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brooooswriting · 3 months

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hiii it’s my first time making a request and I saw that you were looking for Leighton Murray x reader requests.

So I was thinking about Leighton x reader, where reader knows Leightons dad and he tries to match them up. And she’s like the whole package, she plays soccer with Whitney, is an Lgbt advocate and also joins Leighton’s advanced math class. Leighton feels threatened so it’s like academic enemies to lovers.

You're better than me

“Hello,” you greeted Leighton and the other two people in the room as she walked into her advanced math class. She was new in there after her family forced her to take harder classes. The other two greeted you happily while Leighton only rolled her eyes. You had to hold in a scoff, even if she wasn't the biggest fan of you, was it so hard to say hello?

While Leighton wished that this was the only time that she had to see you, it wasn't. You were also on the football team with Whitney and you often visited the women's center. So, she wasn't safe anywhere cause Whitney liked to bring you into their dorm to study since you were pretty good in all your classes.

This was precisely why Leighton could not be more excited for the family weekend, which was crazy because her family was exhausting. But at least you would be busy too, or at least she guessed that you would be.

“Hey Dad,” she said as her father got out of the car. He immediately walked up to hug her, holding her too close for her to get any air.

“Hello, how are you? How is Essex treating you?” he asked, not really hearing the answer as she had to mumble into his chest. “I can't wait for dinner tonight, I want you to meet somebody” he added as he finally let her go.

“Meet somebody? Please tell me you don't have a side chick.” She frowned looking at him.

“Leighton! No, of course not. Now, let's go. I believe we have a packed schedule.” She nodded and followed him into the building, constantly thinking about who she might have to meet. The blonde had to say that the day went quite well, it mostly did when she was alone with her dad. They talked about college, her mum and Nico, about what she might do after her years at Essex and how his job was going.

After some long hours, it was finally time to go eat and she would finally see who he would want her to meet. As they walked into the restaurant her heart stopped when she was to whom her father was walking. There you sat in a women's suit, with some makeup and heels. God, she hated the fact that she was attracted to you right now.

“Y/n, it's so lovely of you to meet us here,” her dad said as he hugged you, making her nearly gasp. You gave him a smile as you hugged him back.

“No problem, Henry!” you told him and again the blonde nearly gasped. You turned toward her and sent her a big smile. “Hey Leighton, it's nice to see you,” you said as you pulled out the chair for her. Henry did not tell you that he would bring Leighton tonight which made the whole thing kinda awkward. You actually liked her but she seemed to hate you.

She sent you a tight-lipped smile and sat down, you and Henry then joining. “So, it seems like you two already know each other,” Henry said, giving you both a big smile while his daughter rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, we do. But, just out of interest, how do YOU TWO know each other?” the girl who hated you asked, aggressively pointing between you and him.

“Oh well, after you came out your dad wanted to know what to do, and how to act. You know it can be hard for parents of gay kids, even when they accept their children for it. They never know what is too much and what is not enough” you started to explain but didn't get far.

“Can you maybe skip all this shit and just answer my question?” she snapped making her father furrow his brows.

“Yeah, of course. Since I am an LGBT advocate your dad asked me for help” You gave her a short nod when you finished your explanation.

“Why would you ask her dad? And why would you want me to meet her?” It wasn't hard to see that she was annoyed, by you, her dad and just life in general you guessed.

“Well, she's a great woman Leighton. She plays football, has a scholarship for it, she is great at math, she is part of the lgbtq and she is exactly your type” You wanted to disappear so bad right now and it seems like Leighton wanted the same thing. For you to disappear. Her eyes were wide and her brows raised as she stared at him with disbelief.

“Dad! I told you we’re not gonna talk about my dating life. Not ever. Got it? And especially her” well, that hurt. Henry gave her an unhappy look before giving you a sorry one. You only gave him a short nod to signal that it was alright.

“Leighton that’s enough! I’ll go to the restrooms real quick before we eat” he stood up and walked away. As soon as his back was turned towards you the blonde was on her phone.

“Look,” you started and pushed her phone down so she could look at you “I know that you hate me for some weird reason but your dad was really nice and asked me to come so I said yes. I didn’t know that you were coming alright? So how about you use some manners and act like you can at least stand being in a room with me huh?” She only picked up her phone again making you sigh. “I don’t get why they talked about you so nice in the women center” you mumbled out making her look up from her phone.

“What did you just say?” She couldn’t believe your audacity. Who did you think you are that you go and talk to her and about her like that? Especially mentioning her ex. God, she hated you. You were so annoying and she didn’t even know why.

“I said that I do not understand why they said that you were nice and shit. I was really happy when I heard that you were in my advanced math class, but you only acted like a bitch the whole damn time. You even do it when I visit Whit, and the only thing I ever said to you there was ‘hi’” you ranted, happy to finally say what you’ve been thinking of for so long. Luckily for you, Henry came back before the blonde could say anything else.

“So, did you guys decide what you want to eat?” He asked as he sat down.

That was one of the most exhausting dinners you ever had. And after hours, Leighton still kinda ignored you and Henry ordering his drink extremely weird you were finally out. “Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you back to college? It’s quite far” the man asked again making you chuckle.

“Yes Henry, thank you tho. I’ll walk, need a bit of fresh air and exercise” it was a lie. You didn’t really feel like walking but the thought of sitting in a car with Leighton was not even close to what you dreamed of, so walking seemed like the best idea.

And after a really long discussion with Henry, he finally let you go. “Wait, I think I will walk with her dad. Then you can make your way back home, it’s late already and I could use the fresh air too” you sighed internally but didn’t want to make this awkward in front of the older Murray.

You waited for them to say goodbye before making your way back to college. “Why?” You just asked after a few moments of walking as you just couldn’t keep your curiosity at bay anymore.

“Didn’t wanna discuss this whole thing with him” you chuckled at her answer, it was clear that she didn’t wanna talk so you just shut up and kept walking. At some point you looked over to see the blonde hugging herself, goosebumps covering her arms. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before deciding what to do. Right now, you hated her as much as she hated you. Why did she have to be so endearing and cute while being a goddamn asshole at the same time?

“Here” you mumbled as you draped your jacket over her shoulders, making sure that it would stay.

“What the fuck? What the fuck am I supposed to do with your cheap ass jacket?” She asked, but her voice wasn’t as harsh as it usually was as she noticed the goosebumps now covering your arms.

“Get warm. Just accept it, it doesn’t mean that you have to like me or anything. Look, I’ll even fall back ok? You can walk in front of me so nobody realizes that we were somewhere together” you immediately slowed down and let her walk to get some distance but she stopped too.

“This is a bit much don’t you think? It will be even weirder when we do it like that”

“Why do you hate me? I’ve been nice to you, you hate me. I ignore you, you still hate me and try to bully me. Why? What did I do to you? I was really excited to meet you” you looked her straight in the eyes, this time you weren’t going to break it first.

“No particular reason” she shrugged but it was a lie, this time it was obvious. So you just kept staring at her, challenging her to go with her lie. “Fine, I just feel like you may be smarter and a bit more academically advanced than me which made me… I don’t know. I just don’t like it, and then you also have to be hot and trained, I mean even now I can see your damn abs” you couldn’t help but grin as you finally knew why she hated you.

“You know, if you really feel like I am smarter than you, then I can’t say anything else other than would happily tutor you” you joked, breaking out in laughter while Leighton hit your shoulder, an unamused look on her face. “Alright, I’m sorry. But I think the same thing about you, you’re extremely smart. Way smarter than people think you are and as if that wasn’t hot enough, you also look hot. Like damn. But I was so excited to meet you because I’ve been crushing on you since you came to one of our games” you smiled, this time it was a real smile.

“And… even after I treated you like shit, would you still be open to… you know?” She asked, her voice unsure.

“Otherwise you wouldn’t have my jacket right now. So, do you wanna go on a date?”

“You really still wanna go?”

“Yeah, I do”

“Then I would love to”

“Finally” you mumbled as you walked closer to her, one hand slowly going towards her waist. You moved slow enough for her to move away, but were more than happy when she stepped closer too. After she didn’t make any sign of discomfort you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers, kissing her softly.

“I should have stopped being a bitch way earlier” she mumbled before kissing you again, the kiss getting more passionate.

You walked her home, your hands brushing against each other every now and then making a warm feeling spread in both of your stomachs. “Alright, so we will go out tomorrow after math?” You confirmed, smiling when she gave you a nod. This time she leaned in first, kissing you again before giving you your jacket.

“I cannot believe you beat me by one point in this damn math game” Leighton complained on the way to the restaurant you were taking her. You chuckled as this had been going on for about 15 minutes.

“Well you said it yourself, i am smarter than you” you joked, petting her back to assure her that you were joking. By the time the blonde finally shut up about this game you had arrived.

“Go y/n, go Whitney” Leighton screamed as she stood up while watching you and her roommate play, her body clad in your soccer jacket. The sight making you smile every time. After the game was won you quickly ran to Leighton pressing a kiss to her lips. “You did So well” she praised.

Her roommates watched from the other side as you and her smiled at each other, a similar happiness adorning your faces. A happiness no ex of Leighton had ever put on her face.

You couldn’t wait to see Where this relationship would lead.

#reader insert #brooooswriting #leighton murray x reader #tslocg x reader #renee rapp x reader

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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can i request a continuation of the jamie x kent!reader baby fever fic where they actually have a kid? the best friend’s sister trope is one of my favs and i literally eat up anything you write🤍

I had some down time today, so I wrote a little thing for this! It probably makes more sense if you read the other fics in this Kent! reader universe. Here’s a list:

take your time while you’re mine

would it be enough if i never gave you peace

let’s fall in love for the night

Thanks for requesting!!

here in my arms

Roy is holding the tiniest baby he’s ever seen.

“There’s no way I was ever that small,” Phoebe whispers from the couch next to him, and Roy agrees. Surely Phoebe was bigger than this little bundle he’s looking at.

“Cute little lad, ain’t he?” Jamie says from the other couch.

Roy’s not sure what to say because on the one hand, he doesn’t want to explicitly agree with something Jamie’s said but on the other hand… this kid’s fucking adorable.

“Jamie,” calls your voice from upstairs.

“Coming!” he replies. “You’re good here, yeah Roy?”

Roy scoffs. Is he good here. He’s Uncle fucking Roy. He’s a pro.

“Right, I’ll take that as a yes then,” Jamie says. “Food should be here in an hour. If me ’n the missus ain’t awake by then, just let us be. We don’t need food.” He gets halfway out the room before he stops and asks, “You’re sure you’re good here?”

This time, Roy fully rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Tartt. Go get some sleep before my sister fucking murders you.”

Jamie says, “Right,” salutes to Phoebe, then turns on his heel to head upstairs to your bedroom. He shuts the door behind him and slips under the covers. The curtains are pulled, and it’s dark in the room despite the fact that it’s only the middle of the morning.

You’re barely awake, but you’ve tried your best to stay conscious until Jamie got there. You wiggle close to him and let him pull you into his arms.

“Kid’s fucking great, huh?” he whispers into your hair.

“Hm,” you agree.

“Mum said she’ll be down in a coupla days to help out. Simon’s coming too. Is that alright?”

“Don’t care,” you say. “I need sleep, babe. Kid’s seven days old and I am already wiped out. How’m I supposed to do this for eighteen years?”

Jamie’s rubbing circles on your back, and the only thing keeping you from sleep is the thought that you might not be cut out to be a mother.

“You’ve got me,” he says. “You’re not alone, babe, plus Phoebe can babysit in another three years.”

“I am not leaving George with a thirteen-year old,” you reply. “Nothing against Phoebs, but I can barely leave him with my brother right now without worrying about him. I just wish Molly weren’t so busy because I really, really need her right now.”

A tear leaks out of your eye onto Jamie’s shirt, but he doesn’t care. “It’s alright, babe,” he says, “swear down. Mum’s a fuckin’ genius with babies. She raised me, didn’t she? And I was a fucking handful.”

That just makes you cry even harder. “I want my mum, Jamie. Why did she have to go? I wish- I wish she and dad didn’t leave us. She’s supposed to be here, supposed to help with George and hold my hand and tell me I was the exact same when I was a baby but no she and dad had to fuck off to Paris or something stupid when I was two and leave me and Molly with our cousins! It’s shit. How can you just walk out on your own kids?”

Jamie kisses your forehead and says, “Oi, look. You’re already miles better at being a mum because you’re never going to walk out on George. And mum loves you, mostly because you make sure I eat real food, but she’ll stay as long as you need. I’m off training for another week, besides. Don’t have to go back just yet.”

You sniffle. “I should’ve had him during the off season.”

“Oh yeah, because we planned George’s conception all proper-like,” Jamie retorts.

You’re silent and for a moment he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, except you shudder once, so he knows you’re still crying. Jamie holds you as tight as he can, at a loss for words. He’s pretty sure you’re just tired with fucked-up hormones and that either Molly or his mum knows how to handle this, but for now he’s at a loss for a solution. He’s trying to think of something to say when you beat him to it.

“Do you think his middle name’s dumb?”

That is certainly not what he expected to hear. “Fuck no,” he replies. “George Kent Tartt? Kid’s going places with a name like that.”

You sigh. “He’s gonna fucking hate us for that. Shit, we should’ve done something normal.”

“How the fuck is ‘Kent,’ not normal? Y’know what’s mental? The fact that me mum named me ‘James Tartt.’ Come on, babe. Jam Tart? That’s all I ever got called in primary school.”

“I did veto a lot of your choices,” you murmur.

Jamie shakes his head. “You did, didn’t you? Shame. Kid could’ve been named ‘Apple Tartt.’ He’d’ve fucking loved that.”

“For sure,” you agree. Jamie’s glad to hear that your voice is returning to its normal, sleepy state so he tries to stay as still as possible. Sure enough, you emit a small snore less than a minute later. Jamie smiles to himself and closes his eyes. He thinks he can hear Roy saying something to George and/or Phoebe, so he lets himself drift off with you.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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64yrsold · 4 months

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WINTERING 5. naughty vs. nice

twelve days of christmas writing prompts by @abiiors wintering masterlist previous (4)

“Hello?” I mumbled, answering my phone in the dark. The curtains were drawn, all the lights in the house were off, and I was on my third cold-medicine induced nap of the day.

“Hey, are you sick?” Matty asked, huffing into the phone.

“Do not come here,” I said sternly, voice hoarse and tired.

“I’m just asking!” He laughed, the sound of traffic in the background of the call.

“Who told you?” I accused, rubbing my swollen eyes.

“Nobody told me anything,” he said.

I sniffled.

“Alright, your mum, but—“

“Why are you talking to my mum,” I groaned, burying my head into my pillow. “We are not together!”

“She phoned me!” He defended, and I could see his hands high in the air. “She said you weren’t picking up your phone.”

“I’m sleeping,” I sighed, “Really, I’m fine. It’s just a cold.”

“Right,” he said, “Christ, you forgot to lock your door again.”

“Fuck, Matty—“

“It’s fine,” he cooed, and hung up the phone. I heard his clunky footsteps in the entrance, and pulled the covers over my head. It was embarrassing to have him see me like this, red-nosed and surrounded by half-finished bottles of Nyquil.

“How are we feeling?” He asked sheepishly, stepping into my dark cave of a room.

“I’m sick,” I reminded him, muffled from under the blankets, “And you’re not allowed to look at me.”

I could hear his smile, “Alright, I won’t look.”

“You should really go,” I insisted, “I’ll make you ill. You’ll miss your plane.”

“That’s not for a while,” he replied, setting something down on my nightstand. I felt his weight on the edge of the bed. I felt like a marble circling the drain, pulled in by him.

“I might puke,” I said, and he laughed again.

“As if I’ve never seen that before.”

I peeked out from the covers, “You need to go.”

He smiled at me, a pretty shape I could barely distinguish in the dark. It seemed more like a memory.

“I brought your soup,” he pointed at a takeout bag on the nightstand.

“I don’t like soup,” I murmured.

“You'll like this one,” he said, and grabbed the corner of my blanket, pulling it down below my chin. “Promise.”

“I should really go back to sleep,” I complained, “The cold medicine makes me all loopy.”

“Just sit up, darling,” he grumbled, then picked me up so I sat upright, my back against the headboard.

“I’m fine,” I blinked, surprised that he had grabbed me and moved me.

He opened the container of soup, stirring it slowly, “You need to be feeling better for tomorrow, you know.”

“I know, I’m trying,” I sighed, a throb pulsing near the back of my head. I wished I could pull him into me, to sleep with my head on his chest, to let him take care of me. His thumb massaging the back of my skull.

“Are you going to your mum’s tomorrow?” He placed the soup in my hands, the steam coming off it making me feverish.

“I want to, since it’s Christmas,” I shrugged, “But it would be horrible of me to get her sick.”

“Ah, she won’t care,” he nudged the spoon into my hand.

“Right,” I rolled my eyes, “If I’m not feeling better, I’ll just stay home.”

“Home alone?” He asked, frowning, “On Christmas Day?”

“Well, hopefully I’ll just be feeling better.”

He took a deep breath, “Can you eat the fucking soup already?”

I giggled, a splitting pain cracking up my face from my laughter. I winced. I watched him pick at his cuticles, trying not to look at me. I took a few spoonfuls of the soup, looking up at him timidly.

“You don’t like it?” He hid a smile, shaking his head as he put the soup back on the nightstand.

“I’m just so nauseous,” I whined, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he shrugged, “More for me.” He picked up the spoon, stirring the soup again.

My mouth opened, “You’re not gonna eat that, right?”

“Hm?” He grunted, then downed a spoonful.

“Matty!” I shrieked, smacking his arm.

“What, what?” He laughed, shying away from me.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” I covered my face with my hands, “You’re going to have this stupid cold tomorrow, and you’re going to be a baby about it, and I’m not taking care of you!”

He didn't seem bothered by the violence in my words.

“Couldn’t let you spend Christmas alone,” he mumbled, looking back to smile at me between bites.

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#wintering #christmas75 #12 days of christmas #matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #64matty

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 11 months

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Hi can I please request a Melissa x reader where Mel is meeting the readers parents for the first time and perhaps the reader doesn’t have a good relationship with her mom and her mom keeps making snarky comments about the age difference and that rlly upsets Melissa and the reader can tell so the next time the readers mum does it she shouts at her mom and they end up having an argument and then the reader grabs Mel and they storm out and maybe when they get home the reader breaks down at Mel comforts her. Also based of what happened when I took my bf home 😂😂. Tysm

You've been very patient with this request - which has been loitering with intent in my inbox for a while now! As promised, it was not forgotten. I hope this was what you were hoping for and that you enjoy it!

~*~

You’re both nervous. You’re trying your best not to let your own nerves show, but you know by the supportive smile being aimed at you that you’re failing badly. You know Melissa is trying just as hard to hide her own nerves by the way she fidgets, toying with anything in reach from the napkin to her necklaces to your bracelet.

The restaurant is neither of your favourites, and chosen for that reason specifically. You know there’s a good chance tonight isn’t going to go down well and you don’t want to ruin one of your favourite places to eat with bad memories. You hope it won’t. That your mother will see how happy you are with Melissa, and maybe just for once, she’ll play nice. You’re not counting on it though.

You’ve warned Melissa multiple times tonight might not end well. You’ve apologised for feeling as though you have to warn her. Every time you’ve told her, she’s been nothing but patient with you, telling you she understands difficult family dynamics, reassuring you that whatever happens she’s not going anywhere.

Seeing your mother enter the restaurant, you take a deep breath, motioning to Melissa as she approaches.

“Are we still waiting for your girlfriend?”

You frown at the greeting, as you stand to meet your mother. Turning towards Melissa, you find her halfway out of her own chair. She’s blatantly at the same table as you, and hasn’t yet run for the hills so why…

“Oh sweetheart, she isn’t a girl,” sneers your mother. “She hasn’t been a girl for long time.”

Your mouth opens in shock. You hadn’t exactly expected hugs and kisses, but this? “This is Melissa. The woman I love,” you manage, through clenched teeth as your hand finds the red head’s arm, a silent plea for her to stay.

“You’ve never exactly had the best taste,” quips your mother as she takes the seat opposite you.

Half sitting, half falling back into your own seat you offer Melissa an apologetic look, your fingers gently brushing over the exposed skin of her forearm. You can see your mother’s comments have riled her, but you also know her well enough to see that behind her stern expression, there’s hurt in her eyes too.

The age gap between you isn’t inconsiderable, and you know it sometimes plays on the red head’s mind. For you, it’s never been all that much of an issue. Since the day you met her you’ve always found her the most beautiful woman in any given room, and when she finally let you get to know her, you realised you found her personality just as attractive. You love her. All of her.

For her part, Melissa tries her best to suppress the urge to lean over the table and unceremoniously drag your mother across it by her neck. You had told her, quite a number of times, that this might not go well, but she hadn’t expected your mother to be quite to vicious right off the bat. Come to think of it, she wishes she had one of hers.

You had hoped that after your mother’s horrid opening gambit the evening might improve. Instead, it only gets worse. You’ve barely even ordered and already you want to cry, scream and inflict serious bodily harm with the cutlery.

Melissa excuses herself to the bathroom. She flashes you a quick, forced, smile before she does, honestly not wanting to leave you to face your mother alone, but needing a moment to collect herself. She wants to scream and shout and raise her fists, but she won’t. She knows your relationship with your mother is tenuous at best and she won’t do anything to make it worse. That doesn’t mean that every awful comment aimed at you that she doesn’t shoot down doesn’t cause guilt to build in her chest. It also doesn’t mean that the barbed comments aimed at her don’t hurt.

She glares at herself in the mirror, trying by sheer force of will to stop the tears falling from her eyes. She knows you don’t believe any of the words coming from your mother’s mouth. She does know. She knows because she knows you.

She’s watched tonight as you’ve tried to be patient. As you’ve quietly countered every insult thrown at her, trying not to make a scene but making it clear that you’re firmly with Melissa and no amount of derogatory comments is going to change that.

She manages a small smile in the mirror. You love her. You’ll get through this. A little bruised and sore, sure, but together.

Exiting the bathroom, she’s within hearing distance of the table just in time to hear your mother throw out her latest taunt; “Sure you don’t want to check she hasn’t broken a hip, the time she’s taking?”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath, biting down the retort that threatens to spill from her lips. It’s during this moment she sees you stand, planting your hands on the table.

“You know what?” you shout, no longer caring about making a scene. “I don’t have to sit here and listen to this, and I should never have subjected Melissa to you!”

You promised yourself you wouldn’t make a scene tonight, but that was before you realised your mother seemed intent on insulting Melissa at every opportunity. “I hoped you’d see her the way I see her, as a beautiful, funny, supportive and kind girlfriend. That you might even be happy for me but all you’ve been in mean and hurtful and she doesn’t deserve that. She deserves the fucking world and that doesn’t include you!”

You toss your bag over your shoulder, yanking yours and Melissa’s coats from the back of your chairs before leaning down to grab the red head’s handbag. Without looking at your mother, you turn to go and find Melissa, only to find her a few feet away, looking stunned.

Still fuelled by anger and adrenaline you stride over to her, catching her hand with your own and leading you both out of the restaurant.

“We can’t just walk out!” she hisses, not wanting you to hurt your relationship with your mother by ending tonight on such bad terms.

“We damn well can,” you tell her as you push open the door, leaving the sounds of the restaurant behind. “I’m not sitting there listening to her insult you with every other breath!”

As you reach the parking lot, you’re beginning to run out of steam, your anger faltering as tears of frustration start to gather in your eyes. You let go of her hand, pacing as you take a number of deep breaths, trying not to cry.

You stop as Melissa catches your hand as you pass her once more. “I’m sorry tonight was so shitty,” you offer, your voice barely a wobbly whisper.

“You warned me it might not go well,” she shrugs, though you know she’s trying to play it down. You know tonight has been just as horrific for her as it has been for you. That she’s tried to be on her best behaviour for you and you hate yourself for it.

You let out a sigh, turning to face her, managing a sad smile as she takes your other hand and tugs you close, wrapping her arms around you. “I didn’t think it would go quite that badly.”

Resting your head on her shoulder, you loop your arms around her waist, breathing her in. “Can we just go home?”

You pull up outside Melissa’s apartment. Home, you realise, with a small smile. Turning to face the woman in the driver’s seat, you take a moment to just drink her in. It’s a habit you have no intention of breaking any time soon. “I don’t deserve you.”

She turns with a lopsided smile. “You put up with plenty.”

So does she, you think. Tonight more than ever before. You start to tear up again as the evening’s events play through your mind. “I’m so sorry about tonight.”

“You couldn’t have known she was going to say those things,” Melissa says softly.

“I shouldn’t have let her!” you quickly reply, angry with yourself all over again. “I should have left when she made that first snarky comment!”

“You didn’t just leave when I made my first snarky comment,” smirks the red head.

You manage a watery smile at that.

“Come on, lets get inside and drink good wine and forget about bad people.”

You reach across and put a hand on her arm before she can leave the truck. “You know what she was saying was all nonsense, right?”

The smile being aimed at you is forced. You know Melissa too well not to see it.

“Mel, seriously,” you tell her, your thumb stroking over her forearm where your hand still rests on her arm. “You’re the kindest, bravest, more passionate woman I’ve ever known, and I love you. I love every bit of you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, trying not to let her own tears fall. She quickly wipes her eyes with her free hand. “Come on, the neighbours don’t need to see us crying in the car. They’ll think we’re breaking up!”

You’re not letting her away so easily. “But we’re okay? You’re okay?”

She smiles at you. A proper smile this time. “Yeah,” she nods. “We’re okay and I’m okay.” With a squeeze of your hand, she slips out of the car, coming around to your side and opening your door for you.

“Well if it isn’t the hottest couple on the block!”

You both turn at the cheerful greeting, waving back at the elderly gentleman who lives across the street. He’s known Melissa as a neighbour for decades, and apparently approves of you more than he has any of her previous partners. He likes to playfully flirt with you every chance he gets, always chuckling at the raised eyebrow from the red head and winking at you when she gets possessive.

Melissa takes your hand and grins. Your mother might be your flesh and blood, and there’s going to be some healing from this evening on both sides, but she’s one single, small minded woman. There are bigger, better and happier things to focus on.

“And good evening to you too, Mr Rees.”

#ask and ye shall receive #...eventually #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Hey, this weekend is my birthday huhu. You could do something like Wanda waking Y/n up with kisses and a lot of affection and then also with her organizing a surprise party with the help of our kids (Billy, Tommy and America) I will be very happy if you can do that, thank you 💞💞

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda along with your 3 children surprise you on your special day

Fluff | Wanda & Reader share 3 kids | 1.3K |

AC: Happy Birthday!! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you had a wonderful day!

If there was anybody more excited for your special day, it was Wanda and the kids. For Wanda it was almost like a second Christmas, a day where she could shower you with love and show you how much she and the kids love you and everything you do for them. Everyday Wanda showered you with love of course but it was always extra special on your birthday.

"Good morning" Wanda smiled softly against your lips when her gentle kisses woke you up, "happy birthday, my love" she added with another kiss. You hummed at the feel of her soft lips on yours, "good morning to you as well" you smiled, "I promised you nothing major today, just a day with the kids so that's what we'll do" Wanda's soft smile never left her lips as she took in your features.

"A day out with you and the kids means more to me than anything"

"How did I get so lucky huh?" Wanda kissed you once more, this time a little deeper. "Can we come in now?" you heard a young Billy call from outside the door, "they made breakfast" Wanda whispered before slipping out of bed an wrapping herself in her robe, "come in loves" she added.

The door swung open, and you were instantly greeted with the wide smiles of your three children. Billy and Tommy held gifs in their hands while America held the tray full of food in hers. "Happy Birthday Ma!" the twins rushed to be the ones to sit beside you while America carefully placed the tray of food across your lap, "Happy Birthday Mama" she smiled.

"Thank you, all of you! This looks delicious and I do hope that you will help me eat it all"

"The boys will but I have to finish a protect for school, I'm really close, I'm sorry" America replied with sorry eyes, "it's due tomorrow and I just want to get it done before we do whatever it is Mum has planned" she adds. "That's okay darling, you don't have to explain" you smiled softly, the twins already helping themselves to the grapes in the bowl.

"As for me, I'm going to make a coffee" Wanda announced before following America out of the room. "Ma open your gifts first! Please!!" Billy looked up at you with, his cheeks stuffed with grapes earning himself a chuckle from you, "already, who's first?" You smiled.

"Did Natasha get back to you?" Wanda spoke softly to America as they stood in the middle of the living room making sure they had everything ready for your surprise. "Yeah, we have the park for 4 hours before they have to allow the general public access" America couldn't hide her excited smile. Wanda and the kids have been planning something very special for you for weeks now, the biggest worry was the twins getting too excited and accidently spoiling it. "She has no idea!" Wanda smiled proudly. Today's plan was to have the twins keep you distracted as much as possible while Wanda and America got everything packed into the car.

After breakfast with the help of the twins, Wanda returned with a coffee in hand standing in the doorway, "Boys, why don't you go get dressed for today, we'll be leaving in 45 minutes" she announced. The twins nodded a little too quickly as they jumped off the bed not without giving you a kiss on the cheek and wishing you another happy birthday.

"What have you got planned?" you raised a brow as you looked at Wanda as she placed her coffee on the bedside table, "just a day in the park, why?" she looked back at you with a light smirk. "Wands, those boys are really excited about something, I knew you couldn't help yourself" you chuckled, placing the empty tray to the side and pulling Wanda closer to you, "I promise you my love, it's just a day in the park. You know the one the boys kept going on and on about recently? With the big playground? That's the park" she assured you. "Okay, that makes sense" you smiled before kissing your wife again.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and kiss you all day, but we leave in 40 minutes" Wanda informed you as her eyes drifted to the alarm clock on her side of the bed. "Want to save time and join me in the shower?" you suggest, Wanda chuckled with a nod, "good thinking"

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You'd been in the car for over an hour now and the boy's excitement was making you very curious as to where exactly this park was. "How far is this park?" you looked over at Wanda who kept her eyes on the road in front of her.

"Just another 30 minutes" she replied, "which reminds me" she reached one hand to the backseat and gentle padded America on the knee, "You have to put this one" she hands you a blind fold. "Oh, I knew it!" you playfully shook your head as you took the blind fold from Wanda's hand, "you couldn't help yourselves, could you?" you added, talking to everybody. "Shut up and put it on, will you?" Wanda chuckled as she quickly gave you a playful glare, "Yes Ma'am" you joked as you put the black blind fold on.

"Good, now just another 25 minutes at the most" Wanda smiled too the children through the review mirror. The rest of the car ride felt like it went on forever, you weren't sure if that was because you were excited but didn't want to give into Wanda and show her or if it was the fact, you were blind folded. You could hear the giggles and whispers from the twins in the back which only led to more excitement building up wanting to know what exactly your family had planned, you were sure by now that it wasn't a trip to some park with a huge playground for the twins to enjoy.

"We're here!" Wanda announced with a hand on your knee, "oh goodie! I can take this off now" you reached for your blind fold only to have Wanda slap your hand gently, "not yet, we'll tell you when. You just wait here while we unload the car" she spoke giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

The only stuff that needed to be unloaded was everybody's backpacks, Billy and Tommy begging Wanda to hurry up and get the backs out of the trunk before they started fighting over who would be the one to take off your blind fold. America shook her head and rolled her eyes as big sisters too in such a situation. "How about both of you take it off Ma?" Wanda suggested in a whisper, "fine" the boys sighed.

"Are you ready love?" Wanda called as she closed the trunk, "I've been ready all morning!" you joked. Tommy opened the passenger door then with the help of Billy, you took a hand each as they guided you out of the car, "Keep your eyes close Mama!" Billy said while he and Tommy got you to kneel to their level before taking your blind fold off together, "okay! Open your eyes!" the boys said almost in sync.

As you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the wonderful grates of Disney Land, you've always wanted to go but never found the time. "SURPRISE!" your little family cheered, "Happy Birthday my love, thank you for always being the best and much, much more" Wanda smiled softly as she pulled you in for a kiss. "You've out done yourselves!" you smiled at your three children, "just wait until you get inside! Everybody is waiting!" Billy spoiled the last surprise causing you all to giggle. "You brought everybody here?" You turned to Wanda.

"Everybody is here and we have the park to ourselves for four hours, told you we were going to a park" she playfully winked as she intertwined her fingers with yours, "I love you, all of you so much" you said as you and your family made your way through the gates.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfiction #marvel

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Scott x sister!reader - done trying

Teen Wolf imagine being Scott sister and having a complicated relationship with him and your mother and putting it into a song and singing your heart out at the talent show. - @cokcola4112💜

A/N: the song used is Running by NF

Sitting in your room, you were chewing the end of your pencil as you stared at the homework in front of you.

“Hey (Y/N), we’re ordering some food, do you want anything?”

Looking up at your mum, you shook your head.

“No thank you, I’m just going to get something later.”

“Are you sure? We haven’t eaten together in a while.”

You turned back to your homework.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Melissa sighed and nodded her head, leaning against the doorway as she crossed her arms as she gazed at you.

“How’s Uhm.. how’s school going?” She asked.

You shrugged a little bit.

“Okay I guess.”

She sighed softly and walked inside.

“Are you really not going to eat with us?”

“No. I’ve got school work to do so can you please go.”

“Alright. Alright.”

Melissa walked away and shook her head as she looked at Scott who was waiting for her to come back down, hopefully with you.

“I don’t get it, she’s always trying to do stuff with us.” Scott said.

“She said she was busy.”

Scott sighed and nodded.

You closed your bedroom door, and gave up on your homework, instead you sat on your bed and scrolled through your phone.

You had always had a complicated relationship with Scott and your mom, yes you were twins, but your mom always seemed to favour Scott.

Maybe it had something to do with whatever happened when you were younger, you didn’t know.

But after years and years of trying to put the effort in with them you gave up, and they couldn’t seem to notice what was going on.

You had tried.

You were tired of trying.

You left the house about an hour later, going to meet some of your friends for dinner and you came back, only to be stopped by Scott.

“Are you coming to the game tomorrow?” He asked.

“Hate lacrosse.”

“Oh.. I thought you liked it…” he mumbled.

“Well maybe if you paid attention you would’ve know.” You shrugged.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m going to bed.”

You wanted to move in with your dad, but because of school and his work, he knew he didn’t have the time to look after you.

And you hated it.

It’s why you signed up for the talent show, you didn’t want people to see you as Scott’s sister, you wanted them to see you for you.

And singing was a huge passion of yours, so as you stood behind the stage the night of the talent show you felt nervous.

Your name was called up and you walked out, standing in front of the microphone, you took a small breath, and waited for your cue to start.

And what you didn’t know was that your mom and brother found out about you taking part and had come to watch.

You took a small breath and began to play the guitar.

“I'm tired. Of holding on to you, it's time to let My pride Go and learn to love myself again, yeah.”

You paused.

“I don't wanna wait another day, I've waited long enough I'm ready I can see the sun, it's coming up. There's happiness on the horizon, I'm hopeful I can see the light, I've Hesitated all my life but I'm all done.”

Scott and Melissa shared a look. You were amazing.

“I'm done running from you. Spent my whole life in your shadow Scared of who I'd be if I, Yeah, Said goodbye and I didn't have you here.”

You took a breath.

“I wish you well but I can no longer stand aside And watch you sabotage the two of us. I love you to death, but I can't spend the rest of my Life in this darkness, I'm done. I'm done.”

Melissa and Scott grew more confused.

“Is this about us..?” Scott whispered.

“I don’t know..”

You carried on singing.

“I wish you the best, but I'm not interested In giving you more of my life, I've already given you too much. I don't wanna lose ya. I don't wanna keep ya. I know that you mean well but when I fail I don't need ya. Rubbing my face in it and treating me like I'm less than you, tell the truth You know I'd be better without ya. Been in your shoes, don't be a fool And try to convince me that I'm the Real issue, when you're the root to every problem I love you but not enough to allow you to continue to drown the both of us, you're Holding me back, you're pulling me down, you're making me hate myself, I Don't wanna leave, but that's what I need, I ain't got a choice, I can't just Let you deceive and make me believe that I don't deserve to be loved. I am not gonna stand aside And watch you attempt to rob and steal and sabotage What little faith I have left, yeah, haven't I scarificed enough for you? Hate seeing you cry, but I think it's time to let go and say our goodbyes. Yeah, I'm gonna miss you, but I am not gonna spend the rest of my life running From you.”

You paused.

“Spent my whole life in your shadow Scared of who I'd be if I Said goodbye and I didn't have you here. I wish you well but I can no longer stand aside And watch you sabotage the two of us. I love you to death, but I can't spent the rest of my Life in this darkness, I'm done. I'm done.”

Mellissa had tears running down her face, and Scott gripped her hand tightly in his.

Because they realised it was about them, they weren’t sure how but they just knew.

“I have to go..”

“Mom!”

Scott rushed out after your mom, following her into the hallway he hugged her tightly, letting her cry into his shoulder.

He sniffled a little.

“We made her feel like that?” Melissa asked.

“I.. I don’t know how…” he whispered.

You had watched them rush out, and you left the stage, handing the guitar to someone else you stuff your hands into your pocket and left.

Wondering around the hallways you stopped when you wondered down their hallway and you paused.

Both of them stopped and looked at you.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart…”

You walked over and stopped next to you, moving aside as she reached for your hand.

“Don’t I love you both but I’m done…” you whispered.

“Give us a chance let us fix this!” Scott begged, “we can’t loose you.”

“Maybe you should give that song another listen.”

You walked away and they watched you leave.

“I’ve spent too long begging for your attention.” You mumbled.

With that, you left the school and got into your car, clenching your jaw as you fought the tears in your eyes.

Part of you wanted to run back inside and hug them, tell them it’s all forgive but you knew if you did that you knew nothing would change.

They had to learn their lesson, no matter how much it hurt the three of you.

You needed this.

And they needed to learn from this.

You had tried and you couldn’t do it anymore you just couldn’t.

And they didn’t know how to fix it, or if they even could change anything and make it better.

Scott held your guys’ mom as she sobbed into his arms, trying to figure out where she had gone wrong, and he was doing the same thing.

They wanted to fix this and now they weren’t sure if they could, or you would even let them.

Maybe it was too late now.

But they sure as hell were going to try, they were going to try anything

#teen wolf #teen wolf x you #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #Scott mccall #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall x reader #Scott mccall x you

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imagineanime2022 · 7 months

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S/O Who Celebrates The Day Of The Dead

Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Mr Compress X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Since October is coming up soon, I was thinking what is the league of villains had a S/O who’s quirk is “Catrina” (which is a female day of the dead skeleton) and she celebrates ‘El Dia de los mortals’ which is Spanish for “the Day of the dead” because I know some people celebrate that instead of Halloween and I just thought it would be an interesting idea?

A/N: I am sorry if I have offended anyone with anything that is in this piece, I'm the most British person that you will ever meet so I don't know a lot about this celebration of what is encompassed in celebrating it, I tried to stay as generic as possible as not to offend anyone but that being said if there is anything that is wrong or offensive please let me know so that I can change it 😁

Tomura Shigaraki

🖐 Probably knew what The Day Of The Dead was but he doesn’t have any in depth knowledge of it, mostly because he didn’t know anyone who celebrated it, until you came along. 🖐 He’s not going to ask any questions but he’ll listen to what you're saying, and might tell you that he has no reason to celebrate, since he doesn’t mourn anyone that has died. 🖐 If you catch him at the right time he might humour you by sitting with you while you create a memorial for all of the people you’ve lost. 🖐 You won’t always have him there but he’d never try to stop you from celebrating even if you ended up taking up his space to do it.

Shigaraki walked down into the bar frowning at the bright colours and the skulls that decorated the interior “what is going on?” He asked Kurogiri who was cleaning a glass behind the bar. “Ask (Y/N) they’re the one who’s decorating.” Kurogiri answered as he gestured to you, Shigaraki only then noticed you in the corner of the room trying to put something up, paper flowers. “What are you doing?” Shigaraki asked as he walked over to where you were. “I’m just decorating…” You answered “you don’t have to worry about it, you’ve already said that there is no one dead that you wish to celebrate.” “Mmm.” Shigaraki hummed. “That’s today?” “It is.” You nodded. “I’m just making a memorial for the people that I’ve lost, I won’t bother you.” “I never said that you were bothering anyone.” Shigaraki said and you looked at him and shrugged as he moved back over to the bar and sat down taking out his game. “You know my mum used to say that they could see you, hear you when you made these memorials, they were here with us, they’re supposed to walk with us on this day.” You explained. “I wonder if they would be disappointed.” “Disappointed?” He asked. “I thought this was supposed to be a celebration, why are you getting sad?” “So you do listen when I talk about all this.” You smiled and he rolled his eyes. “If you are going to take up space doing this, then do it right.” He ordered, he didn’t mean a single word of that, he would have let you do whatever you wanted.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi knows what the day of the dead is and honestly he liked the celebration more than the typical halloween that was more commonly celebrated, that being said he probably wouldn’t tell you that. 🔥 He’ll ask questions in a sort of antagonistic way, he wants to know about the tradition but he’s not in the right frame of mind to just ask, so if you could answer the questions without getting too annoyed at him it’ll work out well for both of you. 🔥 You're likely to have your own apartment so he’d probably find his way around when you were celebrating. 🔥 I don’t think he’d be too picky about the food he eats, open to trying new things if the person that made them was trustworthy, so he’d definitely eat whatever you make, but good luck if he likes something because you literally won’t get any of it.

Dabi walked into the apartment rolling his eyes at the fact that you front door was never locked, he looked over the living room and before long his eyes fell on the small memorial in the corner of the room, he noticed that all of his favourite foods littered the space around where he assumed a picture would go, instead there was a painted skull that had beautiful designs where he knew his scars were on his face. “Oh I didn’t know that you were here.” You said as you walked out of the kitchen. “Maybe you should lock your door, then you’d know who was in your house.” He answered as he looked over at the memorial “should I be worried?” “What?” You asked with a frown before finally looking where he was. “Oh! No I just… Everytime that I ask you who you were before this, you tell me it doesn’t matter because the kid that you were died, so this time I decided that I’d celebrate the boy that died to make you because without him I wouldn’t have ever met you.” You explained, he looked at you for a second “I just never had a picture of you when you were younger to put on there so I… Just put your favourite food on there and well… I was going to celebrate the way I had every other year.” “You don’t even know that kid.” Dabi rolled his eyes. “I know parts of him, the parts that were strong enough to live on, I know the person that his anger, fear and pain made, I only hope that with the celebration of his death it will give time for his happiness, love and wonder to be reborn.” You explained. “I’ve always wanted to know him and every year I’ll show what’s left of him that I am waiting to meet him when he is ready to introduce himself.” “And if he’s never ready?” Dabi asked, his throat almost felt like it was closing, he wanted to end this conversation but he worried that he would lose you if he did. “Then I will find comfort in knowing that he once existed.” You answered with a smile, you walked over pressing a kiss to his cheek, clearing throat before turning back to the kitchen “come in when you're ready or leave if that makes you feel more comfortable.” You said softly, you meant no malice just giving him a choice before turning back into the kitchen leaving him alone but you were only in there for a second before hands found their way onto your hips. “You think words are enough to scare me off?” He asked, “I’ll tell you one day, I promise you that.” “A promise is good enough.” You assured him.

Mr Compress

🔮 Compress honestly knows quite a bit about the day of the dead, mostly because the first time he met you he connected your villain costume to the holiday. 🔮 He still asks questions because he loves to see you talk about it, see how happy you are when you talk through everything. You could say the same thing 3 times and he would nod along like it was the first time that you said it. 🔮 He’ll take the time to celebrate with you, if you have stories to tell or places to visit he’ll go with you, mask off and all, he’s here for you. 🔮 Helps you to decorate, never complains and let’s to run the day, no matter what it is that you want to do.

You had been up for a little while, you had made breakfast for when Atsuhiro woke up and you started decorating the small apartment that you shared, you were humming to yourself as you held up two different decorative flowers. “(Y/F/C) one is better.” Atsuhiro’s voice sounded from behind you before his arms wrapped around you. “You're awake.” You smiled “good morning.” “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to oversleep.” He said softly. “You didn’t oversleep, I’m just up early.” You assured him. “You should have woken me.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Why would I wake you up?” You asked. “I want to help you.” He answered. “It’s okay, you can still help me, but you don’t have to, you know.” You reminded him and he looked at you as if you said something outrageous. “It doesn't matter if I have to or not I want to.” He said and you looked at him, eyebrows raised “I want to help you, I love you and anything that is important to you is important to me.” “Are you seriously offended?” You asked. “Yes my dear I am.” He answered, you could feel the smirk pressed against the skin of your shoulder. “Well I’m so sorry, how about you help me finish the decorations and then we can have breakfast, there is a small festival being held close by for Day of the dead that we can go to as well.” You explained as you carefully placed the flowers that he had chosen on the shelf that you were decorating. “That sounds like a plan.” He said as he squeezed you a little tighter “as long as you still have stories to tell.” “Always.” You promised as you looked at the man finally connecting your lips “now help me finish up so that we can have breakfast.” “Always.” He promised, leaning down to help you with the decorations.

Spinner

🦎 Spinner probably doesn’t know a lot about the holiday but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to learn. 🦎 Always apologises in case he offended you when he asks a question and listens intently when you answer him. 🦎 He’s not against the make up, he worried the first time though because he thought that his scales and face shape would ruin it, when you were finished though he liked what you had done and even the fact that people weren’t staring at him like they usually did. 🦎 If you loved to cook he’d love to learn, maybe one day he could make food for you on the holiday that you love.

You groaned as you opened the door, you hated that Shigaraki had tasked you with a stake out mission the night before you were supposed to be celebrating The Day Of The Dead. You scratched the back of your head as you walked into the kitchen to look through the cupboard groaning when you realised that you would need to go out before you could actually start the celebration tomorrow “your back.” Shuichi said as he appeared at the door to the kitchen. “Hmm.” You hummed. “Come on, you must be tired.” He said softly. “I just need to make a list of all the things I need for tomorrow, I was supposed to get them today but then everything happened.” You explained and he shook his head. “We can make the list in the morning and then we can go and get them.” Shuichi said, reaching out to you “don’t worry I’ll help you, everything will be fine tomorrow.” “I can-” “Nothing is open now anyway, we’ll just go early.” He cut you off and you knew that he was right, so you reached out, taking his hand and heading to bed.

You took in a deep breath as you woke up, you reached out to the other side of the bed and found that it was empty, you frowned as you looked over, you rubbed your eyes before getting up, you walked into the kitchen and smiled as you looked around at the decorations that were all around the house, “You decorated the house?” You asked as your eyes fell on Shuichi across the kitchen. “You had a late night, I thought I could help, I hope it’s right.” He said scratching the back of his head as you walked towards him, you smiled as you leaned up nuzzling into him. “It’s perfect.” You said as you looked at the counter. “What were you doing?” “I was getting everything we needed for the food, I had to go out and grab some things, I think I got everything so that we could start cooking, I can’t do that part without you.” “Really?” You asked and he nodded. “I’m sure you know more than you think you do.” You said as you walked over and looked over the ingredients. “You got everything that we need.” “I’m working on it.” He nodded as he watched you turn back towards the bedroom. “Let me shower and get dressed and then we’ll get started.” You said and he nodded. “I’ll be waiting.” He promised.

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themultifandomgal · 5 months

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Adam Ruzek- Single Dad Pt2

"So she actually threw up on you?"

"Yep it was awful. Like I was so embarrassed" Adam chuckles "but what about you. Any bad dates?" Adam and I are sat eating lunch in a really cute café

"Ughh to many to count. There was this one guy I started seeing and we were meant to be going on a date, he had picked me up but on the way to the restaurant I had a phone call to go back home as my mom had been called into work in an emergency. He really kicked off and refused to see me again. Actually refused to take me home. I had to call a taxi"

"What a jerk"

"Tell me about it"

"So what does you mom do then for work?"

"Oh she's a brain surgeon at Chicago Med. Sometimes she will get called in and I have to look after Jack"

"What about your dad? Where's he?"

"He and my mom split up when I was 10. Then she met Jacks dad who's actually in the army so we don't see him all that much"

"Oh I'm sorry"

"No it's ok. I get on with both my dad and Jacks. So does mom, she thought it would be best for us all if everyone got on"

"That's good. I wish I got on with Ally's mum, you know for her sake. I'm lucky I have some good friends"

"I'm sorry that her mom isn't involved, but it's her loss right? And I think it's sweet how your friends love her as if she was their biological family" my phone dings "sorry"

"No problem" I check my phone to see mom has been called in to do a surgery

"I'm so sorry, but I've got to go look after Jack"

"Hey no it's fine don't worry about it"

"I really am sorry" I stand up

"Hey why don't you bring him to mine? we can take them to the park"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes of course" Adam texts me his address

"Ok I'll see you in a bit then"

"But why?"

"Because were going to go to the park with Ally and Adam" I take Jacks coat of the hanger and help him put it on

"But why?"

"Jack please just do as I say"

"Where's mommy gone?"

"She's got to make people better" I finally get Jack out the house and into his car seat

"How long is the drive?"

"Not long" I type in Adams address into maps and start the car while Encanto soundtrack plays, Jacks current obsession

"We don't talk about Bruno" Jack yells making me laugh "no no no"

After a few minutes and a lot of singing we arrive at Adams

"Ok now you have to be a good boy for me ok?"

"Ok YN" I lift him out of his car seat then lock the car. We walk up to the door

"Can I press the bell?" Jack asks pointing to the door bell. I lift him up and he presses the bell. A few seconds later Adam opens up the door

"Hey bud you ready for a play date?" Adam asks Jack

"Yeah. Guess what" before Adam can even breath Jack is already telling him that we listened to the Encanto songs

"You did did you?" Adam looks at me

"Yup. We don't talk about Bruno on repeat. All the way here"

"Well Encanto is Ally's favourite film so shall we put it on?"

"Can we?" Jack asks me

"Yes of course"

"Yay" we walk in and Adam takes us to the living room. Ally is playing with a doll

"Hi Ally how are you?" I ask

"Good" she says shyly with her hair half in a bobble and half out

"I'm guessing your daddy did your hair?" I ask and she nods

"Can you do hair?" She asks me

"Come here" I say as Adam puts on Disney+ and finds Encanto for the kids. I do a French plait for her

"YN and I will make you some snacks" Adam and I walk into the kitchen

"Sorry this isn't the date we planned" I sigh as Adam passes me a bowl and some crisps

"It's ok. We can always have another date" he shrugs

"So it's not been a complete disaster then?" I ask raising my eyebrows

"Definitely not" we take the snacks over to the kids while they are mesmerised by the TV. Adam and I go back into the kitchen to talk

"How often does Jack get to see his dad?" he asks making a drink

"Maybe every 4 months for a week? This is probably the longest he's been away, it's been about 6 months since he was home"

"Wow. How does your mother cope?"

"She works, a lot. That's why I help out, take Jack out and do things with him"

"Your good with him. Most siblings wouldn't do what you do"

"You think?" I raise my eyebrows.

For the rest of the afternoon Adam and I chat, then take Jack and Ally to the park and we also play games with them before it's time for Jack and I to leave. Jack goes to say bye to Ally while I say bye to Adam.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #adam ruzek x reader #adam ruzek imagine #adam ruzek

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21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"

Part 1 | Part 2

As much as Fao hated to admit it, his mum had been right. He’d woken up the morning after his game feeling shit, and he’d definitely not drunk enough to be hungover. His throat was like he’d swallowed glass, he was sniffly, and he had a proper dry cough. He felt awful. They’d stayed in his flat that night, to go home that morning, and though he felt guilty he definitely wanted to be home with his family rather than by himself. Even though Sheila fussed, he liked it when it meant he got food and endless cups of tea.

Once they’d got home, he’d flopped onto his bed, feeling utterly miserable to say the least. The cat had joined him, which was nice, the tabby curled up next to him, purring away. He hated it, feeling guilty for bringing it home, but also for ruining their time together. They were supposed to do stuff, spend time as a family whilst he was home for the weekend, and now he’d ruined it by getting ill.

While everyone had their own things to do, they'd planned going out in the early afternoon. Sheila had seen the state of Fao, and knew he was coming down with a cold. As much as she knew it was just an old wives tale, she couldn't help but wish he'd listened and worn his coat.

She made them both a cup of tea, grabbed a load of snacks, and dropped the bombshell on Fred that he was alone with Finn for the rest of the day. Neither of them minded, and she was slightly concerned at the excitement and mischief on both their faces, but Fred was an adult. And Finn knew how to call them when things went wrong. She bundled them out of the house, the peace and quiet immediately so much better, and headed to Fao's room.

"Fao? Sweetheart?"

He lifted his head. “Mm?”

"Can I come in?"

“Yeah.” He murmured. “But not to say ‘I told you so’.”

She grinned at him. "I don't need to. You've already said it."

“Was getting ill before.” He pointed out. “At least Pollo is giving me sympathy.”

"Hey, I've brought you tea and snacks, I'm being nice." She protested. "Shove over, let me on the bed."

“You should’ve led with that.” He said, gathering the cat up in his arms to shift over and give her room.

"Ah, but that would have been too nice." She teased, settling next to him. "Have you had any paracetamol?"

“Had some earlier.” He murmured.

"Not time for any yet?"

“No, not yet.”

"Alright. Want to put a film on?"

“Mm, dunno.”

"Are you going back to sleep?" She asked gently, reaching to stroke through his hair.

He sniffed. “Snacks?”

"Got plenty."

“Like what?”

"I've got crackers, crisps, chocolate - don't tell Fred, I got his good stuff, and the fruit salad he made for us yesterday."

“Mm, chocolate.” Fred always had the best stuff, and he was rubbish at hiding it.

She passed him the bar. "And we've got the place to ourselves. Fred's taken Finn out."

“Oh? Thought it was quiet.”

"Thought you might appreciate a bit of peace."

“You should’ve gone too. I’ll get you sick.”

"I couldn't have left you all alone."

“I live alone, mum.”

"Not when you're here."

“Still. I’d be okay.”

"Are you trying to politely kick meout?"

“I don’t want you to get sick too.”

"I don't mind."

“You won’t be able to go to work.”

"We'll just stay in together."

“Mm, still.”

"I'm not going to leave just because of a few gems. You'll have already given it to Finn, no doubt. I might as well get it over with now."

“I tried to be careful around Finn.” Fao said. “But he wriggled his way into my bed anyway.”

"You could lock the door, tie him up, and you'd still end up with a Finn in your bed."

“Exactly.”

"I know you're careful with Finn." She murmured softly.

“As careful as I can be. He really enjoyed last night.” He murmured, his voice croaky.

"I know." She smiled fondly. "He's not shut up about it all morning."

Fao smiled. “Of course.”

"He wants to go out properly with you next time."

“Not so sure about that one.”

"Me neither. Said maybe when he was older."

“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed, eating a square of chocolate.

"Though I couldn't imagine it would be a good idea."

“He’s clumsy enough without alcohol.”

"That's very true."

After a moment, Fao shifted to cuddle up to her, his arm over her waist. He was feeling miserable, and she always made it better.

She smiled, waiting for him to settle. She reached to rub his back, drawing soothing shapes across his top. "Better?"

“Yeah, better.”

She pressed a kiss to his hair. "You gonna go to sleep?"

“Can’t sleep.”

"That's okay."

“I’m sorry if I get you ill.”

"It's part of life."

“Still.”

"I know."

It was nice, the way she traced shapes on his back. He’d finished the chocolate, and it had made him feel a little less miserable, at least. He sniffed again, his throat still sore, and let himself relax into her. Despite saying he couldn’t sleep, he soon found himself drifting, unable to stop it.

#sicktember 2023 #21. “but if you stay you'll get sick too”#whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #sheila daniels #oc #fic #brothers in more than arms #cold #flu #i told you so #sheila is a sweetie #fao is feeling miserable #whump #fred needs to hide his chocolate better #comfort #sickfic #cuddles

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@monthly-challenge 2024 | 6. Sharing Food

I used this prompt for my original characters, Nathan and Patience: the story is under the cut.

Word count: 1,411

“What did you want to cook?” asked Nathan, the instant Patience set foot in the kitchen. He was enveloped in a comically large apron, impressive given his height.

Distracted, Patience said, “Did… did you make that apron? Did you literally just make an apron that was too large just for the fun of it?” He smiled charmingly. “Of course.”

It was floral, and not precisely what she would have expected him to choose, but the pink flowers suited his oven-flushed cheeks. “I didn’t even know you sewed, but I’m not particularly surprised when I think about it.”

“I don’t, much, but I wanted an apron the way I wanted it, so I made it. I even hand-sewed it; that’s not machine stitches you see there.”

Patience took it up and examined it critically. “Very neat,” she said in surprise. “I completely thought that was machine sewing.”

“Success.” He grinned at her, and Patience grinned back, taken by his expression. She was maybe a little bit obsessed with her boyfriend, all things considered. Then again, he was a pretty good sort of fellow, the reason they were going out. She wouldn’t have settled for anyone less than him, because the only way that could have ended was badly, and she had no wish to have a relationship that important end badly if she could help it.

She suspected she got into her head too often. Shaking away the thought, Patience replied to his earlier question with, “Do you have any suggestions?”

Her boyfriend blinked back at her, then realised what she was asking. “Oh! Um, not really. Unless you wanted to make migraine soup.”

Patience laughed. “Soup out of a migraine?” she quipped.

“You know what I mean,” Nathan grumbled.

“That doesn’t stop me from laughing at you.” She offered her most charming smile.

“I would not have it so,” said Nathan, and bowed in a courtly fashion to her. “Listen, if you didn’t say that kind of thing where it was clearly noticeable I’d be filing for divorce already!”

She quieted, and he grimaced. “I didn’t—look, Pat, I’m sorry. Bad choice of words.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll try not to again.”

“Thanks.”

That little awkwardness past, Patience brightened and said, “So—do you have a cook book of some kind that we can look through?”

“That’s an excellent point. Mum does.” He fished out three large tomes and dumped them on the kitchen table, and he and Patience pored over them for several minutes, flipping through the books at varying speeds, before Patience said, “How about this?”

‘This’ was a recipe for the curiously named Linzer cookies, which Patience had never seen before, and which Nathan quickly said he had never made. “They do look interesting, though.”

“A bit like yo-yos,” she said, examining the recipe. “Except more exciting because look at that centre. It’s so pretty!”

“Food is to eat but also to look pretty,” he agreed. “Do we have all the ingredients? Flour, yes—almond flour, also yes—salt, yes—butter, let me check—powdered sugar, yes—brown sugar, yes—eggs, yes—vanilla extract, yes—almond extract, let me check—fruit jam, yes. Butter and almond extract, then—” Nathan went in search of the pantry, and returned victorious. “We have both butter and almond extract, apparently. You’re in luck, Patience, because we usually don’t have almond flour but there was some marked down a lot at the shops the other day, so Mum grabbed it while it was there.”

“Wonderful. It wasn’t for anything particular, was it?”

“No, just while it was so cheap as to be cheaper than normal flour. Convenient, isn’t it?”

“Exceedingly.” She waited, awkwardly, while Nathan fetched everything out of the pantry and fridge, then said, “Um—do you have a spare apron?”

“Oh! Yes, there’s Mum’s.”

Patience picked up the dark blue apron, put it on and glanced quizzically at his brilliant pink one. “Pink for girls and blue for boys, whomst?” she said.

“Nothin’ doing, this is mine,” he said, adopting a threatening attitude.

“I wasn’t about to take it away from you,” she replied placidly.

“Just as well. I shouldn’t have let you. Besides, it’d look ridiculous on you.”

“It looks ridiculous on you,” she said fondly. “Not that that’s a failing.”

“Good: I wear my ridiculousness with pride.”

Patience stepped closer and kissed him quickly. “That’s what I love about you.”

“I know.” He kissed her back, and their plans were slightly delayed.

Once Patience extricated herself from the deep embrace they ended up in, she tied back her hair and said, “Well, we should probably get onto cooking those biscuits—”

“They’re cookies, dear, read the recipe.”

She rolled her eyes cheerfully at his nitpicking and said, “Whatever they are. We should cook them.”

“Are we allowed to mix the ingredients together first?” he asked plaintively. This time Patience laughed.

“First we need a mixing bowl,” she said, reading the instructions.

“Ahead of you.” Nathan put a glass mixing bowl on the bench with a gentle clink.

“And whisk the flour, almond flour and salt together.”

“Whisk,” he said, and got out a wooden spoon.

“If you do your mixing, then, while I cream the butter and sugars? It says to use a mixer but I reckon I can do it well enough.”

“I believe in you,” he encouraged her.

She flashed him a smile, then picked up a tablespoon and set to work on it. Nathan was done much more quickly than she was, but watched her attentively and was ready with the first egg yolk as soon as she proclaimed it done.

“I can take over if you want,” he offered, but she shook her head. “Maybe in a bit when the going gets tough.”

“Of course,” he agreed. Patience mixed in silence until it was done, then separated it into two batches.

Once they had shaped the first batch, Nathan read the recipe. “Okay, time to chill.”

She grinned. “Excellent.”

They passed the time until the cookies were ready for the oven in a theological discussion about the terminologies used for God in the Bible. At ‘God of my refuge’, the timer went off and both abandoned their discussion reluctantly, promising one another that they would come back to it later.

They rolled out the dough in companionable conversation, but not about the theological discussion, since Patience wanted to be able to cross-reference and find exactly where each term was used, which she couldn’t exactly do with floury hands. The biscuits they made a perfectly round shape, with small heart shapes in the middle. Nathan made a heart shape with his hands after handing the cutter to Patience. “‘Cause I love you,” he said romantically.

“Love you too,” she retorted, face lighting up with a smile.

“Great, glad to hear that,” he said, looking a little flushed as he kept on cutting out circles and handing precisely half of them to Patience for the additional heart.

Once they were in the oven, they returned to their seats. Patience was the one to remember the timer, which Nathan said was just as well, since he’d forgotten about it and the cookies would be rather blacker than intended if he’d been the one to remember.

While they were cooling, Patience picked up the Bible again. “Where’s that verse about the Lord being a strong tower that the righteous run into?”

“Psalms, I’m pretty sure. Maybe Jonah. Probably Psalms though.”

“Why Jonah?” she mused, already flipping through Psalms slowly and scanning for the desired verse.

“I don’t know. I always get it mixed up with Jonah’s prayer, but I don’t think it’s in there at all.”

“No, neither do I—aha! Found it. It’s not in Psalms at all. I thought suddenly that it might be in Proverbs so I checked. Eighteen, verse ten.”

“Thanks for finding it. Isn’t it interesting?” Nathan added, glancing at her. “The many different ways God is revealed as a—a thing? You know, I can’t remember the word but you know what I mean?”

“I know what you mean. Not just merciful and gracious and all that, but as a refuge, a hiding place, a strong tower. Isn’t it exciting?”

“Exciting seems the wrong word to me,” he demurred.

“Well, it’s exciting to me,” she said firmly. “D’you think the cookies will be cool yet? I want to en-jam them and try them.”

Nathan laughed kindly at her. “They won’t be cool for a while, Pat.”

Nathan and Patience were using this recipe for their cookies! I've never made it but it looked fun. The bit about terminologies used for God was stolen from a conversation I had the other day with... someone on Chrumblr but I forget who. If you see it, hope you don't mind lol. Tagging @stealingmyplaceinthesun@graycedelfin@pilgrimsofworship and @choasuqeen

#februfluff2024 #nathan #patience

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 36

Instead of going home to Tom, I called her yesterday.

“It’s completely ok. You’re both entitled to your frustrations. As long as you talk about them. Mind you, how you both found out about them may not have been the best, but it’s better late than not at all. As long as you communicate and want to work on it. That’s what matters.”

“I’m just so tired of all these blank spots, and hearing him say that? I already feel bad enough. Now I feel worse because I know I'm a burden. I know this has to be awful for him. I'm just so confused at times and didn't want to burden him further."

“It’s ok. This isn’t a situation that tends to happen to everyone, but the bond you two have is incredible. Plus you’ve got me, Emma, Bobby, and so many others."

I wish that helped me feel better. "I appreciate that, more than you know, but I feel like I need some time for myself, you know? "

“I understand." She looked at her watch. "I’d better head home. It's getting late. I think I’ve made Ben worry long enough. Will you be okay?"

"I'm alright. I need some alone time. You should get home, though."

Sophie pulled me into a hug. "You are always welcome to call or text me anytime, alright?"

I agreed, and we parted ways.

I remember thinking about heading home. I had resumed my walk, only stopping by the bakery for some pudding. When I made it to our street, I stopped. I just couldn't see him, at least not yet. So instead I kept walking, finally stopping at the nearby park and sat on a bench.

Next thing I knew, it was well past dark. I still didn't want to go home, but I couldn't stay out all night either. Finally turning my phone back on, I texted the only person who came to mind. About twenty minutes later, a car pulled up, and Sophie was there.

I cried in her arms, and she just held me. After a few minutes, she led me back to her car. Ben was driving. She assured me that he was under strict instruction not to tell Tom anything.

So here I was in their guest bedroom. There was a knock on the door. "How're you feeling?"

I shrugged and curled back up in the bed, not really responding.

"Why don't you come to the kitchen and get something to eat?"

Food was the last thing on my mind. "Not hungry."

She tried again, but I still declined.. I didn't feel just didn't feel like getting up nor eating, and who knows what Ben thought about the whole thing. With a sigh, she relented and left me alone, closing the door behind her.

Tom's POV

I woke up in bed, alone. Ben called last night letting me know she was safe but wanted to be alone, making him and his wife promise to keep quiet about her whereabouts, but he knew he couldn't do that. He made me swear not to turn up at his house, that he would keep an eye on her for me.

I can't blame her. I royally fucked up.

My phone dinged, and I quickly reached for it, hoping it was her. Looking at the screen, it was just a text from mum.

Mum: Wanted to check in and see how you're doing?

How exactly do I tell her my wife didn't come home last night?

Tom: I'm tired. Didn't sleep well.

Mum: I'm so sorry. Bad dreams?

Tom: You could say that.

Mum: Take it easy today. Rest if you can.

Tom: I'll try.

It took everything in me not to just run out the door and over to Ben's. I missed my wife and hated that I caused her to hurt, but he said she needed space.

Ben's POV

Soph came back to the kitchen alone which I found concerning.

"She's still in bed. All she said was that she wasn't hungry. I'm worried, Ben."

When we picked her up last night, I hated the idea of Tom not knowing anything. So while Sophie was out of the car getting her, I called Tom who interrupted me before I could say anything.

"Have you heard from her? Is she okay?"

"She called Soph just a bit ago, but if I tell you, you have to swear you won't say or do anything."

"You know I can't promise that. Where is she? Why didn't she c….."

"TOM! Listen, I don't have much time. You need to promise me you'll stay put and not do anything rash. If you don't, I can't tell you anything."

I heard silence on his side for a moment and then a resigned sigh.

"Alright. You win."

"We're picking her up right now. She'll stay at our place in the guestroom."

"Thank you, Ben."

Checking on the ladies, I saw them heading back to the car.

"I've got to go. I'll keep an eye on her for you, mate. I promise."

I sipped my tea, choosing my next words carefully. "Tom isn't faring well either."

She looked at me dead on. "You told him, didn't you?"

I can never get anything past her. "Of course I did. He deserved to know." Resigned, she threw her hands up before sitting at the table. I made her a cuppa then joined her.

"You're right, but she needs some distance, time to sort through her thoughts."

"I know, but I made him swear not to barge over here for that very reason."

Her head dropped to rest on the table. "I wish I knew what to do. "

I shifted closer, stroking her hair. "Me, too. It's a shitty situation, and all we can do right now is what we're already doing: support her and give her space to process. At least she's here where we can keep an eye on her rather than some hotel room completely alone."

She sighed. "That's true." I pulled her into my lap, cradling her. Neither of us said anything for a while.

"I should get her some clean clothes to wear." With that, she got up and headed to our room in search of said clothes.

Chapter 37

#tom hiddleston #twh #tomhiddleston #twhiddleston #damn hiddleston #hiddlestoners #thomas william hiddleston #hiddleston #hiddles #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddelston imagine #tom hiddelston x reader #tom hiddelson #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x ofc #tom hiddleston x you #just dizziness

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Today the exhaustion felt like it had seeped into my bones and even to have my eyes open was fighting the greatest war. I did the things I had to do and inbetween I lay in bed and prayed for sleep to take me under, just for a little while.

I wonder if the exhaustion is linked to the sadness. That wasn’t in the self help books or on the Google results when I researched what to expect when your mum is dying. I read all about the changes in breathing, the change in skin tone, changes in eating and drinking and sleeping habits. Change, change, change. I close my eyes and wish it would all stay the same. Even in this moment where she’s the worst she’s ever been and I feel like I’m made up of 50% worry and 50% grief, she’s here.

I’ve poured my heart out on these very notes pages more times than I can count… screamed about my hurt from the rooftops. I cried about everything and now none of it seems worth it. In all that time, I never once doubted my strength or ability to carry mountains on my back. I thought that’s what I was doing. But this has taken me down, day by day, minute by minute. I feel this physically slice through my heart 700 times a day and my legs go so weak that I have to sit down and I never know which will be the time I don’t make it back up again.

I just downloaded The Carpenters because she listened to it when I was growing up and I know even now that it will take me years to press play. But if life is all about those little threads and invisible strings then mum, I want spider strength to tie me to you forever and ever and ever. I want to see your face in real life, I want your smiles and your sarcasm and your sharp tongue to be the reality instead of the waking up in the middle of the night with your sadness haunting my dreams. I want it all to be over so badly that I’ll never stop feeling guilty for wishing time to move faster when you have so little of it left. And if we had a thousand or a million seconds to go, I know it would never be enough.

How am I supposed to ever fall in love or buy a house or get married or have a child without you being a part of it. Who do I call when I can’t call ‘mama’ from my phone. How am I supposed to go on living when you’re not here? Up to now, it’s been 18 months of grieving for someone who still takes breaths. Not once in those 18 months have I felt true joy or happiness, not once have I laughed without thinking of all the jokes you’re going to miss. And mum, I am so, so scared. I’m so terrified that I feel sick so often, I cry when I’m on my own for more than 5 minutes, I never put my phone down when I can help it. TV lost its interest a long time ago, songs that I loved became reminders of the biggest loss I’ll ever know. I’m scared because I know what’s coming and I know that I’ll never be ready. All of this I guess is just to say, that if this pain is the price for getting to love you extra these past 18 months, if this pain is punishment for all those years of conflict, if I have no choice other than to sit here and take it then I want you to know that I’d hurt and bleed and cry for you a billion times over. If there was any way on this earth that I could help you to stay then I’d have already found it. And I love you, I love you, I love you. You are a part of me forever ❤️

#mum #brain tumour #stage4 #endoflife

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My Boys (Chapter 18)

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Y/n's pov

"I hate when the kids are with us when we are in situations like this," I whisper out to Steve as he wraps my shoulder with the bandage Dustin gave me. He finishes tying off the bandage and wraps his arms around my shoulders. "Yeah, but it means we can keep a protective eye on them. Don't have to worry about if they are in trouble," He says, squeezing my shoulder a little bit, careful of my injured one. I nod my head and continue to listen to the kids talking. "You're positive that was Dart?" Lucas asks Dustin. "Yes. He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt," Dustin says, annoyed with the question. "He was tiny two days ago," Max tries to rationalise, still confused about everything that's been going on. "Well, he's moulted three times already," Dustin explains. "Malted?" Steve asks, seeming a bit confused about what he's talking about. "Moulted. Shed his skin to make room for growth like hornworms," Dustin corrects. Ew, that's really gross. Wish I didn't hear that. Don't need that in my head right now. "When's he gonna moult again?" Max asks him. "It's gotta be soon. When he does, he'll be fully grown or close to it. And so will his friends," Dustin says. "Yeah and he's gonna eat a lot more than just cats," Steve snaps at little, his grip tightening on me as he talks.

"Wait, a cat?" Lucas asks, moving in front of Dustin and stopping us all from walking any further. Dustin steps back while Lucas asks him, "Dart ate a cat?" "No, what? No," Dustin defends, although he's lying as he told Steve and me about how Dart had eaten his mum's cat. "What are you talking about?" Steve asks him, while I add at the end, "He ate Mews, remember?" Max looks confused at us and asks, "Mews? Who's Mews?" "It's Dustin's cat," Steve casually tells her. "Steve! Y/N!" Dustin yells at us both, but it only causes me to laugh at his reaction. "I knew it! You kept him!" Lucas yells at Dustin, pushing against his shoulder. "No! No. No, I... No, I..." Dustin defends but we all know he's lying at this point, he's just trying to think of an excuse. "He missed me. He wanted to come home," Dustin finally lands on. "Bullshit!" Lucas yells at him. I flinch at the word, slightly feeling Steve do the same. Really hate that word now. "I didn't know he was a Demogorgon, okay?" Dustin defends himself. "Oh, so now you admit it?" Lucas continues but Max stops the fight by saying, "Guys, who cares? We have to go."

"I care! You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!" Lucas argues. "So did you!" Dustin yells, getting closer to Lucas, almost as if he was going to start fighting with Lucas. "What?" Lucas asks, clearly not understanding what he did that broke their rule of law. "You told a stranger the truth!" Dustin yells, pointing his flashlight in Max's face. "A stranger?" Max scoffs at him. "You wanted to tell her too!" Lucas says, trying to defend his actions. "Yeah, but I didn't Lucas, okay? I didn't tell her!" Dustin yells but I hear screeching in the distance. "We both broke the rule of law, okay? So we're even. We're even," Dustin says, his words starting to deflate at the end. I feel Steve slowly take his arm off me and turn to where the Demogorgons had gone. "No, no! We're not even. Don't even try that. Your stupid pet could have ate us for dinner!" Lucas yells. "That was not my fault!" Dustin yells. "Hey guys?" I hear Steve call out. I turn to look at Steve, ignoring the kids and try to work out what he is seeing. I walk over to him as he yells, "Guys!" This causes the kids to stop yelling at each other and look over at him and I, more screeching occurring as well. We all turn to the noise and continue moving towards it again, Steve and I making sure our nail bats are high in case something comes out and attack us.

"No, no, no. Hey, guys, why are you headed towards the sound? Hello?" Max questions us all, none of us answering her. "Hello?" I hear her call out again. I turn around to make sure she's ok to see her running towards us, deciding to come with us instead of staying or walking back alone. We continue to follow the sound, watching around us with the flashlights. We get to the top of a hill and stop, looking over the fog around us and under us, trying to find where Dart and his friend could be hiding. "I don't see him," Dustin comments, the screeching continuing. Lucas gets out his binoculars and looks over the land. "It's the lab. They were going back home," He tells us. "God, I hate this!" I whisper/yell, feeling anger at everything happening around me. I just wanted my normal life again. No monsters and no more laboratories. Steve looks over at me and laughs a little. "Not the only one N/n," He tells me, getting a strange look from Dustin. "Let's go over and see what's happening," I say, starting to walk down the hill. Dustin comes up next to me and grabs my hand, asking me, "What the hell is going on with you and Steve? No one calls you that but a select few people. Steve was not part of that list a few days ago." I laugh at him, figuring this was what he was going to ask me and tell him, "He is now Dustin. Plus he's still with Nancy, nothing can happen between us. We are only good friends." I glance over at Steve to find him already staring at me. I smile at him and he smiles back before looking forward again, almost at the bottom of the hill.

As we get close to the gate of the lab we find a car trying to get in. Steve moves in front of us all to protect us but I stay close behind him. As we walk towards the car we aren't able to see much because of the fog surrounding us. "Hello? Who's there? Who's there?" Someone calls out, someone who sounds an awful lot like Jonathan. When we get to the edge of the fog we flash our flashlights towards the voice, coming face to face with Nancy and Jonathan. We all lower our flashlights and get a "Steve?" from both of them. I laugh a little as Steve questions, "Nancy?" "Jonathan," I excitedly say, happy to see my best friends again. I run over to them and jump into Jonathan's arms, him wrapping his arms around me. "Ow," I whisper as he accidently hits my injured arm. We pull away but before Jonathan can ask what happened Nancy snaps at us all saying, "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" Steve questions her, a lot more nicely than I would've. Steve looks over quickly to Jonathan and I questionly before quickly looking back at Nancy, hurt flashing quickly over his eyes. "We're looking for Mike and Will," Nancy tells us. "They're not in there, are they?" Dustin asks them both. "We're not sure," Nancy says. "Why?" Jonathan asks, obviously worried for his brother. As if they could hear us talking about them, the Demogorgons start to screech loudly again. We all turn to the sound, making sure we weren't in any danger. "That's why," I whisper. The group start to discuss when and where the last time they saw the boys but I couldn't focus on that. I still felt like something was in the shadows, ready to attack us.

The lab's lights all turn on at once, Nancy pushing between everyone to get closer. "The power's back," She states, everyone looking over as well. We all run down to Jonathan's car, while Jonathan runs into the booth that was there. He presses the button, and all of us wait for it to open but nothing happens. Jonathan continues to press it but it still doesn't open. "Let me try," Dustin says, walking into the booth as well. "Hang on..." Jonathan says. "Let me try Jonathan!" Dustin yells at him, pushing him back. "Dustin!" I hiss at him, walking over to them as well. "Shut up Y/n," He snaps at me before he presses the button as well. I put my hands in the air and step back, accidently bumping into Steve. "Sorry," I whisper to him, Steve nodding at me. What's wrong with him? "Son of a bitch! You know what..." Dustin snaps, all of a sudden the gate opens. "Hey! I got it! I got it," Dustin chuckles. "You're lucky you're cute," I whisper as I walk past him, punching him in the arm as well. "You all stay here," Jonathan says, getting to the driver's side of his car. "What?" A few of us say. "Just do it," Jonathan asks, pleading with me to get everyone to stay. "Go get them out, but if you aren't back in 20 minutes, I'm coming down myself," I tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiles at me and gets into his car, speeding down the stretch of road. I look around to make sure everyone is still with us to notice that Nancy isn't with us. Hopefully, she jumped into the car when we weren't looking.

I lean against the booth next to Steve, watching over all of the kids, fearing that something could happen to them if I take my eyes off of them. I hate waiting for everyone to come back but I knew that all of us in that car wouldn't have done anyone any good. No one would be able to get in and that wouldn't help anyone. "What are you and Jonathan?" Steve randomly asks me, looking down at the ground, slight anger in his voice. I look over at him and give him a confused look. "What do you mean? He's my best friend," I tell him, wondering what he's thinking. "Not your boyfriend? Cause he seems to be, the way you two act around each other" Steve states, looking down at the lab. I laugh at him and say, "Dam Steve, first Billy and now Jonathan, what the hell is wrong with you? It's my life. You don't get an opinion on it," I snap at him, getting off the booth and pacing back and forth while Steve starts to flip his flashlight. "Guys," Max yells, all of us looking inwards the entrance to see two car speeding away from the lab. Oh no, that can't be good.

A car starts to honk at the kids, causing Steve and I to grab them and pull them out of the way. Hopper's car stops in front of us and he yells to us, "Let's go," waving us into the car. We all jump into action, the kids and Steve jumping into the back and I hop into the passenger seat. While the kids were getting in they were all yelling, "Come on, get it," causing me to laugh slightly but I looked away so no one saw. Hopper quickly starts to drive off, following Jonathan away from the lab. "Where are we going?" I ask Hopper, he shakes his head and ignores me, continuing to drive where ever we are going. What the hell happened in that lab?

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin x reader #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie x reader

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A scene from a very OOC/bad end AU that’s been stuck in my head recently. Just wanted to write something out to vent for a bit. Inspired by this fic (and if you know who I ship my F!MC with then you know whose part I was inspired by RIP 🙃)

Content warnings: past relationship, infidelity, single parenting

“Here’s your usual, Alice! All packed and ready to go.”

“Thanks Mister Sanders!”

“Anytime, kiddo. I see your folks are out with you today. Is your grandma not feeling well?”

“She’s doing alright! Dad just thought she could use some peace and quiet for once.”

“Glad to hear that. Now you take care on your way home, okay?”

Across the bustling town square, Lucifer observed the exchange with a thoughtful hum. “Her portions have gotten bigger. Have you been eating?”

“Yes, of course. Simeon always makes sure we have enough delivered to last a month.”

“That’s good. Are you feeling alright? We can find some shade to sit in if you want.”

“…No, I think I could use some more sun.”

“Very well.”

Lucifer offered Kirana his arm and continued to escort her around for the rest of the morning. His free hand carried the extra groceries picked up by the young girl happily running errands on their behalf.

When it was time for lunch, the three returned to a little cottage on the outskirts of town. Alice rushed upstairs to wash up, leaving them to prepare food.

“Thank you for accompanying us today. You can let go now.”

Lucifer released Kirana’s arm and started putting away the groceries, already familiar with where she kept everything in the kitchen.

Kirana smiled sadly. “Lucifer. Let go.”

A pause, and the demon sighed before allowing the glamor to fall away. Smooth skin became wrinkled, black hair faded to grey; when Lucifer finally turned around, a much older woman was standing in Kirana’s place.

“It’s okay. It was nice while it lasted.” She moved to pull out a few pots and pans. “Will you be staying for lunch?”

“I’m afraid not. Lord Diavolo needs me for several engagements.”

“Pity. Another time then.”

With a kiss to her cheek and a farewell hug, Lucifer teleported away.

“Mum, can Mister Lucifer be Dad?”

Kirana went still before carefully setting down her cutlery. “Alice, why—”

“I know he’s actually my uncle, but if my real dad doesn’t want me, then I don’t want him back!” The girl declared, crossing her arms with a huff.

“Sweetheart, you know he doesn’t know about—”

“I don’t care! He didn’t want you either, or any of them, so stop sticking up for him!”

It was the truth, but it never stopped hurting after all these years. To this day, Kirana still wondered where she’d gone wrong, wondered what she could’ve done differently. She didn’t regret having Alice, but there were times she wished she had someone by her side to help raise her daughter. Alice deserved more than just a heartbroken mother who couldn’t move on from the past.

“Mum? Mum, I’m sorry, please don’t cry…” Alice scrambled off her chair, green eyes bright with worry as she crawled onto Kirana’s lap and hugged her tight.

Kirana sighed and hugged her back, mentally chiding herself for wallowing in misery again. The fact that she survived delivering Alice into the world was a sign, according to Simeon and Lucifer. It meant that her fight wasn’t over, that she still had a role to play in the grand scheme of things. And despite losing her youth and magic in the process, Kirana wouldn’t trade her daughter for anything.

“Why don’t you ask Lucifer the next time he visits, hm?” Kirana acquiesced. Regardless of how she felt about the Avatar of Pride, her daughter needed a father. Alice was her world, and there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me oc

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Villareal Household: Chapter 4, Part 2

More Villareal drama, Devin is an actress after all. The newborns are home but things start to get rocky for Luna when she has trouble producing milk. Devin does her best to be supportive and their families visit for Harvestfest. At the end the boys become infants.

Context: The magic of game code allowed my two female sims to have biological twins. Again gameplay in this part would not be possible without the Child Birth Mod by PandaSama, specifically the lactation for Luna.

Saturday evening and we're all back home. Rilian is in the left bassinet in a blue onesie. Alfred is on the right in a green onesie. Both were lovingly knitted by nonna Calista. The skintones are throwing me off a bit, they don't seem to match either parent. Hopefully this changes on age up.

Luna's milk production doesn't seem to have started yet so she takes a cookie meant to help lactation before her nap. Devin finishes her nap and is delighted to find it wasn't all a dream, her sons are here. She calls Callista to tell her, and confirm they will still host Harvestfest tomorrow

Devin: I hope I didn't wake you

Luna: I needed to eat, why is my milk not coming in?

Devin: Amore every woman is different

Luna: I'll try pumping, hopefully I'll get something

Devin: Well hello Rilian. Come here, mama will feed you some nice formula while mummy works on her milk

Luna: *sighs sadly*

Devin: Hi there Alfred. Do you want some yummy formula huh

Luna: Nothing from that one, I'll try the other side

Devin: We can have formula in the meantime, can't we boys

Rilian: *wails*

Luna: It's my fault, he's hungry

Devin: Lu I just fed him, he can't be hungry

Luna: *sadly* mummy is trying

Luna: I don't know what I'm doing wrong

Devin: You're not doing anything wrong, Rilian just inherited my drama skills

Luna: I feel bad

Devin: Lu they'll survive if you can't produce milk

Luna: But they said breast is best

Devin: They also said leeches were an infallible cure

Luna: How do you know that word

Devin: TV

Luna: I'll have another cookie and try again

Devin: Just remember, they wouldn't make baby formula if it wasn't safe for babies to have

Luna tries again. She doesn't mind having a small chest but worries that's part of the problem with her milk supply.

Luna: SCHATZ! I got some

Devin: Well done Lu

Rilian: *Wails*

Devin: OMW I know you're not hungry yet

Luna: I'll give him some cuddles. Hey buddy, mummy is here

Rilian: *sniffs*

Luna: Next feed you'll have real milk, I promise. And so will you Alfred

Alfred: *blinks*

Luna: They're so perfect

And far too soon

Rilian: *wails*

Devin: Yep, you're hungry, got it

Luna: I'll try get some more milk

Devin: Are you sure you don't want to feed them

Luna: You do it, I need to try get our stock up

Devin: Lu you're not failing as a mum if you can't get breast milk

Luna: I wish it felt like that

Devin: How can I help

Luna: Keep buying the cookies

Devin: Lu-

Luna: I just want to try for a bit longer, please

Devin: You're the boss of your body, but they'll love you whether you're feeding them milk or formula, I promise

Luna scoops up each boy before heading back to bed, waiting on her milk.

Harvestfest is here! When Devin wakes up Luna is already busy trying to pump so she decides to take care of the morning chores. Sleep seems to have done Luna good and she's able to get two bottles ready for when her sons wake up.

After appeasing a gnome Devin thinks she can fit in a run before the boys wake up. Like normal she streams it to keep her fame up.

Paparazzi: Mrs Villareal! How are your babies? Can you confirm names

Devin: Good morning Ali. No comment

Ali: Understood

Devin: Have a good Harvestfest Ali

Ali: You to

Luna appeases the other gnomes and gets stuck into her gardening. She enjoys looking after the plants, especially her flowers harvested from the romance festival. It's so much easier to weed now that she doesn't have a bowling ball belly. Hopefully the gnomes will bring new seeds.

Luna tells Devin she's happy gardening so Devin does the next feed.

Devin: Can you taste a difference Alfred? Mummy worked extra hard on this for you

Rilian: *wails*

Devin: Yes she got some for you to caro

After a few extra cuddles Devin goes to practice the lines for her next gig tomorrow night.

Luna: Three, four- how many do we need

Devin: Uh my parents, my siblings, Deanna will probably bring Paris, your brothers, and your sister in law, oh and us, 11, may as well do the whole table

Rilian: *wails*

Luna: Sounds like a, change me now cry, I got him

*Doorbell*

Devin: I'll get that

Devin: Come and eat! Joey made this meal for us earlier

Joey: Because I'm the best brother

Kelly: And you wonder why I'm evil

Aaron: Where's Luna

Devin: Diaper emergency

Calista: I remember those

Paris: How are the- bambinos? Is that the right word

Deanna: *nods*

Devin: They're so small but lovely

Luna: They have Devin's eyes

Aaron: The hero returns

Joey: I knew you could push them out

Devin: She was amazing, it was such hard work

Hugo: Hard work sounds like my sister

Luna: I've missed you

Hugo: Sorry, work's hectic

Luna: Where's Max

Hugo: Where do you think, eating inside with Miriam

Hugo: Anything you need me to do

Luna: Can you produce milk

Hugo: Nope

Calista: Are you having trouble

Luna: I shouldn't complain really

Aaron: You should complain. When we had our kids I always told Calista-

Calista: Tell me everything even if I can't help

Hugo: I'll take these dishes

Luna: Thanks

Luna: I only get milk about half the time

Calista: Don't believe those blogger mums, substituting with formula is fine

Aaron: Joey got mostly formula

Joey: And I'm a genius remember

Luna: Think you'll have kids Miriam?

Miriam: Why would I want to be pregnant, looks shit

Devin: Ma, pa, you ready

Calista: We're coming

Devin: This is Alfred, he was born first. Alfred this is your nonna

Calista: Hello bambino

Luna: Then we have Rilian. Rilian this is your nonno

Aaron: Deanna and Kelly are pretty pale but these two might have them beat

Luna: We'll see when they're infants

Once everyone has left it's time. Luna and Devin get in position and manage to start the age up on the boys at the same time. Will I ever get sick of this animation? No, no I will not.

They're looking pretty identical. Quick makeover. Alfred is on the left. Since he had a green shirt on, green is his first favourite colour. He'll also have green socks for identification. Rilian had a yellow shirt so yellow will be his colour. He has blue socks for identification.

Alfred rolled the sensitive trait while Rilian rolled the cautious trait. Both boys have already unlocked their first smile milestone, smiling at their parents as soon as they aged up. First things first, some tummy time. The boys have to learn how to work their necks.

Alfred: *cries*

Devin: I feel so bad

Luna: Please stop crying boys

Devin: Mama is right here caro

Rilian: *lifts head*

Luna: Well done baby

Devin: Did you hear that Alfred. Don't you want to learn like your brother

Alfred: *lifts head*

Devin: Thank you, see you survived

Luna: We better get them down

Rilian sleeps easy enough but he gets sad about being put down. Turns out he has the Loves Being Held quirk. Alfred has more trouble. He has the Gassy quirk which makes his poor tummy sore. He also has the Frequently Hiccups quirk. Luckily Devin soothes him to sleep and kisses Rilian goodnight.

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#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #Rotation7 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #VillarealHousehold #RilianVillareal #DevinVillareal #AlfredVillareal #LunaVillareal #JoeyYork #KellyYork #AaronYork #CalistaYork #ParisPearl #DeannaYork #R0707

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