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[hughes86-43]

giving jack a massage to help him feel better after a rough game- no smut :) <3

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Massage | J. Hughes

warnings - none! maybe a bit cheesy, but just sweet fluff! there could be grammar mistakes!

You were watching the devils game from your apartment today as you had various homework for your master’s degree due and had to work late today, so you couldn’t make it to the game to watch your boyfriend in person. However, you got all cozy on your couch watching the game with your dinner, blankets and your laptop.

The devils were struggling today and then ended up losing 6-2 at the end of the game. During the game, your boyfriend Jack had gotten hit multiple times against the glass, and not to mention, the amount of times he had fallen over his own feet. You knew that he would be sore for the next day.

Right after the game, you had received a text from Jack.

jack 🫶🏼: be home shortly love

You replied back for him to be safe and you’ll be waiting on him. So with that, you got back into working on your homework on your laptop.

About an hour later, you hear the front door unlock. Looking up, you see Jack walk through the door carrying his various bags and then locking the door back behind him. He drops his stuff off on the bench in the walkway. Looking up, he sees you waiting on the couch.

Smiling he says, “Hi, love”.

Making his way towards you, you pat the seat on the couch next to you. “I’m sorry about the loss, babe.” He sits next to you, you pull him into a hug, then he winces. Instantly you pull back, giving him a concerned look.

“It’s okay, I’m okay, I just got hit a few times and fell a few times,” he says grabbing your legs and putting them on his lap.

“I saw that, some of them looked like they hurt. Do you want me to give you a massage? It might help a bit, plus it would take some of the tension away from you and help you relax,” you say with a looking into his eyes.

“I’d love that, but I want to shower real quick, so you can give me one after, if that’s okay.”

Nodding your head, you say, “That’s fine, baby, I just want you to feel better. Now go shower and I’ll join you in the bedroom. I’m just going to tidy up real quick.” He gives you a kiss before heading to the bathroom to shower.

Twenty minutes later, you tidied up the living room and made your way into the bathroom to do your nightly routine and changed into some pajamas. While Jack finished his shower and changed into sweatpants and joined you on the bed.

“Lay on your stomach, love,” you say. Jack moves to where he is laying on his stomach. You move beside him on the bed on your knees. You start with his shoulders, rubbing and kneading circles into them.

“That feels great, I can already tell how much this is helping already,” Jack says with a sigh.

“I’m glad. Where else are you hurting at?” You say, as you want to get as much tension and pain out of him as you can.

“My lower back is hurting a bit, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, I just want to make you feel better. I would do this all night, but my arms would probably fall off,” You say with laugh.

Moving to his lower back, you begin kneading away. “How was your day today? I feel bad because we’re so focused on me, and I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask you baby,” Jack says while still laying face down, fully content with the massage. He loves the way that each caressing touch that you do is filled with so much love and care for him.

“It was good, I just had to work late at the firm to get some paperwork done since I left early the other day with that headache. I finished mostly all of my homework for my classes, and I filled out some information for my fellowship for my degree,” You say still massaging his lower back, while also going back up to his shoulders. “I hate I had to miss the game, since I haven’t been to one in over a week with being busy.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’m just glad you still watch them at home. I know you’re busy, and I’m still just as proud of you and how you deal with it all and deal with me and my pain,” Jack says as he turns around and goes back to laying on his back but against the pillows now. He pulls you to sit on his lap, straddling him.

You put your hands on his chest, looking into his eyes, you say, “Of course, we’re a team, I’ll be happy to take your pain away any time, any day. I hope my massage helped, although I wouldn’t call myself a masseuse at all,” You laugh.

Jack smiles at you, “You did good, baby. Now let’s go to bed, I’m tired.” You give him a kiss and lay you forehead on his, savoring the moment. Then you hop off his lap and lay on your side of the bed snuggling under the covers.

Jack pulls you into his side, “I love you, goodnight love.”

Laying your hand on his chest, you say, “Goodnight baby, I love you.”

[midnightsnyx]

girl at home | mat barzal | part 4

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: you’re eighteen when you find yourself pregnant after Mat leaves for hockey. nearly eight years later, Mat finds out about your daughter and you have to deal with the consequences of not telling him about her.

warnings: not edited, angst, mentions of alcohol, pregnancy, food word count: 1.3k authors note: sorry it's late & short but i was sick and then had writers block. i hope u guys like it!! if u like it let me know but if you hate it also let me know. also HUGE thanks to @barzysbaby for the help with this chapter!! it probably wouldn't have been finished without your help! if anyone wants to be added or taken off the tag list, let me know! you can shoot me a dm, send an ask or fill out my tag list form.

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After your unexpected heart-to-heart with Mat, you begin to realize that you’re starting to tread on some thin ice with your relationship with him. Letting those feelings you’d tucked away start to come back was a recipe for disaster because you had Nora to think about. If he really wanted to be a part of her life, the two of you couldn’t start a relationship because if it went wrong, it would ruin the opportunity for him to be in her life comfortably. 

However, the problem is how perceptive Nora can be. 

Letting yourself have ‘just one moment’ with Mat last night was a bad idea because you wake up on the couch the next morning, Mat holding you close, and a grumpy six-year-old demanding breakfast. 

“Eggs please,” Nora demands, curious eyes watching you and Mat. When you make no move to get up off the couch and get her breakfast, she stomps a foot and crosses her arms.

“Grandma said I could have eggs for breakfast,” she says and then pauses before adding: “and she said I could have pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes.”

“You’re not at grandma’s, are you?” you reply, watching her frown. 

“Well then can you bring me to grandma’s?” she replies without missing a beat.

You open your mouth to tell her no, you won’t be bringing her to grandmas with that attitude when Mat interrupts. 

“I’ll make some pancakes,” he mumbles sleepily, sitting up and pulling you with him. You turn to tell him no but your mouth goes dry because you forgot how good he looks in the morning. You’re staring long enough that he notices and a smirk tugs at his mouth but he doesn’t say anything, instead standing up and offering a hand to Nora. 

“Let’s go make mom some pancakes,” he says and she smiles up at him and it’s just so damn domestic that you want to cry.  

You watch them walk over to the kitchen and start preparing the ingredients while you sit there, trying to pull yourself together. He’s falling so seamlessly into being a parent that you can’t decide how to feel. His attentiveness and patience with her could be temporary and then when he realizes how hard being a parent really is, you’ll be left to clean up the mess he leaves behind. On the other hand, he might be serious about the entire thing and everything could work out.

Nora's giggles catch your attention and you look to see Mat cracking an egg on her forehead like the video he had sent you a few days ago, claiming that he would try it on Nora. Almost as if he can sense that you’re watching them, he looks up and catches your eye and grins, tilting his head slightly.

“You wanna help or just sit there all morning?” he teases so you stand up and make your way to the kitchen to stand next to Nora, kissing the forehead when she grins up at you. 

“How can I help?”

. . .

It was inevitable that the hockey world would catch wind that Mathew Barzal had a child. Whether it was his now ex-girlfriend, or just someone from home that spilled the beans, suddenly all the sports sites had articles up about it. They can't legally say Nora’s name or show photos of her because she’s still a minor, but they can definitely dig up old high school pictures and find your instagram.

It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together for people to realize that you were his baby mama. You had to turn your social media accounts private because you were suddenly having people comment on your photos, and sending DM’s. Most of them weren’t the nicest, accusing you of kid-trapping Mat and while you knew that it was useless to be upset over it, it was hard. They didn’t and would never know the details but it bothered you to no end, and unfortunately, you took your frustration out on Mat, who took whatever you threw at him. You said things you regretted the next morning and he would just smile and tell you it was fine. 

But it wasn’t, and everything crashed down about two weeks after the first article was posted. You woke up to your phone buzzing, calls and texts from your mom, Jax, some other friends and even Liana. 

And a single text from Mat that had just two words, and a link attached.  

baby daddy: I'm sorry. instagram.com/matbarzal 

It was a statement, clearly written by a PR Manager from the Islanders organization. The statement basically said that Mathew Barzal did not in fact have a child. It was just a rumor floating around that a disgruntled fan spread. A lot of people called it bullshit, saying that it was PR cleaning up a mess, which technically they were doing. Then, there were the fans and journalists who did believe the statement and tried to take back whatever they may have said that was mean. 

It wasn’t the things other people were saying about it though, it was what Mat wasn’t saying. After the post, he ghosted you for four days, ignoring all the texts and calls even when they were about Nora. Liana and Nadia still asked to see Nora on the weekend that she normally does so you dropped her off Friday evening, noticing that Mat’s car was nowhere to be seen. Nadia and Liana didn’t say anything about the situation, just thanking you for letting Nora stay over for the night and promising to call if anything came up. You didn’t have anything planned so you went back to your apartment, hoping to catch up on some overdue work you’d been letting pile up.

Halfway through writing a draft for a chapter, there’s a knock on your door. You’re once again suspecting it to be Nadia or Liana with Nora but you come face to face with Mat.

Again.

His eyes are trained on the ground, refusing to meet yours. There are a thousand things you want to say, most of them not nice at all but what comes out is: “beer?” 

His head shoots up, clearly not expecting that response from you but he nods his head and walks in when you step to the side. He toes off his shoes and walks straight towards the kitchen. By instinct, he opens the fridge to get himself a drink and then pauses, looking at you sheepishly.

“Beer?”

“Water,” you reply and he nods, passing you a bottle of water. You both sit at the kitchen island, drinking your respectable drinks in silence until he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t know that they were going to write that. Our public relations manager wrote it and just told me to post it. My agent asked her to clean things up a little because it was getting out of hand. I didn’t want to hurt you or Nora, I swear.” 

“It’s too late for that,” you say sharply. “You said you want to be in Nora’s life but she can’t be a secret, Mat! You can’t say you want to try, and then turn around and tell the world that she’s not yours. If you’re not going to be in this one-hundred percent, then you shouldn’t be here at all.” 

He must take your last statement as a dismissal because he stands up, slips his shoes on and leaves, closing the door a little harder than necessary. 

You sit in silence far too long, part of you foolishly hoping that Mat will come back but you know he won’t. Not today at least. So, you go back to working on your draft but you can’t focus. Part of you wants to try and put yourself in his shoes, to try and understand why he didn’t fight harder against what public relations wanted but you can’t. You can’t imagine not being Nora’s mom and you wonder if maybe this is the way out he was hoping for. Maybe he decided that being a parent was fun for a little while, but when he understood the real consequences and struggles that come along with it, he realized he didn’t want it. That he didn’t want Nora.

Maybe this is his out.

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[shelbgrey]

Hey, hoping to not disturb but I have a request for you :) a Benedict Bridgerton x reader

And reader is insecure of her body, for have maybe too much chest or maybe because of the acne in her face, and maybe he can comfort her in some way.

I thank you in anticipation <3 I’ll probably stay anonymous in this request, because of feeling too insecure, and maybe comment when you’ll post it

Hope you have a great day!!🫶🏻🌸

Beautiful (Benedict Bridgerton)

Paring: Benedict Bridgerton x Wife!Reader

Summary: even at her lowest Benedict thinks she's the most beautiful person in the world and only wishes she sees herself the way he does. As much as she looks beautiful in the masquerade mask he hates it because it hides the natural beauty her face holds.

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It was the masquerade ball of the season. It was always the most overwhelming because the planning was overwhelming and exciting for Benedict's mother Violet Bridgerton. But since she was the hostess to the ball all her children and their spouses were expected there.

Benedict nor his wife were getting out of tonight, neither were his brothers and their wives. Benedict had only gotten halfway ready, slaking and getting a few drinks in with Colin and Anthony. Benedict knew the consequences he'd face from both his mother and wife if he showed up drunk, so he finished his 2nd drink and went off to find his wife before the ball started.

Y/n stood in front of the mirror in their bedroom. She let out a sigh, not feeling like herself tonight. She requested the staff to get ready alone tonight, telling them she simply wanted some peace and quiet. Truly she just didn't want them to see her body, she hasn't felt beautiful as of late. Y/n have always had some extra curves to her body and for a long time it didn't bother her, Benedict made y/n feel beautiful, but lately she felt like her chest was getting bigger in an unattractive way.

She fiddled with her navy blue gown. It was her favorite one and it always made her feel good, but it didn't matter how many times she adjusted it or did a few turns, it just wasn't helping the insecurities that were growing in her heart.

The door knob of the bedroom turned and Benedict walked in and smiled at the view of his wife. However, it didn't take him long to realize something was off with her. The way she was looking in the mirror. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, placing his lips against the skin of her neck and giving her a small kisses

“Something on your mind, love?”

Y/n felt her heart pounding against her chest, she loved the comfort of his arms truly she did, but the idea of him wrapping his arms around her waist right now made her feel nervous. Y/n didn't want him to notice the way her body felt right now.

“I just don't feel like myself tonight” y/n said softly. Her thumb gently ran across her lip, fixing the lipstick she talked herself into wearing. She studied her face again, seeing nothing but the few spots of acne on her chin and a couple on her cheek bone.

Benedict could tell she was struggling with something. He was also certain it had to do more with how she looked and the way she was examining herself through the mirror. He knew y/n felt insecure. Even when he would tell her how beautiful she looked, he could tell she didn't feel it. He let out a small sigh while tightening his arms around her waist.

“You look flawless, my love” he said, gently kissing her neck.

“Thank you darling,” she said softly. “but I just don't feel like hearing that right now”

Benedict stopped trailing his lips down her neck, but kept his arms around her waist. He was trying to think what he could say or do to try to help her feel better. He was still looking through the mirror at her reflection, noticing she had her eyes glued more to analyzing her physical appearance than anything else. “What would you like to hear then?” he asked gently, his eyes flickering to hers through the mirror.

“You don't have to say anything, my dear” she said softly, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

Benedict's eyes were filled with concern. He could see her looking at herself but not looking at all. She was picking out every imperfection in her appearance. It was something she did but it was particularly strong tonight. He turned her around so her back was facing the mirror and he was standing in front of her. He put his hands on her hips, squeezing them softly in his hands. “Can you just look at me for a moment, love?” she did as he said and looked up

Benedict studied her whole face. Her eyes were the most gorgeous things about her, at least to him. However, he noticed they seemed dull. He hated seeing no sparkle in her eyes. He brought a hand up to gently caress her cheek in his palm.

“Please tell me what's wrong. It's more than just not feeling like yourself. I know you. I can see that you're picking out every little flaw in your appearance right now, aren't you?”

All she could think to say is, “I'm sorry”

Benedict gave her a small, reassuring smile. He continued caressing her face and moved his other hand to hold her waist. “You have nothing to be sorry about. I just want to know what's going on in that head of yours right now, my love”

“I just don't like the way my body looks in any of my dresses... And the blemishes are popping back up on my face. I just, I just don't feel good when I look in the mirror lately” she admitted softly.

Benedict moved a thumb over to her chin and traced it softly. “Your body is gorgeous, darling. And you know my opinion on the dress you're wearing right now. As for the blemishes, they don't change a single thing. They are not more noticeable than your beautiful face, love. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you”

“What could you possibly see?” y/n asked softly.

Benedict brought a hand to her chin and lifted it up slightly. He stared her straight in the eyes and a very serious look filled his face. “Y/n, I don't understand how you can't see how breathtakingly beautiful you are. You're perfect to me in every way. The way the dress hugs you, your curves, the way your hair falls around your frame, the color of your eyes, lips, the tiny smattering of freckles. I see nothing but beauty in you when I look at you”

His words made her heart skip a beat. Y/n stared into his eyes with so much vulnerability. She couldn't ignore the way he made her feel, he always made her feel beautiful and loved. But at the same time that little demon in her mind wouldn't shut up, speaking words more powerful and more hateful.

Benedict continued to hold eye contact with her, silently begging her to listen to him. He wanted more than anything to be able to help her see herself the way he saw her. He could see the hurt in her eyes.

“Please believe me, love. I'm not just saying that because I'm your husband. I love you. Everything about you, completely. Can you just trust me?”

“I trust you, ” she said softly. “I've always trusted you”

He continued to look into those eyes, still holding her chin in his hand. The look in her eyes still gave away the vulnerable state she was in. He brought his other hand to her chin and gently held her face in his hands before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers in a soft, gentle kiss. He was trying to convey all the beauty he saw in her through this kiss.

When she needed to breathe, she pulled away and looked into his eyes and placed her hand on his jaw. “can we just forget about this? We have to be down in the ballroom soon” she said softly.

Benedict sighed softly as he looked down at her, seeing that she was trying to change the subject from her looks. “You don't have to pretend with me, love. But if you want to drop it, I will. For now. We have to get downstairs”

“I'm not pretending, Benny. I just don't want to talk about it right now” y/n kissed him on the cheek, trying to prove she was alright.

The one thing she felt thankful for about tonight were the masks. Violet loved throwing the masquerade ball and y/n looked forward to it every year, the beautiful masks, the music, everything. It just seemed so different and unique compared to the usual dances. But this year y/n was just thankful to hide the face that was truly beautiful.

There were two navy masquerade masks, one for y/n and one for Benedict. She grabbed the more feminine looking one, it truly was beautiful. Navy with black lace framing the eye holes and little white jewels lined the mask. “Will you help me, please?”

She held it to her face and gave Benedict the ribbons so he could tie it in the back.

Benedict wasn't buying her 'I'm fine' act, but went along with it anyway. He knew she needed to focus on something else right now because she was too focused on all the 'flaws' she saw in herself. “Of course, love. Turn around” he said as he positioned himself behind her and tied in the ribbons for the mask on her.

“Thank you, my love” y/n stood up on her toes and kissed his jaw, making Benedict's heart skip a beat. He smirked from behind her and fixed the mask so that it was perfectly in place. “You look simply ravishing, Darling” he said, his eyes moving from her face down to the rest of her body. He wanted nothing more than to take that dress off her and make her understand what he found completely, utterly beautiful.

“You're so handsome” y/n smiled up at him. Just because she didn't feel beautiful doesn't mean she ever wanted Benedict to feel low about the way he looks.

The corners of his mouth curled upwards at her compliment. He smirked down at her. His hands had found her hips once again and they slid up along her sides as he spoke. “You know, if you and I weren't expected in the ballroom right now, I'd be taking that dress off your body and showing you what I find beautiful about you, love”

“But we don't have time for that” she sighed and handed him his mask. It matched her’s, the same color except it didn't have all the lace and it had a more masculine shape to it and black designs around the eye holes.

“Sometimes I hate these bloody events and how much time they take up” Benedict sighed, taking the mask.

Part of y/n was grateful they had to be down stairs for the ball. As amazing as sex is with Benedict, she just didn't have the security or the confidence to show her bare body to him at the moment, no matter if they were married or not.

“It's only for a few hours, don't want to disappoint your mother and not show up”

Benedict took notice of how tightly she was linking her arm around his. He could tell how insecure she was feeling about her looks at the moment. Part of him understood, but another part of him was getting annoyed that she didn't see what he did. He was used to her being strong and confident at these events. This vulnerability was driving him crazy right now. “Of course we can't disappoint mother. If we miss her ball she'll have our heads on a stake”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The pair made their way into the ballroom and found themselves amongst other families. There was chatter from all around them as women compliment other women and the men mingled amongst themselves.

He turned his head down to his wife. “You sure you're going to be alright for a couple of hours, love?”

“I'll be okay, my love” y/n exhaled.

Benedict continued to look at her. He could see the uncertainty even through her mask. His hands found her hips again. His thumb rubbed softly along her skin. “I'm serious, darling. If you want to leave for any reason, say the word and I'll get us out of here. I don't want you to be miserable the whole night”

“Benedict, I'll be fine... Let's just go dance”

Benedict stared at her through his mask, not believing her for a moment, but he reluctantly nodded slowly. “As you wish, my love”

He led her out towards the dance floor. They were surrounded by guests already couples and dancing. He put his hands on her waist to hold her close and began swaying with her.

Benedict held her close as they moved slowly around the dance floor. He continued to gaze into her eyes through the mask. He wanted to reassure her. He knew her mind was still elsewhere. He decided to try a different tactic and brought his lips to her ear and whispered in that low voice of his that sent shivers down her spine.

“You look absolutely ravishing in this dress, darling”

“and you look devilishly handsome in this suit” y/n said softly.

Benedict chuckled softly and brought his eyes back down to stare down into hers. He pulled her body a bit closer to his. The look on his face was completely serious. He wanted her to listen to him this time and trust that he wasn't just saying it just to say it.

“I mean it, my love. You look so damn beautiful. I wish you could see what I see. See how the dress fits you perfectly. It's been driving me crazy ever since you put it on”

Y/n smiled softly as they continued to dance. It was a dance they've done a thousand times, each move was almost instinct or robotic. Their bodies were completely in sync while dancing. The way they moved around the dance floor was smooth and easy. Every movement seemed as natural as breathing. He watched her twirl around and then spin back to his body. His hands automatically had gone back to her waist and he pulled her body against his. It was as if she fit perfectly against him. His hand slid up along her spine while continuing to sway with her.

Y/n tried to concentrate on the moment she was sharing with her husband, but she felt like everyone was watching them and not in a good way. Y/n knew they indeed fit well together, but every time his hands touched her waist or thighs they just felt too large against his hands.

Benedict could tell that she wasn't fully focused on him, although she was trying to be.He lowered his head down to her ear again. “Your mind is wandering, love”

“I'm sorry, Darling” is all she could think of to say.

His eyes were unwavering while he continued to stare into hers. He knew she was nervous and insecure. The way she was avoiding eye contact with him proved it. He took her chin and tilted her head up so that her eyes met his. He kept his hand there to hold her head in place so that she couldn't look away. “Stop apologizing for no reason, love. You have nothing to be sorry for. Now look at me”

She looked up at him, staring into his eyes through the mask. Benedict's hand reached to cupped her chin. His body was still moving to the music, but in much more of a gentle slow moving sort of way now. His eyes were as intense as ever.

He took a deep breath. “Do you want to leave and go to our room?”

“yes”

Benedict didn't hesitate to take hold of her hand and start guiding her out of the ballroom. He didn't give a damn about the guests and any rumors that might be spread. All he was focused on right now was her. He led them quickly out into the hallway and didn't let go of her hand as he started moving them towards their room.

*Benedict's mind was set on a single focus: reassuring her and getting her to see how beautiful he saw her. The walk down the hallway seemed longer than usual, but that was only because he was silently willing himself to get her to their room quick enough.

Once they reached the door, Benedict pushed through and let her inside before entering himself. He shut the door behind them once they were both in and immediately turned around and locked the door. He wanted no disturbances for the rest of the night.

Y/n sighed, pulling the Mask off and throwing it on to the vanity. She covered my face. “I'm being ridiculous... I'm sorry about tonight”

Benedict immediately went to her and gently grabbed her wrists, gently pulling her hands away from her face.He was silent for a moment and just looked into her eyes while holding her wrists in his hands. “Stop. Stop saying that you're sorry, love. Tonight was not ridiculous. In fact, I want you to listen to me. Okay?”

Her cheeks went red from embarrassment but I still looked up at him, mumbling a small, “Y-yes”

He noticed the rosy tint on her cheeks and his heart skipped a little at the sight. He didn't want her embarrassed. He wanted her to understand.

“come here” He gently led her so she was standing in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom. He stood behind her, making her look at their reflections.

He wrapped his hands around her stomach and pulled her against his body. So that her back was against his chest and they were both watching their reflections in the mirror. He bent down and brought his lips to her ear and whispered softly.

“Look at yourself, love. Look at how you look in this dress.You said you didn't feel beautiful tonight. But that's not what I see, darling. When I look at you I see nothing but beauty staring back at me”

Y/n blushed, turning her head away from the mirror and nuzzled into his neck. He didn't allow her to turn away. He moved his hands from her stomach and brought them up to her waist instead and held her firmly against him. He continued to speak gently into her ear, trying to get her to look back at the mirror again.

“No, look darling. Look at how beautiful you are. You need to see what I see” He said softly then reached for the zipper of her dress as he stood behind her.

“Benny? What are you doing?” she asked softly.

He still had his arms around her while his fingers gently unzipped her dress. He continued to gently whisper into her ear while he started to slide the dress off her body, making sure to kiss her shoulder as he did so.

“I'm showing you what I see, my love. I'm going to make sure you know how much I find you absolutely stunning right now”

Y/n shivered when the cold air nipped her skin. She didn't like what she saw in the mirror, standing there in just her corset and underwear. Y/n’s cheeks went red when she saw how large her chest and stomach looked in the corset and she noticed every mark on her shoulders and the top of her breasts.

Benedict was staring intently at their reflection in the mirror. He wasn't focusing on her body in the way that she saw it. His eyes were more focused on her face. He saw how hard she was judging herself and it was killing him that she didn't see how he saw her. He let his fingers run across the lace of the corset she was wearing on her hips.

“Do you trust me, beautiful?”

“I trust you,” she said softly.

Benedict continued staring at her through the mirror as his hands continued to slide along the curves of her body. He was still watching the expressions change on her face from the way she was looking at herself in the mirror. “Do you trust me to show you how I see you, love? Do you trust me to show you that you are absolutely perfect in every single way?”

Y/n nodded, making Benedict smile. He leaned down and left a soft kiss on her shoulder. He let his hands move across to the laces of her corset. He began to loosen them up. His eyes moved up to her face in the mirror again. “I'm going to ask you to do something, love. Can you do something for me, my darling?”

“What is it?” she asked softly.

Benedict continued to slowly undo the laces on the corset. “When I take this off I want you to look in the mirror. I want you to look at yourself. and think about what I'm telling you. Can you do that?”

Y/n hesitated. “I'll try,” she spoke honestly.

He continued to move the laces of the corset around her waist, loosening them as he spoke softly to her

“That's all I'm asking, darling. I don't want you to judge yourself for a while. I just want you to listen to me and how I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world” Finally, with the last lace undone, he began pulling the corset off her body slowly.

Y/n didn't know what to say, she just stared into the mirror. Looking at her breasts, they had a couple of acne spots and freckles. Her eyes looked down and saw her curves and stomach.

He placed his hands on her bare hips, his fingertips gently touching her skin while staring at their reflection. He wasn't focusing on the 'imperfections' she saw. The blemishes that she felt made her less. To him, all he saw was love. “See how your body curves? Look how beautiful your body looks”

Y/n didn't respond so he continued to look at their reflection, his hands still holding onto her hips as he pressed her back against his body. He could see that she wasn't seeing what he was seeing. He continued to speak in a comforting voice.

“Those blemishes are not imperfections, my love.Those are the marks of the most stunning woman in the world. My stunning woman”

Benedict hated that all she could do was smile sadly. He wanted her to smile because she was happy. He wanted her to be proud of her body. The way she was still looking at herself in a critical way was driving him crazy. He wanted her to see herself through his eyes.

“Darling, don't you see it? The way your hips create the most perfect curve? I'm completely obsessed with you, love”

Y/n finally cracked a slight smile, her cheeks going red. “thank you” she said just above a whisper.

He saw the smile on her face and smiled to himself. He began tracing the line of her hip with his hands, gently moving along the skin.

“Do you believe me, darling? I'm not saying these things just to be nice. I'm completely and utterly in love with you. With every. part. of. you”

“I believe you” y/n said softly.

Benedict smiled and started moving her, so that she was now facing him. He bent his head down to capture her lips in a kiss. This time, the kiss was gentle but intense, showing all the passion and love he was feeling for her. He continued to kiss her for a few minutes, his hands tracing her body the entire time.

She felt better, not completely but she couldn't help but feel beautiful when she was with Benedict. They both knew this was just a small bulb they would safely climb across. She was beautiful inside and out and Benedict planned on showing her that till the day they die.

[moethewriter]

Idk if you're comfortable doing these but maybe reader is on their month and needs comfort from finnick. Had mine last week the cramps, nausea and back pain was crazy fr lol. Or maybe just a comfort reading been a rough week

Please and thank you have a lovely day 🫶🏾

Of course I can write that anon! Periods are the worst. TITLE: Chamomile Delights WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: Period content, fluff TAGS: Can be read as gn!reader (women aren't the only ones who get periods y'all!) A/N: Loved writing this one! Periods are ass, and as a non-binary person who gets them, we all need a little comfort! Hope you all enjoy this! I'm still not feeling 100%, this flu is lingering my friends, but writing has been taking my mind off of that! Love yall! Also not beta read as per usual, sorry for any spelling mistakes! Haha! -

It had come early, and to say you weren’t happy was an understatement. You wanted to die, truly lay down and allow yourself to become one with the earth because anything would be better than this shit. You didn’t remember the last time you felt this horrible during your cycle, usually you could manage but today was just … awful. Everything made you want to cry, or you when something inconvenienced you, you wanted to chuck it against the wall and watch it smash. You were nauseated at the smell of anything Mags brought you to eat, and to top it all of you just felt so fucking miserable.

Finnick had been gone for a few days, off in The Capitol, when your period had started, usually he would be there to provide any sort of comfort you needed but right now you were alone. You couldn’t blame him, Snow had summoned him and many other Victors for a week of galas and to introduce the new Victors. You feigned illness, which in some ways was true, but you were upset he couldn’t stay with you. Had you known it would start, you probably would have gone because at least then you would have your built in space heater.

You wanted to have him near you, as childish as it sounded. He always made you feel better and doted on you. He made you feel better and knew how to take care of you. But mostly you just missed him. His comforting smile, the way he would rub your lower back and just hold you to help you fall asleep. You were miserable without him, and you looked like shit. It wasn’t ideal, but you could make it through the worst alone if you had too. You felt like something that had just crawled out of a sewer drain, and you were sure you looked like it too.

Finnick hated seeing you so ill. He always wanted to make you feel better in whatever way he could. Whether that was holding you while you angrily muttered and cursed at the world for having cramps, or making you a small dinner that he knew wouldn’t make you sick. Well more like got Mags to make something while he presented it to you, he had never been the best cook and when you weren’t well he knew it was hopeless to try and feed you anything he made, it was sweet the way he tried so hard.

Some days he was a pain in your ass, but you didn’t mind that anymore. 

“When he gets home, I swear I’m going to kill him.” You whispered, throwing a pillow over your head, maybe if you suffocate yourself enough, the lack of oxygen flow would stop the pain all together. “Damn fucking President Snow calling his ass away. Maybe I’ll kill him next.” You grumbled under the pillow.

“Kill who next?”

You sat up straight, regretting your decision the moment you cramped up a little more. You felt a small wave of nausea hit you as you covered your mouth. You hadn’t expected him home until far later in the week. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered, squinting your eyes. “You’re home early.” You observed the glitter on him, his demeanor and the way he was dressed.

It wasn’t unusual for him to come back from The Capitol dressed far differently than anything he wore at home. It wasn’t Finnick’s usual style, he preferred a more low key look when he was in District Four, always had, but he did look gorgeous.

“And you look like shit.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame. “Are you in pain?”

“I feel like shit, thanks for the observation, Finn.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, obviously.” You were far grumpier than you wanted to be but you couldn’t help it right now, the light was too bright and you abdomen felt like it was crushing your insides.

“Ah. I see.” Finnick said, exiting the room.

You grumbled to yourself angrily, desperately searching for a position that gave you any relief, though nothing you had tried worked thus far. At least Finnick was here, despite the annoyance you had at the entire situation, you were thankful he was home early.

“Hot water, and a cup of tea.” Finnick said, returning a few minutes later holding a steaming mug and a small towel.

“Finn.” You felt tears well up in your eyes. “Sorry. I’m not upset, and sorry for being a dick, thank you.” You smiled, as he passed you the cup, you inhaled it and the smile grew.

Chamomile, a luxury to get when you were outside The Capitol. It was your favourite tea, always had been, and he  managed to snag a few boxes of it when he could. He always thought of you like that, whenever he could get you something he would. 

He sat beside you, gently pressing a kiss into your shoulder and you exhaled deeply at the simple, yet comforting gesture. Having his presence was already a comfort.

“What do you need from me?” He asked, pressing his chin to where he laid the kiss. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“Kill me?” You questioned, a teasing tone lacing your words. You sipped the tea he had brought you and felt the warmth take over your body. 

“Well … not that.” He snorted into your shoulder, his hands moving to gently massage your sides. 

“Thank you for the tea, and the hot water. Hold me, massage my back … work your usual magic Odair, because when I tell you I’ve been so unpleasant these last two days … I’m not lying.” You huffed.

“You’re not always unpleasant?” He teased, moving the massage to your shoulders.

You could feel the deep knots slowly being undone, and you let out a sigh of relief, you hadn’t realized the tension had been that bad.

“I will kick you off this bed.” You warned, shooting him a glare.

“Then who would take such good care of you?” Finnick smiled, continuing to work his magic. “No one can live up to this.” He laughed, a small sound coming from the bass of his throat. 

You loved his laugh.

“Hush, let me relax.” You closed your eyes, and focused on his soft humming,

Days like these had always been so miserable, you had gotten so used to riding it out alone, but now you had Finnick. He would always take care of you, and you would in turn, take care of him. There would never be one without the other, not anymore.

“I love you.” You said, simply, leaning into him.

“I love you too.” He said back, holding you closer.

[louloulemons-posts]

Rainy Days and Lattes

Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Summary : Steve goes to get a treat for him and Robin and ends up meeting you.

Word Count : 0.6k

Warnings : Pure fluff, not proofread, 4am writing 🫶🏻, steve is a cutie, just a cute little meet cute drabble, autumn-y rainy days (i am ready for the ber months) no use of y/n, fem pronouns, reader calls steve pretty.

A/N : Guys I don’t know how it happened but we hit 700 followers?!?! I am in shock! Thank you all so much for the love and support it means so much to me 🤍

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Steve had gone on his break, planning on fetching himself and Robin some warm drinks and sweet treats. He headed into the cafe at the end of the block.

It was quiet today, the autumn weather rolling in fast. Leaves turning from green to yellows and oranges, it was beautiful. Although it was damp, drizzling rain fell on him, speeding up to get out of it. Pushing the door open, a small bell jingled above him.

There were a few people sat inside : an older couple, a woman deeply interested in her book, a man and his daughter and two teenagers who were giggling away. Steve smiled, he enjoyed people watching.

Looking up at the boards and the glass cabinets he thought about what to get for Robin - probably opting for the sweetest thing they had.

“Hi, can I help you?” a voice spoke from the counter. Looking up he met your gaze, god you were beautiful. “Uh .. Hi, can I get um,” be cool man, relax, relax.

“Can I please get a hazelnut hot chocolate and a latte please,” he spoke, finally getting his words out. “Sure, is it to drink now?” you smiled.

“Take out please.” He was scared to meet your gaze again, worried he’d be tongue tied and embarrass himself.

He didn’t do as well with girls now as he used too, and well you were probably the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Okidoki, anything else?” you asked, taking his order into the register. “What’s the sweetest cake you have?” he asked.

“Maybe the brownies? or the millionaires shortbread, they’re both filled with caramel,” you explained, whilst pointing them out in the cabinet.

“Could I get one of each?”

“Sure,” you smiled at him again - secretly hoping he’d meet your gaze, cause gosh he was so pretty. “Okay thats $8.65 all together.” After exchanging cash and change you spoke again, “You can wait here or I’ll bring your things over.”

“I’ll wait,” he spoke gently, “Are you new here?” he asked. He’d been here before a few times and never seen you. “Not really. I don’t normally work this shift it’s all, and if I do I’m normally making cakes out the back,” you told him.

He hummed and nodded as he did so. “You come in here a lot?”

“Me and my friend take it in turns, we work at Family Video down the street.”

“Ah I see,” you nodded as you frothed some milk for the latte.

“I might start asking her if I can come here everytime we’re on together,” he spoke up.

“Oh yeah why’s that?” you asked, mouth curving into a slight smile. “Well there’s this really beautiful barista I’d like to see again.”

You nodded, pouring the hot drink into a cup. “Right, and if that barista was completely flattered because such a pretty boy wanted to see her again?”

“He’d ask her out, ask to see her out of this awful uniform.”

Huffing a laugh, you slid his cakes over the counter, turning to finish off his drinks.

“Well she’d be interested, can I take your name for her?”

“It’s Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeated, a smile now consuming your lips. “Mhm, that’s me.”

“I’ll let her know,” you spoke over your shoulder. Sliding the cups into sleeves and placing them in a cup holder so he wouldn’t hurt himself, you handed them over.

“Well it was nice meeting you Steve.”

“You too, have a good day.” You watched him walk out the shop, giving you a goofy smile and carry on his way.

Looking down at his latte cup he noticed some scribbles on the side. Moving as quickly as he could he headed back to work, passing Robin the cakes, to decide which she wanted and her hot choc.

He slid the sleeve off the cup and couldn’t help grinning, it was a number and a name. Your number and name. “God Dingus, you finally get your game back,” Robin teased from beside him.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, smiling as he took as sip of what may have been the best coffee of his life.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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hello! only if you’re comfortable with writing it of course, could i request a fic where the reader has a really bad day at work and jamie comes over with snacks to watch movies and stuff while giving the reader reassurance?🫶

no pressure ofc!!

-xx<3

Plot? We don’t know her. Thanks for requesting! This helped me put of my slump a little

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“Argh!” You slam the door to your flat in frustration and throw your bag on the floor so hard it bounces. It’s been an absolute shit day. Everything that could possibly have gone wrong, went wrong, and somehow it became your responsibility to fix it. It was like one of those dreams where you can never get where you’re going no matter how fast you run. You always seem to end up going backwards.

But now you’re home and you’re free to scream to the void in peace. You trudge to your room and flop facedown on your bed, shoes and clothes still on, resolving not to move until the sun comes up.

You’re there for maybe ten seconds when your stomach grumbles. Shit.

You groan and roll over. You should probably eat something. Hopefully there are good leftovers in the fridge because you are absolutely not cooking. You remember that you just cleaned everything out yesterday and you’re pretty sure that nothing could make this day worse. 

You pull out your phone to order takeout and see you have a missed text from one Jamie Tartt. 

Double shit.

With the way today’s going, it’s probably a breakup text.

(It’s not, you’re just dramatic.)

What it actually says is, Hey love, how was ur day? ;)

You smile ever so slightly, despite yourself.

You reply with a singular: shitty to which Jamie says, be over in 20.

—

You hear the key turn in your door almost exactly twenty minutes later, and you have not moved from the bed. 

That’s actually not true, you moved once to roll back over onto your stomach.

You can hear Jamie moving around in the kitchen before coming into the bedroom.

You hear his footsteps stop at the foot of your bed. 

“Babe,” he says.

You grunt in response.

“Have you been here the whole fucking time?”

“Jamie Tartt,” you say, face still pressed into your pillow, “you better wipe that goddamn smile off your face before I flip over.”

“How’d you even know I was smiling?” he says defensively, and you don’t need to look at him to know that he still is. You roll over to face him.

Jamie makes what he calls his “empathy face.”

“Aw, babe,” he says. “You didn’t even change out of your work clothes?”

You shake your head, making no effort to get up.

Jamie shakes his head back at you and then, without warning, flops on top of you.

“Jamie!” you shriek, “get off!”

You try to shove him off you, but you swear he wills himself to be heavier.

“Nope,” he says, voice muffled due to the fact that his head is in the crook of your neck.

You wiggle a few times, then give up, succumbing to giggles. Jamie pushes himself up a little bit and grins.

“There it is!” he says. “Fucking best part of me day.” He’s getting up just as fast as he laid down. “Let’s get you into some pajamas, yeah?”

You sit up and let Jamie take off your work clothes and maneuver you into an old t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s been over enough times that he knows where everything is. He can’t resist making a comment about your semi-naked body, one that makes you blush and smack him, while he sticks his tongue out at you. The only way to get rid of that cocky look is to kiss it off his face, so you do. You’re kissing him and he’s sliding his hands up your shirt so you move to take it off but he grabs your hands and says, “Oi!”

You still. “What?”

“Took me forever to get you out of bed, I’ll get you back in it but I brought food. It’s in the kitchen and it’s gettin’ cold.”

You squint at him. “Fine. But after that you’re going to fuck me so good that I’m going to completely forget this fucking awful day.”

Jamie gives you a small salute and says, “Yes boss,” before hauling you over his shoulder and into the kitchen.

—

You’re halfway through the pizza he brought when you say, “Should you be eating this?”

He shrugs. “Dunno. What Roy don’t know won’t kill him.”

You laugh and lapse back into silence.

You both have a few more bites when Jamie asks, “D’you want to talk about it?”

You glare at the slice you’re holding. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

Jamie waits expectantly.

“It just fucking sucked,” you say frankly. “Everything went wrong. I had to deal with it. I didn’t get anything done that I needed to, and I’m pretty sure that I’m going to get in trouble for it tomorrow. And I hate that shit. None of it was my fault but fucking Matt from HR is going to tell everyone that it was because he fucking hates me.”

Jamie nods. “Fuck Matt from HR,” he says. 

You shrug. “I just want to, I don’t know, reset my fucking heart rate to a normal pace. It’s all batshit crazy because I’m so stressed. And tired. And I’ve sworn more today than I have in my entire fucking life.”

Jamie laughs at that. “Gonna give Roy a run for his money, ey?” he asks.

“I’ve been thinking about letting my eyebrows go,” you say seriously. “Go for the full look.”

“One’s enough, babe.” Jamie shudders. “Hey, when you’re done, we’re gonna watch a movie.”

You open your mouth to protest but he shushes you. “Don’t want to hear it, this is your one opportunity to make me watch a movie of your choice, no complaints.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Fine, some complaints.”

—

You picked Jamie’s season of Lust Conquers All. Hey, he said minimal complaining. Plus, he adds a nice narrative. He has a lot of things to say about it.

The credits are rolling on episode three, and you and Jamie are sitting on your couch. Well, he’s sitting. You’re laying down with your legs across his lap. He wraps an arm around you waist and pulls you onto his lap for a kiss.

“Babe,” he says between kisses, “did you mean what you said earlier? We can just go to sleep if you want.”

You smile. “Take me to bed Tartt.”

Jamie smiles back then stops. “Wait. Did you mean, like, to sleep or..?”

You roll your eyes. “For sex, Jamie.”

Jamie grins again. “Right, yeah, that’s what I thought, just wanted to be sure.”

You stand up and he follows, letting you pull him to the bedroom.

He says, “Lead the way, boss,” and you tell him you’re pretty sure you can work with that. 

It’s a better ending to the day than you thought it was going to be.

[freedomfireflies]

hi! if you’re still taking requests could you please write something about being pregnant and you’re getting some hate from harry’s fanbase about your body and harry reassures you about how you’re beautiful and all that, maybe some smut if you can?? i’m feeling a bit insecure about my body today and i really wish i had someone to help me through that 😓 if you don’t want to no worries, i love your work 🫶🏻

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to do this, but I hope it can help remind you exactly how wonderful, stunning, and loved you are!

“No.”

“Angel…just come here—”

“I said no.”

Harry’s eyes narrow playfully as he regards you from the bed. “Baby, if I have to pick you up and carry you back over, I promise you aren’t gonna like what happens next.”

You snort from your place inside the closet, although truth be told, you don’t doubt that he will. “I’ll be there in a second, okay—”

“No, not okay. I want you here now,” he insists, and you suck in a quiet breath as your lids squeeze shut, willing yourself not to cry.

After a moment or two, you turn around and face him, taking a hesitant step closer as he offers a sympathetic smile. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “That’s it, come on. Right here.”

He pats his parted thighs until you slip yourself between them. And once you do, he takes hold of your hips and keeps you firmly planted to your spot. 

“Now…tell me what’s going on up here, hm?” he whispers, reaching up to tap his finger along your temple. “Tell me, Angel.”

A beat as you debate how much to share. “It's...nothing. Really,” you sigh, not exactly in the mood to divulge the abuse your mind has been putting you through for the past few days.

Well…weeks, actually. Months. Years.

“Eh, wrong,” he declares teasingly. “Try again.”

You look down at him, throat burning from the force of attempting to keep yourself together. “I just…I don’t know. I can’t seem to find anything to wear that I feel…good in.”

His playful attitude seems to diminish, brows pulling together as his lips purse and he looks up at you. “S’your mind being mean to you again?”

“Probably,” you mumble, glancing down at his shirt, hoping to focus on that instead. The look in his eye isn't helping the pit in your stomach. “Or maybe I’m just finally seeing myself for what I am.”

“And what are you?”

You tangle your fingers in the material on his chest. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. “I’m exactly who they said I was.”

“Who?”

You go quiet, not exactly thrilled with the idea of reliving it.

“Who, Angel?” he repeats a bit sterner, shaking your hips once. 

You roll your lips into your mouth. “The comments. All the comments. Everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Tumblr. At your shows, on the street, from some of those girls at the party. They’ve made it very clear that I’m not your type and I just…I don’t know. I guess I didn’t see it before, or I didn’t want to see it before but now I do, and I just don’t—”

He shakes you again until you stop, palm reaching up to cup your jaw and force your eyes on him. “Hey, easy, okay? Enough. That’s the fucking love of my life you’re talking about, yeah? I don’t wanna hear that shit—”

“Yeah, well I don’t either, but here we are,” you huff, yanking your head away so you can look back down at the floor.

But Harry isn’t so easily deterred, quickly taking your face in both his hands this time around as he brings your attention back to him. “All right, well let’s start with this: they can go fuck themselves. They don’t know my type. They don’t know jack shit about me or what I like—”

“Har,” you interject with a pointed look. “It’s not that hard to guess that your type is skinny and blonde—”

“No, see, fuck that, too,” he scoffs. “Look, am I gonna sit here and pretend there haven’t been a few coincidences? No. There’s a pattern, I see that. But that’s not why I dated them. I dated them because of who they were. Because of how I felt when I was around them. Because of their intentions and their morals not because of the way they looked.”

It’s a nice argument. Almost believable, too. You know Harry like the back of your hand. You know what he’s drawn to. Know that he cares about what’s in someone’s heart first and foremost. 

But you also know that he’s a man and men are pigs and horny all the goddamn time.

“I believe that you believe that,” you tell him. “Doesn’t change the fact that the world expects you to be with someone that looks like…you know, not me.”

That handsome face of his falls into a frown. “You think I make my choices based on what the world expects of me?”

You sigh, head shaking once. “No,” you whisper, rather ashamed. “No, I just…I guess I wished I saw something else when I looked in the mirror.”

He stares at you for a moment. Quietly. Purposefully. Then, he stands.

You scramble back as he grabs your hand and leads you toward the corner of the bedroom where your full-length mirror resides.

Oh, great, you think, feet dragging a bit as he places you in front of your reflection and settles in behind you.

“I’m gonna tell you what I see, yeah?” he declares as he peeks over your shoulder to meet your eye in the mirror. “And you’re gonna fucking listen to me. Not to them. Not to your anxiety or your overthinking. Me. Just me. Deal?”

Not like you really have a choice, you sigh again as you nod once.

“Good girl.” His fingers delicately begin to trace down the slope of your shoulders and down your arms as your breath hitches. “I see the arms that held me the night I found out my friend had died. The arms that make me feel safe and loved. The arms that carried each and every one of those flowers to my mom’s house for her birthday and the arms that let me be the little spoon when I need it.”

Your teeth pull at your lip in an attempt to keep from smirking as his touch travels from your arms to your waist and you watch rather intently.

“I see the hips that I grab onto when I’m fucking ruining you against the wall. The hips that I grab onto when you sit on my lap and grind that pretty ass against my cock when you think no one is looking. I see the hips that I squeeze when you’re dancing with me in that pretty red dress I fucking adore,” he continues, his voice a gentle purr, and suddenly, you don’t feel like smirking anymore.

He moves back up, fingers sweeping down the back of your neck before dancing around your throat and along your jaw.

“I see the face of the woman I love. The lips I love to bite until they bleed. The eyes that look at me when I’m doing something annoying, or stupid, or just a little bit dangerous. The eyes that watch me when I ruin you with my tongue, or when I dance around the stage, or when I get into the shower even though you think I don’t notice.”

You’re not quite sure you’re breathing at this point, his pointed gaze still on yours through the reflection as his hand begins to fall to your chest.

“I see the body that brought you to me. I see your heart in the little things you do. The way you speak. The way you make sure everyone around you is okay before you check on yourself. I see your heart in the way you trust me. The way you sacrifice your sanity just to follow me around the world on the world’s tiniest tour bus. In the way you play my mom’s dumb Rabbit, Rabbit game every month because it makes her so happy and no one else will play it with her.”

Now you do laugh, head shaking as you glance down at the floor.

But he brings two fingers to your chin to raise it back up once again as he leans closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. 

“I see the legs that shake when I tease you,” he murmurs. “The thighs that squeeze around my head when you come. I see the skin that looks so beautiful when it’s sweaty and sticky and soft under my touch. I see the ass I could bounce a quarter off of. I see the curves I love to run my tongue along. I see the dips that fit mine like a fucking puzzle piece. Like it was always meant to fit. Your body in mine.”

You’re leaning back against his chest, now hardly able to stand as he nearly brings you to his knees with his words alone. You’re almost annoyed at the way he’s managed to play you and yet…you know that everything he says, he means.

When he’s sure he has your full attention, he slips his arms around your waist until he can press his palms to your stomach, chin on your shoulder as you suck in a longing breath.

“I see the body that holds our baby,” he says softly, and you feel the tears sneaking their way to your eyeline. “The body that made our baby. The body that carries it, protects it, nourishes it. The stomach that looks just as glorious now as it did the first time I saw it. The stomach that I love to run my lips along. To taste, to have, to bite until it’s my name you see when you look in the mirror.”

Your head is spinning, filled with more voices than you can count. And every comment. The ones online, the ones telling you that you’re not who you should be, and now…his.

And then suddenly, it goes quiet. 

Until all you hear…is him.

“I see the love of my life,” he continues as your eyes meet his again. “I see you. I see the only person I want to see. The only person I want to come home to. The only person I’ve ever truly wanted. No matter what they tell you, no matter what you tell yourself…it doesn’t change what I see. No numbers, no sizes, no comments. I just see you. I see the person that makes me feel safe and the body that gives me the kind of hard-on that has me wanking off in a coat closet just to get some relief.”

You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, so you do both as he smirks and reaches his knuckles up to catch a stray tear falling down your cheek.

“I know that this isn’t something that I can fix, no matter how good I am,” he adds teasingly. “But I want you to promise me something, yeah?”

You nod.

“Next time you hear anybody else’s voice but mine…you come straight to me. So I can show you exactly who you are to me.”

You don’t answer with words. Instead, you turn around and kiss him. Fingers in his hair as you slip your tongue past his and try with everything you have to let him know how much you love him. How much you appreciate him.

How much you need him.

He’s more than grateful to have you on him like this, already attempting to pull you back toward the bed, but before the tender moment can pass, you take a second to breathe and press your forehead to his.

He waits patiently, keeping his hold on you tight as you work to find the right words.

“I love you,” is all you can say, lashes falling shut, overcome with emotion and need. “I really fucking love you.”

“I love you, Angel,” he replies, laughing a bit as if he can hardly believe how lucky he is.

Then, he kisses you again.

“Now let me see you.”

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

[lolasturniolo]

Only you can help my mess

Warning: family issues, crying, S/H mentioned, attempting mentioned, wall punching i guess?, yelling

(please don’t read if you have family problems and are sensitive about and if you do I promise you can just text me and I WILL respond)

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Your family always had issues since you were around 7. You didn’t really notice as you were young but when you became 12 things started to become more clear.

Your dad had a bad childhood and it triggered him a lot. He couldn’t really control his emotions and yelled at your mom and older brother A LOT. But you being the youngest daughter you were an angel to him.

There have been times where your dad kicked your mom out but that also meant you and your older brother Max had to leave to. This has happened 3-4 times but you all ended up getting back together within a few days.

You’re now 18 and your parents have gone out to see a show. Your sitting on your bed when you hear them come home it’s around 11pm, your about to go downstairs and ask how there night was but you hear your dad say.

“You come in and right away start folding laundry,

Stop! What are you doing”

You knew this would lead to an argument so you put your headphones in to block it out.

Even thought you had headphones on blasting music you can still hear the yelling, slamming of doors/cabinets, crying and all. With this you hear your mom is upset but that doesn’t bother you much till you hear your dad cry.

When you hear your dad or brother cry it breaks you, you have no idea why but seeing a male cry makes you cry too.

“Out! Out! Get out!”

You hear your dad yell and your mom comes marching up the stairs.

You begin to tear up and text your best friend Matt.

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Matty 🫶🏻

You: hey Matt could I come round please?

Matty 🫶🏻: yea of

course! Do you want

me to pick you up or

are you driving?

You: thank you and don’t worry I’ll drive

Matty 🫶🏻: okay! Drive safe please

You: will do thanks again!

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With that you grab a bag and put Pjs, charger, shoes, spare clothes, makeup bag, hairbrush and a few other essentials you might need as you don’t know how long your gonna be there for.

Matt already had a toothbrush, towel and a few clothes for you at his place ‘just in case’ as he says.

You put on a sweater and get your car keys thankfully the kitchen door was closed so your parents didn’t know you were leaving so they wouldn’t bring you into the argument.

You exit your house and walk down the street to where your car was parked. Normally your brothers car would be there to but it wasn’t so him and his girlfriend must have already left having the same idea as you.

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You pull up to the triplets house tears in your eyes. You grab your bag from the passenger seat and get out the car seeing Matt. He’s standing there with the most sympathetic face ever and open arms.

When you see him you drop your bag and start crying. He sees this and walks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist just holding you as you cry.

Matts Pov

When I get Y/n text i knew it would be about her family probably her dad just by the fact she said ‘please’.

It’s about the 2nd time this month she has had to come over it used to be like once a year since she was 16, but it has been getting worse and worse this past year.

I’ve known her since we were 13. me and my brothers moved to a new school because I was being bullied in our old one and we sat next to each other in calculus.

When we were 14 she opened up to me completely about her family problems, dads family problems, her anxiety but one thing that made me stay with her was when she told me about her S/H and attempts.

I remember it so well, my mom and dad went to bed my older brother Nick had a sleepover at his friends, Justin at a party and Chris sound asleep. She had to stay the night that was the first time out of many.

It was around 1 in the morning and we were just laying there in my bed staring at the ceiling talking.

“So umm why did you have to stay the night here??”

I ask her I wasn’t expecting an answer I knew she struggled but I never knew what about.

“Honest?”

She asked looking up at me, my arms crossed.

“If you don’t mind, yea”

I reply sitting up against my headboard looking at her.

“Matt, there’s a lot but my dad kicked me, my mom and my brother max out and well, I didn’t know what to do i panicked my moms staying at her brothers and my brothers stayed with his girlfriends, I- I had nowhere and I-“

She says tears in her eyes I felt heartbroken.

“Take your time”

I say reassuring and putting my arm over her.

“Matt I don’t know I have wanted to kill my self for a while and I don’t know ever since I met you it’s all been going away slowly but tonight, it just all came back and I didn’t want to go down that loophole again with my self harm and stuff I couldn’t do it again”

She says now sobbing.

I wrap her in a hug not saying anything, I mean that was deep as fuck for a 14 year old and I felt so bad I think I was the only one she has told this to so I was not gonna lose out friendship.

In a way I felt glad that she told me for a few reasons she trusted me enough to tell me this, if she didn’t tell me this or come here I where would she be, dead? I mean this was deep shit and I wasn’t letting her go now.

And ever since that day I care for her like a father, boyfriend, brother, best friend, anything I know she needs me and I will forever be there. She needs a hug I’m open arms.

She needs to talk I’m all ears.

She needs to cry I’m here.

She needs to let her anger out I don’t mind If she yells! I know it’s not about me it’s just at me and that’s okay!

All I want is for her to feel loved at times she didn’t feel it.

And that leads me to now hugging her in me and my brothers driveway as she sobs. I slowly start to feel her become weaker as the hug is getting heavier because she is leans into me losing her balance. She hits my back out of anger I wasn’t sure what the anger was about, but it didn’t matter. The hit stops and she falls in my arms crying.

I pick her up gently she wraps her legs around my waist, arms my neck and her head in the crock of my neck. I pick her bag up in my right arm and I have my left arm under her ass holding her.

When I get inside closing the door with my foot I walk up the stairs to see the brothers sitting on the couch. Chris looks up and most definitely didn’t expect to see Y/n crying, he hits nicks shoulder looking worried.

“Ow what the fu-“

Nick says looking up then seeing

Y/n and immediately shuts up.

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Authors notes: Should I make a pt.2? Or is it not worth it?

[heartsfrommeg]

ii. memories

a/n: thank you for all the support on the first chapter 🫶🫶

warnings: language, mention of scar, mention of blood, arguing

w/c: 1.8k

next chapter: so what’s the plan?

we finally got back to my place and i took my mask off after entering the front door, throwing it onto the counter. i then went to the couch and sat down. the others sat down all around the living room and dining room. hobie sat right beside me of course. “so what’s up? why do you guys need my help?” i asked. “it’s a long story, you ready?” peter b. asked. “yeah, i have the time.” i said, putting my hands behind my head.

peter b. explained everything about miles and how i’d be a big help. “okay so you’re telling me that this miles dude got bit by a spider that wasn’t from his universe so once he got to hq shit happened with him and miguel and then when he tried to go home he got sent to the wrong universe and the universe that he’s in has no protection of any kind?”

“yeah, pretty much.” gwen said. “and he got chased by like all of hq?? damn kinda wish i could’ve seen that.” i said with a laugh. “i left after helping him escape, didn’t feel like running for no reason and have mr. anger issues boss me around.” hobie said, arms crossed. “fair enough.”

“but would you be willing to help? hobie should have an extra watch so you don’t glitch out.” peter b. said. “um actually mate, i don’t. i didn’t think you’d wanna recruit anyone else so i laid off making them.” hobie said. “you didn’t even think about making extras kid?” spider noir said, which hobie just shook his head no to. “we’d have to go back to hq so i could get parts, which shouldn’t be an issue.”

“i can come with. i’ll use a day pass because i’m sure peter has extras for mayday.” i said. “i do, which hobie should’ve done with his watches!!” peter b. said. hobie just rolled his eyes then looked at me. “are you sure you’d wanna go back? after y’know?” i nodded, “he has no reason to do anything. i couldn’t prevent my canon event from happening so. plus i could probably take him down this time.” i said, slightly elbowing hobie.

“well then i guess let’s head to hq.” peter porker said. “no offense but i always forget there’s like animal spidermen.” i said, getting up to go grab my mask, making hobie and a few others laugh. peter b. then handed me a day pass which a slid over my wrist as hobie opened a portal, which he let everyone go into first before looking at me. “you ready?” i nodded, slipping my mask on. “now or never.”

i then followed hobie through the portal and got met with a familiar room and familiar faces, some had masks on. the group took their masks off and i did as well, i proceeded to hide behind hobies tall frame, kinda hoping other spider people wouldn’t notice me which hobie took notice of and smiled. lyla then popped up, “miguel wants to see you all. even you, (y/n).” she then disappeared. “of course he noticed us already.” gwen said, rolling her eyes. “perfect.” hobie said, smirking to himself. “excuse me but how is that perfect??” i asked.

“because, on the way to his office i can steal parts.” he whispered.

“oh.”

“yeah. don’t worry love, like you said, he won’t do anything.”

i tagged along behind hobie and the others as we made our way to where miguel was. as we passed through the parts room, hobie was stealing parts left and right. i rolled my eyes with a smile as i saw what hobie was doing. we eventually got to miguel’s office and a wave of nervousness washed over me. hobie noticed and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and slightly rubbed it. i then noticed miguel coming down slowly on his little platform that i always found stupid. “come on, some of us don’t have all day.” i muttered under my breath, already wanting to leave.

miguel finally turned around to face us. “i thought i told you guys not to return.” “well technically you only kicked two of us out. the rest willingly left because that’s how shitty you are.” i said. miguel then looked at me and i felt my body tense up. “hm, i didn’t think you’d actually show your face again, even after your canon event happened. sorry about that by the way.”

i scoffed, “sorry?? you’re sorry? please, you are far from fucking sorry. so don’t even give me that bullshit. and i know that you know exactly what happened during that event and you know how much that fucked me up.”

“look, i don’t want to talk about it. yeah, i do know what happened and we both know who was under that mask.” “what? you don’t want them to know that this scar on my face is because of you?!” miguel just kept silent as i started remembering the day i got this scar, much rather wanting to remember that then who that face was behind the mask.

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miguel called me in, i just saved a bunch of people so i was kind of confused of why i was called in. i eventually got to his office and he was already on the ground, back turned away from me. “what did i do?” i said as soon as i entered.

“you know what you did, (y/n). you almost disrupted a canon event.” i shrugged, “i don’t get why it’s such a big deal. it should be my choice if i wanna save my parents. i shouldn’t just stand back and watch it fucking happen.” peter b. then walked in wondering what the commotion was about.

“(y/n), there just isn’t some people who are supposed to be saved.” i just rolled my eyes, “like i said, that should be MY choice.” i started, stepping closer to miguel. “just because you had a shit ending, doesn’t mean i have to!” “that isn’t the point (y/n)!!” he yelled as he turned around and slashed my face. i stood there in shock as i felt blood going down my face and my eyes starting to tear up. peter b. was speechless, he couldn’t say anything. i just simply walked out, letting the tears flow as i walked out.

“and don’t come back.” i heard miguel finally say. i went to go open a portal, not even noticing hobie right beside me. “hey, what happened?? why is there blood going down your face love? why are you crying?” hobie blabbered but i muted his voice out, just trying to calm the pain down. as soon as i opened the portal i threw the watch out and gave hobie one last look before disappearing into the portal. the watch rolled to hobie’s feet, he proceeded to look down at it in shock, taking in everything that happened.

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he then made his way to miguel’s office, knowing he had something to do with it. “ay, what the hell mate??” hobie said, holding my watch. “she broke a rule, so she had to go. and you will not be seeing her either. i’ll know if you go there hobie.” hobie scoffed, “did you literally have to put a scar across her face though??” miguel just sighed as he walked off, “she was too close.” hobie looked at the watch then at peter b. which he just turned his head away to.

i then looked around the room, keeping silent. “why are you guys here?” miguel said. “well most of us have the right to be here.” spider-byte said. miguel just kept quiet. “whatever, you can go.” as soon as i heard that, i left, not wanting to see his face anymore.

hobie followed right behind me, stealing more pieces as we walked through the parts room. “what happened?” he suddenly asked, us walking together a little ahead of the others. “hm? what do you mean?” i asked. “your canon event.” i looked at him then looked away. “i’d… i’d rather not.” hobie immediately understood, “it’s okay, i wasn’t forcing you to or anything. but wanna come back to my universe with me so i can piece this thing together?”

i simply nodded with a smile. i headed to hobie’s universe with gwen and pavitr as the others went back to their original homes. as soon as i entered hobie’s universe i came across the familiar smell of weed, something me and hobie would do every now and then whenever i would stop by. i happily plopped down on hobie’s couch, taking in all the familiar sights around the room. hobie set the parts down on the table and went to his room. shortly after, he came back with some tools and sat beside me. gwen and pavitr decided to sit on some pillows that were on the ground.

“so how long have you been spiderwoman? or i guess spi-tallica?” gwen asked. my attention went towards the girl, eyebrows raised. “just about two years now. you?” “around three.” i then looked at pavitr for his answer. “only like six months or so.” i looked at him, surprised. “so you’re just a rookie then.” pavitr nodded.

hobie was in his own world, putting pieces together to make the watch. “so what is this miles guy like?” “he’s a lot like you, tryna save his parents and shit. wanting to save his universe. but other than that, i don’t really know much about him. i know he’s been spiderman for about a year now, but other than that he’s a pretty cool guy. you’d probably like him.” hobie said, still focused on the watch. i then looked at gwen and pavitr, hoping they’d give me more information.

“he’s a jokester from time to time. but he is a really sweet guy. i don’t think his parents like me that much though..” gwen said. i raised an eyebrow, “and why is that?” “that’s the thing! i don’t know! i mean i treat them with respect, i know their names, i-“ i cut her off, “wait, first name or last name basis?” “um, first name..?” you gave her a deadpan look. “that’s your problem right there! some parents find it very disrespectful if you go calling them by their first name too easily. not even hobie does that!” i said. “i don’t even say their last name honestly. i just say hey, what’s up.” hobie added on. “well that’s because you’re hobie. but you gotta go by their last name for a few like if i ever met hobie’s parents i wouldn’t go ‘oh hi samantha and issac’ or whatever their names were! i’d say mr. and mrs. brown.” hobie looked at you with an offended look, “samantha and issac?? cmon, you didn’t have to give my parents the most basic names ever.”

“well not my fault you never told me their names.”

“you never asked.”

“well now i’m asking.”

hobie let out a chuckle as he continued working on the watch.

it was nice to finally be able to hang around other spider people again, especially hobart brown.

@certified-dilf-lover @simpingsohard

[stardustjmk]

sorry stardustjmk but i AM a jake girl so I will just continue to request jake LMFAO buttttt I would like to request maybe jake and reader watching a movie and it makes the reader cry and like they are not emotional for any reason in particular other than the thing that happened in the movie was sad but jake comfort and teasing about it pls pls pls❤️❤️

Note: LMAO no need for apologies - I used to be a Jake girl, and now happily sit in twin lane, so i’m all for the Jake requests. 🫶🏻 Also, this idea is so cute i’m obssesed. Also, this is more of a blurb than a one-shot, but I still hope you enjoy! <3

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x GN!reader | Genre: fluff | Word count: 1k

Movie nights became a regular thing in your home wirh Jake during quarantine. You could only do so many off-screen activities given the circumstances, so by the end of the day, the thought of cuddling up and binge watching a few movies always sounded perfect to both of you.

Now, the movie nights are fewer and further between, but still a common occurrence. Common enough for you to still have candy left over from one of your last movie nights, you find as you rummage through the cabinets in your kitchen. An excited smile plays on your lips as you gather the assortment of candy, then bring it out to the living room. You take another trip back to the kitchen to grab the bowl of popcorn you’d made, along with drinks for you and Jake.

Just as you plop onto the couch, Jake joins you in the living room. You watch as he walks to the couch, taking the short period of time to take in just how cozy he looks. He wears a soft grey t-shirt, with plaid pajama pants, and you can tell

that he brushed his hair, then ran his fingers through it at least twice since he did it, giving the locks a tousled look. It reminds you of when you first started dating, which in turn makes your heart swell.

He plops down next to you, and instinctively, you snuggle into his side, and his arm lays across your shoulders. You two never stay in the same position for that long, but your cuddle sessions usually start like this. “Did you pick a movie?” Jake asks, the gentle rasp in his voice like music to your ears.

About the movie…you knew from the trailer alone that it would likely make you cry, or at least make it hard not to cry. Do you still want to watch it regardless? Absolutely.

So, you nod and grab the remote, having already pulled it up. Jake isn’t concerned about the movies contents, trusting your taste. Not to mention, you could probably get him to watch the strawberry shortcake movies if you really wanted to, just because “I love you, and I just like spending time with you. So, i’ll watch whatever you want to watch, baby.”

At some point you and Jake find yourselves laying on the couch together. He’s laying flat on his back, with you nuzzled in between his body and the back of the couch. Your leg is thrown over his torso, and your hand rests on his chest. Your other arm rests beneath his neck, and you find yourself mindlessly playing with the ends of his hair as you watch the movie.

You knew there was going to be at least one gut wrenching scene, but here you are, on the second one, and the twist is something you couldn’t have predicted. You try to suppress your tears, but a shaky breath is all Jake needs to know you’re getting emotional, and he then has to suppress a smile. Which, if anyone were to be seeing this out of context, the image of your boyfriend grinning while the scene on the television plays out, would be questionable.

Tears fall from your eyes, landing on his shirt and leaving temporary stains. You can’t help it at this point, the tears flowing freely. You sniffle as you try to blink away some of your tears in order to see the screen, but you almost regret it as the image displayed makes your heart twist even more. Jake remains silent and still, aside from a hand on your back that rubs soothing circles into it. He’s quiet, and you’re almost shocked to think that you’ve escaped any teasing from him, but as soon as the credits roll, he lets out an amused chuckle. You carefully push yourself up, and he lets his legs fall off the couch to give you more room.

You’re certain that your eyes are red, your lashes wet with the tears you’d been crying consistently for at least twenty minutes now. Jake sits up, and you refuse to acknowledge the shit-eating grin that spreads across his pretty pink lips. “Honey, it’s just a movie,” he coos as he reaches out to caress your cheek, swiping away some of your tears. You’re torn between leaning into his touch or being dramatic for the fun of it, but you can’t resist him. So, you settle for somewhere in the middle. “You would say that,” you huff, nuzzling your cheek against his warm palm.

He scoots forward and wraps his arms around you, and you sob. It’s meant to be a funny, dramatic sob, but more tears roll out of your eyes. “I guess you didn’t learn your lesson from the last sad movie we watched, huh?” Jake hums, kissing your head. His tone is the perfect mix of teasing and sweet, making you melt and scowl all at once. “I’ve learned my lesson this time,” you sniffle, lifting your head.

Jake cups your cheeks and plants a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You say that now, but i’m sure you’re gonna find another movie like this, that we have to watch, and we’re gonna be right here again.” He explains, and you know he’s not wrong. “Whatever,” you grumble, but you aren’t mad. His hands are still on your cheeks, and he wiped away your tears again.

Sure enough, a few weeks later, you’re raving about this new movie, and when Jake looks it up one day, he can only smile to himself thinking about you being torn up over it. And no, you won’t escape his teasing that time either.

[alltoowelltom]

Dad!Tom request to ease my sad heart today 💗

Dealing with feelings of inadequacy as a mother 🫶🏼

Tom had left early for a meeting that morning. He’d quietly had a shower and gotten dressed in the dark, crouching next to your sleeping form and pressing a kiss to your cheek to say goodbye. You’d hummed in response, hoping the peaceful tendrils of sleep would allow you to stay in their clutches for a little while longer. 

Alas, a whine from the baby monitor on your bedside table shattered that dream. 

In return you whined quietly at the device, beginning to push the duvet back off your shoulders so you can go and get Miles. Tom shook his head, pulling the blanket over you again and standing back up. 

“I’ll get him, love.”  he whispered. “I’ve got a few minutes before I have to leave. I’ll bring him to you.”

Tom was as good as his word, returning several minutes later with a sleepy Miles and depositing him into your waiting arms as you sat up, reaching for your breastfeeding pillow you’d left on the floor in the night. 

“I’ve changed his nappy and everything.” Tom explained. “I’d have fed him too, but I’m not much help in that department.” 

You smiled weakly while adjusting Miles in your grip so he could have his breakfast, too sleep-deprived to find the energy to use your words. Tom seemed to understand, pressing a kiss to your head and simply rubbing Miles’ back in farewell so as not to disturb him. 

The morning hadn’t continued in such a peaceful fashion. 

You’d almost fallen asleep twice while standing at the kitchen counter trying to prepare breakfast for yourself. You were distracted from your tired state by Miles who seemed to just be having a bad day. He sat in his bouncer seat and simply cried, only pausing occasionally to catch his breath, sniffle, and then continue howling. You’d tried everything, changing his nappy, changing his outfit in case the material was uncomfortable on his skin, feeding him, burping him, distracting him with a rattle, even going as far as to check his temperature. 

With all your attention on trying to help Miles the house was in disarray; dishes were piling up in the sink, laundry baskets were discarded in the living room full of clothes getting creased, the benches needed wiping down and the floor could really do with a good vacuuming. 

It all came to a head at 2pm when Tom called to let you know he was on his way home, and did you need him to pick up anything for the family dinner you two were hosting tonight?

Fuck. 

“I can’t do it, Tom. We’ll have to cancel. The house is an absolute pigsty and Miles has spent the entire day crying,” you wailed into the phone. “I need you to come home, I can’t do this whole mom thing on my own.”

“Hey, hey, my love,” you heard Tom’s concerned but warm tone on the other end of the line. “I’m on my way now, alright?”

Your breathing shook as you nodded along, forgetting he couldn’t see you through the phone call. 

“Why don’t you sit down for a bit?” he continued. “You sound exhausted. You and Miles go sit on the couch and I’ll be right there.”

You took his advice and sat down with Miles in your arms, holding him close to your chest. He wasn’t properly crying anymore, just sniveling into your sweater as you rocked both him and yourself. 

Tom arrived home and changed into comfy sweats before taking a seat on the couch where you and Miles were both practically asleep. He took Miles into his arms, kissing the boy’s head while snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You snuggled in gracefully, allowing your eyes to fully close now that you knew Miles was safe with his dad. 

Tom’s family arrived an hour later, finding their eldest son on the couch with his sleeping wife next to him and his own son in his arms. He waved them in, reassuring them that everything was okay, you and Miles had just had a rough day. At first his family suggested they leave you three in peace and reschedule dinner, but Nikki decided you could probably do with a few extra sets of hands. She set Tom’s dad and brothers (bar Sam) different tasks of cleaning the house while Sam went to look through the pantry to decide what he’d make for dinner, and she got to work folding laundry. 

When you woke up, you saw the house was in much better shape and Miles sitting on Harry’s knee, giggling up at his uncle as if he hadn’t spent the majority of the day in tears.

“Feeling better, darling?” Tom asked as he felt you stir. 

“Much,” you answered, sitting up and wiping a spot of drool off his shoulder where your head had rested. “Oh Nikki, you don’t have to do all of that!” you cried, seeing her sat cross legged on the living room floor folding laundry.

She rolled her eyes at your stubbornness, but allowed you to help folding Miles’ onesies and pairing his tiny socks. 

“Hey,” she said, catching your eye when the boys had wandered into the kitchen to see if they could swipe some food from Sam. “You’ve got that look on your face. Don’t feel bad about needing some help every now and then, right?”

You nodded unconvincingly.

“I just-” you started. “I just feel like I can’t do it. Like I’m not a good mom because I get so overwhelmed and then I fall apart.”

“You are a good mum, Y/N.” says Nikki. “Look over there.” she nods towards the kitchen where Tom holds your son, surrounded by his brothers. Miles is beaming, loving the attention from his dad and his uncles. “That’s a happy baby,” she confirms. “He’s happy and healthy, which means you’re doing a fantastic job.”

“I guess,” you nod. 

“It’s normal to need help sometimes, and we’re always happy to give it.” Nikki reassures you as Tom makes his way over, depositing Miles into your lap. He clings onto you, grabbing a handful of your hair and snuggling into your chest. You press a kiss to the top of his head, rubbing his back gently. 

“It’s what families do,” Nikki finishes. “How do you think Dom and I coped with having four of these rascals?”

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anon: i hope you're feeling better, take it easy <3

everyone else: hope you enjoyed! please consider reblogging, it really helps a writer out

[pinkrifle]

Hello wonderful person!! I’m not sure if your requests are open, if not, just save this for when they are. Could you write hc’s for the main 4 + butters (or just one person if that’s too much) with a Canadian reader? (Except they don’t look like the Canadians in south park, maybe they were born in America but grew up in Canada, or were just adopted or something 💀) And at some point they nonchalantly bring up being Canadian and the group is so confused because they somehow had no clue (even though the reader fits practically all the stereotypes; too nice, says eh, watches hockey religiously, etc.) Just kinda what the aftermath of that would be? This actually happened to me a while ago and I’m still flabbergasted bc idk how my American friends didn’t know I was Canadian 😭 (they now refuse to call me anything other than ‘canuck’, maybe you could incorporate that) Ok this request is getting kinda long so I’ll let you do the rest, have a great day! :)

have no fear! i love long requests, it gives me more to work with ^^ also i’m srry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be i dnt know much about canada and stuffs 🫶 also i’m so sorry this is short, i kinda didn’t know where to go with this <3

— butters + main 4 finding our reader’s canadian!!

cws/tw’s: none

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— Kyle B !

was 100% not surprised, he probably knew it before you even thought abour telling him

but he is a little more confused when you tell him

i mean, you do fit the traits, nice, your a severe hockey lover.. but you don’t look canadian? 🤨

but his brother is canadian too, so whenever you come over he always brings ike to you!!

he hates when ppl try to take advantage of you for your kindness, it’s just a perk of being canadian!

“WAIT YOUR.. CANADIAN?? i mean. uh. your canadian? 😙 my brothers canadian!! maybe you guys know eachother…. wanna come over later?!”

— Stan M !

another one who suspected you were Canadian, surprisingly. but didn’t really mention it.

would 100% watch hockey games with you when you hang out even tho he doesn’t know wtf to do in hockey 😭 he jus loves his friends

loves the way your so nice, it makes him feel amazing!! definitely a nice replacement for cartman (kyle agrees, 100000%)

when you go over to his house, your always so nice to shelly even though shes a little bit of an ass, to you and to her turd brother.

his ass loves that maple syurp snow thing and makes it everytime you come over!!!!!!!!! (with ice instead of snow, if y’all don’t feel like going outside)

“CALLED IT. i so called it.. so.. do you know how to make that maple syurp snow thing or not?.. 👀 oh uh my fave hockey team,,uhhh the yankees?—”

(clueless man. i love clueless man.)

— Eric C !

100% ripped on you before you told him. but rips on you even more when you tell him 😈 black air forces energy

pretends to be scared of you when you come over to them in the bus stop, and clings to kyle.

then he realizes kyle is also “part canadian” because of his brother (even tho he’s adopted 💀)

he gives you puppy dog eyes and a weak apology a few hours later. you accept &lt;3

he definitely takes advantage of your kindness, but hes really grateful for it since you don’t beat his ass every 4 seconds because of his recklessness

“WHA? EWWW!! FUCKJG CANADIAN 👻 KAHLL HELP ME!! oh— WAIT UOU FRICKIN JEW CANADIAN!! GET OFF OF ME >:(”

“i’m sowwywyy🥺 sowwwyyy 🥺🥺 so sorrryyy 🥺 can we be friends again i like canada 🥺🥺 (has a piece of paper with the canada flag on it taped on his shirt)”

— Kenny M !

dirty jokes, doesn’t matter what gender u are 😟.

doesn’t really care what you are, kinda just wants to hang out with you regardless. loves how your super nice too, and super caring when he dies :((( feels bad when he wakes up but he’s glad you don’t remember (surprisingly)

(also forgets your canadian like 2 hours later you tell him, forgive him 💔)

likes watching hockey with you, gets into it just cause of u!! also enjoys that maple syurp snow thing as much as stan, him and stan make it all the damn time!!

“cana-ussy huhuhuhu.. oh yeah. good for you! me and stan uhh we like those maple syrup candy things :3 i think you’ve heard that enough from stan tho.”

— Butters S !

very excited when you tell him!! wants to know ALL about canada and bugs you for days.

you guys are both super duper nice, and he always feels so warm around you knowing you actually care about him &lt;3

doesn’t care that your canadian, but he does find it cool as hell!! tries to like hockey, but it’s too confusing for him ,,,

puts a small picture of the canadian flag in his room and shows it to you when you come over (it’s so precious)

he tells his parents all about canada, whatever you tell him!! they don’t find it interesting but who gives a damn, they suck

“O HAMBURGERS, that’s amazing! how come you didn’t tell me sooner?! do you like hockey? what part of canada are you from? wh—” literally asks 100 questions, but you love ur bestie

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once again i’m so sorry this is so short :( i didn’t know how to interpret it, but i hope you do like it!

[alexiskk]

Hiiii tlou anon here!! Your works are sooo good and since u asked for Tlou suggestions, I was wondering if you could do a fic where Tommy and Ellie are talking and Tommy reveals that Joel’s ticklish. Which leads to Ellie trying it out of course, and Joel getting revenge on the both of them for messing with him! I look forward to seeing what you’ll write and I’ll probably end up giving you more suggestions in the future. :) -tlou anon

hi anon! this is such a good suggestion, im so glad tlou has brought me back in the mood to write, definitely send more if you have em! Also I backed off on lee!tommy a bit but I hope u still enjoy🫶

word count: uhhh kinda long

❗️tw: shoot/killing a deer, slight mention of blood

also all Joel and Ellie pairings in any of my fics are in a parental/child relationship anything else is gross so pls don’t think I ever mean to cross that boundary. ok thx

Not so Funny Now

Thud

“Damnn El” Tommy blew out an impressed sigh as he looked over in proud amazement at the girl posted with her barrel rested on the tree trunk beside him.

“I guess my brother is good for something, he taught you howda’ shoot like a bat outta hell”

Ellie smirked as she stood up and rested the rifle on her shoulder, almost knocking herself over in the process, but she seemed to play it off successfully. They were both watching the deer Ellie had shot about 20 yards in front of them struggle to regain it’s footing, after all, she had shot it square in it’s neck, so it was only a matter of time before it was down for the count. Lucky for them, the deer only managed to make it a few more yards before not so gracefully plumping back into the snow.

Ellie had found some of her time in Jackson to be restless, as she hadn’t quite found anyone her age that she clicked with quite yet. Tommy especially picked up on this restless energy due to numerous nights of listening to Joel’s complaints about “Too many godamn questions”. So, Tommy thought inviting her on some of the hunting trips would help her blow off some steam, and more importantly, tire her out. Although, he was especially fond of days like today, where the rest of the crew was too busy off with the cattle and stable duties, so he and Ellie had the day left to themselves.

The pair had made their way over to the deer as Tommy began sizing up their catch.

“A buck Ellie not too shabby” He gestured to the pedicles on top of the deer’s head.

“Hey, what can I say, I’m a natural” Ellie had a sarcastic tone as she awkwardly threw up one of her hands while the other stayed securely on the rifle. It was only her 6th or 7th trip out here but she learned to pull her weight, although she couldn’t help but hide a smug smile as she realized this was the biggest deer she’d ever shot.

“No seriously, you gotta great shot kid”

“Awh quit fawnin’ over me Tommy” Ellie held her breath as Tommy paused and slowly looked up at her, to her surprise, he bursted out a chuckled laugh in response to her pun before even she could. He shook his head and looked back to the buck.

“You duhumass help me pull”

Ellie let some of her own laughter escape as she walked towards and placed her hand around an antler while Tommy grabbed the other. They both began dragging it through the snow, leaving a trail of dirt and blood behind them.

“Hey you know what a deers favorite bread is right?” Ellie had her eyes down at the snow in front of her, slightly out of breath from the trek they were making back to the horses.

Tommy smiled as he continued to entertain her gimmicks “Now what might that be?”

“Dude, it’s Sour doe, duh”

While less caught off guard, Tommy still found himself breathing out a few chuckles in response to the teenager’s terrible puns. Ellie of course had a huge grin plastered across her face, this wasn’t the audience she was typically used to.

“What, so you’ve got these memorized?”

“Nah these are my own, but I have plenty memorized from the book if that’s what your looking for.”

The pair dropped the buck as they had finally made it back to their horses. Tommy began preparing one of the horses to carry the load from the day.

“Ah is this that famous joke book i’ve heard so much about?”

“Whatt Joel mentioned the book to you?” Ellie still slightly out of breath looked up from the snow. She knew Joel cared about her, but there were very few days he actually enjoyed the joke book coming out of her pack.

“Just a few times” Tommy smiled with his back to Ellie. He was extremely caught off guard a few weeks ago when Joel had repeated one of the jokes Ellie had told him earlier in the day, he didn’t think he knew how to joke like that anymore.

“Did he also mention he fucking hates joy because I can barely get him to crack with it”

“What he wouldn’t laugh?”

“Barely”

“Yeahh that sounds like my brother”

Tommy gesture for Ellie to help him in loading the buck up onto the horse. They struggled getting it off the ground due to its size, but finally got it up and secured it before they both hopped on to the other horse they brought with them. Tommy gave Ellie the reins of the other horse to lead from the seat behind him and they began their trek back into town.

“ Was he always like that? ya know, all ‘ugh im joel, im tough and grumpy and i hate laughter’” Ellie had he arms flexed inward as she lowered her voice to imitate Joel.

“U-Uh he’s kinda been that way since i can remember kid, although Sarah was one to remind me of how ticklish the bastard is”

Tommy didn’t seem to bat an eye at the statement he just uttered, while Ellie sat in shock behind him.

“W-what did you say?” an astonished grin stayed on her face, this was the best yet most unexpected piece of news she could have asked for. If that asshole won’t laugh at her jokes, she’d just have to find other ways to make him laugh.

“Huh? Oh yeah Joel’s terrible, if he wasn’t so goddamn strong i’d torture em’ everyday just to see the old fucker squirm.” Tommy chuckled as memories of him and his older brother during childhood flooded in n out of his memory.

He then turned around to see a plotting expression on Ellie’s face.

“Hey if your thinkin what I think your thinkin, leave me out of it, heaven forbid he found out I told you”

“Hmm fair enough” Ellie replied and seemed to let it go as her and Tommy mostly sat in silence for the rest of the ride back, but despite his warnings, she couldn’t help but imagine his older brother in stitches, and strength be dammed she was eager to make the old man laugh, any way she could.

With a week an a half gone by, Ellie had practically forgotten her whole plans to make Joel laugh. Between hunting trips, chores around the stables, and helping out Maria, there was no real time for her to even think about it. But, it happen to be a rare lazy Sunday for both her and Joel, with neither of the having duties to attend to today. Although in the Miller house, there was no such thing as a “lazy day”, as Joel found himself up underneath the kitchen sink while Ellie, of course, found herself perpetually bothering him.

“So what is it your trying to do?”

Joel sighed, “ For the 4th time kid, the pipe is leakin’ and I can’t figure out why it ain’t workin’ when I fixed this shit 2 weeks ago.” Joel let out a frustrated grunt as he attempted to turn a wrench on the pipe letting out a perpetual drip every few seconds. Although the frustration in his voice was mostly from annoyance from Ellie’s constant pestering.

“I thought contractors were supposed to be good at this kinda stuff.” Ellie stood with her arms crossed, onlooking Joel as he had himself wedged up with most of his upper body underneath the sink and head lamp on to light his view of the pipe.

Joel sighed once again. “This is plumbing, not contractor stuff”

“Oh, so you just suck at plumbing?”

“Would you just—just go find something else to do” Joel didn’t even break eye contact with the pipe, he was just done with Ellie’s constant nagging, especially on what was supposed to be his day off.

Ellie rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Alright, but just remember you asked for this” she rushed over to her backpack that laid on the couch to pull out a beaten up copy of No Pun Intended: Volume Too. She then rapidly flipped the pages as she walked back into the kitchen to join Joel once again.

“Hey Joel, why shouldn’t you trust stairs?”

Joel muttered under his breath “Here we fucking go again”

Ellie didn’t dare wait for a proper response.

“Because their always, up to something!” Ellies over exaggerated response to the joke left her with a huge grin on her face, but she was getting nothing from Joel except grunts from his fight with the kitchen sink, so her attempts must continue.

“Ok ok, you’ll like this one. I used to hate facial hair. But thennnnnn it grew on me!” She once again ended in her iconic cheeky grin, but Joel was already exhausted of her none sense two jokes in.

“Ellie, this is actually worse than torture, just-please go make yourself busy elsewhere” His half joking half absolutely serious tone seemed to discourage Ellie’s spirit a bit, but something clicked in her as he spoke, and that devious plotting expression returned to her face.

Ellie, being the spitfire that she is, took no consideration into what the consequences of her actions would be, but as she inched closer and closer to Joel, the only thoughts in her head was how much fun she was about to have.

“Geez talk about torture Joel, i think you might onto something”

She had finally positioned her self right next to Joel’s body underneath the sink and that’s when she attacked.

“Ellie what the hell are yoUOHC-”

She dove her hands around the thighs of the man wedged up underneath the sink. She could barely get a good grip with his thick work jeans getting in the way, but she managed her best to squeeze right above both of his kneecaps as hard as she could. Joel caught his words and incoming laughter in his mouth and managed to swallow them all, leaving only awkward grunts to escape him. His legs began to twitch, trying to fight off the teen with her hands wrenched around his legs. He began to attempt to scoot out from underneath the sink to properly defend himself when Ellie decide to switch her tactics.

“You lihitle sHiHIHIT DOHONT-”

Panicking after seeing Joel’s initial response, Ellie dove her hands into his sides and she soon began to smile. With his head in close proximity to the pipe, Joel couldn’t risk any aggressive moves escaping from underneath the sink, but luckily for Ellie this also meant he could escape the onslaught of tickles she was dealing him at the moment. Ellie’s smile only grew as she now realized just how ticklish Joel was, watching as his stiffened grunted outbursts began to turn into actual resentful laughter under her touch. He even attempted to push Ellie away with what little strength he had at this point, but Ellie was quite quick, repositioning herself up and around the man to never get caught. From what Tommy had told her, she knew there was no one way she could give Joel a break without him retaliating, so she had her hands digging into the old man at super sonic speed, probably only worsening the experience for Joel himself.

“You motherfucker why don’t you laugh at my jokes like this?”

“Y-YoHoUH ASAHASS”

“That’s nhot an answer Joel!”

Joel could simply not handle the torment from Ellie. Being pinned as well as completely caught off guard caused the man to begin to succumb to the electrified touch of Ellie, each poke and kneed into the man’s sides causing a wheezing laugh that would occasionally break out into genuine giggles when he couldn’t tough it out any longer.

Ellie found herself giggling along side him, she had never seen Joel quiet this joyful, and there was no way in hell she’d ever let him forget this.

Joel in his fight against his sensitivity took a calculated swipe at Ellie, in a panicked response she threw her hands underneath the man’s arms to which his body responded with jerks and jolts as he-

Dung

“Oho shihitttt”

Ellie’s smile slowly faded as put an abrupt stop to her torture and scooted a few feet back on the floor as the man underneath the sink was now completely vertical and rubbing the side of his head with his hand after obliterating it into the pipe he was working on, which unfortunately, was still dripping in a rhythm. They both sat in a tense silence. Ellie unaware how badly she might have hurt Joel, didn’t know how to comfort or even help him at this point.

After what felt like years, Joel began to slowly pull himself up and out from underneath the sink, scoffing or grunting with pain with each heavy movement until finally slumping his upper body up against the lower cabinets. With his hand burying his face, even though Ellie was facing him their was no way to tell just how hurt, or more importantly for Ellie, just how angry he was. The pair sat facing each other on the kitchen floor, continuing their tense silence until Ellie just couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey, Joel i-i’m real sorry I didn-”

“Could y-you j-just grab some ice” Joel cut her off more gruffly than usual, but he didn’t look up or move his hand.

“Y-yeah of course ” Ellie had a doe-like expression on her face as she scurried to her feet and grabbed a pack of ice from the freezer. She feared she may have pushed too far.

She knelt down next to him and he gestured for her to place it against the right side of his head and she obliged. Ellie watch as Joel went to take it from her hand when all of a sudden, he jerked to grab her wrist instead.

“hEYA-UH!”

Im what seemed like miliseconds, Joel whipped the teen by her wrist around him, grabbing her other arm and whipping himself around in order to place her firmly up against the cabinets where he once sat. He then grabbed her upper biceps as if he was to hold her in place there.

“ WHAt the fuck Joel I thought you were fucking hurt!” Ellie’s genuinely shocked and angry tone was followed by kicking and attempts at squirming away but Tommy was unfortunately right, that asshole is way too strong.

“What the hell do you think your doing-g-gettin’ on me like that?” Joels tone was stern but he seemed to stumble over his words a bit, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed over his vulnerability with Ellie just minutes prior.

Ellie still frustratedly trying to shake Joel’s hands off her to no avail replied.

“Well you’re such a grump how the hell else am I supposed to get you to- i dunno have fucking joy?” After she finished her sentence she slowly brought her struggles to a stop and look up with that memorable cheeky grin.

“You gotta admitttttt it was prehettty fuhunny Johoel ” She sillily shook her shoulders back and forth as she giggled at the recent memories of Joel in stitches underneath the sink.

For some reason, it never registered in Ellie’s silly little brain that Joel would try to get her back somehow. The pair didn’t have much of a history of physical touch in their relationship so Ellie was half expecting a lecture on how just how unsafe what she just did was. After all, other than that one incident in the bunks with Riley, she couldn’t even remember the last time she was tickled.

At this point in time however, Joel’s embarrassment was currently being used for fueling his rage towards the rascal he was holding up against the cabinets, and a disapproving frown began to slip at the edges as Joel developed his own plotting expression. Ellie watched him, still giggling but an inherent sense of panic began flooding her senses, for she knew nothing good could come of this look.

Joel sighed and shook his head.

“Yeahh kid maybe it was, but not nearly as funny as this is about to be.”

Joel let go of his grip on Ellie’s arms to dig his hands into her stomach, to which she responded with a flurry of giggles pouring out of her mouth.

“jOHOHEHEHEL”.

Ellie doubled over as Joel’s hands kneeded at her stomach and sides, there was little strength in her to push the oaf’s hands away and even if their was, Joel had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

“OkOKAHOKAAHAY NOHO ENOUGAHA YOUHU DIHIHICK”

There was constant routine of Sarah ending arguements or fights by leaping onto her father and tickling him until he gave in, it was one of the only things she could hold over his head. Joel obviously let her, he saw how happy it make her to see him loose his mind over her hands squeezing into his ribs. But in the Miller household, revenge is always in order, and just like Sarah giggling absurdly on the couch from Joel’s attacks, Ellie now found herself doing the same on the kitchen floor.

“ IHI CAHAHNAHT” She could barely get the words out in between the laughter as she was curling herself up into a ball on the floor. Joel’s hands were now squeezing at rapid speeds, all the way up to her armpits and all the way down to her hipbones. Ellie’s eyes where glued shut and snickers and snorts began escaping her as all her strength had run out.

“Nohot so funny now kid huh?” Joel’s grin was cheekier than ever, he loved to see Ellie this giggly, this was her childishness at 100%.

“IHIHI DIHE AHAHA JOEHEHAEL”

Ellie was almost wheezing at this point, Joel had began attacking her knees the same way she did him, where she felt each squeeze jolt throughout her-

Creakkkk-Slam

Tommy looked with wide eyes at the pair on the floor as shut the front door behind him. He had brought over beers for Boggle night at the Miller household when he saw the sight of a giggly Ellie still curled up in a ball as well as his brother, who had stopped his torture and was now giving his brother a stern look.

“You got somethin’ to say to me?” Joel asked his brother with a knowing look at Ellie and then back to him. He was also rubbing Ellies back at this point as she continued to sputter out a few stray giggles, but he had a slight inclination that Ellie didn’t just decide to attack him on her own terms.

Tommy gulped as he walked in slowly and placed the drinks on the table. He took a step back, never breaking eye contact with his brother.

“Uhh Nope”

In blur, Tommy bolted out of the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs. Joel red with anger immediately got to his feet and followed close after.

“GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE”

Ellie finally pulled herself up from the floor as she heard a thud, followed by muffled manly giggles from upstairs.

So much for a lazy Sunday.

[gold21101]

care ; yuseong x reader

you worked for workers as a assistant to eugene, and though your duties were mainly taking care of his brothers and doing small tasks such as getting eugene’s morning coffee, you took your job seriously. you glanced at the golden ring that was on your pointer finger, you weren’t really a fighter as you only knew some basic self defense skills that you were required to take for some reason. you had come from a lower middle class family and working hard to get a scholarship for the school you met eugene and yuseong at. it had been a few years since then. now you were sitting on the floor next to yuseong who was playing with toy blocks.

“yuseong, im thinking about going to the cafe for a snack, do you want anything?” you asked.

yuseong only looked up at you and nodded, you smiled at got up to leave the room.

-

you got into your car ready to drive to the cafe. you noticed that yuseong was following you and you turned around to face him.

“would you like to come with me?” you asked. he nodded and you both got into the car.

-

arriving at the cafe, it was quite small and there weren’t many people inside. mainly just the few people there who have probably been there for hours studying. yuseong followed you into the cafe and the worker greeted you and in response you nodded.

“hello there, i’ll take a (favorite drink) and..hmm.. a croissant please. and for him a chocolate milk and a cookie!”

the worker nodded “11,000 won please”

you inserted your card to pay for the food and walked over to a table yuseong was sitting at. the worker came out with your food and he started eating it. “wow! this food is themed so cutely, i almost feel so bad eating it.” you said yuseong bit into his cookie and some of the crumbs fell onto his shirt. “some of it got on your shirt silly!” you wiped the cookie off his shirt.

-

as you two were walking back into the building, he suddenly grabbed hold on your hand and looking away, his ears were red. you laughed it off and dropped him off at hos room before going to eugene’s office to help organize…

a/n omg hii this the first oneshot ive wrote on tumblr !! this can be viewed romantically or platonically!! have a nice day🫶🫶

[verslxt]

sick days ~ r. suna

yo yo yo! it’s me again 🤪. anyways…i’ll probably do a poll for each fic i write, probably. unless i have an idea and i already have a character for it.

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rintarou suna ~ inarizaki 3rd year, been dating y/n since 1st year, won prom king with her a few days ago. middle blocker in volleyball

y/n ojiro ~ arans little sister, dating suna since 1st year. ecstatic that she won prom queen because she doesn’t think she’s that pretty. currently sick in her bed

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you laid back down after arans daily facetime. you got sick like sick sick. coughing, throwing up, and a fever of 103.5°

you saw a text pop up from suna

baby daddy 🥰

baby where are you?

you typed back

sick

~sunas pov~

baby momma 😍

sick

“how did she get sick so soon” atsumu looked over my shoulder at me and y/n’s texts

“man i don’t know” i said grabbing my bag. “make up and excuse for me! tell them i got sick with y/n”

i grabbed my keys and walked out. i got to my car and started it. while i waited for it to warm up i made a group

tsumu 😐, onigiri lover 😋, baby momma 😍, toshi

yo make up excuses for me. i’m going to y/n’s house

~y/n’s pov~

you felt your phone ding

dumbass 😶, baby daddy 🥰, onigiri lover 😐, toshi 🥱

baby daddy 🥰

make up excuses for me. i’m going to y/n’s house

i typed back

rin you really don’t have to

baby daddy 🥰

yes i do

a few minutes later you saw a slouched over 6’1 boy enter your room

“hi baby”

“tired”

“same”

you opened your arms and he took off his shirt and layer over top of you.

“if i run out of the room will you hold my hair while i throw up?”.

“baby.”

“yes”

“of course i would”

~time skip~

“y/n dear-“

your mom opened the door to see you and suna cuddled up together. she couldn’t help by think of her and your dad at that age

that’s when you woke up

“hi mommy”

“hi baby. you feeling any better”

“yea, but i may still need tomorrow of”

“okay, i got you a little something”

you sat up straight as your mom took out a book

“you’ve been wanting this book for a while now. and your grades are outstandingly good”

she placed the book ‘a girl in pieces’ in your lap

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the next day you woke up to suna coughing. and coughing hard at that.

“baby are you okay?” you asked rubbing his back

“yea, i think i just caught whatever you did”

“you want anything?”

“a shower”

you got up and started the shower for him, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“can you text the group chat”

“yea”

suna kissed your temple and took off the sweatshirt you gave him. it always amazed you seeing his abs.

you got out of your bathroom and grabbed your phone

personal chef 🫶🏽

do need to text sunas mom and tell her you and suna got sick

future motha in law ❤️

did you and rin get sick? do i need to call the school?

you typed back

my child 😶

me and rin are now sick, sunas mom already knows

future dautha in law ❤️

me and rinnie are sick, but we’re getting over it slowly but surely. he is in the shower currently, i’m going to make him some breakfast

the better suna 🤪

gurl did my brother get himself sick

the better ojiro 🤪

lmao yep

you went downstairs and went into your kitchen

“hey alexa play maneater”

“playing maneater and similar songs”

“take it back, take it back”

you smiled as you grabbed out a pan. that’s when you felt two hands snake around your waist

“yes rinnie”

“a maneater kinda mood i see i see”

you giggled at sunas comment

“hey you have a notification on your phone”

“oh tell me who it is”

“the better suna”

“omg rin that’s your sister”

you opened your phone suna hunched over his head in the crook of your neck

the better suna 🤪

this boy is OBSESSED with you gurl

“she’s not wrong. first thing she’s ever been right about”

you laughed as suna kissed you

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sorry, this is literally so bad!!! but i’ve been working on it all week. anyways you guys prob don't know what the contact names are, so i'm just gunna give you a run down of them

personal chef-momma ojiro

future motha in law ❤️-momma suna

the better suna 🤪-reiko suna

baby daddy-suna

baby momma, my child, the better ojiro, future daugha in law-y/n

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Hello My Loves!! 🤗

I know it’s been a little while since i’ve said anything on here, i’m sure a few of you may have noticed me popping up every now and then 🖤

i wanted to give everyone a little update on what’s been going on while i’ve been away! i know it’s not required but this is a blog and i consider you my friends so i wanted to fill everyone in so they know i’m not dead 😂

firstly, i’ve been able to focus more on my mental and physical health over the last few months and though i’m no where near where i know i can be i’m quite proud to say it’s nice to be able to get to a point i didn’t know i could. some of you know that’s been a pretty big struggle over the course of the time i’ve had this blog and i’ve had a lot of support from a lot of amazing people along the way and that’s what’s helped me the most 🖤

i’m sure some of you also know that drinking was a problem for me in the past, but i’ve also been able to finally get that under control and i’m so proud of myself 🥰 i’m back to being able to consume alcohol responsibly and i was able to test myself with a recent vacation 😂

also, i’m sure some of you are awaiting the newest gossip of me and dnd boy and i have to say things are going amazing!

he’s been able to finally get an apartment on his own and i couldn’t be prouder! he’s been working really hard to be able to live on his own and it’s been very nice being able to get privacy from parents 😂 it’s been a little more difficult to see him, we have opposite work schedules and unfortunately we have separate weekends, not to mention his apartment is close to an hour away 😅 but it’s something we knew would come eventually, and our relationship has grown so much!

we finally started saying ‘i love you’ and it feels amazing knowing that he really means it

i’ve been working on a few things recently! it’s taking me quite a while to finish something that probably would’ve taken me a few days to work through in the past, but that’s what happens when you’re trying to figure out your adult life 😂 please keep on the lookout for a fic that may or may not be posted within the next few weeks though 👀

i miss all of you very much 😘😘😘😘 hopefully soon i’ll be able to get back to making regular posts but for now i’m happy to be able to still have this small window with you all 🫶

talk soon! xoxo