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yawntutsyip · 1 year

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AN: I felt bad that I deleted this story 😭, I lost all motivation for writing it and I didn’t realize that people actually liked it 🙏😔 forgive me. I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m gonna do for the plot so I think I came up with something I like so hopefully it will go good. I also fixed some grammar mistakes and spelling errors so hopefully it’s all good now mb if there still some

Context: Your father had fallen sick causing you and your mother, along with your father, to move villages. Needing help from the Tsahìk. Ronal discovers that you were interested in learning about herbs and healing she began to take you under he wing teaching you everything she knew as if you were the Tsahìk in training. After she and Tonowari learns that you haven't been able to make friends thought the years you've been in the village she (forces) suggest that you hang out with Ao'nung and his friends hopping that will help.

Ngaytxoa: Sorry , Apologies

Nari si skxawng: watch out moron

Za'u : come here

Kaltxi sa'nu, sempul : Hello mother, father

'itetsyìp : a name for daughter

Mawey: calm down

Irayo: thank you, thanks

Fnu: be quiet

I see you | Chapter One

As (Y/N) grew up she could tell something was wrong with her father, Every week it seemed that he had gotten weaker and weaker.

It had gotten so bad he eventually was on permanent bed rest having to be cared for by her mother at all times.

Having such a close bond with her parents she never left their side unless she had to run an errand for her mother.

Through the years of being by her mother's side and the frequent healers that could come and help, she began to study and learn from them

Taking mental notes and practicing in her own time she learned what things mixed with what, and what you should and shouldn’t use.

It was the only thing that kept the little girl's mind off of the terrible situation.

As time continued to pass, on (Y/N)’s 12th birthday just when it had seemed like everything was getting better and her father had seemed like he was healing just fine

It seemed to immediately shoot back down and he had fallen ill once again now even worse.

His body turned immune to the medicine that he was given.

The girl's mother was deeply frustrated and in pain from seeing her mate in this state.

Her mother began to shut down, hardly talking to anyone and never leaving her mate's side. Focused on one thing which was taking care of her mate, making sure he was getting the help he needed.

When (Y/N) tried talking with her mother she would only reply in short responses. It hurt the poor girl, she now finds herself wishing she had a mother again.

Soon enough the healers decide to talk your mom into traveling to the nearby village where they had more healers and the Tsahik that was able to see what was exactly going on.

It did not take long for your mother to decide on an answer and immediately began packing up bags. (Y/N) could not complain and only helped her mom pack.

Traveling to the village took about a day and by the time the family arrived in Awa’atlu, it was night.

The only light sources were the torches that were scattered around the Marui huts, the bioluminescent plants in the water, and the bright stars that were shining above.

(Y/N) was swimming on an ilu next to her mother who was on her skimwing with your father laid in front of her.

When they had come into the village's view, a loud horn reached their ears announcing their arrival as they continued to move closer.

Finally, they reached the land and immediately her father was carried away by some men, which (Y/N) would assume they were taking him to the healing hut. Her mother quickly followed shortly leaving (Y/N) all by herself.

The little girl stood there unsure of what to do, her mother and father were out of view so there was no way she would be able to find them without getting lost, this village was much bigger than her previous one.

Tears begin to cloud over her eyes piling up, threatening to spill down her aqua cheeks.

This whole journey she tried to put a strong face for her mother and father, she knew they were already dealing with a lot and didn’t want to worry them.

But once her parents were out of sight, that wall that she so bravely built up slowly began to break down.

Tears were now sliding down her face as they dropped into the sand below.

A gentle hand was laid on her shoulder. (Y/N) looked up and with her blurry view she could make out a woman in front of her slowly crouching down.

The woman’s hands move from the girl's shoulder to caressing her cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe the tears that slipped out.

“Hello my child, please do not be sad. Your father is in good care now.” The woman’s words reassured (Y/N). “I am the Tsahik, may I know your name sweetheart?” Ronal asked the small child in a soft voice, afraid of startling her.

“(Y/N)... (Y/N) te Ftxey Aman’ite, Tsahik” She replies shyly with quiet sniffles, using the back of her hand to wipe the tears away from her eyes.

“(Y/N), You have a beautiful name..Let's grab your bags and I will walk you to new Marui. It’ll be close to the healing hut so you can see your parents then.

Ronal smiled and stood up grabbing the bags that were sitting in the sand. Ronal swung some of the bags over her shoulder and then looked back at (Y/N) who was doing the same actions.

Ronal reaches her hand out to the little girl, (Y/N) hesitated at first, I mean after all this was a stranger, but then grabbed the Tsahik’s hand, and they began to walk further from the water and into the village.

“You will like it here, I promise”

"Ngaytxoa Tsahìk!" You said to the older woman once you had arrived in the healing pod where there stayed your father along with some other injured and sick members that the healers were helping with.

On the way to the pod one of the aunties had asked you for help with carrying a basket of dried kelp for weaving and it took a little longer than you thought.

"It's alright (Y/N), as long as you're here now. I have a list of herbs I need you to collect for me really quick and then we began the lessons" Ronal said as she was finishing wrapping a younger boys arm then proceeds to grab a list off the table handing it out to you.

"Of course, I will be back shortly!" You say smiling, grabbing the list before leaving the pod.

You began to walk down the paths to collect herbs from where ever they stay. Some were different fruit and roots where you had to scavenge for and others were stuff you could get from different farmers around the island.

Once you finished you waved bye to the farmers with your filled basket you had been carrying, having all the herbs from Ronal's list in it, making your way back to the Tsahìk.

On your way back you stop for a second as you watched some of the Metkayina girls the same age hanging out together, some were braiding each others hair while others were talking probably gossiping about the newest drama that had rumored around the village.

You let out a sigh with a small frown.

You wanted to make friends but it was as if they avoided you like you were the plague.

You hung out with Tsireya a couple times but her other friends always pulled her away from you or Tsireya was busy taking her own lessons from her mother so you guys never had an actual hang out without someone coming to interrupt.

Shrugging off the sad feeling that began to rise, you begin to continue your way back.

As you were about to walk in the pod you accidentally runs into someone almost falling back at the impact.

Catching yourself, you stands straight and looks at the person you ran into about to apologize before your eyes widen as you realizes who it was.

It was one of the girls who Tsireya was always hanging out with.

"Ngaytxoa.. I didn't see you there." You say say embarrassed and looks down as if the ground was the most fascinating thing.

The girl could only scoff in annoyance and roll her eyes not bothering to pay attention to you before walking off muttering some words that you just barley heard purposely hitting your shoulder with hers.

"nari si skxawng"

You could only brush it off and continue to walk inside.

"Tsahìk I'm back! I have all the stuff you asked for." You announced as you pushes past the door to the table about to set down the basket.

"za'u (Y/N), with the basket" Ronal motioned as she was sat down on a mat with Mortar and pestle in front of her along with some water.

Turning back around you follow the orders and sets the basket down by the Tsahìk before sitting in front of her.

"Let's get to work shall we?" You could only nod her head and with that Ronal began to teach you.

"Alright, thats enough for today. Did you understand everything?" The older woman asked while standing up with the new paste you both had just made in a bowl

"Yes, thank you for teaching me" you say responding before helping Ronal clean up.

"Do you want me to walk with you back to your Marui?"

"No, I'm gonna stay here for a little bit. Thank you." And with that Ronal nodded as her eyes softened with her smile faltering before leaving the healing pod back her to own Marui.

You let out a weary sigh before walking to the back of the pod to a more secluded area where he father stayed.

"Kaltxi sa'nu, sempul" You greet your parents knowing you wouldn't get a response back, only a small nod of acknowledgment from your mother who had her back towards you while laying a new cloth on your fathers forehead.

"how is he doing?" You crouch down next to your mother sitting on your knees as you observe.

After a long pause of quietness, your mother finally spoke up looking at her daughter.

"he's getting better now, thanks to you and the Tsahìks help" Aman (her mothers name) spoke to her daughter as she reaches forward and brushes a stray hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek.

You could only lean into your mothers touch.

Aman had gotten better at talking to her daughter again after the Tsahìk had scolded her for not paying attention, neglecting, her own child. She needs a reality check.

"It's getting late, you should head back to our Marui" Aman spoke to you bringing back her hand before checking on her mate once again.

"Will you be coming back with me this time? You asked with hope in your eyes that her mother would finally come home for once but once yoy looked at your mothers face with a sadden expression, you knew it wasn't going to happen.

"I'm sorry 'itetsyìp. Not tonight.."

You say nothing and nod. You got up and gave your parents both a quick peck on the cheek before leaving making your way back to your family's Marui.

You could feel tears fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall wiping them with the back of your hand letting out a shaky sigh.

Before you reached the Marui a hand landed on your shoulder startling you causing you to jump letting out a quiet yet loud shriek.

"Woah, mawey (Y/N)!" A familiar female voice said as you turned around to see Tsireya.

"Sorry for startling you, my mother asked me to grab you to have dinner with us! My father and Ao'nung had caught some extra fish and we can't eat it all~ come on" Tsireya said while grabbing your arm locking it with hers not waiting for an answer before pulling you in the direction of their Marui pod.

The two girls reach the pod and Tsireya walks in holding the door open for (Y/N) to walk in.

You mutters a quiet thank you giving the girl a smile before greeting everyone that was now sitting down getting ready to eat.

"Irayo Tsahìk, Olo'eyktan for having me over."

"No worries (Y/N) come in sit down next to Ao'nung" Ronal says smiling before telling Ao'nung to scoot over to make more room to which he only rolled his eyes before moving.

You sit down and everyone began to eat while the family made small talk with eachother while you just stayed quiet listening, only talking if they asked for an opinion or a question.

While eating you swear you could feel a burning gaze watching you, when you lifted your head and turn you meet Ao'nung's eyes staying back into yours.

Waiting for his eyes to pull away he never did and continued to stare, with what look in his eye? You couldn't exactly tell but you swore there was an extra sparkle.

Finally getting the hint he wasn't going to back down you quickly look away with blush creeping on your cheeks and continue to eat.

"(Y/N) have you been making any friends, you know the girls that Tsireya hangs out with?" Ronal asks looking at her causing all of them to go quiet and listen.

"Uh...well..not exactly...I guess they are always busy when I try and hang out with them.." you says now playing with your food in awkwardness.

"What? Tsireya I thought I told you to take in (Y/N) and make sure she was not being left out" Ronal questions her daughter in disappointment.

"Well...Ngaytxoa sa'nu...I thought they were hanging out with (Y/N). Ngaytxoa (Y/N)" Tsireya frowns upset that her friends weren't being nice to you.

"It's alright, I don't really need to hang out with them anyways I'm good with just hanging around with you Tsahìk" you could only smile reassuring the family theses no need to worry.

"Nonsense! (Y/N) you are still a kid. As much as I like having your company You need to go hang out with people your own age sometimes." Ronal replies to you.

"Why don't you hang out with Ao'nung and Rotxo! Rotxo is a good boy. Very respectful and I'm sure Ao'nung would be happy to have you hang out with him, right Ao'nung?!" Tonowari speaks up looking at Ao'nung.

Ao'nung's mouth is open astonished that his father even suggested that. "What? Why does she have to-"

Before he could finish his sentence his mother interrupts him with a harsh glare making him immediately shut up.

"Right Ao'nung?" Ronal says smiling yet still glaring at the poor boy who could only nervously avoid his mothers fiery gaze.

"Yes. She can hang out with us tomorrow..." he grumbles out shoving the last bit of food in his mouth no longer paying attention to the conversation that was going on.

"See (Y/N) there you go, You have some people to hang out with." You could only smile with a nod before going back to eating.

A little bit later everyone was finally done eating you began to help Tsireya clean up the plates.

"(Y/N) you don't have to help Tsireya. Ao'nung will walk you to your Marui" Tonowari told you with a hand on your shoulder grabbing the dishes that were in her hands.

"Oh no it's alright-" (Y/N) began to speak but was cut off with Ronal shaking her head telling you no before pushing you toward the door where Ao'nung stood muttering words under his breath that you couldn't make out.

"Okay then...goodnight, thank you for having me over for dinner" You smiled waving bye to them as you exits the Marui with Ao'nung following behind.

You and Ao'nung walk to your Marui in silence.

While you were in your own world thinking to yourself , you didn't notice a certain boys eyes on you.

Ao'nung couldn't help it, He found the Metkayina girl beautiful. But the boys ego was too high for him to talk to you and confess his attraction.

He could only play it off with being annoyed. I mean it sorta annoyed him. He never had a full conversation or even looked at you straight in the eyes..So why was he attracted to you so much. It made him frustrated.

He remembered the first time seeing you was when he got in an argument with another Metkayina boy that resulted in flying fist and so there he sat with a bloody lip and a cut on his cheek.

And out of all the healers he gotten (Y/N) to patch him up. The whole time she was making the paste she never said a word and he was thankful because the last thing he needed was another person asking what happened.

When it came to the girl applying the paste all he could think about was how her soft hands gently applied it to his cheek muttering apologies as he hissed from the sting.

But if he was being honest the butterflies in his stomach distracted him more.

He didn't realize until she was done that he had been admiring her face. Staring mostly at her darker aqua marking that were scattered framing your face, and the bioluminescent freckles sprinkled all over. How her hair was done in traditional Metkayina style (picture whatever you like) and it complemented her well.

Ao'nung snaps out of his thoughts and comes to a halt as you both stand in front of your empty Marui.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for causing you trouble.. I can just say that I'm busy tomorrow so I don't have to hang out with you" You say thanking him as you shyly stare at the ground.

While Ao'nung wanted to tell you 'no don't be! I actually want to hang out with you and get to know you' before he could think, all that came out was a

"Fnu" Ao'nung shouted and it came out a lot harsher than he meant. His eyes slightly widen with his ears lowering in embarrassment.

It made you jump a little taken back from how harsh his words came at you.

"Ngaytxoa. I'll see you tomorrow." Ao'nung said, this time in a softer voice. And with that he quickly walked away back to his Marui pod and you enter yours.

Yet another sigh of disappointment left your lips as you rub your face in frustration.

'Alone once again..'

#atwow #avatar the way of water #atwow x reader #atwow imagine #avatar x reader #aonung x reader #ao’nung #ao'nung x reader #☆ — ao’nung ˖˚⊹

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larvaem1lk · 1 year

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cookie stand

ellie williams x fem reader <3

🦋 hellooo, this is my first time publishing a fic to tumblr! i’m like really nervous and scared and !!!!!! i wrote this in mid march which was one of my first times writing for the lovely & beautiful ellie, so please forgive me if she’s kind of like. not characterized well. i hope there aren’t any errors & pls forgive my overuse of the words ‘pretty’ and ‘CDs’… i’ve been holding this one out for tooooo long so. please enjoy

🦋 warnings: none really :) there’s cursing and my… no so good writing though… overall this is just cute and ellie is like so nervous because why are u such an angelic being!?!?

other than that, please enjoy & thank u to anyone who reads!! :-* i hope u like it or at least someone out there does. feedback is so appreciated, promise my fics from here will be better <3

It was your scent that first consumed her mind full of wonder… the unfamiliar sweetness filling her nose and leaving her woozy. She didn’t know what it was, or who it was. She just assumed the pretty flowers were emitting nectar to attract insects that she just so smelled, too.

The sky was sunny; the weather was warm, and it was near the middle of spring. Obviously, the blooming flowers would make the most sense. Though she was wrong.

She wasn’t aware of the pretty girl a couple of feet away standing at the cookie stand. She didn’t notice the swarming bundles of children and parents that crowded the tiny baby pink stand, eager to try the sweets. In fact, she wasn’t paying attention to anything else around her.

No, Ellie was only here because Dina said there was supposed to be some guy selling CDs of Ellie’s favorite band that disbanded years ago. She could barely locate any of their music, so this was her only opportunity. Sure, she had the internet, and different media platforms, but that same Dina had bought a boombox for whatever reason and didn’t want it to collect dust.

So here Ellie sat on a bench, sketchbook in her lap, while she drew random doodles of things around the park near her college—squirrels, butterflies, and dog poop. Or she would scribble random thoughts down, like, “Where are my CDs????” and “Why do dogs squat like that to shit.”

She looked up every few minutes for a sketchy man with a duffel bag, or whoever she thought would have potentially had the stash of CDs.

Yet out of all of the people that walked through, nobody matched the appearance. Maybe she missed them? Was it possible that a group of grannies carried CDs of a long-forgotten band? Or the young moms pushing strollers? She was giving up hope. She almost felt like she had just gotten played.

It wasn’t until she heard your lighthearted giggle in the distance that stopped Ellie from packing up. She looked at the entrance. Nobody. She looked to her right. There you were. A huge smile was on display and your eyes were a bit crinkled. You were squatting to talk with the… many children that surrounded you.

There was confusion at first, her eyebrows pinching inward as she watched you. Were you some type of… teacher? Caregiver? Wait, no. She didn’t even notice the baby pink stand behind you. It looked kind of cute. She squinted, and saw a pear-green sign that read, “HOMEMADE cookies!! $2.50 each… + random FREE CDs! :)”

Hold the fuck on. Random “FREE” CDs? This might just be where she finds the discography of her favorite band. But it was weird, a cookie stand selling random CDs? hell, she didn’t even care at this point. She’s been in need of some music to jam out to while she drew. Plus, she was interested in learning a few on the guitar just for herself.

Without a second thought, Ellie was stuffing her materials into her bag and throwing it over her shoulder as she stomped over to where your stand was. There was a bit of a line between children and parents. She was disappointed to be all the way in the back, but it would be worth it once she got what she was looking for.

Though it wasn’t a guarantee that you’d have what she wanted. She had been to so many music stores, even searching sketchy websites. Everyone told her the band never existed or we haven’t had them in our catalog for years, so how would you be any different? The small bit of hope was starting to fade again, but, she couldn’t say no to a cookie. Plus, you were pretty.

In the meantime, Ellie stood, waiting. She watched insects in the grass, watched people walking, but she was mostly watching you, from the way your eyes crinkle when you smiled too hard or how caring you were towards the children.

The spring sun was shining over your body, your skin glowing under the soft beams. You had such a pretty smile, and your lips looked so soft. They were shiny with gloss and Ellie wet her own with her tongue at the thought of feeling your lips on hers.

You stood behind the stand, talking and laughing with what seemed to be a guy with his younger sibling. You two seemed to be catching up, as the conversation went on for a good 5 minutes. Or maybe he was flirting. Hopefully not.

Ellie laughed when she heard a kid whine about how badly they had to pee and how long the cookie girl was taking, and Ellie silently agreed. The cookie girl was holding everyone up.

Ellie stood in line for a good 10 minutes before she was behind one more parent-kid duo towards the front. She had watched as kids walked away with large chocolate chip cookies while parents reminisced about CDs from their prime.

She watched as you talked to the child and practically made friends with their mom. But then she was next up as she saw the duo disappear.

This is it. Just do it.

With shaky legs, and a quiet exhale, she took a step closer to the stand, and damn, you were even prettier up close. Your eyes were so pretty under the sunlight and and your face was just—pretty. Ellie felt her mouth dry at the sight.

But why at that moment did a breeze have to blow by? That’s when the dangerous smell of sweetness filled her nose again, and she realized she had been mistaken before. Those weren’t flowers, it was you. You were the one with the dreamy aroma engulfing her in your essence. Now that she was closer to you, it was stronger than before.

Lost in your eyes, she didn’t catch the way your mouth moved in a greeting. And the way you smelled wasn’t helping either. Those same eyes filled with kindness were now glazed over with confusion, and it hit Ellie that you were waiting for her response. She blinked and glanced over her shoulder to make sure that nobody was behind her, sighing in relief when she saw no one.

You spoke up again, tilting your head with concern as your expression. “You okay?” You asked and fuck, your voice. It surprised her that she was still standing with how weak her knees felt.

Ellie cleared her throat and nodded, sniffling out of anxiousness but all that did was nearly slip her back into the clouds again. “Yeah, I’m good. I, Sorry, I just—totally blanked out there,”

She was relieved to see you smile in response. She hoped you didn’t think she was weird for staring at you like that, but how could she not when you looked like… you?

Your gaze lingered on Ellie’s face for a little while, taking in the sparkle of her green eyes and the freckles that decorated her cheeks. Under the brightness of the sun, there was a subtle sheen to her auburn-colored hair. You couldn’t lie. She was pretty. Really pretty. You noticed her drawing by a tree not too long ago when you came to set up your stand.

Ellie felt herself get a little warm at the way you were looking at her. Or maybe that was the weather. The forecast said 60, but it felt more like 80.

You looked down at the table and motioned toward two pink plates of large chocolate chip cookies. “How many would you like?” You clasped your hands together before placing them behind your back.

You were so sweet. So nice. The first thing she had done and couldn’t stop doing was stare at you, yet all you did was smile and ask her how many cookies she wanted. You were a dream.

Ellie’s eyes flickered down to the table in front of you to admire the cookies for a second. They were large, perfectly round, and she didn’t want to seem dumb for thinking this, but the chips seemed to be placed perfectly, too. Of course. With everything balanced, they almost looked damn near store-bought. “Are these really homemade?” She looked up with her eyebrows raised and you nodded.

“Yep! You know these were almost a failed batch, but I fixed them last minute. I was so pissed, but the people love ‘em, so I ain’t too mad about it.” You shrugged and Ellie smiled. She loved hearing you talk.

She pulled her lips to the side and fiddled with her fingers before speaking, “Well, I’d love to have one. How much are they?” You leaned forward to tap the pear green sign with your nail. Ellie instantly felt dumb as she read the large bubble letters, $2.50 each…

She mentally face palmed herself. “Oh… yeah, that’s right. Sorry. Again.” You laugh as she digs into her bag to bring out three crumpled sheets of green. “Can never keep track of coins,” her words were in a whisper as she handed you the dollar bills.

She watched your every movement, somehow finding everything you did fascinating. You were like some ethereal being that she’d come across, entrancing her with your mesmerizing aura. She had seen plenty of girls before, able to woo them with her charm and exude such a confidence with ease. But what was it with you?

You folded the dollar bills toward you before sliding them into your pocketbook that sat on top of a large bin beside you. Inside were rows of colorful CDs and Ellie’s eyes lingered there for a moment as she remembered what she was actually there for. Gotta stay on track.

You grabbed a pear-colored napkin from the pile that sat beside the cookies, and Ellie noticed the matching with the the sign. You handed it to her with the cookie inside, and when Ellie took a bite she almost passed out.

“Wait, whoa, holy shit…” her words muffled as she chewed. You couldn’t read her expression, but her brows pinched inward, and you weren’t sure if the taste surprised her or… if it was bad. Dammit, this batch. Maybe she had gotten a particularly bad cookie out of the hundred you hadn’t sold yet.

“Do you like it?” You squinted with a bit of hesitancy, feeling nervous. Her eyes shot up to you from the cookie immediately. “What do you mean? I love this. This is so fucking good! And you’re telling me these were almost a failed batch?”

You smile at her reaction. “Oh my gosh, thank you! I’m glad you like it. Do you want a CD?”

Ellie stuffed the rest of the cookie in her mouth and chewed a little before stuffing the napkin in her pocket. She swallowed hard before nodding. “Oh, uh, yeah. That’s actually what I was here for, but I don’t regret that cookie.”

Ellie felt her heart skip a beat when she heard you giggle. “Well, who are you looking for? I have pretty much everything… I think… I dunno. My gramma was just an insane diehard music fanatic, and I thought it’d be nice to let people have a little bit of that too. You know? But, now that I think about it these aren’t really ‘random’? All the artists are pretty well known and I sorted them into different genres so—what would you like?”

Ellie watched as you sighed afterwards, and she could tell you felt a little embarrassed because of your rambling. But she thought it was cute with the way you moved your hands and how you looked up to the left when you got sucked into your thoughts.

“Hm, let’s see if the cookie girl has what I’m looking for.” You smile at the name “cookie girl” and Ellie cringed once the name of the band came out of her mouth in fear that you would say the same thing everyone else did. And she was tired of searching.

But when your face lit up, she almost felt confused because she had never received that reaction before. She was more familiar with confused or sympathetic expressions.

“Are you serious? I definitely have them. I swear my grandma talked about them all the time before she passed.” You turned to the large bin and rummaged around. “You want their EP or—“

“Yes! Yes. Yeah. Gimme everything you got of ‘em. Please.”

You smiled before you were quick to search for what she wanted. Ellie studied your every movements in anticipation as your fingers walked over the tops of various CD cases. But once you stopped, she felt a sense of relief. Finally.

You pulled out CD after CD, almost dropping some when you turned to the table. You cautiously set them down and Ellie grabbed one to examine the cover.

“Oh man… holy fuck! This is really them…” she whispered while turning over the CD to look at the backside. She read the different titles of the band’s songs and looked over the faces of each member in the picture.

You take in how excited she is as she looks through the disks and stuffed each one into her bag. She looked cute. There was a sparkle in her eyes as you watched her look over the last one.

“Do you know how long I’ve been looking for them? Literally, nobody had their stuff for shit.” She looks up at you to be met with your beautiful smile. She almost got lost in your eyes again, and as a breeze just so flowed by, your scent mesmerized her once more.

You say something that Ellie doesn’t catch, but you say something again as a question and she has to force herself to blink to come out of her daze.

“Sorry—uh, what’d you say?” she squints, feeling a little flustered.

You blow a laugh through your nose. “I was just saying that I hope you have fun with your CDs. I’m gonna be packing up soon, so are you sure that’s all you want?”

Ellie frowned a little. “Oh, yeah, I’m good. I got what I was looking for… thanks to you. Really, thank you.”

You smile that beautiful smile of yours and nod. You turn away to rummage around in a larger bag and Ellie watches as you do. She’s not sure if she should say bye or if she should just walk away. She found the CDs, finally, but she had also come across another find, you.

The more she talked to you, the more she wanted to get to know you. She wanted to see that gorgeous smile all the time and look into your pretty eyes whenever she wanted to. She wanted to play songs for you on her guitar while you baked more cookies and she wanted to draw pictures of you and things you liked. The two of you didn’t even have to jump right into romance. She just wanted to be your friend and be around you all the time.

“Hey, um… do you—you go to the college right?” Ellie didn’t even notice when the words spilled out of her mouth, but it was enough to make you stop and look at her. She absentmindedly clutched the strap of her bag as she waited for your reply.

“Yeah, I do,” you answered. Ellie nodded and just stood there, wanting more words to tumble out of her mouth but she was worried she’d fuck up and say the wrong thing. Which is why she slid her bag off her shoulder halfway to dig inside. She opened up her sketchbook and ripped a corner piece of paper out before rummaging around for some type of pencil.

You watched as she leaned over the table and scribbled something down in a rush that you couldn’t quite decipher. When she was done, she scanned over it and handed you the paper. Her face was a light pink as she did so and it confused you as you took the paper from her.

When you looked down, there were some words along with what you think was a number that read, “thanks for the cookie n CDs…. call me sometime? - ellie w.”

You smiled like a schoolgirl and went to say something to her, but she had already left. You looked around the park before you to spot the girl with auburn hair and green eyes with the freckles but unfortunately had spotted no one. Though at least now you knew what you would do as soon as you got to your dorm.

You would call Ellie.

#im so sorry if this is boring im like legit. stressed out bc of what ppl will think!!!!!!#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader fluff

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persephonewritessometimes · 1 year

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Moon Song / bonus chapter: moon

Summary: Hotch and Y/N's life with kids.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 3215

Warnings: pregnancy, happy, and in love!hotch&reader, mom!Y/N, babies

Playlist: Link

Author's Note: Here's the promised bonus chapter! As you can see by the word count, I got a little carried away, but I love this story so much so I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for reading everyone, I would give you the moon if I could.

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-5 years later-

Aaron and I had our hands full – three kids in five years is a lot for anyone, but especially for us since we both decided to keep working. We figured it out though, and Haley and Todd have helped out a lot. I’m getting some files to Garcia when I run into JJ.

“Oh, hey! Did you see my text?” JJ asks over her shoulder.

“Text, text, hmmm. Probably! What was it about again?”

“Karaoke tonight, you and Hotch coming?”

“Oh, yeah! My parents are in town so they’re watching the kids for us so we can be there!”

“Perfect! We hardly see you anymore!”

“You see me at work all the time, what are you talking about?” I say with a laugh.

“I know you have your hands full, but karaoke from time to time won’t hurt, Y/N!”

“She’s right baby girl, where’s our karaoke fanatic?” Morgan says, crossing his arms with a smile.

“She got married and had some kids, Morgan. I apologize if karaoke is not my top priority right now.” I fake scowl at him. “Anyway, stop distracting me, I need to take these to Garcia.” I turn and hurry to her office, rapping quickly on the door.

“Come in beautiful!” I hear her chirp.

“How did you know it was me?” I ask, smiling.

“Because you’re the only one who knocks so politely, what do you have for me today?”

“Possible homicide victims, but we’re not sure. The team is split on if they’re staged or not. Work your magic?”

“For you, Y/N? Anything!”

“Thank you, Garcia!” I make my way back into the bullpen to see that Hotch has called a meeting in the boardroom. I make my way up the stairs slowly, mindful of my swollen belly, and take my seat. He winks at me and starts the meeting.

“As you know, Y/N and I are expecting twins in two months, and she’ll be on maternity leave after that. JJ has already agreed to help cover some of Y/N’s duties while she’s gone but I may need you guys to cover various tasks during her leave. Any questions?”

“Yeah, uh, how many more kids are you going to have after this one?” Morgan says raising his hand.

“Next question,” Hotch says shortly, and I smile.

“I mean, just saying, if you guys would stop screwing each other’s brains out and getting pregnant again we might actually get some work done around here,” Morgan mutters, and even Reid is holding back a smile at that.

“What was that?” Hotch says, tone dangerously low.

“Nothing, Hotch. I didn’t say a word.” He shoots back, giving me a quick grin and I wink at him, rubbing a hand over my belly. The rest of the meeting goes off without a hitch, and I stay seated as everyone clears out.

“There’s no need to tear Morgan to shreds, Aaron. He does kind of have a point.” I say softly, but with a smile.

“I know, I know.” He says, pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead and then my belly. “Feeling okay today?”

“Yes, just back pain. Twins are a lot more than a single baby. I’ll be excited when they’re finally here.” One of the babies kicks, and my hand flies down to feel it. It’s a feeling I’ve never quite gotten used to despite having three kids before these two.

“Kicking?” Aaron asks, and I nod.

“One of them was kicking the hell out of my ribs last night – I thought my lung was gonna burst.” He laughs and moves my hand out of the way so he can feel it. He gives me a soft look of quiet adoration and tears prick at my eyes. “Help me up?”

“Of course.” He gently pulls me up and out of my chair, holding onto my arms as I regain my balance.

“How many do you want after these two?” I ask Aaron, looking up into his face. He’s contemplative, waiting a moment before saying,

“I’ll have as many as you want to have.”

“That’s not answering the question!” I say, smacking his shoulder.

“I don’t want to say the wrong thing! Remember last week when I got the wrong type of chips at the store? You berated me for half an hour, and I had to go back to the store and get the right chips!”

“I told you I was sorry about that!” I exclaim, before adding “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.” He sighs, but I know he doesn’t mean it because there’s an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I was thinking we could maybe take a break after the twins. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. It would be nice to be ‘just Y/N’ for a little bit.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that.” He says, squeezing me in a hug.

“Oh, and don’t forget, I told JJ we’d go to karaoke tonight.” He groans and I pinch his arm. “They’re complaining that you’re hiding me away in an ivory tower. Get over it.”

“I’ll try.” He sighs again but smiles, and I make my way back to my desk to get some paperwork done.

-Later that night-

“Aaron, does this dress look fine?” I ask, fixing my makeup in the mirror.

“You lot hot as per usual.”

“I look like a whale, but the sentiment is appreciated.” I grin at him. The dress is red with a deep V-neck and hugs my form.

“You’re my beautiful wife, you always captivate me. You could wear a paper bag and I’d still be on my knees for you.” I blush – even after all these years he still makes me flustered.

“Come on, we’re going to be late.” He helps me into the passenger seat when we get in the garage and even tries to fasten my seatbelt. “Aaron, come on, I’m not an invalid, I can fasten the damn seatbelt,” I say batting his hand away. He holds up his hands in defeat and gets in the driver’s seat. We’re a few minutes away from the bar when I ask, “Oh, hey, did you still want to clean out the garage tomorrow?”

“Yeah, if you’re still up to it. I’m not even sure what’s in all those boxes.” When I moved in a couple of months after we officially started dating, I sold my house and boxed everything up. I’m not sure what’s in the boxes but seeing them in the garage for a couple of years straight is enough to drive anyone crazy. I had been bugging Aaron about going through them for months now, but something always came up. Fingers crossed that we’d actually have a free Saturday tomorrow to do it.

“Me either,” I mutter. Aaron pulls into a parking spot with ease and jogs around to my side to help me get out of the car. “Thank you, my love,” I say, beaming up at him. He just grins back and kisses me.

“HEY! LOVEBIRDS!” Morgan hoots, and we turn to look at him. “You guys are cute, but, Y/N, we need your angelic voice! All these old ass men are trying to sing oldies and we can’t take it anymore!”

“I’m coming to the rescue, Morgan!” I say and try my best to walk quickly into the bar, but I’m waddling at best if I’m being honest. I walk right up to Cassidy, the girl who started running karaoke two years ago, and she gasps when she sees me.

“Y/N! You’re glowing! And thank god you’re here if I have to hear one more song from the seventies, I’m going to punch myself in the face. What do you want me to queue up for you?”

“Do you have ‘A Thousand Years’, yet? I know you didn’t last time.”

“Let me check!” She punches it in. “It’s your lucky night, we have it! Get up on that stage!"

"Thanks, Cassidy!" I look over my shoulder at Aaron, waiting a few feet away to help me on stage. It’s only a foot off the ground, but because I can’t really see my feet at the moment, I don’t trust myself. He lets me grab his arm and he helps me onstage. I give him a big kiss when I’m up there, and the crowd cheers.

“Hey everyone! Long time no see, but as you can see, I’m growing not just one, but two little mini-me’s, so please, give me grace!”

“Y/N I LOVE YOU!” Shouts a voice that sounds suspiciously like Em. The opening chords start, and I say into the mic,

“This is for the love of my life, Aaron.”

“HELL YEAH!” I hear him shout from a table to the side and the whole bar laughs including me.

“The day we met, frozen I held my breath, right from the start, I knew that I’d found a home for my heart. Beats fast, colors, and promises. How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone; all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer. I have died every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid; I have loved you for a thousand years. I’ll love you for a thousand more.” I sing out strong and clear, not letting the few tears that are making their way down my cheeks hinder my performance. I finish and dramatically bow as low as I can and the bar is in an uproar, screaming and yelling as Aaron pushes through the crowd to pick me up and spin me around off the stage before kissing me as if his life depends on it. I pull away and smile up at him as he wipes the stray tears off my cheeks.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” He whispers in my ear. We join the team back at the table and Em crushes me in a hug. It’s late when we get back that night, and I fall asleep in the car on the short ride home. Aaron helps me out of my dress and into pajamas, letting me use his shoulders to steady myself as he slides my pants on. “Beautiful.” He whispers, kissing my forehead, then my belly. It was a habit he started when I was pregnant with Georgia, and one he’s kept every pregnancy since. He puts on his pajamas as I brush my teeth and get into bed. He gets into bed shortly after and I can hear him tossing and turning.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, right. What’s going on?” I turn on the bedside lamp and blink a few times.

“I’m just antsy.” He says.

“Why?”

“It’s going to sound stupid.” I raise my eyebrows at him waiting for a response. “Do you think we should have found out the gender? It’s just, I’m really curious, having had three girls, I just want to know!” He says hurriedly, and when he’s done I chuckle.

“That’s not stupid, and I understand the sentiment. I actually need to tell you something – I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” He gasps and says,

“You know, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I just got so curious! Do you remember that one appointment where Dr. Mitchell blinked really fast, and you asked if she had gotten something in her eye? That was a signal to me. When you stepped out to use the bathroom, she came in when you weren’t there, and we had a code. One long blink for two girls, two long blinks for two boys, and rapid blinking for a boy and a girl.” I grin at him. “We’re having one of each.”

“No fucking way!” He kisses me quickly. “I mean, I love our girls, but I’m starting to feel a little outnumbered here.”

I laugh and say, “Yeah, I know. I’m surprised I managed to keep it a secret for this long. I didn’t tell anyone, not even JJ. Only Dr. Mitchell and I knew. I’m sorry I kept it from you but you said you wanted to be surprised, so I’m sorry for spoiling it for you.”

“Y/N, I’m still surprised, and thank you for telling me, now we can talk names.” I laugh.

“If you want to name the boy, I’m okay with that. I know I’ve kind of had the final say for the girls, so, just this once, I’ll let you decide.”

“I’ll think on it. What do you want to name the girl?”

“Well, we already have Phoebe, Georgia, and Bridget. I want something that sounds good with their names. I’ve literally had seven months to think about it and I have zero ideas.” I laugh.

“Well, you’ve got two more months so better get to thinking.” We talk for a few more minutes before I turn out the light and quickly fall asleep. I’m awoken the next morning, not by my alarm, which I had turned off, or by Aaron’s soft lips rousing me gently from sleep, but by the sound of my little girls, whom my parents must have just dropped off at the house. I blink open my eyes and feel a soft body against mine – it’s Georgia, my five-year-old, and eldest.

“Good morning mama!” She whispers, pushing her dark hair back from her face. She’s a carbon copy of Aaron, with dark eyes, a drawn yet bright face, and dark hair. I kiss her little forehead and whisper,

“Georgia, Georgia! Good morning, beautiful!” She beams up at me. “Do you have a good night with grandma and grandpa?”

“Yes! They let us eat ice cream for breakfast!” I raise my eyebrows at that.

“Oh, really?”

“Don’t tell them! They told us not to tell!” She whispers.

“I won’t tell. Your secrets are always safe with me.” I hug her close to my body and we lay like that for a while, our breathing syncing. One of the babies kicks and she giggles putting her small hand on my belly to feel it kick again.

“It feels funny, mama!” I laugh,

“Yes, pretty girl, it does feel funny!” I look down at her little hand, so small compared to my belly and I sniffle a few times.

“Oh, mama is sad?”

“No, baby, mama is happy, very, very happy.” We get out of bed, I pee, and then we make our way down the stairs into the kitchen.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Aaron says, kissing me as I pad up behind him. He’s got Phoebe, our three-and-a-half-year-old perched on his hip while he scrambles eggs. Bridget, our one-and-a-half-year-old is in her highchair, grinning at me when I swoop in and kiss her little nose. “Your parents are in the living room.” I make my way into the living room, Georgia trailing me like a shadow. I hug my mom who makes every excuse to touch my belly and I let her. My dad is already watching reruns on the sports channel, but he gives me a big bear hug when I sit next to him on the couch. Georgia sits next to me, and I tickle her sides until she’s giggling and I’m smiling so big my face hurts. Aaron brings me a slice of toast and some of the eggs he was scrambling, and I thank him, scarfing it down, letting Georgia steal some of my eggs, and pretending I didn’t catch her doing it. Soon enough I’m ready to take on the garage cleaning and go upstairs to put on sweats and a t-shirt. It’s still the tail end of winter but we’ve had a few warm days here and there. Regardless I grab one of Aaron’s quarter-zips and pull it on. It barely fits over my belly, but I feel cozy. I slide on a pair of slippers, feet always too swollen to feel like wearing actual shoes around the house, and meet Aaron in the garage.

The process is slow, opening a box, looking at what’s inside, and deeming whether it’s ‘keep’, ‘toss’, or ‘donate’. We’re about halfway through the boxes, most of the stuff going in the donate pile when I see the corner of a thick piece of paper.

“What is this?” I murmur, pulling it out. Staring back at me is the poster Aaron gave me at the bookstore, a little faded, but still beautiful. “Oh. I didn’t know I kept this.”

“What did you find?” Aaron says, coming over.

“If I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon. I still mean it.” He gets quiet at that. We talk about the past a lot, mostly just so we can try to understand each other. We ask questions of each other, why I said something, and why he reacted a certain way. That’s how we healed.

“You know, I feel like I didn’t know you then, and I’ll never understand why it feels like I did.” He rests his hands on my stomach and kisses the side of my head, simply waiting for me to say something or signal that I’m done. “You know, when you sent me that letter, I realized, only the lucky ones come home. I feel very lucky indeed to have known you and get to love you.”

“Can I ask you something?” He asks quietly.

“Anything,” I say, turning slightly to face him and placing the poster back in the box.

“When I took that bullet for you, what did you mean when you said, ‘and you’re holding me like water in your hands’?” I stiffen.

“You heard that?”

“I didn’t hear all of it, but I heard that. I just didn’t want to pressure you about it.”

“I – I meant that it felt like you were trying to hold me and keep me, but I was just water, always meant to slip from your fingers. But I guess that didn’t turn out to be true, did it?” I give him a small smile, and he’s studying my face.

“Every time I looked at you, I felt like I was running out of time. I found myself slipping up in meetings, staring at you longer than I should, and I thought to myself: either I’m careless or I wanna get caught. Every time you open your mouth, I’m in awe of you, the most poetic dream came flowing like the sea from your lips.” My lip twitches, the only sign I’m about to start crying. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this life, to deserve you, and I’ll thank whoever is up in that big sky every day that they lead me home to you.”

“Aaron,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hands, leaning his forehead against mine. Before pulling away quickly. “What, what is it?”

“What if we named her ‘Moon’, the girl? As an homage to our past.”

“I love it,” I say, smiling through my tears. He kisses me and I hear Georgia laughing from inside, her small voice soon joined by two others. I wish I could stay in this moment forever; I’ve never known happiness like this before, and I know that with Aaron, with my family, I will be happy for as long as I live.

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darthpotater · 1 year

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Our Little Secret

You and Luke have a secret little rendezvous.

Warnings: swearing, stealing (is it really tho?)

Yeah, this is pure domestic fluff, nothing raunchy… yet ;)

A/N: yes I have realized that I haven’t written anything for my og fandom and for my favorite space jedi farmboy. so here it is, i hope you enjoy!

Forgive me, i was badly craving at the time i wrote this.

“Oi, come back here, dipshit! That’s mine!” Han boomed as you ran down the hallway, laughing your ass of as you clutched the last fruit cup. “Too slow, Solo.” You breathed as you turned into a corner, looking back to see if the smuggler was on your heels. “You’re finally mine.” You chuckled smugly as you eyed the plastic container with little bits of cut up fruit in it. “Oh how I’ve missed you.” You smiled as you began opening the packet, ready to dig in.

“What you got there?” Luke asked with a smile, suddenly appearing out of nowhere, making you jump in your spot behind a supply crate. “Maker, Luke. Stop doing that!” You hissed as a bit of the fruit juice spilled, making Luke laugh. “I could’ve dropped this, y’know.” You glared as you motioned to the small plastic cup. Luke smiled, “Is that… a fruit cup?”

“Yes, and it’s mine. So if you could carry on now, I’d like to enjoy my meal.” You glared playfully before looking down and cursing under your breath. “Shit, I forgot a damn spoon.”

“I could get you one.” Luke offered, wiggling his eyebrows. “Under one condition though.” He added, eyeing you as you looked at him with suspicious eyes. “I’d like to have some.”

“Nice try, Skywalker. Not happening.” You reply, getting up from your seat and checking to see if Han was lurking around. “Aw, c’mon! I haven’t had those in so long!” He whined, making you smile. “Whine all you want, Farmboy. I’m not sharing.” You shrugged as you began walking down the hall. You could feel him follow after you. “I won’t tell Han! It could be our little secret.”

You turn back to face him as he flashed you a toothy grin. The same smile that’s gotten you head over heels for the man in the first place. “Fine, you better make sure Han won’t find out.”

“Of course.” Luke laughed as he turned around , “He won’t.”

“I’m serious, Luke. He finds out, I’m telling him it was your idea.” You called out, laughing as he flashed you a betrayed but playful look.

As you continued walking down the halls of the base, you found a small supply closet and decided to hide in there while Luke ventured out for a spoon. You could’ve easily eaten this without any utensils but you couldn’t deny Luke of that privilege. Especially when he was smiling at you like that.

You and Luke go way back. Having known each other since you were dumb, pre-pubescent teens on Tatooine. Now, here you you were, a Rebel fighting against the Empire, waiting for your boyfriend, in a cramped utility closet, to come back with a spoon so you two could share a lone fruit cup that’s been out of stock for maker knows how long.

“What’s taking him so long.” You groaned just as you heard the door slide open. You look up and see Luke standing there with a proud smile. “You have the goods?” You asked as you squinted at him. “Yep.” He pulled out one plastic spoon from his pocket. “Han was waiting for you at the mess hall. He even asked Leia to send out a search team for you.” He chuckled as he squeezed in and took a seat beside you.

“I didn’t know there was a lot of heat on this fruit cup.” He smiled as he carefully pulled you into his lap.

“If you don’t want to partake in this crime, you’re free to leave, Skywalker.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He smiled as he leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your cheek. “Besides, the sneaking around is quite exciting.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him as you grabbed the spoon from him. “Just one?”

“Han was watching. I didn’t want him to be suspicious of me when I took two spoons.”

“And taking one and walking away, isn’t?” You asked genuinely, laughing as you looked up and stared at his dumbfounded face. “Right, we might wanna eat a bit faster then.” He shrugged as you took a spoonful and carefully brought it to his mouth. “Here, because I love you, you take the first bite.”

“Oh, maker. That’s so good.” He moaned as he leaned his head against the cold metal wall of the closet. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was before taking a bite yourself. “I love you.” He sighed as he kissed the top of your head, while tightening his hold on you. You leaned against his touch as the both of you continued to enjoy the sweet treat.

“How was your day, by the way?” Luke asked after taking another spoonful from you. “Eh, aside from stealing a fruit cup from Han? Nothing too fun. Did patrols and maintenance checks on a few ships before replacing the flashback suppressor on mine… You? Did Luke Skywalker, destroyer of the Death Star do anything fun today?” You teased.

He laughed, “Hm, not really. So far the highlight of my day is eating a stolen fruit cup with my favorite girl inside an old utility closet.”

“Also, this isn’t stolen. I got it first. I just happened to set it down when Han walked in. So technically, I got what was rightfully mine.” You defended, slowly bringing the cup to your lips. “Sure.” Luke teased, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. “Okay, Mr. I-Blew-Up-the-Deathstar. Because of the attitude, I’m not sharing the juice.” You smile as you lean your head back, resting it against Luke’s shoulder as you downed the remaining juice from the cup. “Ah, delicious.”

As you were about to stand up to dispose the cup, Luke grabbed your hand and pulled you against him, crashing his lips onto yours. You yelped in surprise but melted and gave in as his tongue grazed your lower lip. You adjusted yourself on his lap while his hands find their way to your hips, massaging it softly. You couldn’t help but smile when Luke let’s out a groan as your hand softly tugs on his blonde hair. You pulled away first, leaving a soft bite on his lower lip, making him let out another whine.

“Later.” You smiled as you kissed his nose, he nods as he licks his lips. You lean your forehead against his as he softly rubs his nose against yours. The two of you stay there for a few moments, enjoying the time alone before deciding to go back to attend to your jobs. The two of you walk out the closet and began walking towards the hangar, hand in hand.

“I have to go, my love.” Luke sighed as he heard his comlink begin to beep. “I’ll see you later, I love you.” He said as he looked at you. His blue eyes shining bright, as usual. “And thank you for sharing.” He winked as he gave your hand a loving squeeze before letting go and walking the other way.

“There you are, you little rascal.” Han called out, as he marched towards you, making you laugh. You could see Luke run back to you, a smile plastered on his face. Without saying a word, he leans in and plants a kiss on your cheek. “Good luck, you’re going to need it.” He winked before running away as Han stood in front of you.

“I have a bone to pick with you.” He huffed with a smirk. “But first, I have a favor to ask.”

“Lemme guess, you need help with the Falcon?”

Han drops his head, “Yeah.”

“Let me get my tools.” You chuckled as you followed after the scruffy looking scoundrel, completely satisfied.

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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Mermaids Part 3

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f! Reader

Rating: Explicit 19+

Content: Explicit Smut, fingering, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, folks), fluff, brief discussion of drug use

Summary: After a bad night at work, you and Frankie get closer than you’ve ever been…

A/N: Thank you all SO. MUCH. on your kind words and your patience as I got this new chapter out. I’m so excited for you guys to read and thank you as always to @heythere-mel for being my beta reader.

Part 1 | Part 2

Aww Frankie, I love when you send me flight pics!! You know what that cloud reminds me of?

Condensation?

Very funny, dork. It looks exactly like that puddle Benny busted ass in when we left the bar the other night.

LOL. Don’t mention that around him, he’s still uncomfortable that happened in front of you. Thinks it ruined his chances.

Trust me when I say I’m 100% not interested in Benny.

More interested in guys that slip on banana peels instead?

Oh hush, are you still coming over for dinner tonight?

That’s how it’s been for the past few weeks. You text Frankie all day, every day, see him for dinner, after work or school, to play with Lili or to go out to the bar with your friends. You’d gotten closer since what Taylor has named “Poolgate”, but the two of you have never spoken of it.

Instead, the touches between you two become more prolonged, your fingers rubbing the broadness of his back as you occasionally feel his lips brush near your neck. It’s an intimacy that drives you crazy, but you also don’t want to make Frankie uncomfortable. The closeness you two were starting to have was something you’d never experienced before.

You also didn’t want to break the dynamic of the group that was developing between you, Frankie, Will, Benny, Santi and Taylor. In the few weeks that they had started dating, you saw your friend that’s normally a cool, cavalier heartbreaker had turned into someone constantly texting and talking about Santiago. He was definitely hot and charming, but whenever you asked her what he was doing to make her act like this, she would just hang her head low and giggle like a schoolgirl.

“I don’t know how to describe it. There’s something about him, every time I’m with him I feel like I’m in a movie from the forties . You’ll see when Frankie finally asks you out.”

“Taylor, stop.” You whined. “Frankie and I–”

“Are just friends. I’ve heard it, Santi’s heard it, I’m pretty sure the neighbor across the street has heard it.” Taylor retorted.

“He’s working on himself. He’s got this great job, and NA, and Lili and I have graduation in a few months so I should really focus on that…”

“You’re fully capable of having fun and working on yourself at the same time.” Taylor squeezed your shoulders. “Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve felt like you need to fit your life into a little box but you never know what could happen.”

You stubbornly rolled your eyes as she walked away, but you had an inkling she wasn’t wrong. Your feelings for Frankie had risen to the surface after the pool incident and as much as you loved the dynamic you had now, would it really change if you took that chance?

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“My kid lost a tooth at school the other day. The teacher gave it to her in a little baggy and I let her put it in her pocket because she begged to carry it herself.

We went out to the playground and I let her swing for a little bit before we went home. So when we get home I ask her to give me her tooth so we can leave it out for the tooth fairy. She’s looking through her pockets and her backpack and then she looks at me and says ‘Daddy, I lost it!” So while I’m scrambling to try to figure out what the hell to do now, she just shrugs her shoulders and says “oh well, everyone makes mistakes and if the tooth fairy can’t see that I don’t want her money, I’ll get my own.”

I say that long winded story to say that I wish I had as much forgiveness and grace for myself as my four year old does. Hell, I’ve gone on missions with hundreds of men and the army and she’s still the strongest person I’ve ever known.

She never gets embarrassed. I’m embarrassed every day but I constantly try to hide it. I was so embarrassed on the day that I first met her, when she was born. I had a gram in my back pocket. I’m fighting every day to be everything that person wasn’t. Maybe with the fear my daughter doesn’t have I’ll get there.

I have a friend that told me something recently. “You’re not a hypocrite for trying to be better.” Any time I feel like I’m only my past failures I think of that. And I hope her words give you strength too.”

Light applause scattered through the room and Frankie made his way back to his chair. If he could’ve seen himself from two years ago, he would’ve been shocked he’d said more than two words and an agreeable grunt at Narcotics Anonymous. But the truth is, this additional step has really helped. He’s been able bond with some of the members of the community and hear their stories.

More than ever recently, he kept thinking of your words. You were so accepting towards him and gave him so much grace. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it or you.

As he walked out of the door after the meeting was over, his thoughts lingering on your bright laugh and beautiful smile he heard a familiar voice.

“Hey man.” It was the asshole that decided to harass you at the Fall Festival. He was leaned up against the wall with a cigarette between his teeth, acting as if he and Frankie were old friends.

“Don’t worry man, I’m not gonna kick your ass. Wanna smoke?” He asked.

Frankie shook his head as he dug in his pockets for his keys.

“That was a great little speech you put out there today. My kid’s caught on to the tooth fairy already so I’m fucked.”

Frankie grunted in acknowledgement, not wanting to have a conversation.

“Last time I saw you, you kicked me out of that festival. So that chick in the tank—is she your girl or something?” He asked.

“She’s my friend.” Finally Frankie found his keys, he needed to get the fuck out of there.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Excuse me?” Frankie turned around, he knew he shouldn’t encourage this guy’s bullshit but he couldn’t resist.

“I ain’t ever had a friend look at me the way she looked at you when you walked up. Take it in stride, buddy. Girls like that don’t usually go for scumbags like us.” He laughed between drags.

“Take it easy, man.” Frankie walked towards his truck.

“I’m just saying, I could never keep a woman that good. She always finds something better or less troubled. Be careful, you know how women are.”

Frankie didn’t even bother to acknowledge his last statement. He got into his truck and sat at the wheel for a moment, sighing in exhaustion. He couldn’t believe he was actually taking this man’s words for thought.

It was no secret how incredible you were. Hard working, resilient, beautiful. Hell, even Benny saw it and as much as it drove him crazy to watch him flirt with you, he couldn’t blame him. He just wished he had the balls to do it himself. He was so close to kissing you the night the two of you went swimming and then Santi showed up.

Santi, of course, brushed the entire thing off. “Stop being such a chicken shit, Fish.” He’d say. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you, just make your move already.”

But how could he make his move when he knew you deserved better? He’d heard about all of your future plans and he didn’t want to drag you down with him and his problems. Sure, you adored Lili but did you want to be a potential stepmom?

Fuck. Frankie groaned to himself. He wished he could just forget these feelings but he knew he’d be lying to himself. And if he was honest with himself, he also didn’t feel sorry for the way he felt at all.

He drove home to an empty house since Liliana was with her mom for the weekend. The Millers were prepping for their barbeque the next day and Santi and Taylor were on a date. He missed you but he knew you were working that night and you obviously couldn’t have your phone in the tank. Usually, you’d text afterwards with some funny anecdote about the day and he couldn’t wait.

He looked through his streaming service on TV to see what to watch while he ordered a pizza for himself. Splash came on screen. The 80’s movie about Tom Hanks falling in love with Daryl Hannah’s mermaid Madison.

Christ, even when he tries not to think about you, there you are. Frankie orders his pizza and settles down into the couch to watch the movie while he waits until he gets a call. Initially annoyed, he checks the caller ID.

It’s you.

“Hey,” Frankie answers. “Aren’t you at work?”

“I left early. I had to leave early. Are you home?” You ask him, sounding somewhat frazzled.

“Yeah, I just ordered a pizza and was about to put a movie on.”

“Okay, I’m coming over. I’ve just had the worst day, Frankie.” He hears your voice wavering on the phone and a fire in his stomach makes him want to know who made you feel like this.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here. Come over.” Frankie said to you softly.

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You showed up to Frankie’s house with your hair still damp and wet patches on your clothes from them not properly drying. Your makeup was still on, although slightly smudged due to crying. The first thing he did was engulf you in a hug. His broad arms and smell were exactly what you needed.

“Pizza is on its way. I called them back so I could add your favorite toppings.” Frankie said into your shoulder.

He led you over to the couch so you could tell him what happened.

“So, I go in today and at the beginning of the shift everything is totally fine. The kids are sweet, there’s nobody too rowdy. But then a family of ten showed up to the tank.Two parents. Eight children.” You started.

“Yikes,” Frankie engages.

“So of course in that group of ten, you have several of the kids tapping the glass to make me do something like I’m a circus animal and then one kid manages to get onto that little grotto area near the tank to toss popcorn into the water. So while my handlers are trying to tell the parents to manage their kids one of the other kids almost falls into the tank and then guess what? He VOMITS in the tank Frankie. I ran out of there before he’d even stopped and security had finally gotten ahold of them.”

“I told him I was leaving, and he said ‘okay, we’ll see if you still have a job after this’. And I’m just so tired of feeling like I’m at my wit’s end at that job. I took it because I’m great at it and I needed something to tide me off during grad school but there’s only so much I can take, y’know? It makes me feel like what the hell am I even doing? And I feel so stupid for even being upset that I might lose this shitty job.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Frankie pulls you into his shoulder, letting you cry on him. “You did the right thing. Especially if your boss wasn’t going to handle the situation.”

“Thank you.” You sniffled. “I just want this all to mean something, y’know? I don’t want to work at this job forever and feel like all my goals are in vain.”

“They aren’t, baby.” Frankie rubbed the nape of your neck, his hands feeling calloused and strong. “This is all temporary. You’re brilliant, you’re an incredibly hard worker and that park doesn’t deserve you at 20%, let alone 100.”

“What if they fire me?” You said, still muffled into his scent and his arms.

“Then to hell with them. We find you a new job. If push comes to shove you could be Lili’s babysitter. She’d pay me to hang out with you all day.”

You giggled and looked up at him as he tenderly stroked your cheek. His dark brown eyes completely hypnotizing you. Nothing ever felt awkward with Frankie, and now as the both of you share this long gaze it just feels natural.

“It’ll be okay. I’m here, we can get through it together no matter what happens.” Frankie whispers to you.

Over the past few weeks you’ve kept trying to convince yourself this is just a crush that can go away at the drop of a hat. Some men and women are just attracted to each other and it’s natural. But you felt in your heart you couldn’t drop your feelings towards him if you tried your hardest.

And maybe this was finally the time to tell him that.

“Frankie, I—“

The doorbell rang in the middle of your question.

“Once sec, the pizza’s here.” He let you go and everything suddenly felt colder without him around you. But maybe it just wasn’t the time. Maybe it was just the hightened emotions.

Frankie set the pizza up, bringing over your plates and putting on Splash. You immediately knew what it was, letting out a giggle that made Frankie’s heart wrench.

“I haven’t seen this movie since I was a kid.”

“It’s a classic. Lili loves it, of course.” Frankie takes a bite out of his pizza.

“Lili loves all mermaids.” You giggle.

“Not all of them, just you.” Frankie winks and you feel like you could sink into the couch from melting.

You settle in with your pizza, watching the film and discussing the performances.

“God, Daryl Hannah is so stunning.” You say, chewing your pizza.

“She had to have been one of my favorite celebrity crushes when I was a kid.” Frankie nodded.

“So you’re just totally drawn to mermaids, then?” You grinned.

“Well, you and Madison are different. First of all you wear way more clothes than she does. And you’ve got the whole eye makeup thing going on.” Frankie gestures to your face. “I don’t know how you do it, if anything pokes my eye, I start freaking out.”

“Hmm, I think you could pull off the look.” You joked, angling your fingers to frame his face.

“I’d like to see you try.” Frankie raised his eyebrow and you were up for the challenge.

“Alright, then. Let’s do it.” You said, starting to move.

“So the first thing you’re going to do is your eyes. It’s all about the alluring eyes. You want to bring people over.” You kneel over to the other side of the couch, over Frankie, and almost fall. You grab your eye makeup as he sets his fingers on your waist to help keep you stable. You settle on top of Frankie, straddling his legs with your mascara in hand.

“You have great eyelashes, all boys do.” You lean towards him as he doesn’t leave your gaze, your eyes look towards his plush lips. His hands haven’t left your waist.

You lean down towards his face and are close to brushing a small layer of mascara across his eye.

“You don’t need half of this stuff.” Frankie whispered.

“What do you mean?” You loved his dimple.

“It isn’t the makeup or the fancy fin that draws people towards you…it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You heard the mascara clatter on the floor as your lips crashed into his. You’d imagined if you ever got to kiss Frankie that it would be a gentle, soft kiss like in the movies but this kiss was powered by pure adrenaline and want. You felt Frankie’s tongue at your lips as it entered your mouth, his grip tightening on your waist.

You moved his hat so you could run your fingers through his curls. He groaned into your mouth and after a few moments the two of you finally went up for air, your forehead touching his.

“Bedroom?” Frankie asked, you nodded fervently as he scooped you up from the couch by your backside, your lips planting deep kisses on his neck as he made his way to his room. You felt your back hit the wall as Frankie still had you wrapped tightly around his legs. You peeled your shirt off, exposing your bra as you grabbed onto him, more needy than ever for him to be as close to you as possible.

He kisses at your neck, down to your breasts as he uses one hand to unhook your bra. He tosses the bra across the room and groans as he takes his free hand to grab one and put one of your nipples in his mouth.

You want to feel him, all of him but you can’t in that position. “Frankie, I need you. Take me to bed.”

He quickly answers your call, bringing you over to his bed and tossing you on your back. You admire as he strips his clothes off, exposing his broad chest and his stomach with a slight pouch. His curls are wild and he’s flushed.

While he unbuttons his pants, you do the same, stripping and sliding them off of you while you’re on the bed, only leaving you in a cotton thong. When Frankie removes his pants he exposes his boxers with an already stiff bulge in between his legs. He tugs at it before he leans down into you, surrounding you on the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He whispers as you shiver at his touch. His hands are everywhere on you, exploring territory that was once forbidden. He grabs the curve of your ass to grind himself into you and you groan into his mouth. You can feel the outline of his hard, thick cock as he grinds into you with a circular motion.

You feel him between your folds and you move your fingers down to relieve yourself of the ache. Frankie looks down to see you touching yourself and removes your fingers, chuckling to himself.

“Baby, that's my job.” He grins, you groan as his thick fingers meet your clit, pressing into it into a circular rhythm. His circular strokes become broader until his fingers are at the outline of you.

He enters you slowly, filling you with his two long, thick fingers as you start to whine and groan against him.His pace quickened

“Yeah, baby, you like this? You like me getting you ready for this cock?” Frankie whispered.

“Yes, Frankie, please.” You moaned through the sound of him shallowly entering and exiting you, your wetness filling the room.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you, just like this.” He smashed his lips into yours, quickening his pace as you felt yourself building and building. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers.

“Fuck yes, baby, you’re so wet.” Frankie groaned.

You moaned into his mouth, his fingers meeting that spot that yours couldn’t quite reach as you climaxed, breathing back down to Earth in a state of pure bliss.

You grabbed at his cock, feeling the tip wet with pre-cum. You’d imagined how he’d be, but you never imagined him to be so huge. Long strokes down him could barely cover all his length and his fingers barely wrapped around his girth.

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.” You whispered.

“I’m clean, too. Are you ready, baby?”You felt him line up against you, feeling the pressure of his tip rubbing against your folds.

Frankie slowly entered you. You felt him fit into you, stretching you. Nobody had ever made you feel so full, and when he finally was at a point where he was all the way in, he kept still. Both of you breathing heavily as he planted soft kisses across your face and throat.

“I’m sorry, I’ll move in a second, you’re just so tight.” He laughed, you giggled into his shoulder, his hand finding your hair to stroke it and soothe you as he began to move. It was so much, all around you and in you.

“Oh fuck, Frankie.” Your breath hitched with every move he made. After starting out slow he found a rhythm for the two of you as you grabbed onto anything that you could. His strong shoulders, his broad back. You wrapped your legs around his, sinking him deeper into you as he moved faster.

You chanted words of encouragement to him. Fuck me harder. Right there. He kept hitting the same spongy spot his fingers were before and you feel yourself falling apart under him with each hard thrust.

When you come back down from your peak, you feel Frankie tremble above you as his thrusts become more staggered. He grabs your face to drive his lips against your as he fills you up, the two of you still and panting once he’s done.

The two of you laid there for a few moments, his head buried in your neck as you fingered through his brown curls. You smelled the lightly scented shampoo in his hair and marveled at how right this all felt. As if he could read your mind, Frankie got up to look at you, stroking your face, smirking and exposing his dimple.

He pulls out of you, rolling onto his side as he pulls you in with him. He nestles into your neck and soon, the two of you fall into a deep sleep.

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You woke up the next morning, the sunlight on your face as you slowly remembered the events from the previous night out of your sleep induced confusion. You feel Frankie’s broad arms surround you and you turn to look at him.

He was so gorgeous. Wild curls with some clinging to his neck. His lips swollen, ready for you to press against them again. You admired the gray flecks that were peppered through his patchy beard, his strong nose.

You couldn’t believe it had actually happened, he was yours. You rolled back over with a brief sense of panic. Was he really yours? Was last night a spur-of-the-moment occurrence because your emotions were high? You knew you’d have to talk about it at some point, but for now you just wanted to embrace being in bed with him.

“Good morning.” Frankie planted kisses across your neck, quickly waking up after you. “How’d you sleep?”

“Amazing.” You answered truthfully. He peppered kisses down your neck and nibbled at your ear. You felt him press up against you.

“It’s not too forward of me to ask for a round two, is it?” He whispered gruffly in your ear. You pressed your ass into him, finding his lips to greet your tongue with his.

Frankie heard his cellphone buzz.

“They can leave a voicemail.” He flipped you on top of him as you kissed him through a fit of giggles.

It buzzed again and almost immediately you heard a sharp knock on his front door.

“Fish!! Rise and shine.” Santi’s voice boomed through the door.

“Hi Frankie!” Taylor chimed in.

Your eyes widened.

“Shit. I forgot I told Pope and Taylor I’d go with them to get food for Benny and Ironhead’s barbeque.”

He knocked again.

“You forgot?” You hissed, jumping off of him to quickly put on your clothes.

“I was a little distracted.” He took a moment to admire your naked figure.

“Knock knock, Francisco!” Santi yelled.

Frankie’s bedroom was a flurry of clothes as Santi knocked again.

“Hold your damn horses, Pope!!!” Frankie yelled.

“Too late, we’re coming in.” Frankie cursed the day he decided to give his best friend a spare key. He ran out of the bedroom, clothes on but slightly askew.

“Have you heard from the little mermaid this morning? We keep trying her cell.” Santi asked, his hand around Taylor’s waist.

“Yeah, Frankie. Have you heard from her she didn’t come home last–”

“Oh–my–”

Taylor and Santiago freeze as they catch you in your clothes, trying to stealthily sneak away from Frankie’s bedroom. The silence in the room could make you hear a pin drop. Frankie has his arms protectively around your shoulders and after a few beats, Santiago starts to stifle out a laugh.

“Nope!” Frankie growls. “Not. A. Word. We’re getting dressed.”

“So, where’d you stay, Lili’s room?” Santi grinned, Taylor playfully tapped him as she gave you an over excited wink and thumbs up.

“Later.” You had mouthed to her, scurrying back into the bathroom to get dressed.

After getting dressed, Taylor and Santiago surprisingly kept to their word and didn’t mention the incident at all when you had gone out for breakfast or ran errands.

During errands though, you noticed that Frankie had become more confident in touching you. Gone were the shy looks away, he held your hand walking into the grocery store and casually had his arm around yours at breakfast.

When it was time to go to the Millers’ for the day, you instinctively didn’t display PDA in front of the brothers. Not because they didn’t know the way both of you felt about each other, but the fact that everything had just happened and the whole friend group knowing was alot to take in. You and Frankie still had so much to discuss.

At one point, though, Taylor had stolen you away into a corner to discuss.

“Spill. Now.” Taylor was almost bouncing on her heels from excitement.

You told her the details between the night you had and how surprised you were

Taylor spun you around, nearly toppling over.

“See? I told you!! You guys are perfect for each other!!”

“Not so fast, Tay. It literally just happened last night. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about it.” You said.

“Were you guys going to before Santi and I showed up?” She asked.

“Not exactly…we were…occupied.” You blushed, your best friend giving an exaggerated gasp.

Taylor squealed again. “This is perfect. You’re practically glowing and I know he’s happy. You guys are going to be so happy together!!”

You were happy. But it had just happened and this wasn’t the way you wanted everyone to find out.

The rest of the day at the Millers’ barbecue was incredibly fun. Drinks, games and good company with your group of friends that you had just met but felt like you’d known a lifetime.

At the end of the day, everyone went their separate ways as Frankie offered to drive you back to your car at his place.

“Hi.” Frankie took your hand in his truck as he began to drive.

“Hi.” You bashfully smiled back at him. You were incredibly comfortable around Frankie but the idea of you and him and what you did that previous night was still a marvel to you. You just couldn’t believe he reciprocated those feelings.

“So. What do we do now, cariño?” Frankie asked you, his thumb circling your palm.

“Well since everyone knows, maybe we could just take some time to figure this out? Give each other some space and time?” You asked. Maybe it isn’t exactly what you want but maybe it’s the practical thing to do.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. What’s the rush, right?” Frankie asked, removing his hand from yours only to card it through his hair.

The two of you wordlessly drove back to Frankie’s house, your car still in his driveway. As he walked you to your car, he leaned you against it. He cupped his hands on your face and planted a soft kiss onto your lips.

“I can’t even begin to describe how amazing last night was.” Frankie’s hands were on your shoulders, big and surrounding you.

“I think I might know” You grinned up at him.

The soft kisses became bigger, his lips pressing harder onto yours.

“It doesn’t have to end now, does it?” You looked into his eyes and asked him. He stared at you intensely for one, long moment. His hands stroking your cheeks and your hair and then meeting your forehead. God, he could never get tired of kissing you.

Without hesitation, he took your hand and brought you back into the house.

#frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales smut #triple frontier #triple frontier smut #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x y/n #Pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfic

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animeloverskylarmoon · 1 month

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Byakuya Kuchiki (Bleach) Short Story: Chapter 4

You’ve already fully healed. It’s been about a month, so you aren’t sure why this is happening.

“I-I promise I’m fine.”

Byakuya is literally carrying you back to the fourth squad after your training with some of the squad eleven members that you’ve befriended.

“You’re still recovering. You shouldn't over exert yourself.”

His glare is fixed in the direction of the three males and they scatter like flies.

You sigh heavily.

It’s strange, he’s been acting like this since you got hurt. At first it was endearing, but now it’s like he doesn’t think you’re capable. Byakuya flash steps and you just relent. He’ll get tired eventually.

“You’ve healed a dozen people, it’s time to take a rest.”

“W-WHAT! This is literally my job!!”

Byakuya drags you away as you flap your arms around.

“You fell asleep at the desk, are you exhausted? You should rest. You’re off for the rest of the day.”

“N-No wait it was just a nap!!”

You’re heaved over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’ve been daydreaming a lot, is your injury acting up? You need rest.”

“I just needed to sneeze!!”

The entire week has been nothing but you being carried to your quarters anytime Byakuya thought you were remotely tired. It’s gotten to the point that you’re actually drained trying to avoid him.

That afternoon as you’re heading back to the fourth squad barracks from delivering some files, you notice someone ahead.

Those eyes are a dead give away.

Usually you would greet him, but you’re annoyed. One battle it seems Byakuya has completely lost faith in you. You lower your head, walking right past him and he stops.

“(L/N)-san you-”

“STOP!!”

Your yell is startling for both of you. You spin around, agitated.

“I-I’m not some weakling okay! I-I know I’m not as strong as you but I need to be able to do this job. I-I’ve just started to feel like I’m stronger. Like what I do actually makes a difference. So why won’t you let me..”

Your eyes shake, and Byakuya takes it all in.

“I should have been honest.”

He thought that if he kept his eyes on you, then he would never have to worry about seeing you in that state again. But his manner of carrying it out just made you doubt yourself. Right now, there’s only one thing he can do. Because if he doesn’t, all the work he did to ensure that you understood that to him, you held strength, well, it would have been for nothing.

“I have feelings for you (Y/N).”

For a moment you just stare at him. You don’t move, and the furrow of your brows begin to even out into shock. He takes a step.

“I was being selfish. I did not consider what my intervention would make you think. I know you are capable. You proved that already. You were on the brink of death and you still chose to help your comrades. There’s nothing else you have to prove that I’m not already aware of.”

You aren’t sure you’ve even taken a proper breath.

Another step and he’s right before you.

“I only want to protect you. I will not make this mistake again, so please forgive me.”

Silence is all he gets. He understands that you may need time to process, but it doesn’t look like you’ve even blinked.

“(L/N)-san.��

You pass out right there and he catches you, a bead of sweat running down the side of his head.

~Fourth Squad Barracks~

“KYA!!”

You jolt awake, holding your chest.

“I-It was a dream..”

Your cheeks are on fire as you’re now sitting on your bed.

“It was not a dream.”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!”

Your scream rings through the room, and Byakuya just watches you before he speaks again.

“Are you going to faint again?”

You shake your head stiffly.

Byakuya stands.

“I trust that you’ll give it some thought. I will be in your care.”

Byakuya bows and you start panicking.

“W-What are you talking about!!”

“We're lovers.”

“Y-You just went ahead and decided that!!!”

“Are you saying you have no desire to be my lover?”

You expect his tone and expression to be cold, but he looks like a puppy that’s just been told it's bad.

“ARGHHH!! DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!”

How the hell did you get yourself into this situation?

Better yet, how do you get out of it!

#bleach #byakuya x reader #humor #cute #crushes #byakuya kuchiki #love #reapers #soul society #gotei13 #trust #feelings

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Azusa Heaven [02]

ー The scene starts in the guest room at Eden

*Thud*

Yui: Phew...

( The book was just so interesting, I ended up reading till quite late at night but...I should probably hit the hay soon. )

ー She can hear footsteps approaching

Yui: ( Hm? ...Who could that be...? )

Azusa: Eve...Can I come in?

Yui: Azusa-kun? Go ahead, come on in.

ー Azusa enters the room

*Creaaak*

Yui: Azusa-kun, why are you only poking your head through the door...?

Azusa: I figured I might be bothering you because I dropped by without notice...

Yui: That’s not true. I’m happy you’re here.

Azusa: ...Thanks...

ー She enters the room

Yui: ( He’s carrying his pillow. He looks somewhat restless. )

Azusa: I’m sorry for the sudden visit but...I just couldn’t fall asleep for some reason...

Whenever I close my eyes, your face pops up in my mind...and I can’t help but want to see you.

So...I figured as well pay you a visit, so here I am...

Yui: ( That means...I’ve been on his mind this whole time, right...? )

( It’s a little embarrassing, but I’m happy. Okay, I’ll do anything I can...! )

In that case, please wait one second. I’ll go make you a cup of hot chocolate...

*Rustle*

Azusa: Ah...Wait...

ー Azusa walks over to her

Azusa: I want you to stay here...

Yui: But you might be able to sleep soundly after having some hot chocolate?

Azusa: Don’t worry...I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to sleep thanks to your warmth.

So...Will you sleep with me...?

Yui: S-Sure...

Azusa: I’m glad...If you’d excuse me then...

ー He crawls into bed with her

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: I’ll put my pillow next to yours, okay...?

Phew...Just as I thought, I feel completely relaxed next to you...

Do you feel the same way...?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( Actually, my heart’s racing... )

Azusa: Hey...Can I scoot a little closer...?

Let’s sleep while holding hands...

*Rustle rustle *

Azusa: ...?

Yui: Azusa-kun, what’s wrong...?

Azusa: I feel as if your body seems colder than usual...

Yui: You think so...?

( I feel perfectly fine though... )

Azusa: Hold up, I’ll warm you up at once...

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Nnh...Nn...

ー He bites her

Yui: Ah...!

( He’s sucking blood from my shoulder...! )

Azusa: Nn...Haah, nn...Your blood is so warm...

I’m pretty sure the heat will slowly spread from here...

Yui: E-Even so, you caught me off guard...

Azusa: I’m sorry...Did it make you upset...?

Yui: Uu...

( When he puts it like that...I can’t help but forgive him... )

Azusa: That expression...You’ll forgive me...? Then...I’ll do even more...Nn...

Yui: Ah...!

Azusa: Nnh...Nn...Haah, you’ve warmed up quite a bit...

Yui: ( Even though he should stop...I can’t find the strength to push him away. I feel kind of lightheaded... )

Azusa-kun, I’m reaching my...

Azusa: After drinking your blood...I’ve also gotten kind of drowsy...

Yui: Eh...?

Azusa: Fufu...I’m sure both of us will be able to have a nice sleep now...

Goodnight...Muah.

*Smooch*

Yui: ...! G-Goodnight...

ー Azusa closes his eyes

Yui: ( G-Gosh...The excitement has got me wide awake... )

( But I got to see Azusa-kun’s peaceful slumbering expression now, so I guess I should be glad. )

( I’ll rest up next to him as well. )

Sweet dreams...Azusa-kun.

ー She closes her eyes as well.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leazusaheaven2

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months

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Okay, I just watched Moriarty the Patriot recently and been obsessed with them(as I’m sure you can tell considering I liked every fic you had of them😜) Anyway! I was thinking of the reunion. We know William survive, but he lives in Switzerland and we know Sherlock moves out there with him as well. So, the Moriarty brothers, James Bonde(Irene Adler), Fred, Moran, and Jack goes to Switzerland and they see William and Sherlock and after the tears and words that haven’t been said that are finally spoken they have a they have a tickle fight.

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

JEJRJERJEKJRJKE YESH! I love this so much alrkaejrajkej This kinda turned into "Let's wreck William- the dabble" but like- the tickle fight elements are in there! I hope you like it friend :3

William hadn’t realized how hollow he felt until he was in the arms of his brothers once more.

Louis’ wet voice saying his name, Albert’s arms strong and steady- the dull ache in his chest was finally starting to ease as he breathed them in, barely fighting off his own tears as he squeezed them close. “I’ve missed you…I’ve missed you all so much. Welcome home.”

Around him, he heard movement- Moran barely hiding a sniffle while Bonde bumped him gently, Fred offering his assistance to Sherlock as they carried in bags. Soon though, it was just them once more; three brothers no longer separated.

“Come now- let’s go in before we catch our deaths out here.” Albert was the first to pull away, shivering as the cold air cut through his jacket.

“Have you been well? You’re thinner than last time I’ve seen you.” Louis noted, hand already out and squeezing William’s side. “You’ve been eating, yes?”

“Ah-Yes, yes I ha-have! Louis!” William caught the investigative hand, pulling it away gently from his waist. “Please!”

“Forgive me brother- just worried.” Despite the apology, Louis was smiling, sharing a look with Albert across his shoulder. Oh dear- this wasn’t going to end well.

~~~

Sometimes, William hated how right he was.

“L-Louis, really! I’m fine, I promise!” He scooted back further in his seat against the couch, hands held up as his brother approached. “There’s no need to interrogate me further!”

“Who said anything about interrogating? I just haven’t heard you laugh in such a long time. Neither of us had, right Albert?” Louis turned to their eldest brother, nodding once.

“But of course, Louis. I for one missed our dear brother smiling and laughing. The last time we’ve all seen one another- well, you were quite the character.” The brunette moved quickly, snatching up William’s wrists with ease, pulling them up and out of the way. “I don’t fault you for it- but I would prefer my next big memory of you in mirthful tears, not pained ones. Ready?”

“Ready!”

“Oh no- don’t you da-ahahhhahahahre!” William all but broke when Louis grabbed his sides, tapping against them with rapid speed. He’d gotten better at tickling in their time apart. “Lohohohoohuis, pleahhahahhahahse!”

“There it is! That’s the look we’ve been longing to see.” Louis giggled softly, easily switching from tapping to pinching and further sending William into giggly hysterics. “It’s so refreshing to hear it, don’t you agree?”

Albert was quiet, watching William laugh with the fondest of expressions. When his voice wouldn’t work, he simply smiled, alternating his grip so he could hold William’s wrists with one hand and tickle him with the other.

“Ah! Nohohohohot youhuohohohu twohohohooho! Alhahhahahahhalbehehehehhert!” William could barely speak, flustered and breathless. He was happy though- it was clear as day on his face as his brothers drew out every once of laughter he buried away for so long.

“What a sight to see, wouldn’t you agree?” Hidden just out of view by the doorway, Moran grinned at Bonde, arms folded across his chest. “Hadn’t seen that sight in awhile.”

“Yes. It’s lovely.” They nodded, equally moved by the nostalgic sight. For a moment, they stood there taking it all in. Then…

“Shall we go get Fred? Give him a similar treatment?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #mtp #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #reunion #what do you mean this isn't canon it certainly is #this is how it went down Sherlock told me so :P #jajkreakjrkjeakjraeklrjkarkjaekljr #I love them your honor #it's been so long since I've written for them and this made me super happy!#moriarty the patriot spoilers #moriarty the patriot anime spoilers #moriarty the patriot manga spoilers

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The Things You Give: Part 27

Wow, two months just fly by. I could've sworn I posted it at least last month, but no it said it in April. I hope ya'll can forgive me. To those that have stuck around, thank you. It means more to me than you'll ever know. <3

The room was deadly quiet as Steven’s icy eyes pierced into Y/n’s. Everyone wore shocked expressions, except for Eric and Kelso. Eric wore a shameful look while Kelso wore a deep smirk and hooded eyes, moving closer towards her.

“You…what?” Hyde breathed, anger and hurt boiling in the pit of his stomach.

“You heard the lady, Hyde,” Kelso said arrogantly and pushed his way past Hyde to stand in front of Y/n, sighing exuberantly. “She wanted me first.” He winked at her.

“Kelso,” she sighed, exasperated, and shoved him to the side causing him to stumble back down onto the couch.

“Oh, I like it when you say my name like that,” he purred. “Do it again.”

“Will you shut up?!” Hyde yelled, fighting the urge to knock him straight. He turned to a guilty-ridden Y/n. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this! Did you ever plan on telling me?!”

“No, because it didn’t seem important!” she defended. “It was just something that I thought about one time! It didn’t happen and even it if did, it wouldn’t have meant anything!”

“Not important?” he spit. “So, was that night we had together not important? It didn’t mean anything to you?!”

“Of course, it did! It meant everything to me!”

“What the hell makes me think that it would’ve meant something with him if I hadn’t been there?” Hyde fumed. “If I hadn’t been there, you would be married to him and carrying his kids, not me!”

“Whoa,” Kelso cut in, standing between the couple. “I wouldn’t have gotten you pregnant and I definitely wouldn’t have married you.” He scoffed. “It ain’t my style.”

“Yeah, because getting two women pregnant is way out of your style,” Fez sneered.

Donna, seeing smoke escaping Hyde’s ears, stood up and smacked Kelso hard upside the head and forced him back down onto the couch.

“Ow! What the hell, Donna?”

“Just shut up, Kelso!”

“Steven, it wouldn’t have meant anything with him because he’s not you,” Y/n said gently, trying not to poke the bear any further. “I fell in love with you, not him. I could never fall in love with someone like him.”

Kelso’s eyebrows pinched together and he opened his mouth to speak up, but Donna slapped her hand over it to shut him up.

“You were the one there that night because you were meant to be,” she continued.

“I can’t believe this,” Steven said and wiped a hand down his face. “One of the best nights I’ve ever had and I’m runner up.”

“Steven, please,” Y/n pleaded. “Do you know how unbelievably glad I am that Kelso wasn’t there?”

“Hey!” Kelso said, hurt laced across his features. “I maybe the most desired man, but I still have feelings!”

“Kelso—!” Y/n cried out frustratingly, but decided to turned back to her husband. “Baby, please believe me.”

“How—how can I when you were looking for meaningless sex and I just so happened to be there?” he asked.

“Hyde, man, I think you’re overthinking this and making a bigger deal out of this than this needs to be,” Kelso said. “Who’s to say I even would’ve said yes?” He turned to Y/n with a glint in his eye. “I mean, I would’ve said yes.” He quickly averted his gaze away from her when her face contorted to a nasty look, but was only met with an even more infuriated Steven Hyde.

“L-look,” he stuttered and took a couple steps back from the couple. “You’re overreacting to something that didn’t even happen! Everything worked out okay?”

“Okay?” Hyde questioned. “No, it’s not okay! It’s—it’s weird! I don’t want to be in the delivery room with you and have this mental image of you two. And how it could’ve been him there instead of me. I…I need to get out of here. Don’t wait up.”

“Wait, Steven, come on!” Y/n begged. “It’s not that big of a deal!”

“It is for me,” he replied, this time calmer. “You wanted to sleep with Batman, but instead you had to settle for Robin.” He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, but soon anger dried her eyes. She spun to face her betrayal of a brother. “What the HELL was that?!” She stepped closer to him; slowly, menacingly. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut about that? I told you that in confidence! How could you do this?!”

“Y/n, I’m—I’m sorry!” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“How could you believe that I would do that to Steven?” she asked. “You know that’s not how I feel.”

“Yeah, I know, but…Y/n, I can’t help but think that when you look at the facts,” he said. “It looks like you settled for Hyde when you originally wanted Kelso.”

“For a night!” she cried out, enunciating each word. “I only wanted Kelso for one night! Steven already feels like I’m going to ditch him at any point; can you imagine how hearing this makes him feel now?!”

“Yep, everyone wants a piece of me,” Kelso said proudly.

“Why does he feel like that?” Jackie asked, smacking him in the arm.

“Because of how everything and everyone else in his life before has gone,” Y/n said, feeling a wicked headache coming on.

“How was I supposed to know how he was feeling?!” Eric asked. “I’m not a mind reader!”

“No, but you don’t know how to read a room sometimes!” she said through gritted teeth. Y/n turned to everyone else. “Does it really look like that?”

They were all quiet, afraid to answer her.

“A little bit, yeah,” they all mumbled together.

“I can’t believe this…” Y/n said. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“We know,” Donna said. “But it does kinda look like that, though.”

Y/n sighed in defeat and rubbed her temples that were now throbbing. “I need to go. I need to go find Steven.” She walked out the door, leaving everybody else behind.

Jackie blew out of her puffed cheeks. “Boy, that was intense.”

“And a little terrifying,” Donna said.

“You’re right,” Eric said. “I don’t know what was scarier: the fact that I thought I was about to witness Hyde murder Kelso, or…Hyde using a Batman reference.”

Fez nodded. “Definitely the Batman reference.”

--Later—

“So…you kissed the milkman?” Eric asked.

Donna ended up confessing to Eric after the matter, guilt gnawing at her. She nodded, avoiding eye contact with him as she picked at the worn couch. Instead of getting mad at her, he ended up laughing.

“What?” she asked. “What’s so funny?”

“Just…” he said between breaths. “I’ve seen the milkman and you are way out of his league. You probably made him feel like he was on top of the world.”

“Shut up, Eric,” she pouted. “I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Okay, okay,” Eric said, calming down and turned his attention back to the tv. “So…are we going to get free milk now or…?”

“Shut up!”

--Meanwhile—

“Man…I can’t believe Y/n wanted you the night she and Hyde got together,” Jackie said to Kelso as she, Kelso and Fez sat in the Forman’s driveway.

“I can,” he responded. “I’m a beautiful guy. And a great lover.”

“Yeah…” Jackie said, absent-mindedly, smirking. “You were…great.”

“I know I was,” he said matter-of-factly, not picking up on her sarcasm.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey,” Fez said, a small crinkle forming between his eyebrows. “What about me?”

“Even though Michael was good,” she started off slowly. “Fez, you were the best I’ve ever had. You were better than Michael.”

“Whoa!” Kelso said, offended.

“Hoorah!” Fez cried out, pumping his fists in the air. “Suck it, Kelso!”

“Him?! Really?!”

Jackie shrugged. “What can I say? He did these moves that you wouldn’t even know about.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” Fez winked.

“Unbelievable,” Kelso scoffed. “I’ve never heard that before.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “Look, you’re good, but you’re not the best.”

“BURN!” Fez cried out. “Do you need some ice and cream for that?”

“Way to add salt to the wound, Jackie! GOD!”

Jackie laughed as Kelso got up to run into the kitchen for a soda.

“Awesome,” Fez laughed, high-fiving her. “You really got him.”

“Yeah, but everything I said is true.” She finished off her soda and placed it back on the ground beside her.

“Really?” Fez asked slowly, raising his brow seductively. “Do you want a reminder?”

Jackie gave him a deadpanned look. “No, Fez.”

“C’mon, we don’t have to get back together!” he said. “We can have a little fun in the bedroom is all I’m saying.”

“No, Fez,” she said sternly.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

“Hey, I just thought of something,” Kelso said, bringing back a coke bottle.

“No, I’m not doing it with you either,” Jackie said.

“What? No,” Kelso said as he sat down. “I was just thinking about what Hyde said about me and Y/n.”

“Yeah? And?” Jackie asked.

“Even though Y/n is smoking hot, I probably would’ve said no.”

Jackie and Fez rolled their eyes at him.

“Oh, please,” Jackie guffawed. “Getting hot girls is your specialty. That’s why you got me.”

“No, I mean, she was too vulnerable for me not to feel bad,” he said as he twisted the bottle cap between his fingers, now embarrassed that he said anything at all. “She’s my friend. I don’t know if it would’ve felt right.”

“Michael Kelso, are you saying that you’re…respecting women now?!” Jackie exclaimed.

“I don’t know, man,” Kelso replied, rubbing his forehead. “Ever since Betsy…I look at everything completely different now.”

“Wow,” Fez said. “You’re finally growing up. Congratulations.”

He laughed. “I know, man. I’m mature and good-looking. Being a single father has made even more beautiful than I already am.”

Jackie chuckled. “And he’s back.”

--Time Skip—

It didn’t take long for Kelso and Eric to find Hyde. He had gone driving around town, trying to cool down and make himself think rationally. But every time he thought about Y/n and Kelso tangled in the sheets and carrying Kelso’s babies instead of his, it would make his blood boil and heart clench all over again.

He finally settled on the Hub where he sat by himself at the corner booth. He didn’t want to go home. He wasn’t ready to face Y/n. Fries laid in front of him, but he lost his appetite from thinking about them again.

“We thought we’d find you here,” Eric said as he and Kelso took a seat across from Hyde.

Hyde looked up and sighed, pushing the fries forward. “Do you want these fries? They came for me but they would probably rather sleep with you.”

“Come on, Hyde,” Kelso said. “Like we were saying earlier, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“How can it not be?” Hyde asked. “I finally find myself in a real relationship with a great girl, someone that won’t bail on me, only to find out that she wanted you first!”

“Yeah, for like a half an hour!” Kelso defended. “She wants you for the rest of her life.”

Hyde scoffed. “You sure about that? You sure I’m not the rebound?”

“Look, man,” Eric started. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” Hyde said. “I wasn’t her first option; I was the second one!”

“You know, even if something would’ve happened between us, it wouldn’t have worked out,” Kelso admitted. That caught Hyde’s attention as he stared at him through his aviators. “It wouldn’t have been real like it is with you and her. It probably would’ve lasted—what? —a couple months before fizzing out?”

Hyde didn’t respond but shake his head and looked down at the table.

“I mean, I would break up with her first to save face,” Kelso scoffed. “I’m too pretty to break up with.”

Snapping his head up, Hyde glared at him once again.

“Not the time, man,” Eric muttered him and turned back to Hyde. “Are you forgetting that you guys had feelings for each other long before that night?”

Hyde rubbed his forehead and glared at Kelso. “Does it matter? She still wanted you. You! Out of all people!”

“No,” Eric said. “She wanted you first. This whole time. Have you ever stopped to think she wanted Kelso for one night because she didn’t know if you felt the same way? She knew Kelso wouldn’t turn her down, so he was a guaranteed cheap one-night stand.”

“Again—hey!” Kelso cried out, confused. “I’m right here!”

“Sorry, buddy. Gotta make a point,” Eric said, shrugging.

“Man, how would you feel if you found out Donna wanted Kelso first instead of you?” Hyde asked him.

“She did once,” Eric responded quietly. “Casey, remember?”

Hyde shook his head. “No, man, he was the rebound. She only wanted him because—oh, crap.”

Eric nodded, a crooked smile spreading on his face. “See?”

His face turned from angry to somber. “Yeah, but every time I think of them two, I get this image that makes me want to drive my head through a wall.”

“Hyde, man, it didn’t even happen,” Kelso repeated. “She didn’t even see me that night. Hell, it barley crossed her mind.”

“Yeah, because I came into her line of vision,” he said stubbornly.

“You know that’s not true,” Eric said. “If it were, do you think she’d have married you?”

Hyde’s tongue ran alongside his cheek as he thought about it. After a minute, he sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am,” Eric responded proudly. “Much to my dismay, you guys were meant to be together. Everyone sees it. It’s like a natural feeling with you two.”

“Yeah, man,” Kelso chimed in. “What you have with Y/n is something that happens once in a lifetime. You know if you’re looking for that sort of thing.”

Hyde was quiet for another moment before speaking. “Alright, don’t get all mushy on me. Where is she?”

“At home,” Eric said. “Waiting for you.”

“Thanks,” he responded and stood, looking at Kelso. “And if you make any comments about this, I’ll kick your ass.”

“I gotta, Hyde,” Kelso responded. “It’s like asking me not breathe.”

Without warning, Hyde slugged him in the shoulder causing Kelso to grunt in pain. “Next time, it’ll be your face.”

“Damn, Hyde!” Kelso cried out, jumping from his seat. “That’s how you thank me for helping you?”

“Fine, thank you!” Hyde said, punching Kelso in the arm.

He grunted again, rubbing his sore arm. “That’s better.”

●●●

“Hey,” Steven greeted his wife as he walked through the sliding door in the kitchen.

Y/n was sat at the table, drinking some tea to calm her nerves. She turned and looked up at him nervously. “Hey.”

The silence was deafening between them as he stood by the counter and she stayed in her seat; neither of them able to find the right words.

“Look, Steven,” she began. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just thought—”

“I know,” he said and sat down next to her. “I know why you did it. To be honest I probably would’ve done the same thing too if I were in your shoes.”

Y/n looked at him confused, but also amused. “You’d go and find Kelso to sleep with you?”

His eyes snapped to hers with disgust written on his face. “What? God! No! I would find a girl to do it with!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his discomfort. He couldn’t help but chuckle himself.

Once their laughter bubbled down, they look at each other with gentle eyes.

“You know I’d never do that to you,” she said quietly and cupped his hand with hers. “Right?”

A gentle smile spread across his face. “I do now.”

“If I would’ve known that you felt the same way, it wouldn’t have even crossed my mind.”

“I understand that now,” he said. A beat passed. “It’s a good thing you did end up sleeping with me, huh?”

She chuckled. “Yeah, finding out I was pregnant would’ve been very awkward.”

“Yeah…” he chuckled, trailing off.

It was silent between them again as the tension in the air loosened and calmed. Looking up at him into his eyes, the eyes that were as blue as the sky and that could look into hers as deep as the ocean, she brought his hand to her lips and gave it the gentlest kiss as if he would break. “I love you, Steven.”

He grinned at her. “I know.”

Just as they were leaning into another kiss, a loud group of ‘Aweeee’ was heard behind them.

“You made up!” Jackie gushed.

“What the hell?!” Y/n cried out, seeing the group behind them. “Were you guys here listening this whole time?!”

“Yes,” Fez said, starting to get choked up. He swallowed thickly, his voice quivering. “And it was beautiful.”

“Oh, my God,” Y/n whined, looking at her friends who were smiling at them. “Can’t we ever get privacy with you guys?”

“Nope!” Eric cried out. “But if it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t have made up.”

“Yeah, sure,” Hyde grumbled and grabbed Y/n’s hand, leading them out of the kitchen.

“What’s their deal?” Eric asked, annoyed and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.

“Maybe they’re going to go have make-up sex,” Fez said, making everyone giggle but Eric.

He glowered at his friends. “Because I can’t hear that enough.”

●●●

Wednesday, December of 1978

5 Days Before Christmas

Forman’s Residence

“But, Mommy, I want him!” the little girl on TV cried to her mother. Her dark brown hair hung loosely around her face as a red winter hat fit snuggly on her head. Her brown eyes sparkled as she looked at the brown teddy fluffy teddy bear, sitting on the shelf above her. The teddy bear’s beaded eyes stared down at her, as if he was silently pleading to be taken home with her.

“I know, Annalyn, but we can’t afford him right now,” the mother replied solemnly and grabbed her hand. “We’re lucky we were able to afford Christmas dinner this year.”

“But, he’s all I want for Christmas!” Annalyn wailed as her mother dragged her away.

“I know,” she replied sadly. “But maybe Santa will give you him.”

As Annalyn’s mother dragged her away, the little girl looked over her shoulder at Mr. Teddy. For a split second, she swore she saw the bear’s head looking at her with a sad look on his face. Tears welled in her eyes as she turned back around into the freezing cold.

Y/n sat on the couch, tears flowing heavily down her face with a tissue in hand. She wiped at her eyes, sniffling. The TV program cut to a cereal commercial as Y/n popped some Christmas candy in her mouth.

“Are you hungry for Buc Wheats?” an older man asks his supposed grandson.

“Yes, Grandpa!” a little boy in a yellow T-shirt answers.

“Alrighty, son,” Grandpa chuckles and walks over to his cupboard to see it empty of the cereal. “Oh, no! It looks like we’re out.”

“No!” the boy drawled out, wailing dramatically. “Grandpa, I need that cereal! I won’t be able to get the calcium and vitamins from it that will help me grow big and strong! The other kids will make fun of me!”

Y/n’s eyes welled up with fresh tears once as they raced down her face. Bringing the tissue to her nose, she hiccupped, feeling sad and emotional all over again. She balled up the used tissue and reached over, grabbing for another one.

“Hey, Y/n—” Steven said as he walked out of the den. He stopped short when he noticed her bawling. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

She couldn’t answer, but instead point towards the TV. He took a step forward, leaning to the side, turning his attention to the screen.

Confused, he said, “It’s a cereal commercial.”

“No, no, I’m watching a Christmas movie and this little poor girl can’t get the teddy bear she wants for Christmas, the only thing she wants.” Fresh tears filled her eyes. “Now, this little boy can’t get his cereal and will be made fun of.” She started crying again and wiped at her eyes. “Those poor babies.”

Hyde quirked an eyebrow at her. “Oookay.” He went to sit down next to her, but saw a pile of candy wrappers to her side. “Wow.”

“Just a snack,” she sniffed and swiped the wrappers to the side. “What’s up?”

“You really are pregnant, aren’t you?” He sat next to her. “W.B just called and said that he’s throwing a work Christmas party and asked if we’d want to go. You want to?”

“Um,” she started, sniffing. “Do I have to wear a dress?”

“Well,” he said, shrugging. “It is a formal party, so I would assume so.”

Y/n looked down to her growing stomach, pouting. “I barley have anything that fits me anymore.”

“Go shopping then,” he replied, nonchalantly.

She rubbed her belly. “I don’t know, Steven. I don’t think I’ll be able to find something to wear.”

“Sure you will,” he responded and placed his hand on her knee. “You got to have something in your closet.”

“I can go look. If not, I guess I can go shopping. When’s the party?”

“Tonight.”

“Tonight?!” she screeched. “Why are you just telling me this now?”

“He just told me,” he responded. “It’s in a few hours; I’m sure we can be find something.”

He helped Y/n off the couch. “I hope you’re right,” she said.

“I will be,” he said. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll look fine.”

“I better look better than fine.” She started walking up the stairs. “I will not go if I look like a whale.”

Steven groaned internally. This was going to be an interesting six months.

Meanwhile…

“Hey, everyone!” Jackie said cheerfully as she walked into the basement arm-in-arm with a tall, handsome boy. “Everybody, I’d like you to meet Markus!”

Markus flashed a white, dimpled smile. “Hi, everyone.”

He was cute; with dark curly hair and deep, dark eyes. His brown skin glowed and gleamed making any girl that'd walk by him jealous. He was quiet and shy, but sweet.

“Hi, Markus,” everyone greeted. Eric, Donna, Fez, and Kelso sat around, talking amongst themselves.

“Markus is my date to the winter ball,” Jackie continued and leaned on his arm. “Isn’t he cute? He’s captain of the debate team!”

“That’s awesome,” Donna said. “What are you currently debating?”

“Gender studies,” he responded. “I’m fighting for the equality of women in the workplace and rights to their bodies.”

Donna looked at Jackie, approvingly. “I like him.”

“Isn’t he dreamy?” Jackie gushed, heart eyes staring up at him.

Markus shied away, chuckling. “You must be Donna. Jackie’s told me a lot about you.”

“What the hell, Jackie?” Kelso asked, offended. “We both know I’m the most handsome of them all.”

“And you must be Kelso,” Markus said with a dazzling smile.

“Damn right,” he replied and shook Markus’s hand—rather aggressively. “Just so you know, I’m the prettiest of them here. I just want to let you know that. It’s unfair to compare you to my god-like features.”

“Uh-huh,” Markus responded awkwardly. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Shut up, Kelso,” Eric sighed and walked over to him, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, man. I’m Eric.”

��Oh, the Star Wars nerd!” Markus said excitedly. “I’ve wanted to ask you ever since Jackie told me about you: How did you build the Death Star?” Jackie’s eyes widened as did everyone else’s. But, unlike Jackie, everyone was amused. “I bought one for me and my little brother and we can’t figure it out. It has like 3,000 pieces or something.”

Eric’s eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face. Finally, someone to nerd out with! “Oh, ho, ho, let me show you, my friend,” Eric said, slithering his arm around his new friend’s neck. “I had to rebuild mine because somebody—” he shot a glare over to Jackie. “tripped over it and broke it.”

“Well, maybe I can help you rebuild,” Markus said as Eric lead him upstairs.

“And I’m Fez by the way!” Fez called out after them. “I like Star Wars too!” He bounded up the stairs after them.

“I think you just lost your boyfriend,” Donna said to Jackie, giggling.

“Yeah, to yours!” Jackie said and plopped herself on the couch next to her. “I’m going out with a nerd now?! What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing?” Donna said, raising an eyebrow. “Dating a nerd isn’t the end of the world.”

“But I’m going to be seen with him, Donna!”

“He’s cute and on the debate team. I think it’ll be okay,” Donna responded blandly and rolled her eyes. “You need to learn to stop being so superficial. This one might be good for you.”

“Hey!” Kelso said, offended. “I was good for her!”

“No, you weren’t,” Jackie said. “You kept cheating on me!”

“Only for a little bit!” Kelso defended.

Jackie rolled her eyes and turned back to Donna. “Maybe he will be good for me. He won’t cheat on me like Michael, won’t be emotionally unavailable like Steven, or be a good fit for me unlike Fez.” She looked up at the ceiling in deep thought. “I guess I can give him a chance. I like him a lot."

“Then go for it,” Donna encouraged. “He seems super sweet!”

“And smart, and funny,” Jackie continued and turned her head to face Donna. “I see how Eric treats you. What’s it like? To be valued?”

Donna’s eyes softened. “It’s great. I never have to worry about him. I know he loves me and I feel safe with him. Even if he does piss me off sometimes."

Jackie chuckled. “I want to feel that.”

“Then give Markus a chance! He might be just that.”

Silence filled between them for a moment until Jackie spoke up again. “You’re right. I think I will.”

“Good,” Donna responded and patted her shoulder. “Word of advice?”

“Hm?”

“Don’t be yourself.”

“Donna, that’s terrible advice!”

“You don’t want him running away too soon. Give it time. See if he can handle you. No offense, Jackie, but you’re a handful.”

“More like two,” Kelso mumbled.

“Hey!” she protested. “That’s not true! I am a delight.”

“Yeah, when you’re sleeping,” Donna shot back. “Look, there are parts about you that just need a little…toning down.”

“Like what? Name one thing.”

“Well, you’re a little needy,” Donna said, trying to give it to her lightly. “And…self-centered. And selfish at times. And demanding.”

“Okay!” Jackie cried out, offended. “I said one!”

“You also have some good qualities too,” Donna continued. “Remember what we said to you the night your boob popped out?”

“What?!” Kelso shouted. A mix of shock and disappointment that he wasn’t there. “And I wasn’t there!”

“Shut up, Kelso,” Donna and Jackie said in unison.

Jackie turned back to Donna. “Yeah, I remember.”

“It still rings true.” She gave her a gentle smile. “Look, you just got to show that more than your flaws, okay? The good qualities have to outweigh the bad one.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Jackie responded and sank further into her seat.

“Just show your good side, and you’ll be fine,” Donna said. "And then just slowly ease into your bad side. But again, tone it down. Because then you'll definitely lose him."

It was quiet for a moment. “Thanks, Donna.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sudden heavy and fast footsteps caught the ears of the three young adults, making them turn. Fez stood there, panting and panicked.

“Quick! Does anybody know how to dislodge a miniature lightsaber from one’s throat?”

--Scene Transition—

“Argh!” Y/n screamed in frustration from her closet as she threw another dress unintendedly into her husband’s face. “Nothing fits me!”

Closing his eyes in annoyance, he plucked the nude-colored material off his face and placed it down beside him like the five others. “I’m sure you have something, doll.”

She came out of the closet with a green silk dress at her hips, struggling to pull it over her bump. “Please, can I just wear sweats?” she whined as she tried again to squeeze into the dress.

“I know, but you got to have something in there,” Hyde encouraged as he stood to stand next to his wife and noticed a cute black and white dress. “Oh, this is nice.”

“Steven, that’s a Halloween costume,” she responded. “Unless you want me to go to this thing as a sexy French maid.”

All Steven could do was give her a cheeky grin. “Well, I wouldn’t stop you there.”

She gave him a deadpanned glare. “No.” She sighed, stepping out of the dress and walked out the closet feeling depleted. She hunched over, her belly popping out more. “There’s nothing for me to wear. I don’t want to go.”

“Come on, you have to. Everybody is looking forward to seeing you.”

“Steven, I look like a whale!” she snapped, speaking fast.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting back laughter. “First of all, you’re carrying twins. Not like you were going to be skinny throughout the pregnancy.”

She threw him a glare.

“Oh, come on. Be real here.” He sighed and sat next to her. “And 2nd, you’ll look great in whatever you wear.”

She shook her head, pouting. “I’m not going. I can’t wear anything without me wanting to split open the dress. And it’s too late for me to go shopping.”

“You’ll be fine. I know you’ve got something in those millions of dresses you wear.”

She thought about it for a minute. “I think I have something in mind.”

Meanwhile…

“How did you get a toy stuck in your throat?!” Donna shrieked at her boyfriend.

“I was trying to prove a point!” Eric replied, choking.

“Which was?!”

“That Darth Vader’s light saber isn’t the smallest one…” he trailed off. “I don’t think I proved my point.” Donna couldn’t even respond; she just stared at her boyfriend in disbelief. “I know, I’m a dumbass.”

Donna scrunched up her face in a sarcastic smile and nodded. “Little bit.”

"So...these are your friends?" Markus whispered to Jackie.

She rubbed her forehead, sighing. "Yeah."

"Well, I can see who's the smart one," he responded and looked at Eric who was forcibly hacking and gagging to try to get the toy dislodged. "And it ain't him."

She clicked her tongue and nodded. "Yeah..."

"Ow, Donna, this really hurts," Eric said.

"Well, that's what happens when you shove a piece of plastic down your throat!" she responded, looking down his mouth.

“I’ll go get Mrs. Forman,” Jackie sighed and walked out of Eric’s room.

“Do you need us to take you to the hospital?” Markus asked.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Eric responded and coughed. “This isn't my first rodeo.”

“Wha—” Markus began, but was stopped by Donna.

“Don’t even,” she said, shaking her head.

“Besides, my mom’s a nurse,” Eric continued. “She might be able to give me something to make it go down or…pluck it out or something; I don’t know.”

Markus nodded. “Okay…” He made a gesture with his index finger. “Does this kind of thing happen often?”

“Uh…yeah,” Donna responded, crossing her arms. “Sadly, this isn’t the first nor will it be the last time.”

“Um…okay, wow,” he responded and scratched his head. “Can’t say you guys are boring.”

--Time Skip—

“See, I told you you’d find something,” Steven said as he walked his pregnant bride down the stairs carefully. He adorned a beautiful suede jacket with a shirt and tie, dark jeans and boots.

Y/n carefully waddled down the stairs, uncomfortable dressed in a blue straight line dress with short flutter sleeves and a blue rose settled in the middle of her sweetheart neckline. “Yeah…as long as I don’t do anything to rip it like move, then I’ll be okay.”

“You should be happy that you can still fit into your senior prom dress,” he chuckled, helping her down the last step and into her coat.

She whipped towards him with a scowl on her face. “Prom was in March!” Her frown deepened. “Of this year!” Sighing, she looked down at herself. "I'm just lucky that I bought the elastic one, or else I'd be going to this thing in my mom's maternity dress. And it's not sexy."

He opened his mouth to respond as Kitty came around the corner. “Well, don’t you two look nice! What’s the occasion?”

“My work is throwing a holiday party,” Steven responded, placing a hand on Y/n’s lower back, guiding her towards the door.

“Where were you able to find a dress?” Kitty asked, looking at Y/n who was adjusting her tight address.

“The back of my closet,” she replied.

“It looks a little tight, dear.”

“It’s more than just a little. I feel like I’m going to burst at the seams.”

Kitty looked at her daughter up and down. “From the looks of it, you actually might.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“No, honey, I mean…you just…it looks…you know what? Just don’t bend over or sit or move and you should be okay.” She smiled widely at her, laughing uncomfortably.

Y/n couldn’t even respond, running her tongue along her cheek, annoyed. “Okay. We’re leaving now.”

Steven gently guided her out the door, shooting Kitty an apologetic look as he shut the door.

“Good luck with her,” Kitty grumbled to herself as she waved goodbye to the couple and stepped into the living room to tidy up.

As she was, Jackie came down the stairs. “Mrs. Forman?”

She turned to glace to see who it was before turning back to her cleaning. “Yes, dear?”

“Do you know how to get lodged plastic toys out of a throat?”

--Time Skip—

“Steven, Y/n!” W.B called out to the couple.

The Christmas party ended up being in a hotel ballroom with a DJ, lights, tables of food and drinks. Beige walls and dark hardwood flooring were covered with Christmas décor and mini Christmas tree confetti. They were standing with some Steven’s colleagues, having a casual conversation. Steven had a beer in his hand while Y/n had a cup of fruit punch.

“Hey, W.B,” Steven greeted, turning around to greet his father.

“Thank you for coming! You guys having a good time?”

“It’d be a lot more fun if I didn’t have to drink punch,” Y/n quipped, taking a sip of her alcohol-free drink. "Did you know that it has a complete different taste without the booze?"

W.B chuckled. “Sorry about that. Wish I could help.”

“Maybe you can give me a heating pad for Christmas,” she half-joked. “My back is starting to kill me.”

That made W.B laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He looked down at her dress. “You both look very nice.”

“Thank you.” She smiled and adjusted the dress around her waist. “It’s a little uncomfortable though.”

“I can imagine,” he responded and chuckled. “I better get back to socializing with the other employees. Don’t want them to think I’m playing favoritism.” He winked at his son before he sauntered off to join a group of people. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Hyde lifted his drink to him. “See you around, W.B.” Once he was out of sight, he turned back to Y/n. “Are you really having a good time?”

“No,” she said blatantly. “I want to go home, change into my pajamas and watch TV.”

“Look, I know you’re uncomfortable—”

“And miserable.”

“…and miserable, but you being here makes me look good.”

She furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“Look around,” he whispered in her ear, pointing to the crowd around them. “Do you see anyone else with a hot wife? Or any woman draping all over their arm?” He pointed to a middle-aged couple. "You see them? That's Bob and Margaret. They haven't had sex in two years. And word around the water cooler is she's having an affair with the office post delivery man. He's twenty-five, six-foot-tall, wannabe male model."

Y/n's eyes brightened. "You're kidding." She looked at the couple. When Bob tried to put his arm around Margret's waist, she slapped his hand away. "Ouch, that's cruel."

Steven nodded his head. "Yep, but from what everyone says, he ignores her and doesn't talk to her much. And you see that other guy right there?" A guy in his thirties was standing by the door, longingly gazing at another another man. "That's Larry and rumor has it that he's not exactly in with the ladies."

"What do you mean by th--oh," she said, realization hitting her. "He's gay?"

"Well, it's a suspicion, but the way he's staring at Hector from HR makes me confirm those suspicions."

Y/n looked over a Hector who was handsome young man with bright eyes and blonde hair. "Is he gay too?"

"Well, he ain't straight, I can tell you that much."

"They'd make a cute couple."

"Yeah, sure," Hyde responded, bored and turned to Jeremy, a short, dark haired man who was sitting alone in a chair at a table. "And Jeremy, doesn't have anybody, period."

"That's kind of sad," Y/n said, her eyes burning from tears. "He doesn't have anyone."

"He's socially awkward and can't talk to girls. But, he's also crushing on Melissa, the secretary."

Y/n saw a middle-aged woman also standing by herself at a snack table, occasionally stealing glances at Jeremy. Y/n had the strong urge to bring them together.

"So, you see what I mean? You're hot."

Smirking, she turned to him. “You think I’m hot?”

“Duh. You’re the hottest one here.”

She blushed. “Even with my big, round belly?”

“It tells all the other guys here that I got some,” he bragged and took a sip of his beer, smirking.

“Oh, yeah, those three minutes really rock my world,” she poked.

A look of offense crossed his features. “Hey! It was four minutes, get it right.”

She snorted out a laugh and kissed his cheek. “No, you really are the best I’ve ever had,” she gushed, causing him to grin. “Those seven minutes are always the best minutes of my life.”

His grin dropped instantly. “Ha ha.”

Meanwhile…

“How the heck did you do this?!” Kitty asked surprised, looking down Eric’s throat with a flashlight.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know,” Donna responded, crossing her arms.

“Well, honey, I can either give you something to make it go down and have you digest it or I can take a small instrument and pull it from your throat."

Eric blinked. “Will that hurt way less?”

“Essentially, pulling it out of your throat. But I’ll have to stick a wand down your throat to get it out.”

“And knowing your gag reflexes, you’ll just puke it out,” Donna responded. “So, yeah, that would probably be better.”

“Aw, man, I don’t want to pass this thing through my colon,” Eric whined.

“Well, honey it’s either that or we pull it out,” Kitty said sternly.

Eric paused. “What do I need to take to make it go down?”

“Thought so,” his mother responded. “I’ll be right back with the medicine.”

--Time Skip—

At the party, Y/n was at the fruit punch bowl, pouring her fifth cup.

“Thirsty tonight?” Steven asked her as he came up behind her.

“Well, I can’t have alcohol, so this is the best I can do,” she muttered bitterly and took a sip. She scanned the table of snacks and picked up some Christmas cookies. “Mhm, well, at least they have decent snacks.”

He nodded. “Remember, only a few more months of this.”

“The doctor said I shouldn’t drink because of my milk,” she pouted.

“Yeah, well,” he sighed. “Sucks to be you.”

She made a face at him. “Charming.”

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas came overhead, changing the atmosphere. The lights dimmed and a disco ball shone brightly through the elegant hotel ballroom. He held his hand out to her. “Wanna dance?”

Smiling, she placed her hand in his as he led them to the dance floor. Placing a hand on her lower back while the other held her hand, he pulled her close, resting his chin against her temple.

They danced in silence as they swayed with the music, enjoying the moment. Y/n wanted to make time slow down; wanted to live in the moment with just the two of them. Wanting to spend as much time together before their babies entered the world, before more responsibilities would fall on their shoulders.

Steven decided to be spontaneous and dip Y/n. When he leaned her back and supported her weight, there was a loud rip.

“What was that?” Steven asked, frozen in place.

Y/n’s smile instantly dropped upon hearing the noise. “I think it was my dress.”

“Are you serious?” His face held a look of amusement.

“Yeah,” she grunted as he helped her to stand up straight. When she turned around, he couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.

“What?!” she shrieked, frantically turning around so she could see the rip. “How bad is it?!”

His stomach started to ache as he continued to laugh, tears pooling in his eyes.

“Steven!”

“Alright, alright,” he said, gasping. “Let me take a look at it.” He spun her around to see a large split down her back, showing off the world her bra down to her panties. “Oh, my God,” he laughed.

“Is it bad?”

“Well, it ain’t good.”

“Oh, damn it!” she whined and turned back around. “Can’t even dance without this thing getting in the way.” She pointed at her stomach. She ran out the ballroom to the nearest bathroom.

“It’s not that bad,” Steven said, running after her. “It’s…fixable.”

“Oh, what do you know? You’re not the one turning into a cow!” She entered the bathroom and he followed in after her.

He smirked. “A sexy cow.”

She scowled at him. “Not. Helping.” She turned to look at herself in the mirror and groaned. “Man, I really liked this dress.”

He chuckled. “How bout this? I take you home and get you out of the dress?”

She nodded. “I would very much like that. Thank you.”

“Yeah, you will,” he nodded, smirking.

“Shut up and get me home.”

“Yes, dear.”

Later that night, after Hyde had gotten Y/n home, he did in fact get her out of that dress and made her more comfortable by propping her legs on his shoulders. They had rushed upstairs to their bedroom when they came home and wasted no time getting undressed.

Lately, her hormones had been bouncing all over the place, making her need Steven more than ever. Not that he was complaining. Their sex life had almost doubled since she entered her second trimester and all she wanted was to do it all the time. Daily, even. But, again, he didn’t complain. It was just another thing to rub in Eric’s face.

When they finished, they laid next to each other, panting.

“Wow,” she breathed. “That was—”

“I know,” he finished, staring at the ceiling with his arm resting above his head.

“I can’t tell if it’s the pregnancy or what, but sex is so much better.”

“Normally, I’d be offended, but yeah, agreed.”

She chuckled and shifted herself so she could lay her head on his chest. “This time lasted a whole eleven minutes.”

He side eyed her, starting to wonder if she was still joking. “How long is this going to go on?”

“What is?” she feigned innocence.

He snorted. “Cute.”

She giggled and hugged him tighter. “Awe, honey, you know I’m kidding…mostly.”

"Well, there’s only way to fix this,” he said, turning serious.

“What’s that?”

“I gotta prove that I can go longer,” he said, flipping them over. He shifted himself on top of her causing her to laugh.

“I was kidding!” she said in between giggles.

“Too late,” he said, kissing her.

She giggled, giving into his warm, deep kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer as he cradled her between his arms. As they got lost in each other once again, a loud crash was heard from downstairs.

Y/n and Steven broke the kiss immediately, freezing in place.

“What the hell was that?” she whispered.

“I don’t know,” he answered and clambered off her, grabbing his pants.

“You’re not going to go down there, are you?!”

“It’ll be fine.” He ripped on his bed shirt and walked over to the door, but not before grabbing the bat that was conveniently placed by the door.

“When did you get a bat?” he asked as he opened the door.

“When I played softball in 8th grade,” she answered as she scrambled out of bed, throwing on her plaid pajamas. “And you’re not going down there alone; I’m coming with you.”

“Like hell you are!” he whispered-yelled. “If anything you’re staying here while I go downstairs.” He made his way towards the hallway and paused. “I’d never thought I’d say this, but if I’m not back in a couple minutes, call the cops.”

Without waiting for an answer, he slipped out the door and into the hall.

“Yeah, right,” she said under her breath, scurrying out to join him. She tip-toed behind him, following him to the stairs. Silently, she leaned behind his ear. “Do you see anything?"

He let out a high-pitched shriek, almost dropping the bat. He whipped around, facing her. “What the hell are you doing?! I told you to stay in the room.”

“Do you honestly believe that I’d actually let you come out here alone?” she whispered harshly. “You’re my husband; I’m not letting you go down there alone.”

“Hey.”

They both whipped around, letting out a shriek. Behind them stood Eric, wrapped in a bed sheet, holding a lightsaber.

Y/n placed a hand over her heart and bent over, fighting for breath. “Eric, what the hell are you doing?!”

“I heard a noise,” he answered quietly.

“Forman, are you naked?” Hyde asked.

“….This is more liberating,” he deadpanned. “And it allows more airflow.” He wiggled his body little bit, mocking them.

“Okay, ew!” Y/n shrieked and shut her eyes, turning away from her brother. “Put it away!”

“What are you kids doing out here?” Kitty asked as she emerged from her bedroom, Red trailing behind her.

“We heard a noise,” Y/n responded, still refusing to look at her brother.

“Good, God, Eric,” Red scowled. “Are you naked?”

“It’s more lib—”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it!” Hyde cut in and turned back to Red. “There’s someone downstairs.”

“Yeah, we heard the noise too,” he said. “I think you guys should—”

A louder crash was heard, this time closer to the stairs.

“Alright, everyone. Get back. I got this,” Eric said and pushed himself forward carrying his toy lightsaber.

“You really think you’re going to scare someone off with a lightsaber?” Y/n whispered harshly.

“I will if I use the force,” he answered and turned it on, emitting an orange glow in the dark hallway.

“Oh, yeah, if the ‘force’ doesn’t do it, your nakedness is really intimidating,” Y/n bit.

“Or, they’ll just wet themselves laughing,” Hyde quipped, pinching back a smile.

“Will you three just shut—” Red began when he was cut off by another crash.

“Oh, that’s it,” Kitty said, pissed and frustrated that she was awake at this hour, and ripped the bat from Hyde’s hand. She stomped her way down the stairs carrying Shotsy in her other hand, despite Red calling after her.

“Kitty, wait—” he said, trying to stop his wife, but it was too late. She had stormed down to the living room and flickered on the lights with everyone on her heel.

Eric ran in front of her, sliding in the sheet and lightsaber high up in the air. He lost his footing, his foot getting caught in the sheets and tumbled forward. The sheet that covered him, flied open, revealing everything underneath.

“Whoa!” Everyone called out, shielding their eyes.

“Geez, Eric, I didn’t know you sleep in the nuddy,” said a familiar accent.

“Fez?” Y/n and Hyde asked, purposely avoiding looking at Eric as he stumbled back up.

“What are you doing here?” Y/n asked, eyeing him. He was wearing yesterday’s clothes; his shirt was wrinkled and his hair was ruffled. He stood in his socks while his shoes were thrown against the front door. That must be what we heard.

“And why are you breaking into my house at one in the morning?” Red asked gruffly. “You know, I’m making the call."

"Oh, Red, no need to call the cops,” Kitty said, placing the bat down.

“No, I’m calling immigration,” he spat.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, enough with that threat!” Kitty yelled. “If you’re not threatening to call immigration, you threaten to put your foot up someone’s ass. Pick a new threat. And Eric,” she turned to her son. “Go put on pants. Now.”

Red was taken aback at his wife’s outburst, but chose to stay silent as he watched Eric trudge up the stairs.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kitty,” Fez said quietly.

“And you!” she pointed a finger at him. “What are you doing in my house at this hour? How did you even get in?”

"The back door was open," he responded sheepishly.

"Oh, we should double check next time," Y/n said out of the corner of her mouth to Hyde.

"You still didn't answer my question," Kitty said expectantly.

“I—I need a place to sleep,” he answered nervously. “It’s too cold to sleep in my car now. And…my key to Hyde’s store doesn’t work anymore…”

“So, you were the one breaking into my store?” Hyde asked. “We had to get new locks and keys.”

“That explains it,” Fez responded quietly, fiddling with this fingers.

“Fez, why aren’t you at your hosts parents’?” Y/n asked.

Fez looked down, almost in shame, but didn’t want to be met with their pitiful stares. “They kicked me out.”

“Oh, my God. Why?” Kitty asked.

“They found out I graduated high school.”

“Awe, Fezie,” Y/n whimpered. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want to be a burden.”

“And you thought breaking into my house was the better option?” Red asked.

“Red, that’s enough,” Kitty said and stepped closer to Fez, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “You can sleep here tonight and then in the morning we can figure something out.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Kitty,” he whispered tiredly.

“Of course, honey. You can either sleep in Steven’s old room or we can set up a bed in Eric’s."

“I can take Steven’s room,” Fez responded and grabbed the blanket he had been cradling. “I don’t want to sleep next to Eric knowing he doesn’t have pants on.”

Y/n nodded. “I wouldn’t want too either. By the way, why were you making so much noise?”

“Oh, um, I kept accidentally tripping and tripped over some Legos downstairs.”

“My Lego Death Star?!” Eric screeched as he came down the stairs. “That’s 3,083 pieces!” He turned to his twin. “It took me a week to do re-build it.”

“I told you not to leave it by the door,” Y/n scolded.

“Alright, I’m going back to bed,” Red announced and treaded up the stairs, exhaustion taking over as his adrenaline faded.

“I’ll make the bed up for you,” Kitty said, yawning and lead Fez to the basement.

“Alright, night,” Y/n announced and waddled upstairs.

“What about my Death Star?” Eric whined.

“Well, just like what we just saw, put it away and hope we never see it again,” Hyde quipped and followed Y/n up the stairs.

The next morning…

Y/n, Steven, Fez and her parents sat at the table, eating waffles.

“So, Y/n, how’s the college applications coming along?” Red asked her

She paused mid-chew, looking at her mom with fear in her eyes. “Should I tell him?"

“He has to find out sooner than later,” Kitty whispered, carefully eyeing her husband.

“I think you should wait a little bit longer,” Steven replied. “Not until you make a final decision.”

“No, no, I think it’s time,” Kitty responded. “I think he’s ready.”

Red eyed them all suspiciously. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Okay, if I tell you, please don’t be mad,” Y/n begged, shaking.

“I don’t think I can be madder at you than I already am for getting knocked up,” he responded with a fake smile.

She ran her tongue alongside her cheek in annoyance. “Thanks, Dad.”

“So,” he continued, popping some scrambled eggs in his mouth. “What’s the plan?”

“Well…I’ve decided to hold off on going to college for a while…”

Red whipped his head at her. “WHAT!” He turned to Steven. "And you let her do this?!"

"Excuse me, let me?!" Y/n asked. "This was my decision!"

"Clearly not a very good one!"

“You promised you weren’t going to get mad!”

“I promise a lot of things!” he shouted. “I promised those commies that I wouldn’t shoot them when I needed intel. I did it anyway!”

Kitty looked at her husband with disgusted shock. “Oh…I think that is awful.”

“Yeah, you and God,” he responded dismissively and turned to his daughter. “Why the hell are you putting off college?”

“Uh, hello?” she responded, pointing to her stomach. “I thought the answer would be obvious.”

“Don’t get smart with me!” he barked. “I want a real answer besides your own doing of screwing up!”

“Because I don’t want to be in the middle of finals when my water breaks?” Y/n responded, shrinking in her seat. “I want to focus on the twins birth and then the first few months before going back. I don’t want to be sleep deprived and still have to study.”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before you got knocked up!”

“Hey, I didn’t get this way by myself,” she retorted.

“Yeah, but Steven has his own store, making good money…what are you doing?”

“Red!” Kitty said sharply. “She’s growing two human beings. That’s exhausting enough as it is.”

“Don’t defend her! She needs to know that she can’t depend on us for the rest of her life.”

“How can you think that of me?” Y/n asked, hurt that her father would make that conclusion. “Out of everybody, you know that’s not how I am.”

“Well, you know what? You’ve proven me wrong. Before you getting pregnant, I never thought you’d be the one to do such a stupid thing and disappoint me the most.”

The air suddenly grew still and tense. Y/n could only stare at her dad with a look of hurt and betrayal. “I can’t believe you just said that,” she said, barley above a whisper. Her voice threatened to break as tears rose to the surface.

He continued to look at with a hardened glare, showing no remorse. “Well, then, tell me? What is your plan? Are you still taking that job with Sasha?”

She shook her head and looked down at her plate. “I don’t know anymore.”

Red sighed frustratingly and set down his fork. “I already have two children who haven’t done anything worthwhile and now my only child that was showing any success in her future has gone down the crapper with just the rest of them.”

Y/n felt like her heart was ripping in half. “Are you calling me failure?”

“I’m not calling you successful!” he cried out, making her flinch.

“Red, man, lay off will ya?” Steven asked, starting to get angry. He wanted to defend his wife, but was also scared of adding fuel to the fire. “I have a good job now; isn’t that enough for now?”

Red turned his cold, piercing eyes to Steven. “Don’t you tell me what to do. I’ve let you lived here for free. And now I’m letting you both live here for free with your children.”

“And that's my wife. It doesn’t mean you should be laying into her like this,” he responded calmly. “I told her I’ll take care of her while she figures out what she wants to do.”

“No,” he said shortly and turned back to his tearful daughter. “She needs to figure out what she’s going to do because I refuse to have three failures for children!"

“Red Forman!” Kitty shrieked. “That’s enough!”

“I knew you were still angry with me,” Y/n said. “I knew you wouldn’t get over it this quickly. But for you to call my unborn children my screw ups and a failure for getting pregnant so young is crossing a line you have never crossed before.” She stood up, abandoning her food. “I’m leaving.” With tears streaming down her face, she exited out the sliding door wordlessly.

Once she was out of earshot, Kitty whipped towards her husband, enraged. “What the HELL is wrong with you?!” she yelled. “Why can’t you ever keep your trap shut?!”

“Because she needs to know the truth!” he boomed back.

“I think I’m going to go,” Steven grunted, reaching and grabbed another piece of toast.

“I second that,” Fez said and scrambled out of the kitchen with Hyde on his heels.

The whole time, Kitty’s icy stare never left Red’s beady ones. “Your opinion is not the truth,” she finally said, her voice quivering from her requited rage. “Your way is not the highway! Just because her life has taken a different turn that what you expected from her doesn’t make her failure! It makes you a failure as a parent for berating her and treating her less than!”

Red stared at Kitty with an open mouth, eyes widened in shock. “How can I be the failure when all I’ve done is support her?!”

“You’ve been everything but!” she spat and stood up. She leaned forward onto her hands, getting down to his eye level. “You’ve been nothing but spiteful. I thought we could finally look past this and go forward, but we can’t do this when you're just slamming the brakes in reverse!”

“I can’t believe you’re taking her side! AGAIN!” Red boomed. “When am I ever right?!”

“You were fine up until a few minutes ago!” she shouted back. “You didn’t have to say that to her! You didn’t have to say anything at all!”

“She needs to—!”

“I don’t want to hear what she needs and what she doesn’t!” she interrupted and threw her hands in the air. “You know what you need to do? You need to be a father instead of a drill sergeant. You need to be better! Because right now, you’re failing her!”

“How dare you—!”

“Oh, shut your freakin’ trap,” she snapped. “You better apologize to her. Until you do, I’m not cooking and you can sleep on the couch.” She spun sharply away from him and stormed out the kitchen. Red sat there speechless and amazed. He had never seen her this angry before. And he never wanted to see it again.

Y/n had gone for a walk around the neighborhood to try and calm down. Once her tears had dried, pure rage had filled her. Her hands were shaking, and heart pounded against her ribcage. His words kept resonating through her head like a broken record, making her heart wrench even more.

Even when she returned home, she refused to go inside. Trying to distract herself, she picked up the basketball that had been placed in the garage and started shooting hoops. She wasn’t restricted on exercise yet, so she was able to move a little bit more before her third trimester would hit. Every time she would shoot the ball into the net, it would circle the rim before bouncing, irritating her even more.

“Come on!” she shouted after missing another shot. “Stupid piece of crap."

“You better watch your language when those kids are born. Don’t want them picking up on it,” Steven said jokingly behind her, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets.

Y/n looked over her shoulder at him before turning back to the net. “What do you want?”

He pushed off the frame and walked over towards her. “I came looking for you. Been looking for a little bit now.”

“Well, you found me,” she grumbled, her voice deflated. She threw the ball into the net and for the first time it went through. A small satisfaction sigh fell through her lips.

Before the ball could hit the pavement, Hyde caught it smoothly in his hand. He moved in closer to her and cocked his head to the side, looking down at her. “You doing okay?”

She turned away from him, breaking eye contact. “Would you be?”

He shrugged. “It’d be another Tuesday for me.”

Annoyance ran across her pretty features as she stared at her husband.

“I’m joking,” he chuckled. “Mostly.”

“Steven,” she whined and grabbed the ball from him, fighting to hold back tears as she bounced it.

“I know, baby, I know,” he said gently, stepping closer towards her.

“My dad has said a lot of hurtful things in the past, but this one took the cake.” She sniffed, vision blurred. “My whole life—my whole damn life—I tried so hard to be a good daughter, a good sister, and a good friend.”

“And you were. I remember,” Hyde said, nodding. “And still are.”

“I got good grades,” she continued, bouncing the ball harder.

Hyde noticed and nodded his head. “Yes, you did.”

“I did my chores.”

“Sure, sure.”

“I was always back by curfew on the dot.”

“Yes, you were.” Steven eyed the ball as she started bouncing the ball harder.

“I hardly talked back.”

“I know.”

“When there were times that I should’ve!”

“I’m right there with you.”

“You know despite doing what I was doing with you guys, I think I was a good daughter.”

“You are.”

“Apparently not!” she screamed and threw the ball down hard on the ground, causing it to bounce back into the air and roll into the backyard. “I’m the disappointment in the family. Eric and Laurie have done worse and yet, I’m the screw up because I got pregnant.”

All Hyde could do was look at his wife with sorrow and guilt. Even though it wasn’t just her fault, he had noticed Red had been a little bit harsher towards her than himself and her siblings.

She was breathing hard, tears flowing freely. She dug her palms into her eyes, desperate for the tears to stop.

Wordlessly, Hyde stepped closer and brought her to his chest. “Come on, Y/n, you know he didn’t mean it.”

“But he did. All I ever wanted was to make them proud and I failed them."

“You know that’s not true,” he defended and pulled her away so he could look at her. “You think I’m a winner in their eyes, too?”

“Yes,” she grumbled.

“Not in the beginning.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” she said, wiping her eyes and stepped away from him completely. “The last sliver of hope he had for me just diminished."

“Come on, now you’re taking things out of context.”

“Am I?”

He shrugged. “A little.”

“Really? Because what he said in the kitchen proves otherwise.”

“He’s just pissed. He always does this,” he said and grabbed her hands. “You remember the things he says to Forman when he’s pissed at him, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And then he gets over it and moves on.”

“Steven, he’s had three months to get over it.”

“You know he’s stubborn and hard-headed. He’ll get over it eventually.”

“I hope so,” she whined and wrapped her arms around his torso.

“He will,” he responded and placed his forefinger and thumb on her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “You know he will.”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

He kissed her gently before pulling back. “Try not to worry about it. Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

He tugged at her arm gently, but she stopped him. “Or,” she said, halting. “We can go upstairs.”

"And do wha—oh,” he responded, looking at her darkened eyes that were beginning to cloud with lust. “We just did it this morning before breakfast.”

“Again.”

“Again?!”

“Yes.”

He looked at her for a minute with an eyebrow raised, but then a smirk grew on his face. “Let’s go.”

--Time Skip—

The gang was hanging out in the basement with Y/n and Steven absent. They had been waiting on the three to show up so they could go bowling, but for Y/n and Hyde to be late was unusual.

“I wonder where they are. It’s been hours,” Jackie commented as she filed her nails.

“I don’t know; maybe they went out to eat,” Eric said from the record player. “I last saw them in the driveway talking. She looked pretty mad.”

“Can’t blame her,” Fez said, sucking on a cherry popsicle. “If you heard what Mr. Red said, you’d be P.O’d too.”

“Yeah, Hyde filled me in. My dad has said a lot of hurtful things, but that was brutal,” Eric agreed. “She must really be upset.”

“She’ll come down when she’s ready then,” Donna said, skimming through a magazine. “I would be broken up too if my dad said that to me.”

“But it’s been six hours,” Eric responded. “I want to go bowling before all the good lanes are taken up.”

The door at the stairs opened and shut, putting a pause on their conversation. A tired, disheveled Steven Hyde trudged down the wooden steps.

“What happened to you?” Fez asked as Hyde collapsed in his chair. His shirt was wrinkled and his bare feet wore socks.

“Y/n is what happened,” he answered.

“What do you mean?” Eric asked.

“Man, ever since she entered her second trimester, she’s been wanting to hop on me every minute of every day.” He rubbed his tired eyes and leaned his head back against the chair.

Fez glared at him. “Oh, boo hoo, you’re getting sex from a beautiful woman every day. What a tragedy.”

“Yeah, man. How are you complaining?” Kelso chimed in. “I’d be on that faster than white on rice! I mean, even while pregnant, Y/n is still smoking hot!”

“Not when she wakes you up at three in the morning to do it and you have to get up in four hours to go to work,” Hyde said. “And she makes it last two to three hours! I’m beat, man.”

Eric stared at his friends with dead eyes. “You know I want to be a supportive friend, but you’re making it really hard.”

“Well, you can look at it as a friend needs help instead of it being your sister,” Donna offered. “Like, instead of saying Y/n, we can just say ‘the wife.’”

“Okay,” Eric said swallowing hard, forcing himself to push the image of his sister and best friend out of his mind. He sat down next to Hyde, facing him. “Have you tried talking to her?”

“And tell her what?” Hyde asked. “‘Hey, honey, I know you want to have sex every minute of every day, but I’m all tuckered out from you needing to get on this ride, so I’m going to have to ask you to cool your jets.”

Eric shook his head, struggling not to picture his sister. “Just because Y/n—the wife is pregnant, doesn’t mean she has to disrupt your life with constant sex. Oh, God, I can’t do this.” He got up quickly, feeling his lunch churn in his stomach.

“Or you can just lay there,” Jackie said. “When I was with Michael, that’s what I had to do sometimes to get him to shut up.”

Everyone looked at her with wide eyes.

“Jackie…that’s not good. And terrible advice,” Donna said and patted her shoulder. “Just, maybe stay out of this one this time, yeah?”

Michael looked at her with an open mouth. “You told me you liked it!”

“And I also said that I would only do missionary. I say a lot of things,” Jackie said sarcastically.

His jaw fell open and looked at Fez who stood there smirking. “She didn’t for you?!”

“Oh, she did a lot of things for me,” he sneered. “And with me. More than just missionary.”

“Traitor!” Kelso screeched.

“Oh, get over it,” Jackie said, annoyed. “That ship sailed a long time ago. Go hop another one and hope it sails the water like you want.”

“Okay, this conversation is getting weird,” Hyde said.

“It’s been weird since you mentioned sex with my sister,” Eric added in.

“I’m trying to take a break before I actually break,” he responded. “And I can’t necessarily tell Y/n because then she might burst into tears. The other day at dinner, I told her to pass me the salt and she started crying because apparently my tone was hostile and took it as me being angry at her.”

Donna raised her eyebrows at her. “Wow, she’s that hormonal?”

“And annoying,” Eric said. “Ever since she got pregnant, she’s gotten more demanding. Like, yesterday she made sit on the other side of the living room because,” he raised his hands and curled his fingers into air quotes. “’I was breathing too loud.’” He rolled his eyes and grabbed a popsicle from the freezer.

“Well…you kinda do,” Donna said, fighting back a smile. “Just last week you were snoring while watching TV. I thought you fell asleep.”

“And I do hear your snoring every night,” Hyde said. “One of these days, you’re going to suck the drapes off the windows.”

“Hey, this is about Y/n, not me,” Eric said defensively. “If I have to hear her say, ‘Shut up, Eric’ for breathing once more, you’re about to become a widower.”

“She’s about to be a widow if she doesn’t quit riding me,” Hyde said and looked at Eric who was staring at him expectantly. “Figurately and literally.”

“There it is,” Eric deadpanned and walked away to sit in the lawn chair.

“I just want a nap,” Hyde groaned and ran his hand down his face.

“Steven,” a sultry voice sang up the stairs. Y/n’s head poked out from between the banisters, ignoring the group. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I know, Doll, I’ve been getting a drink of water,” he lied.

“Well, how long does it take to grab some water?” she asked, impatience running thin in her voice and trotted down the stairs in her robe. “I need your huge d—Oh, hey guys,” she said awkwardly, seeing everyone staring at her. “I didn’t—uh, I didn’t see you there.”

“Here’s an idea: when you walk into a room, take a quick scan!” Eric cried out. “I’m tired of knowing more about your guys’ sex life than I should.”

“Yeah, but you just make it so easy,” Hyde teased.

“And it’s funny,” Fez giggled, looking over at an uncomfortable Eric.

“It’s disgusting,” Eric said.

“And it’s funny,” Fez repeated, another giggle escaping him.

“Come on, honey, let’s go back upstairs,” Y/n begged, grabbing her husband by the hand. “We’re not done yet.”

“Come on, Y/n, I’m tired,” Steven said, feeling depleted. “We’ve done it five times already. Can’t we take a break?”

“This is exactly what I want to hear,” Eric piped up. “Merry Christmas to me!”

“Shut up, Eric,” Y/n said.

“Shut up, Forman,” Steven said at the same time.

“Okay, but Steven, you don’t need a break,” Y/n continued. “All you need to do is lie there and I’ll do all the work.”

“By the looks of it that’s all she’s been doing,” Fez joked causing an uncomfortable silence.

“Y/n, please, I’m exhausted. Can we take a break?” Steven asked. “I’m actually begging you for the sex to stop. Just for five minutes.”

“It’s been longer than that!” Y/n said. “Strap up, cowboy, you’re going back upstairs.”

“Oh, for the love of God, could you please—!” Eric started but was interrupted by Kitty storming down the stairs in a panic.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” she repeated, holding a newspaper. “You’re not going to believe this.”

“What?” Y/n asked.

“I was looking for store coupons and I came across this section,” Kitty started.

“You were looking at coupons and you freak out? What—did you find a good deal?” Kelso asked.

Kitty whipped at him with a scornful look. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have another girl to impregnate?”

Kelso’s jaw dropped. “You used to be nice, but you’ve changed, lady!”

“Mom, what’s going on?” Y/n asked gently, pulling her mother back into the conversation.

“As I was scanning for coupons, I came across this,” she replied and gave her the folded up newspaper. She pointed to the section that she wanted Y/n to read.

Upon reading the article, Y/n’s heart dropped:

Point Place’s Smartest Girl, Turned Slut, Y/n Forman, Gets Knocked Up By Infamous Burnout, Steven Hyde.

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