#oh sorry and of course to complain about my mother

[redflagshipwriter]

batmom Cass progress post

(masterpost)

Far Too Young: Cassandra Wayne, Teen Mother Debutante?

Danny cringed away from the headline on the newspaper sitting on the coffee table. “I am so sorry,” he said miserably. Someone must have reported on that first day in the city. Why'd they sit on the story for so long? That was the only time he'd been in public with Cass. So far, he'd only left Wayne Manor with Damian and Alfred to volunteer at the animal shelter.

Cass blinked up at him, from her perch on the back of the sofa. “Don't be,” she said. “It's fine. They will always talk.” Her face twitched into condescension. “It means nothing.” 

He wrung his hands because it really did look like something. She hadn't given him the article and he wasn't quite bold enough to request to read it. But it couldn't be nice. Even the headline was judgmental. 

“It would probably be for the best if we made a statement.” Grandfather Bat said out of nowhere.

Danny startled and jumped straight up. The chair creaked unhappily when he landed back on it.

“Brucedad,” Cass complained.

He huffed and held his hands up. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to startle anyone.”

Danny hunched a little more into his hoodie. Well. Tucker’s hoodie. It was way too big for Danny, especially after the weight he'd lost. But it was weirdly comforting. He fiddled with the sleeves.

“Cass, could we talk about it in my office?” Bruce said. His tone was calm and even. Danny sort of suspected it was for his benefit. “Danny, Damian is looking for you.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny let his heels drop off the chair, onto the carpet. “Yeah, okay. Where's he at?” 

Danny found his 13 year old uncle out in the barn with his cow. Danny hopped the wooden gate to go inside and sneezed at the dust in the air from dried hay. 

“Danny,” Damian acknowledged. He was brushing Batcow. “I hope that you are well this morning.” 

Danny made that weird white person smile-grimace where only his lips moved. “Good morning,” he said, instead of either lying or being a bummer. “Are we going to the shelter today?” 

Damian didn't pause. “Unfortunately, I have been told that it will not fit in Pennyworth’s schedule today,” he said primly. He dragged another long, precise stroke down Batcow’s fur, exactly lining up with his last stroke. Danny eyed his sure, confident motions. “Instead, I wondered if you would join me in a project in the barn. Have you any experience with wood working?”

“Nope.” Danny drifted a little closer. “Do you?”

“No.” Damian dropped to a crouch to take care of Batcow's hooves. “It is of no importance. We can overcome.” 

“Hell yeah, Uncle D,” Danny agreed genially. Why not? He shoved his hands in his pockets. “What are we making?”

“Storage shelving, for materials intended for art therapy.” Damian made one final brisk movement and rose in a smooth motion. He hung up the tools and brushed his hands off. Danny followed Damian as he started to leave.

“Art therapy?” Danny echoed curiously. “That's neat. For ….you?” He ventured. 

‘It’s for me,’ Danny thought wryly. ‘This 13 year old takes his responsibility as my Uncle seriously. He'll say it's for him, but want me there, and-’

“Of course not,” Damian scoffed. “It is for Jerry and Batcow. They have unresolved traumas.” He pulled the door shut behind them. “We will require lumber from the storage unit, as well as an assortment of power tools. I am disallowed from using them without the presence of someone who is taller than 5 feet, or older than 20.”

“That is awfully specific.” Danny eyed Damian suspiciously. “I'm not going to get in any trouble for this, right?” He followed even as Damian picked up the pace a little as they crossed the huge green lawn towards a shed. 

“Tt.” Damian tapped in a code at lightning speed and then hefted open the door. “No. You will be fine.” He said flatly. He stalked into the dark space. Danny followed and sneezed at the dusty interior. “Can you lift 50 pounds?” 

Danny sniggered. “Yeah, easily,” he said with confidence.

Damian hummed in the back of his throat. “Good. You shall be the beast of burden.” 

That was such a wild thing to say that Danny blinked twice while processing it. Beast of burden?!? Who said that?

“... I'm not sure I like that,” Danny teased. “Have you heard that I'm the baby?” He gestured at himself. Weedy as he was, he was still noticeably larger than Damian. 

“You should be proud,” Damian said in a dry tone. “to be such an accomplished baby. Here.” He pointed at a bundle of lumber. “I require this.” 

Danny was a burdened beast back and forth between the shed and the barn for three trips to assemble everything that Damian thought they would need. The preteen oversaw it all with perfect aplomb, dark eyes glittering as his plan started to come together. 

There was a learning curve. 

“That's why they say to measure twice and cut once, huh,” Danny observed. He pursed his lips at the board that was only about half an inch too short for their purpose. They couldn't like, glue or nail on a slight extension, could they?

“We shall throw this in the woods so that no one discovers our failure.” Damian lifted one side of the poorly cut plank and dragged it to the back of the barn into an unused stall. It dragged a line through the loose straw cushioning the floor. 

“He's so little,’ Danny thought hysterically. He could not laugh at Damian. He absolutely could not. The little guy took himself so seriously. Danny was actually shaking with the effort not to laugh or coo.

Damian seemed to have no idea. “For the moment I will store it out of sight here.” He let the plank fall to the ground from an inch or so and then shut the stall door. Danny watched with his head cocked to the side and a hand pressed over his lips to hide his grin. 

“We have two more excess planks.” Damian went back to business. 

#dp x dc #dc x dp #red mama bat

[iloveyoumorethansoup]

Bro tell me why I didn’t know there was tea at my work. I’ve been there for like 2 months. Didn’t know we had tea. Only knew we had tea because someone brought up that we have tea and that single comment changed my entire course of every day from here on out. I have tea at work now

#of course it was my favorite server who told me. there’s a reason why she’s my favorite lol #no but literally I was like. what. bc we have what. and she’s like yeah we’ve got all sorts of tea look at all this #life changing information #like not to be dramatic but tea and I are very good friends #i was sitting down with my tea so happy and she’s like what’d you get green tea? and I’m like happier than I’ve ever been like yeah :) #I don’t know how she guessed that but also apparently at one point she was a professional fortune teller so like. as far as I’m concerned #she’s like the coolest person ever and also I’m allotting every accurate prediction to that lol #and I finally got to work with my friend today!! and then promptly got stuck in a different station #it was only for like 2 hours so that’s ok but I do think it’s funny how that happened #i love her so much like things keep happening with my mother and I’m texting her like omg ur not gonna believe what she just said #also Ive now worked in all 3 areas I can as a host at work and I can say with certainty that I love assigning tables and seating people best #like please let me do fun math to see who can take tables and go run around the restaurant finding servers #everyone Hates that job. so I’m always stuck there. turns out if you put me anywhere else I’m like I miss my board :( #not to get on tumblr once per day to blog about how much I enjoy my job but apparently that’s where I am rn #oh sorry and of course to complain about my mother #who is apparently ‘staying’ now. whatever that means #it better not be moving back in bc she and I r about to have some serious words if that’s the case #sorry but you don’t get to walk out like that and apologize ur way back in. get out stay out #but I like my job :) #u know what the entire population of that restaurant is my new mother #soup talks

[juno-of-wonderland]

Calling the staff "dad"

edit made on 10/27: Sam is now not speaking my mother tongue, sorry for that

warning: not reviewed

Dire Crowley

"are you done with-" "yes dad, I already did that" "…"

-this guy will ask permission to leave and will cry with happiness in the magic mirror -I also cried in the bath -he would boast about this to the other staff

Divus Crewel

"puppy you need to be more attentive" mumbling"sorry dad"

-he will ask you to repeat what you said -he had already adopted you before -but now he will ask you to sign the paper

Mozus Trein

"Dad, can you explain this part to me? I didn't understand very well" "…Of course"

-you think you saw the ghost of a smile on his face -he thinks: it looks like I have four children now -He is happy but shows it in his reserved way

Sam

you're trying to get something from the high shelf but you can't appears next to you "here little shadow" "thanks Dad"

-…he's too young to be a father, but he's not complaining -will teach you to be an entrepreneur -will make you sign an adoption document without you realizing

Ashton Vargas

"you're doing great kid!" breathless "thank you dad"

-oh, he's happy -it's like they gave him infinite cans of energy drink -I feel sorry for you and hurt other students when he gets so excited

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst headcanons #crowley #Dire Crowley #twst crowley #divus crewel #twst crewel #twisted wonderland crewel #mozus trein #twst trein #sam twisted wonderland #sam twst #twst vargas #ashton vargas

[a-small-safe-place]

Homelander x SingleMom!Reader

Building a Family

Homelander was walking to the daycare inside Vought. He did not think he would ever have to come down here, but he couldn't leave Ryan alone, and Ryan expressed clear displeasure about having to sit in Ashley's office. Ryan complained that Ashley smelled weird. Homelander understood what his son meant. Ashley consistently reeked of anxiety and fear. Of course, Ryan wouldn't recognize those smells; he was only ten years old. Homelander felt a pang of jealousy at Ryan's childhood innocence. He never had that opportunity. Dr. Vogelbaum and the rest of the scientists who raised him in the lab made sure of that.

Homelander entered the daycare area, and the few children left were chattering away. A little girl wearing a Homelander shirt ran up to him, giggling and reaching for him as if she wanted to be picked up. Homelander brushed past the girl and headed to the area for older children. Ryan walked over with a shy and somewhat awkward smile on his face. Homelander asked, "Hey, buddy, are you ready to head back up?" Ryan didn't say anything; he just nodded in response. Homelander understood that Ryan was probably overstimulated from being around screaming kids all day.

As they were walking out of the daycare are Homelander noticed the little girl from earlier hugging onto your leg while you chat with a daycare attendant. He recognized you as one of the top professionals on Vought's legal team. You were attractive, for a human, but you were still a human, even though your non-disclosure agreements had practically saved the image of the Seven. The little girl spotted Homelander and ran to him, clinging to his leg. You quickly scolded the girl, saying, "Sweetie, get off of him!" Homelander flashed his classic smile and lifted the little girl off his leg, while Ryan watched, somewhat annoyed and eager to go home. Homelander reassured you, saying, "It's alright; I'm glad to see I'm still popular with the kids."

You reached out for your daughter, saying, "She just really likes you. She has one of those huggable Homelander dolls and sleeps with it every night." Ryan quietly asks his dad if they can leave. Homelander seemed amused by your young daughter being a big fan of his and replied, "Oh, really? She must be my biggest fan, then." Homelander waved dismissively at you and your daughter, saying, "You two ladies have a nice night."

That night, Homelander thought about you. Perhaps you were more attractive than he had initially thought, and he couldn't help but notice your good physique. Even if you were just a human you could still be useful. You clearly possessed some good qualities and had the aptitude to be a good mother for Ryan if the situation arose. He decided to keep an eye out for you because he couldn't afford to appear desperate and let you know he was attracted to you. After all, he was Homelander, and you should come to him. However, your presence began to consume his senses and thoughts.

He smelled your perfume and your natural scent in the halls of Vought, heard your voice above all others, and occasionally saw you through the floors, unintentionally getting an up-skirt view when he used his X-ray vision to look up through the floors in your office. But you weren't showing any interest in him, which irked him more than anything. Homelander considered himself a god, and he believed that any woman would want him if given the chance. So, why weren't you pursuing him or trying to arrange to see him again when picking up your daughter from daycare?

Fed up with the situation, he stormed into your office. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked in an aggressive tone. You responded with uncertainty, "Sorry?" not sure what he was talking about.

"Don't play fucking cute. You've been avoiding me. Are you a lesbian? Or, God forbid, celibate?" Homelander inquired with furrowed brows. You didn't know how to respond. This man had the power to do terrible things, and saying the wrong thing could be disastrous for you and your daughter. Homelander continued, "I can't believe a woman like you is passing up the chance with someone like me. We're not even in the same league. No, I won't accept it. I'm coming to your house tomorrow, and we're having a date. Find a sitter for your daughter; just make sure she's not there. Nothing ruins the mood more than a child running around. If things go well, we can introduce our children to each other at the right time and become one big happy family."

With that, he left, without asking for your address or inquiring about your relationship status. You were shaken up, but at least you were still alive.

#homelander x you #homelander #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #homelander x single mom #singlemom!reader #mom reader #the boys x reader #the seven x reader #the seven #the boys #male x reader #male x female reader #female reader #reader x homelander #reader x character #this was yandere x reader but i didnt know if this would classify as a yandere fic

[eitaababe]

KISS IT BETTER !

ao'nung x metkayina reader.

a/n — sorry guys it's been a reallyyy rough past few days some shit has gone down but here's a lil drabble while i finish a fic 🫶 / also they're like 18 in this for sake of plot !

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To say you and Ao'nung didn't get along would be an understatement.

You two always argued, no matter how little or how big. From the way your hair was done, to who couldn't hold their breath as long, who was better on an ilu, you name it.

Though, despite you not being able to see eye to eye with him, you were always close with his younger sister. You were attached to the hip ever since children, and you spent practically your whole lives with each other, pretty much growing up together. You also grew close with her family, spending many dinners over at her marui.

So of course, you always had to see her brother.

Tsireya wasn't blind. Pretty much anyone could see the way you two acted around each other. And if they couldn't see it, they could certainly hear it. There wasn't a minute you could be in the same vicinity as each other and not throw insults at each other.

However, nobody really knows how or why you're like that. It's almost as if you were born into the world and just decided to hate each other.

And so you're sitting in between Tsireya's legs, her doing a new hairstyle for your hair and you whining about her brother once more. "I just don't get it," you complained, huffing in annoyance. "He really thinks he can insult me with a face like that! 'You'll never be able to get a boyfriend looking like that, y/n'," you gruffly mimicked, inaccurately impersonating his voice. "As if he's any better! Like you're the one who can't keep a girlfriend. He's projecting, I'm telling you."

Pulling extra tight on a certain braid you yelped, glaring over your shoulder. "Y/n, you seriously have a problem," Tsireya stated, sighing. "I mean if you really hate my brother so much, just don't talk to him. You both are around each other a lot for people who claim to hate each other so much."

"It's not my fault!" You quickly replied. "I swear, he's everywhere. I want to go clear my mind and go for a swim? He's already there. I want to feed the ilus? Apparently he was planning on going on a ride. I want to stop by and have dinner with my best friend? He-"

"Lives there, Y/n. He lives there," Tsireya finished for you. "I'm just saying. He may be my brother, but if he pisses you off that much you don't have to talk to him. He's good at riling people up. Especially you." She commented, finishing your hair and patting your shoulder lightly for you to turn around.

"He could piss anyone off with the things he says," You grumbled, shoulders drooping when you fell under Tsireya's disapproving gaze. "Fine. I'll try to not let him get to me. Starting now."

"Oh that's lovely, because he's right behind you."

"What-"

"Hi sister," he paused, eyes glancing to you in distaste. "Y/n."

"Ao'nung." You acknowledged him blandly, trying to take your friend's advice and not be disturbed by his mere presence.

"Mother wants you home for dinner," He continued, letting out a sigh before going on. "They invited you too." He finished, not sparring a glance your way before turning around and walking back.

"That went better than expected." Tsireya grinned, grabbing your arm and taking you to her own marui.

"Wait until dinner."

Dinner was going better than expected. You and Ao'nung hadn't argued yet, considering you chose to ignore him and he did the same. Your parents had joined the dinner as well, so you had no other choice but to be respectful.

Your calm nature soon disappeared as you heard the words coming from your parents mouths.

"What?" You exclaimed in disbelief, Tsireya sitting next to you with a shocked expression.

"Really, we think it's for the best."

"No offense or anything, but have you met Ao'nung? I can barely stay in the same room with him, nevertheless spend the rest of my life with him!" You complained, ignoring the stern looks from your parents. "It won't work. Me and Ao'nung, we don't work well together."

"For once, I agree." The boy finally spoke, not looking up from the table.

"Y/n, Ao'nung, I know this is unexpected, but we've all talked about it. You would make a great mate for Ao'nung. We'd like you two to be mated soon before Ao'nung chooses a girl us or the clan would not approve of."

You noticed how his jaw clenched at the comment, yet he stayed silent. You closed your eyes, trying to accept your fate. When you both fell silent, everyone got up and started to exit the room. "We'll give you two some privacy."

You watched as they all left out the marui, turning towards the male. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's my mother, I doubt anything I would've said would have made a difference."

"Of course it would! You're her son!"

"You're just so stubborn, aren't you?" Ao'nung suddenly shouted, standing up now. "Thinking you can have everything your way? We have duties, y/n. Grow up."

"Clearly, I'm the only one who's thinking rationally right now! How can you be willing to spend the rest of your life with someone you can't stand?"

"Well like it or not, it's happening. Deal with it, because you're not going to change our parents' minds."

"I can't believe you," you scoffed. "I hope they don't expect me to love you. I can't see who would." You walked out furiously, stomping back towards your own marui.

"Oh, you're one to talk!"

The next few days you two kept your separate ways, but both of you knew your parents wouldn't let it stay like that. They'd practically set up a date for you guys, claiming it's so you could 'settle the feud'.

So you woke up, already in a bad mood, putting minimal effort into getting ready. You headed outside your marui, grumbling what sounded like a farewell to your parents, blood boiling at the sight of the boy who was waiting for you on the beach.

"Y/n." He gruffly greeted you, not meeting your eye.

"Ao'nung." You acknowledged him back, mind drifting back to the other night. Were you too harsh with your words? It was possible you could've gotten caught up in the heat of the moment, and if you were forced to spent the rest of your life with him, you should at least try to be civil.

"...how are you?" You inwardly cringed at yourself, making an awkward attempt to make conversation.

He sent a questioning look your way, realizing what you were doing. He almost wanted to laugh at how out of place you looked. He decided to play along, for whatever reason. "Okay. You?"

"I'm good."

The both of you didn't talk much for the rest of the day, but you didn't argue either, so maybe you were showing signs of improvement. You walked along the beach quietly, the occasional tight-lipped smile, or a hum in response to one of your or his attempts to make some small talk.

Your hangouts usually went like that, you'd greet each other and walk, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You were too scared to say anything about it, or change the newly made routine, until Ao'nung seemingly had enough.

"Y/n," he sighed out tiredly, stopping and turning to face you fully. "This isn't helping us at all. All we're trying to do is not argue every time we're around each other. We're not fixing anything, hell, we're probably making it worse. Even if we can't love each other, shouldn't we be able to get to know one another?"

You stood silent for a moment, considering his offer. "I hate it when you're right," you deadpanned, dropping the 'nice' act. "It's just so irregular. Why would I want to be stuck with you?"

"Cmon, I struck peace and you're insulting me?" He teased, flashing a rare grin to you.

"Stop smiling, people are gonna start thinking you want to be around me." You told him, walking off.

Ao'nung went after you, chuckling to himself. "I won't make it a habit then!"

To everyone's surprise, you were finally starting to get along. You acted like friends, even if neither of you would necessarily admit it. You were spending your time with Tsireya, deeming you'd spent too much time with her brother.

"I can't believe I actually saw you smiling in the vicinity of Ao'nung." She teased, laughing once you rolled your eyes.

"Oh shut up. We're basically going to be with each other for eternity, we had to stop hating each other at some point."

"He was talking about you the other day at dinner, actually. If I didn't know any better I'd say he's taken a liking to you."

"Absolutely not!" You denied, shaking your head. "We're not like that. Like at all. We're just friends now, okay? We don't see each other that way."

"Whatever you say."

What the two of you didn't notice, however, was that the boy heard the two of you talking, heart slightly sinking. Could you really not tell how he felt?

And oddly enough, he felt even more determined to prove how he did.

To your shock, Ao'nung started making advances towards you during your scheduled hang outs. They were subtle, but you noticed the slight flirting, or how his touch would linger on you longer than usual.

You didn't think much of it however, considering you just went from enemies to friends in the span of maybe two weeks. You were right to do so, when you spotted him with another girl one day.

When you first saw them, you really could've cared less. Ao'nung was popular, and knew many people. If he had friends who were girls, it didn't matter. Everyone knew you were each others promised mates, and the word quickly spread since people knew of your dislike for each other.

You trusted Ao'nung, he was not only your betrothed but your duties were to each other, and he wasn't dumb enough to try and change that.

At least you thought.

Their second interaction, you saw the same girl, Mau. She was a sweet girl, you knew her through Tsireya. You watched quietly from afar as the two talked animatedly, large smiles and their laughter heard from where you stood. You hid behind a smaller palm tree, it's leaves shielding you from their view.

You couldn't quite hear what their conversation was, so you settled for just watching. You were shocked when she pressed a kiss to his cheek, and how he turned purple in response. You denied how you felt your heart drop to your stomach, and deemed that their conversation should be private and hurried to leave.

In the midst of rushing out you accidentally walked right into one of the leaves, your lip getting cut in the process. "Oh, fuck." You cursed underneath your breath, hoping no one could see you leave. You sprinted away to another part of the beach, moving over to the marui near the ilus.

Ao'nung squinted his eyes at the sight of someone running away, thinking it oddly resembled you. A wave of adrenaline quickly hit him when he realized you might have seen Mau, and he jumped up in panic. "I'm so sorry, I have to go." He excused himself, rushing after you.

He found you with the ilus, smiling when he heard you talking nonsense to them. He cleared his throat, "You seriously have got to make some new friends."

You froze at his voice, almost turning around but realizing he'd see the wound on your lip. You stayed in place, back turned to him as you kept feeding the creatures. "Don't be salty I have more friends than you, even if they can't talk."

"In your dreams, hun," He teased, sitting down next to you, confused when you turned away from him. Concerned, and a little scared you saw his previous interaction, his head followed yours, trying to meet your eyes. "What's wrong?"

You pursed your lips, turning around and eyes widening when you realized how close his face was to yours. Afraid of talking and showing him your cut you only shrugged, shaking your head.

"Why are you holding your lips like that?" He questioned, making you hot with panic. "It makes you look even more stupid."

"Oh just shut up." You mumbled, figuring there was no way out of this. You lowered your head, but not before he could see your wound.

"What happened?"

You really just wanted to let the ocean swallow you whole.

"I ran into a tree."

"While eavesdropping?" He laughed, seeing the way your head quickly perked up, the caught look on your face.

"I didn't- I mean-"

"Oh don't worry, I know you were just questioning my loyalty. I mean with a face like this, there's loads of girls after me. Had to break many hearts knowing I was promised to you."

"Keep telling yourself that. And if I was testing your loyalty, you definitely failed. Not that I mind, but who lets other girls kiss them when they're promised to someone else?"

"If you're jealous, just say that," he simply shrugged, smirking at you. "I turned Mau down, by the way. Told her I was already to be mated with another."

"Oh," you couldn't help but let out a breath of relief. "Your parents will be happy to hear that."

Rolling his eyes at your ability to not take a hint, he only sighed. "Yeah, sure."

Ao'nung then refocused on your lips, looking at the cut. "You know, we should really do something about that."

"It doesn't hurt that much."

"You should let me kiss it better."

"What?" You exclaimed, looking at him incredulously.

"You heard me."

Not bothering to hear your response his lips pressed against yours gently, in fear of making the cut any worse. His hand came to rest against your jaw as his lips moved slowly. You felt him smile against you before he quickly pecked your lips again, pulling away with a smug look. "Feel any better?"

"I'm not sure, you might have to kiss it better again."

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a/n — I FINALLY POSTED AGAIN. WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH.

#aonung fluff #aonung angst #avatar x reader #avatar #ao'nung #aonung x reader #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x you #avatar fluff #aonung #avatar imagine #avatar angst #avatar fic #i'm sorry if this is dogshit #i'm going through a slump #like i couldn't WRITE

[janeyseymour]

Hey babe it’s me, I know I’m the greatest😭 but let’s get to the point. What if we got a one shot of Melissa thinking about popping the question 💍to reader and she talks to Barbara about it and she looks back on all the time she spent with El and reader and ultimately decides to do so.❤️❤️

Im a sucker for happy endings bro ✨✨

Love Thy Neighbor, Two Families Become One- pt 2

PART 1

WC: ~3.15k

That night, Melissa dreams of a life where you are officially her wife and Ellie is officially her daughter. That dream that shifts into a sort of hellish nightmare where both Gary and Jared are there, and she’s doing everything that she can do to protect you. And then it flickers into a dream where you aren’t around anymore, and because Ellie isn’t officially her daughter in the eyes of the law, she ends up back with Jared. 

That dream is terrifying enough for her to wake up breathing deeply and making sure that you were still breathing before going to silently check on Ellie in her room. The redhead lets out a sigh of relief when she confirms that it was indeed just her imagination running wild.

When the two of you wake up for the day, she’s a bit more lovey than she usually is. Her hands don’t leave your body, whether that just be holding your hand or a hand settled on your hip and squeezing lightly. There are more kisses pressed to your head than a normal day. When she and Ellie come back from the grocery store while you stayed home to clean, they both come home with flowers for you. While you aren’t complaining, you are a bit curious as to why she’s being so romantic today.

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?” you ask as you hold both bouquets of flowers.

“No, you’re so silly Momma,” your little girl giggles from next to your girlfriend.

Melissa’s lips are on your own softly. “We just thought Momma should know how much we love her.”

“Well, thank you,” you smile against her. Then you lift your daughter onto your hip and pepper her face is kisses while she squeals happily. “I love you both too.”

As you’re getting ready for bed that night, Melissa texts her work wife.

We gotta talk tomorrow morning.

About? Barbara texts back almost instantly.

You’re still awake?

Well, I was falling asleep…

Sorry. We’ll chat tomorrow?

I’ll ask again… about?

Y/N, Ellie, and me.

Oh lord, what did you do Melissa?

Nothin. Just… please?

Meet me in my room tomorrow morning after you’ve stopped for coffee.

When the two of you head in for work on Monday, Nonna’s words still haven’t left Melissa’s mind. The three of you walk into the school hand in hand, Ellie’s backpack slung over your girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Little girl, you have to hang with your momma this morning,” the redhead tells your daughter. “Mom has a meeting.”

“You do?” you furrow a brow. “On a Monday morning?”

“With Barb,” she tells you. “To talk about insurance and how all of that stuff is changing.”

“Auntie Barb?!” Ellie asks excitedly. “Can I at least come say hi and give her a hug?”

Melissa almost says no, but those puppy dog eyes are strong and she relents. “But very quickly.”

“Wait, insurance is going to be changing?”

“There’s a possibility,” she tells you, although you don’t know that she’s referring to the fact that it might change because she’s contemplating asking you to marry her.

“Should I sit in on this meeting?” you ask her, concerned.

She shakes her head. “You just worry about El, and I’ll fill you in later.”

“Okay,” you sigh as you drop your things in your room. “Where are you meeting her?”

“Just her classroom after we get our coffees,” Melissa says.

After you’ve gotten your coffees, the three of you head down to the kindergarten wing. Ellie, of course, sprints ahead yelling Barb’s name as she goes.

“Auntie Barb!” Ellie is giggling and clinging to your girlfriend’s best friend by the time you both catch up with her.

“Baby girl, not that I’m not happy to see you, but where are your mothers?”

“Hey,” you chuckle from the doorframe. “Sorry to crash your meeting, but Ellie wanted to run in and say hi.”

“Well she knows Auntie Barb is always here to say hello to and give a snuggle,” Barbara chuckles as she releases your daughter.

“Alright, El,” Melissa looks at your daughter. “You got to say hi to Auntie Barb, now I gotta talk with her.”

“Can’t I stay?”

“I think you’ll have more fun with Momma coloring in her room,” your girlfriend says.

Ellie contemplates this for a moment before nodding. She runs to the redhead and hugs her tightly before taking your hand and pulling you off down the hall.

Your girlfriend watches the two of you make your way down the hall before she closes the door to the kindergarten room. 

“Well?” Barbara looks to her work wife curiously. “What on Earth could you have done that would require us to talk without Y/N and Ellie here?”

“I took them to meet my mom and Nonna,” Melissa states. “And Nonna told them that they were family and that Ellie was an honorary Schemmenti.”

“That’s great news,” the kindergarten teacher states.

“And now, I’m thinking about asking them to become official Schemmentis.”

Barbara gives your girlfriend a look in shock. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“I thought that you didn’t want to get married again though, and Y/N seems perfectly content with that,” the woman says softly.

“I said that it would take a freaking miracle,” Melissa says. “And they… they are that miracle.”

“That’s great though, Melissa,” Barbara tells the redhead. “Why did we need to talk about this?”

“Because… I need you to tell me that I’m not insane for thinking this and throwing caution to the wind again for her,” the second grade teacher says quietly. “I- I never thought that I would consider getting married again.”

“Well, why are you?” Barb asks.

Your girlfriend folds her arms over her chest as she perches herself on one of the tables. “Because I love those two more than I’ve ever loved anyone… Nonna and my mother adore them, called them family and honorary Schemmentis. And then, that night I had a couple dreams about them.”

“What were they?” the kindergarten teacher inquires.

Melissa sighs softly. “I had a couple… one where Y/N was my wife and Ellie was my daughter, another where Jared came back and I couldn’t protect Y/N, and then… the last one was… something happened to Y/N, and because I wasn’t legally Ellie’s mother, she went back to Jared kicking and screaming.”

“Oh,” Barbara sighs quietly.

“That one had me so shaken that I checked that Y/N was still breathing and that Ellie was asleep in bed.”

“That makes sense, Melissa,” the kindergarten teacher says.

“Well? What do you have to say about this?”Your girlfriend asks.

“I think the answer is right in front of you, and you would be a fool to not follow your heart,” Barb states. “Y/N has been nothing but wonderful for you, Ellie already calls you her mother… you have already laid down the foundation for a beautiful marriage.”

“What if it’s too soon though?”

“When you know, you know,” Barbara says smugly. “Think about it.”

“Thanks,” Melissa smiles. She heads out after that, knowing that the kiddos will be coming in any second.

When lunch time comes around, Melissa makes her way into the staff room and has your meal out and ready for you when you get there. You sigh as you settle yourself in your chair and lean your shoulder on her head.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

She presses a kiss to your temple with a soft chuckle. “Happy Monday?” she offers.

“It’s Monday, that’s for sure… Roman started off the day spilling my coffee all over the floor and shattering my mug, so I’m exhausted.”

“Well, I can fix that,” your girlfriend laughs quietly as she stands from her place and heads for the coffee machine. She pulls another mug from the cabinet, and while the coffee is brewing, her eyes linger on you.

You’re half asleep as you bring your lunch to your mouth, but she can’t help but think that you are the most beautiful woman in the world. She gets so distracted just looking at you that she doesn’t notice the coffee is ready.

“Babe, stop staring at me,” you tell her.

She shakes herself out of her trance. “Sorry. You’re just… wow.”

“I don’t have any makeup on, and I’m in your old Eagles sweatshirt,” you roll your eyes. “I probably have bags under my eyes actually.”

She hums as she brings you the new cup of coffee, leaning down and kissing your cheek. “You’re stunning, and I won’t hear anything else.”

That day after school, the two of you take Ellie to the park like you do on any day that allows for the little bundle of energy to run around and tire herself out. You find Melissa watching Ellie with a sparkle in her eye, not that that isn’t uncommon, but there’s something different about the way she’s watching her today.

“What’s got you lookin’ at her like that today?” you ask as you squeeze her hand.

Melissa smiles fondly. “Just… thinking about how much that little girl has grown and changed, and how she’s changed my life for the better.”

“We’ve been through a lot,” you smile softly.

Ellie is put to bed, and for once, you’re not entirely exhausted. So, you prepare for bed before heading out into the living room with two glasses of wine. Melissa is in her spot, glasses on the tip of her nose and looking at her phone with a soft smile.

“What are you looking at?” you ask as you sit next to her.

“The album I have of you and El,” she tells you as she wraps her arm around you and pulls you practically in her laugh.

There’s a picture of Ellie’s seventh birthday up. Ellie’s eyes are wide and filled with so much love for your girlfriend as she grins at the camera, holding up the toy that your little girl had so desperately wanted but you couldn’t afford.

“I can’t believe you spoiled her as much as you did that day,” you roll your eyes.

She shrugs. “Have you ever seen the kid so happy though? It was worth it.”

You swipe over, and there are about a million pictures and videos of your daughter at the park running around with the sweetest smile on her face.

“This one’s my favorite,” Melissa sighs with content as she lands on a selfie of the three of you. Ellie was in her favorite lavender shirt, Melissa was wearing that salmon colored shirt you adore, and you were in your overalls looking exhausted but filled with so much joy.

“I look like a mess,” you roll your eyes.

“Do you remember that day?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “That was while we were moving in and I was at the end of my rope.”

“Momma! Please!” Ellie had pleaded with you, but you were in no mood to go out into the world after an afternoon of lugging all of your things across the hall or down to the storage unit a block over. “Please! I just want to go to the park!”

“Elizabeth,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. “I already said no.”

“But please! I just want to play with you!”

“Elizabeth, you are on thin ice,” you warned, but she didn’t relent, and that finally got you to blow over. “Elizabeth Ruth! To your room, now!”

Your little girl, never used to being reprimanded, immediately burst into tears. And something inside of you broke too. Melissa came out from where she was rearranging her closet to make room for your things at the sound.

“What- what’s happening?” she asked as she lifted Ellie onto her hip and guided you to the couch.

“Momma- Momma yelled at me!” Ellie wailed into your girlfriend’s shoulder.

“I- I didn’t mean to!” you had cried right back into her other shoulder. “I- This has all been so hard, and I’m exhausted, and I just don’t have the energy to take her down to the park today!”

Melissa blew out a breath. This was all over going to the park?

“Momma telled me to go to my room, but I don’t even have a room yet!” your daughter whimpered.

“I’m sorry, El,” you apologized. “I’m sorry I lost my temper on you… that was not okay.”

“It’s okay, Momma,” your little girl forgave you quickly as she sniffled the last of her tears away.

“Why don’t we do this,” Melissa started. “I’ll take El down to the park and play with her while you get a nap in?”

“N-no,” Ellie shook her head into the redhead’s neck. “Momma said no.”

“Go,” you whispered. “Take her, have fun, and I’ll be in a better mood when you come back.”

“R-really?” your little girl peered at you from her place in Melissa’s lap. You nod, but your daughter doesn’t make any moves towards the door.

Eventually, with lots of promises that it really was okay, Ellie went with your girlfriend out the door and towards the park. 

You relaxed into the cushions of the couch, but you felt absolutely terrible for snapping at your child. So, about ten minutes after they leave, you too headed down to the park.

You stopped at the coffee shop down the street from your house, and you grabbed your girlfriend’s favorite, your drink, and a lemonade for your little girl. You found them almost as soon as you entered the gated area of the playground, and Ellie was giggling with glee as Melissa pushed her on the swing. Your daughter’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Momma!” Ellie squeaked as she pointed at you.

Melissa turned in your direction, slightly confused. “Babe?”

“I thought I should come down,” you told them. “I’ve been so high strung lately, and I figured maybe I should just come down and spend a nice afternoon with my girls.”

“Really?” Ellie squealed as she continued to swing.

You nod and take a seat on the playground equipment next to her. You started to pump your legs, and soon you were in sync with your daughter. Melissa just chuckled as she continues to push Ellie.

“Momma! you never swing with me!”

“That’s because I’m always the one pushing you while Mel takes videos,” you laughed. And when you looked over, Melissa was indeed filming you both swinging.

It was a bit before you got off the swing, and the three of you ended up finding a nice little patch of grass that you could settle on. Ellie sipped on her lemonade while you drank your coffee. Melissa pecked your cheek before pulling out her phone and holding it out in front of her. She snapped a picture of the three of you, cheeks kissed with the sun and high on life.

“That was a good day,” she smiles softly. “It was so nice seeing you just be free for a little bit.”

“We should do that again soon,” you tell her quietly as you sip on the wine in your glass.

The two of you go through her pictures, reminiscing on all of the good times. 

“Do you remember this one?” she asks you as she shows you a picture of you and Ellie dozing on the couch.

“Oh god,” you groan. “I was exhausted that day.”

You don’t know what hit you, but the kids wore you down that day. And after school, you collapsed onto the couch and pretty much refused to move. Melissa started on dinner for that night while Ellie curled up in your lap and started to drift off too.

You only woke up when your girlfriend snapped a picture of you, trying to be sneaky.

“Dammit,” she mumbled as the shutter sound rang out from her phone.

“Did you just take a picture of us?” you asked as you blinked awake. 

She shrugs. “You guys are just so cute. I can’t help it.”

Eventually, the two of you head into your bedroom, and you fall asleep against your girlfriend rather quickly. But sleep doesn’t come easily for Melissa. She’s reminiscing on the time that she’s spent with you. All of the good, the bad, and the ugly. She remembers the first time she told you that she loved you.

The two of you had a night to yourselves, your parents offering to watch Ellie so you could spend some quality time together.

“This was really nice,” you smiled at her as she drives through the city to pick up Ellie.

She nodded and brought your hand to her lips. “It’s always a nice time with you… I love spending time with you.”

“I do too,” you whispered as you leaned over the middle console to kiss her cheek.

She pulled up to a stop light and turned her head to kiss you gently. 

“Honey, why are you stopping? You never stop,” you ask.

“Because I want to look at you when I tell you, I would even say… that I love you.”

Your eyes went wide. “What?”

“I love you,” she said again, just as softly and just as genuine as the first time.

You couldn’t help but kiss her again. “I love you too,” you mumbled against her lips. 

She remembers the first time the two of you had made love. You were beyond nervous, claiming that you were in no shape to be seen naked after having Ellie- that it’s been too long since you’ve been with someone knew- your only body was Jared. She didn’t care- she worshipped you that night.

She remembers the night that she met you. She can still see her first glance at the two of you in her mind. You looked beyond stressed, Ellie was in meltdown mode, and yet she somehow still knew that the two of you would become two of the most significant people in her life.

She remembers all of the good, and all of the bad. How you get giddy at the sight of her. How her heart broke for you when you would cry over your failed marriage. The way that you celebrated the case against Jared. That time that you had your doubts in the relationship and tried to run away, only to come falling into her arms that night telling her that you were terrified of giving someone your heart again, only for it to be shattered- she promised you that she would never, ever do that to you. 

She reminisces about it all, and by the time that sleep takes her she’s decided that she is indeed going to ask you to marry her… so long as Ellie is okay with it. You, and your little girl, are worth everything to her.

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Espresso

Charles leclerc x Singer!reader

Face claim Sabrina Carpenter

Summary Y/n releases a new song for 2 reasons

It was also a request

Word count - long

Warning none, not proofread

A/N this is I think one of my favourite I have ever made an my best(?). I really like it! It took a day to make it (working on and off on this). It is pretty long but I love it! I also tried a bit of a change to the theme! I hope you like it!

Sorry to the person that requested it that it took so long! I wanted to make it earlier but than I was watching Star Wars with my mom and fell asleep so I had no time.

Don’t forget to Like, comment and repost! And give me feadback! It helps a lot! Let me know what you thought about it!

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Yourusername Suprise! I thought I would put out a little song before Coachella! And for celebration of something special🩵🤍

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Conangray So exited!🩵🤍 liked by author

User1 instant coffee boost

GracieAbrams I know what it is!🩵🤍

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User11 NO DONT SUSH GRACIE

GracieAbrams 🤫🤫

User2 so exited!

OliviaRodrigo Love the song!🩵🤍💜

Yourusername 💜🩵🤍

User12 SHE HEARD IT?!?! Liked by OliviaRodrigo

User3 SO EXITED! I will go to Coachella so I hope I will hear it!

User4 Why did Charles Leclerc like?

User5 who is that?

User4 he is and Formula 1 driver!

User5 Oh I heard of him! My dad watches it!

User6 but why would he like? It is so random!

User4 so real! No body else likes!

User7 Taylor, billie, girl in red and now Y/n?! We are getting spoiled!

User8 the cover art is so pretty!

Charles_leclerc 🩵🤍

Yourusername 🤍🩵

User9 OMG?!?!

User10 I hate coffee but I will love espresso

User13 THANK YOU MOTHER

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Omg! Charles! So weet

Of course min amour

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Simp

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Music video out soon

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User1 The comments?!?!

User2 girls don’t want boys they want Y/n Y/l/n

User3 I think I’m gay

User4 Love the song

User5 love this new era

User6 arrested?! So exited for the music video and song! 🩵🤍

User7 arrested for being too gorgeous

User8 love the aesthetic

User9 beautiful women ❤️❤️

User10 ISSHJEHAKGS HOW ARE YOU SO GORGEOUS?!?!?!

Yourusername Thank you love😘💋

User10 ISBHEBEBSJSIGSN I LOVE YOU

User11 ☕️🩵🤍

User12 ITS ME ESPRESSO

User13 song of the summer!

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TaylorSwift 🤍🩵☕️

Conangray Espresso…

OliviaRodrigo love it!

GracieAbrams It’s me espresso!🩵🤍

Charles_Leclerc thinking bout you every night

User1 this WILL be stuck in my head forever. And I’m not complaining

User2 SONG OF THE SUMMER FOR REAL

User3 real pop music is back!

User4 literally Brabie!

User5 can we just talk about the cover art?!?!

User6 literally a pop princess!👸

User7 SONG OF EVERY SEASON

User8 CHARLES’ COMMENTS!????!!!!! IS IT ABOUT HIM?!?! Liked by Charles_Lecelerc

User9 GORGEOUS WOMEN. Liked by Charles_Leclerc

User10 I’m in love with you. Liked by Charles_Leclerc

User11 Anyone sees Charles like and dislike the comments?!?!

User12 how many letters are there in Espresso?!

User13 ATE

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How many cups have you had today?🩵🤍

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Charles_Leclerc ☕️🫶❤️🤍🩵🥰💋😘

Carlossainz love the long☕️☕️

User1 WHAT IS WITH ALL THE EMOJIS!?!?!??

User2 Love all the singers and drivers comments

User3 it’s called espresso bc you get a caffeine boost from this song

User4 people’s pop princess 👸

User5 you’re THAT girl

User6 Obsessed

User7 angel🤍

User8 LOVE THE MUSIV VID

User9 HOTTEST PERSON ALIVE

User10 I love you

User11 WHO IS IT ABOUTTTT?!?!?!

User12 the smile 🫠🤭🥰

User13 I CANOT GET OVER HOW PRETTY YOU ARE

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Yourusername @coachella weekend 1, thank you to my incredible band, dancers, crew, team, friends, family for this special night I'll always remember. just a blue motel and a dream

And a special thank you, it was an honor to wear 2 custom @roberto_cavalli looks on this day in memory. rest in peace.

see you next weekend!

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User1 LOVED TO SEE YOU!

User2 love the last pic

User3 u are so perfect

User4 icon

User5 love the T-shirt

User6 princess, queen, everything

User7 Y/n y/l/n always eates and leaves no crumbs

User8 my queen

User9 loved the chill vibes and the intro of Espresso

User10 star✨⭐️🌟💫

User11 stunning!!

User12 Amazing! One of the artists that I loved seeing live!

User13 SOO PROUD OF YOU!!

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User1 he thought that with the thirst trap and Leo we wouldn’t notice the soft launch

User2 and it worked

ScuderiaFerari ❤️

CarlosSainz trying something new

Charles_Leclerc always

User3 THE 1ST PUCTURE🥵😍

User4 soft launch?!?!

User5 she is probably just using him for money

User6 AWWW LEO IS SO CUTE

User7 the 90s beach aesthetic? Loving it! It’s giving Y/n Y/l/n!

User8 2 SHIRTLESS PICTURES?!?! WE ARE GETTING FED!! THANK YOU MYSTERIOUS GIRL!!

User9 so hot

User10 dog dad era

User11 never beating the babygirl allegations

User12 what is going on with all these side quests?!

User13 Charles surfer era when??

User14 who got u smiling like that?? Maybe some twisted humor??? (Iykyk)

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ConanGray love y’all or whatever (jokes on you so happy for you!)

OliviaRodrigo switch en up like Nintendo🤍🩵

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that was one of the most fun shows I've ever played. I can't believe i got to sing Don't Know Why with the one and only magnificent @norahjones .... I can't believe my keyboard is haunted... and i can't believe you guys were already singing along to all the words in espresso. I feel so lucky. thank you to everyone who came to watch !!!!

the biggest thanks again to my team, crew, band and dancers for all your hard work and making such a dream show come to life. Love you alllll

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User2 I’m working late cause I’m a singerrrrrrr

User3 HE LOOKS SO CUTE WRAPPED ROUND MY FINGERRRRR (I don’t have any boy)

User4 “switch it up like Nintendo” is iconic

User5 too bad your ex don’t do it for ya

User6 OMG I just realised; if it is about Charles than that is about Alex!!!

User7 my twisted humorrrrrr make him laugh so oftennnn

User8 THE WHOLE SONG GIRLLL

User9 I CANT RELATE TK DESPERATION (continues to lives in desperation anyway)

User10 I know I Mountain Dew it for ya😎😎

User11 obsessed with the whole song

User12 The best song EVER

User13 all of them

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User1 Exactly

User2 THE 7th PICTURE HAHAHAH

User3 cutie

User4 LOVED SEEING YOU!!

User5 SABCHELLA

User6 Cus I’m a singaaaaaaaaa

User7 CHAPELLL

User8 👸👑

User9 POPSTAR PRONCESS

User10 who the boy from the past post??

User11 GORGEOUS

User12 MOTHER

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All jokes aside, Happy 1 year anniversary my love🫶 I am so happy to be sharing my time with you. Thank you for all the support and being with me through it all.

To the fans; thank you for being with me through it all and supporting me. Fans, meet Charles, Charles meet my fans. I hope you can learn to live each other and simp over me together (yes this is a direct attic at you charles (he ruined my plan with liking)(and how can you soft launch and put Leo in the same post??!!))

Love you all! See you sometime else!

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Landonorris WHAT THE FUCH

Carlossainz I knew already!!

TaylorSwift So happy for you all

GracieAbrams ❤️ He is the only one I trust you with!

Conangray He’s okay I guess

OliviaRodrigo You left me for a man?!?!

Yourusername I’m sorry my love. Let’s run away!

OliviaRodrigo Already packed my bag

Charles_Leclerc ????!!!

Yourusername nothing to see here my love

User1 WHAT?!?!

User2 OMG I LOVE IT

User3 I LOVE THEM ALREADY

User4 LOVE THE REACTION FROM SOME OF THE DRIVERS (Lando)

User5 OMG HOTTEST COUPLE ALIVE

User6 SGE A DOG MOM TO LEO!!

User7 ‘switch en up like Nintendo’ for real

User8 POWER COUPLE

User8 LOVE THAT THE AESTHETIC IS STILL THERE

User9 THE PICTURES🥵😍 WE GET CHARLES THIRT TRAP Y/N THIRT TRAP AMD THEM TOGJETEHR????

User10 SO HOTTTTT

User11 THE CAPTIONNN🫠🫠🫠

User12 SHE IS A WAG NOW!!

User13 Can’t wait to see her paddock fits!!

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~Mid to west~

Part 2

Eddie Munson x Henderson reader road trip au

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader

Warnings:none

Word count: 3,782

An hour into your trip, you hear the first dreaded “I have to pee.” Of course, it came from Dustin.

"Really, come on, man, we’re barely even a town over,” Eddie groaned, pulling into the next gas despite his sentiment.

“I’m sorry,” he whined, dashing out of the car the moment Eddie put it in park.

“Maybe we should all try to and we can grab some snacks” Steve suggested Ever, the mother of the group.

"Ugh, fine,” Eddie groaned, throwing his head back. “But no drinks!” He yelled as your friends dashed out of the vehicle. “I mean it!”

“There’s no way they actually listen,” you told him, giggling as you got out of the car Eddie close behind.

“My lady,” Eddie said, smiling brightly as he opened the door for you, bowing slightly.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you said, giggling and curtsying as you walked in.

After using the restroom, you were scanning the isles for a snack. Indecisive as ever, you finally settled on a bag of Cheez-Its, a pack of gum, and a nougat bar Dustin’s favorite for when he inevitably complains about being snacky (when he’s hungry but doesn’t want real food).

"This all,” the teen at the counter asked. Well, you think she was asking, but her deadpan tone made it hard to tell.

"Yup,” you said, smiling.

She looked up from your snacks, her unamused glare fixed on you.

“Hey sweetheart, spot me a pack of smokes?" You felt his arm before you heard his voice as he hung it lazily over your shoulder.

Casual touches like this almost fooled you enough to think that the boy you’ve been crushing on since you saw him perform at the middle school talent show actually liked you, or at least thought of you as more than his friends older sister, but then reality would always come crashing down on you when you remembered that Eddie was like that with everyone the pet names, teasing remarks, and touching. I mean, the boy was a walking ball of love to give, constantly looking for a new friend or a new lost sheep he could take under his wing.

No matter how many people teased him, judged him unfairly, or called him the most unspeakable things, he never gave up and always kept that signature Eddie Munson smile that simultaneously lit up the room and made you weak in the knees.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked, his concern-ridden face pulling you out of your thoughts as his arm slid awkwardly off your shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, I can,” you said, turning back to the unamused teen. “Uh, and a pack of Malboro Reds, please,” you told the cashier, surprised that the frown she was wearing could get deeper.

“You know my brand?” You could practically hear the shock in his voice—a deep blush taking over your cheeks.

"Yeah, I guess,” you mumbled as you paid for your things, purposely avoiding his eyes that were boring into you. “What?” You asked, turning back to look at him and handing him the cigarettes.

His doe eyes were soft, and there was a remnant of a smile he was holding back on his face.

"Nothing,” he answered through an awkward cough. “Come on, sunshine, the ass crack of America awaits.” He finished turning around to grab the door for you.

You quickly followed, telling the teen at the counter thank you and to have a nice day.

As you made it outside, Eddie broke off to go lean against the wall to smoke. As you finally made it back to the van, your cheeks were still ablaze from your interaction.

Everyone but Steve had made it back to the van, already getting settled in, to hopefully not stop for at least a couple hours.

After about 5 minutes, Eddie and Steve returned, Steve having two huge bags of snacks, so you wouldn’t have to get any more, hopefully.

"Alright, hellions, buckle up. We’re not stopping for a while,” Eddie said, pulling out of the gas station. “I’m just kidding. Of course, my van does not have seatbelts.”

***

"Eddie, I’m hungry,” Lucas whined, poking the boy in the cheek. “Can we please stop? You made us skip lunch.” He finished continuing to poke him.

"Sinclair, you poke me one more time, and I’ll cut your hand off and make you eat it. How’s that sound for dinner?” Eddie said it through clenched teeth and crazy eyes.

Lucas stopped his finger inches away from the boy's cheek cautiously after a moment of testing the waters; he seemingly gave up pulling his hand back.

Eddie let out a sigh of relief, unclenching his jaw, and everything was peaceful for about two seconds until Lucas decided that poking the bear was the best idea he could think of, poking Eddie’s cheek once more, smirking mischievously.

“That’s it!” Eddie yelled, pulling off to the side of the road, making all of you tussle in place as he abruptly stopped the car out of his seat as quick as lightning to tackle the younger boy to the ground. He was so quick, you almost missed the smirk fall off of Lucas’s face and the horror take over his eyes.

Which is how you found yourself in the driver's seat, looking out for a place to stop for dinner, with Eddie in the passenger seat slumped down, arms crossed over his chest as he pouted.

"Alright, let’s all get some food in us and stretch our legs, yeah?” You asked as you pulled into the first dinner you’d spotted.

Lucas and Dustin rushed out of the vehicle, the former fully recovering from the tackle he’d taken.

Robin Max and Steve took more time getting out, following the two rambunctious boys.

You, however, stayed in the van, waiting for the boy in the passenger seat to look anywhere but out the window quietly.

"Oh, come on, Ed's, you know you're hungry too,” you said, turning in your seat to face him fully. “And maybe your a tad hangry, and that’s why you tackled Lucas?”

"No, I tackled him because the little shit wouldn’t stop poking me,” Eddie snapped, finally turning to you, and while the vicious gaze of Eddie Munson was terrifying for most people, you thought it was adorable. He looked like a puppy trying to threaten you like a teddy bear with a knife.

“So you’re saying if it had been Steve in the driver's seat and he wouldn’t stop to get you food, you wouldn’t have done the same thing?” You challenged him, raising a brow. His frown softened a bit, a mischievous glint in his eyes, you assume, at the thought of annoying Steve Harrington.

"See, you’d think it was hilarious if it were Steve; your little sheep was just following in your footsteps.”

"Yeah, but they’re supposed to annoy other people, not me,” he grumbled, though you could tell he was starting to come around.

“Oh well, now you’re just asking too much,” you teased. “Now come on, I’ll buy you a milkshake,” you told him, hopping out of the driver's seat.

“Chocolate?” Eddie asked, head-whipped, to look at you.

"Ugh, fine, but I’m going to judge you for it,” you said, rolling your eyes as you shut the door and walked inside, Eddie following closely behind.

“Woah woah woah, sweetheart, are you trying to tell me you don’t like chocolate milkshakes?” Eddie asked, dramatic as ever, his hair whipping around as he shook his head.

“I mean, they’re fine, but vanilla is definitely better,” you said, shrugging. Eddie gasped loudly, clutching a hand to his chest.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” he said quickly as he pulled out a seat, gesturing for you to sit down.

You sat down flustered as Robin raised a brow at you, which only made your blush deepen.

“What’d you say to him?” Max asked.

“Get this, Red; she thinks vanilla milkshakes are better than chocolate,” Eddie scoffed before you could get a word.

Leading the table into a lively debate, with some taking your side while others took Eddie’s.

“You guys are all wrong. It’s obviously strawberry." Steve cut in your heads, all turning to him with disgusted looks.

"Okay, everyone can at least agree that Steve’s wrong, right?” Robin asks, eyes darting around the group as you all nod, “All right, it’s unanimous, Steve’s an idiot.” She finishes, and Steve looks offended while all of you laugh.

"Alright, I need to go smoke. You guys stress me out." Eddie shook his head, smiling.

“Those things will kill you,” you said, popping a fry into your mouth.

"Hey, you’re the one supplying me, so don’t get all high and mighty on me now, princess,” Eddie smirked as you rolled your eyes.

“That was a temporary lapse in judgment; I was distracted,” you shrugged, trying to play it cool, though the obvious blush on your face was giving you away.

"Aww, you saying I distract ya doll face?” Eddie asked, leaning in close.

"Ew, dude, are you really flirting with my sister right now?” Dustin interrupted, gagging immediately after he got the question out.

“See what I mean? Little fuckers are so annoying, I’m surprised I don’t smoke more,” he groaned, placing a cigarette between his lips as he stood up and made his way to the door.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” you announced, getting up and speed-walking to the bathroom flustered.

"Really, Dustin,” Max scolded, smacking him in the back of the head.

"Ow, what was that for?”

“You totally just ruined their moment. Eddie was finally growing some balls, and you just stomped on them,” Lucas explained.

“What?” Dustin asked again, and the poor boy was obviously very confused.

"Really, Dustin, do we have to explain everything to you? You’re not a child,” Steve quipped sarcastically.

“What these doofuses are getting at is that Eddie has just now started shooting his shot, and you might have just deterred him for another what is it like nine years?.” Robin explained hoping the young boy would catch on.

"Wait, are you guys saying Eddie actually likes Y/N?”

“Oh my gosh, look at those boys. Sherlock finally figured one out,” Steve said, slow-clapping.

“Shut up, Steve,” Dustin seethed. “So Eddie likes Y/N? Does she like him?”

"Obviously,” Max yelled, quickly apologizing when most of the eyes in the restaurant turned to her.

“So all those times he’s called her hot, he wasn’t just doing that to annoy me?” Dustin asked, still bewildered by the new information.

“While I’m sure that is a perk,Steve started sitting up in his chair to pat Dustin on the back. “He’s got it; he's had it bad since his first senior year,Steve finished shrugging.

“I can’t believe one of my best friends has a crush on my sister, and none of you told me,” Dustin pouted.

“We thought you knew it was pretty obvious,” Max said, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t want to think about that; it’s gross.”

"Well, you better get used to it because our mission this trip is to get them together,” Robin told him as the group nodded in agreement. “And it was working perfectly without us having to do anything but put them in seats next to each other, and you might have just ruined it,” Robin grumbled.

“How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?!” Dustin argued.

“Tell you what?” Eddie asked, making the group jump and turn to look at the boy.

"Umm, uh, that there’s been something in his teeth for a while,” Lucas said as casually as he could.

"Nice,” Max complemented under her breath.

“Okay?” Eddie said, taking a seat and continuing to eat his food, “Hey, where’s Y/N?” He asked through a mouth full of food.

“She went to the bathroom,” Steve shrugged, sipping his milkshake.

Eddie’s head instinctively snapped towards the bathroom door, a deep frown falling over his features. When he was met with the beautiful sight of your smile and the crushing feeling that washed over him, he saw a guy, the one making you smile.

Eddie’s glare made everyone’s eyes shift to the bathroom as you giggled behind your hand at something the boy said.

And before the smart part of Eddie’s brain could even think of telling him to stay seated, he was on his feet, speeding faster than he could think.

You noticed him before he could even get a word out, turning to smile at him. “Hey Eddie, what’s up?” You asked, brows furrowed, man; he was so screwed if all it took was you smiling at him to turn him into jelly.

"Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said, composing himself to smirk at you. “Who's your friend?” He asked, glaring daggers into the man in front of you.

"Oh, this is Chad; he saw me looking at maps and said he’s traveling west too,” you told him, smiling.

“How convenient,” Eddie bit out, his voice lashing in sarcasm.

"Yeah, man, a total coincidence,” Chad said, returning Eddie’s glare.

The two men stood in unmoving silence, glaring daggers at each other. You furrowed your brows, looking between them, rolling your eyes as far back into your head as they could go at your realization. “Oh my, are you two having a staring contest right now?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief.

You took their unblinking silence as an answer: “Stop it, you doofus!” You exclaimed, smacking his arm lightly.

“Hey!” Eddie shrieked, “You made me lose!”

“Lose what exactly? What would’ve happened at the end of that contest? What would you have won?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“I’m not exactly a hundred percent on the rules, but I’m pretty sure he gets you now,” Eddie deadpanned.

“Dude, I thought we were just asserting dominance.”

Eddie looked at the man with an expression somewhere between shock, disgust, and anger. “And that’s who won, thanks to you, sweetheart.”

“I’m not some prize, Munson,” you scoffed, walking back towards your friends.

"Yeah, no shit. I was joking that dude never would’ve beat me fair and square anyway.”

“I don’t need you to fight my battles or win me, and also, I was just talking to someone new. What is your issue?” You asked, turning to face him as you made it out in front of the diner.

“What’s my issue?!” Eddie challenged, “I don’t know, haven’t you ever heard of stranger danger? The guy was practically eye-fucking you the whole conversation.”

“So?” You asked, making Eddie scoff.

“So? So?” He asked back in unbelief, “You know what? Fine, whatever have fun getting murdered in the back of some creeps van!” Eddie exclaimed, arms waving, as he turned on his heels to stomp to the van.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that,” you said, stomping after him, “and stop walking away.” You grabbed his hand, making him turn to you and ask, “Why do you care so much?”

Eddie pulled you towards him effortlessly, pinning you up against the back of the van out of view of your friends.

His breath was hot and rugged as it fanned over your face, his doe eyes peering into your soul as he examined your face, his gaze darting between your lips and eyes.

“I care because I want you to be mine,” he whispered in your ear, his hand coming up to cup the side of your neck as you sucked in a breath. “You want that, baby?” Eddie teased biting your earlobe, and you whimpered.

"Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl, you will soon enough,” Eddie told you, inches away from your face, lips so close to touching as your body tingled in anticipation. Just as Eddie was about to close the gap, you were abruptly pulled out of your false reality by the very person you made it for. As he shook your shoulder gently, “Hey, wake up, pretty girl, we’ve got to get back on the road,” he whispered, moving some hair out of your face.

A deep blush set in at the pet name—the same pet name he had just used in your dream—coming into the front of your mind—that little voice telling you he knew but there’s no way he could know, right?

The existential crisis must have been showing on your face because Eddie was looking at you concerned. “You okay, sunshine, you look a little dazed. Nap that good?” He asked, quirking a brow.

"Yeah,” you said almost too quickly, "um, I didn’t even realize I felt asleep.”

“Oh yeah, you feel asleep on my shoulder a few minutes after you came back from the bathroom,” he shrugged.

"Well, you have a comfortable shoulder, thanks, pal,” you said, froging him in the arm, quickly getting out of your seat and speed-walking to the van.

“That was painful,” Robin said as she exited the diner behind you.

“Did I just call him pal and punch him in the arm?” You asked, your head falling on her shoulder.

"Yeah, it was pretty hard to watch,” she deadpanned. "Robin,” you whined.

“Right, sorry,” she said as she started to run a comforting hand through your hair. “What even happened to get you that flustered?”

“I kind of had a sex dream about Eddie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by her shoulder.

“You had a sex dream about Munson, while you were napping on him,?!?” she said a bit too loudly for your taste.

“Shhh Robin”

"Right, sorry, you had a sex dream about Munson?” She repeated it in a whisper.

"Well, kind of, I was woken up before any actual sex happened, but that’s where it was leading,” you told her, finally lifting your head. “What am I going to do? I feel like a perv.”

"Okay, first of all, it’s completely natural, and second, maybe that’s your subconscious way of telling you to, you know, make a move,” Robin said, biting her thumb nail.

“You think I should make a move on him? Does he even like me?” You asked, pulling Robin's thumb away from her mouth.

“Are you kidding me? You were totally just drooling all over him in your sleep, and he didn’t even bat an eye at the guys.”

“I drooled on him.” You half asked, half whined, her head failing back into place on her shoulder.

***

“Did she just call me Pal?" Eddie asked through a dejected sigh, slumping in his seat.

"Yeah, she also drooled on you a little bit,” Dustin pointed out, poking a spot on his shoulder over the table.

“And I find that unbelievably adorable. I’m so fucked. I just got pal zoned. I think that’s worse than the friend zone,” Eddie whined, beating his head on the table.

"Oh, stop that. She didn’t mean anything by it. She just got flustered. She likes you, okay. Stop stressing and dancing around it flirtatiously and just ask her out.” Dustin told him, his eyes rolling as far back into his head as they could go.

“She said that?” Eddie’s head perked up like a puppy who had just been offered a treat.

“Not exactly, but I’m her brother, and a brother knows." Dustin shrugged, standing up. “Just go for it, man, she’s into you. I promise, just you know, maybe don’t do it in front of me because gross.”

“When did you get so wise?” Steve asked, hands on his hips, sassy as ever.

“I’ve always been wise; you deepshits just never notice,” he said, sticking his chin high as he walked off.

“No wonder his head is so big; it’s got to fit that massive ego.”

***

It’s been two hours since you stopped for dinner and 12 since you started the trip as a whole. Eddie had driven for another hour after you stopped before you made him stop and let Steve drive before he felt asleep at the wheel.

Steve and Robin were now in front. Robin passed out until Steve would shake her awake to ask for directions.

And other than the sound of Steve’s quiet humming and soft snores coming from the kids, the van was quiet.

Eddie was out cold the second his head hit the makeshift pillow of his waded-up leather jacket, stirring occasionally to find a more comfortable position.

You were in the limbo between resting and actually sleeping, not completely awake and not completely asleep, when you felt something touch your side. You turned your head, smiling sleepily at the sight in front of you. Eddie, who was already close due to the big group and limited space you had in the back of the van, had moved to lay on his side, one arm curled under his arm to replace the jacket that was now thrown over his body lazily, his other hand poking out just barely grazing your side. You could feel the coldness of his fingers through the thin material of your tank top.

You sat up frowning on the lookout for another blanket, but it seemed that every one was being occupied. After a few minutes of trying to plan in your sleepy state, you finally decided on just sharing yours with him. It wasn’t huge, but you think it could fit over both of you if you shifted a little closer.

You gently pulled the leather jacket off him, setting it aside, grabbing his hand, and moving it closer to his own body as slowly as you could, smiling proudly when you managed to do so without disturbing him.

After shifting as close as you could without actually touching the boy, you took your time situating the blanket, making sure it covered him as much as possible. You finally laid back down yourself, too tired to be anxious about the little amount of space between the two of you.

You had just closed your eyes when another touch pulled you out of your almost-sleep. This time it was more than a few fingers. Eddie was now curled into your side, arm thrown over your waist, head resting on your collarbone without even thinking you started lazily ruining a hand through his curls, making him snuggle into you further. You felt your body relax against him, starting to pull you down into sleep, finally letting it take you. You lay there with a sleepy smile on your lips, content to lay like this the rest of the night. Even if you weren’t really sure where this would leave you, when you wake up, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Relaxing in the heat, his body was now suppling, finally closing your eyes to let sleep take you.

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My, Penitence

real!dad leon kennedy x afab!reader the content ahead may contain incest topics, sexual content, blood, p in v , noncon, "L" bombs, abuse, love bombing / manipulation & more. please turn away if this makes you uncomfortable. this your only warning ! !

an: wow this is a long one-- it was a fic that was on my mind for a while 👀 i finally have gotten to finish it after so long, might have some mistakes maybe im not entirely sure, i was in the zone writing this. ><;; i also envisioned vendetta leon for this if that helps ahhh..

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You slowly started to get desperate for your dad. It was an unusual feeling — Why would you have these feelings with him? Oh, of course it faded at some point, yeah.. But you eventually fell right back into it. You'll never understand how things happened so fast but you weren't necessarily complaining in the end. Without him, you were nothing. secretly in the back of your head with your deepest darkest secrets. Not like you had anything else going for you anyways.

You might as well be his new wife, right?

_

You remember it like yesterday, the day you finally had confessed to your father about your sick feelings towards him. You explained it in great detail.. How he made you feel, what you specifically dreamed of. You practically spilled the beans on everything in your head.

"I know you're my dad but.."

"But?"

"I.."

You struggled to even get it out, but now it was better than never. If you didn't, he'd never know and you'll forever be in distress. Sure, you had to take your chances of flipping a coin.. Heads if he also felt the same way or was just as freaky as you. Or tails, where he'd look at you in disgust and get you some kind of therapy or something. Ooor... Maybe even lock you away for even having those kinds of thoughts. But you never thought of the 'in-between'. Hypothetically, what if he has those thoughts but feels guilty?

Hell, you didn't know. Fuck a coin flip at this point.. You wanted to just blurt it out and tell him how you felt.

"I think I'm in love with you.. You've made me feel things no other guy has and I-"

"What?"

The tone he gave off was enough to shatter your poor little heart right in that moment. You stared wide eyed while he stared back at you with a concerned look. He wasn't having it, you already knew ahead of time. He didn't even have to speak for you to understand how he was feeling.

"Sweetheart, no.. Look-"

He sighs, putting a hand on your shoulder while frowning. Leon never in his days expected to handle something of this nature, but he tried to handle it the best way he could. He wanted nothing more than to be a good father. Not.. A father who sleeps with his daughter.

"Those thoughts you are having? It's not normal.. I can't be with you." He explains, "You're my daughter. My angel, my everything. Raised you since you were a little thing. I can't just.."

Get with your own daughter? Have sexual relations with your daughter? Yeah..

You knew what the answer was. It was a solid no. He didn't continue his sentence, just stood there awkwardly, processing what was even said and how to respond again. How could you casually say that anyways?

"Sorry-"

"No, it's fine. Those feelings are normal I suppose, but it-"

"I'm sorry."

You didn't give him time to say anything else, you instantly stormed off to your room and slammed the door. Loudly at that. It rang his ears, really pushing the nail into his skin some more after that as if it wasn't bad enough earlier. He stood there for a little longer before cursing under his breath, ruffling his hair with his hand in a frustrated manner. How was he gonna deal with you after this? Who knows...

_

As if things couldn't have gotten anymore worse than it was after that 'confession' you made - a divorce happened between your parents. Your mother was yelling at your father when you came back home from work and all you saw was furniture and glass all over the floor. Your eyes were wide and your mother stormed past you without a word. Didn't even bat an eye in your direction.

"Mom!?"

You call out but it's too late, she's already in the car and rushed off. Gone. You're standing there, eyes wide and Leon in the back with nothing to say. What could he say after that? Right. Nothing. The breeze from outside was loud and so was the silence you and your father had after your mother left. She left everything behind, didn't even return later. Didn't even take you with her? Of course, it was the heat of the moment but she didn't even seem to care to have you by her side, just left you along with your dad.

This wasn't gonna end well with it just being you and him. (Considering what happened earlier that week..)

_

You weren't the type to complain about silence or anything but the silence in the house since that day had made you uneasy. Worst of all? Your father was an alcoholic now. He didn't take the divorce well and very much did miss his wife, at least from what you assumed. They were the 'shining bright' couple after all. But surely there were flaws that hid beneath it all. No relationship is perfect anyways and you knew that well enough.

But off topic of the relationship. You were worried, when he made nothing but whiskey his only 'diet' with some occasional sandwiches here and there. But it was slowly getting worse and worse by the day. You kept your distance, not really bothering to interact with him as much since you knew people under the influence of alcohol weren't entirely .. 'Okay' in the head. And yeah, yeah.. You still felt icky about the whole crush thing and how you loved your father in a different way but — You felt as if it was a phase since you haven't acted upon it for a while.

Must've actually been healing.. Maybe it was good he rejected you and you had a chance to reflect. Be a normal human being in society.

But that didn't go as planned. Things were too good to be true. Your always drunk father not doing anything to you for a while and ignoring you? Of course he wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Sweetheart."

"Hey?"

One night he was stumbling towards your room after being out for some hours, hand pressed on the door as it swung open. You jumped, pulling your headphones off while you laid there on your bed with your work all scattered around the surface. You and your father hadn't actually sat down and spoke after the divorce. It was constant repeat of:

"Hi." , "Hey." , "How are you?", "Good.."

You reply, already smelling the booze off of him from across the room. You could visibly see the eyebags from him and his unkept hair. He had his stormy blues locked on you before he groaned, slyly shutting the door and moved towards your bed, sitting down on the edge while tilting his head.

"Mm...What are you up to angel?.. Math..? Science.. Reading?"

He surely was out of it, swaying a tiny bit while keeping his gaze on you. Didn't even glance at the papers which were boldly labeled math. You were quiet, for a good reason — he practically stared you down the whole time with shaky breaths. Y 'couldn't blame him though, he did drink like it was water and was anywhere but sober.

"Math.. But, what do you want? I'm trying to finish my w-"

"You."

"What?"

"You."

You felt the skin on your hair raise when he repeated himself. You remember hearing him the last time sounding like you when you had that stupid taboo moment, almost went through with it too until you changed. Improved as a person but for him? He wasn't thinking straight. If anything, he wanted nothing more to listen to the back of his head - the deepest darkest things.

"I want you sweetheart.. Need...Need you.."

He mutters, snaking his hands along your thighs. You smack them away of course, staring at him with that wide eyed expression. You almost felt disgusting when he touched you. He was your father. Your real father.

"Dad! What the fuck, no!"

You hissed, seeing him pause after you smacked his hands away, denying his 'love'. He had stared back wide eyed too but soon enough that expression went into a furious one. He moved closer to you before pinning you down beneath him, rolling you onto your back — placing one hand down on your neck and the other on your thigh. He squeezes your thigh, looking down at you with teary, sluggish eyes.

He looked nothing like the father you knew.. He was awful.

"I'm your father.. Y 'should love me."

He says, tightening his grip on your thigh and soon after your neck. He squeezed hard.. Making you gasp for air for a moment while he nearly stopped your circulation of blood and breathing.

"Dad- gh.. D..dad!—"

You go into a state of panic. Things were happening too fast for you to even react. Your hands had smacked along his arms before you dug your nails into his skin and sobbed. He saw your tears and distress but again, the man was too far gone in the head to mentally care about 'morals'. He didn't even think they existed in this moment at all.

"You're like your mother right now..Love me to death once, then turn around and treat me like nothing."

You didn't reply, just stared wide eyed as he spoke. Doing that made things not so- Great either.

"That's it? Huh? You don't love me... What happened to when you confessed to me? — What was it... Loving your own father? Me making you feel something you never felt before when I never even fucked you or touched you?" He growls, cupping your face now which had your lips all puckered up.

"Actually.. You haven't brought it up to me again since that day.. But I've had some thought to it..."

Oh no.

Your body tensed up, hands shakily brought up to his arms as you tugged and scratched at them. Your eyes were all watery still - your throat feeling dry from his nearly choking you out for a moment. Surely, he had to have bruised it.

"N-no that's not.. It. You said it was wrong before and-"

"I lied."

He cuts you off, not even hesitating to lean in and kiss you. What the fuck..? Your eyes were wide and your body ached while his lips were pressed along yours. He kissed you passionately but sloppily. You wanted to hurl from the after taste of alcohol on his lips , still attempting to pull him off but again, nothing seemed to really work. He was much stronger than you.

"Mmh..Love you so much.. I wish I went along with your confession that day.."

He mutters into the kiss, slowly bringing his knee up in between your thighs. Panicking, you squirm like crazy and muffle out a sob — but he was so focused on this to even care about how you felt. He kept kissing you, lips molded together, saliva pouring out - it was all a complete mess.

Eventually he pulled back, leaving a string of spit from the both of your lips while grinding his knee along your crotch. Obviously, you weren't turned on. None of this had you turned on anymore. Sure, before if he did this you would have been all for it but for right now? You wanted an out from this.

"Dad stop it.. Just call for a hookup!"

You protest, trying your hardest to get him to knock it off but the more you did, the more pissed he seemed to get. He was growing impatient with you. Before you knew it, he raised his hand and smacked you across the face, making your ears ring really loud. That smack nearly took you out and it only seemed to get worse.

"I don't want a 'hookup'. I want you. Don't you understand? Why can't you just love your father. Don't you love me?"

His voice cracked, noticing you hadn't responded. Just stared to the side with a red mark across your face.

"Answer me.."

Silence.

"Answer me!"

He raises his tone— smacking you again, the ringing only getting worse and your cheeks were all swollen now. Nose eventually leaked with blood from the impact of the slaps. You teared up more at this point, the pain stinged you badly as nothing but whines came out of you. No words.

And god, that wasn't what he wanted out of you.

"..Just like your mother..."

He grunts, moving his hands to his pants - unbuckling his belt. He was doing it at a fast pace despite the state he was in as he muttered some other things under his breath that you could barely hear. Blood poured from your nose while you laid there, sniffling and shaking.

"M'gonna bring back who you were back then. I want you to love me again.."

Finally, he freed himself of his restraints and worked on you, tugging your pajama pants off and then pulled your panties to the side. Dry. Awfully dry... He frowned, staring at your puffy lips before brushing his fingers along the slit - quietly sighing.

"Not even she's happy to see me.. This isn't like you.."

He quietly said before spreading you open with his fingers, spitting on your cunt to let the spit pour down it. You could feel it, cringing really bad as you whimpered and cried. Potentially having your first with your father? That didn't sound ideal at all. You didn't want that.. So you fought, even with it being difficult.

"D..daddy.. N..no..No please.. You can't-"

"Shutup.. Let me have this... I need you to love me again."

He's prodding the tip of his cock along your barely wet hole. Saliva was there but that wasn't really much at all. You still weren't turned on by any of this to begin with.

"Need you to be.. You. Not your mother."

He moved one hand along your neck and the other on your thigh while he was in between your legs. You kept squirming and all, but you knew it was futile. Nothing was gonna work and he was gonna have his way with you whether you liked it or not. It wasn't supposed to be this way, it made your stomach twist bad. Seeing your drunk, visibly pissed father above you with his cock prodded along your entrance left you uneasy but you had to suck it up. Unfortunately.

Soon enough, he's slowly pressing his cock into you, groaning quietly from your extreme tightness. Again, you were dry with the saliva barely doing the job but he loved the feeling of your insides. You on the other hand, you felt awful. You felt the stinging pain and the pressure he added just to get his cock inside of you — But eventually he had gotten all of it inside, burying deep into you while panting and grunting above you. Then.. There it was, blood. He noticed something wet, gazing down and pulled out for a second to see some blood pouring out of you along with it coating his cock.

Normally, he'd freak out but seeing this now and realizing you'd be wet. He took the chance almost immediately.

"I'm your first? ..Ah.."

He murmured suddenly sliding back into you with ease — using your blood as lube while rocking his hips back and forth. You hated every second of it, you wanted it to end but you started to slowly falter on fighting. Laying there beneath him, feeling his fingertips on the side of your neck, brushing at the skin as he thrusted at a slow pace. But the impact was rough. He didn't even give you the time to adjust or anything, he just went for it.

"L..Leon.."

You didn't dare to call him "dad" or "daddy", you just saw him as 'Leon' during this. Not your 'dad'. He gazed down, eyes darkening when he saw you - All bruised in the face, teary eyed and body aching from the pain. He grunts, thrusting rougher now from your words. He didn't seem to like that either though, moving his hand from your neck and smacked you once again.

"Call me by what I am.."

"..I-"

"Sweetheart.."

He growls, cupping your face again while picking up the pace with his thrusts. He was getting more aggressive with you and your fragile body, nearly bruising your poor cervix from how deep he shoved himself in. He made sure to be balls deep in you, feeling your warmth, your wetness and more. He reveled in it, staring right into your eyes.

"D..daddy.."

You managed to slip that out, wincing from the tip constantly prodding along your cervix, over and over again. You were a mess, just crying instead of moaning but he was so busy enjoying your warmth. He couldn't stop himself at all even with you wanting it to end.

_

Ringing. Just more ringing.. You have no idea how long it's been while you were now laid out on your tummy. On the floor where blood was splattered everywhere and along your face. You had managed to pull away earlier but he tossed you to the ground, grabbed a handful of your hair and kept pushing your head down on the floor till your face bruised up more. You were certain you passed out from it and he violated you that whole time, probably not even noticing you were blanked out. But regardless of that — In the present setting though, you were drooling with your broken moans slipping out.

"So much better than your mother. You know how to keep a man satisfied unlike her.."

He sighs quietly, slowly slipping out of you for a moment. Dried blood and liquids were on your inner thighs while you leaked with your own fluids. He had his limits, he was getting old.. So it was a little straining when he held his climax back for such a long period of time. The man was getting old after all.

He pumped his cock a bit over your shaken figure and groaned, letting his cum spurt out in ropes over your ass cheeks. You felt gross by the end of it but for him? He still didn't quite feel anything but satisfaction.

"I love you..."

He muttered, leaning over you and pulled the hair from over your face. You didn't say anything for a while, still recovering from the shock you have had the past couple of hours as you glance at him with swollen eyes. Silence lingered and at some point he felt a strain on his chest when he watched you quietly. That satisfaction from earlier didn't last at all. He had a uneasy expression plastered on his face, staring down at you with tears in his eyes now.

"I didn't mean to hurt you.."

He continues speaking, pulling you upwards against him in a warm embrace. You didn't have any room to speak to him and when he had you pulled up, you winced in pain from the movement. He did so much to you in one night, your body was too sore and broken down.

He stared down at you, seeing you slowly hug him back. You hated him for everything he did but his warmth and embrace was all you could really get as 'comfort'. You held onto him weakly, still not saying a word — You had nothing to say at all. You wanted nothing more but that silence you always hated.

You regretted ever admitting the choices you made that day. You should've kept your mouth shut. But the damage was already done, you couldn't do nothing more but lay there in his arms with tears streaming from your eyes which started to sting more than it already was.

"Love you, my angel...."

He repeats again, burying his face in your hair on the top of your head while his embrace tightened with you in it. You just kept still with your eyes wide open before you managed to quietly respond back.

"Love you too, dad..."

You put the idea in his head and you were the only one to blame for him acting this way.

It's your fault. Angel.

#dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #realdad!leon #dad!leon kennedy #🕍 — detowrites

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He loves me, he loves me not • Bang Chan

Does he like you or are you friends delulu?

WC: 1906 Genre: smut, fluff, lifeguard!au, highschool/college!au (implied)

TW: kids, smut, not proofread, shuhua x soojin (gidle)

AN: this wasn't supposed to contain any smut but Dahlia (@comet-falls ) made me think about Chris on his knees in the most inappropriate time (Brat).

Taglist: @bahng-chrizz

Working a summer job wasn't the worst thing you ever did, by far but it wasn't exactly how you planned on spending your summer. Especially if the job in question was at the snack bar at the local community pool. You wanted to spend your summer lazing around towns and spending way too much time at your best friend’s house, not yelling at kids not to run around and trying not to melt under the scorching summer heat. 

The job, though, even if it resembled largely your own personal hell most of the time, had its perks. First of all you had free entrance at the pool and the keys which meant that if you wanted to swim late at night you could and you were sure the owner didn’t mind. And second the lifeguard assigned to keep the little demons at bay was Christopher Bang, and he was dreamy. 

It wasn’t like you and Chris went back but you two knew each other as you had a mutual friend, Lee Felix, who was probably the sweetest and kindest person you knew. The friendship between you and Felix was weird, he was a literal angel and you were the biggest people-hating person you knew, he loved the sun and hot weather and you hated light and suffered if the temperature went past 15°C; but he never pointed the differences out and he was one of the closest friends you had, except for Shuhua of course.

You were extremely thankful to Felix, and not only because he went past your discrepancies but also because he was the one who found you the job; thanks to him you were able to freely ogle at Chris with heart eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“God he’s so hot,” you whined. That day was particularly hot so Chris had discarded his tank top and was only in his trunks, basking in the sun. The sight was glorious.

“Can you stop drooling on a man? It’s embarrassing,” Shuhua sighed and kept fanning herself with a random newspaper you found behind the bar and gave her. Her and her girlfriend Soojin finally agreed to visit you at work after you complained for weeks about how excruciating it was to stay around little kids all day without support. She had been side-eyeing you all morning for simping like that for a man, insisting that it wasn’t very girlboss of you and you insisted back that you knew but he was different, he was actually nice, which earned you an even more sour look.

“Leave her alone, I’m sure you were like this when we weren’t together,” argued Soojin, looking fondly at the other girl. 

“Oh my god, she was even worse and I had to sit through it all the time and of course I couldn’t say anything,” you agreed with Soojin which made Shuhua whine quite loudly.

“Excuse me miss,” a little voice interrupted your conversation, “ can you give me another ice cream?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but you already ate two and your mother told me not to give you any,” you forced a smile. That kid came everyday and demanded all the ice cream and when the mother said no he threw one hell of a tantrum. 

You tried to resume your conversation with the girls, hoping that the kid would spare you that day, but as soon as you turned the child started screaming and crying for ice cream. Like. Every. Damn. Day. Shuhua scoffed once again and looked at him with that one scary stare she always had.

“Kid, didn’t your mother teach you not to interrupt adult’s conversations?” by the tone of her voice you could tell that your best friend was really ticked off and not just pretending to make the kid quiet. You kinda felt bad for the kid, being on the other end of Shuhua’s annoyance wasn’t something enjoyable. At all.

While you were thinking about that time when you had fucked up really bad and Shuhua yelled at you, the kid sprinted towards the counter, grabbed your phone and then started running in the opposite direction.

“Are you fucking serious?” you mumbled to yourself. as fast as you could you got out of the little snack hut and tried to run after the kid, who was extremely fast and wasn’t wearing shoes which gave him better grip on the wet floor. However you were way taller than him and his little legs could only do so much, your hand started grazing his shoulder and you were already tasting victory when your forehead collided with a hard metal surface. The elevated lifeguard seat. Your luck couldn’t be any better. You fell backwards.

Your head hurt like a bitch, that pole was very sturdy even if it looked rusty. You closed your eyes, the world was spinning a little bit. You could feel people looming over you and faint shouting a bit more far away from you. Soojin and Chris were both kneeling beside your slumped form.

“Are you alright?” Soojin whispered worriedly. You groaned, the last thing you needed was a gigantic bruise in the middle of your forehead.

“My phone.”

“Shuhua went to get it, don't worry.”

A big warm hand gently patted your head and started brushing hair away from your face.

“Are you sure you're okay?”a male voice asked. Chris. Your eyes shot open. He was smiling at you and it was the sweetest smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Yeah,” you sputtered. Your whole body was on fire, and not in the good way.

Chris put his muscular arm around your shoulders and helped you sit up. The closeness between both of your faces was making your heart beat wildly.

“I'm going to get some nice, wouldn't want a bruise to ruin your pretty face,” he winked at you playfully.

Soojin raised an eyebrow at you but your mind had escaped your current body and was metaphorically running in a flower field.

Maybe the summer job wasn't that bad.

From that day Chris would always exchange small talk in the morning with you when the pool was quiet and the kids were still sleeping. Sometimes he would catch you staring and he'd send a wink your way paired with one of his adorable smiles which made you extremely flustered. Shuhua and Soojin insisted he liked you, you insisted that he was being nice because you had a mutual friend. But after what happened earlier that day you were starting to toy with the idea.

It was extremely hot and everybody was struggling except the kids that still ran around like it was any other day. The snack hut felt like a furnace but the shadow it provided gave you at least some protection. Chris on the other hand didn't look so good, he was wearing a cap to protect his head against the sun but the heat was getting to him and you could see that. Your hand instinctively flew to the small fridge behind you and grabbed an ice cold bottle of water. 

The walk to the chair was agonizing, your nerves we're so taut that you could play violin on them. The universe though, must have not liked you getting close to that particular spit because once again he sent a kid against you. The blonde, giggly, snotty child ran into your brand new t-shirt (a cat shirt) ice cream first and then proceeded to smear it across the front of it. 

“Hehe, sorry,” he giggled and then ran away.

“I like you shirt,” chuckled Chris, now in front of you. You decided to ignore his comment and handed him the bottle.

“It's really hot, you should drink plenty of water.” 

He took the bottle and smiled again, that man was all smiles.

“Go to the staff room, you can wear my shirt, I have the tank anyway, I don't need it.”

You froze. You? Wear his shirt? Your brain was shutting down.

The staff room wasn't far but it was separated from the pool which meant you could freak out as much as you wanted. Chris' bag laid open on the bench in front of you, his shirt was neatly folded on top. It was a plain black shirt and it smelled of laundry detergent and baby powder. 

“Oh my god, he's not stinky like other men, I love him,” you whispered to yourself while you admired the shirt.

Maybe you were starting to like your summer job.

When you told Shuhua about the shirt incident she was adamant he liked you but you were still very reluctant to believe that. She kept bugging you and insisting that you should ask him out and that he was definitely into you. But still, being the stubborn woman you were, you kept to yourself and the summer swiftly came to an end. The last day of the job had a bitter taste to it, how would you survive without your hot lifeguard to gawk at? You didn't know.

The pool wasn't open, you were only supposed to put all of the pool chairs inside and lock up.

It was hard work and it was still very warm but you were getting paid, so you had to do it. Chris had other plans, he sent you in the staff room to make “inventory” while he carried inside all the chairs.

Y/N:

He's taking the chairs inside all by himself

His muscles look so sexy

I'm feeling hot and bothered rn ngl

Shuhua:

Ew

Just fuck already

“I wanted to surprise you but it seems like you were the one who surprised me,” Chris chuckled from behind your shoulder. 

The gasp you let out was inhuman. You were screwed. As a way to escape the situation you started to slowly back away from him, but soon your back hit the wall effectively trapping you. 

“You think my muscles are sexy?”

You nodded slowly.

“Feel them then.” His warm hand gripped yours and gently guided it to his arm.

“Very impressive,” you stuttered trying so hard not to faint on him.

Chris had his eyes fixed on you, he had this look, dark and intimidating. It was hot.

“Can I touch you?”

“YES!”

Your lips met in a soft chaste kiss, it was almost innocent, but his hands wandered your body. He gripped and kneaded your flesh feverishly. His plump lips trailed down your jaw and stopped at your neck. His link tongue darted out to lap at the skin.

Your mind was clouded with so much pleasure from only his mouth on your neck that you didn't notice his hand had slipped past your underwear until he pressed on your clit lightly. He had made you gasp twice that day, but the second one was for a completely different reason.

You were so wet it was easy for him to slip his fingers inside you. You instinctively threw your head back and smacked it a little too hard against the tiled wall.

“Careful baby,” he groaned. His fingers slipped out of you and a whine escaped your lips but your voice got caught in your throat when you saw what he did next. He kneeling. In front of you. And looking at you like you were a goddess.

“We should go out sometimes,” he said while he yanked your shorts down.

You definitely loved your summer job.

#kpop #reader insert #stray kids #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan #bang chan scenario #bang chan imagine #bang chan smut #chan x reader #chan imagine #chan smut #bang chan au #chan scenarios #stray kids reader insert #stray kids smut #stray kids scenarios #lifeguard bang chan #college au #stray kids au

[baeptae]

BLOODSTAINED ROSES

Pairing: yandere!pjm x reader

thg au!

wc: 1.1k

Warnings: violence, gambling, yandere behavior, gore, death, killing, strong language, I think that's it, but tell me if I missed anything!

THIS IS ALL FICTION!!

Summary: Being in District 2, you never thought you'd have to worry about being in the Hunger Games, on the day of the reaping, your name gets called, what will you do when no one volunteers?

A/N: This is my first work! It's also a sneak peak of the first chapter of a four chap series! English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Another warning that this contains dark themes. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the warnings that were previously mentioned

Your name was called.

Your name was called.

You can't breathe, the realization sinking in after you get called up onto the stage. You walk up the stairs, standing next to the escort of 2. She shoves her hand into the bowl for the male tribute after giving you a small smile and whispering a small and quiet 'Congratulations' to you. She pulls out the slip and carefully opens it, smiling as she announces the name written in dark ink.

"Lee Minho���"

"I volunteer as tribute."

A strong and confident voice echoes as a young man with black hair walks up on stage. Your escort asks him for his name as he stands proudly, even giving a small bow.

"Jeon Jungkook."

"The District 2 Tributes for the 77th Hunger Games, Jeon Jungkook and L/n Y/n! Give them a round of applause!" You shake hands, and the applause and cheering that follow make you feel sick to your stomach. You both get pulled back into the mayor's manor, and you recognize that this is the last time to see your family. You almost cry when you see your little brother, Dohyon, hugging him tightly as he begs you not to leave. You reassure him that you'll try to come back, giving a quick hug to your mother and father as they cry and apologize for everything. They're pulled out of the room, and after a few minutes, you are, too. You and Jungkook are escorted onto the train. You can't remember whether he tried to talk to you or not; you were too focused on keeping your feelings in check and trying not to break out into sobs to pay attention.

Your eyes are kept on the window, staring out, trying to forget about everything for just a minute, but of course, right when you start, the train stops. Your mentors tell you both to get up, leading you both off the train and right into the arms of your separate stylists, both of you getting taken to different rooms.

Your stylist, Axtis, kept going on about making you look and feel gorgeous and how he'd make sure you'd get sponsors. You zone him out while he trims and styles your hair. You wonder how your family is doing. You wonder if your little brother is crying to your mother and father about how unfair it is and asking them to please do something. Maybe your older sister is trying to console him. You saw the look on your father's face; there's no way he's in a good space right now, and your mother—you're interrupted by snapping. Directly in your face.

"Hello? Did you ever hear what I asked? God, I always get the disrespectful ones." Axtis complains. "Sorry, I was, uhm, just thinking about my family."

He shoots you a strange look with this. "Your family? I've never heard a career worry about not winning before." 

"Well, I'm not a career." You say quietly, kicking your legs back and forth while still sitting on the chair he plopped you down on fifteen minutes ago.

"Oh, you poor thing. No one volunteered?"

You stay quiet, trying to hide your tears as you let everything sink in. You're being sent to your death. That's all it is. You have no skill with any weapon. You're not flexible or fast. You can't climb, and your swimming skills are average at best. There's no way you're winning this, so why even have hope?

You look at the screen in front of you as it turns on, the replays of all of the reapings in front of you. You take in the information. Right now, it's District 1. The girl, Im Nayeon, is smiling and waving after she volunteers and steps onto the stage. The male tribute seems similar to yourself—a small-looking boy, maybe 15? He's clearly shaken up—not a career. You feel bad until you hear someone volunteer for him. The camera pans around to a young man, obviously dangerous with his terrifying calm expression. He strolls up to the stage, shaking hands with Nayeon before announcing his name.

"Park Jimin."

You stare, watching as the crowd of District 1 cheers for the two tributes, and the screen switches to your reaping. It shows you getting your name called, and you were very obviously shaken while walking up the stairs. You bite your lip as Axtis turns it off right when Jungkook volunteers and starts to put your outfit on. A gold breastplate with a golden leather skirt, gorgeous gold heels, and for the final touch, a gold helmet gets gently set on your head as Axtis starts to work on your makeup.

When he's finally done, you take a few minutes to admire yourself. Your mentors—Enobaria and Brutus—tell you to hurry up and get into the chariot for the tribute parade. You and Jungkook get in next to each other, and he tells you to calm down, smile, and wave.

You take his advice.

After District 1's chariot is out, you and Jungkook are next, getting rolled out as the crowd cheers and screams, throwing roses at you and Jungkook as you wave and smile, deciding to blow a few kisses, too.

Eventually, all the chariots are out as President Snow gives his speech. You feel eyes on you, and you look around, making direct eye contact with the boy from District 1. Jimin. You both stare at each other, not even blinking, until you get nudged by Jungkook, finally looking away. You can still feel his eyes on you; it makes you shiver.

After the speech, all of the tributes are brought back into the opening ceremony area. You can still feel Jimin's eyes on you, but you pretend not to notice. Your mentors notice and decide to move onto your floor. You and Jungkook each get your own bedroom. You walk towards the table decorated with food.

You and Jungkook sit next to each other as Enobaria tells you both to stock your bodies with food; there's never telling when you'll get more. She explains that you'll both go and train in the arena; she tells Jungkook to teach you how to do something so that you aren't completely useless; then, she sends you both to bed.

The next morning, you have a quick breakfast before heading down to the training arena, grabbing some knives, and throwing them at some targets. You hear someone come up behind you and you feel them correct your posture. "Thank you, Jungkook." You whisper, throwing a knife and hitting the target dead-center. You turn around to thank him again and are met face-to-face with Jimin. "Wrong person, Y/n."

"Good throw."

A/N: The full chapter will be about 5-7k words and will probably be out around the middle of next month! I am trying to finish it as fast as possible, and this is my first time writing 🥳🥳

#yandere bts #yandere jungkook #yandere jimin #jimin #jimin smut #thg #thg au #yandere #jungkook #jungkook smut

[artiststarme]

From Alibi to Reality

A little something different, I hope you guys like it! Title brought to you by @nburkhardt. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve knew he was going to act as Eddie’s beard for the cops and the town. That was a no-brainer, it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. He discussed it with Hopper, the kids, and Robin. Everyone determined that the shock factor of Steve “The Hair” Harrington dating the town freak was the only thing that was going to change Powell’s mind and make him drop the charges. The thing no one could agree on was how to broach the subject. 

Dustin thought that telling the police directly would be the best way, Robin thought they should build up to the declaration, and Nancy thought it was a stupid idea because no one would believe that lady-killer Steve Harrington was into a guy (little did she know). Regardless, all of his friends thought talking was the best course to take. 

But Steve was a man of action, not words. All of the Party’s plans involved discussing their “relationship” like civilized adults. The problem was though, they weren’t talking to civilized adults. They were talking to his brother, a known dumbass, and the new Chief of Police that wanted to hunt down a bunch of kids because Jason fucking Carver told him to. 

So he was going to handle this the way he handled every shitty situation thrown his way. He was going to wing it. It had worked for him thus far and it hadn’t failed him yet. So, for the rest of the Party’s meeting, Steve zoned out. He thought about how fucked he was going to be when his parents found out about this, how much shit he’d have to take from the rest of the town, and how ostracised he’d be. But it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. 

Eddie had jumped into the lake after him and saved his life before protecting Dustin from demobats. He was a part of the Party now and Steve would do anything to protect the Party. So, he was fine with ruining his reputation and probably being disowned by his parents for  tainting the Harrington name. As long as Eddie was okay in the end, nothing else mattered. 

~*~*~*~

They neglected to tell Eddie the plan. He hadn’t seen any of the Party members since the police realized he was being treated at the hospital and barred anyone from seeing him until they questioned him. He was just minding his own business, ignoring the two doofus cops trying to question him, and looking forward to whatever the Party came up with to clear his name. Eddie wasn’t sure if whatever their plan was was going to work or even if they meant what they’d said. However, he had hope. Mostly because the only other option would be joining his dad in a cell for murders he didn’t even commit. 

That’s when it happened. Steve stormed into his hospital room with a flourish, slamming the door against the wall and scaring the two cops. 

Eddie watched as the tall one’s eyes narrowed, “Steve, you better have a good explanation for this one-“

He didn’t pay attention to what else was said. One minute, he was looking at an angry Harrington walking into his room and the next, said Harrington was kissing him. On the lips! 

Mother of fuck, Eddie had died and gone to heaven because all of his dreams were coming true. He didn’t know what Steve was playing at but Eddie wasn’t complaining. He just slipped his eyes closed and kissed him back with equal fervor.

He was pulled from their passionate kissing by a loud, “Son of a bitch, Steve! The murderer?! What the fuck? I thought your taste was bad when you were dating the priss but now this? Jesus Fuck, bro!”

“Officer Callahan, please maintain your composure.”

“My composure?!” His voice was shrill as he shrieked in his own defense. “Powell, my brother is macking on fucking Munson! What the fuck? How am I supposed to maintain my composure?!”

Eddie pulled away from Steve, “your brother is Officer Callahan?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that not come up when you were defiling my baby brother?!” Callahan yelled at him, waving his hands in the air maniacally. 

“No, actually. It didn’t,” Eddie told him. 

Callahan let out a sound of frustration before pointing at Steve, letting out another frustrated noise, and stalking out. Steve and Eddie turned to Powell who just looked tired. 

“I assume this is why you wouldn’t tell us your alibi for the night of the murder, Munson?” He sighed. 

“That’s right, there was no way in hell I was going to out my boyfriend. Apparently he does it himself though,” Eddie gave Steve the side eye. Why had he chosen to do this? He’d known the guy for like two weeks and he was just throwing his life away to protect Eddie. What the hell?

Powell turned to Steve, “is that true? Mr. Munson was with you the night that Chrissy Cunningham was murdered?”

“That’s right. We were watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Alien before going to bed. He stayed the whole night laying in bed next to me, there’s no way he could’ve murdered anybody,” Steve nodded. 

Powell just shook his head at them, “fine, Munson. I’m clearing you but don’t leave town.” 

“I won’t sir, thank you for doing your due diligence. It was at my expense but still, thanks,” Eddie said sarcastically. 

He shot them one last disbelieving look before following his partner. Then all that was left was Eddie and Steve. 

Eddie whipped his head around to Steve. “Now what the hell was that?!”

“Hey! Don’t talk to your boyfriend that way!”

“Seriously Steve-”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t kiss me again in the next twenty seconds, I’ll go get Powell and tell him I changed my mind,” Steve threatened him with narrowed eyes. 

How was Eddie supposed to refuse him after that?

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[insomniakisses]

We should call her Aemma

Character: Alicent Hightower (HOTD)

Reader Type: Alpha Reader, G!n

Warnings/Notes: fluff, mentions of birth and babies, v!serys. Reader has a dick.

“Princess!” Danielle your maid comes bursting into your chambers bowing and muttering an apology when she sees ur half dressed form.

“S-sorry princess..” you can see the blush and chuckle, quickly finishing dressing before smirking down at her. “Yes dani? What is it?”

“The Queen, Alicent, her grace, shes had her pup!”

The second the news hits your ears you don’t even take the time to reply before your rushing to her chambers. Its a short walk really, having roomed so close to her. Your barging in the room in no time shooting her a soft loving smile, as you make your way to her and the pup.

Turning to the door you watch as your father, the king, walks in. “Another daughter your grace!” The maesters state and he simply nods barely glancing at the pup or his wife. “The pup is healthy?” He asks leaving as soon as the maesters confirm. Excusing himself to his “duties”.

The maids and maesters clear the room per Alicent’s request and the second you guys are alone you press your lips to her head. “You did so well my love,” you coo staring down at the pup smiling as she reaches for you making soft noises.

“Was the labour hard?” You ask, voice soft as you pick up the wet cloth running it across her skin softly in an attempt to sooth her. Eliciting a sigh from her in relief and you make a mental note to help her bathe properly later.

“It was fine” she waves off and ypu roll your eyes leaning to kiss her softly. Staying to place a few kisses on her lips. “My love, you pushes a whole baby out of you. You are aloud to complain”

She smiles then, admitting it was maybe not such an easy process. Confessing to you what hurts. You spend the next few hours talking with her and holding the pup as she sleeps.

Its during one of these moments that Viserys decided to come in once more. “Ive decided the name,” he announces and your face scrunches at his lack of care to consult the woman that just pushed the child out.

“We Should call her Aemma.” The second he utters the words your mouth falls open. Oh he did not! You loved your mother, of course, but to name your second wives daughter after your first wife that YOU killed chasing a son? Hell no.

“My king I’m not sure-“

You cut alicent off, voice hard and demanding. “Father! I actually already picked a name for her, since rhaenyra always chose names before and even chose mine.”

You see him waver like he is about to decline, he wanted aemma after all the pup looked so much like her. And its then that it hits him, HOW can it look like her unless…

“Fine.” He sighs nodding as he leaves muttering something about visiting rhaenyra and her boys.

“Thank you” she mutters barely above a whisper and you shake your head “No, thank you” for blessing me with this pup and she flushes saying “I regret that she looks more Hightower than Targaryen. It wasn’t my intention I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You coo softly, “I do not, and its not your fault you can’t control what she looks like.” Moving to pull her into your arms as you stare down at the pup you smile. “Besides, now i get to be reminded of the woman I love whenever I see our pup”.

A/n: Little Drabble to get back i ti the writing swing.

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[shih-coulda-had-it]

totally reasonable development to the American Dream plan, don't even sweat it

(and the 24+ sentences i owe to the pollers)

Toshinori bounces on his heels, feeling lighter than air with the anticipation of tonight’s activities buzzing along his nerves. He’s dressed in a dark hooded sweatshirt, denim jeans, and the sneakers Gran Torino had bought specifically for their high-quality rubber soles.

And speaking of, Gran Torino should be up on the roofs somewhere…

The front door to the Midoriya apartment opens, and Izuku slips out after a hasty farewell to his mother, which is paired with a lackluster promise to stay safe. Toshinori manages a single jaunty wave before Izuku shuts it, and then his attention is turned to give Izuku’s outfit a critical once-over.

“You don’t have any other shoes?” Toshinori asks, contemplating the red hue of his successor’s sneakers. The rest of the clothes are appropriately sturdy and dark in palette.

“No? Sorry…”

“Eh, it should be fine. There shouldn’t be a lot of traffic up top anyway. Come on, let’s move!”

They make their way to the stairs, but to Izuku’s obvious confusion, Toshinori leads them further up.

“Yagi-san, you said that this was going to be a special Basic Physical Fitness Training session,” the kid says. “Can I ask… who thought of it? You, or Gran Torino?”

“Oh, this is totally my idea,” says Toshinori breezily. “I know the beach clean-up is the ultimate goal, and it’ll stay as your focus before high school, but I realized today that there are some experiences that you just can’t replicate as a holder of One for All! Experiences that even our Quirkless bodies can manage!”

They head higher. Izuku gets more nervous, but gamely follows Toshinori up the fire safety ladder.

On the roof, Gran Torino greets them with a curt, “Boys. This is the stupidest thing I can imagine for you two to do, in the stupidest place possible.” He’s sitting on the ledge, and as Toshinori requested, two lengths of steel pipes are leaned up next to him.

“Musutafu’s perfectly safe,” Toshinori counters. “And with you here, Gran Torino, there’s minimal risk of, well...”

“Falling to your deaths?”

Izuku squeaks. He quivers beside Toshinori, and when Toshinori glances down, Izuku is staring at the pipes, aghast. “What are we doing, Yagi-san?”

“We,” Toshinori says with great dignity, “are training in the great art of parkour. The pipes are insurance for safety, supposing we see real trouble that a pro-hero won’t get to in time.”

“Legally speaking, vigilantism,” Gran Torino interrupts.

“But we’re not going to get caught.”

“Which makes you juvenile delinquents.”

“Gran Torino,” Toshinori complains, feeling delightfully young and unburdened now that he’s gotten accustomed to Torino’s incredible, mellowed-out approach to training Izuku. What trauma? What spars? Toshinori at fifteen didn’t know anything about that, and Gran Torino at his current age looked nothing like the pro-hero who haunted the end of his high school career!

“I’m enabling you, aren’t I?” the old man shoots back. “Don’t I get to express my own opinions?”

“Is it really safe, though?” Izuku asks.

“Of course!” Toshinori picks up a pipe, hefts it, and tosses it over to Izuku, who catches it while wearing a thoroughly beleaguered expression. Then he grabs the other. “Listen, Midoriya-kun. If it’s really going to be a year until you get One for All, then the American Dream plan can afford to be a little flexible! You want to be a U.A. student, right?!”

“R-right!”

“Then we can’t just train your body!” he cries, lifting the pipe like a torch. “We’ve gotta train your willingness to get into a scrap!”

A little more wobbly, Izuku repeats, “R-right!” And because his successor is more polite, Izuku turns to Gran Torino and executes a little bow, adding, “Thank you for letting us do this, Gran Torino! And for keeping an eye on us!”

Torino sighs.

#bnha #yagi toshinori #all might #midoriya izuku #deku #deaged at dagobah au #now that pipe wielding young toshi has been canonized #i GOTTA have them running around town. pipsqueak (nominally in toshinori's case) vigilantes #and their long suffering chaperone gran torino #gran torino: no officer i don't believe i saw any dumb kids taking down this burglar #and he's glaring DAGGERS at a dumpster where toshinori and izuku are hiding #anyways update to the au i'm trying to map out like four chapters #before i post the first #shih.txt #shih’s art

[newtonsheffield]

Okay. So I’ve finally read all of the snippets for the Bodyguard au and as always, chef’s kiss. I just really love the idea that even after Kate and Ant admit they love one another, not everything is magically fixed. Particularly with Anthony’s injury after getting shot.

Like, who’s in the room with him when the doctors tell him? Is this yet another moment when Violet blows up at Kate? What are Anthony’s thoughts immediately after he hears the news? What are Kate’s?

The angst is so real and I love it so much.

Oh it’s a rough day for all of them. It’s the day after Kate and Anthony have decided to let the palace officially announce their relationship and Violet is still feeling very anti-Monarchy. One particular member of the monarchy to be specific so there was already a lot of tension in the hospital room before Anthony got the news.

“Well, look on the bright side.” Anthony cleared his throat and Kate’s chest ached. “You can finally sleep on my left arm without me complaining about getting pins and needles.”

Kate bit back tears, guilt welling in her chest. “That’s not funny, Anthony. This isn’t funny.”

“No. It’s not.” Anthony sighed and Kate could have sworn she could see the beginnings of what terrified her. He’d resent her one day, for this. He’d resent her for the life they were living and all the sacrifices he’d have to make and most of all for the price he’d paid for saving her life. But this wasn’t about her. It wasn’t about how she was feeling.

“I’m sorry.”

Anthony shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers. “Don’t do that. Don’t. This is not your fault.”

“You shouldn’t be worried about me.”

“I would do it again. Even if I knew what would happen, I would do it again, Kate. And sure, my life’s going to be different and it might be a bit harder but please don’t think I blame you for this.”

Kate took a deep breath, swiping at her tears, “I just… I’m sorry. You’re dealing with this huge thing and I’m such a spoiled brat I’ve made it all about me.”

Anthony sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her waist, “I’m okay. I’m a little bit scared and this is going to mean changes for me but I’m going to recover. I’m going to get better. I have you, I have my family and I’m not sorry. I’m going to have a pretty amazing life. Your Dad basically told me yesterday I better marry you. He was very scary, but I’m excited.”

“We;;, he didn’t have to wear the crown.” Kate sighed, leaning her chin against his shoulder. “Even if it was just the small one. I’m excited to start our life together, we can go out to eat in restaurants now. We can share one iced coffee like people on instagram do. Oat milk obviously, your tummy gets sore.”

Anthony smiled, “You’re looking after me already.”

“I intend to take very good care of you during this recovery. You’re going to heal too fast. The doctors will be shocked.”

“Can’t wait, baby.”

Even so, Kate can’t stop the guilt in her chest when she goes outside to get Anthony a snack from the vending machine and she sees Anthony’s mother who’d left to update his brothers and sisters hours ago, her stare hard on Kate. Mrs Bridgerton had tears streaming down her cheeks and her shoulders are shuddering with her gasps.

“Mrs Bridgerton?”

“Of course you’re still here.”

Kate hated how small she felt taking the seat beside Anthony’s mother, the worst things she’d thought about herself and their relationship reflected back at her. “Mrs Bridgerton. This is a very difficult time, and-”

“And you’re looking for an excuse to leave him, now? You want me to tell him? Is that it?”

Kate stared at her, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t have a very good opinion of me do you?”

“It’s not about you. I’m scared for my son.” She said sharply, “I waited every day for him to come home when he was in the army. I cried, and I waited by the phone and I was relieved when he came back. And then he took that job and I was still a little relieved because I thought how dangerous is it really? How bad could it be. And now he’s nearly died. He’s lost the use of his arm and all for a woman who could break him even more. He nearly died for you. What else would he do?”

Kate nodded slowly, “I’m sorry this happened to him. I never wanted him to- I would rather he let me get shot. You don’t have to believe me now but I love your son. I want to marry him, I want us to have children together, I want an entire life with him. Like I said earlier: I’d never ask him to choose between me and your family. I’d let him go long before that. I hope you won’t ask him not to pick me.”

“I…” She trailed off. “I hope you’re telling the truth, about loving him. He’s not the kind of person who gets over things like this.”

“Neither am I.” Kate said firmly, “You’ll believe me someday. I’m going to be by his side as long as he wants me. We royals don’t really do anything anyway do we?”

Mrs Bridgerton chuckled a little, swiping at her tears, “I respect you just a little for standing up to me. Just don’t let him eat too much dairy, he pretends it doesn’t but it gives him a tummy ache.”

“I know it does.” Kate hummed, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve had to buy oat milk for him. It’s a rich person trend I’d hoped never to get into honestly.”

“If you hurt him I’ll hurt you. I don’t care who you are.”

“I respect that.”

“Good. At least we can respect one another.”

#bodyguard au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Special Interest 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You package up another pair of mitts. It’s that season where sales pick up. It’s cold and the holidays are lurking just around the corner. Your hands are achy from working your needles but you can’t complain for the uptick in demand.

Along with your crochet menagerie, you supplement your etsy shop with stickers, while pondering the prospect of cards, especially given the time of year. As overworked as your hands are, your mind feels more so.

Your computer bings. Another sale? You go around to check your open Etsy page. Nope, a message from a customer. Please don’t be a return.

It’s a message. From the vaunted Farmer’s Delight. You might be avoiding them but that doesn’t need to be a whole thing. You’re working on their order! That’s not neglect.

You open the chat, knowing to leave that little dot just hovering there would drive you crazy. 

‘Hey, just checking in. Was hoping to do a pick-up soon. Maybe in the next week?’

Sigh. Great, did they not read your last message? You know you’re a bit hard to take seriously in real life but this is text. There is no height difference or age gap. You’re on even ground. You’re traversing a world of digital equity.

‘Hey. Not sure if you saw my last message but I can’t do a pick up. Please provide your mailing address and I’ll be happy to send this out. Please let me know if you have any questions or concerns.’

There, firm but still customer service-y. You hit send and go back to smooth labels onto bubble packs. Another chime.

‘Like I said, mailing out here is inconsistent. I need the order as soon as possible. Please let me know a time that works for you. I need to hit the hardware store so I’ll be coming to town. We can meet there for exchange.’

Ugh. You want to punch the computer. You should just refund their order and be done with it. Even with your pick-up in sales, it’s a big chunk. You just can’t stomach giving back that much money and they didn’t even ask for their shipping fee back.

You let the message stew. They are offering a public meet-up. That seems like a good omen, at least. Friday night might work, your mom will be done work at four. That’s a decent amount of time. And it’s close to the post office.

You seal another package and leave the room, treading down the hall as you hear your mother clacking away at her keyboard. You approach cautiously. She closes the door when she’s in a meeting. You tap on the doorframe and peek through the open door.

“Mom, sorry, I don’t wanna bother–”

“All good,” she sits back and pushes up her glasses to rub her eyes, “all these emails are doing my head in.”

“Um, well, you remember that order I got. For pick-up. Could you drive me to the hardware store on Friday?”

“Friday?” She echoes.

“I figure we can stop by the post office on the way. And I’ll buy dinner. You know dad loves the gyros down at Eddie’s. It’s on our way…” You give a smile and sway, “please.”

“Sure. Sounds like a good excuse to get out. Besides, I need to grab some washer thing for the sink. I don’t know, your dad was going on about it. I’ll ask,” he flips her glasses down, “oh, that’s so nice! A big sale–” she claps her hands. “I’m so proud of you, honey.”

You raise your brows, surprised by her excitement. You remember when you quit your craft store job to buy a Cricut machine and go all in. She was less than jazzed.

“Really?”

“Of course,” she beams, standing and grabbing her empty mug, “you know, I was a bit concerned. No school, no job, but you’re a go-getter. Any man would be happy to marry someone with so many hobbies, and hobbies that pay.”

“Hobbies? Mom, this is a business. I have to pay taxes,” you back out of her way as she comes into the hall.

“I know, sweetie, but…” she glances around, “it’s still young. You don’t know if a business is a business for a few years. I’m not knocking you down, I’m trying to be realistic.”

“Mom, please, do we have to worry about five years from now? I want to see how far this goes without worrying about guys or a husband or– I can’t even order a beer yet.”

“Me and your dad married right out of high school. We never worried about all that dating stuff and it was all so simple. Trust me, once you find someone, the world will be so much clearer.”

“If it’s easier, I can get an uber on Friday,” you cross your arms and follow her towards the stairs.

“Don’t be like that. I’m being supportive. But you make sure you’re saving money. Pray the day comes and you’ll have a nice nest egg for your wedding,” she stops at the top of the stairs, “or tuition. There’s lots of cuties in college.”

“Mom,” you roll your eyes, “let’s just take it a day at a time. Friday I’ll get that order out.”

“Oh, remind me to grab some grout cleaner when we’re there too,” she points at you before she turns to descend the stairs, “the bathroom is looking a bit grimy.”

You mutter, “alright, mom,” and slowly turn away.

Everything with her comes back to that one thing. She just assumes that you’re lonely. Worse, she seems to believe you’re wasting your time on all this. 

You shut your door and tramp around to your laptop. You sit on the cushioned stool and type in your reply to Farmer’s Delights; ‘Friday works for me. After four.’

Three dots pop up almost right away. Then disappear. Then appear again.

‘Sounds great. I’ll see you there.’

You send a thumbs up and close out. You have to finish packing then get back to destroying your carpal tunnel. It’s money, your mom’s right about that, but you won’t be saving for a wedding.

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #drabble #au #bookstore au #series #special interest #ghosted