#momma i think i wrote fluff!!!

[abbyromanoff]

Thicc MILF!R being shamelessly hit on & loved on by a pair of twins, Kate & Hailee (and one of the twins is packing a massive cock)

ME OR HER?

PAIRINGS: Hailee Steinfeld x reader, Kate Bishop x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,501

WARNINGS: small angst, fluff, jealousy, double ending, this is actually horrible plz ignore this, uhm it seems dark but it’s then not…., R has a son, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Ignore this guys I hate how I wrote this sm…

The twins stared down at each other, both chugging down their shots before sharing a glance with you.

“They’re mine, Hailee.” You sighed, feeling her hand come to the bottom of your back.

“Oh, really? Whose bed were they in last week, then?”

“Hailee! Please, can we not bring my sex life up.” You looked around to make sure no one else heard the comment she made, only to remember you were allowed into the VIP section with the two women and only them. Kate turned to face you, hoping her seductive eyes would cause you to fall into her trap.

“Baby, we’ve been together so long-“

“We were together, Katie. Look, both of you, I’m single now and I want to keep it that way, and I don’t want to mess up your relationship anymore than I already have.” You tried to move from the booth, but you were soon pulled in by Hailee and felt yourself being placed onto her lap.

“Hailee, it was a last time thing, never to happen again.” She groaned and wrapped her arms around your waist, placing a peck on your shoulder with a grin.

“Please, love, I’ll give you the entire fucking world if you just let me.” Your eyes fell on Kate who was biting her lip to hold back, her fingers tightening around her glass.

“You know you want me, Y/N, that’s why you can’t resist me. We’ve gotten together so many times because in the end you know you can’t get rid of me.” She spoke up, tapping the table with her other hand.

“We’ve also broken up just as many times, and I don’t want to be with either of you again.” She scooted impossibly closer, placing her hand on your thigh that Hailee tried to push off.

“And James? He loves me, baby, he even called me mama. Don’t you want someone who your dear little boy loves?”

“Don’t bring him into this.” She smirked at your annoyance, and Hailee’s hold on your waist tightened. It made you remember where you were and caused you to tense. Kate suddenly stood and soon found herself standing right in front of you as she looked down, desperate to reach out and touch you.

“There’s nowhere to go, Y/N. We own this piece of shit, you think they won’t listen to us? You’re locked in, and you’re not leaving until you tell us who you want.” You gulped fearfully, eyeing the door that you noticed was turned in a different direction and realized she wasn’t lying. Your breath became uneven as you thought about your options, it was very few.

“And if I couldn’t choose? What then?”

“You will choose, there’s no other choice.” Hailee responded, and you were forced to remember her intoxicating touch and raspy voice. You worried that if she moved then you’d feel more than you wanted, and you’d have an even more difficult time deciding between who to let go.

“Please, if you let me go, I’ll tell you! James is home and my friend is with him, he misses his momma.” You began growing scared of the two women and what they could do, even if you had known them for years it felt like all of that had vanished.

“Don’t you worry about him, love, he’s perfectly fine.” The younger twin, Kate, reassured you.

“We wouldn’t dare hurt him or you, baby, you just need to come to terms with yourself already.” Hailee followed her sister, the two holding a heavy eye contact that you couldn’t read.

ENDING 1: KATE

“I- I can’t decide, I shouldn’t have to; this is foolish!” Kate stared you down with determination, her lips aching to collide with yours as you glanced between her eyes and mouth on occasion.

“We both know it’s always been me, Y/N. Ever since high school it’s been me, Hailee was only some dumbass you used when you missed me and you know it.” The twin was growing a deeper level of anger the more Kate spoke, and she quickly came to defend her side.

“Remember all those talks we shared? Remember how you’d come to me and cry on my shoulders because you felt so guilty that you still loved me whenever you were with her? I know you need me, you’ve always loved me.” You sighed and tried to loosen yourself once again. You made eye contact with Kate, giving a sad smile as you leaned your head down.

“Hailee, Kate’s right. I’m sorry but, it’s always been her, even when I loved you I always loved her more. I’m sorry.” You bit your lip as you played with your fingertips, and you felt guilt beginning to invade your body. This wasn’t fair. Why were they doing this to you?

“Yes! I knew it! I fucking told you, didn’t I?” She glanced at her sister with a smirk that carried a smile behind it, shrugging her shoulders as she placed her hand on top of yours to guide you up for her lap.

“You’re a bitch, you know that?”

“Mm, call me a bitch all you want but I’m the one who won in the end?” You shared a shocked glance between the two, your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, this was all just a stupid bet between you two? You got me scared for nothing?” They both laughed lightheartedly as if you hadn’t been in true, genuine fear only moments ago.

“It was just a little joke, baby. Well, plus a twenty-dollar bet between us.” Hailee handed her the bill from her pocket with an eye roll.

“So, that was all for nothing? I thought you two were going to, like, I don’t know, kill me, or something!” Hailee stood suddenly, and it was still difficult to make eye contact with her knowing deep down she was hoping you chose her.

“Oh, please, this one here cries when she steps on an ant, you really think she’d try to hurt you?”

“You’re the one still scared of spiders!”

“So are you!” You let out a breath of relief as the two began a banter, your mind now at ease as you knew you were safe in the arms of Kate.

ENDING 2: HAILEE

“I- I can’t decide, I shouldn’t have to; this is foolish!” Kate stared you down with determination, her lips aching to collide with yours as you glanced between her eyes and mouth on occasion.

“We both know it’s always been me, Y/N. Ever since high school it’s been me, Hailee was only some dumbass you used when you missed me and you know it.” The twin was growing a deeper level of anger the more Kate spoke, and she quickly came to defend her side.

“Remember all those talks we shared? Remember how you’d come to me and cry on my shoulders because you felt so guilty that you still loved me whenever you were with her? I know you need me, you’ve always loved me.” You sighed and tried to loosen yourself once again. You made eye contact with Kate, giving a sad smile as you leaned your head down.

“Kate, Hailee’s right. I’m sorry but, it’s always been her, even when I loved you I think I always loved her more. I’m sorry.” You bit your lip as you played with your fingertips, and you felt guilt beginning to invade your body. This wasn’t fair. Why were they doing this to you?

“Fuck! You had to go with that one? I lost because of you.” The older sister glanced at her with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned her head onto your shoulder.

“Hand it over, Kit Kat?”

“Stop calling me that already, you child.” You shared a shocked glance between the two, your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, this was all just a stupid bet between you two? You got me scared for nothing?” They both laughed lightheartedly as if you hadn’t been in true, genuine fear only moments ago.

“It was just a little joke, baby. Well, plus an extra way to pay for my shopping trip tomorrow.” Kate handed her the bill from her pocket with an eye roll as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, that was all for nothing? I thought you two were going to, like, I don’t know, kill me, or something!” Kate sat back down with a grunt suddenly, chugging down her martini that you forgot she had ordered nearly an hour ago. It still hurt to look at her, but you knew you had made the right decision.

“Oh, please, this one here cries when she steps on an ant, you really think she’d try to hurt you?”

“You’re the one still scared of spiders!”

“So are you!” You let out a breath of relief as the two began a banter, your mind now at ease as you knew you were safe in the arms of Hailee.

[vase-of-lilies]

… for the tiny tiger au. How about Wanda and Nat freaking out thinking that R got out. Which we did, we’re alone outside. But instead of running like they think we did, we found a baby fox and start poking it and what not to see if it’s alive (cause it’s sleeping) and thinking it’s cute we bring it back to mommy and mama who are in hysterics trying to find out where we went, only to turn when tapped to find us covered in mud/dirt presenting the new friend we have to them, wide eyed kan we eep em? Mommy mama pweeesss?

Nat and Wanda don’t know what to do side eyeing one another because they don’t want their baby to cry, but also. It’s a fox.

Muddy Buddies

Paring: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader x Momma!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: this is a dark AU, wandering off into the woods, finding a friend, fluff, heavy MD/LG, needles, rabies shots

A/N: This immediately reminds me of this video I saw where this kid found a raccoon and is crying because she can’t take him home 😭 Another small drabble for Into The Tiny Verse:) Also, I'm so sorry. I am so tired so if it sounds like a 10-year-old wrote this (my vocab sucks when I'm tired) then just- Idk bear with me here 😭

Your little self was none the wiser when an opportunity to go outside came up. You didn't have any intention of escaping from your new caregivers, all you wanted to do was go on an adventure with your lion! And when this opportunity came up, you took it.

Natasha had just returned from her trip to town, grocery bags in her arms. Usually, she was much better at keeping an eye on you when Wanda was busy, and when she didn't see you come running to the door to say hi to her, she figured you were asleep or with your mommy.

At this point, you were now a couple feet into the forest surrounding the cabin. Not wanting to scare your mommies, you never lost sight of the house. That is until a little hint of orange just a little further inside the trees caught your eye.

Your curiosity moved your feet closer to the unknown blob of color, and once you saw it you let out a soft gasp. Your hand covered your mouth and you moved just a little closer.

It was a baby fox!

Looking around, you grab a stick with some leaves still on it and you kneel down next to the still fox. Is it dead? Your head pushes. Why isn't the mother here? Another question you ask yourself. With the stick in your hand, you gently poke the soft bum of the fox. The animal twitches, and you jump in surprise. Dropping the stick, you crawl to it, not caring about the mud on your pants or hands.

The small fox squeaks, and opens her little eyes, looking up at you. However, it did not run away. Instead, she yawned and got up from her position on the muddy forest floor. She stretches and even approaches you. Carefully, you hold your hand out and you smile as the fox's wet nose sniffs your fingers.

"Aren't chu jus' the chutest ting?" You whisper, scratching the fox's chin. "Yous name is Butto! (Butter)"

Butter lets out a small whine and a raspy bark, and you pick her up. She looks around as you stand up with her, and she slightly starts to struggle. You hold her comfortably tight, and you walk quickly back to the cabin.

Upon entering the cabin once again, you hear your mommies' worried voices. They shouldn't be worried... I'm right here! They don't hear you come in through the front door, too focused on reviewing the camera footage from outside of the warm abode. The two women don't even hear you enter their office!

Holding Butter and Leo (your lion) in one arm, you gently tap Wanda's shoulder to get her attention with the other hand. Her head snaps to the side, her eyes widening when she sees you. "Tiny! Oh my- Oh, and tiny's friend..." She says with a hesitant laugh, pulling her hands away from your muddy self and your muddy friend.

You tilt your head at her reaction to you but shake it off to ask the more important question at hand. You look up at the woman with doe eyes, "kan we eep em? Mommy mama pweeesss?" Wanda and Nat look at each other, surprised to say the least, but not wanting to hear you cry if they take your friend away.

"Who- uh- who is this, little one?" Natasha says, looking down at the fox in your arms.

"Her name Butto'" You say nonchalantly, as if it was just a new stuffed animal.

"Butter?" Wanda confirms and looks at her wife, eyes wide and asking for some type of support. Natasha can’t help but chuckle, and she kneels down in front of you.

“Tiny, I know this little one looks like a friend, but these little guys are tedious. They aren’t very friendly,” Nat frowns, starting to take the fox from your arms.

“Nnnnooooo! No she fren, mama, she nice,” you protest, pulling yourself away from the woman. “She tan stay wif me in m’room, and she can snuggle wif us!”

Wanda and Natasha devise a plan to get the little fox away from you and back to its mother, and they do that by putting you outside with Butter. In the backyard of course.

Butter in fact wasn’t nice. She scratched you, bit you, and made you cry, but your intentions on keeping her never wavered. Your little brain was just seeing another friend, and that’s all you thought this little fox was.

Wanda offered you a deal. “How about we make a trade?” She asks with a smile. “How about I take Butter, and you take Pancakes?” Your mommy pulls a plush fox from behind her back, and you tilt your head. “Just like you need mommy to take care of you, so does little Butter, and we need to get her back to her mommy.” Wanda says, and you start to understand.

“Butter has mommy too?” You ask, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of being taken away from your caretakers. Wanda nods softly and takes Butter from your hands.

“Yeah, so let’s get her back to her home and we can play with Pancakes all night. How does that sound?” Wanda asks you, finally pulling the baby fox from your scratched up hands.

Natasha had contacted Bruce Banner. He may be a human doctor, but he knows where this little fox can go to get real care. He even said that you and your mommies could visit her too! While Wanda held you in her arms, Natasha was distracting you while Bruce gave you a few rabies shots, and a few other vaccines to help you stay healthy after touching a wild animal.

You were not a fan of needles, and the two women knew that.

As you waved goodbye to Bruce and Butter, you sighed softly. “Butto’ sc’atched me,” you sniffle, looking down at your hands that now stung.

“Oh honey, it’s ok, let’s go get you cleaned up for dinner, ok?” Wanda says, picking you up bridal-style and taking you to the bathroom to wash up.

Once your bath was finished, Wanda bandaged your hands and arms and got you all warmed up in your pjs. After dinner, your mommies kept their promise and you played with your new (fluff-filled) friend until you fell asleep!

“We need to watch her carefully…” Natasha chuckles, stroking her knuckle over your sleeping face.

Wanda nods, “Agreed!”

[bring-forth-his-sac]

Thank you sm (I’m the anon who sent the ask) 🥹 & wow I’m so shocked you’ve only wrote a couple drabbles/imagines because it was honestly so well written! I saw a prompt on pinterest for “you make me proud, you know that right?” & it’s where the reader/character is pregnant & negan is just all soft & proud of her if that makes sense 🥹 if you don’t wanna write this topic it’s all good don’t worry!!! 🫶🏻

thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy <3

Summary: Negan realises you’re insecure about becoming a parent and gives you some much needed reassurance 

Pairing: Negan x Pregnant!Reader 

Tags: Pregnancy symptoms, insecurity, lewd and suggestive language, swearing, fluff, Negan being a big ol’ softie, pet names, praise and reassurance 

Word Count: 2k

You don’t know it, and that baffles Negan.

He knows you don’t know. He can see it in those little moments when you don’t think anyone is paying attention.

At this point, Negan is acutely attuned to all of your tells. He sees the emotional tug-of-war within you every morning when you study the new changes to your body. Usually Negan pays subtle attention whenever he sees you looking in the mirror, making a mental note of what body part to praise more during your next session under the sheets.

He sees the sparkle of humour in your eyes as you announce that you, yet again, for about the sixth time, need to go pee because the baby keeps kicking near your bladder.

Negan absolutely loves to see that pouty look of determination you have plastered across your face whenever he tries to help you complete a simple chore. Despite the slow waddling and frequent breaks you need, you’ve been hellbent on still helping out while pregnant. 

Negan appreciates your refusal to shy away from the more "risky" household tasks, like climbing up on a step ladder to paint the higher parts of the wall in the baby’s nursery. Although he didn’t mind being the one to hold the ladder, it just meant he got to stare at your ass while silently praying you don't fall— a win-win situation, if you ask him.

And yet, you still don’t know. Or maybe you just don’t realise it.

He always picks up on that insecure tone of yours. It usually creeps out every now and again but it has been rearing it’s ugly head more often since the pregnancy. If it wasn’t so concerning, it would amaze Negan that you seriously don’t know how good of a mother you’ll be, or how amazing you’re taking on this pregnancy.

Negan sighs, stretching out on the couch as he reminisces. Only a couple of more months from now and he’ll be looking back on the days he didn’t have to burp a baby and stay up half the night cooing at them. 

As he contemplates the sleepless nights and endless cries ahead, Negan can't help but feel a surge of excitement. He's well aware that in those moments, when he's exhausted and cleaning up baby vomit at 4:30 am, he won't necessarily feel thrilled, but goddammit he just can’t wait to meet the little shit!

He snaps out of his thoughts as you emerge from the bedroom, huffing to yourself. “Looking for something, Momma?” Negan teases affectionately, a lazy grin on his face.

“I forgot shoes,” you announce more to yourself than to him.

“Hmm?” Negan hums, not exactly sure he heard you correctly.

“The shoes,” you reiterate “I never got shoes!”. 

Negan struggles to suppress a laugh at how seriously you’re talking about shoes. He’s well acquainted with how up and down your emotions have been since getting pregnant and so he’s trying his best to be more mindful.

“Sweetness, what shoes?” he asks, keeping his tone soft “we got plenty of shoes just laying around the place”.

The second you leave out another sigh, Negan opens his arms to you, silently inviting you to join him. You waste no time in padding over, practically collapsing into his embrace. “I meant shoes for the baby,” you clarify with a frown “we managed to find clothes, socks, bibs but I forgot about shoes! We can’t have the baby going around without shoes on!”.

It takes a moment for Negan to register your words before he slowly replies “I don’t think newborns do much walking”.

Leaving out yet another exasperated sigh, you lift your legs up, lounging on the couch and using Negan as your pillow. “I know the baby won’t be running around the place straight away but...” you pause, silently scowling at yourself “they’re shoes! How the fuck could I forget shoes?! Like, everyone has shoes! So the baby needs shoes too!”.

Negan peers down at you, trying his best to take in your cranky expression. For a moment, he wonders if it's direct towards him for not thinking of shoes either but then you mumble “I can’t fuck up the basic shit like this…”.

And just like that, everything clicks into place for Negan.

Despite his shock at hearing it, there’s no denying the insecurity in your tone. Even though he knew you were nervous about the baby coming, he didn’t think you’d actually beat yourself up over the little things like shoes – how could you? With the amazing things your body is doing, who gives a fuck about shoes?! …Besides you, that is.

Nevertheless, the vulnerability in your voice catches him off guard. Shifting to hold you properly on the couch, Negan’s arms wrap around you, his hands going straight for your bump. You instinctively snuggle against him, your back against his chest as you rest your head by his shoulder and mindlessly trace patterns on his forearm. 

“You ever just stop and think about it?” he asks, his voice oddly dreamy, a tone you don’t normally hear from him.

“About what?” you ask, growing warm in his embrace. 

“Your body took the spunk I fucked into you and you’re making a goddamn baby out of it! I mean, right now, this very second you’re making a mini us out of nothing but your egg and my jizz!” he laughs in pure disbelief, feeling his heart melt at his own words as pride takes over.

You try not to wince at his colourful description of conception.

With a wide grin, Negan continues “Here you are, cuddling up on me as if you’re body ain’t growing through hell. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, Darlin’. Carrying life that we’re after making… you’re a goddamn badass”.

“I’ll make sure to give myself some credit the next time I forget about getting shoes… or some other basic thing for the baby” you sulk, showing off that stubborn quality of yours he loves so much.

He shakes his head affectionately, straining forward to try and see your face. “Hon, you’ve got a lot going on right now, and you’re dealing with a lot of new, stressful stuff,” Negan tries to put your mind at ease “It’s totally reasonable that you’d forget some things. And so what if the baby doesn’t have shoes straight away, it ain’t like they’re going anywhere. It’s not gonna make you a bad mother, you gotta stop thinking that way”.

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment before you slowly begin to open up ”But if I can't even get the little things right, like the shoes, then I’m bound to mess up the bigger things too! And I can’t do that, especially when the baby arrives".

As you speak, you feel yourself that familiar sense of insecurity flare up. You tilt your head up and your eyes look up to meet his gaze, searching for reassurance.

Negan exhales, a content smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite your worrisome expression. After all, how can he not smile while he has you in his arms, pregnant with his baby? His own happy little family, despite everything he has done in life. Now all he wishes for is for you to see just how damn perfect you are, how perfect you have made his life. 

“Darlin’, you’re gonna get stressed and forget things, and fuck up every once in a while. That’s how parenting is. Nobody is a perfect parent. We’re both gonna have our moments and that’s a-ok” he explains, bringing one hand away from your bump to gently cup your face, subtly making sure you keep looking at him “you know why I’m so relaxed about it all?”.

“Because you’re not the one carrying the baby? Or dealing with morning sickness? Or because you won’t have to push out a literal child in a few months?”.

He gives you a quick deadpan look, managing to keep it playful before he reverts back to sincerity “I’m relaxed because I know that even when I’m dealing with a baby that’ll be drooling all over me or screeching in my face in the middle of the night, I know you’ll be right next to me, and that’s all I need”.

His gaze remains fixed on you, drinking in your features intently as he holds your face. For a second, Negan gets lost in thought and silently wishes the baby will have your nose.

“You make me proud, you know that, right?” he strokes his thumb across your cheek “so, so goddamn proud”.

You can't help but smile bashfully in response, feeling a bit self-conscious. In a sweet attempt to hide your expression, you pull your face away from Negan’s hand and nestle yourself closer to him, concealing your face. Accepting compliments has never been your strong suit.

“C’mon, don’t go hiding on me now,” he chuckles, gently searching for your face  “I wanna hear you say it, to make sure you know”. 

Defiantly turning to your side, you use both the couch and Negan’s own arm as a shield to keep your face hidden. He grins, amused by your attempt at avoiding his words. He pokes your side, his voice a mix of teasing and affection.

"You know you make me proud, right?" he repeats with a hint of playfulness in his tone, as if trying to coax you into admitting it “riiiiiiiiiiiiiight?”

Negan doesn't show any mercy, transitioning from playful pokes to relentless tickling. Your body trembles as laughter escapes your lips, struggling to shield vulnerable ticklish spots while simultaneously attempting to fend off his hands. Your head perks up again, a light blush on your cheeks; whether it’s from the sudden tickle attack or Negan’s praise is anyone’s guess.

Between bouts of laughter, you manage to get out a word, struggling to speak through the giggles "R-right!". 

Negan beams, happy you agree. Before you can think, he takes advantage of your unguarded face to plant a quick, chaste kiss on your lips - as if the tickling didn’t leave you breathless already.

Negan's voice becomes a sultry purr as he whispers "How about I show you just how proud I am of you? Actions do speak louder than words and all that shit...". His warm breath caresses your skin as he speaks, his intentions alone sending a shiver down your spine.

A pleased hum escapes your lips, already liking the sound of this. “Works for me,” you agree, biting back a smile as you stand.

Before your pregnancy and even in the early stages, you didn't mind ‘doing it’ anywhere, but now that you've reached the second trimester, the comfort of the bed has become more appealing. Negan has never been particular about where y’all get freaky either way, although he does like how you can both comfortably cuddle afterwards if you do it on the bed.

As soon as Negan stands, he gently checks to make sure you're steady on your feet. When you both begin walking towards the bedroom, you suddenly change direction. 

Negan's expression morphs into confusion as you abruptly pivot and walk towards the bathroom. Looking back over your shoulder, you try not to swoon at the endearingly baffled expression on his face. “Just give me a second, with you tickling me and the baby bouncing on my bladder, I need to pee again” you shrug, waddling off to the bathroom.

As the sound of the bathroom door closing reaches his ears, Negan can't help but chuckle affectionately. In the meantime, he strolls into the bedroom and plops himself down on the bed, making himself comfortable as he waits for your return. His gaze fixates on the ceiling above as a smile plays on his lips once more, a warm feeling of anticipation stirring within him.

Sometimes, Negan finds himself wondering if all the hardships and disappointments he's endured in life were necessary because they were all part of some cosmic plan that led him to you. Or at least that’s what he tells himself so all that pain feels like it was worth it because it brought him to you. 

Negan isn’t exactly sure how he did it or what he did to deserve all of this luck, but goddamn he struck gold having you in his life.

And he knows that for certain.

[eddie-van-munson]

Keeping You Safe (Eddie Munson x Byers!Reader)

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Summary: Your dad (Lonnie) drops in at the house unannounced one afternoon while Will and Eddie are scheming for Hellfire, leaving Eddie black and blue. Hearing you talk about your childhood brings Eddie back to his own.

Warnings: Stories about the Reader and Eddie's Abusive Fathers, Talk of Blood/Bruises, Series Typical Violence, Cursing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Mentions of Death/Grief, Mentions of Bullying, Cigarettes, Fighting, One Sex Joke, Abuser Uses the Word 'f**', She/Her Pronouns.

A/N: I teased this FOREVER ago and its finally here! I wanted to say that while I didn't go into detail in the story, Eddie DEFINITELY got in some punches. I don't know how to feel about this one over all but I love the song Eddie's mom wrote. I'm so soft for momma's boy Eddie.

Please leave a comment and tell me what you think!!!

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Your heart nearly stopped when you picked up the phone. Will sobbed into the receiver, croaking unintelligibly. You gripped the storefront counter, panic frying every last one of your nerve endings, just as the phone had fried in your mother's hands two years ago as she listened to those same cries. 

"Will? Will, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Wha-" 

"Eddie...E-Eddie is..." 

You hadn't realized it was possible to be hit simultaneously with relief and more panic. "Eddie's hurt? Are you at home? What happened?" You snatched the keys from the desk, stretching the phone chord around the wall as you scrambled to clock out. 

"D-Dad was here."  Will choked through deep breaths as you fumbled with your punch card, shooting your coworker an urgent look. "Dad was here and I'm scared-" 

"It's ok. Hey, no no no. It's ok buddy. I'll be there in five minutes, alright? Give me five minutes." 

You threw your coat on frantically as you ran out to your car, the only indication your boss had received being the ring of the bell when the door opened. 

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"Who the hell are you?" The man spat, his brow furrowing at the sight of Eddie.

Ah. Lonnie Byers.

Eddie had never met the man in his life, but he had enough experience with abusive fathers to know that this guy was definitely yours.

"I'm Eddie." He kept his voice still and confident, trying to look unbothered. He propped his arms across the back of the couch confidently. "Who the hell are you?"

Lonnie scoffed, "What are you doing in my house, kid? You want me to call the cops?" 

"I don't think that'd end up well for you, man. But, be my guest." He shrugged non-chalantly, crossing his legs on the coffee table.

Lonnie opened his mouth to shout, forehead creased with anger, but paused. "Wait a second...I know exactly who you are." 

Eddie's brows crooked as he stared down the older man.

The man's jaw flexed, "You're Manson's kid. You run that cult over at the school." 

The corner of Eddie's mouth tugged mischievously, "It's Munson, actually." 

Lonnie grabbed the game book that'd been left open on the table, glancing at the artwork before flinging it across the room carelessly. His muddy boot planted itself on the table in its place.

"You killed that little Cunningham girl didn't you?"

Eddie's expression went slack, anger boiling in his stomach. He swallowed thickly, ignoring the jab.

"What the hell are you doing here, you freak? You gonna pluck my daughter's eyes out? Break her bones?"

The room went silent as Eddie's face slowly split into a knowing grin. "No." He looked him directly in the eyes. "But I do have a date with her in an hour."

Lonnie lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up off of the couch. "You're not gonna lay a fucking hand on my daughter." 

Eddie choked through a laugh.  "Oh, trust me. Your daughter is very well acquainted with my hands." 

Before he even knew what happened, Lonnie's fist gave a sickening crack against Eddie's temple. Stars danced in his eyes as he was flung down onto the rough carpet, the wind knocking from his lungs. Eddie wheezed through a weak laugh, groaning. God, he hoped Will would stay quiet in his room. Based on the blow he'd just taken, Lonnie would have no problem busting down a door.

"You think that's fucking funny, freak?" Lonnie yelled, towering over Eddie's crumpled form. 

Eddie struggled to breathe, "A little."  

He turned just in time for the toe of Lonnie's boot to ram into his ribs instead of his stomach. The second blow was worse. Eddie could taste copper in his mouth as he tried to remember how to breathe. 

He much preferred Jason Carver

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Your hands trembled as you drove, tears clouding your vision. 

This was your worst nightmare. It was why Will was never left home alone, even though he was well old enough to be. Your dad had always had a temper and a violent streak. When you were young, it hadn't been uncommon to hear the sharp sound of a slap cut through the air during his arguments with your mom. Ever since the divorce, Will had become the target of his anger. He was always calling to shout at your mom, accusing her of "raising that boy to be a fag". That, and bitterly claiming that "That boy needs a father around, Joyce. He needs someone to beat some sense into him." 

Your driving was getting hazardous by the time you reached the house. You flew through the front door, heart sinking at the sight of your boyfriend sitting propped against the hall's wood paneling. Will sat beside him, looking visibly shaken. 

"Eddie..." You breathed his name, hands trembling as you dropped to your knees beside him. You held his face gently in your hands, assessing the damage. 

He smiled at you through a wince, "Hi, sweetheart." 

"Christ, What have you done?"

He smirked, nodding towards your brother.  "Well, I had to stand up for Will the Wise, didn't I? It's party rules." 

You cursed under your breath as you pushed his bangs back from his hurt forehead. A dark bruise painted his temple and cheekbones, a smeary trail of blood dripping from his nose all the way down to the collar of his shirt. It'd be a miracle if his nose wasn't broken. His pretty lower lip had a bad nick in it, and anxiety churned in your stomach when you noticed how stiff his movements were. 

"Jesus, Eds. Stay here, ok?" You darted around the house quickly, locking every door and window you could find, before grabbing a clean washcloth from the kitchen. You took your brother's hand sweetly when you returned, "I need you to do me a favor alright? Do you think you can call Hopper? Tell him what happened?" 

Eddie groaned at the idea of involving the cops, but Will nodded solemnly. You ignored your boyfriend's complaint, propping your shoulder beneath his arm. 

"Let's get you to my room, Bruiser." 

He chuckled, eyes scrunching pain as you helped lift him up onto his feet. "Princess, I know I look awfully pretty right now, but it might not be the best time for you to have your way with me." 

You rolled your eyes at his smirk, wondering how he was still able to be a cocky bastard with an actively bloody nose. 

You were gentle as you helped him sit on your bed, heart aching sympathetically at his soft curses. "Hey...shhh 's ok. Tell me what hurts."  

He slowly fought to catch his breath, scrunching his eyes. "It'd be easier to list what doesn't hurt, actually." 

You noticed him tense with every rise and fall of his chest. "He got your ribs, didn't he?" 

Eddie chuckled weakly, "Yeah. A couple of kicks to the stomach."

You bit your lower lip, shaking your head at the mental image. You fought it hard, but your eyes glossed, lip quivering.

 "Hey...It's alright." Eddie stroked your hair,  biting back the pain as he brushed the beginnings of a tear from your lower lashes. "Everything's alright, sweetheart. Will's ok, huh? That's all that matters." 

You sniffled, "What about you?" 

"Me?" He chuckled, wiping some blood from his nose with the back of his hand. "I'm right as rain, babe. You should see the other guy." 

A tear finally welled over as you gave him a sad, grateful smile, but you quickly brushed it away when Will peeked his head into your room.

He looked nervous still, guilt swimming in his eyes. "Hopper said he'd be on the look out for dad's car." Your brother fiddled with the latch on the little red first aid kit he'd retrieved from under the bathroom sink, his eyes unable to meet Eddie's. "He's going to come by later to file a report, but he said to make sure the doors are locked."  

You took the kit from his hands, laying it on the bed beside you. You scrambled for words, unable to think of a way to ease his mind when your own was racing. Eddie supplemented. 

"What's wrong, dude?" He patted an empty spot on the bed, inviting Will to sit.

Will was quiet for a moment, his voice soft when he finally spoke. "You got hurt and it's my fault." 

You took your brother's hand, soothingly. Eddie shook his head. "No, man. I got hurt because your dad's an asshole. That's not your fault." 

Will focused on the comforter, toying with the fabric. "I could've...I don't know. I should've helped." 

Eddie nudged him gently with his sneaker. "Oh come on, Byers. You've faced some pretty gnarly shit all on your own. It's ok to let me help out every once in a while." 

"But I just sat there!" He argued, pitifully. "I just sat in my room while he-..." 

Will trailed off, tears welling. Eddie sat up, biting back the pain as he crooned to meet his eyes. 

"Hey..." He mussed his hair, lovingly. "I know it sucks, man. But can I tell you something?"

Will nodded.

"When I was a kid,  my dad used to show up out of nowhere too...pull all the same shit. My mom always told me to go to my room and lock the door and all that, right? Just like I told you to do earlier."

Will nodded, listening dutifully as he blinked back tears.

Eddie shook his head, "I fucking hated it. They would fight and I would just be stuck in there listening to it."

Eddie's eyes glazed with memories. You could tell they hurt.  Your stomach churned.

"So when I got older and dad was locked up, I asked mom about it, you know? 'Why did you make me stay in my room? I could've helped. He was hurting you, mom.'"

Your eyes stung.

"But you know what she said? She said 'Your dad did hurt me, Eddie. But it would've been so much more painful for me to see him hurt you."

Will stared off, pensively.  You took his hand, squeezing it gently.

Eddie nodded, "I'd so much rather get my ass kicked than to see you get hurt. I mean that. You did what I told you to. You stayed safe and that's what's fuckin' important."

Your brother's shoulders relaxed a bit, "I suppose so." 

A smile tugged at Eddie's lips. "I know so. And what I say goes because I'm the Dungeon Master. So there." 

Will laughed, and the sound was like pure sunshine. You took Eddie's hand, squeezing it appreciatively. He squeezed yours back. 

Eddie's dimples were pretty as he smiled. "You know what would make me feel better?"

Will narrowed his eyes, "What's that?" 

"New character sheets for Hellfire....drawn by the most skillful renderer in all of Hawkins, The William Byers..." 

Your brother blushed, hiding his smile, "Come off it, Eds." 

"I mean it!" He laughed heartily as he clutched his ribs. 

Will stood from the bed, crossing his arms, "I'll think about it." 

Eddie laid back against the headboard, "Well you better think quick, because your sister's about to take my shirt off so she can doctor me up, and things are liable to get pretty steamy. She's a total animal when she sees me-" 

"Eddie!" Your cheeks went pink, but Eddie only giggled at your indignation. 

Will threw his hands up in surrender, immediately hightailing it out of your room. "Fine! Ok! I'll go!" 

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Eddie gave a borderline pornographic moan when you carefully laid a hot water bottle over his side. You cooed to him softly, pushing his hair back from his forehead. "Theerree it is. Too hot?" 

He shook his head dumbly, enjoying your hands in his hair. "Feels good." 

You smiled as you knelt beside him. He was all clean now, and while he definitely had some bumps and cuts, he looked much better. You pecked his forehead and his nose gently before finally granting him a soft kiss on the lips. 

He hummed, smiling lazily. "What was that for?" 

"Because I love you." 

He chuckled happily, "Well shit, baby. In that case..." He tugged the collar of your shirt gently as he brought your lips back to his, long and slow and deep. 

You were breathless when you finally parted, and Eddie looked very proud of himself as he guided you up to lay beside him on the bed. 

You sighed, playing with his hair, adjusting the cold pack you'd given him carefully so it better rested against his temple. You watched his big brown eyes flutter shut as you worked, "If Jonathan were here, he'd welcome you to the family." 

"Hmm." Eddie winced as he adjusted the pillow beneath his head. "Why's that?" 

He saw your eyes glaze a bit with memories, your expression fading. "He used to say you're not a Byers unless Lonnie's knocked you around, some." 

The room was quiet for a long time. Finally, Eddie reached over to rub your arm soothingly, squeezing your hand. He had questions that he didn't want to ask. 

"Did Will see him hit you?" You rasped, keeping your face hard and emotionless. 

"No." Eddie reassured you. "I told him to go the second I heard someone coming up the driveway. He didn't see anything." 

Your shoulders relaxed a little. Will didn't need to have anything added to his list of nightmares. "Do you think he heard?"

Eddie swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the anger that swelled in his belly at the thought of Will hearing his own father berate him through the walls. "I'm not sure. I think he might have put on some music." 

He hadn't, but Eddie knew the idea would ease your mind. 

You thought through his words before sighing, reaching into your bedside table for a cig and a lighter. "He used to shove him around when he was little. Jonathan and I too, but it was different with Will..." You choked, hands trembling as you lit your cigarette. "Will's always been so…so small. Too small to hold a heart so big." 

Your voice tightened, words croaking. 

"Mom had to work during the week and I would pick Will up from Pre-K on my way home from school." Eddie's heart ached as he watched you recall it. "I'd carry him around on my hip all afternoon because I was so worried he'd stumble into Dad's path and-" 

You shook your head, abandoning the thought. 

"The night mom threw dad out of the house, Will was only three. He saw dad using the TV remote and he wanted to try too." Eddie could hear the anger in every word. "He was just a baby…he picked up the remote from the coffee table and dad grabbed his little wrist so tight in his fist. I thought he was going to snap it." 

"Jesus…" Eddie cursed thickly, nausea settling in his upper stomach. 

"Mom heard Will crying and she ran in and saw what was happening. She made him leave…said she'd call the cops if he came back." You chewed your lower lip. "We all slept in her room with her that night." 

Eddie was hit with a wave of emotion, a memory he'd long packed away resurfacing. He used to do the same on particularly bad nights. He could vaguely remember his mom's hands stroking through his short curls, soothingly. 

There was a long silence. Finally, he reached for you, and you were quick to put out your cig and melt into him. He held you as best as he could, ignoring the ache in his muscles. He'd long since abandoned his ice pack, but you didn't have it in you to argue for it. 

You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other's arms as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You thought he might have drifted off by the time he finally spoke again. 

"I used to do the same with my mom." He hummed it so softly against your head that you almost didn't catch it. "On the nights dad came around…" 

His eyelashes fluttered as you reached up to graze your thumb ever so lightly over his bruised cheek. He stared off, lost in thought. 

Your heart stilled. Eddie never talked about his mom. His conversation with Will was the first he'd ever mentioned her.

You only knew two things about her, and those you'd learned from Wayne. He'd given you a pat on the back one evening when he saw you admiring a photo of her and Eddie together. "I wish you could've known him before we lost her." He'd hummed weakly.

 He told you she'd died a few weeks before Eddie turned eighteen. Eddie had been asleep beside her hospital bed, head resting in her lap when she'd slipped away. 

He told you Eddie had loved her more than life itself. 

It was hard for Eddie to think about her too much, now. It made him hurt. Still, he found himself remembering her so often around you. 

 Growing up, it'd been him and his mom against the world. It was the sweetest time he could remember, filled with memories of her mussing his hair  and running barefoot with him outside. He could see her smile so vividly in his memories from childhood…hear her giggling as she strummed up silly little songs about him on her guitar. 

My baby will only eat meatballs. He likes them with parmesan cheese.

My baby will only eat meatballs. That's why I call him Spag-Eddie.

My boy, he's as wild as a grizzly. He's even got curly brown hair.

My boy, he's as wild as a grizzly. That's why I call him Eddie Bear. 

Everything sweet soured when his dad starting coming around.

You'd always known Eddie's dad had abused him. You'd found out one night as you'd been tracing a scar on his shoulder. It was oddly shaped in comparison to the countless others that'd been left by the bats…small and round. 

"This one is already healed up." You hummed softly, pressing your lips to it gently. 

Eddie tensed. "That one wasn't from the bats." 

There was a long silence. "What was it from?" 

His voice was soft when he finally answered, as if he was a little boy.

"A cigarette." 

You were overcome with a sense of protectiveness, holding him tighter at the memory. He groaned, "Ribs…" 

You gasped, pulling back. "Fuck, Eds. I'm sorry." 

He smiled, " 's ok. I mean, I think I've got a punctured lung now, but it's fine."

Giggling softly, you crooned over his sore body to kiss him. He sighed happily against your lips. 

"We need to take you in for an x-ray…" You hummed softly, hoping your kisses were enough of a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down. 

He made a displeased sound, scrunching his nose. "I don't need an x-ray. I'm fine. I've never felt better." 

You chuckled against his lips as he pulled you closer greedily. "Ed's half of your rib cage is purple. Your nose is broken."

He bit his lip, shooting you a pretty boy smile. "You still think I'm pretty though, right?" 

You snorted, giving a roll of your eyes as you gently pinched his cheek. "You're always pretty." 

He giggled, "Well that's all that really matters."

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Your mom loved Eddie. She had from the moment she saw him. Joyce Byers had a special place in her heart for "strays", and Eddie was most definitely one of them. 

She'd known of him long before you'd started dating. Whispers about the Munsons were harsh and abundant around town. A few of the moms on the PTA had even started a petition to have him removed from school when he'd first started classes, claiming that he "was a loaded gun with a father like that." 

Joyce had never bought into it. She saw the boy every morning when she dropped you off at school. He wasn't dangerous. He was tired and lonely. He didn't have a mother looking after him anymore.

 It became a habit for your mom to glance around for Eddie when she dropped you off in the mornings, double checking that he was carrying a lunch, and that no one was bothering him. 

The two of you became quick friends as the school year went on. Joyce was always ready and waiting to greet Eddie with a hug and a snack every time he visited. By the time the two of you started dating, he was practically part of the family, already. 

Your mom and your brother were on a college visit together in California when you called to tell them what had happened with Lonnie. Eddie could hear you trying to calm them down from the other room as you explained the situation over the phone, but he knew your family well enough to know it wouldn't do much good. 

Eddie had managed to escape the encounter with little more than a nasty bruise and a cracked rib, and luckily, that would heal all on its own. By the night after, he was already feeling well enough to help you make dinner. That's where he was, in fact, when your mother and Jonathan got home. 

Your mom practically burst through the front door, dropping her suitcase.

"Where is he?" She glanced around the room, expression immediately crumbling at the sight of a still-bruised Eddie. She let out a sob, rushing to him. "Oh god…"

she squeaked, checking him over protectively before pulling him into a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you. Oh, sweetheart..." She croaked, petting his hair.  "You're such…such a good kid." 

Maybe it was the way Joyce had always taken care of him. Maybe he was just feeling sentimental. But for just a moment, Eddie felt like he was hugging his mom again. 

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A Hug to Remember

Request: The first time oakley hugged Daniel. You can decide basically everything and do this whenever you want. This is for your own heart.

Pairings: Platonic!Daniel Charles & Platonic!Oakley Finn

Warnings: fluff

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A/N: This is a fic for a @docockschest 's story and it is their character. There will be an actual name instead of a reader insert. Also, it'll be they/them because that is what is used in their fics.

It had become a regular thing for Oakley to have therapy sessions due to past traumas. Nobody never seemed to want to work with the kid or help them and that caused a lot of trust issues. Oakley thought it was just a lost cause and almost gave up until he met Dr. Daniel Charles. The two of them were quick to bond and Daniel was patient and didn't rush things and this is something Oakley loved about him. They started to see Daniel as a parent figure. They trusted this man with their life and Daniel seemed to be the same way. This kid had become part of him and he was very hesitant to let that go. Of course, it took some time to get used to each other but after a few weeks of spending their weekly sessions together it was a quick bond.

Daniel had taken on a protective momma bear role, yes even though he is a guy, to Oakley. He hated seeing that kid hurting or having a rough day. He felt so much sympathy for this kid that it had gotten to the point where he had almost thought about adopting him. They had such a tight bond that it was normal for Oakley to just saunter into the hospital and everyone just said hi and went on their way. Often time they would end up falling asleep on Daniel's couch while he worked away. Charles would look up occasionally and see them asleep and walk over and throw a blanket over them, that was specifically kept in the office just for Oakley and nobody else.

It was a Friday when Oakley walked into the hospital and was greeted by the receptionist, Alania. "Good morning, Oakley." She said in a sweet tone and they smiled.

"Good morning." Oakley replied back.

"Dr. Charles is expecting you. You know where to go." She said and Oakley smiled and nodded and they were off down the path to the well-known office. When they got there the door was partially cracked open but it was enough for one to see in and one to see out. Oakley was about to knock when Daniel's voice sounded.

"You can come on in. I know it's you, Oakley." Daniel said without looking up and that made Oakley smile.

"How did you know?" They asked him.

"I just do and I'll never tell my secrets." Daniel said with a chuckle looking up and Oakley had a smile on their face.

"I'll find out one day." They said and Daniel shook his head.

"We'll see about that." Daniel said "How are you on this fine morning?" He started off getting the session started.

"It's too early that’s for sure." Oakley said and Daniel nodded.

"I have to agree with that." He said "Anything new happen this week?" He asked and Oakley knew what he meant by that but shook their head.

"No, it's been pretty tame. Nothing new to report." They said and Daniel nodded and wrote something in a notebook. The session went on for a few hours and a lot was talked about and some advice was given. Daniel looked down at his watch and saw that it was the end of the session.

"Well, Oakley. It looks like our session has ended. As you know, you're welcome to stay here or walk around the hospital. Everyone knows who you are." Daniel said with a chuckle. Oakley knew this was true and chuckled themselves. "I think the cafeteria is still serving breakfast." Daniel said just about the time Oakley's stomach growled, and that made them both chuckle.

"Are you gonna join me?" Oakley asked

"Do you want me to join you?" Daniel answered back with a question and Oakley gave a nod and that made Daniel smile "Then I would love to join you." He said and got up and they made their way down to the cafeteria. Nobody batted an eye when they saw these two together it was just a normal now. As the both of them were walking to the cafeteria they passed Sharon Goodwin.

"Good morning you two." She said with a smile.

"Good morning, Dr. Goodwin. How are you?" Oakley asked and she smiled.

"I'm doing good thank you for asking. You two heading off to get some breakfast?" She asked and both Oakley and Daniel nodded and she smiled. "You're gonna like it. They're serving pancakes and bacon." She said "The good pancakes." She added and that brought a smile to both of their faces and then they were bidding goodbye to her and heading to the cafeteria and she just chuckled watching the two of them scurry off. The line wasn't long and that was a good thing. Both of them were quick to get in and then grab what they wanted and they were at the cashier. Daniel was quick to pay for his and Oakley's before the kid had time to get out money.

"Daniel." Oakley said and he just smirked.

"No need for that. I have to take care of you." He said and Oakley rolled their eyes but went along with it. A table was quickly taken by the two of them and they ate together and small talk was made. It was currently summer so they talked about what Oakley would be doing for the summer months. Before they both knew it breakfast was eaten and now, they were taking their trays to the trash and stacked with the others. Oakley tended to be a clingy person, especially when they started to get tired. So, as they were walking back toward the office, they let out a yawn and Daniel smiled and chuckled. "Why don't you take a nap in my office while I go and check on some patients? I promise I'll try to be quiet when I come back in." Daniel said and Oakley nodded.

"Ok." Oakley said as they walked into the office. Oakley and laid down while curling up in the blanket. Daniel went to his desk and got a few things and then looked up and Oakley was fast asleep, he smiled and walked out ready to check on some patients.

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After Daniel was done making his rounds, he found himself standing at the receptionist's desk in the ED. He didn't want to disturb the sleeping teenager. He figured he would let them sleep for about an hour. As he was standing there and looking at his watch Will Halstead walked up to him. "So where is your cub?" He asked teasingly and Daniel looked up at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Daniel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, you're like a momma bear when it comes to that kid so it just makes sense." Will said and then his smirk came back "So, where is the cub?" He added teasingly.

"They're asleep." Daniel said and Will nodded and smirked.

"You're so soft for that kid." Will said and Daniel stopped and looked at him.

"Of course, I am. They've been through a lot." He said about that time Oakley had started down the hallway toward ED when they asked where they could find Daniel. Will looked up when he saw the teenager walk their way.

"It looks like your cub has awoken." Will said with a smirk, Daniel rolled his eyes but also smiled when he saw the teen get closer.

"Nice nap?" Daniel asked and Oakley looked at him and nodded.

"It was very nice. Your couch is comfortable." Oakley said and Daniel smiled.

"It is, isn't it?" Daniel asked

"Hello, Oakley." Will said and Oakley smiled.

"Hello, Will." They replied

“Did you have a nice nap?” He asked smirking and Oakley looked at him long and hard and smiled.

“Say, Will don’t you have someone else to go and annoy?” Oakley said and Daniel tried to hide his smirk but failed and Connor looked at them speechless. Just then his pager goes off and he is off without and words and Daniel holds his fist out to Oakley and he fists bumps him.

The rest of the day consisted of Oakley following Daniel around when he was allowed to and hanging out in his office. It was getting late and Daniel was going to be working an overnight shift so he encouraged Oakley to go home. They reluctantly did but they promised to be back in the morning to be there for Daniel to finish out his shift.  

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The next morning as promised, Oakley was there bright and early and nobody batted an eye and he walked past the receptionist who greeted them in passing. As they were walking, they ran into Will. “Good morning, Oakley.” Will said and they smiled at him.

“Good morning, Will.” They said

“Is the cub looking for their momma bear?” Will asked and Oakley raised an eyebrow at him.

“Momma bear? Cub?” Oakley asked curious and Will smirked. Will was about to answer but Daniel had showed up almost like he was summoned.

“Oakley!” Daniel said and they smiled.

“Hi, Charlie.” Oakley said and Will rose an eyebrow.

“Charlie, huh?” He questioned and Oakley nodded.

“We’ve known each other for a few years and figured it was time to go to a first name and nickname basis.” Daniel said and Will nodded his head.

“Speaking of nicknames. Will you call Charlie momma bear and me cub. Why is that?” Oakley said looking at him and then Will looked at Daniel and he sighed.

“He calls me that because I’m protective over you. You’re like a kid or a cub more than a patient. You’ve grown on me kid.” Daniel said and tears formed in Oakley’s eyes. Nobody has said that to them or been that so protective of them before. Before anybody could move Oakley all but practically tackled Daneil in a hug. Daniel was quick to hug him back. Will had quietly snuck away giving them some time alone.

Of course, Oakley and Daniel had hugged before but it was usually quick or a side hug. This hug meant something different to the both of them. It was a hug full of love and one of need. It was one of protectiveness.

Oakley had actually started to sob into Daniel’s chest. “Thank you so much.” Oakley said and Daniel held him a little tighter and buried his face into Oakley’s hair.

“It’s ok kid. I’ll always be here for you no matter what, no matter the time day, or no matter the situation. You can count on me because you’re my cub and I’m you momma bear. Forever and always.” Daniel said and Oakley just held onto him tighter.

This hug was certainly one to remember and neither Oakley or Daniel were going to forget it anytime soon.

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As It Should Be.

Cowboy!Eddie x Female Reader (Fluff)

Summary: Eddie wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Proposing to the girl of his dreams was just the next step.

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting probably badly written fluff

Word Count:1,147

Authour’s Note:I’m absolutely obsessed with cowboy!eddie and so I wanted to write a little something more with him.  If you’re wondering who Miss Evelyn is, she’s a little old lady who is a regular at the pie shop. You should probably check out this thread I wrote with @munsonology to help make sense of things.

also here’s a link to my previous Cowboy!Eddie fic

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Wayne unfurled the small velvet box from the depths of his denim work jeans, before cracking it open to reveal the small oval diamond settled nicely onto a delicately weaved gold band.

Eddie eyed the ring in the box with awe, and a slight nervous excitement fizzing inside him.

“Thanks for this, Wayne. I know that this ring means a lot to you.” Eddie nods as he takes the ring and box from his uncle’s hands.

“Your momma would’a wanted you to have it, Ed. I was just holding on to it until you needed it.” Wayne smiles as he lays a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. 

"Think she'll like it, Pa?" Eddie asks, turning his head towards his uncle.

Wayne knew how Eddie could be sometimes. Getting in his own head and worrying too much. 

"Son, that sweet girl loves the bones of you. She looks 'atcha like the sun shines outta your ass. She'll love it, because she loves you." Wayne chuckles in his gruff voice. 

“I just want everything to be perfect for her, y’know?” his big brown eyes look out to the slowly setting sun from the porch overlooking the sprawling fields ahead of him.

“It will be Son. She’s gonna love it.” Wayne smiled as he ruffled the mess of Eddie’s dark curls. 

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Eddie finished up putting the last few bits into the picnic basket. A few bits of fruit, some bread, as well as a container of Miss Evelyn’s famous fried chicken and mac and cheese, which she had kindly made and gave to Eddie when he told her that he was planning to propose to you. She insisted that if you were going to do this then you should do it right, and with a good meal to share between you. 

Finally finishing up with a bottle of champagne tucked into the basket, and with a little bit of hope, and if all went to plan, the evening would end in a celebration. He makes one final check that the ring is safely hidden away in his pocket before he heard your voice calling out to him.

“Eddie, Honey? Are you ready to go?” You call as you make your way down the stairs, and towards where you know he is in the kitchen.

“Yeah Sugar, we’re all packed up here” he shouts over his shoulder before turning around to look at you.

You’re wearing a cute blue and white chequered sun-dress, and a pair of flat sandals. Your hair is in a perfectly messy updo, with a few loose curls framing your face. 

Eddie can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when he sees you, everyday he counts his lucky stars that you’re with him. He doesn’t want anyone else. You’re it for him. He wants those cosy moments curled up in bed together, he wants those early mornings sharing breakfast together, and every little moment in between.

He takes you by the hand, leading you towards his pickup truck. Opening up the passenger side door, he helps you into your seat. He quickly rushed around to the driver's seat, before hopping behind the wheel next to you.

“Ready Darlin?” 

“Let’s go cowboy!” You laugh.

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Eddie pulled up to your favourite spot. The sprawling and colourful flower fields with the grand oak tree. The very same tree that you and him had carved your initials into on your one year anniversary of being together.

Getting out of the truck, he once again rushes around to your side to take your hand and help you step down from the passenger side.

With the picnic basket in one hand and your hand in his other you two set off to find the perfect place to set down your blanket. 

Eddie spreads out the soft blanket on to the grass, and you both begin to pull out all the food and drinks from the basket.

The sun is setting, turning the sky a hazy shade of pink and you and Eddie spend it laughing and joking, talking about everything and anything. It was always so easy between you, the conversation never running dry. The food was amazing, you’d have to thank Evelyn for next time she was in the shop, and make sure to save a slice of maple pecan pie for her to take home.

You’d comfortably been laying your head across Eddie’s lap as he leant back against the tree, loosely twirling a strand of hair between his fingers. Just enjoying the comfort of being in each other’s company.

The evening drew in and the small velvet box was burning a hole in Eddie’s pocket. He had to ask you. It was now or never.

“Hey, Darlin’...Look at me a minute, I wanna talk to you..well, I wanna ask you something, really.” he starts.

“What is it Ed?” you say as you begin to sit up, your eyes looking at him so sweetly.

He steadies his breath for a moment. He’d thought for a long time about what he would say to you in this moment, how he’d ask you, but right now his words were failing him. His heart is hammering in his chest.

“I like to think that the stars aligned the day I met you. I knew I wanted to get to know you more. Then when I got to know you more, I knew that I never wanted you out of my life. I can’t imagine the rest of my life without you in it. Darlin’ you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and I want to be with you forever and always. So what I guess I’m asking you, Sweetheart, is that…Will you marry me?” he finishes, pulling the ring box from out of his pocket and opening it up before you.

You’re overcome with emotions, crying tears of joy as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my god! Yes!” you cry, wiping away the tears from your eyes.

“Darlin’ I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” he says as he plucks the ring from its box and slips it over your ring finger and pulls you close to kiss you deeply.

“Oh Ed! It’s beautiful.” you marvel, looking at the delicate band that now adorned your finger. 

“It was my Mom’s, she would’ve wanted you to have it.” he smiles.

Your heart warms at his admission. He wanted you to have his mother’s ring. You didn’t think it was possible to love him anymore than you already did, but now your heart was overflowing with emotions for the sweet man in front of you.

He was the only one for you, and you couldn’t be happier to begin to plan the rest of your life with him. Just you and Eddie. Together. As it should be.

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LSD

Word count: 1,355

Summary: Austin’s reaction to becoming a father for the first time.

Warnings: fluff, just fluff.

Tags: none.

Note: I wrote this while listening to Monster’s Inc bass boosted on loop so sorry if this sucks ass bro. Tumblr has been dog shit and deleting paragraphs lately so. Sorry if some bits are missing.

MASTERLIST — SERIES

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Austin had been there throughout the whole birth of his little girl, Leia. He was beside his wife, holding her hand and encouraging her to push. His wife, Rose, didn’t make much noises, she would just grunt from frustration now and then.

But her grip around her beloved husband’s hand would tighten every time she tried to push. He would watch, consoling his wife, cheering her on, telling her she was doing a splendid job, he was always there for her. He was there. And that was all that mattered to her.

Finally the sound of frustrated groans and grunts, was joined with cries and wails. Their daughter had been revealed to them. They both watched as their new born daughter was placed onto Rose’s stomach with a towel wrapped around her, and Rose brought their baby close to her. The first thing she did was tell their daughter how much she loved them. ‘Leia… Leia my sweet girl. Don’t cry, your momma and papa love you very much.’ She had cooed to Leia. ‘Hello honey, hello my love, hi.’

Austin by now, had fallen completely silent. He was staring at his daughter, trying to process that he was a father, and that his beautiful wife was now a mother. He kept staring at Leia, listening to Rose trying to calm her down. Deep inside, he felt happy, incredibly happy.

The moment he had gotten the news that Rose was pregnant he was ecstatic. Thinking of names for their cute girl, smiling so bright. He’d come home from work, give her a kiss, and her stomach as well. At times he’d simply kneel down to hug her stomach, wanting to show their baby love. Or he’d lay with Rose, his head on her stomach, talking to not just her, but their baby as well.

Now that their baby, their daughter was here. The same ecstatic feeling he felt when Rose told him was still there, greater than before. ‘Isn’t she beautiful, Austin?’ Rose’s sweet voice snapped him back to reality.

‘Yes,’ he agreed without thinking, ‘the most beautiful thing in the world.’ He had an innocent childlike tone. Rose smiled sweetly up at him, knowing that he didn’t know how to process what had just happened. She looked back at their baby, cupping Leia’s face to gently kiss her head.

Finally, once their baby was clean and taken care of. She was wrapped like a banana, and Rose had been embracing her the whole time. Leia was sleeping soundly, her father hadn’t yet held her. Austin was sitting by his wife’s side, too afraid to hold their daughter. Worried he was going to hurt her. Worried he was gonna hold her improperly.

He had his head against the rail, staring at them both in silence. ‘Baby,’ she looked at him.

‘Yes love?’ He responded, looking back at her brown eyes.

‘You should hold her, y’know.’

He was quiet for a bit before looking at their daughter then at her. ‘I’m… what if…’

‘You won’t hurt her.’ Rose soothed him. ‘You’re too kind for that.’ She promised as she leaned towards him. He had always listened to her, no matter what. So he did. ‘Hold her head, my love,’ she watched him hold his hands out. Gently taking their daughter into his arms, he held her head in his hand, his forearm underneath her. Cradling her in his arms.

He sat in the chair beside the hospital bed, his gray eyes stared deeply at his sleeping daughter. She had a small face, blonde hair, a button nose. She was snugged into the blanket, she looked peaceful, happy. Rose watched her husband with fond eyes, seeing how he was trying his best to be gentle. His thumb touched Leia’s cheek. ‘Hello.’ His voice was barely a whisper, trying his best to not disturb his precious girl. ‘Hi princess.’ He managed to smile.

Rose leaned back in the hospital bed, knowing that her baby was safe. Her eyes fluttered, trying to stay awake so she could watch how he’d treat Leia. He craned his head down, forward, planting a gentle kiss on Leia’s forehead. Watching her again as his thumb grazed her cheek. ‘I love you.’ Even though his girl didn’t know what that meant. He wanted to tell her either way. ‘Momma and papa love you so so much, princess.’ He croaked.

His head turned towards Rose, seeing her sleeping soundly. He looked back at his little girl. ‘Y’know, you’re named after Princess Leia. Your momma said you were feisty, and you’re a princess, so it only suited that you’d be named after her.’ He rasped out, still trying his best not to wake her. Leia wiggled a bit but, fell still once more. ‘Leia,’ he breathed out, feeling his eyes well up with emotions. He knew he was about to cry, which was odd. It had been a long time since he cried. ‘Oh, you beautiful girl.’ He squeaked, biting his lower lip to stop himself from crying.

He was happy. Euphoric. He had a little family with the woman he’d spend the rest of his life with. He had a family, a little family with his forever. A girl so sweet, so gentle and pure, something so innocent and cute. Something that he and his wife had made. He didn’t know why but he felt a sudden protectiveness over their new born. He vowed to protect his wife, and now that their baby was here, he’d vow to protect her too.

‘Momma and papa love you, we love you.’ He assured Leia, leaning down to kiss her forehead once again. ‘We’ll protect you, till the end of time.’

At times Austin would stand over the crib of their daughter, holding his hand to her. Her small delicate fragile hand would hold onto his thumb. He’d say sweet things under his breath while Rose would watch. Once Leia would fall asleep, he’d kneel down beside the crib to watch her.

After a few minutes, he’d walk back to Rose. Kiss her cheek and Rose would ask him to sit on the bed with her, to which he would. With his arm over her waist, her head against his shoulder. Their hands had intertwined. ‘You’ll be a fantastic father Austin.’ She looked up at him sweetly. Brought her hand up to his face to make her look at her. His gray eyes deeply looked into hers longingly, and she returned the gaze. ‘So don’t worry okay? We’ll be happy. We’ll be a happy family.’ Then, she brought her lips to his. Kissing him.

When they both pulled away from each other, Austin spoke to her softly. ‘I’ll protect you Rose, I promise. You and Leia. I’ll protect our family. I swear.’

‘I know.’ Rose didn’t doubt her husband for one moment. ‘I know my love. I know.’

—

Austin stared at his necklace, nibbling his lower lip. He inhaled sharply, clearing his throat. Turning his head towards the living room, he heard squealing in the background. Leia had been playing with Fredrick and Serpent. The trio were playing tag, with Serpent barking whenever he got tagged, slipping on the wooden floor.

Leia running around trying to chase Fredrick. Only to jump into his arms and exclaim, “I caught you Freddie!” With a bright grin on her face.

“Aw! Looks like ya got me, ma’am!” He complained.

Austin smirked, shaking his head. He looked back at his necklace, clipping it back around his neck. “Yeah, she is beautiful, Rose… she’s the most beautiful thing in this universe.” He kissed his wedding ring, getting off the chair to walk over to the trio, joining in on the fun.

Those were all memories now. Memories that Austin clung onto.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

A Chuisle Mo Chroi (Pulse of My Heart) | Ralvez

A Chuisle Mo Chroi (pronounced Mu Kooish-La Mu Kree) Irish term for Pulse of my Heart.

Summary - Spencer chronicles his unrequited love for his best friend in the form of letters to his mom. But when she meets the person Spencer has detailed to her, what happens when she inadvertently confesses her son's feelings for him?

A/N - Yes I mixed up the timeline. Just pretend the episode “300” happened after the episode “Luke”. Prison arc didn’t happen but Spencer’s mom was still moved to DC and Spencer still starts teaching. Also I don’t speak Irish. I googled terms of endearment from around the world and enjoyed this one the most. Thank you my darling @sassymoon for being my beta!

Anon request - Hi! Since you opened your requests I wanted to ask if you could write a sweet fluff fic/blurb for Spencer x Luke with them confessing their feelings and maybe having their first kiss? ❤️

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

Category - fluff

CW - unrequited love, pinning Spencer, references to 1406 “Luke” and 1401 “300”, a single F-bomb, case related stuff, bisexual Spencer, first kiss.

WC - 5.4K

Spencer Reid loathed the term momma’s boy. Sure, he was close to his mom, when you grew up without a dad you clung to what you had left. Even if his mom didn’t recognise him half of the time, she was the only person in the whole world who understood him. When she was lucid at least.

Throughout high school all the much older kids had always referred to him as such due to the fact he spent so much time at home. What they didn’t know was that he spent all that time at home because he was looking after his mother. But he never told them as much, he’d rather them call him that than admit the truth to them. 

When he moved to Virginia to join the BAU he wrote her a letter every single day. He told her everything, all the ins and out of the team, vague case details without getting graphic. He documented his meals, what books he’d read and everything else he could jam onto the page. 

Over time life got in the way. His letters started becoming weekly, then monthly until the point when he’d forget the last time he’d put pen to paper and sent his mother one of the letters she loved so much. 

He had to make more of an effort. She adored his letters, it allowed her to feel like she was there with him, embarking on his adventures alongside him. Spencer often thought they might be her last tangible grip on reality. So regardless of how tired he was, how busy he was, he ensured he would try to sit down at least once a week and write his mother a letter. 

As of late his letters had revolved mostly around one topic, giving Spencer the opportunity to get his feelings out on paper so as to never have to admit them out loud. He was sure he’d written research papers shorter than the letters he was penning these days, and he was sure given his moms declining mental state she wasn’t reading them and if she was, she would surely not remember anything he had to say in those pages. 

It was cathartic, almost like keeping a journal. He found the words flowed so easily when he had that particular subject matter on his mind. 

We were on a case in New York this week, as usual I won’t go into detail. We caught the guy though, you’ll be pleased to know. 

On the second day we were in the police precinct in Central Park and we both went to reach for a case file at the same time. Their hand brushed against mine and I swear I heard fireworks going off somewhere. Which is absurd because it was the middle of the day and of course there weren’t fireworks going off. But it happens a lot. 

When they look at me I’m sure I can feel my IQ level drop in half. When they smile at me it’s like the whole world lights up. And those accidental touches make my heart race and make me feel giddy. 

I know I’ve spent a lot of time in these letters talking about them recently and I’m sorry if it’s boring you. But I think I’m falling in love, mom, and I don’t know who else to talk to about it. Scratch that, I am in love and that terrifies me because they don’t look at me that way. 

They’re one of my best friends, my teammate. I don’t even know if they like…it doesn’t matter. I just know I should not be feeling this way about them and I have to get these thoughts out of my head. I’m sure you’re not even reading these so you’ll never know anyway, but I feel lighter for having written it down. But just in case you do read these, I’m too scared to say their name. 

Most letters read in the same vein. Spencer’s unrequited love was clouding his brain, causing him to be slower at making deductions and he feared it would hinder his work. Writing down his inane thoughts helped. Even if no one was reading them. 

***

Hey mom, 

Me again. We got back from a case in Ohio yesterday and Rossi invited us all over his place. 

You know me, I’m not a big drinker, I had two glasses of wine but that was enough for me. Also I don’t trust myself around them when alcohol is involved, inebriation would loosen my tongue and I’m worried about what I might say. Those kinds of confessions are only for my letters. 

They had quite a bit to drink though, I was watching them. I’m always watching them, it’s like I can’t stop myself. But I swear every time I looked up at them, they were looking right back at me smiling. 

They even found me on the back patio while I was getting some air. 

“Hey Spence, what are you doing out here?” 

That’s what they said. There’s something about people calling me by nicknames that makes my heart soar. There’s no scientific data to back that up, love is all in the brain not the heart. It’s simply my brain releasing oxytocin and vasopressin, giving me a surge of positive emotions every time I see them. 

Or hear them call me Spence. 

“Just getting some air.” I told them, trying to ignore the way they were looking at me.

I don’t know how to describe it, it was like they were seeing me for the first time, really seeing me. It was as though the alcohol actually helped them see clearer, the way they looked at me, I just can’t describe it. But for a split second, I actually believed they might feel the same about me. Of course that was completely foolish of me to think but just for a moment I allowed myself to succumb to the fantasy. 

“I uh…I wanted to talk to you about something.” 

When they said that and stepped closer to me, I’m sure I saw a hint of nerves in their eyes and my breath caught in my throat. But then it got even stranger. 

“Oh, you’ve got something…let me.” 

Then they reached forward and brushed something off of my cheek. We’ve touched accidentally before but I think that might be the first time they’ve done it deliberately. I wish I could accurately describe to you the way their fingertips felt as they brushed against my skin but I’m not sure there are enough words in the English language. Or in any of the other languages I can speak. 

There is a saying I recently learnt which comes close. It’s an Irish term “a chuisle mo chroi” which essentially translates to “pulse of my heart.” That’s what they feel like. They are a part of what keeps me alive. It’s the only thing I know how to say in Irish, but it seemed fitting. 

Anyway, they never did get to tell me what it was they wanted to say because someone else joined us on the patio and soon we all called it a night. 

I’ll never forget the look in their eyes though. 

All my love,

Spencer

***

Hey mom,

Another letter for you. I realised recently I’ve spent so much time talking to you about a certain person and I don’t remember the last time I asked you how you were doing. I’m sorry for that. How are you? How is Bennington? I hope to get time to visit you soon. 

We had a pretty rough case recently, one that affected someone on the team personally. I won’t give you a prize for guessing who. 

I’ve never seen them like this before, I was genuinely scared they would do something to jeopardise their place on the team. They lost an old friend in the process and I’m scared it might tip them over the edge, that there may be no coming back from this for them. 

It’s not my job to comfort them though, as much as I wish it was. I’m sitting here at my desk after everyone else has left for the night writing this letter so I don’t go after them. Because they already have a person to be their shoulder to cry on, and it isn’t me. 

I think I’ve failed to tell you that before and maybe I just didn’t think it was necessary or maybe it was a deliberate choice, I’m not sure. They already have their own a chuisle mo chroi which makes my feelings even more redundant. 

Thus far I’ve done a really good job at not allowing myself to dwell on these feelings except for when I write you these letters. But lately they’ve started to consume me and I don’t know how to make it stop.

They are all I think about. When I’m at home alone, I imagine what they are doing and it makes me sad. They’re probably cooking dinner for their partner, maybe cuddled up on the couch watching a movie or maybe even in bed…I won’t finish that trail of thought. 

It hurts me to see them everyday and know they will never be mine. I value our friendship too much to risk losing it all over these feelings I have for them but I worry those feelings are slowly destroying my soul. They’re right there, right in front of me and I can’t have them. I never will. They will never be mine. 

I’m sorry about this. If you’re reading these I hope my words don’t make you worry. I’m fine, really, I’m just having a hard time right now. But I’ll be ok, I always bounce back don’t I? 

I love you mom, speak soon. 

Spencer 

***

Hey mom,

Sorry I haven’t written in a while, things got really crazy. I won’t go into detail because I don’t want you to worry about me but…

…you aren’t reading these letters, I know you’re not. So I suppose it doesn’t really matter if I go into detail. 

I was abducted. Kidnapped. We arrested a cult leader and failed to see that one of his disciples worked for the FBI. She took Garcia, and I tried to save her, because you taught me to be the kind of man that does that. But it resulted in her taking me too.

If you are, on the off chance, reading these, I need you to know I’m ok. I’ve got some bruises but I’m mostly ok. If it wasn’t for the team I might not have been, the cult wanted to make me their three hundredth victim. 

For as long as I live, I will never forget the way they looked at me after I was unstrapped and helped down the steps. They ran to me, panic written all over their face and if I didn’t know any better I might actually think they had tears in their eyes. 

“Oh my god, you’re ok.” 

They sounded as worried as they looked and then their hand was on the side of my face, gently stroking my bruised cheek. 

“I thought…I didn’t think…” 

It was as though they physically couldn’t get the words out. I was so hyped on the adrenaline of coming close to death that I didn’t realise it until later. 

“I’m ok. I’m ok.” I assured them although I’m not sure why I was doing the assuring. 

And then they flung their arms around my neck and pulled me so close, held me so tightly for a moment I couldn’t breathe. I was so close I could feel their erratic heartbeat and they buried their face into my neck and panted against my skin. 

For a second I was dumbfounded. I just stood there frozen. But eventually I wrapped my arms around their waist relished in the moment because I knew it wouldn’t last. And as expected, a few seconds later we were torn apart by someone calling our names. 

Is it wrong that I’d go through that whole ordeal again just to get them to hold me like that one more time? Is it so utterly absurd to say that almost dying was worth it because having them embrace me like that erased all of the fear?

I felt safe, mom. In their arms I felt safer than I’ve ever felt before. But it only hurt worse when they let go and pretended nothing had happened, following the rest of the team away. 

Unrequited love is the worst feeling in the whole world. You’d think I could handle it given everything I’ve been through. But honestly, I think it’s worse than anything any unsub has ever done to me. I really don’t know how more I can take, mom. 

I don’t know if I can keep working with them and being in love with them. 

Love always,

Spencer 

***

Hey mom, 

You’ll be pleased to know I’m feeling a little better since my last letter. It’s been a few months I know, and I know I promised I’d write every week and I’m sorry. 

I thought my writing down my feelings was helping but it started having the opposite effect. I decided to take a little time away from the BAU after everything that happened with the cult. I came to an agreement with the bureau to split my time between case hours and teaching classes at the university. I’m doing much better, my head is clearer and I’m not pining quite as much as I was the last time I wrote to you. 

It’s still hard sometimes but I’ve learnt to live with the fact the object of my desire will never love me back. We remain friends, best friends, but that’s all it will ever be. And I’m ok with that. It’s just how it was meant to be. 

I’ll come and visit you soon, I have more free time when I’m teaching. I’ll be sure to bring you some books and there’s a great little cafe I’ve discovered near the university that sells the best…

“Hey man, what are you doing?” 

A voice snapped Spencer away from his trail of thought and he lifted the pen from the paper and looked up to see Luke Alvez standing over his desk. 

“Oh, just writing to my mom.” He quickly scrambled to hide the letter from prying eyes even though most people struggled to read his chicken scratch, as Garcia dubbed it. 

“Isn’t she living in DC now? I thought you said-“

“Yeah she is.” Spencer cut him off, stuffing the paper in his satchel. “But I uh…I forget all the things I want to say to her when I visit so I like to write it down.” 

Luke was smiling at him, the kind of smile that Spencer often found himself lost in. The kind of smile he’d spent hours writing about in great detail to his mom. 

“I’d like to meet her.” He leant against Spencer’s desk, seemingly not in a hurry to go anywhere. 

“You would? Why?” Spencer frowned which made Luke chuckle. 

“You talk about her so much I already feel like I know her. It would be nice to meet the woman behind the genius.” 

Spencer didn’t think having his mom meet Luke was a good idea. Although even if she read his letters and remembered them, he’d never specified who he was talking about. But his mom knew him so well, surely if she saw the two of them together she’d be able to tell exactly how Spencer felt about Luke. Spencer wasn’t known for his subtlety. And even in her less lucid moments, Diana Reid was extremely astute. 

But nonetheless Spencer found himself nodding. 

“Uh…ok. Sure. I guess that wouldn’t be a problem.” He frowned a little. “I’m going to see her this weekend if we don’t get pulled away somewhere.” 

“I’m in.” Luke beamed brighter than Spencer had ever seen. 

“You uh…you don’t have plans with Lisa?” 

Luke chuckled, leaning forward and patting Spencer’s shoulder. 

“I know you’re not here all the time, Doc, but have you been living under a rock? Lisa and I split up months ago.” 

Spencer hated the way his heart seemed to do somersaults in his chest at this. How had he missed that? Had he been so consumed in the overwhelming unrequited love he was feeling that he’d completely missed what was going on around him? 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Spencer hoped his voice didn’t give away how unsorry he was. 

“It’s ok, these things happen. She wasn’t a, uh, good fit for me.” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke but Spencer didn’t know why. He chose to ignore it. “You heading out?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Spencer nodded, grabbing up his things and shutting off his computer before following Luke over to the elevators. 

And he only had a handful of heart palpitations in the process.

***

The weekend rolled around without a case and as promised, Luke accompanied Spencer to visit his mom. 

Spencer made a point of not hanging out with Luke outside of work, not unless the rest of the team were involved anyway. Over the years Luke had asked Spencer to grab a beer with him on multiple occasions but Spencer always made up an excuse as to why he couldn’t go. 

He knew it was only due to the fact that he was the only other guy on the team around the same age as Luke. Although that did offer up some confusion as to why he still asked even after Simmons joined the team. Maybe because Matt was married with kids, Spencer didn’t have anyone to go home to, much like Luke, until he’d met Lisa anyway. And once he met her, the invitations stopped coming. 

Luke picked Spencer up at ten am on the dot, just like they’d planned, he even brought Spencer coffee from his favourite coffee shop down the street with the perfect amount of sugar. If he wasn’t already smitten with this man, he would have been now. 

Luke drove and they listened to the radio as they travelled to Diana’s facility, giving Spencer something to focus on that wasn’t the close proximity to Luke he found himself in. They made idle chit chat, it wasn’t lost on Luke how Spencer wouldn’t look at him. 

When they pulled up in the parking lot of Diana’s facility, Luke cut the engine and turned to face the younger man. 

“Does this make you uncomfortable? If you don’t want me to meet her I can just wait in the car.” Luke questioned him. 

“No, no I can’t ask you to do that after you’ve driven me out here.” Spencer shook his head.

“I don’t mind. It’s nice to actually spend some time with you outside of work.” Luke felt his cheeks burning as he spoke. 

Spencer frowned, noticing the way Luke reddened although he wasn’t sure why. 

“I’m just worried what state she might be in. I don’t want you to meet her if she’s erratic. And as of late she’s been like that quite a lot. She barely even knows who I am half of the time.” Spencer changed the subject. 

“How about I come in with you and I’ll hang back while you see how she is. If she’s not in a good state I’ll wait in the car.” Luke’s blush faded and he smiled at Spencer. 

“Yeah, I guess that works.” He nodded, quickly getting out of his seatbelt and exiting the car. 

Luke followed him across the parking lot and up the front steps of the building. He noticed the way Spencer clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides as he walked and it only then occurred to him what this must be like for him. It must take its toll, never knowing what state he would find his mother in, never knowing if his own mom would recognise him until it was too late. 

Luke prayed in his head that today his mother would know who he was. He didn’t want Spencer to suffer that embarrassment with him here to witness it. 

Spencer went on ahead into the day room while Luke hung back. He’d never been overly religious, not the way his parents were anyway, but what took place next might just make a believer out of him after all. 

He watched Spencer tentatively approach the woman Luke recognised from the photograph on his desk. She was in an armchair in the window, her head in a book so much like her son. She looked up when she heard movement, looking up at the man standing before her. A few seconds passed before she suddenly leapt to her feet, throwing her arms around Spencer.

“Spencer!” Luke heard her call. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” 

The size of the smile that broke out in Luke’s face could only be beaten by Spencer’s own. Spencer hugged his mother back while Luke watched, his heart feeling like it was floating out of his body. When the hug ended, Spencer turned to Luke with a smile and motioned him over. 

“Mom, this is my friend Luke. Luke Alvez. We work together at the BAU.” Spencer tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible as he introduced Luke. 

“It’s so nice to meet you Mrs Reid, I’ve heard so many things about you.” Luke held out his hand which Diana shook. 

“Luke…” she mused as the three of them took a seat. “I’m sure Spencer has told me about you but the name doesn’t ring a bell.” 

“Sure it does mom, I’ve told you about the whole team.” Spencer hated using his mothers memory loss to his advantage because she was right, he’d never mentioned Luke, not by name anyway. 

“Well if you say you have, you must have.” She gave Spencer a look that told him she didn’t believe him. 

“How are you finding it here in DC?” Luke spoke, sensing a strange tension between mother and son and trying to ease it. 

“Oh you know, dear, a nuthouse is a nuthouse, no matter the city.”

“They prefer the term psychiatric facility, mom.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

A nurse came over and offered them drinks. Diana opted for chamomile tea, they didn’t encourage coffee drinking for the residents, while Spencer and Luke both took the caffeine route. Once the three of them were alone, Spencer spoke again. 

“This is the best I’ve seen you in a long time. You seem…clear.” He said for lack of a better word.

“I feel clear.” Diana nodded with a soft smile that Luke thought was the spitting image of her sons. “The doctors say it won’t last but it’s a nice reprieve.” 

“I can only imagine.” Spencer sniffed a little and Luke couldn’t help but reach out and place his hand on his arm. 

Spencer turned to look at him, unshed tears behind his eyes. Diana looked between them, a small smirk tugging at her lips as she watched the way her son and Luke looked at each other. 

“Friends you say?” Diana spoke up, causing Luke to quickly pull his hand away. 

“Yes.” Spencer nodded, swallowing thickly. Really good friends.”

“Some might even say best friends.” Diana shook her head in amusement. “Sorry my memory is not what it used to be. So you met at work?”

“Yeah, I’ve been at the BAU for almost three years now.” Luke answered. 

“What did you do before?” 

“Mom, it’s not the Spanish Inquisition.” Spencer scolded her. 

“It’s ok.” Luke laughed with a shake of his head. “Before the BAU I worked for the Fugitive Task Force, man hunting I suppose. And before that I was in the military, the 75th Rangers.”

“You served overseas?” 

“Yeah, I did a tour in Iraq and a couple in Afghanistan.” 

“Your father was a soldier.” Diana didn’t ask, she stated. She always had been good at reading people. 

“He was, yes.” Luke smiled, so many things about Spencer making so much sense now he’d met his mother. 

“Ok, can we stop grilling my friend now?” Spencer interjected. 

“It’s not grilling, Crash, it’s getting to know him. He’s clearly important to you.” Diana spoke like she was speaking to a small child. 

Spencer couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks and he tried to hide it from Luke and looked down at his lap. 

“Yeah he’s important to me, he’s my friend.” He emphasised the last word. 

“Do you know you’re the first “friend” Spencer has ever brought to meet me?” She used air quotes around the word friend and Spencer wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Mom!” He cried in exasperation. 

“What? It’s true.” She shrugged, not perturbed by Spencer’s tone. 

Thankfully their drinks were brought over and Spencer managed to direct the conversation onto literature and what she’d been reading lately. 

Luke took a backseat just content to listen. Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with him anymore and Luke didn’t know why. He thought he was missing something but he just couldn’t pinpoint what. 

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After a few hours of conversation with Diana she started to get tired and the boys decided to let her rest. Spencer excused himself to use the bathroom before the drive back into the city. 

Once they were alone together, Diana’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Luke. 

“So you must be the one.” She clapped her hands together in excitement. 

“The one?” Luke’s brows knitted together. 

“The one in Spencer’s letters!” She looked so pleased, not deterred by Luke’s obvious confusion. “Oh I must have hundreds of them detailing this mystery person. But it has to be you. You’re the best friend my son is in love with.” 

Luke felt his breath hitch in his throat as he stared at the older woman in shock. The combination of the schizophrenia and altzeimers often made her confused, that’s all this was. Luke just had to be delicate in how he approached this, not wanting to call her crazy to her face. 

“Uh…I don’t think so.” He tried to laugh it off. “Maybe you’re mistaken?”

“Oh no, Spencer is very clear in his letters about being in love with his best friend. A member of the team.” She leant forward, her elbows on her knees. 

“Uh…he might be talking about JJ. Definitely not me.” Luke shook his head. 

“My son is incredibly smart.”

“He is.” Luke agreed. 

“If he were talking about a woman he would have said she. But in every single letter he used gender neutral pronouns. He wouldn’t do that unless…” she trailed off, eyes sparkling at Luke. 

“Spencer isn’t…I uh, I don’t think that he’s…” he scratched the back of his neck. 

“Don’t worry, dear. He never came out to me either. But a mother always knows.” She tapped the side of her nose. 

Before Luke could reply, not that he knew how to reply, Spencer returned, offering Luke a smile. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

“Yeah, sure.” Luke nodded, pushing himself to his feet. “It was nice to meet you Mrs Reid.” 

“Oh please,” she smirked, standing and pulling Luke into a tight embrace. “Call me Diana.” 

Spencer hugged his mom goodbye and soon the two were leaving again. They made it out to the front of the building and as Spencer was heading towards the parking lot, Luke’s voice stopped him in his tracks. 

“Your mom told me about your letters.” 

Spencer’s back straightened and he took a breath before he slowly turned back to face Luke. 

“Letters?” He tried to buy himself some time. 

“Yeah.” Luke took a few steps closer to him. “The ones where you told her about your best friend who you're in love with.” 

“Ah.” Spencer sighed. “Those letters.” 

“I tried to tell her it was probably just JJ.” Luke looked suddenly serious, his jaw set. 

“Uh yeah.” Spencer nodded. “You got me. I’m in love with JJ. Really awkward, please don’t tell anyone.” 

Spencer turned to leave again but then Luke’s hand was circling his wrist, keeping him in place. 

“You didn’t use gender specific pronouns.” 

“So?” 

“So why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know.” Spencer shook his head. It was no wonder Luke was so good at getting criminals to confess to their crimes because he was making Spencer want to confess too. 

“Yeah, you do.” Luke shrugged. “You never told me you were gay.” 

“I…I’m…not?” Spencer sighed, scrunching his nose. “Bisexual maybe? I don’t really know what I’d call it, which I guess is why I’ve never told anyone.” 

“So you’re in love with a guy, who is your best friend and that you work with?” Luke clarified. 

“It would seem so.” Spencer felt his heart start to race. “And I inadvertently outed myself to my mother and then to you. So it’s a good day to be me.” 

“I mean that only leaves three people.” Luke’s brow furrowed. “You’re not that close to Matt, and I would think Rossi was too old for you.” 

“Would you believe me at all if I said it was Anderson?” 

“Your mom didn’t know my name.” Luke seemed to ignore him, stepping even closer to him. “Your mom didn’t know my name because you never mentioned it did you? You spoke about me but never said my name.” 

“Fuck,” Spencer hung his head. “Fine, the secrets out, ok? God I didn’t even think she was reading those letters!”

Luke swallowed and raised his hand to cup Spencer’s jaw, lifting his face so he would look at him. 

“What are you trying to say, Spence?” 

Spencer tried to ignore the way his heart did a cartwheel at the way Luke was touching him and the use of his nickname. 

“Please just keep in mind that I don’t want to lose you ok? You’re one of my best friends and I don’t want things to be weird between us.” Tears swam in his eyes. 

“Just say it.” Luke croaked. 

“I…goddamnit,” his first tear fell. “I’m in love with you, Luke. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” Luke kept his hand on Spencer’s face. 

“Because I just ruined our friendship, right?” 

Luke surprised him when he laughed, moving even closer still to him. 

“You know you aren’t the only one who talks to their mom about their secret crush?” Luke chuckled with a shake of his head. “Only I’m not shy in mentioning his name.” 

“You…I…I don’t understand.” Spencer mumbled. 

“Yes you do.” Luke laughed again. “You’re a genius right?” 

“Quantifiably.” 

“Well then, what are the facts telling you, Spence? All those times I asked you out for drinks, the way I can’t keep my eyes off of you when you’re in a room. The way I can’t stop looking at your lips right now…” Luke inhaled sharply. “What do those things tell you?” 

“I…I have a theory.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Hmm.” Spencer nodded. 

“Wanna test it out?” 

“Most definitely.” 

Luke chuckled again before closing the small space between them, and still keeping his hand cupped around Spencer’s jaw, he kissed him. 

Spencer whimpered against Luke’s lips, his knees buckling beneath him. The kiss was gentle but filled with so much longing it almost took Spencer’s breath away. 

It was only brief and when Luke pulled away he was smiling at Spencer from ear to ear. 

“I love you too, by the way.” He shrugged. 

Spencer made another whimpering sound and couldn’t help himself but lean in and kiss Luke again, slightly deeper this time. Luke wrapped him in his arms and held him close. 

“A chuisle mo chroi.” Spencer mumbled against his lips. 

“What is that?” Luke replied. 

“It’s Irish. Don’t worry about it.” 

Luke chuckled, kissing him again before leaning his forehead against Spencer’s. 

“Mi vida.” Luke whispered, stroking back Spencer’s messy hair. 

“I speak Spanish, you know? Mi vida means my life, romantically speaking.” 

“Of course you do.” Luke’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

Spencer let out a small sigh, running his fingers up Luke’s strong bicep, over his shoulder blade and over the base of his neck. 

“A chuisle mo chroi. The pulse of my heart.” He confessed, causing Luke to kiss him once more, so passionately Spencer felt as though he was floating. 

From the window, Diana smiled to herself as she watched the two men on the sidewalk, her heart soaring for her son. She continued to watch for a moment or two, a warm, fuzzy feeling enveloping her as she leant against the window frame and whispered to herself, “A mother always knows.” 

[n4talia-chaparro]

May I request a small fanfic with Harold and Heidi sibling fluff?

Sure thing although I'm very bad at writing and I might end up making it terrible-- it may be rushed or poorly made so. I apologize if I wrote the fanfic terribly.

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🩷 • Summary: Heidi took her favorite stuffed animal to school and accidentally lost it. Luckily Harold found the stuffed animal for her.

🍰 • Total words: 1,491 (?)

🍓 • Warning: cringe writing, terrible grammar, etc.

It was a good Monday, Harold woke up around 6:40 and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and change. However, he didn't sleep well for some odd reason, but he shrugged as he looked at the mirror. He began washing his face and head to his room to organize his backpack.

Meanwhile, he was hearing his sister talking in her room. Harold slowly opened the door to check what she was doing.

His sister was talking to her favorite stuffed animal, "Ms. Kitty".

Heidi places the cat plush on her bed, facing away from her.

Heidi: "Okay Ms. Kitty, I'm ready to take you to school--"

Heidi paused for a moment, waiting for a response from the stuffed cat.

A beat of silence

Heidi: "Of course, it's gonna be fun, Ms. Kitty!”

The plush seems to stare, questioning the girl.

Heidi: "Come on, I'm very sure the school isn't that bad."

Harold walked into the room with confusion.

Harold: "Heidi what are you doing?? You're supposed to get ready for school."

Heidi: "Sowwy. I just wanna take Ms. Kitty with me." She replied, holding her stuffed cat.

Harold: "I don't think you're allowed to bring toys to school," he said. "Do you remember what happened last week when you took my water gun without my permission and got caught using it?"

His sister started to remember it. It was fun shooting the kids with water and getting wet from all that water shooting but unfortunately, Mr. Krupp wasn't happy with Heidi's behavior and took the water gun away from her as a punishment.

Why of course Heidi was too young to understand the school rules especially because she's in kindergarten and doesn't know how strict the principal is.

Heidi nodded her head.

Heidi: "Yeah I remember! That principle was a meanie!"

Harold: "Heidi..."

Heidi: "Oh oh! Momma is making breakfast! Let's go Ms. Kitty!"

She ran out of the room with her stuffed animal, leaving Harold behind.

Harold sighed and when downstairs before he gets ready to leave the house.

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Few minutes passed and they finally went inside the school. After all, Harold needed to go inside the classroom before the bell rings. Heidi was still holding her stuffed cat with her.

Her brother looked at her making sure she doesn't do anything stupid like last time. He stopped walking once he found her classroom and glanced his sister.

Harold: "Hey Heidi, you don't mind if I keep your plushie with me?" He asked.

Heidi: "No," she said.

Harold: "But you're gonna end up losing your plushie if you get caught playing with it!" He explained.

Heidi hugged her stuffed animal tightly, refusing to listen to Harold.

Heidi: "Hmph.."

Harold: "You don't wanna lose her, right? Just give me Ms. Kitty and I promise I'm gonna take care of her."

Heidi: "No!"

She shook her head.

Harold couldn't blame her though, she's only younger than him, and well...she is still learning. Harold crossed his arms, thinking if it was a good idea to let her keep Ms. Kitty but he had no choice but to let her keep the stuffed animal.

Harold: "Alright. Do what you want, I can't stop you. But please do NOT leave your plushie alone." He said.

Heidi: "Yay!"

Harold: "Just make sure to keep her inside your backpack or somewhere hidden."

Unfortunately, his sister already went to class without letting her brother finish talking. Harold rolled his eyes, knowing how she is whenever she doesn't wanna listen to him.

'Girls these days...'

he said to himself as he went to his classroom, hoping his best friend George is there too. Probably hoping the day goes fast like last Friday.

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Finally, it was 2:59 PM and the kids were getting ready to get their stuff to return home.

Harold and George were walking to their lockers and holding their comics.

George: "I cannot believe we just earn 20 dollars for selling these comics!" He said with a smile.

Harold wasn't paying attention lately. He has been worried about something. George quickly noticed that.

George: "Harold?"

Harold: "O-oh yeah I'm listening." He replied.

George: "Dude you have been worried since morning. What's bothering you?"

Harold: "I don't know man! I don't like being too protective around Heidi. She has been obsessed with that stuffed animal ever since my mom brought that on her birthday. It's weird."

George: "Ohhh. That toy? Oh jeez man, trust me all the girls are obsessed with that thing. It's so annoying." He said while he was packing his backpack.

Harold: "Really? No wonder why I couldn't sleep well. She has been singing that same music over and over!"

His friend wasn't wrong. Probably most girls like stuff like those nowadays, you know the generation is always changing, what else could we say?

Speaking of Heidi and her "obsession" with Ms. Kitty, Harold just found out he completely forgot to pick up his sister from kindergarten.

Harold: "Oh shoot! I forgot I have to pick Heidi from kindergarten!"

George: "Don't worry man, I'm sure you don't mind if I help you out, right?"

Harold: "Oh sure thanks."

The boys went to the kindergarten where Harold left Heidi in the morning. He noticed his sister isn't outside of her classroom. This is odd because Heidi would always stand outside to wait for her big brother to show up and pick her up. Harold opened the door, the classroom was empty. Turns out all the kindergarteners left except for Heidi who was sitting on the carpet all alone with her backpack.

Harold: "Heidi?" He said, being outside of the classroom waiting for her to come out

Heidi slowly stood up, walking over to the open door while fidgeting with her hands. Harold saw her sister, who came out of her classroom all gloomy. Her face was puffy, cheek stained with tears, hiccuping, sniffling, and trying to catch her breath.

The big brother began crouching to face his sister. He was very concerned.

Harold: "Heidi? What happened?"

The soft tone and genuine concern Harold was showing only made Heidi more sad, making her only tear up more.

At this point, George had turned his concern toward Heidi too.

Harold: "Is something upsetting you? Do you want to go home?"

Heidi could only shake her head as she hiccuped out a little sob.

Harold: "No? Then what's wrong?"

It was difficult for Harold to understand her, but Heidi finally got herself to speak.

Heidi: "I lost Ms. Kitty and-- I can't find her!" She said, still crying.

Harold: "Ms. Kitty???"

At first, he thought it was a real animal until he began realizing Heidi was referring to her favorite stuffed animal.

Harold: "O-ohh...is that why you seem all sad?"

Heidi nodded, wiping her tears with her arms although more just came pouring out. Harold sighed.

Harold: "This is exactly what I meant when I said do NOT bring your plushie to school..."

Heidi: "But I just wanted to play with Ms. Kitty! I want Ms. Kitty back! Im sowwy..!"

Harold: "Shh it's okay calm down."

Harold rubbed his sister's back, trying to get her crying to slow down.

Heidi: "mm..."

Heidi soon stopped crying and Harold sit her down next to George. Which yeah. There was a bench in the hallway next to the other classroom.

Harold: "I'll go find Ms. Kitty, okay? Just stay with George."

He went all around the school to find his sister's favorite stuffed animal, especially around the hallways.

He checked Krupp's office, he checked the trashcans, the bathrooms, the staffroom, under the tables, entering every classroom to check, everywhere. No stuffed animal were spotted.

It was very stressful for Harold but he then realized he forgot to check the playground. He went behind the school where the playroom was. It was very empty as an unfilled tank. Harold started to go around the playground to find it, eventually the stuffed animal was inside of the slide.

He sighed, grabbing it and walking back to were he left Heidi and George.

Harold: "Look who I found!"

Harold smiled as he give Heidi her favorite stuffed animal.

Heidi: "Yay! Ms. Kitty! Thanks bwig bwouther!"

She began hugging Ms. Kitty, George glanced at his friend.

George: "Wow man...she is obsessed with that plushie huh?"

Harold: "I can't blame her though. That's her favorite."

George: "yeeaahh..." he said awkwardly. "So wanna go buy ice cream? I think the ice cream store is open until 10."

Harold: "Sure thing!"

Heidi: "yey! Bwig bwouther can Ms. Kitty go with us?"

Harold softly smiles at her.

Harold: "Sure thing" He nodded his head.

Heidi: "Yipee-"

Harold was holding Heidi's hand gently.

The three of them went out of the school and headed to the ice cream store. Finally a normal day. Heidi learned her small lesson and tried her best to keep her stuff safe even tho her brother will always help her find stuff.

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Finally- I finish writing jssnsn I hope you enjoy it- if it's very bad then pls let me know- I'd appreciate if you let me know if I ever miss anything or made it bad-

[dominimoonbeam]

Keeping the Hat

Thanks to @gremlin-writes-angst for sending me the tiktok bull riding clip ages ago that lived on in my brain until @taelonsamada had to find me the clip again because I couldn’t stop thinking about it for Sam/Darlin... It is now a fluffy hot fanfic.

Thank you world. <3

tags:...huh. innuendo? sexiness? do those count? dude, i usually write such triggery shit that i think this is clean. is it clean? MOMMA DID I WRITE CLEAN?

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“We should rent this place out for your birthday.”

“I’m never tellin you when my birthday is, Darlin.”

“Will will tell me…”

“Don’t call him Will.”

“He said I could.”

“He was being polite,” Sam had to try to keep a hard expression. Really, he loved that William had been so friendly with Darlin. It meant a lot to him that he’d made sure Darlin felt comfortable and welcome in their spaces.

This, unfortunately, was not one of those spaces.

He’d let Darlin pick their date location and was regretting it deeply. They’d managed to find the only cowboy bar in Dahlia and were more than a little proud that it had a mechanical bull. The club was loud, the dancefloor packed and the bar crowded.

He sipped his beer and narrowed his eyes at his Darlin again. The hat had really put things over the edge. Where had they even gotten a cowboy hat? And what had possessed them to put it on?

Darlin grinned back. “You like it.”

He shook his head and took another sip to hide a treacherous smirk. It wasn’t that he liked it, so much as he loved Darlin and that weird playful side of theirs they only seemed to show a few people. And few was being generous.

When their turn came up for the mechanical bull, Sam groaned. “It’s not as easy as it looks…” he warned.

Darlin gasped. “I knew you’d done it before!”

Sam rolled his eyes.

Darlin practically bounced with excitement, reaching peak mischief when they climbed up onto the padded leather seat of the bull. Sam moved closer, standing at the railing and raising an eyebrow. His heart jumped a little when the bull started moving and all that bravado seeped from Darlin, replaced by surprise and the very clear, “oh shit, what did I get myself into” look that he’d come to be so familiar with.

They practically white-knuckled the horn, hanging on for dear life even though it was just starting.

He saw the moment they’d had enough—all steam for mischief gone—and were about five seconds from climbing off.

Sam handed his beer to a stranger and hopped over the railing. Darlin’s eyes grew at the sight of him, expression changing from questioning to awe when he grabbed the rope hanging above and climbed up onto the bull. He sat down, facing them, their thighs overlapping. He pulled their arms over his shoulders and then gently took the hat off their head and put it on his own.

“Oh shit,” Darlin exhaled, so low that no one else would hear it over the music and the voices and the machine still rocking them together.

Sam smiled, leaning in to say, “Don’t act like you’ve never ridden before, Darlin. I know for a fact you can move your hips better than that.” He settled a hand high on their thigh, his grip firm and pulling them in closer.

For an incredible stretch of minutes that Darlin was sure they would never forget, no matter how many head injuries they managed to incur over their life, it seemed that everyone else in that packed club vanished. Sam never looked away, never lost that confident smirk, his hands on them all the time. He pushed at their chest, between their collarbones, fingertips at their throat, and laid them back.

Darlin’s breath caught, staring up at the moving ceiling in that dark room. They should have been unbalanced and falling but they knew they wouldn’t—they knew he wouldn’t let them. And then he was up above them, grinning as he leaned over them. He held on to the leather-wrapped edge of the fake bull just above their head. He was straddling their hips and for a moment seemed to be riding them instead of the machine. Their pulse jumped and they knew he sensed it, his gaze flicking to their neck. Was he fantasizing about biting them? Right there? While riding that bull? In the middle of that club?

He curled a hand behind their neck and pulled them upright again, kissing them before they could ask about that look in his eyes. The kiss was deep, and they forgot they were even moving until it broke and he leaned back. He took off his hat, their hat really, and returned it. He fiddled with it for a second, getting it right. “Do you want to keep playing cowboy or do you want to go home with one?” he asked.

Darlin shivered, hoping the deep shadows in this place hid it but knowing he saw anyway. “The second option.”

He flashed another smile, his teeth longer than they should be. He reached up and grabbed the rope, easily lifting himself up and off the bull. Before Darlin could decide how the fuck to get down, he had hit the button to bring it to a stop. He leaned against the railing and waited for them. Darlin bit their lip when slid off the machine and walked to him. “I’m keeping the hat on,” they said, jumping the railing to get back to the sticky club floor.

Sam groaned a laugh and followed, hands on them and practically carrying them out of the crowd toward the exit.

[writing-and-wondering]

Just like us

Pairing: Dad!Hangman x Mom!Reader 

Warnings: Fluff, possible after effects of baby fever idk

Request: not really lol

Word Count: 1.3k

Synopsis: Inspired by this adorable video sent by @kk-18, the minute I saw it I knew what I had to do 

a/n: I’ve been in love with jake being a dad recently so have this little thing I wrote in like ten minutes <3

“Oh, your daddy is going to love this.” You say to your three month old as you button up the little flight suit that you had bought for him. Having seen it through a random ad online, you instantly knew your little man needed it and had it shipped to your house before you could even think. 

Your son squirms on the changing table as you roll up the sleeves in order to free his tiny hands, “Seems like momma got a size too big, huh?” Lifting him up to observe your work, your heart almost bursts as his feet disappear under the too long legs of the onesie, “Oh my gosh, you’re too cute.” 

Laughing at his nonsense babbles, you lay him back on the table and quickly roll up the pant legs as well, tickling his little feet as they kick around. 

Scooping him up in your arms and turning to face the mirror hanging on the wall, you hold him against your chest as his head rests on your shoulder. Rubbing his back, you smile widely at the familiar green of the onesie. 

Your baby lets out a little whine and you nod as you gently pat his back, “I was thinking it too, Bub, somethings definitely missing.” 

Making your way to the kitchen, you fish around in the box the outfit had arrived in until you find what you were looking for, “Aha!” You grab onto the tiny aviators you had ordered to go along with the little flight suit and hold them up for your son to see, “An aviator isn’t complete without their... well, their own pair of aviators.” 

You chuckle at yourself before kissing the top of your son’s head as you place him into his donut pillow. After situating him and making sure he’s comfortable, you smile as you gently brush his little blond hairs back with your thumb, “You’re going to look just like Dad, little man.” 

He smiles under your touch and it takes everything in you not to pick him up and squeeze him. Cuteness aggression is very real, and a constant battle that you find yourself finding. No complaints though, of course. 

Keeping an eye on the squirmy baby, you walk over to the kitchen island and disinfect the tiny aviators before returning to your son, “How about we try these on, hm? Would that make you happy?” 

He stills under your touch as you place the sunglasses over his eyes, his mouth forming a little o. Stepping back to fully see him, your hand comes to cover your mouth as you smile, “Oh my gosh, this- you are so cute.” 

You’re laughing as you take your phone out of your pocket and begin snapping photo after photo of your little aviator. While you’re caught up with your photo-op, you don’t hear the door open and close, announcing your husbands entrance. 

An arm sliding around your middle is what finally brings your attention away from what you believe to be the cutest thing in the world. You’re still laughing as you turn in Jake’s arms, happy tears in your eyes. 

“Now, what is going on here, Mrs. Seresin?” Jake asks as he places a hello kiss onto your lips. The hand not holding your phone wraps around his neck as you deepen the kiss before pulling back, “Oh, nothing. Just documenting the worlds most adorable aviator.”

Jake gives you a confused look, “But I just got home?”

You lightly hit his chest as you take his hand and turn him towards the baby, “Our son, you goof.” 

You watch as Jake freezes, his eyes going wide as a smile grows on his face. He’s already laughing as he reaches over and tickles his son’s belly, “What are you wearing, little man?” 

“I found it online, and just had to get it.” You say as you hug Jake from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder, “Did get it a little big, though.” 

Jake is still staring in awe at Simon, his finger held tightly in the baby’s little fist, “He’ll grow into it.” He says softly before grabbing his phone, “I gotta show the team, they’re going to love this.” 

Though you’ve already taken enough pictures to fill a photo album, Jake doubles it before sending them off to the dagger team group chat. 

You laugh as your phone begins dinging, “Dang, how many did you send, Hangman?” 

Your husband just chuckles as he places his phone on the counter before picking up his son, who had begun to fuss a little at the lack of being held, “There will be plenty more where that came from.” He says as he kisses the baby’s head that is now resting on his shoulder. 

“Oh, come here.” You take his hand in your own and lead him over to the mirror you had been looking at earlier. As you two stand in front of it with your baby in his little flight suit, your heart swells. 

Wrapping an arm around your husband’s back, you lean against him as you stare at your little family, “You two are matching.” You say softly against his shoulder, noting that Jake was still in his suit from work. He chuckles as he places a kiss to your forehead, “Just wait until we’re all in our flight suits.”

You smile and turn your head up as you kiss him, “Do you think he’ll complain about our PDA?” Jake asks against your lips. 

Chuckling, you squint at him as you pull back, “Is it really considered public if it’s in our home?” 

Jake ponders this for a second before shrugging, “Guess he’ll just have to get used to it, then.” 

“That he will.” You reach over and rub your baby’s back, “Little Si is going to be surrounded by so much love.” 

“He already is, darling.” Jake corrects softly. Smiling, you hum in agreement. 

Looking back to the mirror, you see everything that you had waited your entire life for. Hugging your husband and child tighter, you rest your head on Jake’s shoulder. 

“Do you think he’ll want to be an aviator? Like us?” Jake asks, resting his cheek against the top of your hair as he takes off the little sunglasses that Simon was beginning to fuss over. 

You run your thumb soothingly across your son’s cheek, “Not sure... but whatever he’ll be, he'll be wonderful.”

“That he will be, my dear.” Jake agrees, as a smile grows on his face, “But having him grow up to be just like us would be pretty cool, too.”

“Pretty cool, indeed.” You say as you kiss his cheek. Turning to face you and wrap his arm around you, Jake pulls you closer, little Simon sandwiched between you two. 

You fix your baby's sleeve again, his hand wrapping around your finger, “My handsome little man.” You whisper as you kiss his head. 

“What about me?” Jake asks, a playful look of hurt on his face. You roll your eyes and kiss him, “You already know what I think of you, Hangman.” 

“Do I now?” He raises an eyebrow at you. All you do is deepen the kiss, feeling all the love you have for him and your little family flowing through you. 

Your moment is interrupted as Simon lets out a loud whine. Laughing at your son’s timing, the two of you pull apart and Jake starts bouncing the little baby in order to soothe him. 

“Would you look at that, he’s already so much like you.” You comment, earning a wide eyed stare from your husband. 

“Oh, you take that back right now!” He says and reaches for you, but you’re already running out of the nursery. Jake curses and supports Simon’s head against his shoulder as he goes after you. 

Your laughs echo down the hall as he follows you, the two of you ending up on the couch with your stomachs hurting. 

☆

a/n: not me posting this and forgetting to add the taglist until hours later,, excuse me while I just-

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[lovinkiri]

See You Next week

Katsuki Bakugou x GN!Reader

Shoto Todoroki x GN!Reader

Description: Bluffing and telling their kids that they'll be gone for a week.

Author's Thoughts: Okay I had to write this cause it's so cute. Also Shoto is just such a playful father in his own way, can't tell me he wouldn't do this. Also, their children will be the children in the family headcannons I wrote for them, right here.

Warning: None, just fluff.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto loved his twins more than anything.

He loved the way his daughter Yuki stomped her feet when she couldn't have ice cream for dinner. How she had a bad habit of pointing. How she jumped up and down with joy when she got to pick the bed time story. How she giggled at every bad joke he told.

He loved how his son Natsuhiko always volunteered to go grocery shopping with you guys. How he huffed through his nostrils when he was scolded. How he always wanted to hold his sister's hand. And how he helped you to cook whenever he got the chance.

Another thing he loved was how fun it was to tease them.

"All right, I'm off to work. See you in a week."

Natsuhiko's eyebrows immediately furrowed, staring at his father with a look that practically scream "Say Sike".

Yuki, on the other hand, was more vocal. "A week?! Like a whole week?" She exclaimed, running up to your husband.

You watched as she grabbed at his pants to keep him from moving, despite the fact that he hadn't made any move to leave.

"Mhm, a week. Be good for your mother, Snowflake." He ruffled her hair, reaching over to do the same to her brother. "You too, Firefly."

Narrowing her eyes, Yuki tightened her grip. "No. Momma said if you have to go on a trip, you gotta tell us days before you go." She turned to Natsu. "Do you remember him telling us?"

He shook his head. "No. Do you, Momma?"

You covered your mouth as the two looked at you expectantly, failing to hide a smile. "No, I don't either."

Shoto smiled down at the pair. "Oh wow, you're right. I'll see you tonight then."

He crouched, pulling them into tight hugs.

"You better," Yuki hummed, trading a smile with her brother, the two believing they had outsmarted their father.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki crouched next to his daughter, an eyebrow raised. "Akari, I said I'd see you in a week."

"Okay, Daddy, I heard you. I'll see you tonight."

"... I don't think you understand."

Sighing through her nose, a habit she picked up from you at some point, she calmly sat down her crayons and turned away from her coloring book. "Daddy, I'm trying to color. Can we talk tonight?"

Reaching up to pick a crayon shaving from her blonde hair, he gave an amused smirk. "Yeah? Am I interrupting some serious business?"

She whined and sat up on her knees before falling into her father's arms. "C'moooon. You're not going for a week."

"Why not?"

"Cause you're not allowed."

Katsuki let out a chuckle, hugging her close. "Not allowed? Didn't know I was the kid here."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled. "If you leave, I'll just go marry uncle Izu's son. Or one of the IcyHot Twins."

Bakugou stood, lifting his daughter onto his arms. "Oh hell no. Can't have that, can we?"

She shook her head yawning. "Nu-uh..."

"Someone tired? Let's get you to bed for a nap. I'll still see you tonight, little pomeranian."

[kshira]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: kazutora can’t stop thinking about what his child looks like—all you’re thinking about is how much you hate him

𝐭𝐰: fem!reader, cursing, angsty? some fluff

𝐰𝐜: 2k

𝐚𝐧: i was kicking my feet while i wrote this, literally got daddy tora on my mind 24/7

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

“tell me what she looks like again, please” kazutora begs, chasing chifuyu around the pet store, practically cornering him against the animal cages until the poor man gives him a description of his daughter.

“i’ve already told you five times, dude. you gotta let it go” chifuyu groans, pinching the bridge of his nose while kazutora needily crowds around him. “can’t believe she’s got my eyes, and my nose? shit” kazutora smiles, but chifuyu isn’t smiling he’s actually pissed the fuck off because if he remembers correctly—kazutora didn’t have this same reaction five years ago.

“let me ask you a question. why did you break up with her?” chifuyu steps closer to kazutora, he turns his head away at the words and chifuyu knows he is supposed to be there for his friend but fuck—everything was so ass backwards and he couldn’t tell who’s side to be on.

“i was scared, i didn’t know what to do. i couldn’t raise a kid with no job or money, but when i broke up with her i tried getting back together but she was already gone” kazutora mumbles, walking back to the front desk while a customer stood waiting for someone, “help me out, would you fuyu? friend to friend?”

chifuyu has to grip against the shelving to prevent his knees from buckling to the ground—he really hates having to play parental support with baji plus keisuke is a terrible partner in crime, especially the other night when he literally watched the dumpster fire burn.

now he even has to convince you to have anything to do with him again, you’d ignored all his texts and phone calls—showing up to where you lived would just result in your piercing gaze striking him down. but there was one person you always had a soft spot for, no matter what he did you’d always let him off the hook just because you found him irresistibly adorable—keisuke baji.

“koi!” baji screams, opening his arms wide enough for the small child to jump straight into his arms, keisuke had met her just once and just like her mother—koi immediately fell in love with him.

“uncle kei, what’re you doing here?” she squeals, snuggling her face into his chest while baji hoists her on his hip. you look equally confused standing by the doorway as you watch the adorable interaction. “yes keisuke, why are you here?” you lightly scowl, baji snuggles his nose against your daughters face while he flashes a grin, “just wanted to visit and see how you two were settling in.”

“i know you’re lying but i’m too tired to care” you brush him off sitting back on the floor while you unbox the items for the living room. “uncle kei can we have a princess tea party?” she grins, wiggling in baji’s arms until he can’t control the squirming child releasing her to the ground.

“of course! let me talk to your momma right quick and i’ll be in your room” baji winks, koi is content with his answer bouncing straight into her room and begins setting up her tea sets. baji joins you on the ground, trying to help you gather items from the box.

“what do you want? i know chifuyu sent you over here as a peace offering” you mumble, handing baji the decorative pillows. “you know i’ve always loved you” baji begins, turning to face you and trying not to stare too hard at your flourishing features, “and i love tora too but koi? i got a whole new love just for her.”

“it isn’t right she doesn’t know about him and yeah he’s done the worst shit possible to the both of you but i think kazutora has the right to at least meet her” baji gently gathers your hands in his rough palms, swiping over your trembling fingers, “kei, this isn’t a good idea” you whisper, removing your hands from his to put more distance between you and baji.

“kazutora won’t stop asking about her, he harasses me about you and i know he stays up late at night crying for what he’s done. it’s been years but tora still beats himself up for everything” baji says quietly, there’s pain in his voice and as much as you hate doing this maybe you really need to actually think about all of this.

“he asked about me?” you completely ignore everything else baji has said, only showing interest in what kazutora wants with you—maybe it’s the teenage side of you still huddled inside of your brain but you think those feelings never faded away for kazutora.

“who are you talking about?” koi tackles baji’s back while he shares a subtle glance at you, he smiles “nobody baby, let's go play now, yeah?” he jumps to his feet with koi attached to his back leaving you in a crowd of consuming questions and possibilities.

“i’ll do it keisuke” you mumble, reaching for your phone as you finally respond to chifuyu's numerous texts, you hope for the sake of your daughter's life this is a good choice.

kazutora nervously waits on the couch, checking his phone every five seconds, chest pounding with a surge of odd feelings coursing through his veins. “fuck, fuck, fuck” kazutora chants, dropping his head into his hands while he curses even worse words in the palms.

luckily you’re just right next door—it’s ironic really, baji actually living right beside kazutora in the array of apartments, you’d plan to talk to kazutora first before letting baji bring over koi, the plan seemed easy enough—you just hope it goes by as simple as it was created.

you lightly knock on his door, anxiously tittering on your heels while you listen to soft pads of his feet—kazutora again, looks so goddamn beautiful and it’s almost like he does it so effortlessly. strands of hair linger down his cheeks while he has the rest pulled tightly in a bun on top of his head. he wore a white tee with loose sweats but just enough skin that showed his toned stomach, you struggled to even look at him because there was just so much to fucking gawk at.

“h-hey, come in” kazutora stammers, pulling the door wider for you to join him inside, a light pink dust around his cheeks as you sit down on the couch. kazutora lays his phone down on the table while he walks into the kitchen grabbing you a bottle of water, returning he hands it over and sits beside you—but with a hefty amount of space.

“i promised baji and chifuyu that i would let you meet her, she has the right to know about her father” you begin, taking a sip of the water while you look around his small house—it’s plain, simple enough with cheetah print scattered across the rooms and pictures of friends that you two had made together in the past.

“for now let’s just have her be with me and you—plus baji and chifuyu. if you’re dating someone, i’d really like for you to tell me about it, i don’t want koi having people come and go in her life” kazutora nods back, “i-i’m not dating anyone so that’s not a problem.”

“okay, me either so we won’t have to worry about that” you reply back, quickly summoning another set of questions. kazutora gets a little excited that you’re single, nobody could distract you if—something was to ever happen.

kazutora groans when he hears baji voice booming from outside with a tiny one bouncing right back, he stands to his feet quickly walking to the door and you notice his phone lighting up as you follow behind him.

a ❤️ // okay baby <3

you shouldn’t be jealous—you couldn’t loathe the fact that kazutora is seeing someone else or the insult of another person giving him a pet name—it shouldn’t hurt after all of these years but it does—chest aching as you watch koi squeal with excitement running into her fathers arms, both of their faces looking so much alike it makes your stomach sick.

baji walks over beside you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it, “i told koi someone special has been waiting on her for a long time, i explained everything so you didn’t have to, momma” baji looks at you with a sweet smile and you can’t help but grin back at him, “thank you so much kei.”

“you’re my daddy! i look just like you!” koi flashes a toothy grin, bouncing on her heels while kazutora holds her tighter, “y-yeah, i’m your dad” he chokes on a sob, reeling his face back to examine his daughter, “thank you” kazutora smiles at you but you can’t even give a reply back—jealousy still fuming through your soul plus baji is uncontrollably sobbing beside you at the heartfelt moment.

“dude she even sleeps like you!” baji laughs pointing at koi face first into the couch with her arms stretched out, you smile back at the guys cooing at her peacefully sleeping body.

koi spent hours doing everything she possibly could do with kazutora and he never left her side, even trying her best to stay awake before she crashed on his couch sleeping like a rock. “baji could you leave us alone for a bit? maybe take koi back to your place?” kazutora whispers, watching his friend nod back as he scoops up the sleeping child, kazutora places a kiss against her warm cheek before they head back to his apartment.

“chifuyu gave me your number, i’ll call you” you mumble out, gathering koi’s toys and throwing away discarded candy wrappers she demolished. “that’s fine but i want to talk to you” kazutora slowly begins to smile and your stomach drops, a pity laugh comes from your lips while you move to walk out his door.

“what’s wrong? you’re acting like you’re mad about something” you whip your head around to look at him, “nothing is wrong, stop trying to ask like you know me or something” the bite back was harsh but honestly, you were still being a little petty about the text.

“like i know you? i dated you, my kid came out of your pussy. i know you pretty fucking well” kazutora snips back, he covers his mouth from the shock of arguing but he’d had a really good day today—he didn’t want it to end with you storming off.

“you told me you weren’t seeing anyone and you lied to my fucking face, i don’t care if you are but i’d like for you to be honest with me, hanemiya” using his last name at the end—yeah, that’ll teach him.

“what? i’m not seeing anyone, what the hell are you talking about?” kazutora rolls his eyes, trying to hold back the urge of self pride knowing you’re jealous—maybe you still feel something for him after all this time. “i saw your phone” you weakly grumble, causing his eyes to widen, “i’ve been sleeping with someone but it’s not that serious, like—at all.”

you exhale a heavy sigh of relief—why were you happy he wasn’t dating someone? but kazutora was still sleeping with someone and the jolt of pain settled in your chest as he continues boring his gaze at you. “why did you look at my phone though, huh?” kazutora smirks at you, playfully fluttering his lashes at you, “are you jealous that i’m giving someone else attention?”

“why would i be jealous of that three inch dick? please” you laugh back, kazutora lips form into a thin line, “didn’t hear you complaining when you were bouncing on it.”

kazutora waits for a rebuttal yet you just look him up and down before reaching out to open his front door, “chifuyu is actually throwing a party this time for me tomorrow, he wants you to come” kazutora hums while you take a step outside, “is it chifuyu that wants me to come or is it you?” you tease at him and kazutora smiles.

“i wouldn’t mind seeing you come” and you’ll never know what he actually means by those words but there’s really only one way to find out.

tagging! — @hoesplay @yukihime-mikeys-girl @rinrinfoxy @zuuki @rizakari @night-shadowblood-writes2 @crown5 @ayariceeee @idkwhybutilikesmut @oikawascutie @renxnana @bxnnyx

[0risha]

PARENTS.

— jjk men as parents

➵ includes. gojo, nanami, toji, getou and choso

➵ content/warning. fluff, mentions of children (obvi🤭) not proofread so don't make fun of me. c/n means child's name!

➵ a/n. I wrote this in like twenty minutes even though I should probably be asleep lol 🤭

G O J O

irresponsible as hell.

will leave your baby in the car and have an hour conversation in walmart

loves his child, but his mind is too jumbled to put complete focus on them.

though, he will protect his child with his every whim

"Well, get your child before I do." Your eyes widen in shock as you turn to the culprit of his threats with an apologetic plea. "Satoru!" His cerulean gaze shifts to you, and with a sigh, he takes c/n and hoists them up in his arms. As he walks away he takes your hand in his. "I'm not going to say sorry."

"I know that." You sigh. But eventually, your expression grows serene when you turn to see him nuzzling his cheek with c/n's.

He, at least, was a good father when it counted.

N A N A M I

best baby daddy ever 🤭

buys everything the baby needs

buys everything you need

checks up on his baby whenever he can

"Sorry love, I'm working overtime tonight, tell c/n I apologize." Your brow furrows as his timbre voice flits through your occupied bedroom, his eye bags more apparent than before. "I'll make it up to you both, I promise."

refuses to let gojo near his child.

doesn't really like taking his baby to Jujutsu tech, doesn't think there's any need

in fact, the students don't know he has a child until Gojo blurts it out one day.

"Nanamin! You have a child?" Itadori stares in wonder. Megumi rolls his eyes at his loud voice, seemingly unbothered. Nobara hesitantly flits her eyes to Nanami, trying her best to conceal her interest.

"Here," Nanami grunts, raising his phone to show his lock screen. When the first-years huddle closely to observe, a ghost of a smile takes place on his face when he hears their awes.

T O J I

......... ┐( ˘_˘)┌

G E T O U

on and off

doesn't put much effort

intrigued by the form of life he made but that's about it

"Can I hold it?" You give him a glare at his use of words but it disappears once you catch his warm gaze. "Yeah, here. Hold them gently," you coax, body going lax once he does. "It's cute." He throws a glance your way, his expression no longer conveying much emotion. A thrum of sadness echoes in your chest as you hum in affirmation. "Yeah, c/n's really cute."

C H O S O

depends on if it's your daughter or your son

if it's his daughter he'll still love her but she'll probably be a momma's girl

now, if it's a son, he's coddling him 24/7. will show him off to his brothers

"Can I at least hold my baby?" You cross your arms at the scene before you. He's splayed on the living room floor with c/n on his chest, his arms cradling him with utmost care. "Later." With a sigh, you plop down on your couch, your anger squanders once you see how cute they actually are.

Choso's attention is planted on a random show on TV, whilst c/n claws at his chest while emitting random garbles. You nearly burst into tears when c/n gives you a gummy smile. With a small smile in return, you decide that everything's fine, just like this.

[elysian-i]

Baby - pt.ii

Summary: Continuation of this fic.

Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Daddy, degrading and breeding kink. Unplanned pregnancy. Very mild angst.

a/n: Idk what this is, I just went along with it lol :/ let's pretend I never wrote this (　☉д⊙)

Navigation.

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Pants and whimpers. The bed creaking, slamming against the wall, skin slapping against skin.

Obscene sounds were heard all within the walls of the bedroom.

Draco let out a growl as Y/N's walls clenched around him. "That's it baby" He praises "That's daddy's good girl"

She lets out a loud squeal as he picks her small body up in his hands, hooking her shaking legs around his elbows.

His hands cup as ass, before beginning to move her up and down on his cock.

"Fuck Daddy!" He hits a spot in her so deep, she didn't even know it existed, pink lines are left along Draco's biceps and back as he continues to be rough with her.

The girl almost squeezes the life out of him, his cock twitching inside of her. He pounds harder, still standing her up with him.

"Oh fuck—Daddy's gonna cum inside his sweet whore"

"Please, please" Y/N begs for a release, not only for hers but his too.

Malfoy's grunt erupts from his chest from the bliss of him filling her up completely. Her hair tangled and messy, tears staining her soft cheeks. She looked like an angel, even if the actions that they were performing were anything but holy.

"I'm gonna fill you up, yeah? Cum inside this slutty pussy?"

She nods, locking the lips with his, tongues entangled as euphoria washes her over. Draco sloppily thrusting before giving her his full load, just as he had promised.

—

The following morning is the exact opposite of everything that last night was.

It was soft whispers, and murmurs. It was tenderness and care.

Draco places a small kiss on the left cheek of his wife, one he wishes to have been there all along, but he was grateful to have her now and for the rest of eternity.

"Momma?" Scorpius’ voice echoes through the kitchen, platinum hair messy, big grey eyes tired.

"What are you doing up this early, love?"

He doesn't answer, he just drags his small feet along the marble, burying his face in his mother's tummy. Frail hands wrapping around her thighs.

"D-did daddy huwt you?" He breathes, looking up at her with teary eyes.

"No I didn't why would you think that?" Draco says confusingly, picking his son up in his arms.

"las night momma was sceweaming"

Y/N lets out a chocked laugh, eyes widening at the confession of her baby.

"I thought you used muffliato" She hisses in his ear,

"I thought so too" He defended himself,

"I didn't hurt mommy, I was just ‘playing’ with her" The much bigger male cooes in his hair, ring clad hands soothing his soft blonde baby hairs as Scorpius nuzzles his face in his father's chest.

—

His fingers danced across hers, spreading them on her small hands, completely enveloping them. Legs spread out on the grass as they sat side to side.

"God do I love you" He mumbles, as she lets out a giggle.

"You're such a softie, if only everyone knew"

Malfoy chuckles, pulling her closer to him. She rests her head on his shoulder, watching as the sun sets. His eyes are however on her, taking in every tiny details of her stunning features. Noticing the way her eyes and hair change to another shade in the brisk orange hue of the sun.

He takes a moment to remember it all. How he got here, how the years at Hogwarts got darker everyone to the point where that's all that surrounded him. The unhappy arranged marriage with Astoria, and then the small happy gleeful moments with the love of his life.

"I'm sorry" He sighs, resting his head on top of her chin.

"Why?"

"For the way I was with you, I– I was just scared, you were a muggl–"

In a instant, her lips are on his, shutting him up.

She still remembers it all. The tears that stuck in her eyelashes during the days he would turn his back on her. When he would drop by and press his lips to hers, and push her down on the bed aggressively and slide inside her and take pleasure from her as he likes.

"I'm pregnant Draco, again with your baby"

He doesn't say anything, but only lovingly kisses her.

They forget rest. They only remember the feel and want the of each others skin.

They were in love and they were together and that was the beginning and the end of everything.

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[nvwxrlvcns]

My Little Muse

pairing: Austin Sommers x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, other than that just a ton of fluff

summary: You come home from work and find Austin spending some father-daughter time with your newborn

Your thumbs anxiously tapped on the steering wheel of your car, driving home after a long day of work. The separation anxiety you had leaving your newborn baby girl at home was eating you up, not wanting to spend two seconds away from her. Even though your boyfriend, who was also the father of your child, was staying with her, it did not calm you whatsoever. You wanted to hold your baby again, and that need was causing you to break every speed limit just to see her smiling face again.

You pulled up to your’s and your boyfriend’s shared house. The house you spend almost four years together in. The house you conceived your little girl in. Digging through your bag, you found your keys and hastily unlocked the door. You ran inside, eager to find your baby girl and sweep her up in your arms. That’s when you heard it. The faint giggling of your little girl, coming from upstairs in her nursery.

As you quietly walked up the stairs, you also heard your boyfriend’s voice. Your boyfriend was none other than Austin Sommers, a famous playwright and musician. His soft singing could be heard from upstairs, followed by the sound of your little girl’s happy giggles.

When Austin first found out you were pregnant, we was over the moon. He was so excited to meet his child, planning out everything from the nursery to possibly names. You tried to tell him that he should wait until you learned the baby’s sex, but he would just say, “Babe I just want to be prepared. I want to give our baby the best”

As soon as you learned you were having a girl Austin broke down crying in the doctor’s office. At first you were concerned, thinking he wasn’t happy with having a girl, but he quickly changed your mind as he hugged you and kissed all over your face. He painted and decorated the nursery all by himself, the walls being a blush pink color and having tons of baby books and stuffed animals around the room. He even had a friend make a rocking chair with music notes carved into the wood.

When it was your delivery date, Austin was a wreck to say the least. He practically packed everything but the oven and kitchen sink when he was bringing you to the hospital. He held your hand through the whole delivery process, continuously giving you words of encouragement and kisses on your forehead. He was so happy when he got to hold your little girl for the first time, tearing up as he cradled his little bundle of joy. Your baby inherited Austin’s beautiful brown eyes, and you can’t help yourself but think of him when you see her warm eyes.

As you stood in the doorframe of your baby’s nursery, you saw Austin on the floor with your little girl. Austin was singing a song he wrote, and your daughter was giggling. Her little toothless smile caused your heart to swell and a smile to appear on your face. Austin continued to sing to her, picking her up and giving her tons of kisses on her chubby cheeks.

“Did you like the new song princess?” he asked, looking at the infant, “Daddy wrote it for his new play”. You let out a small giggle, watching your daughter smiling and gripping onto Austin’s shirt. Austin looked over at you, hearing the sound of your laughter and smiled. “Look munchkin, momma’s home” he said to the baby softly. Austin held your little girl tightly as he stood up, walking over to you and kissing your lips softly.

“I see you two had a fun day together” you said after you returned the kiss. Your boyfriend smiled, cradling the baby. “We did! I also had some time to work on some new stuff. She’s my little muse” he said, caressing your baby’s head softly. “I thought I was your muse!” you scoffed. Austin chuckled. “You both are my muses” he said, kissing your forehead. You smiled, taking hold of your baby’s small hand and kissing the back of it. “Here. I’ll let you spend some time with her and I’ll make you dinner” Austin said, handing you your baby. You smiled as he walked into the kitchen, you wondering how you got so lucky to have an amazing man in your life.