#absolutely would melt me and make me happy for the entire week

[allfearstofallto]

hii! can i make a request?

I've been thinking about angsty things a bit. say if, reader got pregnant, would she hate it? how would scara/childe react? in my opinion, id like to think that scara thinks of this as a way to tie her down to him more, plus its canon he likes kids!! and as for childe i think he'd be very very happy since he has soooo many siblings, (maybe he wants a lot of kids too??)

and..what if reader miscarried? i have this thought of where scara would still be cold to her but give her breaks and more space than usual, but what if reader completely locks herself in and then when he confronts her about it they get into a huge argument, how would scara tackle that, would he resort to abusive tactics and would it increase readers hatred & distance more?

just a brainrot, you dont have to write about it if you're not comfy^_^

This took me so so so long!! I'm so sorry if you were waiting for it!!

I don't typically write for things like pregnancy because it makes me uncomfortable, but I'd be lying if I said I do not absolutely fucking adore angst and hopelessness.

Parasite

Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

Forced Marriage AU

TW: 18+ MDNI, Dark Content, Forced marriage, Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Mentions of Dub/Non-Con

A week late turned into two. Two turned into a month. A month turned into three. And three turned into unusual cravings for foods that didn't go together. Sickness and vomiting clouded the hours of your mornings. Dread filled your body the second you realized what this was. Stress makes your cycles late, you told yourself, stress makes your entire body change, and this was a stressful situation, but stress wasn't causing this, was it?

Scaramouche could tell the changes in you immediately. As someone who constantly kept tabs on your life, it was only fair to assume that he'd noticed your slight fluctuation in weight and lack of asking for your monthly cloths. When you were called into his office, you felt a hot flash all over your body, you assumed it was fear, but it could've also been nausea.

His office was a place filled with dread. The air in the room was too thick and worst of all, he was there. The room made you feel small, the only good thing about it was that he was usually too focused on his mile high stacks of paperwork. Except today. Today his razor sharp gaze was focused on your trembling form as you bowed to him, his eyes following down, then back up.

“Answer me honestly,” he began, hands planted on the wood in front of him, “Are you with child?”

If you could throw up again, you would. Of course, you knew all this time, but you never wanted to say it. You hoped, just hoped and prayed that maybe if you never acknowledged it, it would all go away. It would all be a bad dream. But it was true. There was something disgusting living inside you. And it was his.

“I believe so, my lord,” the words couldn't even completely fall from your lips before you were a blubbering, sobbing mess of anguish and fear. Despite the fact that you were completely breaking down before him, he had a small smile on his face, like he was proud of what he'd done to you.

“That's good,” he said calmly, wiping away your tears and planting a forced kiss upon your face. His touch felt cold as ice, but his hands against you made you want to melt your skin away.

The reaction to the “good news” was immediate, whether that was good or bad was up in the air, but everything changed. The tight obi of all the kimono you owned would put too much pressure on your budding stomach, new one's were ordered to be ready as you grew more in size. Your diet was changed completely, less of the Inazuma raw delicacies and more lean meat and vegetables. Daily classes of calligraphy and tea ceremonies were switched to resting with your feet up or light stretching, everything to keep you happy and healthy during your pregnancy.

The biggest change was Scaramouche himself. A man filled with so much hatred and disgust, was suddenly being kinder. Or trying to at least. You watch him open his mouth to make a comment, only to shut it again in favor of saying something still rude, but less insulting.

The Scaramouche that believed that he could take your body whenever he pleased was long gone, even though that was what got you in this predicament in the first place. He'd taken to leaving you in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom to sate his urges. He'd come back with cold damp hands and lay next to you, a protective hand over your stomach as he kissed your cheek and told you how much he loved you.

The day you saw blood between your legs and felt an aching pain in your stomach was a joyous one indeed. A part of you wanted to scream out in glee, but you didn't want to wake your already on edge husband. The blood that coated your fingers could only mean one thing. One good thing. It was gone. You were free of it. Almost immediately, the dark air that seemed to linger over your body vanished and you let out a sigh of relief.

Scaramouche was informed shortly before breakfast that same morning. You relayed the information to a maid, who then told him, whispering the words in his ear so quietly, it sounded like she was speaking gibberish. His face, his expression, changed to one shock, then horror, then pain. You didn't even know he could make such a face, yet there he was with tears in his eyes.

“Wh-what happened?” There was that tone again. The one you were used to. The anger and distaste for you in his voice. He slammed his fist down on the desk, turning his head away from you as his voice became high and breathy, so desperate for answers, “What did I do wrong?”

You stood in his office awkwardly, even this display from a person you hated, this display of agony was hurting you as well. You thought it would be funny. Seeing the man who pulled you from your home and forced you into marriage in pain was supposed to make you happy, but you felt your own chest clenching, felt your hands tremble.

“I-i suppose…I was stressed, my lord,” you muttered, his already labored breaths hitching at those words. The few months you were carrying that thing inside your body, was when he asked for less from you. He expected you to laze around all day and relax. For your body to fall into a daze like trance of naps and delicious food. He wanted happiness for both you and his child that you carried, yet you were still the most stressed you'd ever been in your entire life, knowing that he had something inside you. Something that would continue to fester and grow, until it eventually ate you alive.

He sat back in his office chair dejected, hurt, and empty. Scaramouche's normally sharp, glaring eyes were wide as he stared at the ceiling, body limp as he bit his lip, “Leave me,” he sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. Had it not been for the quietness of the room, you wouldn't have heard him.

Leave him you did, closing the door as silently as possible and not lingering behind. You felt yourself finally stop tensing, telling yourself that all your woes were over, for now. The thing was gone. You were happy. For once, even if unintentionally, you'd won over your captor.

[the-head-ancho-chilli]

The Hashira’s Favourite Hugs

Happy Valentines day everyone! Enjoy some lovin from your favourite Hashira ^^

Requests and asks are still open :)

Word count: 4k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mmmm

Prepare to be swept off your feet (literally)

Approaching our very own love Hashira and requesting a hug will be met with the same excitement no matter what

“Huh? Do you want a hug? Of course! Come here sweetie, let me hold you for a bit!”

She will be SO HAPPY if you asked ^^

Mitsuri may squeeze you a little, but never too much

Her goal is to get you as close to her as possible, no gap spared between you two

She’s honestly one of the best huggers here

Depending on your height, she’ll either prop her chin on either your head or shoulder

She’s a little warm from her flustering, but still enthusiastic nonetheless

If your head is tucked away, she’ll focus on swaying you both side to side in a rocking motion

Almost as if you two were dancing

But if you face is out in the open, Mitsuri will not waste a second before peppering your entire face in kisses

She tries her best to make you feel loved

Mitsuri absolutely adores hugs so she’ll never turn you down

She likes cooing about how much she loves you while the two of you hold each other

“Oh you make my heart skip a beat! I love you so much!!!”

Compliments will not be held back here, Mitsuri will go above and beyond

SHE MEANS EVERY SINGLE ONE, DONT YOU DARE DOUBT YOURSELF

But even the love Hashira has a favourite hug

Mitsuri was once gone for more than a week on some business that she had to attend to

You missed her terribly, and you grew more worried as time passed by

While lounging in your shared bedroom, you heard the door open and close as your love cheered “Honey, I’m home!”

You sprinted across the house, found Mitsuri and leapt into her arms, yours pulling her in by her neck

Seizing momentum while she had it, Mitsuri spun the two of you around while you were still in the air

But when the two of you had spun enough and she tried to put you down, she realized that your legs were around her waist

You were almost clinging onto her like a koala, and something inside of her melted

She was internally squealing at how affectionate you were :)

Mitsuri’s favourite hugs are ones where she can use her strength, often by lifting you up into her arms

“Sweetie it’s late, let me carry you to bed, okay?”

It just makes her feel strong and cherished

Would absolutely carry you around like this all the time if you let her

Obanai Iguro

He acts like he hates them

Do not underestimate him and the complete unadulterated adoration he has for you and the few people he lets near his heart

Obanai is just not used to that kind of thing, and it really stresses him out

If you asked him for a hug he would just shoot you a critical stare before groaning out an "Ughhh, fine. Come here"

You would be doing all the work here

Even if you have both your arms wrapped around him, your head resting on his shoulder, he still won't move

Obanai is really stiff about it

If you're lucky, he'll MAYBE pat your back unenthusiastically

Truth be told, Obanai doesn't let people touch him often so he wouldn't have much experience in it by far

Now if you ASKED him what is favourite hug is, he would say the side squeeze he gives you in public

Obanai can get overprotective easily, but he doesn't like showing it

He rarely misunderstands when someone is just being nice or affectionate in a platonic manner and when someone is actually hitting on you

If he sees someone making moves on you or just making you uncomfortable in general, he will glide over there and put his hand in your back pocket

Effectively pulling you into a very tense side hug

Obanai wouldn't say anything, but his main line of protection is his very judgmental look at his target

He wants you to believe that he's tough and all, that guarding you from danger is his greatest joy

But Obanai is really soft

His actual favourite hugs are what he refers to as "Sweater Time"

If you have larger sweaters than he does, he will pull the bottom hem of it up for a minute and pull it over his head

If he's taller than you then he just tucks you underneath the hem of his

Basically the two of you are wearing the same, spacious sweater

He's close enough that just fitting into it doesn't make you feel like you need to wrap your arms around him

But Obanai might pull you in if he just really needs your touch

He absolutely loves holding your face and resting his forehead on yours, absentmindedly tracing your jaw

Takes the opportunity to look into your eyes but Obanai doesn’t hold eye contact for long

So very warm :)

Tengen Uzui

Ohohoho

You’re in for a ride, that’s for sure

If you ask Tengen for a hug, he’s gonna be so snarky about it

He’ll make you confirm it like 5 times

“Hmm? You want a hug from the God of Festivals? Ahhh, of course, anyone would want to be in my arms! Come closer and claim you prize from yours truly~”

Tengen will motion you towards him, hinting to put your arms around him

Most of the time he’ll tease you about it, but sometimes Tengen will just flash a smile and pull you in

He’s pretty strong so his hugs are pretty tight by default

You can smell a hint of the cologne he uses, which is never too strong in the first place

Loves pressing you in by the small of your back, he can’t explain why though

Tengen’s hands just gravitate there, no lower or higher

Even when you two are already hugging, Tengen will not be able to resist teasing you

He is RELENTLESS about it too

Even if Tengen gets annoying with how affectionate you can be, he doesn't really mean it

Because every now and then, he just needs you there with him for a bit

It doesn't happen often but Tengen does have nights where he just can't sleep

You wouldn't know if its stress, repetitive thoughts or nightmares simply because he refuses to tell you

When he just lies there in the early hours of the morning, he'll carefully drag whoever is nearest towards him

This particular instance, you barely stirred awake as Tengen lifted your body to lie atop of his

Sensing your arousal from slumber, Tengen already hushes you back to sleep

"It's okay baby," he coos. "Just needed you a little closer. Get some rest"

If you happen to stay awake, he'll continue his attempts to get you to fall asleep again as he would honestly prefer for you to stay asleep when he's like this

Because when Tengen feels the worst of himself haunt his thoughts with all the memories and pain that he carries everywhere, nothing soothes him more than you pulling him closer whilst dreaming

This unconscious "I love you" of yours never fails to bring a sad smile and a few tears of love rolling down his cheeks

Pulls you even closer as he feels joy spread throughout his chest like fireworks

Yes, this is his favourite, and he will reward your efforts with forehead kisses and gently stroking your spine

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Either he has rabies or he just snarled at you

“Why the fuck are your arms like that? Are you looking for a fight?”

If you ask Sanemi for a hug, expect some backlash

See, all you wanted was some affection and somehow he's looking at you like you have two heads or something

"No you jerk, I just want a hug..."

Sanemi is pretty circumstantial with hugs, but he's not like Obanai where he's hiding how soft he really is

In reality, he would prefer that you got a hug from someone else

"Isn't it Mitsuri's day off? She should be in the garden at Shinobu's place"

Due to his workaholic nature, Sanemi doesn't think that he would be the best person for when you want affection

And its not because he hates affection nor does he find you annoying

Sanemi just think that because he's sweaty, covered in a bit of blood and is exhausted beyond belief, that maybe someone else's hug may bring more comfort than he could

But if there's no one else around...

"Mitsuri took a trip to a resort in the mountains, and you're already here"

With a roll of his eyes, Sanemi will acquiesce

"Get over here, you dork"

I will advise you however, that hug will not last more than three seconds

He will be firm in the hug, and maybe he'll give you a few pats on the back, but that's all you're getting

"There, now no more distractions. I've got some unfinished buisness..."

He will immediately turn away and go back to whatever he was doing

Honestly, he's trying to hide how (minorly) flustered he is by your sudden request for affection, but it's not surprising enough for him to let up a little on his unspoken self-consciousness

No, that would take at least a decade of attempts to make any progress

Just take his huffiness with a bit of grace; Sanemi just isn't the best person to go to when you want a hug

But if you come to him with tears dribbling down your cheeks, and a pained expression on your face

If you come to him with opened arms and a few sobs choked in your throat

If you push aside your dignity to allow Sanemi to see you at your worst, and a look in your eyes that shows that he's the only one who can alleviate the pain

"I've got you, I'm not going anywhere. I've got you"

He won't hesitate to immediately pull you in

There's something in the way you hold onto him that makes him believe that maybe, just maybe, he's not as bad as he thought

Hugs like these are his favourite, when he can push out his insecurities and hug you just for the sake of hugging you

Yeah, he's no good for hugging you when you want it

But he's perfect at it when you need it

Shinobu Kocho

She’s kinda iffy with them, but she does have her own preferences

If you approach Shinobu and you ask for a hug, she’ll open her arms to you and motion you toward her

“Oh my, my dear do you need a hug? No need to worry Angel, I’m right here”

She’s definitely shorter than you so she’ll normally press her face into your chest while the two of you embrace

Shinobu likes listening to your heartbeat, and sometimes seizes the opportunity to check your health

Usually she does it because she finds it soothing

Other times, Shinobu just worries even if she knows she has no reason to

Believe it or not but she doesn’t like being held

Shinobu will never breathe a word of it, especially if you’re really affectionate

Would never ask you to stop, she just wouldn’t go out of her way to ask you to hold her

You would think after learning this that Shinobu just doesn’t like physical affection

While cooking some dinner for the two of you, your mind will start to wander about Shinobu

She spends so much time studying medicine that you hardly saw her all day today

You missed her dearly

But then you feel two arms snake around your waist, and someone pressing into your back

The smell of wisteria and rubbing alcohol wafting around you

Yes, it’s true that Shinobu doesn’t like being held

But she LOVES holding you close

In bed she’s the big spoon, she hangs onto you when you share showers, her arms will wrap around your neck when she checks up on you working at your desk

But right now?

You cooking and talking about your day, while she hums along?

Feeling you relax into her touch as she hops up on her toes to press her forehead into your neck?

Yes, this is Shinobu’s favourite

There is no place she would rather be

PLEASE LET HER HYG YOU AS YOU DO STUFF

Shinobu is the type of person where she just loves existing in the same space as you, but with her chest pressed against your back

Overall, back hugs enthusiast

Kyojuro Rengoku

CUDDLE MANNNN

Look me in my eyes and tell me that he isn’t the best hugger here

If you ask Kyojuro for a hug, he would be so honoured to give you one

“But of course my love! Please allow me to give you a proper embrace!”

He’s so soft and warm you could melt away

Depending on how you are when you asked, he will either ask you about your day or stay very quiet for you

Our sunshine boy can brighten even the stormiest days

Kyojuro’s very versatile with affection, so if he knows you have a preference he will heed to it at once

Head scratches, back rubs, shoulder pats, you name it

He’ll do it all for you

If it’s possible in the moment, he will give you a loving kiss on the forehead

With how affectionate Kyojuro is, you would think maybe he doesn’t have a favourite hug but that’s not true

“My love! I have finished my project, sit down with me so I may share it with you!”

You had just came back from the kitchen with two cups of tea, setting them on the coffee table

Kyojuro sat on the floor with his legs crossed, arms open and motioning you towards him

Initially you were confused with how close you stood near him, but Kyojuro still hurriedly motioned you towards him

He softly held onto your hips, turning you away from him, and pulled you down so you sat on the floor with him

You were basically sitting in Kyojuro’s lap

He had one arm around your waist, using the other hand to pull the box he was working on for the past couple weeks across the table towards the both of you

It was a time capsule of various items and mementos of time spent with you and his friends

Although the two of you were reminiscing on the memories made , Kyojuro’s focus lied in how comfortable you were to hold in his lap

He fantasizes of turning you around to face him so he could be all romantic and look into your eyes

But yes, Kyojuro’s favourite hugs are the ones where you are seated in his lap

If you want to hug him as well, Kyojuro will spin you around so you can cuddle all you’d like :)

Big or small, he can handle you no problem

Don’t ever worry about being too heavy ^^

Giyu Tomioka

Also iffy but for different reasons

To be completely honest Giyu has no idea what he’s doing

And he doesn’t know if he should tell you

The last thing he would want is to come off as unapproachable (even if he’s aware that most of his peers don’t like him)

If you ask Giyu for a hug, he’ll just nod and open his arms slightly

When you close in on the hug though, his arms aren’t even touching you

They just stay there… hovering…

Good grief help this man

“Giyu, what are you doing…” “Hugging you?” He mumbled

HE DOESN’T EVEN SOUND SURE

There’s no way around it, you have to show him how it’s done

“Let me show you Giyu, put your arms like this-“

He’s still learning so please be patient with him

Even after you two practice a couple times, he’s still awkward about it

Very light grip on his end, he feels like if he were to actually put pressure in his hugging it might disturb you somehow

Like what if he's hugging too tight? What if you want to escape his hold earlier than you thought??? What if he's doing this wrong?????

After you two have hugged in a couple other ways, he starts developing preferences

For an example, he likes draping his arms on your shoulders in a way that they fall down your back

Giyu feels like he’s not bothering you too much this way, and it’s natural enough for him to not overthink it

His first natural instinct isn’t usually physical affection, and Giyu wouldn’t even be able to firmly place what his favourite hug would be due to his lack of experience

But one time you greeted him after he came back from a particularly rough mission

Idk he was just standing in the middle of his yard looking lost and worn out

You tried to talk to him but he was unresponsive, so you just pulled him in

His arms still rested at his sides but from the way that his chin rested on your shoulder, you couldn't have seen it but there was a twinkle in his eye

When you pulled away with a smile and bade him goodbye, you genuinely restored something in him

This is Giyu's favourite hug; ones where you just hold him close without an expectation that he has to reciprocate something

Next time you saw him seated at his desk and writing in his journal you noticed it

You almost missed it but it was most definitely there

A tiny smile was on his face as he printed his thoughts onto the paper

Gyomei Himejima

You wouldn’t notice right away, but he’s actually awkward with hugs

This gentle giant is so huge and you’re so small in comparison he doesn’t know what to do

So if you ask Gyomei for a hug, you're gonna have to be more specific

"You want a hug? Of course. May you please elaborate on your preferences?"

Boundaries are very important to Gyomei

He would prefer if you could have a discussion before you need a hug where you list the things you are and are not okay with when it comes to touch

But if neither of you have had that discussion, just describe what you need from this specific case and that'll suffice for Gyomei

Once that's done, Gyomei will only then allow you to wrap your arms around him

The most common tendencies he tends to gravitate to is petting your head and rubbing your back gently

I will warn you that unless you specify that you don't like getting picked up, Gyomei may unintentionally lift you off the ground by a couple inches

Honestly, he forgot how huge he is and he thought you were taller

If you want to return some level of affection to Gyomei, I would suggest singing some praises for him or making generally happy noises :)

He particularly likes it if you coo a small "Dawwwwwww" or let out a pleased hum, it just pulls a wide grin out of him

When you two eventually pull away, he will without a doubt rustle your hair or pat your head

"Are you feeling better? I'm always here for you, remember that"

His biggest priority whilst showing you affection is ensuring that he leaves you in a better state than he found you

Be it physically, mentally, or emotionally, Gyomei will always be ready to take care of you

Even if he's oddly stiff about it

You see, Gyomei is hyperaware of his size and it sometimes conflicts with his confidence in coming off as passive and kind

It's really hard to be perceived as non-threatening when you're 7'2 and one of the strongest Hashira

So he tries to establish boundaries with you not just to respect you and ensure he's not crossing any lines, but also to make him feel safe and comfortable in being affectionate with you

I will add however, Gyomei doesn't have any physical boundaries with you (except killing another living thing without full disclosure)

So imagine his surprise when you ask if you can try lifting him

"You can certainly try- ouf!"

He was interrupted with your efforts to pick him up

Regardless if you manage to get him an inch off the ground, your determination still has him flustered

Gyomei finds your strength and playfulness endearing, letting a soft chuckle at your smaller stature trying to lift his gigantic self

But he'll heartily tell you to put him down before you start to over exert yourself

Gyomei will hold onto you for a little longer in thanks though :)

Because Gyomei's favourite hugs are the ones that make him feel small and cared for, rather than large and nurturing

He appreciates how you remind him of that side of him

Muichiro Tokito (Platonic)

Muichiro needs a good measure of caution if you're going to be affectionate with him

Initially most people would think that it's because you would have to try a couple times to get his attention with the amount of times that he spaces out

But honestly, if you hug him without warning he gets scared

If you ever did pull him into your arms whilst his mind was elsewhere, you can see Muichiro start to panic

He won't say anything about it, just standing very very still

But Muichiro is visibly uncomfortable

I mean think about it, imagine how startling it could be if you were just minding your own business and out of nowhere, someone's in your personal bubble

It makes Muichiro feel like he missed out on something important :/

His shoulders will be shaking as he looks around the person who's hugging him, trying to gauge what kind of situation he's in and what would be the appropriate reaction

Muichiro doesn't really like hugs in general so I wouldn't recommend hugging him in the first place

If anything, Muichiro feels bad because everyone just assumes that because he's a kid that he likes hugs and being coddled

So if you ask him for a hug, he'll politely turn you down

"A hug? Sorry, I'm not a hugger..."

He really doesn't mean it maliciously so please don't hold any hard feelings about it

It's only a personal boundary, he just hopes that you'll respect it

If you want to be affectionate with him, then I would suggest handshakes :)

But I will also raise that there may be a time where Muichiro may want to give you a hug

It's usually when someone accomplishes some kind of feat, and Muichiro just feels really proud of them

So his favourite hugs are the ones that he initiates (usually out of pride)

Muichiro will always do it with his arms wrapped around your waist and pressing his face into your middle

Hugging him back isn't his favourite, but now would be a great opportunity for head pats ^^

Muichiro loves those

Overall you just need to be patient and understanding with Muichiro, and just trust that he will come to you

And you know what, if you really need that hug then Muichiro will at least go out of his way to cheer you up

It just might not be the way that you would expect

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Let me know if I should do this prompt for the Demons too!

Reminder to read the rules before submitting any asks or requests ^^

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MORE SOFT LEON PLEASEEEEEE!!!! Smth like Leon fucks m!reader after their mission together and Hunnigan calls reader while they're doing it and Leon goes even harder, tryna make reader louder during the call ^_^

warnings: nsfw, m.reader, breeding, a wee bit of feminization, sex while on the phone, leon is a jealous baby, daddy kink, marking

word count: 878

note: this was so fun to write, ty for the request! :D

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leon was so cute when he was like this, rutting into your ass while he pinned you to the bed hungrily sucking onto your neck. you two finally got ashley to her home safely after a grueling week in spain, you both were so pent up the whole time, never being able to do more than a quick makeout sesh when you had a second to do so. when you two finally got home he practically pounced on you, grinding into your ass while constantly whining into your neck, begging, pleading for you to let him fuck you raw.

now here you are, leon hovering over you forcing his cock into your tight hole, whispering and whining sweet nothings in your ear, he was practically melting into you. “fuck fuck fuck…baby i needed this so bad, love you i love you s’much love you love love love…” he was absolutely drunk on you and your smell, his brain was practically soup sloshing around in his head. you rolled your hips up to feel some friction on your swollen cock, leon must’ve noticed this since he grabbed your cock and started to stroke it almost violently. your whole body tried to curl up and away from leon’s rough grasp of your cock, it was so much you thought you were gonna die.

“le-leee….not so rough…m-my cock hurts…” you whined trying to slow his hand down from the violent assault on your swollen cock, he whined when you tried to do this. how could you reject the pleasure he gives you? he was just trying to make you feel good, now you’re being so mean to him. “need to make you fe-feel god, please please please wanna make your cock happy…please?” before you could even respond you heard your phone ring, leon halted his movements for a moment watching you as you annoyingly answered the phone. it was hunnigan, you couldn’t really be that mad at her for trying to talk to you after that rough mission in spain. “oh, you actually picked up, that’s surprising. how are you and leon doing?”

before you could answer leon picked up your hips and started pounding into you again, you let out a silent scream before trying to resume the conversation. “he-he’s just fine…just trying! trying. to have a pr-private moment.” leon grabbed the base of your cock with one of his hands while the other twisted it’s palm against your sensitive tip, you arched your back while trying to stop leon from being so rough with you. it was your own fault, how could you answer a call from someone while you're with him? you were being mean to him, how dare you not give him all your attention? hunnigan continued talking only to be met with short choked out responses, you couldn’t hold out anymore, you really did try to act like nothing but the way leon grinded into your prostate had you seeing stars. “fu-fuck leon right there!” you dropped your phone entirely and wrapped your arms around leon’s neck, he moaned into your neck while sucking and biting it. “your so mean to me baby…you ignored me for her. so so mean.” he whined, he was always so possessive after missions and during sex in general but this time it felt different.

“m’sorry leon please please let cum together, yeah? wa-want you to cum in my ass, fuck me like a girl, g-get me pregnant…please?” leon forced your legs up past your head in a mating press, he plowed into you trying to make your request come true. so what if you were a man? he would stop at nothing to breed you with his babies, making sure you're so full with his cum that it oozes out of you. “yes yes yes, i’ll breed you. get you pr-pregnant, make sure no one else takes you away from me. love you i love you fuucck.” he grabs you by your throat to share a passionate kiss with you, everything felt good. your cock slapped against your tummy every time he thrusted into you, you could felt the knot in your belly tightening. “leon! please m’gonna cum please give me your cum…give me your babies, daddy!” leon pulled back giving you a drunk smirk. “that’s right, cum. cum with me baby, gonna fuck you full of my cum. gonna fuck you like you have a womb- fuck i’m cu-cumming!” he held you as close as he could while dropping his full body weight onto you, filling you up with his warm seed. your cum shot up to your chest and neck before you fully settled, finally coming down from your high. you suddenly felt leon’s tongue quickly lap up the cum that was on your body, how could anyone blame him? it was gonna go to waste if he didn’t lick it all up!

“fuck baby, you were so good. so good for me, i love you prince.” you giggled tiredly while sharing a soft kiss, your soft moment was broken by the sound of hunnigan clearing her throat. you could die right then and there, you forgot to hang up the phone before leon pounded you. “uh….hunnigan…?” “save it, i’m just gonna hang up now…hunnigan out.”

[kimbap-r0ll]

Could I request the overblot boys getting a gift basket catered to their tastes for Valentine's Day from their lover while everyone just gets basic candies or chocolates?

Happy Valentine's! This seems cute, I play the NA server so I'm just going to go with the 6 characters introduced so far ^^

Overblot boys receive gift basket for Valentine's from their s/o

Riddle

He would first be super flustered but he would absolutely love it.

Riddle might turn beet red if you do it in front of others, but he'll mutter a quick thank you while trying to hide his excitement on getting something for the special day

He has a sweet tooth! Get him some chocolates and you might see him snacking on a few while he's busy with schoolwork!

Riddle probably gave you a handwritten letter ^^

Leona

Acts annoyed, like he didn't need the basket of snacks but he takes it and places it on his desk back in his room

He's a tsundere, so while he sighs and says that he doesn't care if it's Valentine's or not, he's literally cartwheeling in his heart

He will be finishing that entire basket after a long day of spelldrive practice, he might throw a "thank you" in your direction when you go see him after the session

Will he give you anything? No, he forgot. Buuuuut you can spend the whole day skipping class with him if you want to

Azul

He literally melts on spot. He's never really received heartfelt gifts from people so this makes him almost tear up

The tweels will tease him if you did this in public or at least in front of them. They think it's sweet of you to have given him that though

He also has a bit of a sweet tooth, let alone he loves things that are fairly strong in flavor. When he's particularly stressed he'll be taking a bit of the basket and nibbling on a sweet treat

He gives you a lot of things that day — flowers, a handwritten letter, a dinner out, etc. He just wants to be the best for you

Jamil

I feel like he would also be flustered and kind of a tsundere because he's not used to the affection but he also loves it

He takes the basket really quickly, saying that you didn't need to give him anything but he's thankful and he'll try to leave to his room so he can fangirl by himself

He gets stressed out a lot so expect the snacks to be gone by the next week or even in three days. He makes sure you know he really appreciated it though!

What does he give you? He makes you food of course, but he also just spends the whole day with you and gives you a handwritten letter

Vil

He would act like he was expecting this if you did it in front of other people, but in reality he's almost like Azul in the sense he's like freaking out how wholesome this is

He's super thankful, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead and saying "happy Valentine's" before giving you a small bouquet of flowers

He receives gifts from time to time, but he loves the ones he gets from you the most. He likes some sweet things from time to time, I can imagine him loving dark chocolate so you'll see him with one of your sweets the next time you see him studying his lines for a play

He gives you an accessory or a clothing item you wanted as a gift but he also does a lot of romantic activities with you. You guys will for sure watch a romance movie together

Idia

He's absolutely red in the face when you present to him a small basket of his favorite snacks. He's like "omg a gift! For me?!"

He would hug you shyly as he takes his gift, and in return he shows you something he's made — a small video game related to memories you guys had together! It's really wholesome

I feel like he doesn't get gifts often so he appreciates any and all from you. He forgot it was Valentine's altogether, so it makes it even more endearing for him

Ortho thinks it's cute too! Idia will likely finish all of the snacks while you guys watch anime together

[drewsbuzzcut]

Can you do a blurb of how model reader and kids would celebrate May’s birthday (I know it would be set in the future lol since he is only 27 rn) like how would they wake him up and spend the day with him

Warnings: mentions pregnancy and miscarriage, alcohol consumption, semi smutish, and unedited

“Nols, you have the presents?” You ask your oldest who nods affirmatively and holds up the few bags in his hands.

“I have the breakfast!” Angel shouts and holds up the tray. When he pushes it up, the food starts to slide to the edge, so you quickly steady the tray in his hands.

“I’ll help him, mommy,” Sloane says and grabs one side of the tray.

“Thank you, sweetie. Okay! Let’s go wake up daddy!”

The four of you try to walk up the stairs quietly, but every time AJ’s hold goes crooked, Sloane is quick to correct him.

When you open the door to your bedroom, you see Mat still asleep in your large bed. He’s face down with his arms and hair sprawled out around him. His lips are placed in a pout and his eyebrows are dipped down in a slight furrow. You know he’s in a deep sleep, especially because when he first woke up he was treated with a blowjob that practically sucked his soul out of him.

“Go wake up daddy, Lo,” you grab the tray of food so Sloane can wake up Mat.

She nods her head, but slots her hand in AJ’s so he can go with her. They both jump on the bed and start shaking their father.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up it’s your birthday,” both of your littles shout at the same time as if they had planned what to say.

Mat rolls over, his eyes blinking as he tries to wake up and remember where he’s at. You shuffle your giggle when he finally realizes he’s home and his babies are waking him up.

“Oh my goodness. Thank you, AJ. Thank you my little princess,” Mat says, giving them kisses on their foreheads. AJ smiles, more excited to dig into Mat’s breakfast. Sloane melts into her daddy’s arms. The entire week she has talked about nothing but her dad’s birthday coming up. She’s probably more excited than Mat is.

“Happy birthday, dad,” Nolan says and hugs Mat. Hugs from Nolan have been running sparse, so you know this one means the absolute world to Mat.

“Thank you, Nolie bear.”

“Happy birthday, hotshot,” you whisper, your face lowering to his so you can lock your lips with his.

You try not to let the kiss grow into something that can’t be continued, and the kids collectively saying “ew” helps you pull away.

“Mommy kissing me is not disgusting guys. You’ll be doing the same thing one day. Just not you, Sloane,” Mat giggles which makes Sloane giggle.

“Presents daddy! Open them, I’m hungry,” AJ stresses and pulls the bags from Nolan’s hands.

-

Mat’s birthday dinner is at one of his favorite restaurants in the city, the place filled with his family, friends, and old teammates.

The kids have been on their best behavior and are sitting with their daddy, talking in everything around them when someone comes up to Mat to wish him a happy birthday.

He enjoys a few drinks, mainly because the kids will be spending a night with Scarlet, Mat’s little sister, and Anthony. You have something planned and you want it to just be the two of you.

Dinner goes perfectly. Everyone is joking, telling stories about Mat when he was young and still a hockey player, and it’s nothing but smiles and love. Mat feels like the luckiest person to have such an amazing family and some pretty cool friends.

After a very long session of goodbyes to everyone, including your three babies, you and Mat finally get home. Before you can even tell him that you have a present for him, he’s pulling you into a heated make out.

He throws himself on the couch, pulling you on top of him. You fit easily between his legs and you’re quick to wrap your arms around his neck. You softly jut your hips against his, forgetting about everything for a little while. His tongue slips into your mouth, lapping at you like he never has before. A burst of heat rushes through you and you always underestimate of simple it is for him to distract you.

“Wait. Wait. I have something I want to share with you,” you gasp, forcing yourself away from his lips. You close your eyes for a long minute while you try to clear the fog in your mind. It doesn’t help that Mat literally looks like sex on legs at the moment. His lips are slick and swollen, his eyes are darkened, and you can see his chest peeking out from his top.

“Is it your pussy, because I really want a taste.” He sits up, holding your body to his and whispers in your ear. His voice is sweet, almost innocent, but the way his teeth nip at your skin is anything but innocent.

“Have patience Mr. Barzal. Let me go get your birthday present,” you grin and run off to your room.

“Okay Mrs. Barzal, what’s in your hands?” He reaches for your waist, pulling you back on his lap.

“Open it.”

You watch and wait with bated breath, anticipation overtakes you and keeps you nervous.

“No fucking way,” he gasps and quickly finds your eyes.

You can’t help but let a tear or two fall down your cheeks as you nod your head.

“We’re having another baby!” You confirm and throw yourself into his arms.

He holds you so tight and rocks the two of you.

“Oh my god. I can’t- I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so happy. I- thank you, baby. Thank you,” he mutters, voice still shocked but you can clearly hear the love and adoration donning his tone.

“Our last baby,” you say and guide his hand to your still flat tummy.

“Our 5th baby. Jeez, Mrs. Barzal, you’re insatiable,” he jokes. It’s not missed on you that he included your heavenly angel baby, especially when he traces the tattoo on your lower abdomen. The pain is still there when you think about the fact that you could’ve had another one living and breathing at this moment, but it’s more of a dull ache. You and Mat have healed and now you’re welcoming a rainbow baby soon.

“Says you, hotshot. You’d keep me in bed 24/7 if you could,” you retort with a sassy shake of your head.

“Hmm you’re right. I love you and I love all our babies,” he says, voice changing to one that’s sincere and soft.

“I love you more. Happy birthday, baby,” you whisper and drops your lips on his.

[ophelia-writes-fics]

hold me close and hold me fast [alec hardy x reader]

It's winter in Broadchurch, and you've noticed a habit of Alec's.

Tags: GN!reader, fluff, romantic fluff, established relationship

Word Count: ~900

TWs/CWs: none, this is pure self-indulgent fluff :)

It was another frigid Broadchurch winter. The entire town had been covered in a blanket of snow and ice that was six inches thick and refusing to let up anytime soon. But despite the endless bad weather, life didn’t stop, so every morning you went to work as usual, and Alec went to the police station. He worked long, exhausting hours, and he was usually either gone before you woke up or out until after you went to bed.

You always knew exactly when he came home on late nights, though. Because if Alec was one thing, it was a goddamn stubborn bastard, and he was a stubborn bastard who refused to wear gloves, a scarf, or a hat in the winter. 

No matter how much you pestered him about it, no matter how you insisted he’d get cold, he would swear up and down that a coat was enough and he “didn’t need all that stuff”. And yet, every single night that winter, he’d come home, change into pajamas, climb into bed with you, and put his freezing cold hands under your shirt to warm them up. 

It would have annoyed the hell out of you, but when you finally confronted him about it, he looked so taken aback that you realized he’d had no idea he was doing it. Still, he’d apologized, and from then on, every time he came in late, he’d be absolutely sure that his hands were kept outside of your clothes. 

That is, while he was awake. 

After another few nights of being woken up by freezing hands clutching your chest, you quickly came to a conclusion: whether he wanted to or not, Alec would subconsciously seek out your body heat to warm himself up the moment he drifted off to sleep. 

As the weather got colder and colder, you woke up dozens of times to Alec holding you close like you were a teddy bear - every limb wrapped around you, ice-cold hands under your shirt, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It didn’t even bother you anymore. It was adorable, honestly. You knew he’d get all prickly and deny it if you told him, but he really was such a sweetheart, even in his sleep. The peaceful look on his face as he cuddled you made your heart melt every damn time, and no amount of cold hands could compare to how much you loved seeing him happy. 

Still, you really wished he would wear some damn gloves once in a while; if not for you, then to avoid getting frostbite when it was below zero outside. So, that winter, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

You took your knitting bag everywhere you went, working on your projects whenever you had downtime, making sure Alec never saw what you were working on. Within a couple of weeks, you had a hat, a thick scarf, and a pair of mittens all completed, so you decided on a plan: on your day off, you’d wait until Alec left for work, then wrap the gift and meet him down at the police station to surprise him. And that was exactly what you did. 

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“Darlin’, what’s goin’ on? What’re you doing here?” A worried look crossed Alec’s face as he met you at the door. 

“No, everything’s all right! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you reassured him, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. “I brought you a gift and figured I’d surprise you, that’s all!” 

You handed him the small parcel and watched with anticipation as he opened it, revealing the multicolored pile of warm winter clothes. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“Do you like them?” you asked, a bit nervously. 

He looked up at you, a shocked smile on his face. “Did you make all this?” 

You nodded, and before you knew it, Alec was at your side, embracing you so tightly your feet left the ground for a moment. 

“They’re beautiful, love,” Alec murmured, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

Your heart fluttered with pride. 

---

The next morning, you were at the breakfast table when Alec was leaving for work. Something was different this morning, however. 

“Hmm, someone seems to be dressed rather warmly today,” you teased gently. “Whatever happened to ‘Oh, I just need a coat, darling, I’ll be fine without a hat or a scarf or gloves’?”

He gave you a playful glance of warning, then smiled. “Well, someone put a lot of effort into making sure I’ll be warm, and it’d be a shame to let all that beautiful work go to waste, hmm?” He leaned in and caressed your cheek as he kissed you goodbye, whispered a quick ‘I love you’, then he was gone. 

---

As the winter wore on, it was much the same as all the winters before it, except two things had changed. 

One, Alec never left the house without the winter clothes you’d made him. He treasured them, and you could always tell - he handled them with so much care, folding them gently every night when he got home and running a loving hand over them every now and then when he thought you wouldn’t notice. 

And two, Alec never came home with freezing cold hands again. 

And you were absolutely delighted to find out that even when he kept warm during the day, he still held you close in his sleep, every single night.

A/N: thank you for reading! i know this is a shorter one and it's a bit silly. honestly, i really just wanted to give alec some love, he's such a sweetheart and the poor thing needs a break lmao. i'll be back soon with some smut! as always, feel free to like/rb/comment/whatever else, and my requests are always open! :)

🍓 this fic's title is from the english version of 'la vie en rose' 🍓

[dawn-dream-crusader]

Dante and Vergil headcanons - Flower giving

Note: fem! Reader bc yes

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Dante

Flowers have their reputation as approximately cheap and yet, beautiful gifts, so Dante would get them quite often for you. Bouquets he gives you are completely random: from exquisitely decorated rose compositions, that cost him his entire salary, to a simple pack of geranium heads, that he absent-mindedly picked up while walking somewhere from a city flower bed, and wrapped into a newspaper.

Dante loves making little gifts for you, as it makes him feel a bit more confident in your relationship. He sees flowers as the best option to give you something; even when Dante decides to treat you with special pizza (what happens every week), he himself decorates the box with little rose blossoms. His absolute favorites are red roses, as they seem romantic and passionate for him, an immortal classic, but if you like another color or flowers, he'll remember and take your opinion into account. He's a caring man.

"Dante, what is this?.." You stare at the bouquet. No matter how hard you tried to hide your shock, you didn't succeed. Because the bouquet was huge. It was giant. It contained exactly a hundred roses, whose color could compete with the sunset itself.

"Wait, how is it..." Dante tries not to drop the precious gift, remembering the children's poem. "Roses are red, violets are blue..." He stopped for a second, not knowing for to say afterwards, and a kind, a bit silly, genuine grin shined on his face. Only his close ones are allowed to see it. And you surely were.

"...I don't remember the rest, but I really love you."

Vergil

He's not the type to give flowers on regular basis. Vergil supposes that bouquets don't last long enough to spend your money on cut flowers tied together. Really, if you weren't the type to love flowers a lot, he'd concentrate his attention on other gifts he could choose. But you are that one plant mom who can't imagine her life without greenery around, so Vergil had to re-think his position on flowers.

Finally, the older son of Sparda found a decision that would suit you both. Vergil was pretty much proud when he met you on one of your reading session with him in the library.

"That's for you." He handed you over a plastic bag. "Careful, it's fragile."

"Vergil? What's that-" You, still a bit surprised, pulled out a neat flower pot. Right in the middle of it, a green sprout was growing. It seemed young, just waiting for someone to care for him. Just like Vergil in his very youth.

"Vergil..." You inspected the plant in utter happiness, and found a sticker with the name. This was a forget-me-not. Your face melted in a gentle smile. "Thank you so much."

"I thought you'd like a... plant in your house..." Vergil watched as you smile, pressing the pot to your chest. He made a mind note to buy you a lemon tree next time. Or irises. Anything you'd like.

[tubatwo]

haircuts - huening kai

summary: kai comes back with a haircut and you think he looks cuter than ever

pairing: gn reader x huening kai

genre: fluff; 0.9k words

a/n: guys feel free to leave concepts in my ask box! extra inspo would be nice :) or if you want to chat or gush about a member i’m here!!

it’s been a while since you’ve seen kai, and saying that you feel nervous would simply be an understatement. he went out of town to spend time with family for the summer, and it was your first time experiencing weeks without him. you were happy that he was having a nice time, but being away from him for so long felt like the worst possible torture.

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after checking yourself in the mirror for probably the fifth time, you hear a pattern of knocks and immediately run to open the door. “hi, babe!” kai looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. his usual hoodie switched for a soft cardigan, a cap on his head, and in one hand he’s holding a bouquet of flowers. “hi, baby! here, come inside.” you plant a kiss on his cheek and open the door wider to let him in. “I missed you so much.” you hug each other for a while before eventually letting go. “I missed you too, ning.”

“are the flowers okay?” he asks while fidgeting slightly. “beomgyu told me I should’ve hired a marching band, but that’s a bit um…” you giggle and shake your head while searching the kitchen for a vase, “no, they’re perfect baby, thank you.”

after the flowers were put up, you turn around to see kai sitting patiently on the couch. that’s when you noticed that he had taken his cap off and something was different about him. you gasp and cover your mouth, “did you cut your hair?!” kai nods sheepishly as you walk over to him. his arms wrap around your waist and he looks up at you with anxious eyes. “d-do you like it?” he asks. you immediately coo and caress his head softly. “the question is, do you like it?” you ask in return. he blinks at you a couple of times before you continue, “because I think you look absolutely adorable.”

since your relationship is still fresh, you’ve only seen kai with a few styles of hair. it wasn’t the first time seeing it straight, but the shorter length was definitely a surprise. you didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more cuter, and it was a bonus that you knew he had been desperately wanting to cut it for a while.

kai whines and buries his head into you before looking up at you again. “I really like it, and it makes me feel relieved that you like it too.” he admits.

“I like whatever makes you the happiest, ning.” you tell him with a smile. he smiles at this, but after a few seconds he asks, “what would be your favorite haircut on me, though?” you think for a second, trying to come up with an answer besides the cliche how could I choose? you knew that he wanted a genuine answer this time. after all, it was your first time seeing him after such a huge change. however, you also tried to come up with a gentle response that wouldn’t make him feel bad in any way. “well, I do love your usual fluffy hair,” you begin, “especially when you had the mullet that one time!”

he nods and nibbles slightly on his lip. “but… this is my first time seeing you with short hair and…” you trail off. you hold his face in your hands and place sweet kisses on his lips between each word.

“you,” kiss “look,” kiss “so,” kiss “handsome.” you finish with a mwah.

inside, kai is dying. he’s absolutely losing his mind. he spent the entire walk over there worried about what you would think, and now your compliments are making him melt. he feels happy and relieved, but also extremely shy.

his arms are still wrapped around you, and he buries his face into you again, letting out another soft whine. “what’s gotten into you?” he mumbles. “you’re killing me over here, y’know…” you giggle and lean down to place a kiss on the top of his head. “we finally have time to ourselves,” you explain, “so, that means I’m going to be as mushy as possible.”

kai laughs at this and a mischievous look fills his eyes, aegyo mode suddenly activating. “sooo… does this mean I can finally call you my jellybean?” a look of playful disgust takes over your face as he does his signature wiggle, and you both burst into laughter. “we can work on the whole nickname thing in the future, okay?” you say while still trying to catch your breath.

after you both quiet down, you give kai a more serious look. “no but i’m serious, even though I love you in everything, I think this is my favorite style on you now,” you explain, “I can already see the happiness radiating from you.” kai looks down at this and starts to fiddle with his fingers. “you noticed?” he asks. you nod, “of course, I noticed.” you take a seat next to him on the couch to wrap your hands around his hands. “we all have our moments, kai. if there’s anything you need to do to feel comfortable then I fully support you doing it.”

“ever since I got my hair cut, my confidence has been really high!” he tells you with wide, enthusiastic eyes, making you smile. you place a hand on the side of his cheek and kiss him softly. “and that makes me really happy.” you softly boop his nose. “all I want is for you to see yourself the way I see you.” kai brings you in for another kiss, giving his thanks in the form of his love.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, ning.”

[slaymitchabernathy]

Mr. & Mrs. Snow

“Ladies and gentleman, I am pleased to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Snow.”

The applause they receive is thunderous as they stroll into the ballroom, her dainty hand wrapped around his arm. Coriolanus holds his head high as he leads him and his wife to the center of the room where they’ll once again be the center of attention.

Just how he likes it.

“As is the tradition, the newlywed couple will now share their first dance.”

The orchestra strikes up a tune that’s all too familiar to Coriolanus who has been dragged to one too many dance lessons by his wife who insisted that they learn a proper routine.

But after bearing witness to several pitiful first dances, he’s glad that she pushed for them to repeat the same steps over and over again until he could do them in his sleep.

He leads them through the waltz tremendously well for such a tall and broad man, a man who’s known for his power and authority, not his dancing.

But that all melts away when it comes to her. When he looks down at her.

Soarynn Snow.

Her blue-gray eyes shine so brightly as she looks up at him, her face positively beaming with happiness. She looks so radiant today, he should tell her that again, just in case she’s forgotten since they stepped out of the car.

“You look absolutely radiant today my darling, beautiful as always,” he tells her, his smile growing when he sees her blush.

Soarynn has never been one for vanity which is a damn shame because in his opinion, she’s the only one who’s truly entitled to it. There should honestly be a law that everyone has to stare at her beautiful face for at least an hour. Maybe he should make one, he is the President of Panem after all.

“Thank you Coryo, and you already told me that earlier when we were in the car.” She’s so perceptive, so good at remembering every little thing. She’s so perfect. He shakes his head, “I simply can’t tell you enough my darling, you look positively radiant today, you…you have this glow upon you that I can’t look away from.”

She truly does. Coriolanus had been rendered speechless when Soarynn walked down the aisle on the arm of her father. Her face is quite possibly the most beautifully crafted thing he’s ever seen so for her makeup artist to make it even better was a feat unknown to man.

Her skin has a glow unlike any other glow he’s ever seen before. Her cheeks hold a rosiness to them, making her even more adorable when she smiles. Her lashes are so long when she bats them up at him, making her blue-gray eyes pop even more. He’s glad that she didn’t elect to hide her freckles for today, he’s always loved her freckles.

What’s probably the most radiant thing about her is her smile. It’s bewitching. Her rosy pink lips stretch into another big smile at his words of praise and affirmation and she squeezes his shoulder, “You’re a true flatterer, you know that right?”

He sees no issue with that, not when it’s with her.

“There are worse things to be,” he shoots back, “and besides, we only get to do this once so I want to enjoy every second of your beauty today.”

The weeks leading up to their wedding have been nothing short of stressful. Soarynn has handled a brunt of it for the most part but that’s because while she’s been handling florals and cutlery, he’s been handling the entire country.

Which is ironic because Soarynn always ended up going to bed more stressed than he did at the end of the night. According to her, nothing could go wrong. They could not afford to fail.

Coriolanus had every faith in his future wife that their wedding day would go off without a hitch and so far, it has. The ceremony was beautiful and perfectly decorated. All their friends and family were there to witness the union of their two souls.

And Soarynn’s wedding dress is beautiful. The way it clings to her frame and yet flows at the same time truly enhances how graceful and feminine she is with her movements. She had been so excited for him to see her in it and it surpassed every one of his expectations.

Soarynn sighs and rests her head on his shoulder, “Todays felt like a dream,” she murmurs, “a wonderful dream come true. I’m so glad to finally be yours Coryo.”

He feels himself getting a little choked up at her sweet words, words that he returns in tenfold. For so many years he dreamed about what it would be like, what it would feel like to call Soarynn his, truly and forever. He imagined what her wedding ring would look like, what flowers she’d choose for her bouquet, how she’d style her hair.

It’s hard to believe that he’s actually done it, achieved his dreams, his goals.

If living was a competition, Soarynn was surely the prize.

He gently squeezes her waist, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla that always seems to follow her around, “I hope you know how much I love you Soarynn. You own my heart and soul now darling, and I know you’ll take such good care of it.”

For the longest time he thought he’d walk this life alone. Or at least not happy. Coriolanus could marry anyone, he knew that for certain, but he couldn’t trust anyone. Trust is everything to him.

Then Soarynn came along with her beautiful smile and her contagious laughter. He was a goner the second he laid eyes on her.

She looks back up at him and he tries to imagine what a child of theirs might look like. Blue eyes for certain, and blonde hair too, but would a child of theirs have Soarynn’s freckles? Or his nose? Only one way to find out he supposes.

“I love you too, and thank you for trusting me with your heart Coryo, I know it’s not something to take for granted.”

She’s not wrong. Being President of Panem means being closed off, cold and calculated in everything he does. The only time he ever shows an ounce of kindness is when he’s with her. Soarynn makes the world brighter.

The music finally comes to an end and Coriolanus goes to dip her, keeping one hand firmly wrapped around her waist while the other holds her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Soarynn giggles at the rather dramatic ending but he knows she loves it.

He can’t help but lean in and steal another kiss from her, from his wife, his darling girl who’s now forever his in life and in death. Soarynn kisses him back with an equal amount of conviction and passion, both of them so happy to finally share the same last name.

What they finally pull away it still feels as if they’re the only two in the room.

The feeling doesn’t last long though. There’s guests to attend to and food to eat but Coriolanus never lets her go through out the entire day. Whether he’s holding her hand, or keeping an arm around her waist, he’s attached to Soarynn. Until death forces them to part where he’s concerned.

When the night finally winds down and the guests are all gone, Soarynn finally lets out that breath he knows she’s been holding in the entire day. “Would it be terrible if we just went to bed?” She asks him while they carefully climb the stairs, not wanting to ruin her dress.

Coriolanus shakes his head and settles for gathering as much of the dress as he possibly can into his hands to make the process a bit easier, “Of course not darling. You must be exhausted after today. Why don’t I draw you a nice bath?”

Soarynn sighs and gives him a grateful look, “Thank you. I…I know there’s traditions on what a couple does on their wedding night but…”

“But it’s not like we haven’t already checked that off the list,” he finishes for her, chuckling at how shy she gets at the mention of sex.

Coriolanus really did try to hold off on having sex with Soarynn, he was so good at stopping things before they got too far. But at one point neither of them found it in themselves to care anymore and Coriolanus wasn’t complaining. Not when Soarynn was an entirely new and gorgeous creature when she was under him fully naked.

What matters now is that she’s fully rested and taken care of. Which is why he draws her a nice warm bath and helps her out of the wedding dress. He washes her hair and peppers her with gentle kisses and sweet words of praise.

He dries her off and dresses her in the warmest pajamas before brushing through her long blonde hair that was pinned up all day. He makes sure the bed is made and the pillows are fluffed before they both slip under the covers, her head immediately finding his chest.

It’s only when Soarynn is finally drifting to sleep that he allows himself to truly soak it all in.

He’s a married man now. Not just a married man but a husband to the sweetest angel who’s ever walked the earth. This isn’t the end for them, merely the beginning. He’ll shower her with more praises, more gifts and tender touches.

This is a new era for them.

For Mr. and Mrs. Snow.

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Nine

Warnings: flirting, nerves, a tiny bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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“Good morning, Captain. How is my favourite patient today?” Y/N said as she walked into Dean’s room.

“I bet you say that to everyone in here, sweetheart!” Dean chuckled, and she giggled in response.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Bobby smiled as he stood to leave the room and gave them privacy - he hoped to talk, but he knew that wouldn’t happen while Dean was still a patient. Something about not dating patients or some bullshit.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean said, and Bobby nodded with a wink.

“What’s the latest, nurse?” Dean smirked at her, thinking–not for the first time–how beautiful she looked in her purple scrubs.

“Well, everything looks great, and your pain is manageable with over-the-counter meds now, so doc’s gonna bust you outta here today,” Y/N’s heart melted a little at the smile that lit up his entire face, making all the wariness leave him. She swore he looked ten years younger without stress and pain wrinkling his brow.

“Are you serious, Y/N/N?” Dean asked, and she nodded in amusement. “Well, Princess, that has got to be the best news I’ve had all week!”

“I’ll be glad to see you discharged,” she smiled softly as he tilted his head in hurt confusion. “It means you’ve healed, Dean. It means I’ve done my job, and you get to go home,” she giggled again as that bright smile broke out across his features.

“Have dinner with me?” Dean blurted out, and she bit her lip shyly.

“You’re supposed to be resting and taking it easy, De. You may be getting out of here, but your ribs still haven’t fully healed yet,” she tried to talk sense, but her resolve was failing the bigger his smirk got. That damn smirk would make her commit murder if he asked her.

“Well, the way I see it… I gotta eat… you gotta eat… why not eat together?”

“Dean…”

“Come on, Princess,” he said, and she swore if he brought out those damn puppy dog eyes… “I’m hardly able to cook you a three-course meal,” he chuckled as he gestured to himself. “But we do need to talk, and I’d like to do that sooner rather than later.

“I’ll order pizza from Gino’s and write down my address and phone number. Open invitation. Come if you want, or don’t. We need to talk, though, so if it’s not tonight, name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” Dean’s eyes were pleading with her, but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door, and he sighed in annoyance.

“Captain Winchester,” Dr Clark greeted cheerfully. “What do ya say we get you out of here today?”

“That’d be awesome, Doc,” Dean responded with a smile, but Y/N noticed it’d lost some of its happiness.

His eyes never left her as the doctor gave Dean her instructions for him to take it easy for another few weeks, and Y/N felt all her resolve disappear. 

“Alright, that’s everything from me. I’ll leave you in Nurse Singer’s capable hands. Take care of yourself, and take it easy for a few more weeks,” Dr Clark said as she handed Y/N his discharge papers and pain meds.

“Thanks, Doc,” Dean smiled tightly, and the doctor nodded and excused herself.

“Y/N-” he began to speak as soon as the door closed, but she cut him off before he could finish.

“Yes,” she grinned.

“Yes?” Dean repeated in shock.

“Yes. I’ll come over for dinner,” Y/N explained, and Dean didn’t think he could smile bigger. “On one condition.”

“Name it, Princess,” he answered immediately.

“I’ll cook for us,” Y/N insisted.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” he argued.

“Okay, first, you’re not asking. I’m offering. And second, you’ve been eating shitty hospital food for a week. You need a proper meal, De. I get off at four today. I’ll head home, get changed, go to the store, and then come over. Good?” The tone in her voice left Dean absolutely no room to argue back.

“Good. Looking forward to it,” Dean winked, and she smirked back at him.

“I’ll take this to the pharmacy and put your papers at the desk. Do you need some help getting dressed, or will you manage on your own?”

“You offering, sweetheart?” he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively and laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll call Ash in to help if you don’t behave!” she laughed loudly at Dean’s mock look of horror.

“Thought so, handsome!” she winked as she turned to leave the room.

Y/N’s shift was finally over; this was the first time since starting here that she was grateful to finish on time. It seemed to be an unwritten rule at Memorial for the nurses to come in a half hour early for a full handover of patients and to take over any emergencies for those about to finish to get home on time.

She also noticed how everyone was happy to cover for everyone else; Jess came in early one day last week to allow Missouri Moseley time to go home and get ready for her son’s birthday party. Not to mention, Kevin Tran had stayed on for two hours this morning, allowing Jess to take her time at her antenatal appointment.

Seeing a family dynamic amongst the nursing staff with no hint of tit-for-tat attached to favours was refreshing. What surprised Y/N most was that no one noted what hours they covered and for whom. If this were Chicago, a whiteboard in the nurse’s break room would be filled with I.O.U notes.

Once she got home, she went straight for a shower, beyond grateful Jody had allowed her to replace and decorate however she wanted. Her nerves about going to talk to Dean had made her more nervous than she’d ever been, to the point that the tension in her shoulders was bringing her pain. Boy, did she need the pressure from the power shower she’d installed beating down on her right now!

Dressing in dark jeans, a white shirt and brown ankle boots, Y/N blow-dried her hair and tossed it into a messy bun. She scolded herself for thinking far too long about how much makeup to put on. When she was working, it was easier and much more practical to be bare-faced, but this was… well, she wasn’t sure what this was and finally settled on a light coat of foundation and some mascara.

She’d been on edge all day, and her emotions were everywhere. The scenarios of how tonight would go had been running through her mind since telling Dean she’d come over for tonight. Could they be friends? Could they try to be together again? Did he even want her to stay? Fuck, did he want anything with her?

Sure, he’d flirted with her in the hospital, but it was Dean fucking Winchester. He flirted with everyone with breasts, so that wasn’t anything to go on. Y/N knew she would have to play her cards close to her chest until she could figure out what was going on in his mind about her being back.

Checking her reflection for the last time, Y/N grabbed her purse, checked that she had everything she’d need for the evening and threw on her jacket. She left the apartment and quickly locked up before the doubts could creep in further, and she just called this whole thing off.

Pulling up next to the curb, Y/N couldn’t help her wide smile seeing the Impala parked in the driveway. John always promised to hand it over to Dean on his eighteenth birthday, and she desperately wished she could’ve been there to see it.

Killing the engine, she took a few deep breaths to calm her frazzled nerves and steady her composure. Once she felt more centred, she threw her purse over her shoulder and exited the car. Opening the trunk, she grabbed the groceries, and after one final deep breath, she walked up the path.

It was a beautiful house and looked to have at least three bedrooms on the second floor. The white picket fence looked freshly painted, and the lawn was neatly mown. She saw wicker furniture and a swing on the well-maintained porch. She thought the only thing that could make Dean’s house more inviting would be some colourful plants and flowers or some window boxes.

Y/N rang the doorbell and stepped back, turning around to take in the neighbourhood. Dean had done well for himself settling here. It was the kind of place he used to tell her about–his dream home–and that made her happier than she’d been in a long time.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice broke her from her thoughts, and she spun on her heel to face him, a content smile still gracing her face.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the neighbourhood,” Y/N explained with a chuckle. “Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah, it’s great here,” Dean said as he moved away from the doorway, gesturing for her to enter. “It’s close to the station, Sammy and Jess live two blocks away, Benny three, and it’s not too close for unannounced visits from my parents!” Dean grinned at her laugh. “Are you settling into Jody’s place?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. It took a while to get used to it because it’s so much quieter than I’m used to,” Y/N laughed. “My first night back in town, I stayed at Uncle Bobby and Jody’s place. I didn’t sleep at all because it was silent!”

“Really?” Dean chuckled, his eyebrows raising comically.

“Really!” she laughed. “My apartment in Chicago was downtown. The all-night traffic, sirens and drunken college students were like a lullaby to me! To be out in the middle of nowhere without even a ticking clock was a little bit unnerving!” she said as she followed him through to the kitchen and placed the bag of groceries down on the counter.

“Here, let me take your jacket,” Dean said.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to over-exert yourself. I just got you out of the hospital. I’ll be damned if you end up back in ‘cause of me,” Y/N said as she put her purse next to the groceries, shrugged her jacket off, and hung it over one of his dining chairs.

“Now, sit,” she commanded, and he smirked over at her.

“Still bossy, I see,” Dean chuckled as he sat on a breakfast stool. Y/N smirked but chose to ignore him as she washed her hands.

“How are you feeling?” Y/N asked, turning back towards him, her soft gaze trained on his, clearly showing her concern.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean replied honestly. “I still have some pain, but I can’t tell you how happy I am to be home. I’m looking forward to tonight in my own bed.”

“Good,” she nodded as she emptied the groceries from the brown paper bag. “I was thinking of what I could make that would be both nutritious and delicious, so I decided on beef stir-fry.”

“That sounds amazing,” he smiled.

“I only have two questions,” she said as she put both hands into the bag. “Do you want rice or noodles?” Y/N pulled a pack of each from out and held them up.

“Noodles!” Dean answered with a grin.

“Alright, and…” she dug into the bag with both hands again. “Apple or cherry?” Y/N grinned, holding out two pies for him to choose from. Dean’s boyish grin now made his eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Definitely cherry!”

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[marblemoovt]

Tail Training

MASTERLIST

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Fluff, A sprinkle of angst, Mentions/depictions of anxiety and depression. Anything else is in the tags <3

SUMMARY:

At a party, Whis notices that you have noticeably improved your bad habits and offers to train you. Much to your surprise, Whis suggests that you train your tail to eliminate it as a weakness. Will you be able to handle it when he grabs your tail?

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“This is your first session. I thought some one-on-one training would be more appropriate,” Whis answers, still tugging me by the hand. “I want to start first with a weakness of yours—well, most Saiyans.”

We stop walking, and I stare at our hands still clasped together. When is he going to let go? “And what would that be?” I ask, trying to read his expression.

His violet eyes gleam with amusement, and he gestures with his head. “The appendage wagging behind you, your tail.”

I glance over my shoulder. “What’s my tail got to do with training? Am I going to learn to smack someone into submission with it?” My tail straightens and cracks down like a whip.

NOTE:

Here is another Whis fic! This was another commission. I'm not sure when you guys will see the next one. I was told this is meant to be a slow burn, so expect it to take a while before the relationship is official.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

It’s been a few weeks since Whis visited my house. Thanks to him, I'm motivated to take better care of myself. Even now, at this party, the first thing he does when he sees me is hand me a glass of water and steer me towards the snack table.

I raise the drink to my lips, hiding a smile. As Whis fills his plate with various snacks and pastries, I nod along and answer any questions.

“So this delightful morsel is called a ‘donut’?” Whis inspects the sugarcoated ball of fried dough.

“Yes, there are various toppings and fillings. You can put pretty much whatever you want on a donut,” I say, flinching when he whirls around and leans closer.

Whis looks at me with sparkling eyes, his skin flushed. “Anything? Truly?’ I nod in response, and he gasps. “Then what modifications have been applied to this one?”

“Um,” I look at the powdered sugar and red hole, “I think that’s just a jelly donut.”

“Fascinating. There are so many uses for pulverized fruit.” Whis pops the pastry into his mouth and moans. “Oooh, this is absolutely amazing!”

He continues to stuff more into his mouth until his cheeks puff. I have to look away to stop myself from laughing. Before I know it, I’m holding a plate of snacks and a new glass of water. Whis said he didn’t want to be the only one eating, and the attention felt nice. He remains at my side, refilling my plate when he notices it’s empty, and only leaves when Beerus calls for him. 

I snap the last cookie from my plate between my teeth. The sudden silence feels too empty. I feel almost… disappointed? I glance across the room to see Whis introduce Beerus to donuts, smiling as the pair devour entire trays. With a full stomach, I can at least focus on hanging out with my friends. I make my rounds to greet everyone, stopping occasionally to talk.

During one of these conversations, my palms grow clammy, and I start to second-guess myself. Am I entertaining enough? I’m not…boring to talk to, right? My grip tightens around my cup by a fraction, and I down the rest of the drink, hoping it dislodges the lump in my throat. 

A few pairs of eyes stare at me, and I realize they’re all waiting for me to respond. How long were they waiting—did they think I was ignoring them? I lick my dry lips, unable to think of what to say, too embarrassed to admit I didn’t hear the tail-end of the conversation.

“What were you all discussing?” Whis butts in, resting his hand on the small of my back. He rubs small circles into my skin, and the tension melts from my body. Someone catches Whis up, and I flash him a grateful smile. ‘You’re alright,’ he mouths to me, squeezing my waist gently. I nod, flushing the negative thoughts from my mind and focusing on the warmth of his hand.

I begin losing track of the conversation, paying more attention to how I’d rather be at home than socialize for another minute. People start noticing that I’m quieter than usual but anyone who confronts me about it receives a snarky remark. This discourages the rest from trying. 

“Are you alright?” Whis walks up to me, taking a bite of another donut. He must really like those. 

“Peachy,” I say, clenching my teeth together. 

Whis hums, and I bristle under his observing stare. “I feel suffocated after spending hours surrounded by large crowds. Would you care to join me on a walk?” he offers his arm to me.

I chew on my bottom lip and glance around. The chatter and laughter in the background tires me, not to mention the loud thrum of music that rumbles through my bones. It feels like someone took my brain and scrambled it in a frying pan. A break. A break sounds nice.

I accept his offer and link our arms together. He guides me outside to a quiet spot in a garden. There’s a bench by a stone walkway that circles a pond. Strings of fairy lights illuminate the area in a soft glow. 

The crisp night air fills my lungs and refreshes my mind. We sit in silence as I regather my thoughts. “Thank you,” I say, staring at the lilypads in the water.

“I should be thanking you,” Whis chuckles. “Spending the night in such lovely company, I couldn’t ask for more.” 

Our shoulders brush together, but his body heat is welcome. His white hair glows against his blue skin like moonlight cast on rippling waves. The warmth in his violet eyes makes my stomach squirm. Whis must think I’m cold because he wraps his arm around me and pulls us closer together. 

“I thought I was getting better, but it was hard to keep talking after a certain point.” I sigh and lean against Whis, reflecting on the past few hours and every conversation I was a part of. 

Whis pats my head and smiles. His eyes look soft almost, a tenderness I don’t usually see them hold. I ignore the flutter in my chest and stare at my lap instead, twiddling with my fingers. “I think your progress is remarkable. You’ve improved. Slowly but surely, you’ve gotten better,” Whis says.

“You think so?”

Whis laughs. “Yes. Compared to a few weeks ago, you’re much more relaxed, and when I tease you, you fight back now.”

A smile tugs my lips. “Yeah, you better watch your back.” I bump our shoulders together, but my confidence wavers at his wide grin.

“Excellent! Why don’t you train under me as well?” He looks at me expectantly, and I can already tell he won’t take no for an answer.

I blink and point a finger at myself. “You want me,” I slowly turn my hand and poke his chest, “to be trained by you?”

Whis nods. “Yes. It will be helpful in your work as a time patroller.” He grabs my hand and lifts my finger to point at his face. “So leave everything to me!”

I tilt my head, staring at his hand, which still holds mine. I’m glad he seems as comfortable with me as I am with him. 

I sigh but can’t stop the smile from forming on my face. “Pft. Ok, why not,” I say, chuckling at how he lights up at my answer.

We continue chatting, but despite my mind being more alert than ever, my body demands rest. Lead weights attach to my eyelids, and my head droops now and then before snapping up as I regain consciousness. Whis walks me home, promising to wake me up on time for our training session. 

I must be exhausted because I barely register the extra body in my bed, falling asleep to Whis’s comforting scent. 

Other than waking up at the crack of dawn, the morning goes by without a hitch. Whis makes me breakfast, insisting I don’t leave a crumb behind lest it hurt his feelings.

Afterwards, Whis leads me to the training grounds, where we meet Goku and Vegeta. He provides them with instructions before guiding me to an unused section.

“You’re not training all of us together?” I ask, craning my head to see the two Saiyans spar. My eyes try to keep up with the blurry motions, but ping-ponging back and forth between them gives me a headache. 

“This is your first session. I thought some one-on-one training would be more appropriate,” Whis answers, still tugging me by the hand. “I want to start first with a weakness of yours—well, most Saiyans.”

We stop walking, and I stare at our hands still clasped together. When is he going to let go? “And what would that be?” I ask, trying to read his expression.

His violet eyes gleam with amusement, and he gestures with his head. “The appendage wagging behind you, your tail.”

I glance over my shoulder. “What’s my tail got to do with training? Am I going to learn to smack someone into submission with it?” My tail straightens and cracks down like a whip.

Whis chuckles and shakes his head. “I heard squeezing a Saiyan’s tail can cause them to lose their strength entirely. One wrong move, and you’re completely paralyzed in battle. Is that correct?” His lips purse as if he’s impatient to reveal the answer.

“No, where’d you hear that nonse—Eek!” I shriek, feeling a jerk on my tail. My entire body stiffens, and every muscle refuses to listen to me. Whis lets go, and I attempt to burn a hole through his head with my glare. 

He flashes a bashful smile, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “Sorry, sorry. What better way to test that theory than to conduct a practical test?”

I huff, the blood still simmering in my veins. “Okay, so what if it is true? I’ve lasted this long with it,” I say, smoothing out the fur. “That’s something many Saiyans can’t claim, especially not after everything I've been through.” 

Whis nods, squeezing my hand. “The loss of your tail would be a shame. The world would lose the fluffiest tail I’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” he sighs and stares forlornly behind me.   

Did he compliment my tail? I wag the appendage behind me, stifling my laughter at how his eyes follow its every move. Is my tail that interesting? “What do you suggest I do about it?” I say.

Whis tilts his head and raises his brows. “We must desensitize you of course. Your tail must learn to endure being touched to strengthen its tolerance,” he says as if the solution is obvious.

I tug my hand free from his grasp and cross my arms.“You just want an excuse to touch my tail.”

Whis brings a hand up to his chest and gasps. “I am astounded by your accusations. I am merely helping you to become stronger,” he says.

I narrow my eyes at him, but he remains unphased. In fact, he looks happier than before. “Alright, fine,” I relent, rolling my eyes at his burst of energy. 

“Wonderful! Have a seat on these boulders. I wouldn’t want you to injure yourself.” He pats the flat surface of one of the rocks, rocking on the heels of his feet. 

I sit, flicking my tail nervously. “Just so we’re clear, this is only for training purposes. I don’t want you getting any strange ideas.” It’s not like I never considered this option before, but touching a Saiyan's tail always felt intimate to me. How could I ask just anyone to do it?

Whis nods. “Crystal clear. Now, let’s start with something easy and increase the intensity slowly.” He gently pets my tail, stroking the soft fur. “How does that feel?” he asks, peering at my face.

I struggle to keep my expression neutral, fighting the muscle spasms. “Doesn’t bother me at all,” I say.

Whis raises a brow, humming in thought. “Really? Looks like I need to take it to the next level then.” His eyes have a mischievous twinkle as he applies more pressure to his touch.

“Hng.” I bite my lip to prevent any more noises from leaking. A familiar heat returns to my cheeks, and I can feel myself start to sweat.

Whis stares at me with wide eyes, and his mouth stretches into a grin. “What was that? Starting to feel a little weak, are we?” He leans close, almost enough that I can feel his breath on my ear.

I refuse to look at him, gritting my teeth. “Not at all. I can handle more than this,” I say, despite knowing that I’m already near my limit.

“If you say so. Then what about now?” Whis grabs my tail, holding it firmly in his hand.

“I-I…” My entire body freezes up again, and only static fills my brain. All my senses are on overload like every nerve is crackling with electricity.

Whis observes me in silence, and his brows knit together. “Are you sure this isn’t affecting you?” he asks, concern lacing his tone.

“....”

He immediately releases my tail. “Please don’t hesitate to tell me to stop. Your comfort comes first. I want you to enjoy this, not hate it,” he says.

I suck in a breath, trying to calm my frazzled nerves. I wet my dry lips with my tongue and mull over my thoughts, figuring out how to word my sentence. “I… I don’t mind it so much if it’s you.” I sneak a glance at Whis, who’s staring at the ground. The tips of his ears are pink, and he refuses to meet my eyes until they return to their usual colour. 

Whis stands up and paces back and forth. “Shall we take a break? You’re looking a little winded. Perhaps a cold drink and a wet towel would help?” he says, offering his hand to me.

I shake my head and close his hand, pushing it back. “I’ll be fine. I just need a minute,” I say.

Whis frowns and stares at his clenched fist. Is he upset I didn’t want to take a break? His posture straightens, and his usual smile is back. “Why don’t we make this a regular occurrence? We can repeat this session until you’ve become immune,” he says.

I purse my lips. “I guess that wouldn’t be so bad. It would be a great help if I didn’t have to worry about my tail while working.” I reflect on my career. I must have been lucky not to encounter someone taking advantage of this weakness, but it would only be a matter of time until I did.  

Whis claps his hands together, bouncing on the spot. “Excellent. Same time tomorrow, then?” He looks at me with puppy-dog eyes, and I forget my outrage momentarily. But then I remember how sensitive my tail felt while he was ‘training’ me and my pride snapped me back to reality.

“What?! I’m not doing this every day!”

“I’m only joking,” Whis chuckles, but then he pauses, and his smile widens. “Though if you wanted to…” He leans forward, and I shove his face back to create some distance.

“No. Maybe once or twice a week, and in return, I want you to cook me breakfast those days,” I say. There’s no way I would let him touch my tail for free, training or not. I may not completely dislike the thought of him seeing me in such a vulnerable state, but it’s only fair I receive something in turn.

Whis sits beside me again. He rests his elbow on his thigh, propping his head up with a hand. “You do realize that I’m not at a disadvantage? I get to pet your tail weekly and provide you with my cooking,” he says, smiling at me. His confident smirk irks me. My tail thumps against the rocks, and I stop it when I notice it only amuses him further.

“Shut up. I’m the one making the demands.” I cross my arms and frown, still sweating from the training session. I tug at my shirt collar and shudder as the air hits my damp skin. From far away, it looks like Whis and I have wrapped up an intense physical training session, but the truth is too embarrassing for me to admit.

Whis grins, and there’s that knowing look in his eyes again, as if he can see right through me. “Very well. On the days we train, I shall make you breakfast in exchange for the honour of touching your fluffiness.” His hand reaches out to my tail, but Whis recoils almost immediately. He stands up and pats my head, praising me for my hard work. “I can’t wait to see you at our next session. In the meantime, do take care of yourself. You’ve been doing an excellent job, and I wish to continue seeing you in good health.”

And he leaves me there, still flushed and dazed. My tail tingles from his lingering warmth, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to pet it again.

A few weeks go by quicker than expected, and I wake up to Whis cooking in my kitchen. He makes me a sandwich filled with eggs, bacon, lettuce, and tomatoes. As I munch on the food at the dining table, he watches with his hands propping up his chin. He smiles at every move I make, and I become aware of my tail swishing.

“I would say you’ve built enough tolerance. We can shift our focus to other areas,” Whis says, lifting a napkin to wipe my lips. His hand lingers before he pulls away and crumples the tissue into a ball, flashing me a smile.

I nod. “Thank you. My tail feels a lot stronger.” I glance over my shoulder, admiring the muscle I’ve gained. 

Whis’s eyes remain fixed on my tail. “Yes, it appears more voluminous than before,” he says, tapping his fingers against the table. 

I can’t help but laugh and bring my tail closer to him. “You can touch it if you want. Just let me know in advance and I’ll let you pet it a little,” I say. “Consider it an exclusive benefit for helping.”

Whis reaches over and strokes the fur, eyes gleaming. “Marvelous,” he whispers in a breathless tone. Not once does he grab it, only touching my tail with gentle pets. His cheeks flush a light pink as he beams at me. “Thank you,” he says. 

I coil my tail around his wrist and hand. “You can touch me more. I’m not as sensitive now.”

“Pardon?” Whis stares at me with wide eyes. His skin almost looks purple and his hand starts to feel clammy against my tail. 

I hope he’s not getting sick. Can angels even catch illnesses? “My tail. You’re always so intrigued by it. Thanks to the training I can even handle a few harsh tugs now,” I say. 

Whis blinks owlishly before nodding and sinking bonelessly into his seat. “Right—of course. I’m honoured to be granted such a privilege.”

Maybe training three Saiyans is taking a toll on him? Come to think of it, I haven’t done much else to show my gratitude. “Do you want to stay for lunch?” I ask.

Whis sits up straight and grins. “I would love to.”

“Great!” I unwrap my tail and stand up, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll make something you haven’t had yet.” 

Whis follows close behind, and despite his persistent questions, I refuse to answer any of them, laughing at his sulking figure.

END NOTE:

When I tell you I gasped when that last misunderstanding popped into my brain, I was shook

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Taglist: @lovecats123451

[anime-moreanime-animeagain]

Good news! I can breath again. For the last week I have been absolutely devastated. After reading AoaB 4.8 I was physically ill I got so upset. But then I couldn’t really calm down cause I needed to know what happened to Ferdinand. So I may have….gotten zero sleep and spent every waking hour I wasn’t required to do life things like working and driving, reading nonstop through 10 books straight.

However! I am now on 5.9 and I feel like I can finally breathe and focus and do other things like clean and cook actually food, and make posts for other obsessors to relate to.

All kinds of SPOILERS are ahead for 4.8 - 5.9

There were things that made me less angry with the situation before this stopping point. Moments where I thought “okay…I’m not crazy sad/mad anymore.” Those moments are:

Rozemyne’s declaration that Ferdinand is family and of course she didn’t want to be Zent that’s so troublesome, but of obviously she’d do what she needed to do to save him like duh! And Ferdinand being like I’m sorry what? You think of me as family??? 🥺😭 😭

Please hug him more I cannot! This poor man doesn’t understand any type of love and it makes me SAD! But not going to lie I live for the type of devotion she was showing him. Like yeeeeessss!! Loyalty! Whether it’s romantic or platonic it is fantastic! That’s the personality characteristic I find swoon worthy.

But then there was the interduchy tournament and y’all….THE INTERDUCHY TOURNAMENT! Pretty sure I melted into a disgusting puddle of goo when he gave her the first true “very good” with fond headpat included. I just melted into the couch because okay. Okay. That makes up for a LOT of the grief I was put through. Like a ton. Like at that point I wasn’t even really mad or angry anymore. Not if we were getting THESE interactions in the interim.

And then the bench surprise! I’m not ashamed I definitely cried when he sat down on it and it was soft and he didn’t really say it but everything in his reactions screamed that he loved it and I thought how he’d probably never had anyone go out of their way for him just to make him comfortable and that was beautifully sad so of course crying was done. It felt a little silly to get SO emotional over that but I mean….he likes the bench so much and hadn’t brought it (I assume) cause he thought it would be taken from him like every other good thing in his life and how is that not something to burst into tears over. So yea. Good stuff.

And then things jumped forward again and we got near adult Rozemyne who is so pretty which thank God finally! But then Ferdinand nearly ‘climbed the towering staircase’ and my anxiety shot back up and then there was a whole war and honestly who ends a book in the middle of the battle! I feel sorry for everyone who had to wait and wait for the next volume my goodness.

But it’s okay because we had the mana hall reunion. YA’LL!!! The Mana Hall Reunion!!!! Cue the Aladdin free falling off the balcony onto carpet and taken up into the clouds because ya girl was on cloud 9 that entire scene. It was grand! Supreme! Perfect in every way! Look at this!

Pretty sure I thought this was some amazing fanart when I first saw this and I refused to read the text because spoilers but it’s not fanart it’s canon and I’m just beyond happy that it’s in color too!!! His little ‘when you said you’d defy everyone and everything I didn’t think you meant it’ and her little ‘well it’s your fault you don’t listen when I tell you how much you mean to me sooo your bad’. It’s… it’s everything I wanted. Absolutely everything!

Don’t get me started on their little talk in the gate about how to make their dreams come true together. At this point I’m actively squeeling every other moment I think about it.

I’m a little drained from speeding through 10 books in 8 days but this is fantastic why wasn’t there more to the anime? We were robbed I tell you! ROBBED! Anyway now in the middle of reading 5.9 and I can see I’m going to get super annoyed with people trying to distance my two unhinged shumils. And we still have the loose ends with the sovereignty and Detlinde to fix so I know I need to buckle up but like damn… can my two just chill and get a break?! Can she please finally meet her brother? Can Ferdinand please enjoy being valued without people telling her to stop?

Guess we will see. I should stop…. put on all the breaks until the final volume is out and translated…. yea sure, that’s what I’ll do….

[boybandposter]

[Headcanons]

⤷𐙚 featuring: Anna 🤍

⤷𐙚 this was the second part to another request ! thank you for requesting me anon ♥︎

⤷𐙚 WLW ♥︎

₊˚ʚ 🤍₊˚✧ ﾟ.

- The day you met Anna, you two immediately clicked. After meeting at an art class in your boarding school, you couldn’t help but notice the meticulous detail in her paintings. In your eyes, it lacked the personality that most art held, but it was impressive how she captured the likeness of any scene. After approaching her and complimenting her, you two were always seen with one another.

- Whether it be at your own house or Anna’s, it would always be filled with afternoons of painting and watching her practice fencing. Watching her handle a blade was similar to watching her brushstrokes— planned and precise. It was mesmerizing how aggressive she could be as such a gentle soul, which has inspired many of your paintings of Anna.

- Even though Anna has a “glass half full” mentality, she’s nearly ranted to you about how frustrated she secretly is about not being good enough. The amount of time she’s spent on art, only to be told time after time about the lack of emotion that was in her pieces. Anna has spent many nights crying to you, only for her to put on a smile the next day. It worried you, but all you could do was offer your unending support for her.

- After two years of knowing Anna, deep down you had come to realize your feelings for her. Luckily for you, she had as well. The two of you had painted one another portraits to express your love for one another. With paintings tucked under your arm, both of you confessed under the light of the moon, giggling and kissing one another senselessly.

- I feel like with Anna being colorblind, you would be the one helping her with clothing shopping. It was almost like Anna was your dress-up doll, and she was more than willing to do so for you (plus, she’d much rather let you make those decisions for her).

- At times while Anna is engrossed in her painting, you’ve caught her off guard— making her jump from the disturbance. She’ll never be upset about it though; she considers it a welcome interruption. Nothing would beat the feeling when you would drape your arms across her shoulders, your face nuzzling against her own. Gods, it’s her absolute favorite.

- Anna’s a light sleeper for sure. When you two are sleeping and you move away from her, she’s wide awake. She’ll practically hunt you down to cuddle up against you— she hates being away from you, even if she knows you’re right there beside her.

- The one thing Anna will make sure of is that you two have a pet or two. She wouldn’t accept anyone who doesn’t love pets. Anna loves cats, but I can imagine her taking you on a date to pick two kittens. Her entire camera roll is filled to the brim with pictures of you with the pets, and she frequently looks back on them with a smile.

- Before you two had even gotten into a relationship, she always expressed her love of traveling. Every year during the summer, you two will take a week-long trip to wherever you two decide. Anywhere with the ocean and art galleries is her favorite, but what’s most important to Anna is that you’re happy.

- Anna cherishes the times when you clean the paint off of her skin. The gentle caresses of the cloth in your hand make her melt under your touch immediately (she won’t admit it, but she’ll purposefully wipe paint on her arms or face).

- You’ll have to teach her to communicate her actual feelings. All her life she hid how she felt— and it transferred into her relationships. Anna often pushed her opinions aside to please you, but you could always tell she was telling white lies. Anna doesn’t mean to, but losing you would ruin her.

- What else would Anna paint more than her only muse? You’ve already found several little sketches along notepads and the like, plus many portraits that Anna has done of you. She can’t help it though; you’re always on her mind and her canvases.

₊˚ʚ 🤍₊˚✧ ﾟ.

⤷𐙚 author’s note: man what a writers block tbh— I have so many ideas but my keyboard has been acting up :(

[lovejosephquinn]

Imagine this with me here, reader is going through tik tok and everyone knows that reader and JQ are dating and then reader saw a edit of the both of them “The way she looks at him, The way she looks at her” and it’s all the events and moments when both of them are all goofy, lovey dovy and everything [and the amount of times they look each other with love in their eyes, even though they have dated for years it still seems like they are teenage in love]. When reader saw that, her heart just melts and JQ was behind her and wrap his arms around reader’s waists saying “I’m glad everyone knows now that I’m only in love with you. And only you” ❤️❤️❤️😭😭 can this be a request please?

It absolutely can 🥰 this is so cute, I live for fluffy little blurbs like this

Thanks for your request angel, I hope it's what you wanted x

You knew your boyfriend wasn't big on social media and that was entirely his choice, however since you'd become public a few months back after 3 years of dating and keeping it sworn secrecy, you couldn't help but check up every now and then to see what people said about the two of you.

Some good, some bad. There were people that clearly weren't really that supportive of Joe and his happiness to say the least, the way some would slate your relationship or verbally threaten you for 'taking Joe away from them'. Others would be completely sweet, the actual fanbase that gave a damn and realised you were both human. You knew it was going to be a burn for most.

Since Joe had broken out into stardom, 90% of people fell in love with him. And who could blame them? He was pretty much perfect, to you there was nobody more genuine or real or no less chaotic than him, and you were the lucky one to capture his heart and oh you loved this man, with the entirety of your heart, body and soul.

Scrolling through TikTok, you laid on the sofa whilst Joe took a shower and ceased the opportunity to search your names for the first time in about a week. You'd recently attended an event together which saw you both photographed multiple times, the full PDA was captured between the two of you, shots of Joe holding your hand as you walked, the way he looked at you and the full twinkle in his eyes that just radiated pure warmth and adoration, the way he kissed your forehead when he knew you were anxious.

You came across a particular edit that played a sweet love song, the pictures of you and Joe that had been taken secretly in the street along with various events including your most recent images. The caption read. 'Good luck finding someone to look at you the way Joe looks at Y/N ❤.' You watched it multiple times, pausing on each picture to just admire the way Joe looked on them, your heart could've burst. After all this time, every time you merely even took a glance at his face, you'd fall in love over and over again.

Joe interrupted your thoughts, creeping up behind you and leaning over towards your head, bringing you out of your quiet and sneaky viewing and instead making you leap up from where you laid. "What are you watching love?"

"Do I dare tell you?" Joe had witnessed you upset a lot at the beginning from some of the comments made about you, so in a way he disliked it when you would go looking for it, it never stopped you and he'd come to understand that, but the more a little time had gone by you learned to ignore the hate and the good eventually outweighed the awful.

"Save it, silly." Joe gave you a comical stare, raising his eyebrows and putting his hands on his hips, you could see a small smile appearing on his face though, which made your heart rate slow down.

You stood up and moved over to face him. "I can't help it; I know you don't like it but I-"

"Baby, stop trying to explain yourself, your little giggle I heard when I came out already let me know it was good."

You passed Joe your phone for him to watch the video, a small content sigh fell from his mouth, the full smile you loved to see emerging. He passed your phone back to you and you leaned to the side, throwing it away onto the sofa, you found Joe's hands snaking around your waist to bring you back up to him, you retaliated by wrapping your arms around his neck as he leans down to plant a couple of loving kisses square on your lips.

"I love you so much, beautiful. I'm so glad we made this public when we did, now the whole world knows how much you mean to me and I'll never stop showing you off, I'll never stop giving you 110% every god damn day of my life."

You couldn't help but get teary from his words, nobody had ever loved you this hard like Joe did, and it showed.

[craziestfangirl98]

Thoughts on The Trainee Ep 9

I continue to adore the show soeosso much.

I would've loved to see Ryan and Jane more this week but then the moments they did have I loved them.

Ryan being on literally cloud (nine) was EVERYTHING to me, although I absolutely do not like the new shoes (this is coming from someone who ALWAYS struggles with the shoelaces. 😭😭😭

Pai trying to drink her coffee in peace only to get interrupted was sad to watch. Let my girl drink her coffee in peace. She needs it.

(I'm gonna address the love triangle scenes at the end.)

I love how intentionally the windows error sound effect comes up everytime Pai thinks Phi Baimon is the crush.

Jane has literally thrown caution to the wind and has started to actively and obviously pay attention to Ryan only for his stupid ex to come back.

As much as I don't enjoy the continued jealousy I think this episode especially is much more nuanced. One of them coming from the fact that it is an ex, and the other from what Ryan also says out loud about not knowing what Jane wants, because although Jane acts in ways which are romantic for him, Ryan doesn't necessarily see that isolation because he has only (mostly) seen the caring side of him. And even the jealousy that Ryan had until the previous episodes was more so him observing people liking Jane and not liking it without understanding if he could even feel that way. (Kind of reminds me of Rain with Phayu in the special episode, everytime he would get pouty towards Phayu because he is liked.)

The very obvious manner that Jane was tense while making the coffee for Ryan, like you could see his shoulders just be so stiff and and shaken, with the conversation with the ex, with Ryan's accident, with the implication that the accident could have been avoided and the thought of losing Ryan shows how brilliant of an actor Off is. How he can embody his entire physicality into it and I absolutely love it.

I love Pah and love that he finally got to talk things out and got a resolution with the accounts lady. The entire conversation he had with P' Jo was so so beautiful and meaningful because it addressed the insecurities and addresses other people being rude to him and showing that P' Jo is like a Jack of All Trades and an amazing human being and seeing that as a kind of reflection with Pah I feel. Also was nice to have a mentorship moment for Pah finally after ignoring for so long.

Was starting to hate the accounting lady but was redeemed which was good.

Love the final conversation between Ryan and Jane. Love that Jane was forthcoming finally. Love that Ryan was asking questions like Jane wanted him to. LOVED THE HUG. Was soooooo soft I melted. I also like that the physical connection was built after having finally addressed if they are on the same page.

Which brings me to the part ai find iffy and the part people will say I'm being a hypocrite about but, I have my reasons to dislike it.

I do not really like where all three of Tae, Pah and Judy are at right now. I'll start with Tae.

I think it makes sense that he feels unmoored about being single again, but it felt like the scene where he is begging Pai to tell him how to be, was so that we feel bad for Bahmee. So that it feels like Tae was useless and relying on her fully, while giving nothing and was being framed so that, Bahmee kissing Judy and cheating on him was not a problem. I hate how the next episode is him trying to get her back, I hope if that happens, the resolution is accepting that they are not good together and that being separate is their growth. I also feel that Bahmee should come out of this single and I'm gonna talk about her next.

I think Bamhee going from being only focussed on Tae and her relationship with him to latching on to Judy while also constantly comparing both of those is not gonna help in the long run and is only gonna come back to her not being able to work through things. I hope it doesn't really in that.

As to why I am happy that Jane and Ryan physically moved towards each other while I'm critical about Judy and Bamhee, is the same reason. Jane and Ryan got onto the same page before they did anything. Even as small as touch. Judy on the other hand has been making physical touches a regular thing without considering the power imbalance, the fact that they were on different pages, including when she reached out to kiss Bamhee again makes me question it.

Anyway, I'm not sure if I'll be able to watch it this weekend because my mum is visiting me and I finally have my graduation ceremony. Ahhh I really want to watch it because I love it but also cause it'll be a good distraction from the stress.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Surprise, surprise!

Pairing | Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.3K

Summary | Your second anniversary is coming up, and Tony is planning to surprise you with the sweetest gift. He organizes a photo shoot with the twins; once you see the result, it is impossible not to tear up. From that moment on, you know you'll spend the rest of your life with this man.

Warning(s) | None.

A/n | This fic is 100% inspired by this photo of Robert with little Indio, and I absolutely couldn't resist writing a fic based on it! I want to give my endless thank you and praise to @ccbsrmsf1 for sending the photo, as well as providing the GIF and proofreading this one! You're the best 🩵

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

A few weeks ago, Tony arranged a photo shoot with the twins so that he could make the perfect anniversary gift for you. Today is the day it will take place, and even though you're very curious about where he's going, he won't tell you.

''Are you sure you have to take the twins? I mean, I can take care of them at home, so you can have your hands free,'' you offer, but he shakes his head with a smile.

''I'm sure, Sunshine, you can have an afternoon all to yourself. You can take a relaxing bath, put on a face mask, read one of your books, drink a glass of wine,'' he whispers in your ear, and you hum contently.

You cannot think of the last time you had a nice glass of wine, so you treat yourself to one in the bath this afternoon. You have been craving it for a while and will enjoy every last drop of that glass.

Tony is dressed in a black and brown outfit, which suits him perfectly, and he has been growing out his hair for a role, making him irresistible to you at this point. Where you couldn't keep your hands off him before, it's impossible now.

''Have fun with the Munchkins, My Love,'' you tell Tony, and he thanks you before leaning down to capture your lips with his, and you can't help but taste a little cherry chapstick as you pull away.

''Stop stealing my lip balm, Stark,'' you say teasingly, and he chuckles in response.

''Never!''

You give Hudson and Orion a soft kiss on their cheeks before saying your goodbyes to both of them and Tony, and you close the door behind him as he's holding both twins in one of their carriers.

With a little content sigh, you close the door, and as soon as the lock falls into place, you do a little happy dance before running off to the large bathroom to get ready for your bath.

Moments like these are rare, and you've already planned on making the most out of it, your book already waiting on your nightstand. When you find yourself in the bathroom, Tony has already planned it for you.

On the corner of the bath is a little basket, and inside is a new book you've been dying to read for ages, a face mask, a bath bomb with a peppermint scent, and, to finish it all off, a candle that you can light as you're in the tub.

As you walk up to it, you see a little note in there, which also makes your heart melt.

''You deserve to treat yourself a little, Sunshine. After everything you do for me and the twins, you can have a relaxing bath to ease your mind. We love you and will see you once we get home.''

~ Tony, Hudson, and Orion ~

You tear up a little as you read the note and clutch it to your chest. God, you're so lucky to have all three of them in your life.

The bath is drawn quickly, and the bath bomb spreads a beautiful scent through the entire room, together with a candle that also has a peppermint smell.

The facemask is spread on your face, and you're relaxing in the warm water, letting it engulf you up to your shoulders, and your book is almost a quarter of the way done when you decide to get out finally.

Your glass of wine was entirely forgotten once you opened your book, but there would be enough time to enjoy one as you settle on the couch.

You've put on a comfy outfit to lounge around in, and your hair is airdrying today. Your glasses are perched high on your nose, and you have your wineglass in one hand and your book in the other.

By the time Tony and the twins come home, you're almost halfway done, and you don't notice they're back until you feel the couch dip beside you and your loving boyfriend is looking at you with pure love in his big, deep brown eyes.

''How was your afternoon, Sunshine?'' he says as you put the bookmark between the pages of your book and lay it beside you so you can give him a proper welcome.

''Where are the twins?'' you ask curiously as you pull away from the kisses he's peppering all over your face, the cherry chapstick lingering on his lips.

''I put them in bed when I came home. You looked so peaceful I figured I'd let you read a little more until they were in their cribs,'' he says, and your heart skips a beat.

''Thank you, Tony, that means a lot. But now that they're down for their naps, I think I might have the perfect way to kill some time,'' you say as you straddle his lap, and the smirk on his face is unmistakable.

Your hands find their way into his long, curly hair, and you pull on it so his head falls back, leaving his neck exposed for you to give some beautiful bites and love marks.

A few weeks have passed, and today is your second anniversary with Tony, but the first with your beautiful son and daughter. Tony has woken you up by burying himself between your thighs, and now it's time to get up and get ready for your day.

''How about you get comfortable on the couch to feed the twins? I have a little surprise for you, but I want you to be sitting down, alright?'' he says, and you nod.

You pull on a pair of cotton panties and one of Tony's button-up shirts since it smells like him and it is very easy with breastfeeding. The twins are dressed in pajamas and hats as Tony carries them downstairs.

''Alright, here's little Hudson for you, Sunshine; he's a little crabby this morning, so he's probably hungry,'' he says as you take him, and it's almost as if the sun parts the clouds, and he's his happy self again.

''Crabby, you say?'' you ask Tony with a smile, and the glare Tony shoots your way has you laughing loudly.

Hudson latched on and started drinking happily, and Tony went to grab the present for your anniversary, almost getting impatient as he was waiting for you to see it.

''It arrived yesterday, so I sadly didn't have time to wrap it, but I hope you will still enjoy it. Happy anniversary, Sunshine,'' he tells you as he holds the large frame with three photos.

In the photo on the left, Tony sits on the floor with little Orion cradled to his chest, a big bow on her head, and her eyes closed. She's wrapped in a blanket that matches Tony's jacket, and he's looking at her with pure adoration.

On the right one, it's Tony with little Hudson, who's wearing a little grey hat and wrapped in a blanket that makes him look adorable, and he's turned to the camera in Tony's arms so you can see his chubby cheeks.

In the middle photo, they're each lying on one of his arms, and he's standing proud with them in his arms, showing off his little matching Munchkins to the camera. He's smiling wide, and you can't help but cry as you watch the photos.

''They're- I-'' is all you can get out before you let out a sob, and Tony puts down the frame before sitting next to you, carefully holding Orion as he comforts you.

You don't notice any writing at first, but when you see Tony's handwriting, the words make you cry even harder.

''We're proud to have you as our Mommy and girlfriend/fiancée/wife!''

''It's perfect...'' you say softly, looking at the text at the bottom of the frame, making you smile wide. You know you'll never let this man go at this moment. He'll be stuck with you forever.