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𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

Lilia Vanrouge and Silver - Sleeping Beauty Sleeps On

Silver, Age 3 - Many Years Ago…

Life in the woods was a peaceful life, quiet and happy for what seemed like everyday for Lilia and his precious son. Everyday was practically filled with sunshine, laughter, and endless smiles from his beautiful little boy. Nothing could ever go wrong- or at least that is what Lilia thought, after all, how could one simply slip past him and his watchful eyes and incredible senses? Certainly no one would dare enter his territory without expecting severe consequences for their actions. He was a father, naturally he was on high alert for his toddler’s safety.

Though, nothing could ever have prepared him for the fright that was to unfold before his eyes…

As he stood at the kitchen counter preparing himself some tea, Silver played happily on the rug by the fireplace still happily in his night clothes looking cozy that chilly February morning. Lilia was in no rush, it was to be a slow day with snow and light winter weather so he had no need to quickly change Silver to his day clothes and prep the child for the outdoors, for now it was more than alright to keep the little one indoors all cozy by the fire.

Silver was an energetic boy, always happy to wake up and greet the day and be the most sunshine filled child Lilia had ever seen. He was normally a ball of energy, little sleepiness inside him, other than at nap time or bedtime- however, that was about to change and Lilia’s whole world was about to shatter.

The child hummed a small tune he heard many a time from his father’s lullabies as he coloured, Lilia smiled, only turning away for a second to pour the kettle until silence was all he heard… then a thud. A loud thud.

Lilia froze, blood running colder than the winter air outside the cottage, the old fae turned around to see his once happy toddler now laying on the ground still… deadly still. He wasted no time in running to his fallen child, praying to any devine being above that his baby was alright.

“Silver?! SILVER?! ANSWER ME!” Lilia yelled frantically as he checked the child over for a pulse- there was a pulse and some small, deep breaths… he was alive but asleep… how? Silver showed no signs of sleepiness before… “SILVER?! SILVER?!” WAKE UP, CHILD!”

No response… only a sleepy exhale and a twitch from the sleeping boy. Lilia panicked, what could have caused this? How could his very awake child suddenly pass out without warning? Silver was just fed his breakfast, no possible way it could have been from lack of food and low blood sugar levels- was it exhaustion? No, it could not be that either… Silver slept as soundly as ever that night, no waking up from a nightmare or an accident, no cries or anything of the sort.

A small yawn left the boy’s lips as he stretched adorably from his sleep, waking up slowly and opening his aurora eyes to greet his frightened father who had tears in his eyes.

“Hmm…? Papa? Papa, what’s wrong? You okay?” The tiny boy asks sleepily, reaching up to lovingly pat his father’s face with his tiny hand. “You okay now, I’m here.”

Lilia could not hold back, he embraced his still sleepy child and held him tightly to his frame. In all his many years of life and experiences of the horrors of war and suffering he had never been more frightened in his life. The sight of his own son, his baby, on the floor appearing as if he were kissed by death itself sent him into a fearful state he had never experienced before.

“My baby… I thought I lost you… oh my baby, my baby boy… you frightened this old man so.” Lilia felt a tear escape his eye, he carefully picked up his son and walked to their favourite rocking chair by the fireplace.

“But- but I’m okay… I sleepy though…” Silver yawned. “Dunno why I’m so sleepy, papa… wanna take a nap now…”

Lilia could not help but crack a smile at his little one’s remark and his adorable sleepy whine. “Alright, just a short nap, alright? Then it’s straight to the doctors office, young man. You cannot be frightening papa here, I love you too much.”

Silver giggled sleepily and then fell right to sleep with his head resting on his father’s heart. The elder fae only held his son closer, trying not to break down in tears again. For the first time ever he feared his child sleeping, what if he never awakened from his slumber? What if he…

No, no, he must not think such awful scenarios. His baby was fine, he was fast asleep cradled in his arms where he should be.

“Great Sevens above, please do not take my child from me… do not take my baby… anything but my baby…”

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Silver, Age 17 - Present Day…

Classes finished that crisp fall evening and all students were ready for a restful Friday night after a week of hard work and dedication. Midterms were over and everyone was finally feeling the need to unwind and relax. In Diasomnia, many of the boys were finding the time to watch television and keep up with their favourite series, read, learn a new card game, or simply try their hardest not to get food poisoning from a certain Vice Housewarden…

Malleus and Sebek were learning to play a new board game in the lounge when Silver sleepily walked past them and up the staircase to his bedroom. New book in hand, he wanted to attempt to get some much needed reading done before classes started back up on Monday morning. He loved to read, and it just so happened that the literature planned for history was a beloved tale from the Briar Valley about the Sleeping Princess and the Knightly Prince. This was a story he knew well, after all, his father or Malleus would read it to him before bed. The story of true love awakening a fair princess made his heart soar and a soft blush appear on his face.

‘I’m oddly sleepy again…’ the silver haired boy sighed to himself. ‘I just have to try and keep myself awake for as long as possible so I can try and get ahead of the upcoming assignments…’

The sleepiness was definitely not going away. Not anytime soon that is.

Silver opened the bedroom door and sat at his desk, book in hand and began to read….

3… 2…1…. Out comes the snores.

Nope! Not now! Silver jolted himself awake and shook his head like a puppy who got itself wet. He placed the book face down and patted his face a bit in an attempt to keep awake- though, he knew it would probably not get him very far it was still worth a shot. Silver sighed and closed the book, there was no way he would get anywhere near his goal with this drowsy spell so he pulled out his worksheets for Crewel’s class and started to work on those instead.

‘Perhaps the story is making me sleepier because it used to be my bedtime story as a child… hmm, yeah, that must be it. Bedtime stories would make anyone… sleepy… Zzzzzz…’

Silver slumped forward and began to drift off into a deep sleep, much deeper than one of his regular naps. His arm lay limp above where his head rested and his other arm as a pillow. He was still, too still… his breathing slowed and his body became heavy. Sleep had claimed him once more, earning yet another victory over Silver.

Silver began to enter the dream world, stepping fully away from the world outside his closed eyes and into a world where anything was possible, even the impossible was possible. Perhaps even in the dream world his father would become a better cook, he wondered many a times in his dreams.

Soon enough, that very father appeared in his bedroom with a suspicious bowl of what he called mushroom risotto, smiling happily at treating his handsome son to a healthy and nutritious dinner.

“Silver! I made your favourite! Mushroom Risotto~ with some add-ins of course~! Very nutritious!” Lilia paused, his eyes falling onto the slumped over figure of his son laying at his desk, homework scattered under him.

“Oh dear, asleep again? Wakey wakey, sleepyhead! Time to eat~!”

No response… once more his son lay before him unresponsive and still, deathly still…

“Nothing hm? Still.. why.. why am I…?” Lilia began to tremble violently, his breath gasping, he reached a trembling hand forward towards his son but nothing- he could not touch him. He froze in his place.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths… calm down… this is not the first time this has happened. Why on earth am I shaking?” The ancient fae began to take deep breaths, trying his hardest not to hyperventilate, he had to remain strong for his son, for Silver…

“That’s right… this is not the first time this has happened. I must check his- no… it’s not the…”

Lilia’s panics ceased at the sound of a sleepy whine and a shuffle coming from the boy, Silver was waking up.

Oh thank the sevens! His boy was alive!

“Hmm…? How long was I… out…?” Silver stared into his father’s now fear filled eyes, concern now flooded through him, perhaps something happened when he was asleep?

Lilia leaped forward, tackling Silver into a tight hug, a hug he could feel his father trembling.

“I’m okay, father… we are okay…”

Lilia shook his head, sighing softly, “No, no we are most certainly not! You frightened me terribly again, young man! Once more I think it’s time I drag you to the doctor to make sure you are really alright… but before that I made you dinner~ best eat up now, dear!”

Silver eyed the bowl of suspicious mushroom risotto and then to his father nodding. Oh how he prayed that he would survive this round of culinary war crimes- and by the looks of the mushrooms in the dish he was thankful to be going to the doctors soon after.

“I asked that lovely young man in Octavinelle for some of his home grown mushrooms, he seemed so happy to share his lovely little fungi with me~ kufufufufu~!”

Oh great sevens above… help him survive this…

“T-thank you, father…”

“Of course! Oh and that reminds me, I will be spending the night here with you~ I cannot leave my baby after he scared the absolute crap out of me! So I’ll be here all night~! Lullabies included, dear~!”

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faioula16 · 2 years

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You could do a one-shot about how Sebastian would help us if we ask him to eliminate someone who hurt us before and then he ends up comforting us in our bed? And who knows, maybe a smut will follow? 🖤

I put so much effort into this One shot for everyone to enjoy. Hope you like it and feel free to ask for a request again~.

Warnings: A bit of angst and smut, that means sexual contact. And also...lots and lots, and plenty more of pure FLUFF!!!!!!!

You're my everything

Finally, after a very long day of work, you sat over the edge of your and Sebastian's shared king-size bed. At this time, your beloved demon butler was preparing his master for his bedtime before he could excuse himself and retire for the rest of the night.

It was raining outside, fortunately, stormy weather accompanied by the sound of thunder and the sight of lighting wasn't disturbing to you at all. This kind of weather is very relaxing in your opinion to say the very least.

Just as you were about to start undressing so you could change into fresh nightclothes Sebastian set out for you, however, you stopped in your actions right there as memories that had been haunting you for years crossed your mind one right after the other just as fast as the lightning flashes appeared and disappeared through the windows of the room.

Your stepfather was one of the most horrible, cruel, and ruthless people you had ever met. A pathetic alcoholic shit who was taking advantage of your mother's money and her absence because of her job so he could freely insult and torture you endlessly just for the sake of his own sadistic and perverted entertainment. You could still feel the toxic pain from the whipping and lighting cigars against your skin as if it were happening right now. Most of the bruises, burn marks, and wounds had faded away due to the number of years that had passed since those awful memories had taken place. But some deep scratches remained over the skin of your back, a reminder of what you've been through and that you managed to escape and run away, being forced to leave your mother behind after multiple tries to convince you should forget everything that happened and make a new start without her.

The decision was one of the toughest ones you have ever taken so far but you also had to respect your mother's self-sacrifice and grant her wish for you to have a promising future ahead of you.

From then and after the guilt along with nightmares were making you unable to make peace with yourself and leave and accept completely the past. Sebastian was well aware, you told him everything right after he marked you as his own and you both became mates for eternity. After you've been informed of your mother's disease, your dedicated devil offered you his assistance to dispose of the person who was responsible for your trauma and current mental suffering, but you kindly refused because you didn't want to make yourself a murderer even if it wouldn't be you to do the dirty act, at least that's what you said to yourself.

Even if the knocking from the other side of the door was soft it made you jump a bit and let out a small yelp in surprise but you sigh out in relief when you saw Sebastian entering your shared bedroom.

"Darling, is everything alright?" Sebastian closed the door behind him and with slow steps made his way to you, his one and only beloved mate. You didn’t give him a response he knelt before you and took your hands to his own, squeezing them gently to send your body a bit of comfort. “Is it the thought of your mother’s death that troubles you again my dearest?” Of course, Sebastian knew already the answer to that question. He stood up straight and sat right beside you. He let out a deep sigh and gently placed you on his lap, his white-gloved hands cupped the side of your face to make you look up at him. Half-narrowed eyes were staring down at you tenderly while his thumb was stroking the soft of your cheeks as well. “My love, I simply cannot stand the sight of you suffering any longer. Your nightmares had become more often and far worse. Is there anything I can do to help you? All you have to do is just say the word and I will do anything in my power to solve your problems at any cost” His hand leaned your head to rest against his bare chest while giving your back soft-loving rubs in circle moves.

You did hesitate at first but knew better that enough was enough. You shall not suffer anymore, there’s only one way to make peace with yourself and let go of your past. “Sebastian, there is something you can do to help me if you want it that much”

“Oh, and what that might be my little devil?” He smirked devilishly down at you. The mischief and sadistic desire seemed like a wild flame through his eyes that had turned into that bright fuchsia color tone of his.

“I hope it’s not too late to accept what you offered me a few months ago, for him to become eliminated by your own very hands. However I have one more request, I’d like you to also search the place that used to be my home. See if can find anything that belonged to my mother and bring it to me. Would that be too much trouble for you? I mean, you don’t have to grand my requests if you don’t want to, you know that very well-” You’ve been cut off once his lips joined your own in a passionate kiss.

He gave a slow lick to your bottom lip asking for the entrance to that lovely mouth of yours. Your tounges danced together with him obviously being the one in charge. “Mmmm~” Sebastian hummed in satisfaction as he broke the kiss between you and him. “I’ve told you once and I will say it again, any request of yours is a wish and any wish of yours is my command and desire to fulfill. You are my everything so the seals we share prove so” In the blink of an eye the butler has taken off both yours and his upper clothes, letting them fall to the carpet on a spot right beside the bed. Your cheeks had turned in a dark pink tone however you were still on your bra that prevented your chest from being exposed...for the moment. Sebastian took your hand and placed it in the middle of his chest where your shared seal was and with his free hand, he touched your seal that was laying upon the crock of your neck. “By the next morning, everything will be settled and you shall have your dear mother’s belongings brought to you without any failure. I promise you that, but for now...let us enjoy ourselves and have some quality time together. Would you like that kitten?” His hands made their way to your back with his slender yet skillful fingers ready to remove the fabric around your chest area.

You looked away in slight embarrassment. Oh god if you only knew how much this demon enjoys the utterly adorable blushing face of yours. “Yes, I’d like that very much” You finally confessed. You’ve been marked and had sex with Sebastian for almost a year so this won’t be your first time with him. Every time thought you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burning and your heart filling up with desire for him.

“My darling mate~” With a swift move your breasts were completely exposed. Sebastian laid your body against the soft comfortable sheets and hovered over you with blushing cheeks and a lustful expression as well. “My everything, give me your tongue, aaah...” His voice purred as he attacked your mouth for a heated make-out session, then his face leaned down and began to give sweet smoochies all over your face. Your neck followed shortly after too. “How about a hickey or two~?” He didn’t wait for you to respond when his lips began to suck on many spots of your neck, avoiding leaving any mark on your seal, he wanted that part spotless.

You moaned in pleasure each time a hickey was panted upon your sweet soft flesh.

Sebastian kissed each lovebite and then focused on each one of your breasts. Licking in circles around your nipple while his free hand was playing with your other breast. “You’re so soft and delicate my darling love~” He cooed between the sound of our moans. He ran a thumb over each hardened nipple and with the other squeezed soft flesh once again.

Your moans became even louder when he took one of your hard pink nipples into his mouth and began to suck, lick and kiss it with so much care. Sebastian hollows his cheeks as his wet tongue runs over it until it's all red from all of his work, he then realizes it with a lewd popping sound.

“And now the other one~” He gave your other breast the same care, your legs gave out small kicks from the amount of pleasure Sebastian was giving you. His face lowered to your stomach. “Oh, would you look at that, I already reached down to your belly area, let me show you once more how much I love to treat you here, won’t you dear?” His hands held into yours with your fingers linking together.

“S-Sebastian!” You almost shouted when the devil began to kiss you all over your belly and sides. You squeezed into his hands tightly when you felt his lips leaving tiny kisses up and down your thighs just to tease you a bit.

He slowly removed the rest of your clothes and underwear. The devil chuckled to himself and licked his lips at the sight of your beautiful flower that was so close to his face. “Now then spread your legs kitten and give your Sebastian a good meal to feast upon” He let go of your hands and separated your thighs gently. His one palm pushed firmly down to the skin area where your vagina was while his other hand was brought underneath you and cupped your buttcheek. He blows cold air over your swollen pussy and lowers his mouth to your core.

“Bon appetit” His tongue gives a long slick lick up to your slit only to have it curl around your clit. You flinch out and let out a heavy moan as your body responds to your lover's actions. He continues working his mouth lapping on your sweet-delicious juices. “Delicious, flavor no one else can give me but you, my precious mate. You’re so generous giving out so much nectar for me to enjoy~” His other hand used to push down the skin under your belly now grabs your other buttcheek as well. Urging you steadily thrust into his mouth while he licks and kisses your clit. His tongue stings into your vagina’s hole and uses your butt to help your body thrust a bit faster. Your head leans back and your whole body trembles in pure pleasure until you finally reach the point to cum right into Sebastian’s mouth. “SEBASTIAAAAN!”

“Mmmm, my you’re so good~” Your lover manages to murmur with his mouth still full of your pussy, he sucks softly while shallowing with greed all the cum, not allowing even a drop to be wasted.

It’s a good thing your shared bedroom had the best soundproofing Sebastian could adjust to the room’s walls. You were unable to be seen either because the windows had tined glass protection. Only the best for you darling.

Finally, his mouth has been removed from your womanhood, he sat on both knees with his upper body slowly rising to get a better look at you. Half-lidden eyes looked down at your panting form in a loving manner. His hand reached out to caress some stray hair off your pretty face. His body hovered upon yours once again and pulled you in for a warm embrace. “Kitten, are you sure we can continue?” He whispered smoothly to your ear while having you wrapped up in his arms.

“Yes, I’d like you to show me more love. I really need it, I need you Sebastian” You explained calmly, you were a blushing mess yet here you were asking your lover to show you more of the adoration he feels for you and only you. Your hand uses the back of his head to pull his face closer to yours. Noses touching each other as your hot breathing sends warm-soft waves to each other faces.

He doesn’t break eye contact with you not even for a moment. “My love” The devil whispers happily and slowly joins his lips with yours. Still kissing you passionately his one arm moves down for his finger to smooth across the head of his cock giving it the necessary preparation while he stares at you with so much affection and adoration.

You were so lost in his eyes that you didn’t notice he put a slender-long finger in his mouth just for a few seconds to cover it with his hot slicking saliva. “Ahh!” You gasped when his wet finger entered suddenly your vagina hole.

Sebastian chuckled at your adorable reaction. “Oh my, you didn’t believe I would enter you without warming you up a little, now did you, my dear?” A whine escapes from your lips and Sebastian laughs softly in response, easing his finger inside you in and out with gentle thrusts as he curls it slowly.

His eyes closed and a genuine smile slowly appeared across his face while hearing your sweet moans and whines. “You’re so wet yet you remain too tight for me to enter without causing you any pain. I guess we have to work a little longer before I can get inside you. Meanwhile, I will enjoy pleasing you” Stronger orgasm washes all over you as you see lighting spots right above you. The demon pulls out his finger from you and the next thing you hear is the falling sound of his pants and shoes along with his belt being unbuckled. “I will be gentle to my little devil, like always” He commented softly before he attacked his mouth with yours while his dick is slowly sliding inch by inch inside you as you scratch his back and your whimpers get muffed by him kissing you endlessly.

Your vagina gets accustomed to the stretch of his dick rather quickly and that convinced Sebastian to finally start pushing himself in and out while groaning loudly. Hot breaths hit your neck as he buries his face between it and your shoulder. Your legs wrap around his waist by instinct and push his spine as a request to thrust deeper inside you and so he does. Yours and his moans mixed well in harmony. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge until you couldn’t handle the amount of pleasure anymore that made you cum and your demon lover a few seconds later as had already pulled his dick out from you and let his it shoot the pure white sperm all over your stomach and breasts. “Oh my, how foolish of me to make such a mess on you~” He purred and let out a naughty chuckle. “Now now, come here you” Your demon whispered and took you in his arms with your head resting on his shoulder. “Let us take a bath together, shall we? You poor dear I exhausted you so much~” Sebastian purred sweetly and caressed the back of your head before he opened the extra door the room had that led to your bathroom.

In a matter of minutes, the demon placed himself into the tub filled with hot steamy water and fresh rose petals with you sitting on his lap with your back resting upon his bare chest. “Ahhh...~” He let out a pleasant sigh and wrapped his arms around your body. “Isn’t it better now kitten? After such a good sex session, we had now all the stress and tension escaped from you. And what better than a hot bath to give you the final relaxation you were lacking after such a hard day~?” He gave your forehead a long sweet kiss before he started washing your body with shampoo and water. “There you go, that’s a good girl... let everything go and relax in my care”

You let out a big yaw that made your demon chuckle to himself and give your mouth a bunch of tender smoochies to wake you up a little.

“Don’t sleep here my darling kitten it’s not proper for a lady like yourself to do so” Sebastian spoke in an amused tone while he washed off what remained from his white juice off your belly, chest, and pussy with careful moves.

“It’s your fault to make me feel that relaxed” You commented back in a rather sassy tone.

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at your sassiness and gift you with kisses all over your face. “Maybe you’re right. Now if you will, close your eyes for me” Once you did as he said his slender fingers began to rub through your hair. After the bath, he dressed both of you into your night clothes but excused himself for a moment and exited the bathroom before you.

“You may come out now my love” He called out for you after some minutes. You exited the bathroom and saw a freshly made bed with your favorite fluffy blankets and right beside the bed a wheeled table with your dinner meal. “Come here my mate” He led you over to the bed and laid you with your back facing the big fluffy pillows. After he fed you the delicious meal he had prepared he tucked you both under the warm-soft blankets. But this time he let himself lay upon you with his head over your chest. You hugged him as if you were hugging a child. “I love you so much my kitten” He kissed your lips softly. “Mmmm, my everything~” He kissed you some more and lay right beside you with your bodies facing each other. He used one hand to bury your head in his chest and watched as your breathing slowed down and fell asleep in your dedicated demon's arms.

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strangernstranger · 2 years

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Take You Home | Part Three

Eddie X Fem Reader Summary: When Eddie realized you had left for Jason's party, he knew he had to come find you. Realizing how unsafe you were in that environment, he had to get you out of there. Knowing your parents would freak if they found out you had been drinking, Eddie convinces you to come stay with him. But something has changed in the dynamic between you and your friend, Eddie. (Last part! Mentions of alcohol, drug use and slight sexual tension, but no smut, just fluff.)

“Alright, I’m gonna run in, pay for gas and get you something to eat. You sure you’re okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Promise.”

“….I mean it, y/n! You better not puke in my van!”

“I said I won’t!” You yelled back, trying the push him out the driver side door. Your hand slapped against the leather of his jacket, but you could barely move him. He nearly laughed in your face over the sad attempt. You couldn’t help but smile back.

You watched as he walked up to the gas station convenient store, Head Over Hill by Tears For Fears playing over their loudspeaker. He stopping to talk to a guy you recognized as a former Hawkins student. Someone Eddie should’ve graduated with. You really felt bad over what you said in the woods. Eddie always joked about his grades, you didn’t see it as a big deal at the time. But even after that, he drove all over town to find you and was even nice enough to invite you to stay with him. You thought about what might be going down if you would’ve stayed at the party. If Eddie wouldn’t have shown up while Andy was trying to put the moves on you. In that moment, he really was your knight in shining armor. You were unbelievably thankful. You continued to watch him, his contagious smile breaming while he chatted with the other man. You drew a little heart around him through the condensation on the window. The lights of the station were extremely bright. So bright they stung your tired eyes. You thought you might rest them for a minute.

Eddie came back out with the goods. He wasn’t sure what kind of snacks you liked, so he bought a bunch of different stuff. He figured whatever you didn’t like, he could eat. He secretly hoped you didn’t like Snickers Bars. As he reproached the van, he could see you slumped against the passenger side window. A little heart drawn over your head. If he had a camera, he would’ve taken a picture. It seemed like the kind of thing boyfriends would keep in their wallets. Not that he was your boyfriend or anything…

He gassed up the van and quietly climbed back inside. You didn’t stir. Initially, he was excited to show you everything he had bought but he figured that could wait. He took a second to admire you before leaving. Your hand curled into a ball, resting against your cheek. Your tired little sighs as you slept through the alcohol. He didn’t want to wake you. You just looked so peaceful. Instead he let you sleep the entire way home. Besides, he still thought there was a chance you might throw up and he didn’t want to risk it.

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You jolted awake with the clunk of the passenger door swinging open, nearly sending you to the dirty ground.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart.” Eddie’s brilliant smile almost felt mocking in your grogginess.

“What time is it?” You asked through a yawn, pulling your jacket closer to your body to combat the bitter chill.

Eddie checked his watch. “IIIIt’s about a quarter past one.”

“How are you still this chipper? Are you like a vampire or something?” You sat up in the seat, your head dropping slightly, still weaning from the alcohol. Very gentlemanly, Eddie offered his hand to help you down from the van. The links of his chain bracelet clinking together as he hoisted you up. You could smell his cologne. It smelled cheap, but it was wonderful.

“Something.” He retorted with a wild-eyed expression. “Oh come on, don’t tell me it’s past your bedtime? I thought you were a real party girl!” Not a hint of amusement could be found on your face, yet he still laughed. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.”

You’d never been to Eddie’s place, but he’d told you about it before. About how he lives with his uncle, Wayne and how he always worked nights. While the trailer was small, it was cozy. The warm, yellow lighting inside helped you to shake off the cold.

“So, this is Munson Manor.” He feigned enthusiasm, raising his arms as he displayed the interior of the home. It wasn’t as bad as Eddie had made it sound. It was small but comforting with the various knickknacks adorning the walls and modest furnishings. You followed Eddie to his room, taking notice of a photo of him and Wayne which hung in the tiny hall. It must’ve been taken before you knew him. Before he really found his metal-head style he’s so well known for now. Eddie had a buzz cut? You wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t have seen it for yourself. He was smiling ear to ear. All baby face and dimples. He looked like a complete dork. It made you smile on the inside. Eddie stood in front of the door at the end of the short hall, pausing before allowing you entry.

“Feel free to make yourself comfortable…Um, it’s not clean, aaaaaand……j-just don’t open any of my drawers. Kay?” You giggled a little but quickly realized he was being serious. You chose not to question it. If you did, it might scar you. Eddie’s room was a bit of a mess. The bed, unmade. An ashtray full of cigarette butts sat on the desk next to his dnd figures. Fantasy books and magazines were haphazardly stacked next to his bedside. As your eyes scanned the posters on the walls, you noticed a pair of handcuffs hanging by the door. “Those uhhh” Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face. “I got those um….they’re-they’re a joke.” He peaked at you nervously through his bangs.

“Yea…definitely not looking into any drawers.” You sat down on the mattress, still taking in your surroundings. Eddie stood in the doorway. He was eyeing you up and down, his ringed hand perch on the door frame. Your heartbeat quickened, watching as he sized you up.

“Wha-What are you doing?” You gulped, your checks starting to flush.

“….I was trying to think If I had anything that would fit you.” He scratched at his chin. “I just assumed you didn’t want to sleep in the dress.”

“Oh, yea- no, that would be great.” You breathed a laugh. Jesus Christ. You had completely read that the wrong way.

“You okay, y/n? You’re not feeling sick again, are you?”

“No! No, I’m fine! Can I get a bottle of water or something?” He must’ve noticed the heat that built in your cheeks while his big, brown eyes were searching you. What was going on? Why were you suddenly so effect by them? Why did you feel sorta disappointed in his answer? You watched him disappear into the hall. You sucked in a large breath to pull yourself together.

“No bottles. I hope tap is okay. I also grabbed you this.” He waltzed back into the room, shaking a little, white bottle of pills with a smile.

“Are you nuts!? I’m not doing drugs, Eddie!”

“Will you calm the fuck down? It’s Tylenol, Mary Sue. You ever been hungover before?”

“No?”

“You’re gonna have a hell of a time in the morning.” He chuckled darkly at your misfortune. “You’re gonna thank me for these come tomorrow.” He sat the medicine and water on the nightstand and threw you the clothes he carried under his arm. “…Have you ever been drunk? Like, before tonight?”

You felt embarrassed admitting it was the first time for you. It seemed like everyone else your age had already passed that milestone.

Eddie clicked his tongue at you, shaking his head. “Y’know when you made that comment earlier about getting trashed at Jason’s house, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“You’re the one who told me to get a life! To do something fun!” You scolded.

“Yea, and that’s still not what I meant.” His tone was serious. “I’m gonna go shower and let you be mad.” Saying the last part under his breath.

“Eddie, wait!” You stopped him dead in his tracks. You unfolded the laundry he gave you “These are boxers!” You held up a pair blue, checked, loose fitting boxers.

“Yea? So? They looked like they’d fit.” He shrugged, the motion scrunching his messy curls towards his face.

“They’re underwear, Eddie!”

“So! Just wear them over your panties! I don’t see the big deal. It’s not like they’re dirty. I just got them out of the laundry.” You couldn’t believe you were about to put on a pair of Eddie Munson’s underwear. As if your night wasn’t weird enough already. “Can I go shower now?” He was more than ready for the conversation to be over. You waved him out of the room dismissively. You needed the privacy to change anyway. You kicked off your boots and stood up from the bed. You pulled the zipper at the side of your dress. It snagged halfway down. Damnit. You continued to struggle but it just wouldn’t cooperate. As much as you didn’t want to, you finally admitted defeat and swallowed your pride.

“Hey, Eddie? Could you come in here for a sec?”

“Jesus H Christ, y/n! What now?” He was expecting another complaint to be thrown his way. You must have caught him in the middle of changing as well. He stomped back into the room shirtless. His tattoos on full display. His jeans riding low on his hips. Don’t stare. Don’t stare.

“My zipper is stuck. Can you help me?” You asked meekly. You tried to avoid eye contact. You were certain if you didn’t, your complexion would sell you out again. He pulled at the knees of his jeans before kneeling at your side. You stole glances at his back and shoulder muscles while he examined the problem.

“Some of the fabric is caught.” He pinched the dress around the zipper and tried to pull it loose but to no avail.

“Think you can get it?”

“Maybe? I’m worried I’ll rip it.”

“It’s fine, I’ll probably never wear it again any way.”

“Why?” Those big, doe eyes shot up at you, sending a shock wave through your body. “I mean- it’s a nice dress.” He tried to downplay his reaction.

“It just feels like a bit too much for me.”

“You sell yourself short, y/n.” He shook his head at your modest nature. It wasn’t the first time he was perplexed by your lack of confidence. “Alright, now hold still. I’m gonna yank it.” He gave you a count. You rested your hand on the top of his head for support, feeling how soft his hair really was. “1,2-“ Eddie gave it one hard pull and all at once the zipper gave way, subtly exposing you to him through the open slit on the side. He could see the lace of your bra. His eyes wandering down your side to the curve of your hip. But it still wasn’t a hungry look. It was something else. Appreciation? Admiring? He climbed back up from his knees, slightly out of breath from the force it took to budge the zipper loose. “There! Didn’t rip!” He stood there proudly in a huff….then continued to stand there.

“Um, Eddie? Privacy?” You hummed, breaking him free of whatever trance he was in.

“Right! Sorry!”

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The tiny bathroom had a tendency to heat up pretty quick with the steam of the shower. Eddie left the door open to allow better airflow. The clean, masculine scent of his body wash wafted into the bedroom. You could hear the water rushing off his body and onto the shower floor. The bathroom was just adjacent from where you waited. If you craned your neck a little, you could probably sneak a peak, but you would never. A small part of you was curious though… Where the fuck is my mind? That’s so wrong. STOP. You tried to shake it off. You needed a distraction. You decided to shuffle through some of the reading material at the side of his bed. You came across an issue of Heavy Metal magazine. A woman’s bare backside, illustrated in graphic detail on the cover.

Eddie walked back into the room, scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel. This time completely clothed. His bare chest now covered by a Slayer t-shirt, riddled with holes at the bottom hem.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?” He was mortified to see you skimming through said magazine. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity to embarrass him. He rushed over to the bed, trying to steal the magazine out of your hands.

“Wait! I’m not done yet! I’m just getting to the good part!” You teased. For once, Eddie was at the other end of the torment. “There’s some interesting illustrations in here, Munson. I mean, WOW.” He threw the towel on the floor and nearly climbed on top of you to wrestle the comic from your grip. You flipped over on your stomach in the struggle, slipping the pages right from Eddie’s feeble grasp. “Her breasts heaved as she-“

“OKAY OKAY OKAY!” He finally ripped the magazine from your hands and shot up from the bed. “IT’S A GOOD READ!” His face was turning red. You couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or highly irritated. Could’ve been both. He turned his back to you, shaking his head. You reveled in the moment. He tucked the magazine away in a drawer and reached for his black box. His stash box. He plopped back down next to you on the bed, crisscrossing his legs on the mattress. You watched as prepped a joint. Carefully pinching the weed for the paper.

“Am I really that hard to deal with?” You asked with a sheepish smile.

“Actually, this is just part of my nightly routine. But yes. You are.” He teased. It was all the confirmation you needed to know he wasn’t ready to absolutely kill you over the magazine thing. Your odds of that felt split 50/50. Lucky for you, he took the high road. No pun intended. “At least you’re a fun drunk. A little annoying, but not entirely unpleasant to be around.” His dimples deepened as he smirked. You watched him pull the joint up to his lips, licking the paper to create a sill. Your brain hatched an impulsive idea.

“Can I try?”

“Um, try what?”

“You know…” You pointed at the joint which now sat between his lips. The lighter inches away.

“YOU. Y/N. You want to smoke weed?” He knew you hadn’t smoked before. You had the conversation one day while criticizing it’s pungent aroma in his van. You nodded your head eagerly.

“First time for everything right?” You waited to hear Eddie’s decision. He pulled the joint back, glancing between it and you a couple of times, weighing the morality of it.

“It can be a little harsh, especially if you don’t know what you’re doing.” He could immediately see the disappointment in your face, sensing what the verdict would be. He really didn’t want to tell you no. “How about this, you shotgun it. Y’know what that is?”

“No?…Can’t say I do.” You we’re very curious though.

“I’ll take a drag off it and kinda like, blow it into your mouth for you to inhale.”

“….c’mon. That’s not a thing.”

“No! It totally is! You’ll still feel it and everything, but that way it won’t burn your throat or you make you cough up a lung. But if you don’t want to, it’s fine. No pressure or anything.” It was a strange predicament but Eddie somehow made you feel secure in it.

“Alright. What do I do?” You sat up a little straighter, looking Eddie dead on as you waited for his instruction.

“Nothing really, I’ll take a puff and you breath it in. Simple. But uh…I’m gonna have to be close for it to work.” He almost didn’t want to say it. He figured it would freak you out.

“….how close?”

“Just keep your eyes closed and don’t think about it. I won’t do anything weird, I promise.” Eddie could seem a little sketchy at times, but he was a man of his word. He had never given you any reason not to trust him. You nodded an approval and closed your eyes. You sat across from each other. Legs pulled up on the bed. Your hands resting on your knees. You heard the flick of the lighter followed by the quite crackle of the joint burning as Eddie took a drag. “Open your mouth.” His voice was soft and strained as he held in the hit. You did as you were told. You could feel the tickle of wet strands of hair against your upper arm. You could smell the clean that emanated from him. Almost instinctively you opened your eyes, feeling how close he truly was. You inhaled the smoke almost in a gasp, realizing his face was merely inches from yours. “I said keep them closed!” He coughed, completely caught off guard by your eyes. You two had never been that close before. It was enough to make his heart pound in his chest.

“My bad!” You choked. “Did I make it weird?”

“Maybe a little.” He joked through a coughing fit. He regained his composure enough to take a second hit. It was necessary to shake the edge he felt after looking at you so intensely

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It didn’t take long for you to feel the effects of the weed. You weren’t completely stoned, but you were definitely high. Eddie put on some music and grabbed the bag of snacks he had bought for the two of you to indulge in while you laid beside each other in bed, blissed by the floating sensation overtaking your bodies. The world beyond Eddie’s room seized to exist. No concerns. Only enjoyment of the moment at hand.

“You doing okay over there?” Eddie asked. He was stretched out comfortably on his back, hands behind his head and ashtray resting on his chest, enjoying whatever song lilted from the Memorex. You guessed it had been a minute since you said anything.

“Yea. I’m fine.” Between the snacking and light hearted conversation, there was still something lingering at the back of your mind. “I don’t think I really thanked you for coming to Jason’s. It was dumb of me to go. I don’t know what I was thinking. But, you really saved my ass showing up like that."

“I just had this feeling y’know? It would’ve nagged at me all night if I didn’t at least go to check on you.”

“Well, I’m really glad you did. I’d probably kick myself for the rest of my life if jerky-ass Andy would’ve been my first kiss.” You breathed a laugh.

“Hold on.” Eddie rolled over to face you, bemused on what he just heard. “You’ve never been kissed before?” You sorta regretted your confession but it was too late to take it back now.

“Nope.” The weed was keeping you honest.

"Wanna barrow one of my magazines?” Eddie’s tongue pressed over his bottom lip as he teased you. “But you’re serious? Never?”

“You said it yourself…I never do anything fun.” You tried to play it off as a joke, but Eddie could see right through you. He knew you were still hung up on what was said.

“Y/n, earlier I-"

“Were totally right.” You wouldn’t meet his eyes. You kept your stare on the ceiling above you. “It’s just…since Maddy died…nothing felt right. Like what was I supposed to do? Do all the shit we used to do together, but alone? There wasn’t much fun to be had after losing her.” You finally confessed. It was as if the words fell out of you before you even had a chance to think of what was being said. Eddie knew Maddy as a student of Hawkins but not much more. Prior to his friendship to you, he would see you two together but never thought of the effect her death could’ve had on you. You kept those things concealed. You didn’t like admitting those feelings to yourself. You definitely weren’t the type to leave them with someone else.

“I am such a dick.” Eddie mentally punched himself with the realization of how callused his words must’ve felt. “I’m sorry, y/n. Really sorry. You had every right to storm off. I wasn’t thinking. I-"

“You were right.” You shook off his apology. “It’s not like I didn’t deserve it though. I made that stupid joke about your grades. I could tell it upset you. You can act like it didn’t, but I know you, Eddie.” He ran a hand through his wet mop of hair. He didn’t like how well you could read him.

“Let’s just drop it, y/n. It’s not a big deal.” He took a another hit off the joint that sat idle in the ashtray.

“I don’t get it though. You joke with Gareth about it all the time and you never seem phased.”

“It’s different with you.” He mumbled. You could tell he was uncomfortable with the conversation but you had to get to the bottom of it.

“What does that even mean? Are we not close enough for that or something? Cause I tho-" Eddie cut you off before you could finish the thought.

“Gareth is like my brother. We give each other shit all the time. But with you….” He paused, already regretting the admission he was about to make. “I just can’t handle the thought of you thinking I’m a loser.” Your heart broke hearing the words. “You’re on the fast track to being valedictorian and I’m still struggling with the same class I’ve already taken twice.” You hated hearing him down on himself. Eddie was the coolest person you knew. Maybe not in a conventional kinda way, but he was always so charismatic and fun to be around. The best part of your day was always when the two of you would sit alone together and talk. He’d explain away at his hobbies and interest or tell you stories of the wild things he did just for the hell of it. A big part of you wished you could be more like him. So completely himself no matter who was around. So unaffected by the judgment of others. How had you been the one to make him feel so insecure? “Wayne keeps pushing that I see a doctor. He thinks there’s something fucked up with my attention span, comprehension, something. And maybe there is, but I don’t need another reason to feel like a freak.” His voice was filled with bitterness aimed solely at himself. You placed your hand over his to reassure him. To hopefully make him feel your words.

“A loser? Eddie, what are you talking about? I don’t think that at all. If you would’ve told me you were struggling, you know that I-"

“No. No, I don’t want you pitying me.” He pulled his hand back as if your touch was sympathy laden and sat up away from you. Wet strands of hair clung to his face while he stared off in any direction other than yours.

“It’s not pity, Eddie!” You huffed. You hated explaining your feelings almost as much as he did. “…you’re like my best friend…only friend really. Anything I do for you, I do because I like you. Not out of pity.” You sat up in bed, forcing him to look at you. To see the absence of bullshit as you spoke. “Did you come looking for me tonight because you pity me?” You grabbed the towel he threw next to the bed and gently dried at his hair.

“Of course not! I wanted to be there in case you needed me.” He finally looked at you. It was the look of a child. Innocent and unsure of himself.

“Well it goes both ways. I have never thought of you as a loser. Never.” You reached for his hand again, holding it tightly. Not giving him the chance to pull away from you again. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, finally accepting what you say as truth.

“A part of me thought that’s why you’d always shut me down when I’d try to make plans with you.” Embarrassed, he smiled. “I’d try to get you to come to Hellfire, you’d say you had to study. I’d invite you to see my band, you’d be babysitting. It was always something. I thought...I don't know...like deep down you knew you were too good for me.” He laughed but the words struck you deep. You were glad he finally had clarity on your reasoning. “Y’know, you STILL haven’t let me finish what I was trying to say out in the woods.” He wagged his finger in your face, his blood shot eyes narrowing at you playfully.

“Oh yea? What was it? I’m a shut-in and an asshole?” You grinned.

“You’re not an asshole. But you are the most stubborn person I ever fucking met.” A genuine laugh emanating while he spoke. “I thought I’d try to use it to my advantage. I...I was trying to ask you out, y/n. Like….really ask you out. On a date.” Your eyes widened. This was a joke right? He had to be messing with you. “I just knew you were gonna shut me down again. So, I had this big idea that if I made it sound like a dare…you might actually go with me.” You threw your head back, cackling. This man was unbelievable. “I’m serious!” He laughed with you.

“Wow, that really backfired on you, huh?” You threw the towel back to the floor.

“Did it? You’re here with me now, aren’t you?” He smiled at you sincerely. His warm gaze melting away all the tension that had built between you in the past day. Before tonight, there were so many signs you had missed. The way he'd insist on taking you home after school. Just an excuse to buy a little more time with you. All his gentleman like gestures. Pulling out your chair in the cafeteria, opening doors for you. Everything down to the way he'd look at you as if he were taking mental pictures as keepsakes. You always thought that was just Eddie being Eddie. But that was Eddie only with you. He rested his hand palm up on your lap, waiting to see if you would indulge him. You softly placed you hand in his, his fingers tightly lacing between yours to the back of your hand. You watched the relief wash over him, as if he feared the feeling wasn't mutual. Eddie was your favorite person, but you never thought the two of you would end up together in any sense. You never wanted to admit you had a thing for him because in your mind, you were certain what the two of you were is what you'd always be. Good friends. He ran his thumb along the back of your hand. "While I wouldn't consider tonight a date, I can't help but feel like I stand a better chance now." His smug, know-it-all grin gave you butterflies.

"Well, I guess you don't know unless you ask."

"Oh, I'm not asking. I'm telling you. Tomorrow. I'm picking you up at eight and you're coming to see my band. We can get some pizza or something afterword...but you're going, sweetheart." He was very matter of fact. Hard to believe it took him this long to work up the nerve to say it in such a way. Your heart beat quickened, you found yourself leaning closer and closer. Eddie met your signal and attentively placed his hand on your chin, his other still entwined with yours. You closed your eyes and all at once, a full body rush. He pressed his lips into yours. It was soft. Sweet. The way you always hoped your first kiss would be. Eddie pulled away with a blissful sigh, resting his forehead to yours. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I guess it's a night of first for both of us."

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Devon has upgraded his podcast and is now able to interview guests. This is the audio transcript of a very special edition of the podcast:

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Devon: Welcome back to my podcast, today I have a very special guest, and honestly I’ve been looking forward to this all week. It took a lot of work to arrange this interview, and I’m proud to say that I’m interviewing the infamous slasher Charles Lee Ray, better known as Chucky!

Chucky: Hey, great to be here.

Devon: I also have my boyfriend Jake here in order to restrain him. He’s waving- Jake, they can’t see you, this is an audio recording, maybe say hi instead?

Jake: Hi.

Devon: As you can see he’s very talkative… anyway, let’s start with the first question. Chucky, as some of the listeners may know, you’ve made quite a name for yourself as a killer doll, but you were also quite prolific as a human, would you mind talking about one of your favourite murders or crimes committed as a human?

Chucky: Of course, the only problem is that there’s so many good ones that it’s hard to pick… damn it, I knew a question like this was gonna come up, but I didn’t prepare for it, isn’t that stupid?

Devon: It’s not stupid at all Chucky- can I call you Chucky?

Chucky: Sure, I hate being called Charles anyway, and Mr Ray was my father- may he rest in peace.

Devon: Okay, would you like to move on then? I have a few more questions I can ask in the meantime.

Chucky: No, no, I thought of three, is that alright?

Devon: Sure, I’m sure my listeners are just as excited to hear about your past as I am.

Chucky: Okay, I guess my first pick is when I killed my mom. Nothing special, but it got me started, and it’s always good to remember where you come from, keeps you grounded y’know? My second pick was the whole thing with Vivian Van Pelt. Again, nothing notable there, but the misunderstanding over her ring meant that I eventually got married, and… well, Tiff and I get on sometimes, and she gave me two… interesting kids, so it all worked out for the best, right? My final pick was this one murder where I managed to get my hands on a chainsaw, the blood went everywhere! Tiff was pissed cause I made a mess on her new white rug, but we were both laughing our asses off when the cops found the body and one of ‘em slipped and fell in the blood on live tv. Classic.

Jake: Devon, we’re gonna get arrested or something over this, should we really continue this?

Devon: Shh, Jake! You know why we’re doing this! Now Chucky, it’s interesting that you mentioned your mother, mind talking our listeners through the process behind that first kill?

Chucky: I’d be happy to. So basically I had a knife in my hand and an oppressive situation I had to get out of. That’s pretty much it.

Devon: That’s it? No remorse, no deeper reasoning? Didn’t you love her?

Chucky *scoffing*: Nah, I always preferred my dad, mom never let me stay up past my bedtime, but dad did. Oh yeah, sorry about your mom by the way. We good?

Devon: …Sure. I’d like to ask about how you got into voodoo, because I’ve always been quite curious about that.

Chucky: Well I was stalking potential victims at a bar one time and I came across this girl who was reading the book Voodoo for Dummies. I started a conversation with her and she told me more about voodoo. I killed her obviously, but what she was talking about really interested me, so I bought my own copy of the book and found a voodoo doctor to teach me more, Doctor Death - his real name was John and I killed him too - so yeah that’s about it.

Devon: That’s so interesting! Now I’d like to take a break from the crime from a moment and get to know the man behind the murders. I’ll start with an easy one, what’s your favourite movie genre?

Chucky: Horror, no questions asked. If it’s got blood, terror and screaming, I’m down.

Devon: I thought you’d say that. Following on, what’s your favourite horror movie?

Chucky: The Shining. I loved it as a human and I love it now, a classic movie based on a classic book that I’ve read eight times.

Devon: Does all work and no play make Chucky a dull boy?

Chucky: Ha, nice reference! And yeah, I’d say so, I like to have fun.

Devon: Glad you liked the reference. What’s your favourite not strictly horror movie?

Chucky: One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. I love the psychological drama elements, and it reminds me of the times I was in a mental hospital.

Devon: Do you… see yourself in any of the characters? Not even like emotions wise, just like, based off of physical appearance?

Chucky: …Nope. I do like Nurse Ratchet though.

Devon: Really? Even if I show you this picture of yourself as a human and… give me a sec- this picture of the character Billy Bibbit?

Chucky: No, not seeing anything…

Devon: That’s weird. Do you see what I’m talking about Jake?

Jake: You know what, you’re right! He totally looks like-

Chucky: We seem to be going on some weird tangent, any other questions?

Devon: Yeah, sorry about getting sidetracked there.

Chucky: No worries.

Devon: Okay, continuing on, what’s your favourite book?

Chucky: Anything by Steven King, the man’s a literary genius.

Devon: So he’s your favourite author then?

Chucky: Totally.

Devon: Alright, two more questions. The first is, do you regret anything?

Chucky: No, I’m pretty happy with life.

Devon: Okay, now I don’t regret what’s about to happen.

Chucky: What do you mean?

Devon: Final question-

Chucky *thrashing to break free*: What the hell’s going on?

Devon: Don’t worry about it. Jake, tie him to that chair and step back.

Chucky: What?!

Devon: Final question.

Andy *kicking the door open and bursting into the room, cocking a gun*: Hands where I can see ‘em!

Devon: Are you ready?

Chucky *sighing*: Damn it, this is why I don’t do interviews…

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Manon is stuck on a plane next to an unaccompanied minor. A very talktive one, belonging to one single, sapphire-eyed father...

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Manon had been waiting for this moment all weekend, finally able to sit down and block out the rest of the world, knowing she would be home in a few hours.

She’d been at a science conference for her job, and while she loved going to lectures and hearing about fancy new research, she hated having to talk to other people and pretending that she enjoyed it. «Networking», as her boss liked to call it, was honestly Manon’s worst nightmare.

Thankfully, she now had two full hours to herself on a flight that didn’t look like it would be too full, where she could read or sleep or just not talk to anyone.

Closing her eyes, Manon simply listened to the quiet bustling of everyone finding their seats, hoping the one next to her would remain empty.

That was, until the voice of one of the overly cheerful flight attendants sounded much too close.

«Alright sweetheart, you can sit here, next to this nice lady, and if you need anything, just press this button and I’ll come!»

Oh, no.

Opening her eyes again, Manon looked straight at a little girl, no older than six, too busy openly gawking at Manon to answer the flight attendant.

Her dark-brown hair was pulled into two neat pigtails, her eyes were a deep, sapphire blue, and around her neck was a lanyard with a note telling Manon she was an unaccompanied minor.

Manon gave her what was probably the most awkward smile ever, all tight-lipped and stiff, and shifted her attention over to some report she was meant to read for work.

The girl still hadn’t answered the flight attendant, so she tried once more, impatience shining through the awfully chirpy demeanor this time. «Why don’t I hold your backpack while you get seated!»

She reluctantly sat down at last, fastening her seatbelt, and silently accepted her pink, glittery backpack from the flight attendant.

«Is everything all right then?»

A mumbled «Uh-huh» was the only answer, but it seemed good enough for the flight attendant, who quickly turned on her heel and left.

Manon could feel the girl staring at her again, but didn’t do anything to acknowledge her. She tried to remind herself that as uncomfortable as this was, it was only for two hours.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids, she just had no idea how to act around them. She didn’t know what she could talk about, or how she could talk about it. Was she supposed to alter her voice, or was this girl already way too old for that? Could Manon use her normal vocabulary? What about grammar?

Luckily, this one didn’t seem too talkative, and Manon could handle a little staring. She’d probably get bored soon, anyway, and pull out an iPad or something.

The peace and quiet lasted for a full three seconds before the girl tapped her shoulder.«What’s your name?»

Trying not to sigh, Manon put on a tight smile and said, «It’s Manon.»

«I’m Beatrice, but everyone just calls me Bea. Only my dad uses Beatrice, and that’s just when he yells at me.»

The girl, Beatrice, held out her hand, nails, and fingertips, painted in all colours of the rainbow. She was waiting for Manon to shake it, which Manon halfheartedly did. «Nice to meet you, Bea.»

She might be uncomfortable around kids, but she wasn’t a monster either.

«Are you flying alone too? Have you been on vacation?»

So much for not being the talkative kind, Manon thought to herself, but that stiff smile remained plastered to her face, and she answered best as she could. «I’ve been on a work trip.»

Bea thought for a moment, then said, «My dad goes on those sometimes! I stay with my aunt Aelin or uncle Chaol when he does, but they’re both super nice, and aunty Aelin always lets me have ice cream and stay up past my bedtime! I’ve been visiting my Nana and Pops because it’s my birthday next week and I turn six years old!» She held up six fingers for emphasis, then kept going.

«My dad usually goes with me but he had to work this weekend so I’m flying all by myself but that means I can get as much apple juice as I want. And crackers!»

Manon sat frozen for a moment, trying to process all that information. At last, she just went with «How nice!»

It sounded forced, even to her own ears, but Bea luckily didn’t catch on to it. Instead, she lifted one of her legs, and asked, «Do you like my shoes? They were a birthday gift from Nana!»

The shoes in question were nice, Manon supposed, for a five-year-old. They were bright pink with stars and rainbows and a unicorn on the side.

«Look! They can even do this!» She then kicked her feet, which didn’t even reach the floor, together, and the shoes lit up with blue and purple flashing lights.

«Wow,» Manon responded, thankfully sounding a little more genuine now. At least she wasn’t stuck next to any of the annoying scientists she’d been forced to interact with all weekend, too many of them way past retirement-age, and obsessed with how things were better «back in the day» (a.k.a when women barely had rights).

After hearing the long and way too detailed story of Bea’s Nana’s hip-replacement surgery, the plane finally got ready for take-off. Next to her, Bea had gone quiet, chewing her lip as she stared out the window.

«You don’t like this part, do you?» Manon carefully asked, wondering why she cared, all of a sudden.

Bea just shook her head, bottom lip quivering slightly. «My ears always hurt,» she whispered.

«Mine usually does too,» Manon said in an effort to comfort her. She tried to remember if she had any chewing gum in her bag, but when she found she didn’t, she instead suggested trying to yawn or swallow a lot.

But the plane had already taken off by then, shaking as they got higher and higher up, so Bea only nodded absentmindedly, seemingly lost in fear.

Eyes glistening, she once more looked at Manon, and whispered, «Can you hold my hand?»

Heart breaking a little, Manon offered her hand, and Bea was quick to grab it, squeezing tightly, which only made Manon’s heart break a little more.

When the seatbelt-sign went off, and it was once again calm and quiet, Bea let go of Manon’s hand, back to her usual spirits. To Manon’s joy or suffering, she didn’t know.

«Your hair is really pretty!»

«Thanks.»

«Do you braid it often?»

«Sometimes, I guess.»

«Do you know how to make a fishtail braid?»

«I think so.»

«My dad watches YouTube videos to learn new braids. He promised me we would try a waterfall braid when I got home, like the one Lily S. wears!»

Manon had no idea what a waterfall braid was, or who Lily S. were, but judging by the stars in Bea’s eyes, they were both considered pretty cool. Before Manon could even answer, Bea continued listing all the other kinds of braids her dad had taught himself from YouTube.

After a while, the flight attendant from earlier came over with a juice box and some crackers, which Bea happily accepted. She even offered Manon some, but she politely declined.

With the kid busy eating and humming some tune, Manon tried to get started on that report, but she only got to read half a page, before she could feel Bea leaning over her in an effort to see what she was reading. When she couldn’t make sense of it, she asked, «What’s that?»

«Something for my job,» Manon answered, giving up the idea of even a moment of peace on this flight.

«What do you do for your job? My dad reads a lot for his job too. He leaves books all over the house.» Bea then proceeded to roll her eyes, which made Manon chuckle.

«I um…» She had to think for a moment, not knowing how to explain molecular medicine to a preschooler. In the end, she just went with, «I try to invent new types of medicine.»

Bea’s eyes widened. «Coooool! Are you married? Do you have kids?»

There it was, Manon thought. She wasn’t even thirty, yet she’d already gotten tired of that question.

«No, I don’t.»

«Why?»

For fuck’s sake…

She knew she should just keep it simple, but she might as well teach the kid some valuable life wisdom while she was at it. «I don’t need a husband, or kids, to be happy, and neither do you, when you’re older.»

Manon had expected even more questions, but Bea’s eyes lit up. «That’s what my aunty Aelin always said too! She’s a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man.» Bea placed her hands on her hips, probably imitating her aunt word for word, and Manon simply had to laugh.

«Now she has a boyfriend named Rowan though, and my dad tells her she’s in-fa-tu-at-ed,» Bea shrugged, saying that last word slowly, syllable by syllable, as if she didn’t quite know what it meant.

«My dad is also single, and aunty Aelin says he needs to get a girlfriend soon, so he starts wearing proper clothes and shaving every day.»

Slowly, Manon formed a picture of a tired, single father trying his very best to answer a million questions a day. She smiled at the thought, even if she felt a little sorry for the chaos that had to be this man’s life.

«I want him to get a girlfriend too, so I can have a mommy like all the other kids at school. Mine died when I was a baby, but I’ve seen lots of pictures of her and she was very pretty.»

Manon had no idea what to answer to that, and she felt herself panicking slightly, trying to come up with something, but of course she didn’t need to. Bea quickly changed subjects, now talking about her collection of barbie dolls.

Before she knew it, the seatbelt-light went back on, Bea once more clutched her hand, and they had landed, back home at last.

While they waited to exit the plane, Bea turned to Manon. «Me and my dad are gonna get ice cream before we go home. Do you wanna come too? You have to try the chocolate fudge ice cream, it’s the best!»

Bea looked at Manon with the saddest, most hopeful eyes she had ever seen, and Manon had no idea how she could kindly break this kid’s heart. «I’m sorry, but I’ve been gone all weekend and have a lot to do when I get home.»

It was kinda true, Manon figured, though she was very likely to procrastinate all those things.

Thankfully, Bea didn’t start crying. She simply shrugged, as happy as ever. «Okay, you can come with us another time then!»

Manon let out a sigh of relief when the flight attendant approached, ready to escort Bea off the plane, and Manon didn’t have to make any promises for another ice cream date.

Bea picked up her backpack and jumped out of her seat. She was about to leave, but turned around at the last minute and flung herself around Manon. «Bye, Manon! It was very nice to meet you!»

Then she took the flight attendants hand, and practically skipped off the plane, leaving Manon with a soft smile on her face. These past two hours hadn’t been that bad, after all.

Waiting to claim her baggage, Manon suddenly heard a high, cheerful voice, calling out from the other end of the hall. «DADDY LOOK! THERE’S MY FRIEND FROM THE PLANE! MANON!»

Manon turned to find Bea waving eagerly at her. Next to her, trying to keep her from taking off, was a man that looked to be around Manon’s age. He had dark, messy hair that would have looked like it desperately needed to be cut on anyone else, and his eyes were a sapphire blue, like his daughter’s.

He was handsome, Manon mused, in a…slightly sleep-deprived way, but she tried to forget that thought as soon as it hit her. She was not ready for a relationship, and she was definitely not ready to be someone’s step mom.

At last, Bea managed to wriggle loose, and she sprinted towards Manon, her dad calling after her.

«Bea, wait-» The poor man looked mortified, but also somehow like he was used to this happening several times a day.

«Manon, you have to come say hi to my dad!» Bea exclaimed, already grabbing Manon’s hand and pulling her after her, towards her father, who was making his way towards them to save Manon.

As they met in the middle, he chuckled nervously, face blushing. «I’m Dorian, Bea’s dad, as you’ve probably gathered.»

«Manon,» she replied, shaking his hand. It was stronger than she’d expected from the slightly frazzled man in front of her.

«I’m so sorry for all the questions you’ve probably had to answer in the past hours. We’re working on not sharing every detail of your life with strangers.» Dorian cringed as he said the last part, and Manon found herself laughing again.

Looking at Bea for a moment, who was now busy jumping from square to square on the tiled floor, Manon said, «Oh, don’t worry! She made sure I never got bored.»

After a moment, Manon added, «She’s a really bright kid,» not knowing where these conversation-skills suddenly came from.

Dorian’s eyes softened with both love and exasperation as he looked over at his daughter. «Yeah, she really is.»

Bea ran back over to the two of them then, grabbing her father’s hand. «Can Manon please get ice cream with us?»

She took turns looking at them both with those puppy eyes, and Manon tried to think of a way she could politely decline, again.

Sighing, Dorian glanced at Manon. «I mean, you’re more than welcome, if you want to.» He lifted a hand to his neck, clearly as uncomfortable as Manon by his daughters antics.

«I, uh…» Manon started, but she didn’t know what to say next.

«It’s, uh, my treat. That’s the least I owe you for keeping up with this chatterbox for two hours.» He chuckled nervously again, but that was hope shining in his eyes.

From between them, Bea looked up at him. «What’s a chatterbox?»

«Someone who talks very, very much.»

«Hey! That’s kinda rude!»

As father and daughter bickered, Manon thought about the offer. If she declined, she’d be going home to an empty house and a night of scrolling through Netflix. It had been her dream earlier that day, but now it seemed kinda sad. And lonely.

And if she said yes, what was the worst that could happen?

Smiling, she looked at Bea, then Dorian. «I’ll take that ice cream. I hear rumour of some chocolate fudge I just had to try!»

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serenity-lattes · 2 years

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Hi! Would it be okay if I request for a Chanyeol fic where he shyly requested his s/o (who majors in literature) read to him because he could not sleep? Thank you so much!

I’m in love with this request, thank you for sending it in. I miss our boy, September can’t come fast enough!

Love,

Serenity

Good Night

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warnings: None. Just pure, unadulterated fluff

Word Count: 842

A/N: I, for the life of me, could not come up with a title for this for some reason. Went to listen to the Universe album. Boom. “Good Night” was the first song to play.

One in the morning, raindrops hitting the windowpane and trickling down the glass, and not a single car driving in the street. The only thing to be heard was the radiator softly blowing at your feet and the fans of your laptop whirling. In the next room, your love was asleep, as the strumming of his guitar had ceased over an hour ago. Even the dog had since gone to sleep, no little tapping claws on the hardwood floors or happy yips.

Overall, it was peaceful, which was nearly asinine considering you were working on your literature thesis, a very stressful thing in and of itself. You had selected Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice to be the topic of your thesis, a classic, and a personal favorite. While typing away, having a decent amount written, you heard a squeak from the floorboard, causing you to look away from the computer screen. Your lips curved into a soft smile as you saw your love making his way over to you, bashfully.

“Hey, you, what are you doing up, still?” You asked as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he murmured, wrapping both arms around you as he leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder, “How is your paper going?”

You scrolled to the top of the document to show him how much you’d written, making him hum appreciatively. Chanyeol was easily your number one fan, always boasting your work, even when you weren’t confident in it. He could always find something positive to say, boost your spirits, and you felt incredibly lucky to have him.

“Are you alright, though?” you asked, leaning back in your chair to get a good look at his face, “why can’t you sleep?”

A rosy blush crept up his cheeks and he shook his head, “It’s silly, really.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together, and you reached up, pushing his hair off his forehead, “elaborate.”

Chanyeol sighed and looked away, trying to shield his face from further embarrassment, “I can’t sleep because you’re not in there. Ever since we moved in together, I’ve gotten used to you reading beside me.” Your lower lip poked out, wondering how you had managed to get the most adorable man to fall in love with you. He huffed and pulled away, almost petulantly, “Oh, ha-ha, laugh it up.”

You did, obviously, but you also gathered your things to work in your bedroom. Walking past him, you grinned, “Come on.” Setting the rest of your things on your nightstand, you settled into bed, grabbing your copy of Pride and Prejudice. Chanyeol quickly got under the covers and cozied up to you, arm draped over your middle, not unlike a child waiting for their favorite bedtime story. You suppressed the urge to coo at him.

“Alright, where were we?” you mused, flipping through the pages before you found your spot. Your voice was soft as you read the words aloud, the scene being painted perfectly in your imagination, for once not having to be jealous of a fictional couple because you’d found your own once in a lifetime love.

“If you will thank me,” he replied, “let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to you might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your family owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you.” Elizabeth was too much embarrassed to say a word. After a short pause, her companion added, “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.” Elizabeth, feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of his situation, now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very fluently, gave him to understand that her sentiments had undergone so material a change since the period to which he alluded, as to make her receive with gratitude and pleasure his present assurances. The happiness which this reply produced was such as he had probably never felt before, and he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do. Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eyes, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight diffused over his face became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.

Before you could even turn the page, gentle breaths fanned over your shoulder and quiet snores could be heard. You chuckled and looked over to see Chanyeol fast asleep. Putting the bookmark back in its place, you set the book aside and flicked off the light, snuggling into him, easily drifting off into your own peaceful sleep.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Comes Home To Find You And Your Child Asleep On The Sofa ~ Super Junior Reaction

Leeteuk:

His mouth widened in disbelief as he walked into the living room to find you and your daughter curled up on the sofa tightly together, with Shimkoong at your feet.

“I’ve been replaced,” he joked, shaking his head across at your daughter in your arms.

Jeongsu reached across, lifting your son up carefully as he knew that the two of you would regret sleeping as you were for the night. “Daddy?” She cooed at his touch.

“Hi sweetheart,” Jeongsu grinned, moving her into his chest as her eyes slowly opened, “what’s mummy playing at keeping you up until way past your bedtime?”

“She said that we could watch your show together.”

His eyes instantly lit up, “I guess I’ll let her off if that’s the reason why she let you up.”

“It was really good,” she encouraged, staring up at him, “mummy actually fell asleep before me too, she cuddled me and then she just started snoring in my ear.”

Jeongsu’s head nodded back at her, “and she’s the one that always argues that I’m the one who snores, was she really loud as well Y/D/N.”

“Very loud,” she giggled, “daddy can you carry me up to bed so that I can sleep in peace and quiet, without any snoring from mummy.”

“Of course, and I might just join you too for quiet.”

Heechul:

He tiptoed carefully through the house at the sound of the television playing, recognising the programme immediately as one that he knew your son was a huge fan of.

“I knew the two of you wouldn’t be able to stay up,” he sniggered, “and you didn’t listen.”

He moved across to turn the television off before making his way over to the two of you. “At least Gibok stayed up to see me,” he joked, a little too loudly by accident.

“You’re home?” Your voice called out, taking him by surprise as your eyes slowly opened. “I don’t suppose you could pass me a cushion for under my head, please?”

“I think maybe bed is a better option for you.”

You smiled weakly as Heechul leaned over you, “I’m going nowhere with him on me.”

“I’ve got it,” Heechul assured you, carefully snaking his arms around your son’s waist, “you might need to give yourself a moment anyway, you must be pretty crooked.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I think I lost feeling in my arms about two hours ago, I’ve just been laying with a pretty dead body,” you smirked as his smile turned up.

“I keep telling you he’s getting big,” Heechul joked, moving your son into his chest, “he’s not the light baby that he once was.”

“I’ve definitely learnt that the hard way tonight.”

Yesung:

His head shook as he found you and your daughter laid out on the sofa, with the television on in the background, neither of you paying any attention as you dozed.

“I bet the two of you missed it,” Junghoon chuckled, walking across to the two of you.

At the sound of a familiar voice, your eyes opened and came face to face with Junghoon. “We did watch your performance, and then fell asleep immediately after.”

“What did Y/D/N think? Did she like it?” Junghoon asked you, perching on the end of the sofa, “are you alright laying there with her on top of you?”

“She’s as light as a feather, just like you.”

A smile made its way onto his face, “you guys can’t stay there all night long, it’ll hurt you.”

“I don’t want to wake her,” you told him, glancing down at her, “if I move any part of my body right now, I’m pretty sure that she’ll end up waking herself up.”

Junghoon’s head nodded in agreement, “why don’t you let me try and move her? I’m sure if we’re extra careful then we can get it done?”

“I’ll trust you if you think you can move her,” you smiled, “but if she wakes up, then it’s your job to get her back to sleep.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t have a clue what’s going on.”

Shindong:

His feet stopped in the doorway as his eyes landed on you and your son curled up on the sofa, knowing that he had to move you, despite how comfortable you were.

“Please, don’t hate me,” he whispered, kneeling down and resting his hands over yours.

Donghee carefully untangled your hands from around your son, slipping him out of your hold, enough to disturb you. “Donghee?” You murmured, hopeful it was him.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, careful not to wake up your son as well, “I just thought I would try and get him up to bed, he can’t spend all night asleep on your chest.”

“I only just managed to get him off to sleep though.”

His head nodded, “don’t worry, I’ll be cautious to make sure that he doesn’t wake up at all.”

“He didn’t want to sleep without seeing you,” you told him, still with your eyes closed, “eventually it just got so late he couldn’t stop his eyes from shutting any longer.”

Donghee’s eyes looked down to admire your snoozing son, “I didn’t think the broadcast would finish so late, I wanted to get home and see the two of you before you went to bed.”

“And we wanted to see you,” you chuckled, “which is why the two of us are on here, both our bodies just seemed to give up on us.”

“It doesn’t matter, you can make it up to me tomorrow.”

Eunhyuk:

He didn’t know what to do as he walked into the living room to see you and your daughter both cuddled up together, both spark out and snoozing away.

“I can’t leave you here,” Hyukjae sighed, slowly creeping over to the two of you together.

Hyukjae moved his hand down, running it through your daughter’s head, with his breath enough to disturb you. “What’s going on Y/D/N?” You questioned, feeling her wriggle.

“It’s not Y/D/N, it’s just me,” Hyukjae told you as your eyes opened, “I’m sorry that it took me so long to get home, you guys didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“We wanted to see you before going to bed.”

Hyukjae chuckled softly, “it seems that the two of you might have failed at that, doesn’t it?”

“We tried,” you laughed in response, careful not to wake your daughter up too, “once she fell asleep, it only felt like a matter of time before I drifted off to.”

Hyukjae moved his free hand across to rest over yours, “you don’t need to explain anything to me, I understand that you must have been tired.”

“How was your day?” You asked him, as a yawn escaped from you, “do you want to tell me about how the studio was?”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, you’ll be asleep in no time.”

Siwon:

A smile formed on his face as soon as he walked into the living room to see you and your son crammed in the corner of the sofa to keep yourselves cosy.

“What do I do now?” He sighed, finding himself conflicted as to what to do for you both.

He reached to the top of the sofa, unfolding the blanket and draping it over the two of you. “There’s no way that I can move the two of you now, you look settled.”

“And I’m sorry that it took me so long to get home,” Siwon added, kneeling down beside you both, “this drama is taking a lot longer to film than anticipated.”

“But the two of you are so understanding.”

His hand brushed gently over the top of your head, “and I bet that you stayed up for me too.”

“Although I keep telling you otherwise,” he chuckled, keeping his voice quiet to not disturb you both, “you’ll never listen to me though, will you guys?”

His head shook at his own comment, “the two of you constantly tag team against me, you’ll never let me win against you, I’m the loser.”

“But that’s alright,” he assured you both, even though you weren’t listening, “I’ll let you off when you do things like this for me.”

“And I’ll go now, make sure you get plenty of rest.”

Donghae:

The moment he found you and your daughter curled up on the sofa, Donghae reached into his pocket, finding his phone so that he could capture the moment.

“You guys are so cute,” he whispered, taking the perfect photo of you both to treasure.

However, as he stepped back, he knocked the table, with the noise loud enough for you to stir and open up your eyes. “I didn’t even realise that we’d both fallen asleep.”

“It’s fine,” Donghae assured, running his hand over the top of your head, “I had a feeling that the two of you would be asleep with how long work took to finish.”

“Did you manage to get the song sorted? Can I hear it?”

His head nodded proudly, “maybe I’ll let you listen to it tomorrow, when you’re more awake.”

“And when someone else is awake too,” you grinned, glancing down at your daughter, “you’ve got no chance of her waking up until tomorrow morning, she’s gone.”

His eyes studied her closely, allowing his smile to grow, “how about I try and grab her and take her up to bed? Then you can get up and head up to get some sleep as well.”

“You really think you can get her up without waking her?” You asked him, as he nodded confidently in reply to you. “If, you’re sure.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t even stir, trust me.”

Ryeowook:

As soon as he spotted you and your son laid out on the sofa, Ryeowook made his way over and lifted your son up, keen to get him up to bed and comfortable as soon as possible.

“Why didn’t mummy go to bed when I told her?” He chuckled as he lifted him up carefully from you.

The movement was enough for him to stir and notice that Ryeowook was home. “You’re here,” he giggled as he rested against Ryeowook’s chest comfortably.

“I’m here,” Ryeowook assured him, carefully making his way across to the stairs, “shall we take you up to bed? We don’t want to wake mummy up now, do we?”

“Can’t we stay up for a bit, sleep is rubbish.”

Ryeowook’s head shook back at him, “it’s far too late for you to be staying awake now.”

“But I’ve not seen you all day,” your son pouted, keen to spend some time with his father, “I wanted to stay up and see you, but I couldn’t manage it.”

A soft kiss was pressed to the top of your son’s head, “I’ve got the day off tomorrow, and then we can spend the whole day together, sound good?”

“Yeah!” Your son squealed, quickly shushed by Ryeowook to make sure that he didn’t disturb you, “sorry,” he added in a whisper.

“Let’s head up to bed, tomorrow will be ours.”

Kyuhyun:

He stood back in admiration as the blanket that he held settled perfectly over the two of you, protecting you both from the breeze he had welcomed in as he returned.

“Daddy?” A quiet voice murmured as soon as he moved away from you both, however.

Kyuhyun watched on as the eyes of your daughter opened to look across to her father. “What are you doing awake?” He grinned, kneeling down to her level.

“Here,” she commanded, tapping the tiny bit of space that she had between the two of you, “will you come and lay with me and mummy, for leaving us all alone?”

“There’s no room for me, I’m far too big for there.”

She poked her tongue out at Kyuhyun, “you’re not too big daddy, mummy says you’re strong.”

“Does she now?” Kyuhyun murmured, glancing across at your sleeping figure, “what else does she tell you about me then that she conveniently decides not to tell me?”

Your daughter’s head shook back at him, “I have to go back to sleep now, you can ask mummy what she says when she wakes up tomorrow morning.”

“Your trouble,” he laughed, “do you want me to take you up to bed so that you can sleep a little more comfortably than you are now?”

“No, I like cuddling up to mummy instead.”

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 3 years

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

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Losing You Twice / 1: If I Hated You

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and it turns out Y/N isn’t the only one struggling with the breakup. Category: Smut (18+), Angst Content Warnings: Language, drinking/getting drunk, penetrative/unprotected sex (If I missed anything, please let me know!) Word Count: 5,538

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“My bedtime is the darkest, that’s when I’m brokenhearted. The nighttime is the hardest. It’d be easy, if I hated you.” —FLETCHER, If I Hated You

FEBRUARY 13th

It was Valentine's Day weekend, which sucked this time around. Every year for the past three years Y/N looked forward to Valentine's Day, but that was when she actually had someone to spend it with.

Well, someone she actually cared about, anyway... Whether or not Spencer actually knew it, she did really care about him. She was just stupid and didn't say it when he needed to hear it the most.

And now Valentine's Day was on Saturday and Y/N was still without him. Not alone, but still without the man who'd spent the significant holiday with her for the past three years. Memories of their dates and 'afterparties' flooded through her mind as she got ready for work like a montage, a cheesy love-song playlist she'd found on Spotify acting as the soundtrack.

Eventually she sighed and turned it off, opting for something more loud and obnoxious, and therefore not tainted by Spencer's memory. She applied what was left of her makeup and added a pair of earrings before turning the music off altogether and shoving her phone in her bag alongside her keys and other necessities.

Even though she wasn't emotionally prepared for all the cheesy Valentine's things she'd see and hear and experience throughout the weekend, it was still kind of nice to see that things in the bank never changed during the holidays— Everything in her life was so severely different at the moment, that if Marjorie had somehow decided to throw out all her elaborate decorations for each holiday, no matter how small, Y/N would have thought the world was truly ending.

Speaking of, she was met with Marjorie's brighter-than-the-sun smile almost immediately once she set her things in the breakroom.

"How's my little macaron this morning?" she chirped, Y/N chuckling slightly at the nickname— She brought macarons from the bakery down the street on her first birthday she spent at the bank, and ever since then, the older woman had adorned her with the namesake.

"She's alright, Marj... Better now that she's seen you..."

"That boy still on your mind, hon?"

Obviously Marjorie's intentions were good, but Y/N couldn't stand to think about the situation at all, least of all at work... So, setting her jacket on the rack, turned away so that her coworker wouldn't see the visible discomfort on her face, Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and cleared her throat. "So, what are your plans with Geno tomorrow night? Anything special?"

There was a brief pause before Marjorie cleared her throat as well. "Nothing short of our usual dinner plans, my dear. He's been so caught up with work at the Mill lately, I think we're just going to spend the night relaxing."

"Hm," Y/N said shortly, finally turning around and giving her the best smile she could. "Maybe I should take a page from your book and stay in..."

"You weren't going to?"

"No... Britt's been nagging me about getting out there so we're going out tomorrow night. We both haven't been single in a long time, so... Should be fun."

Marjorie didn't look convinced. Either way, she nodded with a smile and walked over to Y/N with something glittery and bright red in her hand— A cheap beaded necklace to clip her nametag onto. She draped it over Y/N's neck and patted her shoulders. "Well, I want you to have fun. And remember that you still have to come to work on Monday. Whatever shenanigans you get into should be reserved for Saturday night only so you can rest properly on Sunday, got it?"

Y/N laughed, thankful for the playful tone in Marjorie's voice. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Oh, I joke, I joke," the older woman said with a bright laugh, turning to walk out of the break room. "A little..."

The smile on Y/N's face only really lasted until after Marjorie was out of sight, then she went into her bag and clipped her nametag onto the red beaded necklace with a sigh.

Was she excited to have a good night out with Britt? Of course. Hell, had it been literally any other day of the year, she would have been practically bouncing off the walls with excitement at the idea of going out to a bar, letting men hit on her until she finally let one of them take her back to his place for the night.

But it just felt like it was too soon.

Either way, she was glad that she'd get to see Britt again, after she'd been on vacation for Christmas and New Year's to see her family and only got back a few weeks ago. She'd seen her on Facetime of course, and they met up once for coffee right after Britt got back from her trip, but a well-needed night out and quality time getting ready together was something that had been missing from their friendship for almost a year.

Y/N knew Britt would most likely spend her time trying to hook them up with end-of-the-night dates, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

Even still, sleeping alone the night before was probably one of the worst spells of loneliness she'd ever had. It was normal to be sad spending the first Valentine's Day in years away from a significant other, but knowing how things ended between them—bitter and stained with words left unsaid—this time was just... cold.

And that was putting it lightly.

Y/N laid in bed that night, her eyes wide open and staring at the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars that adorned the ceiling. They used to give her comfort, but now they just reminded her of all the nights she'd spend with Spencer, listening to him tell stories about the constellations. They were some of the most peaceful memories she had.

And now those, too—those stars that had grounded her pretty much all her life and reminded her of the better days—were tainted by her inability to properly communicate.

She almost thought about taking them down.

But if she was really going to get over him this time, for good, then she'd have to learn to make new memories with the stars. Even if it was painful. Even if replacing those memories and writing new ones over them absolutely tore her soul to pieces.

And, as if that pain wasn't enough, that night Y/N dreamt of him, making love to her amongst the stars in every galaxy, only to wake up the next morning cold and alone.

FEBRUARY 14th

She promptly decided that she hated his guts.

It was Valentine's Day, Y/N was respectfully buzzed, and courtesy of two beers and four shots of tequila, she'd just deleted Spencer's number from her phone.

"I'm done," she said, waving a hand at Britt and shoving her phone in her purse. "He doesn't deserve my wallowing."

"Yeah!"

Britt was significantly the more drunk of the two, resulting in a fit of giggles after gaining some stares from the people around them at her sudden outburst.

Y/N smiled, finishing off another shot and shaking her head. "We need more!"

"More shots!" Britt hurried off to grab them, leaving her friend behind with a half-drunken smile that also only felt half-genuine.

Sure, she decided she hated Spencer's guts, but her heart didn't exactly agree well with that sentiment. Even after deleting his number from her phone, after downing all that alcohol, her heart still ached.

Y/N knew deep down that getting over him was going to take some time. A lot of time... But maybe one night of distraction would help.

So the shots kept coming, and by the end of the night, Y/N was just about at her limit.

Which was near black-out drunk. And when you're that drunk you tend to make decisions you wouldn't soberly condone.

Britt got into a cab, and she begged Y/N to come with her, but she assured her friend that she had someone to come pick her up. Eventually the cab driver got tired of their inability to decide, and when Y/N told him to go, he did, leaving her alone on the side of the street at 1am.

Unfortunately, it was incredibly cold, and she didn't really have anyone to come pick her up. And that's where the bad decisions started.

Y/N pulled her phone out, a long sigh escaping her as she dialed the number by heart.

Would he even pick up? He hadn't answered any of her calls or texts before, so why would it have been any different now? Not to mention it was Valentine's Day Weekend. With her luck, he was probably in bed with someone else. Someone who wasn't her. As she listened to the dial tone repeating in her ear, images of him wrapped up with somebody else—sleeping in the bed she'd slept in many times before—clouded her drunken brain and made her more angry than anything.

Her gut twisted, and she almost hung up.

But then the low buzz of the dial tone abruptly stopped and in its place came his voice.

"Y/N?"

Her name on his lips, even through the phone, was grounding, the anger in her system melting away and revealing a coat of drunken relief.

"Spencer! You answered!"

"Yeah... Are you— Is everything okay?"

"Pff, yeah, 'm-fine. Just really fucking cold."

"You're not outside, are you?"

"Duh, I'm outside... I wouldn't be cold in-side... Besides, I didn't call t'alk bout the weather, I need you t'come pick me up."

There was a brief pause, and for a moment Y/N didn't think he was going to say anything she wanted to hear. She swayed on the sidewalk, shivering and praying that he would throw her a bone, even if she'd regret it all in the morning.

"Where are you?" he said finally, and despite herself, she smiled.

FEBRUARY 15th

Spencer couldn't believe he was picking her up at near two in the morning.

Honestly, he'd initially thought about ignoring her call again, but remembering the day it was and taking note of the time, he figured she was most likely in some type of inebriated trouble.

His instincts were right, of course, but he wished that he could have been wrong. He wished she'd only been calling to drunkenly ramble on about how she missed him or maybe how he was stupid and she never wanted to see his face ever again, because that was normal. At least then he could have hung up after she was done and never thought about it again— it was a normal step in any relationship that helped move things along. They could have gotten on with their lives and it would have all been over.

But of course it was never that simple.

Y/N was never that simple.

He pictured her on the street near some bar, alone and cold and drunk, and of course he would have been the only one she could call to rescue her. After all, he'd been pretty much the only thing she'd ever known to make her feel safe.

Still, he wished he was capable of only giving her a ride home and then leaving.

But again, it was never that simple.

It was easy getting her into the car— that wasn't what he was worried about. Rather, it was the fated moment where she'd ask him to stay after he finally got her tucked safely into bed that worried him. Because it was bad enough that it was Y/N... It was her in all her alluring glory, and he'd never been able to deny her anything no matter how badly he tried or wanted to.

Now add on the fact that she was drunk, and most likely sad on their first Valentine's Day apart, and it was a recipe for disaster.

Even if she'd broken his heart, Spencer still cared about her.

Which is why he inevitably agreed to stay, at least until she fell asleep.

He knew her well enough to know all the ways she'd try to get him under the covers with her, so it was a familiar amusement that settled in his being when he was finally able to get on top of the covers with her underneath. But as he entertained her silly little questions with the right answers until she fell asleep, Spencer noticed something else accompanying that amusement.

Guilt.

And then anger for feeling guilty about her sadness— sadness that could have been avoided had she just gotten over whatever was holding her back and either returned his "I love you" or told him she wasn't feeling the same way just yet.

All she had to do was talk.

He had a right to feel upset about Y/N holding back when he'd been nothing but patient, spending almost every year of their relationship trying to make her see that she had nothing to be afraid of. He'd given her every chance to talk about what she was feeling, whether it was happy or not, and every time she pushed it all away in favor of sex.

That wasn't what he wanted in a relationship, so he ended it. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

So why was he feeling so fucking guilty?

He blamed his good nature and innate need to please people, to make them feel good and happy. But he also blamed Y/N and her adorable drunken sleeping face.

He watched as she slept, willing himself not to forget the way she hurt him. She'd completely stolen his heart and shattered it at the same time, and if he was being honest, she still held some of the pieces. But he couldn't get them back, not if he didn't want to risk shattering her own heart in the process.

It felt like they were tied together by some strong, invisible force that wouldn't break unless both of them broke right along with it.

So... maybe he could afford to leave those pieces of his heart with her. He'd have to if they were going to get out of this alive. Not unscathed, sure, but alive nonetheless.

Once he was sure she was deep in sleep, Spencer quietly and carefully got off the bed and navigated through her apartment, getting her a glass of water and leaving it on the table next to her bed. And because he couldn't help it, he cleaned up some of the clothes that were scattered around her floor, depositing them into the hamper and straightening out a few more things that were out of place.

He looked over at her sleeping figure one more time, sighed, and then left, keeping her bedroom door open just a crack.

***

Spencer knew he shouldn't have stayed longer.

Despite his better judgement, he'd plopped himself down on her couch after making sure she was sound asleep, hoping to catch his breath and sort through what he was feeling before he got behind the wheel. But of course, it was 2am and he was exhausted, and he couldn't stop himself from closing his eyes and drifting off.

And now he was sitting up, looking around the apartment through the lens of morning.

Though the curtains were sheer, they didn't provide much light, but enough of it showed him just how familiar the space was. Y/N hadn't moved anything around. The same art was on the same walls, the potted ivy plant on her mantle sat un-watered and withering, and every book and record and DVD on her shelves was in the exact same spot as they'd all been the last time he was there in December.

Meanwhile, after the breakup he'd re-arranged everything. He was so sure that they were through for good this time around that he wanted a clean slate. Not that he wanted to rid himself of her memory completely, but if he was going to move on from the hold she'd had on him, he had to do something...

And yet, he ended up at her apartment the morning after Valentine's Day all the same.

He heard the shower running faintly a couple rooms away. You didn't have to pass the couch to get there, so maybe she hadn't seen him sleeping and he could get away cleanly.

Spencer scrambled off the couch, thankful that he hadn't removed his jacket or his shoes and that he could just sprint towards the door without having to find any of his belongings.

But as luck would have it, the second he took a step, the shower turned off. He had to get out of there quickly, but if he did then she'd definitely know he'd stayed overnight. But if he went quietly, he wouldn't have enough time before she caught him.

Maybe I could hide...

He shook the thought with a roll of his eyes, settling on the clearest course of action, which was to make as quick of a getaway as he could. He'd try to be quiet as well, though the creaky door was going to be nearly impossible to get through without a sound.

His hand was on the doorknob when he heard her voice.

"You didn't think you could spend the night and then leave without saying goodbye, did 'ja?"

The pure amusement in her tone made his stomach churn, and it wasn't unpleasant in the slightest.

Spencer turned and smiled softly, avoiding looking at her completely. "Sorry. Didn't want to bother you."

"You're never a bother."

That sentiment held less amusement and more sincerity, which was what guided his eyes to meet the woman who said the words.

His stomach twisted again when he saw her, exactly like he knew she'd be— wrapped in nothing but a thin towel with near-dripping hair cascading down her back. Her legs were bare and exposed, the towel not only thin but short, which meant that her chest was also practically spilling out of it. Despite the obvious and inevitable hungover look in her eye, there was also a good splash of that mischief that'd always been there— the kind that spelled out trouble.

He needed to get out of there.

"Well, um... I'm glad I got you home safe," he said, clearing his throat. "I should... I should go."

"You sure you don't wanna stay for breakfast?"

Spencer could have sworn she was teasing him, dangling her body in front of him like a meal they both knew he wouldn't be able to resist. But then she added, "I've got everything I need for your favorite omelet," and he exhaled with a small smile, exhausted with his own mind for convincing him that she was out to pull him back in.

Still, he declined. "No, I... I shouldn't. But, uh, thank you..."

"You sure?"

This time when he looked up at her, she was closer. She was gently striding forward to meet him, and he half thought about backing up towards the door until he realized he was already there.

"I—I'm sure. Really."

"But you drove around all night just to take me home when I was drunk, the least I can do is feed you..."

"Eh, it's alright. It's... Nothing I haven't done before."

She stopped then, her eyes briefly dropping to the floor. It was like her whole demeanor changed—just for a second—from the prowess she'd always been, to what seemed to be a woman filled with sadness and regret. It didn't last long though, just enough for Spencer to notice it before she looked back up at him with that wicked gleam in her eye and a remark right at the tip of her tongue.

"Still. I feel bad, making you do all that for me... Especially now."

He wasn't sure what to make of this... It seemed like she was sincere, but she was also alluring, calling to him like a siren leading him to his ultimate demise. And while he'd come to know that as merely a part of her nature, he couldn't help but shake the feeling that she was doing it on purpose.

She was in a skimpy towel, after all, and she definitely knew how to use that to her advantage.

It didn't help that he didn't have the courage to leave. Everything inside of him right then longed to drop that towel and indulge himself once more. Putting aside all the heartache and the differences they shared, all he felt in that moment was the need to touch her— to get lost in her and never be found again.

She was his fatal flaw, and it was painfully obvious.

Spencer knew he shouldn't have stayed longer...

He was over to her in just three strides, throwing off his jacket and tossing it aside before cradling her face with his hands and bringing their lips together for the first time since Christmas Eve.

The small whine in her throat signaled that she hadn't expected it, but welcomed it all the same. The moment she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, the towel fell to the floor, and there was no going back.

"What about breakfast?" Y/N breathed out once they pulled away for air.

Spencer contemplated, studying her face, seeing the way her eyes sparkled, and decided on the two words that sealed his fate.

"Screw breakfast."

Their lips were melded together almost as soon as the words left his mouth. And it wasn't long before every other part of their bodies were melded together as well.

Y/N helped him take the rest of his clothes off as they danced around the entryway and the living room. Everything was open, no walls separating the living room from the kitchen, so to compensate for the lack of breakfast they'd be eating, they migrated to the kitchen counter once Spencer had off everything but his boxers.

He trapped her against the cool marble of the countertop, her back hitting it solid and sending a shiver up her spine. Meanwhile his hands roamed her body, unsure of where to be other than on her at all times, whether it be her waist, her stomach, her arms, her breasts, or her ass. He wanted to feel all of her, and quite frankly she wanted the same.

She even told him so, in her own way, by bringing one of her legs up and wrapping it around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she wove her fingers through his hair and tasted his tongue with her own.

The action elicited a groan from his mouth, low and desperate. Spencer settled his hands on her waist and gripped it tight, silently telling her what to do.

So she jumped up and he helped guide her swiftly onto the counter. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist again, and he found himself grinding into her hips, urgent to feel every part of her. And thankfully she was feeling rather desperate herself, because she rolled her hips up into him in return, breaking their mouths apart just briefly to speak.

"Fuck me..."

There was so much he wanted to say to her in that moment— how badly he was feeling about keeping her entertained while he was slowly deteriorating inside from her emotional detachment and rejection, how much she frustrated him, and more prominently, how she was so goddamn impatient and that he was getting there...

But all that he could manage was a broken, desperate whisper of her name.

It was all he'd ever known.

All that frustration... All that anger, heartache, passion, and time apart combined beautifully into those few syllables that made up her name and tore him apart from the inside out.

And his hands were just as destructive.

Spencer deftly dropped his boxers to the ground and pushed forward, almost losing all sense of self the moment the head of his dick finally made contact with her cunt. He made his way inside of her and then used both of his hands to grip her waist and bring her closer, their mouths connecting harshly as they found one another once again.

His grip was bruising— not possessive in any way, but desperate, like he had to cling to her for dear life or he wouldn't live to see another day. He held himself inside her, sighing and whimpering into her mouth as she clenched around him. It was so familiar, so comfortable and exhilarating that he almost didn't even want to move. He thought about staying there, still inside her forever.

But as always, Y/N was insatiable.

She wrapped all her limbs around him and held on, rolling her hips and seeking friction in any way possible when she briefly tore her lips away from his.

"I need you, baby, please..."

Even as his heart started to rumble in his chest, well aware of the fact that she still probably didn't love him the way he loved her, Spencer gave her everything. He pulled out and snapped his hips forward again, setting a strong, steady pace that had Y/N's eyes rolling back, and the payoff of hearing her sigh out his name was more than enough to keep him going.

Her nails dug deliciously into his shoulders, the faint sting adding something reminiscent of gasoline to a fire. The flames grew taller and brighter the more he fucked her, and with each gradual increase of volume and intensity, it was a wonder the whole kitchen around them hadn't literally burst into flames.

That's how they always were.

Together like this, so lost in the high of each others' bodies, it was easy to forget the things that made their relationship so hard. It was easy to let all the negativity slip away into the throes of pent-up, well-needed sex. The high they gave each other was merely that— A high...

A distraction.

And while that's exactly what Y/N needed, what she preferred in most cases, it's what Spencer recognized as completely unhealthy, despite his coming back to it every time.

It's also why he dreaded the moment ending. Because once they came down from the high, all that's left would be sadness, regret... Guilt... Their fire burned hot, brightly and wildly, but in the aftermath would lay only a thick layer of deadly smoke between them— hard to navigate, and nearly impossible to breathe in without suffocating.

So they simply burned and burned and burned...

Spencer gripped her so tight he was sure to leave her with bruising. And in turn Y/N dragged her nails down his back and dug them into his ass, her palm laying firmly over the muscles that aided in fucking her into the marbled surface. She whined out curses and moans, and he cried out broken whispers of her name, pet names, and curses alike.

Even once she'd come, he kept going, willing himself to hold on as long as he could. She whined into his ear at the overstimulation. And rather than keeping her legs wrapped around his body, she decided to spread them wide, perching her heels up on the counter as far as she could go and anchoring her fingers through his hair.

And though she might not have had enough orgasms in her to keep up with him, she welcomed it all the same—She welcomed the burn just as much as he did.

Even still, no fire can burn forever.

All concept of time was lost by the time Spencer finally collapsed forward, completely spent and barely standing on weak legs after coming twice. Y/N held onto him tightly to keep him upwards, lightly massaging his scalp with gentle fingers and closing her eyes as she focused on his breathing— the way it fanned over the skin of her bare shoulder and how it sounded, perfectly in time with hers...

It was the most peaceful she'd been in a long time.

She felt him pull out of her, the both of them groaning at the feeling, and a little at the mess it would make.

Spencer gently peeled his body off of hers, sniffing once and avoiding her eyes. "Sorry... You just got out of the shower..."

"It's fine," Y/N breathed. She begged him silently to look her in the eye, but he remained still... Most likely thinking. She could practically see the cogs turning in his brain.

So, in an effort to lighten the mood a bit, she added with a breathy laugh, "Besides... It's nothing I haven't done before."

The callback to his words—and memories of all the times they'd found themselves in this position before—got Spencer to laugh a little, but he still wouldn't meet her eyes.

Finally, he cleared his throat. "I'll... I'll grab the wipes?"

"Oh. Sure," Y/N returned with a thankful smile. It was hopeful, too, though the moment he was out of eyesight, it turned rather sad.

She'd known that behavior before, seen that hesitation in his movements and that sound in his voice.

It was guilt.

Regret.

Probably a bit of self-hatred, too.

When he returned, a pile of her clothes in hand and the bag of wipes on top, she took them from him with a kind smile and cleaned herself up while he put his clothes back on.

The silence was more uncomfortable than anything either of them had ever experienced.

So much so, that Y/N couldn't even muster up the courage to ask him to stay for breakfast— and she always did after one of their post-break hookups.

Maybe this time really was different.

Spencer was just at the door again when she stopped him.

"Thank you," she said. Her voice was so small, he almost didn't hear it. "For bringing me home..."

But he paused, turned, and finally looked her in the eye.

He almost sunk to his knees right there...

Seeing her, arms crossed like she was trying to keep warm, as her head hung low and she looked up at him through sad, hooded eyelids...

It reminded him of the woman he fell in love with.

But in his peripheral, he saw the towel on the floor and was reminded of the woman who'd shattered his heart.

Spencer cleared his throat. Once upon a time he might have returned her thanks with, Anytime, but... Honestly he wasn't sure there could ever be another time. For his sanity, he'd have to avoid 'anytime' at all costs.

So, he settled on, "You're welcome."

He was glad to see her return his kind smile with one of her own, even if it was tainted with sadness, and a small wave goodbye.

Maybe this time it would stick.

Even still, as he closed the door behind him and made his way to the parking lot, for some reason it didn't quite feel like goodbye.

And some of that deadly smoke that settled in his lungs as he drove further and further away from her apartment was inclined to agree.

***

Neither of them could sleep that night.

While Spencer stared out the window of the jet, a little annoyed to be called out on a case so late but at least thankful for the distraction, Y/N laid in bed, staring at the stars on her ceiling.

The same constellation caught their eye.

Columba.

The Dove.

She hadn't even meant to arrange the stars like that, but one night after a date, they were laying in her bed and Spencer pointed out that the cluster of plastic stars right in the corner of the ceiling looked like Columba.

Y/N fondly remembered Spencer telling her about how it was originally named to represent Noah's dove, which searched for dry land during the great biblical flood and returned carrying an olive branch to make news of its recession— of peace at last.

The memory made her smile. It tugged at her heart and made her dreams of him even more vivid.

All the same, Spencer noticed the constellation outside the jet window and remembered that same night. The smile on her face as he told her the story, the feel of her fingers gliding softly over the bare skin of his forearm...

It was the first night since he'd met her that he thought it.

I love her...

He almost told her then, too, but he was afraid it was too soon. So he refrained.

Looking back, Spencer was starting to regret that— Maybe without that extra time together, breaking up would have been easier. But instead, he gave her more time. He gave himself more time to fall deeper in love with her, and in the end it still wasn't enough.

Now they were both looking at the same constellation, one made of plastic and the other of gas, wondering if their flood would ever recede.

And in the event that it did... Who would be the dove, and what would be their olive branch?

“You know I dream about getting back together in the future, I could focus on you. But if I leave right now, I hope that you don’t find someone that touches you the way that I do...”

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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TW: Panic Attack

"My love, are you alright?"

You weren't able to respond to him. Your voice wasn't something you wanted to contend with, not when your mind was whirling with thoughts. You just stared blankly ahead of yourself at the wall. If you moved, it would break the illusion that you had and you would break down.

If you tried to speak, you knew that it would cause your chest to cave in and everything would follow it.

The feeling that the walls were closing in and the world was going to fall on top of you would sink in like the heavy summer rainstorms of your childhood. You didn't want to break down in front of Saeran.

Saeran had the weight of the world actually on top of him. You didn't have that problem. All of the problems you had were wounds of the past that shouldn't have scared you and yet here you were, on the cusp of breaking down because one memory flooded to the forefront of your mind like clockwork.

Nails dug into your knees as you quietly rocked back and forth. Control, you thought. There was a need to control and suppress the panic. It was bleeding out by the minute. The only reason you knew Saeran was there was because he came to the bedtime after ending a phone call with Jumin and Jaehee.

He was trying to secure another line to see where Saeyoung could be. He was the one who could've had a panic attack and had an excuse for it. You'd no reason, you thought over and over. You had no reason ti be panicking and now you were going to worry him. The last thing he needed was to be worried tenfold.

If you worried him, he was going to focus on you.

If he focused on you, then he wasn't going to be able Saeyoung.

If he wasn't focused on his twin, then Saeyoung was going to get hurt since he wasn't any closer to be rescued.

If he got hurt, then Saeran wasn't going to be able to heal properly because he would blame himself for not being able to save him.

Your mind was a s huge wirling pit of thoughts that seemingly did not stop. It seemed like every outcome led into a worse outcome. You could not see anything that ended well. All you could see were things that would get worse and worse if you got in the way.

Too much, too much, too much, too much.

You didn't want to get in the way here. You just wanted to be supportive and be there for him. You didn't want your problems to get in the way of everything. You had been trying to keep all of yourself together throughout all of this for the sake of everyone around you and it was just too much.

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

If you could just keep yourself together for a little longer. If you could just keep going and going for a little longer. There would be a time for you to worry about yourself later. There would always be time for it but right now it just wasn't a good time.

So why couldn't you stop this feeling?

You felt hands press against you as the unease pooled closer and closer to the top of your chest again.

Jolting upright, you stared into a very familiar pair of light eyes that looked filled with concern. Saeran opened his mouth to say something but he hesitated. You couldn't feel anything except the dread, but his warm hands felt soft against yours. Something about it felt familiar to you for some reason.

"Breathe," he advised you.

You still felt clammy but your lungs agreed with his request. You drew in a breath. It was clumsy and you gasped, choking it down for what must have been the first time in minutes. Saeran took the time to guide you through your breaths, very methodically counting for you as you tried to get it under control.

You could breathe but it still felt so bad.

That was when the tears decided to ring their ugly head. You knew it was coming but you had no power to stop it. It was an ugly mess as you choked out a sob, feeling your body trembling and shaking for the first time in what felt like to be hours.

You shook your head, "Can't... can't... can't. I can't, Saeran."

"It's okay, my love," his voice was so soft as he unwrapped your fingers from your legs. He did not comment on how you had been clawing at the seams of your bottoms. He drew you into his arms and you just broke down and sobbed. You couldn't explain it, you couldn't tell him, but he was there for you.

You always had to be strong. You always had to be the bigger person. But it was so hard. It was so hard and you were so tired of the suffocating feeling. You felt like you should've been grateful for what you had and where you were, but at the moment, all you could think of was the shame of breaking down when everyone else had it worse than you.

What right did you have?

"You don't have to talk about it. I don't know what has upset you but I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you when you feel like this. If the best thing that I can do for you right now this hold you while you cry, I'm going to stay here as long as you need," he murmured.

Did you deserve that?

"You don't have to stay," you whimpered. Your hands clutched to the back of his shirt. At the same time, you felt peace with him so close but you didn't want to be selfish. "You're working so hard. I know what it means to you, Saeran. You're so close to finding him. I know you need all the time you can get. I'll figure something out. I'll be okay. I'll be fine."

"I don't want to get in the way. It's nothing. It's not a problem. You don't have to worry. I just need to cry it all out and then I'll be okay in the morning. You should go ahead and get some rest for the night. I'm okay. I promise."

It was at that moment why it struck you as familiar.

Ray had tried to do the same thing to you once before. He had tried to deflect everything because he felt like he didn't deserve to be cared about. It was why you had been able to comfort him in the first place. You knew what he was feeling personally and that's why it was so easy for you to handle it.

It wasn't the same thing when it came to yourself. It was easier when it was other people that needed help. It was never easy when it was yourself. It did always feel like everyone else's problems mattered so much more than yours.

"My love," his voice was much more firm this time. You didn't lose your grip on him but you did feel the way his thumb began to draw circles on your back. "Please don't think that my priority is only on my brother. I know in my heart that he is alive. I am sorry that I did not realize that it was so overwhelming for you as well."

"I I know that you have always been my rock. You have always been my guiding light. You're the reason that I have been able to survive all of this and not have a breakdown. I have been so caught up in our happiness and being free that I'm afraid that I did not notice how rough it has become for you."

"You don't need to hold back on my account. Please, don't pretend everything is okay when you want to cry. Tell me that you need me. Let me be the shoulder that you can cry on. Let me be that person for you that you were for me. My love, if you need to cry, cry. If it's not okay, tell me that it isn't. I want us to be honest with each other. You always let me confide in you, I want you to be able to confide in me. It is not a burden to me."

In many ways, you knew that he was right. You knew that he was right. But it didn't take away the shame that you felt in your heart. It was something that you had dealt with since you were very young. It wasn't going to go away in a day. Yet, to hear him confirm that it was okay to cry made you whimper more. When you were growing up, nobody told you that it was okay to cry.

You haven't had anybody back then to tell you that it was okay. You didn't have anybody that wanted to listen. Your voice was always silence and ignored. It was why you tried to be The Guiding Light for people. It was why you always tried to look out for others. Because you had never been looked out for.

In so many ways, your roles had been reversed.

It seemed like he had been able to learn for himself what you had been trying to learn for so very long but had been unable to master. That it was okay to confide and trust other people. So, for what it was worth, you clung to your lover as tightly as you could.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"My love, you have nothing to be sorry for. You're always caring for everyone. Let me take care of you now. I promise to protect your heart as you have cared for mine. Just let it all out... cry as you need. I'm staying."

And you wept as Saeran kept his promise.

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kthynes · 3 years

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ahuvati

Here’s a little something...

ze pairing: ari levinson x wife-!-reader

request: the reader is married to Ari Levinson and they have kids. When its the kids bedtime, they ask dad how he met mom

requested by: @maximeevansblog

word count: 1,455

warnings: None. Fluffy fluff. Just pure, sweet, wholesome family lovin’

a/n: so I did some research and I picked up on the term ahuvati which endearingly means (any Hebrew speakers correct me if I’m wrong) my beloved. Context wise, I want to make sure it’s being used in the right sense, so if it’s not please feel obligated to shout at me - my inbox is open.

I’m also constantly learning, evaluating and exercising mindfulness as much as possible and so with a small disclaimer I do want to preface that this story will not mention anything about religion or any political affiliations. This lil nugget is meant to exemplify a familial interaction that nurtures only the ideas of love. Okay? Okay.

so nonetheless, I hope you guys do enjoy this, leave whatever feedback you like - I’m accepting of all.

ALSO as I’m working on two other CE requests that I have pending in the cue and with those I am still open for some more requests, unless I say otherwise. So get creative if you wish and request away.

There is solace in the life you live now. It is fulfilling, retrospective, quiet and beautifully synchronized with all the imaginative thoughts of finally having that fairy tale kind of drift. This is all you. Him, the three children you have made together with tender, love, and care. The house that is now your forever home, where the walls are made of love and there are sweet memories that chalet you in to forget about the long-forgone days of pain and anguish. Everything came together in the most life altering way and for that, you are at peace and so is he.

“Alright c’mon, bedtime Ira.” You catch a hold of your fussy four-year-old who fails to get past you after an hour of playing cat and mouse.

“No mama, I want ice cream!” He squeals.

“We can have ice cream tomorrow.” You sternly add while propping the youngest on your hip. Your handsome little cherub deviously juts his bottom lip out in response, his cerulean blue eyes were as big as saucers, his tiny little hands grab a hold of your face to con you like always. “Don’t give me that look mister!”

He giggles in the crook of your neck as you both make your way up into the master bedroom where the other children and your husband Ari were all huddled around on the bed, sharing secrets, and having an unshakeable bond.

“Any room for us?” You ask and Ari looks up at you in a way that renders you breathless every time. Love does not come impartially for this man; it is unyielding and gracious. You take him in just as much as he takes you in and that is the vow of love. No one is freed from it and there is plenty to go around, there is a sense of promise and hospitability that comes with being together. You and Ari both value this as a sign of redemption, reconciliation and good karma that is meant to be passed down.

“Of course.” Ari turns to Stella and David, nudging them a little. “Let’s make room for mama and Ira.”

“Okay!” Both kids chirp as they scoot over on the large California king, that squeaks and throttles with every aggression of their overly exaggerated and excited movements. You make your way over to put Ira down first who immediately crawls into his fathers’ lap, leaving you to lay upwards next to David, the oldest, who snuggles closer to you for comfort. Your free hand pushes his long hair back that he wants to stubbornly grow out, just like papa, and kiss him lightly on his forehead, inhaling him was part of your motherly instinct.

“So, what story shall we read tonight?” You murmur while lulling your head towards Ari whose gaze never turns away from you. His eyes carefully scan the contours of your face some more, studying every crease, concern, and habit that you would form while in his wake. This time, without missing a beat, he notices you are absently chewing on the inside of your cheek, growing heavy lidded after spending a long day on your feet. So, he makes it up to you and shyly recalls something that has not been brought up before, not like this.

“Well, Stella and David want to know our story.” He relieves, poignantly grabbing your attention and allowing your heart flutter like the wings of an alpine hummingbird. The story of you and him, the coming together of ‘us’, is a saudade and saccharine recollection that you have no objections sharing with the kids. They deserve to know the love that their parents have for one another, the kind that they each deserve to have, expect, and cherish.

“Oh yeah?” Your voice goes up a dramatic pitch and this causes each child to giggle into the palm of their hands. Your eyes suddenly widen at the cheeky little monkey that titters in his papa’s lap, egging you on sight. “And what about you sir?”

You reach over to tickle the unassuming toddler who could not decipher much of the conversation but played along as well. There is a fresh slew of laughter, each echoing in different intervals and overlapping your inquisitive jabs. “Do you wanna know as well big man?”

Ira nods cutely, habitually suckling on his thumb to which Ari quietly notices and pushes his hand away from his mouth. While shaking his head, Ari whispers his afflictions and then presses a gentle, thank you kiss on the back of Ira’s hand, understandably being the best father and man, you could have ever imagined him to be. They share a small, seldom moment before our daughter pipes up next to him, eager with her own question but also respectful of when to interject.

“Please tell us papa! How did you meet mama?” Stella bounces up and down while giving him a gap tooth smile. She is silly but sensible like her mama, always asking the right questions, always so polite. She looks exactly like you, a mirror reflection. Not a single hair on her head is a different color and her smile just beautifully emulates like yours. They say that Stella is a Xerox copy of your melancholy and Ari thanks the heavens above for giving him a part of you like this.

Ari smiles at her that bring out the crows’ feet around his eyes, the attention he gives each child is unique and undivided. He peers down at her while the length of his middle finger gently brushes away the wisps of hair that messily frames her round face.

“What do say Y/N, should I tell them?” Ari panders a bit and upon hearing this, the kids get pushy, each pleading with their father to say something, looking to you for the pinning green light. You force a small, lighthearted laugh because you could have easily done the honors of singing your shared love song. But instead, you choose not to because Ari is a phenomenal storyteller, his mind is as beautiful as his unfettered soul, and so you let him sound his own horn for his children to harmonize and awe over.

“By all means.” You finally let up and the kids all chorus their cheers of ‘yays’ and ‘hoorays’. Ari is grinning like a madman and you shoot him a well ordained look that he has memorized all so well.

“I met your mama a long, long time ago and when I first saw her, I was so mesmerized by her beauty and grace.” Ari starts, addressing each of his children who are all smiling ear to ear, looking at you and then at their unwavering papa with their own wonderment that is so pure, it makes you tear up a little.

“Where did you see her papa?”

“That is a good question, Stella.” Ari taps her nose. “I saw her at this big and beautiful flower garden.”

He offers them a fraction of the truth because in hindsight, he could not tell his kids (not yet at least), that he met you while fighting a gruesome crusade in the heat of Sudan. He wanted to keep the story light and wholesome, ease into the metaphor of a prince meeting his princess. Something his children could keep in their hearts for the time being.

“By herself?” She quips.

Ari and you share a defeated laugh. “Yes, by herself.”

“Did you talk to her when you first saw her papa?” David, your sweet, charming seven-year-old asks while leaned up against you. Ari nods respectfully to his son who is wise beyond his years and always took his mother’s side.

“I did. I went up to her and I said ahuvati.”

“What even does that mean papa!” Stella scrunches up her face with confusion. Ari laughs under his breath and your cheeks hurt from all the smiling because you knew the ethereal exactness all too well. Hearing it once more brought all the sweetness back into your life again.

“It means my beloved.” Ari says this to you as a vow and a constant reminder.

“Wow!” Stella drawls and gasps, David smiles at this while humming himself to sleep. Ira wants Ari to rock him and as it gets torturously late, you decide to lazily read one more story before each eye shuts, leaving you and Ari to lie awake for some time.

In your shared room, there is a giant French door window with the curtains drawn back. The two of you silently watch the night sky turn from a beautiful shade of indigo to pitch black abyss, taking away the landscape of the vast French countryside and leaving you to be.

“Thank you.” Ari states while coming out of his own train of thought.

“For?”

“For always being my ahuvati.”

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harryhoney-bee · 3 years

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Hey bub!! I love your writing. I don’t know if your taking any requests or anything but if you are, could you write a little blurb about Harry and Y/N little girl having tantrums all day since she’s in her terrible twos age? Then at the end of the day Y/N and Harry finally settle her down and just cuddle on the couch and spend quality time with each other. Hope your having a great day/night. Love ya 🥰❤️

hi baby! Sorry, I took so long to answer you, but here it is, hope you like it. Love you, hope you had a good day <3

Word count: 1.3K

“(Y/n), could you please take her,” Asked Harry with a tired tone, Maya, the two-year-old on his arm, pout already placed in her angelical face, ready for another tantrum. “I need to answer emails and she just keeps screaming, I already tried giving her toys.”

It’s been like that all day, the phase of the terrible two was tiring, Maya was the sweetest baby, but sometimes she could just drop down on the floor, having full meltdowns because she didn't get to watch tv before bed. The past few months Maya’s been challenging (Y/n) and Harry at every second, she would find a reason to fight her parents no matter what.

If they didn’t let her run around naked? She would scream her lungs out. If they didn’t let her eat candy before dinner? She would lay down on the floor crying.

Of course, they were not bending to her wishes, (Y/n) more than anyone else was determined to teach Maya that she couldn’t and wouldn’t get things her way, normally Harry was the calmer one when it came to Maya’s tantrum, telling (Y/n) to take a breath while he talked to the girl, but even now Harry was annoyed, and that tells a lot about how stubbornly Maya was acting.

“Come on baby, let’s take a bath, it’s almost bedtime.” Said (Y/n) in an excited voice, trying another round of crying, she took Maya in her arms at the same time the girl started screaming.

“No bedtime, I want daddy.” Her little arms were fussing on (Y/n)’s body, trying not to be held. (Y/n) hated when this happened, she was her kid, why wouldn’t she want to spend time with her?.

The situation wasn't easy for Harry either, his eyes softened the moment he heard Maya calling for him.

“Maya, princess, you have to go with mommy now,'' cooed him, putting her curly hair behind her ear. “ Mommy is so fun, you love bathing with her.” Harry met (Y/n)’s eyes, a quiet 'im sorry’. He knows (Y/n) felt hurt whenever Maya rejected her like that.

“It’s just a phase” He would say, trying to smooth this wife out.

"I will even put bubbles baby! Let's go, say bye to daddy," (Y/n) smiled, looking at her daughter's face, no pout in it, just a smile.

"Bubbles, mommy?" Asked the girl, happiness in her eyes, she always loved bubble baths. "Can we play with Nemo too?"

"Of course!" Nemo was her rubber fish creatively named by harry.

"Bye angel, daddy will read you a story later," Said Harry, kissing Maya's hair and winking at (Y/n).

When they found a smart way to manage Maya's tantrums they would always wink at each other, a way to say 'we are a team and we did it!'

(Y/n) brought the little girl to the bathroom while Harry went to his office to finish his work, in a peaceful place now that Maya wasn't with him.

Since they had Maya the couple almost couldn't spend time alone, they were always working at each other's offices in the house, trying to keep the little girl entertained.

Today was one of the days they barely spoke, the day was chaotic and Maya was fussy, hopefully, they would get some alone time later.

"The water is warm baby, come on," (Y/n) placed the little girl in the bath, giving her Nemo, while also handing her other small toys so she could stay still while (Y/n) washed her beautiful hair.

"Mommy, I want the bunny book." Said the girl while splashing water around, (Y/n) splashed some on her back, making the girl laugh.

"When daddy is done he's gonna read it to you, don't worry, angel." She was almost done with her hair, a few more minutes and she would be squeaky clean, maybe (Y/n) could let her play some extra minutes to tire her out so that she would sleep more easily.

Maya was so cute when she was playing. At the moment she was doing a fish race with all of her toys, (Y/n) saw that her eyes were getting heavy. Harry was probably almost done so it was time to dry Maya's hair and put her in new pajamas.

"We are all done, Maya," said (Y/n) with a pink towel in hand, ready to wrap the girl from the cold. "Let's get out and put on some warm clothes."

The moment (Y/n) said those words, Maya started crying

"No! I don't wanna." Said the girl, not letting (Y/n) take her off the tub. "Wanna stay here.”

(Y/n) really didn't have the patience to deal with her anymore. "Maya, stop it, there is a time for everything, and now it's time to get ready for bed."

At the same time Maya started crying harder, Harry appeared at the door.

"Hey, what's wrong, why is she crying again?." Asked Harry, looking from one girl to another.

"Well, your child is being very difficult right now." Whispered (Y/n) to Harry so Maya wouldn't hear her.

"My child, huh?" Asked Harry playfully. "Why don't you go downstairs and turn on Netflix and I’ll take care of her, she must be tired." He suggested kissing his wife forehead, trying to calm her down.

"Are you sure? I can he–"

"No, love, you can go, me and Maya are gonna read some stories right, Maya?"

At the mention of her name Maya stopped crying, she looked at Harry with teary eyes. "The bunny book, daddy?"

"Yes, the bunny book, but only if you apologize to mommy for being stubborn," He said, taking Maya off the bathtub and putting the towel around her body.

"I'm sorry mommy," mumbled the girl looking down, now in Harry's arms, her little curls all over the place.

"It's alright baby, mommy loves you so much." (Y/n) gave her a kiss on her wet cheek. "Now daddy's gonna get you ready and you will read the bunny story!" Cheered (Y/n) to the little girl, who smiled back.

"Let's go to your room, princess," Harry said, now looking at (Y/n), winking at her. "And I'll see you downstairs."

And with that Harry left the bathroom with Maya in his arms, (Y/n) decided to brush her teeth while she was in the bathroom and go down to the living room.

She turned the TV on, putting on a nice and light movie while she laid down, waiting for Harry, a big and soft duvet wrapped around her body. The night was a bit chilly so she couldn't wait to feel Harry's warm body against her.

"So you started the movie without me, how rude," (Y/n) heard Harry saying from behind her, his voice soft, "Not even Caesar was betrayed like that."

He sat on her side, putting his arm around her shoulder bringing her closer, his finger gently caressing her skin.

"It's Nothing Hill, Harry, you know all the lines," Teased (Y/n), placing her head on his shoulder. "How was Maya? I didn't hear a peep, so I guess everything was okay?'

"Yes, she went down without a fight. After page 2 she was snoring just like her mom." Laughed Harry mirroring (Y/n) and putting the duvet around his body, holding his wife's hips so she could straddle him.

"I don't snore!" (Y/n) protested a pout on her face. "Neither do Maya."

"Be real baby, you snore, but it's ok because I love all the sounds you make," said Harry suggestively, biting her lips softly.

"Oh I love this part,'' said Harry suddenly, fixing his eyes on the TV. (Y/n) didn't care to move her head, letting it rest on her husband's chest.

"Tired baby? Don't wanna watch it?" Asked Harry, stroking her hair, his other hand on her back.

"Yes, but you can watch, I’m just gonna take a nap." Whisper (Y/n) against Harry's body. "I’m sorry, I know it's been some time since we don't spend quality time–"

"Don't be silly, love whenever moment I spend with you is amazing, ok? Go take a nap, today was a hard day."

(Y/n) did as she was told, slowly drifting to sleep at the background noise of the tv.

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moonlightlullaby · 3 years

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no celebrations?

summary: Corpse and reader celebrate his birthday in the most chill way. Based on this lovely request (ty again for sending it!)

pairing: corpse husband x gn! reader

category: fluff

warnings: food ingestion; alcohol ingestion; loads of physical touch (let me know if I forgot to mention anything)

A/N: Hello (: This is such a lovely concept, I just couldn’t wait to get started hehe Also, I got a bit carried away and just went with it, so I’m really sorry if that’s not what you’d pictured. I do hope you enjoy it tho <3 Take care!

word count: 2.4k

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Walking into our shared bedroom, I catch the sight of Corpse exiting the bathroom. As our eyes lock, my lips curl up tiredly and a long sigh I didn’t even know I’ve been holding finally frees itself. He sits on the edge of our bed and extends his hand to me. When I take it, he pulls me so I stand in the space between his legs.

“How was the day?” he asks with both of his hands on my waist.

I hum, quirking a brow and tilting my head a bit “At least tomorrow - you know, the most unspecial, completely ordinary day of the year -” this earns a giggle from my boyfriend “is Sunday and I can just ignore all of that” I wave my hand in the direction of the adjacent room, where my laptop - filled with texts, assignments, spreadsheets and appointed Zoom calls - is.

At my words, Corpse wraps his arms around my figure, pulls my body even closer to him and plants a kiss on my stomach through my shirt. My hands, in turn, caress his upper back and soft hair.

Coming in contact with the string of his eyepatch in the process, I lean back slightly, which causes him to shoot up at me with a small frown and pouty lips. He sits still, though, as I carefully remove his eyepatch, and, while his eyes are still closed, I give each of his lids a peck. He smiles and tilts his head up to meet my lips in a long, tender and effortless kiss. Oh finally.

The idea of quarantining together was welcomed as a blessing by both of us. It meant more time spent together after all. However, with my school and work demands and Corpse’s irregular schedule, we still barely see each other throughout the day in spite of being a few feet apart from one another. And when bedtime rolls in, we’re both so exhausted all we can do is mumble words that could be counted in the fingers of one hand before drifting off. This, of course, when my boyfriend doesn’t stay up until dawn working. Don’t get me wrong, I’m his number 1 fan and admire his passion and all the hard work he puts in everything he sets his mind to, but I’m also not going to lie and say I don’t miss his warmth at night. Hence I want to devote this Sunday to him.

After a while, I break the silence “I’ll be right back.”

I let go of his hold and take my turn to use the bathroom. After doing my night routine, brushing my teeth and getting into my cozy pajamas, I walk back in the dark room and lie down, settling myself back in Corpse’s hug like two puzzle pieces matching together.

~~~~~

The excitement for a new day - not any day, no, but August 8th - washes over me as soon as I open my eyes and get a glimpse of the sleepy boy next to me.

A couple of minutes go by as I contemplate on getting up, torn between prolonging our cuddling for some more and doing something to show Corpse my appreciation for him. The latter wins and I, cautious not to wake him up, slowly unwrap my arms from him and step out of the bed. Drawing the curtains to make sure the summer daylight doesn’t disturb his peaceful state of mind, I make my way out of the room and to the kitchen.

Wondering what to make for breakfast, I take a good look around until my eyes catch the plethora of fruits we’ve bought a few days ago. Fruit salad it is.

Corpse has, for as long as we’ve known each other, made it very clear he isn’t too fond of his anniversary and similar celebrations - and, even if he hadn’t explained it to me, it’s rather evident how uncomfortable they make him. This year, his friends’ and especially his fans’ hype for the date - although unintentionally - has added an extra layer of unease to it all, to which I don’t intend to contribute.

Even though I don’t want to make matters worse and would never overstep his boundaries like this (because, thankfully, I’m not Betty Cooper and he isn’t Jughead Jones), I still want to celebrate Corpse. I want to celebrate his birth and his existence, which I’m immensely grateful for. He’s both the best friend I can confide in blindly and the lover I want to share my lifetime with. He sticks to his truth and dreams higher than I could ever imagine. He turns the darkness in the world and in his mind into light with his words and with his laugh. Having him in my life is one of the best things to ever happen to me and seeing him fly makes me more proud than I can put into words.

There’s a lot to toast to, so the solution is a celebration that is so smooth and so chill - the smoothest and most chill possible - that it doesn’t even feel like one. Just log off and enjoy a laid back day together.

As I chop a kiwi and make a mental list of fun and uncomplicated things we can do that don’t require much time and many skills, in walks Corpse, in an old white tee which is one too many sizes bigger than him and in his black sweatpants. He rubs his eyes and lets a raspy “good morning”.

“Mornin- wow! They really weren’t lying when they said when you hit 24, hotness knocks at your door”

He chuckles and shakes his head “No one’s said that”

“Well, then consider yourself the muse of a new proverb, baby”

He scrunches up his nose in response before grabbing the cup of orange juice I’d placed on the counter and taking a gulp.

“Thank you” he turns my face and gives me an orange-flavoured kiss, neither of us having ever really cared about morning breath.

“For calling you hot? Oh save it to when I’m done with the list of cheesy compliments I have for you” I take a grape and before I can get it in my mouth, he steals it, with wrinkles on the corner of his eyes.

“Then we’d be here for eternity!” he’s not wrong.

Corpse helps me put the fresh fruits in bowls and, with them and our juice cup in hand, we head to the balcony. Sitting next to each other, we calmly eat, take in the light blue sky and the cars and passersby changing the scenery ahead of us. Conversation flows naturally.

As we empty our bowls - after stealing many bits from each other -, I twist in my seat and face him “Hey, Corpse, do you see this?” I point to the very prominent and familiar dark circles under my eyes. “Wanna help me get rid of them?” I ask, knowing damn well it’d take a lifetime for them to actually go away and not giving up regardless.

~~~~~

The bathroom is filled with chatter and laughter and the sink, with hair clips, scrunchies, a sharpie, bowls, hair products and a towel. Corpse hisses as our cool homemade face mask comes in contact with his skin. His curly hair is pushed back and held by a blue hairband and I apply the mask to his face, making sure not to leave any spots uncovered. Well, that’s what I’m trying to do, which becomes an unnecessarily challenging task when my lovely partner can’t be still for more than two seconds.

He kept switching between dancing to Soulmate, by Mac Miller, and mouthing its lyrics. Now that I got him - after a small threat that I wouldn’t hesitate putting this weird mix we made in his pretty mouth - to keep his lips together, the (adorable, admittedly) swaying, however, continues. He stops momentarily, only to shuffle things around right after.

Something cold touches my skin, making it my turn to let out a hiss this time. The sound is accompanied by a small jump, caused by the surprise. Corpse chuckles and, when I glance at the spot on my arm the cold thing came in contact with, I realize it’s just the sharpie. All he does is give me a mischievous smile.

While I keep massaging his face and covering it with the mask, Corpse litters my body with his drawings. Smiley faces, lightning bolts, hearts, clouds... his repertoire is vast and any exposed skin he can find becomes his canvas. Each line causing me to giggle and shudder a little. With him focused on his creations, it’s 10 times easier for me to complete my task.

“Alright, my turn” he states, smiling, and I’m quick to grab the sharpie.

As he adjusts a matching hairband on my head, I put a dainty heart on his neck. And, as he takes the bowl in his hands, I swiftly plant a kiss on top of the drawing. At this, he sighs in content and my chest gets warmer.

I soon understand how hard it was for him to stay still as Stay comes on and all I want to do is have a little karaoke session and dance. Corpse entertains himself with my struggle and, because it’s his birthday, I’ll let it slide. So, to make the whole process easier, instead of focusing on the song, I focus on the gorgeous face in front of me. A beautiful face to a beautiful soul.

One of the various perks of sharing an apartment with Corpse is I get to see this face in all ways: sleepy, completely clean - no makeup, no mask -, all wrinkled in the morning, red when he’s embarrassed or when he laughs too hard… His laughter. Its sound pulls me from my trance “You’re staring, y/n”

“Well, at least I wasn’t moving around, Corpse” I reply with squinted eyes and nudge his side playfully.

We begin collecting the things scattered across the sink and storing them in the cabinet, and the song comes to an end, giving way to Dang!

“How long do we keep these on?”

I hum at the question and check the playlist on shuffle on my phone “How does 5 minutes and 2 seconds sound?”

Facing him, his grin mirrors mine and he spins me around. We laugh and allow ourselves to be as goofy as possible, jamming and moving our limbs around with a green paste on our faces.

~~~~~

After washing off the masks in the shower and painting our nails - so we’re both rocking the black nail polish look -, we’ve set our minds to - finally - finish the puzzle we started two months ago. It’s a 90’s anime setting inspired composition and we’d gotten about 40% of it done before our schedules got more hectic and the game, well, pushed aside. For weeks, the pieces sat on the ground of our living room and silently judged us every time either of us stepped to the side, as we crossed the room, in order not to crush them.

Sitting around the puzzle with comfy clothes, we team up against it and indulge in the wine Corpse’s got us and the hawaiian pizza I’ve ordered.

As the picture comes more and more to life, moments of comfortable silence and of chattery - when we talk about anything from our shopping list and gossip about our neighbours’ lives to parallel universes and the matrix - follow one another. A different playlist on shuffle is our background noise.

Time flies and the sun’s already hidden when it clicks to us that there are only 5 pieces left. Each piece is fitted in the whole with a giddier feeling than the previous. Corpse picks the last one - deep blue with purple and black specks - and turns to me with an excited smile and an eager gaze that I’m sure are mirrored on my face. I nod encouragingly. He places it in the puzzle and celebratory sounds fill the room.

Corpse stretches his arms and pulls me in a hug, but, since we’re both kneeling and because of the distance between us, we end up falling and lying on the ground in rather uncomfortable positions.

“Come on, puzzle, that was easy breezy! Gotta step up your game if you really wanna challenge this duo right here!”

“Oh for sure!” Corpse squeaks as we laugh at our nonsensical brag.

After a moment while we catch our breath, he rubs my back and speaks, pulling my attention to him “Not that I’m not loving this position, but what if we watched some Drag Race?”

Is this man real? If I couldn’t feel his heart beating under me or his arms around my figure, I’d be sure he’s just a figment of my imagination. “But it’s your b- don’t you wanna choose something you like more? Li-”

“Nope,” he boops my nose “Drag Race, or maybe Love Island, would be great right now.” And people still dare say the perfect man doesn’t exist!

“You’re such a dream!” I give him a quick peck before continuing “Ok, so I put on the show and you get more wine…?” He hums in approval and stands up. Our eyes briefly jump from each other to the puzzle and back to each other, then we simply nod. A silent agreement to leave the puzzle here. We’re both too lazy to put all the pieces back in the box and too proud of our achievement to let it go just yet; besides, everything’s been sitting here for about two months, what are a few more hours?

He steps to the side, gets our glasses and makes his way to the kitchen. I lie on the couch and scan Netflix for Drag Race. Corpse comes back, placing the glasses next to the couch, and gently lies down on top of me. He nests his head on my chest and we both hum contently.

While RuPaul announces what the winner’s prize will be, I play with his hair, letting my fingers knead his curls. His right hand flies up to meet mine and I bring our intertwined hands to my lips, peppering his knuckles with kisses. The gesture is cut by a loud laugh that escapes my lips as miss Vanjie Mateo’s iconic moment replays on the screen.

“Hey,” Corpse’s voice makes me look right back at him “I love you. You know that, right?”

My heart melts at his words and at the way he’s looking at me right now. I nod with a smile.

“I love you too, birthday boy.”

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Both of You

Tony x Reader based on this request!

Warnings: mention of nightmares

Word Count: 1803

a/n: This one makes me feel warm inside. We're just pretending Pepper does not exist because any mention of killing her off is too sad for me to deal with right now. Tony deserves happiness. Featuring The Best Day by Taylor Swift.

Also, I'm currently working on a Reid request, two Steve fics, and an idea I had for Bucky, but somehow this one was the one that got me motivated.

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You were relaxing, aka being forced to recover from a gunshot wound before going on any more missions, on the couch in the living room for the third night in a row. To say you were absolutely bored would be underselling it.

You spent the past few days alone roaming the compound because everyone else was out on missions. Typically this would mean hanging out with Morgan, but Happy's been monopolizing her time.

You were just about to start another movie when your phone started ringing.

"Where are you?" The voice was desperate.

"Nice to hear from you Happy. How are you, today?" You sassed him back.

"Y/N, I'm serious." His tone put you on high alert.

"I'm in the main living room, what happened?" You sat up from the couch, ready to come to him at a moments notice.

"I'm in the elevator, I'll explain in a minute." He hung up before you could ask any follow up questions.

You were up and standing at the elevator in no time, anxiously awaiting Happy's arrival.

After what felt like an eternity, he emerged from the elevator carrying a sleeping Morgan in his arms. He walked past you to set her on the couch before explaining.

"May had a bit of an emergency, I need to go pick her up. She's fine, just a little shaken up. Can you watch Morgan?" You could see the lingering fear in his eyes.

"Of course. Please, let me know if there's anything else I can do!" You spoke in a fast whisper, getting the words out quickly but quietly to account for Happy already boarding the elevator and Morgan still asleep in the living room.

"I'll call you if anything else happens."

And with that he was gone.

You made your way back into the living room while trying to decide if you should bring Morgan back up to her bed. She would sleep better there, but you might wake her up on the way.

You were just about to pick her up when she let out a strangled sob.

"Morgan?" She still appeared to be asleep, but her face showed fear. "Morgan, honey, wake up."

You spoke gently while running a hand soothingly through her hair. Despite your best efforts, she woke with a start. Her little fingers balled into fists, tears pooling in her eyes before you could say anything.

"Morgan, it's okay! You're okay. I'm here." You gathered her in your arms to rock her back and forth. "You're okay. Everything's okay."

You continued rocking her back and forth while whispering words of affirmation until her crying stopped.

"I- I want my- my dad." She hiccuped.

"Oh sweetheart, he's not home right now." It broke your heart to disappoint her. "Do you wanna tell me when you dreamed about?"

She nodded slowly, but clung to your arms.

"I had a bad dream." You could tell she was till scared. "There was a monster and he took Peter away!" She was getting worked up again.

"Peter's fine, baby. Do you want me to call him?" You spoke softly while reaching into your pocket for your phone.

She nodded solemnly. "With video, please."

"Of course, honey."

It didn't take long for you to facetime Peter. You could only hope that he would answer on the first try. While it rung, you angled the phone against a candle on the table to include you and Morgan in the frame.

"Hi Ms. Y/N- oh! Hi Morgan!" Peter's cheerful voice rung through the living room.

"Hi Pete!" Morgan's voice matched Peter's cheerfulness, but you could still tell she was shaken up.

"See, baby. Peter's okay." You gently prodded her mind to accept that the dream was just that, a dream.

"Petey, I'm so glad you're okay! I was so scared." She ignored your comment, but you could tell the call was helping her.

"Oh Morgan, did you have another nightmare? I'm sorry! You can always call me whenever you need to. I promise." He did well to cheer up the young girl.

You sat back against the couch, just listening to Morgan and Peter conversing for the next hour or so.

"Alright, I think we've got to try to go back to bed now. Say goodbye to Peter."

Morgan pouted, but didn't put up much of a fight.

"Bye Petey! I love you!" She called happily, the nightmare all but forgotten.

"Bye Morgan, I love you too. Bye, Ms. Y/N!" Peter called out.

"Bye, Peter." You smiled as you hung up the phone. "Let's get you up to bed."

"Nooo!" She whined. "Can I just lay down here with you?"

You knew you were a goner the minute she started pouting. With a sigh, you easily gave in to her demands. "Yes, but you still have to sleep."

"Yay! Can you sing to me?" She laid down on the couch, putting her head in your lap.

"Sure, sweetheart. What song?" You began running your hand over her hair in an attempt to calm her down.

"The one about being 5 and having a good day!"

You let out a small chuckle at her description, but you knew the song she meant.

"I'm five years old, it's getting cold. I've got my big coat on. I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, and run and run."

As soon as you started singing, she closed her eyes and stopped moving around. You didn't really believe her, but she's always said your voice makes her feel calm inside.

"Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides, look now, the sky is gold. I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home."

You were so intently focused on Morgan, that you didn't hear the elevator doors opening and closing just down the hall.

*In the elevator*

"Someone's singing?" Steve phrased it as a question, but he knew he could hear it as the elevator moved up a few floors.

"Who?" Tony, although uninterested, asked.

"I hear it too!" Bucky chimed in, feeling weirdly at peace just from hearing the melody.

Everyone else in the elevator strained their ears to hear the voice, but came up empty until the elevator doors opened.

Slowly, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Nat, Sam, and Wanda piled out of the elevator.

"I don't know why all the trees change in the fall, but I know you're not scared of anything at all."

"Y/N..." Tony whispered, so as not to disturb you.

"Why would she be singing?" Wanda questioned. You always refuse to sing karaoke with them, so it doesn't make sense to her that you would be singing to yourself in the middle of the compound.

Suddenly, a much younger voice joined in on the song.

"Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away, but I know I had the best day with you today."

"Hey, missy. You promised me you'd try to sleep. That means no singing, just listening." Tony felt his smile grow as you playfully scolded his daughter.

"Sorry! Sorry, I'll be quiet." Morgan promised.

The group of Avengers listened as you began singing again. They slowly made their way toward the living room, moving silently so you wouldn't hear them and stop singing.

"There is a video I found from back when I was three. You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me."

Tony was just far enough past the doorway to peak over the edge of the couch. The sight of Morgan curled up in your lap made his heart flutter.

"It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarfs. And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world."

The entire group of Earth's mightiest heroes wore matching expressions of complete and utter adoration watching you sing to Morgan.

Tony silently gestured for the rest of the group to leave, ultimately staring them down until they did so. He watched as you sang the rest of the song, stroking her hair until she fell into a restful sleep.

"I didn't know if you knew, so I'm taking this chance to say: that I had the best day with you today."

You hummed a bit to ensure Morgan was asleep before you stopped singing entirely.

Tony realized you were going to pick her up, so he softly cleared his throat to gain your attention as he walked around the couch.

The soft smile on his face warmed your heart.

"Hi Tony." You greeted him as he picked up his daughter. "She'll be glad you're home." You decided to leave out the heartbreaking detail of her tears and broken cries for her father.

"Where's Happy?" He questioned lightly.

"C'mon, I'll tell you on the way." You grabbed Morgan's stuffed Iron Man from the couch and started toward the elevator.

"Happy had to go pick up May. He said she was fine, but it was some sort of emergency." You spoke quietly so as not to disturb Morgan.

"Thank you for watching her." Tony couldn't hide the smile that grew on his face at the thought of you and Morgan being so close. "Even if you kept her up way past her bedtime." He added playfully.

"She was actually asleep when Happy brought her down. He was probably going to take her with him if he couldn't find me." You felt yourself start to smile just from looking at Morgan in Tony's arms.

"What happened?" Your smile fell at the memory of Morgan's tear stained face.

"She had a nightmare. Something about a monster hurting Peter." You couldn't stop your eyes from welling up at the memory of how scared and upset Morgan was. "She's okay now though. We talked to Peter for a while on facetime. Well, Morgan talked to Peter. I just rocked her back and forth so she'd stop crying."

"My poor baby." He pressed a kiss to Morgan's forehead, lingering close to her. "Thank you for helping her with that."

"Of course, Tony. She's a brilliant little girl. You're doing a great job raising her."

You let out a small chuckle when you suddenly realized neither of you pushed the button for the residential floor.

Tony laughed as well when you leaned forward to push the button.

You walked with him to Morgan's room, helping to tuck her and her stuffed toy into bed. Just as you gently closed the door, Tony cleared his throat again.

"Y/N, I really mean it. Thank you for being there for her. It means a lot to me." Tony's face show a rare vulnerable side as he spoke. "You mean a lot to me."

"Oh, Tony. You mean a lot to me too." You glanced back at Morgan's bedroom. "Both of you."

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midnightsukki · 3 years

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babysitting.

bakugou x f!reader

warnings: swearing(minor), ooc bc writing for bakugou is hard asf and i’ve yet to do any character studies for any of them — i just really wanted to write this </3

“he’s what?” you ask, sitting up on your bed, your phone pressed against your ear.

“a villain did it and now he won’t stop asking for you — y/n please come collect him.” kirishima begs, you can hear whines and yells in the background.

“let me get this straight.” you slide out of your bed, fitting your loose shoes on and grabbing the jacket hanging off your doorknob as you leave your dorm room. “you guys snuck out of the dorms and off campus for a snack, ran into a villain, then tried to fight it — which you know bakugou isn’t allowed to do since he doesn’t have his license. and the villain turned him into a five year old?” you pause to pull your hoodie over your head to protect your body from the cold nip in the air before continuing. “and now bakugou is asking for me personally? that doesn’t make sense, he practically hates me.”

“he likes you a whole lot more than you think, y/n.” kirishima interrupts. well that’s confusing, your hotheaded classmate was always arguing with you.

“yeah, sure.” you scoff, hopping down the stairs. “i’m almost there —“

you’re interrupted by an explosion coming from down the hall and you wince. you hear kirishima yelling at bakugou through the phone, something about how throwing fits isn’t manly. the further you walked down the hallway, the more you heard the yelling from outside of your phone. after silently hanging up, you raise your fist to knock on bakugou’s dorm room, getting one knock down before the wooden door is thrown open. denki smiles at you, a look of relief washing over him as he pulls you in.

“thank god —“

“y/n!” bakugou’s squeaky voice screams and you glance past denki at the messy dorm. the small, blonde child races towards you, a bright smile on his face as he grabs your leg. his arms wrap around your knee, his hands gripping your pajama bottoms.

“what the hell — he just,” sero gapes at bakugou’s sudden change in mood.

“what? the three of you couldn’t handle one five year old?” you tease, smiling at the three boys.

“he’s like the devil!” denki exclaims and bakugou sticks his tongue out at him before turning to hide his face in your leg, denki rolls his eyes.

“y/n.” bakugou tugs at your pant leg slightly to get your attention and you bend down to his height. the toddler fiddles with his fingers nervously, pulling at the oversized skull shirt he was wearing, no doubt the one he was wearing before his transformation. “marry me.”

you blink, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth. you open your mouth but nothing comes out, you’re speechless from shock. however, the group of boys were not. they desperately tried to hold back their giggles, failing miserably when denki lets out a snort, igniting the fits of laughter and you shoot them all a look.

“y/n!” the young blonde drags out your name in a whine and you look back at him, his bottom lip tucked out in a pout.

“bakugou, you’re too young.” you explain softly, placing your hand on his small shoulder. “ask me when you’re older, alright?”

this made the small boy really excited, a wide toothy grin replaces his pout and you stand up straight.

“oh? when he’s older? care to explain, y/n?” denki adds, raising an eyebrow as he places his arm over your shoulder in a friendly manner only to have bakugou kick him harshly in the shin.

“don’t touch her! she’s my wife! you’re not cool enough!” bakugou’s squeaky voice exclaims.

“it’s not like he’s going to remember when he goes back to normal, it’s just to calm him down. also you deserved that.” you shrug at denki’s scoff of disbelief, pulling your phone from your pocket. “we have to tell aizawa.”

“no no no —“

“we’ll get into so much trouble —“

your phone is snatched out of your hand by sero’s tape before you could even unlock it and you scoff. “what are we supposed to do? we have classes tomorrow and who knows when bakugou returns to normal!”

“we can figure it out tomorrow if he hasn’t changed back by then.” kirishima suggests and you sign, looking down at bakugou who yawns.

“fine. but if he doesn’t change back, i was never here.” all three boys nod, relieved and you bend down to the toddlers height again. “it’s your bedtime.”

bakugou’s eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head no. “i’m not tired! i want to play with you!”

“it’s late —“

“no! play with me!” bakugou interrupts and you raise your eyebrow.

“well i’m tired and i want to sleep. get the boys to play with you.” you reply, noticing bakugou’s gasp as he glares at his friends.

“i don’t like them!” you bite back a laugh as you glance at his friends, each sporting a different irritated look at the five year old. “i like you!”

he wasn’t going to give up on playing with you so you sigh tiredly, running a hand through your hair. “fine. let’s play.” you give in.

bakugou grabs your hand and pulls you further into his room, rambling about playing hero and saving you. you glance at the other boys, they’re sleepier than you, having to deal with five year old bakugou’s rage before you got there must’ve tired them out.

you would’ve let them go sleep if they sneak out of the dorms for someone as little as a snack, instead you call out to them. “i’m not doing this alone. come play hero with us.”

“you guys are the villains!” bakugou exclaims, pointing a stubby finger at them and you nod.

playtime didn’t last long, the excitement of having you there and playing together tired bakugou out quickly. you’re surprised he lasted longer than the others, each passed out around the room: kirishima on the couch, sero up against the wall, and denki sprawled out on the floor. you suppress a yawn as bakugou crawls next to you, rubbing his tired eyes and you sigh, picking him up carefully. you place him on his bed, letting him crawl under the covers himself. it was around 2:25am and you figured you should get back to your own dorm before anyone wakes up.

“y/n.” bakugou grabs your sleeve, tugging you closer to him and you sit on the edge of his bed. “don’t go.”

“i have to. i’ll see you tomorrow, don’t worry!” you flash him a smile and he shakes his head.

“tell me a bedtime story.” he demands and you nod, too tired to argue with him.

“slide over, bud.” you sit next to him on his bed, lifting your feet so they’re on the bed, over the covers. he tucks into your side and for a moment, you forget that he’s a classmate of yours who’s been affected by a quirk. you tell a story that your own parents used to tell you all the time before bed and before you knew it, you both dozed off into a well deserved sleep.

the first one to wake up was you, slowly blinking as you look around the unfamiliar room. the three boys that were sleeping on the floor were gone, the room seemingly empty. this definitely was not your dorm, your tired mind trying to remember how you got here. your neck ached from the awkward sitting position you slept in so you try to sit up more to relief tension off your poor neck. you freeze when the unnoticed figure hums and pulls you closer by the arm around your abdomen. you look down to see normal aged bakugou, his face had a peaceful expression instead of his normal scowl. you couldn’t doubt how attractive he was, your hidden crush on him was small and unnoticed by everyone, including yourself. suddenly the memories of last night came back in a rush, the quirk that turned bakugou into a five year old, his odd affection towards you, his question about marriage. you doubt he’d remember any of it, you hoped he didn’t.

trying not to wake him, you shift on the bed, failing to pry his iron grip off of you without waking him up. you really didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of bakugou waking up to you, yet you slowly realize you might have to for him to let go of you. you try to ignore the way your heart picks up when the blonde boy pulls you closer, his body heat warming you up. a small noise came from the boy and you froze, tensing up.

“stop moving so much, it’s early.” he hums, his voice raspy from sleep and your face flushes.

“y-you’re awake.” you squeak out and he scoffs, a smirk growing across his lips, not sitting up.

“no shit.”

“i can explain — kirishima and denki and sero were here and they needed my help so i —“

“i know. i remember.” he rubs your side softly, opening his eyes to look at you when he finally sits up. “you know, i’m older now.”

he remembers. the knowing look in his eyes makes your face flush, the smirk on his lips grow.

“so, when do you want to plan the wedding?”

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