#the inheritance games Drabble

[miawastaken]

Grayson Hawthorne is the type of guy who’d learn your native language for you if the two of you dated.

Like I can imagine this man pulling out textbooks from one of the Hawthorne libraries and oh my lord the dedication this man would have is not funny.

He’d have stuff written on his hands to remember, full notebooks of phrases, sentences greetings etc.

Oh and the best part?

He’d probably surprise you on your anniversary by saying something to you in the language.

Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if he gave a 20 minute speech in your language.

Needless to say Graysons love language is definitely taking interests in your interests and quality time in general.

[angelmurmur]

Grayson Hawthorne fluff literally anything but maybe some of sleepy gray? Also love all ur work 🙈

— stay

warnings: none!

pairing(s): grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: aaa thank u so much ily!! that means a lot given i’ve only written like three fics so far loll, also i love love love this request!

the morning sun peeks through the window and the rays gently land on your eyes, causing them to flutter open. your head is buried in grayson’s chest and you can hear the calming, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. both of his arms are wrapped around your torso while one of your legs is slung over both of his, your bodies intertwined.

you pull back slightly to get a good look at his face without waking him up. his blond hair is messed up instead of perfectly styled like normal, the strands going in all directions. the usual wrinkle-free suit is replaced with a slightly rumpled grey shirt and dark blue plaid pajama pants. his features are softened and he looks oh so peaceful.

your moment of admiration for him is cut short when you remember you and avery had plans today. you’re not even sure what time it is, but based off the way the sun shines through the blinds, it’s around eleven in the morning. you sigh, knowing you have to get up.

seeing grayson still in bed at eleven is a rare sight. usually, he wakes up in the early morning with his day already carefully planned — every single hour is thought about. however, with you, the urgency to be in control and prepared always seems to lessen. with you, he allows himself to relax.

you try to free yourself of his grip and it’s working for a second until his arms subconsciously tighten around your body. you sigh out of slight frustration, but the thought that he wants you closer even in his sleep brings a small smile to your face.

“gray,” you murmur, tapping his back gently so he can wake up.

he slightly stirs from the feeling. “mm?” he hums in acknowledgment, still half asleep.

“i need to get up. avery and i are hanging out today,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

his brows furrow softly when you say you have to go. “avery can wait a little longer, love,” he mumbles quietly, his words slurring together.

you frown. “she’ll be mad at me, gray.” once again, you try to untangle yourself out of his arms. and, once again, he doesn’t budge.

“no she won’t, sweetheart. she’ll understand,” he reassures you quietly. “stay.”

you narrow your eyes incredulously at his statement, a smile forming on your lips. “she’ll understand that i blew off our plans to sleep with my boyfriend?”

he lets out a small chuckle. his silver eyes open slowly, they’re half-lidded and looking down at you softly. “if your plans don’t include paid reservations, she’ll be alright.”

you roll your eyes at his logic, but your smile stays nonetheless. “you get five more minutes, gray.”

he hums in disapproval and closes his eyes. “ten,” he counters.

“five.”

“ten.” obviously, he’s not willing to compromise.

instead of insisting on five minutes this time, you pause and begin considering it. ten more minutes with him doesn’t sound all that bad.

“...fine.”

a slow, knowing smile tugs at the corners of his lips. he brings one of his hands up to the back of your head and gently starts stroking your hair. “you’re a terrible negotiator, love,” he says softly.

“shut up,” you mumble and bury your head back in his chest.

he simply pulls you in closer and you sling your leg over his, just like how you two were before. he places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. a content sigh leaves your lips and you shut your eyes, letting the warmth of his body take you in.

you’ll text avery an apology later. much, much later.

[adddddiiii]

hi, can i request a grayson hawthorne x fem!reader where reader is the girl from harvard grayson kissed (the one he mentioned in TFG) please?

Midnight Rain

Author's Note: this is such an interesting idea, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Contents: Grayson Hawthorne x reader

Harvard was never about legacy for you. It was about clawing your way up through sheer grit — scholarships, sleepless nights, being ten steps ahead because you couldn’t afford to be behind. Your name didn’t open doors. You had to pick every lock yourself.

That’s where Grayson came in.

He wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a name on the debate roster. Just another privileged heir with polished shoes and a voice like honeyed power. But he didn’t talk like the rest of them. He listened. He watched. He noticed when you skipped the champagne at those networking events, when you always left early, when you called professors by their first names and never asked for favors.

You weren’t interested in him. You told yourself that a dozen times.

But it’s hard to ignore someone who doesn’t fit in the box you built for them.

Your rivalry started on the floor of Harvard’s School forum. Public, passionate, and intellectually brutal. He cut through arguments like glass; you burned through them like fire. The professors loved it. The students placed bets. Everyone assumed there was something between you.

You swore there wasn’t.

And then, one night, it rained.

You had stayed late in the library, exhausted after a paper that refused to sound smart enough. The campus was quiet, all warm lights and wet pavement. You stepped outside, tugged your coat tighter, and there he was — Grayson Hawthorne, leaning against the side of the building like a scene from a film he was too aware he belonged in.

“You look like you’ve been fighting the universe,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Just a paper.”

He walked you halfway across campus, not offering his coat, not playing the chivalry game. Just walking, asking about your thesis topic, listening like your words meant something. And right before you reached the steps of your dorm, you stopped.

“So what’s your angle, Hawthorne?” you asked.

“No angle,” he said. “You just intrigue me.”

It wasn’t a smooth line. It wasn’t charming. It was honest in a way that caught you off guard.

And maybe that’s why you let him kiss you.

It wasn’t dramatic or perfect. It was hesitant, like two people trying to figure out if they were making a mistake.

Then it ended. He left. No follow-up. No explanation.

You told yourself it was just a blip. A moment. Not something to dwell on.

You lied.

[calebsamor]

❪ ✦ ❫ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: grayson hawthorne has a long routine for the morning; but his half-asleep-willing-girlfriend will make it all better.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, sleepy, female reader, forehead kisses, waking up early, swimming (are those even warnings?), use of Y/N, softie grayson (?)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1073

𝐀/𝐍: bro reader is me. also idk i saw this on a fanfic or like a headcanon with grayson but i forgot who made it?? TRLL ME WHO IT IS SO I COULD KNOW AND TAG THEM GRAHGG??

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle

grayson hawthorne has a strict morning routine. wake up at 5 to swim, swim until the others wake up, take a shower, get dressed, get coffee, and do whatever grayson does.

now, having a girlfriend who hates mornings, though, makes his routine have some… holes in it. though, whenever she said she wanted to do it with him, he couldn’t lie that he was happy with it.

“are you sure you want to wake up with me tomorrow, love?” he asks, looking at you nervously. you grin at him. “yeah, i’m sure. plus, i’m tired of not waking up with you in bed, so…” you trail off.

grayson lifts an eyebrow before sighing. “okay, but if you’re too tired to, just tell me and you could go back to bed, okay?”

“i know, don’t worry!”

now, you know that he wakes up early. but you never knew how early.

“love,” grayson says as he lightly shakes your shoulders. you groan tiredly, turning on your side. “Y/N, you said you wanted to wake up with me.”

“yeah, but i never knew how early…” you mumble, your eyes still closed. he chuckles lightly. “you said you wanted to, right?”

“mhm.”

“then come on.”

sighing, you blink your eyes open before rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you look up at the blond above you and hum.

you wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes again. “‘cmon, pick me up,” you mumble, digging your face in his neck. grayson tries to hide his smile as he puts a hand behind the small of your back and picks you up with him.

you wrap your legs around him as he walks to the walk-in closet and sets you down again.

you yawn, rubbing your eyes as grayson gets out his swimming trunks and your bathing suit. “do you want to swim with me?” he asks, looking up at you from his crouching position.

you shrug and say i don’t know with your mouth closed. he rolls his eyes at you, amused as he takes the swimming clothes.

you watch him as he takes his swimming trunks and walks into the restroom with them. you frown. you’ve already seen everything, why does he need to change in the bathroom?

but, you suppose that him sleeping without a shirt is a reward itself already. even though the reason why, was a whole nother conversation that you two already had.

soon, he comes back out with his swimming trunks on and you grab your swimming suit and walk into the restroom.

you tiredly—slowly—change into your swimming suit, the feeling of the fabric against your dry skin making you feel weird. of course, it’ll feel better once you're wet, but still.

you toss your dirty clothes on the wall, where a piece of it opens and takes the clothes before closing again.

you snort and roll your eyes. rich people. walking back out, you see grayson making his bed with two towels on his shoulder and if you were any other person, you’d find this weird, cleaning while he’s in his swimming trunks.

if you were any other person.

he spots you walking out and straightens his back, offering his hand to you. smiling—still tired, surprisingly—you take his hand.

he smiles back and takes you out of his room and to the swimming pool. he swims until everyone else wakes up, he told you. you wonder how long that exactly takes.

all of the rooms are still dark as he makes it to the swimming pool, sliding open the see-through door.

still holding your hand, he steps outside and to one of the pool chairs, putting down the towels on top of it.

you hum and sit on the chair, bringing your legs to your chest.

“do you want to stay here?” grayson asks, lifting an eyebrow at you. you nod at him. “i’ll go in later,” you say, making him form a little smile at you.

he was never one to smile, but he always does when he’s with you. it brings toy joy; especially when it’s a full-blown smile, one of those rare ones.

you watch as he gets into the pool and begins to swim, going from the end of the pool to the other end of the pool, swimming in laps.

you watch how his back muscles move as he moves his arms, his biceps flexing. you blink and look away from him before he can see you staring.

even though you two are official now, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed whenever he caught you staring at him.

especially in situations like this one.

it was a little while later when you got up from your chair and stepped to the edge of the pool. grayson glanced at you sitting down, before making his way to you.

he’s over there before you even got your feet in the water, putting his hands on either side of your thighs. you put your hands on top of his own and lean down, kissing his wet forehead.

he wraps his arms around your hips and puts his head on top of your chest, making you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

“do you want to come in now?” he asks, his words slightly muffled from your chest. “yeah,” you hum, moving your legs back and forth in the water, both beside his hips.

he nods and trails his hands down to your bottom, pulling you towards him before he backs away from the ledge, bringing you with him.

you squeal as you wrap your legs and arms around him, the cold water making you freeze. “it’s freezing!” you exclaim, squeezing your eyes shut. “jesus—how are you not cold, gray?”

he chuckles and kisses your forehead. “i’ve gotten used to it, flower.”

a few moments later after swimming, kissing, and hugging, avery walks out with jameson by his side.

“stop flirting and come eat. breakfast is ready,” jameson says, smirking at his brother. grayson glares at him and slowly brings you down from where you were.

you had tried to see how long he could not breathe from underwater, but of course, he had to try to impress you and was under there longer than he should have.

of course, he didn’t tell you that, though. after all, he needs to beat you in the pool games tomorrow—which, of course, he’ll never admit to liking.

[riddles-n-games]

TIG Drabble #5-Avery and Jameson

"Tahini."

She paused.

"Tahini." There it was again. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Why was he-? She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Tahini, Heiress." He was smiling as he said it. She continued chewing and swallowed, placing the sub on the wrapper and covering her mouth as she spoke. "What? Why are you calling Tahiti?"

His smile widened as he shook his head amusedly. Now he was just getting her agitated. She rolled her eyes and took a bite as she waited for him to say whatever supposedly clever thing he came up with that was oh-so-funny.

When Jameson looked back up, she gestured for him to continue, annoyed with his antics. As much as she loved her boyfriend and their games, there were times she really didn't care for his unnecessary suspense. "Tahini. Don't you hear the 'n'?"

"Well, now I do. What about it?"

He snorted at her deadpan response and started to chuckle. Her mouth twisted. She didn't like being the butt of a joke especially not one of his dumb ones. "You have something to actually say or are you just going to waste the rest of our lunch?"

"Sorry, sorry. Tahini sauce, ever heard of it?" She shook her head. "It's a sesame seed paste and it's popular in subs. I picked it for your sandwich since you've said you want to try some new things." That explained the somewhat off-taste she picked up on in odd bites. "I only just realized it-"

"Sounded like Tahiti?"

"Yup." He was grinning again. "Guess you know what that means Heiress."

"What?"

"If one of us has to spill the tea during meals, we'll have to say Tahini."

She sighed exasperatedly and bit again into her sub as he dissolved into laughter. Who knew that Jameson Hawthorne could be so corny too? But, she reasoned, I wouldn't have it any other way.

[po1sonous-l0ve]

Thinking about waking next to Jameson Hawthorne...

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the room.

Jameson stirred beside you, cracking open a piercing green eye, his tousled black hair and slow, sleepy grin making your heart flutter.

"Mornin'," Jameson mumbled, voice an octave lower. He slung an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. His body warmth melted away the morning chill, and he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "Want some breakfast?"

[justmoreocs-writing]

‘A ball? An actual Downtown Abbey style ball, and you want to pass it up? Fi!’ Katie-Ann’s voice had been shrill, only exacerbated by the tinny quality of the phone’s loudspeaker. ‘You are literally insane.’

‘Aye, and you love me for it,’ Fi had said simply, taking a step back from the painting she’d been working on and surveying it with a critical eye. Even all those hours ago, she’d known it was the first sure sign that she was avoiding the truth, knew that painting was a distraction so she didn’t think about the fact almost everybody had been talking about the Hawthorne boys in tailored suits. About how good she guessed Grayson Hawthorne could make even the oldest and most historic outfit look. She had refused to think about that, even for a second, if she could help it.

‘You can’t not go.’

Fi’s brows had pinched as she stepped forwards once more to work on the painting. ‘How does the negative in that sentence work?’

‘Fiona.’ Katie-Ann’s voice had held a warning in it then that still rung in Fi’s ears, even as the music filling the ballroom tried to blot it out.

The fact the hall was filled with people didn’t seem to matter because everything honed in to the fact she was dancing with Grayson Hawthorne, barely a hair’s breadth of distance between them. His hand was feather light on the small of her back, his other held hers with a careful grip.

‘I ain’t gonna break,’ she whispered, knowing that nobody would hear the natural Scottish drawl of her accent with everything else going on. Her own hand not gripping his carefully rested on the front of his shoulder, the best she could hope for without having to stretch too much. Even in heels, Grayson Hawthorne was still that much taller than her.

‘I know,’ he said, his breath disturbing the hairs on the top of her head. She felt them moving with his words, and partly hated that he still loomed above her. Fi was used to being short, but there was something about being short beside a Hawthorne that irritated her more.

Not that she’d seen a Hawthorne she was taller than yet.

She carefully fisted her hand in the lapel of his jacket. ‘Then don’t act like I will.’

Something shifted in his eyes, there and gone again so quickly Fi almost believed she’d imagined it. That it was simply a trick of the light as they moved with the music. The only thing that assured her it hadn’t been was the fact his hand on her back pressed her a little closer to him. His grip on her hand tightened ever so slightly.

Grayson bowed his head so his lips were just above her ear. She felt as though every inch of her was alight with that simple movement. ‘If you insist.’

Those three simple words felt more dangerous than any others Fi had heard. They were a promise and an assurance all at once. The easy command that usually underpinned his voice was lowered ever so slightly, and yet still it somehow seemed as though he were in control of the entire situation. Part of her hated him for it; part of her thrilled at it.

[fushitoru]

the season of thorned roses ⸺ a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

genre/warnings ⸺ enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, suggestive, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly, all they do is bicker 💀, some historical inaccuracies, mentions of sex work

notes from the author: im aashi, and this is my first series on this app :p for anyone who would like to know, this does end with a happy ending. ty for reading!

masterlist | drabble | fanart

chapter index

01 ⸺ the debutante

you begin to get ready for your presentation for your debut this season, and satoru steels himself to find a wife. you don't get the reception you'd wanted from some, and satoru will soon curse himself for letting his tongue loose (6.3k)

02 ⸺ the aftermath

after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)

03 ⸺ the manor

you and gojo have just uncovered your mothers' matchmaking scheme: a plan that sends you both to his extravagant countryside manor in kent, arriving a week earlier than the rest of the ton. the question remains—can you endure gojo's insufferable nature during this secluded stay? (8.3k)

04 ⸺ the game

satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)

05 ⸺ the fall

gojo comes up with a strange yet tempting arrangement, but the accident that follows it may cause epiphanies for the both of you. (11.8k)

06 ⸺ the house party

you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton. (7.4k)

07 ⸺ the rebound

after the arrival of your dearest brother, you pursue a new angle to the season, one to prove that you, the diamond, will not be scorned. new opportunities with duke nanami arise and with it jealousy and bitterness fester in the ballroom. (6.8k)

08 ⸺ the lake

both you and gojo discover contradictory feelings lodged deep in your heart, and a confrontation (with an unexpected ally) leads to a rather....wet conclusion. (4.6k)

09 ⸺ the embers

sukuna takes you on an excurion into town at night, where you both meet a stranger that gives you illustrative insight into gojo. on the other hand, satoru has to suffer his best friend's most terrible plan as of date (10k)

10 ⸺ the art gallery

duke nanami suprises you with an inquiry, and the panic caused by it leads to an encounter with a very unexpected person (4.7k)

11 ⸺ the geto manor (soon!)

drabbles/headcanons

01 ⸺ gojo unable to wake up on time after a wild night (suggestive)

02 ⸺ avoiding gojo after getting your period (suggestive)

03 ⸺ gojo walking in on geto at a brothel (nsfw, not canon)

03 ⸺ gojo when you're pregnant

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

A fake soccer date

Summary: Joel asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get the soccer moms off his back. How convenient that you're both kind of in love with each other.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: no outbreak, friends to lovers, FAKE DATING, mentions of dead spouse, a little angst, soccer moms (ugh), fluff, making out, smut (protected sex), dirty talk, a lot of kissing, Joel being in love, banner just for the vibes

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You understood his weekly dread of going to Sarah’s soccer matches now. 

It wasn’t the soccer or the getting up at 6 am to drive to some god awful town hours away to watch a bunch of teenage girls play ball. 

It was the soccer moms.

And Joel was the only single Dad of the group. There was flirting. There were definitely not occasion appropriate attire and cleavage. There was touching. 

And that was only what you saw as you watched him in the middle of at least six women who were fussing over him like he was the only men left alive while you made your way towards the field from the parking lot. 

He had asked you before if you would accompany him to one of Sarah’s games. 

You had been neighbours since before Sarah was born. He had inherited the fixer upper next door when he just turned twenty and made the most out of it. You had seen his life fall apart within months from the moment he found out his ex girlfriend was pregnant not long after. They had tried to get back together again. 

It was you and your late husband Andrew who had been there for him once Sarah was born and his ex had left him alone. You probably spent more times in Joel’s house than your own in those first weeks, all of you being new to taking care of a new born. 

But Sarah made it easy. 

Andrew, Joel and you grew close in the coming years. 

So close that Joel was the first one you called when you were sitting in a hospital in the early morning hours after an accident on your way back from your summer vacation. 

An accident Andrew did not survive. 

He showed up an hour later with a sleeping Sarah in his arms, holding you all night as you cried into his shoulder. 

The time after that was blurry. But you knew Joel was there every single step through your grief, right beside you. 

He was your best friend. 

And as best friends it was okay to ask you to pretend to be dating him to get the soccer moms off his back, right?

It’s not like he knew that you kind of fell in love with him over the last year, right?

With a nervous inhale you put a smile on your face as you approached Joel from behind, his broad back standing out to you in between the moms who had only eyes for him. You put one of your arms around him as you sneaked to his side, feeling him stiffen for a moment as you looked up at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled down at you, instantly relaxing, his arm coming around you to pull you closer against his side. 

„Hi,“ he smiled warmly and you smiled back. 

„Sorry I’m late. The line was endless,“ you lied and he chuckled. You felt his hand rest on your hip, squeezing you lightly. 

„Glad you could make it. Sarah is gonna be excited to see you,“ he said. Like you had not seen her yesterday when you had dinner together at your house. 

He kissed your temple and you closed your eyes for a moment before you turned your head too look at the people standing around you. The women were glaring at you and didn’t even attempt to hide it. 

„If you'll excuse me ladies. We got a match to watch,“ Joel said, not waiting for an answer before he pulled you towards the field, not letting go of you. 

„I can practically feel them trying to kill me with their eyes,“ you mumbled and he huffed a laugh. 

„I told you. I didn’t even do anything. They just appear out of thin air once I get here,“ he groaned and you rolled your eyes. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he’d pretend to not now the looks he received from women around him. 

Joel Miller was a catch and everyone knew it. 

You came to stand at the fence separating the field and the audience, watching as the girls warmed up on the soccer field. Sarah saw you and waved wildly and you waved back with a bright smile. You felt Joel stand behind you, before his hands came down next to yours on the fence.

„Thank you for doing this,“ he hummed against your ear as he leaned down, his chin resting on your shoulder for a moment. You took a deep breath. 

„Anything for you,“ you mumbled, gasping when he fell into you against the fence, someone having pushed him. You heard him groan lowly against your ear, his body flush against yours. He took a step back immediately, turning to his side but you were pretty sure you had felt his hard bulge press into your ass for a second.

You turned your head to look at him, finding his cheeks a little flushed as he looked everywhere but at you. But before you could say anything the kids coach cheered the girls on and they got into position for the game to start.

And a couple minutes later Joel was standing behind you again, and you were leaning against his strong chest, one of his arms around your stomach as you watched his daughter play soccer on the field in front of you. 

„Are we…. Are we still pretending to be dating?“ You mumbled against his lips, your fingers unbuttoning his flannel. 

Things had…. Escalated a little. 

One of his hands was on the side of your neck, tilting your head up as his lips moved against yours, your body pressed against the wall next to his bedroom, his body caging you in. 

„Do you want to be pretending?“ He asked, his lips kissing down your throat as his other hand came to squeeze one of your tits over your shirt. 

„Cause I haven’t been all day,“ he mumbled and you gasped. 

You were both still fully clothed, having spent the whole day together on the soccer field, pretending to be dating. 

It was pretend when he held your hand while you grabbed food. 

It was pretend when he pulled you on his lap when there wasn’t enough place to sit. 

It was pretend when you went up and kissed him when one of the soccer moms had her hands on his chest. 

Right?

„Joel….“ You hummed letting you head fall against the wall as his hand slipped under your shirt and towards your chest. You finally had his flannel open your fingernails scratching over the shirt he was wearing underneath. 

„I… I don’t want to pretend. I… I want you. I want you all the time,“ you confessed, your eyes closed as he sucked on the soft skin on your neck. 

He looked at you then a small smile on his flushed lips. 

„Good,“ he simply said, before he kissed you again and pulled you towards his bedroom. 

He undressed you slowly, kissing a path from your lips down to your hips before he told you to lay down. 

With your arms spread out on his mattress you looked up at him as he got out of his clothes, biting your lip when you saw his thick cock, already glistening at the tip. 

„Dreamed of this,“ he said as he joined you on the bed, crawling on top of you, kissing you softly as he laid down between your spread legs. 

You nipples hardened as his chest brushed against yours, the only thought in your head being that you wanted him closer. Always closer.

„Yeah?“ You asked with a small smile, your fingers brushing over his back. He nodded. 

„Me too. Dreamed of this for months,“ you confessed and he kissed you again.

„Months?“ He asked kissing your nose.

„Mhh… Think I knew when you fixed my bathroom sink and explained every little step you were doing. Thought back then that I’d listen to everything you’d explain to me as long as you wouldn’t leave,“ you said quietly, a little shy. 

You parted your lips when you felt his cock slip though your folds. 

„When you held Sarah after she fell from her bike last year. I watched you with my daughter in your arms and thought to myself, fuck I’m in love with her,“ he said and you felt a tear slip out of your eyes. 

You tilted your chin up to find his lips in a deep kiss before you brought one hand down and between your bodies, hearing him moan when your fingers wrapped around his stiff cock. 

„Wanna taste you first,“ he mumbled against your lips. 

You shook your head. 

„Plenty of time for that after. Wanna feel you please,“ you pumped his cock and he closed his eyes, his forehead resting against yours. 

„Fuck. Fuck okay. Condom?“ He asked and you grinned. 

„You got some? I’m on birth control and I trust you,“ you said. He looked at you for a moment before he shook his head. 

„The last time I didn’t use a condom with someone who was on birthcontrol I got Sarah,“ he chuckled before he pushed off of you and reached towards his bedside table, finding a little golden foil package, ripping it open and pulling it over his cock. 

He came back to kneel between your legs, one of his hands wrapped around his cock while he reached for a pillow and with a grin. 

You grinned back, arching your back as he pushed the pillow under you and under your ass before both of his hands pulled you towards him. You crossed your legs behind his ass, pulling him closer as he leaned down, lining his cock up with your pussy. 

„No more pretending,“ he whispered and you shook your head. 

„No more pretending,“ you repeated before you kissed him as he slowly pushed inside of you. 

Your lips parted against his as he slipped inside you, both of you breathing heavily, a quiet moan coming from you as he stretched you. 

You hadn’t been with anyone since your husband died and Joel wasn’t exactly small. 

"You okay?“ He asked, slowing down. 

You just nodded, before you kissed him again, finding yourself enjoying the stretch of his cock as it pushed slowly inside of you. 

„Keep going, feels so fucking good,“ you mumbled against his lips and you felt him smile as he moved, his cock moving inside of you until his whole length was filling you, both of you releasing a loud breath. 

„Should have done this sooner,“ he said as he pulled back and began to slowly fuck into you. You had one hand in his hair, the other on his ass, feeling him as he moved inside of you, his cock filling you perfectly with every thrust. 

„Yeah,“ you moaned, closing your eyes. 

„Keep your eyes open,“ he hummed and you did, finding him looking at you. 

„I wanna see you when you cum on my cock,“ he said and your walls clenched, making him smirk.

„You liked that, huh?“ He asked and you nodded slowly. 

„Keep going,“ you whimpered. 

„You know what I think of when I jerk myself off in the shower? I imagine the way you look when you cum. I wonder how you sound when I make you cum so hard you see stars. I wonder how you taste. I wonder if you like it hard or slow. I wonder if you wear these pretty lace panties I saw hanging in your bathroom that one time whenever you’re around me,“ he continued and you whimpered his name. 

„I wonder if you would let me fuck you at the dining table when we have dinner together. Or if you’d suck me off in the garage when we have a couple minutes to ourselves. Or on the couch after we watched a movie. I wonder if I can make you scream my name so everyone knows that you’re mine,“ he said before he kissed you and changed the angle of how he was fucking you, his cock hitting a spot inside of you that had you shaking. 

„I’m gonna take you to the lake house this weekend so I can have you screaming as loudly as you want to,“ he said and you nodded biting your lip to keep quiet, still mindful of the child sleeping down the hall. 

„Cum for me baby, let me feel you,“ he said as he crashed his lips down on yours and you shattered, coming harder than you had ever before, your legs shaking as he kept pumping his cock into you in quick deep thrusts. 

„Fuuuuuck,“ you cried quietly against his lips, feeling his lips twitch into a smile. 

„Beautiful,“ he hummed before his hips stuttered his cock pulsing inside of you as he slowly continued to fuck into you, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he orgasmed. 

Both sweaty and out of breath you just looked at each other before he kissed you and slowly rolled you to the side, pulling you against his chest, his cock softening and still resting inside of you. 

Kissing his chest you nuzzled against him, feeling his arms tighten around your body. 

„Best fake date ever,“ you grinned and you felt him chuckle, before he kissed your head just as you drifted off to sleep. 

[spencerreidsrightsock]

Spencer Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist. Below I will have drabbles, one shots, blurbs, and series all separated.

18+ content will be indicated with a *

Do not copy or claim my work as your own.

P! Link Masterlist

Spencer Reid 18+ only!

One Shots

Best Mentor Ever*- Reader is new at the BAU. Spencer is the unit chief and she looks at him as her mentor. Spencer can't focus around you.

I Need Help*- The team is on a case in Colorado. Spencer and reader have to share a hotel room due to limited space. Reader has a wet dream and calls out a specific name.

Solace* - Spencer’s away on a case. When he comes back you both find solace in bed together.

Cabin* - Reader and Spencer are more than just friends but have never crossed the line of intimacy. Spencer inherited Gideons cabin after his death, so one weekend spencer invites reader to the cabin. Thunderstorm, no power, wet clothes and a warm fire.

Blurbs

Intimacy*

Friends With Benefits*

Riding Subby Spencer *

Spencer coming home after a long case*

Edging*

Spencer walks in on you*

Drabbles

Stressed out*- Reader is stressed and Spencer comes over to comfort her which leads to a heavy make out session.

Lessons*- Reader is auditing Professor Reid's class for obvious reasons. He noticed she wasn't paying attention in class one day so he asked her to meet him in his office so he could teach her a lesson.

My girl*- Spencer and reader get into a heated argument when he gets home from a case. The team invites them out for some drinks and Penelope convinces her to make Spencer jealous.

Needy*- Since Spencer is gone a lot for work you take matters into your own hands and get a toy. Spencer tells you he'd be home late one night, but he shows up earlier to surprise you and catches you.

Irresistible*- You and Spencer come home from a long day at work. He gets cocky and challenges you. Who will break first?

"I'm not wearing anything"*- You text Spencer while he's finishing up some paperwork at the BAU, when he gets home he makes up for being gone.

Truth or Dare- The team has been in Los Angeles working a case of a man who commits two crimes at once, at first it was really confusing. When the unsub kidnaps a woman which leads Spencer and I into a store. Casey, the unsub, wants to play a not-so-fun game of truth or dare; which leads to a confession I never wanted out.

Truth or Dare ll* - After Rossi and Krystall’s wedding is over you and Spencer go back his his apartment to hang out.

Series

Friends to Lovers

Friends to lovers l- Reader and Spencer are coworkers and best friends. She invites him over for their usual movie night and feelings are shared.

Friends to lovers ll*- After a date night Spencer comes over.

New Opportunities

New Opportunities l- You move to another state to start your new internship program at the BAU. You and Spencer hit it off from the beginning and become friends immediately.

New Opportunities* ll- After the team gets back from a case, a few of you go out for drinks. Spencer offers to talk you home and you invite him in to hang out.

[yeagersss]

DO YOU MIND IF I MAKE A LITTLE REQUESTTTT

An angel spoke to me in a dream and said ‘imagine an au where Sukuna has a son or some relative in the Heian Era getting married to user but he falls in love with her instead’ AND IVE BEEN SEARCHING EVERYWHERE ANY THOUGHTS OR DRABBLES???

Ohhh... I like this ;] but I can see this happening if sukuna is crueller than the way I write him so 😭 also it gets suggestive in the end!!

I can see this in a way that his son is one of his illegitimate children through his concubines. He never keeps his children around, tossing them away with their mother or killing them. He's in no need for such a headache.

But he decided to keep this one boy because he inherited his technique. Obviously he isn't as powerful as Sukuna but he's decent enough that Sukuna makes him one of his generals.

And of course by being such a high ranked individual and the son of the King of Curses, the young general gets approached by a clan where they gift their beautiful daughter, you, as his wife.

You're perfect. A well educated woman taught to be the perfect wife. A beauty like no other.

Some would call you the definition of purity. Of innocence.

But Sukuna is no fool.

When his son brought you to him for the very first time, he saw the way you looked at him. The way your doe-like eyes trailed across his mighty figure as he sat on his throne.

And then your gaze locked with his own.

Lust.

He grinned when you shyly looked away. A flush appearing on your cheeks.

And this goes on. In clan meetings, you'd look over to the King of Curses, feeling a surge of warmth when you realise his intense gaze is on you. While your soon-to-be husband is oblivious to it all as he's engaged in a talk with a nobleman.

During dinner, you carefully choose your kimonos. Your soon-to-be husband tells you there's no need to dress up so much for a simple meal. But you had your motives.

You wanted to impress the king. You wear something slightly tighter to accentuate your curves. You heard the concubines whispering that the king's favourite color is red and you wear that color a lot now.

Your heart races frantically when you and the king's son come in for dinner. He's already there, sitting on the tatami mat while one of his hands nurse a cup of sake.

Your breath hitches his gaze trail across your figure, setting your core on fire.

And then his lips quirk up in approval behind the cup of sake and you feel your knees weaken.

This little thing you and the King of Curses have goes on for a while. Until Sukuna decides that this game has gone on for far too long.

He needs to claim you as his.

Now Sukuna is a selfish man. He takes what he wants. Even if it's son's lovely bride? He'll do it.

So that's why he orders his son to go and conquer the sun, moon and stars squad which was something he knew his son couldn't do. He'll die in battle.

But does Sukuna care about that?

Not at all.

All he cares about now is that he has you all to himself. His lovely little flower. He presses you against the wall of your chambers, lips against your bare shoulder. Your red and gold kimono barely hanging against your frame.

He chuckled. "Wasn't this a gift from my son? Surely you should be wearing it in his presence when he... comes back." He taunted and nipped the soft skin of your neck.

You moaned softly and craned your neck to give him more access. "Y-Your son is not the one I wear this or any of my exquisite dresses for, m-my lord..." You admitted shyly against his ear.

He grinned at your words.

Oh, he will enjoy making you his.

[angelmurmur]

— blueberry scones

warnings: none!

pairing(s): xander hawthorne x reader

a/n: i love him sm and no i couldn’t think of a better title … anyway!!!

“the recipe says half a cup of sugar!”

“that’s what i’m doing!” xander insists as he pours what is clearly way more than half a cup.

you two had picked the easiest type of scones to make — blueberry. of course, you’ve still found a way complicate it.

“xander, that’s like, four cups,” you deadpan.

he tuts and sets the bag of sugar down on the kitchen island, still dusted with flour from your previous fight. “you’re underestimating my skill.”

you and xander have been bickering for the past ten minutes over a fairly simple task. the problem is, xander claims that he’s done this so many times that he doesn’t even need instructions. you, on the other hand, insist that the recipe has to be strictly followed.

“no, you’re overestimating your skill.”

he lets out a terribly dramatic gasp. “overestimating? you wound me.”

you open your mouth to double down on your statement, but he cuts you off with a raise of his hand before you can even begin.

“how about we just divide and conquer? you can do half of the things by the rulebook,” he says the last word in a mocking tone that makes you frown. “and i can do the other half my way — the better way. deal?”

you hesitate for a moment, but curiosity gets the better of you.

“deal.”

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

once the scones are done, you’re both sitting on stools, the warm plate of scones between you. xander picks up a scone and you follow suit.

“cheers!” he holds up his scone towards you.

you laugh and lift your scone as well, lightly bumping it against his. “cheers.”

as soon as you taste it, a soft hum of approval involuntarily escapes your lips. despite your disagreement on how to follow the recipe, you have to admit that the scone tasted surprisingly good.

“you definitely added too much sugar,” you recall, glancing over at xander who’s now biting into his second scone.

he grins unapologetically. “and yet, it’s pure perfection.”

[adddddiiii]

hellooo first time requesting here! maybe grayson x ceo!reader she owns a very successful beauty company or anyth of your choice

(if i’m being honest i haven’t read the books i barley know anything abt this series so i’m trying to give you as much creative control as possible 😭)

Business Proposal

Author's Note: sorry it took a while to respond 😭

The first time you met Grayson Hawthorne, he was sitting across from you at a high-stakes investor meeting, trying to buy into your company. The problem? You weren’t selling.

"Ms. L/n," he had said smoothly, adjusting his cufflinks as if he already owned the place. "With Hawthorne Foundation as a partner, your brand could expand globally in half the time. It’s a logical move."

You had merely tilted your head, offering him a polite but razor-sharp smile. "It’s cute that you think I need help."

That was six months ago. Since then, Grayson Hawthorne had become a persistent thorn in your side, showing up at industry events, bidding against you in auctions, and — most irritatingly — somehow always managing to find a seat next to you at charity galas. You were convinced he was doing it on purpose.

Tonight was no different. The Business Summit was in full swing, the room buzzing with champagne-fueled networking. You were just about to take a sip of your drink when a familiar voice cut through the chatter.

"Don’t look so thrilled to see me."

You turned your head slowly, unsurprised to find Grayson sliding into the seat beside you.

"I’d be more thrilled if you were sitting anywhere else."

He smirked, picking up a glass of whiskey. "And yet, somehow, fate keeps bringing us together."

You scoffed. "Fate, or your money?"

"Maybe both."

The conversation was always a game with him, laced with unspoken challenges and sharp-edged flirtation. You weren’t sure when the rivalry had become something more charged, but you felt it now — in the way his gaze lingered a second too long, in the way your heart kicked up just slightly when he leaned in closer.

"Tell me, Hawthorne," you mused, resting your chin on your hand. "Do you actually enjoy these events, or do you just come to annoy me?"

His smirk deepened. "Can’t it be both?"

You shook your head, setting your glass down. "I have a business to run. I don’t have time for whatever game you’re playing."

He studied you for a beat, then leaned in just enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Who says it’s a game?"

For the first time in your many encounters, you had no clever comeback.

And from the way his smirk softened into something dangerously close to admiration, you had a feeling Grayson Hawthorne wasn’t planning on letting you win this time.

Before you could think of a response, a server approached, offering a tray of hors d'oeuvres. You took a small bite, giving yourself a moment to steady your thoughts. When you turned back to Grayson, he was still watching you, his gaze sharper now, more deliberate.

"If you're not playing a game," you finally said, voice steady despite the tension crackling between you, "then what do you want?"

He set his glass down with an easy grace, then leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. "A partnership."

You raised an eyebrow. "I already told you, I don’t need a partner."

"Not for your company," he corrected. "For something else."

Your breath hitched slightly. "And what exactly would that be?"

Grayson studied you like he was considering his next move in a high-stakes negotiation. Then, in a voice smooth as silk, he said, "You and me. Dinner. A real conversation, no business agendas."

You blinked, caught off guard for the first time in your dealings with him. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"I’m making an offer," he countered, a challenge gleaming in his silver-blue eyes. "One you’d be smart to consider."

You let the silence stretch, enjoying the way his confidence wavered just slightly under your scrutiny. Finally, you picked up your drink, taking a slow sip before answering.

"Fine," you said, meeting his gaze head-on. "But just so we’re clear, if I accept, I expect you to bring more to the table than just good looks and a famous last name."

His smirk widened, full of intrigue. "Trust me, sweetheart. You have no idea what I can bring to the table."

And for some reason, you found yourself excited to find out.

[calebsamor]

grayson hawthorne headcanons <333

matching outfits. even if you arent, he WILL go find some outfits that match yours

when you said you want him, he started crying because he never got the attention he needed

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION AND PHYSICAL TOUCH ARE HIS LOVE LANGUAGES. (but mainly words for affirmation)

literally gets you anything you want. that cute outfit you pointed at while you were on a walk with him? boom now it’s in your closet

will literally take naps with you and/or sleeps with you

doesn’t seem like it, but he’s a cuddlier when he’s asleep. like, tight hold, falls asleep immediately, never wants to get back up cuddlier.

BIG dates. only little if you two feel in the mood for something small

wakes up early to do his hair because he cuddled you so much it looks like a bush when he wakes up

holds your hand to show you that hes always there. anywhere and everywhere 🫶🫶

ever since eve, (GAG, still waiting for her character development) he makes sure to spend a lot of time with you and to make sure you dont get jealous

will literally bend his schedule to spend time with you

kisses you in public

the public first thought that you and jameson were dating when a news reporter saw you to together (much to averys demise), so he intensely kissed you out in public to show them that you two dating (emily trauma)

swims with you out in the pool

teaches you how to swim if you dont know how

POOL KISSES.

every time he dries himself faster after you two get out from the pool, he wraps his towl around you even if you have a towel on (he knows how cold you get even with a towel)

THE standard. literally aaron warner but in a different font.

when he has to fly somewhere without you, he makes someone (jameson) leave roses on your bed with a note (its always a love note or telling you he’s always thinking about you <3)

when he looks at you, he LITERALLY sees you as his wife. like this man wants to grow old with you once you show him he’s worth it

[riddles-n-games]

TIG Drabble #6-Libby and Xander

He didn't hear the soft humming when he entered. His mind was on autopilot as his feet trudged the usual path straight for the sweets cupboard. Open the cupboard, take the jar, set the jar down, open it, retrieve a cookie, serotonin boost. That was the sole focus of this mission.

"Xander?" A quiet voice broke through his tunnel vision and he turned around to find a concerned Libby. Busted. Realizing he was holding the cookie jar, he placed it on the nearby counter and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck that had conveniently started throbbing painfully. How ironic that he felt like the literal kid getting caught with his hand in the forbidden cookie jar despite the rule having expired years ago.

"Oh, hi, Libby. I didn't think anyone was here."

A soft smile appeared. "Just me. Testing out a new batch for the food truck. We have a fundraiser again this weekend."

He nodded in acknowledgment, still looking down. "Well, I'm just gonna grab a cookie and I'll be out of your hair. I don't want to disturb you."

"Oh no, you're not interrupting. In fact, I have a batch ready and I need a taste-tester. Want one?"

"Sure." He placed the cookie jar back in its usual spot and then slowly shuffled towards Libby. In her hand on a small plate was a glorious slice of perfection in dessert form. The icing was a berry purple in a gorgeous swirl with blueberries on top and tiny sugar flowers all over. In the actual cupcake, there were dark patches, indicating it a fruit flavor. Blueberry or blackberry, he guessed.

"I apologize it's not a scone but it is still blueberry-flavored."

"'S ok." He took the peace offering and sat on one of the tall chairs on the other side of the counter. She joined him with her own. They ate in silence. As Xander took his last bite, he finally made a remark. "It's good. Did you make the sugar flowers?"

She nodded. "Do you want water?" He shook his head until he started coughing. Libby stood up and filled a glass, sliding it across the table towards him and he grabbed it, downing it in slow gulps. She kept standing until he stopped. "Good now?" He nodded.

Taking a seat again, she slowly trailed her hand and put it over his. "What's wrong? You seem down today." He pursed his lips and looked ahead but didn't move her hand. She slid her fingers into the gaps between his and gently squeezed his palm before he suddenly returned it, gripping unusually tight.

"You want to talk about what's bothering you? I won't force it if you don't want to." He sighed deeply and turned slightly her way but kept his eyes concentrated on their hands. Where to begin?

A few moments went by before he spoke. "I, uhm..."

He inhaled sharply. "Honestly? It's kind of dumb how it started. In robotics this morning, one of my new experiments kept malfunctioning. I spent two hours trying to fix it only for the whole thing to fall apart at the last possible second. Some part came very loose, it was this close to just straight up blowing up."

Libby nodded as he paused, looking to her before he continued. He shot her a grateful smile, small but there.

"In physics, Bex was shaken. She said her mom had another meltdown. Got really loose-lipped after..." He gave her another look. They both knew what that meant. Rebecca dealt with it and brought the aftermath with her but Xander was always there for her. He was her rock in many ways and she was supportive of him too, but some days, it was too much. "I did what I could to help but," his voice lowered, "I fear one day it won't be enough. She's still levelheaded for all she went through but I worry she'll spiral. A-And..."

"And?"

"It's a lot to deal with. I love her and I know she returns the favor when I need it but sometimes I wonder if I won't be able to deal with it mentally myself. That scares me. That I'll let her down and me in the process because I couldn't hold myself together anymore. I am good at carrying other people's burdens but not my own and I think that one day, my own problems will catch up to me when she might need me. I-" Xander cut off, eyes wide at what he just said.

Libby brought her free hand to his back and rubbed it up and down, hoping it soothed him. "Hey now. You're a good friend. Anyone who knows you that well knows that. You're always there to help us when we're down but that doesn't mean we can always expect you to be in a good place either. "

"I know just-"

"No buts. Xan, we're lucky to have you in our lives. Especially Rebecca. I don't think she would be mad if you couldn't handle it for once. You've been with her your whole life and she knows when you're hurting like you do with her. I'm pretty sure she'd be more concerned that you didn't find someone to help you rather than just dumping thoughtlessly without noticing your state first."

He sighed deeply and rubbed his temple. There was nothing more that he wanted to hear and to believe than that. "I hope so."

"I know so. You know, I think this is a conversation you've needed to have a long time ago but you've been avoiding it. Why don't you talk to her about it?"

"Because-" What if she thinks I think of her as a burden and feels like she's been using me and thinks this friendship was fake all along? What if she thinks I'm weak for not dealing with my problems first?

The fear may not been voiced but it was enough. Libby knew what he wanted to say. She smiled sadly. "I get that you're scared of what she might think but I believe she'll be much more understanding than you give her credit for. Promise me you'll at least try."

He exhaled shakily and nodded. "Ok."

"Trust me, you're one of the bravest people I know and I also know that if you talk to Rebecca, she'll be thankful for it. Both of you will be." Libby was right. His fears were irrational and it was likely all for naught. Rebecca was his best friend and she stuck by him through so much as well, why wouldn't she be able to understand his feelings all of a sudden? This would give them clarity and a new profoundness to their friendship. Maybe even a safety net if the line blurred too much.

"And Xan?"

"Mmm?"

"You can always come to me and I will do as much as I can. I'm here if you need: whatever, whenever. You don't always to have to rely on just your brothers." He considered that. She was right about that too. It wasn't just the four of them anymore and with the addition of Avery and Libby, their family had grown. Home was a little bit fuller now and oh how he was thankful for it. But that one thing she said...

"Did Nash tell you that? 'Cause that sounds like something he would say."

"Maybe." She winked.

"Figured. He's been hanging around you a lot."

"No comment on that. But let's not make this about me. My focus right now is on you and your needs. You clearly still have a lot left to say and let go of." He couldn't deny that so he continued to recall the rest of his day until the thing that was heaving him down the most.

"-left for my locker, I went to Dr. Gallagher to get a prize I received for a prior competition. As I waited for her to get it, some students that were there, I don't even know why I started listening but I was picking up on bits of their conversation. It sounded like they were talking about feeling sorry for someone, about their parents being absent. That was... That was until I heard Skye's name."

He had to stop and steady his breaths. He knew this part was coming but panic was catching in his throat and he wasn't sure if it was going to take his ability to think. But Libby wasn't about to let that happen. She cupped his cheek, refocusing him to the feel of her warm, soft palm. "It's okay, Xan. Just breath." If that wasn't enough to make his heart swell, the feeling of her lips pressing against his forehead made him cling to her comfort that much more. They stayed that way for a moment.

"I... I'm good now."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Only then did he realize he was slumped against her and part of him still didn't want to leave the little bubble of peace but he had to get it out. Xander was well aware of how things could eat at him when he was alone and drove him into a crash-and-burn cycle of inventing. It made him feel like Jameson at times. So he pushed forward.

"Th-The girls, they... they were talking about her arrest and how it must be hard to deal with having a parent as a criminal. With my grandfather gone and no father in the house, it must be hard having no real parental guidance. What a shame that all my efforts can't be celebrated with proper loving parents around."

The fresh sting of tears pricked at his eyes but he continued, "The teacher came back and heard what they were saying so she told them to leave. She apologized and said they had no right to talk about that but I mean, they seemed sympathetic, not mocking. Dr. G gave me the prize and told me if I wanted to talk about anything, I can come to her. But when I looked at her, all I saw was the pity. I couldn't say anything, I was too stunned to say anything so I just walked away. That's the end of it."

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry that you had to hear that."

"It's true though, isn't it? I mean, my mother is in jail, my grandfather is dead, and I don't..." he gulped, "I don't have a dad." That one probably hurt the most to say.

The one parent he had showed a much more monstrous side that he hadn't believed existed. He acknowledged Skye's manipulativeness but the depravity of her actions since Avery's arrival was enough for a true crime documentary. He missed his grandfather dearly, that ache paired with his mother's betrayal had become a sore spot which he tried to avoid. His brothers had tried shielding him from the worst of it but even they couldn't keep the news away forever. And how much he yearned to have a father in his life, not just an older brother who tried to step in as one.

His father may know of his existence but he didn't even know of his identity. For all he knew, his father could have been dead by now. A broken family, some dead, some gone, some unknown, he practically felt like orphan was an acceptable term at that point.

"Xander..."

"Libby, I might as well be called an orphan." Her eyes widened. "Let's not lie. Skye isn't much of a mother no matter how much I lie to myself. Aunt Zara keeps a distance and Nan is Nan. I appreciate that but I've longed for a normal family so long, is that too much to ask? For so long it's felt like it's been just me and my brothers. Without our grandfather around, it's just us four. That's it." His voice got small and he felt like it too. The tears were flowing freely now. There, those were all his fears put out into the open.

Libby cupped his cheeks gently. "You're so brave to admit that. I'm proud of you. But Xander, it's not just you and them anymore, ok? You have me and Avery now too. I'm here and if you'd like to think of me as your big sister, I will gladly be that for you. You're part of my family." He looked at her.

"Really? You think that about me?"

She nodded reassuringly. "I've considered you my little brother for a long time now." Maybe it was the way she said it, how soft her voice was or just the fact she cared, but a sob broke through. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now come here." He gladly accepted her warm hug. Quite literally, he melted into the embrace as he buried his nose into her shoulder. Her shirt smelled of coconuts, baking ingredients, and Nash's teakwood candles. Home.

"I'm here for you." He believed her. He held her tighter.

Xander dreamed of many things. Having a dad, a functioning family, a room of an infinite supply of blueberry scones. But he didn't have to dream of an elder sister. He had that for real.

A/N: Hey I know this was longer than a regular drabble but I felt it deserved to be as long as it is because the words just kept coming and that felt like the right thing to do to give this story the depth it needed. Funny thing is I realized that four of the five I already posted are actually pretty sad/angsty with the content they tackle and only the one I posted before this is actually light-hearted. Trust me, I don't plan to only post these kinds and there will be more fun ones to come. Anyways, thanks for reading as always and I'll see you in the next one.

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sweet everything, atsumu miya ; one shot collection

SWEET EVERYTHING┆this just in: maybe he can be fixed. atsumu miya used to make news as a longtime bachelor who considered marriage to be "settling down" and as someone who prides himself on "never settling", it's clear the only ring he cares about comes from a championship. barely seven years after this iconic interview, atsumu miya walks away from professional volleyball as a devoted husband and father to the most adorable little toddlers who test his stamina as he chases after them.

a collection of inter-connected (mostly fluffy) one shots and drabbles centered around husband/dad!atsumu, maintaining the honeymoon phase of marriage, and the family antics that occur when his children inherit his wild, brash nature <3

triple trouble┆before his early retirement from the game, new dad atsumu steals every reporters' attention as he shows the world his triplets during a post-game conference; only, it's really his babies that have everyone so entertained.

number one┆atsumu's always reassured you that he doesn't mind leaving behind his professional career to spend more time with the family, but the media gets to him. his creeping doubt and feelings of regret only amplify when he walks into his office to see that his sons have accidentally destroyed his trophy case, all his awards and plaques dented, ruined, or shattered into pieces on the floor. — coming soon!

my heart hits rewind┆noted as one of the longest standing (and healthy) relationships in celebrity circles, people online always speculate on how you and atsumu are still so in love with each other, especially after having kids that are constantly vying for your attention. alternatively: 5 times you and atsumu try get some alone time + the 1 time you two finally get a date night. — coming soon!

honeymoon fades┆you and atsumu celebrate your wedding anniversary (nsfw). — coming soon!

i want your dreary mondays┆before the marriage and your kids, it's just you and atsumu trying to figure things out. or: atsumu realizes he wants to spend his whole life with you and does everything in his power to convince you to stay by his side (even though you never really did need much convincing). (nsfw) — coming soon!

author's note a little throwback to my bleedinqhearts days lol!!! i hope you all miss dad!atsumu as much as i did <3

fan art inspired by the fics (from my old blog <3) triplets ami & atsumu