#i don't even care if you have never HEARD of cookie run

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi author how are you doing I hope your doing fine?

I hope you don’t mind can I request a Batfam x Genius child male reader like child male reader is basically smart (and comes from a wealthy and influence family) and has higher IQ for someone so young (smarter than the rest of Batfam) Bruce met child male reader in the funeral when child male reader grandparents died leaving child male reader orphan because his parents also died. Somehow child male reader was strangely attach to Bruce even tho it's there first time meeting so he just walk up to Bruce and stare at him in wonder. Which also leads everyday male reader running away from home and going to Wayne manor because he wanted to stay close to Bruce and meeting the rest of family and which leads the male reader Butler (who's taking care of reader for time being until someone or close relative steps up and takes the role to raise reader) to apologize everytime when picks reader up from the Wayne manor. Reader already knows all the Batfam especially the Justice League secret identity with just one look at them. Male reader who is shy, quite (rarely ever makes a sound) and well mannered. Male reader has a habit of touching the technology of the bat cave or the Justice league base and knows how to fix them aswell

Btw I hope your doing all good author don’t forget to take care of yourself and have a wonderful day🥰🥰🥰😊😊

Oh the little rascal. Also, you take care of yourself too and have a great day or night, whatever time is in your country at the moment. No ideas for gifs anyone... It's pretty though. Also, your beloved author turned 19 on the 5th of May. I do have to say, I have a interesting birthdate.

Summary: (Y/N) is a very smart cookie.

Warnings: funerals, (Y/N) is smart, minor cursing here and there... Some angst, fluff

Bruce sighed quietly as he stood over the graves of Tim's parents. He put the flowers down on their graves. Tim was fighting a flu so he couldn't do it himself and Bruce has offered to do it for Tim. It was their death anniversary and Bruce knew that Tim was just dying in bed from the flu and was dying from feeling guilty of not coming.

Bruce turned his head as he heard church bells. Another funeral. Bruce looked at the church and the procession that has followed it. Two caskets...

Hold up.

He knows that face. The boy was (Y/N) (L/N). Bruce knew that his parents passed when he was truly young and that his grandparents took him when that happened.

It seems that his grandparents passed away too. Bruce met them a few times and they were lovely people and he was told that (Y/N) was a genius, but he didn't know just how much that intelligence reaches. Poor boy.

The procession was slowly passing and Bruce watched from Tim's parents graves. Bruce knew how it felt to lose your parents so young. It's almost like a big piece of you was taken and you will never be able to bring it back, no matter how hard you try.

Bruce looked back down at the graves, trying to keep the attention off of him. He didn't want to disrespect anyone, especially not the dead and besides, it's not about him. Somehow, there aren't any reporters.

Which is a very good thing, but it's a bit weird because like the vultures they are, they can sense when to come in the worst day possible and to use a tragedy for publicity. Thankfully, Bruce put his foot down when it came to his family.

Anything that invades privacy, Bruce would go after them and make sure they don't do that to him. His family didn't have anything to hide. Besides their night job, but that wasn't really illegal... It was something nice to do for the people of Gotham.

Bruce looked up when he felt that someone was watching him. It was (Y/N). He... He didn't want to be rude, but why wasn't he following the procession? Sure, he is young and saying that your parents will be 6ft underground is no easy task, but still...

Wouldn't it be good for him to get a bit of closure at least?

Bruce didn't say anything as (Y/N) simply walked up to him, in silence. Bruce noticed the suit and couldn't help but notice that he almost saw himself in the young boy.

Bruce also noted how (Y/N) watched him in wonder, tilting his head, clearly observing him.

" You are Bruce Wayne... " He said as a matter of fact, trailing off quietly at the end of the sentence.

" I am and you must be (Y/N). How come you aren't with your butler? " Bruce asked as he squatted down to (Y/N)'s level.

" I don't want to be. Too many people. " (Y/N) said and Bruce chuckled.

" I know, but it would mean a lot to him if you stayed with him. " Bruce said, remembering Alfred and his support when his parents died.

Bruce wouldn't have been the same without Alfred and his support.

" I guess so. " (Y/N) said as the the butler approached, a small smile on his face.

" Master (Y/N), what are you doing here? " The butler asked, but politely nodded at Bruce to acknowledge him. Bruce nodded back and (Y/N) huffed.

" It's way too many people. " (Y/N) said, crossing his arms with a pout on his face.

" That means your parents were liked, so come here. You won't be alone. " The butler said and (Y/N) huffed again, but took the butler's hand into his.

" My sincere condolences. " Bruce said and the butler nodded, a sad look on his face.

" Thank you... It was all by surprise. " Butler explained and Bruce nodded.

" Can I ask what they died from? " Bruce asked and the butler nodded.

" Heart attacks. Just in their sleep. " Butler explained and (Y/N) nodded. Death can come at any place, at any time. Death simply takes.

" At least it was in their sleep. " Bruce mumbled and checked on the grave the last time before turning to the duo. " I won't hold you two up anymore. I have to go and again, my condolences. " Bruce said, shaking hands with them both before leaving to his car. He walked to his car and drove off home.

" Master Bruce, master (Y/N) has arrived, yet again. " Alfred said as he walked through the kitchen, busy with making some food for everyone.

Bruce put his newspaper down and look down at the small child who went to the living room and Bruce's boys let out a cheer. Besides Damian who was still skeptic of (Y/N), but was getting there to start trusting slowly.

Then, (Y/N) slowly walked to Bruce, who sipped his coffee slowly, just to make sure to get awake. It was hell during patrol and everyone has gone insane. Just nuts. Probably more than Joker. Which is a feat of its own, but hey. Gotham is just Gotham and everything is possible.

Gotham is a city where everything's possible, but instead of dreams, you get nightmares. According to other people outside of Gotham.

" You are Batman. " (Y/N) said and Bruce spat out his coffee, coughing out the remains, trying not to choke from the said beverage. Heads whipped from the living room, shocked that (Y/N) was able to figure it out.

" I beg your pardon? " Bruce asked, still coughing as he wiped the coffee from his mouth and table. (Y/N) couldn't have done it, could he? How in God's name did he figure it out?

" You are Batman. " (Y/N) stated, so straight forward and blunt in it, making Bruce cough yet again, trying to figure out what to say. Also, to say that he was caught off guard is an understatement of the century. He is always on guard with everyone, besides his sons, and this took him... Well, using Gen Z slang would be 'took him out'.

If he guessed correctly.

" I'm not Batman. " Bruce said, trying to appear normal and not like he was just discovered and that his cover was blown wide open.

" You are. " And (Y/N) started saying how he knew and Bruce was sure he would have passed out if he was a normal human and not a vigilante.

The boys were silent as they watched it all in silence, hoping that Bruce would deter him from that answer. Something. At least something. But with how (Y/N) was talking and explaining... It was clear that they couldn't get out of it. Nothing. They couldn't lie their way out of this one.

Bruce sighed and (Y/N) smiled softly, clearly happy that he guessed.

" Yes. I'm Batman. When did you figure it out? " Bruce asked softly and (Y/N) smiled cheekily. Bruce smiled softly and thought to himself that (Y/N) was a little cheeky shit.

" When I first saw you. " (Y/N) and Damian, well, even he was impressed. That was... A bit... Holy shit.

" Afraid to interrupt, but master (Y/N)'s guardian is here. " Alfred said as he led the other butler in, who crossed his arms, but there was a fond look in his eyes.

" Master (Y/N), what did we talk about? " The butler asked and (Y/N) simply huffed.

" Come here please. " The butler added and (Y/N) nodded coming into the butler's arms. " Again, I don't know what's going on, but thank you for being patient with him. " Butler said and everyone simply replied with no problem and Jason replied with a cheeky 'kids, am I right.'

(Y/N) was slowly but surely getting way more comfortable. He saw the Batcave and fixed things that bothered everyone a lot and it was something that impressed them and made them pissed. Both at the same time, which is actually impressive.

And no one needed to explain to him how anything worked. That pissed and impressed Tim, who was proud to say that he knows their technology the best. It was just that. Impressive. But infuriating at the same time.

Either way, (Y/N) spent more time at the manor and Alfred and (Y/N)'s butler became good friends, often found venting to one another about the things that 'their billionaires' do that piss them off to no end.

Of course, (Y/N)'s butler didn't know of anyone's secret identities, just to make sure that he was the right person to tell, which is something that isn't easy to see. Sometimes, people hide their true selves and it's funny to decipher them.

Also, (Y/N) both impressed the Justice League by fixing a glitch they had in their system for months that no one was able to fix. Bruce was proud and everyone else impressed and low key jealous.

But either way, (Y/N) was now a staple of the Batfam and his guardian had no qualms about it.

[kimjun]

Package | Bat family x reader

You never stopped to think about being a mother, you are young and it was too early to think. Well, until you meet Bruce Wayne. You met him by accident, really an accident, you ran him over with your bike and then you went out to get to know each other better.

After many meetings, the marriage proposal finally arrived. As said above, you didn't think about being a mother. But marrying Bruce Wayne came with a package.

The first package was Dick.

He was adorable, he was always around you, he bragged to everyone that he had an incredibly beautiful mother. Mom, it was a surprise when you heard that word addressed to you.

It was a Friday, you went to pick Dick up from school because Alfred was on vacation, so you went to Dick's school. You were at the gate waiting, while sending some messages to friends and Bruce, little Dick approaches along with three boys.

—I told you she was beautiful. - Dick points at you, then crosses his arms.

—Wow.- one of the boys says.

—Stop drooling over my mother. –Dick speaks naturally as he gets into the car.

On the other hand, you become paralyzed trying to absorb the new information. When you finally get in the car, Dick hands you a drawing, it's him, you and Bruce.

—You can throw it away if you want. - Dick says, putting on his belt.

You've had this drawing saved for over fifteen years. A memory of the first time you became a mother.

—It's very beautiful, my love, thank you very much.

—Is it okay if I call you mom?

—You are my son, obviously you should call me mother.

Dick is a mama's boy, even at twenty-two he still runs into her arms.

The second package was Jason.

You were already in your pajamas, the calm rain turned into a storm and Bruce was already on his way back. You just didn't expect Bruce Wayne to show up with a boy cowering from the cold.

—Honey.- Bruce looked completely embarrassed. —This is Jason.

The boy looked at you, his beautiful eyes made you sigh with love for your newest baby.

-I am __.

It was a complicated relationship at first, in fact Jason only let you get close to him. He spent time with you at the library, you created a book club that was just the two of you.

It was a trusting relationship, when Jason had nightmares you would always be with him.

—It's okay, love, I'm here.

Jason started calling you mom because Dick did that.

—Are you my mother too? - Jason asked with his mouth covered in chocolate.

—Of course, right, - replies Dick. — If you're my brother, idiot.

He starts calling you mom. And you love the fact that you have two boys. Jason is also a mama's boy. When you learned of Jason's death the world stopped, you fell into a deep depression that you had to hide because Bruce Wayne brought a surprise.

The third package was Tim.

It was a little difficult, it wasn't Tim's fault, you love him, but he came so quickly that you haven't accepted Jason's death yet. The pain is horrible. But Tim needed love and you tried.

Tim heard you lost a son and it was still hard. He saw you crying several times, even though you hid to not show how fragile you are. Then one day, Tim came into the room where you were crying. He climbed onto the bed and hugged you.

—I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel this pain, mom. - Tim was hugging you.

-Oh my love.

You were healing, Tim was there to help you, he knew you were broken.

-Mother?

-what?

—Nothing, it's cool to call you that.

—How about making cookies? - you smile.

—And coffee?

—You are prohibited from drinking coffee.

Tim is a mama's baby, he's always by your side when you need him, you take care of him with so much love that he just wants to reciprocate.

It is Tim who breaks the news that Jason is alive.

Bruce Wayne doesn't know when to stop and you don't really care.

The fourth package was Damian.

—Are you saying you have a child with another woman?

You need time to understand the situation, when Bruce explains it you still get suspicious. A new kid in the mansion. Harder than Jason as a teenager.

—Damian, it's going to rain, take an umbrella. - you say.

Damian looks at you.

—You're not my mother, you don't command me. - he leaves in a huff, taking the umbrella.

A new member of the book club, Jason was reluctant before accepting that Damian could join the club.

You noticed Damian was slowly approaching. If you are in the kitchen, he will come up to you and ask what you are doing. If you leave, he asks if he can come along. At the market he pushes the cart for you.

-Can I have this? - Damian points to some chocolates. He sighs remembering what Thalia told him.

You pass Damian picking up several bars.

—Yes, you can, my love.

Damian never complained about you calling him baby, living by your side is peaceful because you are a different person than his mother.

Damian wrote you a letter, actually a note.

YOU WANT TO BE MINE MOTHER?

Yes ( ) or no ( )

You thought it was so cute, you squeezed Damian saying yes, you accepted being his mother.

Damian is mommy's little baby to this day, he will always come to you looking for mommy's hugs and kisses.

Bruce Wayne is a big surprise, you love him, you love his children but every time you leave you fear that he will return with another child.

—I love you, but please try to have control, we have too many children. - you laugh.

—I think it's over, don't worry.

-He is sure?

—I think so, I'm going to stop adopting for a bit.

—You need therapy. - you laugh kissing your husband.

—We should have a baby of our own. - Bruce grumbles. You laugh, getting up from the couch.

—We already have too many children. - you scream running to the kitchen.

[mayghosts]

Sabrina Ionescu: Dating Headcannons

Summary: what it would be like to date Sab

Warnings: none! All fluff 🫶🫶🫶

AN: there's not a lot fics under the Sab x reader tag, so lets fix that!

☘︎ You met her after she moved into the apartment across from you.

You were a bit nervous as you knocked on the apartment door across the hall. Your last neighbor had moved out about a week ago, and as of today you noticed that someone new had moved in. Holding your tray of cookies tightly in your hands, you listened as you heard shuffling and muffled voices from behind the door which suddenly swung open. “Hi! Uhm… I'm your neighbor in 13A! I just wanted to say hi and I made some cookies for you!” Sabrina looked you up and down as you talked, “oh! Thank you, I love chocolate chip cookies! I'm Sabrina by the way, whats your name?”

☘︎ She immediately was obsessed with you, even though you had only talked for a few minutes in her doorway

☘︎ Would always try to linger in the hall in hopes of running into you. She also started using the apartment gym in hopes of running into you again

☘︎ eventually gave up on trying to run into you naturally and decided to take matters into her own hands

You were surprised to hear a knock on your door this late, your friends had left a few hours ago. Padding to your door, you glanced through the peep hole before opening the door. “Hey Sabrina from next door right? Whats up?” Her long hair was damp from the shower and she was wearing an oversized hoodie and pj pants. “Uhh nothing much, I just wanted to thank you for the cookies from last week, and give you these!” She handed you two courtside tickets for the next New York Liberty game. “If you can come I would love to see you there, and feel free to bring a friend to if you want…” You smilled up at her, gently taking the tickets from her hands “Awwe thanks Sab! I will deffinately be there!” She felt her stomach flip at the nick name you had given her. “Awesome! Okay well, I'm going to head to bed now. Goodnight n/n!” “g’night Sab.”

☘︎ Absolutely lost her mind seeing you courtside in her jersey, she didn't even care that you brought a friend who was also wearing her jersey.

☘︎ The New York Liberty won that game by a landslide (thanks Sabrina)

☘︎ She asked you out to dinner after the game “as a friend” but you two always considered it your first date once you started dating. She also refused to let you pay.

☘︎ Since she doesn't have a ton of family in New York, you would always come to her games for her and she would always sign your jersey after the game

☘︎ You started a Friday night tradition of watching 90s movies together in your apartment. Sabrina almost always fell asleep during the movie

You were about half way through “10 Things I Hate About You” when you felt Sabrinas head slump against your shoulder. You couldn't help the butterflies that raged in your stomach. Gently you grabbed a blanket from the table and draped it over her while you finished the movie.

☘︎ She asked you out while you guys were decorating Cupcakes together.

Sabrinas kitchen looked like a cyclone hit it. Mixing bowls and cupcake trays were strewn around the counter, icing coated the walls as well as your clothes. The two of you were pulling an all nighter to bake and decorate 100 cupcakes for a team bonding event tomorrow. “Sab, why the fuck did you not just buy them? I hope you know I'm never doing this with you again.” You piped out another perfect icing dome before handing the cupcake to Sabrina who was doing sprinkles. She sighed before she answered “I don't know, the internet made it seem so easy! Thank you for helping.” you couldn't help but smile at the girl as you let out a sigh. “You owe me big time for this ya know?” Sab paused for a second placing the unsprinkled cupcake down on the counter. You looked up at her as she a spoke. “Let me take you on a date? Tomorrow? We can go to that fancy Italian place in town.” Smiling at her words you turned back to your cupcakes, “so is that a yes or-” you cut her off by smearing icing down her face.

☘︎ She did end up taking you to your favorite restaurant in town and it was everything you had hoped for

☘︎ you two started spending even more time together, and it wasn’t uncommon for you to wake up to her making breakfast in your kitchen

☘︎ She loves being able to do little things for you, whether that's picking up your dry cleaning, organising your messy desk or just getting you a coffee

☘︎ Obsessed with the fact that she can just pick you up and carry you around, which she frequently indulges in

☘︎ You guys are always coordinating outfits for games or events

Taglist: @ayannatv @smiths-fan--13

[gladiatorcunt]

I have had this thought running around all week. What if reader was sejanus’s girlfriend but Coryo was in love with her, so when he returns to the Capitol after everything in district 12 and the reader is upset that her boyfriend had died and been labelled a rebel, he’s there to comfort her and later married her.

I realised that there’s a few gaps in this but I don’t even care cause I’m so obsessed with the thought! Love you!!💗

I debated on answering this bc this is a fairly common "trope" in the corio x reader space, but I decided to see if I could do something a bit different with it, I hope you like it & I love u too!!

(TYPICAL CORYO WARNINGS Y'ALL)

In my head, canon era Coryo would be a lot more confused by being able to feel anything romantic for anyone. It's not like you're a childhood friend of his, or a new transfer from a district family that won the gamble and made it big, no. You're just one of the many middle tier capitol families who while never being on the same level as others, they also had less to lose. It would make something in his gut simmer, if your family was any more significant than a fly hovering around a rotting corpse. You are not the asset that Sejanus is.

But he hates seeing you link arms with Sejanus as you walk out of class together. He loathes the sight of you two splitting a cookie and feeding it too each other like it might as well be your wedding cake. It isn't until Coriolanus "happens" to be wandering through the academy corridors after hours, that his mind catches up with his cock. It's useless to count how many times he's rubbed his cock raw to the memory of your panty covered crotch under your skirt (you don't wear them constantly so you're a bit stupid about remembering to be careful).

Your moans, which he's already heard through the walls of your apartment when he couldn't resist the urge to see you, tip him off. He ducks around a nearby corner and peeks out to see you and Sejanus locking lips. What's worse, is that he can see that your pants are pooled around your ankles, and Sejanus is nearly throwing his back out thrusting his dick in your dripping hole. Huh. Coriolanus would've never pegged you as the sort of person to take risks like that, but you must need the added thrill to be wet enough for your boyfriend.

Coryo knows that there's nothing special about the softer moments you and he share. That the food you sneak him is given because you're a nice person and not because it kills you to see the love of your life starve. You aren't implying anything when you explain Antony and Cleopatra to him (he didn't need you too, he just wanted to have more memories of your voice and to make you feel smart). But he can't stop himself from drafting up a false reality, which he's believing is become less and less false with every touch and glance.

In the days after his return to the capitol when all is said and done, he tells himself that Sejanus had to die so he could live. That that's all it came down to, survival. Deep down, he doesn't bother kidding himself. He knows that he saw the perfect opportunity to get rid of the thing standing in between him and his happily ever after, and that you weren't very bright when it came to capitol propaganda. You might even feel inclined to be grateful once you learn about your beloved was all too willing to betray you and run off with some district songstress.

Having less to lose doesn't mean you have nothing to worry about. If anything, it makes you an easier target.

He gets a reoccurring nightmare about Sejanus having survived the hanging and biding his time in the woods of district 12 before coming back to hunt him down, to get you back. The paranoia will never fully go away.

[paperdice]

HIIII how are youuu?? Sooo I wanted Golden cheese angst bcz we love angst right? …right? EHEM!!! One shot Mom golden cheese x child reader, the scenery is like when she’s gonna turn off the virtual world, what would she say to her child to calm them down? THABK YOUUU

𝐦𝐨𝐦!𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

"Let's not make much more out of all this, it pains my heart enough."

You could only watch as everything unfolds before your tiny eyes, watching your dough glitch was so uncanny,, What was happening to you and the other cookies? You felt like a harsh waterfall of fears and anxiety was just poured on top of you. Your head was hurting, why was it hurting?

You looked around for golden cheese cookie but your mother was elsewhere with the outsiders, but you didn't know where. Panic was creeping up on your paranoid confused mind with its long claws scraping against hope itself.

"momma?? has anyone seen my ma?? the queen??" you pleaded at your cookies for help but the panic and confusion was also spreading to their minds too.

A small body like yours was easy to miss, and your throat was up against the tight lump of fear which made it difficult to speak any louder than an inside voice. This made you frustrated, puffy red cheeks with tears wanting to roll down on them to finish the saddening piece.

Everything was too much, you just wanted your momma.

Like any child would be under unexplained pressure, you sat and began to cry where you were. You never had to go through anything like this before, nothing was even close to this, you were always pampered and safe. never had you thought to be separated from your mother in such dire time, because she always told you she'll be by your side.

"oh there you are! my poor baby bird.. I'm so sorry..!"

Your mothers voice shined a bright light to the darkness that was holding you in its grasp. Quickly looking up and running towards your mother, arms reaching out for her protection away from the world. Hiccups raided you when attempting to speak but all that came out was babbles and loud whimpering.

"oh no, you.." the distraught in her voice was clear, kneeling down and hugging you like it was the last hug she'll give. Her wings cradled you with its soft feathers,. "wh-whuAH!- is haH-haa-peen-nningggg. .. mommaa pl-leaze.." crying to tell her not to leave you again.

The most painful thing shes ever heard. Her baby trying so hard to talk through their fright after being left alone for how long. Her heart being broken is an understatement, it was stabbed and swollen, trying to stay strong for what's next.

Forcefully shutting her eyes by the time her own tears began to stream down her face. But she can't let you see that, you've been through enough as you proved.

Wiping away her tears with her arm, still holding her child in the other. She needed to do this.

She needed to do this right before shutting down her kingdom, but her heart aches so violently against her.

This was the closest shes gotten to her baby after the kingdoms perished, she doesn't wanna lose you again, she doesn't want to let you go. Losing the real you was the most difficult so she doesn't care that you're virtual because you felt just as real.

She gently holds both your shoulders and looks into your now redden eyes.. "I know there's a lot to explain, but.. I think its better not to uh, dull on it too much. because everything is okay." she smiled and felt bittersweet to speak more when she saw your face gleam as bright as gold, with faith in her words. "My gem, I've noticed how your dough has been getting paler as of late. Have you been getting rest?"

Have I been getting enough rest lately? hmm.

"I don't know, I can't remember.. is it that bad momma?" Worries was heard within your voice, "Nothing serious, just concerned me a little since it doesn't look good on you... How about you get some rest." she felt her brow flinch at the end of the sentence, was this the right way?

"mhm! can we nap together again?" .. "of course we can, anything you want."

A genuine smile was now on her face remembering all the times you two would nap, everytime you wanted to sleep you always invited her to join her. Even at the most uncalled for moments, your obliviousness spoke volumes of your love for your mother.

"I promise to nap with you whenever your small heart desires, no matter how many times you ask I'd do anything to be with you again."

Be with me again? ma's talking funny

"But I'm right here! And your bed is waayyy over there! let's go rest!"

"Yes you're right that's quite the far flight huh? How does sleeping in my arms in the meantime sound? Just like your real freshly baked days"

You don't exactly remember those days of course but you know your mother loved it based on how many times she'd reminisce about the memories. You didn't want to leave her side so you nodded and began to get comfortable, giggling at how goofy you felt. You were too big for this you thought.

"everything will be okay, sleep tight my love, I will wake you up when our morning comes.." tears falling as she saw you close your eyes and smile, "I love you ma." you said nuzzling on her inner arm, not realizing that you were fading away.

"I love you more, so much more.."

hellooo!! I'm doing alright how about you? I hope well, I also hope you like the angst! I had to resharpen my angst writing skills since its been a minute sobsob, thank you for the request and you're welcome! come back again if you're thinking of rolling another <333

[steddieas-shegoes]

Nother idea: Wayne & Eddie coming home from a long ass day, tired & stressed, both of them arriving at their trailer at the same time. Both of them taking a deep breath knowing that they'll have to clean up & prepare dinner but both are exhausted. But when they come in their trailer is sparkling clean. The floors swept & mopped, dirty clothes put into the wash, clean clothes folded neatly on the couch in piles for both Eddie and Wayne. Their trailer smells clean & fresh, they turn towards the kitchen & see Steve humming quietly to himself along with the radio on low as he pulls fresh made supper from the oven, on the counters are baked goods cooling. Wayne & Eddie realizing that Steve not only cleaned up their home but he prepared them easy to reheat meals, cleaned up their space bc he knew they'd be exhausted & both of them like the trailer to be clean, but neither had time. So he did it because they are his family & he loves them & wants them to feel safe and cared for in their new home.

MY LOVE! So I kinda ran with a somewhat different background plot, just because it kind of felt like I needed to show that Steve ain't slackin'. I also moved this one ahead of another request because I needed to write Wayne in a sappy way after chapter 2 of demon Steve. Steve was born to be a housewife with guidance counselor tendencies and I don't make the rules. ENJOY! - Mickala ❤️

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Eddie felt the exhaustion fully hit him as soon as he put his van in park.

He’d been working more overtime over the last month to save up for the down payment on the house he and Steve fell in love with.

The government money helped, but it mostly went to medical bills and a new van when his old one had become government property.

Wayne told him to keep as much of it saved as he could. “You never know what life will throw at ya,” he’d said.

Steve had been working a lot too, but was focusing on his classes at the community college, trying to set up a better future for both of them.

It meant that Eddie was pulling a lot of the financial weight right now, that Wayne was doing as much as he could for them so they could actually save up, but it would all be worth it.

Wayne knocked on his window and he blinked his eyes open again.

When had he even closed them?

Eddie opened the door and stepped out, groaning at the ache in his knee. It still wasn’t 100%, probably never would be as long as he was doing physical labor, and today had been particularly rough at the shop.

“Alright, bud?” Wayne asked him, hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. Just tired,” Eddie replied.

“You and me both. Let’s go relax a bit.”

But relaxing wouldn’t be on the table until they fixed dinner and cleaned up a bit and Eddie knew the faucet had been leaking when he left this morning and they didn’t need a leak like that running up the water bill, so he should probably try to fix it before bed.

He let Wayne go in first, as always, knowing he’d take longer going up the porch steps.

He could handle walking just fine most of the time, but stairs were a bitch.

He nearly walked right into Wayne when he walked through the front door, the older man standing stock still right in the entrance.

“Wayne? You good?” Eddie asked, his mind suddenly filtering through any number of terrible reasons for his sudden frozen demeanor.

And then he could smell it.

Cookies.

Someone was baking cookies.

And then he saw it.

The living room was completely cleaned and organized, magazines stacked neatly on the table, no crumbs on the couch or carpet, the weird mud stain from Eddie’s boots no longer on the rug by the front door.

He heard the record player going, though the volume was low enough that he could also hear Steve singing in the kitchen.

“Looks like your boy’s been busy,” Wayne smirked over his shoulder at him.

“I don’t-“ Eddie started to say.

“Eds? Wayne? You guys home?” Steve called from the kitchen.

Before they answered, he walked around the corner with an apron on, his glasses perched on his nose, and a beaming smile on his face.

“I just put the lasagna back in the oven to heat up a bit for you. Had to wait for the cookies to come out,” Steve said as he walked towards them.

He wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck and kissed him on the lips quickly, then pulled away to give Wayne a quick side hug.

“I made some lemonade that should be nice and cold by now. You want some?”

Eddie and Wayne blinked at him, surprise at what was happening rendering them speechless.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s tone shifted to concern, the smile dropping from his face as he took in their stillness.

“You cleaned?” Wayne asked.

“And cooked?” Eddie asked.

“And baked?” Wayne added.

“My afternoon class was canceled and Keith said he wouldn’t approve overtime for me, so. I came home?” Steve still looked concerned, like he was waiting for one or both of them to start yelling at him.

“Where’s your car?” Wayne asked.

That was a great question. Eddie just realized it wasn’t in the yard, which was half the reason he’d been shocked to see Steve here at all.

“Oh! Max needed to go to therapy. I was already in the middle of baking so I told her she could just use it as long as she was back by eight.”

“So you’ve been cleaning and baking and cooking all afternoon? For us?” Eddie asked, biting back as much emotion as he could.

He was tired and overwhelmed with love and he knew he would start crying if he didn’t contain some of it.

“I just wanted to take care of you guys and take care of our house. You worked all day and I had some free time to do it,” Steve shrugged.

Wayne collected himself first, moving toward Steve and squeezing his shoulder.

“Thanks, son. You don’t know how much I appreciate ya doin’ all this,” he said, voice slightly choked up.

“It’s no problem, Wayne,” Steve replied, face red.

“Mind if I go grab a shower first?” he asked Eddie.

“Fine with me,” Eddie responded.

Wayne nodded once, smiling at them both, and walked to his room to grab clothes for after his shower.

Steve looked up at Eddie shyly.

“Lasagna will be about 20 more minutes if you wanna grab a drink,” he said quietly.

Eddie smirked.

“Some of that lemonade sounds nice,” he played along, knowing exactly where this was going.

No matter how tired or sore he was, he wouldn’t turn down the chance to get his hands on Steve or have Steve’s hands on him.

Steve led him into the kitchen by his hand, tugging him along as he excitedly explained that he’d found the lemons at a farm stand on his way home from work yesterday and considered using them for a cheesecake, but decided this would be better.

Eddie smiled at him fondly, just happy that Steve is happy.

“I’ll get you a glass, just wait right there,” Steve said, pushing him against the counter gently.

But Eddie didn’t let him pull away yet, fisted his shirt and pulled him against his front.

“Eds!” Steve yelped as they made contact.

“I’m sure the lemonade is perfect, but I want a taste of you first, sugar,” Eddie mumbled, leaning down to press his lips against Steve’s.

Steve melted against him, letting Eddie’s tongue past his lips and letting out a low moan when Eddie’s hands squeezed his ass.

“What’re you doing?” he whispered against Eddie’s lips.

“Touching you,” Eddie answered before kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his jaw.

“Wayne though.”

“He’s already in the shower. We got a few minutes.”

“We can’t do much in a few minutes,” Steve said, trying to stifle another moan as Eddie’s fingers untied his apron and slid to the front of his jeans to undo his button.

“You underestimate how hot it is to see you like a little housewife, sweetheart,” Eddie chuckled.

Steve slapped his arm.

“Not a housewife.”

“No? You sure seemed happy about cleaning up and cooking for me,” Eddie said as he slid his hands into the waistband of Steve’s boxers.

“Eds,” he gasped, but didn’t stop him as he wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock.

“Get me out, Stevie. Don’t have much time,” Eddie groaned.

Steve did as he was asked, but still seemed hesitant.

Eddie paused.

“You wanna call it?” he asked.

If Steve truly didn’t want to, he knew what to say to stop, and he knew Eddie would stop, no questions asked.

But he shook his head, biting his lip to contain a whimper as Eddie looked down at their cocks and spit.

“Gotta stay quiet, still. Don’t wanna be caught,” Eddie whispered as he leaned in to kiss him again, keep his mouth preoccupied so he didn’t give them away.

He knew Wayne would be at least another 10 minutes, but they both liked the idea of having to stay quiet and be quick.

And quick it was.

They both came in barely two minutes, Eddie riled up from Steve just being Steve, Steve being riled up at the fact they were doing this in the kitchen.

“I just cleaned this floor, you better not have gotten anything on it,” Steve smirked at Eddie as they buttoned themselves back up.

“Promise I’ll clean it up myself if I did.”

“You better. Gonna go shower next?” Steve tied the apron back up, walking over to the fridge to finally get the lemonade.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sore today. Hot water will help.”

Steve turned to him with a furrowed brow.

“You should’ve said, baby. You need some Motrin or something?”

“Nah, maybe after I eat. Got a dose of you to help,” he winked obnoxiously.

“Alright, keep it in your pants,” Steve said as he poured a glass for Eddie and a glass for Wayne.

“You’re the one who had it out a minute ago!”

Steve just gave him a dead-eyed stare before handing him his lemonade.

“Get out of my kitchen.”

“Sir, yes sir!” Eddie saluted.

He took a few sips of the lemonade as he walked towards his bedroom to grab clothes.

It was delicious, as he expected.

Just like coming home to Steve every day.

[dorapascalstyles]

Summary: After a long day Mike finally comes home, where he can relax in his lover's arm's.

Warnings: None

Author's note: English is not my first language so sorry if i made mistakes in this but i hope y'all gonna like it🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 -D🍂

You were already dozing off on the couch when you heard the front door open, and you immediately know who came home. You sat up on the couch looking over at Mike. He looked exhausted like always, almost falling over from the tiredness.

-Hey.

You spoke first while he walked over to you.

-Hi.

He gave you a quick kiss on the mouth and sat down next to you.

-How was your day?

You ask him quitely not waiting for a long answer.

-Shitty.

You chuckled on his answer and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in a hug. You two stayed like this for a minute, just breathing each other in.

You tried to help around the house as much as you can, because you know how hard it is to him. Taking care of Abby and himself while working a shitty job that's not even paying enough is hard. You cook for them, and help Abby with school stuff, while Mike can't, and you totally fine with that. You love them and that's only what matters for you, but of course Mike still feels guilty that you need to do all those stuff for him. He thinks that you think he's using you and that you hate him. Of course that's not true but he has that anxiety.

-Abby?

-She's asleep.

You told him while running your fingers through his hair.

-Did she eat?

-A little, but i made her cookies and she ate them all up!

You giggle while looking up at him from his chest. You can see the playfullness in his eyes, and the relief that she ate something even if not a lot.

-Thank you.

He says with a sigh.

-For what?

-For taking care of her while i can't.

-You don't need to thank me that, you know how much i love her!

You look him in the eye while running your hands up and down on his arm.

-No of course i have to, you help me so much, i don't even know how to thank you.

-Hmm maybe you can thank me with a bath.

You say playfully while pulling him off of the couch.

-I'm serious.

-I am too, now come on!

You pull him in the bathroom, and start to fill the bathtub with warm water, while putting vanilla scented bath foam in it.

-It's going to feel so good i promise.

You go up to him and start to undress yourself while he was just looking at you. Finally you stepped in to the bathtub and sat in the water, that was the time when he got undressed too and sat behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you leaned into his chest.

After 5 minutes of just being in the water, you sat up and turned around to face him.

-Let me wash your hair.

He just nodded, you reached for his shampoo and poured a little in your palm. You rubbed your hands together to make the shampoo fuzz up and started to massage his scalp. He immediately leaned into you and let out a groan.

-That feels so good!

You just smile at his reaction while doing different massage techniques that you saw on the TV, and when you finished, you moved him down a little so you can wash the shampoo out of his hair. The whole time he was looking at you, just admiring your face. How did he deserve you? he though to himself. Mike never, not even in his wildest dreams did think that he would know a person this loving, and caring like you. But he does and you love him, which is just more unbelievable for him. Abby adores you, and always talks about you when you're not around, and he's so happy about all of it. So nights like this really reminds him how lucky he is to have you.

-I love you.

He tells you while slightly touching the side of your face.

-I love you too.

You told him with a big smile, while leaning in to kiss him. The kiss is slow but it tells everything. How much he loves you, how thankful he is, the tiredness and happyness mixing together with proudness. You broke the kiss and told him to let's go to bed.

You two get out of the bathtub and he dries you, and then himself. You quickly get dressed while deciding to go and check on Abby, so you walk out of the bathroom and head to Abby's room. You peek in the room to find her peacefully sleeping in her bed. You hear footsteps from behind and an arm wrapped around your waist.

-She's good?

-She is. Sleeps like a bear.

You say while chuckling to yourself, you grab his hands and pull him in the bedroom, where you drop yourself on the bed from exhaustion and he's just giggling at you.

-Come on!

You put both of your arms up waiting for him to snuggle in them, and when he finally does you pull the blanket over the two of you.

-Sleep well, my love.

He tells you with a big smile while kissing your cheek.

-You too, love you.

You kiss his mouth.

-I love you.

He watches as you close your eyes and let out a sigh, representing how hard this day was.

He has hard days almost every day, but when he comes home to you he feels like a feather. With your loving heart you bring so much joy in his life, and he just loves every part of it.

[bloodylullaby]

Pairing: Noah x Reader

Word Count: 1886

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Author's Note: A continuation of If You're There ALSO - Let me know how you like this; I've been battling whether to keep doing cute things like this (I don't see as many cute things) or try to branch out to other things.

It’s finally happened. Noah finally realized that he was extremely burnt out and running on fumes, which led him to cancel his highly anticipated European tour. You had seen this coming for months but couldn’t convince him to take time for himself due to his relentless work ethic and a one-track mind. Despite your best efforts, his hard-working drive kept him pushing forward until he could no longer ignore the exhaustion.

Even though Noah is finally home, you haven’t seen him for a couple of weeks and have barely heard from him, which is unusual and increasingly concerning. You start to worry more and more, as you have never seen him in such a state before. His silence and isolation are alarming, making you realize just how serious his condition might be. With all the times Noah has gone out of his way to help you out of a rut, you know deep down that it's time to return the favor and be there for him. Today, you decide that you are going to go over to his house and show him so much love and support that he has no choice but to get better. You are determined to help him through this challenging period with your unwavering presence and care.

You pack two giant tote bags of things you know he enjoys, hoping to lift his spirits. One of the bags is stuffed with his favorite sweets, treats, and drinks, from gourmet chocolates and artisanal cookies to his preferred craft soda brand. You even include a few savory snacks that he always raves about. The other bag is filled with items that hold personal significance, things of yours that you know will help him feel more comfortable and connected. Among these is the stuffed animal he won for you at a carnival last summer, a cherished memento of happier times. You spray your signature scent on it, ensuring it carries the comforting fragrance that reminds him of you. Additionally, you include a cozy blanket you've often shared on movie nights and a couple of your favorite books he has shown interest in. You hope these familiar items will create a sense of warmth and closeness, even in your physical absence.

On your way to his house, you stop by the store and pick up a video game that he’s been wanting but has always been too busy to grab and play. Once you secure it, you continue to his house, hoping this small gesture will brighten his day. When you walk up to the house, you are greeted by Nicholas with a warm smile. He steps aside and lets you in, welcoming you with a friendly, reassuring nod. As you go to Noah’s room, you exchange greetings with the others in the house, receiving sympathetic looks and encouraging words. The familiar surroundings and friendly faces bolster your resolve as you approach Noah’s door, ready to offer him the comfort and support he desperately needs.

With a gentle knock, you enter his room and are greeted by a messy space, clothes strewn about, and empty bottles scattered on the floor. Closing the door behind you, you step further into the room, spotting Noah lying in bed, his hair gently poking out from the cocoon he has rolled himself into. You carefully set everything down by his gaming chair, ensuring not to make too much noise. Quietly, you walk over to his bed and gently sit on the edge next to him, trying not to cause too much of a stir as the bed dips under your weight. You rake your fingers through his hair, feeling the softness under your touch, and he begins to stir slightly, a faint sign of awareness.

“Baby?” he murmurs slowly, sleep evident in his voice. You gently hum in response and watch as he slowly turns toward you. Your heart breaks a little when you see his face—heavy bags under his eyes and a look of brokenness that makes you want to cry. But you hold it together, giving him a small smile that he tries to return. Without warning, he pulls you down so that you are lying beside him, placing his head on your sternum and wrapping his arms tightly around your torso. You feel his grip, desperate and seeking comfort, and you instinctively wrap your arms around him, hoping to provide the solace he needs.

As you hear sniffling, your shirt starts to feel damp. You rub little circles on his back and let him cry, offering silent comfort. His body trembles with each sob, and you can feel the weight of his sorrow pressing against you. “Why am I like this?” he asks, his voice cracking with pain and confusion. Your heart shatters at his words, the anguish in his question tearing at your soul. You hold him tighter, wishing you could somehow absorb his hurt and make it disappear.

"It's okay, baby," you whisper, your voice soothing and steady. "Everyone goes through tough times. It's not your fault." You continue to rub his back, the repetitive motion a small but comforting gesture. His grip on you tightens as if he's afraid you'll vanish if he lets go. "You're not alone," you murmur, kissing the top of his head. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

He cries harder, the dam of his emotions entirely breaking, and you can feel the full force of his despair. You just hold him, knowing that sometimes words aren't enough, and the best thing you can do is be there, offering your unwavering support and love. "We'll get through this together," you promise, your voice filled with conviction. "One step at a time."

As time passed, his sobs lessened, gradually becoming soft sniffles. You continued to hold him, your fingers gently caressing his back, until he finally calmed down. Once he was done crying, he lifted his head and looked at you with red, tear-stained eyes. “I love you to the moon and back,” he murmured, his voice tender and filled with emotion.

You leaned down and gently kissed him, pouring all your love and reassurance into that moment. "I love you more than anything," you whispered back, your words a heartfelt promise. He nestled back into your arms, and you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s warmth, both finding solace in the shared silence.

“What’s in the bags?” he asked, his curiosity piqued, causing you to giggle.

"I brought you some surprises," you say with a smile. You gently extricate yourself from his embrace and reach over to the bags you had placed by his gaming chair. "One of these is full of your favorite sweets, treats, and drinks," you explain, pulling out a bag of his favorite candies and a bottle of his preferred soda. "I know how much you love these."

He watches with a faint smile as you continue. "And in this bag," you say, lifting the second tote, "are some things to make you feel more comfortable." You pull out the stuffed animal he won for you at the carnival, now freshly sprayed with your signature scent. "I thought this might help you feel a little better," you say, handing it to him. 

You also pull out a cozy blanket and two books you love. "And I made a stop on the way here," you add, pulling out the video game he's been wanting. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. "You always know how to make things better."

You smile and give him another kiss. "That's what I'm here for," you say softly. He sits up entirely and stretches, the tension in his body starting to ease. Getting up, he pulls you into a warm hug, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

Eventually, Noah lets go and turns his attention to the bags. With a newfound energy, he starts pulling everything out, his eyes lighting up with each item. "This is amazing," he says, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he inspects the sweets, treats, and stuffed animals.

When he gets to the video game, his excitement is palpable. "I can't believe you got this!" he exclaims, looking at you with gratitude and joy. "This is exactly what I needed."

You smile, feeling a warmth in your heart at seeing him so happy. "I thought we could have a fun-filled night," you say. "We can play the game, eat some snacks, and relax together."

Noah nods eagerly, his earlier sadness starting to fade. "That sounds perfect," he says, and you can see the spark of his old self returning. 

As he sets up the game, you both make yourselves comfortable on his bed, surrounded by the remnants of the snacks you brought. After a little while of playing together, you decide to take a break and opt to watch him for a while. Grabbing the blanket you brought over, you drape it over yourselves for extra coziness. You also grab one of the books from the bag, intending to take turns between reading and watching him play. As he navigates through the game, you find yourself engrossed in the story, occasionally glancing up to see his reactions to different challenges or victories.

You offer verbal support whenever he encounters challenging situations, your words of encouragement ringing out in the room, echoing his determination to overcome obstacles. When he finally manages to defeat a particularly demanding boss, you can't help but join in his celebration, the room filled with shared laughter and triumphant cheers as you revel in his success together.

As the night wears on and the hour grows later, Noah decides to take a break from gaming and suggests transitioning to a movie instead. With a smile, he guides you to the bed, where you both settle in comfortably amidst the plush blankets and pillows, sinking into a cocoon of warmth and relaxation. Noah orders a pizza, ensuring it's topped with all your favorite ingredients, and arranges an array of snacks and drinks within arm's reach, creating a cozy haven for the two of you to enjoy. The room is enveloped in the comforting aroma of freshly baked pizza, and the soft glow of the screen casts a warm light as you snuggle up together.

Observing Noah's mood shifting more positively fills your heart with relief and happiness. The weight of his earlier struggles seems to dissipate, replaced by a lightness and ease that brings a genuine smile to both your faces. In this moment, surrounded by superficial pleasures and each other's company, you find solace in the shared moments of peace and contentment. As the movie plays softly in the background, you both sink deeper into the comfort of the bed, the warmth of each other's presence enveloping you like a gentle embrace. The worries and stresses of the outside world fade away, leaving only the tranquility of the present moment.

Eventually, the day's fatigue catches up with you both, and you find yourselves drifting off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. The soft rhythm of your breathing syncs harmoniously, creating a symphony of peace that washes over you both, carrying you into a restful slumber filled with nothing but serenity and love.

[rambosgirl]

Heyy so I have never done a request (so idk if this is how you do it ☠️☠️) but could you write a Rambo x Reader during first blood where he’s running from the cops and he sees a small cabin and the reader opens the door just wearing the cutest pajamas and has them doe eyes just looking like a little Sylvanian family bunny and takes care of him like stiches him up and feeds him… this was so long omg sorry. OFC IF YOU DONT WANT TO NO WORRIES!! Just thought I’d ask xx

ofc I actually really like writing requests, and I love this idea! hope you like it :D The dividers are by @saradika-graphics

ALSO, the suturing probably isn't the most accurate, I did research and used common sense but don't take it as absolute fact, I am not a doctor 0-0 (one true thing is you DO want to start in the middle of the wound when suturing, and she gives him interrupted sutures, which is one of the most durable)

Sanctuary in the Storm -

The situation John found himself in was escalating. He was injured from the quarry/helicopter/jumping off a cliff into a tree incident from earlier that day. The cops had to back off for now, but John knew they would come again to hunt him down.

He needed a place to hide.

He was used to hiding in the Vietnamese jungle from his training and war, so really anywhere would do where he could stitch himself up. He wandered the forest for some time, the air getting colder and harsher against his skin with every passing minute.

There seemed to be no solid places to cover him. This forest wasn't as thick as the jungles he was used to. Just as he was about to settle for a small group of trees, he looked to the side and saw smoke.

He debated whether it was safe to follow it or not, eventually deciding it was better than nothing. If he really needed to, he could defend himself just fine, he thought as he started in the direction of the smoke.

Upon getting closer to his destination, he discovered the smoke was not from a fire, but from a chimney of a small cabin. It was a nice, peaceful area, less dense and more flat forest area with a small creek babbling through the land. If his situation were different, John thought, it would be nice to live in a place like this.

For now though, he just hoped that whoever this land belonged to was nice enough to let him in.

You stood in your kitchen, dancing to your favorite music. You had the fire in the fireplace and had just put cookies in the oven. You were wearing your pajamas and ready to have a relaxing evening with your book, cozy blankets, and cookies.

Just as you sang the last lyric, you heard a knock sound in the room. You turned off your music and made your way to the front door, opening it hesitantly, revealing a large, disheveled-looking man looking at you with big brown eyes and a large knife at his side.

When the door opened in front of John, the last thing he expected to see was a woman in the doorway looking up at him with bewilderment in her doe eyes. She was in her pajamas, with what he guessed was flour on her sleeves.

In any other circumstance, he would've thought more about her appearance and how peculiar it was, but he was actively bleeding.

He had covered his upper arm with a cloth to clot the blood, but it re-opened as time passed. The scrap of fabric could only do so much.

"Can I come in?"

Her eyes drifted to his covered injury, then back to his eyes before moving to the side to let him in

"Yes, yes of course," you started "What happened to you?"

He stayed silent for a moment, debating what to say.

"I got chased," he murmured. You looked at him, surprised.

"I can help you with that, it looks like it needs some care," you told him. He looked back at you for a moment before deciding to let you help with a subtle nod. Trusting others didn't come easy to him, not that he even trusted you yet, but he didn't see how refusing your help when you gave him a safe place would benefit him in any way. Plus, the blood was starting to drip down his arm.

With that settled, you led him to your sink to clean the wound to the best of your ability. With how far it was on his arm, you had to awkwardly the cup warm, soapy water with your hands to bring it up to it, trying not to spill on the floor. The cut was deeper than you thought. When that was done, you grabbed a clean towel and put pressure on the cleaned wound.

"It looks like it needs stitches," you noted, looking up at him for a response.

"I got a kit, jus' didn't have the time," came his soft reply. You nodded, then led him to your dining table, still holding tight to his injured arm. You sat down as he took said kit out of his pocket. In it was a bunch of survivalist supplies, including a needle and medical thread.

You threaded the needle, then took the towel off, and more blood began to flow. After a quick internal reminder to be brave, you positioned the needle in the center of the wound.

Throughout the whole process, he stayed still like a statue, not even flinching when you started another loop. You repeated the steps in your head: into the skin, to the other side, back again, then knotting it, then repeat again and again until you finished the last one.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding when you finished knotting the last one.

"Thank you," John spoke in a low tone. He was more than capable of doing all this on his own, but it just felt nice having you do it. Having you care for him in a way very few people were willing to do.

"You're w-" the kitchen timer went off before you could finish your sentiment, startling you.

You walked over to your oven, checking the cookies. Noting they were done, you took them out and put two of them on two napkins. One for you, and one for your guest.

You turned back towards him, still sitting at the table.

"This is what you need to feel better," you remarked as you set them down. "We still need to bandage that," you added, gesturing to his arm.

He nodded, then hesitantly reached for the cookie while you started down the hall to get bandages from your first-aid kit.

You got back with the bandages and antiseptic ointment, immediately getting back to work on his arm, wrapping it not too loose, not too tight. He relaxed a bit but stayed on high alert. Picking up on this, you reassured him "You know, you don't have to be so tense," you said softly, "it's safe here." You tied off the last part of the bandage.

John watched you work, a mixture of gratitude and wariness in his eyes. "Not many places are," he replied quietly

You nodded. You got the feeling trust wasn't something he gave easily. "Well, if you need to rest or eat more, you're welcome to stay for a while."

He looked at you, a hint of something softer breaking through his hardened exterior. "Thanks," he said simply. He flexed his arm, testing the bandage. He thought about staying but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. If the police found him, he didn't want her to get caught up in that mess. The less she was involved, the less she had the chance to get hurt. "but I should leave."

"Are you sure? I heard there's a storm coming," you said. John confirmed his statement with a nod. You felt a bit dejected, but hopeful to see him again. "Okay."

He grabbed his survival kit from the table and made his way to the door. He turned to you, his eyes soft.

"Thank you," he whispered

"Take care of yourself," you replied softly.

You watched him disappear into the night, the door closing softly behind him. The cabin felt emptier without him, but you were glad to have helped, even for a brief moment. As you returned to your cozy setup by the fireplace, you couldn't help but hope that he found the peace he deserved, wherever his journey took him next.

[bamdelune]

In Hindsight (🎧) scaramouche x reader smau

synopsis. You are a singer-songwriter. Music has always been a part of you, it's a part of your identity that no one can ever take away. However, there's always a catch: you are diagnosed with a chronic illness that puts your life on a timer. Those who have heard your countless melodies have grown to notice that the notes on the sheet played a gloomier tune. Would the snarky and capable medical student you've met be able to bring life back into these melodies? Even as your life begins to seep out of your own body? A reboot/rebranded version of Autumn Leaves.

tags. gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, crack, heavy contexts of death and illnesses, friends to lovers, slowburn, profanities, drinking (characters are in college), suggestive themes but no nsfw.

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★ kuni's circle | reader's circle

TEASERS 📹

01. guess who's back

TRACKLIST 🎐 ( expected run-time: 20 chapters )

01. salt air

02. room 613

03. who i see in the corner of my room at night

04. the day i died once

04a. the day i died once pt. 2

05. tinsels around the tree

06. sugar cookies & diabetes

07. when the clock strikes

08. wash my back

09. ping pong

10. blue hour

11. graduation blues

12. i'm free!

13. new year, old me

14. tightrope

15. ring the alarm

16. tell me you don't care

17. forget them, i want him instead

18. all this late night talking

19. motherly cherish

20. kuni exclusive

21. halloween

22. and i'd go back to december all the time

23. never let go

24. don't go anywhere i can't follow

25. before you let go

26. plague my mind like how you always did

27. (epilogue) pieces of love

HIDDEN TRACKS 🎼 (bonus + side chapters)

01. you wanna see something funny

02. in bitterness comes fruit

03. never mind, never mine

04. well-planned funeral

05. the other way (spin off)

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[toxictigertonic]

Hiii soeey for bothering u but do u have any Mother gooseberry and franco hcs? Those 2 have been in my head all day

I have infinite headcanons that I can spit out about these two. Coyle is a little harder bc sometimes all I can think about is beating him up for the funnies, but these two? They make up my brain chemistry.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- Reagents picked up on the "the goose in on the loose" line and will now use that to tell their fellow reagents that she's out and about.

- Sweet tooth, but not to the same level as Franco. She likes cakes and pies and cookies and will choose those first over anything else, while he goes for candy and sugary drinks.

- I'm projecting here but she LOVES cinnamon. The only complaint she's ever gotten about one of her baked goods was there being too much cinnamon. She had to politely explain that that simply wasn't possible, and then Futterman had to explain that they needed to shut the fuck up, and then shut the fuck up.

- She likes to hum to herself a lot. I feel like she hums and sings whenever it's too quiet and Futterman gets mad she just won't let there be silence.

- Massive fan of comfy sweaters. She likes the light fabric of her blouse but a good comfy sweater is where it's at for her.

- Her favorite season is spring! She also likes winter (for the cozy sweaters and baked goods, obvi), but spring is when everything comes to life. Futterman would eat a bee though.

- She loves to sniff flowers but I think she'd have allergies :( But the funny thing is she's not the one who sneezes, it's Futterman.

- Likes the thought of having her nails painted but as soon as they chip she's gotta take all of the polish off. Partially nervous picking, partially bc she thinks it looks bad.

- If she's not feeling absolutely bloodthirsty and catches you she just picks you up by the back of the neck and holds you there. Naughty reagents go in air jail.

- Has a collection of pretty skirts but she feels like she never has anywhere nice to wear them. Someone let her show off her nice skirts.

- This woman is a lesbian and I will not be debating. Futterman says some... awful things about it. Damn homophobic goose.

FRANCO

- Even though he tells you to watch the suit, he knows that thing is a mess. Having something nice on just makes him feel a little less ugly and you BETTER not ruin it.

- Cuddles with Lupara sometimes, it brings him comfort even if it's genuinely uncomfortable.

- Winking at him if he catches you in a hiding spot will get you a 5 second head start to run for your life. God help you if he catches you though, you don't play with his feelings like that and get away with it.

- Would have, without a doubt, been the kid who tried to drink a spoonful of vanilla extract bc it smelled good.

- Would also eat a spoonful of sugar but he'd actually enjoy that. He's not kidding about that sweet tooth.

- I don't care WHAT the game shows, this man is itty bitty. 5 foot 3 at best. I'm leveling this playing field, give us our short king Red Barrels!

- His hearing is bad on the side with the visible injuries. It's why he shoots first when he hears a noise, he doesn't know what the hell he just heard and he'd rather be safe than sorry.

- Has a hard time keeping what he's drinking off of his shirt or from running down his chin. Not like he's trying to be elegant when he drinks that cocktail.

- If you offered him skim milk he'd kill you on the spot. This is a WHOLE MILK HOUSEHOLD.

- I don't think his "mommy" would need to be a woman tbh. I think fulfilling the mothering role would be enough for him most of the time. Besides, tiddy is tiddy.

It's so tempting to put in all my silly headcanons for Franco bc I love him but I will refrain from the Cringe

[apocalypseornaw]

A Memory or Me (Pt 2/3)

Sam Winchester x Reader

You overhear a conversation between Sam and Dean that hurts

You loved so many things about Sam. His heart, the way he cared so deeply. His brain, the fact that he could retain information about lore he'd read years before. His smile, the way it warmed you just seeing it. You loved the way he held you, his larger frame making you feel tiny. You loved the way he kissed you, the way that no matter how long the two of you had been together he always checked on your comfort level every time he slid into you, touched you, pushed you over that edge time and again.

You hadn't told him you loved him yet. For one you didn't want to push him. You were his first relationship after Jess, yeah he'd had a couple hookups but you were the first to stick around. 

Maybe you'd hoped he would say it first, but he never did. The longer you were together the more you wondered if he would ever say it. 

Bobby's house was the closest thing to home any of you had ever had, perks of your life. You were in the kitchen, making tea and checking on the cookies Bobby had talked you into making while you were in town.

Dean was outside changing the oil in the impala and in your car as well. Sam was with him so you had music playing and a couple lore books on the table. Things had been going good with you and Sam, even hunting practically full time with the boys was going well enough.

____________

You'd just sat down at the table when you heard Bobby call your name. You walked into the living room where he was sitting at his desk “You rang?” 

He shook his head but you could see the smile playing at his lips “Go take those knuckleheads some water if you will. It's eighty today and they grabbed a beer each before going out” You nodded then headed back to the kitchen. The timer for the cookies had just chirped so you pulled them out and sat them on top of the stove to cool before grabbing two bottles of water out of the fridge.

_____________

You knew your way around the junkyard well enough. Dean would hopefully have the cars under the shelter in the back that was also used as a painting booth for times like when the impala was totaled around John's death. 

You could hear music blasting and laughed when Dean's voice mingled with the radio on “You shook me all night long”

“Winchesters!” You hollered as you got closer and Sam was the first one to pop his head out, a smirk on his face “So I'm back down to just being one of the Winchester?” You shrugged “Well I mean I did wake up alone this morning. Could make a girl feel some type of way”

He raised an eyebrow when you walked beside him into the paint booth and held a bottle of water out to Dean “Like it or not Bobby didn't want you two dehydrating out here and when he says to drink water over alcohol you know it's bad” Dean took the water with a wink “Any other person I'd say but I mean at least the water delivery girl is cute” 

You rolled your eyes and felt Sam's arms slip around your waist “Easy Dean. She's taken” you laughed and passed a bottle of water into Sam's hand “You two are adorable really but I gotta finish helping Bobby with some chores inside while I'm here” Sam leaned down and gripped your chin with one of his hands to turn your head and give him access to your lips. 

The kiss was gentle and you smiled against his lips “Well talk about adorably nauseating” Dean teased so you pulled away from Sam to glare at him “Bite me Dean” “Ain't that Sammy's job?” He replied with a grin. You felt your face warm but shook your head “With that I'm going inside”

________________

A while later Bobby sent you out to retrieve the boys because he needed them to make a run into town. You were walking up to the open side door of the paint booth when you heard Dean say “So you and Y/N are coming up on a year and I don't know if I missed it but have you told her you love her man?”

You froze on the spot. You shouldn't be hearing this, it was a violation of not only Sam's privacy but the privacy between brothers as well. Yet you remained rooted on the spot “I haven't” Sam's voice came and you felt your stomach drop. Would you hear him say he loved you or admit he didn't?

“Why not?” Dean pushed and you could practically see his stance, arms crossed over his chest and green eyes boring into his younger brother. You heard Sam exhale and his stance hit your mind too, probably leaned against a wall staring at anything but Dean. “I don't know it's just, she's so different than Jess”

“And that's a bad thing?” Dean asked and you felt a sense of gratitude for him defending you even to Sam. “I'm not saying it's a bad thing but I had this idea of love, my future. With Jess it was getting married after college, a house and kids. Y/N is a hunter through and through, she's comfortable covered in blood and fighting anything that crawls its way out of hell. Jess was soft and gentle and easy going. Y/N is a hurricane, she'll knock you off your feet without even trying”

You felt tears burn your eyes, your mother's voice from years ago hitting your ears. Telling you that you held too much weight in your thighs and stomach, that you were too loud, too weird. That no one would ever love you. The woman had been dead for over a decade and still tormented you. “So you're saying you haven't told Y/N you love her because she's not a little housewife material?” Dean asked and from the edge in his voice you knew you were reading the situation right. Sam didn't love you because you weren't Jess. 

“I don't know” Sam admitted and you turned to walk away but remembered Bobby needed them.

_____________

You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes before schooling your face. You could lie to cops daily,you could make them believe you hadn't heard anything.

You made sure your footsteps were loud and started humming your favorite song under your breath before opening the door. Both men turned to look at you and sure enough, Dean stood next to baby with his arms crossed looking every inch the disappointed dad while Sam was leaning against the wall looking like the teenager who'd been expelled.

You raised your eyebrows “You two good?” Dean nodded slowly then turned his eyes to you “Yeah sweetheart we're good. You need something?” You nodded “Bobby needs a supply run” “We'll be there in a minute” you smiled slightly “Ok”

You tried not to let Sam's words get to you. After all God rest the dead, Jess was gone. You were alive. If he couldn't appreciate what was in front of him that wasn't your shortcoming was it?

Still you found yourself not being quite yourself. You wouldn't sing along with the radio, if you got bloody on a hunt you'd always go straight to the shower and not even let Dean check your injuries first. You tried to be less of a hurricane but knew that was just who you were. You'd always be too much.

@lacilou @fullbelieverheart @prettydeaneyes

[forever-rogue]

bestie I have another fic idea I'm too lazy to write 😂

how about reader just moved into the trailer park and they live alone except for a dog (preferably large bc my fur babies are big too 🥺) and Eddie sees them playing outside when he's getting into/out of his van but then the dog runs towards him and tackles him and licks his face and stuff and that's how he and reader meet and become friends 😍 also wayne says he doesn't want the dog inside his trailer but eventually he and the pup become best friends (like all other reluctant dads who say they don't want a dog 😂) and they keep each other company while Eddie and reader are at school. something soft and fluffy please madame ily endlessly 🥺🥰

AN | You always have the best ideas, my love! And this is just too cute 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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You were new in the neighborhood - if you could even call the trailer park as such. But you liked the place for now, and everyone you’d encountered so far was nothing but friendly and kind. It was much more than you had expected. 

There was, however, one neighbor you hadn’t met yet; the trailer across and one over. You knew it was occupied because you’d noticed two vehicles coming and going. Maybe one day you’d meet your mysterious new neighbors…maybe you’d even make them a nice, fresh plate of cookies.

Your thoughts, and staring out of the window, were interrupted with a big lick across your cheek. You blinked a few times before laughing fondly and looking down to find your best boy, Pancakes, standing there with his tail wagging. You scratched his ears, before leaning down to press a kiss to his snout. 

“What?” you asked when he nudged your hand with his nose, huffing playfully, “you wanna go outside and play?”

He perked up as soon as he heard the play, already on the way to the door. You grabbed his ball and frisbee, and followed him outside. 

Pancakes led the way into the fading late afternoon sun, softly barking to encourage you to hurry up. You shook your head fondly at him; he really was your best friend and had been through so many tough times but also so many good times. You wouldn't have changed it for the world. 

"Ready?" you really didn't even need to ask, the excitement evident through his body. You showed him the ball before tossing it to the other side of what would be considered your yard. He ran off eagerly, almost falling over his own feet, "careful, silly boy!"

He barked, almost as if he was talking back before bringing the ball back to you. You were in your own little world, you didn't notice that for the first time you were able to catch a glimpse of your neighbor.

Eddie Munson stepped out of his van and landed on his feet with a small oof. You'd immediately caught his attention and he couldn't help but stare at you. He'd wondered who had moved into the trailer near his, but he hadn't quite expected it to be you. You were breathtaking and magnetic, reeling him in like a moth to a flame. 

But it wasn't you that noticed him first - it was Pancakes. The big, fluffy dark haired dog zoned in on Eddie right away, dropping his ball before running over to the boy. You didn't realize what was going on until you turned around and saw the dog running happily.

"Pancakes!" you groaned as you chased after him, "Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes! Stop!"

But you never stood a chance; once your dog had made his mind up, there was no stopping him. He bounded up to the boy and jumped up onto him, trying to lick his face and get all the pets.

"Hi buddy," you winced at how sweet the boy sounded despite almost getting knocked over by your dog, "you just want all the pets, huh?"

"Pancakes!" you stood in front of him and gave him the most stern voice you could, "get down! You can't just maul our neighbors with love. You gotta make friends first!"

"Did you just say…Pancakes?" the boy’s curly head whipped in your direction as he studied you with a curious expression. The dog finally calmed down and jumped off him, instead circling and nuzzling his legs. 

“Y-yeah,” you admitted with a sheepish little smile, “his name is Pancakes. Lemon Blueberry Ricotta Pancakes when he’s being naughty. Such as now.”

You attempted to give him a stern glare, but didn’t have it in your heart. As soon as he looked back at you with those big, soft brown eyes, any annoyance instantly went away. Little did you know that the boy in front of you would have a similar effect on you in the future.

“That’s rad,” oh. He had a very nice smile, all toothy, dimple-displaying, and magical. He reached down to give Pancakes from scratches, cooing softly at the big dog, “he’s cool. You must be too if he's your dog. You just moved in, right?”

“Yeah,” your face warmed up under his gaze and you felt the desire to hide your face, “a few weeks ago. I was wondering when we’d finally meet actually. I’ve met everyone else here.”

“Yeah?” he asked as you nodded. He held out his hand, and you had to bite your cheek to keep from completely losing it. He had nice fucking hands, “funny, I was just wondering the same thing about you. I’m Eddie. Munson. Eddie Munson.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Eddie Munson,” you let his larger hand engulf yours as you gave him a firm shake and told him your name, “and you’ve met Pancakes, obviously. Sorry about him - he’s just such a lover and thinks everyone wants to be his friend.”

“Well, he’s very smart because I do want to be his friend,” he grinned, bending down to scratch his chest as Pancakes nuzzled into his touch, “yeah, you’re a good boy, huh?”

“He’s the best,” you agreed softly, “but I might be biased.”

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, “hey, it was nice to meet you, and I’d really love to stay, but I have a meeting I need to get to. I’m sorry.”

“Oh no, Eddie, there’s no need to apologize,” you insisted, sad to see him go even though you’d known him for a total of about five minutes, “really. And I apologize again for his very…boisterous introduction.”

“No need to apologize,” he echoed your words with the most sincere smile, “hey - see you around? Soon I hope…”

“Yeah,” you nodded, probably more eagerly than you should have, “I hope so too, Eddie. Hey - one sec! What’s your favorite type of cookie?”

“Chocolate chip,” he beamed brightly, making your knees weak, “chocolate chip.”

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That was the day you’d met Eddie Munson, and as you would later on realize, fell in love with him. 

He’d made good on his promise to see you again soon, sheepishly knocking on your door. The timing was immaculate, as you’d just finished up putting together a plate of freshly baked cookies for him. You’d let him, he’d munched on the cookies, and Pancakes reaped the rewards of getting to go on a walk with both of you. 

He’d always been friendly with other people, but he’d never been as friendly with anyone so much as Eddie. It was like he’d picked out his other person, and neither of you knew it at the time. 

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“Pancakes!” you groaned at yourself for dropping his leash, but either way you knew you were no match for his excitement. When he made up his mind on something, his mind was made up. And right now, he really wanted to go and see his favorite people - the Munsons, “Pancakes, you can’t just let yourself in!”

You ran after him to the Munsons’ trailer, but by the time you caught up, he was already pushing his way inside, nudging the screen door open with his head. You shook your head in exasperation as you rapped your knuckles on the door and let yourself in, although announcing yourself was unnecessary.

“Hi sweetheart,” you heard Eddie’s warm voice before you saw him, quickly wrapped up in his arms as you squealed in delight. He peppered your face in kisses as Pancakes excitedly sniffed around for anything that had changed since the last time he was there…which was yesterday, “oh, how I’ve missed you beautiful girl.”

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” you couldn’t help but smile at him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “but I missed you too, Eddie bear.”

Pancakes made a small sound, almost as if trying to make sure you didn’t forget he was there, and rubbed against his leg. Without skipping a beat, Eddie leaned down to kiss the top of the dog’s head, “hello to you too, good boy.”

“I’m almost ready to go, just running a few behind,” he grimaced slightly and gave you a meek little smile. You shook your head and touched his cheek, nudging him in the direction of his bedroom, “you’re the best babe. Most metal ever.”

“Hush,” yeah, you really loved this man. He quickly ducked down the hall, Pancakes trailing after him. It was then that Wayne came in and shook his head in amusement at the sight of you. 

“Am I watching that rotten scoundrel of a dog again tonight?” There was no malice behind his words, affection lacing them as he made himself comfortable in his recliner. 

“You don’t have to do that, Wayne,” you promised softly, going into the small kitchenette to pour him a cup of coffee. That man could drink coffee at any time of day, “I was going to leave him at mine. I don’t want to always stick you with him; he can deal with one night alone.”

“No, no,” he shook his head and you turned around to grab a mug, a knowing little smile on your face. Despite his grumblings and protests, you knew it was all a front. He’d initially been hesitant to allow the big dog inside the trailer, but after their initial meeting, you knew that the two were like peas in a pod. You saw the affectionate way Wayne was with Pancakes, and you’d caught them more than a few times, asleep on the couch together, which if you ever called him out on it he would vehemently deny, “the dog can stay here, it’ll be warm anyway.”

“If you insist,” you brought him his cup of brew, “I know better than to argue with a Munson man.”

“Thank you darling,” he gratefully took the warm cup, “don’t know what my nephew did to deserve you, but damn he did something right.”

“Very funny,” you teased, knowing full well that he was only joking.

“Yeah, Eddie’s a good boy,” he nodded gruffly, “he deserves happiness, and to feel cared for. You’ve done a good job of that; the boy’s smitten with you. Just…don’t break his heart, that’s all I’m asking of you.”

“I would never,” you promised softly, “I would never. He means way too much to me.”

“You’re good kids,” the corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly as Pancakes came over to him, lying down at his feet, “and he’s a good one too…I guess.”

You said nothing, but your smile said it all. Almost as if his ears were burning Eddie popped out of his bedroom and started to pad down the hallway. He didn’t stop until he was at your side, putting an arm around your shoulders as he greeted his uncle, “I see you’ve got your best friend hanging out tonight.”

“Don’t start with me boy,” he waved him off, “I tolerate him at best. You two better get going now, don’t want you coming back too late and waking me up.”

“Alright old man,” Eddie snorted in amusement, “we’ll see you later. Come on sweetheart, we should let these two have their fun.”

“Let’s go,” you agreed, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together, “behave while we’re gone!”

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“What?” you were sitting across from Eddie, on a big blanket outside of Lover’s Lake. He’d suggested coming out here after your dinner and movie date night, and you weren’t about to say no. It had been a wonderful evening, that had found you sitting cross-legged across from the pretty boy, looking at the stars and talking about anything and everything that crossed your minds. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“What do you mean what?” he teased softly, reaching over and playing with a lock of your hair. You playfully rolled your eyes before wrapping your fingers around his wrist and bringing his hand to your mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles. You swore you could hear him sighing wistfully.

“What’re you staring at me for?” you gently pushed his hand back towards him, “is there something on my face?”

“Yes,” he answered seriously, causing you to drag your fingertips along the contours of your face. He laughed, that beautiful, magical sound you loved so much before pulling your hand away from your face, “only beauty. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Stop,” you couldn’t help the bashful expression that crossed your face as you tried to hide your face. But he kept you from hiding your face by gently pulling your hands away, “Eddie.”

“I mean it,” he smiled softly, clutching your hand tightly in one of his, “you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

"So dramatic," you tried to play off his affections, but it was no use. You knew he meant it and that he'd never let you forget, "just for the record, I think you're very beautiful too."

"Flatterer," he sighed but there was a tinge of pink that rose up in his cheeks that you could see even in the faint moonlight, "good for you that it's working."

You couldn't stop yourself from leaning over and pressing a kiss to his soft, plush lips. His hand found the back of your neck and he held you close, thumb gently stroking along your jaw, "I love you."

Your lips parted as your mouth formed a small o in surprise. You knew he loved you, of course you did, but neither of you had said those three little words out loud before. He must have panicked from your lack of response because his pretty brown eyes grew wide and he pulled back with a nervous expression on his face, "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to-"

“Say it again,” your eyes were wide and innocent, searching his as a timid smile grew on his face, “please.”

“I love you,” he repeated softly, his smile growing with each passing second.

“I love you,” as soon as words left your mouth, Eddie’s expression shifted and his whole face lit up with happiness. His large hands found your face and he gently stroked your cheek, “don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” he traced his thumb along your bottom lip, tilting his head to the side and looking at you more like a puppy than anything else, “like you’re something precious that deserves to be loved?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously, but he cut you off with a soft kiss, pushing away any remaining doubts and worries you had. When he pulled back you nodded softly, “something like that.”

“Well you are,” he settled his hands on your hips and gently pulled you into his lap, “and I’ll make sure you always know that.”

“You already do,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to nudge your nose against, “every day. I can only hope to do the same for you.”

“Trust me,” he agreed, “you and Pancakes.”

“I knew it,” you couldn’t help the bits of laughter that bubbled up as he offered you a crooked, dopey little smile, “I knew you only liked me because of my dog.”

“I mean, I did meet him first-”

“He almost mowed you down,” you reminded him, “and covered you in dog slobber!”

“It was all out of affection,” he insisted, causing you to scoff slightly, “I didn’t mind. Besides, it allowed me to meet you.”

“You would have met me either way,” you gently poked his side, causing him to squirm as he giggled, “I was going to come over and introduce myself anyway. Cookies and all - you only got to choose because I had the opportunity to meet you first.”

“Because of Pancakes!”

“Because of…” you put a finger to his lips, but he simply pressed a kiss to it, “because of fate. We were meant to meet and we would have done it either way!”

“He just helped it along,” oh, he loved pushing your buttons, “that’s all.”

“I’m starting to wonder if you just love me for my dog.”

“Absolutely not,” he insisted firmly, “I love you most of all, more than anything. Everything else is just a bonus.”

“Good,” you hugged him as tightly as you could, “now you may kiss me all you want.”

“I like the sound of that!”

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By the time the two of you got home it was late; later than you had expected to get back, so it wasn’t a surprise that you found Wayne on the couch, fast asleep and snoring lightly. The TV was still on playing some random movie, but the best part of all was Pancakes, curled up on the couch next to Wayne, his head resting on his leg and Wayne’s arm draped over his side. 

You and Eddie exchanged a knowing little look but remained silent as he went to turn off the TV and you grabbed a blanket to gently cover them up. Despite his initial reluctance to having the big dog in his home, complaining about him being too big, too messy, too much of a nuisance, all of that had quickly melted away once he’d met the dog. 

From then on, the two of them had been thick as thieves, although Wayne would never admit that. Wayne Munson wasn’t a dog person, nope…definitely not. When anyone else was around. He often volunteered to watch Pancakes when you were at school at the local college and Eddie finished up his final senior year. He insisted that the dog wouldn’t like being alone so much, but you knew that the two of them had formed some sort of special bond. You loved the way you had easily fallen into life with the Munsons.

“Do you think we should wake them up?” you looked over at Eddie who shook his head in amusement.

“Nah,” he grinned, “I think the two of them look pretty damn comfortable. Let them sleep.”

“Yeah,” you took his hand and started to pull towards his bedroom, “maybe we should do the same thing.”

“You want to sleep?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively as you shrugged innocently, “tired, pretty girl?”

“I didn’t say that,” you grinned as pressed some big, smacking kisses to his cheeks, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he closed his bedroom behind him and watched happily as you made yourself comfortable on his bed, “so much.”

[tommysversion]

What about a reader x joel fic where reader is insecure of her body but joel doesn't care what her body looks like cause he loves her, and shows her how much he loves her with loads of fluff and maybe smut?

CWs: body image issues / insecurity / mild hints of internalised fatphobia / fatphobic language & insinuation

Notes: I went down the fluff route for this one, Anon, I hope that's okay.

It's not that you don't like how you look. In fact, you've spent a lot of time over the years actively fighting the impulse not to.

You've always been bigger. Curvy. Hell, as an adult, you have no problem labelling yourself as fat, because it's not a dirty word. Sure, there are people who would use it as a slur, but you've long since come to the conclusion that that's their problem, not yours.

You've fought tooth and nail to be comfortable in your own skin, in a world that valued your complete opposite.

It seems like nowadays, most people are on the slim side. That, or they're walls of solid muscle from hard labour. Being stocky is an asset; it means you can survive.

Unfortunately, the tendency towards bitchiness that runs in some people didn't get the memo that the world ended almost twenty two years ago.

You're not blind to the looks some of the people in town give you. The sly suggestion that putting you on kitchen duty was a terrible idea, surely you must be sneaking extra.

You know it's bullshit, know that the words are just hateful remarks from people who have never once lived in your skin - either through luck of genetics, or simply from being young enough to have been born into a world on the constant precipice of hunger.

Still. Sometimes the words sting. Remind you of middle school. Of self imposed small portions and your mother's worried expression as you refused cakes, refused sweet teas, refused anything bigger than a fist sized helping, until your aunt had pointed out all of the happy, beautiful women with your body type on the internet, on TV, in magazines and on Broadway.

It had been the start of a long journey of self acceptance, of riotous body positivity, of wearing t-shirts with slogans proclaiming fat positivity, of punching a boy who called you a slur in the balls and getting suspended for a week. That same aunt had taken you to see a musical while you were suspended, had bought you a journal to write in.

You like to think you're a strong person. You've lived through that, lived through the literal fucking apocalypse. But you're only human, and sometimes words sting.

Leave you standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, poking and jiggling at yourself with a critical eye that you know is distinctly un-feminist, so unlike you.

Your gaze is critical as you inspect stretch marks. On a good day, those are your stripes. You make jokes about being a zebra whenever Joel touches them, never remotely critical himself.

Joel. He was... something else. He'd come into town with his adopted daughter, remained cold and closed off to almost everyone except her and his brother for months, until he'd seen you make Ellie laugh. Until he'd heard her ask you how to make cookies, heard you promise to show her.

Then he'd started, slowly, to come out of his shell. To spend more time with you. Brought you flowers. Now you lived together, with Ellie just down the hallway, because there was no way in hell a sixteen year old was going to live by herself, even in Jackson.

You're confident in yourself enough to know that you're well matched, but when you get like this? Sometimes it's easy to think differently. To worry that maybe he might prefer someone younger, with a more traditionally, socially accepted standard of beauty.

You're just getting lost in that spiral when Joel comes in from the shower, already dressed for the day in jeans, flannel shirt, and jacket over the top.

"What're you doing, darlin'? You'll catch a cold."

He snags a spare shirt from the edge of the bed, comes to wrap it around you. He's broad as hell, so you can wear his shirts without feeling self conscious. Not that you ever would, anyway, stealing his clothes is your favourite pastime.

"Honestly?" You've always prided yourself on being truthful with him. "I'm feeling kind of crappy."

You let him wrap the shirt around you, put your arms into the sleeves and exhale at the scent of him still lingering in the fabric.

"You think you're getting sick?" His hand moves to your forehead, and in spite of yourself, you smile.

"No, it's not that, it's just..." You sigh. "You don't mind how I look, right?"

Joel stares at you as if you've just spoken a foreign language, grown a second head, and told him you're giving up baking, all in one go.

"Of course I don't mind. What's that even s'posed to mean, do I mind?"

"Because I'm fat, Joel. Because there aren't exactly many women who look like me in town, and people talk, and -"

"Don't call yourself fat." Joel means well, and god he loves you, but he's still got that mindset that older people have where fat is a dirty word, even though you've explained the concept of reclaiming a slur to him.

"I mean. You can. But don't... say it to put yourself down."

The fact that he's listened to your rambles about body positivity makes you feel better.

"People still talk..."

"Fuck 'em. Let them talk. See if I give a shit." He says gruffly, wraps his arms around you then squeezes gently. "Don't care that there aren't many girls who look like you. Makes you special."

Another hug, before his hands rub over your stretch marks, over the softness of your tummy, of your thighs.

"You're perfect as you are. Absolutely perfect. I don't want you to change. I love how you're confident in yourself, and I wouldn't change a damn thing. Ellie needs that sort of role model."

You offer him a watery smile. How is it that someone so stoic can be so sweet when he wants to?

"C'mon. Push those bad thoughts away, lets get you dressed before you freeze. Didn't you promise Ellie a baking day?"

You smile again, lean in to kiss him lightly on the cheek before you glance once more at your reflection; the shadow of your earlier mood gone when you look at yourself, wrapped in Joel's arms, safe and loved and perfect, just as you are.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 32

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Are you sure?" You asked Elizabeth. You, Elizabeth, Jessie, Katherine, Stacy, Y/S/N, and Wanda were all sitting together in the living room. You guys had a sort of tea party vibe going on with the cups and the small sandwiches and cookies.

"Yeah, I mean, I feel ready." Elizabeth said with a shrug. "Vis and Wanda are already married. Hogun's been waiting for a thousand years give or take, and Pietro is ready as well. Besides, I want to make sure I have enough children for this stupid thing, you know? Of course, we'll probably have more than three, I've always wanted a lot of kids."

You nodded, "How soon?"

"Next month." Katherine said with a shrug. "We figured something small. Just family and friends. Nothing like your guys, you know?" She winked at you.

"How'd ya'll get the Avengers?" Stacy grumbled. "Seriously!?"

You laughed. "Luck of the draw."

"How are things between you and Jackson?" Katherine asked.

"Fine." Stacy said and then a shy smile slid over her face, "We're expecting a baby in six months."

"Wait, seriously?" Jessie asked. "What! You waited four months to tell us?"

"Well, I didn't even realize I was pregnant till I went to the doctors." Stacy shrugged.

"That's fantastic." Y/S/N said, genially.

"But I don't understand." Stacy said, frowning and turning the conversation around, looking at Wanda, "Do they expect you to have a child as well? With, well, you know, a robot as your husband?"

"I don't know." Wanda said, shrugging. "Tony is going to talk to Ross and we'll see how things play out from there. Same goes for Natasha."

You nodded. "I don't know how they expect the widows to have any children. They should've put exceptions in the clause."

"I suppose they could move to other countries." Jessie said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, but it's not as simple as it sounds." Y/S/N said. "Kind've hard to uproot your life and move to another house or state. Probably a lot harder to move whole countries."

"That's fair." Stacy nodded.

"Whose Ross?" Katherine asked.

You rolled your eyes. "Someone I really hate. Haven't even met him, but I already don't like him. He's one of the federal agents. Military general I think?"

"Everett Ross or Thaddeus Ross?" Wanda asked.

"Um Thaddeus." You answered. "The one that had Bruce hunted down and then later was the one who came up with the accords."

Wanda's face hardened, "Great."

"Tsk someone should've set fire to those accords a long time ago." Stacy declared. "Stupidest thing I'd ever heard of."

"I agree." You admitted. "The Government should never be allowed to run a group of strong people who have powers."

Elizabeth looked rather thoughtful, "But the idea behind the papers was a slightly good one. There does need to be some sort of order I think. Not necessarily controlled order, but just something so that it doesn't seem. . . to out of control, you know what I mean? Balance."

"Anyways, weddings." Katherine declared.

You checked your watch, "I hate to leave so soon, but I have a date with Rhodey so I will be seeing you guys later."

"Have fun." Wanda smirked at you.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your purse to sling over your shoulder before you made your way to the front of the house.

"Hey." James said, kissing you on the lips. "Ready to go?"

"Yep." You said, slipping your hand into his before the two of you left the house.

***

"Okay, that one is pretty cute." Rhodey admitted as the two of you were shopping puppies. Steve absolutely loved dogs and puppies. He tolerated the kittens because of Bucky, and he did really adore the rabbits, but he absolutely loved Ginny.

The way that Bucky was with kittens was the way that Steve was with puppies. When he was around them, he lost all sight of what was really important. 'Who cares' was often the words that left his lips.

So you and Rhodey were now searching for the right dog for Steve's upcoming birthday.

"He'll want a dog that he can adore and play with now, but when it grows up can join him on runs." Rhodey said, so the two of you moved rather reluctantly from the white puffballs dogs.

"Maybe a husky then?" You questioned, "Or a golden or black lab. Maybe a German Shepherd?"

"Labs are pretty good dogs." Rhodey said. "What breed of a lab do you think he'd like best? Chocolate, black, or golden?"

"Gosh, I don't know, they're all so cute, look at them." You said and then an idea popped into your head, "I know! He's called America's golden boy! So let's get him a golden boy!"

"Excellent idea." Rhodey grinned at you.

The two of you took turns with the puppies, seeing which ones seemed the most energetic and receptive to people and you both finally decided on a good sized puppy that the shop keepers let you know was a boy.

Rhodey laughed as the two of you left the pet store, "You know what's funny?"

"What's that?" You questioned, letting the puppy leap around on its leash.

"I have just realized that each animal pair we have is one male and one female." Rhodey finished with a grin.

"Oh, that's true." You said, surprised you hadn't realized it till this point. "Mini Loki doesn't really seem to like Alpine though."

"Nope, Mini Loki is exactly like his owner. In front of everyone, he acts like he hates Alpine. But Clint was sneaking through the vents and caught the two kittens curled up together. Mini Loki was even licking Alpine's ears. He got a picture too."

He pulled out his phone, quickly showing you the two pictures that Clint had gotten.

"Oh my gosh." You squealed, taking the phone from Rhodey to look even closer at the pictures. "They're so cute together!"

"Oh yeah, Mini Loki is going to be one proud father." Rhodey grinned. "Gonna be strutting around till the kits are born."

"Alpine's pregnant?" You gasped, handing the phone back to Rhodey.

"Bucky says she is." Rhodey laughed, taking your other hand that wasn't occupied by the leash and the two of you headed back towards the car. "But I swear he's said this multiple times before. Whenever Alpine acts differently, he immediately thinks she's pregnant."

"Fury will freak if Alpine gives birth." You laughed.

"We'll have to catch a video when it happens." Rhodey agreed, opening the passenger door for you.

You thanked him, scooping the puppy up in your arms before climbing into the front seat of the truck.

"Wonder what Stevie will name him." You said, petting the lab who was slowly going to sleep in your arms as Rhodey drove down the road.

"Probably something generic like Pumpkin or Sunny or Buddy." Rhodey stated, driving down the highway now that would lead the two of you back to the house.

"Probably." You agreed. Steve did like simple. Unless it was in bed of course. He was surprisingly rather kinky, only fueled by Bucky and Sam. Loki was rather kinky too, now that you were really thinking about it. Stephen and Tony certainly got up to bondage in bed, especially when Stephen- and Loki- could simply conjure chains from nothing.

So it was always nice to be with Rhodey or T'Challa or Fury, where they were rather simple, but also extremely passionate. Thor was a mixture. Some days he was very vanilla, simple love making and sweetness, and other days. . . well sometimes he let his hammer come to play- literally. Electric shocks- in very light doses- were even better than a vibrator. And he may or may not find it rather euphoric to fuck you with the handle of the hammer. But that was never something you let any of the others know about.

Rhodey parked around back where the cars went, turning the truck off. "Where are we going to hide him until his birthday next week?"

"Oh, Katherine will probably be leaving soon. She's going to take him back to her flat." You responded.

You caught Rhodey's eye and then leaned over the other seat to press your lips to his. His hand trailed to the back of your head. The kiss got more heated as you leaned forward, reaching behind you to snap the seat buckle out.

Rhodey pulled you onto his lap and you could feel him grow steadily harder under you. "James." You mumbled, kissing down his neck.

"Fuck sugar." He drawled, a slight accent pooling as he spoke.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window and you pulled apart. Katherine was standing there, arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her face, her eyebrows raised.

You and Rhodey growled in sync before you slid off his lap, throwing the passenger door open.

"Having fun?" Katherine asked as you stepped out of the truck, pulling the puppy out and slamming the door closed behind you. You could hear another door slam as Rhodey got out of the truck too.

"Where's Steve?" You asked, shielding the puppy from any views the house might have.

"Workout room." Katherine rolled her eyes. "He's on his sixth punching bag."

You sighed. "Here's the puppy. He's a boy. Doesn't have a name yet, Stevie's gonna name him."

"Bet he'll have a really fitting name for the dog." Katherine smiled as she took the eager puppy into her arms. "Hey there buddy."

"See you next week Kat." You said, giving her a side hug before she walked over to where her car was.

Rhodey took your hand as the two of you walked back into the mansion that you called home.

"So, shall we start back up where we left off?"

You pulled him down for a kiss in answer.

***

On the Fourth of July, you all bustled around to plan Steve's birthday party. Bucky and Sam had taken him out with Ginny, while all of his close and intimate friends- along with soulmates- came by to help set up.

Elizabeth was busy in the kitchen. She was even better than you at making food- or so it seemed, you were actually rather equal- and she had taken it upon herself to help with the cake.

She stared at the cooled off cake, a dish of homemade frosting next to her.

"Something wrong?" You asked.

She sighed. "I am not. . . the best at frosting cakes, I admit. Why did I decide to make the cake? I should've let a professional do it."

You chuckled, taking the spatula from her hand. "Here, I'll show you."

You took some of the frosting from the bowl, showing her how to spread it on the cake, smoothing it out, covering the edges, so that a nice layer of thick white frosting covered the entire cake evenly.

"Damn." Elizabeth muttered before picking up the red and blue frosting which she used to write: Happy Birthday Steve in cursive. She also used it to make a few decorative stars while you grabbed the candles to put on the cake. They were just numbers 1-0-8, which always made you laugh since he was really in his 40's, having gone into ice at 27, not coming out for 80 something years.

Elizabeth put the cake in the refrigerator when the two of you were done so it would stay refreshed until Steve got back with Buck and Sam.

The party was outside and there were plenty of streamers hanging up in the trees, balloons tied to the backs of chairs, everything in the colours of red, white, and blue. Both as a commemorative to the fourth of July, and also to Steve's soulmate colours.

"You know, I'm kind've excited for my birthday." Elizabeth said, grinning as she helped bring out a plate of hotdog buns for Thor who was grilling.

"Why's that?" You asked curiously.

She set the buns down by the grill before the two of you walked back to get the potato chips. "It'll be Harry Potter themed!"

You laughed, "Of course that's what you're excited about."

After everything was set up, you went and texted Bucky, who let you know that they were almost home.

"Everything ready?" Clint asked, dressed in a purple and yellow Mr Beast shirt with blue jeans cutting off at his knees.

"Yep." You answered, kissing Clint's cheek. "I think so anyways. I feel like we're going to forget something."

Clint smirked a little, drawing his arms around you. "Nonsense. You've been planning this for a while now. You've got the perfect present for him. The only thing I'm worried about is Thor's surprise."

You felt your heart speed up. Indeed, Thor had let all of you know that he was making a surprise announcement for Steve's birthday. Despite your love for Thor, his sweetness, his inability to hurt his friends- on purpose- and his just normally cuddly attitude, you were still a bit scared he was going to say something nonsensical or something that might ruin the atmosphere.

You heard a truck pull up outside. "That's Steve."

Clint kissed you on the lips before disappearing into the house. You quickly grabbed a blindfold, wrapping it around your hand, before you opened the door upon hearing their footsteps come up the walk.

"You're back!" You squealed excitedly, launching yourself into Steve's arms.

"Hey cookie." He said, catching you to kiss and hug you. "What's with all the excitement."

"It's your birthday!" You squealed, before quickly wrapping the fabric around his eyes and taking his hand. "C'mon, I have a surprise for you."

"And no, it's not in the bedroom." Sam quipped behind you guys.

"Yet." Bucky muttered with a chuckle.

You led Steve out into the backyard where everyone was waiting, trying to keep silent. Ginny was let off her leash by Bucky before you untied the blindfold and Steve smiled as he took in the sight.

"SURPRISE!" The others shouted.

"Thanks cookie." He mumbled, kissing the top of your head. He also turned around to thank his boys.

You went around the side of the house where Rhodey was waiting with the golden boy. You picked him up in your arms and you came over to Steve, Rhodey trailing you. "James and I got him for you as a birthday present." You said, blushing.

Steve's grin lit up the whole damn party, taking the puppy into his arms, "Hi Buster."

"Damn." Clint muttered behind me, pulling out a ten and handing it over to Nat.

"That's an adorable name." You said.

"It kind've just slipped of the tongue." Steve grinned, before petting the dogs head. Bucky winked at you behind his back.

You grinned and then after Steve put Buster down, everyone started to settle around the table or on the grass on picnic blankets, eating, handing Steve presents, and just plain having fun.

After a while, Elizabeth finally went to retrieve the cake, very careful to place it in front of Steve before Bucky lit the candles.

He blushed the entire way through the 'Happy Birthday song', especially as Sam, Buck, and Clint made sure to yell inappropriate things in between the pauses, before blowing out the candles.

When Steve opened up the cake, he found that it was stacked in layers of red, white, and blue dyed cake.

"Looks amazing Elizabeth." Steve thanked her, before cake was handed out to those who want it.

"Y/N frosted it." Elizabeth said with a shrug. "That's the only reason it looks good."

Steve grinned, pulling you onto his lap. "Thank you cookie."

You blushed before pecking him on the lips.

You got your own slice of cake, taking shelter under one of the large trees. Loki sat down next to you. "Tired?"

"Hot." You mumbled, watching Clint hit T'Challa with one of the water balloons, making T'Challa jump five feet in the air, before running after Clint with a water gun.

Loki slung his arm over your shoulder, a coolness seeping through you.

"What do you think Thor wants to announce?" You asked curiously, wondering if Thor would have told his brother or not.

"No idea." Loki said, sighing. "Hopefully nothing dreadful. But it probably won't be, he's not drunk."

"He can't get drunk of mortal drink, remember?" You asked with a laugh. There was a bit of beer, though it was mostly sodas that were being drunk at the moment.

"Of course I remember." Loki chuckled. "It's one of the worst things about losing Asgard. Besides, you know, losing our home and all of that."

"I'm so-"

Loki cut off your apology with a kiss. "I don't understand why mortals apologize for things that are their fault."

"Shows empathy." You smirked.

"Are you sad about the wedding?" Loki asked.

"I have gotten used to Elizabeth, Pietro, Vision, Wanda, and Hogun living here." You admitted. "It's kind've nice, actually, to have some other girls here. But all the same, I'm glad that they're getting to move on with their lives. Do you know where they plan on moving after this?"

"Elizabeth wants to move to Florida. Hogun and Pietro don't mind and neither does Wanda, but Vision doesn't like the idea of being so far away from New York and neither does Jessie and Katherine. I'm not sure what they plan to do on that. They'll probably come up with some sort of compromise and just find a farm in New York."

"Right, Elizabeth, Hogun, Wanda, and Pietro all want to live on a farm." You said. "I'm sure everything will be great for them."

"There's also Sif." Loki said thoughtfully. "Hogun and her haven't seen each other for a while, not since he had the bond with Elizabeth, but at the same time, he and Sif have had a long, long time to get to know each other. Plus, Sif still has Fandral and Volstagg."

"What do Heimdall and Kat plan on doing, do you know?" You asked. You had always been curious about the Warrior three and Sif. But Heimdall was just so mysterious and strong looking. Now, without having anything or anywhere to guard, he was happily spending time with Kat.

"Not sure. They might stay in Ohio. Or go to Cali."

You and Loki sat in silence for some time, watching the others mess around. A full on water fight had happened, though no one invited you and Loki into it, knowing that the two of you probably needed some time together. Plus, none of your boys would have dared sprayed you with water. You would've been mad at them.

"Elizabeth has a rather unfair advantage." Loki pointed out as Elizabeth deflected all water missiles, sending them towards her opponents.

"I wonder what it would be like to have her powers." You said thoughtfully. "I wonder how they work."

"I have an announcement!" Thor suddenly shouted and you and Loki quickly got to your feet to join the others at the table.

"Oh for the love of Odin." Loki murmured, low enough for you to hear. "I hope this is good."

You wrapped your arms around one of Loki's and he smiled at you before turning his attention back to Thor.

"And what is this news?" Clint asked on the other side of you. Nat was edging forward, rubbing her fingers together for just Clint to see. They must've made a bet on this as well. That made you roll your eyes.

"It is great news!" Thor said, turning to look at you with blue eyes, "Y/N is pregnant!"

[power-up-girl]

another one shot on the great smiling critters space riders au created by none other than the one and only @onyxonline

inspired by this post

...Crafty and her fear of spiders...

Everyone was peacefully enjoying their evening on board of the critters spaceship,

kicken and hoppy were sparing, bubba was analysing some data they got recently, bobby and piggy were off baking cookies, dogday was peacefully laying on the sofa while catnap was taking a nap while defying gravity by floating aimlessly,

But wait, where's crafty?,

Oh she was in her room the last time she was seen, she said that she wanted to draw something ,

Everything was going perfectly until...

a scream echoed through the spaceship, snapping every rider from their peaceful haze ,

Dogday who was laying peacefully , sprang on his feet like lightning, and catnap who was floating a couple of feets of the floor fell but landed on his feet,

Huh, guess cats do land on their feet after all ,

Bubba, alongside hoppy and kicken came dashing over, after a few seconds piggy and bobby came they had to make sure the oven was turned off, then dogday frankly asked,

" what's going on !?!, is everyone alright !?! "

He asked his crew,

" yes we're fine , are we under an attack!? "

Asked kicken,

" I don't think so , the sensors would have picked if any object was around "

Said bubba,

" we all heard a scream right ?? "

Asked piggy,

" yeah ,but who was it ?? "

Questioned hoppy,

// guys , guys, where is crafty?? //

Signed catnap, everyone immediately realised that crafty wasn't with them.., then there was another scream, and a call for help,

" HELP !!, GUYS !!, HELP ME!!! "

Yup that was crafty, they didn't think twice before making a run for crafty's room,

When they arrived they heard

" STAY AWAY !!, DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!!, HELP!! "

They knew crafty was a very capable strong lady and she being in trouble was never a good sign...

' she's in danger! , we need to act quick ! ' dogday whisper yelled,

' on the count of three !, one... two... three! ' dogday again whisper yelled,

bubba quickly opened the door, dogday and catnap rushed inside energy beams on the ready in their hands, followed by kicken and hoppy,

the others stayed at door to block anyone from escaping,

Crafty was standing on her table and she was shaking, but there was no one other than the riders... Kicken then spoke lowering his defense,

" there's no one here , where's the intruder? "

He asked , looking a crafty's shaking form ,

" it's over there !! "

Crafty said as she pointed to the other side of her room,

" we don't see anyone here crafty ! "

Said hoppy her defense still up,

" careful, the intruder might be using some cama flashing device "

Dogday warned his team as they all were on high alert,

// I can't sense anyone here //

Signed catnap, feeling uneasy,

" me neither "

Said hoppy,

" crafty are you sure there's is something or someone here ? "

Asked bubba,

" yes! , it was right there ! "

Said crafty , covering her head withe her hands ,

Then catnap went to the other side of the room and checked, but there was nothing,

" what did it look like crafty ?? "

Asked piggy,

" it was hideous! "

Said crafty loudly ,

" but there's nothing in this room! "

Yelled kicken,

" THERE'S A SPIDER IN THIS ROOM !! "

Crafty finally snapped,

And it was like everything stopped,

" wait so you're telling me, that you were screaming like you're gonna get killed, because of a spider?? "

Hoppy asked trying to remain calm,

" I was in danger!, there's a spider in my room!! "

// you mean this spider //

Catnap signed before picking up a small spider that was on the floor,

" Yes!!, look how big and hideous it is!! "

Crafty screamed,

At that moment no one could hold their laughter, well bubba facepalmed , bobby and dogday were trying to stifel their laugh because they are just so nice and kind, but they did laugh,

At least not like hoppy who fell on her knees laughing..

" WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?!, I WAS DIEING HERE!! "

Yelled crafty,

" it's - it's * wheeze * , we thought you were in real danger! "

Then kicken proceeded to continue his wheezing,

" who thought that the great crafty , whom everyone fears , is afraid of a little itsy spider !? "

hoppy was dieing cuz of laughter after she said that, crafty huffed angerly

Catnap took the spider to the garden they had and came back , still chuckling softly,

" come on cut it out guys, that's not very nice "

Said dogday, they did calm down after,

" sorry crafty, we found the situation funny "

Smiled piggy,

// yeah it's fine to be afraid sometimes//

Catnap signed, while floating slightly,

" we are sorry , here let me help you down "

Said hoppy as she extended her hand for crafty as climbed down from the desk,

" it's alright, I think I did overreact by screaming like that .."

Sighed crafty,

" nah it's fine!, we al get crazy sometimes .."

Said bobby,

" come on everyone!, let's enjoy some cookies "

Said piggy,

" yes!, cookies! "

Kicken cheered,

" let's go ! "

Exclaimed dogday, the rest nodded and smiled in agreement,

They spent their evening watching some movies and just chilling in general

| The end |

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