#don’t get me wrong I would kiss this woman absolutely silly

[lovely-delphine]

There is something honest-to-gods slightly maddening and fantastic about going from relationships that are so deeply focused on sex-as-intimacy and other forms of intimacy being rejected or looked down upon as lower or not as important to…basically the opposite of that. My previous partners were so obsessed with fucking me that they both ended up assaulting me, among other forms of mistreatment.

With my ex-boyfriend, any form of intimacy outside of sex or physical intimacy was ignored, he didn’t care. That relationship didn’t last long for a variety of reasons, though the multiple extremely violent SAs was the main one.

With my ex-wife, it was more complicated. It was like she understood my love languages were things like gift-giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, and physical touch…but only seemed to focus on the last one because that was the only one that also aligned with her. The only time I ever really felt like she even wanted me around was when physical touch was involved.

With my current girlfriend it feels a bit like the tables are turned completely around. It’s not that physical affection isn’t desired, but it’s not set upon a pedestal as the only form of love or intimacy that can be expressed. Making a cup of tea for one another is a quiet “I love you.” Talking about our interests for quite literally hours is a soft “I adore watching you speak, please don’t stop.” Enjoying a rainstorm side by side is an unspoken “I would not want to be anywhere but here, with you.” Not feeling ashamed to act silly in front of her gives me freedom to be myself rather than a meticulously curated version of myself that I’ve had to put out for partners in the past just for them to even give half of a fuck about me. Giving a thoughtful gift to her and seeing a reaction that elicits so much joy in me I nearly explode makes me feel like the effort I put into finding such a thing was worth that moment of her receiving it. I’ve never had a partner who could make me flustered just by calling me darling or kissing my hand. I’ve never had a partner where every single “I love you” feels real and full of truth, rather than hollow and just something you say to your partner because that’s what you do. Every hand hold and gentle kiss feels incredibly meaningful and special.

And sure, maybe it’s the newness of the relationship and eventually the sparkles and butterflies will settle down and these acts will become more comfortable, but even still I do not think they will lose their meaning because every action she does is with intention, she’s not going to lie or humor me to make me happier. She’s not afraid of letting me know her limits, and I don’t feel afraid to let her know mine. It’s refreshing to have a partner who REALLY understands that intimacy doesn’t only equal physical acts and it shows so fucking much in everything she does and says to me. It’s also a bit mind blowing because I’ve not had a relationship like this. There’s never a feeling like I’m beneath her. Even if I was physically beneath her (😳) I would still feel like I was her equal.

I know it’s bare minimum and sad as shit to be like “wow! A partner that respects me! This is amazing!” But that’s where I’m at. And…I am so thankful for her, for showing me what it is like to be loved right. Thank you, my love(s).

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BOY NEXT DOOR 8 - ( c.s )

part seven

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- ANGST! it’s just fluff and angst get ready baby

a/n: hellllooooooooo sorry everything takes me fucking forever to write but i am once again back hehe i truly hope you enjoy

despite what many people might think, chris has never been on a proper date in his life. and it’s silly to admit, considering he’s hung out with women in so so many different contexts, but it’s never been formal like that.

he swears he’s never even said the word out loud, as if he was scared of getting infected with real feelings, scared of things getting too serious. so he vowed there would be no flowers, no fancy dinners, no romance. just pure physical connections.

and it stayed that way for so long that he figured it would never change. he’d be a bachelor forever, hopping from girl to girl, showing them no more vulnerability than a simple smile.

then he met you, got to know you, and that mindset disappeared. the fear of being blindsided is still there, nestled somewhere deep in the trenches of his heart.

but to him, you’re worth the potential heartbreak.

so when he shows up at your doorstep with a bouquet of tulips saturday afternoon, it’s a bit of a surprise for the both of you, though not an unwelcome one.

“there’s my pretty girl.” chris smiles, trying desperately to play off his nerves.

my pretty girl. the words ring through your head like a church bell, and even though it’s embarrassing, you’re unable to stop beaming at him.

“what are you doing here?” you ask curiously as he hands the flowers over.

he swallows thickly, shoving his now-freed hands in his pockets. “i wanted to ask you out. on, like, a real date.”

for a moment you think you’ve heard him wrong, or that this must be some kind of prank. in what world would chris sturniolo, infamous playboy, be throwing in the towel and dating? let alone dating you?

but his face remains eerily serious. you can tell he’s a little anxious by the way he’s shuffling his feet, which is endearing. you’re not sure he’s ever done this before, and yet it's the sweetest gesture.

you’re pleasantly shocked by the happiness that’s washing over your body, and as much as you don’t want to give into it, it’s almost impossible not to.

“i think i can definitely squeeze that into my calendar.” you grin.

he visibly relaxes, chuckling slightly at your response as he shakes his head. “next time i’ll schedule it with your secretary.”

the fact that he said next time almost makes you freeze, but you play it off without skipping a beat. your heart is doing backflips, so you clutch the flowers and try to contain it.

“you know the drill, i’m a busy woman.” you shrug playfully.

“be ready by seven?” it’s a question more than a request, because he’s not fully confident that you actually are free.

“yeah,” you nod, stepping closer to give him a kiss of reassurance, “i’ll see you then.”

even feeling your lips on his for a second drives chris absolutely crazy. but there’s plenty of time for that later. right now he’s the perfect gentleman, the guy you deserve.

“oh my god, is it seven already?” ramona checks her watch from the couch, completely in a daze.

she's been religiously rewatching her favorite show, swearing that it inspires her to work on the project she’s been procrastinating. you know she’s too invested for that to be true, but you can’t blame her.

“it’s time indeed.” you nod, slipping your feet into your knee highs.

“oh my gosh, you look so good!” she gushes, popping up from her spot to come wrap you in a hug.

mona barely gives you time to fully zip up your shoes, and you both almost go toppling. you can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, straightening up so you can hold her back.

“jesus, you could’ve given me one more second.” you tease as you pull away.

“sorry, cuteness aggression. i think i’m just too excited for you.” she apologizes, even though she knows you’re not actually angry.

“i’m happy you approve.”

it’s the truth; having both of your roommates’ support means the world to you. especially since you’re falling for him, which is terrifying on its own.

you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this serious about a guy, but it feels so good.

ramona smiles right as the doorbell rings, and you hear cassidy come bounding down the stairs. she looks bewildered, definitely startled awake from her nap, and you can’t help but laugh.

“he’s here! and damn, you look sexy bitch.” she says, joining the two of you by the living room.

you smile as she pushes you forward slightly, shaking your head. “you guys are embarrassing me.”

“payback for the millions of times you’ve done it to us.” cass snaps back playfully.

ramona rolls her eyes, waving you to continue to the door as she tugs her counterpart into the kitchen. “no fighting, go have fun! we love you!”

you let out a breath, squaring your shoulders and raising your chin as you step toward the door. you’re more nervous than you expected to be, but when you pull open the door it’s like you immediately relax.

seeing chris dressed up in a quarter zip and those ripped jeans you adore on him makes your heart swell. the easy-going expression on his face calms your anxiety almost instantly.

you see his own eyes travel down to your exposed legs, covered only by your favorite little black skirt. your off-the-shoulder long sleeve is hidden slightly by your leather jacket, bold makeup accentuating your features.

he feels like he’s suffocating, seeing you look this good knowing it’s all for him. that you’re almost his. he wants to taste you, to ruin your lipgloss just to feel you on his mouth.

“you look…unreal.” he breathes, offering you his hand as you step out to join him on the front step.

“you look pretty great too.” you admit sheepishly, and he gives you a gentle kiss because he can’t help it.

you chuckle under your breath as he pulls away, wiping the gloss from his mouth with your thumb gently. chris just smiles, kissing the pad of your finger briefly before tangling his hand in yours.

“come on, we can’t be late to our first official dinner reservation.” chris urges as he leads you to his car.

he’s embarrassingly giddy as he holds the passenger door open, and you hop inside happily. it’s become one of your favorite spots, riding around next to him with his hand on your thigh.

tonight is no different. his thumb brushes against your skin reassuringly as you hum under your breath, watching chris drive out of the corner of your eye.

he’s just so handsome, especially right now. you’ve always known that, but it’s different. you care about him so much that just looking at his face kind of makes your day, as horrifyingly honest as that is.

you can’t help but smile to yourself, and he pulls into the parking lot of a fancy little restaurant a few moments later.

“i’ve always wanted to try this place, you know. i just never had the right occasion.” you admit as chris helps you back out of the car.

he laughs slightly, hand snaking its way to your waist after he closes the door behind you. “i haven’t either, but you’re the only worthy occasion i can imagine.”

you feel your cheeks heat up slightly. “stop flattering me, i know you just want to get lucky after we’re done.”

“i want a lot more than that, sweetheart.” chris replies truthfully, kind of enjoying letting his mouth run. he’s held his feelings in so much lately that it’s nice to just be honest.

meanwhile you’re desperately trying not to read into his words too much, but at this point it’s hard not to. it seems like he truly does like you, and for the first time in your life you might actually see a future with someone.

once you’re inside, the hostess guides you to a nice booth in the corner, smiling sweetly at chris as she leaves. it doesn’t matter; he’s got his hand in yours, and he’s not looking at anyone besides you as you sit down.

“quit staring at me like that.” you tease, even though you’re only half-joking.

chris tilts his head to the side, smirking at you like he can read your mind. “why, does it make you nervous?”

“no.” you lie, and he just shakes his head like he doesn’t believe you.

your waiter saves you a moment later and you order your drinks; a beer for him and a margarita for you. by the time they’re on the table, you and chris are already deep in your usual random conversation.

it’s impossible to stop looking into his eyes as you chat, your foot bumping against his as you both lean forward towards each other. his fingers dance across the top of your hand, simply because he’s unable to go more than a minute without physical contact, especially when you look so gorgeous.

you’re halfway through the actual meal when you’re finally forced to excuse yourself and use the bathroom, even though you don’t want to leave for even a minute.

“don’t miss me too much.” you joke, sliding out of your side of the booth to give him a quick kiss.

“you know i will.” he smiles as you pull away, watching you head toward the restroom with hearts in his eyes.

looking at yourself in the mirror once you’re done only confirms what you already knew; you’re having the best first date ever. your reflection smiles at you as you wash your hands, so wrapped up in your own head that you barely notice the girl who comes up beside you until she clears her throat.

startled, you glance her direction, only to find that she’s already staring right at you. your stomach bottoms out as your body fills with dread for a reason you’re not yet sure of.

“uh…can i help you?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light and friendly.

she flips her long brown hair over her shoulder, cat-like eyes narrowing just a bit. “so, you’re chris’s little plaything, huh?”

you try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it simply won’t go away. “that depends on who’s asking.”

the girl scoffs, turning away from you just a bit so that she can reapply her lipstick in the mirror. “the girl who fucked him three weeks ago when you walked out, that’s who’s asking.”

the acidic taste of bile fills your mouth, and you suddenly feel like you’re going to throw up. your ears ring and the world shrinks, like there’s no air left to breathe.

how the fuck does she even know that? did he talk to her about you? your mind is spiraling out of control, thinking about every single aspect of that fateful morning.

you see her smile sharply at your reaction, satisfied that she’s caught you off guard. it’s impossible to compose yourself, though, because everything is coming crashing down.

“c’mon babe, you thought he really liked you? he didn’t even wait twenty-four hours to get on top of me.”

“he wouldn’t.” you whisper, even though you know that’s not the truth.

this time she actually barks out a laugh, tossing her tube of lipstick back in her bag before turning to face you once more. it doesn’t help that she’s undeniably gorgeous, exactly his type.

“he would, and he did. but if you don’t believe me, just ask him. mention the name daniela and you’ll see for yourself.” she says, fixing her hair one more time before stepping around you to get to the door.

you hear it slam behind her, still rooted in the same place, unable to move. you don’t want to believe it, but she was speaking with such certainty that you’re already convinced.

tears sting your eyes like salt in the wound. your face is no longer filled with the cheerfulness it possessed a few moments ago; now you just look crestfallen. but you won’t give in to your emotions yet, not without confirmation.

you don’t want to face chris, but you know you have to. so you send your roommates an SOS text to ensure you have a ride home, and then you steel yourself to go back.

you have no idea where daniela went, but it doesn’t matter because you don’t look anywhere but straight ahead as you walk. your whole body is tingling, entirely on the verge of breaking down as you find your way to the table.

not yet, not yet, not yet.

the second his face lights up at your return, you want to crumble. he looks so sweet, the boy you thought had finally changed for you. but then he notes your tight expression, and a frown replaces the grin.

you don’t sit down. you just blink at him for a second, trying to force the words out. you’re silent until he opens his mouth to speak, which finally empowers you enough to cut him off.

“tell me about daniela.”

he straightens uncomfortably at the mention of her name, which already gives you your answer. your heart twists, so much so that it physically hurts inside your chest.

“what?” chris responds, staring at you dumbly.

“did you or did you not sleep with a girl named daniela a day after me?” you ask as calmly as possible, ignoring the fact that your fingernails are digging into the skin of your palm.

his face somehow contorts to look even more grim, and you shake your head slowly. a smile of disbelief makes its way across your lips, which you suppose is better than sobbing.

“yeah, i’m done here.” you snap, yanking your jacket and purse up before turning on your heel.

“please—” his hand circles your wrist and you yank it away without a second thought, not caring if anyone sees.

you just keep walking. everything is completely numb at this point. it doesn’t even feel like you’re in your own body, you’re just moving. the fresh air hits you as you step outside and you inhale the cold, letting it shock you awake a bit.

you unravel your jacket from your arms and put it on as you book it through the parking lot, only to realize that you’re shaking.

the double doors burst open behind you, and you hear him shouting your name, but you still don’t stop. his heavy footsteps increase in pace, and you make it to the sidewalk just outside the restaurant when he finally catches up.

“please, just give me the chance to explain.” chris begs, once again reaching for your hand to try and slow you down.

you stop, only to shove him away from you with a surprising burst of power. he let’s go, but he’s still looking at you desperately as if it’s not black and white.

“there’s nothing to explain. in fact, this is exactly why i fucking hated you so much to begin with, why i was so hesitant to let myself believe that you could actually feel something for anyone besides yourself. you made me look like an idiot, thinking that you’d changed at all.” you lash out, unable to control the rage spilling out of your mouth.

he winces, visibly hurt from your words, but he powers through anyways. “i immediately knew i made a huge mistake, and even though i did it thinking it would make me feel better, it made everything worse. when you left that morning i thought it was over for me, and it hurt in a way that i’ve never felt before because i really fucking care about you.”

you snort, crossing your arms over you chest defensively. “yeah, well, you’re doing a fabulous job at showing it. i mean seriously, chris, do you know how fucking horrible that was? to find out from the girl herself because you couldn’t be bothered to at least be honest? and now you expect me to believe anything you say when in reality your words mean shit.”

chris feels you slipping from his fingers, so quickly that he doesn’t know how to stop it, or how to get you to trust what he’s saying. it’s a type of distress that he’s never been through before, because he’s never gotten attached.

“i know i fucked up, and i know i should’ve never even responded to her in the first place. i don’t have the right to ask you to trust me, but i need you to know that it didn’t mean anything to me.” he pleads, unable to keep the emotion out of his voice now.

you feel your eyes burning again as you meet his gaze, and you’re not sure if it’s hurt or frustration making you cry.

“it means something to me. i put my faith in you enough to go all the way, to let my guard down this past month and admit to myself that i do have feelings for you. and now i look just as stupid as everyone told me i would, even though i really did trust you so much. i thought things were different, that you wouldn’t dare do that to me.” you’re choking on your tears as you speak, and all he wants to do is reach out and wipe them away but he can’t.

you take a step back, almost instinctively. “but you did, and now it’s over.”

chris feels his whole world stop for a second. he takes in every inch of your heartbroken face; eyes wide and red, tears streaking down your cheeks as you hold yourself in your own arms.

he hates himself so much, more than he ever has in his life, for destroying things with the only person that matters. especially on a night that was supposed to be so special.

“i’m begging you not to do this. i’m so, so sorry that i ruined your confidence in me, but it’s only ever been you. you live in my thoughts, in my dreams, in every single goddamn place i go. and it took me way too long to say it, but i want to be with you so badly that it kills me. you know this is real, and i will do anything to prove it to you.” he takes a step closer, but you move away and put your hand up as a warning.

it’s everything you’ve been wanting him to tell you, but it’s too late. you don’t know how to forgive him yet, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to forget.

“i can’t, chris. i just…i don’t know anymore.” you sound so defeated, but you don’t care.

by the grace of god, your friends pull up at the exact right moment to save you. cass throws her hazards on and stops the car, glaring bullets at him through the glass as she waits for you to get in.

you’re done talking for now, and chris recognizes that. there’s nothing he can do or say to take it back, and as much as he wants to keep trying, it’ll only push you even further. so he nods his head once solemnly, vision beginning to blur as he takes all of you in one last time.

you’re the girl of his dreams, and he’s absolutely fucked it.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he repeats as you pile into the backseat, unable to conjure up any words besides those ones.

it registers in your head, but you don’t respond. you can’t even look at him anymore, because it’s too hard to think about what could have been. so you close the door hard, determined to shut him out of your life for good this time.

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Mindless Touch

Request: Hook and morgie Seperate x Fem!chubby reader who is insecure? - Anon

Morgie le Fay x Chubby! Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Find Hook's half of this request here.

Summary: Morgie hadn’t meant to upset her, he just wanted his hands on what’s his, so why did she react that way?

Warnings: Body Image issues, mentions of body shaming, she teasingly (and playfully) slut shames Hook but it’s okay he likes it, reader's insecurity makes Morgie get insecure, he's a touch possessive but it's in a sweet way not a toxic way, minor use of pet names, he gets really touchy idk I'm just in a silly goofy mood.

Word Count: 1.7K

    She just looked so pretty, his adoring eyes were nearly glued to her. Morgie could watch her for hours, drinking up every curve of her body and every little motion she made. Heavenly, godly even, and his, thankfully all his. Standing over there laughing with his roommate, eyes twinkling as her shoulders bounce with the sound. Lord knows what the pirate had said but Morgie damn near wanted to thank him for it, hearing her melodic laughter fill the hideout like that. One of her hands comes up to hold the elbow on her other arm, the girl’s thumb rubbing over her own exposed flesh. Shaking her head as she responds to whatever it was that made her laugh, the softest look on her face. It was as if she was one of them, a VK in her own right despite that fairytale wonderland upbringing the girl had. So natural, relaxing in the energy around her. 

   Tired of doing nothing more than watch his lover, the boy gets up making way to the duo in a silent, slinking way. A lazy grin on his face that Hook reciprocates when he notices him. Hands landing on (Y/n)’s shoulders with a soft clap; she jumps at the contact, looking up to him with a playful glint in her eyes. “You scared me, Morgz,  don’t do that.” He laughs moving to cross his arms over her shoulders, locking her body against his chest as he places a kiss to the top of her head. “Didn’t mean too, baby, just wanted to be close to you.” She hums, leaning further into the adoring touch that encapsulates her, taking in his warmth. The couple sways softly, turning back to the conversation she was previously wrapped up in.

    “See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about, lass,” Hook laughs, shaking his head as he looks at the couple, “You’re nearly purring just from him grabbing you from behind.” She shakes her head, a low hum emitting from her that Morgie can feel rumble up from her chest. “I’m not nearly purring, I’m just content. Not that you’d know anything about that, Mr. ‘A New Woman every night’,” she grumbles, lulling her head back on her neck to rest against Morgie’s shoulder, eyes half lidded with a lazy grin on her face. Hook was right, (Y/n)  was nearly purring, absolutely wasted off of attention and his touch. The way she had hummed even rippled through her like a purr, body vibrating with the noise. He found it cute though, biting his lip as he looked down at her, a hand leaving her shoulder to trail down her side. “I don’t know, I think you did sound like you were purring. Not that I mind it,” his tone is teasing, placing a kiss on her temple as his hand looks for a new place to rest on her.

     It settles at the bottom of her stomach, fingers gripping it without realizing. It earns him a harsh swat to the knuckles, “Don’t.” She pulls away from him suddenly, quickly putting space between them as she reaches beside the seated Hook to grab her coat. And he wouldn’t necessarily call the way she leaves “storming out” as much as he would “running away” but the girl is gone before he can question it. What just happened? She’d swatted him off of her, had he done something wrong? That wasn’t something she’d ever done to him before. Was it because Hook was there? They had just been joking about how attached she was to Morgie, why would she act like Hook couldn’t know they were touchy? Was the way he let his hand slide down her too intimate? Did it make her feel uncomfortable? Or had they been flirting? Talking badly about him perhaps? He feels chills run up his arms at the idea. They wouldn’t betray him like that, would they? Hook was the closest thing Morgie had ever had to a best friend, he didn’t want to imagine the boy could do that to him. 

    “What was that about?” Hook looks to the hideout entrance with furrowed brows before cutting eyes back to Morgie, “Whisper something awful in her ear that I missed or something, Mate?” Morgie shakes his head, eyes still set on the path his lover had taken to run off. “I’m going to,” he swallows, words falling flat as he nods in the girl’s direction. “Yeah, you do that,” Hook nods, getting up to go join whatever Uliana and Hades were up to.  What had gotten into her? What did he do? And how on Earth was he going to fix it? 

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     (Y/n) is in a hoodie and sweatpants by the time that she hears a knock on her door, the clothes hiding any accent of a body she had, instead looking like a face on a pile of fabric. It helped a little bit, and she nodded at herself before walking to the door. Finding her boyfriend on the other side, a look on his face that she couldn’t quite describe. Worry was in there, surely worry, but something else hid under it. Confusion? Hurt? Maybe anger? She couldn’t be quite sure, but the expression was something so far from the way that he normally looked at her that it made her feel a touch sick. Her arms come to cross over herself, as if defending her from some force, “Hey?” He steps in, nudging her back and closing the door behind himself, “Do you have a thing for Hook?” With wide, shocked blinking eyes she nearly laughs, staring up at him, “What?” 

    “Do you,” he throws a hand around as he speaks, never quite meeting her gaze, “Do you have a thing for Hook? Is there a reason that when I tried to touch you in front of him you smacked my hand off of you? You even ran away from me, (Y/n). What was that?” Was he really that dense? “Morgie, I sleep beside you in your dorm way too much for me to be hiding something about us from your roommate. It wasn’t,” she sighs, shaking her head as she turns away from him, “It wasn’t the fact that you touched me, it was how you touched me.” His face softens, going to reach for her before pulling his hand back, “Did I hurt you? I thought I just had my hand resting on you, I didn’t think I did anything aggressive. Oh, Baby, I’m so sorry.” 

    Turning on her heel she looks back at the soft, apologetic eyes that look over her, as if trying to check her for injuries. “You didn’t hurt me, Morgz. You just, you grabbed my stomach and I could feel Hook’s eyes on your hand and I couldn’t stay to hear what kind of jokes he was going to make about me. I can’t put myself through that.” Morgie steps forward, his hand reaching out to softly cup her cheek. “Why on Earth would he make fun of you? Was he making you uncomfortable when he was teasing you about us? I can talk to him for you, make sure he knows that’s not cool. I’m so sorry.” (Y/n) lets out a broken laugh, stepping away from him to fall onto her bed, “He didn’t make me uncomfortable talking about us. I love talking about you, Morgz. I just, come on, I know you see the ‘why is he with her?’ stares we get. You’re not blind.” 

     For the life of him, Morgie couldn’t think of why people would wonder why he was with her. Him, son of Morgana, with the daughter of the head guard of Wonderland. He’d always assumed people looked at them because she was bold enough to give a villain kid a chance. That everyone else could see that she was too good for him and his friends. And she thought they were looking down on her? “Baby, they’re not looking at us like that because of you-” She cuts him off, throwing her hands up as she throws herself on her back with a huff. “Yes, Morgie, they are. They’re wondering why the tall slim, toned guy who’s always doing flips and stunts would be with the fat girl from Wonderland. They think we look crazy. I mean god I can’t even wear your clothes, that doesn’t bother you?” Her words drip pain and venom, obviously on the verge of breaking down as she glares at the ceiling. He lets out a slow, calming breath, “Why would I care about something like that? I get to wear your clothes and smell you on me all day when I do. I don’t care how other people look at us, I care about how you look at me.” 

    The boy strides over to her, nudging her knees apart to stand between them, leaning over her with a hand on either side of her head, “Do you hear me? Let them look at us however they want, I don’t care. What matters is how I look at you and how you look at me.” She laughs, a shallow noise that couldn’t begin to rival the sound that escaped her lips back in the hideout, eyes closed so she doesn’t have to look at him. “And how do you look at me?” He hums, leaning down to kiss her neck, lips moving to her jaw, her chin, her left cheek, then the right. Peppering soft kisses on her face to coax her to look at him. Her forehead next, then her nose, pulling back to look over her. “You’re a goddess as far as I know,” his lips catch hers now and she can’t help but melt against him, a hand coming up to rest on his jaw in a weak attempt to pull him closer. 

    He curses his need to breathe as he pulls back, his forehead resting on hers, “So I don’t really care what people think. If anyone bothers you, Hook included, I’m sure I have a spell or two to make sure that it never happens again.” “Don’t go around spelling people for me,” her eyes finally flutter open, a smile on her face at their closeness. “Well, if they don’t want to be spelled, they shouldn’t talk badly about my girl. They should think about that before they do something stupid.” She laughs, a real one this time, grabbing his face to pull him back into her lips. And the boy can’t help but smile against her lips as he kisses back.

[space-helen]

Like Her

Words: 1601

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: This is the longest thing I've written in a while and I enjoyed it so much!!

Request: Could I request a Mulder x reader where the reader has fallen in love with him but she is sure he doesn’t like her because he is always thirsting after like, those porn models in his magazines and stuff. Little does she know that he loves her just as much. Essentially just heavy angst to fluff with kisses 🥺 - Anon

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“No problem. Anytime.” the man said smoothly as he slid back into the driver's seat. 

You adjusted yourself where you sat and watched the woman walk away. She was drop dead gorgeous, beautiful on another level, just like the women you see in magazines. Ripping your eyes away from her you tuned back into where you were, turning towards Mulder to ask him a question you realised he was looking right at you, as if waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry, repeat that?” you said slightly embarrassed.

“Do you want to grab something to eat or head right back?”

You looked at the time, you’d been on a rough journey with the man, all practically for nothing. You were hot, tired, slightly sad and frankly ready to crawl back into bed.

“Lets drive as much as we can before one of us feels like their stomach might decide to eat itself. Then we can switch drivers.”

“I really don’t mind driving all of the way.” he looked sincere as he spoke.

You shrugged “Then lets hope neither of us get hungry or I’ll be hopping right behind the wheel.”

The man fought a smirk appearing on his lips and started the engine “Whatever you say Y/L/N.”

Leaning back into the seat you listened as the man spoke about the case but couldn’t help but let the sadness ebb and grow. This man, the man beside you, was sunshine to you. He’d helped you through a lot and you genuinely didn’t know what you’d do without him, sure he has his quirks, everyone does, but he really made you feel different. He made you feel seen and special, made you want to spend every moment you could with him. 

At the start you told yourself you wouldn’t put yourself through liking him. Well in some ways you’d kept that promise, you didn’t like him, you loved him. 

You knew he liked you as a friend. Heck a man who didn’t like you at all wouldn’t do any of the things he’d done for you.

Sighing a tear ran down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away but this didn’t go unnoticed by the man. Leaning forward you opened the glove compartment to check if the tissues you’d put in there were still there but a magazine slipped out first. 

Turning it over you were face to face with an image of an insanely beautiful woman. Quickly stuffing it back inside you almost slammed the glove compartment shut and sat back. Tears rolling down your cheeks almost uncontrollably. You weren’t hysterical though, they fell silently and naturally.

The man's heart dropped at the sight. He absolutely hated to see you this way but would always do anything he could to make you feel comforted. “Y/N.” he spoke softly as he continued to drive. Looking for a place to pull over.

Reaching a hand over he gently placed it on your shoulder as he kept the other on the wheel. “What’s the matter huh?”

Your heart felt heavy. A multitude of things had brought on the tears but having the man you were crying about try and make it better hurt a little more. “I’m ok.”

“You’re clearly not.” he pulled the car over and turned to you but you tried to face the other way.

“You’re never like this when you’re upset. What’s wrong? " His voice was calm.

A sob left your body and you could feel it trembling, it was silly, it really was but you couldn’t help it.

The man was out of the car in an instant. He quickly moved around the car and opened your door, crouching down in the space he looked up to you and comfortingly took your hand. “Y/N, please, speak to me.”

You could feel the warmth of his hand around yours, even though you were way too warm you really didn’t mind.

“I’m just overwhelmed.” you hoped that would suffice.

“Talk to me.”

“I’m hot, tired, and my heart just hurts ok?” you were done with it all. You could always find another, less fulfilling job elsewhere.

“We can fix two of those things right now. Take your jacket off, we can go and find some cool water and you can nap in the car.” he offered “Why does your heart hurt?”

You let out a huge sigh “I love someone who’ll never love me back. He’s way too interested in model girls, and sure, I really don’t blame him. I could never compare to them.” you weaseled your hand from his and used both of them to wipe your tears “I’m just being silly. Let's go.”

“No.” His voice was soft yet firm. “You’re better than any of those models and he’d be dumb to not see it.”

Your eyes burned and you felt a laugh bubble though “Try telling that to him huh?”  you looked at him and his eyes met his “If only you knew.”

He brought his hand up to your face and pushed some hair behind your ear whilst he took one of your hands in his other. “Is it Clive?” he looked at the floor as he spoke, not really wanting the confirmation.

“It’s you.” your voice was practically a whisper.

His head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours again. Had he just made that up in his head? “What did you say?”

You tore your eyes from his “I’m sorry, forget about it. It’s nothing.”

“Did you say it was me?” 

“Leave it.” you took your hand from his.

“I feel the same about you.”

You looked towards him “What?”

“I like you, well more than that, as well.”

“Don’t mess with me Mulder, you don’t need to just because I’m upset. I know you like me as a friend but-”

“I mean it.”  His voice felt like it echoed for a second. 

“But, I’m seriously not your type.”

“What is my type then?”

You reached forward and pulled the magazine out “This.”

“Y/N” he sighed and took the magazine from you. “At one point in my life yeah sure. Not anymore. Old Sam gave it to me as a joke, you know he knows me from about ten years ago, give or take, he bought me one back then and again now as a joke.”

He walked away from you to the trash can and put the magazine inside before closing your door and returning to the driver's seat “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time now. Since I first laid my eyes on you. I just didn’t ever think you’d feel the same. If I’d known-”

You nodded and faced the man “I’m sorry for being a bit emotional today.”

“Sorry? We’d never have known how we felt if you hadn't been.” 

You let out a slight laugh “Yeah, you could say that.”

“I really think we should at least try and grab some snacks and just do our best to do the journey in one.”

You mulled it over for a second “Sure. Then we can-”

“We’re not swapping. If I remember right, there's a gas station about ten minutes from here. We can grab snacks and then get back onto the road with me driving. You, however, will sleep.”

“I’m not-”

“You just said you were so don’t try and say you’re not tired.”

You smiled, your tears were drying up “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me again. I don’t deserve it for putting you through that.”

The ten minute drive went quickly, the two of you soon breaking out into conversation about the case and awful day that it’d been. Navigating the gas station quickly the two of you stood in line with your snacks. Even though you were practically in the middle of nowhere there was still a decently sized queue.

As the line got more condensed the man stood closer to you, practically pressed to your side yet behind you protectively.

Looking up towards the man your eyes met, the two of you sharing the moment before having to shuffle forward in the queue again. 

What took you by slight surprise was the feeling of the man leaning forward and placing a kiss to your head in an affectionate way. The way a long term couple would do subtly in public to show affection without embarrassing those around them

You felt warmth rush to your face and a smile break out on your lips. The man wrapped his arms around you subtly and you embraced them back before having to breakaway to move to the cashier.

The two of you beamed as you paid for the groceries, you insisted that you paid since Mulder was going to drive the rest of the way.

Sliding back into the car the two of you settled nicely. Mulder spoke about some sightings he’d been tracking and trying to stay up to date with in the United Kingdom. He knew it was unlikely that he’d never be able to investigate it but he was invested in the case.

He noticed that you’d gradually shortened your responses and that they’d become incredibly infrequent until you pretty much weren’t responding to him at all.

Quickly taking a look at you whilst he drove he could see that you were fast asleep. Training his eyes back on the road he let a sad smile form on his lips. 

He loved you more than anything and was hurt that he’d made you feel otherwise. He’d do absolutely anything to never see you that way again.

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[kittehbiscuits]

ok as someone who doesn’t really care for musical beetlelands (don’t get me wrong i understand what the appeal is and it’s a fine ship)

i LOOOVE what u r saying about movie beetlelands. something about that dynamic just sounds… chefs kiss. thanks for opening my eyes

THANK YOU!!!!!! I'm so glad you agree and I am going to rant about movie Beetlands now

Okay first of all, Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin are both 6'0, and Micheal Keaton is 5'9, so........ the icky man is shorter than both of them /pos

I'm going to be real I think Moviejuice is a real shitty guy, he was alive in the 1300s so I'm sure he's misogynistic, womanizing, homophobic, transphobic, etc. But just like the other two juices I still headcanon him as pansexual and genderfluid. So, the beetlands relationship would force him to face those biases. (I also headcanon the Maitlainds as T4T and bi because I am cringe what did u expect)

Speaking of biases and generally being a mischievous and evil creature, I know that Barbara would put him in his place and no way in hell would he not listen to a beautiful women if she told him what to do. He'd try to convince the Maitlainds otherwise but he absolutely loves being bossed/dragged around because he is sick and vile and silly.

I love movie Maitlainds so so so so much like, Barbara seeing Delia talk about changing their house and going "I'm gonna get her." THEY'RE SO FUNNY and so madly in love they make me sick..... like the scene where they were sitting on the couch and the phone was ringing but everytime one stood up to get it the other pulled them back and they smooched while giggling like ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

Ummmm also *because* of that I also like the idea of Beetlejuice being the recipient of that affection... listen he would have to earn it first but also I can't stop thinking about that evil creepy icky guy being faced with cuddles and kisses and pretending he doesn't like it because he's totally above all that and love is for losers. But *also* relationships totally are NOT unfamiliar territory for him he's like super experienced totally wdym.

He would be a cool weird uncle figure for Lydia hjahxjaodbabdjcjejahcjsofbsbsbajcjajdhakrhcbabd and Lydia would make him realize he's genderfluid sorry I don't make the rules

I NEED TO BEAT HIM UP GRAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He would like it.

I hate that thing guys so much horrible character I get no enjoyment from his stupid face and I totally don't think about him 24/7 mhm yeah.

[kellykadesperate]

red white and royal blue film thoughts n live comments below:

alex being scared of putting a foot wrong and thinking hey let me actually start off on a good note with someone who is familiar to me and henry just completely ignores him! lmao

romcom silly intro titles showing how different their lives are, through drawings with bad reputation playing. early 2000 vibes let’s gooo

“we’d ship the ashes to heathrow” lmaooo she is perfect actually

“white blond british” is so valid

henry asking the kids if they know who alex is just so he can watch all the kids shake their heads in unison

it’s funny how watching it i instantly pick up on the fact that henry has a thing for alex more than alex having a thing for henry

alex. eyelashes. eyelashes. alex

henry’s bitmoji has a crown. he made sure to add headwear

the text montage was such a creative way of going back and forth rather than just showing texts on the screen the whole time

henry’s face when the girl randomly sits on alex at the new years party needs to be studied i think

see i kind of like how they’ve leaned into the fact that in the book henry has loved alex for years and never thought he could be with him because we don’t get that perception in the book. but in the film it’s clear as day that this little guy is so secretly happy about getting to spend time with alex and then alex kisses two random girls at the stroke of midnight and henry is like: oh {something beautifully tragic and poetic}

idk why but henry’s little ‘here’ text sort of sent me over the edge

a black woman as the pm of the uk? we can dream

ok but the look of absolute relief, and awe on henry’s face when alex kisses him in the red room. he literally has to pull away in shock to see if alex is being serious like wow

“i hated how fit you looked” hehehe

the little just putting it out there about their sexualities was so cute and sweet

the way alex is just very much always himself but henry swings violently between so soft and earnest to ridiculously sarcastic and insincere about everything is so !!!

it is … [a mouthful] 😏😏😏😏

the fact that henry thinks he can only belong to someone else momentarily … is really something

“i went to an english boarding school … trust me you’re in good hands” HENRY FOX

i’m the first person to say sex scenes are really unnecessary but why was that actually so sweet and tasteful?? wow

again the addition (i’m sure it is) of alex talking about how important it is for people to see people like him in politics, saying that henry doesn’t understand and henry saying: “i’m learning”. it was such a cute important moment

henry and alex giggling in the hotel room in texas as they take each others closes off. best thing in the world actually

ok sorry henry is SO charming with his little “once unsuccessfully” comment like SIR stop

“where IS SHEEEEE? HELLO HELLO” lmaoooo

alex’s ability to not hesitate in the slightest about not seeing henry again always gets me

“i want you chewing on a crumpet by sunset” ok her lines are actually killing

alex saw henry letting loose being himself just living his best life and had to take a deep breath in because he was realised he was so in love

henry literally throwing himself overboard rather than hear alex say that he loves him. that was … HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME

very much needed alex to be screaming and swearing in the rain outside the palace but we cannot have it all i suppose

the way ‘i can’t help falling in love with you’ is such a top tier romantic song and they danced in the prettiest museum in london

ngl them sneaking into the v&a and that being leaked feels better than them just randomly kissing in the back of a car

a part of me until you have all of me was the sentiment to kill me dead. the addition of the exchanging of items as well was such a clever touch, considering how much that key meant to alex

ok but the way henry thought alex would never love him but alex did not only that but also said he would patiently wait for henry until he was ready. he constantly looks so shocked that alex is so ready just to be his urgh

“love sick homosexuals” no seriously why does she have the best lines in the world

staircase moment quite nearly killed me

alex watching henry play piano with this big smile on his face and then trying to play the national anthem whilst henry is just like: :D

it’s so cute because the film has really picked up on the idea that henry admires alex and his ability to just be himself so much

the bit where henry was going to reach down to play with his ring but realised alex was wearing it on his finger … the little look because they’re so connected

the little balcony moment was so cute, seeing all the little flags waving felt like such a moment

henry just running after alex rubbing his back making sure he isn’t freaking out on election night and then being like i wore a yellow tie :) it’s meant to reminder you of texas :) and alex just instantly hugging him and feeling better

really loved how they had the ending be the same as the book in terms of them walking into alex’s home. the little: “lead the way darling … OK well i took my first steps here” just took me out

so:

overall the cutest little romcom ever. it had comedy and chemistry and it was sweet. it was what it said it was

i actually didn’t find that it went too fast in terms of their relationship because it felt like so much had already sort of happened between them if that makes sense? so so so much was said through their facial expressions, like it was insane how much actually? i also felt like the paris sex scene added so much to their relationship because it just felt so ridiculously intimate and i felt the shift into something so much more serious between them

i wished we got a few more scenes (idk why but i wanted david and alex to meet lmao)

again the addition of miguel was something i got? didn’t like it but got it because i think the book leak idea was a little too complex or would have taken too much time to build up (aka too much time away from alex and henry). he was just a bit of a creep lmao

i definitely feels like it will be appreciated and understood so much more by people who have read the book. the idea of them both loving each other before we saw them at the wedding was felt within the book a lot more. the way alex had a photo of henry when he was younger and henry was so taken by alex back then was never said?

i also … don’t shoot me but … didn’t really miss june that much? like nora was fine but even if june was there i feel like she would have had the exact same vibe as nora. basically a sound board for alex in regards to henry but they didn’t delve into their family history or had their parents divorced which again … i kind of get? it feels like they were interested in alex and henry’s relationship more so than the building blocks to their individual personalities and they definitely sacrificed elements of complexity on alex’s part especially

the scene in the book where alex rings henry and just complains about his family is such a little turning point for them and would have been lovely to see in the film but like i said … i kind of get it

henry and alex were perfectly cast in my eyes. henry was so endearing and charming and complex and they nailed all of that and alex was loud and passionate and unapologetically himself

having read the book and found it hopeful and optimistic and so so charming, the film was exactly that too

[soclonely]

Star Wars Secret Santa: Building Traditions

Happy holidays ! I hope you enjoy your gift! This is for you @hrtiu

Pairing: Bly x Aayla

Theme: simple holiday traditions and soft thoughts together!

Thanks to @lilhawkeye3 for running @starwarsfandomfests. You are so amazing and I love you very much!

Building Traditions

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“Bly, darling I love you. But did we really have to go for the one piece matching pajamas?” Aayla laughs, examining herself in the bathroom mirror. “Its comfortable, don't get me wrong. But..”

“But what?”

“But I feel absolutely ridiculous.” She sighs, shaking her head. “What's the point of it?” Aayla makes her way out to the living room and sits down, taking the warm mug of cocoa Bly’s made for her. “Thank you.” She smiles, inhaling. “Extra chocolate?” she asks hopefully.

“And cinnamon.” Bly chuckles, landing on the couch next to her. “I know how much you like your cinnamon.” He takes a sip from his own mug and sets it down, turning to face Aayla. “I can’t believe you don’t like the matching pj thing! I made sure to get the softest set they had. And it's our tradition!”

“Tradition?” Aayla laughs. “Bly! It is our first Life Day together. We don't have any traditions yet!” She sets her mug down onto the table, and wraps her arms around him. “You silly man, trying to make traditions without me.” She kisses Bly right on the tip of his nose and smiles. “What am I going to do with you?”

Bly grins, pulling her into a tight hug. “Well sorry I can’t help myself!” He chuckles, sighing deeply. “I am just so excited to share my first holiday with the woman I love. I am just getting a bit carried away with taking it all in and exploring all there is to do and celebrate.”

“That's an understatement. You dragged me all over Coruscant yesterday to look at holiday lights. And if that wasn’t enough, you tried getting me to jump on a transport ship with you to check out lights on another planet!” 

“I thought it would be romantic!”

Aayla sighs, sitting back up. “Bly, is everything okay?” She asks softly. “I have loved everything we have done so far, but it seems like you are piling a lot of expectations into this holiday.”

The commander is silent for a minute. “Well, it’s just the first Life Day I am spending with someone other than my brothers and I just want to make it special, like they always did.” He looks up at Aayla and chuckles. “I know it’s a bit lame to say but.. I miss it. The chaos, the stupid traditions we clones made together.It always made it feel super special.”

“Oh Bly,” Aayla smiles softly, taking his hand in hers. “You could have just told me that from the start, instead of trying to find things yourself.” She plants another small kiss on his forehead. “Would you feel better if we invited a few of the men from the 327th over with us to stay for a night or two?”

“Force no!” Bly jumps in immediately, shaking his head. “No, I think I would prefer to spend it with just you this year.” He wraps his arms around her once more, leaning back into the soft cushions of the couch. “But, maybe we can take a look at some of the traditions we have and mix a few of my old traditions with our new ones.”

Aayla snuggles into him, rolling her eyes.“We don’t have any traditions.And the pjs do not count!” She tilts her head up to him and smiles sleepily. “We will have them some day though.We have plenty of time to find some of our own. But until then, i would love to learn about some of the traditions you and your brother share.”

“Alright then.” Bly chuckles. “I think I would like that very much. We have many Life Days to share. And besides,” he closes his eyes and sighs, the corners of his mouth slowly turn up. “It will be easier to make traditions when there are kids involved.”’

“Don’t you dare go there right now, commander.” Aayla yawns sternly, shaking her head. 

“Yes, General.” he chuckles, saluting her.

“Happy Life Day, Bly”

“You too, cyare.”

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Let Your Heart Be Light

for @sapphireginger and the Stiles Shipping Central monthly ficlet exchange!! apparently all of my Stallison fics are just going to be unrelentingly sappy and there’s nothing i can do to stop it, hope you don’t mind XD

| Stallison | Gen | 1.5k | Established Relationship | Polish Stiles | Christmas | Fluff | Family Feels |

(also on AO3)

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It was snowing like crazy, but Allison hesitated on the stoop of Dobroniega Gajos’s home. Stiles turned back to frown at her; she had told him over and over again that she was built for warmer climates and would spend no unnecessary time in the open air if she could help it. Her nose and cheeks were bright pink, where her scarf wasn’t pulled up to cover them and the silly earflaps of her hat didn’t reach low enough, but still, she hesitated.

“You okay, alley-cat?” Stiles asked.

She dragged her eyes away from the door. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just…”

Stiles took her mittened hand in his. “She won’t bite, I promise. She’s had me talking her ear off about you for the last month and she can’t wait to meet you.”

“No pressure.”

“She will love you.” He brought her hand up to his mouth to kiss it, getting yarn fuzz in his mouth and not even caring. “Almost as much as I do.”

Allison’s concerned moue melted into a soft smile and she let him push the door open. Warmth billowed out to meet them, carrying with it the smell of cloves and beetroot. The small house was filled with people, only a handful of whom Stiles was actually familiar with. It had been years since he’d last visited his grandmother instead of her coming to the States. These were his cousins, he thought, or second-cousins. There was an aunt or two here somewhere and some niblings once- or twice-removed. They were all related somehow.

They all seemed to know him better than he knew them, at least, because everyone in sight swarmed in to greet him and hug him and kiss him on both cheeks. He let them, laughing and pretending he remembered any of their names, and it brought back a rush of memories. They used to come every year for Christmas back when he was a kid, when his mom was still alive. Those visits were a blur of coziness and cheer and the overwhelming feeling of family.

It took some doing to make it back to Allison’s side. She was smiling at a pair of maybe-cousins, letting them chat her ear off even though she probably could only understand every other word through their strong accents, but Stiles knew her well enough to see that it wasn’t an easy smile. She brightened up a bit when he wrapped his arm around her waist, and brightened even more when he proved more successful at understanding and participating in the conversation.

Stiles only had a minute to wonder what was wrong before a booming voice called out, “Tygrysek! Mój skarb!”

Stiles grimaced but turned to accept an all-encompassing hug from his grandmother. “Babciu, that name is so embarrassing.”

“Which one?” Allison asked, mouth quirking up already. “Embarrassing how?”

“Tygryseki,” Stiles grumbled. “It means—”

“Baby tiger,” his babcia finished, reaching up to pinch his cheeks with absolutely no remorse. “My ferocious little one, always sneaking, ready to pounce on someone unsuspecting.”

Allison covered her mouth with her hand, trying and failing to hide a snorting laugh. She sobered up when Babcia turned to her, but she didn’t have time to be nervous. Without hesitation, Babcia was hugging her too. Fiercely. For such a small woman—she barely came up to Stiles’ shoulder—Dobroniega Gajos was a force to be reckoned with.

She pulled back to hold Allison’s face in her hands. “Welcome to the family, moja droga.”

Allison looked a little dazed. “Happy to be here,” she said helplessly. She received a kiss on both cheeks before Babcia was off, making the rounds of all her guests like the matriarch that she was. Allison watched her go.

Stiles nudged her. “Are you?” he asked quietly. “Happy to be here? You look a little—”

“She’s really nice,” Allison cut in, another one of those tight smiles on her face but her hand tight on his arm.

“Allison.”

Her smile dimmed, but she didn’t say anything. Her eyes darted around the festive crowd, almost two dozen people all talking and laughing and making merry.

Stiles took her by the hand. He tugged her through the crowd until he found a guest bedroom—there was a suitcase open on the bed, but the room was empty currently, so he didn’t see the harm in borrowing it from its occupant for a minute or two—and she didn’t resist as he pulled her inside. She accepted a soft kiss.

“Now, what’s wrong?”

Allison looked like she might deny it one more time. Then, eyes glassy, she laughed.

“It’s so stupid,” she said. “Nothing’s wrong, I swear, it’s just— It’s really lovely here. Such a big happy family full of holiday cheer. It’s straight off a postcard, honestly.”

“But?”

“But…” She sniffed. “I don’t know, I guess it just hit me that I never had this. Anything like this, really. My family was just me and my parents, and sometimes…” She swallowed around the two names she never said anymore. Stiles let her. “And we were always moving around, lots of rental homes and stock furniture. And my mom wasn’t exactly the warm and cheery kind, you know?”

A stricken look passed over her face, just for a moment, and Stiles knew what she was thinking. That it was an insult to her mother’s memory to acknowledge the strictness of her, the utilitarian way she had operated, as if that made her less of a mother or meant that Allison had loved her less. He kissed the look off her face before she could get caught in that spiral.

“Loving the people you’re with doesn’t automatically make holidays great,” he said, thinking of the years after he’d lost his mom. Just him and his dad and a plastic table-top tree, store-bought turkey and football on the television. He’d loved his dad, but it hadn’t been fun, and it hadn’t been what he’d wanted.

Allison let out a shuddering sigh that she tried to turn into a laugh. “I guess I just watched too many Hallmark movies as a kid. Set my expectations way too high. I knew I was never going to have that big, loving family. I was always going to be disappointed.”

Stiles brushed Allison’s hair behind her ear. “But you do.”

She looked up at him, confusion on her face. “Do what?”

“You have that. The big, loving family,” he said. “Because you’re my family, and that means that mine is yours. Every single person in this house is your family now. Whether you want them or not, honestly, because my grandmother is not gonna let you walk out of here without some kind of homemade knitwear and a personalized cross-stitch. She asked me for your favorite colors weeks ago. I told her tangerine.”

A laugh burst out of Allison, startled and incredulous. It shook a tear loose. Stiles’ wiped it away. She grabbed his hand before he could take it away.

“I hate orange,” she said through a helpless smile.

“I know.”

“You’re the absolute worst. I hate you so much.”

Stiles stole another kiss, grinning against her lips. “I love you too, serduszko.”

Allison wrapped her arms around his waist. “What’s that one mean?”

“Old hag, but, like, fondly.”

“Shut up, it does not.”

“Would I lie to you?”

She buried her face in his chest, giggles overtaking her. Stiles was more than happy to let her laugh, pressing his nose into her sweet-smelling hair. His heart was so full he worried it might explode all over the lacy tchotchkes on the bedside table. He hoped whichever aunt was sleeping here wouldn’t mind him getting happiness goo all up in her open suitcase.

They were quiet for a minute, just settling into the embrace. Through the closed door, the chatter of a houseful of people washed over them. Somebody had decided to start caroling early. They weren’t very good at it, but they sounded like they were having a great time anyway. Allison’s thumb rubbed circles on Stiles’ side, shirt rucked up just a little so she could feel the warmth of his skin.

“Did your grandma really make me a cross-stitch?” she asked eventually, sounding small.

Stiles smiled. “Yeah,” he said. “She makes them for all her grandkids. Mine is, unsurprisingly, a tiger.”

He could practically feel Allison’s dimple against his shoulder. “What’s mine, do you know?”

“It’s a quiver full of flowers. And, no, I did not actually tell her to make it tangerine. It is in lovely shades of your actual favorite color, which is purple. You’re welcome.”

Allison pulled back to beam at him, all traces of sadness gone from her face. She was radiant in her happiness, exactly how Stiles liked her best. He kissed her until somebody knocked on the door to announce that they’d seen the first star and dinner was served.

Stiles took Allison’s hand once more. “Come on, then” he said. “Let’s go make you some new memories.”

.

the polish bits defined:

tygrysek = baby tiger mój skarb = my treasure, darling babcia = grandmother babciu = grandmother, affectionate address moja droga (to a female) = my dear serduszko = sweetheart

[utaxnanami]

Merry Crisis

A/N: started making it, had a break down, bone appetite. Hope y’all had a wonderful Christmas. This is the last of the Christmas themed fics btw, after this things might get less fluffy from time to time

Cross posted on AO3

Link to all the parts

Summary: Chris worries about all the things that could go wrong and ruin Christmas, but in the end, everything works out just fine.

WC: 930

Something was going to go wrong; Chris could feel it. The day had simply been too nice so far. Getting to sleep in with Leon in his arms, followed by lazy breakfast in bed and a shared bath after, was simply too much to be true. The universe was going to balance that out with something. Like Claire having the wonderful idea to put real candles into the tree or someone was going to overdo it on the eggnog and fall down a set of stairs. Something.

Depside that, everything was going great. They made it out of their apartment in time, no gifts left behind or candles left burning – Chris had checked that twice – and letting Leon drive hadn’t landed them in a ditch. Not even the elevators in Sherry’s building were broken. Making them a whole twenty minutes early.

Sherry, however, didn’t seem to mind that at all. She basically threw herself into Leons waiting arms the moment they knocked on her apartment door. For a moment all Chris could do was stare. The soft smile on Leon face, while he hugged the young woman to his chest, was something specifically reserved for Sherry. It made him look so much younger, like someone had taken the weight he always carried around with him off his shoulders. It made Chris feel lighter too, somehow.

There was not much time to dwell on that though, because Sherry pulled him into a hug right after too. “I’m so glad the two of you could make it.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Leon was still wearing that soft look on his face, and Chris felt the urge to squish Leon’s cheeks between his hands and kiss the man silly. Unfortunately, Sherry ushered them into the apartment before he could do so.

Immediately they were greeted by the smell of freshly baked cookies and the end of Mariah Carey’s ‘All I want for Christmas is you’, Chris was sure that was neither the first nor last time that song had come on. Not that Chris minded, it was his favourite version of the song.

Putting down the bags, he helped Leon out of his coat first, earning himself an amused grin and a peck on the lips. “What a gentleman.”

---

Claire showed up ten minutes after them, getting the same treatment from Sherry Leon had gotten, with a bag of presents of her own. Chris let out a deep suffering sigh at the sight of the biker helmet under her arm. “Don’t tell me you drove your bike in this weather, with no protective gear. Again.”

“Alright, I won’t tell you then.” They had had this talk countless times over the years, ever since the fateful day Claire called him to share the news of passing her driving test. At the very least she was wearing a helmet. Not like a certain someone with a track rerecord for crashing every vehicle known to mankind. “Claire.”

“Chris.” She matched his weary tone, sharing a long second of eye contact before they both broke out into smiles. “Come here.” Chris stood up from his place on the couch to lift his sister into a tight hug.

“Leave something left of her for the rest of us, would you.” Leon had stood up as well, drawing Claire into a far less bone crushing embrace when Chris set her back down on the ground. “Nice sweater you got there, Leon.” It was absolutely horrendous, just like the one Clair was wearing. “Likewise.” Chris would describe the grin shared between them as devilish. Oh, he was sure now, that whatever would go wrong today was going to be their fault.

In the meantime, Jake emerged into the livingroom, balancing three cartons labelled as “Christmas” and “fragile” in his arms and Chris quickly reached for the one on the top before it could fall. Nothing would go wrong this year, not with Chris Redfield on the job.

--

To Chris’ surprise, the day didn’t end in a disaster. Sure, Leon got wrapped up in Christmas lights as Claire tried to unravel the strings from the ball it ended up in, no matter how carefully they had packed it away the previous year. And maybe they had managed to break two of the plastic ornaments. But the cookies Sherry and Jake made only came out a little darker than they should have been, not something icing and lots of sprinkles couldn’t fix. The biggest mishap of the day was Chris burning his hand on the stove while preparing dinner, but he would take it if nothing else happened today.

Having excused himself onto the balcony for a smoke gave Chris all the time in the world to observe their small party. The livingroom was illuminated by the soft lights of the Christmas tree, partly hiding the mess of the various different coloured wrapping papers littering the floor. Claire and Sherry were standing in front of the TV singing karaoke, one arm around the other and sharing a mic, both clearly drunk. Leon was filming the whole thing on his phone with a fond smile on his lips and Jake sat next to him on the couch with the squishmallow Sherry had gifted him hugged to his chest.

With the end of his cigarette also came the beginning notes of best Christmas song in existence, and Chris wasted no time in stubbing his cig out in the ashtray to join the others back in the livingroom.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is only one thing I need.”

[forever-rogue]

Carving pumpkins with Steve? He’s not that good but you help him and he goes all heart eyes before getting back to work on his pumpkin 🥺 for the spooky requests?

AN | Fall is my absolute favorite time! I wish I had a Steve of my own to do this with! I hope you like it🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This was your first fall with Steve. As it was, it was also your favorite time of year - and his - and you decided you were definitely going to take advantage of all the cute, fun fall things with your boyfriend. Steve didn’t mind in the slightest; he would do anything with and for you. He was already a huge sucker for you. 

“Stevie!” you pulled him out of his little daydream as he snapped back into reality and turned to look at you. A huge grin spread across his handsome face, stretching from ear to ear as you waved at him from the middle of the pumpkin patch, “I think I found some good ones! Come look!”

“Coming,” he was the physical embodiment of heart eyes as he hurried over to you, almost tripping over some rogue vines in his excitement, “alright, angel, show me your picks.”

“These guys,” you pointed to the ground, where two pumpkins sat at your booted feet. They were big, but slightly oddly shaped, and imperfect in their own perfect little way. You loved them and quickly decided that these were the ones, “whaddya think?”

“I think they’re perfect,” but he wasn’t looking at the pumpkins. He was looking right at you, studying your pretty face as you excitedly explained your reasoning for those particular pumpkins, “are those the ones then?”

“Yes,” you grabbed his arm before leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, “these and maybe one or two of the little baby ones they had at the front.”

“Well then,” he was practically glowing with happiness, “then we'll get these and those baby ones you like so much.”

“You’re the best,” you sighed contentedly, “these will look amazing once we carve them!”

You were about to walk over and grab one of the unoccupied wheelbarrows when Steve reached for your hand and gently wrapped his lithe fingers around your wrist. You stopped and turned back to him, “hang on for a second.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he reached into the backpocket of his jeans and pulled out his disposable camera. How he even got it in there with how tight his pants were was a miracle in and of itself. He held it up excitedly, “I just want to get a picture! I have to capture the moment!”

“You’re so silly,” you shook your head in amusement as he tutted before motioning for you to pose. You did feel cute today - you were wearing a pair of cute jeans along with a pretty sweater and your favorite boots; it was simple but made you feel cute and judging from the way Steve looked at you when he picked you up, you would have thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. To him, you were. 

“Don’t argue!” he teased, “just pose!”

“Fine,” you struck a cute little pose as he clicked the shutter and captured the moment. You grabbed the wheelbarrow and hurried back over to him, gently grabbing the camera out of his hand, “come on, my love, let me take a picture of us!”

Before he could argue or say anything else about it, you leaned your body into his, squishing your cheek against his before both of you started to giggle. You held the camera up and snapped a picture of what you hoped was the both of you since you couldn’t actually see what you were capturing. 

“See,” you handed the camera back to him as he watched you in amusement, “now we’re even! I’ll get one of you when you’re least expecting it.”

“Sure, angel,” he picked up the pumpkins and loaded them, waving you off when you tried to help, “come on, let’s go get cute baby ones. And maybe some caramel corn on the way out.”

“Now you’re speaking my language,” you grinned at him, stopping for a moment to admire him. He looked so effortlessly handsome in his checked flannel, jeans, and boots, that it almost wasn’t fair. Steve must have felt your eyes on him because he stopped and raised an eyebrow at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you promised softly, “just really love you is all.”

“Oh,” his cheeks turned a pretty shade of pastel pink as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, “I love you too. A lot.”

“A lot a lot?”

“The lotest,” he grinned as you laughed softly, “come on, let’s get going so we can get to carving!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was nearing sunset as the two of you sat outside on deck in Steve’s backyard. You each had a pumpkin in front of you, some knives, and a bucket for the pumpkin guts. You had traced some simple patterns on both of them, one for each of you to carve. 

“I don’t want to brag, but I take pumpkin carving very seriously,” you stuck out your tongue as you spread your legs and pulled the pumpkin closer to you. Steve snorted in response as he followed suit, attempting to mimic your actions, “and when we’re done, we can save the seeds to bake for a snack!”

“Look at you Ms. Crafty,” he grinned as you gently nudged him with your elbow, “I don’t think I’ll be as good as you, so no laughing!”

“I would never,” you totally would. You both knew that, but it was one of the many things he loved about you, “alright, let’s do this. And then we can fully decorate casa Harrington for Halloween!”

A comfortable, warm silence fell over the two of you, only the soft music playing on the radio and the sound of cutting and carving audible through the quiet. You liked that the two of you were able to spend time doing almost anything together and it was still enjoyable. Even the most mundane of tasks became something fun when it was the two of you. Hell, even cleaning and doing chores around the house wasn’t so bad.

After you’d been working on hollowing out your pumpkins for some time you heard Steve sigh in exasperation. You set down your knife and turned to him, immediately fighting back a giggle as you watched him struggle with trying to carve one of the eyes you had mapped out.

“What’s wrong, Stevie?” 

“This is hard,” he groaned lightly, “it always seems so easy!”

“It’s not terrible,” you scooted closer to him, and gently took his hand in yours, “do it like this. An angle will make it easier. Have you never done this before?”

“N-no,” he confessed quietly as you guided the knife through the pumpkin, “my parents weren’t…around a lot when I was growing up so we never really decorated for anything. I don’t think we ever even got real pumpkins. Maybe a few fake ones here and there.”

“Oh,” you knew his relationship with his parents wasn’t great and they weren’t around a lot, but the more you learned about them, the more your heart broke for him. You’d made it a point early on in your relationship to shower him with all the love and affection he deserved, and then some. His parents were just that - his parents, but you were his family, along with the kids and friends that adored him. You turned your head and nudged his nose with yours before kissing him softly, trying to keep your pumpkin covered hands off of him, “I’ll show you, love. And then we’re going to make this the best Halloween ever. Maybe we can even get more pumpkins and put them out everywhere!”

“Yeah?” his expression softened and his big doe eyes grew wide as you just nodded at him. You would have done anything for his man. You loved him more than you could have ever put into words, “I-I’d really like that.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” you promised sweetly as he just looked down at his pumpkin with a big smile on his face, “just wait until we get ready for Christmas. Halloween is huge for me, but Christmas is even bigger. I can’t wait to spend it with you, Steve Harrington.”

“Me too,” he blinked rapidly a few times, fighting off the tears that threatened to well up, “thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” you handed the knife back to him, now that he seemed to have the hang of it, “besides, it seems like you’re going to be a natural at pumpkin carving!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was only once the sun had set and stars started to litter the inky sky that the two of you had finished. Between the two of you there was a huge bucketful of innards and pumpkin pieces and two beautifully carved pumpkins.

“Alright,” you grinned, “let’s see how we did. I’ll go first…ta-da!”

You showed your pumpkin to him, proudly displaying the gap toothed face you had taken the time to create. You were happy with how it turned out and judging from the expression on his face, Steve liked it too.

“Very nice, as expected,” he clapped lightly as you gave him a little mock bow from your seated position. He took a deep breath before turning his own effort around, “don’t laugh! I worked hard on him.”

“Steve,” you loved the face he’d created with the help of your little stencil. It looked good and you could tell that he put all of his effort into the carving, “I love it! It looks fantastic - and it’ll look even more amazing when we put candles in them and light them up. You’re amazing, love.”

“Do you really think so?” he perked up as you nodded. You leaned across the pumpkins and kissed him softly, hoping he could get even a vague sense of how very much you loved and adored him, “maybe I should carve pumpkins more often if it gets you to kiss me like that.”

“I kiss you like this all the time you dork,” you booped his nose in amusement, “but I love you and our pumpkins very much.”

“I love you,” he agreed with a shy little smile, “I hope we can do this every year.”

“And we will,” you promised, “we’ll do this every year even when we’re old and gray.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky,” you hooked your pinky with his outstretched one, nodding happily, “always.”

[erodasfishtacos]

It’s Just Me (mini blurb)

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———————

It was a terrible twos kind of day. The kind of day when YN can’t tote Ivy along to a charity organization brunch because she would meltdown.

Harry had her in his office with him, she was sitting on a blanket Harry had laid out, and was quietly playing with her stuffed animals (mostly seals.)

Occasionally, she would babble to herself and get pissed of at her inatimate playmates, ending in her tossing it to the side.

He caught himself just staring at her, smiling as he watches the little human he and his soulmate created right in front of him.

When his phone rings, he automatically picks it up, professionally stating, “Styles.”

“Hi, this is Dan from Payroll,” The guys voice was already shaking and Harry knew he was about to get really pissed off.

“How can I help you?” He asks in a tone that’s was definitely did not sound like he wanted to provide any assistance.

There is a pregnant pause before Dan nearly stutters, “Er, I accidentally missed reviewing the marketing departments hours and they did not receive their last paycheck.”

Harry takes a very deep breathe because he wants to do what he normally would - scream through the phone at this idiot.

However, he can’t because his curly haired little baby is playing with her toys in the middle of the office with a smile.

“Please come up to my office,” Harry replies curtly before hanging up.

He gets up, goes over to his daughter, and squats in front of her, “Ivy, baby.”

She looks up at him with a toothy grin before reaching over to hand him a stuffed seal, “Play, daddy.”

Harry thumbs over a stray curl on her forehead, “Daddy can’t, my love. I need y’to go with Granny Dor for a little.”

Ivy had been very clinging to both YN and Harry recently. She had a fit when YN dropped her off, despite how happy she was to see her dad.

Her brows furrow, lips purse, and Harry has to laugh because she looks like a carbon copy of him with the sour face.

“Oh, no mean looks t’daddy,” He hums with his own frown, “S’just for a moment, m’dove.”

“No.”

“Ivy, y’need to listen.”

And Harry knows it coming, she sucks in a huge breathe and then just lets out a scream in protest of him.

“Ivy Elizabeth Styles, y’do not scream. Y’know better. Are we going to have to take a timeout or are you going to go sit nice with Dor?” Harry’s voice is still softer than he’d use with any of him employees but extremely firm to her.

“No timeout, daddy,” She mumbles, her volume decreasing significantly as she lowers her gaze from her father’s.

“Alright, then c’mon. Thank you for listening,” Harry praises, gathering up her toys for her and leading her into his waiting room where Dorothy is typing away on her computer.

“Dor, Dan is coming up and I need to have a private meaning. Will y’watch her for a little?”

Ivy is already clambering up into her lap, into the warmth of her arms, and nuzzling in - because Granny Dor spoiled her silly.

Harry rolls his eyes, muttering, “And you and YN say I spoil her too much. Bloody ridiculous.”

Dorothy just shoos him away, readjusting Ivy’s bow, and combing through her hair softly to simmer her down a little.

Dan trails in solemnly soon after to face his inevitable doom.

He sees his boss’ daughter perched on the secretary’s lap and he wonders how such a sweet little thing could be created from the demon of a man.

As Harry and Dan meet, Ivy gets wriggly and squirms off of Dorothy’s lap.

“Stay close,” She murmurs to the toddler as she picks up her phone to answer a call for Harry.

Of course, Ivy doesn’t listen, and she noticed that the door to her father’s office is cracked open just the littlest bit.

It’s enough for her to slip through the space between the heavy doors and toddles on, she’s blocked by the leather couches so Harry can’t see her.

“I have givin’ you so many fuckin’ chances!” Harry seethes angrily at his employee. His tone was more like a growl than anything else.

Ivy pauses, eyes widening in fear as she hears her dad speak in a frightening manner she’s never heard before.

“I…There was a coding error that I had been distracted with, it won’t happen again,” Dan insists, knowing he had actually committed a fireable offense.

“You are absolutely correct because you’re fucking fired,” Harry replies, no wavering in his raspy register.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Dan explodes, “It’s unfucking fair treatment! It was one mistake, you fuckin’ asshole!”

There’s a moment of silence.

“I can fuckin’ show you unfair treatment. Get the fuck out of my office and learn how to do your goddamn job,” Harry retorts, his voice rising as well.

Ivy is stuck in her spot, frozen in surprise at hearing the arguing and how mad her father sounded, voice echoing through the room.

“You listen to me-“

“Get the fuck out of my office!” Harry booms furiously, this employee managing to get a rise out of him.

“I was ju-“

Both the men pause when they hear a wail from behind the sofa and the sound of Ivy plopping herself on the ground.

Harry instantly is out from behind his desk and going to round the sofa in a flash with a rose of panic in his chest.

His heart drops when he sees his baby looking up at him with fear in her watery eyes and she’s literally shaking.

“Oh, baby. Did y’hear daddy bein’ loud?” Harry murmurs in his sweetest, comforting voice - uncaring of his employee hearing him.

Harry expects her to nod sadly and ask for a cuddle but she instead wriggles backwards when he goes to reach for her - out of his reach.

“Ivy, little dove, s’just y’daddy,” He tries again, sitting down in front of her - doesn’t even look up as Dan leaves quietly.

She’s scared though and has had never felt worse in his life as his daughter backs away from him until she’s getting to her wobbly feet.

He tries again, reaching his arms out, “Ivy Elizabeth, s’just daddy. M’sorry I scared you, bub.”

Ivy doesn’t budge, crying loudly with her face pinched up as hot tears run down her soft chubby cheeks.

Dorothy appears with a worried look, “I apologize, I thought she was by the table.”

“S’not your fault I’m a shitty father,” Harry mutters, standing back up and roughly brushing off his trousers.

“Oh Harry, she’s just a little frightened,” Dorothy hums, picking the girl up when she toddles quickly over to her.

Her dad trails over, “Ivy, m’love. Can you look at daddy?”

She refuses, digging her face into the woman’s shoulder, curls bouncing fiercely as she clings onto her.

Harry loved to be feared. Not like this though. Not by the child he’d literally jump in front of a train for without a second thought.

He would rather have her screaming, pitching fits, throwing toys rather than this. She was so scared that she wouldn’t even look at him.

“Let me take her on a little stroll, okay? See if I can calm her down a bit.”

—

Harry waits patiently for Dorothy to arrive back but he automatically hears his daughter’s steady stream of sniffles and whimpers.

He goes out to the waiting room to see her reentering the room, she sighs, “I think it’s time to call mummy.”

Harry had no idea how he was going to explain this to his wife. He was I trouble and he knew he deserved it.

“Hey H, is the bab okay?” YN greets warmly, chattering in the background.

“Er, she’s okay, just upset. Ivy accidentally walked in on me flipping out and firing an employee. Now she’s scared. Dor tried to calm her down and she doesn’t want to be near me right now.”

YN’s next words were calm, Harry however did not miss the sharp edge when she replies, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Then she hangs up on him.

Which she really never does unless she is really really upset.

—

When YN arrives, Ivy is sat on Dorothy’s lap with puffy eyes and her thumb tucked between her full lips, popping it out when she sees her mother.

“Mumma!” Ivy shrieks, tears beginning streaming down her face as she impatiently waits for her to cross the room and gives her a soft kiss to the forehead.

“Hi baby, give mummy one minute and then we’ll leave okay?” YN murmurs soothingly, thumbing of some of the tears.

Ivy nods but is standing next the secretary’s desk, waiting patiently with her thumb going right back between her lips again.

Harry’s sitting at his large oak table, looking like a guilty puppy as his wife comes in with a disapproving look on her face.

“Baby, m’sorr-“

“What the fuck, Harry? Why is our daughter out there terrified right now?” YN demands, crossing her arms to prove her anger.

“Some fuckin’ idiot messed somethin’ up and Ivy walked in while I cursed him out and fired him. She was hiding behind the couch. It was an accident,” He defends, bristling a bit.

“Even if the door was shut, she would have still heard you. You knew better than to act like that around our daughter.”

“I had to fire him,” Harry makes the lame excuse because he knows he’s in the wrong and he’s not always great at admitting he is.

“You were supposed to have Ivy for two hours and this happens. I have her all day everyday and I’ve need had an issue with controlling myself in front of others!” YN yells (quietly) at him.

“What the fuck is tha’ supposed to mean? Y’calling me a bad father? Y’have her all day with her because I work so that you can stay at home with her.”

YN rolls her eyes, “Well thank god for that, she’d be cursing and screaming at people all day everyday if she was with you all the time.”

Harry is thoroughly pissed at his wife and she is equally just as furious with him - it doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s bad.

“Y’got some fuckin’ nerve. Our baby is polite, well-mannered because of me too! Not just you, fuckin’ claiming all her good qualities,” He replies with a snarl.

“Don’t talk to me that way,” YN bites back, “I’m not one of your employees. Neither is Ivy despite you talking like that in front of her.”

Now she was just trying to push his buttons and it was well onto it’s way of working.

“Y’bein’ fuckin’ ridiculous! It was a accident and you’re acting like I did it on purpose! Fuckin’ hell!” He raises his voice in frustration.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are raising your voice at me but I’m leaving,” YN tells him, giving him one final glare before storming out of the office.

“Fuck!” He grunts, smacking cup of pens from his desk before slamming his fist on the desk.

—

Ivy was waiting patiently, whimpering when she sees her mum, and gesturing to be picked up, “It’s past your nap time, Vee.”

“Nap,” She lisps sadly, instantly curling into then familiarness that is her mother. Eyes instantly fluttering shut.

“Thank you, Dor,” YN whispers, blowing her a kiss, before trekking out of the office with the exhausted little girl.

—

Harry can’t handle the rest of the day, wants to go home, and make amends with his wife which leads him to heading out only an hour after them.

He finds YN in the den with the baby monitor propped on the coffee table, she’s watching a horror movie with a smoothie in hand.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry murmurs cautiously, loosening up his tie until it falls limp around his neck.

She glances over at him, sarcasm lacing her tone,“So you do know how to talk without yelling at me, hmm?”

His face falls, frowning, “Hey, lovie - don’t be like tha’. Y’gonna let me apologize?”

“Come scratch my back and I’ll hear you out,” She hums, keeping a serious face.

“Y’drive a hard bargain, m’heart. Show me y’tits,” Harry begins to smile, striding over and getting her no time before he’s pulling off her shirt and sports bra.

He sits down then gently lays her down on her tummy and she rests her head in his lap, cheek pressed against his thigh.

“I shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t thinkin’. Now I’m worried she’s gonna hate me forever,” Harry mumbles, using his blunt nails to trace up and down her back.

“You’re her favorite person. She’ll always love you more than anything,” YN tells him seriously, arching when he scratches an extra itchy spot.

“I hope so. I love her more than anythin’. A little mixture of how much we love each other. How much we worked to get her,” He sighs softly.

—

YN dozed off and Harry tucks a blanket around her bare chest.

When the baby monitor alerts that Ivy had woke up after quite a long nap, he takes a deep breath before walking up the staircase to his fate.

He’s preparing himself for her to scream and cry when she sees her monster of a father because he’d scared her so horribly.

But his mini just widens her green eyes and he looks at his world with bated breath, waiting for the scream or tears.

Instead, she just dimples happily at her father, and squeals with excitement, “Daddy! Hi Daddy, miss you!”

And just like that….

They’re best friends again.

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Enjoy! Come talk to me!! 💕❣️💕❣️💕❣️

[yn-dreamlife]

Mr. Confident

Warnings: Simping over tama, smut under the cut, daddy kink (eventually), dom/sub dynamic, he calls reader bunny, dumbmification mentioned, breeding kink, degradation (kinda)

Description: Tamakis secret confident/dominant side (you will pry this from my cold dead fucking hands)

Tamaki Amajiki was a shy guy, there was no doubt about that in everyone's mind. Well, everyone except you. You could see it, the glint in his eye when he took charge of a situation which were few and far between.

You saw it when he had to take charge and hold back three villains on his own during the mission to save Eri.

You saw it when he had to take charge during a situation with panicked civilians, when he would take charge and while yelling orders he would still be able to calm them down with his natural demeanor.

You saw it when he got recognized by a child, albeit it was much smaller than but it was there, he knew at that moment he wasn't the shy student but he was the brave pro-hero.

Now Tamaki being shy was NOT a bad thing, you found it cute and endearing. And so did everyone else, it is what allowed him to be so loved by the people.

While Mirio and Nejire were both loved for their bubby personalities he was different out of the big three. He was loved because even tho he could be 'Mr. Confidnet' as his friends would call him, he could still be soft-spoken and full of stutters.

You wouldn't change him, honestly, you wouldn't. But there was one other time you saw that glint in his eyes, and that was with you.

When you would look up at him his larger stature causing him to also have look down at you. it flickered whenever you would say "yes sir," in a teasing manner. It happened really whenever you came around, you noticed it his friends noticed it and so did he.

He enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over him when it came to you. Of course, he still blushed and stuttered and he never acted on what his confident mind wanted him to because in his mind you fell for shy him you wouldn't want 'Mr. confident'.

He was wrong in that regard, you see while you may be a hero and you may be an independent woman, you were also a naturally submissive person.

You remember the first time you really saw his confident and dominating side in your relationship. Not that he was ever the submissive mainly because you were too submissive to ever dom him.

But the first time it happened was when it was just the two of you. You on top of him riding him in bliss loving how he made you feel. And you didn't mean for it to slip, honestly.

there were other times you wanted to bring it up, on many occasions in fact but you never did because it never felt like the right time. But you two had been together for two years, you were out of high school and into the hero world.

And after being with him so long your submission was already his, there was no doubt in your mind. You always tried hard to hold it back till you two talked about it but this time it slipped.

"P-please sir!" His body tensed but you didn't stop as you saw the glint coming more to life in his eyes. "Please l-let me c-cum." you moaned out as you continued to ride him. The words that rang over and over in your mind, the begs that you never let out began to slip.

A surge went through him when the words fully processed in his head and before you could blink you were underneath him, your ass in the air. Tamaki didn't like to be on top often acting like he was too shy to pound into your tight heat like he wanted. He was just so worried you wouldn’t like that, but he did have a suspicion you would and those words just seemed to confirm it for him.

you whimpered as you felt empty and you were so close to your high, but it was cut off by a loud moan as he slammed back into you.

"Do you want to c-cum for me b-bunny?" He said lowly in your ear as he continued to move rapidly inside you. You nodded quickly but he tsked at you, "Now now I know my g-girl can use her words cant she? Be a good girl and tell me." He purred into your ear as he bit at your ear and neck his hips no longer moving.

"Please, sir! Please I need to cum so bad let me cum for you!" He relished in the way you begged for him, his confidence only growing.

"Go on bunny, cum for me." He said as he began to pound into you once again. He reached his arm down so his hand could find your clit and he rubbed it as he continued. "Show me how good I make you feel."

As he felt you come undone around him he wasn't far behind his thrust gradually becoming sloppy. But your begging pushed him over.

The words poured out of your mouth on their own accord as ecstasy washed through you. “Yes please fill me with your cum! Want your cum deep in me, breed me please sir!”

That seemed to be the final push for him and his mouth poured absolute filth into your ear as he came deep inside you.

“Gonna fill your tight little pussy bunny. You feel me stuffing your greedy little hole? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Want me to make you my own personal breeding toy?” And all you could do was moan and blissfully take it.

After that day you two sat down and had a proper talk about it. Deciding your hard and fast limits and negotiating others, setting safe-words and signals as well as establishing roles. And surprisingly Tamaki was less blushy and stuttery than you.

“Alright, bunny let me ask you, what do you want from me?” His voice was soft yet steady as he looked at you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze.

“I-I want you to-to take care of me. I want to serve you and make you feel good and I....” you trailed off.

“And you? Go on bunny, being so good for me already~” he cooed to you softly.

“Want you to make all the thoughts go away when they’re too much.” You mumbled softly get loud enough for him to hear.

“And how can I do that baby?” He whispered as he cupped your cheek.

“By uh.... well y-you know by-“ you broke finally the heat in your cheeks becoming too much as you covered your face with your shaking hands and rapidly shaking your head.

He eventually coaxed it out of you albeit, in a somewhat roundabout answer he found out you like the idea of dumbification, you want him to fuck you stupid whenever it gets to be too much.

The thought made his clock twitch but he decided that would be for another day so he allowed you two more time to talk about what you needed to.

And now a month later the time has come. He could see it, the jitteriness in your form. The agitation and the snappy attitude, you were never a brat for him every time you tried all he had to do was whisper something along the lines of

“I thought you were my good girl?” Or “don’t you want to make me happy, bunny?” And you were once again his obedient little thing.

You two had yet to delve into anything too hardcore, the most being rougher sex and dirty talk mentioning breeding. He had yet to cum in you more than once whenever he did. Nor did he act on the idea of degradation or dumbmification.

Although the idea of you becoming nothing but a babbling little cocksleve for him to use always made him rock hard. So when you came home and slammed the door and promptly threw yourself into his lap he knew what he needed to do. He wanted to see if you would ask first though so he waited.

“Hey, bunny.” He whispered softly running a hand up and down your back and running his nose along your hairline. This was the first time you two could see each other for more than just a fleeting kiss. Thanks to hero work you two had been busy.

You said nothing but have a low grunt in response along with a deep sigh. “Long few days at work?” You nodded. “Wanna talk about it?” You shook your head.

He held you for a bit and he could feel you grow restless. Your body shifting above him just barely stopping when his hands met your hips. “Bunny?” He whispered and you still said nothing. “If you want something use your words.” He could practically feel your body just melt at his dominating tone.

“N-need you sir.” You finally mellowed.

“You already have me right here silly.” You groaned knowing he was teasing you. Knowing he wanted you to say it. He felt your cheeks heat up as you hid your face deeper in his neck.

When he still didn’t give you what you wanted when you tried to roll your hips only to be met with his hands holding you still he heard your needy voice right near his ear.

“Please, sir. Please use me for your pleasure and don’t let me think about anything but you. Jus’ wanna make you feel good. I just want to be your little toy~”

His breath hitched, of course, he was expecting it but to hear you begging for him like that sent a wave of excitement through him.

"You want me to use you?" He whispered his teeth grazing against your earlobe as you shivered at the feeling of his warm breath.

"Yes"

"Yes, what?" He asked moving to grab your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips. "Go one bunny, yes what?"

"Yes, daddy!" You finally squeaked and this time you had caught him off guard. No one moved, and no one spoke. You had half the mind to get up and run from the embarrassment but the second you made to do so you were being flipped onto your back only to have a blown-eyed Tamaki on top of you.

"T-tama?" you whispered.

He chuckled the sound low and deep sending a vibration through you where your chests were connected. "That's not my name anymore bunny."

[k-nonsense]

(See updated list on my blog)

My reviews of all my favorite k dramas I have seen so far (up to 12)

1) Hometown Cha Cha Cha: The gold standard. Chief’s kiss. Best show I have watched in a very long time. It’s an absolute masterpiece and delight. I want to live in that fictional town forever. Go watch it now! Its got Gilmore Girls and Hart of Dixie vibes. 6/5 (Netflix)

2) Her Private Life: Super funny and charming. The romantic leads have insane chemistry. The premise is so good! I LOVE that the lead is a Korean boy band fan girl. Might be the most rewatchable of all the k dramas I’ve seen so far. 5/5 (Netflix)

3) Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung: Great strong female lead. Very good messages. The most adorable prince I’ve ever seen. What more do you need? Couldn’t stop watching. I hope Cha Eun Woo gets more parts like this in the future. 5/5 (Netflix)

4) Start-Up: Great acting, compelling storylines. Very cute love story. Intriguing plot twists. High quality cinematography. Intense love triangle. Grandma is MVP of the show. 4/5 (Netflix)

5) Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo: It was refreshing to see a bad-ass yet vulnerable woman like Kim Bok-Joo as a romantic lead. I hope there are more characters like her on tv in the future. The main couple was adorable and very different from most other couples. They had so much fun together which was fun to watch. 4/5 (Viki)

6) Run On: Cute,fun, silly and pretty light. A very easy show to watch. I especially loved the supporting cast. The art student guy was adorable. Can he get a spin off? Strange storyline but it was a fun easy ride. 4/5 (Netflix)

7)Touch Your Heart: Don’t be fooled by the first few episodes, the characters will become very likable and the court cases and romantic storylines will become very intriguing and compelling by episode 3. If you can just stick it out for a while, you will enjoy this cute series. 4/5 (Netflix)

8)Doom at Your Service: I did not think I would like this but I really loved it. I enjoyed the made up theology a lot. The main couple and the smaller side characters were really likable. I didn’t like the second male lead editor guy but he wasn’t in it too much. It was a sometimes real sad yet ultimately heart warming fantasy story. 4/5 (Viki)

9)What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim: This show has elements of what I like from every other K-Drama I’ve seen: great chemistry between the leads, hilarious supporting cast, pretty light and fun. That being said, it did feel a bit formulaic at times. It’s pretty much Two Weeks Notice, which I love. 4/5 (Hulu)

10)Crash Landing On You: This show is so interesting. I love seeing what life is like in North Korea. Oh and the main couple has so much chemistry they became a couple in real life. Very lovable side characters. Unfortunately it becomes a bit too melodramatic for me about half way through. The first half was phenomenal though. 3/5 (Netflix)

11)True Beauty: Makes me sad to say this because I love Cha Eun Woo but I just don’t think this one is for me. It’s a great show if you like angsty teen love triangles. It has a good message which I loved but I really didn’t care about the side characters. I found myself fast forwarding through all the parts that didn’t have the main couple in it. 2/5 (Viki)

12)Goblin: I just can’t get through it. I’m currently on episode 12 and I just can’t anymore. The fact that she’s a child and he’s permanently 35 (or 900?) is too creepy. How did this even get made? I think I could have really enjoyed it if they just made her an appropriate age. The only redeeming quality it has is the adorable Grim Reaper but you can watch him without being totally creeped out in Touch Your Heart. Should I force myself to finish this? 1/5 (Viki)

What are your thoughts on these shows? Do you agree or disagree with my rankings? What do you think I should watch next? On my growing list to watch are So I Married My Anti-Fan, Strong Woman Do Bong Soon, Our Beloved Summer, and Oh My Venus. Am I missing anything?

Update: I did finish Goblin. It was pretty painful for me honestly. Thank you commentators for all the recommendations! I added a bunch to the list. Just started So I Married My Anti-Fan. It seems super fun so far! I love that the boss lady from Run On is in it.

[tragic-shadows]

Sorry Idk if your taking requests rn since you haven’t been posting and that’s fine but if you do start again can you do a Angst story with no happy ending please with Gibbs x reader with the prompts 15. “Why don’t you love me?” And 35. “I regret everything” And also 43. “Tell me you love me, or leave”

You don’t have to 💗

A/N: WHATTTT!! Did I randomly get the urge to start writing again?? Maybe.. Absolutely love every single one of you🤍🤍

Title: And I Might Be Okay (But I'm Not Fine At All)

Word Count: 1044

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): GibbsxReader, Slibbs

It happened gradually. You supposed that was how all things with love were. You fall into love slowly, and you fall out of love slowly. Although, maybe the argument could be made that it's all in one split second. You see them and they see you and BAM! Neither of you are ever the same again. Unless you never actually feel out of love, only deeper into resentment. 

"Why?" You whisper, simply staring at him, the woman in his bed that was not you completely forgotten. You were downstairs now in the basement, holding up in front of him what you had found. Your own boyfriend in your own bed. You didn't know who's it was but you didn't care, it wasn't yours. "Why would you do this?" 

"Y/N," He took a step towards you carefully, almost as if he was afraid you were a bomb about to go off with one wrong move. "It's not what ya' think. I- you were never supposed to-"

"To find out?" Your voice could barely be classified as a whisper.

"To fall in love with me. And I- I was never supposed to fall in love with you!" 

"But I did, and you did and you promised.. You promised!" You wanted to yell but you couldn't. You took a step backwards, hitting your back against the wall. "Jethro you promised. Who was it?"

Jethro shook his head. "Please-"

"Who. Was. It?" You stop on every word, looking him deeper in the eyes with every syllable. "Bishop? Abby? Jack?" He shifted. "Of course," you laughed at how silly this all was. "You said you would wait till I was ready but you just couldn't so you banged my best friend. IN MY OWN BED!" This time you did yell. "Because all you wanted from me was physical love, because the emotional love I have just couldn't be enough." 

"No I-"

"Don't lie to me Jethro. Did you or did you not sleep with Jacqueline Sloane?" His silence was all the conformation you needed, you knew. But you still wanted to hear it. 

"Don't make me say it. Like ya' a lot Y/N. Really do."

"Stop. Did you. Or did you not. Sleep. With. Jack? In our bed?"

"I slept with Jack," Jethro admitted, looking away from you and at the picture of the three of you that was sitting on the top of his work bench. 

You march over and take the picture, smashing the frame before throwing the photo into the shredder. "My best friend," you scoffed. "You slept with my best friend." The disbelief was gone and now you were angry. You were more disappointed with him, but definitely anger at Jack.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could manage.

"Rule 6."

"I regret everything, she was just so.." Jethro took another step but you shook your head. 

"Don't-" you warned. 

"Y/N/N." He stepped within arms reach and you did the first thing you could think of, you reached out and slapped him clear across the cheek. 

"She was so what? Better than me?"

"No! Y/N we've never even-"

"So that is it, isn't it?"

"Just kinda ya know.." Jethro admitted

"I actually don't know," you hissed back. You glanced again at the pictures above Jethro's work station. A picture of you and Jethro the day you had your first kiss. Abby had captured it on a polaroid and it was absolutely your favorite thing in the house. Well, it was. The baseball bat in the corner seemed pretty great now. "Tell me you love me, or leave." It was as simple as that and yet…

"First of all, this is my house. Ya' get that right. And I do. Love ya' so much Y/N. Just- not as much."

"Not as much as Jack," you concluded.

"Will you stop that! Not about Sloane. Just don't love ya' like when we first met. Ya' changed, Y/N. So uptight."

You had tears spilling down your cheeks as you faced your boyfriend who was also your boss. "Why don't you love me anymore Jethro?" 

"Cause you're not you anymore."

"What on earth is that even supposed to mean?"

"Don't know anymore," Jethro admitted. "I don't know who you are cause ya' sure ain't you. Don't think I'll ever be able to fully stop loving you."

"Well, a little less love is second to none." You pull your badge out of your waistband and slam it on the workbench. "Let me know if you ever find a better agent then me. And heck knows I'd have been a better lover than Sloane." You turn your nose up at her name. You glared at him as you made your way up the stairs, but your sly smile quickly faded into tears. You loved Leroy Jethro Gibbs and you always had. You guessed your mom was right, you would wake up cold for the rest of your life. 

You grab your keys, wallet, and phone on the way out, not bothering with anything else, dialing your best friend. "Hey J!" You said. You had meant it to sound exciting but it sounded like you wanted to murder her. You kind of did. You cocked your gun and put it back in it's holster, covering it up with your sweatshirt.

"Hey girly! Was gonna call you soon just had a few things to finish up here at the office."

"Jack," you whisper.

"Yeah? Y/N/N are you ok? Do I need to come get you?"

"Jack why did you sleep with Gibbs?"

The line went quiet and all you could hear was her struggled breathing. "Y/N I'm so sorry you were never supposed to find out."

"And that makes it better?"

"No of course not!" She was obviously crying and you wanted to feel bad but you just couldn't.

"Bye Jack," you reply sadly, ending the call. You went in and blocked her number, setting your GPS to Abby's house. Maybe, just maybe she could help. But who were you kidding? Just because Jack was your best friend didn't mean you were hers. No, Abby was for sure. And she was Gibbs's star. No one would ever love you like you loved them.

TAGS: @aleck-cross @ah-blossom @ilovemark1951 @marennnx @originalsoulcollector @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

[therealpussybangs]

When you find out the Haikyuu boys cheated.. Pt. 2

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Starring:    Timeskip!Aone, Goshiki, Kita, Lev                                                          

A/N- Tw: Cheating, crying, yelling, fighting, mentions of sexual-    intercourse, swearing, please let me know if i missed anything!!  

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Aone-

                Today was supposed to be your 4th year anniversary with your amazing boyfriend Aone. However, that date idea had quickly turned to shit when you see your boyfriend at a booth with some other chick.

You didn’t want to jump to conclusions, because you were exceptionally early to this date, so you walk over, hoping it was a sister or some other relative. 

But when you finally made it over to the table, your boyfriend looked like he had seen a ghost. Pale, scared, and he looked sick. The thing that hurt the most was the guilt swimming in his eyes. Eyes that were once only for you. Eyes that were always warm and welcoming, the eyes that felt like home. His once beautiful and bright eyes were now dulled, guilty and scared.

Aone felt like he couldn’t move. He was stuck in his chair when he saw you. 

‘Our date isn’t for another 20 minutes... how could this happen...?’ He thinks to himself. Then he remembers what you had said earlier about being early for the special today. He curses under his breath and opens his mouth to make excuses, but that’s when he hears a sniffle.

He reluctantly looks up to see you crying, and swiping at your eyes wildly. His heart shatters and sinks to the floor and he immediately knows he shouldn’t lie, it’ll only make it worse.

“Baby i’m so sorry....” He looks down, not ready to hear your reply.                     “Was i not good enough..? What should I have done differently..?” You say in a small, hurt voice.

“No! I-” He was cut off by the other girl sitting in front of him.

“Bubs who’s this ugly little girl? She a friend of yours? Or what..she kinda smells a little..” She says in a squeaky, bratty voice.

“Oh, haha; i’m actually his soon to be ex-girlfriend! So nice to meet you!! And so nice to leave you ‘bubs’!” You say with a fake smile, and filled with sarcasm. 

“Babe- do-” Aone started quietly, he always was so quiet and reserved. But he seemed so talkative with this new girl....

“By Aone! Bye bitch I don’t know!” You say oh so confidently, until you go to itch your eyes. ‘oh... tears..’ You began to cry harder as you realize you just left the one thing you loved most.

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Goshiki-

 You and Tsutomu had been pretty distant after a fight you two had, and you wanted to go over and apologize to him because you realized you were in the wrong. 

However, what you did not expect was to see another car parked outside of your shared home.

This fight you both had was because of some silly coworker jokingly hitting on you. You had known this person since you were little, so it was nothing new. They were also fully aware of the fact that you were in a committed relationship with Tsutomu. 

So, who could be at his house? Was he really hurt enough to call a friend or relative for help/advice? Now you felt really bad, so you quickly make your way up the steps to your shared home and push past the door. 

What you did not expect to hear, were muffled whimpers and Goshiki’s smooth, calming voice. ‘Wh-what?’ You think maybe it was something else, maybe it was Goshiki whimpering and sniffling and someone else sweet talking him. But once you walk into your bedroom....you shut down.

“B..baby,,?” You ask, voice small. You were shaking and trying your best to keep your cool and hold back the tears threatening to spill. “Whats going on..?”

Goshiki immediately whips his head around from where it was buried between someone elses thighs. But when he sees your hurt eyes and sad features guilt pools at the bottom of his stomach. He was with someone else, on your shared bed, in your shared home. This realization suddenly hit him like a brick, and he immediately shot straight up. “I-I can explain!!” 

“Explain what? The fact you were pleasuring some random whore on our bed?? What else is there to explain Tsut- Goshiki?” You yell back, the tears from before finally breaking the barrier and streaming down your face.

Goshiki just stood there, shaken up and regretful, not daring to say a word, knowing it will make things worse. But you persisted and asked him again why he did it and he started to get annoyed with your yelling. “I was angry with your stupid fucking co-worker for flirting with you and smacking your ass and always eating lunch with you!! I wanted you to know how it felt!!” He yelled back, without thinking. Bad idea.

You were speechless to say the least. He did not just compare cheating to harmless banter between friends...did he? He didn’t just call your absolute bestfriend stupid...did he?

“Get out. Both of you.” You say, your tone stone cold.

“What..” Your ex says, his voice small and shaky, almost as if it was any louder it would shatter you.

“GET OUT!! NOW!!” You say, now yelling as warm, fat tears stream down your face. You were furious, deflated, tired, and so, so done. You thought you were going to be sick. You had trusted him, and here he was, with a beautiful woman, probably 10x better than you. And to think you were going to apologize to him.

“Baby... we can fix this! right? Move forward!” He says, not so confident or angry this time.

“What, so you can go off with some other bitch as soon as the going gets tough again? No. We’re over. Goodbye Goshiki, please don’t try to contact me, i’ll have someone come get my stuff.”

And with that, you slammed the door and walked out of the place you one called home. 

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Kita-

Kita was a simple man. He wanted 2 things in life: A family with you, and his rice fields to do well.

However he did not take it very well when you said you were not ready for a family, and he stormed out on you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, thinking about how you could be better.

The past month and a half, you and Kita have been pretty distant, and you have been preparing yourself for a family in any way you can. For example: Finishing the last of your extra studies, learning how to make extra delicious meals, even though Kita wasn’t ever there to try them, and you even started looking into parenting books. You just wanted to be the perfect wife for him.

So one day you waited for him to come home, ready to tell him the big news; you were ready to start a family. So when he finally got back, you told him!

“Babe! I think i’m ready for a family! With you!” You said happily and confidently. But when you saw his eyes widen in surprise, you didn’t expect them to also be oh so regretful.

“Y-you are..?” He asks, suddenly shaking. His stomach drops to the floor while his heart breaks simultaneously. You... you prepared yourself all on your own, just for him. And he knows he fucked up, getting some other girl pregnant, but he was so angry and sad he just.... it just... happened.

Just then, he gets a call, from the one person he really did not want to talk to. The other woman he got pregnant. He was so scared to pick up the phone, so you did. He froze. ‘No..! You cant pick that up...it will ruin us..’

“Hey! Shin! The baby just kicked! I hope its a girl.... Shin..?” The girl says on the other end, happy and excited.

“wh..what?” You say, confused. “Who are you..?”

“I’m his girlfriend! Who are you silly?” She says, still bubbly.

“I-” You start, and then hang up. It could not be. He did not get another woman pregnant, he was your baby, no one else...right? You slowly look over to Kita, hoping you didn’t just hear what you think you did.

He looks down, guilt and shame washing over his built figure.

“I’m so sorry... it wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did and I can’t just leave her by herself..” He says, voice gradually getting louder.

“So.. you couldn’t just wait a little longer huh...it’s okay, I hope you two will be happy.” You walked away after that, and just then was when Kita realized he was loosing you. He panicked, and reached out for your hand, but you were already gone, into the bedroom you both shared, presumably packing.

But it’s when he sees you walk out the door, tears streaming down your face, and sobs wracking you body, that reality finally shifted. You were leaving, and he was now responsible for a child that wasn’t yours. He was mortified to say  the least.

“Bye Shin, i’ll always love you y’know.. I hope your child is as beautiful as you.”

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Lev-

Today was your birthday! And you were so excited to spend it with your beanpole boyfriend! But he hadn’t answered your texts yet, and your calls either. You understood he had a photo-shoot, but it was over hours ago, even his manager didn’t know where he was. So you decided to check his snapmap because you were genuinely worried??

But when you saw his bitmoji at an unrecognized address, you freaked out and drove there immediately.

When you got there, his car was parked in the driveway, and the lights were on inside. You could also hear the faint hum of soft music. 

Lev was always so gentle with you, and he never raised hid voice or got angry with you. You loved that about him, how soft he was. When you guys first met, he was willing to take things slow, and wait until you were both comfortable with eachother. 

He was always so patient, or so you thought. You weren’t ready for anything intimate other than kissing, and he said he was okay with that. But horny men will be horny men. 

But you at least thought he could wait a little longer for you, his girlfriend of 11 months. At least those were the thoughts that flew through your head as you walked into the mystery house.

It was Lev, laid out on a bed with silk sheets, rose petals scattered everywhere, and Champaign on the nightstand next to him. 

Well, more like next to the other woman in bed with him, dressed in red lacy lingerie and pretty makeup. The candle-light makes them both look so majestic, well they would if they both didn’t have shocked/guilty expressions on their faces. 

Lev got up immediately and tried to grab your arm, but you shrugged him off.

“I trusted you, and I loved you, I still love you! But here you are, with another woman, on my birthday. Happy fucking birthday to me i guess.”

He stood there dumbfounded as you walked out, your confident facade breaking as tears slip down your rosy cheeks. Then, you drive away, knowing things will never be the same...

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Annnnnd it’s finally out! Not proofread i’m sorry </3 Kita’s hurt the most smh

ALSOOOO don’t forget you are fucking gorgeous and ilysm pls take care of your gorgeous self!

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Hi. I’m not sure if your requests are still open or not, but I’ve been having a bit of a rough day. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing for Kirishima, Midoriya and Todoroki, (if you don’t write any of the characters, that’s fine), where the reader is a really happy-go-lucky person and they tend to get loud without realizing it. A bully or someone tells the reader that they are being too loud and they close up, like stop talking. The boys, (separately), comfort the reader. Just overall fluff. If your requests aren’t open anymore or you don’t want to write this, that’s totally fine. Just thought I’d ask. I hope you are having a good day/night.

This is sweet. Absolutely

Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut, angst, fluff

Kirishima🥰

He would notice your change in demeanor IMMEDIATELY

He’ll wrap his arms around you and start kissing on you

“Baby just tell me what’s wrong? What happened?”

When you start to cry it breaks his heart and he just holds you closer

You start telling him what happened and though he doesn’t show it he is very angry at the person who yelled at you

He’ll grab your face and wipe your cheeks and the end of your nose with his shirt

You can tell him snot is gross he doesn’t care

It’s manly to care for the person you love

“I love you the way you are baby. It’s very manly to be yourself, and seeing you happy and bubbly and loud makes me happy too. It’s infectious. Don’t listen to them

Definitely beats the shit out of the person the next time they end up training together. Does not hold back.

Deku🥰

Our baby thinks it’s his fault

He’s literally sick with worry over it

He asks you to meet him after work one night

You’re surprised when he’s crying and asking you if you want to break up with him

“You’re so quiet now. I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? Don’t you love me anymore?”

You hug him and tell him it’s not him and then you pour your heart out

He instantly feels guilty and apologizes for being selfish

You apologize to him for not telling him

He kisses you softly and tells you he loves you how you are and doesn’t want you to change

He thinks you’re perfect and your smile lights up his world

Soft cuddly and sweet Deku all night

Also makes sure to boost your confidence even more, every chance he gets

He just is so in love with you and never wants you to doubt yourself again

Todoroki🥰

Doesn’t realize there’s a problem (our boy is dense)

It isn’t until date night he realizes something is wrong

You’re too quiet

Usually you fill the space between the two of you with excited chatter and jokes

So when you settle in to watch a movie he asks you what’s wrong

“Nothing?” “Well that’s not true. You’re quiet tonight. Did something happen?”

You tell him quietly and shyly that someone had told you you were too loud and civilized people weren’t loud and brash

Shoto cannot believe his ears

Who the fuck would say that to you. YOU.

Perfect wonderful you, who always has a smile and is so enthusiastic it’s easy to get sucked into your schemes

Shoto is serious and he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes

He tells you in no uncertain terms to never doubt yourself

“Maybe other ‘civilized’ people act like that. But my baby is fiery and passionate”

He makes love gently that night, praising you. It’s filled with soft touches and giggles

It takes some time but he does help coax you back into the person you always were

He prefers you at your bubbly silly self and he’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel unworthy again

BONUS:

Bakugou🥰

(Haha I can’t leave my baby out)

He knows somethings up and it’s fucking irritating

He doesn’t say anything at first

He will try to be patient and wait for you to tell him

But no, he’s done, he’s tired of tip toeing

When you speak to him softly and with doubt on your face he kinda loses all patience

“What the hell is up with you? Why are you acting like that?” “Like what?” “All quiet and shit? What the fuck is your deal?”

Is completely surprised when you burst into tears

“I’m too loud. I’m too much right? I need to quiet down and stop jumping around all over the place. That’s what they said.”

At first he’s stunned. Who would say that to you?

Then he’s pissed

Very, very pissed

He grabs your face as gently as he can and looks you right in the eye

“Listen here you shitty woman. I may not be good at this shit but...I love you. YOU. The way you are. Annoying and loud and happy go lucky. That’s the person I fell in love with. Don’t listen to stupid extras. The only opinion that matters is yours. And you should like yourself. Because I fucking love you.”

Definitely goes out of his way to find the person and scares the shit out of them with his quirk