet you this time.

“You’ve been eating!”

She looked happy at that, smiling at you as she came to take the empty plate. You didn’t return it, mind wandering to Peter. He’d left days ago, and as thankful as you were for the solitude, you couldn’t help but worry. Once you’d started actually eating, it was like you couldn’t stop. Your body started craving food again, and it was then that you worried you might’ve been…tricked.

Peter said he was going to check on your mom, but how could you know that was true? After all, he was the reason you were even here, and he hadn’t done a single thing to show that you could trust him. In fact, all he’d shown you was the complete opposite. Everything that had happened showed you that you shouldn’t trust him…ever.

“Steve will be happy,” she continued, moving to unlock the bathroom. “You have a big day ahead of you, so you’ll want to scrub good.”

You frowned at that, following her into the bathroom.

“What do you mean?”

Were you leaving this room?

“You’ll be leaving this room today,” she answered your silent question. “You’ll be helping out in the garden with me and Sharon.”

Another woman, another name.

You repeated it to yourself, trying to keep count, and including yourself, that was five women. Which meant five men…at least, but then you thought about the day Peter had shown you Margaret, and there were men there you hadn’t even seen, so there was definitely more than five. The thought overwhelmed you, and you struggled to swallow.

Jane told you about what you’d be doing as you bathed, and when you were done, she had a dress laid out for you on the counter. You eyed it, hesitantly putting it on, confusion flowing through you. When you looked at Jane, it was the first time you noticed she was wearing a dress too. That’s all she’d been wearing, you realized, and so you didn’t question it.

Jane took your arm as she unlocked the door, and it hit you then that you were finally leaving this room. The thought had you shaking, and Jane rubbed your hand in what was probably meant to be a comforting gesture. As you glanced over your shoulder at the bedroom, she closed it, speaking.

“Normally, you’ll make sure the bed is made when you first wake up…”

Your eyes met hers as she continued.

“…then you’ll come downstairs and get started on breakfast, but seeing as it’s your first day, and you’re still adjusting, things will be a little different.”

You couldn’t stop frowning at her words, wracking your brain at all of this. You didn’t understand anything, and you looked around as she guided you down the hall. It didn’t take long to realize the house was large, and if you had to guess, this was more of a wing than a simple hallway. The thought was overwhelming, and again, you thought about what an escape attempt would even look like in a place like this.

Jane was talking to you as you walked down the stairs, your eyes roaming over pictures that lined the wall. Some were faces you recognized, like Steve and Margaret with a baby in her arms, and some you didn’t recognize, like a brunette man and woman with strawberry blonde hair. Still, it was all pictures of seemingly happy couples posing for the camera, and considering the reality behind the pictures, the sight made your stomach churn.

“We’re going to get you something in your stomach first, and then we’ll go to the greenhouse.”

She was leading you to what you assumed was the kitchen.

“I would’ve brought you food in bed, but…”

She trailed off, looking…worried.

“Steve feels like you’ve been adjusting long enough, and he wants to see you contributing right away, so…”

Steve.

He was clearly the mastermind behind whatever this was, and it only made you more wary of him. You looked around again, taking in the house, and you were surprised at how…nice it was. You didn’t know why, but for some reason, you were expecting some rundown house in the backwoods of this town. Considering how nice the room you’d been staying in was, you didn’t know why it didn’t occur to you that the house would be even more impressive.

The amount of money that went into this place hinted at the amount of money they had…and that terrified you.

The kitchen wasn’t empty when Jane guided you to it, and you blinked at the sight of two women, one of them familiar. You tried not to stare at Margaret, but it was hard. The first time you’d seen her, she’d been naked and was being brutally raped by her so called husband. You swallowed as her eyes met yours, a warm smile on her lips.

“This must be Y/N,” she said, and you were surprised by how…calm she sounded. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

She pulled you into a hug before you could react, and you didn’t exactly hug her back, but she didn’t seem to care. The other woman in the room barely acknowledged you outside of a tight smile, more preoccupied with whatever she was cooking.

“I’m Margaret, but sometimes I’m referred to as Peggy,” she continued, and you nodded.

She glanced at the other woman, and seeming to get the hint, she turned to face you. You noted how pretty she was, but it was a cold kind of beautiful, the kind that made her seem equally terrifying. Her red hair spilled over her shoulders in pretty curls, and her green gaze was unwavering.

“Natasha,” she introduced herself.

You realized that this was Nat…Bucky’s wife. The same woman who had been down in that basement for almost four months, and you looked at her with a gaze that bordered along awe. You hadn’t even lasted a week, and you found yourself feeling incredibly…inferior at the moment.

“Y/N and I are going to be helping Sharon in the garden,” Jane told them as she started to fix you a plate of food. “Something small to get her into the swing of things until Peter comes back.”

Natasha snorted at that, but otherwise said nothing, and you curiously eyed her.

“He’s just off taking care of something for Steve, but he’ll be back in no time,” she told you, turning to you with a smile.

You wondered if that was what Peter told Steve, or if that was simply the message Steve conveyed. Again, you found yourself wondering who Peter was lying to. You or them? You gave her a tight smile in return, and she urged you to go in the hall, promising that she’d be right out. You hesitated at first, but eventually did, and you slowed when her hushed voice carried.

“We’re meant to be welcoming, Nat,” Jane told her.

“Welcoming,” the redhead scoffed. “Right.”

There was a brief silence before she continued.

“Steve wants her out and helping out because he likes being in control, but she’s not okay,” you heard her say. “She’s not ready.”

You heard her roughly put something into the oven just as Margaret spoke.

“Keep your voice down,” she quietly told her.

“He’s not here.”

“…but Tony and Stephen are,” Jane said. “Thor too. If Steve thinks she’s ready then she’s ready, and that’s that.”

Jane joined you moments later, a soft smile on her lips.

You didn’t mention the conversation you’d heard, and neither did she. After eating, Jane took you through the house, giving a brief tour along the way, and you were finding it hard to remember the layout. When Jane guided you through a side door, you were surprised to find it attached to what was obviously the greenhouse. You remembered seeing a few gardens in the backyard, and you frowned.

As if reading your mind, Jane spoke.

“You’ll be outside helping in the other gardens one day, but, for now…”

She didn’t need to finish the thought. They were afraid you’d make a run for it, and honestly, if you were outside, right now, you probably would. The thought of getting caught and thrown back down into the basement made you shudder though, and you winced.

“I know this is a lot,” she finally said after some time, looking at you with an honest expression for the first time since you woke up. “…but you’ll get used to it.”

You didn’t know why, but those words made your eyes water, and you looked away.

“Hey, hey,” she softly shushed, reaching for you. “It’s going to be okay.”

You shook your head, the tears spilling over, and Jane tried to quiet you.

Your chest grew tight, and the greenhouse felt smaller all of a sudden, like the walls were closing in. The idea that you would get used to this, that this nightmare wouldn’t even be that one day but instead something you saw as your normal life, it was too much. You thought about that picture of Margaret and Steve and their baby, and you wanted to be sick.

Jane was calling your name.

“Y/N, look at me,” she softly demanded. “You have to stop crying. You have to-.”

“What’s going on?”

You jumped at the new voice, and you froze, pressing your hand to your mouth just as Jane looked up. The fear in her eyes waned some, and you didn’t miss the way her entire demeanor softened. She swallowed, briefly glancing at you and rubbing your shoulder before lifting her gaze again.

“She’s still adjusting, Thor,” she slowly told him, gaze almost pleading. “She-she just needs a moment.”

She turned you around so you both were facing him, and she wrapped her arm around you, holding you close.

“Right?” she asked you.

You looked at her before looking at…Thor.

He was huge, and it wasn’t in an insulting way, but more so an observation about his build in comparison to Jane’s. His blond hair brushed his shoulder, and it was partially pulled back out of his face. He didn’t look real, blue eyes standing out so much, and you pressed your lips together as he eyed you. You didn’t know how to take him, but considering he was here with the rest and doing what everyone else was, you decided not to trust him.

You remembered that Jane had asked you a question, and you nodded.

“Use your words,” she whispered, squeezing your arm.

“Yes,” you quickly said. “I just got overwhelmed.”

Thor didn’t respond right away, and you were terrified of what he might do or say. It wasn’t lost on you though that Jane didn’t seem as scared as you. She was very much relaxed against you, and when Thor leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, you surmised that this was her husband.

“It’s a lot, young Y/N, but with my beautiful Jane here, you’ll catch onto the flow of things quickly.”

You didn’t miss the way Jane smiled at him, and it left a bad taste in your mouth. When he looked at you, you froze under the weight of his gaze. His demeanor was friendly, and you definitely weren’t as nervous around him as you were with Steve, but outside of the obvious, there was something about him that unnerved you.

He tapped Jane’s chin before turning away, and it was only then did she exhale. She rubbed your arm again, assuring you that you were okay, before turning you back towards the plants.

You’d been helping out around the house for two days when Peter finally came back.

You didn’t know he was back, of course, in the kitchen with some of the other women and getting breakfast started. You were with Sharon, Natasha, and Pepper. You’d met Sharon in the greenhouse the other day, the blonde woman welcoming you with a small smile. You didn’t know how to take her, and she seemed to think the same of you.

Pepper seemed stern, like Natasha, but kinder. You’d messed up quite a few times over the morning, and as annoying as you knew it had to be, she hadn’t said a single negative word. It took you longer than you wanted to admit that you recognized her from the pictures on the wall, cuddled up next to a brunette man with a goatee. You eyed her strawberry blonde hair.

“Here,” she told you, handing you some cut potatoes. “Toss these into the pan.”

It wasn’t lost on you that they were giving you tasks that didn’t require some sort of sharp object, and it was almost flattering to think they thought you had that in you. You weren’t so sure. Sharon was chopping some more as you did as Pepper instructed, and it wasn’t long after that that you heard her exclaim. You looked over as she hissed, and you stilled at the sight of the blood on the counter.

The blonde was holding her hand under the sink with Natasha’s help, and you faintly recognized that Pepper was saying something to you.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of the blood, gaze roaming over it as crawled along the surface…the same way it had crawled away from Pietro’s body. You shakily reached out, grasping the counter, and you couldn’t make out anything in the room. All you could see was Pietro’s limp body sprawled along the pavement, and you sharply inhaled.

You blinked, eyes stinging, and you felt a hand on your arm.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head, but instead of darkness, you saw Wanda collapsing after Bucky had shot her. You saw how easily and quickly she’d died, and it was like you weren’t even in the kitchen anymore. You were running through the trees with MJ, her hand tightly clasped with yours…until it wasn’t.

Someone was calling your name, and you didn’t register why your knees were hurting until you opened your eyes to see that you were on the floor. You tried to stand, but you couldn’t, collapsing every time, and it took you way too long to realize what that loud wailing noise was.

It was you.

Your chest was hurting so much, and Pepper and Natasha were trying to shush you, but you couldn’t stop. Your vision was blurry from your tears, and you held your head in your hands. You were shaking so bad, and you slid down to the floor, forehead grazing the tile, and Pepper’s voice was in your ear.

“Y/N, you have to calm down,” she shakily told you. “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong, so I can help you.”

“She needs to be quiet,” you heard Natasha say, her own voice sounding off. “…before…”

“What’s going on in here?”

You recognized that voice, and it only made you cry harder. None of them answered right away, too stumped by Steve’s presence, and the only sound for a few moments was that of your sobbing.

“She… We don’t know,” Pepper finally said, her hand on your back. “Sharon cut herself, and then she just… It triggered something, I guess.”

You could hear his heavy footsteps nearing you, and he sternly told Pepper to move. She did, and when Steve’s hand made contact with your arm, you screamed. You hadn’t meant to, the sharp sound escaping before you could stop yourself. You pushed yourself away from him, but with nowhere to go, you only pushed yourself against the cabinet. Your nails dug into Steve’s arms as he tried to grab you, and you were crying so hard you couldn’t catch your breath.

“Maybe you should get Peter,” you heard Natasha hesitantly suggest. “He just got back, didn’t he?”

You could only assume Steve took her suggestion because you didn’t feel him anymore. You pressed your hands to your mouth, trying to quiet yourself, but you couldn’t stop. You kept seeing their bodies over and over again, MJ’s face as she pushed you away. The blood on your hands…

You felt yourself tilting again, about to sink back down to the floor, when someone stopped you.

Hands were on your face, wiping your tears away, and a familiar voice was shushing you. Peter’s lips brushed your ear as he leaned in, and one of his hands slid to the back of your neck. He softly said your name, once, then twice, before telling you that you were okay. When he pulled away, he wiped your face again, and you peeled your eyes open.

Your gaze met his, and Peter tilted his head at you.

“You’re okay,” he gently told you, a small smile on his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“They’re dead,” you choked out. “They’re dead-they’re gone!”

“I know,” Peter said, pulling you against him. “I know.”

You could feel his hand on the back of your head, the other rubbing circles into your back. He shushed you, standing and forcing you to stand with him. He held your face in the crook of his neck, and you could faintly hear Steve’s voice as he said something. Peter said something back, but you couldn’t make it out.

You tripped over your own feet as he kept you against him, guiding you out of the kitchen. You almost collapsed again going up the stairs, but Peter kept you from falling. His fingers dug into your waist, and the other hand wrapped around your arm. You were too consumed by the memory of your friends’ murders to care about the close proximity, legs trembling and heart racing.

When he finally got you inside of your room, he didn’t stop you this time when you sank to the floor. Your forehead was pressed to your knees as you brought them up, and you wrapped your arms around your legs. You cried so much your head was starting to ache, and it was only when your sobs died down into soft sniffles did Peter speak again.

“I have something for you…something I think you’ll want to see…”

You slowly looked up at his words, remembering why he’d left to begin with. Peter was standing over the bed, reaching into a duffle bag, and you watched him pull out some pictures. Your lips parted as he neared you, and he knelt before you, handing you the pictures. With one look at them, your eyes watered again, but for an entirely different reason.

It was pictures of your mom checking her mailbox. She had a phone pressed to her ear, and you couldn’t stop flipping through them. You felt Peter wipe your face again as you did, your hands shaky, and more tears spilled over as you studied her face.

“She looks so sad,” you tearfully mumbled. “So worried.”

It was true. You could see it on her face, in her eyes, and it made your heart clench. You couldn’t imagine what she was going through, and you started crying again. It was interesting, because by anyone’s standards, you were in a far worse situation, but all you could think about was what it was doing to your mom.

Peter sat with you as you repeatedly flipped through the pictures, and you wiped your face.

“I’m never leaving…am I?” you asked after some time.

The words came out choppy, shaky, and you looked at him. You held his gaze as Peter reached out to brush away a stray tear, and he moved closer.

“No, pretty girl,” he whispered, shaking his head. “No.”

The pictures fell into your lap, and you dropped your face into our hands. Peter let you cry, and you didn’t know how to feel. You hated him, and how could you not? He was the reason you were even here. He’d wanted you, and so he took you, but then you’d think about Steve and how he punished Margaret, and just how mean he was…and you found yourself wanting to be grateful to be stuck with Peter.

…but you didn’t want to be stuck here, at all.

You felt Peter take the pictures, and you lifted your gaze.

“I didn’t tell Steve what I was really doing…”

You frowned at that, and you realized that Peter had lied to him. Not you.

“So…” he reached out, gently taking your chin as he held your gaze. “This will be our little secret, right?”

You faltered at that, frown deepening.

“If Steve finds out, I won’t be able to go and see her again.”

“I don’t want you to,” you whispered.

It was just as painful as it was exciting to see her and see how she was doing. You weren’t there, and you never would be again, and the thought made you so sad. It felt like you were just torturing yourself, and you shook your head.

“I can’t…” you trailed off, more tears spilling over. “She has no idea if I’m even alive, and I can’t see that.”

Your head drooped.

“I can’t watch her mourn me.”

Especially when you weren’t even dead, and that only made you think about MJ’s parents, Pietro and Wanda’s. They were in the same boat, you assumed, only their children were dead. You wondered what they did with their bodies, wondered if they at least let them be found so they could be buried or if they just… You looked away, more tears spilling over, and Peter pulled you against him when you started shaking.

You could feel your chest tightening again, and Peter pressed his face into your hair.

Sleep was hard to find.

You were on the floor again now that Peter was back, slipping out of the bed the second his breathing grew light. You’d been staring up at the ceiling for hours, thinking about your mom and your friends. It was too painful, but you couldn’t stop, replaying the memories in your head and thinking about how much your mom had seemed to age in such a short time.

It made you want to cry again, and you pushed back the tears, sitting up.

You felt almost…pitiful. All you’d done was cry and mope and lose your mind at the sight of blood. You thought about Natasha, finally putting a face to the name of the woman who’d lasted almost four months down in that basement, and you hadn’t even lasted a week.

You peered over the bed, looking at Peter as he slept.

Yes, he’d done a nice thing, and no, he wasn’t Steve, but that didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. Peter could let you go, and he wouldn’t, because no matter how he may have felt about Steve’s methods, he wanted you here. You were here because he wanted you here, and you slowly stood. You knew the door would be locked, but you tried anyway, and you weren’t proven wrong.

You tried to think of where Peter kept the key, and you bit your lip.

Searching for it without turning on a light was nearly impossible. You didn’t think Peter would be stupid enough to just leave it in either of the nightstand drawers, but you were shocked to find them locked anyway. A few tears escaped, and you pressed your lips together. The closet door was always locked at night too, and you pressed your hands to your eyes, swallowing down a sob.

You were just about to try the door again when Peter’s voice startled you.

“What are you looking for?”

You jumped, hand tightening on the knob as you pressed yourself closer to the door. You didn’t say anything, and light soon flooded the room as Peter turned on the lamp. You kept your gaze on the wood, afraid to look at him, and you shuddered when you heard him push himself to his feet. You pressed our forehead against the door, and you flinched when Peter touched your arm.

“Do you want to be sent to the basement?”

Peter’s voice was low, but you heard home, nonetheless, shaking your head.

“Do you want…do you want Steve to tell me to drag you outside, tie you up to a tree and-.”

“No, no,” you choked out, shaking your head. “No.”

“Well, that’s what’s going to happen if he catches you trying to escape…”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“That’s what would happen if I weren’t a better man, and I told him that I caught you trying-.”

“I’m sorry!”

Tears spilled over.

“Do you know how much I had to convince Steve to let you stay up here after what happened yesterday? He wanted to make an example out of you,” Peter whispered, his fingers grazing your arm. “He wanted to throw you down in that basement for a month.”

Your stomach turned at the thought, and you couldn’t stop crying. You felt Peter take your arm, slowly pulling you to him, and he backed up until he was sitting on the bed, taking you with him. Your head drooped, eyes on your lap, and Peter wiped your cheek.

“Things could be so much worse for you,” he whispered, leaning in, lips grazing your cheek. “I’m trying to help, but you have to help me.”

You sniffed, and Peter straightened the sleeve of your nightgown.

“Help me help you.”

You pressed your hands to your mouth, trying to stifle your sobs, and Peter stroked your face, playing with your hair.

“Okay…?”

You sniffed again, briefly closing your eyes, and you gave him a hesitant nod. Peter sighed, and you felt his hand drift, tracing circles into your back.

“How about this…”

He moved closer.

“You sleep up here, tonight, because now I feel like I can’t trust you.”

“No, I-.”

“Sleep up here with me…and I won’t tell Steve about what you tried to do.”

You froze at his words, blinking, and you looked away. The thought of sleeping next to Peter made you want to be sick, but at the same time, the thought of Steve finding out that you’d tried to escape made you want to die. It made your blood run cold, heart dropping to your stomach, and you slowly looked at Peter.

His brown eyes were warm, no hint of anger in them, and he reached up, gently grazing your jaw with his fingers.

“What do you say, pretty girl…?”

You looked down, heart threatening to leap from your chest, and against what you wanted, you gave him a shaky nod. Peter softly urged you to your feed, gently taking your hand. You couldn’t stop crying, silent as tears spilled over, and Peter shushed you, tucking you in. He sat on the edge, hovering over you with one hand pressed into the bed on either side of you.

His dark brown hair kissed his forehead, and the smile he gave you was meant to be reassuring you guessed.

“This will be our little secret, okay?”

You held Peter’s gaze for a while, playing with the comforter. You wanted to trust that he wouldn’t tell Steve, and even though you didn’t, at least not fully, you also didn’t have a choice. Sleeping next to Peter for one night was nothing in comparison to however Steve would want to make an example out of you.

“Okay,” you quietly agreed.

His smile widened at that, and you remained still as he stood. Peter walked to his side of the bed, the room bathing in darkness before he joined you. He didn’t move closer nor even reach out for you. He stayed on his side as he sought sleep once again, and against what you wanted, your body started to do the same.

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter Parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #dark peter parker #marvel imagine

[wolfytoothy]

it's just a prank

this was recommended by one of my bookie wookies from wattpad.

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Your day started off normal. Till you had an idea. You got the brilliant idea to prank miles, not to bad, just to test his love is all.While he was still asleep you set up some cameras around the house and pressed record.

You grabbed the main one and quickly went to the car to do the intro. “What is up gang, I am back with another video, and today, I’m gonna be ignoring my boyfriend guys. Now you all know my future husband, I don’t know how he's gonna react but.. Hopefully.. I’ll survive”

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After hiding all the cameras, you waited for the victim to wake up. Once he did, the game had started. But you decided to start it off subtle. You put on the noise canceling headphones and acting as if you couldn’t hear anything. You were in front of one of hidden cameras as you pretended to trim the dog's nails.

Miles excited the room with no shirt on and only shorts. Not gonna lie, you nearly folded, but you had to stay stong fr. Miles did his usual, came to you, and kissed you on the forehead and went about his business. You tried your hardest not to laugh but kept the laughter in. “you hungry?” he asked with a yawn, you didn’t respond and ignored him. There was silence for a few seconds and you used the lens of the camera to see his face.

Buddy was in the kitchen getting a few pots and sessioning. After a while miles looked at you waiting for an answer. “Ma” he said not taking his eyes off of you for a second. “Mami,” he said again, then shrugged. He clearly already knew what you wanted. It was like a pattern. After a few minutes you heard a plant hit the table. Then the door closed. You waited a sec to make sure he wasn’t trolling you then got up. You saw your usual order, and since you were hungry you gobbled it right up.

Your lovely idiotic, dence boyfriend was in the shower. You took the opportunity to get yourself ready. You setted up a camera in the bedroom then waited patiently. You pretend to do some editing on the computer and waited for 1 hour.

When he came out fully dressed it took all of your soul not to look.

“Do you wanna come to the gym with me?” he asked, looking at you. You did a quick side eye and stayed quiet. “Ma… mama…..n/n” he called out, utterly confused on why you weren’t responding. He went to your side on the bed and poke your cheek. “Yo,you good” he asked,squeezing your cheeks to try to get a reaction out of you. Then he pinched your nose making you slap his hand away in response. “What's up with you?” he said kinda weirded out as he stopped.

Miles assumed you weren’t feeling your best and decided to leave you alone before you get physical (yes he speaks from experience).

He left without a word, making you feel bad that you ignored him like that. After a couple of hours he finally came back. You tried your best to avoid him so you had a good reason to so you wouldn't feel so bad. “n/n” he called out as he came into the room and put down a box of donuts. It was your favorite of course. You lay in bed next to you and turned on the TV. Resting his head on your lap. You couldn't even think of moving.

Again after a few minutes. He looked up at you.”mi mamá preguntó si quieres las notas” (my mom asked if you want the notes)

You were about to respond but remembered. Instantly Miles knew something was up, cuz you would have said something.

You loved playing with him like this all the time.

And it didn’t take long for him to spot the camera hidden in the pile of clothes. You sat up a bit and looked straight at it. Then smirked. He layed in your lap again then grabbed you cheeks, squeezing them. As he did, he said. “Tres pececitos se fueron a nadarEl más pequeñito se fue al fondo del marVino un tiburón y le dijo: "ven acá""No, no, no, no, no porque se enoja mi mamáSe enoja mi mamá, se enoja mi mamáNo, no, no, no, no porque se enoja mi mamá” he sang in a little baby voice.

The song he was singing was one of the nursery rhymes you would put on for your baby nephew when y’all were babysitting him.

It took some much out of you not to laugh. He continued to squeeze your cheeks making the same duck face you were and chuckling.

“No, no, no, no, no porque se enoja mi mamá” he repeated but a little slower. You finailly bursted out in laughter and caved in. “Ahhh, I got you to laugh,” he cheered. “You thought you slick, I see the camera in the laundry goofy, don’t play,” he laughed

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales x reader #atsv prowler #earth 42 prowler #miles morales prowler #YouTuber reader

[tojixz]

Masterlist

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Notes: I am definitely horrible at English, forgive me for any mistakes or if I seem too formal.

Anyway, this is not only my first post, but my first fanfic!

So, yeah, it might suck… BUT I really wanted to try something, especially of my favorite movie since its first release 💞

Well, enjoy! And again, sorry if it's bad

Summary: The reader is in Neytiri's shoes (that hurts me) and is currently pregnant with Tuk, and with pregnancy comes its stages. Just Jake and his family looking out for Mommy!

Warnings: Vomiting, pregnancy problems, fluffy!! I don't know how to mark.

Word Count: 1,6k

Tìyawn (n) - Love 'Itan (n) - Son

Part two | Part three

"Dad."

"Daddy, wake up!"

With a muffled sigh, Jake reluctantly opens his eyes. His eyes burn from the lack of hours of sleep and his fatigue. He waits for his eyes to adjust their focus on a little blue face just above him.

"What happened?", Jake props himself up on his elbow as he looks around alarmed trying to find any sign of danger.

"It's Mom, she rushed out of our tent. She doesn't look well at all, and well, we didn't know what to do", Neteyam said with a worried look on his face, watching his father sit up and reason through the situation. It was still early in the morning and he really hadn't been able to sleep properly the last few days because of his responsibilities as Olo'eyktan and, well, as a father of three children.

Lo'ak and Kiri were also awake, equally worried waiting for some response coming from their father.

"Okay, fine. Thanks for letting me know. Where is she now?", Jake asked looking at his children as he stood up.

"Outside by the trees."

"Okay, go back to sleep, I will take care of your mother", Jake's voice contained concern, but he did his best to mask it and not worry his children further.

Kiri looked at her father in disbelief, stepping in front of him and stopping his passage, "Let's not go to sleep knowing something is wrong with Mom! Daddy, I want to help."

"It's okay babygirl, I'll take care of it. Then go back to bed now, I don't want to see anyone sleepy when they wake up!"

"But Dad-"

"That's all", Jake narrowed his eyes at the three of them and nodded his head towards the bed, Then he turned and hurried away to come to you.

You definitely weren't feeling well. You were experiencing frequent vomiting and dizziness, and you also felt weaker and more tired. Despite this, you were used to it from your other times of pregnancy.

Anyway, today was not an abnormal day. You woke up sweating along with a sour feeling in your throat. You immediately ran to the middle of the trees to get whatever was in your stomach out, taking as much care as possible not to wake any of your children and even your husband who deserved to rest, even more so with the stress he had been under in the last weeks because of problems in the clan.

The early morning air relieved the intense heat you felt throughout your body. You breathed for a few seconds and then finally got rid of the horrible feeling that persisted in settling in your throat.

As you recovered from the episode, you paid no attention to the cautious footsteps behind you and jumped when you felt large hands on your neck caressing them. Your ear crunched against your skull as your head turned full back to detect the intruder.

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's me, Jake", he said stopping in front of you and showing that he wasn't some kind of predator or anything.

"Ah, damn it Jake! Don't sneak up on people like that!", you hissed at him as you slapped his arm.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry", Jake put his hands on your head caressing you as he said, "So, is everything okay? Why didn't you wake me up to help you?"

You looked away from Jake's face ashamed of the state you were in. There was no reason to be embarrassed, this was common and it's not like this was your first time, you knew that. But you still felt uncomfortable waking Jake who was sleeping so peacefully, "It's just…. I could handle it on my own, there was no reason to bother you."

Jake sighed, turning you towards him as he placed his hands on your neck lightly brushing your cheeks, "Honey, no matter what the situation, you will never be a bother to me. Even more so when it involves you and my baby", Jake concluded by placing a kiss on your nose and pressing your foreheads together.

Her heart filled with love. You don't know how much good you did in life to have a family as beautiful as yours. Jake and your children were the greatest blessing the Great Mother could give you.

You smiled, resting your hands on Jake's arm. You just enjoyed that moment with him for a few seconds, and then said, "I love you, Ma'Jake."

Jake wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, savoring the warmth and presence of his mate, the one who gave him the most beautiful family in existence, one he could never have imagined having. The one who blessed her mornings and made her heart melt when she heard her groggy voice when she woke up. "I love you too, tiyawn. But you really need to call me when you're not feeling well."

You let out a small laugh at your husband's concern and just murmured, "Okay, I count on your protection."

You both stood there for a few minutes, just feeling each other's presence and exchanging caresses while listening to the various noises coming from the forest.

"We should head back now, I'm better", you said pulling away from Jake, taking his hand and starting to pull him back to their shared tent.

"Wait, wait", Jake stopped his steps, approaching you again as he placed one of his hands on your stomach, lightly rubbing the small bulge that stood out on your belly, "Is the baby okay?"

You looked at Jake in surprise at the sudden question. Placing your hand over Jake's hand, you let out a minimally loud laugh, "He's fine Jake Sully. The baby is healthy. Now come on", you took his hand and walked back to the tent once more. "We have other babies to take care of."

Jake let out a playful snort as he followed his majestic companion back home.

As soon as you entered the hut, you were able to hear murmurs coming from the heap of little bodies in the hammock. You assumed that your little ones were just having dreams, but then your thoughts were interrupted by Jake's scolding voice.

"What did I say about going back to sleep?", Jake crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for a response from the mountain of children in the hammock in their terrible pretense at being asleep.

"We are sleeping", Lo'ak lifted his head to answer his father, quickly pulling his eye away from Jake to look at you, who stood beside him.

Jake pinched the middle of his nose in annoyance letting out a sigh in the process, "Silly child, sleeping people don't talk!"

"It's Lo'ak, you skxawng!!", Kiri slapped his brother on the head who promptly let out a 'Hey!' for the aggression. Neteyam completely ignored the idiot fights of his brothers and ran into her arms.

"Mom! Are you okay? What happened?"

You stooped down to little Neteyam's level and planted your hands on his cheeks, cracking a wide smile at the sight of your son, "I'm fine, 'itan. How long have you been awake?"

Lo'ak and Kiri soon joined in the hug, snuggling into his neck in the process. Her heart filled with affection for her children, becoming almost unbearable. Jake was standing off to the side watching everything, almost envying his companion's attention to his children.

"I heard you get up and leave, I was afraid of what might have happened, so I called Daddy", Lo'ak sniffled softly, squeezing you even tighter.

You smiled as you collectively hugged your children, stroking their heads and soothing them. "Oh my baby, I'm fine, see? It was just… a mishap."

"Yes, so we need to let your mother sleep to regain her energy", Jake intruded into the conversation pulling you out from among the children and carrying you to bed.

You looked at him with an unreadable face, allowing yourself to be snuggled into Jake's chest as strong arms encircled your waist.

"Jake!", you tried to pull away, but as expected, was unsuccessful; so your only option was to lie down in defeat feeling a hand from Jake snake into your stomach and lightly caress the bulge.

"Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, come to sleep. You must be tired after Mommy disturbed your sleep", you held out your arm for the children to snuggle in your protection.

There wasn't even time to think about the proposition, the children soon went into their parents' arms, getting as close as possible to each other.

Jake protected his belly from the children's jerky movements as he alarmed his children, "Hey, watch your mother's belly!"

"Ma'Jake, it's okay, they're just babies", you said stroking your companion's arm with a wide smile opening on your lips. Jake sighed defeatedly, nuzzling his head into the curve of your neck and inhaling your scent. He was truly lucky for the woman he had.

Her heart overflowed with affection. It was an unimaginable love that you felt for your family. A family you built with the one you love, a partner you trust. You couldn't have asked anything more from Eywa, not after she blessed you with the most sacred family in your existence.

Your eyes filled lightly with tears; pure tears of care and love, for your children, for your Jake, for your life.

"Good night, my little ones", you said in a whisper, realizing that the children were no longer able to keep their eyes open. They even looked as if they were waiting for a confirmation of your love for them.

Jake let out an anasalated laugh, also closing his eyes as fatigue consumed him and sleep called him into the dream world again. As a last prayer, Jake said in an almost inaudible whisper, only for nearby hearts to hear:

"I love you all. You are my greatest fortress."

I'm sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I was anxious to finish and may have gone too fast 😭

I hope it was a good read! I kind of liked it for my first story; but I hope to improve in the future.

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[hamlets-ak]

Can you write a fic about Reader and Tim celebrating their’s child’s birthday.

Have a nice day ❤️❤️

thank you so much for your request!! have a nice day as well <3

birthday boy ༊*·˚

༘♡ sometimes instead of lines, she'd draw stars, stars, stars...

in which you, timothée and your daughter wake up your son for his birthday

« Wake up! Come on! Wake up! »

You gasped your eyes immediately opening wide at the feeling of an object hitting the back of your head. A painful grunt escaped your lips, your fingers fumbling around the pillow only to find a purple stuffed dragon.

« Mom! », you heard your daughter’s loud groan as she shut the door behind her. You smiled at the sound of her little high-pitched angry voice. The room filled immediately with the energy of your six-year-old child, Zoe.

« Good morning, sweety, come here, » you motioned with your hand. She walked towards you and stood beside your bed, her lips pressed shut and her arms wrapped around her waist, amber eyes glaring at you.

« Good morning, » she said with a frown. The light slipped through the window and landed on top of her hair making it look golden like bleached buttercups. « Why are you still sleeping? Don’t you know what day it is? »

« Of course, we do, baby, » you turned around balancing on your elbows.

« Then why are you still sleeping? », she whined.

« We were just waking up, » you leaned to kiss her forehead while pulling behind her ears pieces of unruly hair. She still had her baby smell; warm summer skin, clean cotton, sugared milk. Her freshly washed hair made your whole room radiate chamomile, honey, and olives. She had definitely woken up in a mood but how could you be mad at her adorable face, her pouted lips, and her small nose that had Timothée’s little bump on it?

« But you are not waking up, » Zoe continued. « Daddy’s still sleeping! » You rubbed your eyes and covered your mouth to yawn before bringing forward her little stuffed animal.

« Why did you throw me on mom’s head, Zoe? », you changed your voice pretending it was the animal speaking. It was a game you had developed since she was a little kid and for some reason, it always made her happy. 

« It’s Marc’s birthday and they’re still in bed, Spike, » she replied. You clenched your jaw to hold your laughter. She was so cute and precious for this world. You just wanted to take her into a long hug, and never let her go.

« I think that if you give mommy a kiss and a hug she will fully wake up, » you added, a small smile growing on your face. Zoe stood on her tippy toes, pecked your lips, and gave you a quick hug. « That wasn’t a hug. »

« Oh! », she groaned in annoyance and then fell on you hugging you tightly with her small arms. You grinned and kissed her forehead again multiple times.

« Did Marc wake up? », you asked rubbing her cheek, her fingers hugging your wrist as she nuzzled her head in your palm.

« The birthday boy is still sleeping, » she mumbled. « No one is excited for today but me! » You laughed as your little girl tried to climb on top of the bed. « Dad, wake up! »

« Dad’s tired, baby, » you smiled at her warmly. « Let him sleep a few more minutes and then we'll go prepare the cake together, ‘kay? »

« No! », she cried and pulled the bed sheets to climb on top of the bed but failed miserably at her every attempt.

You gave her a hand to help her up. She struggled to move with her small feet getting tangled between the sheets until she finally stumbled and fell on the place between you and Timothée.

« Are you good baby? Did you hurt? », you rushed to ask her. She mumbled something but nodded.

« Dad, daddy! Wake up! », she sat on her knees shaking his shoulder. « Dad! » You fell back on your pillow and closed your eyes for a moment. It was Timothée’s turn. « No, mom, don’t fall asleep too! », she turned to you pulling your arm this time.

« I’m not sleeping, baby, » you chuckled at her. « Just resting my eyes for a second. »

« You always say that but then you end up sleeping, » Zoe furrowed her brows.

« Come here, » you opened your arms. « Let’s just rest our eyes for a few more minutes and then we’ll wake up daddy. »

« No! He has to wake up! », she cried and quickly climbed on top of Timothée’s chest. Tim’s first reaction before even opening his eyes was to smile. « Dad, » she softly touched his cheeks and leaned closer until their noses touched. « Get up! », she groaned lightly slapping his face a few times and then tried to pull his ear.

« Ah! », Timothée gasped, a painful expression painted on his face followed by a laugh. Zoe chuckled at the reaction she got until Tim started to tickle her belly making her collapse on top of him and burst into laughter.

« You tried to pull my ear? », he asked.

« No, no, » she said with difficulty between her giggles.

He then pulled her down, squeezing her into a tight hug, causing the girl to leave a small scream against his skin.

« Mom, help me! », she tented her hand to you with a grin. Timothée decided to let her free and turned his head to the side to face you. His face was pale, lips red and swollen, and the sleep was still hanging from his puffy eyes. You smiled at each other hearing your little girl’s giggles turning into uncontrollable laughter.

« Good morning, » Timothée whispered to her burring his head between fluffy curls and pressing his lips on her cheek.

« Morning, » she mumbled. Timothée held her hands as she sat on his stomach. 

« Baby, why are you up so early? », he asked then.

« It's Marc’s birthday! You forgot? »

« Who’s birthday? », Tim furrowed his brows.

« Dad! », Zoe cried. He laughed at her and then ruffled her hair.

« I’m just messing with you, my heart. »

« We don’t have time for jokes! », she widened her eyes and exchanged a look between you and Timothée.

« Careful, baby, » Timothée said giving her a hand as she jumped off the bed.

« Mom! Get up! Come on! », she shouted while running out of the room.

« Hey, careful with the running! », you shouted worriedly. Timothée chuckled as he nuzzled closer slipping his hand to your shoulder to get you into his arms.

« Careful with the running? », he left another small laugh. « What's next? Careful with the walking? »

« You want me to remind you what happened the last time she was running around the house? », you raised your eyebrows.

« You just exaggerate. You always do, » he pressed his lips at the edge of your mouth. « The floor was just wet and she slipped. » You lightly shook your head but Timothée smiled at your reaction. 

He held your gaze for a few moments before leaning his head to kiss you hard, his body slowly sliding on top of yours. You pushed him away making him fall to the side and release a heavy breath.

« Not now, » you laughed. « The kids are home. »

« Why do you have to be so dirty-minded? It was just a kiss, » he coked an eyebrow and pushed you playfully.

« Ah! », you gasped holding your shoulder. He beamed his eyes turning back to you.

« I love you so much. »

« Love you too, » you tilted your head to kiss his shoulder, your fingers kindly scratching his skin. He pulled back his hair and then rubbed his face with his palms as you kept staring at him, noticing the huge grin drawn on his face, caused by the thoughts he was having.

« I can’t believe it. Our little boy is nine. Nine! » You laughed, your fingers moving upper to pull his fallen curls behind his ear. His eyes moved at you.

« It’s crazy, » you bit your lips holding your smile. You shook your head lightly. « I still remember when they were tiny little babies and now... » Tim breathed out and then chuckled.

« Fuck they grow up so fast. » A smile grew on your lips as you gave him a last peck and stood up to move to the bathroom. « And before we know it they'll be off to college, » you heard Timothée’s voice.

« Don’t even want to think about it, » you murmured to yourself, cleaning your face and then brushing your teeth. Tim put on his shorts and followed you, balancing at the door with his bare shoulder, looking through his phone.

« My mom texted what time we’ll be there, » he said and then laughed. « She said that your mother has been up since five and she already started cooking. » You chuckled at his words. « I love your mom so much. She’s always so excited about our visits. »

« That’s because she loves the kids, » you said. « And you. » Tim moved closer wrapping his arms around you, his lips planting kisses from your neck, to your chin and your jaw, to your cheeks, your nose, your lips.

« I was thinking… », he said with a small smirk.

« Oh, » you muttered.

« Stop, » he bit your skin making you chuckle again. « I was thinking that maybe we could... you know, » he clenched his jaw, fingers slowly slipping between your hand. « Maybe we could have another baby. » Your lips separated not really sure how to respond. You didn't expect that. Your head turned back to look at his face balancing on top of your shoulder and locked eyes for a moment. He gulped and lowered his gaze to the sink. « No pressure, of course. I’m just throwing it on the table. I mean, I wouldn’t mind having another little creature running around the house when the floor is not wet. » You smiled warmly. « It’s really not a big deal, I just think we can do it - if you want it, of course. »

« Well, I really didn't expect that, » you left a laugh. « I need some time to think about it. »

« Sure, » he pecked your lips again and moved to the sink.

You waited for Timothée for a few moments before moving together to the kitchen. He pulled you back by your t-shirt causing you to laugh. His head leaned down pressing your cheek with his lips making you giggle.

You silently opened the door of your son’s bedroom and looked inside. There he was, a nine-year-old boy sleeping on a sunkissed bed. You couldn’t stop staring at him. He was a baby only a few years ago and now he was speaking, walking, going to school, playing basketball, and having friends.

« Our baby is nine, » Tim whispered to your ear. He pouted his lips. « I am so proud that we got ‘em. » You stayed silent staring at his figure spread across the bed, short curls of dark hair covering his face as small snores escaped his mouth. You got Timothée's hand on yours, intertwining your fingers, and pulled it up rubbing it lovingly. Your eyes moved up at him looking at the way he was gazing at your kid.

Timothée touched your back gesturing for you to follow him. In the kitchen, Zoe had already found her seat at the end of the counter, her color pencils spread around her, as she finished her painting.

« You are finishing your drawing, baby? », you asked as Tim got the video camera to see if it was charged.

« Mhm, » she nodded too absorbed. You leaned on your elbows next to her. « You like it, mommy? », she asked.

« Like it? I love it! Tell me more about your artwork, » you said truthfully.

« Girls, camera's on, » Timothée's voice was heard in the background and you motioned with your head for him to come and see Zoe's drawing.

« It’s me and Marc sitting at the beach, » she explained. You nodded eagerly and then pointed at the sky.

« Why is the sky purple? », you asked.

« It’s the sunset. »

« And that red circle it’s the sun? », you asked.

« Yes! », she grinned and hugged you tight. You messed her hair and then moved to the fridge to get out the cake and the frosting. Tim moved closer with the video camera in his hands.

« Can you tell us your name? », he sat in front of your girl.

« Em… my name is Zoe, » she mumbled her whole face heating up as she kept coloring the paper not making eye contact.

« Is it a special day today? », Tim asked.

« Yes! It's Marc’s birthday, » she smiled. « I’m finishing his drawing. That’s my gift for him. »

« Can you show the drawing to the camera? »

« Do you like it? », Zoe turned the drawing in Timothée’s direction.

« Wow! », he said making Zoe grin. « It's incredible, baby. We should frame it, » Timothée left the camera down.

« You think Marc’s going to like it? »

« Marc’s going to love it! », he kissed the top of her head wrapping his arms around her. « I noticed you put a lot of green. »

« That's because green is his favorite color. »

The conversation went on for quite a while, Zoe explaining to Timothée her artistic choices and him happily listening to everything she had to say and being a silly dad as always, while you were preparing the birthday cake writing ‘Happy Birthday Marc’ on top of it. Even though you were trying to be extremely concentrated not to ruin the cake you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard Zoe telling Tim that she didn’t want to be an artist, she wanted to be a swimmer or a « veterinariterian ».

Tim gave you a funny look of confusion to make sure you heard before turning back to your daughter. You raised your head to look at them.

« You mean veterinarian, baby? », he asked. She half-opened her mouth processing the word and then nodded.

« Ve-te-ri-na-te- »

« Veterinarian, » Tim repeated slower. « Come on you can do this. »

« Ve-te-ri-na-ri-an, » she tried to say it back.

« Yes, that’s it! »

« Veterinarian, » she nodded.

« You are doing so great, sweety, » you said. Timothée kissed her cheek and moved closer to you getting the dishes out of the way to the sink to wash them.

« I’m almost done here, » you let him know.

« Mom, can I eat the frosting? », Zoe asked.

« Baby, I don't think that’s a very healthy breakfast, » Tim replied instead of you.

« Dad, please, » she begged. « Mommy? »

« Dad’s right, Zo. »

« Please, please, please, please, » she begged you her hands tied together. « Just a spoon, please mommy. » You looked at Tim once but then gestured to her with your hand.

« Come on, get a spoon, » you smiled.

« Y/N, they are going to eat so much cake today that they’ll be sick tomorrow. »

« It’s just a spoon Timo, » you pulled his hair back, on your way to get your spoons.

« It’s a special day, dad, » Zoe murmured happily. 

« Okay then, I want some frosting too, » he mumbled taking the spoon off your hands.

« You shouldn’t eat because you’re going to eat so much cake today- », you started saying before he squeezed your waist making you jump away and leave a laugh. 

« Come on finish your sentence, » he laughed before squeezing you again.

« You need to stop this, » you widened your eyes a smile plastered on your lips as you held your arms forward to defend yourself. Zoe couldn’t stop laughing watching Timmy tying tightly his arms around you and pressing kisses on your lips.

There was this routine you followed on your children's birthday. You were waking up early, finishing the cake you had already spent hours preparing the previous night, and then waking up the kids with the song.

« Can I put the candles? », Zoe asked.

« Sure, baby, » you said looking at the way she carefully placed nine candles on top of it in a circle.

« I’m getting the lighter. I’m getting the lighter, » Tim repeated excitedly as you took the cake in your hands and moved to the door of your son’s bedroom with Zoe’s small feet following you, drawing in her hands and a grin that reached her ears. « Okay, » Timothée said out of breath.

After lighting the candles he slowly opened the door. Your boy was still on his bed sleeping. Timothée mouthed ‘one, two, three’ and then you all started singing to him in unison. You noticed how his hazel green eyes opened wide raising him from his sleep and then a small grin appeared at the edge of his mouth.

« Happy Birthday to You // Happy Birthday to You // Happy Birthday Dear Marc //Happy Birthday to You… », you sang all together. He quickly stood up on his feet and blew off the candles.

« Happy birthday, » Zoe left a small childish scream as she fell into his arms pushing both of them back to the bed. They hugged each other tightly and kissed the other’s cheeks.

Timothée crouched in front of him to reach his height holding his knees with a huge smile. He gently pushed the hair behind his ears, one hand resting on his cheek.

« Okay, » the words came out like a whisper. « You are one of the best things that ever happened to me and I am so grateful for having you, » he pressed his lips on his cheek and took him in a long hug. « I want you to know that I love you and I am so proud of the person you are becoming. »

« You are proud? », Marc held his wrist to look him in the eyes. Timothée chucked and leaned down until their foreheads touched.

« Of course I am, and you should be too. Happy birthday, Mars, » he ruffled his hair standing up.

« Ah, dad! », the boy gasped only for Tim to ruffle his hair again and press a kiss on the top of his head.

« I’ll take this, » Timothée kissed you on the lips and took the cake off your hands. « Baby, you’ll come and help? », he asked Zoe who rushed to follow.

You pulled out your lower lip looking at your son who lightly shook his head knowing what was going to follow.

« Happy birthday, » you took him into a hug, arms tightly wrapped around him as you pressed your sealed lips not to get emotional. « Can’t believe you are nine. Nine! Oh my God! »

« Come on, mom, » he patted your back. You smiled and pulled away letting him breathe.

« I love you so so much. »

« I know, you tell me every day, » Marc mumbled.

« Yes, and I will never stop saying that to you because no matter how old you grow, you will always be my sweet little boy whom I used to be so protective of and always will be in the future. »

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[mbappeslover]

écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part two.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

read part one first.

read finale.

“and then, he says he’ll call me in the morning. like what?”

y/n got home later that night and the first thing she did was call her friend to tell her of the events that went down.

“y/n, relax. i don’t know why you’re thinking so hard when it’s crystal clear.” y/n friend says.

“what’s crystal clear?” y/n asks.

y/n hears a deep sigh over the phone.

“you are such a idiot. it’s clear that he likes you, y/n! he’s interested in you.”

“but, i am his personal assistant. that can’t happen, he can’t be interested in me. do you want me to lose my job? i know i don’t.” y/n whines.

“i don’t know about you, but no regular boss does that to someone he only sees as a worker. an assistant… i’m just saying, if i were in your position, i’d be thinking of things to do when i become a wag.”

“shut up! i am not going to be a wag, i cannot stand you. plus, he literally hates me.” y/n rebuttals.

“again y/n, let’s use our brains. didn’t he say he had a reason. he was flirting with you and you think it’s nothing! you better go to his house tomorrow to find the answer.”

“okay, mom. you better be right about this.” y/n accepts in defeat because her friend is making a great point.

“mhm. i’m so tired, go to sleep y/n.”

“goodnight.” y/n says before hanging up.

you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s 8am.

‘who’s calling me at this time.’ you think to yourself.

still halfway asleep, you answer groggily.

“hello, who’s this?”

“waouh, j'ai mal. pourquoi mon numéro n'est pas enregistré? (wow, i am hurt. why is my number not saved?)”

fuck.

hearing the voice of the caller, you fully wake up immediately.

“no, no, kylian. i do have your number saved, i just, you just woke me up and i was still asleep, so i, i just answered the phone without lookin-“

“relax, i’m just joking. bonjour, y/n.”

even if it was way too early, kylian’s voice being the first thing you heard after waking up; it had to be the best thing ever.

“bonjour kylian, comment vas-tu? quelque chose est arrivé? (hello kylian, how are you? did something happen?)” you greet him back.

“no, nothing happened. i told you i would call you in the morning. i wanted to inform you that i decided to take a day off. so, you also have a day off.” he says.

“oh okay, is that all?” you ask.

“yes, that’s all. i’m outside of your building, get dressed and come down.”

you immediately sit up, removing the sheet off of yourself.

“what?! how are you? why are you…? you know what. didn’t you say today was my day off?” you question, confused.

“who said you’d be working? just come downstairs.” he says before hanging up the phone.

you calmly set your phone aside, before picking up a pillow, holding it up to your face and screaming in frustration.

you didn’t know what you were expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t that.

you hop in the shower and get dressed, wearing a black crop top, with black oversized cargo pants and panda nike dunks. you do a quick hairstyle and no-makeup makeup look before rushing downstairs.

it was a bit chilly in paris today, and you forgot to grab your coat before leaving the house.

you got downstairs but didn’t see the usual all-black van with extra dark tinted windows. it’s the car most celebrities drive in.

‘i thought he said he was outside…?’ you wonder, the wind making you shiver a bit.

you were about to pull out your phone to call him, when a red ferrari 488 pista pulls into the driveway.

the windows were tinted so you couldn’t tell who it was.

till the driver stepped out the car.

it was kylian. and, kylian looked so good.

he was wearing black airforce ones, cargo pants that cuffed at the ankles, a black shirt, with a light brown leather jacket.

you saw him outside of his practice uniform, it was usually athletic clothing, like a nike tech.

but, this?

he was all dressed up, and looked so nice.

“hello, y/n. over here! i knew you’d take a little while so i decided to get us something hot to drink in the meantime.” he said waving.

you walk up to kylian.

“this is yours? you’re so fancy.” you say in a teasing tone, running your index finger along the shiny exterior.

“yeah and rich.” he says confidently. he had his elbow propped up against the car door.

“whatever, you’re just kylian the crybaby in my eyes.” you scoff jokingly.

“don’t get too comfortable, miss y/l/n. i’m still your boss.” he says in a warning tone, of course, joking.

“you’re right. i don’t wanna go back to getting mean mugged all day for no reason.” you say, leaning against the car, crossing your arms.

“you know, you still have to explain to me why i deserved that.” you continue.

kylian just looks at you, up and down.

“where’s your coat? didn’t you know it’d be a bit chilly today? you look like you’re freezing.” he asks.

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.” y/n says, a little disappointed.

kylian’s pov:

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.”

there she goes with the unintentional pouting again, she just doesn’t know how cute she is.

on top of that, she had the nerve to dress so simple yet look so stunning.

he began to take off his jacket.

“what are you doing?” the woman in front of him questions.

“what does it look like i’m doing, cher?” he says trying to hand over the jacket to her.

y/n looked at the jacket, then looked at kylian.

‘please don’t be difficult.’ he hopes to himself

“i’m not wearing it.” y/n says before turning around, making her way the the passenger side.

he follows behind.

“yes, you are. you’re going to wear it.”

she reached to open the door, kylian quickly maneuvered in front and opened it for her.

“i’m going to make sure you won’t have to touch any door when with me.” he says to her, he didn’t realize how close they were to each other.

y/n’s pov:

he always does this. these small moments where they’re saying so much, yet so little.

her heart was beating, fast. abnormally fast.

after an intense stare down, y/n complies.

“fine, give me your stinky jacket.”

“stinky? you’re childish. i could never stink and you know that.” kylian says smirking as y/n slides on the jacket.

“he swears he’s all that and a bag of chips.” mumbles to herself.

“huh, what was that?” he says.

“nothing, what’s the plan for today?” you question, entering the car, kylian made sure you were properly seated, before closing the door for her and jogging to the driver’s seat.

“put your seatbelt on and here, this is for you. i got you some ginger-lemon tea. it tastes amazing.” he says pointing to the cup holder.

you thank him as he starts the car.

you sip on the tea, as you look out the window. you still didn’t know what the plan was today, but, obviously you weren’t gonna ask anymore questions because he wasn’t going to answer anyway.

it’s quiet, extremely quiet. but, it isn’t awkward, it’s quite nice.

why does the world suddenly slow down when i’m with my boss?

it’s ten minutes into the drive and kylian break the silence.

“earlier, you asked me what’s the plan. today’s plan is i’m taking you shopping.”

you choke on your drink.

“no.” you say after clearing your throat.

“no?” kylian questions, taking his eye off the road for a second to analyze your face.

“but, why?”

“why? just because.” kylian answers.

“you’re lying.” you shoot at him.

“yes, i am.” he shoots back.

kylian’s pov:

“what’s your deal?” she questions him.

“i can’t treat my assistant out to some shopping?” he says.

obviously, this isn’t normal. but, he likes y/n. he’s accepted that.

he still feels bad about the way he treated her.

he wants her.

“you’re not fooling anyone. i see right through you, mr. mbappé.” she scoffs.

“it’s kylian.” he replies, smirking.

they spent most of the day together at an extremely fancy mall in the heart of paris. places where only the elite shop: athletes, models, actors. so, the two didn’t need any security or had to worry about running into fans and paparazzi. it was just the two of them.

or at least they thought.

it was around 12 o’clock when they finished going through every store.

kylian bought y/n too many things.

when they first made it there, y/n refused to even set her eyes on anything in the shops because they were insanely expensive.

“we aren’t leaving here till you buy at least three items, please, i wanna do this for you. buy whatever you please.” kylian says to y/n.

y/n sighs before accepting it, she was grateful but she didn’t wanna use his money.

a few stores later, she lets kylian purchase exactly three things for her: christian louboutin so kate red bottoms, jacquemus asymmetric draped midi dress, and the chanel classic double flap bag.

the whole time kylian couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. he felt so happy, seeing y/n wear his leather jacket and him paying for anything that grabbed her attention.

they were making their way back to the car. kylian holding the bags.

“11.9K, not bad.” kylian says humorously.

“stop it, i will literally turn us back around and go return everything.” y/n says, still feeling a little bad for letting him spend that much.

he laughs.

“seriously, thank you, kylian. i’ll make sure to work over time to pay you back.” y/n says observing his face. if y/n had to choose her favorite part of kylian, it’d probably be his eyes. they were beautiful. big and clear. or his personality, he said so much, even when saying little. he had amazing comedic timing.

“pay me back? i offered to do this for you. i wanted to do it. i don’t expect to receive anything back.”

okay. she couldn’t deny it anymore. since day one, y/n was attracted to kylian. no doubt. he’s smart, he’s talented, he’s strong minded, with a strong heart. he’s an inspiration.

she smiled big, opening her arms to engulf kylian into a hug.

it obviously took him by surprise as he stumbled back. but, tried his best to hug her back with the bags in his hands.

they hug for a lengthy time. taking in each other’s warmth, shuffling from side to side. kylian smelled amazing, like a smoky, deep aroma.

y/n backed up, still at a close proximity with both hands on his shoulders.

“thank you, a million times. are you hungry? let’s go to your house. i’ll make you something very good to eat. c’mon.” you say, intertwining your hands with kylian’s sorta dragging him to the car.

you felt like you were in primary school again, having a stupid little crush and being all excited over it.

you two arrived to his penthouse. even if you were here the day before, you were still amazed at the beauty of his apartment.

you handed kylian back his coat, thanking him once more for letting you hold onto it this morning.

“i’ll set these down over here for you.” kylian says, referring to the shopping bag.

you hummed in response. making your way to the kitchen. looking through the fridge and cabinets to see what you’d be able to make.

kylian made his way to the kitchen island and took a seat there, watching you.

you turn around, “how does oven baked chicken and rice sound?”

“good. is there any way i can help?” he asks.

“mmm… no. just sit there and look pretty.”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“go to your room, kylian.”

“you said it, can’t take it back.”

“leave the kitchen, right now. go watch tv or something. the food won’t take long.” you say, shoo-ing him away. he laughs before getting up, plopping himself on the couch and turning on some tv.

he’s always laughing, loud and goofy.

you like it.

it was now 1 o’clock.

the food was ready. this time, two plates and two empty glass cups were set on the island.

“kylian, the food is ready, come eat!” you call out.

he gets up immediately and makes his way to to kitchen.

you see him approach with wide eyes, each second he gets closer, he gets even more amazed at the food.

“you don’t know how hungry i was, smelling the food didn’t help me much either. seeing it up close, is even better. how can you cook so well? i could kiss you right now.” he says enthusiastically, sitting down on the stool chair.

what did he say???

“ok, kiss me, what’s stopping you?” you chuckle, you were joking, but, serious. there was some seriousness in that sentence.

kylian looked up from the food fast, you could tell by his expression he wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“i’m just kidding. oh my gosh. you look like you were about to catch a heart attack, kissing me wouldn’t be that bad, you know.” you say playfully.

“anyways, what would you like to drink? water or orange juice. those are literally the only drinks you have in your fridge.” you ask, changing the subject.

“water would be fine, thank you.” you pour water into the two glass cups. you put the water back into the fridge and make your way around the island to sit next to kylian.

you two eat, sometimes occasionally staring at one another, and laughing when eye contact is made.

again, it’s nice.

you set your utensil down, sipping on some of the water before starting conversation.

“oh yeah, you told me you’d tell me why you treated me that way. i feel like now is the perfect time.”

he looks up, chewing the remaining food—wiping his mouth with some paper before sighing.

“yea i did tell you i would, it’s a long story but i’ll shorten it for you.”

it’s quiet, he looks to be deep in his thoughts. he looks hurt?

he begins, “i had a personal assistant before you. i got along with him very well. i thought we were buddies, we hung out like friends. multiple articles began coming out, stuff like ‘people close to young football prodigy reveals his terrible attitude and large ego.’ my manager and i thought it was just press doing their thing for some clicks and views. till more personal information of mine began to spread.”

he stops, sighing hard again.

“i just don’t know what i did for him to do that… we found out it was my assistant spreading rumors about me. things that were untrue, he got paid to fabricate stories. it really ruined my reputation. and it messed with me, i thought i had a genuine friendship with the guy.”

you pat and rub kylian on the back.

“oh, kylian. i’m so sorry.”

he looks you in the eye.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. when i got the news of me getting a new personal assistant, i didn’t like the idea of it at all. i didn’t wanna have to deal with something like that again. so to make sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, i was awful to you. to see if you’d ‘rat me out’ to those gossip blogs. and i feel terrible, because you’re so sweet.”

you take his hands into yours.

“i forgive you.” you say, smiling sweetly at the man next to you.

he smiled, radiantly.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no problem, now, if you’re done, let me put your dish in the sink and go sit on the couch. i’ll cheer you up.” y/n says, gently removing her hand from kylian’s while getting up.

he listens, making his way to the couch.

kylian’s pov:

‘she’s perfect. she’s the one for me and she just doesn’t know it yet. i don’t care if she’s my personal assistant, i don’t want to be her friend. i want her.’ kylian thinks to himself while sitting on the couch. the only thing making noise is his mind and the water running as y/n clean the dishes.

y/n’s so patient and polite with him. he wants to build a healthy relationship with her.

his mind was making so much noise that he didn’t register that the girl on his mind, was seated next to him. staring at him.

“are you alright, mbappé?”

“hm? yes, yes i’m fine, y/l/n. so, how are you gonna cheer me up?” he responds.

“i’m gonna put on the dress you got for me, for you.”

‘i have got to be the luckiest man on earth.’ he thinks.

he’s rendered speechless. he didn’t know what to say so he just nods.

he watches y/n grab the bag and make her way to the bathroom.

for some reason, he’s nervous.

‘you’re acting like a virgin right now, loosen up.

you bastard, i am not acting like a virgin.

you sure are.

no i’m not. i am kylian mbappé. virgin who-‘ he says arguing with his consciousness.

he sees her walk out the bathroom.

y/n is the most beautiful person kylian has ever set his eyes on.

he sees she’s shy, kinda reserved as she walks towards him with a small smile on her lips.

“so, do you like it?

‘what sort of question is that?’ he wonders.

“do i like it, y/n? i love it. it hugs you in all the right places.”

he sees her blush.

“you’re cute, y/n. behind all that fiesta girl act you put up, you’re a little sweetheart.” he says, trying to get her to blush more.

it works as her smile beams.

he quickly grabs the remote, going on youtube and typing in a song.

he clicks on the video and the song begins, lyrics filling up the room.

‘j’ai pas fait semblant, j’te jure.’

he makes eye contact with her, smirking.

“it’s our song.” y/n says.

“yes, our song. come here, let’s dance. you look gorgeous.” he says, getting up.

they slowly close in on each other, shy giggles being shared. soft touches being placed.

‘partir, venir, mourir, courir.’

kylian has his hands wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n’s arm around kylian’s neck. they weren’t making eye contact, but, they were pressed up against each other. in a tight hug as they swayed to the beat.

‘je te dirai que je t’aime.’

kylian lifts his face from the curve in your neck.

“you smell so good.” he whispers in your ear.

a feeling in your stomach began to tumble in at the breathlessness of his voice.

at that time, nothing mattered to the neither of you. forgetting that kylian’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant.

you look at him.

eyes connecting, like always.

“mhm?” you say, looking back into his eyes.

“oui.”

you two just look into each other’s eyes, then at each other’s lips, before the eyes again. their song playing in the back.

at the same time, you two lean in.

‘tais toi, écoute chérie. j’ai pas le temps.’

your lips meet.

one word to describe it: euphoric.

it was intense, but, soft and short. like the feelings they started growing for each other in such a short time.

they pulled back at once, they’re always connected, in sync with each other.

‘courir, partir, venir, mourir.’

kylian is the first to dive back into the kiss with more passion. y/n reciprocated it back. it’s like craving a sweet caramel candy, knowing you shouldn’t eat it because of cavities.

it feels so right, though.

his hands went lower, lightly gripping your bottom before caressing it.

“wait, kylian.” you say backing up from the kiss.

“is everything ok?” he asks concerned, backing up from you to give you space.

“c'était parfait. (it was perfect.)” you answer.

“but, this isn’t right. i’m your personal assistant, kylian.” you continue.

“so? i don’t care about that, obviously. i know this is a drastic change, but i want there to be an us. i’ve been attracted to you since the day i saw you in the psg office. i really wish we could’ve met under better circumstances, but, i still wanna get to know you. we can move at your pace.” he explains, getting closer to you, placing his hand around your waist again.

y/n thinks about it.

‘écoute chérie, c’est maintenant.’

she looks into the eyes of the boy who’s on her mind, all the time.

“i do have a tiny crush on you, sir. we’ll work this out, right?”

“yes, we will.” kylian says, landing his lips onto y/n’s.

a/n (author’s note):

y’all the clutch for this was insaneee, i was so motivated thanks to the kindness i received from dropping écoute chérie part one. i hopeeee y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to write. it’s not completely revised as of rn so if u see any mistakes, it should be fixed in short time. as the saying goes… it’s calm before the storm. ecouté chérie part three is on the way! thank u for reading <333

#kylian mbappe fic #football #k. mbappe #kylian #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe x you #mbappe imagine #world cup #mbappe x reader #mbappe psg #mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappé #kylian imagines #kylian x reader #football imagine

[ubehalayas-blog]

Kyle w fake s/o that has a crush on him (?) 

The only reason Kyle did this was to get his parents off of his back

They were worried and thinks that Kyle might be gay because for the whole high school Kyle never brought at least one girl back to their house (not that they actually cared though)

Although Kyle was not having it, he wasn’t gay (mhm sure) and thought of just asking for ur favor to fake date him until the summer ends so that his parents would get off his back.

It goes a bit like this:

“Hey– Y/n I have a favor to ask you” “can we.. like– be girlfriend and boyfriend but fake? Like you get what I mean, you read books–” “but if you don’t I mean like we fake date like we do couple things but just for public well for my parents because they’ve been on my back ever since the fucking summer started, they’ve been hinting to me that it’s okay if I came out to them as gay” he rambled on and on, explaining the pickle he was on

“Alright– I get it, Kyle”

“Oh yeah, right sorry” 

You two set like typical house rules for it, 1. No one can know, even best friends. 2. No touching allowed unless it’s consented. (of course my man Ky is a gentleman) 3. No falling in love with each other. 

“Does the last one even matter?” 

“I think–” you lied, (it didn’t matter but somehow most books you read had that rule but ended up falling for one another and you like Kyle so– it must be a spell that should be added right?)

You ended up putting a fake relationship in front of everybody, including your friends and parents.  

Stendy probably invited you to a double date or two, Stan suspects that two of you were pretending to be bf and gf but Kyle debunked his suspicions when he kissed you in front of Stan, you were shocked but kissed back. Let’s just say that the car ride back to your house was awkward, something like:

“We’re here”

“A-ah.. thanks, I.. I enjoyed today” you mumbled, taking off your seatbelt.

He just nodded, never letting his eyes away from the wheels because he was too nervous and embarrassed with what he did. 

He probably took you out on a date or two, on those dates he was given some money from his parents that he used to pay for his and your meals. (let’s js say you don’t have to spend any money when ur with him)

Honestly, Gerald and Sheila was your fan, they loved, adored you so much, they were so thankful that you’re Kyle’s girlfriend. They probably laughed around with you as they told stories about how they were thinking was gay and all, Kyle would probably redden from their embarrassing stories and would shout, “MOM! DAD!” when he thinks they’ve told too much lmao.

At school, he waits for you to finish your classes because he drives you to school and back.

Kyle invites you to study dates in his house but mostly because Sheila always wants to see you, (little did you know Kyle liked seeing you too) sometimes that study date ends with you staying in their house– you insist not to but Sheila and Gerald always find a way for you to stay.

You staying at Kyle’s house always ends up with you sleeping on the bed and Kyle on the floor, Kyle probably thinks that it’s too embarrassing to let you sleep on the floor so he volunteers. But when you said that it’s okay for him to sleep next to you he blushes and rambles on about not wanting to make you uncomfortable and stuff, it took you a while of convincing when he finally slept next to you.

The next day was a pain honestly lmao, his arm was wrapped around you, he basically fell off the bed when he realized he hugged you in his sleep. Maybe a bit like:

Kyle grumbled in his sleep, the sun hit his eyes as he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze landed onto your sleeping body and his arm that was wrapped around your waist, his eyes widened as he gasped, backing away from you as he fell down to the floor. The loud crash made you wake up, you rubbed your eyes as you looked over Kyle who was breathless and rattled, "What's wrong..?" you mumbled, "N-nothing.. I just fell off" He stuttered.

lol Idk, I find it funny when things like that happen.

I can't think of anything anymore honestly, my brain is fried and this is just a worthless attempt to do head canons because I seems to can't write some.

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #sp kyle x reader #sp kyle #i dont like this #headcanons #kyle hcs #i need therapy #i need kyle plushie #i dont trust myself

[dc-marvel-life]

Forgotten

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Diana Prince x reader 

Request: Can I request some carol x reader x diana prince or just some diana prince x reader fluff? I've read 'Works Every Time' and it's really good :) - @starryskiesandboys

Summary: Carol and Diana miss a very important day of the year 

Word Count: ~1.3K

Warnings: Angst with fluff ending 

A/N: Sorry it took so long. I haven’t done angst in a long time, but it was still fun though. If you want to request something please do so!!!

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You were in your shared apartment, eagerly waiting for your girlfriends to return home. They had been on a mission for a week now, and tonight marked the night they'd finally be back with you.

It was the perfect time for their return because today marked your two-year anniversary with them both. While the public knew about your relationship spanning five years, they didn't know anything about you for safety reasons. You had met Carol and Diana on the day they saved you from a building collapse. Impressed, they asked you out for coffee.

Initially, it was innocent, and you were just friends with one of the most powerful superhero couples. After a few months of hanging out, feelings developed for both of them. You hesitated due to their obvious love for each other, but one drunk night at their place, you confessed your feelings. To your delight, they admitted having feelings for you since they first laid eyes on you, hesitant to mention it. Polyamory wasn't a problem for you, and that's how your relationship with Carol and Diana began, leading you to the present two years later.

Unable to go out to celebrate, you decorated the apartment with balloons, rose petals, and a candle-lit dinner with soft music playing in the background. Your aim was to express the love you felt for the two women over the years.

As you kept checking your phone for the time, it got late. This was normal for missions, but they had texted you hours ago about returning tonight. You reassured yourself with the thought that maybe they were still helping someone.

Turning to your phone to pass the time, a news article caught your attention. The headline read, 'Captain Marvel and Wonder Woman’s new girlfriend!?!'. Expecting it to be about you, you opened it, only to find pictures of Carol and Diana at a bar with Valkyrie, hands all over each other. The time stamp indicated it was taken tonight.

Heartbroken, you tossed your phone on the couch and cried for five minutes. Remembering your mom's advice, you decided it was time to take action. After finishing your cry, you blew out the candles, popped the balloons, discarded the rose petals, and put away the food. Now, you waited for your girlfriends to return home, despite your upset feelings.

A couple of hours later, you heard them outside, trying to open the door.

“SSSHHHH, we have to be quiet so we don’t wake her up. I would hate to wake her up this late,” Diana said through the door to Carol, who was attempting to open it.

“I know, but I hope she's up because I want to cuddle her so bad right now,” Carol said.

You sighed and paused your show as the door opened.

“Oh my gosh, sweetheart, you're awake!” Carol exclaimed drunkenly, rushing over to hug you. However, you didn't reciprocate the hug. She still cuddled you.

“Hey there, sorry we're home so late,” Diana stumbled over, attempting to kiss you. Unresponsive, you moved your head, causing her to kiss your cheek. Diana gave you a questioning look as you stood up, leaving Carol to fall onto the couch.

“I made dinner; let me go and heat it for you guys,” you said, walking into the kitchen to prepare a plate for them. After they finished eating, you cleaned their plates and got them ready for bed.

“Come on, guys, it's time for bed,” you announced, helping them change into sleepwear and tucking them into bed. After a few minutes, you heard them snoring.

Quietly returning to the room, you grabbed your to-go bag and, with a last glance at your sleeping girlfriends, left the apartment.

A few blocks away, you reached a safe place to spend the night. Despite the late hour, walking alone didn't worry you, knowing how to handle yourself in a fight, a skill Carol and Diana had made sure you acquired early in your relationship.

A couple of minutes later, you arrived at the apartment of your friends and knocked on their door. Dinah answered, and upon seeing your tearful eyes, invited you in.

“Hey sweetie, what are you doing here this late?” Dinah asked, concern evident.

“Come inside, sweetie, and we'll talk,” Dinah offered, leading you into the apartment where your friends Natasha and Wanda were present. After explaining the night's events, Dinah assured you that you could stay as long as needed.

The next morning, Carol and Diana woke up to each other but not to you. Calling out your name brought no response. Confused and concerned, they called you, but it went to voicemail. A knock on the door brought Monica, who informed them about the events of the previous night, showing them pictures of their night out.

“No, no, no, this can't be happening,” Diana checked her calendar, realizing they had missed the anniversary.

“I feel like shit now,” Carol admitted. Monica warned them not to go to the compound for a couple of days and left.

Distraught, Carol and Diana started to clean and decorate the apartment with gifts they had bought over the past few months for your anniversary. They showered and changed into your clothes while awaiting your return.

That was the thing about your relationship; you all couldn’t be long without each other’s clothes or scent. When they go on a long mission, they ask you to wear multiple of their clothes and to take some of your clothes. They will do the same for you. 

At Dinah’s place, without their clothes or scent, you couldn't sleep. Deciding to return, you walked back to your apartment. Opening the door, you found it decorated even more lavishly than you had arranged. Your girlfriends were asleep on the couch, wearing your hoodies. You smile at the two and give them both kisses on their foreheads. That was enough to stir them awake.

“You are home!!!” Carol exclaimed with an uncertain smile.

“Yeah, I had to come back because I couldn't sleep. I didn't pack any of your guys’ clothes in my to-go bag, so here I am,” you said, observing the gifts and feeling a mix of emotions.

“It is nice in here. It almost looks like last night before I tore it all down,” you noted. Seeing the pile of gifts, you sighed, “You didn't need to get me all those gifts to say sorry.”

“No, my dear, we bought all of those gifts for you over the past couple of months for our two-year anniversary. If you want proof, then we can show you the receipt,” Diana explained.

"We have been planning for this anniversary for a long time now. Sweetheart, we know that we messed up big time, and we will be making it up to you every day for the rest of our lives. This will never happen again, and that is something we can promise you. We love you and want you in our lives forever,” Carol says, nodding in agreement.

"I am not going to lie and say that I wasn’t hurt by your guys’ actions, and that will take time to heal fully with a lot of work. The thing is, I love you guys so much too. It was just a tough week at work, I did not see you guys, and the new article just sent me over the edge. I am sorry that I just ran away from the problem and did not talk about it. Can you guys forgive me?” you say with tears in your eyes.

"You have nothing to say sorry about, dear. It was mainly our fault. We will all do better next time,” Diana says.

"There will be no next time,” Carol says, and you all laugh. You guys come in for a group hug and kisses. The rest of the night, you express gratitude for the thoughtfulness of the anniversary preparations, cuddle, and watch movies.

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Hope you enjoy!!! Please request if you have any other ideas.

#marvel #marvel comics #dc comics #marvel mcu #dc #avengers #natasha romanoff #black widow #black canary #monica rambeau #carol danvers x diana prince #captain marvel x wonder woman #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x female reader #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel #diana prince imagine #diana of themiscyra #diana prince x reader #diana prince #diana of themyscira #wonder woman #wonder woman x reader #wonder woman imagine #polyamory #angst with a happy ending

[baronessblixen]

The Best Christmas Yet

Prompts: Eight Nights of Mulder, day 7: latkes / potatoes X-Mas Files Challenge: best Christmas ever

Summary: Post "HTGSC": Mulder is reluctant to join Scully at her mother's for Christmas for many reasons - until he realizes that everyone is happy he's there. (fluff, wc: 1,320)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

If he's honest - and he can be in the safety of the dawning morning and its protecting darkness - he has to admit that he doesn't want to wake Scully. She's the cutest thing he's ever seen. Another thing he couldn't admit in the light of day.

Her hand is tucked under her cheek and she looks as if she was listening attentively before she fell asleep. Her feet are tucked into his side and he never thought he'd appreciate being kicked awake. With Scully, everything is different.

He couldn't have asked for more than this. Luring her to a haunted house, disguising his desire to spend time with her over the holidays behind a romantic ghost story, was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

When they got out of there and she drove off, he didn't blame her one bit. He blamed himself, though. Then she showed up here at his apartment. The book she got him is a nice touch. Having her here sleeping on his couch, however, is the real gift.

As much as he relishes the sight, he knows he can't let her sleep. She's due at her family soon, and he's not going to get in the way of that.

"Scully," he whispers, gently tracing his finger against her cheek. Her skin is rosy and feels warm against his own. Butterflies take flight in his stomach as he watches her nose scrunch before she blinks her eyes open.

"Did I fall asleep?" she mumbles. "What time is it?"

"Early something. I didn't want you to miss Christmas with your family." She groans and stretches, her sweater riding up and revealing milky white skin. He's trying not to stare and knows he's failing.

"I need to get going." She uses Mulder's shoulder to heave herself up from the couch, leaving him in a cloud of her scent. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon, intoxicating him.

"Are you- have you thought about it?" Before she fell asleep, she asked him to accompany her to her mother's. Like every year. And like every year he said he'd think about it, knowing well he's going to decline. That was before he woke up to a sleepy, adorable Scully on his couch, whose face is so disarming that he's no longer sure what he should do.

"It would make my mom happy," she says. "It would make me even happier," she adds quietly. He can't say no. Not when she looks like she does. Or when she looks at him like this.

"How about," he begins and he sees her face fall. "I drive you to your mother's and then when you and her still want me there-"

"Mulder," she cuts him off, exasperation in her voice that he decides to ignore.

"Then I might stay an hour or two. What do you say?"

She observes him for a long, languid moment before she says, "let's go."

The roads are empty and they get to her mother's easily. And way too quickly for Mulder to have made up his mind. He parks the car and Scully throws him a smile, sweetly asking him to help her with the gifts. There's no way he can deny her.

They make their way to Mrs. Scully's house, their arms full with gifts. He's carrying a few more so that she can ring the doorbell. He hears a happy "Fox!" and mumbles a hello as he's ushered inside.

"Put the gifts over there." Maggie Scully pushes him into what he presumes is the living room. Once he's put down the boxes, he finds himself looking at a brightly smiling Mrs. Scully. Mulder has never seen her this delighted.

"I'm so happy you've finally decided to join us for Christmas, Fox." She engulfs him in a hug so tight that he's afraid he won't be able to catch another breath. A typical Scully hug. But usually, he receives them from her daughter and after he's almost died. He prefers it like this.

"I told you," Scully says smugly once her mother lets go of him.

"I had a feeling," she says, taking his hand into hers and pulling him toward the kitchen where various pans and pots are filled with pleasantly smelling delicacies. His stomach grumbles. Neither he nor Scully have eaten in a while.

"Dana said you're half Jewish," Mrs. Scully explains. "And I asked around, wanting to make something that would show you how much we appreciate you, Fox." With every word she says, the noose around his heart tightens. "I made latkes. Now, this is the first time I made them, but I had my neighbor try one and he said if you don't show up, he'll eat every single one of them. Do you like latkes, Fox? Oh, I hope you do." The knot in his throat prevents him from speaking, so he just throws his arms around Mrs. Scully, hoping she understands what this means to him.

"He loves everything that's made from potatoes," Scully says to her mother, and both women smile at him. A feeling of warmth spreads in his stomach. It feels very much like love.

"First things first," Mrs. Scully says, clapping her hands. "We have several little children - and a few adults - who want to open their presents. Come on you two."

In the next few hours, Mulder experiences a Christmas like he never has before. People he's never met treat him like he's part of the family. When Bill Jr. shows up, he grumbles exactly three times and then his expression softens. He pats Mulder on the back, lets him hold baby Matthew, and if he's heard right, gives him his blessing. For what, Mulder can only guess.

Scully remains by his side like a shadow. She falls asleep on him once while they're waiting for dinner. When she wakes up, and he moves a strand of hair off her forehead, her smile is like the first breaths of spring after an ice-cold winter. It takes his breath away.

She brushes his cheek with a finger, wiping away an invisible piece of lint, and her touch lingers. He still feels it when he stuffs himself with latkes, unable to stop himself. He thanks Mrs. Scully profusely in between bites, making her grin from ear to ear.

"Leave some for the rest of us," someone says to the amusement of everyone. He holds his breath while Bill Jr. tries one and only lets go of it once he announces that he likes it. There's laughter and joy, happiness and love. To Mulder, it feels surreal, like a dream. He barely dares to blink, afraid that if he does, he'll wake up in his cold, dark apartment, all alone.

"You look like a deer caught in the headlights." Scully is leaning against him and has her face tipped up. She's smaller than either of them is used to without her heels.

"Not to be pathetic," Mulder says, "but this might be the best Christmas I've ever had."

"Does that mean I won't have to talk you into this next year?" When she laughs, he feels it vibrate through his own body. Her eyes are sparkling and he's sure it's from the mulled wine they've had. He feels the effect of the alcohol, too, and can't stop glancing at her berry-red lips that are so deliciously inviting.

"You're going to get sick of me."

"Hmm, not gonna happen." She wobbles and he puts his hands on her waist to steady her. "I like having you here."

"I like being here."

"Then it's settled," she says, sighing. She turns in his arms, looking up at him. Should he dare? Should he try and make this night perfect?

"I wish there were mistletoe here," he whispers.

"Just pretend there is." Their mouths meet in the middle and Mulder thinks he hears music and cheering while he kisses her, his tongue tangling with hers.

#ficmas2023 #work is making it harder to write i wanna cry #but fluff! #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[cavinginhisfvce]

'IT'LL ALL WORK OUT'

Disclaimer: I'm honestly not a fan of Susan, but I thought this fic idea was cute!

Paring: Harringrove.

When Neil married Susan, he was against Susan adopting Billy, claiming the boy's real mother couldn't bother to be tasked with raising him, so no one should ever burden themselves with such a thing.

Susan, surprisingly, was firm in wanting to pick up the slack Billy's mother left in her wake, eventually Neil relented, and the adoption process was underway.

It's been four years, and a move to Hawkins, Indiana since Billy legally became Susan's child, something Max was displeased with initially, quickly became a comfort to her when she discovered what Neil did to his son. It had shaken her to her core, and when she relayed the information to her mother, the woman simply pulled her into a hug and murmured, "I know, baby. It'll all work out."

Max didn't know what that meant, or if she should trust her mom. But, she silently nodded, she had no real options here. She had to wait for the future. 

The future as it turns out, was just three months later; Neil had laid into Billy with more fervor than usual, and when Susan made to step in, her husband struck her. 

It hadn't detoured the red-haired woman, she continued her self-appointed task of checking on Billy, who was staring up at her with a look she's never seen on his face, a look no seventeen should ever wear. 

She gave him a small, comforting smile, just as Neil got a fist full of otherwise pristine hair; his freehand raising to strike once more.

The action worked quickly in pulling Billy from his Susan induced trance with a start, his body moving faster than his brain as he lunged at his father, swiftly knocking the man to the ground.

For years, Neil's abuse had only ever been turned towards his son, and in truth he was grateful; because Billy doesn't know what he would do if it was ever Max on the receiving end. She was a child, she was his shitty little sister. Max, who brought him the stupidest (best) hoodies he owns, the fabric softer than any he had previously. Max, who despite hating Billy in the beginning, now comes to his room when she has a nightmare or generally needs comforting from someone other than her mother. She's the only person to hug him since the day his mom took off. 

His sister who despite everything, tries so hard to show Billy someone loves him. She loves him.

Susan had tried to comfort him, but Billy always brushed her off. She never seemed to take it personally for some reason. Maybe because she knew he was afraid of what would happen if Neil even suspected Billy felt safe in their home.

The knowledge that Neil could hurt Susan was always present in Billy's mind, but he often wrote off his concern with a scoff. She knew what she married, she knew what he was like. It was her problem, not his.

However, seeing Neil actually hit Susan had set something off in Billy, because while she may have never defended or stood up for him as she had today; she still made sure he was properly tended to after encounters with his father.

If Neil sent him to bed sans dinner, locking him in his bedroom for however long, she would have Max sneak him a sandwich, Max was always more than happy to take said food. 

The times when Neil kicked Billy out intent on making the boy sleep in his car, Susan always snuck a bag of snacks, blankets, and whatever else, into the bushes by their house for him to grab. Despite always going to Steve's and sleeping in the boy's guestroom on those nights, it still showed she was trying.

If Billy was bed ridden after his father caved his chest in, a few too many times, she would come into his room, soothe his pain with hushed words and gentle touches. Billy was usually too tired and in too much pain to reject her warm hands and kind fingers working through his curls after she'd patched him up.

Seeing Susan cradle her cheek, seeing Max sob at the display, finally gave Billy the nerve to stand up to Neil.

He doesn't really remember much after straddling his father, his fists flying rapidly, their intended destination Neil's face, but he does remember Susan scrambling to call 911. Remembers her soft words of assurance that Neil was down.

He remembers Max's look of relief as their eyes met.

He still feels the phantom hold as Susan tugs him from his place over his dad's limp frame. Can vaguely recall the frightening seconds he thought he killed his father before the man was gasping awake, his eyes widened with fear as they landed on Billy. He was actually afraid of Billy. 

Everything beyond that was a blur, Billy doesn't really know what was said, or done. He just knows Neil was in police custody, something that would've left Billy parentless, if not for Susan having adopted him all those years ago.

Especially since his own mother had taken off when he was barely five, and relinquished her rights as a parent in the same breath she'd divorced his father. 

He always wondered why he wasn't enough. For his mother or Neil.

When Hopper came by to ask if they wanted to press charges, both Billy and Susan agreed easily. It was the most gratifying decision Billy has ever made in regards to his father and the abuse he's endured at his hands for years.

Billy and Steve started officially seeing each other a few weeks after Neil's trial ended. Hopper saw to it that his father was hit with the max sentence for child abuse, and domestic violence. Both Max and Billy would be well into adulthood when Neil gets released, something that made the decision to be with Steve all that sweeter.

He hadn't wanted to come out to Susan, the lingering fear that she would object to her newly seventeen year old son being with a guy was too prevalent. 

Though, technically, he didn't come out to her, she came to him one morning with her hand on her hip and a warm smile on her lips demanding he "bring his 'Pretty Boy' to dinner."

Billy wanted to be upset that she'd found out, but he was far too humiliated that it was his own fault she'd figured it out. Apparently calling Steve 'Pretty Boy' like it was going out of style, was a dead giveaway for the woman.

Much to Billy and Max's (dis)pleasure, Susan and Steve got along easily.

On Billy's eighteenth birthday, Max had barged into his bedroom, shrieking in horror when she was met with an eyeful of her brother and Steve in a slight state of undress, Billy had thrown a pillow in her direction, his voice rough with embarrassment as he shouted, 

"Mom, tell Maxine to fucking knock!" 

Both siblings froze at that, Max had a wide smile on her face, while Billy looked slightly mortified, his words echoing in his ears.

The look morphed into one of pain when Susan slipped into his room, her smile rivaling Max's with how big it was, "That's the first time you've ever called me mom…"

Billy swallowed thickly and nodded his head, though he refused to make eye contact with the woman, even when she was throwing her arms around his bare shoulders in an iron grip hug, "okay, okay, I get it! Can we maybe talk about this shit later, you know, when I'm not trying to get laid on my birthday?" 

Billy wasn't actually going to have sex with Steve with both Max and Susan home, but their presence in the house definitely wasn't going to prevent Steve from watching Billy fall apart beneath him, especially not if the brunet had any say in the matter.

This had Susan reaching out to lightly slap his shoulder, a faux look of exasperation on her features,"maybe next time you or Pretty Boy over there will remember to lock the door, hm?"

With one last smile at Billy, accompanied by a wink, she then ushered Max out the room, Steve almost immediately leaping up to lock the door behind them; his face beet red when their eyes finally met.

"I'm fuckin' moving out." His tone was embarrassed, but there was no heat behind, no real threat to his words. 

He wouldn't leave his sister and his mother for any reason short of them wanting him gone.

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[youre-a-total--poser]

Lost At The Park

Warnings: Annoying small child, Steve Age: 15 Word Count: 2,487 Requests: Closed Summary: You accidentally lost your little sister at the park Requested by: No one this was all me Date: 08/06/2023 A/N: I'm going to get all the Marvel requests finished first then I will start on the Once Upon a Time ones.

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"Y/N, get up now." Your mom shouted and banged on your bedroom door.

It was 2 pm on a Saturday, why was she waking you up this early in the day?

"You promised your sister you would take her to the park today." She shouted. "If you don't get up in the next 5 minutes you're going to be in big trouble young lady."

After exactly 4 and a half minutes of laying in bed, you finally managed to get up.

You walked slowly out of your room stumbling down the hallway with droopy eyes and a limp posture down to the kitchen. You were pretty much looking like a zombie but at least you know that if a zombie apocalypse did ever happen you would be prepared on how to fake being one.

As you walked into the kitchen Tony was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Oh look it finally came out of its cave. It's very nice of you to join us Y/N." Tony said then he took a sip of his coffee.

You covered your face with your hands and let out a low groan.

"Finally you're awake." Your mom said from behind you.

"I'm too tired." You said wiping your eyes.

"Well maybe if you didn't stay up to 6 am talking to your girlfriend then you wouldn't be so tired. Don't lie to me and say that you didn't because I heard you."

Your face instantly turned a shade of red you can't exactly remember what you and your girlfriend were talking about last night but it was probably not appropriate. Definitely not someone that a parent should hear.

Natasha saw that you were getting embarrassed and changed the subject. "Anyway go have a shower and get dressed Kira has been waiting all morning for you."

Kira is your half-sister. Five years ago your mom made the biggest mistake of her life. She got so drunk at one of Tony's parties and for whatever reason, made her decide to have a one-night stand with Steve which resulted in her getting pregnant and your life being completely ruined now that you won’t be the only and favourite child anymore.

Thankfully even though she decided to keep the baby she didn't want things to go any further with Steve. He accepted her wishes and after a while, he finally got over her and moved on which you were so grateful for she could do so much better.

You let out a loud sigh "Okay fine." then left the kitchen to go shower.

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After you had finished your shower you got yourself dried then dressed then you began to make your way back downstairs

You walked into the living room and stood leaning again the door frame watching your mom finish helping Kira with her shoes and put her coat on.

"Finally you're ready I've been waiting so long for you." You said walking over to them.

"No, I wait on you," Kira whined.

"Y/N don't wind up your sister." Natasha sighed.

She took Kira's hand and took her to the front door and you followed them.

"Remember Y/N home at 5, hold her hand the whole way there and back, keep your eyes on her at all times, don't let her talk to strangers, don't..." Natasha would have gone on and on if you didn't interrupt her.

"Yes.” You sighed “I know you tell me this every time.”

You took Kira's hand and walked out of the door to go to the park.

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You were watching Kira run around the playground and you were bored out of your mind. Every time you took your phone out to keep yourself entertained Kira would start complaining that you weren't watching her. Now you know how your mom feels every time She took you and then Kira to the park.

Kira ran over to the swings and you knew that she was going to call you over to push her.

"Y/N, help." She shouted.

You walked over to her and started pushing her but you weren't pushing her hard enough and she started complaining that she wanted to go higher but you knew fine well that if you made her go any higher she would start crying that it was too high and she was scared you couldn't win with this kid nothing that you did was good enough.

"We have to go home now Kira is nearly 5 and I'm cold." You told her.

"One more thing." She said then she ran off.

You went to follow her but you got a text and you had to check it first in case it was your mom it wasn't from your mom but you decided to reply to it anyway.

"Right Kira time to go." You said looking up from your phone in the direction where you thought she was but she wasn't there.

You continued to call her name and look for her in all the places she would be hiding but you couldn't find her. You knew that she had to be close by since she was too scared to run away.

"Kira this is not funny anymore please come out." You shouted but there was still no response or sign of her.

You looked around the park and noticed that it was surrounded by a forest. If Kira wandered off into the woods, you wouldn't be able to find her on your own. You knew you had to do the one thing you were dreading - call your mom.

After a few rings, your mom picked up. "I was just about to call you, Y/N. You were supposed to be home 10 minutes ago. Where are you?" she asked.

"Still at the park, but..." you trailed off.

"But what, Y/N?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

You took a deep breath. It was definitely better to come right out and tell her the truth. "I took my eyes off Kira for a second, and she's gone. I can't find her. I'm so sorry, Mama. It was an accident. Please believe me."

"Just come home, Y/N," she said surprisingly calmly, which made you even more scared.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I lost Kira. Why aren't you yelling at me and rushing here to help find her?" you asked, your voice shaking with fear.

You heard a voice in the background but you weren't able to make out who it was or what they said then your phone suddenly started beeping. You pulled your phone away from your ear and saw that your mom had hung up on you.

You put your phone back in your pocket and started walking back home since there was nothing else that you could do.

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You walked into the house, your heart beating out of your chest. You could barely breathe, and your hands were shaking. You knew that your mom was going to be so angry with you, and you felt like you deserved it. You had one job and you failed. You had let your mom down

"Mama?" you said very quietly.

You walked into the living room, your mom and Steve were sitting on the couch and the last person you expected to see was sitting on the floor playing with toys... Kira.

Kira looked up at you and a big smirk appeared on her face. "You're in trouble,"  she said teasingly.

"I don't understand. How did she get here?" you said feeling confused.

"I spotted her leaving the park on her own while you were looking at your phone," Steve said in a disappointed tone

"How could you be so irresponsible Y/N? She's just a little girl anything could have happened to her." Natasha said raising her voice

You looked down at the ground, feeling ashamed and disappointed in yourself.

"Well, do you have something to say for yourself, young lady?" Natasha asked.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled tears starting to fill in your eyes.

"Get to your room right now Y/N," Natasha said

"But.. I..." You started to say

"Y/N i said now" she said angrily.

You managed to stop the tears from falling as you left the living room but as you got halfway up the stairs you couldn't stop them any longer and they started falling down your face.

You hurried the rest of the way to your room. You were planning on slamming your bedroom door but you didn't want anyone to see you like this so you closed it very quietly.

You lay down on your bed and started sobbing into your pillow.

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A few hours passed, and you were still lying on the bed on your stomach with your face buried in the pillows when you heard the door open and someone walked into your room you instantly know it was Kira since everyone else knocks and waited

"Go away Kira," you said trying to hide the fact you were crying

"No, you bad you lost me so I get to stay here." She said making herself comfortable on your bed.

"I said get out." You shouted.

Then suddenly out of nowhere, she threw herself back onto your bed. She sat back up and started 'crying' "why did you push me?"

At that point, you were just ignoring her.

She carefully climbed off your bed "I tell Mama you hit me." She said making her way towards the door.

"I don't care Kira just close the door when you leave." You said then she left leaving the door wide open.

Not long after your mom walked into your room but you didn't notice since you had your back to the door.

"Are you ready to talk now Y/N?" Natasha asked.

You just shrugged your shoulders.

"She's lying I didn't touch her." You mumbled.

"Im talking about what happened at the park Y/N"  

You sat up and turned to face your mom. "Why it's not like you're going to believe me anyway."

"Just tell me."  Natasha sighed sitting down on your bed.

"The park that we went to had a fence around the play area and the bolt on the gate was all rusted I even struggled to unlock it and the gate was squeaky so there would have been no way that Kira would have been able to open it or leave without me noticing."

Natasha looked at you confused. "That's not what Steve told me. He said that she was wandering around alone."

You turned your body away from her "I knew you wouldn't believe me." You said quietly closing your eyes tightly to prevent yourself from crying again.

Natasha placed her hands on your shoulders and turned you so you were facing her again then she gently cupped your face. "I believe you," Natasha reassured you. She pulled you into a tight hug "I believe you, Y/N." She whispered.

You nodded, feeling relieved that your mom was on your side.

"I'm going to go have a word with your sister then Steve," Natasha said as he pulled herself out of the hug. She then placed a kiss on your forehead then left your room.

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Natasha walked into Kira's room and saw that Kira was sitting at her desk with her back to the door.

"What are you doing, baby?" Natasha asked as she walked closer to her.

"Drawing, Mama," Kira said, holding up her half-completed picture.

"That's wonderful, baby," Natasha said, smiling as she looked at the picture. Kira put the paper back on the desk and continued drawing.

"Baby, can you tell Mama what happened at the park today?" Natasha asked.

"I played on the swings and slide and climbed," Kira said, eager to tell her mom everything she did at the park. But she was interrupted when Natasha asked, "Can you tell me what happened when your dad got there?"

Kira nodded. "He lifted me over fence and we got ice cream."

"Did he tell Y/N that you both were leaving?" Natasha asked.

"No, he said to keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone," Kira replied.

"Unbelievable," Natasha said under her breath. "Stay here Kira, I'm going to have a talk with your father." She then stood up and left the room.

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While Natasha was talking to Kira you decided to have a little word with Steve.

Steve was still in the living room sitting on the sofa watching the news.

You walk into the living room and stand in front of the tv blocking his view. "Why did you lie to my mom?" You asked crossing your arms

"I don't even know what you're talking about Y/N." He said while moving to the other side of the couch so he could see the tv again.

You picked up the tv remote and turned off the tv. "You told her that Kira was wandering around on your own.

"Because she was."

"Bullshit," You said a little louder than expected.

"Y/N," A voice said. You looked to your right and it was your mom. "That's enough."

"But Mama..."

"Go to your room Y/N," Natasha said in a firm tone.

You were going to say something but your mom had that scary look on her face so you left the room and went to your room.

As time went on you were sitting on your bed trying to distract yourself with a book but you just couldn't concentrate on it because of all the yelling that was happening between your mom and Steve.

Your bedroom door opened and Kira walked in. Tears were streaming down her face.

You moved over and patted the empty space on your bed inviting her to come sit with you. Once she got comfortable you put a blanket over both of you and put your arm around her.

"Do you want to watch something on my phone?" You asked.

She just nodded. You picked up your phone and put on Bluey on youtube for her. You ended up watching it too and you were definitely enjoying it a lot more than she was.

You and Kira got through nearly 5 episodes before your mom came to check on you.

"Is everything okay?" You asked her as she sat down on your bed next to Kira.

"It is now baby," Natasha replied smiling at you.

The three of you ended up counting watching episodes of Bluey till you all fell asleep.

You never did find out what really happened between your mom and Steve that night and unfortunately, you never will.

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[lyn-js]

Home Sweet Home | Chapter 9. Call you mine

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting, smut 18+

After you told Rhett about everything that had happened with Gabe, you felt like you could breathe again. You could finally sleep in your bed, with Rhett and Ollie without having a gruesome nightmare about him. Being able to love again, and letting someone finally love you back. And you were so happy it could be Rhett.

You felt so at peace with yourself, never wanting this amazing feeling to end. Being able to wake up next to Rhett, seeing him give a dopey smile as he always looks at you. Seeing him give Ollie so much love, care, and affection whenever they are around each other. Your heart was about to explode with love and happiness with how much he cared about you.

Sometimes you and Rhett would sleep over at each other houses, he would come over to your house, and you would come over to his. So you decided you and Ollie would sleep over at the Abbotts tonight. But first, you both were going to the fair to see Rhett and his bull ride. You both got dressed but you wanted to surprise Rhett with what Ollie was wearing tonight. 

You two were on the phone earlier and you asked what he was wearing tonight. Of course, you wanted to match the colors he was wearing but when Ollie found out you all were going to see Rhett. You watched your baby find a little sparkle in his eye, and he was bouncing up and down so excited to see his new best friend tonight. Your heart melted once again when he asked you “I match Rhetty momma?” you would deny that boy anything in the whole wide world. So both of you got dressed in your matching outfits and off you, Ollie, your mom, and dad to the fair.

When you all arrive you see Rhett standing in the parking lot next to his truck, where there was luckily an open space, so you park next to him and you can hear Ollie in the back being able to see his Rhetty. So when you go into the space, you put the car in park and unlock the doors so Rhett can get Ollie out of his car seat.

When he opens the door you turn around in your seat to get his reaction. Hey Bubba, what are you-” he stops speaking when he finally gets a good look when Ollie’s out of his seat. Ollie leaps into Rhett’s arms and wraps his little arms around his neck. “I match wif you Rhetty!” wiggling in Rhett’s arms still excited to be near him. You finally get out of the front seat walk over to him drape your arms around his shoulders and give him a quick peck on the cheek. When you are both looking at each other, you see him giving you a smirk.

“What are ya looking at me like that for cowboy?” you ask him knowing already what he was going to say. “Have I said I love you yet Sunny-girl?” he asks moving closer to your face. “I would say maybe… Ten times today.” you both let out a chuckle. “And I’m not gonna stop sayin’ it for a long time baby.” he kisses you on the lips, but that is broken up by Ollie giggling and breaking you two up. “Where did you find this little piece,” he asked while tickling your baby in the belly. “Well, I do remember him saying he wanted to dress like Rhetty. He was begging on his little hands and knees. And you know I can’t resist that face.” You say in a pleading voice. Rhett looks back over at Ollie again, “Is that right little man?” Your baby nods quickly and is still giggling. “Also because he’s a mini version of you baby. I would resist either of you.” Giving Ollie a little kiss on the cheek and giving you a kiss on the lips. You can hear the announcer call up the next rider, and realizes Rhett was going to be up next. So he walks both of you over to the stands and hands Ollie back to you. He starts to fuss a little bit but Rhett tells him he will see him after his ride, ollie just nods and puts his face back into your neck. You wish him luck and go up to the stands with the rest of your family. 

Once again Rhett won, and he beat his record again. Everyone in the stands was cheering and celebrating his amazing win. Everybody was now exiting about the stands, all heading home. You tell your mom and dad that you’ll be staying at Rhett’s and will be home tomorrow. So they say goodbye to you and Ollie, and you see them make their way out. Next, you go and walk up to Cecila and Royal telling them you were going to meet them at their house. They also say goodbye and make their way out, now you have to go find your winning cowboy.

You were trying not to get mixed up and lost, so you waited in the stands until you could get a clear walkway to go and see Rhett. When the fair has died down a little you make your way down and follow the path to Rhett’s trailer. But for some odd reason something didn’t sit right with you. Something didn’t feel right. You turn around to see if anything was behind you. But nothing was there. Just some people closing up different booths and others making their way to their cars. You turn back around and pick up your speed trying to get away and to Rhett as fast as possible. 

“Hey Sunny-girl? Why are ya runnin’ from me.” You stop dead in your tracks. Your body can’t move. You pulverized with fear. “This is a dream. You’re going to wake up and everything is going to be fine,” you thought to yourself. But, you slowly turn around and see your horrifying past staring right in front of you. You want to forget so hard, you were finally starting to be happy again. You had peace, comfort, and protection from the people you love. You had Rhett in your life. But apparently, none of that mattered right now. You can start to feel Ollie gripping tighter to you, balling your t-shirt into his tiny little fists. You can also see him wobble his lip and see tears coming out of his eyes. “So this is what I find when I come here. You whoring yourself around, not being a good mother to your son,” he spits.

You start to back away but Gabe keeps moving forward to you. “W-what are you doing here G-gabe?” you ask him in a cowering voice. “I came to take back what's mine, pretty girl. You and that little bastard too.” He points over to Ollie. You pull him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you piece of shit!.” you keep moving backward until your back hits a trailer. “Oh no, Your both going with me, and you are never going to see your precious Rhetty again. Ya hear me?” 

Just as he was about to stand in your space see someone push him back away from you. “You can stay the fuck away from her!” You can see it was Rhett backing Gabe away from you. “Oh, so you're the guys that she’s been sleeping around with. Tell me, man, how long did it take for her to open her legs for you-” He was cut off by Rhett sucker punching him square in the face. You see him fall on his ass, clutching onto his nose, you can see the blood seeping through his hands and falling onto his shirt. Rhett kneels to Gabe's level and speaks to him.

Rhett clenches his fists into his shirt trying to make sure he had Gabe's full attention. A few seconds later we can see Joy walking over to us. “Is there a problem overhear?” You nod quickly and she moves over toward you trying to solve this problem. Rhett moves to stand over to Gabe and makes sure he doesn’t move to go anywhere. “He’s my ex, I have a restraining order against him… he just showed up out of the blue. Just… Just please don’t let him get near us. Please, Joy.” You try your hardest not to let the tears come out. You didn’t want Ollie or Rhett to see you like this, being the coward you once were when you were with Gabe. You were stronger now without him, you just want him out of your life for good.

“If you ever come near her, ever again. You’re gonna be put in the fuckin’ ground. Ya hear me, buddy?” He just nods and Rhett gets up from the ground and walks over to you and a crying Ollie. He makes sure you both are okay, and all three of you start to walk away from Gabe being put in handcuffs by Joy.

When you both are walking away and to each other's cars you can hear Ollie whimpering and see tears spilling down his face. You try your best to wipe them away and soothe him. But he keeps wanting to be held by Rhett, so you cave in and hand him over to him.

So when you get to your car you try and get Ollie into his seat but he’s not having it, he yells for Rhett but we keep telling him we're going to see him at his house. That just sends your baby into more of a fit. You see Rhett take Ollie again, and try to soothe him. “Hey, hey little man. How about I go with you and momma? Whaddya think,” he gives a little nod and gives little hiccups. “Rhett I don’t want you leaving your truck out here.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll have one of my buddies bring it to the house tomorrow. I just want to get you and the little man home. Okay?” You knew for a fact that you weren't gonna with this argument so you just gave him a quiet “yes” and in return, gave you a quick peck on the kiss. Rhett opened your door and made sure you were buckled in before closing it, and he made sure he had everything from his truck and got into your car to head home.

As Rhett’s driving down the road, you stare out the window just thinking how you were lucky. Lucky to be alive. Safe. happy. You were back home with your family who loved you so much. You had friends you missed throughout the years. You finally had Rhett, he made sure you and Ollie were loved. Every time he looked at you, it looked like you and Ollie hung the moon and stars for him. And that goes for the same for you. But you always have a gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach, you never wanted Rhett to get involved with your fucked up life. But you were already in so deep, and you felt so much freedom, and protection from him, you would never want to walk away. You snap back into reality when Rhett releases his hand from your thigh grabs your hand, and kisses your knuckles. “He looks over at you and gives you a small smile. “Where here baby?” You see Rhett open his door, run over to your side, and open yours. Then, he grabs Ollie from his seat and the go-bag you packed for the night, and walks up the house to call this day a night.

You and Rhett both wake up to the sound of a blood-curdling scream coming from the other side of the room. You wake up out of your daze to see Ollie still lying down in his little bed that Rhett got for him a couple of weeks ago, he’s tossing and turning while still crying. You can see that his eyes are still closed, so he must be having a bad dream. So when you try to go and get up to get your son, you feel a weight on your stomach. You look over and see Rhett already getting up to go get him.

“I’ll bring him over here baby. Go back to sleep.” “You need as much sleep as me, Rhett. We have a big day tomorrow, nudging your head over to Ollie and pointing to the door.

What you found out a couple of weeks ago. Ollie and Amy had the same birthday month, and they were born 3 days apart. So, you decided with the approval of Perry, and of course, the birthday girl if she wanted to have a big birthday party for her and Ollie. The only response you got from Amy was her jumping up and down with excitement, and screaming at the top of her lungs. That got everyone waking up because you asked her during breakfast. So you would assume she was saying yes. So tomorrow while the boys were out gathering some of the horses, you were going to plan the party with Cecilia and your mom. And you wanted this to be a special party, not only for Amy because she only had some people to celebrate with her, but for Ollie as well. This would be the first party for your baby and he has more family with him. It wasn’t just you and him anymore. You have so many people around you to love and celebrate him and Amy together.

But he just gives you a “Yeah I’m winning this argument” face. You just plop back down on the mattress with your hair going askew around your face. But you look up and see Rhett try to sit down on the little bed and soothe Ollie from his nightmare. The harsh crying turned into whimpers again and you saw Rhett pick up Ollie and bring him over to the bed to lay in between you two. After lying down Ollie lays smashed into you and Rhett holds onto your sleep shirt. You start to move your hand around his light-brown curls trying to comfort him more. You hear Rhett speak up. “Do ya wanna tell us what happened bubba? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” There was a long pause, you could hear the crickets outside the windows even though they were all shut. 

“The bad man took us way.” You hear Ollie whisper, I look over to see Rhett already staring at me, I might have an idea who he was talking about. “What bad man baby, are you talking about the man who was with us earlier?” you say to him while still having your fingers through his hair, trying not to get him upset again. He gives a quiet “yes” and leans into you more. “He took momma and me away. We never get to see Rhetty again.” You try your hardest not to let any tears spill out of your eyes, you never want your baby to feel like this ever again. But, you let one singular tear spill down on your cheek and you see Rhett move closer to you and Ollie so he can wipe both of your tears away.

“Look at me both of you. As long as I’m here on this earth, and as long as there is breath in my body. I’m not going to let that bad man get you both. Ever. okay? I need to keep my family safe.” Now the waterworks were starting. You thought this couldn’t get any better, but all of a sudden you see Ollie crawl his way over to Rhett and see him lay his tiny body on his chest and close his eyes. “I love you daddy.” The water works completely stop. You both look at each other with wide eyes. You both sit up in the bed without trying to disturb Ollie from finally going back to sleep.

“I’m so sorry Rhett, If you don't want to be called that I’ll talk to him in the morning.” You stop rambling when a set of lips comes into contact with your own. Your body relaxes a little bit. “Sunny-girl, I don’t have a problem at all. Okay? I love him just as much as you because he’s a part of you. I’ll happily take that title.” You start to cry again You are just so overwhelmed with happiness, your heart might explode with love. “If you're sure, then would you be willing to finally be Ollie’s daddy?” you ask him with a watery voice. “Absolutely baby.” You lean over to kiss him again, but this kiss is filled with so much love and passion that you never want it to end. But the kiss was broken up by Rhett, and he just gives you a cheeky grin. “But you are right Sunny-girl, we do have a big day tomorrow.” You just shove his shoulder a little bit, “Smart-ass” you tell him laying back down on the mattress. “Hey, watch your language in front of our son.” you give him a serious/not serious face but leave your face when he pulls you close to his chest and gives you and Ollie a kiss on the forehead. You lay your head on his chest. And in that moment right there, just solidified your life with Rhett Abbott forever.

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Just Us -C.F.

Summary- Conrad brings his girlfriend from back home to cousins this summer, planning a whole summer of just the two of them. but belly and taylor are not having the change.

Warnings: so like i wouldn’t say smut bc it’s not but i guess it’s kinda implied?? a bit not totally

AN: I DO NOT IN ANYWAY HATE BELLY (i’m an avid taylor disliker for sure, not always lol but most of the time) it’s kinda a Nicole situation but i also don’t like Nicole lol grammar mistakes are common, and lower case is on purpose!!

“your kidding right?” belly said, as she watched the front door shut after a happy skippy conrad ran to his car. “what are you so angry for bells?” Jeremiah asked, putting the milk on the table. “It’s been the same summer forever! just us four and the moms!” she complains, “taylor’s coming down tomorrow” “taylor comes down every summer!” “and you haven’t seen us complaining.” Steven added. “Conrads been mopey the last three days i’ve been here and today he wakes up all cheerful and doesn’t pay mind to anybody!”

“can it belly!” Steven says, laughing at his sister. walking into the kitchen “bells hes been mopey for the past four months the only time he’s happy is when y/n is around.” Jeremiah explained. Belly stood up and walked to her room, ignoring all the reasonings the boys tried to give.

“she’s got it so bad for him” Steven laughed, opening the fridge.

at the bus station conrad couldn’t sit still, he hadn’t felt this happy since they got to cousins. He had a whole summer of excitement planned, which isn’t usually his thing but he’d do anything for y/n. his cheeks grew red when he saw the bus pull up to the stop. he waited not so patiently as he watched all the people flood out of the bus waiting for his beautiful girl.

it was like a scene from a movie when he saw his beautiful shining woman, her hair perfectly framing her face and her dress perfectly framing her body. He watched as her eyes lit up when they met his, and her lips moved into a beautiful smile as she threw her bags down and ran to him

he picked her up in one swift motion and spun her around as they brought each-other into a kiss they wished could last for a life time. Conrad had felt every ounce of sadness and hurt leave his body as he was finally home again. as they pulled away and their foreheads rested together, y/n felt more happiness then she ever has. she hasn’t seen her boy since school, and now she’s in his arms again

“i can not wait for you to meet laurel, Steven and belly” he said with that breathtaking smile. “my moms gonna be so excited to see you! and jere-“ “Conrad, Conrad, i can’t wait to meet them either” she smiled, kissing his nose “but right now it’s just us, just me and my boy” he smiled, putting her down onto the ground. “and my girl” he put his hands on her cheeks and smiled down at her. his girl, his forever

in the car, Y/n smiled, looking over at Conrad in the drivers seat of his car, one arm out the window and the other on the steering wheel. “You know beautiful,” he said, switching his hands, placing one on her thigh and the opposite on the wheel. “this whole summer is gonna be us, me and you” y/ns heart almost exploded at that statement. “The rest of of our lives is gonna be me and you” he finished. grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Forever” he said. “And always” she finished as they pulled into the fishers beach house driveway.

“Let the y/n and Conrad summer begin” he laughed, jumping out of the car, running to the passenger side to open y/ns door. she hopped out, took his hand, and they walked to the door. “We’re home!” he called. A happy Susanna ran from the kitchen followed by a happy jeremiah. “Y/n! how are you beautiful?!” she pulled her sons girlfriend in for a hug. “Susanna hi!” y/n hugged back the woman she thought of as her second mother. and Jeremiah as her second brother, “now is this the girl i’ve been hearing so much about?” Laurel walked from the kitchen just as susanna had moments before. “princess,” y/n looked up at conrad and smiled at the nickname “this is laurel, laurel this is my girlfriend, y/n” laurel pulled y/n in for a hug as Steven walked in to meet her.

“where’s belly?” Conrad asks “She’s upstairs” Jeremiah chuckled, “getting ready for taylor coming in tomorrow ” Steven added. “taylor?” y/n looked up at Conrad again “whose taylor?” Jeremiah almost spit out his water, causing everyone but Conrad to be confused “Your gonna love her” Jere smiled his mischievous smile

That night, Conrad brought y/n to the pool for a swim. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as the sat in the middle of the pool. “your really beautiful” He says, moving her hair behind her ear. “you are also really beautiful rad boy” she giggled, kissing his lips “No princess, I’m being serious, your like,” he pauses, pulling her chin up. “a shooting star,” he whispers, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“a shooting star? that’s cheesy” the kiss quickly ended as belly walked out of the house in her bathing suit. “Belly,” Conrad said, as y/n let go of Conrad and swam to the side. “Belly, hi! i’m y/n!” Belly smile half a smile. “hi” she said, sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Belly i told mom we were gonna have the pool to just me and y/n-“ “C, it’s okay” Y/n said, sitting next to belly “C?” belly asked. “his name is Conrad” y/n laughed a nervous laugh “uhm i know i just-“ “Princess it’s okay we can just go walk on the beach” Conrad was embarrassed to say the least, he thought belly would love y/n. because he did.

“princess? Conrad what’s up with you? i thought you said pet names were gross” Belly stood up, turning back to the house. “you say a lot of things before you meet someone who changes it all belly” Conrad said, hoping out of the pool to stand by y/n. “It’s just supposed to be us. the kids and the moms”

“Belly, we arnt kids anymore, people change” Belly huffed, and walked inside, not in the mood for a swim anywhere. “i’m sorry C” y/n said. “baby, what are you even sorry for?” conrad helped y/n stand, and kissed her cheek. “Belly gets protective over tradition, she’s gotta learn that people change” y/n nodded. “let’s go upstairs, yeah?” Conrad grabbed her hand and headed inside.

after they both got changed, they layed in the guest bed looking at each-other. “now i just don’t understand why you can’t sleep in my bed” Conrad said. “have you ever met yourself rad boy?” she laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss Conrad had been waiting to lay on her lips all day, it was soft and slow. he moved his hand up and down her hip, and his other in her hair. “y/n i wanted to-“ conrad shot up from his spot on the bed, scared it was his mother thinking something else was happening.

“oh hi belly” belly looked at them, with a stoic expression. “i just wanted to apologize but it’s obvious you are busy” and once again, a sweet moment with just the two of them, was no more. “i’m sorry princess, let’s continue this tomorrow okay? belly and jere are gonna be out with taylor, Steven works, and the moms are going shopping so it’ll be just us” y/n laughed

“Goodnight sweet boy” she said” resting her arm on his bicep and pecking his lips. “ill snake in here tomorrow morning and we can lay in bed until belly’s birthday breakfast” Conrad suggested, and y/n smiled “your such a morning horn-dog” he laughed “shhh i am not”

the next morning Conrad did just as he said, and woke y/n up with a kiss. laying next to her for a few extra minutes. Soon, they had all made it downstairs to Belly’s breakfast and everyone started the day off great.

as all of the family left the house, Conrad was excited to have the house to himself and his girl. as the last person in the house, steven, shut the door, Conrad grabbed y/ns hand and they ran to his bedroom.

Conrad sat up in his bed, and y/n sat on his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. “i’ve missed you so much conrad” y/n kissed his cheek. “you do not know how glad i am you could come this summer” Conrad ran his hands down her back, and up her shirt to rest on her bare back. “you know my parents are to busy pampering my little sister to care” she laughed

He smiled, as her hand moved to hold his neck and pull him closer. “i’ve been waiting for this moment since you got here” conrad whispered. “then kiss me stupid” he chuckled, lifting her up and flipping her to lay on the bed. she he kissed her deeply, holding her hips with his hands. her fingers ran through his beautiful hair, and she felt so happy to be in his arms.

their moment was soon ruined by the three people Conrad was hoping would stay out the longest

“This is the girl Conrad chose over you?” “taylor!?” and Jeremiah’s laugh made Conrad crawl off y/n and sit at the end of the bed. he was just about done with everyone ruining his moments with his girl.

“the door was shut! you could’ve knocked.” he crossed his arms as y/n sat up. “chose over her?” y/n asked. Belly shook her head. “she’s not even pretty belly” taylor said, obviously not hiding her presence. “Geez taylor can’t you just stay out of everything!” Conrad yelled. Y/n put her hand on conrad’s shoulder. “C its,” he pushed her hand off his shoulder. “don’t tell me it’s okay.” he snapped, standing up. “i finally get a break from everything and my summer with my girlfriend keeps getting interrupted.”

“Belly we can still have tradition! you have to face that y/n is apart of that now, just like we excepted taylor, with open arms by the way. i’m going off to college next year and it’s not gonna be the same, so get used to it. come on princess”

Conrads little speech made y/n smile. She stood up and apologized to belly, following Conrad close behind. “Connie slow down!” “you never call me connie” “oh your just gonna have to except the change” y/n smirked, jumping on his back. “oh your such a jerk” he said, laughing as he walked down the stares with her on his back.

“you know you love me” she smiled, kissing his cheek from behind his head. “that i do jerk” he smiled, walking outside. “make out on the beach?” “yes sir”

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Event Special

Thanks everyone who has been supportive to my work. The decrease of people who interactive with my post does affect me. Because I don’t really know who have read my work or what people think about it after I spent weeks to write. Still, as I am still on this platform, I’ll creat contents until I feel enough or no one really read my work! So, hope you enjoy this thank you gift from me!

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Here With You

Sukuna x f! reader 👻🎃💀

Genre: fluff, angst, supernatural

Warning: mentioning of murderer, child abuse, human traffic, rape, prostitution, and pregnancy

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Life is short, that was you learned deeply. People always said humans had choices. You also believed that, but it wasn’t accurate for you. You remembered when you were younger you had your best friend and your first love who you met in an orphanage. He was slightly taller than you with the bright pink hair. His name was Ryomen Sukuna.

People found him dead when you both were 16. You were shocked to lose him so suddenly. At that time adults said he was clumsy and drowned in the small lagoon. However, you knew he wouldn’t be careless and leave you like that.

When you were 17, there was one family that adopted you. You were so happy that finally you could leave that place where there was no Sukuna. The family took care of you very well. They both gave you nice clothes and provided good food. You cried every night due to the guilt from the happiness when you thought of Sukuna. You wanted him to be with you now and experinced a lot of things with you.

Until you were 18, you figured out everything was a lie. The family sold you to the dirty people. They told you they needed help from you. They told you that you would be the only one who could help them. They told you it was time for you to repay them.

Now, you worked in the illegal bar where you served many different men everyday. You worked as a prostitute for 10 years now. It was hard, never was easy until 2 years ago you were pregnant with one of your clients, and only God knew who the father was.

You hated your life. You hated every minute you were born. However, at least you had a good boss and kind colleagues. They were supportive for you to keep a baby girl. You stopped working for a year until you found the right pattern for both of you. When Ai slept, you would go out for work. When you come back home in the early morning, she would still sleep.

It was unbelievable how Ai was so good to sleep through the night without waking, but you believed in your chubby daughter, that she knew how hard you worked for her. Today was the same for both of you. Once Ai slept, you kissed her forehead and left home.

However, there was an unbelievable thing you didn’t know. The chubby baby who had thick black hair and large twinkling eyes always woke up every night. She used her small hands to push herself up from the crib. She looked up to wait for her friend.

“Sukna” she muttered and giggled.

“Oiii brat that isn’t fuking my name”  Sukuna said while looking down at the girl.

“Lord, you shouldn’t say rude words in front of the child” Uraume told him politely.

“fumking fumking” the baby giggled in a high pitch.

Uraume sighed. Sukuna only scowled at Ai. Then, he bent himself to carry her in his arms.

“Uraume, gather low ghosts to play with her” Sukuna ordered.

In his arm was a baby girl of his first and last love. He sat her on the floor next to him. He watched how she played with doctors toys that her mom brought it for her 2 weeks ago. Ai placed the stethoscope toy on his broad chest.

He chuckled deeply. “Silly, did you think you would hear something from my heart? I don’t have one brat”

Ai crawled to play with some ghosts who showed her funny faces. She looked similar to you when you were young. He missed all the time he spent with you. Unbeknownst to you, he had been with you since he was dead.

The reason he died wasn’t the accident. He heard adults in the orphanage talk about how they sold girls to bad families over and over again and you would be the next one. He attempted to run away with you, but those adults murdered him before he could save you.

Since then he had followed you wherever you went. It pained him how you got treated by those bad guys and how you ended up like this. He blamed himself for that all because of him. He couldn't have saved you. If he could have done that, he must have taken care of you and Ai as your husband.

He closed his eyes to stop tears. It was ridiculous he thought how the king of curse could shed tears when he didn’t even have a body to hug you when you cried after you got sold, he couldn’t cuddle to chase away the nightmares you had every time you slept with different men. What he could do was to take care of your heart, Ai.

Once Ai was born, she brought the special gift with her, the eyes which could see things that humans shouldn’t. He knew he would need to become the king of curse to protect her. He sucked humans’ life and ate angels of death who tried to bring him back to hell. Those enhanced his powers until now he was the king of curse and ghosts.

He saw the baby girl crawling to sit on his lap. He let her and played with her hairs.

“Your hair is like a lion” Sukuna commented.

“Ahahh” the baby smiled back at him.

“Be a nice brat to you mom and I’ll play with you ok?” he asked.

“Dunt leave mee, dunt leave my mama” Ai looked at him with her bright eyes.

“I don't want too” Sukuna smiled back at her.

It had been like this every night. Once you left, Sukuna would take care of your child without knowing your first love never left you at all.

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On Ai’s birthday, she turned 7 years old. It was October 31st. Ai was born on Halloween. People said it was a curse, but you thought otherwise. She was the charm for you.

“Tell mama, what do you want for your birthday?” you asked.

“I-I don’t want mama to work anymore” Ai looked down on her lap.

Sukuna who sat next to you looked at Ai.

“W-why?” you asked nervously.

“I-I know what kind of job you do. My friends and their parents told me, b-but mama I never once think it’s bad…I-” Ai glanced at Sukuna quickly.

“I’ll kill those humans who talk shit to you” Sukuna scowled.

“No bad words. Lord” Urame commented.

“Don’t do that Sukuna!!” Ai shouted.

Sukuna and you were widened eyes.  Sukuna had Ai promised not to tell you about her special talents because he didn’t want you to be stressed.

“Sukuna? Baby w-why did you say that name?” you bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

“Mama, I-”

“No” Sukuna stopped Ai.

You kneed on the floor in front of her. You brought your daughter hand to place on your cheek “Please tell mama”

Ai looked up to meet Sukuna’s sad eyes. “The job you work may not be good for others but I know it’s an honest job and that job makes money for me to have everything. But mommy, I-I cant bare Sukuna to feel hurt”

Ai told you what her gift was and how she knew Sukuna. On that night you learned that Sukuna never left you. You sent your baby girl to sleep and walked back to your own bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked outside through the window in your room.

“I-I never know you’re always by my side. I never knew you’ve seen my life since the beginning. I’m a dirty person right? I’m a bad person right? I’ve slept with countless men for money. I don’t even know who Ai’s father was”

Your body slid down the floor. You placed your eyes on your knees. You cried your heart out to think about what Sukuna would think of you. You didn’t know every tear you shed was a knife that cut Sukuna’s heart.

You didn’t see him and he couldn’t touch you. He heard it, he was there next to you. He couldn’t say anything except looking at you crying because of him. He blamed the gods, blamed destiny, blamed everything that made you and him ended up like this.

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You stopped working as a prostitute 5 years ago after saving a lot of money and began to open a fried chicken restaurant where your boss was your partner for the business. Your life had been better. You still lived with Ai and Sukuana.

It was almost 11 years you learned Sukuna was always with you. Every day you brought food and set it on the counter for him. You couldn’t hear or see him, so you always spoke with the air because you believed he heard you.

At the grocery store

“Sukuna, I’m going to get this one for Ai and for you okay?” you smiled.

“I hated tofu, but up to you. Ai likes it anyway” Sukuna folded his arms in front of his chest while following you behind.

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At the shopping mall

“Sukuna, I like this bikini. It will look good on my body, don’t you think?” you giggled to imagine how furious Sukuna would be.

“Oi Oi, t-this is too much. Too exposed, I hate it, I hate you” Sukuna’s cheeks turned red.

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At home

“Ai, can you ask Sukuna where he wanna go for the new year? Does he want to go abroad this year with us?” you asked your daughter.

“Momm, Sukuna said he wanna see women on the beach” your daughter laughed.

“Heyyy, I didn’t say that. I told we should go to the mountain. I don’t want your mom to wear that dog's clothes, It barely covers her beautiful body” Sukuna protested.

“What??????? FINE!!!” you yelled. You were mad and stomped back to your room and closed the door loudly.

“This brat! You made your mom angry at me” Sukuna was about to walk through your door until he heard you yelled “Don’t get in my room, pervert”

Your daughter laughed at the scene she experienced. She was so happy. To her, Sukuna was like her own dad. She knew it was odd. However, she never knew her mom could be that happy, so was Sukuna. “No worries dad, I’ll tell her I lied. TO-MOR-ROW”

“What?? Tomorrow?? That's too long” Sukuna shouted.

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Ai’s 18 birthday was coming up. You planned to celebrate the big one with her and Sukuna. Thus, you went out to buy stuff with him. Sukuna was with you until Uraume appeared in the air.

“Lord, something happens with Ai” Urame informed.

Sukuna enlarged his eyes and looked at you before disappearing with Uraume. You assumed he was with you, so you kept talking to him and bought a lot of stuff until you got in the car and the phone rang.

You looked at the number and you knew it was Ai’s homeroom teacher, so you picked it up. “Ms. y/n, Ai passed out and we just sent her to the hospital. Please come here as soon as possible”

You kept wailing and spoke to Sukuna to protect Ai. Sukuna didn’t hear it because he was next to the bed of Ai. Sukuna patted Ai’s head. He told everyone to see what happened to his daughter.

Once you arrived, the doctor informed Ai had no problems with her health. She just passed out and they didn’t know she wouldn’t wake up. You were shocked to hear it. This was unbelievable. You couldn’t bear to lose your love again. At least if she was sick, it was better to know what was wrong, so the doctor could cure.  

You stomped down on the floor and cried. Your boss and colleagues came to be with you. You screamed again and again till you passed out. Sukuna looked at you painfully. He was mad to see both his daughter and you were on the patient beds where he could do nothing.

Urame happened next to him. “Lord, I found what happened with Ai”

Sukuna kissed your forehead and left with Urame. He went to the bridge where it was connected with the hell. He saw the tall and muscular man approaching until he was in front of him.

“The god of hell? I’m surprised you attacked a human. You know what I could do right?” Sukuna smirked.

“I’m not doing anything. It’s her fate. She shouldn’t have been born with that gift.” the god of hell told him.

“What do you mean?" Sukuna raised his bron.

“The love of you and her mom is very strong. It caused her daughter to be special. People with that special gift will have a short life” The god explained.

“I’m not here to listen to the nonsense thing. If Ai dies, I’ll destroy the human world and pay for the consequences later” Sukuna turned his back and was about to walk away.

“Well, there is the only way to save her” the god of hell confessed.

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You were still sleeping. Your skin felt the cool breeze and soft grass under your body.  A moment  later, you heard the husky voice calling your name. You shot your eyes open and saw Sukuna.

“Sukuna!” you shouted.

“easy my love” he chuckled.

You sat up straight and caught his face in your hands. The tears fell down on the grass. You brought his face close to you. You kissed his soft lips. Sukuna was shocked at first before one of his hands held the back of your head and another hand placed on your lower back.

It was a memorable kiss and it was the first kiss you both exchanged with each other. You smiled and pressed your forehead with him.

“I miss you” you told him

“I miss you more”

“I love you” you said.

“I love you with all my soul,” he laughed.

“I’m sorry” you told him.

“I’m sorry too”

“Stop copying me” you pouted.

“Hahaha I don’t. You said what I want to say”

“Sukuna, Ai..”

“I know and I find the way to help her. She won’t see me anymore, that's the only way, so I want to tell you. Take care of yourself and her. Live a happy life for me okay? Remember this I’ll always be with you. Find a good person who will take care of both of you, a real human like you” Sukuna kissed you before you asked any questions. His tongue twisted in your mouth like he wanted to remember your taste, feeling, and love.

On October 31st, Ai was woken up from the odd disease and on one knew. She turned 18 on that night and lost her special gift. She couldn't see any ghosts or souls anymore.

Both of you were sad for a while. Time passed, you both decided to do the same. You both talked to the air and pretended Sukuna was there. You both moved on with your life but never once you both forgot about Sukuna.

Ai got into a med school. She studied hard. She wished if she saved many lives in the future, the merit would be sent to Sukuna and he could be happy in his next life with her mom.

For you, you hadn’t had a relationship with anyone because you never forgot about Sukuna and you thought he would be with you all the time. You wouldn’t want Sukuna to see you with someone. Still he told you you could have anyone, you only wanted life with him.

It was something you didn’t know. Sukuna was gone since Ai woke up on that day. The god of hell traded Ai’s life with Sukuna's soul. The god of hell said Sukuna was the king of curse and the way he lived in the human world caused the supernatural events. It affected Ai because she was special which was born from the supernatural love between him and you.

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50 years later

Ai got married to Itadori Yuji. She had three children. She was a successful doctor and her husband was a successful business man. You were happy to see Ai had a warm family.

You never had any partner or remarry with anyone. You traveled around Japan and still talked to Sukuna though Ai never did that anymore since she graduated from med school. You really enjoyed spending time alone although you were now past 80 years old.

You bought the white cozy house next to the beach. You sat on the sofa and looked at the wide sea.

“Sukuna, you like the view? I really like the view. Umm, you know Ai told me she didn’t talk to you, but she still misses you. I do too. You know, I always pray to live with you in the next life. I want us to be happy. I love you so so much”

After you spoke to the warm breeze. Your eyelids slowly close. Your breath was soft and slower until it stopped.

…

You opened your eyes again and saw yourself in the garden. You walked around and saw the small clear puddle on the ground. You looked at it and saw your younger face like you were 18. You were bewildered until you heard a family voice.

“Y/n”

You turned to see who it was. You smiled like sunshine just like he remembered.

You shouted his name happily. “Sukuna!”  

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[twinchampionsofkalos]

I was hit with a bolt of inspiration and wrote a scene from right before Calem and Serena start their journey.

“Caaaaaallll!”

“Cal!”

“Cal wake up!”

“Okay, okay.” Calem groaned.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times to clear the crud out of his eyes and make everything less blurry. Once he could see clearly, he saw the source of the voice that had woken him up: a very impatient looking Serena who, for some reason, was wearing his jacket, unzipped to reveal the black t-shirt beneath.

The two of them had been friends since they were very little. Their moms were rival Rhyhorn racers back in the day and lived in the same town so as a result they ended up hanging out a lot and growing a close bond. They treated each other like siblings, right down to Serena calling Calem her brother and Calem calling Serena his sister.

“Finally, you’re awake.” Serena said as if she had been waiting an eternity.

“Unfortunately.” Calem groaned. He glanced at his alarm clock. 5:30 AM. “You know, most people sleep in on the weekend.”

“Yeah, I know, but today’s important!” Serena explained, tapping her heel rapidly. “We’re going to get our first Pokemon!”

Calem’s eyes widened. “That’s today!?”

Serena sighed. “Don’t tell me you forgot!”

Calem threw off his sheets, revealing he was wearing blue pajamas, and practically leaped out of bed. He dashed over to his closet, opened it, and then paused.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Serena asked. Calem gave her a deadpan look. “Oh! Right!” She covered her eyes and turned around to face the wall.

Now that he had something resembling privacy, Calem stripped down, tossed his pajamas in his laundry basket, grabbed a pair of jeans, and pulled them on.

“Why are you wearing my jacket, anyways?” He asked Serena as he fastened his belt.

“You left it at my house, yesterday.” She explained.

“You’re not gonna give it back, are you.” Calem replied.

“Nope.” Serena said cheerily. “Mine now.”

“Yeah, well, you left your top here when you slept over last week.” He replied, grabbing a collared black tank top out of his closet. “I was gonna give it back but I never got the chance and now I guess I never will cause it’s mine forever now.” He slid the top on. He and Serena had pretty similar body types so it fit perfectly. “Alright, you can look now.”

Serena removed her hand from her eyes and turned around. Caem pulled on his boots and grabbed his hat, placing it snugly on his head. He spread his arms like he was presenting something.

“Well, how do I look?”

“Like a dork.” Serena answered.

“I walked right into that one.” Calem said.

“Yep.” Serena agreed, crossing her arms smugly. “Now come on, lets go get a Pokemon!”

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[surik-i]

Reads of Sleep - N. Riki

‒ pairings :: nishimura riki x fem!oc

‒ genre :: fluff, angst, library au

‒ warnings :: none

‒ word count :: 1k

‒ synopsis :: it seemed on a day-to-day basis that a young girl would always fall asleep in the library. riki became the boy to always wake her and make sure she got home safely, what was it though about this one library that she'd always sleep in.

Sliding in through the pul doors, Nishimura Riki made his way into the large library. Thousands of books covered the shelves. For a specific genre, one person may even find themselves having to just walk up to the fourth floor, just for that one area, but where was the young boy heading today? Riki was looking for one of the girl who would always sleep at the far table, near a corner and out of sight from the librarian. It seemed like months now of seeing her and he always made sure to drop by a vitamin for her just to give her a boost of energy on her way home. 

Letting his hands lightly feather over the side shelves and tables, he finally found her. The girl who laid with her arms and long black hair hiding her sleeping figure. One would have to look closely to find as soft breaths were made, just barely did a strand of hair life up with every breath. Riki gave a soft smile, walking over and sitting down in front of her as he slid the bottle her way. He gave her a soft tap before speaking, “Hey, Paris, wake up,” he called out to her. 

To be exact, the girl’s name wasn’t actually Paris, but a small nickname used by everyone around her. Her full name was Moo Chung-Ae, the name Paris was followed after a joke given by another friend who said her name reminded them of what people think Paris is like. It seemed to stick after and after awhile, a nickname used by all friends who had the privilege to hear the little story. To Ri-Ki, she reminding him of a cat or a koala, with how often she slept, he couldn’t help but think she resembled the two all to well.

A quiet hum had left pass her lips as Paris slowly lifted her head up to look at Riki tiredly. “What is it?” She asked in a weak voice, eyes drooping with strands of hair falling over her face. Riki gave a cheeky grin, tapping his book and looking at her. There, in front of him layed the latest copy of their favorite book, Manifest a Line, bringing some life back to the girl as she perked up and reached for the book as he moved it away from her. 

“Ah, No. I’ll let you read it once you explain to me why today you’re so tired,” He hummed, shaking the book in his right hand, looking at her and awaiting for an answer. He was curious to what may be the reasoning of her restless moment as he admired her features, looking at the sad dark bags under her doe eyes. He could watch her looking around for a moment, a quiet sigh falling past her lips before the confession was made to him.

“Why are you always so interested in me, it’s not like I’m a celebrity,” Paris shook her head, but she finally did speak up to him. “You really wanna know, I know you won’t give up until I admit at least a piece of it.” She seemed to think of where to start fot the moment, tapping her finger on the table and humming quietly, but finally she did speak up and tell him. She took another moment in between to quickly sip on the vitamin given to her.

“Life hasn’t been easy at home, my mom and dad’s company are failing to the point that we’re having to relocate. We’re planning to head to Jeju Island where my grandparents are, but I promise we could still talk through texts. I guess I’ve always been picking up extra shifts to help out my parents so sleeping in the library has helped with getting that extra boost of energy I need to keep walking. You’ve also been an amazing friend who was willing to add an energy drink beside me, so I thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” Paris explained to him before getting up from the table. 

Riki was stunned to hear this, as his eyes widened. He was about to lose his best friend in the entire world. He would never be able to see her again. His heart sank as he felt the tears fighting to fall back. “Don’t think anything of it, we’ll always be friends, no matter what. If you want, you can walk me to work!” She suggested to him and patted his shoulder. In the end, Riki agreed and left with her to work.

As the two seemed to spend the last few weeks with each other, on the last day, he had entetred the same location of the library, only to find a letter where the girl once slept. Riki picked up the letter and began to read what was written:

Dear Riki,

I’m not the best at writing letters, but I do hope this one somehow reaches you and helps you to better understand the situation and move on quicker. In the past few months I’ve known of you, you always seemed like the kind of boy who would always be there for his friends no matter what. You were unique and I always enjoyed watching you dance without any worries in your heart. You have always inspired me to keep going. When my journey in Jeju is over, lets meet again and become trainees at SM, that is if you’re still interested. Let’s though become trainees at SM so we can officially be seen as backup dancers for Shinee. Don’t ever give up on your dreams either while I’m gone. One day, we’ll meet at the same time, and you’ll see me asleep in the library, ready to bribe me about the latest of our favorite novel. Text me too! Also, give some people a chance in your life. I’ve heard you have been spending more time out with Saegong Mi-Ok, I think she’d be a great match for you. 

Sincerely,

Paris

Ps. I know I never talk about my silly crushes, but if maybe by chance Jungwon is breathing down your neck while reading this, I like him and hopefully you’ll set me up with him in the future.

Riki chuckled as he read her final letter. Maybe, just maybe he could find a way to move on from her and find his own joy. He though would still await for the return of his best friend. No matter how many years past, she would be that one little spark he looked foreward to in a library.

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