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luveline · 2 months

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I adore your 'kisses before dinner' au. Bethie has my entire heart <3!!!

Is it possible to request a fic where Bethie is in a stage of wanting to dress similarly and wear makeup like mom!reader? And Steve catches the lovely moment of them getting together for their mommy/daughter date and marvels at his pretty girls? 🥹<3

thank you for requesting!! mom!reader

“I want to wear blue.”

“Yes,” you say, dragging out the soft ‘s’. “Your favourite colour out of all of the colours, mommy remembers.”

Bethie smiles and looks down at your feet. “Yeah, mommy.”

You reach for her face, cupping it in two loving hands to encourage her to look up again. Your fingers cover the side of her heads, your thumb rubbing sweet, gentle circles into her cheeks. “You know how you told dad you wanted to dress like me?”

“Yeah,” she says, holding your wrist. She has very little hands, even for her age.

“Well, I’ve got us dresses that are nearly the same one, and they’re blue. Should we have a look at them?”

You and Bethie kneel by the dresser to unearth the paper bag you’ve tucked away in the bottom drawer under Steve’s socks and underwear. Bethie waits patiently, quiet and still, her hand tucked under her legs to stop from snatching. You admire her dedication to being well-behaved. “Baby, you can touch them! They’re for us!”

Steve gets really worried about Bethie being shy, and he can’t understand it. “You aren’t shy!” he’d said to you before, “And I’m not shy, I don’t get it, I really don’t. All her favourite people are loud.”

“We aren’t shy now, Steve. But you were a quiet kid, right? That’s what your mom said.”

“My mom would tell you the sun is blue to spite me.” But he’d conceded. Steve doesn’t mind if Bethie’s shy, he just wants what’s best for her, and being shy can be awful.

Building her confidence was a big reason behind these mommy-daughter dates. Building her confidence, tackling Avery’s want for affection (which she deserves to have), and getting Dove out of the house —you love getting to have them one on one. You and Steve are gonna switch out after this set. He had big plans for his dates.

You’re trying to keep it simple. You and Bethie pull on your matching dresses and dark tights while your shoes wait for you downstairs. You'd tackled her hair that morning, leaving makeup as your last port of call. “Alright,” you command, patting your lap where you sit cross-legged on the floor, “come here, sweetpea.”

She lets out one of those happy-excited gasps that only kids seem to be able to make and hurries into your lap. You hear Steve’s footsteps on the stairs as she sits, your pretty husband edging open the door with his foot to peek inside. You smile at him, hoping it says to come inside.

“Can I have, um, lip gloss? The pink one? That you always say gives sticky kisses?” Bethie asks.

“Yeah, for sure. I thought we’d powder your face first, how’s that?”

She nods and closes her eyes. You pout at Steve, summoning him to sneak to the bed so he can see her tightly squeezed eyelids and her lips puckered for gloss. He puts his hand on his heart.

He melts more and more as you go. Bethie relaxes her eyes the longer her makeup takes, though you only add little tiny dabs of everything. A dusting of powder, a short patting of crème blush on her cheeks.

“Last but not least,” you say, gliding the pad of the lip gloss applicator over her bottom lip. “Rub your lips together.”

“Like this?” She rubs her lips, gloss spreading up into her cupid’s bow and under her nose.

You wipe the smudge away with your pinky nail. “Perfect.”

“You can say that again.”

Steve doesn’t sound like he’s joking. He clutches the fabric of his t-shirt just below his heart, totally in love as Beth opens her eyes to smile at him shyly. “You look amazing,” he says, fingers tapping his chest in emphasis. “Beth, you look so pretty.”

“You think so?”

Steve sits on the end of the bed to hold her hand. He’s soft with his touches, caressing her arm with his other hand as he says, “Of course I do. How about you blow mommy off and go on a date with me tonight instead?”

She giggles. “No, daddy!”

“You don’t wanna go out with me instead?” He ruffles his hair. “Is it the way I look?”

“No, me and mom are gonna go to the pizza party at the bowling alley,” she says.

“I like bowling.”

“For time together,” she says, flopping into Steve’s arms to hug his front. “It’s okay, dad, I’m coming back.”

“You are?” He kisses her forehead, meeting your eyes over her head, fondness in their slight squint and furrow of his brow. “That’s good. Miss you too much if you didn’t.”

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penfz · 9 months

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The Itadoris

SukunaXFemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Reader reminisces on why she’s so grateful for the Itadori family, while Sukuna wonders why he allows himself to be surrounded by the two people in his life he calls “brats”.

A/N: I was planning on writing a whole story based on the stories “The Itadoris” and “Fcukin’ Brats” . But I think I like the idea of having random stories about it, better.

Sukuna x FemReader Masterlist

Snow white hair, and bright blue eyes behind dark rounded sunglasses.

Sukuna was convinced that this man had to be Aika's father. Meaning, this would be Y/N's ex.

But why did he have to be left by himself in the house, with him?!

“So you’re dating Y/N, am I right?” The white hair male asked. "Yeah." Sukuna gave a short one worded answer, he didn't want to talk to the ex. In fact, he wanted to get rid of him all together! "I'm Satoru by the way." Satoru finally introduced. "Sukuna." Sukuna wasn't having it. "How did you and Y/N meet?" "Work." "Oh, didn't think she would actually date her colleague." Satoru laughed lightly. "Do look like her type though.

Is this guy comparing me to him!?

"Satoru, stop being annoying." Y/N commented as she walked back into the living room. "That's so mean YN." Satoru commented as Y/N looked at Sukuna. "I thought I heard your voice." Y/N mentioned as she sat down beside Satoru.

Did she really just sit down beside her ex!?

"Sorry if my brother is annoying." Y/N continued.

Her what?

"Your brother?" Sukuna slowly questioned. Was he hearing things? "Yeah, Satoru is my half brother. Same mother, different dads."Y/N explained. "Thank lord for our mom's strong genes that Aika got a lot of her grandmother's traits, and not her father's."

Putting two and two together, this would explain Aika's strong resemblance to Satoru's physical looks, it's her uncle. And it would explain the hair dye in the bathroom. Y/n's hair is originally a snow white colour, not black.

"Hi uncle Satoru!" An excited voice called out, with the sound of footsteps following right after. "Well if it isn't my favourite person ever!" Satoru called back as Aika ran to him to hug. She was so excited, her uncle was often busy and didn't get a chance to visit. He called often though, checking up on both her and Y/N.

But she saw something, a glimpse of pink hair as she ran to her uncle. And as Aika let go, she looked over behind her to the other couch. And she was right.

"Suki?" "Hey sweetheart." Sukuna grinned as Aika quickly made her way to him... and launched herself at him into a hug. "Oh look, your favourite person ran off." Y/N teased as Gojo pouted playfully.

Of course Gojo knew of Sukuna, or ‘Suki’, as Aika called him, for Aika would always tell him on the phone about Yuuji and ‘Suki’. For awhile Gojo thought she was speaking about her classmates, and even thought ‘Suki’ was a female. All his guesses were wrong in the end.

Gojo had only figured out that ‘Suki’ wasn’t a female when Aika had asked if she could write her story on Father’s Day, on ‘Suki’. Gojo had to ask why she would want to list her classmate as a “father”, to which Aika replied in a confused manner, that ‘Suki’ is her babysitter’s big brother. Well that cleared up all the confusion Gojo had Lol.

“So that’s ‘Suki’.” Gojo said with a smile. "Yeah, why?" Y/N/ asked. "You know him? "Aika mentioned him to me." "... saying what?" Y/N asked. What could her daughter be saying about a man like Sukuna? "She asked me what a dad is supposed to be like."Gojo explained. "I told her they're supposed to be like you Y/N, like a mother. They take care of you, protect you, feed you. And she told me that she wanted to write her Father’s Day homework on ‘Suki’ here, because he does all those things for her and Yuuji.”

Y/n was silent for a moment. When she had originally put up the want ad for a babysitter, she was unsure if this was the right thing to do. She didn't just trust anyone with her daughter. But Yuuji proved to her that she could. For he took care of her and protected her, with Sukuna doing the same.

Yuuji once said that he wished that you and Aika had got to spend more time with his grandfather, said he was a stubborn and hard headed old man like Sukuna. But he was also kind in his own way. Yuuji had said that his grandfather would have really enjoyed yours and Aika’s company. You began to wish the same, your heart breaking when you had news of his passing.

An older man had greeted her, told her if she needed any help, she had a couple of grandsons that could help her, even help her watch Aika if she needed. He had said his youngest grandson was a kind looking one, but his oldest was a bit mean looking, but he means well. It wasn't long after that she had found out that he had passed away. But the older man was right along, for she didn't just have Yuuji watching her daughter, Sukuna had always been there too.

"You alright?" Gojo asked, taking in his sister's gesture. Her eyes were downcast, and her expression was sad, but content. "Yeah." Y/N answered with a smile. "I just never knew how much the Itadori's have truly taken care of Aika, I'm grateful for them."

Gojo smiled at this, as Sukuna and Aika were having their own conversation.

"Is Yuuji here too?" Aika asked as she stood before Sukuna. "No, it's just me that came by. The brat's doing homework, like how you should be." Sukuna mentioned. "You came by yourself?" Aika questioned. Before a large grin spread across her face. Sukuna stared back for a bit... why was she smiling like that? "Did you come by to see my mom, Suki?" Aika questioned with that grin, her tone almost teasing.

Sukuna paused, caught off guard. Why was he getting embarrassed by this child.

"What's it to you brat?" Sukuna asked back. "So you do have a crush on my mom." Aika pushed further, SUkuna getting caught off guard again. "And who says I do?" "Well, you always come by to see my mom." "Who says I'm not coming to see you?" "Cause you see me all the time at your place." "We're talking about work." "No you're not. Mom says she never takes her work home."

Sukuna was running out of comebacks.

"What do you want brat, for you to just keep this to yourself?" Sukuna questioned.

Aika grinned again.

"Me and Yuuji want to go to the carnival." Aika proclaimed. "Seriously? We had this discussion, and it was a no." Sukuna answered back. "You asked what I wanted." Aika pouted.

She was right, he did ask her that.

"Fine." Sukuna gave in annoyed. "Yay!" Aika cheered, her arms going up in the air. "Can I borrow your phone Suki?" "For what?" Sukuna raised a brow, handing the phone to the child as he did. "I have to call Yuuji." She explained ash she held his phone... she didn't know what to do.

Sukuna sighed once more as he called Yuuji's phone.

"Hi Suku-nii." Yuuji answered almost immediately. "Hi Yuuji, it's Aika." "Oh! Why do you have Sukuna's phone?" Yuuji questioned. "Is he at your house?" "Yeah he came by to visit my mom." Aika blurted out, Sukuna's eyes going wide with that confession. Did she just not agree to keep this to herself!? Wtf! "Suki said he'll take us to the carnival." "Oh really?" Yuuji answered surprised, as the information of Sukuna visiting Y/N went right over his head. "Yeah, but you have to keep Suki's secret too." Aika explained. "Of Sukuna visiting your mom? But I told you Sukuna likes your mom." Yuuji answered back.

With that, Sukuna swiped the phone.

"Do your homework brat." Sukuna demanded. What the fcuk do these 2 talk about. "Hey, that's mean. And I'm keeping your secret to ya know." Yuuji pouted on the other line. "Whatever." Sukuna gritted back. "Just finish your homework before the weekend, we can go out then." "Okay." Yuuji answered cheerfully.

"Sooooo, are you coming home tonight?" Yuuji questioned. "Goodbye!" Sukuna yelled back and hung up.

Extra:

Gojo was absolutely laughing his head off now, while Y/N pouted.

“Y/N, you’re dating your colleague, who is also the babysitter’s brother, who ALSO just happens to be your neighbour?!” The laughter and teasing wouldn’t stop.

Y/N continued her pouting. This was the last time she tells her big brother about her love life.

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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Changes Epilogue - Scott McCall x Reader

Paring: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

Warning: Labor and stuff...

And a BIG thank you to my Beta who did this even though she wasn’t feel well! @lets-imagine-fanfics

Last Chapter! I hope youuuu enjoy!!

Pictures for this ending!

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It’s been months since you and Scott had complete the bond. Working out how it worked had been a task but you’d finally managed, with the help of Deaton to find out all the perks and downsides. You were currently sat in the school cafeteria with the pack.

The perks of being true mate are, you can speak to each other through thoughts, however, it does require concentration. Another perk is you can channel Scott’s True Alpha power if you need to, though you had only done it once and that was because Liam and Jackson had been fighting and bitching while everyone was trying to train and you’d had just about enough.

Your eyes had changed colour after the bonding, which you found strange. Once you’d ask Deaton, he’d explained that an Alpha’s mate also known as a Luna, should have similar eyes to omega's except the blue is a lot darker. However, as a true mate, the most submissive wolf of the two gains the ability to channel the stronger wolfs power there for mixing the eye colours together.

So the result was pinky-purple eyes. Personally, you found it weird but Scott always went on to say that you had unique eyes and that they were beautiful. Derek actually agreed, apparently, he thought to have eyes like yours meant you were special and being special was never a bad thing.

Your bond with the pack had grown through the past few months. The younger teens of the group now came to you for help or advice despite the fact that you are actually the newest wolf of the group.

“Liam, get your ass of your brother before I decide you're not too god damn old for time out!” You snapped as you sat down with your glass of orange juice.

“Sorry, mom!” Liam answered back cheekily, knowing it pissed you off.

Melissa strolled into the room with a coffee and her work clothes on. She and Scott had recently been talking about moving into the Hale house permanently mainly because bills were too much and Scott wanted his mom not the work so much.

She sat next to you and held out her cup for you. You took it with a grateful smile but as the scent of the coffee hit your nose full force you began gagging. Melissa and Scott frowned as she followed you to the bathroom. She held back your hair as you threw up everything from this morning.

“Honey, are you okay?” She asked softly, stroking your face as you sat up with tears in your eyes.

“This is the second time this week…” You muttered fearfully the only thought crossing your mind is that you caught some sort of fucked up werewolf disease.

“Y/N! BABY! YOU OKAY? I CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN AND SADNESS!” Scott screamed as he skidded down the hall before backtracking to see you sat there next to the toilet.

“Again?” He asked with concern lacing his voice.

You shot him a nod as Melissa muttered to wait here before running downstairs. Scott bent down to hold you tightly against his chest as he muttered words of comfort. Melissa ran downstairs to see Chris and Derek were the only ones in sight.

“You two!” She yelled as she pointed at them both. They looked up in shock before nodding and the same time.

“Go to the store and get loads of pregnancy tests!” She demanded with wide eyes.

“Melissa don’t tell me yo-”

“Christopher Argent I went through menopause two years ago. Your sperm ain’t that magical.” Melissa sassed, cocking her hip to one side.

“So who?” Derek asked with amusement in his tone.

“Chris doesn’t have super sperm but turns out my son might! GOOOOO I WANNA KNOW IF I’M GONNA BE A GRANDMA!” She yelled impatiently. Chris and Derek’s eyes widened as they took in what you said before they started scrambling about like getting that test was now their only goal in life.

“Why is Der spazzing out like he switched places with me?” Stiles asked as he came into the room with Peter.

“I think Y/N's pregnant.” Melissa puttered before telling them to keep it quiet.

“OH MY GOD! YES!” Stiles screamed before glancing at Peter. He held out his fist and unexpectedly, Peter gave him a fist bump.

Five minutes later Chris and Derek ran in sweating and panting with two carrier bags. Melissa grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen before making her way upstairs. She hid the tests in her room before taking the cup the bathroom.

“Sweetie, can you pee in this cup, please? I know it’s gross but I need to run a few tests and this is the easiest way.” You gave her a nod before she and Scott left leaving you to do what she asked. After you’d done she took the sample and walked to her room leaving you and Scott to worry.

Melissa dipped about 20 pregnancy tests in the sample before putting the lids on the end and waiting. She turned her back not wanting to watch but all the same wanting to watch every second. After she looked at her watch for what seemed to be the millionth time she finally deemed it time. She spun around and stared down processing what she was seeing.

There laid 20 pregnancy test and every single one was positive. Melissa tried to contain her excitement as she ran to yours and Scott’s bedroom you now shared. She was panting and had a giant smile on her face as she reached the door.

“There is nothing wrong. You’re perfectly healthy just like a werewolf should be.” She said as she took a breath to calm down.

“So why do I keep throwing up?” You asked with a frown.

“It’s nothing bad just you might wanna start eating a little more and coming to see me for check-ups.” Melissa gave you a small smile but her response made you worry even more. If nothing was wrong why would you need to go for check-ups? That’s when it clicked.

Nothing wrong = This is good news

Eat more = Eating for two

Check-ups = Ultrasounds

“OH. MY. GOD. SCOTT MCCALL, YOU ARE DEAD!” You screamed as you launched at him with glowing pink eyes.

“WHAT WHY!?” He screamed as he ran out the bedroom with you running after him.

“YOU AND YOUR DICK ARE DEAD!” You screamed as he ran downstairs in the living area where Peter, Derek, Stiles and Chris were sat.

“WHAT THE HELL DID MY DICK DO!?” He squealed as you tried to hop over the couch to get to him but missed him by a hair.

“Y/N! Be careful!” Melissa scolded causing you to stop and realise, this wasn’t just your body anymore it was a shield that was protecting another life so you had to treat it differently.

“Why am I being chased?!” Scott panted as he looked at his mom and mate.

“I’m pregnant, dumbass.” You muttered a blush working its way to your face. Unlike how you imagined this moment to go later in life it was different. You didn’t have time to think about the usual stuff. Would Scott leave you? Would he make you abort? Does he even want kids? because as soon as you said it Scott picked you up with a giant smile.

“Really?!” He asked as he stared into your wide eyes.

“Y-Yes at least that’s what I figured Melissa meant.” You glanced at her with wide eyes before she gave you a nod.

“Oh my god! I’m gonna be a Dad!” Scott chuckled his face lighting up like you’d never seen.

“I thought it was the Moms who glowed during pregnancy, not the Dads?” You snorted before glancing at Melissa.

“No actually the Dads are glowing and the Moms always look like zombies. The back pain, the boob pain, the feet swelling, the throwing up, the eating of weird shit. You name it.” Melissa shot you a sinister grin and suddenly you felt the urge to kill your baby daddy.

After 20 seconds you had Scott on the floor standing on his chest with one foot. When the front door opened you glanced over to see the Sheriff and shot him a sarcastic smile to let him know you were pissed.

“Why is Scott being punished?” The Sheriff snorted as he stood and glanced down at Scott who sent him a wave.

“I dunno should I tell him Scott? He is basically my Dad after all!” You growled as you applied for pressure to Scott’s chest earning a wince from him.

“Tell me what?” The Sheriff muttered with a glare quickly making it way to his face as he glanced at Scott.

“Papa if you’d be so kind as to hand me your gun first before I tell you that would be great.” You asked sweetly but he immediately passed his gun to you.

“I’m pregnant.” Was all you said, before stepping away from Scott, with a smile on your face.

“I’m gonna be a grandad?” You gaped at the man who you classed as your father confused to why he wasn’t killing Scott.

“OH MY GOD! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS HAVING A HARD TIME ACCEPTING THIS?!” You screamed before storming up the stairs, placing your ‘Dads’ gun on the table near the front door before you went.

You stormed into Lydia’s room without knocking which resulted in a naked Aiden falling off the bed and a naked Lydia sighing. They both looked at you and kept their mouths closed before they began getting dress.

“Honey, what happened?!” Lydia asked as she sat on the bed waving at you to come over. You glanced up at her from the door, tears streaming as you finally spoke up.

“I’m pregnant.” Aiden gasped whereas Lydia opened her arms and you ran into them.

She held you as you cried never saying congrats or this is good news. She just held you and right now that is what you needed. Aiden moved to close the door before sitting back down and stroking your back.

“I know its scary baby girl but listen to me when I say this.” She pulled you away and cupped your cheeks.

“You will be a great mother.” That was the only thing you needed before you broke down completely.

“You are not like your mother. You are kind and you’re fearless and above all else, you always protect your family. I know you’re scared and I know you want to run baby but right now I need you to think about your child. I know you’re 18 and haven’t even finished high school yet but I also know if anyone can do this…it’s you.” She whispered into your hair as you clung to the other girl. Suddenly Aiden shocked you into sitting up by speaking.

“This child will never go unloved or want for anything. We’re your family and we’re here to help you. No matter what Y/N.” You and Aiden always took the piss out of each other and teased one another but you had a bond that not many others could ever understand. He stared into your eyes, letting you know he was sincere and you gave him a small smile that screamed thank you.

“I think you should go and talk to Scott.” Lydia stated as she looked at you with a smile. You gave her a nod before drying your eyes and making your way downstairs to find Scott.

You found him sat in the living room with the other as his teeth worried as his bottom. He looked up before rushing over to you and hugging you so tightly. In that moment you knew you could do this because your family would never leave you and would always believe in you.

….

“Lydia, I really don’t think we need a designer pram…” You muttered as you strolled through the shops with Derek, Lydia, Peter and Stiles.

“Maybe, but it’s the first pack baby and if we need to we can put it in the attic for when another pack member has a baby.” Lydia argued as she glanced at Derek.

“I hate to say it but I actually agree with Lydia.” Derek grunted as he glanced around the prams. You looked around and spotted a pure white pram that stood out to you. You strolled over to it but as you tried to check the price tag Peter grab your wrist and nodded to the Derek. Derek turned to the sales-person with a smile and handing over his card.

“Peter! I wanna check the price first!” You snapped angrily but he just shook his head and began dragging you out the shop. The next shop was for clothes which you dread because you had yet to tell anyone but Scott, Melissa and your Dad the sex of the baby.

“Right you’re gonna have to tell us the sex or this is gonna be difficult.” Lydia sighed as she glanced and the expensive multi-designer brand baby shop.

“Girl.” You muttered quietly but you knew she’d heard you when her and Stiles let out a scream before running off.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell her. Now she’s gonna buy so many clothes that are desi-” You looked to your side to see Derek and Peter had disappeared and were now cooing at baby Gucci dresses.

“Seriously!” You huffed before walking over to Derek.

“Do you not think it’s weird for a teen mom to have baby Gucci and baby Chloé?” You muttered as you approached Peter and Derek who was picking up a baby Chloé pink winter coat.

“Nope, not when she has Hales as uncles.” Peter sassed earning a glare from you.

“I like this Gucci pinafore dress with this white shirt.” Stiles grinned as he approached you with a tartan pinafore dress and a white long sleeved shirt that had a lacy collar.

“That is so cute!” You squealed as Lydia approached you with wide eyes.

“Christian Louboutin started doing baby shoes!” Lydia gasped as she pointed towards the large shoe section. She knew if there was one brand you couldn’t deny it was Louboutin’s.

After shopping for a while long your feet started hurting so you decided to get the rest of the stuff online. Derek, Peter and Stiles carried in all the bags containing designer clothes and shoes with proud smiles on their faces.

Peter had seen a princess hanging canopy that could go above the cot and insisted his little niece needed it even though you tried to deny it Peter bought it anyway. You sat down on the couch where Melissa and Chris were sat, letting out a loud sigh.

“Oh my god!” Erica screamed as she held up the Gucci floral dungarees and white curved collared shirt.

“It’s a girl!” She screamed as she fumbled through all the clothes with Melissa and Allison.

“Welcome back. How are my Queen and Princess doing today?” Scott cooed as he walked into the living area. You chuckled as you stroke your large stomach.

“Uncle Peter and Uncle Derek spent lots of money on you today didn’t they Princess.” You giggled softly, earning a kick from your little girl.

“I can see…” Scott sighed as he stared at all the designer bags.

“Hey, stop it.” You scolded as he frowned.

“I just wish I could buy her all this stuff…” Scott muttered as he looked through the bags.

“Baby, she doesn’t need Gucci clothes or Louboutin’s from you…She needs your love.” You chuckled softly as you leant down to leave a soft loving kiss on his lips. You pulled back with wide eyes and glanced at Derek.

“How much was this sofa?” You asked Derek with a worried frown.

“A lot.” He grumbled with a confused frown.

“You could totally afford another one, right?” You chuckled with a blush on your face.

“I mean yeah if I ne-Why?” His eyes narrowed as he scanned over you until he saw the wet patch on the sofa.

“Did your…” Derek’s eyes widened as he glanced at you in panic.

“What’s that smell?” Scott asked with a frown as the other wolves sniffed at the air.

“DID YOUR WATER JUST BREAK!?” Derek screamed clearly freaking out.

“MELISSA!!!!” Chris screamed as he started running around and grabbing the birthing bag you’d pack less than a week ago.

“What!?” Melissa yelled as she ran down the stairs.

“MY WATER JUST BROKE!?” You screamed, watching as her eyes widened.

Everyone was running around calling Deaton, making sure they didn’t forget anything as Scott sat there in shock, holding your hand. You threw your head back and let out a pained filled growl as you felt Scott’s hand breaking under your hold.

Not 10 minutes later, Deaton bust through the door, medical bag in hand and eyebrows raised in urgency. He instructed Scott to carry you to the bed, as he followed quickly. You wished you could go to a hospital but as Deaton had said a few months ago. You are likely to shift if you're in pain, so you couldn’t go to a hospital.

Suddenly Liam ran into the room with his dad following him. You stared at him like he’d gone crazy before Liam’s stepdad stared at you.

“I’m gonna have questions after this but right now we need to get this baby out safely!” Liam’s dad screamed before turning to Melissa.

“I need hot water and towels.” He ordered quickly before rolling up his sleeves.

“Scott, I need you to take a deep breath and focus. Deaton do you have the stuff I’d need to do this?” Liam’s dad asked as he nodded to Deaton medical bag.

“I have gloves and few bits and pieces in case we need to cut. She has supernatural healing and the wolves can take her pain that’s all you’ll need. Epidural won’t work on her.” Deaton stated as he checked your vitals.

“Got it. Scott and Liam that’s your job.” He instructed earning a serious nod from both boys.

Melissa ran in with towel while Derek followed in with a large bowl of hot water. Liam’s dad lifted up a pair of scissors and began cutting off your jeans knowing that right now it was urgent. Melissa threw a blanket over your bottom half to cover your dignity before bending your legs up and giving you a smile.

“Scott McCall, this is all your fault!” You screamed as you felt another contraction happening.

“She’s 9cms already!” Liam’s dad yelled as he glanced at Deaton with wide eyes.

“Her water only broke 25 minutes ago!” Melissa screamed as she dabbed the sweat off your forehead.

“Well apparently, this baby doesn’t care!” Liam’s dad yelled back as he looked at Scott and Liam with a nod.

“Derek I need you to take over a minute.” Scott groaned as he collapsed to the floor in pain.

“What’s wrong with your son, Melissa?” Liam’s dad sighed as he looked at Scott.

“Unlike most men, Doc, he’s actually feeling her pain. It’s a werewolf thing.” Melissa snorted as she let Chris take her son out the way.

“Derek Hale, this m-might be a bad time to ask and I-I’m not religious b-but I’d be happy if you’d be the godfather.” You stuttered softly as he and Liam took your pain.

“I’d be honoured Y/N but first let’s get you through this okay?” He muttered gently as he stroked your hair.

“Okay, I need you to push! SCOTT, GET IN HERE!” Liam’s dad yelled with urgency.

The pain was unreal, causing you to scream but Scott held in his scream of pain and chose to peck your temple. His hand running through your hair softly.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” He whispered, his breathing as heavy as yours.

“You know you can cut off the pain channelling. You don’t need to feel this too…” You whispered as you got a second to breathe.

“We’re in this together baby if you have to suffer to birth our baby girl, then so will I.” Scott stated with a dopey lopsided grin.

“I love you.” You stated before Liam’s dad told you to push again. Suddenly everything else disappeared as you heard a scream. You look up to see the Doctor holding your baby with a smile.

“Congratulations it’s a baby girl.” He stated before he turned to Melissa and asked her to cut the cord. Everyone crowded around the room and the bed, sniffling and cheering as they all welcomed the newest pack member.

At that moment you knew there was nothing you’d change your life for.

Part 7 <-

#teen wolf #tw #teen wolf imagine #imagine #reader #reader insert #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall x you #scott x you #scott x reader #fluff #labour #baby

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spiderblog-mcu · 2 years

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Billy has an unexpected reaction to your birthday surprise

Fem!reader

I’m not 100% satisfied with the way this came out but I was sick of editing it and putting it back in my drafts.

No triggers unless you are bothered by stains and a broken lamp.

It’s 3pm on a Friday evening and you’re scrambling around the grocery store looking for things to make a cake. Why are you making a cake? Because it just so happens to be your boyfriends birthday which he neglected to tell you. If it wasn’t for Max mentioning it in passing this morning you’d have missed it.

Why didn’t he tell me!

It’s not exactly an important day for him. I stopped trying years ago.

You hardly had time to plan anything. The streamers you bought were mis-matched colours and there was only one pack of birthday balloons to be found in all of Hawkins. That being said, you were going to give Billy the best damn birthday you could. It’s 4pm by the time the cake is in the oven and you had so much left to do before 7pm. Thankfully Max offered to help out.

“Ok so I’m thinking the streamers can be hung on the ceiling and the balloons can be taped around?”

“Sure.” Max shrugs. “Why did you pick these colours though?”

“It’s the best I could do in short notice.”

The place is sort of coming together, but the cake is a sight for sore eyes. Your red icing is more so pink and it’s a little melty because the cake was still warm. Not to mean ruin to ‘Happy Birthday Billy’ piping that looked to be done by a child.

“God this is terrible.” You groan with stress.

“It’ll have to do, you need to go take a shower, you stink.” Max shoos you away.

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It’s 5:57pm when you hear a knock at the door. A quick look out your window was all you needed to know he was here. That flashy red car sticks out wherever it is.

“Y/n! He’s here!”

“Don’t let him past the porch!” So much for fixing your hair. You shove it up in a ponytail and take one last look in the mirror. A light blue jumper and your favorite jeans- it’s not the fanciest outfit but it will do. Bouncing down to the kitchen, past the living room, you can hear Max and Billy talking.

“What’s this about Max? Where’s y/n?”

“She’ll be here in a second just-Billy!” Both of you enter the living room at the same time. You with a cake, and Billy with a very confused look. “Y/n I couldn’t-“

“What’s going on?” He interrupts.

“Happy Birthday.” You half smile. “I uh, I made you a cake.” You hold it out waiting for him to take the invitation to blow out the candle but he doesn’t. In fact his expression is stagnant. “I know it’s not much, and I didn’t have time to get you a present, but I wanted to do something for you.” Nothing. Same look. “Everyone is coming over to have cake and beer. And Steve is bringing a couple of movies.” You look over at Max who is biting at her nails in anticipation. “Billy please say something.” His eyes well well up with tears and he clenched his jaw. “Oh god you hate it. Look I’ll call everyone and tell them to not come just please don’t be mad at me Billy I really tried.” Your own throat is limping up now. Crying wasn’t on your to do list tonight. He calmly walks to you and cakes the cake from your hands. Patches of cake peak through the vibrant pink icing and wax drips down the candle. It’s painfully quiet, not one of you said a word. Billy’s face twisted into a scowl and straight into silent tears. His shoulders shake when he stifles a sob. He plops down on the couch holding the cake so close that his white shirt is now stained with a patch of icing.

“I-I haven’t had a-birthday cake since my mom- since she-“ he can’t speak through his sobs. You rush to next next to him and fling your arms around his shoulders. “And you put balloons up!”

“She planned all of this.” Max added. “And made the cake herself.” Billy looks back at the cake and laughs through his tears.

“It’s a really ugly cake.” You laugh too, drying your face with your sleeve. “Thank you y/n.” He places a gentle , and frankly wet, kiss on your cheek.

“I hate to interrupt a tender moment,” Max says, “but everyone else is going to be here soon. Maybe you two should pull yourselves together?”

The party was a blast even when drunk Steve broke your lamp. It was laugher and smiles, and for a while there was no feud, no Vecna, no Hawkins. Just an odd bunch from different walks of life enjoying their youth. Billy would never admit it but this was the happiest he’s been in a long time, all because you simply just cared.

#billy hargove imagine #billy x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things #original writing #i dont really like this one #oh well

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cursedvibes · 1 month

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what if kenjaku and sukuna were lovers this whole time (kenny’s obsessed with him and jin itadori kinda looks like sukuna) sorry just the though of them being like an evil stsg is really fucking funny to me

Honestly, I'm the wrong person to ask about SukuKen 😅 Could it be that they fuck behind the scenes? Yeah I guess maybe. Would be a very one-sided thing, but sure it is possible. I'm just not that invested in it. I think SukuKen could be interesting in an AU, but the way they interact in canon just makes Kenjaku look like a helicopter parent to me. Agree with Gojo for once in that I also think Sukuna acts around Kenjaku like he's being given chores by his mom. Kenjaku mainly just orders him around and Sukuna silently does it. Not really a dynamic I find all that interesting or engaging in a shipping sense, but I know many other fans disagree. I want to know more about their background and what Kenjaku did to Sukuna, but I don't really see the sexual tension. Kenjaku is only really "obsessed" with him in the sense that he's the best jujutsu sorcerer in history, which makes him interesting to research and they want to use him to further their plans.

To me, anything sexual between canon Kenjaku and Sukuna only becomes interesting once you introduce Uraume because they are the one who actually shakes things up, who directly engages with Kenjaku and who Kenjaku talks to 99% of the time when the three are all together. We never even saw Sukuna and Kenjaku have a proper conversation (although I'd like to hear them theorize about jujutsu). If we're talking Uraume/Kenjaku reluctant sexual tension/hate sex, I'm all ears. Sukuna is just kind of by the side to ensure Uraume is easier to rile up and so they have someone to lean on once they manage to shut Kenjaku up.

Also besides the point, but I don't think Sukuna and Jin look that similar? They probably have the same hair colour, but by that logic Kenjaku would be hot for Takako as well. Nose, eyes, jaw, eyebrows, height and amount of muscle mass is all very different. You could make a better case for Wasuke as far as the face is concerned (I wouldn't mind seeing Kenjaku climb him like a tree...), but I really don't think appearances matter to Kenjaku that much. I like the idea of Jin and Sukuna being brothers in a No Curse AU though exactly because they look so different.

#asks #kenjaku

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writersmilex · 8 months

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Semi-sleepless Night

Henry Townshend X Fem | Reader

Summary: Henry sometimes has these nights where he just can’t seem to sleep. (Y/n) stays awake as well to accompany him. ____________________________________

For the 7th time, Henry squirms to roll around. Yet again trying to find a good position to sleep in. Eventually, he landed just sprawled on his back, looking up at the shadow-covered ceiling. Moving his head to the side, he can make out a silhouette of (Y/n) seemingly sleeping on her side with her back towards him. Henry takes a deep breath, the sound of him inhaling air is deafening in the complete silence of the night.

The figure beside him shifts, startling him a little. (Y/n) moves to lay on her back, head moving to make eye contact with Henry, sort of… It’s difficult to see in this darkness. “What’s the matter?” Comes her soft voice, laced with sleep. “Can’t sleep?” Henry shakes his head in response but then remembers that she can’t see him very well. “No…” He replies quietly. (Y/n) blindly reaches over, and misses a few times and then eventually grasping his hand with some effort. She squeezes, and Henry squeezes back. He has trouble focusing, switching back and forth with his own mind and the faint breathing of both (Y/n) and himself. Occasionally she rubs her thumb over his skin and that brings him back. “I have wondered…” (Y/n) begins, her voice in a whisper. It’s silent enough for Henry to hear her clearly. She drags his hand over to rest on her stomach, toying with his fingers. “The sky is normally blue, right? Then at sunset, it’s orange or red. I’ve heard that the sky is actually all colours instead of just blue, which could be true. Hey, that rhymes.” She laughs quietly. Henry knows she’s rambling, but that doesn’t matter. He loves her voice. He returns the gesture and rubs his own thumb over his hand, hoping she can read this as a signal to continue talking. “At my parents' home, there is a time of the day when the sky is three colours at the same time when the sun goes down. It’s the most beautiful thing, you’d agree if you’ve seen it for yourself.” She says, but Henry is having a hard time picturing what she means. “Yeah?” He comments in a hushed tone, his grip on her hand tightening. “yeah. Knowing you, you’d be standing outside taking pictures the whole time.” She giggles. “And I think my mom would like you.” She adds a little quieter this time, which catches Henry’s attention. He has not met her parents yet, and from the hints she gave him, she really wants him to. She had even asked about his parents before, but he dismissed her question about them. “You think so?” He asks. (Y/n)’s statement causes him to get flustered. “Yes, she will think you’re right for me.” (Y/n) explains and shuffles closer, turning on her side and leaning against Henry, causing him to swallow nervously. Her arm wraps around his shoulder, effectively hugging him, but it still makes him a little nervous. Regardless, Henry returns the gesture and snakes an arm around her shoulders to keep her close. The two now cuddling in bed. “She’ll bring up random interesting facts. Like how green eyes as yours are very rare to come by.” (Y/n) continues, snuggling close to him. “They are?” He questions aloud, he had never thought about it. He can feel her nod, “Mhm, green eyes are rarer than blue or brown.” She states, and the more Henry thinks about it, yeah, it does make sense slightly. Not that he really pays attention to other people’s eyes, but when he recalls his encounters, green eyes were uncommon to see for him.

“My dad might be a little weary in the beginning, but he’ll warm up to you, don’t worry.” (Y/n) continues, “He might not like your hair as much, though.” She adds, lifting her arm, and moving her hand to move Henry’s bangs out of his eyes. Such a simple display of affection still makes his stomach flutter and his face feel hot. It makes him feel soft, willing to hug her back, squeezing her to his side. It’s once again silent, “I, uh… I can’t find anything else to talk about…” (Y/n) confesses truthfully. She is still lying comfortably against Henry’s side. Then Henry decided it was time for him to speak up. “On my way to the hardware store, I saw four cats, and on my way back I saw the exact same one.” He says quietly, not sure if this start of his little story is appreciated. “Oh? Did you?” (Y/n) questions with interest, head moving to nuzzle him. “One of those cats was red, one was completely back, another was completely white, and the last was a tabby cat. I always liked the Tabby cats the most.” He explains thoughtfully, (Y/n) giggles quietly, “I like the black ones the most, they’re like shadows.” She replies playfully.

Henry hums in agreement, a slight smile forming on his lips. This is nice, being close to the one you love most and being able to talk about whatever you want in the darkest, most unholy hour of the night. “The black one allowed me to pet him, he rubbed his side against my legs,” Henry adds, his smile evident in his voice, causing (Y/n) to smile as well. “That is adorable. And on the way back too?” she asks and he confirms with a curt nod. “The cat liked me,” he says, the memory of that lovely cat makes his gut flutter, it felt good to get attention from that animal. “As they should.” (Y/n) replies, scooting in a more comfortable position by his side. "Are you a cat person, Henry?" She asks her head a perfect fit between his jaw and his shoulder. "Hmmm, I prefer cats over dogs, but we didn’t have pets when I was little. My mother is allergic to them." Henry explains thoughtfully, seemingly remembering his 'unsentimental' childhood.

(Y/n) doesn't reply for a moment, thinking hard about what she is going to say next.

"We could get a cat…" (Y/n) innocently suggests, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Sure, they're not as blindly trusting as dogs, but when you do earn their trust, it feels very special." She sighs, relaxing against him.

Henry also needs a moment to think about it.

Taking care of an animal requires a lot of responsibility, especially with a little kitten of sorts.

Henry let's put a big sigh, "I'll think about it." He breathes, only getting a sleepy groan in response, (Y/n) feels heavy against him. She must have fallen asleep. Henry remains entirely still, fearing that moving might wake her up.

Eventually, he fell asleep too.

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I'm not sure what this is. Thinking of a good prompt with Henry is actually really hard.

But I still love him though.

Thanks for reading.-Smilex

#x reader #reader insert #imagines #fluff #henry townshend #silent hill the room #henry townshend x reader #silent hill x reader #silent hill the room x reader

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emmywrites-blog · 2 years

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i love to hate you (part two)

pairing: mechanic!eddie x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

genre: angst, fluff

summary: you’ve never been a fan of eddie munson. ever since high school you have had a passionate hatred for him etched in your soul. was it fully hatred though? or longing…

warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of death & violence, suggestive themes, dirty talk (so so so minimal and so short), kissing, pining, irrational thinking for our babys

notes: i’m gonna write a third part for this and i think that’ll be it unless you want more! but you have to tell me and give me feedback or i wont know!

part one | part of two

taglist: @josephquinnlov3r @stiles-argent24

“Wait a damn second. You’re telling me that you knew him the whole time?” You asked, staring at Steve and Robin who stood behind the counter at Family Video. They both nodded, “And you let me go on and on about how much I hated him and despised his guts? How if I saw him lying on the side of the road, I would drive faster?”

Steve placed his hands on his hips while Robin jutted out her hands in front of her, as if she was gesturing towards something, “Well, what were we supposed to do?! Just interrupt you and say something like, like ‘actually Eddie is our friend and we think he’s a pretty good guy’?” The girl to the right of your gaze questioned, her cheeks flushed a dull pink as her voice went up an octave.

You stared at her for a moment as if she had grown another head before your urgent voice broke the silence, “Yes! You say exactly that!” You exclaimed, letting out an exasperated sigh, coming off as if they had just told you your cat died, “I mean, I sat here for almost our entire friendship complaining about him, I go away for a month during the spring of your senior year, Robin, and suddenly you’re all friends and sharing stories and making memories?”

Steve lowered his head guiltily while Robin placed her fingertips to her temples, “Sorry…” They both spoke at the same time, their voices low and unsure.

They both felt like they were being lectured by their mom, something Robin had plenty of experience with. Steve? Not so much.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head, chewing on the skin frustratedly, “No, it’s fine. He just seems to be popping up everywhere lately and it’s driving me insane knowing that I have to deal with him. But, we’re all adults. You guys can have friends that I don’t like.” You took a calming breath and ran a hand through your perfectly wavy hair, pulling at it harshly.

“You don’t even dislike him though.” Robin spoke up with a cautious laugh, looking between Steve and you, “I mean, you talk about him constantly. Come on, you’re so passionate about how you hate him, and how he’s the worst person on Earth. But is he really? I mean it’s Eddie, he’s…he’s Eddie! There has to be another reason as to why you hate him so much. Why he gets under your skin so- Oh. Oh.”

Your gaze narrowed on the girl, “Robin.” You hushed, “Don’t.”

Steve slipped his gaze between the two of you in confusion, “Am I missing something?” He questioned before his eyes widened and landed on you, “You like him. You have a crush on Eddie. Oh my god!”

You lifted your hand and pointed at Steve, shaking your head quickly, “Nope! No I don’t.” You denied, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks in waves, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving you two.”

“He’s gonna be at the party tonight!” Steve called as you exited the store, swiftly making haste back to your car.

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So there you were, standing in front of Harrington’s front door, hesitating to even bring your hand up to the surface. You had changed out of your Family Video uniform, now settling for a short white skirt, a baby pink turtleneck, and white mary janes.

It wasn’t that you wanted to look good, not for…anyone in particular.

This is how you normally dressed; the pastel colours, the soft fabrics, the feminine cuts. But now, now it felt different.

You finally just took a deep breath, settled your many emotions and raised your fist, delivering a sharp knock to the thick wood that separated you from the rest of your friends inside. And Eddie. Couldn’t forget him.

Your knock was answered in a few seconds as Steve swung the door open wildly, a bottle of beer in his hand. He had clearly already had a few drinks, his skin flushed and his hair hanging lazily over his forehead. His eyes widened when he saw you though and a smile replaced his previously confused expression, ��Y/N! Ah, you’re here! God, we were waiting for you to show up. Almost thought you wouldn't show because of scary Eddie. Yeah, the Eddie that you hate.”

You rolled your eyes at Steve but couldn’t suppress the smile on your face, taking in his extremely goofy, and extremely drunken state, “Don’t worry Stevie, Eddie’s not gonna scare me off.” You assured before walking past him, your eyes immediately catching everyone hanging around the kitchen, “You better not say anything else about that though.” To which Steve pretended to lock his lips and throw the key.

Robin’s eyes met yours first, and her face immediately lit up, “Finally.” She whined before walking over, pulling you in for a quick hug, “You cannot leave me alone with Steve for that long again, please.”

You just giggled and looked back over your shoulder at Steve struggling to lock the door, his hands slipping off the metal each time.

You took in everyone that was here as you turned back around. It wasn’t a party per se, as it mainly consisted of the group. Jonathan and Nancy were here, and clearly so were Robin and Steve. The kids were here too, which was why it seemed like Jonathan was staying sober, at least when it came to alcohol.

And then there was him. Eddie fucking Munson. In his stupid metal band t-shirt, and his stupid leather jacket, and his stupid ripped jeans, with his stupid chain that hung from his hip and his stupid, perfectly beautiful mane of curls.

Not to mention his stupid, dirty Reeboks.

He caught your eye almost immediately, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes took in your figure. Eddie watched how your hair fell in beautiful waves, and how that beautiful pink turtleneck hugged your figure, and the way your beautiful long legs fell from your white skirt.

Not to mention, your beautiful, pristine mary janes.

You tore your gaze away from him and looked back over at Steve, laughing softly. You walked over and wrapped a hand around his wrist pulling him gently, “C’mon Stevie, let’s get you some water.” You suggested and watched as his eyes fell to you with a grin, the drunken expression coming through loud and clear.

Steve was known to be a lightweight, especially more recently. He usually took care of everyone, but when there was an opportunity to relax, he took it.

“But we’re partying!” Steve exclaimed and held his beer out to you, gesturing for you to take it, “Don’t you want to party?”

You sighed a bit but smirked, and wrapped your hand around Steves, making sure that he was still holding the bottle as you pressed it to your lips, shooting a glance over at Eddie.

He was rigid, staring you and Steve down as though he was Medusa. As if he could simply turn you to stone and wouldn’t have to deal with the sight anymore.

You were always touchy with Steve, but Eddie didn’t have to know that, not tonight at least. He could sit in the tension thinking that you two might be an item. Maybe it was cruel, maybe you were even playing with his heart, but Eddie was a big boy. He could handle a little flirtation between friends.

You took a long sip from the hoppy liquid before pulling the bottle from your lips, gazing up at the man in front of you, “Now I’m gonna get you water Steve, you gonna come?” You questioned, nodding over towards the kitchen as everyone slowly made their way to the living room instead.

Steve shook his head, “No, I’m gonna join everyone.” He informed you before giving you a slight pout, “Will you still get me water?”

Giving Steve a soft pat on the chest, you sent him a wink before making your way to the kitchen. There was only one person left, and that one person just had to be Eddie.

You sent the brunette a glance before moving to the fridge, “Munson.” A murmur came from your glossy pink lips while you opened the door to the fridge, looking for a bottle of water that you could get Steve. You took your job very seriously.

“Harrington, huh?” Eddie asked you immediately. It made you smirk, knowing he was watching, knowing that he was just possibly jealous, “Guess it makes sense, the attitude, the outfits, the status. Make a perfect fit.”

The cold condensation rolled along the palm of your hand as you grabbed water out of the fridge, shutting the door so you could turn back around to Eddie, “He’s a nice guy, real sweet. Like candy.” You winked at Eddie, not minding the possible implications regarding your wink. Your eyes scanned the tequila on the counter and you smiled, setting the bottle down so you could pick up the alcohol instead, “Shot?”

Eddie pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, watching as you moved around the kitchen with such grace, knowledge. He wondered how many times you had been here, how many times you had shuffled around the kitchen with Steve, in his shirts…moving around with his hands all over you. Why had Steve never mentioned it? He was prodded out of his thoughts by your angelic yet devilish voice, asking him again if he wanted to do a shot, “No, I’m fine.”

You just shrugged and looked around for a salt shaker. Once you found it, you looked to Eddie, “Can you hold this for me, Munson?” You asked, earning a simple nod in your direction. You moved close to Eddie, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. You took his hand and turned it over so the back was facing up. You sprinkled some salt onto the back of his hand, clearly not what he was expecting, “Don’t spill this, I’ll have some choice words for you.”

Eddie looked down at the salt on the back of his hand while you prepared your shot, opening the bottle of water as well, “You always have choice words for me.” He countered, shooting you a narrowed glare before looking towards the living room. Everyone was in conversation, blissfully unaware of what was happening mere feet away.

You picked up the full shot glass in your hand, “Ready, Eddie?” You questioned, not waiting for an answer from him before leaning forward. You slid the flat of your tongue along the back of his hand slowly, making sure to get all of the salt, while also wanting to gauge a reaction out of him.

Eddie gulped as he watched you, your eyes never leaving his even as you took the shot and sipped the water. He had difficulty keeping a blank expression on his face, doing all he could not to react to what you were doing. What you were doing to him.

Eddie pushed himself off of the counter and moved closer to you, “Are you dating him?” He asked you, his tone stern and low, almost as though the question was life altering, “Y/N…”

You looked up at Eddie, taking in the almost…betrayed, expression on his face. You couldn’t place it, but for some reason, your heart ached slightly. It ached with longing, with need, “No.” You told him truthfully, shaking your head, “Just had a little fun.”

Eddie slid the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth for a moment, “You are the most irritating person I have ever, fucking, met.” He hissed, moving closer to you so that your back was pressed against the counter, “You know that? You are irritating, and pissy, and so confusing.”

Eddie was trying his hardest to explain all of the reasons why he shouldn’t care for you. Why he shouldn't like you. Love you.

Your eyes betrayed you as they glanced down at Eddie’s mouth for a moment, admiring his plump, pink lips while your eyebrows tilted upwards, “Why am I confusing?” You queried as if you weren’t aware.

Eddie was the person you hated most, and yet you still teased him and flirted with him and did your best to rile him up. It brought you pleasure to see him so affected by you. You had the ability to make him jealous, and angry, and flustered. It all boosted your ego to extreme levels.

But there was a part of you that just wanted to be around him.

Eddie scoffed and shook his head as if your answer was the defintion of ‘stupid’, as if your smarts had gone and left you, “Why?” He repeated before continuing, “Because one minute you’ll be acting like I am the worst thing to grace this planet, and then you’ll be licking salt off of my hand like we’re fucking each other.”

The lazy smirk that played on your lips only angered him more, “You are the worst thing to grace this planet, Munson.” You reassured him, as though it was a compliment, “Don’t worry, I’m sure your hand will be enough when you think about me later.”

Eddie grabbed your wrist with a forceful pressure before leading you up the stairs next to the kitchen, bringing you into one of the bedrooms with the speed of a cheetah.

Well, maybe not a cheetah, but you get the picture.

He closed the door and pushed you against it, his breath cascading over the apples of your cheeks, “You know what you’re doing.” He spat, his grip on your wrist refusing to lessen.

You didn’t mind though, not the grip on your wrist or the way he spoke to you, it was all that you were trying to achieve. You were trying to get him to short circuit, to lose his control for once, “You knew what you were doing in high school. The kicking under the chair? You knew you were hitting right in the spot that I needed you to.” You countered, glaring up at him before pushing him with your free hand, “Eye for an eye, how’s that sound?” Your voice was harsh and splintering, spitting with bitterness.

Eddie let you push past him and walk further into the room, “That was three years ago.” He insisted, staring at you with immense confusion, “You’ve had three years to forget the…anger, I brought you. I never hurt you. Y/N, I never touched you…”

You raised your hands to the side of your face and groaned in frustration, “That’s not the point, Eddie!” You exclaimed, spinning around to see the shocked expression on the older males face, like a deer in headlights, “You made me hate you and want you at the same time. Do you not understand how confusing it is? Of course not, you’re a fucking guy.”

“Hey.” Eddie stated loudly, pointing his finger at you, “You do not get to play that innocent shit, alright? I liked you, Y/N. God, I almost thought I loved you whenever you would flip me off or tell me to get a life. So if anyone, anyone, were to understand hating and wanting someone at the same time, that would be me.”

You tsked and folded your arms across your chest. You stared at him, clearly and narrowly, “You didn’t like me, Munson. You wanted to fuck me.”

Eddie let out a heavy sigh and took a few steps toward you, “Oh sweetheart, I wanted to do more than fuck you.” He growled on the second word, as if it tasted like venom coming out of his own mouth, “You will never know what I wanted to do to you.”

Your eyes fluttered as you took in his words, backing up from his slow steps until your thighs hit the edge of the bed, causing you to gasp as you sat down. You stayed still as Eddie reached out and gently took your jaw in his hand, holding you in the most delicate yet strong grip you had experienced, “Eddie…”

Eddie shook his head and his lips twitched up into almost what seemed like a sad smile, “Don’t say my name, not when you don’t give a shit about me.” He reasoned before sliding a strand of your hair behind your ear, “Better get back downstairs.”

Your relationship, if you could call it that, was a whirlwind of emotions. The care that you had for each other burned so brightly that it could resemble the sun, your hatred for one another being the moon.

Just as he was about to walk away, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pulled him closer to you again, “Eddie.” You stated more sternly this time, grabbing his attention as you locked eyes, “I do give a shit about you.”

Eddie gazed down at you and took a deep breath, “You have a fucked way of showing it.” He said before turning away, making his way towards the bedroom door once more.

You got up quickly and rushed over to him, slamming the door shut with one hand just as he had opened it. You pushed Eddie against the door, facing you, just as he had done when you both first entered the room, “You do not get to walk away from me like that, understand?”

Eddie rolled his eyes as he looked down at your mere hand on his chest, pushing him into the door, “Really? You think I can’t just push you back?” He cocked a brow and took in your figure, “You’re not that hard to move, sweets.”

“Do you understand?” Your voice was more stern this time and your eyes narrowed at his own, “You do not walk away from me like that. Not after saying shit like that.”

Eddie furrowed his brows and had to stifle a laugh from escaping, “You’re kidding right? That is how we leave each other, every time.” He challenged, moving a hand up to pull your hand off of his chest.

You just swatted his hands away, “It’s different now.”

Eddie leaned his head back against the door as if he was bored, as if the conversation had bored him, “What are you talking about?” He asked, his gaze soon returning to yours.

You fought the tightening in your chest as you stared at him, as you took him in fully, for one of the first times, “You know I liked you, I know you liked me. Things are different now, with this, with us, Eddie.” You said and shook your head slightly, “I don’t know, I just never knew that you actually liked me until you told me at the shop and I didn’t know that you did everything on purpose just because you wanted my attention. And you didn’t know that I liked you and hated that I liked you because you hated me, or I thought you hated me because I just couldn’t grasp why you, Eddie Munson, of all people, would like someone like me. And it just made me so mad because it fel-”

Eddie had leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It wasn’t heavy, or quick. It was incredibly slow, as if he was trying to mould all of his feelings that he had felt for you into this one kiss, into this one moment.

You pulled away though and stared at him, “You can’t do that…” You whispered, as if you had to convince yourself before convincing the man in front of you. Your head shook hesitantly as he moved closer to you, “Eddie.”

“God, shut the fuck up.” Eddie hissed before leaning forward again, sharing a more passionate kiss with you so that he could convince you, show you, that he was serious. That he liked you, possibly even loved you.

You kissed him back hesitantly before pulling away again, “Oh god, we can’t do this.” You spoke softly, voice full of unsurety, and took a few steps back. Your gaze was fixated on Eddie though, like if you were to look anywhere else then he would surely disappear.

Eddie was supposed to be the person you hated most, someone you despised with your whole being. The one person you would toss in front of a train just to save yourself.

But you love him…always have.

You chewed on your bottom lip before walking back to him, “Yes we can.” You decided suddenly, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck and pulling him down, capturing his lips in another kiss.

Eddie immediately responded, wrapping his arms around your waist, embracing you tightly as you kissed. Your lips moved so perfectly together, expecting each other's next move. It was a kiss that you both felt a soldier and his wife would share after months apart. The type of kiss that showed what you had missed, what you had lost. It had fireworks and butterflies igniting in your brains.

Your hands moved into his hair, tugging at the brown strands. Eddie groaned and pulled back, now he was the one shaking his head, “No.” He said and held an arm in between the both of you, keeping you at a distance, “No.”

Your face flushed and you took an uneven breath, “You didn’t like it?” You questioned him, more assumed than anything, before looking down at the sleeves of your sweater pulling them over your hands slightly, “I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to kiss me. I mean, you kissed me first, but I get it. Just a spur of the moment thing to get me to shut up like you said. You’re right, I never shut up and I should have just learned my les-”

“Y/N.” Eddie's words made you stop to look at him, nervously chewing on your bottom lip, “Angel, I don’t want the first time we makeout to be in Steve Harrington's bedroom.”

You screwed your eyebrows together before finally taking in the surroundings of the room. There were swim trophies displayed, dirty clothes scattered around the floor, and even his family video vest draped over the bed.

You blushed and looked back to Eddie, “So it wasn’t the kiss?” You asked, earning a smile and the shake of Eddie’s head, “The kiss was good?”

Eddie held his hand out for you, beckoning you to come to him with two fingers. You did as he asked quickly, walking over and taking his hand. He placed his free hand on your hip, “The kiss was perfect. You are perfect.”

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i barely hit 5’0” and have wavy dark brown (almost black) hair that reaches a little past my shoulders. i have brown eyes, and a few small sunspots on different parts of my face. as for my build, i’m a bit chubby and curvy. what i wear varies on the weather but no matter what, my outfit will always include at least one article of black clothing (my mom complains that everything i wear is black). i wear casual dresses or shorts with thin cardigans in the summer, but usually my go-to outfit is just a plain or graphic t-shirt tucked into jeans, with a cute belt on. people often mistake me for being 5’4” because i’m always wearing my platform boots. i also have a vast collection of cute earrings. i’m definitely introverted. i wouldn’t really call myself shy, just quiet and reserved if you don’t know me that well. i have anxiety, which can cause me to come across as awkward in my first few interactions with a person. however, once you get to know me and we’re close, i’m very chatty and am happy to joke around, talk about my interests or listen to yours, or hear you vent and give advice! i’m pretty social with my close group of friends, but i do still have days where i would prefer to have minimal interaction with people and just have some alone time. i’m a pushover, not gonna lie. i can’t stand conflict, so i’m a pretty big people pleaser, and will do almost anything i can to make things right, even if i’m not the one who made them wrong in the first place. however, this means i bottle things up and can be really passive aggressive. i canNOT hide my emotions and wear them all over my face. whether i’m super excited about something or pissed off, you’ll know, even if i don’t want you to. in my free time, i like to read, write, play video games, and watch anime! i’ve adored fantasy and sci-fi stuff since i was little, so those are my go-to genres whether i’m reading or writing. for video games, i mostly play RPGs like pokemon or kingdom hearts, or mobile gacha games, but i also play cod zombies a lot. i also have an absurd amount of hours in animal crossing. i enjoy decorating stationary, too, like notebooks or designing monthly calendars! some miscellaneous info: in college, i’m double majoring in creative writing and computer science. i can be VERY competitive in both board/party games and academics. i can pace and zone out while listening to music for HOURS if left alone. i also infodump a lot and for long periods of time if you don’t stop me.

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jack remembered you from back in college. the two of you never really talked, you weren’t even in the same department—he studied medical sciences—nor were you in the same year, but he had seen you around campus a few times and distinctly remembered you as attractive. he had always considered talking to you, but before he had the opportunity to, calamity struck, and he became a flesh-eating demon.

his memories of you soon faded into the distance, and he had nearly forgotten about your existence when he saw you again on an empty street at dusk. he instantly recognized you, and from there, he silently followed you home, watching you from afar.

it was just curiosity at first, a hint of nostalgia perhaps, but quickly it developed into something far darker, far more sinister.

the first thing he noticed was your looks, particularly your size. he liked how small you were. he’s grown quite a bit since college, what with being a demon and all, and he loved the idea of the size difference between the two of you. he didn’t have much of an opinion on your hair colour, though he liked the waves. he couldn’t see them too well from outside your window, but he did take note of your sunspots, finding them beautiful.

jack paid close attention to what you wore, and he had discovered a few things. namely, that platform boots looked good, and summer dresses with thin cardigans were exceptionally attractive on you. additionally, he liked that you wore earrings, and he’d remember all the different ones.

he was ecstatic to find out what you did in your spare time and just how much you had in common. he didn’t think the majority of people read anymore, let alone wrote, so it was a more than pleasant surprise to find out that you did. what was even better was that you liked the same genres as him. it was particularly delightful to him that you wrote, and he couldn’t help but read them in secret while you weren’t home.

he also quite liked video games and anime himself, especially kingdom hearts. he used to play a fair amount of cod zombies when he was younger, and even a bit of pokemon though he didn’t like it as much as other games. still, he found it relaxing to watch you play, in particular, animal crossing.

jack enjoyed watching you decorating stationary, but what he even liked more was taking them, having stolen one of your notebooks for himself, leaving you to wonder just how in the world you had lost it.

something jack really liked about you was that you were introverted. he, too, was an introverted person, not exactly shy either, but just not up for being around others constantly, and he found it relieving that you were the same way. still, he saw the way you interacted with your friends, and he longed for the day when you would act the same way with him.

he had mixed feelings about how passive you were. on the one hand, he hated how hard you tried to please others, especially how you’d act as a complete pushover for them when they clearly weren’t worth the effort or energy. on the other hand, that was exactly how he wanted you to be, just that he wanted it only for himself.

jack was good with being able to read people’s feelings, but he liked how obvious yours were; it made you all the more vulnerable to him. he also noticed that you could be passive-aggressive, though he didn’t think it’d be a problem for him.

he had also observed you pacing around, zoning out for lengthy periods of time, and it always made him curious as to what exactly you were doing or thinking about. he wanted so badly to know every thought on your mind.

sometimes the people around you would find out that you had much to say on certain topics. they wouldn’t always listen to everything, but jack would. he would mentally record each and every word you said. the majority of the time, he found the topic just as fascinating as you did. even if it was information he already knew, he realized that he liked it more after hearing you talk about it.

jack wanted you for himself; that much was clear. the only reason he hadn’t done it yet was because he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

he knew that you were in college, even double majoring, which he found rather impressive. however, he wasn’t well versed in terms of computer science himself. he admired the amount of effort you put into your studies and your dedication. he also found it cute how competitive you could be. as someone who went to college himself, though he didn’t finish it, he understood the value and importance of it to you.

and so he had a hard time deciding what to do with you. the monstrous side of him sought to simply rip you from your life, taking you away from everything that you’d known so that you could be his and his alone. however, he didn’t want you to be unhappy. he liked you so much partially because he thought the two of you would be good together, and forcing you into it would ruin the point.

ideally, you would be able to continue your studies while being with him, and so he decided that he would take you, bring you to him as gently as possible, carefully coax you into a life with him. hopefully, then, you will be able to resume your studying without a problem.

however, if nothing he did worked, or if you caused him to fear your escape, he’d give in to his impulses and decide your fate for you.

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If we're still doing dad thoughts- I'm always thinking about kbd!Steve and how wonderful he is. The whole family sitting cosy in the living room and Steve just giving his family heart eyes because he loves them all so much 🥹🥹

thank you for requesting <3 kisses before dinner au, mom!reader

Steve lets out a sigh of content. He feels like a kitten falling asleep over a bowl of cream, or a little boy the night after Christmas. He feels content, in every sense of the word. He had no idea he could feel this happy doing nothing.

You’re on your stomach. Finally home from work and with no chores left to do, you’ve stretched out the big green puzzle rug and unboxed Avery’s newest one thousand piece jigsaw. The edges are coming together slowly, the constant plink of pieces as you sort through them colour by colour lulling rather than grating. Avery lies opposite you in the same position. She might be Steve’s physical replicant, but she’s your copy now. She’s even perched her hand in her chin the same way you have, the tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips in concentration.

Wren is awake yet perfectly happy in Steve’s lap. She’s had enough cooing for this evening, babbling as the cartoon mermaids on the TV begin to sing a big musical number. Dove sings along, nestled under Steve’s arm. Many of the words are foreign to her. She swaps them out for nonsense sounds.

Bethie sits on one of Steve’s socked feet eating pretzels and clapping when the cartoon sea creatures clap, her hair tickling Steve’s knees whenever she moves. It’s the calmest night you’ve had for a while. What’s better is that, besides you and Avery, everybody’s had a bath, and so all that’s left to do tonight is have dinner and go to bed.

You’ll wait until the morning to shower, decked out in your pyjamas, Avery’s hair swept into a protective style to prevent any tangles or knots.

He can’t really put his finger on why he feels so happy. Perhaps it’s because, at the end of the day, this is everything he’s ever wanted. He doesn’t need the finer things or even the moderately good things, but he has them. He has a nice, clean home (though it’s fit to bursting now with the newest arrival). He has a wife who he loves, and who loves him. He has his four daughters, their pet fish, and a best friend four streets away who he can see whenever. It’s more than he ever thought he’d get, once.

“Dad,” Bethie whispers.

“Yeah?” he whispers back, voice filled with a mischievousness that makes Bethie smile.

“Why are you smiling?”

You turn to look at him. “You are smiling. What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” he insists.

Dove turns under his arm. Her toddler face is pretty much identical to her baby face, the only difference being her mouth full of baby teeth that she hasn’t quite mastered talking around yet. “You are smiling,” she says, like this is a problem to be solved.

“What’s so bad about that?” he asks. “It’s a good thing, smiling. You guys should try it sometimes.”

Predictably, every girl looking at him is immediately glaring at him. Well, for a moment, but then Bethie cracks and smiles shyly. “I smile all the time,” she argues.

“You do. Not my cranky pants,” he says, giving Dove a gentle shake. “We don’t like smiling, do we?”

Dove, despite herself, grins at her dad’s affection. Maybe she’s forgotten you’re home, but she wraps her arm around Steve, careful of Wren’s face, and smiles into his shirt. “No,” she says. “We don’t.”

He kisses her head, sharing a private look with you from over it.

Avery doesn’t glance away from her puzzle. “I love smiling.”

“You’re so good at it, that’s why,” you say. Steve hums his agreement.

“Yeah, you’re beautiful!” Bethie says.

Avery pulls her head up, then. “Thank you,” she says, sounding surprised and delighted at once. “You’re beautiful too, Beth!”

“I’m pretty like mom.”

“And I’m like dad,” Avery says, nodding. She smiles exactly like Steve would as she says it, driving her point home efficiently. Her lips curve up and her almond eyes thin, sparkling with love as she looks between Bethie and Steve.

“We’re handsome,” Steve says.

“Handsomely beautiful,” you say. “Ave, did you know handsome used to be a word only said about girls?”

Avery shakes her head as you delve into an explanation. Bethie crawls to the jigsaw circle to listen.

“You’re handsome,” Steve says into Dove’s forehead.

“I am beautiful.”

“Yes, you are. You’re all so pretty, ‘cos you get your good looks from me.” He laughs. “And a little bit from your mommy, too. Mostly from me.”

Dove hears the laughter and it catches like a yawn, her giggles peeling as she falls backwards away from him and into her nest of pillows and blankets. “You’re happy,” she says with a big smile.

“I’m so happy I could cry,” he says. He grabs one of feet to squeeze her toes. “But I’m getting sick of the mermaids, honey. Can we watch something else after this? Maybe something with real people?”

“Maybe.” With Dove, maybe tends to mean no.

He shrugs, adjusting the arm that secures Wren to his stomach carefully. She’s peering up at him curiously. “I can’t win them all, can I?” he asks her softly.

She smiles and gurgles something unintelligible.

“No, you’re right. It’s just mermaids. We’ll live.”

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From Golden Grove, Love Sunset Bird

[ongoing fic] {I started a planned multi-chapped fic as well as others related in the same concept - but not necessarily in the same timeline/continuation. This was what started the chain of OL fics. See all related fics on Ao3 here, and for just this ongoing one right here.

The chapters are not exactly going to be linear - the chapters will all take place at each individual MC’s step, so due to the year and age differences, the chapters will not be happening at the same time depending on which MC’s chapter it is.

Both MCs will be using they/them and left, strictly because everything about the MC is so customisable, from their Name, Looks, and Gender - all of which can be changed at any stage so, really I left most of those details up to however you want to interpret/imagine them as. Frankly, it’s not the main focus of this fic. View the MCs however you wish.}

[Summary:

Letters, Postcards (and potentially Emails) that span across years.

Long distance friends spilling their hearts over paper.

From, Sunset Bird ~ Love, Golden Grove]

(you are here) First - Next One: Beginnings & Always Step 1 ~ Hilltop Beginnings

Lizzie thinks it’s so funny that your pen pal is six. Well, pen pal is a stretch, considering your city friend ( baby , Lizzie insists on calling them, they’re so young they’re basically a baby) mostly sends you postcards plastered with stickers and a few words written by their Mama . It hasn’t changed since you started sending them letters - your doodles and writing in as many different coloured crayons as you could manage - at the start of the year.

You met them through a creative type of program you saw a colourful poster for Friends As Far as the Eye Can See - Friends even across the Sea and you thought it sounded fun! Kids came and went at Sunset Bird, so you felt, it is pretty neat to have some kind-of friend that would still be your friend no matter what - summer going by wouldn’t be an issue cause so long as you kept sending letters, and they sent postcards, you were basically always connected!

Mom and Ma sat you down before you started sending them letters, a very long and very booooring lecture about stranger danger and what you could and couldn’t say. Both of them really hovered over your shoulder when you wrote your first letter. They seemed to relax when the first postcard from your pen pal arrived, it had a letter from their own Mama as well which was addressed to both of them instead (well, not to Mom and Ma exactly. It was for the ‘Parents’ so basically them).

Your moms said that your pen pal lived in the city. You’re not sure why a six-year-old was doing this, and you kind of agree with Lizzie that they were pretty smallish in age (not that you’d ever tell her of course). Unlike you, it turns out, this wasn’t their idea.

“Their mother signed them up for this. I guess she was hoping to give them a special friend,” Your Ma says as she brushes your hair and you when you ask if they knew - Mom and Ma always have all the answers after all! You let her fuss over your hair as long as she likes, you love it.

You wonder if they knew what was going on, Mom says they do as kids are always more mature and smarter than people give them credit for and she winks and both you and Lizzie. Mom and Ma’s friends liked to say Lizzie had a sharp wit (you don’t think Lizzie likes sharp things at all actually) and that you were uh…

“ A precocious child ,” Your Ma repeats those words when you asked. She makes a face like she doesn’t quite like that people called you that. You ask, because you don’t even know what that word means.

She smiles, but you can tell she’s smiling because you were slightly frowning. “It means you’re very mature, very grown-up, in a lot of ways. But you’ll always be my little baby.”

You guess you sort of understand what the word means now. Maybe? You don’t feel like an adult though. You still like to collect shells and make silly drawings and play all day, nothing like what your Mom and Ma do. But you do feel sort of kind of responsibility towards your far-away pen pal. Lizzie may be your older sister, but you were the older one between you and your pen pal. You felt like you needed to be cool? Or at least someone they could look up to, hopefully…

It’s summer right now and you finally have more time to play at the beach, so maybe you should tell them ‘bout some of the cool shells you’ve already found washed up recently? Or maybe about some of the tourists from places you’ve certainly never been to before? You just hope these were more interesting letters than the ones you wrote during your school days, where the most exciting stories seem to be about funky school lunches at the occasional field trip. Normally, you’d just write about your family…

“Come onnnn,” Lizzie huffs, dramatically slumping against your bedroom door. You forgot she’d been waiting for you. “We’re supposed to meet Shiloh at the playground since forever ago!”

You don’t want to tell her you don’t really feel like going. Shiloh is her friend; no matter how much you’ve tried to bond with Shiloh all the times you’ve seen him so far. You like to think you’re pretty likable (maybe?). You like talking to people and making new friends. You don’t really know why Shiloh not liking you bugs you so much.

“You go on ahead, I’m thinking about-”

“About what to write to your baby friend far far away ,” your sister sticks her tongue out, ending with another dramatic impatient huff. “Nevermind, I’m going without you.”

You feel a little guilty, especially since you promised to go with her. But you also want to finish writing your letter…

…

Which unfortunately goes nowhere. Your paper is getting crumpled with all the times you’ve erased your pencil scribbles. Slumping back down your chair with a sigh, you wonder if you should go meet your sister after all. But you’ve been staring at the now very crumpled paper that was supposed to magically be your letter for a long while now. The sun was setting…

But you were getting nowhere, so outside you go! You made sure to call out to you Mom and Ma you were simply going for a short walk. Mom tells you not to wander too far, and even though you know that super well, you made sure to yell back that you wouldn’t.

You take in a deep breath, the air salty. Without the sun high in the sky, it wasn’t super hot at the very least. You were ready to just hang around the curb outside your home and stretch just for a bit. But you spot someone, a stranger. He was sitting on said curb, slumped over with his head in his hand. With the stranger hunched over, you could only see the sandy colour of his ponytailed hair.

You stare long enough that he notices you.

You thought it was funny, at first. But the more you thought about it later, the sadder you felt. Cause the stranger, a dad it seemed, offered you a twenty-dollar bill to be his son’s friend. You knew very well that wasn’t how kids your age made friends. And even though it would have made you super rich, it didn’t feel right to take it. You didn’t mind meeting ‘Cove’, without that money bribe thank you very much. You think friends should be made without being paid to do so. Meeting new people made you super excited anyway. It would also be super fun to have another kid your age, next door even! Most kids your age lived super far away, and if not for school, you think it would be super hard to meet kids your age at all.

You agree to help the stranger-dad look for Cove. You found him on your hill.

Made you wish you were magic. You’ve never met anyone so sad.

Of course, you made a promise to make this boy with the prettiest hair and the sad frown smile. You felt like you had to.

……

Hello Fairy Friend

Is that ok? You gave me so many many mermaid stickers last time and called me your mermaid friend. So I wanted to call you something special too. You like fairies right?

I think I met someone magical today. His name is Cove, and I think he’s super special. His hair is green like the ocean in the morning. He’s my new neighbour, and I get bubbles inside me when I think about that.

Cove was really sad though. Nothing I say makes him smile. I wonder if I can get him to smile.

I feel sad for him. His dad wanted to give me twenty-dollars to be his friend. Moms and dads don’t do that right? Like, you mom didn’t give you money to send postcards to me?

Anyway! That’s it then! It’s my mission this summer to make my new neighbour smile!!!

Making new friends makes people happy, right? It made me super happy to be friends with you, even though you live so far away.

I wanted to do so many things and nothing at the same time this summer. But now!!! I have a plan!!! It is super great!!!

I’ll let you know if Cove and I become friends. Cause you’re my friend too, and I want you to know!

Okay, bye!!! Send me a postcard soon!!!!

From

Your Mermaid Friend!!!!

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Hi🌻💜

22. “This isn’t goodbye.”

#22- "This isn't goodbye."

"Liar. You know it is."

There was nothing Shisui, for all his witticisms, could say to that.

They sat in silence for a while longer, looking down at the bustling streets below as their feet swung through the open air. If it had really been Ino's choice to be here, she'd have picked somewhere else. The communal Yamanaka gardens, probably. As it was, whatever Pein had done didn't quite align.

Eventually, Ino couldn't stomach the silence any longer. The shock had worn off, the rage and screaming, her fists beating against a chest warmed with the mimicry of life. The demand for answers, the frantic grapple for chakra she couldn't access and techniques she couldn't use to rip this illusion apart. The anger. The denial.

"It's not real," Shisui had said, soft as though that could have made it any less painful. Any less true. "But it's not fake either... not really."

A non-answer. Maybe, knowing her father and herself as well as Shisui's own skills, Ino shouldn't have expected anything less.

"A goodbye would mean we'd never see each other again," was the counter Shisui finally came up with.

Ino planted her hands on the pylon either side of her thighs and rolled her head sideways to look at her brother.

Her dead brother.

"You're telling me this is the afterlife."

Shisui pressed his lips together at that, abashed as much as amused, and his dimples carved shadows into his cheeks. He was both exactly the same and so different from how Ino had remembered him; photographs hadn't done the animation of his expression any justice, had made him look smaller when he was more of a size with her father, to say nothing of his voice and laugh. It was heartbreaking - or, if would've been, if Ino had allowed herself to linger on the thought - to realise that her memory had been so stunted. That she'd already forgotten so much.

Half her life had revolved around this boy.

Ino shook her head before he could respond, grim and stubborn in her conclusions. "It's not. If you weren't a figment of genjutsu or my own brain, then you'd tell me the truth. I don't have the answers, though, so neither do you."

Agony glinted in Shisui's dark eyes. Despite the blinding brightness of the noonday sun overhead, he wasn't even squinting.

"Ino-chan..."

Ino couldn't bear to look at him any longer but the idea of wasting these precious moments not drinking him in... Instead, a pitiful compromise with herself, she tangled their hands together and had to blink back tears at the illusionary warmth and strength in his grasp.

"If you were really my brother, you'd tell me why you died. You'd tell me the truth."

A hitched breath beside her. Another first.

Shisui had never cried in front of her, before. He'd been like that, sadness in glimmers that he was careful to shield her from. Wondering how much he'd concealed had only made the grief and guilt worse in the long term.

"But you can't."

Her voice was barely coherent now, thick with the tears that didn't fall but blurred her view of Konoha into a smear of sky and colourful checkers.

"You're not him. I won't see him again, you're here because I wanted to see you but that doesn't make it true... So, you're right. It's not goodbye. You were never here in the first place."

Her fingers were going numb from the vice grip Shisui had on her hand, clutching it between both of his and then bringing her knuckles to his forehead when she swung her hair as a curtain between them. Tears dampened her skin.

"I don't care if you don't believe me. This isn't your time, Ino, and I don't want to see you again for many years because you've got a whole life ahead. I'll see you after. But-" and, now, Shisui's voice was almost too thick to follow "-I want you to know that I never wanted to leave you. I'm so sorry, imouto, but I'm so proud of you. And, even if you don't believe me, I hope you don't doubt that. I hope you tell Sensei and your mom that I love them, that I'm watching, that I'll see them one day too."

Ino could barely breathe, it felt like she was choking on too much and too little, and then Shisui's arms were sliding around her shoulders and they were crying together, tangled. And they weren't outside any more, no longer suspended like guardians above the home that Shisui had adored, but perched on the counter of her mother's flower shop.

And, suddenly, it was all too much.

This was an unfamiliar hug, she'd been a child when her brother had died and now she was almost the same height, now she could grip him back and feel the shudder of his spine as he mourned everything beyond his reach. And it was the cruelest, most beautiful thing, to glimpse a perfect what-if and know, in your soul, that you'd never see it again.

Suddenly, Ino realised that she didn't care she was a Yamanaka, that she was training to be an Interrogator, that she was a Shinobi and supposed to look underneath the underneath, that she was never supposed to concede and blindly believe.

"You're here," Ino wailed, and it was something between heartbreak and utter relief. "Nii-san, you're here."

"It's not goodbye, Ino," Shisui agreed, even as everything started to fading, like mist slipping through Ino's arms and she couldn't hold him tight enough.

"Shisui-nii-"

"I never left you to begin with."

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purplesurveys · 27 days

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What were you doing at 10:30 this morning? I was at Sunday mass sweating my ass off.

Is there anyone else in the room with you? It would just be me and the wrestling match that's playing in the background.

If you married the last male you spoke to, what would your initials be? RM, funnily enough.

What did you have for lunch today? I had looooooots of sushi and looooooots of sashimi. It was my cousin's 20th birthday and my mom wanted to treat our extended family to lunch, so to a Japanese restaurant we went.

In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘L’? Laurice :)

How old is he/she? She's 25 this year.

What colour are your father’s eyes? Dark brown.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female? Guy.

What’s the 9th song on your iTunes “Recently Played” list? I haven't used iTunes since the first half of high school.

What colour are the eyes of the last male you text messaged? I bet they're dark brown as well because everyone I talk to is Filipino anyway.

Who is the first contact in your phone? What colour is his/her hair? A work contact; black.

How many tracks were on the last album you listened to? Hope on the Street has six songs on it.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you? My mom, I guess? She rarely does it nowadays though. I do have a relative on my mom's side who once tried to embarrass me publicly by invalidating/questioning my profession, so I'll count him.

Is there a song you can listen to over and over and never get fed up? That would be Closer by RM, ft. Mahalia.

Do you have a friend whose name begins with ’H’? Describe him/her. Hannah! I was closer with her in college and we barely talk now, but she's the kind of friend that you'll...always just kinda have a soft spot for, so I love her all the same. She's very nice and can be cheeky in a very endearing and lovable way if she wants to, and a terrific singer.

Are there any songs in your iTunes library that you’ve never listened to? Don't use iTunes anymore.

So, how are you? Is there anything wrong? I'm okay. I had a terrific 6-day break that I spent running errands and having an extremely productive Wrestlemania marathon, but this Sunday evening I'm winding things down with surveys so I can be relaxed and calm for when I come back to work tomorrow.

How do you handle awkward situations? It definitely depends on the situation, but a safe go-to is to just use my phone and pretend to look occupied.

Who is the most intelligent person you know? Hans, my dad, Andi. Couldn't pick just one.

Who was the last female you were introduced to? Not too sure...it may have been someone related to work. I meet so many people everyday hahaha.

What was your first impression of her? I can't even remember the person haha, sorry!

Who was the last male you were introduced to? ^ Same.

What was your first impression of him? ^ Saaaame same same.

Name one of your favourite foods that starts with the letter 'F’. "Weird? What? What's weird? The only thing weird would be if someone didn't like Mexican food, because I'm making FAJITAS!"

Do you have a close friend of the opposite sex? Yes.

Would you ever consider being more than friends with them? Hell no, he feels much like a brother-in-law at this point lol.

Who is the 8th contact in your phone? Is he/she in a relationship? A work contact who's actually a pretty well-known/established local actor; I have his number as I needed to work with him for a brand I used to manage. He's married.

If you could travel back in time, which year would you go to? I'd love to have been present and conscious for Wrestlemania 17, which took place in 2001.

When was the last time you made a sandwich? What did you put on it? I don't frequently make sandwiches but the last time I had one was two Saturdays ago. I had a(n overpriced) Monte Cristo.

What were you like as a 12 year old? Just as much of a dramatic rebel you'd imagine an angsty 12 year old to be. I fantasized running away and cutting off my family, having tattoo sleeves, and was still busy being the problem child/black sheep of the family. Wrestling was what kept me sane at the time, as it was impossible for me to make friends in school.

What colour are the eyes of the last female you text messaged? Dark brown.

When you woke up this morning, what kind of mood were you in? A little sad since I realized it was Sunday already.

Are you hungry? Craving any food in particular? No. I had so much sushi earlier and still feel full that tbh I don't mind not eating til tomorrow.

In the past week, how many times have you cried? Once, but it was all good tears cause I was just crying over a wrestling match and how nicely-done the storytelling was told lol. For anyone who would care - Warrior vs. Savage, Wrestlemania 7.

On a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being amazing), how good is life atm? 7.5.

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teejaystumbles · 9 months

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personal questions tag game!

I got tagged by @ginoeh, thank you! Were you named after anyone?

Actually yes, I did a bit of digging because my Mom always said I was named after (a book character by?) Liselotte Welskopf-Henrich, but I think they named me after what she received as an honourary name by the Dakota, "Lakota-Tashina". (My parents were always very interested in Native American cultures) Since I know that I like my name a lot more even if I haven't earned it the same way :)

Do you have kids?

Yes, one :)

Do you use sarcasm?

A lot, mostly when I'm angry or taking the piss. It's probably awful for everyone involved because I can get very cruel :/ (I'm not proud of this)

What's the first thing you notice about people?

I try not to look at people? Because of anxiety, but then I usually notice how they are talking, their tone of voice and posture, how comfortable they are. I'm bad at remembering names but faces are better once I got the nerve to look at them LOL

What's your eye colour?

It's brown. I wish I had inherited my dad's grey-green though :/

Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending please. I like to be scared a bit sometimes, but I handle horror podcasts better than movies

Any special talents?

I can draw quite well I guess!

What are your hobbies?

Drawing my favourite blorbos, writing fanfiction, crochet

Have any pets?

Not since I was a kid. I'd like to have one again but I don't like the hair getting everywhere

Which sports do you play/have you played?

None. In German we say "Sport ist Mord" LOL I guess that's me. But I enjoyed Badminton in school

How tall are you?

172cm

Fave subject in school?

Art

Dream job?

I'd love to be a comic artist or book illustrator but I'm disillusioned enough (or old enough) to know that I do not have the stamina to be a full-time artist. I cannot handle the self-promotion necessary and would not have the energy to put out enough to make a living.

I'm tagging noone, I'm not in the mood to think of people who haven't done this already right now. Feel free to do this if you'd like to share abit about yourself!

#tag game #about me #personal

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Her Everything Ch 13

Sunday rolled around much faster than you’d hoped, still trying to mentally prepare for introducing Catalina to Rafael, still honestly unable to wrap your head around the fact that he was back. Not to mention it would be the first time Lucia saw him in nearly four years.

You’d spent the week running scenarios with Amanda and Olivia, thankful for your regular Friday evening wine mom night while you tossed out ideas of how to move forward. Amanda seemed more open about Rafael being involved, Olivia was still pissed about Barba abandoning their friendship. She didn’t say it, but you could tell she was thinking about how she’d let Shelia into Noah’s life only to have him kidnapped later on, and the thought of something like that happening terrified you. Rafael had definitely proved he was a stubborn ass who made rash decisions in the past.

Catalina was settled at the coffee table with multiple colour books and a few smaller toys to keep her occupied while you helped Lucia in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the toddler over the breakfast bar.

“Stop picking at your nails.” One hand grabbed yours, separating them while the other shoved a large glass of wine into yours. “You’re not the one that should be nervous.”

“Hmph.” You replied, swigging back your wine. “Have you talked to him at all?”

“He called to say he was back, asked if it was okay with me for him to come today. Tried to apologize, but I reamed him out.”

“Lucia…”

“What? You know he deserves it, you should be hitting him where it hurts if he tries to pull anything. Even if you’ve gotten over what happened, he left that beautiful baby girl without a Father and he’s lucky as all hell that you’re letting him into her life.”

“Well…I did very strongly tell him Cat would only know him as a friend of mine until I could figure out how to explain everything to a toddler.”

“It’ll come to you.” She gave your hand a squeeze when you jumped at the sound of a knocking on the door, “breathe…” You gave her the best smile you could muster up, moving back to the living room with Catalina.

From your spot on the couch you could slightly see the entrance way to the apartment, it was a relatively open space, their voices echoing through the air. Rafael greeted his Mother, giving her a quick hug and you smirked as you watched her give him a swift smack upside the head. She started to tear him a new one, you were at least thankful she was doing so in Spanish, Catalina wasn’t as well versed in it as English, though, being almost four it’s not like she understood much of the language anyway. It was when Rafael began to fire back and their voices gained volume and frustration that you let out a loud whistle. They stopped and glanced toward you, your head titled towards your daughter,

“Maybe not in front of the toddler?”

“Sorry..” Rafael ducked his head in embarrassment, wincing as his mother laid another smack onto his arm before returning to the kitchen. He hesitantly made his way into the apartment, taking the chair perpendicular to the couch where you and Catalina were sat. You brushed a bit of hair out of her face, turning her attention to you off the colouring,

“Catalina can you say hi to Momma’s friend? This is Rafael..” The girl glanced up from her work, taking in the soft smile on the man’s face. Rafael was doing his best to stay externally calm while he was absolutely wrecked on the inside. He suddenly understood just how you must’ve felt at the surprise arrival of himself back in New York, the panic mixed with pain, love, utter confusion. He was back in a place he used to be on a weekly basis, with two of the same people he’d shared such golden memories with, and the third named after one of the ones he loved the most.

“Hi Rafal.” He grinned at the best pronunciation the girl could give of his name, “Can you pass the blue?” She continued, gesturing toward the container of crayons that was on his side of the table. He slipped the crayon out, holding it out to her, she took it with a small thank you, returning her attention to the artwork in front of her. “You work with Mommy?”

“Uh-kind of.”

“You a police man?” He gave a soft chuckle at her question.

“No. I’m a lawyer.”

“Like Unc’ Sonny?!” He noted the way Catalina’s eyes lit up with excitement at the connection, his heart fluttering at the glee on her face, her eyes carbon copies of the ones he saw in the mirror everyday.

“Yeah.” He smiled, “Just like Uncle Sonny.” He didn’t miss the glare you shot him over your daughter’s head, no doubt a stab that he was in fact, not just like Sonny, but choosing to work against him.

“Pink please.” Catalina extended her little hand, blue crayon in it for Rafael to return to the box as he swapped out the colours.

You were ever thankful when she warmed up to him faster than you thought she would. Though Cat was used to having a lot of your friends and coworkers in her life, and honestly, there was a small part of you that knew the easy connection had to have something to do with the fact that Rafael was her father, whether she knew it or not. The heavy tension and awkwardness that hung in the air between the adults slowly dissipated as the minutes went on, Catalina babbled away to Rafael as she coloured, you translated a few things here and there, knowing he wasn’t fluent in toddler speak.

Despite knowing everything that the three of you had been through, Lucia couldn’t help but hope that you would be able to work things out as she watched from the kitchen, the view of a real, potentially loving family in front of her for the first time in a very long time. She knew her son had fucked up beyond belief, that he deserved any amount of shit that you threw at him, but the idea of him actually getting to be a Father warmed her heart, knowing that he would do everything he could to be the best he could be. When she noticed the timer was nearly out, she called out interrupting your little colouring fest,

“Dinner’s almost done, Rafi will you set the table?”

“Yes Mami.” He stuck a green crayon back in the box before rising from the chair, surprised when Catalina jumped up from her seat.

“Abi!” She called out, still unable to fully pronounce Abuelita, “I help.” Lucia chuckled softly, giving her granddaughter a soft kiss on the head while she passed her a handful of forks, warning her to go slow over to the table. You couldn’t help but smile watching the toddler clamber up onto a chair as she did her best to place the forks in their required spots on the place mats, Rafael helping her with the further ones as he put plates down. Her next mission was to get her sippy cup refilled with juice before placing it on the edge of the table by her spot, climbing into her booster seat before you buckled her in.

You were pleasantly surprised when dinner went much more smoothly than you’d expected, Lucia asked her son about work, wondering why on earth he’d gone the route he did, but things stayed civil. By the end of it, Catalina was comfortable with your ‘new friend’ and the adults seemed to have resolved at least a couple of things as the night went on.

Catalina found a home in your arms, settled on your hip as you helped the other two carry things back to the kitchen. Lucia obviously packed up leftovers for all three of you, reminding you that she expected all of you to be back the following Sunday for dinner. You passed Cat off to her for a tight hug as you tugged your sweater back on, making sure your daughter had collected her things before tossing your bag over your shoulder and collecting the toddler once more.

“Can you say goodnight sweetheart.” You urged her when Rafael found himself in the apartment entrance with the two of you.

“Night.” She held up her hand for a high five, something Uncle Sonny had been very enthusiastic about, mumbling something along the lines of ‘it was nice to meet you’.

“Goodnight Catalina. It was wonderful to meet you. I hope to see you again soon.” Rafael gave her a soft smile, his eyes darting up to yours as she snuggled into your shoulder. “Please…keep in touch…” He’d pulled a business card from his pocket, the pleading ever evident in his eyes, the ache to be part of both of your lives again his number one priority now.

“You know where to find me. We’ll see you next Sunday.” Mustering up the best smile you could you gave an air kiss to Lucia and left the apartment. You knew there was a hell of a lot to go through, a hell of a lot to process, to try and figure out exactly what route you were going to take with the entire situation. But at least this first trial attempt had gone as well as it could have.

It was on Tuesday you came back from questioning witnesses with Rollins that you found a Starbucks on your desk, your brow furrowed, the cup was still warm, and it was full. You figured it was from Sonny, he’d regularly bring in coffee for the squad when he popped in, especially the ones he knew needed it most. Over the next little bit you started to find more, a treat, snack or coffee here or there which confused you even more. It was only when you’d been in questioning a perp, Rollins at your connected desks that you returned to a fresh cup and chocolate chip muffin that her eyes met yours, a curious look in her eyes.

“Barba…” You let out a heavy sigh, dropping into your chair with a roll of your eyes. You tossed the muffin over to your partner and dumped the coffee cup into the garbage, there was no way you were going to accept his apology tokens unless you were in dire need for them.

After your second dinner at Lucia’s with the four of you was when things started to pick up heat, instead of just little treats on your desk, you came home to a small gift bag outside your apartment door. A stuffed toy inside for Catalina, a new colouring book, a note hopeful that you’d reach out. After your third dinner at the Barba household you came back from arresting a perp to find a fresh cup of coffee on your desk. Originally you’d rolled your eyes, knowing that he was trying to make up for his mistake, but the sight of a single purple post it note stuck to the lid made you want to hurl it across the room in a heartbeat. You’d had multiple text conversations with Rafael over the past few weeks, he knew what your limits were, the boundaries you’d set in place, and not only was this crossing them, but the purple post it? That was a major memento of your relationship, you still hadn’t been able to bare using that colour of note, angry tears and frustration burned through you as you noted his scrawl across the note, a casual restaurant and time listed.

Rafael felt the shakiness in his body as he settled into the booth at Mulberry and Wine, you hadn’t exactly replied to any of his little trinkets, but he held on to what little hope he had that you’d show. He simply wanted to be part of your life, be part of Catalina’s life, he only hoped that you wanted to make your little broken family a little less broken. He felt his heart jump into his throat when the bell above the door dinged, the sight of you glancing around the restaurant until you found him, the moment your face hardened, he knew his hopes weren’t about to be granted.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You weren’t wasting time, sliding into the booth across from him.

“I-what??”

“A purple post it? Seriously? How dare you Rafael! You can’t just pretend the last four years never happened and jump back into things like everything’s fine!” Before you were able to launch into it, the server popped up at your table, you gave her the best smile you could, “I’m so sorry. I won’t be staying, please just wait til I’m gone to come back.” You palmed her a twenty, you’d spent a few years server and knew there were few things as awkward as needing to approach a table when the guests weren’t having the best time.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to express that.”

“And I told you I needed SPACE! I need time to process that you’re even back in New York! You should understand that considering I gave you four years of it! You think you’re having a hard time comprehending that you suddenly have a kid?! Try raising that kid on your own because the love of your life completely abandoned you and everything he knew with no explanation! You made a stupid, rash decision and you screwed up a lot of people in doing so and you know it. Stop being a fucking coward and own up to your mistakes.”

“I..did what I thought was right at the time. Please. I will never be able to apologize enough for what happened, I want to be part of Catalina’s life, to actually be her father.”

“You sure about that? ‘Cause the last time you were left alone with a baby it turned up dead.” You pushed yourself out of the booth to stand, “I will continue to let you into Catalina’s life on Sunday’s at your Mami’s, but if I find one more goddamn post it on my desk, or unprovoked gift on my doorstep, I will begin legal actions, understood?”

“I- yes..” Rafael hung his head, nearly missing you storming from the café.

He’d done his best to try and warm you up, ease his way back into your life, hoping that the little trinkets would bring you back to a better time. A time where it was totally normal for him to leave things on your desk, usually along with a gentle kiss, he should’ve known it was too much to fast, but he was simply rushing to make things better, to have his daughter in his life, to have you in his life. He had no idea that he had as much of a desire to be a father, to be the best father Catalina could ask for, he wanted nothing more than to have her in his daily life, no matter what the cost

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #her everything #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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themichaelvan · 10 months

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tagged by @changingcore / 15 questions for 15 mutuals (oh fuck do i even have that many)

are you named after anyone? - birth name, nope. does it count if i got my chosen name from a fictional character??

when was the last time you cried? - this morning!! nothing 2 be concerned about i got woken up by the fire alarm (also nothing to be concerned about it just needs the battery replaced) and was so tired & upset i started crying, which happens. more often than i would like. hm. maybe i named myself after the wrong afton kid

do you have kids? - nope!! i do like interacting with them though but only like 3 max at a time JFJRJFNG

do you use sarcasm a lot? - irl yes, online only sparingly. & i make it very exaggerated not usually deadpanned or anything so people can Tell (which of course nobody needs except for Me but i digress)

what sports do you play/have played? - did soccer when i was a little kid (Hated It), was on a swim team for a while, and did marching band for the longest (which is my favorite and yes it counts as a sport and you cannot say it doesn't until you've been in marching band. cunt)

what's the first thing you notice about other people? - typically clothes and then hair! i have a relatively mild (but still pretty bad compared to ppl without it) case of face-blindness, and i CANNOT tell people apart by their faces at all unless they have smth like a bunch of facial piercings or a scar or smth Noticable so i tend to look at other things first.

eye colour? - ??? hazel-brown ??? no idea tbh but at least partially brown

scary movies or happy endings? - HAPPY ENDINGS. i am soso scared of scary movies i will gladly watch the little prince for the 60th time. Alternate Universe - Everybody Lives / Nobody Dies is one of my favorite tags on ao3.

any special talents? - ? What does this mean. i guess proofreading/editing?? i have always LOVED doing it and i just. naturally keep track of all the Language Rules and enjoy using them. the autism kicking in i suppose. and yes it does count as a special talent actually you would not BELIEVE how many candies i got in 5th grade from ppl bribing me to read over their essays.

where were you born? - arizona/usa. same town as my mom actually (despite her moving like 7 times in between her birth and mine)

what are your hobbies? - listen to music and pace around my room until i pass out. and painting, writing, drawing, various other arts n crafts, guitar, percussion when i have the chance (rn i only have a practice pad :|), and mobile games of heavily varying quality.

do you have any pets? - not atm but i used to have two cats (both still alive just in different household) that i still consider my little kitties :] i have 150+ pictures of them on my phone if you ever need cats i Got you

how tall are you? - 5'11" now!!! was hovering around 5'7"-8" for the longest time but i recently had a growth spurt and now im only the SECOND shortest in my family (out of six)

favourite subject in school? - by the material probably math! it is sometimes difficult for me to get a concept but once i do it's Easy. i also do have an advantage (parent has math degree and is good at explaining) but i try and make up for it by helping everyone else as much as i can jfjdndjf. by the Class def band/music class if that counts. both of my music teachers have been both very scary yet very nice to me and i loved their classes so so much and i extremely enjoy playing instruments with other people (when they behave)

dream job? - sorting pokemon cards in a comfortable chair as a day job with a 4 day workweek, being a freelance renowned fiction editor on my own time, with occasional music-related gigs (tutoring, repairing stuff, playing in concerts, etc). i give you no shit if i could do that for the rest of my life and get paid well enough to live on my own or with roommates i like, have a cat, and have enough time and energy to homecook a meal 3-4 nights a week i would be so happy. that's all i want in life. "oh you would get bored doing the same thing day in day out" no i wouldn't "how" autism.

tags: @irradiatedblood @schmope-is-dead @sapphireclaw @bmo-2143 @pokette @soldiertransgender @astral--horrorshow @catnerdenby @unrestrainedbalderdash @buggiboo @lunar-anomaly @altruisticmystik @syntacticerrortxt @catlokis-blog @rosesareredjaybirdsareblue . okay. okay i think that's 15. im pretty sure. jegus.

#chatter #tag game #as usual no pressure and lmk if you don't want to be tagged in things like this!!!#terrence. if u r seeing this. i am so sorry this took insanely long JGJFJJSKFMMGJT #i realize i did not have to do it but i DID .!!!!!!! it's been in my drafts forever ive been slowly chipping at it

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