#says in the littlest kid voice ever

[levforfakes]

genuielnely i need someone to stpp me from taking a needle and stbbijg ny ears and various other places with it bc i need more peircings

#im going insane #im gonna kms #im gonna be so punk j watch me #says in the littlest kid voice ever

[neuvistar]

LOTUS FLOWER. pt one.

— featuring ┊ genshin men (neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, kaveh, alhaitham) x f!pregnant reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊nsfw. not proofread. all consensual! mentions of breeding k!nk, t!tplay (neuvillette), vaginal fingering (lyney?), implied semi-public s3x (wriothesley), s!ze kink if u squint (alhaitham), dirty talk obvi, them being absolute sweethearts, reader implied 2 be physically smaller than them, cunnilingus (kaveh), nicknames used, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊ this is part one guys!! part two will come soon! since i’m a little late for kinktober (oops) i’ve decided to try n do this thingy of my own </3 genshin men w a pregnant partner n maybe i’ll do separate oneshots too throughout the month if im not busy enough, i’ll try my best! i also took time 2 try n improve my writing style n i think it paid off.. anyways reblogs + feedback appreciated ! (guys i wroye this when i’m half asleep #help)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

— "love, you're too cute when you pout like that," neuvillette chuckled, lightly pecking your cheeks with soft chaste kisses

NEUVILLETTE has always been your caretaker during your hard months of pregnancy, he was always there to aid you even if he had such a tight schedule! trust me, he’s always there to aid you no matter where he is.. oh you’re craving something? he already had it made and prepared downstairs for you to eat, oh you’re in pain? he’s already massaging your body to calm your nerves, oh you want him to get something for you? he’s already making his way downstairs to get it! let’s all be honest, this dragon is one of the sweetest darlings ever.. he’s just so thrilled that you’re carrying his little dragonlings, he couldn’t be happier! neuvillette’s so gentle with you.. even during intimate moments. neuvillette always has you laying down on a soft surface, his lips dancing across your flesh as his hair tickled your sensitive skin, he knows how to make sure you feel good.. sometimes he gets too lost in the moment he doesn’t even notice the littlest things! trust me, he knows how to make you feel good, he knows how to calm your hormones.. he knows how to pleasure you. neuvillette knows it all.

here you were, laid down comfortably on the mattress.. the sheets beneath you warming you up as you tugged on your husband’s white locks, emitting a soft grunt from him. neuvillette had been too caught up in the moment to notice only a little milk dripping from your other breast. instead, he kissed and sucked at your other one passionately, his hands caressing your waist in between bouts of fondling your tits. the sight of your exposed body sent a deep and primal wave of lust through him, it was enough to send him into pure euphoria as the feeling of your body against him was a kiss from the heavens above and the archons themselves. “my sweet angel," neuvillette whispered gently, his voice soft yet full of passion. "i want to love you from head to toe, i want every part of you to scream my name in delight.. i want you to experience pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. please, let me give you more litters of dragonlings inside this irresistible body of yours..”

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄

— “you’re positive, right? you sure you’re alright?” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose against your neck

WRIOTHESLEY honestly never thought of having kids himself, but that all changed when you announced your pregnancy to him a few months prior.. he was thrilled! a little shocked and nervous to say the least, since he was nervous he wouldn’t be a good husband and father to your future kids but it went by smoothly, wriothesley had a major soft spot for you and only you. his face always fills with love and joy as he took note of your swollen and pregnant belly, sometimes he lets you wander around the fortress but sometimes he knows you’re sensitive to many smells and all that so he just keeps you in the house. but yet sometimes.. he has too much on his hands that he never has time to come home. visiting him at work became a frequent thing but he grew more protective of you, telling w few workers down at the fortress to scram if they bother you too much. wriothesley loves having you around his office, but yet, huh.. who knew visiting him here could also have it’s benefits.

wriothesley held your knees, his large hands engulfing your flesh as he grunted at the mere pulse of your pussy around his cock. he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, someone could walk in any moment but who was he to deny his own wife? he can’t deny you when you’re all shy and embarrassed like that.. asking him to fuck you and breed you just like he did those few months before, who was he to deny a request like that? the larger male had kept a slow and steady rhythm with you, he promised himself he wouldn’t listen to your begging.. begging for him to go faster. but i guess it’s fine to break promises every now and then, right? wriothesley picked up the pace as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside your cunt was enough to send you to the moon. “fuck.. taking me so well, princess.. ‘gonna make me cum quicker than normal.” he whispered against your ear, caressing your belly ever so gently.. his gentleness corresponding with his harsh thrusts. “what, hm? you want someone to see you in this state? ‘want someone to catch me breeding my pretty pregnant wife in my office?— mm.. seems like y’do.. look at how much you’re sucking me in.”

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

— “oh? someone’s moody today.. did i do something wrong, sweetheart? you know i didn’t mean it, c’mon! talk to me.”

LYNEY was one of the main reasons for your constant smiles and giggles throughout the day, your baby isn’t even born yet and he’s already an excellent father! the magician always sits down and chats with you, chatting about all sorts of things. what you both can name your baby(s), what magic tricks he can teach to them, how adorable they’ll look in clothes he bought for them.. he’s excited to be a father and he makes that clear! he spreads the news to lynette and freminet, and sometimes he might accidentally spread the news throughout public eyes. i mean, in a positive way! lyney takes great pride in being the father of your kids, he wants you to stay healthy and happy so your pregnancy goes smoothly, that’s all he wants. lyney’s touch is always so gentle.. caressing you like you were a mere piece of glass he had to protect.. there was something about his touch that just never fails to make you squirm, he’s good with his hands, of course you know that.. he’s just so gentle with you in many ways possible, it drives you absolutely insane sometimes.

“yeah? you like that? hmm.. how about you show me where else you would like me to touch you, go on.” his voice was just as hypnotic as his gaze.. lyney’s lips pressed against your neck as he waited for you to show him. “c’mon, you can do this.” he urged you on, you could feel your hands moving on their own as your hands made their way to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples in between your fingers with your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy, sending nothing but deep electric vibrations throughout your body. “l—lyney.. here. i want you to touch me here.” your voice was laced with honey, the magician could’ve sworn he could taste and sense the need and want in your tone, it only made him desire you more. “mm.. we both know that’s not all, sweetheart. show me another, and show me how you want me to touch you there.” your other hand came down slowly, lazily playing with your clit as your body shook at the even the softest touch. lyney hummed against your ear as he pressed his finger gently against your lips, trying to silence you as he gazed down at your swollen belly the blonde magician held you close, pumping two fingers inside your hole, smirking against your skin. “there, there.. good girl. such a good girl for me, are you?”

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓

— “alright.. i have this, this and this for you. do you need anything else? still hungry?”

KAVEH is a a good and caring husband.. though sometimes he’s a little too busy, which often frustrates you since he isn’t there to support and be by your side half of the time. honestly, you can’t blame him sometimes, he always comes home late with a shit ton of papers and piles and piles of sketches and drawings he made that day, kaveh’s always busy, you can’t stop or deny that. most of the time, he makes up to you by providing you with the things you like.. like food you’ve been craving! kaveh adores talking to his baby within your belly, always talking about how ‘papa is always there for them’ and how much he loves them. to put it in a more easier way, the young architect considers your pregnancy an absolute blessing, you were sure he kissed the floor and thanked every star in the universe when he found out you were expecting his little one, he was overjoyed! despite his busy tasks, kaveh will be willing to provide you with anything you want. especially pleasure.

“you want me to please you here?” his voice rung in your ears, nodding slowly as you bit your lip. you missed this, you missed him. kaveh had too many rough and difficult schedules already, you missed him and his touch.. you missed everything, but tonight he was gonna give it all. your lashes slowly fluttered open as your hands tightened your grip on his shoulder, kaveh smiled softly, his eyes looking deep into yours with affection. "i’m giving you what you want now, sweet angel.” the architect caressed your thighs as he slowly lifted your dress up and started to caress your stomach. "you’ve certainly become quite attractive with your pregnancy bumps," he whispered softly, smiling warmly before he allowed his urges take over, closing his eyes as his tongue mingled with your folds, giving small kitty licks before pushing himself further into you, savouring your juices. he was slow, yes.. but he wanted to get used to your taste again, flicking his muscle against your sensitive bundles of nerves as he allowed himself to get lost in your taste, palming the bulge through his pants. “let go, lovely. let me claim you once more.”

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄

— “tell me, go on. what do you need? i’m in all ears.”

AL-HAITHAM is a hard individual to read, that’s for sure. sometimes you couldn’t really tell if he was happy about some story you decided to share with him and whatnot, but one thing you do know is that he’s absolutely thrilled about your pregnancy. alhaitham would be lying to himself if he said that the sight of your expanded belly didn’t awaken something in him. he’s always there, helping you around despite how busy he gets sometimes.. he’s calm and collected, sometimes you’d catch him talking to your baby when you’re asleep, talking about how pretty their mama is, and how excited he is to teach them about his own knowledge about this world they’re about to enter, he’s excited for his baby to be born and you know it. well.. maybe a little too exited.

he tried to be gentle, he really did. but you know he can’t resist you when you’re whining and whimpering like this, especially with that beautiful round belly of yours. alhaitham can’t help himself, really. he was needy, needy for you. he needed you and he needed you now. the scribe bit his lip as his large hands grabbed at your hips, lifting you further against him as his cock slid into your cunt so perfectly. alhaitham’s thoughts went blank at the sound of you calling his name in that way, as if you were speaking words of pure music. “mmh.. look at you. look at how good you’re taking me, even when you’re pregnant you’re still a slut for my cock now, aren’t you?” his hair fell onto his shoulders in wet clumps, “so fuckin’ full, so damn soft. you’re all round and smooth, the perfect body to bear our children." his dick buried myself into your walls, your juices coating it with white, “just like all my other possessions, this body is mine. maybe i should even put my name on it.. so damn perfect, yeah?”

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette smut #wriothesley smut #kaveh smut #wriothesley x reader #lyney smut #alhaitham smut #lyney x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #kisses 4 all of em ! <3

[i23kazu]

PAPA OF THE MELUSINES

characters. neuvillette x gn!reader genre. domestic romantic fluff. an. this will be ooc... practice will be the way i get to write neuvillette! so please don't comment things like "no he would not say that" because fanfic will be fanfic! neuvillette is 100% the melusines' father. the melusines act like kids okay please let me have this PLEASE. i beg | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

neuvillette never thought he would ever hear anyone call him 'papa'. between juggling his life at opera epiclese, as well as his, well, dwindling social life... there really wasn't any time to father anyone, let alone find a partner. it was an archon-blessed miracle that he even managed to find you, amongst fontaine's population. and even then? neuvillette never thought he would ever hear anyone call him 'papa'.

that didn't stop from looking at the five or so (more) melusines clamoring to be on his lap, their paws standing on tiptoes to reach his knees.

"papa! iara always gets to sit first!" the littlest of them all, puca, cried. a steady hand reached down to smoothen her hair out, soothing the distressed girl.

"take turns, iara. you've had your turn this morning," neuvillette offers, his voice not unkind. the melusine in question huffs and hops off papa's lap, stepping behind her sister and watching her get lifted up by neuvillette instead.

"come here, iara," you smile, gently patting your own lap. the young melusine tippytaps her way over, quietly settling for yours instead.

your fingers start to run through iara's hair as you watch the older melusines, lutine and mela, run up to neuvillette and puca – their hands full of decorative supplies. it's become somewhat of a daily habit at this point, you reminisce.

the two start to gently tug on neuvillette's hair, your husband wincing but masking it as well as he could. the first time your girls noticed that he was in pain was something to remember – the both of you spent an hour comforting and soothing the distressed melusines, both of whom couldn't bear to send their beloved father into a fit of pain. neuvillette now chooses carefully which emotions to show to them, even as a father. especially, as a father.

by the time lutine and mela are finished, both melusines are in fits of giggles while admiring their handiwork. a long braid of hair cascades down his back, full of beads and ribbons and colourful hair ties adorning his locks. the girls seem to have attempted to sequence the colours of the hair ties in a rainbow formation, but the blue and yellow seem to have been swapped – intentionally or accidentally, is another thing.

puca leans over neuvillette's shoulder to see the results, and the model of the day smiles as the older girls excitedly describe what they've done – handing him a pocket mirror after.

"you two are getting better at this, day by day." neuvillette gives them a reassuring smile. the beams that return seem to make your living room even brighter.

"thank you, papa!"

yes, neuvillette never thought he would ever hear anyone call him 'papa'. he'd have to get used to it someday.

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[vampiretendencies]

jj obsessed with taking mirror pics where he holds your waist and demands to take one every. single. day so he can admire his girl!!<3

the sayings are true ‘a picture is worth a thousand words’ and ‘take a picture it’ll last longer’. because the substantial need to feel that hauntingly ethereal feeling of taking a mere photo with you filled him on a day to day basis.

he thought it was privilege, to be in the presence of such honorary beauty— and the picture enhances all of that. the divets, the scars, whatever is to only be seen by him, he gets to stare at them for hours on end. stare with disbelief that the pleasure is his to get to experience an evolving love with you. one of these days he’d get a scrap book and paste even the littlest of moments with you.

“m’ready for our picture baby,” his voice carried, adjusting his red hat in the mirror, tufts of his hair coming out of the sides of it. the sort of thing jj use to not care about until you came around. you pulled one of his shirts over your head finding him in the bathroom, whilst he placed a kiss to your temple— sloppy enough to make you not forget about, which was ultimately his goal.

“took you long enough!”

“gotta look good in em’, gonna’ be showing my kids these one day.”

and in turn, you place a kiss to his temple which regardless of how you’d done it he’d remember for eternity. he tries to grasp the feeling, hoping that this good thing will last.

you place yourself directly in front of him, phone in hand, with the mirror staring back at the two of you. instantaneously sifting his bulky arms past your waist, your body fitting into his arms like a glove— perfectly. he almost forgets about the pictures, getting lost in littering delicate kisses to your shoulder. unbeknownst to him, you captured that as well.

coming back down to earth, he somewhat aligns his head with yours, towering over you. and clenches his jaw to pose, with a voluntary flex of his muscles. he smiles sometimes during the daily mirror picture. but today he wants to let yours be the focus, as it typically was. your grin stretched so wide smile lines formed. in habit his hands, remain on your waist whilst you turn to show him the picture. he now can’t fight back the urge to wanna send the photo to everyone he’s ever known.

“look at you, baby. so pretty.” he studies you in the image, just as fascinated by you as the day he met you.

“no, j look at us.”

“still looking at you, always am.” even in a crowd, it’s you he’s after.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #outer banks #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank concepts #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank oneshot #jj maybank angst #jj maybank imagines

[ssahotchnerr]

Hello! Can i request Dad!Aaron going shopping with his baby daughter at Disneyworld, pretty please? And like she keep running around to see everything so he has to pick her up? Please. Thank you!!!! 🫂💗

making memories

aaron and disney two of my fav things <3 cw; girl dad!aaron, fem!reader, fluff

the second the parade ended and aaron had set the littlest hotchner down onto the sidewalk, did she run into the nearest merchandise shop located directly behind.

you and aaron exchanged a quick look - a slightly alarmed, a slightly amused, and a slightly tired one. the two of you were struggling to keep with with the kids a tad, who's energy hadn't yet to falter, surprisingly. you all have been up since six to enter the park right at rope drop - no nap, minimal breaks throughout the day. it's been the most special, happy one, but an exhausted, heat-related meltdown was a guarantee at some point, the two of you were sure.

while you continued your action of helping jack reapply some sunscreen, the heat of the day blaring down harshly onto main street, aaron trekked after your daughter.

"you know better than to run off, sweetheart." aaron lectured gently as he caught up, thanking the stars above he did happen to be looking as she did. given, he had been keeping a close eye on her all day with the large, ever-growing crowd. keeping her in the stroller helped, you and aaron took turns carrying her from time to time, but you could never be too careful.

"look!" her little voice squeaked out excitedly, the brightest of smiles on her face as she gazed up at him. she pointed, her feet lifting in the tiniest of jumps. "minnie ears! can i pleaseee get one daddy?"

how could he possibly say no to her? and, when in disney world...

"okay." aaron grinned, already fond of the family pictures that were soon to come, "but, only if you pick out a pair for jack and mom too."

"and you!" she nodded frantically, already busying herself by pulling ears off the rack. "i want pink. and mommy likes princess belle, so we can get her the yellow ones. jackers..." she paused, her tiny eyebrows furrowing as she thought - looking like an exact replica of her father. "these! just plain black. i don't think he wants princess."

"i think you're right."

"what kind do you want?" her bright brown eyes found his, struggling a bit to hold onto the three pairs of ears in her small hands.

"how about..." aaron thought quickly, not too keen on wearing ears, per se. "would a baseball hat work? with a mickey on it?"

"okay." she agreed, a look of satisfaction forming on her face as she repeated after him, leading him to the hats. "with a mickey on it."

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[bangaveragewhitewine]

all is calm, all is bright

dad!Eddie Munson x mom!Reader 

Your baby’s first Christmas, a silent moment in the festive glow.

Word count: 1.2k

Content/Warnings: Pure fluff. Short and sweet. Eddie and Reader are parents. Childbirth mention. Reader referred to as 'Mama'. No physical description of Reader - insert yourself, my loves!

Author’s note: Something small and seasonal as I try to get back into some sort of creative flow again. Much grá to you all, my lovelies ❤️

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 

Cherry Lane glowed in the dusky winter light that fell over Hawkins. The entire town dazzled with a warm holiday glow from Christmas lights and the bright excitement of the littlest townsfolk all riled up for a visit from the Big Man later that night. 

Your little home was no different - in fact, it might have been the cosiest home in the whole county. Coloured lights twinkled around the window frames, a handmade wreath hung on the door, and plastic candy canes diligently lined the snow-dusted path to guide Santa’s sleigh. It was a picture-perfect holiday card, inside and out.

Maeve Munson was too young to comprehend the very concept of Christmas, or Santa Claus for that matter. Too shiny and new to recognise the stocking with her name on it hanging above the small fireplace, or the presents wrapped in glossy printed paper beneath the tree.

Just a few weeks old, she arrived as an early gift for you and Eddie. The best one you had ever received. In true Munson fashion, her entrance to the world had been a little dramatic, but Eddie had held your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you needed until Maeve made her debut with a head of dark hair and a loud set of lungs. 

From your cosy nesting place on the sofa, you watch her big brown eyes gazing at the twinkling coloured lights and baubles on the tree. With her cheek resting against her father’s shoulder, Maeve blinks, slow and sleepy,  as she listens to his voice.

“I know you’re really into the boob right now, kid, but you’re going to love Christmas dinner once you’re big enough.” Eddie’s voice is a low murmur as he rocks slowly from side to side, chest to chest with his daughter. 

His hand looks huge on her back, patting a slow and gentle rhythm that just exists for the two of them. 

You can’t take your eyes off of them, despite how tired you feel. It would be so easy to just close them, a quick few minutes rest, but you would miss them too much. 

You wish that your camera was closer so you could snap and savour this moment as one you can hold in your hands. 

It is peaceful bliss bathed in colourful light; you soak it in, savour it. 

There have been no tears for an hour, though you feel like you are right on the precipice of breaking that streak with how much love and joy you feel, swelling like pride in your chest. 

The house is warm, the old window frames are fixed with double-glazed glass that keeps the chilly winter air out. It’s rough around the edges, but there is food in the fridge and the cupboards are full. There’s a tree and lights, a few presents beneath it. 

It’s not much but it’s enough. All you need is right in front of you. 

Eddie catches you watching them, smiles as he nuzzles against chestnut brown hair that will curl and coil like his own in time. 

He pauses his murmured monologue, his waxing lyrical about everything he will pile on his plate tomorrow. Everyone’s bringing something to family Christmas at Harrington’s - you managed to make two desserts while Eddie introduced Maeve to A Charlie Brown Christmas, one eye on you the whole time to make sure you weren’t doing too much. Bringing the Littlest Party Member is the real treat for your friends and family, who will take turns holding her and squabble when one of them hogs the baby for too long.

“Hi Mama,” he says, his voice so soft as he crosses the room slowly on socked feet.

“Hi,” you whisper back, the thick feeling in your throat stalling you from speaking any louder. Part of it is fear, fear that you will undo Eddie’s magic touch at lulling Maeve to sleep. Her eyes are almost closed, almost. 

Slowly, so slowly, he lowers down to sit by you. His gentle sway keeps up, like a lazy metronome, as he takes a load off. His sigh is carried from the tips of his toes, feeling like an almost burnt-out bulb.

“You’re really good at that,” you murmur, smiling through the tiredness.

“Hmm? Don’t count on it, she’s going to be wide awake again in a sec when she realises we’re not standing up.” 

“Mm, maybe. This whole Dad thing suits you, Munson.”

When he smiles, you can still see the shadows beneath his eyes - you have a set to match, his and hers. There’s spit-up on his sleeve and his hair needs a wash. But he is beautiful.  

Being parents wasn’t easy, you didn’t think it would be but some days you didn’t think it would be so hard either. You think that maybe if Eddie let his eyes slip closed, he would fall asleep too from his own gentle rocking rhythm. 

“I can take a turn,” you say, bringing your hand to rub his back in wide smooth circles, mirroring him and Maeve. 

You know his scowl is coming, and still, it makes you smile. 

“Mm-mm, my turn,” he said, brows pulled in as his mouth pouts prettily. Much like your friends, it was easy to fall into a parental squabble of taking turns for the shitty nappies and the baby cuddles. 

“Baby hogger,” you whisper without malice, pushing yourself closer to kiss his stubbly cheek. 

“Yep, my baby now. You get to cuddle her all day when m’workin’.” 

Eddie turns his head, lets his nose bump yours. His chin juts forward just a little to beg a kiss. You don’t even need to think about it, loving him is as easy as breathing.

There’s a pause, like bracing for impact, when Maeve makes a noise against his shoulder. The pause in his swaying did not go unnoticed. 

“Can’t get anything past her, huh?” you murmur, leaving one last smiley kiss to his full lower lip. 

“Nah, m’done for with you two.” His face cracks into a smile, he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

You watch as he sits back a little, resting his head against the back of the second-hand sofa. You peel yourself up just enough to drag the coffee table close enough so he can put his feet up. 

“Only ‘coz it’s Christmas,” you murmur, seeing his grin. 

“You spoil me, baby.” 

You spoil him more by dragging your blanket over his lap, sharing its fleecy warmth as Maeve slowly, so slowly, drifts off. 

There are still gifts to wrap for Wayne and for your friends, laundry to be tossed in the dryer, but for now, you sit together as your baby sleeps, basking in the glow of Christmas. 

Maeve’s breath is deep and steady; she makes these tiny noises that have brought tears to your eyes and Eddie’s on more than one occasion. Partly because she is finally asleep, but mostly because they are the sweetest thing you have ever heard. 

Scooting closer, you press another kiss to Eddie’s cheek and close your eyes for just a moment, breathing in his warm spice, a hint of tobacco from his one cigarette - he wants to be around for Maeve, for you. 

“Merry Christmas, Eddie.” 

Your voice is just above a whisper, just loud enough for Eddie to hear. Your words warm him, settle deep in his bones and set his heart aglow. 

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” 

His lips press yours in a single kiss, sweeter than any hot cocoa, any candy cane. 

Thank you for reading! Reblogs, likes and comments are absolutely adored and cherished ❤️ 

#dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #bangaveragefics

[yawntutsyip]

Avatar The Way Of Water x Deaf!Human Reader:

italics = sign

warnings: she/her pronouns, some cussing, bad writing 😔

an: idk if I hate it or somewhat like it. We shall see what happens… if people actually like this then I’ll make chapter two, if not then let’s just say this was a oneshot Lmao

Silence | Chapter One

Silence, if you had to describe your world to someone in one word, that’s what you would tell them because that's all it ever was. Sure you had some hearing growing up in your younger years. It was mostly muffled though like you were underwater but you did your best to make out as much as you could, but each day it had gotten worse, and the next thing you know, by the time you turned nine your hearing completely vanished.

When people say you should cherish things, don't take things for granted, and be grateful for what you have, you really should. Of course being a child that saying went over your head as you didn’t think much of it but now you wish you had listened to the wise words as you find yourself longing to hear your mother's voice, or the littlest things like the clicks of equipment from the lab or the buzzing from the fluorescent lights, one last time. Now, being sixteen years old, you could hardly remember what they sound like as it turned into a distant memory, all a blur.

Growing up your mother taught you sign language so it was easier to communicate than having to read someone’s lips. It was difficult at first as you had to learn to differentiate whether the person was speaking English or the Na’vi language but you managed. 

Your mother was great friends with Neytiri and Jake despite Neytiris hatred for humans. Neytiri had a soft spot for you and your mother. You grew up along the side of the Sully kids and Spider, , you always had one of them along your side, as you weren’t allowed outside the lab alone due to Pandora's dangerous nature, they were all very overprotective of you, sometimes it got annoying but you understood why.

It was always surprisingly Lo’ak. He always took you on his adventures through the forest, exploring and finding new hang-out places. Sometimes Lo’ak could be forgetful as there were times where, when he had taken you out with him and he calls your name to get your attention, but when he receives no response it clicks back into him as he says ‘oh yeah, she can’t hear me at all duh’

When you turn around to look at him you find him hunched over with his hands on his knees as he laughs at his dumbness. You cock your head to the side as if questioning ‘what are you laughing at?’ and roll your eyes as he signs to you that he forgot you were deaf for a second. It concerned you sometimes that you were relying on this boy for protection. 

Right now you, Spider, and the Sully siblings minus Neteyam were all in the forest following Lo’ak to wherever he was going hand in hand with Tuk. You and Tuk stop for a second and crouch down touching the plant that had caught your eyes, you smile as the leaves stick to your hands, You look at Tuk and could see a smile on her face as well as she playing with it but soon pulls away standing up tugging you along. 

A frown finds its way on your lips as you look back at the plant while getting dragged away. You wanted to look at it for longer. You soon all come to a stop as Lo’ak turns around saying something you couldn't quite make out, You look at Kiri and she quickly signs to you what was said. 

Looking back at Tuk you see her sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak while pouting, You giggle at her childish antics before you all continue back to where you were going. Finally reaching the spot the boys and Tuk go and climb up to wherever it was as you stayed behind with Kiri, Both of you laying in the grass next to each other. These are the times you wished you could have your hearing back, you closed your eyes and tried your best to imagine what kind of sounds could have been heard although there wasn't much to imagine as you hardly went outside of the lab so you didn't know what sounds there were in the beginning. The breeze from the air and the light shining down on you paired with the quietness eased your mind as you found yourself drifting off.

A little later you found yourself and Kiri getting woken up by a spider by his light shaking. 

‘Have go back’ Spider signed to you the best he could with the little knowledge of sign he had, you still understood what he was saying as you nod your head and stand up following them out, leaving to go back.

Coming to a halt once again, Lo’ak jumps off the large branch you were all walking on and crouches down to the dirt where laid a footprint. ‘Is it an avatar’s?’ You sign to Lo’ak while crouching down next to him to get a closer look.

“Maybe…” he said out loud while signing at the same time. You turned your head to look at Kiri with your brows frowning with worry written on your face, Kiri could only smile at you while signing ‘It will be okay’ as she pats your shoulder. 

You watch as Lo’ak and Spider continue to move forward and you all follow. Lo’ak quickly turns his head back and looks at you while bringing a finger to his lips, blush creeps up on your face in embarrassment as you bring a fist to your chest and move it in circular motions ‘Sorry!’

Crouching down hiding in the grass you all stalk forward, looking up ahead you could see the old shack and what seemed to be Avatar’s walking around with guns. ‘Are they from the lab?’

You ask Lo’ak who was crouched behind you. ‘I don’t think so’ he shakes his head, eyes still ahead.

“I better call this in,” Lo’ak says while walking back grabbing your arm to follow. 

“No bro! We're gonna get in trouble!” Spider says in a hushed voice following you guys. You guys all move behind some trees as Lo’ak reaches to his neck about to press the button, You watch as he hesitates for a second. He did not want to get in trouble for the second time with his dad but he knew that he had to, this was important. You give him a reassuring nod with a hand on his arm as if saying it's okay.

“I got eyes on some guys. They look like avatars..but they’re in full camo and carrying ARs. There are six of them. Over.” You move your attention back to the avatar’s ahead as you watch them go through the old shack and look around as if they were trying to find something, but what was it?

“We're at the old shack.” 

“Who’s we?” 

“Me, Spider, Kiri…Tuk…and (Y/N)” Lo’ak hesitates to bring up the fact that he had you and Tuk with him in such a dangerous position. 

“Son, You listen to me very carefully. Pull back right now. Do not make a sound. Especially (Y/N). Get the hell out of there. Move. Copy?” 

“Yes sir.” 

A tap on your shoulder pulls your vision away as Lo’ak grabs your arm again picking you up in his arms and catching you off guard. You look up ‘What are you doing?’ he ignored you as he was too focused on getting out of there. He was not gonna take his chances of you accidentally stepping on a stick and blowing everyone's cover.

Not even a second later an Avatar pops out from the bushes and grabs a hold of Tuk. Lo’ak quickly sets you down pushing you behind him as he pulls out his bow and points it at the many Avatar that appeared out of nowhere.

What is going on? You ask yourself as you swing your head back and forth looking in all directions to see that you all were surrounded. Although to everyone else there was loud screaming at each other and Tuk screaming, to you there was nothing. You could only watch as their lips moved, you tried your best to make out what they were saying but they weren’t pronouncing the words properly so you couldn’t tell.

One by one you all got grabbed by one of them, You tried backing up away only to feel someone harshly grab your arms pinning them behind you, you scream at the unknown hands as you struggled in fear. Lo’ak and Kiri were shouting at you to stop struggling hoping somehow you would hear them but of course, you don’t. You soon find yourself knocked down with a swift kick to your knees and pinned down to the ground on your stomach, freezing up as you feel a cold metal being pushed against the back of your head.

“Don’t hurt her!” Spider and Lo’ak shout out.

You felt useless as all you could see was the dirt ground beneath you, not knowing what was going on with your friends. Were they okay? Hell were they even alive? All you know is they could have been shot already and you wouldn't have a clue.

Quaritch signals to the man holding you to pull you up, you frantically look around checking to make sure everyone is okay before looking back at the man who stood in front of you.

“Two humans with the Na’vi? What's your guy's name?” 

You saw his lips moving but couldn’t make out what he was saying so you turned to Spider.

“Hey!, Sweetheart, I asked for your name!” He shouted at you again, grabbing your face in his hands, and bringing it forward. The grab from his hand hurt as it grew tighter when you tried pulling away. You gave him a glare and spat on his face, watching as he furiously wiped it off with the back of his hand.

“She can’t hear you, dumbass! She’s deaf! She doesn’t know what you are saying!” Spider shouts at the man gaining his attention. Quaritch gives you one last look before shoving your face away and moving to Spider. You watch with a glare as they talk for a moment before you all get dragged to follow wherever they are walking before once again being pushed down, now with hands cuffed together.

It had gotten dark as the eclipse happened, feeling droplets of water fall on your skin as it began to rain. You were so lost while all this was happening, not knowing what was going on, who these people were, What they were gonna do with you and your friends. You were scared. 

You wished you had just stayed back at the labs, where your mother was, probably worrying about where you were right now. Were you even gonna make it back to her? You watch as everyone's ears perk up meaning they heard something. You look at Lo’ak who was beside you. He looked down at his hands signaling you to follow and watch as he signed one word

‘Mom’

Looking back up you nod your head before looking away hoping no one saw what he signed.

Your back was turned from everyone else, you stood still not moving as you could feel the gun against your back so you were unaware of all the commotion that was happening, but you could feel the person behind you leave. You still stood there not trying to take chances.

The feeling of someone grabbing your hand startles you as you turn your head and realize that it was just Tuk, Eyes widening as you watch guns being fired, and a yellow gas releasing everywhere. “We have to go! Come on!” Tuk says to you, this time you were able to tell what she said and follow behind her as she ran, Lo’ak tailing right behind you.

You all kept running, your breathing became heavy as you weren't used to this much moving as you usually just stayed in the lab or at the most, walked around the forest, You kept looking back checking if anyone was following, not paying attention to what was in front of you, running into someone's chest. 

You let out a scream, scared of it being one of the Avatars from earlier that had caught you but your face was pulled up to meet a familiar face in front of you telling you to calm down while placing a hand over your mouth to silence your screams but removes it as you quiet down realizing it was just Neteyam. 

Your tense shoulders drop as you bury your face in his torso letting out breaths of relief. Oh, thank Eywa you are safe now. 

#atwow #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow imagine #avatar x reader #lo’ak x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung x reader #☆ — ao’nung ˖��⊹ #☆ — lo’ak ˖˚⊹

[livwritesstuff]

Hazel James Harrington is about three years old when Steve and Eddie realize she will be causing a very specific kind of problem.

The problem really stems from how goddamn sweet Hazel is, and how hard that makes it to say no to her.

It's a new problem for Steve and Eddie, because they'd never had any problem saying no to Moe and Robbie (the hard part was getting them to listen). Hazel, though, and her little face and big eyes and mop of blonde hair that surprised them all by turning curly just like her big sister Robbie’s, is their sweetest baby by a mile, almost never getting upset or throwing tantrums. All that combined makes it so hard to figure out how to refuse things, and Hazel’s a smart cookie, so she totally knows this.

And she totally uses it to her advantage.

All. The. Time.

When Hazel was three, she went through a phase where she absolutely refused to go to sleep.

One Friday night, when all three girls were finally in bed, Steve and Eddie retired to the couch to watch a movie on DVD that they’d wanted to see in theaters but couldn’t ever get around to because…children. 

It was nearing ten o’clock at night and they were fifteen minutes into the movie and Steve had a glass of wine in hand when the one light they had left on so they weren’t sitting in total darkness suddenly switched off.

Steve let out a sigh.

“Who’s out of bed,” Eddie asks in a mock-accusatory voice.

Steve turns to look towards the kitchen and can just barely make out a Hazel-sized shadow making its way towards them.

“Hazel,” he groans, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

And then the little shit has the audacity to climb into his lap, footie pajamas and all because it’s January and freezing cold outside, and Steve is only human, and he loves his kids so much it hurts, so of course he’s pulling her into his arms for a snuggle.

“You forgot to turn off that light,” Hazel tells him, her little hands tapping against his shoulders, “and I forgot to tell you what I dreamed about.”

“Are these daydreams, my girl?” Eddie asks, eyeing Steve warily because he can obviously tell how close Steve is to caving and spending the rest of the night cuddling their littlest girl, “Because you haven’t been to sleep yet.”

“No, I had the dream last night,” she corrects.

“Ah, my mistake. Apologies.”

Needless to say, Steve and Eddie put a pause on the movie to hear about Hazel’s dreams.

Another time, the whole family was heading into Boston for a Red Sox game, and they were running really late.

“Okay, who’re we waiting on?” Steve asked.

“I don’t have eyes on Hazel,” Eddie replied, mid-way through corralling Moe and Robbie to the car.

Steve found Hazel in her room, still in her pajamas, looking up at her closet.

“What’s the hold-up, hon?” he asked.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” she told him.

Steve’s eyebrows flew up, because between Eddie’s inability to shake his love for buying clothes for their kids and years of hand-me-downs from Moe and Robbie, Hazel’s closet was packed.

“You’ve got plenty to wear,” he replied.

“I just…” Hazel shrugged up her little shoulders as she looked back up at her closet, “I’m just not the right person for these clothes.”

“Okay?”

“It’s about how you feel in the clothes,” she continued.

Steve narrowed his eyes, silently running through his mental rolodex in search for whoever she might have learned that one from.

(He suspected Robin).

“Okay, baby, no matter what, you cannot say that to Daddy.”

“But I like talking to Daddy.”

#hazel is how steve would have turned out if his parents had actually loved him #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #late post = long post ig

[lunaekalenda]

genshin dads! -> part two! part one here

• just some (more) parent fluff for some (more) genshin chara! feat. Childe, Al-Haitham, Ayato ! mentions of husband because that way i kill both the husband and the dad brainrot lmao

Childe

your family is a permanent complot of your husband and the three kids against you

they know how to plead for you to let them buy a new toy, to let them go to the grocery shop with him or let them stay until late playing on the living room.

and, of course, that devil of a man with soft lips and copper hair is always behind their little wins.

"Dad says we can." you try to stay calm as you crouch to fix your daughter's dress, putting the ribbon on a better position. Your son looks to all the people on the entrance of the building, walking near his dad. "Be careful! There's a lot of people, don't get lost!" you manage to yell before taking between your arms your littlest son, who grips your sleeve, and you take your daughter's hand on yours. She starts to insist again.

"So, can we go to the pet store after the lunch? Dad said we could." you sigh again. The older kids have been insisting on getting a pet, and your husband just told them that it was a wonderful idea. It seems like he isn't aware of the big responsibility a pet is.

"We'll go take a look, but that doesn't mean we'll adopt a pet!" your kids seem happier before you pronounce the last words. She pouts as he takes Childe's jacket, calling his attention.

"Dad, we are going to adopt a pet, right?" he asks. You sigh again and your husband looks at you, smiling.

"Of course! Did I already told you I have a reservation?" the kids start to talk between them as Childe keeps one of his fingers caged on your son's hand, and he gets closer to you.

"We're not getting a pet. They're too little, what if the dog bites them?"

"Baby, nothing will happen. The dog is a big dog from a friend that can't keep him anymore. I swear he's the most loyal and tender dog I have ever met, and he loved to play with me and all my siblings, from babies to adults. He will take care of them, and I'm sure they will like the other."

Once again, Childe was right. But you won't admit it in front of him, of course.

Al-Haitham

He's busy most of the times, but always finds time for your baby daughter and for you.

His usually cold eyes soften just with the mention of his family, and he carries pictures of both of you on his wallet to show them to his friends.

He was scared he couldn't be a good dad for the baby, but he already demonstrated he's the best.

"Dad."

Your baby pronounces that single word once before tears start to appear on her eyes. You take her from the little couch, caging her on your arms and walking around the living room on an attempt to calm her.

"Do you want to see dad, don't you?" you try to soothe her with calm voice, but you can hear her still sobbing. Al-Haitham has been on a conference on his studio almost all afternoon, and it seems to be an important one with members of the Akademyia, so you tried your best to not disturb your husband. Still, the baby misses her dad, as the weekends are the only days you can share family plans and spend the whole days together. You try to calm her, but her little voice keeps calling for him once, and once again.

"We'll take a look from the door and see dad, yeah?" the mention of the word "dad" makes her eyes shine cutely. You walk towards your husband's studio, knocking softly before opening. He's sitting there, serious, with a pencil on his hands and his eyes following coldly the person that is speaking on the laptop. He turns his head softly to the door, as a soft smile appears on his lips and his eyes give a tender look towards both of you.

"She wanted to see you before her nap. There was no way to make her sleep without you." you whisper, and he stretches his arms towards her, smiling. He sits the baby on his lap, one of his hands holding the pencil as the other holds the baby's back, getting her near to his chest and trying to sleep her with rhythmic and soft pats. He keeps taking notes of the meeting when you leave, and when you arrive back, with a cup of coffee for him, your baby soundly sleeps on his arms, now both occupied by your baby's body. He smiles softly at her before leaving a kiss on her forehead. The sight melts your heart as you look at him, whose eyes are fixed on your daughter as if she was the only thing he cares about in the whole world.

Ayato

Another one who will get a whole complot against you to make the kids win.

He's strict with them, though, but he also knows they need a little fun sometimes.

Maybe, your concept of fun and his isn't the same.

"Have you seen Ayato and the kids, Thoma?" he seems to freeze at your question. That just makes you distrust about what your husband and your three kids can be doing. He turns around, completely blushed, and you talk even before he's able to open his mouth. "His office, right?" he nods and you walk towards the last room of the building. You can start to hear the knocks on the table and the sound of mora falling to a wooden surface. You open the door to find, as you expected, your husband and your eldest son playing with beetles, golden coins on top of the table as your younger sons sit on both knees of his father. Without even taking his gaze to you, Ayato speaks.

"Hi, darling." he purrs, taking three coins from the little heap next to his hand.

"What are you two doing?" you ask, and you feel how your younger children hug your legs, making you lose a little of balance, but managing to keep on both feet.

"We're playing with dad's beetles. And coins." your oldest son says, selecting his beetle for the next round. You look this time to Ayato, who smiles at you sweetly. You've been tricked by that smile way too many times to fall now.

"Kids, to your room, please. I need to talk with dad." The kids pout as Ayato sighs, still smiling.

"But, love, they will soon succeed me as the head of the Yashiro Commission and the Kamisato Family. I need to demonstrate the Arataki that my heirs are as good as me on beetle fights, if not better." When he puts his eyes back on you, his apology smile appears. "Sorry love, I won't show the kids bet games until they reached the legal age for it."

#childe x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato x y/n #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #dad!childe #dad!ayato #dad!alhaitham #genshin fluff #parent au #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #alhaitham genshin #childe fluff #alhaitham fluff #ayato kamisato fluff #genshin dads

[emissaire]

FOOL'S GOLD - 「 CH.1 」 BOAT ON THE WATER

࿈ PAIRING: jake sully x reader

࿈ WARNING/TAG(S): pining, fluff, mentions of death, soft! jake [ lmk if i missed anything! ♡ ]

࿈ SUMMARY: this chapter briefly shows reader's dynamic with the sully kids and mostly jake's thoughts about her

࿈ NOTE: enjoy! don't be shy to send in asks if you have any questions regarding the fic! also please check out the na'vi words below that are used in this chapter for reference ↶↶

sa'nok = mother // paywll = dapophet // yerik = hexapede

࿈ NEXT CHAPTER ▷ MASTERLIST

You came like a hurricane, knocking Jake off his feet, making his knees weak and tearing him away from what he knew was solitude. He was no longer a lone boat in the middle of the sea, you're there with him— stirring up the waters and rocking his stronghold: a wall he's built to protect his heart from the ache that leaves a part of him chipped and broken.

How do you ever forget love like that? He found himself asking in his mind all too often before you, mostly when he's alone and it's just his late mate's memory that accompanies him. Now, all his thoughts are about you, flooding every nook and cranny of his mind, festering even in his feelings to the point he doesn't know what to do with himself. It is pathetic. He is pathetic for hanging on every single word you say and the little things you do like he's the young, playful and naive version of himself once again.

Initially, falling in love with you was out of the question. He was still grieving for his mate, the hurt still fresh in his memory but you were a hurricane— unpredictable and commanding without trying. He's sure that even the toughest of men would crumble when they behold you, when they see you. It was so easy to adore you but so hard to love you. Easy when you tuck his youngest to bed with a song, easy when you dote on Lo'ak despite the boy's tendencies of getting into trouble, easy when you boast about Neteyam to the other women among the clan, easy when you're the presence Kiri looks for when she's in doubt. Yet when it comes to him, you always close the door every time he tries to occupy even the littlest bit of space in your heart and mind, you snuff the fire in his resolve— it's so hard to love you because you never give him the chance to.

"Sa'nok, what is this flower for?" Innocent Tuk looks at you, head tilted to the side in pure curiosity, holding up a paywll in her small hand. She's sitting beside you on the mat, tinkering and inspecting every plant you've laid out across the drugget.

You smile at her eagerness to learn, bringing up a gentle hand to pat her head before answering, "That's a paywll, dear. It can help to soothe the skin if burned and—"

"And help speed up the healing process of a wound!" The little girl proudly intercepts, eyes bright upon remembering the plant's purpose: something she's learned from you.

You can't help but laugh, nodding your head in affirmation. "That's right!"

"Are you trying to be your ma's new apprentice?" Jake's voice fills your ears, light and teasing as he strides in towards yours and Tuk's place on the mat.

You don't know when it happened or how— you've gotten used to Tuk calling you mother despite not being her biological one, and somehow it fills your devoid heart with warmth every time you hear it from her, but when Jake addresses you as the mother of his children, that strange feeling bubbles up inside you so uncomfortably it makes you want to hide from him and from everything.

"I want to be like mama someday!" Tuktirey claims, a toothless grin present on her face.

Your eyes dart to Jake's face, gauging his facial expression like you always do when you think you're getting too close and diving in too deep— you never want to disrespect his late mate. Neytiri was a fearless woman, she made a name for herself and proved to be an amazing person through and through. But you don't see any trace of discomfort on the Olo'eyktan's face, there's nothing there but an adoring smile towards his daughter and a pensive glint in his eyes. "Yeah? Sa'nok's amazing, isn't she?"

Whether he meant you or Neytiri, you don't muse on it much. Under circumstances such as yours, things like that didn't matter. 

"How did the hunt go?" You ask Jake without looking at him and despite that, you know his eyes are on you, watching your every move like a hawk. You feel his gaze on your skin, burning hot and always inquisitive like he wants to know something but never has the courage to ask.

"It went well. Näfol took down one of the biggest yerik in today's hunt." He tells you, the name of your younger brother falling past his lips so proudly it's like he's speaking of him like he was his blood relative.

Näfol has always been timid, often keeping to himself which only worsened when your parents died in battle, fighting valiantly against those wretched humans. It feels like yesterday when you were in your own village, your mother and father at your side and leading your people to enlightenment in Eywa's embrace.

"That's great." The elation in you is evident in the way you hum with a small smile, happy at the prospect of having your brother warm up to the Omaticaya people, especially their Olo'eyktan.

"Dad, I want to go outside." Tuk's voice rips you out of your thoughts and you look over at the duo sitting on your side, Tuk with her hand grasping her father's arm in a seemingly cute display of persuasion.

The sight makes you giggle a little before you turn away quickly, not wanting to invade the father and daughter's moment. You miss the way Jake's smile broadens at the sound of your laugh, hearing it in pleasant twinkling bells as he allows his daughter to take off to play with her siblings outside.

Sleep has become a challenging task now, never knowing peace anymore when the constant fear of those demons returning gnaws at your sanity, but Jake makes it less of a burden when he holds you close to his chest as if you're dear to him, anchoring you back to reality in his arms, dwarfing your much smaller figure in his warmth.

"You're fine, darling. I'm here." He whispers against the skin of your forehead where he had pressed a kiss on just moments prior. His voice is groggy, a clear sign of exhaustion but just like always, he never lets you stay up all night alone, never leaves you to your own thoughts when it's most destructive.

You told him countless times— even before you consummated and made the sacred bond, that he didn't have to coddle you yet your words just seem to enter one of his ears and out the other because every night, he's always there waiting for when you come apart at the seams, showing him all your vulnerabilities.

"Jake, go back to sle—"

"I will in a moment. Just let me love on you." His arms around your waist tighten, his nose burying on top of your head, and you let him. Just like you always do because you're a hurricane: unyielding and formidable, but try as you might to dishearten a ferryman on a mission, you're but a storm that will pass— the turmoil in you will calm, maybe not so soon, but it will. Jake knows. He believes so.

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work of emissaire, 2023 - plagiarism is a crime

#📚 emissaire: fool's gold #livre: daisy #avatar #atwow angst #atwow x reader #avatar angst #avatar fluff #jake sully x reader #jake sully fluff #jake sully angst #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you #avatar x reader

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Harry Potter

The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Super Mario Bros

Cooking Mama (Luigi)! by Little_RedHots_Riding_Hood

Luigi was having a perfectly peaceful stroll through the Toad Market - the sun was shining, he'd just found a lovely handmade blanket, and was on his way to the bakery before heading back to his and Mario's home.

Only... what was that sniffling noise from that dark, scary alleyway?

Of all the creatures he was expecting to find, the littlest prince of the Koopa Kingdom certainly wasn't it.

Star Wars

the tiger is out by elumish

Wolffe looks like he’s regretting having a second Jedi with them.

DC

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake

"The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family.”

Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

Tim Has a Hero Worship-y Crush on Every Robin Ever by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Tim as an adult was bad enough, Tim with no filter as a child was too much to be around."

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date."

Immunology by JustGettingBy

Hypothetically speaking. Could a hybrid creature become suddenly not viable? Like say it survives being an embryo, makes it through growing up, and then just one day… stops? the text from Kon reads.

Tim’s heart spikes up through his ribs. Kon. What’s happening?

(OR Kon gets the flu. It becomes Tim's problem.)

Change of Plans by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Who’s your friend, Tim?” the voice asked.

Jason hissed. This was his baby! Not his friend!

“Sorry, sorry,” the voice hastened to apologize. “I mean, who’s your parent, Tim?”

AKA, who has the time to be a murderous crime/drug lord when there are kittens to adopt

Motion Blur by sElkieNight60

At Damian's school art showcase, Bruce realizes he needs to help Tim reframe their relationship.

#my posts #weekly fic round up #dc recs #sw recs #hp recs #misc recs #fic recs #yes there is a bowuigi fic on here #but the found family is so good

[colourstreakgryffin]

Just figured out you are taking requests for my sweetie L lawliet, so could you do L lawliet with a little sister (reader) probably a 8-10 year age gap between them, she's shy, introverted, quiet, and is always avoiding anyone other than L. She's sneaky and noisy. Her and L has that same crouching position while sitting, you'll never catch her eating anything unless she's eating with L. She's always around L and is with him while sleeping or basically while L speaks on the computer about cases she'll be there sleeping quietly in his lap She's a mini version of him and if she speaks to someone she either responds very mean and blunt with a monotone voice like she doesn't care or will just respond with one word or just a nod. Just recently thought of this sooo yeah🤯!! Anyways have a good day💕

Hmmm! So we’re basically just L again! Well… I suppose I can try already but thank you anyway, I’ll do my best!

Lawliet L- Kindred Shackle

A second L you say? The Taskforce will blow up in flames when they meet you, stood alongside your biological older brother, L. Not in a bad way but in a; “God, there’s two of them” way. One L is bad enough, two Ls is almost like hell

You and L match so much, you might as well wear matching clothes or be the same age since you two mirror each other to a extreme. You’re just as introverted and quiet as L, you’re just as devoted and stubborn, and most importantly, you’re as attached to L as attached he is to you

No joke. You will not eat nor sleep without L present and he knows that as much. So he has you hooked to his hip 24/7 and he never lets you out of his sight. All to make sure you’re healthy and okay

L views you as a cute little lady and he does get a bit scolding when you speak all monotone and blunt to people. Cmon, be nicer! He always tries to encourage you to be a kind, sweet young lady since he wants you to have friends. You should have everything he can’t have

L doesn’t really mind having a littlest sister as clingy and puppy-like as you. You’re a very helpful source, both in work and in his person as he can rely on you in all fields, rather you be MUCH younger than him. He’s 24 and you’re 15!

L believes he works better with you around. Either sleeping on his back or baking with Watari only a couple feet by him, he is fully convinced you provide him with the energy and motivation to work harder on cases, especially the Kira case

L prefers you not adapt to his habits in the slightest. His insomniac sleep patterns, his sugary diet. He is a awful role model and he knows that so he openly tells you to never follow in his footsteps and be like him; it may be intriguing but to him, your health is so much more important than a title

L is a very loving older brother. He may not seem like it but he is, he’ll comb fingers through your hair to help you fall asleep faster, he’ll buy you all kinds of cute accessories and clothes, he is practically your caretaker as the only family you have left. It explains the equal attachment you both have for one another;

L carefully shuffled against the plush couch cushions in order to get more comfortable whilst you were cuddled up in his lap and arms, he had you caged to his scrawny chest with the way his arms stretch out to type on his laptop, the jingle of metallic chains echoing through the spacious room with each wrist movement. You had always been next to L, ever since he willingly took on this horribly deadly murder case and you were willingly to die for your older brother

He is the only thing you have. And you are the only thing he has, L remembers how he carried the only few months year old newborn you through the orphanage when Watari was introducing him to the establishment and the children inside. How he beat down every single one of the kids that dared to try touch you, no, L will never let anybody touch you. Especially when you’re asleep and vulnerable

Light merely approaching or leaning over to L at the very moment to discuss topics or hand over file documents had the pale insomniac man kicking at him in a protective panic. L almost lost you to a horrible rainstorm-induced cold, where he had to use everything his IQ could prosper at that young age to produce a effective medicine alternative to save your life. After that, L has always been overprotective and as your caretaker, he must do everything to raise you and still work as the World’s Greatest Detective

He was very against you joining the case but you went everywhere with him, to every case and to every country. He would never leave you alone, not even for a minute. The only person he truly trusted you with was Watari but since the beloved elderly man was nowhere to be seen, L has to protect you from basically nothing but his own anxiety. He knew his protectiveness was nonsense but he didn’t care, his brotherly love was stronger than his rationality

You’re the only blood he has left in this cruel harsh world and you’re now sitting in the building complex where the Police try track down the world’s most deadly killer. He can’t lose you. To nothing, no Kira, no Taskforce, no wannabe Detective Ls. He will die to the Death Note for you and only you, he won’t let Kira discover your name and drag you into heaven far too early. You must live your life first and if risking his means it will happen, it will happen at all causes

“Dokusha… sweetheart. Up you go, Watari has arrived to transport you to our room. Don’t fret, I’ll be joining you after I’m finished with my duties here, alright?”

#death note #death note l #death note lawliet l #l lawliet #lawliet l #l lawliet x reader #death note fluff #death note imagines #death note characters #death note x reader #death note cute stuff #anime and manga #big brother L makes my life #death note lawliet #lawliet x reader #dn lawliet #dn L #ryuzaki lawliet #we all love L #and now #he is even better #L is pure protective bean #i love him!!!

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Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 26

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Flashback smut AN: Sorry for being so late Dearhearts, Thanks for waiting. In exchange-- Oh! Opps, sorry- I tripped there. Did I? Oh no, I spilled my daddy issues all over the page. Oh dear… Hope I'm still allowed in the blanket fort... Masterlist AO3 KoFi

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After performing the tuck in ritual, Mia didn’t expect to see Sally again until morning. She was typically a good sleeper and not prone to nightmares so it wasn’t unheard of at all for her to be down easy and stay down for the night. Mia had gotten very lucky with that child, she knew.

Instead, the little girl scared both her and Tom nearly out of their skins not even an hour after seemingly being sound asleep, lulled to dreamland by the sound of Tom’s voice reading her a new book. She appeared in the hallway while they were sitting down for a movie, standing still, quiet and clearly not alright in a way that Mia wouldn’t be able to explain to anyone who wasn’t a parent if asked. 

It was just a look that kids got. A look that said the world was shattered. A look that screamed of a shattered heart in the way only a child’s heart could shatter. It was a look that shattered a parent’s heart before a single word was spoken. 

“What’s wrong?” Mia asked, seeing the tears in Sally’s eyes though she knew exactly what was wrong. 

Part of Mia had been waiting for this moment all evening, dreading it, knowing it was a matter of time. All the distractions were gone now. Sally realized what was missing from her perfect day and that crushed her. It was a pain Mia knew Sally was growing used to. It was a pain that Mia would do anything to take away from her. 

“Why didn’t Daddy come?” 

Tom froze by the microwave, bag of popcorn in his hand after turning to them. His heart broke for the little girl. This was a pain he didn’t know if he could ever take away from her. He wasn’t even sure if it ever going to be his place to try. The muscle in his jaw twitched with how tightly he clenched his teeth, biting off words and snarls that felt more fitting for his most recent character than himself. 

“I’m sure something important came up.” Mia carefully said, “I know he wanted to be here.”

“Something more important than me?” In the kitchen the bag of un-popped popcorn fell from Tom’s hand but no one, not even him, seemed to notice the sound of it slapping the floor. 

“Nothing’s more important than you.” Mia wrapped her arms around Sally and picked her up. 

“Then why didn’t he come?” 

“I don’t know, honey.” 

The little girl was clinging to her mother, crying into her damp hair. Mia’s heart broke for her daughter. Nothing she could say or do would change the fact that once again, Sally came in last place to her father. Mia looked helplessly to Tom, tears gathered in her own eyes. 

This is the pain of being a parent, her eyes told him. This was what trying to make their drunken impulsive marriage work came with. Was he really up for this? Was he ready for this? Could she trust him not to be another cause of this? Could she risk him being just another scar on the heart of a little girl through the rest of her life?

Tom stepped on the bag of popcorn as he came around the counter. He didn’t notice or care. The thought to busting the bag open didn’t even cross his mind. If it had burst underfoot, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“Why dosen’t he love me?” Sally sobbed into her mother’s shoulder. This was a pain well known to the little girl, he could see that in both their faces.

“I’m sure he loves you.” Mia whispered, rocking her newly five year old daughter as if she was still just her littlest girl and in that moment, she was.

Tom didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t begin to imagine the pain Sally was going through. Seeing it was enough to stab him in the heart repeatedly. Emotions warred within him that he couldn’t justify or explain. 

He couldn’t understand how a father would choose to do this to his daughter. Ray had said he would come and though Tom was not eager to meet the man, this wasn’t what he had expected to happen. Any shred of respect Tom had reserved for the father of his step daughter was ripped to shreds. 

How dare the man hurt Sally like this. How dare Ray hurt his daughter. 

How dare he hurt Tom’s daughter. 

His. 

Sally was his now. 

It wasn’t the first time she had been hurt by her father in such a way. It was clear in the defeated way she cried and her pleading questions that this wasn’t new. This was a repeated pain, a wound that was picked at every missed holiday and birthday. 

Without any way to fix things for them, Tom rested his hand on the small back to let her know he was there for her. It was all he could think to do, voicing the thoughts in his head wouldn’t help anyone and would likely be overstepping so he locked them within his heart. 

Mia’s eyes caught his and his brow wrinkled with concern. Mia’s eyes turned toward the ceiling as she fought back her own tears, breaking his heart for the two girls who had become central to his life. 

While Mia never wanted to see Ray again, she would have given anything for him to have been there for his daughter’s birthday. Sally mattered. Sally was important. Sally should have been his world, just like she was hers.

No matter how many times Mia was left sweeping up the pieces of her daughter’s shattered heart, Ray just didn’t seem to care. Mia was left helpless, no way to protect her daughter from the heartbreak without standing in the way of the relationship. 

Sally’s exhausted, red rimmed eyes peeked out from Mia’s shoulder after a while, her sobs died down into soft whimpers. They had stood there, Tom’s hand rubbing the little girl’s back while Mia rocked her. Her arms were tired and she couldn’t really feel one of her hands from below the wrist due to how she had locked them under Sally’s bottom to support her weight. Snot was smeared on Mia’s chest but she didn’t care. 

“I wish Tommy was my daddy,” Sally weakly whispered. 

The words caused Mia to clench her eyes shut. It hurt too much. A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and traced a wet path down her cheek. 

“I know,” She whispered back, voice wavering as Sally spoke the wish made in her little heart as she blew out her birthday candles. The same fleeting wish Mia had, standing poolside. 

“Tommy wouldn’t…” Whatever she was going to say Tom wouldn’t do was lost to them. Her words trailed off as exhaustion, mental, physical and emotional all overtook her. 

“She’s asleep,” Tom whispered. 

Hs own voice was thick with emotions he could hardly put words to but clearly spoken by the watery look Mia saw in his eyes. This little girl was someone he didn’t even know existed this time last month and yet he wanted nothing more than to swear attendance to every birthday party, holiday and event if it would mean she never had to feel that way again.

But it wouldn’t do any good. He wasn’t her father. While they all may wish in the deepest parts of their hearts that he could simply swoop in and replace him, Tom knew it wasn’t that simple. No matter what happened, Sally would likely long for her father for the rest of her life. 

“Do you want me to take her?” Tom whispered, not trusting his voice for anything more. 

“No,” Mia also whispered, holding her heart tighter in her arms. “Can you get the door?” 

~~~~~<3

Mia closed the door to Sally’s room behind her and leaned against it for a moment. There was no way she could calm the raging sea of emotions coursing through her. 

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to throw things. She wanted to block Ray. She wanted to call him and demand answers. She wanted to demand Tom never leave. She wanted to demand he get it over with and leave. She wanted to kiss him. 

“Are you alright?” Tom had been waiting in the hallway as she set Sally in her bed and covered her back up. 

“No,” Rubbing her hands down her face she tried to gather her thoughts. “But I will be.” 

“What can I do?” Tom couldn’t help how helpless he felt. He didn’t care what it was he had to do, he wanted to fix this for her. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, he would do it for her. 

“Leave?” Mia said unsure, not really thinking.

“I’m sorry?” 

“Just go. Get it over with.” Tears welled in Mia’s eyes. She couldn’t look at him as she walked past him. 

He grabbed her wrist as she passed, not allowing her to escape the conversation she had unintentionally started. Her words had struck him like a knife in the chest. It was a pain he could physically feel. 

 Hadn’t he done enough? Hadn’t he proved himself yet? What more did she need from him to see? What would it take for her to trust him?

“No,” He said it harsher than he intended, then said it again softer. “Can’t you see?” 

“See what?” Mia weakly tugged at her trapped wrist, not having the energy to fight, not having the energy to try. 

“That I am not going anywhere. That I care. That I- That no matter what happens I will be there for her. I am not going to just be another man to walk out of her life, to throw her away, to throw either of you away.” There was so much more he wanted to say but his throat grew tight before he could get the words out. 

“Tom, just-” She rose her arm, trying to yank her wrist free with more effort this time. 

He kissed her then, holding her wrist firmly in the air. He didn’t know what was going to happen, he hadn’t thought it through. It was a impulsive action, lips on hers to silence the hurtful way she pushed him away again and again. 

He couldn’t put voice to it. There were no words for it just yet, at least none he could put together, that he was brave enough to put together. This way, maybe she would see it. Maybe she would feel all the things crashing inside him. 

At first, she was stiff as a board. He could feel the tension in her body through his hand around her wrist. But after a heartbeat, he felt her relax. 

“Please,” He pleaded, pulling a hair’s breath away, “Stop pushing me away.” 

His lips brushed against hers as he spoke. She could feel the shape of the words as each formed on his lips. Tears fell freely from her brown eyes, there was nothing she could do to contain them any longer. 

“Tom,” Her whimper of his name was cut off by his lips again against hers. 

This wasn’t alright. This wasn’t safe. She shouldn’t give in. Again and again she told herself theses things but his plea circled in her mind as his lips caressed hers. When his grip on her wrist slackened, her wrist slipped through his fingers. 

Then he was weaving his fingers through hers. His hand was warm against her palm, pushing the back of her hand and his fingers against the wall behind them. His arm was around her waist, holding her to him. 

When had it gotten there? She didn’t know. 

The cool wall pressed against her shoulders as she backed into it, unaware her feet had been moving in the slightest. 

Every action he took was carefully calculated to try to avoid hurting her and yet she had shot him every chance she had gotten. 

Her heart screamed at her. It screamed how she had been the biggest fool in the world. What use did she have fighting it, fighting him?

Tom willed himself to stop. There was nothing in the world he wanted more right then to keep his lips against hers. Every fiber of his being wanted to show her just how much he cared for her but he had to stop himself. 

This was already too much. If anything more happened, he was sure to scare her away. This had to be enough for her to see. She had to see him. She had to see his heart now. She had to see too much. He needed her to see him, even if she saw too much. 

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She was breathing him in. He was everywhere. He surrounded her, arms on either side of her. She was wrapped around him, her leg clinging to his hips. He supported her, arm holding one thigh up and open. He was inside her, being welcomed into her most inner core. 

Through half lidded eyes, she struggled to focus on anything. The room spun thanks in part to the vast amount she had drank. Her brain felt like it was resting on a cloud, being pushed and pulled with every thrust into her.

He was in the very air she breathed. He was everywhere and everything. 

The soft panting moans falling from his parted lips were the most erotic sound she had heard in a very long time. They sent excitement through her veins. 

“More,” She whispered, wrapping her arm around his back, clinging to him.

Her fingers ran through the short curls on the back of his head, nails lightly scratching his scalp. Arching into him, she ran her hands along his sides and back.

“More.”

~~~~~<3~~~~~<3

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one bed, or whatever.

ELLIEWILLIAMS X READER!

WARNINGS: smut (not too detailed), enemies, one bed trope, slight cursing, this is literally such vanilla smut idk why it turned out like this.

one bed, or whatever.

(y/n) and Ellie hadn't gotten along, ever. Although her friends never understood the hatred they shared for one another, they all knew not to question it. Making sure to separate the two while planning events and meet ups to avoid their bickering and passionate conflict. It was clear whenever the two spoke it wasn't on good terms.

The group had planned a trip away over the school break. All eight friends staying in the one rented out apartment alongside the beach. The hour long drive hadn't taken effect among the friends, although the scorching sun beamed through the tinted windows of the vehicle.

Night fell rather quickly resulting in all eight of them to become tired. (y/n) marched into Vic and Martain's room. "You have to be kidding me!," She shouts rather angrily. She whips her head behind her in the doorway, meeting ellie's glaring eyes. "I am under no circumstances sharing a room with that jerk." (y/n) yells through gritted teeth in protest. Martian rolls his eyes and turns to Victoria "Who put them two together?" She yells in hopes one of the others will hear and answer her.

"Sorry." dina responds from down the hall. (y/n's) eyes widen at the sound of her voice. "You traitor!" She marches down the hall barging Ellie's strong shoulder as she passes her. "Hey! Watch it asshole." Ellie grumbles charging in the opposite direction. "I hate you." She whispers to the taller girl, almost admiring her enemies muscular frame. "It's mutual sweetheart." (y/n) shudders at the name before rerouting her course to Dina and Jesse's room.

"How could you," The silky haired girl speaks burning her brown eyes into Dina's. She smiles almost evilly. "I don't understand why you two hate each other so much." Dina explains, continuing to make the bed Jesse is comfortably laying in. "Because she's a dick." (y/n) says bluntly. "I heard that." Ellie yells from across the apartment. "Meant it." She shoots back. Jesse laughs. "This isn't funny, I'm being serious. I'll just go down to the beach and drown myself right now." She says scarily serious. Dina holds back a giggle before placing her hand on (y/n's) arm.

"(y/n) honey," Dina starts. "I'm sure she won't hate you by the end of the night, sharing a room might do you some good?" (y/n) scoffs. "Just do something nice for her." Jesse adds looking rather pleased with himself. "Like what? Eat her out." (y/n) suggests sarcastically. Jesse nods "That'll do it!". "Jesus I was kidding." "I wasn't." (y/n) looks at the two with a scared look. "Maybe when Dina's mad at you that works for you, but I'm not you guys," A half nervous, half angry look in painted across her freckle scattered face. "Trust me I'm glad I'm not you guys."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Jesse speaks, his hand over his exposed chest acting hurt with a funny expression. (y/n) storms out of the twos room.

Ellie wasn't having much luck either. "Please, just let me sleep in here." She begs. "No way, me and Laura barely get any time to ourselves cause we have to break the two of you up." Jason says. "I'll sleep on the floor, I'm not kidding." Ellie says in hope to change his mind. He audibly rolls his eyes. "Don't act like you aren't the littlest bit excited to be sleeping in the same room." He pokes. Ellie stands tall expecting his comment. "I'm not acting." She stays sternly. "Mhm." "I'm not!"

"(y/n's) gorgeous, you're hot what is there to be mad about?" "She's (y/n), she hates me remember?" Ellie scratches the back of her neck. "Either let me sleep in here or we'll be one person down by the morning." Jason laughs at her comment. "I doubt you have that in you." He says. "I'm not talking about me, she'll kill me. Literally, she get on top of me and slash me right in the chest." Jason cocks a brow. "She won't slash you but she might get on top of you." Ellie slumps in defeat before turning around and shutting the door behind her.

TIMESKIP

(y/n's) hair falls over her face as she flops helplessly on the bed. Her skinny body doesn't dare to move as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breathes are deep and relaxed, breathing in the salty air wafting in through the window that's slightly a jar. Her head turns to the windows direction admiring the view. Waves crashing and the twinkling street lights light up the half busy street. The nonexistent night breeze sends small goosebumps to her exposed legs.

"You've got to be kidding me," (y/n) snaps out of her moment of content. "One bed?" Ellie stands in the door way almost reaching the top due to her height. "Yeah, and I'm sleeping in it." She groans. "Flip a coin." Kara yells from down the hall. "Sleep together." Jason shouts. "I second that!" Ben adds.

"Shut up!" They both scream in unison before Ellie slams the door. "I'm not sleeping on the floor." She voices, slipping her shirt off revealing her toned body. (y/n) examines ellie in the dim light. The way her sweatpants lay loosely on her hips, and her dirty blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." (y/n) scrunches up her face mimicking Ellie. "I'm taking the bed." Ellie announces walking towards the bathroom to unpack.

"Wouldn't be so sure." ellie almost wants to punch her in the face right there that second. Her face shows the thoughts she shamelessly thinking. "Look," She stops in her tracks. "I'll do something for you." (y/n) voices, sitting up on the velvety bed. Ellie looks (y/n) up and down, her bra strap peeking through her t-shirt. "Yeah? 'n what's that?" Ellie asks half curious, half knowing.

"I'll have sex with you." She blurts out mildly proud. She stops for a moment, her heart silently beating out of her chest. "Deal." 

Ellie stood confidently right where she was, (y/n) on the other hand awkwardly shuffling her way.  The fresh cotton sheets dipped as she rose to her feet. Ellie smirked at her sudden shyness. "Don't be shy now, sweetheart." Her words echoed throughout her head, mildly intoxicated on the suspense. "Not shy," (y/n) paused looking shirtless Ellie up and down. "Just patient." Ellie uttered something incoherent. Her hand slipped under the loose elastic of (y/n's) pants waistband. Her fingers caressed the soft skin beneath them, arousing her even more.

The two made eye contact but something clicked as did their eyes. Ellie admired her full eyelashes, as they battered at her. The deep brown almost mesmerising her, a smile toying on her lips. "You're so beautiful." Ellie almost scoffed. "You hate me remember?" She reminded her, gripping onto her waist tighter. "I do."

With that, she towed her head down to level with her own. Their lips made contact, the feeling almost heavenly. The kiss began to become more hungry and intense, their mouths moving in sync. Ellie slipped her tongue into (y/n's) mouth earning a low moan. "Keep going." Ellie purred, pulling her closer with a firm and swift movement. (y/n) smiled into the kiss before letting her hands roam past her shoulders and neck.

They made their way over to the bed, letting the lust shared between them take over. (y/n) attached her lips to Ellie's exposed neck, licking and sucking. Marks developing as the air grew hotter. Ellie's sweet cologne hung in the air arousing (y/n) even more. Her button nose filling up with her scent. "Fuck this." Ellie groaned, as (y/n) worked her neck. (y/n) made her way down to her toned stomach. She took a second to take in the view. How her sweatpants lay low on her hips, teasing her eyes. Her stomach solid, huffing up and down from (y/n's) actions.

The two made eye contact before she took off her sweatpants leaving her in nothing but a bra. (y/n) cocked a brow. "No underwear?" She asked, almost teasing Ellie. She laughed before pushing her head back down to her heat. (y/n) licked a long stride up her core stopping at her clit. Ellie watched as (y/n) worked away at her, letting out muffled groans. Her strong hand holding onto her hair, guiding her.

(y/n's) pretty face was buried in Ellie's pussy. She licked and suck anywhere she could, tasting how good Ellie tasted, (y/n) hummed. Ellie couldn't help but moan out her name. Her thighs crept in on her head. (y/n's) hands made their way to her legs to keep them steady. "Uh uh," Ellie warned her. "No touching." (y/n) groaned, remembering she had agreed to do something for Ellie and not just herself. Although it felt as though (y/n) was the one being done the favour.

(y/n) could tell how much Ellie wanted this.  She had dreamt of this happening one way or another. Even though Ellie hates (y/n's) guts, she didn't mind Her going down on hers. She often wanted to shut her up by kissing her. (y/n) stopped. "What was that for?" Ellie asks out of breath. "Spread your legs baby."

Ellie shakes her head before flipping the two over. "My turn." Ellie grips onto (y/n's) thighs before lowering herself onto (y/n). Their pussies meet with wet sound filling the room. They both let out a string of curses. "Fuck I hate you." Ellie voices as she picks up a speed. The twos clits clash against each other eagerly. "I hate you too." (y/n) manages to let out before moaning Ellie's name. "Doesn't sound like it." She laughs almost evilly before grinding harder onto (y/n). The noises of their heats intertwining filled the room.

Ellie made sure to observe (y/n's) expression. She watched as her brows knit together as she became rough, letting her clit glide over her own. She looks down at where they are connected to one another, moaning at the sight. "Fuck." "Don't stop." (y/n) cries, shutting her eyes and arching her back. "Not planning on it," she picks up the pace a little. "Trust me."

"What do you really think of me baby?" Ellie asks out of breath, keeping a steady pace on top. (y/n) is almost lost touch with reality. The feeling of Ellie on top of her so overwhelming with pleasure she can't think straight, literally. "I," she struggles to talk without a moan screwing it up. "Your stuck up," She starts, trying her hardest to make eye contact with Ellie. She chuckles when she feels (y/n) tensing up underneath her. "Your a jerk," (y/n) pushes up against Ellie earning a soft moan to escape from her lips. "an annoying little-" (y/n) struggled to form another sentence but Ellie got the memo.

"Liar." She whispers into (y/n's) ear. She almost screams out her name right their, but coughs out a groan as her ego couldn't handle that. "You want me to do this everyday. To make you feel good," (y/n) masks a smile shaking her dull head. "To kiss you and touch you." "Yes!" (y/n) screams out. "I want you to kiss me." Ellie smirks followed by a chuckle. "All you had to do was ask baby." She lowers her face down to (y/n's) before planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I'm gonna come." (y/n) let's out before kissing Ellie once again. Her kiss was intoxicating, taking over all her senses. Ellie just hums in response not wanting to part from (y/n). They two reach their highs and rose it out. Sofia flops off of (y/n) exhausted. Hands intertwined.

"I don't hate you." (y/n) says looking over to the sweaty girl next to her. "Could of sworn you did." Ellie says jokingly before pulling her into a hug.

"Just to be clear we are not giving the others the satisfaction of knowing they were right." Ellie speaks with seriousness. "100%" (y/n) agrees.

A/N: i felt like writing, not sure what this is help. i have never in my life written NSFW type of stuff before so don't judge, please and thank you.

#elliewilliams #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou #wlw #lesbian #wlw ns/fw #enemies to lovers #one bed trope #sapphic #ns/fw #queer

[citruscitrushope]

Okay

1. Do you think his hair is straight or curly?

2. Ruikasa headcanons

3. Tenma sibling headcanons

That's all I can think of rn but I'll come back with more if I think of anything else.

1. Curly, he straightens it because he thinks he looks silly but Rui and Saki insist that he looks cute with his natural hair.

2. ♡ Both of them are horrible at taking care of themselves, but they will forever nag the other for also being bad with it ("Tsukasa-kun, it's really late, you should go to bed." "Nonsense, when I tell you the same thing you ignore me!")

♡ Tsukasa clothing thief 2023, none of Rui's jackets or hoodies are immune.

♡ Tsukasa unconsciously is very affectionate, hugging Rui and holding his hand without even realizing it, but when he tries to make a move on purpose he freezes, which Rui finds very cute. Not that used to affection, struggles a bit with saying he wants it, but Rui's getting quite good at figuring it out.

♡ Rui isn't usually flustered, but sometimes Tsukasa very much has that effect on him, very easily gets him to blush. The most publicly affectionate of the two, though Tsukasa is more likely to be in private.

♡ Once they get older and start living together, Rui makes Tsukasa a teddy bear for if they ever have to be separated, if he hugs it Rui's voice says that he loves him. Tsukasa may or may not have started happy sobbing when he first saw it, and may or may not have tried to figure out how to do something similar for him.

3. ☆ Saki often practices hair and makeup techniques on Tsukasa, and he is very happy to help his darling sister! (It may or may not have contributed to what I like to call The Great Tsukasa Gender Crisis that he eventually has-)

☆ Sometimes they have little sleepovers together in one of their bedrooms, just like when they were little kids, inviting Toya over if they can as well.

☆ He can and will spoil Toya and Saki rotten, they cannot escape it, if they want it and he hears about it they Will get it.

☆ The littlest gifts or gestures from his siblings can send him into happy tears, he loves them so much it's unbelievable-

☆ Very much dad jokes, Saki finds them corny but Toya thinks they're the pinnacle of comedy.

#project sekai #project sekai headcanons #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #saki tenma #toya aoyagi #ruikasa #mine ☆ #tenma siblings

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 8: Unexpected Visitor

Chapter 8 | Series Masterlist

2.6k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, angst, hurt/comfort, get your tissues out this one might hurt.

Eddie convinces you to stay the night at Steve's, practically begging until you relent and call your parents, saying you're staying at a friend's house and you'd be back in the morning. He’s like a giddy kid at a sleepover as he sets up the pull out for you both, 

“So this kind of pull out you can handle right?” Eddie snickers as he flops down on the bed,

“That’s heresy.”

“Edward.” You look pointedly at your stomach, "Are you really trying to convince me of all people that you have a strong pull out game?"

"Shut up and get over here already." Eddie pats the space beside him, you've barely planted your butt down before Eddie's arms are enveloping you and holding you tight,

"We've never slept together before," You narrow your eyes at Eddie in confusion,

"Well shit, then I must be a total nun."

"No, idiot, like actually slept. That time I stayed at your house I didn't sleep, plus I stayed on the floor." He's right, before you two became "official" you'd always dashed home before the post orgasm sleepiness could kick in, and after you became official your parents had made it clear that sleepovers were a no-go, not that it had done much to stop the pair of you, evidently.

Eddie eventually releases you from his arms so that you can undress, but you're not about to sleep naked in Steve's house so you remove your bra and replace the shirt you'd worn that day. With you back in the bed and settled on your back Eddie shifts to rest his head on your chest, happily listening to the steady beat of your heart. You stroke his hair, smoothing the frizzy curls until you feel his body relax further, breathing slowing down and unintelligible mumbles leaving his mouth as he drifts off to sleep. 

Eddie sleeps like the dead, you suspect Steve's house could be hit by a tornado and you'd find Eddie still asleep, mouth slightly agape as he snores, thoroughly unbothered. However, unlike the dead, Eddie moves around in his sleep, a lot. It's like sharing a bed with a toddler who drank about 5 cups of chocolate milk before they came to bed. He also sleep talks, mostly nonsense, but when he cries out for you, distress very plain in his voice you jolt out of your light sleep, shaking his shoulder to rouse him, Eddie sits bolt upright before he registers that it was you trying to wake him, 

"Hi," You speak softly, a little croaky since you were just drifting off to sleep yourself, "Everything okay?"

In the darkness you can just about see the outline of his head shaking no. 

"Do you want to talk to me about it?" You stretch out now, waking up more, another shake of Eddie's head, before he shuffles closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder,

"Can you just… Just hold me for a bit?" You smooth his hair against his head, wrapping an arm around Eddie's trembling form and stroking his soft cotton shirt.

"You're safe Eddie, I'm not letting anything bad happen to you, ever again." You whisper, kissing the top of his head, and Eddie buries his face into your shirt, desperate to feel you closer in any way he can. 

"Not me I'm scared for." You peer down at him as he mumbles, never quite meeting your eyes, "I'm scared 'm gonna lose you or both of you."

"I lost you once, do you really think you could get rid of me so easy? I'm afraid you're stuck with me, and the littlest Munson." Eddie laughs through his nose and hugs you a little tighter,

"I love you so much. More than anything." 

"I love you too." You return the squeeze cautiously, not wanting to hurt him. Eddie huffs,

"I'm not mad of glass, gimme a proper squeeze!" You giggle and squeeze him tight until he makes an oof sound,

"That's better." 

"So needy."

"Says you, squeezing me like this." Eddie teases, you can just about make out the small smile on his face in the darkness. 

You stay like this for a while, Eddie's speech becomes slurred as the sleep sets back in, once his breathing settles to a soft snore you wrap the covers securely around you both and then return your arms back around him, holding him close to you as you drift off to sleep.

“That is one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while.” Eddie beams at you as you blearily blink the sleep from your eyes,

“You must be joking. Do you not remember last night at all?” You attempt to move away from the entanglement of Eddie’s limbs but he pulls you back, ignoring your whines about your morning breath,

“Honestly, to only have one nightmare overnight it is a godsend. Did you not notice the bags under my eyes?”

“I just assumed Steve had hit you for being irritating.” You stick your tongue out at Eddie as he gestures dramatically to his under eyes.

“Mean!” Eddie tries to look hurt but his face refuses to comply, leaving an easy smile on his face, “Thank you for being sweet last night. I needed it. Unfortunately that does now mean that you are going to have to sleep with me every single night in case I need you again.”

“As lovely as that sounds, I do have to go home today.” Eddie pouts as you speak, “Don’t look at me like that, unlike you I’m not trying to disappear off the face of the Earth. Which reminds me. As soon as this whole Munson Murder business is straightened out, we are going to see Wayne, and you’re going to be honest with him.”

As you speak you can hear the stairs creaking, Steve appears with a hand clamped over his eyes,

“Okay cover up, I’m not trying to see anyone’s ass before 10am.” 

“Relax prude, no one’s ass is out.” Eddie is pulling up his jeans as he speaks, you opt to remain tucked under the blanket on the pullout. Steve hesitantly lifts his hand from his eyes, noticeably avoiding eye contact with you, fixing his eyes on Eddie instead,

“You should come upstairs, both of you. Eddie’s getting the closest thing to a pardon the police department will ever manage.”

“I fucking knew it!” Wayne points at the tv, splashing coffee onto the carpet with the exuberance of his gesture. “Told them. Told them it was that son of a bitch, not my boy. Never my boy.” 

“Did you hear? Did you see it??” Dustin calls as he enters Max’s room, he is met with several shushes from the group around Max’s bedside, Dustin rushes over to the source of their fascination, and then he sees Max's fingers gripping Lucas’ hand, her knuckles white. 

“I asked her if she knew I was here. I said if she could hear me to squeeze my hand.” Lucas’ eyes are brimming with tears as he squeezes her hand back. 

“Robin. Robin. Robin! Just shh for one second!” Nancy cranks the radio in her car up, both girls fall silent as they hear Powell’s voice. 

“Holy shit. Hopper did it.” Robin sits back in her seat, “I didn’t think he’d manage it. I thought for sure we were going to be hiding Eddie for the rest of his life.”

Your mother nearly burns her hand on the iron in her hand as she listens to the tv your father is watching, she whips around, iron still in hand and stares at your father, both wordless. Minutes pass, the newscaster moves onto the next item and leaves your parents in their stunned silence. Your father breaks first,

“Well guess we owe someone an apology.” Your mother nods in silent agreement. “She must be back soon surely.”

“Eddie? You still with us?” You tap Eddie’s arm, hoping to pull his gaze from the tv in Steve’s living room,

“They said… I didn’t do it.” You nod, intertwining your fingers with his, “I don’t have to run or hide anymore.” 

“Told you if anyone could help it would be Hopper.” Steve speaks up, not looking up from the tv, but a smile playing on his lips, not smug, just genuinely happy to have been able to help his friend.

“Thank you. So much. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you that it could be fixed.” Eddie pulls Steve into a hug, nearly knocking him off his feet with the sudden affection.

“You really didn’t need to drive me home. I could have walked.”

“Like Eddie would have let you do that.” Steve snorts, as he keeps his gaze on the road,

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. And I… appreciate you looking out for Eddie.” 

“He’s a good person, nothing like I thought he’d be.” Steve tails off for a moment, “Okay I gotta know, you and Munson. How in the hell did that happen?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Steve shakes his head,

“He gets weird when we ask him, said he didn’t think he should tell us because it's private. Which leads me to believe it's weird.” 

You weigh your options for a moment, “Nah, Eddie’s right. That’s private.”

“So it's definitely weird.” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You deadpan as Steve parks on the driveway, “You don’t have to wait for me. I need to shower and probably talk to my parents who have almost certainly seen the news by now.” 

The talk you had with your parents had been weird, them apologising for not allowing you the support you deserved because of how they thought of Eddie. How they wished they could take it back, apologise to him. And you, unable to tell them that Eddie was in fact alive because he’d asked you to let him see Wayne before you dropped that bombshell on them. 

You step out of your bedroom from your shower and start a little at the sight of your mother sitting on the end of your bed,

“Can we have a girl talk? A quick one.” 

“Sure…” 

“Your father didn’t see him but I saw Steve Harrington dropping you back at the house, and I can see the marks on your neck.”

“Mom, I - “ Your mother holds up a hand, 

“I really, really don’t need to know the details. I know what hormones are like when you’re pregnant. Just, be careful. Okay?” You’re offered an uncomfortable smile and your mother leaves you to get dressed and pack your bag for your afternoon plans.

You say goodbye to your parents and your mother gives you a knowing smile as you say you’ll be home later which makes you want to laugh because she is so off the mark, but so confident she knows exactly what's going on.

Well, maybe she’s not so off the mark. You are heading back to Steve’s, just not to see the man she thinks. You walk straight into the basement as soon as you arrive at Steve's, finding Eddie chewing at his nails, bouncing his knees as he sits on the sofa.

“Ready to go?” 

Eddie chews the side of his mouth, “I’m nervous.”

“I’d be nervous too if Wayne was about to beat my ass into the next century.” You smile sweetly and hold a hand out to Eddie, pulling him up onto his feet.

“Helpful sweetheart.” Eddie pulls you close, “At least I’ll have you with me.”  

You knock at Wayne’s door, then stepping back to allow the door to open and also for Eddie to stand in front of you, who then tries to step behind you,

“Didn’t realise you were coming over tod-” Wayne stops dead in his tracks as he lays on eyes on his nephew. 

“You.”

“Hi uncle Wayne.” Eddie waves awkwardly, not sure how to proceed. 

“You little shit.” Eddie is hauled into the trailer by his collar, akin to a cat being pulled out from the garbage. You offer a wave to a neighbour whose attention was drawn by the small struggle and step in the trailer behind them, taking a seat on the sofa. Wayne wastes no time in laying into Eddie,

“How DARE you? Just up and disappearing like that? Leaving me to find a dead body in my home?!” 

“I’m sorry, I was scared.” 

“Scared?? Boy how the hell do you think I felt when I saw that poor girl and you were nowhere to be found?! What the fuck were you thinking?! And then that poor boy having to tell me you were dead?”

“In my defence-”

“Oh in your defence. Please, I have to hear this.” Eddie glances to you on the sofa, 

“Oh Eddie, I’m not here to help you. Stress is bad for the baby, so I figured I’d let Wayne lay into you on my behalf.” Wayne nods at you and then whips his head between the both of you, 

“AND YOU LEFT HER? Just got her pregnant and dipped out like it wasn’t your problem?” Wayne is practically roaring,

“Can I speak?”

“Don’t you dare get smart with me right now boy.”

“Sorry. I never left her, not like that anyway. She didn’t get the chance to tell me about the baby before I disappeared. I asked Dustin to speak to you because I truly thought I was going to die.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I got caught up in something bad, and I got hurt badly.” Wayne’s expression softens slightly, as angry as he was he would never have wanted Eddie to be hurt, or scared.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Have someone call me when you were better?” 

Eddie shrugs, “I thought I could leave town, I had letters for you both. I thought it was best if I left. Thought you’d both be in danger if I stayed.”

“LETTERS?! Letters, Eddie? Letters? You think a letter is sufficient for that?” 

“If it makes you feel better Wayne, he had Dustin drop mine off.” Wayne stares at you as you speak then swings his head back to Eddie,

“Of all the foolish shit you’ve done this is taking the cake, boy.”

“Thanks for that babe.”

“No problem sweetie!” You respond to Eddie’s grouchy tone with a chipper one,

“Don’t you get shitty with her, that's the mother of your child you’re speaking to and you are going to have some serious grovelling to do to make this up to her. I mean it. Anything she wants, it's hers and you will make it happen. You hear me?”

“Yes sir.” 

“Do you need me to yell at him for anything else?” Wayne directs his question to you and you shake your head,

“I think you’ve covered the headlines.” Wayne nods and turn his attention to Eddie, pulling him into a tight hug,

“I’m sorry Wayne. I know I screwed up.”

“I know, I know how sorry you are. You know I still love you right? You could be the most foolish idiot in the world, which you have been and it wouldn’t change the fact that you are my boy. My son.”

Eddie flinches as those last two words leave Wayne’s lips, he’d always thought of Wayne as his father since he’d moved in. Mused on how maybe he’d be less messed up if it was true. Maybe the thought of being a father wouldn’t scare him so much if Wayne had been his father instead of his uncle. 

“Shit. My kid’s gonna be so lucky to have you as their grandpa.” Eddie manages to speak holding back his tears but when his uncle's own tears start to flow he loses it, “Only the best dads get promoted to grandpa you know.” 

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