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keiwook · 10 months

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WAKING ZB1 UP WITH KISSES

pairing zb1 (ot8) x gn!reader

genre fluff

note omg my first emoji anon ⁉️ thank you sm for liking my works and congrats on being my first emoji anon !! i hope you enjoy this 💕

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— zhang hao

there’s two types of people in this world; one that’ll get annoyed if you wake them up and one that’ll be absolutely fine to be woken up

and then theres hao, confused 😦

his head is in another universe right after waking up

where, who, what? he doesn’t know either

you decided to kiss him awake cuz why not <3

hao sat up, hair messy and sticking up to random places

he takes a glance at you, slowly taking in the fact that he was easily woken by kisses

knitting his eyebrows together, his facial expression perplexed 🧐

“why were you kissing me when i was asleep? i can’t kiss you back like that..”

— sung hanbin

so HECKING happy

wakes up instantly ‼️

but he acts like he’s still asleep just for more kisses

it worked for a bit until he couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot

he can’t even muster out a sentence without giggling

insists you wake him up like this every single day

he also does the same for you 🫶

“i’m still a bit sleepy, you should give me another kiss.”

— seok matthew

this man is a 50/50

maybe he’ll wake up, maybe he won’t ; let’s test the chances today !

you place a kiss to his forehead, his nose, his cheek–

suddenly, you feel strong arms pull you towards him and both of your lips connect

jokes on you ! he was already awake

he’s grinning so hard rn

right when you thought he was gonna actually wake up, he falls right back asleep

holding you in a tight embrace so you are forced to sleep with him

“that was fun. okay, time for bed!”

— shen ricky

he’s confused at first

once he realises you were kissing him awake, it’s over for him 😊

his entire face and ears covered in hues of pink

ricky tries keeping his cool, acting annoyed and pulling the blanket over his head to avoid embarrassing himself

“don’t do that, it’s too early!”

when you do actually stop, he’s becomes a bit sad

he finally sits up and looks to you whom has a bright smile

a bit hesitant but he musters up all the courage he has to ask for more kisses (in his own way ofc 🤞)

“…ugh, fine. you can keep kissing me..”

— park gunwook

another shy one !

but he’s mostly giggly abt it

he won’t let you stop, he WILL ask for more and will not let you miss a single spot on his face

“one more kiss, please!”

he’s too cutie patootie for you to decline 🥹

also, he doesn’t want to be woken up by any other way now

he might take naps on purpose just for kisses

his whole day is made and once he feels like he can take on anything for the rest of the day 💪

“you missed a spot here, kiss it please!”

— kim taerae

if lovestruck was a man; it’s him

you are literally his muse 🎼

the moment your lips fall onto his face

his eyes flutter open to see you infront of him

to others, you may look a bit messy, face somewhat puffy from just waking up

but to him, you were the equivalent of an angel that fell from heaven

+ you kissing him awake; god, he was so inlove..

his dimples showing as he smiles from your soft touches, the natural light from the window shining over his delicate features

“please keep waking me up like this.”

— kim gyuvin

he’s a bit difficult to kiss

only because he sleeps face flat on the pillow 😭

so you’d have to move him to the side a bit and USUALLY he accidentally wakes up by then

but in the minuscule chance he doesn’t

he gets annoyed that you woke him up 😦

only for a bit tho !

he has a very very very soft spot for you

so when he finally stirs awake and realises you are kissing him

he pulls you into his arms and gives you kisses on both of your cheeks

“what a nice way to be woken up by!”

— kim jiwoong

wakes up instantly

the moment your lips touch his forehead, he immediately sits up

if you ask him why, he doesn’t know either cuz he’s just as confused as you 👍

stares at you for quite a while before retracing his steps and realising you kissed him

and suddenly he’s a blushing mess

it’s really sudden tho 😭

like, he was staring blankly at your face earlier and now he’s giggling like a kid

“i like your kisses..”

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nqctar · 1 month

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super stressed

이찬영 / anton lee ★

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. synopsis: cg!anton comforts his stressed little after they become too overwhelmed with college. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy.' no major warnings apply. dni: you sexualize little space. requested by @graceslittlecorner ♥︎

"oh my god," you mumble. "i'm losing my mind." there are homework papers scattered everywhere on your desk and the floor, textbooks stacked on top of each other lay dangerously close to the edge, and the study music you put on loop hours ago started sounding like nails on a chalkboard a few minutes ago.

you weren't usually this unorganized when studying, but midterms were scarily close. everything college related was going good so far, and you were terrified of messing it up.

it had been weeks since you regressed. you felt as if you had no time to do so, and a part of you convinced yourself that you needed to give anton a break. anton on the other hand, was concerned. he subtly tried to get you to regress by putting on cartoons while you two sat in the living room, and "accidentally" leaving your stuffie lulu on the bed with your paci next to it. unfortunately, his attempts were futile.

while lost in thought, you hear a knock and out of the corner of your eye you see anton peeking in, pushing a few books you threw by the door out of the way as he opens it.

"hi love, i brought you some fruit." his tone is sweet, you notice he's speaking to you in his caregiver voice. you smile at him and whisper a 'thank you,' as he sets the bowl on an empty spot on your desk. "how's studying going?" you look at the mess of homework and books everywhere and let out a sigh. "perfectly fine! i have everything under control."

anton can tell that you're feeling overwhelmed. even though he wants to cuddle you and help you slip, he doesn't know if now is a good time to ask.

while trying to reorganize things, you realize one of your homework papers is now missing. you start shoving things off your desk and try your best to not start crying. tears cloud your eyes and you can feel a lump in your throat. "where the hell did i just put my homework?" you whine, letting your tears fall.

anton watches you silently, wondering what's going on.

"is something wrong, bunny?" that nickname sets you off. you didn't want to be big and deal with stupid tests or homework anymore. you wanted your daddy.

tears begin falling down your face faster than you realize, and before you know it anton's cradling you in his arms. "you're okay, just breathe." he says, running his fingers through your hair. "what's wrong baby, hm?" his voice is laced with concern, he knows what’s going on but chooses to let you tell him first.

“so stressed about everything, daddy…” you mumble into his chest. he places a kiss on the top of your head and coos. “i’m sorry things have been so hard for you, babygirl.” anton runs his fingers through your hair in an attempt to soothe your sobs.

“you know you can tell daddy anything, right?” he whispers to you. “any problem big or small, and i’ll help you the best i can.” you look up at him through teary eyes, a slight blush appearing on your face.

you pout. “didn’t wanna bother you. you’re too busy.” anton shakes his head no, and smiles softly at you. “i’m never too busy to take care of my baby. daddy is always gonna be here whenever you need me.” anton wipes a few fallen tears out of your face and then in one motion, scoops you into his arms.

“don’t worry about your homework for now. let’s take a nap, hm?” you nod your head, making a babbling noise in agreement.

anton lies down in bed with you, letting you rest your head against his chest. his heartbeat is almost like a sweet melody. it lulls you to sleep almost immediately.

anton, on the other hand, stays perfectly still as to not wake you. you hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days because of your studies. he hums to you as you drift off and rocks you gently in his arms. it’s the most serene you’ve felt in weeks, all thanks to him.

through sleepy eyes and a quiet voice, you whisper an “i love you,” to anton. right before you drift off to sleep, you hear his voice.

“i love you too, baby. sleep well.”

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 6 months

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close to home | chapter seventy three

plot: winter passes and the reader hits her ninth month of pregnancy

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,087 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, childbirth A/N: I have no excuse for the late update 😔

An hour later, you were stitched up and on a nice dose of pain medication that left your body numb but mind mostly clear. Michonne had gone out to tell everyone the good news, and Rosita sat beside you.

“I’m proud of you, babe.” She smiled down at you.

You reached for her hand. “It’ll be your turn next. Thank you for being here with me.”

“You’ll be able to repay me soon.” Rosita said with a wink.

You smiled at your friend and squeezed her hand. You glanced toward the back of the room, where Siddiq was doing all the tests he’d read about. Daryl stood next to him, and you could read his body language like a book. He was on guard. Of course, he was. You were drugged up, and protecting you and the baby was his sole job right now.

“I’m gonna let you two have some time; you want me to bring a change of clothes later?”

Rosita was gone after you nodded, and then finally Daryl was carrying the baby over to you. He handed her to you and then helped you sit up, so he could sit behind you. Siddiq and Dante had made themselves scarce, and it was finally just your new family.

When your back was against his chest and his arms around both of you protectively, you let out a long sigh.

“Ya gonna tell me the name ya had picked out for months?”

You smiled and looked down at the baby girl, who looked up at you with wide, bright blue eyes like her fathers. She had been wiped clean, and she was absolutely breathtaking.

“Josephine,” You said, gently rocking the baby. “After my grandma who cared for me and my sisters when we were little. I was thinking Josie for short.”

Daryl kissed the back of your head. “I like it.” He kissed you three more times, and his arms squeezed your side. “Was thinkin’... maybe Beth for a middle name.”

“I love it.” You smiled down at the baby.

“How are ya feelin?”

“Good. Drugged. But good.” You said, leaning your head back. “I’m tired.”

“Ya did a real good job. Never been more proud of ya.”

***

An hour later, and with no chance to nap, you had Daryl let everyone come meet the baby. There was no use pushing it off because you knew they’d be out there until the morning if you didn’t let them in now. So soon, the room filled with your family, and you looked around with tears.

Michonne was the first who held her new niece and Godchild, and you could see her consistently wiping away tear after tear. Then Aaron held her and gave Daryl a look that made your heart ache lovingly. You knew Daryl thought the world of his closest friend, even if he never said anything about it.

It was an energy you hadn’t felt in a long time. The happiness and love come from everyone. The congratulations and jokes, the laughs.

But this was different. This was a family coming together and the single happiest moment of your life.

“What’s her name?” Gabriel asked when it was her turn.

“Josie,” Daryl said, and you heard a proudness in his voice you’d never heard before. The proudness of a father.

“She’s beautiful,” Gabriel smiled widely and nodded at you. “Congratulations.”

It took an hour for everyone to clear out--and you had to promise both RJ and Judith they could hold the baby once you were home. But finally, it was you, Daryl, Josie, and Siddiq. He wanted to give you a once-over before he would retire for the night.

Once you were cleared and everything looked ‘textbook picture perfect,’ he bid the three of you goodnight.

You looked over at Daryl, who was holding the baby. She looked so tiny in his arms. And the look on his face made you wish you had a camera.

“I should probably try and feed her.” You said.

“Huh? Oh, right.” Daryl was too engrossed with his daughter, and it made you smile again. He came over to you and handed you Josie.

“I think she has your eyes,” You said, getting ready to try to breastfeed. “They are like the ocean. Same as you.”

Daryl came to sit behind you again and helped hold up your shirt. “Much prettier than me,”

“Well, no arguing there, old man.” You teased. “Now hold on, I gotta focus on trying to feed her.

***

The next morning, you and Daryl brought Josie home. There were casseroles from everyone in the community waiting for you, enough to feed the whole house for weeks. And there were homemade cards from all the kids.

And Judith was waiting on the couch, ready to hold the baby.

“You gotta watch her head, okay?” You said nervously to the ten-year-old. You had her arm propped up on a pillow, so there wasn’t any room for error, and you’d be right next to her.

“I got it,” Judith smiled. “She’s my new cousin.”

Daryl was a little bit antsy, ready to jump in if something happened. But Judith was comfortable, and she held Josie perfectly. You breathed a little easier after that.

“Do you want me to watch her so you two can get some sleep?” Carol offered.

You glanced at your friend. “I have to feed her again, but actually, that would be great. I don’t think I’ve slept since the night before she was born.”

“We all took turns when Judith was born helping out. No reason why we can’t do that now.” Carol smiled at you; it was the first real one you’d seen in a while. Maybe watching the baby meant more to her than you thought.

So after feeding her, Carol was excited to take the baby from you and tell you neither of you would get her back until you slept for at least a few hours.

You were asleep before you could realize your head hit the pillow.

***

Teaks soaked your cheeks as you rocked Josie back and forth. She wouldn’t stop crying, and it’d been hours. You did everything you could think of. You’d fed her, burped her, and changed her. You couldn’t figure out what she wanted.

It’s been a month since she was born, and for the most part, she was a well-tempered baby. She fussed like normal but didn’t scream bloody murder like today.

“What’s wrong with her?” RJ yelled over the baby’s cries.

You glanced at the young boy at the kitchen table and continued rocking the baby. “I don’t know, RJ.”

“Maybe she needs more food,” Judith said.

You glanced at your niece and nephew before looking back at your daughter. You quietly shushed the baby and walked over to the table to fix the swaddle. Once she was wrapped up tightly and you were rocking her in your arms, she started to calm down. You breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the counter.

“Are you two finished with your homework? Where is your mom again?”

“She went out on a run to Hilltop, remember?” Judith reminded you.

You couldn’t remember anything much these days. “Just finish your homework. I’m going to put her down for a nap.”

You left the two kids in the kitchen and headed for the stairs just as Daryl walked into the house. You sighed with relief. “Thank God, that was the longest hunting trip of my life. Take her. She’s ready for a nap. I need a minute.”

Daryl didn’t say a word as you handed him Josie and then walked out of the house. The early May air was warm, and you could smell flowers. You could also hear the buzz of the community, and you sat down on the brick steps.

Dog came out to sit next to you, wagging his tail as you pet him. After a few silent, peaceful minutes, you hear someone leave the house. You didn’t need to look behind you. You knew it was Daryl.

“She’s down,” Daryl said, putting the baby monitor on the ledge and sitting beside you. “Ya okay, pretty girl?”

You gave him a look. “I’m exhausted. My back hurts from breastfeeding, and my nipples feel like shards of glass. I haven’t showered in five days. And I’m with the baby and the kids every day. Carol is basically a ghost. Michonne is always doing something--which I understand. I just feel overwhelmed. And I’m pumping so much milk I feel like a milk factory. Not to mention Lydia is sulking around, and I can’t do anything to help her.”

“I can ice ‘em again for ya. It helped last week. And I’ll have Aaron take Judith for a sleepover. RJ goes to bed early enough. Everythin’ else, we can handle together.”

You groaned in exhaustion and leaned against him. You had no room to complain to him. He was up every night with you because he refused to let you be alone, and then he was hunting almost every day to provide for you so you could produce for your daughter.

“I’m just tired. And postpartum isn’t what I expected. Michonne made it look so easy. And we haven’t had sex in over a month, and we can’t for at least another two weeks, maybe more, since I’m taking forever to heal.”

Daryl chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Things will get better soon, pretty girl. Why don’ I watch the kids so ya can take a shower?”

You looked up at him, frowning slightly at his handsome face and how much you missed being with him. “I knew I married you for a reason.”

***

A month later, Rosita went into labor. You’d been on an evening walk with Daryl and Josie when Gabriel came running, and you left both of them with a kiss before running with Gabriel to the infirmary.

She was in the same bed you were in and sighed with relief when she saw you. You were immediately by her side. “Hi babe, I didn’t know someone could make childbirth look so sexy.”

She laughed through her pain. “I’m just trying to live up to you.”

You smiled and took her hand as you looked at Siddiq. “How is she doing?”

“She’s got a long while to go. She’s only a centimeter dilated. She’s going to be here for a while.”

Rosita was in labor for a grueling twenty-three hours. You and Gabriel sat by her side, feeding her ice chips and holding her hand through every contraction. You only took a break when Daryl brought you breakfast with Josie, and you sat with them for a few minutes. Then Rosita started screaming again, and you bid your family goodbye.

Finally, after you passed the point of delirium, Rosita delivered a healthy baby girl. Siddiq cut the cord, and Dante helped with the cleanup. Rosita was exhausted, and you didn’t envy her in the slightest. But you knew your job was done once the baby was in her arms and Siddiq could pull off his doctor mask.

After Rosita thanked you endlessly, you told her you would visit her in the morning. You wanted her to have the time with her own little family. You bid goodnight to Eugene and the others who were waiting outside her room and headed home.

It was really late, and both kids were asleep. You were sure Carol and Michonne were, too. After eating dinner that Daryl must’ve saved for you, you headed all the way up to Josie’s room. She was sleeping peacefully.

You smiled as you adjusted the blanket and ran your finger along her chubby cheek. She barely had any hair, just little wisps of brown. And with her big blue eyes, you knew she would look just like her daddy.

The floorboard creaked, and you turned to see Daryl standing at the doorway that led to the Jack and Jill bathroom. You could see into your bedroom through the open doors, and the lamp was on.

“How’s Rosita?” He whispered as he came over to you.

“She’s good. She had a girl.” You stood on your toes to give him a kiss hello. “Looks like Josie is gonna have a friend.”

Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist and stared down at the baby. “I can’ believe it sometimes.”

“What?”

“That we have a baby. That ya had the baby alright.” He squeezed your waist. “Never thought I’d see the day… didn’ think I’d be any good at it.”

You carefully caressed your sleeping daughter’s cheek again before you looked back up at Daryl and nodded toward your room. After turning on the nightlight and shutting the door, you followed Daryl.

“You’re a great father. You were before Josie came along, too. You don’t think Judith and RJ see you as a father figure?” You asked as you started to get undressed.

Daryl shrugged and sat down at the end of the bed. “Don’ really see it that way.”

“Well, you are. Why do you think Judith’s been wanting to spend so much time with you lately?” You asked as you put on one of your old maternity shirts to sleep in. “She sees you with Josie every day and is probably a little jealous. You moved in about a year ago or so. That’s a long time for a ten-year-old.” You walked over to the bed and moved his arms so you could sit on his lap.

“Maybe I should see ‘bout takin’ her out huntin’, then?”

You set your hands on the sides of his cheek and smiled. “I think it would mean the world to her, old man,” Daryl grunted, and your smile widened. You leaned forward to press your forehead against his lips and then wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Josie ate the whole bottle, by the way,” Daryl said against your skin.

You nodded and looked up at him. “Good.”

His eyes closed as you pushed back his hair and gently caressed his skin. He must’ve showered while you were with Rosita because he smelt like the Hilltop soap that came in. You moved up on your knees and kissed him, taking him off guard, but he gripped you tightly.

“I miss you,” You said against his lips. You tugged at his shirt and then slipped your hands underneath so you could touch his bare skin.

Daryl hummed against your lips and broke away from the kiss long enough so you could pull off his shirt. You were kissing again in seconds, with your running up and down his warm skin. You then grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off so you were completely naked on his lap.

“Darlin’, I don’ wanna if ya not ready yet.” Daryl whispered.

You shook your head and ground against him. You could feel how much he wanted you, and you didn’t want to stop.

“I will tell you if we have to stop.” You grinded against him again.

Daryl didn’t give you time to adjust before he had you on your back and further up on the bed. His lips moved against yours feverishly, and his hands touched every part of you they could. You moaned into his mouth through each squeeze he gave you and each time he teased your clit with his fingers.

“Promise me if ya start to hurt, ya say somethin’?” Daryl asked against your lips. “I know how ya are.”

You nodded and pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

Daryl’s fingers finally circled around your clit, slowly, tauntingly, and it felt so good you could already feel tears in your eyes. It’d been too long without him.

“I can feel how much ya miss me,” He teased you.

You smiled against his lips and cupped him through his bottoms. “So can I.” You slid your hand through the band and wrapped your fingers around him.

His breathing deepened, and he shook his head. “I don’ wanna wait.”

“Then fuck me already, Dixon.”

You helped him get out of the bottoms, and then he spread your legs. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, getting yourself prepared. You weren’t sure how bad it might hurt if it would hurt, but you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Ya okay?”

You nodded and bit your lip when you felt him rub his tip along you before he pushed into you. You gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails in.

“Are ya hurt?”

“No, it just feels like pressure.” You breathed out. “Keep going. Please.”

Daryl kissed your forehead before doing as you asked, and the pressure was gone within a minute. So you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him by the neck to kiss you. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip and sucked in, making his thrust falter for a moment.

“Fuck.” Daryl breathed out.

“Harder.” You whimpered, and had to bite your lip when he did exactly what you wanted. “Oh, God…”

“Open ya eyes, pretty girl.”

You did what he asked, meeting his. The way he looked at you so lovingly made you want to cry, and you cupped his face with his hands as you stifled a moan. He was hitting that one spot again, enough to drive you crazy.

“I love ya,” He whispered to you. “I missed this.”

You moaned, his words going straight to your core. “I love you too.”

His head dropped down to your forehead, and his hips quicked their pace but half a second. His nose bumped against yours every time he thrusted.

“Harder, please.” You nearly started to beg.

You weren’t sure how you lasted that long, but too soon you felt your orgasm hitting you like a brick, and then Daryl followed suit. He managed to pull out quick enough, and you didn’t realize it was all over your stomach until he collapsed next to you.

The two of you were breathing deeply, and you glanced over at him. “You better get me a damn towel.”

“Just give me a damn minute, woman.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand. “You should take a few of them, actually. Because you aren’t leaving this bed until I’m through with you.”

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jellystarjam · 9 months

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gonna try something new, so here we go!!

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bringing home the new puppy..!

gender neutral petre storypost <3

hi there sweet little thing��! oh, aren’t you just the cutest? good mornin’!! did you have a nice long nap? you must be tired after all that traveling!

here, let me get you out of that carrier. i know, it’s a little scary in there! you did such a good job though! and look, now we’re here! this is your new home..!

don’t worry, cute little puppy. you’ll be able to explore the whooole house soon. but for right now, let me show you where you’re gonna spend most of your time!!

i’m just gonna set you down in your little play pen here…. oh, oh, oh! it’s okay honey!! no need to howl, i’m not going anywhere. Aww, you’re a clingy little thing, aren’t you? okay, okay. i’ll pick you back up.

see this crate right here? that’s where you’ll rest when you’re home alone, so I know you’re safe and sound when i’m not watching you! Don’t worry, we’ll make it nice and cozy for you. And I’ll always leave you with a toy to chew on.

Speaking of toys, look here!! this is your toy bin. that’s right, puppy!! all these toys are for you! you can play with them any time you’d like. oh, maybe you’d like to play a game of tug? how’s that sound? oh, who’s a good puppy?!

and right here is your bed! it’s very comfy. Do you want to try it out? don’t worry, i’ll be right here beside you. let’s see how it feels!

i’m just going to plop you down right in the middle!

is it nice and soft? warm enough for your cute little paws? wonderful!!

let’s see, do you know any tricks yet, little pup? here, let’s give you a little test. Look here, puppy! focus..! there you go, good girl/boy/baby! can you sit?

oh, good job!!! that’s a good puppy! here you go, you deserve a treat for that. such a smart little baby <3

are you still sleepy? okay hon!! rest your sweet little head on those paws of yours and take a nap in your new bed. I’ll be right here when you wake up. Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not going anywhere. This is your new forever home. Sleep well, little pup <3

had this idea for a post in my mind for a while and i wanted to try it out :3 i might do more little reads like this, so if u like it let me kno!! thank you all again for all the love on my posts <<33 stay safe and goodnight!!

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Sarah can I please ask for Steve rushing to meet dotty? 💕😍🥹

Hiii lovey!! I will gladly give you Steve after rushing to the hospital to meet his new bestie! I hope you enjoy💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

“Dude why is your hair wet-” “out of my way Munson I’m here to meet…holy shit she’s so cute…you didn’t tell me she was going to be so small and so..so precious.” “Did you just call my daughter precious? Was that a Lord of the Rings reference?” “Eddie…I really don’t have time to talk nerd shit with you right now I’m literally staring at my niece.” “Should I…leave you two alone?” “Yes.” “Jeeze no need for both of you to shout…I’ll uh go get some coffee…enjoy your time with her Harrington…she’s kinda amazing and you’re gonna be obsessed.” “Do you want to hold her Stevie?” “Am..I…allowed to?” “Of course you’re allowed to…come here…now just be sure to support her head…there you go you’re a natural.” “Oh uhm I brought you something it’s wrapped up in my jacket.” “You don’t have to get me…oh my god.” “I know Eddie’s always on your ass about water but figured if you had a cute cup to drink it from then it’d be easier.” “It’s pink…and glittery oh it’s perfect Stevie thank you.” “It’s the least I could do…I mean you literally made a human and all I did was have someone make you a cup…” “I did do that didn’t I?…make a whole human.” “You did…and she’s perfect.” “She really is…I love her so much it’s kinda concerning me like they took her away for half a day to do some test and I was a mess the whole time.” “I understand…I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away that long…gonna have to coordinate weekly Stevie and Polka Dot hang out sessions.” “Figured Thursdays would be best since that’s when the dungeon master holds his little meetings.” “Only one day a week?” “I mean you know where we live…come by anytime…or ya know call me and I’ll see if I’m up for people but I’ll never tell you that you can’t come see her even if I don’t wanna see you.” “Why wouldn’t you want to see me?” “You know how I get…people annoy me.” “That’s true…so how’s he been since she’s arrived? Still worried he’s gonna leave and never come back?” “He’s actually been great…he just stares at her and gets this goofy grin on his face and I mean…I think I’ll always be worried he’s gonna leave it’s just…who I am as a person.” “That’s good…I’m glad it’s all worked out for you…but remember I can still attempt to kick his ass if you need me to even though you could probably handle it yourself…I’m always gonna be here for you…and little miss perfect over here…” “Thanks Steve…you’re the best.” “I know…” “so…about your hair…” “i didn’t have time to blow dry it so it’s just drying on its own…tell me it doesn’t look horrible…” “no no…horrible it’s the word I’d use…but uhm…let’s be glad Dot can’t really open her eyes or see very well yet…” “oh god it’s that bad?” “I’m just kidding Stevie you look fine.” “We don’t joke about hair…that’s our one rule okay little Dot? Hair is serious business and one day I’ll help you come up with a routine that’ll give you the best hair on the block.” “I’m sure she can’t wait for that…” “I already love her.” “She has that effect on people.” “I love you too of course…don’t worry.” “Thanks Steve…I love you too now I’m gonna take a nap…you can just hold her or put her back in her bed if you’d like?” “Oh I’m not putting her down until I absolutely have to.” “Okay that’ll be in about half an hour when it’s time to feed her…” “okay then…just take your nap and we will be here on the couch…I’ll tell her all about how her mom and dad met.” “Steven Andrew….” “Just kidding just kidding…I’ll save that for her eighteenth birthday.”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson series #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson au #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #bff!steve Harrington #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #steve harrington #eddie munson fluff #my little fluffy haired baby #stranger things au #stranger things fanfiction

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lavenderbradshaw · 1 year

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Two Paper Airplanes

You and Bob have never had a hiccup. He was always the same-old Bob, kind and loving and gentle. You think that's all going to change after the birdstrike, after you tell him some news.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

“Eject, eject, eject!”

The sound of Phoenix and Bob’s voices over the radio make you want to hurl. Literally. You feel your stomach twist so quickly you barely know what’s happening until Rooster has a hand on your shoulder. You don’t say anything, the placement of your hand on your abdomen must be enough for him to deduce what’s happening. He calls for Hangman to bring him a trash can, and you almost ask how he can tell, how he just knows you’re going to throw up. You can’t, though, because in a blinding sequence of events, you end up on the floor. Jake’s holding your feet against his stomach, still standing to try and get blood flow back to your head. Rooster is fanning you, almost hilariously, with a chunk of papers. You lick your lips, which are too numb to feel, and Halo sighs.

“You scared the shit out of us,” she gasps out, her hand clutched in yours. “You okay, Dreamer?”

You close your eyes for just a second , opening them again to see Maverick crouched next to you now. You flinch, the memory of him being up in the air with Bob and Phoenix when they-

“Bobby?” You whisper, quiet as a mouse. He nods his head and then shakes it.

“He’s okay. They’re gonna check him out, probably keep them both overnight which is normal,” he says, still shaking his head. “He’s okay. Why don’t we get you checked out?”

20 stitches in a hospital room

Between the two of you, there are 20 stitches. Four in your hand from where you’d sliced yourself with the kitchen knife just a few days ago, and 16 stitches in a small cut on his shoulder from a rock he’d uncomfortably slid on as he landed. Parachute operated fine, canopy operated fine, everything is fine.

Except there are 20 stitches and one test result remaining completely hidden.

You sit at his bedside while he naps off whatever they’d given him. He’s grounded for a few days, just to recover, but you wish he were grounded forever. You’d give everything you had to make sure he never got in another jet.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, his hand in yours. You’re staring off at the wall, or maybe the window, he can’t tell. But he does know you’re out of it, because he’s called your name three times now.

“I’m pregnant,” you whisper, so quietly he shifts to hear you better.

“What, baby? I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I’m pregnant.”

When you started crying, I did too

“You’re…” he whispers, pushing himself up in the hospital bed. You don’t stop him—you can’t. “Oh, God.”

“Pregnant. I’m pregnant.”

You aren’t sure what reaction you wanted out of him, but he starts crying. You suppose that’s a suitable reaction, because you start crying, too.

“If you want to… we haven’t even…” you stumble over your own sentences, shaking your head. “We’ve only been dating a few months, less than a year, and if you don’t want this…”

“No!” He gasps, and your heart sinks. He sees the reaction on your face and he immediately wants to fix it. There’s an overwhelming feeling of dread in the pit of his belly, he wonders if this is how you felt when you heard him eject. “No, not like that, baby, no. I want… I want this baby and a wedding and a million more babies with you.”

You look up at him, eyes wide and lip wavering. “Bob, you don’t have to just… say that.”

“Shut up,” he says, his voice more firm. You look at him closer, now. He has your undivided attention. “No, please, God. It’s you. It’s been you since the moment I saw you. I have a ring in my locker on base because I didn’t know where to hide it at our house and- and I was going to propose but this happened and…”

When the sun came up, I was looking at you

He’s there every waking moment. Throughout all the waves of nausea and doctors appointments and midnight cravings, he’s a solid, unwavering force until your baby girl comes into your lives in the middle of the plastic tub in the living room. She doesn’t cry, not at first, quiet just like her father. She just opens her eyes, taking it all in, before a solid tap on her butt makes her curl her hands into fists and wail. The sun was just beginning to rise as she slipped from you after a long night, but you’re suddenly more awake than you had been previously. You’re crying, looking between Bobby who was adamant about getting in the pool right behind you and that tiny little baby girl.

“She looks just like you,” Bob whispers, his hand coming up to meet yours against her back. “She looks like you.”

You just shake your head, leaning it back against Bob. Bob, who was just as exhausted, who had been at work when you called him contracting, who had raced home and changed into swim trunks and got in right behind you in water that was now slightly chilled. “She’s gonna be so much like her daddy. Quiet and kind and loving. She’s gonna be your little girl.”

He can’t stop staring at you, as the sun rises more and peaks into the living room. He doesn’t even stop staring when you’re resting on the couch, curled up in blankets and drifting off to sleep. He just holds your little baby, his little baby, and stares.

God, he loves you both more than he could have ever imagined.

#bob #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob top gun #robert floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #top gun bob #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun imagines #top gun blurb #top gun one shot

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 6 months

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Low Days

I’ve changed my format and things around cause I like it better that way :D

I think I’ll keep this font for different One Shots like this and keep the normal one for Halstead sister one shots.

I think I’ll be able to finish the day I start it as well. And sorry if there’s horrible grammar I wrote this on my phone😭

Word count:

Summary: Your Matt’s sister and There’s a hostage situation in the hosue

Warnings: Guns, Hostage situation, mentions of Hospitals, Mentions of death, seizures Small Cursing ~and I think that’s all~

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Ever since you were young your older brother Matt has looked after you, along with the rest of the people at 51.

You never really minded staying at the house most of the day. Whenever you weren’t at school you were there and whenever you got off of school you were there.

Everyone spoiled you most of the time. Violet, Stella and Sylvie made sure to spend some girl time with you. Either going out for milkshakes or just talking about drama in or school or boys .And the others spent some time with you and they all were special to you in their own way.

Whenever the truck was gone Kelly, Herman or boden would watch you. If everyone had to go then they would take you with them and you would wait in the engine.

“Y/n have you done your homework?” Your brother said. “Yeah I emailed my teacher that I finished it.” You were gone for about a week due to being sick. It was late October and of course it’s flu season so you were bound to get it.

Just then Matt’s phone went off. “Hey y/n go get something to eat or drink your sugar is low” your brother said as his phone lit up with a notification. Yeah you had type 1 diabetes, you got diagnosed at 10 after your sugar had dropped dramatically while everyone was on call and they had found you in the truck practically life less.

“Alright I’ll be right back-“ About 10 guys barged into the station holding guns screaming at everyone who was in their sight.

“EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW. GET RID PF EVERYTHING, PHONES, WATCHES,ANYTHING YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKETS” one of guys he looked like the leader.

Matt dragged you to the ground and pushed you towards everyone else who was in the main area where the trucks were ~idk what it’s called~

“Hey you put give me your phone now.” One of the guys spat at you. You shook your head in fear. Before he could lunge at you Kelly got in front of you. “She has diabetes she needs her phone.” Kelly spoke. “Diabetes are the least of her worries now. Hand it over.” Kelly and Matt gave you a look. You slid your phone across the floor. Matt read your face and could see that you were worried. “I promise I’ll your glucose meter” Matt reassured you.

***

4 hours, you add the crew have been held hostage for 4 hours now. CPD has been trying to talk to the leader of this and he was finally arrested . The last number your blood sugar had been at was. 58 and you could tell it was dropping.

“Y/n I need you to stay awake for a little bit longer, okay?” Matt cooed. “Just a small nap” you leaned onto Kelly’s shoulder sleep pulling you in.

Sylvie had ran to your to your drawer that was in the office that contained all of your stuff and grabbed your glucagon and ran back to you.

“What’s her number?” Sylvie asked while opening the bright Red box. Kelly read your phone screen. “29 and it’s dropping.”

“Hey Y/n, I’m gonna test you alright?” Sylvie says. Before she could even test you, you started pulling away.

“She’s having a seizure, roll her on her side, Stella go get nasal spray from the cabinet inside the rig” Sylvie spoke fast and Stella nodded and ran quickly.

“You’re okay Y/n, you’re okay” Matt said.

“Does she need to go the hospital?” Jay walked over to everyone. “No, not unless her blood sugar goes down to where I can’t control it. Stella returned with the nasal spray and Sylvie sprayed it into your nose.

As you stopped seizing, Matt immediately went by your side “see you’re all good now, we’re gonna make you feel better, then we can go wherever you like you just have to stay with me” Matt said as he rubbed your back.

“Truck 81, Ambo 16. Reports of child stuck on roof”

“Go, I’ll watch after her with them” Jay was like your brother, whenever you couldn’t make it to the station after school because it was snowing or too cold, you would be at the district and hang out with everyone there. Jay would make sure he would give you food, get your homework done, and would make sure your sugar didn’t get to low or high”

Matt have instructions right beofre he wa about to leave “If her sugar drops to 50 or below again after giving her the Glucagon take her-“ “to the hospital and she has another seizure take her to the hospital and keep her in her side. I know the drill man, I got her” Jay had been through this about Three or two times. “Thanks Jay”

***

Your eyes flutter open but you shut them again because of the bright lights overhead. You soon adjusted to the light and realized you were on the couch in the break room. You looked around and saw Herman, Kelly and Jay talking together. What the hell happened?

“What the hell happened, where is everyone” You muttered. The three men immediately turned to you

“First of all language, second, your blood sugar dropped while we were in the whole hostage situation and you had a seizure” Kelly spoke

“What was it at?” You cried “29 was last I knew of” Jay picked his phone to see what your number were at now. “Atleast I got a new record” you dorsally celebrate. “I can see your humor hasn’t gone away” Herman laughed.

“Where’s Matt” Matt was usually with you after you had a low and you felt exhausted afterwards. “He’s on a call now everyone else should be back soon since it was something small”

“Can I have like pretzels or something I’m really hungry”You begged “you know the drill y/n you have to have something sweet that’s a drink or a snack.” Jay pointed out. “well can I have Gatorade?” Gatorade was your all time favorite when you were low. “we’re out of Gatorade, since we didn’t go grocery shopping last week. But you can have apple juice” Kelly compromised“well not my favorite but I’ll take it”You shrugged

Kelly walks over to the fridge and retrieves your juice and hands to you. “I almost just died can someone help me open this”

“First of all, don’t say that because of a Matt was around he would freak and yes we’ll help you open it.” Jay laughs as he takes the box from you.

“I’m gonna take a nap, I’m exhausted from today” You pulled the blanket you had on closer. “Wake me if someone brings me food,I love food”

“Yes princess Y/n”

Surprise y’all I posted, apologies for not posting last month. Now I can get onto requests and my other one shot that only need about 200 more words and it’ll post.

Thank you so much for read and I love y’all

-Lia

#chicago pd #halstead brothers #jay halstead #chicago #halstead sister #x reader #hospital mention tw #one chicago #will halstead #chicago med #chicago fire #illinois

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ijustreallylovethem · 1 year

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i love eddy so so much, can you do some fluff where either the reader or eddy has had a bad day and they just comfort the other

you were napping in ethan’s bed, waiting for him to come back from class, when the door slammed shut and your eyes flew open. a loud yell of “fuck” echoed around the room and you sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“shit, babe, i didn’t know you were here already.”

“yeah, second class got cancelled so i came after the first. you okay?” he could tell by your voice that he had woken you up, which only soured his mood even more.

“i woke you up didn’t i?” he dropped down onto the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“s’okay. needed to wake up anyway.” you threw the blankets off of you and moved so you were sitting next to but behind him. you ran one hand up his back and let the other rest on his shoulder until the other got there, giving him a soft massage. “what’s wrong?”

“how bad would it sound if i said everything?” he asked, sitting up a bit.

“just because it feels like everything doesn’t mean it is,” you said softly. he let out a sigh, leaning back so he was laying on the bed, though his feet were still on the floor. you leaned back on one hand to focus on him still and the other fell to rest on his stomach.

“i failed that test. got the grade today.”

“that’s not the end did the world. i’ll help you study next time and we can get your grade back up. there’s still plenty of time in the semester.”

“i woke you up from your nap.”

“ethan, you know that’s not a problem. i would’ve woken up soon anyway.” he sighed, bringing one hand up to cover his eyes.

“hey,” you laid down next to him, sliding your hand on his stomach up to pull his hand away and cup his jaw. “what’s really going on?”

“i don’t think i’m playing in tampa,” he whispered, and you could see tears in his eyes.

“baby, i know it sucks but-“

“but you bought a ticket to fly there and watch me play! and my parents are coming. and this is such a big thing for the team and i don’t get to play with them! i don’t get to help them. what if they lose?”

“ethan, calm down, take a deep breath.” you waited until he did as you told him to and then you nodded. “frozen four is still a week away. you don’t know for sure how you’re going to feel by then.”

“but my wrist hasn’t been feeling any better since it happened.”

“and if you don’t get to play, it sucks. it really does. because i know you want to be out there playing and helping your team get the win but you know what won’t help them? you going out there with an injury and not playing your best. or worse, hurting yourself again.”

“yeah, i guess so.” he didn’t sound very sure of his words though.

“hey, i know you’re mad about it, it’s such a shitty thing to happen. but you have to listen to the trainer so you get better and not more injured.”

“i know,” he whispered, and you finally saw a tear roll down his cheek.

“and you know what?” he hummed, acknowledging your question. “i’m still gonna love you whether you play or not. because you’re still my super talented, super hot, super good in bed boyfriend, ethan edwards.” his cheeks flushed at that and you couldn’t help but grin.

“i love you too, no matter what.”

“good,” you said, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. “now let me tell you about this whack ass dream i was having.”

#blurb #umich hockey #ethan edwards

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Suffer In Silence II: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 934

description: Y/N hears Eddie say how he really feels about her which gives her the motivation to finally let him know that you feel that same way

It had been a few weeks since Eddie got to see how sentimental and caring you were towards him when you thought he was sleeping and he couldn't get it out of his mind. He begin thinking that maybe you did feel the same way as he did and thought about telling you the truth about how he really felt.

Eddie went to school day hoping maybe to test the waters a little more with you but you weren't there which made him frown because where were you today, you never missed school. By the time lunch came he was already to ditch so he could go see where you were. He reached your house and knocked on the door, where you answered the door wrapped up in a blanket.

"Jesus, you look like crap, are you feeling okay?" He asked walking in.

"Wow that's whatever girl wants to hear Eds, but seriously I'm fine.....it's just mother nature paying me a visit." You said taking a seat on the couch.

"Ohhhh.....Do you need anything?" He asked.

"Umm honestly I could go for some snacks, my mom is supposed to stop by the store after work tonight but I don't think I can wait that long." You said.

"Say no more...I can go grab us some snacks and whatnot and we can watch some movies if you are up to it." He said as you nodded your head.

"Thanks, Eds." You said as he left.

While waiting for Eddie to return with your snacks, you felt the aspirin you had taken finally kick and make you feel sleepy, so you got up and headed to your room and got comfortable figuring a quick power nap wouldn't hurt before he returned.

Eddie returned about ten minutes into your nap and found you fast asleep in your room making him smile as he brushed some of your hair out of your face. He sat next to you admiring how peaceful you looked in your sleep while you had woken up when you felt him touch your face and were planning on getting him back for what he did a couple of weeks ago when you heard him start speaking.

"Look I know you are sleeping right now but I just wanted to tell you that I love you and have been in love with you for a while now, and I know you probably don't feel the same way as I do and I'm okay with that but I just needed to tell you."

You were honestly too stunned to do anything, you weren't honestly expecting to hear Eddie pour his heart out to you and it was killing you not to be able to let you know he felt the same because you felt like it was an invasion of privacy to be awake right now. You forced yourself back to sleep for another thirty minutes while thinking about how you were gonna tell Eddie how you felt without letting him know that you knew how he felt.

"Hey sleepyhead, how are you feeling?" He asked as you started waking up.

"A bit better, sorry for falling asleep." You said sitting up next to him.

"No need to apologize, I figured you were going to fall asleep at some point." He said offering you a small smile.

It was a couple of days later when you and Eddie were watching Porky's II when you two would finally land on the topic and give the gateway to tell Eddie how you felt.

"So can I ask you, something sweetheart?" Eddie asked you as you nodded your head at him to continue.

"Why haven't you gone out with any of those guys that have asked?" He asked you.

"Uh none of them are my type plus I've kinda my eye on someone for a while now." You said.

"And whose that? And why haven't you asked them out yet?" He asked you with his eyebrow raised.

"Well he's this guy I've known forever and he is probably one of the biggest sweethearts I know. He's got the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen that I find myself getting lost in a lot, he's a talented musician and D&D player even if I can't understand the game 90% of the time, and I didn't know how to tell him because I didn't want to risk our friendship if he didn't feel the same way." You said looking at him.

"Trust me he's felt the same way for years...he's had that same fear for years but now he's see's what a mistake that was." He said as you realized how close your faces were now.

"Well is he gonna kiss me or do I got take charge in that aspect too?" You mused with a smile as you felt him cup your face, feeling the cold metal of rings on your face.

When your lips touched his, it was everything you imagined and more as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You two stayed like that for a few minutes until you had to pull apart for oxygen.

"That was...better than I imagined." He said making you laugh at him.

"So does this mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked looking at you.

"Hmm, I might need more kisses to make a decision like that." You said making him shake his head with a laugh as he gave you a couple of pecks and one long kiss.

"I would nothing more than to be your girlfriend officially" You said looking at him with a smile and watching as his own smile grew more.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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whisplow · 1 year

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An Overdue Nap

Heisenwinters domestic fluff au, featuring a very sleepy Karl with a power inhibitor and no sense of personal space. Please enjoy!

“Mia.”

Ethan’s voice was small, hushed. From the kitchen, Mia could barely hear him, so she stayed put at first, watching her insta-oats slowly rotate in the microwave. It was the late afternoon in the safe house they were relocated to after what happened in the village, but circumstances hopefully meant this was the last one for a long time. Would be nice if Rose got to start school here in a couple years.

“Mia. Mia!”

Now she could hear it, and that somewhat urgent tone, too. Following Ethan’s voice to the living room, she discovered the reason behind him calling for her.

Karl’s adjustment to house arrest was…a very mixed experience, but his options after Miranda’s death were to be locked in a concrete box, alone, and be tested on, or to stay with the Winters’. When factoring in things like being able to see sunlight and keeping his organs untouched, it was an obvious choice.

Unfortunately the obvious choice also meant wearing a tracker and power inhibitor at all times. The whole situation left him angry, pouty, tired—

—And now angry, pouty, tired Karl, always claiming to be touch averse, had passed out hard and had himself draped over Ethan’s form on the couch. Ethan’s eyes were alight, matching the ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face. Mia’s own expression twisted as she tried not to immediately burst out laughing.

“How…how did he even—“

“—Don’t ask how! Just get your phone and take a picture already! I think he’s waking up.”

“Right, right…” Her volume dimmed to match his. She dashed to get her phone from where she left it in Rose’s room while putting her down for her nap. By the time she returned, Ethan was cupping his hand over his mouth. His shoulders twitched with his own efforts not to laugh and wake Karl up.

*Click*

The dimmed lighting automatically put her camera settings to flash mode. Mia and Ethan froze, and Karl began to stir—briefly. He shifted into a slightly different position and dropped back on top of his brand new bed.

“He sleeps harder than Rose,” Ethan whispered with a barely hidden snicker. “God, I think he’s drooling on me.”

“I mean, all those nights he spends moping around. This had to happen eventually, right?” She took a few deep breaths to ease the threat of cracking up. “I guess…I’ll leave you to it? We can show him the picture once he’s—“

SNOOOOORE

Ethan wheezed as he tried to muffle himself with his sleeve, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Mia snorted loudly. Trying to stifle the sound left it sounding like air rushing out of a garbage disposal. She wished she took a video instead of just a picture!

That noise, that snoring only continued. It practically shook the whole couch, which didn’t help Ethan’s case. “I can’t breathe,” he complained with that smile he had no chance of getting rid of. He rubbed up and down Karl’s back, not quite sure what else to do.

With the flash pointedly turned off, Mia made sure to snap a few more pictures. She intended them as blackmail. Maybe threatening to show them to Chris would finally convince him to learn how to do a load of dishes.

“You’re not gonna leave me like this, are you?” Karl was getting especially comfortable. “Mia, I gotta pee…”

“What do you expect me to do? Roll a grown man off of you? It’s Karl, he’s so dense I swear he’s made of rocks. I’m sure you’re learning that very well right now. Besides, you’re the one who wanted a grumpy old dog.” Right then, the microwave blipped from the other room. “And! I gotta take care of that.”

“Oh, I see how it is.”

“I guess you do.”

“Even though I saved you twice—“

“Yup.”

“—and rescued our beautiful daughter—“

“Uh-huh.”

“—and wound up with some pretty terrible scars—“

“I can’t hear you anymore, I’m in the kitchen getting my food.”

Ethan chuckled. He moved his hand from Karl’s back to his head, petting him like the grumpy old dog he definitely was. “You’re both the worst…I really am going to have to kick you off here in a few minutes. Mia’s right. You were overdue for a good rest. Wonder if I can convince you to just. Sleep normally. In a bed.”

If Rose can manage, why can’t he?

“I’m glad you’re warming up to us, though. At least, I hope this is you warming up.”

#re8 #mithan #heisenwinters #wintersberg #karl heisenberg #ethan winters #mia winters #re8 fic

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selenitesdawn · 2 years

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Can you do more Max stuff with a gn reader please?

I will gladly do so. I have a few Max requests and will get back to writing as soon as possible. Have this small piece of mind until then. Hope you enjoy it <3

Meteor

pairing : max mayfield x reader

warnings : just fluff <3

summary : max and y/n watch the night sky together after an exhausting day.

first person pov

This day definitely didn’t go as planned. Today was supposed to be awesome. And not just a little awesome. But like the event of the year type of awesome. To be precise, Max and I planned on watching a meteor shower tonight. Dustin told us about it like a month ago and we have anticipated that day since then. I’ve never seen anything like that before, so obviously I am super excited. And to watch it with my girlfriend is the cherry on top.

So, as naive as I am, I thought nothing could ruin today. But then, just my luck, everything that could have gone wrong, just went straight downhill. The day began with sour milk. Which I, by the way, ate a whole bowl of cereal in, just to notice that’s its sour on my last spoon. It continued in school with getting a D in biology, my lunch spilling on my pants, my bike breaking on the way home (which made me walk 40 minutes!!) and me stumbling over an empty can just 20 meters in front of my front door. And now I feel like I’ve ran a marathon and all my limbs just scream “SLEEP”.

The second I enter my room I dial up Max, telling her about my awful day.

“I don’t feel like going out anymore.”, I say exhausted, plopping onto my bed like all my life energy got sucked out.

“Oh come on y/n. We waited so long for this! I understand that you’re exhausted but you’re gonna regret it if we don’t go.”, Max replies in a disappointed tone.

“It’s not just me being exhausted. I’m just super unlucky today. It’s- Wait. Oh god.”, I breathe out. It’s what I think it is. Isn’t it? Oh god I think it is. I run over to the calendar, noticing that I didn’t check today’s date.

“What is it y/n? Hello?”, Max asks from the other end of the line.

“It’s Friday the 13th. My unluckiest day of all.”, I whisper quietly into the phone, trying to underline the seriousness of this.

“Well, duh Dummy. Dustin said the meteor shower takes place on the 13th July. That’s nothing new.”, Max states unaffected.

“Yeah but it is also Friday. Which makes it- you know what, whatever. I didn’t connect the pieces. But this is bad. That’s why I’m so unlucky.”, I just reply dramatically, falling back onto my bed.

“Okay baby, you know I don’t like to do this, but I know just how superstitious you can be. I mean you still carry that little piece of garlic around wherever you go-“, Max starts arguing.

“Okay but why where there vampire hunters around back in the days? There are literal kits of vampire hunting stuff, that is proof! No one knows whether-“, I argue back.

“Yeah and back in the day, women who were smart and had red hair got burned at stake.”, Max interrupts me.

I stay quiet after that, knowing that I can’t argue against that. And whatever I say would come off just wrong.

“Whatever. The point is, you come with me tonight or else I won’t grant you a single kiss until this month is over.”, Max demands, sounding surprisingly serious.

“Wow that is awful. You know, if I come with you, considering my luck; we won’t see a single meteor tonight.”, I answer confidently, testing if Max is serious.

“I’ll risk it. See you at the hill at 9, bye bye.”, is the last thing she says before she hangs up.

This girl.

After napping for what felt like an entire year, I pack my things and my skateboard, leaving the house at 7pm. It usually takes me around 30 minutes to get to the hill with my board, but I got to be extra careful today. That’s at least what I thought. Somehow I still manage to fall five times, getting to the hill at around 8:30pm.

I spread out a blanket and lay on it, watching the sky above me. It is quite peaceful to lay here, especially after that stupid day. Even after that great nap, I still feel tired though. I must have drifted away, since I didn’t notice Max laying next to me.

“Hey love, glad you came.”, Max says to me smiling, putting her hand on my cheek as she turns my face towards hers.

“I had no other choice really, had I?”, I answer back, obviously teasing her a little.

“Hm, not really I suppose.”, she replied sweetly, pressing a little kiss on top of my nose.

Max gets up from besides me and starts searching for something inside her backpack. It takes her a while to find what she is looking for, so I close my eyes again and listen to the wind blowing through the grass. There is nothing like spending time with Max. I could lay in the middle of a dump with her and it would still be the best thing ever. She always manages to make me feel comfortable wherever we go. It almost feels like home is.. wherever she is.

“Open your eyes, I have something for you.”, Max whispered softly.

I open my eyes to see her sit in front of me, smiling from ear to ear. As I lift my body up, I see her holding a bracelet in her right hand. And it looks beautiful.

“Wow Max, is this for me?”, I ask as she hands it over to me.

“I made it myself. It protects you from any bad luck. Especially on Friday the 13th’s. It’s not the best but.. it has all your favorite colors in it.”, Max replies happily.

“What are you saying? It’s beautiful Max!”, I say as I put it over my hand.

The pearls reflect the moonlight, creating a beautiful sparkle. It fits perfectly, somehow it has just the right size. Like Max measured the scope of my arm. As I keep viewing it, I see one pearl has the letter “M” on it.

“What stands the M for?”, I ask, knowing the answer already.

“For Max. Obviously. So you never forget who made it for you.”, she replies proudly, taking my hand into hers.

In that very moment all my worries wash away and my day suddenly seems not so bad. Max once again manages to make everything ten times better. I kiss the back of her hand and giggle, surprised that Max supports my irrational fears.

“I love you Max. Thank you so much, I’ll never take it off.”, I smile.

“I love you too y/n. And your little.. habits. Even the garlic thingy is… kind of cute. I guess.”

We just lay there after that, admiring the night sky. When Max sees her first meteor, she excitedly points at the place where she saw it, hoping that I could see it too. I think deep down she knows that there is no way I could have seen it, but her excitement is just too cute.

“Do you see that? How beautiful! My first meteor.”, she exclaims excitedly, shaking my arm.

“Yes, I saw it. How exciting.”, I smile softly, just happy to see Max as happy as she is.

She latches onto my arm and watches the stars excitedly. Her eyes sparkle even brighter than my bracelet, her cheeks must hurt from smiling as much as she does. It’s the most beautiful view. Not even the meteor shower can compete.

“I’m so lucky to see this. With you. Together. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.”, Max says quietly, cuddling into my side. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Forever.”, I reply softly.

“Yes Dummy. Forever.”

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lillylvjy · 2 months

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Won’t pretend to know (the challenges your facing)

notes; long title yes.. if you know where it’s from I love you /p. But this is very much a fic I came up with on the spot and I like it so! Take it and enjoy!

warnings; reader has a little sister, little sister is trying to be perfect for her mother, Wilma shares her wisdom, Wilma and Rory content, so much fluff!!!! If I missed anything please tell me!

edited: nope

wc: 1.8k

who: softball!wilma x reader (au by @phxntomsdusk )

“Hey y/n- oh! Hi Wilma!” You turned around to see your sister standing in your doorway to your bedroom where you and Wilma were. You both were supposed to be studying for your pre calc test but… let’s just say you both were gonna wing it tomorrow.

“Hey Rory! What’s up?” Wilma smiled at your sister, standing up from your bed as she went over to hug the younger girl who was once looking for you.

Aurora adored Wilma. Always came with you and your mom to games, sat next to you and watched the game with wide eyes as Wilma pitched or was up to bat. She was fascinated with everything Wilma did on the field. How fast the pitch was, the way her arm and wrist worked together to get that perfect air behind it. How her form was effortless when she was up to bat and how it looked so easy for her. She wrote a paper on Wilma once, saying that she was what inspired her to work harder at softball.

She was as already the pitcher for her club team and she was damn good at it, but she always complained how she wasn’t “Wilma good” yet. You and Wilma both told her that she doesn’t have to be “Wilma good”, she has to be… well Rory good! Yet that didn’t ease her mind. Especially with batting.

She always got mad at you and your mom whenever you were out practicing with her, you pitching and mom behind Aurora, helping her stance on batting and her technique on swinging. Yet, whenever she couldn’t get it right after so long, she would throw the bat down and huff off to the dugout. She wanted to be good, really good, and you all knew that.

That’s why Wilma took up the job of helping her train.

“Nothing much, I was just about to ask y/n help me with pitching again but-“

“Hey! Don’t think about it, she’s my girlfriend and I want her with me.” You said as you made grabby hands at the tall brunette, wanting her back in your area.

She laughed as she watched you, eyes full of love as she came over to you and pulled you up so you were sitting up.

“Love, let’s hear her out yeah?” Wilma proposed as she ran her hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. Slowly nodding your head, you leant into the touch as she sat next to you, wrapping arm around you as she nodded to your sister to continue.

“Can you help me with batting? Maybe pitching too?“ she asked, making it obvious there’s more to her ask than she wanted to say, but you and Wilma both knew what it was.

Wilma smiled, a hint of sadness behind it as she nodded. It broke Wilma to say the least. As much as it should inspire her and make her feel giddy, it just makes her feel wrong. No one should aspire to be as good as someone else, they should aspire to be as good as they possibly can and desire to be and have that inspiration to motivate them. Not drive them crazy like it did with Rory.

But Wilma didn’t let that bother her too much in the moment.

“Yeah of course, but only for a bit ok? Kind of have a koala stuck to me.” Wilma joked as the image of your arms wrapped around her waist and head on her chest was set in front of the younger, her giggling with Wilma.

“Oh, ok! I can just let go of you and hang out with Wil-“

“You wouldn’t dare leave me for my brother!” Wilma said in a matter-of-factly tone.

“That’s true, you’re right on that one. But please be quick, I want to take a nap…” you said as you got up and stretched, Wilma following behind you.

“Super quick! I’m gonna grab my stuff!” The girl said as she ran down stairs. Shaking your head you smiled at the spot she once was as Wilma sighed in content as she wrapped her arms around your waist and placed her head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll make it quick, I promise.” Wilma whispered to you as she kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, dragging you down stairs with her. As you both reached the kitchen, you saw Aurora waiting for you both by the back door, throwing the ball up in the air and catching it in her glove. Once she saw you two, she immediately perked up and took her glove off.

“Can we do batting first? I’m not good at it…” Rory said quietly as if the girl would make fun of her. Instead Wilma gave her a soft smile and crouched down to look up at her.

“Hey, that’s ok. You don’t have to be good at it right now, it takes time. In order to be good, you have to find that desire in you. Not in others you aspire to be like. This is your talent, not mine or any one else’s. If anything you should aspire to be better than me! You’re already looking like it!” Rory giggled at that with a big smile. “I don’t want you to be “Wilma good”, no one does. People want you to be “Rory good”. They want to see your talent. Not mine.” Auroras eyes lit up at that statement.

No one’s told her that before, that people wish to see her talent. Her mom always harped on her about how she needs to be good enough to even think about playing in highschool, let alone college. So she chose to focus on Wilma. Moms favorite player. She never really thought she had a talent in her, that’s why she was so insistent on being “Wilma good”. Wanting to make her mom proud with how she was just as good as her favorite player. But now.. she wants to play for her, not her mom.

“Be me good?”

“She’s right. Don’t listen to what mom says, you are as good as it gets. Show mom you don’t have to be like other players. Show her you can play like you, the best damned softball player I know!” You said as you brought her into your side and rubbed her head with your knuckles.

“Hey! Ok ok! I’ll show mom! But I’m still stealing your girlfriend away….” Rory says with a slight grin as you roll your eyes and nod. Both of them cheer as they run outside, leaving you behind to lean against the door frame and watch with loving eyes.

Wilma was so careful and gentle with her, always is and always has been. Treated her like her own sister and that was more than enough for you to fall deeper in love with her.

As you watched them play, Wilma pitching lightly and Aurora batting, Wilma continued to point out things and correct her stance and the way she held and swung the item. After a good 20 minutes all of you immediately saw a difference, Rory hitting the ball farther and Wilma’s pitches getting faster.

On the last one, the pitch was fast yet not Wilma’s full power, but Rory was ready. Stance as perfect as she could get it in the moment and eyes on the ball.

Wilma nodded as she pitched the ball while Rory pulled the bat back and used all the knowledge Wilma taught her in the short amount of time and-

the sound of the ball hitting the bat rang through the yard as Wilma looked at the ball fly through the air and land somewhere in the woods that surrounded your house. Aurora looked at Wilma with wide eyes as the tall women smiled and started laughing at her.

“Now that, that was home run!” Wilma mailed brightly at the girl as Rory jumped up and down and ran towards Wilma.

Hugging her, Wilma crouched down and wrapped her arms around the smaller girl as she praised her and told her how good she did. Smiling, you clapped as you saw the whole thing, being proud and grateful of both girls in the backyard.

“Y/n! Y/n! Did you see that?! Did you see it?!” Rory exclaimed as she ran over to you, pointing to the woods at where the ball currently sat.

“I did, love! You did so good! I’m so proud of you!” You exclaimed back with just as much excitement as you hugged her and squeezed her. “Why don’t you go find it yeah? Don’t stray too far tho! If I can’t see you anymore and I don’t hear a response from you, I’m coming to get you!” You yelled at the girl as she started to jog to the edge of the forest.

“I know! I won’t!” She yelled back at you as Wilma came up behind you and rested her arms around your waist.

“She definitely will.”

“Oh yeah I know!” You replied back as you looked back at Wilma for a quick second and gave her a kiss on the cheek before looking at the girl who ran further into the forest. “Thank you. Genuinely.”

“Anytime love. She’s like family, and I’d do anything for family.” She replied as she rest her head on your shoulder and pecked your neck.

Giggling, you laced your hands with hers as you pulled her arms away from your waist and dragged her with you. “You better consider her family, considering we will be married soon.”

“Oh? Who said that?”

“Me! Do you not want to?!”

“No I do! More than anything, darling.” Wilma said, squeezing your hand and swinging it as you walked to the forest.

“Well good.. or I would’ve cried.”

“Ooo I should’ve said no then-“ You bumped her hip with your own as she laughed. “I’m joking! I promise. Wanna marry you and get a house with you and start a family-“

“I will start crying.”

“Hmm shows you care so please do!”

You shook your head and laughed, “that’s for later love. But right now, we have to find my sister…”

“That’s probably a good idea considering I don’t hear her or see her…” once Wilma said that your eyes widened and fear filled your body.

“AURORA!”

“I’m here!” She said as she came out behind a tree and ran towards you both with the ball. “Sorry, couldn’t find it so I went further.”

“It’s ok, let’s get you inside ok? I’ll make some lemonade!”

“Yay!” “Yes!” Wilma and Rory both exclaimed as they ran back towards the house.

Shaking your head, you smiled at the two girls in front on you. And god did you love them both.

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mooncakesofpan · 2 years

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NO?! RIGHT?!

Teen dad!Billy Hargrove x Teen mom!hopper!Reader

Summary: Weeks after an incident with your boyfriend your not feeling well and with hopper concerned he takes you to the doctors.

A/n: sorry it took so long to put out another part to this. Reader is Adopted. This takes place before Vicky is born. im also appologizing right now i do my reserch but of course things arnt going to be accurate due to the fact ive never been pregnant.

Warnings: Teen Pregnacy , Angst, Morning sickness, mentions Neil’s terrible and Abusive Parenting, Established Relationship, Strong Language,OOC BIlly, She/her pronouns

Word Count: 1.2k

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You had been home sick for 3 days not feeling well having felt queasy and tired. Your dad was getting ready for work when he heard you in the bathroom retching into the toilet. Your head on your arm leaning against the toilet seat. You were feeling a bit better after that, you were obviously sick with something. “Are you sure your gonna be okay if I leave you here?” Hopper said weary “Yeah, yeah I should be fine in like a few days I’ll be okay,” “If you're not better by tomorrow morning I'm taking you to the doctor okay?” he says sternly butting on his jacket. El was toasting egos in the toaster while you were feeling a little better, you decided to try and go to school getting dressed and ready to be a bit late. You saw billy in your first period. You could feel your boyfriend's eye’s on you. As your class ended he came up to you leaning his arm next to you on the locker. “You been gone for 3 days, and every time I call your house all I get is your little sister saying you're sick, ” he says searching your eyes. “What's up with that Doll?” “I've just been sick I'm not contagious or anything I was feeling a bit better so I came in” Billy's eyebrows furrowed. “Well, I'm glad to have my girl back,” he smiles looking at your lips leaning in and pressing his slightly chapped lips to yours. you went threw the day with a very little bit of nausea. But you managed the rest of the day without too many issues just being really tired. Which Billy defiantly took notice of. You had made it back home and tried to eat something really that's you had been avoiding all day cause you were worried about queasiness. After a nap and eating a snack you were doing okay till 5:15 and your dad brought dinner home. “I got you an appointment with your doctor tomorrow something is clearly wrong,” Your dad says with a deep sigh “Uh thank you,” you said digging into your food. You were up bright and early, heading to the doctor. “Okay, so I do have to ask this hopper just in case. Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?” your doctor Hopper looked at you, eyebrow raised waiting for you to answer the question. “No right?!” he says sternly looky “I uh maybe, I would say no but there was an incident a few weeks ago with my boyfriend where the condom ripped and we thought it would be fine,” you rambled on. You could see Hopper in the corner shaking his head and rubbing his temple. “okay that's fine we can simply run a few tests, cause due to your symptoms it seems nothing else could be wrong aside from you seem to be a little dehydrated, and a bit bloated, can you tell perhaps when your last period was,” your doctor said. “Uh mine was a little over a month ago so technically mine should have started I guess,” you say a bit unsure, she nods writing it down. “Well we’ll do a blood and urine test and we’ll let you know when we have the results,” she said. You got the blood test and urine test and scheduled an appointment for later that week to go over the results. “Why wouldn't you tell me something like that happened” Hopper “Oh yeah, it would be super easy to say ‘hey dad remember my boyfriend you hate, yeah we’ve been screwing in the back of his car, and the condom we used was faulty and I might be pregnant with his baby’” you snapped. Hopper let out a sigh as you rode in silence for a while “Are you mad at me?” you said tears and streamed down his face hopper looked between you and the road “Christ kid, no I'm not mad I'm just concerned,” Hopper said “Your 17, and I'm just worried about how difficult this will be for you,” he said with a deep sigh. You nodded and the rest of the ride was silent. For the next few days, you were at school waiting for the result to come back in the weekend finally came around and so did your appointment. “Well, your test result came back Y/n you are pregnant we're gonna get you set with an ultrasound so we can see exactly how far along you are,” your doctor said you looked at your hands nodding. The truth is that a part of you knew you were pregnant, but the truth was really setting in as the words were uttered by your doctor. Your mind went blank as she gave you an appointment date and gave you some recommendations, and vitamins on what you could start doing now. leaving the doctor's office you had a lot on your mind you intended to keep the baby. That was something you thought about long and hard last night. How would you tell Billy though, you’d have to say something eventually. Your ride to the store was silent, your dad getting out to grab things as you went threw the pharmacy isles you grabbed the vitamins while Hopper grabbed some snacks and other things. Your mind was everywhere. as Hopper paid. the ride home was silent “What are you gonna do? are you gonna tell that Billy kid?” Hopper said “yeah, I'll tell him I think I just need a minute.” you got home and went in your room waving to El as she sat in her room in the cabin. you weren't entirely sure how to tell your boyfriend this was kinda a roadblock in your guy's plans for after high school. Go to California live carefree for a while, be wild young adults before possibly settling down. but now this threw a bit of a Rench in the plan. Billy was also a bit rough around the edges you had been keeping him in check with shit he use to say, influenced by his asshole of a father. You finally decided to tell him while the two of you were on your way home Billy driving you out near the cabin. the speed of Billy's Camero going too fast to be anywhere near safe. Half of you didn't really think much before what came out your mouth. “I'm pregnant” those two words caused the car to swerve a bit “Y/n What the hell! You don't just spring that on a guy,” he says looking between you and the road. He pulls over albeit roughly and brakes leaning his head against the wheel. He breathes out looking at you. “You're sure, like you not fucking with me,” he says lowly. you look at the roof of the car. “I'm not fucking with you I'm serious billy,” there was a long pause of silence “So are you gonna say anything,” “I mean it's mine right?” he says raising an eyebrow at you “of course, it's yours I haven't fucked anyone else,” you say slightly frustrated at his response “ Well then I'm gonna help raise it,” he said leaning back and joining you in looking at the ceiling of the Camero “I may be an ass but I want to be better than my shithead of a father,” he says breathing out “I'm not gonna leave you to do this alone okay,” he said looking at you and grabbing your hand.

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eris-snow · 10 months

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𝐒𝐮𝐧, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Tags: Deku's birthday series 2023, izuku x fem!reader

You've come to appreciate the little things: His nickname for you that never changes, no matter how many times you're edited out of his mind. It's something small, but you take what you can get.

I love the nickname Starlight more than I let on. It may sound a little exaggerated, but I hope you never stop calling me that.

Izuku looks at his phone screen where a Post-it note is stuck and rereads your message over and over again. By the 3rd time, his face was as red as Eijiro’s hair.

Relief sets into his bones when he sees that your messages are no longer filled with cryptic words that he has to read between the lines. That means you’re feeling better, right?

That knowledge puts him in a good mood for the whole morning, a contented smile fixed on his face as his sunny aura makes the people in his perimeter smile too.

Ochaco is the one who greets him first.

“Good morning, Deku! What’s got you in a good mood?” She beams, shouldering her school bag as he joins her outside the dorms.

Izuku greets her with a smile. “Morning Uraraka.”

For some reason, he doesn’t want to explain his feelings whenever it comes to your game of Secrets with him. It feels too personal, something that only you did with him. A selfish part of him wants to keep it that way.

“I had the best sleep in a long while.” He admits, scratching his head. It was a white lie.

His slumber had been dreamless that night, a rare occurrence that—

A thought flies over his head, making him stop short.

Why did he start calling you Starlight?

“Your note yesterday was sweet,” You say as you join his table for lunch. “I like your eyes too.”

Tenya drops his sandwich.

Ochaco blinks rapidly.

Shoto looks between the both of you, visibly confused. “Did I miss something?” He asks.

Izuku’s face flares red. “R-Really? U-Um…Thank you…” You cock your head, raising an eyebrow. What’s with everyone today?

Tenya gives him a disapproving stare, which makes him stuff a spoonful of katsudon in his face as the spectacles wearer gestures in the least discreet way possible at Ochaco.

Your brain, which was currently operating at the pace of a decade-old printer, finally catches up to speed.

There was no other way to put it, as you take in the hunger in her eyes and the formation of her blinding grin: Shit.

“What note?!” squeals Ochaco, sounding a little crazed as she grabs both of your hands tightly.

“Where is it? What did it say?” Her hands find your shoulders. “SHOW ME.”

You might as well stamp the word isomic on your head because you had the eyebags of a racoon. The nap in Katsuki’s room might have helped, but that isn’t going to make up for countless sleepless nights dating back to weeks ago. With that little sleep to rely on, it isn’t exactly easy to shake Ochaco off you.

“Uraraka, I think you’re killing her,” Shoto comments idly while he slurps up another spoonful of soba.

“Ochaco, the notes are private,” you insist, gently prying her hands off your shoulder blades. “I’m not gonna show you.”

Accepting Izuku’s grateful smile, you sit down with them and ignore Ochaco’s pout. Izuku’s sparkling green eyes drop down to your tray, and almost immediately, his smile turns upside down. “That’s all you’re having? I thought you’d be starving after class.”

“Not hungry,” You grouch, taking a bite from an apple. “I’m going to the gym to exercise anyway. I’ll vomit if I have a whole meal.”

“Still, that’s not enough!” Izuku protests, scooting closer to you. He pushes his bowl in your direction. “Share with me. You need the energy.”

“Consider this payback from me sharing my meal with you on Sunday,” You sigh, taking a scoop of his rice and putting it in your mouth. “We’re even now.”

“Stop counting,” scolds Izuku, completely unaware of the three onlookers staring at the both of them. “We’re still on for the study session tomorrow, right? I need to get my History notes done before our test, but I have 3 hours of training with All Might and Kacchan—”

“Yes, we’re still on,” You interrupt, nudging him to get him to stop prattling. “Now you eat some too, it’s your food, Zuku!”

“You need to sleep more too,” Izuku rambles on, descending into another round of worried mutterings, “I can’t stand to see you not taking care of yourself—mph!”

You shove the spoon in his mouth while staring at him triumphantly. Looking beyond pleased at yourself for shutting him up, you gaze accusingly at him. “Pot, meet kettle! If sleep at 11, you’ll sleep at 1!”

Izuku rips the spoon out of his mouth, arms flailing in wild gestures. “And if I sleep at 1, you won’t sleep at all!”

“I feel like I’m in the way of something.” Shoto stares down at his soba, and takes another spoonful of it. “Should we leave?”

“You can leave, I want to stay,” Ochaco says dismissively, eyes fixated on the two. Their argument had been traded off for a conversation topic about meet-up plans, so they had obviously missed something. “They were definitely closer than last year. It’s a shame that…well…you know,” The 3 of them share a look.

Biting the bullet, Tenya voices it softly. “That he’s going to forget?”

The trio’s gaze shifts back to the pair.

“She’ll get through it, though. She did last year.” Shoto pipes up.

Ochaco doesn’t know if you notice, but even though she knows that you’re hurting inside, that you’re counting down the days until the 15th like someone counting down the days left to live, your face doesn’t show a trace of that pain.

Your smile is genuine, your laughs are heartfelt and contagious. Whenever you’re with Izuku, your face lights up like a Christmas Tree, contentment and happiness surging into all of your expressions.

Ochaco’s heart swells with sympathy as she nods her head in agreement.

“She will.”

1 Year ago

“Tell the class?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “But—”

“Starlight, hear me out.” Katsuki powered through. “Deku’s birthday is coming up again and there’s going to be no other way to explain why he would wake up one morning and not remember you. You’ve already decided that you don’t want him to know, right? One of the idiots is going to slip up or ask him about you and you know it.”

Swallowing back your words of denial, you forced yourself not to wince. He had a point, after all.

“I-” Katsuki placed a hand on your shoulder, features softening. “I can get Kirishima to round up everyone so that we can tell them. I’ll be there to help and everything. Ask Uraraka to get the nerd squad away from the living room so we can talk freely. If you want to pretend like everything’s fine, we need to make sure that everyone is in on it.”

Silence enveloped the two of you for a few seconds as crimson eyes stared at you intensely.

“I’ll tell the teachers for safe measure,” You agreed, fingers wrung and twisted around each other. “We don’t have to tell them about Zuku’s birthday, right? Just the quirk?”

Katsuki nodded, rubbing your back. “I’ll get Kirishima to gather everyone up tomorrow evening. The sooner we meet up, the sooner we get it over with.”

Present

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Izuku says suddenly on your way back to the dorms. The sun was setting, the orange sky lighting your way back. “I started calling you Starlight because you reminded me of One For All.”

Oh? This was new.

Eyebrows knitted together, you prompt him to continue. “You’ve always been so warm and bright. And then the nickname Starlight came to mind instantly, and I don’t know. It just felt right.” He smiles at you. “It really suits you!”

You smile back at him, nudging him. “Thanks, Zuku.”

“What about me?” He asks curiously. “How’d you start calling me Zuku?”

“Mnn…” You look up thoughtfully, trying to find middle ground. You don’t want to lie to the One For All wielder, but you also can’t tell him the truth.

A memory consumes you, one you look back on it fondly. Your nicknames for each other are one of the things that never changed.

11 years ago

It was that park again. The one with All Might-themed colours that symbolised the hero’s growing popularity.

It was getting late, evening drawing near. Your mothers were on the way back from their meet-up spot in the cafe, and a five-year-old Katsuki had been tasked to take care of the three of you.

Izuku had fallen inside the sandbox where Katsuki was building a gigantic sandcastle to prove he could make better sandcastles than both of you combined when you had posted the question.

“Izuku, why do you call him Kacchan?”

Before Izuku could respond, Katsuki interrupted with his signature loud voice. “Because Deku’s a stupid loser that can’t speak properly,” He said almost braggingly, sneering like a viper who’d caught its prey. You frowned at him, helping Izuku up, “That’s mean, Kacchan,”

“Why are you calling me that now?!”

“Because it’s cute! I like it,” You smiled gleefully. Katsuki snarled again, but he doesn’t protest.

“Sorry, I knocked down our sandcastle.” Izuku stared at the lump of sand, half of the castle intact, and the other half destroyed.

“It’s fine,” You assured him, a frown etching on your face. “But I don’t wanna call you Deku.”

A light bulb lit up in your brain, and it made you clap your hands together. “I’ll call you Zuku!” You announced, pleased with yourself. “It’s shorter, and it’s nice! Unlike someone.” You glared pointedly at Katsuki, who simply threw you a writhing scowl as he stood up and dusted his hands. “I won!” He smiled proudly, admiring his work. “Take that, nerds!”

“Kacchan’s amazing.” Izuku agreed, before he makes eye contact with you. “I like the nickname. Thanks, uh…” He glanced around, eyes flickering from item to item. None of them felt right-there aren’t a lot of awe-inspiring nicknames in a playground-until he finally stared back at you.

The sun was setting and the stars had come out earlier than usual. “Starlight!” He blurted, pointing out to the shining dots in the sky. It was the biggest one he could see, and it made him grin broadly. “How’s Starlight as a nickname? Do you like it?”

Giggling happily, you nodded your head vigorously and take Izuku’s hand. “I like it a lot! Thanks, Zuku!”

Katsuki stepped out of the sandbox and brushed the sand off his shorts, scowl taking up most of his face, “You guys are lame!” He shouted, eyes narrowing on Izuku. He pointed an accusatory finger at Izuku, who tilted his head in response. “How’d you even come up with that, anyway?”

“I mean, I think Kacchan and Y/n are amazing! Kacchan’s good at everything and Starlight is both street and book-smart, so everyone finds both of you super cool! Kacchan reminds me of the Sun and Starlight reminds me of the stars! I mean, look at you two!” He explained enthusiastically, waving his hands at the both of you. “You both shine!”

Katsuki blinked rapidly, while you process his words in silence.

“Hah?!” Katsuki exploded. “You think I’m like the Sun? Are you saying I’m hot-headed or scalding or—”

“IT WAS A COMPLIMENT, KACCHAN!” You hollered, defending Izuku. “Take it!”

Kacchan was like the Sun, someone that made his presence known and a blazing force to be reckoned with. Izuku looked up to him in more ways than one.

You were like the stars. You didn’t think you were as amazing as people, so you always turned a blind eye to everyone who’d said so. After all, when you were living near to Katsuki, it would always be him who was the talk of the town.

Still, Izuku doesn’t think you know how capable or awesome you are. He doesn’t think you realise that, while Kacchan might be too blinding for some people to look at, you are just as beautiful, and easy to look at, as the countless stars in the sky.

Present

“Starlight?”

Izuku shakes you a little, making you snap out of it just in time to see a lamp post mere inches away from your face. Quickly, he pulls you away just in time, worry prominent on his face. “Are you okay? What happened?”

You shake your head and laugh sheepishly. “Sorry, spaced out for a second. Your question brought back memories.”

“Uh…O-kay…?” He raises an eyebrow as a prompt before he repeats, “Why do you call me Zuku?”

Are those-are those tears in your eyes? He blinks again, and finds them gone.

Weird.

Instead of answering, though, you press a finger to your lips and smile mysteriously.

“It’s a secret.”

I don’t like Kacchan calling you Shortie. Kacchan’s amazing and all, but he shouldn’t make fun of your height. P.s. I like the nickname Zuku, too! You don’t have to tell me why you started calling me that, I’m just glad you do. I can’t imagine you calling me anything else.

You find the Post-it note staring back at you on the washing machine. Somehow, Izuku timed it such that when he stepped out of the laundry room, you would be the first one who walked in. Huffing, you stuff the note into your pocket and pull out your unwashed clothes, stuffing them swiftly into the machine.

You don’t want to tell Izuku that the whole reason why Katsuki had started calling you Shortie was to make sure he never figured out that you were his childhood friend. You didn’t want to tell him why you called him Zuku because you didn’t want to lie to him.

You don’t have to imagine yourself calling him otherwise because, in less than 2 weeks, you’ll be back to calling him Midoriya, for the 7th time to match his 7th cycle. It’s not going to hurt physically, but mentally it threatens to break you because, once upon a time, you never thought you had to act like a stranger to the person you love the most.

#mha #mha fanfiction #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x reader #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha midoriya #midoriya x y/n #Deku's birthday series 2023

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If It Bites You

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Bradford! Darling, thank you so much for all your support! It means the world to me!

Prompt: The Monster of the Isle with: "Hey I think I might be toxic. Also where should I put this very dead snake?"

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“So uh, I have a question.”

It’s Craig. I didn’t expect him to survive this long, but he’s been surprisingly careful about not touching things, and very sensibly doesn’t try to save people who are already dead from their own choices. These days, we’re pretty much down to just the smart members of our group, and deaths are a lot less common. Craig has survived long enough for it not to be an accident.

Then again, he’s also holding a dead snake, so the jury’s still kind of out.

“What does it mean when something bites you and it dies?” he asks and gestures with the snake still in his hand, looking a little bit lost. “I didn’t bite it, so it’s not venomous, right?”

“Toxic,” Saffina supplies from her workstation and eyes the dead snake. “If you bite it and it dies, you’re venomous. If it bites you and it dies, you’re toxic.”

“If you bite each other and nobody dies it’s kinky,” Círce calls with a grin that would be promising on anyone else and mostly just serves to bare her fangs. She hasn’t let the scientists look at her teeth yet, but I’m betting that she is packing some serious venom. “So, dead snake?”

“Uh, yeah,” Craig says and looks around aimlessly. “So uh. Where do I put it?”

“Did it die before or after you touched it?” Saffina asks, and pulls on gloves before she comes over to examine the snake. “And you’re sure it’s really dead?”

“Broke its neck even after I was pretty sure it was dead. Didn’t want to take chances.”

“Good choice. In the box.”

Craig obligingly drops the snake into the box Saffina offers. Her claws can go right through her thin gloves, but they’ll protect her hands from any potential contact poisons. When the new specimen is contained, he edges in my direction a little bit nervous, and seeking the same reassurance I tend to give my Pack.

“So… changes,” he says tentatively. Now that I’m listening, there’s a weird little chitter under his voice. I wonder what other traits he’s gotten that he either didn’t notice or didn’t mention. “I’m… I think I’m toxic now. I didn’t even see it before it bit me and wrapped around my arm. Started to squeeze before it went limp all at once.”

“If it wrapped around you and started to squeeze it was a constrictor,” Saffina says, and looks into the box again. “That makes sense. It’s too heavy-bodied for a viper. Just in case, stay close. We don’t have any antivenoms, but if you start having venom effects, we’ll do what we can for you.”

“Thanks Saff. So boss… uh. What now?”

“Guess you’re Pack now,” I say with a shrug and catch Zack’s eye. He’s much better at keeping everyone in order. My job is just to kind of be the person people lay on when they freak out. Saffina took a nap on my shoulder after the acid claws revelation and Marishka purred and petted her hair. It was nice. “So your job is gonna change. Once we know what all has changed for you, we’ll move you to a job that works best with your new abilities.”

“I’m stronger too,” Craig says uncomfortably. “But I didn’t know about the poison part.”

“Sit down. I’ll test your fluids and get you some answers,” Saffina says reassuringly. She switches gloves now that the snake is dead and goes for the communal took kits for swabs. Craig is still bleeding from where the snake bit him, so she tests that too, before drawing a little blood, and swabbing the inside of his cheek. “We have baseline tests for everyone here, so I should be able to compare what you were to what you are now.”

“No cuddles until after we know you’re not dangerous to touch,” Siggi says, completely unbothered by so much physical contact, although some of the more American soldiers are a little bit weird about it. I’m glad that Zack just doesn’t care, and Siggi isn’t American. Círceisn’t as touchy as Marishka who is delighted to drape herself on anyone who holds still long enough. “How did you get bitten by a snake, anyway?”

“You know when people say ‘if it was a snake, it would have bit me’? Craig asks with a rueful smile, although he holds absolutely still as Saffina takes a small skin sample from his hand. It doesn’t bleed. Saffina is careful. “It was a snake. It bit me.”

“You didn’t grab it?”

“Thought it was a stick across a pack I was trying to move.”

He was lucky. So incredibly lucky, both that it was a constrictor, and that he happened to be toxic himself. Anyone else in our group would have struggled and many of them would have died. My Pack would probably be alright, but that’s something different. They all have alternative options for getting out of a bad situation.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” I tell him and pat his shoulder, careful only to touch his body armor, just in case the rest of him is toxic too. “Don’t worry. Saffina will figure out what’s going on with you, and when she does, we’ll get you settled into the pack.”

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The Monster of the Isle:

Isle of Monsters

Return to the Isle of Monsters

Monsterpedia (Subscriber Only!)

Doom in the Distance (Subscriber Only!)

Eight Down

In the Trees (Subscriber Only!)

Specimen Hunting

First Changes (Subscriber Only!)

Croczilla

Flying Vampire Frogs (Subscriber Only!)

Unsettling

In the Food

On-The-Go Snacking (Subscriber Only!)

Drum Doom (Subscriber Only!)

Below Beasts

Monster Versus Monster (Subscriber Only!)

Fight or Flight (Subscriber Only!)

Pack to Defend (Subscriber Only!)

Adjusting Time (Subscriber Only!)

Acid Claws

Smell What's Coming (Subscriber Only!)

If It Bites You (New!)

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I titled this chapter "A Wizard and their Glowing Plants" and it just brings me some joy. I also figured out the next few parts of this story and it's not how I initially thought it would go, but it works, so I'm happy.

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Ok, yes, it was probably wrong of me to use Osirus as an excuse to take a break from work to hang out with my friend. In my defense, I was ahead on my work, and proofreading is boring so. I lead him to Inanna’s tent, where she spends entirely too much time taking care of her cotton plants and experimenting on them.

“Hiiiii,” I say, entering the tent.

“Hildey! Come here, come here.” Inanna waves me over to a corner of the tent where she’s kneeling by one of the many cotton plants cluttering the room.

“What did you alter this time, ya nerd?” she sticks her tongue out at me.

“I’ve been testing what colors I can make the cotton grow in so we can skip some of the dying processes that dim the color. It didn’t come out as dark as I hoped, but look at this pink.”

“That is a pretty shade; maybe it can be used for decoration rather than symbols.”

“That’s a good idea.” She hops up to scribble that down in one of the notebooks scattered on the table in the middle of the room. “Who are you?”

Whoops forgot he was here. “Inanna, this is Osirus. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on him for a few hours. Osirus Inanna”

“Hi,” Osirus very dully greets.

“Nice to meet you. You’re not wearing any identifiers. You must be from above ground,” Inanna analyzes him.

“Yeah. You guys are really into those symbols, aren’t you?”

“It’s an easy way to keep track of people; it works much better than what you guys have up there.” She finally gets around to scribbling down the note she wanted to.

“We don’t have anything designed to designate what job people have or who they’re related to.”

“Exactly.”

Osirus turns to me, “Is everyone down here rude?”

“no, you’ve just only managed to run into the snarky people. Which is kind of your fault for following me down here,” I answer with a smug look. He gives me an unamused look at that.

I feel something tug on my leg and look down to see the little dragon I brought to Ossian. He sinks his claws into my pants and climbs up me again, returning to his place under my collar. “oh, the little menace is back.”

“is that a small dragon?” Inanna asks.

“yeah, they ran to me after seeing Osirus and hid under my jacket collar. I took them to Ozzy, but it looks like they ran away to find me for some reason.”

“Maybe they’ve bonded with you,” Osirus suggests.

“Dragons don’t just bond with people, and the last time I saw this one, they wouldn’t even let me touch them; they just hissed at me.” I wave off his statement.

“It’s possible they think you’re the only safe place here,” Inanna says. “Small dragons always seem to be looking for the safest hiding places.”

“maybe.”

I see the tent flap get pushed aside as another person enters the tent looking down at a piece of cloth. “hey Inanna, I-” he looks up. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t expect there to be other people here.”

“It’s fine, Zeki,” I say.

“do you need something,” Inanna asks.

“I tore my shirt on my run today. I went to get it mended, but they didn’t have the right thread, so they sent me here to get it,” Zeki answers.

“what color?”

“just plain white.”

Inanna nods and pulls a chest out from under the table we’re standing around. “it’s gonna take a little while. You can wait here or come back later.” She pulls out a fluffy bundle of white cotton and a spool. As she heads over to the spindle to get it all set up, Zeki goes to sit on a blanket piled with pillows nestled in the corner of the room. It’s there for when Inanna’s been working too long and needs a nap or for people who want to hang around and chat or help card the cotton.

“Have you spoken to the record keepers yet,” I ask?

“no, not ye.t I wanted to drop off my shirt first. I didn’t expect to be sent on errands.” Zeki says while settling down.

“I’ll grab some paper and a pen.” I leave the tent to grab the necessary materials.

When I return, Osirus is sitting with Zeki, “making friends?”

“I’m just asking some questions,” Osirus replies.

“don’t go stealing my job.” I sit down with the duo.

“what even is your job?”

“record keeper. I write down stories and events so we have an accurate history of everything that happens here.”

“sounds boring”

I shrug “doesn’t matter how you feel, now let me work,” I turn to Zeki, “Tell me what happened up there.”

Zeki tells the story of everything that happened from when he left camp to when he got back, including a list of all the goods they collected. As we’re talking, the little dragon migrates to my lap, and Osirus reaches out to let them sniff his hand. The little creature surprisingly lets him pet them.

“so you just go above ground to collect goods you can’t make down here,” Osirus asks.

“and to collect the local news once every week, although it might happen more or less around holidays,” Zeki answers.

“hey, Zeki, catch,” Inanna tosses a spool of freshly made white thread to him, which startles the dragon into skittering to Osirus.

“Thanks,” Zeki smiles at Inanna. “See you around,” Inanna waves as he leaves the tent.

I turn to Osirus. “We should leave Inanna to her work and see how Chieftess Aurelia is doing.”

Osirus nods. “Right, let’s go,” He carefully picks up the dragon.

#writeblr #my writing #ocs #dragons #first draft #third chapter #writing #I still don't know how to tag but we're rolling with it

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