#like oKAY VELCRO STRAPS

[horrendoushag]

bought a “one size fits most” wrist brace and it turns out I’m not part of the “most”

#it's okay I just need to shorten the velcro straps #like an inch or two #next time i'll try for something with actual sizes ig

[writingouthere]

singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader-Sukuna and Yuuji really want you to join their family! role reversal from my other series, think this will just be a one-shot though. Yuuji is Sukuna's brother but he's raised him since he was a baby and Yuuji calls him dad.

cw: Sukuna is manipulative and also a murderer but everyone's happy and you're both aware so it's okay. this is really just fluff.

"I....want you to be my mommy?"

Sukuna scowled as Yuuji looked more confused than ever.

"No, no that is not what you're saying kid. You're just going to tell her about how the other kids' mommies on the playground make you feel left out."

"But they don't, Megumi's mommy always gives me a snack when I'm hungry!"

"That's not his mommy, that's Megumi's daddy," Sukuna corrected, wondering if this was just a hopeless endeavor. He could have easily followed a plan this simple when he was four, but Yuuji was too soft. This was what happened when you raised a kid in a stable, loving environment. They lost the ability to go for the jugular when needed.

"But Megumi's daddy calls him mommy?" Sukuna didn't hold back his groan. You were going to be coming back from your morning walk any minute. He didn't have time for Yuuji to not get basic directions or to explain the dynamics of that Gojo family.

"Look when we go out there, just look sad and I'll handle the rest."

"But I'm not sad, I'm happy. We're going to the park and Megumi's mommy is bringing mochi today!"

"Shit kid, do you want a mom or not?" Sukuna asked, trying not to roll his eyes as be bent down to snap on the velcro straps on Yuuji's light up sneakers.

"I don't need a mom, I have you," Yuuji said. He looked uncharacteristically defiant and Sukuna couldn't help feeling proud of his little brother.

It had been touch and go when Yuuji was a baby. Sukuna had still been a kid himself and they didn't have any money and Yuuji's mom was even crazier than Sukuna's. Their father nowhere to be seen. Since Sukuna and Uraume had spread the pieces of his corpse around the city.

Sukuna pushed these memories aside and ruffled Yuuji's hair. "I know you don't need one, we only need each other." Yuuji nodded, his little head moving with all his conviction. "But it might be nice, right?"

Yuuji seemed thoughtful before finally biting his lip and looking down at his sneakers. He tapped them, making the red and black lights flash.

"She's really nice, I like her."

"I like her too," Sukuna said and he heard the sound of your sneakers slapping against the tiled hallway. "So let's go and look sad, okay?" Yuuji nodded, determined now and Sukuna grabbed his backpack before the two brothers went out into the hall.

You were just taking your keys out of your bag and you turned to the brothers, a smile on your face. "Good morning gentlemen, it's nice to see you. Heading out?"

That was when you noticed Yuuji's downturned expression. Sukuna saw your face shift into one of concern and he resisted a smirk.

Sukuna cleared his throat and squeezed Yuuji's hand. Good boy. "We're heading out to the park, you know the one by the high school."

"Oooh, that's nice. You like that park, right Yuuji? You said it was the biggest one in the whole city," you crouched down so you could look Yuuji in the eye and Yuuji seemed to forget he was supposed to be sad for a minute because he jumped up and down, the lights of his shoes flashing in the dim hallway.

"Yeah, it has the best swings too!" You ooohed and aawed appropriately while Sukuna tried not to smack his head against the wall. Maybe he and this kid weren't related after all, fuck.

Yuuji seemed to notice his expression because he stopped jumping to look down at feet. He put out his lower lip and used the tip of one of shoes to mess with a scuff mark on the linoleum. It would have made a more pathetic visage if his shoes weren't still lit up.

"Yuuji," you said, coming closer so you could kneel on the ground in front of the boy. The sight of you on your knees did something to Sukuna, but he pushed it aside to see what the brat had in mind. So far, he wasn't impressed with the performance. "Is something wrong?"

"It's just," Yuuji let out a sad sigh that wouldn't get him a gig in a car commercial. "Megumi and his mommy will be there and it makes me feel sad because all the other kids have mommies and I don't." God, there was no way you could be buying this, Sukuna looked at you and saw that your eyes looked a little watery.

Huh, look at that. Maybe he wouldn't have to kick the kid out, after all.

"I'm sorry Yuuji, that must be hard," you said and you reached out and swiped out where Yuuji had even managed to shed a tear. Sukuna felt so proud. "But I know that your dad is really excited to take you and the two of you are going to have so much fun!"

"Could you come too?" Yuuji asked and you bit your lip. Yuuji looked up and batted his little doe eyes at you. "It would make me really happy if you came with us. We could all have fun together."

"I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"It wouldn't be intruding," Sukuna cut in. "If you're busy though no worries, I know we'll have fun just the two of us. Right, Yuuji?"

Yuuji bit his lip and Sukuna could tell he was torn between showing how excited he was to spend time with his dad and being 'sad' so you would join them.

You looked between the two before seeming to come to some kind of decision. "If you don't mind waiting while I change, I'd be happy to join you two. Should I bring anything?"

"I think we're all set. We'll wait outside for you," Sukuna said and Yuuji went up and gave you a big hug that you returned.

Sukuna took Yuuji outside to wait for you, the kid occupying himself with a mostly washed away hopscotch chalk sketch. Sukuna alternated between watching him and texting Uraume who was claiming to be over him and his nonsense. Sukuna would take it more seriously if Uraume hadn't been saying that for going on twenty years. He knew they loved him, fucking sap.

Soon, but not soon enough, you came bounding down the stairs. A scarf tied around your neck, your turtleneck exposed by the open top button of your coat. He couldn't keep letting you be single, looking all pretty like that. He was too greedy for that.

Besides, looking the way you did and knowing your big heart, it was just a matter of time before some nice loser tricked you into settling with them and he just couldn't have that. The idea of you taking someone else home to your warm apartment with it's million throw blankets and a cookie jar, an actual cookie jar, he was convinced you kept stocked up just for Yuuji, made him want to commit another murder.

"Ready?" you asked and Sukuna nodded while Yuuji took your hand in his right and Sukuna's in his left.

"Let's go!"

Yuuji's enthusiasm was contagious and the two of you chatted all the way to the park. Sukuna saw some people shoot you all looks as you walked. Sukuna was used to people viewing him with suspicion, even fear. His tattoos, dyed hair and general demeanor making people cross the street to avoid him. Something about you and Yuuji seemed to balance him out though and people reacted as if they were just looking at a cute family going out on a Saturday.

You didn't seem to notice either way and just continued talking to Yuuji about some new anime for kids Sukuna had probably had to suffer through but hadn't retained any memory of.

As soon as you all got to the park, Yuuji took off with barely a good-bye. You seemed concerned and Sukuna bumped your shoulder with his. "Don't stress, he just sees the Fushiguro kid over there. See, they're already fucking around."

He pointed to where Yuuji was chasing around a scowling dark haired boy the same age as him. Sukuna didn't buy the scowl for a second.

He had once run into the kid and his weird dads at the grocery store and the kid had scolded him when he figured out Yuuji wasn't with him. Sukuna would have knocked the kid down a peg if he wasn't actually four years old and if his 'mommy' didn't low key give him the creeps. Sukuna was pretty sure he wasn't the only person guilty of homicide currently at this playground.

"That's so cute," you cooed and Sukuna nodded along while he took you over to some picnic tables. Unfortunately one of them was already occupied.

"Aww if it isn't Sukuna. How nice it is to see your lovely face on a Saturday morning!"

"Gojo."

Sukuna was ready to leave it there but then the bastard got up and walked over. His partner continued sipping on a large cup of boba, watching from his seat although he gave you a little wave.

"Who is this, new girlfriend?" Gojo asked tilting down his sunglasses to look you up and down.

You laughed and introduced yourself while Megumi's parents did the same. Gojo grabbed your hand when you held it out and kissed the back of it, his lips curved into a smile even as he lingered, his fingers clearly holding onto where your pulse would be. Sukuna moved closer to you and put a hand around your waist, the gesture a clear sign for the other man to back off which Sukuna knew Gojo understood because the bitch fucking smiled at him.

Sukuna didn't necessarily take any of Gojo's flirtations seriously. He flirted with every mom and dad on the playground, including him when they first met. He'd even seen him flirt with the guy who worked the ice cream truck so egregiously the kid had looked on the verge of passing out. His partner never seemed bothered and Sukuna wondered if he was just that secure in the relationship or if he hoped someone would finally come along and get the annoying man away from him.

As usual though, Gojo lost interest quickly and went back to his husband who didn't say anything as Gojo lay across his lap like some kind of housecat.

"There are children here," Sukuna said. Mostly out of spite and not jealousy that the two of you weren't curled up like that.

"Don't be homophobic," Gojo said and you snorted before looking innocent when Sukuna shot you a look.

"Alright, let's go see what Yuuji's up to." Sukuna went along with your excuse, mostly just because he liked the feeling of your hand in his. The two of you wandered closer to the playground where Megumi and Yuuji were currently engaged in a game with some other kids that Sukuna couldn't have possibly guessed the subject of.

The kids alternated running around the large structure, disappearing into tunnels, jumping down to hide underneath slides and behind climbing walls. Every time Yuuji popped back up to view he would wave and call out to you both. Sukuna still felt a little warm whenever the kid called him dad and the look you gave him after made him feel caught.

"So, I can see why Yuuji was so sad those morning. Megumi's parents are just vicious monsters," you said and Sukuna was so taken aback he knew his expression didn't hide it well. You smiled and swung your hand that was still in his, turning so you could look at him.

"I don't think that's what the issue was," Sukuna managed and you nodded.

"Right, it must have been because he's so lonely," you said before the two of you were interrupted by the sound of children's ecstatic laughter. You both looked to where Yuuji was now being chased by an entire horde of children.

"I'm the curse, you have to catch me," he yelled out and the other children screamed and laughed as they tried to grab him. Yuuji had never had a hard time making friends and that was very evident in the way he got kids of all ages, even the quiet ones to join in on his game.

"You can have friends and still be lonely," Sukuna argued and you gave him just the softest look. It wasn't fair for you to see through his schemes and still look at him like that.

"Are you lonely, Sukuna?" You got closer to him, your hand still got in his and you were so warm. "Maybe I should come home with you, then?"

Sukuna couldn't have stopped himself from kissing you even if he wanted to, which he didn't. He let go of your hand so he could cup your face in both of his palms. You moaned your approval into his mouth and he responded by nipping your upper lip, pulling you up to meet him as he leaned down to kiss you. Sukuna was about to risk another arrest by taking you right here in the park before a familiar voice called out to the both of you.

"Hey now, there's children here."

Sukuna turned to give the infuriating dumbfuck a piece of his mind when you distracted him by pulling him back to you and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He could leave the fight with Gojo for another day, he supposed. He knew he'd win anyway.

You're smiling and you look so happy and Sukuna doesn't feel the least amount of guilt in getting you here. Even if you knew it was a trick.

Although.

Did this mean you knew that all those times he was "stuck at work" and needed someone to watch Yuuji were a lie too? Or that he actually could cook and the one time he set the building fire alarm off had been because he started an actual fire and not just him burning dinner and two of them didn't actually need you to invite them to dinner so much? Did you also know that your radiator hadn't just stopped working randomly but he had broke it, knowing you would call him because your super never answered, and when he said a part was still missing and you would just have to stay the night at his and Yuuji's place-

Sukuna looked at you more closely and you just kept smiling.

As Yuuji called for the two of you to come help him and Megumi on the swings, Sukuna wondered if he had ever trapped you, even once. Or if you had just let him catch you.

Watching you push Yuuji as the boy screamed for you to go "higher, higher!" he decided he didn't care. Fuck, it might just be better. Knowing you were maybe as crazy as he was.

shout out to the dad at the park today who had the audacity to play with his toddler and have a cute dog at the same time.

also I liked the end of this so much I may just write a prequel of Sukuna and reader taking turns gaslighting the other into a relationship, we'll see.

Edit: wrote the prequel, here!

#jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you

[pathologicalreid]

hello my new favorite tumblr writer 😇 i will b honest i have never requested anything before so!! bear with me. however the spencer reid brainrot is all too real SO would you be open to doing anything with a hotchner!fem!reader? bau or not for the reader! something something hotch is very hesitant about their relationship but maybe reader gets caught in the crossfire of something and hotch and prentiss see them together afterward and prentiss is like “that looks pretty real to me.” DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW THANK YOUUUU 🫡

a father's daughter | S.R.

in which your father doesn't approve of your relationship, but who knows how he'll react when reid jumps into action after a threat against your life

who? spencer reid x hotchner!fem!bau!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, blood, stitches, hospitals, medical inaccuracy word count: 2.03k a/n: anon you are legendary. this is an incredible request and i am so honored to be your new favorite tumblr writer! i am an absolute sucker for anything hotchner!reader (or rossi!reader) so i absolutely ate this request up! (also if anyone wanted to drop a request in my inbox... it would be welcome)

Aaron Hotchner was the most professional person in the BAU, except when it came to you. You, like him, had gone to law school. You were a public defender for just a short time before being put into WITSEC, and when your mother died, you applied to the FBI Academy.

Plain and short, it was nepotism, but no one was going to argue with the man whose wife was murdered by a serial killer. Your dad wanted you in the BAU so he could keep an eye on you, and there was nothing Erin Strauss could do about it. What your father couldn’t control, was your relationship with Reid.

He could tell you that he didn’t approve, but so long as David Rossi, king of inter-bureau mingling, was around, he couldn’t actually do anything to stop you. “I’m just saying that I’ve never seen Reid be consistent with a relationship,” your dad said, having pulled you away from the team to, once again, try to warn you off of your relationship.

“He’s been pretty consistent for the last seven months,” you responded, rifling through the victims' files that were in your arms.

You started to make your way out of the empty office when your father spoke again, “And he’s too old for you.”

Stopping in your tracks, you pivoted and faced your father, “He’s three years older than I am, I’m twenty-six. That’s hardly an age gap to bat an eye at.” The two of you had always had a rocky relationship, he missed a large portion of your childhood due to this job and you always tried to not resent him for it.

Your parents’ marriage fell apart, neither of them handled it well, and you weren’t all that surprised. They had gotten married when your mom got pregnant with you because they thought that was what they were supposed to do, and when Jack couldn’t keep them together, everything fell apart.

“You have no right to lecture me on relationships, Agent Hotchner,” you snapped, staring him down. Daring him to challenge you.

He sighed, obviously trying not to lose his patience with you. “I’d just hate for you to find out you wasted your time on something that wasn’t real.”

The door behind you swung open, you spun on your heels to face Emily. “Sorry, uh, we have a location, Morgan’s coordinating with SWAT,” she said, looking between you and your father.

“Great, let’s go,” your father said, his parental demeanor falling away as his Unit Chief mask took its place.

You walked out the door to see the rest of the team, Rossi tossed you a Kevlar vest as you walked over to where Spencer was standing with the police chief, “Where are we headed?” You asked, undoing the Velcro on the vest and pulling it over your torso. The beige precinct was buzzing as agents and officers prepared to break into the UnSub’s home base. Hopefully to find his most recent victim still alive.

Reid reached over and adjusted the strap of your vest, making sure it was evenly tightened over your shoulders. “Garcia found a warehouse on the other side of town. It’s being rented out under an anagram of the first victim’s name,” he said, gently squeezing your arm before dropping his hands back to his side.

Nodding, you followed the rest of the team out the metal doors of the precinct and into the black SUVs. “Your UnSub’s name is Jonas Watts, he used a different name to rent the space but the account he uses to pay for it is under his name,” Garcia’s voice rang through the speaker as she told you about the perpetrator. “He checks every UnSub box we have, raised by a single father after his mother left, and… oh, multiple arrests for assault.”

You looked up to the driver’s seat, your dad was white-knuckling the steering wheel, entirely focused on driving as you listened to Garcia reciting the UnSub’s rap sheet.

When you arrived at the warehouse SWAT was already there and Morgan started organizing the tactical assault. Drawing your weapon, you nodded at your teammate when he instructed you to go around the back with himself and your father. Allowing Morgan to kick the door down, the three of you held your firearms up and began clearing the warehouse.

Further away, you heard Emily and Spencer clearing the front. “Clear, moving up,” you called into your radio as you approached the stairs, stepping on them carefully so they didn’t creak. On the landing, you looked at a trail of blood on the ground. “There’s a blood trail in the upper west wing,” you whispered.

“Move up, little Hotch, I’m right behind you,” Morgan responded.

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, one that you had begged him to stop using, you moved forward, keeping your firearm aimed right in front of you. Turning into the room that the blood trail led to, you immediately ducked when you saw a knife coming for you. Keeping your gun aimed, you faced down the UnSub, “Jonas Watts, FBI!” You announced yourself, scanning the room for the girl he took last night.

Watts shook his head, “You’re not supposed to be here! You can’t be here!” He shouted in distress.

“Where’s the girl, Jonas? Where did you take Isobel?” You asked him, not seeing her in the room the two of you were in. There was another entrance on the left of him.

He stepped toward you, and you cocked your gun, “I don’t have her now. I lost her, she’s lost,” he said, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Unnerved, you decided to take a leap of faith, “Jonas, where’s your partner?” A partner hadn’t been part of the profile, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The crimes were too complex, it didn’t match up with something as simple as using an anagram of a victim’s name for the warehouse rental.

Morgan filed in behind you, aiming his gun at Jonas, same as you. “Time’s running out, Jonas. If you tell us about your partner we can help you,” he said, slowly inching toward Watts.

“It’s too late,” Jonas wailed.

Someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward before you were pulled to your feet. One arm was locked around your torso, and another was holding a knife to your throat. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll cut her fucking throat!” The unnamed man said from behind you, he was almost impossibly tall, easily overpowering you.

You didn’t dare move, not with that knife to your throat, one false move and you’d bleed out. Morgan shouted for him to let you go, but he just pressed the knife tighter to your neck, splitting the skin.

Shutting your eyes, you tried not to cry, fearing the damage it would do to your throat.

Your captor held you tightly to him, using your body to block Morgan from shooting. Something warm trickled down your collarbone, and you weren’t sure if it was blood or tears.

For a moment, you thought you could swing your foot back into his knee, but the fear of having your carotid cut outweighed your bravery.

Ever since you were a kid, you thought death would be quiet. Something you slipped into like sleep, but your death was loud, and it left your ears ringing.

The afterlife was the weirdest place you’ve ever been, someone was calling your name, and you heard your rights being read. Although, why you would need your Miranda Rights in the afterlife you had no idea.

“Angel, please open your eyes,” someone said.

Confused, you opened your eyes and saw familiar eyes staring down at you. Golden and bleary. Spencer, Spencer was here. You tried to sit up, but he held you down, keeping a hand on your throat.

Morgan was shouting for medical, saying there was an agent down. You turned your head to see the still unidentified UnSub on the ground, shot through the temple. Using his free hand to turn your chin, “Don’t look,” Spencer whispered. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, angel.”

If you weren’t still coming down from an adrenaline high, you might’ve smiled at the irony of the nickname. Being called ‘angel’ after having your neck cut felt like tempting fate.

Where was your dad? Of everyone here, you expected him to be here, barking orders at people.

As if summoned by your thoughts, your dad appeared, nearly hauling an EMT behind him, “Help her,” he said.

Yeah, that absolutely tracked.

The EMT’s packed your wound and assured everyone that your carotid had not been slit, against your protests, the ambulance brought you to the hospital for stitches. Emily had run to the hotel to get your go bag, allowing you to change out of your bloodied clothes.

Thankfully, the doctors said you didn’t need to stay overnight, meaning you and the team got to go home. “How are you feeling?” Spencer asked while you were waiting to board the jet.

You hummed, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, and leaning against a car, “Tired, but I’m alright.” Tired might have been underselling it, you felt like all of the energy had been physically drained from your body. “You worry too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes for just a moment. Your throat was a little raspy, but it should go back to normal after a couple of days.

“Your throat was cut about four hours ago, some might say I’m not worrying enough,” he responded, reaching down, and picking up your bag, carrying it over to the jet once they got the okay to board. On the jet, he gestured to the seat, “Lay down, get some rest.”

You furrowed your brows, “Isn’t it kind of frowned upon to take up a whole seat?” You asked, of course, sometimes it happened, but you didn’t want to take up too much space.

Spencer cocked his head at you, “I don’t think anyone is going to fight you on it, love.”

Taking a deep breath, you sat down on the seat, laying down and closing your eyes, falling asleep before you even left the tarmac.

Being the Unit Chief had its perks, surely, but the piles of paperwork sometimes felt never-ending. Aaron took a deep breath before he closed the file, Rossi sat across from him, nursing a glass of whiskey.

“Hey,” Prentiss whispered, taking the seat next to him and setting her glass of water down on the small table. “Do you see that?” She said, gesturing with her head toward where you were lying down, asleep.

Right next to you was Reid, who usually had his nose buried in a book at this point in a flight, but he was wide awake, and all of his focus seemed to be on you. Begrudgingly, Hotch watched as Spencer reached over and tucked a blanket around you as if he was afraid you’d freeze on the temperature-controlled jet. “What about it?” Hotch asked, reaching over for the next file.

His eyes flicked up again, Spencer was sitting on the floor of the jet. Everyone had elected to leave the couch seats for the two of you, but the one across the aisle from you was empty. Like Reid didn’t even want you to be any more than one foot away from him.

Leaning back in the chair, Emily shook her head, “That’s what we in the business call hypervigilance.”

Hotch didn’t respond, he just spared another glance over at the two of you. “’We in the business’?” He inquired, humoring Prentiss.

“I’m just saying… the hovering? The blanket? I don’t know about you, but that looks pretty real to me,” she said, leaning back in the leather seat.

Silently, he glared, it would seem his hopes of getting the team to stop eavesdropping on familial conversations were quashed.

“Just let the kids be, Aaron,” Rossi said, grinning into his glass.

He cleared his throat and flipped open the new file before he acquiesced, “Fine, for now.”

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[rileyslibrary]

Penny for your thoughts

Synopsis: You’ve recently been transferred to a UK base and struggle with British currency. Your lieutenant is mortified—and rightfully so.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,286 (approx. 5-6 mins reading time)

Notes:

I thought it was funny when I wrote it, okay? It’s a crackfic. There’s some teasing and playful banter in there, but I can’t label it as fluff.

Warnings: Profanity. Lots of it.

More A/N at the end.

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You’ve been trying to escape the lieutenant’s grip for the past two hours.

The upcoming mission requires close combat skills, he said. You’ll need to infiltrate a facility with minimum weapons and immobilise—but not kill—the targets for interrogation.

You admitted to him that you hadn’t practised in a long time and your combat skills were a little rusty. But Ghost assured you this wouldn’t be a problem and offered a refresher course in ground fighting and submission techniques.

You never imagined this would be an issue when you agreed to it. On the contrary, your lieutenant was an expert in combat, and training with him could be considered a masterclass.

Looking at it now, with your cheek pressed against the floor and your body twisted like a nautical knot, you wish you could take it back.

The mats have become your second skin. Ghost relentlessly pins you to the ground and immobilises your limbs while explaining the mechanics behind each hold. Sometimes you wonder why he gets into so much detail since you can’t hear shit and are practically knocked out.

Yet, he doesn’t give up on you. He advises you to feel the weight shift, urging you to exploit the slightest openings, encouraging you to break free. Whenever he sees you’re struggling or senses you’re uncertain, he taps your hand or leg, giving you clues to help you.

He immobilises you once more, but he pats your back this time.

“Alright,” he says, standing up, “that’s enough for today.”

He walks to the bench, picks up his towel, and pats his neck. You roll on your back and spread your arms.

“I feel like a pretzel.” You whisper.

“Yup,” he confirms, “that’s Jiu-Jitsu for ya.”

Drenched in sweat, you push yourself off the ground and slowly walk to your bag. You extract your towel and begin rummaging through your wallet to find spare coins for a water bottle. You manage to find one pound, but unfortunately, you fall short.

“Lt.?” You call out.

He turns halfway to give you his attention while tugging the velcro straps from his gloves.

“Do you have fifty pennises?”

He stops midway and lets go of the velcro strap. It can wait. His eyes have formed two thin lines, and his eyebrows almost touch each other.

“Do I have fifty what, soldier?”

“I need fifty pennises.” You reply, this time louder, “Do you have fifty pennises?”

His eyes have changed. They’re not squinting anymore. They are bulging. He frantically looks left and right, bringing his index finger to his mouth.

“Shhhh!” He whispers and runs towards you, waving his other hand in front of your face. “Shut your mouth!”

He closes the distance between you and looks behind him.

“What is wrong with you?” He whispers.

You raise your eyebrows and blink rapidly.

“No,” you reply, “what is wrong with you?”

He lets out a sigh and looks at his surroundings once again. He scratches the side of his chin and clasps his hands in prayer.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” he requests more calmly this time, almost begging you, “Make a sentence out of it.”

“I’m thirsty.” You explain.

“Obviously.”

He’s starting to get on your nerves. You open your palm and raise it to his eye level.

“Look,” you order and point at the coin, “I have one pound.”

“I can see that.” He replies and puts his hand on yours, pushing it down so he can look at you.

“The vending machine needs one pound and a half.”

“Say it.” He commands and swallows hard, “The vending machine needs one pound and fifty...”

You clench your jaw and look at him dead in the eyes.

“Pennises.”

He lets out a snort and clasps his hand at the bridge of his nose. He turns his back to you and takes a few steps away. His shoulders move up and down.

“Ah, soldier,” he replies, still looking the other way. “that’s a lot of pennises.”

You run a hand through your hair and sigh.

“I know my pronunciation is probably wrong,” you state and shut your eyes, “but I need them.”

“Don’t say that,” he says between gasps, “you don’t need that many.”

With your eyes still closed, you start babbling about how wrong he is and how you wish you had a million of them so you could escape this hellhole and retire on an island. He squats to the ground and covers his masked face with his hands.

He sounds like he’s whimpering. You might have assumed he was sobbing if you hadn’t known the cause of his stance. But you knew why he was half crying, half laughing. It sounded hideous. It was hideous. You just can’t remember the word.

What’s it called, what’s it called...

You open your eyes. Ghost is walking towards you, wiping away tears from his eyes. He retrieves a fist of coins from his pocket and, muttering something under his breath, chooses two. He pinches a silver hexagonal-shaped coin with his fingers and shows it to you.

“This,” he says, “is fifty pence, or 50p.”

“Pence or p.” You repeat.

“That’s right.” He confirms and pinches a smaller coin with his other hand. “Now, this little one is a penny. Fifty of these are called fifty pennies.”

“Pennies,” you echo and slap your thighs, “See? Was it that hard to explain?”

“Oh yes,” he replies and nods slowly, “yes, it was that fucking hard.”

You lift your palm. “Can I have the big one?” You ask.

“Say it first.” He commands you.

You roll your eyes. “Can I have the 50p, Lt.?”

“Of course, you may have the 50p.” He says and places the coin in your hand, ��What you absolutely may not have is fifty….” He stops and lets a repressed chuckle out.

You press your lips together and bite your cheek to not respond to his teasing. But you can’t.

“…pennises, I presume?” You sneer.

“Yeah, no.” He says and vigorously shakes his head, “You don’t want that.”

You wince and rub the back of your neck. Ghost tries to comfort you, telling you it’s ok and you shouldn’t feel bad, but he doesn’t believe it himself. He’s smiling beneath that mask; you can tell by how the grimace alters his voice. You thank him for the coin and walk to the vending machine.

“Soldier,” he calls out, “how many times have you said that word since you came to the UK?”

You tilt your head and try to recall.

“I can’t remember.” You conclude.

“You can’t remember if you ever said it, or there were so many occasions that you can’t count them?” He asks with a trembling voice.

“No, Lt.,” you reply, defeated, “I don’t remember asking another person for that.”

He looks relieved. He lets out a long exhale and rubs his masked face with his palms.

“I never thought I’d ever say this,” he says, “but I’m glad I was the first one.”

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A/N: I wrote this in March, along with this story (yes, they’re very similar). Although I liked the idea and thought it was funny, I initially discarded it because it felt stupid, and chose to post the other one (not like the other one is pure genius). It remains as such, but as I said, it’s a crackfic. I’m not researching how to improve human welfare.

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[rizsu]

of importance lyney, neuvillette.

sum. what happens when dealing with an unserious partner and another who's never easy to read and secretly emotional.

it's unusually quiet for a friday. if lyney's not practicing magic tricks, he's flirting your ears off. whatever the case may be, lyney is always within an arm's reach but today isn't like that. ever since he rolled out of bed, lyney kept contact short and busied himself with anything but you.

not that it's a big deal — he's a magician. a nation-wide famous magician. of course he's not going to be glued to you like a velcro strap but who's to say his mind isn't spiralling with you?

lyney isn't busy. he snuck out under the guise of work to practice a cheesy, lovey-dovey magic trick. the trick's simple: in one hand, he'll create the illusion of pulling a cloth through it with another. at the end of the cloth, he'll crumple it in his fist to reveal a key covered in rainbow rose's petals. when you retrieve the key, he'll then guide you to a locked chest; open it and there lies a bouquet mixed with marcottes and rainbow roses, a letter, and an envelope.

in all honesty, lyney thinks the trick's destined to fail. he's already hidden the chest — the problem lies in the first part. he knows no fear until it comes to showing you any tricks. tricks that aren't for the opera theatre. the difference between you and them isn't big: you know most secrets behind his tricks, they don't. hopefully you're too amazed by him to understand the "magic" behind it.

taking baby steps into your home, he sneaks behind you, tapping on your shoulder to surprise you. "what'ya doing?"

you took a sharp turn around, raising your hand to defend only to stop yourself. "oh my god, lyney, don't scare me like that!"

lyney laughs, finding amusement in you. sitting on the bed, he prepares himself for the mini magic show. with both hands behind his back, lyney speaks, "i have a little something to show you."

"really?" you questioned, paying more attention to your moisturizer.

"yes, so focus on me," demanding your attention on him, he stands up with a little jump, lips pressed into a cheeky smile.

"i know that look on your face." your eyes squinted, already guessing what's about to happen.

lyney can only smile in response, tilting his head as he focused his eyes on you. feeling confident in his skills, he begins the play.

"eyes on me, okay?"

"yes, yes," nodding you, lean on the dressing counter, pouring all your attention on his hands.

unfortunately, the feeling of doom lyney felt earlier proved itself to be true. just before he could've crumpled the petal-covered key, everything fell out of the cloth.

"oh—"

"should i — should i turn around?" you asked, stifling a giggle. while lyney looks betrayed, you felt your stomach harden at every attempt to not laugh.

"no," he spoke, feeling no shame, lyney walks to you, one hand secured on your lower back as the other stations itself on the counter. "i have a better idea."

"oh!" now it's your turn to be stunned.

"monsieur neuvillette, don't you dare think of running away." you barged into his office, taking large, demanding steps towards him.

neuvillette's confused. he has no intention of running — it's unsightly for his position in fontaine. his confusion only increases when you slammed both hands on his desk.

"my apologies, monsieur neuvillette! i tried to stop her," the security melusine apologizes, clearing the situation on her half to neuvillette. she shoots you a glare due to your unmannerly entrance at such an important place.

"it's all right, do not fret," he responds, redirecting his eyes to you. "what happened?"

"you, mr. justice, forgot something didn't you?" you started, lacing your tone with pettiness.

his confusion bar reaching its peak, neuvillette's face remained calm in contrast to him racking his brain to remember what he forgot. there's no way he forgot anything. he's a scheduled man who gets things done within one-to-two business days!

"i'm not certain. if such happened then i apologize, my dear."

you can only sigh, dramatically dropping your head. deciding it'll be best to remind him, you spoke, "maybe i should've requested a trial. it was our anniversary yesterday."

shock, disbelief, and many other unknown human-related emotions swirled through neuvillette. although he knows not a sentence about anniversaries and its importance to your kind, he knows it's something you treasure.

"forgive me, please."

"it's okay, i just wanted to tease you!" you attempted to reassure him. however, such methods doesn't work on him. he will make it up to you. whether it's today, this evening or tonight.

"it is not okay. if you aren't busy, i will clear my schedule right now," neuvillette spoke with dominance. he's not allowing this to go by.

you stretch an arm out to pinch his cheek, giving in to his words. "you already know i'm never busy."

"that i do," he nods, signing off his name to declare the end of his shift.

neuvillette walks to you, taking your hand in his. giving your hand a light squeeze, he apologizes again, "please, forgive my ignorance."

"hey, it's okay. you're not a machine to remember everything," you reassured him again, moving your gaze to the windows. "huh — wasn't it sunny just a minute ago? why's it so cloudly?"

neuvillette doesn't respond. too immersed sulking at the thought of missing something so important to you by an entire day.

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[darlingmbappe]

Revenge Gift | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

— Click here for part 2! —

Summary: When Kylian leaves you high and dry, you decide on a leaving him a little revenge gift.

Warnings: Making out, sexy pictures, teasing, cussing, English is not my first language

Kylian was so happy to see you when you came over today. His face lit up the second he saw you, pulling you in for a long and deep kiss. You both had the afternoon off — a rare occurrence for your never ending clashing schedules — and these past couple of weeks have been especially busy. Working on a project in its preproduction stage comes a lot of late nights and even later mornings. Kylian turns in early and is up at the ass crack of dawn.

Besides the cheeky texts you’ve been sending back and forth, you two hadn’t had a chance to be intimate in a while. Quality time has been at an all time low, probably three weeks had passed since you’ve touched each other in that way. So, imagine how eager you two were when you quickly made it up to his bedroom.

“I fucking miss you,” he breathes between kisses on your exposed neck. You hum in response, too lost in feeling his bare chest against your skin to properly tell him you fucking miss him too. “You drive me crazy when you send me those sexy pictures.” Your hips grind against him while you sat on his lap, earning huffs and low moans from your boyfriend.

He played with the straps of your bra before losing them, following with a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

You huff out a laugh. “How do you think I feel when you send me thirst traps from the locker room, huh?”

Any other time he would deny that they were thirst traps and that you were just thirsty for him, but he only has one thing in mind right now. He reaches behind your back and begins playing with the clasp of your bra, a part he (shamefully) always struggles with. “Why don’t they use Velcro for these things?” He grumbled.

You giggle at him, reaching back to do it yourself. He sits back on the bed and prepares himself to just watch you, his eyes dark with lust and need. Just before you were able to unhook it, his phone starts ringing.

“Shit, sorry.” He reached for it on the nightstand. “Thought I turned that off.” Kylian looks at the caller ID and winces, looking up at you with I’m sorry eyes.

You shrug and drop your arms from your back, disappointed but understanding. “Go ahead, take it.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats before sliding the answer button, immediately sounding annoyed with the caller. You crawl off his lap and make yourself comfortable on the open side of the bed, waiting for him to do something about the throbbing in your core. “What? Today?” He exclaims, jumping out of the bed and begins looking for his something to put on. “I thought it was next week, why didn’t you text me?” He pulls the phone down from his mouth and mouths another ‘I’m sorry’ before putting his clothes back on.

He ends the call with frustration, turning to you with the face of the guiltiest man alive. You roll your eyes and huff, but ultimately realize that this is something he has to do, or else he sure as hell wouldn’t be leaving you alone in his bed right before you were about to get naked. “Go.” You force a little grin out for both your sakes.

“You know I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to—”

“I know, Ky. It’s okay, go.” You’re used to forcing the good sport attitude. It was a package deal while dating someone like Kylian.

“Please be here when I come back.” He begs, putting a baseball cap on and a T-shirt.

You stand up, trudging over to him and wrapping a loose hug around his waist. “If you’re back before six…”

He hugs you back, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll try my best, amour.”

You kiss him quickly before shoving him toward the door, his gaze lingered on your bare body for a long second, tutting and cursing under his breath, then forcing himself out of the house.

Once he left, you put on some comfy clothes, made some tea, and began watching a movie in his living room. It wasn’t even two hours later when you phone binged — a message from Kylian.

Kyks <3: what’s the latest you can stay over?

You immediately respond back

You: No later than 6:15

You watched the three bubbles appear before his response.

Kyks <3: fuuuuuuuucccckkk :,(

You frown, realizing that your day with Kylian wasn’t happening.

Kyks <3: I’m sorry amour, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.

Kyks <3: I love you

You: I know you will

You: and I love you too

With a long huff, you stand up and decide to just grab your things and go to your place before you had to head out to work, maybe change into a less itchy bra.

As you walked around kylians room to double check that you grabbed everything, a small black and white object on his dresser caught your eye — his Polaroid camera.

Interesting.

He was obsessed with it for a couple weeks before completly forgetting about it, leaving it to collect dust in his room. Picking it up, you saw he had three photos left in it, and you had a plan brewing. A small form of payback, if you will.

Shuffling back out of your clothes, you propped yourself on his bed, the camera lying next to you. Kylian had yet to see this set in full, so you might as well let him know what he walked out on.

With a quick reposition, you laid down on his silk pillows, squeezed your boobs together to create more cleavage, putting your hand lazily near your mouth.

Snap!

Next, you sat up on your knees, opening your thighs slightly to give him a better view of the black lace that was sewn on mesh at the middle, angling the lens downward at your body.

Snap!

With only one more left in the roll, you decide to show him a little more skin. Taking off your bra, you toss it aside, covering your nipples with your arm. Once you figure out the pose, you snap the last picture.

You put the developing pictures next to each other and shuffle back into your sweatpants and tank top.

Damn, you thought when they were funny developed. You looked so hot. You displayed them nearly on top of his pillow. Now that your satisfied with your teasing revenge, you gather your things and head home.

Around 8:30, the writers room was very unproductive. Everyone had all hit a wall and was out of ideas for the time being. Bouncing off one another felt pointless and everyone was a little frustrated. Usually while at work, your phone was on focus mode so you didn’t get off track, but you had resorted to playing a racing game while hoping inspiration for the script would drop from the sky. Just when you were about to beat your high score, you got a buzz in your phone with a message from your boyfriend. Then another. And another…

Kyks <3: you cannot do this to me right now baby

Kyks <3: you’re evil

Kyks <3: fuuuuccckk bebe I need you to come over right now

Kyks <3: I’m serious. U fucking tease

You bit back a laugh, wishing you could see his reaction in person.

You: I take it you like the pictures?

Kyks <3: I will pay you double whatever you make today if you leave work right now

This time you giggle out loud, catching the attention of your co-writers.

“Sorry,” you said through blushing cheeks. As you were about to put your phone down, you got another buzz. Though you thought about ignoring it, you decided to take a quick peek.

Holy shit.

Your extremely sexy boyfriend had taken a photo for you and you had to physically stop yourself from drooling, your face flushing with color as you took in the picture on your screen. The phone was now held close to your chest just in case anyone was peaking over your shoulder and saw the filthy shot.

His abs we’re on full display — he snapped the shot from his perspective as he laid down in his bed, a white towel hung low on his hips. Your Polaroids were splayed out across his covered leg and his hand covered his groin, large fingers wrapped around his covered member, showing off his perfect outline.

Kyks <3: I’m I gonna have to take care of myself? :(

Without thinking, you wrote back.

You: don’t you dare.

“You guys don’t need me tonight, right?” Your voice cracked. None of your coworkers said anything, just looked at you with a face that screamed ‘seriously?’ “Pleeease, you guys? I swear I’ll come in on Monday with donuts from Azúcar.”

That promise was enough for them to be okay with you leaving early. You texted Kylian back as soon as you gathered your things.

You: be there in 20

He took no time replying.

Kyks <3: counting down the seconds

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[babyhatesreality]

The little one seems like a adventurous one.

What if they have placed to be and they are a little late. Bucky put you on his hip so you would run around all the time while they try to get everything ready to go.

But when Bucky wants to get the stairs down fast, maybe a little to fast, he is slipping whit you and now rushing the stairs in his behind all the way down.

And little ones reacting would be like „AGAIN?! I was flying!“ 🥺😂

While they both try to calm down

HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE

This request gave me life. And made me laugh so hard. I love it. <3

Time is a Flyin'

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader (featuring Bucky)

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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He wouldn't look at the clock. He wouldn't look at the clock. He WOULDN'T look at the clock.

He looked at the clock.

Shit. Even later than he thought. Steve was gonna kill him.

"Baby, where are you?" Bucky hollered as he raced around the house. You suddenly popped up from the couch, the blanket slipping off your head.

"Here I yam!" you cheered. Bucky did a sudden about-face and raced back into the living room, making you giggle. You reached for him but squeaked in surprise when he hoisted you into his arms so fast the room became a blur.

"Listen up baby, Daddy's running really late to meet Papa," Bucky explained to you in a rush as he ran down the hallway, holding on to you tightly. "So I need best behaviors right now, okay?"

"Okay Daddy!"

"Good girl," Bucky muttered as he plopped you down on the bench by the front door and began quickly shoving your shoes on. He deliberately chose the ones with the velcro straps so he didn't have to waste time tying laces. He suddenly realized you weren't wearing a coat and just managed to catch the swear word before it left his lips.

"Bunny, go run and get your coat. Fast as you can, chop chop," he said, clapping his hands playfully at you. You squealed with delight at the new game and took off for your bedroom as Bucky flew back into the kitchen to refill your day bag with snacks. He cursed under his breath once he knew you were out of earshot; he just KNEW not refilling it immediately after yesterday's trip to the library was going to be a mistake.

He looked at the clock again. SHIT. He was so dead.

"Baby, got your coat?" he hollered loudly, throwing the backpack on and racing towards your room. He screeched to a halt in your doorway. You had put your jacket on, but had gotten distracted by your stuffies.

"Daddy can Jellybean come?" you asked innocently, turning to meet his eyes, but instead gave another squeak as Daddy swooped you up into his arms again.

"Not this time, Baby," he said, before giving you a long kiss on the temple to take the sting of not being able to bring your bunny along. "We gotta go meet Papa and fast, don't want Jellybean getting lost along the way." Knowing Daddy needed best behavior right now, you just sighed and waved to Jellybean as Daddy raced towards the front door.

"JARVIS, doors!" Bucky yelled as you approached. You heard the click of the locks right before Bucky practically ripped the door off its hinges, slamming it quickly. "Lock it up," Bucky ordered the AI as he ran down the hallway.

"JARVIS, PLEASE," you said deliberately, your voice jolting a bit as Bucky ran, which, in turn, made you giggle. You weren't allowed to run in the hallways- this was FUN.

"Of course, Mr. Barnes and Princess," JARVIS replied politely. You were already too far away to hear the clicking of the locks, but you knew JARVIS had it taken care of. You tried to pat Bucky on the cheek to get his attention as he huffed towards the elevator, but he was going so fast and you were bouncing so hard you accidentally smacked his forehead.

"Sorry Daddy!" you chirped when he gave you the side eye. "But did you see that I helped with the door??"

"Yeah, good job Princess," Bucky said with a quick grin, before focusing back on the path in front of him. He came to a halt right in front of the elevator. He mashed the button quickly, but it didn't light up. He pushed it again- nothing. "C'mon, c'mon," he muttered, practically putting his fist through the panel in his frustration.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barnes, but I'm sorry to inform you that the elevator is currently down for maintenance," JARVIS said apologetically.

"SHIT," Bucky hissed, then immediately held up one finger in front of your suddenly excited face. "Don't even think about it," he warned. "That's a no-no word."

"How's come all the fun words are no-no words? Dat's not fair."

"Life ain't fair, kiddo."

"Papa gonna wash your mouth out with soap, Daddy."

"I'll give you an extra cookie after dinner if you don't tell Papa what I said."

"DEAL!"

That having been settled, Bucky looked over at the stairway door. At least he managed to only think the swear word instead of saying it this time. He sighed heavily, and shoved open the door. He looked all the way down the stairwell. Your apartment was on one of the upper levels. It was going to take forever to walk down the stairs and make him even later and Steve was going to kill him even harder. He came up with a plan, but didn't have time to really think it through- except one thing.

Bucky's head snapped to you, looking you right in the eye. "Listen up, Private Baby," he said, using his Sergeant voice. You instantly paid attention, looking at him with wide eyes. "You hang on tight, you hear me? Don't let go for anything. I'm not gonna let you fall," he said firmly. "And don't you DARE try this on your own, got it?" You had no idea what he was talking about, but you were intrigued, to say the least. You had no fear of Daddy ever dropping you- he and Papa were the strongest in the whole world and you knew he would never let you go. So you did as he asked- you gripped him as hard as you could around his neck and locked your legs into place around his waist.

"Okay, Sergeant Daddy!"

The next thing you knew, you were flying through the air. Daddy was jumping over entire flights of stairs, holding on to you so tightly it took your breath away. Your focus kept snapping back and forth between the intense concentration on his face as he leaped and the whoosh of air blowing your hair back as the concrete stairs just disappeared underneath you. You were just completely at a loss for words or actions as you held on for dear life and the floors of the tower passed by in a blur.

Bucky finally made it to the ground floor where the garage was, and stopped. Super soldier or not, he needed a moment after that. Breathing hard, he craned his neck to look down at you. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, trying to regulate his breathing as he swallowed hard. You didn't answer for a moment, you just stared at the ground, then slowly turned your head to look at him. You blinked twice, but didn't say anything. "Baby?" he asked again, starting to panic a bit. "Are you okay?"

"AGAIN!!!" you suddenly screamed joyfully, catching him completely off guard. "AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!! DO IT AGAIN DADDY!!!!"

Bucky's face couldn't have been more shocked if he'd tried. "Wh-what?" he said stupidly, not believing what he was hearing.

"CAN WE DO IT AGAIN????" you begged, bouncing in his arms. "That was the mostest funnest thing ever!!! We was FLYING!!!" You were wiggling so hard in your sheer delight that YOU were now shaking HIM. "Can we please do it again??? I promise to be good forever!!! Please please please again again again!!!!"

Knowing he now had TWO big problems on his hands, Bucky just started storming towards their car, which, of course, was all the way at the other end of the floor. The world was against him today. "Listen, Trouble," he said. "You remember how I said we weren't telling Papa about the no-no word?"

"Yeah, and da cookie!"

"If you don't tell Papa about flying down the stairs like we just did, I will let you pick out three new stuffies this weekend."

"WOW!! Dis many??" you asked, delightedly holding up three fingers. He couldn't help but grin.

"You are so smart," he said, kissing the side of your head as he hurried. "Yup, that many. But you CANNOT tell Papa. You tell Papa and the deal's off, got it?"

"Got it!"

"It'll be our little secret about flying, okay?"

"Okay! I am really good at secrets about flying, Daddy! Like how it's a secret when Uncle Sam is watching me and we go flying around the city with his falcon wings."

"Wait- WHAT?!"

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[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 11)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (11)

Masterlist (other parts here)

Lucy would have kept sleeping if it weren’t for her knee. She woke to the delicious warmth of YFN, curled in front of her. Lucy’s left arm was cuddled through little alcove of her neck, and around her body. Her other arm was slung over the top of her and laying on her tummy, tucked gently into the waist band of her shorts so it didn’t slip. Lucy’s face was in the back of her neck, smelling her own brand of conditioner in YFN’s hair. She was still asleep, her chest softly rising and falling, and she was pressed back into Lucy, the two as close as they could get.

Lucy’s knee, however, was throbbing. She looked down and realised her knee brace was tight, her knee must have swollen into it overnight and now it was so unbearable it managed to wake her. It had a Velcro strap, so she knew it would be loud, but she needed it off. Reaching down with one hand she tried to tear it slowly and realised it was just as loud. YFN started to shift. Quickly, Lucy ripped the Velcro and the release was sweet. She threw it off the bed, her knee able to breathe again but god, it was throbbing.

YFN rolled backward into Lucy and her hand came behind her, reaching for Lucy’s swollen knee.

“Luce..?” She slurred, half-asleep.

“It’s okay, little one. Just a little swollen.”

YFN hummed and gave a little stretch, her back arching against Lucy. Lucy reached her arm back over and gently traced patterns in the soft skin of her tummy. She hummed again, happy. She liked this. YFN’s hand started stroking Lucy’s thigh behind her. She always did this, Lucy noticed. She always tried to make sure they were both receiving the same love and same treatment. Lucy’s lips found her neck and she planted a series of soft, lingering kisses there. She loved waking up with her. YFN’s hand moved from Lucy’s thigh to tangle in her hair. Oh, she loved her like this also. She loved her from behind. Lucy’s hand found her chest, fingers massaging but not yet giving attention to her nipples. When her thumb did eventually graze over her nipple, YFN squirmed and Lucy used that signal to slide her other hand down into her shorts. Her mouth wasn’t just kissing now. It was nibbling, sucking, teasing her neck, her ear, her jaw. Lucy’s hand slid into her wetness and YFN shuddered in her arms. She shuffled her shorts and underwear down slightly and moaned as Lucy’s fingers slid into her. Her grip tightened on Lucy’s hair, holding her head down to her neck, tilting it for her. Her legs parted for her also, giving Lucy better access. God, I’m so lucky, Lucy thought. She let her fingers go in and out of the little Australian, earning her more moaning and wriggling. Ignoring the swollen pain when she bent her knee, Lucy hooked her foot on YFN’s shorts and dragged them down off her. Now free, she curled her leg around YFN’s and rolled backwards slightly, pulling her legs apart and holding them open with her own. Her knee didn’t hurt as much when her leg was slightly bent and so she locked it around YFN’s, holding her right where she wanted her. The wet fucking sounds of her fingers got even wetter and YFN’s sounds of excitement became louder. She was so much more sensitive in the morning, Lucy noted.

Lucy found her G-spot with ease and focused there, curling her fingers to that spot. YFN cried out. “L…Luce…!”

Lucy was half-under her, and very much in control whereas YFN was so sensitive with Lucy’s passionate fucking that she was becoming very much not in control. Her body didn’t know what to do, tensing and shuddering and clenching tightly around Lucy’s fingers penetrating her. She tried to grab at Lucy wherever she could feel her. She was getting close, much, much quicker than she usually did. Lucy felt it, though also felt YFN’s anxiety creep up from her lack of control. Lucy needed her to know she had control of the situation, she knew YFN needed that. And so, she moved her mouth from her neck to her jaw and bit down, holding her still with her teeth. YFN’s body relaxed a little into her submissive state and within a few more thrusts, she came. Her sounds stopped, her breathing stopped, her body went rigid as all her muscles locked and Lucy could barely move her fingers with the tightness in which her body clenched around her. She eased her down and when she was fully relaxed, Lucy slid her fingers out and released her jaw with a kiss. YFN reached down to encourage Lucy’s palm to stay cupping her, needing the pressure for a while as she regained her breath. It took a few minutes until she took Lucy’s hand away and said huskily, “Wow. Luce….wow.”

Lucy moved away slightly so YFN could roll over enough to see her wide grin. “I’ll take the blame for that one.”

“Then I owe you one blame,” YFN replied with an almost embarrassed little smile.

They eventually made it to the shower, YFN helping Lucy regardless of her pride. She made sure the shower was just cold enough to ease Lucy’s knee a bit without them being freezing. Lucy couldn’t put weight on her leg, she needed it to be iced badly. She sat back on the little ledge in the shower, able to lift weight off both legs. YFN was on her knees and using body wash as lubricant to massage her knee exactly where she needed it. Lucy could feel the tension relieving enormously and put her head back against the tiles, audibly groaning at the relief. God, it was good.

She massaged it for a while and finished with a kiss on the knee, standing again, Lucy looking at her with grateful eyes. YFN stepped forwards and put her hands on Lucy’s thighs with a smile that said she was happy to be helpful. That little smile.

Lucy could feel her own expression changing, getting more serious, and so did YFN’s in response. Her lips quivered and then Lucy watched as she slowly lowered herself to her knees, maintaining eye contact with her all the way until her tongue found the evidence of Lucy’s excitement from their earlier activity. At the feel of her tongue, Lucy’s eyes rolled back and so did her head. YFN gently lifted her bad knee over her shoulder and ate Lucy like she was breakfast, starting slow as she knew she liked it, and getting hungrier. As if she were showing her just how thankful she was for earlier. Lucy’s breath became ragged and as if she wasn’t excited enough, she looked down to see her little Australian on her knees, her face buried in Lucy, tongue making long strokes from her opening to her clit, making sure to transition from a flat tongue slowly to just the tip of her tongue as she followed that sensitive line leading to that little bundle of nerves. The water from the shower was hitting her neck, and Lucy’s knee, and running down her back, over those two dimples at the bottom of her spine. God, why did she look down. Lucy gripped the ledge with both hands, her body unravelling. Even being in this position, YFN was still making her pleasure known, moaning her joy into Lucy’s wetness.

Lucy came closer and she felt the need to look down again, YFN obviously getting the same feeling as their eyes locked. YFN held her eye contact as she ate her so lovingly, knowing her body.

YFN reached up and took one of Lucy’s hands from the ledge, tangling their fingers. Lucy got the hint. This was her way of telling her to let go. And she did.

“Little one… argh… fuck!” She tightened her grip on her hand and the ledge as she came, her overwhelmed gasps filling the room and probably most of the house.

YFN eased down her down and cleaned her up with her mouth, finishing with a little kiss and a proud smile. “I’d call that even.”

YFN watched as her phone blew up. Jordan had just posted a cute selfie of them at a café and tagged her in it.

Although Lucy had sorted her Instagram notifications, people had still managed to get her number and start texting and calling. She groaned. Being a tourist, she had minimal data, but she loved how Jordan was eager to post publicly with her.

Jordan was showing her photos from years back when she and Lucy were young. They were giggling to themselves looking at how young they were, and how bad their choices in fashion had been. Lucy with braces was the most adorable thing to YFN, so she asked Jordan to send it to her. Obviously she shared some of hers too, including her bleach blonde hair phase. What a mistake that was. Jordan was cackling to herself over that one.

A cab pulled up at the front of the café and Lucy stepped out, no crutches. That was a good sign. She’d called Sarina in the morning who’d insisted on multiple check-ups, which is where Lucy had been most of the day. She joined them at the table, waving them away when they went to help her. Helping Lucy in private was one thing, but in public? She’d rather lose a game.

She gave Jordan a hug and settled down next to YFN with a kiss on the side of her mouth.

“Hey Jords. Hi little one.”

“Well? What’s the verdict?” Jordan asked.

“Not too bad, just inflammation. I twisted it wrong so no surgery needed. No crutches unless it gets worse but they’re happy with icing and minimal usage.” She saw YFN looking worried and put a hand on her thigh to reassure her. “It happens a lot, don’t worry. It’ll come good in a week or so.”

“Have you told Barca?” Jordan asked.

Lucy sighed and nodded. “They’ve insisted I miss the next game, but they’re happy for me to stay a little longer here while I heal. I won’t be headed to Spain for another week.”

“Oh!” YFN let herself get excited and the reaction softened Lucy visibly. “Sorry.. that also reminds me, I need to look into Visa’s for Spain. I’m good in the UK for 6 months being part of the Commonwealth, and I’m allowed to be in Spain for 3 months without a Visa, but I need to research it a little more..”

Lucy got a little emotional and although she couldn’t see her eyes behind the sunglasses, she knew they were tearing up. She stroked the back of Lucy’s hand.

“That means you’re staying?!” Jordan was excited.

YFN only then realised how forward she’d been. “Well, it’s definitely what I want. I feel like I need to.” She looked from Jordan to Lucy to Jordan. “For many reasons.”

Lucy grabbed her chair and dragged it close to her, putting her arm around the back of it and kissing her temple softly. “Thank you. I’ll help you with whatever you need.”

“Of course, we will! This is so great. I can’t wait to show you Birmingham.”

Lucy rolled her eyes and started arguing with Jordan about how Spain was better. Meanwhile, YFN noticed a woman on a phone, glaring at her. She was sitting opposite them and it was unmistakable that this woman looked like she hated her more than anyone on the planet. She’d never seen this woman before and YFN could feel her anxiety rise a little. Lucy noticed this and broke her out of her trance with a touch to her dimple.

“Everything okay?”

“I…” She hesitated. She’d received that nasty message and had automatically blocked the woman, thinking that was the end of it. She saw no reason to tell Lucy at the time as she already had enough stress with her knee, and she genuinely thought the problem had been solved. When Lucy had sorted her Instagram, she had warned her of people who were nasty, and some even obsessive. Since then, she’d received another message from another account, presumably from the same person, and so she’d blocked that also. But the thought of her being shoved in the crowd didn’t sit well with her. How did she know who she was? How had she found her in person? And now this other person was making her even more anxious. She knew she was being paranoid. But she wasn’t too proud to admit all of that to her friends.

Lucy tensed, looking over at the woman making YFN uncomfortable. She saw Lucy look and ducked her head, still on the phone. Jordan leaned over the table and took her hand. She told her how nasty people were and just how common it was. It sounded like football players had to deal with a lot more, especially if they missed a goal or had a bad game or – god forbid – just be a female footballer. She told her how she was also paranoid and ended up minimising her posts and not checking random messages at all. They understood that YFN needed to keep her account public, she was a writer after all, and although her followers paled in comparison to the two, she still had a decent 25k before she’d met them. Lovers of her old column in the paper. Now she was up to 50k with people who followed her in the hopes of seeing some footballer content.

Lucy was still glaring over at the woman who was now looking at Lucy smiling, as if she were flirting and pretending to be shy. Lucy went to stand and YFN grabbed her. “No Luce… please.. it’s not worth it. I’m just paranoid.”

Lucy gave her a look that said, “You’re mine.” YFN responded in kind with a look Lucy could never refuse. A look that said, “Please.”

“Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But we’re leaving. I’m not letting you sit here uncomfortable.”

Jordan drove them all to the Bronze’s for their family barbecue. Of course Jordan would join, she was basically a part of the family too, and they knew it would be good for her. The barbecue was amazing, and loud of course. They all chatted, ate, played and laughed. Jordan and YFN were chasing around the yard playing football with the kids, Lucy looking on. She would have been upset at not being able to play if it weren’t for her amusement at watching her little Australian try to play a game she’d never played before. She was quick though. Nimble. She looked like she enjoyed it, her eyes finding Lucy’s often.

Jordan took Lucy’s niece to the bathroom while YFN was left with her nephew. She knew just how much Lucy loved the little boy. They played a little longer when she noticed Lucy watching on, talking to her mum. Her mum seemed happy and was gesturing to YFN. Lucy was nodding in agreement, watching YFN closely, a happy smile there. Were they talking about her? Obviously. Was she worried? No. Whatever happens, happens, she reminded herself.

YFN looked over at the little boy just as he tripped suddenly and started to cry. She rushed over to him and sat him in her lap, cooing sweet nothings. He grabbed onto her and cried into her neck. “You’re okay my big boy, let’s have a look at you, hm?”

She rolled up his little shorts to see a small graze on his knee. Lucy was at them, then, first aid kit in hand. Keeping her leg straight, she dropped to the ground as if she were just a kid herself. Which she was. YFN’s big kid.

“Alright, little man?”

He rubbed his eyes and nodded, his head still against YFN’s neck. His hands still gripping her shirt.

“Good boy, we’ll put a plaster on and you’ll be all better, okay?” She took out the alcohol wipe, cream and a plaster.

“This is going to sting a bit, but it’ll be okay quick, okay? Hold my hand..” YFN supported him. He grabbed onto her thumb as Lucy cleaned the wound, put cream on it and then the plaster.

“See? All done! Easy, right?”

He nodded at her, his smile reappearing. “Thanks Aunty Lucy. Thanks Aunty Lucy’s girlfriend.”

YFN laughed at this, caught unawares, and Lucy almost looked embarrassed. He stood, hi-fiving them both, and ran over to his dad who was playing cards with the family.

“Were you…talking to your mum about me?” YFN asked hesitantly.

Lucy nodded. “Yes, of course. Does that make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No.. I just think your family is incredible, Luce. You’re all so close. I… I’m not used to that.”

“No?” Lucy frowned. “You haven’t told me about your family.”

“There isn’t much to say,” she admitted, but Lucy looked like she wanted her to continue. She sighed and spoke clinically in an attempt to not get upset. “There’s not much to say, so I’ll make it quick. I had a dad and a mum, obviously. He was abusive and she… didn’t help at all. She left when we were young. Dad was abused growing up and just punished us for it, I guess. I tried to protect my brother as much as I could, but there was only so much I could do. Dad expected a lot from his boy. He lost his job and fell into a toxic lifestyle. He wasn’t able to raise us and so my nan did. Mum’s mum. She’s my favourite human being on the planet. As far as I’m concerned, I only have nan and my brother. He’s distant, keeps to himself, only speaks to nan and I when he needs something, really. He’s a good, smart kid, just a little bit damaged. I speak to nan often. I don’t have any other family, so this…” she gestured to the Bronze’s and Jordan, “..is all really new to me. And… I… I really like it.”

She didn’t realise she had started crying until Lucy moved closer, her thumbs drying the tears from her story. Lucy’s eyes were watering too. She sniffled. “Oh, little one. That explains so much, thank you for telling me. I’ve got you. I’m right here, okay? You’ve got me now.”

“But I don’t even know what this is, Luce,” she whispered, emotionally.

Lucy nodded. “We’ve not been the best with starting this, have we? Well, I’ll lay my cards out for us. I want you. I know you want me. So, maybe we should make a deal… no sex until after our third date. We can make up for lost time.. Okay?”

YFN chuckled, wiping her eyes. “But I like our sex.”

“Oh, trust me, I like it more. We both know it’s right… but for my painful abstinence, I need something from you.”

“Abstaining myself isn’t enough?” YFN laughed at their ridiculous conversation.

“If you could see yourself through my eyes… then no. Not even close to what I’m sacrificing to not have sex with you.”

YFN rolled her eyes in disagreement. “Okay, go.”

“Three things. Number one; I want you for the next 3 days. 3 days, 3 dates. Limiting our abstinence period, I figured.” She winked.

“You have me.. but if Dory needs me, I’m there. Also, I kind of said I’d go out with her tomorrow night to help her meet people outside of football..”

Lucy looked a little jealous at the idea of her meeting singles. “I’ll accept that. We can go tomorrow day instead.”

“The second thing?”

“We get you out of that hotel, and in with me.” YFN bit her lip and Lucy continued. “Because I’ve never slept so well as when I’m with you, and when I wake next to you, I find myself smiling because I know it’s going to be a good day.” YFN blushed. “Also, it’s cheaper and how many nights have you even spent there anyways?”

“Okay,” she laughed. “You’re right. We’re doing every U-Haul lesbian proud right now, I hope you know.”

“Pretty sure you and I aren’t exactly time-wasters. Just look how much we’ve accomplished already.” She leaned back as if to show the two of them together.

“Everything is happening so fast. I like this idea of slowing it down. And the third thing?”

Lucy wrapped her arms around her, pulling her between her legs. “I want you to be mine and only mine. I don’t care what we call it. I know we’ve said it during sex, but that doesn’t count.”

“Those were our little kink demons coming out, I think,” YFN agreed, wide eyed.

Lucy chuckled and nodded. “I know we haven’t been on a date yet, and yes, all of this is new, but I need this certainty. I need to know you’re mine because I can be possessive and protective, and I don’t want you to see those insecure little negatives in me just yet. I want you to only see the best and to help that, I need everybody around us to know that you’re mine. I’m sick of being the person who hides and keeps that private. I want to show you to the world.”

YFN wanted to cry and her lips trembled as she tried to stop. She wasn’t used to being so wanted and needed and loved. She’d never had somebody want to show her off like Lucy did. And it wasn’t just for a few friends, either. She wanted to show her off to the world. She simply nodded, knowing that with words would come tears. Lucy pulled her close and kissed her temple, pulling her head to her neck. “I’m right here.”

#lucy bronze #jordan nobbs #engwnt #lionesses #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader #womens football #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso soccer

[lethalchiralium]

Blackout | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: ha. was this expected? absolutely. this is just a little drabble because i love ghost so much

summary: sometimes all you need is someone to be there for you.

Ghost wasn’t one to pay attention to small details about his colleagues - more wanting to pay attention to the mission, the target. He found himself realizing that she hadn’t answered a single question he’d asked in the past ten minutes. He peered over one of the crates in the safe house, noticing how his teammate Artemis had her back to the wall, helmet off and (H/C) hair out of whatever updo she had earlier - hands pressed into her eyes.

“Art?”

Again, she didn’t answer - holding her head in her hands now. He stood up from his cot, setting his own helmet upon the mossy green canvas. He walked around the wooden crates, footsteps practically non-existent as he approached her.

Admittedly, he’s also not very good at the whole ‘emotion’ thing. He hesitantly tapped her shoe with his own foot, jolting her out of her little bubble. Her eyes were red and dazed when their eyes met - she snuggled before placing her face back in her hands.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for.” Ghost answered, his voice tumbled through his chest. “Move over.”

She moved over to her right, allowing him space to sit beside her. His back hit the wall and he slid down, now sitting on the floor with his legs spread out in front of him. His boots were partially untied, he didn’t really mind now - he pulled off the velcro straps keeping his body armor tight to his chest, releasing himself from the heavy and conforming prison.

“What’s wrong?”

She sniffled a little, moving her head to face away from Ghost. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay.” He sighed, looking at his gloves and examining a stray thread. Two fingers wrapped around it and pulled it, effectively snapping it off the glove. He looked at Artemis again. “I won’t ask.”

She felt a little peace in that moment, finally being able to feel a little more like herself. If she felt like conversing, she would’ve thanked Ghost verbally. But instead, she thanked him in her head as they then sat in silence for hours on end.

Copyright © 2022 lethalchiralium. All rights reserved.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x fem!reader #simon riley cod #ghost cod #cod:mw #lethal chiralium #lethalchiralium

[maiiuelle]

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“damn, look at those waves.” jj closes one eye and outlines the crest of a wave with his arm. “you hear that? they’re callin’ your name, cupcake.”

“i dunno about this, jayj.” you sway nervously beside him, pushing your lips together at the sight of the monstrous waves crashing into the surf. jj simply shrugs it off, swatting his hand in the salty air.

“don’t sweat it, you’ve got the best teacher in the obx. this is nothin’.”

“okay..” you follow behind him as he starts kicking through the sand closer to the water. jj had been asking you to try surfing for a while now. it just never seemed like your thing, despite growing up a block from the beach. you agreed to let him teach you, very optimistic about your ability to learn in the moment, but now that you’re here, you’re having some doubts.

jj walks to the edge of the water, then beckons you over with a roll of his wrist. “you see that?” he points to the waves, looking off in a daydream of you in your cute bikini gliding through the water. you gulp. “before y’know it, you’re gonna be cuttin’ through ‘em, babe. seriously.” he turns to look at you, finally noticing your uneasy expression. “y’alright?”

“yeah! i guess i’m just a little nervous.” you bite your lip, breaking your eyes from the roaring waves to look up at jj. “i’m not really good at this kind of stuff.”

“aw, don’t worry, cupcake. we’ll go slow.” he winks, and you roll your eyes, really wanting him to take you seriously. “jus' gonna lay on the board and ride the waves in--that's it." he stresses, trying to keep things positive in hopes you won't change your mind.

you nod, mustering up some confidence to follow through. "okay, yeah. i can do that." you really want to learn, mostly wanting an excuse to spend more time with him.

“hell yeah you can. n'i got you, you'll be just fine.” he starts walking closer to the shoreline, opening his free hand for you to take. you smile, his eagerness easing your anxiety just a little, and you shuffle up beside him, slipping your hand into his.

you stop at the shoreline, the water creeping up the sand and splashing around your feet. jj kneels down, grabs the safety leash on the board, and velcros it around your ankle. once it's all secure, he pats the strap, standing up with the board still under his arm.

"you ready, mama?" jj smiles, squeezing your hand. you press your cheek into his arm, your stomach turning in anticipation.

"yeah! c'mon, before i chicken out."

he pulls you into the cold water, bringing you out to the breakers. you're in up to your thighs, jj holding the board steady as it floats in the water. he turns it, both the board and his body facing away from the forming waves. "lay on it, i got it."

you climb on top, the wax helping you keep your grip. he holds you steady over a few small waves, letting you get used to bobbing in the salty water. it's more comfortable than you expected, your arms hanging off the sides of the board. he takes one hand and presses it into the small of your back. "arch just a little more," he adjusts, and you push up a little. "there y'go. perfect."

jj looks back, some bigger waves starting to form further out. "you wanna ride one in, babe? some big ones comin’.”

you look back, the water beneath you getting more and more choppy. "sure!"

"alright, i'll let you go when it's comin' and you just paddle til it takes you in. okay?" he explains, his thumb rubbing gently on your back. "here it is, mama, get ready."

you look back, watching the wave building behind you before turning forward again just as it peaks underneath you. "aaand—go!" jj shouts, letting go of the board and jumping to bodysurf in the current. you paddle gently, barely needing to as the water pushes you back to the shoreline. you hold onto the sides, basking in the warm wind. you can only imagine how it feels standing up, how freeing it must be. you can definitely understand why he loves it so much.

jj swims back to shore before you make it there, the board's drag slowing you down. he shakes out his hair, looking out for you and clapping his hands above his head. "yeaaah! that's my girl, you got it! bring it on in, mama."

you cant help but laugh, standing up once the board hits the sand. jj walks over, nudging your arm. "what'd i say? that was awesome, babe!"

"that felt amazing.. i-i wanna go again!" you wipe your wet hair out of your face, leaning down to grab the board.

"alright, daredevil. we'll keep goin' as long as you want."

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#jj maybank #jj #obx #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #manifesting more surfing in season 4

[f-cat]

Aerith Gainsborough - Tickled to Tears!

Welcome back to our studio, viewer! Today, I have the pleasure of sharing with you one of our longest tickling sessions yet. We've seen Tifa - the busty tickler in this particular session - time and time again, but she told me that she convinced her friend Aerith to come along; "Okay, let's try!" she said. We had the girls play rock-paper-scissors to see who went first - Aerith, it looks like!

This session was about an hour long, starting with us strapping Aerith to a neat little device called the "bandit." It forces the ticklee in a kneeling position with their arms cuffed straight up and their soles completely exposed from behind. While we velcroed and tied her to the bandit, I kept asking Aerith if she was actually okay with this, but she reassured me that she didn't need to be coddled or patronized -- pfft, fine then!

We had Tifa start off nice and slow, giving our flowery lee a few gentle flutters across her ribs, and some skitters across her heavenly arches...and let me tell you: Aerith's giggles are musical. She sounds exactly how you imagine. There were a lot of "shit!!"s and giggles and "PLEASE!"s as Tifa tickled her toes. Oh, but my flowery ticklee...you really haven't felt anything yet.

For the last 25 minutes, we apply a generous coat of oil to a nervous Aerith's feet...and brought out the buffer (two new tickle tools in one session). This is a special brush with light, silicone bristles that we've attached to a power drill. It tickles like crazy when you drag it across someone's skin normally, but making it spin amplifies the sensation tenfold.

Tifa turns the buffer on and lets Aerith have it...and oooof - Aerith literally starts howling with laughter as the bristles whir and spin on her oily feet. I tell Tifa to up the speed (to max), and Aerith begins roaring in ticklish agony, staring at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. Tifa really is a ruthless tickler. Seeing Aerith buck wildly with tearful, silent laughter while watching those spinning bristles glide across her greasy soles...I definitely don't want to cross paths with Tifa!

#feet #tickling #tickle #twordpost #finalfantasyfeet #aerithfeet #tifafeet #tickles #tickleart #tickle art #tickle post

[mads-weasley]

Let Me Help You

Luke Morrow x Wife!Reader

A/N: I looooved this movie, so I had to write a fic for Luke! In this fic, the reader is his real wife (no fake marriage thing)! Enjoy!

Summary: When Luke gets home after a long day, a scary situation leads to the couple having a heart to heart.

Warnings: none!

(y/e/c) - your eye color

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Luke woke at the repetitive sound of the alarm clock beside him that read 7:00am. Running a hand down his face, he silently peeled back the covers and grabbed his brace from the side of the bed. He worried about the sound from the velcro straps waking you up, but little did he know that you were already awake, a headache waking you up at 5 that morning.

With a suppressed grunt, he stood up and reached for his cane, slowly walking towards the bathroom. He got ready in silence before walking back into their bedroom.

"I love you, baby. I'll see you later," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her temple.

(Y/n) rolled over to face him, smiling softly. "I love you, too. Have fun working out. Don't overdo it."

Mirroring her smile, he nodded and said another 'I love you' as he closed the door behind him. The second the door shut, (y/n) sunk back into the pillows, sighing as she messaged her temples. At that moment, she knew that day would be a long one.

The drive home wasn't short enough for (y/n) after her miserable day at work. Since that morning, her migraine had only worsened, slowly becoming debilitating as the day went on. She probably had checked her watch over a hundred times before her shift was over.

As she walked through the door, she was attacked by Peaches, the golden retriever's barks increasing the ever-present pounding in her head.

"Hey, girl," (y/n) cooed quietly, scratching behind Peaches' ear lovingly. "I've missed you."

After popping a few ibuprofen...or five, she went through the cabinets in search of ingredients to use for dinner, even though she felt nauseous herself. She knew when Luke came come that he would be starving after a day of physical therapy and his own training to get back in shape.

Even though she felt like she could fall over any second, she continued her search. Deciding on chicken alfredo penne, she started the noodles and began making the sauce when the shrill ringing of her phone pierced her ears.

White hot pain filled her vision and she shut her eyes tightly as she answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Hey, (y/n/n). I just wanted to let you know that I'm on my way home."

Her headache seemed to dull slightly at the sound of her husband's voice. "Okay. I'm making dinner right now, but I'll see you in a few. Love you."

Luke moaned quietly at the thought of food. "That sounds amazing. I love you, too. Bye."

A few minutes had passed when Luke's keys jangled in the door. (Y/n) was too focused on the pan in front of her and simply staying upright that she didn't hear him call out to her. She gasped slightly when he wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his chin on her head.

Leaning down, he kissed her temple. "Hey, sweetheart. I missed you today."

(Y/n) turned around in his arms, thankful that he was there to ground her. The second he saw the dark circles under her eyes and the pale complexion that covered her normally vibrant face, he knew something was wrong. With furrowed brows, he cupped eyes her cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. In her (y/e/c) irises, he saw complete exhaustion and something else behind them that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, rubbing her hair gently.

(Y/n) nodded, willing her eyes to stay open after another wave of nausea hit her. "Yeah, I'm fine," she whispered. "I'm just tired."

Although he was unconvinced at her feeble attempt to convince him, he didn't push her. "Alright. How about I finish off dinner? You go lay down, babe."

"You shouldn't be standing up for long periods, Luke."

Luke shook his head. "I'll be fine. Go," he whispered.

(Y/n) pecked his cheek, bending down to pet Peaches. "Your daddy is just the best husband ever, isn't he, Peaches?"

Luke's laugh seemed to ease some of the tension in her head, but when she stood up, the world started to sway under her feet. Darkness danced around her vision as she tried to stay upright. Just before she succumbed to unconsciousness, she was able to breathlessly call out.

"Help," she muttered, causing Luke to whip around just in time to see her limp body falling to the floor.

His heart stopped beating. "(Y/n)!"

Reaching out for her, he cursed when he couldn't get there in time because of his leg. She landed with a thud on their hardwood floors, and he was thankful that her head didn't hit hard. Luke quickly slid down next to her, ignoring the pain in his leg and pulling her to sit up against his chest.

"(Y/n)!" he cried, rubbing her cheeks. "Baby, wake up. Come on!"

His eyes began to burn as he held back tears at (y/n)'s unconscious form in his arms. "Please wake up. Please."

A few moments later, her eyes fluttered open, and Luke let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He quickly wiped a tear that leaked out of his eye before she could see it.

Looking around them in confusion, she asks, "What happened?"

"Y-You passed out, (y/n/n). How are you feeling?"

"Dizzy," she responds, holding her head in her hands.

Luke scans her face. "What's really going on?"

With a sigh, she closed her eyes. "My migraines are back."

"(Y/n), why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly, pulling her close to cradle her head on his chest.

"I just didn't think it was important," she answered, looking at the floor.

"It is important."

"Well, you're in so much pain from your leg and I just have a stupid headache."

Gently moving so he could face her, he put a finger under her chin to lift it. "(y/n)," he started, not breaking eye contact. "You are everything to me. Don't ever compare your pain to mine. Just because I'm hurting doesn't mean you have to always be okay. Remember what you always tell me?"

She nodded.

"It's okay to let people help you. To let me help you. So let me take care of you, please."

Sighing, she nodded before pecking his lips softly. "I love you, Luke."

"I love you, too, (y/n). Now let's get you to bed." He whispered, helping her up. "I would carry you if I could."

She weakly smiled at him, leaning on him for stability as he led her to their bedroom. "I know, commando. I know."

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Graves X Male!Top!Shadow!Reader

A/N: hey guys, noticed a lack of male reader Graves fanfiction so I'm here to (hopefully) kinda fill that void! Hope you all like it. This took me like a week but I love the song it's based around, I def recommend listening to it during the read if you haven't already! This was only read by my sister and she told me I HAD to publish it, so I am. Sorry if there are mistakes. Feel free to request if you like my writing. I'm only writing COD at the moment and I only write male reader (sorry ladies ;-;). Enjoy!!

The following contains ANGST and HORNY

DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THOSE THINGS

Okay byyyye :)

Song to play while reading: Granite by Sleep Token

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Sulfur on your breath

Granite in my chest

You will never have to talk about it

You never want to talk about it

You tried justifying your actions in your head as you heaved the scolding hot tank lid up.

"Graves!" You called, smoke immediately filling your senses due to the proximity of the fire. It burned your nose and esophagus, causing your throat to constrict. "Phillip!" You can't help but go into a coughing fit. The cackles of embers ignited by the explosion seemingly mocking you. Taunting you for saving the man who created this mess for himself. Why were you bailing him out again?

Squinting your eyes and taking a deep breath of oxygen you dive into the opening. You fumble blindly through the ocean of smoke, trying to feel any material other than the metal interior of the tank.

Your hand brushes against what feels like the nylon threads of a tactical vest. Looping your fingers through the straps you pull with every muscle your body can spare.

Your body aches, the lack of oxygen dizzying your mind. You step to the top of the tank, heaving the body up with the force of everything you had left: adrenaline and spite. You pick the man up, hoping down, feet once again finding cement. You drag him a good distance away from the burning war machine, slumping him gently on the ground.

"Commander." Your voice is hoarse from coughing, "Commander don't you fucking give up on me." You straddle him, his blonde hair dark from soot and ash. It's smeared across his face, bonding with beads of sweat against his skin.

Your fingers tread down the path of his vest, finding the velcro belt to rip it off of him. Throwing it to the side, his neck is also covered in the black soot, almost like it was a growing infection. Drops of midnight sweat dripping down the dips of his muscles. Ripping off a glove with your teeth, you check his pulse. It's fading fast, the thrum of his heart dying as his chest fills less and less with each inhale. You know what you have to do.

You place his hands on his chest, locking them in place. Returning to his side you tilt his head up, pinching his nose to close it off. You place your hands over his, the sweat hanging to your skin as the warmth of his radiates through your palms.

–

Fury too damn late

Reason dislocated

Soon you'll never have to talk about it

You never want to talk about it

Your voices ring with animosity throughout Grave's home office.

"Don't tell me how to do my Goddamn job, Soldier!" His voice was stern, his gaze going from a soft expression to the deadly and stormy as he grew more agitated.

"Soldier? Really? Were not on the fucking field, Phillip!" You snark back, shooting him a vehement glare of your own. He just stares you down, his gaze burning into your own as you two clash.

"Oh, right! How could I be so stupid. You, Phillip Graves, could NEVER be in a meaningful relationship! All you can do is keep people at arm's length with some fake authority you hold over them! Get real Phillip! If you don't cut this shit out you're gonna die alone!" You couldn't gauge his reaction, it looked the same as before.

"And you don't care…do you?" Your voice is softer this time. The words float through the air tantalizingly, striking him in the chest. The walls he built were coming down in moments, but he'd never let you know. Your brows furrowed, knitting up at the inside corners. "You don't care about me, you care about this stupid fucking job. You care about getting the mission done, pleasing people that don't even matter-" your words shrivel up and die on your tongue, just like your spirit.

You can feel tears stinging at your lash line. Rage brews in the pits of your guts, teeth grinding together to curb your urge to deck your Commander in the face. You do the only things you can, you turn to leave.

"Hey-" steps thud throughout the room, starting slowly and growing closer together the closer your hand gets to the door knob. A hand grabs your shoulder, spinning you around to look the blonde in the face. "You can say whatever the hell you want about me. But don't you dare say I don't care about you."

–

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat

You were more than just somebody I was destined to meet

I see you go half blind when you're looking at me

But I am

The music played softly through the car, drifting through the space that was nearly extinct between the both of you. Your hands on his hips, squeezing and rubbing your thumb in circles over the fabric.

The stubble of his facial hair rubs against your face, the scratch a ticklish but good feeling. His hands are around your neck, running his greedy hands wherever you may allow him.

You reach around to grip his ass, the flesh soft as he groans into your lip lock. Your hands snake back around, unbuckling his belt, running it through the loops and discarding it on the floor of your car. Your fingers make quick work of his jeans, unbuttoning them and pooling them at his thighs.

Your lips move to his neck, biting the soft skin as he jerks against you. You hold his hips still with your strong grip, kneading the flesh of hips. He mewls, the Phillip Graves mewls. "Fuuuuck." He drolls, his tone raspy.

"Can't believe you're this worked up already, Phil." He screws his eyes shut, tipping his head back.

"Shut up-" He stumbles over the words he's searching for. "You should just be happy you're getting this chance, Lutentiant." His hands grip your shoulder for stability, giving you a tight squeeze.

You hum, bringing your lips close to his ear speaking low, "Oh I'm so lucky. Fucking my Commander in my car because he couldn't wait to get home to whore himself out." You watch his throat Bob, Adam's apple moving with the action. The words coarse through him, straight to his dick. It throbs at your voice, seemingly knowing who it belongs to.

–

Between the second hand smoke and the glass on the street

You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave

You say you want me but you know

I'm not what you need

But I am

“You can say whatever the hell you want about me, but don’t you dare say I don’t care about you.” His eyes bore into your’s, creating a moment of silence that’s quickly shattered by you.

“Then maybe you should fucking act like it, Phillip.” The use of his first name makes him cringe. He hasn’t heard it from your lips in so long he forgot it was his. He spent so long, more time than you knew, clinging to every word you said. Committing your features to memory so if you ever left him he would have the lines of your skin mapped out so you could crawl inside his skull and be safe there.

Graves was no fool, he knew his line of work was dangerous, he knew he was walking on cracking ice everytime he stepped outside. With one wrong move, one missed sign, he would fall in and drown. A part of him always hoped you would save him, put an end to his reckless ways. That you pull him up, back onto a more sturdy section of the ice and he could steal the oxygen from your lungs that you would always so happily and eagerly give. You loved him after all.

But now, he could see the adoration you always swirling in your eyes when he was within your vicinity was dead and gone. Replaced by a dull and dreary cacophony of resentment and pain. He was smothering you, he had taken too much. There was nothing he could do to save you.

Even if he poured everything he had into you, filling you up with everything he had so greedily taken you were too broken to store it anywhere. Not your eyes, not your hands, not your heart.

–

When you sit there acting like you know me

Acting like you only brought me here to get below me

Nevermind the death threats parting at the door

We’d rather be six feet under than be lonely

The words coarse through him, straight to his dick. It throbs at your voice, seemingly knowing who it belongs to. He closes his eyes, screwing them shut. Hips rutting and stuttering against you to get any kind of friction.

“Stop teasing.” His tone waivers, brinking on the edge of neediness and desperation still. Your hands trace his figure, snaking their way up to his hair. You can feel it between your fingers, the strands dancing across your skin as you give a harsh yank. He grunts, his head tipping back with the pull of his hair. Your lips clash with his neck again, being gentle with your mouth work as you trail to his collar bones.

Your fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, the fabric lying dead as you discard it. His upper half is vulnerable for your eyes to devour; and devour your eyes do. Your gaze rakes over him, sending chills throughout his veins, his heart skipping for just a moment enough to be noticed.

“Thought you loved my teasing though. I mean, obviously you do. Look at this.” You palm his erection, the friction sending waves of heat through his nerves. It crashes through him with the force of the sun, clouding his headspace. The only visage he can conceive is of you. “Look at you.” Your voice is hushed, soft even.

“All worked up over a single touch? Remember to breathe, baby.” You chuckle.

–

If you had a problem, then you should’ve told me

Before you started getting all aggressive and controlling

You only drink the water

When you think it’s holy

Even if he poured everything he had into you, filling you up with everything he had so greedily taken; you were too broken to store it anywhere. Not your eyes, not your hands, not your heart. They had no room for him anymore.

“I’m leaving.” You break his thoughts, shattering them into a million pieces and scattering them across your shared living space.

“You never talk to me anymore, Phillip.” That wasn’t what you were supposed to call him.

“You hull yourself up here in your office, create these walls, create a mess-” you take a breath. He takes the opportunity to speak.

“Well, hey- Let’s talk this out, okay? Nobody has to leave anywhere-” he’s negotiating. Trying to gather the shards of his thoughts, collecting them and their jagged edges that cut and pierce his skin. In all honesty, they probably pierce your’s too. They dig into your epidermis, like a parasite, embedding themselves right out of your grasp. Only able to access them if you want to rip yourself apart, and you couldn’t bear to see crimson anymore.

“No Phillip.” You shut him down. “I’m tired of talking it out. It never works with you. Your words mean nothing to yourself and to me. You know this, I know you do.” Your voice sounds defeated and drained. The last ropes tethering you to him snapped and shredded to bits. But he would be damned if he didn't try to knot them back together, even with the fraying edges.

You couldn’t leave him, he would do anything for you to stay. He knew that, but he never revealed that to you. So how were you supposed to see his hurt, his anger, his desperation to make you stay. He would cement your feet in place if he needed to.

–

So keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever

“All worked up over a single touch? Remember to breathe, baby.” You chuckle. Your pants had been discarded long ago, your arousal just as prevalent as his. Tucking your fingers under the hem of his boxers, you pull them down. His chest heaves as the cool night’s air hits his hard cock. Your hands find purchase on his hips once more, he throws his head back.

“Please.” He whines. “Please, I don’t care anymore, just fuck me please.” His voice breaks, the shift of his personality making you even harder.

“Of course my love. I’m so proud of you for begging for it like the good boy I know you are.” He nods, burying his face in your neck as you slowly split him open with your cock. His breathing hitches, the pace becoming erratic as you shush him. “Just breathe, baby. Tell me if it hurts.”

“Just-” His back arches as he reaches the end of your length. “Just move please.” His throat constricts as you snap your hips up, a choked moan coming from deep within him. He jolts when you hit the spot he loves the most, your name tumbling from his mouth like a mantra. It was the only thing he could remember at this point, the only thing he cared to remember.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” You pant, watching him as intently as the moment would allow. Your hand wraps around his dick, palm stimulating the tip as you move down the rest of his shaft stroking as well as you could using the precum as lube.

His hands grip tightly on your shoulders, bouncing himself with the rhythm of your thrusts. Skin making contact with skin resounding through the car’s space. His grip tightens, his nails sure to leave crescent shaped marks.

His moans are needy, guttural. “So, so good for me, love.” Red dusts his cheeks as you speak, keening at the parise you’re giving him. You can tell he’s about to come undone. The way his bounces stutter and his body jolts at the contact, he’s close.

“Look at me, baby. Look at me.” You grab his face, turning his head to look at you. The blue of his eyes meet yours, his pupils blown wide as he looks dazed. God you loved when he looked like this. “I wanna see your face when you cum, I wanna see that pretty fuckin’ face.” He nods the best he can, whining at words coming from your mouth. God he can feel you reaching so deep inside of him, scratching the itch that burns within like nobody else could. The way you snapped your hips hypnotized him, the only thing he could focus on was your voice.

He felt himself teetering on the edge, pushed to climax by a powerful thrust of your own. White spurted all over his toned stomach and you. His body shakes and convulses, your hands never leaving his hips as he slumps forward onto you. His face finds your neck again as you chase your own high, unintentionally over stimulating his senses. His legs shake something fierce as you cum inside him, the warmth spreading through his entire being.

Your arms wrap around him, bringing him as close as humanly possible. Smoothing your hands down his back as he twitches and pants.

"You did so well baby. So well."

–

I was more than just a body in your passenger seat

You were more than just somebody I was destined to meet

I see you go half blind when you're looking at me

But I am

You place your hands over his, the sweat hanging to your skin as the warmth of his radiates through your palms. You steady your breathing, leaning down and connecting your lips. You've done this so many times before, moments that felt like life or death but this was different. This was life or death. You breathe into his mouth, his chest rising with oxygen from your own lungs.

Your hands move to his chest, using your weight to press down intermittently but harshly. Afterall, good CPR cracks the ribs. That's just what you did, the sickening crunch fills your ears as you keep administering CPR. After thirty compressions, you move back down to his level. You're getting ready to fill his lungs again when he sputters a breath.

"Baby? Baby, can you hear me?" You cup his face, steading his head and neck. He groans, hand reaching up and attaching itself to your arm.

"Hey, you're okay. You're okay, we're gonna get you out of here." You smack your radio, static fizzing on the other side.

"This is L.T. (L/N). Does anyone copy?" You wait for a response. "I'm in need of immediate medical aid, I have Commander Graves. I repeat, I have Commander Graves."

A moment of silence passes, and just when you're about to give up a voice answers you.

"We copy, L.T. We are inbound to your position right now. ETA 3 minutes out." You breathe a sigh of relief, the adrenaline in your body starting to disappear. Graves look at you, his hand never leaving your arm. You sit next to him, finally turning your attention to the wound on your side. The giant gash now causing a noticeable gnawing pain that radiates from the sight through your whole body.

"Fuck." You mutter, shifting your weight painfully

"You're hurt." Graves' voice rings through your head. His voice hoarse from misuse.

"Yeah, that fucker Ghost got me." You say, sucking in a breath as you apply pressure to the wound. "Atleast I think it was him based on the height. Managed to nail my side with a Shotgun blast." The wound was bigger than your hand. In the little time you've touched it blood has stained the skin, the crimson you're so familiar with the last sight you may see.

Graves is silent, studying your face as you lie next to him, your hands interlocking. You bring his knuckles up to your lips, kissing them softly. These three minutes seem to drag on for eternity. Your vision fading around the edges, you close your eyes trying to focus on your pained breathing.

"Hey," Graves finally speaks.

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Between the second hand smoke and the glass on the streets

You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave

You say you want me but you know I'm not what you need

But I am

"I love you too, Graves."

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Yours, mine & ours | Part 2: good dads

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington | Single Dads fic

Summary: Eddie adjusts to being a... dad? Guardian? He's not sure what to call himself. However, he does know he needs to call in backup.

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of parental death, needles

Word count: 4.2k

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By the time they pull up to Daryl's place, Matthew has a whole new wardrobe, he’s clipped into a brand new booster car seat and he’s so excited to meet Eddie’s friends. He hops out of the van and his light-up shoes shimmer against the pavement, his smile is infectious, making Eddie beam as they walk up towards the door. 

“Eddie!” Laurene is the one to open the door before they even get a chance to knock. 

She is the sweetest woman Eddie has ever met. With her curly red hair and her big toothy smile, she makes the most delicious cookies in the world and she would do anything for her family. And not just blood family, no, she takes in people as her family all the time. She has 3 families she babysits for, a few of her children have friends who practically live with them after school, and all Daryl's co-workers are always welcomed over. 

She has a big heart, and Matt’s about to experience it firsthand. 

She squats down to be at a child's level and she smiles, “You must be Mr. Matthew.” 

He nods, blushing a bit. “Hi.” 

“I’m Laurene, you can call me Aunty Laur if you want?” she reaches out for his hand and to Eddie’s surprise, Matt takes it with a nod. “It is so nice to meet you.”

“Thank you,” he answers with the smallest voice. 

Eddie runs his hands through Matt's hair, “he’s a little shy, but he’ll warm up. He’s also really excited to meet you guys… do you have any other kids over today?” 

“Just one, little Shelby is having lunch with the boys,” she explains while getting back up. “Come on in, I’ve got sloppy Joe’s ready for you guys in the kitchen.” 

“Speaking of; how are your kids?” He asks, ushering Matthew inside. “Take your shoes off, bud,” he whispers down to him. 

“Why?” He looks up with concerned eyes. 

“Some people prefer shoes off in their homes,” he explains while toeing off his Converse. “Put them beside mine right here, you don’t want to get outside germs on someone's carpet.” 

“Oh,” he nods along, sitting on the ground to pull the Velcro straps up and slip his shoes off. 

“The kids are good,” Laur answers his previous question with a smile, admiring the way they work with each other. “Liz is out with the girls, Joey is god knows where on his bike and Kenneth is on his second sandwich, you might want to hurry up before they’re all gone.” 

He laughs, “Sounds like Kenny.” 

Eddie leads him into the kitchen, hand on his back, “Have you ever had a burger before?” He asks. Matt nods, “Sloppy Joe’s are like burgers, but the meat is mixed with a delicious sauce. You should like it, but if you don’t, don’t feel bad.” 

“Okay,” he tries to smile through his slight anxiety. “Is Aunty Laur dad's sister?” 

He shakes his head with a slight chuckle, “No, sometimes aunt and uncle are names we give to grown-ups that are important to us. You’re going to see Laur and Daryl pretty often, they’re really special people in my life.”

“Oh, okay,” he follows along. 

“Matthew!” Daryl cheers as they enter the kitchen/dining space. “Pleasure to meet-cha!” 

“Hi,” he gives him a wave. 

Daryl is a bigger guy, around 6’3 and a few hundred pounds but he just calls it stuffing. He’s a big teddy bear and he shows that when he comes over and wraps Eddie up in a big hug. Matthew stands close to him, close enough that Daryl's hand comes down to tussle his hair as he pulls back from the hug, “Come have a seat, we’ll get-cha some lunch.” 

“There are boosters in the corner if he needs one,” Laur calls out from the kitchen. 

“I got him one for the car today,” Eddie explains as he grabs one and puts it on a dining chair. “It was scary driving to the mall without one but we got it.” 

“I never had one before,” Matthew shares, climbing up into the seat. 

“Yeah, well, that’s cause your dad didn’t like following rules,” Eddie says with the snippiest of tones. 

Little Shelby is sitting there quietly, not making eye contact with Eddie but she does stare at Matt a few times between her little bites of lunch. Laur comes over and puts a plate in front of Matthew, “this is Shelby,” she motions over to the toddler in her chair. “Shelby this is our new friend Matthew.” 

He waves at her, “Hi… she’s tiny.” 

“She is,” Laur smiles, soothing her hand over Shelby's hair. “You’re doing such a good job eating, honey. Your dad's going to be so happy when he gets here.” 

“Do you watch her most weekends?” Eddie asks. 

She nods, “Yeah, her dad has a few clients on weekends, so I take her for a few hours. She’s the best… I think you went to school with her dad, Steve? Steve Harrington?” 

He looks at her like she has 3 heads, “the king of Hawkins High has a kid?” 

She laughs, “he’s 26, it’s not that shocking. I had Liz when I was 21.”

“Yeah, but he’s… Steve?” Eddie can’t believe it. “He had a different girlfriend like every week, except for that year he was with Nancy Wheeler, but then he went right back to having a million girlfriends. He didn’t even go off to college? He was always with the kids from my club, he was like their babysitter or something?” 

“See, he had experience with kids and now he has his own,” Laurene pushes right back. 

“Sounds like you know a lot about this guy?” Daryl teases, knowing Eddie’s preference. He’s seen Eddie pick up a few guys from the garage, they come to get their breaks done and leave with a date. 

He tries not to blush, “I don’t. I just know of him. Everyone did. He was always around.”

Daryl just hums and takes another bite of his sandwich, leaving Laurene to pipe up. “Well, he’ll be here at 2 to get Miss Shelby and you’ll get to see how wonderful he is.” 

“Does his wife ever come in to get her?” He asks, wanting to know just who Steve Harrington ended up with. He wonders slightly if it’s Wheeler, or maybe he got with Buckley from band cause they were always together in her senior year…

“Oh, no,” Laur shakes her head, looking sad. “Um, no, she’s no longer with us.” 

“Oh,” Eddie's heart drops into his stomach. He looks at Shelby, so little and innocent and she’ll never remember her mom. Unlike Eddie and Matthew, who had the blessing of knowing their moms. For her, it’s either a privilege to not know how wonderful she was and what she missed out on or a curse to never have experienced the love of a mother. 

“But it’s okay,” Lauren’s voice gets even softer as she wipes sloppy Joe off Shelby’s cheeks. “She has me and Liz, and her aunty Robin, and grandma Claudia. She has so many wonderful women in her life.” 

Shelby smiles so much at all the names she just heard, lighting right up with that Harrington charm. 

“He’s still close with Buckley, that’s good to know,” Eddie nods along, taking a bite of his food finally. 

“They live together,” Daryl adds. “She’s the art teacher over at the high school now. They got a place together cause it would make them more financially stable.” 

“It was smart, they have enough room for all 3 of them and Robin goes to Indianapolis to visit her partner on weekends,” Laurene continues. “Which is why I get the pleasure of watching Shelly today.” 

“What does Steve do?” 

“He’s a hairdresser at the mall,” Kenny throws in. “He cut my hair here in the kitchen last week.” 

Eddie almost laughs but he knows better than that. He was always so… fluffy. His hair was always done, even after gym class, you’d expect it to be sweaty and ruined but he was able to make it look flawless. He smelled of expensive products, it wafted down the hallway when he’d walk by. It’s not really a shock that he’d want to get into that as a career. He probably makes a killing off all the girls who come in just to flirt with him while he touches their hair. Like when that Hargrove kid worked at the pool and the moms were drowning for the chance to be touched by him… Eddie can only imagine how many botched colours Steve has to correct. 

“Maybe he can cut your hair?” Eddie teases Matthew, nudging him slightly. “Unless you want to grow it out like mine. I’m surprised Al let you keep it so long.” 

He’s got messy hands from his sandwich so he uses his forearm to push his hair back, “I like it.” 

“Me too,” Eddie smiles at him. 

The conversation lulls a bit there, they move to talking about what they got at the mall, sizing and registration for kindergarten. Laurene knows some people at the elementary school, she dug up boxes of clothes and sorted aside ones that she thought would fit him. Just by looking at him, she knows she got it right. 

She helps Matt clean up his hands and face before breaking out the new clothes, letting him set aside the stuff he really likes. Which is almost everything. He’s so overwhelmed but also excited, that it breaks him out of his shell a bit. He gets comfortable with her, asking if he can try some of it on. This is how they end up doing a fashion show when Steve Harrington walks in the door. 

Daryl has Shelby in her lap as he walks into the house, “hello, anyone home?” He calls out in a teasing tone. “Where’s my favourite girl?” She lights right up at the sound of her dad's voice and starts to climb off his lap and jump up and down happily on the carpet with her hands flapping in front of her. 

“In here!” Eddie calls back in a girlish voice, the urge to piss off the popular kid never left when he exited high school. 

When he enters the living room, he’s also shoeless. His sock-clad feet pad over the carpet softly, he doesn’t walk quite as hard as Eddie imagined him to. That big head and all that hair aren’t as heavy as it looks.

“Munson?” He asks, taken aback a bit, just as Shelby runs into his leg for a hug. He scoops her up quickly, kissing her cheek and whispering that he missed her. 

“Harrington, how are ya?” He gives him a charming smile. 

He’s still just as pretty as he was in high school, just, older. His hair is lighter, he has highlights or something. His skin is more freckled, he’s put on a bit of weight and he has a cute little bit of facial hair going on. His lips are still pink and pouty, his nose still strong and his eyes still as welcoming as ever. 

“Good, good,” he nods, trying to not get too personal. “What are you dong here?” 

“Tada!!!” Matthew comes running down the hall from the bathroom towards the living room again, in green cargo pants and a yellow shirt this time. He does a spin and poses for them, smiling away and then he freezes when he notices the stranger. “Oh, hi.” 

“Hello,” Steve gives him a smile. “You look great! Yellow is your colour!” 

“Thank you,” Matthew blushes. 

“I didn’t know you had a kid?” Steve turns back to Eddie, “he looks just like you.” 

“Oh no, he’s—

“We have the same father,” Matthew cuts in. “Eddie’s going to be my dad though. He said dads are special and different from fathers, so if he keeps reading to me before bed and taking care of me and if loves me like Wayne loves him, he’s going to become my dad.” 

“Oh,” Laur holds her hand over her heart. “Did you say that?” 

Eddie nods, getting down to Mathew's level. “There’s no if buddy, of course, I’m going to take care of you and love you forever. You’re mine now.” 

“That’s…” Steve looks all choked up. “That’s so beautiful. Wow. Dustin always said you were good with the new kids in your club.” 

Eddie looks up at him with wide eyes, “Henderson? I haven’t heard from him in a while. How is he?” 

“He’s good, he’s graduating from MIT this year,” Steve says with a proud, almost fatherly nod. “He’s somehow always getting smarter, it’s actually crazy.” 

Eddie laughs, standing back up, he runs his fingers through Matt's curls and smiles at him. He remembers messing up Dustin’s hair all the time, Matt’s hair is so much like Dustin’s. And he’s smart. He’s going to end up being a little nerd too, he’s already so interested in Eddie’s things that he can’t wait to introduce him to DND and teach him how to play guitar. 

“Yeah, he was the best,” he reminisces. “Do you still talk to the others? Mike and Lucas?” 

He nods, “Yeah, Mike did a 2-year social work course, he’s working in Indianapolis for CPS.” 

“Oh,” that’s a little bit of a shock, but he’s probably good at it. Probably really good at it, actually. He brought in a lot of lost sheep for their D&D club after Eddie graduated, he basically took over Eddie’s role of leader when the older kids left too. He was always good at making people feel accepted and wanted. 

“Yeah and Lucas is at Notre Dame, he started on a basketball scholarship but also tried out for football. He’s their quarterback now. He brought them to NC double A championships this season,” he brags, so excited for him. He’s holding little Shelby’s hand and starts to bounce her slightly, making her smile. “We went up to see him play in South Bend a few times, didn’t we?” 

She nods, “Uncle Lukey.” 

“Yeah, Uncle Lukey,” Steve smiles. “She’s super shy, she can talk she just doesn’t talk often, which is weird cause she’s around Aunt Robin all the time and all she does is talk.” 

She rests her head on Steve’s shoulder with a smile, snuggling into him. “Oh, she’s tired,” Laur teases, getting up to gather all her things. “She had a good day today. We played Barbies and she helped me water the plants outside and then we had some sloppy joe’s for lunch.” 

“Ooo,” Steve plays up the excitement for her. “That sounds like a fantastic day.” 

Laurene hands him Shelby’s bag and runs her hand over her hair, “I’ll see you on Monday, sweet girl. We might have our friend Matthew back for some afternoons too.” 

Eddie hasn’t even asked her about that yet. He still has so much to do before he looks for a babysitter— like sign the kid up for school, but it’s good to know she’s already down to watch him. She’s such an amazing woman with such a huge heart, of course, she’d want to take in another little kid to take care of and love while their parents work. 

“Oh, fun,” Steve bounces her again, making her giggle a bit before he pulls an envelope out of his pocket to hand to Laurene. “Well, thank you so much again, we will see you on Monday.” 

“You will,” she quickly puts the envelope in her own jeans pocket and waves to Shelby. “See you later, have a good rest of your Sunday with Daddy!” 

Steve takes her back to the entryway to get their shoes back on and Matthew follows, which makes Eddie follow him. “Hey, hey, we’re not going yet.” 

“I wanted to say bye?” Matthew almost whines, sad. 

“Oh, okay,” Eddie gives in quickly. 

“It’s okay,” Steve assures him. “You’re so sweet, buddy. What’s your name?” 

“Matthew,” he smiles, bursting out of his shell. 

“Well, Matthew, it’s been very nice to meet you,” Steve compliments. He sets Shelby down on the bench near the door and reaches for her shoes. “It’ll be nice for Shelby to have a new friend near her age.” 

“How old is she?” He asks. 

“She’s 3,” Steve smiles. “Aren’t you, Shell.” 

She nods, holding up 3 fingers, still not really talking. 

“She’s smart,” Matthew compliments. “Can she read?” He asks, something Eddie asked him just yesterday. 

He nods, “a little. She watches Sesame Street and they’ve been teaching her a lot of stuff before she gets to go to school. And I read to her at night, she’s started to pick up on what words look like and she’ll read things out to me.” 

“Wow,” Matthew thinks that’s just the coolest thing. “You’re a good dad.” 

Steve puts his hand on his heart, “thank you.” 

“And I like her shoes,” he points. They light up too. “I got new shoes today.” 

Steve reaches over to the brand-new, light-up shoes on the carpet, “these?” He holds them up. 

“Yeah!” 

“They are so cool!” Steve hypes him up. 

It makes Eddie’s heart swoon. 

Fuck.

Yeah, okay, maybe Steve Harrington has always been good-looking… but seeing him with kids. Seeing him with Eddie’s “kid”… that makes his heart swell so much. He’s so kind and being a dad looks so good on him. His weird little crush on King Steve has started to resurface.

He’s doomed. 

Once Steve stands up again, he slips into his shoes, grabs the bag again and picks up Shelby, all while still talking to Matthew about reading. 

“Yeah, Eddie’s reading me Lord of the Rings,” he brags. 

Steve laughs, “Of course he is. I’ve heard it's a really fun book.” 

He nods, “it is.” 

“Okay, well, it’s been so nice talking to you but we’ve gotta get home now,” Steve says as nicely as possible. Reaching for the door handle. “You have a good day, Matthew.” 

“Thank you, you have a good day too!” He calls right back, waving as they slip out the door. “Wow… he’s so nice.” 

Eddie smirks, “he is… he really is.” 

—

Daryl gives him Monday off so that he can get things settled with Matthew. They take a trip up to Indianapolis in the morning, they see a doctor and find out that Matt's had most of his vaccines when he was 3, before his mom died, he just needs them updated… but he was so young when he had them last, he doesn’t remember what they’re like and it’s scaring him. 

He’s cuddled into Eddie’s side while the doctor preps the shots. He’s shaking a bit, he looks up at Eddie with big sad eyes that break his heart, “it’s okay,” he runs his hand over his hair, soothingly. “You’ll be okay.” 

He starts to cry a bit, not believing him. So he does the only logical thing. 

“Do you have like a flu shot or something you can give me?” Eddie asks, “I just want him to see that it’s not painful, I’ll get one first so he knows he’s safe.” 

“Oh, yeah,” the doctor nods. “I can give you a tdap but you’d have to pay $45, it’s good to keep those updated.” 

“What is it?” 

"Tetanus, Diphtheria, and Pertussis which is whooping cough,” she explains. “It’s good to get them every 10 years, you might’ve had your last one at 16.” 

“Yeah, I might’ve,” he shrugs. He really has no idea. “Let's do it.” 

So, she finds another vial and she fills a needle all while Eddie takes off his jacket and pulls up his sleeve. “You can watch, if you want?” Eddie assures him. “They don’t hurt. It goes in for a few seconds and it helps keep you healthy and makes sure other kids don’t get sick because if you don’t get these, it could hurt other people.” 

“Oh,” he takes a deep breath, wiping his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” 

“Cause you’re a good kid,” Eddie reminds him. The doctor approaches him with the needle and he reaches out his hand, “Here, you hold my hand and then I’ll hold yours when it’s your turn.” 

He nods, gripping Eddie's hand tightly. 

“Okay here we go,” the doctor says as she puts it in his arm. “1, 2, 3, and we’re done.” It’s over just as fast as it started. 

“Wow,” Matthew whispers. 

“See? It didn’t hurt,” Eddie shrugs it off, pulling his shirt sleeve back down. “Let's get your arm ready.” 

Eddie helps him take off his sweater and push his t-shirt sleeve up, he sits on Eddie's lap and Eddie holds his hand. “You don’t have to look, you can look over there at the wall,” he explains. “You’re doing so good.” 

“Okay, so I have to do 2 different shots, so we’ll do one in each arm, okay?” She explains, waiting for a nod. 

Matthew takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, “do it.” 

“Okay, brave guy,” she says as she sticks it in his arm in one fluid motion. “1, 2, 3, and we’re done.” 

He opens his eyes, full of shock and awe, “see, it wasn’t that bad?” Eddie teases him. “You did great.” 

“Best patient I’ve had in a long time,” the doctor compliments him too. She gets the other needle while Eddie helps him roll up his other sleeve. He looks the other way, closes his eyes and she does it all over again. “1, 2, 3, and that’s it. You’re all done.” 

Matthew lights right up, “I did it?” 

“You did it,” Eddie hugs him. “You’re so brave, buddy.” 

They get his paperwork done, proof that he’s up to date on his vaccines and info on when he’ll need more. He had a checkup 2 days ago when he arrived with CPS, they took him to the hospital for that tho… it’s Eddie’s understanding that Al was selling drugs from their apartment, there was worry that he was making them there too and that the fumes and chemicals were affecting Matthew, but there was no proof of that. No lab, no equipment, and no trace of anything in Matthew's bloodstream. 

Thank god. 

They stop for lunch before they head back to Hawkins, a couple burgers and fries at a little diner neither of them has been to before. The waitress fawns over Matthew, loving his curly hair, saying he looks just like his daddy… and they don’t correct her. They simply say thank you. 

On the way home, Matthew is in his car seat in the back of the van, tapping his fingers on his knees along to the music. Eddie watches him in the rearview mirror with a smile. He’s the cutest little guy in the whole world. He’s opened his heart right up, he can’t imagine a life without him now. This was where he was supposed to be.

He turned the music down a bit, looking at him through the mirror once more, “how are you feeling, buddy?” 

“My arms hurt a little,” he says trying to be brave about it. 

“I’m sorry buddy,” he apologizes. “Do you think you have enough energy to come with me to the school to get you registered?” 

He nods, “Yeah.” 

—

Well, he didn’t. 

By the time they reach the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, he’s asleep in his chair. Eddie doesn’t have the heart to wake him up and drag him into the school, so he simply drives right to Wayne's trailer. 

Wayne doesn’t leave for work for another 2 hours, it shouldn’t take Eddie that long at the school. He lightly wakes up Matthew as he picks him up, “hey buddy,” he whispers. “You can go back to sleep in a second okay, I just need you to know where you are.” 

He just groans, “where?” 

“This is grandpa Waynes trailer,” he whispers, holding him close, Matthews head on his shoulder. He walks him up to the door and opens it up without knocking. 

“Ed!” Wayne light right up and then quiets down, “oh, hey.” 

“Matty, had his shots today and he’s tired but I have stuff to do at his new school, can you—

“Of course,” Wayne reaches out for him, taking him from Eddie with a groan when he realizes how heavy the kid is. He puts him down on the couch, head on the pillow and reaches for a blanket to cover him. 

Eddie kneels down in front of him and brushes his hair back off his face, “I’ll be back soon, you’re safe with Wayne. You have a good nap and I’ll see you later, okay?” 

He just hums, “Bye da-Eddie.” 

He smiles, leaning in he presses a kiss to his forehead and stands again. Wayne is swooning a bit, he never thought he’d see Eddie with a kid of his own, but here he is. “I’ll be an hour at most, I don’t think getting him registered will be that hard.” 

“Do you have all his information?” Wayne asks, making sure he doesn’t get all the way there and needs to turn around. 

“Yeah, in the van,” he points as he reaches the door again. “Thank you for—

“No need, he’s always welcomed here,” Wayne assures him. “It’ll be nice to have a mini Eddie to watch again.” 

He slightly chuckles, “Okay, well, have fun. I’ll be back.” 

Single Dads fic

@stevesbipanic @panicatthediaz @jizzing-bastard-600and69 @sharingisntkaren @ellietheasexylibrarian @missmagillicuddy @platinum-sunset 

Steddie

@nosaladallowed-ao3  @wifeyreid @girl-with-an-orange-cat @sunshinemunchkin @luna-munson83 @manda-panda-monium @steve-thehair-mamabear 

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[chelseasdagger]

Clean

Frank Castle x GN!Reader

Summary: Frank comes home after jogging with a weighted vest and seeing how sweaty he is, you can’t resist

Warnings: slightly smutty, pretty brief

Author’s Note: My submission for @bernthirst-events​ prompt Wet Wednesday! I had this idea for a while and knew this was the perfect excuse to write it CJSDKSK! Oh, and this is the vest Frank is wearing :)

Word Count: 1.5k

Frank was always coming up with new ways to push his strength. You had bare witness to the different exercises he’d done over the years and even been used as equipment, like the time he had you sit on his back while he did pushups. Though the most memorable thing he’s done in the name of strength had to be when he tied a cinder block around his waist during his pull ups. You can recall the way your thighs pressed together while you watched the metal chain move under his flexing, sweaty skin. It was hard to sit through, hearing the loud grunting as he worked his body, but after what felt like years you were able to get your hands on him and show him exactly what his display made you feel.

He hadn’t expressed any concerns with his stamina to you, but you noticed the changes he’s been implementing. It started with the increased appetite, but you just assumed he was going on a bulk to gain more muscle. Then came the extra sets in his workouts; you weren’t sure if you were imagining it initially, but after asking him he reassured you it was just a few more and that he was fine.

Despite these somewhat obvious signs, you’re still shocked to see him when he comes back home from a jog. The sound of the door shutting brought your attention away from your phone and you look up to see him leaning against the doorframe. His labored breaths are heavy as he pants, his head hung low as he presses the toes of one foot to the heel of the other. He steps out of his shoes quickly and walks to the couch.

Your eyes never leave him as he sinks down to sit beside you. Frank’s body deflates into the cushion next to you, his elbow propped up on the arm rest as he holds his forehead in his hand. He typically gets winded after his afternoon jogs, but you’ve never seen him quite this breathless just from cardio. With each breath of air his chest only expands but so far, the weighted vest heavy against him.

“Are you okay, Frank? Here, let me get you some water,” you stand up before he can even answer your question. You turn into the kitchen and reach for a glass on the drying rack, swiftly filling it with water and walking back to the living room. He hasn’t moved an inch and his chest is still heaving.

You gently grab his other wrist to guide the cup into his hand and watch as he props himself up on the couch. He mutters a small thanks under his breath, eyes shut as he tilts his head back and down the water quickly. As he drinks, it’s hard not to stare as his Adam's apple bobbing while he swallows the water. His throat moves under the flushed skin of his neck, the slight pink hue evident underneath all of the sweat. The view has you swallowing, unintentionally mimicking him, and you try your best to look away.

Frank lets out a sigh once he’s finished with the glass and hands it back to you. You stand up to refill his cup but he grabs your wrist gently, silently telling you not to worry about it. Sitting back down, you decide the next thing to do is to take off the vest so he can get a proper breath in. You lean over him, reaching for the velcro strap at his side, the ripping sound echoing out as you tug it open. Your fingers curl around the bottom, getting ready to lift it over his head when you see something that makes you freeze.

The droplets of sweat from his neck are slowly rolling down his skin, disappearing under the hem of his vest. The sight has you licking your lips involuntarily and noticing every other drop that has never looked so tempting before. Frank doesn’t catch on to what’s made you stall, but he assumes it’s the weight of the vest.

You snap out of your gaze, slightly startled, as his fingers quickly grab at the edge of the vest. He brings in three quick breaths, mustering up his strength, and raising the vest up and away from his chest. You help pull his arms through and lift it completely off of his wide, broad shoulders.

“Oh my god…” you trail off, staring at the inside of the vest. The part that was facing him is drenched, the black fabric having an even darker splotch in the center. You turn your attention back to him and finally see his bare chest. Sweat decorates every inch of his torso, even more perspiration gathered where he was covered by the fabric. His body glistens under the light and you become mesmerized by the way each breath he takes makes more of him shine.

You can’t explain what exactly comes over you, but your mouth waters the longer you stare. An idea pops into your head, but you glance up to his face to check on him before fulfilling your own needs.

Frank’s eyes are still shut and his lips are parted as he focuses on his breathing. His eyebrows are slightly pulled together, a display of the stress his body has just been put through. You’d hate to bother him, but you think maybe relaxing and letting you take control might be exactly what he needs.

It’s the last push you need to lean over him once more and bring your face to the crook of his neck. You slowly drag your nose up over his throat, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin. Hesitantly, you let your tongue push past your lips and lick over his neck.

The clean, salty taste hits you hard, but the deep groan he lets out goes straight to the pit of your stomach. You immediately go in once again, running your tongue flat along the new goosebumps that are growing under your wet touch.

“What’re you—,” Frank begins to ask, but is cut off by the hitch of his own breath. You move your lips down, licking across his collarbone and running your tongue over the dip between the two of them. The cool air strikes the wet patch you had licked over his neck and the feeling makes him hiss between his teeth.

Taking advantage of him while he’s distracted, you throw one knee over his thigh and settle yourself on top of him. Seeing him like this and hearing his groans has you needing attention between your legs, so you decide to take care of it yourself so he can relax. He’s finally opening his eyes once he feels you drag yourself against him. Too exhausted to move, his hands reach for your hips and help rock you back and forth. 

Each time you drag your tongue along his smooth skin, you’re rewarded with a deep sigh or a rumbly groan. The sounds he’s letting out heats up the fire burning in your lower stomach and you don’t even register the way you’re grinding against his leg harder. You move slightly lower, placing wet, sloppy kisses over his chest. The salty taste only grows stronger on your tongue and you know you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

When your fingers brush over his nipples, he lets out a loud grunt as his stomach tightens and you can’t help but smile as you continue feeling over his body. You love how sensitive he is there, and always find a way to sneakily tease him just to hear what new sound you could pull from him. Your mouth drags over his chest some more, feeling the muscles under his skin tighten from your wet lips. 

You chuckle against his sweaty skin, loving how sensitive he got when you showed him the same attention he gives you. Frank was generally good at giving affection but wasn’t the best at receiving it, in all senses of the word. He was especially poor at receiving attention to more sensitive areas like his thighs and chest. Even now, his whole torso is flushed in a dusty pink color under his wet skin.

His hips give a faint roll forward and you pull away with a grin, pleased to see the effect you have on him. You let your mouth lead the way, licking trails down his salty stomach and pressing another wet kiss right below his belly button. Once again, the muscles clench tightly under his skin and you decide you’ve done enough teasing.

Getting down from his thigh, you slowly sink to your knees and push his own apart. He looks so good like this: bulge straining against his workout shorts, stomach shining from sweat and spit, and his eyes staring down at you, half shut from lust. Satisfied with your work, you slowly rub your hands up the insides of his thighs. Your palm brushes over his clothed cock and you see the way his hips push the slightest bit towards you.

“Easy, Frankie. I got you,” you reassure him with a small laugh, your hands curling around his waistband. You tug the shorts down past his hips and place one small, last kiss to his knee. Flashing him a wicked grin, you continue, “Trust me.”

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle x you #frank castle fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #bernthirstpalooza #chelsea writes

[sovereignjojoz]

Okay thsi sounds kinda weird, but like,, would it be okay for me to suggest Bruno Bucciarati x child reader TOTALLY PLATONIC!!!! where he kinda takes her in and they have a father daughter bond. I understand it’s kinda weird so feel free to ignore!

Dad!Bruno Buccarrati x platonic!child reader

Pairings: Dad Bruno x child reader, platonic Bucci gang x child reader

Notes -it’s not weird at all anon, totally fine! Sorry it’s taken me a while to respond. Happy holidays!

BEST DAD EVER.

You would probably have to be wondering around the vicinity of the house for Bruno to take you in.

At first he’d try to reunite you with your parents, yet when it dawns on him you seemingly have none he’d debate with himself on wether to take you in.

Not that he doesn’t want to he would, but it’s just raising a child is such a huge responsibility and baring in mind he’s only twenty makes him put some serious consideration into his decision.

Ultimately his good hearted nature sways him, and he ends up taking you in and overtime he finds that he doesn’t regret his decision.

“Mishta’ Bruno?” You yelled, a tad too loud, towards the kitchen.

The colourful cereal you were chewing on made your calling appear incoherent, yet Bruno hummed in recognition having heard it so often.

“Why can’t we just stay the two of us.” You continued knowing he was listening, “I like it just us, do your friends have to come back?” You questioned, loudly swallowing the last remnants of your cereal.

“Piccola/o,” he walked into the dining room and smiled at you. “My friends live here too, they were only gone for a special job.” He picked up a paper towel and squeezed your chubby cheeks, cleaning up your face. “It wouldn’t be fair to deny them their home, would it?”

You nodded in agreement, Bruno had taught you all about respect and fairness just before he enrolled you in an Italian children’s school, highlighting that it was of the upmost importance.

He stroked your head softly, then moved to throw the dirtied paper towel in the rubbish bin. “Don’t worry alright, my friends are very nice, you’ll have tons of fun with them piccola/o.”

You pouted unconvinced, but nodded nonetheless.

“Come on.” He extended his hand out to you so you could jump down from the white dining chair, “time to get ready for school.”

You held Bruno’s hand as you skipped along to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and bathing. Bruno helped you wash your hair, soapy suds staining his hands as you splashed around in the water.

Once you had been towel dried, he massaged numerous hair care creams into you hair, then brushed and de-tangled it.

“Mister Bruno, can you braid my hair please.”

Bruno had watched countless videos on how to care for, handle and style hair similar to yours, he’d even bought a doll to practice on all in preparation for this moment. “Sure.”

You twirled around in your uniform, striking a pose for Bruno once he’d finished, you loved your new hairstyle so much!

Bruno pulled out his phone to take a picture of you, you looked so cute.

Rushing to the porch, you strapped the Velcro of your shiny shoes on then grabbed your fluffy blue jacket to put on top.

“Bye mister Bruno!”

“Wait!” Hastily, you paused what you were doing at Bruno’s call, running to the sound of his voice.

“Yes?”

He bent down to your level, handing you a white lunch box which held heart shaped sandwiches, some fruit and a packet of crisps/chips. “Here, your lunch.”

You gasped in awe, previously you had asked mister Bruno for some uniquely shaped sandwiches because some of your classmates ate them at lunch yet you had no idea on wether he was actually going to do it, leaving you positively happy.

“Thanks mister Bruno!” You pulled his hand left hand, tilting him downwards, “you’re the best!” You asserted, kissing his cheek before slamming the door shut and running of to school.

Bruno merely smiled at your action before returning back to his real work.

Tiptoeing to reach the door handle, you kicked your school shoes off of your feet and ran into the living room shouting, “I’m home! I’m home!” The light pitter patter of your feet echoing behind you.

You held your drawing of the house, you and Bruno up proudly for him to see as you entered the vast room. “Papa! Look at this drawing-!” Immediately you covered your mouth with your hands realising your mistake, but there was no time for that reality to sink in as five intimidating figures looked over you.

You gasped lightly, frightened, and ran to hide behind Bruno, grabbing onto his leg.

Your glistening eyes analysed the males one by one, “Who are these people?” You whispered.

“These are my friends I was talking about.” He explained as you nodded in recognition.

“We leave for a few months and you bring a kid home?” The one with orange hair commented, accusingly looking at Bruno.

Said male shrugged, brushing him off.

“Quit it Fugo, I’m sure the kid is quality company.” Said one with a hat.

“What’s your name piccina/o?” Asked a boy with black hair with a smile, he looked to be younger than the rest, you thought he seemed really cool.

“[name].” You told him, moving slightly closer.

“Awsome!” He put his hand up for a high five which you enthusiastically met, “would you like to play a game with me?”

“Yeah!”

Narancia picked you up, spinning you in the air, then ran towards his bedroom.

“Hey wait up, I wanna join.” Mista called out, kicking his shoes of.

A couple of days had passed and you found that Bruno was right, his friends were very fun! Narancia always played energetic games with you like tag and capture the flag, Mista carried you everywhere and frequently played tea parties with you (which Bruno joined in too) and even Fugo who was cold at first warmed up and indulged in activities such as baking with you and colouring.

The only one you hadn’t really interacted with was Abbacchio, even though you wanted to.

Sitting on the kitchen table, Abbacchio had been relaxing, reading his book and drinking his wine, when he felt a light tug on his long silver hair.

He scowled and turned towards where he felt the tug come from, finding the young perpetrator looking shyly up at him.

“Oi bimba/o, what do you think you’re doing.”

“Sorry,” you stoked his hair, pretending to put it in a ponytail, “I just really like your hair.”

He looked at you, sighing, “don’t pull.”

You jumped up and down excitedly, parting his hair so you could braid it.

After an hour Abbacchio felt his fair fall still in braids, and you came sleepily stumbling before him.

“Finished mister abba.” You stumbled forward, falling into his lap.

“Hey.” He poked you cheek, “get up.” He pulled your head up by your hair to check if you were really sleeping, finding that you were in fact asleep.

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his lap so you were curled comfortably in his lap, he then took a sip of his wine and picked up his book again, going back to the chapter he was previously reading.

Bruno hadn’t expected to find you curled up on Abbacchio’s lap, having know his views on kids, so to say he was surprised to say the least was an understatement.

“Don’t say anything, just take the kid.”

Bruno smiled knowingly raising an eyebrow at Abbacchio, he picked you up, your head on his shoulder, and took you to your room.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt soft silk covers being placed over you.

“Mister Bruno…?” You half asked, half assumed.

He hummed in response turning your night light on.

“Sorry for calling you papa a while ago, it was an accident, I just really like mister Bruno.” You apologised, pulling the covers further up your face.

He smiled and pinched your cheek, “it’s alright, I don’t mind. You can call me papa or papino if you like.”

Your eyes widened, the corners creasing in excitement, “really!”

“Mhm. But for now go to bed.”

“Okay…”

“Goodnight [name].”

“Goodnight…papa.”

#platonic bucci gang x reader #platonic bruno x reader #dad Bruno Buccarrati #bucci gang x reader #jjba x reader #bucciarati x reader #vento aureo x reader #sovereignjojoz #two posts in one week?! #awhh yeah babyy #bruno is so cute #gonna watch aib szn 2 now!!!