#when he told her to breathe I realized I was holding my own damn breath smh

[cinamun]

She ain’t the same | Next

Whew! Yes, to be continued.  Can we unpack this please? 

Basically, I need to check on the Drakes because a certain 17 year old is about to age up and I don’t want to miss that.  Anyway chile.... let’s all breathe for a moment.....

So, what did we learn this week? Well, we learned that Bishop’s call in to the podcast was a set up, because he’s back on his bullshit. We also learned that, according to two old bandmates, Mercy is mentally missing which became very clear after she proposed selling her late husband’s wrekka sto. 

And here we are.

Bishop could have easily tossed her ass out of the nearest window for trying to boss up and puff her chest out at him.  It wouldn’t be far-fetched given his background. So, what exactly is going on here? Is this yet another set up? What was he plotting and calculating during this hella uncomfortable stare-down?

Anyway, we can figure that all out later... at least the good sis can breathe now, if only temporarily. 

Stay tuned friends!

[silken-moonlight]

Part 4 of your werwolf best friend (Final Part)

A/N: This will be the last part of this short story! I am so glad for everyone who has loved it so far. I hope you enjoy the ending as well! (I am not used to writing happy endings, so I hope this is good.)

Also, a quick question for my next WIP... Do you guys enjoy the "You" in a story more, or would you prefer both characters to be named?

But now, back to the story!

Moon/Swan

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The two of you stayed connected because of the knot for a while. From time to time he moved his hips as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart was racing. Suddenly realizing that your best friend just had cum inside of you. While the panic began to settle inside of you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Holding you as close as he could anbd placing lazy but tender kisses on your shoulder.

Your mind was racing, what if you'd become pregnant? What if you caught feelings…? Well too late for that, you already felt something much different than friendship for him. Damn that wolf… The fear of him leaving you, he told you werewolves do this casually…does that mean he will ‘just’ continue to be your friend after fucking you out of your own mind?

Suddenly his hand began wandering again and you could feel his cock getting harder again. You moaned, unable to form a sentence as he lazliy contionued to fuck you from behind. You both laid on your side, spooning with cock and knot buried as deep into your hot cunt as it could go. Your breathing got harder when he pinched your nipples while nibbling on your neck.

“You're so silent…” He rasped into your ear. “Do I need to fuck my pretty girl out of her mind?” He asked while licking along your neck. “My mate…” You whimpered when he bit down on your neck, his hips picked up on the pace and he began to fuck his knot deeper into you. You were unable to answer, you felt like on the verge of bursting. There was such pressure on your cervix, but it felt weirdly good and you wanted to feel more. You wanted him to go deeper and to be rougher. When his teeth set your neck free he whispered softly: “I love you, I always did, and now you're all mine…” He was in a haze, your pussy drove him mad, your scent drove him mad….and he just came so deep inside you. He bred you, surely you know must have realized how perfect he is for you..

“You love me?” You asked and a tear escaped your eye. “Always, my knot does not swell for everybody…” He whispered and fucked you faster. “I…i thought you'd leave me after your rut is over…” His laugh was raspy: “I never let you go. I bred you, my mate. I want you, more than physical. I love you "I always did.” It was such a strange situation, you cried of happyness and out of pleasure while he fucked you to your next high. “I love you too..” You answered softly. He cursed and flipped you both over so that you sat on him in reverse cowboy. “Ride me then baby, make us cum.” You whined, leaning forward and arching your back, holding onto his thighs before carefully beginning to ride his cock. You never were on top before, but by all that was holy did it feel good…

“I'm going to breed you baby, you're all mine…” He moaned as he held onto your hips, helping you fuck him better. It took only a few more moments of your hips and both of you trembled under the immense pleasure. Once again the two of you collapsed and this time you were done for. Properly fucked out of your mind and so tired. Your bestfriend, no, lover, held you close and calmed. Both of you fell asleep right then and there….

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The following six months were very wholesome but incredibly stressful. You lost your job after you both forgot to call in your work. Since the two of you stayed his whole rut together fucking, which was over a week, and you didn't showed up your boss was livid. So you had to get a new job. You moved in with your best friend, quickly falling more in love with him than you thought you could. He was even sweeter now that you were his, endless evenings cuddling, hiking together…,the two of you were inseparable. You talked about the possibility of you getting pregnant…both of you wanted children…so you continued like that, taking the chances. And while he was a werewolf and maybe could smell his period, you told him you were late and that it was normal, it had not been. He had impregnated you.

So one evening you had just put the pregnancy test on his desk, unceremoniously. Just giving it to him while shifting around nervously. He stared at you, then at the test, back at you. Then he began to cry out of happyness, you cried as well. It had been a wonderful moment for the both of you.

And since then your boyfriend has treated you like royalty. Especially since you started showing. You loved being pregnant, despite all the issues coming with it. Often holding your belly.

When his next rut came around he firstly refused to sleep with you, afraid to hurt you. But when the need got too great, he built a nest. A proper nest out of pillows and blankets on your bed and basically worshiped you. He made love to you, placing his hand on your belly, being proud about having bred you. He was obsessed with it, the thought that he did that. That he made you look all this cute. He loved that he had made you glow like that.

Not even speaking about his family and pack who were more than happy. For the last part of your pregnancy you lived with him on pack territory, his pack was loveley.

Honestly you would have never thought this would happen, but you could never have been happier than with your loving -now- husband.

[of-many-fandomss]

A child asking Daryl a lot of questions about his relationship with the reader and basically he gets all flustered?

Ugh I love Daryl with all my heart

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At the feeling of a tug on his pants, Daryl turned his head downwards, blinking at the culprit.

It was a new child that had just been brought into the prison by you, who found her while out on a run with the rest of her family not too long ago. What her name was, the man had no idea, but she looked familiar enough for him to simply raise an eyebrow in question.

She blinked up at him with eyes wide enough to make him uneasy and asked where you were in that little high pitched voice of hers.

“She’s out, on a run, kid,” The man grunted.

“Do you love her?” The question was so innocently- yet bluntly- asked.

Daryl sputtered, eyes widening as he stared down at the young girl, “I-wha’?”

“Do you love her?” The young girl asked impatiently, tugging on his pants again as if it would make the man answer faster.

“Why do ya wanna know?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Is she your girlfriend?” The girl continued, voice growing more and more irritable in Daryl’s ears by the second.

“Why didn’ ya start with that question?” He asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes, already feeling a headache coming on from her presence alone, “‘Course she’s my damn girlfriend.”

“Do you-“ She cut herself off with her own giggles, body shaking as she laughed, “Do you kiss?”

Daryl’s eyes were practically bulging out of his head that was quickly whipping from side to side, “Where the hell are yer parents?”

She gasped dramatically before jumping up and down excitedly, “How about hands? Do you hold hands?”

“Aren’ ya a bit young to be askin’ these kinds of questions?” He began tapping his foot impatiently when he saw that nobody else was in sight to come save him from his torment.

“Why do you love her?”

God, this kid never shut up. It was just question after question with her.

“‘Cause she’s perfect.” Daryl snapped without so much as a split seconds worth of hesitation, tone insinuating that her question was one formed of complete idiocy.

“Are you gonna marry her?”

“Kid, I swear to god-“ The redneck growled, only to be cut off by your voice, the lady of the hour.

“Daryl!” You called happily, jogging over and throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him briefly before pulling away.

He leaned forward to give you a kiss, but you maneuvered at the last second so that his lips softly brushed against your cheek when you realized that you had a young one present.

You smiled at the young girl and dropped down into a crouch at her level, ignoring the way Daryl began mumbling incoherently under his breath and crossing his arms over his chest as he sulked over the fact that you didn’t kiss him.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” You greeted kindly, “How’s it going?”

“Do you two cuddle?” She blurted out, staring up at you expectantly.

You bit back a laugh at her words, but still let a larger smile slip onto your face, “And why do you wanna know?” You asked teasingly, poking her stomach lightly.

“Cause I wanna know if you love each other,” She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Daryl swiped at his nose , shifting back and forth on his feet, “‘Course we love each other!” He snapped lowly, causing you to rise to your feet and smack his chest with the back of your hand in a silent warning to be nice.

“We do love each other,” You told her a lot more kindly than your boyfriend had.

For the first time since approaching Daryl, she was silent for a whole minute before nodding her head once and turning on her heel, skipping away from the two of you.

You chuckled after her, “She was adorable.” You commented.

He scoffed, “Oh, is that what we’re calling it?”

Ignoring his comment, you turned so your chests were touching and you began playing with his collar, “So, you love me, huh?” You teased.

He groaned deeply, draping his arms over your waist and pulling you impossibly closer, “Ya know I do.” He whispered, breath fanning over your face.

You smiled, “Yeah, I do.”

It was hard to tell which one of you closed the distance between the two of you first.

[peachesofteal]

please.. i beg for one ounce of happiness. zombie au was just cruel

Alternative to this, and inspired by this, what if you had been in Simon's place? 18+ MDNI / angst, killing, zombies - dead disco au / this is a little fucked up but it's also cute-ish? Maybe?

They had only let you out of their sight for a few moments.

Your skill with the hunting knife had grown, considerably, impressing both of them, allowing them to relax bit by bit, taking comfort in knowing that if something were to happen, you'd have a fighting chance.

You hated how they hovered all the time, anyway.

"I can do things on my own, you know. Look for berries, mushrooms. I can contribute."

Johnny was more keen to let you wander during the day, to let you exercise some freedom. He didn't want you to feel like they were keeping you on a leash, even though Simon couldn't stand to let you get more than a few feet away, always trying to keep you crowded between him and Johnny, snuggled between a protective barrier, holding you close. Even during travel, he walked in front, Johnny walked behind, and you stayed in the middle, backpack hiked up on your hips, knife cinched in your belt.

At night, they tucked you between their bodies, just like at home, making sure your sleeping bag was zipped tight to ward off a chill... or a wandering set of teeth.

They needed to keep you safe. Protect you. They clung to it, your softness, your gentle spirit. This world was not made for you, but they would be damned if they let it take you away from them.

But they couldn't suffocate you. They both knew that. Johnny knew, you needed room to let your emotions breathe.

So, he didn't protest too much when you wanted to go forage for mushrooms. He made sure you had your knife, pressed his lips to your forehead and told you be careful, to stay close. Keep an eye out.

He wishes he had said no instead.

Johnny's blood turned to ice when he heard you scream. It rang out through the forest like a siren, both he and Simon taking off into a sprint towards you, crashing through the brush without caring how loud it was. You were crying, shouting, getting louder and louder until they came across where you were pinned beneath a runner, blade jammed into it's face, your body shaking beneath its weight.

"Shhh." He hushed your hysterical cries as Simon rolled the zombie away from you, both of them frantically checking you over for their worst fear.

A bite.

"Breathe, darling. Just breathe." Simon coached you, pulling up your shirt where it was torn to check your belly, big hand smoothing over your skin slowly, feeling for something, anything that would indicate you'd been infected. "We're here. Right here."

"M-my neck." You sobbed, and Johnny's stomach flipped, terror ricocheting through his bones, fingers tracing over the torn skin beneath your jaw.

"No." He croaked. "No- no, oh god no... please." You cried harder, reality sinking in, realization sharp across the three of them.

"It's alright, shhh." Simon soothed you, one of his hands clamping down on Johnny's shoulder. He was shaking, looking at Johnny with a command in his eyes.

Get it together. Stay calm. For her.

"It's not that deep, darling. Not that deep. Ye'll be alright." It was a lie, a bold faced one, but Simon nodded in encouragement, looking back down to you with a tense smile.

"Let's get you back to camp and cleaned up."

They held you that night through your cries, assuring you that everything was going to be alright, that you were going to be okay, that they would always take care of you. Love you. Forever. They clutched you to them tightly as your body temperature rose, and your crying subsided, eyes slipping shut with sleep even as they stayed awake, watching you with vigilance. Watching for any changes, waiting for it to begin.

By the morning, they had made a decision.

They would stay true to their vow to you, their promise. They would take care of you, would love you, protect you. They would keep you safe, keep you with them, for as long as they were alive.

This world wasn't sane anymore, why should they be?

The first few days were the hardest. You were still lucid, in some ways. Still knew who you were, still knew them. You would cry uncontrollably if they left your sight for a moment, the outbursts ensuring one of them was with you at all times, soothing you, keeping you calm. You couldn't speak to them, only able to slur a few words here and there, but they didn't need your words to understand you. They knew your moods, your base line, your needs. Time passed, and those things didn't change. Even as your mind slipped away, they still believed you recognized them. They felt as if you did know them.

And you did things that solidified that belief. You would scent them, sniffing them at night, pressing your nose into their skin, snorting against them like their smell pleased you. When they spoke to you, you would stare at them, like you were hanging on every word. If they separated, you would groan, staggering in their direction, confused, distressed about splitting up. You would whine like an animal if either of them got too far away during travel.

You let Johnny fix your hair, let them both wipe you clean with water from the river. You'd grunt and grumble if he tugged a little too tight, but you still responded to his soothing, letting him gentle you when you got too worked up.

"Shhh, darling. 's alright." He'd coo as he fixed the makeshift mask up over your jaw and mouth, securing it tight so that you couldn't bite either of them in their sleep.

At night, they zipped you into your sleeping bag, arms down by your sides so you couldn't crawl out, and then tucked you alongside of their bodies, snuggled between them just as they always did.

They still knew you. You still knew them.

And they knew you were hungry.

It was the one thing that Johnny did not want to do, was hunt for you. He opted to stay behind, let Simon procure your meals instead, waited for his return when he would fetch you and bring you to the woods, keeping your line long so that when you came across your food, you'd have enough of a lead you could easily eat without him getting too close.

Simon didn't mind hunting living people for you, bringing them back and tying them up so they would be an easy meal. He couldn't risk them harming you, after all.

They would cry and beg him to let them go, ask him why he was doing this- didn't they understand?

He had to take care of you.

They'd do anything for you. Besides, it was only for a little while, you'd be back to normal once they caught up to Price and started towards the secure site, where they were sure there would be a cure.

They'd fix you, they had no doubt. You would be okay, just as soon as they got there.

Price was gobsmacked. Kyle was staring at them like they lost their damn minds.

"Boys, you- you can't-"

"She cannae bite, captain." Johnny protested, motioning to where your mouth had been covered with a mask, something tough they had fashioned out of velcro and a piece of his tac vest. "She's harmless." His hand clenched around the rope that had been tied around your waist, looped around your wrists. Your head lolled on your neck for a moment, before snapping upwards, nose in the air.

You had become accustomed to their scents, but not Price or Kyle's, and your eyes gleamed with hunger.

"Bloody hell." Gaz whispered.

"She's not in there anymore, son. You've got a zombie on a leash!" He spat, incredulous.

He didn't understand. You were still in there, still their darling, still with them. You were just sick.

You groaned, and Kyle flinched, staring at you in horror, and disgust. Johnny moved instinctively to block you from sight, protecting you from their terrified eyes, body vibrating with tension.

Simon took his hand, giving a squeeze, and a long look.

If they wouldn't accept you, they'd just find a way on their own.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Okay but a vanless eddie walks across hawkins to cuddle his best girl while she recovers from a leg injury.

Basically, she can't come to him, but he'll be damned if he's kept from her.

Toootally not because my busted leg is taking too long to heal and i am frustrated.

Hey! Thanks so much for the request! So sorry to hear about your leg and I wish you a speedy recovery!

Word count: 1,725

Eddie x fem!reader

CW: none!

Eddie stood in front of his van, trying his hardest to make the damn thing work, but after hours and hours of trying to fix it, he decided to throw in the towel. He slammed the hood closed and turned to face his trailer, throwing his wrench to the side and running his hands over his face in frustration, causing the soot from under the hood to get all over it.

He just wanted to see you and now he was without a vehicle. He was sure that he could ask Steve for a ride but there was no way he was going to do that. First of all, he hated being in the passenger seat, and he also hated how Steve drove. He was too careful and Eddie liked to drive fast.

Eddie couldn’t help how anxious he was to see you. He had gotten the call that you had broken your leg and needed to be there with you. He needed to give you cuddles and all the kisses you wanted because you deserved them.

So, Eddie did the only thing he could think of. He walked. He took the teddy bear he had gotten for you and he walked all the way across town to get to you.

He was tired and he wasn’t wearing the right shoes and it was hot in the direct sunlight, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was seeing your bright smile when he showed up at your door.

Eddie wiped the sweat off of his forehead as he got to Family Video, trying not to look like a mess when he stepped inside. The hadn’t realized how hot it was until he stepped into the nice air conditioned building.

Steve was at the counter, sorting through some VHS tapes while Robin was on the phone with a customer. The place was pretty empty for a Friday and Eddie was grateful he wouldn’t have to wait in line after he got what he needed.

He headed towards the romantic comedy section, looking for your favorite one. He didn’t care what people thought, he liked watching the genre with you. The whole idea of watching people’s love stories always warmed his heart. Maybe it was because he was happy with you. So happy that he didn’t mind walking across town just to see you.

He grabbed the movie and a few of your favorite snacks along with a bottle of water for himself. He put everything on the counter, clutching the bear to his chest so he wouldn’t lose it and watched Steve ring him up. Steve eyed the bear and Eddie didn’t miss the look he gave. It wasn’t quite judgmental, but he was definitely suspicious.

“Who’s your friend,” Steve asked as he scanned the items, an amused smirk on his face.

“It’s for y/n,” Eddie told him, clutching the bear tighter to his chest.

“Right,” Steve nodded, putting the items into a paper bag. Steve had always been rooting for you and Eddie to get together and he’d have been lying if he said he didn’t play a little part in your getting together. “I saw her yesterday. She’s doing really good. She misses you, though.”

Eddie tried his best to fight off the smile on his face. He loved hearing those kinds of things, especially when they came from your own mouth. The words sounding so pretty when they fell from your lips.

“She does?” He bit his lip to hold back a a stupid smile.

“Of course she does,” Steve gave Eddie a pointed look. “You’re her boyfriend.”

“That’s right,” Eddie replied, holding his head high. Eddie wasn’t proud about most things but being your boyfriend was definitely one of them. He’d tell anyone who was listen, especially after a few drinks.

Steve told Eddie his total and he threw some crumpled up bills onto the counter that were put in the register. Steve eyed the metal head and couldn’t help but notice now sweaty and out of breath he was.

“Why are you all sweaty?” He tried his best to not sound judgmental since he genuinely cared.

“My car broke down.” Steve couldn’t believe Eddie had walked all the way to Family Video and had every intention of walking to your house. That had to be miles.

“Ah, so that explains the soot on your face.”

Eddie took the bottom of his shirt and rubbed it on his face to wipe away the soot. He couldn’t see you looking like that.

“You’re good,” Steve told him, holding his thumb up.

Eddie took his things and exited the store, just ready to finally get to you. He was hot and uncomfortable since the sweat was making his clothes stick to him, but that was the least of his worries.

You looked around your bedroom at all of the get well soon cards and other gifts that had been given to you when you had broken your leg and maybe too many had been from your boyfriend. He had been there for you every step of the way. He had even driven you home from the hospital and carried you up the stairs to your room.

You felt so lucky to have someone like him. Someone who was so sweet and cared for you in a way that no one ever had before. He’d bring you flowers and your favorite takeout after a long day and you’d eat it together, nothing but smiles as you talked about your days.

He’d drive you anywhere you asked him to despite the fact that you had your bike, which had been the whole reason why your leg was broken. You had fallen off it while trying to get Eddie’s and thankfully someone had seen you on the side of the road and had called an ambulance. You were grateful that it hadn’t been more serious.

Your bedroom door had burst open and there was Eddie, all sweaty, clutching a teddy bear to his chest with one hand and holding a brown paper bag in the other. He dropped both things to the floor and threw himself onto your bed, making sure not to hurt you.

He grabbed onto you, burying his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses to it. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer to you. One of your hands ran through his hair and the other went to his back, rubbing circles along it.

“I missed you,” he mumbled into your neck, giving it one more kiss before pulling back to look at you. You always somehow got prettier every time he saw you and he almost thought it was unfair. He didn’t care if you had just woken up or if you had been wearing a full face of makeup, he still thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins.

“I missed you too,” you replied, your hand still messing with his hair. “Missed your cuddles.”

“Well, what do you think I’m here for?” He laid next to you, pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Well, you took long enough,” you rolled your eyes, your words having no actually heat. “You called me at almost noon and it’s now,” you paused, looking at the digital clock on the desk next to you. “Almost four.”

“Sorry, honey,” he looked up at you. “My van broke down so I walked.” Your eyes widened at his words and he knew exactly what you were going to say. You were always worrying too much about him.

“You walked here?” You sat up a little more, Eddie not moving as you did so. “Eddie that’s at least five miles.” He thought it was cute that you were concerned. He was fine but he wasn’t opposed to letting you baby him. He loved when you took care of him.

“So?” He needed the exercise and wanted to see you. He was just killing two birds with one stone.

“First of all, you’re not wearing the correct clothing or the right shoes. And you should have at least put your hair up.”

“I love when you worry about me.” He pressed his lips to yours in a lingering kiss. He was hoping that it would make you forget about being mad at him. It always did when you were having your little arguments like this.

“At least take your jacket off,” you told him and you didn’t miss the smirk forming on his lips. “You have to be burning up.”

“Oh, trying to undress me, hm?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you pushed him off you. He took off his jacket like you asked but did it slowly to catch your eye.

You couldn’t help but be hypnotized by watching him, your eyes moving to his shirt. He had cut the sleeves off it so it showed off his arms. You admired them, the tattoos and the muscles that he had been a product of him getting a job at the mechanic.

As soon as his jacket was off, it was thrown to the side and he pressed his lips to yours, longer this time. Just as you were getting into it, he pulled away and pulled you right back into his arms, smothering your face in soft kisses. You let out a bunch of giggles and that was music to his ears. His favorite sound in the whole world.

“Eds,” you managed to get out through your giggles.

“Yes, honey?” That name always made you melt. The way it just rolled off his tongue Ike it was second nature. He favored that nickname over your actual one and you loved it. Eating up the term of endearment every time he said.

“Please.” More giggles escaped you and you could feel hiccups coming on so you had to put the fun to a halt.

“Sorry. Just love to hear your laugh, sweetheart. You’ve been so sad and I’m just trying to cheer you up.” He had seen how not yourself you had been since you had gotten your cast on and he just wanted to do whatever he could to make you feel better.

“Then do something that won’t give the hiccups.”

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” he smirked and dove in for another kiss.

[auroralwriting]

just like me ౨ৎ

ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: after you get bit, you knew you’d be alright. ellie, though, had no clue. after all, no one but tommy and maria knew..

the pain you felt was immense. even though you couldn’t get infected, that shit still hurt. the feeling of rotting teeth, half fanged and sharp, dig into your hip hurt like all hell. those damn clickers sure did have a nasty bite.

you tried your best to hold back a yell, truly, you didn’t want that attention on you. but you just couldn’t help it.

footsteps rushed upstairs, gunfire right next to your ear as the clicker on you fell limp to the floor.

“holy shit,” ellie commented, seeing the blood on your hip. “holy shit!”

the calmness on your face made her panic. why the fuck weren’t you freaking out? you were surely going to die!

“ellie, don’t freak out,” you say slowly. she walked up to you and pulled your pants’ waistline down to see the nasty bite.

“don’t freak out?!” she yells, “you just got fucking bit!”

“i’m okay, els,” you try to ease her.

she looks at you confused, but with tears in her eyes. “how the hell are you okay?!”

you take a deep breath, “i’m immune. this’ll be my second bite.”

“y-you- your, what?” ellie stands up, her face filled with too many emotions to name. “immune?”

“i can’t infect you, or hurt you,” you slowly explain. “all that’ll do is scar. i’m gonna be okay.”

ellie now grabs your face, your cheeks slightly smushed in her hands. “are you fucking joking?”

“no,” you reply, face still mashed.

“you’re immune. holy shit, you’re immune!” she looks happy, the realization setting in. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” she asks, a slight bit of anger taking over. “i’m your best friend and you didn’t tell me?”

you sigh, taking her hands into your own and letting them fall to your sides. “tommy found me when i was seven. i was a little thing with an old bite on the back of my neck. he instantly knew i was immune, but not safe. he knew people would want me. but i was just a kid, you know?” you explain. “so, he took me in. told me not to tell a soul. you’re the third person to know besides maria.”

“i guess i can’t blame you,” ellie sighed. “joel told me the same thing.”

“us and our father figures, hu-wait, what?” you joke fell flat as you heard her words in your mind. “ellie, what are you saying?”

ellie smiled a bit, laughing. “those fuckers have been putting us together for patrol knowing we’d be alright!” she cried out in laughter.

“are you-”

“yeah.”

woah. you were both immune. you and your best friend. “ellie, holy shit!” you started to laugh with her.

“fuck, you had me so worried,” she sighed after a while of laughing, pulling your forehead against her own.

“i was worried you were gonna fucking shoot me,” you laughed softly.

ellie pulled back, eyes staring into your own. “i’d never do anything bad to you.” she replied, but this felt a lot different from the tone she usually takes with you.

actually, you’d seen her look like this at kat way back when she got that tattoo.

“ellie..” you say softly, eyes flickering to her lips.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispered, lips hovering just over your own. you could feel them ever so softly.

slowly, you pressed your lips together. it felt magical. you didn’t even know you were waiting for this moment until it happened. maybe ellie felt the same.

after pulling away, ellie cleared her throat. “uh, well,”

you looked outside “should be getting back, yeah?” ellie nodded, only one hand leaving yours. the other still was firmly holding yours.

“what a damn story this would be if we could tell it,” ellie chuckled.

“damn right.”

[stargirlrchive]

folklore: epiphany ✩ jake sully

masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ folklore masterlist

summary: widowed!jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, angst, marriage of convenience, wounds and wound healing, mentions of war and violence, TW!! eluded to death due to child birth

word count: 2,323

sempul (n) - father ; sa’nok (n) - mother

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- pandora, omitikaya forest, 2169 -

The events from a few moments ago were still reeling in your mind as you tried concentrating at the task at hand, healing the cuts and bruises on Jake’s face. You still felt anger course through you as you felt he was too rough with the young boys.

Anguish had settled all over you as you saw Lo’ak and Neteyam being scolded by Jake. You had heard over the comms that the boys had gone into the chaos of the raid instead of staying high in the sky to be on the lookout. It had taken a lot of training and dedication from the boys' hard work to show Jake they were ready to assist with the Na’vi warriors, but they had taken advantage of it and Jake was fuming. Your heart felt like it was going to be ripped out of your chest as you sat with Mo’at and awaited the war party to return. It took everything in you to not fly on your own Ikran as you realized the danger they were in.

Kiri and Tuk instantly picked up on your distress and you did not want to overwhelm the young girls. So with the greatest restraint you stayed, and prayed to Eywa to bring your boys back to you safely.

An ugly sense of dread began pounding in your heart as you watched Lo’ak and Jake fly in, Neteyam being held up by Jake as they landed back in High Camp. Your eyes raked over all three of them, looking for any severe injuries as you made your way to them.

Your ears blocked out Jake’s scolding, instantly trying to comfort both of the boys as you grabbed onto them, moving them around looking for any wounds and bruises. Lo’ak appeared to be fine, besides his ego taking a blow as Jake continued to yell at them. You took a sharp breath at the large and angry gash that was splattered on Neteyam’s back. Jake called your name, your face peeking out towards him behind Neteyam, “Not now.”

Anger bubbled in your chest, Jake clocked it instantly and you pulled Neteyam to you, “He is bleeding.”

Jake blinked, anger simmering as he realized that Neteyam was barely holding himself up on his own. “Kiri-Tuk, take your brothers to Mo’at. They both need to be checked up on.”

Tuk grabbed onto Lo’ak’s wrist as he and Kiri slowly guided Neteyam a few tents over.

You said nothing else as you huffed quietly when you passed Jake, he sighed and followed you into your tent. “Sit.”

He did as told and you were kneeled in front of him after grabbing some supplies, hands gripping gently at his jaw as you moved his face around. A quiet tsk left your mouth as you noticed just how deep the cut on his eyebrow and lip were. “I think you busted your lip even more when you were yelling at the boys.”

He knew you were upset with him, you thought he was too harsh on them. “I am their father, it is my job to correct them.”

The hand you had against his eyebrow pressed down harder, letting him know you did not appreciate the tone he took with you. A small hiss left his lips at the sting, “I know that, Sully.”

His gaze moved up to look at you, addressing him by his last name was new. You only did it when you were really upset with him, “I am only saying maybe next time a mistake happens in a raid or in the battlefield you wait to scold and get fixed first. Neteyam was bleeding and still you yelled.”

You grumbled quietly in frustration, moving down to dab the white cloth against his lip. Jake felt his heart thump against his throat, your love for the kids was so strong. His voice cracked when he finally spoke up, “I thought we lost them.”

The creases of anger on your forehead eased up, hands stilling against his face as you looked into his eyes. There were tears pooling along his lashline and you felt your anger melt away. “I know it is hard to understand, but I would not wish for you to push them so hard you end up losing them.”

Jake's ears pinned back flat against his head as he listened to you. You continued cleaning his wounds as you spoke, “All Lo’ak tries to do is get your attention, and all Neteyam wants to do is make you proud.”

You picked up a bright orange salve, dipping a finger into it as you gently coated it along his eyebrow, “I need you to loosen the grip you have on them.”

“But-”

“They are just boys, Jake. Correct them, guide them-yes. But do not control them. There are mistakes that need to be made so they can grow.”

Your fingers traced along his jaw and lip as you spread the paste there as well, “If they fear you, they will never come to you when they truly need your help.”

His eyes fell down to your lips for a brief second, you stepped away to examine his whole body. Jake felt himself flush under your gaze, the tent feeling 20 degrees hotter. It had become clear to Jake over the last few years that his feelings for you had changed. He had grown a deep affection for you and you began to nestle into his heart, though he’d never say it outloud.

You were making your way to turn away from him but he caught your wrist quickly, stalling your leave, “I will try.”

You said nothing as your eyes were locked onto his hold, he squeezed lightly as he watched you, “Thank you.”

You nodded your head, looking up at him as you gently pulled your wrist from his hold. Jake instantly missed the way your skin felt against his, “Let us check on the boys.”

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It had only been a few days since the last raid yet once again you found yourself being filled with anguish. Only this time you were in the thick of the fight, hiding behind a tree with your bow and arrow drawn tight, looking for an easy shot as Lo’ak, Tuk, Kiri and Spider were being held by their thick braid. The RDA tugged on them roughly and you were fighting your mind from going blank. It brought back so many ugly memories from the day Zewlay was taken from your life. Your eyes burned as they watered, fear gripped your throat as Tuk let out a quiet whimper.

Zewlay and Sylwanin had rushed towards Grace’s school, seeking refuge as the girls and a few other young Na’vi were being hunted by the RDA. Loud screams were heard outside and you stood quickly. Hearing your older sister's voice filled with panic but Grace pulled you back, pushing you gently into Neytiri’s arms as she held you back. Then it became deathly quiet, you felt the moment her life was ripped away from you and you wailed out. Neytiri clamped a hand around your mouth to keep you quiet. Tears of fear leaked from her eyes as she tried to calm you down. You had later learned they had set fire to military equipment, it caused them their life.

You forced your mind to clear, eyes screwing down roughly to clear the few tears that had gathered. Rage filled every fiber of your being, you were not a fighter but every single emotion that was pumping through you was telling you to go for blood. Your fingers pulled back again, praying to Eywa as you let go of the bow. It hit your target straight in the head, Kiri and Spider instantly making a run for it. Everything was a blur after that, there were screams and grunts of frustration as the sound of shots were heard. You made sure you saw all four kids running to safety before you began drawing back more arrows, throwing them with intent to harm at those who had hurt your children.

Then you were running, sprinting as fast as you could after the kids. Nearly tripping over your own two feet as Kiri came into your line of view, she was kneeled down and looking over a deep decline of the forest, “Sa’nok! Spider-he fell!”

You were just about to jump down for the boy, knowing how much he meant to the children but another round of bullets were thrown out, you gripped Kiri up forcefully. You forced her to run as she cried loudly, the last view you had were the RDA Avatar’s making their way to the young human boy.

There was a clearing and a scream was ripped from your throat as you collided roughly against something. Hands wrapped around you to steady you and you began pushing roughly, “Kiri!”

You were about to tell her to run but heard a familiar voice call out your name, you stilled as you looked up and were met with Jake. Relief filling your body as you slumped against his form, “Tuk, Lo’ak, and Neteyam are with me-everyone’s okay.”

Your head felt heavy as all anxiety slipped from your body, head falling against his chest as you took a deep breath. “Thank you, Eywa.”

You pulled away from him, scooping up Tuk as she cried and clung to you, pulling in Lo’ak and Neteyam as Jake engulfed Kiri. Trying to ease the distress from his oldest daughter, “Where is Spider?”

Your lip trembled as guilt took a tight grip around your throat, “They took him.”

Jake's face twisted up as he continued to gently flatten her hair, “He is a strong kid, babygirl. He will be okay.”

Neither you or Jake were sure if you believed what came out of his mouth, but nothing else was said as you gathered the kids and began making your way back to High Camp.

Once you landed back in the Hallelujah mountains you pulled each of the kids into you, hugging them tightly as you pressed a kiss to their temples, only then did you feel safe again. “I need you all to go with your grandmother.”

You turned to look at Jake, the way he was looking at you gave you no room for protest even though that was the last thing you wanted. After tonight you could not bear having the kids away from you. Tuk began to cry quietly, “No-sempul please. Don’t wanna leave you and Sa’nok.”

She was hiccuping as her cries began to get harder, “I know Tuk-but I need to speak with your mother about things that neither of you need to hear. Not right now anyway.”

The girl calmed at her fathers words, your ears were ringing.

Mother.

Neteyam scooped up Tuk and pulled Kiri and Lo’ak with him. Jake watched them all retreat and until they were safely in the tent did he turn to look at you. Tears pulled at his eyes and his hand reached for yours, pulling you along towards your tent. You both knew what you were feeling and could only find comfort in each other at this time. There was no reason to fight against his grip because you needed it as much as he did.

You both stayed silent for a long time, just holding onto each other's hand as you tried your hardest to pull yourself together. “We have to leave.”

Your head snapped up to look at him, confusion swirled in your eyes. His request caused a sharp spike of pain to run through you, “What do you mean?”

“They have the boy-he knows of the whole operation.”

Your hand slipped from his as you stood up, pacing around in panic. “We cannot leave, Jake. The kids-all they have known is the forest. My family-they are all here.”

Your words from many years ago swam along Jake’s mind, taunting him as fear settled in his bones.

“You will not even give me the courtesy of mating with me properly? Hold no true loyalty to me, nor I to you?”

It hit him then that you might now follow him nor the kids, that he would be forced to leave without you. In the end, you had no real reason to leave and that thought weakened him. He felt so debilitated by the idea and he was ready to beg you if need be. On his knees and implore for you to not let him take his leave without you.

He made his way towards you at a slow pace, he did not want to scare you away. His hands gently gripped your forearms and pulled you into him lightly, “They had our kids under their knife.”

His voice was thick with emotion as your eyes scanned over his face. “He is hunting us. He is targeting our family.”

You stayed silent but your tears began to flow from your eyes.

Our. Our. Our. The word repeating in your head like a mantra.

“If the people harbor us, they will die.”

“Jake, you cannot ask this of me.” His eyes fluttered closed, he was trying so hard not to cry.

“Look-I’ve got nothing. I have no plan.”

He pulled you in even closer, forehead resting against yours as he whispered quietly, “But I can protect this family. That I can do.”

Your body shook with your tears, nothing able to come out of your mouth. “Wherever we go-this family is our fortress.”

A quiet sob left your throat and you threw yourself into his arms, tangling your hands as they wrapped around his torso. Jake pulled you in closer, a hand pressed gently on your head as the tears fell from his eyes. They were tears of relief, sadness, and anger. So many emotions were flowing through him but with your body tangled with his, it eased the ache in his chest.

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[bon2bonn]

Flowers

Carlos Sainz X leclerc!reader

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PT.2✨

Words count : 1.3k

*It's time to face the storm aka. Charles.

Warnings : grammar, cursing, blood, cheating mentioned, overprotective brothers, not proof read, hospitals, arguing , ex! Pierre.

You can read " Pt.1 here " and "Pt.3 here" and "PT.4 here"

* things got out of hand, and now part 2 is extended to 3 and possibly 4 ?but here we go !

The moment they stepped into her apartment Charles turned not giving her any time to settle " here we are ! , now tell me who did this and what does Carlos have to do with it?" She took a deep breath before facing him with a wary look before saying " Pierre caused it" watching as he gave her a disbelieving look back " why would he ?!" Only for her to shake her head with a shrug " because he's not who I thought he was , I only had a version of him in my head that turned out to be a lie but I was too in love with him to notice what I get myself into . And when I finally realized how much I was justifying his mistakes I decided to walk away and he didn't accept that . He kept on trying to corner me to convince me to talk to him , to give him a chance and everytime I refuse he'd turn violent ,just like what happened today " Charles looked confused with what he was hearing "you told me you both agreed to end it , you told me everything was alright and you were just both busy and ...." She cuts him off "That was never the case . he was distancing himself and whenever I tried to talk about it we end up fighting , he'd just back away and I thought he was giving me space so we can process things and work on it , but it turns out he was seeing someone else " .

Taking a moment to breathe, she clenched her eyes before turning to sit on the couch before adding " we had a fight , right before Miami last season , I had a work trip and it took three flights just to go see him , trying to work things out , I knew how your schedules are putting pressure on you and how hectic they can be so I decided to surprise him , and when I got there and I found him with someone , or more accurately on top of her , I confronted him but he blew it on me and I broke up with him " .

Charles's expression went From anger to confusion to shock and disbelief quietly voicing " why didn't you say anything?" His sister gave a bitter laugh " you weren't exactly the biggest supporter of us dating in the first place Charles, you strongly opposed the Idea of me dating anyone Let alone one of your friends !" . He only got more agitated " I had the right to know , why didn't you tell me?" She looked at him with anger exclaiming " yeah right! I would just go up to you and say "hey Charlie , remember the guy you told me not to date , Pierre ! Your friend! Turns out you were right I shouldn't have! because guess what!? he cheated on me and now we broke up!" Because I know how well you'd react to that " .

He denied but she cuts him before he could protest " just like how you blew up on Carlos today " that got him to swallow down whatever he was about to say . Looking around trying to find something to say only for his gaze to fall on the vase still sitting on the coffee table holding her favourite flowers , his mind drifts back to Carlos's driver room , that single flower sitting atop the shelf exactly like the ones he's looking at right now , his sister's favourite flowers staring at him . A warning bell rang around his head making him recoil as he finally realized what's been Infront of him the whole time , he snapped his head to look at her " you and Carlos?" Only for her to look away , refusing to make any eye contact opting to look down at her hands instead , that got him to snap again " for how long!?" She flinched at that holding back tears " about 10 months" he laughed in disbelief " you've been seeing my teammate for about a year? A whole fucking year ! And never thought of telling me ? Your own damned brother ! His fucking teammate!" Her tears fell as she whispered in a broken voice " I didn't know how to tell you without you lashing out like this , you won't understand !" He raised his voice in anger "understand what?!" Looking at her in anger "understand that you kept all of these things from me !? That you went behind my back and now you're with my teammate !?! Understand what exactly!?" . She counter immediately " that I never meant for that to happen, for me to hide that I have feelings for someone , because I was scared of what you'd think , of how any of you three would react !. It's never the same when I comes to me , while you could go out and date whoever you want and no one would bat an eye , but I have to pray that you won't chase away anyone who God forbid had any interest in me . So no Charles you won't understand!" .

He looked at her with his hands raised pointing at her accusingly " and that went well , right?, you didn't even think about telling me now Look at how things ends up with Pierre , now Carlos!? , Who's next ?! Huh ? Who's going to be the next one when things go wrong with him too !?". She looked at him eyes wide and mouth agape in disbelief , unable to make any response so he kept going " I knew I shouldn't have let you come along , I knew something was bound to happen! You didn't listen to me now look how it ended up!".

She stood up voice hoarse "get out" he turned to her in confusion " what?" She ignored him only saying louder "I said get out Charles! Now! " . He scoffed at that " you're kicking me out just cause you can't handle when someone finally tells you the truth? " She shook her head " No Charles , because I thought I was wrong when I didn't tell you , I spent days contemplating whether I should tell you or let my guilt eat my soul because I knew you'd hate me if you found out , even Carlos tried to convince me to tell you many times but I refused, I always felt guilty about keeping it from you , but I guess I was wrong " she stood and stepped forward giving him a sad smile " I never regretted that I dated Pierre , it was my choice to be with him in the first place , but it was his choice to love someone else and choose them over me , same as my choice to love Carlos to give him a chance because I know it's not in my hand to control Pierre or Carlos or anyone else's actions towards me , but it's in my hands to love them " her tears came back falling more as she went on " the same as I love you my brother , I won't force you to accept any of my choices , I won't , because you chose to not understand , to not listen to me and to think of me this way" .

He took one last look at her , eyes red and swollen , tears staining her cheeks and a broken look consumed her face , guilt overtook him but he turned and left , slamming the door behind him leaving her to deal with the aftermath in the silence of her home .

[munson-blurbs]

Wayne Munson has always doubted that he’s done right by his nephew. Sure, the situation is better than Eddie living with his deadbeat dad, but the kid sells drugs and spent an extra two years in high school.

It’s not until you come into the picture that Wayne sees the values he instilled in Eddie.

Like when Eddie brings you to meet Wayne for the first time, holding the door open for you and taking your jacket. You hand a package of Oreos to Wayne, telling him, “Eddie said these are your favorite, so I had to get them.” The three of you sit in the living room, sharing the cookies and swapping stories.

On his birthday, when he comes home to you and Eddie in the little kitchen, putting candles in a homemade cake. “Happy birthday!” you call out in unison, and Wayne can’t help but smile. Eddie lights the candles and you tell Wayne to make a wish. “Besides me moving out,” Eddie teases as Wayne blows out the candles. “You made this?” he asks the two of you. “I baked it, and Eddie put the frosting on,” you say. Wayne hasn’t had a homemade cake in years.

Or when Eddie walks through the door, eyes red and puffy, explaining to his uncle, “We had a fight, but I did that breathing thing you told me about and calmed down. I think we’ll work it out.” He’s referring to the time he was 14, frustrated with a riff he just couldn’t get, and punched a wall so hard he broke his hand. On the way back from the hospital, Wayne told him, “When you feel that angry, you gotta breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Slow and steady. Can’t afford another hospital bill, kid.” He didn’t realize Eddie remembered it after all this time.

The time he gets home from work a little earlier than usual, only to overhear you telling Eddie softly, “'M sorry, Eds. I’m not really in the mood.” Without any hesitation, Eddie says, “Don’t apologize. We can cuddle though, right?” There’s no pressure, no whining or begging. Only Eddie respecting the girl he loves.

The day you and Eddie finally get your own place, boxes loaded into a moving van. Before you leave, you give a neatly wrapped gift to Wayne. “Shouldn’t I be getting you a housewarming present?” he jokes, opening it carefully. It’s a photo of the three of you at last year’s Fourth of July carnival, fireworks in the background. The wooden frame reads Family is Forever. “So you don’t miss us too much,” Eddie teases him. He pulls you both in for a quick hug. The photo sits on his bedside table, where he sees it first thing every morning.

On Eddie’s birthday, Wayne gives him a card with a check inside; not a lot, but a little something. “What’re you gonna spend it on?” he asks, thinking his nephew will cash it and buy something for his van or his precious guitar. But Eddie gives him a shy grin and tells him, “Actually, I’m saving up for an engagement ring. Just wanna get her the best, y’know?”

When you pull Wayne onto the dance floor, feeling beautiful in your white dress, the new Mrs. Munson. Wayne isn’t much of a dancer, but he’s two drinks in and just so damn happy, and he can’t help but shuffle about when the band sings “Twist and Shout.” He also dances with you to a slow song, which is where you whisper to him, “thank you for raising such an incredible man.”

Or during a Sunday dinner, when you and Eddie invite Wayne over and ask him if he prefers to be called “Grandpa” or “Pop-Pop.” Later, he privately asks Eddie if he’s nervous about being a dad, to which he truthfully replies, “A little. But I learned from the best.”

And when Wayne sees Eddie hold his newborn son, he swells with pride. My boy has a boy of his own, he muses incredulously, and then it’s his turn to hold the baby. “So, what do you think?” Eddie asks him, beaming. Wayne pauses for a moment before he answers.

“I think we did all right.”

[oddaesthetin]

HOW THE JJK BOYS WOULD REACT TO YOUR LOVE FOR EAVESDROPPING (nanami ver.)

nanami kento

• 100% responsible adult

• not the type to give a damn about other people’s business because “i already have a drama of my own, why would i want to know theirs”

• i feel like nanami is the type of partner who would scold you for always sticking your ear to your neighbors’ drama

• but he catches up later on and unconsciously adapt your habit of listening to them as well lol

• you’ll be surprised one day he’s the one updating you about the recent continuation of your neighbor’s cheating issues

• becomes incredibly in denial when you tell him you noticed he’s getting interested (he was also questioning himself whether or not he was infact invested)

— 🖋 —

“sweetheart.”

you continued sipping your tea. maybe if they could yell just a little bit louder you’ll catch some of the details even quickly. all that you’ve learned so far is that mrs. makino was yet again caught by one of his sons face-timing someone that isn’t their father, talking sweetly and obviously flirtatiously, then the son told his father about it, whom, then confronted his wife just minutes after he came back from wor—

“y/n. please stop that.”

your concentration vanished as you heard the man sitting in front of you sigh.

you sat straight, “what, i’m sorry, were you saying something?”

he looked at you very seriously. enough to make you feel guilty about not giving him, or the food in front of you any attention for the past couple of minutes.

“is this really how you wanna spend our dinner? i don’t think gossiping could make your stomach full.”

you looked at the food again, his plate already half empty, and yours barely touched; and just started noticing how the evening wind’s starting to get chiller. you were the one who suggested you two eat at your apartment’s balcony, but in your defense, you didn’t know the drama was gonna continue tonight.

you pouted and whispered, “but it was just getting to the good part! mrs. makino was about to explain her siiiidee.”

the stern look (hOT) remained, and with a defeated sigh, you finally went back to eating.

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you just came back from a 3-day trip, and for the sake of your pet fishes lives, you ask your kind boyfriend kento to take care of your apartment while you’re gone.

a week has already passed since the last drama from your neighbor’s apartment and you will definitely be lying if you say you weren’t curious about the latest updates. you were dying to ask your boyfriend about it until you realized he’s the mature adult in the relationship and that he probably didn’t even choose to pay them some of his attention.

you rolled your eyes at the thought.

“something bothering you, darling?”

caught. you shook your head dismissively and went back to washing the dishes. “i just thought of something…err, about work.”

nanami, who’s beside you drying up the dishes you’re finished washing, took the plate and the sponge out of your hands. “perhaps its the jet lag taking a toll on your mood. you should rest.”

you took a deep breath and kissed his cheeks before lying on the sofa in your small living room.

just as you were starting to get engrossed to the reels you were watching on your phone, you heard him speak.

“by the way, i think mr and mrs. makino split up. temporarily, i guess. i heard them talking the other night. the husband took their sons. said something about until mrs. makino realizes something—why are you laughing?” he asked confusedly, and you also couldn’t help but be in awe at the sight you saw. your charming, mature and responsible boyfriend, just looking at you seriously while wearing an apron, holding a sponge covered in bubble in one hand and a plate on the other.

you wiped the tears that escaped your eye, “OH MY GOD, DUDE, I GOT YOU INVESTED IN THIS. YOU FINALLY LOVE THE DRAMA.”

“no, i’m not, dude.” nanami gave you a snub and continued with what he’s doing. “i was just thinking you wanted an update. that’s all.”

“WHATEVER YOU SAY, HONEY.”

without looking back at you, he rolled his eyes. he wanted to give an answer but was left speechless and instead just thought about how he preferred being called ‘honey’ by you than being called ‘dude’.

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[tonberry-yoda]

I hope it's alright if I send this too!

Can I request this prompt?

F!reader is falling asleep in Abba's lap. Abba holds her close and doesn't move from his spot from hours. When Mista and Narancia see this they tease Abba like "He's in love; A lovesick fool; Wow, was that a smile? I thought you don't smile! 🤔😏" etc. And Abba, like a tsundere he is tries to deny these statements and begins to blush. Bruno's just looking at him with that know-it-all look on his face.

Sorry if this was a stupid idea you can ignore it! I'm happy that I could participate in this event!

Stay hydrated!

Cuddlebug - Abbacchio

notes - HELLO?! DUDE THIS IS NOT A STUPID IDEA AT ALL THIS IS SO CUTE WTF?!??! I loved writing this and was super delighted to see this in my requests to do! Thanks so much and good job Abbacchio for getting into all star battle lol word count - 335

"I'm tired." you told Abbacchio when you got home, throwing down your bag.

"Then go to bed." he joked.

He wasn't expecting you to take him seriously and curl up on his lap while he sat on the couch. But he didn't mind one bit. He pet the top of your head, even laying little kisses there. Luckily, no one was home, so he could be soft with you all he wanted.

Spoke too damn soon.

The door flew open and the rest of the gang walked in, loudly joking and laughing. Abbacchio wanted to quiet them down, but he knew it wouldn't work.

He panicked. He was worried that the others would make fun of him. You two never told the gang that you were together and he really didn't want to admit that now, as you were fast asleep.

And damn, you were really out because not once did you bat an eye when everyone walked in.

Abbacchio didn't want to wake you by moving so he froze.

And that's when the two idiots - Narancia and Mista - noticed him.

Narancia snorted under his breath and Mista laughed out loud. Abbacchio, still frozen, didn't know what to do.

"Awwwwww!!!" Mista said dramatically.

"Is Abbacchio cuddling y/n?" Narancia said in a baby voice, batting his eyelashes.

"Shut up." Abbacchio muttered, still not trying to wake you.

"You two are in looooovvvvveeeeee!!" Mista played.

"Seriously, shut up." Abbacchio mumbled.

"Look, Mista, he's blushing!" Narancia went on.

Abbacchio was getting annoyed and didn't even realize that subconsciously, he was rubbing your back, which brought a satisficed hum from you.

Mista and Narancia kept getting on him about, making fun of the two of you and Bruno smiled in the back, watching Abbacchio with sweet eyes.

When Abbacchio noticed Bruno's look, he blushed down and then looked down at you with a smile, not even caring that the two idiots were getting onto him. Because after all, you were very comfortable and Abbacchio liked seeing you smile.

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Jitterbug | Bayverse!Optimus Prime x fem!human!reader

Pairing : Bayverse!Optimus Prime x fem!human!reader ( she is Sam's younger sister )

Summary : At first she was the exact same as her brother Sam , but after some tragic events she became a little bit distant . But when he came - she was confused . She did not know how to react when she realized that she loved him . When him and the Autobots landed on the Planet Earth , he expected humans like Sam to be intrigued by them , what he did not expect was to fall in love for a certain girl with bright blue eyes.

Tw : mental health issues , diagnosis of illness , angsty feelings , a very concerned Ratchet , confused Optimus , parents stupidity , but fluff at the end.

English is not my first language so if you spot any mistakes please just bare with me .

Ps : I got away with this one because OPTIMUS DESERVES SOME LOVE , but I really enjoyed it so I hope you do too .

Edit : I think it is so bad for some reason . Some people will say that the song does not fit with the imagine , but I think it is better this way .

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Let's just say that your first encounter with the Autobots was not like you've imagined it to be .

Not that you've ever imagined about meeting extremely tall and big aliens that can turn into cars .

You've never imagined that you'll fall in love for the leader of the Autobots when you first saw him either .

It was a cold night in the early days of October when you and your older brother Sam got into a really big fight .

Things got even worse when your parents came upstairs to calm you both , but instead of doing that they intervened and the situation escalated .

From arguing with your brother about something that you both forgot after a while , to both be arguing with your parents about literally anything .

Their criticism about Sam's progress in school that was not so good , how you were being a not so helpful person because of your mental health issues .

" How much more oblivious can you both be ? Sam do you even realise how much money we are going to spend for your college if you do not graduate form High School with at least decent grades ? "

Your father had told your brother , but he did not answered .

He believes that in situations likes this one - silence is the best option.

But when your mother turned to you . . . Sam saw red .

" And you Y/N haven't we spent enough money for your therapy ? Buying pills every God damn month ? It happened long ago , you should have been able to forget it by now . I mean , it is like you are doing it on purpose ."

He immediately grabbed your right wrist and dragged you out of your house .

Your parents yelling at you to come back at the house immediately or else -

That is how you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere eating McDonald's and drinking coffee inside his car .

Dad bought him a yellow Camaro with black details a couple of days ago , but he was experiencing some weird problems with it .

The most common one - the radio turned all the time on its own .

You loved it .

And so did Sam that night .

The radio was playing some funny jokes to help you both forget the ugly situation back at the house .

Uncontrollably laughing you did not hear a big track changing its form to a 22ft alien robot .

Optimus Prime thought that Bumblebee was still into his alt - form just because he enjoyed it .

The thing is that Bee was so happy that you both were laughing at the jokes , that he did not even noticed his leader looking down at him .

" Mother of Primus . Are you even listening to to me ? " Optimus Prime asked a little louder this time and Bee frozed in his spot .

When Optimus realized that Bee had passengers inside the car he left a breath he did not know he was holding .

Bee opened his doors slowly telling you to get out before he could change into his original form .

Both you and Sam were shocked beyond repair .

Bee was looking down embarrassed when Optimus kneeled on the ground to take a better look at you - both .

Coming close to your faces he asked :

" Are you Samuel Witwicky descedant of Archibald Witwicky?"

" Yeah . " Sam had answered holding at you like a teddy bear .

" My name is Optimus Prime . We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron . "

" But you can call us Autobots for short . " Another one said .

Where did he come from ?

" What's cracking little biches ? This looks like a cool place to kick it . " Another one asked .

You heard yourself silently laughing .

" My first lieutenant the designating Jazz . " You heard Optimus deep voice saying .

" How you learnde to talk like that ? " Sam asked smiling .

" We learned Earth's languages through the World Wide Web . " Optimus answered while looking at you .

Shocked by his piercing blue eyes , you did not realised that another bot had said that your levels were unstable and your body was asking for some rest .

Sam looked worryingly at you .

" And you are ? " Optimus asked you .

" Huh ? " You asked him lost in his eyes .

" She is my younger sister Y/N . " Sam had answered for you .

Suddenly you heard George Michael's voice in Bee's speakers .

" You put the boom - boom into my heart

" You send my soul hig - sky

" When your lovin' starts "

Ratchet the medical's officer had stoped Bee with what it seems to be a laser .

Optimus tried to save you both from embarrassed when he properly introduced to Sam that Bee was his guardian .

And while Ironhide and Jazz were both not interested in the conversation , Ratchet decided to tell his leader that you needed a guardian too .

He offered to become yours so he can have you close by his side since of your unstable health levels but Optimus decided otherwise .

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Ratchet was never more anxious and afraid in his whole entire robotic life .

After their first encounter with you and your brother , he soon realized that Sam was the type of guy that tried to fing good in every bad situation . He was alaways happy and funny . Laughing at everything him and Bee did .

You on the other side were more close , introvert , sometimes you spent to many hours of the day alone , you had sleepless nights , you found peace in listening to 80's and 90's music in your earphones .

And of course he had realized that you and Optimus - your guardian had a think for each other .

Everyone seemed to know except you two .

Although after the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons you reached your breaking point .

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Anxiety and panic attacks , insomnia , sleepless nights , nightmares , constant fight with your parents , Sam's abstinence , Ratchet's healt questions , Bee's teasing about you and Optimus - Optimus .

You can not lie .

You two were closer that anyone else .

Ironhide believed that your bond was even stronger that the one of Sam and Bee's .

You loved him - more that n just love actually .

You could not imagine your life without the big bot .

And when one day were you were at your worst , Optimus did not returned home that night chasing after some Decepticons , you thought that he was dead .

Only Sam knew why .

You left the compound that night crying and when Optimus returned and did not found you , he knew that he was in deep trouble .

Sam told everyone the truth .

One year ago you had lost forever your bestfriend right in front of your eyes .

The memory was just too much for you and you slowly started getting depressed .

When the therapist diagnosed you with it it was too late you were already deep within it .

Sam told Optimus that you liked him .

And after that Optimus knew what he had to do .

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You heard the big truck coming to a stop and after a couple of seconds the sounds of Optimus changing from his alt - form .

" Are you alright Jitterbug ? " Optimus Prime asked you coming closer to you .

Jitterbug . . .

The nickname Optimus had given you after he found out that the song Bee used was your favorite .

Wake my up before you go by Wham!

Your silence made him even more worried .

"Sam told us what is going on and I wanted to say that . . .

I'm sorry Y/N .

If I realized sooner maybe I could have find a way to help you . " He said .

" It's not your fault Optimus . " You finally said to him , voice hoarse from crying .

When you looked up at him - even in the dark night sky he could see your red eyes .

Oh Sweetspark . . . he thought .

He placed his left servo on the ground near you .

After a couple of seconds you hopen up while he was briging you closer to his face .

" Y/N I would like to confess something to you that I hope it will not jeopardize the relationship with have build up . Sam told me - " Before he could complete whatbhe wanted to say you interrupted him .

" Did Sam told you that I like you ? " You asked , tears already building in your eyes .

" Is it not true ? " Optimus asked you .

" No it's not like that . Look you are Optimus Prime . You are a Prime . The leader of the Autobots . And I'm me . Just me . " You said . Taking it of your chest .

" That doesn't meen anything Y/N you humans have helped us with so much that we can call your planet Earth home . And in my home your in too . I am willing to help you get through your pain my Sweetspark . " He confessed to you .

" I thought I was your Jitterbug . " You said to him while placing your hands to his face plate pressing your lips in his dermas .

He stared in your blue eyes , the ones he grew to love so much .

" What do you think about going back to the compound ? It's about to rain and it's a long drive . " He said and slowly he transformed back to his al - form placing you inside his cabin .

" Can you please put our song ? " Your sweet voice asked him and he for sure did it with happiness .

Wake me up before you go by Wham! was playing .

Your song .

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" Y/N your back . Is everything okay ? " Your older brother Sam asked you once he saw you .

" I am going to kill you . " You said to him while running to catch him .

Sam started to scream for help while Bee and Jazz seem to enjoy the moment .

" Primus . What is going on ? " Ironhide asked Optimus but before he could answer Ratchet showed up .

" Well at least her levels indicate that she is doing better . Someone save Sam , his stress levels are duplicated .

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@unimportantbabymilksharkte

@k----a27s

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Hi pooo, NSFW/SMUT Maliksi x Reader inspired by the song I See Red TwT

((Anon, same ba tayo ng pinapakinggan na I See Red? xDD di ba parang murder song yun? char. Direct to the point ang request natin haaa, I like it! xD))

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Smut

TW: NSFW, Explicit, mentions of a gun, sprinkle of violence, blood, dirty talk, masturbation, oral, konting ka toxican, p*rn without plot, sobrang konti if meron man, bad writing sorry 2017 pa last time na gumawa ako ng smut. Umm.. Read at your own risk, I guess? I don't want to traumatize peeps hehe~ Minors, please don't interact. 18+++ ONLY

NON- #PhilMytCrea related AU. Reader (Y/n) has a marriage of convenience with Maliksi. OOC coz he's not a tamawo in this fic guys, just a normal guy with no sad backstory. Don't come for me, this is how 'I See Red' plays along my mind.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You tossed your bag into the floor the moment you saw a pair of red stilettos which are not yours, laying on the frontdoor.

You knew Maliksi was seeing other people behind your back and it's fine, totally. You two were not wed out of love. Hell, you two only met each other a week before that damned wedding. It was a wedding made for the official partnership of your parents' companies, that's all.

What irks you the most is that Maliksi had the nerve to bring another woman under the roof of your house, knowing that you'll be home today after a week of insufferable business trips- you were exhausted and your 'husband' was banging some other chick on your bed.

You have always been labeled as 'intimidating' and 'bossy' by people around your- too many names and terms however it just leads to one point: you don't tolerate any disrespect and any bullshit from anyone.

"Get out or get shot." You coldly said as you entered your shared bedroom with Maliksi. The man is currently laying on his back on just his boxers while the girl he's with is on top of him, fully naked and giving him a good show. You went straight to your dresser and started rummaging for the hand gun your father gifted you before.

Upon realizing that you are not bluffing, the girl quickly got off on top of Maliksi, grabbing her clothes and making a run for it.

"Goddamn it! You are no fun!" Maliksi muttered underneath his breath but before he knows it, you were the one straddling him, landing a hard slap on his pretty face using the back of your hand that's now holding your glock.

You watched as single trail of blood slowly trickle down his nose.

"Fuckin' bastard! I only made you promise one thing after that hell of a wedding. You are not making a mess on my house, and especially not on my bed! Is that too much to ask for, you man-whore?!"

Maliksi's eyes widen at your sudden outburst. Who would've known that his wife is hiding some feisty personality underneath that stern and work addicted facade Your dad wasn't lying when he told him that you are a handful and that attitude will be a pain in the ass.

He lets out a deep chuckle as he wipes the blood off of his nose. "Look at you. All this time I thought I was married to a cold, emotionless robot. You should talk to me like this more often. God, it makes me hard." His voice resonated throughout the room as he took the gun out of your hands and placed it at the bedside table.

Sure enough, you can feel his growing bulge under those boxers. You two never had that kind of relationship despite being legally married. It's always just you sharing a bed at night like a pair of college roommates- maybe even less than that coz college roommates can sometimes cuddle. But you two- sleep like a pair of logs, away from each other in that king size bed as if you'll burn if your toes even touch accidentally.

You were about to get off of him but Maliksi wraps his arms around your hips, holding you in place. "You're not going anywhere." He smirks, licking the blood that got on his lips.

In a single breath, Maliksi was able to flip you over- switching your positions so that you're the one under him. "In case you can't read the room, I'm currently feeling hot n' bothered because of you. Kinda glad you arrived since the other girl can't get me hard."

"Then go jerk off somewhere, you idiot!" You tried pushing him off but he caught your hands and pinned it at the top of your head.

"Damn. Y'look so hot swearin' at me like that." He softly chuckled before undoing the necktie you are currently wearing and using it to restrain both of your hands. "Maliksi! W- what are you doing?!"

"We've been married for like two months now, Y/n. Can't a man see his own wife?" He said as he started undoing the buttons of your top, whistling at the sight of the red fabric of your lingerie peeking through.

"Didn't know you wear such things coming home to me, wifey." His voice sounded so seductively sweet that you have to do a double take if this is really the annoying guy you were unfortunately married to. Your face was red hot in embarrassment that you just wanted the ground to swallow you.

He smirks as he pulls out his hard cock, tip glistening with precum. He can't help but grin as he watch your eyes widen at the sight of him, not able to say a word.

"Didn't know my wife is this adorable. I like seeing you angry and shy. Tell me, will you let me see other expressions tonight, pretty?" He said not louder than a whisper as he slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, giving it a light squeeze to feel just how hard he is from watching his wife stare from under him.

"Like what you're seeing, Y/N?" He teasingly asked as he started to stroking himself while you watch.

You felt your own breath get stuck on your throat as he asks you because you are indeed enjoying the little show he's putting up. For the first time, Maliksi is not a random guy you are married to. As much as you won't admit it, he's always been attractive, and hot. The air feels electric as room filled with the sounds of his panting and ragged breaths. You wouldn't tell him, but hearing him call you 'wifey' does things to you.

He reached up his free hand, tracing his thumb along your lower lips. "Open up for me, pretty girl." And for the first time in your life, you were obedient, opening up those pretty lips of yours and letting him use your mouth. You looked up at him, locking those pretty eyes into his as you take him deeply, feeling his tip brush into the back of your throat.

"I've got such a good wife here all this time. Y' should've let me know sooner." He said, grabbing handfuls of your hair to push himself deeper, making your eyes water.

"..fuck. you're such a dirty slut sucking me so good like that." he cursed, throwing his head back. You let out a moan, sending tremors and vibrations around his cock which made him buck his hips.

It didn't took long before he's got you completely naked on top of the sheets, his head buried between your thighs while his tongue works wonders on your sensitive clit. You were a moaning and trembling mess under his mercy which made him softly giggle on how his supposedly 'stuck up' wife turned out to be like this from his touch.

"Maliksi...please~ 'm so close."

He quickly pulled away, making you whimper in frustration from being denied of that sweet release.

"The only thing you're cumming on tonight is my cock, wifey."

He lined his twitching length along your dripping cunt, pushing in slowly, letting you adjust and get used to him before bottoming up and just stuffing you full of him.

He's been dreaming of this day when you two got married. Who would even be opposed of marrying you with that pretty face and killer body. He doesn't care if you two didn't marry for love. That body kept him awake at night, and he's definitely going all out now that he's got the chance to fuck you.

His pace is erratic, pulling out completely before slamming himself back completely, making your toes curl and your vision fill with stars as he fucks you senseless that all you can manage are moans and incoherent babbles.

He groans when he felt your cunt tightening around his cock, making him fuck you a tad bit harder. "You're so close now huh? My wifey seems to be enjoying my cock way too much." He chuckles before reaching into your clit, slowly circling his finger making you tremble in pleasure. "Maliksi....pleasee.."

"I know, pretty. I know."

You can feel your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you reach that sweet sweet release, with just a few more thrusts Maliksi follows, shooting ropes of thick hot cum inside you, telling you how pretty you are like that.

You two may not have started on good terms, but you both know this night is definitely a start of something.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

How would the Gods react if they found out that you, a Goddess (Queen of the Gods) is helping humans in ragnarok?

The Gods are:

Thor, Beelzebub - cuz I love the way they smiled in round 6

Loki, Poseidon - big hater of humanity, would be interesting to see their reaction

Hades - just wanted to, he seems to side to neither of the sides before Poseidon's death

Hermes - my fav audience ofc I love his comments in every fight

You can add anyone you like :D

-Being a warrior queen goddess as well as a goddess of compassion and rebirth, you were the very definition of tough but soft. You wouldn’t hesitate to defend the weak from others and then you would comfort those you’ve rescued, guiding them. -Ragnarok was something that immediately pissed you off, furious that your fellow gods refused to do anything to help humanity, the thing they created and then failed to manage! -Brunnhilde wasn’t shocked when you came to her, seeking her out almost immediately, and pledged to aid humanity where you could. -You could care less what the other gods thought about you, they brought this on themselves, and you were going to make damn sure that they knew it. -Being a goddess of rebirth had it’s advantages, when Lu Bu and Adam died first, you brought them back, secretly with none of the other gods knowing, giving them their lives back, and telling them that you weren’t going to let a single one of them suffer at the hands of the gods. -You brought Poseidon back next, you couldn’t let him just disappear as well, your kind heart wouldn’t allow you to ignore him and that’s how everyone quickly found out that you were helping humanity. -Many were outraged, calling you out, but were quickly shut up with one fierce glare as you chewed them all out, “Take responsibility for your actions! You created these humans, and then failed to manage them and you took pleasure in torturing them for your own amusement! You’re all gods- act like it!” -Zeus tried to sass you and you immediately bent over and removed one of your shoes and he panicked, holding up his hands, begging you for mercy, before you told him to shut this tournament down and start acting like a true god!

-Thor- Had a feeling you were going to do something like this, but he wasn’t mad, you brought Lu Bu, his soul mate, his friend, back to him so the two of them could have as many fights together as they wanted. Surprised everyone by hugging you tightly, whispering a soft thanks into your ear which did make you a little flustered, something he and many others saw, and it made him smile, stroking your cheek gently, his fondness for you growing.

-Beelzebub- Was stunned when he realized you had brought those back from the void of destruction back to life, gods and humans alike, he wanted to study your abilities, if you would let him. However, you brought Nikola back into his life and he only cared about hugging his friend, calling him such, as Nikola made him happy, before he hugged you, thanking you. Your hug was warm and gentle, he never wanted to leave your arms.

-Loki- You tricked him!! How dare you trick him?! He pouted at you for what felt like days, upset that you had lied to him when you had brought back Lu Bu and Adam. However, after your speech and after threatening Zeus, which made Loki laugh so hard he couldn’t breathe, he forgave you, hugging you from behind, pecking your cheek which made you smile softly as you apologized for deceiving him. He pouted some more, but this time while hugging you, not wanting to let you go.

-Poseidon- Was stunned when you brought him back to life, the pain in your eyes made him freeze, as you didn’t want to see anyone die or suffer. When he asked you why you were helping the humans you turned with a grin on your face and your fists on your hips, “Because that’s what the gods should do, the strong should always protect and guide the weak.” He always saw humans as creatures beneath him, weaklings, but your words made him remember that they were the ones to create humanity, humans were the children of the gods. Poseidon relented but before he went to speak with Zeus he stunned you by bowing at the waist, taking your hand and pecking the back of it, asking you to marry him. The shade of red that you turned was quite lovely.

-Hades- He wasn’t going to lie to himself or others, but he was relieved that you were helping humanity and that you brought not only the humans back, but the gods as well, including his brother and nephew. Hades enjoyed watching Zeus cowering to you as you held your shoe, finding it funny that someone was putting his youngest brother in his place. Hades embraced you tightly once you were alone, thanking you, his voice soft and you smiled softly, stroking the back of his hair gently, comforting him and he all but melted into your embrace, never wanting to leave it.

-Hermes- Knew what you were doing from the beginning, but said nothing, as he didn’t want to ruin the ‘surprise’. When the cat was out of the bag he approached you, a soft smile on his face, “You were able to keep it hidden for a while, Y/N, but I think the others got the message.” You nodded, leaning into his arms as they wrapped around your waist, “Glad they did- I’m tired from bringing all of those fighters back.” he chuckled softly before sweeping you into his arms princess style and your arms wrapped around his neck, cuddling him softly which made him grin as he took you to a private room so you could rest and he could cuddle you.

[slowandsteddie]

Claudia Henderson and Her (Two) Boys

Link to Part One

Link to AO3

I don’t really have a preamble here. Just know that I am incredibly happy to have this one off my WIP list. I’ll probably do a part three at some point where I focus more on her story, but I need to knock some other stuff out first. I never realized how much we are starved for Claudia content until I started trying to write some.

Steve talks about the night that his mother died in this one. Tread carefully if that’s sensitive content for you but you want to read anyway.

2,242 words.

“You never really explained how you got those scars.” Claudia said softly.

She walked into the kitchen and set her bags down on the counter. While that wasn’t the most correct greeting with Eddie sitting across the table from Steve, it did go to show that she saw the guy with matching scars as part of the family. She had been dating his uncle long enough, in any case, to have claimed him as one of her boys.

“Protecting Dustin.” Steve said after a moment.

She ignored the fact that his face went through a lot of emotions over that one, like he couldn’t decide what he was allowed to say to her. She knew there was a cover up of sorts and lots of NDA’s that he had to sign. But surely he could tell her something.

“And, who was protecting you?”

His eyes flicked to Eddie and she noticed the way that both of them blushed. It warmed her heart to know that they were safe with each other, but she’d let them admit what she already figured out in their own time.

—

“She, uh. She caught him cheating on her.” Steve said suddenly.

She sat down the plate that she had been washing, and turned off the faucet after rinsing the soap off her gloves. Claudia turned around to look at Steve. It had been years, and this was the first time that he had talked about it. That night. She didn’t say a word, just watched him as he watched the table.

“She was so calm about it until the other lady left, you know?” His voice caught. “She was calm when she told him that she was going to file for divorce in the morning and that she was going to take everything. Including me. And I was so happy, you know? Because I realized that she did love me…”

Claudia felt tears well in her eyes, but made no move to wipe them. She didn’t even dare to sniffle, in fear that it would get him to clam up.

“Then there was screaming. So much screaming. A bang, and then silence.” He shuddered. “I called Hop when the screaming started. Let him hear it over the phone, even as I… I couldn’t even breathe, mom.”

The word that slipped out made her heart squeeze painfully. He had never called her that so sincerely before. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms, but refused to move. Not until he was ready to look at her. Now wasn’t the time to potentially startle him.

She wanted to go to him, desperately. Wanted to wrap him up tightly in her arms and remind him that he was safe now. But, Claudia knew that if she made a move before he was ready, Steve would react like a cornered animal. And he deserved to feel safe in his own home, damn it.

“My dad tried to find me. Got more pissed when he couldn’t. I think… I think he would have killed me if he found me.” A humorless laugh passed his lips. “Hop found me, first. Knew the room I liked to hide in from finding me there on previous, uh, house calls.”

Claudia’s heart broke. How many times had Steve needed to call Hop before? How many times had her poor boy had to endure knowing that his mother was hurting and he was too young to do anything but hide and call for help and pray?

Her hand went to her throat because she needed to hold something and she wasn’t about to move right now. Steve needed to talk about that night. It was good for him to let it out instead of keeping it bottled inside. She wasn’t going to do anything to make him clam back up. Not unless he asked her too.

“Hop got me out of there so fast. So fast, mom. I was in his car and he was peeling out before the on duty cops even got there.” His voice cracked. “I heard a gunshot and I swear he just drove faster. I never really knew what it was like to feel safe with an adult before, you know?”

Steve had to stop to breathe. To gather himself. Neither one of them acknowledged the tears sliding down his face.

“I was twelve and terrified. I knew that Hop would come when I called. Kind of his job, you know? But I never would have thought that he would…you know, uh… Get me out of there himself and promise me a safe place to stay.” A shuddery breath passed his lips. “He was right, by the way. You are safe. And I’d really love for you to hug me right now, mom. Please.”

That was all Claudia needed to hear. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her boy up in her arms so tight that she could feel his heart pounding as he hugged her just as tight. He was shaking so badly as she whispered soothing words against his ear. He was taller than her, but it was easy to get those gentle words right where they needed to be with the way he curled into her.

“You are mine, Steve Henderson. As long as I have air in my lungs, you are safe and have nothing to worry about. Ever.”

“H-Henderson?” He pulled back, then. Not a lot, but enough.

“Yes. You’ve been a Henderson to me since the day you stepped foot in my house.”

“Can… Can we make that my legal last name?”

“We’ll go Monday.”

—

“Five years and you’re finally a Henderson,” Dustin said with the biggest grin that she had ever seen.

That really did say something because he had this habit of somehow smiling with his entire face when he was genuinely excited. And that happened a lot.

“Ew. The same last name as you? What was I thinking?” Steve teased while pulling him closer. He yanked off his hat and messed up his curls, his fingers not tangling for once. “Nice! You actually brushed it this time.”

“I’ll have you know I did no such thing. This is from when I tricked you into brushing my hair for me last night.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re telling me that you didn’t brush your hair this morning? You woke up in plenty of time, I heard Lukas on your walkie-talkie.”

“Why were you eavesdropping?”

“One. Your friends are loud. Two, don’t change the subject on me.”

That was when Claudia decided to clear her throat. Both boys stopped and looked at her, eyes wide, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.

“Hi, mom,” they said sheepishly.

She held up the envelope. “Steve, you want to do the honors of opening your new documents?”

Steve walked toward her and reached out, delicately taking the envelope from between her fingers before sitting down. Dustin was trying to crowd around him, wanting to be the first to see them with him. She couldn’t help but to smile. Her two boys, brothers in all the ways that mattered.

“Can… Can I wait until Wayne and Eddie get here, too? Want my whole family here for this.”

Her heart swelled with pride and adoration for the teen she had taken in all those nights ago.

“Of course we can wait, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

Claudia listened as Steve and Dustin went back to the importance of taking care of their hair. She smiled, shook her head, and started putting away the groceries. Usually, she’d ask her boys to help her out. But, Steve seemed to be making headway and she really would love for Dustin to actually brush his hair more than once a week.

She waited for a lull in the heated discussion. “Spaghetti or meatloaf?”

Steve said meatloaf at the same time that Dustin said spaghetti and she was prepared for another argument. But then she heard a cheery “meatloaf!” coming out of Eddie’s mouth as he walked in the front door like he owned the place. Her face broke into a grin, but only because she knew that Wayne wasn’t far behind.

Wayne’s face immediately lit up the second he saw her and it had her blushing like she was still just a school girl. She was almost tempted to try and hide behind her hair, but then she remembered the effort that she had put into the updo and left it alone.

Dusty grumbled and it made her pout at him playfully. “Sorry, baby. You were outvoted, but I’ll make spaghetti when all the leftovers are gone.”

That seemed to appease him for the moment and that was enough for her to start getting all the ingredients together for dinner instead of fretting over her boy. Wayne easily found his way into her space in a helpful way. He did kiss the side of her head when the opportunity arose and Claudia almost squealed over it. Nearly five years and she still got excited over the affection he had to offer.

“Hey, uh. Everyone’s here,” Steve said suddenly.

Claudia nudged Wayne to go take a seat at the table with their boys. She washed her hands before doing the same as she had been messing with raw meat before.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked after a few seconds.

Steve was just staring at the envelope that he had sat on the table after his statement. He cleared his throat.

“I wanted all of my family to be here when I opened it, so I had to wait for Dingus and his uncle to get here.” He cracked a smile.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin. Dingus.” Eddie joking mocked that last word before shuddering.

“Shut up, Ed’s. This is a big moment.” Steve said without any heat. He was too busy grinning.

Claudia smiled, watching the boys bicker.

“Open it, Steve!” Dustin demanded, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening the envelope so carefully. Dustin opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it over the pointed look that Wayne gave him. This was Steve’s moment, Claudia thought, and she was glad that the other adult in the house agreed with her.

He pulled the letter out, carefully unfolding the paper and his eyes scanned the page quickly. His smile just kept getting wider and wider. He turned it around so that everyone could see it when he was finished.

“Officially a Henderson!” He exclaimed and it was met by cheers.

Claudia’s were the loudest of all. While she couldn’t officially adopt the boy who showed up on her doorstep all those years ago, she could give him a family name that doesn’t make him flinch when he hears it. She got up and closed the distance before pulling him into a tight hug that he was quick to return.

It was kind of funny, in a sad sort of way, that Steve couldn’t be adopted because his father, who was in prison, refused to relinquish parental rights — but, they could get his last name changed and it was more or less the same to them.

“I’m so happy,” Claudia murmured against his temple, which she promptly kissed.

That was when the rest of her boys came in to join the hug, effectively squishing Steve into a pile of love and affection that she knew he’d never have to doubt again.

—

Dustin, Steve, and Eddie were all in Steve’s room with some of Dusty’s other friends. They were playing that dice game that she couldn’t seem to understand no matter how much they tried to explain it. What mattered was that there was math and science involved somehow and that they were having fun.

She leaned into Wayne who was sitting beside her on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she smiled as she settled into him. He placed a kiss on top of her head that left her blushing pretty badly.

He was watching the game with a beer in his other hand. Claudia, meanwhile, had a glass of wine. She was more than content to just sit close and spend time together. Sports was another thing she didn’t know much about. Wayne had tried to explain this game to her and she did get the general idea, but she was never going to be able to remember all of those stats.

“I’m happy for ‘em,” Wayne said at the start of the commercial. “Steve, I mean. He seems so much lighter now that he has your name.”

“I feel like I can breathe easier, now. Like I have some sort of legal claim to him now that we share a last name.” Claudia took a sip of her wine.

Wayne hummed his agreement before taking a drink of his own beer. Apparently it was the last drink because he sat the can on the coffee table and it sounded pretty empty. When he leaned back against the couch, she leaned back into him and rested her hand over his chest.

“I think you should stay tonight,” she said.

Almost like it wasn’t the first time that she invited Wayne into her room while the kids were home. If it shocked him, he didn’t let it show.

“Then I will.”

[ghouljams]

Yeah ghost is good and all but goose owns my heart where's the goose x reader at i need to marry that woman before he can daaammnn

👀👀 forreal? Damn. Ok, here's Goose doing some real cowgirl shit and staking her claim.

The way her hips slide against the saddle, reigns wrapped around on hand, the other gripping the back of the seat as the sleek palomino attempts to buck her off is absolutely sinful. You'd only stopped in the exhibition to get out of the heat of the fair but now you couldn't move, couldn't look away. You find a seat on the bleachers just in time for the horse to come close enough you can see her smile. She catches your wide eyed stare and winks.

"Goose from Ranch 141, showing us all there is an easy way to break a horse," The announcer jokes, earning a small laugh from the audience as the horse gallops around the dirt circle in the center, trying to shake off its rider.

The horse slows, rearing back and bucking hard. You hold your breath, watching Goose leave the saddle and slide right back into it. Another hard buck, her arms are tight, holding herself in the saddle as the horse tries its hardest to get her off. You don't think it's supposed to look so effortless.

You watch the rest of the show with bated breath, waiting for one of them to give an inch. You're unsurprissd when it's the horse that finally breaks, standing still and calm as Goose looks around the tent. Looks for you, you realize when her eyes land on you.

She gives the horse a little tap with her heels and directs it your way, giving the crowd a victory lap, and leaning dangerously far out of the saddle to set her warm brown hat on your head. You feel your cheeks starting to burn as she takes the horse back out of the ring, and disappears. You'd think you were dreaming if you couldn't feel the felt on you head.

You wait nervously by the exit. People file past you tossing you knowing winks. You don't pay them any mind, eyes searching for the woman who'd staked her claim on you.

A hand wraps around yours, tugging you all the way out of the tent before you can turn to face her. Goose raises a brow.

"Hope you didn't think I'd abandoned you," she beams, you shake your head and try not to lean away when she leans closer, peaking under the shadow of her hat, "Fuck you're cute. You got a sweetheart I need to be worried about?"

"No." You tell her quickly.

"No you're single or no I can take 'em?"

"I'm single," you let her tip your head back with two gentle fingers under your chin.

"Good, good girl." You mouth goes dry, and you think it isn't just the summer sun making your cheeks hot. She's not that much taller than you but her confidence makes her seem larger than life. "Come on then, let's enjoy the fair." Goose turns away from you, tugging you along behind her towards the festivities.

"We aren't going to-"

"Oh we are," she confirms, pulling you against her side as you walk, her fingers tightly laced with yours, "but I thought you might appreciate a little woo-ing first."

You very much do. You think she must've sensed you were nervous, because she makes every attempt at making you feel secure with her. She leads you through the fair with ease, treating you to fried goodies and barbecue, adjusting your stance with gentle touches when you take a turn at a shooting gallery. You make a valiant attempt at winning her a bear and end up with a shitty plastic top. She kisses your cheek with the same enthusiasm, and wins a bear for you in two clean shots.

The sun is setting when you finally get led towards the exit. You have to admit, you feel sufficiently wooed. You don't think you've ever had a date this attentive or fun. Even just talking to Goose as you walked around was a blast. She laughed at your jokes and told some horrendous ones in return, and now she was eagerly pressing you against the cab of an absolutely ancient pickup.

Her hand slides into your back pocket and drags you close, she cups your cheek as you wrap your arms around her shoulders and kiss her for all the trouble. Although given the way she smiles against your lips you think she must've had fun too. It certainly bodes well for you when she swipes her tongue against the seam of your lips. You wonder if you're too eager, shivering when she twists her tongue against your palette.

She slots her leg between yours and presses close, making sure you have no avenue of escape. As if you'd want to when she kisses you so hungrily. Her teeth catch your lip as she pulls back, nipping just to sooth the ache with another quick kiss.

"I know the saying is 'wear the hat, ride the cowboy,' but I can swing it either way you want." She murmurs, thumb rubbing your cheek, "Just give me the word, Sugar."