#It's okay he got his cake and presents in the end c:

[somegrumpynerd]

Happy (late) birthday Ink!!

[und8e2ff]

Bronze Bro Bonding - Ban's Birthday

the alliteration is alliterating, okay~ ✨💅🏼

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I like to think when the Bronze can't gather together in one place, they celebrate each other's birthdays over video chat.

They'll agree on a time to call, they'll come with their own cakes/foods to eat together, and anywhere from a few days to a couple weeks in advance they'll send gifts from where ever they are in hopes they'll be delivered by the time they gather together.

One time the Bronze gathered to celebrate Ban's birthday over video call. They sang Happy Birthday, Ban just blew out the candles, but before everyone dug into their food, Seiya had something he wanted to say.

all manner of fuck shit below the cut

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"But before we dig in, HERE'S WONDERWALL."

Seiya then proceeds to pull out his guitar and sing the single most cursed, bastardized, purposefully horrendous rendition of the song that he could muster.

Ban is staring DEAD down the center of his camera with this blank, unreadable expression. He's zoning out going through everything he said and did in the last 365 days to deserve this shit. mans is SHOCK rn, C A T A T O N I C even-

Seiya is on one. liek... Dude is playing his HEART out. He truly is giving the performance of his life for his brother's special day.

Hyoga is being supportive. To hype up Seiya's performance he does this interpretive, hip-hop/ballet fusion dance??? he hittin the c-walk and then transitions with a couple sautes into the shoot

ALL with a straight face

Jabu deafened, muted, and got on his phone. he'll be back in 5...

Geki stared in disbelief for a good 20-30 seconds. Once he came to his senses, he found something to watch and started eating. HE DID NOT MUTE and it just... It adds to the chaos. whatever he's playin sounds like deep-fried Cocomelon

Nachi decided to join in by doing ad-libs. Except... His ad-libs are more appropriate to be in the background of NY drill and not... whatever tf is goin on rn... i said maybeee *BO BO BO BO* you're gonna be the one that saves meeee *GRRRRRRRAH*

with his whole chest too...

Ikki peaced the moment Seiya pulled out his guitar. liek, he dead just left the call. no words.

Ichi deafened and then started brushing out his hair so he could put it in a bun for the night. tired

Shun is just sitting back, hands clasped, looking up at the ceiling. He too is wondering what he did to deserve such a fate. A single tear runs down his cheek.

Shiryu is the only person who genuinely seems to be enjoying the performance. he even claps at the end

It was a good birthday.

No, seriously. After this, Ban had an awesome birthday and everyone had fun.

Except for Ikki. Ikki never came back.

His present made it to Ban, though.

[nmoroder]

It finally is. Another antigravity askblog comic. i dont want to recall how long it took and the main thing is that it’s here and it’s pretty lighthearted. See translation to English below and have a nice day.

Question: Wish your partner a Happy Birthday! (Russian text additionally means you can present them with something or just say some nice words, no matter.)

(Colress appears behind Ghetsis and covers his eyes.)

Ghetsis: ...huh? Colress? Stop this instant. You’re gonna smudge my visor.

Colress: How can I smudge it if I’m wearing gloves?

G: What do you want?

C: Well of course, to wish you a happy birthday! You’re the birthday boy today, are you not.

G: Ah, this. I’m listening.

C: I have a surprise for you that you’ll surely be welcoming.

G: Please don’t jump out of a cake.

C: Oh come on! 

C: Throughout the next week I’m gonna behave like a regular Team Plasma member. That is, full discipline, no smart remarks and no retorts while you’re speaking. (Ghetsis looks away in confusion)

G: Why the sudden urge to?

C: Don’t act like it’s nothing, I know how hard my personality be to cope with for you. All the eyerolling! Have a little rest from it.

(Next picture says, “Two days later”. The frigate seemes to be on a stop somewhere green, Ghetsis sits under the trees and Colress is seen training his Beheeyem. After that, he puts his Pokemon away and approaches Ghetsis.)

C: Lord Ghetsis, the testing is complete for today. The results will--

G: Hey, Colress... it’s enough.

C: Huh? Have I offended you?

G: No... sit down here. 

(He obliges and sits by Ghetsis’ side under the trees.)

G: This masquerade has to end. I know you wanted to give me a present by behaving like this but... I don’t feel anything positive from it. Of all people - of all Team Plasma - you’re the one I don’t want to see like this. You’re perfect the way you are. I got used to you and there’s nothing I would permanently change. Furthermore, I... dislike the change you made, quite literally.

C: Oh... but you sometimes react at my words like I’ve gravely insulted you.

G: Really, I do? What a drag.

C: You roll your eyes quite like a court lady.

G: Come now... I’m not rolling my eyes because you’ve irreparably hurt my heart and all that. Are you bothered by my reaction?

C: Nah, it was you I wanted to give a present to after all. To make you suffer less from tolerating me... sure thing, when I still thought you were tolerating me. Okay, I’m glad we’ve sorted this one out. Only that...

G: Yes?

C: You still have five more days left off your present. I can’t just take them away from you!

G: Hmm. Well, I might just have an idea about that.

C: Huh?

G: Turn them into kisses.

C: Oh you sly devil!

[thealtoduck]

A love story with George Weasley but it was inspired by Bewitched…

George Weasley x Male!Half-Blood!Reader

Warnings: None unless you feel uncomfortable with a 2 year age gap.

y/h = your house

y/f/c = your favourite colour

Summary: George meets a boy from a rather eccentric half-blood family, like the weasley twins the boy also happens to have some tricks up his sleeve.

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Growing up a half blood is a strange experience, especially when you mom’s magical side of the family don’t like your dad because he’s a muggle, it’s not because their blood suprmacists or anything but considering that you grew up in a muggle neighborhood where your mom couldn’t use her powers and you couldn’t learn fully about the magical world, they were a bit salty.

Even though your mom tried to turn her magic down a notch for living in a muggle neighborhood it was still somehow present through most of your life either through your relatives putting spells on your father to mess with him and your mother or through your mother using magic to solve some tedious small task.

Or through your nose wiggles… yes, your nose wiggles… something you had inherited from your mother’s side of the family, you had the abillity to preform smaller simple spells wandless through wiggling your nose slightly.

It was probably this showcase of magic that got you your letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which made your mom’s side of the family really proud.

Your mom and dad escorted you to the trainstation and your mom showed you (and your dad) how to get on to platform 9 and 3/4.

When you were on the station you looked around feeling slightly nervous. You didn’t know anyone here and you didn’t know THAT much about the magical world either. You had no idea what you were getting into.

As you walked towards the train door with your parents you heard a red headed woman mentioning something to her sons about blowing up a toilet.

Your dad then helped you get you trunk on board the train and into a small compartment. You then said goodbye to both your parents and sat down in the compartment.

You waved goodbye to your parents as the train left the platform. As soon as the train had left the station there was a knock on the sliding door, it was two girls they were wearing red ties which means if you remembered correctly meant they were from Gryffindor house.

”Hi, excuse us would it be okay if me and my friend sat in here? Everywhere else seems to taken” one of the girls said. ”Of course” you said and gestured to the seat in front of you. The girls thanked you and helped each other get their trunks up on the luggage rack.

”Your a first year, right?” One of the girls asked. ”Yes, what year are you two in?” you asked curiously. ”Were starting our third year” one of them answered.

”I’m Angelina by the way, Angelina Johnson” the girl who had asked if they could sit in the compartment said, she then continued and said ”This is Alicia Spinnet” gesturing to the other girl.

”Nice to meet you, i’m Y/n L/n”

You ended up bonding well with the girls, the three of you talked about the different ways you were introduced to the wizarding world.

They also told you that they are on the house quidditch team, Angelina was a chaser and Alicia was a reserve chaser but was hopefully getting promoted to official chaser this year. You had never seen an actual quidditch game but from what you’d heard from your relatives it sounded very exciting.

You also ended up showing how you could wiggle your nose to do magic. You wiggled your nose and made it so a cauldron cake you had bought from the lady with the trolley was suspended in mid air. Which they found really impressive.

You were also visited by some of Alicia’s and Angelina’s friends like Lee Jordan the commentator for quidditch games and Oliver Wood the Gryffindor quidditch team’s captain.

There was another knock on the sliding door and through the glass you could see the brothers who had been told by their mother to not blow up a toilet, they were twins.

The two entered and greeted Angelina and Alicia and the four talked for a bit. The twins then turned their attention towards you and one of them asked ”And who is this?”. Before you could answer Angelina did it for you saying ”His name is Y/n, he’s a first year and you too better play nice with him because me and Alicia have spiritually adopted him”.

”You make us sound horrible Angelina, i’m George and this is Fred” one of twins introduced and then continued ”And if your ever looking to have fun just come find us, alright?”. ”Alright” you answered.

The twins the made their way to leave but the twin named Fred turned around and asked ”By the way, did you three know that Harry Potter is on the train?”.

You, Angelina and Alicia exchanged suprised looks. Despite not having a lot of exposure to the wizarding world growing up you still knew very well who Harry Potter was.

Soon enough you arrived at Hogwarts train station and you and the other first years were escorted by the gamekeeper Hagrid to a dock with several boats. You sat down in a boat with a boy with black hair, a boy with an irish accent and a blonde girl.

The boats then started moving by themselves and slowly started floating towards the giant castle. When the boats arrived at the castle you were taken to a big enterance and led into the castle by a female professor who looked like she was not to be messed with.

She led you into a big room and told you about the four Hogwarts houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, she also told you about the sorting cermony. You had asked Angelina and Alicia about the cermony and they had told you not to worry about it and that it sounds a lot scarier than it is.

You looked around and saw that other people clearly hadn’t gotten the same advice. You could even hear a girl with very poofy hair whispering spells to herself.

After a while you and the others were led into the great hall were all the other students were sat at four long tables, one for each house. The staff were also sat at one big table in front of the other tables.

Infront of the staff table there was a stool with an old looking hat on it. You and the others stood in front of the stool with the hat on it which proceded to sing a song about the hogwarts founders.

Then people started getting sorted and soon enough Professor Mcgonagall called out ”Y/n L/n” and you stepped up towards the stool and sat down as Professor Mcgonagall placed the sorting hat on your head.

”Oh a L/n, havent seen one of you in a while” an unknown voice said inside your head. ”I see you have great potential that could work in any of the houses, so where to put you?” The sorting hat asked itself. You sat on the stool for a minute as the sorting hat pondered where to put you.

Then suddenly it let out a small satisfied noice and yelled out dramatically to the great hall ”Y/H!”.

3 years later…

You were now in your 4 year and not a lot had changed. You were still friends with Alicia, Angelina, Fred and George with the addition of the rest of the Weasleys, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Katie Bell, Cedric Diggory… basically half the school liked you.

Which was almost like a curse as the Yule Ball was coming up and you had been informed by Angelina that several guys had their eye on you, including Cormac McLaggen (yuck), Zacharias Smith (never), Colin Creevey (just no), the list goes on…

So you spent most of your time trying to hide from or get away from anyone you wouldn’t like to go with.

One day when you were on your way back to your common room you managed to see Cormac waiting in the hallway holding flowers, so you immdiately turned into another hallway, which didn’t turn out to be such a good idea either…

The Weasley twins were running towards you at top speed and as soon as they noticed you George grabbed you by the arm and pulled you along with them. The twins + you then split up with Fred running into the hallway where Cormac was waiting and George and you running back from where you came before you ran in to them.

The two you then ran and hid behind a statue of wizard. ”George, what’s happening why are we running?” you asked breathing heavily from the running. ”Me and Fred may have set of a dungbomb in Filch’s office” he answered quietly while panting.

You then heard footsteps running towards where you and George were hiding and you saw Filch running in your direction. You needed to distract him but you needed to do it quietly, you looked around the hallway from behind the statue for ideas.

You spotted the door to a classroom so you wiggled your nose to cast a spell to make the door open, when it did Filch spotted it he ran in to the classroom thinking he would catch whoever set of the dungbomb.

As soon as he was inside you wiggled your nose again and the door slammed and locked behind him. You then grabbed George and ran away from the scene.

When you had gotten far away from Filch you slowed down and George said ”Thanks Y/n, thought we were gonna get caught for second there”. ”No worries” you said simply. George then turned towards you and grabbed your arm making the both of you stop.

”There was something i wanted to ask you” he said sounding almost nervous. ”If your not already going with anyone would you like to go with me to the Yule Ball?” he asked.

You didn’t know what happened but it felt like someone had set of fireworks inside you. Then you answered happily ”Yes, i’d love to”.

Evening of Yule Ball…

You slowly walked down the stairs to the great hall in your brand new y/f/c dress robes. One could say you were having your Cinderella moment.

George met you at the bottom of the stairs and said ”You look beautiful” he said with a big smile on his face. ”You don’t look to bad yourself” you said back.

He then held out an arm for you and asked in an overly posh voice ”Shall we?”. ”Yes, we shall” you answered in the same kind of posh voice and took his arm and you walked in to the great hall for an evening of ✨magic✨.

[earthchica]

Birthday Surprise

IMAGINE You and Chris are married with three kids and you throw him a big surprise birthday party. 

Warning: Fluff, Slight Smut.

Word Count: 1.3K

Note: HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY, CHRIS!

CHRIS

"Wake up, daddy! it's your special day!" The twins were jumping up and down on the bed with excitement.

I had to register on what they meant and quickly came to realize it was my birthday today, just another reminder of me getting old.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," I said, sitting up from the bed and stretching my limbs, before moving the blankets and swinging my legs at the edge of the bed.

"Come on daddy!" The twins said at the same time with a giggle, dragging me downstairs to the kitchen.

My nose was filled with the scent of homemade breakfast.

"Good Morning, birthday boy," My beautiful wife says with a happy smile, throwing her arms in the air.

"Girls this is-" I stopped and placed a hand over my chest. The kitchen was decorated with balloons, party hats, confetti, and a big buffet breakfast on the table.

Y/N made her way towards me, placing a birthday hat on my head while giving me a big kiss.

"This is amazing, girls. thank you so much!" I said with a smile.

I came over to the table and kissed the top of my son's head. He was beaming brightly in his highchair while eating cut-up fruit.

The twins came to sit at the table as Y/N went to get something and once she got back to the table.

We started eating breakfast and chatting a little bit. Shortly after breakfast, we were in the living room and I was opening my present from Y/N and the kids.

YOU

You smiled softly, watching the twins proudly present each birthday gift to their dad. Chris opened them with a giant smile on his face.

"I love this so much. Thank you so much, ladybugs!" He says. The twins' face lit up with a smile, stretching from ear to ear as they both jumped into his arms for a hug.

You’ve always wondered what type of father Chris would be and now that you both have three beautiful children together. 

Seven year old girl twins and a four year old boy.

He’s such a great, loving, protective father, and there was no doubt in your mind that he wasn't gonna be all those things.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice that Chris said something.

He repeats while nudging you with his shoulder; one eye lifted in confusion at your far-off look.

You snapped up, and your e/c eyes locked with his concerned blue eyes. "What?"

"I asked, what do you have planned for today?"

"Oh, sorry!" You said with a chuckle, taking the time to wrap your arm around his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

"Well, we'll go on our daily family walk and then come back.” 

“Then chill out for a couple of hours until the big surprise tonight which I'm not telling you anything about?" You said lifting your head to look at him.

"That sounds great, alright let's go," Chris said, kissing your cheek and getting up from the couch.

CHRIS

Once we got the kids and ourselves dressed and ready. 

Instead of going on our daily walk around the block, we ended up going to the local dog pack where we let Dodger off the leash.

I sat underneath a tree with my son in my arms and watched with a smile as Y/N and the twins ran around and played fetch with Dodger. 

I smiled heartily at how far I grew and reflected on my incredible life. 

I had everything I'd ever wanted, a gorgeous wife, three beautiful children, an amazing dog, a wonderful family, and a great career that I loved. 

gratitude changes everything

After the dog park and getting some lunch on the way home, it was time for the big surprise tonight.

"I'm driving and put this one," She ordered, handing me a red blindfold before putting the kids in the car. 

I got in the passenger's seat and put on the blindfold. 

During the car ride, we sang to every song on the road playlist, laughing as each song held a different type of memory. 

When we arrived at whatever the hell we were, Y/N told me to stay in the car. 

While she got the kids out of the car, not wanting to take me inside before checking everything was ready. 

A few minutes went by, she came back and guided me out of the car to the entrance of a house.

"Okay, you ready babe?" She asked as we came to a stop. 

"I was born ready, sweetheart!" I smiled happily as she giggled, taking the blindfold off.

The room was dark for a second till the lights were turned on. All of my family and friends jumping up all at once, letting out an echoing 

"SURPRISE!". A huge smile grew on my face as I took in the scene before me.

I scanned the room, took in all of the decorations that were placed around as everyone crowded around me, giving lots of hugs and birthday wishes. 

After greeting everyone and chatting with them a little bit. I caught a glance at Y/N’s who was recording my reaction. 

She made her way towards me with a bright smile and I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze before letting go.

"Thank you so much, baby. This is so sweet and thoughtful." I said, looking down at her moving my arms down her waist.

"Anything for you, Chris. Now let's have some fun, birthday boy!" Y/N says with a smile. I smiled back and gave her a small peck on the lips before the party began.

YOU

Chris's birthday party went on for a couple of hours with a lot of laughter, love, dancing, and good conversation in a cheerful atmosphere. 

And After Chris had received lots of love from all of us and plenty of presents. 

It was time to sing happy birthday, the lights turned off once again and someone stepped out with a beautifully designed cake that had a lot of white candles. 

Everyone started to sing, sync and cheer once Chris made a wish and blew out the candles.

After eating cake and conversing some more, it was time to call it a night. 

You, Chris and Scott pitched in to help his mom clean up as everyone left, saying they'd see us very soon.

Heading out now since Mrs. Evans said you should get the kids home because they were all sleeping on the couch. 

Once you got home and got the kids bathed, in their PJs and the bed. You and Chris went to take a shower together and had a little special time in the shower. 

You and him couldn't get enough of each other, especially at the party, there was a lot of touching and smooching here and there.

"You like that, baby?" Chris asked as your nails scratched down his back as he continued to go faster and deeper.

"Yes, Chris. Oh, fuck right there. I'm so close, babe!" You said whimpering, trying your best to keep a grip on his shoulders. 

And re-secure your legs around his waist as he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.

"Me too, beautiful!" Chris says, low and gravelly, pulling you into a kiss. Almost audible over the slap of wet skin and the water all around you both.

"CHRIS!!" You moaned into the kiss, coming hard and needy. Chris quickly followed after a few more thrusts, spilling inside of you. 

As you still clung to him, hips eventually slowed before pulling away and setting you down on shaky legs.

When you both finished cleaning ourselves in the shower. 

You and Chris stepped out, dried each other off, and now you both were dressed and cuddling in the bed.

"Thanks again. This was the best birthday ever, babe. I love you" Chris whispered in your ear, kissing the top of your head. 

He began trailing his fingers up and down your spine which brought a smile on your face.

"You're welcome, baby. I love you too and I'm happy you had a great day." You said softly, moving up to gently kiss him.

You pulled away, beaming ear to ear gracefully into Chris's chest, glad that everything went great and that your hubby had a great 40th birthday.

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[megalony]

Hostage

I know I’ve not posted in a while, it’s taken me some time to get my writing inspiration back thank you all for sticking with me. This is my first Dominic (Sonny) Carisi imagine from Law and Order SVU, I hope you all will enjoy it and any feedback is much appreciated.

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Masterlist

Summary: Sonny has to try his best and remain calm when someone he is chasing ends up holding his wife and child hostage in the street.

Enjoy.

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"Come on baby, let's go get daddy's cake, shall we?" A soft creased smile formed on (Y/n)'s face as she looked down into the navy blue pram she was pushing. Cooing at the three-month-old staring back up at her with big doe eyes that resembled Sonny perfectly.

It was Sonny's birthday tomorrow and (Y/n) needed to go and fetch his surprise cake now whilst he was out at work, just like she had gone out yesterday to get the rest of the decorations. She and his friends and a few friends from his work at SVU were throwing him a surprise party that he both needed and deserved and (Y/n) wanted it to be as perfect as she could make it. Although (Y/n) knew that nothing she could get him this year would ever top the present and reaction she got last year.

Last year she had given him a wrapped up positive pregnancy test as his main gift and his reaction was the best thing (Y/n) had ever seen. Nothing was ever going to top that memory that she cherished.

Reaching into the pram, (Y/n) gently waved her hand in front of Ella until the little girl took hold of her finger, trying to pull it into her mouth to chew on with a wide grin on her face. The bubbling giggle that left her lips made (Y/n)'s heart soar but also made a desperate yearning feeling flood her chest. Yearning for Sonny to come home to them, seeing him interact with their girl was what (Y/n) lived for.

Leaning back to her proper height, (Y/n) crossed the road, working on autopilot as she knew exactly which shop she was going to that was only a twenty minute walk from her and Sonny's apartment. She saw no need to drive on a beautiful day like this.

(Y/n) pressed her lips together, making popping noises to make Ella giggle and look at her in a sort of wonder like the noise was the most weirdest thing in the world.

As (Y/n) focused on her little girl in the pram, everything else around her always faded away and noises drifted into the background, leaving her ears. So the sound of the door opening just in front of her on her right made no impact on her whatsoever, nor did the sound of someone rushing out of the door and flying down the steps leading to the walkway.

But she came flooding back to her senses very abruptly when the man stumbled from the steps, turning a very sharp left and crashed into the front of the pram even though (Y/n) had automatically veered to the left to be out of the way.

"What the Hell?!" (Y/n) almost shouted, her hands turning into iron rods around the handle to make sure the pram stopped rocking and didn't move away from her.

"Fuck off!" Was the response she got from the rather scrubby, frustrated man who spared her no more words or looks. His eyes bore into her own with a malicious look (Y/n) didn't often come across as he pushed himself off the pram and ran right past her.

No frantic 'sorry' or 'is the baby okay' or even a sympathetic look, just a few rude choice of words and off he went.

Who the Hell did he think he was? He barged into her, he wasn't looking and he could have easily of knocked (Y/n) or the pram over and hurt Ella.

"Shh, hey shh baby it's okay."

Turning her head back to the pram, (Y/n) managed to uncurl her stiff fingers from the handle, convincing herself the pram and Ella were safe enough for her to finally release her hold. Her arms instinctively reached out to comfort her crying baby who was shook up and clearly afraid after having the pram rattled like a bird cage and her petite frame knocked from side to side.

Wit a sigh, (Y/n) brushed her hand over the side of Ella's ruby red cheek, trying to lessen her cries before she picked her up. But just as her hands delicately curled around Ella's frame to pick her up, she stopped short when she heard more footsteps.

Had someone witnessed the lunatic run into her and decided to go give chase? Was someone coming out the same house in order to apologise and check she and Ella were okay?

Looking up from her distressed baby, (Y/n) saw another man probably in his early twenties in worn leather clothes and a manic but somehow twisted look on his face. He didn't look like he was here to help her or even like he had seen what had happened so (Y/n) was going to pay him no mind except for the fact that their eyes locked and a dangerous glimmer seemed to spark in his dark pupils. It was like something had clicked in his mind, like he remembered her from somewhere or remembered something he just had to tell someone which was going to be her.

For a moment (Y/n) froze, her arms were wrapped around Ella who she had just lifted from the pram but froze in mid-air. She didn't know what to do or how to make herself move. If she ran with Ella he might chase her because he knew he had intimidated her, but if she didn't move quick and he was some kind of mad man or weirdo, he could catch her.

She watched as the man came down the same steps as the previous man had but instead of running past her, the man suddenly bolted for her.

A sound resembling both a scream and a strangled intake of breath left (Y/n)'s lips when the stranger's right arm deadlocked around her neck and his other hand dug deeply into her hair. Scrunching up her locks between his fingers to the point his nails were scratching against her roots. (Y/n) couldn't breathe for a few dreaded seconds, wondering why he had suddenly chosen to attack her of all people and what his motive was.

She didn't know this man, she'd never seen him before in her life. She had made no enemies in her lifetime and even Sonny had no enemies which was a surprise considering his line of work. No one would be targeting (Y/n) so this had to be a chance occurrence.

He had seen her and chosen to use her to his advantage, whatever that meant.

(Y/n)'s lungs still couldn't work out how to function when the man started to shuffle backwards, trying his best to run whilst also dragging (Y/n) and scraping her heels against the pavement.

Alarm bells started to ring and rage in the back of (Y/n)'s mind as she held a screaming Ella to her chest like she was trying to smother her cries to save them both. Her arms deadlocked around the three-month-old but she didn't know what to do. She had to protect her baby.

"N-no! My b-b... baby, p-please!" (Y/n) choked the words through gritted teeth but her lungs were still underworking and the arm around her neck was adding too much pressure for her to be able to breathe properly.

It was all (Y/n) could do to scream and beg in her mind that someone heard and would come to her rescue. But her attacker only managed to drag her about five feet from where she left the pram and doorstep before people started to come flocking out of the house he had ran from.

Sonny.

Her Sonny, there he was, bolting out of the house with Finn and Olivia in tow behind him.

"Perps are getting away, come on!" Carisi bolted past the door, pushing it so it stayed open behind him for Finn and Olivia to follow suit. The two men they had been trying to arrest for the past week and had finally found and gained evidence on were fleeing the scene. They had to get them or they had no case at all and no one to prosecute.

Just as Carisi got down the steps he started to slow. He recognised that pram, it was the same as the one he bought four months ago ready for when Ella was to be born.

Lifting his eyes to look around the street, Carisi nearly choked on his own breath when he realised that it was Ella's pram because right there, just six feet in front of him, were his girls. His wife and daughter were there with a known rapist and killer with his arm around (Y/n)'s neck and his hand tangled in her hair pulling her to the point he was going to break her neck.

Carisi was torn.

He didn't want to say anything that would let the perp know that his hostages were actually Carisi's family. That would put them in more danger and make them more valuable hostages, he could possibly try and take them away so he could arrange a ransom. Or he could just do it to hurt and impose pain onto Carisi because he was an officer working against him.

But on the other hand the anger bubbling inside of him made him want to scream at Ronnie to get off his wife and baby. He wanted to go over there and snatch his girls back into his own arms and get them as far away from here as possible. He wanted to make Ronnie suffer for even daring to try and take his wife and baby as hostages. Carisi couldn't have anything happening to his family, they were the best and most valuable things in the world.

"Ronnie let them go!"

If anything happened to his baby girl he would lose all control and his well-mannered temper would be gone for good.

Snapping his gun from his holster on his right hip, Carisi held it with both hands and aimed it right at Ronnie with his eyes blazing with fire and uncontrolled anger.

He could see the fear in his wife's eyes and the way her arms were shaking to the point it looked like she was about to drop Ella except for how they were deadlocked around her baby. The sound of Ella's cries rattled right through Carisi to his core and made him want to scream. His baby was screaming and crying at the top of her lungs for help, she wanted her dad to come and save her and for her mum to calm down and for the danger to be over. And right now Carisi didn't know what he could do to help his girls.

"Come on now, we don't need to bring innocent people into this, let her and the child go and we can sort this out." Olivia tried to take a few steps closer, moving so she was closer to Carisi with her eyes drifting over to try and see what was going through his head.

This was too close to home and she didn't want him losing his control or composure over this even though he had every right to.

"Get back or I shoot!"

A shiver ran down (Y/n)'s spine when she suddenly felt the man's hand let go of her hair and within a split second, the circular end of a gun was pressing uncomfortably hard into the side of her head. Her body started to tremble and she was sure her legs were about to give way and let her crumple to the floor if it wasn't for the baby cradled close to her chest.

A choked sound left (Y/n)'s lips as her eyes locked on Sonny. She knew that he was hanging on the edge of reason and one little thing was going to make him lose his temper and snap. She also knew she couldn't say his name no matter how hard he tried because knowing she was related to an officer would make this guy more sure about hurting and scaring her. But she wanted to cry out for her husband so badly.

"No, no now we don't want to do that. There's no need to bring them into this just let them go and we can talk. Come on, leave them alone before this gets too serious."

(Y/n) closed her eyes for a few seconds, trying to clear her eyes of tears so she could see properly and compose herself. With the small amount of energy she had, she slowly tried to move Ella in her arms, carefully moving her up and down against her chest to try and calm her down but she knew it was going to do very little. She could feel Ella screaming into her chest, the little girl's tears and drool soaking into (Y/n)'s jumper which only made (Y/n) want to cry harder.

"No, I think I'm safer if they stay with me. Now put the guns down and back away or this will get messy."

As soon as the gun moved from her temple (Y/n) breathed in bittersweet relief until it suddenly moved to press against the side of Ella's head.

(Y/n) couldn't help the guttural sob that escaped her chapped lips as her eyes focused on Sonny and her head started to shake. He had to do something, he had to shoot the man behind her lest he try and shoot Ella. They couldn't let anything happen to Ella, she was a baby, she was only three months old.

"No- no, n-not my baby! No..." (Y/n)'s words came out more of a broken plea than a statement or demand or a threat. She tried clutching Ella closer to her chest and turning her body to the left to aim away from the gun but the man stopped her. He tightened his arm around her neck and pushed the barrel harder against Ella's head until the newborn started howling.

"Stop! Stop, weapons down everyone! See, no guns Ronnie. Let her give me the baby, let me take the baby!" Carisi bent down and threw his gun on the pavement a few metres away from him, ordering Olivia and Finn to do the same.

They needed to get Ella now and they couldn't threaten Ronnie with guns lest he try and shoot.

Carisi took a few brave, quick steps forward with his arms stretched out in front of him to try and reach for Ella. His eyes locked on (Y/n) to try and silently tell her that it was okay but when she stretched her arms out in front of her, Ronnie pulled her back.

"No!"

"Ronnie, look at me, how about you let her put the baby down. Let her set her down on the pavement near Carisi and take a few steps away."

"Come on she's a baby and she's frightened, this isn't fair." Carisi was pleading, he would trade places with (Y/n) and Ella now if it would secure his girl's and make sure they would be okay. He had to have them safe and sound no matter what would happen to him and damn all the consequences.

(Y/n) didn't wait for her captor to agree, she pulled her frame forward as much as she could until she couldn't breathe nor move without striking pain. But Ronnie seemed to get the message for he suddenly released his arm from around (Y/n)'s neck and moved the gun so it was forcefully pushed against the back of (Y/n)'s head.

The moment (Y/n)'s arms were free of Ella she felt like collapsing on the floor in a heap. She didn't want to let her go because it didn't feel safe but at the same time, she knew that Sonny was just about to come and grab her and keep her safe.

(Y/n) gritted her teeth and bared the striking pain from Ronnie grabbing her by the hair and dragging her away from her baby. Her eyes watched her husband intently as he bolted forward until he was next to Ella.

Without skipping a beat Carisi bent down on one knee and very carefully scooped Ella up into his arms, holding his baby girl as close to his chest as he could manage without making it too obvious that he was her father. He resisted the temptation to kiss her forehead and settled on feeling her nuzzling and crying into his chest, shaking from fright.

"Hey sweetheart, shh I've got you. Ooh okay, okay."

Carisi murmured the words quietly to Ella before he nodded his head at (Y/n) that he had her safe and sound and to say that she was okay before he turned on his heels and moved. He didn't want to part with her when he reached Olivia but he knew he had to get back to (Y/n).

"Come here." Olivia whispered, taking the little girl from Carisi and moving over to the pram, knowing she had to stay and keep watch over the little girl but she didn't want to leave this to Carisi.

"Ronnie, hey look at me. Let her go too, there's no need to have her as a hostage. If you let her go then you won't be charged with this, we'll forget all about it."

It was clear to everyone that Carisi was losing the little patience he had left. His daughter was shaken up and crying out for him, his wife was stood in front of him, tears staining her cheeks and fear in her eyes. There was no need for his girls to suffer anymore than this and if this carried on for much longer he was going to break and make a run for Ronnie whether it was the right thing to do or not.

"Why would I do that when the bitch has seen me? She'll press charges... no, no she's not going anywhere." Looking about him, Ronnie was clearly trying to work out how he could possibly get away with an unwilling hostage. Dragging her away would get more attention drawn to them and would make him ten times slower. There was no way he would get away with it and if he let her go the police were only going to give chase until they got him.

"I- I don't know you, this has n-nothing to do with me." (Y/n) croaked, trying to stop her voice from getting too high pitch from the panic swelling inside of her.

"Ronnie, she doesn't know you or why we're after you, why would she prosecute if you let her and her baby go unharmed? I think she would rather be safe with her child than trouble herself trying to get you three months added onto your sentence."

Carisi couldn't keep doing this.

He couldn't take much more of trying to bargain for the safety of his wife, at this point if Ronnie let her go and scarpered he wouldn't care in the slightest. He would just be relieved to have (Y/n) in his arms and out of harms way, it was bad enough that (Y/n) simply going about her normal day had brought her into Carisi's work in the worst way possible.

"No. Come on, it's time to leave now."

A feeling of terror shot through (Y/n)'s stomach and swirled around in her lungs to the point she couldn't breathe. Tears blurred her vision as Ronnie started to drag her backwards, manhandling her until she was stumbling at his side so he could drag her quicker.

"No- Sonny! Sonny-"

Digging her heels into the ground, (Y/n) tried to pull herself to a stop and slip her frame from under Ronnie's arm. She had to get back to Sonny, she couldn't be dragged away from him and Ella.

Turning her head, (Y/n) locked eyes with Sonny the moment she felt Ronnie's arms disappear from her frame. But just as she stumbled back towards Sonny, a scream left her lips when a striking pain seared through the left side of her head.

Sonny's frame jumped and Ronnie's name automatically flew from his lips when he watched the perp strike his gun against the side of (Y/n)'s head causing a shrill scream to bolt through everyone's ears. Uncontrolled rage soared through Sonny as he watched (Y/n)'s body stutter before falling to the ground like paper in the wind.

As fast as he was, Sonny couldn't reach (Y/n) before Ronnie did.

Ronnie seemed torn between wanting to get (Y/n) on her feet and cart her away and wanting to beat the hell out of her for trying to get away and ruin his escape plan. He leaned over (Y/n)'s frame and grabbed her by the scruff of her coat to pull her upper half up off the ground. But when he saw that she was awake but wasn't going to comply, he lifted his hand before smashing the gun down harshly against her cheekbone.

His fingers shook as he fumbled to aim the gun at (Y/n)'s temple but he had no chance to shoot before Sonny was screaming in his ears. The moment Sonny was within reach he grabbed Ronnie wherever he could and dived onto him, pushing his frame away from (Y/n) and onto the ground.

He could hear both Olivia and Finn shouting his name, desperately wanting him to keep his composure but they knew it was no good.

He fought until the gun was out of Ronnie's hands and thrown across the street before pinning him down on the ground on his back. Defenceless, Ronnie was a target for Sonny's anger and pure outrage as his fists curled and pummelled into the perps face, nose and chest.

Wherever he could harm him, Sonny did.

"You little bastard! You nearly... fucking... killed them!" Sonny spat the words between punches, letting out a sound of frustration when Finn's hands were grabbing at him.

He needed to hurt Ronnie harder, to punch and scare him and make him sorry for even daring to take a hostage who happened to be his wife and daughter. They had suffered and he had hurt (Y/n), that was unacceptable to Sonny.

"Carisi! Carisi stop, let him go- that's enough man, let him go! We got him."

Sonny waited a few seconds, making sure the handcuffs were firmly around Ronnie's wrists before he shuffled over to where (Y/n) was.

If he had been only a few seconds later, there would have been a bullet in her head. Saying nothing, he cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands as gently as he could manage, grazing his thumb over the cut to her cheek that was already starting to bruise and swell. And there was a slow trickle of blood falling down the side of her head where there was a cut in the beginning of her hairline.

"Sweetheart, hey, it's me you're okay." He pressed a longing kiss to her forehead before he moved his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her as close as he could manage to convince himself that she actually was okay.

(Y/n) couldn't stop the tears that started to stream down her face. She always told herself that if a situation anything like this happened to her she would try and be calm and collected. That she would try and negotiate or even that she would kick and punch until she got away. But threatening Ella took away every ounce of confidence she had felt and seeing Sonny only made her want him to come and grab her and get her away safely. He knew what he was doing and she didn't care if she cried, she had wanted him to help her rather than her fighting her way out.

She pushed her body into his frame, nuzzling her face into his chest as much as she could with the bullet-proof vest strapped to his frame. She could feel his harsh breathing fanning against the top of her head and his lips pressing to her head. His tense arms were very tight but comforting and reassuring around her and his hands were making slow motions around her arms and back.

When he started to sway them side to side was when (Y/n) broke and a guttural sob left her lips.

"Shh, oh sweetheart." Sonny slowly carded his fingers through her hair, trying to calm down the simmering rage he was still feeling and the way his heart was pounding against his ribs like he was about to have a heart attack.

His eyes locked on Finn when he came over and crouched down beside them.

"There's an ambulance here, can we let the EMI's take a look at you?" His voice was soft, it was a voice (Y/n) knew to be like Sonny's, a victim voice to make them feel understood and calm.

"Sonny..." It was clear in (Y/n)'s voice that she was asking for him to go with her, she didn't want to be even three feet away from him.

"Sweetheart I'll get Ella and be right there with you, I promise."

He pressed a lasting kiss to her forehead before slowly moving so he was crouching instead of kneeling on the hard pavement. His arms stayed around (Y/n) as he carefully pulled her up to her feet, waiting a few seconds to see if she was steady enough on her feet to move. His head tipped down to look at (Y/n), waiting as she tried to move towards the ambulance she hadn't noticed had pulled up but her legs had well and truly turned to jelly. There was no more blood circulating to them, no bones left to hold her up and no energy to make them move.

"Wow, wow, doll let's sit you down." Sonny's arms moved to grab her waist, hazardly pulling her into his chest so she didn't have a harsh landing onto the pavement. He bent back down, slowly lowering (Y/n) down until she was sat on the curb, motioning for the EMI's to come over to them.

When Finn moved to help (Y/n) stay sitting up, Sonny kissed her temple again before he slowly walked over to Olivia. His eyes drifting back every few seconds to make sure (Y/n) was getting checked over.

"She's shaken, but she's fine." Olivia's words clearly went over his head and she could see that, watching Sonny immediately reach into the pram and pick up his baby girl. He cradled her to his chest, sighing internally at the feeling of having her in his arms, safe and sound. To feel her wriggling against his chest, nuzzling her face into his neck like she was giving him little kisses with her hands batting against his chest to let him know she was there and awake.

Olivia watched silently for a moment or two, seeing the way Carisi slowly turned his frame from side to side, bending his knees every now and then to move Ella against his chest and keep her calm. Olivia knew he was calming back down and she knew that if it were Noah in the firing line she would probably have done something along the same lines to keep her son safe.

"You know he's going to try and get out of this by suing for police brutality?" The way Carisi's head snapped towards her and his eyes briefly blazed with furious emotion made Olivia wish she hadn't spoken. But he needed to know this wasn't going to play out very smoothly.

"We have evidence against him that we obtained before he took (Y/n) hostage. He had a chance but he hurt her, what was I supposed to do? He held a fucking gun to my baby's head, if it was Noah what would you have done?"

"Carisi, calm down. I know and that evidence stands but he can try for a miss-trial-"

"He beat (Y/n) across the head and aimed to shoot her, I won't apologise for punching the little bastard and no judge would rule a miss-trial with the evidence and testimony's we have."

"Alright, you go with (Y/n) to the hospital, make sure she's alright and take a week off. If we need a statement or anything from you I'll let you know, go look after them both."

With a deep breath, Sonny nodded, focusing his gaze back down to his little girl before he moved to go to (Y/n).

He had Ella in his arms and (Y/n) safe and sound by his side, nothing was going to happen to him and he would make sure nothing else ever threatened them again. He didn't care if he lost his badge for what he did to Ronnie, he threatened his girls and no one got away with that.

[mcyt-imagines]

hi! love your writing! could you possibly do dating headcannons for technoblade?! possibly including some kissing/cuddling :)

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’m finally on break so I’ll be posting a little more frequently for now! Also I got very carried away with this one,,,, um,,, it’s almost 4,000 words long,,, can you tell Techno is my comfort streamer?? And gender-neutral pronouns as usual! (Edit: This is C!Techno btw, didn’t think I needed to point that out seeing as we all know the actual streamer is not a bloodthirsty half-piglin man but I just got an angry anon in my ask box, so I’m specifying.))

Dating C!Technoblade HCs

Techno being half piglin shares their obsession with gold, and in turn, likes to gift you gold as often as he can. Usually, in the form of jewellery that matches his own, he even gifts you a ‘friendship’ emerald, embedded in a choker you wear most days. And of course, if you ask for it, he makes sure to acquire a crown for you to match his own. As a man who forges his own weapons, he is aware of the process of smelting and sure, he could make the jewellery himself but he’s not very crafty with his hands. Dealing with the small potion vials he uses to brew is difficult enough for his large hands, let alone something as finicky and delicate as jewellery. But when he’d asked you to make your relationship ‘official’ per se, he did persevere and make a ring for you, he ended up making several and scrapping too many he didn’t think were good enough. This continued until Phil had to intervene telling him that if he wasn’t gonna hurry up and ask you he was gonna do it for him, mortified at the thought Techno buckled down and despite the ring’s faults, which were only obvious to him, he gave it to you. You adored it of course, and then he told you he had made it, and it only made you love it more. Techno had underestimated how he would feel when he finally saw you wearing it, he almost killed Phil. The two had been sparring outside in the snow when you had come riding up from the nearby forest, the ring on your finger glinting against the early morning sun and stunning him. Him blindly thrusting his sword forward, head completely turned to you as you approached. Only turning away when he noticed your horrified expression. Thankfully Phil was fine, but you were banned from flashing anything too shiny whenever you came to visit. Techno never heard the end of it from Phil and yourself, however, teasing him for it whenever you had the time.

Techno is a man of few words, for the most part. His love language leans closer to physical touch and acts of service. This man craves your touch, you can hold him so gently in your small hands and he can hardly describe the feeling that washes over him. He wonders if he feels contentment, or if he just feels whole for once. The latter terrifies him because he has no idea what he’s going to do if he ever loses you. That’s a lie. He knows what will happen. The voices will finally win, and it’ll be over. He’ll be lost in the consciousness of a mind that was never truly his own, to begin with. But when you hold him he forgets about all of it, his mind feels clear and quiet. Even if it's just for a few minutes he cherishes those moments, holding you tightly to his chest and simply letting himself breathe. You are his rock, undoubtedly. And now that he’s lived without you for so long, he never intends on letting you go.

Techno’s favourite way to cuddle with you is when you’re both lying on the couch, you draped over him, head on his chest. Sometimes he’ll read to you and sometimes you’ll lie with him for hours, begging him to take a break for once. Even Phil can’t pull him away from his work on his worst days, but you never fail to tempt him with warm cuddles by the fire. Another one of his favourites has to be when every blue moon you wake up before him, he’s quite a light sleeper so once you stir, he’ll wake too. But if you manage to remain undetected and get downstairs he will groggily trudge down the ladder, shirtless and hair an absolute tangled mess. Without a word he will simply wrap his arms around you, pulling your back tightly against his chest and nuzzle his face into your neck all whilst grumbling that you left him alone to wake up. You will always giggle and apologise with soft kisses and a steaming cup of coffee, of course, he begrudgingly forgives you. Those slow morning cuddles as you cook are some of his favourites. When you desperately try to scoot around the small kitchen to stop the eggs from burning and he merely holds you tighter, strength easily holding you back as you whine out complaints as he chuckles against your neck.

Techno is such a sucker for you whenever you kiss his scars. He has a few on his hands that you will always target if you ever feel if he is getting quiet or distant. Your lips on his skin always pull his spiralling thoughts back to the present, back to you. Whenever he starts to feel less than human you practically drag the man to your shared bedroom to remind him of how human he is. Sometimes Techno will tell you the tales behind the scars you pay particular attention to, others he won’t, you focus on those the most. Doing your best to lighten the dark clouds that plague him on his worst days.

Techno isn’t one for a lot of PDA, content to hold your hand and occasionally kiss your forehead. However, if he ever feels threatened by any of the other members of the SMP he is likely to hold you close and glare down anyone who dares look your way. But Techno isn’t intimidated by anyone at the moment, meaning he has no reason to act particularly possessive whilst you’re out. This man adores your hands, he loves watching how small they look in his own. He’ll kiss along your knuckles, especially if you’re wearing the ring he gave you, he’ll murmur a soft, ‘Looking gorgeous your majesty.’ Just to watch the way you smile brightly at him when he does, almost always leaning forward to meet his lips with your own.

Techno is plagued by the memories of his past, the voices a constant reminder of this. He can handle them during the day, but it’s at night when he’s most vulnerable to them. The first time Techno wakes from a night terror you are practically thrown out of the bed as he violently jerks around. Which instantly sets you on alert, Techno sleeps like a rock usually. It’s only when you manage to stand up that you can see him, his body is caked in sweat, strands of his long hair sticking to his skin, the sheets are even damp from it. ‘Techno.’ You try to wake him, knowing he’s a light sleeper. But that doesn’t work. Eventually, you cautiously climb back into bed, tenderly holding his face in your hands, noticing tears slipping down his cheeks as he practically trembles. ‘Techno.’ You call his name again, nothing. ‘Techno!’ He shoots up, sending you flying backwards again in case he threw a punch with him. His eyes are wide, pupils blown out. You’ve never seen him look so terrified before, he scans the room, eyes darting every which way until his eyes finally land on you. ‘A-Are you okay?’ You probe, the tears start again, but they are silent and run quick down his cheeks. His breathing is shallow and quick as his eyes seem to lose focus, looking straight through you. You move closer to him, ‘Hey, hey.’ You coo, unsure what the hell is going on because of course, Techno wasn’t going to tell you he has night terrors. You take his face in your hands again, wiping at the tears on his skin. ‘Techno you’re safe, you’re okay.’ You speak clearly before he pulls you closer, shoving his face into your chest, his arms tight around your middle. You wrap your arms around him as best you can, repeating comforting phrases until his grip loosens, and eventually, he pulls you back down to lie with him. You don’t ask him about it until he mentions it the next morning over breakfast. You hold him close as he talks, face emotionless and eyes blank, trying to distance himself from the events even as he retells them. You deserve to know the atrocious things he’s done. And yet you still choose to stay. Even after everything he tells you, you don’t budge from his side. That speaks louder to Techno than any confession of your undying love could.

Techno is a wanted individual and just by interacting with him, you’re put in danger. But being his partner doubles that danger by tenfold. His enemies will see you as his weakness and desire to use you against him. So, he takes it upon himself to train you, he knows the last thing you want to do is be the cause for his capture or untimely death. As much as Technoblade claims he never dies, if it were your life or his he would not hesitate to sacrifice himself for you. This terrifies you beyond belief of course, so you agree to let him train you. No matter if you already are somewhat skilled Techno’s paranoia surrounding your safety will always encourage him to push your skills further. Most early mornings the two of you spend together, sparring for hours until the sun is high in the sky or until you grow too exhausted to continue. Which in the early days, was often. But there comes a day when you finally best him. He doesn’t remember if he was going easy on you or was distracted by his surroundings, scanning the perimeter. He only remembers the moment you knocked him down onto his back, you look down at him panting with such a shocked expression. Techno looks up to you and holds out an arm, you take it ready to pull him back up only for him to pull you down with him. Techno holds you tight to his chest, the sun warm on both of your faces as it reflects upon the surrounding snow. Neither of you speak but you both understand what this means, you’re ready.

Techno isn’t one for grand gestures to prove his love to you. The man is dramatic, sure. But he finds himself yearning for simplicity, and you provide it. He doesn’t tell you he loves you very often, he is a man of few words, you’ve always known this so you never expected it. However, his actions scream it to you. Countless times you have mentioned small complaints about little things in your life and Techno takes them on as if the draft in your window had a personal vendetta against him. As if it had threatened your very life. You’d never seen a man fix a window frame so aggressively before. It was funnier to watch than you’d admit to him if given the chance. On one particular occasion, you mentioned his absence from the cabin, his explanation of the importance of the Syndicate and the new room Phil and himself had constructed. You understood and didn’t mention it again, not thinking anything of it but a necessary and temporary inconvenience. Only for Phil and Techno to be set up at the kitchen table when you came downstairs the next morning, the table covered in tattered books and coffee spill-stained scrolls. You were confused for a moment, spotting the Syndicate plans, codenames, etc sprawled out in Phil’s chicken scratch. Until it clicked. Hauling all of the stuff up from the Syndicate room had been a bit of a pain but the way your eyes lit up in realisation was more than enough for Techno to know it was the right choice.  

This man cannot keep a secret from you. Most may think he isn’t very talkative, but you can hardly get him to shut up sometimes. Not that you’d ever want him to, eager to listen to whatever he has to say. He will always come to you when he feels he needs advice, knowing you will offer a fresh perspective that may give him the breakthrough he needs to make an informed decision. You are his rock and he never wants you to forget that. He may be more talkative with you but that doesn’t stop him from being a fantastic listener. Sometimes he can get zoned out when the voices become too much. In the beginning, you found it difficult to tell when he wasn’t able to listen, but after being around him for so long you’ve got a better knack for it. And sometimes you can’t and you keep talking, he’ll just silently press a hand to whatever part of you is easiest to reach. And that usually gets the message across. Sometimes you can pull him out of his own head, and other times you can’t. So you just sit with him in comfortable silence, usually, you’ll place your smaller hand in his and lean into him. The two of you have fallen asleep countless times like that.

However, sometimes the fact he can’t keep a secret from you leads to some comical miscommunication neither of the two of you foresaw. Phil, Techno and Ranboo had left for around a week in search of a new woodland mansion to raid, following one of Ranboo’s countless maps. Upon their return, Techno seemed visibly, off. He wasn’t being distant or getting lost in his own head, it was more as if he were actively avoiding you. Which was something very un-Techno. What made your worry increase tenfold was when you asked Phil if he had noticed any kind of difference the blonde merely shook his head. “He seems normal to me, mate.” Because there’s no way Phil didn’t notice Techno’s change in behaviour, which means they’re both hiding something from you. Knowing the two men quite well, you knew they wouldn’t break. But Ranboo would. So with your head held high, you sought out to find the boy, only to find out he was staying in Snowchester for the time being but would be returning in the morning. That night thoughts of self-doubt plagued you, wondering if it was something you had said or done that made Techno act strangely. But just as the moon was reaching its zenith, Techno came into your shared bedroom. He beckoned for you to follow him, after putting on some snow appropriate outerwear the two of you were on the back of Carl headed towards the forest’s tree line that faced the cabin. You asked Techno where you were going his only response, “It’s a surprise.” And to say your heart soared would be a slight understatement when the two of you finally reached the forest clearing. A small candlelit dinner for two inside of a dark oak gazebo. One that looked as if it had only been finished recently, the veneer on the wood still in impeccable condition as Techno led you over to it. You were truly floored by this display, stars illuminated in your bright eyes. “Phil and Ranboo helped. We brainstormed on our way back from the woodland mansion. And I, I knew I’d spill the secret the moment you asked. Sorry.” His apology and explanation are curt, much like the man himself.  You hold him tight then, arms wrapped around him for as long as he’ll let you. He chuckles after a while, “C’mon, the food’s getting cold.” He pulls away after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, pulling your chair out for you because Phil told him to. The blush you provide lets him know he should do it more often. As the two of you begin to finish your food you hear the soft strumming of a guitar and an equally soft voice to match. Floating atop one of the branches in a nearby tree, as if he were trying to sit on it, is Ghostbur. He sends a small and quick wave when you spot him before his hand drops back down to his guitar. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops for this, huh?” You look back to Techno to find him now stood up, offering his hand to you. “For you. Anything.” You take his hand and he leads you into the middle of the gazebo with a grace you always knew he had. Ghostbur continues to serenade, the two of you dancing in your own private world until the moon was low on the horizon once again.

Whenever Techno leaves to go and fight he knows you worry about him. You do not doubt his skills but his luck is bound to run out eventually. Skill and resources only account for so much of the outcome, luck and fate determine the rest. Techno worries when he leaves to fight as well. He worries about what will happen if he ever loses. When his enemies will come for you, his past now liable to catch up with you as well as himself. He can’t have that happen. That’s why he keeps fighting, he won’t stop until he knows that if he ever falls in battle you will be safe from his enemies past or present. When Techno eventually does get back from the battle, without fail you will swear up and down that he cannot keep doing this and that next time you’re going to leave him to bleed out in the snow on the porch. You never do. But some days Techno thinks you’d be better off if you did. But those are the kind of thoughts you happily kiss away with a soft smile and a few gently spoken words. You are always the one to patch him up when he’s injured, which isn’t often but you remain swift with sutures and bandages despite that. No matter how badly he’s been injured you will always hold him so reverently, with such a gentle expression that it never fails to floor him. Most sessions in which you patch him up devolve into soft gasps and warm hands on your body to repay you for your ‘services’.  

Techno knew you were different from the moment he met you. He acknowledges how stupidly cliché that is, but it’s true. The constant chatter of the voices in his head drowned out the first time he saw you, even if it was just for a moment. They stuttered and stammered, just as he did. You floored them as much as you floored him. When you were with him, they would quieten. As if they wanted to concentrate on what you were saying as much as he did. Not even Phil made the voices act in such a way. Only you. Nowadays they only bother him on certain bad days that grow more and more infrequent the longer you are in his life. You drown them out in a way nothing else in his life ever has. He doesn’t know how he can ever repay you for that but vowing to be by your side for the rest of his life seems to be a good enough start for the two of you.

The first time Techno tells you he loves you is when you’re in battle together. Techno, Phil and yourself had decided to raid a woodland mansion, something all three of you had done before with no trouble. But upon arriving, everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. This led to the three of you becoming separated within the confines of the thick wooden walls. You were managing to keep a level head but fear was growing in the pit of your stomach. With every vindicator you took down another only seemed to replace it, leaving you tired and heaving for air. You were in good shape all things considered but you were getting tired and soon you would get careless, you needed to find Techno and Phil and get the hell out of here before things got worse. Your totem of undying tied tightly to your waist glints against the setting sun pouring through the large floor to ceiling windows as you charge past, enemies remain at your back as you plough forward heading for the set of stairs you know are here somewhere. As you spot the sacred stairs you hear a shout of pain followed by a deep snarl. You look over the stairs balcony to see Techno swarmed by a group of stubborn Vex. He looks exhausted. Bloodstains him, you’re unsure whether it’s his, the enemies, or a combination of the two. Techno fails to notice the Ravager charging towards him from behind, the axe raised high above its head. The half-piglin far too distracted by the Vex and the aiming of his crossbow at their stupid little bodies. It takes only a moment for you to vault over the second-floor railing and plummet towards the Ravager. You land on its shoulders and it stumbles, your hand shoots out to restrain its axe-wielding arm. The other hand desperately clawing at you as it grumbles and groans grow high pitched and panicked. Your legs wrap tightly around its throat until you hear a sickening pop and you fall to the ground along with the now very dead Ravager. You don’t manage to catch yourself, despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You let out a soft groan as a hand comes into view, Techno following it. You take his hand and he hauls you back up and onto your feet. Now that you’re closer to him you can tell that some of the blood staining his clothing is his, but you’re sure you mirror his look. He doesn’t let go of your hand now that you’re stood up and neither do you. You look up from your entwined hands to his face, he’s staring at you with an expression you can’t quite determine. “Tech-“ His lips plant firmly onto your own, swallowing your words instantly. He grips the small of your back, trying to pull you closer into him as if the two of you could fuse into one single being. When he finally pulls away to let you breathe your lungs are burning, soft gasps heaving in air. “I love you-” He mumbles the phrase repeatedly against your lips like a prayer, a mantra, only to capture your lips again before you can even respond to his confession in kind. Eventually, the two of you break apart long enough for you to be able to tell him you love him as well. You knew he loved you before that moment, but in reality, he finally realised how much he loved you. And for the first time, it didn’t scare him.

~Requests are still open! But it’s a little full so please be patient!~

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MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)

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Plus One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 3000ish

Summary: it’s baby time y’all!

Warnings: pregnancy complications, angst

Author’s Note: to those who have been waiting, I AM SO SORRY. I hope this will be worth it! Part 8? to Begin Again. Please feel free to yell at me in the comments if you feel so inclined.

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Conversation flowed in the dining room and kitchen of the Hotchner residence as the BAU team and family impatiently anticipated the forthcoming announcement.

“It’s a boy, has to be,” Morgan mused.

“No way. Definitely a girl,” JJ contradicts.

“As much as it pains me to say, I think I have to go with Morgan on this one,” Emily admits.

“Garcia?” JJ inquires, “What do you think?”

“I have to agree with Chocolate Thunder on this one, love,”

“Are you all taking his side?” JJ asks with indignation. “I’ll bet you $50 that it’s a girl!”

“Oh you’re on, sweetheart,” Morgan complies with a winning smile.

“I don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy,” says Reid, “but I do know that I wouldn’t bet against JJ.”

“Thanks, Spence,” JJ replies, patting him on the shoulder. “Emily, Rossi? You wanna get in on the action?”

“Oh I am so staying out of this,” Prentiss responds. “Count me out.”

“I’m in with Morgan for $50,” Rossi states.

“Alright, but you’re all gonna be sorry,” JJ says with a smirk.

Overhearing the lively discussion, you enter the room.

“Children, what’s going on here?” You interject, “Don’t make me break up a fight.”

“Y/N! Just the lady I wanted to see!” Exclaims JJ. “May I?” She asks, gesturing towards your growing baby bump.

“Sure, go ahead,” you reply. “Do I even want to know?”

“We’re taking bets on the sex of the baby,” she replies placing a gentle hand on your belly. “And I am so totally going to win!”

“You can’t possibly know that, JJ,” Morgan interrupts.

“Call me crazy if you want,” says JJ, “but a mother knows.”

“I suppose you’ll all find out soon enough,” Aaron cuts in, placing a strong arm around your back and pressing his lips to yours for a quick, tender kiss. “Shall we?”

With that, everyone makes their way to the backyard, where a large golden balloon awaits.

Picking it up from the ground, Aaron asks, “Everybody ready?”

He didn’t really have to ask. The answer was unanimous.

“YES!”

“Jack, would you like to do the honors?” you inquire, holding out a safety pin for him.

“Can I?” he asks hopefully.

“Of course you can buddy. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Dad and I will count you in, okay? On three.”

Together, you and Aaron slowly count, “One, two, THREE!”

A loud pop from the balloon momentarily startles the crowd and then..... a cloud of pink confetti floats to the ground.

“YES!” JJ shouts in her excitement. “PAY UP, LOSERS! We got a baby shower to plan!”

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Several weeks later found you strolling through the back door of Rossi’s home into the yard where you’d married the man of your dreams not so very long ago.

This time it’s decorated for a slightly different occasion. Pale pink lanterns and streamers adorn everything in sight. A picnic table covered with a pink flowered cloth looks like it might collapse at any moment beneath the weight of a mountain of gifts wrapped in pastel paper. Heart shaped balloons are tied to the corners of another table on top of which is a giant bowl of pink punch, more food than you thought possible, and a breathtaking cake, decorated with tiny pink roses.

A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you turn to see three beautiful, smiling faces. Women that you consider to be not only friends, but family at this point.

“Penny, Emily, JJ,” you say as your eyes begin to well up with tears, “This is too much! You shouldn’t have gone to this much trouble.”

“Oh this is the least we could have done for you, doll face,” Garcia interjects. “Nothing but the finest for my very best friend.”

“Don’t worry about it, my clean sweep at the gender reveal paid for most of this,” JJ jokes.

“You look absolutely radiant,” Emily adds, pulling you in for a hug.

“Where’s the boss man?” Penelope asks. “He’s coming isn’t he?”

“Oh yes” you reply. “He was helping Jack out of the car. He told me to come on in. He’s probably inside hanging out with boys for a minute.”

At that moment, you feel a pair of familiar arms encircling you, one across your chest and one just underneath your baby bump. A soft kiss on the cheek and he turns you around to face him. The tender look in his usually stern eyes melts you as he smiles and says,

“There’s my girls.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too, darling.”

“Alright love birds, it’s time to get this show on the road!” exclaims Morgan, coming through the door with both Henry and Jack in tow.

“Thanks for keeping the kids entertained, Derek,” you whisper. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mama. I’ve got it all under control,” he reassures with a wink.

“Should we be worried?” Aaron jokes under his breath.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Garcia offers, trailing off behind them.

Rossi and Reid bring up the tail end of the group, along with Jessica, Jack’s aunt, who had been previously supervising the kids.

“How are the parents-to-be feeling?” Rossi inquires.

“Overwhelmed, and so grateful,” you reply. “I know JJ said she covered most of it with her winnings, but I think we all know you pitched in too. And you’re a fantastic sport for letting the girls decorate your whole house pink.”

“Anything for some of my favorite people,” he replies patting you both on the shoulder.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Reid chimes in. “This baby’s really lucky to have such loving parents.”

“Reid, stop. You’re gonna make me cry,” you squeak out, pulling a tissue from your purse.

Just then, Jessica wraps an arm around both of you.

“Jess, you know you didn’t have to come,” Aaron says.

“Nonsense!” comes her reply. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As you go to sit so you can open presents, Morgan pulls out the chair for you, then pulls one out for Garcia as they settle in to watch the kids.

Maybe you were mistaken, but you could have sworn you saw a flirty look pass between them. A mischievous grin crosses your face. Perhaps you should do a bit of your own matchmaking.

“Jack!” you call. “Don’t you wanna help Mama open some of her presents?”

“Yeah! Can Henry help too?”

“What do you think JJ?” you ask.

“As long as it’s okay with you,” she agrees.

The kids ran up to help with their very important present duty. Jack retrieving smaller presents and helping rip the paper. Henry mostly just playing with the shiny bows. Thus leaving Morgan and Garcia free of responsibility.

When the last present had been opened, and the last game played, Aaron made his speech.

“Y/N and I just wanted to thank you all so much for being here today. We love each and every one of you like family, and we are truly grateful for all your love and support. We are truly blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives. Thank you again.”

As everyone was leaving, Penelope pulled you to the side.

“Did you call the kids over for help specifically to leave Derek and I alone together?”

“Penny, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” came your reply. “I’m just getting too big to be bending over to grab the presents and I thought it would be fun for the kids.”

“If you say so,” she says with a skeptical look.

As she walks away, Aaron whispers in your ear, “You are so wrong for that, you know?” with a playful shove of your shoulder.

“Oh they’re perfect for each other and everyone knows it. Besides, she played matchmaker for us and look what happened,” you reply, rubbing your belly.

“Okay, okay!” he surrenders with a grin. “You’re right. You’re always right. You win.”

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As the weeks crept by, your little family was not so patiently awaiting the arrival of its newest addition. Being pregnant and taking care of a 6 year old without your husband was extremely taxing, making the moments that you did have with him exceedingly special.

Moments like today. It was nothing exciting, just sitting on the couch, enjoying each other’s company, but sometimes that’s all you really need.

Seated across from each other, You can’t help but admire the sweet look on his face as he touches your belly.

“I still can’t believe we’re having a baby girl,” he mentions.

“Neither can I,” you agree. “She’s gonna be smart,” you state, resting your hand on top of Aaron’s. “A lawyer like her daddy.”

“She can be anything she wants,” he says, looking up with his smile revealing the stunning dimples that caught your eye on your very first date. “As long as she’s happy.”

“God I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you more, angel.”

But mom duty never stops.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “It’s almost time to pick up Jack from school and I haven’t even started dinner!”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” Aaron says. “I’ll take care of everything, you just relax.”

“But I,”

“Ssshhhhh,” he interrupts. “No buts. I will pick up Jack, I will get dinner. You deserve a break.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

“I do.”

He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours.

“I’ll be back soon.”

What felt like an eternity later, you hear the front door open and two distinct sets of footsteps.

“Mama!” Jack yelled, scrambling up into your lap for a hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, buddy,” you reassure, pulling him close to your chest.

“What’s for dinner, honey?” you ask?

A playful smirk forms on Aaron’s face, raising your suspicions.

“You’ll see. In the meantime, Jack how would you like to watch a movie with me and mom?”

You all settle on the sofa, Jack in Aaron’s lap and your head on your husband’s left shoulder. Just as you were drifting off to sleep near the end of the movie, a knock at the door startles you awake.

“Dinner’s here!” Aaron announces. “Come on buddy,” he encourages Jack. “Help me out.”

As you reach the table where the food is being laid out, tears begin to spring to your eyes.

“I got you fries and chocolate shake. And a cheeseburger. No mayo, extra pickles.”

“Babe,” you squeak out, “you remembered.”

“Of course I remembered. It’s all you talked about while I was away on my last case.”

You laugh and pull him close.

“I knew I married you for a reason.”

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Around your 36 week mark, Aaron called from his hotel room to check on you.

“How are you, love?”

“Still pregnant,” you gripe.

“I know you’re exhausted, mama. I’ll be home tomorrow. Just remember the go bag for the hospital is packed and sitting right by the front door, just in case.”

“Yes, Aaron. You remind me every day. Honestly I think it’s bit overboard, I’m fine.”

“I just worry about you being alone while I’m gone is all. It never hurts to be prepared. Anyway, I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Love you too honey. Good night and be safe tomorrow.”

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When Aaron arrived home the next night, he was greeted by the sight of you dozing on the couch.

Easing himself down on the edge, he swipes a lock of hair from your face. He softly kisses your forehead and watches as your eyes flutter open.

“Aaron?” you murmur. “You’re home.”

“I’m home,” he whispers. “How are my girls?”

“Better now that you’re home. I’ve had some pretty intense back pain, but otherwise fine.”

“Well sleeping on the couch probably isn’t helping,” he states matter of factly.

“Oh thank you doctor,” you reply sarcastically, giving his arm a playful slap. “I would never have known.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get some sleep.”And with that, he sweeps you off the couch, heading for the master bedroom.

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You woke the next morning still in pain, but not wanting to disturb Aaron. You struggle to sit up, finally managing after a few tries. You pull back the sheets and immediately get a sense of panic and dread at the sight of blood on the hem of your nightgown and the sheets beneath you. As the tears begin to stream, you instinctively call out for him.

Waking up at the sound of his name he asks, “what’s wrong, baby?”

But he realizes the problem before you even get a chance to respond.

Amazingly he seems not to panic at all. The tears and hysterics don’t faze him at all. He simply grabs you out of the bed, carries your directly to the car, and buckles you in.

“Stay right here,” he instructs. “I’m getting Jack and we’re going to the hospital right now.”

What seems like an eternity later, but in reality was only a few minutes, Aaron emerges from the house with Jack and the go bag.

He peels out of the driveway and drives to the nearest hospital with no regard for the speed limit.

When you arrived to the emergency entrance, you look at him with a panic stricken face.

“I’m scared, Aaron.”

“Don’t worry darling,” he says soothingly. “I’m going to get you some help.”

The next thing you know several people are helping you out of the car and loading you onto a stretcher. As they wheel you inside he follows closely behind with Jack asleep in his arms.

“What going on?” you plead.

“I don’t know, love but they’re going to help,” he reassures.

Just then you overhear a member of the medical staff informing Aaron that he’s not allowed any farther.

“What do you mean he can’t come with me?” You wail.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but bleeding is very serious. Both you and the baby could be in danger. We need to get you treatment now and we can’t have any family in the room.”

“It’s okay,” Aaron says in a very calm and sure tone. “They’re going to take good care of you. Everything will be fine.”

“FINE? Nothing about this is fine!” you shout. “I can’t do this without you, Aaron.”

“Yes you can,” he replies, holding your hand. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You have to. Do it for her.” He says, placing his hand on your belly.

“We have to go now,” one of the nurses insist.

“Be strong for me okay?” He pleads, gaining a short tearful nod from you in response.

“I love you,” he calls out as they wheel you swiftly down the hall. Just before the stretcher is out of sight he hears your response.

“I love you more.”

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Collapsing into a chair in the waiting area, mind racing with worry, Aaron does the only thing he can think of at the moment.

The phone rings, and then,

“Aaron! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon after a case,” Rossi says. “We don’t have plans today, do we?”

“No, Dave. It’s Y/N. We’re at the hospital.”

“Wow, I didn’t think she was due for a few more weeks.”

“She’s not,” Aaron explains, his voice beginning to break. “When we woke up, she was bleeding. From what I understand, it’s pretty serious. You’re the first person I thought to call.”

“Oh my God,” Rossi breathes. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Should I call the rest of the team?”

“Yeah, I think that would be best. I could really use some help with Jack. He’s still asleep for now, but,” Aaron pauses for a moment, choking back tears. “I don’t know what to tell him when he wakes up,” he finishes quietly.

“Just hold on, Aaron,” Rossi replies. “We’re coming.”

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Within an hour, the whole BAU team was crowding the hospital waiting room. Hugs were exchanged and Aaron had handed a still sleeping Jack off to JJ.

Everyone waited in tense silence, not knowing quite what to say.

“I’m scared out my mind, Dave,” Aaron confines to him. “I can’t lose her. I’ve been through too much already. And Jack, God it would crush him if anything happened to her.”

“I think he’s waking up,” JJ whispers.

“Dad?” He asks in a daze as he wakes. “Miss JJ? Where are we?” He questions now aware of the unfamiliar surroundings.

Coming over to squat down in front of him, Aaron does his best to explain.

“Well buddy, this morning mom got sick, so we brought her to the hospital, and the doctors are taking good care of her.”

“Is she going to be okay?” he inquires. “And my baby sister?”

“I hope so, the doctors are working really hard to make mom better okay?”

“Daddy, we should say a prayer for Mama,” Jack responds. “And my baby sister too.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Jack,” Aaron responds, as he quickly turns away to wipe a tear.

The whole group gathered closely around Jack and Aaron. Everyone took turns saying prayer for the health and well being of Y/N and her unborn daughter.

Moments after the last amen was said; just when Aaron thought he would die if he waited a moment longer, a doctor came through the doors.

“Mr. Hotchner?”

Aaron stood, bracing himself for the news.

“Is it alright if I speak in front of the group?”

“Yes, they’re family. Please, just— do you have news about my wife?”

“Sir,” the doctor continues with a look of concern. “You all may want to sit down for this.”

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[hood-ex]

Do you have any headcanon for Dick Grayson in his child days? Or for a Younger Bruce Wayne? I don't if you already did it so if you want to add more..? c:

I do! I actually made a list of some not too long ago. I’m down to add some more 👌🏻. I’ve got some that take place in the present but reflect on the past. There are also some with canon elements. 

Dick and Bruce (canonically) used to go fishing when Dick was a kid. The other batkids have no interest in fishing, but Dick and Bruce still take a boat out on the water every now and then just to fish and have lunch together. Damian went with them one time, but he never went back after seeing the fish struggle on the lines. 

Sometimes the other batkids are absolutely bewildered when they hear Dick and Bruce reminiscing about the old days because the stories they tell are wild. For example, Alfred mentions that they’re out of milk when everyone is over for breakfast, and Dick says, “Hey, Bruce, remember that time we were watching that baby who wouldn’t stop crying? We were out of milk and the stores were closed, and we ended up going to a farm to milk a cow to bring the milk back to the baby.” The other batkids swear that Dick and Bruce are just making this shit up until Alfred confirms that it’s true. Even having it confirmed, the other batkids can’t imagine Bruce doing shit like that. (Yes, the cow story actually happened in Batman #93).

When Dick and Bruce are exercising, Dick likes to challenge Bruce to see who can do so and so while walking on their hands. Dick says, “I bet I can walk across the cave, grab a batarang with my feet, and make it back here faster than you.” And Bruce nods along and says, “Okay, it’s a bet. Let’s put on our gloves so we don’t tear up our hands.”

Dick absolutely teases Bruce when he overhears Bruce talking to a woman on the phone. As soon as Bruce hangs up, Dick appears in front of him and pretends to swoon while talking in a high-pitched voice. “Oh, Bruce! Your legs are like two tree trunks and your eyes are like LED flashlights! Crush me in your arms and never let me go!” And Bruce lightly shoves him and says, “What was that? You said you don’t want to patrol with me tonight?” And Dick pouts and whines, “Heeey 😕.”

Dick juggles anything he can get his hands on, including stuff like Bruce's car keys, wallet, socks, etc. Bruce always eyes Dick warily when he's juggling socks because sometimes Dick randomly throws the socks at Bruce's head. "I'm just making sure your reflexes are up to snuff," Dick says after he throws them and sees Bruce glaring at him.

When Dick is really young and attends galas with Bruce, Bruce stops schmoozing with people to help Dick make a plate of food. Dick holds on to his drink and tells Bruce what he wants as Bruce goes down the table to dole out food onto Dick's plate. Bruce also sits with Dick while Dick is eating to make Dick feel more comfortable (plus he prefers Dick's company to that of the other guests). If cake is involved, Bruce makes sure to load up on napkins so that he can wipe icing off Dick's face.

[stay-midnight]

Foolish - The supposed valentine special

Lee Felix x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.7K Words

a/n: aaaaaaaa, the delay for this is too long 😖 i changed the concept of it from a valentines date to an anniversary date instead, hopefully it’s okay hhshs. I cannot it was supposed to be soft but somehow i made the smut escalate in the end. Tbh, I was expecting balcony sex—

Triggers: Explicit Smut, Fluffy as fuck I guess—, It’s soft.

Kinks/Warnings: Soft Dom Felix, Sub Male Reader, Anal Sex, Safe Sex, Licking, Teasing, Nipple Play, Nipple Biting, A lot of foreplay, Multiple Positions, Mentions of Fisting, Make-Out Sessions, A lot of Praise, Consensual.

Felix’s hands were getting sweaty and how fast he was tapping his thigh, he was getting nervous by the minute as the clock’s hands were moving closer to 8 PM — the time of your arrival. He licked his dry lips every half a minute as his head kept turning towards the door as if it was about to swing open. He brushed his blond hair back, taking a shallow breath.

You see, Felix prepared for one week for this, too make it as special as possible for your anniversary day.

1 year.

He loved, cherished, kissed you a bunch of times, and did a lot more with you in that one year of you and him being together.

Felix would do a lot more in even more years to come. In the future, he’ll propose to you, maybe even adopt children if you ever want. He just want to spend time with you, staring at you lovingly like a fool in love.

In the present now, though. He wants to enjoy this anniversary with you. He got his friends to decorate your shared apartment — the walls are decorated with colored paper and the pictures you collected throughout the years.

Frame by frame, all of them are important to you and him — Holding special memories that can’t be replaced or forgotten.

Felix felt his breath hitch as the door handle started turning. A profound mixture of excitement and nervousness built up in the pit of his stomach.

. . .

You were humming happily as you walked up the stairs of your apartment, the medium-sizedbag dangling from your fingers. You were frantic to spend time with Felix.

Today was your one year anniversary and thus you want to relieve all stress piled up from work and just spend quality time with your man.

Face-to-face with your apartment door, you turned the knob and found it wasn’t locked which made you raise your eyebrow in confusion. You turned the knob and swung it open.

Then petals of red roses fell in the front of your vision as a clear romantic music started playing. “Lixie?” you murmur, still a bit dizzy from the suprise.

After taking a moment to regain your thoughts, you noticed the picture littered across the walls of your apartment it was you and Felix.

Then finally, in all his beauty, Felix standed in the middle with the most warmest and cutest smile that seems to always set your world alight.

You suddenly felt some wetness at your cheeks and your vision suddenly becoming blurred due to the stream of tears just freely flowing down.

Felix saw the way you were crying and walked over to hug you, “Happy Anniversary, babe.” you snuggled your wet face into neck wetting his part of the shirt there.

“F— Fe, hng.... L-Lix. Th— Thankss.. for this..” you hiccuped as he pulled you away from his neck, then kiss the beads of tears falling from your eyes away.

“Shh, don’t cry, Y/N” He comforted, gently combing your hair. You smiled and clung to him like a koala as you felt every feeling of stress leaving your body.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him and he kissed back immediately, savouring the taste of your lips with passion.

Both of you perfectly molded with each other he finally slipped his tongue in your mouth, exploring your warm cavern.

Then he pulled away which made you whine, “Let’s continue that later~ but for now, let’s celebrate and eat.” he winked at his first statement then pointed at the table which had alot of food.

“Can we finish that much?” you said looking at the overloaded table.

He grinned, “We’ll give it to Changbin and the others as thankd for helping me decorate.”

You pouted and looked at the bag you had, “I only got you some strawberry cake for our anniversary...” you said, frowning.

“I’ll make it up to you...” you mumble wiping your tears away with your wrist, taking a sit down at the table then Felix sat next to you.

“You don’t have too... It still means alot to me that you’re here now.” he smiled sheepishly while you look away shyly.

“Still my gift is inferior than your suprise...”

“Any gift you give is in a high regard. Eat Y/N~ before I eat you~” he joked but there was a slight bit of truth in that. You hit his chest but he could tell how flustered you were.

“Cute....” he praised which in turn cause you to glare at him playfully as he gave you that a grin.

. . .

He reached out for your hand after eating to dance at the sound of the melodic, sweet music playing in the backround.

You look at him with love as both of you swayed along to the tune, Felix even spun you around like how people do during ballroom dances causing you to laugh as he catched you before spinning you back around to his caring embrace.

“I love you so much, Y/N...” he whispered against your ear.

You shivered at the sensation of his hot breath when he spoke, “I love you too, so so much....” you said back, turning your head to meet his caring gaze and his smile. He leaned towards you, connecting your lips as the music creased. You felt literal sparks flying across your body because of that.

You yawn as you pulled away from him, even though this was fun — You did just came back from work so you were tired and Felix now just noticed that.

He smiled before grabbing your hands and dragging you to your shared bedroom.

. . .

He pulled you on the king-sized bed which made you smile goofily as you laid there. You were still on your work clothes but nothing can be more comforting than being near with your loved one.

You liked skinship as much as he do, that’s probably why you fit together so much.

You rarely fought as well, most of it being teasing or playful fighting. Now that you remember, the only time he got mad when you didn't tell him that you were coming home late. He was angry, you were extremely tired. Instead of reasoning with him at that time, you fought fire with fire.

You always see him around the apartment since his work is a comic designer so he’s working at home, he barely leaves unless for jogging or grocery purposes.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as Felix played with your hair. Combing and stroking it. You leaned in to his soft touch, sighing at the calming sensation.

You leaned your head back so you could look up at him and he was showing a cute smile which made you smile back at him as well.

You initiated a kiss suddenly, suprising him. He kissed back before pulling away then leaned back down again as if he couldn’t get enough of your lips.

. . .

It started with small pecks at each other, now turning into a deep make out session with him. As you felt your neck was about to break off any second now due to the uncomfortable position you were kissing him in — You flipped him over and straddled him before leaning back in, biting his bottom lip teasingly as his hands worked their way onto your buttocks, kneading it teasingly.

He groaned at the lip bite before he grabbed your waist and switched positions, with Felix on top of you — staring down at you with a mixture of lust and adoration.

“You’re so pretty and handsome...” he praised, raising your shirt slightly before leaning down and planting kisses down your tummy, slowling pushing it up while also trailing his lips upward to your chest — leaving a line of saliva.

You giggled silently at his praise before gasping at his warm lips making contact with your skin, a tingling and wet sensation was apparent on your torso as Felix was tasting you up.

He removed your shirt completely and slipped his hand down to wrap around your waist. He lifted you slightly before attaching his lips on your nipples, licking and sucking on it.

You sighed as you let your own body be taken over by pleasure, Felix hummed before moving to the other nipple, this time though — he clamped his teeth down on it causing you let out a moan at the numbing pain.

When he pulled away he was content to see your chest, wet from his saliva, and your nipples — hardened and puffy.

He looked down at you, lovingly with a hint of need and lust, you stare back at him with half-lidded eyes because of the pleasure he gives.

“You look so unreal...” You whisper with a smile, the sight of Felix’s face, basking in the moonlight shining from the window at your side, you brought up your hands and caressed his cheek, “What have I done to deserve you...” you added in a soft tone.

He smiles at your compliments, “You don’t have to do anything, because even I don’t deserve someone as loving and caring as you...” he whispered, grabbing your hand on his cheek and kissing the top of it.

You pull him down by the neck, kissing him in the lips, moving with such passion as he sneaked his tongue between your lips — tasting every corner and crevice inside your warm and wet cavern.

His other hand is trailing down to your pants unbuckling your belt skillfully with one hand, pulling it down ever so slowly.

You were being patient with his teasing but at some point your patience were wearing thin, cracks started to form on your small facade as you thrusted your hips up, hitting the bulge in his pants.

He grinned in satisfaction as finally he slowly unraveled you. He removed his shirt, making you stare at his sculptured body, drool forming at the sides of your mouth

Finally, he pulled your boxers down, making you hiss at the feeling of cold air hitting your erect dick. He hummed, giving it a few small strokes to get you more riled up.

“Lix, Lix... Please.. I want— No, I need you inside me already.....” you said with desire, letting out a shaky breath as he pulled his hand away.

“Well of course, what my love wants, he gets~” he said, reaching over the nightstand drawer to grab the blueberry-scented lube and condoms.

He undressed himself, removing his shorts and boxers — throwing it somewhere in the dim room.

You glimpsed at his hard cock with a pretty pink tip, you still wondered how he manage to fit that inside you, you looked away in embarrassment at your own circling thoughts.

He chuckled lowly at that, “You can look, Y/N... I already ruined you so many times with it so what’s the point of looking away, hm?” he teasingly spoke with a husky voice.

You look at him and poked your tongue out at him playfully, causing him to snicker before squirting some lube into his fingers and lifting your legs a bit for easier access to hole.

Felix then finally slowly inserted lubricated finger, watching in awe as your hole clenched around his finger, You let out a shaky sigh, Felix’s fingers weren’t exactly big, but it still feels good. One time, he even fitted his whole fist inside you due to how tiny his hand is.

He added another two fingers, knowing that you can take his short fingers plus, he also has a need to be inside you, to be connected to you.

He pulled his fingers out, then smiled at you breathing heavily at how much he played with your fluttering hole.

Felix placed on a ultra-thin condom after biting the packet open, aligning the tip of his cock against your rim — applying a small pressure but not inserting it just yet.

You let out an impatient whine as your hole tried to suck his dick in, pathetically clenching around the tip. “Please, please Lix~ No more teasing...” you babbled, trying to sink your hips down but failing as he grabbed it with a bruising grip.

He slowly then inserted it inside you with a chuckle, watching as your face relax and your mouth forming an “O” shape. Once he saw your face relax, he thrust up into the hilt, hitting your prostate dead-on — His hips flushed against your ass.

“Ah!” you gasp out, your own neglected cock felt like bursting any moment now on how full you were. You relax yourself for Felix to move more easier.

He then started pulling out, groaning lowly before thrusting back in, “So good, so good...” you breathed out, loving the way his cock drag against your wall everytime he thrusts in.

He started a medium pace, lewd and wet sounds surrounds the room, you close your eyes and wrap your hands around the top's neck.

“You feel so good, Y/N...” he said, breathing heavily as he pursued a faster pace, the sound of skin against skin was audibly clear now — the way his hips smack against your ass was driving you crazy.

He pulls out for a bit and you let out a sound of disappointment before he asked you to flip over and you followed his command, going on all fours.

Felix shoves his cock right back in, you moaning loudly. He hits your prostate multiple times before using his other hand to slide his hand to your chest, pinching the hard bud of your nipple hard, he laughs shakily as you screamed at that.

You felt like your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as his hand roamed your inner thighs, flicking your tip teasingly before finally wrapping his hand around your hard cock, jerking it off messily and out of pace.

You didn’t know anymore, you rocked your hips back and forth — you didn’t know if you wanted to meet his hard and precise thrusts or or to buck against his hand wrapped around your base, you let out wordless whines and unidentified babbles that Felix wanted to coo at.

Felix saw that your knees were quivering, so he decided to change positions again, this time you were speared on his cock as if it was your throne, your back flushed against his sweaty chest.

This was one of your favourite positions as Felix held you close to him, increasing the feeling of sweet intimacy between the both of you as he impaled you up and down his cock.

You moaned as he hit your abused and swollen prostate for the umpteenth time, before you turned your head to meet his, sharing a hungry but a much needed kiss.

Drool dripped down your chin as your aching cock uselessly bobbed up and down in time with his thrusts, you felt lightheaded as you didn’t even realize you came, spilling on your sheets as it dripped down from the tip — your mouth releasing a drawn-out weak moan.

Felix’s thrusts turned sloppily as he saw your red tip spurt out white ropes and the sporadic clenching, he was close too.. After a few more minutes of thrusting into you and overstimulating you, he came inside the condom in a deep groan.

Felix only held you tighter against him, both of your chests heaving up and down at the tiredness. Slowly, he started pulling out of you before laying down on the bed slowly as you seemed too out of it.

He threw the used condom at the small trashbin after tying it at the side of your bed. He went to the bathroom to get some towels momentarily to clean you up.

He also got a small sheet of fabric to cover the cum-stained bed cover.

Once he saw your eyes turned more normal than the dilation it had earlier, he smiled “Good?” he asked in a heart-warming gaze.

You nodded, “Very good...” you smiled as he wiped your lubed rim and around it carefully.

“I really love you...” you said with a giggle at the end.

“I love me too~” he teased.

“Felix~!” you whined, crossing your arms around your chest.

He chuckled before going closer to you and connecting your lips, “I love you..” he mumbles sweetly against your ear.

You hummed in great appreciation, reeling him down to cuddle in his bare chest — to which he complied, combing your hair.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Y/N.” Felix breathed out, smiling as you fell in a tired sleep.

[talkfastromance4]

Happy Halloween!!🎃

Warnings: mentions of surgery and hospitalization, mentions of pregnancy, slight smut near the end and minor editing mistakes if I missed them🤷🏻‍♀️

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Enjoy!🥰

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The sounds of children screaming in fun as they run and play in the inside jungle gym of Funscapes have filled your ears for the last several hours. For Lily’s birthday she wanted to have a party with her school friends. It was nice for you to see how her friends interact with her, she’s still on the quiet side but her friends don’t seem to mind too much.

Roman always makes sure she’s having fun and includes Posy who has been following her big sister around like a shadow. You’re sitting at the long party table with Luke and the others watching the kids play. Ashton, Calum, Crystal, Michael, Cory and Ella with little Violetta were all in attendance.

Crystal has been on Oliver duty and she’s got a bump showing now but still looks flawless in a slim fitting pink dress (in honor of Lily’s favorite color) and some nude heels. Seeing her be so fabulous makes you feel self-conscious because your stomach still isn’t back to normal after Oliver. You know it takes time, especially after a C-section but old habits die hard when it comes to self-image. But, you power through because your body has gone through growing three perfect little humans and you wouldn’t change that for the world.

Luke is talking with Calum and Michael about a song idea he had and Ashton is aiding Posy through one of the tunnels to a slide when Crystal comes up to you with Oliver in her arms who’s starting to squirm with his eyes tight.

“Is it naptime?” Crystal asks, handing him off.

“Yeah, and he’s been teething,” you sigh, moving to his stroller to grab one of his teething rings. You bounce him in your arms lightly and his noises subside a little. “How’ve you been feeling? You look great,” you smile at her.

“Thanks, I don’t feel great so this is all to try and trick my mind,” she laughs. “I’m doing okay, I’m glad the morning sickness is gone, now I’m just tired. I think we’re going to do a gender reveal the day before Halloween so the girls can still go trick or treating.”

“Really?! That’s a great idea for a party.”

“Yeah it’ll be fun for everyone to dress up. I’m going to ask Lily and Posy’s help on what to dress Moose and South as.”

“They’ll love that,” you laugh then you feel a tug on your shirt. You look down and see Lily with Roman next to her. His big brown eyes stare up at you.

“Mama, is it pizza time?”

“Sure thing sweetheart, why don’t you tell all your friends while I get them.”

“I’ll do it!” Roman exclaims then runs off to gather the rest of the kids.

Luke comes over and rests his hands on Lily’s shoulders but is looking at you.

“What’s on the agenda?”

“I was going to get the pizzas from the counter.”

“I got it lovie,” he smiles. “I’ll recruit Cal to help.”

When all the kids are settled in their seats, you and the others help them get the slices on their plates. Posy is sitting on Ashton’s lap and Lily insists on Cory sitting next to her. Her presents were on a separate table with the cake. Oliver is nestled in his stroller fast asleep and stays asleep during the ruckus of presents and singing.

Posy wants to help open presents and Lily is very gracious in letting her do so. Towards the end of the party when parents are trickling in to pick up their kids, Posy complains about her tummy hurting as she sits on Ashton’s lap. You ask Ashton if he wants you to take her but he says he’s got her and tries to soothe her as you and Luke load up the car with Lily’s presents.

When you come back inside that’s when Posy starts to cry for Luke as soon as she sees him, her little arms reaching for him.

“What’s the matter my girl?” Luke asks, taking her in his arms. Posy’s head drops to his shoulder. “Hm? What hurts?”

“Tummy,” she sniffles.

“How much cake did you feed her?” Luke directs the question to Ashton as he rubs at her back in soothing circles.

“We shared the smallest piece and I ate most of it,” Ashton stands up, concern in his eyes for his niece.

“Maybe it’s the excitement of the day…” Luke kisses the side of her head.

“Okay, everything is packed,” you say with Lily in tow and Oliver in his carrier. “Is Posy hurt?”

“Stomachache,” Luke informs you as you rush to him.

You brush Posy’s hair from her face as a subtle check of her temperature.

“She’s a little clammy...we’re going home, Pose, okay?” you kiss her cheek.

After goodbyes are made, the five of you head home. Luke lays Posy on the couch with a soft blanket and her elephant. Her tears have dried on her cheeks leaving her eyes red and puffy. Luke heads back in the garage to get the presents and you kneel in front of Posy with Lily next to you.

“Can you tell mama where it hurts?” you ask gently.

“I’m going to change Olly,” Luke says walking by with Oliver in his arms. You nod absently waiting for Posy to show you where she hurts.

“Is Po sick?” Lily asks.

“Her tummy hurts. Can you show mama, baby?” you ask Posy again.

Posy points to the side of her stomach and you lift her shirt carefully to touch the spot. It feels a little tight and Posy whines.

“Ow mama,” she cries.

“I’m sorry, mama didn’t mean to hurt you. Lay here and rest, honey. Lily, can you stay with your sister?”

Lily nods and sits next to Posy who adjusts herself so her head is in Lily’s lap. Lily pets her hair like you do for them and it warms your heart.

“How’s Posy?” Luke asks when you enter Oliver’s room. He snaps the button of Oliver’s pants then hefts him in his arms, Oliver gives you a bright gummy smile.

“Not well...I don’t think it’s a stomach ache from sweets, Luke.”

“What do you mean?” Luke kisses Oliver’s head.

“I asked her where her tummy hurts and when I touched it, it felt tight.”

“Could she be constipated?”

“Maybe…” you chew on your lip. “She’s never acted like this before.”

“We’ll keep an eye on her,” he rubs at your shoulder. “If it persists, we’ll take her to urgent care.”

***

A shrill cry wakes you up at 3:00 in the morning. At first you think it’s Oliver when Luke flicks the light on, both of you stare blearily at each other when you hear the cry again and it didn’t come from the baby monitor.

“Posy!”

Her name comes out of your mouth as a choked sob. You scramble from the bed and run into her room with Luke hot on your heels. He smacks the lightswitch on and you see Posy curled up in a tight ball clutching at her stomach.

You both rush to her.

“Where does it hurt, bug?” Luke tries to pry her hands away while you’re touching her forehead.

“She’s warm, Luke.”

“Should we--oh no!” Luke gasps and he shifts to the side just as Posy starts to vomit.

“On her side!” you command and the two of you roll her over so she throws up on the floor and not in her bed. “We need to take her to the emergency room.”

“I’ll call Cal so he can stay with Lily and Olly,” he gets up to run into your room where his phone is.

“Does your tummy still hurt?” you ask Posy taking Luke’s place after she’s finished. You place three fingers on the lower right side of her belly and she screams in pain. “I’m sorry, baby. Mama and daddy will make it better.”

Luke comes in with his phone to his ear and Lily standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and frightened. You’re changing Posy’s shirt into a cleaner one.

“Cal’s on his way,” Luke informs, “but he’s getting Duke’s things since Roy’s out of town.”

“Okay. I’m going to get shoes on so we can leave as soon as he gets here,” you nod then turn to Posy who is staring up at you with such fear and pain in her eyes it shatters your heart in a million pieces. “I’ll be right back, Pose.” You kiss her forehead and run past Luke.

He’s changed into pants and converse that aren’t tied up, Lily follows you to your room.

“I want to go,” she grabs your hand before you can head into the closet.

“I need you to stay with Olly,” you squeeze her hand then let go to pull on some leggings and slip on your boots. You snatch your phone from the nightstand.

“But--”

“Lily,” you bend down in front of her looking into her eyes. “I need you here. I know you want to be with Posy but Uncle Cal needs your help with Olly, okay? You’re the best big sister and helper. Can you do that for me?”

“What’s wrong with Po?” a tear falls down her cheek. You wipe it away and kiss her cheek.

“I don’t know, we’re going to take her to the doctor so they can help her feel better. Let’s get some towels.”

Lily holds the towels as you clean up the floor next to Posy’s bed as quickly as you can, you’re thankful it’s on wooden floors and not carpet. Luke is holding Posy in his arms and then Calum is in the doorway with Duke and Petunia behind him.

“I’m here. Go on,” Calum’s breathing heavily. “Hey Lils.”

She runs into him for a hug and he lifts her in his arms.

“Thank you,” you say to him on your way out. You give Lily and Cal a kiss on the cheek then follow Luke downstairs to the garage.

***

Posy’s appendix ruptured requiring immediate surgery before it could get even worse. You and Luke sat together in the room she was admitted to. Her screams for you and Luke echo in your mind because she wanted to be with you.

While Luke called Cory, Ashton, Michael, and his mom, you couldn’t turn your mind off. Memories of being in the hospital for so long with Oliver come rushing back and now Posy is in here, too. It breaks your heart to have your babies be sick or in pain and you can’t take it away.

“Ash wants to come over and be with us,” Luke sits heavily in the chair next to you. He takes your hand in his. “I tried telling him to wait until she’s out and awake but he was already getting dressed. I’m happy the nurses said the surgery doesn’t take long. She’s so scared…” he shakes his head running his fingers through his hair with his other hand. “We should have brought her in yesterday...and here I thought it was from sweets.”

“Hey,” you cup his cheek in your hand, your thumb rubs at his soft beard. “Even if we did bring her in we probably would have had to come right back. Do we have her elephant?”

“Yeah, I grabbed it quickly before we left,” he sighs, reaching over to the duffle bag you didn’t notice until now. He pulls out the purple elephant fixing the ears.

Your phone dings, it’s a text from Calum saying Lily and Olly are fast asleep and that Lily is sleeping with him in the guest bed. You relay the information to Luke who smiles wistfully.

“I heard Lily wanted to come.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want her to worry,” you sigh. “I hate being here again...and now for Posy…”

“I know, we’ve had a really rough year, lovie,” he rests his hands on your knee. “Posy’s our strong little girl.” he kisses your cheek and you nestle into him. “Try and get some sleep, I’ll wake you when she’s back.”

***

The surgery went as planned and Posy was back in the room within an hour but she was still fast asleep. The nurses assured she’ll be waking up shortly but will be a little groggy. The first time she stirred you and Luke were by her side and she hugged her elephant to her chest.

“Hey bug,” Luke smiles sleepily at her. “Mama and I are right here.”

Her eyes are heavy as she looks at you then she’s asleep again. It will take a while for the anesthesia to wear off and Ashton said he was on his way. Liz called you so you talked with her for awhile then Cory called and you filled him in. Luke was dozing in and out next to Posy, his hand holding onto hers and his head resting on the bed.

There’s a soft knock on the door then Ashton enters with balloons and a large fuzzy brown bear with a cloth bandage on its tummy, just like Posy has from her surgery. The nurse showed you the bandage and that it will heal nicely. You wave at Ashton.

“I gotta go, Ashton’s here,” you tell Cory.

“All right. Let me know if you want me and Ella to head by your place,” Cory answers.

“I will, thanks Cory.” You hang up and smile tiredly at Ashton. “Hey, thanks for coming.”

“Of course,” he sets his gifts down on the table in the corner and gives you a side hug. “How’d it go?” He looks to Posy who seems so small in the bed and with Luke’s sleeping form next to her.

“Good, they said everything went how it should. We should be able to take her home in a day or two and recovery will be one to two weeks depending on how she feels.”

“Damn,” Ashton sighs. “How are you holding up?”

“I don’t know. It all happened so fast and on Lily’s birthday...being here reminds me of Olly and I hate seeing Pose in pain. I’ve had two of my babies in the hospital this year, Ash. I don’t know how strong I’ll be if something happens to Lily. I--”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. C’mere,” he pulls you in for a hug as you sob silently against his chest.

You hadn’t realized how much you were holding in from this ordeal and from when Oliver was in the hospital. You pushed it down as soon as you came home but apparently you still have pent up trauma.

“You and Luke and your whole family have been through so much this year. But you’ve pulled through like I know you always will and all of us will always be here to help you. You’re not alone in this, all right?” he squeezes you.

“Thanks Ashton,” you sniff.

“Ash? When did--Y/N?!”

Luke scrambles from the bed quietly as he can and then you’re transferred from Ashton to Luke. You breathe in his familiar scent as he holds you close.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “It’s all hitting me at once.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothes. “Let it all out, lovie.”

You remain in his arms until you catch your breath and Luke rubs the tears from your cheeks before staring into your eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you respond and he kisses your forehead.

“Hi little one,” you hear Ashton say. You turn your attention back to Posy.

She blinks slowly at her uncle who’s smiling at her. Carefully, Ashton rubs at her temple with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Mama and daddy said you’ve been asleep for a long time. Did you dream of pirates?”

“No,” she whispers and looks at the wall opposite her. A pout is on her lips.

Ashton frowns at her subdued manner, normally she smiles and teases back with him.

“It’s going to be a bit before the anesthesia wears off,” you explain.

***

Two days later, Posy was able to go home. She still wasn’t acting like her normal outgoing self and you could tell it was worry Luke as well. You made sure to keep her comfortable and Liy brought home a big card ‘signed’ by Posy’s pre-k class.

“Wow, look at all your friends, bug. They miss you,” Luke pointed to them all as she laid on the couch. Petunia was next to her and hadn’t left her side since her homecoming.

Posy merely glanced at the construction paper then stared at the tv again that was playing Toy Story. She was in a forever pout.

“Pose, can I watch the movie with you?” Lily asks and Posy nods.

Lily crawls under the blanket next to her and Posy cuddles into her sister’s side. Luke sets the card on the coffee table, a pout on his lips too and the similarity between him and Posy was uncanny.

“Come on, hon,” you rub at Luke’s shoulder. With a sigh, he follows you down the hall where Olly is in his room. He squeals when he sees you. “Hi baby! Mama missed you!”

You give him kisses and tickle his belly. You’re about to ask Luke what he wants for dinner but he’s gone.

“Where’d your daddy run off to? Let’s go find him.”

Luke’s in the kitchen with two boxes of mac and cheese boxes on the counter (Posy’s favorite) while he pulls out a large pot.

“I hate seeing her like this,” he sighs. “She’s not herself and it’s scaring me.”

“I don’t like it either,” you pick up a set of play keys for Oliver to play with. “But she’s going through something traumatic. She’s scared, too.”

“What if she--” he closes his eyes not wanting to finish the sentence. But being with him for so long, you knew what he was too scared to say.

“She will. One day at a time and our Posy will be back.”

Posy stayed home for another week and Luke convinced you to go back to work but you came home early by 2:00 anyway. Posy still isn’t acting like herself, she’s still quiet and wanted Luke by her side at all times then when you were home, she’d want the both of you by her side.

Ashton would stop by every other day to try and cheer her up but she was still subdued so he would just cuddle her and watch movies. Lily tried her best to make her sister feel better by asking if Posy wanted to feed Bruno, her fish.

It wasn’t until you took her for her final check-up that she started to act like herself. Although she cowered in Luke’s chest while you had Oliver in your arms in the doctor’s office. She kept pushing the doctor away.

“Pose, the nice lady wants to check on the owwa on your tummy,” Luke strokes her cheek with his fingers. She relents and allows the doctor to probe at her belly. She doesn’t make one peep of pain and it makes you so happy.

The weekend before Halloween, the whole family goes to gather pumpkins at a pumpkin patch. You go through a small corn maze, Oliver is wrapped up against your chest and Posy is holding Lily’s hand as they lead your family through.

There’s slides and animals to feed and a painted ‘ghost town’ that is a perfect backdrop for pictures. Oliver smiles in all of them while he sits in Lily’s lap. Then you ask another family to take a photo of the five of you.

“I want dis one!” Posy exclaims, hugging her arms around a very large pumpkin. It’s as big as hers.

“I don’t think that will fit in our wheelbarrow, love bug,” Luke laughs pushing the red wheelbarrow.

Lily is off to the left looking at smaller pumpkins and Oliver is asleep against your chest in the wrap.

“Peas daddy?” she pouts up at him.

“She got that from you,” Luke points out.

“What?”

“Those eyes that will do me in,” he shakes his head and bends down to Posy. He pokes her nose. “You can have a big pumpkin but it has to fit in the wheelbarrow, deal? I’ll help you find one.”

“Okay!” she runs off down the patch and Luke stands up resting his hand on his hips. You laugh at his stature and take a photo of him quickly.

“Hey, are you taking photos of me?”

“Yeah, you look cute in this patch of pumpkins, pumpkin,” you grin. He has on regular jeans, a black t-shirt and a flannel shirt with his hair pulled back in a bun. How does he look good in everything?

“You’re the cute one pumpkin,” he sauntered over to you.

“It’s because I have this baby to help,” you rub Olly’s back affectionately.

“Even without our adorable son, you’re pretty damn adorable, lovie,” he slings his arm around you then peppers your face in kisses.

The girls finally find their pumpkins and after you pay for them and put them in the car, you go on the hayride. All three kids are asleep as soon as they are loaded into the car.

You have the guys and Crystal over so you can all carve pumpkins. Cory and Ella didn’t attend because Violetta had an ear infection but they promised they’d be at Michael and Crystal’s party. Halloween movies are playing on the tv as you all carve pumpkins.

“It’s brains!” Posy shrieks pulling out her pumpkin guts, Ashton lets out a laugh and kisses her cheek. He’s happy his Posy is back.

“It is his brains isn’t it?”

After dinner, you lit candles in the pumpkins placing them on the porch with the rest of your decorations. You loved Halloween and always went all out with decorating. You had purple lights in the front yard with gravestones and blow up figurines. Inside the house you have spider webs, cauldrons and pumpkins everywhere.

When it’s time for Michael and Crystal’s party, you were excited to show everyone your family’s costumes. You and Luke did a couples costume of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Lily was Elsa, Posy was a cute little witch and Oliver is baby Yoda. Michael and Crystal are Sharkboy and Lavagirl and Calum and Ashton dressed as Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy from Spongebob. Cory, Ella and Violetta were Fred, Velma and Pebbles Flintstones.

The party was a hit with the house decorated to the nines. There were even smoke machines in the backyard surrounding a small pumpkin patch where the reveal was supposed to happen. The two big pumpkins in the center were carved to look like Michael and Crystal. Sarah and Andy were in charge of the reveal so you know it was going to be a spectacle.

There’s bobbing for apples (which Lily has to be encouraged to try while Posy shoved her face right in) tons of sweets and treats and the girls are having a great time. Ashton and Cal inquire about the time for trick or treating.

“When the girls are asleep,” Luke murmurs in your ear, his hands holding onto your waist. “Can I get a little treat of you?”

You giggle at his come on then twist in his arms. You stare up at him, poke his nose that is painted black for Mickey’s nose and fix his ears on top of his head.

“I don’t know...do you have some tricks up your sleeve?”

“I have tricks that won’t make you quiet as a mouse,” he grins, leaning down to give you a kiss that leaves you burning for more.

“Get a room,” Calum teases.

“Don’t mind if we do,” Luke sighs, “can you watch our kids?”

“No fornicating, Andy said the reveal is about to happen,” Ashton says with Posy in his arms. She’s nibbling on a candy necklace and Lily is over by Ella playing peek-a-boo with Violetta.

“We’ll have to wait until the witching hour, babe,” you tell Luke. His hand slips under your skirt and pinches your butt cheek which makes you squeal. “Hey! Watch it, Hemmings.”

He grins devilishly before giving you another kiss.

Michael hands Oliver to Luke who is now asleep then joins Crystal by the pumpkins with Andy poised in front of them to capture the moment.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, we hope you’re having a great time,” Michael starts, “we’re going to interrupt the festivities for a bit which we couldn’t have done without Andy and Sarah.”

There’s applause and cheers for Andy and Sarah as Sarah moves in position by the pumpkins.

“And thank you for wanting to be a part of finding out what our little pumpkin will be,” Crystal smiles, touching her bump.

You all silence in anticipation as Sarah pushes a button. It takes a moment and then out of both Michael and Crystal’s pumpkins comes smoke, but it’s two different colors, blue and pink. There’s gasps all around the yard because no one knew it was twins!

Michael and Crystal share a happy kiss and you’re the first one to give them both a hug.

“Twins?! Did you know?” you ask them both.

“Yeah, we found out when we heard their heartbeats,” Michael confesses.

“We wanted it to be a surprise to you all, but we wanted to be surprised on the gender,” Crystal adds.

You and Luke stay for another hour because the girls start to get sleepy and Oliver has been passed out since 7:30. Before you go, Cory and Ella share that they’re going to get married on New Year’s Eve and they want Lily and Posy to be flower girls. You tell them absolutely and are excited to celebrate their nuptials.

Once the girls were tucked in, you and Luke did have some Halloween fun, he certainly did have some tricks up his sleeve.

“I know I don’t look the same--” you started to say but he pressed his finger to your lips.

“You’re perfect,” he disagrees and slides into you effortlessly.

“But--”

“No,” he growls then kisses you roughly. He brings your hands above your head holding your wrists together as he thrusts into you. You’re moaning quickly. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world.”

“Oh!” you squeak when he hits your special spot. You’re aching to tangle your fingers in his hair but the way he has your wrists pinned entices the moment.

“Should I get a mirror on the ceiling so you can see how fuckin’ hot you are like this?” he asks, rolling his hips in such a way you’re surprised you haven’t climaxed yet. “You’re mine, lovie.”

“Yours, yours, yours,” you pant and tilt your hips when he licks at your neck.

Not long after, your mind is cleared in bliss and Luke releases your wrists then he flips you over onto your stomach.

“I’m not done with you yet, my pretty,” his voice is salacious in your ear as he slides into you again. You bite into his pillow to keep quiet as he wrecks you in the best way possible.

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[yamagucji]

A present like no other

warnings. nswf, 18+, light bondage, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet play, oral and penetrative sex

in which. you are yamaguchi’s bday present

pairing. dom!yamaguchi x fem!reader

note. this is.. a little hot. i’ll edit it later.

This isn’t how he’d imagined his special day to go. He’s come home from his office job to the comfort of your bedroom— catching sight of you sprawled out over the mattress in your matching lace underwear. Has he ever told you how fucking hot that specific color is on you?

He’s frozen in place— but he doesn’t need to move, because you’re already sliding off the bed and heading towards his flustered figure. The hem of your panties moves perfectly against your skin, complimenting the dip between your thighs and your pretty cunt. It reminds him of that dream he’d had several times before, where you were caught only begging with his name as he maneuvered his tongue over your clothed clit; caught begging again when he fucked you over with no remorse. Maybe tonight will go something along the lines of that.

“You can do anything you’d like Dashi, I’ll be your little fuck toy for tonight.” His gaze flickers down to the placement of your plump fingertips against his chest, gulping at the mere touch. How are you always so enthralling? So... hypnotizing?

“Petal, I- you don’t have to do this for me,” 

But he’d love to. He’d love to fuck you over and fulfill his secret fantasies for a change. Even just the thought of you being his little fuck toy makes his dick twitch. He pulls at the knot of his tie, shifting the fabric a little from left to right as he tries to comprehend your offer. He’s sure this isn’t a dream again, is it?

“Are you sure? I’m okay with how we’ve been— you know...” 

“Hm,” you nod. “I want the birthday boy to take all the lead tonight.” Birthday boy. Lead. Somehow your bit of teasing makes something within Tadashi stir.

He lets you undress him at first; starting off with his disheveled tie, then to the buttons of his dress shirt, reaching your hand down to the buckles of his belt. But he pushes your hand away from his strap— because this is as far as you can get with the initiative. “My love, you said I could do anything I’d like, right?”

Tadashi’s voice, as usual, sounds heavenly; soft and innocent. It encapsulates his gentleness in a way that makes him seem submissive. But the moment your head nods for a little confirmation, he says the next string of words in a voice much deeper.

“Then,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt with ease, already thinking— no, knowing of where his leather strap will end up. “You’ll be a good little bunny for me tonight, will you?”

Maybe Tadashi’s just too excited. But how can he not be? He’s dreamt about this, even thought about taking total control over you (at times when he shouldn’t be). He’s simply eager to fuck your tight cunny up for his own pleasures. He finally lets gentleness depart when he hears your last hum of approval.

“Turn around,” he nearly sounds intimidating. But you follow his order without question, turning your body back towards your bed and bringing your tummy down against the mattress. You’re so obedient, unlike the other times you’ve fucked each other. He pulls your wrists together in front of you and wraps his belt around them (ironically the one you gifted him last year), before leaning his body over your back. “It’s not too tight is it?” is a question he whispers right beside your ear. Is that a floral perfume you’re wearing? He takes a whiff.

“No it’s ah-” you moan at the feeling of his hard dent rubbing against your ass. It doesn’t even take a second before he’s asking another question, tempted by your seduction. 

“You wore this pretty outfit and perfume just for me bunny? Hm, I know it’s my birthday- but I feel like I should at least give you some reward.”

Ah, it’s too early for you to be moaning like this. But fuck it does it feel good when you start to feel Tadashi’s lips against your back, kissing a soft trail all the way down your spine— and especially with the way he’s gripping your waist with a little more force than usual. He tells you to lie back down on the bed which you do accordingly, your hands now above the pillow and your thighs spread apart to showcase your clothed cunt that’s already slightly damp. You debated whether or not he chuckled or heaved a breath as he settles down between your legs; but the subtle smirk on his face makes you certain it’s the former. 

“Look at you princess, already wet for me.” 

“Y-yes...Dashi,” why are you suddenly so shy in front of him? 

Tadashi mumbles something, probably along the lines of how cute and needy you are for his cock. He lowers his face down, just barely touching your core, ignoring the uncomfortable strain of his growing boner still in his boxers and slacks. You smell just as good down there too. A gentle kiss is placed over the ribbon of your panties— before he dips nose slightly between your folds. Like in his previous wet dreams (which still remain unspoken of), Tadashi plants a small experimental lick along your stripe. 

“Hmm fuck,” you whine. “D- don’t tease me.”

The feeling of your slight jerk back up towards his lips provokes him further. This time he latches his mouth completely over to your cunt, wetting you even more with the saliva drenched from his tongue. You’re so pretty like that; squirming in pleasure as he holds you in place with both his grip and his gaze. Actually being able to pleasure you like this in real life incites Tadashi’s eagerness to fuck you over right then and there. Though before he even lets himself get off, he wants to get a taste of you first; pulling your panties in a painfully teasing manner after he’s had a couple of licks over your fabric. 

Your pussy seems even more wetter now that the fabric’s gone. It’s so fucking hot, just imagine how easy it would be for him to thrust in and out of your cunt with the wetness you’ve produced. He can’t wait any longer, instinctively lapping the tip of his tongue up from your entrance and to your clit. “Are you seeing this my little bunny? Is this pretty cunt really all for me?”

You wonder just when he’d found the courage to talk so lewdly. This is something new… a more dominant side of Tadashi that rouses you into submission. “Yes Dashi,” you nod with desperation. “Mmm, this pussy’s all for you.”

“You’re so good to me… I know just how eager you are to get your reward bunny.”

His face dips down, only this time, there’s no fabric that prevents his tongue from going between your folds. It’s so soft and warm, and it’s only a matter of time before your clit turns into a hardened nub from his slow strokes. The melodic whines you make become increasingly intense the faster he moves his tongue and lips against you; pleasurable sounds that make his own eager self hump his boner over the mattress. Eating you out has always been one of his favorite quirks for sex because this way he get’s to taste you, watch you make lewd expressions, all the while knowing that he’s the only one that can make you feel this good. You’re a delicacy compared to a simple birthday cake. 

He pulls away with a small pop. “Bunny… be a good girl for me and tell me how good you’re feeling. You want to cum don’t you?”

“Oh yes, please-” the desperation in your sinful voice makes him thrust against the bed once more. “Please Dashi… please fuck me with your mouth!”

Good girl. His lips returns to your folds once more but fuck, he’s going at a rougher pace. Tonight he’s relentless, he’s lapping your juices up from your hole over and over again and mixing it with his own saliva. He’s never gone down on you like this; sucking and nipping your little nub with force; moving back and forth from your hole to your clit; his moaning giving you the added pleasure. It’s… too much somehow, and now you’re feeling hazy with bliss. The feeling of you twitch and squirm let’s him know that you’re right on the edge of orgasm. 

Tadashi stuffing his face deeper into your wet cunt is driving you crazy. “Ah, ah fuck Dashi… so good- it- it’s too good I’m gonna…” you clench your thighs around him. The quick build up of your high brings you with overbearing pleasure, so incredibly good that you don’t even have the time properly tell him that you’re cumming. He can feel your juices gush out of your cunt as he keeps his tongue there, making sure to collect every drop of you. 

Getting to taste your juices is just the beginning of his special birthday night. You’d think he’d pause for a second to wait for your climax to diminish, but he hasn’t even used you as his fucktoy yet. Tadashi’s just getting started. 

“You’re such a good girl cumming for me… it’s my turn now, princess.” He leaves your twitching cunt shortly to free himself of his remaining clothes, his underwear, pants, and your bra joining the rest of his clothes on the floor. He’s so desperate now that you’ve got him all hot and bothered. There’s a trail of precum leaking down to his shaft— just waiting to be mixed with your own juices. You’re still heaving from your previous high, and it doesn’t help when Tadashi begins to pepper kisses all over your skin again. 

“Mmmn,” you whine from the contact of his palm against your breast. He purposefully earns himself yet another sinful moan from you by pushing his dick up against your slick folds. His dick shouldn’t feel so good just from that small pressure...no, he can’t wait any longer. 

“Bunny, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” his lips warm the side of your neck. “Hm… gonna make you feel so good with my c-cock…ah- ”

Tadashi thrusts himself full inside of you, the two of you moaning together from the pleasurable surprise. There’s no way he can go slow at this rate— your soft, wet walls clenching around him from the sudden stretch makes him go insane. Ah fuck, he’s going to go crazy. 

“Y-y/n… you’re so wet and tight,” his little moans sound contrastingly higher than the directive tone he’d used on you before. He can’t help it, your cunt is making his dick feel so much pleasure. You’re moaning and whining his name in sync, putting your arms around his neck to steady yourself from his roughness. You’ve never felt so submissive underneath Tadashi before. But the heavy slam he makes every time his cock thrusts hard inside you has you begging for a second orgasm. It’s not long until Tadashi’s quickening his pace inside you, especially not with the way he’s been holding his cum for so long. He’s whining against the nook of your neck, whining about how it’s so good and warm inside of you. There’s no better pace than fast and mildly rough, and frankly, he can’t bring it in himself to slow down. 

You feel his cock begin to twitch, and that’s when Tadashi finally indulges you into a heated kiss. It’s a little messy with the way he’s pounding into you, but he doesn’t care, and neither do you. You can taste hints of your previous orgasm from his saliva— just the perfect mix of yourself and Tadashi. 

“Hmmn... I- I’m hm, bunny, oh bunny...” he moans against your lips. Your name follows soon after in soft whines and wails, and at the same time you begin to feel your second wave of orgasm.

“O- oh fuck baby,” you part away to catch your breath. “I’m close too-”

“You’re close... princess? Going to c-come? Why don’t you come for me... okay?” his questions come out in broken staggers. He’s drowning in a pool of pleasure, barely able to form coherent sentences. Tadashi can feel his climax come right around the corner, and he mumbles, no— pleads for you to cum with him. Your soaking cunt clenches and unclenches around his dick as he releases his milk into your hole. There’s... so much coming inside you, so... warm. 

A few moments pass before he finally pulls himself out of you, with a soft whine leaving your lips from the empty feeling of your hole. A thin line of cum drips off of Tadashi’s swollen tip. But fuck, why is there so much more coming out of you? Did he really cum that much? He sits back against the soft mattress not yet noticing how his dick is still as hard as before. 

The sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly; beads of sweat trickling down the side of your forehead; his cum still oozing out of you. It’s all very tempting. You eventually meet his gaze and timidly close your thighs together, a little embarrassed to be showing him your sopping cunt (again, why are you so shy?).

But just as your thighs are half-way through closing in on each other, Tadashi’s pulling them apart again with his strong hands.

“More.”

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[tsukishumai]

could i get an “im so proud of you” with mattsun like the reader had been trying really hard to get into a certain college and they do but unfortunately their family doesnt praise em or anything mattsun does 🥺

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x f!reader

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: ty for requesting love and I just want to preface this by saying that if you’re going thru this yourself, just know that any and all education is a blessing to be thankful for, no matter what school you go to or what subject you study! Be proud :)

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“Then what did they say?”

“Nothing, Issei,” you grumbled into the receiver, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you paid the bus fare, “That’s the problem. They didn’t tell me anything. No ‘congratulations’, no ‘we’re proud of you’. Not even a pat on the back to say ‘good job’.”

You hear your boyfriend sigh from the other end, and you mirrored the sound once you settled into your seat. You’re holding your phone to your ear now, leaning your head against the window as you watched the scenery fly by.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Matsukuwa finally said, knowing there was not much else he could say to remedy the situation at hand.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” you say sincerely, and a part of you felt bad for unloading your issues to Matsukawa in the first place. He was undoubtedly feeling guilty, and it was over something that has absolutely nothing to do with him.

“I’ll be alright, Issei. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Matsukawa sputtered out a quick ‘be safe, see you soon’ before you heard the familiar click that signaled the end of a phone call.

You let out another heavy sigh before tucking your phone into your purse, turning your attention back to watching the streets.

The time alone had caused you to spiral within your own thoughts. No one else could possibly understand the magnitude of effort you had put into getting accepted into your dream university.

You did it all on your own. You researched the requirements, paid for all the application fees yourself, took yourself to the entrance exams, not to mention the presentation of your portfolio that is years in the making.

You’ve waited all of your life to receive that embossed envelope that contained your acceptance, a top college with the most prestigious art program in the country, and the day has finally come — proof of your entire life’s worth condensed into one word: Congratulations!

You should be happy— ecstatic, even. You’ve proven that you can do it all yourself.

Yet you still cannot shake the undeniable urge for approval from your family, coupled with the inevitable feeling of disappointment from both sides.

An announcement from the bus’s speakers had let you know that you’ve arrived to your stop. You quickly get up from you seat, hopping off the bus to start the eight minute walk to Matsukawa’s house.

You’re just going have to be proud enough of yourself, you’ve decided. You haven’t relied on others before, why would you start now? If your family didn’t see the worth in your accomplishments, then that’s their loss. You didn’t need to explain anything further than that.

Matsukawa’s house comes into view, and you take one moment to collect yourself. One deep breath in, one deep breath out. You shook off the bad energy that had been following you for days, plastering a smile on before knocking on your boyfriend’s door.

Matsukawa answered the door in 1.7 seconds, a cheeky grin aimed at you.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a soft kiss on the cheek, “I’m glad you got here safely.”

You gave him a grateful smile, taking your shoes off before entering his home.

“You ok?” He asked cautiously, taking your bag from your hand.

“Better now,” you answer honestly, and Matsukawa wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m glad. Are you thirsty? Let’s get a drink from the kitchen.”

You nod absentmindedly, following Matsukawa’s lead without a second thought. He makes the turn down the hall that lead into his dining room, reaching over to flip the light switch on in the darkened room.

“SURPRISE!”

You jumped at the sudden assault to your senses. The overhead soft yellow light instantly illuminated the familiar faces of your friends huddled around Matsukawa’s dining room table. The room was decorated with streamers in your favorite color, balloons spread out throughout different corners, and a large banner stretched across the wall that read C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S!

Oikawa was the first face you see, standing at the very front with a party hat on, smiling widely as his eyes twinkled with amusement. Iwaizumi stood next to him, arms crossed and smirking as if he were the mastermind of the whole idea in the first place. Makki stood towards the back, along with Kunimi and Kindaichi, looking completely out of place in the crowded dining room. A cake sat in the middle of the dining table, your name written in blue icing followed by more well wishes.

“You guys...” you croak out, but felt your throat dry out. You turn to Matsukawa standing next to you, who managed to procure a “Congrats Grad” sash and party hat from thin air. He had a genuine smile on his face when he placed the sash around your torso, and securing the strap of the party hat on your chin.

“Congratulations, baby,” he whispered before placing a kiss on your temple, “I’m so proud of you.”

You couldn’t hold it anymore. You choked back an ugly sob before lurching forward to bury your face in his chest. Matsukawa held his hand out to his teammates when they all stepped forward to check on you. They froze in their place as Matsukawa wrapped his arms around your shaking shoulders.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back, feeling his chest get wet from your tears. You clutched onto the fabric of his shirt tightly, and Matsukawa kept you in place until you felt ready to let go.

An eternity (or two minutes) later, you slowly pull away from Matsukawa, his hands immediately moving up to wipe away your tears.

“It’s okay,” he said, chuckling a little at the pout on your face.

You turned towards the boys that were waiting meekly to the side.

You didn’t say anything when you opened your arms out, your sobs soon replaced by the cheers and tackles of the boys that had shown you endless support throughout the years, and shooting a grateful smile to the wavy haired boy that’s only ever shown you love.

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🌹100 Followers Special!✨

Oh my gosh! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! Thank you guys so much for my first 100( 133 at this time now) it means a lot and I’m glad you enjoy what I write! Originally I had a different prompt list planned but as I thought about it, it didn’t really fit into the ship that won very well! So we got the fluff alphabet instead!

I present to you~

Solomon x MC x Barbatos

Fluff alphabet edition!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mischief. You and Solomon will try new spells and potions or go out to town and prank random demons by adding something that will make them turn into a frog in their drink.

On Barb’s days off he’ll actually join you! He only let’s you two do simple things though, even if it’d be hilarious to see one of the great demon dukes turn into a worm and get eaten by a bird.

Barbs will take you two ice skating whenever he gets the chance to. He enjoys having an excuse to hold both your hands because Solomon can not skate to save his life-

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Solomon loves both you guys’ hands. He loves to hold them and see your faces when he kisses them. He also adores watching you use your hands to cook or cast spells, maybe help with potions. He finds it wonderful how your hands enact the intricate movements for spells.

Barbs loves your waist. No matter what size you are he adores being able to hold you by the waist and pull you close. He also loves to be able to run his hands along your sides, he enjoys feeling your shape in his hands. On Solomon though he loves the place where the pact mark ended up. He likes kissing around the mark whenever he gets the chance.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Separately, Barbs would have the most gentle touch and try to get you somewhere private to help calm you down, away from prying eyes. He’d do whatever he could, he’d offer to hold you if you’d want him to but if you prefer not to touched when you’re sad he will take you to the kitchen or garden, whichever you prefer but if you choose kitchen he is baking you something and letting you vent as he works.

Solomon alone would wrap you up in his cape thingy and keep you hidden from the world. He’d ask what’s wrong immediately and try to distract you if he felt that’s work better. He’d do a few tiny performance spells for you like maybe tiny fire works or zapping a demon in the butt.

Together though they are the best team. They’re taking you to somewhere more private and engulfing you in a group hug if you let them. You can cry your eyes out for however long you wish. If you don’t want to be touched then Barbs will go get you a water bottle for when you’re done crying or panicking while Solomon goes through breathing excersizes with you.

If it’s something less serious though and you’re just having a bad day, barbs will bring you a treat and a kiss before he has to go back to working and Solomon will snuggle you both up for cuddles.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Barbs has accidentally seen many realities for the future with you two and his only hope and plan is to make sure the ones where you break up don’t happen in your realm.

Solomon wants to get a small house in the human realm with you. He knows Barbatos can’t exactly leave his job and he also knows there may be people in the human realm who you want to see. If you’re okay only making weekly-monthly trips to the human realm though then he wants to have a house for all three of you in the DevilDom. Not a very big one, just enough room for the three of you. Totally not because he wants to horde you two away so he can just love you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Solomon imitated dates and affection more. He’ll let you and Barbs plan whatever you want but he’ll be the one to mention that it’s been a while since you’ve gone on a date. He’ll also be the person who starts kissing Barbs before pulling you in for your own affection.

Barbs is more passive. He’s up for anything you two want to do but knows Solomon isn’t good at making plans so he’ll pick a date and help you plan what you three are going to do. Sometimes he gets in an extra affectionate mod though and will kiss your cheeks while he is working. He tries to remain professional in sowwy! However he ain’t gonna stop you if you or Solomon start kissing him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Barbs doesnt like to hold grudges especially when it comes to you two. He adores you both and already saw everything would turn out okay. This of course can sometimes lead to him forgetting he still has to make things up in the present though. He doesn’t like to fight, he prefers debate and will only tell you two his truth of the situation, trying to diffuse anything else bubbling up.

Solomon would need to be alone and be mad for a bit though. He doesn’t forgive and forget immediately and tries to calmly talk things out first. If he is getting too mad though he will start raising his voice and trying to leave so he can cool off without hurting someone.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Barbs is so grateful. He feels so lucky to have you both and will always give you kisses when one of you brings him food for lunch (even if it’s Solomon’s cooking) and please give this man a self care day- can we just- this guy is always stressed with the Peince’s antics and on his feet all day, if you and Solomon make him a self care day and pamper him right back he will actually cry a bit. He is fickle aware of everything his partners do for him.

Solomon is similar. He never lets something either of you do go unnoticed and always makes sure to return the kindness. Barbs made him food? He’ll make Barbs dessert! You’re helping him with a potion? He’ll make you a charmed necklace!

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Look Barbs kinda can’t share all the futures he sees with you two. He’ll tell you about past futures you could have landed in if you ask. But other than that he tells you two everything he can. He doesn’t like keeping secrets from either of you however some royal business matters he can’t share yet.

Solomon will tell you everything, if you ask about it. He doesn’t intentionally keep secrets, especially not about his past, but sometimes he forgets that you and Barbs don’t know all the stories of how he got all the pacts he has and will just causally mention one as if it’s nothing. Newer secrets though he doesn’t keep. If someone needs to tell him a secret they have to specify if they don’t want you and barbs knowing. He tells you two everything and if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to share someone’s secret, he knows you two will keep it safe for him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Barbs takes more time off because of you two. Not a lot but a little more. He’ll always make sure he has time to spend with you two on big dates like anniversaries and holidays. Because of you two he’s also tried a lot more stuff than he ever thought he would, like human world candy.

Solomon sees more beauty in life because of you two. He didn’t want to die to begin with but because of you two he’s found even more reason to live. He loves being able to count you as a reason to coming home the next day.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Barbs gets jealous he can’t spend as much time with both of you as he wants. When it comes to others flirting with you though he can’t help but get a little protective. If it’s at one of Dia’s parties and he has to work he’ll kiss you and Solomon’s cheeks. Something subtle saying you’re both taken by one hell of a butler. If the other goes too far though and neither of you have dealt with them yet then he’ll take care of them himself.

Solomon isn’t jealous at all actually. He knows you’re hot. He knows Barbs is hot. And he knows you’re both loyal. He trusts you two. If he sees someone flirting with you though and notices you’re getting uncomfortable he’ll come and see if you want him to step in and swoop you away.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Barbs... look I just-... just kiss him. Just do it and see how perfectly his lips feel against your’s. Your first kiss with Barbs is gentle and full of care, he treats you and Solomon with all the love he treats his plants so of course that kiss is going to be sweet as a rose.

Solomon is a little more forward with his kisses. He’s a good kisser, kiss him and find out for yourself hehe, but your first kiss with him is more passionate, his hands pulling you closer to him and not letting go unless it’s to hold your hand.

Their first kiss with each other was months before they met you. They had been going on dates and Barbatos asked if he could kiss Solomon. It was honestly adorable. Barbs wasn’t shy he just didn’t want to make a Solomon uncomfortable. But when Solomon just kissed him instead of giving an answer, well hey Barbs wasn’t complaining!

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

They confess to you together. Of course. They invited you to their lunch date, Barbatos cooked and made everything look super cute, heart shaped cake! Solomon didn’t stop flirting with you and Barbatos COULDNT help but join him. They did directly tell you their feelings as well of course.

Barbatos confessed first. Solomon was visiting him, as a friend not a date, and tried to help Barbs cook. Barbs decided to best distract Solomon he’d have to confess his feelings. It worked. Solomon immediately asked Barbatos on a date and started planning it in his head, claiming he had to leave so he could make it perfect.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Barbatos is okay with anything. Marriage isn’t important to him, he could happily live his life as whatever you and Solomon want to be, even if it means eternally being fiancés. A Barbatos proposal would be in the garden. He’s have everything planned out perfectly for you two, flowers would be in bloom, no distractions, and romantic music playing while the scene happens under the closest thing they have to moonlight. It was amazing. Barbs as a husband is the literal best. He’ll take care of you and Solomon better than Dia. He makes sure you bothe eat, take your meds, drink water, get enough sunlight from the human world, he’s so caring.

Solomon would like to get married but it’s not required for him if you don’t want to. He’d propose with magic. He set up a light show for you and Barbs and finished with the proposal, also had note cards with how much he loved you two on them but got so embarrassed at the cheesy stuff on them that he left them out. You found them a week later and he tried to change the subject but when Barbs saw them he knew he was done for. Solomon as your hubby is fun! He always makes sure you’re mental health is doing good and takes you on adventures to get potion stuff with him. He’ll make you and Barbs little gifts, has been banned from the kitchen though.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Barbs calls you dear. “My dear you look stunning as always.” He calls Solomon sugar. No I will not take arguments. Solomon gets confused to be salty at first glance and too much of him can be a problem but we love him so it’s okay. Sugar.

Solomon calls you dove. You’re gorgeous and such a symbol of love to him. You also bring him peace of mind when you’re next to him so, dove! “Dove I’m going on an expidetion, come with me?” He calls Barbs darling. It started as a lady and the tramp joke, Jim dear and Darling, but it kind of just stuck. Barbs surprisingly likes it a lot.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Barbs realizes he is in love he is so discreet about it. The only person who immediately notices, is Diavolo. He smiles a genuine smile more and his stride is just more float like. He genuinely looks like he is enjoying the day. He expresses his love through words. He’ll say it and compliment you whenever he sees you. He’ll always ask Solomon about his spells and stuff. He just talks and pays attention as makes sure you know he adores both of you.

Solomon is descreat about his feelings to someone just passing by. If you’re someone he knows, he is openly telling them about how much he adores his boyfriend and partner. He likes to flirt with you two, especially when you’re doing tasks and Barbs is at work. He’s also big on physical touch, hands will always be held!

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Barbatos won’t initiate affection while he is on the clock. The most he’ll do is blow you two a kiss as he leaves or smile at you. Sometimes he’ll make a heart with his hands if he’s feeling extra sappy. When he isn’t on the clock though, he mostly just holds your hands. Cheek kisses whenever he wants though. He’ll be kind of shy to directly kiss you for too long in public but hey if you or Solomon want real kisses and not just pecks, he’ll never push you off. He’ll just happily reciprocate!

Solomon doesn’t care where he is, if he wants kisses then he wants kisses. He’s respectable about it when Barbs is working or a serious meeting is going on but that won’t stop him from holding your hand or linking your arms together. He enjoys holding you two close when he can.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

Barbatos is one hell of a butler. And he knows how to make you and Solomon feel special in all kinds of situations.

Solomon is entertaining. If you’re sad or need a distraction, he has the perfect flirty comment or small spell to take your mind off things.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Barbatos is the cliche one here. Flowers, chocolates or sweets if you like them, candles, love letters, mood lighting, the whole shibang. He also most definetly has a playlist of romantic songs he hears. He’ll do anything to make you smile. If he sees you over working yourself or Solomon hasn’t taken a break in foreve he gets you water and makes you stop for a minute or two to just enjoy a moment or relaxing. Will also happily give either of you a massage.

Solomon tries! He gets creative with light show spells and he has a list of you and Barbs’ favorite things! He’ll remember little things you mention but he also likes to make sure you two know it’s not from anyone else. He’ll always sign cards more over dramatically than required. Any “grand gesture” he makes is either way over the top or super quiet but DETAILED- THIS MAN PAYS ATTENTION TO DETAIL. And it’s- worth it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Barbatos will always support you two. He adores you and will help you achieve any goal you set. Solomon needs a spotter in case a spell goes awry? Got it. You just need a cheerleader to bring you food? He’s already making your favorite! He believes in both of you 100% but isn’t afraid to give you two a reality check when he deems it necessary. (When you two may be getting overwhelmed or there is a time crunch) if you’re stubborn about it though and not backing down then he’ll help get whatever it is done.

Solomon helps make schedules for when you or Barbs have a project of some sort due, he attempts cooking, he brings the energy drinks and wake up spells, if you’re going through something rough then he’s going with you. Barbs is having a tough time at work? Time to prepare the snuggle fort. You’ve been studying too much? He’ll quiz you then make you take a nap. Best cheerleader.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Barbatos requires some form of routine because of his work. He, unfortunately, can’t just wake up and say he is going to go to a movie that day. The rare times he does have a day off he makes sure there is a plan for the day. If you and Solomon planned a surprise, that’s fine he won’t ask you just need to tell him to keep the day free of plans. Within the relationship he doesn’t need to try new things but he always is up for whatever you want.

Spontaneous. He’ll plan when he needs to actually get work done but when he doesn’t, it could be a day of just doing nothing for hours before he decides he wants to surprise Barbs at work or you at HoL. He likes to try new things in the relationship, he is up to try almost anything but there are a few things he won’t do.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Barbatos knows you both like the back of his hand if you let him. He’s very observant and knows how to tell when you two aren’t happy and when you two are having the best days of your lives. He knows how to read you well but he isn’t very empathetic. He knows what to do when he sees a certain look on your face and he know exactly how to make both you and Solomon fee better. He’ll listen and tell you what he thinks you need to hear.

Solomon is the empathetic one. He doesn’t recognize when you or Barbs are sad by looking at you, he knows by talking to you. He’s able to hear it in your tone or how you two are speaking. When you vent to him he knows exactly what to say to make you feel better and cries with you. But he knows exactly how to make you and Barbs feel better in every situation.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You and Solomon mean everything to Barbatos. He doesn’t have to be anyone special or any kind of butler for you two, he can just be himself and not be afraid to ask for something he wants. He has to admit that sometimes he needs to put work first and he feels incredibly bad about it. However if it’s an emergency he doesn’t hesitate to tell Diavolo he has to leave and rushes to you two as fast as he can.

Solomon adores your two. He puts his relationship with you two first more often than he puts most other things. He doesn’t let it distract from his goals and dreams but you two become a part of that dream that he isn’t willing to compromise.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Barbatos secretly loves being in the middle of you and Solomon. He love being held by you to Solomon behind him and then having one of you in his arms or be snuggled in your chest. He’s warm and relaxed and safe.

Solomon takes you two ice skating on a date once. If you don’t know how he will very happily teach you because he was also the one to teach Barbatos how much fun ice skating is.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He isn’t big on PDA. If you come up and kiss him he will happily kiss back and if you initiate affection then he isn’t going to push you away, unless he is in the middle of cooking at work and Solomon is trying to steal him away. In private he will always reciprocate affection but at first has a hard time initiating it in fear you don’t want him to be affectionate. He does love to snuggle though.

Solomon just wants to constantly hold hands or have an arm around you both. He loves getting kisses from you and Barbs and loves holding the two of you in his arms even more. Sometimes if you’re busy and Barbs is cooking he will help one of you with whatever task you’re trying to complete just so he can have your attention faster.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

When Barbs is missing you he is slightly extra affectionate towards Solomon. When he is missing Solomon he is slightly more affectionate towards you. When he misses both of you? He’s too busy trying to distract his mind with his work and the task at hand. He will also remind himself that it won’t be long until he sees the two of you so it’s going to be okay. If he isn’t able to see you two for a few days then he just tries to focus on his work even more.

Solomon doesn’t like to miss you. When he misses either of you he just goes to see you. If he is busy or trying to focus on something that needs to get done he’ll get as much of it done as he can before he needs to at least call you. He’ll call you if you’re not in class and just start up a conversation about anything, listening to your voice as he finishes what he was working on before. If Barbatos is at work he will send him something flirty or funny, something he knows will get a reaction out of Barbs even if he doesn’t text back.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Barbatos aims to please. If you or Solomon want to do something or see something or try something or just want something, he does his best to make it happen. If there is a problem or a fight he is usually the one to diffuse the situation and make things better. There have been rare times where he has gotten overwhelmed and just didn’t know what to do and then he just tries to get everyone apart to cool off and collect themselves. However sometimes Solomon wants to take the mischief a little too far and Barbs has to real you two back in.

Solomon adores both you and Barbs so he does what he can. If an argument breaks out he does his best to remain calm and try to just talk instead of yelling. He tries to make you both feel special and makes sure you both know how much he cares but he stays firm on his boundaries. He knows how far he is and isn’t willing to go on certain things and you’re going to need to be persuasive if you want to change his mind. While his boundaries aren’t loose, they are open so if you suggest something he’s probably going to be fine with it.

Oh my goodness, thank you guys so much and I’m thrilled you enjoy what I write! I hope you liked this, sorry if Solomon sees a little too high energy it was a challenge writing him but I think I’m gettin gn better at it! Have an amazing unbirthday everyone and I hope you sleep well!

[stillebesat]

The Sweater

Cartoon Therapy: Emile Sanders Shorts: Remy (Sleep)  Sanders Sides: Janus  Blurb: Emile had said he was making a sweater for a friend. Only he neglected to tell Remy that this friend wasn’t exactly...well...human. Fic Type: General, NotQuiteHuman!AU, Kid!Janus Overall Fic Warnings: Extra Limbs, Implied Child Abandonment Taglist in Reblog 

“You didn’t have to come.”

Remy flinched at the unexpected rumble from the towering man walking next to him. After three days spent with Emile, he was sure that he would have such a reaction under control sooner rather than later...so long as the dude stopped speaking up out of the blue like this that is. 

Emile licked his lips, adjusting his glasses as he held the tissue wrapped package closer to his chest. “Really.” 

Remy took a sip from his Starbucks cup, savoring the warmth of the hot chocolate in the chill evening air, glad that the snow had stopped falling for a glacier minute. “Gurl.” He looked up over the rims of his sunglasses and smirked, again trying to not take it to heart that this guy was a good hulking foot taller than him. “I soo did. With all the blood, sweat, and tears I put into helping you--you owe me this at least.”

It wasn’t everyday that he walked into the room reserved for teaching beginners how to be dressmakers in search of an extra spool of green thread to find this unexpectedly gentle giant awkwardly hunched over the sewing machine attempting to make….something.

He’d heard the term bull in a china shop before, but Remy had never felt the term applicable to anyone until he saw Emile. He’d been sure one wrong twitch of his dinner plate sized hands would mean bye bye sewing machine. 

Of course, after getting the big guy to spill the beans and admit that he’d been trying to make a sweater for a ‘friend’ by threatening to kick him out of the sewing lab for being there outside hours; Remy had learned that just like the Mythbusters had proven, despite Emile’s wrestling sized figure, he was just as delicate as the bull in the episode had been. His large fingers were far more dexterous -if prone to being pricked by needles- than Remy had expected of the guy who could probably crush a watermelon with his bare hands. 

But that didn’t mean he’d leave this amateur to his own devices. No Ma’am! Not after he’d seen the pitiful first attempt of something that could have been a sweater fit for a large teddy bear or maybe a small child, Remy had delegated himself as Emile’s pseudo teacher if only to ensure no sewing machines ended up crushed into teacups. 

He needn’t have worried though. Emile had a soft touch. 

The big guy bit his lip, keeping his eyes firmly straight ahead in a way that told Remy he didn’t want to make eye contact. 

That was probably wise for him because Remy could pull a mean puppy dog look when he wanted to. He’d received more than his fair share of drinks on the house from it and he could and would use those eyes against Emile if he thought it would help his case.

Emile exhaled, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I just--I don’t know if--if Stitch will like...well...strangers. He’s very shy.” 

Stitch. Like the alien from that kids movie. 

Kids movies that Emile was rather obsessed with once he opened that particular can of gummy worms though Remy was sure he was only beginning to uncover that massive iceberg of an interest. This intimidating mountain of a man had morphed into quite the giant nerdy softie when it came to him talking about his cartoons.  

Maybe that was why the sweater had been comically small. Of course, getting the proper sizing for this gift from Emile had been rather...like pulling teeth. It had taken a full hour of wheedling before Emile had admitted that he was only guessing at the size he needed for this...friend.  

“Sugarbee.” Remy shook his head. “If he likes you I don’t see how little--” and it galled him that he had to call himself little because he was a good five foot eleven inches thank you very much. “Old me would frighten him away.” 

Emile shrugged a shoulder, fingers brushing the string on the package. “He’s just...I don’t want to scare him. I barely have any trust with him as it is and if I bring someone new--” 

Remy rolled his eyes, flexing his fingers around his cooling cup. It was like the guy was talking about a feral dog and not a person. “Trust me, babes. I ain’t gonna scare him.”

The sweater on the other hand?

That was less certain.

Because it had to be the strangest one ever created. 

Like Remy had seen his fair share of Ugly Sweaters over the years.

But this one would probably take the cake if only for the fact that Emile had insisted that said sweater have six arms.

After having to figure out the logistics of that particular snag, and after doing most of the sewing of those extra arms himself, there was no way Remy wasn’t seeing the reaction of this ‘Stitch’ kid to this particular present.

Maybe the dude just liked pretending to be the alien and Emile was humoring him. 

Regardless, Remy wanted to make sure that said monstrosity actually fit. It was a good eighty-two percent of his work after all and he prided himself on his garments fitting perfectly. 

Emile exhaled, still avoiding eye contact. “Just...stay behind me okay?” 

Remy gulped the last of his hot chocolate, tossing the cup into a nearby trash can as he followed Emile around the corner into a tree filled snow covered park. “Three steps back. Got it, Princess.” 

Though seriously, if Stitch wasn’t afraid of Emile, towering giant that he was, he highly doubted his presence would be an issue.

Remy shoved his hands into his pockets, letting the big guy move ahead to cut a swath through the untouched snow like a snowplow on a highway towards a huge pine tree in an out of the way corner that had branches all the way down to the ground, hiding the trunk completely from view. It was an odd spot to meet a ‘friend.’ Especially since said friend had apparently not arrived yet. 

Remy exhaled, hunching his shoulders. “Looks like we’re early.” He commented, glancing around the park, seeing no one else. Which made sense. It was nearly sunset. It was cold. The sky had a dark enough overcast that he was sure it would start snowing again any second. Who in their right mind would be out right now?

“We’re not.” Emile said, glancing over his shoulder. “Remember. Stay back.” He again cautioned before he knelt, letting out a soft three pitch whistle. “Stitch?” He called softly. “Hey buddy, it’s me, Emile. I--I brought you something.” 

Remy frowned, staring at the silent tree. “Did you actually have me help you make a sweater for a mutant squirrel?” That or Emile had a screw loose and he’d just spent three days making a monstrosity of a sweater for an imaginary friend. “Shh!” Emile hissed before again whistling at the tree. “Stitch? It’s okay. This is Remy. He’s a…”

Remy raised an eyebrow as Emile bit his lip, glancing back at him. 

“He’s a friend, he won’t hurt you.” The big guy edged another foot closer, hand brushing the tips of the pine needles sending snow showering down off the branches. “Please come out? I--we brought you something.” 

The pine tree remained silent.

Remy shoved his hands deeper in his pockets, regretting more that he’d drunk all his hot chocolate. “Maybe he’s not home.” Everyone who was anyone in their right mind would be anywhere but outside in this weather.

“Maybe you’re scaring him.” Emile snapped back before wincing. “Ah...could you like...kneel down? Please.” 

Remy scoffed. Him? Scaring the imaginary friend? If Emile wasn’t scary then Remy definitely wasn’t scary either. “And freeze to death?” He asked, awkwardly crouching on his heels. His designer shoes were already feeling the damp chill of the snow working its way in to soak his socks, there was no way he would allow his knees to experience the same torment. 

“Stitch?” Emile pleaded, again whistling as he edged closer. “Stitch.” 

They were gonna be out here until midnight at this point. “Come on, Stitcharoo.” He said ignoring the big guy’s frantic hissing to shut up. “I’m friendly. Emile is friendly. We’re all friendily freezing here so how about you come out an--” Remy cut off as the branches rustled. 

A single yellow eye peered out at them, glinting in the fading sunlight. 

Okay. Imaginary friend out. Mutant feral squirrel back in.

“Meal?” A shaky voice asked. A young shaky voice.

Ooohhh Goodie. Remy pressed his lips together, fighting the way his heart had jumped into his throat. Freaking talking mutant feral squirrel. It had better be a mutant squirrel because if there was a freaking child living in this tree in the middle of a freaking snow storm--

Emile visibly sagged with relief. “Hey Stitch, buddy. You okay?” 

The eye gave a slow blink. “C-c-cold.” 

“Aren’t we all.” Remy muttered, glad that his sunglasses protected him from whatever baleful glare the creature was casting on him now. He gave a two fingered wave. “I’m freezing too, buckaroo.” 

“Remy.”

“What?” 

Emile gave him the patented Will you shut up look that would have made any mother proud. 

Remy made a face. “You never said I couldn’t talk.” He was still behind him wasn’t he? He was crouching in the freaking snow freezing his toes off. He should be allowed to talk to the glowing eye that had better not be a child living in the tree in the middle of winter! 

Emile exhaled, before pulling off the string on the present, unwrapping the black and yellow sweater. “Remy and I made you this, Stitch. To help with the cold.” He said, holding it out in all its six-armed glory. 

A soft gasp came from the tree as the yellow eye opened wide. “Me?” 

“Yah, kiddo.” Emile said, nodding. “Can I help you put it on?”

The branches shifted, the yellow eye glancing to Remy before vanishing. 

Sugarbee hadn’t been kidding when he said his friend was shy. 

“C-cold.” The voice whispered from somewhere within the tree. “Meal. Safe?” 

Remy fought the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose, anger burning in his chest. They’d be out here all night at this rate. “Yah, honeysuckle, you’re safe. Let Emile put the sweater on you okay? I’ll stay right here.” There was no one else in the park. Who would leave a child out here alone! One that had apparently been out here for a while if previous conversations with Emile were anything to go by. 

The branches didn’t move.

Perfect.

“Stitch.” Emile whispered, slowly lowering the sweater, stretching out a hand to the branches. “Please? You’re cold, let me help you this time.”

Remy frowned again, poking Emile in the back. “This time?”

Emile flinched. “He--ah...he hasn’t actually let me...touch him? Before. This is the closest I’ve gotten.” 

Oh for the love of! Remy shot to his feet. “Gurl!” 

The big guy was there, a plate sized hand on his chest holding him back and radiating heat like the sun, before he could take a step. “I said he was shy.” Emile said, eyes wide and pleading. “Don’t. Scare. Him.”

Ah huh. And in the process of not scaring him they were just going to have this mysterious friend freeze to death because there would be no way a simple sweater would help the kid survive the night! Remy growled trying to move around Emile, but it was like trying to move around a mountain. “The sound of that voice tells me that’s a child, Sugarbee. A FREAKING CHILD and you’re just letting him stay here.”

“He doesn’t trust humans!” 

That pulled him up short. “Humans.” Remy repeated, lowering his sunglasses. “HUMANS? Is he not human, Emile?” If this was an actual real life Stitch then--then!! 

Emile had the grace to look embarrassed. “I--I---uhh--” 

Remy threw up his hands. He would burn that particular bridge when he got there, But right now, he needed to see this ‘not human’ child and make sure he was safe. Remy ducked under Emile’s arm, scooping up the sweater in the process. “Hey Stitcharoo.” He said crouching at the base of the tree branches, ignoring the frantic warnings hissing like a teapot behind him as he pulled off his sunglasses, hanging them from the collar of his jacket. “It’s gonna snow again, tonight. You know. Get colder? Freeze. And my buddy here is like this giant heating blanket and wants to keep you warm. You’ll like the warm. I promise it’s--”

He froze as a child’s pale hand, nearly tinged blue, popped out of the tree, visibly shaking as it poked his cheek before jerking back out of sight. 

“It’s--it’s--I uhh Hi?” Remy stuttered out, brain trying to process what had just happened as he rubbed the spot the child had touched. 

Surely. Surely, he hadn’t seen what he thought he’d seen. There hadn’t been glittering scales on that hand. No. No trick of the light. Maybe it was cosmetic? Part of a costume?

The branches rustled before two hands, two scaled covered left hands, parted them, revealing a child’s face half covered in scales, peering back at him. “Hi.” The kid said, eyes -one golden, one a regular brown- shifting to Emile as he knelt down next to Remy before focusing on Remy himself. “Safe?”

“I--” Remy blinked before nodding dumbly as a third hand, a right hand with no scales on the pale skin this time, reached out to Emile’s ginormous hand. 

Suddenly Emile’s insistence that there needed to be six arms made a lot more sense. If Remy had already seen three hands, surely that could mean that there were three more still hidden out of sight. 

“You’re safe.” Emile said, gently taking the boy’s hand and squeezing it. 

The boy bit his lip before he surged forward straight into Emile’s chest. “Wa-warm.” He whispered, multiple hands gripping onto his coat as snow from the branches above showered down on top of them.

Remy tsked, quickly shaking off the white powder, heart pounding like a drum as he took in the ragged state of the kid’s clothes, the so called ‘sweater’ he currently wore was barely worth the name, only having two proper arms and four more holes in the sides for the--for the, Gee Manetti, the kid actually had six arms!!!! as Emile pulled open his tent of a jacket to wrap around the boy. 

“I got you. I got you.” Emile soothed as he scooped Stitch--Remy really hoped that wasn’t his actual name--into his lap, getting his bare feet out of the snow. 

The boy visibly shivered, tucking his toes -normal human toes beyond the left set being more scaled- into the crease between Emile’s shirt and pants. 

Remy bit back a growl. No shoes. Barely any clothes. Some welcome to Earth this kid got. Just because he had six freaking arms didn’t mean that the boy deserved to be abandoned! Even Superman had had a willing farm couple to look after him! 

“I hope you know he is not staying here.” Remy softly scolded, moving cautiously closer. Despite his misgivings about exposing the boy to the weather, he pulled Emile’s coat away so he could get his divine gift of a sweater onto the kid, a difficult feat as Stitch had practically glued himself against Emile’s side. 

The boy made a sound of protest, but didn’t fight him, eyes barely open as he watched Remy finagle the sweater over the rags he currently wore. 

It was pathetic. The boy was practically skin and bones! Remy could feel each individual rib as he tugged the fabric over him for crying out loud! Not to mention the arms themselves were practically sticks! This kid had been neglected for some time. It was--it was---Remy did growl. No one should have to live like this! 

“If you aren’t taking him home with you, by golly I will bring him to my place.” He said, pulling each sleeve over the boy’s ice cold hands. “Crofters! Emile, he needs another three sweaters, new pants, socks, SHOES, mittens--no no gloves. Probably gloves. This isn’t RIGHT!” The boy was COLD. His scales were like ice. How he wasn’t dead yet from hypothermia or frostbite was a mystery but No Ma’am was the kid gonna spend another night out here. “He needs soup, hot chocolate, a warm water bottle, a heated blanket a--”

“I know.” 

Remy jerked his head up at Emile’s quiet words. “Well. Good.” He pulled off his coat so he could slip his own sweater over his head and use it to create some temporary pants for the kid, until he could find something better. At least the boy had two normal legs so he could stuff one into each sleeve. 

“Do--” Emile cleared his throat, keeping his eyes firmly on Stitch’s hair. “Do you...have a place for him?”

Remy blinked as he slipped his own coat back on. “Do I---of course I do--do you not?!��� What had he been planning to do once he got the boy to trust him? Leave him here?

Emile flushed, ducking his head.

Okay. Okay. He took a calming breath as the boy dropped two of his hands down to grab one of Remy’s in a tight grip, golden eye practically glowing as it flickered between him and Emile. “Rephrase. Do you have a place to stay yourself, Em?” 

“Not one safe for him.” Came the soft response. “I...it’s barely safe for me.” 

Barely safe for a guy who could feasibly dead lift a car? Punch a hole in concrete? He’d have to unpack the meaning of that particular admission some other time. Right after he had time to process that this kid had six freaking arms and was either an actual alien or escaped mutant experiment of some sort. 

“Right.” Remy exhaled, running his free hand through his hair. “Right. First. We get you both back to my place. Second. Get him warm and fed.” Maybe to a doctor--did he even know any doctors who could handle this?! “Third. Figure out living arrangements. Capiche?” Oh and Fourth. Figure out the boy’s actual name or give him a cooler one because no way would he be continuing to call him Stitch. 

That was a simple enough list right? Just four things. Nothing complicated about that. 

Emile blinked, adjusting his glasses. “But you don’t know me.”

Remy scoffed, squeezing the boy’s hands. Sure three days haraunanging the guy on how to properly thread a bobbin wasn’t a normal way to invite someone to be your roommate, but it wasn’t the worst way either. “I don’t know the kid either, Em. But I do know that he needs a home and if you need one too then you’ve got one with me.” The dude had a good heart. He’d been attempting to make a sweater instead of buying one and poking holes in it for crying out loud. 

“I--uh--” Emile cleared his throat. “Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it.” At least not until he got them all out of the cold. Then they could talk.

The kid shivered again, tightening his grip on their hands. “Safe?” He whispered, resting his head against Emile’s chest, eyes flickering between them both. 

Safe? There was no question about it. Not with another snowstorm coming. Not when Remy desperately itched to pull out all his extra fabric from his sewing closet to throw onto the kid just to give him a proper, better fitting outfit. “Of course, honeysuckle.” He said, pulling the tent of a coat that Emile wore back over the boy to protect him from the cold. “We’ll keep you safe.” He looked up, meeting Emile’s eyes, smirking as he found acceptance there. “We promise.”