#grumpy bastard(affectionate!!)

[queen-scribbles]

God I love Caleb Zheng so much

[phantasm-ae]

cw: fluff, cowgirl afab reader x ghost, grumpy x sunshine, clumsy reader

HEADCANON: the team meets Ghost’s little bird

PAIRING: Simon Riley x reader

It all started when Soap, half-joking -- not really -- asked over a pint of that terrible guinness that one of the recruits mentioned that he voiced out a lingering thought out loud,

"So, Ghost. Ye ever gonna introduce us to yer missus? Or is she just some hallucination ye made up tae wind us up aye?"

Ghost, who had never confirmed nor denied anything about his personal life, simply shrugged. "Pub. Friday. Seven."

Soap thought he was joking.

At exactly Friday, seven-fucking-pm though. Soap. Soap realized he was wrong.

They met at a grimy pub near base. Price was wary. Gaz looked openly curious. Soap just looked excited, because how normal could Ghost’s wife possibly be? Some goth lady with a death glare? A sniper with a scar over her eye? A shadow in human form?

None of the above.

What actually walked in was—

A tiny woman in a beat-up leather jacket, dusty denim jeans, a battered cowboy hat tilted low over her messy braid. Coupled with a pair of cracked leather boots that clomped across the floor like she owned the place.

Holy shit

She looked like she could ride a bull, shoot a rifle, and kiss you breathless — not necessarily in that order.

She waved frantically the moment she spotted them though — knocking over a chair and nearly tripping over her own boots as she did.

"HEY, SI" she yelled across the entire bar.

Ghost — stoic, terrifying, 6'4" Ghost — immediately straightened in his seat like a teenager seeing his crush. He actually moved. Stood up. Went to meet her halfway like she was the only thing that existed.

Soap’s jaw was physically on the table.

This tiny woman. Small. Wiry. Sun-kissed and with the greatest pair of tits Soap has ever seen immediately launched herself into Ghost’s arms like a missile. He caught her easily -- of course -- one hand on her lower back, the other ruffling her tousled brown hair with ridiculous tenderness.

Leaning down to let her smack a kiss right onto the cloth of his mask like she couldn’t give a single shit about what people thought.

She yanked the brim of his hat down over his eyes — wait! when had he gotten a hat?? — and laughed that big, reckless, wild West laugh that turned every head in the pub.

The team stared in horror and awe.

"This can’t be real," Gaz muttered. "I’m dreaming. I died in Syria."

"She's so small," Soap whispered back, scandalized. "And she’s—she’s—hot??"

They made it back to the table, Ghost’s hand resting casually on her hip like a leash.

When they made it back to the table, she shoved Ghost into a chair, plopped herself onto his lap without ceremony, and grinned at the rest of them.

"Howdy, boys," she said, tipping her hat.

Soap almost cried.

She was absolute chaos. Stole the darts right out of the wall and challenged Soap to a game ("loser buys shots, city boy" "'m from Scotland, lass" "Cattle country ain't like sheep country, sugar" "we have cows. They moo too").

Gaz: "You're so fucking stupid mate"

Soap: "Shut it aye?"

Flirted shamelessly with Ghost across the table — calling him "sugar," "cowboy," and "my big strong man" with zero shame in her Southern-twanged voice. Told Price he looked like a "sheriff with a broken heart."

Somehow wrangled Ghost into a pool match where she used him as her pool cue guide — pressed up against him, his huge hands guiding hers, while she winked at the others over her shoulder.

Ghost never smiled. Never joked. Never talked much. But with her? He was... different.

Softer. More human. Maybe even a little helpless, the poor bastard.

Price, to his credit, kept a straight face. Barely.

Soap, meanwhile -- after losing to her on those stupid darts and took on the challenge of guzzling down the said shots -- was vibrating with suppressed laughter.

She was chaos. Pure, distilled chaos — loud, funny, mean, fun, but also wildly affectionate. She stole a chip off Gaz and a stranger's plate without asking. Shooed off two creeps with a death glare who wouldn’t stop pestering the girls at the counter. Challenged the bouncer -- a hulking and massive bloke -- to arm wrestle and actually fucking won! Spent half an hour helping to take pictures of an old couple on a vacation to send to their grandkids. And started a chant for Price to shotgun a beer (he declined, though grimly but... endeared).

And through all of it, Ghost just... watched her. Silent. Steady. The same way he’d scan a perimeter — except more devoted. Soap swearing that he could even see him smile behind the mask.

At one point, she tugged on his sleeve and whispered something in his ear that made him let out a genuine, low chuckle. An actual laugh. Gaz's drink came out of his nose at that and Soap almost passed out from the shock.

By the end of the night, they were all completely obsessed with her.

(And slightly terrified. She challenged another guy twice her size to a pull-up contest and won.)

As they stumbled out of the pub, she looped an arm around Ghost’s waist and shouted, "THIS IS MY HUSBAND! HE’S BIGGER THAN YOUR HUSBAND!" at absolutely no one.

Ghost didn’t even blink. Just tugged her closer and murmured, "Alright, birdie. Inside voice yeah?."

"YOU LOVE ME BABY," she hollered back.

"Yeah," he said simply, not caring who heard. "I do."

And if anyone at the pub dared to stare — well, nobody wanted to make eye contact with a man wearing a skull mask who looked like he could bench-press a car and the woman who looked like she could drive said car through you and still smile while doing it.

Soap later: "Lass is unhinged aye?." Gaz: "You’re just mad she drank you under the table, mate." Price: "I like her. She’s good for him." Soap: "Naw, like... she’s pure mental. He’s just as daft. It’s a match made in hell, I’m tellin' ye.

Ghost, hearing them gossip: (Just shrugs.) "I like her loud. Makes it easier to find her."

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[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

My understandings of what Primarchs are currently alive and dead, what their status' are: Loyalists: Leman Russ: Running butt ass naked in the Warp, if the armour if any indication. Probably a Wulfen and horribly mutated like Corvus. Possibly could be fine. Chances very slim for him not be a mutated wolf thing with viking braids. Anyway his sons are mildly disturbed by the armour they keep finding Lion: Alive and pissed. Commits so many war crimes behind Guilliman's back. May or may not be making it his personal goal to give Guilliman as many grey hairs as possible. Roboute Guilliman: Stressed and thinks humans can't rule themselves. Asshole. Needs a break and to actually spend time with humans and actually thinking about the fact it's been ten thousand fucking years. That's impressive for an empire. Corvus Corax: Fucked up bird man in the warp. Probably learning that feathers suck to get blood out of and questioning how the fuck his white winged brother kept his feathers so fucking clean even though said brother routinely caused blood baths in life. Has probably pecked someone to death. Vulkan: Probably alive. Somewhere. Might actually be in a volcano somewhere. His death goes against his lore so who knows what the fuck is going on here. Jaghatai Khan: Also in the warp, has no idea where the fuck he is and isn't stopping for directions. Honestly he's actually existed the warp couple of times he was going so fucking fast. Probably also slowly getting mutated. Might be fine though. Probably passed a naked Leman a couple of times and is really confused by the fucked up bird thing calling itself Corvus. Rogal Dorn: Could be dead, could have a sick ass prosthetic hand. No idea what's going on with him. Sanguinius: Incredibly dead. Probably a good thing that he is. Otherwise he'd probs be a traitor primarch too with the Imperium in its current state- Ferrus Manus: Also very dead. Probably was seething mad at being killed by Fulgrim. Very likely died seething mad. Traitors: Fulgrim: Is a four armed winged snake thing. Having mad sex and doing way too many drugs. Probably also eating a lot too. And then sleeping it off because snake. Has a chunky boyfriend if Tumblr is to be believed. Magnus: Trying to rebuild, also an arrogant prick. I support him even if he's a dick. If only because what happened to Prospero was a travesty of the highest order. You go my weird rainbow nipple horned demon prince. What is your obsession with titty horns??? Mortarion: Depressed but has family. Is infected with diseases that are probably not even invented yet. Probably also not a skinny rail of a man anymore courtesy of Papa Nurgle who is a better dad then the Emperor ironically. Probably can't stand to look himself in the Mirror. Angron: Angy, so very angy. And obsessed with blood. Even if he wasn't immortal by virtue of being a demon prince, he'd probably be too angry to die. Not entirely sure if this is actually better then being dead. Lorgar: Not entirely sure, but I assume he's somewhere in the warp spreading the word of chaos like some sort of messed up anti jesus or something.

Alpharius /Omegon: One's dead, the other is alive. Which twin died and which one is alive is a damn good question. Possibly neither are even dead. Absolute bastards (affectionate). Perterabo: Grumpy old man wanting to be left alone and forge. He yearns for it. Mostly content to just make stuff and burn his skin off. Good things he's a demon now I guess. Go make stuff, have a hobby that's kinda healthy. Sort of. Konrad: Pretty dead. Saw it happen and let it happen. Probably for the best because dear god this man as a demon prince is terrifying. Horus: Also very dead. Might actually be even more dead then Sanguinius considering Horus' soul was probably destroyed.

[suntoru]

─ ✰ INVISIBLE STRING.

─ SYNOPSIS: the three times you coincidentally bump into toji fushiguro and the one time you find out it was intentional.

─ WARNINGS: 3.4k words!! not proofread, swearing, fluff, ooc toji?, mentions of a dildo, mild violence, creepy perv (not toji), BABY MEGSSS, idk i started yapping halfway through

— AUTHOR’S NOTE: GUYS I LOVE TOJI. I LOVE HIS SLUTTY WAIST. disclaimer i’m only like 6 episodes into jjk i apologize if the characterization is off!

— the first time your ever meet toji fushiguro is on a friday at 8PM. you don’t expect to be so downbad for somebody you just met, much less in a grocery store in your pajamas, but here you are. and fuck, he’s hot. he’s clad in a snug, black compression shirt that outlines his biceps so nicely and enticingly low-waisted white sweatpants that fall deliciously on his hips… compared to him, you look like a hobo in your ratty old pajamas. scratching your head in embarrassment, you instantly look away before he catches you staring— and thank god he speaks up, his voice interrupting your less-than-innocent thoughts.

“think that’s mine,” he motions casually to the black-haired cherub curled up in your arms. the little one’s eyes, swollen and red from the relentless wailing for his papa just seconds earlier now lights up immediately, adoration clear in his eyes. his tiny little arms outstretches towards toji in an adorable plea to be held. rolling his eyes, toji relents, scooping megumi up with one arm and securing him in his hold.

“cute kid.” you coo, ruffling the doe-eyed toddler’s hair affectionately.

“yeah… cute little brat,” he mutters in a low voice. “where’d you find him?” you giggle softly. “was in the toy section playing, noticed he was alone, then started to cry… be more careful next time, okay, ’gumi?” the child nods his head shyly, burying his face in his daddy’s chest. you wish that was you don’t u u horny degenerate /lh

“swear to god, he won’t listen to me when i tell him stuff. and he gets sad too easily, cries when he isn’t allowed to buy whatever he wants…” toji scoffs, pinching megumi’s cheek and a small whine escapes the toddler, effectively tugging at your heartstrings. what a cute little family.

“the mama must be real pretty; cause he certainly doesn’t take after his grumpy papa.” you lightheartedly joke, allowing the black-haired baby to toy with your fingers. “the mom’s out of the picture.” toji nonchalantly reveals, an unexpected hush falling over the conversation.

wide-eyed, you realize the awkwardness that your comment had caused. “i-i’m so sorry!! i didn’t mean to—” you stammer, feeling a pang of regret. “‘t's fine, shit happens.” he shrugs his shoulders ever so casually, dispelling the tension in the air. “it’s just me and this little gremlin here,” he adds, and despite his earlier insults towards the adorable baby, it’s crystal clear he loves him— even if he won’t readily admit it out loud. being a single dad… you can’t even imagine it. must be so hard…

you're so caught up in your feels that you don’t even notice when toji takes a peek into your grocery cart, a snicker escaping him. momentarily confused, you follow his gaze and then it hits you— oh no. what you originally came here to do, the reason you didn’t even have time to dress properly was because it was the last discount day for– looking down in horror, placed proudly, right on top of your cart, is an obnoxiously bright pink silicone dick.

the realization hits you like a ton of bricks, and a flush of embarrassment colors your cheeks as you fumble for words. “i-i… um… c-can explain!!” seemingly enjoying your flusteredness, he loses no time teasing you. "someone's clearly single." he remarks, a smug look plastered on his face. he snatches it out of your cart, dangling the object just out of reach– this bastard!! capturing megumi's attention, the innocent curiosity in his little mind interprets the funny-looking object as a potential toy, prompting him to reach out with grabby hands.

in a state of panic, you swiftly smack it out of toji’s hands, but you fail to realize there’s somebody in your way– you accidentally hit a balding, middle aged man square in the face with a dildo. a fucking dildo. letting out an audible gasp, you quickly turn away as the now angry man swivels around, searching for the perpetrator angrily. your efforts to stay inconspicuous prove futile as the 6'2 sorcerer can't contain his laughter, earning a few odd stares from shoppers passing by.

"it's not funny," you whine, feeling the heat creeping up to your face as he wipes away a tear, still clutching his stomach. he grins tauntingly, wholeheartedly amused.

"nah, that shit’s hilarious."

— “mama, mama!!” coincidence seems to strike once more, for your second encounter with toji fushiguro comes about a week later. you’re minding your own business in a neighborhood park, in the middle of texting your friend when little megumi joyfully latches himself onto your leg, gurgling happily, effectively scaring the shit out of you. safe to say, you're surprised— mommy? you'd met him once for thirty minutes and he's imprinted on you.

but you can't find it in yourself to be mad; he's practically looking at you with stars in his eyes. so you cave, crouching down to meet his height, patting his teeny tiny head gently.

"hi megs!! where's dada?" you question, and sure enough, the adorable little cherub points enthusiastically to his father, who happens to be engaged in conversation with two women. they’re giggling obnoxiously, stroking his biceps and being overly touchy, and he seems to be enjoying it. in an instant, all your former attraction seems to dissipate in an instant. an annoyed huff escapes you— of course, he's a manwhore. you should've known, he seems like just the type, but letting your kid leave your sight was just completely unacceptable.

feeling pissed, you can practically feel a vein bulge in your forehead. you’re going to knock some sense into that thick skull of his. scooping up megumi, you march up to toji, making sure to be extra cautious while holding him in your arms. what was he thinking? is it like this all the time? him getting distracted by a pair of tits and forgetting about his own son? seriously, this man needs to get his act together.

as soon as he’s in range, your free hand swiftly makes contact with the back of toji's head, letting out a loud ‘thwack’ noise on impact. he lets out a painful groan. "the fuck?" toji curses, rubbing the back of his head. unfazed, you return his sass with a stern expression.

"the hell do you think you're doing? talking to girls instead of taking care of your kid? no wonder 'gumi wanders off all the time, you didn't even notice he went missing! stop thinking with your dick all the time and start thinking with your head!!" you scold the older man as he scoffs. "me? you're one to talk, buying a rubber cock for your lonely ass. who the hell are you to judge my parenting?"

you're about to retaliate when the two girls exchange a glance, scowling in annoyance as they side-eye both you and toji. "y'know, if you were married, you could've just said so in the beginning." one of the girls pipes up as the other nods her head. "yeah, stop wasting our time loser, lets go." and before he can respond, they storm off dramatically. he rolls his eyes at them, sticking up his middle finger at their backs.

“whatever. they were bitches anyways. and you’re a real killjoy.” you flick his forehead lightly. “the fact that i, a complete random stranger, takes better care of this kid than you is quite concerning.”

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” he mumbles snarkily, attempting to snatch megumi away from you. he can’t believe his eyes when the chubby little baby starts to tear up, clutching onto you tighter and repeating babbles of ‘mama.’ “megumi, get down from there!” toji hisses. “listen, ya little brat, that ain’t your momma.” glaring, you attempt to hand back the stubborn ‘brat’ to his father, but to your (and his) dismay, he continues to latch onto you with an iron grip. if you didn’t know any better, with how megumi was acting, you’d think toji had never dealt with a child before. all he did was glare daggers at the both of you; the longer the interaction went on, the more irritated he got. a scolding glare towards his son, then the stranger.

“for the last time, stop clinging to that woman! she isn’t your mother.” the poor baby’s eyes glass over, about to burst into tears as you rock him in your arms, letting out a huff in annoyance. “calm your whining. you think he’s going to listen if all you do is yell?”

“fine. i’ll just… pick him up then.” toji grumbled, looking annoyed as he bent over to retrieve his son from your arms. as soon as he picked him up, megumi began wiggling and trying to get away from his father. “stop that.” toji’s face was filled with annoyance as his son’s stubby little fingers wrap around your shirt tightly. he tries his best to be gentle as he pries the baby away from you, yet the little boy began to cry and reach for you. it was clear the youngest fushiguro had developed a strong attachment to you, the stranger who helped him once before.

“‘gumi…” you coo in the softest voice you can manage, pinching his cheek softly. “listen to dada, okay? i’ll buy you ice cream if you’re good.” at the sound of a frozen treat, he instantly stops crying and settles into his papa’s arms, gurgling happily. toji looks at you in utter shock; he lost count of the amount of times he had tried so talk some sense into his little son— but just once from some random stranger, he chooses to listen. the 6’2 sorcerer sighs in defeat, sending his baby another scowl.

clearly, megumi has no sense of loyalty.

— “well, well, well… you again. i’m starting to think you’re jus’ following me now.” for the third time, you guessed it: toji fushiguro. at this point, it was becoming harder to dismiss these encounters as mere coincidences; had the universe suddenly decide to play matchmaker?

“huh?” you scoff, glancing up from your notepad. of course, he had to choose this exact coffee shop to stroll into while you were on your shift. “i work here.” he eyes you cockily, emanating more of that stupidly hot confidence that somehow makes your heart beat just a little faster than it should.

“be honest— you really just got the job cause you heard i’d be here today.” deadpanning, you roll your eyes. he can’t be serious; he’s such a manchild. “yes, because you’re such a celebrity. where’s megs?” you question, noticing the absence of the adorable baby usually accompanied by his obnoxiously sexy father.

“daycare.” he responds with a lazy drawl, his voice a low, resonant hum that sent shivers down your spine. he seemed engrossed with picking something at his nails, the nonchalant demeanor accentuating the sculpted lines of his features. "you know, it's a shame. you seem a lot less charming without a certain little one running around." you yawn, deliberately trying to piss him off.

as if challenging you, he straightens up, piercing grey eyes locked onto yours. leaning forward onto the counter, his proximity sparks something in your core— was he always this pretty? no wonder he’s popular. his lips look so damn kissable. (you wonder how they’d feel against your own.) your heartbeat picks up as you find yourself unable to keep eye contact, pupils darting elsewhere. you really hope your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

“…u-um. your order?” he grins cockily, pulling back at your surrender. “an espresso. and here, the extra dollar's for you.” he casually tosses you a crumpled wad of cash, and at a glance, worth just a little over one dollar and fifty cents. …you can already sense a burgeoning headache destined to plague you by the end of the day.

“…just— whatever. keep the money. it’s on the house.” you groan, escaping from the dumbass man to the back to retrieve the coffee beans. as you scour the shelves stocked with coffee supplies, you attempt to find the espresso beans.

you thoughts, however, are interrupted when your coworker suddenly pops up, prompting an involuntary shriek and effectively scaring the shit out of you. she beams brightly, enthusiasm radiating from her as she clutches onto your arm, ignoring your reaction completely.

“that customer is just my type!! tall, handsome, hot… mind switching with me, please, please, pleeeeeease??” she begs, her eyes wide with desperation and in her best attempt to coax you. you end up relenting pretty easily— after all, you owe her for the numerous overtime hours she's covered for you, but you can't ignore the unmistakable pang of jealousy tugging at your heart. what’s wrong with you? you shouldn’t care, not in the slightest. shouldn't. he's a random stranger who you just so happened to bump into three times now. toji fushiguro is a womanizer, a horrendous father, and an arrogantly cocky man. but for some reason, you find yourself growing… attached.

your eyes follow your coworker, parading out of the storage room with her lips freshly glossed and a flirty smile on her face. a pang of annoyance prickles at you; you're sure he'll absolutely eat her up.

determined to distance yourself from the sight, you trudge over to the adjacent cash register, taking over for your fellow coworker's customer. a friendly smile graces the face of the person in front of you.

"hi." he smiles brightly, greeting you in a friendly manner. "can i get an iced americano?" you nod, ringing his order up. his request is met with a nod from you, and you smoothly proceed to ring up his order. the clinking of the coffee machine acts as a backdrop to the interaction, your mind momentarily distracted by the lingering sensation of unease in your stomach. once done, you serve the ice-cold drink to the customer, who happily takes it, eyes gleaming in satisfaction before winking charmingly.

"and an extra tip for the pretty barista." he says, his tone suggestive as he hands you a bill. is he... really hitting on you? the air thickens with an uncomfortable tension, and you mutter a somewhat awkward thanks, his smile widens, and he leans in, making you feel slightly uneasy.

"isn't this the part where you give me your number?" he teases, leaving a silent pause that hangs in the air. "uhm... i'm really sorry, but... uh-" before you can finish, he boldly grabs one of your hands from across the counter, getting a little too close for comfort. "no need to say anything, cutie. our lips can do the talking." the fuck is wrong with this creep?

you attempt to snatch your hand back, but his grip is like iron. panic starts to set in as beads of sweat form on your forehead. what are you supposed to do in this situation?

just as the tension becomes nearly unbearable, a large hand intervenes, firmly gripping the weirdo's collar. a hand you so thankfully recognize intervenes just in the nick of time. toji's voice, dripping with venom, cuts through the charged atmosphere.

"why the fuck are you touching my spouse?" his snarl, coupled with an ice-cold glare, sends shivers down even your spine. a plausible lie, and extremely believeable. the smaller man stutters, his eyes searching frantically for an escape from toji's wrath. "i-i, um..." he stutters, eyes looking frantically for help. without a moment's hesitation, toji forcefully drops the intruder to the floor, his intense glare bearing down on the now-submissive figure.

"next time, i'll make sure you pay for it." he warns with a chilling undertone, his voice resonating with a quiet but unmistakable threat.

— seven days after the incident, you find solace in a quaint bookstore, its ambiance offering a quiet and peaceful haven for your studying. you're deep in thought, productivity at an all time high. however, the tranquility is soon disrupted by the unmistakable bickering of a child, no older than two, engaged in what seems like a standoff with a fully grown adult. who in the hell would argue with a kid...?

suspiciously, you stand up, leaving your laptop unattended for a split second to take a peek into the book aisle where the sound was coming from. and just as you suspected; there stands toji fushiguro. you suppress a giggle seeing him all crouched over, a pissy expression on his face.

"ya little rat, go give this to y/n. mama. mama, y'hear?" he hisses under his breath, his words an amusing blend of authority and exasperation. he attempts to give a rose to the stubborn little cherub, who violently shakes his head in refusal. holding a book almost as big as himself, he stomps his tiny foot, lifting the curious george volume even higher, adorned with a big pout that adds an extra layer of adorableness to the scene. "i'll read to you later, so just-"

"well, well, well… you again. i’m starting to think you’re just following me now."

you quip, echoing the words he tossed your way exactly a week ago. a smug grin stretches across your face, savoring the sweet taste of his embarrassment. he whirls around, momentarily losing his cool, a curse escaping his lips as he throws his head back. is that a hint of pink dusting his cheeks? you can't help but revel in delight. and as if on cue, megumi beams at you, his small frame waddling towards you with unbridled joy as you scoop him up with ease.

"mama!!" he cheers as you ruffle his hair playfully before turning your attention back to the other 6'2 baby towering over you. "looks to me like you're the obsessed stalker." you tease, a genuine grin stretching across your face. wiping a mock tear from your eye, you catch a glimpse of toji's eye roll, his attempt to feign composure failing as a trace of a pout plays on his lips.

"shuttup," he groans, rubbing the back of his head. he attempts to use this banter as a distraction, sneakily concealing the gift behind his back. but you're not one to be outplayed.

"not so fast..." you grin, skillfully snatching the crimson rose from his grasp before he can offer any protest. it's undeniably pretty, and you find yourself admiring it, a soft smile playing on your lips. you glance back at toji who, now hands tucked into his pockets, deliberately avoids eye contact. "never knew you were much of a charmer." you playfully jest, twirling the delicate flower between your fingers as a teasing smile graces your lips.

"i'm not." he shrugs, an air of nonchalance surrounding him. you set megumi down, allowing him to gleefully grab another dr. seuss picture book.

"awww, so then am i just special?" you snicker, lashes fluttering softly, the lighthearted banter echoing through the quiet aisles of the bookstore. perhaps a little too loudly, as an employee, with an air of rudeness, suggests that all three of you should be a little more discreet before you're escorted out.

apologizing profusely, you struggle to contain your laughter as the employee, irritated by the disturbance, makes a dramatic exit. unbeknownst to him, however, a janitor quietly mops the floors right behind him— resulting in an unfortunate slip and a rather audible rip as his pants succumb to the unforeseen mishap. your face turns pink, and you bite your lip, desperately trying to stifle your laughter to avoid drawing further attention and the risk of being kicked out.

you manage to slap toji's mouth shut, a preemptive measure against the impending witch cackle that could escape if left unchecked. the employee shoots both of you one last glare, clearly unimpressed, before huffing and storming off in a hasty retreat.

exchanging a knowing glance with toji, you finally peel your hand off his mouth, the quiet snickering between you two escalating into unrestrained laughter. as the atmosphere gradually settles, you can't help but notice toji's intense gaze fixed upon you, a look that goes beyond mere amusement.

it's a gaze so deep, so penetrating, that it seems to hold an enchantment of its own. in that moment, you feel like the protagonist in a love-struck tale, caught in the gaze of someone who sees more than just the surface.

toji fushiguro is a womanizer, a horrendous father, and an arrogantly cocky man. …but… you think you can manage.

and so you find your arms slinking around his waist, a huge, unwavering grin plastered on your face. "you're such a baby, y'know? if you liked me you could've just asked for my number." he grumbles under his breath, yet tugs you closer to his body warmth. rolling his eyes, he flicks your forehead, lips curving up into a smile. "you're the worst."

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[pinkpuppipawz]

POLY! SATOSUGU ˖ . ☆

MINORS DNI!!!

╰┈➤ includes; poly satosugu ft gn! reader, a separate part where reader is afab and how they comfort you during period time, shoko is included because she’s a #girl boss, separate nsfw part, they didn’t have the kfc breakup in this so dw

╰┈➤ a/n; the shibuya arc destroyed me and I’m in desperate need for fluff, reader’s a sub (sos to all the tops/switches, I’m just a sub at heart)

these guys are complete opposites

but in a good way that they pretty much compliment each other

when you entered their life, they were smitten

they were both dating before you came into their life, they never thought of having another partner but then you came along and boom

satoru is a clingy bastard

this goes for both you and suguru

neither of you guys are safe from the menace that is satoru

he’s clingy but you guys love him for that, cause that means cuddle piles 24/7 when you’re all free and not busy with killing curses etc.

suguru is the peace keeper in a sense, he’s the most chill

like if there’s ever an argument between you guys, he’s usually the one that encourages communication

my guy knows that communication is very important in order to maintain a healthy, happy long lasting relationship

suguru shows affection more subtlety than gojo

instead of rushing towards you as soon as you come home, he instead has food ready for you if you’re hungry, if not then he just puts it in the fridge for later

one thing suguru loves is having his hair played with, you can brush it, braid it, anything, he’s like a Barbie doll

speaking of hair when you guys are sleeping, 9 times out of 10 you will find sugurus hair in your mouth, even if it’s tied in a neat bun (which he doesn’t usually do since he likes having his hair down when sleeping/relaxing)

geto is very caring and reminds you of a mother/father figure, since he always asks you and gojo wether you’ve eaten, had something to drink etc.

not in the overbearing way either, he just wants to make sure his loves are in top condition :3

shoko is the no.1 wing woman, like she roots for you guys all the time, she’s so glad that this chaotic duo found you

if you ever wanna hang out with her without the boys, you usually have to sneak out since gojo is really reluctant on letting you go without him, not in a toxic way, he’s just really fucking clingy and so wants to be around you as much as possible

but as soon as you tell him suguru’s coming home when you’re gone, he instantly plans out the little date they have whilst you go out with shoko

speaking of dates, they’re either spent in a fancy ass restaurant for dinner, or a causal night in with take out whilst watching a movie, gojo insisting on horror even though you and suguru both know he’ll piss his pants and hide behind a pillow throughout the whole film

shoko fourth wheels you guys a lot, even though suguru tends to not show affection outside of the house, gojo lives for PDA

like when you guys are walking, he’ll slither between your bodies so he’s in the middle, only to grab both of your hands and intertwine them🥹

gojo is also a big fan of cheek/forehead kisses

yes he loves kissing you on the lips but that’s more so for in the house

gojo tends to get very grumpy when you don’t reciprocate his affectionate gestures, but dw you can cheer him up by bribing him with his favourite sweets, it usually works, if not that then you can make it up to him in the bedroom *wink wink*

when sleeping gojo tends to spread out his long ass limbs as far as they can go, which leaves you and suguru barely any space

gojo defo snores, man sounds like a whole ass tractor at best, at worst a bloody horn that you hear on ships

suguru doesn’t snore, he just mumbles in his sleep sometimes, which is cute low-key

gojo is a light sleeper (due to his six eyes) and suguru is a heavy sleeper, like you have to suffocate him with a pillow to wake him tf up sometimes

whenever you have a cold/are sick, the boys become so doting, satoru somehow becoming even more clingy even though you keep on warning him that he may also get sick too, cocky bastard claiming ‘I won’t since I’m the strongest’ only to, unsurprisingly, have the exact same illness once you’re better

if you struggle with mental health a lot, the boys will do pretty much anything to help you out

gojo usually prefers to buy you loads of sugar/sweets if that’s your thing, if not then he will cuddle you and just be there for you

suguru understands since he has struggled with mental health in the past and is there for you if you want to vent/rant to someone

if you are neurodivergent then they will try their best to help with your needs

eg. if you’re overstimulated they will bring you to the closest quiet area and help you calm down wether via hugs and kisses or giving you some alone time

same goes for if you have a disability eg. you use a wheelchair etc. they are very supportive and they don’t care as in you’re still the love of their life no matter what

IF READER HAS A PERIOD (feel free to skip this if you don’t get periods)

they obviously don’t understand how painful periods can be, but they don’t make any negative comments about it

when you have terrible cramps their hearts ache as they can’t really do much other than giving you medication, hot water bottle and tea

suguru tends to place his hand on your stomach if you want to of course

if you’re craving foods, they will get them for you

mainly gojo tho cause he also loves food

when you get emotional they kinda just stand there like ���

one time you cried over suguru giving you a forehead kiss, he was very concerned

bro was worried he somehow upset you :(

they definitely go to shoko for some more advice on how to comfort you when you’re on your period

gojo defo says ‘apperantly orgasms can relief period cramps sooo’

you slapped him in the face

NSFW SECTION!

CW: DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, SWITCH! GOJO, BRAT! GOJO, SPANKING, SOFT DOM! GETO, BRAT TAMER! GETO, SUB!READER, AFTERCARE

when it comes to sexy times, geto is always the one in charge

sometimes gojo gets ahead of himself and forgets his place, only to be spanked till his ass is red by suguru

suguru loves praising you so much, he hates it when you misbehave and he has to spank you

gojo loves spanking you on the other hand, he also loves receiving a spanking from suguru

if gojo misbehaves one thing suguru loves to do is tie him up and make him watch as geto fucks you dumb

gojo cant touch himself, and if he does then he has to have a vibrator on his cock and not cum for 30 mins whilst watching geto fuck you yet again

satoru has a high sex drive and can seemingly go on for hours on end

suguru has a high sex drive too, but it’s not as high as gojos’

gojo’s a horny bastard :(

sometimes you will find yourself being woken up by gojo giving you head in the morning

yes suguru does find out, one way or another, and punishes gojo for giving you head without getos permission (dw gojo and geto both have ur consent to do sexy stuff to you whilst you sleep, you guys all agreed on this in the beginning of the relationship)

suguru prefers giving head over receiving, since he loves making either you or gojo moan out his name whilst he gives you delicious head

gojo prefers receiving but sometimes enjoys giving

gojo mainly prefers receiving from you since unlike geto you don’t tease him

geto’s a fucking tease in the bedroom, to both of you but mainly gojo since he’s so bratty and suguru hates that (secretly loves it)

sometimes gojo will fuck you whilst he gets fucked by geto

aftercare is a MUST for both gojo and geto

especially after an intense session

sometimes you end up slipping into sub space which can be a problem since they both hate seeing you that way

they instantly cover you with kisses, hugs and so much praise

bath time always happens after, the boys joining you

you even have a little snack or a big snack depending on how rough the session was

after you’re all taken care of, the boys and you hop into a clean, fresh bed and fall asleep in each others’ arms <3

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Michael Kaiser Profile from Egoist Bible Vol.2 (2024)

Nationality: German.

Weapon: “Kaiser Impact”

Birthdate: December 25th.

Age: 19 years old (At the start of the Neo Egoist League)

Zodiac sign: Capricorn.

Birthplace: Berlin, Germany.

Family structure: Father, himself.

Height: 186 cm.

Foot size: 28 cm.

Eyesight: 0.9 in both eyes

Blood type: A.

Team: Bastard Munchen.

Dominant foot: Right.

Grip Strength: 80 kg.

Favorite soccer player: None.

Age started playing soccer: 15 years old.

Motto: "Become the symbol of the impossible"

Nickname: Blue Rose Emperor.

Strengths: Looking down on all other “humans”.

Weaknesses: I have a crazy bedhead. I wake up grumpy.

Favorite food: Bread crust rusks. When I was a kid, I used to make them with discarded bread from the sandwich shop in my neighborhood. The sugar and garlic flavor are so damn good.*

Disliked food: Milk. It brings back bad memories. And I simply hate the smell. Disgusting. Fucking nasty.

Best rice accompaniment: I don’t eat rice that often. Do tell me what’s good.

Hobbies: Reading. Psychology and Philosophy. I’m interested in the principles of human behavior.

Favorite season: Winter. Because loneliness suits me.

Favorite music: "Desperado" by Eagles.

Favorite movie: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

Character color: Metallic Blue.

Favorite animal: Stray dogs.

Best subjects: I didn’t take classes seriously.

Weak subjects: I didn’t go to school so I don’t know.

Fetish: Face of Despair fetish. I want to taste the depth of that person.

What makes you happy: Being regarded as an enemy. Just thinking about destroying them gives me thrills.

What makes you sad: Presents. I don’t know how to react to them. Don’t fucking need them. Just get the fuck out.

Ideal type: Someone beautiful, intelligent, and affectionate. 

Last year’s valentine day chocolates: 800. I heard they were delivered to the team's clubhouse.

Sleep time: 8 hours (7 hours+1 hour nap)

Where do you wash first in the bath?: Left chest.

Favorite smartphone app: Health app. Every morning I check my pulse, and I feel alive looking at the numbers.

Mushroom or Bamboo Shoots?: What are you talking about? Chocolate? Mushroom is fine then.**

What made you cry recently: When I squeezed my neck, tears came out. I looked at my face in the mirror and laughed.***

At what age did you stop receiving presents from Santa?: Never received any. Santa doesn’t exist.

What did you ask for a Christmas present from Santa?: Freedom.

What would you do on your last day on earth?: Regret. Thinking of how I could’ve lived my life differently. If tomorrow were my last day, I think I'd regret it.

What would you do if you received 100 million yen?: Whatever. Maybe I’d buy a rose garden.

What do you do on your days off?: Take a long shower, read, think about people I want to kill and about myself, take a shit then go to sleep.

What would you be doing if you hadn’t discovered soccer?: Committing crime. Starving to death

Who is your favorite historical figure?: Nietzsche. Freud. Napoleon. I’d like to talk to these three.

If you could only bring one thing to a deserted island, what would it be?: My soccer ball. Where would you go if you had a time machine, to the past or the future?: The future. There’s no salvation in the past, so the future is better. I want to see if there is salvation in the future.

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Notes:*…サンドイッチ屋で捨てるアレをもらって作ってた。 (...sandoitchi-ya de suteru Are o moratte tsukutteta) -> ”...made them using the stuff (bread) that was thrown away from the sandwich shop…”

**Kaiser is German so he wouldn’t know the legendary beef between Team Mushroom or Team Bamboo.

***Kaiser said 自分の首を絞めた時 (Jibun no kubi o shimeta toki) or “When I strangled my own neck”. The verb 首を絞める (kubi o shimeru) is “to wring the neck”, “to strangle.” 

Ness basically said the same thing in chapter.243 -> 自分で自分の首を絞めて･･･!?!?! (Jibun de jibun no kubi o shimete..!?) – and the official translated it as “He’s squeezing his own neck!?”, so we also went with ‘Squeeze’!

[anaargent]

THE BOY IS MINE

Five hargreeves X reader

The reader is Five's long-time partner, tired of waiting for his return, she decide to investigate his whereabouts. (seriously thinking about writing something for our daddy Diego)

- That's enough – I jump off the decaying sofa at Luther's house – you guys stay here and look for Viktor, I'll go after five and lila. - Wasn't the plan for everyone to stay together until they got back here? - Allison murmurs boredly - No, no, we spread out and everyone looks in a different place, right? -Klaus chimes in, only hearing half of the dialogue as he plays with the shiny Christmas tree in front of him.

-Meanwhile, we should standing there admiring Luther's windows? - I gesture with my hands - Hey! They are Victorian models! - Luther exclaims offended, holding the new frames.

-Sorry Luther, they are beautiful honey, they just need some adjustments in the rest of the house – I turn to the giant man in front of him with a loving smile – plan B, I will find them and let them know that the holidays are coming, Let me know when someone find the other two. I wave to everyone already leaving the room, hearing some protests about "following the original plan and Luther questioning Allison if the new frames were good"

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.

Just like your sister Lila, I had the ability to copy powers. It came in handy when the last person you touched was Five, on a rare occasion he let you fix his messy hair, a lame excuse to be affectionate with the grumpy old man. Despite trying, a laugh escapes my lips, remembering the boy's shocked expression at the kind gesture.

-I'll find them - I mutter more to myself as I get off at yet another station on the strange subway, writing down in the small diary in my pocket, a gift from Five, a bit tacky but very useful in the current situation - a stain that looks like a state - I mumble looking at the ceiling - wires ripped out, someone came by here - trying not to create expectations and hopes too high to be crushed after all the frustrations of not finding five and lila, I swallow dry and walk towards the exit.

A beautiful uninhabited field waited outside the station, it looked unkempt, even deserted. Ready to cross off another stop on the agenda, I suddenly stop when I see movement in the distance, it was him. With a more tired and ragged appearance, but it was my five. With longer hair than usual, an old backpack on his shoulder, I couldn't believe I had finally found him.

I take a step away from the hiding place, raising my hand with a huge smile on my lips, relief flooding my body, finally being able to relax after months of searching.

You took too long outside - Lila appeared, involving Five with a smile. That was good, they finally got along and became friends - I miss u - so she kisses him.

My feet were planted on the ground, gravity holding me in that place, in slow motion as I watched my sister, the person I trust most, kiss five, the person I loved most. My hand fell to my side, finally returning to the moment to step back into the darkness, watching as Five tenderly returned the affection and led her inside the small green house.

.

When it finally got dark I left the forest, heading towards the house, I did a space jump and was in the kitchen of the place. everything was very tidy, a small strawberry garden, candles, books. Were the bastards having a teenage romance? I stop myself, taking a deep breath - follow the plan y/n, follow the damn plan.

That was the initial idea, but then here you were, on top of Five's limp and unconscious body, ready to attack him. You probably forgot, amid the bitterness of betrayal, that Five also worked for the commission. Then he was wide awake, as far as possible, his beautiful eyes alarmed and his hands holding his.

Y/N? Is that really you? - he asked dazedly, his eyes still cloudy with sleep, his voice hoarse and low. Unable to bear his puppy eyes, I start to swing in an attempt to get out of his grip, throwing punches in all directions with unbridled rage. - Are you with my sister? - you scream, still punching your stomach, your vision blurred by the tears that threatened to fall.

what? babe, no - five finally manages to stop his attack, breathing hard - let me explain - he starts sitting with you on his lap - explain to me that you are fucking my sister? that she is married to your brother? -his voice sounded bitter and defensive-all that talk about taking it easy was nonsense-you try to get rid of him to leave.

-it's been seven years - five starts with a broken voice, his eyes searching yours in search of something - I thought I would never go again see you y/n - he pauses, looking for words - I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please don't go, hate me, hit me. But don't disappear again darling, I was going crazy, all of us.

-you betrayed me five - your voice sounded more broken than you wanted him to see, how everything affected you more than you would like to admit - I know my love, I don't deserve you, but you are all I have, all I want. Lila and I were torn apart, we spent years looking for a way to get back together, it ruined us. It was survival, a way to not go crazy here alone.

You closed your eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to process everything. Five and Lila lived here for seven years, and somehow created a relationship, you still felt betrayed, the memory of how the two of you were together earlier haunting you like a ghost,his arms wrapped around her, like he did with you. Then you look at Five, his clear eyes chasing you like a sun, they looked so sad and melancholic, waiting for salvation.

You smile sadly, raising your hand to his long hair, carefully combing the unruly strands. Five closes his eyes, visibly relaxing under your touch - I dreamed every night that you were here - he comments in a low voice, unsure - that you found me and then you left again, as if you had never come, then I woke up and you not here.

-im here - you speak softly, not wanting to break the fragile moment you shared, your eyes dropped to your lips, jealousy consuming you every moment. Then five placed his hand on his face, with devotion and fear, fear that everything was just another lived and cruel dream, her lips just touched his, they were dry and trembling. It was a soft kiss, afraid that a sudden movement would break it. Your hands traveled to his shoulders as a warm bubble enveloped them.Then the memory of the kiss between him and Lila appeared in your mind, taking the best of you. Your hands became rough for a moment, pulling Five's hair with more force than necessary, a kind of punishment for his actions,the poor boy could do nothing but accept the harsh treatment with a slight grunt escaping his lips .

-let's go home my dear, there we will remind you who you belong to.

[backtothedrawingboard]

Chinning

Jax x Reader

Summary: You and your friends tried to hang out, but it was quickly interrupted by Jax, who decides to exhibit some unusual affection towards you.

CW: None

TW: None

AN: This is based on a headcanon of mine that I've been seeing other people have as well. For those that don't know, chinning is what rabbits do as a form of claiming territory and belongings. Still, this story may be interpreted as either romantic or platonic.

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You had gotten close to Jax over the course of several months. He was...an $!?hole, yes, but he still looked out for you in his own way. That way usually involved playing around with you and standing close, giving the others threatening glares.

He was surprisingly touchy with you compared to the others and usually went out of his way to give you shoulder nudges or hair ruffles. You didn't mind. He could be a little rough at times, but he generally kept it at friendly touches.

You glanced at the clock in the common area. Ugh. It was still broken. The minute hand just spun around in a rapid circle. You flopped on the couch and put an arm over your face. So boooorrredddd. You rolled onto your belly and buried your face in your arms. Maybe a nap would make the time pass faster.

You dozed a bit before feeling a weight on either side of you. You looked up and turns your head to look up and behind yourself. Pomni, Gangle, and Ragatha had joined you and were sitting at your head and feet.

"Hey, Y/N. Mind if we join you?" Ragatha asked.

You shook your head with a stretch and yawn. "Of course not," you said sleepily. "Could always use some company." You shifted so your friends could get more comfortable. Gangle, who sat at your head, absentmindedly played with your hair. You closed your eyes with a little sigh.

You yelped as a weight fell heavily on top of you. You heard Ragatha yell out, "Jax!" Of course. Of course. Of course. You looked up to see the rabbit sitting on your back with his hands propping his head up. He looked down at you with a smug smirk.

"What's up, doc?" he teased. You rolled your eyes.

"You're heavy," you protested. He just shrugged and wiggled to get more comfortable.

"That's rough."

Gangle raised a ribbony hand nervously. "Um. Jax? I think you're hurting the- ACK!" The rabbit shoved the girl off the couch by the face, causing her to land on the floor and break her mask.

"JAX!" Ragatha yelled.

The bunny raised his hands innocently. "Whaaat? She started it," he said with a grin. The doll glared at him. The most evil glare you had ever seen. It looks could kill, Jax would've imploded by now. And he seemed to know that.

"Jeez..." he mumbled. He got up off of you with a grumpy pout. "I'm going, I'm going. Whiny."

You stretched when the bastard was fully off of you and then set your face back in your arms. After a second, you felt something warm nuzzle against your head. You looked up in confusion. "Wha-?"

Jax. It was him. Of course it was. But he was...oddly affectionate? He was nuzzling his cheek and chin against your forehead. You flushed red.

"J-Jax?" you stuttered. "What're you- what're you doing??" You pulled away a little.

The rabbit stood up. He scratched the back of his head. "Oh, don't complain. It's just a nuzzle. See ya." He turned and walked away, waving without looking back at you. You blinked in confusion and rubbed your forehead with the back of your hand.

Pomni patted your head. "You ok? That was...weird," she said slowly. You nodded. "Oh, yeah. Fine. Just...confused. Think I should go check on him...?" He never did anything like that. You tried showing him affection outside of friendly nudges, but he always just whined and wriggled away.

Ragatha scoffed and rolled her one non-button eye. "You kidding? He probably just did that to freak everyone out," she grumbled.

You sat up and looked down at your lap. "I know...But still. He doesn't usually act like that. He's too...defensive. His walls are too thick."

Pomni and Gangle looked between each other and then back at you. "You know how he thinks. Go talk to him," the jester agreed. Ragatha gave your arm a squeeze and then hugged you.

"Don't let him bully you, alright?" she muttered.

You smiled and nodded, hugging her back. "I won't. I'll smack him upside the head. I promise."

You got up and jogged along to the direction Jax went. It looked like he went down to his room, so you headed there. You knocked on the door and squealed. You were immediately scooped up by a flurry of purple fur.

"You're back!" Jax hugged you close and closed the door, carrying you to the bed. He tossed you onto it playfully and pounced on you. You squealed in surprise.

"Jax!" you protested. "What're you-?!" You paused when you saw his tail wagging rapidly. Ohhh. So he wanted to play. You grinned at him. "So we're playing it that way, huh?"

He pushed you encouragingly. You pounced on him in return and wrestled with him playfully. He growled and pinned your shoulders down.

"Wow. You're weak," he mocked. You rolled your eyes.

"It's almost Ike you're stronger than me. And always have been," you said sarcastically.

"&$!? yeah, I am." He leaned down and nuzzled his cheek and chin against your face. You spluttered and giggled a little.

"Hey! What're you doing, weirdo?!" You pushed at his face halfheartedly. He just purred softly and nuzzled you more. He let you go and flopped down on his side, resting his face up under your chin.

You smiled at his now peaceful demeanor. You scratched between his ears gently. He adjusted his head so you scritched the base of his ear. As you did, he purred and twitched a little in contentment.

You grabbed the tv remote and turned it on a random show. Jax peeked up from your shoulder to looked at the screen.

You were gonna have to do more research in rabbit behavior.

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[abiatackerman]

Morning kisses and pancakes

The sun's gentle rays filter through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You're cocooned in blankets, still lost in dreams, while Levi lies beside you, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath as he sleeps peacefully, hugging you tightly.

As the soft light of the sun falls on both of your faces, Levi's eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft light. His gaze lands on you, and for a moment, he forgets the world outside these four walls. Your hair spills across the pillow, and your lips are slightly parted. Vulnerable. His heart clenches.

After a long tiring week in the survey corps, you and Levi have returned to your "HOME" for the weekend.

The "HOME" which is a little bit away from the town and people. The "HOME" which both of you made together with love....

He carefully untangles himself from you, trying not to disturb your sleep. Quietly, he slips out of bed and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast, a simple yet meaningful way he expresses his love. About an hour later, Levi returns with a tray filled with pancakes and a few pieces of fruit. He learned to cook after you started dating, knowing how much you dislike it, especially since you’re not very good at it.

He smiles slightly when he sees you're still asleep. He sets the tray down on the nightstand, then gently bends down and kisses your neck as he mumbles against your skin.

"Doll, wake up."

You just shake your head and hug his arm in return. Levi gently ruffles your hair as he kisses your cheek.

"Wake up, baby. I have made breakfast for you."

Levi has just called you baby, making you slowly open your eyes. He is extremely affectionate in private.

"I'm a horrible wife."

Levi gently kisses your forehead as you say that.

"No, you're not. You worked hard and you're exhausted. You don't have to cook or prepare breakfast."

He gently pulls you into a sitting position. Then, he picks up a strawberry from the bowl to feed you. You smile widely and eagerly take the strawberry in your mouth.

"What did I do to get a wonderful husband like you?"

"You married me, even though I'm a grumpy old bastard."

Levi mumbles as he gently brushes his fingers over your cheek in a soft, loving way.

"I love grumpy men... You know that."

You chuckle as you reply and take a pancake he made and moan.

"You're such a... Damn good chef."

"Yes, I know."

Levi says as your moans fill the air. Your moans are driving him mad. He can't help it. Every time you make a tiny noise of pleasure he can't help but get hard immediately.

"Doll, don't make those kind of sounds while I'm feeding you."

He speaks in a raspy voice making you laugh.

"Why not? Are you getting turned on?"

"I'm always-"

Levi quickly catches himself and bites the inside of his cheek, preventing himself from just blurting out the truth.

"I'm not getting turned on, Doll. That's gross."

Levi lies though you know he's rock hard by now already.

"You know um, though you were rough last night and that you're hard now....."

You speak as you gulp the last piece of pancake of your hand.

"We can have another love making session after breakfast... What do you say?"

"Yes, Doll. We can have another one."

Levi says in a teasing tone as he eats a pancake, he made himself.

"But only after we finish the weekly cleaning...."

You groan immediately.

"Oh Levi... Come on! Can't we just skip the cleaning for this week?"

"Doll, you know I have OCD. I can't just skip the cleaning."

Levi says in a slightly stern tone, though his eyes are soft . He eats the last pancake as he speaks again.

"It's only for a few hours and I promise, we can have another session today once we're done."

"Nope, we'll clean... But no sex. I'll be tired."

You say in a pissed tone. Because you know Levi's allergic to dust and that he will never skip cleaning.

Levi smirks slightly as he knows he has won the argument.

"Yes, Doll. No sex after the cleaning ."

He says though he knows you aren't being serious about no sex.

Because you both know, you can't keep your hands off him and he can't keep his hands off you......

[huntermoris]

🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛He’s a mean bastard(affectionate)🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Pulled him rather quickly (I think) but like at what cost? Now all I think about is how I was correct with the pervious posts dynamic, and how miss thing would EAT up flirting with all the pretty customers(like you🫵🏼👁️🫦👁️) and Sylus being an awful brat about literally any task except for spending time with mc, what a needy little shit. Love him tho.

Speaking of needy shit Sylus! What do you mean 👏🏼👏🏼“you won’t let another woman have me?’ 👏🏼👏🏼Like stand up my guy. 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Finally, Here’s my little rat collection of sketches for the cat boy. It includes: Argen w/ kitty evol, grumpy cat Sylus, more kitty Argen but with looming grumpy cat Sylus, did I mention grumpy cat Sylus?

This time the treat is ✨solo Argen in blue dress✨

[fluffle-writes]

That cat owners VS dog owners thing but it's two different Yuu's who ended up at NRC and RSA respectively

NRC Yuu deals with the Night Raven guys like a lovingly grumpy cat owner. They call their friends dumbass or bastard in an affectionate way and often pat their friends on the head like a bongo drum if they like physical affection, or keep their distance if they don't vibe with that. They will beat the shit outta anyone who decides to be genuinely mean to their lil shits.

RSA Yuu is high-energy and spoils their friends rotten (and gets spoiled rotten in return lol.) They use affectionate nicknames like 'love' and 'angel-face' for their friends and is a cuddly person, brushing a hand through their friend's hair if it seems a lil messy and being very liberal with platonic face smooching. They will beat the shit outta anyone who decides to be mean to their besties.

NRC Yuu 🤝 RSA Yuu

"Don't hurt my favourite people. Or else."

[xariarte]

happy for you that both rockets/raptors games tonight ended up being fun watches <3 i've been rooting for tor since they got iq and rj and was so sad about their injury luck this season, they're such a tough team to play when everyone's available, i'm glad their season is trending back up! lowkey need a team to root for in the west what is your rockets sales pitch/what got you into them?

hi anon!! sorry for taking eons to answer this one! i thought a lot about this ask and honestly i have no idea how to sales pitch the rockets on Tumblr.com because the Houston Rockets are a main rival of the Golden State Warriors and Dallas Mavericks, two of the BIGGEST sections of NBA Tumblr 😂 and also with the upcoming potential opponent for the seventh seed...well...

anyway i’ll do my bestest 😎

how i got into the rockets (link here for a longer answer): after vanvleet walked away from the raptors, i was like, “i wonder how that old man jerk is gonna fare with a bunch of early twenty year olds when he couldn’t even handle scottie b” and then the younger core got me with all their fun personalities + lots of overlap from team canada dbrooks so i stuck around lol

my sales pitch: listen every single team in the league is lovable, so yes, the houston rockets are also super lovable (unless you’re a fan of one of the teams i listed in the first paragraph lol) BUT if you like defense, if you like a good underdog who wants to prove themselves after so much heartbreak (tanking), if you like trash talking, if you like up and coming youngsters, then the rockets are a good team to look into!!!

a brief summary of the younger core players

alperen sengun #28 (i like to call him alpey but the correct spelling is alpi): the turkish delight center of the team, he's always happy, learned his english through jalen green, the most affectionate rocket, is the hype man for the team, likes to be coached extra hard, and one of his shots is called the flamingo (because he shoots it with one leg off the ground)

amen thompson #1 (i call him demon puppy but his nickname is twin): the best youngest player on the team, he used to bully ausar when he was younger so god gifted him with coach ime udoka and veteran dillon brooks

tari eason #17 (nicknamed tari): the funniest rocket on the roster, besties with jabari, defensive beast, was a little held back from injuries over the years, and grew up watching documentaries

jalen green #4: the star shooting guard of the team but can kind of be inconsistent, the prettiest on the roster, has flourished underneath fred vanvleet's leadership and will never leave the house without black nail polish on

jabari smith jr. #10 (i call him jaba or bari): used to bake when he was younger, loves strawberry flavoured desserts, his father played against lebron james, gets affectionately bullied by tari constantly, and constantly yaps to dillon on the bench

reed sheppard #15: is the rockets newest young core member, was the best shooter in his draft class, has been adopted by steven adams (and they went to the houston rodeo together)

cam whitmore #7: may be the second prettiest young core rocket next to jalen green, likes to trash talk a little more than the others, has crazy dunks, and hasn't gotten that many minutes this season

the beloved veterans (not as important but provide support)

dillon brooks #9 (i call him rat bastard no apologies): he brings the defensive energy, gets out scuffled by his own team, is somehow canadian, is somehow from my city, is somehow still alive, xar be nice to dillon challenge (mission failed), um…oh he's having the best 3pt shooting year of his career (ok fine i guess we need him)

fred vanvleet #5 (i call him milf gnome or old man jerk give or take): the grumpy mother hen, udoka's right hand man, all the younger core rockets loves him, is a sengun merchant, and pays for everything (he earns $43M per year so he has to)

jeff green #32 (or unc jeff): has a pre-game handshake with jalen, bullies everyone on the team, sometimes gets called grandpa, is JG squared with jalen green, is a part of the stay ready crew with jock and aaron and tate

jock landale #2 (nicknamed the saucy aussie): has a really thick australian accent, bullies everyone on the team, has mother hen vibes, is our backup backup center, rarely shoots threes and likes red frogs candies

jae'sean tate #8 (called tate): god's strongest soldier bc he's the one veteran who has been on the team throughout the tanking years and is close to bari and tari

aaron holiday #0: is jrue holiday's brother, is the backup point guard, and usually shoots the three pretty well

steven adams #12 (nicknamed stevo): a beloved beautiful kiwi center, run into him on the court and you will die because he's so strong, and combines with alperen for a double big lineup

[monstersandmaw]

So as well as working on another grumpy monster for Patreon (male shire centaur x female reader this time), and Oats the Biker Dad Kelpie Part Two, and a few other projects, I've just started a 'reverse harem' yautja thing. It's not actually yautjas - they're the same thing as I did for Big Red's multi-chapter story a while back, which was basically me taking my yautja barbie dolls and putting them in my sandbox. No actual legit yautja lore applies - I just borrow what I like and make up the rules as I go :)

But anyway, there's a young hunter who's been sent to earth to make his first kill of their 'enemy' (discount xenomorphs). The fem. reader is a biologist studying frogs in a remote, nondescript forest, and gets snatched up by some drug runners. The not-xenomorph comes across their camp that night though, and starts killing the drug smugglers, then the not-yautja arrives and starts killing too. He finishes off the humans, sets the biologist free, then gets into a spot of trouble with the not-xenomorph. After dispatching the not-xenomorph, he collapses, gravely injured, and the human saves him.

They bond a bit while he heals, but not long after, his squad comes to get him, and she meets the rest of the gang: an elder who's quietly affectionate and fond of his crew, the medic who's sweet and shy, the big muscle of the group who's surprisingly gentle, and the scout, who's a bitter bastard. Oh, and they all kind of seem to be mated... which she discovers when she accidentally walks in on the big guy getting very aggressively railed by the scout...

I can't wait to introduce you to them, but I'm busy for the rest of the day now and I'm not around tomorrow, so hopefully I can finish it on Thursday, if it doesn't turn into another mega monster story like Big Red's did.

[eowynstwin]

We already know your take on how Soap acts when he’s drunk (lil horny bastard) but how do you think the rest of the guys act when they are drunk? Do you see silly scenarios occurring when they are all inebriated and acting a mess?

Here's a little something I wrote for Price! I picture him as a bit grumpy and sleepy but affectionate.

I think Ghost doesn't like to be drunk because he doesn't want to lose control of himself, so it's not often that you'll ever see him drunk. However I think he has a pretty high tolerance, so he can drink a lot. More often than not he babysits when the sergeants want to let loose. If he ever does have too much, I think he just slows down, and probably even mellows out. He'll laugh more easily, and things just seem to be softer around the edges. (I think that's another reason he avoids drinking; the numbness is too tempting to indulge. The last thing he wants to become is his father.)

Gaz, when drunk, is giggly and giddy and really fun to be around. He's always nice, even when sober, but he's drunk girl in a club bathroom levels of sweet when he's drunk. Like Ghost, though, I think he doesn't drink very often, but it's more about practicing discipline than it is retaining control. He's a sergeant in the SAS, he shouldn't do silly things like get shit-faced and dance all night. However, if you get him and Soap together, ALL sorts of shenanigans happen, because they're too close in age not to get into trouble together.

[hexpea]

Epilogue - Buttercup Buttercups are childish and represent new beginnings and general happiness.

The hospital doors slid open and the warm sunlight spilled onto the walkway as you stood holding the car seat by the handle. You impatiently waited, sore as hell, for Naoya to pull the van around to pick you up at the front of the hospital. Eventually, he pulled up in the large vehicle, immediately parking it and hopping out, rushing over to grab the car seat from you and help you inside.

"Alright, let's get him settled in," he said, his gaze hyper-focused on getting the car seat adjusted properly in the very back of the van as you climbed into the seat next to it.

You smiled, carefully adjusting the straps against your son's chest, making sure they were perfectly in place. "You ready for your first car ride, sweetheart?" You cooed softly to the baby, his tiny fingers spreading out as he gave a little, squeaky yawn.

Naoya had climbed back into the driver's seat, glancing back to check on the two of you. "You need any help back there?" He asked, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. The man had faced terrible cursed spirits, dealt with stressful clan politics...but this was what made him nervous?!

"I've got it," you replied, your voice calm and reassuring. You finished adjusting the straps, using your fingers to check and make sure they were neither too loose nor too tight. "You just focus on getting us home in one piece."

Naoya chuckled nervously, turning the key in the ignition. "Right, driving. I can do that."

As you adjusted the car gently accelerated forward, your son let out a tiny, disgruntled noise, his face scrunching up in protest. "So fussy..." you said softly, brushing a fingertip across his cheek.

Naoya glanced in the rear-view mirror, his brows furrowed. "Is he okay? Does he need something?"

"He's fine, just not a fan of the car seat yet," you reassured him, giving the straps another check.

As Naoya continued down the road, onto the expressway, you leaned back in the seat, keeping a close eye on the baby. He made a few more grumpy noises before finally settling down, his eyes fluttering closed. Like father, like son...

"He sounds like he's peaceful now," Naoya said, glancing up in the mirror again as he heard the sounds of an infant's active sleep.

"Yeah, seems like he has to get used to everything, huh?" You replied softly, your eyes never leaving your son's tiny face. "He's already been through so much in just a few days."

Naoya laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound compared to the old, snarky and arrogant scoffs that you were used to. "Well, he is a Zenin, isn't he? Tough little guy."

You smiled, feeling a surge of love for your two boys. "Yes, he is," you gently took the infant's hand as he slept, affectionately shaking it slightly between your index and thumb. "And he's got a pretty amazing dad to look up to," you used a baby voice to speak toward your son. You were genuinely proud of the progress he had made, going from a ruthless, arrogant bastard to a more soft and loving man, at least with you.

Naoya's cheeks flushed at your compliment and he quickly cleared his throat to control himself. He gave a modest shrug. "Just doing my best," he gave an awkward laugh. "You know, I was thinking...maybe we should stop for takeout on the way home. Celebrate a little."

You smiled up at him, looking at his amber eyes in the rear-view mirror as they focused on the road in front of him. "Actually, I had somewhere else in mind."

Naoya looked at you with interest, those amber eyes looking at yours directly through the mirror, their sharpness making your heart flutter. His eyebrows raised, "oh yeah? Where's that?"

You reached into the hospital bag where your purse was and pulled out a small piece of paper with an address written on it. "Can you plug this into the GPS?" You asked, handing it over to him.

He reached behind him, his fingers wiggling expectantly as you leaned forward to give the paper to him. His eyes scanned the unknown address before nodding and using one hand to enter it into the GPS. He could at least tell that it was an address in a small neighborhood almost an hour away. "Where is this place? Who are we going to see?"

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture, feeling a bit nervous from the decision you had made. "It's someone I'd like our son to meet."

Naoya's expression shifted to one of confusion. "Someone to meet? Who?"

You hesitated for a moment, staring down at your son who squirmed in his sleep. "It's...your mother."

Naoya's expression darkened immediately, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "My mother?" He spat, the warmth in his voice replaced by a familiar coldness. "Why the hell would I want to see that bitch? She abandoned me."

You felt a knot form in your stomach, but you remained calm, determined to push through his initial reaction since he didn't know the truth. "Naoya, there's more to the story than you know. She deserves a chance to meet her grandson."

He let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh and grating. "A chance? She had her chance when I was a child, and she blew it. She walked out on me."

You knew that it wasn't going to be easy. Naoya's feelings about his mother were deeply rooted and you had to tread carefully. "Naoya, please, just hear me out. Your mother loves you...she visited you while you were in your coma. Your father forced her to leave. He thought that she made you too soft."

He scoffed, the arrogance seeping back into his tone. "Forced? She couldn't handle having a powerful son, that's the truth."

You shook your head, feeling a surge of frustration. "No, Naoya. It really was your father. He made her leave. He made sure she could never see you again."

Naoya's eyes flickered with a mixture of confusion and anger as he glanced at you in the rear-view mirror. "That's bullshit. My father would never do that."

You met his gaze in the mirror, your voice firm but gentle. "He did, Naoya. He thought she coddled you too much and didn't want you to be a 'weak' heir to the clan," you used finger quotes as you spoke. "She wanted to be a part of your life, but she couldn't. She deserves a chance to explain herself, to see her grandson."

He clenched his jaw, the conflict evident on his face. "I don't know if I can forgive her," he muttered, his voice low and strained. "Not after everything."

You leaned forward endearingly. "It's not about forgiveness, Naoya. It's about understanding. For our son's sake, at least hear her out."

He huffed as his expression hardened once more, his palms twisting against the steering wheel. "Fine. But if this is some kind of trick, I won't hesitate to leave. And I won't be kind about it."

You nodded and gave a nervous sigh. "I know. Just give her a chance, please? For me?"

Naoya's grip on the steering wheel tightened again as he turned his attention back to the road. The rest of the drive was filled with tense silence, the only sounds being the soft, squeaky breathing of your sleeping son and the hum of the car engine.

Finally, you arrived at Mizuki's address. Naoya parked the car, his eyes narrowing as he took in the simple surroundings. "This is it?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, this is it."

Naoya let out a deep breath, his anger barely contained. "Let's get this over with," he muttered, his old self slipping through the cracks of the man he'd become.

You carefully began removing the car seat, grabbing it by the handle as you moved out of the vehicle. The newborn gave little squeaks as he sleepily yawned against the sudden movement. Naoya reluctantly followed you to the front door, his arms tightly crossed as he stood beside you while you rang the doorbell. After a few moments, Mizuki opened the door, her gentle eyes and sweet smile greeting you. Her gaze softened as she looked down at the car seat in your hand.

"Y/N," she greeted, her voice warm and welcoming. She leaned down, peering into the car seat, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her grandson. "Oh, look at him... He's absolutely precious," she cooed softly, reaching out to gently touch his tiny hand. You watched as the corners of her eyes started to glisten. 

Naoya stood rigid beside you, his arms still tightly crossed, his eyes fixed on the ground. He hadn't looked up since she opened the door.

Mizuki's gaze then shifted to her son, and she inhaled sharply. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took a step forward, her hand trembling as she reached out to cup Naoya's cheeks. "Naoya," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "My sweet boy..."

Naoya flinched at her touch, his eyes squeezing shut as he tightened his jaw. He then opened his eyes and they slowly widened in surprise. He stared at her, the anger and confusion mixing with a flicker of vulnerability. "You...you abandoned me," he muttered with a hint of aggression in his voice. You couldn't believe those were the first words he'd said to his mother after all the years they were separated. You wanted to speak up, to scold him, but you stayed out of it.

Mizuki shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, Naoya. I never wanted to leave you. Your father...he forced me to go. He thought that I was a weak influence. I fought so hard to stay, but he wouldn't let me. I never stopped loving you. Never."

Naoya's expression wavered, his resolve crumbling under her words. Hearing it from her own lips made something inside him crack. He took a step back, his jaw clenched, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. "You...didn't want to leave?" He whispered, the pain in his voice evident.

Mizuki nodded, her hands still gently holding his face. "Yes, and I love you more than anything in this world. I visited you when you were sick thanks to Y/N, but I couldn't stay long with your father being around. I'm so sorry, Naoya. I wanted to be there for you." She gently released his face and gave him a gentle smile.

A rare tear slipped down Naoya's cheek, and he quickly wiped it away with an air of embarrassment, his breath hitching. "I...I didn't know," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Mizuki pulled him into a tight embrace, her own tears soaking into his hakamashita. "I'm here now," she whispered, her voice filled with determination. "And I want to be part of your life, and my grandson's life, if you'll let me."

Naoya hesitated for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her, his body stiff as another tear streamed down his cheek, one he couldn't wipe away. His eyes darted to you as if to look for reassurance, you gave a soft smile in return and shrugged. "I...don't know if I can forgive you," he admitted, his voice muffled into her hair. His words didn't make sense considering Mizuki's explanation, but you knew that time would heal those wounds. "But...we can try."

Mizuki nodded, her embrace tightening. "That's all I ask. Just give me a chance." After a few moments, she pulled away and wiped her tears, giving Naoya a watery smile. "Come inside," she said softly, gesturing toward the door, a peace offering.

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Naoya gave you a small nod, his hand reaching for yours as you followed Mizuki inside.

That evening back at the estate, after a tiring day of leaving the hospital and visiting Naoya's mother, you decided to take a much-needed shower. The events of the day had been emotionally draining and the hot water cascading over your tired muscles felt like a balm to your soul.

After your shower, you quickly dressed into something comfortable and stepped into the nursery -- that guest room Naobito had been so protective of now acted as your son's living space. There, you were met with the heartwarming sight of Naoya sitting in the rocking chair with his feet up and crossed on the matching ottoman, feeding your son a bottle. He cradled the baby in his arms, his usually sharp features softened with an expression of pure love and concentration. The sight made your heart swell with affection.

Naoya glanced up as you entered, a rare, gentle smile playing on his lips. "He's eating well," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Must have been all that crying in the car on the way home."

You chuckled softly, moving to lean against the crib. "We're all adjusting here."

Naoya nodded, his eyes never leaving your son's face. "I know. It's just...crazy how much he depends on us. Makes me realize how fragile life is."

"And your recent illness didn't teach you that?" You chuckled as he gave you a playful glare in response. You reached out, brushing a stray lock of bleached hair from Naoya's forehead as your eyes remained on his, his gaze softening with the look you were giving him. "You're doing great, you know that?"

He shrugged modestly, grinning up at you with a cocky smile. "Just doing my best," he repeated his words from earlier but this time with a hint of pride.

Once the bottle was empty, you watched as Naoya carefully adjusted him atop his shoulder. He gently patted his back until a soft, satisfied burp escaped his lips. Your son lazily opened his little eyes and blinked up at you, his tiny mouth forming an adorable 'O' shape.

After his feeding, the two of you made your way to the nearby bathroom. You both worked together, gently undressing your son on the bathroom counter and wrapping him in a soft, fluffy towel. The baby made a few protesting noises, his face scrunching up as the cool air hit his skin. Naoya carefully placed him in the little plastic tub. The little one let out a high-pitched wail as he felt the sensation of a warm, damp rag against his skin, his tiny fists flailing in the air. 

"Shh...it's okay," you cooed as you wiped him down to gently clean his delicate skin. 

Naoya looked a bit overwhelmed as he watched behind you, his brow furrowed with concern, the expression almost reminiscent of his usual irritation. "He's really not happy about this," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. 

"Babies usually cry during their first baths," you reassured him. "It's such a new sensation. He'll get used to it." 

Despite your calming words, the baby continued to cry, his little face turning red with effort. Naoya's expression grew more anxious, his hands clumsily trying to help by moving the towel he was wrapped in in an attempt to keep him warm. "What if we're doing it wrong?" He asked, a note of rare panic in his voice. 

You smiled softly, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "We're doing fine. He's just being a baby."

Eventually, the bath was over, and you lifted your son from the little plastic tub, keeping him wrapped up in that fluffy towel. He continued to fuss as you carried him back to the nursery and placed him on the changing table.

Naoya quickly took over, the two of you taking turns with your duties. He carefully dried the baby and began to put on a new diaper. Just as he was about to fasten it, a tiny stream of pee shot up, hitting him square in the chest."

"Oh for the love of--!" Naoya exclaimed, jumping back in surprise while keeping a careful hand on his son. His expression was one of shock and exasperation.

You burst into laughter, unable to contain yourself. Your cheeks gained a pink hue as you tried to catch your breath. "Welcome to parenthood," you said, still giggling. 

Naoya grumbled, his cheeks also flushing with embarrassment as he began to unbutton his shirt. "This little guy is already testing my patience."

You took over, expertly finishing the diaper change and slipping your son into his cozy pajamas. "There we go, all clean and ready for bed," you said, leaning forward to kiss the baby's forehead. "Now, you go clean up,"  you added to Naoya, giving him a nudge as you picked up the infant. 

He sighed dramatically but couldn't hide his smile. "Fine, fine. But next time you're on diaper duty," he teased, heading back to the bathroom.

As Naoya showered, you rocked your son gently in your arms, humming a lullaby and swaying from him to hip to put him to sleep. His eyes fluttered close and he let out a contented little huff, his little arms twitching in the beginnings of sleep. 

Naoya returned just as you placed the infant in his crib, baby monitor adjusted perfectly so you always had an eye on him. He stood in the doorway, watching you with a soft expression as you laid him down. "You really are amazing," he said quietly. 

You smiled up at him, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "Thanks," you giggled quietly as you walked toward him, giving one last glance at your baby before leaving the room to go to your own. "I think we're doing a pretty good job so far." 

He walked with you toward your bedroom, a small smirk playing on his lips as his pinkie finger laced with yours as your sock-feet padded down the hardwood floors. "Yeah, we are," he agreed with a bit of pride. 

The two of you slid into bed together, the soft glow of the television casting a flickering glow across the room. The evening news played quietly in the background, almost like a soothing white noise that barely registered in your consciousness. Instead, your focus was on the small screen of the baby monitor, where your son laid peacefully asleep. 

You propped yourself up on one elbow, staring at the tiny, serene image on the monitor. "I can't believe we actually have a son," you murmured, a note of awe in your voice. "It feels like just yesterday we were at each other's throats with the news of our engagement."

Naoya laughed, a husky sound that now made your heart flutter instead of shudder. "Yeah, it's crazy how things have changed. I never imagined I'd ever feel something like this. In fact, a year ago the thought itself would've made me want to throw up." His eyes were trained on you instead of the monitor. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "But I'm glad we did."

You smiled, leaning into his touch and briefly meeting his gaze. "Me too." Your thoughts drifted to the events of the day and you couldn't help but think of his mother. "It was good seeing your mom today. She's really missed you..."

Naoya's expression softened, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Yeah, it was. She's...different from what I remember," he paused, his gaze drifting to the ceiling as he considered his words. "I guess I never really understood how much she went through, not that I actually cared until now."

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "So does this mean you forgive her?"

He huffed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Of course I forgive her. I just wish I would've connected the dots sooner. All this time, I blamed her for something she couldn't control. And I am my father's son. Hadn't you changed me, I would've probably done the same thing my father did." 

You nodded, understanding the weight of his realization. "It's hard to see the truth when you're in the middle of it. But you're here now and so is she. That's what matters." 

Naoya turned to you again, his amber eyes filled with gratitude. "You know, if it weren't for you, I don't think I would have ever found out the truth. Or even cared to find out." 

You gave a sweet smile in return, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye as you held up the baby monitor. "You've come a long way, Naoya. You're a different person now, and I'm proud of you." 

He smiled and rolled his eyes, glancing down at the monitor at his son. "I'm trying, for our son, and for you." He paused, his gaze lingering on your face. "I never thought I'd say this, but...thank you. For everything. 

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "If you're thankful, then I'm thankful. We worked together to get here." 

He kissed you back, his touch lingering and filled with promise. As you settled back against the pillows, his arm wrapped around you, you both turned your attention back to the baby monitor. The sight of seeing your sleeping son brought a sense of peace and contentment that words couldn't fully capture. 

Dates: February 21, 2019 - They leave the hospital as parents and Naoya has a chance to finally reconnect with his mother.