#they ask what he wants for dinner and turn on the TV between channels and he just tells them his fast food order through the static

[aroaceleovaldez]

it is so extremely underutilized that Nico is heavily implied to have powers of just. anything ghosts are reportedly able to do.

we know canonically that he can drop temperatures to freezing/to the point where it creates frost, and does so involuntarily or unknowingly at times. We know he can project emotions and memories out onto others, just in general and with physical force - both his own memories/emotions and general emotions as well, such as radiating an aura onto his enemies so that they would fear him more. We know it's heavily implied he can straight up create illusions and inflict madness upon others. We know he's eerily silent when he moves and seems to just appear in places. We know he can control/walk through/mess with dreams. We know he can become intangible and pass through solid objects and terrain without even realizing it.

like, that alone is so much! but the fact that it's implied that's not it? there's MORE?

Where's Nico fucking with EVPs and speaking through radios or static or TV. Throwing his voice. Nico remotely setting things on and off, or draining batteries, or making cell service fuzz out. Nico totally turning invisible (also a Hades' Helm of Darkness thing, so double reason for Nico to be able to do that). Where's Nico inflicting sleep paralysis. Where's Nico straight up making the walls bleed. Let him do more ghost stuff!

[pyro-chaos]

Mike Schmidt x Reader

Pt. 1: And They Were Roommates…

Summary: Prologue. How it all started.

Or, Mike and you develop the foundation for a relationship.

Tropes: Fluff, angst if you squint,

And they were roommates…

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

A/N: I’m actually super proud of this one haha, feedback is never required but appreciated anyway!!! Thank you!! Enjoy your read

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Mike knows you, but not well.

You live in a nicer house than his. Abby likes how your TV has more than just the news channels.

Max stopped answering Mike’s calls, and his aunt wasn’t around anymore.

You’ve babysat Abby before, but only briefly. Times that Mike needed to go to a job interview or pick up an extra shift and he couldn't find anyone else. Planned situations.

You were a last resort. He didn’t mean to overbook himself, but he did, and now he’s desperately hoping you won’t turn down a few extra dollars.

You answer Mike’s frantic knocks with wide eyes. You still have your work uniform on, and Mike has to actively suppress his wince.

“I’m so sorry,” he feels Abby squeeze his hand, “I didn’t know who else would be available.”

Mike doesn’t even try to suppress his relieved sigh when you wave him off and usher Abby inside. You - albeit awkwardly - invite him in, but he’s already running late.

You ask when he’ll be back for Abby, but he doesn’t know, so he says, tonight, I’ll call you and speed-walks to his car; tail tucked so far between his legs that he almost feels like crying.

When he returns to your home, he thanks you with a check and assurances that it’s just a one-time thing, and he couldn’t think of anyone else who’d be willing, but you just smile and offer him some dinner leftovers.

Then, a man walks in with a paper plate wrapped in saran wrap, and Mike feels the hairs at the back of his neck stand. You introduce the man as your boyfriend, Mike shakes his hand, but he’s practically choking on the air of judgment surrounding Oliver.

So that’s how you can afford a place like this.

Abby sleeps on the drive home, and Mike thinks about you.

Mike met you at work; maiding for a cleaning company for rich snobs. He…didn’t mind the days he worked with you. The manager often paired the two of you together for large estate-wide projects.

You never complained when he needed to bring Abby to work. If anything, you seemed like you had more fun on days he brought his little sister.

You asked Abby questions about her interests and even shared some of your own. Mike even once caught you packing extra frosted Animal Crackers from the lobby.

Sometimes, Abby would drag Mike into games of three-person hide-and-seek. Most often, he got stuck seeking. You laughed a lot on those days.

You even defended Mike when the manager wrote him up for not controlling his child.

He remembers apologizing with coffee for getting you written up. He also remembers you assuring him that, “the client needs to calm the fuck down. It’s not like we knocked over an Urn.”

He remembers how you made him chuckle.

The manager doesn’t pair the two of you up anymore. Mike would have to ask his co-workers to change shifts with him if he wanted to see you more often, but asking sounds awkward.

You corner him in the office during shift change the night after you babysit Abby. You ask if he wants to go meet for coffee during the break hour, your treat.

He wants to say he’s busy. The words rest on the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know why you want to do him another favor. You're making him feel jumbled and awkward.

But then you mention the food, and I’ll meet you in the lobby if you want to carpool, just slips out of his mouth.

A big part of Mike thinks he offered to drive because he feels guilty for interrupting your evening. He doesn’t want to spend time with you, he only wants to pacify you enough to leave him alone.

The smaller part feels curious -for lack of a better term- why are you being nice? What’s wrong with you?

Mike drags his feet to meet you at the office. He hates that he’s about to give up his break for the Hi! How-are-you’s and the I’m-doing-well’s of small talk. He hates that he’s spending his energy on something so unnecessary. Plus, it’s not like he’s ever been friends with you.

He hopes that he hasn’t given you the idea that he cares more than he does.

The café is nice. It has hanging vines over the counters and windowsills. It smells like espresso and fresh soil. There’s an old-looking bookshelf right by a sunny window. It feels homey.

You buy Mike's food, and he tries to downplay how happy he gets when he has enough leftovers for another meal. The two of you talk. You ask if he has a consistent babysitter, and he dodges the question. You tell him your ‘free nights’ in case he hasn’t found a babysitter by the time he needs one, because, apparently, you have a lot of fun with Abby.

Mike feels the defensiveness creep up into his neck. The urge to bare his teeth and roll his eyes crawls into the forefront of his mind. He can take care of Abby just fine. He’s beginning to think that you think they’re a charity case. They don’t need you.

You must notice Mike tense because you change the subject. You tell him about how vinegar helps when cleaning smoke-stained walls, and the work-drama surrounding your shared boss.

His shoulders unwind, and he even adds a few jokes about bad clients. His input seems to sweeten the interaction like the honey in the tea he’s drinking.

He has fun.

He calls you the next time he needs a babysitter.

A few months go by. You, Abby, and Mike settle into a schedule. He learns that your boyfriend shares a car with you. Mike and Oliver don’t talk much, but when they do, they’re cordial.

Abby’s never complained about Oliver, but Mike can feel the simmering judgment, and wonders if Oliver has ever said anything to you about them.

Mike can’t pay you all the time. In fact, he can’t pay you most of the time, but you don’t seem to care. He wants to ask why.

You have a day job separate from the nights at the cleaning company - just like him - and the generosity you have with your time makes him feel itchy; like he owes you something, but you never bring anything up.

Anyway, he’s stuck with you. Who else would he leave Abby with on weekends and three nights a week?

You’re different today. Your eyes look glossy, and when Mike asks how it went with Abby, you just say it went well.

He doesn’t ask, but he wants to.

Friday night, you call and cancel babysitting Abby.

Your voice sounds small, and he hears you sniff a few times.

He doesn’t think your emotions are his business, but it feels like it’s the right time to ask anyway.

So, Mike asks, “Everything alright?”

You answer without a beat, “Yeah, just caught a bug from work, I’ll just need a day.”

Mike doesn’t know how he feels about the words I’ll just need a day. It feels like you’re justifying yourself. It feels like words a coworker would say to another coworker.

“I’m sorry,” you finish. It’s so soft and genuine that it makes Mike’s breath hitch.

“No,” he blurts, “No need to be sorry. I hope you feel better soon,” and he genuinely does.

Mike can’t afford to skip today's shift. He’s already received too many late notices from his landlord. One more and he’ll be evicted.

He’ll probably have to work through lunch this week if he wants to make ends meet.

He doesn’t know what to do.

So, Mike does the only thing he can think of. Mike carefully instructs Abby to never touch the stove, never to go near the thermostat, don’t answer the door unless she hears their secret knock, don’t answer the phone, and to keep the blinds and curtains closed.

Abby Pinky promises to do all of those things. Mike believes her, but writes a list and tapes it to the fridge just in case she forgets.

Abby asks why she’s not going to your house while Mike prepares a quick breakfast. He tells her you’re sick as he inhales his portion.

“Does she need medicine?” Abby asks.

“I don’t know,” he puts his dishes in the sink, “she said she’d be better by tomorrow.”

“Does she have medicine?”

“Probably, she’s a grown-up.”

“Does she have chicken soup?”

Mike doesn’t know how he’s supposed to know that, but Abby sounds genuinely worried about whether or not you have chicken soup. So, he stops what he’s doing and puts all of his attention on his sister.

“She’s gonna be okay Abby, she’s just not feeling her best. You’ll see her tomorrow.”

His sister looks at the table. Her little eyebrows furrow as she plays with her food. Mike feels… a twist of ugly things in his gut. He doesn’t like that he can’t protect Abby. He doesn’t like that he’s leaving her home alone.

That night, Mike brings her ice cream and lets her stay up past her bedtime.

Tomorrow comes too soon.

Mike tries to keep his nose out of your business, but the packing boxes littering your home stare into his soul. Your car is gone, too.

You welcome Abby, and you smile at Mike, but your eyes seem vacant. You don’t look like you’ve been sick, but your eyes are puffy.

At this point, Mike knows something’s going on.

He wants to give you something, but what could he offer? He’s not sure how close the two of you are. He’s not sure what you want from him.

In reality, paying you would be the best thing he could do for you, but he can't do that. So, he keeps his head down and asks if you need anything.

You get solemn after Mike’s offer; like you have bad news that you've been waiting to spring on him.

Mike clenches his teeth. He's expecting you to tell him you're done; he hasn't paid you, and you're starting to get annoyed.

"Actually, I have a huge favor to ask"

That's not what Mike's expecting, but he can't say no without sounding like an asshole. So he says, "Sure, what's up?"

You lick your lips again, “You can totally say no. It’s kind of a lot, and I know you’re already busy, but Abby goes to school around the same time I go to work, and I’d pay you for gas money” You're fidgeting with the hem of your sweater, "Would you be willing to give me a ride to work this week?"

Mike doesn’t even hesitate, "What time do you need to be picked up?"

You bring Mike a muffin. You nurse a coffee.

You seem quieter in the mornings, but Mike is just quiet. So, interactions only occur when you need to give him directions.

It’s not necessarily awkward, but Mike still feels tense and icky at the beginning.

Picking you up in the afternoons feels better on Mike’s psyche. You talk more, and he knows where the cleaning company is, so he doesn’t have to ask where to go.

Sometimes Mike brings you left-over meals from his day job. Sometimes you bring him and Abby a packed lunch.

Abby’s enrolled in an after school program until 6pm the two nights you don’t have her. Mike has those nights off, but he still picks you up and drops you off before getting his sister.

A few weeks go by.

You settle into a new schedule. You still don’t have a car. Mike never reminds you that you offered gas money.

“Thank you” you unbuckle your seatbelt.

Mike parks the car in your driveway, “It’s no problem”

It’s the least he can do, really. But he doesn’t want to tell you that he feels like he owes you.

You haven’t left yet, and Mike’s starting to feel confused.

You sigh before looking at him, “I might be getting a roommate soon”

The words sound casual, but you’re pursing your lips and fidgeting with your sleeves. Mike doesn’t understand why.

“Sorry, it’s just, I figured you should know.” You lick your lips, “I can’t afford this place without a roommate, and I don’t feel comfortable letting Abby around someone I don’t know”

He’s grateful for that, honestly. But something in his gut still drops. He has no idea what he’s going to do without your help.

“When?” he croaks. He clears his throat, “uh when do you think you’ll have one by?”

He doesn’t have to go get Abby for another half-hour.

You shrug, rubbing a hand on your hairline, “hopefully within the next few weeks.”

He nods, he’s not sure what to say. He’s not sure if there’s anything to say.

Then you gasp so loud that Mike literally feels his heart bang against his lungs. Your eyes go bright and you look into Mike’s eyes with an excitement that makes him feel slightly overwhelmed.

“You wanna move in with me?!”

Mike spends the rest of the half-hour in your kitchen, brainstorming how the three of you can move Abby’s bed with Mike’s tiny car. Without paying for a moving truck.

He has fun.

[shalotttower]

Fractalize (part 1)

Title: Fractalize

Fandom: Hunter x Hunter

Summary: Lack of hope creates a strange kind of numbness.

Word count: 3700+

Characters: Chrollo x Reader (female)

Notes: yandere Chrollo, kidnapped, depressed and miserable Reader, Reader is dissociating a lot, morbid pondering, suicidal thoughts, explicit/triggering language/words, Reader's thoughts on possible sexual assault in future. Part 2

Fractalize - making things into smaller copies of themselves over and over again.

Sometimes you stand in front of a mirror and try to picture yourself in another timeline. One where your life didn’t take this specific turn. You try to imagine a different setting, a different apartment - perhaps the one you had before Chrollo started moving you around like a luggage bag. Maybe living in a cottage by the sea or an old farmhouse. Someplace rural, peaceful. With a garden and fresh air, far away from the city noises.

It's difficult at first, your reflection keeps slipping through your mental fingers every time you think the image is set in place. But with practice it becomes easier, sort of, so you can now see yourself clearly as you brush your hair - not here.

A blue dress on, made for nights at parties with friends. Laughing until your stomach hurts and eyes become sore. Making silly faces over alcoholic beverages. Or you can wear your favourite jeans with a high waist and head out to the pub, the same one with crooked stools and a broken sign. Drink cheep bear, eat greasy peanuts from a little bowl, listen to some small band play unknown and unheard songs.

Leave intoxicated, and everything is too fast and vibrant and wonderful until you're back home.

It's your favourite pastime now: imagine, remake and slip.

Imagine. Remake. Slip.

You don't quite remember the last time you laughed, a month ago maybe. Maybe more. Lack of hope creates a strange kind of numbness, dull, cold, you would compare it to a winter plastered all over your insides, but it's almost colder than that. It freezes everything and turns it into icicles hanging off the roof.

Remake, slip.

You have new vocabulary now.

"Mm" - is for when he asks you if you like a dress or a top and it doesn't matter how you actually feel about it, because it's going to end up being worn anyway.

"Okay" - is for when Chrollo sets another fancy meal for you on a dinner table and "Eat, don't be shy".

"I'm not hungry" - doesn't work with him, even if it's the truth. You always eat what's put in front of you, that's the rule, because he's not above shoving the spoon into your mouth, so you spare yourself the tears and sobs that will probably come with that. It's so bizarre: how much effort he puts into keeping you alive when you're anything but.

"Whatever you want" - is for when he asks you something that requires a choice, between two or three options usually. He's not one for an extensive list.

"If you say so" - for everything else.

You used to delude yourself with the idea that if you managed to appear pleasant enough, pleasant-talking, pleasant-listening, smiling a bit here and there, it would gain you some privileges and perhaps a bit more freedom. It did. But never where it really mattered. Those little things were absolutely inconsequential in the grand scheme. Yes, you can have that sweater, dear. No, you can't have your own bed. Yes, you can come shopping with me, if you give me a kiss. No, you can't take walks without me holding your hand.

Yes this and no that.

Those moments were fragile and so very takeable that they didn't give you any sense of accomplishment, just a short respite and bitter aftertaste that made you feel pathetic.

Wasn't worth it.

***

"Do you like animals, dear?" Chrollo asks out of the blue one day. He's reading something on his tablet while you're curled up on the couch, watching TV.

It's a new series that's been on the major channels for a few weeks, a mystery drama about a girl who moves into a house she inherited from her grandfather. The picture provides a distraction enough to have you forgetting where you are for a brief period three times a week.

You pull the blanket higher. "I do."

He knows it.

The girl on the screen finds a mysterious box hidden in the attic. Perhaps there's something valuable inside. Or information about her grandpa; your fingers tug on a loose blanket thread without much thought.

"What kind?"

Or maybe it's just a time capsule with photos and postcards and random objects collected over the years.

Or-

You had a cat before he took you. A foster grey ragdoll with blue eyes who liked to rest on your belly and bump her head against your chin. You called her Miss Whiskerton and kissed her little nose, because she did act like a proper lady - poised, dignified and entirely too proud to eat food mixed with medicine. The worst enemy Miss Whiskerton has ever had in her cat life was the corner of your couch. When you weren't paying attention, she would dig her claws into the fabric and leave thin lines. You hope that someone took her in.

She probably thought you abandoned her.

"Cats."

Chrollo hums in acknowledgment and continues scrolling through whatever he's looking at - maybe news or auction listings, you don't know nor do you really care. You shift under the blanket, pulling your legs closer to your body.

"We can get one, if you'd like."

"No."

Your answer is immediate and short, without thinking. You know it, you know him by now - there's nothing Chrollo does out of spontaneous generosity, it always benefits him in some way. And you've studied him enough to figure that any pet would only be a tool to keep you tamed and compliant. Puppies make life better. Happier, lighter, with goofy smiling faces and wiggling tails. Cats make life better with soft purrs and paws stomping on your chest. They're too easy to love.

"Why not?" There's a sound of tablet set on a wooden surface.

The girl on the screen is trying to solve a combination lock on the box when the TV switches off and your little world of carefully shot scenes and scripted lines vanishes. You don't need to turn around to guess where's the remote.

She almost had it, but now you won't know what's inside until Thursday evening.

Your reflection stares back from the dead screen, blank-faced and with a blanket pulled up your nose. It tickles a bit. "Because I don't want one."

A chair creaks. "Why?"

You close your eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. This is tiring. Always probing, digging, pushing. Trying to find chinks in your armor, but all you're wearing is just a flimsy dress with thin straps and a blanket you wish could swallow you whole.

"Don't need it."

"You said you like animals," Chrollo sits next to you and places a hand on top of your covered legs. He squeezes your thigh and you stare ahead, wishing he would just leave you alone tonight.

"I do." Your fingers twitch under the blanket, nails scratching at the fabric.

Strange. Sometimes it feels like he understands perfectly that you want to be alone, have time for yourself and don't want his constant physical presence. At the same time Chrollo brushes this all aside like old tin foil wrappers - insignificant. He pulls the blanket down and you cling on it stubbornly for a few seconds before letting go. His thumb and index finger grasp your chin and turn your face towards him so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

There's such still intensity within him that made your skin crawl whenever he looked at you with this much focus and attention. You don't know what he saw there most times, it used to be fear or anger or sadness - right now it's none of these things. Everything inside you feels jammed and stiff.

"We should get a fish then," he continues, brushing hair out of your forehead. "You can watch it swim around, wouldn't that be nice?"

Chrollo talks to you like this sometimes, as if you're a child who needs to be convinced to eat veggies or take medicine. Like you're simple-minded and he's reasoning with you out of good will. It's sickening. You hate it.

"I don't want a pet," you repeat the words slowly. "If you're going to give me something only to take it away, then I don't want it."

His finger leisurely stroking your chin pauses at the edge of your bottom lip. Something flickers behind his eyes, it's barely noticeable but you've become good at catching those minuscule shifts. He smiles, yet there's nothing joyful about it. "Take it away? Why would I do that, dear?"

"Because that's what you do. Because that's how you are." You don't try to pull free from his hold, he'll only tighten it; not enough to hurt, no, he is too suave and polished for that - or wants to appear so - but enough for you to feel trapped under his palm.

There's something off about you, you can tell, but are not quite able to discern what or where. It sits in the very structure of your bones and eats away with ravenous appetite. An imbalance in the gut. Fever-warm body, cold fingers. Thoughts like potholes.

"And how am I exactly, according to you?" His voice is light, playful, a stark contrast to his eyes that study you with unnerving precision. Chrollo rarely loses his temper and never gets violent with you (yet, you correct yourself), but he has other ways of expressing displeasure, and they're petty, ugly and cold.

"Cruel," the word rolls off your tongue so effortlessly that almost frightens you; it's easy to tell the truth when you're this numb.

He looks taken aback for a split second, and the smile freezes. His hand stops midway to your hair. Then everything's gone.

Chrollo releases you and leans back into the cushions, almost thoughtful, like your observation is something that requires careful consideration.

"I suppose, it depends," he says finally.

"On what?"

"On how you choose to see things. Your perspective is bound to be biased, dear."

You don't respond.

To continue this conversation would be pointless and circular, like running on a treadmill, like everything else between you and Chrollo, really. He simply has too many answers to any possible argument, and no matter how convincing you manage to make them sound, he'll poke holes into each one. You don't want a fish. Or a cat. Or a dog, a bird, anything that moves and breathes and looks at you with big, trusting eyes.

Chrollo is cruel. Not in a way that's straightforward and brutal. Not in a way of someone who'd tear your limbs apart or rip off a fly's wing to see it wiggle. You have no doubt that he is capable of such a thing, but that would be uncouth. Cruelty in his case is a quieter, more delicate affair - in a way of a sculptor who'd chisel off everything unnecessary and unneeded, no matter the size or significance, to produce something entirely his.

His hands are soft, his voice is always composed, and he wears well tailored clothes. But the rest is sharp, clean and merciless.

"I think I'll go to bed," you say and push away the blanket.

"It's early."

"Mm."

He takes your hand just as you're about to slide off the sofa. Chrollo's always faster than you, always ahead and always observing, and that little realization while bitter is not so shocking anymore, more like another fact that you file away from your interactions.

You watch him. Wait.

"You're distraught," he says. "But you should know by now that there's no need for that."

Your hand remains in his grasp, limp and heavy.

"I don't enjoy seeing you upset, dear. Even more if you make false conclusions."

You turn to see the expression on his face - and there isn't one, at least not the type that most people would make. There are no frowning eyebrows, no clenched jaw that would indicate irritation, nothing like that.

"You're giving me too little credit," his tone is quiet as he runs his fingers up and down your wrist. "My intentions are not to hurt you. They are much, much sweeter than that."

"But you would," you say quietly and lean closer, ignoring the obvious implication behind his words. There is a hollow sensation inside of your head that prompts you to speak, everything is hollow - body and mind, heart, the space in your guts, your throat. "You would hurt me, if that's what you thought was necessary. Rip me apart and leave me deformed beyond repair, to fit into whatever framework you've laid, you would do that."

You're not being deliberately cryptic or fatalistic. These are your observations, based on a period of months spent together. They take root in no one being there for you anymore, in your phone which is long gone, in your closed accounts, your missing laptop and old clothes, the entire previous life in the city that has been discarded for something new. Chrollo was very methodical, you can give him that.

He doesn't listen, he studies your responses. Every single word. He has a talent for that, for absorbing everything about you while hardly ever letting you glimpse his interior - all that you know about him are tiny slivers which you picked up through living together, observation, accidental bits.

You expect him to contradict your statement, to offer a logical explanation why you're wrong, but instead Chrollo brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss against your knuckles. The touch is light and dry.

"You're not entirely wrong, dear," he says and moves closer until you can smell his aftershave, something fresh.

His proximity is uncomfortable, it always is and probably always will be.

"I'm right then," you say.

"No," he keeps your hand in his grasp. "But you're not entirely wrong either. That's what makes you interesting."

There's a strange kind of fondness in his voice, it's subtle, yet undeniably present. You've never felt less interesting in your life, in a dress with thin straps that's too fancy for a lazy day at home and your bare feet and tangled hair.

"If you say so," you respond and slowly tug your hand free. "I really want to sleep now."

You get up, and he lets you go without another proposition. The blanket falls off onto the sofa, and before you slip into the semi-darkness of the bedroom, he says,

"Not beyond repair. But I like to believe we can both agree it doesn't have to come to that."

***

The drive feels endless. Houses and streets blur in a mix of colors, shapes and people, which soon change to an empty highway with greenery on both sides. Trees and fields, tall grass swaying gently in the wind and rare cars passing you by. Chrollo's hand is resting on your leg; he hasn't moved it since the car started, but you choose to ignore it in favor of your regular pastime, the one that's made of imaginary worlds and places where the timeline stretches differently.

Mostly it's just you and the layout of your fake apartment.

Imagine, remake, slip. Repeat the steps until it becomes muscle memory.

You have this daydream on loop now. Wooden floor and wide windows, lots of sunlight. Books everywhere, comfy clothes and not a single skirt in your closet. A cup of tea with honey in the morning, and Miss Whiskerton curled into a soft grey ball on your lap. You feed her salmon in a shiny bowl, occasionally she catches a lizard outside and drops the tail on your doorstep as an offering, looking immensely proud of herself.

A smile slips on your face without meaning to, a wobbly thing; you promptly wipe it off.

It would be a crime to show such blatant joy. This fantasy has become so sweetly personal that every fiber of your being resists even acknowledging it in front of Chrollo. He can sense a stray happy thought from miles away, like a hound, and will never stop prodding until everything is raw and tender. You've learned to say less in his presence, especially if it's something that has you invested. Chrollo knows how to pick things apart.

You lean your cheek against the glass. This world would never happen, never in a million years, but dreaming doesn't hurt anyone, does it?

Your grandma, wearing an apron, sets a tray filled with fresh pastries on a table, because she's amazing like that. She fusses and worries and pretends to scold you. For not calling enough, for not coming sooner, for not eating well. For leaving.

"Dear."

You almost jump.

Chrollo's voice brings you back where his hand is heavy on your leg, you're wearing a dress above the knee and aren't allowed to use scissors or knives.

"Mm?"

"That frown of yours," he says, turning into a small road. The surroundings change again, it's quiet here, not a soul in sight. "It's been there for fifteen minutes now."

You sit up straight and move your hair out of your eyes. Chrollo's a perceptive one, so this is a reminder not to sink too deep around him, unless you absolutely need it.

"Was just thinking."

"You do it a lot lately," he states and looks at you from the corner of his eye.

True, but you have no intention to confirm it. First, he won't like the reason behind these thoughts. Second, he will dig and try to worm his way in. No. Most of what you've been fixating on, staring out of the window like a mindless drone, or reading and rereading pages that you barely grasped, would fail to create anything more complex in his heart than desire to pull it out.

For whatever twisted reason, Chrollo cares for your well-being, or, more precisely, your acceptance of his advances. Yet his way of caring isn't nurturing in any sense.

Chrollo's interest (you don't dare call it love) is crushing, too heavy to carry - he'll find what troubles you and "fix it" in way that will twist it into something pathetic. Something that shows how you have nothing else to cling on but him. You're not stupid enough to keep falling into this trap. Being a slow learner doesn't mean you don't learn at all.

He's done it before. He'll do it again. So you reply, "I haven't noticed."

His thumb rubs circles on your thigh; you press your shoulder against the car door as if hoping it might open. It doesn't, much to your disappointment.

"What was on your mind then?"

Something you shouldn't tell him, that's for sure. Chrollo's watching you, even if his eyes are trained on the road.

"Random stuff," you say. Half-truths, half-truths are safe. "A weird dream I had this morning."

If you bothered to look, you'd see a raised eyebrow and the faintest hint of amusement at the corners of his mouth. You don't.

"Tell me."

You hate when he does that.

"It was boring."

"I'm interested in anything that made you so pensive."

Chrollo likes conversations with you, even if they're short. You can tell that he does, or he wouldn't be trying to make you talk and getting subtly frustrated when you choose not to. It never shows outright, Chrollo is very gifted at keeping his calm exterior, but there are certain giveaways like the slight tightening of his hand, an emphasized "dear", a pause here, or a quiet exhale through the nose. You could make a list out of these.

If you ignore him, he gets quiet and handsy or petty enough to throw away the only dress you feel comfortable in. Stop bringing you new books. Take you to places you hate.

It's always the small things that kill you, not the big, dramatic ones. The devils in the details.

"There was a lizard," you begin, and he hums in response, prompting you to continue. "It was cute with brown spots and a tiny tail."

Lies weave themselves easily, intertwine with truths and turn it into something that resembles a story.

"It was sitting on my windowsill and I wanted to pet it. A cat came out of nowhere and almost ate it, then I woke up. It's a silly dream."

There. Nothing to dissect here, not that you can see. Just a nonsensical dream, filled with random happenings and strange emotions.

"And that's why you frowned for fifteen minutes?"

"Yes, I got sad."

Yes, you think. Yes, Chrollo. I frowned, because I care for the damn lizard that doesn't exist, an animal from a dream. A stupid musing, nothing special, a very mundane and simple thing, because people do have silly dreams sometimes, and it's not a crime. It's not a crime and has nothing to do with that fact that I have a whole dream world where I'm not with you in my head.

"How peculiar. You never struck me as the type to get upset over something like this."

"You never asked," you respond flatly and Chrollo's hand on your thigh moves an inch.

It brushes up, closer to where you really, really don't want it to be, so you squeeze his fingers hard and redirect them to the curve of your knee.

"True," he says after a pause, not sounding too bothered. A month ago you would've brushed his hand off completely, probably that's why. Chrollo is convinced that with enough patience and effort he'll be able to close that final barrier between you both. Time, coaxing, a dose or two of endearment, some carefully calculated touch - but you'd rather stick a knife through your ribs than have sex with him. Or his patience will simply run out and he'll rape you. You're not delusional. Not a fool. "Well, that can be fixed. I'll make sure to ask about your dreams more often, dear."

You lean back into the seat and stare ahead, this time without anything pleasant on your mind. Of course he will. Of course he'll take this as a sign to dig deeper and invade that small bit of solace, Chrollo can't simply co-exist. He wants it all.

"Mm," you say.

Your new vocabulary is such a handy thing.

[murdrdocs]

getting a small drawing of abby’s tattooed when mike proposes <3 the ring is your commitment to love mike and the tattoo is your commitment to love abby <333

this is sick in the bestest of ways :(

there's a ring on your finger, simple and minimalistic, nothing too extravagant. but you don't need extravagant. you don't want extravagant, either. you like the pure life you have now with mike and abby, and the ring on your finger is a reminder of your commitment.

but only to him. not to the little girl who hangs onto your every word. not to your new partner in crime who desperately wants to replicate your unset aesthetic. not to the person you smile with the most.

you're thinking on the subject one day whenever abby shows you a new drawing, smile big especially with the final teeth she's grown in. you smile down at it, too, like you always do, but your sights zone in on the three sets of hands clasped together.

it's your suggestion and abby is delighted to tag along with you. she watches with wonder as the artist presses the machine needle to your skin. she holds your hand when you wince and sweetly asks you if you're okay, actual concern in her voice when you shut your eyes tight.

you reward yourself with ice cream after, another expense added to the day but you couldn't care less. through licks and words full of chocolate, you and abby ogle at the permanent drawing on your skin, abby touching it over the second skin every few moments as she continuously breathes out sounds of wonder.

"i wonder how long it'll take mike to notice." abby poses the question as a hypothetical, nothing but the thought pattern of a child spoken aloud. but you like the sound of it, and you suggest keeping it a secret, abby delightedly pantomiming zipping her lips and tucking the key into your pocket in response.

you put her question to the test when you arrive home, bellies full from ice cream and a subsiding ache in your arm.

mike kisses you like usual, ruffling abby's hair when the two of you enter. abby giggles, shooting looks at you from around mike. you press a finger to your lips behind his back, satisfied that mike chalks abby's behavior up to her playful nature.

it's not until a few hours later whenever the three of you are watching HGTV (you and abby's new favorite channel) in the living room after dinner that mike notices. he's playing with your hand like always, twirling your ring around your finger, lifting and pressing his rough hands into your knuckles periodically. he traces his hand along the top of your hand, leading to your wrist, and that's when he stops.

his hands still, you think his breathing does, too, and you send him a glance. you don't say anything, he doesn't say anything, abby comments on the chosen wall color of the tv couples house.

then mike lifts your wrist, turns it around, and when his eyes meet yours they appear a little more glassy. "what's this?"

you lick your lips. "a tattoo."

you see abby's bob tousling in the wind she creates when she whirs her head around in your peripheral vision. you assume she's smiling and eager now that you've unlocked her zipped lips.

"of what?" mike's eyes bounce between his two beaming girls.

abby handles this one for you, bouncing to her feet. "it's my drawing!" she runs to the kitchen table, grabbing the drawing from a couple of weeks ago, and showing it to mike. "see!"

mike stares at the drawing, then at your wrist, taking in the three pairs of stick figure hands that are linked together, bordering your left hand.

when he stares back at you, you interpret his look as bewilderment. panic sets in and you start to consider that maybe mike didn't want you to commit to his sister like this. maybe this is too much. maybe you should've asked his opinion. maybe he–

and then mike kisses you. soft, yet passionate, and slow. you distantly hear abby's expression of distaste from beside you both, but the only thing you can really focus on is mike running his thumb back and forth over the second skin covering your tattoo.

[aalyssah]

Protect His Family

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Killing!

Word Count: 1,393

Summary: While pregnant, an intruder breaks in the cabin in hope of getting valuable items, but is met by a fuming Jason ready to protect his family.

A/N: Just Jason protecting our family. I kinda like the whole Dad!Jason thing. Hope You Enjoy!

It was 8:56 and you just finished up with dinner. Steak and potatoes, hot and ready on a plate.

Although you’re pregnant, you still made sure to cook for Jason. Jason just turned the corner after taking a shower you forced him to take, eyes growing wide under the mask as he saw you carrying one plate to the table.

He made quick moves into the kitchen, grabbing the plate from your hand. "Jason, baby, I got it!" You giggled, knowing why he wanted to grab everything.

Ever since he found out you were pregnant, after you had to explain to him that meant, he's been very overprotective of you.

He's made sure you haven't been getting up as much, attempting to cook for you with the help of your instructions, and even killing people who like to roam the woods at night while you're sleeping just to make sure you feel safe.

He's taking this baby very seriously and when he found out it was a boy, immediate joy filled his 6'5 body.

Jason set the plate on the table and retrieved to get the other one. He gently helped you sit down in the chair before pushing you in. You smiled like a schoolgirl feeling like a princess.

Jason sat down in his chair before taking his mask off and putting it to the side. That action made you smile, seeing how comfortable he was to be around you.

Jason started eating, fork stabbing the steak. He was enjoying his food and that's one thing he loved about you.

Before you came along, he normally ate the fish he would catch from the lake before using a campfire from some teens he killed to cook it. Sometimes he was tired of fish, but he had no other option.

You soon finished your food, letting the fork cling against the plate. You let out a sigh, rubbing your belly. "Mmm, that was so good." Jason nodded his head, agreeing with you.

He stood up, taking your plates and putting them in the sink which he would wash later on tomorrow.

You slowly got up and made your way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch, and reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

You scrolled through some channels, trying to find something to watch when you got chills up your body. You shook in the seat, bringing your hands to rub against your arms.

Jason caught on to the cool air coming through the cabin. He went to the back door and came back with an axe in hand, grunting at you.

You nodded your head with a smile. "Make sure you get big logs, they'll last longer." You told him, letting him walk out the cabin.

Usually it takes Jason 15 minutes to go out and get some sticks and logs from outside to put them in the fireplace to warm up the cabin.

You sat on the couch, looking at TV, but before you knew it, your eyes closed for just a couple of seconds. About 7 minutes later you woke up to the sound of the back door being banged on.

You jumped out of your sleep, looking around to see where the noise was coming from. You then heard the back door lock bust. You quickly got up, knowing this wasn't Jason.

1. He would never come through the back door like that.

2. Why would he break the lock on the door he installed just to make sure you were safe?

You thought fast, quickly rushing to the kitchen and grabbing a knife before rushing to the bedroom. You hide in the closet, peeking between the cracks to watch.

The back door finally opened, a grunt coming from the mystery person. "Goddamn, damn lock hard as fuck." It sounded like a man. The sound of his heavy boot slammed against the floor as he walked around the kitchen and living room.

You could hear shuffling and things being knocked over. "What, what is this?" You heard him ask himself. He made his way around the front part of the house before coming into the bedroom.

You felt nervous, your hand covering your mouth as he searched the room. "Oh, sick! A diamond ring!" You closed your eyes, feeling guilt that your wedding ring was getting taken.

You forgot to put it back on after washing the dishes this morning. You could see the man covered in all black through the cracks on the closet as he stuffed things into a bag.

Then, you felt your heart leap in your chest when he turned around and made his way towards the closet. Tears took over your vision as his feet stopped in front of the closet.

"A closet? Probably got some nice clothes." He muttered to himself before pulling the closet door open. You let out a scream, swinging the knife at the man which luckily sliced his arm.

The man groaned in pain, harshly grabbing you by the hair. The knife fell out of your hand as your hands gripped his wrist, hoping he would loosen his hold. "What the fuck, you dumb bitch!" The man yelled at you, knife ready to stab, but you let out a pleading cry.

"No, please, I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" The knife stopped mid air, as the man smiled behind the black ski mask. "Ah, you're pregnant, huh?" You didn't answer him, sniffling the snot away from your nose.

"Cute little thing though. Whatcha' doing out here in this cabin anyways?" The man's tone changed as his disgusting hand ran down your baby bump.

You jerked back fast, but didn't get far as his grip tightened on you. "Please just leave, don't hurt me or my baby, please." You pleaded once more, more tears spilling from your eyes.

Where was Jason?

The man tsked, shaking his head. "Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you. Might take you home with me. Got my truck parked a few feet from here, cranked up and ready to go." He said, hand trialing back to your stomach.

"I've always wanted a baby, but girls don't seem to like me for some reason." The man ranted, as if you cared. You were feeling all hope give up until the sound of leaves crunching under shoes caught you and the intruders attention.

You felt the man freeze, grip slightly loosening. "What was that?" He asked. You took that as an opportunity to call for help. "Jason! Help me, Jason-" Your voice was cut off by the hand of the intruder, covering your mouth.

"Shut up, shut up you dumb bitch, you're gonna get us killed!" You squirmed in his hold, feeling all air getting cut off from your mouth and nose.

You scratched at his wrist, clawing for air and then Jason came. You felt your eyes flash before your eyes when a machete sliced the man's head clean off his body.

You fell back on the floor, making sure to not hit your bump. You scurried back watching as Jason continuously hit the man's body with the machete, cutting up his body. He was breathing heavily, putting more and more force into every hit.

You looked away, closing your eyes. If you weren't pregnant you would be mad at him for the blood and dead body on the floor, but all you wanted was for Jason to come hold you.

"J-Jason, he's dead, please." Jason already knew what you wanted. He dropped the machete, making his way over to your small form. He helped you up and engulfed you in his chest.

The smell of wood and dirt with the slight hint of blood filled your nose as you breathed in his scent. You felt safe now. Safe that you man was here to save you.

Jason let you go for a second, frowning at the whimper that passed your lips and picked up the bag of stolen things the intruder attempted to take. Jason searched through the stuff and picked up your ring.

With blood covered on it, he took your hand and slipped the ring back on your finger, pushed his mask up to his lips, and placed a soft kiss on your finger.

You instantly pulled him in for a hug, happy he was here to protect his family.

[russellsppttemplates]

My girls (Lance Stroll)

Lance gave Juno one job: to make sure his girls were looked after while he was away at a triple header

Note: english is not my first language. My baby fever has been through the roof lately, and while I was working on this, another blurb came through for dad!Lance, so I joined them.

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Tw: reader is pregnant

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3

"Have you seen Juno?", Margot asked her older sister while she did her homework, "where's mummy? She usually is where mummy is", Addalynn smiled, "I just need to finish this question and then I can go downstairs with you, wait a bit for me, please", she asked.

Margot waited for her, standing by her desk and watching curiously as her older sister wrote on her notebook until she finished, tidying her desk and storing the notebook back in her backpack, "we can go downstairs now", she smiled, holding Margot's hand and going down the stairs with her, the patter from Luna's paws and nails on the floor telling them you were in the kitchen.

You had only read about it in books, and since Luna had only been in your family for a little over a year, you never experienced being pregnant while having a dog. So far, besides your two daughters, you also had a four-pawed shadow following you around, "Luna, you can't get all tangled between my ankles, okay? Mummy can't see you that well anymore, only your tail every now and again", you giggled as you looked for her snout, hearing the girls approaching you.

"I knew she'd be here", Addy whispered to Margot as she called the dog, sitting on the floor to play with the dog.

"Are you hungry, girls? I can make you something before we sit down for dinner", you offered, figuring that dinner would still take a while to be ready.

"No, we just wanted to play with Juno", Margot said, pulling on the rope material so Juno could pull back.

"I finished my homework, too, and we knew Juno would be where you were", Addalynn added as you blushed slightly, "she's following daddy's request to look after you!", both girls giggled.

"She's looking after all of us - but I think she does come to stay with me whenever she wants a rest", you winked, "she knows I won't go too far too quickly", you offered.

When you finished dinner and tidying up with the girls' help, they were quick to go to the living room, turning on the TV and finding the channel.

"Is daddy on track yet?", you asked, ushering Juno to her spot on the sofa by your left before you sat down next to the girls on your right.

"Lizzie was saying they're going to start soon", Addy added as she unfolded the blanket on top of her and Margot's legs, "do you want some of the blanket too?", she asked.

"I have mine here, love, thank you, though", you smiled, arranging it under your bump carefully as you stretched your legs on the footstool, "Oh, forgot my pillow", you mumbled, changing your position.

"I'll get it, mummy!", Margot offered, getting the pillow you needed and placing it under your feet, "is it good?", she checked.

"It is, sweetheart, thank you", you smiled at her attentiveness as she climbed back on the sofa.

"Daddy is going really fast!", Margot pointed out, "is this the one where he could win?".

"This is practice still, the one where he can go for the pole position is much later and you will be asleep by then", you stated, not wanting to bend their bedtime routine even more than you were already doing.

"Okay", they said in unison, respecting your orders. Overall, they were pretty good at following what you asked them to do, usually only throwing tantrums when they were really tired and understanding what could and couldn't be negotiated pretty well. Of course they were still kids and had their developmental needs and challenges, but you also had an inkling that Lance had spoken to them about how they needed to behave extra well since he wouldn't be coming home for three weeks.

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You rolled to Lance's side of the bed, finding Luna already looking at you, "the girls are not up yet?", you mused, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

Getting up gently, allowing your back and hips to stretch properly and readying yourself to go back to spending most of the day in a standing position, "Good morning, baby girl, you're up too, at least, you can keep me and Juno company", you smiled, rubbing your bump softly as you felt her movements, little feet kicking your ribs gently for now.

The silence didn't last for too long as when you were getting yourself dressed, Juno's ears popped when she heard noise, leaving you briefly to go to the girls' bedrooms. Putting on your lounge wear set and making sure it would be stretchy enough around your bump you stepped into the corridor to find your two curly haired girls petting Juno.

"Good morning, mummy! Did you sleep well?", Addalynn asked, coming close to give you a hug.

"Good morning, my loves. I did, did you?", you kissed the top of her head before kissing Margot's as well, hugging her too, "I'm going to let Juno out in the garden so she can do her business, are you coming down now?", you wondered as you picked out comfy clothes for them.

"I'll go in a bit - I need to pee!", Margot let you know before speeding to the bathroom.

You opened the back door for Juno first and then started making breakfast.

The doorbell rang, making Juno go up to the door with you, and once you opened it, she barked loudly at the man holding a box, "Juno, it's okay!", you assured her as she took a protective stance in front of you, "she's harmless, really, but she will bark at anyone she doesn't know, I'm sorry if she scared you", you told him.

"It's fine, no worries, I used to have one just like her when my children were younger", the delivery man, "Y/N Stroll, right? These two boxes are for you, may I?", he asked, wanting to help you by at least putting the package on top of the table near the door.

"Sure, thank you! Juno, come here!", you called the brown labrador so she wouldn't get in the way.

"There you go", he said, "I hope you have a good day!", he waved as he walked back to the car.

"Thank you, you too!", you waved back before closing the door.

The girls walked down the stairs, Addalynn in the outfit you picked out and Margot holding her clothes on her hand, "who was that, mummy?".

"A delivery man - we got two packages. Do you need help getting dressed, love?", you asked Margot, who nodded as she looked at the smaller box.

"Can we see what's inside?", Addalynn quesioned.

"Sure, you girls do that one while I do this one", you encouraged, ripping the tape on the box on the table to see a beautiful bunch of flowers along with a card.

I can't wait to be back home, I miss you girls so much!

There are some flowers for you and the girls and a little treat for Juno, too - figured she wouldn't be the most gentle with a plant!

I love you!

- Lance

"Mummy, this one has flowers, too!", Margot showed you two smaller bunches of flowers and a bag with some dog treats.

"These are from daddy! This one is for me, each of those is for you and then some treats for Juno", you explained, showing them the card so Addalynn could read it out loud as you carried the flowers to the kitchen so you could put them in water.

"Let's take a photo and send it to daddy, okay? Smile big, my loves!", you cheered, snapping a cute photo of the girls, Juno and the flowers and sending it to Lance.

Even though it was late where he was, your husband still sent you a text with many heart emojis and then another one reading "these are three of my favourite girls, and I would like to see the other two 👀".

Taking a selfie in the mirrow on the hallway, perfectly showing your baby bump, you sent it back to Lance, earning the same reaction to the first one you sent.

After having breakfast, you sat on the sofa to watch the qualifying session, the girls laying out their Lego sets, "daddy didn't tell you in which position he was starting?", Addy mused.

"No, I told him we would watch it today and I stayed away from the news, too, so I have no idea what's going to happen", you offered, pressing play on the remote to start the program.

Juno was quick to recognise Lance, getting up from her spot where she rested her head on your legs, tail wagging, "yes, Juno, that's daddy!", Margot squealed.

"Does that mean daddy got P3?", Addalynn asked as the voice over as they filmed the paddock spoke about a penalty, "yes, he goes up a place", you smiled.

Later on the night, your baby girl couldn't seem to settle so sleep wasn't coming by easily, "if your sisters find out that you're keeping me up so we can watch daddy's race, we're going to be in trouble", you spoke, fluffing the pillows as Juno looked up at you, "you can't tell anyone either, okay?", you warned the dog as you set up you iPad on your bedside table.

Lance ended up in second place, the podium celebrations showing his happiness as he sprayed the champagne on the other drivers, "mummy's tired, baby girl, and daddy is flying back soon", you tried to soothe her by rubbing your bump, hoping she would slow down enough for you to sleep once you turned off the streaming channel.

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Lance couldn't wait to be back home, getting his luggage from the plane as soon as he could before he walked to his car, putting all his belongings inside and driving home to his family. Triple headers were hard as it was, but now that he had his family waiting back home, they were even harder.

He closed the garage door and parked the car, taking his luggage to the laundry room before expecting to meet the girls at the corridor but finding the whole floor empty.

Lance found you napping on his side of the bed, the girls napping on your side and Juno by the feet of the bed.

Smiling at the view, he walked up gently to you, Juno alert as she sensed someone else in the room and barking before noticing it was Lance, stepping closer to him to rub her snout on his legs, "hey, Juno, you did a good job here from what I can see!", he scratched her ears.

The girls stirred in their sleep, blinking their eyes a couple of times before looking at him, "hey, girls", he whispered.

"Daddy!", they yelled, making him kneel on the floor so he could hug them closely, "I missed you princesses so so so much", he said, inhaling their scent and squeezing their bodies closer to his.

"We missed you too, daddy", Margot said, kissing his cheek while Addalynn nodded, snuggling herself closer to Lance.

You turned on your side, opening your eyes to see Lance and the girls, "you're home already?", you croaked out, a sleepy smile on your lips.

Lance climbed up on the bed so he could hug you close, "I am, love", he greeted as his arms wrapped around your body.

"Hello, my love", you whispered against his lips before kissing him, feeling his hands rub your bump

"Hey, darling", he said once he let go of the kiss, "baby girl has grown so much these past weeks, hm?", he smiled, pecking your lips, "you're so beautiful, Y/N - isn't it true, girls? Mummy looks so beautiful", he added as they nodded, "I have all of my beautiful girls with me", he pulled them into the hug, squeezing you together for a family cuddle.

[itsmealaiah]

I’m starving for any Eminem fics 😭 could I request one where Marshall introduces his girl to his family (his daughters, 50, just his closest friends and family) please?

yes 🥰 😈

I ain't just showing you off to anybody

a/n: family man fr

tags/ warnings: slight cursing, reader meeting marshall's fam/ friends, nothing too bad

minors can actually interact? what??

synopsis: when marshall suggests you go to meet those closest to him, you immediately accept, eager to finally meet them.

Your POV:

I had just woken up, it was currently seven a.m., and I barely got even two hours of decent sleep. I was insanely excited, since today was the day we were going to see marshall's family after so long. He had been putting it off as far as I could tell, trying to get the right time, and making sure I was good enough to meet them. I was overjoyed when he finally offered a couple days ago, a sign he truly trusted me. Later this afternoon we were going, since marsh sleeps in quite late, and I need time to get ready.

It wasn't much of a fancy meeting, really. It was quite casual, even marsh told me his family wasn't going to dress up, but I wanted to look nice and presentable. I wanted them to know I was good enough for him, and that his family could rely on me. "Marsh?" I whispered softly, placing a kiss on his forehead, hearing his gentle snores. I smiled, burying my head into his well-defined and toned chest. His slow breathing, the way his chest rose up and down made me nearly fall asleep again, but I kept myself awake, knowing I would sleep just as late as he would if I didn't keep myself in check.

Laying there, I was running through my mind what I would say to his family, how I would act, how my overall attitude would be. I had my dress picked out as soon as he suggested the idea, rushing to our bedroom and finding one with such precision and quickness it even appalled him. It was a little black dress with huge straps, since, again, there were children sure to be running around, and very loose.

I was taken from my thoughts when I felt marsh begin to stir, his body twitching, signaling that he was waking up. I looked up from his chest to see his eyes slowly adjust to his surroundings, seeing me cling to him with love very much present in my eyes. "Morning baby" He grunted, arms wrapping tighter around me. "you excited for today?" he asked, taking one arm away to rub his eye, making his vision more clear. I nodded rapidly. "Mhm!" I squeaked out, and he laughed. "Me too" he replied, getting up from the bed, taking my small frame with him.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" He led me out of the bedroom. We currently were living in an apartment, it was a bit tiny, but still felt like home. I moved in a couple months ago after he advised me to. "Hmm" I thought for a second, thinking about my current options. "cereal?" I gazed at him curiously. "Cereal it is" He made his way over to the cabinets, grabbing the two half empty boxes of cereal we stored in there. "Which one?" He held up honey nut cheerios, and another box of the cheerios, but in a different flavor. "The second one, I'm tired of eating the bland ones." I stuck out my tongue.

Sitting down at the small counter, he pulled out two bowls from another cabinet, accompanying them with two spoons. "Thank you baby" I smiled, taking them from his hands as he passed them to me, and took the cereal over to us. I poured in the flavorful cereal, quickly digging in. "Hungry, huh?" He watched my ferocious expression as I ate intensely. I grunted, giving him a small 'yes' in between. He ate his too, but slower. He's usually pretty good about not eating a lot separating breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which meant way more for me.

We finished, and sat down on the couch to watch TV, turning on a random channel, too wrapped up in each to really acknowledge what the actors where talking and doing. "What time are we leaving?" I questioned, scooting closer to him, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles across the exposed skin. "I think two o' clock? we have plenty of time, don't worry" He looked at my face, a mixture of fear and anticipation lying on my features. He picked up on this, pulling me closer into his soft embrace, comforting me.

"They're gonna love you, trust me" He reassured me calmly, kissing the top of my forehead. I was still unconvinced, and let out a small noise as I nuzzled my head into his shoulder. "Aw baby, it's okay" He held me against him, and kissed my nose gently. I felt my unease start to drift away, and I settled into him, letting my fears slip off. "Yeah, you're right" I admitted, picking my head up, leaving a small kiss on his jawline, getting a small groan from him. I grinned, and turned away so my back was facing him, lying on his chest. He stroked my hair, and played with the edges of my top while I snuggled into his soft frame.

I could barely keep myself awake, trying to pry my eyes open each time they fluttered shut for even a second. He again, picked up on this and picked me up, taking my body into his arms, carrying me into our bedroom to lie down and take a nap. When I noticed him not joining, I whined, reaching out for him. "I'm just using the bathroom baby, I'll be back in a couple minutes" and with that, walked out. I slowly fell asleep, my eyes heavy as they shut and my sight went black.

slight time skip sorry

When I woke up, I glanced at the clock on one of the bedside tables, and noticed it was twelve o'clock. I quickly sprang out of the bed, and rushed to the bathroom to apply makeup and get ready. I left marsh in the room alone while I began to prep myself. I had to be perfect, more presentable than I'd ever been before. I slathered on blush, mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick, checking it multiple times in a row before telling myself it was good, and I looked decent enough. Returning to the room, marshall was still lying there, snoring lowly as I crept in, careful not to make a single sound. I grabbed my dress, sliding out of my pajamas and pulled it on, trying to zip it, but to avail, I couldn't do it.

I was scared to wake marsh up, not wanting to disturb his sleep since he woke up so early, but I had no choice. I hesitated, walking over to him slowly, watching my steps and trying my very best not to make a single sound. I shook his arm gently, caressing it and trying to get him to wake up, to help me with this stupid dress. He didn't wake up, so I shook harder, and he started to twitch, eyes fluttering open as they focused on my body, and he rubbed them to see more clearly. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" He groaned, sitting up so he could attempt to see the problem.

"My fucking dress won't zip up" I complained with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. His eyes fell on my loose dress, assessing the problem. "It's no big deal," he got up, going to my back and quickly zipping it up with ease. "See? no need to be angry" He kissed my shoulder, my skin no longer tense. I sighed. "Thank you love" I turned around to kiss him softly, letting him know I was grateful for him. He mumbled a small "you're welcome" against my skin, and walking over to the small closet to put on comfortable clothes. "You really don't have to dress like that" he reminded, glancing over at me quickly. "I'm okay, I want to look good for your family." I said again, standing my ground.

"Alright, well, you look really fine baby" He complimented, and my face turned bright red, snuggling into the crook of his neck, leaving a gentle kiss on the spot where I knew he was sensitive. He groaned, trying to be quiet, but it didn't quite work, and I laughed. "What? am I funny to you?" He smiled, cocking his head to my direction. I nodded, departing from his side to look at the clock again. It read one, meaning we had an hour. I was ready, and he was too, so we could just relax, and enjoy each other's company. Leaving the bedroom, I took a seat on the couch, flopping down onto the soft cushions.

I was no longer tired luckily, the anticipation consuming my body, so excited to finally meet his family, his friends, the ones who really, truly loved him. I watched him walk over, sitting next to me, pulling me into his embrace once again. I cuddled against him, smiling softly as he rubbed my arms, soothing any other fear still in my body. Our time together was soon up, as the clock struck two, and we made our way out of the apartment, getting to his car and buckling my seatbelt, waiting for him to enter. It was a little car, but it was very comfortable.

He opened the door, plugging the keys in, and turned on the radio along with the air conditioner. I was thankful for that, because the dress was starting to become a little too warm for my comfort. It was about an hour drive to his ex-wife kim's home, where his kids were staying for the weekend. It felt a little weird to be seeing kim, since I was his new girlfriend and all. One of marshall's hand's drifted away from the steering wheel and towards my thigh, and began rubbing small circles over the fabric of the dress, making me look down and smile. "Hey baby, who's all going to be there?" I asked, picking my head up in curiousness.

He kept staring on the road, looking like he was contemplating my question. "Obviously kim and the kids, I asked if fifty's gonna be there and he said yes, and maybe d-twelve'll be there too, they may not though, so don't get your hopes up" He told me, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep focused and not crash. Spending an hour wasn't really a problem, because I loved the time with him. Usually he's busy with the band, or music videos, tours, rehearsals, and more, leaving me at home all alone for either hours or months on end, left to my own resources and comfort.

When we finally made it to kim's home, it was a tiny little place, not so much different than our apartment. "Hi kim!" I gushed, walking over to her, engulfing her body in a hug so tight I might've been squeezing the daylights right out of her. "Nice to meet you" she replied, voice a little shaky. "The kids are outside in the backyard playing around, you can go see them if you'd like" she offered, and my face lit up, nearly running outside to see the girls. Kim and Marshall were left to chat while I talked with the kids, playing games, overall just indulging in what they loved. Hailie was my favorite, since she always was so energetic, taking every chance she got to hang out with me.

After what felt like forever, marsh called me back inside, making me part with the girls, saying goodbyes, promising I would see them later and catch up on the games we played. "Yeah marsh?" I questioned, smoothing out my dress. "What's up?" He nodded his head towards someone, and when I began to figure out who it was, I nearly fell back. "I thought you were joking!" I gasped, immediately going over and introduced myself, shaking his hand rapidly, with a great amount of joy coursing through my veins. "I cannot believe fifty cent is your friend marsh!" I smiled, taking a glance at him to show my happiness. To be truthful, I didn't think he was actually being honest with me, but knowing he was, made me over the moon happy. "Slim, this yo' girl?" He asked, looking at marsh, and he nodded.

"I'm so glad to meet you" I was nearly jumping up and down, my giddiness insanely high. "It's good to meet you too..?" He trailed off, as if wondering my name, and I realized thats what was happening. "y/n" I squeaked. "Y/n" He repeated with a joyful smile playing on his lips. Marsh made his way over to us, wrapping an arm around my upper shoulder, kissing the top of my head. I grinned, burying the side of my face into his side, taking in his scent fully. "We're gonna leave in an hour or two, we have to get home before rush hour, going eight miles an hour" marsh spoke, still holding me tightly against him. I left his grip, going to help kim finish up dinner. "This looks delicious" I complimented. It looked truly exquisite, everything so good I was positive I would be begging for seconds.

"Aw thank you y/n, that really is nice of you" she returned the compliment, giving me a soft smile while placing the food on the kitchen table, setting up the plates and silverware for the seven of us, marsh, herself, me, fifty, and the kids. They really raised the kids well, even though they were only together for a short period of time. "Dinner!" She called to the kids, fifty, and marsh, who all came over very quickly. I, of course, sat next to marsh, hailie taking a seat next to me. When I looked over at her, she was positively overjoyed, just like how I was. Her face was bright, lips curved into a very happy smile.

"How are you hailie?" I questioned, trying to make her smile appear on my face, lips spreading widely. "Im good!" she babbled, clinging to me and hugging me with her little arms. I almost melted at the sight of her eyes scrunched, holding onto me so tightly. I loved her so much. Marsh knew this, and would always take every chance for her to spend time with me. I was very grateful for his attempts at that, keeping my happiness at an all time high every day. "That's great" I gushed, bringing her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist, being careful not to squeeze too tight.

I savored the meal kim had, to me, spent many hours working on, perfecting the recipe for what seemed like days tasting it, the delicious feel of the hot food on my tongue, my tastebuds begging for me. I moaned, eyes widening as I ate every bite. "I'm glad you like it so much y/n" kim laughed, finishing up her plate. I nodded rapidly, taking hailie off my lap, and cleaning off my dinner plate fully, and finding the trash. "It was so good, I loved it." I spoke, my lips messy from the food and how fast I consumed it. "Thank you again" she replied, walking over to the trash and throwing away the leftover food on her plate. "Marsh, you wanna go?" I asked, I didn't want to leave, but I knew he wanted to leave so we could get home easily.

He nodded, getting up from the table, throwing away what he had left, and took me out of the house, saying our goodbyes, thanking kim, and departing. I was on cloud nine, I loved meeting kim for the first time fully, she was so nice. I walked back to the car, putting on my seatbelt once again, and marsh started the hour drove home. I placed my hand on his thigh instead this time, caressing the denim fabric of his jeans, rubbing circles like he once did. I wanted to drift my hand over to his crotch, but I held myself back, saving that for later. I wanted to keep the moment as innocent and carefree as possible, so I didn't.

"Thank you for letting me meet kim and fifty, I loved it" I smiled, leaning over the center console, placing a light kiss on his right cheek. "No problem baby" He whispered, wrapping his fingers around my hand, threading them through mine slowly. The rest of the drive was spent with us whispering small little things to each other, every word that was uttered from his mouth making me blush.

We got home, and I stepped out, my dress quite rumpled up. I didn't really mind, and just walked to the door of our apartment, flopping down onto the couch, lifting my legs onto the upper part, and marsh laughed, taking a seat next to me. "You tired pretty girl?" I nodded slowly, and he took my heels off, unwrapping the straps and placing them on the ground next to the couch. "Thank you" I leaned my head back, finally free of the itchy, uncomfortable shoes.

He picked me up bridal style in his arms, carrying me into the bedroom, my eyes nearly shutting. I mumbled a small 'thank you' once again. He didn't have to do this, he knew that, but he did it anyway, and i was sincerely grateful for this small gesture of his. Slipping down my dress, leaving me in my bra and panties, he laid me down on the bed, stripping everything off but his boxers, and lied down next to me, caressing my cheek slowly, and I fell asleep, his arms pulling me closer, never daring to let me go. I'm truly happy I found someone like him, who truly cares for me like he does.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Fermin: female reader x Fermin Lopez where they have been dating for a while but recently they had problems & have been having stupid fights. The reader has been stressed with school and him with pressure brought by his recognition in the first team. Maybe he’s acting weird & distant, which leads to a fight between them and them taking a break. Angst plot where the reader has an accident ( car accident or something smaller- up to you) and Fermin confirms how much he loves her and doesn’t want to loose her. Fluff ending where he takes care of her during her recovery.

Comeback to me —Fermin Lopez.

summary: read the request.

warnings: none. fights, bad words, car accident, injuries, etc. sad, angst, cute, fluff.

words: +4.5k

#SEXYNOTE: I apologize if there are errors. I use the translator since English is not my first language. I hope the person who asked for this enjoys it as much as i enjoy writing it.

Thanks for the support 🎀🪽

You sighed as you flipped through the channels on the television while holding the ice cream spoon to your mouth. At least ten minutes ago you were looking for something to watch on TV but couldn't find anything interesting.

Fermin was supposed to be here a while ago but there was no sign. You looked at your phone to see if he had left a message but nothing. You had prepared lunch and had had to eat after it was getting late, surely the training had been delayed. He hadn't seen your message and he wasn't answering your calls either so you were starting to worry.

You weren't going to go to sleep until he came back or at least you would hear from him. So you sat on the couch watching something with your bowl of ice cream. Your thoughts were scattered, you couldn't stop thinking if something had happened but you didn't want to think negative. Sometimes it was delayed because the coach gave them an extra talk or they missed their schedule and stayed in training.

You turned your phone back on and immediately sent a new message but still no news. You let out an exhausted sigh again, throwing the controller away from you and eating more of your ice cream.

You didn't want to bother him so much, you were having a hard time and bothering him was the last thing you wanted to do if he was out of the house. Lately you had been focused on your studies and had left his relationship a little bit but you tried to wait for him in the evenings, make food or clean the house so he wouldn't have to worry about everything after training. You had to admit that you felt your relationship was a bit distant these days, you hadn't even seen enough of each other this week. The fights had been constant over the smallest things and you wanted to apologize for that, so now that you were free you had decided to prepare everything for Fermin and wait for him.

After a while, when you had finished all the ice cream in your bowl, you heard the sound of the door opening. Worried, you watched Fermin enter with his bag, but you sighed at the sound of him coming in all right.

"Hello" he greeted somewhat concerned to see you sitting there.

"Hi Fermin" you said with a smile.

"What are you doing awake?" he asked putting down his things. He seemed surprised to see you sitting there.

You raised your eyebrows in confusion.

"I was waiting for you" you mentioned. He nodded taking off his sweatshirt. "Was training late?" you wanted to know.

"No, it was normal" he said sitting down next to you.

You grimaced in confusion. "A lot of traffic?" you asked again.

"No" he denied simply.

"I made you dinner, I told you this morning that I would be home after school and that I would take care of everything" you told him sighing.

Fermin remained silent.

"I texted you, I even called you" you insisted ballasting the phone that was in your hand.

You had spent at least an hour and a half texting him with your heart in your mouth from the scare you were having.

"I took Gavi home and he invited me to dinner, sorry I forgot to tell you" he commented and your heart broke.

I forgot to warn you? You didn't mind him staying at Gavi's, but you had told him you were staying home today and had been working hard on his dinner. You would have liked to have gotten a message of his warning too, at least to go to bed early.

"Okay" you said getting up from the couch.

Clearly things between you were not right some time ago. I don't know why you had tried to do everything for Fermín, you should have talked about it before. You felt forgotten and offended, he seemed to show zero interest in spending time with you. In the morning you had tried to talk to him but you had to leave early for class and Fermín was still sleeping but you had made sure to let him know that you were in charge of dinner.

Almost on the verge of tears, you walked silently to the table. You put the dishes and the food together, putting everything away in its place. You were tired and wanted to go to bed as quickly as possible. You had come up a hard morning and your effort hadn't paid off at all, so you were overcome with this situation.

"Are you mad?" you heard him coming. You turned your back to him, washing what was left in the sink.

"No" you said slowly.

You weren't angry, you were disappointed. You were tired of this same situation, the pointless fights that went through you every day. So you didn't want to fall into the same thing.

"Yes you are" he snorted coming up behind you.

It seemed like Fermin was more mad at you than you were at him. why was he even mad? It was unfair. You had been the one who had been stood up after preparing a whole dinner for him.

"It's just that you could have at least texted, I could have gone to rest earlier" you tell him resting your hands on your waist as you finish.

"That's all you do!" he yells and his tone of voice catches you off guard. "If you're not sleeping, you're out of the house or studying - all day!" he raises his voice again.

His reproach freezes you. He's right, your last few days have been studying, going to class and going back to sleep in an endless loop. It was the end of the semester and you had exams, reports, group work, etc. You couldn't blame him, you also felt like you were giving up on the relationship but you also felt tired and needed to pass. Studying a demanding college degree was stressful and your days were getting harder and harder but you didn't give up.

"You get mad because I went out with the guys one night but you are never here, you don't even ask me how training went, you don't care about me at all" he says angrily and you look at him incredulously.

Of course you care about him. Of course you care about his training, but you can't neglect your studies either. You didn't see each other much and you kept different schedules, it was clear that it was hard to see each other and talk. But you always worried about him, you thought about if he was doing well and if he needed anything he would come for you.

"You think it's my damn fault I have a demanding career?" you say in the same way he does.

I wasn't going to put all the blame on you, not when he didn't seem to be there for you either. In the mornings you'd call him to have breakfast together but he'd say he'd stay in bed a while longer and you'd let him, since he used to train late. But when you tried to get close, he wouldn't seem to let you.

"I try to do the best I can every day, this week I was a little more free and I told you so, Fermin!" you reproached him in a shout.

You were a little upset and angry because of his attitude, not because of the recent situation. He wasn't the only one suffering, you were also stressed and felt you couldn't take it anymore. It's true, you had become strangers these last weeks but now you were trying to fix things and Fermin didn't even show up at the house.

"Don't blame me for everything!" you squeak out.

You want to get away from him, walk to the bedroom and go to sleep. You know that if you keep fighting this will have another ending and you're not at your best time to argue. You were already exhausted enough to listen to his reproaches.

"You know what it takes to be on the first team, it's my dream and you don't care!" he yells when you try to pull away. "I needed you to be there for me but you do nothing but sit between your books and you don't even remember the games!"

Your heart breaks when you hear him. You had forgotten about watching his first team games and now you felt worse than before. But he was being unfair. You were proud of Fermin, you always had been. You were so supportive of his dream and with your schedule you hadn't been able to be there for him as much. Playing in the first team was important to Fermín and you knew he had worked hard but it wasn't all about him. It was a fifty-fifty relationship.

"Did you even ask how I did on my final exams?" you snatch. "You weren't interested either and it's important to me too, Fermin!" you shout back with tear-filled eyes.

You are angry, sad and disappointed. With you and with Fermín. You have both hurt each other with your words and your distancing. It's both your fault, you can admit it. And you want to do everything to recover your relationship, you even prepared a delicious dinner for him, you wait for him until late hours and now you are the one who cries.

Fermin sighs with his hands on his head. He won't say anything else. He always does when you argue. Arguments had become more frequent in your relationship and even the slightest thing was the trigger for a fight. You were tired of it, you were tired of putting up with it.

"Can't you if you want be happy for me?" he says after a silence. "You always put yourself first, this started because of you and it won't end because of you" his words stab like daggers in your chest.

"You started it!" you scream but sigh calming yourself down. "It's always going to be my fault, isn't it?" your voice drops in pitch and you force yourself to calm this down.

You can't believe it but continuing to add fuel to his fire is not the solution. He's angry and he won't change his mind until one of you gives in and you're willing to be that person. You love him. You've always wanted the best for him, but that doesn't mean you're giving up on yourself.

"You're not the victim!" she insists again and you lower your arms in surrender.

"I'm sorry, okay?" you say sincerely trying to calm things down. "It's been a rough few days for both of us, we don't have to do this."

He lets out a snort. He sighs and you can see his hard stare shatter like glass. He shakes his head from side to side, thinking. You want to speak but the words don't come out of your mouth, you're both at a loss. You're scared of what he's thinking, because you know him so well you know the next thing he says could be as good or as bad.

"I think we'd better take some time."

His words are enough to overwhelm what little was left healthy in your heart. Your eyes leak endless tears and you want to refuse, to take him in your arms and hug him but you're hurt and you can't respond. You are paralyzed. You stand there as you watch him dodge you to enter the room, watch him take his things. You walk slowly to the door and lean against it.

"Fermin" you whisper in pain. "No..." you ask sobbing.

Maybe he's exaggerating, you want to think. But it seems very real. His mind seemed made up, he was very confident putting his bag together. You walk up to him and try to grab his things and take them out of the bag but Fermin stops you, wrapping his hands gently around your hands. Your eyes say 'what are you doing' But Fermin's eyes say nothing in response.

"We're hurting each other, y/n, we can't go on like this" he says looking at you. You deny in tears. "Look at you, look at me."

You're a mess and as much as he looks whole, you know he's broken just like you. Deep down you know he's right but you keep refusing, you can't let go.

"We can fix it..." you try to say but he interrupts you.

"I know, Y/n" he drops everything and comes so close to you. "But we need it, we both need time, we each have to make a decision" his hands wrap around your face full of tears and pain.

You keep shaking your head, you don't need time. You just need to rest but not from Fermín. You love him, you have a relationship of four years and you don't want it all to end because of a damn fight. It's not just that though and you know it. You saw the pain in his eyes, Fermin was suffering. You didn't want to give in to this thing you two had, you couldn't. But both he and you, you knew perfectly well that this was for the best.

"It will only be until this gets better" he says caressing you.

"And if it doesn't get better?" you ask trembling. "Will we give up everything we have?" you say again.

He doesn't respond and that makes you swallow saliva that feels like poison in your system. Instead, his lips kiss your forehead softly and you feel your whole body go numb. You wrap his waist around your waist and hug yourself tightly to him. His warmth invades you and you let yourself be carried away in the feeling of his last embrace.

Your heart bleeds, your mind is drifting, you don't want to let him go but you have to.

"I love you, baby" he whispers in your ear.

"Come back to me, Fermin" you ask sobbing. Your boyfriend smiles at you and caresses your back one last time.

You feel your soul leave your body the very moment his arms let go of you, you stand there empty, your heart shattered. You see him take his things and he says goodbye with a last smile. A smile that hits you like an arrow in the chest, leaving you breathless as you watch his back disappear from his home. The home you had created and loved, now felt like a cold, empty apartment.

I can't bear to see him go but there is no choice. He asked you for time and you know you need it too. You both have neglected this relationship and neither of you are to blame, that's just the way it is. That's life, sometimes you get apples and sometimes you get stones. You get to your bed and fall into it with the memories of all the nights you slept together, his scent is still intact in your nose, in the sheets, in the air. You cry again and this time you let it all out.

You don't know how you will go on after this but at least you have to try, you need to think, you need time, you need to find yourself.

You need to find yourself in that relationship and in Fermin, you trust you. So time will tell.

At the end of the day, if there's one thing time can do, it's heal, right?

At least you pray so because you're not ready to let him go, you love him enough to end this.

'Comeback to me, please' you beg in your head wishing he would come back to you as soon as possible and that this was all a dream.

(...)

You stand in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection as tears slide down your cheeks. The echo of his words echo in your mind: "I need time". Each word weighs like a burden on your heart, and you feel sadness envelop you like a shadow.

You try to remember the exact moment when everything changed but the reasons fade away in tears and lost whispers. The photographs on the wall look back at you, capturing moments that now seem far away. Every corner of your room seems to contain the echo of her laughter, but now everything is shrouded in bitter silence.

After a few weeks, you had finally been able to get out of bed today. You hadn't even touched your college stuff, your friends used to bring you your notes and then you went back to bed. You hadn't seen Fermin since then, all his stuff was still here and you were beginning to wonder if he would ever come for it or just leave it there. You had had too much time to think and your decision remained the same, you loved Fermin and you didn't need more time. But you respected his decision and tried to stay out of it, you hadn't called him, you hadn't texted him. He seemed to be fine, now he was playing games with the first team, scoring goals, assists and playing very well. You were proud and still supported him from the couch at home, you hadn't told anyone about his "break up" you didn't even know if you had really broken up but it felt like one.

The phone remains in your hands, tempting you to dial its number but you stop yourself. You wonder if time will really heal the wounds or if it will only prolong the agony. As the nights grow longer, you sink into a sea of memories that seem to fade like a dream upon awakening.

Tears fall with the same intensity as broken promises and you cling to the hope that someday time will give you back the peace it took from you today. In the midst of sadness, you face the difficult task of letting go, even though every step seems like an abyss in your soul. But you have to move on, now that you are back to classes your mind will be occupied with other things and you will be able to recover. At least you hope so but everything has been harder since Fermin left and every time you remember something about him, you want to cry. But you kept forcing yourself to stay strong.

You grabbed your things, finishing getting ready. You texted your friend that you were leaving on a trip to look for her and you saw that the sky was dark gray, it was sure to rain at any moment, so you had to hurry to get to class before the rain.

The gray sky loomed over the city as you drove through the streets, drops began to fall from the sky in small amounts but as you kept going you could see the roads getting wet. The drops hit the windshield and visibility was reduced, making every turn a challenge. The rain was falling heavily, turning the streets into mirrors reflecting the lights of the city. You were concentrating on the steering wheel, fighting blurred vision. As you rounded a curve, the left wheel slipped in a puddle, and control of the car vanished in an instant, you did your best to regain control but in vain. The metallic sound of the crash echoed as your car crashed into the guardrail.

The impact left you dazed, adding to the shock of the accident, the smell of dampness and gasoline filled the air. When you opened your eyes, you noticed the tinkling of rain on the roof of your vehicle. The car had gone flying into the guardrail off the road but at least it hadn't rolled. Your heart was pounding and your pulse was trembling, you sighed trying to calm your shock. You were fine, it had only been a minor accident.

Your left leg hurt intensely but when you checked yourself, you noticed that the injuries seemed to be limited to minor cuts. However, the difficulty in moving your leg indicated deeper damage so you left it still.

You saw a group of people approach you and ask you if you were okay, they quickly assisted you and called the ambulance. Soon, the flashing red lights of an ambulance became visible in the rain. The paramedics carefully helped you out after they made a quick examination of what had happened, placing you on the stretcher as the water continued to fall mercilessly. The siren echoed in the night as they sped to the hospital, the lights of the city flickering in the fogged glass of the ambulance.

Entering the hospital was a whirlwind of bright lights, rushing voices and the steady murmur of rain. It was all right, you still wanted to call someone and as soon as you were asked for the number of a relative, you thought of Fermin. Normally he was the one you called when you had problems or needed something but now he wasn't feeling well, you didn't want to bother him, so you opted to tell your mother. Still dazed, you were taken to a room where the smell of disinfectant mingled with the dampness of your wet clothes. The doctors checked your wounds, confirmed the fracture in your leg and ordered rest. You never stopped thinking about Fermin at any moment, even when your mother was with you holding you back, you wanted him to be there too, he always was. And it didn't add up that your mother kept asking about him while you blatantly lied that he was busy with training.

They decided to keep you in the hospital for a day to check that everything was normal. They did the corresponding tests, prescribed medication for your bruises and pain. So now you were waiting for your mother who was supposed to bring food. You were lying down still thinking about the shock you had gone through when you heard the door, opened your eyes and found the figure of the boy who stole your sighs.

"Y/n" he sobbed running to you. He wrapped his arms around you completely, your senses responded to him immediately. Your heart raced and the pain in your body was gone, it was like pure magic.

A tear ran down your cheek as you felt his touch again, so delicate, so warm, so familiar as you remembered. You had missed him so much.

"It's my fault, i'm so sorry" he whispered still squeezing you. "I should never have left you, i was an idiot" he said chastising himself.

"No, Fermin" you said enjoying his embrace. "It's nobody's fault, it was an accident" you tell him trying to calm him down.

His eyes were red, probably because he had cried on the way to the hospital. His face was sad and worried, his grip touched you as if he had needed you all this time.

"I was so scared, I thought something had happened to you.... I-I" you cut him off.

"It's all right, i didn't mean to upset you" you smiled a little.

Your heart was happy to see him back, you missed so much his voice, his skin, his affection, everything. But you didn't want to give yourself false illusions so you kept on the sidelines. Everything had happened too fast, you were not over him and life had taught you a lesson. So you lived every moment as unique and tried to smile in spite of everything, you were safe and sound.

"You don't bother me, quite the contrary" he said kissing your forehead. "I'm glad to know that everything is fine, that you are well" he caresses your head and you nod.

"Mom called you?" you asked shyly. He nodded.

Did he tell her that you...? You wanted to ask but you felt shy under his deep gaze.

You had never been shy with Fermin but everything had changed. You felt ashamed of what had happened, the fights, the separation and now the accident. You didn't know how to react, so much had happened in such a short time. You wanted to be happy to have him back but you didn't know if he was going to stay and that truth hurt.

"I'll stay the night with you, is that okay? I told your mom she could go rest, I'll take care of you" he asked now, sounding friendly.

"Sure, of course" you whispered with a smile.

There was an overwhelming silence, the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds until Fermin lets out a big sigh that surprises you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n" he says in shock. "I was an idiot, I don't know why I pushed you away" he continues.

You want to say things too but you let him do the talking first, you are afraid that now he will ask you for a definitive separation and you don't want to get hurt again. Things between you have changed and you feel that you are no longer the same but deep down you still love each other unconditionally as before. At least you feel that way and you have no doubt about it.

"I thought you didn't care anymore, you were into something else, I even thought you didn't love me anymore" he sits on the space left over on the bed and grips your hands deliriously. "I neglected you, i distrusted you and i hurt you" his eyes fill with tears.

Your chest hurts but not by accident but because of all the feelings that bloom from it. Your tears don't take long to come at the sight of him like this, shattered in you.

"I was selfish, i wanted time because i thought you felt different things too but you didn't. I love you so much, i don't want to be without you" his hands squeeze yours with every word and he makes you feel at home.

"Don't blame yourself, Fermin" you reply caressing his cheek. "It was both of us, i also distance and neglected you, we were both estranged".

"No, you didn't give up" he sobs. "I hurt you, i asked you for us to walk away, you wanted to fight for us, for me" he says disappointed.

You shake your head. Deep down you knew he wanted to fight too but you saw going through a bad time and maybe it was right. No one knows what is right or wrong, he had the right to ask for his time and you had the right to respect him.

"I thought every night about you, i wanted to call you, i wanted to see you, i wanted to touch you but i didn't deserve it, i hurt you" again his tears wrap his cheeks but you take care to wipe them away so his beautiful face doesn't get splashed with them.

You want to jump with happiness, hug him, kiss him, shout how much you love him, you want to go home with Fermin and go back to the way you were before. Your love for him is still intact deep in your heart, Fermin knows it and feels the same. You were made for each other, with all the good and the bad.

"I'm really sorry, love" he apologizes for the third time. You smile towards him with nothing more to say.

"Stop talking and kiss me" you ask desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

Fermin smiles and fulfills your wish, kissing you softly as if for the first time. It feels warm, tender and delicate, his sweet lips caress you gently and you let yourself go from the feeling of bliss. There are no words for the moment, you just enjoy his gentle kiss.

"When your mom called me and told me what had happened I was so scared, Y/n. I thought i was losing you and i couldn't let that happen" his hands take your face and pulls you closer to him.

Butterflies flutter in your belly like the first time, his hands sweat and your pulse quickens as you feel so close to him. You can't even think how much you miss having Fermin, touching him, feeling him, smelling him.

"I love you so much" he whispers. "I don't want time or space, i don't want to have you far away, i want to be with you, i want to fight for us, i want to have you and take care of you. I want to comeback to you" he says with his forehead on yours.

The feelings you have for Fermin bloom like flowers in spring, they had never faded, you felt every word like band-aids in your heart, his touch is like a pain reliever, his eyes on you are like the light of the sun itself. You are spellbound, you love him so much you can't help but smile.

"I'm so sorry, i love no one but you. I'm in love with you, every part of you, y/n" he says caressing you. "I regret what o said that night, i should never have doubted us, i'm not giving up on you ever again."

'I want to come back to you' the words he used seconds ago echo in your mind like an echo, you had used the same words the night it all ended.

'Come back to me, Fermin' you said through tears begging for him to come back that night. And he did. And that makes you immensely happy.

Your foreheads stay glued together for a few seconds as you pull apart from your kiss, your cheeks rosy, your eyes shining, your smiles contagious. He helps you settle in, just enough to make room beside you and leans against you. Your head rests on his chest and there is no pain, no sadness whatsoever. You are at peace, surrounded by what you love most, ready to recover and go home tomorrow.

Over the weeks, the pain lessened but the bond between you grew stronger. Since Fermin came home, everything had been better. He took it upon himself to take care of you every moment, to help you with your chores, to do things around the house, to pamper you and take care of you.

Together, you celebrated small triumphs in this new chapter: the first walk outdoors, the shared laughter during a movie and the simple moments that became significant.

When the day finally came that you were able to return to your normal life, you did so with a renewed appreciation for the beauty of routine and the value of unconditional support. Your "parting" not only marked a challenging chapter but also wove a narrative of resilience and love that would endure long after the traces of the moment faded. You were back to your old selves, only this time you supported each other no matter what. You trusted, you talked, you learned, you endured.

You were willing to find new ways to connect, to love and support each other. To build new memories that would last in their memories for the rest of their lives. The daily routine was transformed into a ballet of love and patience.

[tigertales9]

Appetizer

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader

Warnings: 18+ / Smut

Description: This is a mini, porny nugget inspired by minicamp.

Time/Place: 6/14/23 - Cincinnati, Ohio

Edit: Now that I've sobered up a bit, I want to say this porny nugget was inspired by pics @lonelywiththestars posted. The one above plus the one of him holding that bottle. 🥵 Check 'em out...

Arm porn

Bottle porn

Follow-up is here : Main Course

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You hand Joe the last dinner dish, watching as he quickly rinses it and places it in the dishwasher. "Is that it?" he asks, looking around. "Yeah," you answer, smiling as he shuts the dishwasher and follows you into the living room.

"What do you wanna watch?" you ask. "Maybe 'The Planets'?" he answers. "It's Jupiter tonight. I know we've already seen it, but it's super cool."

"Sounds good." You ease onto the oversized leather sofa as Joe turns the TV on and enters the channel number. "It doesn't come on for like 15 minutes," he says. "Good," you laugh softly, spreading your thighs and patting the black leather sofa between your legs. "Gives me time to work that shoulder issue out."

"How do you know I have a shoulder issue?" he asks, giving you a pouty face before grinning.

"Because you kept dipping the damn thing up and down during dinner. It's clearly bothering you. Let me help," you coax, patting the expanse of leather sofa between your spread thighs again. "Come here."

He drops onto the sofa between your legs, groaning low in his throat when you grind your thumb just under his right shoulder blade. "Oh fuck," he hisses, leaning into the pressure as you add a couple more fingers. "Jesus, that feels good," he whispers, dropping his head down as you continue to massage his throwing shoulder.

"Take your shirt off," you order, holding your breath for a few seconds as he whips his shirt off, the muscles in his back and arms rippling before settling down. You dig your fingers into his muscular back, biting your lip as the noises escaping his lips cause your core to contract. Simmer down, you think to yourself, he needs a good massage more than he needs sex.

"Fuck, that feels good, baby," he groans, leaning into the pressure as you continue to massage him.

Several minutes later he leans all the way back against you, looking up at you with those kaleidoscope eyes. "Feels so good," he whispers, his long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he grinds his hips against the sofa in a way that you can totally understand.

You drop a kiss on his fragrant neck as you slowly run your hands over his chiseled arms and his hard nipples, eventually sliding one hand down his torso, his abs clenching under your touch as you dip just inside the waistband of his slinky shorts, your thumb massaging the precum in lazy circles on his velvety head.

"Lose these shorts," you order, smiling when he quickly shoves his shorts and undies to mid-thigh. You wrap your hand around his erection, pumping slowly while he groans his approval. "You like that?" you whisper, spitting on your hand before grasping his hard cock again, pumping him slowly as he grinds his hips up into each thrust. "Yeah," he groans, "don't stop." You tease his nipples with your free hand as you continue to pleasure him, his big hand enveloping yours as you finish him off, the noises he makes when he cums hitting every pleasure point in your body.

He eventually grabs his shirt and cleans himself off, pulling his shorts and undies up while standing up and smiling down at you as you catch your breath.

"Nice appetizer, babe," he purrs.

"Appetizer?"

"Yeah, we'll head upstairs for the main course." He gives you a wink before easily picking you up; you wrap your legs around his waist, sinking your teeth into his muscular shoulder as he heads for the stairs.

[romantiqueofthemind]

Hosting (formerly Untitled Harry Blurb)

Hellloooo!!! First off, I’ve missed you all so much! I’m working on some more fics rn as we speak, but here is an untitled Harry Blurb that I wrote last week? Idk but it’s fluffy and cute so Enjoy!

Warnings: NONE!

Word Count: <1000 (less than 1000 for those of you who are bad at math like me lol)

"Come here bubs." You said calmly as you carefully lifted your son out of his high chair covered in Spaghetti sauce. He had turned over his dinner from being fussy and kicking around. You quickly took him to his nursery and undressed Henry from his messy onesie. You grabbed an emerald green onesie with a picture of a dinosaur on it and dressed the toddler. You loved him in that color, it really brought out how green his eyes were. You held him in your arms and shushed him gently as you stroked his light brown hair. Every day it seemed to amaze you how much he looked like his father.

You noticed the time, a reminder hitting you that it was time to turn on the TV. You took Henry into the master bedroom where you and your husband slept and set him down so he was sitting between your legs on the bed. You both were facing the large TV on the wall as you grabbed the remote, turned it on, and put in the channel number for CBS. Henry looked around your room. He hardly ever was in here, usually he was in his nursery room, the living room or the kitchen. He looked around and noticed your husbands side of the bed, noticing the objects on his nightside table next to the bed. Almost immediately, the boy started to get fussy again as tears welled up in his eyes. Henry started crying and kicking his feet against the bed in a similar fashion to the way he had when he was in his highchair. "Awww bubs... Shhh its okay. What's wrong sweetie?" You asked before crossing your legs and setting the toddler in your lap, doing your best to calm him. Your eyes shifted towards the TV as you heard the program start. "All the way from Holmes Chapel, Cheshire, Give it up for a Mister Harry Styles!" You looked up to see a purple curtain pull back to reveal Harry wearing a dark emerald velvet suit, almost black.

"Lookie bubs! Look! Who's that?" You said pointing to the TV, the toddler turning his attention to the TV that displayed a smiling Harry Styles in front of a studio audience clapping and cheering. Henry looked up at the TV, his tears had stopped and his glazed emerald green eyes staring up at the TV in amazement. The moment Harry looked into the camera and smiled, blowing a quick kiss towards it, Henry's face immediately lit up. He smiled widely as he giggled, his arms moving up and down out of excitement. "Dada!" the toddler exclaimed. You couldn't help but giggle a bit yourself. Henry was so adorable and you loved him more than anything. "Yeah! It's Daddy! Can you wave and say hi to Daddy?" You smiled as you waved to the image of your husband on the screen, your son soon copying your movements. He then turned back to face you, a wide smile spreading across his face. He looked so much like Harry, it was nearly too much for you sometimes.

Henry squealed and bounced up and down on the bed with excitement any time Harry would do something cute, or told a joke to get the audience to laugh. You absolutely adored how Henry idolized Harry, and vice versa. Even before Henry was born, Harry was absolutely ecstatic when he found out you were pregnant. He immediately picked you up in a hug and spun you around until you started to get dizzy before he called his sister, mum, and gran in a merged call as he went upstairs and shouted "M' GOING TO BE A DAD!" You couldn't help but laugh at how cute Harry was. It was one of the things you loved about him, how it seemed like you were married to a literal child, but it was amazing.

Your attention went back to the TV as Harry said "We have a great show for you tonight but first I wanted to give a quick message to my wife and son who are watching at home tonight. Y/n, baby I love you and I'm so proud of you. Thank you for making me a dad, I am eternally grateful." The audience clapped and cheered for a moment before Harry continued. "To my son, Henry, I love you so much bubs. You are the center of my universe and I would do anything to keep you smiling and happy always. Love you lots bud, I'll see you both very soon." Your eyes welled up with tears of happiness as you placed a kiss on your sons head and blew a kiss to the TV. You glanced back and fourth between the TV and Henry, just absolutely beaming at the two loves of your life. You were incredibly proud of Harry for all he has accomplished and how hard he's worked, and of Henry for only being 10 months old and being so interested in everything Harry does. You could tell that Henry would turn into an amazing kid with all of the best qualities of his dad.

Let me know if you guys want more Harry Styles Blurbs! This was really cute to write and I want to do more cute blurbs like this! Maybe I can do some with Austin? Lmk what you guys think!

[tired-teacher-blog]

Mha characters (both male and female - and aged up, living together) reacting to their s/o going into the gremlin pose at random times (when their alone together) and chasing after them saying "👹GIMME THAT BOOTIE👹"

^gremlin pose bakugou for reverence lol

Thank you love ❤

Hi baby! This is such a cute request I love it.

Title : Gimme that bootie!

Characters : Shouto/ Ochaco/ Mina/ Amajiki/ Mirio/ Nejire/ Bakugo/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ Comedy/ Suggestive

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist

Shouto :

He was flipping through the TV channels when you showed up in front of him yelling.

He jumped in surprise almost throwing the remote in the process.

_ "What? Y/n stop doing that!"

_ "Not until you gimme that bootie!"

You assumed position and moved slowly until you reached him.

He had a bored expression on his face, it wasn't the first time after all.

You jumped on his lap and sneaked your arms around his back and down to his ass, squeezing his clothed cheeks.

_ "Here we go again.." He mumbled rolling his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips.

He always pretends to hate it, but you know he secretly enjoys your playfulness.

Mina :

_ "Gimme that bootie babe!" You squealed preparing to launch an attack on your beloved girlfriend.

She turned around, beaming at the sight she was met with.

_ "You first!" She jumped as her beautiful laughter resonated throughout the appartement. She sprinted towards you at full speed, taking you in her arms and tackling you to the ground.

She was prepared this time around, palms seeking your bum and lips searching your own.

_ "Okay! Okay I give up!" You giggled, struggling to speak between laughter.

_ "Not until I get my kiss." She stated calmly before closing the gap between your lips in a sweet peck.

Bakugo :

_ "What?" He asked in a monotone voice holding his bowl of soup as he finished the last few spoonfuls before placing it in the sink.

He didn't really need to ask, he knew what you wanted as soon as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

_ "Gimme that bootie Mr Dynamight!" You smirked reaching out for his ass but was immediately stopped as his strong arms pinned yours over your head.

_ "You need to call me by my full hero name if you need anything babe." His free hand grazed your thigh and cupped your butt cheek.

_ "Your hero name is too long and too hard to remember Dynamight." You purposely stressed the last part, moving closer to his face in a teasing manner.

_ "Then maybe I should do something to engrave it in your brain." He gave you no time to react as he threw you over his shoulder and marched to your bedroom.

Nejire :

She looked enticing in those shorts that barely did anything to cover her luscious butt.

Your eyes never left her body and it felt as if she was doing it on purpose.

You couldn't help it, you had to do it, you had to have her.

You sneaked up on her as she was laying down on her stomach reading a book, and struck a pose:

_ "Enough teasing! Now gimme that bootie!"

She could barely turn her head around before your weight pinned her down in place.

_ "No! No stop I can't!" Her sweet giggles filled your ears and you couldn't help but join her laughter.

Eventually, you'll make her pay for seducing you, the night is still young after all.

Mirio :

It never works with him, he's always prepared for your surprise attacks and you always end up begging for mercy.

But do you ever learn...

You heard the bathroom door open and peeked from behind the wall, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack.

_ "Babe I'm done, the shower is yours! I'll put on some clothes and start with dinner!" He spoke loudly since you were nowhere to be seen.

He was vulnerable and oblivious, perfect!

_ "Gimme that bootie! That's what I'm having for dinner!" You leapt, aiming for his ass but lost balance when he dodged your grabby clutch and lifted you up with one arm as the other delivered a swift smack to your buttocks.

_ "You don't give up do you? Maybe it's time for your daily reminder that you should. We'll eat later." His sweet smile and suggestive words didn't match at all.

Ochaco :

She was in the bedroom changing out of her hero costume after a long day of work.

She wanted to have a quick shower before dinner and it was the perfect opportunity to sneak up on her.

You timed your attack perfectly and jumped on her right when she bent over to pick up her clothes.

_ "Gimme that bootie sexy !"

A mixture of screams and laughter erupted from her throat and she could barely do anything against your eager hands.

_ "Everyday! This isn't fair come on!" She struggled a bit more against you before pulling you closer to bed.

_ " Alright y/n, I'll let you have it. Shower can wait."

Amajiki :

It was his turn washing the dishes so there he was doing his best as you decided to go ahead and take a well deserved bath after a tiring day of hero work. The sweet soul insisted you should go first even though he was as exhausted as you were.

Your heart swelled with joy as you watched him from behind. He was too focused on his chores to notice the way your eyes roamed his body.

Your vision stopped right on his cute little bum, and you were suddenly overcame with the urge to squeeze and knead it, so you went for it.

_ "Sweetheart! Gimme that bootie!"

He flinched in shock, almost dropping the plate he was holding.

_ "What.. y/n stop it.. please." His soft voice and blushed cheeks were a sight to behold, Amajiki Tamaki is by far the cutest creature that ever existed, and his adorable little butt will always be your palms' favorite resting place.

You sprinted towards your prize and he didn't even bother protest, he knew you wouldn't stop until you had your way with him.

You cupped his ass cheeks squeezing them hard and kissing the nape of his neck as you marveled at the way he struggled to keep his cool while finishing up the last few dishes.

You won again.

@thatone-gayweeb

[skellyflowers]

Girls night in 

Masterlist

I have had a long day, I have had a long week. I just want to sleep for a month. I've been caught up importing new books cataloging them and just doing general paperwork and it's super time consuming and annoying. On top of all that I also became the one in charge of handling the  paperwork for a brand new oil painting. When my day is finally done I want to head straight back to my room, take all my clothes off and go to bed. But I skipped lunch today so first things first dinner.

I trudge into the dining hall. Plenty of people are still being served and tonight's diner smells delicious. I briefly wondered who was cooking before I saw someone waving their arms like crazy over their head. After focusing on the person I realized it wasn’t a person, but rather a ghoul. When I get closer I see that it was Sunshine waving like her life depended on it. The ghoulette points to the empty space between Cumulus and Aurora and I throw myself into it. I bury my face in my arms and let out a loud but muffled groan.

“You look awful.” says Cirrus bluntly after a brief moment of silence.

“Wow thanks.” I respond sarcastically.

“Rough day?” Aurora gently asked, hand on my shoulder.

“If I see any more paperwork I’m going to jump off the roof.”

“Don’t” says Cumulus.

“Atlest eat first.” says Sunshine, she has a bowl in her claws. “Shouldn't make decisions like that on an empty stomach.”

I give Sunny a grateful look and start eating the stew she brought me. It is warm and comforting, the diner roll that was with it was like eating a cloud. I almost forget my long and arduous day.  The tension I brought to the table melts away and the ghoulettes start chatting around me.

When I finish my food I lean back in my chair and look at the ceiling. I finally started to feel relaxed after that meal. Maybe Sunshine was onto something about eating before deciding to jump off the roof. That might be a little dramatic.

“You're coming back to the den with us tonight.” Cirrus said with authority.

“What?” I ask dumbly.

“You have had a long day and need to unwind. We can help.” Her voice is steady and matter of fact. 

“GIRL’S NIGHT!” cried Cumulus. Drawing the attention of the ghouls next us.

Swiss opens his mouth to say something but he doesn’t get a chance before Aurora shuts him down.

“GIRLS ONLY! KEEP OUT!”

After we all get up and leave laughing. Sunshine suggests movies to watch. Cumulus talks about a bottle of wine she stole from the cellar. Aurora grabs my hands and declares she is going to paint my nails. Cirrus suggests I take a relaxing bath first and the girls all agree.

“That way you can start to unwind and we can set up.” She states. I just nod my head, willing to go with whatever they had planned for me. When we get in the den the ghoulette split up and Cirrus puts an arm around my shoulder. She and Sunshine lead me to Cirrus’ room. Unny pulls me to the bed and turns on the TV and Cirrus heads to the bathroom.

Sunny sits behind me and gives me the remote to the TV. “You pick something.” she says as I channel surf. Sunny starts messaging my shoulders as I put on some reality dating show, one that I don't have to think too hard about. After a few minutes Cirrus calls me into the bathroom.

The lights are off in the bathroom but there are lit candles all around the room. Cirrus has drawn a bath that is filled with bubbles. The smell of lavender also fills the room.

“I put in a bath bomb, bubbles, epsom salt and some bath oil.” She explains “I hope it’s not too hot.”

 Cirrus helps me get undressed and folds my uniform. After she helps me get in the tub. I moaned in pleasure from how nice the water was. “Good to know you like it.” Cirrus laughed. When I get settled Cumulus comes in with clothes in her hands. 

“Put these on when you're done.” She says as she takes my uniform from Cirrus.

“Thank you for this.” I say as Cirrus stands to leave me alone.

“Of course it's no problem.” she says. Cirrus gives me a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the bathroom to give me some privacy.

I’m not sure how long I was in the bath but it must have been a while. All the ghoulettes enter the bathroom and check on me.

“Sweet Satan! I thought you drowned in here!” Aurora yelled.

“Sorry.” I whispered, feeling embarrassed.

“Glad you are ok.” Cirrus said, helping me out. Cumulus and Sunshine both dry me off with the softest towels I have ever felt. Aurora gets the pjs Cumulus bought for me and redresses me. I get dragged back to the bedroom and Aurora takes a good hard look at my hands.

“You need to stop biting your nails babe.” she says, taking out her nail kit.

As Aurora starts working on my hands Sunshine gently brushes my hair so she can braid it. Cumulus and Cirrus bring wine glasses and face masks for each of us. 

“So, what made you so stressed out?” Cumulus asked.

“Fuck, where do I start?” I respond after a big drink of my wine. “Paperwork to get books is so stupid! NO ONE IS GOING TO EVEN READ THAT CRAP!”

“That’s right, let it out!” Cheers Sunshine.

The ghoulettes laughed at my outburst but listened intently. They let me moan and complain about the annoying little things about my job.

“I swear that Sister Molly hates me sometimes.” I complain.

“Only idiots hate you.” Aurora says with authority.

“She’s right.” Cirrus agrees, “Sorry you have had a shity week.”

“I feel way better now, thanks to all of you.” I say.

“I can ask Papa to give you a few days off.” Cumulus says.

“Really?!”

“Of course babe.”

Sunshine hugs me from behind and Cumulus joins the hug.

“I’M NOT DONE PAINTING HER NAILS WAIT!” Aurora yells. “DON’T RUIN MY ART!”

I can’t help but to laugh at the whole situation as Aurora grips my wrist. She restarts painting my nails while grumbling about the interruption.  Sunshine and Cumulus moved to the foot of the bed. Sunny is now braiding Cumulus’ curly hair. Cirrus moved next to me to lay against the headboard and turned on an overdramatic and over acted RomCom.

About ten minutes later Aurora is done with my nails. They are now painted pastel purple with little blue stars. As I admire her work I can see her tail wag and her chest puff with pride.

“Thank you Rory! These look great!”

“Your welcome Honey.” She says with a huge smile. “Who's next?”

“ME!” Said Sunshine excited to get her nails painted.

I decide to get under the blankets and cuddle Cirrus as she puts her arm around me. As I lay on her chest I try to pay attention to the horrible movie. However the combination of my fully relaxed muscles, Cirrus’ heartbeat and body heat, the wine and my long day my eyes don’t stay open long.

“We should do this more.” I mumble just before I fall asleep.

[runnning-outof-time]

All I Want for Christmas is You | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader (modern)

Summary: In which (Y/N) tells Tommy that she doesn’t need anything materialistic for the holidays this year, and instead she only needs him.

Warnings: mentions of drinking

Word Count: 1091

A/N: this might be my favorite out of all of these stories. I had so much fun writing it. And I realize that it might be a bit niche with the channels I’m talking about, but hopefully I’ve explained it good enough. Only 7 more days!! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

The fire was lit, sending its crackling sound throughout the home as Tommy and (Y/N) finished their cleaning up after dinner. Once all of the dishes had been put away, (Y/N) grabbed two glasses and moved over to where Tommy had been working on uncorking a fresh bottle of wine. He grinned at her as she set them in front of him, and he poured two, generous amounts before they each grabbed one and made their way into the living room.

"Is it my turn with the remote?" (Y/N) asked as they both fell down onto the sectional.

"I believe so," Tommy responded as he made himself comfortable, resting his glass of wine on his abdomen as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"Perfect. I think my show's on tonight," she said with a grin as she sat down next to him, tucking herself into his side as she began clicking through the channels.

"Great," he responded with a tight-lipped smile that made (Y/N) giggle.

He wasn't the biggest fan of the gaudy reality shows that his girlfriend loved to watch. But it was her night to choose, and he knew that he couldn't give much opinion on the matter after making her watch football match after football match just a few days prior to this. In his defense though, the World Cup only came around every four years.

Silence fell between them as (Y/N) flipped through the channel guide, hoping to find something that would catch her eye. A sigh escaped her lips when she reached the channels that nobody really even looks at...you know, the ones that just play music 24/7.

"Nothing?" Tommy questioned upon seeing her default to the nightly news, which he <knew> wasn't a conscious choice of hers.

"Nothing," she affirmed with a frown, resting the remote on the side of the couch as she took a sip from her glass. She then dropped her head onto Tommy's shoulder and closed her eyes, deciding to take in the peaceful sound of the fireplace as it drowned out the voice of the news anchor talking away on the TV. "I've got an idea," she said after a few minutes had passed, sitting back up so that she could grab the remote again.

"What's that?" he questioned, watching her with a look of intrigue spread across his face.

"How about we put one of those music channels on, you know, the one that plays Christmas music, and we dance?" she shared her idea as she quickly flipped through the channel guide again.

"I thought we'd be relaxing," Tommy stated as he looked at the TV. She was approaching the music channels now, telling him that she was serious about this idea.

"Dancing is relaxing," she insisted as she settled on the channel that she wanted. She then put the remote down on the couch's arm and found a spot on the coffee table for her glass. "Come on, Tommy," she coaxed him as she stood up, "I know you love Bublé," she finished her statement with a grin.

"Can't say I've ever listened to 'im," he commented on the artist she mentioned.

"Come on anyway," she persisted, holding out her hand for him to take. Tommy glanced at it before his eyes found her pleading ones once more. "The song's halfway finished," she pointed out, a pout on her face.

He made her hold her expression for a few moments longer before he set his glass on the coffee table and grabbed hold of her waiting hand. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile as he stood and moved with her to the open area of the floor. Michael Bublé's version of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas was the song that was playing, and it was perfect to dance to. (Y/N) wasted no time in draping her hands over his shoulders, and he responded by hooking his fingers together against the small of her back. They swayed slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being so close to one another.

"This is nice," (Y/N) hummed after they'd been dancing for a few moments.

"It is," Tommy agreed, resting the side of his head against hers. He knew very well that he could be sequestered in his office, working away at figuring out the latest business deals and potential moves that his company could make, but at the moment, this seemed like a better use of his time.

"You know, for Christmas this year, I don't want any expensive gifts...like fancy cars, or clothes, or accessories. All I want for Christmas this year is you, Tommy," she said then, pulling back from him slightly so that she could look at him once she was done speaking.

"Oh yeah?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he continued to sway to the music with her.

"Yeah," she nodded, an assured tone laced into her voice, "all of those material things are nice, don't get me wrong on that, but I truly don't need any of those things to be happy this year. All I need is to be with you," she doubled down on her statement.

"No presents to unwrap? No gifts that I have to go out and get?" he asked her some questions, in hopes to gain the clarity that he was pretty sure he already had. He guessed that he was just checking to make sure.

"Nope. None of that," she shook her head.

"You're making it easy on me this year," he remarked with a grin then, his words making (Y/N) laugh.

"It's the least that I can do with all of the things you've got going on at the moment. Don't need me throwing a super long list at you like I'm a kid again."

"You know I'd get you every single thing on that list."

"You would...I have no doubt of that," (Y/N) giggled softly, "so that's why all I want for Christmas is you this year," she ended her statement by repeating her initial phrase.

"I might just be able to make that happen," Tommy told her with a grin as he rested his forehead against hers.

"Perfect," she whispered against his lips before he brought her into a slow kiss.

Tommy hoped that she'd understand if he strayed slightly from her original wish of him not getting her anything...because in eight days, on Christmas Day, he was planning to propose to her.

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[disasterofastory]

The pretty little actress of Rogers - Part 10 (Steve Rogers x Reader)

The pretty little actress of Rogers Part 10 - Change of minds // The pretty little actress of Rogers Masterlist Steve Rogers x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: Your husband tries to mend things between you but maybe it’s too late.

A/N: A really short chapter, so in a min I will post the next part. Enjoy!

"I'm home." Your voice is loud and clear in your apartment. You can hear the TV in the living room. "I'm here," Kent shouts back. Dropping your bag at the entrance, you make your way to the couch. Kent sits there, changing the channels every few seconds before his eyes land on you. "How was your weekend?" He asks. "Good." Your answer is curt, but that was your agreement from the beginning. "Yours?" "Good." "Good."

-

The next morning you are ready to go to work when Kent stops you at the last moment. Your hand is already on the doorknob. "Do you have a moment?" He asks. "Can we talk?" "Now?" You ask, looking at the door, then back at your husband. "Sure. What is it?" "I thought about this agreement between us." Your stomach drops at the strange feeling. Fear. Worry. "Yeah? And?" You exhale. You don't know what you wait from him. "I... I want to stop." Silence. Your stomach turns. "What?" "I think we should go back from all of this. It does nothing good with our marriage. Maybe a therapist..." "Can we talk tonight?" You cut in. "I really have to go." Surprise washes over his face when you don't jump into his arms with utter happiness and relief. He needs a few seconds to nod at your request. "Sure. Have a nice day."

-

"He wants what now?" Nakia scoffs. You are still in shock. Kent's change of mind came out of nowhere, and now, you have no idea what you should feel about it. You wanted this, right? You waited and waited for him to come back to you. A chance to make your marriage better. "Yeah," you hum, staring into the air. Your mind is so full of thought it feels empty and numb. "And how do you feel about it?" Wanda asks. You shake your head. "I don't know." "Well," Nakia says. "You should think about it before you do something you will regret later."

-

Your doubts keep you in a daze the whole day. You can't focus on anything. "Y/N," one of your co-workers says with worry. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" "No," you hum, shaking your head. "I'm just tired."

Your mind swirls around the pros and cons constantly. You know Kent like the back of your hand. You can see what kind of future you could have with him. You are already married. In a few years, maybe you will have kids. A bigger house. With Steve? You would have to divorce. Could you marry another man? And what if it's not that serious? What if he doesn't want a future with you?

Is ending up alone still better than being with Kent?

Could you trust Kent after all of this? And he could trust you?

And what about a therapist? Is it not too late? Does all of this worth another try?

-

By the time you get home, you feel tired, and your head throbs in pain, but Kent already waits for you, and you can't escape. "Did you think about what I said?" He asks after dinner. You close your eyes as you lean on your elbows on the table. "Yes." You did nothing else all day. "And what do you think?" "I don't know." Your answer surprises him again. "What?" "You heard me." "What do you mean you don't know? You didn't even want any of this." "And did you care about it?" His accusing words make your blood boil in your veins as you look at him with a burning offense. "I told you we should go to therapy instead." "And we still can do that." "I don't know," you groan again. Kent scoffs. "What you don't know about it? I'm asking my wife not to fuck with other men!" "Kent..." "No," he says. "I need an answer." "Why now?" You ask. "What changed?" He shrugs. "I just... You look so different nowadays." You noticed it too. You are happy and confident. Steve brought out a side of you you didn't see for a long time. "And? What about your dates?" You ask. He shrugs again but says nothing about it. "I have to think about it, Kent," you tell him, standing up from the table to end the conversation. You can't do this right now. "Do you love him? That's why?" Kent asks, following your movements. You can hear the anger in his tone that he tries to hold back. Your husband knows it's his fault. He was the one who wanted to have sex with others. For some reason, he never thought you would too. You want to say no. It's on the tip of your tongue, but the word dies on your lips. You stay silent.

Is it true? Do you love Steve?

"I have to go," you say instead. You have to leave. Now. "Where are you going? Do you go to him?"

-

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" "Can I stay for the night?" Your shoulders feel heavy, but not because of the bag. It's something else that weighs you down. "Of course," Wanda replies, stepping away from the door to let you in.

[onlyonetifosi]

Why me? How you dare?

-> Word Count: 1950

->Author note: 2nd part? And I would appreciate some ideas to write . English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

Pierre Galsy, love of my life or that what i tougth only a month ago . It's been a little over a month since Pierre and I broke up, and I still can't understand why it happened. My twin brother Arthur was the one who found out first. He came into my room, sat down on my bed, and just looked at me. I could tell something was wrong. "What is it?" I asked him. "Pierre broke up with you," he said simply showing me a letter.

I couldn't believe it. I had thought things were going so well between us. We had been together for almost two years, and I had never been happier. But apparently, Pierre didn't feel the same way. He told in the letter that he didn't think we were compatible anymore and that he needed some time to be alone. I was heartbroken. I cried for days and refused to leave my room.

My older brother Charles tried to comfort me, but I just couldn't seem to snap out of it. Finally, after about a week, I decided to get out of bed and face the world again. But even though I'm slowly moving on, I can't help but wonder what went wrong. Why did Pierre break up with me? Was there something I did wrong?

I spend my nights crying for him, we were so happy for years but he decided out of nothing to cut laces with me and he was gone when i came home from work one night. Its heartbreaking only knowing about him from his bestfriend, the problem is that his bestfriend is my older brother Charles, Charles Leclerc, the one that said years ago that his friends where forbidden, but i didn't listen to him and now im facing the consequences.

Why I had to be so stubborn, I wish I had listened to him.

-Allez princesse, lève-toi, on dîne avec maman- Charles says entering in my room and opening the curtains for the sun to enter in my room, I cover myself with my duvets but he rip them of me as I growl at him .

-Allez! Je sais que tu ne veux pas parler, mais on doit dîner avec ma femme- he says to me as I roll my eyes and groan in displeased, today im having dinner at Charles house with all our family and his girlfriend, Charlotte,don't get me wrong Ilike her a lot but Im not in the mood to talk to anyone. I dont know why Charles dragged me here, but it seems like he wants to talk to me about something. I go in the bathroom and brush my teeth while glancing myself in the mirror and i notice that im really skinny now that im not eating that much ever since Pierre left. "Im sorry for what happened two years ago" Charles says as he enters in the bathroom "I should have listened to you when you said no guy was allowed around here" I say as we sit down on the floor of my room while we watch TV. "Pierre is a good guy" he says as he changes the channel "You two were perfect for each other, you just need to let go and move on" he says as he changes the channel again. "Im sorry" I say as I look down. "How about a big plate of ice cream?" Charles says as he gets up from the floor. "No thank you, its alright" I say while keeping my head down. "I'm going to get one anyway" Charles says before he leaves my room.

I turn off the TV before laying down on my bed with my box of tissues. I take out a tissue before wiping some tears away and start looking at old pictures of Pierre and me when we were together for two years that were in a photo album that my mom gave to me after he left me. The first picture was taken on our first date when we went on a picnic at Central Park in New York City when it was warm outside but then it started to rain so we had to grab our stuff quickly and ran towards the street where we took a cab home since it was getting cold out . The second picture was taken on Valentine's Day last year where we went to an expensive restaurant for dinner then later walked around town a bit before heading back home.

Photos that remembered our good old days where we were so happy together, even though there were some days where things didnt seem right between us which happens sometimes between couples, not all days are perfect or happy days but what matters is how you make them right or happy again after feeling upset, unhappy or angry towards each other which is what we used to do when there were problems between us until Pierre broke up with over something so stupid that could have been fixed if only hed listen to me instead of running away, making me hate myself because I thought nothing was wrong between us at first thinking everything was fine like usual but then things started changing slowly over time which made my heart ache more knowing that id never be able to see him again.

I wasnt aware that Pierre was feeling miserable about us because I never gave him a chance to tell me what was wrong thinking he would just be able to talk to me about it at any second if something was wrong when usually we had no secrets between us but then he told me everything in a letter after breaking up with me explaining why he broke up with me and how unhappy he felt thinking I didnt care about him anymore since I was never home, that we stopped communicating like we used to because things got difficult between us over time.

But Pierre made the biggest mistake of his life by breaking up with me because he thought Id get over him easily which is far from it instead of getting over him id lost interest in guys since hes the only one I ever loved and dating someone else would feel weird knowing they are not Pierre, its been months without hearing from each other and without telling anyone about my breakup. If youre wondering how Im feeling now or how's my life going then I'm fine for now Im working on not thinking about Pierre every 5 minutes but its pretty hard considering how much Id loved him, how close we were and all the great times we had together as friends before dating and as couple.

-Maman, je ne veux pas aller demain, il sera là, je vais pleurer ou le tuer quand je le verrai (mum, i don't want to go tomorrow, he is gonna be there, i will cry or kill him)- I plead my mum, who came to visit me.

-Caroline Éve-Marie Leclerc, lève-toi maintenant même (get up now)- she forces me and I don't have another option than oblie her.

When we arrived to the Gasly's home, the one I had been so many times before in my childhood, I see my 2 older brothers and my twin brother alongside their girlfirends.

-Carla, I missed you- I hug my twin's girlfriend who I couldn't see for months.

-Allons tous à l'intérieur ils nous attendent (let's go in, they are waiting for us) - my mum says and we follow her.

When we enter to the house, I see him with a beautiful girl. -Oups désolée je ne savais pas que vous seriez là (oops, i'm sorry i didn't know you were going to be here) -says his girl who looks so many times like any model he was before I was with him- Well, I didn't know you would be here too -he retorts. We were about to start with this argument when my mum comes and says: -Arrêtez de faire l'idiot, tous les deux, c'est Noël après tout! (stop doing the idiot the 2 of you, its Christmas)- We shut up and go sit down at the table where the dinner was ready.

After eating and chatting for a while we started playing some games. I was playing Monopoly with my brothers and their girlfirends while my ex was flirting with that girl. I tried not to care but inside I felt hurt because he had chosen her over me even though I had been the one who loved him so much. When it got late, we all went to sleep in our rooms. The next morning, I woke up early and went downstairs to get something to eat. When I got there, I saw my ex and that girl kissing under the mistletoe. I couldn't help but feel jealous and hurt all over again. I went back upstairs and cried myself to sleep.

I enter into my brother room, he was there still in bed while his girlfriend was showering.

-Artie, why does it hurts so much, I hate him- I start crying. -It hurts because you still have feelings for him, after everything he did to you. You need to move on and stop thinking about him- he said. I nodded my head and went back to my room. I get ready, and I go down to see his mum and mine chatting and I decide to join them.

-Oh Carol, how pretty are you- his mum, Pascale tells me while sehe gets up to hug me- Do you want to make some Christmas cookies like we did when you were petitte?(little) -I would love to!- I say with a smile. After we made the cookies, we sat down and talked for a while. His mum told me that she was sorry for what happened between us and that she hoped we could be friends again. I told her that I forgave her and that I missed her too. Then there he was entering the kitchen kissing his girlfriend like a horny teenager. It hurted so much, his mum realised and hugged me.

-What are you doing?- the girl asks- Some cookies- i explain her trying not to be rude. He barely looked at me and i could see in his eyes that he still loved me. I wanted to leave but his mum insisted on us spending Christmas together like we used to.

Once they leave the kitchen, his mum made my sit with her. We talked a little bit before going to sleep and she told me that i should give him another chance because he was really miserable without me. I didn’t want to do that so i refused but she kept insisting. Later that night, he came over to my room and kissed me. I immediately pushed him away and told him that we were not together anymore. He screamed at me and left the room in a hurry. Next day, he didn’t even look at me and ignored my texts. I was devastated and his mother was mad at him for doing that. it killed me inside, like if i just ruined Christmas for them all. They never mentioned it again after that but i could tell they felt bad about it.

My brothers were there to support me along the way, and his mum was there too. She was angry at his son to doing that to me and she speek to him barely during the holidays. it wasn’t the best Christmas after all due to this. With all of it said, I still miss him and care about him.

Don't be a ghost even we are in halloween :)) Reblog, like or something <3

[postwarlevi]

(Not) Happy Birthday

Content: 1.3k words of you being sick on your birthday and Levi taking care of you.

a/n- Totally not self indulgent or anything. Wrote this in between naps. Barely proofread. Hope you enjoy!

"Achoo!" You reach for a tissue and lean back with a groan.

"What's that I hear?" Levi pokes his head around from where he is in the bathroom connecting to your master bedroom.

All you can do is blow your nose.

"You're…sick?" He comes closer to where you lie in bed, but not too close.

You go to speak but your phlegmy throat makes you cough instead and has you sitting up.

"Oh no." Levi frowns.

Today? Of all days?

You look up at him sadly. Last night you complained you were a little chilly so Levi made you put socks on and held you and you didn't think much of it.

"I'm sorry." You croak out, reaching for another tissue when a sneeze catching you again.

"What are you sorry for?" Levi asks, not really looking for an answer.

He'd been up first, getting ready to take you out for a nice day on your birthday, but that would all have to be put on hold.

You let out a tiny whine and fall back onto the bed.

Well, at least you took the day off in advance, so you wouldn't have to bother calling in sick to work. Tomorrow however…is tomorrow.

"What can I get you?" Levi steps closer and leans down so you don't have to speak loudly.

You shake your head and fling your hands all over, telling him to get away, earning a chuckle.

"Angel, if you're sick, I will be soon too, so we have to get you better so you can take care of me." He smirks, joking. "But you my immune system, I'll probably be fine."

He repeats his ask of what do you need.

"Some…ginger ale." You ask quietly.

That's how it starts, then you would like orange juice, and medicine for aches and pains that have started, and another blanket because it's cold, and would he please run to the store to get some of that yummy squash soup to go down your throat, and maybe some cough drops, and now your trash can is full of tissues!

You don't mean to cause trouble, you don't want to feel this awful.

Levi never has a complaint though, this was to be your day anyway. Truthfully, as far as he's concerned, it's always your day, but this is the one you would let him really indulge you. Well, now it would turn into a few days, because once he got you better you were getting the day he had planned for you originally.

It's not yet dinner time and you finally managed to get some sleep, and Levi cleans up around you and in the kitchen to gear up for the next round.

The way you always take care of him and his needs, he's glad to be able to be there for you. Not that he wants you to be sick, of course.

"Levi!" You call out to him with a cough after waking and he smiles ever so slightly to himself.

"Coming, love!" He has your soup on a tray and more ginger ale and medication since the last batch should be wearing off soon.

He pauses at the bedroom door and takes in your poor appearance, currently straining just to sit upright. Your hair is disheveled and knotted and your clothes are wrinkled from tossing and turning and not being able to get comfortable.

"My poor baby." He coddles as he brings your tray. Getting closer, it's visible your cute nose is getting red from blowing and your eyes are watery and your lips chapped because you can't breathe properly with your mouth closed.

"Thank you." You say in a pitiful way that almost breaks his heart. He can't keep you from getting sick but he will nurse you through it. This wasn't the day he planned, but at least he's spending it with you.

He turns the tv on to an old movie channel for you and goes to wash up and get some dinner of his own. He's kind of forgotten to eat up until now.

When he goes back in to get your tray he almost laughs, surprised you haven't knocked everything over as you are clearing falling asleep again.

He takes up the things and cleans once more and heads back into the contamination room.

"Love, you okay?" He goes to feel your forehead and you moan at the contact and try to pull away, still worried he will get sick, as if he hasn't been in and out all day.

"I think your fever is down. You feel sticky." You barely nod but he catches it and pulls the blankets away to find you are really sweating.

"Oh, you should've said something." He feels terrible and goes to put his arms around you to help you up.

"Levi, no." Your words can't fight off much of anything.

"Stop it." He insists.

Somehow he gets you into new sleepwear and sits you on the closed toilet seat and goes to pull the bedding off and replace it with fresh, throwing the old into the hamper and worrying about it another day.

"Come on. Up." He makes grabby hands and you get into his grip and are led right back to bed.

"Are you going to sleep on the couch?" You mumble as he gets you settled again. The little bit your eyes have opened you see it's getting later.

"No?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"You want me to sleep on the couch?" You ask meekly. You would.

Levi chuckles now. "What? No. I'm staying right here with you."

"But-" He shushes your protests about not wanting to get him sick.

Levi goes to change back into sleepwear and falls onto his side of the bed, feeling a bit rundown himself after caring for another person all day.

"Come here." He says and doesn't waste any time pulling you closer.

And you let him. He feels so nice you can't argue, all you can do is snuggle in even more. Your nose finally stopped running and your cough is less now, but Levi is the best medicine of all.

"Happy birthday, my love. We'll celebrate properly soon." He promises and kisses your forehead which is thankfully not as wet as before.

Levi gets you through the night and the next two days, of which in your weary state you still had to explain to your boss why you needed off. Levi almost took the phone away and ripped him a new one for putting you through unneeded stress.

Now you are feeling much better and it's your official day off so you don't worry anymore, and wake up ready to go out and see what Levi had in store for you a few days prior.

You hop out of bed first and hit the bathroom, humming to yourself, and then you hear it. A sneeze.

You roll your eyes slightly to no one in particular. Well, you should've seen this coming.

"What's that I hear?" You ask, peaking around the corner to catch Levi going for the tissues on your nightstand.

"I'm sorry." He says in a nasal voice as he blows his nose. Yes, his wonderful immune system just told him a thing or two.

"What are you sorry for?" You sigh and shrug. It would have to wait a few days more. "My poor baby." You move towards the bed and he holds a hand up to get you to stay away.

"Levi, that won't work." You'll take care of him, whether he likes it or not.

But he does like it. Because as whiny as you can get, he's about to be so much worse.

That's okay though, because doing things for him is your favorite thing. Not that you want him to be sick, of course.