#I can’t tell if I want to grab another blanket or an ice pack to sleep with I’m shivering and sweating and can’t get comfortable

[milo-is-rambling]

Need to take my panic attack meds I think I might be manic or maybe just. Soemthing.

#was going to blame sugar but I haven’t eaten in four hours was going to blame weed haven’t smoked in an hour #soemthing is definitely going on in my brain but idk what it is #I can’t tell if I want to grab another blanket or an ice pack to sleep with I’m shivering and sweating and can’t get comfortable #panic attack evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil I feel sick but I’m fine this is so dumb why is my body both #just chilling and also mad at me #like how am I vibing and also nauseous and sweating ugh #I don’t have a fever!! I checked!!

[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 2)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Another part finished!!! This kinda scratches my brain but i need more…. so expect a part 3….

i got into some darker themes and I intend to keep them around so please be warned.

word count: idk but it’s pretty long 🗣️

not proofread 😋

TW: panic attacks, yandere themes, implied noncon but nothing detailed

Rolling over to stretch you notice the sun seeping through your curtains. Ah, that’s right, he’s still here. Well you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to drop him off wherever he needed to be, then come back and sleep some more. With one last stretch you stumble out of bed, heading to the living room you notice Scara curled up with the blankets surrounding him. He even sleeps weirdly….. You stop and think for a moment, should you wake him up? Or should you just let him sleep longer…

“It’s not nice to stare, Y/n.”

Cutoff from your thoughts you take a few steps back, eyes settling back down onto his now awake figure. “S-sorry, I was just trying to figure out whether to wake you or not- I…” Rubbing his eyes he throws the blankets off of himself. “Yeah yeah, save it.”

And you thought you were cranky when woken up early, huh.

“I’ll give you some time to get ready.” Turning on your heel you walk back to your personal bathroom wanting to wash up quickly, “By the way, hope you slept well.” You weren’t sure why you were inclined to say that. Shrugging it off you leave him to gather his stuff. Scara, on the other hand was taken aback by the comment. Was he a flustered? Maybe. Surprised? Definitely. Was he gonna reciprocate the act somehow? Hell no, it’s not like he owes you anything! Nope, nothing at all! Huffing he folds up the blanket before placing it back in the basket.

While reaching down he notices a funny looking book, “How to prepare for motherhood!” Did your sister leave it here? He was curious to ask you more questions but it definitely wasn’t his place. Shrugging he ignores it and tosses the somewhat neatly folded blanket onto the book.

Coming out of the bathroom your face was freshly clean, teeth: brushed, hair: combed, contacts in if needed. You were dressed casually, but still wearing a baggy shirt so no one would notice your baby bump. Grabbing your keys you jangle them around before teasing, “let’s go drop the baby off~!” “Ugh, as if!” his face is slightly red and churned. He combs his hand through his hair- you are reminded of a certain someone by this singular action.

Staring at him your mind floods back positively bad feelings. The way he treated you oh so gently, like a porcelain doll that would crack under too much pressure. And the way he pleased you like a lover should. As if he’d been a starving man and you, his first meal- but it seems you were just a side dish- an appetizer before the real meal he could ravish any other day.

Scaramouche stared back at you a little distraught, “Oh my g- What is it now? You look like a deer in headlights.” He’s already poking your face and shaking you slightly.

Your mind is retelling you the events of that night at a pace you can’t even comprehend. The tight feeling in the head that hurts so much yet feels hollow and empty is telling you something’s wrong but you haven’t been caught up to speed yet-

“Hey, this isn’t funny! What’s wrong?” he sounds genuinely concerned.

Once your mind starts running at a pace you can’t imagine, it starts linking certain events of your life together like it’s some tragic movie. A horrible one at that.

Scara is shaking you now he’s practically begging you to snap out of it. Oh, how you would laugh at the way he’s begging, the way he’s actually concerned. You wouldn’t think someone like him had it in him.

By the time you regain consciousness you’re lying on the couch with an ice pack on your head with a straw attached to a bottle of water. Trying to move and get up at the sudden reminder that you were supposed to drop Scara off you shoot up only for your head to pound in return, “Ow… what the f-“ this action causes you to lay back down.

Scara is practically inches away from you, eyes wide with relief and a small smile plastered on his dumb looking face. “You’re awake! I was sooooo- um..” he quickly backs off with a sigh, “I was just getting tired of being here, was just about to call someone to come pick me up. But it seems sleeping beauty has finally woken up!”

“What the hell happened?” you reach to hold your head, slowly recounting the events that led up to a blank space in your mind. Your face scrunches up, realizing you had a panic attack in front of Scaramouche…. You contemplated on telling him the truth of making up some random bullshit. Both of you look like you’re about to say something, “So-“ “I’m-“, with a small chuckle of you both wait to see who will speak first.

“I just wanted to say that i’m.. I’m sorry for whatever that was earlier. I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps I didn’t get enough sleep.” Your words trail off and your ears start to feel a little warm. “It’s okay, Y/n, I-I was worried about you, you know?” Scaramouche trailed his last words, looking off at some painting you have hanging up on your wall, “Anyways… I’m not too sure what happened with you but it’s none of my business so don’t try n explain yourself because I really don’t care ,” you could only feel a little guilty and embarrassed but you nodded along, “Let’s go grab some dinner.” Huh? Why did he wanna get dinner? Perhaps he felt bad about what he said? Oh well, it’s free food! Surely you would need to replenish all your engere after this whole ordeal. Plus, you needed to stay healthy so the growing life within you can stay alive and healthy.

You’re hit with a sudden realization that you’re not wearing an oversized shirt or sweater of some sort. Had he removed it in attempt to see if there was something physically wrong? Like a wound of some sort? Okay- maybe if you get up slow enough he surely won’t notice? right? RIGHT? Just act natural- slow and steady does it! Or do you just look awkward slowly rising? Hit with a sudden way of embarrassment you shoot up before turning to run to your room to change, “O-oh no…. I forgot my phone… in my room… haha… i’ll be back….!” slamming the door behind you you’re sliding the oversized hoodie on and grabbing your phone then putting some casual slip-ons. When you walk out you notice the previous hoodie folded up to where you were laid.

“O-okay! let’s go!” He can tell you’re still frazzled just by the way you’re so inconsistent with your actions and moods. Maybe it was just “that time of the month” for you. Scara knows how scary women can become during that time. It’s best if he just ignores it and goes along like nothings wrong, lest you end up berating him like his sister did that one time.

The car ride was silent, only asking where he wanted to eat and some small talk.

When your food comes out, piping hot and steaming, you’re fighting the urge to cool it the best you can before shoving it in your mouth, very well knowing that choice would result in a burnt tongue, and the roof of your mouth scorched. Scaramouche on the other hand- he’s taking his time cutting the food up into nice bite-sized pieces, although you see he’s also fighting the urge to scarf down uncut meat that’s laid on his plate. You both hadn’t eaten all day after all so of course you’re making an excessive amount of noise with exaggerated huffs and puffs, blowing your food cold. The way you’re both chugging your drinks down. I’m sure you would both regret ordering the amount of drinks you did when the bill is shown.

Both of you stare at each other while the bill sits in the middle of the pile of plates that would soon be taken away.

“Well, I take this is your treat? Of course for making me stay longer than I wanted to-“ before he can finish you’re cutting him off with a overdramatic voice, “Oh thank you! I’m so relieved knowing that you are paying tonight!” He can only scoff, he’s using an unopened straw and pushing towards you. Your face churns as you can practically feel your hairs popping out but you still put on a cocky smile, “I’m sure you’re well aware of what you just did? Whoever comes in contact with the bill must pay-“ “IT WASNT DIRECT CONTACT!” With another overdramatized action you’re pulling out your wallet with a slight ‘sigh’. All the while Scara is watching joyfully.

On the way back to the car you get a phone call.

Maybe it was a work related issue? Not wanting to risk it being an important call you answered it.

What happened next you could’ve never anticipated would happen.

All you really remember was that the call consisted of Kazuha, who was clearly drunk, and busying himself with a woman as you could hear giggles, moans and whimpers coming from himself and the other participant. He claimed you left with Scaramouche and he was still with you. Claiming how he must’ve left with you, since he went missing after you both got kicked out, and how he never came back to their shared apartment. The way he kept reiterating that he “wasn’t upset, just disappointed” I mean, he wasn’t wrong- you did leave with him but it’s not like you guys did anything? It scared you a bit how controlling he was trying to be even though you weren’t even in a relationship with him. The last thing he said before he hung up was that he would be over soon and that he didn’t want to hear any excuses. It scared you even more how he kept his calm and collected demeanor up. If it weren’t for the context you’re sure you’d be excited to see him.

Scaramouche is already waiting in the car, growing impatient by the second. Once you sit down your mind starts to slowly pick up the pace. What do you do? He said he would be there soon? How soon? Was he just planning to talk it out? Was he worried about his friend? Should you be honest? What if- A hand placed on your shoulder snaps you from thoughts. “Knock it off. You’re doing that thing again.” Hah, it was obvious that you were freaking out. Taking a deep breath you start to explain the situation. By the time you get halfway through explaining Scara is urging you to drop him off at his house and for you to get home and lock up, or go to a friends house.

The car ride was… something to say the least…. Speeding when nobody was around then acting like normal law-abiding citizens the next second.

Tires screech loudly from when you slammed on the brakes. Scara practically went flying and hit the window. He’s unbuckling the once neglected seatbelt, before he you exchange numbers in case anything happens, like if he needs to contact the authorities if you can’t. Stumbling to the backyard to sneak in. You, on the other hand, you’re speeding back home on the back roads. You had planned on parking inside the garage and locking up. From what Scara had told you, every now and then Kazuha will get absolutely wasted and make the worst decisions possible.

Also mentioning that ever since his friend’s death he’s been a lot more controlling of certain people. Like apparently one time he was so invested in the woman he was practically bat-shit-crazy over her, tracking her every move, monitoring who she spoke with, what she wore, and even some of her actions. Once she had enough and wanted a break from him he let her go, surprisingly he let her go, but soon after she was allegedly admitted to a mental hospital. Surely these are just rumors, right? There’s no way that someone like sweet and caring Kazuha would actually be like this? Right?

Once you’re parked you’re heading inside and locking everything up. One thing you should’ve did was let a friend know of the situation but it totally slipped your mind.

You decide to wait it out in your room. Laying on your back and gently rubbing your stomach, “It’s okay. Mommy is gonna be okay. So please, don’t worry..” Your skin is stretching every day, it’s an uncomfortable process but a needed change. It’s not like anyone was gonna see your body again after this. Nope, the one time you drop the “strong independent young woman destined to be the next ceo act” you end up pregnant, and the father also happens to be a sleazy alcoholic who was also crazy.

You could feel the sorrow in your heart. Eventually, you would have to tell your child that he shouldn’t be the kind of man his father was. Well, that can be something you worry about in the far distant future, for now you just gotta keep him alive and well.

There’s a gentle knock at the door.

You just have to wait it out.

It turns louder, more impatient.

It’s now a loud pounding. You can hear your name being called gently despite the knock being the opposite.

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It stopped. Maybe he’s finally regained his composure and is willing to give up. Huh? Is the door know rattling? Really? Is he really trying to do what you think he’s doing? Crap. You don’t have enough time to hide.

Once the door swings open you’re locking your bedroom door and reach for your phone. Hell. you need help. Oh god. He’s already at the door, rattling the door handle and banging on the door. You’ve barely opened the keypad. You’re frantically tapping the screen.

Once the call goes through you feel as if you’ve been saved! Surely they’ll come help!

A hand is placed over your mouth firmly, “Ah, i’m so sorry, it seems my girlfriend’s sister dialed this number! Yes. I assure you everything is alright! No, no need to send someone over. I understand, we’ll give her a thorough talking. Thank you.”

Once you hear the call end your blood runs cold. You want to scream and make a break for the door but you’re not sure if you can make it.

Kazuha lets out a huff before combing through his hair, “I wish you would just talk to me, Y/n. I wish you would just listen.” He tosses the phone off into some corner before he’s pushing you down on the mattress.

You try protesting to his attempts to undress you, yelling at him saying he’s drunk and that he’s being delusional. It seems to go through one ear out the other, he’s not listening. But his calm and lover-like demeanor is present all the while. He’s kissing you gently and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he’s feeling up and down your body, squeezing whatever his hands can grab. You hate how he’s acting like he didn’t do anything wrong. You want to scream and disappear from the face of the earth, hoping to never see his face again.

Kissing your neck seems to draw you from your thoughts, “My sweet little princess, be honest with me. What did you do with him?” you gulp nervously (or is it from fear?) you reply, “After we got kicked out, I dropped him off at his moms place. I swear baby- we didn’t do anything. It’s not him I love, it’s you!” oh how you wished to rip your tongue out and scrub it clean. With a ‘tsk’ Kazuha is starting to fiddle with his pants, “I already told you to not make excuses. Please, sweetheart, just tell me what you did and i’ll forgive you.” Covering your face, hiding your eyes, threatening to spill unwanted tears you try refuting but he seems to stuck on the idea you “cheated” even though you did nothing wrong.

The rest of the night is another blurry one, but not from the alcohol, from unwanted memories. From that day on you tell yourself you’re gonna take a break from work and fly home to spend the rest of your pregnancy with your family. Sure it seemed irresponsible and you didn’t exactly have the funds for it but you’re sure once you tell your parents your situation they’ll understand and lend a helping hand.

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Scaramouche on the other hand, he’s sitting in his younger self’s bedroom, everything is outdated to his likings now but some things remain to what he still enjoys. A cracked phone lays before him, wondering if he should call to see if you’re alright, perhaps the situation has changed? Biting the skin of his inner cheek he decided against it, ultimately deciding to call in a few days.

Fiddling with the cheap metal rings on his fingers his mind keeps wandering back to the idea of you. Had you really caught his interest? You? Of all people? Pfft, as if some lowly scum such as yourself could dare to invade his mind! Yet, here you are. The way you laugh, your smile, your everything. It truly captivated him.

He thinks back to how you both practically agreed to take care of your new baby, Meowmeow. Hopefully you would be able to feed her tonight. He needs to consult his mother about his new cat so he can get all the finical support he needs. Although he’s sure she’ll just flash him a dumb smile saying, “Oh, such a silly thing to want to invest in. Well, it’s not like you ask for much so i’ll be a good mom and help my son!” or at least something along those lines.

His mind also plagued him with not so happy thoughts, like the idea of you truly disliking him and pushing him away. Maybe revoking his rights to care for your stray animal and shutting him out forever. No use in worrying about it now, it’d be best to do something else for now. Even when his mind would slip in images of you here and there. Oh well, it’s not like he didn’t mind.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #fem!reader #genshin angst #pregnant!reader #kazuha x reader #yandere!kazuha #kazuha x fem!reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x fem!reader #implied yandere #tw noncon #fluff to angst #tw panic attack

[weskin-time]

Jill or Carlos with a S/O that has autism or ADHD? Listening intently to their partners rants and rambles about their hyperfixations or stimming with them when they get too excited or their emotions get too strong

YES! i am on the spectrum so this made me so fucking happy to write you have no idea

Jill Valentine and Carlos Oliveira with an Autistic S/O HCs

i am. on pain medication from getting my wisdom teeth out today so im sorry if anything makes no sense or there are errors i am just vibing

Jill Valentine

she keeps a pair of ear plugs in her pockets when you two go anywhere just incase

loves to hear you infodump and stim after shes had a rough day. just loves to unwind at home while listening to your voice

and she’ll nod her head, hum in agreement and ask questions when you’re talking. never in a ‘im not fully listening’ she actually loves to see your eyes light up and the happy expression on your face when you talk about a hyperfixation or special interest

she was a little confused when you first visually stimmed but instead of asking you she just followed your movements which made you even more excited

if you get too excited about something where you’re starting to hyperventilate and you feel like you’re going to explode she will open the bedroom door and make you wiggle around on the bed. full body stim so good good yes

will get you little trinkets or gifts from the things you’re obsessed about to show how much she listens and cares

doesn’t mind cooking you your samefood over and over again, it gives her a chance to brush up on her cooking skills plus she loves to cook with you (she kinda sucks at it but it’s okay i love her so much *smooch*)

if you’re starting to get overstimulated in public she quickly learns the early signs and tries to get you away, or you could just tell her “i’m starting to get overstimulated here” and you’re out of wherever you’re at instantly. she can come back another time if there’s something she needs

she keeps every rock, flower, marble or what ever you bring her. she has old police books with pressed flowers you gave her, the rocks are in a jewelry box.

when you start to freak out and have a breakdown she’s sorta at a loss to help but in a split second she runs and grabs your weighted blanket and puts it around your shoulders while getting you your favorite drink. it all depends on you and how you deal but she’s quick to make adjustments

non verbal moments? she will help you make little cards to show your wants and needs and other information.

angry? ripped your shirt in anger? banged your head against a wall? tore some hair out? she will try to help you calm down as best she can and then patch you up. she’ll take safety pins and pin your shirt. she’ll give you an ice pack and some pain relief medicine. she gives you kisses

don’t like a certain texture? boom it’s gone. if you feel it still even after you’ve touched it she’ll bring you your favorite texture

loves it when you sit on her lap and rub your face on her like a cat. she will join you in the face rubbing

food textures you don’t like? give them to her she’ll eat them. don’t like mushrooms bc they’re squishy and weird and make you want to punch a man? she’ll give you a tiny fork to pick them off your pizza and she’s putting it on hers

Carlos Oliveira

he’s an adhd haver

autism and adhd solidarity

when he washes his hair it’s so soft and fluffy and thick that you could sit there and pet his head and rub your fingers thought it for hours. he doesn’t mind at all. he’s sitting there almost purring like a cat

vocal stim echo chamber

y’all can make sounds or words over and over again and just keep bouncing them off each other for hours no matter what you’re going

his beard is also very soft. he keeps very good care of his appearance so it’s not like super scratchy it’s a very good texture please rub your face against it once or twice before kissing his nose

this man can’t cook for shit. normally it’s take out. most of the time y’all develop a samefood at the same restaurant so you two must order the same place for weeks and just get the same food

WILL LAY ON YOU AND CRUSH YOU WITH HIS WEIGHT.!! he loves cuddles so much and now he’s getting cuddles and helping you? his new favorite cuddling position is him laying on top of you while you run your finger through his hair

He’s the one who goes into places and talks to the workers there for you if you need him too. want to order lunch but feeling not up for it to order? tell him what you want he’s got you <3

non verbal moments? he talks enough for the both of you honestly. he knows sign language so you two could take that way or he’ll use cards too. if you text him he will read out your text before responding lol

pillow fort movies/tv show/ video game nights. filled with all that good sensory shit and your favorite snacks and his.

he stims with you. every time. it’s involuntary on his part.

more than likely there is one texture he loves that you hATE. you hate velvet? the first time you come over to his place he had a velvet blanket on his bed.

stocks the fridge with his and your favorite food textures. he likes pudding and cottage cheeses textures

he’s better at preventing meltdowns or breakdowns before they happen than helping you during the act

you two bring each other things. he picked up his paperclip to throw it away but he gained emotional attachment to it and he’s giving it to you bc he doesn’t want to loose his new friend. has all the thing you give him in a shoebox under his bed for safe keeping

one of his favorite stims is running his callused hands up and down your softer skin at a medium pace. he starts out slow before speeding up a bit more. just placing his hand on your body and running it down before picking it up and putting it where he first started. loves if you do a ‘cat making biscuits’ stim on his body while he does that to you

#tezi post #ask! #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #jill valentine imagine #jill valentine x reader #resident evil jill valentine #jill valentine #jill valentine headcanon #carlos oliveria #carlos oliveria x reader #resident evil carlos oliveria #carlos oliveira headcanons

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Hi! I’m kinda having a shitty mental health week and feeling a bit fragile (did I just cry over toast? Yes.) so I thought I’d write a little Az blurb thing about him comforting Reader during a bad spell 💛

Az would know you were having a bad time just from the slightest pinch in your brow. You’d be trying to rouse some enthusiasm for the family games night you’ve dragged yourself to, but all you really want to do is leave. Az senses this pretty quickly.

You get up to fetch yourself another drink, and he follows. His fingers gently knead the back of your neck, the tension gathered there, and he says in a quiet voice just for you: “We can leave, you know.”

You do know. But you don’t want your mate to miss out on quality time with the rest of the Inner Circle just because you’re feeling out of sorts. You fasten on a smile and insist, “I’m okay.”

“You’re not okay.” His hand moves from your neck, down your back in a comforting sweep. Just because he always needs to be touching you in some way. “Let’s go home, my love.” He kisses your head. “We can hide from the world together.”

And, well, that’s certainly an offer you’re not going to refuse. A busy life means that you and Az rarely have the time to shut yourselves away and just…be. The prospect of it almost brings you to tears. You hadn’t realised quite how much you needed it.

Az, bless his heart, concocts an excuse for the two of you to leave early, and when the rest of the IC tease you both for sneaking away to fuck, he rolls his eyes and doesn’t give away, for one second, that you’re not okay. The two of you offer your goodbyes, and then he’s scooping you up in his arms and flying you back to your house.

In the hallway, he places you down and then turns you to face him, unfastening the buttons of your coat. You smile fondly and tell him, “I can take my own coat off, Az.” But he merely replies “I know.” and continues to help you. In moments, he’s hanging your coat up and slipping off your boots, and then he leans down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Go get comfy on the sofa.” He tells you. “I’ll be through in a minute”

You would bed down on your sofa, swathing yourself in blankets that comfortingly smell just like your mate. The fire is roaring in the corner, and you tip your head back and close your eyes and just…breathe, listening to the sounds of Azriel moving around in the kitchen.

You know, as you sit there, that ending the night early was the right thing to do. You can’t be around people when your mind tries to fight you like this. And Az knows that. Knows he’s the only one that can help.

It’s a little while later that you hear him approaching, and your eyes flutter open. His steady hands are carrying a tray packed full of all sorts of different foods, and you sit up, smiling softly and asking, “what’s this?”

“I raided the sweet treat cupboard.” Az announces rather proudly, placing the tray down on the coffee table. “All your favourites. Take whatever you want.”

The sweet treat cupboard is an object of fond, playful ridicule to the rest of the Inner Circle. A single cupboard in your kitchen that you and Az keep constantly stocked full with your favourite sweets and biscuits and chocolates — always there for whenever you may need them, or simply want them.

And amongst all the delicious food, Az has brewed a steaming pot of your favourite tea, too. He pours out two cups, and then he’s sitting beside you, shifting your legs onto his lap. He grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the backs of your fingers.

“I love you.” He tells you earnestly, his eyes like warm honey as they stare into yours. “Whatever it is you’re feeling…or dealing with…I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You swallow down the lump of emotion that rises in your throat, studying your beautiful mate. You still pinch yourself regularly, not quite able to believe you’re lucky enough to have him. But you do have him, and he makes sure you never, ever doubt it. Takes care of you like nobody ever has before.

“I love you, too.” You smile softly. “Thank you, Az…for always being by my side.”

He leans in, kisses you quick. “You never have to thank me for doing what I love to do. Ever.”

You can’t help it, though. You’re so, so lucky. And as Azriel leans forward, not looking much at all like the intimidating spymaster as he opens the packets to little cakes and sweets, your heart lurches in your chest with pure, unadulterated love.

The two of you spend the rest of that night drinking tea and gorging on sweets, and Azriel has you smiling and laughing as though you don’t have a care in the world, his arms a steadying presence around you. His voice a soothing song. You talk and talk into the late hours, your anxiety fading away.

Returning home early was definitely the right thing to do.

And you and Az would definitely have to restock the sweet treat cupboard.

#azriel blurb #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #blurb #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[devils-dares]

I heard you'd like some requests?

You get your wisdom teeth out (or any other surgery), and Matt is taking care of you while you're still loopy from the anesthesia.

hi pheebs! thank you sm for your request!

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“Fuck?” Your muffled voice pulls Matt away from his work. He smiles gently as he grabs an ice pack out of the freezer and then makes his way to you.

“Hi, honey. Shh, don’t talk too much. You just had surgery, remember?” He gently grabs your hand.

“Matthew? Where am I?” The -th in his name fades to an -f sound from the swelling in your mouth.

“You’re in my apartment, on the couch. I promised I’d take care of you.” He presses the ice pack to your cheek and hears a hiss before you settle against it.

“Hurts.”

“I know, you just got your wisdom teeth out. You took your pain meds earlier before drooling and snoring all over my couch.” You swat his shoulder half-heartedly, still too loopy to cause some real damage.

“Drool? Mm-mm.” You shake your head and then immediately stretch your hands out to catch yourself, the gentle movement of your head causing vertigo.

“Falling!”

“No, sweetheart. I’ve got you, see? I’m holding you. Not falling. Now please, try to eat something? I’ve got milkshakes in the fridge.” You nod. He heads back to the fridge, grabbing the milkshake from your favorite diner and a spoon. He settles back on the couch next to you as you take the gauze out of your mouth. He hands the cup and spoon to you, but he can feel the tremors emanating from your hands.

“Can I- do you- do you want me to feed you?” He hears you hum your affirmation. He turns his body towards you and scoops a bite of softened vanilla out of the shake cup. He cups his hand underneath the spoon and brings it up to your swollen lips slowly.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Although he did get the spoon in your mouth, he overestimated how big you could open your mouth. Half of the scoop ended up in his hand.

“‘M sorry.” You say, trying your best to swallow the now melted shake.

“It’s alright, I knew it was going to happen.” He grabs a napkin off the coffee table and wipes his hand off.

“Let’s just take a few more bites, then I’ll put new gauze in and take you to bed so you can take another nap, alright?”

“Stay?”

“I have work to do, honey. I’ll be at the table if you need me.”

“Stay.”

“Babybug, I-”

“Please?” He can’t tell if it’s the way you plead, or if it’s your hoarse voice breaking halfway through the word, but he can’t say no.

“Fine, but you have to take a few more bites, or I’m putting you to bed alone.” He hears you huff a breath of annoyance, and with your weak arms, try your best to salute him. Your actions are greeted with a laugh.

“Alright, soldier, say ahh.”

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By the time Matt puts the ice pack back in the freezer and rinses the spoon off, you’re already half-asleep on the couch. He feels a little calmer, knowing that you ended up eating the entire shake so at least there’s something in your stomach. He finds you in what had to be the most uncomfortable position, your chest pressed against the hard couch arm with your legs curled up in a fetal position. He grabs you as you stir slightly.

“Matty?” You slur.

“Yeah, angel, it’s me. Just taking you to bed.”

“Wanna wear your shirt.”

“Alright, you can wear my shirt.”

“You promised.” You curl up against his chest as he picks you up bridal style.

“I promised to stay with you, and I will. Won’t even go out tonight. You’ve got all my attention for the time being.” He sits you down on the bed, lifting your shirt up. You raise your arms so he can slip the shirt off and dress you in his own.

“Under the covers, go on.” He lifts the blanket off of the bed as you settle in underneath it, but by the time he tries to walk around the bed, you’re already fast asleep on his pillow. He shakes his head and smiles, slipping under the blanket as well, just in a much smaller space than he anticipated. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, not wanting to jostle you too much to cause pain.

He spends the next few minutes listening to your body, making sure none of the breaths you take are pained ones. He traces a finger up and down your arm, lulling you into a deeper sleep. In a few hours, he’ll have to wake you so you don’t go too long without your pain medication, but for now, he lets you sleep. You unconsciously curl in closer to the warmth of his body, and he wraps an arm around your sleeping form, feeling sleep draw him in as well.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x gn!reader #matt murdock x male reader #matt murdock x male!reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fanfic #daredevil fluff #daredevil x male reader #daredevil x male!reader #daredevil x gn!reader #daredevil x fem!reader #daredevil x female reader #marvel #marvel x you #marvel fluff #marvel fanfic #devon loves pheebs #dev writes

[puckyeahmightyducks]

Nano Blurby Blurb

I did do some writing on random fics during NaNoWriMo. Because I’m loving seeing more Ducks stuff pop up, I’ll share this one scene! We’ll see if I ever finish the “short” and get it published.

I swear, I can’t write any full story under 5K words...

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Nosedive finally got his hands on a new copy of Slug Soldiers and was counting on having the rec room TV to play it on since Tanya forbade him from using Drake One for his games anymore. Stupid rule. Name a computer after him, it should be his to use whenever he wanted. Not that any of them knew his ‘real’ name…

Mallory, as usual, got in the way of his plans.

She had beat him to the TV and had sprawled across the middle couch with a comfortable cushion, blanket, two liter of Sprite and a cup, and a bag of chips. One leg was propped up on another cushion with a pillow under her right knee and an ice pack on it. She looked up at him when he stood behind her and then went back to the show.

“You can watch the movie with me or you can find somewhere else to hang out.” She grabbed the remote and tucked it under the cushion she was leaning back on before he had a chance to steal it.

“Oooorrrr…” Nosedive held up the video game, “We could do two player mode of Slug Soldier.”

“Hm.” She looked like she was considering it, then shrugged. “Why not? After my movie.”

At least it wasn’t a sappy chick flick. He could get behind an action film, even if he’d missed the first half. And was that the funny kung fu guy? What was his name? Jenny? Jackie! Yeah, Jackie Chan. He made good stuff and Nosedive liked his movies.

“Coolella! Catch me up?” He jumped over the couch and landed next to her.

“Get your own snacks.” She pulled the bag of chips out of his reach when he tried to steal some. “It’s Who Am I? Dude fell out of a plane and has amnesia, now everyone wants to kill him.”

“Come on! I’m already here. Share.”

“Nope.” She smiled and happily munched a chip, making sure to crunch it loudly. “But I will pause the movie while you get something.” She pulled the remote out and hit the pause button, making sure to keep it out of his reach when he tried to snag it from her anyway.

“You suck.”

“You stink.”

Frowning, he lifted his left arm and sniffed to check. He’d showered after practice this morning!

“Get your nose checked, girly,” he mocked as he stood. “And don’t start that again without me!” He turned to run to the galley when she called him back from the door.

“Hey!” She threw the ice pack at him before he had a chance to answer. “Get me another one?”  He caught it easily and raised it, nodding as he jogged to the siren call of junk food.

Nosedive danced around, singing to himself while he tossed two bags of cheddar popcorn into the microwave and pulled a tray and two large bowls out of the cabinets. He switched out the warm ice pack for a still frozen one and grabbed the chocolate syrup and another two liter of Sprite out of the fridge while he was there. He added those to the tray, dumped the now ready popcorn in the bowls and returned to the rec room.

“Wait a minute…” he stared at the screen, which was now paused on the Columbia TriStar logo. “Did you rewind it?” He set the tray on the table and handed her the ice pack.

“You saved me a trip to get another ice pack.” She gladly accepted the popcorn too, but made a face when he started covering the popcorn in his bowl with the chocolate syrup. “Your brother’s going to kill you if you get that on the furniture.”

“Nah. I’ll tell him you did it.”

“Ass.” She pushed play and then fast forward.

“Hey! Come on! I promise, I won’t.”

She rolled her eyes and hit play, but refused to rewind the opening sequence he’d missed.

They laughed at the movie and were at the exact part Nosedive had walked in on when Phil entered the room, calling their names with too much enthusiasm.

“Nosedive! Mallory!” Phil held both arms out wide as he walked towards them.

Mallory groaned and paused the movie yet again.

“What?” Nosedive asked, keeping his voice flat in an imitation of his brother.

“No.” Mallory said.

“Wildwing already said yes,” Phil said.

“I don’t believe you.” Mallory took the ice pack off her knee and swung her leg around to sit up straight and face Phil head on.

“Yeah, me either. You’re too cheery,” Nosedive agreed.

Phil held up the white cookbook with a roller blade and sushi roll wheels on the cover with both hands and drummed his fingers on the cover.

“Huuuh!” He tried to drum up some excitement. “How’d you like your own cookbook?”

“Uhhhh…” Nosedive and Mallory exchanged confused looks before Nosedive spoke up first. “I don’t think that skate is actually going to work.”

“No!” Phil held the book out to him. “The author wants to do a cookbook and workout plan based on the team. I promise, no recipes for duck. In fact, she wants recipes from your planet!”

“What kind of workout plan?” Mallory asked. “Most humans on this planet don’t play hockey. Or do any sort of martial art. I doubt they’d want to follow my routines.”

“Nobody wants to follow your routines,” Nosedive laughed. “Not even you!”

The door opened and Tanya entered. She began going through the shelves by the TV, muttering quietly to herself.

“Jan would just hang out with you guys for a couple days, talk about what you eat, watch what you do, and that’s it. I swear.”

“Wildwing seriously said yes?” Nosedive didn’t think his brother would have agreed to being shadowed. He tried not to be distracted by Tanya, but he really had no idea what she was looking for so earnestly.

“Pretty much.”

“Pretty much isn’t a solid yes,” Mallory reminded him. “And if he didn’t say yes, then I’m not going along it.”

“He said if all of you said yes, then it’s a yes.”

“And does anybody else…” Mallory trailed off when Tanya moved from the shelves by the TV and started going through the couch cushions. “What are you looking for?”

Tanya didn’t answer and kept her digging.

“Earth to Tanya!” Nosedive broke in.

Again, no reaction or indication that she had even heard him.

“I don’t know what’s up with her,” Phil said. “I tried talking to her for half an hour and she just kept taking things apart and sorting the pieces into piles!”

“Ah, crud,” Nosedive said. “Crazy time! I’ll take the first shift after our movie’s over. You going to be good for one, Mal or do we need to count you out?”

“Let me know when she’s getting ready to blow something up and I’ll be there. As long as I can sit, I should be fine.”

“Guys!” Phil half shouted. “Cookbook?”

“Sure,” Nosedive smiled. “We can give them any recipe we want. Right?”

“Noooo.” Mallory could see exactly where his thoughts were going.

“Rommig,” Nosedive grinned. “They’ll love it.”

Rommig was a fermented fish, traditionally salted just enough to keep it from rotting and thrown into barrels for three months and then moved into a brine for another three months. It was important the fish be kept within a specific temperature range to control the fermentation bacteria from overgrowing or dying. It smelled absolutely awful and even ducks who grew up with it as a regular part of their diet didn’t care for it much.

“First, they don’t have nerrig. Second, they really won’t let that take as long to ferment as it needs. And third, that stuff is disgusting.” She’d eaten more than she cared to as a survival food.

“I dunno… Herring might be close enough. I’m going to try making it.”

“You know what?” Mallory looked from Nosedive to Phil. “I’m in. But, you have to eat a whole rommig when he’s done with it.”

“Sure!” He readily agreed. After all, how bad could it be?

“Hah!” Tanya cheered in triumph as she found the remote and began hurrying out of the room with it.

“Hey! Give that back!” Mallory shouted, standing to give chase and stopping the moment she tried to put weight on her right leg.

Nosedive jumped up and immediately began chasing.

“That’s half!” Phil grinned and followed Nosedive and Tanya out to look for Duke.

Mallory sat back down on the couch and glared at the distance between the couch and VCR. She’d just have to wait for Nosedive to come back with the remote.

#mdtas #nosedive flashblade #Mallory McMallard #blurb #nanowrimo #Phil Palmfeather

[alostnarrator]

To Save Yourself- Chapter 3: Lightning in a Bottle

Summary:

Brotherly bonding? Brotherly bonding. Also nick names because I said so.

Universe: 2012

Day: 2

A gentle hand ghosted over his back as Mikey heaved. Footsteps retreated and when they returned a bucket was placed by his head. The purple and green figure worked around his shaking form. Once Mikey’s trembling stopped and he could breathe again the mystery person picked him up and set him back in the bed. Soft, light blankets covered as the cold of the sewers set back in. Mikey felt like he was floating in an unpleasant fog. 

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Donnie fucked up, he knew that. His hands shook as he sobbed quietly in Mikey’s old room. He should’ve done something, should’ve said something. But he just stood there paralyzed, useless while he watched his outraged brothers nearly kill… Well, he wasn’t their Mikey… So, Micheal would suffice for now. But when he watched Raph slam the unconscious turtle’s head into the concrete he snapped back to reality. 

This wasn’t what he wanted, he just wanted everyone to know the truth, so they could work on swapping their brothers back. When Mikey bolted Leo and Raph looked so broken for a moment, too bad that moment was ruined by the two storming out of the room. And now here he was, sitting on a chair watching over Micheal to make sure he’d be able to patch him up once he awoke. Dark bruises from the twins, shallow cuts from leo, all of it made Donnie gag. The teen knew deep down that even from another dimension that this was still his little brother. 

‘ If only it was me ’ A dark part of him whispered, vainly seeking to be the one whisked away somewhere new. He felt like he was drowning, the constant threats, the dismissive comments, everyone expecting him to have a fix for everything. Sometimes it felt as though his brothers only kept him around for his tech. 

It was hours before Micheal stirred, the tacky clock on the nightstand now reading 7 pm, dear gods, he’s awake for over a day? And to think, this all started a day earlier, a mear 14 hours ago. Grabbed his medkit as he stood, a headache made itself known. Donnie would take meds later, for now Micheal was all that mattered. As his eyes swept over Micheal’s curled up form he felt a strong urge to fall to his knees and beg for a forgiveness he doesn’t deserve. But for now, he’d have to be professional. 

“Micheal?” He asked softly, keeping a small distance between him and the shorter turtle. The smaller flinched, and his eyes opened slowly. 

“Hmm?” A croaking humm was all Donnie was given. 

“How old are you?” He asked as he began pulling out bandages, antiseptic, and other items he’d need for this. With a weak voice Mikey rasped out “Fifteen.” The items Donnie had been holding clattered to the floor. Fifteen? He was younger than Donnie expected. Hastily Donnie scooped up the dropped items and resumed his task. 

“Tell me about your brothers”

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Mikey had a hard time speaking properly as he numbly talked about his family. His words slurred together, his tongue lagging behind his brain. Mikey flinched hard every time Don reapplied the cleaning thing to the small cuts on his bicep. Upon Don’s instruction he held an ice pack to his face, the coldness numbed his loose tooth. The fog over his mind and the kind way Don was treating him made him feel like a little kid again. His lip began to wobble as he sniffled. 

“Awh jeez Michael.” Don muttered, the name only bringing Mikey more homesickness. “It’ll be ok kid. We’ll get you all fixed up, and you’ll be good as new by the time we figure out how to get you home.” The mention of home rendered Mikey mute, his eyes glazed and Don stopped trying to get him to talk. 

“I should’ve kept you awake,” Don said more to himself than anything, “I can’t be too sure you don’t have a concussion. Stars, Splinter would have my head if you just up and died on us.” Don trailed off, muttering through a rant. Mikey caught words here and there, but the harder he tried to listen, the harder it was to think. His body slumped forwards onto Don, and after a moment of hesitation sturdy arms wrapped around him. 

Don cocooned Mikey in some blankets, and picked him up. “Sorry Michael,” He whispered gently when Mikey whined in protest, “I need to keep you awake for a while.” The lair was silent as Don carried a grumpy Mikey in his arms into the cold lab. With Mikey placed safely into a comfy chair, Don messed with some controls on the wall, and Mikey melted happily as the lab started to warm. Most of his brothers preferred having the lair be warmer, Donnie being the one who was fine either way. Mikey, Raph, and especially Leo had enjoyed it when Donnie converted an unused room into a heated one. A large heat lamp, heating pads they could fully spread out on, and plenty of soft -fire resistant- blankets and pillows making the room a staple during winter. 

“So Michael,” Don said timidly, a hopeful tint to his voice that sounded so genuine it almost hurt, “I’d like to get to know you… I can’t possibly begin to make up for how badly I fucked up yesterday… But alternate or not, you’re still my brother, and it’s my job to take care of you.” Don said with a determined look.

“Wh-what? Who told you that?” Mikey said clearly, his mind suddenly painfully clear.

“What do you mean?” 

“Don, you’re a kid . Sure, look after your family, but you shouldn’t have to take care of anyone when there’s an adult to help do that!” Suddenly Dr. Feelings were up in arms about the idea these teens were relying on each other solely for care, and just being trained by their father… If this Splinter even was their dad here. Mikey hadn’t considered that. 

“Don… Is Splinter your dad here?” He was horrified when Don nodded. But Dr. Positive wouldn’t let this drag things down. With how Don said it, it really sounded like he wanted to fix things. 

Don grabbed a small flat headed screwdriver, tinkering with a little mouse robot to stop his leg from bouncing. Mikey smiled softly again, glad to have a reason to. Sitting here in the lab, watching while Do- his new brother… yeah that felt right, his new brother tinkered. Mikey encouraged Don to tell him about his latest findings, reveling in the way Don LIT UP. A grin nearly split Don’s face in two as he jumped up out of his chair. He shook with glee as he pulled out papers and blueprints. 

Mikey drifted into a comfortable haze while he watched Don wave his hands around, adding a familiar dramatic emphasis to his words. Mikey found himself understanding more than he thought he would, and he thanked Donnie for that. The spotted turtle was more than happy to bond with Don, he could see that Don just wanted to be heard when he outed Mikey. Don had meant well, and with how he was treated by the others- Mikey had a good guess Don wasn’t very happy with the family dynamics here either. 

Mikey mulled this over in his head. ‘ I could take him with me when I go back ''. He had already decided other him wasn’t coming back here, no way in hell was it safe enough. He’d take beating after beating until the day he could return if it meant saving his two new brothers, Don and.. And… Well, they’d both need new names… 

“Tesla and Benny.” He tried out, ‘ Benvenuto’ he said in his head, the name he remembered from an art exhibit he and April went to. The golden statues were haunting and odd, yet beautiful. 

Don- ‘ Tesla ’ he corrected himself- didn’t seem to hear as he kept rambling with his back turned. Donnie had offered Mikey his extra ticket to a science convention when April had to back out. They had won tickets to a tesla coil show when Mikey managed to ride a motorcycle all the way around an iron sphere cage. The point, Donnie explained, was to show off how sometimes speed could make something defy gravity. 

The tesla coil show was jaw dropping. Mikey and Donnie had front row seats to watch and listen to the huge bolts of electricity jump from coil to coil. The operator demonstrated how it could make music, and Mikey had immediately fallen in love with the concept. For his birthday last year Donnie made him an itty bitty version that made cute beeps and boops in its glass cage. 

Snapping back to the present Mikey wormed his arms out of the blankets he was wrapped in. Tesla turned to him, holding out the mouse from before. It was simple, and cute. The design was highly reminiscent of a cartoon mouse, and Mikey found himself cooing over it as it regarded it curiously. 

“Awhhhh, dang bro! You’re seriously talented, yaknow that?” Mikey glanced up at him, and Tesla grinned back at him. “You really think so?” Tesla blushed, clearly unused to the praise. Mikey made up his mind there and then, he wasn’t ready to forgive yet, but this IS his brother and he’d be damned if he didn’t try his hardest to convince Tesla to come with him. 

“Uhm YEAH!” He jumped up, cupping the mouse in one hand, throwing his other arm over Tesla’s shoulders in a hug. “By the way dude-” He started, but was cut off by the door loudly opening. In a sudden panic Mikey retreated into his shell fully, leaving Tesla to scramble to catch the little mouse-bot. To Mikey’s luck he didn’t see a pair of wrapped turtle feet, but instead he saw two heavy boots. 

“Heyyyy D.” A sickeningly familiar voice said in a singsong voice. Mikey risked a look upwards and nearly jumped out of his shell. ‘ Oh SHIT ’ he panicked, standing in the doorway of the lab was a painfully attractive human guy. He reeked of “rebel persona” and Mikey wasn’t surprised to find himself attracted to it. 

“Oh… uhm, hi Casey...” 

WHAT?!

He was crushing over- CASEY? No wonder the mask on his head was so familiar. Mikey scolded himself, even if Casey wasn’t related to them he was still basically their brother in his world. He felt disgusting, but it didn’t last long. Instead, it was replaced with fear when he heard Casey ask, “Hey, who’s shell is on the floor?” Mikey was insanely grateful when Tesla rushed Casey out of the lab, saying his shell was a prototype of a robot exoskeleton. 

Mikey only popped out when the lab doors were closed and firmly locked. Tesla ran a hand over his face, and groaned. “I haven’t had nearly enough coffee for this. You ok Michael? Looking a little freaked out over there.” Mikey considered deflecting, but he really wanted to earn Tesla’s trust. Honesty, he decided to go with honesty. 

“Sorry- Just panicked… Your Casey is really… nice looking?” He refused to say the other word that came to mind. Tesla gaped for a moment before he lit up for a second time today. “You too?” He whispered. 

“What?” Mikey asked, not wanting to make assumptions. Tesla rubbed his neck and looked around, checking to make sure no one was hiding in the lab. 

“I… Well, I’ll be honest with you because I want us to be able to trust each other.” He refused to meet Mikey’s eyes. “I’m… well I don’t know what I am… I know I’m Ace-” Mikey let out a laugh and tackled Tesla in a hug. “Woah-” Tesla started laughing as well, “Y-yeah, pfft hahah, Ace and Bi… does” Tesla struggled to explain between his laughs, “Does that make sense?” Mikey nodded furiously, smiling widely and he explained that he was Pan. Tesla looked overjoyed to have Mikey’s acceptance on this. 

Time seemed to fly by as they bonded, this time things being easier with the understanding they had come to. Topics like preferences came up (Tesla liked either but realized a friend of his made him lean away from girls a bit more), favorite music (Mikey loved city-pop, but hip hop was amazing too!), and Tesla revealed that their Mikey came out as gender fluid a few months ago. Mikey was happy to know Tesla had been there for Benny, and laughed a little when he heard about how Raphael had shoved a bag of various feminine and masculine clothing items at Benny before running off. 

He got Tesla to fall to the ground in a heap of laughter when he regaled him with the story about how he and Leo went to Run Of The Mill Pizza and how Leo tried, and miserably failed, to get someone to fall for one of his pickup lines. Tesla especially liked hearing about how Hueso threatened to ban Leo if he kept harassing his customers. 

“Pfft that’s nothing!” Tesla cackled, “Leo’s heads over heels for this chick, Karai-” Mikey spat out the tea Tesla had made for him.

“KARAI??” He nearly screamed, Tesla got a weird look on his face.

“Yeah, why? What is she some sort of psychopath in your world?” Mikey had to remind himself that Tesla had no idea what he was saying.

“No- In my world Karai is my great great great great great great great great..” Mikey dramatically gasped in another breath, “great great great great great great great GRANDMA.” He flung himself backwards onto a cushioned chair, throwing a dramatic hand over his forehead. If this were a cartoon, Mikey was pretty sure Tesla’s jaw would be on the floor. Mikey waited with baited breath for Tesla’s reaction and nearly fell out of his chair in relief when Tesla started cackling like a mad man.

“BWAHAHAHAH THIS IS GOLD !” He doubled over, holding his middle while he laughed, “Just wait until I tell L-” The moment suddenly ended, Tesla now sullen over the divide between him and his brothers. But a new fire sparked to life behind his eyes, and Mikey could see the way he rolled his shoulders to brush off the thoughts. He was proud of how hard Tesla was trying to prove his sincerity, but at the same time Mikey didn’t want Tesla to suffer in silence over such a devastating loss. 

“Hey, Tesla- you don’t mind if I call you that, right?” Mikey added that last part for clarity's sake. Tesla shook his head but otherwise remained quiet, a sign for Mikey to continue. “It’s ok to miss how things used to be. You don’t have to pretend not to wish there wasn’t this new gap between you all.” Dr. Feelings made his appearance, Tesla comically baffled by how Mikey was suddenly wearing glasses and a soft sweater. Mikey took off the glasses and smile fondly at Tesla. He pulled over a wooden crate and used it to level them out. With the new height Mikey bonked his head against Tesla’s, causing them both to laugh softly.

“We’ve got each other until things can get fixed!” Mikey stuck his tongue out at Tesla. 

“Thanks Michael…” 

“Donnie? Who the hell is this?” A high pitched, feminine voice questioned. 

‘ Awe shit ’ Mikey thought ‘ Here we go again. ’

[fueledbyapplepi]

I love your writing it's so good!!! Could I have reader having a crush on the boys and giving them a kiss while they think the boys are asleep and confessing their love to them with mikey, chifuyu and the haitani brothers? Im just so soft for those boys!!!

Sleep Tight | Mikey, Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- Confessing to the boys while they're (not really) asleep

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸

warnings: minor cussing

A/N: Thank you, anon! I really got into writing this one ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Also, I honestly think I need to come up with better titles because it sounds like a word vomit to me LMAO Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Life would be nice if you had someone by your side who felt the same way about you.

You already have Mikey by your side, making every day much easier to get by. But does he feel the same way with you?

You practically grew up together with Mikey. Being neighbors with the man, you often come by to play with them as kids- leading to a blooming friendship. Although more often, it was you watching Mikey train in his grandfather’s dojo, where he never fails to amaze you with his tricks. Sometimes, you’ll have sleepovers together with Emma and Mikey where you’ll watch movies with them. Only for Mikey to be sound asleep halfway through the movie.

Growing up, nothing has changed that much with that routine. The only thing that has changed is your growing feelings for Mikey.

You saw the ups and downs in his life. From the time he established Toman to losing Shinichiro, you were there to witness how he would build a castle from the rocks of his downfalls.

So it was no surprise that you find your heart beating much faster when he’s around.

Childish as he is, you can’t deny the fact that Mikey is charismatic, beautiful, and kind. But, you never had the chance to tell him what you feel. Because what if he never saw you the same way?

You looked at Mikey, who’s currently sitting by your side almost half asleep. His head swings from side to side as he struggles on whether he should watch the movie or not.

“Mikey, you always never get to finish our movie nights. You’re no fun.” Emma pouted at his brother as she turned off the television.

“Mhmm, not sleepy.” Mikey turned to look at you then at Emma before leaning on your shoulder. “Just a little.”

Your heart flutters from close contact. “Maybe he’s tired from one of Toman’s meetings.” You turned to look at Emma with a sorry face

Sighing, Emma stepped out of the room as she looked at you, “I’ll get us a blanket, wait here Y/N.”

Your face felt hot as you realized that you were left alone in the room with Mikey. Well, this isn’t unusual for you two but with the strong feelings you have for him, you just can’t help but blush.

You looked at Mikey, his eyelashes seemed a bit longer, making his eyes more beautiful. His lips, although chapped, pouted with the way he’s comfy with you.

“Mikey, can you stop being so pretty? It makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered, thinking that Mikey’s probably dozing off to dreamland.

Mikey opened out one of his eyes to take a peek at you. All the sleepiness vanishing from his body. Did he just hear you right? “Then kiss me, Y/N.”

“Heh? Mikey, you’re awake?” you felt embarrassment creeping into you. “Mikey...I...look, sorry. I-”

Your blabbering mouth was silenced with a peck on the lips. Mikey kissing all your worries away.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he leaned closer to you. Your foreheads touching and nose brush against each other.

You felt like you’re on cloud nine. Is this real? Mikey likes you too?

Before you could say anything, the door opened with Emma looking at the two of you weirdly. “Hehhh, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mikey looked at Emma. An embarrassed look on both of your faces as if you were caught red-handed.

Now, there’s a lot of explaining to do.

Chifuyu Matsuno

No matter how many times you try, you always seem to lose.

But who won’t?

With Chifuyu’s angelic smile and kind eyes, your determination to admit your feelings for him always seems to waver. It’s just that your thoughts always fly out the window and anxiousness gets the best of you.

You’ve known Chifuyu for quite some time now. Baji, who’s your cousin, introduced him to you as Toman’s 1st Division Vice-Captain and most trusted partner. Of course, it was only natural for you to be wary of him. Baji might trust him, but he could be some sort of drug dealer or serial killer. Who knows?

You’re wrong though. The more time you spend with Chifuyu, the more you appreciate his presence. How can you not? He always lends you a helping hand whenever you need it. As cliche as it sounds, Chifuyu is like the knight and shining armor in your life.

And now here he is. Once again saving you from another horrible situation.

Chifuyu offered you a ride when he found you drenched from the rain in Shinagawa. Apparently, the weather wouldn’t be pleasant today but you forgot to read the weather forecast. Currently, he brought you to his home for the meantime as the rain wouldn’t be stopping until tomorrow.

“I’ll just text and let Baji-san know that you’ll be staying here.” Chifuyu handed you a blanket as he laid on his futon.

“Thank you, Chifuyu. But I swear it’s okay for me to sleep there. This is your bed anyway.” You said embarrassed.

Chifuyu yawned. Tiredness dropping from his eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. I can’t let Baji-san’s pretty cousin sleep on the floor.” He smiled at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

You laid on the bed silently. Blushing from his compliment. Did he just call you beautiful?

You looked at the ceiling for about a good minute before turning to Chifuyu. “Chifuyu-san, I-”

A soft sleeping figure cut you off. The light from the lamp outside reflected on his beautiful features.

You padded off your feet on the floor and sat right next to Chifuyu. Observing him, you notice that he looks prettier when he’s peaceful like this.

You hesitatingly brushed your fingers on his hair. While massaging it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. “I like you, Chifuyu-san.” You smiled proudly at yourself as you finally got to admit your feelings even though he’s asleep.

However, you noticed that the sleeping figure in front of you stiffened and reddened from your statement. Eyes wide, you held a hand in your mouth.

“Chifuyu-san, are you awake?” You hoped that he wasn’t.

But apparently, he is. “I guess you caught me.” Chifuyu sat up and scratched his head as he smiled at you sheepishly. “That felt nice though.”

“I’m sorry!” You bowed your head, hair hiding your flustered state.

“I like it!” Chifuyu panicked. “I mean, no. I like it. But, I like you too, Y/N-san.”

You laughed. At the same time, feeling extremely happy from what you just had heard.

“I guess we have some explaining to do with Baji-san.” you teased him

“Mhmm. But,” he held your hand and put it into his hair. “Would you continue that?” Chifuyu smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, continuing your hair massages.

Looks like you won this time.

Ran Haitani

You’re no medical expert. The only knowledge you got was based on textbooks and first aid knowledge.

Yet somehow, Ran would always come knocking on your door whenever he has cuts or injuries. Sometimes, even without one, he would come by at your place and complain that his body is painful.

And it’s one of those nights again as you hear a soft knock on the door.

Moving to Roppongi, you were warned about the Haitani brothers. How you must stay away from them because they’re just no good. However, you somehow managed to come across the elder Haitani while you were shopping at a local store when he asked you what hair dye he should use.

This little interaction moved from one way to the other and now, ever since Ran found out where you live, he always comes by to let you heal his “injuries”.

You’re not complaining though. Despite the rumors and warnings, Ran was much more different from what other people say. He may be cocky and teasing, but the beautiful man sure is nice when it comes to you.

Causing you to develop a little crush on him.

You opened the door as you welcomed Ran. “Now, what do we have for tonight?”

Ran stepped in as he walked towards the couch. Laying as if he lives around here. “I got a bump on my forehead.” He pointed out as he pouted at you.

“You have Rindou! And you call yourself notorious but you come here whining like a baby.” you rolled your eyes as you got in the kitchen getting an ice pack for the man.

“Here.” You handed out the ice pack as you stood up in front of him.

“No.” Ran rolled his eyes. “Kiss it, Y/N.” he pouted once again.

“You’re not a baby, Ran. Tch.” you sighed as you sat across him. “Take a nap here and I’ll cook for you when you wake up.”

“Now, wifey material aren’t we.” Ran teased as he closed his eyes. Holding the ice packet against his forehead.

About a good 10 minutes have passed and you never heard another bicker from Ran. As you look at him, the man seems to be sleeping like a log.

You crouched down near him. Observing his features. You must say, he’s quite beautiful and more attractive when less chaotic.

“You’re such a big baby.” Thinking that he’s asleep, you kissed the small bump on his forehead.

As you got up to prepare his late dinner, a hand clutched yours.

You felt your body freeze for a moment as you turned around and saw a bastard smiling cockily.

“Do it again, Y/N.” Ran grinned at you as he held on tighter on your hand. “I’m a big baby but your baby.”

“Let me go!.” your face was beat red as you tried to yank off your hands. Only failing as Ran grabbed your arms causing you to fall on top of him.

“I like you, Y/N” Ran hugged you tightly while you were a blushing mess on top of him. “So let's just stay like this for a while.”

And you did.

Being with Ran isn’t so bad after all.

Rindou Haitani

If there’s one thing you’re proud of, it’s the skill you have for coloring people’s hair.

You like dyeing your hair, your friend’s hair, your cousins, and to just anyone who asks for your help. So it was no surprise when Rindou asked you to help him in doing his highlights.

Of course you can’t say no. Not because he is a Haitani but because you actually like his presence. When you’re around him, everything seems more calm and peaceful.

Despite being a menace around Roppongi, you and Rindou are actually good friends. You’ve known each other when he saved your ass around a group of guys who tried to harass you. And although he was stoic to you at first, he was able to ease up to you because of your caring nature.

After all, you recognized him as Rindou Haitani and not “Ran’s younger brother”. And he appreciated you for it.

So now here you are in their living room. Currently finished in dyeing Rindou’s hair.

“And there you have it. We just have to wait for an hour or so before washing it.” You tidied all the mess up as Ran sat and observed you. “By the way, why won’t you let me dye Ran’s hair?”

He raised an eyebrow upon your question. “Because he can’t have you.” Your eyes widened from his statement. Rindou, realizing what he just said, covered it up with an excuse. “I mean, I want him to dye his own hair and let it look shit. If he wants someone to dye his hair properly, he can go to the salon.”

You laughed at his statement. Well, he can actually crack up jokes once in a while if he loosens up his strict facade. “Oh Rindou, we also need to buy an extra conditioner.”

You looked up and saw the man with closed eyes. Deciding that you don’t want to disturb his sleep, you sat quietly beside him and observed him.

Rindou is already handsome with his glasses. But you realized that he looks much cuter without one.

He just looks good in anything.

You traced the bridge of his nose as you admired his features. “You know what? I actually might have feelings for you.” you muttered softly as you smiled.

“Let’s go out on a date then.” Rindou opened his eyes as he looked at you. Your lips a few inches away from his.

“Rindou!!!” You sat up straight. “I thought you were-”

“Asleep? Well I’m not.” he smiled at you as reached out for your hand. “But I meant it Y/N. I like you, and I want us to go on a date.” Rindou looked at you, hoping for an immediate response.

He does like you. After all, you were the only person who he was able to open up to other than Ran.

“Okay.” You smiled as you brushed your thumb at the top of his hand.

Rindou caressed your cheeks. Leaning in and going for a kiss.

“Ohh. Can I join?” a teasing voice butted in. Causing you two to look at the tall man who’s leaning in the doorframe. “I mean can I join Y/N’s dye party? Just continue that later.”

“Ran, get out!” Rindou shouted as he pointed at the door to his brother.

Well, things quickly escalated with the brothers.

As well as your relationship with Rindou.

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Hi! I really love your writing!! ^_^ I wasn't sure if you were accepting requests for headcanons for all the brothers so I'd love to see this for all seven brothers but if that's too much, just Mammon and Belphie is fine. Could I pls request a headcanon for how the brothers would react to accidentally hurting MC? Nothing fatal and nothing permanent beyond just maybe a scar but also more than a minor injury.

Brothers reaction to accidentally hurting MC!

(this is gn! mc like usual and thank you dear i hope you like this sorry it took so long but its such a good prompt i wish i could have done it better!!!!!)

Lucifer

You and him have gotten into misunderstanding that have lead to threats before but once you are closer, to the point when he trusts you, if one of these "fights" happen, the smallest indication of hurt being inflicted makes him pause.

If it's during a moment where he's heated, wings starting to stand out behind him, his first reaction is just pause. Stuck.

He actually physically hurt you, not even to account the probable emotional hurt of him raising his voice with such aggression.

He's all stiff, eyes widened, unsure if he should reach out for you or not so he stays until the manifestation of his demon form fades.

Mammon

A terrible offense as your first man, he's always count on me, let me be the one to save you and yet has personally made you in need of saving.

Though any hurt isn't to be seen after the initial small ouch he talking in a loud voice, telling you, fragile human of his, not to worry!

Mammon does worry not about the physical as much with small injuries but how they make you feel, do you still feel safe? Do you need to him to go sit with you in your room? An ice pack just to soothe your head maybe?

He's at your beck and call free of charge, lucky you even though it did have a price equivalent to a stubbed toe.

He does his best to distract you from any discomfort though he does remember to apologize when his voice calms and lowers volume, him muttering the apology into your shoulder as he pulls you into a hug.

Leviathan

Self loathing meter is breaking high scores, and has started an internal match between "i need to leave" and "i should take care of them"

He's uncomfortable, shifting his weight and stumbling over his own feet as he moves them. Dependant on how close you are would be the change of his reaction.

If you aren't both there already at the scene of his not even a crime, he will decide on both by taking you with him to his room.

It's not before privacy before Levi would his TSL blanket draped over his arms to wrap over you too, arms looped to your middle.

That was overwhelming for a shut in like him! Hey- what do you mean it's just like when he hits his knee on the underside of his gaming desk just that he did it to you? Now he's embarrassed and realizing how he just clinged to you.

Satan

His guilt at hearing you exclaim in feeling a small bit of pain is immeasurable and immediate.

Any progress you had with him being more comfortable with touch has been put on pause and maybe even further back than step one.

It makes him worry for what if it was worse, he couldn't do that to you when you were so important, his strength could have easily made it worse you shouldn't be so calm.

It takes him a bit to calm down, even having to ask one of his brothers to look at your injury too scared to touch it and make it worse.

His apologies are overwhelming in quality but always genuine, with his full being. Remind him that if he can't trust himself to trust you because you trust him.

Asmodeus

Asmo may be one of the more calm ones in this aspect, yet his apologies and concern are still extremely sincere.

A quick mutter to himself before going to gently grab or look at the area of his harm, cooing sorries followed by pet names, kisses every centimeter of the injury and around to try and distract you from any after pain.

He has some bandages if you need them and is quite good at applying them, whether bandaids from shaving nics or a wrap from sprained ankles from heels.

If you are bleeding or the injury makes you tear up that does call some small panic, shakes settling into his calm still hands as he tries his best to soothe and assist.

Beelzebub

He feels that same drop in his heart and heavy pang bodywide that he did with Lilith and Belphegor, another he was supposed to protect that he hurt. How would he make it up to You?

Beel would give you comfort, his sorries and are you okays quiet but extremely weighing on the atmosphere he carried. He wants to make sure you will be okay.

His appetite goes down, but will make you food he knows are easy favorites or comfort foods, staying nearby if you need him to grab something or just for company.

He's quieter than usual and will try to apologize for a time period and a half longer than would be considered normal but it has a history of hitting him hard.

When you or Belphie aren't there to keep him company while he sleeps his old nightmares come back but you get added to people he couldn't save.

He returns back to normal when you press small kisses to the spot he hurt but on him, an old human tale about how it makes pain go away since he seemed to be sharing yours.

Belphegor

Guilty, guilty, guilty. Pausing in panic, stepping away from you with shakes starting to curse at his shoulders, before going to leave.

He promised he was going to make it up to you, that you were safe and that he changed, he shouldn't still have been so mad as he used to be.

He hates that you let him off so easy just because it's a small injury, he keeps breaking your trust you shouldn't be so forgiving because what if you stop and then he has no more chances and finally messes up for good?

Belphie's anxieties for hurting you are very tied to if you bleed at all, the more you do with any injury in general the more he will worry he can't lose you.

His initial panic is calmed by needing you to be okay, pressing every square inch of himself together to be stable enough so he can help you and not worry Beel into making it worse.

But he will be visibly more careful at least for a day or two, on edge of how his body digs into yours when napping or if he's too close that he could push you.

#basically. theyre all dramatic. #i really hope this isnt too disjointed ive been picking at this as a draft for awhile in between casual affections #so my style is a bit diff but i didnt want to redo and make you wait longer anonnie aa #obey me #tofus blurbs! #tofu answers! #tofus lovable anons #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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Day at the Park | dad!Bucky Barnes x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and Bucky take your daughter to the park. 

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“mommy we’re ready!” Your daughter announces as she enters you and Bucky’s bedroom. You’d left Bucky in charge of getting her dressed to go to the park while you got ready yourself. You’re now slightly regretting that decision. Your daughter was dressed in shorts with a tank top that did not match and her purple rain boots. It was not raining outside nor was there even a chance of rain. And her hair was pulled back into a braid, but it was a messy braid that you recognized as Bucky’s work. 

“Oh..” You force a smile, “Are you sure you want to wear those boots? It’s hot outside and it’s not supposed to rain.” 

“hey she said she wanted to wear the boots.” Bucky says, ruffling her hair, “She’s determined to wear the boots too.” 

Your daughter nods with a grin, “Plus, what if it rains?” 

You laugh and nod, “Okay.. well at least let me fix your hair? That braid looks like it could fall out any minute.” 

Your daughter squeals as Bucky picks her up and puts her on the bed in front of you, “Yeah that wasn’t my best work.” 

“it’s okay babe, braiding just isn’t a part of your resume.” You move behind your daughter to fix the mess on her head, “Did you make sure the bag was packed?” 

“Sandwiches, snacks, drinks and sunscreen.” He nods, “I can pack a bag.” He smirks proudly. 

“I left everything on the table for you to pack the bag.” You tease, “All you did was put it in the bag.” 

“I still fit it all in a bag though.” He points out. 

You laugh and nod, finishing up your daughters hair, “Ready to go, bug?” 

She nods and jumps off the bed, running passed Bucky. You get off the bed and slip on your shoes. 

“Come on..” Bucky sneaks his hands around your middle from behind, “Don’t you want another?” His breath is on your ear and he kisses that spot below your ear. 

“Hmm..” You hum, “maybe.” 

“mama! Dada! Let’s go!” Your daughter yells, interrupting the moment. 

“Now I remember why we don’t have another!” He says pulling away from you, “We don’t ever get a moment to ourselves!” 

You laugh and follow him out, “We’ll have another one eventually.” 

~ 

“y/d/n, wait!” Bucky calls out to her as she starts toward the swings, “sunscreen.” 

Your daughter groans but stomps back toward her dad, the same look on her face that Bucky has when he doesn’t get what he wants, “Why do I have to? it’s shady!” 

“Because doll,” He puts some on her arms, “even though it’s shady, you can still get burned and i don’t want you to burn.” He pokes a little sunscreen on her nose, making her giggle, “I wouldn’t want you to look like a lobster!” He then rubs it over her cheeks. “Okay, all done. Now you can go play.” 

She heads back toward the swings, but stops and turns around, “aren’t you coming with me?” A pout on her lips. 

“You going to be okay here?” Bucky asks you.

You hold your book up, “I’m perfectly fine. Go play.” 

He kisses your head and then heads off toward your daughter, picking her up and tickling her sides. Her giggles fill the park and it brings a smile to your lips. You watch as he takes her to one of the swings, putting her on it and instructing her to hold on before he starts swinging her. 

She’s had him wrapped around her finger since the day she was born. Literally. The first time he held her after she was born, she’d wrapped her small hand around his finger and you saw that look in his eyes. She’d changed his life right then and there and had him wrapped around her finger. 

“I don’t know doll, we’ll have to go ask mommy.” Bucky tells your daughter as they walk back to you hand and hand. 

“mommy!” Your daughter squeals and attacks you in a hug. 

“What is it baby girl?” 

“Can we please get ice cream? Oh please.” She pulls away and puts her hands in front of her, giving you the best puppy face, “Please please please!” She glances over at Bucky, “Oh right!” He then bends closer to her level, doing the exact same face, “Please Mommy?” 

You laugh and shake your head, “And where do you see ice cream?” 

She points off to the side of the playground where a woman and a cart are making their way through the park. “But you haven’t had your lunch yet.” You point out, “You’ll ruin your lunch.” 

Your daughter lets out a whimper, looking to Bucky for help. “Mommy’s right, you’ll ruin your lunch.” 

“But.. but.” Her bottom lip starts to quiver, “it’s ice cream...” 

You sigh and stand, holding your hand out to her, “You’re right, it’s ice cream. We can’t miss out on that!” 

She lets out a happy sound, grabbing your hand and practically pulling the both of you toward the ice cream cart, Bucky following close behind. 

As she stands and looks at the different choices, Bucky puts a hand on your waist, “You spoil her too much.” 

“Oh I spoil her?” You raise an eyebrow at him, “you never tell her no!” 

He groans, “I know, but one look at those eyes.. and how can I say no?” 

You laugh with a shake of your head, “Alright, baby girl what do you want?” You bend down next to her. 

“I want that one!” She points to the blue powderpuff girl popsicle. 

“That sounds like a good choice.” You kiss her cheek and stand up to tell the woman what you three want and Bucky hands over the cash. The three of you make your way back to the blanket and sit down to eat. You open the popsicle and fix the wrapper for your daughter to help catch some of the melted portion and then open yours. 

“You know she’s going to get that all over her.” Bucky says taking a bite of his.  

You shrug, “That’s why they make water and soap.” You lean back against Bucky’s chest and watch as your daughter does for sure get the popsicle all over her clothes, her face and even the blanket. But the smile on her face is priceless. 

Bucky holds his ice cream to you, “Bite?” 

You nod, holding yours to him, “Don’t take that gum ball eye. It’s my favorite part.” 

He nods, “Yes ma’am..” Taking a bite of yours, he’s careful to miss the gum ball eye. 

You hum as you bite into his, “That’s good.” 

He reaches up and wipes the bit of ice cream off your lip with the pad of his thumb, “Dirty girl.” He whispers in your ear. He’s really pushing for that second baby. 

~ 

After a few more hours at the park, your daughter finally starts to crash. She comes back from the playground in Bucky’s arms, her head on his shoulder as she yawns and rubs her eyes. “I think it’s time for her nap. Someone’s tired.” Bucky says, rubbing her back and only putting her closer to a nap. 

You pack everything up and the three of you walk back to the apartment, your hand in Bucky’s and your daughter fast asleep on his shoulder; a perfect little family. 

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Bucky Barnes Imagines - Look after you

AN: Requested by Anonymous - Bucky Barnes and ‘Look After You’ by The Fray - I hope you like my interpretation on it

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Summary: Bucky saves you from a mugger and you stay the night in his apartment

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: Man cornering woman in an alley, some violence, some strong language.

You felt the hairs stand up on the back of your neck as you turned your second right corner. 

The man who you thought might be following you, turned as well. 

You felt sick. 

What were you going to do? You didn't have your pepper spray on you and your phone had died at work. 

You felt like such an idiot but you didn’t expect to be put on a double shift. You were meant to finish at 6 not at close but Julie had called in sick whilst you were already on shift and you needed the money this week. 

You thought the corner you turned lead into another street but instead it was a long narrow alleyway. Your eyes searched your surroundings; you needed to find a way to get rid of your stalker. 

You clutched hold of your bag as you heard the footsteps behind you pick up and then you took a deep shaky breath. 

You took off. 

Your follower was chasing after you but you refused to turn around in fear of falling over at the speed you were sprinting. 

You felt a hand grab hold of your hair and yank you backwards. 

You let out a scream as you collided with the concrete. 

You scrambled around on the floor and managed to kick off your attacker. 

That’s when you heard it. 

The cock of the gun. 

Your attacker had stood back, aiming a small handgun at you. 

“Give me the purse and any other money you have on you.” The hooded man demanded. 

“I don't have any money on me.” You felt tears in your eyes as you felt a throbbing in your ankle. You must've twisted it when you were trying to get the attacker off you. 

Your attacker sent his foot into your ribs which made you cry out again. 

“Don’t play stupid with me, bitch!” Your attacker hissed. 

“Now that’s not a very nice way to treat a lady.” A different voice spoke up with  lay sarcasm and that’s when a rather large arm grabbed your attacker from behind him. 

You watched the mystery man throw your attacker against the wall, stripping him of the gun and landing a fist straight to his face. The attacker fell to the floor unconscious. 

“You alright?” Your saviour came towards you and helped you off the floor.

“T-thank you.” You were still in shock but could manage to thank the man. 

“Come on. This is my apartment building. You wanna call someone?” The man looked up at the building to your left and you nodded your head. 

“I’m Bucky.” Bucky finally introduced himself and you responded with your own name. 

When you tried to walk, Bucky noticed you wince and fall down slightly on your ankle. 

“I’m sure it’s just a sprain.” You whispered as he ducked down to help you. 

He wrapped your arm around him as he held you up and you hobbled beside him to the front door. 

You took the elevator up to his apartment and Bucky helped you inside. 

“I’m sorry, I haven’t got much furniture.” Bucky apologised as he sat you down on his couch. “I don’t get many visitors.”

You watched the man go over to his fridge-freezer and take out an ice pack. You noticed that he wore black gloves when he cracked it in his hands. 

Bucky told you to sit back on the couch and propped your leg up on his knee. Wrapping the ice pack around your ankle. 

“No bed?” You tried to make conversation as you looked around the small apartment. 

Beside the couch was some blankets and a pillow.

“I don’t sleep much.” Bucky muttered, his eyes flickering from your ankle to your eyes and back again. 

“Veteran?” You questioned. One of your old friends from your hometown had done a couple tours and always found a bed too soft after.

“How can you tell?” Bucky asked. 

“Bedsheets on the floor. My friend, Robin, he couldn’t sleep in a bed after his tour.” You explained as you shifted slightly under Bucky’s grip. 

“Did you want to call someone?” Bucky asked you after a moment of silence. 

“I only moved here a month ago. I don’t really have anyone to call.” You admitted quietly, slightly embarrassed at the fact the only reason you were up here was because you agreed to use the phone. 

Bucky looked up at you again momentarily. 

“You live round here?” Bucky asked. 

“A few blocks over.” You informed him. 

There was another silence. 

“I know I don’t know you... But... can I stay tonight? My apartment is kinda rough and I don’t know if I can sleep there tonight after...” You felt yourself getting worked up again thinking about your attacker. 

“I––” Bucky went to speak, pulling a face of uncertainty.

“I’ve leave straight away in the morning. I just... What if he wakes up and he knows where I live?” You pulled your arms around yourself as you started to overthink. 

“Um, you can sleep on the couch.” Bucky didn’t know how to say no when you looked so scared. 

Bucky rose to his feet, placing your ankle down on the floor gently. He walked over to a small cupboard and pulled out a blanket and some clothes. 

He handed you the blanket before awkwardly excusing himself to the bathroom. 

When he returned he was in a pair of jogging shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt. He still had the gloves on. 

“What’s up with the gloves?” You asked, purely out of curiosity. 

“Um...” Bucky looked down at his hands, “Uh, poor circulation.” He told you. 

He sat down on the floor where his own blanket was and then switched on the television. 

“I- uh- I can’t sleep without it.” Bucky didn’t look at you when he spoke.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, tucking yourself up on the couch. 

You wouldn’t usually stay at some random guys apartment with no knowledge of him but Bucky had a weird calming effect on you. You felt safe. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep but just as quickly as you fell, you were rudely awakened by a sudden screaming. 

You shot up, forgetting where you were for a minute before you heard the screaming again. 

You fell off the couch, crawling over to Bucky where he was writhing on the floor. 

He was covered in sweat and his shirt was soaked through. 

“Bucky!” You touched him lightly, “Bucky! Wake up!” You applied more pressure, shaking the man as his screaming pained your chest.

The man jolted upwards, his cries stopped when his eyes snapped opened. 

His hand grabbed your upper arm with a painfully tight grip. 

“Hey, it’s me.” You cupped his face, trying to get him to look at you. 

His breathing started to slow and his hand released when he caught your eyes.

“Hey...”You whispered, brushing his wet hair off his forehead. 

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s voice came out strangled and so you limped over to the sink and poured him some water. 

“Thanks.” Bucky took the water before he pulled his t-shirt off. That’s when you noticed his arm. 

It was metal. He must've suffered his loss during his time served. 

Bucky didn’t see you see him. 

“That must've been one hell of a dream.” You sat opposite him on the floor, crossing your legs over. Resting your sore ankle on top of your knee.

Bucky didn’t say anything. 

“It’s okay.” You assured him as you reached out and told hold of his hand. 

Bucky almost withdrew but when your skin was on his, he felt something wash up his arm. 

“Why are you being so nice? If the guy I was rooming with was screaming in the night I would’ve left.” Bucky tried to be light-hearted. You smiled weakly at the man. 

“You helped me. Only right, I do the same.” You explained. “Also, can’t exactly get far right now.” You reminded him of your ankle. 

Bucky smiled for the first time since you met him and you felt your heart flutter. 

“I’m sorry I woke you.” Bucky apologised again. 

“You can make it up to me with breakfast.” You squeezed his hand before hauling yourself up onto the small couch again. 

“And here I was wasting my time with online dating.” Bucky mumbled but you expect he didn’t mean for you to hear that last remark. 

AN: Hope you like it!

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagines #winter falcon #falcon and the winter soldier #the winter soldier #Sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagines #james buchanan barnes #imagines

[purrincesskittens]

Some pure indulgent fluff in my dragons atla universe slightly inspired by @muffinlance Scaled Over writing out how Bato comes into the possession of a little scaly Zuko still but I just had to get this fluff out first. Sorry for tagging you so often muffin you have inspired me to write again and actually finish something for once.

Zuko's scar isn't as bad over his eye it's larger though it covers more of the left side of his face and down his neck and across his shoulder. It's not as bad though it's second to third degree and will scar but not nearly as bad as it looks in canon like this but on a small child

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Bato was drifting between wakefulness and sleep wanting to go back to sleep unsure as to what woke him. His hammock rocked with the ship he was comfortable under his furs and blankets. They were almost home and just in time to beat the late season storm coming their way. He was almost asleep again when the baby in his arms sat up on his chest. After a moment of squirming little hands patted his face gently and cautiously to wake him. Giving a yawn and stretch Bato opened his eyes to look at the little one he held.

"Sorry." The 3 year old little boy whispers so softly Bato wouldn't have heard if he hadn't been holding the little one so close. "What's wrong buddy?" Bato asks as the kid squirmed again. "Umm." The little one grabbed at his front as he squirms in a matter Bato recognizes from Sokka who had just started potty training. "Need to go?" Bato sat up holding the boy to his chest as he did before unburrying them so he could swing his legs out of the hammock and set the boy down.

He knew what woke him now. The boy had been squirming for a while before waking Bato. The child was still very cautious about everything he did which angered Bato. The boy was barely 3 and was surprisingly very good about potty breaks although he did have accidents that caused him to break down in tears. Bato would love to murder the child's father. Not only was the man responsible for the large burn that covered the left side of the child's face and down his neck and shoulder but the man didn't seem to understand children. Didn't want the child to make loud noises and apparently yelled at every little thing the boy did.

Bato wasn't even a father but he was a damn proud uncle to Hakoda's kids and understood children were noisy and messy. He didn't have a high opinion of any servants hired to care for the boy either. None seemed to have had the patience for a young child struggling to be more mature then their age while still being a toddler. Standing up he guided the kid to use the bathroom yawning as he did. The boy finished with only a slight mishap at first not a big deal, he watched Sokka for Hakoda and Kya before he knew this could happen.

The boy looked at him like he expected to be hit or yelled at. "I missed." The boy whispered looking down at his bare feet. "Sorry." Bato had to close his eyes and count to ten silently so as not to show he was upset. Not at the little one but at the man the boy calls father. Kneeling he hugs the tiny thing to him before murmuring reassuringly. "It's okay accidents happen. You'll get better with time." He stood cleaning up the mess and then cleaned the child and himself up, using a clean wet cloth to whipe the boys face after to remove snot and tears.

Scooping him up he nuzzled the child's soft black hair with his nose. "Let's get a snack and then back to bed okay?" He got a nod in response as the little one tucked his head against his neck. Hakoda intercepted them after they had grabbed a few sea prunes yawning as he ruffled the child's hair causing the boy to squeak and hide his face against Bato's skin. "Midnight snack?" He questions his friend nodding to the half eaten prune in the toddlers hand. "Bathrrom visit first then snack as a reward for doing so good now back to bed." Bato explains bouncing the child in his arms gently to reassure him.

"I missed." Came the response from the half asleep bundle in the tribesman's arms. "That's okay Sokka, my son, misses alot too. It happens." The chief reassures the tiny thing who peaks at him with sleepy gold eyes. They eventually got back to bed with Bato settling the toddler in his arms under the furs and blankets.

The next day brought them into colder waters and icebergs appeared. The child stared with wide eyes from his place at the railing of the ship under the watchful eyes of the crew. As they traveled further south the more the ice grew bigger. It was early spring so the waters were barely safe enough to traverse meaning they had to slow down and take it easy. This also meant the icebergs appeared to be closer to the ship. Almost within touching distance it would seem. Or at least it seemed so to a tiny tot who had never seen icebergs before. One second he was standing by the railing, the next he's climbed up on the railing, and the second after that a little black dragon is launching himself across the distance little wings incapable of true flight, beating the air in an attempt at keeping him alight.

The ship lurched and a large blue dragon is grabbing the baby dragon in his teeth scuffing them and hauling them back on board the ship ignoring their whines of protest despite being a limp noodle hanging from Bato's jaws as he settles back in the middle of the deck depositing the little creature in front of them caging him with his claws so the little one can't scamper off.

The rest of the day is spent with a shaky noodle hiding in Bato's parka half because he got scolded for trying to jump off the ship to touch an iceberg half because he was cold. Aake's mutter suggestion about wing breaking had been overheard and the little one was terrified of him now. Bato hadn't liked that suggestion even if Aake wasn't completely serious.

"You need a name boy." Kustaa informs the child as he changes the bandages that cover half the boys face, neck and shoulder. "He has a name." Bato comments as he holds the boy still. "But he hasn't said what it is yet now has he? If he is staying he needs a name. We can't keep calling him boy now can we?" Cool salve is applied to the burn with gentle steady hands. Bato hums in response but thinks on what the healer said.

"If you don't want to tell me your name that's fine but since your starting a new life with us how about a proper water tribe name?" Bato asks the child as he carefully runs a brush through the boys hair. The little one practically purred in his lap as he pulled the brush through his thick black hair. "What do you think of Kanut? It means white polar bear goose." The boy scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "Yeah polar bear goose doesn’t suit you does it? Hmm how about Nanook?"

A little sneeze greeted this suggestion drawing a chuckle from the man. "No? Let's see then something that would suit you." Bato ran the brush once more through the toddlers hair before tying it up in a warriors wolf tail. "I know how about Tulugaq? For your raven hair." This last name earned a bright eye look. "Tulugaq it is then." Bato chuckles wrapping his arms around the newly dubbed Tulugaq giving him a hug.

Kustaa held Tulugaq in his arms as the crew ran around getting the ship ready as they drew closer to the South Pole and their village. Once they docked the ships would be unloaded and sleds packed up with supplies to be distributed among the various tribes and villages that made up the Southern Water Tribe enough to last the tribes to the summer when the traders came. Tulugaq only liked Kustaa and Bato primarily although he was growing used to the chief. Hakoda had been spending time with Bato while the little one hide under Bato's clothes or clung to him.

Bato had been named the boys guardian and new dad in everything but name. It had been agreed upon that if his mother came looking for him and proved to be trust worthy she would be welcomed by the tribe or allowed to take her son, the boys father would never get him back and would never lay another hand on the boy. Finally Bato came over scooping his new son up into his arms. "Welcome to the Southern Water Tribe, Tulugaq."

#gift fic #gift for Muffinlance #scaled over #scaled over inspired #inspired by muffinlance #inspired by scaled over #baby zuko #ACCIDENTAL BABY ACQUISITION #kinda #More like Bato took one look and asked “Is anyone gonna parent this?” And didn’t wait for an answer #atla fanfic #atla zuko #atla #atla dragons #atla dragon au #dragon au #dragon!zuko #dragon!bato #dad bato #bato adopts zuko #this may turn into a series #atla bato #Zuko's scar is larger because he is smaller and he squirmed when he got bruned so the fire wasn't centered directly over his eye #avatar the last airbender

[the-cult-of-russo]

Biggest regret (part 3)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: So many of you guys love this story and I love it. Thank you guys 😊

So this one really went off on a tangent and it's longer than I thought. But I didn't wanna rush this and I'm enjoying this story. So he doesn't meet his kid yet, that's in the next part that I'm writing right now. Then there will be another part that I've got in mind too.

Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness, fluff kinda, emotional Billy.

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Delilah cooed happily where she was perched in a little rocker seat. It was vibrant pinks and yellows with a bar along the top and little stuffed animal shapes dangling off it that she swatted with her chubby hands. 

You were cleaning. Stress cleaning to be precise. Ever since you got that letter from Billy you'd felt out of sorts. You really hadn't expected it. You'd spent the better half of the start of your pregnancy thinking he'd come to his senses. That he'd turn up and say sorry or even call or text. But by the end of the pregnancy you realised you'd asked too much of him. That maybe you didn't know him as well as you thought. 

It had been a bitter pill to swallow having him just walk out of your lives like that. Your pregnancy hadn't been easy by any means and that only made it harder. You had no family, no real friends. You'd been completely alone. Every time you ended up at hospital the nurses took pity on you. Seeing you so sick with no visitors or help. It had been hard. 

Since Delilah could return home, one of your neighbours in your complex had taken to helping you. Louise was a woman in her 60s and before now you'd only ever seen her in passing with a murmured hello. But seeing you struggle as a single mother, she'd taken you under her wing and helped you immensely. 

You had to work from home since you had the baby. The time off with unpaid maternity leave when she was born and was sick had set you back quite a bit and now you were struggling. You'd had to leave your job since there was no way you could do it from home and you didn't have child care or the money to do it. And honestly, after having Delilah, the overwhelming urge to keep her safe was shocking. You didn't really want to leave her with someone you didn't know. It had been hard for you to agree to it with Louise who would occasionally have her for an hour or two so you could catch a break. And she was literally only next door which eased your mind a little. 

Now you were doing proofreading and transcription work from home and it didn't exactly pay great. You got by though and you made do with what you had. You just didn't expect things to go this way. You still remember when you found out you were pregnant and told Billy. It had been a huge shock to you and despite the nagging feeling that this was how it would end, you stupidly hoped it would be different. 

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You sat on the bed, the test in your hands as the two pink lines glared at you. You were pregnant. You had a baby in your belly. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You and Billy weren't even super serious. There were feelings involved but neither of you mentioned it. Opting instead to pretend they weren't there. You were scared if you told him you loved him that he'd run for the hills and he was scared of feeling anything at all. 

You'd been 'together' for nearly two years. You weren't officially boyfriend and girlfriend, there were no labels slapped on you both. But everyone knew you were his and he was yours and it worked just fine. But now there was a baby. Now things got serious way quicker than you expected and you were terrified. 

You weren't ready to be a mom. You'd never put much thought into having kids and you didn't know how to be a mother. You'd have a tiny human that depended on you to keep them safe and loved. How the fuck would you manage that? And then there was Billy. You'd have to tell him and you felt sick with worry about how he would react. 

You knew about his childhood, you knew pretty much everything about each other. He'd never known love as a child and you hoped that would mean it would force him to want to be there and be a good dad. But you knew him well enough to have the worry that it would have the opposite effect and he'd freak out. 

He'd been at work and you'd been at his place. You didn't live with him, you still had your own place. But you stayed there most nights or he would be at yours. You never spent a night away from each other. 

You heard the front door open and close and you felt a wave of dread settle over you. Like an ice cold blanket snaking around your entire body as it squeezed. You had to tell him. You had to hope he would be okay with this. You knew you'd keep the baby regardless. Despite only knowing for literal minutes, you cared about this baby. This baby was a piece of you and a piece of Billy. There was no way you couldn't keep them.

"Hey, sweetheart! I'm home!" You heard him call from the living room. You swallowed thickly as you stood on shaky legs, stuffing the test in the pocket of your hoodie. You made your way to the living room as he shucked off his jacket. He looked handsome as always and he flashed you a warm smile when he saw you. But it fell when he took in your anxiety induced state.

"What's wrong?" He asked carefully, black eyes scanning over you like he was checking if you were hurt. Your throat tightened as you felt your eyes prickle and you willed the tears away. 

"Uh… you should sit down. We need to talk," you murmured softly. He frowned, tilting his head as he regarded you.

"Sounds ominous," he replied dryly. He complied though and moved to sit on the sofa. You opted to stay standing near the coffee table.

Your whole body felt like it was shaking and you felt in your bones that this was the moment where everything would change. Either for better or worse, but change was coming and it hurt your heart. You needed to just tell him, get it over with. You inhaled a shaky breath as you looked at him. His face was etched in concern and he was patient with you, watching all the emotions pass over your face.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted, grabbing the test from your pocket and handing it to him. His eyes almost popped out of his head and he grabbed the test, staring at it. You couldn't get a good read on his face other than the surprise and you didn't like that. He was staring at it hard and you knew he was deep in thought. That cold dread came back and sunk its claws into you. 

Suddenly, he tossed the test on the coffee table, springing out of his seat and moving around to the back of the couch like he wanted to get far away from you.

"No," he frowned. You blinked dumbly at him for a moment as your eyes burned.

"No?" You asked softly. His dark eyes pinned you in place then. For a brief moment you saw utter pain and complete panic, eyes glassy with unshed tears. But then all emotion left his face, left his eyes, and it felt like a punch to the gut. You'd seen that look on his face before but never directed at you. 

"I'm not… I can't do this. I don't want a kid," he said coldly. The lump in your throat got bigger as you nodded. What else could you say? You could cry and scream and fight but what was the use? Part of you expected this although you hoped for something else. You couldn't force him to stick around. If he wanted out then you had no choice but to let him. 

You felt tears slip down your face as you glared at the floor, lower lip quivering. You couldn't look at him. The pain you felt was unbearable. Pain for yourself for losing him, pain at how cold he was being, and pain for your baby for having a dad that didn't want them. Did Billy even realise he was continuing the cycle of his own upbringing? 

You felt his eyes burning into you but you couldn't look. You had so many things you wanted to say but they all caught on the lump in your throat. Without a word, he grabbed his jacket and left, slamming his door behind him so loud you jumped. You sobbed then, moving to curl up on the sofa as you let it all out. He was gone. You'd have to do this all alone and you missed him already despite him leaving you like this. 

You were unsure of how long you lay on his sofa sobbing your heart out until your phone chimed with a message. Stupidly you thought it was Billy saying sorry. It was Billy, but he definitely wasn't apologising.

'I'll be back in two hours. Pack all your shit and be gone before I get home. Don't contact me again.' 

You felt a surge of anger and bitterness seep into you then. You thought he'd cared. Never had he told you how he felt about you but he acted like he cared. Introduced you to the Castle's, his family. But clearly you were wrong. His message was loud and clear. You didn't respond, there was no need. He wanted to never hear from you again and that was fine. You packed anything of yours and left within an hour, your heart heavy with pain, hurt and anger. 

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When you got his letter, at first you were angry. You wanted to be petty. Wanted to ignore it or send him one back telling him to go fuck himself. But you'd looked at your daughter then with her sweet smile and her dad's eyes and you couldn't. Because despite what he'd done, she deserved her dad. 

You hadn't responded to the letter right away. Two weeks you kept reading it and coming to terms with all the emotions it brought you. You knew you still cared about him even after what he'd done. You couldn't help it. But his letter sounded so sincere and the self loathing in his words tugged at your heart. He'd fucked up big time, but he was trying to fix it. Billy was a proud man and you knew it took him a lot to reach out to you. You wanted Delilah to get to know her dad and wanted her to have a relationship with him. 

You had a lot to work through and you and Billy would need some serious talks to be able to co-parent properly, but you'd do it for Delilah. There wasn't a thing in the world you wouldn't do for that girl. 

So you'd replied and now you've been waiting for his call. You were full of nerves and you could taste the emotions lingering from the day he left in the back of your throat. You felt like you were in some kind of limbo. 

After stress cleaning for a bit and looking after Delilah, you sat on the sofa with the TV on low as she snoozed in her little seat. You felt lucky she was such a chill baby. The pregnancy and birth had been harder to deal with and you thought having her would be difficult but it hadn't been that hard for you. Louise kept telling you that you had natural maternal instincts and that you'd picked it up easily. 

You tried to pay attention to the screen when your phone buzzed from your pocket. Your heart skipped a beat as you got it out. It was a number you didn't recognise and your breath started coming in shorter because you knew just who it would be.

"Hello?" Your voice shook a little as you answered and you heard a soft sigh on the other end. 

"Hey, Y/N, it's Billy," his voice was smooth like always but it sounded off. A little raw. 

"You got my letter then," you murmured. You rolled your eyes at yourself for stating the obvious but you didn't know what else to say. Never had it been so stilted and awkward to talk to Billy. 

"Yeah… and I know you asked me to really think about it, so I did. And I wanna be there. I'd like to… I'd like to meet her if I can," he sounded apprehensive and you wondered if he thought that you'd reject him even after telling him in the letter you wanted them to meet. 

"Okay… I'd like to meet up with you first. We have a lot to talk about that needs dealing with before you meet her," you said firmly. This you wouldn't budge on. There was a lot of unresolved tension and feelings around you both and one quick meeting with him wouldn't fix that, but you wanted to clear some air before he came to meet Delilah so it wasn't completely tense. You also wanted to make sure he really was 100% with this or you wouldn't allow it to happen. You wouldn't let her get hurt. 

"Yeah, I'll do… anything you need. Whatever you want," he answered quickly. You nodded even though he couldn't see it, happy that he wasn't fighting you on it. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to take this seriously which was good.

"Right… uh… I can… I can meet you today. The diner down the street from my place? About 6pm?" You asked softly. You heard him sniffle a bit down the phone and you started to wonder if he'd come up with an excuse about work. You knew he worked late a lot. 

"Yeah, that's fine. I'll be there," he said resolutely. This was a good start already.

"I'll see you then, bye Billy," you murmured. 

"Bye, Y/N," he replied softly. You hung up and blew out a breath, your shaking hands gripping your phone. You hadn't heard his voice in over a year and it had your heart hammering away against your ribcage. You still loved him but the love was tainted with pain and betrayal. You'd have to stuff it down for the sake of your daughter. 

You didn't bother to change out of your jeans, boots, tee and hoodie and after asking Louise if she could look after Delilah for a bit, you set off out. You'd told Louise everything. She already knew what happened with Billy and you'd even let her read his letter. While she wasn't happy he'd walked away in the first place, she was happy he was trying to step up now. You were glad she was supporting you with this. 

You got to the diner five minutes early and fully expected to have to wait. But when you got inside, Billy was already sitting in a booth. He looked shit scared and his fingers drummed on the table restlessly. As you approached, his head snapped up. So many emotions crossed his face as he looked at you that you couldn't keep up with them. But when it settled on heartbreak you felt your own squeeze painfully in your chest. 

He stood up as you got to the table and there was an awkward moment where you both looked at each other. He looked tired. He had dark rings around his eyes and his usually perfect hair was a little dishevelled. He had on casual clothes and his leather jacket. He took a step closer like he was going to hug you and you stepped back without thinking. His face fell a little and he nodded, the movement stiff but he seemed to understand you weren't ready for it. 

He moved to sit down and you sat opposite him. It was so tense you could cut the air with a knife and you didn't even know where to start. The waitress came over then and gave you both a bright smile and you both ordered coffee. Once she was gone the tense atmosphere was back.

"I'm sorry," Billy muttered brokenly. Your eyes looked up at him then and he was staring at you with shiny eyes. Your throat constricted and you cleared it.

"Billy-" you started with a frown. He cut you off though.

"I know… I know I'm the biggest asshole out there. I don't deserve you sittin' here or givin' me a chance. But I want you to know that… I thought about you and the baby… Delilah… every damn day. And I-I hated myself for walkin' away. And I can't take back what did, but I can be better. I want to be better. And I'm sorry I hurt you and I'm sorry I left. But I'm serious when I say I wanna be here. You said I'm in or out and I want in. And I swear, I fuckin' swear that I'll prove to you I'm a better man," he said imploringly, leaning his forearms on the table as he watched you. 

You blinked at him, collecting your emotions as the waitress came over with the coffees. She didn't linger, sensing the heaviness of whatever was happening in your booth. 

"I'm glad you're here, Billy. And it's gonna take work for us to… to be okay around each other. But Delilah is the focus here and you deserve to have a relationship with her. You're her dad," you said softly. He sneered, not at you but himself, as he shook his head.

"No… no I'm not. I haven't been there. Sure she's mine, my DNA, my blood, but… I walked out. I left you, I left her and you both needed me. I'm not a dad, not yet. But I'll do whatever it takes to show you I'm worthy of bein' her dad," his voice shook yet was also firm and you knew in your heart he meant his words. It settled you a bit to know he really was serious about this. 

"I'll be honest… part of me expected to come here and you wouldn't be ready. That you were talking shit for whatever reason. But I believe you. I wish it hadn't taken this long but I'm glad you're here now, Billy. It's been… so fucking hard doing this alone," your hands were around your cup and you stared at them as you spoke, your voice quiet among the light buzz in the diner. 

You heard his breathing hitch and looked at him again. His fists were clenched and his head was lowered which made it hard to read his face. His whole body was tense and you were about to open your mouth to ask if he was okay when you noticed his shoulders shaking slightly. Oh. 

He sucked in a breath as a broken sob left his lips and it ripped a hole right through your chest. Now matter what he'd done, seeing him this way was jarring. You'd seen many sides to Mr Billy Russo and you'd even seen him cry before. But he looked so worn down and broken and it hurt you even if it was his own fault. 

His elbows resting on the table, he brought his hands up and rested his head on them as he openly sobbed. You never thought you'd see the day that Lieutenant Russo cried in a public space but he seemed beyond caring. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stood and moved to his side. You slid into the booth next to him as your own eyes welled up and you reached out a shaky hand to stroke the back of his neck. He tensed at first like he hadn't even noticed you'd moved which was startling given how perceptive he was about everything around him. But then he relaxed and moved his face from his hands and turned to look at you. Tears were streaming down his face and he looked younger and vulnerable. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he didn't hesitate to bury his face in your neck as his own arms held you tightly. You stroked his hair softly, trying to soothe him a little. You couldn't help it. Maybe it was that maternal instinct that always hated when someone was upset around you or maybe it was just the fact that no matter what happened, you did still care.

"It's okay, Billy," you whispered through your own tears. He shook his head where it was still pressed against your now damp neck.

"No it's not. I fucked up. I shoulda been there," his voice was muffled and broken with his soft sobs that were slowly easing and you held him a little tighter. 

"You did fuck up but you're here now and that's what matters," you murmured. You pulled away and he let you go reluctantly as he sniffled and looked down. You reached up and wiped his cheeks with your hoodie sleeves and then he looked at you. 

"We can't change the past, Billy. Yeah, you messed up, and yeah it hurt me. But you already missed out on so much and that's a punishment in itself. Things aren't gonna be easy and it'll take time for us to heal, but you're here now and Delilah needs you. That's what matters," you uttered, hands falling from his face. 

He sniffled again as he nodded, his obsidian gaze searching your face like he was looking for something. 

"I don't… I don't have the words because thank you doesn't even come close. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you helpin' me out and I don't deserve Delilah. I didn't really think I'd hear from you and now here you are, fuckin' comforting me in a diner when it should be the other way around," he lamented with a frown. 

"I don't like seeing you cry," you shrugged with a weak smile as your hands toyed with the sleeves of your hoodie. He gave you a small smile back as he nodded. A silence settled over you both then and it was slightly awkward. You knew he was probably embarrassed and also still beating himself up. Once upon a time you'd be glad to know how hard he was being on himself over this. But seeing him like this was painful. 

There were still a lot of things to sort through with the pair of you but they weren't the priority. The first and most important thing was him establishing a relationship with his daughter. You figured in time things would get easier with him and he seemed dead set on being here now. And you could see the genuine remorse for walking away so you knew he was serious. 

"I should go. But uh…" you murmured as you stood from the booth, Billy following suit. 

"You can… you can meet her tomorrow if you'd like? I could… I don't know, make dinner for us all? You could come by my place and meet her before dinner?" You suggested, voice laced with uncertainty. His face lit up then even with his slightly damp cheeks and shiny eyes. His smile was bright even if it was hesitant. 

"I'd really like that," he nodded as he gazed down at you. 

"Okay… good. Uh… come by around 5?" It still felt awkward between you and you hated it. It used to be so easy between the two of you. 

 "I will… thank you, Y/N," he murmured sincerely. You nodded and gave him a little smile. He stepped forward and this time you didn't step back. The hug didn't last long but it took you back to a time when things were good with the pair of you. Where you felt safe in his strong arms surrounded by his calming scent. It sent a pang through your chest. You hugged him back before he moved away and you gave him another nod before you left. 

By the time you were walking in your complex you had tears down your cheeks. It had been hard to see him after everything. Hard to see him such a mess too. You had that feeling, the same one you did the day you found out you were pregnant. That things were changing, this was a turning point. Only this time it was a good one. 

It was hard to wrap your head around after all this time that he'd be there. Of course there would be a period of adjustment where he got to know his daughter, but eventually he'd be parenting just like you. It was a strange feeling to comprehend that you wouldn't be alone in this anymore. 

Seeing him and speaking to him, it had eased some of the bitterness that you'd held for him. Not completely but quite a bit. You couldn't hold onto the anger and pain of the past, not when Delilah needed this. You'd never be able to go back and redo how things happened but you could close that chapter and start a new one. One where Billy was actually around and your daughter had a dad. Despite the nerves for the dinner the next day, you were also a little excited and hopeful. 

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with��

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks      

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #yamaguchi x reader #hinata x reader #yachi x reader #tsukishima fluff #kageyama fluff #yamaguchi fluff #hinata fluff #yachi fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu karasuno #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios

[shyflameweasel]

Itsy Bitsy

I remember a couple different people drew a spider Hank awhile ago and I really liked the concept. 

This was not a situation that you had expected to find yourself in. Honestly, if there was an ‘expect a giant man spider’ warning you’d have to wonder at their sanity. Although this is Nevada that we’re talking about so maybe you should have believed that that could be completely possible.

Which led to your situation of being face to face with the red goggles of said man spider.

Let's turn back the clock slightly as to how you got yourself into this situation. It was another normal day spent savaging for some much needed supplies. Bullets aplenty but you couldn’t eat those now could you? Well you could but that wouldn’t be nutritious in the slightest So you were just looking for something edible.

The hot dog vendors were always a delight to meet but you didn’t have anything to pay them with currently. That fantasy of biting into a delicious hot dog would have to wait for another time. Unfortunately.

You checked the area around your current camp, which surprise surprise, turned out to be barren. A definite sign that you needed to find yourself a new place to live again. Ready to pack up for the night and head back to your tent emptyhanded, you spotted something in the distance. It was a bit too far to clearly see what it was.

So against any sane judgement, you decided to check it out. A faint smell of something familiar was carried by the weak breeze. As you got closer both the smell and the sight started to become clear. There was a lump of...something lying on the ground with the smell of blood coming from it. Most likely, you had just found some poor sap that got their ticketed punched.

You hesitated to get closer but with your lack of supplies checking the stiff for anything helpful was necessary. That didn’t help the unease that you felt though. Something seemed off about the body. Maybe it was one of those MAGs you heard about? It was definitely larger than the average person.

Making it to the body, you could tell that whoever it used to be would without a doubt be far larger than you. With all that black they had to have worked for the AAHW, why else would they be dressed like that. That pit in your stomach hadn’t disappeared at all as you were walking up to the corpse as something still didn’t seem right with it. Pulling your head back from the clouds, you reached a hand forward to start checking what they had.

Only to get your wrist caught in the steel grip of the not-so-dead dead guy.

“Shit!” you jumped, pulling your hand back. It didn’t budge in the slightest. Oh that wasn’t good. And it got even better when the not corpse sluggishly got to their feet and you were lifted at least a foot off the ground. And the icing on the proverbial cake was that you knew who this person was. You’d have to be either completely insane or living under a rock to not know Nevada’s most wanted.

Lifting you higher, you were face to face with the man. “Uh...hi?” you stumbled out. You could see your life flashing before your eyes as you looked into those red lenses. Except...a moment later you were dropped to the ground as the man collapsed. Rubbing at your stinging backside, you looked back over to the boogieman. When you were grabbed, you thought that blood smell was from his previous victims. Maybe you were partially right but right on his side was a large gash oozing bright red blood.

Taking your chance, you jumped up and ran back in the direction of your camp. Panting and out of breath, you counted yourself lucky. Not many people met the murder machine and came out alive. But...that gash looked pretty bad and you had no clue how he’d even gotten to your little corner of this hellscape. It didn’t matter, you were far away and safe. But...

Your mind spun back and forth for a while. “Can’t believe I’m about to do this. Thought I still had more common sense than this.” Grabbing what medical supplies you could and an extra blanket you sprinted back to where the downed killer was.

Finding him, he looked about the same as when you left. Moving towards where you hoped his line of vision was, you held up the supplies. Carefully stepping closer earned you a sharp hiss that made you jump. “Easy there big guy, I’m just here to help.” Finally close enough you were able to get a better look at the gash. It was gnarly and you didn’t really have all that much to work with. Not to mention that you were pretty certain that he would not let you remove his jacket enough to wrap it. But you didn’t really have a choice, you had nothing else big enough for an injury like that.

So, mustering up the courage, you looked back into their face. “You’re okay big guy. I just need to lift up your jacket for a bit,” lifting the bandages so they were easily seen “otherwise you’re gonna bleed out.” You could see the gears turning in how they tilted their head. A small eternity passed before they let out a grunt. Taking that as confirmation, you lifted the bottom of his jacket to get to work.

That’s when you noticed something else. Everything you’d heard about Hank, while somewhat farfetched, all said that they were a normal grunt (or as normal as someone like Hank could be). Well...that obviously wasn’t the case right now cause the lower half of their torso was what you would see on a spider. Large (butt?) bodied and eight legged. Did...was he turned into this? Pushing that thought to the side, you grabbed a clean rag and some rubbing alcohol.

With careful hands and gentle touches you wiped away the blood as you spoke softly, narrating what you were doing in between nonsensical words. Thankfully, the wound looked a lot worse than what it actually was. Not to say that it wasn’t bad but at the very least you wouldn’t have to sew it at all, you didn’t know if the manspider? grunt would tolerate being jabbed over and over. Reaching for the bandages you took a quick glance upwards towards their face. It was hard to tell what was going through their mind but you could tell that they were watching your every move. Makes sense, you’d be wary too of the stranger that found you bleeding out somewhere in Nevada.

You had to lean over them to get bandages around to the other side of their torso. All the while keeping up the stream of words, not really knowing anymore if you were talking for their benefit or their own. Finishing, you leaned back from Hank. They were still bloody (and apparently a spider) but they looked marginally better than they had before. “All right there big guy. You’re all patched up and ready to be on your merry way.” 

There was no reply, so you took the chance to look up at the living nightmare. Chest steadily rising and falling. Was...was he asleep? A soft whistling sound confirmed that theory. The man was out like a light. Grabbing the blanket and carefully draping it over him, or just generally from his hips to his shoulders cause that holey blanket of yours would not be able to cover the spidery bits.

Gathering up your supplies you took one final look at Hank before turning around towards the direction of your base. Hopefully your ‘good deed’ wouldn’t be the death of you.

You returned back to the area the next day and found nothing, blanket and grunt gone. The only sign of anyone being there were a line of dots(?) through the dirt. Nevada was a big place, the likely hood of meeting again were slim. But just in case you got your stuff packed.

Definitely did not expect to be dropped upon sometime later by said spider man dragging you into a webby cavern. After that heart attack inducing moment you realized they were holding out some medical supplies and gesturing to a cut on their arm. Guess you’re now a spider doctor or whatever its called. At least you got a sweet new silky blanket out of the deal even if its a bit weird of where it came from.

Soon after that little experience, you noticed them appearing now and again at whatever area you made into your next temporary base. He seemed to like you and once you got past how terror-inducing they could be you enjoyed the visit. Whenever they had some free time or a mission in the area they would pop by for a visit or some medical assistance. Which eventually turned into spending time together. The assassin didn’t talk much if at all, but you did find out what happened to him which was a plus. It had taken them awhile to get used to walking with eight legs and the vision issues. You did love the purr-hiss sound Hank would make when you found out that scratching beneath his chin would have him melt into a puddle of affection.

#madness combat #hank j. wimbleton

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Learn to Skate - Alex Morgan x Hockey!Reader

Prompt: Alex Morgan imagine with Charlie where Alex had Charlie before her and the reader started dating but think of the reader as her other mom as well? Plus the reader plays hockey and Alex and Charlie (if couple members of the team as well) shows up to a game to support the reader , Alex and Charlie is also wearing the readers jersey (with the number 29) please?

Note: I aged Charlie a little for this one. 

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Y/N said out of nowhere while both women packed for their respective team camps.

Both women would be in Boston for the next two weeks with their national teams, Y/N for hockey and Alex for soccer. Y/N would be playing at the end of the first week, Alex at the end of the second.

“I feel like I should be concerned about that,” Alex hesitated.

“And now I feel like I should be offended your concerned.”

Alex just rolled her eyes at her girlfriend, staring at her, waiting for her to continue.

“It’s time for Charlie to learn to skate.”

“She’s only three!”

“She can stand, kind of, so she can learn to skate,” Y/N shrugged, grinning.

“First of all, she will be playing soccer before she will be playing hockey. Second, she’s only three!”

“That doesn’t count, you said three twice,” Y/N rolled her eyes, “besides, that’s the perfect time to learn. She’s young, bones are nice and pliable.”

“You are not helping your argument!” Alex looked shocked at Y/N.

“I’m kidding!” Y/N said with a laugh, “I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

Alex just continued to watch Y/N, Y/N just looked back.

“So, you’re saying, if Charlie happened to end up with a pair of skates, she wouldn’t be allowed to break them in?”

“No!”

“Alright, good talk,” Y/N nodded, slowly making her way to the bedroom door. “On an unrelated note, I’m just going to get check Charlies bag is packed for camp.”

“You were trying to sneak skates into her bag, weren’t you?” Alex questioned.

“They were a gift from my sponsor! I’ll put them in my equipment bag, when you change your mind, we can test then out.”

“When I change my mind?” Alex repeats.

“Yea, we both know you can’t say no to me and Charlie,” Y/N grinned, shooting Alex a wink as she walked out of the room.

For the next week Alex did her best to keep Y/N involved with Charlie while they both stayed at separate hotels. The couple made sure they facetimed every night, Y/N saying goodnight to Charlie before Alex would put her to bed.

“What do you have on their munchkin?” Y/N asked Charlie the night before her game.

“Jersey!” Charlie shouted into the phone, while seated on Alex’s lap. Charlie was wearing a slightly too big blue and white jersey, a large smile on her face.

“Oddly enough, a box with a couple jerseys like this was left with one of our staff today,” Alex said with a grin and faux confusion.

“Hmm, that is odd,” Y/N said coyly.

“Mama jersey!” Charlie repeated, not liking being left out of the conversation.

“That’s a cool jersey! You going to wear it to hockey tomorrow?” Y/N asked, already aware Alex would be coming her game with Charlie and a few other players.

“Yes!”

“She wants to sleep in it,” Alex roller her eyes.

“She’s gotta ready for hockey! Right Kiddo?” Y/N teased.

“Ready for hockey!” Charlie mimicked Y/N.

“Do not encourage her! She needs to go to sleep soon,” Alex warned.

“No sleep, hockey!” Charlie argued.

“The faster you go to sleep, faster you can go to hockey Munchkin,” Y/N suggested.

Charlie scrambled off Alex’s lap to lay under her blankets.

“Looks like we are going to sleep now,” Alex laughed at her daughter pretending to be asleep, still clad in her new hockey jersey.

“Looks like it,” Y/N laughed too. “Goodnight Charlie!” Y/N spoke up for the little girl to hear.

“Night Mama!”

“There should be another jersey for her in the box, and one for you too.”

The women said goodnight, Alex needing to finish getting Charlie ready for bed before the little girl really did fall asleep.

Alex spent the next day keeping her daughter busy until it was time to go to Y/N’s hockey game in the afternoon. The little girl had slept in her jersey, refusing to take it off the next morning as well. Proudly wearing it to the team breakfast, telling all the soccer players about her Mama the hockey player. Of course, they all already had met Y/N, many planning on coming to the game in the evening as well.

“Watcha wearing the goober?” Emily asked as she ran into the banquet room.

“Mama jersey!” Charlie yelled.

“Mamas hockey jersey?” Lindsey asks.

“Yes! Gonna watch Mama play!”

“Cool! We are too!” Emily matched the girls excitement.

Charlie froze, stunned at the prospect of someone else coming with her and her Mom to be going to her Mama’s game. Lindsey scooped the girl up under her arms, pressing her above her head.

“You bet! We are leaving right now.”

The team were all spread throughout the box while the game played on the ice below. Charlie disappointed because she was too far to see which one her Mama was. Several of the soccer players taking turns keeping Charlie off the railing, preventing her from falling.

“That mama?” Charlie asked again, point to a random player on the ice again.

“You gotta look for her number goober,” Emily explained. “Look for the number like mom’s, it needs a big two and a big nine” she motioned to the back of Alex’s matching jersey.

Charlie stared at Alex’s jersey, trying to memorize what it looked like to find the matching one on the ice. She shifted her attention to the ice, focused on finding her Mama’s jersey. Her focus remaining on the ice the entire game, determined to see Y/N as much as she could.

Unlike soccer, they couldn’t make their way to the ice after the game. They were able to go to the tunnels just before the game would finish to see some of the players. Alex struggling to keep Charline in her grasp as they made their way down.

The group made it under the stands just as the game ended. Alex kept her hands on Charlies shoulders as the players made their way in.

“Mama jersey!” Charlie shouted, finally seeing the bright blue jersey with the number “29” on the back.

“Hey you! I have a jersey like that!” Y/N made her way over, still in her full equipment.

Alex finally let Charlie rush over to Y/N, who immediately took off to meet Y/N, jumping into her.

Y/N awkwardly knelt down, leaning her weight on stick as Charlie stepped to stand on the toes of her skates.

Charlie grabbed at Y/N jersey, stretching it towards her own to see that they’re the same.

Alex made her way to the pair, Y/N standing up the place a quick kiss to her lips.

“Great game babe,” Alex kissed her again.

“Did you hear us cheer mama?” Charlie asked, looking up from her stance on Y/N’s skates.

“Of course I heard you cheering Munchkin!”

Charlie lifted her feet on the skates, testing the durability. Y/N matched the motions, lifting her feet with Charlies. The little girl giggling at the action. She hopped off, kneeling down to inspect the skates closer. Cautious of the small hands at her feet, Y/N kept as still as she could.

Alex watched on as Charlie tugged at the laces and poked the hard toes.

“You guys allowed back out on the ice?”

Y/N’s head shot towards the soccer player.

“If it means what I think you mean, then yes!” Y/N said excited.

Alex just nodded.

“Hey munchkin, you want to try on your own skates?”

Charlie shot up, jumping up and down in place.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Alright, you, lets go get some on and test them out!”

Y/N reached down to hold Charlies hand and lead her to the change room.

A few minutes later the duo came out of the change room, slowly walking along as Charlie tested the skates under her feet, Y/N walking behind holding both of her hands. Y/N having taken off most of her equipment, leaving her jersey on

Alex snapped several pictures as they waddled towards the ice.

Y/N stepped onto the ice first, turning and letting Charlie take tentative step on the ice.

Alex nervously watched from the bench as the Y/N skate backwards, pulling Charlie by her hands. Her heart swelling as she watched them skate in matching jerseys, her own still on.

Finally, the pair made their way back to the boards, Y/N lifted Charlie up to sit on the edge while she excitedly told Alex all about skating.

Lindsey and Emily both quietly taking pictures of the small family, all in matching number 29 jerseys.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines