#your boyfriend and his mom can't even understand but she can tell when you're talking bad about yourself and comforts you even though 5/'?

[sinfulpanda16]

JJK Men x Foreign Reader

Gojo Saturo, Toji Fushiguro, Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto x gn reader

For the most part, you and your bf live everyday life through his culture. So how would he react if he sees a glimpse of yours?

You two were doing origami together, you were making a cute swan and he was making you a flower. It was such a cute moment the two of you laughing and him occasionally giving you a few quick pecks on your face and then you get a phone call.

You look at the number "Oh it's my mom." you say smiling at your phone.

Gojo smiles "Oh it's my future mother-in-law! Go ahead and answer I'll be patient." he says giving you a smirk.

You blush and answer the call. Gojo listens to you as you say hello in your native language. You two only speak to each other in Japanese so hearing you speak your first language is so rare.

He rests his chin in his palm still listening as you continue to speak. You sound so beautiful. You look beautiful. The way you talk with your mother in her first tongue makes him melt, your voice has a different ring to it due to the different pitches. And that Accent! OMG he's fanboying now.

After the phone call ends you turn to see him looking at you in awe. "What?" you ask giggling.

He smiles "You should speak in (n/l) more often. I think you sound hot as hell." he says enjoying your reaction to that.

Your face grows red. Really? No one has ever told you that and hearing that from him made you appreciate him more because it shows that he loves you for you.

You smile at him and he kisses your cheek again and gives you a paper rose. Then in your language he said "I love you".

You were laying on the couch just staring into space. It's officially been five years since you've moved to Japan. When you were younger you're dream has always been to move to Japan and you did it. You moved to Japan, grew to live comfortably, made some friends and even met your boyfriend.

However just like everyone else who moves away, you get homesick. You think back to when you were a kid and lived with your family back at home. It seemed so long ago and then you think about the yummy food you and your family would make. You smiled softly to yourself thinking about the nostalgia.

You get up from the couch and go to the kitchen. You checked to see if you had all the ingredients you needed for your favorite dish your grandmother made for as a kid. You do, so you hurried to get started on making (f/d).

As you cooked you realized something was missing. You think about how when your grandmother used to cook she would tell you to turn on her music. You laugh softly "Aww grandma. Even now you still manage to make me play your music." you say to yourself and start playing some, with memories flowing back.

Soon after a tiring day Nanami comes back home, he sighs and takes off his coat. He hears some music coming from the kitchen but then he freezes when he realizes he can't understand it. Then he smells something good, he doesn't know what it is but he'd like to see what it is.

He heads to the kitchen and finds you there. Thats what the smell is, its you're cooking. "Y/n." you turn around to see him. He looked a bit confused, and you smiled. "Hey lover, I'm making (f/d). It's a dish my family back at home eat. Do you want to help?"

Nanami stands there for a moment, he's never tried some of the traditional food from your country or ever heard of the music, buts it's all you. All of it is your blood and honestly, he's loving this side of you. He smiles softly at, "Sure love." he says and pulls his sleeves up so he can help you.

He's walking to meet up with you. He's not paying attention to much but then he sees you from his peripheral vision. He stops and turn to look at you and you look, wow.

You stand out from the rest, you really do. He's proof lol every time someone see's you they can't help but to admire you. Geto stood there looking at you smirking.

You're (h/t) (h/c) hair is beautiful and your (s/c) skin looks so soft and delicate. You were talking to two other women who were actually asking about you and where you're from. They seemed genuinely interested and curious about your culture. The way you spoke Japanese in the cutest accent made Geto let out a chuckle. It was just too cute.

It's funny because it's obvious that you're not from around here and yet you have such a way of making the people here adore you. They complement your eyes, your voice, or your hair. If he had to pick his favorite would be your eyes. Such a beautiful color and shape. Damn, you're gorgeous he thinks to himself.

You turn to see Geto is already here. With an excited smile you say your goodbyes to the two women and head to him. "Hi my love!" you yell as you run towards him.

He smiles "Hey gorgeous" he says with wide arms for you. Yes, that's right this beautiful foreigner is his partner. You jump into his arms, and he picks you up. And this is exactly how he thinks about you every day.

The first time Toji saw you he was infatuated with you. Even he had to admit you look so beautiful and from there he didn't care. He was gonna make you his.

And he did lol.

He was sitting on the couch on his phone. Endless scrolling of nothing interesting and he started to get bored. He was about to get up but then you enter the living room wearing something he was unfamiliar with.

With a blush on your face you ask, "What do you think love?". He honestly had no idea what you were wearing but it looked cute on you.

"What is it my love?" he asks leaning forward on the couch. You tell him the name and explain to him that it's what the people in your culture wear when there's a certain occasion.

Toji smirks "Do a turn for me beautiful." he orders. Shyly, you obey and do a spin for him. You can't help but giggle when you look at his face. You can tell he approves.

He chuckles "I think it looks beautiful on you" he states. He gets up "But you know..." he makes his way over to you. You start getting uptight, you love his dominance, but you have to admit it's kind of intimidating. Soon he's towering over you. He leans down to your ear "I think it'd look better on the ground by our bed." You shiver and let him pick you up and carry you to the bedroom.

So yeah, he loves you so much and loves learning about your home and its culture.

And bruh, how did they all already know what the word for Daddy was in your language?!

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[radiant-reid]

Single mom reader x daughter (5 year old) and Spencer misses her dance recital and when he goes to make it up to her she calls him dad “daddy…I looked for you in the crowd” “why did you have to leave again”

One of the first things you learned about Spencer was how his job worked. It was something he was very clear about being on his list of cons when it came to dating. Honestly, it didn't phase you. Not when there were some men who lived in the same city that would spend less time with you than Spencer. He was dedicated, loyal, kind, funny, romantic, witty, and not at all put off by your daughter.

Maisie fell in love maybe faster than you did. He's so great with her. Always willing to read her stories and listen to her chatter.

At five, she's a little worse at understanding his schedule than you are. Sometimes he'll be at dinner three nights in a row, and other times, you won't see him for a week.

It's why she sobs into your shoulder on the way to your car after her dance recital. "I looked and he wasn't there." She complains.

You bounce her up and down, soothing her. "Baby, it's okay. We talked about how Spencer can't always be here with us, and momma was there."

She nods, letting you buckle her into the car seat. "I know, and he always comes back."

You tap her on the nose. "You're my smart little girl. Should we get ice cream on the way home?"

"Please, please, please!" She cheers, already forgetting about her disappointment. Oh, to have a five-year-old's brain.

She's happier with ice cream, but it might not have been the best time to pump her full of sugar, so you let her race up the stairs to burn off some energy.

She squeals when you round the corner to your apartment door, and you're immediately concerned, quickly speeding up to catch up with her to see what's wrong.

It's not a bad squeal, it's a Spencer's-here squeal.

He looks like shit if you were being honest, sunken features from not sleeping, but he's smiling, and he's got ice cream.

You greet him with a quick kiss after he's finished hugging Maisie before unlocking your apartment. She keeps looking between the snacks he brought and you, gaining the confidence to ask. "Can I have a second ice cream?"

It's already nine, so you shake your head. "You can have some for breakfast tomorrow if you're in bed in 10 minutes." You challenge her.

"Can Spencer read to me?" She asks hopefully, looking up at him with puppy eyes. You can't say no to them usually, and he definitely can't.

"Of course." He jumps in to say. "I missed it."

She beams at him for a second before she races off, leaving you with him, your perfect boyfriend. "Hi." You say, chest to chest with him as he pulls you closer to him by your waist.

"I've missed you, too." He tells you. "And this." You don't have a chance to ask what he means before his lips are firmly on yours.

"They'll be more of that to come after you've had a long sleep." You tell him, winking at him.

He grins happily, nodding. "I'm going to go read a very quick story then." He says.

You go with him after putting the ice cream in the freezer, kissing Maisie on the forehead and telling her you're proud of her and that you love her before leaving Spencer with her for a story.

"Can I ask something?" She asks him, pulling her covers up to her chin. It's after her bedtime story, and he half assumes she's doing it to stay up later.

He nods, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Anything you want, little one."

"Why do you always have to go working?" She asks with a pout. "I wanted you to come to my dance, and I looked for you in the crowd, daddy."

She doesn't even realize what she's just said, and she definitely doesn't understand the enormity of it for him. It's one title he hasn't had, until now. With the perfect child of his perfect girlfriend, life has never been better.

He's tearful at that one word, but he avoids showing it too much to her. "I know, and I'm sorry. Maybe I can get a special showing tomorrow?"

"Yes!" She agrees, like it's the best idea ever she's ever heard. Her little face lights up and it's one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

"I can't wait." He tells her. "But you've got to sleep so you'll have energy tomorrow." She nods in agreement and he leans down to kiss her forehead. "Sleep well, princess."

Spencer's upset, almost sleeping already, and he tiptoes out of her room before heading to yours.

Something's wrong when he walks in. He's teary-eyed with a wide smile, looking like something big has just happened.

"What's up?" You ask curiously.

"She called me dad." He says, still in shock.

You open your mouth, mirroring his shock before smiling. "Spencer... thank you." You decide on saying. "You're the best thing to happen to her."

He shakes his head. "No, you're both the best things to happen to me."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

This Is Where You Stand With Me (part 2)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Part 1 here

Y/N's POV

"Hola madre!" I say jokingly as my mother answered the phone.

"Too much influence from Sophie's boyfriend or what?" She chuckles.

"Yeah, something like that." I laugh adjusting myself on the couch. "How are you? What's new?" I ask.

"Nothing much, I'm just going back home from work. What's up with you?"

"I'm enjoying my day off from work." I say biting my lip not sure how's she going to react to my new "job" which I haven't told her about yet. But I'm certain she's not going to be thrilled about it.

"What do you mean y/n? What work?" As soon as she says "Y/N" I know there's no joking anymore.

"Well," I take a deep breath before I continue. "First of all, don't freak out, it's only my temporary job, you know while I'm here in Monaco with Sophie. And second of all, I started working for Ferrari practically. I'm managing their social media."

"Explain it a bit better, please. What does that mean?" She asks confused.

"Basically, I'm spending a lot of time with their drivers. I'm filming them for social media, like when they're getting ready for the race, asking them some questions, filming behind the scenes like what happens before the race, filming them training and stuff like that you know. And I edit those videos and then post them." I try to explain to her as simply as possible. but my mom, like most others, is not on the internet, she is not interested in the world of social media and probably still does not understand why anyone would be interested in any of this.

"So who are you filming then? Sophie's boyfriend and?"

"Carlos and Charles." As I say his name my mind wanders briefly to Charles and the grand prix from last weekend. I wonder how he is, and if he talked to Ava. and what happened between them afterwards. I also wonder if he has already thrown somewhere the bracelet I gave him. As I've already said, you just never know with him.

"Y/n?" My mom's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry my thoughts wandered for a moment. What did you ask?"

"I asked if you are satisfied with that job? Are you treated well? What are those boys like?" Like any mother, she worriedly asks a million questions and I, like any other daughter, of course, will not tell her everything in detail.

I have always been close to my mother, but I never liked to share every detail of my life with her, even though she wanted to know it. But I just wasn't comfortable with her knowing all my private things. I believe that you can be close to your mother, without her being involved in all your decisions, attitudes and thoughts. We talk more or less about everything, but I have set some boundaries for myself about what I want to share with her and I think that's exactly why we have a relatively good and healthy relationship.

"Yeah, I mean it's not something I'll do forever, it's just a temporary type of thing, so while I'm here I might as well earn some money." I say. "And everybody's nice to me, of course, I already told you that Carlos is a wonderful person and boyfriend to Sophie, and Charles..He's not so bad either."

"You don't sound so convincing with the other one." She says referring to Charles.

"Don't worry really, both of them are very nice, it's just that I don't know Charles very well yet and I haven't spent much time with him so I can't say much about him." I say honestly.

While talking to her on the phone, I get up and head to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. While walking to the kitchen, I pass by the mirror and almost get scared when I see what I look like. Shaggy hair in a bun, without a hint of makeup, braless in an extra-large t-shirt with a print of Los Pollos Hermanos that also serves as my nightgown and house slippers on my feet. I guess I'm not one of those ex girlfriends that has a glow up after a breakup, but oh well.

"Well, as long as you're happy and safe, I'm fine with it." My mom says. "And besides, I think it's good for you that you left Manchester for a bit. Stay as long as you want."

"Really?" I am a bit taken aback and surprised by her words. "How come you think so?" I ask while waiting for coffee to be poured from the machine into the cup.

"I-I.." Just as she was about to say something the doorbell rings. Sophie went to lunch with Carlos, I doubt they forgot their keys.

"Mom, there's someone at the door, I'll have to call you a little later, okay?"

"Okay, we'll talk later, bye." She says and I hung up the phone.

I leave my phone on the kitchen counter and just as I'm about to go into the hallway to open the door, I accidentally pull the cup with my hand and spill hot coffee on my right thigh.

"Ouchh!" I almost scream in pain while the hot coffee continues to pour down my leg. "Fuck!!" My eyes get watery from the pain and stinging. Cursing my clumsiness I grab a cloth and wipe my thigh which is burning more and more and the doorbell keeps ringing. I go and open the front door when none other than Charles is standing leaning against the door frame.

"Charles, what are you doing here?" I ask with a sniff. I don't open the door all the way, but just peek out with my head. The last thing I needed is him here while I'm crying over my coffee burn and looking like I got mowed by a tornado.

"Y/n, are you alright? Why are you crying?" He asks, his expression immediately turned serious as he tries to enter.

"I just spilled hot coffee on myself. Please don't come in.." I really don't want him to see me like this.

"Let me help you." He says ignoring me and coming in anyway closing the door behind him.

"No, Charles..I-I'll be fine." I say pulling my t-shirt down with one hand and still holding the cloth with the other one.

"Let me see." He bends down and removes my hand with which I'm holding the cloth. "You got burned well." He says.

"Yeah, I can feel it. It hurts pretty bad."

"Come here." He waves his hand for me to follow him into the bathroom. It seems like he has already been in this apartment before. They probably had some gathering at Sophie's, so he knows where everything is.

"Sit there." He says pointing to the tub as he takes a small towel from the shelf under the sink and soaks it in cold water. I briefly feel a sense of relief as he kneels down in front of me and places a wet towel over my burn.

"You know, I really appreciate your help, but I feel terribly uncomfortable-"

"Yeah, I already saw that you don't have a bra on." He cuts me off and my cheeks instantly get as red as the burn on my thigh.

"You don't have to point it out like that.." I can't help but chuckle a little at his nonchalant response.

"You really do have to stop embarrassing yourself in front of me." He laughs.

"Why did you come here in the first place?" I ask shaking my head.

"I'm here to pick up Carlos. We agreed to go to the gym together, and he said he would be at Sophie's." He says taking the towel off my thigh and soaking it again. "So here I am. Where are the two of them anyway?"

"They went out for lunch. I think they should be back any minute now since they've been gone for a while." As he comes back with the cold towel I notice that he's wearing the red bracelet I gave him last weekend. He puts the towel over my thigh again and gently presses it.

"And what are you doing alone in the apartment, except destroying it?" I really like this funny side of Charles. For I moment I wished he could be like this all the time.

"Certainly not waiting for you." I playfully answer back.

"Yeah, sure you aren't." He says confidently and I roll my eyes at him. "I'm going to clean up that coffee you spilled on the floor." You can see the kitchen from the bathroom, so he definitely made sure I knew that he saw the mess I made.

While Charles is cleaning up in the kitchen, I quickly go to my room and put on shorts and a bra under my t shirt. Since he's already seen me at my worst, I decide not to fix my hair but to leave it messy like this. It's already too late now to look presentable anyway.

"Have you put on a bra yet?" He asks shamelessly as I enter the kitchen.

"Has anyone ever told you that you can be very inappropriate?" I honestly ask him.

"Quite rude thing to say to someone who just helped you."

"Thank you. Charles. For your generous help." I say slightly sarcastically through gritted teeth. "Do you want me to check when they're coming back?"

"Why? Can't wait to get rid of me?"

"No." I roll my eyes. "I'm just asking if you're in a hurry."

"I'm not. I'll wait for him. I hope they'll be back soon." He says taking a seat on the high chair at the kitchen island.

"Do you want something to drink while you wait?"

"A glass of water will do."

I reach for a glass from the top kitchen unit and in the process I scratch the injured thigh on the handle of the lower element. I wince in pain and curse under my breath.

"Be careful, where is your towel?" Charles asks me getting up from the chair. Before I can say I left it on the tub, he's already back from the bathroom with it. "Sit there." He almost orders me and I do it obediently while he soaks the towel again in the kitchen sink. He moves my hand from my thigh and puts the wet towel over it.

I don't know why, but I decide not to tell him that I can do it myself. And he doesn't say it either but proceeds to hold his hand a little longer over the cold compress looking down at it and gently pressing on it. I lift up my head to look up at him and for a second we lock our eyes together without saying a word.

"I-I.." In a moment of nervousness I wanted to say something just to break the silence, but luckily I hear the front door open. Charles quickly moves his hand away and goes to the opposite side of the kitchen island clearing his throat.

"Hello..guys..?" Sophie says as Carlos and her enter the kitchen looking very confused at the scene before them.

part 3

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[bugboysgf]

Hate + Love

Chapter 3

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Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

“Do you think that's his boyfriend?” Q asked.

“I don't think so,” Kitty said.

Right now you,Q, Kitty, and Min ho were sitting at the lunch table having lunch, you were too busy on your phone laughing to even hear what they were talking about.

“I don't see the problem, just ask if he is seeing anybody.” Min Ho said.

“If only it was that simple.” Q huffed. “What do you think y/n.”

You didn't respond, you were smiling at your phone not having a care in the world. Min ho thought it would be a good idea to throw a chip at you to get your attention.

“What the hell dickhead.” you glared at Min ho.

“Why do you keep smiling at your phone?” Min ho asked.

“Oh Derek was sending me pictures.”

“So what's going on between you?” Kitty asked

“Nothing really, he asked me on a date yesterday.”

“Wait what?” Minho looks at you in shock.

“You heard me.” “When's the date?” he asked.

“If you must know it's on saturday.”

“I'm so happy for you.” Kitty said.

—-

“I don't get it.” Min ho said to Q.

“Get what?” Q sat up on his bed.

“Why is y/n going on a date with Derek.” “I don't know. What's the problem with it anyway?” Q asked, confused.

“Why would she choose him, that's all.” Min ho wondered.

“Maybe because he gave her his number.” Q said like it was obvious. Minho just stared at the wall thinking. “Listen man if he bothers you that much just tell her.” “It doesn't bother me.” Min ho said a little too fast. “You're lying, it does.” “I don't understand why I care so much.”

“Maybe because you like her.”

“I will not stop saying that.” Min Ho said, clearly annoyed.

“There's obviously something there, if it does bother you.”

“It doesn't, I was just thinking.” Min ho defended himself, but deep down he had this feeling about you and he couldn't figure out what it was.

—

“Q come on, open the door.” you said knocking on the door. You heard footsteps so you stopped knocking on the door.

“What are you wa- wait are you crying?” Min Ho asked.

“No” you swiped your tears. “Where Q” you asked.

“He's not here, he's sleeping at his friend's dorm tonight. What's wrong.” Min Ho asked concerned.

“Nothing, I'm going to go.” you turned around but Min ho grabbed your hand pulling into the dorm. He shut the door and looked at you.

“Just tell me what's wrong, I'm not going to make fun of you or judge you.” all you did was look at him, you were not believing that. “Pinky swear.”

“I'm not five Min ho, can i just go, it's not a big deal.” you explain to him.

“If you're crying, it has to be a big deal,” he says.

“Okay…it's my necklace my dad gave me.” you open your hand and show it to him. “I broke, and i don't know what to do, it was the last thing he gave me and-”

“Slow down y/n, its okay”

“It's not,” you said in a weak voice. “I can't tell my mom, she's going to be so mad, and i dont have the money to fix it.” Min ho looks at you not knowing what to say, he's never had a girl cry in front of him.

“I'm sorry for putting this on you.” you apologize.

“I'll fix it.” Min Ho said.

“What?”

“Give it to me, I'll try to fix it.” you had no choice to hand it over to him, you didn't know what to do.

“I should go, it's past curfew.” you said.

“Stay here”

“Why?”

“I just want to make sure you are okay,” he says.

“What if I get caught?”

“Nobody is going to see you plus there's no class tomorrow. You can take my bed” he explains.

The next morning you woke up in his bed, then it hit you that you cried to Min ho last night about a necklace. You cringe at the fact that Min ho saw you cry. You get out of the bed and go into the kitchen and sit down.

“Good morning.” Min Ho says.

“What time is it?” you ask. “2pm”

“Oh my god, I have a date at 5.” “You have time,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box and hands it to you. You look at him confused but you open the box. In the box was your necklace that you gave him last night.

“Oh my god, you fixed it.” you smile. “How?”

“I went to a jewelry shop early in the morning.”

“How much was it? I will pay you back, I swear.” you tell him.

“Don't worry about it and I apologize.” “Apologize for what?” you asked him confused.

“Apologize for bumping into you at the airport.” “Who are you and what have you done with Min ho.” you joked.

“I'll take the apology back.” he smiles.

—

“I'm nervous.” you said to Kitty.” “Dont be you look good.” She says.

“He's supposed to be picking me up any minute now.” you tell her.

10 minutes go by and he doesn't text you saying he's going to be late. You text him ‘hey when are you going to be here?’ but you get no response.

Another 20 minutes go by and you finally get a message

From derek: Sorry but I can't do this, i dont think it's going to work out.

“What did he say?” kitty asked

“He says it's not going to work out.” you say quietly.

“Oh I'm so sorry y/n. He doesnt deserve you.” “Min ho was right, it had to be a dare.”

The next day you decided to not let it get to you. Kitty asked if you wanted to go to breakfast most of the time you skip breakfast but you were really hungry.

“What are your plans for today?” Kitty asked.

“Not sure.” you said. Kitty looks behind you and sees Derek walking towards you.

“Don’t freak out but Derek is walking this way.” “Oh my god.” you roll your eyes. He sits next to Kitty and gives you a look that's supposed to say ‘I'm sorry.’

“y/n-”

“Save it, I don't want it here,” you cut him off.

“y/n i really wanted to go but Min ho-” “Min ho? What does he have to do with it?” you cut him off once again.

“He threatened me, he said he would release a video of me. I can't let it get out it would look bad on my parents company.” he explained “So he threatened you to not go on a date with me?” “Yes and a lot of other guys.” “What the hell, why?” Kitty asked.

“I'm not sure but he doesn't want guys dating you.”

“This doesn't make any sense.” you said.

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[0-animelover-0]

Poly!Kiribaku x Chubby Reader

A/N: Remember you are beautiful just the way you are and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If you are being abused in any way, please talk to an adult you trust or someone who could help.

Warnings: mention of suicide, cutting, bullying, verbal abuse, foul language.

Masterlist is -> here

It was a normal, sunny day, at least for you. You woke up to your alarm blasting by your ear. "Shut that damn alarm off!" You heard your mom yell at you from her room. She always made you get up early because your mom says 'even though your still ugly, doesn't mean you can't make yourself more presentable'. You sighed turning it off and sliding your feet off the edge of your bed. This happens a lot of the time but every time it hits you harder than the last. Your mother was always like this towards you.

But nobody knew about this not even your boyfriends. Except Shinsou who was like a brother figure to you since your first year of U.A. You started dating the famous hot-head, Katsuki Bakugou and the supportive, Ejiro Kirishima six months ago. You got up off your bed and got ready to go to U.A. "Get ready and get out of my house! Grab whatever you can find to eat! You're good at that!" Your mom yelled from downstairs, then you heard the front door shut meaning your mom left for work.

You looked at yourself in your mirror. You started crying while looking at the figure that looked back at you. You were always chubby since you were younger, always being bullied because you were never as skinny as you wanted to be. You were curvy with chubby cheeks and (e/c) eyes. You were very insecure about your thick thighs and your plush stomach. You always wondered why Katsuki and Eijiro would date you or even love you. You glided your finger tips over the fresh cuts on your arms.

Flashes of past memories crossed your mind then you saw them, the hot-headed blonde of class 1-A, Katsuki Bakugo, and the kind red-head, Ejiro Kirishima. After dating them for a couple of months, these thoughts and your cutting slowly eased. But the bullying did not stop. You would think people going to U. A to become heroes would understand that bullying can lead people to doing something like self-harm or worse.

You wiped the tears that poured from your eyes off of your face using your arm. You looked down at your scared wrists and arms, and saw the newest cuts you made last night. This made you cry even more. You collected yourself and started to put on your school uniform. You never liked the skirt because of how short it is showing your thighs. You ran down the stairs towards the kitchen. You looked around the room and thought against the urge to eat and ignored the growl coming from your stomach.

You started walking out the door but not before locking the door behind you. You were walking down the street when you heard someone yell your name. "Y/n!" You turned around looking back only to see the group of girls that bullied and still bully you from middle school. "Hey Sara." You said, trying not to make eye contact. "Ha! Can't even look at us without crying!" The girl next to the blonde said. The two girls next to Sara laughed at your teary eyes. You took off into a sprint towards U.A.

Once you got to the large gates, you tried to make it look like you weren't just crying. Making your way into the school towards your class, Class 1-A, you saw Bakugo and Kirishima with their friends that others call 'The Bakusquad'. Bakugo looked like he was going to blow up Denki while Sero, Kirishima and Mina were laughing at the angry expression plastered on his face. "Hey, Y/n!" Mina yelled spotting you walking towards them. "Hey guys."

You said, now standing between Bakugo and Kirishima. Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist while Kirishima hooked your pinky finger with his. "Awe! You three are so cute together!" Mina said, practically gushing. Kirishima chuckled while Bakugo grunted but still kept his arm around your waist. "Let's get to class before we're late." Bakugo grumbled while walking towards class while holding hands with you and Kirishima on both sides of him.

Later at lunch:

You were sitting with your friends and your boyfriends during lunch like usual. You didn't feel like eating even though you knew you were incredibly hungry. "Oi, are you going to eat anything?" Bakugo said, looking at you and your untouched food. "Yeah, I noticed you haven't been eating that much lately. Are you okay, baby?" Kirishima, who was sitting on the other side of you, put his hand on your shoulder. "I'm just not hungry." As you said that, you spotted Sara and her group laughing across the cafeteria looking in your direction.

"I-I will see you guys later! Sorry...!" You stood up and rushed out of the cafeteria. The group of 1-A students all looked at each other confused and then they heard laughter from not so far away. "Oh no..." Mina starting to catch on to what was happening. "Oi! What the hell are you laughing at!?" Bakugo yelled which gained the girls' attention.

Sara looked him up and down while admiring his looks. They could tell she thought he was hot. "Why hello there, hot stuff." She said, twirling her hair with her finger. "It's not very nice to hit on someone who's in a relationship." Kirishima spoke up. Bakugo looked at her in disgust along with the rest of the bakusquad. "Get lost." Bakugo said. "Yeah, he is in a relationship!" Denki added.

"Oh, do you mean that pig that was sitting there?" Sara pointed between Bakugo and Kirishima where you were sitting before. Kirishima squinted his eyes into a glare. "If you mean our beautiful lover, then yeah, she's our girlfriend." Sara looked at them and scoffed swaying her hips while walking with the other girls following behind. "Lets go find her" Bakugo said turning to his boyfriend and then walking out with Kirishima beside him.

* * *

You ran passed other students in the hallway, not caring who saw you. You just wanted to get away from Sara and her 'friends'. You ran outside of the school. You leaned back on a wall sliding down it, tears flowing down from your eyes. You brought your knees up to your chest and put your head down, continuing to cry. Nobody was outside since students were still either in class or at lunch. 'They probably think I'm ugly too. Maybe even my friend's do too.' You thought, looking up from your knees.

Then you heard someone calling your name. They sounded worried, frantic. "Y/n! You out here?!" It was Kirishima. You looked in the direction of his voice, seeing him and Bakugo at the front doors of U.A. "If your out here, get back inside! They are just some extras who think they're all that!" Bakugo yelled. Him and Kirishima started looking around for their lovely partner. You wiped your eyes, slowly standing up. They haven't noticed you yet so you decided to wait a few more moments to watch them.

"Shit! I'm going to explode them to a million pieces." Bakugo said clenching his fists. Kirishima looked at Bakugo. "I'm mad at them too but we really need to find Y/n instead of threatening them." Kirishima put a gentle hand on Bakugo's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. Bakugo slowly unclenched his fists. "Fine. C'mon, shitty hair." He said turning around to face the school.

"You don't need to. I'm right here." With a deep sigh, you got out of her hiding spot. "Y/n!" Kirishima engulfed you in a strong hug. You hugged the red-head back and buried your head in his chest. "You idiot. Don't scare us like that again." Bakugo said, hugging you from behind.

You all stayed in a group hug for a while, enjoying each others embrace. After what felt like forever, you pulled away from the two boys. Tears pricked the brim of your eyes as you looked between them. "Do you..think I'm ugly?" Your voice sounded so broken which made Kirishima's and Bakugo's faces fall. "What? Of course we don't think that." Kirishima said before caressing your cheek. "Your're beautiful just the way you are. Inside and out."

This made you start crying again but not from sadness this time. "I love you guys so much." You wrapped her arms around both Bakugo's and Kirishima's necks. Kirishima and Bakugou hugged her back, both their arms around her. "We love you too." They said at the same time. "Now let's get back to our friends." Kirishima grasped your left hand while Bakugo grabbed your right one. "I bet those idiots are worried."

You three entered the cafeteria walking to the table you were seated at before. "Y/n!" Mina stood up fast right after noticing you first. Denki and Sero turned around hearing Mina yell your name. "Oh thank goodness. You're alright!"

You shrugged and nodded your head. It still hurt from how hard you cried. "Sorta." Sero and Denki walked up to you with relieved smiles. "Happy to have you back, dude." Sero said as he playfully punched your shoulder lightly. "Mhm" Denki nodded, agreeing with Sero. "C'mon girl! I'm going to get you fixed up! Your mascara is smudged. I'm surprised your makeup is not runny." Mina started dragging you to the closest bathroom.

The four boys watched as Mina and you was out of their view. "You three are a great couple. So who is going to propose?" Denki asked Bakugo and Kirishima. Bakugo quirked an eyebrow and Kirishima blinked at him in surprise. Bakugo's facial expression changed to a more cocky one. "Me of course. I'm the only one who is brave enough to do it." Kirishima grabbed Bakugo's chin and turned his head to face him. "You sure about that, babe?" Kirishima said, winking. Bakugo scoffed and pushed Kirishima's hand away with a tint of pink on his cheeks.

You and Mina returned from the bathroom. Your eyes softened and your brows furrowed in concern. "You okay, Katsuki? You look a little red." While reaching up to touch his forehead, Bakugo swatted your hand away. "Tsk! I'm fine." He said as he avoided eye contact with you. The last lunch bell rang signaling that lunch was over. Bakugou put his hands in his pants pockets, walking away.

Sero, Kirishima and Denki all laughed confusing you and Mina. Mina's eyes shifted from each of them and she crossed her arms. "What happened while we were gone?" The boys looked at each other knowingly. "Nothing! Come on, baby. I'll explain later." Kirishima said putting his arm around your shoulders starting to walk away from his friends. You looked at Mina, and Mina just shrugged her shoulders still confused.

#anime #my hero academia #bnha #denki kaminari #fanfiction #relationship #mha #polyamarous #poly #poly relationship #x reader #mha katsuki #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #mha kirishima #mha kiribaku #female y/n #feminine reader #fem y/n #chubby reader #boyfriend scenarios #romance #hanta sero #mean girls #mina ashido #u.a. high school #heroes #tw

[lixzey]

Can't Help Falling In Love

a/n: super duper thanks to @lilmaymayy you are the best 🤍

“You can think that you're in love, when you're really just engaged.”

September 11, 2023

Angelisse stood in front of the podium. She was going to give a talk to the clients of the firm she was working at. “Good morning, everyone,” she said, smiling at the crowd. “I'm glad you could all make it here today. As a financial consultant, my job is to help people manage their finances and make wise decisions about how they spend their money.” Angelisse took a deep breath before continuing. “In today's economy, it can seem difficult to know where to start when it comes to managing your finances,” she explained, a warm, welcoming smile on her face. “But don't worry, I'm here to help make your savings work for you and ensure that your hard-earned money is secured and invested wisely.”

“Let's start with establishing a budget...”

“You did an amazing job today, Angelisse,” her boss praised. “Your presentation was informative,engaging, and your energy was just contagious. The board has been discussing, and you are one of the candidates we are considering for a promotion.”

“Mooooom,” Angelisse squealed happily, biting back a smile as she sat across from her mother at the dining room table. “I have some big news for you.”

Her mom, Jean, looked up from her book, her brow creased with curiosity. “What is it, sweetheart? Is everything alright?”

Angelisse took a breath and continued. “I'm being considered for a promotion!”

“Wow, that's amazing, Angelisse!” her mom said excitedly. “I'm so proud of you.”

Angelisse chuckled. “I know it's just a candidate, so nothing is guaranteed yet," she said, trying to keep herself from getting her hopes up.

But her mom just smiled and waved her concerns away. “You deserve it, sweetheart. There's no doubt that you'll get that promotion. I know you worked really hard to get where you are, and you should be proud of that.”

Still reeling from today’s high, Angelisse realised that there was one more person to tell about today’s events. She walked to her room, propping open her laptop, deciding to call her boyfriend, James. “Hey babe, I miss you so much, how are you?" Angelisse asked James, now beginning to wander around her room, attempting to prepare her work clothes for the next day. 

James chuckled as he watched Angelisse pace back and forth in her room. “I've just been busy with work, cara mia,” he replied, his tone relaxed. “What about you?”

Angelisse paused as she stopped at her vanity table, finally picking out her outfit for the next day. "Well, I actually had an important meeting with my boss today," she answered. “And get this, “I'm a candidate for a promotion!”

“Oh my god, t-that's great! But I think I have even better news for you,” James teased. 

“What is it?” Angelisse asked.

“Guess for it," James chuckled.

“Oh come onnn, you know I don't like guessing games. Tell me, what is it?”

“I'm flying to New York in three days!” James announced, waving a ticket in front of the screen.

“W-What?” Angelisse stared at her laptop in shock as James made the announcement. “You're coming to New York?” she asked, a little bit high-pitched from disbelief. “But what about your job?”

James laughed, “It's just for three days, babe. I asked for some vacation days, and my boss was completely understanding of our situation. I've just been wanting to see you so badly lately, and I know you miss me just as much as I miss you."

“So that’s why? You're flying from Italy to New York just because you miss me?” 

“I have something important to do.” James smiled cheekily.

September 15, 2023

James was on one knee, and his and Angelisse's families were around them. “We’ve been together for six years. And let me say that each and every year was the best year of my life. Every day, I'm convinced that you are the reason why my life is complete. So let's make it legal. Are you willing to spend forever with me?” 

Angelisse struggled to catch her breath; she felt suffocated, caught off guard by the sudden proposal in the middle of a family gathering. Her mother was crying, and everyone else had their phones on video, waiting for her answer. 

“How can I say no?” she whispered. How could she even say no? Everyone in the room had their cameras in her face, pressuring her into the decision. She loved James, truly, but deep down, it felt like a wrong decision. Angelissed brushed it off and forced a smile.

“Is that a yes?” James asked hopefully. 

“Y-yes, yes.” 

“Yes? She said yes!” Everyone in the room erupted into cheers while James happily rose to his feet and swept Angelisse into a hug. James then put her down, reaching for her hand, sliding a beautiful diamond ring on her finger, pocketing the small velvet box it came from. “This is for you, my love, to signify my eternal love and commitment,” James said as he looked down at Angelisse's finger, then looking back up, meeting her eyes. 

“Congratulations,” Jean smiled as she walked up to hug her daughter, “It's so beautiful.” she admired her daughter's ring. “You know, your dad never gave me anything like this before. You're so lucky.” 

“Of course, Mom, I am.” she said, forcing a smile. She was supposed to be happy, but deep inside she couldn't. 

“I'm so happy for you," Jean said, hugging her daughter. “You made me really happy. Out of all of the mistakes I made in my life, I feel like you're the only thing I got right,” she cupped Angelisse's face in her hands. “I love you, my angel.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

The next day, Angelisse felt a sense of dread about going back to meet with both their families. She sighed and mustered up every bit of courage and patience she had before walking out of her bedroom.

“My future daughter-in-law.” James' father, Arthur, smiled as Angelisse sat down beside the family. 

“So, where do you plan to have the wedding? The church or the beach?” Arthur asked, a wide smile on his face. 

"Oh yes, destination weddings are the trend these days.” James' sister, Jenna, piped up. 

“Church or?” James' mom, Alma, asked. 

"Actually, we still haven't decided, Mrs. Bernardi," Angelisse answered, her hands sweating. The older woman chuckled. “From now on, call me mom; after all, you have to get used to it. So, when do you plan to get married?”

“In two years," Angelisse said, while James said, “Next year.” Everyone at the table looked at James and Angelisse, “Babe, we talked about this last night.”

“Oh, yes. That's right, sorry.” Angelisse mumbled. She really didn’t want to rush this, but James seemed adamant on getting married as soon as possible. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was making the wrong choice. 

“Here's the plan: I'll review for the bar exams so I can practice law in Italy; we get married next year; I'll finish my bar exams; I'll work in a firm; and after that, you'll move in with me in Italy.”

Angelisse looked at James, “Uh, my boss talked to me about this promotion.” 

“I'm sure you'll get a job as soon as you want in Italy.” he smiled. 

Angelisse sighed. She didn't have any other options regarding the promotion she really wanted to get. Even if she worked hard for it, she'd end up leaving it all behind to move to another country and go back to zero. 

The day after James and his family went back to Italy, Angelisse received an unknown document. She ripped the envelope open and started to read. 

February 14th, 2022. Valentines day.

“This is to certify that Timothée Hal Chalamet and Angelisse Emmanuelle Evans were married on February 14, 2022, in the state of Nevada.”

Angelisse's eyes widened as her eyes scanned the document again and again, realizing the gravity of the document she held in her hands. Coming back to her senses, Angelisse bolted into her room, locking the door shut behind her. 

“Valentines day, Valentines day, what the fuck happened last Valentines day!?” Angelisse muttered, pacing around her room as she tried to remember what happened on that day.

“Oh, baby, I think I'm in love with you,”

“Marry me?”

“Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go to. No one will know.”

“Oh fuck, Kate's bachelorette party.” 

Her best friend's bachelorette party in Las Vegas on the night of February 13th, up until the morning of Valentines day almost two years ago. Memories of that night came flashing back at her; she got drunk—apparently wasted. That night was filled with alcohol and bad decisions. But the rest of the night was missing. Angelisse grabbed her phone from her nightstand and dialed her best friend's number. 

“Hey, Angel! What’s up?” Kate asked, her voice cheerful. 

“Hey Kate, can I ask you something?” Angelisse asked as soon as Kate answered. Her heart was pounding. She was fucking married to a complete stranger! On a drunken night, in Vegas! How the hell did that even happen?

“Do you remember your bachelorette party?” Angelisse asked, her voice coming out more as a squeak. 

“Of course,” Kate chuckled. “It was a wild night.” she giggled. “What about it?” she asked curiously. 

“Where did you say again that you found me the morning after your bachelorette?” There was a pause at the end of the line—a pause so deafening that Angelisse could hear her own heart rapidly beating. “You were out on the street in front of a casino,” she said after a while.

“A street?” Angelisse choked. 

“Yeah, you passed out on the sidewalk," Kate said matter-of-factly. “You’re lucky we found you before anyone else did.” she added with a laugh.

They had found her the next morning on the sidewalk—the fucking sidewalk! Angelisse's head started spinning; she was married. Married to a complete stranger. In Vegas, drunk and stupid. She was fucked—absolutely fucked. 

“Girl, I'm fucked.”

#timothée chalamet #timmy #timothee chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee #lil timmy tim #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée chalamalabingbong #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee x oc #timothee chalamet x oc #timothee chalamet fic #timothée fanfic #timothée chalamet x oc #fanfic #timothee fanfic #timothee chamalet #timothee x reader #timothée chalamet x reader

[beanghostprincess]

I would like to know how Sanji feels regarding Yasopp from a Sanuso perspective. Because there are two situations that I would love to write in a fic format but I'm not sure which one would fit best.

1. Sanji resents Yasopp more than Usopp does. Usopp explains to Sanji that his father left him and his mother to become a pirate and that's fine with him because he left to follow his dream, a dream that now Usopp is achieving too by his own hand and that will get him to see his father again. And even if there's resentment there, he's always like: "Well, he left us and I found out he spent time with another kid that is coincidentally our captain and my best friend but, y'know, it's fine because I know he loves me and at the end of the day we will find each other again. And my mom was the one to support him on his adventure, I can't really complain about that, can I?". And Sanji doesn't take that well because he knows how little Usopp thinks of himself and he knows that, behind all of that, there's more pain than what he says out loud. The mere fact that Yasopp dared to leave him behind makes Sanji's blood boil and he can't accept that Usopp isn't angrier. He should be angry! Furious! His father, the one who left him on his own with his sick mom, does not deserve Usopp's forgiveness. He makes Usopp know this: "What?! Usopp, mon trésor, you cannot possibly be saying this right now." / "What? I- It's not like he left me because he didn't love me, he left me to follow his dream. I think you of all people should understand that." / "And I do, dear, but- His dream should not have been more important than you in the first place and what he did is disgusting and outrageous and he doesn't deserve-!" / "Sanji, don't-" / "Somebody that leaves his child behind is not a good perso-" / "Could you shut up?! The fact that your father doesn't love you doesn't mean that mine is the same! My dad had a dream to follow, yours just didn't want you!" Oh. And that's when Usopp knows he's fucked up real good. But Sanji doesn't get mad and doesn't accept Usopp's apology because he's aware that he's been acting like a jerk too, talking without knowing anything about Yasopp, actually. They end up talking things out, of course, they make up. Usopp keeps telling Sanji that he's dying to see his father only to tell him that he's okay and, whenever he isn't, he has his boyfriend with him who will protect him even from his own father if he hurts him. Which is not the ideal situation, but at least Sanji is ready to do anything to anybody that hurts the love of his life.

And then there's the second possibility, which is still angsty and follows the same dynamic except that it's reversed:

2. Usopp is being insecure about what Yasopp feels for him. He's always known his father loves him and only left to follow his dream. He knows his mother is the one who supported him, too, and it's not Yasopp's fault that she got sick and he wasn't there. But sometimes the thoughts of not being wanted by his own father (especially after knowing that he enjoyed his time with Luffy, of all people) haunt him. And, you know, sometimes Sanji just can't take it. Seeing his boyfriend drown in self-deprecating thoughts and the assumption that his father doesn't love him is his nightmare. Because it's exactly what has always happened to him, and Usopp doesn't- He just doesn't know. "Usopp, I know- I know that what we did is fucked up and you're allowed to be mad-" / "I am not mad, Sanji! I am- How- How am I supposed to react when I see him? Uh, yeah, it's totally fine that you left me and mom alone. By the way, she's dead and you weren't there! But guess who was there? Me! A kid! On his own! Thank you very much, how's the pirate life treating you? Remember Luffy? Well, I'm sure you fucking do-" / "Darling-" / "I know he loves me, Sanji! Or whatever! He said he did. Was it that hard to show it a little bit, though? Because whenever I think about-" / "At least your father wants to see you again, doesn't he?! Okay, he might've fucked up big time and I get it, Usopp. I fucking get it. But he's out there and he's probably waiting for you and he tells people about you! He told Luffy about you, goddamnit. He loves you. If Zeff hadn't found me if- If for God knows what reason Zeff hadn't found me, I wouldn't even have had the chance to call somebody that truly loves me 'dad'. So stop complaining that he wasn't there and start thinking about how he's probably waiting for you. He had to make the hard decision to leave you with your mom, my father didn't fucking think twice before locking me up away from the rest of the world." Sanji knows he has talked too much when he sees Usopp's startled face. And following the last idea, the ending is pretty much the same. Apologizing for things they probably don't even truly think and accepting that they both have different experiences and that they're allowed to feel the way they do.

I honestly prefer the first one for a lot of reasons, especially Sanji's protectiveness and sense of justice and also the fact that I think Usopp's behavior is closer to canon. However, the second idea explores more the envy Sanji could probably have when it comes to biological fathers (which can still be there even if he doesn't consider Judge his father at all and has Zeff. He's still haunted by his past trauma, yay).

#they have so many daddy issues what the fuck is wrong with op characters #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

[clairewriteshaikyuuxreader]

His kid asks him to stay away (Oikawa, Atsumu)

Inspired by two scenes from Gilmore Girls. 

Oikawa is surprised but beaming when he finds his daughter standing outside his hotel suite. "Hey, princess!" He envelopes Yuma (悠真) in a tight hug, which she reluctantly returns.

"I'm sorry I didn't call–" 

Tooru shakes his head, squeezing her shoulders. "Nonsense. You're always welcome here. Hey, I made that corned beef that you like. The one with potatoes? I can heat them up right now. Come inside."

"No, that's okay. Listen, dad..." She takes a step back, pulling herself away from his arms. "Mom has a boyfriend."

Tooru blinks. "Oh."

"It's Uncle Iwa."

He inhales sharply. "Yeah, I...I heard."

Japan's team had a plethora of colorful characters, and the more noisy members liked to talk online and post photos of their unknowing teammates, coaches, and trainers. One particular trainer had many candid photos of him and Oikawa's ex wife in the background. You were never active in social media, so Tooru shamefully relied on his daughter's posts to see how you were doing. Her posts were always the same: friends, school, you and her together. You two were like the happier, healthier version of the Gilmore Girls. And there was no other man in your life as far as he can tell.

Everything was fine until last month.

Last month was your first birthday after the divorce. Tooru was in Argentina and could only send a polite greeting and of course, you only sent a simple 'thank you.' 

The same time, his daughter uploaded two photos: one was of you two, and the other was of you and his best friend, sitting awfully close to each other. 

He remembered that day like it was yesterday. After seeing Iwaizumi so close to you with the faintest red in his face, he had to know, he had to ask.

Three rings before the trainer picked up.

"What the hell, Trashykawa–"

"Are you seeing my wife?"

"..."

Tooru didn't even need an answer. The silence spoke for itself. But he wanted to hear what his friend had to say.

"Oikawa..."

"Please, Iwa-chan. Tell me the truth," he whispers. Iwaizumi had to have known how much Tooru still loves you, how much he wants to turn back time and fix everything. He had to know, because Tooru cried to him the night he signed the papers.

On the other side of the line, Iwaizumi inhales. Then he says, "She's not your wife anymore."

Tooru hung up. He was glad that Japan was an ocean away, because he would've driven straight to Iwaizumi's house and beat him up.

"Dad?" his daughter calls out to him.

"Sorry, sweetie, daddy spaced out for a bit."

His daughter examines his face, her own expression hesitant but determined. She sticks her hands into her coat pocket and speaks up again: "I want you to stay away from them."

Time stills and Tooru feels sick. "You...what?"

"Dad, I love you but...but you hurt mom."

"Honey, I– "

"And it doesn't matter if you mean to or not, you just do. You just do. And before you start, you should know that mom never speaks bad about you, well, not in front of me anyway--"

Tooru should be proud. Even at this moment his sweet Yuma retains his and your snarkiness. But right now he just wants to throw up. 

"My point," she continues, "is that I'm not here because mom says you're the devil."

"I know. Your mom isn't like that."

"So then you know that she doesn't deserve getting clobbered."

"... I do."

"She deserves to be happy, dad, and Uncle Iwa makes her happy. I know that you must be mad and hurt but I'm begging you to please let them be."

Tooru can't bring himself to open his mouth as his daughter brushes back her hair, trying to hold back her tears. "I'm still gonna visit you and you can visit me. You can get angry at them and me but don't do anything because... because you should see how mom smiles now."

He understands. Looking back at it now, he couldn't recall the last time you smile so genuinely when you were with him.

His little girl, acting not so little anymore, rubs her face. "Anyway, that's all I got to say. It was nice seeing you."

"Wait–"

"I still have to meet up with my friends."

"At least let me drive–"

"This isn't Argentina, dad," she points out. 

He doesn't have a car here. "Right." 

She gives him a pitying look but only mutters out a "bye" before leaving.

Tooru silently opens the door to his hotel room. 

He heats up the leftover corned beef from last night and sets down his plate on the table, settling in front of the TV.

But he doesn't eat or even listen to the news.

He cradles his head between his hands.

His only daughter, his sweet, little princess who should be free of troubles, came here just to tell him to stay away.

"Dammit." He swallows the lump in his throat as he fiddles with the ring he refuses to take off. "I'm pathetic."

You didn’t ask much. You always supported Atsumu, always defended him from your family when your parents accused him of abandoning you, always made excuses and did everything–everything to keep your relationship happy. 

You loved your job and if someone were to go back in time and ask you if you would sacrifice your career for a guy, you’d throw your head back and guffaw, because the idea was insane. But then you met Atsumu, and he wasn’t just some guy. He was the guy. He was sweet and funny and supportive. He adored his mother, he had a good relationship with his brother. He was passionate and he shone brighter than anyone. 

And you loved how much he loved volleyball.

So you didn’t ask for much. 

You didn’t complain when he had to leave you alone when he was off to Argentina or China for weeks and months.

You didn’t whine when he couldn’t accompany you to family reunions and weddings of close friends.

It was your idea to quit your job the moment the test came out positive. 

Sure, you loved your job–love your job–but Atsumu was your whole world. You never thought you’d have someone like him in your life and you were determined to be happy with him and the bundle of joy you two made.

Your son was born healthy. Hiroyuki (ヒロユキ), you decided to name him. Atsumu was there and he showed off the little runt to the doctor who delivered, to the nurses who helped, and your family members waiting outside.

You didn’t expect yourself to end up the way you did, but everything was fine.

Your boys were healthy.

Your husband was doing great. Every week there was always a shower of praise for your genius setter.

Your son grew up nothing like his dad though: while Atsumu was brash and loud-mouthed, his son was a quiet and polite boy who hated conflict; while Atsumu lived for volleyball, his son hated getting dirty and sweaty and preferred academics.  

You and Atsumu still wanted him to be healthy though, so you encouraged him to exercise and pursue other hobbies.

Your son only begrudgingly agreed to get you both to shut up.

Everything was great.

You were great. You were content. 

But then you saw it, a single message from an unknown number on your husband’s phone.

“I had an amazing night. Call me when you’re in the city.”

Your shining world crumbled in an instant.

You couldn’t remember what you did next. You vaguely recall smashing the device into a mirror and locking yourself in the guest bedroom. 

The next six months were a blur, too.

You froze out your husband though you didn’t tell your son the truth, only telling him that mommy and daddy just couldn’t be with each other anymore. Some people were appalled that you wanted to get a divorce. “Because so what if he cheated?” They had asked. “Think of your son.”

You did think of your son. Ever since you discovered you were pregnant with him, you always thought of your son. 

The divorce was for his sake as much as yours, because you had no guarantee that you wouldn’t end up murdering his father if you stayed next to him.

So you bought a different house in the next city, got your old job back, and got divorced. Shared custody. 

The whole ordeal felt unreal. Every day, you felt like you would float out to space, but you had Hiroyuki, who liked to tug on your pants and remind you: “I’m here, mama.”

You would laugh and give him the tightest hug every time. You wished you didn’t cry so much every time though. You wanted to be stronger for both of you.

And you were strong enough.

With your baby and your job back, you became too busy to even think about your cheating ex. 

Fast forward years later and it’s now your baby’s middle school graduation.

“You’re now a man!”

“Stop it, mom.”

“Whatever happened to ‘mama’?”

“Mom.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You kissed his cheek. “Your dad should be here soon.”

“It’s okay, I’m not a kid anymore, you don’t have to lie.”

You gently flicked his forehead. “I made sure to tell him.”

He blinked. “You did?”

“I did.”

“When…when did you tell him?”

“Last week–”

“You didn’t have to tell him.” 

“He’s still your dad.”

“Yeah, my dad,” he bitterly repeats. Although the lawyers agreed on shared custody, the man was rarely around. When it was Atsumu’s turn to take care of Hiroyuki, he was almost never at home and the people who took care of the kid were either his mom or his brother. Truth be told, Hiroyuki didn’t care. How could he possibly forget the many days he caught his mom trying desperately to hide her sadness and the many nights she sobbed in her bedroom when she thought her son was asleep? Children weren’t idiots. And Hiroyuki never bought into the idea that kids needed a mother and a father either. Why would he? He grew up with only his mother being there for him, so why would he need his father now?

“I would’ve called him myself if you really wanted him here,” he says.

“It’s not about me wanting him here, it’s about him having to want to be here, and he should be here. It’s his only son’s graduation.”

“Middle school graduation. It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“It’s a celebration in mediocrity.” 

“That’s a lot coming from the valedictorian and…” You fall quiet.

“What’s wrong?” He turns to follow your line of sight. 

He exhales when he sees his sperm-donor walking into the auditorium, dressed in a clean polo shirt and some woman hanging off his elbow.

His Uncle Samu’s right: the man’s an idiot.

“Hey, mom, could you get me a soda?”

“Huh?” You snap out of your trance. 

“I’m kinda thirsty.”

You try to protest but quickly quiet down before giving your son a sad smile and walking towards the cafeteria.

Hiroyuki inherited his father’s height so it only took a few strides before he caught up to the man and his plus one.

“Hi dad.”

Atsumu grins at his son. “There he is, the man of the hour. Happy graduation, kid!”

Hiroyuki bites his lip. He hates how oblivious this guy is. He hates how he could smile like this and bring this woman with him like nothing’s wrong and that everything is okay. 

He doesn’t say anything else and an awkwardness falls between the three of them.

Atsumu clears his throat and gestures towards his date. “Have you met–”

“–no.” Hiroyuki shuts him down. “Dad, can we talk? Alone.”

The woman looks peeved and makes a face, like she’s expecting Atsumu to get mad on her behalf, but the volleyball player only shrugs and pulls his arm away from her. “Sure thing.”

The two guys walk to a corner in the room, away from prying eyes.

“Hey, I got you some cash but it kinda feels like it’s not enough, so do you have anything you want for today?”

Without hesitation, Hiroyuki speaks up: “Stay away from mom.”

Atsumu’s head swerves and he is forced to look straight into the clear, unyielding eyes of his only son. 

There is a pause.

Atsumu lets out a nervous chuckle. “I’m sorry, I thought I just heard you say that you want me to stay away from your mom.”

“You heard right.” Hiroyuki crosses his arms. “Dad, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“Bringing that woman here? I know you’re trying to make mom jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous! First of all, that woman is named Ochaco.”

“What’s her last name?”

“...”

“Dad, just stop. That’s the best thing you can give me.”

“Son–”

“I know you still love her.” Hiroyuki knows how the man looks at you, because it’s the same look you had whenever you heard his name or saw him on the news. He hates that you’re still in love with your ex, because those feelings blinded you from realizing how his Uncle Samu looks at you; Samu who helped you move, Samu who packed your things into boxes because you couldn’t bear a second longer in Atsumu’s house, Samu who made sure you and Hiro were always fed, Samu who could comfort you in ways Hiro couldn’t because you didn’t want to look weak in front of your boy. “But you can’t be together, not anymore, so please just stop these stupid games and go back.”

“What?”

“I have mom, I have Uncle Samu, they’re all I need.” 

“Hiro–”

The speakers blared with feedback before the emcee called for all graduates to find their seats. 

“I have to go. Bye, dad.”

Atsumu wants to pull back his son, to talk with him, but seeing his little boy walking confidently away from him broke his heart.

He bites his lip.

He really did f*** up. 

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Ethan Landry x Reader

Dewey and Gales daughter.

Afterscream 6, he wasn't ghostface.

Woodsboro isn't far away from New York.

You're both 21 here 🫶

"Ethan?" I quietly say as I look up at him, my voice almost a whisper as I'm not sure if he's sleeping.

"Hmm?" He responds.

"Did I wake you?" I ask him and he looks down at me and shakes his head.

"I've been up for a few minutes." He answers as he presses a kiss to my head.

I smile at him before gulping slightly, I've wanted to ask him for a while to visit the my dads grave but I never did ask, I think it sounds absurd for my boyfriend to visit my dead dad.

"Would you like to visit my dad's grave with me? I normally go to his grave every month and place new photos and flowers. If you think it's weird, then it's okay. I understand, but I just thought I should ask." I cautiously ask, and ethan smiles widely at me.

"Y/n, it's not weird. I think it's cute what you do for your dad, I'd love to come." He answers and I smile and pull myself closer to him.

"We don't even need to be there for long. It's just so I can give him the flowers and photos, oh and also give my aunt tatum her flowers." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"We can spend as long as we want there, I know how close you two were, especially after the divorce, so if you want, we could take some picnic stuff." He offers and I quickly sit up and stare at him, my eyes watering with happiness.

"Are you sure? Because right in front of his grave, they built a bench for him because he helped stop the murders for so long but you don't need to come just because you feel bad." I quickly tell him, the happiness almost radiating off of me.

"Y/n! I'm one hundred per cent sure I want to come." Ethan says before he sits up and carefully cups my face before kissing me.

Minutes later, I'm running into the kitchen where my mom stares at me confused.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" She quizzes and I jump around the kitchen, almost crashing into ethan when he walks up to us.

"Ethan is coming to see dad with me." I exclaim happily, and my moms face quickly turns into a smile.

"Is that okay if I go today? We're gonna take the train to Woodsboro, and we're also gonna pack a picnic to eat at dad's bench." I tell her happily, and she pulls both ethan and I into a tight hug.

"Of course it's okay. He's your dad, y/n." My mom says, and I look at ethan once my mom lets go of us.

"I'm gonna go get changed whilst you eat breakfast, then once I'm done you can get changed and I'll pack stuff for breakfast." I tell him and he smiles and nods.

"You're eating breakfast too though." He quickly says before I can walk off.

When I get into my room, I close the door, and as I begin to walk to my chest of drawers, I hear my mom talk to ethan, so I hurriedly rush back to the door to hear.

"Ethan, I just want to thank you for agreeing to go to her dad's grave with her. Every month since he was killed, she's gone and placed flowers for him. She's always done it for her aunt tatum, although she never knew her. She asked Tara to go to her dad's grave multiple times, but Tara always said no, and I thought that was disgusting because dewey died saving Tara, the last thing she could've done was gone once. I don't mean to talk bad about her friends but I can't help it." I hear my mom say and then I hear ethan let out a small laugh.

"I just want to be there for her, I know they were extremely close. Whoever y/n loves, I love." Ethan tells her, and I hear my mom sniff, almost like she's crying.

"You make her really happy, since we moved here you were all she spoke about, it was always 'Mom I love ethan so much!' Honestly, I was getting a little sick of hearing about her crush on you, so the day you asked her out, I almost drove to your dorm to thank you myself. When her dad died, she completely changed. She never smiled and kept to herself, but you got her out her shell, and im so glad she found a boyfriend like you. Her dad would've loved you, ethan, and I'm so glad that one day I'll be able to call you my stepson." I hear my mom cry as her sobs suddenly get hushed by ethan talking again.

"I love your daughter and you so much, and I'm sure I would've loved her dad." He says, and when I feel tears threaten to spill, I decide that that's maybe the chance where I should stop eavesdropping and get changed.

When I walk out of my room, I see my mom stuffing some stuff into a backpack.

"Sorry, I know you're not good at packing picnics, so I did it myself, I also put in the photos for your dad, and I've sat out some money so you can buy him some flowers." My mom tells me and I shake my head.

"Mom, it's okay, I can buy them with my own money." I tell her laughing as ethan walks into my room to change. He's got his own little chest of drawers that my mom bought him for my room, I used to think my mom would never have let me have a boy stay over but she trusts ethan and I enough to not do anything in my room whilst she's home atleast.

"Y/n, please. It's my treat for you." My mom begs, and I let out a sigh.

"Okay, fine." I tell her as I go into the cupboard and pull out a breakfast bar.

"Did ethan eat?" I ask her and she nods.

"Yeah, he had one of those, too." She tells me as she motions to the wrapper on the top of the bin.

"Good." I quietly say.

As I walk into the large Walmart, I make my way to the flower section where I stare at all the flowers.

"What flowers do you normally get him?" Ethan asks as he stares between me and the flowers.

"Sunflowers for my dad, because when I was a little girl, We once planted one in our back garden, and it grew taller than me, and then he'd always call me his little sunflower. It sounds stupid, but they've always been my favourite flower since then, so I'd like to think they're his too." I tell him with a small smile on my face before I bend down and pick one of the nicest looking sunflowers bouquets.

But my face turns into confusion when I see ethan bend down and pick up one of them before he picks up a bunch of the most beautiful red roses I've ever seen.

"Eth, I already have some." I say as I stare at him confused.

"I want to get him a bunch of flowers too, for raising the most perfect girl." He tells me with a cheesy grin on his face.

I smile widely at him before my eyes fall on the roses.

"What about those?" I quiz and he quickly gulps, almost as if he isn't sure himself.

"Your mom wanted me to get him some flowers from her." He tells me, and I nod before I begin to look at the range of flowers for my aunt tatum.

"I don't know what flowers to get her, I always struggle trying to think." I sigh, and ethan looks around.

"What about some lilys? They're really pretty." He tells me, and I follow his eyes and gasp when I see the bouquet of lilys he's staring at.

"They're perfect!" I exclaim as I bend down and pick them up.

As I approach both my dad and aunts grave, Gran begged for him to be able to get buried next to Aunt tatum.

"Your dad's grave is so nice." Ethan gasps and I nod.

"You might think im insane for talking to his grave in a minute, but sometimes it's like he's actually there listening, so I can't help it." I quietly tell him and he just looks at me and smiles.

"Y/n, he's your dad. You can do whatever you want at his grave, I won't judge." Ethan promises before I quicken my pace and run to infront of my dad's headstone.

Here lies: Dwight Jessica Riley, more commonly known as Dwight by his peers, he was a loving dad, son, and brother. He was loved by everyone and was a true Woodsboro hero to all of us.

I smile and crouch so I can gently touch the small photo of him with the tips of my fingers.

"Hi dad, I can't believe it's been a month already." I say as I smile widely, so he doesn't see me upset before ethan crouches beside me.

"Hi Mr riley." He quietly says, and I begin blushing.

"Dad, this is ethan, my boyfriend." I say smiling before I press a kiss onto my fingertips before pressing it onto the cheek of his photo.

"I brought you your flowers and photos like always." I then go onto say as I place a bunch of Sunflowers at his grave before opening the bag on ethans back and pulling out the pile of photos my mom printed out for today, and when i see it I let out a small gasp,

It's a photo of my dad and I with our sunflower.

I set all the photos out nicely before I walked to my aunt tatums grave and sat the flowers at it before walking to the bench that was made in my dad's honour directly infront of his grave, so I can see ethan staring at all the photos.

"I also got you some flowers, Mr. riley. I hope you like them. I heard you were a really good man, and i hope you like me enough to be able to continue dating your daughter." Ethan says before he places the flowers next to mine before he walks to the bench and sits with me, and I notice he still has the roses.

"Y/n, what's that?" Ethan asks as he points over towards a tree, the opposite direction of him, and out of curiosity, I turn and look, and after a minute of staring, I turn to face him on the bench.

"I don't see anything." I say laughing before I realise ethan isn't on the bench anymore, he's on the ground down on one knee.

"What're you doing? Get up." I tell him as I smile.

"I know this probably isn't the most romantic place to do this, but I knew you'd want your dad to see." Ethan begins as he hands me the roses and I tilt my head to him, extremely confused on what he's doing on the ground.

"My dad to see what?" I quiz and ethan just lets out a small laugh at how clueless I am.

"I knew since the moment I met you, that you're the girl I wanted, you're the girl I wanted to marry, so when you were sat next to me in English I was so happy, I felt blessed. And when you first spoke to me, I was even happier, every happy memory I have has been with you, has been with our friends, has been with you and your mom, when I say I love you y/n, I mean I love you. And not just like, a replaceable love, I could never replace what I have with you." He begins as he grabs my hands, and I look down at him and nod. He's clearly nervous, but I'm now starting to understand what he's doing.

"You don't need to be nervous." I tell him with a small laugh, and he nods and gulps slightly.

"I am so grateful to have you in my life y/n." He continues, and I nod again before he releases my hands and pulls out a small box, and he lets out a nervous laugh.

"So, uhm, what I'm trying to say is will you marry me? I've wanted to ask you for around a month now, and i knew here would be the perfect spot, so i waited until you asked me to come visit your dad with you." He asks, and my eyes widen as I stare down at him, before I grab his face and kiss him repeatedly, and I don't stop till I'm running out of air.

"Yes! Is that even a question!" I scream before I kiss him again, and he kisses back before he grabs my left hand and slides the ring onto my ring finger, and I sit and turn bright red at the sight.

The ring is beautiful, and on each side of the diamond, there's small engravings of Sunflowers.

"Your mom told me about the Sunflowers when I asked her if it was okay if I could propose." Ethan tells me when he moves back up on the bench.

"I can't believe you waited, so you could propose infront of my dad." I say as I begin to bawl.

#ethan landry x reader #fanfic #fiction #romance #writing #wattpad #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you

[delicate-luv]

Two Become One ~ Chapter Five

Summary: reader and Eddie find out life changing news. They have to break the news to a very dreadful person.

CW: 18+, MDNI, abusive ex, pregnancy, abuse, fluff, violence, fighting, mention of murder, threats, mention of death

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You sat against the edge of the bathtub, waiting for the results. You wanted to find out alone. Eddie waited outside the bathroom door for your signal.

After a few, painstakingly long minutes went by, you quickly flipped the test over before you could have any second thoughts.

Two pink lines.

"Eddie?" You called out for him while you couldn't help but start to cry.

"Yes? Can I come in?"

"Yes." You sniffled and glanced up at him entering the doorway. He looked at you with worry in his eyes as he closed the toilet lid and sat down on it.

"So?" He anxiously bit his lip as he sat down adjacent from you on the edge of the bathtub.

"I'm pregnant."

"Woah." You both saw it coming, but didn't know how to react.

"Eddie. It's yours. You know that, right?" You wiped a tear. "the last time my boyfriend even touched me was at least 6 months ago."

"Ex-boyfriend, right?" He corrected.

"Actually.." you mumbled, rubbing your arm.

"Fuck. What the fuck?" he threw his hands up in defeat and then covered his face in frustration.

"I know I have to leave him. I didn't know when would be the right time to."

"I can't officially be with you, or officially care for our baby when I know you're with someone else. It's time to break it off with him." He managed to stay calm, although he was obviously disappointed. "and you thought I was married? You're the one who has a boyfriend!"

"I know." You stared at the ground. "anyways, can you tell me more about the pregnancy with Otis?" You needed to change the subject, needing something to reassure you that Eddie had been through this before, and knowing that he knew what he was doing.

"Okay," he sighed, rubbing his hands down his leg. "right after we got married, she fell pregnant. We planned it from the beginning. I just wasn't expecting her to leave so soon, not after we had been through hell together."

"Can I ask what her name was? Why did she leave you as a single father? Isn't that quite selfish of her?"

"It's not selfish of her. She would have stayed," he became more serious and stared right into your eyes. "She was murdered. They never caught the guy. Her name was Chrissy."

"Eddie.." You we're at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry."

"It's all in the past now. For so long, I blocked it out." He stood up and rubbed his forehead. "I'm done talking about it, you don't need this kind of stress. Get up off the floor."

You stood up and you walked into the living room together.

Eddie knew he had to start to get Otis comfortable around you. He knew you two would be living together fully in no time.

"Do you have anyone you want to tell the big news too?" He asked.

"I have to tell Scarlett. And Ezra. I don't want to tell my mom, she'd make it all about my dad. She's also very old fashioned, plus we're still grieving and we haven't spoken since he-." You seemed to have choked on your own words. "I know it's not ideal to tell your boyfriend you're leaving him because you got pregnant with another man's baby."

"Scarlett will be happy for you. Won't she?"

"Yes. Although she may kick me out of the apartment. She's the one who pays most of the rent after all." You sighed, thinking at all the setbacks this has already given you. "do you have anyone you want to tell?"

"My bandmates, Steve, uhh i don't know." He made it clear that didn't want to tell Otis until he could fully understand what was going on and when he got to know you a little bit more.

"You don't have any family?"

"Otis is my only family, really. I lived with my uncle. He passed away not too long ago."

You nodded, ready to face what was your greatest fear these past couple of weeks. "I better go tell Ezra."

"I'll come with you, just in case."

"Okay, just don't bring any weapons." You laughed. "We're still somewhat strangers, I don't know what kinda stuff you're hiding."

"I don't need to bring any weapons, one punch wearing these bad boys, and you're out cold for days." He pointed to the various silver rings that covered his fingers.

"If you're not back in under 2 minutes, I'm coming in there." He rubbed your leg for reassurance. "remember, keep being your sexy confident self."

You stared at the brick house, gaining as much courage you could in that moment.

"Wish me luck." You unbuckled your seatbelt and walked up the steps to Ezra's house. He lived in a fairly big house, with lots of steps leading up to the front porch.

He opened the door, eyes widening when he realized it was you on his doorstep. "Finally. You've come to apologize."

"Actually Ezra, I need to talk to you."

He gave you an evil smile, "come inside."

You had no choice but to follow his lead.

Eddie watched from the car. "shit!" He whispered in frustration. He had lost his view of you. He got out binoculars from the center console and looked into the window, making sure to keep a careful eye on you. There was not a peep of noise coming from the car, only Eddie's heavy breathing, due to being so concentrated. Along with Otis babbling in the back, despite knowing how to talk.

"Please sit." Ezra demanded you sit on the couch next to him, but you refused.

"Ezra, I'm leaving you."

"What? Why? Don't act like you're the victim, you b-"

"I'm pregnant, and it's not yours. I don't love you anymore. I don't think I ever loved you, in all honesty."

he jumped out of his chair with all of his power. "YOU LITTLE SLUT! HOW DARE YOU? WHAT WERE YOU TRYING TO DO? GET REVENGE ON ME? GO KILL YOURSELF, YOU WHORE."

"You're the one who treats me like I'm a piece of shit!" You yelled back. It felt good.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE! SO YOU GO AND GET KNOCKED UP?" He slapped you across the face.

You fell to the floor, crying. You were begging him to stop.

Eddie could hear your screams and cries from inside. He was fuming. He jumped out and ran over to the front door, busting it down with all of the built up adrenaline and anger.

Ezra jumped back. "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS? THE FREAK WHO KNOCKED YOU UP?" He threw a punch right at your head, but luckily missed. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE AN AWFUL MOTHER, YOU SLUT! YOUR KID IS GOING TO HAVE THIS LOSER AS A FATHER?"

"I'd regret doing that if I were you." Eddie ran over and punched Ezra right into the stomach. He then got a hold of Ezra's neck and pushed him against the wall, in a chokehold.

"If you dare to say anything about my girl again, I'll make sure those are your last words." He threatened.

Ezra was very intimidated, he immediately became so small again. "Please, Im sorry. I'll stop. I will treat you better this time. I will love this baby, even if it's not mine."

"My mind has already been made up. I'd rather spend a life time in hell than ever get back with you."

Ezra was choking up, almost to the point of passing out. Eddie let go of him, having him collapse to the ground, barely breathing.

Eddie chimed in. "I'd agree with her. But, hell already is being with you." He grabbed your hand. "I'd never put a woman through what you put her through."

He held your hand as you escaped his home, not looking back. You jumped into the car, not waiting another second to speed out of there and never looking back.

There you sat at the tv, waiting for the children's channel to come on.

You were still trying to recover from what an exhausting and anxiety ridden day today when you heard Eddies coming down the hallway, talking in his soft voice. "Otis, can you meet someone special for me? She's going to love you and take lots of care of you."

You weren't supposed to hear this, you knew if Eddie knew that you had overheard, he would be so embarrassed and pretend it didn't happen. You smiled once you saw Eddie holding hands with Otis, slowly walking towards you. He had hair that was a little lighter than Eddie's, a light brown. It was obvious that he had inherited Eddie curls, along with his eyes.

You spoke sweetly. "Hello Otis. My name is y/n. It's so nice to meet you." Even though you had met the little boy multiple times before, this was the first time you properly introduced yourself.

"Your name might be a little hard for him to pronounce." Eddie quietly whispered to you.

"Well then, you can call me whatever you'd like." You smiled at the little boy.

"Hi." He flapped his hand trying to wave and immediately held out his small arms for you to give him a hug.

You hugged him back. "how old are you?"

"This many!" He held out two fingers.

"Wow! That's so old." You gasped, getting a giggle out of him.

"I know, he's getting so big." Eddie kissed him on the side of his head and sat down on the couch next to you. He slowly wrapped his arm around you.

Otis jumped up onto the couch, wanting to sit on your lap.

The kids channel soon came on, Otis immediately sitting up and clapping his hands together. His attention was fully tuned into the little animal-like cartoons that were dancing around on the television.

"I'm so excited for us." Eddie turned to you and spoke in a deep, almost whisper.

"Me too." You glanced over to see a big wide grin on Eddie's face.

As the night went on, Otis was slowly beginning to fall asleep on the couch. He had soon fallen asleep, clung to your lap.

“He’s so sweet.” You whispered to Eddie.

“He is. He’s my boy.” He wore a proud grin on his face. “Let me take him to bed.”

He swiftly scooped him out of your lap and whisked him into his bedroom. He returned a few minutes later, urgent to get back to spending some quality time with you.

“He was really excited to sit on your lap.”

“He was.” You nodded.

“Do you think he knows?”

“Who knows? Kids his age are supposed to be super intelligent with that kinda stuff. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You agreed with him and reached for the remote. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Up to you. You’re the woman of the house now, you make all the big decisions.” He joked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and cuddling up to you.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You slithered your arm around his chest.

“I don’t think forever would be long enough.” He sank further into your touch.

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[fbfh]

billy hargrove dating hcs

wc: 1k

pairing: billy x gn reader (a few optional femme hcs, no pronouns)

warnings: billy has ptsd and bpd and is recovering, helping billy through his problems, susan is trying her best, emotionally vulernable billy, max thinks you're the coolest person in the literal world, billy shouldn't drive faster than his guardian angels can fly, I think that's it??

a/n: THIS MAN NEEDS A BIG HUG AND A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD!!!!! also can't get over max being obsessed with billy's cool s/o

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @paris-loves-dustin @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @justbookworm @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @Ronnasey @hxgemxscles @demirunner @cosmiq-cloud

Contrary to popular belief, Billy is an amazing boyfriend 

Once you get past the asshole persona

And the rampant partying and hypersexuality to suppress his pain 

And the god complex as a defense mechanism

And the deep belief that he’s not good enough for you

All of which you get through very quickly

He’s an incredible boyfriend

It’s so weird for him, because he keeps showing you everything that usually scares people off

Like anyone else would run long before now 

And you’re just like “cool are you doing okay emotionally btw”

He is not

He’s never been with the same person for long at all

Like no more than a couple days

Usually because he wants to leave them before they leave him

Because he has bpd

Because he can’t imagine someone seeing him

Or even beginning to get to know him

And not leaving

You’re the first person he’s cried around in

He can’t even remember how long 

You touch him so gently

Like so gently it makes him want to cry 

You can see everything he’s going through, all the pain, really fucking clearly

And you don’t look at him with anything other than love and acceptance and compassion

He’s never found anyone he feels like he can talk to about all this shit

But you get it

And the weirdest part is you always know just what to say to help him

Even if it’s just “feel whatever you’re feeling right now until it burns out a little” or “I understand, I’m here for you”

You have become such a grounding comforting presence in his life

He can physically feel how much you believe in him

He has no idea what good you can possibly see in him, but he knows you see it

And he wants you to

He wants someone to believe in him, wants to get better

And you do

You believe in him so much

And now when he flirts with you

When he bites your neck and gives you those looks and sticks his hand in your back pocket to hear the flustered little laugh you let out

It’s because he likes seeing you smile

He likes having your attention, making sure you know how he feels about you

He’s not just flirting for the thrill of the kill now, and it’s a completely new feeling 

Everything is so refreshing with you

You have this knack for helping him bring out his personality and curb his symptoms, even when there’s overlap

He has no idea how you do it

Or why you stay with him

But he does not want to look this gift horse in the mouth so he’s stopped questioning it

Instead everytime you rub your hand on his back or press a kiss to his forehead he’s just overwhelmed with a terrified gratitude that you’re still here 

Everyone else can see the good influence you have on him too

When anyone asks you how you’re doing it, you tell them the truth

“He’s been like this the whole time, he just didn’t feel safe enough to show it.” 

Susan is still trying to hold everything together, still trying to get her ducks back in a row

It’s a lot easier with Joyce as her fellow single mom friend 

And Hopper there for protection (and moral support) 

And knowing she doesn’t have to worry about Billy as much makes it a lot easier

And Max????

Max???????????

Jesus fucking christ, Max LOVES you

At first she thought you were another fling

Then she saw you were sticking around, weren’t intimidated by the facade her brother puts up

Then she sees you having a good influence on him??????

Once she knows you’re sticking around she latches on SO quick

She thinks you are the coolest person to ever walk the planet

She wants to be just like you when she’s older

If you’re not a redhead she even wants to dye her hair to look more like you 

If you’re femme at all she thinks of you as a cool older sister figure so fast

You show her (and El too ofc) how to do hair and makeup, talk to them about boys, give them fashion advice

Billy sees you helping her curl the back of her hair once, giving her advice about a fight she had with Lucas

“Just try to be patient and communicate with him. Boys may be boys but they’re still people, you know? If you think about how you feel and know what your goal is going into the conversation I’m sure you can talk it out without fighting.” 

She nods, and he can see she’s really taking in your advice

Max figures if that can even work with Billy, it must work on anyone

So now Lucas loves you by proxy too

You and Lucas sometimes bond over dating the Hargrove-Mayfield siblings 

“They can turn anything into a competition!”

“I know! It’s kind of adorable, though.” 

“Yeah…” 

Another thing that means a lot to you

And Max

Is when Billy can feel himself getting pissed off

He has you drive his car

You still blast metallica and kiss, which helps him feel better

But you stick to the speed limit

Which Max greatly appreciates

After you drop her off at Mike’s or the arcade or wherever they’re hanging, you and Billy will just drive around for a while, his hand on your thigh

Eventually he’ll start talking 

Then once he feels a little better, you’ll keep talking

And just drive around like that for a while

He has no idea what magic you work

How you can always turn around shitty days or moods or incidents 

But he doesn’t care

All he knows is he will do whatever it takes not to lose you

And you make sure he knows you’re not going anywhere

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanons #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #billy hargrove #billy and max #it's crazy what a little emotional support and unconditional love and healthy coping mechanisms will do to a fella

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i'm right here — conrad fisher

pairing : conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary : you can't say you that don't love your mother, but, one night her victim complex took over and she started a whole fight with you. so, you messaged conrad and asked him to come urgently to get you out of there. you felt like you were suffocating in the house, but little did you know that the suffocating feeling would've still be following you. lucky, conrad was right there with you.

warnings : mommy issues, anxiety, anxiety attack

"you never try to understand when i tell you to do something useful for this family!" your mother's voice could be heard in the background and her words were directed at you, you just didn't know exactly why. because your mother, like any other mother, always found a reason to make a fuss.

but she had already been shouting for several minutes, hurling insults, and yet, you didn't say anything. you just wiped your tears with the palm of your hand, while you wrote a message to conrad, who was your boyfriend for a long time and knew about the situation at your home.

hey, do you think you can come to pick me up real quick?

you were on top of your bed with the door closed, but your mom slammed the door against the wall and started yelling at you from the doorway. "are you even listening to me?"

you hurried to close your phone screen and look up at her. "yeah." was the only word that managed to roll off your lips.

she was not a fool. she saw you with the phone in your hand. so she rolled her eyes and gave you a fake laugh, dramatically even, as she walked out the door and continued her reproval.

your phone buzzed two times in your hand and you quickly looked to see the answer, while holding your breath.

i'm already on my way.

i'll get to you in less than a minute.

at the sight of the texts, you allowed yourself to smile to yourself, at least for a second. then you replied with "OK" and hurried to the door, hoping not to run into your mother.

unfortunately, when you put your hand on the doorknob, you heard a loud voice, her voice, behind you.

"where do you think you're going, young lady?" you turn a few degrees, at the point when you can look at her, and you noticed her positioning herself with her hands on her hips. "i'm not done talking!"

"um, i—," you wanted to say something. anything. you really wanted to. but conrad's car horn got you ahead.

your mother walked past you, pushing you aside and looked through the visor. "is that conrad?"

"yeah."

she moved away from the door and looked at you, dominating you. "and where do you think you are going without my permission?"

"i need a break.” you said in a barely audible tone, but oh, she clearly heard you.

"a break?" she repeated after you and laughed sarcastically. "now i'm such a burden that you need a break away from me?"

you were quick to explain yourself "that's not it—", but the door opened. seeing how long it takes you to get out, conrad understood that something happened and decided to take him the first step.

a stone was taken off from your heart when you saw him, and he, looking first at you and then at your mother, realized that he was right. something had indeed happened.

"ms y/l/n, do you think you can let y/n stay at my place tonight?" he asked your mother, trying to be as calm as possible. he knew that your mother loved you, but he could not easily overlook the way the woman treats you sometimes. "i promised my mother that y/n would accompany us tomorrow to the conference where she would attend, and she insisted on y/n coming early, so she could be having lunch with us and sleeping overnight because we were leaving in the morning."

he couldn't be a more perfect boyfriend. he always takes his time, and leaves his pride away, to explain certain things to your mother in detail. he didn't want to cause you more problems.

being also charmed by how well was conrad raised, when he wanted to show that, your mother didn't stay long to think and agreed. so in no time you were in conrad's car. you set off, but he wasn't going to keep his word.

when you noticed he missed the turn to his house, you asked him "what about the conference you were talking about?"

"there's no conference." he answered you and immediately, taking advantage of the red traffic light, he looked in your direction to see your confused reaction. "I had to have a plausible excuse."

when the red light turned green again, conrad took advantage of the fact that it was late and the road was freer than usual, starting up the car and accelerating the speed.

"so... if there's no conference, where are we going?" you asked him, playing with your fingers to get rid of the feeling of anxiety eating you from inside.

"you'll see," he said stopping the car and looking at you again. he put his hand, which until recently was on the gear box, over your left hand and smiled at you, trying to calm you down. he had noticed that you were playing with your fingers. watching you. "but don't worry. i actually talked to mom and you will be staying over tonight. now," he reached for the door on his side, still holding your hand. "let's go."

he placed a short kiss on your hand and after he got out of the car first, he went around the car and came to your side, he opened the door, holding out his hand to you.

"you're putting on such a show." you said, taking his hand and giving him permission to help you get out of the car, and jokingly rolling your eyes.

"only for you." he said in a serious tone and then laughed lightly. he wasn't the type to say romantic things, but he made an effort for you. he knew that you adored them.

despite the fact that you were on the pontoon, looking at the sea and the sky above you, and he was acting as wonderful as before, maybe even more wonderful if that was possible, the feeling of anxiety had not left you. your mind was against you that day and it sabotaged you by replaying the argument you had earlier with your mother.

conrad was talking next to you, trying to lift your mood, but you couldn't hear him. you looked towards him, but you only saw him moving his lips, while a feeling of insecurity suddenly took hold of you. you wanted to keep the feeling in check. to be strong and stand up to it. but when you remembered that during your fight with your mother, she threatened you that if you didn't start doing what she says you to do, she would be forced to separate you from conrad.

at that moment, the fear of losing him took total control over your body and you started to feel your lungs emptying of air. you tried to inhale, but it was impossible for you.

"y/n!" conrad called out your name, and this time you heard him, putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "y/n, look at me!" he insisted.

you barely raised your eyes to him, connecting with his, as you tried to breathe.

you didn't show any signs that you can do it on your own. on the contrary, you had started to feel a warmth in your whole body, as if you were on fire, and to become softer in his arms. so he began to breathe in and out deeply, prompting you to do the same. "y/n! you are safe. you're with me. focus on my breathing and follow me."

you tried to do as he told you and you almost succeeded, but getting impatient, being too worried for you, he took his hands from your shoulders. putting one of them around your waist to keep you on your feet, while the other lifted your chin towards him, caressing your cheek with his thumb, he lightly connected his lips to yours. the kiss was a calm one, just trying to keep your mind occupied and waiting for your heartbeat to calm down.

after a few seconds, you pulled back from the kiss and he pressed his forehead to yours, listening carefully to see if you calmed down.

"what was that?" you asked him as your heartbeat stabilized and you started breathing regularly.

he smiled slightly and that's when you realized how close he was. "I guess that that was my new method of calming you down."

you smiled in return and gently wrapped your arms around his neck.

"i liked it."

he chuckled, pulling away from you, not before pressing a kiss to your forehead, saying "of course you did."

you pouted theatrically, laughing immediately afterwards and muttering under your breath, "asshole."

he laughed.

then he immediately turned to you, studying you carefully with his eyes, at which point you felt yourself melting. "what did you just called me?"

"i—" you tried to think of a good lie, but you had noone, so you said quickly, laughing "i didn't called you anything!"

"hm." he made a sound, like an upset child. "are you sure about that?"

he gave you his typical look, looking you up and down, and you bit your tongue by mistake.

you nodded, and he started tickling you so hard, wanting to hear you laugh again. between your laughs and your weak attempts to push him aside, he was preoccupied with enjoying the way your face lit up.

he was madly in love with you.

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #tsitp imagine #tsitp x reader #conrad fisher #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher fluff #team conrad #the summer i turned pretty imagine

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meet the parents - steve harrington

description : steve is ready to meet the parents, and so are you. you think?

steve harrington x fem!reader

cw : fluff!!!!!

word count : 970~

“Steve, just wear something nice and be giddy.” You state, as you lie on your bed twirling your finger on your telephone wire. “Okay, but you do understand why I’m nervous, right?” He asks. You believe you're more nervous than him.

“No, my parents love you already.” You lied. Your parents weren’t big fans of your boyfriend. But they were your parents. What's the worst they would do?

During breakfast, you brought the topic up to your mom, privately. “I’m bringing Steve over for dinner. Is that okay with you?” You quietly ask as you chew your soft pancakes.

Your mom stops pouring her coffee and looks up at you. “This early?” She asked. You rolled your eyes. “You know, me and Steve have been dating for a while now mom.”

“I know, but the things I’ve heard sweetheart. The things I’ve heard.” She trailed off. What could a middle-aged woman hear about a teenage boy? “What did you hear mom?” You question, furrowing your eyebrows

“You know, just the girls at the book club telling me how he broke their daughters' hearts. Plural.” You scoff. “Are you kidding me?” You were going to defend Steve no matter what, they didn’t know the real Steve and you wanted to show them so badly.

She walks up to you and cups your cheeks in a motherly way. “Darling I just don’t want to see you hurt.” “He won’t hurt me mom. I promise.”

Now, bringing this up to your father was a different story. Your dad was the chief editor of The Hawkins Post. He knew gossip more than a lady getting her hair done. So when you brought up the last name, he was quick to judge.

“The Harrington boy?” He chuckles. “Y/n, you are not bringing home a highschool dropout.” His words caught you by surprise, but did it really?

“I can't believe you right now.” You cross your arms as you stand in his study. He looks up from his papers and continues. “The Harringtons are a phenomenal family, but with a son like that.” He makes a surprised expression. “It’s hard to keep their family name honorable.”

“That wasn’t so nice dad.” You frown. You wanted to argue even more, and say how Steve was the best person you’ve ever met. How he snuck you back home when you were drunk, and how he knew how passionate you were about Emily Dickens and bought you exclusive copies. But you couldn’t, cause it was just teenage love.

Your dad studies your sad face and finally sighs. “He can come, but if he ever-” “Yea, yea, if he ever hurts me you’ll murder him.” You walk behind his desk and give him a great big hug.

“Thank you dad, this means a lot.”

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The doorbell rings, and you rush to get it. You flatten out your shirt like this was your first impression on Steve. When you open the door you see an awkward Steve in a collared shirt and khaki jeans. He’s carrying roses and a slim wooden box. You can’t help but choke a laugh.

“Oh thank god it’s you.” He said as he walked inside. You give him a small peck on the cheek. Your parents are sitting in the living room and stand up when they see you both.

Your mom comes rushing with a hug. “Why hello! You must be Steve.” She smiles. Steve returns the hug and the look on his face is genuine.

“Hi ma’am. These are for you.” He says, and he hands her the bouquet of roses. “You shouldn’t have!” She adds, gently slapping his shoulder. “This guy won't even buy me flowers anymore.” She looks back at my dad.

He chucked and gave Steve a firm handshake. “Steve Harrington.” Your dad says. “Sir.” Steve grins. He gives him the wooden box and my dad looks at me, “Put this in my study sweetheart.”

You take the box and rush to his office, placing it on his desk. You sigh, Thank god this was running smoothly. Now only to get through dinner.

Steve and your dad talk about football as you and your mom bring out dinner. You hope Steve is finally calm and acting like himself.

Your mom whispers behind you. “Maybe he isn’t that bad.” She walks across the kitchen and into the dining room. “Dinner is served.” Your smile reaches your ears.

Everything is going smoothly, your moms asking him about work, your dads insisting he checks out his new car, and your boasting about all his kindness towards you.

Sooner or later, you knew your dad was going to ask. When you take your last bite of food, he questions Steve. “If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you continue with school?”

You know the real answer, because Mr. Harrington was a dick and didn’t want his son to live happily. You were about to speak for Steve until he spoke for himself.

“My dad wanted me to earn my own money like a man.” He giggles. “It’s silly, but it’s working. I’m planning on going to college at Tech next year.”

Your dad smiles. “That is great to hear, son.”

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“Did you hear that? SON! He called me son.” Steve fell back onto your bed. It was getting late, and he was bound to leave soon.

You giggled as you sat next to him. “If you guys are that close, convince him to let you stay the night.” Your hands glide up and down his shirt.

“I wish, but I’m still scared of him. As much as I am his son.” He got up and kissed your lips.

“This was such a good plan.” He sighs. “I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You interlock your finger with Steve’s, and embrace the warm feeling as you smile at your boyfriend.

a/n : just something small i had in my drafts!!send in requests for one shots im dying of bordemmm

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington drabble #not proofread 😣

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🕷"No...no way"😈 Part 3

42 & 1610 Miles Morales x fem reader

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"For real?"

• Miles asked. You were powerful, but they're times when he couldn't be swayed. Was he actually legit? Surprisingly, the prowler's eyes softened.

• "For real."

• He replied. That... was strangely reassuring. The doppelgangers stared at each other awhile, having a unspoken understanding. Maybe this wouldn't be so ba-

• "Miles, over here."

• You said, motioning for him to come over. Absentmindedly, he dropped his clone, made his walked over to you.

• "Honey, I want both of you to come."

• He grumbled and hauled Miles over his shoulder. You snickered while your other boyfriend rolled his eyes. (Is this how Ganke feels when he shows off to you?) He set him down.

• "Can't you just untie me?"

• The hero muttered.

• "Alright, kids gather around,"

• Uncle Aaron said, (finally) turning the lights back on.

• "I already got a plan."

• "First things first,"

• Everyone held their breath.

• "All y'all are going to bed."

• "What!?"

• You all shouted. He nodded.

• "It's 2 right now."

• "Not only do you two have school tomorrow,"

• He said, pointing at the 42ers.

• "But that one definitely needs a break."

• That...was a MASSIVE good point. Now that everything is (somewhat) chill, dude felt super tired. Let's see here, he outran over a hundred spider people. Suffered from heartbreak. Fought a crazed adult and got degraded. Landed in the wrong dimension and was almost killed by his "evil twin". It's a miracle he's still awake. Feeling something, he turned to see the other Miles staring at him.

• "Jeez, what tore you up?"

• "Before or after, I met you?"

• "Well excuse the hell outta me."

• "I wasn't being rude!"

• "Ahem."

• You cut in. Their uncle wasn't done talking. Unfortunately though, that didn't shut up one of the Miles.

• "Uncle Aaron, with all due respect, we really need to get going."

• "We don't have a ton of time and-"

• He slowly lost her nerve to speak as his uncle stared at him down.

• "I know that."

• He replied calmly.

• "That's why I need you to get some sleep, so we can work fast tomorrow."

• "You can't protect anyone half awake."

• His eyes locked with Miles's.

• "A'ight?"

• He nodded slowly. Maybe because it's his undead uncle or cause the adrenaline's gone, but he felt relieved. Like a WAVE of relief.

• (...No one shot him with a nothing, right?)

• "Okay,"

• The ex prowler said, sitting down.

• "Miles, take Y/N back to her room. And go straight home afterwards."

• "It's late enough."

• His nephew grumbled something under his breath but stood up. Miles snorted. He knew what that meant. The goodbye kiss can last awhile. His good times were cut short when Uncle Aaron looked at him.

• "And you're staying with me."

• "I am?!"

• "He is?!"

• He nodded.

• "We can't tell your mom she has a new son."

• His counterpart wasn't happy about that. He starts arguing with their uncle, but Miles couldn't hear it. He was gonna spend the night at Uncle Aaron's! Just like old times...

• "I spend all my time with you and you getting mad over one night?"

• The prowler sucked his teeth. Just because he agreed to help that punk save his old man, does NOT mean he'll let him get cozy with his uncle. They're not even tight yet. Let alone acquaintances.

• "I'm just saying-"

• Suddenly, he was cut off by an odd sound. Like a computer screwing up or something. Miles turned around. The other Miles...was glitching. Like, hard.

• "What the?"

• You turned, as well.

• "Miles?"

• He wasn't responding. You began to panic. You wanted shake him or something, but you didn't know what that glitch stuff would do to you.

• "Miles!"

• Your boyfriend walked over, but he knew you weren't calling him. He crouched down next to you. ...He wasn't gonna die from this, right? Just like how it started, it abruptly stopped. Miles gasped, finally free from the crippling pain. You grabbed his hands.

• "Are you okay, now!? Or...better than before?"

• The hero nodded. Despite the lingering pain of his atoms decaying, he was okay.

• "It's just something that happens when you're in a different dimension."

• You smiled and told him you were relieved it was over. But, your eyes said something different. It was obvious what happened really freaked you out. Your hands were shaking. How could he reassure you?

• "Hey."

• Miles's turned.

• "How many more glitches you got in you?"

• Miles knew what that meant. How many more glitches 'till you die? (Props for not spilling the gory details in front of you, though)

• "Dunno, I never counted."

• The prowler stood up and looked over at his uncle, who was silently processing the situation. This plan is gonna need some more tweaking.

• "Tell Rio I'm picking you two up from school tomorrow, okay?"

• "Got it."

• "Don't forget."

• "I said I got it."

• As Miles and Uncle Aaron conversed, you hung back with the other Miles. You were scrolling through your phone. This was the first time in awhile he felt nervous around you. It's not like you were completely different, but you still felt new. "So, um..."

• What do you like to talk about here?

• "How'd you and this Miles meet?"

• He mentally slapped his forehead. For the love of god, why did he say that? It was obvious it was at Visions. You chuckled.

• "He saved me."

• Wait?

• "So he's not a bad guy?"

• He said, obviously not believing you. You nodded. Miles looked past you and at your boyfriend. Yeah...he didn't have the demeanor of a good guy.

• "Y/N, come on!"

• "Welp, time to skedaddle."

• You said, getting up from the couch. Miles nearly reached out to you, but stopped himself in time. This Y/N wasn't his. And he SHOULDN'T pull up because he needs your reassurance. That's trashy.

• "Real quick, sweetie!"

• He heard you say. Did you leave something-

• Suddenly, he was smashed against you, embraced tightly. You let him go and tilted his chin up.

• "Everything,"

• "Is gonna be okay."

• He looked up at you, not sure what to say.

• "Your shoulder,"

• "Your nose,"

• "And most importantly."

• You placed your hand on his chest and stuck your other one in his hair.

• "These are gonna be okay."

• You stared into his hazel eyes, hope starting to burn in them. That's what you wanted to see.

• "Okay?"

• Miles smiled, confidence and gratitude now flowing through him.

• "Okay."

• "Ahem"

• Your boyfriend coughed in the background. You're sure taking your sweet time.

• "I'm coming, pretty boy, I'm coming."

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...The way I lowkey don't like how I'm writing this one.🤣 Anywho, thanks for tuning into part 3, this a gonna be a long ride. And as usual...

(Pt1, Pt2, and Pt 2 1/2)

#spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #miles morales #miles 42 #miles x female reader #miles 42 x reader #spiderman imagine #uncle aaron #wrote this a while ago #part 3 #stay cool #cheers

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Knowing is Safe Ch.3

2858 words

Fandom: Redacted ASMR/ Redacted Audio / Redactedverse

Couple: Cutie/Geordi

TW/CW: Parental Emotional abuse/ Neglatful parents/ Divorce / Anxiety/ Paranoia / Talk of Non-consensual mind reading

Let me know if I missed a trigger.

This timeline is different than the original so I'll explain it

First the video "Your boyfriend asks for your trust" and then Knowing is Safe Chapter 1 is what's going through cuties mind that night/ video. Knowing is Safe chapter 2 is a couple weeks later. Then the video "Your Boyfriend final draws the Line" and about three months later Knowing is Safe chapter 3.

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It wasn't the first time.

And yet every week, every Saturday, when you saw him, in front of that building. always dressed semi-formally. A button-up tucked into some nice pants. With his lips downturned, not a full frown but it still pained you to see it.

When he sees you it changes. His face fills with love before quickly disappearing again. 

You hold onto that second of love. You have to. It's why you're here.

No

It's why you started

Now it's for you

As you get closer to him, he backs away.

He's running away

He can't stand you

He's scared of you

You breathe, deep. You recognize your thoughts as anxiety. That's the first step. 

You take a moment and watch as he grabs the door and holds it open for you.

A gentleman, he's always been

"You first."

You smile and then duck your head slightly. Not wanting him to see the pain in your eyes.

Geordi approaches the receptionist, he's always the one who checks in.

You still find it scary. To express to this almost stranger that you and Geordi need outside help.

You know he knows that, you never told him but, he knows you.

He loves you

Does he?

He does.

" They'll call us when they're ready."

He tells you before sitting a chair away.

I want him

Why won't he sit next to me?

You know why 

It's your fault

It is

Your names are called, and you both follow the therapist down to the same room as always. Geordi makes small talk. 

He's changed

He's more sociable

I'm glad

He seems to like it

Like clockwork you and Geordi sit on one couch, each at a different end

Too far

For you

He needs the space

He deserves the space

You deserve the space.

"Have you two decided if you're ready for the memory extraction? It is often very emotional, we discussed last session how it works and why we do it. It's always up to you."

"I'm ready."

You typically aren't this outspoken in theory, but you've been wanting this for a while, you recall how your therapist explained memory extraction as a way for them to help you understand your own memory. She explained that most people are blinded by their own memories because it's the only life they've lived so everything seems normal, even when it's not.

You never can quite understand your memories or yourself. You always preferred others, to the point it became an addiction. one that harms your thoughts, feelings, and memories. Along with harming Geordi. Someone you never want to hurt.

"Okay then, I'll get started."

Mom!!

Mom!!?

Please!

Please open the door.

You were knocking on your own house door. Crying from fear, shame, and confusion. All you did was go out with your friends, with her permission for a few hours.

That's not why she locked you out

What?

You blocked her, of course, she's mad

Remember what happened to Lanie? 

Blocking was a trick your older sister Lanie taught you, to prevent other telepaths, such as your mother, from reading your mind. You'd done it before but never for this long. It was the first time your mother had no contact with you.

She's not going to let you in

She did last time

And the time before that

And the time before that

And all the other times

She's tired of it

But she threw us out

It's not our fault

Yes it is

We blocked her

We stopped her from reading our mind

Stopped her from protecting us

But I don't want her to continually be in my mind

I want privacy

I want to feel like I can

Think without being heard

Be Myself

You can

Not with her in here

She's your mom

But it hurts

What was that?

A twig

Snapping

A person?

Where?

I can't see

It's too dark

I'm scared

I want mom

“MOM! MOM SOMEONE IS OUT HERE. PLEASE LET ME IN. I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.”

“THAT'S WHAT YOUR SISTER SAID AND WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

Your sister

She's safe

She taught us how to block mom

She did this

No, she helped us

She can help again 

You stop knocking on the door and start walking away. waterfalls fell down your face as you walked Away from home, away from your mom. You walked the streets in the dark, with no phone, no flashlight, just the clothes on your back. Summer clothes.

It’s cold

I know

I wish we had a jacket

Is this the street?

Yes

You turn down the street, wishing you were wearing warmer, longer clothes. When you picked out this outfit you didn't think you'd end up out this late, in the cold. 

People

Bad?

Its a group

Brown bags

Liquor?

Eyes down

Keep walking

What do I do if they approach?

I don't know

No weapon

Just our hands and feet

Keep walking

Keep walking

Speed up

Door

Inside

Sister

Safe

You open the door to the building your sister lives in quickly rushing to her apartment, even though no one was following you. You hoped you remembered correctly you'd only been here once before. Tears from earlier sprung back to life as you frantically knock on the door. Deja vu from minutes ago, days ago, and weeks ago floods your mind as you recall all the time you were at your house door, begging, crying, and screaming for your mother to open the door. Today was the worst of it, she'd never lock you out for this long, or this late, your knuckles were never this red and your voice was never this hurt. 

When the door opened, you were so relieved you gasped for air, air you needed from the crying. Your sister's tired face was washed away when she saw you. Her arm instantly pulls you in for a hug. You cried harder, ashamed of how emotional you were in a public space.

People are trying to sleep

I don't care

Your sister whispers in your ear

“It's okay. I know, I've got you.”

She slowly walked backward, you still in her arms, following her. When the two of you cleared the doorway she quietly closed the door.

“She- she locked me out-”

Your sister didn't need you to tell her that, she'd been through this before. 

“She- again-”

Your sister's head spun at that word and you could feel the heat her anger produced. Lanie had been kicked out once, it was a hot day and she ended up having a heat exhaustion, lucky your father arrived before she could have a heat stroke. Your father was a water elemental, he was able to hydrate your sister and cool her down. That week your father left your family. Later when your parents divorced, he lost custody of both of you. Though your sister, Lanie was 17 at the time and left as soon as she turned 18. Your mom doesn't know that she still lives in town, she told you it was because she didn't have the money to go further but, you know she's here for you. Though she didn't feel safe enough to contact you till last month. She hates that she didn't help you sooner.

“Come on baby, let- let's sit you down.”

She guides you to her couch and leaves to the kitchen, you can still see her as she fills a glass of water for you. You start to regulate your breathing, taking in the smell of your sister's apartment. It smells like brown sugar, she used to have a brown sugar candle she always lit in her room, and it's comforting to smell it again. Brings you back to talking and giggling in her room.

“Here. Drink up.” 

“ Ok I think that's enough”

You shook your head and looked up, dazed at the sudden pull from your memories. You look at the therapist. 

“What for?”

The therapist was taken aback by your question.

“Well, I figured it was a good stopping point, especially considering the content of this memory.”

You feel a hand squeeze yours, turning to see Geordi, closer than when you started. Till now you had forgotten your partner was even there. you become ashamed realizing he witnessed everything. he had seen how bad of a kid you were. You turned to him slowly.

“Are you ok?”

Confused, you didn't answer. His hands find one of yours, his hands are tight and shaking. Before he looks into your eyes.

“I'm sorry. “

You looked away, not having an answer. The therapist took this time to interrupt.

“This is the reason we do this, as Geordi and I see it, you were mistreated by your mother. She used her telepathic abilities to control and shame you. It also appears you saw this as normal or acceptable to an extent. Would you share why you felt that way?”

" She was protecting me, she just- she wanted- she told me she needed to know everything, to keep me safe, she kept me safe."

You feel Geordi squeeze your hand, but when you look over he's looking away from you.

"Your mother taught you that."

" Yes, it's how I've lived, I can't be safe if I don't know anything, I can't be clueless, I have to know everything, knowing is safe."

"Your mother brainwashed you into believing that you could only be safe if you were constantly using your ability. That's why there's such a disconnect between you and your own brain. You aren't used to spending time with your own thoughts. It's probably why you have so much anxiety when you're not in others' heads. I'd say it's why you became so dependent on Geordi and developed that separation anxiety."

The therapist took a quick look at the clock

"Our time is almost up. I think next time I should see you separately."

What?

I just got him back

He's touching me again

I can't let him leave again

Let him?

You don't control him

“Wait, why?”

“I think it would be best for you to talk about this alone.”

“I don't understand!”

“ We can do what you two prefer but often when one client has suffered abuse it is best to discuss it separately first before with your partner.”

“ Abused? I wasn't abused.”

The therapist took a breath and she almost seemed to expect this reaction. You frantically looked over at Geordi.

Does he think I was abused too?

You were

I was?

No

“I'm sorry we need to go - let's go home Geordi.”

“I understand. I'll call to discuss the next appointment.”

You made your way through the building and parking lot to your car, getting into the driver's seat. Geordi is a little behind. He opens the passenger door but doesn't get in. 

“Are you sure you should drive? You seem a little on edge. I could drive you home.”

“ I need to drive, I can't not be in control.”

”Ok.”

That was all he could muster to say as he climbed into the passenger seat, even if his car is a few parking spots over and he doesn't live with you anymore.

When he is buckled you started the engine and leave the parking lot. You always play music when you drive, but right now I don't care. Your brain was swarming with so many thoughts. You couldn't even understand most of it, so you just drove. You could hear a few words from Geordi but didn't pay much mind to them. 

When you pulled into the driveway you were pissed. You did everything aggressively, parking, turning the engine off, slamming the car door. Geordi stopped talking and started yelling. You were already in the house as he was getting out of the car. You left the door open pacing and waiting for Geordi to walk through the door. When he did he was still yelling, laced with worry and fear, little anger.

“Cutie what-”

“Do you think I was abused?”

You questioned him, your eyes swirled with so many intense emotions but your voice stayed even. 

He shut up and stared, he started to stutter trying to answer but nothing came out. To you, that was answer enough. You moved to the couch, sitting down with your head in your hands. Geordi moves to close the door before sitting in front of you. 

He gently moved your hands out of the way, looking into your eyes.

“I- I can't decide for you. How you should feel about your mom. But I know that the way she treated you and your sister was wrong. So -so wrong.”

“I'm wrong?”

“What? Baby no?”

“I did what she did. To you. I always - I'm always in your brain, listening. Like she did.”

Geordi takes a breath. You're right and he wants to hold you accountable but with your state right he wants to be careful.

“ It was wrong. But you stopped right?”

Your words come out fast and panicked

“Yes, I promise I haven't read yours, or anyone else's mind in- in a long time. I only use it for work. Work only”

Geordi knew of your new resistance to using your power but didn't realize that you were completely abstinent outside of work, which worried him. Quitting cold turkey doesn't sound like the best for you. He'll have to remember that for later.

“I believe you. But that's something your mother didn't do, she never learned, and she never tried to get better, like you are now. From what I saw, she used her powers to control you, you never did that to me. Tell me why you are always reading my thoughts and others.”

You took some time to breathe before answering. 

“ To protect you.”

You were hesitant but want to be as honest as possible.

“And myself. People- they lie, all the time, and it's hard to trust them. I just wanted to know the truth. To be safe.”

“See your reasons are justifiable, you just took it too far. And I think, well I'm no therapist but, maybe your trust issues are what you should focus on first. Because it seems that's the root of your addiction.” 

You nod and laugh.

“ You're better than a therapist.”

He laughs

He is so beautiful

I love him

I miss him

" I'm not sure I am. I mean you've really improved,y'know working with her. You can always talk to me."

"Thank you. it's easier to talk to you about how I feel, you're not professional, you're comfortable, even if it's just our hands-"

You pull your hands out of his. Just realizing that you were touching him.

"I'm sorry, I - I didn't cross a boundary did I?"

He looks deep into your eyes and takes your hands again.

"No, I did this, I wanted to touch you, to comfort you. I’ve "

He clears his throat

"I've missed it, a lot. Every session the urge to comfort you and touch you becomes stronger."

You smile.

"Me too. And thanks, for comforting me, even though you have every right not to."

"I still love you."

You look away, your eyes catching the brown sugar candle.

Geordi follows your eyes, realizing now why that scent was your favorite. He was slightly grateful to say this without looking you in the eyes. it felt like he was saying it for the first time, even though it used to be so common.

"I do, I Love you so much, it's why I'm still here, it's why I'm comforting you, it's why I left. I know for you, it's hard to feel or remember your love if it is not constantly in front of you. So I thought I'd remind you. I love you cutie. I'm proud of you. I've missed you."

He sees a few tears roll down your cheek. You nod. He counties.

"I've missed sharing a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, I've missed sharing a home with you."

You whip your head back to face him.

"Geordi, you don't live here. I basically kidnapped you."

He laughs, your brain was previously occupied, you'd forgotten he didn't live here anymore. You start to panic again.

"Hey it's okay, I got in the car willingly, I chose to come with you. You're not a kidnapper."

His smile calms you.

'I'm sorry I wasn't thinking properly, I thought, y'know, that you lived here."

"Maybe I should?"

Your body fills with excitement. So does his. 

Wait!

Don't.

You're not ready.

"I'm not ready."

Geordi's face falls a little but rises back.

" That's ok. I’m - I’m impressed."

"What? Why?"

" Because you clearly want it, but something told you that it wasn't time. And you listened"'

"I didn't think I'd be able to stay out of your thoughts...sorry. I do want to be with you again but, I can't hurt you again."

He pulls you into a hug. A soft whisper leaves his lips.

"Thank you, for protecting me"

He pulls away.

" You can protect me in other ways. And I can protect you. I will protect you."

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #redacted angst #redacted cutie #redacted geordi #redacted fanfic #hurt/comort #redacted audio #therapy #tw: abuse #tw: trauma #healing #Knowing is Safe

[slasher-male-wife]

Stranger things characters comforting their s/o when they cry

So I did this for slashers so I'm gonna go it for stranger things characters too. This past month has been rough for me so I needed some comfort. I hope it helps y'all too.

Includes: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Johnathan Byers and Steve Harrington

Warnings: Strong language and drug mention in Johnathan's part

Eddie Munson

When you go to Eddie crying he's going to open up his arms but freeze mentally. He has no fucking clue how to help you. He'll just hold you silently while you cry into his chest probably shushing you.

He'll ask you whats wrong and why you're crying and go from there. If someone else made you cry, they're getting their ass beat. Eddie like is decent as fights and he will beat them up even if he loses.

If it's something he can't fight physically he's gonna be stumped and is going to get really frustrated. You're his wonderful s/o? Not being able to help you kills him.

He's going to try and lighten the mood with jokes or telling you stories. Might talk about dnd if you're interested in that. Lot's of kisses and back rubs. Honestly his hands won't leave you until you leave him or ask for space.

He's going to do his best to comfort you while you cry and try to be a good boyfriend for you.

Nancy Wheeler

She's comforted her friends while they cried and she can comfort you too. She'll sit you down and have a hand on your shoulder or hold you while you cry. Once you calm down she'll ask you what's wrong and what she can do to help.

If someone made you cry she'll come up with a way to get back at them, probably employing Steve or Eddie to help with it.

If it's something more emotional she's all ears to hear you talk about whatever's bothering you and will spend the rest of the day with you doing self care, watching movies, doing whatever would make you feel better.

She might have Robin come over for like comedic back up or for just general comfort.

Johnathan Byers

He's had to comfort Will and his mother many times in the past so he's going to be a pro at this. Will hold you close and let you cry it out. Will say a few comforting words or just try to soothe you in general. He understands if you need some longer time to start talking. Take as long as you need Y/n.

When you do start talking he's nodding and listening intently. If someone made you cry, he's gonna think about how to get back at them. Might employ some of his grass to help tip off the police.

If it's emotions he understands that. It's hard to process big emotions and he's here to help you do that in whatever way he can. Will want you to try and relax for the rest of the day. Will get some movies and call Argyle for a pizza for you two to share. If you want Will and El can join the two of you.

Lot's of cuddling and affirmations that he's here for you and you don't have to deal with all of these emotions alone. He wants to help and he's here to help you.

Steve Harrington

Oh dear lord this man. I'm so sorry Y/n he's fucking clueless. He's gonna panic when he sees you crying and quickly sit you down and wipe away the tears trying to figure out how to help. While he is a mom he's still new to like dealing with emotions in a healthy way.

He's going to be thankful a little if it's someone who made you cry because he can use his reputation to intimidate them and tell them to back off their s/o.

If it's an emotional thing he's going to take a deep breath hold your hands and say something like "Oh ok... Um how can I help with that" It's the 80's no one talks about mental health.

He'll do the basics in helping you. Like cleaning up your room, running you a bath, getting you to eat something, etc.

He's trying his best but it's gonna be pretty basic.

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