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Unexpected Surprise

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by a lovely anon, I hope you like it and thank you for the idea. any feedback is always amazing to hear.

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Summary: When (Y/n) drops Chris off at school, her water breaks. She and Eddie are praying for a smooth home delivery this time, and they get a bit more than they bargained for. In the best possible way.

Enjoy.

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"Eddie," (Y/n) tilted her head to one side and tapped her foot against the doorstep when she watched her husband try and speed ahead down the path. He stopped halfway and looked back over his shoulder, brows raised in confusion until (Y/n) held her hand up and showed him his phone.

He wasn't going to get very far without his phone on him. He was the one who had been telling (Y/n) for the last few months that if she had any problems or emergencies, she had to ring him. He had cleared it with Bobby to keep his phone on him as much as he could while he was on shift just in case (Y/n) needed to get hold of him.

Eddie patted Chris's shoulder and pushed his bag higher on his shoulder before he turned round and backtracked towards the front door (Y/n) was just locking up.

"Thank you… you okay?" He froze and stayed deathly still when (Y/n) suddenly latched her hand around his wrist.

He didn't like the way she leaned against the doorframe but the panic in his eyes softened over when (Y/n) moved his hand to press down on the left side of her abdomen. The baby was kicking. (Y/n)'s thumb smoothed across the back of Eddie's hand for a few seconds before both their heads turned when Chris started to pull on the car door and whine that it was still locked.

A soft smile broke out on (Y/n)'s face when Eddie entwined their hands together and tugged on her arm. She wrapped her free hand around his upper arm and slowly followed him down the path towards the car.

"You sure you don't want me to drop him off?" Eddie pressed his lips to the top of her head and smiled against her temple. He had to head to work but if she wanted him to, he would gladly swing by the school first and drop Chris off on his way.

"No, besides it's on my way, not yours." (Y/n) didn't see any point Eddie going out of his route to drop Chris off. Not when the school was on her journey to the hospital for her appointment. It would be her last appointment before the baby was born, the last check to make sure everything was okay and check that the baby was in position and alright.

Eddie wasn't pleased that he couldn't make this appointment when he had been to almost all the rest. But he was finishing work as of next week and he couldn't swap this shift around or take the morning off when they were short-staffed this week.

She uncurled her hands from his arm and kissed his shoulder before she moved to walk round the front of the car.

When it opened, Eddie hoisted Chris up and sat him down in the front seat and put his bag and crutches in the back seat. "Alright, have a good day and I'll see you tonight when I get home. Love you." He kissed the top of Chris's head and ruffled his curls before he shut the door and moved round to the driver's side.

Eddie bit down on the corner of his lip when he watched (Y/n) get in the car. He didn't like the way she winced or closed her eyes and tilted her head back in the head rest. Eddie didn't think it was the best idea for her to be driving when she was thirty-seven weeks pregnant, but he knew his wife was a force of nature and he couldn't reckon or argue with her.

A small huff left (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to wrangle with the seatbelt and drape it around her stomach.

Her eyes drifted over to the door when Eddie crouched down so he could lean in. He had one arm draped over the top of the door and the other hand holding the back of her chair so he could lean down towards her.

She could see he was about to say something but his jaw slacked and he went silent when she pushed back in the seat and grumbled. Eddie could see the wince that flashed across her face and he didn't miss the way her hand moved to cradle her lower stomach when the baby started moving again.

"Are you alright to drive?"

"Yeah, everything's just uncomfortable." It didn't matter what (Y/n) was doing, she couldn't relax or sit comfy no matter where she was. Driving was no different, she would be in discomfort if she stayed at home. And she could still drive as long as the seat was a bit further back and the she tried not to let the steering wheel jam into her stomach.

"Well, please be careful."

"Your dad doesn't trust my driving," (Y/n) mumbled quietly which caused Chris to grin and bite down on his thumb.

"I didn't say that. You just worry me when you're not well, so be careful. I love you." He leaned down and pressed his fingers beneath her chin to tilt her head up so he could kiss her. He trusted (Y/n)'s driving but he didn't trust her to tell him when she wasn't feeling well or when she was in a lot of pain. He knew she masked it so he didn't worry and that made him panic.

His teeth nipped at her lower lip and he traced his hand down over her stomach, smoothing his thumb over her shirt for a few seconds before he pulled back and shut the door. His hand tapped against the roof out of habit as he walked over towards the jeep.

"You trust my driving, don't you baby?" (Y/n) shifted around in her seat as she pulled out the drive and started heading down the street. Her eyes glanced in the mirror a few times and she found herself smiling when she saw Eddie right behind her.

"Yeah, you drive good."

"Thank you."

(Y/n) ruffled Chris's hair and clicked her spine into place while he turned the radio up and started bopping back and forth along to the tunes. It was easier driving the jeep. (Y/n) had more space in the jeep than in the car and when Chris started to rock and dance, the jeep didn't sway and move as much as their car did.

But Eddie didn't like driving the car, he always ended up revving the engine and going too harsh on the brakes. He was used to the jeep and the bigger vehicles like the trucks at work. And since the jeep was technically Eddie's car that he always drove, (Y/n) used the car.

After three minutes, she watched Eddie turn off left towards the main road while she carried on through the small back roads to get to Chris's school.

The longer she drove, the more uncomfortable she felt. The steering wheel kept bumping and pressing into her stomach and the baby was wriggling and making her lower back ache. She wanted to get out and walk, moving about helped her back whereas sitting down for long periods of time put her in crippling agony.

(Y/n) pulled up in the closest space she could to the school but she dug her nails into the steering wheel when a dull, throbbing ache tore through her abdomen.

Her hand moved to cradle the side of her stomach and she closed her eyes, fighting off the sudden discomfort.

"Mum…" A grin broke out on Chris's face as he leaned across to rest his head on (Y/n)'s arm while his hand grabbed the door handle and started to pull. He tapped his fingers against the door and patiently waited for (Y/n) to speak.

He didn't usually get out the car until either of his parents got out first and handed him his crutches. He had fallen far too many times getting out the car unaided so now he hung back and waited for help. But his mum wasn't moving. She was pushing back in her chair with her eyes closed like she was suddenly praying about something.

"Okay, let's go." (Y/n) tried to keep her tone level and she forced herself to smile as she opened the door and swung her feet out.

She didn't like the way her stomach dropped and her back ached when she was finally on her feet. She had to lean her weight on the car bonnet and push herself to move round to Chris's side.

She held her hand out and let him curl his hands around her hand and wrist and slide down to his feet. She leaned on the car door to hold them both upright until Chris was on his feet and he let go to grab his bag and crutches out the back seat.

"You pick me up?"

"Y-yeah baby, it'll be me."

A forced, gritted smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips as she rested her hand on Chris's back and locked the car.

They always walked him through the gates towards the classroom, it was a habit neither her nor Eddie had broken and Chris felt safer than being left at the gates. It was just something he was used to. But the further (Y/n) walked away from the car, the more panicked she started to feel. Her stomach was churning, she felt like she was going to be sick.

God, she hoped the midwife wouldn't tell her today that she had to go on bedrest for the last three weeks. (Y/n) couldn't handle bedrest.

(Y/n) tightened her hand in the strap of Chris's backpack to stop him from speeding away without her; she couldn't bring herself to walk very fast. But a small sound rumbled past her lips and she tugged on Chris's bag to make him stop walking when her stomach twinged.

Her other hand moved to cradle the bottom of her stomach and she dared not look down. Shakes started to rattle through her bones and when (Y/n) finally forced herself to tilt her chin down into her chest, a quiet 'oh no' past through her lips.

Her waters had broken.

"Accident?" Chris whispered quietly while he reached back to hold (Y/n)'s arm that was resting behind him.

They had tried to talk Chris through what to expect when (Y/n) would have the new baby. They had tried to prepare him and tell him he would most likely be staying with Buck whenever (Y/n) went into labour and Eddie would have to stay with her. But (Y/n) hadn't told Chris about how her waters would break, she didn't think he would be this close by when it happened.

"Yeah… oh, baby, can you walk the rest of the way without me?"

Chris dropped his shoulders but he nodded. It wasn't too far, just a few more metres to the classroom doors and his teacher was waiting outside to welcome everyone inside. He could see his mum wanted and really needed to get back to the car now anyway.

"I think Carla m-might have to pick you up today."

"Why?"

"I think the baby's coming… I need to go get daddy before he gets to work. But we'll be home when you get back, okay?"

The timing had worked out rather well. (Y/n) had been worrying about when she would go into labour, if it would be in the middle of the night or sometime in the evening which would disrupt Chris's routines. She worried they would have to call Buck in the middle of the night and ask him to come and have Chris for them because they were having a home birth.

This worked better. Chris could spend the day at school and hopefully, by the time they needed to pick him up, (Y/n) would have had the baby.

She leaned down and kissed Chris's cheek, managing a smile when his lips curved into a beaming grin and he happily muttered his goodbyes into her neck. (Y/n) watched him toddle over to his teacher and she could just about hear him excitedly say that his mum was going to have a baby today.

"Are you okay, do you need me to help you?"

(Y/n) recognised one of the mums, Alex, aiming her way when she saw how (Y/n) was cradling her stomach and had a puddle at her feet. But she shook her head and forced a smile. She didn't want help. (Y/n) needed to get in the car and get home before the contractions got worse and she was stuck out here at the school. She had to call Eddie and Carla and the midwife.

"No, no I'm good, thank you." She waved her hand to ward Alex away and turned on her heels.

(Y/n) did her best to keep her back straight and walk as normally as she could manage with a burning sensation rippling through her lower stomach.

Once she slumped herself in the car, she let her head fall back on the headrest and fished her phone out her bag. She waited off the next pain before she clipped her phone in the holder near the radio and turned on the engine. (Y/n) needed to go now. She couldn't hang around and waste time in case the contractions got worse.

The midwife- and Eddie's mum- kept on telling her that the second baby would come a lot faster than her first. Chris kept (Y/n) in labour for two days and that had been horrible, especially when Eddie only had a week off from the army before he had to go back for the last month of his tour.

She clicked on Eddie's contact and pulled out the parking lot, praying he hadn't gone out on a call already and that he could answer the phone. If not, (Y/n) would have to try Bobby, and then try the emergency number for the station to get someone to pass a message onto Eddie when he got back from a call.

"Ola mi amor… you haven't found my wallet have you? I can't find it, I was hoping I'd dropped it in the car with you."

(Y/n) had never been so relieved to hear Eddie's voice and she found herself smiling despite her growing discomfort. Her eyes did a quick sweep around the footwell and the passenger side but she couldn't see it. He must have left it somewhere at home.

"No, no I d-don't have it… baby, I think I need you to come hom- fuck!" Her foot slammed down on the brake and she pushed herself as far back in the seat as she could when a contraction burned through her stomach. At least this red light would give her a few seconds to gather herself.

"Baby, what are you doing? Where are you?" The panic was very evident in Eddie's voice and it made (Y/n) feel bad. She wasn't trying to panic him or make him feel bad.

"My water broke. I'm heading home, can you c-come home?"

"I knew you weren't well!" A growl tore through the phone and made a shiver roll down (Y/n)'s spine as she winced. "Yeah, yeah baby I'll tell Bobby and come straight home. Can you call the midwife?"

"I'll call her… when you hang up. We need to call Carla too, for Chris-"

"Don't worry about that, I'll get hold of Carla you focus on getting home and please, please be fucking careful, okay?"

"Okay."

***

"Do you wanna get on the bed yet?" Eddie leaned his head down and spoke softly into her hair as he closed his eyes.

His hands started to run down from her shoulders, down her back near her waist and up again in soft, slow motions. He could feel her nails digging into the back of his hips and her elbows pressed down on his thighs while his knees pressed comfortingly into her upper chest.

Most of Eddie's limbs were starting to go numb from sitting down like this for so long. He was perched on the side of the bed with (Y/n) knelt on the floor between his thighs. Her head was pressed down into the top of his thigh with the top of her head pushing into his abdomen.

She seemed to feel more at ease when she was hunched over or crouching down and neither Eddie nor the midwife were going to stop her if this was the most comfortable thing for her.

“Not yet.” (Y/n) responded quietly, not bothering to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as she tried to keep her mind focused but if another contraction didn't hit her soon, (Y/n) felt like she could fall asleep like this.

"Okay," He turned his head to press his cheek against the top of her hair as his hands continued to run down her back.

Things seemed to have gone so quickly since Eddie got her call this morning. He had barely gotten into his work uniform when she rang so he had to tell Bobby the situation, get himself changed again and come straight back home. The midwife arrived not long after Eddie and for the past three hours, they had been wandering around the bedroom. (Y/n) had paced the room a thousand times with Eddie following behind her like a shadow.

But Eddie had to admit, this was the calmest (Y/n) had been so far. She wasn't agitated or restless or unsure what to do with herself, she seemed to find it easier to sit or kneel like this.

And this is what they wanted. Chris's birth hadn't gone exactly to plan and it had been a horrible two-day labour spent in the hospital. This time, they wanted things to go smoothly, to feel calm and have no complications or worries. The best way to do that, they felt, was to try a home birth and see if being in their own home and setting their own pace might make a difference.

Eddie gently started to sway from left to right while his hands settled on (Y/n)'s upper waist and his face stayed nuzzled against her hair. A soft smile flooded his face when he felt her humming into his trouser leg and her fingers pinched into his back.

He could quite happily of stayed like that for a few more hours, all day in fact. But when his mind started to drift and he almost forgot where he was and what they were doing, he came flooding back to the situation quickly. He felt a shudder ripple beneath (Y/n)'s skin and a groan burned at the back of her throat. She arched her lower back out and pressed down into Eddie's thighs like she was about to slide down and curl up on the floor.

"Alright?" He muttered into her hair as he slowly straightened up and moved his hands to hold (Y/n)'s upper arms.

"I t-think we need to move now." (Y/n) unravelled her arms from around Eddie's torso and moved to plant her hands down on his thighs as she stretched and clicked her spine into place.

She didn't want to move, (Y/n) wished she could stay sitting like this and somehow have the baby in this position. But that contraction felt different, it felt stronger and somehow tighter. The midwife was certain it wouldn't be much longer until they were ready and (Y/n) had a gut feeling that now they were ready.

"Shall we get you on the bed and see how you're doing?" The midwife, Abbi, commented as she walked over to stand behind (Y/n).

She hovered behind (Y/n) like a safety net in case she needed help, but Eddie had it under control.

He slid his hands down to (Y/n)'s hands and looped her arms around his neck while he slid off the edge of the bed so he could crouch down in front of her. A soft smile pulled at Eddie's lips when (Y/n) burrowed her face into his neck and he could feel each panting breath tickle his skin. His arms wove around her waist and he carefully pulled her up with him and turned them around until the back of (Y/n)'s knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Where d'you want me?" He mumbled softly against her temple once (Y/n) was sat in the middle of the bed.

He got his answer when (Y/n) grabbed his hand and gave a sharp tug until he sat down next to her. Eddie slouched back into the pillows and let (Y/n) tilt to the side until she could lean back into his chest and feel his arm curve around her waist.

(Y/n) squeezed his hand tightly when another contraction hit her and her eyes stayed closed while she felt Abbi kneel at the end of the bed.

"Alright, I think you're ready to start pushing now."

Silence fell over the three of them for a few minutes as they waited for the next contraction to hit. Eddie leaned his head forward and pressed his lips against the junction between (Y/n)'s neck and shoulder while his hand fluttered up and down her stomach.

He didn't realise how flushed she felt until she leaned against him. He had opened the window and even put the fan on when (Y/n) suddenly started to sweat and feel sick after the first hour. She was only wearing her bra and he thought she had cooled off, but clinging to her now, Eddie felt like he was hugging a hot water bottle.

Eddie brushed his thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand and leaned forward with her when the next contraction hit. He moulded his chest against her back while (Y/n) brought her knees up and tried to stay steady and stop herself from sliding down into the pillows.

"Okay, head's born now, well done."

Something akin to a smile fluttered on (Y/n)'s lips when she felt Eddie move as soon as the midwife spoke. He kept hold of her hand and his other hand stayed on her stomach, but he leaned down to look at their baby.

Eddie didn't usually have the honour of delivering babies on shift, that was either Hen, Bobby or sometimes Buck if he was lucky. Eddie didn't seem to get those callouts. And this was something different for him. This wasn't the same memory he had as when Chris was born. Eddie wasn't sat on the verge of a panic attack when he heard the midwife call for the doctor when Chris got stuck.

Eddie wasn't watching in panic as (Y/n) screamed and flagged and almost passed out in his arms and no one seemed to be able to help her.

This was calmer. This was better. This was how it was supposed to be.

"That's it, push again (Y/n) and they'll be here."

"Almost there, mi amor." Eddie nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s neck and leaned into her while she coiled their entwined hands up to her chest.

A jolt ran down (Y/n)'s spine and she felt like she was seeing stars when she heard a cry burst through the air. Her body slumped back into Eddie and she couldn't hear whatever he said even though she could feel his lips moving against her neck and his voice vibrated against her skin. His arms tightened around her waist in a comforting, bubbling hug as he held her tightly to his chest and started to sway them side to side.

Her shaking hand let go of Eddie's hand and she moved to grip his forearms when one arm stayed around her waist and the other curled across her chest. Clinging to his arm grounded her and stopped her from feeling like she was about to pass out. She let her head flop back on his shoulder and her wet lips smothered his neck as her nails punctured into his arms.

"You've got another little boy."

(Y/n)'s lips curved up into a smile and she kissed his neck a bit firmer this time before she tilted her head down. Her forehead tilted against Eddie's jaw and her eyes focused on the midwife who was smiling down at their little baby.

"H-he's okay?" Trembling set all through (Y/n)'s system but she eagerly held her arms out when Abbi leaned forward to settle him on her chest. Her hands moved to cradle his tiny legs and the back of his head as he curled up on her chest.

"He's just fine."

When Eddie rested his hand over (Y/n)'s on the back of their newborn's head, she tilted her head up and pecked his jaw. "You lost," She whispered quietly, unable to stop herself from smiling against his sharp jaw.

"I did, I lost the bet, mi amor." Tears began to fall from his eyes as he turned to kiss her temple but he couldn't stop himself from grinning and letting out a chuckle. Eddie had been so sure they were going to have a girl. He had been certain enough to place a bet against (Y/n) and Chris who both guessed it would be a boy.

(Y/n) tried to sit up a bit straighter and Eddie moved to sit behind her a little more so she could continue to lean on him. He leaned his cheek against her temple when her head fell back on his shoulder but his eyes darted down to look at her when a sharp gasp burst past her lips and she groaned.

Her heels scraped against the bed and her knees tensed and quivered when another striking pain cut through her abdomen.

"Fuck." Her eyes closed and she pushed back into Eddie, trying not to move or twist too move and unsettle the newborn on her chest. "Ow… oww, it really hurts now." (Y/n) couldn't hide the panic from her voice as she leaned into Eddie again until he moved to wrap both arms tightly around her waist.

She didn't remember the afterbirth hurting this much when they had Chris. Granted, his birth had been stressful, but (Y/n) remembered that she barely felt the afterbirth.

"Hey, it's okay," Her teeth sank down into her lip as Eddie spoke in hushed whispers against her temple and Abbi moved to lean forward.

"Try and stay still for me a moment." Abbi tried to be gentle when she shuffled closer and examined (Y/n)'s stomach. "Okay… (Y/n), it's hurting because that's not the placenta, that's baby number two."

(Y/n)'s lips twitched up into a lopsided smile and she shook her head before she pressed her forehead into Eddie's chin and nudged him. Waiting for him to tell Abbi she was wrong. She wasn't having twins. None of her prenatal appointments had shown twins. They were having one baby and he was already here in her arms.

"No… no, I- oow, Eddie t-take him." Broken gasps left (Y/n)'s lips as her chest coiled forward into her stomach like she was trying to fold herself in half.

She sat forward and let her trembling arms move towards Eddie when he unravelled from her and carefully eased their boy into his arms instead. He kept his shoulder and arm pressed into (Y/n)'s back and his knee bumped her hip as he tried to stay close to comfort her.

"I think you need to keep pushing, mi amor." He murmured softly into her neck as he perched his chin on her shoulder and started to kiss her neck when she cried out.

"No. What h-have you done?" (Y/n) muttered defeatedly, turning her head sharply to glare down at her husband who shrank down against her and stayed tucked up against her neck so he couldn't see her glare.

"I'm sorry baby," He mused as he shifted their boy into the crook of his left arm and gingerly reached his right hand out towards (Y/n), testing the waters. He would take the blame for this and he would take her anger and frustration but Eddie wanted to feel like he could help or at least shed some comfort on her. His heart jumped when (Y/n) groaned again but she reached down and clenched his hand in hers so tightly she almost broke his thumb.

"Keep pushing, you're almost done now." Abbi encouraged softly as she leaned to get another towel and some blankets lined up ready. "That's it… again… and baby's here."

As soon as that second weight felt like it had been lifted from her abdomen, (Y/n) slumped to the right. She flopped her head on Eddie's shoulder and braced her palm down on the bed to keep herself upright.

"You've got a sweet little girl now, too."

Tears streamed down (Y/n)'s face when the little girl was moved into her arms. She brought her hands up and tilted her chest back a little so she could hold her daughter against her chest before she looked over at Abbi.

"No more?" She wanted to laugh but she didn't have the nerve or the energy, but she managed a smile when Abbi grinned.

"No, just those two. I promise." Abbi hadn't come here to deliver twins, this was an unexpected surprise for them all.

"She's tiny," (Y/n) mused to herself quietly as she looked from the little girl in her arms and up to her husband who didn't know where to look. He kept darting his eyes between them both before he moved his free hand down to brush his finger against his daughter's cheek.

He leaned over and nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s cheek before he leaned forward and merged his lips against hers. He could taste her salt tears mingling with his own and he stole what little air she had left in her lungs. When they parted, he rested his temple forward against hers and stayed so close he could feel each breath fanning across his tingling lips.

"Where were you hiding her, mi amor?"

***

"Surprise!"

"I brought a few extras along, I hope you don't mind." Carla kept one hand clamped down on Chris's shoulder while she motioned her other hand behind her towards the team. They all crowded around the doorstep, beaming grins on their faces and anticipation bubbling through all of them.

"Course not, come in."

Eddie's chest bubbled and burst with adrenaline and he reached down to scoop Chris up before he moved out the way to let them all in.

"Mum had the baby?" Chris let his crutches drop near the shoe box so he could wind his arms around his dad's neck. He knew the moment he saw Carla at the school gates that his mum must have either had the baby or be in the process of having the baby. She wouldn't have sent Carla unless it was an emergency. And when he got out the car and saw the rest of the 118 on his doorstep, it only made Chris happier.

He was all for celebrations and parties and this was a reason for everyone to gather together and celebrate.

"She has… and we have a surprise for you all. You ready?"

"Congratulations, so, what do we have?" Evan clapped his hand down on Eddie's shoulder as Hen, Bobby and Athena followed closely behind. The only person missing was Chimney since he was still on shift but he would be down soon with Maddie when they had the chance.

"You say that like it's your kid too," Hen muttered under her breath while she and Athena moved to place some flowers and little presents down on the sofa.

"It's my godchild I'll have you know."

Eddie rolled his eyes and moved both his hands to hold Chris's shoulders as he moved his son to walk in front of him. He let Chris lead the team down the hallway towards his and (Y/n)'s bedroom at the far end. They were all going to get a surprise in a minute.

"How's she doing?" Carla rested her hand on Eddie's back while her other hand smoothed up and down her thigh in anticipation.

She had been more than happy to collect Chris for them after school and it had been lovely to see Chris so excited. He'd barely been able to focus on any lessons he had all day because he just wanted to go home and see his parents and the new edition to their family.

"She's doing great, real great. Alright, go find the surprise." Eddie leaned forward to open the door before he let go of Chris and let him barge into the room like a train at full speed.

A grin pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she heard Chris calling out for her as he made a beeline for the bed. She made sure the newborn was safely tucked in her left arm, held close to her chest before she reached her right arm out. Chris flopped on the side of the bed and slumped against (Y/n)'s chest with his arms wound tight around her neck and his face buried in her shoulder.

(Y/n) kissed the top of his head and grinned into his curls when he started to giggle madly.

"Baby! What is it? Is it a boy?"

Chris leaned down so his chest and stomach were flopped on the side of the bed and his legs were dangling over the edge so his feet could tap the floor and keep him propped up. He kept one hand on (Y/n)'s arm like he was silently trying to comfort them both and his right hand reached out towards the baby in her arms.

His smile spread so wide he could barely keep his eyes open. He watched the newborn start to wriggle in his mum's arms but their eyes stayed closed and the cream Winnie The Pooh onesie didn't give away if Chris had a brother or sister.

"This is your brother." (Y/n) tilted her arm a bit closer to Chris so he could place his hand down on his brother's chest. And her eyes lifted to look around the other people crowding into her bedroom. They'd never had this many people in their room before.

Carla moved to stand behind Chris, already tearing up and trying to get a better view of the bundle in her arms. While Bobby and Athena stood near right side of the room behind Carla, and Evan and Hen stood at the foot of the bed.

"Knew it! Daddy, you lost the bet." Chris stuck his tongue out at Eddie who was stood on the other side of the bed with one of the softest smiles Chris had ever seen.

"Oh, you owe me twenty." Evan barely let his eyes flit across to Eddie before he moved to sit on the end of the bed and lean over to try and get a sneak peek at his nephew. He had agreed with (Y/n) and Chris that they would have a baby boy and Eddie had been determined enough to add money to the bet. He had lost. Evan had won, he seemed to be on a winning streak at the moment.

"I don't, actually. I won too."

Eddie could feel the tension building in the air and the adrenaline that rummaged through his chest making him feel like he was on fire. He tried to ignore the eyes settling on him as he leaned down over the cot near the window and slowly picked up his daughter who was starting to wake up.

He moved over and gently sat down on the bed next to (Y/n), but when he dared to lift his eyes away from his little girl, he couldn't breathe. All he saw were wide eyes and slacked jaws.

"Twins?" Carla clapped her hands before she could stop herself and suddenly felt like an excited teenager.

"We got a little, unexpected surprise."

As soon as Evan leaned across the bed with a very sweet 'may I?', (Y/n) nodded and leaned over to ease her son into his arms. She could see Eddie watching with swelling pride as Hen leaned over Evan's shoulder to get a look at the newest addition.

(Y/n) looked up towards Eddie before she glanced down at Chris. "Do you wanna hold your sister?"

She didn't need to ask, the look in Chris's eyes said it all. He pushed up and scrambled onto the bed, climbing over (Y/n)'s legs until Eddie passed the newborn over to (Y/n) and reached out for Chris. He held Chris under the arm and lifted him over so he didn't accidentally send a foot into (Y/n)'s stomach. He placed Chris down in the centre of the bed between them and held his arms in the correct position while (Y/n) turned to face them.

(Y/n) carefully eased her daughter down into Chris's arms with Eddie's hands curved around his so he could hold his sister properly. They let the newborn settle on Chris's lap with her head in the crook of Chris's arm who started to laugh.

"She's very small," He muttered quietly while he kept his left arm supporting her head, and moved his right hand to hold her hand. He brought her arm up towards his face to examine how small she really was. She didn't feel heavy in his arms, she looked smaller than he expected. More like a doll than a real life baby.

"How much does she weigh?" Hen looked between the two babies before she glanced over at Eddie. It was clear which one was the healthier twin, considering their boy was heavier and larger than their little girl who was very petite.

"Only five pounds."

"You said baby… not two babies," Chris looked up from his sister to smile rather confusingly at his mum. He hadn't been told to expect two new siblings, they only said they were having a baby.

He felt Eddie lean over to kiss the back of his head and (Y/n) reached her hand out to rub across his arm as she smiled fondly down at her family.

"Well, it's your dad's birthday next month… I thought I'd surprise him."

[archangeldyke-all]

Oooh for Roach Verse, what about:

-Holiday funtime antics?

-Jinx has a school bully and those chuckleheads create the most over the top plots to help her out, lol

-Jinx brings home a stray

-The gang gives Roach the day off from cooking/ healing/general caretaking and it goes about as well as you'd imagine

-Jinx has a crush on some kid, and Silco/Sevika are not coping well

That's off the top of my head, I gotta go reread the Roach series now! lol

these are so fucking fantastic, i might revisit this a few times to do some of the other prompts too omg. but the one with jinx bringing home a stray??? chaos i love it.

men and minors dni

lock's been avoiding you all day.

it's strange. usually, you, lock and ran are like the three musketeers-- always getting into and back out of trouble together.

but today... lock's been avoiding you like the plague.

it's a little funny. the man's three hundred pounds of pure muscle, tattooed and pierced on nearly every inch of his skin, but each time he walks in a room with you there, he turns on his heel and runs away like a scared little girl.

mostly, though, you're just worried that you've pissed off your friend.

"he really hasn't said anything to you?" you ask ran. they're 'helping' you make sandwiches for lunch-- eating more than they are assembling, but still. you appreciate the company.

"nah, he's been jumpy around me too." they mumble around a mouthful of turkey. you cringe in disgust as you watch them squirt a dollop of mustard directly into their mouth, on top of the mush of turkey on their tongue. "don' worry. we'll get 'im drunk and interrogate him tonight." ran promises, patting your shoulder. you giggle, smacking your friend's hand away from the cold cuts.

twenty minutes later, you're making your rounds across the bar and delivering sandwiches to the crew.

singed and deckard barely notice you, both of them searching the lab for something when you drop off their sandwiches. singed shouts a distracted "thank you roach!" before the basement door slams behind you.

thieram's still asleep-- preparing to stay up all night tonight for work. you put his sandwich on his desk and gently nudge him. "'s almost two." you whisper. he grunts.

"thamk y' r'ch." he mumbles.

your next stop is silco's office, since lock is still hiding from you. you gently knock on the door. "lunch!" you call.

"come in!" silco shouts.

silco's laying back in his office chair, his feet propped up on his desk, a cigar between his lips as he scrubs at his temples. you raise an eyebrow at his haggard appearance, gently placing his sandwich beside the papers littering his desk.

"rough day?" you guess. silco groans. from the sound of his groan alone, you know he needs a bitch-session. you happily plop down on the couch next to his desk, tearing into your sandwich and nodding at silco. "spill. but make it quick, i still gotta feed the kid."

silco groans again at the mention of his foster daughter, and you burst into laughter. of course it's about jinx. silco's never this angsty about business. "she's been avoiding me all day." he sighs, dropping his hands to look at you. you furrow your brows.

"it's only one." you say. he huffs.

"she was acting cagey last night too. has she said anything to you?" he asks. you shake your head no.

you're usually the first person jinx goes to bitch about silco to. you or sevika. so the fact that you haven't heard anything only makes her behavior stranger. silco groans again.

"i don't even know what i did! we were perfectly fine at lunch yesterday, and now she won't even let me in her room!"

"she's probably just hormonal. puberty, silco, it's different for girls man." you try to explain. he just shakes his head.

"no it's not that."

you take another bite of your sandwich, gesturing at silco to do the same. he huffs and rolls his yes, but he at least takes a bite, so you're happy. "lock's been acting jumpy around me too. maybe it's just somethin' in the air." you suggest.

silco's eyes sharpen at your words. the second you hear yourself say it, you figure it out too.

"oh, shit." you mumble, jumping off the couch. "what did those shits get themselves into now?" you ask, scooping up the last few sandwiches you have left to deliver and running toward the office door. silco starts to chuckle behind you-- a defeated laugh, one that means he knows he's about to have an even bigger headache that he did when he just thought jinx was upset with him.

"don't let them drag you into it, roach. i need you as my informant." he begs. you laugh.

"i'll let you know what i find out." you call over your shoulder as you stumble into the hallway and slam silco's office door shut behind him.

you take off toward jinx's room, not bothering to knock, knowing it would only give them time to hide whatever shit they're up to.

you slam the door open, and your eyebrows fly up your forehead when not just jinx and lock; but jinx, lock and sevika all turn to look at you with big guilty eyes.

you groan. "what did you do?"

"now, hold on, why do you assume we--"

"babe, i promise i had nothing to do with it until just this morn--"

"i am so sorry roach, i told her not to--"

they all start to speak at the same time, flailing wildly as their voices overlap. and then, from a pile of blankets and plushies on jinx's bed, a raspy 'meow' floats above all the rambling voices.

they all cringe simultaneously, their heads snapping over to the bed. you burst into defeated laughter.

"a cat!?" you ask, walking over to the bed. jinx's eyes grow a little wider at the smile on your face, and she's the first to run up to your side. "oh, janna." you groan through your smile as you look down at the mangy thing. "fuck, jinx, it's probably getting fleas and lice all over your covers."

she blinks up at you with wide eyes. "but she's so cute, roach!" she squeals. you giggle at the girl, then look up at your friends.

lock's cooing down at the cat, gently patting its forehead as it purrs into his hand. sevika's watching it with a smile she's trying and failing to bite back.

"you're all suckers!" you cry. they both look up at you guiltily.

"jinx is gonna name 'er shitstorm." sevika supplies. you laugh despite yourself, reaching out to ruffle jinx's bangs. it's the perfect name for the poor little cat.

"where did you even find this thing?" you ask. jinx shrugs.

"i heard meowing in the lab last night. found her hiding in a corner, all scared and alone." jinx pouts, reaching down to pet the cat. it seems to know jinx is it's savior-- licking at her hand and closing its eyes as she pets it.

it occurs to you that this is probably what deckard and singed were looking for earlier. you have to bite back a laugh-- this cat is one lucky fucker, narrowly avoiding a brutal death of shimmer experimentation to become a little girl's fur-baby.

"roach..." jinx whispers. you look up from the little cat, rolling your eyes at the wet puppy eyes jinx is blinking at you. "please can we keep her?" she whines.

you huff, throw each of your friends their sandwich, then lean forward and pick the cat up, holding it to your chest. it's a docile little thing, cuddling against you the second you got it in your arms. jinx is wiggling with glee before you, already knowing what your answer's going to be. you flip her off, and she grins.

"fine." you grunt. jinx and lock burst into happy squeals, jumping up and down as they hold each other's hands. sevika's grinning behind the pair. "but you three gotta help me take care of this mess understand?" you ask. they all nod.

"whatever you need, roach." lock promises, grining. you giggle.

"okay. lock, take jinx's bedding out back and burn it-- it's easier than trying to wash out all the bugs and diseases." jinx pouts a bit at the thought of losing her star-themed sheets, and you nudge her with your foot. "you still got your dinosaur sheets in the closet. and i'll buy you a new set next time we're at the markets, okay?" you ask. she nods up at you. lock gets to work stripping her bed.

"jinx, go talk to silco. he thinks you're mad at him."

"you think he's gonna let me keep 'er?" she asks, worried. you snort.

"jinx, you could ask silco for the moon and he'd find a way to bring it to you." you say. jinx smiles shyly at this, and you ruffle her bangs again. "tell 'im i say that pets are good for kids' social development, or some bullshit like that. she'll be good for pest control in the bar. get him to take you shopping for some food and a litter box for little shitstorm, okay?" you ask.

jinx grins and nods up at you, wrapping your legs in a quick hug before taking off down the hall to talk to silco. you laugh as you watch her go.

sevika's the only one left, blinking at you guiltily from across jinx's room. you snort at the sight of her. "come help me clean this little shit." you mumble, nodding toward jinx's bathroom.

sevika follows with a smile.

"you're the sucker." she teases as you pass her the cat, plugging the sink and filling it with warm soapy water. you snort.

"you know she was supposed to be one of singed's test subjects?" you ask. sevika bursts into laughter, scratching the cat under her chin. she purrs so loud it's like a little motor. "i went down there today, he and deckard were tearing the lab apart looking for the cat." you laugh.

sevika snorts. "after her bath i'll go break the news to 'em."

down the hall, silco's shocked voice rings out. "a cat!?"

you and sevika burst into giggles.

you take the cat from her hands, firmly holding it as you start to scrub it's skin free of bugs. she yowls at the water, but settles down once you start to scrub her, seemingly liking her bath. sevika wraps an arm around your waist, kissing your head as you work.

"she is a cute little thing. makes me feel bad for all the creatures jinx didn't rescue from singed." you whisper. sevika chuckles.

"honestly, babe, we're just lucky singed hasn't started experimenting on humans yet." she jokes.

thumping footsteps come running toward jinx's room. you both look up in time to see ran round the corner, a manic grin on their face. "a cat!" they squeal, pushing into the bathroom to coo down at the sweet little thing. "awe, hello sweet girl!" they cry, taking the cat out of your hands and into their arms.

you giggle at sevika's shocked expression-- ran's just a ball of sunshine under their bangs and eyeliner-- and pass ran a clean towel to wrap the cat in.

"you got it from here?" you ask your friend, trusting that they know how to care for the creature better than you. they grin, pressing kisses to the wet cat's head.

"jinx already named me godparent. suck it, bitches." ran says, sticking their tongue out at you and sevika, hugging the cat closer to their chest.

sevika snorts and you roll your eyes fondly.

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[tinyidle]

Can you do a part two of For the Memories with Dom Yuqi + Strap on?

༻༻༻𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 3 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒!𝗆𝖺𝗒༺༺

hope you enjoy this! and for all the people who were bullying me about another gidle fic, especially you 'userabcxyz', if you don't read and give this fic notes i swear i will.. cry 🥺/j

Stay Focused - SYQ

wc: 1.8k

WARNING: filthy filthy smut, modeling au, friends-with benefits, rough sex, degradation, facesitting, strap-on usage, scissoring, throat fucking, b!g d¡ldo, mommy!yuqi, meandom!yuqi, insatiable!yuqi, sub!reader, dumb!reader, fem reader, fiction ofc

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you were asked to help yuqi with phototaking for her magazine shoots. usually she does it alone, but because of your previous encounter regarding a camera, she invited you to one of her shoots for the day.

you, however, couldn't focus as she kept posing in what you considered suggestive poses. with each and every pose suggestion the head photographer showed her, yuqi would somehow jut her hips more, accentuate her legs, and basically pop out her figure. before long, your body had betrayed you and you lost all control. when everyone was taking a five-minute break, you decided to greet the older girl with a kiss on the lips, much to her surprise as she yelped. when you heard your name being called, you immediately pulled away from her.

"what the fuck, man?" yuqi yelled out to you, clearly annoyed from the lipstick smudge on her now pink-stained lips and cheek. "i need you to take help me take pictures for instagram, not get me all messy."

your face reddened once reality sunk in. you realized what you just did. this was supposed to be a favor for your friend. you were supposed to be professional. this wasn't supposed to be something as casual as having sex. "im sorry, yuqi," you swiftly apologized, wiping the smeared gloss off your dry lips. "but you looked too good. you know how distracted i get seeing you. i just couldn't resist." the woman remained unamused as you took out a wipe from your purse and gently removed the smudge of taint from her lips and cheek.

although she was angry at you ruining her makeup, yuqi smirked as she devised a plan. "okay, how about this. if you can compose yourself for the rest of the shoot, when we finish and head to my place, ill reward you. how does that sound?" immediately you nodded, liking the sound of that idea. however, that wasn't enough. "how does that sound, baby?" you blushed deeply before looking down and replying

"yes mommy."

"okay," yuqi confirmed, a wide smile on her beautiful face. "now point that camera on me and stay focused so we can get out off here."

hours passed, yet it seemed like eternity before the shoot finally was over. over time you were soaking your panties more and more as the head photographer suggested even more raunchy poses, as well as the makeup team making her face even sexier than you could ever imagine. once the shoot was thankfully over, you and yuqi went out to eat before going to her place.

yuqi's dorm was big, despite her technically not living alone. when you got in and went to sit down on the couch nearby, yuqi stopped you. "let's go to my room so that i can reward you, hmm?" you nod almost absentmindedly, allowing the taller girl to lead you to her room. yuqi sighed, "speak baby, or else you get no reward."

you gained your voice back to reply to her the best way you could. "yes mommy," you nodded again. yuqi nodded and took your hand.

once inside her room, yuqi sat down on the bed and patted the comforter. "come here, my dirty little girl." when you sheepishly walked over to her, she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you to her lips as she kissed you hungrily. you moaned into her mouth as she lead you both up to stand. it had been a while since you last tasted her, and your hunger was strong.

"mmmm," you hummed in her mouth. after some lovable making out, your friend turned a bit aggressive, pushing you against the wall as she kissed you harder, you struggling to gain consciousness of what was going on. once you finally realized what was happening, your and her clothes were discarded, and you were both back on the bed with her cunt on top of your nose. you were laid underneath her, her core dripping with need. she, however, stayed poker-faced.

as yuqi pulled herself from your lips, she instructed, "put that tongue of yours to good use. i want to feel your warm tongue between my legs again." you obeyed, unable to form words at first before murmuring out a 'yes mommy'. soon enough, her cunt started gushing onto your tongue as she came in your mouth with an audible sigh. as much as you tried to focus on cleaning her slit, her clit kept rubbing against your nose. after a minute of chasing her cunt, you gave up on cleaning her up, releasing a frustrated breath as you pushed yuqi's legs away from each side of your head. yuqi didn't like this, so to her much disappointment, she smacked your thigh. you cried out as she scolded you, "no one told you to stop. now clean me up or else i'll punish you for not following instructions."

you followed through, licking yuqi's cunt clean before sucking her clit into your mouth. although yuqi was caught her off guard by you latching your mouth onto her, she stayed unnerving, only shuddering when she came again. after you did what she wanted and then some, you lay still as yuqi climbed off your face, you knowing that you'll be rewarded now. your eyes fell on the corner of the room that had yuqi's black strap-on laying across it. yuqi noticed you staring at the toy also and smiled. "after tonight, you'll owe me, hm?" you nodded mutely, mouthing a 'fuck me mommy' before smiling widely.

"fuck, i love you," yuqi groaned before picking up the thick toy. she then ordered you to lick the entire length of the dick, savoring the taste of the soft, stark rubber. you sank your mouth onto it, gagging once the tip of it hit your throat. you only had half of it in your small mouth. "that's it," yuqi encouraged you, slowly thrusting the toy in and out of you. "make this dick nice and wet. got to make sure you get it all lubed up for your greedy pussy to take, right baby?" you only hummed in delight as the toy felt more and more slick by the thickness of your saliva on it.

after wetting the strap, you gave it to yuqi, who swiftly wrapped the harness part of it around her hips. you pushed yourself back on the bed, your exposed cunt wet enough to take anything she would give you. once yuqi tightened and secured the harness, she sat on the edge of the bed where you were, pushing the black dildo against your clit. you whimpered slightly, looking up at yuqi. "lie on your back, baby," she instructed, and you did so, propping your legs up a bit.

she spread your thighs open and positioned the dick towards your core, the head already being covered by your juices on it. without hesitation, yuqi sank the entire toy inside you, groaning loudly. "god, you're tight. i hope it doesn't hurt." it didn't hurt at all, however, as you gasped in pleasure from the cock opening you up.

just as you couldn't hold back from kissing her in the magazine shoot, you couldn't hold back moans from the immense intrusion onto your core. as your cunt was getting streched more and more, your exclamation grew incessantly louder. this did not go well with yuqi, with her smacking your breasts. you sobbed at the stinging feeling. "if you don't shut up, i might end up making you scream when i actually start fucking you." you continued whining until she put a finger on your lips. you relaxed under her finger and quickly stopped. "now, stay focused as mommy rewards you."

yuqi thrusted in and out of you slowly at first. with each pass of her cock, you writhed your hips, moaning softly. yuqi then increased the speed of her thrusting until eventually you began shouting yuqi's name. no sooner had you did, yuqi grabbed your cheeks and forced your face towards her own sexy one, her leaning forward so that your noses touched at the tips. she impaled you further and further with each slam of her hips, you throwing your head back each time. it felt like she was ripping you apart and reconstructing you back together again. every. single. time.

in little to no time, you could feel yourself approaching your climax. you didn't want it so soon, however. "wait, i don't want to cum yet." no answer. "no, mommy please!" still no answer. "ugh, yuqiiiii!" you called out to her, a little frustrated. you screamed out yuqi's full name at this point, yet she silenced you, forcing your mouth shut as she lowered herself to suckle on your breasts. you arched your back as the dam that held your juices back broke, with you effectively squirting on her.

yuqi stopped for a while, making sure you catch your breath. when she decided it was safe to continue, yuqi shoved the strap deeper into you and drove her hips impossibly forward, connecting her pelvis with yours like glue. this is when you really cried out loud, profusely cumming hard again. when you were deep into euphoria, yuqi leaned down to bite your neck lightly as she pulled out of your now spent cunt. when she took off the silicon toy back in its rightful spot on the mattress, she turned you on your side. when you looked up, yuqi smiled. "ready to continue?"

you knew exactly what she meant. yuqi would reward you even more; spoil you. that thought spurred you to regain your strength, even though you didn't know if it was going to be enough. you were tired, and yuqi didn't seem to be close to finished. that is until you remembered she said that you owed her. "uh-huh," you nodded weakly.

once yuqi let you gain more stamina, she demanded, "lay down." she moved the comforter around you so that you were now nestled in its middle. she then made you lie down on the pillows. once you did, she knelt between your legs, putting her hands on either side of your chest, positioning her core on your dripping lips as she took the strap back in her hand. "open your mouth, slut."

whimpering from the insulting name, but loving it, you opened wide as yuqi wasted no time sliding her strap-on inside your throat. "good girl," yuqi complimented. she began moving her hand back and forth, gradually increasing the pace of her thrusts inside your mouth. you started bucking your hips upwards, making your lover moan loud as her pace picked up more and more, with her once stilled hips moving as quick as her hand.

it wasn't long until your breathing became heavier and both your orgasms intensified before spilling over, your body moving in rhythm with yuqi's. once you were done, yuqi rolled off you, still panting heavily. "that was hot. you've earned yourself another reward," yuqi announced.

the next thing you know, you were on your back, yuqi's hand reaching for her phone nearby, and a camera flash went off to your now spent body.

[hikari-writes]

character: konoha akinori [haikyuu!!]

warning: none, just konoha comforting stressed out reader, comfort fluff

words: 1.7k

a/n: yes i am shamelessly promoting my "konoha akinori as the best housemate ever" agenda join my cult 🧍🧍🧍this is for @sugardaddyreo 's "The Home Collab" !!! i literally screamed when i saw the masterlist for this collab i cant believe i got a perfect opportunity to write abt roomie konoha my beloved aojdiwjdie so thank u so much for hosting!!! 🙏🙏 sorry this took a long time 😭😭but thanks to u i had lots of fun making it <3333 if im gonna be honest- i definitely ddint expect itd be this long ---

You didn't talk much with Konoha Akinori. Not that you didn't want to, but it's more because of your clashing schedules. It's weird, considering the fact that you both share the same house, yet you can count with only two hands the number of times you have spoken to him.

Komi had been the one to introduce you to Konoha during your search for a house. 

"He could use a roommate or two to divide the house rent with," your friend grinned and you considered that it's not such a bad option. You had never met this Konoha guy before but if he's a best friend of Komi, you figured that he's gotta be a pretty decent person. 

And you were right. Well, sort of. You just assumed he was since you never had much interaction with him in the first place, even after 3 months of living together. You hate to admit it, but even after such a long time had passed, you barely knew anything about him besides his name. To say you two regarded each other as ghosts in your own house would sound like an overstatement, but it's sort of true.

With all that said, why was that Konoha Akinori holding your head against his chest, letting it rest there, while gently patting your back? 

Let me take you back to a few hours prior to this.

That week had been awful for you. Extremely awful. All you wanted to do after leaving your workplace was to curl up in your bed, and probably cry yourself to sleep. That’s all. But even dragging your body to your bedroom was too much of a work, so instead you settled on lying down on the living room sofa. Did you care that your housemate’s probably gonna see you in your miserable state out in the open? No, rather, you’d thought that he’s going to pretend like he didn’t see it. After all, it’s not as if you guys were close enough for him to inquire about your wellbeing.

You heard the creaking noise of your shared apartment’s door opening. Your face still buried deep into the sofa cushion, you ignored it. ‘He’s home much earlier today,’ you thought to yourself. As expected, you didn’t hear anything afterwards, and you assumed he’d made his way into his bedroom. But when you felt a presence sitting down beside the sofa, you came to the realisation that maybe your assumption had been wrong after all. 

A few seconds passed by with no words exchanged between you two. It made you think that maybe you were just imagining things and Konoha wasn’t really there besides you. Not too long after that however, he spoke up.

“Hey…are you alright?”

You could’ve just said yes and let him leave. You could’ve just made up an excuse on the spot, it’s really not that hard. Why would you need to confide in him when he’s just a stranger you’re sharing your living space with? But as soon as he asked that, a million different emotions washed over you in an instant. It’s a simple, and not to mention an overused question, but maybe that’s just what you needed at the moment. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you. He wrapped his arms around your shaking figure, silently comforting you. At that moment, your soft weeping was the only thing echoing throughout the room.

And so, that was what led you to this point. He allowed your head to rest comfortably on his chest while he listened to whatever your problems had been. He was a good listener, and even offered encouraging words to help lift up your spirit. You never expected that, and you must admit that you were impressed. 

“Oh right, I almost forgot,” Konoha gently rose up from his seat after he was done talking, and it took all of your willpower to not stop him from leaving your side. Your eyes curiously followed him to the kitchen. He took out a tub of ice cream from the fridge, one that just happened to be your favourite flavour. After he took a couple of spoons from the cupboard, he made his way back to the living room where you were with a grin.   

“Thought this might help. It’s your favourite, right?”

You simply blinked at him, stunned. 

“How did you know that?”

“We’ve lived in the same apartment for months now, I think I would at least be able to notice this much,” his reply was nonchalant, but it made you feel a bit guilty since you never noticed anything about him. ‘Maybe he’s just really observant…or I’m the one who’s too ignorant of my own surroundings,’ you silently concluded. 

You took a spoonful of the ice cream, followed by Konoha, and could feel your heart lightening up just a little at the coolness of the dessert. Konoha began to reach for the tv remote and switched it on, going through a selection of shows that you both could enjoy together. You turned to him when a question popped up in your mind.

“I’ve never seen this one in the fridge before. Did you just buy it?”

He looked surprised by that question, and it took him a moment to reply to it. He coughed once, as if he’s trying to cover up his increasingly red cheeks.

“Well…yeah. Uh…It’s just…I noticed that this week you looked extremely tired. I thought that maybe buying you your favourite ice cream could help make you feel better so… I picked it up on my way home just now.” 

He looked away, embarrassed at his own confession. Either he’s really observant, just as you’d concluded earlier, or your fatigue and stress were that visible. Either way, you felt your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. You choked back another sob before softly whispering a thank you. You weren’t sure whether he heard that or not, but from the corner of your eyes, you could see him turning his face back towards you and his hands softly placed atop your head.

A few more minutes passed by, and you could feel yourself calming down from the earlier outburst. With the ice cream tub in your hand and shoulder leaned against Konoha’s, you both continued to watch the show on the tv in silence, minus the occasional funny commentary you both gave towards the characters in the show. 

Despite the energy it took off of you for all that crying, your eyes didn’t feel quite sleepy yet. There was still something on your mind. You glanced at Konoha. He didn’t look like he’s about to fall asleep anytime soon either. 

“Hey, Konoha?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m..sorry.”

He looked at you with a puzzled look, so you continued.

“For burdening you with my problems even though we’ve barely even talked before. And speaking of that, I’m sorry for not trying harder to close the gap between us….even though we’re supposed to be housemates and all.”

Konoha looked contemplative for a moment before giving you a playful grin.

“If that’s the case, why don’t we start over then,” he replied with an outstretched hand.

“The name’s Konoha Akinori. I'm 24 years old and I work as an employee at a pharmaceutical company. I’ll be in your care from now on, roomie.”

You had to process his words for a moment before taking his outstretched hand in yours, shaking it.

“Same here…roomie.”

Your reply came with a grateful smile that graced your lips. It was the first time he’d seen that bright of a smile from you. He could feel the heavy weight in his chest lightening up. He'd been worried for you ever since he first noticed how distressed you were. Now that he finally saw the genuine smile on your face, he felt relief washed over his entire body and he found himself smiling alongside you.

"If anything ever gets too much for you, well…just know that I'm always here to help. Don’t shoulder them all by yourself.”

He ruffled your hair, messing it up even more than it already was, before standing up from the sofa.

“You should go to bed. It’s late already,” he suggested, eyes still on you. You were about to nod at his suggestion when he grinned cheekily. 

“Or if you’re having trouble sleeping, I can help lull you to sleep.”

‘...this little shit.’

You narrowed your eyes at him and racked your brain to come up with a snarky comeback. You stopped yourself when you came to a sudden conclusion.

“Sure.”

“What?”

“I’d love for you to sing me a lullaby. I do wonder what kind of angelic voice you have.”

It was your turn to tease him and his eyebrows squeezed together into a frown. He turned his face away from you, but you could still see his slightly red ears. You then made your way into your bedroom, with Konoha silently following behind you.

It’s funny now that you think about it. Just a few months ago, you were struggling to hold a proper conversation with him. But now, after properly talking to him for the first time for only a couple hours, you could easily tease each other like you’ve known each other your whole life. Talking with Konoha wasn't as stifling as you had feared. The reason you were able to talk to him so casually was also thanks to him making the flow of the conversation so natural. At that moment, you genuinely admired your housemate as the man that he is.

You climbed up onto your bed while Konoha took a nearby chair in your room and placed it at your bedside.

“So you’re actually going to sing me a lullaby?”

“Shaddup.”

He gently slapped a hand on your face, covering your eyes, before heaving a sigh and started singing. It was a gentle tune, and paired with his voice, it didn’t take you long to fall into a deep slumber. 

Once he saw your steady breathing, he stopped and took his hand off of your face. With his chin resting on his palm, he stared absentmindedly at your sleeping figure.

‘Did I just earn myself a housemate or a kid to babysit?’ He wondered to himself, gently scoffing at his own question. Right before he walked himself out of your room, he turned his head one last time and smiled.

“Sweet dreams, y/n.”

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Any Fan's Dream, Part 24

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.Keep reading

Sorry this chapter is a day late, I was remaking the taglist and that took a lot longer than expected so I just passed out after lol

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As the bright lights carried you back to Earth, you couldn't help but curse yourself for not talking to Heimdall. 

It was Heimdall for goodness sake!

You were extremely disappointed in yourself. He was so cool! He deserved someone to appreciate all the times he had committed treason in order to save Asgard! You couldn't believe yourself. You hadn't even said one word to him!

You stopped berating yourself when the rainbow lights began to fade, taking in the familiar surroundings when the Bifrost was gone. You looked down, feeling both guilty at the marking on the ground and also in awe of it. On the one hand, it was proof of the Bifrost but on the other hand, it looked like a lot of work for the gardener to fix.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Natasha grabbed your hand and began leading you to the compound. 

With Natasha on your right side, pulling you along, Peter walked beside you on your left side. He looked like what you imagined you looked like the first time you saw the compound—of course, his curious face was undoubtedly more adorable than whatever face you had been making. That experience had been surreal.

The three of you had appeared relatively far from the building itself, so when you were about halfway to the compound, the doors burst open and half of the Avengers came pouring out. Wanda and Steve reached the three of you first, but Clint and Scott weren't far behind them. 

"Are you okay, (y/n)?" Wanda asked, accented voice soft. 

You nodded and grinned, spreading your arms. "I'm all healed."

"I'm glad." She smiled back. "Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?"

Your grin got even bigger. "Of course!" 

How could you say no to Wanda motherfucking Maximoff???? She was literally amazing and strong and kind and caring and-

HOLY SHIT SHE'S HUGGING MEEEEEEE!!!!

You reciprocated the hug eagerly, more than happy to receive a hug from the one and only Wanda Maximoff. It wasn't a very long hug, which you had expected considering you hadn't really interacted with Wanda much (which was such a shame) but you were more than happy with the short, reassuring embrace she gave you. 

When she pulled away, she smiled at you. "I'm glad you're alright."

"Uh..." Your brain had stopped working at the realization of how pretty her smile was. "...You're super awesome, Wanda."

She laughed. "Thank you, (y/n)."

Wanda patted you on the shoulder one more time before moving out of the way for Clint and Scott to approach you. Scott gave you two thumbs-up and a bright grin while Clint gave you a side-hug, telling you softly that "he was glad you were okay". At that point, you were pretty much on Cloud Nine; after all, you had just been given a hug by Wanda and you got to interact with Scott and Clint who were both wholesome dads and with your parental issues, they seemed like incredibly amazing parents to you.

"I know everyone is relieved to see her, but we should go inside so she can sit down. She needs her rest," Natasha spoke up, having watched you greet them all with a smile on your face that caused a smile to grow on hers. 

You wanted to protest, but you knew that you had worried Natasha a lot recently so you figured you could listen to her. 

The little group of you, Peter, and Natasha, had more than doubled with the four new arrivals. You all walked back, Peter still beside you while Nat moved to walk beside Clint as she talked to him. As you looked at the people around you, you couldn't help but notice Steve's silence.

Your thoughts about them were halted when you realized you were about to step into the compound. Any time Steve had brought you to the compound, the two of you had stayed outside and just gone on runs. Never had you gone inside, though. It wasn't even that Steve had said you weren't allowed or anything, there just had never been a reason to go in. But as the rest of the group walked in, you felt yourself take in a quick breath. You were about to enter the Avengers compound. To you, it was practically sacred ground.

You weren't given much time to soak in the awesomeness; instead you were ushered to a free bedroom by Natasha and insisted to rest for a little while. The healers on Asgard had said it would be a good idea to rest for a couple days, just because you were mortal and they were used to treating humans. You didn't really mind the rest, even if you felt guilty for making everyone worry, because for the last week you hadn't had one hour of sleep that wasn't riddled with nightmares.

After Natasha and Peter left you to relax, both giving you a hug, you found yourself unbelievably bored. Thankfully, a knock at the door was able to catch your attention.

"Come in!" you called out, fiddling with the thick comforter before your hands froze as you saw who it was. "Oh."

Bucky immediately noticed your halt in movement. "I'm sorry. I can go, if you'd like."

"No!" You winced at your own volume, especially when you saw him cringe at it. "Sorry. I just meant that it's fine if you stay."

"Are you sure?" He was clearly reluctant to take up your time. You thought it might be because he wasn't very comfortable with people quite yet but your theory was wrong. You didn't have a clue that his actions were motivated by guilt, which was pretty stupid considering guilt is something you'd gotten well acquainted to.

"Yeah. Promise." You smiled at him, shocked and delighted that Bucky Barnes was approaching you. 

He cleared his throat, looking away from you. "I just came to say thank you."

You blinked. "What for?"

Bucky looked at you questioningly. Had you lost your memory during the fight? He felt even guiltier at the thought of that, but that would explain why you seemed so happy to see a criminal—

"Ohhhh," you realized, "I'm stupid. It was my pleasure—well, I mean getting stabbed wasn't ideal but I'm glad you didn't get hurt.

You smiled at him earnestly, hoping to convey your appreciation for him through the gesture. He was one of the heroes who suffered the most and you found hope in his strength. 

Bucky didn't really know what to do. How could he? You had risked your life to save his and now you were saying it was your pleasure? It took him a moment to realize who you reminded him of. The reckless actions for the greater good? The putting aside your own pain to save others from it? You were just like Steve was before the war. Optimistic, unapologetically willing to do the right thing, and with far too little regard for your own safety. 

Just thinking about the similarities between you and his best friend, a small smile came to his face. "Well, still, thank you. I probably would have died had you not stepped in and I am indebted to you."

"There's no need for that. I mean, it sound kinda cool to have an Avenger be in my debt, but I'd rather you just be my friend." Your eyes were so honest and hopeful and Bucky had a hard time accepting what you were asking. 

The entire situation didn't make sense though, so maybe he was dreaming?

"You want me to be your friend?" Bucky asked slowly, as if he was listening to another language and slowly trying to decipher the meaning behind the words. 

"I mean-" you were starting to regret your words. What if he didn't feel comfortable with it? You didn't want to make him feel obligated to be your friend. "-I just think you're cool. If you don't want to be, I understand. I just thought it would be nice..."

He still didn't know how this situation was happening, but he wasn't averse to your question. He just didn't want to hurt anybody. Having friends meant the possibility of hurting them. "If you would like me to, I would be honored."

Your heart stopped when he smiled at you. 

DAMMIT WHY DID EVERYONE HERE HAVE SUCH NICE SMILES??????? MY HEART CAN'T TAKE SUCH BEAUTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Uh..." you were slightly dazed before snapping out of your stupor. You didn't want to scare him off. "Awesome! Oh—also, my name is (y/n) (l/n). I just realized we never really officially introduced ourselves."

"I'm Bucky, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." 

When Bucky left, he still couldn't believe what had transpired. He'd gone in expecting you to be mad at him for your wound, which wasn't his fault, but he still felt guilty for it. He had expected fear or regret but had been greeted with excitement and earnest friendliness. 

He could understand why the rest of the people in this place seemed to care for you so much. 

~~

You rubbed the crust from your eyes, groaning as you began to wake up. You weren't sure how long you'd been out, but you could already tell that had been one of the greatest naps of your life. What with the chaos of the past week, you hadn't had a good nights rest for a while and your body was paying for it. The healers on Asgard telling you to take the next couple days easy was something your sleep deprived self desperately needed and while you would've preferred to be completely okay, you couldn't deny that you were relieved. Besides, even if you tried to avoid resting Natasha didn't seem like she'd go along with that.

You sat up in the bed, reality hitting you like a frying pan when you remembered that you were in the compound. You still hadn't yet seen the extent of your actions. You could guess that the team hadn't split up because Steve and the others were at the compound but you didn't know that for sure. And you still hadn't seen Tony so you didn't know what was happening there. Plus, there was the matter of you releasing the Accords to the public and you hadn't seen the effects of that either.

Overall, there was a lot of shit you still had to deal with, but for the moment you were allowing yourself a moment of rest. You knew that even if you had somehow miraculously been successful in your attempts, there was still the matter of the future and that purple wrinkly bitch's stupid ass plan.

You rubbed your temples, knowing that you couldn't forget the dangers of the future but that you also needed a moment to focus on something else. You left the room to go seek out that distraction you craved. You walked back the way Natasha had led you to the room, unbelievably curious to see what else was in the building but also not wanting to get in trouble for snooping.

That's kinda funny...you didn't wanna get in trouble for snooping but you leaked government documents...aNYWAYS-

You were pulled from your thoughts when one of the many doors in the hallway opened, a familiar figure exiting the room. He froze as he saw you, looking divided and...sad.

Why was Steve sad?

"What's up, old man?" You grinned at him, hoping to lift his spirits.

With your words, he looked even sadder- 

No. 

Not sad. 

Guilty.

“(y/n).” He nodded at you. “I hope you’re alright now.”

”Oh.” You felt slightly put off by the way he was speaking. “Thanks. How are you? I hope you didn’t get hurt during the fight.”

He barked a laugh, the sharp noise unexpected. “I’m fine. I’m not the one who took multiple stab wounds to my side.”

“Well now you’re making it sound serious or something.” You tried to joke. 

“Could you, for once in your life, stop joking?” The anger in his voice shocked you, the unexpected situation making you feel vulnerable.

”…Are you mad at me?” 

Something in your voice made him take a step back, reining in his temper. “No, (y/n). I just—“ he sighed. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of this. My attitude or your injuries. I should’ve—none of this should’ve happened.”

And you began to understand.

He wasn’t mad at you.

He was mad at himself.

But why?

He had done what he set out to do. Bucky was safe for the time being, nobody had gotten arrested like in the movie, and everyone was alive with hopefully minimal injuries. 

Even as your mind searched for a reason he would be so angry, you missed the most obvious answer. 

"I'm so sorry, (y/n)." This time, he sounded defeated, seconds away from his voice breaking. It was scary to you. He was one of the strongest people you knew so to hear him so sad broke your heart. "This is all my fault."

Even as you struggled to wrap your mind around the situation, you found yourself reaching out to him, trying to grab his hands and give him a reassuring squeeze. Unfortunately, he only moved his hand away, shying away from your touch. You could understand not wanting to be touched when you were emotional, so you respected his boundaries, putting your hands back at your side.

"None of this was your fault," you told him. "The Accords were always going to happen. Besides, you found your best friend and saved him from being wrongfully imprisoned-"

"That's not what I'm talking about." He raised his head, looking you dead in the eyes. "You almost died. I know you're smart so I know that you understand what happened. You're still a teenager for God's sake. You didn't deserve this."

You refrained from pointing out that you were technically an adult. Also, you couldn't help but feel like you did deserve what happened. You'd known about the bombing at the Accords and had failed to prevent it. People had died because of you. 

"People don't always get what they deserve," your voice was far less cheery than usual, it's usual lightheartedness gone. "Besides, you were what? Also 18 when you enlisted? Even now," you sighed. "You're like 27 and you've been through hell."

Steve was shocked by the numbers. His life felt a lot longer than that. "I'm 26. And that's different. I signed up for this. You didn't."

"Well it's not like you dragged me there while I was kicking and screaming. I chose to be there." Your voice was firm. "And I don't blame you at all, okay? None of this was your fault."

You could tell he was still having a hard time believing your words of assurance. 

"Would it be okay if I gave you a hug?" you asked, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable and hoping that maybe it would help him believe you were sincere. Plus, you loved hugs from any of the Avengers.

"I don't think you want to."

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"Fine." Steve could feel a small smile begin to form. "Only if you it's safe for you, though."

"Psh, nothing could keep me from hugs."

While the hug you gave him was short, you hoped it still helped lift his mood. You knew what it felt like to be burdened with guilt.

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Okay okay I know your ask is closed but this idea has been eating away at my for a week now

Alright so imagine the reader is a feline mutant, could be a house cat or a big cat mutant whatever you imagine, and they’re cuddling with their turtle and they start kneading, making bread, their paws into said turtle while they sleep. How would the boys react to that? Cause it just seems so cute, especially if the reader gets embarrassed by it.

preferably 2007 or Rise, cause I’ve also seen you mention your desire for 07 requests

I’ve read a bunch of your posts and I’m sure you can do my request wonderfully, now you make sure you take care of yourself and if this is too much for you right now I can wait ❤️💖

I JUST SAW THIS & I THINK THIS WAS THE BREAK I NEEDED BC HUH

Yes YES YES

If your request hasn’t been fulfilled yet, IM SORRY BRO IM TRYING FR FR😭I think I jumped at this bc it’s just a short shot & I literally have to mentally prepare myself to write a long shot

Also me using the same 4 gifs of the guys bc there’s barely any TMNT 2007 gifs 😫😫

TMNT 2007 Headcanons: Baking Biscuits (Cat Mutant!Reader)



Leonardo

This turtle loves every second of it

Tries to catch you all the time kneading, he’s infatuated with how normal cat habits fall onto you

How turtles have things like chitters(?) & mating season, he likes to see you have cat qualities

You knead the ends of his mask a lot

Cats sleep a lot, so I think you’d fall in between sleeping for a full 8 hours all the time no matter what

And once you wake up, Leo’s gone(in the event you stay the night or share a bed,) but he always leaves an extra blue mask for you to knead while he’s training or meditating

Like how turtles enjoy their shell to be scratched, you’ll definitely both have a set time where you just love on each other like that, where you just cuddle and scratch while he rubs your back

That’s so cute omfg wait I might’ve just did sum

Raphael

Won’t ever tell you, but he feels it while sleeping

So much so that he’ll have a dream of you kneading on or around him

We all know he’s a cat lover

Guys that love cats >>>

But anyway, he’s already fond over you and protective

Also I hc that he feeds the stray cats around the city & the best part is watching them make biscuits in an alley

So to see you do it is the cutest

Raph is a known heavy sleeper, so he doesn’t awaken that easily

HOWEVER (comma)

He would not mind it at all if he woke up to you trying to knead on his shell before he rolled over

Also if he does wake up, he’ll lay on his stomach for easy access to his shell for you

Also doesn’t tell you if he’s awake, he’ll wait a few just to hear you purr while baking those biscuits

Donatello

Donnie doesn’t sleep

However (comma) he wouldn’t mind it if you kneaded next to him while he was working on something

My cat usually kneads right next to me and buries their head on some part of my body, so if you do so, Donnie seriously doesn’t mind

In fact, he loves it! Just feeling you next to him is all he needs

Actually, since Donnie doesn’t sleep, I feel like he would take a cat nap (no pun intended) via bread kneading

He thinks of it as a nice massage. Although kneading is usually on a blanket or something, Donnie’s shoulders are free real estate for kneading

Michelangelo

He notices right away

He’s not a heavy sleeper idc RAPH is 😭NOT Mikey

He immediately does the lil head pat

Also likes to joke around about it

“Guys please stop ordering biscuits Y/n’s been baking for hours please they haven’t seen their family in weeks”

That line. All. The. Time.

Is definitely the most physical out of the four brothers

Meaning he’ll absentmindedly pet you or rub your back knowing you enjoy it as if you’re a non-mutant cat

If you get a little embarrassed (especially if done around his brothers or April/Casey,) Mikey would just switch and do it in private

But tbh he just wants to show off his cute s/o to everyone

Gifts you a (very fluffy) orange blanket of his exclusively for kneading and baking those nice loaves of bread

Since being a mutant feline, your nails will naturally be sharper than average, so he always (attempts to at least) stitch the blanket back up for you?

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More Hearts Than Mine Part 8

In which you spend Christmas and New Years with your family.

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Mood Boards

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x afab!reader

Word Count:5.1k

A/N: Im making a mood board for this that ill add later. Also, I will be waiting here patiently for the wave of comments and messages because yall are going to scream.

As you and Jake pull into your parent's driveway, you see his eyes widen and his mouth drop open. It's December 23rd and you're here for the next week to celebrate Christmas and New Years with your family. After meeting his family a few days ago, you called your mom and told her to really pull out all the stops. You didn't go into detail, simply explaining that Christmas with his family had gone badly and that he deserved to have a magical experience. 

You can confidently say that she didn't disappoint. Your mom and dad have always gone all out for Christmas but this is a different level. You're fairly certain they went out and bought more decorations because you've never seen it like this before. There's a fresh blanket of snow that just adds to the beauty of the scene in front of you and your heart swells.

The oak tree in the front yard has been completely covered in red and white lights, the house is lined with icicles, and the driveway is lined with light-up candy canes. You see that your mom has put out a whole slew of yard decorations ranging from those mechanical light-up deer to a huge Santa and sleigh. 

You turn to look at Jake with a bright smile and you've never seen such innocent wonder in his eyes. It reminds you of when a baby sees something that captivates them for the first time and their little brains can't comprehend it. You let him take all the time he needs and after a few minutes, his trance is broken. He slowly climbs out of the truck and makes his way over to you, being careful not to slip. 

Once you're out, you grab his hand and the two of you make your way up to the house. "I'm glad you made me get a coat and gloves. It's cold." He says and you laugh. "I told you so baby. Bet you're happy I made you get the puffy coat with a hood instead of that little jacket you insisted would be enough."

He nods his head slightly and the two of you reach the top of the porch stairs. The door swings open and Jake is immediately hit with the warmth of your home and the smell of cookies baking. Your mom doesn't step out this time, instead ushering the two of you in quickly. "Get inside, it's freezing out!"

She waits patiently for the two of you to take off your outerwear and pulls you each into a hug once everything is hung up. She kisses both of you on the cheek before stepping back and guiding you into the living room. Jake feels a familiar fuzzy feeling when he sees the inside of the home. 

There's lights and garland lining the stairs and a large tree decorated with years of homemade and sentimental ornaments. It seems everywhere he looks there's a form of tinsel or ornament and he almost can't believe it. This is what he had always imagined Christmas to be like, but he thought it only happened in movies.

"How was your drive?" Your mom asks and Jake smiles kindly. 

"It was nice. Got to see what a lot of states are like during winter, which was cool." He explains and your mom nods her head in understanding. Before you can process or add to the conversation, you're being swept off your feet. You let out a loud squeal followed by a giggle when you realize it's your dad. 

"Welcome home, pumpkin. We missed you." He says before turning halfway to Jake. "And you too, I guess." He teases with a wink and Jake lets out a laugh. Your dad releases you and gives Jake a hug with a firm pat on the back. "Good to see you, son." He tells him, this time with warm sincerity and Jake nods his head. "You too, old man."

Once you've both said hello to your parents, the two of you make your way around the room greeting your siblings as well. Your brother hands Jake a beer and pulls him over to the couch to talk about some sport that you don't follow. You stand there for a second and love fills your heart as you watch all your favorite people in the same room interacting. 

Your joy is short-lived when your mom and sisters whisk you away into the kitchen. Your mom is quick to put you to work helping with dinner and conversation is light as you all focus on your assigned tasks. 

"So," Britney starts. "How was Christmas with the Seresins?" She asks casually and you stop what you're doing to turn around. Your mom shoots you a look and you assume she hasn't said anything about your phone call from a few days prior.

"His family is rich. Like old money, ranch on a hundred acres, million dollar home rich." You tell her with a shrug. The women's eyebrows shoot up and they share a look of surprise. Your sister-in-law is next to speak. 

"Okay, but what is his family like?" She prods and you tsk before turning back around to continue peeling potatoes. "Best left unsaid." Your mom sets down her whisk and comes to stand next to you, placing a gentle hand on your arm. 

"Come on sweetheart. It can't be that bad." She pushes and you set down your knife, staring at the cutting board in front of you. You close your eyes and silently wonder if you're going to regret your next words. 

"I punched his dad in the nose." You tell her while lifting up your bruised hand to show them. "What?" Your sister asks. "Why?" You throw your head back with a loud sigh and resign to the fact you're going to have to tell them the whole story. 

A few minutes later, your mom and sisters have matching angry expressions on their faces. It's silent for a few seconds before your mom speaks up. "Well, he deserved it. Should've spit on him too." 

"Mama!" You exclaim and all four of you burst into laughter. "Well!" She says with her hands up defensively. "It's the truth! I can't imagine a parent treating their child like that, especially not sweet little Jake!" 

You nod your head in agreement and cross your arms. "Me neither. That's why we have to make this the most special week ever." You say and your mom and sisters share a look. "Trust me," your sister says. "It'll be special."

Meanwhile in the living room, Jake is telling your dad and brothers the same story. "…and then she punched him. Pretty sure she broke his nose." He says and your dad lets out a low whistle. "She never has been one to take it lying down. I don't think I've ever seen her back down from a fight, especially if it involves defending someone." He says and your brother nods. 

"Yea she's five years younger and she's always been able to kick my ass, even when she was little." He laughs. Jake chuckles and takes another sip of his beer. "If I wasn't sure before, I am now. She's definitely someone I want on my team for the rest of my life." 

Your dad smiles fondly at the man in front of him and nods his head. "She's one of the good ones. Unless you're on her bad side." Jake quirks his head to the side and lifts up his bottle. "Cheers to that."

An hour later, you're setting the table and the men walk in to take their seats. Your dad slings his arm over your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear. "Good job, kid. Looks like those boxing lessons came in handy." You shake your head with a laugh and whisper back. "No, that came from you."

Your dad smiles proudly and kisses your cheek. "I'll take the compliment. If you have any more trouble with that asshole, you let me or your brothers know and we'll handle it." His tone is serious and you stop to look at him. "You know I will, daddy."

The rest of the evening goes smoothly and before you know it, you're saying goodnight and heading up to bed. You and Jake go through your usual bedtime routines before climbing under the comforter together. 

Jake turns to face you and kisses your forehead. "Did your mom ask about my family?" He questions and you nod your head. "Yeah, I told her the truth."

He hums quietly and ponders for a few seconds. "What did she say?" He asks and you debate whether you should tell him or sugarcoat it. "Do you really want to know?" You question while looking up at him. He nods his head with a small smile. "I really do."

You heave a sigh and lean forward to press a kiss to his bare chest. "She said he deserved it and that I should've spit on him too." You murmur and Jake's chest rumbles with a laugh. "I knew there was a reason I love that woman." He quips and you can't help but smile. "What did my dad say?"

Jake looks down and you can see the wheels turning in his head. "That you've never had a problem kicking someone's ass and you're one of the good ones." He answers truthfully and you snort. "Yea that sounds like something daddy would say. I've been grounded for fighting one too many times."

The two of you lay in silence for a few more minutes before you roll over and turn off the light. "Let's get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow." You yawn and Jake agrees while pilling you into him. "Goodnight, sweet girl. I love you." You smile lazily and snuggle into him. "I love you too."

The next morning is a flurry of getting dressed, eating breakfast, and putting everything together for the annual Christmas party. Everybody woke up at 6 am and Jake has never seen a family work so in sync. The first couple of hours are spent decorating sugar cookies and tidying before the group splits off. Jake and the other three men start working on the backyard, putting up tents, tables, outdoor heaters, and fire pits, along with decorations. 

Inside, you, your mom, and your sisters busy yourself putting together all the desserts and making a ham. Unlike Halloween, this is a much more important party and people actually come for food so it's a pitch-in. Once the ham is in the oven and the pies are in the fridge, the four of you sit down and crack open a bottle of wine. 

You're busy laughing in the living room when you hear the back door open followed by four sets of snow-covered boots being thrown off. Jake makes his way in and plops next to you on the couch. He places his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up and you shriek, almost spilling your wine trying to wiggle away from him. 

He laughs loudly and kisses your shoulder before retracting the ice cubes attached to his arms. His eyebrow quirks when he sees the glass in your hand and looks at the other women, noticing they all have one too. "It's one pm and you're drinking?" He asks with amusement and you shrug your shoulders. 

"Pretty much the entirety of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day are spent drinking. How do you think we stay warm?" You explain and Jake almost laughs before he realizes you're serious. He purses his lips and ticks his head to the side. "Okay then."

You take another sip and turn to your dad who now has his arm around your mom. "What time are we going tonight?" You ask and he looks at his watch. "It's been getting dark around 5 and the party starts at 7 so probably about 5:30." He answers and Jake looks at him confused.

"Where are we going?" He asks and you almost choke on your wine with excitement. "Oh!" You exclaim. "I forgot to tell you. On Christmas Eve we drive around all the neighborhoods and look at Christmas lights! It's been a tradition for as long as I can remember."

Jake smiles warmly and nods his head. "That sounds fun." Your brother kicks his feet up and turns to face him. "Oh, it is. We bring hot chocolate in a thermos and listen to Christmas music." 

You spend the next few hours sipping on wine and laughing with everybody and before you know it, it's time to pile into the car. Your mom makes two thermoses full of hot chocolate and you all head outside. 

"How do y'all usually split up?"Jake asks and your wrap your arm through his. "We don't. Daddy's SUV seats 8 people." You explain while guiding him towards the truck. Corey, LeeAnn, and Joe all clamber into the back row and once they're in, you, Jake, and Britney get in the middle row. 

Jake silently wonders if you've always gotten along this well because he and his sisters were always fighting over who sat where, no matter how many times they rode together. Meanwhile, the six of you just climbed in without a single complaint, everybody was just happy to be involved. 

Your mom turns to check that everyone is buckled in and once she confirms, your dad pulls out of the driveway. Jake has a window seat and he's silently grateful since he's never gotten to experience this before. He wants to be able to see everything without feeling bad about crushing you to get a glimpse. 

Ten minutes later, your dad pulls into a neighborhood and turns the radio on. Your mom distributes hot chocolate and Jake swears he's never seen so many festive houses in his life. He's driven by a few over the years, sure. But this is completely surreal, like something you'd only see on TV. He reaches for your hand and you smile, grateful you get to be the one to introduce him to such happiness.

Your dad drives around for the next hour while everyone points out their favorite houses and sings along to classic Christmas songs. By the time you're pulling back up to the house, Jake has completely forgotten his own familial troubles and he's fairly certain the little kid in him is being healed a little more each time he comes here.

It's 6:45 when you get back and everybody runs inside to finish getting ready before people start showing up. You hand Jake a Christmas sweater and he frowns while taking it. His expression quickly turns to a smile when he sees you slip on a matching sweater of your own and he puts it on without any questions. Of course you'd be the type to wear matching sweaters, and he loves you even more for it. 

Once you're outside, you take a second to look around. It looks like a Christmas wonderland at night time and you briefly wish you could see it from your jet. You don't have much time to think before guests start rolling in and filling the tables with food. 

Just like Halloween, there are hundreds of people here and Jake can't believe it. He wonders why none of these people want to spend Christmas Eve with their families before he realizes that a lot of the people here are their families. It's not common for people to move away from here, so there are generations of people gathered together that have known each other since diapers.

He watches in awe once again, as you navigate the night like a professional. You field a few questions about a wedding or babies and Jake smiles to himself. If only you knew. His part in the evening is less stressful than last time, having already shaken everybody's hands at the Halloween party. 

He was mostly asked questions about his career by men wanting to relive their glory days and heard several comments about how cool it is that the family now has three fighter pilots. His heart swells each time when he realizes that not only has your family accepted him as one of their own, but the community has as well. 

Everybody spends the evening drinking and laughing while rotating between eating and roasting smores. Jake swears he's never eaten this much food in his life and he makes a mental note to hit the gym extra hard when you guys get home. 

Once midnight hits and it's officially Christmas, things start wrapping up. You and Jake make your rounds before heading up to get ready for bed. You're both exhausted from your long day and it doesn't take long for the two of you to cuddle up and fall into a deep slumber.

Jakes feels the bed bouncing and glances at his watch to see what time it is. 6:30. He groans and throws a pillow over his head, which is promptly removed and chucked across the room. You plop down on him and clap your hands excitedly. "Get up!" You shout and Jake peeks one eye open. 

"What the hell are you on about? It's still dark outside." He grumbles and you roll your eyes dramatically. "It's Christmas morning, Scrooge! Let's go!" You jump off of him and use all your strength to drag his dead weight out of the bed. 

"Let me shower and get dressed." He yawns and you look at him like he's just said the most outrageous thing you've ever heard. "Christmas morning is no time for looking fancy, now let's go." You exclaim but Jake doesn't budge. 

"You want me to go downstairs with bedhead and slippers?" He asks and you nod aggressively. He sighs and takes your outstretched hand. Now the matching PJs with polar bears and Christmas lights you made him wear make sense.

You bound down the stairs excitedly and Jake tries to shush you. Just because he has to wake up and entertain your craziness doesn't mean others should be subjected to it too. He's shocked to find everybody already downstairs in front of the tree when you drag him behind you. 

"There you are. Geez, took long enough." Corey says with a frown and Jake has never been more confused. Took long enough? It's barely morning and they've been waiting for you? You flip your brother the bird when your mom has her back turned and take your place on the floor. 

Your mom starts handing out gifts and Jake shifts awkwardly. He feels weird sitting here silently while waiting for everyone else to open their gifts. His mouth falls open when your mom hands him a present. She laughs at his expression and Jake looks like a fish out of water.

"What?" She asks. "You didn't think we'd forget about you, did ya?" She asks before turning back to continue distributing the boxes wrapped in colorful paper. 

It's not that Jake thought he'd be forgotten, it's more that he didn't think anyone would want to take the time and energy to find him something. The idea that your parents went out with the intent of getting him something, or even weirder, saw something and thought of him makes him emotional. 

He doesn't recall the last time he received a gift, especially from family. His parents never did Christmas presents and birthdays were usually just a couple hundred dollars thrown his way. By the last present, Jake has a pile sitting at his feet and he has to choke back tears. 

He'd gone with you to shop for everybody but he never in a million years expected them to do the same for him. Everyone takes turns opening presents and once their done, Jake has a hard time holding it together.

Your dad got him his favorite whiskey that he mentioned in passing, your sister gave him airplane cufflinks, and your brother gave him an engraved leather wallet. There were a few other miscellaneous things too. A Texas longhorns blanket, and a few nice hoodies. He thinks everything is done when you pull a box from behind the couch and hand it to him. 

He quirks an eyebrow and you motion your head toward the gift, encouraging him to open it. He opens the box to find a pair of Tecova boots with your name burned into the leather. His eyes widen and he once again considers dropping to his knee right then and there. 

"You mentioned needing a new pair of going-out boots." You shrug as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Jake stares in disbelief, well aware these boots run for at least $300. Based on the stitching and coloring, he'd guess they cost well over that. Jake shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a box. 

"I didn't know if we were doing gifts or not so I was holding onto this." He says and your mom's eyes widen, shooting to look at your dad. You take the box with a smile and open it to find a pair of diamond "J" earrings. "Oh my god, these are beautiful! I can't wait to wear them!" You exclaim while throwing yourself into his arms. He catches you easily and winks at your mom over your shoulder. 

The rest of your day is spent lounging around the house, mostly cuddled up under Jake's new blanket and watching Christmas movies. You're in the middle of "Santa Clause" when you turn to Jake. "Do you like your boots? I wasn't sure what you like so I just ran with it." You tell him and he smiles brightly. "I love them, darlin'. Can't wait to wear them out and show the world I'm yours. Do you like the earrings?" 

You nod your head and kiss his cheek. "They're absolutely beautiful. I'll wear them all the time." You say and he kisses your forehead. Your parents and siblings look on with small smiles, happy to see you happy. They know exactly what Jake has up his sleeve and if you're this grateful over earrings, they can't wait to see your reaction to his next surprise. 

The past week flies by and it's finally New Year's Eve. You took Jake sledding for the first time earlier today and now you're getting ready to go out. You're meeting your friends at the bar to drink and watch the ball drop. 

You walk out of the bathroom and see Jake waiting patiently in a pair of wranglers, one of his new sweaters, and the boots you bought him. He looks handsome as always, clean-shaven, and not a hair out of place. He smiles when he sees you and looks you over. 

"Like it?" You ask with a smile and Jake nods. "Love it. You look stunning." You blush at the compliment and glance at yourself in the mirror. You're just wearing a chunky sweater tucked into black skinny jeans and doc martens. Your hair is framing your face and your makeup is done the same as always. It's nothing too special. The only new thing is the earrings Jake gave you. 

"You ready to go?" He asks interrupting your thoughts and you nod. "Yea, it's almost 9. Don't want to get there too late." You say and he follows you out of the room. You grab your long black coat that falls to your knees, a hat, and a scarf. 

"Bye guys! Be back late, love you!" You yell over your shoulder and don't bother waiting for a response. Jake takes your hand and leads you to the truck before opening the door and helping you up. There's a comfortable silence as you drive into town, the only noise being the quiet lull of Christmas music still playing on the radio. 

You watch with confusion as Jake drives past the bar and instead stops a few blocks up, outside the park you showed him his first day here. You look over at him as he shuts off the truck and raise your eyebrows. "Uh, bars back there babe." You tell him and he nods his head but still gets out and walks around to your side. 

He opens the door and your eyebrows scrunch together. "I know, I just have a quick detour." He explains and you take his hand. He helps you down and shuts the door before leading you into the park. 

You see snow flurries falling and the park is dark aside from one lone street lamp. "Now would be a really shitty time to kill me, Seresin." You joke but he doesn't laugh. 

Right as you're about to ask him what's going on, the park lights up. Your eyes widen when you see that every tree has been completely covered in lights and you're standing under a willow tree that's covered in snow. You stare for a few seconds trying to understand who did this and why, but your mind draws a blank. 

You turn around to ask Jake and you gasp when you see he's down on one knee with a ring box in the palm of his hand. He's got the biggest smile you've ever seen and he's sure you can hear his heart hammering in his chest. Your hands fly up to cover your mouth and tears prick at your eyes. 

You don't say anything, completely taken aback. Jake gives you a few moments to process before speaking. "Y/N. I've known since that night I met you that you were the woman I'd spend the rest of my life with, and it was only confirmed when I met your family. And then again, at Halloween and Thanksgiving, and when you punched my dad." He says and you let out a watery laugh at the last part. 

"I bought this the week after you brought me here and I've been planning the perfect time with your mom and sister. There's no other person on this planet that I could see myself terrorizing a nursing home with and I don't want to go into the new year without knowing that I get to spend every year for the rest of my life with you." Tears are streaming down your face as you listen and Jake's voice wobbles. 

"I asked your dad for your hand at Thanksgiving, and now it's time to ask you. Y/N, will you please make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?" He asks and you choke on a sob. 

You drop down to his level and grab his hands. "Are you sure?" You ask through your tears and Jake chuckles. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life, sweet girl." As soon as the last word leaves his mouth, you fling yourself into him and send the both of you tumbling into the snow.

"YES!" You scream and Jake places the ring on your hand. You look down to see three flawless diamonds sitting on a simple band and shake your head.

"It's so fucking beautiful, Jake. Oh my god." Your words are interrupted when you hear cheering. You look to Jake for an explanation and he just smiles up at you. He stands up and helps you get to your feet, turning you around. 

All of a sudden, you see a group of people running toward you. You're swept off your feet by Bradley and spun around before he sets you back down. You look at him in shock before glancing around him to see just what the hell is going on. It takes your brain a second to catch up but when it does, you weep.

Standing before you is the entire dagger squad, Maverick, your parents and siblings, and all your friends. You turn to look at Jake and he wipes the mascara from under your eyes. "I flew all of them out. I knew you'd be devastated if they missed it, and so would they." He explains and you shake your head again. 

Once you've had a minute to calm down, you're swarmed by everyone you love hugging and congratulating you. Your mom throws her arms around you while crying, and the rest of your family follows suit engulfing you in a giant group hug. When they're done, Phoenix comes over and squeezes you. 

"Let me see!" She exclaims and you give her your hand. "Holy shit. This thing should be a registered weapon!" You laugh loudly and lower your voice. "I know right?" She motions to Bradley and he walks over. "Bradshaw, look at this! Did you know Bagman had money like that?" She asks and he shrugs. "I helped him pick it out."

Phoenix's eyes go wide and she glares at a sheepish Jake. "I'm going to kill him." She jokes and you slap her arm playfully. "Hey, at least let me get down the aisle first." You continue greeting everybody and Jake stands off to the side, letting you have your moment.

Your dad walks over to him and gives him a hug. "I'm proud of you. You're both very lucky to have each other." Jake closes his eyes and leans into the embrace. "Thanks, old man. I just wish my family could be here." He says while blinking back tears. 

Your dad holds on a few seconds longer before pulling back. He keeps his hand on Jake's shoulder. "It's their loss. Maybe one day they'll come around, but for now, just try to enjoy it." He comforts and Jake nods while swallowing thickly. 

After everyone settles down, you all make your way to the bar and spend the rest of the night drinking and celebrating. Your friends and family mingle and get to know each other, while your dad and Maverick reunite and reminisce. 

Jake catches you staring at your ring and walks over to wrap his arms around you. "Do you love it?" He asks and you turn in his arms. You lean up and kiss him with a grin. "Almost as much as I love you." You tell him and he hums. 

The two of you fall silent for a moment before you speak again. "Y/N Seresin. That has a nice ring to it." Jake nods thoughtfully and pulls your hand up to kiss your ring finger. "Yes, it does." 

You're interrupted by chanting as the countdown to the new year begins. Jake looks at you and his eyes crinkle when he smiles. "Ready?" He asks and you lean into him. "Ready as I'll ever be."

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Got on the wrong foot Pt.6

Tales of the hidden city (Leo's part of the episode)

rise Leo x OC

(Warning: non but cursing)

Leo's pov: "Hidden city zoo" "ohhh luxury resort" "battle nexus" "ohhh witch town!" "I could really use a massage" we all pointed to the map

"alright we narrowed down our list to 200 activities I don't want to spend my whole day in the hidden city voting so I say we each do our own thing" we all said our goody good bye and I get to spend some time with my new girlfriend

until I see Donnie grab Kyle and talk to her and I walk closer "hey Dee whatcha guys tal-" "sorry nardo I needed to talk to Kyle for a moment so can I borrow her for a moment?" I was confused and I kept my smirk "ya go ahead" I walk away (ofc he's going to eavesdrop he's Leo what do you think he is a hob-)

I had an idea so Kyle would understand right I hide behind a stand and tried to hear what they're saying "okay I know my dumb dumb brother so if you or him get in trouble call me you have my number okay" I see Kyle nod her head and Donnie pats her head so I walk in "hey you guys done yet?"

i see Kyle smile sweetly I look at Donnie and I glare at him he looks at me with a straight face and April grabbed his arm "come on Donnie I want to go to witch town!" "Ya Donnie go to witch town" Donnie glares at me "scoff I will goodbye nardo" and he looks at Kyle and does a small smile and pats her head and walks away

I wrapped my arm around Kyle "you okay" I look down at her and smirk "of course I'm okay im Leonardo the nexus champion" she giggles but damn i needed that to calm me down and we walk to a stand as we see a map and I opened it "whoa food, chronic , and fun in the sun at the HIRSUTE' resort and spa you know I have been busting my show with the heroing lately time for a chilling day with for a epic day with chillaxian with my girl!" I hear Kyle laugh and cheer

(time skip)

We got to Hirsute resort and I was shocked

"whoaaa" and I whistle looking at the stuff that's going on but i didn't know why Kyle had a towel covering her body, glasses on, and a straw hat covering her face she had that when we got here

she kept a hold of my shirt for some reason but we kept on walking and we saw a little buck inside and I bent down "hey bub it is bub isn't it? Which way to your lounges lounge chair?" And the buck pointed to an outside beach and I grab kyle's hand and drag her to the seats as I sit down and look up at her "come on mi amor you can take that off no one's going to judge you" she shakes her head

"it's not that you know everyone in the city knows me cause I used to be a foot soldier and a nexus champion before you!" I look at her and shrug

"come on for me por favor" she hesitated and nods her head let's just say I wasn't ready

I immediately got up stole someone's cardigan robe and put it on them covering her I was a green mess and sat her down and sat down next to her clinging on her

(Something like this just imagine it) I sit up "time to work on the base tan" I threw my hat and got back to my position with Kyle until she taps me and I turn around to see two unicorns and I was annoyed who do they think they are ruining me and my girlfriends time together

"Excuse me buds you're in my sun" and the guys looked pissed "sorry sir and ma'am this is a privet club members only" when they said that I wrapped my arm around both of the unicorns neck "look friend like the Poca shells by the way, me and my girl have been hearing all week and we need a little RNR so can we just look the other way?” I put money in the crack of his arm

I see Kyle get up taking her hat and sun glasses off “can you pls let go of my boyfriend…” they threw me out of the place “ow that was not chillaxing” I rub my head and I see Kyle trying to get to me but a whole crowd asked for stupid shit and the buck guy was in front of me “why won’t you try the resort across the street” I look at where he’s pointed at smiling gasping until my smile drops

mane I see a scary ass resort as I walk in “the nerve of them treating a battle nexus champion that way!”

(time skip cause I’m to lazy)

I walk in the resort with my odachi resting in my shoulder and everyone is mesmerized and everyone came up to me the small buck “welcome sir! Coconut water?” He had a coconut drink in his tray as I grabbed it, drink it and threw it then the unicorns “voice towlet?” I grabbed the towel and rubbed it on my hair Then a girl fox “commentary beachside pedicure?” I then s e Kyle trying to get out of a crowd that are surrounding her

and I picked her up

(I know she got a nice ass not talking about the oc talking about it’s the girl and just pretend that’s how Leo picks her up)

“L-LEO!? How how did you-“ I cut her off “no te preocupes de eso hermosa” I make her sit down and I lay down between her legs (no it’s not getting sus yet calm down wait in one or three chapters)

(Idc if I’m putting to much photos)

(time skip)

everything was a disaster Kyle was being dragged around even tho she’s a enemy with the foot clan but people can’t understand that and I was fighting my alive hair that made me steal money and shit when I was asleep until I shaved my hair off getting mad at the short ass guy who gave me the hair and Kyle confessed to the crowd that she is not apart of the foot clan anymore

And when me and Kyle got outside telling them that it was the shirt guy they thought it was me and since they found out that Kyle isn’t apart of the foot clan so they took us to jail

but when we got there Donnie got pissed at me “HOW IN THE WORLD OF LOGIC DID YOU FUCKING GET KYLE IN JAIL!?!?!??!?!???!” I roll my eyes “look I took great care of her it’s not my fault you don’t fucking trust me” Raph decided to come in the mother fucking argument “look guys Raph doesn’t like it when we curse or argue” but me and Donnie kept on yelling at each other

“Guys stop…” i didn’t hear Kyle so we kept on yelling at each other “why don’t you trust me” “because you’re irresponsible and don’t think about others but you! You self centered piece of shit!” My eyes widened “Donnie!!” I hear Kyle and April yell “I’m saying the truth!” I felt Kyle cup my cheeks “he didn’t mean it okay I love you mi armor don’t listen to him pls don’t…” I hear her whisper I lean in her touch

Placing my hand on the back of hers and I felt her peck my lips and she smiles “you know that I’ll love you right…?” I nod my head

(time skip)

she was sitting down and I had my head on her lap until we see master splinter and Mikey in our jail well with disguises with a cake and master splinter gave me my odachi and I stood up and I picked Kyle up when i opened the portal

and I ran in with her in my arms and I also got the cake

(Hello so I hope you liked this one and the other ones too so I just wanted to say how come MY MOTHER F#CKING MEMES GET MORE LIKES THAN MY GOD DAMN ATORYS SURE SOME OF THEM MIGHT BE SHORT BUT IT TAKES ME A LONG ASS TIME TO MAKE THEM *clears throat* i don’t mean that stuff *kai you said nothing bad so stfu and NON BINARY UP!*…my friends right I am schizophrenic…now let’s put that aside so it’s midnight and i can’t believe I’m trying to make these everyday for you guys to enjoy ruining my fricking 8 hours of sleep but I may not be able to post the rest of the story’s because there’s a thunderstorm or just a storm for short but it’s going to be for a week so my lights and everything will go off so I might not be able to post so ya 🥲 but I’ll do my best to make you guys happy that’s just a reminder that I may not post for a week probably but if I do post that means IM BACK BABY HAHAHA-….what was I doing again? *my lesbian friend: you’re going to tell them about the so-* OH YA so the song until I found you idk the person who made it so just go find it on Spotify- why in the f#ck is this note so f#cling long *my lesbian friend:that’s on you dumbass* me:🖕…. So ya that’s all I’m now going to knock the f#ck out so have a good day or night and god bless you beautiful people byeee 💙)

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~ More than anything ~

Pt.1

Stalker!2012 Donatello x Willing/eager!Female reader.

Not proofread. Im so sorry-

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You're walking home at night, getting home from a party your friend was holding at her place. You check your phone for notifications, your friend had held onto it so you could 'distance yourself' and 'live a little'. Whatever. Who needs to live when I have all the people I actually care about right on one screen! Instead you spent 5 hours at a party with many couples surrounding you. Making out, groping eachother. They should get a room, gosh. You see many texts from your best friend, Donnie.

Donnie<3: Y/N where are you? 9:12 PM

Donnie<3: I went by your house and you weren't there 9:34 PM

Donnie<3: Im worried sick about you 9:46 PM

Donnie<3: Please just respond 10:27 PM

Donnie<3: Please don't ignore me 10:35 PM

Donnie<3: Dont make me use the tracker I put into the T-Phone! 11:52 PM

Donnie<3: A party? Really? You know how dangerous those are. Especially for someone as pretty as you so late at night! 1:49 AM

You'd forgotten about the tracker, but how he knew it was a party confused you a bit. Nobody had told him about it and you didn't see him there. Whatever. You feel so bad for him. Such a poor anxious innocent soul. You shoot him a quick text to attempt to ease his mind.

Y/N<3: Donnie, im so sorry. I meant to text before I left but I forgot. I promise to text next time. Sorry, D. 2:03 AM

You get an immediate reply

Donnie<3: Star, you had me worried out of my mind! 2:03 AM

Y/N<3: I knowwwww. Im sorry. I swear on everything I am ill try to pay attention more 2:04 AM

Donnie<3: Good. Get back to the lair. You need sleep. I'll grab us snacks.

You smile down at your T-phone. He'd always been so considerate. Especially towards you. He'd always know where you are, who you're with and what you're doing. Just to keep you out of trouble of course. You'd always been so trusting of others.

You walk to the lair. You look around you to check if anyone sees you. You see a familiar set of white glowing eyes. You ignore it, figuring he's just out on patrol. Opening the manhole cover and hopping down, you make your way towards the lair. You arrive and all of the boys greet you. Mikey gives you a big hug and you pat him on the shell. Leo and Raph are busy training or doing something along those likes, you never really cared to ask. You walk too the lab and Donnie is waiting at the door for you. Wasn't he just- nevermind. It was probably just your imagination. He hugs you and rubs your back, murmuring against your hair about how much he'd missed you.

"Its been way to long, sunshine" He says, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. You look up at him with an eyebrow sarcastically raised. "Donnie, I saw you yesterday" He replies with a smile "Yeah, thats what I said. Too long" *you roll your eyes. He lets go of the hug after a solid minute. He does the usual. Shows you everything in his lab. Every new invention or project. Or just random small things he'd been tinkering with to pass spare time. He pulls out a small box from a drawer in his desk. "I hope you like it. I spent days on this" You take the small box into your hands and open it. Its a necklace with a few charms and a locket. You notice how its not metal that would make your skin turn green from wearing it too long. He spent time and actual money into this. You open the locket and see a picture of the two of you that Donnie had taken about a year ago. In it, you were asleep on the couch, my head leaned against donnies shoulder. There are a few charms. A purple turtle and two hearts. One a simple love heart and the second a realistic human heart. Both out of Sterling silver. You look up at him with a wide smile. "Donnie... I don't know what to say. Its lovely" He gently puts it around your neck. He smiles as he sees the colors of the metal against your skin. Though, the picture in the locket. You don't remember him going to your house. Like, literally ever. You always went to the lair. So how did he get that photo? You're sure whatever the answer is, it is perfectly rational. You had most likely just forgotten. He continues to ask you questions about the party. Like who you were with, what you were doing, what you drank. He knew all of this already but he couldn't have you know this though. He was just kind, sweet Donnie. He'd never do something as demented as to stalk his best friend. At least, thats what he believed you thought. In reality you knew the whole time. You knew he was around. Even when you couldn't see or hear him, you could feel him around. The thickness of the air, the soft scent of his cologne that according to his brothers, he only started buying after he'd met you.And you absolutely adored it, you loved it more than anything. The attention, but only because it was from him, little did he know, you we're just as obsessed with him as he was of you. This could go so many ways, who knows where this deranged dynamic duo will go.

[moochalove]

All for you. (YAN!Venti x FEM! Reader)

NSFW

!!MINORS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Clasping your wrist you fiddle with a bracelet your lover had bought you on your nth date, wondering how he was able to afford it, he could never seem to pay off his tabs and it was always you who had done it, that’s how you met after all. Gently caressing it you carry on with your day, “It’s pretty early so I think ill just take a walk around before heading off to see Venti!” you thought to yourself. Heading west you approved Dawn Winery, taking a glance you could see him, Diluc Ragnvindr, ah the man you once held strong feelings for. Not wanting to gain attention you simply walk by acting as if the Wine yard hadn’t been there before you arrived, that was until he called out your name. Oh, how you once longed for him to say your name, no, it's time to stop being stuck in the past- you have an amazing lover who gives you all the love and attention you need. Trying to calm your nerves you turn slightly, “Um, Yes? May I help you?”

Taking a gulp you stand still as if moving would make the tension between you two worse. “So sorry if I interrupted your walk- I- I just wanted to say hello- have a good day.” To think the stoic Master Diluc would have a small soft spot for you, though if you asked him he would simply brush it off as being polite. Even after all these years he still treats you as a superior, disregarding all the times you asked for him to see you as an equal. “Ah- Thank You very much, Diluc! You too! Bye bye.” quickly bowing before you continued walking down that path that would eventually meet to The Windrise tree. “I hope that wasn’t too awkward? Maybe I should’ve been more polite? Opening? Maybe-“

A gust of wind brushed over the land, combing your hair- inhaling the fresh air you feel a pair of arms wrap around your neck, feeling someone lean into your neck. All you can do is sigh and wrap your hands around ones dangling near your torso- “You’re never this early? Is something wrong, my love?’’ Inhaling your scent you can feel you lover relax upon your back, legs that were once dangling in the wind have seemed to float partially above ground now. “Yes! You’re late for our date!” “I’m quite sure im early? Surely you weren’t waiting that long?” “I was waiting for eevvvveerrr!” The bard said exaggerating the end. Inhaling your scent again he could smell a hint of grapes. Quickly voicing his thoughts, “You don’t smell that of dandelions anymore, love… More like grapes, you know how I feel about this, Y/N…” Gulping nervously you try and laugh it off, “So you can smell like you’re fresh out of a tavern and its okay? Yet when I have the faintest scent of grapes on me, its a problem?” “My dearest Cecilia, thats the problem. There are no taverns outside of the city other than… its supplier. What have I said about going near that place… I don’t like the way he looks at you. You know this, could it be… I knew it… You’re cheating on me with him, aren’t you?” All you could do was burst out laughing, “Haha! Oh my dearest lover boy! You’ve got it all wrong! I would never cheat on you!” Taking his arms off your shoulders and turning to face him you see he’s… crying? Oh no. Have you truly upset him? “D- dear, please! I would never cheat on you with him!” Pulling out a handkerchief that was gifted to you, you slowly wipe away his tears, kissing them away also works but you don’t think he’s in the mood for that right now. With a loud sob he wraps his arms around you crying loudly pushing you both to the ground. “Y-you promise? You’ll n-never leave me? Promise?” Softly petting his head, “Of course. Even if it meant giving up anything and everything for you- I would do it.” That’s all he needed to hear, eyes dilating, breathe hitching, he smiled wider than you could imagine. “My sweet Cecilia- lets go home, we’ll rearrange our date for another day. What do you say?” Still patting his head you nod, “Okay, lets go home.”

Feeling gusting winds soar around you both, holding onto Venti tightly. Opening your eyes you’re back home- who knew old Mond could still be considered a home. Perhaps this is where Venti felt this is where you would be the ‘saftest’ you didn’t oppose the idea when he proposed it though, so it was partially your fault- that’s okay though, he was courteous enough to somehow set up a nice small cottage for you both! Mostly for you since he tends to spend that night at the tavern or in a tree. It’s okay as long as he comes home every now and then, right? You weren’t even sure of the answer, now, this isn’t the time to be questioning things like this- especially at this moment when Venti was still embracing you, puffy eyes and lips. Stroking his hair you try and comfort your poor Bard Boy. “Please Darling, I’ll do anything, please don’t be upset anymore.” You’re either really smart, or really oblivious, either way Venti was glad you were practically setting yourself up for his little game.

NSFW BELOW!!

“Anything~?” you’ve never seen him switch up so fast… “Y-yes of course Darling! Anything for you.” You could feel him inhaling more of your scent, with a small ‘tsk’ he started to gently rub your back. There was no backing out of this now- you knew exactly what he wanted, were you ready for it thought? No! Making love with Venti made you so tired, he can go at least 3 or more rounds, if he’s feeling generous he’ll only go one. Snapping out of your thoughts you feel him lick your neck, shivering slightly you hold his head against you more. “You taste better than the finest wine around, my love, I can never get enough of you.” With a hesitant giggle you feel guilt building in your chest. Even if you wanted to, you just can’t- that’s okay though, Venti is here to wash it all away and build you anew, as he always does. “Lay back.” You did as he ordered, complying with a nod you slowly laid back letting your arms relax above your head. “Now, just let me…” He unbuttoned shirt swiftly, discarding it quickly into the nearest corner next to you both. Licking around the bud of your nipple you let out a soft moan, “D-darling, please!” Using his free hand to play with your perked up nippled he fondled and tugged at your right breast. You can feel him leaving love bites against the flush skin, you didn’t mind for you would cover it up later. Venti could feel his undergarments growing tighter and tighter by the second, paying more attention to your right breast he used his free hand to palm the painful tent growing in his pants (bro idk what to call them goofy ahh shorts??? PANTS???) “Darling? How about we just skip all the foreplay and what not~?” You really didn’t want to but he’s been so good and generous for you. “Of course, whatever makes you happy, love” Closing your eyes tightly you held onto his back as you could feel his now free tip rubbing against your slick folds. Rubbing back and forth against your clit he gently slid into your seeping hole, “Ah… that feels batter…” letting small moans and gasps escape you lips you gently rubbed his back. “Okay… I’m gonna move now” you whimpered and nodded gently. He started slowly, you could feel his tip hitting your cervix harshly- it felt so good, “F-faster please, pl-please~?” Leaving rough hickies on your skin, lapping at the mark with his tongue. His thrusts grew frantic, wanting to release all his sees within you. “Mmm just like that darling!” “A-allow me to mark you as mine once again?” “D-darling no need to ask’’ He threw your legs over his shoulders and leaned down into you, from this new position you could feel the veins etched on the side of his cock. Your mind began to feel fuzzy from this new position, tongue lolling out as you let out pathetic whimpers bouncing off the walls of your small yet cozy room. “M-maybe if you were a good girl I’d love you more g-gently~ but you’ve been bad, haven’t you?” Grabbing your face and smooshing your cheeks together, “You know how I feel about you trying to whore around? And you still do it. Such a bad girl” he slapped your face as he continued to thrust in and out. “To think I trained you poorly. It’s okay though! I’ll just have to fuck you dumb again and retrain you! Surely you don’t mind?” Haha of course y-you don’t!”

He could feel the knot in his stomach growing tighter and tighter, as could you. All you could do was whimper and scratch at his back! You couldn’t form a cohesive thought, just blabber noises. He loved when he fucked your brains out! It made Venti proud, no one could fuck you this good! Especially not Diluc. That thought alone made his eye twitch, thrusting in harder and whispering dirty words into your ear, you came around his cock. Juices spilling out of your arousal. It made your cunt feel so good and light. After a few more thrust he came deep into your cunt! Your pussy milked his cock dry, sucking every drop out of him. It’s like your pussy was made for him and him only. As he pulled out slowly, an anemo symbol formed on your lower abdomen. He smiled as he laid next to you circling it with his fingers, “See? It wasn’t that bad was it?” Giggling to himself you laid there still seeing stars as you tried to catch your breath.

“Y/n, no matter what you do, where you try to run off to… just know you can never escape, okay? You’re mine and mine alone. You don’t need anyone else! Just me! So please be a good girl and stay with me, yeah?” All you could do was nod. You knew he was just trying to be loving and watch out for you! “And if you still fail to listen… I might have to take things into my own hands! Surely no one will notice if a few people go missing, right?” You barley understood what he said during the last bit, slumping your arms over him and pulling him into your chest you fell into a deep slumber. “Oh? I suppose I’ll have to scold you later? Sleep well my Cecilia~” closing his eyes he held onto your hips as you both drifted off to sleep.

AN: Yall imma be honest- I thought I posted this already😭 turns out I forgot to!!! Anyways hope you enjoyed this fic that I wrote SOME TIME AGO (I’m so sorry-)

[joeyquinndrabz]

Pints over wine- Joseph Quinn x Reader

TW: idk alcohol ig? fluff cause I broke you guys with the last one, sorry bout that love you all xoxoxo

“Guinness please!” You called over to your friend as he asked you what you wanted from the bar. You were never one for fancy cocktails or expensive bottles of wine, you’d grown up going to pubs with your family so a shandy was slipped your way at the age of 11 and it soon lost the lemonade component as you reached 16. You loved beer, larger, sometimes the occasional cider. But you tried to change it up and Guinness was a new one for you, trying it in the city of the drink itself, Dublin. None of your fellow female friends were one for beer and it was always a good conversation starter between men in the smoking area who were in amazement they found a girl who likes beer. Slightly sexist but you were 6 pints in by the time these conversations took place so you tend to let it slide, too drunk to give a shit.

The drinks began flowing and so did the laughter, your friends had all made a point to make the Dog And Duck your local and you were well and truly regulars at this point. It was a perfect mix of modern and old, whether it be its interior or the people inside alike. It was a staple in your weekly routine and you couldn’t imagine socialising anywhere else.

“I’m going for a smoke I’ll be back in a bit.” You announced before picking up your pint and heading outside. There was a decent amount of people in the pub but because of the cold, winter weather there was no one outside which was a shame because you enjoyed your drunken conversations with fellow smokers. Sitting at a spare chair n table , you began to pull out your baccy and papers before realising you’d left your filters at home. You groaned loudly and your drunken self took this hard, all you wanted was a cigarette or two to pair with the drink in-front of you. Sulking down in your seat and crossing one arm over your chest, you reached for your drink and gulped a considerable amount down.

The door to the pub opened and out came a man in his mid-twenties, baccy and papers in hand. He noticed your presence and gave you what appeared to be a genuine smile. “Alright.” He nodded before putting his own pint down on the table next to yours. “No.” You mumbled with pouted lips. “No?” He questioned with a chuckle as he began to roll a cigarette for himself, sitting at the table next to you. “I left my filters at home.” You grunted, sipping your drink with a pout still prominent. “Oh darling that’s not good.” He commented before pulling out two strips of filters and putting them next to your packet of baccy that’d been abandoned on your table. Your eyes lit up and your mouth went from pouting to a beaming smile. “Oh my god thank you thank you thank you!” The man laughed and shook his head in astonishment at how a couple filters could make someone so happy. “You’re more than welcome sweetheart, im sorry they’re menthol.” You smiled and you were the one shaking your head this time. “No no no it’s fine I smoke menthol too!” You giggled and began rolling a cigarette, a long awaited cigarette. “That’s what I like to hear! And you’re drinking Guinness too.” He pointed his own pint of Guinness towards you before taking a gulp. “I love Guinness it’s my new fixation.” You commented before licking the sticky strip of the paper and completing the roll.

“You’re so cool! Where have you been this whole time? Most women I meet when I’m out here are drinking wine and turn their nose up when I pull out menthol filters.” He explained as he patted his pockets for his lighter. “Really? No, I’ve been smoking menthol for years! And you’ve got the pop filters, 10/10.” You chuckled as you took an inhale, taking in the mystery man’s panic as he couldn’t find a lighter. “Need a light?” You asked whilst offering him your lighter which he accepted. “Thanks love, looks like we’re both forgetting things today.”

You both chuckled and began small talk about London and who you were there with. “I’m Joe by the way, sorry I should’ve introduced myself properly. Got a bit distracted.” Joe scratched the back of his neck before looking over at you sheepishly. “Don’t worry I’m at fault too, I’m y/n.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, he chuckled to himself before reaching out his hand to meet yours. “You look like a y/n.” He pointed towards you with his cigarette this time, he was very expressive with his hands and it was something you did too. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned with a cackle, you were really enjoying his presence he was very likeable. “It’s a cool name! N’ you seem pretty cool yourself so it just makes sense.” He explained, tilting his head and laughing along with you. “You seem pretty cool yourself Joe.” You smiled and turned to meet his sweet smile. “I’m glad you think so, I’m really enjoying myself right now y/n.” He admitted after stubbing his cigarette out.

“So am I.”

“Want another one?”

“Go on then.”

[bnhxx]

Silly little RE dream time thread bc I gotta share this dumb shit with everyone now, starting w Carlos Oliveira

ALSO if you want to reblog w you're silly little dreams PLEASE do I wanna see all the silly dreams. Please. I am beGgiNg 🧎‍♀️🙏

-SO imagine picture this right grocery shopping w Carlos.

-And we had a super bunged trolley the ones w the fucked up wheel that takes the whole cart off track?? Those ones anyways my hyperindependent ass was like let ME take the trolley 😈 I wanna RIDE 😈 n hes like sighhhh 🥲

-AND THEN I ALMOST RAN INTO A DISPLAY BYE 🏃‍♀️💨

[(Pictured) me @ Carlos in my dream when I almost derailed a whole fucking pyramid of cans]

-so he just laughs and is like you need some help there? N im like yes I do stfu it's a good thing I like you dickhead 😤

-The way he just EFFORTLESSLY TAKES IT W ALL THE GROCERIES INSIDE LIKE BYE IM LEAVING I WAS SO MAD. STRONG PPL REALLY MAKE EVERYTHING LOOK SO EASY.

-But anyways he was like I could just use the bags n im like yeah but don't your arms get tired and he looked SO insulted like 🤨😐😶 are you my love and support or are you a fucking fake rn

-And I'm like GAKSHDDJDS sorry but he was like 🙄 so I was like GOD, okAY and like linked my arm in his and patted his biceps like im sorry Carlos' right and left arm I never meant to insult you I love you both very much 🥰😘🥰 and then he lost it

-ALSO can we say good boyfriend again??? For the ones out back??? Bc whoo boy he went and got us some FOOD after our little fiasco bc it was like the first time I left the house in WEEKS kahsjsjs

-and it was super CUTE even though he was like idk why you eat so little like this 🤔 you live like this fr 🤨

-like,,,,I'm SHORT so technically I'm better for the environment bc I consUmE LESS. 😤

-But he got me a super cute little lunch set and that was it my heart was his ❤️

-JABAJSHSHSGS I'm realising this was such a chaos dream but yeah Carlos is best bf I would recommend 🥰🥰🥰

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Creature Comforts

Prompt: hey ! feel free to ignore this if you want, but im having an anxiety moment™ and would love to see something like this in your writing style !!

so, my idea is that roman gets anxious when it storms due to his fear of the dark and the risk of the power going out, and patton has a phobia of thunderstorms, so they tend to hang out when it storms since the other understands, to some degree, their anxiety about the situation on a personal level. virgil, who loves storms, finds them / gets summoned when they're both panicking pretty bad due to a storm, and soft fluffy comfort ensues where he tries to calm them and reassure them that their fears aren't stupid. lots of soft fluff <3

regardless of whether or not you end up writing this, i hope you have a good day !!! i love your writing style sm <33 - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: thunderstorms

Pairings: uhhh whatever the one for roman/virgil/patton is, can be platonic or romantic i don't care

Word Count: 1795

For Virgil, thunderstorms are rare moments of peace. Times where he can just...relax, as much as he ever can, and watch the sky, listen to the rain, enjoy it. 

Not everyone in the Mindscape feels this way.

When Virgil hears that there’s going to be a big thunderstorm, he immediately starts planning. 

Headphones, check. Warm drink, check. That one ledge in the Imagination Mansion with the big windows, check. Phone charger, check. Blanket, check. 

Logan asks him why he’s so happy, offering a soft smile of his own when Virgil explains that there’s a thunderstorm coming up. He pats Virgil’s shoulder and wishes him a good storm watch. 

Thunderstorms are so cool. The clouds get all big and bruised and purple—which is excellent—and the lightning makes the sky have all these dimensions that you never get to see when it’s clear. Plus, the sound of the rain makes for great reading weather and it’s getting to be near fall so hot apple cider is a completely acceptable choice of beverage. 

Oh, this is going to be great. 

He makes sure he’s got absolutely everything he needs and makes his way to the Imagination, opening it to find the foyer of the mansion before him. He walks through the hall until he finds the parlor, parking himself in the loveseat and wriggling into the cushions with a sigh. The clouds are already rolling in, so he puts his headphones on the windowsill and grabs his mug. 

The apple cider is spiced to perfection. He smiles, blinking lazily at the darkening sky. That fake Tumblr post about mentally ill people liking storms because of negative ions or whatever plays in his head and he chuckles, lifting to take another drink. False as it may be, he does like storms. 

You can imagine, then, when he suddenly gets summoned outside Patton’s room, that he’s less than thrilled about it. 

Virgil groans, scrubbing his hand over his face. Hopefully whatever this is can be sorted out quickly and then he can get back to watching the storm. He knocks on the door. 

“Uh, hello?”

“What is it, Patton, what do you want?”

“Um—nothing, kiddo, I don’t need anything.”

“You summoned me,” he says, starting to get impatient, “so what do you want?”

“I didn’t summon you! Neither did Roman—did you?”

Great. Princey’s here too. Virgil rolls his eyes. 

“No, I most definitely didn’t.”

Virgil pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, I felt myself getting summoned, so just tell me what you want.”

“Nothing!”

“We didn’t do it on purpose, Virgil!”

Virgil rolls his eyes and tries to leave, only to feel the tug in his gut keeping him there. “Well, obviously one of you is doing something ‘cause I can’t leave.”

“We’re not doing anything,” Patton insists, “we’re—oh, goodness, just come in, I don’t like yelling through the door.”

Virgil grunts, opening the door a little harder than necessary and only slightly regretting it when he sees Roman and Patton jump. “What do you want?”

“We told you,” Roman says, “nothing. We didn’t summon you on purpose. We don’t know what’s keeping you here. I’m sorry for having disturbed you from your very important things—“

Virgil glares. “For your information, Princey, I was excited to watch the thunderstorm. But now I’m here, dealing with you two, and if you don’t even know why you brought me here—“

He pauses. 

There was another tug at him when he mentioned the storm. 

He looks at the two of them. They’ve moved apart a bit now, but they’re still curled up awfully tight on Patton’s bed. There are blankets and pillows piled around them and he can see Roman’s headphones in his hand. 

He glances at the window. The curtains are drawn and fastened tightly shut. 

He looks back. Patton keeps glancing at the window. Roman is doing his best to scowl at him but there’s an embarrassed red flush to his cheeks. 

Ah. 

Oh, dear. 

Well, he kinda regrets slamming the door open. 

“Are—“ he swallows, trying to make his voice a bit quieter— “are you guys scared of the storm?”

“No,” Roman says immediately, but Patton shrinks in on himself. 

“Come on, really?” Virgil spreads his arms. “Obviously that’s what summoned me, there’s not really a point in lying unless you want to accidentally summon J too.”

He shakes his head. 

“Patton, sure, I may have guessed, but you, Princey, really?”

“Don’t. Don’t tease.”

Oh, oops. Roman’s voice is hard now, and he’s properly glaring at Virgil. 

“If you’re going to do that, leave.”

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” Virgil says, holding out his hands and softening his voice, “I won’t, I promise.”

Roman shuffles on the bed, looking away.

“Pop Star?”

“I have a phobia of thunderstorms,” comes the too-small voice, “okay?”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Virgil says, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, “okay. I’m sorry I was mean. It’s okay.”

Roman pulls Patton a bit closer, the two huddling in on themselves, and goddamnit, what is Virgil supposed to do, not melt? He’s not heartless, jeez. 

“Oh, alright,” he murmurs like this is some big chore, “come on, you two, up.”

“What? ‘Up’ where?” Roman pulls Patton closer. “Why ‘up?’”

“Because if I’m gonna look after you two, we’re gonna need a bed the three of us can actually fit in.” He fusses them out, making sure their arms are full of the things they need, before he guides them to the Imagination. “Now, up the stairs.”

Roman blinks in surprise when he sees the mansion, turning to ask Virgil why he conjured it only for Virgil to push them gently into the nearest big bedroom. Which, of course, has a massive four-poster bed and a tall window with a heavy curtain hanging over it. 

“Go on,” Virgil murmurs, giving them another gentle push, “into the bed.”

“Wait, what?” Patton turns. “Where’re you going?” 

“I left some stuff downstairs, I’m just gonna go get it.”

“Come back?”

“Be right there.”

Virgil nips downstairs and briefly laments that he won’t get to finish the thing he’d been reading before he shakes his head, gathers the essentials, and heads back up. 

He’s not surprised to see Roman by the window, even as Patton is snuggled under the covers. 

“Hey, Princey,” he says, placing his stuff down and ambling over, “I thought I said to get in bed, not stare broodingly out the window.”

Roman doesn’t rise to the bait. Virgil places a hand on his shoulder. 

“What’s up, bud?”

“I’m just thinking about logistics.”

“Logistics?”

“The mansion’s power.” Roman gestures around. “It’s unlikely that the storm will be able to target both generators at once, but I need to be able to reroute to the backups—“

“Hey, hey, stay with me,” Virgil murmurs, turning Roman’s face, “you’re spiraling, bud.”

Roman hides his gaze. Virgil ruffles his hair. 

“C’mon, Princey,” he says gently, “snap yourself into something comfy and go cuddle Patton. I think he’s getting lonely.”

Sure enough, Patton’s head is poking out of the covers, looking around for them. Roman looks at him with badly concealed longing and Virgil rolls his eyes fondly. 

“Go cuddle, you touch-starved prima donna, I’ll be right there.”

“’M not touch starved.”

“So you do want Janus to show up?”

“Virgil,” Roman honest to god whines, “stop it.”

He chuckles, nudging Roman to the bed. “Come on, Princey.”

Roman goes, slipping underneath the covers until Virgil can’t tell which head is poking out over the edge. He pulls the curtains shut and closes the door, carefully opening the bathroom door to make sure those curtains are shut too. Then he heads back to the bed. 

Patton and Roman’s little faces peek out at him as he reaches for the ties on the corners, undoing each one until curtains fall from the four posters, creating a little bubble inside. He parts the last one and crawls into bed, pulling the others close. 

“Alright, little cuddle bugs,” he murmurs, “c’mere, okay?”

The two of them seem to shrink, curling into his embrace with enough lingering fear that it makes a soft noise slip from his throat. 

“I’m right here,” he says, brushing his lips against Patton’s temple, “I’m right here. Roman’s here too. You’re okay, sweetheart, you’re safe.”

Patton whimpers as the first roll of thunder comes from beyond the curtains and Virgil pulls him closer.

“Listen to my breathing, sweetheart. You’re safe. The storm can’t get you in here. I’ll look after you.”

Patton curls into him even further, trembling slightly. But where Patton is unabashed in taking comfort, Roman is stiff as a board. Virgil runs a knuckle down his back. 

“It’s okay, Princey,” he says gently, “the power isn’t going to go out. Remus will keep an eye on it. You’re okay, everything’s okay. The house is fine, I’m fine, Patton’s fine, you’re fine.”

A brief flash from behind the curtain and Roman flinches. 

“Hey, hey, buddy, it’s alright, you’re okay. C’mere, okay? Put your head right here. See? There you go…”

He wraps his arms tightly around the two of them, daring to nuzzle his face into their hair. Patton relaxes slightly as he pulls the covers up a bit more, but Roman stays tense. 

“Roman.” Nothing. “Roman, look at me.”

“It’s dark,” comes Roman’s voice, too clipped, too sharp, “I can’t see.”

“It’s dark because the curtains are drawn,” Virgil says patiently. “Lightning can hurt your eyes, so we’re trying to block out the light. That’s why it’s dark.”

“…promise?”

“Reach out,” Virgil encourages softly, “touch them.”

A bit of light shines through as Roman bats the curtain. “Good job, bud, see? That’s it.” He pulls Roman’s head close again. “Try and rest, Princey, I gotcha.”

They weather the storm like that, the two cuddle bugs wincing or flinching when the storm gets too strong, Virgil hushing them every time they do. And yeah, maybe this isn’t what he set out to get when he heard there was a thunderstorm coming, but he could get used to this. 

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[imaginethezeldaverse]

ooughgh ok no but the 'you have to pat the rocks on yunobo's back like bongos to get him to uncurl' bit got me thinking about how like. have you ever played hide and seek with a little kid and just went really silly about it in a 'hmm... i wonder where they are? are they behind this giggly lump?' and then kinda played around them while pretending to look for them or whatever?? im imagining playing hide and seek with some of the goron kids (and actually maybe having to get yunobo after the first two sessions because the kids could blend in really well when they wanted to, i think) and being all "HMMMM i wonder where offrak and slergo are, these two giggly rocks couldn't be them, no way no how" and get all extra goofy about it and that just makes them laugh even more and jsut. god.

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE HELLO Okay so I'm thinking the first few times you play with them, they're in pretty obvious places, mostly because they're so excited to play with you that they don't think about where to actually hide lol You're not new to this rodeo however, so you really do go all out with the theatrics, hopping up on rocks and putting your hand to your forehead like you're looking out in the distance going "Slergo's got me good, I can't find him anywhere!" or "Hmmm, that Offrak is a sneaky guy! He's smart, I haven't a clue where he could be!" Meanwhile you can literally see both of them by the Rollin' Inn pretending to be pots in their curled up forms. When you tiptoe nearby they shake a little with their laughter and you turn to Yunobo, dramatically shouting, "Hey Yuno, do you hear that? The wind is awfully giggly today, huh?" to which the Goron champion has to stifle his own laughter - he knows the kids are loving this, and he's even more impressed with how much you lovingly lean into it. So when your fingers wiggle over and tickle them right at their sides, your quick yell of "Gotcha!" ends up with all three of you laughing. When it's your turn to hide you try to blend in just enough where you're not obvious but can still be found - and you even give them the option to ask Yunobo for help if they're finding it hard to spot you. To your surprise they manage to find you every time, with them throwing themselves at you to cling to your hands and legs in victorious laughter. Eventually you come to find that they get better at hiding, and you actually do really need to enlist Yunobo's help to find them. So as not to ruin their fun he always lets you actually find them, but man does it take you a while now. You've never been so proud though. 🥹 After your latest game of hide and seek, you can see that the pair is getting sleepy, so you and Yunobo offer to let them them nap at HQ since it's still early in the day. "They're good kids, aren't they?" Yunobo asks, carefully adjusting Slergo's curled up form in his right arm. You peer down at Offrak's sleeping face, and it makes you smile to know that you've become so close with them, "Simply the best."

[babygirlyusuf]

i like that the bear came out and we all collectively decided to make our own line cook nicky AUs (and we were right ofc 😌)

if you tell me about your line cook nicky au, ill tell you about mine 👀

hi beloved! 💌 you're correct, and it was specifically that one post from forever ago and the tags on it that made me feral. ive been telling so many ppl abt this au i love it. OKAY HERE we go (a lot of this comes from @spacegirlsgang mary pls add to this when u see it)

important thing to note is that joe is a lingerie model here, on ig and other places

joe has been having bad luck in the dating scene and finds nicky on an app as a safe, casual hookup. like on paper nicky seems so NOT joe's type and joe is like okay great this is just what i need, a casual one-time thing

but then ofc <33 nicky is a great lay and they have insane chemistry in and out of bed <33

so they keep hooking up and i imagine that both of them are straightforward enough that there is minimal pining here and they both just shift into being insanely gone for each other immediately

which is GREAT. bc the established parts of this relationship is so fun

so early on in the rl: nicky doesn’t find out joe models until one of the other cooks at the restaurant is scrolling thru their instagram on break and nicky is like HOLD ON THATS THE GUY IM SEEING. nicky goes to joe and is like "uhhhhh so uh do u ever. wear it. in bed." and joe just pats his cheek like "only if you're good" and poor nicky has a conniption

they obviously have lots of fun with joe in lingerie. like i think nicky loves how comfortable joe is in and out of it, and he loves staring at joe anyway so he's the perfect person to admire his SO in lingerie, yk?

BUT. the really delicious thing: nicky trying on lingerie for the first time. joe gets sent some stuff and they're looking through it, and nicky looks more interested than usual. joe is casually like "oh you know i think you'd actually look really good in this." and nicky.exe ceases to function. he tries it on and he gets so blushy and overwhelmed about it that he can't do anything but lay back and let joe rail him. and of joe calls him a sweet boy and it's so wonderful bc nicky acts SO tough and joe gets this side of him and 🥺

i also think joe has an insane competence kink. nicky's tattooed arms chopping and sauteing and joe visits him in the kitchen one time and gets so stuck on nicky's hands and arms. and when he sees nicky next he climbs into nicky's lap and all he wants is to be jerked off where he can stare at the flex of nicky's arm 😵‍💫 and nicky is so confused, but then joe explains and he is ofc the smuggest asshole abt it

also i think nicky gets really into taking pictures of joe for his instagram <33 like he just brings out this happiness and intimacy in joe that was never there before!!

i know there's more but that's all i can think abt. mary pls add everything i've forgotten ty ty <33