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moon-rivr · 7 months

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pairing: arranged marriage miguel x fem reader

warnings: miguel being an ass, guy grabbing the reader, oral (f receiving), mirror sex, and overall smut lol 🫣

author’s note: idk what my obsession is with writing asshole mig 😭 i hope you guys aren’t finding it repetitive or boring 🫣 anyways, enjoy <3

word count: 4014

When Miguel had agreed to this arranged marriage set up by your parents, he didn't seem himself having you bent over your shared bathroom sink as he pounded into you from behind, fisting your hair with one hand as he forced you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror.

It started off at another gala that your father frequented, in an attempt to make himself respected in the business world. His business had recently skyrocketed in profits and he was being acknowledged for the hard work that he put in, but that still wasn't enough for your father. Despite the fact that he was gaining respect from other businesses and gaining opportunities, he quickly became greedy and obsessed when he found out that he was still being ignored by some. With that greed and obsession, the sweet father who used to play Monopoly with you quickly disappeared and transformed into someone ruthless.

You decided to wear a blue dress that plunged at the neckline all the way to your breasts along with a pair of silver stilettos to the gala, making some heads turn at your arrival. Your parents quickly went to go mingle with some of the other guests, eager to make a good impression, while you sat down at one of the tables and sipped on a glass of overpriced champagne. You looked up from your phone when you saw a shadow looming over you, glancing over at the man who was standing in front of you. He was tall, taller than anyone else in the room, and his black hair was pushed back to perfection. Despite how devilishly handsome he looked in the black tux he was wearing, you couldn't help but be enamored by his eyes. They were such a unique shade of brown, almost appearing red when the light hit them right.

"What are you doing here all alone?" He asked, sitting down in front of you as he took a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by. "My parents are out mingling, but conversation about how the stock market is progressing doesn't seem very interesting. and what are you doing here joining me in solitude?" You replied, taking a sip from your glass as you took in the man sitting in front of you. "Like you said, conversation with people who only really care about how many zeros are in your bank account isn't very fulfilling," he remarked, clinking his glass against yours as he took a sip. You looked down to where his hand was holding the champagne glass, the comparison almost funny before you started to think just what he could do with his hands. You snapped out of it, looking back at the man who was smirking at the sight of your flushed face. "So what's your name?" You asked, leaning a bit forward as you set down the glass. "Miguel. Miguel O’Hara, nice to meet you."

Soon after you two had finished up with your champagne glasses, he led you outside to the balcony with the excuse of wanting to hear you better. You two leaned against the balcony, watching some of the other guests arrive or looking up at the twinkling stars. You found conversation to be extremely easy with him, he wasn't anything like the prestigious assholes that your father had tried (and failed) to set you up with. "I don't know, I feel like you're giving me that kind of angsty angry at the world type of vibe," you said after the conversation had turned to what high school was like, eliciting a small laugh from him. "Sort of, yeah. And let me guess, you were the popular cheerleader?" He remarked, leaning against the balcony as he looked over at you. You rubbed the back of your neck nervously, letting out a small sigh before deciding to open up to Miguel. "Uh, no. My dad was struggling to get above profit every quarter so we couldn't afford the extracurriculars. I mean, it wasn't bad or anything but I did end up being the joke of the school," you replied, leaning against the balcony now. "For what it's worth, I would've loved to be your friend."

Eventually after a while of conversing, Miguel extended his hand out to invite you to dance. "You are aware that there's no music out here, right?" You asked, letting out a small laugh as you held his hand. "We'll dance to the rhythm of our hearts," he remarked, letting out a chuckle of his own as he began swaying to an imaginary soundtrack. "I was aware of how corny it was when it left my mouth," he mumbled, his cheeks flushed a bit red with embarrassment. You continued to dance with him, enjoying the way his body moved against yours and the body heat that he was radiating. You looked up to see his gaze already on you, those brown eyes almost sparkling with something similar to desire. "I'm gonna kiss you, is that okay?" He whispered, looking at you for a response. You nodded, closing your eyes as you leaned into it. His mouth was soft, inviting and you could taste the champagne he'd drank earlier along with something just so uniquely... him.

You pulled away when you heard the balcony door open, seeing your father standing there with a smile on his face. "Ah, I see that you've gotten yourself acquainted with your future husband," he remarked, patting Miguel’s shoulder before he walked next to you. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked from your father to Miguel, seeing the same expression on his face. "Husband?" You asked after a while, rubbing your arm nervously. "I wasn't aware that it would be you that i'm marrying, but yes, your father thought that us getting married would increase our business profits," Miguel responded, his face turning stone cold and you started to grow annoyed. You'd expected this from your father, to marry you off for his expense without any regard towards your feelings but now Miguel was pretending like there wasn't a spark between you two?

A couple weeks after the gala, your father arranged for your marriage with Miguel to be in the city courthouse with only some of your friends and his potential business partners. You were in the process of moving your stuff into his place in order to make the marriage seem more legitimate. When you arrived at Miguel’s house, you couldn't help but admire the sheer size of it and the amount of expensive decorations he put up, but you couldn't help but notice that it was missing a touch of home. It was like something out of an Airbnb catalog, not a place someone came for solace. The living room was devoid of any pictures of him or his family, full with paintings that must've cost a fortune.

After you finished setting your stuff down in the room he'd set apart for you, you decided to walk downstairs to the kitchen since you hadn't eaten breakfast that morning. You noticed Miguel sitting at the kitchen table in a plain white tee and sweatpants while he typed something up in his computer as you headed to the cupboards. You grabbed a bag of chips and looked over at Miguel, leaning over the table a bit. Things had been distant ever since the kiss and getting married, but you were determined to at least try to get along with your husband. "Hey, how's work going?" You asked, looking at him with a small smile as you opened up your bag of chips. "Can you open that somewhere else? It's too noisy," he grumbled, not bothering to look up from his computer. You let out a small sigh and picked up the bag of chips from the table, starting to walk away before you heard him speak up once more, "And don't think this is going to be a loving marriage. This is only a business transaction and you just happened to be one of the pawns."

You decided to start distancing yourself from Miguel after that, which was considerably easier since he was always away on business trips or working late. You constantly found yourself crying over Miguel’s neglect, wishing that he would show you at least a smidge of attention, but those tears were quickly replaced by burning anger when he rejected every advance you tried to get close to him. Eventually, you started shutting down completely and only coming out of the room when he wasn't home or when you two needed to attend an event together. Even at the events, he still kept you at an arm's length and made a point not to speak with you until it was time to go.

An art showing you were excited for quickly arrived, and you found yourself giggling and smiling when getting ready despite knowing that Miguel wouldn't act differently from those other times. You dressed in a red floor length dress with gold heels, your hair and makeup styled to perfection. You walked downstairs after Miguel complained about you taking too long, seeing his eyes widen just the slightest bit as he held his hand out for you to hold. "You look nice," he offered, walking with you to the car. You'd normally be excited and form delusions about how things were improving between the two of you, but you didn't feel like raising your own hopes for once. "Right because I spent two hours getting ready to look 'nice'," you responded, taking your hand away from his as you walked to the car.

The drive there was silent, the jazz music playing on the stereo filling up the atmosphere. You knew that you'd basically just snapped the only olive branch that he'd offered you, but you couldn't stand to deal with the disappointment that came after realizing that he still didn't like you. You looked out the window, Miguel’s hand lingering on the side of your thigh as he occasionally glanced at you. You two arrived at the gala a couple minutes later, only getting close to pose for pictures and sell the image of the perfect marriage.

You walked over to the bar, leaving Miguel alone as he went to go talk with some of his associates. "One whiskey, please," you asked the bartender when they came over, your eyes occasionally glancing over at what Miguel was doing or who he was talking to. You tried to push the thoughts aside as you took a sip of your whiskey, listening to one of the auctions going on. You finished up with your glass around the time that the auction had ended, looking over to see that Miguel was still busy mingling so you decided to head out to the balcony to get some fresh air.

You were looking out at the night sky when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around to see a man around your age giving you a polite smile. "Hey, I couldn't help but notice you're here alone. Aren't you O’hara’s wife?" He asked, leaning against the balcony as he turned to look at you. "I am, but I’m not really that big on socializing," you responded, turning to look over at him. He let out a dark chuckle as he lit up a cigar, taking a huff out of it before he turned to look at you once more. "You know Miguel doesn't really love you right? He's only with you out of convenience," he said after a while of silence, closing the gap between the two of you. "Even if we are, I don't see how that's any of your concern," you said, the words came out more defensively than you had intended them to. His hand lingered on your shoulder, brushing a strand piece of hair aside as his eyes darkened. "I'm just saying, if you're ever tired of being in a loveless marriage, he doesn't have to find out," he spoke a while after, his hand still resting close to you. You were about to push him away when you heard someone speak up behind you, "Get your damn hands off my wife."

You and Miguel walked back to the car in silence a couple minutes after that encounter, and you felt like a scolded kid despite the fact that it wasn't your fault. Once you two settled in the backseat, he turned to look over at you, his gaze softening up just the slightest bit. "Are you okay?" He asked, surprising you completely since he'd never bothered to ask. "What does it matter, Miguel?" You responded, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked out the window. He spent a couple minutes in silence, before you noticed that you two weren't headed back to the house. "We're headed someplace else," he said, seeing the look of confusion on your face.

His driver pulled over to a secluded spot and Miguel helped you out of the car, grabbing a blanket from the trunk. He set down the blanket and sat down, patting the spot next to him. "You didn't bring me out here to murder me?" You asked, a brow raised as you sat down next to him. "No, that's a completely different spot," he replied, letting out a small chuckle as he glanced down at you. You spent a couple minutes looking at the clearing and at the constellations before glancing over at Miguel, deciding to ask the question that had been lingering in your mind for a while now. "What changed? I mean, why are you so distant despite the connection we had when we met?" You asked, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. He let out a sharp exhale, turning to look at you.

"I had a daughter, Gabriella. She was the center of my world, y'know? And then suddenly, she wasn't in my world anymore and that completely destroyed me. It was easy flirting with you in the beginning because I thought it would just be temporary, but then you turned out to be my wife. It had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I'm scared that everything I love will end up destroyed," he spoke up after a couple minutes, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. You were unsure of what to say, so you decided to stay quiet and simply rub your hand on his shoulder, but what you didn't know is that your presence was all Miguel needed to feel okay in that moment. You two stayed quiet for the rest of your time there, just taking the time to be close to each other and enjoy each other's presence for the first time.

Miguel had tried to be a more attentive husband after that trip, getting over his own fears and being vulnerable with you. He started talking to you about work, letting you ask stuff about his personal life, and let you sit down with him while he was typing away at his computer. You were scrolling through your phone while Miguel was working on his computer, not noticing when he had moved over to the couch to sit down next to you. "I have a business trip to go to, but I want to take you out on a proper dinner date when I get back. I know I haven't been the ideal husband but I'm trying here," he said, rubbing your ankle as he looked over at you. You placed your phone down, grateful at the amount of effort that Miguel was willing to put in to make the marriage a bit more bearable. "I appreciate the fact that you're trying. I can't wait," you responded, sitting up to kiss his cheek and hoping that the small act wouldn't scare him off. He responded to the kiss fairly well, returning it and turning the tv on so you two could relax for a bit.

About a week later, you had received a text from Miguel that he would be arriving from his business trip today around 7. You couldn't help but feel excited at the fact that you were finally going to go on an actual date with your husband, so you started dancing in the bathroom while you brushed your teeth. You spent about an hour taking care of your appearance, putting on hydrating face masks and shaving before going to get dressed. You settled on putting a short dress that complimented your curves perfectly with a pair of silver heels, the jewelry matching them. You took out your makeup bag and started to finish getting ready in front of the bathroom mirror, not noticing that Miguel had come inside.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as he placed a kiss on your neck. "You look stunning," he whispered, the proximity of how close he was combined with the compliment making the wires in your brain short circuit. You turned around to look at him, seeing that he was already dressed to go out, with the color of shirt matching your dress and black slacks. You couldn't help but notice the loose tie hanging around his neck so you decided to lean in to fix it before he grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he looked up at you. "I wanted to be a gentleman and take you out to dinner first but I just can't help myself."

Miguel did quick work of taking himself out of his pants, placing you on the bathroom counter as he looked up at you. "Is this okay with you?" He asked, his hands gently rubbing on your thighs, not wanting to do anything without your proper consent. "More than okay," you responded, watching as he slid your dress up to your hips. He got on his knees, starting to lick a stripe up your thigh before he did quick work of slipping your panties down. "Such a pretty pussy," he whispered before he leaned in, running his mouth through your folds. His tongue explored every part of you, basking in the experience as he gently tugged and sucked. He licked a stripe from your weeping hole to your clit, your manicured hands tugging on his hair. He slipped his tongue inside, letting out a low moan as the vibrations went through you, causing your legs to twitch a bit.

He gripped your legs tightly as he sucked on your hole, lapping at the juices you were releasing. He looked up at you with his tongue buried in you, the tip of his nose wet from your juices. You let out a small moan at how pretty he was, your hips grinding against his face as you sought out more. "So greedy," he said with a small chuckle, taking his pointer and middle finger to tap against your lower lip. You opened up your mouth, your tongue running the sides as you sucked on his fingers. He took them out and got on his knees once more, slipping them inside of you with ease. You let out a loud moan as you felt his fingers curl to hit your g-spot, your toes curling in the silver heels. Your legs began to twitch as he started to suck on your clit, his tongue working expertly to provide you with pleasure you needed. His fingers and mouth worked in tandem to provide you with the stimulation you craved, your hands tugging on his hair as your hips grinded against his face. "I-I'm close!" You moaned out, the peak of your climax approaching quickly with every suck of your clit. With one final thrust of his fingers, you gushed around them, your face contorted in pleasure. He got up from the floor, his eyes on you as he sucked your release from his fingers.

Miguel kept you in the same position as he aligned his cock with your pussy, his gaze on you as he started to slide himself in. He let out a low moan as he bottomed out, his hands on your hips while he started off slowly. He grabbed his discarded tie off the counter, tying your hands together and your legs were on his shoulders, the angle allowing Miguel to slip in deeply with ease. He started moving faster when he noticed your hips moving against his, his balls slapping against your ass. Your walls clenched around him tightly, eliciting a moan to come out of him as he thrusted in you faster. The grip on your hips was sure to leave you bruises by tomorrow, but you couldn't find it to care with all the pleasure he was giving you. He looked up at the mirror, seeing your body underneath his and got an idea.

He bent you over the mirror, having you look at yourself as he slid inside of you once more. You pressed your hands down on the counter as he began to quicken up the pace, your back flush against his chest as you closed your eyes. He couldn't have that, of course, so he tugged on your hair, forcing you to keep eye contact with him through the mirror. You felt a new wave of arousal coat his cock as he maintained the eye contact, your walls clenching around him tightly. His balls slapped against your ass as he thrusted in deeply and quickly, seeking out for both of you to get to that peak. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, gently pinching it as he worked to give you what he could. "You look so pretty taking me like this, tesoro," he moaned out, raising one of his hands to slap your ass. You felt your legs tremble as he continued to hit your g-spot and his thumb stimulated your clit, quickly coming to your orgasm. (treasure)

Your release formed a creamy white ring around the base of his cock, your eyes closed in pure bliss. He pressed your face against the mirror, shaking his head in fake disappointment as he continued to thrust in your pussy, seeking out his own release. "Keep your eyes on the mirror," he said, the command coming out more breathless than he expected. With one final thrust, his cum coated your walls as he fucked into you. He let his chest fall against your back, gripping you tightly as he got his breathing under control. He slipped his softening cock out of you, his fingers pushing the cum leaking from your pussy back inside. You took his fingers in your mouth, sucking them off once more as you tasted the combined release from you two.

He helped you get cleaned up and even cooked up some spaghetti before he laid down in bed with you. He gently rubbed your shoulders as you started to drift off to sleep, his chest flush against your back. "Thank you.. for not giving up on me. I really appreciate it," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he stroked your thigh. "You're a person worth knowing," you replied, turning around to face him as your hand rested on his cheek. You felt yourself growing sleepy from the combined body warmth and how good his fingers felt on your skin. "You can go to sleep, I'll be here in the morning."

He, however, was not there in the morning when you woke up. You thought that after the time you spent getting close to him and especially now after having sex, he would start to open up to the possibility of advancing your relationship. However, it seemed like the act simply pushed him away further and erased the progress you had achieved. You decided to knock on his office door, getting tired of the silent treatment and mixed signals to ask what was going on and he simply responded with, "What we did was a mistake. I'm sorry that you thought we could be something more but you're just a business transaction."

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malum-forev · 9 months

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First Trimester

(This is a short drabble I couldn’t get out of my head, idk what this is lol)

Bucky kept his head in his hands, eyes closed tightly. His breath ragged.

He could hear Steve’s loud footsteps pacing the room while Sam stood rooted in place. He could hear his friends’ heartbeats thumping rapidly.

“And you two-“ Steve couldn’t get the words out.

“That’s usually how that happens.” Sam retorted sarcastically.

Steve’s hands shot up. “I’m just trying to understand how this happened!”

“Looks like I should have had the birds and the bees conversation with both of you.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“What am I going to do?” Bucky croaked, his throat dry and scratchy. The question was mostly for himself, wondering just how he would manage everything happening in his life.

“You aren’t going to do anything.” Sam ran his hand over his face. “Before you go into crisis mode like a chicken running with its head chopped off, you need to make sure it’s yours.”

Bucky’s eyes snapped open.

“Sam-“ Steve’s cautious tone only made the Falcon more angry.

“Here’s what we know,” Sam’s voice was firm. “You two have got super soldier serum running through your veins, it changed your bodies drastically. Which obviously means your swimmers were altered, doctors told you the probabilities of you two getting someone knocked up are zero.”

“Close to zero.” Steve corrected.

“Whatever,” Sam rolled his eyes again. “Now- this one goes around the tri state are area banging anything with legs.”

Buckys cheeks burned red.

“Two months later, someone comes around saying they’ve got a super soldier baby brewing- does that not sound shady to anyone else?”

Steve rubbed his hand against his chin. “When did Dr. Cho say she could get a paternity test?”

“Two weeks.” Bucky whispered.

“Then these are going to be the most stressful two weeks of your life, kid.” Steve slumped his shoulders.

She hadn’t let the crippling nervousness seep into her body, work, friends and exhaustion had been great distractors. But now, as the steel gates of the Avengers compound opened she felt it.

She was the one who had encouraged a paternity test when she knocked on Bucky’s door weeks ago.

She hadn’t thought twice about missing her period the first month. Long hours at the art gallery we’re to blame, right? But as the days turned into weeks and the strange knot in her throat tightened, she decided to take a test.

Not thinking anything would pop up except the not pregnant label on the plastic test, she left it on the counter and forgot about it. That is, until a three minute timer rang and the scariest word ever written was staring at her. Pregnant.

(Y/n) waited a full week before visiting a gynecologist. Some gel, and ultrasound and some probing later, she was pregnant and that was that. She didn’t even register the bean sized blob on the screen. A muffled sound replaced the cheery doctor’s voice.

“Is Dad excited?” The young doctor smiled. Dad, fuck there’s a dad that needs to be notified.

(Y/n felt as if she’d stuffed a handful of gravel down her throat. She nodded weakly and lied. “He’s ecstatic.”

What she should have said is: he’s terrified.

When Bucky saw (Y/n)’s text on his phone, he’s ego shot up. He whistled as he prepared some eggs that morning, thinking highly of himself.

I don’t usually go back for seconds but I guess I can make an exception. Bucky thought as he shaved his face that morning. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight shirt, a combination he’d read online was the bee’s knees for getting women riled up these days.

But there might as well have been nothing underneath those boxers he was wearing because the shocking news killed any kind of vibe he had been feeling.

(Y/n) rocked backwards and forwards nervously as she stood in his living room. She didn’t even want to come in but he’d insisted. Now, Bucky was slumped back on his couch with his eyes set on the floor.

“I know this sounds strange-“ she swallowed. “But I don’t usually do what we did, I don’t do one night stands. I love relationships which is why my friends convinced me to sleep with you- not that I needed convincing you’re like so hot but you know what I mean. Well, I guess you don’t know what I mean because you barely know me, barely know I exist.”

“You love relationships?” Bucky’s eyes widened.

“I-well- shit- I shouldn’t have said that. It sounds-“ You sighed deeply, trying to collect her thoughts. “What I’m trying to say is that, you’re the only person I’ve had sex with in- a long time. And I want you to know that I’m not telling you this to make you feel like you have to be involved- that is if we decide to keep it. I just thought you should know that I’m pregnant.”

She tried to make her voice sound firm and confident but her whole body rejected the idea. There was nothing she was more afraid of than this. This life altering decision.

“And you’re thinking of keeping it.” He whispered, blue eyes staring back at her.

(Y/n) nodded slowly then shook her head. “I don’t know. Yes, maybe. I have a stable job, pretty decent insurance and a nice apartment downtown so, I’ve got the basics covered. I’ve always wanted children, not now but- I don’t know.”

“I’m also aware this is insane news so, I understand if you need time to process or decide if you want to- be involved, I guess.”

Bucky slowly nodded. She wrapped her cardigan closer to her body and his whole body jerked up, standing from the couch.

“Ar-are you, showing?” Bucky’s curious tone made her lips tweak upwards.

“It‘s been like two months and it’s the size of a bean so, no.” She tried to lighten the mood.

“You’ve been to the doctor?”

She nodded. “She told me I could have a paternity test done in a couple of weeks, if that’s something you’re interested in.”

Paternity test- paternity. Those words didn’t even seem real to Bucky. It had been such a distant thing that the thought hadn’t registered in his mind yet.

“I’ve got a couple of doctors that would probably know how to handle that-“ he said pointing to her stomach. “With the whole, serum and everything. Would you mind if I talked to them?”

“I don’t mind, whatever’s better for bean, right?”

Bucky’s body was enveloped in a foreign feeling. So different than anything he’d felt before, an unsettling feeling in his stomach that brought goosebumps to his skin.

“The bean?” Bucky furrowed his eyebrows.

“Not the bean. Just, bean.” Her cheeks burned and a smile developed on her lips. “The doctor said it’s going to be a while until I can find out the sex so, I’ve been calling it that. Bean.”

“Bean.” Bucky repeated quietly, fighting from letting out a smile. He couldn’t let himself get involved, not before a decision was made. Did he want to be in bean- the baby’s life? Was he even the father?

(Y/n) and Bucky walked through the white corridors at the Avengers med bay in silence.

Both of them stopped at an opened door.

“You sure you don’t want to come in and check I don’t switch up the viles, rig the paternity results?” She regretted the joke as soon as the words flew out of her mouth. Bucky’s blue eyes widened. She had tried to lighten the mood but the only thing she succeeded was to make Bucky uncomfortable-

“Good thinking,” Bucky’s lips twitched upwards. “I’m sure having my old ass sperm in there was your plan all along.”

She couldn’t help a giggle escape her mouth. Bucky placed his hand on her lower back and lead her into the room.

He held her hand through the procedure and followed her back to her car after everything was done.

“I guess I’ll call you once the results are in.” Bucky bit his bottom lip as she nodded, the tired look on (Y/n) worried him. “I just wanted to say, again, how grateful I am you’re being so cooperative.”

(Y/n) saluted him. “Anything for our troops.”

Bucky tipped his head back with laughter. “Please let me know when you get home safe.”

—

Her feet ached, scratch that, her whole body hurt. (Y/n) usually worked a double shift on Sunday’s to get double pay since that was the day rich people usually liked to shop at the gallery. Even though this was routine for her, she felt extremely tired this time. Pregnancy was starting to take a toll on her body.

(Y/n) heard the rain patter intensify as someone opened the glass doors.

“H-hi.” Was all she heard.

“We’re closed.” She called out but no one answered.

A sopping wet Bucky stood at the front of the gallery.

“Looks like you need to buy an umbrella.” She smiled.

“I’m going to be a dad.” The words came out stuttered, like he was trying to stop them.

Bucky stopped talking the second he received the email. DNA test result came back positive. He was the father. A father. That word echoed through his mind all day but he didn’t tell anyone a single thing, not until he could figure out how to manage the information. Steve would try to find solutions, Sam would freak out, Nat would laugh and Tony would probably ignore him. Each and every one of his friends’ reactions would stress him out more than he already was. He had no one, no one to talk to about this. Except her.

(Y/n) sighed deeply, taking her heels off and walking towards him. Without saying anything, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought Bucky close to her. The tension he felt between his shoulder blades disappeared the second he was in her arms.

She softly held his face in her hands. “I haven’t decided anything and we still have time to figure out wether or not we want to keep bean-“

“Bean, oh God bean.” Becky’s eyes met hers. I can’t let bean down. He thought.

“I understand if you don’t want to go through with this.”

“Look at me.” Bucky’s voice was hoarse. “I need you to know that I want this- I want bean so much you have no idea. The thought of me having a kid was so lost but you’ve- I- I am forever grateful and indebted with you, you have no idea.”

(Y/n) smiled. “So we’re doing this? We’re having a baby?”

“Let’s have a baby.” He said.

Part 2: Second Trimester

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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Another version of Bestie’s Werewolf Brother where you two have fallen out of contact for years and when he finds out you’re having a baby with someone else because you start being friends with his sister again and he gets really possessive and starts stalking you again. He finds out you’re a single mom and suddenly he realizes he just wants a baby with you even if it’s not his pup 🥺❣️Mostly fluff plz but I’d love some smut too

Not you bringing out this trope when I literally posted it’s my fave. Lol. No smut all fluff but I might do more with this if y’all like it 🥰

When you got pregnant your boyfriend acted like he was happy. He lavished you in compliments and told everyone how excited he was to be starting a family with you. Your childhood bestie and you even reconnected, her excited about baby names and planning your baby shower. It’s like you picked up right where you left off.

When you ask about her brother, she’s obviously uncomfortable. She comes up with all kinds of excuses about why he doesn’t want to talk to you, or why he seemed to have just vanished off social media recently. You can’t help but feeling hurt but you keep it to yourself.

When you catch your boyfriend cheating on you, you end up packing up all your stuff in a night and moving back in with your parents. It sucks. You can’t help but feel like a failure. You start going for walks more at the local park, just trying anything to keep your mind off your predicament.

“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice say from behind you.

You didn’t know that he had already been stalking you for months. Ever since he found out you were pregnant. He thought he could get past it, get past you, but hearing that you had been with someone else drove him crazy. He wanted to be angry with you. To hate you, even, and that other man’s baby, but the longer he stalked you, the more he realized how much he missed you. How he just wanted to be around you again.

“Hi,” you said as you turned around, awkwardly holding your arms in front of your stomach. You knew he knew, but you couldn’t help but wish this wasn’t the first time he was seeing you after all these years.

“It looks like you’re doing well.”

You shrugged, moving your arms and shoving your hands in your pockets. “I guess.”

“My sister said you’re… getting engaged,” he managed to get out without growling.

“We were, but some stuff happened. I’m living back at home until I can find a place.”

He knew he shouldn’t be happy, but he was. After that, he started offering to help you with everything. Need someone to drive you to an OBGYN appointment? Needed help putting the bassinet together? Couldn’t figure out which kind of car seat to get? He was always there and offering to help.

You were surprised, pleasantly so. You’d never thought much about it, but you didn’t think that he would be so involved in your pregnancy when 1) you weren’t dating and 2) it wasn’t his baby. As the weeks passed, he started asking to touch your stomach when he saw movement. He came to your parents’ house all hours of the day if you even hinted that you wanted to see him or if you wanted something.

When you went into labor, your mother took you, much to his disappointment. He came to visit you of course, but he seemed a little off when he came in. His head was down, and he wasn’t nearly as imposing as he normally was, especially considering he was mostly shifted. Then a nurse came back in with the baby after giving a bath.

“Oh! Here’s Dad,” she smiled as she placed the small bundle in his arms, though she did admittedly look a little uneasy.

You started to correct her, but he just started at the little one in his arms with wide eyes. You’d never seen him be so gentle. His ears were perked up, and you couldn’t help but notice his tail started to wag. He shushed you mid-sentence as you tried telling the nurse he wasn’t the dad.

“Human babies are so tiny,” he whispered, rocking the baby in his arms.

The nurse looked between you before slipping out. He stayed almost the entire time you were in the hospital. Even your parents left more often than him. While he was attentive to you, he was even more attentive to the baby. Asking the nurses to show him how to swaddle. Reading up on when human babies can eat solid food (because it’s just a couple months for pups).

He’s the one that took you home. Your parents are excited when they see his car pull up and you’re admittedly a little confused. When you get inside, you see that he took it upon himself to baby proof everything. He put together an entire nursery when you were just going to have the baby sleep in your room in the bassinet. He even sprung to get a crib since he had read online that infants can only be in bassinets for a few months.

That’s when you realize that he really is the best for you. He’s always been the best for you, and he’s the best for your baby too. The baby fell asleep in his arms before he settled the tiny bundle into the crib. Tears pricked your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his back, burying your face in his shoulder.

“You’ll stay, right?”

A low rumble in his chest vibrated your body when he spun around, grabbing you up in his arms. “I’ll never leave again.”

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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warnings: getting grounded as an adult lol, rafe sneaking in to your house, struggling in school

“dad, this is so unfair!” you shout. “i’m an adult, you can’t ground me!”

“as long as you live under this roof i can do whatever i want.” your dad says, taking your phone and locking it in the safe before shoving they key in his pocket. “you’re lucky that your professor agreed to let you redo your exam. now go up to your room and study for it. i don’t want to see you again until morning.”

“at least let me text rafe-” you begin, but the glare your father gives you says it all. “ugh!” you shout, throwing your hands up and stomping up to your room, slamming the door hard shut. you shove your textbooks off your bed and flop down, letting your angry tears spill.

you knew taking college classes on the mainland was a mistake, but you wanted to make your father proud by being the first one in your family to graduate from college, even if it was just an associates degree from a community college.

you tried to argue that while your dad didn’t have a degree, he still made it, living in a big house on an island, but he argued back that he only made it because he put in hours and hours of manual labor into construction before he moved up the ladder to own his own company.

“so fucking stupid.” you mumble to yourself, rubbing your eyes that are now sore from the tears. you look around your room. maybe your dad was right when he said you’ve been too distracted lately. it was just that things were so good with you and rafe that you wanted to spend all your time with him.

you pick up your textbook and grab your notebook. there’s nothing else better to do and you really do want to pass this exam. you’re only one more semester away from getting your degree, it would be silly to give up now that you’re so close.

you find it slightly easier to concentrate without your phone, but you’re distracted by thoughts of rafe. you wonder how bad he’s worrying about you right now. you didn’t have anything specific planned for tonight, but you always spent as much time together as you could, so it was natural that you saw each other every night.

you get through the couple chapters you need to before setting your textbook to the side, knowing you now have to go through and actually do the assignments that you rushed through and therefore didn’t understand when you were tested on them. you don’t realize how long you’ve been studying until the sun from your window doesn’t illuminate the room enough for you to read the words. you hop up and flick on your light before going to the window, opening it to get some fresh air, feeling trapped in this one box, even though you can technically leave, your dad would just be pissed.

“y/n!”

you look out the window, feeling tears well up in your eyes at rafe standing in your side yard. you wonder how long he’s been waiting. he probably came right over when you didn’t respond within five minutes to one of his texts.

“i got my phone taken away.” you tell rafe.

“fuck, i knew something must have happened and that you weren’t just ignoring me.”

you can’t help but let out a giggle. “never.”

“can i come up?” rafe asks, and you quickly shake your head no. “my dad won’t let you in, plus i have… stuff to do.” “i can help.” rafe says, looking at the lattice leading up to your second story. “and your dad doesn’t have to know.” “rafe, you’ll fall!” you say, but you know once he has an idea in his head that they’re no swaying him. you rush away from the window to lock your door and by the time you return, rafe has already started to climb up. you slide your screen out of the way so once he’s up he can climb in.

“be careful.” you say as rafe’s hands reach your window. he climbs up some more and you help him all the way in, and the second his feet hit your floor, you’re in his arms, his lips against yours. you melt into the kiss, feeling all the stress, anger and anxiety of the last couple hours leave your body. you kiss back, bringing your hands up to his chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath your palms.

“what happened, baby?” rafe asks as he puts the screen of the window back in place for you.

you realize in that moment how embarrassed you are to tell rafe what happened. you avoid talking with him about your studies at all, wanting him to think that you’re smart and sailing through them, when in reality it’s been a struggle.

“i, um… i failed my exam.” you say, moving to sit on your bed to avoid looking rafe in the eye.

“oh, baby, i’m sorry.” rafe says, coming to sit next to you. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean against him. he gives you a minute to just be in his presence before he continues, “why didn’t you tell me, love? i could have helped you study.” you let out a sarcastic laugh, “you don’t want to help me study rafe! it’s boring.”

rafe frowns. he takes his arm away and tries to get you to turn and look at him, but you just can’t, you’re too upset, so you keep your head down. rafe slides onto the floor, kneeling in front of you and taking your face in his hands so you have no choice but to look at him.

“i want to help you study, y/n, if that’s what you need to be doing. don’t skip out on school work just for me. i’ll do anything as long as it’s with you, okay?” “i love you.” you tell rafe, relief flooding through your body as you pitch forward, kissing him intensely. your hands slide over his neck, feeling the cords of muscles that run down it, but before you can deepen the kiss further, rafe pulls away.

“i love you too, and that’s why i’m going to help you study.”

you groan and fall back on your bed, but rafe grabs your assignments anyways. you work well as a team, and you find everything so much easier now that rafes here. it makes you regret not letting him help you over the past year when you were silently struggling. you finish up your last homework assignment as rafe makes flashcards for you.

once you’re done you lay down on the bed together, your head in rafes lap as he quizzes you. you struggle at first but keep going through the set of cards until you know the answer before rafe even finishes reading the question.

your flow is suddenly broken by a loud knock on the door. “y/n.” your father says, and your wide eyes meet rafes. “don’t bother. i know he’s in there.”

you sit up and kiss rafe, probably the last time you’ll be able to before he’s kicked out, and head to unlock the door. “he’s helping me study, dad!” you say, not even letting him lecture you. “and i was doing really bad before he got here so please don’t be mad!”

“mr. y/l/n, can i talk to you in the hallway?” rafe asks, and you can tell that your dad is taken aback. he nods in agreement, probably partly in shock at the request, and probably part because your dad is often contracted out by ward cameron, so your dad can’t be that mean to his son.

you look at rafe in confusion as he walks out of your room. he presses a kiss to your forehead and then shuts the door behind him.

you pace your room for a minute before realizing they probably didn’t move too far away, and you press your ear against the wood of the door to just barely make out the conversation.

“you know how much i care about your daughter, mr. y/l/n. i only came here because i was concerned about her. she didn’t tell me she was struggling in school. i hope you believe me when i say that, because if i had any clue that she was going to fail an exam, i would have been the one locking her in her room to study.” rafe says.

“i figured you were the one encouraging her not to.” your dad admits.

“i would never. i can understand now looking back why you would think that though. i love her, sir. i want the best for her, i want her to graduate. i am incredibly serious about our future together and would do everything for my future wife.”

you pull your ear away from the door, covering up your gasp with your hand. future wife. rafe never referred to you as that before. sure, you talked about a future together after you graduated, but nothing like that. you go to sit on your bed, no longer feeling good about listening to the conversation as it feels too personal, even if it is all about you.

it’s only another minute or so before your door opens, and rafe steps inside, shutting it gently behind him as you sit there and wait for him to say something.

“you’re not in trouble anymore.” rafe says, coming over and stroking a hand over your hair, “as long as you pass your exam tomorrow. i’ll drive you that way you can study your flashcards on the way there.” “thank you rafe.” you say, accepting his kiss when he leans down to press one against your lips. “i heard a little bit of your conversation.” you feel weird keeping it a secret.

“oh, yeah?” rafe smirks, “did you hear the part about how i want to marry you one day?”

you nod, a blush coming to your cheeks.

rafe leans down again so you’re face to face, “then you know how serious i am about us, about you. no more keeping your struggles from me. we are in this together.”

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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ughhhhh i need more platonic kiribaku for my inner child can i request them with a kid who feels pressured to be perfect, maybe with grades because they’re both pro heros? maybe a teen reader

♡ Pressure ♡

(A/N: I was exactly that way too when I was younger lol!! They comfort my inner child too, I honestly don’t even know if they’d send you to school, they’re so protective over you 😭😭 I love platonic family)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, Kiribaku, parents kiribaku, intense pressure for good grades, crying, a lot of comfort 💘

Summary: You feel pressured to have good grades all the time for your fathers (Platonic!Yan!Bakugou x GN!Teen!reader x Platonic!Yan!Kirishima)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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“I’m home!” you call out, trying to keep your voice calm. “Hi baby, welcome home! How was your day? Did anything happen today?” Your papa, Eijiro calls out. They had a system where one would stay at home and one would be at work. Despite being a teenager, they still saw you as their little baby. They still needed to look after you.

“It was fine” you say blankly, setting your shoes next to the door. Eijiro’ s face immediately drops, your voice wasn’t normal. You sounded sad. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” He asks, reaching out to grab your arm so you can’t run away from him and avoid the confrontation.

You avoid it, pulling your arm away, beginning to go to your room. “I already said, I’m fine” you say, trying to keep your head down to hide the tears welling up in your eyes. You knew that your dads would love you no matter what. You knew that they would support you no matter what. Even when you did something wrong, they defended you, even if you were in the wrong. You were their perfect little baby angel.

However that didn’t mean that other people gave you that same sympathy. You were the child of two pro-heroes, everyone expected a lot of you. Your teachers and other students knew you as the adopted child of Dynamight and Red Riot. You needed to be good enough to be their child. You needed to excel in everything academic, anything other than perfection was unacceptable.

You scroll mindlessly on your phone, trying to ignore what had happened earlier. You knew you didn’t really understand the topic of the test but you still tried, you studied for hours. But when you got your test back today, your heart dropped to your stomach. You had gotten a seventy eight on your test. And you couldn’t handle it. Everyone else did so much better than you. How could you be so stupid!?

You lose track of the time while on your phone, not noticing how your fathers had been standing outside your room, whispering about what to do. “Y/n, dinners done. Come out” Katsuki says from outside your door. He silently curses himself for how rude the words come out. But you’ve been raised by him so you understand what he means and that he sounds worried.

“I’m not hungry” you say calmly, trying not to show how you really feel. “You still need to eat” Eijiro says, knocking on your door to ask for you to let them in. “Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?” He asks again, knowing now nervous that maybe you’re sick.

“I already told you, I’m fine” you say, almost in an angry tone. You’re trying to assert yourself, show that you’re fine. But you knew they would pry it out of you and what if they were just as disappointed in you as you are. “Y/n, you either come out and tell us what’s wrong or we go in there and we won’t leave until you tell us” Katsuki says sternly. He always was the one to be less soft on you.

They both back up from the door a little bit as you open it. You keep your head down slightly so they can’t see your puffy eyes. “What’s wrong?” Katsuki asks, watching your bottom lip wobble. You try to keep it under control but you can’t keep it up anymore, the exterior you’re trying to put on is crumbling.

“I’m sorry-” you hiccup, Eijiro immediately pulling you into a tight hug. You still cry in the same way you did when you were younger. They still look at you and see the toddler who would cling to them and cry because of a nightmare. “What’re you sorry for?” Katsuki asks, running his hand over your hair in a soothing way.

“I k-keep trying to study more to get better grades- but every time, I j-just end up failing” you cry, holding tightly onto your papa, pulling in Katsuki. “I’m sorry” you sob, Eijiro whispering that it doesn’t matter and that you did your best. Your fathers look at each other, both knowing they’re thinking the same thing.

Perhaps it’s time for homeschooling. You won’t be as stressed anymore and you won’t have the pressure from other students. You’ll be safer at home.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere bnha #platonic yandere #yandere family #platonic yandere kiribaku #yandere kirishima #yandere!kirishima #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere bakugou #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere!bakugou #yandere katsuki #yandere eijiro

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pooplyface1423 · 3 months

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"~The most radiant angel in all of Heaven~"(pt2)

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(Flashback)

As Lucifer and Lilith were about to be banished Sera said

"Does anybody object? speak now or hold piece"

Lucifer slightly turned to you he now what he did was wrong but he still had slight hope you'll say something at least a farewell.

When Sera noticed nobody raised there hand she was given the green light to banish Lucifer.

Then out of the corner of his eye he saw you seemingly lightheaded that beautiful smile fading until you passed out!? How? why? it was to late to say anything..

(End of flashback)

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"Seeing her beautiful smile, her kindness towards others everything , bout her is something i miss nothing can change what i did can it? would i ever be able to get her back? most importantly has she moved on?"

Anyway Lucifer was not only scared for charlie going into heaven and being rejected like he was all those millions of years ago but he was also scared of charlie accidentally meeting you.....

Reluctantly he agreed and he teleported back to his palace.

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Today is the day ,the day Charlie and vaggie go have a meeting with heaven in heaven.

After St.Peter and Emily sang welcome to heaven, Charlie and Vaggie where shown to there room to freshen up.Then Emily invited them to the zoo with two of her friends and Charlie agreed but Vaggie decided to stay behind.

"Hey Charlie!" "Hi" "wheres Vaggie?" "Well she said she wanted to stay back"

"Oh.. Well that's fine! Come on let me introduce you to my friends Faith and Hope there twins" Says Emily so excited to show Charlie around

"Okay were here ........ were could they be.. Oh there they are!.. Faith ,Hope i want to introduce you guys to Charlie!"

"Hi I'm Faith but you can call me Faye" says Faith

"And that's Hope You can just call him Hope! Hes a little shy" Says Faith after seeing Hope get extremely nervous.

"Well lets get going i wanna show you every single animal!"

As the three girls went in front of him hope took it as a chance to text you and when you didn't answer he excused himself to the bathroom called you.

"Mom" "Yes dear?" "Um i got a quick question...BUT promise not to get scared angry or anything bad okay?" "Okay? if you got hurt just come over here and were's Faye?" "Um well Faye is with Emily and um-.......the princess of hell"

There was a long pause until...

"The what? hunny i can't hear you, You'll have to speak louder"

"The princess of hell"

"Who?"

"Well her name is Charlie Morningstar and i got a question about her"

"Um- well I- I don't know her but um what is the question you have dear?"

"So to put it straight she looks like me?" "How so dear?" "you know by the little red circles on my cheeks? so um just wanted to know about dad since i never knew much about him is he alive? are me and faye related to charlie?"

".........I- I don't know.........But your little head shouldn't worry bout it don't mention that at Lunch okay? I'll give you more answers soon okay?"

"okay mom...Bye"

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Hello again! finally finished after high demand lol. Hope ya'll like it.part 3 will hopefully be out later this week.

Tag-list: @yourmommylol04 (won't let me tag you) @lxkeee @vann13 (can't find acc) @adaizel

(to be added just comment)

#my post #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #x reader

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fictionalmenxyn · 1 year

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Hi I love your posts so much, makes me feels like I'm actually in the scene lol! If it's okay I would like to make a bit angst/comfort request where Y/N is basically the little sister of 141, they are always in a big bro mood (Price has dad mood) even tho they know Y/N is capable of protecting herself but just one time Y/N gets drunk without boys weren't around and she got abused (physically or verbal you choose), how would boys would react when they found out and what would they do to comfort Y/N?

( My thought? They would ask to borrow some nuclear weapons from Laswell just for a "small revenge" )

(Also really sorry this ends up being a long request ☹️ )

Don’t be sorry there is nothing to be sorry about! Of course I can do this for you! :D

Ghost

He started to worry as he knew what time you were coming home and your curfew was four hours ago

Once you arrived back he was sat in the break room

You stumbled past the break room but before you could get to your room he stopped you

He spoke “what time do you call this?”

You replied “uh sorry”

He did t notice the state you were in and your voice seemed worried and shaken so he turned the light on

Seeing your injured self he grown angry not towards you but whoever hurt you

He spoke “what happened?”

You replied “long story..”

He gently helped you towards his room and told you to sit down in his desk chair

He left the room for a moment and came back it some medical stuff

He started to clean your wounds and you told him the story of how you got jumped by these three men because you didn’t want to go home with them and they were quite drunk so they didn’t like the answer no

He became furious but hid it from you as he wanted you to know that your safe

You were nice and clean so he handed you a shirt and he grabbed a pair of spare pair of shorts you left from a sleepover because you got scared of the thunder

You got dressed while he setter up the bed

He laid there till you were finished and told you to climb in

He told you “your safe now, I’ve got you”

You felt comfortable and safe now Ghost was there

The next day he went to Price and told him everything and they both searched for the people you had described the night before

After they searched for a bit but as soon as he was finished he stayed by your side the whole week

He would always be the older brother as they all were but he was definitely the over protective, kill any man that looks or talks to you the wrong way

When he’s with you for that week he’d do stuff you’d enjoy to make you happy and he’d watch tv or movies with you

Soap

When you were out he stayed in either his room or the break room

When it was getting dark and the time almost came for you to start heading back to base/home he started to get a little on edge

But he went to his room and stayed up till you were home so he knows your safe

It was past the time you said you were coming back so he started to panic

Once he heard the door to your room open since you two had rooms next to each other he jumped off his bed and went over to you

Seeing the door close he walked over and knocked

Once you opened the door he noticed you didn’t look like you had enjoyed your night and your body language wasn’t the same as usual

So he asked what was wrong so you pulled him into your room so I’m I one would wake up

You had told him that some girls kept verbally abusing you because they saw you talking to some men who were actually from base but they didn’t know that

He felt angry, he tried his best to hide it but no and again he’d mutter a curse word or two under his breath

He decided to stay in your room for the night so you felt safe and comfortable

When you woke up you didn’t see him so you thought he’d left during the night so you could have more room

But when you went into the break room you saw he had made you your favourite breakfast with one of your favourite drinks

You smiled and that made him smile knowing you were happier than last night

Gaz

He would text you every so often to see if you were ok and if you wanted to be picked up yet since it was late

You texted him the time you are coming home in about two hours

But two hours turned to three and a half

He started to worry but just to ease his mind he’d thought ‘she’d probably struggling to get a taxi’ or ‘she’s just probably had to walk so she wont be too long’ but he was still on edge

Once you came home he was sat on the sofa watching tv

Once he turned to look at you and give the ‘why are you late’ look he noticed you were out of breath and something liquid like fell on the floor so he rushed over thinking it was sick/vomit

When he turned the light on since he used the tv as light he noticed it wasn’t sick but it was blood

He started panicking but you told him you were fine and he obviously gave the ‘you being serious’ look followed with “what happened?”

You explained to him while he helped you to your room

He left the room like Ghost to grab some things such as medical supplies and some clothes

He said “right in the bathroom, y/n/n”

You went into the bathroom and he helped you wash your sore and bloodied body in a warm bath

After that it was visible where each cut and gash was so he tended to each wound

Once that was over he gave you one of his shirts and shorts and left the bathroom to give you some privacy

Then once you were finished you went into your room and saw he had made your bed and grabbed some snacks and he was laying there

He pulled out his phone and put on your favourite movie to calm you down

He would tell you how your going to be ok and how your safe

When you woke up you were about to leave the bed but he held onto you thinking you were falling out of the bed

After a while you both ended up on the sofa and binge watched movies for the day and night as Gaz told Price what happened. So Price ordered Gaz to say by your side and you two to have the day off

Price

He obviously like a dad sat in a chair until you were home

He was concerned since every so often he’d look at his watch and you were not home even thought you had told him you’d be home two hours ago

Once you were back at base/home he’d ask “where have you been?” Or “you alright? how come you are late?”

You were white and ignored his answer so he knew something was up

So he asked and you told him how some men where making you feel uncomfortable and kept verbally abusing you since they were drunk

He was annoyed that men can be so rude and disrespectful to women especially if they are out with friends

So he offered to make some tea to have a chat over and so you can tell him what exactly happened and most likely what they looked like so he would most likely look up the person and get himself and Ghost on a little trip to find these people and have a ‘chat’

He’d offer to put up a small transportable bed in his room (as a captain I’d believe his room is bigger?) if you say yes he’d do it for you but if not he’d make sure your comfy in your bed and bring you a water and maybe some medicine if you have a bad headache tomorrow morning

The next day he’d make you another tea or coffee and he’d sit with you and check up on you and then will probably show you the men’s profile to see if they were the right people

He’d have advice from Laswell. Of how to make you feel comfortable and what to do in these situation

hope you enjoy this!

Have a good day/night! :D

#task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #cod x reader #cod mw2 #platonic task force 141 x y/n #cod headcanons #cod modern warfare #brotherly bonding #father figure #task force 141 brotherly figures #price as a father figure

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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Because I'm in the pain fandom lol I rewatched Ted Lasso 2x08 but only the locker room post Man City loss scene and now I've got Jamie Tartt feels again so I'm gonna just feels dump for a moment.

When Jamie hit his dad and James Sr. stood up angry getting ready to punch him back, Jamie looked so fucking terrified! That look on his face just said "oh shit oh no he's coming he's angry I made him angry I fucked up I fucked up".

But Beard comes in and drags him away in time and now everyone including Jamie is too stunned to move in the aftermath a d the silence lingers and no one moves!

AND THEN THE HUG! THE HUG!

I have a lot of feels a out this hug but right now I'm focusing on one aspect of it. It's the sounds of Jamie legitimately crying into Roy's neck that is currently breaking me. You can hear him sniffling and gasping but it's the kind you make when you're trying to not full on sob but you can help but make some sounds and cry. Your breath hitches in your chest and your nose starts to run and the sobs start falling out of you but your trying so hard to not completely breakdown.

And this is happening in Roy's arms surrounded by the whole of AFC Richmond with whom he's still working on bonding with and they all just saw him being abused verbally emotionally and physically by his dad and it's clear that this isn't the first time and now they all know.

I desperately want to know what happened after this. Especially with Beard full on leaving and Ted needing to go back after having left to call Dr. Sharon. I want to know how long Jamie cried into Roy's neck. What was it like when he finished? How did the team react? What did Ted do when he returned to the locker room? Was everyone already on the bus when he got back? WHAT WAS THE BUS RIDE HOME LIKE?! What happened to Jamie in the aftermath!?

And another thought but this season they're going to go back and play Manchester again and this is in the trailer (Jamie looking stressed as he walks onto the pitch and all of the Man City fans are clearly booing him in the backgroudn) and I HAVE FEELINGS!

What Jamie must be feeling having to go back after what happened last time. And the treatment he's recieving from the fans is horrible but is Sr. there!? Jamie worrying about his dad showing up? Protective team maybe? Like I wanna see the team people protective of him and being like "he won't get near you" and I want to see Jamie go absolute beast mode on Man City and Richmond win. I want this to end on a high note for him (with some angst beforehand please)

And that ends my current Jamie Tartt feelings dumb. I'm sure I'll have more.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #jamie tartt #abuse tw #2x08 #mod post #ace rambles about her favs

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pinkrelish · 6 months

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I know many people though the romantic relationship aspect in FOI was unnecessary, and whilst I partially agree with that, I also kinda liked it because it was some of the only time in the book we got to see Eddie happy.

As you said this actually a pretty sad book and Eddie spends most if his time in it anxious or angry, so seeing any happy moments weaved in there made me happy too.

so, i'm gonna use this as a jumping point to talk about my take on the paige plot line. this is just my interpretation, and if you read the book differently, then that's your take. our views are shaped by our individual life experiences, and those factors influence the lens which we digest media in the context that it is given. if you don't agree, then that's your experience.

that is to say—

i felt bad for paige for most of it. eddie kinda sucks lol.

i hesitate to even call it romance because that has a certain connotation, and as someone who almost exclusively reads and writes romance, very little about their relationship comes across as romantic to me.

to build context, at the beginning of the book schneiderhan makes a nod* at a popular fanfic trope: girls using eddie because they want to know what it's like to 'get with the freak'. he says he doesn't mind this because "he's not looking to be anyone's boyfriend anyway," and this self-reflection rung true to me.

eddie's initial attraction to paige stems from 1) her being pretty, 2) she treats him like a person and not a "munson," and importantly, 3) she could get him infront of an important record producer.

in his monologues where he's visualizing his future and what he's looking forward to: being a rock hero, hellfire, getting money from his dad's scheme, california... he never names her. in fact, there's several opportunities for him to think about her, but he doesn't. she's a vehicle for two of those dreams, yet he forgets her. i'm a big romantic softy, so there were two times in particular it felt deliberate he didn't mention her when he thought about what he was excited for in the future, and it kind of stung ngl. he describes how happiness washes over him from the way she looks at him, and when they're together (in a sexual context) he remarks in his head about how he wants it to last forever, but it's like once she's off the page, she's gone.

at one point he runs inner commentary about how he never saw a future for himself where he'd do the whole meeting-someone's-parents thing, so he defaults to what he sees in romance movies. he opens the van door for paige and helps her inside. he gets flowers and expensive chocolates for her mom when he's invited over for dinner. but he rarely like... talks to paige about anything that's not related to the record deal, or what she's doing in town lmao. we as an audience barely learn anything about her. and maybe that's because it's the plot line in the book the least, or because the book itself is short, but *shrug*.

they clearly both like each other, that much is clear. he gets nervous around her, it's sweet. but it was equally clear from my interpretation that she likes him more than he likes her, and while they're both using each other (him for the record deal, her to move up in her industry's hierarchy by proving to her boss that she can provide him with a rockstar in the making), their relationship is very shallow and just sex, especially on his part. "not looking to be anybody's boyfriend."

i don't know if all that sums into it being unnecessary because i personally appreciate and pour over any context we're given in how he would treat potential romantic partners, but it did make me feel bad for paige since by the final reveal at the end of the book, it comes across like she invested more into the "relationship" than he did, and his last interaction with her probably felt extra shitty, even if both of them hesitated referring to each other as anything more than a friend or future roommate.

if anyone's not reading the book because they don't want to read about eddie falling in love with another girl, don't worry, it's not that deep for either of them lmao.

/* i don't know if the nod is intentional, but i've also used popular fandom tropes ("reader comes to eddie wanting weed, but is out of money and pays for it with sex") in my own work and thought it was a neat inclusion.

#flight of icarus #flight of icarus spoilers #eddie munson

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cafeinthemoon · 7 months

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Ruins - Part XVIII

Chapter 18/?

Wordcount 2,3k

Title Part XVIII

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17

Symbols ⭕ . ➕. 💛

Warnings: none

Tagging @holdyourwine @lilacshouko @shirayuki-ayumi (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So... its been a while lol First, let me tell you that this time I've spent without posting on social media was important, because I was really tired. I was stressed from work, I started college and was worried about all of this, so I barely had the time or the energy to sit in front of the notebook and write something, or even edit my drafts. I was feeling saturated from it, and sensed that if I continued to do it, the results, that is, the next chapters of my ffs, would be trash. I hope you understand this time.

This chapter is like a transition, and that's why it's short compared to others. The next one we will finally have the process of marriage and the rest, which I've been wanting to work on for too long! Now I'm really excited for that! So have this brief update and I see you in the next one :)

You didn’t wait until they approached your spot, neither you said anything to express your surprise: once you laid your eyes on them, you let go of Hades’ hand and, without waiting to see if he was going to follow you, you started running toward the group. There was no mistake: there you had your parents, your sisters and your niece, all of them marveled by the vision of the Gardens and cheered up by the fact that you were the first person they met once they crossed the Gates.

Your happiness deepened when you reached them at last: they were all well dressed and had refreshed expressions, indicating that, as much as your own travel to those lands, theirs was far from tiring despite the distance between Valhalla and Midgard.

As a little child who were left in a neighbor’s house for an entire day, once you saw your mother, you passed straight by a surprised Hermes and threw yourself in her arms. All the thoughts, anxieties and expectations you carried that morning came back at once, and you just started to cry.

– Mom – you mumbled – Is that really you, mom?

Though she responded to your gesture with equal emotion, even she was surprised with all those tears.

– My baby! – she laughed – You’ve missed us this much?

– You have no idea – you whispered back, now looking into her eyes.

Your father, who was watching everything with diversion, approached you two, and you opened your arms to hug him too.

– Y/n-chan, is it just me or are you a bit taller since the last time we’ve saw you? – he joked, putting his hand upon your head – What have they been feeding you?

You laughed until you were breathless: not only you’ve long passed the period of growth, but you were also the shortest among your sisters for most of your lives, and that has been a matter of interest for your father since you were, in fact, little. You used to get angry with this in the beginning, but later you’ve learned to send the provocation back to him, just like you did that time.

– Well, maybe you’ve became shorter, dad. It’s just a matter of perspective!

Everyone laughed, and you finally turned to your sisters.

Luna, who, just like you, shared physical resemblance with your mother, was dressed in blue and had her hair tied in a single, long braid; Helena, who was more like your father, had a pair of big eyes glowing with all the things she was seeing, and a curly hair left untied, spreading around her shoulders, where she had a rosy shawl to protect her against the evening’s breeze. Though she was way younger than you, she has passed you in height, and everything indicated that she would keep growing.

Luna was the one holding Ellie, your niece, and the baby let out a sequence of little screams when you arrived, eager to get your attention. She started laughing when you took her in your arms and the girls came to hug you.

– How are you doing, girls? – you asked between the hugs – You’ve never looked so beautiful!

– The same could be said about you – it was Helena’s calm response.

You laughed.

– They have really good cosmetics around here!

– I’m willing to try them, then! – Luna commented, enthusiastic.

Still holding the baby, you finally turned to Hermes.

– Thank you so much for bringing them here, Hermes-sama. It’s the best gift you’ve ever gave to me.

The gods’ messenger, always in his composed manners, nodded.

– I was just doing my job, y/n-san.

Ellie was the first to see when Hades approached, pointing at him with a curious expression. You turned and immediately felt the heat coming up to your cheeks: you’ve got so excited when you saw your relatives that you just left him behind, and only then you realized that this wasn’t the most appropriate thing to do, for despite being his bride and having built a strong, intimate bond with him, you were still human and he was a god, and that could be seen as offensive for anyone who would hear of this.

With this in mind, you stepped ahead and were going to apologize for your behavior, but you had no chance, for you were no longer the focus of the group: while Luna and Helena stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and fear, your parents, immediately understanding they had another divine being before them, bowed their heads in respect.

You soon took the responsibility of doing the presentations.

– So… This is Hades-sama, from Greece – you spoke in a low, shy manner – He’s the King of the Underworld and, as Hermes-sama might have informed you, my future husband.

Hades, now by your side, smiled with sympathy.

– It’s a beautiful family you have, y/n – and, approaching your parents and putting one hand on each one’s shoulders, – You are the family of my future wife. You bow to no one.

Their faces brightened up at those words, said in a soft, comforting tone, and you felt a sort of pride with the scene: if there was any chance of your family not accepting your relationship or not trusting him – after all, that marriage meant taking you away from them and to Hellheim – it disappeared the moment they were treated with genuine respect. You mother, in particular, was satisfied with what she was seeing, which you noticed in the clear message you’ve caught in her eyes: being the responsible for three girls who would soon start their own lives out of her guardianship, it was only natural that the kind of people with whom they’d chose to live was among her biggest worries, and, whatever she was expecting in this sense, to see one of her girls becoming a god’s wife was beyond her imagination; but, if you were happy with this, she wouldn’t ask for more.

Hades greeted your sisters with manners that reminded you of the old gentlemen you used to see in important events at your city, nodding and making brief comments about their beauty. You and the girls always made fun of this, because the old – and, many times, uninteresting – men were the only ones who would behave like this, but having that polite, handsome man making use of those manners without the affectation typical of those other ones convinced them of the honesty of his words, and that left them ecstatic.

Finally, he turned to you and to your niece, who has been observing him with attentive eyes since he arrived and had no problems in being picked up by him, laughing and stretching her little arms to the stranger who received those gestures with diversion.

– And this is my niece, Ellie – you introduced the baby while passing her to his hands; and, with a playful smile, – I guess she likes you!

– Me or my earring? – he asked in return, laughing as he tried to keep the girl’s hand away from his ear; and, to her, – Your curiosity surpasses my expectations, little one!

Though Ellie clearly didn’t understand what curiosity or expectations meant, she seemed to enjoy being held by Hades more than by yourself, because, after playing with her for a moment, she refused to return to you when you tried to pick her back, provoking everyone’s laughter.

And, as expected, your mother was the first to verbalize her opinion on this.

– You have a way with small children, my Lord! That’s surprising, to say the least!

Hades turned to her with a sort of prideful, nostalgic smile.

– I am the eldest of four brothers – he let Ellie hold his index finger – I still remember when each of them were just like Ellie-chan.

Hermes, who was observing everything in silence, was the first to reply that time.

– Let’s pray that this conversation never reaches Poseidon-sama’s ears, uncle.

– I agree with you, Hermes-sama – you, the only human there who met Poseidon, completed with a clever smile.

***

Hermes led your family to rooms on the wing of the apprentices on the human lodge, so that you would stay close to them for the entire period of their stay. It was established that, while your parents would have one room for themselves, your sisters and the baby would stay in a contiguous one, both located on the floor under your own room; to access them, you’d only need to walk down the stairs and cross a corridor for a few meters.

Just like the apprentices, they were all allowed to visit the Gardens and take their meals at the common room, and they enjoyed each opportunity in that sense. Well, actually, your parents decided to turn their stay at the blessed lands into a second honeymoon, something that was first pointed out by Helena and confirmed by you and Luna when you saw them walking with their hands entwined in the Gardens in the next morning of their arrival; your sisters, on their turn, had no difficulties in making friends with the other girls, particularly with Heracles’ disciples, so that later he came to express his contentment in knowing this, stating that you were lucky to have such excellent siblings.

***

Those days spent in the company of your beloved ones were the happiest since your arrival at the divine lands: having your relatives and the man you loved in the same place, and seeing them getting along, was more than your could ask for, even when you knew it wouldn’t last forever.

About this, you already have established your opinion, which was discussed later.

You were taking care of your flowers at the Green House. Your garden, by the way, was growing larger, and that only added to your contentment.

That afternoon, you were upon a small staircase, watering the flowers above your table, when you heard the door opening; you recognized the visitor’s steps and smiled.

– You’re late – you warned him as you walked down the stairs and put the watering can on the floor, beside the table, then crossed your arms to pretend irritation – We were supposed to to take a walk at the Gardens… but this was half an hour ago.

Hades, who was in fact the visitor, walked around the table and stopped by your side, surrounding you with his arms.

– Will you forgive me for this small crime, little one, if I reveal my reasons to you?

You shrugged.

– You can try.

As you imagined, he was with your parents.

– We’ve spent a wonderful time together – he explained – During which interesting conversations happened.

Your face heated up with that.

– Well, if these conversations didn’t include my parents narrating embarrassing episodes of my childhood that I intended to keep out of your knowledge, it’s okay for me.

This caused laughter from your partner, who replied that he then preferred to stay silent about the topics of the said conversations.

***

You had your arms leaning on the wood guardrail as your eyes followed the stream passing under the bridge. The murmur of the water, as sweet as the first time you heard it, was now like the music from a dream, from a memory you’ve long lost and then happily retrieved: yes, you were revisiting the places of the garden where you met for the second time, and now you were in the middle of that bridge where you had your first conversation about your dreams. Those events happened months ago, but to you it hasn’t been more than a few days, and the emotions you’ve experienced that day were vivid inside you.

Apparently, Hades had similar feelings towards it, and he showed it to you: you felt his fingers brushing your hair, then his hands bringing you closer, for a hug.

– Your mood seems lighter now that you have your family here, my y/n – he kissed the top of your head – The time you’ve spent with Heracles was really worth it.

– Indeed, it was – you murmured, passing your arms around his waist – Honestly, I feel even better now that they’re here. If I was scared by all the reasons I’ve told you before, now I know that it was silly of me to be afraid. There’s only room for happiness in my heart these days. Heracles-sama taught me to value the time I have with them instead of concentrating in the future days, in a time when they won’t be with me. And this is what I’m trying to do right now.

– A wise choice – Hades commented – And, judging by what I’ve learned from your parents, they must have the same view on this question. Have you already talked to them about it?

You sighed and moved away from his hug.

– Not yet. I know I have to do this, and they’re probably waiting for something of this type, but I’m still nervous about taking the first step.

– Well, if this helps, you can try to find a chance to bring out the subject during an informal moment. You know, sitting around a table and discuss things like a meeting between monarchs is quite stressful.

You turned to him with a frown.

– This is something stressful for you? – and, with a giggle, – You never told me that!

His lips stretched in a smirk in response.

– There are a few things I still haven’t told you, my girl. For example… – you felt his hand surrounding your waist and bring you back to him – I was sent straight to our future when I saw you holding your niece in your arms. You created such a beautiful scene together.

Your cheeks heated up.

– Our future? Are you talking about…? – you gasped – Hades, we will have a long time to think about this, don’t you think?

The god approached his lips from your ear, as if his next words shouldn’t be heard by anyone but you.

– I do. But there’s nothing wrong in speaking about this right now.

#shuumatsu no valkyrie hades #snv x reader #ror x reader #ror hades x reader #snv hades x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Hiya there erin, i was wondering if you could sprinkle some angst and more tension in the single mom universe where little ones bio father comes back on the scene and suddenly wants to be involved, like this puts steves back up a little cause by damn she is his weather he is related biologically or not . Snd single mom is in a bit of a sticky situation because she wants to give a chance to little ones bio father but dosent want to hurt steve - some worried and insecure steve potentially? ❤️❤️ love anon

Man, you anons sure think alike! I have two other similar requests where baby daddy returns, so I’ll be combining them as they all will make a good combo, I think. I’ll be combining yours and these two (hopefully that’s alright!):

This will also take place within the first year of reader and Steve’s relationship making baby roughly a year to 18 months, just for story purposes. Thus, I introduce you to the deadbeat dad named Trent (no offense to anyone named that, just thought it sounded like a douchebag-y enough name lol)

The Return of The Baby Daddy

Steve Harrington x Reader

(This is a full length fic that takes place in the Dad!Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader universe)

Your head was pounding, a dull pain settling between your eyes. But nothing was as annoying as the living, breathing headache you were dealing with now.

Or the situation you were in.

Standing in front of you were two men, your past and present currently colliding in a situation you’d hoped never to happen.

Your ex-boyfriend and speed donor—or biological dad, if you wanted to get technical—stood and glowered at your current boyfriend, Steve Harrington. He glared right back at him.

The amount of male ego being flaunted in just the withering glares right now was permeating the room. You could feel how territorial Steve was of you, not that you blamed him, he had every right to. But, if he were a dog, you were sure he’d be peeing on you right about now, claiming his territory.

“What do you want, Trent?” you sighed, already exhausted with this conversation.

“I want to see my child,” he sneered, looking at you like you had the audacity to ask why he was here.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve stiffen.

“Oh that’s rich,” he snorted.

“I hate to inform you, but you’re a little late for the birth. Like nearly eighteen months late,” you said sternly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Thankfully, your baby was taking a nap and you had no intention of letting him see her. He didn’t deserve the right to.

“Look, I know I screwed up. But I have rights to my child you know,” he argued.

“You didn’t even stay around long enough to earn any rights! Do you even know if you have a son or daughter?” you asked.

“I know, I know,” he said emphatically, “But I’ve had a change of heart, I want to be involved in his or her life.”

“I think you threw that privilege away the moment you left her, pregnant and scared,” Steve said.

You’d never seen your kind, caring boyfriend look so angry. Or so mean.

Trent glanced over at Steve, almost dismissively which you knew did nothing but fuel Steve’s anger further.

“Who’s the pretty boy?”

“Steve,” you emphasized his name for good measure, “Is my boyfriend.”

Trent’s eyes did a once over of Steve, clearly amused.

“I’m shocked, Y/N. He doesn’t really seem to be your type.”

“Yeah, it is shocking. Because he isn’t an asshole like you were and he actually knows how to treat me and my child well,” you defended.

Trent had no right to attack Steve like that and you refused to let him get away with that.

“I’m the kid’s father!” he protested.

“Some father,” Steve huffed.

“You got a problem, man?” Trent asked, glaring even harder at Steve.

“Yeah, I do. You don’t get to waltz back in here over a year after your child was born and think you have rights when you left the mother of your child the second things got tough. She was barely a few months pregnant and she had to do it all by herself. Give birth, have a newborn. It took her a long time to accept help, even from me because she’s a damn better parent than you’ll ever be,” Steve ranted.

Trent’s mouth tightened, clearly trying to reign in the anger he felt then turned to look at you.

“Can we talk in private please?”

“No. Hell no. Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of me,” Steve said, arms crossed.

“Steve stays,” you said, “He has every right to hear what you have to say. He’s as much as a parent as I am to your daughter.”

“You had a girl?” Trent asked.

You could’ve laughed. He was so out of touch with the entire situation it was actually comical.

“Yes, Trent. You have a daughter, even though I would say that extremely loosely. She’s almost 18 months old, can walk and talk. She’s the light of my life and thankfully looks nothing like you. She would have no idea who you were if she met you right this moment. You’d just be another stranger.”

His hands tightened into fists.

“What, you playing family with this guy then? Thinking that my kid is his and you all just live happily ever after?”

“Steve has been a better father to her than you ever have been and ever will be.”

You refused to back down. You knew you couldn’t count on Trent.

“What, she calls you daddy?” Trent asked, getting a bit too close to Steve for your liking.

“No, she doesn’t. But I love her like she’s my own. I wish she was my own,” Steve practically hissed the last sentence, “Cause I know damn well I’d treat her better than you ever could. I know I sure as hell treat Y/N better.”

Trent was in Steve’s face now.

“I am not letting some pretty boy douchebag raise my child. Or call him daddy.”

Steve put a hand on his chest, trying to stop him from further advancing.

“You need to back off.”

“Why should I?”

“I think you should leave,” Steve said firmly.

That was when he threw the first punch. No, not Steve. Trent punched the fuck out of Steve.

You shrieked, not being able to process what was happening.

He staggered back, righting himself before he could fall to the floor. He lunged for Trent, getting in a hit of his own. It was turning into a full on brawl in the middle of your living room.

“Steve, stop! Steve, please,” you begged, trying to pull him away.

They ignored you and you were sent crashing to the floor, falling on your behind by an arm that was shot out. You had no idea if it was Steve’s or Trent’s.

That was when you realized Trent was absolutely pummeling Steve and he was slumped against the wall, hardly fighting back at all. He had a black eye, bloodied nose and split lip.

“Trent! Stop it! You’re hurting him!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs, terrified for Steve. Miraculously, you managed to pull the other man off him.

Everything else afterwards was a blur of emotions, mainly concern for Steve, worry for your daughter who had woken up from all the screaming, screaming crying herself and absolute anger.

Although at the moment, you had no idea which man you were more angry with.

•

Steve woke with a groan. Every fiber of his being hurt. It felt like a safe had fallen on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw he was laying on the couch, head in your lap and you were holding an ice pack to his face. The asshole from earlier was nowhere to be seen.

“You’re an idiot,” was the first thing you said to him.

“What happened?” he groaned, trying to sit up.

You helped him into a sitting position, handing him the ice pack to hold on his own.

“Trent beat the shit out of you. Why didn’t you just walk away? What if the baby had seen you like that? She’d been terrified!”

“I’m sorry,” he winced, the pain he felt coming in sharp bursts, “But I wasn’t going to let him stand there, all high and mighty, thinking he has a right to storm in here and make demands. Especially after the awful way he treated you. We both know I’m her father in all the ways that matter.”

Your silence seems disconcerting to him.

“What? You’re not telling me something, I can tell by the look on your face,” he said.

“Trent and I talked when you were knocked out. He wants to make an effort to get to know her and be a part of her life.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“Steve,” you sighed, much too tired now to deal with an argument with him as well.

“No, don’t “Steve” me. He hasn’t been around a day in her life. He decided being a father wasn’t going to mess up his life and left you when you were three months pregnant. He missed her first kicks, watching her grow inside of you, her birth, her crawling, her first words, her walking! Her fucking first birthday.”

Steve ticked off each one on his fingers, angrily. He was absolutely furious and you knew he had every right to be, but you knew this was something you had to do, you owed it to your daughter.

“I know, I know,” you said.

“Then why are you letting him back in with just a slap on the wrist? He does not deserve to know what a joy that little girl is.”

“Because I owe it to her. What if I were to say no and it’s a huge mistake that I end up regretting in my life? Or she ends up hating me for because I never gave him the chance to know her. I owe it to him if he truly wants to get to know his child.”

“You owe him nothing!” he shouted, jumping to his feet.

“Shh! I just got her back to sleep,” you warned, peeking down the hall towards the nursery.

He continued, although a notch quieter this time.

“He has done nothing to prove to you that he deserves to be a father to her.”

“Yeah, except make her,” you replied sarcastically, “He’s the one that got me pregnant Steve, not you.”

You both knew it was a true fact, something that hadn’t been a big deal before. Perhaps it was the heightened emotions and anger behind your words that stopped him cold. His jaw tensed, as tense as the rest of him was.

“Yeah, I know. She’s not mine. Thank you for reminding me,” his voiced was laced with anger and hurt.

“Steve, I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Whatever. Do what you want.”

He shook his head, heading down the hallway to your bathroom.

He slept on the couch that night while you slept in a cold, empty bed.

•

Things had been tense between you and Steve for the entire week. You’d planned a visit for Trent to come meet your daughter and you were getting her ready for the little play date.

“One of mommy’s friends is coming over to meet you today, isn’t that exciting?”

She ignored you, continuing to jabber in her baby talk, lost in her own world for the moment.

Steve had ignored you most of the week. You’d just moved in with him not long ago, but you felt like a ghost in the house. It almost felt like living with a stranger.

You’d had plenty of fights before, sure, but never one so badly that it went on so long. Maybe it was because it involved your daughter as well, this time.

What you didn’t know about was the turmoil of a storm that was wrecking havoc in Steve’s mind.

Steve was so mad at himself. He regretted what he’d said to you, how he’d ended things in that argument, that he’d walked away angry.

Even though he’d meant what he said about Trent, he should’ve been more supportive of you, not alienating you for just trying to do the right thing. What he didn’t want to admit was the deep feelings of jealousy and inadequacy he was feeling.

Not only did he feel threatened by Trent’s presence when it came to his relationship to your daughter, he felt threatened by him when it came to you. After all, you shared a child with him. That was something deep and intimate, a connection he didn’t have with you. That was a link to someone forever, even if they weren’t in the picture.

He knew he wasn’t your little girl’s true father, but how he wished he was. He adored her so much and he was afraid of losing her, losing you, to him.

He watched from the doorway quietly as you got her dressed for the planned play date you’d arranged with Trent when he’d been at the house last week.

Remorse stirred in his gut simultaneously as the love did in his heart. He loved you two so much and would do anything to protect you two. Apparently being an idiot was part of that.

He cleared his throat before speaking, the action drawing your attention.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

“Do you mind taking her to the living room and setting up some toys for her? Trent should be here soon.”

He nodded, taking her and walking to the living room. Not long later, you joined him.

He was on the floor playing with her as the minutes ticked by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Afternoon bled into evening, into night. Your little girl had played, had a nap, a snack, cuddles with Steve, dinner and now a bath and Trent had never showed.

It was only after you’d sent Steve off with her to read her a bedtime story when the phone rang.

You rolled your eyes, listening to the person on the other line and what they had to say.

Steve had just walked into the room, catching the tail end of your conversation. He’d been kind enough to not say a word about the absence of Trent, all day.

“Yeah, well do me a favor and tell him to fuck off. Oh and never to bother us again.”

You hung up the phone, maybe with a bit too much attitude as the receiver clanged into the phone rest.

“What was that about?” Steve asked, brows raised.

“That,” you sighed, “Was me being an idiot and you being right.”

He cocked his head, not following.

“That was a buddy of Trent’s. He met some girl and they’re currently on their way to Florida to take a cruise and swim with sharks or some shit. He told his buddy to let me know,” you shook your head, crossing your arms, sighing, “I should’ve known that he didn’t care about his kid. He never did. He just wanted to come around, pretend like he was the dad of the year and never show his face again. I told his friend to tell him not to bother us again. You were right, he doesn’t deserve to be in her life. Or mine. I don’t have time for childish shit like that.”

Steve pulled your arms apart, pulling you into his arms.

“I didn’t want to be right. In fact, I’m sorry. About everything. Him. Me fighting him. Getting into a fight with you. Walking away angry. Giving you the cold shoulder. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

He closed his eyes, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I never meant to hurt you,” you whispered into Steve’s chest.

“I have a confession to make,” he said, pulling back to look down into your face, “I was afraid I wasn’t a good enough father to her. Or boyfriend to you. I was afraid he’d take you both away from me.”

“That’s impossible. We love you and only you,” you chuckled, “You’re the best boyfriend and father to her, ever. Thank you for sticking up for us.”

He smiled, kissing you on the nose, then kissing you for real.

You whispered your next statement against his lips.

“You’re all we need, Steve.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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legoflowrs · 9 months

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flowers can you some Stan headcanons🤭🤭🤭

HEADCANNONS

Stan Marsh

AGED UP TO 18 PEEPS

cw: drinking, smoking, drugs, abuse, slight nsfw, addiction

a/n: hehe i hope u like this ruby!!! also this is for anon and @wonyoungies-world that also requested stan head cannons <3

also again same with kyle in the regular head cannons style are together but in the relationship ones he’s with reader!

- Ok I have like two versions of Stan in my head. football Stan and emo loser Stan. I love both versions a lot lmao.

- Stan has a shitty relationship with his Dad. He loathes him for moving him away from his friends to tegridy farms. His Dad was very absent in his life so Stan has always felt extremely neglected.

- He absolutely adores Sharon . He’s such a mummas boy. He goes to her for everything.

- Stan is THE bisexual queen lol!

- His closet is just oversized sports tees and baggy jeans.

- I think his family is catholic but he isn’t a religious person at all.

- He had a weird relationship with Shelly growing up but as teenagers Shelly took Stan under her wing because she saw how Randy’s neglect affected him.

- He’s absolutely petrified of turning into Randy.

- Bleaches his hair at 3am drunk one night with Kyle so he looks less like his Dad.

- Bro has been in LOVE with Kyle forever.

- Thinks he’s super slick with it (he’s not).

- Didn’t wanna ruin the friendship.

- They kissed once at a party but didn’t speak about it.

- After they moved to the farm he stopped smoking weed cause it made him angry.

- Has a mullet for a while because Kenny influenced him.

- Saved up his pocket money for a shitty electric guitar and it his pride and joy.

- Loves playing music it’s an escape for him.

- Like I said in the Kenny head cannons, Stan forms a band for the second half of high school.

- Some of his favourite memories are with the band.

- Doesn’t hate coffee but doesn’t love it. Wendy put him onto chai lattes.

- Has a really good friendship with Kenny.

- Really struggled with alcohol abuse throughout high school. I think he didn’t wanna admit he needed help it made him feel weak.

- Loves blueberry muffins.

- Spends heaps of time playing minecraft with Kyle and Kenny.

- My guy is greasy, starts looking after himself when he hits 16.

- If he played sports he plays football and ice hockey.

- He’s really good at both but it’s not where his passion is.

- Soooo fond of animals. I think he’d volunteer at the same shelter karen does.

- Did not get out of bed for days when Sparky died.

- Kyle surprised him with a puppy after about a year of dating.

- Deftones enjoyer 😭

- Really struggled with depression. Didn’t go on meds until Kyle literally begged him.

- His guilty pleasure is painting (HERE ME OUT ON THIS ONE).

- Sets up a little corner of his garage with an easel and spends a lot of time there.

- Always has headphones in.

- Went to rehab right before college.

- Really struggled to figure out what his direction in life should be.

- I think he went into veterinary work!! Switched to animal and plant conservation after he realised he couldn’t deal with putting pets down.

- Worked at the library for a while, he liked the peace and quiet.

- Started helping Heidi and Kyle with the community garden.

- Quarterback obviously lol.

- His favourite breakfast food is pancakes.

- Loves the ocean. Isn’t a great swimmer but Kenny taught him to surf.

- After working at the library he really got into reading books.

- Listens to brown noise to get to sleep.

- Still wears his ratty ass beanie everywhere.

- Hates summer, loves spring.

- The day him and Kyle started dating was one of the best days of his life.

- Him and Kyle share his wired headphones on long road trips 🥹

- Can’t do laundry to save his damn life.

- Gets in weird cleaning moods and power scrubs his house.

- Him and Kyle get an apartment together.

- Loves hearing Kyle play piano.

- Can’t eat vegetables without dip (same).

- Marjorine does his eyeliner before gigs.

- That boy can sleep just about anywhere.

Stan in a relationship

- So clingy like SO CLINGY.

- When he’s in a relationship he adores his significant other.

- Loves to lay his head on your chest while your fingers thread through his hair.

- Will make you put your feet on his and slow dances with you.

- Always touching you even if it’s lowkey, linking pinkies, bumping shoulders.

- Is so scared he’s not good enough for you, will require a lot of reassurance.

- When he goes through his depressive episodes he becomes very withdrawn. Will take him a while to open up.

- You will push his towards seeking professional help but he’ll only do it when he acknowledges he actually needs it.

- Always calls and texts you when he’s drunk.

- When y’all had sex for the first time he was a nervous wreck. So scared of doing something wrong and embarrassing himself.

- After a while he learnt what you like really well and knows how to make you feel good.

- Such a switch.

- Hear me out he’s such a thigh guy!

- His love language is quality time 100%

- Prefers nights in over going out! Y’all watch bad movies for shits and gigs.

- Supports whatever you do, number one cheerleader type beat.

- You’re at all of his gigs in the front row screaming your heart out. He always melts at the sight of it.

- You paint his nails black.

- He likes to braid your hair for fun.

- He sleeps over at yours a lot because being around his dad is hard.

- Struggles to sleep so y’all go on 3am drives for donuts.

- Long late night drives together!

- You guys swim in Starks Pond over the summer and ice skate there in winter.

- There’s no such thing as a quick kiss with stan, he always kisses you very passionately.

- He’s so tender with you when you guys are in bed and he wakes up first.

- Had made you so many playlists and sends you new music recommendations all the time.

- Wrote a song for your anniversary and sung it to you. You cried for hours.

- When he was struggling with his sense of direction in life you guys made a bucket list together.

- One of his bucket list items was to go to Europe so y’all did exactly that.

- You surprised him with a puppy one year after you moved in together. He cried.

- Sunday brunch is a weekly thing, he always gets pancakes.

- Y’all nap in the sun together in your hammock.

- He reads you his favourite books before bed 😭😭

- You will do drunk karaoke together.

- Matching bracelets!

- He likes to kiss your neck and shoulders while he stands behind you.

- Likes to peck your nose and see your face scrunch up.

- Calls you beautiful at least 50 times a day.

- Has a polaroid picture of you in his phone case.

- You wear his clothes and it turns him on LOL.

- Was terrified of marriage until he met you. It completely changed his perspective.

- Will propose to you on a walk you guys do in Lake Como. You both cry.

- I think Stan will try so hard to be the best version of himself around you and it makes your heart melt.

#legoflwrsrambles #south park x reader #south park headcannons #stan marsh #stanley marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stanley marsh x reader #stanley marsh headcannons #i love my boy

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half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk · 2 months

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Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 28 omg omg

mid season finale let's go batchersss 🤟

The Bad Batch 2x08

sleepy Wrecker 🤫🤲

Gonky and Echo watching Omega meditate 🥺

Omega asking Echo if he wants to try she was so innocently asking too 🥲

"I don't enjoy solitude" 💔😭

"hey boys" Rex my whole ass heart 🥰💕

lmao gives no details just is like ok meet me on coruscant like it's nbd 💀

how long has it been since they've been there ??

I'm assuming they've been there ?? idk ??

Rex introducing tbb like Cody did 🥲🤲 and Omega's little wave 💕

Echo keeping Omega back from the body, mom

the identifying number being wiped and Tech being the one to comment on not knowing that was a thing.... foreshadowing ? 👀

Echo stepping up immediately to speak in the senate 🥺

Hunter: "the senate won't listen to us, we're deserters" ... who Rampart said died in *his* attack, so the perfect people imo

"a simple data collection" right in the middle of imperial coruscant lololol ily Rex 💕

Chuchi and Omega team up 🥳🙌

they clearly don't think Chuchi is in that much danger bc they let Omega go with her ...

Omega with all her questions 🥺 she's learning everything she can

Omega's face seeing Rampart lmao meeee

he didn't even look at her 🙄

"there's nothing else she can do" HA idiot watch her go actually

Omega's run to look over the edge 🤲

"which one belongs to the clones?" heartbreaking 😫😭

I relate to Chuchi on a personal level, she cares sm about the clones 💕

Bail in dad mode keeping an eye on Omega hehe

Omega's confidence in tbb is so precious 🤲

Senator Burtoni lol blast from the past

the way she looks at Omega makes me uncomfy 👀

she gives zero fks about kamino girlll

"because I'm a clone too... it was my home .... and im angry" YES OMEGA SPEAKING UP FOR HERSELF TO A KAMINOAN I'M SO PROUD 🥳

Wrecker nearly getting zapped 👀

*mission impossible theme plays*

Wreckers saw !! bro I love it !!

Rex helping as many brothers as he can 🥺🤲

mans says he's helped "not enough" brothers... yeah but how many pls

"help's hard to come by these days..." Rex just ask him you know he'll go with you 🥲

"taking a lesson from your squad, we improvise" !!! tcw flashbacks lol I love when they have no plan 💕

knife knife knife 👀

"this is him better" Wrecker you've got this bby !!

lmao Tech controlling the cart from his datapad

Hunter's growl at Tech (again) 👀🤭

sneaky bois shhh 🤫

@anonymous-galager said Tech sounds like Crosshair in this scene hehe

regs: 'ayo someone activated the bridge' tbb + Rex: 'hey boys' they're so unserious while I'm hyperventilating 💀

the clones coming to stop tbb boys !! they're doing it for you !! 😫

Hunter: "new plan. 14, 5, 86" Wrecker: "all of them!?" I will never get tired of their plans 💕 (don't look at me plan 99 I'm not talking about you)

Rex: "we need an exit strategy" Echo: "got one, we're going over them" Rex: 😳 ??

Rex dodging blaster bolts 👌

"this should be interesting" Rex 🤝 Cody saying the same thing about tbb

Tech piloting the escape pod lmao he can literally fly anything

Rampart 🔫😈

lol he really thought he did something 💀

Omega's disguise wearing one of Chuchi's ponchos 🥰💕 Cal Kestis is coming for that poncho 👀

Rex giving Omega the data !! how much they all trust her 🥺

Rampart's whole speech full of rubbish 🙄

Omega catching her breath after running that whole way 🥺 you did good bby 💕

YES CHUCHI PLAY THAT EVIDENCE 🥳

Omega having to relive kamino being destroyed 😭💔

I PANICKED ITS PALPS 🙃

I hate that they twisted the whole thing so bad 😡😡😡

"I was following orders" well well well how the turn tables

the clones taking him away !!! it's like poetry, it rhymes 👌

Chuchi looked so defeated 😭😭😭

Omega hearing the introduction of stormtroopers ... I'm stuck in the foetal position forever 💔😫

Rex hating on palpatine hehe

"the fate of all the clones is now sealed because of us" AND THEY THINK ITS THEIR FAULT I HATE IT HERE 😫😭💔

"I will keep fighting for the clones" me too babes

I thought it was weird tbb just seemed to know Echo would go with Rex but it has taken me this long to realise they probably all discussed it while Omega was taking the data in 🙃😭

each of their lil moments with Echo 🥲

poor Omega probably blames Rex for Echo leaving 💔

"we're a squad" "we need you too" ...when I cry forever 😭

Omega literally jumping into his arms 🥺 and then wiping her tears away *screams into pillow*

the sad clone music I am in spain without the s

"keep an eye on them" ~ mom worrying about the kids

THE CROSSHAIR PARALELLS HELP-

and she's hugging Lula again 💔💔💔💔

I knew it'd be a bad idea to leave it all this close together I am gonna be an absolute wreck watching the s2 finale and going straight into s3 🙃

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leo-gold-hotchner · 1 year

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Riding life

Aaron Hotchner X G.N. Reader with Jack

Warning: well, it’s more like advice than a fic lol

Word: 1.1k

You huffed as you entered your home. The nerve of people! Your anger melted as soon as you saw Aaron and Jack eating dinner. It was the first family dinner after Jack went to uni. The teenager came home for the weekend to spend some quality family time with you and Aaron. And you couldn’t stay angry when Jack came home to spend time with you.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late,” you rushed to your husband’s side and lightly pecked on his check. “How was your first week, Jack?” You asked curiously.

But Jack only shrugged. “Okay, I guess,” he mumbled as he poked vegetables with his fork.

You and Aaron’s eyes met, and he shrugged. From the look on Aaron’s Jack must’ve been in that state since he arrived home.

“Did you eat?” Aaron asked, not removing his eyes from Jack.

“No. How could I? Jack’s here!” You replied and put down your bag, and went into the kitchen. You slightly tilted your head to Aaron to follow you.

“Jack, do you want more?” Aaron asked.

“No,” Jack replied shortly, still looking down at his plate as if it was the most interesting in the world.

Aaron raised his brows but silently followed you into the kitchen with his plate. He grabbed some green vegetables and mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“So?” You whispered.

Aaron took out a new plate from the cupboard. “I don’t know. He won’t tell me anything,” he whispered back. He cleared his throat. “How much do you want?”

You glanced at the dining room area and replied loudly. “A lot. I’m starving!”

You and Aaron shrugged at each other.

When the two of you entered the dining room, Jack was flicking his finger on his phone screen.

“How was your day?” Aaron asked.

“Well, I had to argue with an idiot.” Aaron raised his brow questioningly. “You do know graphology is a farce, don’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at your husband. As a profiler, you wondered if he still believed graphology was science.

“Of course I do. You drilled me that information,” Aaron chuckled but turned serious at your face. “No. Graphology is a pseudoscience.”

“Thank you,” you nodded. “Anyway, you know today I had to attend the court as an expert witness.” You briefly looked at Jack, who seemed to be listening to your story. “And this defendant’s lawyer was asking about graphology because I’m a document examiner.” You shoved mashed potato into your mouth in anger at the memory.

“I hope you told them who’s the expert,” Jack commented finally.

“Of course I did,” you grinned. “Just like when your dad profiled a lawyer who made fun of profiling.” Aaron chuckled at that memory. “Anyway, if he just asked me about graphology, I wouldn’t have insulted. But after I told the court that graphology has no scientific evidence, he started to talk about how my document examination knowledge was limited.”

“Can he do that in the court?” Jack frowned.

“The judge, of course, stopped him, warning him, actually. Anyway, I take my job seriously and with pride. I wasn’t about to sit there quietly when my job and I were insulted.”

“That must be nice,” Jack said absent-mindedly.

Your eyes met with Aaron’s, looking at each other.

“From being insulted?” You asked lightly.

“What? No, I didn’t mean that.” Jack’s checks turned bright pink. “I meant having jobs and taking pride.”

“Why do you think that’s nice?” Aaron asked gently.

Jack shrugged. “Isn’t it nice to have a goal?”

“You just graduated from high school, Jack. You don’t have to find a life goal right now.”

“Everyone at uni knows what they want to do,” Jack mumbled.

“So, that’s why you’ve been down?” Aaron asked.

“I’m too slow, dad. Everyone seems to be far, far away. You two have jobs you love. I don’t know if I can find one.”

You put your hand on Aaron’s thigh to comfort the father, who seemed not to know what to say. Aaron probably had thousands of things to say to Jack, but he was afraid to say the wrong things.

You understood them; the father and the son. Aaron has always had a goal since he was young. He wanted to practice law and help people. He didn’t even glance a sideway and reached his goal.

You were more like Jack. You detoured your life for your job.

Aaron squeezed your hand, silently telling you to talk to Jack.

“Jack, look at me,” you called your son gently. Jack looked up at you from the plate. “Do you enjoy riding a bike?” Even Aaron looked at you curiously.

“I do,” Jack frowned. “But what’s that got to do with this?”

“Life is like bike riding. You start the line with everyone; some will move forward faster than you or even slower. All of you are cycling towards the goal. But there’s no first or second. Because it’s life. I know it’s scary. You’ll meet downhills and uphills all the time. But in the end, the hills will become a flat road to help you back on your speed.

You’ll get tired and probably want to quit riding. But remember, your dad and I are also riding the bikes along with you. We’ll be with you always. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to look around. It’s okay to be slow. It’s okay to let others past you. It’s okay to ride at your pace. Know this; you’ll reach your goal whether you know it or not. Eventually, the goal will be in front of you. It’s okay to detour.” You then chuckled. “Personally, I think taking a detour is a good thing in your life. If you just keep charging forward, you’ll eventually lose something important.”

Jack stared at you. Then whispered ‘thank you’.

“I don’t think I explained it well. After all, I suck at giving a speech,” you laughed. “But, the important thing is, we’re here for you, and you don’t have to rush.”

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“So, life is like bike riding?” Aaron raised his brow with a slight smirk.

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed and threw a pillow at him.

“I liked it. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

“I babbled,” you rolled your eyes.

“You didn’t.” Aaron picked up the pillow from the floor and sat beside you on the bed. “You helped Jack. You told him we’ll always be there for him.” He took your hand gently and lightly kissed the back of your hand. “I love you. Thank you for riding a bike with me.”

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #jack hotchner #gender neutral reader #criminal minds fanfic #Criminal Minds

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rebeccakitty · 2 years

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“He will Never touch you again”

Eddie Munson x Reader

Wanted to write an Eddie Fanfic for awhile. However, It’s been YEARS since I wrote anything. Be kind. I know it’s rough. I’ve been way out of practice. I don’t know what i’m doing, but I wanted to write something for Eddie since I am obsessed and in love with him. He’s basically the one thing that has made me happy through a difficult time in my life right now.

Also I will note TW for Physical Abuse. There’s no sex, as I wanted to write a protective Eddie scene first. I hope it’s good enough. I had fun writing it, though as I stated, I’m WAY out of practice. This is the first thing I’ve written in 10+ years. Just be kind. lol

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You have been dating Eddie Munson for a couple of months now in secret. You knew your parents would disapprove of you hanging out with the town’s declared freak and from their view, outside looking in, they would view Eddie as a Satanic cult leader. Your family wasn’t overly strict or religious per se, but they did eat up any overblown propaganda they saw on the news. You had intended to avoid Eddie yourself at all costs, but One day when you had to sit next to him in English class and had a group Book project to do with him, that’s when you started actually getting to know the real Eddie.

He may have looked Scary and intimidating on the outside, but you quickly warmed up to him as he constantly made you laugh. You then started to sit next to him and his other nerd friends during lunch. You never heard of Dungeons and Dragons before, but you couldn’t help but loving every second of Eddie and his friends talk about their campaigns. It wasn’t soon after that that the two of you had started dating. You started going over to Eddie’s trailer under the guise of tutoring or Group projects as your excuse to anyone who may ask.

Needless to say, you were surprised when you walked home one day to find that your parents were both waiting for you in the living room and they didn’t look happy. “Hey, mom. Hey, Dad.....uh, Is something wrong?” You asked, nervously. You saw your mom nervously shift around in her seat. She wasn’t very confrontational. Your dad, However......

“We have heard very disturbing rumors going on about you hanging out with that Munson boy!” You father roared, standing up from his chair. “What? No! No! I only tutor him occasionally. It’s purely...” “DON’T YOU START!” Your dad shouted, cutting off your prepared lie. “We didn’t want to believe it either, but then we found this in your room!” He then pulled out a bag that you had stored under your bed. You knew it wasn’t the perfect hiding spot for it, but it was better than nothing. He threw the bag on the coffee table and opened it and inside were DnD books that Eddie had let you borrow. They were beginner guides to help you understand the game more. “Can you please explain to me why my daughter has these Satanic cult books?! Did he give him to you?! Are you joining his little cult?!” Your dad was furiously.

“They aren’t C-cult books, dad! It’s just a G-game!” You stuttered out, frozen in fear. Your dad often had really bad tempers and you knew back-talking him and trying to correct him would only make him more angry, but you had to try to defend Eddie. “No! You listen here! These books, This “Game” is Sinful and I will not have my daughter partake in it. I won’t have you be learning how to summon demons for the Devil” He said. You then tried to lunge for the bag and it’s contents off the table, but your dad was quicker and grabbed it out of your reach. “Didn’t you hear me?! I said NO!” He shouted. In one quick motion, he threw the bag and the books in the fireplace, a roaring fire already burning. “DAD, NO! Those were Eddie’s! He let me borrow them!” You cried, reaching out towards the fire.

In another surprising motion, your father struck you across the face. You fell from the force to the floor, landing on your backpack you still had strapped over your back. “Richard!” Your mother cried, finally speaking up during this whole shitshow. “Richard, you said you were just going to speak with her. Now you have gone too far!” She continued. “Too far?! I’m trying to save our daughter’s soul from this heathen. I will do whatever it takes” He said, turning to face your mother. “Y/n, Go upstairs to your room. I’m very sorry that everything has led to this. Go upstairs and I will talk to your father” Your mom said. You stood up, hand covering your reddened cheek. You quickly ran upstairs to your room and you shut the door behind you. You heard your parents resume talking to each other, your dad still very loud.

You rushed over to the window and pulled it open, frantically. There was no chance in Hell that you were going to standby and wait for your parents to return. You had never gone out the window before, but you were desperate to get to Eddie’s. He was your safe haven in this moment. You carefully put your legs through the window first, tried to steady yourself, and then jumped out. Your fall was a bit clumsy, but you didn’t injure yourself any further. Then you started running towards the Trailer park with only your boyfriend in mind.

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You were panting heavily as you reached Eddie’s trailer. You knocked several times before Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, answered the door. You had only met him on some occasions due to the fact that he always worked late, but he always treated you kindly. “I’m sorry, but Eddie’s still out right now, Miss Y/n” He said, noting some concern in his tone. In your haste, you failed to notice that Eddie’s van wasn’t in front. He was still at School. ‘It’s hellfire night tonight’ You remembered. The tears had rushed in before you had a chance to stifle them. Startled, Wayne helped you inside. “Is everything alright? What’s wrong, Miss” He said. You shook your head. “Can I just wait until Eddie comes home please?” You asked through your sobs. “Yes, that’s quite alright. I’m going to have to leave for work soon though, so help yourself with whatever you need while you wait.” He said, kindly. “T-thank you” You cried, trying to give him a small smile before you turned and walked down the hall to Eddie’s room.

You laid on Eddie’s bed and held his pillow close to your chest. It smelled just like him and it began to comfort you as you just cried into it. You were going through everything that had just happened. Trying to process all of it. Your dad was never physically violent with you. Ever. Sure, He got mad, a little hotheaded even. But it never....The memory of the slap just kept haunting you. You falling to the floor. Eddie’s books burning. You felt awful about everything. ‘How am I going to tell him when he gets home?’ You thought.

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Meanwhile, Eddie was playing a Campaign of DnD with Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and the others. “11! That’s a....MISS!” Eddie jeered, smiling freakishly at Dustin’s failed attempted to fireball a monster. “GODDAMN IT!” Dustin shouted. Eddie laughed maniacally on his throne. The game continued on for another couple of hours, the campaign having to be continued another night as it was already getting quite late. Eddie got in his van along with the freshmen and he decided to drop them off home at each of their houses.

By the time he got home himself, It was almost 9:00. He knew his uncle would be gone by then, already at work. Eddie walked in his home and noticed a note on the table.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to check on your girl. She came over and seemed really upset by something. It seems like something must have startled or hurt her. She should be waiting for you in your room. -- W”.

Eddie scanned the note twice over, but as the information actually hit his brain, He rushed toward his bedroom. Sure, enough as he opened the door his girlfriend was there, tucked in his bed holding on tightly to his pillow. She fast asleep. He cursed himself that his campaign took so long. If he had known that you needed him urgently, for whatever the reason, he would have been here. Come Hell or High water. He didn’t want to have to wake you. You looked so peaceful right now, but he was worried about what had happened to have you come all the way here. Your relationship was a secret he knew and it didn’t make any sense for you to come here tonight. He gently sat down on the bed next to you. He looked you over. You didn’t seemed injured to him. He carefully reached out a hand and shook you awake. “Y/N. Y/N, Wake up, princess.” He said sweetly.

*******

You shuttered awake and recoiled away from the sudden sensation of touch. You were frightened. “Whoa! hey, hey, now Princess. It’s only me. It’s Eddie. Your safe.” Eddie said, responding to your sudden movement as you awoke. You relaxed as you remembered where you were and as your eyes focused on Eddie sitting across from you. “Eddie!” You cried as you tackled him down hugging him. The tears began again, all messy and snotty. You backed off of Eddie. “Oh, I’m sorry. Your shirt” You said, as you tried patting the area where your tears and snot had made a wet patch in his Hellfire shirt. His most prized Possession. “Hey now, No. It’s just a shirt, babe. What’s wrong? What happened? What is that on your face?!” Eddie asked, now suddenly noticing the bruise that was forming on your cheek from where your father hit you. All the memories of your welcome home flooded back in. You didn’t know how to begin.

“I-i went home right after school and my parents....well, they know about us, kind of....” You started. Eddie just stayed there, patiently listening and waiting for you to continue whenever you took a pause. You saw the concern and worry in his eyes though. That’s what you loved about him. “My dad found your DnD books. The ones you let me borrow.” You said. Eddie’s eyes slightly widened at that shock. “Did he hurt you?! over a couple of books!” He exclaimed. You nodded your head and began crying. “He threw your books in the fire! I tried to save them but then he slapped me! Eddie, it was awful! I’ve never seen my dad so angry before!” You sobbed. Your breathing became uncontrollable. You were heaving as Eddie grabbed you and held you close to him. “Shh, it’s ok, Y/n. It’s ok” He said, quietly in your ear. “I’m sorry about your books” You cried out. “Forget the books! I don’t care about them. I only care about you. What else did he do?” He said, still holding you close. “Mom sent me to my room after that. I don’t know what happened. I left.” You said. “Wait, how?” Eddie asked, leaning away to look into your eyes. “I went through the window” You said, looking back at him. Eddie burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, Babe. Did you just say you jumped out the window? Oh my god.....Maybe I am becoming a bad influence on you” He laughed, a wide grin forming on his pretty face. “Shut up!” You said, playfully hitting him in the shoulder. “I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there. I wanted you.” You said, tearing up again.

Eddie stopped laughing and gently held your face. He wiped the tears forming in your eyes away. “It’s alright, princess. I’m right here” He said. You went back to hugging him close to you. He was warm and soft. He petted your head, his fingers brushing through your hair. “Everything’s going to be ok” Eddie promised. He kissed the top of your head. He made you feel completely safe as your eyes started to fell heavy once again with sleep. “I feel like kicking the shit out of your father. I’ll refrain, though if he ever touches you again....” He trailed off as he noticed that you had fallen asleep again right there on his chest. “He will never touch you again. I’ll make sure of that” He said to himself, holding on to you tightly.

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