#i'm just so happy i got to have a small tiny part in this amazing game!!!

[marvelsmylife]

Begin again

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Plot: Azriel grants you your wish of being left alone for a while. The second the times up though, he starts his plan to win you back.

A/n this is the last part to Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t story. I would like to remind you that my requests are open (please try to send in fluffy or smut requests. I need to chill out on angsty stories for a while 😂😂😂)

Warning: fluff

Part One Part Two Bonus Scene

Clinging onto the hope you gave him the night of the dinner party, Azriel gave you the space you asked for and settled with giving you three weeks. He was still a wreck during those three weeks, but he spent that time planning the perfect way to win you back. When the three weeks were up, he set his plan into motion.

It started out small. He was leaving you roses by your front door with a note that included a happy memory you shared. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the memories he wrote down, from the first day you met to the first book he ever bought you just because he saw it and thought you might enjoy it.

You couldn’t believe he remembered the tiny moments you shared together and started feeling bad that you had been ignoring him for two years. You knew that any other male would have moved on if they were in Azriel’s position. Yet he stayed loyal to you, and while he was over the top while he begged for forgiveness he never once stopped fighting for you or your forgiveness.

He then resorted to the one thing he told Cassian he would never do, writing poems for you. Granted, they weren’t that great when he started writing them, but by the sixth week, he had you swooning by the time you finished reading the poem.

The best part was that he actually got help from some of your students. Every day, he would approach one of them and ask if they could hand you the poem and give you a beautiful set of either earrings or a necklace. The students would be excited that the spymaster of the night court asked them for a favor and were more than happy to deliver the poem, along with a few jewelry pieces.

Azriel would watch from a distance as you read the poem and held the piece of jewelry against your chest.

The next thing Azriel did was stop by the old dance studio you attended and properly apologize to your old instructor. He apologized for his actions and explained what drove him to do what he did.

Azriel was surprised when your old instructor accepted his apology and told him he would let you know that Azriel apologized to him. Of course, Azriel told him he didn’t have to do that, that he did it because it was the right thing to do. “The apology might be two years late, but at least you did it. Most males would never apologize in the first place, let alone an Illyrian male.”

Even though Azriel told him he didn’t have to, your old instructor stopped by your studio and informed you that Azriel apologized to him: “He seemed so remorseful for his actions. Do you ever plan on forgiving him?”

“I already have,” you confessed and started playing with the necklace Azriel had gifted you a few weeks back: “The thing is, I'm scared that he is going to resent me again and take his anger out my studio because I built a career out of something I’m passionate about. I love teaching dance too much just to go back to being the spymaster's mate.”

“Why can’t you be both?” your instructor pointed out: “Be the spymaster's mate AND an amazing dancing teacher.”

You went home that night replaying the conversation and wondered if your old instructor was right.

His big move came six months later. He had gotten wind that you were now providing private lessons for fae’s who were too shy to learn around other people. They would have to pay in order to receive those private lessons, but they were reasonably priced.

You thought others wouldn’t want to pay for private lessons after attending your other classes for free. You were surprised when all of your openings for private lessons were booked for the foreseeable future.

You were getting ready to teach someone late at night when you spotted Azriel walking through the front door: “Azriel! What are you doing here? I have a private lesson in five minutes.”

“I’m the one who requested the private lesson,” Azriel confessed: “Teach me everything you know about the thing you love the most.”

A smile formed on your face at Azriel’s request, and you were more than happy to oblige. You started teaching him the basics and were surprised at how fast he learned to dance. “Look at you,” you beamed at Azriel: “You’ll be a better dancer than me in no time.”

“Not possible,” Azriel stared lovingly at you.

By the end of the lesson, Azriel had his arms around your body, holding you close to him. He was enjoying having you in his arms after being denied it for years. “I’ve missed you so much, my love,” Azriel spoke into your hair before getting ahold of your chin and making you look into his eyes: “I am nothing without you.”

Azriel found himself staring at your lips and was tempted to lean in and kiss you, but he didn’t want to overstep and potentially ruin all of the progress he had accomplished thus far.

To his surprise, you were the one that pulled him into a kiss. He didn’t complain. As a matter of fact, he took control of the kiss immediately and had you pinned against the mirrored wall. 

You let out a soft moan at Azriel’s action and found yourself pressing yourself against his body, desperate for his touch. “I really am sorry for all the pain I have caused you these past couple of years,” Azriel whispered as he cradled your neck: “I never realized how much I needed you in my life until you left me. I was such a fool for saying such hurtful things to you.”

A small smile appeared on your face at Azriel’s apology: “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear you say. Thank you for apologizing and for all the flowers and poems you’ve sent me these past few months.”

“Can you come home now? Our house is not a home without you in it” Azriel begged, his scarred hands were now tangled in your hair.

“Yes, I will come home,” you replied before a mischievous smile appeared on your face: “But what do you say we spend the night here, just for tonight?” Azriel was going to question why you would want to sleep in your studio when you tapped on the mirror behind you. “You have always said it would be nice to fuck in front of a mirror. Well, we have one right here.”

“Have I told you how much I love you yet?” Azriel groaned before leaning in and capturing your lips again.

A/n. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a bonus scene with the reader, Azriel, and that mirror.

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[ks-dreams-fantasies]

TEACH ME PT.2 - TRAVIS KELCE

a/n: I'm so glad you guys liked the first chapter, I really hope you enjoy the rest of this mini series 🥰

Warnings: Nothing much, first getting to know each other, some flirt hère and there

Words: 1,553 (Not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 1

TEACH ME PT.2 - TRAVIS KELCE

’’Stop doubting yourself, you look great Y/N.  Now hurry up or we’re never going to make it’’ Camille said chuckling at your nervousness. She had seen you try half of the items you had in your closet to find the perfect outfit for the occasion. 

You listened to her, grabbing your bag as well as the gift you had wrapped for Wyatt before heading out the door. You were so grateful when Kylie told you, you could bring a plus one to the party, you felt relieved to be able to bring your best friend with you to calm you down a little. 

It was just a kid’s birthday party but the fact that Travis was going to be there had your mind racing with anticipation. 

You entered the lively scene of the Kelce’s backyard, amidst the laughter and chatter, a tall figure caught your attention the moment you arrived. You locked eyes for a second before tiny hands reached for you.

‘’Miss Y/N, you came.’’ Wyatt said hugging your leg tightly as you chuckled ‘’Is it for me?’’ she asked pointing at the gift box in your hands. ‘’It is. Happy birthday little one. Where can I put this?’’ you asked her, referring to the box in your hand.

‘’I’ll take care of it.’’ A deep voice said before you looked up to meet a pair of mesmerizing blue ones. ‘’Oh thank you.’’ You handed him the present before replacing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

‘’I'm glad you could make it," Travis greeted, his smile sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

‘’Me too’’ you responded blushing slightly before you remembered your best friend. ‘’You remember Camille?’’

‘’We met briefly, it’s nice to see you again, I’m Travis.’’ He said reaching for her hand. ‘’Oh, I know.’’ She responded as she looked at you with a smirk before meeting his eyes again ‘’great to meet you too.’’ She said shaking his hand in return. 

You soon got interrupted by Jason and Kylie, greeting you and offering you a drink. They had done an amazing job at decorating the backyard. The garden was transformed into a whimsical wonderland, with every detail carefully curated to bring Wyatt’s dreams to life. It was a pastel wonderland, giant balloon arches everywhere, banners with her name on it and a big inflatable bouncy castle. There was a dessert table and an open bar for the adults.

As the day progressed, you and Travis gravitated towards each other. You exchanged stories about your own childhoods and discussed Wyatt’s potential. Laughter flowed easily, and conversation felt like second nature. It was as if you had known each other for years. 

Hours passed like minutes, and soon it was time for the cake-cutting ceremony. Wyatt insisted that you stand close to her. You felt a sense of belonging that was rare to find outside of your classroom.

‘’You know Wyatt was so happy that you came today, she really adores you, actually she won’t stop talking about you.’’ Travis remarked.

‘’I have something to admit, but if I tell you… you have to promise me not to tell anyone.’’ You said a playful glint in your eyes. ‘’Anything for you’’ he said getting closer to you.

You looked up to him and got on your tiptoes trying to get closer to his ear. ‘’Wyatt might be my favorite, but I’m not supposed to admit that.’’ You said leaning back and smiling at him. Your breath tickled his neck, creating small goosebumps on his skin. He brushed it off chuckling at you. ‘’You’re secret his safe with me.’’ 

As the evening sun cast a warm golden hue over the backyard, Travis invited you to take a walk in the neighborhood which you agreed to. You both strolled along the winding path, the soft rustle of leaves accompanying your conversation. The easy banter and shared laughter made the world seem lighter, more vibrant.

"You know, Miss Y/N, spending time with you makes me wish I had a teacher like you back in the day," Travis admitted with a grin. "I might've actually enjoyed school."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful remark. "Well, you know, it's never too late to start learning something new."

He flashed a charming smile, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "Maybe you could be my personal tutor, then. I've always wanted to learn a second language."

You raised an eyebrow, feigning contemplation. "I suppose I could make an exception for a dedicated student like yourself."

The flirtatious undertone was unmistakable, yet it danced around the edges of propriety. It was a delicate balance, one that left you feeling both exhilarated and cautious.

As the conversation flowed, Travis shared anecdotes about his football career, often finding ways to slip in compliments about your intelligence and warmth.

‘’You really like football uh?’’ you asked him playfully but in awe at how dedicated he sounded.

‘’It really is my life. There’s nothing like the adrenaline of stepping on the field, people chanting your name and having fun with your teammates. I just know I was made for this…’’ he said daydreaming, ‘’sorry, I’m ranting.’’

‘’No, no it’s fine, I love hearing you talk about your passion and your career, it sounds pretty fun actually.’’ ‘’Yeah?’’ he asked surprised, you nodded.

‘’Well, you should come see me play sometimes’’ he said walking slowly, looking right at you. ‘’I would love that.’’ You said with confidence, the action surprising you more than it surprised him. You had been walking for 45 minutes and came back to the front of the house without even realizing it. 

You went back into the backyards, enjoying the rest of the evening with the other guests. It was now time to head out with Camille, you scanned the room for Travis and Wyatt and saw them laughing loudly near the photobooth area. He had her in his arms, to take photos and he had opted for a little pink wig to make her laugh.

‘’Take it off’’ ‘’Why do I have to take it off?’’ he asked his niece, ‘’Because I don’t like it.’’ ‘’You don’t like it? I thought you said you wanted dad to have pink hair.’’ She leaned in, pointing at his head, ‘’Yeah, but I don’t want you to have pink hair.’’

‘’Why can’t I have pink hair?’’ he asked her, looking offended, ‘’Because you’re naughty and you’re sneaky.’’ You chuckled at their conversation making Travis turn around to look at you with a smile on his face, pulling off the wig from his head. 

‘’Can you believe that?’’ he said fake gasping at what Wyatt said to him. ‘’That your naughty and sneaky? Actually, yeah, I believe that’’ you said smirking back at him. He laughed pulling you closer into his chest so that the photographer could take a couple pictures of the three of you. You blushed at the proximity of his body against yours. You could feel his arm snake around your waist, as he smiled at the camera, Wyatt in his arms and you by his side.

Camille was staring at the both of you from where she stood, talking with Jason and Kylie.

‘’He won’t shut up about her since they met earlier this week’’ Jason admitted making your best friend chuckled quietly. ‘’Well, he made a good first impression, she was so nervous before coming here today.’’ They all laughed. ‘’I mean they look good together.’’ Kylie added before you joined them.

‘’Thank you so much for the wonderful day, it was really fun.’’ You said, before hugging Wyatt’s parents. ‘’The pleasure was ours, Wyatt was so happy her favorite teacher could come, and she loved the gift you picked for her.’’ Kylie said smiling widely at you. 

‘’I’ll walk you out’’ he said before you both followed Camille as she got in the driver seat leaving you and Travis outside the car. You were about to open your mouth to say your goodbyes when Travis beat you to hit.

‘’Listen, I won’t beat around the bush, I had a good day with you, and I find you so beautiful and kind and … and I’d like to take you out.’’ You gulped slowly. You had an amazing day too, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were ready, ready for something new. You hadn’t gone on a date in forever, and the last time you opened up to a guy, he broke your heart. You could hear Camille’s voice in your head, screaming at you to go out with the man. You couldn't deny the magnetic pull between you and Travis and the undeniable chemistry that seemed to swirl around you both. 

‘’I’m sorry, forget it, I… I just thought we had a connection today and…’’ he rushed in response to your long silence before you cut him up rapidly.

‘’No, no … I would love to. I’m sorry I just wasn’t expecting you to ask me out’’ you laughed quietly ‘’but I would love to go out with you’’ As you bid each other goodbye and exchanged numbers, there was a charged moment of unspoken attraction. The world seemed to hold its breath as you parted ways, leaving you with a feeling that the story between the both of you was far from over.

To Be Continued

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Part 3

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[melrodrigo]

Tardy, part 9

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s time to take down Ghostface once and for all…nothing can go wrong, right?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Language, Angst

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: There’s also fluff in the beginning because it wouldn’t be me without fluff…happy reading! Don’t forget to tell me what you think <3

The rest of the evening is spent in bliss. Tara in your arms splayed on the floor while you guys whisper disgustingly sweet nothings into the other's ear.

The morning after is no different. You wake to the smell of burnt bread, bacon, and eggs.

You get up drearily, try to stretch and immediately regret it when you feel a sharp sting pull at both your shoulder and stomach.

Humph. Last night almost made you forget you had two additional holes in your body.

You poke your head into the kitchen and smile cheekily.

"Good morning sunshine. Whatcha making there?" You hum, waltzing over to stand behind your girlfriend.

You don't see her face but you can tell she's pouting. Her shoulders tight, fists balled at her sides.

"The bagel burned." She says, letting out a tiny huff.

You peer over her to see 4 halves of a bagel burnt to a crisp, sitting sadly at the feet of the table.

"I can see that." You chuckle. She turns around quickly, big frown on her face.

"It's not funny. This has never happened before." She whines.

"It's a little funny. I mean, who would've thought an amazing chef like you would burn some plain ol bagels?" You tease, tilting your face down to press a kiss to her hair.

She pinches your sides a little too hard in warning.

"Okay, okay! Come on, I'll do the bagels. The bacon smells amazing though, you should go check up on those." You suggest, watching Tara brighten up at your praise comically fast.

You can almost see the imaginary lightbulb spark above her head.

"Yes. That's what I'll do." She grins, sauntering over to her bacon and eggs. She turns back quickly as if she just remembered something.

"But not because you told me to." She says, a mischievous grin on her lips. You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.

She picks up her phone from the counter, presses play on a song.

It fits the energy nicely. Sort of slow, sort of upbeat. It's very romantic though.

She senses it too, you can tell by the way she snakes her hand around your waist and pulls you closer for a dance.

It might look a little silly from an outsider's perspective, you'll admit that, but it fills you with warmth.

It's times like these you want to use those cringy words couples are always describing their feelings with. You feel fuzzy. You want to forget about everything else in the world and focus on her.

"Tsk. tsk. Lovebirds, outta the way, I'm starving!" Mindy exclaims, popping out from god knows where. You frown a little at the intrusion.

She hurries over to the fridge, grabs a stray piece of bacon on her way there; earning her a light slap from Tara.

She rummages through the fridge, moving things left and right and out and in again.

"What's got you so excited?" Tara asks, sharing a look with you. Mindy doesn't turn as she answers.

"Not excited, I'm getting prepared. Can't defeat Ghostface with an empty stomach, can I?" She replies jokingly.

It's enough to ruin the mood. It makes you remember it's not just you and Tara in this world, and absolutely nothing is currently fine.

You straighten, clear your throat. Then turn to Tara, hoping you can still pretend to live in the moment.

"Shall we have breakfast, m'lady?" You ask, bowing dramatically.

You can tell it doesn't work. Tara's eyes darken again.

"Yeah...yeah. Let's." She says, sending you a small smile and pulling out your chair for you.

You squeeze her hand three times and try to send her a secret signal. She smiles a little, returning with three squeezes of her own.

-

You're quiet most of the ride to your apartment. The seven of you are crammed into Sam's little SUV; knees pressed together uncomfortably.

"What's the plan again?" You ask, trying to relieve some of the anxiety that's forming inside you with a distraction. The untimely news about your father had shaken you a bit, leaving you with no memory whatsoever of the plan the rest of the gang had made.

Tara's the one who answers you.

"We call Ghostface, get him to come to your apartment. You, me, Sam, and Chad will be waiting. Try to get him to fall for the trap, cage him up, shoot him and then we chop chop and pretend this never happened for the rest of our lives." She says simply, with all the chill of someone who's planning a holiday vacation.

When you get to the apartment, Sam equips herself with a net gun, the most important weapon; because she claims she's the only one who can use it. She's not wrong about that.

When she hands out the rest of the weapons to the group, you can tell she sees the hesitance on your face. You're tired. Not ready to fight.

The only weapon she gives you is a tiny pocket knife.

There's a trap set up right at the front door, and if all hell goes loose, there's a secret gun stashed in your bedroom.

You're not confident in the plan, not at all. There's way too much assuming what Ghostface will do when you all know he's a deranged psycho with a mind of his own.

By the time you get there, trap at the front door set, you're shaking. It's an unfortunate habit, really. You feel the dull ache in your stomach get worse with anxiety.

You're all standing smack dab in the middle of your living room. Nobody's relaxed enough to sit down.

Mindy, Ethan, Anika and Danny are situated together somewhere downstairs, in hiding. Ready to signal to you guys if they see anything suspicious.

You told them that you shouldn't split up, and safety was in numbers; but alas, the four of them had refused.

"Don't worry. We'll be safe." Ethan had said to you before he left, quickly following behind the other three with a skip in his steps.

Now, Tara inches closer to you, obviously sensing your turmoil. She grabs both your hands in hers and brings them up to her lips to kiss each of your knuckles. Her face is tight, determined.

"I'm gonna kill this fucker for what he did to you." She whispers, low enough for no one else but you to hear.

Normally, you'd laugh and quip back that she's way too tiny and weak for that, but the way she's looking at you; all mad and worked up sends shivers down your spine.

You open your mouth to tell her you'd happily do the same for her, but the indistinct sound of a phone ringing beats you to it.

Sam looks down at the contact and her expression turns unreadable. She sends all of you a final 'you ready?' look.

"Hello, Samantha." Comes the raspy voice out of Sam's phone.

"Hi." Sam grits out, grip so hard around the net gun that her knuckles turn white.

It's quiet for too long, almost like Ghostface is unsure of what to say. You raise an eyebrow internally.

Wasn't Ghostface supposed to be like super witty and stuff?

"Hey fuckface, would you mind telling us where you are? I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You say, voice light; sort of teasing. Tara grips your hand hard in support.

"Oh, YN...you didn't think I didn't know about your little plan did you?" Ghostface drawls and all four of you pale almost collectively.

"Plan? We just want to meet the fucker that wants to kill us," Sam says, eyes darting back and forth between your windows.

"Why don't you show yourself hm? Or are you too much of a pussy that you can't even fight me face to face?" She taunts, and you try to bite back the surprise on your face at her tone. She's serious, snarl on her face, fire evident in her eyes type of serious. It scares you a little.

What scares you even more is that you agree with her. There's something stirring deep in you, the feeling of ever losing Tara, the random uncalled DNA test, the fact that this fucker wants to take you away from her.

It's never going to happen.

You're about to open your mouth and bully the hell out of Ghostface when a loud shrill scream cuts you off.

You can feel the atmosphere change immediately.

It's not like your first night up on the roof with Tara now, you know what you're supposed to do. Or at least you kind of know.

You dart out the front door, leaping past the trap door you've made and practically sprint down the flights of stairs.

You can hear the three of them close behind you, footsteps hurried.

"Guys?" You call out.

There's a thumping sound and an animalistic groan. It makes you run even faster.

You round the corner to see Danny pressed up against a wall, Ghostface too close for comfort and thrashing wildly.

He's putting up a good fight, dodging and throwing in punches when he can; but it's clear who has the upper hand here.

"Hey, fuckface! Get away from my girlfriend's sister's boyfriend!" You yell, as loud as you can.

Damn, that's wordy.

You grip Ghostface's shoulders, using as much force as you can to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze in an attempt to try and pry him off Danny. You manage to throw him back, and quickly steady your feet as he tries to take a sloppy swing at you.

"Danny, where's the rest of them?" You question, looking around to see no sight of Ethan, Anika nor Mindy.

Ghostface surges at you again, and you dive to the side, kicking him in the side.

"I don't know, they just left." He says, sounding exasperated. You scrunch your eyebrows at his statement.

You see Sam behind Ghostface, ready with a beer bottle in her hand.

Huh, wonder where she got that.

She slams it down on his head hard, and Ghostface lets out a whimper. He swings madly at the both of you, not letting you approach. Then, he dashes out the lobby door before you guys can do anything.

You see the internal conflict in Sam's eyes. She wants to follow Ghostface, but she also wants to check up on Danny and his sort of worrying-looking wound.

"Stay with him. I'll follow Ghostface." You say, your tone authorative. You know she needs to hear it right now.

"Absolutely not." Tara pipes up, rushing up to you and putting her hands on your waist.

As if that was going to stop you.

You lean down quickly and press a kiss on her cheek.

"I have to go. Like right now. Or else we're going to lose him." You murmur, rub her back comfortingly. You can tell she's about to open her mouth and argue again, but Chad beats her to it.

"I'll go with her, don't worry Tara." He announces. He grabs you by the arm and urges you forward.

You mouth a quick 'love you' to Tara and run out the front lobby door, Chad in tow.

It's not hard at all to guess where the three of them could've gone. You notice the splatter of blood beneath your feet immediately; signal it to Chad.

"Holy shit." He whispers.

It's a lot. It has to be at least a gallon of blood, paving a clear way, hand prints and feet prints crazy and wild.

There's a spluttering sound to the left of you where the blood trail starts getting bigger and thicker. In big, random splotches till it stops right in front of a bush.

It would be a good hiding spot, if it weren't for the liquid painting everything crimson.

You round the big bush, weary; scared of what you might find. The pocket knife is pressed hard in your hand.

"Ethan?" You say as you see the brunette boy propped up against a wall, hiding behind the bush, hands pressed to a wound at his ribcage.

He looks extremely close to death. Like the grim reaper is five seconds away to coming and sucking the life out of him type of dead.

You don't waste a second. You rush over, fall to your knees, already feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"No no no, please." You murmur to no one in general, gripping and slapping at Ethan's shoulders, trying to get him awake.

His eyes are half-lidded, breath coming in in short sharp gasps.

You turn sharply, scream at Chad to get down here. You make him press at Ethan's wound further while you grab desperately at your shirt and ripping a piece off.

"YN." Ethan croaks, trying to get you to look at him.

There's no time, you can't. You can't let him go, not when you've just started to get to know him. Your closest friend, under you, bleeding out slowly.

There's no use trying to stop the tears now, tears stream down your face, blurring your vision.

You take the cloth in your hands and wrap it around his wound, tight, in hopes of stopping the bleeding.

It's too late, you all know it. He's already lost too much blood. He shakes a little and it makes you look up.

He's laughing.

He doesn't get to do it for very long, because blood is trickling out his mouth and choking him.

"Please, Ethan. I need you. Please don't go." You plead, taking his hand in yours and squeezing as hard as possible.

You feel the faintest squeeze before his hand falls entirely limp.

"I love you." He whispers, and then he closes his eyes. It looks almost peaceful, like he's falling asleep after a long day.

You're sobbing now. There's nothing holding you back, just pure carnal screams.

Chad sits, hands limp at his sides. Like he doesn't know what to do. He's crying too, you notice, but it's hard to see anything through your hazy vision.

You know they were close too, to the point where Chad was comfortable enough to introduce Ethan to the rest of the gang.

You feel hot, and the sadness switches to anger fast. You feel enraged.

You stand up, look both ways.

"Ghostface! Show yourself you fucker, or I'm going to hunt you down and gut you myself." You yell, hands gripping the pocket knife so hard the handle sinks between your fingers a little.

Immediately you hear something coming from the back of you. You're knocked back and stumble onto the pavement, a blur of black and white on top of you.

Your heart picks up till you feel like it might explode. Ghostface's taking your arms and placing them above your head, trying to stop you from moving.

You scream as he takes his knife and slices open the wound on your stomach once again, not too deep for it to be fatal; but enough for you to feel like you want to die.

He gets knocked over by Chad, who's standing arms flexed and ready for more fighting if necessary.

You roll over, get as close to Ghostface as you can, and try to sink the pocket knife into his chest.

You hit something hard and furrow your brows, trying with all your might to press down so you can finally kill the fucker.

He's wearing a bulletproof vest, you realize all at once, and try to change the directions of your knife.

It's too late, because he's recovering already. Ghostface reaches down to grab at your shoulder wound. You hiss, retracting immediately at the pain.

He takes that opportunity to get up and flee, but not before aiming a knife to Chad and throwing, ninja style.

"Yeah, flee you pathetic coward." You growl, taking Chad's extended hand and getting up.

"Guys?" You hear Sam call out, somewhere somewhat close.

"We're over here!" Chad yells out, and it takes only moments before you see the three of them running towards you; faces distraught.

Sam and Danny slow down halfway when they see that there's no immediate danger, but Tara picks up her pace, rushing towards you and all but flings herself into your arms.

You wince, but hold her tight.

She pulls back when she feels the thick sticky liquid painting her own shirt red. Her hands dart to cup your face, deep frown on her lips.

"You got hurt again." And her voice cracks as if she might cry.

"I'm okay." You try and reassure, tilting your face and kissing her hard.

You pull back, too quick for her liking.

"Ethan." You mumble, suddenly feeling weak in the knees.

"Ethan what?" She asks, trying to wipe the blood off your face.

"He's dead." Chad answers, voice hollow.

Tara's face changes immediately. She knows how close you were with him.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry." She whispers, rubbing comforting circles at the top of your head. You bend down, bury yourself in the crook of her neck so she doesn't have to see you cry.

You sniff slightly.

"So like...what do we do with the body?" Danny pipes up.

"We'll call the police. No use calling the ambulance now." Sam answers, eyeing you while she says the second part of her sentence.

You don't react, trying to block out the noises around you and focus on Tara. You think you might break down if you don't.

"Where's Anika and Mindy?" Tara asks softly, moving her hands to rub at your back now.

"I don't know." You mumble, shake your head to affirm your statement.

No one says anything for a long moment, but everyone's thinking the same thing.

"You guys don't think...Anika and Mindy are the killers do you?" Chad asks, a little hesitant. He sounds in disbelief.

Sam moves to touch his bicep lightly, trying to offer him some comfort. He leans into her touch, shoulders sagged and defeated.

"We don't know," She says, "but we should find them. Before we make any assumptions. Tara, call YN an ambulance.  The rest of you follow me."

There's always a sense of authority in Sam's voice that makes you want to follow, want to believe in her.

Tara nods at her sister, and leads you onto the edge of a sidewalk where you can sit freely.

She walks away to call the ambulance, and you watch as the rest of them walk away; till their silhouettes look the size of an ant.

You turn your attention to the road in front of you, the busy city. Not a single person bats an eye your direction, and you wonder how not a single person had come to your aid when you were screaming for your life.

"God, I hate people." You say as Tara sits down beside you.

"Me too." She says with no hesitance. You turn your head to look at her.

You think you understand her trauma a little bit better now. You can't even imagine doing all this a second time.

Your girlfriend really was a special kind of person.

She smiles at you softly, and the lamps above you light her face nicely.

"We'll be okay." She says, and squeezes your hand three times.

You hum but don't say anything. Squeeze it back three times.

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[moonstruckme]

hiii! idk if i already requested this because I'm very forgetful but do you think you could do a tasm!peter fic with a bit of hurt/comfort? maybe r's just really burnt out and tired from school and studying and stress? thank u sm <3 i adore your work

No worries dude, you didn't! Thanks sm for requesting <33

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 681 words

Peter sets your coffee down in front of you with a kiss to the top of your head. You raise it to your lips on autopilot, blowing gently. 

“Thanks,” you murmur. 

“No sweat.” His hand lingers on your shoulder. Instead of going back to his video game, he leans down to peer at your laptop screen. “Hey, this isn’t Jane Austen.” 

“No,” you confirm. Ordinarily, this is where you’d think up something witty to say. Like you would know the difference, science geek or I didn’t know you knew how to read words that didn’t end in -ion. You find you don’t have the energy. “I turned in the Austen essay earlier today. This one’s for my Flannery O’Connor class.” 

“What?” Peter’s voice pitches upward excitedly. He tugs your shoulder so you’re facing him, crowding your eyeline. “Baby, that’s amazing! You’re done!”

“I’m not done,” you say, covering your disappointment with a shrug and a small smile. “I still have this essay due by the end of the week.” 

“But you’re done with the Austen one!” Your boyfriend won’t allow his ebullience to be dampened, giving your shoulder a happy squeeze. “You worked on that for days, sweetheart, it must feel so great to have it turned in.”

You take another sip of your coffee, refocusing on the blinking cursor on your screen. Your eyes ache. “Yeah, I guess so.” 

“Hey.” Peter’s hand cuts across your vision, turning your face back towards him. “You deserve to celebrate at least a little, don’t you think? How long do you have until this essay is due?” 

“A couple days.” 

“Sick.” His touch leaves your cheek, and you hear the click of your laptop shutting. “Take the night off.” 

“Peter.” Your sigh is long and heavy. You swear you feel some essential part of you leave with it. “I can’t. I need to get this done.” 

He works his hand between your back and the desk chair, encouraging you out of it. “You’ve got plenty of time to do it,” he reassures you, palm finding its favored spot on the small of your back to guide you towards the sofa. “I felt weird about giving you coffee at night anyways. We’ll switch it out for some tea, get cozy on the couch, just take it easy for the night. You could use a break.” 

You really could, but you’re not sure you can afford one. You cast a glance back toward your laptop, abandoned and beckoning with a cold imperativeness from your desk. “Let me just get this paragraph down…” 

But Peter is determined, setting one hand on each of your shoulders to push you down onto the cushions. “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” he says, sitting next to you and settling you against his side before you can try to get up. He tilts his head as he meets your gaze, brown eyes sharp and more discerning than you think you’re comfortable with. “Look, I wasn’t gonna pull this card, but you’re not acting like yourself. This whole quiet and ghostlike thing is freaking me out.” 

He turns up a corner of his mouth to let you know he’s at least partly joking. You crack a smile in return. Peter pecks your cheek and goes on, encouraged. 

“Just give me tonight, sweetheart. If you wanna go back to Flannery at nine tomorrow morning, I won’t stop you, but give yourself at least a few hours off.” 

You shouldn’t be surprised he’d remembered which class your essay was for, but you are. You suspect that if you looked hard enough, you’d eventually find an encyclopedia your boyfriend has filled with tiny things to remember about you. It’s the only explanation. 

You really are tired. 

“Okay,” you say, and he actually fist-pumps, your favorite dork. “Just let me make the tea, okay? You never steep it long enough.” 

Peter rolls his eyes, smiling as he kisses the skin next to your eye. “Such a perfectionist,” he says fondly. “How about I make us hot chocolate instead, and then you won’t have to worry about it?” 

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[ashwhowrites]

your requests are open again! yuuupi!!! so can i? like, kas!eddie x reader, as if after the upside down reader discovers her pregnancy (she and eddie used to date), and when Eddie comes back to her he is very different, and then she has to explain to him why the swelling in her belly.., can you do a happy ending? 🥹

My amazing boyfriend explained Kas!eddie( my smart baby) to me and gave me a few options on how to write the character. I hope this is what you were looking for! I'm sorry it's a tad short

Never proofread

Swelling

Y/N was still grieving with the loss of her boyfriend, Eddie Munson. Just barely a week ago she was cradling his bloody dead body in her arms and now she's holding a positive pregnancy test. She felt herself breaking down again. She lost Eddie forever, but at least now she'll have a part of him.

As the next few months passed, she began to prepare for her son. Her belly was growing every day and the nursery was almost finished. She's been trying to enjoy her pregnancy the best that she could, but she always felt sad about doing it alone. She and Eddie dreamed of having kids once they made it out of Hawkins, but she was stuck here. She couldn't make herself leave, knowing he died here she couldn't leave him behind.

If he didn't make it out of Hawkins, she wouldn't either.

~~~

Eddie wasn't sure what happened to him. He woke up gasping for air in the middle of nowhere. Trees surrounded him along with the darkness. The ground was wet as he struggled to stand up. His body felt like it hadn't moved in years. Every bone felt like it was breaking as he moved around. His ears heard every sound, his eyes moved quickly but saw every tiny detail, and he felt so thirsty. He was trying to rank his brain for where he was, any type of hint to the past to tell him why he was here. But he couldn't remember a thing.

But his legs were taking him somewhere. It was like he was being called to a location and blindly obeying. He found himself outside a small trailer, a shadow of someone inside moving around. It was as if he could hear exactly where they were.

He wasn't sure how long he stood outside, but the shadow he was watching got bigger and then disappeared. Then the front door swung open, a girl carrying out a bag, she waddled down the stairs. She threw the bag into a tin can, looked up, and locked eyes. Eddie felt a pull towards her, his legs erasing the distance between them.

"Eddie?" She asked, in shock as she saw the love of her life standing in front of her. He looked different. He looked so pale, drained, dark spots under his eyes.....his eyes...were so dead. She felt herself reaching for him, her hand carefully touching his cheek.

"Y/N?" Eddie asked, his voice cracking like he hasn't used it in days. He recognized her. She flashed in his head over and over. Her touch felt familiar and safe.

"What happened?" She asked, moments after she dragged him inside and covered him in blankets. He stared blankly at her.

"I don't know. I woke up in the middle of nowhere and was led here. I remember you or the feeling of you. But I can't remember anything else." He explained, so she tried to explain. She talked about how they met, the gang, what happened in the upside-down, and how he died.

He tried to focus but all he could hear was two heartbeats. They were beating rapidly. Eddie zoned in on her, why did she have two heartbeats?

She was in the middle of explaining the aftermath when he spoke up, "Why is there a beating in your stomach?"

She froze mid-sentence, a small giggle leaving her lips as he stared at her stomach. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her swollen bump. His hand moved around her stomach, leaning down as he rested his head against it.

"I'm pregnant Eddie. I have our baby growing inside of me. I'm around six months." She explained, her hands working through his dirty hair.

"A baby?" Eddie smiled

"Yeah, a baby boy. I was going to name him Eddie, I didn't think I'd ever see you again." She whispered, holding back her tears as Eddie nuzzled against her stomach.

"I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere." He promised, kissing her stomach as he leaned up and pecked her lips.

"He'll be so excited to meet you." She cried, smiling as Eddie continued to stare at her stomach like a puppy.

He still didn't know what fully happened to him and he couldn't remember the details Y/N told him about. But he knew he was exactly where he needed to be.

~~~

Eddie still wasn't sure what was wrong with him, he always felt like someone or something was watching him.

He was always so thirsty, it didn't matter how much water he chugged. His throat was always dry and he felt starved.

But he tried to push it in the back of his head. Focusing on that his girlfriend's stomach was growing and she was about to pop soon.

He wasn't sure about the world still, learning the basics of things and learning everyone's name again. A kid named Dustin seemed the most pleased he was alive, talking in his ear as he told him all about who he was before his death. Steve and Nancy described what happened to him and what the upside down was. Robin told him all about Vecna.

But he read every pregnancy and baby book possible, preparing himself for the next chapter in his life. He was excited about his future, grateful he got another chance.

But at what price?

"Wake up, Kas. Wake up!"

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[variety-fangirl]

Our Baby / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Part 2 here

Summary: You find out you're pregnant with Rafe's baby, he tells you all the time he can't wait to start a family with you. So, when you tell him the news, nervous but planning to keep the baby, he reacts in the way you hoped he wouldn't.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS angst, bit of fluff towards the end, a tiny sprinkle of smut.

Author's note: randomly thought up the plot at 2am one night and just knew I had to write it. I hope you guys enjoy it! Liking, reblogging, and commenting give me feedback so it would be appreciated! :D Bit of a long one. Two time jumps in this one.

Word count: 3.7k

You stared down at the plastic stick in your hands, completely shocked by the realisation of what this meant. A baby, you couldn't believe it. The test read 6 weeks, shocking you further as you had no idea. You had begun vomiting more than usual and feeling awful, and you'd missed your period by 2 or so weeks. You didn't think anything of it but wanted to check to be safe, so you grabbed two tests on the way home.

You'd been waiting for Rafe to come home and needed to pee, so you went and did the test. That was twenty minutes ago and you were still sitting in the bathroom, on the closed toilet seat with the test in hand. It just didn't feel real, it hadn't quite hit you fully yet. You gathered both positive tests and brought them into Rafe's room where you hid them in the drawer on your side.

You sat on the bed with a sigh, and you looked down at your stomach with a small smile. You placed your hand on your stomach and lay back on the bed, you rub your stomach gently, "Hi baby, I'm your momma. I'm scared but I'm excited, you just stay happy in there okay?" You spoke to your stomach with a smile, already feeling happiness take over your body.

You and Rafe had many conversations about starting a family in future, after being together for three years now it was only natural. Rafe had spoken about wanting kids with you and that he couldn't wait, so you were sure he would be equally excited when you'd tell him later. You got comfortable in the bed, suddenly feeling exhausted from the shock of today.

You lay in bed with Rafe on top of you, you giggled as he scattered kisses all over your face, neck and chest. You wriggled in his grip squealing with laughter at the tickles of his lips. "I yield! I yield!" You laughed, settling as he stopped his loving assault. Rafe hovers over you, his smiling face inches from yours. "I can't wait to start a family with you, you'll be such an amazing mother." He mumbles into your neck, trailing kisses along the exposed skin.

You hummed in pleasure, the feeling wonderful. "and you'd make an amazing father." You smiled, feeling the happiest you'd ever been. Rafe lifts his head with a large smile on his face and leans slowly to kiss you. Your lips moved together in sync, a little tongue being added sensually. The kiss was slow but passionate, expressing the love and intimacy between you.

"What names do you like for a baby?" You asked curiously, wanting to know if you agreed on names. He lay down on the bed next to you, both facing the other on your sides. He seemed to think for a moment, "for a boy I like Hunter, Luke, and Alec. And for a girl, I like Aliyah or Lucy." He smiled, seeming happy with his choices. You thought over the names, liking a few. "I like those! Good picks haha." You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.

This time it became heated and needy, Rafe immediately got on top of you. You were both still naked from your recent activities. "Shall we get some practice for the real thing?" He asked breathless, a smirk on his face. You giggled, "I like the sound of that." Rafe entered you slowly, you both groaned at the feeling. Rafe lifted your leg onto his waist, "god I love you, you'll be one sexy mama." he moaned breathly. You moaned and threw your head back, fingers interlacing, "I love you too." You moaned.

You put down your book at the sound of the bedroom door opening, having woken up from your nap half an hour ago. You placed your bookmark in between the pages and put it on the bedside table. Rafe walked over with a smile, happy to be home and to see you. You smiled as your boyfriend leaned in for a kiss, eager to touch him in any way you could. You were slightly nervous to tell him the news, what if he doesn't actually want it? you wanted it, so you would do what was needed for your baby.

Rafe sat next to you on the bed, pulling you in for a cuddle. You wanted to wait a little bit, just in case, his reaction wasn't good. "how was your day?" you asked, looking up at him whilst your head lay on his chest. "it was alright, had drinks with Topper and Kelce. Almost had a fight with the pogues." He spat the last part out, having a distaste for the group.

You had no issue with the group and had even hung out with them a few times. Not that Rafe knew, he would be unhappy if he did. You and Sarah were good friends, she was your best friend and someone you cared about deeply. She had come with you to get the test and sat with you in the bathroom for the first ten minutes, leaving when you'd asked for time alone to process the information.

She was in her room, saying to just walk in if you needed anything. "How was your day?" he asked, stroking your face lovingly as he looked into your eyes. You felt your stomach churn with nerves, you sat up on the bed with Rafe following. "I have something I need to tell you." You could see the cogs turning in his head, he looked confused yet intrigued by what you would say.

You took a deep breath and stood up, you opened the drawer and pulled out both tests. You paced the one to Rafe and put the other in your pocket to take home with you. Rafe took the test from your hand, a shocked look on his face. You bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. He stared at it for a good minute, not saying a word. Your nerves began picking up when you noticed he didn't look happy, shit.

You were panicking at this point, "please say something Rafe." you whispered. He finally looked up at you with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. You gulped, "you don't look happy." you muttered. You took a step back as he placed the test on the bed and stood up. "happy? why would I be happy y/n? we aren't ready to be parents!" he yelled, making you flinch and step back unintentionally.

"I know this isn't exactly great timing but we always talk about starting a family at some point, I thought you would be happy. Guess not." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, in the future! not now, for fuck sake y/n! Are you going to get rid of it?" he questioned, his eyes staring you down. You looked at him shocked, "no. I'm keeping it, I want our baby." you clarified, watching his face fall to one of anger.

"Well, I don't fucking want it so clearly we're done. So go." just like that, three years of a relationship were shattered by twelve words, your whole world crumbling in front of you. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you plastered a strong expression on your face. "Fine, if you want to throw us away like I meant nothing to you then I will." you grabbed all your belongings into your travel bag and took one last look at Rafe. He was staring at you, for a moment you thought you saw a flash of sadness and regret, but as quickly as you saw it, it was gone.

You walked to Sarah's room and knocked on the door, walking in when she allowed you. You stood in the middle of her room, not planning to stay long. "hey! How did it-" she didn't get to finish her sentence, your tears were already falling. She sighed and opened her arms for you, you ran to her and clung to her. "shhh it's okay, we'll figure this out. I'll be there every step of the way, okay?" she reassured you, resting her cheek on your head and rubbing your arm.

You sobbed in her arms for a good five minutes, until they finally stopped enough for you to talk. "He was so unhappy Sar, you should have seen him." your voice was broken, cracking as you spoke. "It's going to be okay, he'll come to his senses. I'm sure he's just scared." she tried her hardest to reassure you but you honestly couldn't believe the words she spoke.

-

By the time you got home, it was late, and you repeatedly kept checking your phone for messages or calls, despite it being on loud. You climbed into bed, clean from a long hot shower. The pregnancy test sat on your bedside table, you still had to tell your parents. You sighed, pulling the covers up to your chest. You stared at the ceiling, tears clouding your vision once again.

You looked down at your stomach, placing your hands on the clothed area and smiled sadly. "don't worry, everything will be okay. I will make sure you have everything you need and don't go without. Hopefully, your dad will come around and want you just as much as I do." you whispered to your baby, a single tear running down your cheek. You lay there comfortably, staring up at the ceiling with your hand nestled on your stomach.

Three months had gone by, you were coming up on five months pregnant and you were really starting to show. Sarah had meant what she said, and was helping you every step of the way, not that you had doubted her. She had gone with you to your twelve-week scan and had been your emotional support when you told your parents, who had been upset by the news but supported you completely.

Things had been hard, Rafe had not contacted you since that night which killed you inside. Sarah had said that he looked lost and kept asking how you were doing but as per your request, she refused to tell him anything other than you were okay. You had spent your time buying baby items you would need, having massive help from your parents. They were quickly warming up to the idea and seemed more excited as you brought home baby items.

You and Sarah decided to go out for food, wanting to just relax for the day and get some sunshine. Sarah continued to go on about wanting to know what gender the baby was, whilst feeling it kick. You decided that you wanted a surprise when you gave birth. You had been out for an hour, enjoying yourself when your whole world felt like it came crumbling down in front of you. You watched as Rafe, Topper, and Kelce came walking into the joint you were at.

They had luckily not spotted either of you. Sarah noticed your change in behaviour and looked at what you were staring at. She quickly understood, "c'mon let's go. I've already paid anyway, let's go back to yours." she grabbed your hand and pulled you away, helping you up. You left as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid catching Rafe's attention, fearful of what could happen. Rafe looked to his left to a table a little distance away, waiting for his beer to drown out his thoughts.

From that point on, you decided that moving away from obx was the best idea, somewhere close but far enough that you won't run into Rafe. Seeing him only brought back the pain you had managed to push deep down for a while, breaking your heart all over again. You couldn't keep doing it. Your parents had a second family home that was rarely ever used, so you asked if you could move into there until you made permanent plans for the future.

Your parents said you could stay there as long as you needed to, excited for the arrival of their grandchild. So you began immediate preparations to move, packing up your stuff straight away. Sarah and Topper offered to help, helping you to pack and take everything over. The house was only an hour away, close to the beach and a nice little town full of decent people. It took you roughly a week to fully move into the new home, not wanting to stress yourself out too much.

You knew your new home would provide solidarity and a place where your child could be safe. It still needed modifying to be baby safe but it was almost there. You would have a happy peaceful life with your baby, without worrying about seeing Rafe or confusing your child with his presence. You hoped that maybe in the future he would change his mind for your baby, he was still the baby's father despite what happened with you both. You would never take away the opportunity for your child to have a relationship with its father. You only wished Rafe would feel the same.

The house was large and spacious, and you were working on the nursery with the help of Sarah. Things were starting to come together and work out perfectly for you. You stood on the wooden decking of your back garden with a hot cup of tea in hand and a good book. You sat on one of the chairs and read while the sunset, the sound of beach waves crashing in the background helped you to feel so calm.

You were trying your best not to dwell on thoughts of Rafe, but he still had a hold on your heart despite what happened. You sighed to yourself and focused on your book, a fantasy romance that was pulling you in. Books allowed you to escape reality, and pretend you were someone else or a different version of yourself. They were your comfort place, always helping to make you feel better and distract you from your troubles.

-

(Six months later):

You were driving down to obx for the weekend to visit your parents and friends so they could see both you and the baby. Hunter sat in his car seat in the back, peacefully sleeping. He was already three months old and everyone adored him, he was loved by many. Hunter was a miniature version of his father, with the same brown hair. It broke your heart and made you happy at the same time.

You hadn't spoken to or seen Rafe at all, although he did drunk call you one night about a month after giving birth to Hunter. He expressed his regrets and said he missed you, you cried yourself to sleep that night. Your parents were having a little gathering at their home to welcome Hunter into the world, inviting a few close people. You were scared of running into Rafe, nervous about how he would react to seeing his son for the first time. You sighed to yourself and accepted whatever would happen.

Rafe watched as Sarah and Topper came down the stairs, looking dressed up. "Where you pair going?" he questioned, unaware of any parties happening. Maybe they have a date or something, he wondered. Sarah and Topper looked at one another nervous, unsure of what to say. "There's a gathering at y/n's parent's house for the baby and y/n," Sarah informed Rafe, watching as his face instantly became saddened. "Oh okay, see you guys later." He turned back around and continued to stare blankly at the boring show that played on the TV.

Sarah and Topper sighed and left, leaving Rafe with his thoughts. He tried to distract himself and not think about y/n or the baby but it became all he could think about for an hour. He groaned aloud to himself and grabbed his keys, he needed to see them both.

You laughed, sitting on the sofa as your mother held Hunter. He was wide awake, gawking at everyone around him. He seemed content with the attention he was receiving. Your parents had organised a barbeque in the garden with drinks and the hot tub was being used. Your friends and a few family members had come over, you were glad for Sarah and Topper's company.

Sarah had been dying to hold and see her nephew, already spoiling him rotten. "I'm going to go grab a beverage, does anyone want anything?" You asked as you stood, everyone, shook their heads 'no'. They were too focused on Hunter, you smiled and placed a kiss on his head as you passed by. You closed the door behind you, not wanting smoke to enter the home. You grabbed some lemonade from the fridge and poured yourself a glass. Just as you were making your way back, there was a knock at the door.

You frowned, assuming everyone had already arrived. You placed your drink down and made your way towards the door. You opened it and were shocked to see a nervous Rafe. Your eyes widened, "Rafe?" you whispered. Your throat suddenly felt dry, and your stomach did a flip. He looked extremely tired, bags under his eyes, yet he still looked incredibly handsome. "What are you doing here?" you questioned, confused by his arrival.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, "umm, I wanted to come by and see you and the baby." you were extremely confused by this. Considering he told you he didn't even want Hunter to begin with. You sighed, "did you want to come in?" you asked, raising a brow. You were trying so hard to keep yourself composed in front of him, you watched as his eyes shone and he nodded.

You stepped aside and let him in, "wait there, I'll be back now." you mumbled. Rafe closed the door behind himself, "okay." he nodded. You made your way to the back garden, your heart had picked up his pace. It was beating much faster than usual, feelings being brought back up. You walked over to your mother, "can I have Hunter please mom?" you asked, holding out your arms.

Your mother happily obliged, passing you your son. You smiled happily down at your sleeping son and made your way to go back inside. Sarah frowned at you confused, "where are you going?" she asked as you stood in the open doorway. "Your brother is here and wants to meet his son." you shrugged to her, watching as her eyes widened and she peered through the glass to see him standing there awkwardly.

She nodded, understanding and squeezed your free hand in reassurance. You smiled and made your way inside, closing the door once again. You gulped as you walked towards Rafe, his eyes widening at the little warm bundle in your arms. You stopped in front of Rafe, "Rafe, meet your son. Do you want to hold him?" you asked, wondering if he'd hold him or run away.

He stared at him amazed, "can I?" he wondered with surprise. You nodded and instructed him how to hold Hunter and support his head. Rafe watched as his son was placed in his arms, Hunter stayed happily asleep. Rafe stared at his son in wonder, "hey little guy. What's his name?" he asked as he looked up at you briefly, returning his gaze to the little human. Rafe stroked his little rosy cheeks gently, careful not to wake him up.

The sight made your heart swell happily but also break, why couldn't he have wanted this, to begin with? "His name is Hunter," you replied, as your voice broke. Remembering the name you picked together, Rafe instantly looked up at you. Tears pricked at his eyes, and the realisation and regret of his actions hit him.

A tear fell from you both, and you quickly wiped it away. "You kept the name I picked?" Rafe's tone was broken and quiet, both unsure of how to assess the situation. "Yeah, of course. I wanted him to have a part of his father." you smiled sadly, looking down at your son. "Do you want to come join the party?" you asked, noticing Rafe seemed quite happy with your son. Rafe looked at you in shock, not expecting you to be so kind towards him, he felt he didn't deserve it after how he treated you.

"C'mon with me, everyone's outside." You ushered Rafe to follow you, watching in amusement as Rafe walked as slow as he could not to wake Hunter. You opened the door and led Rafe outside, everyone seeming shocked at Rafe's arrival. You took your seat, Rafe coming to sit next to you. He felt the need to be as close to both you and his son right now, a strange feeling setting over him. "Hey Rafe, didn't think you'd be joining dude." Topper greeted his friend, breaking the awkward silence.

You gave your parents a look to say 'be nice', your father moved away. Your parents had always liked Rafe, having a good relationship with him until you told them he didn't want the baby. Your mother was hurt but him saying that, she felt Hunter had been given to us for a reason. "Rafe dear, lovely to see you. It's been a while. I see you've met your son." Your mother addressed Rafe, you gave her a thankful smile. She gave you a nod, your mother never let you down.

He looked at her quickly, looking extremely nervous and scared of your mother. You had a keep in your laughter, not wanting to be cruel. "Yeah, it's long overdue." He mumbled, looking back down at his son. Your mother nodded in agreement, "will you be coming by more to see Hunter?" She wondered, making you want to face palm. "Mother." you warned, having not discussed what this visit would mean for the future, "we haven't talked about that so don't pry please." you huffed, rolling your eyes at her intrusiveness.

Rafe chuckled, seemingly not bothered by her forwardness, "it's fine y/n. Me and y/n need to have a talk about future plans, I'm hoping she will allow me to see them both." He looked at you like you were his whole world, you gulped and cleared your throat, your breath catching as you nervously scratched the back of your neck. You were unsure of what to say or do, feelings being resurfaced just from one interaction after nine months of not being near him. What would happen? you had no idea.

#outer banks #fluff #y/n #angst #rafe cameron #obx #obx smut #obx netflix #obx fic #rafe x y/n #rafe imagine #rafe fic #pregnant reader #bestie sarah cameron #sarah cameron #rafe smut

[sundalion]

Sooooo I got inspired by another post (by @selective-insomniac) and I’ve now made a list of all my favourite rottmnt fics I’ve read that I also think you should read.

If your fic is not on the list I either haven’t read it or it just sadly wasn’t on my favourites (doesn’t mean I hated it TvT)

My list of the best Rottmnt fics

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis by a_platypus -Future Leo somehow ends up post Kraang invasion and meets big mama instead of the bois (uhoh)

Midnight Blue by TugboatExpress -leosagi fluff mostly and very cute

we'll meet again, soon by chiangyorange -all the turtles gets to go back from the apocalypse with Casey

I Ain't Happy, but I'm Feeling Glad by Fish -Leo gets cursed and has a lil fight, based of a comic or animatic i cannot find TvT

i think i would prefer the prison dimension by PurpleCatGhost -Leo ends up in the apocalypse instead of home after the Kraang invasion

Alpha Stage by snailsnaps -hehe tiny Donnie hehe (he just had a tiny lab accident it’s fiiiine)

Unfamiliar Familiar by Torable -Michaelangelo from 2012 gets to meet Rise turtles and deal with his trauma

but the grave's gonna have to fight for me by Pachipikachu -awesome Leosagi fic, Usagi is in the battle nexus but also in the pizza place, and Leo is head over heals hdhdjdjdn

The Aftermath by Starrcrossrose -yea this one is fucking tough, take the hurt part in hurt/comfort very seriously ow, only read for your own pain hdjfjskskfk

Ghost in the Shell by AmevelloBlue - 2003 Donatello ends in the Rise universe, gets stuck, and now lives to help the small Rise turtles grow older (hehe dad)

Last Grain Of Sand In The Hourglass by TjLockticon -Old man Leo gets through the portal instead of Leo and the boy is still stuck in the prison dimension, that ain’t stopping the older man tho

too lucky to count by iooiu -Mikey gets to go back post movie against his will and has become a feisty old man and does not want to deal with his now smaller brother Donnie and everyone else

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good by Dandy -Leo gets cursed and his soul kinda separates from his body so the rest thinks his dead and Leo is panicking

Trial and Error by ApatheticRobots -yeah Casey said fuck it and dragged the old man with him to the past, none of the Leo’s really agrees with that choice

Just this once, everybody lives by TheDragonTribes -Mikey says fuck it and takes his whole family home with Casey, but ya know, it’s still the same day as the kraang invasion soooo

odd man out by cosmoscrow -this is the most wholesome you’ll get with an old man Leo being back to his past post movie

Mystic Hands by characcoon -Mikey ends up where Casey should’ve gone and now an angy old man Mikey has to deal with the invasion again

Carapace by SkeletalConstellation -Donnie and the gang messed up on a mission post movie and now Don gets to be momentarily Robot while he fixes himself

Fracturing Time by ofdogsandwriting -Mikey gets to go back post movie and decides his time has come… for retirement :) the boys ain’t having that tho

Quiet Your Mind by daedelweiss -Donnie and Leo gets to fuse in the apocalypse kinda like Steven universe but turtles hdjdjdns it’s a very good oneshot with lots of disaster twins

Rotten Reflections by Nicoforlife -something happened to the disaster twins, making them feral as a survival instinct and ending up in the tmnt 2012 universe with the 12 boys having to deal with some scary Rise twins

A Tale of Spirits by unorthodoxx -They gang touches sometimes they shouldn’t and somehow end up separated widely in the universe of AtLA with the whole Gaang, they however think that the turtles are spirits and it’s a whole adventurous journey (quite a long and amazing read)

unmaking by corvidown -it’s post movie and everything is swell, right up until Donnie starts having a little too realistic nightmares from Casey’s timeline. (Includes 2+ Donatello’s)

At My Worst by teainthesnow -the older apocalyptic version of Leo gets trapped in Leo who has yet to stop the Kraang, absolutely beautiful story hhhh (finished?)

The Eldest Brother by dEBB987 -AMAZING FUCKING RAPH FIC HHHHHH our big bro Raph gets accidentally sent through a portal on a mission into the 12 tmnt universe. Here he struggles with his past traumas while trying to heal whatever 12 has going on in their ‘family’ 10/10 cried cant wait for more.

Like Father Like Son by eternalglitch -oooh gosh Leo gets kidnapped on a pizzarun fort he family by Draxum and the scientist seems to have found one of Donnies inventions that will help him make Leo his perfect little soldier. (Cried hard absolutely destroyed me, it does get better)

Minor interference by bambiraptorx -it’s a fun little fic and the opposite of the above, where Leo and the fam takes up the offer of having Draxum train them, it’s only to absolutely to mess with him tho lol

Never better by less_depresso_more_expresso -amazing Raph fic where she’s raised by good father Draxum, her siblings however are unaware and the younger brothers desperately try to get their sister back from what they assume is an abusive father (it’s surprising lighthearted with triggerwarnings when needed and generally fun to read, feels in character too and so far 10/10)

(I’m so sorry I couldn’t get the links to work, gotta go the old fashioned way hhhhh)

#rottmnt #the scrunklies<3 #rise tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise movie #riseofthetmnt #tmnt #rottmnt fic #tmnt fic #rottmnt fanfiction #fav fanfic #you can see I’ve read the most Leo centred hdhdjsjd #I then stumbled upon mikey fics #i loved those #however #I NEED MORE DONNIE FICS #please recommend #there’s no order in this at all #I don’t have a favourite(lie) #seriously tho #I just went through my history when adding them hdhdjkdkf #it’s full of turtles #yippee 🎉🎉🎉 #rise leo #rise donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #raccoonsturtleaddiction

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A Monstrous Craving: First Selection (Blue Lock)

Such an intense gif oh my-

Hey y'all! Happy April Fools Day! I don't really have any strong feelings about the day, but since today is one of hi-jinks and shenanigans, I figured why not make the most mischievous Blue Lock character of all a fic to celebrate?

This is part 1 of 2 fics I'm writing: This one takes place during the First Selection with Team Z, while the second one will take place during Second Selection (No spoilers in either, just lots of Bachira tickle-related shenanigans) I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing, gang tickles

Summary: Bachira wakes up with only one goal in mind; become the Ultimate Blue Lock Tickle Monster.

Bachira Meguru was a simple, if not whimsical boy.

He loved taking naps throughout the day. He enjoyed canned pineapple and a warm bowl of rice in the morning. He likes drawing dolphins on his things and adores Soccer with every thread in his body.

Oh, and he loved messing with his teammates.

How could he not? 11 different personalities essentially locked in the same room- it was bound to happen, this sudden craving of messing with them. Bachira hadn’t planned it- he simply woke up one morning with a single thought in mind.

“Today- I’m gonna get them all.”

~~~

Fingers worked meticulously through silky red strands. Chigiri was half out of it- despite a shower and leg care that morning, his brain wasn’t quite on yet. The good thing about his current hairstyle was he did it so many times these days it became muscle memory, so there was no need to fight for a spot in the bathroom mirror.

Bachira sat behind him, mesmerized as he worked. He loved watching hair braiding- he used to watch his mom do the same thing to her own hair before gathering her paints, his little boy brain blown as she smoothed it down into a single neat rope. Even now, he couldn’t help but be amazed by how effortless Chigiri made it look.

But right now wasn’t the time to gawk. He had a small window of opportunity.

This hairstyle required both arms up and out of the way, giving Bachria the perfect place to attack. He waited until Chigiri was tucking the last bobby pin against the base before shooting his hands out, going straight for the armpits.

“AH!” Chigiri squealed, falling backwards with a high-pitched yelp. Then he was laughing, squirming to and from against Bachira’s chest as he tried blocking out the mischievous fingers. “Gehahahahahaha! Noooo! Nohoohoho, don’t you dahhahahhare!”

“Good morning, ChiChi! How are you today? Aww, are you ticklish?” Bachria cooed, watching his cheeks go red as he covered his face in mirth, feet kicking. “What lovely hair- is it secure? Just testing out the endurance of it!”

“Bahhahahahchira, cohoohohome ohoohohohon!” Chigiri cried out, all but squeaking when those hands lowered to his ribs. “Plehhahahahhahahse!”

“Hehe, okay~” Bachira retreated, standing up and leaving a now exhausted Chigiri gasping for air against the floor. His hair- to Bachira’s satisfaction- remained the same. “Test complete- that’s a strong braid you got going on! Okay- bye bye!” He turned to leave, barely hearing Chigiri’s muffled curse as he went to find his next victim.

~~~

“Hm?” Gagamaru blinked when he felt a tap on his arm, turning to find-

Nothing. There was no one there.

“Is that you, Naruhaya?” He asked casually, figuring the tiny player was hiding in his blind spot. Another tap, this one on his elbow. He turned, and still- there was no one. “I’m not giving you food. I don’t even have any on me right now.”

Silence. Maybe he was being haunted?

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Another tap, this one on his lower back. Twisting- he found Naruhaya sitting by. “Found you!” He ran up, missing the fact the younger boy was sitting way too far to be the culprit, and grabbed his sides- squeezing gently. “What are you up to, you food thief?”

“Aheheahhahahaha! Whahahhahait, I dihihihiidn’t ehehehehven mohohohohove!” Naruhaya cried, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink as he squirmed and giggled in Gagamaru’s clutches. “I prohohoohoohmise!”

“Yeah right- you keep tapping me and running. I know your tricks.” Gagamaru moved a hand to his belly, making him squeal. “Confess, and I’ll let you be.”

“BUUHUHUHUT I DHIIHIHIHN’T DOOHOOHOH IT!”

“Keep on saying that-” Something brushed his shoulders, making the bigger boy shoot up. Forgetting to tickle, he turned- finding nothing once more. Okay- he was definitely haunted.

“What’s going on? Are you bullying Naruhaya, Gaga-chan?” Bachira tsked, walking up with a secret smile. Ah- there’s his ghost. “That’s not very nice of you. Naru-chan? Wanna get him back?”

“Yehehahhahah!” Naruhaya didn’t need to be told twice, already standing.

“Wait…don’t do it…” Gagamaru held up his hands, but the pair were already on him, fingers flying over his torso. He tried fighting back, but then Bachira found that same spot against his shoulder blades and it was all over. “Oh nohohohoohohooho!”

“Oh yes!” Bachira giggled, stepping back as Naruhaya took over, giggling along with him. Good luck, Gaga-chan! Now, who's next…?”

~~~

“X”

“Oh come ON!”

“What? ‘X’ is a fair guess!”

“Just how many words do you know that have an ‘X’ in them?”

“Xenomorph, X-Ray, Excalibur-”

“IT’S SIX LETTERS!”

“Guys, calm down.” Kuon sighed from his spot, shaking his head as he drew a foot on the hanging stick figure. “Unfortunately, ‘X’ is not on the list. Wanna buy a vowel?”

“Told you.” Raichi rolled his eyes at Iemon, crossing his arms across his chest as he glared at the notepad. So far, the six spaces contained a “O”, a “T” and a “R”. “Eh..sure. Give me a- “YEE!”

“‘YE’ is two letters.” Kuon raised a brow. “Which one?”

Raichi twisted around, rubbing his sides. He swore someone just poked him in the ribs. “Hang on- What the hell, Iemon? Why are you trying to sabotage?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” The goalie squawked in shock, eyes widening at the accusation. “Tell him, Kuon!”

“Really- he didn’t move.” Kuon nodded, tilting his head. “What’s up?”

“...Nothing- forget it. I’m guessing ‘E’” Raichi waved it off, a pinch of smugness in his chest when Kuon wrote it in. “See? I’m good at guessing!”

“If you're so good, why not go for the word then?” Iemon asked, turning to the paper. “Actually- I’ll do it. I know the answer!”

“Take a shot!” Kuon got ready. Iemon opened his mouth to speak-

And what came out was a string of giggles.

“...What?” Raichi blinked when the other settled, face on fire.

“I-something- that was…” Iemon stammered. “Nevermind. I’m guessing..’P’?”

“Close, but no.” Kuon popped the marker cap, going to draw a leg. “Not a bad gue-AHH!” His hand slipped, cutting across the paper when he felt two fingers drill into the center of his ribs. Now the little stick man had an elongated broken leg. “What the-”

“Ah! Fuhuhuhuck! No dohoohohn’t!” Raichi hooted when hands attacked his hips, squeezing from behind. Iemon blinked, catching a blur of brown-blond hair.

“Bachi-Gahahhahahaha!” Iemon spasmed when his ribs were once again attacked, this time lingering. “Whahahhahahht?”

“Huh? What-Ehehehehehehhe! Kuon arched with a giggle, notepad flying out of his hands as he tried guarding his armpits, feeling them prodded at.

It went as quickly as it came, leaving the three to stare at one another in wide eyed shock.

What the hell just happened?

~~~

Kunigami let out a slow breath as he positioned himself parallel to the mats. His muscles pulsed, sweat dripping off his bare chest as he began his one armed pushups. The gym was uncharacteristically quiet- usually one or two people would wander in at this hour to get a quick run or lift some weights. Today- Kunigami figured- everyone else was simply too tired to do it.

“KUNI!”

“SHIT-”

Nevermind then.

Bachira laughed gleefully as he watched Kunigami faceplant, groaning softly against the worn-in mats. “Wow- look at you, using one arm! Trying to show off?” He waltzed over and grabbed a nearby towel, tossing it across Kunigami’s back before taking a seat. “Why not wait until he comes in?”

Kunigami didn’t ask who “he” was, nor did he complain about the additional weight against his back. Instead, he adjusted himself so he was pushing with both hands, resuming his workout. “I don’t just do this for attention, Meguru. I do it because I love it.” Kunigami grunted some as Bachira adjusted, lying across his back and evening out the weight distribution.

“But you like it though? ChiChi watching you?” He teased, grinning when Kunigami’s neck flushed.

“...Maybe.”

“Admit it!” Bachira giggled, dropping his hands down and clawing at the softer parts of Kunigami’s belly. “You like ChiChi watching you!”

“Ah!” Kunigami yelped as he hit the mat again, catching himself on his elbows so he didn’t break Bachira’s fingers. “Stahahhap! Stop thahahhahat! Bahahhachiraahhahaha!”

“Admit it first! You like Chigiri! Say it! Say it!” Bachira cooed at him, hanging on as the other tried twisting this way and out of his grip. “Say it or I won’t stop tickling you!”

“Ahehahha! Fihiihihne! Pfft- Geahhaha! Fihiihihine, you wihiihhiihn!” Kunigami cried, tapping the mat repeatedly. “I like hiihihim, now stahhahap!”

Bachira did as promised, pulling his hands back and standing. “Knew it. Don’t wait too long to tell him now. He just might like you back.”

“Like who back?” As if the devil himself had been called. Bachira grinned at Chigiri’s confused expression, winking at Kunigami as he made his way towards the door.

~~~

“Want some?”

“No way.”

“Come on!” Igarashi groaned, bowing his head in plea as he presented his pickled radish. “One trade? I won’t ask again!”

“Dude, no way! Pickled Radish makes my breath stink. How the hell am I to pick up girls like that?” Yudai shook his head, leaning away from the dish. “Besides- it’s not like I’ve got anything better.” On his own tray were two soft boiled eggs. “I’m starting to hate eggs…”

“It’s not like we’re going to be meeting any girls while we’re here! Plus it taste’s alright!” Igarashi gave him his best big eyes. “I haven’t had soft boiled eggs on rice in so long! I’m craving them!”

“Move up in rank and you’ll have them then.” Yudai rolled his eyes, breaking a yolk over his rice. His stomach turned at the sight. “Nevermind. Here.” He traded.

“Yes! Thank you so much, Yudai! I’ll never forget you after you eventually lose!” Igarashi cheered, taking his eggy rice.

“What the hell does that even mean?” He rolled his eyes before taking the radish. Well- at least it was new.

“Hey guys!” Bachira bounced over, leaning in so he was between them. “Whatcha doing?”

“Making ourselves like this stuff.” Yudai poked at his tray, nose twitching as Igarashi devoured his rice. “Hey, do you like pickled Radish?”

“Mm..nah.” Bachira shook his head. “But you know what I do like?”

“What?” Yudai raised a brow, Igarashi putting down his bowl in equal curiosity.

No warning was given. Bachira simply put his arms around both their waists and attacked.

“AH! Ahehahahahhahaha, nohohohohoho come ohohohohn mahahhahahan!” Yudai cried out, nearly drowned out by Igagauri’s own wails of mirth.

“Gheahhahahahahahha! Nohohoohooho! Dohoohohohohn’t I’m tihiihihhicklish!”

“Are you now? Man, you two are so quiet- I nearly forgot you were here!” Bachira cooed sweetly, moving his hands to their bellies and earning even more squeals and laughs. “I need to do this more often, he he he~”

He pulled away, not before reaching out and stealing an egg. Smiling at the taste, he turned to his own tray, placing his plate of abandoned udon between them. “Thanks boys!”

Igarashi’s complaints about the egg were quickly forgotten as he and Yudai thanked him relentlessly, spitting the dish. Bachria grinned as he headed out.

Only one more person to go.

~~~ “So what do you wanna work on?” Isagi asked as they walked out to the field, stretching his arms. “Speed? Dribbling? Scoring?”

“Actually- I wanna work on something new.” Bachira walked up, an easy grin on his lips. The lack of a soccer ball should have been Isagi’s warning. “I wanna work on blocking.”

“Blocking? Alright.” Isagi shrugged, figuring they really didn’t need one then. “Like, blocking an approach or pushing past one?”

Bachira didn’t respond, only continued to smile. Isagi felt himself twitch, suddenly unsure of himself. “Erm..Bachira?”

“Hey, Isagi.”

“...Yeah?”

There was a flash, and suddenly the world was upside down. Isagi smelled the grass before he hit it, barely registering the feeling before he was dragged under again with waves of ticklishness.

“Ah! Aheahhahahahhahaha! Whahahahhait, whahahahhahait- Bahhhahachira!” Isagi cried, kicking his feet and twisting about as Bachira’s fingers flew against his ribs, focusing towards the center as he slowly began his descent towards his lower set. “Whahhahahaht the heheheheheehell?”

“I saved you for last, Isagi-chan~ I wanted to hear you laugh the most today!” Bachira cooed sweetly at him, going right for that awful spot on the lowest rib. Isagi arched with a shriek, laughter blossoming out of his lips as his squirms increased. “I wanna hear you squeal like a pig!”

“BAHAHHAHAHCHIRA, STAHHAHAHAHAHAP!” Isagi wailed, cheeks on fire and eyes wet with mirth. He pushed with his heels, trying in vain to get away. His hands circled Bachria’s wrists, gently tugging. “OHOOOHKAY STAHHAHAHP!”

Giggling, Bachira pulled back, resting his hands gently against Isagi’s belly as the other gasped for air, smiling warmly at him. “Hehe, you’re adorable, Isagi-chan.”

“Heh…hehehe…” Isagi rolled his eyes, moving his own hands up from Bachria’s wrists to his hands, holding them within his own. “Tehehhell me…dihiihd you actually wahahhant to train?”

“Nope!” Bachira popped the “P”, grinning. “But since we’re here, we can do something else~”

Isagi raised a brow, sitting up. “And that is…?”

Bachira’s lips silenced any questions he had as they pressed gently into his own. Not that he was complaining.

~~~

The day was long but rewarding, and Bachira giggled himself silly as he tugged on his sweats, fresh out of the shower. The entire time, he kept replaying the highlights in his head, his lips still tingling from Isagi’s kiss. The perfect ending to a fairly mischievous day.

And yet…he couldn’t shake the feeling something was missing. The smallest detail to make the day even greater than it was.

As he walked into the main room, watching the boys set up for bed, it hit him.

Quite literally.

“Grab him!” Raichi called, and Bachira turned on his heels, running for the door. Just a few more steps- “Nope! Chigiri was before him, his speed proving useful beyond the soccer field. A second of hesitation proved all that the other’s needed; Bachria squeaked when arms came around his waist, hiking him up and off the floor.

“Sorry, Bachira- but not really.” Gagamaru sounded deeply amused as he unceremoniously dropped him into a pile of futons. “You brought this on yourself.”

Bachira went to mock-argue, but all that came out were giggles of anticipation as the rest of the team came around him, Kunigami’s hands gathering his wrists in a gentle but firm hold as Isagi took his rightful seat across his lap. At least his back was protected. For now.

“Ready?” Isagi asked, raising his hands with wiggling fingers. On each side of him, Raichi cracked his knuckles while Chigiri giggled softly in his hands. Behind them, someone grabbed his ankle-possible Kuon, maybe Iemon? It really didn’t matter in a minute.

“Ahehehe- hohohold on! Wahhahait, wahhahit.” Bachira giggled out, willing his heart to slow. It didn’t- the pause only made his anticipation worse. “Neehhehevermind, just doohohoho it!”

“Eager, aren’t we?” Kunigami teased as they looked to Isagi to make the call. With an unfairly long pause, Isagi smirked.

“Get’em!” He shouted, and Bachira burst into howls of mirth as multiple hands attacked at once. Isagi took the lead going right for the ribs while Rachi drilled into his hips. Chigiri- oh that devil- he slipped his hands beneath him so he could claw at his back! His legs weren’t any better- someone’s hand danced along his sole while the other squeezed his knee and calf like they were playing guitar. Kunigami, much to his credit, didn’t attack- instead opting to keep Bachria’s arms up and out of the way. That, however, didn’t stop Naruhaya from slipping under his arm so he could give his neck and ears a few playful scribbles.

“GHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”

Teases and jeers were thrown at him, but he could barely think beyond just how ticklish it all was. He didn’t know if he was pleading for mercy or simply laughing- everything was a bit of a blur. Had it been a minute or ten? Was he still in this universe or had he transcended into a new one?

“Okay- STOP!” Isagi called, and instantly the hands retracted. Noise returned- he could hear the others laughing around him, cooing at him sweetly or jeering about how he had it coming. In the corner of his eye, he could see Kunigami gently prod at Chigiri earning a swat and a halfhearted glare.

It was all nice, but nothing beat seeing Isagi above him, blue eyes like the sky he so rarely saw since coming to Blue Lock. A smile played on his face as he reached out, cool fingers gently brushing sweaty bangs off his face. A pair of even softer lips followed, pressing gently along his brow before he climbed off, mumbling something about getting the dribbler some water.

“Best day EVER!” Igarashi cheered, earning a chorus of both “Hell Yeah!”s and “Shut the hell up!”s. Bachira giggled breathlessly as he curled beneath the futon he laid upon, watching the rest of them find their own. He felt light and dizzy and giggly and warm. So comfortably warm, like he was lying in his favorite spot at his Mom’s art studio. Isagi reappeared, water in hand, crawling beneath the blankets and pulling the smaller boy close.

“You okay?” Isagi asked in his hair, his hand brushing his back in a soothing gesture. “We didn’t go too far, did we?”

Too tired to talk, Bachira shook his head, feeling Isagi relax against him. His mind was halfway to dreamland, the rest of Team Z fading away until he could only hear Isagi’s heartbeat. “Thanks for making my day better, Yoiichi.”

Maybe he said it out loud. Maybe he dreamed about it. Bachira would never know. All he remembered was the sound of Isagi’s heart racing faster, the arms around him tightening some with such care.

He dreamed of endless blue skies that night.

Thanks for reading!

#Blue Lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #chaos #Team Z #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #raichi jingo #kuon wataru #Iemon Okuhito #naruhaya asahi #gagamaru gin #yudai imamura #igarashi gurimu #Wow I remembered Yudai for once whoop whoop! #When I said everyone #I meant EVERYONE #No one is safe ajejkarjeajrkajk #isabachi #because of course we have that #Mentioned Kunigiri because yes #part 1 of 2 #Might make some mini dabbles for this duology #I wanna write Niko so bad #It's 1:47 am I should post this in the morning #But I'm gonna do it now because :P #tw: swearing

[kelcemenow]

Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 8.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1391

Warnings Some angsty vibes here, but it's going to get better, I swear!

Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I’ve tried my best with this one! “I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!”

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

"Are you sure you're okay?"

You sighed, rolling your eyes, "Travis, I'm fine. I'm just tired."

He stared at you as thoroughly as he could through his phone screen. Faint wrinkles between his eyes deepened as his eyes narrowed. He hummed quietly before laying further back on his bed, his elbows elevating his torso, "Your Dad seemed pretty happy tonight."

You forced a smile, your chest still panging with hurt, "Yeah, thank you for doing all of this, he had a blast."

"And you?"

You paused, a little longer than you should've, "Yeah, it was great."

Luckily, Travis had rolled across the bed to grab the charger for his phone and didn't pick up on your disheartened expression, "I'm still pissed you wouldn't let the team doctor check you over."

"Travis, I really appreciate that you're concerned for me, I am. But honestly, it wasn't necessary."

He sucked his teeth and shook his head, "It's crazy though, there's gotta be a reason you passed out."

You avoided his gaze, adjusting the folds of your bedsheet.

"Anyway baby, I'm tired. I think I'm going to hit the hay, okay?"

Nodding your head gently, you could feel your body yearning to yawn, "Yeah, me too."

"But I'll call you in the morning?"

"Sure."

You watched as his eyes creased into a sweet smile, "G'night, babygirl."

Your stomach fluttered as his left eye quickly closed into a charming wink. It seemed travis had a talent for making you melt, no matter the situation.

"Goodnight, Travis."

The phone display returned to your home screen, a black and white photo of you and your Dad when you were younger. You must have been around 9 or 10 years old and were wearing one of his work t-shirts, splotches of grease and oil covering most of the fabric. He was leaning over the hood of his car and you were stood on a stool in front of him, holding a large tool in your tiny hand. You recognised his battered baseball cap adorning his head as one of your own now, something he gave you when you took on part of his business. 'A good luck charm', he said. Your chest swelled with love before melancholy set in. The opinions of other people had never bothered you in the past, especially the opinions of complete strangers. You had always been confident in yourself and you valued hard work and kindness over appearances. But now here you were, overthinking and distracted by the online comments of people you didn't know.

You laid back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, shadows forming swirled patterns across the white paint. Taking a few deep breaths, you glanced across to the digital clock on your nightstand before feeling your eyelids droop lower and lower with each breath.

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Music blasted from the small radio you had perched on top of the exposed engine. Your head was buried under the hood, fingers tinkering at greased bolts and pipes as the sounds of the garage were overpowered by Whitney Houston.

"Y/N!" A deep voice yelled out from behind you.

Your body jerked as the noise disturbed your focus. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Jordan standing 20 yards or so away from you, his eyes avoiding yours.

"Yes?" You said impatiently, without changing your stance, a clear sign that you weren't interested in a lengthy conversation with him.

"I don't know if you're busy or..."

"Yeah, I am."

"Right." Jordan turned away for a second before spinning around and taking a few steps closer to you, "You know, it's just that it's obvious that other people think the same as I do."

You stood up straight, your shoulders tightening, "Excuse me?"

"I just don't think that you and Travis are a good match for each other." His feet were planted on the floor but his knees were twitching, his hands nervously fidgeting in his washed out denim jeans, "And I know I shouldn't have behaved the way I did the other night, but I was just in shock to see him there, you know? He's a pretty big deal, and you...you're just a-"

"Is this supposed to be an apology?"

Jordan sighed, his hands moving up to his temples, "I just think you would be better suited with someone else."

You laid down the spanner that you had been firmly gripping, the clang ringing out through the garage and capturing everyone's attention, "Someone else? Someone else like you, you mean?"

"Y/N, that's not what I'm saying-"

"What are you saying, then?

Jordan's gaze drifted to the floor, "I...I don't really know."

You took a step towards him, "Exactly. You don't know what you're saying. So, let me give you a clue. Who I date is none of your business, Jordan. It is actually none of yours, or anyone else's business."

You could see heads turning in your peripheral, but all that you could feel was the heat quickly rising in your chest and adrenaline speeding through your veins. Jordan stood with his mouth open, as if he was about to speak but even if he wanted to, you were reluctant to give him the chance.

"So, just...stay out of it, okay?" You waved your hand before rushing over to the bathroom, the wooden door slamming shut behind you.

Your shaking hands reached for the white basin, fingers gripping the smooth, cool, porcelain as you looked up into the mirror. You gritted your teeth as you attempted to hold your composure for a few seconds before you crumbled, tears travelling down your cheeks quickly. The clangs of the garage were muffled in the distance behind your occasional sobs, but you ran the tap just in case anyone could hear you.

Your reflection stared back at you, the skin under your eyes shiny from tears. As your breathing slowed and you took back control of your emotions, you grabbed your hair behind your head and tied it back with a small scrunchie that was snug on your wrist. Wiping your face, you inhaled deeply before a gentle knock on the bathroom door made you jump slightly.

"Uhh, there's someone in here." Your emotionally charged voice gurgled.

"It's Dad."

You looked around the small restroom, for nothing in particular, before flushing the toilet, "I'll just...I'll just be a minute." You called out, grabbing a hand towel and desperately dabbing your face.

There was a short moment of silence on the other side of the door as your Dad waited for the sound of rushing water to cease.

"He's gotten under your skin, hasn't he?"

"Jordan? I couldn't care less about what Jordan thinks." You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and brushed down your overalls, "I don't-"

"I meant Travis."

You turned towards the door, your eyebrows furrowed.

"Forgive me for saying this, and I know I don't really know much about your dating life-" He let out a chuckle, "-but I've seen a change in you. A good change."

You reached for the door handle, "Really?"

"You seem happier." You could hear a smile in your Dad's voice, "Today aside, of course."

As you gently turned the handle and opened the door, his face came into view, his cheek pressed to the door frame, desperate to comfort you. You exhaled a smile as his eyes scanned your face, "I am happy."

"So, what's this?" He gestured to your eyes.

You shook your head, "It's stupid, really. I saw some comments on a picture of me and Travis online and then Jordan just-"

"And since when did you care what people thought?"

You blinked, "I don't."

Your Dad pushed the door open further and placed his hands on both of your shoulders, "So, what's the problem?"

You giggled, "I don't know."

"I think I know." He winked with a grin.

You lowered your brows again, your lips tightening into a coy smile.

"You like the guy!" He shook you gently, "And I don't blame you. But I have to be honest here, he's the lucky one to have you, sport."

You looked down at your feet, your cheeks flushing with red.

"So, fuck what everybody else thinks!"

"Daddy!" Your head snapped up, your eyes wide at your Dad's uncharacteristic cursing, which was something exclusively reserved for watching football games.

"Go get him."

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Billie's new best fren 2

(Part 1)

Miles sighs at his boyfriend as they walk to Miguel's office to discuss the failed mission: You know, she doesn't like it when you hold her like that! -Hobie spend the free time trying to get Billie to like him after he found out she is fond of Miguel-

Billie's cheeks puff being super upset that the punk Spiderman is holding her instead of her amazing big brother: NO! Nonononono! -she walks Hobie's face with her hand having to struggle from his grasp-

Hobie holds her close to looks at her: Come on, darling. You will like me! Look, I'm a kind, mate! -he took her hits, since they didn't hurt.-

Billie struggles using her web shooter: NO! Miles, Miles -she began crying for her brother-

Hobie grunts: No use! Why does she hate me? -he frowns-

Miles took his baby sister back in his arms, calming her down: She doesn't hate you. She's just like you! She gets jealous when all my attention is on someone else. And I thought you didn't care? You're just jealous because she likes Miguel. -it always goes back to Miguel somehow. Miles never understood why Hobie had this jealousy toward the older Spiderman. It not like he's going to dumb his boo over Mr. Grumps! Nah, Miles is too loyal, too faithful to his relationship with Hobie-

Hobie: It's just weird! I rather have her like me that's all! -they enter Miguel's office with their other Spider-heroes from the mission-

Miguel spotted the two coming in, his eyes seem to gleam at Miles' sister: Morales. Brown.

Hobie merely grunts having to sit on a desk being laid back. Miles happily said: Hey, tio! Look, who I brought today! -Hobie eyes rolled hearing Billie's cheerful voice-

Billie likes Miguel, because he too get annoyed with Hobie, so they both get annoyed: Tio! -she giggles having her tiny hands reaching over the older Spiderman-

Miguel let out a small chuckles as he got down from his platform to hold the little girl. His eyes soften by the sight of her, she reminded him of his Gabriella. Billie's dark skin tone, her big eyes, and dark hair resembles his deceased child, even thought Billi's hair is much more coily, Gabriella had the same amount of hair, thick, luscious and full of life just like her own curly hair: Hola, mi niña. Cómo estás? Bien? -he held Billie in his arms smelling her strawberry milk baby scent, which must come from her shampoo. The light hint of she butter tickles Miguel's nose when Billie's hand pat on his face, a habit she likes to do. The little girl always seem so fascinated by his face, he always assume maybe because he's ugly and funny looking-

Billie: Tio. Tio! Ahh...

Miles merely smiles watching the two enjoying themselves. The only reason he brought Billie was for Miguel. Maybe it would help the man get some closure or filled the loneliness he carries, and his little sister seem to enjoy his presence at the same time. So a win win!: She got happy when I mentioned we were gonna see you!

Miguel: Is that so, heh? -he chuckles with amusement still having his eyes on the baby-

Billie giggles when Miguel's finger tickle her neck: Hahaha! Tio! Tio! -she babbles a lot more-

Miguel: She's learning to talk more than last time I saw her.

Miles nodded: Yeah, she mostly understands Spanish

Miguel: Es bueno! Es importante para ella aprender ambos idiomas a diferencia de alguien. -he eyes on Miles, who has trouble speaking in Spanish-

Miles pouts: I do know Spanish! Look! Pue-do hah-ablar en-en orac- orca- I-ones comp- com- ple-tas! -Being put on the spot made him nervous, and he did carry an American accent when he spoke Spanish, but he proudly finished it. So a big smirk on his face-

Miguel blinks, and Billie glances at her brother then made a: Pfft. -she turns back to Miguel- Nononono.

Miles: Billie, you didn't had to do me like that. -Sometimes his sister is way smarter than people think-

Miguel chuckles a bit louder as he holds Billie closer to him: Tu Herman está aprendiendo, princesa. No podemos ser tan estrictos. -She only pucker her lips then gave a look that said you-were-thinking-the-same- He's doing his best. -He's a lot kinda to Miles over the couple of years, the young man been part of the team. Maybe it was guilt from the beginning, in the end Miles proved him wrong.-

Miles proudly puff his chest: Yeah!

Miguel: I wonder where she got it from? So strict, and mean.

Lyla's avatar appeared to look at Billie: Really? You have no idea? -she waves at the baby-

Billie tries to touch it: Ohhh! Bon-ita!

Miles snickers while Miguel said: I have no idea what your talking about, Lyla.

Lyla snorted: She obviously learned it from you! Babies learn from the source! -she turned smaller to stand on Bille's nose to get the girl's attention busy-

Miguel grunts: Pfft. -the same way Billie did it to Miles-

Miles laughs: Ah, so that's where she learn that. -the other group came into the office having brought lunch-

Pav came toward Miles and Hobie: We got lunch!

Peter grins nervously at a glaring Miguel: We brought those Empanadas! -He had Mayday hold a take out container stuffed with Empanadas with different meat fillings-

Mayday nodded: And-and milkshake, uncle Miguel! -she put on her cute puppy look, so her daddy doesn't get too much into trouble from the mission-

Billie eyed t Peter then grunts: Hmph!

Miguel nodded: Exactly. Solo tu me entiendes. Anyway, why are you all here late!

Gwen gave Hobie a bag filled with his and Miles' lunch: Hey, Obs! Miss anything.

Hobie: Thanks, Gwendy. You didn't miss much -still sounding jealous as his boyfriend spend the free time talking to Miguel-

Gwen grins widely noticing Hobie had this annoyed tone in his voice, only happens when he's jealous. Her eyes glanced over at Miles standing in front of Miguel, who's holding Billie. Looks like that's the reason: Right, sure. -she chuckles as she set her own lunch down next to him-

Mayday handed Miguel's lunch to the leader: Here, uncle Miguel. My daddy is really really sorry! -she put on her big eyes on him-

Billie eyes at Peter: Oh?

Miguel grins at the baby in his arms: Mira, nena. Your dad is reckless. -being honest seeing her pout- At least you and the rest of the team are fine. However, we need to discus WHAT -eyeing at Peter again- went wrong!

Billie's tummy growling: Ahh! Ahh! Leche! Leche! -she grab Miguel's pecks to give a sign she's hungry!-

Miguel sighs: Morales, Le trajiste comida para ella? -Gwen, Pav and Peter snickers at Billie's hand grabbing his right peck.-

Miles giggles: Yeah, right here. -opening a small pouch from his baby carrier that had a bottle of water and powder formula to mix together. Billie's mouth water for her food- I'm coming! I'm coming, gotta shake it well!

Mayday went over to Miles: Let me help! Let me help, big bro! -She had her hands up to help shake the bottle. Miles let her shake it.- Hehehe, I'm helping!

Miles smiles: Yeah, you are. Now, handed it to Tio. -Mayday went to hand the bottle to Miguel-

Miguel took the bottle and shake it a bit more till he feds Billie. The little girl took the bottle with joy: Rico?

Billie: Mmhhmm! -She holds her bottle enjoying her meal. -Gwen and Pav started eating their lunch being so hungry-

Miguel turns to the group: Anyway, -he holds the bottle helping Billie drink her milk- Parker, what were you thinking?

Peter gave a sheepish grin: Mig, I wanted to finish the mission early! It was supposed to be a level 2 anomaly!

Miguel growls: I told you it was unknown! Lyla scanned the anomaly, but her readings couldn't scale the anomaly's powers. -The view of Miguel holding the bottle feeding Billie made it hard to take the conversation seriously.-

Miles: Sir, it was sort of my fault! -wanting to take some responsibility- I shouldn't taken Billie since I failed to follow the plan!

Miguel turns to Miles: You did nothing wrong, kid. You were following orders, though I do expect you to be more responsible toward your sister about certain missions you take with her. Considering it's always hard to multi-task between Spiderman and your normal life. I'll let that slide, but -he glares mostly at Peter- Your the one in charge, Parker! I gave you a perfectly good plan and you ignored it!

Peter being nervous: I thought we didn't need it! Sometimes we can't depend on your plans! Look, I admit that I screwed up, but it's not the end of it. We can go back and fine the anomaly!

Gwen: Yeah! It'll be fine. We'll follow the plan this time, right Peter?

Peter grins widely: Look, Mig. I promise!

Miguel scowls at him: You will write me a ten paper report why this mission fail, Parker!

Peter groans: Ughhh! What is this? High school!

Pav chews: He could've suspend you.

Miguel: I should -being upset. Then, Billie mumbles pulling away from her bottle- Done?

Billie turn her face away from the bottle: Mm! -Miles took out a small baby blanket from his baby carrier's large pouch and handed to Miguel. The leader wanted to burp the little girl letting his own fatherly instinct appeared. Billie made more nosies as he placed the baby blanket on his left shoulder, and he let her lay over as he gently pat her back- Ahhh, bbrrrr, prrr!

Miguel softly said: Ya. Ya. Casi termino. -Billie made other sounds-

Pav giggles: How cute! -he pulls out his phone to take phones just like Gwen did-

Mayday watch Billie drooling and burping: Why she needs to be burped?

Miguel: Because babies can't burp themselves! It hurts them.

Miles: Should we call you Spiderdad, then? -Miguel eyed at the young Spiderman- Just saying, kids are always around you. Even Gerald likes you.

Mayday: I like uncle too!

Peter: What about me? I'm a dad, too!

Gwen whispers to Pav: Spiderdaddies.

Pav snickers: For real!

Miguel turns tot he two whispering: Qué?

Billie burps one last time before making sounds: Waawawaw! AH! -she became antsy-

Miles went over to give her, her pacifier so she can relax: You good, boo-boo! -Billie was more than good. She's happy. Being carried and full, she felt amazing- I'll take that as a yes. -he took the baby blanket away from Miguel-

Miguel held her: You go eat your lunch with Brown. I'll watch her until till then.

Miles: Awe, thanks, tio! I think Billie couldn't be happier. -Seeing his sister being happy-

Mayday: Miles, can i eat with you and Hobie?

Miles: Sure! -Mayday happily took his hand as they went to the other side of the office to eat their lunch with their friends-

Peter stood casually with his arm on Miguel's shoulder: You know, you got quite the crowd.

Miguel: Parker, your still in trouble.

Peter pouts: Awe, come on! How about a kiss?

Miguel: No!

Peter groans: This handsome face comes once in a life time -he frowns- Please, Miggy?

Miguel: Peter, leave me alone and go start on your report. I'll keep an eye on Mayday!

Peter grunts: Let me finish my lunch then -he dramatically sighs. Billie merely giggles at the grown men arguing like her parents.-

Hobie pulled Miles into his arms as they eat together: Still don't get what she sees in him? -He rest his chin on Miles' left side of his shoulder-

Miles chuckles having to open their containers filled with their lunch. They order Chinese food; fried rice with beef and broccoli, two egg rolls, chow men with orange chicken and bbq pork. He kisses Hobie on the cheek: Mi amor, no te preocupes! Billie is chilling, besides -he whispers lowly in his boyfriend's ear- this is good for Miguel.

Hobie pouts then sighs: I guess, mate. Still don't like it. How about another kiss?

Miles snickers giving him a peck on the lips: There? Better, mi amor?

Hobie: Sî

Pav kept eating his lunch which was Jamaican food; jerk chicken, seasoned rice and chicken curry: You guys always gotta be like that? -they're lovey lovey sometimes feel overwhelming-

Gwen laughs having her lunch; Greek gyro stuffed with beef, side of feta lemon salad and lemon rice: Haha, come on, Pav! Your just mad because Gayatri is on vacation with her family.

Pav pouts: I am not!

Gwen: Yes you are!

Hobie hugs Miles' tightly as he rubs his cheek against his sunflower: Heh, my sunflower deserves all my attention. -he gave multiple kisses on his boyfriend's cheek- Right, luv?

Miles giggles: Yup!

Hobie: Can you feed me some chow mien, darling!

Miles: Okay, baby!

Gwen: Whoa, now that's too lovey dowery for me.

Mayday eats her McDonalds happy meal: I think it's cute! -she giggles-

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[prettyboyswow]

Omg i just read your dad!tommy fic, and it was amazing!! Would you do a second part? Grandad!tommy would be just so great to read :)

Yes!! Thank you for reading and for being so patient with me!

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Author's Note: Hello, everyone!! I'm back with some Tommy Shelby fluff! I hope you enjoyyyy

Pairing: Dad!Tommy x female!reader, Grandad!Tommy x granddaughter

Summary: Tommy Shelby's granddaughter has him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

Warnings: None, pure fluff!!!

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Thomas Shelby thought that his heart couldn't hold any more love in it after his daughter was born. Boy, was he wrong. The day his granddaughter, Eleanor Rose, was born, Thomas' heart grew three sizes. The first time he held her tiny body in his arms he wept like a child. He swore that he would do anything and everything for the sleeping baby in his arms, as long as he should live.

When (Y/N) and Lucas brought baby Eleanor home from the hospital and back to Arrow House, they were welcomed with brightly colored flowers littered about the house. Thomas, and the rest of the Shelby family, insisted that the new mother and baby came back to a home that represented the love they were all feeling.

Eleanor had been home for a total of three nights but (Y/N) felt as though she hadn't slept in 3 weeks. It was 2:34 am when Thomas heard the wailing of his granddaughter. Well, at least he thought it was about 2:34, his eyes were still blurry with sleep. Not long after he heard Eleanor crying, he heard the sniffle of his own daughter. He lazily rolled out of bed and made his way down the hall to Eleanor's nursery.

In the soft glow of the moonlight peeking through the curtains, Thomas saw his baby girl rocking her baby girl in the wooden rocking chair by the window. Eleanor's crying had not stopped and it seemed that (Y/N)'s hadn't either.

"What's got her so upset," Thomas' groggy, sleepy-laden voice broke through the cries. (Y/N) jumped at her father's voice, quickly trying to wipe the tears from her own face.

"I don't know, dad. I've tried feeding her, and her diaper's clean. I don't know what she wants and I am so tired." It all came out in a rushed whisper. Seeing the helplessness in his daughter's eyes and hearing the cries coming from his granddaughter was enough to break his heart.

"Lemme give it a try. Used to get you to stop crying so easily it drove your mum mad." Thomas approached the girls, gathering Eleanor up into his arms before her mother could protest.

(Y/N) watched as her father slowly swayed her little girl in his arms, listening as he whispered something in Romani. After a few minutes, the newborn's cries lulled into whimpers until only small snores passed her small mouth. If (Y/N) wasn't so happy to finally be sitting in silence, she may have been angry at her father for how easily he was able to comfort her daughter.

"You've got to teach me how to do that," she mumbled, causing Thomas to let out a soft chuckle.

"In the morning, love. Get your rest."

(Y/N) only nodded, giving her daughter and her father a peck on the cheek each before leaving the room.

Before laying Eleanor in her bassinet, Thomas placed the tiniest, softest kiss on her forehead. He swore anything more than a feather-like kiss would somehow hurt her. After Eleanor was laying peacefully in her bassinet, Thomas took a moment to appreciate his life. He had an amazing daughter. She was beautiful, hard-working, kind, and such a wonderful mother. He had even grown to care for Lucas, mainly because he had a hand in creating his teeny-tiny, angelic granddaughter. He spent his days doting on the girls in his life, giving them the kinds of things he could have only dreamed of as a child. He was proud. And he was so full of love.

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[loving-jin]

Do you ever think about life - Kim Seokjin

Summary: lazy, comfort time with Jin who deals with your romantic existential thoughts Pairings: Jin x yn (female) Warnings: none, just love and comfort Words: 731 All rights reserved

Hello! I am back again for a drabble about my sweet man, Jin! It's just a silly comfort one I wrote for the times we feel like we need a little bit more love:) Feedback and reblogs are appreciatable!

The soft light of the long-risen sun was reflecting on your face as you stretched your arms a little, snuggling better in your bed. You felt a familiar scent back on your nostrils, a scent that reminded you of home. It was no other of your boyfriend, Seokjin. In your teddy matching pajamas that Jin highly insisted that you both buy on a random shopping spree on a free day, you laid peacefully in bed, your head safely tucked under Jin's jaw. His hand was lazily drawing circles on your back, slowly as he touched you between small naps that the both of you occasionally got. Your breath was even from the comforting scenery and the fact that not you nor your boyfriend had nowhere to go. You were thanking great heavens for Jin's well earned vacation given by his company. The soft scent of Jin's earthy aroma mixed with the remaining of his always worn fragrance was intoxicating to you, making you feel as if you were flying at the sky during a midnight dream.

"Baby?" you asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence covering the both of you. The thing with Jin was that you didn't need to be talking or feeling anxious about finding any topics to start a conversation, your mind and heart was at the same ease while being silent. "Hm?" his raspy voice echoed against your ear, this being the only thing audible in the room, "what is it sweetheart?" a small smile appeared on his face, the kind of the ones you loved that were full of comfort and love. "Do you ever think about life?" you looked up to meet his eyes, placing your head against his shoulder. Seokjin made sure to place his arms differently so he'd still be engulfing you in his embrace. "Hm I'm not sure what you mean there" he chuckled lightly while fixing his position against the pillows so he could lock eyes with you. "Do you ever think how life would be if we didn't meet? How the smallest of events actually mean so much to the people we become?" you frowned on your own thoughts. "Hm" he tilted his head slightly, an also puzzled look on his face as he seemed to be thinking about it deeply. It was amazing how he'd always seem to be minding you and your worries no matter how small or stupid they seemed.

"It seems you've thought about it quite well" he humphed, his long fingers twirling the edges of your hair. "I've starting to realize how important this is. For moments like these. Where I can be myself" your grip became a little bit tighter around his torso. Jin turned down to you and smiled once again, sitting up, so his back was against the bed board. Swiftly, he passed his hands under your waist, placing you on his stretched out legs. Your arms naturally found their way around him as your front was against Jin's chest. Quietly, he rocked you just a tiny bit, your cheek squished against his broad chest. "I've been starting to get life more seriously now that I'm with you hm?" he looked down at you as he placed his finger under your chin encouraging you to meet his sight. "I do think of stuff like that sometimes. I don't know how or why, but we ended up together. And I'm so grateful for those series of events. Cause those have changed my life for the better" he said placing a small kiss on your lips, smiling.

"You are indeed the best part of me" you smiled back. "I'm not" Jin nodded negatively, grinning. "Hey" you frowned, pouting. "I don't want you to discredit yourself even a tiny bit. All this awesomeness comes directly from you. I don't play any role. I believe every different people bring out a different version of ourselves. And I'm happy to know that you bring out mine. My love, my darling" "Jin, what you said was so beautiful" you giggled, kissing his cheek. "Do I get more kisses for stuff like these?" he giggled back at your cuteness, before planting one on his own. "Hey, I'm the rewarder here" you playfully told him. "What about a change of roles?" he frowned teasingly before starting to pepper your face with kisses. He was indeed the one. The one for you.

#bts #bts jin #seokjin #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jin imagine #jin scenario #kim seokjin #bts scenario #jin drabble

[graaythekwami]

What is your opinion about the ending of Miraculous?

(I'm using this ask as my chance to talk about both episodes as a whole, not just the ending-- spoilers ahead!)

My thoughts on these two episodes are mixed, but positive overall. :)

Over all, I enjoyed the episodes. It was fun, the action and animation were great, and there are parts that I really really loved that are being adopted into all my kwami headcanons right now and no one can stop me. I was worried with how the season would end based off of some things I heard, and was prepared for the worst-- but these were enjoyable episodes to watch.

However I will not lie that I am not happy with how some characters were handled. I'm sorry but I will never be happy with Gabriel being seen as a hero, and the fact that Adrien wasn't there or even told what happened?? Gabriel getting a statue?? Gabriel acting like he cared about Adrien when he clearly didn't?? No... just no, its not right or fair. I could go on about this all day, but I won't as there's a lot to say about these episodes.

Adrien not getting a role in this finale I am mad at. Him being left in the dark about what happened I'm also not happy with, HOWEVER... seeing Marinette's age, mindset, and everything she's been through... I don't feel that her actions were out of character. I can see a young teenager under pressure wanting to protect the one she loves from a horrible reality. I'm not saying her keeping the truth from him is right, but I can see how it fits into the narrative. As long as the fact that this lie was told is addressed in the future (and the weight it will no doubt put on Adrien) and not just brushed aside, then I won't get up in arms about this scene yet, and I will wait to see how its handled in the future.

Last small little tiny thing is Felix. Like... it feels out of character for him to just be like "yeah hero team!" and for the hero team to be like "yeah Felix!" Feel like more should have been addressed on Felix's character as a whole.

Okay-- enough about the negative-- onto all the awesome parts about these episodes! :D

First of all-- hero team!! Full time holders!! Saved kwamis (I'm so sorry Nooroo that you're still out there you deserve so much better!!) I love it, this is what we needed, and I hope the identity rules ease up among the heroes after this.

Next Nathalie. Oh Nathalie, the queen, amazing-- 11/10 this episode. She full on goes in dying and is ready to shoot Gabriel with a crossbow?? Like girl, you're amazing!! I'm glad to see that she is better now, she deserves it. Anyways I love her.

Adrien getting his amok-- yes, finally.

Marinette's Ladybug and Black Cat unification was a lot of fun. Its too bad the name Lady Noire was already taken, but I loved this whole fight. A piano being dropped on Gabriel's head, Gabriel's reaction to Marinette being Ladybug. Marinette beating Gabriel and just summoning all the Luck Charms... she was a boss. I loved the checkmate scene. I love how she did try to reach out to Gabriel (not that he deserves a second chance but Marinette is just a sweetheart). I loved Gabriel's betrayal to her with a Vemon because it was his last in character moment, I loved that we got to see all the other characters in action. The classmates, Fei and the New York heroes. All great scenes.

Now finally onto the gold of these episodes: THE KWAMIS. Hehehehe they were amazing, they were beautiful. Yes give me all their true forms, give me Gimmi (hehe) they look SO cool and epic. I originally thought I wouldn't like a true-form kwami or a fusion form of them but never mind they're glorious they are my children we need true forms for all the kwamis look at how powerful they are!!

And how the Wish works... I never really liked the whole "destroy the universe and create a new one" idea they had going on in other episodes, and I'm so glad they went with an equal price. And maybe destroy and remake the universe still has a role in it all but give me the green strawberries as a price. The whole Wish scene with how it works and the true form of the kwamis was fantastic and I love it so much.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #adrien agreste #chat blanc #ml recreation #recreation spoilers #ml conformation #conformation spoilers #gabriel agreste #gabriel is a horrible human being #marinette dupen chang #ladybug #miraculous spoilers #jj talks #anon ask #plagg #tikki #gimmi #kwamis #kwami

[lady-de-mon-coeur]

My Privilege

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Rated G. Words: 796. Language: English

Summary: Ladybug definitely isn't jealous of Chat Noir's girlfriend, please keep it in mind!

A/N: Not to be taken too seriously. I just wanted to know if Ladybug was at least a little bit jealous of Chat Noir's girlfriend and what she thought of their relationship.

"You have no idea how happy I am, my lady! She loves me so, so much, I can feel that! And let's be honest, it couldn’t be any other way, 'cause I'm purrfect."

Ladybug watched in silent awe her Chaton talk about how much his girlfriend loved him and couldn’t help smiling. Classic Chat Noir, who won’t stop bragging about how charming and amazing he is.

And gosh, he truly was amazing.

She was indescribably happy for him. The fact that they couldn't be a romantic couple didn't mean that her partner should always be alone.

He desperately needed someone in his life who could give him the kind of love he wanted and deserved the most.

And finally, he got it.

That was wonderful, right?

Because her Chaton of all people deserved to be loved and cherished. He deserves to be happily in love, even if it's not with her.

Right?

Trying to ignore a couple of tiny kittens in her chest who appeared out of nowhere and were now sharpening their claws on her heart, Ladybug summoned with her inner vision a picture of her precious partner coming down from the rooftop they were currently sitting on, detransforming (the vision became blurry from this point on because for the life of her she couldn't imagine what Chat Noir looked like when detransformed; only a vague silhouette of him without the cat ears on the top of his head—that's all her imagination was capable of) and melting into a tight embrace with a girl (she appeared as a silhouette as well, but more vague than her boyfriend).

Then they pulled away, and from their poses, she could guess that they were now staring lovingly at each other.

And then they closed a small gap between them and started kissing.

That was the most vivid part of the vision.

Because she knew exactly how it felt.

She couldn't forget how Chat Noir’s lips tasted.

That moonlit night—the happiest night of her life so far—for a few happy moments, she got to taste them.

As he talked, she couldn't keep her eyes off him, recalling the delicious feeling of the hot, velvety flesh of his peachy lips against hers.

So, another girl might be claiming these lips now.

Another girl was calling him by pet names (Ladybug wondered what those pet names were. No Chatons and Minous, that's for sure. Probably something based on his civilian name or common terms of endearment.)

All the better! To call him Chaton or Minou is my privilege.

Another girl got to tell him how much she loved him—something Ladybug didn't get to tell him.

Another girl got to tell him how beautiful his forest green eyes were.

Another girl got to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

Another girl got to inhale the scent of his fluffy, silky blond hair.

Another girl got to cradle his face before melting into a passionate kiss.

The next thing she knew, her tongue was acting totally on its own.

"Uhm, Chaton. You and your girlfriend... you have kissed already, haven't you?"

She didn't know why she was asking him this. After all, this was none of her business. She just couldn't help it. She needed to know.

Chat Noir let out an awkward chuckle.

"No, we haven't. Not yet,", he said, scratching the back of his neck. "It's complicated, you know. We are still figuring things out between us, so it might take time before we get to kissing."

Ladybug couldn't help but smirk.

So, her Chaton was still unkissed.

Well, sure, he's been kissed before, but up until this moment, she was the only one who had the privilege of having her lips met with his.

The scene that's been playing out in front of her inner vision faltered and started falling apart.

Ladybug marvelled at how quickly the blurry picture of the two young lovers shattered and disappeared without a trace.

Gone were the sharp-clawed kittens. Instead, there was now something similar to a big tropical flower blossoming within her chest, spreading waves of warmth throughout her body.

The next minute, Ladybug bit her bottom lip.

How could she?

She knew she shouldn't be feeling that way. She knew it was selfish. She simply had no right.

It was unfair to her partner, especially after he finally found someone he could pour all his love into and who reciprocated his feelings. She should be rooting for them instead.

She should conceal her true emotions at all costs.

She forced a smile and did her best to listen to Chat Noir.

It will be alright, she said to herself, clenching her fists desperately, unexpected tears pricking her eyes. I can do it. I'll get over it. I'll get over you.

#ml fanfiction #ml season 5 spoilers #ml perfection #ladynoir #my writing

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Ok but what if you were in Bonten and fucking Sanzu, nothing serious, but you have fun, so you keep seeing him, and Koko liked you(in secret ofc course, cause he was prob planning a fancy way to impress you).

He wants to stick to his plan but he cannot understand why you keep seeing Sanzu(which he considers the worst possible choice you could’ve make considering all other bonten members) and he loses his cool.

I feel like people don’t get how amazing Koko is and honestly Bonten!Koko gives me LIFE! That white hair, the red outfit! Could be my sexy santa if he wanted

This is one of the handful that have been in my inbox for over a year. Anon, I hope you're still around. It's been a very long time coming, but I'm ready. Thank you for your enduring patience.

Hideaway: Hajime Kokonoi x Fem!Reader

wc: 509

tw: angst

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Kokonoi doesn't get it.

He's got money. He has cars, homes, clothing... depth. He has everything a woman could ever desire.

And yet... you come flouncing out of Sanzu's apartment with nothing in your hands. Not even a new pair of shoes. Koko feels the rage inside of him welling up like some long-forgotten beast of burden, but then, he sees you smile at him.

You smile at him.

Part of him is convinced it's fake - the sticky lipgloss on your lips is fresh, just like the fresh polish on his shoes - and you can't be happy. Not when you're seeing that drug-addicted, spineless, sunken-eyed loser.

"Koko," you purr, leaning an arm on the banister as you come down. Your hair's out of place, but that could be rectified with a small flick of his wrist.

Too bad he knows not to touch what's not his.

"You need to lighten up. Christmas is coming!"

"I know," Koko replies, trying to hide the bitterness in his voice. "Sanzu going to get you something?" You raise a brow at the man, and Kokonoi feels a tingle rumble down his spine. Your mouth echoes the singular answer he's already told himself in his head.

"Why would he do that?" Kokonoi crumples the bills in his hand involuntarily. Those would need ironing out later.

"So you mean to tell me," Koko begins, letting the crumpled bills fall onto the table unceremoniously. "That Sanzu is so cheap that he wouldn't get you something small for Christmas?"

"Oh, you must be mistaken." Your hand raises to bat at the air twice. "It's not... like that."

"I know what it's like." He can't hide the snide tone his voice carries. He can't hide the fury crushing his jaws together. Koko seems utterly unhinged to you, and he can see himself in your eyes - a man who's been perfectly fine until this moment. "Perfectly" fine to sit in the shadows. Perfectly "fine" to be silent about his crush.

You hesitate to answer. Kokonoi's mind blows apart like steam released from an engine. He's gone off the rails, and there's no turning back.

"You deserve better than that fucking pig!" Koko's finger flies up to the door where you just emerged from, and your flinch doesn't go unnoticed. "You're content with allowing that man to use your body, and he gives you nothing in return except sad, less-than-adequate dick and some twinkling of affection."

Oh, he's said it now.

Your face screws up in anger - jaw clenched - and your tiny hands shake as they ball into fists. "That's enough, Hajime." Koko is the one to flinch at your use of his name, and he suddenly recollects himself, feeling the sweat on his brow as he comes down from his delusional ramblings.

You turn away from him and begin your trek to the entrance of the building, still clenching your hands into fists.

"I'm... I'm sorry, y/n; I lost myself. I'm--"

Still walking, you hold your hand up, silencing him for good.

#hajime kokonoi x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #kokonoi hajime x reader

[echoedcrosshairs]

Foxglove ~ Commander Fox x F reader (part 2)

According the language of flowers Foxglove symbolizes riddles, conundrums and secrets along with ambition and creativity.

Summary: A small fancy caff shops pops up in the senate building. Commander Fox is not amused.

Slow burn, enemies? to lovers, Commander Fox x reader, Commander Thorn x reader (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, Smut, implied smut, cannon violence and talks of cannon related violence, exhibitionism if ya squint, insulting banter, soft gentleman kix

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A few droids milled about dragging in sorted furniture waiting for their instructions on where to put it. Within a couple hours the space had slowly started to look like a proper coffee shop. The counter had been set up so people could watch their drinks be made and various small tables lined the wall. You let yourself stop to stare at the almost completed cafe, amazed about how quickly it all came together and how fast it was approved. It was a dream come true especially with Senator Chuchi walks in her mouth agape as she takes in the space.

"If you weren't a senator, I would hug you," you said excitedly joining in with your own awestruck expression, "I can not thank you enough."

She smiled, surprisingly gave you hug while rambling her happiness about being able to do something for the troopers even if it something small. You talked back and forth for a while telling her about the ideas for drinks, future decor and maybe even have low music playing because of how quiet the hall usually is. Both of you talked until she was pages that it was time for another vote. She hugged you one more time saying she wishes the establishment the best as her personal escort lead her away. Waving her off you noticed Fox and Thorn in the hallway nodding to her as they walked out of the elevator.

Fox looked at you through his visor noticing how the happiness of your smile touched your eyes even as you found another stack of boxes out the door. Hidden by his helmet which concealed a smile but as quick as he noticed it, it was gone. He grumbled a complaint about needing to divide the hall for incoming foot traffic which got him a tiny shove from Thorn to get moving. His eyes lingered on you as you came out to grab more boxes, fixed on the way your lips parted when you picked up the heaviest box trying to breath and mentally scowled you for lifting with your back not your knees.

"Usually we have to drag you for a night out as why are you volunteering to go?" Thorn questioned elbowing him again to get his attention.

"Choosing to go on my own volition, you want to question it?"

"I think getting laid had something to do with it, hopefully she's there again tonight," Fox didn't need to see Thorns face to hear the wiggle of his eyebrows.

"So you and the barista?" Fox said bitterly taking the attention off himself.

Thorn said your name shocked, "No. She's cute, but not my type."

"Warn her about Wolffe?" Fox asked nonchalantly.

"I'm surprised you care, Vod, but yes."

I don't care, but the comment died on his tongue as he thought about the woman last night with the uncanny striking resemblance. His temper attempted to flare up but he shoved it under the surface like he did everything else. She was naive and fresh without a real thought about what was honestly needed, putting her foot where it doesn't belong subsequently causing him even more work. Within the silent concealment of his helmet he muttered a string of curses in every language he knew about how bad of idea about it was while not being able to deny how it would make so many vods happy having another place just for them. Fox looked across the hall seeing Thorn pack up for the day and started reluctantly putting away his work annoyed about how early it was even if it was the normal time for everyone else. He kept quiet as Thorn knocked on the doorframe pulling you out of your work alerting you that it was time to go and that they were be escorting home them back to 79's. Fox did his best to tune out the conversation regretting his decision to come two nights in a row.

"I don't think he's paying attention," Thorn chuckled after the three of you left your apartment which left you in a more elegant black dress, "Wolffe's going to fuck his date on our table, your codpiece fell, your mom is a hutt, I saw the chancellor go by."

You wide eyed stared at him before laughing the air out of your lungs as the comments got more and more outrageous as Fox didn't reply as he just kept looking off. Thorn grabbed your arm for a second watching Fox continuing to walk without both of you which then caused Thorn to buckle over at Fox only noticed at the end of the street waiting at the crosswalk. Wiping the laughter tears from your eye, "I needed that," you admitted.

"Both of you need to grow up."

As much as you wanted to correct him that you were biologically older then them, you were going to allow him that punch for dealing with the both of you. Arriving at 79's both of you found Rex and Wolffe already waiting with drinks. Yourself and Thorn slipped into the side with Wolffe leaving you between both of them with Rex and Thorn on the other side.

"I apparently don't need to threaten you with your batch mates, Fox," Rex coughed to cover his laughter as a man in green was strolling over.

"Ma'am," the man greeted sitting down, "Commander Gree," he introduced taking off his helmet setting it in his lap.

You greeted him with your name, "How do you know their batch mates?" You whispered to Thorn.

"Gree is CC-1004 and Fox is CC-1010.... also never call a trooper by their number unless asked," Thorn whispered more about manners around being around clones, "So what brings you into night, Gree?" Thorn interjected.

"Bad day," he replied flatly grabbing the drink from the service droid, "Lost a lot of good men."

Mournfully they clicked their glasses together before slamming them down. Gree apologized to you about talking about the war with a lady around, "No need to sensor yourself for my sake, it's the harsh truth about what's going on."

"Get a load of this, this grub wanted to help. Opening a caf shop in my hall," Fox grunted before his jaw went noticeably tight as you all heard the stomp on his foot, "Don't make me call Bacara, no way to address or treat a lady."

Fox rolled his eyes taking a drink, "Sorry," he sneered. You drove him nuts, he hated how blind you were to the world around you and the harsher facts of what they all go through and endure but the sentiment you had nipped at him like walking through ice without the proper gear.

You gave him a small nod, even if it was a fake apology it was still more then yesterday. Wolffe squinted at him for a moment before rolling his eyes also realizing the small change in his demeanor having Gree around. The six of you went on chatting until the women from yesterday appeared at the counter again. Rex elbowed Fox pointing at the counter with his pinky pointing out the woman. He ignored her stares at him choosing to sip on his beer instead maintaining the conversation about containing the unrest that was been breaking out recently. You and the woman eyed each other apprehensively before she looked at Fox with a shit eating grinning before turning her attention back to the bar. I wonder what that was about. Feeling eyes on you looking back at the table, Fox was glaring at you with an unreadable expression but you could see the fire dancing in his iris's.

"Want to go dance?" Wolffe whispered leaning into your ear noticing the tension, "For a breather, that's it."

Fox looked across at this Vod whispering whatever in your ear receiving an innocent smile over it. Finally he looked up at the woman at the counter with her back to him not realizing his finger had started tapping against the table until Gree flicked his habit, "Something on your mind?" Fox watched Wolffe and you slip away with a scowl on Thorn's face, "Di'kut." Fox grumbled about not wanting tears in his caf even though both of you were doing but laughing. He shook his head annoyed further by your presence of you running off with the known heartbreaker. He watched your hips sway to the beat and the small blushful glances you gave Wolffe while you ignored all of the various sets of eyes on you.  So innocent and wreckless... Fox sighed setting down the glass and stood up.

You watched Fox excuse himself from the table making his way up the woman at the bar. Wolffe's grip on you got a little firmer drawing your attention back to him. His expression was uncannily soft, "I don't know what his problem with you is, but I appreciate what you're doing."

"Thank's Wolffe."

"I think I need to I'll give you back to Thorn," Wolffe chuckled, "If looks could kill," he said spinning you around having you face the table gently pushing you towards it, "I'm not as bad as they say," he admitted, "most of the time."

"Anything you say Mr. Flirt," you teased, "I'm going to use the refresher."

"We'll be waiting ma'am," he teased back, giving you his signature grin.

It was almost surprising having a woman's refresher in the soldiers bar. Pushing the door open walking through a load moan caught your attention. Turning your head you saw the indecent position Fox had the woman from the bar in, her legs spread wide and her top pulled down with his hands covering her breast clawing into them as he continued thrusting into her glaring at you. Her eyes were still closed not realizing the interruption nor his distracted attention. You heard the low threatening growl that escaped him, seeing the glow in his eyes shadowed by the still growing lust and how his breathing was growing even raggeder. Red burned across your face realized you were there a moment to long you quickly ran out of the bathroom taking a quick detour to the men's refresher to do your business, "the women's is occupied," you said awkwardly, "usually is," they laughed knowing what was going on, "We'll step outside real quick," the soldiers said. You thanked them as you left still red faced walking back to the table thankful Fox hadn't return.

"You okay, Ma'am?" Gree asked.

"Traumatized," you said finishing the rest of yours and Thorns drink, "Should have warned me about the use for the woman's refresher."

Rex looked at the counter noticing the absence of Fox and the woman, "Ah, yes that tends to happen. Most of the time no one cares, Apologies."

The image of her, the serene look on her face being on the counter wouldn't leave your mind even covered in a thin coat of sweat she was still beautiful but that wasn't what was really bothering you, it was that she was tinier then you for some reason it would have made you doubt your beauty besides the several troopers eying you. Or the expression on Fox's face, it wasn't anger that you had interrupted him but just like him it was unreadable. Or the way the growl had made you feel like the temperature in the room had risen exponentially.

"Are you okay?" Thorn whispered.

"Yeah, just don't know how I'm going to face him at work."

"Speaking of which," Gree said looking up watching the two of them walk out of the bathroom and the glow across her face, "Unfortunately being around soldiers you will undoubtedly witness several... compromising situations," he added, "It is an adjustment."

"It could have been worse, they could have been naked," Wolffe shrugged.

Rex covered his face and shook his head, "Wolffe has a point, however you should decide if you want to face him now or later," he said noticing them walking this way.

"Later," you admitted.

Rex let out a loud whistle, "Kix!" he said waving over one of the blue soldiers, "Walk the lady home, brother's and I got to talk."

"Yes, Sir. Ma'am," Kix said offering his arm to you as you slide over Thorn and got out.

"Get her home safe trooper," Thorn scoffed with a threatening edge, "I'll try to keep Fox out of your hair tomorrow, maybe slip an order into his office to put up flyers or something."

"Thanks Thorn."

You eyed Kix noticing the bright red medic mark on his shoulder, "I'm sorry they pulled you away from your night of relaxation," you said sincerely.

"I am happy to be of service," he said quickly, "I take it your a fresh face around here" he asked.

"Second night," you admitted.

Thorn glared at Rex, "Why couldn't I just walk her home or to a different bar?" Before he looked up at the squint on Fox's face, "I will never understand him."

Fox's eyes danced between Thorn and Wolffe wondering what he had missed and as to why she was going home with one of the 501st. He left the woman at the counter before standing at the end of the table tapping his foot, "What." he said as more of a statement then a question.

"Did you really have to use the refresher to get your rocks off, Vod?" Gree scowled, "They're are actually woman present."

"Figured it was more private then on a table."

"Did you have to pick the girl who looks like her?" Thorn asked.

"More like she picked me," Fox shrugged sitting down, feeling the thump on the back of his head from Gree, "Apologize."

"She's just a civvie-"

"How many civs have you met that actually care? That don't just look at us like republic property but as actual men? You live here on Coruscant and see the discrimination, scowls and snide comments, you most of all should appreciate the gesture regardless of how useful it is," Gree poked, "Thorn how many pots of caf do you propose the guard goes through on a daily basis?"

Ah that's why I was told to stay, "Minimum, fifty on a bad day? Over a two hundred."

"Precisely, now with an added location there will be less wait times and the availability for stronger drinks and it seems like a morale boost," Rex chimed in, "I don't know what your problem is with someone caring but you need to rein it in. Civs don't know what we go through on a daily bases but she seems to want to know and you're setting a bad example."

"Explains why you had the medic walk her home," Wolffe mumbled.

"Kix is a gentleman."

Kix's hand went through your hair as he kissed against the wall to your apartment shielding you with his body and arm as a neighbor walked by. The kisses were warm and passionate but still modest. Your fingers found the back of his head before running them down his chiseled jaw. He pulled himself away grabbing his helmet off the floor, "Good evening ma'am," he smiled.

You watched him walk down the hall, "Kix!" you called stopping him in his tracks, "If you're not busy tonight..." you nervously asked watching him turn around, "You could be busy if you wanted too," flames danced across your stomach at your boldness.

Kix swapped balance from foot to foot debating if Rex would approve or not before heading towards you, "Whatever you want to do this evening is fine with me," he said awkwardly walking himself inside the opening door after you.

"I think she's having a good night," Wolffe chuckled playfully elbowing Rex, "Such a gentleman."

"Kix probably got called to the med bay," Rex defended.

"I'm sure their playing Doctor and patient," he teased further grinning.

Fox excused himself for the table heading towards the door, the woman from the bar followed him, "Duty calls, have a good evening," he said putting his helmet on retracing his steps back to the apartment.

"Really Wolffe," Gree uttered.

Rex messaged Kix with nearly an instant reply saying he would be indisposed for the evening. Rex let out a groan which got a snicker out of Wolffe. Thorn stared at the door debating if he should go after him, but no one knew what was really going on in his mind he looked to Gree who shook his head, "Leave him be."

Fox found himself at the door of your apartment, he took a deep breath before knocking. Finding you standing there half naked in a Gar issued black long sleeve shirt with the door open his eyes trailed over finding the neat pile of armor with the white and blue bucket sitting to the side. His fist bawled at this side but he stood there staring down at you and the puzzled expression on your face.

"Can I help you, Commander?" Kix asked formally walking over in his black pants with his chest bare.

Fox wanted to snap at him about getting court marshaled but knew he was no better and the red medic symbol on his shoulder plate stopped him, "Can you excuse us for a moment?" he said.

Kix looked to you for a moment seeing your little nod before heading back to the bedroom but leaving the room cracked just so he could listen pausing the sappy holofilm what was playing.

"Yes, Commander Fox?" you asked bitterly, his silence feeling as if it was going to consume time itself.

"You have the sophistication of a Gungan, the hopes of a child and the foresight of a foot step but I wanted to apologize for the position you found me."

"That was a shitty apology, insulting me. You mean glaring at me as you continued to fuck her? Next time lock the door Foxy," you slammed the door in his face.

Fox didn't flinch at how loud it was as the vibration rippled across the underside of his boot pad. Rage boiled up, he thought for minute that his gloves were going to burst. He raised his arm to knock on the door again, he must have subconsciously did because the door flew open again.

"What," you snapped.

"Don't call me Foxy," he growled, "Do you accept my apology or not?"

"I have been nothing but nice to you. At every turn you've done nothing but insult me but you know what? I'll accept it if you leave."

"Then that's not really accepting it."

"It wasn't really an apology, either," you snapped back, "Now if you don't mind I'm busy."

"Have fun getting discarded," Fox turned on his heel marching off.

"Doshing Bantha insufferable-" You started rattling off curses by the time Kix walked back out and put his arms around you, "Come back to bed, I'll make more popcorn... I may have ate the rest waiting."

"Fark, sorry," you mumbled heading towards the kitchen making more before he could, "Thanks for keeping me company," you said watching him follow you leaning against the counter.

"I will admit... it's a good movie," he grinned, "Don't tell Captain Rex."

"Scared he'll think your soft?" You teased.

"Endless teasing," Kix humored opening the microwave grabbing the hot bowl of popcorn, "Now let's go see if he gets the girl."

Fox took himself back to the office and shoved his nose into his work in attempts to keep himself from having to face his brothers and to keep himself from heading back to your apartment. At some point he most have been fallen asleep because his head flew forward hearing brotherly laughter. He stood up seeing how early it was and that he must have indeed fallen asleep, quickly he got up and stretched his legs peering inside finding you, Thorn, the trooper from last night and Rex.

“Come on, Kix, it��s just hazelnut espresso,” you smiled waving the coffee under his nose hoping the scent of hazelnut would entice him.

“Fine,” he replied defeated taking the cup.

“Velvet for you,” you said handing another cup to Thorn, “Basic vanilla for the Captain,” you said handing Rex a cup “and Butter pecan for me.” You barely got to sip it before noticing Fox in the doorway, you got up silently making him a cup of the darkest expresso topping it with chocolate milk and chocolate syrup, “Mocha for you,” you said flatly handing him a cup before retaking your set at the table.

“This… is dangerously delicious,” Kix stated drinking more.

“A little to sweet,” Rex admitted watching you grab the cup from him to pour some of it out and fill back up with regular coffee, “Better.”

“Only two pumps then,” you mumbled scratching down the note looking at Thorn waiting, “Maybe one more pump?” he said arching an eyebrow. You grabbed the coffee taking a sip, “Would be better as a latte, hold on.” You dumped out the cup and remade it for him. “Flavorful.”

“How is yours Commander Fox?” you asked cordially.

“It’s fine, Ma’am.”

“Did he apologize?” Thorn asked.

“In his own way.”

“While interrupting her this time,” Fox gridded out taking another sip of the chocolate substance.

“It is not what you think, we stayed in and watched movies. That is it,” Kix said defensively had Rex glaring at him.

“Kix was the perfect gentleman.”

Rex’s glare flattered into a smile, “Told you.”

“So why were you in his shirt and him just in his pants?” Fox pointed out stepping into the room closer.

“Some people choose to cuddle to be close but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you just screw strangers on bathroom counters,” you snapped back at him airing what wasn’t his story to tell.

You two were toe to toe glaring at each other, “At least I don’t invite strangers into my domicile,” he countered.

“At least I don’t enjoy being intruded upon.”

“Break it up,” Thorn said grabbing Fox and pulling him back.

“At least I don’t stand there gawking before leaving.”

“At least I’m not doing in a public refresher counter like a pig.”

“I wasn’t the only one you who seemed to enjoy it,” Fox bared his teeth before he felt Thorn’s hands pulling him back. His nostrils were flaring and his chest was heaving as he stared down at you feeling something in his core flutter as you didn’t back down under his gaze.

“Break it up,” Rex said standing between both of you, “This isn’t like you Fox.”

“Such a pleasant man,” you scowled watching Thorn escort him from the room.

You gathered the empty cups tasking them into the recycler before moving over to clean the equipment. Awkwardly Kix and Rex stayed at the table whispering back and forth as they waited for you to returned. Sitting down you rested your head on Kix’s shoulder.

“Movies tonight?” Kix whispered trying to ease the tension he saw in your posture, “I still have another rotation off.”

Before you could answer you could hear the shouting match erupt in the hall between Thorn and Fox. The three of you got up and headed into the hall knowing it was about to be a long long day.

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