#this popped into my head as i was falling asleep and i burst out laughing

[holdoncallfailed]

he ain't heavy he's my mutual

#this popped into my head as i was falling asleep and i burst out laughing #text

[luveline]

i love how you write roan 🥹🥹🥹 what if she sees reader upset about something (sad song or movie? not something super serious) and she cries because you’re sad and she doesn’t want you to be

ty for ur request ♡ fem!reader

Eddie lavishes like a king in the corner of the new couch. This is the life, he thinks, the sentiment strengthened by your foot warming under his thigh and Roan's entire body stretched out in his lap. 

He tucks her hair out of her face and presses a soft kiss behind her ear. He loves movie nights. A bowl of jiffy pop popcorn with extra butter and milk duds cools to his left, your body screwed up in a shape to his right. You're so endearing he's stopped being surprised by it, and Roan's his eternal love —he has the perfect girls for company every single day. 

"Eddie?" you whisper.

He and Roan both look at you. "Yeah?" 

"Does the–" You cover your mouth so Roan can't see. "Does the mommy seahorse die?" 

"You've never seen this movie before?" Roan asks. 

You drop your hand. "Well, I thought I did, but I guess I fell asleep last time?" You speak with your face turned toward them but your eyes on the TV screen, horror dawning in the pinch of your brows. "No way. No way!" 

What follows is a few long minutes of absolute silence as the movie progresses. The mommy seahorse, who's been sick the whole movie, says goodbye in a burst of colour. Eddie isn't sure if he loves watching something this sad with Roan this small, but he supposes she'll feel much worse than this as life goes on. Still, he hugs her nice and tight in case she needs it. She's been known to cry at movies: she cries every time the Part of Your World song plays in The Little Mermaid. 

Eddie's cried a couple of times with her. 

He's a little surprised when she tears up, though. Looking down at her with pursed lips, Eddie rubs the length of her arm, silky pyjamas cold under his palm. "It's okay," he whispers, pulling her to his chest. "Don't be sad, Ro, it's just a movie." 

Roan shakes her head, her shoulders shaking as she crawls out of his lap and into yours. You let your knee drop to accept her. Eddie's slightly offended until the TV screen goes white and the tears running down your cheeks shine in clarity. 

"Baby," he says with a snort. 

You laugh yourself as Roan sniffles in your lap. "Hey, what's the matter?" you ask her. 

"You're crying," Roan says. 

"You're crying." You sniffle and wipe her cheeks with your thumbs. "We're silly, huh?" 

Roan isn't perturbed by the movie, it's your crying that's affecting her. She does as you'd done, wiping your cheeks dry with her hands before enclosing your shoulders in short arms. "Don't cry, mom. It gets better at the end of the movie. They find the starstone." 

You sniff and laugh, your foot shifting from under Eddie as you fold yourself around Roan, almost protectively. "Are you crying 'cos I'm crying? Princess, they're just movie tears. I'm a softie." 

"She's a huge softie," Eddie says, lost for what to do besides sit there and watch. 

"Are you okay?" Roan asks. 

"Baby, I'm fine. It's only a sad movie. I'm okay, I promise." You smile widely. "See?" 

Eddie decides nobody is in any real emotional distress, grabbing the popcorn bowl. "You know," —his words stagger as he gets distracted digging for milk duds— "we should start watching other stuff if you guys are gonna fall apart. You're gonna have headaches and I'm gonna have to take care of you both. We could watch one of my tapes–" 

"No, dad," Roan says firmly. "No way." 

"Which tape? I love you, Eddie, I really love you, but I can't watch your bootleg of Live in Irvine again this week. I'm all Metallica'd out." 

"Hey." He holds his hands up. "Whatever." 

You and Roan share a guilty laugh. "Maybe I could watch it one more time," Roan says. 

"You just feel bad for hurting my feelings." 

Roan shakes her head, dark hair bouncing around her cheeks. "That's not true, daddy." 

He puts the bowl of popcorn on Roan's play table and leans back, arms over the backs of the sofa with forearms hanging down, cool. He raises his eyebrows at his pouting daughter.

"I– I actually like Metallica," Roan says, an arm behind your neck, her cheek brushing your cheek. 

You make a pleased humming sound and nuzzle your cheeks together. "Me too." 

Liars. "So we can watch it tonight?" he asks. 

You whisper something in Roan's ear. 

"Um, no. Y/N's too sad from the movie. I think you need to make her feel better, with, uh…" You whisper again. Roan's eyes widen with understanding. "With The Little Mermaid!" 

"Oh, awesome, so we're gonna cry all night?" Eddie asks. 

He gets up to put it in the TV. You drag yourself to his side in the corner of the couch and the three of you smush together into a bundle of warmth under a big throw blanket. When Roan cries during Part of Your World, you shush her and dry her cheeks affectionately. Eddie can't help laughing. He loves you both, but you're such gigantic softies it's unreal. 

"Would you still fall in love with me if I could speak?" you whisper. On screen, Prince Eric tells Ariel she can't be the one after all, her voice taken by the evil sea witch. 

Eddie can't see your face, his head resting on yours. Each word you speak vibrates up. "Of course I would." 

"My pick up lines were half the selling point," you argue. 

You're a flirt sometimes, he'll give you that. "I'd love you even if you had a fish tail instead of legs. Eric doesn't know how good he's got it. I'd miss your voice." He draws a short line down your arm with his marriage fingertip. "But you'd still be my Y/N." 

"That's Disney cheesy," you say with a scoff. 

But. You weasel your arm around Roan's front to hug him, too. Gentle, you press a kiss to the slope leading down from his neck. His flirting was cheesy for sure, and it worked like a charm. 

#eddie and roan #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[slafkovskys]

for angel how would each of the boys react to like that tiktok trend where she whips their kisses off

angel loves a good prank, especially ones that she sees on tiktok because quinn is more likely to fall for it.

she starts setting up the night before, choosing to sleep in the room that was designated for her even though she had never once slept in it. it raised some eyebrows, especially jack’s since she was supposed to be with him that night, but they let it slide as they all trickled off to bed one by one. when morning came and her alarm sounded, she has a devious grin on her face.

she’s pushing her feet in her slippers and racing to the kitchen to set up her phone in between some cereal boxes. she hears quinn coming down the hall and she moves over to the fridge, heart racing at the thought of him being her first victim. she doesn’t pay him any mind as he makes his way into the room, doesn’t even flinch when he wraps his arms around her waist, “you’re up early.”

“couldn’t fall back asleep,” is her answer as she tilts her head to the side. just like she anticipated, his lips surge forward to meet hers in a quick kiss. as soon as he pulls away, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand and turns her attention back towards the fridge.

“hey,” his fingers gently grasp her jaw and he turns her head again, kissing her with a little more force for a little more time. when he pulls away, she responds the same, this time wiping her hand on the fabric of her pajama shorts before reaching for the milk, “what’s-”

“angel!” jack has a gleeful expression when he enters the kitchen, completely oblivious to quinn’s confusion and the fact that angel was trying not to burst out laughing. he crosses the room quickly, “i didn’t think i would see you this morning. i went to your room for my kiss and you were gone.”

“i couldn’t sleep so i decided to make some breakfast,” she answers simply, accepting his kiss when he bends down. unlike his brother, he presses a series of kisses to her lips so she makes a show of wiping them away on a kitchen towel nearby.

jack looks heartbroken, “dude?”

“did you piss her off?” quinn is quick to blame, “she wouldn’t sleep in your bed and now she won’t take our kisses-”

“did i miss a family meeting?” a still sleepy-looking luke joins the party with his hoodie pulled over his head. he makes his way over to the girl, shoving jack to the side so he can wrap an arm around her waist and thumb at the exposed skin between her shorts and top, “morning, angel. you coming today?”

“no,” she responds, this time pushing herself up on her tiptoes for a kiss in hopes of throwing them off. when they pull apart, she wipes her hand on her top and luke scoffs. she tries to feign innocence when he pulls away, “what?”

“i was wondering how long it would be before you tried that one,” luke huffs as he pulls some fruit out of the fridge to make his smoothie. jack and quinn stare at him baffled while their girl has a proud grin on her face. luke shrugs his shoulders and pops a blueberry into her mouth when her lips part, “it’s a prank. don’t let her make you think she’s pissed.”

she lets herself be picked up by jack, squealing as he plops her onto the counter, “angel…”

she swings her legs back and forth, “gotcha.”

#hughes bros x angel #quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧! [𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: Blade x fem!reader

Warnings: nothing, just cute fluff~

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. 音阙诗听, 赵方婧, 昆玉 - 端午节

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Sometimes it's nice to remember that Blade can be very caring and sweet, even if you don't think of him that way right away. I hope this warm and cozy evening with him will bring you joy and New Year's mood (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Tiny splashes settle on the skin of your hand when you lazily tear the peel of a tangerine, filling the room with a characteristic sour smell. So calm and peaceful that you almost fall asleep, sprawled on the table with the soft sound of the TV on, just like your sullen lover with his arms crossed over his chest. Heavy eyelids cover the man's scarlet eyes every now and then, but he continues to sit steadfastly on the chair straight while you carefully peel the tangerine slices from excess white veins before handing one to Blade. He doesn't even bother to pick it up, instead just opening his lips and letting you put the citrus slice on his tongue. You rest your head on your palm, watching the man's eyes close as he pops a juicy piece of tangerine in his mouth, silently enjoying the sweet and sour taste before slowly chewing and swallowing.

You like such quiet and cozy evenings. Blade doesn't come home as often as you would like, so you especially appreciate even the time spent like this, in peace and quiet, satisfied only with his presence next to you. To tell you the truth, you wouldn't mind just taking one of the softest blankets you can find in your house, draping it over your shoulders and taking a little nap, basking in the warmth created by your and Blade's bodies pressed against each other. And it would have been the perfect end to the evening, if not for one "but".

— Blade, — you mumble softly, spreading out even more on your own palm, catching the mumble of a man barely distinguishable from the noise of the TV, it seems, gradually losing the battle with sleep. — Let's take a walk.

— Why?

— Well… the New Year is coming soon after all. Although I like our gatherings at home, but who knows when you'll have to leave again.

Blade mumbles something unintelligible again, reluctantly opening his eyes and fixing his gaze on your sleepy face.

— And where do you want to go?

— I don't even know, — you throw your head back thoughtfully, looking at the ceiling. — We can just go wherever we want!

— That still doesn't answer my question.

A heavy sigh.

— Don't be such a bore! It's just a walk, it doesn't have to have any purpose.

Blade lets out a short sigh, looking at your pouty face as you pop a slice of tangerine into your mouth. Even if he always looks sullen, often stubborn and boring you with his taciturnity or, on the contrary, excessive meticulousness, it's really hard for him to deny you what you want.

— Okay. Just for a little while, I'd still like to take a nap.

You instantly perk up, bursting out of your seat and moving closer to Blade, breaking into a satisfied smile.

— Seriously?!

The man can barely contain either another sigh, or a laugh caused by your funny reaction.

— Seriously.

✧ ✧ ✧

The spicy smell of baking and tea is in the slightly frosty night air, and the lively noise of festive bustle can be heard from the streets. Such a bright contrast compared to that quiet evening, which you both refused, but you are even more inspired by that, running your eyes over each elegant Christmas tree, sparkling lights in the windows and small shops, from where the mouth-watering smells of New Year's treats come.

— Tch, where were you in such a hurry? — Blade grumbles in displeasure, obscuring your delightful view with his tall figure.

You barely had time to open your mouth to scold the man, when suddenly your own soft scarf was pressed to your lips, which Blade carefully wrapped tighter around your neck. You wince and sneeze when the lint tickles your nose, giving your lover a pouty look.

— I wasn't cold.

— Your cheeks are red, — Blade raises an eyebrow, loosely tying the ends of the scarf on your chest before stepping aside again.

— A light frost hasn't harmed anyone yet, — you mumble dissatisfactionedly into your scarf, grabbing Blade's hand again and continuing your leisurely walk.

It didn't take you long to find a new reason to be excited when a shop with caramel apples caught your curious eyes, just as Blade didn't need words to fatally proceed to it, leaving you on a bench nearby. Then hot tea with spices, cute Christmas decorations, near which you hung around for several minutes, desperately fighting a verbal battle with Blade for the fact that you just need them.

Although it might seem that you were being followed by someone who looked more like a gloomy stalker dressed in a black cloak, a scarf covering half of your face, and a hat than your boyfriend, when you rushed forward, finding a new object of genuine interest for yourself, the concern of others receded when Blade over and over again, he caught you by the hand, then pulling you away from another food store, lamenting that later you would complain of abdominal pain, then humbly buying what you liked.

Time flew by so quickly. You haven't felt this childish carelessness for so long that you just gave yourself up to this fleeting feeling, ignoring how tired your legs were, and not paying attention to how there were almost no people around you two. Blade just listened to your endless chatter in silence, allowing himself, even if only for one evening, to relax, succumbing to your infectious carelessness.

— Y/N, it's time for us to get back.

You turn around when you feel Blade stop, still holding your petite hand tightly in his.

— Oh, already? — you sigh in disappointment, burying your nose deeper into your cozy scarf. There's not a soul around you. The noise of conversations and footsteps disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only the distant sounds of stalls closing and lights fading. — Yes, you're right.… Shall we go home then?

You smile softly with a slight note of sadness in your voice, already about to go in the opposite direction, but you feel Blade's hand still holding you in place, forcing you to turn around, puzzled.

— Is something wrong? — you return to your seat across from Blade, looking questioningly into his scarlet eyes peeking out from under a soft black scarf.

The man just continues to stare at you in silence for a while, which should have seemed scary and strange to you if you didn't know Blade, but you just keep looking back at him, slightly narrowing your eyes, until he finally bends over. The fingertips of his free hand lower the scarf from your face, gently cupping your jaw. You barely have time to figure out what's going on, just about to open your mouth to start talking, but the words just stick in your throat when Blade's slightly cool but soft lips are pressed against yours.

Just for a few seconds, but you manage to feel his warm breath on the skin of your face, the light spicy aroma that permeated his clothes and hair, and the sweet taste of caramel. Blade so rarely takes the initiative in physical intimacy that you just freeze, allowing him to leave this short but tremulous kiss on your lips before he silently pulls away, for a moment lingering on your flushed face, either from frost or embarrassment.

— Wh-what are you doing all of a sudden?.. — you blink in confusion, squeezing his big hand tighter.

— I thought I'd better do it myself before you make me.

You follow Blade's gaze as he looks up, noticing a sprig of mistletoe hanging over both of you. Slowly, but still, the realization of what happened comes to you, and you gasp loudly, returning your gaze to Blade, whose face is already buried in a voluminous scarf again.

— Have you been deliberately lulling my vigilance all this time so that I forget that I want to kiss you first?!

You pout, pretending to look offended. It's even good that his face is now covered with a scarf, and you don't see how the corners of Blade's lips lifted in a smile just looking at how your eyebrows are slightly frowning, but your eyes are still sparkling with genuine joy.

— Yes, that's right.

— This is terribly mean! — you keep grumbling even as you both turn around to walk back home as slowly as you came to this cozy place. — Next time I'll take you right under the mistletoe and do it first, you'll see!

Blade nods softly, interlacing his gloved fingers with yours.

— I'll be waiting.

#headcanons #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai:star rail #honkai:star rail x reader #hsr x you #hsr fluff #hsr drabbles #blade #blade x reader #blade x you #blade fluff

[xoxoavenger]

Head Over Heels

pairing: Steve Harrington x SingleMom!Reader

summary: As Y/N watches Steve with her baby, she realizes she may be head over heels for him, and she can't help wondering if he feels the same way.

word count: 5017

warnings: so much fluff i got a toothache writing this

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Y/N woke up slowly, feeling the sun shine down on her. She doesn't remember the last time she was able to sleep in this late; it was probably the early days of her pregnancy. 

Why was she still sleeping?

She shoots up in bed and looks to her right, but there's no crib. In fact there's none of her things here. Because this isn't her room. It all comes flooding back, and she remembers handing James off to Steve and falling asleep. So where is James?

In her haste to get up, she trips over something - someone - Eddie. He groans as she falls to the ground, letting out an 'oof' as the wind gets knocked out of her. He tuns and goes straight back to sleep - did he even wake up? - and she scrambles to get up and open the door, going through the short hallway to see Steve on the couch. She's about to shake him to wake him up, ask him where the fuck her child is, when she sees how he's laying. 

He's sprawled on the couch, one arm above his head. His mouth is open, and he is lightly snoring. One leg is off the couch and the other is laying off the end. And on his chest is James, one hand clutching Steve's shirt and the other stuffed in his mouth. Steve has one hand on James' back, and both boys look like they could stay asleep for 12 years. 

Y/N sees a camera on the counter and she grabs it, not willing to let this moment go. She lifts it and takes a picture, smiling as it pops out of the top. She watches as it develops, longing bursting through her even though the exact moment is still playing out in front of her. 

James stirs on Steve's chest, but before she can grab him Steve's eyes shoot open and his other hand goes to James. She quickly sets the camera to the side and pockets the photo, watching as Steve blinks slowly and smacks his lips together as he wakes up. James puts his hands on Steve's chest to sit up, looking at his mom and letting out a cry. 

"Oh," Y/N laughs, going to pick her baby up as Steve stretches, neck popping. "Thank you for taking him. I haven't had that much sleep in awhile." She watches as Steve smiles at her tiredly. James lets out another cry and Y/N sighs.

"I had to break into your trailer in the middle of the night to grab a bottle and diapers." He tells her. 

"Shoot, I didn't even think about that. I usually don't sleep for that long, I thought I would wake up before he needed anything." She feels embarrassed that Steve went into her messy living space and had to change her baby. She'd had a couple close friends babysit for an hour or two, but she'd never have someone take care of her baby like that. 

It felt nice. 

"Don't worry about it. We had a fun time. He only cried once, and it was at your place." Steve leans over and grabs Clover, the small tan bear that James could hardly bear to be separated from that justice fallen from his grasp while he slept. 

"Thats why I didn't wake up." She looks at James, who is babbling as if he's gonna tell her all about his and Steve's night. "I'm sure you had fun with Stevie." Y/N tells him, blinking when he screams. 

"I take that as a yes." Steve hopes the blush rushing to his cheeks isn't that obvious. 

"Thank you so much, Steve. You're a life saver." She reaches in for a hug, letting James squeal in between them. 

"Anytime."

~

"Hey, where does Steve live?" Y/N had called Eddie, which was strange because she lived a literal 3 second walk to his trailer. 

"Uh," Eddie blinks, not sure what to answer. "Is there a reason you want to stalk my friend?" 

"I'm not stalking!" She laughs, but Eddie is still confused. "I made him a cake." She says it quietly, and his eyes widen. 

"Y/N," He starts, trying to think of what to say. "Why did you bake Steve Harrington a cake?" How is Steve Harrington pulling Eddie's hot neighbor? 

"He took care of James all night last week. I need to do something nice to thank him." She says it as if its so obvious, and Eddie just nods. 

"Uh, I can give you his street. You know what his car looks like, and he doesn't have work today so he's probably there with the kids or something." At his words Y/N's heart races a little bit, because Steve is just so good at taking care of children and she finds it so, so hot. 

"Okay, that's fine." Y/N tells him. She almost drops the phone when he answers.

Steve lives on the rich side of town. He lives on the opposite side of her.

"You there?" Eddie asks when she goes silent. 

"Yeah, sorry. When is he coming to yours, Ed?" She asks. She doesn't want to know just how rich Steve is.

She's weird about money. She works at the diner, where James plays in the playpen that she spent way to much money on and the owners graciously let her keep James there. She barely makes enough to live at the trailer park and pay for James' things. What was she thinking, making Steve a cake? 

"Tonight." Eddie smirks. He'd like to give himself the credit for getting Y/N and Steve together. He knew they would be perfect together, because Y/N's hot and nice and has a child, which is basically Steve's type, and Steve is nice and great with kids, which is basically all Y/N's ever wanted.

So yeah, he's gonna take the credit for this one. 

"You should come over." Eddie smirks. "And before you say anything you can bring James." He knows her main excuse is James, and that for some reason she's backing away from him. 

"He's just going to be loud and probably ruin everyone's time." She tells Eddie, and sighs when James yells. 

"Well Steve clearly doesn't care." Eddie knows he's pushing it. 

"I'll think about it." She whispers before hanging up. 

People should just call him the matchmaker.

~

"Where the hell is Steve?" Eddie asks after Robin shows up and Steve isn't immediately following. Robin furrows her brows as Nancy walks through the door, holding a bag of snacks and booze. Jonathan follows, a small bag of weed in hand.

"He called and told me he was already here." Robin says, confused because when she looks into the small trailer Steve is nowhere to be found. 

"He hasn't showed up." Eddie turns to let Robin in, who goes to check the bathroom and Eddie's room as if he was lying. 

"What the hell," Robin mutters. Eddie looks around, concerned. He hadn't heard from Steve, and he didn't know why he told Robin that he would be here when he hadn't even talked to Eddie about that. He was starting to worry when he looked out the window and spotted Y/N's trailer, and right behind it a beamer stuck out. 

"I know where he is." Eddie announced, smirk on his face as he turned to the rest of the group. They all stared at him expectantly as he paused for dramatic effect. "Isn't it obvious? He's at Y/N's." 

~

Y/N was covered in everything from flour from the cake to spit-up from James when she opened the door and saw Steve, standing there in his probably expensive clothing and even more expensive cologne. 

It was all she could think about. She knew it was wrong, and she tried to think about how Steve had taken care of James all night, how he had even thought to grab Clover. She thought of the polaroid on her end table next to her couch. 

"Steve," She sounded breathy and Steve was already head over heels for her. 

"Hey," Oh God, he forget how to flirt. The most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen and he was going to blow it. "I was on my way to Eddie's and I thought I'd stop by." He told her with a small smile. 

"So you're not exhausted from the other night?" She turned to open the door wider. He looked tired, and she knew that he was probably still trying to catch up after sleeping on the couch and waking up in the middle of the night for James. 

"I just don't sleep well." He said as he walked into the trailer. "I came by to see if you needed any help before tonight. Eddie told me you were coming." Of course he did. 

"I actually really need to take a shower? James is sleeping, so it shouldn't be too bad. Thank you so much." She practically rushes to the bathroom, so excited to be able to take a long shower. Well, not long, but long,  but much longer than the two minute showers she'd had to take while James played on the bathroom floor. 

Once she felt like a new woman, she walked out to see Steve sitting on the couch, staring at the picture she had taken at Eddie's. 

"This is adorable." Steve told her, smirking. She felt herself flush at the fact that Steve found the picture. 

"I thought so too." She said, sitting on the couch next to him. She yawned, which caused Steve to yawn in turn. They smiled at each other. 

"Maybe we could watch some TV before going to Eddie's." Steve suggested, knowing that all he wanted was sleep. This would do though. At least they would be resting. 

"Good idea." She reached for the remote. "We just have to be quiet, because I might kill you if James wakes up." She's only half joking, so Steve smiles. 

"Fine by me." He says, shrugging. 

Five minutes later, they're both passed out on each other. 

And that's how Eddie and Robin find them when they walk in after their knocks go unanswered. Steve looks uncomfortable, his back against the couch and his legs still in sitting position, but his mouth is open and he's snoring. He's got an arm around Y/N and the other under his head. Y/N is laying practically on top of him, legs curled up with a peaceful smile resting on her face. 

"You've gotta be joking." Robin says softly, blinking at them. Of course they were taking a nap. 

"Are we surprised?" Eddie asks, and the two simply shake their heads and leave Y/N and Steve to their nap.

~

"Why didn't you tell me his birthday was tomorrow?" Steve looks hurt as he follows Y/N across the lawn to Eddie's, holding James so Y/N can hold the bottles of margaritas and the diaper bag. James squeals as if he agrees, which makes Y/N roll her eyes.

"I'm telling you now, aren't I?" She had only told Steve because he saw the presents hiding in the shower, small boxes nicely wrapped. When he asked, Y/N nonchalantly told him that James' party was tomorrow because that's when his birthday was and Steve was welcome to come, she was making a cake-

"You should have told me sooner!" He argues as they walk up the steps.

"I thought Eddie would've told you." She shrugs, kicking the door so someone will open it.

"Well, don't you look like the perfect family." Robin is already intoxicated as she leans against the door, smirking at Steve.

"Did you know James' birthday is tomorrow?" Steve asks as he follows Y/N into the house. Robin snorted.

"Yes, Eddie told us last week." Nancy raises her eyebrows, because they all remember why Steve hadn't heard about it - the two had fallen asleep in Y/N's trailer instead of going to Eddie's. They had woken up sore, Steve moving Y/N to the bed before driving home, smiling like an idiot the whole time.

"Well no one told me!" Steve slaps his free hand against his thigh, causing James to slap his hand against Steve's chest.

"Oh my God, it is not that big of a deal!" Y/N has already poured herself a marg and put the diaper bag down in the corner. "If you have to work it's fine! It's his first birthday, he is not going to remember it." She takes a large gulp of her margarita - more like multiple gulps - and Steve puts a hand to the middle of his eyebrows.

He looks like such a dad.

"How am I supposed to get him presents?" Steve asks finally. Everyone stares for a second until Eddie louts out a loud laugh. It startles James, who lets out a cry and reaches for his mom. She frowns and lets out a small sigh, taking her baby and shushing him as he cries against her chest. 

"Steve, he's one!" Eddie yells, making James let out another cry. 

"Maybe don't yell." Y/N takes another big drink of her margarita while bouncing her baby. 

"What does he want? What do you need?" Steve ignores everyone and looks straight at Y/N, who lets out a sigh. 

"You can bring a fruit salad." She tells him with an eye roll, putting James down on the ground as he starts to wiggle. 

"I need to bring something else." Steve kneels down and grabs Clover out of the diaper bag, making a face at James as he gave the baby the stuffie. 

"You don't. I'm telling you right now that you can just bring yourself and that is fine." Steve shakes his head at Y/N's words, grabbing the beer that Eddie handed him.

"You think I'm gonna come to a party and not bring a gift?" Steve stands and crosses an arm while taking a sip of the beer. 

"Oh my God." Y/N's margarita must be done because she refills it. "Steve, if you don't come here tomorrow I will go to your house and force you to come here. And James is not going to give a shit if you have a present, as long as you're here." 

"Shit!" When James screams it, everyone turns to him. Y/N takes a deep breath. 

"This is your fault."  She looks at Steve, who is covering his mouth to hid his smile. 

"How is it my fault!" He asks, eyes wide.  

"Stop asking stupid questions." She is drinking her margarita like it's water while everyone else is still on their first drink.

"Maybe you should smoke some?" Jonathan suggests, earning the dirtiest look from Y/N. 

"Around the baby?" Nancy smacks Jonathan's arm and rolls her eyes, taking a drink out of her red solo. 

"Oh my God," Eddie rolls his eyes and downs his whole beer. 

"Can I bring alcohol to James' party?" Robin asks. Steve scoffs. 

"Robin, Jesus," He rolls his eyes and leans against the counter, next to Y/N. She leans against him, and his hand goes to her waist. Robin and Eddie shared a look, but neither of them were drunk enough to comment. 

"It's a valid question!" Robin defends. 

"Yes, it is alcohol friendly." Y/N tells them with a smile. She leans further into Steve as she takes another drink. James gets tired of playing with Clover and tries to make a break for it to Eddie's room, Steve shifts his weight to put a foot out, stopping James from going any further. He sits back and looks up at Steve, wide eyes looking betrayed. 

"What do you want for your birthday, hm?" Steve leans down and picks James up again, who screams and puts his hand in his mouth, chewing. "Maybe some teething toys." He pulls James' hand out of his mouth and lifts his eyebrows as James scrunches his face and lets out a cry, legs kicking. Steve struggles to keep his beer from toppling where it's pressed against the baby.

"That was so mean." Y/N frowns dramatically, grabbing a piece of ice from Eddie's fridge. She placed it on James' gums, and the baby immediately began sucking on it. 

"I cannot right now," Robin took Eddie's beer and chugged it, leaving Eddie to stare frozen.

"I need another margarita." Y/N turns and lets Steve hold the ice for James as she pours another large cup. 

"Oh, it's gonna be a fun night." Eddie grabs another beer and pops it on the counter. James grabs the ice from Steve in a swift move and lets out a scream as he throws it on the floor. Steve just stares before switching his beer to his free hand and downing it. He accepts fresh one from Jonathan, who had gotten up to refill his own drink, as James cries. 

"I think he's just tired." Y/N sighs, putting her drink down and grabbing James from Eddie's arms. "We shouldn't have brought him here." The way she says we makes Steve go a little dumb for a second. All he can thinking about is the fact that she thinks of him and her and James together - like a family. He would never say it out loud, because he's sure she doesn't mean it like that, but he's already run with the idea. All he's wanted since he realized his parents were never getting any better was to have a family of his own, his people that he could take care of. 

"Just put him to bed in my room." Eddie flicks his hand toward the back of the trailer, and Y/N blinks. 

"Your sheets would give my child twenty-seven different diseases." Y/N talks over James' cries, which are just empty cries from his tiredness. Jonathan starts coughing when a spurt of beer goes up his nose from laughing. Eddie rolls his eyes. 

"I just washed them!" Even James became quiet at that. No one believed these lies. "Okay, I know how it sounds, but I promise I did! Go check!" Y/N shares a look with Steve, and they both walk to the back room to see what they're dealing with. 

"I was not expecting this." Y/N says when she finds Eddie's bed unmade but clean. 

"He's probably having someone over soon." Steve chuckles as she lays James down. She sighs as she begins moving the pillows to create a barrier so James doesn't roll off the bed. 

"I didn't bring a bottle." She whispers, soothing the space between her baby's eyes. James goes from being wide awake to being slightly sleepy, but it doesn't work as quickly as Steve has seen his bottle work. 

"I packed one before I left. I think Eddie has some milk." Steve gets up and leaves quickly, and Y/N isn't sure if it's the alcohol or Steve that makes her heart warm. 

"Do you wanna know a secret, James?" She whispers, leaning in close. James kicks his legs and babbles some gibberish, smiling at his mother. "I think I like Steve Harrington." She smiles as he giggles. 

"Eef!" He repeats, and it doesn't sound anything like Steve but she laughs anyway. 

"What're we laughing at?" Steve comes back in with a bottle, and as Y/N sits up James gets excited, kicking his legs and waving his arms, excited for the bottle Steve was holding. Steve shakes it a little bit as he sits on the bed, handing the bottle to James. The baby drinks it quickly, his eyes closing. Y/N and Steve stay quiet as they wait for James to fall asleep. 

"You can go out there. I'll wait for him to fall asleep." Y/N whispers as she cards her fingers through James' short hair. 

"We're in this together." Steve puts a hand on her knee, and she melts into the touch. She looks up at him, and in that moment she wants to push Steve on the bed and kiss him senseless. Before she can do anything, James lets out a hiccup and they both look at him. He's asleep, the bottle laying discarded on the side. 

"Thank you." She says when they both exit the room, carefully shutting the door. She thanks God they don't have the money to buy one of those fancy ass noise machines, so James will likely fall asleep fine with the party going on. He's fallen asleep to worse in the trailer park.

"Anytime. I meant it." He tells her, and she knows her cheeks are heating. They were already warm from the alcohol, but this is worse. She needs another drink. 

"At least now we can hang out without a kid interrupting everything." She grabs his hand in a bold moment, and she watches his face blush as he squeezes it and smirks at her. 

"For the record," Steve says as he picks up her red solo cup to give to her, his beer in his other hand. "I'm okay with your kid interrupting us." There's music playing as he takes her free hand to pull her into him, ignoring the laughs and jokes from the others who are sprawled in the small living room. 

"You don't mind it?" She asks as she lets him place her hand on his chest, his own going to her waist, just a little bit lower than modest. 

"Not one bit." He shrugs as he says the next part. "But I am glad to have you all to myself at last." She leans closer and tucks her head into his chest, because otherwise he would see the stupid look on her face. 

Oh yeah, she's head over heels for him. 

~

When Steve shows up, Y/N's heart races, and not just because of the tight ass jeans Steve is wearing. He's carrying about five presents, ranging from huge to a small gift bag, and a bowl of fruit salad. 

"Steve Harrington," She starts, James on one hip and a probably alcoholic drink in a pineapple cup in the other. Her trailer is decorated in beach themes, a table with drinks and food and different color pineapple cups on the table. James has a small pineapple cup that's blue, matching his white shirt and blue overalls, the outfit being topped off by a blue hat with blue sunglasses. 

He looks adorable. 

The only thing better than James' outfit its Y/N's. She's matching him, blue sunglasses and all, her own blue hat a baseball cap with a Hawaiian flower on it. Her pineapple cup matches the colors of a normal pineapple, the only one to have done so. 

"Robin and Nancy got me all the decorations." Y/N smiles, distracting Steve from the sunglasses and hat Robin puts on him. Nancy throws a lei over his shoulders before he even knows what's going on. 

"Why didn't we just throw this at my pool?" Steve asks, setting his gifts down on the apparent gift table and puts the fruit salad on the food table. 

"Seef!" James calls. Y/N lets out a laugh as he reaches his short arms over to Steve. 

"That's better than 'eef.'" She tells Steve, his face all smiles as he takes James. Steve tickles the infants stomach, who giggles and squeals. 

"I didn't know you had a pool." Y/N goes to make Steve a drink, picking the large blue pineapple. This is not technically a lie, as she didn't know for sure. She had a pretty good idea, however. 

"You never asked." He smirked as he took the drink from Y/N's hand. He took a sip and almost coughed. "A bit strong, don't ya think?" 

"Well, you're three drinks behind!" Eddie yells from his trailer, carrying two six packs of beers and a present. "And the kids are coming soon." 

"What kids?" Steve asks, taking a larger gulp. 

"I invited your kids." The way she says it makes Steve's heart light, his kids. 

"I made Jon take them so I could start on the drinks." Nancy raises her pink pineapple, and Robin clinks her purple one against it. 

"We told them the start time was half an hour later so we can make a dent in the alcohol!" By Robin's laugh, it seems they have made a dent in the alcohol pretty well. Steve drinks more of his drink. 

"Steve could you come help me get the pack-n-play from inside? That way James can sit in it and we can play some games." She smiles as Steve hands James off to Robin, who is making grabby hands with the one not clutching the drink. The two walk up the steps and into the trailer, their sunglasses pushed to their forehead.

"What're you doin'?" Steve asks as Y/N rifles around her kitchen drawers. 

"What you think I invited you in just for that stupid old thing? I tug that shit with me to work and back everyday." She smiles as she pulls out the cigarette and a lighter. Steve smirks. 

"They're gonna realize even if we only smoke one each." He says, but he's moving toward her. 

"That's why we're sharing one." She smiles as she pops it in her mouth and lights it, taking a drag before handing it to Steve. He takes a hit, thinking shortly about shotgunning with her, however Y/N turns toward the open window and sticks her head out, blowing the smoke. Steve smiles as he presses up against her to let the smoke out. They take a few more hits, almost reaching the end of the cigarette before someone catches them. 

"You idiots." Eddie pokes his head around the trailer, and Steve has to lean uncomfortably to turn around. 

"Go back and babysit for five more minutes!" Y/N giggles, and Steve turns toward her and smiles. 

"I hate you guys." Eddie leaves, which means he doesn't see the moment Y/N's eyes venture to Steve's lips, the moment they both lean in slightly, foreheads bumping. 

"Steve!" Of course Dustin interrupts, and Steve hits his shoulder against the windowsill as Y/N accidentally hits her forehead against him. 

"Fuck," She mutters as her sunglasses fall to her nose.

"That little shit." Steve slides back into the trailer as Y/N follows, him going to grab the pack-n-play and her putting the cigarette out while pushing her sunglasses back up. 

Oh God, she almost kissed Steve Harrington.

She takes a deep breath, fanning at her face with Steve's back turned, before she grabs both of their drinks and follows him out. 

"He is so tiny." Y/N sees El smiling at James, who is blinking at her with wide eyes. He's never been around this many people, and Y/N knows that soon he's gonna scream. She makes herself and Steve another drink - spiked punch, her favorite - and hands it to him before grabbing James from Max's arms. She nods her head hard to make the sunglasses fall and deposits James into his pack-n-play, smiling as Steve comes out of the trailer with Clover and a couple other toys. 

"Hey, what're you drinking?" Dustin asks Steve as he looks over the drinks on the table. 

"If I catch you with even a drop of this, your ass is grass." Steve grabs a coke from the ice chest and shoes it at the kid. "That goes for all of you little," Steve trails off as he hears James squeal, remembering last night when James repeated the one word he shouldn't. 

"You're no fun." Max frowns as she grabs a coke. 

"We're not kids anymore." Mike crosses his arms like a child, crossing his point. 

"You're always gonna be kids." Jonathan smirks, finishing off his beer. 

"Henderson, you're going to be a kid until you're married and have kids, alright." Steve cuts him off, rolling his eyes but still catching Y/N's quick flinch. "Poor choice of wording, I'm sorry." Steve tries, taking a long swig of his drink from the straw. 

"It's alright, I get it." She smiled. She did get it. Times may have changed slightly, however they hadn't changed enough for her to be accepted by everyone. 

"I didn't mean it like that." Steve tries again, but Y/N just shakes her head. 

"It's fine." She knows he didn't mean it. She knows it's just the way Steve views the life cycle. 

God, she was a fool. Steve probably wanted to start fresh, wanted to have his own kids after being married. 

"It's not," Steve moves closer to make it a more private conversation. Everyone begins to start talking in groups, and Eddie begins trying to set up a way to play music outside and not blast it from his trailer. "I swear I didn't mean it like that." He feels like shit for chosing his words so poorly. Before Y/N can respond, James is screaming and she's rushing to him. It seems he's just hungry, so she decides it's time for presents so they can get right on to cake. 

"Can you grab a chair from around back?" She asks Steve, who nods and grabs one. He sets it down next to the presents, and everyone gathers around. 

"Thank you guys for coming." Y/N smiles at her friends, heart beating with love. "I'm so lucky that I live next to someone with such great friends." She jokes, looking at Eddie. He raises his bottle to her as everyone laughs and insists they're all friends. 

James isn't helpful with opening the presents, trying to chew the wrapping paper at every chance he gets. Steve is luckily quick enough to get it out of his mouth, but this makes James angry. Everyone got the cutest gifts, like the clothes Nancy and Jonathan brought to the baby guitar Eddie proudly gave. The kids got cute figurines and bath toys, and she'd opened a couple of Steve's gifts - teething toys. She almost cried when she opened them, asking Steve to put them in the freezer right away. When he got out, she was opening the largest present - a cute little kitchen that she can put in her living room so James can pretend to cook. Y/N was glad the sunglasses hid her teary eyes. 

"You didn't have to do this." She tells Steve as everyone begins helping with the cleanup. 

"Of course I did." He turns to James and smiles, tickling his stomach. "Anything for my family."

Oh yeah. She's head over heels alright.

//

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Hello - I know your requests are closed right now but, if you come back, can you write the proposal scene for the Dad! Ethan continuation thing? But every time Ethan tried to propose Samara keeps getting in the way with her antics. Even better if he pops the question without thinking after both he and Y/N are laughing after one of Samara’s shenanigans

(Don’t make me write the proposal scene💀🤣) So that was a lie.

𝐒𝐎...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄? — 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angst, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,298

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader    

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! and happy new year! <;33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

#The first time Ethan tries to propose, Samara is sick.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Ethan pops his face into the kitchen, where he sees Samara in your arms pushing against your chest and face. He rocks on his feet, his hand reaching into his back pocket, patting the black velvet box, he’s kept hidden from you for over a year since he had gone to Chad and Sam for their blessing.

“Y-Yeah what’s– Sammy baby–”

“No, no, no, no.” She shakes her head at you.

“-What’s up?” You huff, as she starts to cry out in discomfort. 

Ethan takes a deep breath, his eyes glimmering with genuine concern as he looks into your eyes. “She ok?” His eyes travel down to her flushed face. He walks over and presses the back of his hand against her forehead.

“I think she has a fever. I came in here to take her temperature but it appears I’ve misplaced the damn thing…So I’m probably just going to take her to the bathroom. Let the room steam up and see if I can get her to fall asleep.” Ethan nods as you begin to walk down the hallway. He silently follows you both and finds a seat against the tiled floors, gesturing to you to hand over Samara. 

Ethan smiles, taking Samara into his arms. Her feverish eyes stare into his, her expression one of pure adoration. She reaches a handout and touches Ethan’s cheek, her fingertips gently stroking his jawline. Ethan watches her silently, and a small smile crosses his lips. There’s a flicker of warmth in his eyes as he shifts Samara in his arms, and she leans her head against his chest. You look over your shoulder as you shake your dampened hand. The water fills up the tub making you grow closer to your little family from the loudness it emits. 

“You just needed daddy to hold you huh?” You hum as you push back her curls. 

Samara’s eyes flicker shut as Ethan strokes a finger down her face. Her expression sags and a smile breaks across her lips. “Mmm.” She coos, her fingers curling into a fist as she leans heavier against Ethan’s chest. She rests her head against his shoulder.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” 

“Mmm?” Ethan bit his lip and looked up at you. “Oh, that…just what you wanted for dinner tomorrow. I was thinking of takeout again, Moreno’s around the corner.” 

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind. Saves me the hassle of cooking.” You both laugh it out, the steam getting to the both of you but you didn’t mind it, Samara was getting her sleep. 

–

#The second time Ethan tries to propose, Samara gets bitten by a dog at the park.

Ethan looks up from his seat after writing down some notes. He sees you and smiles, waving you over. He sets aside his textbook on the blanket. “You're late?" He teases.

"Not my fault…someone wouldn’t leave until we found her red hair clip." You huff as you plop down onto the blanket across from him. Your eyes softened though watching Samara run into her daddy's arms. 

“Daddy!”

“Hi, baby.” Ethan cooed, as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Don’t you look pretty?”

“Mommy did it.” Samara turned her neck to give Ethan the full view of her space buns. 

“Yeah, mommy is good with her hands huh?” You scowled at the innuendo he threw out. He bit his lip to keep him from bursting into a fit of laughs. 

“Mhmm.” Samara hums, agreeing and completely oblivious to her daddy’s stupidity. You roll your eyes. 

Ethan laughs at your grumbling. “So, I’ve been thinking..."

"That's never a good thing." You smirk, letting out a laugh.

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Shut up.”

“Mommy a doggy…” Samara pulls at your sleeve getting up from Ethan’s grip. “Can I pet it?”

“Yeah, baby…” You respond to her not fully growing aware of what her question entailed. "I'm all ears." You lean back and give Ethan your attention.

"I think we should...you know..." His eyes glance away for a moment as if contemplating whether or not to say something. He looks over to Samara then double takes as he weighs in at the fact she was growing closer to a dog without a leash. “Sammy!” He panics, taking off into a sprint, your mom instincts kick in and you sprint after Ethan. Your heart feels like it snaps into two after she lets out a bloody murder yell. Ethan picks her up, inspecting the hand she cradled to her chest.

“Oh my god, oh god!” You run a hand through your hair as you look closer. 

“It didn’t break through her skin, it just indented her. It might bruise a little though.” Ethan reassured the ongoing battle he knew you’d be having right about now. You both took her back to the blanket, her signs of distress catching the other's attention. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Is she okay?” The missing leash appeared along with what you assumed was the owner. 

“Yeah, nothing too serious, just some bruising that will hurt for a while.” Ethan looked her over once more, pressing a small kiss to the side of her head. “Did he bite you hard?” Ethan asked her. A pouty nod was her only response. “Yeah? We’re gonna go home now, but a bandaid on your booboo.” He gestured to the arm she was holding. When she heard home her eyes widened, and a smile crept onto your face.

“No, no, no. Icecream.”

“You sure you’re hurt?” He muttered to himself, but you heard him nonetheless. “She gets it from you.” He turned to you.

You gasped. “Me?”

–

#The third time Ethan tries to propose, Samara finds the wedding ring. 

“Hey babe have you seen my tie–” Ethan called out to you as he entered your shared bedroom. He stopped at the door as he saw Samara sitting center bed with the black velvet box he’d gone through war to keep out of your sight.

“You’re what?” You called out.

“Uh…Nothing, nothing, I found it!” He cursed under his breath as he reached for the small child. He approached with caution cause one wrong move she’d cry and you’d be alerted. “Sammy.” She looked up playing with the box, his best bet was that she was trying to figure out how to open it.

“Pretty.” She held it out for him. 

“Yeah it’s very pretty…pretty box baby. For me?” She nods and he grabs it from her. He goes to stand up and hide it somewhere where Samara wouldn’t be able to reach, but when she looks up at him with her eyes, the same eyes he gets to look into every day. Sammy may have gotten his devious smile and his curls, but she got your eyes. “You wanna see wants inside?”

She nodded eagerly. He chuckled, then plopped down the bed in front of her. “You can’t tell mommy about this though.” He smirked. 

“Is a secwet?” He bit his lip, knowing she still couldn’t roll her r’s just yet, but her effort was one of the things he loved about his daughter. 

“Yeah, it’s a secret, so don’t tell…shhhh.” He pressed his finger to his lip. She nodded and mimicked him. Now talking in a low whisper. When he lifted the lid, his heart soared at the way her eyes lit up. She let out a long gasp. She looked at him and then to the ring again.

“For mommy!” She gasped again. 

“You think mommy would like it?” He looked at it with a funny face.

She nodded eagerly. “I want one too.”

“You want one too…I’ll see what I can do alright.” Ethan chuckled. 

“Ethan, have you seen my heels?”

“Did you check in the closet by the door?” He called out over his shoulder, then threw a wink to Sammy.

“No!” He heard you rush to the hallway. 

Samara then looked at the white heels that were by the door. She pointed at them then tilted her head at him as if to say Really. Ethan bit his lip to contain his laughter. 

“Don’t look at me like that…” He did laugh this time. He needed to find his tie. It was date night, one where he was going to take you out for dinner, then hopefully propose, but seeing Samara plop back onto your pillows, he wished to stay home with the two of you now. He looked back at where your heels rest then back to the literal definition of trouble. “Sammy?”

“Mmm?” She sits up.

“You wanna do me a favor?”

“What?”

-

#The fourth time Ethan tries to propose, Samara holds your heels hostage. 

“Sammy!” You run after her as she dodges and weaves her way around the apartment. “Sammy I really need my shoes baby.” You grow annoyed as Ethan chuckles from where he stands in the kitchen. “A little help here!” You sigh. 

“Oh, c’mon—you seem to be doing fine.” Ethan grins, leaning against the wall, legs crossed as he watches you chase Samara around. “Why’re we in such a hurry anyway?”

“We have a reservation!” Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

“Well, I’m sure we can spare a few more seconds.” He leans off the wall and walks over. Sammy darts away, squealing and giggling, but Ethan easily catches her before she even reaches the living room. “Gotcha” He says, grinning. 

“Really?” You huff, then shake your head. 

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a grouch.” He teases, then tickles her, making her laugh and squirm as she tries to get away from him. Ethan kisses her cheek again. Sammy squeals, hiding her face against his arm while he kisses her head, ruffling her hair. 

"I don't mean to be it's just...I don't wanna be late. I'm sorry." You look down at the joyous smile on your daughter's face, and let your shoulders shrug. You could never be mad at her. 

Ethan rolls his eyes—but not in annoyance, in fond amusement. “Well…let’s not keep mommy waiting now!”  He laughs, then kneels on one knee beside her, you miss what he says to her in her ear. You quirk an eyebrow at your two troublemakers. 

“Here mommy.” You look down at Ethan as you go to grab the heels, only it's not your heels that your hands touch. You immediately look down and your heart comes to a stop at the small black velvet box in your grasp.

“You wanna marry me?” He smirks. Then leans over to kiss Sammy on the cheek. She giggles waiting for your reaction. 

"What?" You open the box and a simple 14 carat rests inside. Nothing too flashy, just pure elegance and simplicity. Just how you love your jewelry. Like your little family that you get to call yours. “What?” You exclaim. 

He laughs. “Stop being cute, we don’t need another kid...” He jokes, taking a deep breath as if trying to steady himself. “I said you wanna marry me?” He smiles. “Cause I think we should get married.”

“W-What?”

Ethan chuckles once more. “I said, you wanna marry me stupid?”

“Well…yeah, but I-” You stumble over your words. “Why are you being so casual about this?”

“Cause...I’ve been trying to propose all month, but this one hasn’t allowed me to, so I figured I’d just involve her...that and my therapist said that it wasn't healthy to beat around the bush about this kind of thing.” He smiled sheepishly. “So wanna marry me or what?” He says casually again.

"Yes, you jerk!" You pout, smacking him playfully against his shoulder, your vision blurring from the tears threatening to spill.

“You like it, mommy?”

“Oh I love it, baby, thank you!” You bent down and kissed her. She beams up at you like you light up her night sky. 

“I do have one condition though.” Ethan smiles, reaching into his pocket. 

“What’s that?” You laugh hysterically as you glance down at the ring in disbelief.

"You have to wear that." Ethan smiles at your priceless reaction. You laugh as he takes the ring and carefully slides it onto your ring finger, a perfect fit.

Ethan smiles. A lightness fills his expression as an air of levity suddenly fills the apartment. “I-I know it's sudden, and it's not something we ever really talked about. But if these past four years have taught me anything– it’s that second chances are rare, and you should hold onto your person for as long as you can because you won’t know if you’ll ever see them again. I know I’ve hurt you in the past, and I will continue to spend the rest of our lives together making up for it. But what I also know, is that I want this more than anything, with you, with our baby.” He reached forward and pinched her cheeks while she now sat in your lap. “I know we already live together and we have an amazing kid and we basically treat each other like we’re married but I want to be married to you for real.” He pulls your hand gently towards him and presses a kiss on top of it. “So…you wanna marry me?” 

“It’s a yes always.”

“Yeah?” His smile grows.

“Yes!” You breathe out a laugh as you bring him into a sweet slow kiss. “Always.”

“Good to know…” He smirks and kisses you once more.

“Mommy here.” You both pull away to see her extending her hands out with your heels. You both laugh as you pull her into your arms. Peppering her cheeks with a thousand kisses. “No, no, no, no, no!” She laughs as you both showered her with love. 

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry series #writings by juls #my gif #scream vi:hcs

[byeol-ssi]

Heloo! I loved reading you "sharing a bed" trop it was amazing 😭 would you mind if i request one with the tot men? 🥺

Your work stays awesome as always 😭😭

hearts sealed by starlight

✦ artem wing. luke pearce. marius von hagen. vyn richter. x gn!reader

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW, although slightly suggestive jokes are made in marius' part) + various tropes. slight spoilers for luke's part if you've never played through his personal story.

artem wing *. ⋆ fake dating relationship

"ARTEM?" your tentative voice comes out as a whisper of sound.

artem hums in response. it was beginning to feel like, somehow, the silence had gotten louder now that you were both settled in for the night — with you occupying the bed, and artem laying on his makeshift cot on the floor.

your head pops out from above, and you look straight into his eyes with what seemed like surprise.

"you haven't fallen asleep." a statement, not a question.

work had been exhausting, to say the least. on the other hand, he was uncharacteristically wide awake despite the fatigue he'd accumulated throughout the past few days.

artem sighs through a smile. "it appears you haven't as well."

a beat. then, "would you like to come up and talk?"

"about?"

"anything, really!" your head peeks further out in your sudden burst of excitement, the blanket around your shoulders slipping. "let's just think of this as a sleepover. we can even share the bed!"

his forehead creases, "we never discussed, nor drafted a written testimony, should an event like ... bed-sharing occur during our agreed time together within the scope of our contract."

"artem, it's fine. it's not like i would file a lawsuit against you." you shook your head, laughing. "i probably wouldn't win anyway. so, come up."

he frowns. if he was being truly honest, the contract and terms were there more for his sake, since artem doesn't really know if he could control himself around you without them in place.

but then you're already scooting over, and he finds himself swiftly slipping in beside you.

the sheets rustled as adjustments were made, and you both soon realized with slight, sinking, horror that the bed was much smaller than you anticipated — evident in the way your skin inevitably brushed against his with every movement.

you clear your throat, offering him a sheepish smile. "i think people will definitely believe our story now ... but you still seem worried."

"although i do trust the judgment of celestine and my peers, i sometimes wonder if i'd gone too far in trying to protect my reputation," he admits quietly. "i'm likewise ashamed for involving you like this."

aside from the strain that came regularly with his responsibilities, artem found himself under extreme pressure and criticism from his environment.

somehow, being single while he neared his thirties labeled him as "unreliable and untrustworthy", and the firm subsequently saw a decline in clients.

this unfortunate reality is what brought him to you. by agreeing to become his pretend (keyword being, pretend. other synonyms included: fake, not real, an act) romantic partner, artem would be able to secure his image.

"hey. we do what we need to survive." you slid a hand across the bed and threaded your fingers with his. "and also, i've never been this happy before. so, i want you to stop burdening yourself with guilt."

he swallows, trying to ignore the warmth that spread from your touch and your voice — so soft and incredibly kind.

artem throws an arm over your stomach, keeping you as close as possible. skinship and other forms of physical contact were deliberated upon prior to this entire scheme, although nothing in your agreement explicitly stated that these had to be made only within public view.

artem only hopes you don't report him for taking advantage of this loophole. "you might fall off," he reasons out.

fitting yourself against the length of his body, your answering smile is warm, sweet, and playful. "swear to fall with me?"

"i swear," he vows, and nothing more is exchanged between you that night. when the moon rises high enough to peek through the clouds, you've already fallen fast asleep in his arms.

and artem stays awake throughout, wondering if he should someday reveal the truth of his worries.

what he expressed earlier wasn't a complete lie, but truthfully, he's becoming less concerned with preserving his name the longer he spends in your presence and focusing more on figuring out how to keep you as his.

because artem no longer cared if this was all fake, as long as he could stay by your side.

luke pearce *. ⋆ reluctant allies to lovers

"you never said anything about us sharing a room," LUKE snaps brusquely, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "i only agreed to this because you insisted that we could find a potential cure around here."

"just think of it as a vacation! you don't need any added stress, so don't worry about it and have fun. but not too much fun, if you catch my meaning. also, try to keep your hands to your —"

luke promptly ends the phone call as he steps back into the bedroom. two lamps had been left burning by the bedside tables, casting the space in a soft, warm glow.

you were already tucked into bed, cream-colored sheets dipping with the shape of your figure. you look up when he enters, setting the tablet in your hands aside. "was that doctor aaron?"

luke nods, dropping to the armchair. he rubs his forehead, trying to center himself. he's aware that he was being irrational, a far cry from his usual self.

the tension hanging precariously between you both wasn't the most ideal as well — another issue he admitted to being the cause for acting so cold and standoffish.

you purse your lips. "is something wrong? did he have any new leads?"

"no, no. he was just ..." playing matchmaker where his services were clearly unwanted, his mind provided. he coughs into his fist. "checking in."

an awkward silence ensues, one you break by nodding to where he was sitting. "okay ... are you sure you're comfortable sleeping there?"

"i've slept in a lot worse places. this is fine."

a sigh leaves your lips. "you don't have to. we can share, alright?" you propose, more forcefully this time. "i'd rather not have dr. aaron find out and scold me for not taking care of my patient."

ah, right. it wasn't unusual to find yourselves paired up frequently and you've played plenty of roles together in the past — albeit begrudgingly on luke's part.

and when you accidentally learn about his illness, you agreed to become his nurse/investigative partner as per the meddlesome doctor's request.

why? luke has absolutely no clue.

it takes all of his self-restraint to not glare at the bed, which would be the bane of his existence for the next ten hours.

"fine," he concedes. he lifts one side of the sheets, revealing your bare legs underneath. there wasn't anything remotely scandalous about your nightwear, but he squeezes the phone in his hands, terrifyingly similar to how a scandalized victorian woman would clutch her pearls.

he placed the gadget down with much more force than intended, and hopped into bed as quickly as humanely possible.

a cool palm — yours, he realizes — presses itself unannounced on his forehead, brushing away his bangs. he sits up jerkily, confident he was redder than a tomato.

"luke, you look like you're burning up. have you taken your medicine? how about some water?" you soothe gently, raising your hands to show you meant no harm. "or would you like me to leave? i can find somewhere else to stay the night, no problem."

and this is exactly why he dislikes working with you.

he doesn't even know you that well — has been trying not to learn more, has been doing his utmost to keep his distance — and yet, you relentlessly look out for him without making him feel as if he was glass.

and all luke wants to do is surrender.

he blew out another frustrated breath, stubbornly denying how you made him feel. it wouldn't be right. it wouldn't be fair. he shouldn't aspire for the bond between you to develop into something more.

not when he'd be leaving you too.

and so, he remains resolute in his decision to push you away — like all the other times in the past.

before you got too close. before his heart fell any further.

"it's nothing," he rasps, swinging a leg over the bed. "you should get some rest."

"do you ... want me to hold you?"

luke's entire brain halts, as does his attempt to escape. "wha — what?!" he sputters, heat climbing up even further on his cheeks.

"i heard it helps," you shrug. a yawn eclipses the next words that leave you. "doctor aaron said so."

he almost groans. luke should decline. conjure some sort of excuse or half-ass lie. drive the wedge between you even deeper than it already is — once and for all.

yet, when he clears the thickness lodged in his throat, something else comes out of his mouth entirely.

"yeah?"

you nod, motioning for him to come closer. "yeah."

he blinks. just this once, he convinces himself.

"okay." his nerves settle when he shuffles hesitantly into your waiting arms. his arms wrap around your torso as you settle back down on the mattress, burrowing deeper with his weight above you.

your hand starts carding through his hair, the sensation so relaxing that his eyes begin to droop shut. without thinking, he breathes you in, calming his heart in the process.

after a long while — when more stars eventually come out of their slumber and take their place in the night sky — you whisper, "are you feeling much better?"

he does. but that didn't mean he wanted to let you go.

"could we stay like this a bit longer?" he mumbles, lips grazing your collar bone.

you don't deny him. "sure, luke. as long as you want."

marius von hagen *. ⋆ arranged marriage

"you can take the left side," MARIUS offers, quietly going around the hotel room and flicking off the lamps.

you embrace the soft pillow in your hands a little tighter, trying to ease the nervousness quivering in your stomach. you find refuge in the queen-sized bed — which was ironic, considering that the bed was the last place you should be in given your present circumstances.

"is this another one of your cheesy pick-up lines?" you joke, attempting to lighten the subtly-charged air by adding, "because you're always right?"

the corner of his lips twitch the slightest before he shakes his head in amusement. "i am. but also because you always sleep on the left."

the sky had already deepened to a purple haze that reminded you of marius's gaze as you regard one another silently for a drawn-out beat.

your eyebrows draw up when his observation slowly sinks in, and you likewise couldn't help the suspicion that laces your tone. "i do? how do you know that?"

"you're my spouse." he shrugs easily. the bed shifts as he settles in next to you; the rustling of covers accompanying his movements. "these are things i should know."

you ignore the way your pulse trips over itself. instead, you flipped on your side to face him, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "but we've never even ..."

marius raises an eyebrow, and the smirk that followed after spelled purely of mischief.

"what? slept together?"

at your appalled expression, marius tips his head back and bursts into laughter, his hair a splash of color on the satin sheets. you're certain the warmth surging up your neck could rival even the hottest of stars.

"why would you phrase it in that manner," you grumble, sitting up and smacking him playfully with a pillow.

it was true. you've been married for a couple of months now, but still slept in separate bedrooms. he'd generously offered you a space of your own at his own house, and you'd always managed to get adjoining rooms during business trips.

this time, however, your parents were adamant about finally sending you off on a honeymoon they planned and prepared for — much like your marriage, and everything else that concerned your relationship — when you both initially refused and made excuses to take one shortly after the wedding.

his arm shoots out to grab hold of the pillow, bringing it down to catch a clearer view of your face. he stares at you for a few seconds, his expression softening, but his smile never slips.

"i check on you every night whenever i arrive home from work."

oh.

oh.

"and despite how spacious the bed is, i somehow always find you taking up the left side," marius continues, completely unaware of how your heart just shot itself up your throat.

"it's not really meant for one," you answer breathlessly, awkwardly huffing out a laugh. your hands fiddle with the edge of the pillow, "maybe we should start ... you know."

"sleeping together?" he unhelpfully — and too cheerfully — supplies.

your entire face bursts into flames again, but you refuse to let it show. "yes. you're my husband." you stick your chin up, feigning nonchalance. "it's only natural for married couples to share a bed. it'll also allow us to become more comfortable with one another in the future."

he'd be yours for real, if only you knew, and if only you asked.

carefully, he brushes your cheek with his knuckles, the ring on his finger glinting in the dark. "if it's alright with you."

"it is." you lean into his touch. certain you won't be running away from him anytime soon, he opens his arms out to you.

you duck your head to conceal your smile, laying your cheek against the center of his chest.

"but only sleep. no funny business, mr. von hagen."

marius wonders if you could hear the beating of his heart sounding out your name.

"i would never. sweet dreams, mx. von hagen."

vyn richter *. ⋆ childhood best friends to lovers

a hesitant knock resounds on VYN's bedroom door. he glances at the grandfather clock, takes note of the time, and smiles inwardly.

it seemed like you'd never changed. 

"come in," he calls out.

the door creaks open, and your head peeks in first, your shoulders and the rest of your body obscured behind the polished wood.

"hey."

"good evening. was the bedroom not to your tastes?" he asks, something that sounded very similar to amusement lacing his voice.

embarrassment flickers across your face before your eyes narrow in defense. "no, you know exactly why i'm here. can i please stay?"

"you're very welcome to. come in," he repeats, already fixing the sheets and fluffing the pillows to your desired liking.

you finally step in, closing the door behind you and heading straight for his bed. he stifles a laugh when you flop down — ruining his handiwork — and pat the space next to you.

he complies, although he settles in much more gracefully. "i presume you were experiencing some difficulties falling asleep?"

"it's nothing new." you nod, throwing the duvet covers across both of you. it flutters down similar to a butterfly's ceasing wings, cocooning you together.

"you're aware that i am a licensed psychiatrist, right?"

"how could i ever forget your two doctorate degrees?" you snort, rolling your eyes playfully. "you only mention them like — all the time."

he chuckles, lightly pinching your nose. "do not play smart with me," he tuts fondly, evading your attempts to swat his hand away.

you tackle him into an embrace instead, which he reciprocates. when you've both quieted from your fit of laughter, his hand moves to rub circles on your shoulder blade.

"still, you know that i can help you with this." he urges, more earnestly now.

you shook your head. truth be told, your response is one he's already predicted, but it wouldn't hurt to try and convince you once more. convince you like he's done for several years already.

"you're my best friend. i don't want you to take a look inside my brain. that's just weird and scary," you'd whispered to him on an evening similar to this. only this time, the features he's long memorized on your face were a whole lot younger. 

"why not?" vyn prods. "it wouldn't change anything."

"you can't promise that. not when there might be something truly wrong with me. or even worse, you'll bear witness to pieces of me that might lead you to regret ever becoming my friend." 

'impossible. i adore you too deeply, and cherish our memories together too fondly, to ever consider any part of you unsightly,' he'd wanted to argue back then. 

he only refrained from doing so and bit his tongue because that would mean upsetting the delicate thread in which your relationship hung.

it would mean crossing the line of platonic and leaving the safe barriers of "in-betweens". and vyn was not about to hastily gamble it all away with a poorly thought-out confession.

neither of you needed to say it aloud, but losing one another was yours, and his, greatest fear. 

"nah, s'okay. i fall asleep just fine whenever i'm with you." you yawn, bringing him out of his fleeting flashback while you snuggle deeper into his side — far too close to be "just best friends".

"really now?" he murmurs, masking the satisfaction that fills his heart and threatens to bleed into his tone. he presses you closer to his chest, his other hand wrapping around your waist, intent to hold you like he's done so, so many times before.

you hum, looking up at him one last time with a dazed smile on your face. "yeah. your bed is always much more comfortable than mine. maybe i should find one similar to yours."

or you can stay here, in my arms, forever, vyn thinks. he doesn't mind waking up with dead, aching, limbs for the rest of his life as long as your face was the first thing he woke up to each morning.

"sleep now," he tucks your head underneath his chin. "or else you'll keep me up all night with your rambling." 

"you adore my rambling," you add petulantly.

even though you never said the words to each other, both of you knew.

"i do. now, rest. wake me if you must," vyn says over your head. 

i love you. 

"mhm. good night, vyn."

i love you too.

✦ byeol’s notes: just to be clear, these were submitted waaay before i closed my requests. i worked on this quite late since i wanted to prioritize my event first, so i apologize for the exremely long wait!

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! thank you and ily ♡

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[mindofadoll]

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑛𝑐 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡.♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

Imagine being the little sister to a sister whose in a bad crowd. Then one night my big sister has an all girls sleepover with her malicious friends. Of course my sister tells me not to bother her friends so I stay in my room. However, after my sister falls asleep her friends slip into my room. Still awake I ask what they're doing? "We just wanted to hang out with you, your sisters no fun." I accept that answer and allow them to get closer to me. "You know you so pretty..." Layla says scooting closer "... Your eyelashes are so long... " my feelings quickly change form irritated to fear as she puts a knife to my throat.

"So this is how this is going to go your gonna stay quite while my girls tie you. " I shutter as I start to feel so many hands touching me while they are tying. When their done the girl in front of me takes her knife and cuts of my clothes as I begin to panic. I hear as the other girls gush about my body. The girl at my legs (Nevaeh) says "Look at that cunt. It's so cute. " Another girl (Tabi) says " I bet she's a virgin. " . "Hey don't be rude answer her? You a virgin? " Layla says slapping me. I nod.

The girl I know as Nia yells "perfect." before saying " Whose gonna have her first? " Layla leans in and whispers "Hey pretty girl, who do you want to r@pe that pretty cunt. " I meekly say no one to which she responds with a laugh "Aww dumb little slut that's not a option. You know what I'll pick for you. Nevaeh you like tearing them open, right? " "Yes" "You go first" I start to hear that other girls cheer her on "yeah, r@pe that cunt! " Watching I see as Nevaeh takes off her pants to reveal a large cock. To which I freak out saying it won't fit.

Layla responds by putting the knife closer to my neck "shut up!! " I feel as Nevaeh rubs her head on my folds. Wait please, please I don't want to get pregnant please. I feel a burst of pain come from my cunt as Nevaeh pushes in. "To late! " I feel as she starts to fuck me harder I feel as tears drip down my face. As I cry Layla licks my cheeks. Then begins to laugh. I hear as the other girls laugh at my bitching. Then I hear Nevaeh grunt out a weak "Fuck" before grabbing my legs and cumming deep inside of me. When she pulls out I don't know if it's what's leaking is blood or cum.

I start to sob as another cock slips inside me. Nia starts to giggle "Gods how is she still tight. " I feel as she begins fuck the cum in me deeper. After her it was Tabi by the time it was Layla's turn I felt like I was going to pass out. "Damn, Nia you were so right. Hey pretty girl, what are you gonna do if in nine months our r@pe baby pops out huh?" Layla says while thrusting "Gonna have to tell momma you don't know whose it Is." The sensation of her fingers playing with my hair distracting me a little. "Don't worry whore we'd take nice care of you. We'd filling you thought whether you like it not. But we'd let your sister visit of course, as a thank you. " I start to moan a little as she rubs my clit "God's I love fucking a used whore. " she says fucking me harder. Making a sound I recognize as she fucked my abuse cunt. I feel myself lose it and cum when she does.

"Shit did you just cum on your r@pist's cock? " she says with a laugh while pulling out of me. I feel as the girls untie me but I stay still do to the throbbing pain. I hear as some of the girls take pictures before walking out. "Hey girly, here. " I feel pain as Layla roughly shoves my face into the ruined sheets. "lick" she says holding my face "How does your virginity taste?" I begin to cry I hear her say on last thing before walking away. "Thanks for the sleepover! "

#wlw nsft #sapphic ns/fw #wlw ns/fw #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #sapphic nsft #lesbian nsft #cnc wlw #queer cnc

[sillychrisgirl]

bedtime, c.s

summary: chris, mom!reader and their baby boy, august, before bed.

oneshot.

“chris! c’mon!” i yell, as my boyfriend rushes into the bedroom. our ears are pierced through as the wailing of our child, august, echoes the small bedroom.

“hey, little guy.” chris picks up august in his arms, bouncing him slightly with a smile on his face. august slowly seems to calm in chris’ arms.

huh. like mother, like son.

as august’s crying seems to stop, we take him to the bathroom to give him a shower. chris sets him on the sink, and undresses him, “ew.” he says.

“what?” i walk over.

“that diaper stinks.” chris mimics throwing up.

i hit his arm. “it can’t be that bad- oh, god.” i quickly discard of the diaper.

chris laughs, a sound i’ll never get sick of hearing. august starts to babble incoherently, before i stick a dummy in his mouth and watch his face as he gazes up at me with innocent, doe eyes, while sucking softly.

looking at each other with a small chuckle, me and chris pop august in the bath and run the water.

he starts to cry.

“goddamnit.” chris mumbles as he tries to soothe august. “c’mon, auggie, its just a bath.”

i smile to myself, trying to tune out the screaming of the baby as i get the bubbles out.

i pour the bubble mixture in the small amount of water that was in the bathtub, mixing it. august’s face turns from red and tear-stained, to fascinated. his pupils dilate as he watches the bubbles with his mouth in a ‘O’ shape.

he starts to clap and jump up and down, almost slipping, but chris catches him. “woah, there.”

i giggle to myself. “that’s cute.”

“yeah.” chris replies, looking at me while holding august in his arms, so that he doesn’t fall.

i splash some more bubbles in august’s face carefully, and he just starts to laugh hysterically.

“weeee weee weee” the baby babbles, and me and chris laugh along with him, washing him up in the process.

as chris finishes washing him, i grab a little blue towel and wait.

finally, chris sets august on the counter of the sink so i can dry him. i face august so that he can look in the mirror, and like for most things, he seems fascinated. i dry him all up, as he squeals and babbles.

chris kisses my temple from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and leaning his head on my shoulder. i turn my head to look at him, and then august starts yelling again. me and chris burst into a fit of laughter.

“okay, lets go, buddy.” chris swoops up baby august in his arms and grabs a white bunny onesie from the drawer.

i watch as my two boys giggle together, while chris pulls the clothing above augusts head and onto him.

“aren’t you handsome?” chris kisses his head. “just like your daddy.”

“uh huh.” i roll my eyes.

“hey! i am handsome.”

“i know, i know.” i kiss him on the lips before looking at our kid, who’s reaching his arms up to be held.

“so needy.” i say, picking him up and bouncing him as chris brushes his teeth.

“like someone i know.” chris mutters.

i shoot him a glare and he goes back to what he was doing silently.

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after both getting ready for bed, i carefully place august in our bed, just to play around a little before we sleep. august lay with his hands back as if he was going to yawn, but just babbles a bit.

chris positions himself, and blows a raspberry into the boy’s stomach.

august starts laughing hysterically, his smile lighting up the dim room.

———————————————

in the middle of the night, i wake up to a sleeping chris, snoring, and - is that august?

i shoot a glance to august’s empty crib. he must’ve climbed out and come here some point in the last few hours. he was sucking on his thumb as his body curled into me, and his teddy bear howie, looking as dirty as ever, next to him.

chris notices me stirring and wakes up, also realising august climbed out.

“awww, look at him.” chris says in a raspy, half-asleep voice (😍), as he kisses august gently on the head.

the little baby stirs, and curls into his daddy, still sucking on his thumb softly.

he couldn’t be cuter if he tried.

author’s note: i hate this but i don’t but i do. I HAVE INSANE BABY FEVER AGHHH.

🎀

#chris sturniolo headcanon #chris sturniolo #baby fever #sturniolo triplets

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

20. The things you said I wasn't meant to hear; Vashwood

I am feeling soft and squishy this morning, so ignore how long it's been since you sent in this ask and enjoy These Two Dipshits. Inspired by me nearly giving myself hypothermia.

Vash woke up feeling amber-warm and soft. He'd worked himself to the bone the day before, caught in torrential rains that sent mudslides thundering down the hills towards the town. Hours of slinging sandbags and bracing rickety synth wood posts that swelled and burst in the rain with Wolfwood at his side.

Once they'd stemmed the tide, Wolfwood had taken one look at Vash and slung him over his shoulder, saying he looked like a drowned cat. Vash hadn't argued, the downpour sapping his strength and leaving him shivering. He hadn't protested as Wolfwood dragged him bodily into the inn and into their shared room, peeling him out of his sodden leathers and calling him a "sad, skinny onion". Vash's only response had been a wet sneeze.

Since they'd forgone their heroes' feast, one of the servers brought up two plates and hot buttered rum, with a thank you note signed by the patrons. Wolfwood bullied him into eating, even as every bite felt like chewing through bricks and he feared passing out with a mouthful of macaroni.

He didn't really remember falling asleep, and didn't care. He was pressed against Wolfwood's side, barely aware of the world around them. The only thing he could make out with any certainty was the soft hum of his voice.

"Needle-noggin," he murmured. "The needliest noggin. Vash the Stampede. The Humanoid Typhoon. Nah, not a typhoon. Cen't even stand a little rain. Shivery beanpole. Featherhead. How is your hair so soft when you put all'a that shit in it, huh?" He ran a hand lightly over Vash's hair. "Soft as your heart. I swear, you'd still be out there helpin' if I hadn't dragged your sorry ass in." He rambled, saying whatever popped into his head. "Needle-noggin. My needle-noggin."

His.

Vash was his.

Wolfwood kept on, voice barely above a whisper. "Milly calls folks honey. Are you a 'honey'? Sweet enough to be. Sweet to me." He aimlessly brushed his knuckles along Vash's shoulder. "You'd laugh if I called you that, though. Call me a sap. Maybe I am."

It was a good thing that Vash's face was buried under the blanket. His cheeks were red hot.

"Honey," Wolfwood whispered, voice still gravelly from sleep. "Sweetheart. You got a big, sweet heart, doncha, darlin'?" He kept gently stroking Vash's shoulder, fingers tracing the length of his stump.

Vash was going to die.

Wolfwood curled up close to him, wrapping him in his arms. "Let's sleep the day away. I'm still cold as hell, and we've got nowhere to be. Whaddya say?"

"Okay."

He felt Wolfwood freeze, all of the gooeyness leaving him at once.

"Spikey."

Vash kept his face pressed into Wolfwood's ribs, his eyes squeezed shut. "M?"

"How long have you been awake?" Wolfwood's voice was taut with embarrassment.

He shrugged. "Dunno. I'm still really out of it." He tried to keep his voice blamelessly breezy. When he shifted his head up to finally look at Wolfwood, he saw that his face was a deep crimson. "Thanks for staying with me."

Wolfwood deflated, clearly thinking he was in the clear. "'Course, needle-noggin."

Vash grinned. "And by the way, my hair's so soft because I use conditioner."

He laughed as Wolfwood shoved him off the bed.

#ask game #answered #writing prompt #personal notes #vash the stampede #trigun #wolfwood #vashwood

[tetheredfeathers]

Iris

I watched her burst into flames right before by eyes.

The girl on fire, destined to be burned alive. Only she didn’t die, at least not then. She died exactly a week later.

I remember the day very clearly, even in my mutt riddled brain she always shone brighter than all those contorted memories.

It all happened very fast, she stood there in the centre of city hall just as we did for that first time, 24 years ago at the tribute parade. She stood, 5 five feet across our very good president Snow, poised to let her single arrow fly.  When the arrow found itself buried in our grey-haired president’s heart, she let up a final, sad smile in my direction before  swallowing the violet pill.

That’s Nightlock Peeta, you’d be dead in a minute.

“Come on, Iris. We’ll be late if you don’t hurry up,” I yell across the bedroom.

“Coming daddy,” Iris chirps

My little girl pops her head into the room and quirks her eyes up to say she’s ready. I take her tiny hand and leave the house, the breeze winds through my hair. Spring’s in the air one could say, I watch the sky streak bright colours of orange and red across the horizon.

“What are you doing,” she giggles looking up at me with her head in my lap.

“Practicing Knots,” I say with a mock serious tone.

“Really? What have you practiced till now?” She quirks her eyebrows.

“Oh just the hitch and the square knot,”I laugh out, knowing all too well that she’s aware of my ruse to play with her hair.

Still, she doesn’t say anything, instead buries her nose deeper into my lap.

I watch her fall asleep within minutes and breath out a sigh of contentment.

I watch the jelly like color of the sun, melt into it’s surroundings painting stripes of yellow, red and pink across the sky.

“I didn't think you'd want to miss it,” I say slowly rousing her up.

“Thanks,” she smiles at me, all sugar and honey.

“Daddy? What’s wrong?” A sweet voice asks.

“Sorry honey, just thinking.”

“We’re here, daddy.

“That we are.”

I take in the meadow and finally lay my eyes upon her headstone.

“Daddy, I saw something. Be back in a minute.”

“Sure, sweetheart.”

A minute later her golden hair comes into view, she sways with the cool breeze, her hands holding tightly onto something.

“Here daddy, I brought these for her.”

I look into her baby blues nd will my eyes not to well into tears.

I slowly clutch the stems of the white dandelions and ever so slowly place them over her resting place.

The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

“I miss you, Katniss,” I whisper, feeling Iris’s small hand in mine, grounding me to the present.

“Daddy, will she be happy now?” Iris asks softly, eyes wide with innocence.

I nod, choking back the lump in my throat. “Yes, sweetheart. She’ll be very happy.”

We stand there in silence, the wind rustling through the leaves, carrying with it a sense of quiet. A baby canary dances through the sky, singing a folly tune before landing on Iris' shoulder, The sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the meadow. I can almost feel Katniss’s presence beside us, her spirit woven into the very fabric of the air.

“Come on, Iris. Let’s go home,” I say, squeezing her hand gently.

Inspired by this artwork

@venushyn

#everlark #katniss everdeen #this was inspired by this artwork I saw a couple months #I cant find it rn #would appreciate someone finding it for me #peeta mellark #the hunger games #katniss and peeta #thg #catching fire #mockingjay part 2 #Iris Mellark

[logyisthemaincharacter]

Popping the question

Series link

A/n: I'm finally done with this one! It took me a while to find the right words for this.

It's been 2 weeks since Valentine's Day. 2 weeks since our first kiss. And for the past 2 weeks, we haven't stopped kissing each other.

I also made a big discovery. I'm in love with him. At this point, I don't remember a time when I wasn't. Every night, I fall asleep with him on my mind and wake up the same. I replay pieces of our conversations, laughing at funny things he said or did. I have every detail of his face memorized and the way he looks at mine.

I am every kind of in love with him. I am young and yelling and climbing out of the sunroof audaciously in love with him. I am laughter and peaches and dancing in kitchens brightly in love with him. I am quiet tears and warm baths, and wrapped up in his arms gently in love with him. I am train rides and letters and counting days faithfully in love with him. I am groceries and babies and paying a mortgage securely in love with him. I am conversations and bathrooms and lacing up his shoes for work familiarly in love with him. I am bedsheets and bruises and legs wrapped around waists resplendently in love with him. I am whispers and kisses and 'baby I'm not going anywhere' softly in love with him. I am stars and universes and writing golden poetry endlessly in love with him.

The only problem is that we're not moving forward. We've been seeing each other for almost 2 months, and he seems to show a lot of interest, but he's not making the next move.

It's so frustrating 'cause it feels like I don't know where I stand with him. What if he's still seeing other girls? Is that what I am then? One of the girls?

I've been avoiding him since yesterday 'cause I just couldn't stand it anymore. This whole situation is confusing. Ironically, I agreed to take a walk with his mom around the neighborhood.

"Jack has been so secretive. I'm sure he's seeing a girl." Maggie walks beside me, waving at people I've seen around a few times. "Every time I've called to check in, he cut the conversation short, saying that he's going out. He's never done this before. I guess it's serious if he is seeing someone."

I scratch my arm, smiling slightly. "Maybe. Another theory is that he could be writing new music."

"Not a damn! It's a girl. I know it." She sighs as we stop in the middle of the sidewalk. "I just wish he would tell me. I'm his mother. I should know about these things."

"He's probably just waiting for the right time to tell you." I shrug and continue walking.

"Clay tells me you and Jack have become great friends. Why don't you find out who's he's seeing?"

"Maggie, I really think it's up to him to tell you if he's seeing someone and who it is. Just give him time. He'll come clean." I link arms with her.

"You're way too nice. I thought gaining you as a daughter would mean we get to gossip." She lets out a long whine.

"Trust me. That is definitely included, but I don't think it's healthy to gossip about your sons' love lives."

"I just want to know what's going on in their lives, but since it's hard to figure out, tell me what's going on in yours? I've been seeing less of you as well." She sounds very suggestive. "Made new friends?"

"Kind of, yeah. I've become close with one of my colleagues, Caeser."

"Caeser? Have you two been going on dates?" She bumps my butt.

I immediately burst out in laughter, throwing my head back. "Caeser's gay. I don't do gay."

"Oh!" She starts to laugh as well.

As Maggie and I stroll closer to our houses, the familiar sights and sounds of the street surround us. The sun begins to set, casting a warm golden glow on the houses.

I notice a familiar figure on my doorstep. It's Jack, and he looks sad. I didn't expect him to show up at my house, especially when I've been avoiding him. Maggie, who doesn't know about our relationship, is surprised to see Jack at your house instead of hers.

Ginger is also with him. She runs toward us as soon as she sees me. I immediately pick her up and hug her tightly.

As we approach Jack, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. Did he figure out why I've been so distant? Does he understand how much it means to me to have commitment? Will he understand my frustration?

Maggie, sensing the tension, looks at both of us with curiosity and concern. She may not know the full story, but she can sense that something is going on between Jack and I.

In this moment, standing face to face with Jack, I know it's time to address unspoken feelings and uncertainties. It's time to have an honest conversation and see where it leads.

"Jack! Funny seeing you here." Maggie glances between the two of us.

"Hey, Mom. I just came to talk to Logan about something." He puts his hands in his pockets, clearly stunned seeing his mother.

"I'll take Ginger then. Gives you a reason to come and visit your parents once in a while." She takes Ginger from me. "See you later. She walks across the street to her house.

Jack and I stand there in silence. Just staring at each other. It's as if we're both trying to read each other's minds.

"We should probably go talk inside." I dig in my back pocket for my keys.

"Yeah. Away from all the eyes." He stands out of the way so I can walk past him.

I take a deep breath, insert the key into the lock, and turn it, hearing the satisfying click as the door unlocks. With a hesitant push, I swing the door open and step inside, feeling a rush of emotions wash over me.

"Would you like something to drink?" I close the door, leaning against it after he's inside.

"No, thanks. I just really want to get something off my chest before it's too late." He walks around the living room, picking up random objects and observing them for a few seconds.

I head over to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. "There's actually something I've been wanting to talk to you about, too, but you can go first."

Jack's normally confident demeanor is replaced by unease. His eyes dart everywhere in the room, unable to meet mine for more than a darting moment.

"I've been wanting to ask you this a long time ago, but I never knew how to. There were loads of perfect chances to do it, but none of them were perfect enough." His eyes finally finds mine, even though it took him a little willpower. "You're the kind of girl you never see coming. It starts off simple, and then 2 months later, you're saying 'I love you'. I want to spend every night tucked up in the mystery that is your mind. I wanna wonder what you're thinking, what you want, or if I'm enough for you." He smiles brighter than he ever has before, making my put my glass down. "Some people you can read, but you're a novel written in another language. Love is never easily understood. Our love was unexpected, the kind you only read about. One second, I was flying on a plane, the next, we were falling in love. It gives me hope that the world is a good place. You give me hope that I am good. "

My heart races as Jack's words wash over me. A smile spreads across my face, feeling my own love for him grow even stronger.

"When you wrap your arms around me, I swear no one in the world has ever felt safer. When your fingers are intertwined with mine, I'm sure we can take on the world together. When I'm lying next to you, I feel magic, the kind you only find in a girl who finds humor in everything. When you kiss me, I sprout wings that take me to a place where it's just you and I. Sometimes, when you laugh, I swear it's the cure for any disease. You feel like home. No, it's better than that. You feel like where I belong, where I was always supposed to be. I wasn't looking for anyone, but you came along and made everything better. You're the kind of girl that's steals your heart and changes your life."

Every word he speaks resonates deep within my soul. I feel cherished, loved, and valued in a way I've never experienced before. His words create a sense of security and belonging, making me feel like I've found my true home. The way he describes our connection, the way he sees me, it's as if he's unlocked a whole new world of love and happiness for me. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize how lucky I am to have found someone who truly understands and appreciates her.

"I was literally fucked when you ignored my calls and texts like that. I thought something bad had happened to you. I'm stupid for almost letting you slip through my fingers. To be honest, I would've hated myself if I did. So, Logan, will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes are filled with nervousness and hope. They sparkle with anticipation, reflecting his genuine desire for a deeper connection between us. His gaze is intense yet tender, conveying his sincerity and vulnerability.

I wipe my tears and take a deep sniff. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Just say yes." He walks around the kitchen island, closer to me.

I turn around, gripping on the island just as he comes to stand in front of me. "Yes." My voice comes out more excited than I wanted it to sound.

He places his hands on both sides of mine, his brows furrowing in disbelief. "Are you sure? Do you really want this?"

"I thought you'd be jumping for joy the way you just made me cry." I lean back a little.

In a matter of seconds, he's kissing me like the world is rolling right off a cliff like he's trying to hold on and he's decided to hold on to me, like he's starving for life and love and he's never known it could ever feel so good to be close to someone. Like it's the first time he's ever felt anything but hunger and he doesn't know how to pace himself, doesn't know how to eat in small bites, doesn't know how to do anything in moderation.

His hands are around my waist, and he's breathing so hard. He hoists me up onto the counter, and my legs wrap around his waist.

I pull away, resting my forehead on his. "So, since we're dating now, what about pet names?"

"Do we really have to do that now?" He chuckles, rubbing circles on my lower back.

"We don't have to decide on any right now. I just wanted to know if it's acceptable." I run my fingers through his soft curls, twirling the ends.

"Anything that isn't common is acceptable." He pecks my lips.

"Okay. No 'baby' or 'babe'. Got it."

Jack picks me up in the position we're in and starts to walk off. Before I know it, we're out the door, walking across the street.

"Jack, what are you doing?" I look at him panicked.

"We're going to get Ginger, what else?"

"Your parents are going to freak out when they see us like this!" I try to pry his hands off me so I can get down.

He tightens his grip. "Then we're just going to have to tell them. They'll find out one way or another."

"Are you sure? We can wait."

We stop at Maggie and Brian's front door. He plants a soft kiss on my lips, reassuring me. "I'm sure."

#jack harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jackman thomas harlow

[yrthr]

☾ ONLY US ; S.HANBIN

s.hanbin masterlist / zb1 masterlist ; wc 0.893k

➛ genre / trope ; best-friends to lovers 🎧 — hello ! decided to go with a drabble and scenario is so cliché i love it and hopefully this isn’t too long i got carried away. and also hopefully its okay that this is in a school setting , im a sucker for school romance.

hanbin is affectionate and extremely clingy by nature and it shows through your friendship. however , recently , it seems as though he’s a bit too clingy.

“ y/n ! let me carry your bags for you. “

“ oh you have a lil’ something on your face , hold on… got it ! “

“ do you wanna go to the arcade after school ? my treat. “

“ its cold today , i brought a spare jacket for you. “

you’d be lying if you said your heart didn’t flutter at these things hanbin would do for you. you weren’t dense but it was absurd.

hanbin potentially having feelings for you ?

lets snap out of the delusions.

there was always something deep down in your heart for hanbin , although you weren’t sure if those feelings were romantic or platonic.

but you’d never confess , obviously.

“ i’ll see you after class , don’t fall asleep ! “

hanbin told you , giving you one of his bright smiles while continuously waving goodbye until you were out of his vision.

lord he acted as if he was enlisting.

tuesdays , wednesdays and thursdays were considered hell for hanbin. which teacher placed him and you in separate math classes because its on sight. well , at least he’d get to walk you home every time. [ and woohoo for dismissal ]

finally class had ended which had hanbin bursting out those doors like it was an action movie. he made his way to your classroom , ready to call out your name , just to see…

… you talking and laughing with max.

he stood outside the backdoors , watching the interaction and how you were so comfortable around his presence. how you laughed so hard at his jokes that you had to hit him. [ hanbin noticed you did this occasionally when you were really losing your shit ]

hanbin’s smile dropped ever so slightly and his heart felt like it had been punched.

a surge of anger rushed through his veins as slightly protective yet possessive thoughts flooded his mind.

he brushed it off.

sure , he definitely had feelings for you but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t make new friends.

“ y/n ! if you’re ready lets go. “

hanbin grabbed the handle of your bag about to prop it up on his shoulders when you stopped him.

“ actually , im going to the mall with max today. “

“ oh. “

“ uhm okay , have fun ! remember to text me when you get home. “

“ yeah , i will. “

hanbin ruffled your hair endearingly before walking away. [ he had to practically drag himself away from you ]

he looked back giving you a smile which you didn’t notice , too busy talking to your other male companion.

the bus ride home was lonely hanbin didn’t have anyone to give the window seat to or lean his head on their shoulder , not even to trace words or patterns on the back of someones hand.

the silent trip made him realise how much more you meant to him , if that was even possible. as before he already considered you his world.

‘ its okay.. it’s just for today. ‘

well , the next few days were definitely worse.

hanbin saw you with max at times apart from math class.

he’d walk to your shared table in between classes , both of you would talk with hand signals or just your eyes , sharing stupid tiktoks.

all these things you used to do with hanbin , and him alone , were now shared with some other guy.

hanbin was well aware he was jealous , maybe a bit hurt too.

of course you both would hang out but to see you share your smile , laugh and humour with someone other than him was … gut wrenching to say the least.

but he couldn’t blame you.

one day , hanbin couldn’t control his emotions anymore.

you and hanbin were sitting at a bench behind the school that was the usual hangout spot.

out of no where max popped out giving you a grin , plopping himself right next to you and swinging an arm around your shoulders. he started blabbing about something irrelevant , and completely ignoring the other male.

“ we have to go now. “

hanbin gently grabbed your hand and guided you to the empty student council room.

“ jesus that guy had some fucking spy gear or something. “

you joked.

you looked up seeing hanbin’s eyes slightly darting around to look at you , his lips slightly ajar , his hand still holding yours and his other hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

“ i have to get this off my chest. y/n i really really like you. like like you. and if you don’t feel the same or you’re already dating max , thats fine. i just want you to know that. “

your lips perked up into a smirk like smile and scoffed.

you looked down , “ that was somewhat insulting , i do have standards you know. “

“ but yeah , i guess i like like you too. “

hanbin’s smile grew wider showing off his bunny teeth and he couldnt help but let out a few laughs.

“ may i ? “

you nodded.

you closed your eyes expecting his lips on yours but instead felt a soft peck on the tip of your nose.

“ that’ll have to wait , i’ll plan something special. “

and with that your heart couldn’t handle it anymore , burying yourself into his chest.

hanbins arms wrapped around you , squeezing you.

the once empty room was filled with uncontrollable giggles and a newly formed couple.

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

©️ yrthr 2023

#zb1 #zb1 drabbles #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #sung hanbin #boys planet scenarios #boys planet imagines #zb1 fics #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone

[munsonxmayhem]

Show Me How Much You Hate Me: An Epilogue.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None? Kissing? Sexual inferences?

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Knock, knock, knock…

A tired Eddie stirs in his sleep, not fully waking up.

Knock, knock, knock…

Eddie’s tired eyes never open as he slowly begins to wake up, but still not fully.

“Eddie? You up?” A concerned Wayne asks. When he’d gotten home that morning, all the lights were off and it was quiet; Hoping all had went well, he’d went to sleep. When he had woken up at noon, it was the same; lights off and now a more concerning silence brought him to Eddie’s door.

“I’m up..” Eddie groans, bringing his hands to his eyes, blissfully unaware of your fully exposed chest beside him and his just the same. The door creaks open, and Wayne’s head pops in the door. That’s when Eddie’s eyes snap open, eyes darting between the door and your naked, sleeping body beside him.

“Oh my god!” Eddie exclaims as a surprised gasp leaves Wayne’s mouth, your once sleeping body forced awake by the loud exchange. “What the fuck! I-I’m sorry!” Wayne sounds just as shocked as he slams the door behind him. Your eyes land on Eddie’s bright red, embarrassed face as he covers his face with his hands.

“What the fuck just happened?” Your sleepy voice rings through his ears as you drag the covers over your chest. He looks to you, “I— Fuck.. I was half asleep..” You stare at him wide eyed as you realize Wayne had not only seen that you two had made up, but now knows exactly how you two did.

He looks at you worried, thinking he’d just ruined it all and pissed you off but he’s caught off guard when you burst out laughing; flopping back down into the mattress.

“W-What’s funny?” He sounds concerned as you struggle to breath between laughs. “Your fucking uncle just saw my tits! He left the house thinking we were going to murder each other and then comes home to that? Oh my god!” Your words are barely audible through your laughs.

Eddie huffs, still embarrassed about the whole thing. Your laughter slowly ceases, looking over at his sour expression. You sit up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “What’s wrong, Eds?” You fake a pout and he shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “My uncle saw your tits..” He repeats, annoyance filling his voice.

“It was an accident.. C’mon, get dressed. We’ve got some apologizing to do.” You sigh, pulling the covers off of yourself before throwing on your t-shirt and shorts. Eddie drags himself from the mattress slowly, not wanting to face his uncle. He throws on pajama bottoms and his shirt before following you out into the hall.

Wayne spots you two, before immediately turning his attention back to the tv. “Uncle Wayne?” Eddie says quietly and Wayne sighs, turning to face both of you. You hide your face a bit, feeling the embarrassment kicking in. “So, what’s going on here?” Wayne starts, gently. Eddie shrugs in response. “When I left the house.. and for the last.. I don’t know how many years, you two despised each other.” Wayne points out and Eddie rocks a bit on his feet out of anxiousness.

“W-Well, I guess we uh.. Made up?” It falls from Eddie’s lips as more of a question than a statement, not really wanting to get into detail about how. Wayne nods understandingly, and glances towards you briefly. “I do apologize for.. You know.” He waves his hand, and you nod. “O-oh.. That’s alright, accidents happen.” You give him a soft, reassuring smile.

“So are you two like..?” Eddie shrugs, looking at you and then back at him. “I don’t know..” He looks down at his feet, nervous about your reaction. You nudge his shoulder and give him a sweet smile. “We’re uh.. yeah.” He nods his head, and your heart races with excited of him admitting you two were a thing.

“Well, uh… Good! Good.. I’m just thrilled you two don’t hate each other anymore.” Wayne sighs in relief, before giving you two a sweet smile.

You and Eddie start back to the bedroom before you hear Wayne clear his throat. “Just one more thing, I know I said I didn’t want to come home to a body.. But giving recent.. events.. Wear protection, I don’t want to come home to kids, either.” Eddie chokes at his comment, and your jaw drops; faces going red.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie groans in annoyance, and Wayne laughs heartily.

“I’m serious, Eddie! You’re a big enough pain in the ass as is, I don’t need little hellraisers running around the trailer either..” Wayne warns humorously, only half-joking. Eddie groans again, grabbing your hand at pulling you into his room once again.

You giggle quietly as he stomps next to the bed. He turns you to, a humorous smirk on his lips as he walks back to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Yeah? What’s so funny?” He whispers and you shake your head.

“Within 24 hours Wayne went from worried about a crime scene, to worrying about pregnancy. You’re gonna give that man a heart attack, baby..” Eddie’s heart skips at your nickname, and he brings his forehead against yours.

“So.. Together, huh?” He asks, wondrously. You nod, “Yeah.. Who’d have thought?” You furrow your brows, shaking your head. He places a quick kiss to your lips before pulling back, and taking in your entire appearance.

He grins widely and you look at him curiously.

“Take that, Harrington!” He laughs loudly and proudly. You giggle loudly as you wrap your arms around his neck, his lips finding yours immediately. You smile into the kiss as he backs you towards the bed, your legs hitting the bed causing you both to fall back against it. Loudly, you may add; the headboard hitting wall with a bang.

“Protection!” You and Eddie hear Wayne call from the living room and you both start laughing loudly, Eddie’s head falling into your neck as his body heaves with each breath he’s trying to take.

After the laughter dies down, he brings his face up to yours; eyes looking into yours lovingly.

“I hate you.” He whispers with a smirk.

“I love you.” You whisper back and a wide grin grows on his face. You giggle as he starts places kisses all over the exposed skin of your neck and face, before lastly placing a gentle one to your lips.

“I love you, too.”

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[blue-jisungs]

Are your request open? If they are would you consider making the Enhypen version of your lasted txt post "asking them to take their last name when married" it was wholesome, we need enha version in our lives 🥺

asking them if you can take their last name ♡

a/n. sure thing anon!! :D i was going to write it bc this is just too adorable <33 sorry it took so long tho!! ((and yes, my requests are open >.< )

txt version here!! <3

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

went O_O as soon as he realised what you said

but worry not, he’s right back at you!!

and here you thought you’re going to leave him speechless…

"hee?" you hummed, tracking your finger on his jaw, looking up at him. such nights like these - when after a long, tiring day you get to lay down with him and fall asleep - made you even more confident that he’s the one.

"yes, angel?" heeseung asked softly, turning his gaze to you. a sweet smile crept on your lips and he just knew you were up to something.

"do you mind if i take your last name after we get married?" you asked but continued even though his eyes widened to the size of a plate and a cute shade of pink started forming on his cheeks "i know it’s not a common thing here, in korea… but i think it’s–"

"i absolutely do not mind. in fact, i’d lie if i told you that i haven’t thought about that already" he smiled smugly but his red ears gave him away "i also thought about many other things…"

"oh?" you frowned, stopping your movements. hee just send you a sly smile, shrugging

"it’s a conversation for another day. but i totally agree with your last name idea" heeseung hummed and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

being the golden retriever he is…

…he literally picks you up with the biggest smile ever

plot twist: it happens during a live!! even though the fans don’t hear your conversation, they surely do see it and hear your giggles >.<

"jake!" you sighed, bursting into the room and trying to catch your breath. the greatest idea just popped into your head and you were on the other side of the building.

"yeah?!" he called, coming up to you "i’m having a vl–"

"i’m taking your last name after we get married" you said with a serious look. his eyes sparkled and you didn’t even have time to blink before jake picked you up and started spinning. "JAKE–!"

"objection not found, your honour" he grinned and you started laughing. jake peppered your face in kisses as you giggled because of the feeling. you didn’t even realise that you were in the frame.

and not even day after you could see the clip of you two both giggling and spinning in all the video complications of "jake and y/n being adorable for 10 minutes straight" made by engenes

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

he’ll fell silent, looking at you if you’re for real

but inside his heart is beating against his rib cage so hard that he thinks that any second it’s jumping out

mans ready to kneel right here right now but worry not, he has everything planned,, so not this time <3

"jay…" you asked quietly and he turned around, putting the spoon aside. he was in the middle of cooking dinner for you two and that was the moment you knew you have to "wife him up"

"yes?" he looked you in the eye, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"can i steal something from you?" you asked, propping your head on your hands. his eyebrows rose, yet eyes looked at you with curiosity.

"tell me what and i’ll think about it" jay smiled a bit.

"your last name" you grinned and waited for something. a gasp or a blush forming on his cheeks.

nothing. he remained steady as a stone. and silent as one too.

"jay?" you giggled and he turned around, his heart beating with the speed of light.

but you noticed something… how his neck reddened.

"dumbass" you just scoffed and jay smiled underneath his breath.

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

you know the fake innocent look that cats have in their eyes before they do something mischievous?

yup.

although he got shy and all, you can see that he liked the idea!!

"jungwon… it’s not common here to take your significant other’s surname after marriage, right?" you asked suddenly and his brows furrowed.

"no, not really. people usually stick with their own last names. why?" jungwon asked, raising the spoon to his mouth.

"i’m just thinking… and i like your last name better" you shrugged and watched him eat the food "so after we get married, i’m taking yours"

his cheeks were covered now with pink blush as he coughed, choking on the food. you wanted to help him out but he managed, shaking his head.

"sure" he said shyly, dimples showing in his cheeks because of the smile that formed on his lips. but internally, the poor boy was screaming at the top of his lungs. you like his last name better? he thinks it suits you better, too.

his eyes had a mysterious spark in them and who knows what he was thinking… well in fact, he was already imagining the very moment of your wedding. but for now it was his secret.

┆彡 NIKI [ 니키 ]

teases the F out of you as soon as you say that

but honestly it left him flustered

and when he’s alone, he can’t stop smiling when thinking about it!!

"…and i think that’s sweet. and you?" sunoo asked and looked at niki, who entered the room.

"yeah. honestly when i end up marrying niki one day, i’d love to take his last name" you answered and heard a dramatic gasp.

"really?! that’s so soooo sweet!! awww!!" niki grinned and stood behind you, placing his hands on your arms and rubbed them aggressively.

"sunoo, let me rephrase it. if i end up–" you started but niki whined

"what? why’d you change your mind?" he asked and you just rolled your eyes.

"because you act like an asshole–" you started and niki just scoffed.

"okay, whatever. my last name suits you way better than your own. no offence" niki said and quickly flicked your forehand before disappearing somewhere in the dorms again.

and when he was out of sight, he couldn’t help the grin that formed on his lips.

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

hoon is a lucky guy that you told him that in private

because of how he reacted, the guys would probobly make fun of him like,, forever

beacuse he was speachless!!!

"whatcha thinking about in this pretty, little head of yours?" sunghoon asked and managed to get you back to the reality. you put down your book (and closed the page you read like eight times already) and fixed your pose so now you could see sunghoon, who was leaning in half-sitting, half-laying position in the bed.

"i have a... request" you hummed. he tilted his head and you could see the curiosity in his eyes.

"i'll try my best to fullfill it. what is it that you want, princess?" sunghoon sain with a smirk that was - spoiler alert - about to disappear in a moment.

"your last name. after we get married" you said seriously and watched his expression change diametrically.

his cheeks turned dark red, so did the tips of his ears. while his mouth fell ajar, sunghoon looked away.

"come here, dumbass" hoon scoffed suddenly and pulled you closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck while his other hand snuck on your waist. you just smiled, taking it as a yes.

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

he's kicking his feet, giggling and squeaking right away

he finds it so adorable that you even thought about that!!

it boosted his ego sm <33

"sunoo, can i steal something?" you hummed as he walked into the common room. he smiled mischievously.

"is it illegal? count me in" he grinned and looked arounf if jungwon's here. you just scoffed.

"not at all, actually. it's pretty legal" you shrugged and he sat down next to you on the couch.

"what is it then?" sunoo frowned. you poked his cheek with a smirk.

"your last name" a smile formed on your lips. sunoo frowned but then click! he got it.

his hands flew over to your cheeks as he started covering your face with kisses literally everywhere.

"you're so adorable! i agree!" he hummed and stopped for a while, looking you in the eye "ah, i'm so happy right now! might just start thinking about kneeling right now--"

"what?" niki, who get here out of a sudden, gasped. suddenly he realized what sunoo meant and yelled out in panic "HYUNGS! SUNOO WANTS TO PROPOSE RIGHT NOW SOMEONE STOP HIM--!"

[ masterlist <3 ]

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Mangst 2024- Day 1

“I never wanted this”

(Also posted on Ao3, will be doing both this and posting on there for Mangst 2024) Warnings for this one: talk and description of throwing up, then talk of past abuse Not beta read, so bear with me, lol Wrote this before midnight, but typing it up took a while. It's not the next day until I go to bed and wake up tomorrow. Characters: Sienna- Red Riding Hood Rae- "Huntsman" Director Wolf (mentioned)- Big Bad Wolf

Rae's POV

Something woke Rae up. Blinking blearily around, she was alone in the room. Under the door was a faint light. Not enough to wake her, though. Sienna was probably just taking a late bathroom trip.

When she rolled over to fall asleep again, that’s when she heard it.

Retching.

Rae threw off the blankets, stumbling slightly over the clothing she’d left in a pile. She pulled open the door and made her way over to the bathroom. The sight that met her broke her heart.

Pale and trembling, Sienna was hunched over the toilet. Tears streaming down her face. Eyes red and puffy. As Rae came in, another bout of retching started, vomit turning to bile.

“Oh, Sienna.” Rae murmured, reaching over to flush the toilet to get rid of some of the smell. Then she sat down, gently rubbing Sienna’s back.

Her soulmate didn’t do much more than whimper, a sob briefly bursting out as more tears came down.

Rae slowly coaxed Sienna to sit back against the wall. Not far from the toilet, just so she wasn’t hunched over it anymore. The tears didn’t stop, but the trembling slowly ceased and color started coming back into her face.

“Sorry.” she mumbled, resting her head against Rae’s shoulder. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

Wrapping an arm around Sienna’s waist, Rae kissed her temple softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t something either of us can control.”

They both went silent. Sienna curled up more into Rae’s side. She responded by pulling Sienna closer, gently rubbing her side.

Rae could hear the clock in the living room ticking in the distance. What time was it anyway? Sienna had a doctor’s appointment in the morning. A good thing, too, with this happening.

Just as she was about to suggest going back to bed-

“I never wanted this.”

Rae frowned. “Wanted what?”

Sienna didn’t answer right away. She drew away from Rae, playing with her shirt hem. Rae couldn’t make eye contact with her even when she tried.

“To …” Sienna swallowed hard. “To miss him.” A sniffle. “To dream about him. Long for another heat for him to help me, comfort me. To -” She broke off, twisting her shirt so hard it might rip.

Rae put her hands over Sienna’s.

“Sienna, can you look at me?”

It took a few heartbeats, but vibrant bloodshot green eyes finally met hers.

“You are allowed to feel whatever you feel.” she said in a clear measured voice. “Wolf took your trust, your need for love and kindness and used it against you. But it’s not your fault for falling for it. It’s entirely his for taking advantage of you. Okay?”

Sienna let out a shakey breath. “I still feel his hands on me. He’s in my dreams. Why- why do I still want him? Even knowing that-” Her voice cracked again as she held Rae’s hands tight.

Slowly pulling a hand away, Rae pushed some hair behind Sienna’s ear and cupped her cheek.

“Because healing isn’t linear.” she said, using her thumb to brush away a fresh bout of tears. “It took years for him and everyone else to do this to you. It’s going to take time to undo that.”

“What if it never goes away? The memories? The craving?”

Rae hummed. “Well, I know I’m determined to make new happy memories with you. And over time, they’ll outnumber the old and bad ones.” Then she gently booped Sienna’s nose. “And I dunno, maybe we’ll replace the craving with one for ice cream or something.”

Sienna let out a surprised laugh, wiping at her tears herself. “Really? Ice cream?”

Rae just shrugged. “I’m tired, alright? It was the first thing to pop into my head. It’s not like I’m going to encourage a habit of drinking or drugs, now am I?”

Hearing Sienna’s giggled warmed Rae’s heart as well as seeing the small smile on her soulmate’s face. She took her hands, gently pulling her up.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

Sienna followed her up off the floor. Then stopped Rae with a hand on her shoulder.

“Is it alright if… if I spend the night with you?”

Rae flushed a little, a warm feeling setting in her chest at the look of cautious hope in Sienna’s face.

“That’s fine by me.”

The bright smile Sienna gave her was worth the nervousness thrumming through Rae at the prospect. Pushing the door open to her room, she realized this was the first time she’d be sharing the bed with anyone since breaking up with Jenny.

Arms around her waist broke her train of thought.

“I can smell you overthinking, Rae. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to do this. If-”

Rae stopped her, intertwining her finger’s with Sienna’s on her stomach. She probably didn’t mean to, but feeling Sienna’s breath on her neck flustered her more.

Clearing her throat, Rae turned to take Sienna’s hands again, smiling softly. Sienna’s comfort mattered more than her nervousness and any past feelings she may have had for Jenny. But the concern on Sienna’s face made her pause.

“It’s…” She wet her lips, searching Sienna’s face. “This is a big step. Sleeping together. I mean,” Her face started burning. “Well, just sleeping sleeping, not, you know, but-”

Sienna cut her off with a finger to her lips, confusion turning to amusement.

“Rae, you just woke up from a dead sleep after a long day at work and still came to make sure I was okay. I know that’s bare minimum, but it means a lot to me anyway. And right now I really, really just want to be surrounded by you and your scent because you make me feel the safest I’ve been in years. No more nightmares, or at least no more waking up alone after them.” She moved back, tucking her hair behind her ear again. “I trust you.”

Rae’s voice caught there, knowing the weight behind those three words, especially for this. Not trusting herself not to go into another tired ramble, she stepped aside for Sienna to enter the room first.

After Sienna got settled, looking unfairly cute tucked into Rae’s blankets, she clambered in next to her, pulling her close again. They ended up with Sienna curled up using Rae’s chest as a pillow, Rae’s arms around her, legs close to entangled.

As Rae started to drift off, Sienna murmured her name. She hummed in response.

“I don’t want to crave ice cream.”

Rae hummed again, too tired to do much else.

Sienna snuggled close, wrapping an arm around Rae’s middle. “Would it be alright, eventually, if I started craving you instead?”

That got a strangled tired noise out of Rae as she rolled over to hug Sienna more as she started giggling at the response.

“Hush you.” she said, nuzzling into Sienna’s hair. “Sleep now, teasing later.”

Rae felt Sienna let out a soft laugh that turned into a contented sigh, hugging her tightly for a second before relaxing again. Breaths slowly became more level and even as she drifted off.

Kissing the top of her head softly, Rae murmured. “Love you, Sienna.” before drifting off herself.

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