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that-one-writer-on-that-site · 4 months ago

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YANDERE BURNING SPICE X READER HCS

probably ooc (out of character) but I wrote this on a whim without much thought at 3am, sooooo [1.6k words]

Burning Spice Cookie is a man known for his lust for violence and contempt towards pretty much everyone he sets his eyes on

He shows no sympathy towards anyone and could (and does) harm anyone without so much as a single ounce of guilt

So it was definitely a surprise when, seemingly out of nowhere, you appeared at his side

You were complete opposites

You were a kind soul that doesn't want to harm anyone, one that feels immense guilt if you do

So it definitely wasn't a surprise when everyone realized you weren't by his side willingly

No one isn't really sure how it happened, multiple rumors and guesses have been made by everyone, including his own soldiers and generals

But the real story is honestly quite.. strange

You always stood for your view, and even though Burning Spice was definitely more powerful than you, you didn't lose your bite

When his soldiers threw you in down on your knees in front of him, you didn't stay down

No, you stood back up, looked him straight in the eye and stated “I don't kneel to the kinds of you.”

He was baffled, then he burst out laughing

He's known to hate being bored, it's the worst thing that can happen to him, really

But you never ceased to interest him further

He first kept you by his side just to see you snap and try to attack him

But soon it turned into something more

Even when you grew tired and slowly became more quiet, his eyes never faltered

He didn't see you as someone lower than him, someone he can kill and forget mere seconds later

He didn't want to lose this strange feeling

He never realized that his actions were out of love, he is a bit inexperienced in that area

You noticed right away and constantly tried to reject any gifts, affection, praise or anything alike

Speaking of which, all of those happened often.

He'd present you with words that comment on your bravery and spite

He towered over you, grinning like a maniac. “You've got quite the flame, Y/N.” He leaned on the hilt of his axe, staring down at you with a look you can only describe as obsessive interest mixed with something evil. His head cocked to the side and his eyes dimmed. “How have I not noticed you before?”

Finally when he gets slapped with the reality of falling in love, his multiple love languages quadruple in intensity

He was ideally trying to win you over, but it was really only scaring you further

He wouldn't back down though, you not accepting his offers only tells him that he's not trying hard enough

So you have to either get the hint and accept whatever overbearing gift he's pushing into your hands or expect an even grander one the next day

Unfortunately, accepting his gift = accepting his marriage offer, so, whoopsie

Overall he's really affectionate to the point where it's embarrassing,

You're the only one that he sees as an equal, everyone else is a low life that doesn't deserve your attention

This possessiveness does lead to isolation to some degree

But he's not dumb, he knows you're against his entire life so of course if he cannot be by your side he'd have someone trusted with you, someone like Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

She's nice to you and does try to comfort you into just accepting your fate, which doesn't really work in the end

He also just wouldn't be able to get you out of his head, constantly thinking of how you're doing and where you are

It might also lead to paranoia on his side in the most weirdest of times

You sit in the gardens, the shade of the umbrella covering you from the blazing sun above you. Three soldiers sit a bit farther away under a patio, where you commanded them to watch you. You did truly feel bad about them having to always stand foot or so behind you while you're out in the gardens in the hottest days of the summer, not allowed to sit beside you because someone is a bit too possessive.. You don't want them to pass out due to heatstroke, so you just chose a bench that's close enough to somewhere your guards can take some shade as well close enough.

You take a deep breath in and exhale, just enjoying the peace with your eyes closed… Till you all of a sudden feel big hands grasp at your shoulders and jolt you back to reality. “My dear?! Are you alright?!”

After a bit of back and forth, you realized that he was worried that you didn't finish your lunch… Son of a bitch literally interrupted some quiet because you left a few pieces of food on the plate… as if he doesn't already spoil you with goods and sweets beforehand

Burning Spice Cookie dresses you in the most finest of cloths that would not only match your worth but also make it quite clear you're with him

He would roll his eyes and cross his arms at the mere notion of you wearing your own clothes, saying “But how are people supposed to know you're with me?” Or “I don't get how you prefer your old clothes against the silk I've gotten you.”

But maybeeee if you play around with his hair and braid it or smth then maybe just maybe he'll maybe let you like maybe wear your own choice of clothes… maybe… as long as there is something that makes it clear you're not someone anyone can mess with… and he's around you

If you get frustrated and start shouting and punching, honestly, he'd just let you

He'd take every punch (not like it really does much sorrryyy) and welcome every word

He'd let you scream for as long as your lungs can, not interrupting and responding if you want him to

He’d apologize, try to calm you, but won’t touch you or come too close to not anger you or scare you even more

But in the end, he won't change

He'll still be overbearing, obsessive and possessive

He'll still keep you away from your friends and family

He just can't get himself to loosen his hold

Anywho

He does NOT play around with your life

God forbid you say “I'm gonna kill myself” because you're gonna go through hell

And he'll go through the 5 stages of grief (except acceptance, he'd rather himself die than let you be harmed)

He'll take it very seriously

You're going to have to somehow snap him out of his little panic mode as well as physically stop him from hauling you into your shared room to explain to him your joke

He will listen and try to understand this so called joke and in the end will calm down

Just begs you to never say something like that ever please

But still gets more apprehensive with handing you sharp objects or literally anything that could harm you

Also, if his bed is pushed up against a wall he'd be that type of guy to have a huge bed that can fit your entire family tree and their pets’s third removed cousins but would still cuddle up with you pressed against the wall

He feigns innocence and says that it's just a habit he has of sleeping near the wall

But in reality it's calculated in a way where it's harder for you to flee because you'd have to climb over him to get out

And also if someone bursts into the room with the intention of attacking, you won't be the first thing they harm (wowwee what a gentleman)

He is so chill about murder that it makes you triple-take every single time

He once killed someone who tried to help you escape an enemy in front of you thinking that this act of affection would make you believe that he can protect you no matter what

It did make you believe it, but it also made you much more scared of him than usual

He noticed your unusual behavior and got the hint, now opting to just drag whoever it is he's attacking away from you and chopping their head off there

Unless there just isn't anywhere to put you or the opponent, in that case he'd press you against his chest and kill them behind you

You didn't see it, yes, but you sure as hell heard it

He'd try his best to comfort you and show you that he can be gentle, that while he is known as The Great Destroyer, he wouldn't dream of ever harming you

But to be fair he has had his fair share of thoughts about some of that stuff

If you continuously run away, he'd think to himself “Why don't I just break their legs, that'll make it harder for them to run.”

Or, “I should just chain them to their bed, that way there's no escaping anymore.”

Those are just thoughts though, he'd never tell you of them. But don't test his patience.

He’d always want to be around you, no matter what or where you are

He wants to see you smile and laugh, talk or simply just walk

You’d think being around you would slowly diminish his ever growing need

But it does quite the opposite

He only yearns for more, only wants more

His obsession spreads further through his mind, and soon all of his kills and victories are made in your name

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #burning spice crk #burning spice cookie #burning spice cookie x reader

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locksnrocks · 5 days ago

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whether you liked or disliked Sorn's apology, can we all agree

that Sorn would absolutely be an Ex from Hell. In the scenario of him and Jun being legit ex's with a whole history, he would be the most entitled, smug, hanging-around-Jun's workplace, taking-every-chance-to-paw-at-him ex ever. This is quadrupled if Jun was the one to break it off with him.

Sorn already has no boundaries, is hellbent on getting Jun to move back in with him and its only been like a week and they aren't even officially together yet. He grabs Jun's phone out of his hands while Jun is on a call and finishes the conversation himself. He answers Jun's phone when he is not in the room, without permission, and uses the opportunity to try to scare off 'rival suitors'. He has zero hesitation in physically holding Jun to him. Is Jun not talking to him? Corner him while he is taking a shower so that he has no choice. He doesn't hesitate to follow and pin Jun down in what is apparently his hunting ground of choice - public bathrooms.

Come onnnnnnn look at this smug bastard man

In an alternate timeline, this exact scene is playing out except it's Sorn the Ex pushing all of Jun's boundaries with the intent on wearing him down until he agrees to take Sorn back. Which is pretty much what is happening anyway. and honestly Jun matches his freak, like, these two are made for each other

Someone pointed out in the crying reunion scene, Sorn was breaking down and finally admitting he likes Jun (between his pity party woe-is-me hot takes)- but when Jun responded by calling out his convo with Thanu, the tears stopped like that. Our pathetic simp man Sorn was, just that, pathetic and emotionally constipated. But Ex Sorn in all his manipulative glory would definitely turn the waterworks on and off to get his way.

Sorn the Ex would routinely pull the 'show up at Jun's apartment uninvited' card. He would lovebomb and gaslight in equal measures, with breaks for when he loses his temper/patience because this is still Sorn we are talking about and he has the emotional intelligence of a fruit fly. But his go-to move when he is experiencing one (1) emotion seems to be I Must Kiss Jun Right Now, so that just ends with more boundary stomping.

I want to see Boat in more things because he is doing great. give me manipulative Sorn the ex character in the most lakorn-iest lakorn to ever lakorn in all its melodramatic glory. He would have his own menacing theme music every time he comes on screen. The viewers know when he is actively scheming b/c he would put his hair up in the half bun to signify his manipulations are about to play out. "Wow, Jun, what did you ever see in that guy? Glad he's an ex haha" cut to Sorn with his hair down and that would be the only explanation we get on why Jun got with him in the first place.

#I should not be enjoying My Stubborn as much as I am #it has no right being this fun #sorn x jun #my stubborn #my stubborn the series #Sorn the Ex would be a walking HR nightmare #even more than he already is #why'd they break up?#i dunno Sorn did something dumb again probably #they would be that high school PDA couple you'd learn to ignore in the hallways #either fighting or making out

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litgwritersroom · 1 year ago

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PLEASE! PLEASE! Hear me out!

Please write a scenario about how Lewie met MC in one of his games but didn't get a chance to ask her name after his game because he lost her in the crowd or something. Then he finally met her again at the villa. Cause that sweet golden retriever boy fell in love with Mc the moment he saw her in the villa, and he is like all in on her already??? Like how is that possible??!

Thank youuu🤍✨🥺

SHOOT YOUR SHOT

Lewie / OC - 4100+ words - @mrsbsmooth

She was screaming his name, but he lost her in the crowd. He's not letting her disappear again.

Lewie jumped up and down on the spot with the other guys in the tunnel, waiting to run onto the pitch. He was first. He was always first. He was the bloody captain, he had to be first. Project confidence. Project leadership. Cool, calm, collected.

But he was nervous today.

If they won today, they’d go up to League One. He’d triple his salary, minimum, probably quadruple it if Terry kept him on as captain. He’d be able to pay off his parents’ house in three months. His life would change if they won today.

Mac clapped him on the back. “Good?”

“Mostly,” Lewie responded, swallowing hard.

“Ahh, none of that,” Mac grinned. “S’just a game, innit?”

Lewie wished he could laugh at it. He stretched his neck as the doors opened. He took the hand of the player escort kid next to him who looked almost as nervous as he did.

Game time.

Cup finals were always packed, but Lewie had never heard a roar like the one he heard as he stepped onto the pitch that day. It was a wall of sound, almost making him flinch as he dropped the kid’s hand, gave him a high five, and took his position.

Lewie was breathing as steadily as he could, but he couldn’t shake the nerves from his shoulders. It felt like a noose had tied itself around him. What if they lost? What if they didn’t get promoted? How many more years did he have in this league? He was already 24. If he didn’t go up this year, his chances of ever going higher were starting to get slim. He’d never pay off his parents’ house. He’d never provide for his nieces and nephew.

The stands were a sea of red. He tried to focus on the green beneath his feet. But his eye was caught by a flash of white amongst the red.

“Lewie! Lewie! Hey! Over here!”

A big group of girls, head to toe in white, chanting and screaming and clearly drinking. They were right behind the goal. But as soon as they realised they had his attention, they began squealing.

And then, he saw the sign.

A huge piece of cardboard. Two words.

An arrow pointing to its holder.

MRS PRITCHARD

Lewie laughed, almost throwing his head back as he beamed at the girls. They started jumping up and down, screaming with excitement that he’d seen them. He was too far away to see them up close. He just turned his attention back to the pitch, still laughing. The whistle blew. The crowd screamed. The match began. And honestly?

He was feeling a bit better.

The match started the way all matches do. Slowly. Sussing each other out, no-one wiling to give away their game plan too quickly. He focused on the game with every shred of brainpower he had, and he was having a bit of a blinder, if he did say so himself. He barely missed a thing, ending up right where he needed to be as his team edged closer and closer to the box.

Levi passed him the ball, and Lewie beat three defenders to get it to Mac, but as Mac took the shot, the ball bounced off the crossbar. The crowd groaned, and the team in blue took possession. Gary forced them over the sideline, and Lewie sprinted back to position. But play had stopped. One of the opposing players was stalling, pretending Gary had kicked him.

“Lewwwwwie! Lewwwwwie!”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. He was a little closer to where the girls had been. He placed his hands on his hips, to catch his breath, glancing over at them again, and once more, they screamed. Mrs Pritchard held up her sign again.

But this time, he could see the girl holding it.

And he did a fucking double take.

He was still a ways away, but even from this distance, he felt his eyebrows shooting up.

Soft, dark waves, a bit of a tan but a lot of a smile, the enormous, excited grin drawing a smile from him, too. White trousers so tight they looked like leggings, and their team’s white away jersey tied into a crop at the front. She must have been freezing, but she looked like she was keeping herself plenty warm by jumping up and down as she beamed at him.

Damn.

“I love you, Lewie!” she screamed, sending a chuckle through the dozens of fans around her. He took a deep breath, and laughed it off, shooting her an amused smile.

Play resumed. Unfortunately, most of it was down the other end of the field. But now, he had even more reason to get the ball up to his team’s end.

Every time he even came close to the group of girls, they erupted into a wall of noise, and not just for him. They were almost louder than the rest of the crowd combined, and when Lewie bent the ball right into Mac’s boot, they screamed so loud he was sure their voices would give out. But Mac missed again.

Fuck. Nil-all at half time.

The team made their way into the locker rooms. Lewie laughed off all the comments from his teammates about what the hell was going on. He honestly had no idea who these girls were or why they’d suddenly decided to show up to scream for the team, but he wasn’t complaining, and neither was anyone else.

“D’you see the sign?” Gary laughed.

“Yeah,” Lewie shook his head, sighing.

“Did you see the stunner holding it?” Levi flicked an eyebrow.

The locked room fell silent. Lewie sighed even harder. “Yes, I did.”

Wa-heyyys echoed off the walls, and Lewie, one more time, shook his head. He glanced over at Mac, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was taking deep breaths, focusing.

“Hey,” Lewie said, sitting next to him. “You good?”

Mac grunted with annoyance, relacing his boots for the second time.

Lewie sighed. “It’s only half time.”

“And I’ve already missed twice.”

“Yeah, and you can miss five more times, as long as we hold them to zero as well. This game doesn’t rest on your shoulders, mate. If it did, Terry would’ve taken you out already.”

Mac furrowed his brow.

“I mean you have missed twice already,” Lewie teased. “It’s a big goal. Just kick it in?”

Mac huffed a laugh, elbowing him hard in the arm. “Fuck off.”

Lewie lowered his voice, smiling reassuringly at his best mate. “Get out of your head. It’s just a game, remember?”

Mac nodded, taking a deep breath and giving him a brief smile of thanks. “So you really don’t know those girls?” Mac asked, shifting the focus off himself.

“No,” Lewie said, shaking his head. “Never seen a single one of them before.”

Mac’s mouth curled into a smirk. “Bet you might be seeing one of ‘em after, though?”

Lewie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hide his smile. “I mean, she’s really shooting her shot.”

“With a fuckin’ Gatlin Gun. She’s comin’ on strong.”

Lewie laughed loudly. “Since when is that a bad thing?”

It wasn’t a question that needed an answer. The hint of a smirk on Mac’s face was now in full swing. Lewie didn’t mind a girl who went after what she wanted. He didn’t mind that at all.

“So you’re gonna go for it?”

Lewie shrugged. “I mean, she likes footie, she’s pretty, and she’s got a big sign saying ‘I’m interested’. It can’t hurt to get her number?”

The second half started, and Lewie frowned as he looked towards what was now the opposing team’s goal. The girls would be all the way up the other–

“Lewie! Over here babe!”

They’d moved.

He didn’t know how they’d managed, but they’d moved. The entire group of them were now at the other end of the pitch, behind the swapped goal ends. He smiled, shooting the pretty brunette a small wave, and she pretended to swoon and faint into her friend’s arms.

He belly laughed at that one.

The match resumed, and if he’d thought they were playing well before, the second half had the team electrified. Lewie and Mac passed the ball back and forth without even looking, falling into muscle-memory and pure instincts as they did what they’d done since they were seven. Back, forward, time it right, bit of feigning, more than a bit of fancy footwork, and with every possession, they edged closer down to their end.

Sixtieth minute, then seventieth, then eightieth. Nil-all. Lewie passed the ball to Kobi, who headed it to Mac– Intercepted. A bad pass, but not the end of the world. The ball went out, leaving the Reds with a corner. The others set up. Lewie moved backwards.

But first, another time-wasting injury meant to kill their momentum.

It was a tactic from the opposing team. It was meant to lower their adrenaline levels and catch them slow. The waterboy ran onto the field, tossing him a bottle. Lewie took a big gulp of gatorade, swishing it around his mouth. He needed to keep his adrenaline levels up. He–

“Hey Lewie!” a familiar voice called.

He looked up. His brunette beauty’s arms were in front of her.

Her shirt wasn’t.

She was lifting it. She’d tucked her fingers under her bra, and flipped the whole thing up.

She was flashing him. And she was not being shy about it.

He spat gatorade all over the pitch.

Her rather fucking magnificent breasts were fully on display, and the crowd erupted with cheers, but no sooner had she done it, her friends were squealing with laughter and tugging her shirt down to cover her, but they weren’t quick enough. His eyes fell across her body, to the stunningly intricate tattoo painted across her ribcage.

A red Welsh dragon.

Lewie could hardly breathe, coughing and spluttering gatorade as he tried very hard to remain cool, calm, and collected. But it was a bit hard to look any of the three when he could already feel himself furiously blushing.

The other guys on the pitch were laughing their arses off at him, and he couldn’t help but join in. He’d never had attention like this before. He’d never been so ferociously and aggressively hit on, especially not while he was on the bloody pitch.

He did not mind one fucking bit.

She pulled her shirt down, and as she adjusted herself, her eyes didn’t leave his. She raised her eyebrows. And even though they were still a dozen metres apart, he could almost hear it in his ear.

Your move.

He held her gaze for a second, smiling in disbelief and shaking his head with a laugh. That was definitely the adrenaline rush he needed. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, still blushing furiously, and she beamed at how flustered he was.

But before he could do anything, his attention was drawn by the referee’s whistle calling the game back into action. Lewie shot her a wink as he reluctantly jogged back to position. He was definitely getting her number after the game.

But he never got a chance.

Things suddenly picked up pace, and he didn’t have an opportunity to look back in her direction. He could hear screaming and yelling, but he was down the other end of the pitch, defending his heart out as the other team got close to scoring twice in seven minutes. But they held them off.

It was the eighty-fourth minute.

The lads bent over, their hands on their knees, puffing and panting as if they’d just run a marathon.

It was a sign. It was time.

They got possession, and Lewie called the code they’d practiced for months. They’d pretend to be exhausted. To be slow, and late, and unfit. Let the other team think that this was everything they had to give. Lull them into a false sense of security.

With seemingly no warning, a red jersey and a sharp undercut went sprinting at breakneck speed down the pitch. The defenders fell for it and gave chase, sprinting after Levi as he took the ball as fast as he could down the field.

They barely paid attention to Lewie moving out wide to the left flank.

Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Levi. Levi to Kobi. Kobi to Mac. Mac to Levi. Levi to Mac to Kobi to Mac. The defenders were focused. Completely focused. Lewie came sprinting up the left of the box, holding level to stay onside–

Mac to Lewie.

The ball was in the goal before the defenders even looked in his direction.

The crowd exploded, no one more than Mac, who took a running leap into the air to tackle Lewie to the ground. The guys screamed and yelled in his ear, celebrating along with the shaking grandstands. 12,000 people chanting his name. It was like something out of a daydream. Something he’d pretended and practiced as he ran drills in his backyard.

‘Pritchard! Pritchard may have just taken them to promotion!’

He should’ve looked for Mum. Or Dad. Nana or Izzie or Josie or Teagan. His mates were here. His bloody under-10’s coach was probably here. But his gaze drifted back over to the area right behind the goal where the group of girls in white had been. Call it curiosity about what she’d do. If she’d flashed him over a decent pass–

She was gone.

He furrowed his brow as he looked at the part of the stands that had previously held the pretty brunette and all her friends, but they were gone. Completely vanished, all of them, the only evidence they’d ever been there was a white feather boa flung over the back of one of the chairs. Lewie shook it off. Maybe they’d gone to get drinks?

But there were only ten minutes left in the match.

Mac scored again, and Lewie looked around to see if he could see any of the girls in white, but all he saw was that same sea of red.

The final whistle blew: 2-0.

They were going up. Their team had been promoted.

The grandstands erupted even louder than they had for the goals. The air itself was shaking with noise. Lewie was so caught up in hugging his teammates that he barely realised fans had started streaming onto the pitch.

He was passed around between lifelong supporters he’d already come to know, and many he hadn’t. His shirt was grabbed, his back patted, his hair ruffled and his arms locked to his sides as he was picked up ad squeezed with surprising force. A beer was pushed into his hand, and he threw it back without a slight hesitation. He was so wrapped up in their victory that he almost forgot to keep an eye out for a group of girls in white.

Almost.

He wasn’t the tallest on the pitch, but he was taller than most, but he still couldn’t see them.

He answered questions for the local paper, he posed for photos, he accepted the cup on behalf of the team and made the heartfelt, grateful speech he never thought he’d get to give, but he didn’t stop looking.

She wasn’t there. Neither were her friends.

It made no sense.

He couldn’t wrap his head around why she’d do all that and just leave.

But, as the confetti settled, the music started to wane, and the celebrations spilled into the locker room, Lewie realised.

She had.

She’d just left.

It took him a while to get over it. Like, way longer than it should’ve.

The guys made fun of him for it, obviously. “Way to Lewie’s heart is to ask him to marry you, then flash him your tits’. They were wrong– of course they were, that would’ve been insane.

There had just been something about her.

It wasn’t that he wanted to date a girl who regularly flash an entire stadium, but there was something about the confidence something like that would need. A risk taker. A joker. Up for a laugh and down for a dare. Someone who made a point of having fun with her friends. Someone who liked footie. Someone who wasn’t afraid to scream his name, to show up to his games and let everyone know she was there for him.

He’d never realised how attractive that was to him.

In fact, he kind of couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He tried asking the ticketing office about them, but one of the girls had shown up in person three weeks before and paid for the seats in cash. There was no name attached. None of the guys recognised them either, so they must’ve been from out of town. How they ended up in Northern Wales for a football match at a bachelorette party was both beyond him, and devastating that he might never get to even find out her name.

He’d been lying in bed one night when he suddenly figured it out.

The next morning, he’d dropped by the security office before training. It’d been weeks, but he was sure they’d remember her. He was sure that was why. It had to be why.

The Security team had, in fact, kicked Mrs. Pritchard and her entire friend group out of the stadium, but they’d just handed the girls over to the police. They hadn’t taken names. Lewie had nodded, and wrote down the number of the officer that took them in.

But he’d never gotten the chance.

Mac had walked past and seen him waiting in the freezing cold for the Security team to arrive, and he immediately staged an intervention. And that intervention involved the entire team making it their business to set him up on dates.

Normally, he didn’t mind dating. Even if he didn’t have a connection with the girl, he’d enjoy taking them out for dinner, getting to know them, asking them about themselves– it was nice.

But now, there was a question mark over it.

Would this be the type of girl who’d come to his games and scream his name? The kind of girl who’d shoot her shot in front of all her friends and 12,000 strangers? Did the girl across the table from him have that kind of confidence?

And for every girl his mates set him up with, the answer was no.

It was a year later his mates told him what they’d done.

He didn’t think about her as often any more. He’d been on a few nice dates since.

But he still thought about her.

He’d kept his searching low-key. He didn’t have much of a social media presence, and for once, he almost regretted not having one. One Instagram DM from one of her friends girls could’ve solved the mystery for him. But even after he set up a profile, that DM never came. He wasn’t one for dating apps, but he’d kicked himself a few months later when he’d realised he might’ve been able to swipe right on her if he’d set one up that day.

But he didn’t think about her as much any more.

The day his phone rang, he’d thought it was a prank. ITV calling him to bring him in for an interview for Love Island. He hadn’t even applied– which surprised them, because they apparently had a long and very detailed application form, with many, many pictures of him shirtless in the locker rooms at training. Fucking Mac.

Terry thought it’d be a good idea. Good promo for his personal brand. Good publicity for the club. Levi threw a fit. He’d wanted to go on Love Island for years, and Terry had always said no.

“Yeah, but Lewie’s not gonna put our entire Public Relations team on stress leave,” Terry had said. The guys had all laughed.

Mac grinned with his hands behind his head. “Nah, he’s just gonna get on TV so that he can subtly communicate his beloved flasher he’s willing to put a ring on it.”

Lewie huffed.

The guys laughed a lot harder at that.

So, two months after that, he stood just inside the Majorca villa with three other guys, waiting to go and pick a girl out of a lineup as if they were picking footy teams at lunch in primary. He was glad to be the one picking. Because this time, he wasn’t the only 8-year-old who could do a scorpion kick. If there was a scorpion-kick equivalent in dating, he didn’t know what it was, and he definitely didn’t know how to do it.

He just knew footie.

It wasn’t in his nature to go after a girl unless he knew for sure she was interested. He knew footie, but he didn’t know dating. Maybe that was why he’d been so drawn to Mrs Pritchard. He’d never even met her and he’d known where he stood.

His phone chimed, and his eyes widened. He was going first.

He took a step forward, placing his hand on the door handle, trying to breathe. The likelihood of one of them holding up a sign for him saying ‘I’m interested’ seemed a lot less likely here than–

Than…

The villa door opened, and suddenly, he was in the league final all over again. He knew that in the memory, there was 12,000 people screaming his name. Screaming for his team.

But all he could see was her. Caramel waves. Tan skin. A smile wide enough to take down a grandstand.

A red Welsh dragon painted across her ribcage.

He stopped at the top of the stairs, his mouth falling open in sync with hers. But instead of screaming and jumping up and down, she furiously blushed and dropped her eyes. Lewie made his way over to stand beside the host, smiling politely at the other girls, but there was no need to make small talk.

“So, ladies, this is Lewie. 24, Football captain from Wales. Lewie, let me introd–”

“No need,” he smiled. “I already know who I’m picking.”

There was an interested smattering of whispers, but he walked forward.

The stunning brunette was blushing something awful, and she didn’t look up at him until he was standing right in front of her.

“Hi,” he said.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, and smiled sheepishly.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me.”

“Bit hard to forget someone I’ve barely stopped thinking about, Mrs. Pritchard.”

Her breath caught, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. That pink dusted across her cheeks was unlike anything he’d ever seen before. The most beautiful orchid-pink, painting her like watercolours across her cheeks and the tip of her nose, and it was him that put it there. He suddenly kind of understood how she’d had the confidence to shoot her shot like she had.

Lewie reached for her hand and she gave it to him. He linked their fingers together.

“Can I pick you?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” she grinned.

“Well, then, you’re gonna have to tell me your name.”

She smiled. “Bree. My name is Bree.”

“I’m Lewie.”

“I know.”

Lewie turned back to the host, smiling widely. “I’m picking Bree.”

Bree smiled so widely that he wondered if she might break. The urge to just pick her up and kiss her was one he had to push down. It would’ve been way too forward, and he probably would’ve come on way too strong. Going all in for a girl fifteen minutes into filming beginning was the stupidest strategic move he could possibly make.

The other girls cooed as he stood beside her, waiting for the next guy to come out, and one by one, they paired off with the other girls, until finally, the host said goodbye.

Bree immediately turned to him.

“I saw you, by the way,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow.

“Your goal. I saw you score it. And I saw you look for me. I was being dragged out by security at the time, but I always wished I could've told you that I saw it.”

He studied her face for a moment, watching the sparkle in her eyes; the light catch in her hair, the way it had that chilly May afternoon. The urge to kiss her was back. The urge to pull her into his arms and wrap her up in them and not let her out of his fucking sight ever again. He wished he was bold enough. He wished he had the confidence she’d had. He just… He…

Fuck it.

Lewie captured her chin in his hand, and in one swift movement, he’d pressed his lips to hers. There were excited laughs, and knew the eyes of the entire villa were on him, but he didn’t care.

Because Bree was kissing him back.

She threw her hand around the back of his neck, splaying her fingers on the back of his head, deepening the kiss as she pulled herself into his chest. Leaning over the top of her, she fit him perfectly, like he’d kind of always known she would.

He’d found her. He’d finally found her.

He wasn’t letting her go again.

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britswriting · 2 years ago

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The Announcement | Quadruple The Love H.S

Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets! This series will contain blurbs, social media posts, interviews and everything family + fame!

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ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼 First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!) For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!) Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat. Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!! @harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3

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"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.

"The line has to show at some point!"

Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.

"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.

"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"

I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.

"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.

"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.

"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.

"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.

"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.

"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.

"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.

"You're not a horrible person, y/n"

"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"

"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.

It was true.

As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?

IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.

So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.

It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.

I'm the problem.

Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.

There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.

I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.

Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.

"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"

I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.

"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"

"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.

"What?"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.

"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.

The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.

All it held was dreams and disappointment.

"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.

"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.

"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"

Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.

I hated waiting.

"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.

"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.

"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"

"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.

"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"

I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.

"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.

I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.

"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.

I can't believe we're pregnant.

"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.

"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"

"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.

"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.

"Baby..."

"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"

"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"

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Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!

Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!

If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!

I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...

I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.

Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)

pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!

-Brit <3

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JJK Headcanons: Suit & Tie Edition

Word count: A lot I wrote this on Mobile. (Would love if somebody comments the word count for me lol)

Summary: JJK as Professionals/Corporate Boys + as BFs ((randomly began to rate them on a scale of 10, this post is really for my amusement—I hope you enjoy!!)) (I’ll update this over time to include all male JJK characters and more details, just really a random thought post), #activepost. (Will also likely end up lengthy so)

Hiromi: Lawyer

Of Course Hiromi would continue his work as a public defense attorney. He’s considerate but neurotic. Fair but cautious. And has a strong sense of principles that make his job perfect for him but also perfect for his various neurosis to fester and continue depressing this overwhelmed man.

As a Partner: At the point Hiromi (probably a mid life crisis) really realizes he’d like a relationship he’d be the guy that has everything planned out in his head but fails miserably somehow. He’s so analytical and emotional (his consideration of others not really the expression of emotion) and would end up a worry wart of sorts about being up to par with whatever imaginary standards he’s projected onto you. Less so than reassurance, you’d just be incline to remind him he doesn’t need to go above and beyond or have super grand gestures to be impressive. Likewise he’d want to communicate (maybe too much) once a conflict or issue occurred and I can see him likely being a bit overbearing with “You okay? Are you realllyyy okay??? You sureeee???” Along with literal hour long sit downs after arguments or disagreements. You end up feeling he can get parental but find him a good balance or synergy to your possibly avoidant or passive (I just end up shutting up completely lmao) conflict style. He’d work way too much in the beginning and maybe even have a moment of conflict with you about it but will level out with time as you will be his literal priority and focus. Diligent and upstanding he’s (in my taste) a 7-8/10. (I’d get immediately tired of his work schedule cause I’m “clingy”)

Nanami: Doctor

While Nanami is canonically coded as an overworked salary man I think in another universe he’s the perfect doctor. Similar to Hiromi but a bit more stoic and willing to work pass his limits. He’s the type to really be working triple, quadruple shifts off nothing but caffeine and the smiles of his patients. I think he’d be a pediatrician, dentist, or the perfect primary care physician. I see him being a talented medical student that actually does it for the love of the work. He’s the doctor everyone has the hugest crush on but are too intimidated to speak to—and who is also assumed to obviously be claimed cause who wouldn’t.

As a Partner: Kento would absolutely have the worst schedule. He’s genuinely, (probably neurotically), earnest and diligent. His patients’ care is his only concern and you would end up finding his work reputation as an anti social coworker pretty incongruent to the yeah quiet, sometimes intimidating but overwhelmingly kind and considerate man. Of course you become his “special” patient (whether you meet him as his patient or outside of work) and you begin to cutely annoy him by always being sick and needing to be seen only by him. He’ll honestly at first find it lightly irritating as a distraction but will realize how his shoulders ease and his breath steadies when he calms at your presence. As a man of a few words, and literally hands on as a health practitioner, he will communicate his love with actions and gifts. You’re surprised at work or date out with your friends with flowers and a note. Or he tells you he doesn’t want you inside all day and left his card on the nightstand. “Buy something for me ;).” How he only is ever cute or flirty in texts, and a shy even bubbling big guy who flushes red when you kiss him on the cheek. He’s the guy the upper admin want to promote but then will be even more unavailable so he doesn’t tell you about it. And at a work dinner when his coworker comments on it, lowers his head in shame for keeping it from you. In an argument, whether he feels right or wrong, he just wants you to calm down. Hate to psychoanalyze but Nanami gives the vibe he overprotects because he wasn’t protected and/or saw those he cared about hurt terribly and that those he treasures he’s pained to see disturbed in any way. So no he doesn’t want to see you mad and rightfully so he doesn’t know how to communicate he wants MORE time with you not less…and how he actually found a better job with better pay in another state so… “Y/N? Absolutely I was wrong to hold it from you…but now that I told you my other plans…would you…” (lmao I’m trolling I’m so sorry). Overall if he drops everything for me he’s a 10/10 cause he’s also my first JJK Husbando anyway blep) Strong, big, and SILENT!

Suguru: Political Consultant

Pre & Post Kenjaku Geto would be someone ending up in politics. Everyone wants to save him and give him his little tattoo shop but this man (of course once any incredibly negative event would happen cause he’s very emo coded) would be at think tanks and conferences and Capital Hill. While not sinister he’s a good bit mischievous (and messy). He’d love it for the sheer drama and mess and blackmail. He’d love how easy it would be to orchestrate against his enemies for whatever his “grand ideas” are…in reality he’s the worst (best) type of personality because he would never be “neutral,” he’d simply let it be known his “side” is whichever and whoever advances his desires. And his allegiances WILL change. He’d be the political actor in all those official photos no one really knows and that’s the point. (damn he’s just inspired a Scandal TV Show AU)

As a Partner: Boy…you better be the most apolitical person ever, devious as all hell, or truly ready to be his simp in all regards. This man will be everywhere but home. He WILL miss dates, I’m so sorry! (Even if he was jobless he’d somehow be late or miss a date and nobody can convince me otherwise.) You’d go to truly bewildering events in terms of scope and breadth of wealth, access, and political influence. As an Aquarius (real life shade too I’m sorry again) he’d be so two faced! You’d hear him drag for someone BAD and then upon meeting them realize THEY think he’s their BEST FRIEND. I’m sorry Geto is messy coded to me and you’d have to be down for being a hater at Dawn. (We’d work as friends not lovers cause I wake up and hate.) He’d spoil you monetarily from the beginning so it’s up to you if you accept them even if their very obligatory feeling. Otherwise, I see him being impressed by your ability to challenge him, call him out, or deny him. He TELLS you you’re going to be his date to an event but maybe he was way too flirty with one of his peers and thought you didn’t notice? He’s left outside in his bespoke suit with happy flowers and a sour face. 😂 BUT, he’ll weirdly respect (even possibly turned on.) Depending on how you play it he’ll be the guy who just won’t leave you alone and loves to bother you into a reaction for his amusement—or (if you decide to simp) a guy who’ll definitely see how far you’ll let him go. He’ll flirt with everyone and openly lightly disrespect you cause honestly he’s likely encountered enough simps before. Yet, the fact it’s out of pure emotion and want for him rather than money or prestige will make him feel guilty and he’ll SLOWLY but EVENTUALLY be a good partner holistically. Even to the degree he’ll break “character” upon any disrespect or unsavory comment made towards you. Politically—(I know for me I’d kill him probably) since he’d be a “only here for my own best and vested interests,” maybe you’d think hard on his principles. Maybe you’d confront him about how his “neutrality” is selfish and he should be able to stand on something and stick to it! Then maybe he’ll just simply bring out a laptop you’ve never seen before, type in a few things facing away from you, and show you terrabytes of collected info on everyone across the spectrum…maybe he’d then sit there bored as you scream “REALLY? NO WAY?? NOT HER??? Okay well I felt like he’d do something like tha….OH EWWWWW.” And scoffs to himself thinking “and that’s only what I know won’t make you throw up…” All in all I see TRUST and sincerity being the biggest dealbreaker given (and it’s fair) to feel like he’s fake with you or unsure of his feelings. But…the way he gets in bed and private lets you accept his real feelings for you. He’s a 6/10 because the flirting would KILL ME. And he’s technically my second and half JJK Husbando. Grown him would still be menace regardless of Kenjaku.

Satoru: Sports Manager/Finance

Now Satoru would either be the nepo baby that abandons it all or the nepo baby that reluctantly accepts his role at his family conglomerate. If he gets his way: I see Satoru as a sports manager. He’s a people person, athletic, and would care about the young athletes in the industry. If we convert the students of Jujutsu to athletes I definitely see him being one of the managers representing the most Olympians and medaled performers. He’s hot in his shades and open shirt suits with his iPhone against his ear and his blackberry in his hand texting off a contract or something…(Sports Manager AU coming up :/)

Now if he accepts his role at his family conglomerate he’s the CEO of an old money finance firm. He hates his life and his job and hates his responsibilities. It would be closer to his feelings of burden in the story cause he’s well off and well respected but it’s because he was born to be, so it’ll be a job of obligation. Yet, he’d definitely be a philanthropist and own a charity. He’d hate (but understand) the criticism so he’d just shrug and do the most he can. He’s the type to stay single (or marry a few times) but adopt and of course Megumi, Yuuji, and Nobara are his kids. He does conferences and speaks at events and otherwise is one of those “good” billionaires. (I’d give him a hard time about where his money comes from while telling him what color Birkin I want…cause duality…)

As a Partner: Sports Manager Satoru will not be as free and it’s likely upon cementing a committed relationship you’ll travel with him across the world. I don’t see Satoru being the kind of guy who can do LONG distance or long period of time without physically being near his partner. You’d be the wife without a ring (only for a short time, he’s definitely a “if you’re down I’m down and I love you so let’s get this show on the road” type man. He’s the kind to wait to find the right one but you’ll be a bit annoyed at how many possible “right ones” are floating around in the world. He’ll chuckle sheepishly cause every event lurks an ex somewhere. Whether for a week or a couple years—and you fight seething next to him as you take a long gulp of the alcohol in your glass. How it gets to you beyond jealousy that maybe he’s a lover boy and not retired yet? How you want to never be a numbered ex in an irritatingly lengthy list… “Did you really have to give ALL of them the partner title?” You say as you cross your arms and huff in a pout. Satoru’s the kind to always wanna laugh or kiss conflict away, usually it worked but not now. “Babe…,” he moves closer to you to which you move farther from him. “Babe…? Please?” When he has to get serious and you’re being avoidant or passive then he’s the manager everyone fears for his easy ferocity. Now your held down with no choice but to face his peering blue eyes. “Hey…I know my…past upsets you. I mean…shit it kinda upsets me too.” The scowl on your face makes him shake out of his intensity to clean up the sentence: “No I mean, I wish I knew how to love better…I wasted a lot of time and energy…and other people’s time and energy…so for what’s it worth I’m trying and we are in it for the long haul, kid.” No matter your age, he’ll clock your immaturity cutely. Big spender, pretty obvious. Lover boy, who you’ll have to keep an eye on solely for the women who will try you. You end up being at every game and rumored an athletes partner until Toru gets proper mad (extremely jealous he’s not getting the shipping attention and it’s his partner!) and will pop the question at a championship game or whatever. I see a regular fun but albeit stressful travel induced relationship. But one with a thousand memories and fun. Although (please don’t cut me) Gojo isn’t my type at all I don’t know why—he’s def still a 9/10. I can accept dealing with exes and others if you’re ACTUALLY devoted to ME.

Finance Bro Toru: This will not be an openly happy and likely extravagant or extraverted Satoru. This one would be cold and reclusive. It’s likely you only end up on a date with him because he weirdly keeps seeing you on the metro or at his coffee shop or at his favorite lounge. It’ll be nothing to him but he’ll slowly (likely having nothing better to do and being distant from others) people watch doing his best to not accept he only ever watches you. It becomes his break from pressing matters that don’t matter at all to him. How simple but frenzied you are and how you overapologize for knocking over something. How you debated out loud if it was worth asking the Barista to correct your order, then giving up upon mumbling “Oh everyone is so stressed nowadays it’s fine. I’ll just drink it.” How you bristle thinking the man behind you just laughed at you…but how silly that must be to assume on a random man. How he’ll play with his watch and phone outside the shop waiting on you. How he grows impatient and stomps his foot too used to ordering people around and having folks at his beck and call. He’ll cough loudly as you pass by and since you pay him no mind weirdly jogs to catch up to you. “Uh, hey! Hi…Hello,” this dude is weird what does he want. “I—I,” eh he’s cute but…has a stuttering problem? “Yeah guy? What’s up? My train leaves in ten minutes and I got a thirty minute walk before I even get there.” How he doesn’t know how to keep up and finds you abrasive. “I just wanted to ask if you’d like to eat somewhere with me? NOT right now…of course…aha.” You look over the admittedly stunning obvious investor type with consideration. “I thought you had somewhere to be?” He teases. “Oh I do! But…the event I had to get to in ten minutes started an hour ago…lol. I think they’ve accepted my absence by now.” And the both of you would stand awkwardly for like 3-5 good minutes. “So,” you both speak. “Ah you can go sorry about that,” Toru throws. “Well…where you wanna go eat?” And Boom Satoru’s forgotten the seven meetings for today. At first thinking if anything this beautiful stranger can give me a good day. Then when he realizes he’s a late 20 something with no real social life or sense of fun so now you’re damn near seeing him whenever he can. And he’ll love to sneak off to your shabby apartment where his people won’t think to look. “Toru don’t you have a literal meeting with Wells Fargo?” He’ll sour any time you mention work. “Do I have to go to serve a real purpose or just fill in a seat and say yes to whatever they propose?” Well he ate that tbh. So you let him continue eating his Deli sandwich and watching the Bear. Once he loves you he will not even entertain the debate of leaving you because of his role. If anything he’ll propose (albeit inappropriately) at an elite event for the sole sake of making everyone mad. You want to be sure he’s with you for you and not to prove a point or be a “bad boy” and all he does is call up his best friend Suguru in DC and Shoko in Seattle to tell you about how truly terrible your man was as a youth. If anything you bring him back to the source of his actual personality. So you realize this old geezer is actually a retired trouble maker and is absolutely in love with you and getting you both in “trouble.” Easily one of the biggest spenders but deeply intimate so it’ll go either way. He could just be the guy that buys you exactly what you want when you want or the guy that yeah buys you a Rolex without blinking but makes you open ten boxes from huge to miniature all as a gag as he can’t stop laughing at your disappointment. Upon getting to the Rolex he waits for the scream and jumping into his arms. He’ll be a little shitty pervert once you’re in his arms though. 7/10 only cause I romanticized it ALOT but I hate the Uber wealthy and that lifestyle. Plus he’d be much harder to warm up and likely be someone YOU really want to be with tbh😭 AND he’d likely be a victim of a VERY small worldview so unless you code it like dumb rich man meets the real world he’d be insufferable.

Yuuji: Construction Firm CEO/Estate Broker

Yuuji would do construction. Don’t know why he just seems the type…(actually I watch Selling Sunset). He’s less a real estate agent and more an owner of a large estate development firm. If Yuuji ever would decide a life where every day is suits and ties…he’s gonna forgo the tie and remain open shirt to almost an inappropriate degree…he’ll always get requests for “personal” tours but ruins it getting lost in over explaining permitting and how difficult it was to get city approval for zoning. He has the perfect personality for it as it’s an active, hands-on job that’s still people based but also creative. Yuuji is someone who would need a holistically fulfilling job and I think the energy of real estate development is very him.

As a Partner: Full Blown Unintentional Love Bomber. I hate to say it but Yuuji is absolutely someone to fall and fall WAY too hard. I don’t see him being aggressive or forceful but he will appear wherever you are. He’s a well connected, well respected, wealthy man it’s not weird for him to end up at the parties you end at up either. It’s stranger for you to be there but whether you are in his field or of a professional career, a client or someone who just meets him, Yuuji will be the kind to sweep you off your feet. While it’s likely you won’t always physically be around him or able to—he’s the kind to have you on the phone throughout his work day, all day. “Yeah I mean again it was right for you to tell your boss you can’t do someone elses—DIDNT I SAY A DIFFERENT STYLE OF BACKWASH! Portion of the work? If they know there’s gonna be a big client coming then they should’ve—TODO CALL ABOUT THE PERMITS BEFORE I LOSE MY FUCKING MIND!!! Made sure everyone did their portfolio and presentations…do you need me to call up there? You know I know…”(insert CEO you don’t even know of your company’s Name Here lmao). It would all depend on you if how hard he loves is perfect or off putting. He’d love very publicly but would respect your request for reduced or no PDA. He’d just be so happy he has someone tbh. And someone who wants what he wants in a long term, committed way. He’s a lover boy but only in the sense he wants to truly give his heart to someone and take care of someone else’s. Big spender, big protector, big my girl said I can’t come so *shrugs*, very much a “stop telling me how much something is…numbers annoy me, here” and now you got his black card realness. In conflict he will force you into his arms and make sure you scream, cry, and whatever else ;) it all out. You get annoyed he refuses to argue with you and will literally fall silent. How he tells you everyone gets frustrated but he just can’t get frustrated with you as he leaves you for work with a kiss on the forehead. How you get a heat building in your stomach and suddenly want to shop for kid’s clothes. Upon marriage and/or creating a family Yuuji calls Megumi up to design a couple houses. “A couple houses??? We only need one Yu…” You can’t contain your laughter. “One? That is absolutely not enough. We are going to have two family homes—you decide where. You’re gonna have your own condo when you want time to yourself and—babe you know me…thinking of houses for the babies…” meanwhile nobody is pregnant. But you hold your stomach instinctively for some reason. How fatherly and intense made your initial reaction become: “Sure! I mean…how many houses we thinking…?” You chuckle nervously, to which Yuuji just tells Megumi they’ll speak later and rises from his seat towards you. “I don’t know, but for sure one has to look like me and one has to look like you…so what we gonna do about that? Guess we’ll have to keep em coming till that happens, no?” 10/10 I’m so “one and done” like? I do NOT feel like dating 😂

Megumi: Architect/Engineer

I debated whether he would be an Architect or Engineer but if we ever learn their favorite subjects we’ll know if he’s STEM-brained or more humanities based. Either way he’ll do something that’s still creative but methodical. Like Yuuji he’d need full stimulation from his job and I think of course he’d be Yuuji’s business partner who designs the buildings. Likewise a job with purpose and long lasting impact. He’s definitely about sustainability and would incorporate nature similar to Japanese architects like Sou Fujimoto (utilizes unconventional shapes and literal nature) and Kengo Kuma (utilizes shape and literal environment by means of aesthetic cohesion to the surroundings xyz I had to look it up and simplify it 😭💕).

Otherwise he’s some kind of engineer (I’m more humanities so forgive how bad I summarize). Rather than unfamiliar, I’m moreso unsure of which kind of engineering would suit him “the most” but I find of course he’d likely be an industrial, civil, or architectural engineer. He’d want to be useful and in every sense not waste his time or his energy. Maybe a concentration in environmental engineering specifically just cause I see him having a mindset of sustainability and community.

As a Partner: Openly neurotic and pathological about his work so be ready for that kind of man. Will absolutely get mad if you interrupt him working but knowing it’s a him thing will feel guilty about ghosting you for a week…so will continue to ghost you. You’ll have be angry, sad, or simping enough to endure Megumi. He’s definitely introverted and because of the insular nature of his work will be a human black cat. He’ll want his pets when he wants them, cuddles when he wants them, distance when he wants it, etc. You’ll have be used to or okay with someone who may not talk the entire day. Even if he’s not working, I see Megumi just being someone who can and will revel in peace and silence. If you relate that’s perfect and you’ll be two cats in a burrito blanket. If not, he’ll REALLY have to like you to like your possibly disruptive or hyper active nature. And may not be able to appreciate you until you meet Yuuji and Nobara and others. He’ll realize “Yeah, it’s me” realizing just like with everyone else he grew to care about he has to be open and fair and patient. All of a sudden he chuckles more at your dumb jokes or clumsy nature. As a professional, whether it be conferences or grants or fellowships Megumi will end up sought after and very busy. Likely the weight of academics and infrastructure will be visible in his pronounced dark eyes so it’ll take time for him to break out of accepting being overburdened and overworked but your trips to the beach, your propensity to miss deadlines and laugh it off, the way you went to class or work hung over and had an amazing day…he takes it all in and so maybe he won’t accept or feel pressured to do this or that or work overtime on this or help someone with that…he’ll learn how to “overwork” his own way and once he’s consulting with cities on infrastructural improvements and visiting more schools seeing little kids projects on space and noodle bridges he’ll remember how fun what he does is and will kiss you the most passionate he ever has when he gets home. How his hand rests on your stomach and rubs it lightly. “Meg (his albeit reluctantly accepted nickname) your so flirty tonight?! What’s up with you?” He’ll say nothing as he leans into the crook of your neck and breaths. He doesn’t think he’s a charmer but that’s what makes him all the more dreamy to you. How you never could question his sincerity since he’s the living embodiment of it, so how when he wants you—really wants you…it’s easy to lean into him and let him drift your bodies to your bedroom. Empty introverted all up on you cat boy Megumi: 10/10. The functionality of the relationship is a strong 3/10 because he will not prioritize the relationship for a number of MONTHS. He’s a workaholic introvert who is an engineer…whether graduate student, Ph.D, Instructor, or seasoned professional he’s def gonna be hard to deal with. Likewise you’ll have to be really strict with him about replying to you cause he’ll just…not do it. He’ll answer in his head and hope it gets to you…so once you threaten a breakup if he goes a day ever again without replying to you…he’s incredibly responsive and kicks himself at all the day to day conversation he missed out on…so he’ll make up for it.

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sephirthoughts · 8 months ago

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favorite character asks: vincent valentine/18 & raiden(MGS)/3 please!

ooooh thanks for the ask!!! (from this ask game)

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

poor Vincent I just want him to be happy!!!! but honestly, all his horrible trauma and guilt and the eternal torment of immortality that awaits him in the future are all part of what makes him a compelling character. if he was just some guy with a pretty ok life, there'd be no story. he'd still be pretty though.

3. What first drew you to this character?

oh, Raiden, i had such a complicated relationship with him 😂. when you first meet him in metal gear 2, he's this lame little tryhard Solid Snake fanboy who wants his codename to be Snake too, and they tell him NO which is just...fucking priceless. i was like who is this dweeb.

then you get deeper in and there's his absurdly melodramatic backstory as a child soldier who had to kill enemies on his birthday to prove he was worthy to live, on top of all his hyper-edgy "there was lightning on the night i was born" broodiness, which turns into the whole "I AM THE LIGHTNING" thing. fucking. i laughed till i cried over his edgelord theatrics. i already loved him so much for being an adorable loser but THEN

THEN

you're playing as old snake, in metal gear 4, who is literally dying, and at one point you're way out of your depth and he's exhausted and out of ammo and surrounded by enemies but…oh? what's that??

FUCKING RAIDEN DESCENDS FROM THE HEAVENS IN FULL ROBOT BONDAGE GEAR LIKE THE GOD OF CYBORG SLUTS AND KICKS ALL THE GIANT ROBOTS' ASSES IN HIS CYBERNETIC HIGH HEELS (which by the way he uses TO WIELD HIS SWORD WITH HIS FOOT)

after that he proceeds to have history's most homoerotic boss fight with Vamp, during which they both end up soaked in weird white fluid (not joking even a little bit)

AND THEN

and then there's Revengeance, in which they double, triple, and quadruple down on the gay theatrics, until the edgelord graduates to edge-emperor and cements his place in history and my heart forever.

pictured below: raiden serving so much cyborg cunt it's literally illegal

note that he's still wearing the high heels

thank you for the ask!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

#ask game #character asks #inbox ganes #vincent valentine #raiden mgs #mgs2 #mgs4 #metal gear revengeance #metal gear rising #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #ffvii #dirge of cerberus

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the-local-eldritch-microwave · 1 year ago

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Ink and Nightmare Painting idea(scenario)

so like, lets say Ink created some real nice oil painting(idk why i keep drifting to oil paintings when i talk about Ink making something but maybe that's just cause its a personal favorite artstyle of mine) and was pretty satisfied with it and all and wanting to start another one he needs to find space for the one he had just made but, uh oh! he's made a lot of creations recently and their isn't really anymore space for it unfortunately. Since he really doesn't want to throw anything away or stars forbid destroy it he looks for another place for it to go. eventually he finds a nice spot with a respectful and kind person inside it(perhaps a pawn shop or a random persons attic but either way it ends up getting into the hands of mortals) and decides to leave it in their possession as a sort of gift(cause he heard/read somewhere gods do that apparently) and that's that.

Over time this painting gets passed down through generations, passed down hand to hand through yard sales, mother to daughter, grandparents to children in wills, art professors to students, even ending up in auctions at one point because of how old it was and all because no one actually knew who made it, the only clue being an "I" painted in thick ink on the back of the canvas. This eventually catches the eye of even the guardian of negativity himself.

Now nightmare, being a sucker for collecting old, valuable, and seemingly irreplaceable pieces of work to fill space in his oversized mansion for himself(and henchmen) gets it almost on principle simply because he doesn't think that the mortals ever deserve something like it in the first place. However the more he looks at it the more he comes to appreciate it and even admire the artist careful strokes and immense patients they seemed to have had while making this painting. It almost seems too good for any normal mortal to have created it at all and when he passes by it during his many walks in his castle its often one of the only things that can make him falter in his steps, even when deep in thought. Over time it just becomes one of the many staples of his place and perhaps even gives him a sense of pride that he is the only one to own such a beautiful painting, despite the chips in the frame and discoloring in places that others may have left more, and the edges frayed as it as been moved too many times to count. It gives it an indescribable texture that un-doubtly enhances the painting even more and honestly? Nightmare couldn't be more in love with a painting then he is right now.

Now imagine even FURTHER into the future and all the sans are are in the truce and yadda yadda yadda peace and multiversal balance and nobody has to fight(seriously) anymore! yippee! now lets just say, for some reason, Ink is wondering the halls of the castle out of sheer boredom and when he passes his own painting he almost doesn't give it a second thought but then he does a double take.. and a triple take...and a quadruple take just to make sure it isn't his faulty memory, but lo and behold is his very own painting right in front of him, mounted on the wall so proudly and clearly that Ink can hardly believe it(and in NIGHTMARES CASTLE of ALL places) and as a very last double check he very carefully lifts the bottom of the canvas to reveal his signature staring right back at him.

At first his more confused then anything because why the stars would Nightmare keep something made by the hands of one of his longest standing enemies who fought against him with his own brother??? its just didn't make sense. On the other hand he was somewhat flattered; When he made things he never really made them with the intention of hanging it up unless it was something he made for a friend as a birthday gift(but those were usually pretty small projects only taking a few weeks at most if he had artblock or couldn't get something to look just right) but this? this was just something he made to pass by the time, to get his artistic juices flowing, something he made, yes with a lot of time, but time meant nothing when your were a god! a month or even a year could easily melt into the very fabric of time and next thing you know an entire century has passed(it has happened to him before) yet the more he thought about it, the more it made him wonder; If Nightmare liked something he made that much when he didn't even give it much thought in the first place then how would Nightmare react when he really put in some determination and real effort(would he like it even more or was it just luck? would he put it up too, right next to this one? what would happen if he dedicated a piece just for him??), it was starting to consume his every thought!

Before he could even think about what to actually do next a deep voice startles him out of his thoughts and he turns to his side to see Nightmare himself! Ink stared at him and then back at is own painting and then back at him and still didn't even know how to say it but Nightmare started toe conversation for him, thank the stars.

"Beautiful, isn't it? its one of my favorites too"

"oh! thats awesome!- i mean, uh, its certainly..something."

"something indeed. The art is breathtaking, I often find myself staring at it longer then i really mean to when i pass by it"

"wait- really?? you mean that??"

"what, do you not like it? I thought an artist like yourself would be able to also recognize an artists talent just as well if not better then i can"

"no no no! i didn't mean it like that, its great! really it is!! its just..I mean, i just didn't take you as the kinda guy to appreciate art like this. I kinda always thought you'd be more into writing and stuff like that!"

"mh, well a skeleton can have more then one interest, cant he? even i know a masterpiece when i see one.. a shame i never figured out who made the piece."

"..you didn't?"

"unfortunately no, although i have looked into it and tried more then i care to admit. It's as if it just appeared one day and no one even knows how let alone where it could've come from. Typical humans. Cant even fathom how you and the rest deal with them on a daily basis"

"I mean, you get used to it pretty quickly if you ask me, heh.."

"I suppose in your line of work you would have to, although whichever mortal created this must have been particularly blessed with their skills. A godsend on their people really. The Mortals were lucky to get to touch this beauty at all, let alone have it in their greedy hands and possession for so long..wouldn't you agree?"

Ink almost doesn't respond, pulled between feeling flustered from all of these compliments or embarrassed by the fact that he would have to eventually tell Nightmare at some point and tell him it was the stupid forgetful squid that painted that. Despite himself he starts to speak before his mind can even think

"What if..a mortal didn't make this..?"

Now Nightmare is fully turned towards him instead of the painting giving him his full attention and now he isn't sure if he wants to be under that gaze even more or dodge it.

"well, if an outcode really did make this, then i'd simply just have to commission another one, and, if willing, I would like to see them work."

"o-oh?"

"mhm, and i would prefer it to be around sometime next week between 4 and midnight, but only if he wants to of course"

oh.

He knows.

"okay."

and that's all he can get out before almost rushing away, non-existent heart racing because no one has ever asked for him to paint for them, at least not like that. but that's the least of his concerns because now?

Now he has to get his paint bushes and a fresh canvas ready.

#utmv #ink sans #nightmare sans #undertale au #undertale #this was way longer ten i planned it to but oh well #i love these two so much #my funky stuff #somewhat scuffed #started out as a headcanon but then they started to talk

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castlebyersafterdark · 9 months ago

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honestly, the fact that noah is a sore loser is for me the no.1 byler endgame evidence hahahah

niche i guess unless you actually follow or pay attention to him, so ofc anyone who blindly hates him wouldnt know. but that boy? THAT boy? who gets angry losing some stupid game? is THIS happy with s5? and you think will isn't getting served some freshly squeezed mike wheeler for keepsies for LIFEEEE? bitch, come on. get. real.

😆 (i mean ofc he would still be obliged to do the job but he wouldnt be making such a fuss of it all, if he didnt like it. ya know. kinda like... dont say it... millie)

This is a good point!!! I honestly honestly think that Noah wouldn't do us all dirty like this, going online on his little bedside tiktok chat seshes acknowledging Byler so much and being giddy about it if his baby, his pride and joy William Byers wasn't getting the boy. That would be really weird especially as a young gay guy who understands fandom? Noah "I'm the happiest I've ever been" and the double triple quadruple meaning to that admission. He's gotta be winning this thing!! He's getting the perfect happy ending. He and Finn have said the show ends perfectly, their characters get a happy ending - especially Will. WHAT other ending is fitting for Will to be honest??? Oh, he's alive and the evil is defeated. Yall, that applies to any character.

Will is in love. Will's gotta get his love reciprocated to have a satisfying arc completion, because there's something to root for there. YES - the supernatural, the upside down, Henry's whole deal, and he's got a more major role in that than others... but defeating Vecna and restoring peace to Hawkins is also the goal of every single other main character in the series. There are individual motivations as well for everyone. WHAT is Will's secondary arc? And it's not "oh, he's gonna come out and everyone will accept him." The thing is at this point in the show, not that his coming out story isn't important - but by means of knowing the characters, the most important ones in his life are Joyce and Jonathan and one of those people already accepted him. No one watching thinks for a second Joyce is an emotional roadblock. Who is??? Mike. Accpeting him and reciprocating him. Because Will doesn't believe it. Will doesn't believe he'll have romantic love. But we're to root for him now. So, we're intended to root for Byler.

Our fond little sore loser has nothing to worry about. He's raking in the protagonist love interest payoff glow up. He's excited and thrilled and invested in the story and the cast surrounding him. Not saying it too deeply either but we know what we're implying here with someone not seemingly so into season 5 and the diminished hype. Wonder why...

#😉😌😘#asks

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year ago

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Hii! I love your work!! How about for the reader appreciation with the pregnancy prompt

"This is as much your child as it is mine and that will never change."

With ☀️🌙✨ Sam like reader had to pass some tests to see if the baby had the super soldier genes and they end up knowing who the father is and Sam gets a little insecure🥰 or it really could work with either of the three alphas🤷‍♀️🤔

Hi! Thank you so much!

I love this request!!! I did change the prompt a little bit.

Warning: talk of pregnancy, dna test, paternity test, little bit angst I guess.

Yours, Mines and Ours

It had been welcomed news when you surprised your alphas with the news that you were pregnant. They were over joyed at the thought of a pup running around the apartment bringing joy to the pack. So imagine everyone’s reaction when you found out you were having not one but two pups.

If Sam, Steve and Bucky were protective of you once you mated that protectiveness quadrupled. They waited on you hand and foot and made you feel so loved.

At one point Bruce came to the four of you with a small possible concern. Would the pups be born with the serum? It scared you to think that they might and that someone might want to take them from you. The only way to find out for sure would be to run a DNA test.

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The results were in. Both pups had the serum and more than that you’d accidentally found out who the father was. It turns out that Steve was the father and so was Bucky. They each had fathered a pup. You remember sitting with Bucky and calming him down as he cried. It was an overwhelming amount of emotions ranging from terrified to overjoyed. During all of the celebration by the alphas and the bond being filled with happiness there was a little blip of anxiousness and slight disappointment. You were never able to pin it down long enough to k ow who was feeling that way. It wasn’t until the baby shower that you’d realize who it was.

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Jules and Wanda had prepared everything. When you walked, or rather waddled, into the decorated living room you and your alphas were pleasantly surprised. The girls had managed to combine the baby shower with a gender reveal party. The moment you walked in the party started. After a while of some games it was revealed that Steve fathered a boy and Bucky fathered a girl.

In that moment you felt that same blip of disappointment and you realized then that it was Sam. He was happy, sure, but you could just see it in his beautiful brown eyes. That twinge of sadness. You’d notice that he slipped out to the balcony. As sneakily as you could, you followed Sam out.

“Hey babe.” You called out as you approached him.

Sam turned around surprised to see you. He immediately meets you half way, placing a hand on your lower back and holding his free hand for you to take. Sam helps you sit on one of the lounge chairs and chuckles when you take a deep breath.

“I need to walk slower.”

“What are you doing out here sunshine?” He asked while running his hand up and down your back.

“I could ask you the same thing. Are you-are you overwhelmed my all of this?”

“The baby shower?”

You shake your head. “The pregnancy. Two babies. It’s just, everything’s about to change.”

“No. I’m ok I just needed some fresh air.”

You frown at his answer. It didn’t sit well with you that he was bottling up whatever it was he was feeling.

“Sam I felt it, during the gender reveal. You were sad or something. So please don’t lie to me. We’re mates and we’re supposed to be there for each other no matter what.”

The door opens and out pops Steve’s head before he disappears only to walk out with Bucky right behind him. Once they reach you and Sam they pull a lounge chair closer and ask what’s going on.

“It’s nothing.” Sam is quick to reply.

“It’s something. Please just tell us.”

Sam looks between the three of you and takes a deep breath. “I just don’t know where I’ll stand with the kids.” He says honestly and a bit ashamed that he’s feeling left out. “They’re your pups.”

“Hey, they are as much your children as they are ours and that will never change.”

“Definitely.” Steve is quick to agree with you.

“They’re going to need you just as much as they’ll need us. It’s why we’re a pack. You’re their dad too.” Bucky adds.

“We are meant to be together and be a family together that means you’ll be just as important to them as you are to us.”

Sam nods slowly beginning to accept that he won’t be pushed to the side.

“Besides I think you’re the only one out of the four of us that knows how to change diapers.” Bucky jokes to try and lighten the mood which works.

“Also you’ll be the most level headed, I’m only going to spoil them.”

Sam raises an eyebrow at you and smirks.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I don’t think I’ll be that much better.” Bucky admits.”

“So are Sam and I the only ones that will have to discipline them?”

“Please, as if you’ve ever followed rules ever in your life.” Bucky responds to Steve’s comment.

“Heaven help me, I’m out numbered.”

You lean into him and kiss his cheek. “You’re going to be a great father and I can’t wait to see it.”

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