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usoppsstar · 2 years ago

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Op men when you're pregnant 🍼🍼🍼

Pairings: Op men x f! Reader

Characters: Sanji, Usopp, Zoro, Luffy

Tw: none it's fluffy/ mention of boobs getting bigger

Notes: A lot of pregnant reader being fussed over and protected, if you're looking for an op reader this might not be the fic for you sorry; you're not necessarily married to them in these, except for Sanji; I've already got thoughts for a part two; as always, this is proofread but there may still be mistakes🍼🍼🍼

🍼 Masterlist Angst ver Pt.2

🍼Sanji

We all already know that Sanji's pregnant wife isn't lifting a finger. Your feet wouldn't touch the ground either if it wasn't for the exercises chopper makes you do so your labor will be easier . If you thought he pampered you before, you won't believe how he waits on you when you're having a baby.

"Hey chopper! What's this I hear about y/n having to workout!? My lovely wife is carrying our baby! Just her sitting there looking round and adorable should already be enough!"

Has a huge problem when he finds out about the exercises Chopper prescribed you until he saw just how cute you looked trying to do them. Throws a fit and gushes about how adorable you are until eventually you get frustrated with him( and trying to balance on an exercise ball) and tell him to go away.( He's also not a great influence either cuz he's quick to tell you it's fine to stop when you get frustrated, only for you both to be lectured by Chopper).

Now, Sanji might fuss with Chopper over your little cardio regimens but he takes your diet and the food Chopper recommends very seriously, and it's obvious to everyone on the crew. From how long it takes for it to be time to eat because he's taking extra time to add extra care to your dishes, to the way NO ONE is eating until you get your plate. Not that your crew has any problem with you eating first anyway( even Luffy) but your husband can get carried away and lose track of time. They eventually come up with a plan that always gets Sanji moving. Wait until you get hungry,watch as you stomp into the kitchen, and get ready to eat.

Since we're on food, it's a given that there's no craving that you can conjure up that Sanji won't make into a gourmet dish for you( unless it's something inedible like laundry detergent unfortunately). Sanji is pretty strict with your diet though, and although you don't whine much cuz anything he makes tastes amazing, there are times when you can't help but ask for something deep fried or drowned in ice cream and caramel.

Besides that though,Sanji pretty much gives you whatever you want.You are always right during your pregnancy, no matter how irrational or illogical you're being, and that's because you are getting absolutely no logic from your man. It can be asking him to get you golden cheese from the moon as a craving or telling him that the jar you can't open is plotting against you. To Sanji you can do no wrong while you're carrying you twos baby(not that you can ever do wrong in his eyes anyway)

I feel like this is a given of course but Sanji is super overprotective of you while you're pregnant,even more than usual. Always keeping an eye on you and checking on you, or asking another crewmate to look over you if he can't. It's even worse for him during a fight. Is it safer to keep you close to him the entire time or should he leave you somewhere "safe"? Is that somewhere safe, safe enough? What if someone targets you once he leaves? There's not a peaceful moment for Sanji as long as there's a threat anywhere within a hundred miles of you and because of this Sanji frets over you relentlessly during a fight. Everyone knows it would be different if you were in your original state and could defend yourself like always, but because you aren't, you don't complain when Sanji frets over you 24/7. Simply because you know that no one would hurt more than Sanji if any harm should come to you or the baby when he wasn't around to protect you.

On a fluffier note! Sanji sings to you and the baby

Late at night, when most of the crew have turned in for bed and you two(three) are the only ones left in the kitchen. He'll make you your favorite snack ,prop your feet up, and sing to you while he finishes cleaning up the kitchen. You usually drift off to sleep, and Sanji, always carries you back to your bedroom.

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🍼Usopp

Usopp likes to dress you up, specifically in…

Overalls. He wants to see your pregnant belly in overalls.

There is nothing cuter to him. Of Course he wouldn't actually ask you to put on the jean ones, but the huge, fabric overalls that come in a variety of colors?? Yes please. Maybe it's because he enjoys wearing overalls himself but there's something about the pockets and the look itself that gives him serotonin. He likes to see you in any of the clothes he either bought or made with you in mind really. His feelings do get hurt sometimes though because as much as you appreciate him and as lovely and comfortable as the clothes are, sometimes the most comfortable outfit to you is a baggy shirt and a pair of his boxers. He'll pout but low-key, he thinks you look good in that too.

He talks to your belly all the time. He finds it fun, especially when he feels a kick. He likes to pretend that the baby is reacting to his story, even if he knows they might just be stretching or something. Besides, we all know that Usopp never misses a chance to tell an impressionable mind an outlandish story about his past. So who better to tell his tales to than his unborn baby? Get this though, despite the amazing adventures he's been on and how incredible his skills actually are now, he tells made up stories anyway. The stories are more precious to him this way, almost like a gift for his unborn child. A story no one else has heard(Besides you anyway lol).

Usopp is building baby stuff the moment Chopper tells you both you're pregnant, like for real sketching up designs that same night. He's discussing room floor plans with Franky, he's picking out fabrics for toys and paint for walls, and asking you if the baby should have a crib or a bassinet. It's low-key a stress reliever for him. There are plenty of times when you'll wake up in the middle of the night, to use the restroom or get some water, and you'll notice the light on in his workshop. Usopp Is always super careful not to wake you up whenever he does this, so you usually never notice, but whenever he can't sleep he goes to his workshop. So ever since you two have been expecting, whenever he can't seem to get some rest,he crafts things for the baby. You usually choose to sleep on the bed in there with him when you find him like this,even if he encourages you to sleep where it's more comfortable( you always wake up in his arms in your guy's bed anyway though)

Usopp would never let anything hurt you while you're vulnerable like this, and there's no fight he'll lose if you're behind him. Unlike Sanji, Usopp has no problem deciding if he'll stay behind with you and watch over you that way, or entrust you to another crewmate and do his job somewhere else. He'd much rather you stay on the Sunny rather than venturing onto the island where the danger is, and as much as he trusts his crew with your safety, he'd just be thinking about you the entire time if he left you. If push comes to shove and his role is crucial, he'll leave you with chopper or Nami or even on your own, and trust that you'll keep yourself hidden. It's not going to stop him from panicking the entire time though.

He makes it very obvious just how excited he is to welcome your new child into the world. If it wasn't evident with how much he was preparing for the arrival, how much he talks about it definitely gives it away. He's always talking about the kinds of things he'll teach them,the plants he'll show them( He's already started propagating some cuttings from his favorites), and just how incredible it is that you can carry an entire tiny person inside you like this, a part of both of you.

"It's just so fascinating that you can carry human life like this!" Usopp happily tells you one day as you sit with him while he tends to his plants outside.

"You're really incredible honey, you know that!?" He says before turning to you with a precious smile, one that makes you glad to be sharing parenthood with him.

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🍼Zoro

Will wake up and get things for you in the middle of the night no matter how late it is. Food, water, another pillow, another blanket, it doesn't matter. It takes a little effort to wake him up but he always will.

" Zoro?....... Zoro! Baby!" You whisper as you shake him

" Hunh!? Hm?" Zoro'll sputter and sit up on his elbows.

You'd think because of Zoro's sharp instincts, he'd wake up as soon as you need him right? And he would. If you were in any danger. Someone attacking the ship? He's up in a heartbeat. A particularly intense storm? He's up before you are. You about to pee the bed? He's awake and running you to the bathroom, but unless it's something of that nature, Zoro sleeps like a rock. He just has a sort of sensor in his sleep that differentiates emergencies from minor things, and if it's a minor thing your gonna have to darn near slap his a** to get him to wake up.

Zoro may seem like he doesn't fuss over you but he does, a lot. Someone on the outside looking in might think that Zoro doesn't pay much attention to you, judging by the relaxed way he's resting on deck, but really all his attention is tuned towards you. It's always been, but since Chopper found out that you were pregnant( you two didn't even realize for a few weeks), he's been extra attentive. Noticing changes in your tone when speaking, even if it's just playful banter between you and one of the crew, or changes in your mood at all. Always giving you looks that silently ask if you're tired or if you're ready to leave. It's as if he always knows exactly what you need, almost before you do. All it takes is a single glance and he understands what you're trying to tell him. Not even just when you're uncomfortable or tired, even if you're hot or hungry. Zoro will suddenly be over with an umbrella or loudly asking sanji when it's time to eat( which always ends in a fight because Sanji was already on top of it). It might just be his observation haki but sometimes it feels like something more special than that.

Zoro doesn't talk to your belly much. He'll tell you it feels awkward and he never knows what he's supposed to say but won't admit that it's actually because the first time you guys tried it, his deep voice startled your baby( you both literally saw the jump) and he's been secretly sulking ever since. It's also a little weird for him to talk to the baby because well, you're sitting there. You always reassure him that you're not listening but he knows you are, and that if he says anything that you deem cute, you'll never drop it. So yeah, he doesn't talk to your belly much. During the day anyway. What no one knows is that Zoro talks to your belly all the time after you fall asleep. Complaints about his crewmates, how luffy almost got them all killed today,how pretty he thought you looked today, and how much he looks forward to their arrival.

It didn't really compute to him that you guys are really going to have a tiny version of yourselves until your stomach starts to show. He doesn't notice it right away but one day you lifted your shirt after your short workout session( you decided to do it in the crow's nest with Zoro) and he saw just how tight and dome shaped your stomach looked. He only realized then, that a person was really growing in there. After that, he was pretty intrigued by how he could look away and next thing he knew, your stomach was that much bigger( that and *ahem* other things). He never told you of course but you eventually found out because Zoro kept making sure he was present whenever you changed clothes. That and he's always stroking your belly whenever you both are just chilling, nowadays he doesn't even realize he's doing it until he feels the kicks against his palm.

If you ever start to feel insecure about not being able to fight with your crew( once you get too big to move swiftly) Zoro is quick to reassure that it's alright to sit back and let him and the crew handle everything for now.

" No one here doubts just how capable you are, but that's not important now. There's someone in this crew that needs you more." Zoro tells you in a stern voice as he stands in front of you.

" So let me handle this alright?" He'll also say softly.

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🍼Luffy

Luffy talks and interacts with your belly as if your baby is already here. There's times when you actually kind of feel like a third wheel between your captain and your unborn child, and with the enthusiastic kicks and nudges you feel in response, you're justified in thinking your baby feels the same way as their dad. Besides the quick kiss he gives you before their conversation and the kiss he gives you after, there's no other indication that he acknowledges you're there( except when he mentions you).

He likes to do things like carry you around on his shoulder and describe the view to your baby when you all are about to dock on a new island because they can't see it. He also checks on you when everyone is hanging out on deck, stopping to press kisses on your cheek and tummy, or ask how you're doing and if the baby is kicking a lot( he finds it fascinating) and at night he likes to talk about his day to the two of you while laying a little of his weight on you.

Luffy had to learn to be more gentle with you now. No more flinging back to the ship with you, no more accidentally crashing into you, no more dragging you onto crazy islands he's intrigued by. He realized this for the first time when he went for a hug and your belly pressed into his and forced him to pause. It didn't take Nami to slap him in the head or Sanji to kick him. He just realized that it's not just you two anymore,there's three of you now and the smallest one depends solely on the both of you. After that he began to be more gentle with you and think just a little more about his actions.

Luffy hates it when you start to get upset, and no,not because he thinks it's annoying. He just hates for you to want for anything, especially food. You'll never get hungry as long as you have luffy around because he's always checking if you are. At first you thought it was an excuse to get more food out of Sanji, but when Luffy passed his plate to you and made sure you ate first during dinner for the first time, you knew he genuinely cared.He always encourages you to eat as much as you want too, his words always being

" It's OK! You're eating for two now!"

Of course you can't actually eat as much as Luffy thinks you should( his standards are insane) but you appreciate just how much he wants you to be happy and well-fed.

As much as Luffy likes to see you eating, he actually takes the diet Chopper gave you pretty seriously. What you thought would be late nights of sneaking into the kitchen( after bribing him with promises of letting him have some) were actually nights full of cuddles and sleepy scolding about how ' Chopper said you can't have that'. You figured it'd be pretty easy to convince luffy to help you cheat on your diet but he's pretty diligent, not wavering no matter how complain or hang on to him and instead giving you a teasing laugh and kiss. Now of course, Luffy can't actually stop you from getting a treat and he wouldn't try, if you were dead set on it, but there's something about Luffy being responsible for your sake that makes you want to be responsible too. That and the proud hugs and kisses he gives you when you resist the temptation of a sweet treat.( Luffy definitely asks Sanji to make something special but that's good for you too,though)

When it comes to your safety, unlike the other boys on this list, Luffy has absolutely no problem leaving you with the others because he knows all of them would protect their pregnant crewmate with their lives. He doesn't even mind leaving you on your own. Luffy just kind of knows when he should and shouldn't leave you alone, and if he has a feeling you'll be safe from harm, he'll leave you with a light heart. He doesn't even ask you to keep yourself safe, instead he holds you close, presses his forehead to yours, and promises that he'll stay safe, and that he'll be back for the both of you soon.

A/n: I finally finished this one, it took me way longer than I planned, but when you're a master procrastinator it gets a little difficult to write everyday. I've already thought about some head cannons for Kidd with pregnant reader, so there'll definitely be a part 2 to this. Yaaaay, I finally posted one piece content again. Thanks for reading🍼🍼🍼

#one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff #one piece x reader #usopp x reader #zoro x reader #luffy x reader #sanji x reader #monkey d luffy #sniper king usopp #roronoa zoro #sanji vinsmoke #luffy x black reader #sanji x black reader #zoro x black reader #usopp x black reader #usoppsstars fatherhood series

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eddiazx · 3 months ago

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burning up - buddie x reader

Based on this request: Would you maybe write a Buddie x reader where she's a diabetic. She gets the flu and it throws off her blood sugars and makes it hard to keep them in range. They take care of her and call off a shift because they don't want to leave her alone when she blood sugar is all over...?

You usually enjoy your mornings.

What’s not to love about waking up warm, safe, and in between your boyfriends in your king-sized bed?

Waking up with the flu. That’s what.

It’s early morning, and Eddie and Buck still have about an hour or so before they need to wake up for their morning shift. You usually wake up leisurely after them, but today, when your nose is red and your back is sweaty with a fever, you have to get out of bed and risk waking them up in the process.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie looks at you standing near the foot of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Flu, sorry that I woke you.” You whisper, since Buck was still sound asleep on his back.

Eddie's frown deepens, throwing off the covers and walking over to put the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're burning up and shaking, baby. Did you check your blood sugar?"

You shake your head, which was a grave mistake because all that did is make you dizzy.

"Alright, come on." Eddie says, scooping you up into his arms and gently placing you onto the couch in the living room. You close your eyes, and try to take a mini-nap, but Eddie comes back with your blood testing device and a glass of orange juice. He doesn't say a word, simply pricks your finger and waits patiently for the result to show up.

"It's really low, hon. Drink this."

You don't refute it and simply down the juice. When you're holding an empty glass, Buck joins the two of you on the couch. He takes it from you, before maneuvering you so that you were sitting in Eddie's lap, while your legs were outstretched onto his own.

"You both have to get ready for work." You say, noting the time.

"Our job today is to take care of you, babe." Buck says, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Should I make us some French toast?" Eddie says, throwing a blanket over the three of you.

"Eddie, you're supposed to put out fires, not start them." Buck teases, even though Eddie's French toast was renowned amongst the entire 118.

As you listen to your boyfriends bicker, you snuggle further into their warmth, a content smile on your face.

#buddie x reader #buddie x reader fluff #buddie #911 x reader #911 x you #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x you #evan buckley x y/n #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz x you #eddie diaz fic #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz #buck x eddie x reader

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samuraionyourmom · 4 months ago

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Been watching BSD with Japanese audio recently. More specifically, Wan and some of the audio dramas (highly recommend checking these out! This is the playlist I watched.) I find the difference between the way Chuuya and Dazai speak very interesting to me. This may be some base level observations to a native Japanese speaker, but I'd thought I'd share what I noticed. I'm not an expert by any means, so correct me if you see any mistakes!

So, first of all, Chuuya. He has a very masculine and vulgar way of speaking. He refers to himself as "Ore" (俺), which is typically used among teenage boys and is considered masculine and informal. Macho man kind of stuff. On top of that, he rolls his r's a lot, which is also considered very masculine and improper, similar to how a delinquent would talk. I don't necessarily think Chuuya is being overtly manly to the point of toxic masculinity, more so just him trying to be cool and assertive while he was with the Sheep, and then it just kinda stuck. You have to keep in mind that he grew up on the streets, and as the Sheep's leader and protector, it was his job to come across as powerful to keep them safe, so he may have spoke like that to try and intimidate their enemies. Overall, Chuuya's speech is very brash, aggressive, and masculine.

Dazai, on the other hand, is quite formal when he speaks. He refers to himself as "Watashi" (わたし) which is used in formal situations and could be considered slightly feminine. There is something to be said about gender here and how Dazai might identify, but that's another topic for another time. For now, I'm focusing on what this tells us about Dazai's personality, not his gender identity (though I am a huge fan of gender-fuckery Dazai). It's a more passive way of referring to oneself, like Dazai is taking a backseat in the conversation and wanting to seem harmless. Maybe a way of subtly manipulating the situation, maybe he simply doesn't want to exist or be perceived in this world, maybe a bit of both.

Another interesting thing is the way they refer to each other. Chuuya often calls Dazai "Temee" (手前) which is a very vulgar way of saying "you." It could equate to calling someone "bastard." Very, very rude, but that makes sense because Chuuya does NOT like Dazai. He also uses this on other people when they're being idiots, (ahem, Kajii), but it's usually reserved for Dazai. You would definitely never hear him use it for Kouyou, that's for sure. (Whom he calls Ane-san, btw! It's a formal way of saying "big sister," but it's also a common way of referring to a woman of power/ female superior in the mafia).

With Dazai, it's a little more complicated. In Japan, it's considered rude to refer to some as "you" so directly, similar to how it's considered rude to point at someone. So, usually, people will refer to someone as their name with some kind of honorific (-kun or -san, for some examples) that matches their status or by a title. Dazai does this with Kunikida by calling him "Kunikida-kun" or with Fukuzawa by calling him "Shachou" (meaning president in this context).

But with Chuuya, it's simply "Chuuya." Not "Chuuya-san" or even "Chuuya-kun." ("Chuuya-kun" happens a couple times, I believe, but it's rare). Dazai is purposely choosing to leave out any honorific here just to be disrespectful. It's not vulgar by any means like Chuuya's "Temee." Dazai isn't a very vulgar person, as seen by the fact he rarely swears, but he is going out of his way to choose the least polite option for the formal type of speech that he uses. He won't swear at Chuuya, but he will imply that he is somehow not worthy of having an honorific attached to his name when Dazai is speaking to him.

I just thought this was fascinating. Even their way of referring to themselves or others tells you a lot about their personalities. Chuuya isn't afraid to speak his mind, even if it's considered improper or aggressive, and it even gives a nod towards his upbringing on the streets. Dazai, on the other hand, is very purposeful with his language, and every word he uses has meaning. But he also can't resist being a little shit when it comes to Chuuya, doing whatever he can to tease him.

Again, I'm not fluent in Japanese in any way, so if a person who knows a little more about this sees something wrong with what I said, feel free to let me know! Or even add your own observations! I'd love to chat about this.

#this is something I think about often #there is definitely some room here for headcanons and gender fuckery #like Chuuya using such masculine language because he's a trans man #and he's trying to make up for the fact his height makes him dysphoric or something #or Dazai's use of watashi might because he doesn't identify with any particular gender or is gender fluid #the point is that there is a lot you can do with this #This is why I often have Dazai refer to Chuuya in the third person in my fics when speaking to him like “Chuuya is stupid”#It's a nod to the way he refers to him in the orginal dub #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya nakahara

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usoppshoneydew · 4 months ago

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"Affection And Focaccia"🥖🥖🥖

S: You're only stopping by Simon's bakery because you have a new recipe in mind, that's all. It's not as if there's any other reason to visit your burly Baker.

Pairing: Baker! Simon x Black!F! Reader

Tw: none/ it's fluffy

Wc: 2.9k

Notes: It's just more Baker!Simon; reader owns a general store across the street from Simon; This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🥖🥖

“Good morning Simon!” Your cheerful voice mingles with the chime above his door, and lifts his previous quiet like good yeast to a better bread dough. Simon glances up at you from the cinnamon rolls he's piping frosting onto,with a small smile hidden behind his mask.

“A little too good, if ya ask me.” He teases as you walk up to the counter, poking fun at all your energy so early in the morning. You roll your eyes and gently plop a cup of coffee by his register. A cold brew just how Simon likes it, the dark liquid and ice swishing lightly.

“Don't act as if you don't start the day even earlier than I do.” You suck your teeth and say before moving to the display case. Simon just blows an amused huff and puts down his piping bag to take a grateful sip from the cup, letting out a deep hum as thanks. You shuffle and focus on slices of carrot cake, instead of letting his voice and that hum register in your ears. You purposely avoid looking at his face once he pulls his mask down, feeling as if it'd be invading his privacy, even if he was the one to pull it down in front of you.

“Yeah, but I'm still not awake. Energy hasn't caught up to me yet.” he mumbles around his straw, insinuating that he'll be as cheery as you later today, making you both laugh. Simon lets you take your time looking for whatever confectionery you came in for this morning and takes a moment to do some looking of his own. Your shop didn't open for another hour or so, meaning you were still in your casual wear. It's nothing but a sweater and jeans but Simon still struggles to take his eyes off you. Well, even in a grocers apron and uniform to Simon you look incredible, but there's something about your comfortable clothes. It's like he gets a glimpse of what you're like outside his bakery and your general store. It makes him want to see more of it. When you look up and meet his eyes, Simon doesn't flinch, just lets you take in the honeyed way he's looking at you and glance away on your own.

“What's got you gracing me with your presence so early today?” Simon continues with ease, knowing there's heat building under your pretty, pigmented skin, even if he can't see it. You recover from catching Simon shamelessly checking you out, and manage to answer him.

“Gonna be closing the shop early today so I thought I'd buy lunch for later.” you explain and Simon puts it away in his mind that he shouldn't look forward to seeing you later like he usually does. You continue to scan his bread shelves, lip poked out slightly in concentration, and Simon watches this fondly before speaking up.

“Your usual then, miss?” He inquires while placing the freshly iced cinnamon rolls behind the display, even though it's obvious you're looking for something else today. You rub your chin and do one more once over of his stock, making Simon wonder what you could possibly be looking for today, before turning around.

“Actually I wanted some of your famous focaccia today sir.” You hum and walk back over to the register.

“But I don't see any?” you finish and look at him with questioning eyes making Simon curse in his head. It made sense that you were confused. Simon's bakery always has focaccia stocked. The flavors and varieties change but the bread itself is a pretty much constant item in his store, simply because it's simple to make while simultaneously being his best seller. It's just his luck that the first time you come in for some, is right after the men had a late night drinking and Johnny woke up this morning and ate the first thing he could find. Simon lets out an imperceptible sigh, his broad chest only rising and falling slightly.

“ It's cooling on the rack now. Got a bit of a late start on it today.” Simon explains, deciding to take the blame rather than throw his friend under the bus. Johnny's already paying for drinks next time as payment. You nod with a silent ‘oh ok’. It wasn't that big a deal, not at all, you could just get something else, but to Simon the fact that you came here this morning looking forward to something and he couldn't give it to you, was unacceptable.

“ That's fine. I'll just go with what I always get then-!” You start, your expression dropping slightly in understanding, but a drop at all was all he needed. You stop when Simon dusts his hands off on his apron and walks over to the small door in the counter. You feel your heart pick up in speed when he pulls up the short slab,opening up the lobby to the rest of the space.

“ If you've got a minute, I can cut a slice for you in the back.” He offers and steps to the side to invite you behind the counter. You falter for a moment, knowing it's not necessary to invite you into the kitchen just to cut you a piece of bread. For anyone else, he'd probably just head to the back and come out when he's done, but Simon never misses a chance to invite you behind the counter and you never miss a chance to accept. You meet his eyes for a short second, long enough to catch that honeyed gaze again, and give him a small nod.

“That sounds good, thanks Simon.” You agree with a cool smile, masking any feelings that were toeing over the border of a fun crush on a coworker. Simon gives you enough space to scoot past him and into the backroom, and settles some of the overexposed feelings in his own chest before following you.

The front of Simon's bakery is a sight in and of its own but it doesn't rival the kitchen. You're not sure how he got a hold of such a beautiful set up, but Simon’s back room has a large window that washes the space in bright sunlight, and somehow it fits the large, brooding man. You'll never forget the first time you ventured back here( after being given the ok the day before) and stumbled upon him. Face serene and content, sunlight washing over his broad frame, and music playing softly while he prepared his goods. Besides that, he has his steel island in the center, along with his rows of stainless steel ovens and racks. Then there were the homey touches like his corkboard with hastily scribbled on sticky notes and a little ghost keychain from your store. With the smell of baking bread always floating around, it created such a pleasant place to sit.

“I'll cut it in half so it cools faster.” Simon informs you while sliding past, the cologne Kyle bought him for his birthday that he didn't start wearing until recently, brushing your nose during the short second he filled your space. He walks over to the large island and it's only then that you notice the large trays of focaccia bread resting in the center, the bread puffy and golden brown.

“So, got a new recipe in mind?” Simon makes conversation, while washing his hands and replacing his gloves. You set your purse down next to the small radio playing music at a low tune. Through the fire by chaka Khan, a choice that would surprise you if you hadn't already heard him listening to 70s music in the past.

“ Yeah! I saw this sandwich idea on TikTik, that I wanted to try out. I bought the meat from Johnny's place a while ago and want to use it soon. Can't let it go bad.” you explain as you make yourself comfortable on the tall wooden stool by the radio. Well, as comfortable as you can on a stool. Simon pauses for such a short moment that if you weren't already trying not to look at the way his shirt sleeves stretched around his biceps, you would've missed it.

“Ah, alright.” Simon responds shortly, understanding everything but one obvious detail in what you'd just said, and you notice. Simon doesn't even have to look up from where he's using a bread knife to slice a part of the focaccia in half, letting more heat escape. He knows your wide eyes are watching him and the corners of your lips are quirking up into a suspicious smile. You both sit in silence for a millisecondonger before you open your mouth.

“Do you know what TikTik is-?” You start and can hardly get the words out before Simon lets out an irritated groan. You burst out laughing, leaning back on the stool, and Simon just shakes his head, fighting off his own smile.

“Oy, I've heard of it alright? Just haven't got around to downloading it.” he defends himself and if you didn't know any better you'd swear you can hear a bit of a pout in his voice. You let your giggles taper off as Simon just shakes his head again, this time with an air of fondness because he can't help soften like butter when you laugh.

“Kyle and Johnny are always talking about that damn app. So what? They've got recipes on there too?” Simon inquires further, before looking for something extra that he could send you off with. Johnny only ever showed him things that left him with less brain cells than he had before he watched them, and Kyle tended to send him things he didn't entirely understand. You spread your legs a tiny bit and rest both your hands on the chair between them.

“ Mmh hmm! People can post anything. Art, recipes, book recommendations, baking.” You add with emphasis and do a small gesture towards what looked like a tray of buns that Simon had pulled out sometime during this conversation. He hums thoughtfully while pulling a plump piping bag full of custard out of his industrial refrigerator. Simon's told you before that custard separated in the fridge when it's not cooked right, and judging by the way the bag is full to the brim with fluffy pastry cream, that's not something he has to worry about.

“Baking hm? Maybe I should download it then.” he mumbles in response before picking up a bread bun and stuffing custard inside. If it'll give him something else to talk to you about, a reason to interact outside of the few hours he sees you during work, Simon was game. You could send him anything you found funny or endearing and he'd welcome it. He glances up at you, noticing you hadn't responded to him and startles when he sees your face scrunched up in, what he guessed is disgust.

“Nah don't bother. There's some nice things about it, but it's really just a time waster.” you respond with a shake of your head. An image of Simon turning into one of those guys that make thirst traps with food, makes a visible shudder run up your spine. No matter how fine he looks in an apron, nothing would make up for the level of cringe guys like that create. Besides, something about the thought of Simon wasting his time away on his phone like the rest of you mere mortals, made you disgruntled. Something desolate shades over Simon's eyes then, immediately making you regret shutting down his idea.

“Could use something like that. Can't find enough things to do these days.” He murmurs deeply and you pause. That made sense. Simon has told you before that he served in the military. He never elaborated on what he did or what rank he got to be, but how protective he was of the information made you feel it was probably something important. He's retired now, but you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that serving in the military likely leaves you with things you'd rather not have enough time to dwell on. You bite at your fingers, hating the tide this conversation had turned, and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“ If you need to waste time just hang out with me. You know I'm never doing much.” you suggest casually and Simon glances up at you in surprise. You hold his gaze and nod with a small shrug. It had been said in hopes of lightening the mood, but you meant what you'd said.

Aside from the time you spend with friends and family every now and then, you spend most of your time either in your flat or your store. That or in Simon's bakery of course. You're the kind of person that likes company. You don't have to speak with one another or fill the space. You just like to be in the presence of people you care about while doing your own thing. There was something about just knowing they're there that made you feel content. The thought of Simon relaxing in your living room with a book while you paint in the corner by your window, the night air keeping you cool, flashes in your mind, and the image alone makes your heartbeat a little faster. You meet Simon's eyes and he feels his face heat up behind his mask, but he surprises you by shaking his head.

“That wouldn't work.” He responds to you quietly and your heart drops. It looks like you were wrong to think that your company would be something he'd want outside of work, or that you could ease some of the thoughts clouding his mind. You rush to apologize when Simon walks up to you and places your bagged bread and cream bun in your lap. Your breath catches in your throat at his close proximity, his chest right in your face, but Simon looks down at you unaffected.

“If it's with you then it wouldn't be a waste, now would it?” He says softly while squatting down to your level. You're stunned silent as he brushes one of his fingers over your combed baby hairs. Oh. That was a good argument. You gaze at one another for a moment longer before you nod again and roll your eyes a little.

“Well, if you need some way to spend your time, you can spend it with me.” you reply quietly and run your thumb along the seam of his mask. You look into his eyes for permission and your heart jumps when he nods lightly. You breath softly, and right as you're about to tug his mask down, the loud chime of the bakery door rings into the room. Both you and Simon glance at the kitchen door as familiar voices fill the front of the shop.

“Dammit, completely forgot we were open.” Simon grunts before standing up, his broad body filling your vision for a second. You try not to feel too flattered that he was so invested in your conversation, he'd momentarily forgotten about his store. That wasn't necessarily a good thing after all, but it doesn't stop the butterflies you feel. While Simon pokes out his head to tell who you're sure is the town's elderly mothers, that he'll be out in a minute, you grab your purse and bag of pastries. You gently tap his back while sliding past him to get through the door, and Simon looks away from the chattering ladies to glance at you.

“Here Simon,let me pay you for the bread real quick, then I'll get out of your hair.” You whisper before grabbing a few bills. You try to hand them to him but Simon just wraps his large palm around yours. You meet his deep brown eyes as he presses the money back towards you, stepping closer and blocking you from sight of his customers.

“ It's on the house. Just save me a drink later, yeah?” he suggests instead, referencing the strawberry milk he always buys from your store, and what was a laugh turns into a small gasp when Simon leans into your space again.

“I'll take you up on that offer from before though.” he whispers against your temple with a hand at the small of your back, before leaving to handle the line of elderly women, who have gone suspiciously silent while waiting for their daily bread and gossip. His cologne is barely leaving your senses when you suddenly remember to breathe. You clear your throat quietly, never more grateful that the heat behind your cheeks isn't visible to the many, watching eyes behind the counter. It doesn't matter though because they'd seen everything they needed to.

“Excuse me ladies! I'll be seeing you later.” You excuse yourself politely before making your way to your own business, knowing that the ladies would be swarming your general store for answers later. Simon watches you leave with a small smile, looking forward to the interactions to come, until he hears someone clear their throat. Simon looks up to see a number of eyes looking back at him expectantly.

“Ahem, is there something you want to tell us Simon? Starting with a ‘you’ and ending with a ‘were right’?” Mrs. Thomas asks with an arched eyebrow, the other woman behind her wearing matching expressions. Simon takes a deep breath to prepare himself. He has his work cut out for him now.

A/n: I thought up some random dialogue for Baker!Simon and forced myself to write an entire fic around it. It was giving me way more stress than necessary, so I decided to stop nitpicking and just finish it. It's not perfect, I'm not crazy about it, but it's not bad either. Thanks for reading!🥖🥖🥖

🥖Taggies: @cookieswithay

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whatdoyouwanttocallmefor · 2 months ago

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍᴇʀ- ʜᴀɴ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ

WARNING: Mature themes, violence, possessiveness, power dynamics, dark romance, mdni, no proofread, etc...

TAGLIST: @lixies-favorite-cookie

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Han Jisung was a mastermind. He thrived in the shadows, weaving schemes and outmanoeuvring enemies before they even realized they were playing his game. To the outside world, he was unpredictable and dangerous, a man whose charming smile masked the devil lurking beneath.

But to you? He was the man who kissed your forehead every morning before you woke up, who made sure your favorite pastries were waiting on the kitchen counter, and who spoiled you like it was his life’s mission.

“Here.”

You blinked down at the envelope he slid across the marble countertop. “What’s this?”

“A gift,” he grinned, propping his chin on his palm as he watched you open it.

Your eyes widened. “Jisung, this is a black card.”

“Exactly.”

You gawked at him. “I can’t—”

“You can, and you will,” he cut in smoothly, twirling a pen between his fingers. “Baby, money means nothing to me, but making you happy? That’s priceless.”

Your heart squeezed, but before you could protest again, he was already moving on. That was Jisung never one to linger on sentimental moments, even when they meant the most.

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His protection over you wasn’t just financial. It was absolute. No one dared to lay a hand on what belonged to Han Jisung.

You learned that the hard way one night when someone made the mistake of touching your wrist on the street. It had been innocent, just a stranger trying to get your attention, but before you could even register what was happening, Jisung was already there.

His grip on the man’s arm was like a vice, his usual playful demeanour nowhere in sight. His voice was low, lethal. “You must have a death wish.”

The man stammered, his face draining of colour. “I—I didn’t mean—”

Jisung twisted his arm slightly, just enough to make him whimper. “Then you shouldn’t have touched what’s mine.”

You placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder, trying to ground him. “Jisung, let go.”

His jaw tightened, but after a beat, he released the man, who scrambled away without a second glance.

That night, as you lay curled up in bed, he held you close, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your back.

“I don’t just buy you things to spoil you,” he murmured, voice softer now. “It’s my way of keeping you safe. Of making sure you never have to worry.”

You tilted your head to look at him. “You don’t have to do that, you know.”

His lips quirked into a sad smile. “I do. Because this world is ugly, and I won’t let it touch you.”

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A week later, the man who had grabbed your wrist disappeared.

You didn’t ask Jisung what happened.

And he didn’t tell you.

He simply pulled you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I warned him.”

You exhaled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “What am I going to do with you?”

His grin was back, all mischief and charm. “Keep me forever?”

---

Han Jisung was chaos wrapped in silk, danger masked by an easy smile. But his love for you? That was the only thing in his life that was certain.

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CUTIE HANNIE WARFGHHHH!! Anyways, don't forget to check out the List if you didnt read the other members yet. hihi. THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

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reallyromealone · 1 year ago

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May I request Leona K. x male reader? Reader is like Isabella Madrigal from Encanto. He is florokinetic, is beautiful and graceful in every way, and has a sass streak. Maybe just enemies to lovers? Thank you, and take your time!

Title: careful it's carnivorous

Pairing: Leona kingscholar x reader

Fandom: twisted wonderland

Warnings:

Notes:

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

Flowers.

Everywhere.

God Leona hated spring, it was when his least favorite classmate was fully... Himself.

Everyone knew (name), his floral magic was like nothing anyone had seen before and annoyingly perfect as he provided professor Crewel a flower he needed through magic.

"We will be pairing our all in groups of two, the names for each group are on the chart by the door" Crewel said simply as the class ended, each student going to check theit name on the list before leaving "oh you have to be kidding" (name) grumbled as he looked at the chart, his name was right beside the most insufferable person at this schools, Leona Kingscholar. "You better pull your weight!" (Name) seethed and Leona rolled his eyes "why don't you stop telling me what to do?" He drawled out with a catty smile, (name) fuming before storming off.

Leona grumbled as he walked into the greenhouse, (name) already gone to work at collecting things "couldn't you just magic the supplies? Or is your magic just good for making flowers" Leona said mockingly and (name) rolled his eyes "it would be unfair of us to do that, I'm not gonna cheat my way through this" now it was Leona's turn to roll his eyes as he looked at (name) "what are we even doing?"

"Luck potion" an extremely difficult potion, one mistake and they wouldn't even remotely have time to make a new one with its fermenting process.

"You think we can handle that?"

"If you stop lazing around, we absolutely could" (name) was self-assured, as always and Leona scoffed at him "god you're insufferable"

"I can't, I'm sorry" (name) said over the phone, it was known in the Pomefiore dorm that (name) had a complex relationship with his family, especially his grandmother who treated him like a trophy of sorts "I-im sorry, I have too many commitments here"

Another engagement offer.

He wasn't some bargaining chip.

After phone calls, he often found himself sitting in the greenhouse alone, frustration and hurt seeped through him as he let his composure slip, god he was just so done.

Being the eldest of seven, the responsibilities fell on him aways and he knew he made his grandma upset when he chose night ravens college over royal swords academy but he did it because he wanted this school, it had what he wanted.

Leona sighed as he walked through the halls of the academy, doing the patrols before bed when he saw a familiar figure walk towards the greenhouse "oh?" Well tonight was sure interesting to say the least, after all... "Wow, the perfect one breaking a rule? Isn't this funny" (name) turned to see Leona smirk down at him "just... Shut up" (name) whispered as he stood up "you can be cocky and shit but just... Shut up for once" (name) whispered as vines grew around the garden "can't you just leave me alone for once?"

"Wow, wheres the bite you usually have? Come on, pretty boy" Leona taunted and (name) felt his patience wear thin "can you just fuck off!" He yelled as cacti grew around them, the two stunned "you can grow those?"

"Apparently I can" (name)s grandmother always told him he could only grow flowers... "So why are you out here, little Mr. Perfect?" (Name)s mood shifted as he glared at him "oh shut up, you lazy ass!" He spat back and Leona grinned, there was the snarky flower boy he knew and hated "god you can't shit your trap! God if you could use that energy for being a shit maybe use it for our project!"

"And maybe you could stop being so annoying for once and I would actually want to do it!"

"Asshole!"

"Priss!"

And somehow, (name)s foul mood about his grandmother was gone as the two argued down the ball and a tiny cactus with two flowers on it sat in the greenhouse.

The following day, Leona grumbled as he felt vines grab his ankle "hurry up before I drag you!" (Name) said as he strutted down the hall, looking flawless as Leona glared but followed, other students admiring (name) as he passed and bloomed flower crowns on each of their heads.

"(Name)" malleus said softly, staring down (name) as he and Ace were leaving the lab "Malleus" (name) said coldly, leaning back when malleus got closer "absolutely not, we are not doing this again" (name) glared and waved a bunch of flowers at his face as he and Leona went into the lab, locking the door behind them "I know he's insufferable but what was that about?" Leona stretched and (name) rolled his eyes, taking out their supplies from the small lockers they reserved.

"My grandmother tried to have me engaged to him, malleus was all for it but I said no because god if I have to hear about gargoyles one more time..."

"He never shuts up about them, also how is it I manage to show up to things before him!" Leona fired back as they started the project, both talking heatedly about the fae prince.

It was the first time they agreed on something.

After that, their conversations were less hostile and Leona actually found himself enjoying (name)s company.

(Name) walked into the greenhouse later in the afternoon and saw Leona sleeping in a sun beam, rolling his eyes at this (name) grabbed a notebook he forgotten and went to walk out but before he did... "He's sleeping, he won't know" and like that a leaf grew right where the sun was hitting his eyes.

Only Leona was awake and was smirking as (name) clicked the door shut.

After that, working with (name) was far more tolerable, the two actually not going at each other much to everyones surprise and when something strange happens... Rumors start.

"Apparently, you and I are engaged because you blackmailed my family" (name) teased as he looked over the sleeping hybrid "really? I heard we had a passionate makeout session after you confessed to me with a bouquet of roses" Leona said back and the two chuckled at the nonsense that their classmates came up with as they focused on their work-- well (name) did, Leona relaxed in the corner.

Then his phone went off.

Again

And again

"Hello grandma, yes I did hear--- well I am not interested in him! So I'm not marrying him! I don't care if he's a good connection!" (Name) angrily hung up And Leona raised an eyebrow "she sounds like a bitch" Leona said simply and (name) sighed "she isn't the best" (name) mumbled "she wants me to marry someone so she can get up in the social latter... But I would rather eat glass then be with the people she offered me to"

"Who would you want?"

"Someone who isn't pretentious, not going to put me in a box and doesn't make me act perfect"

"Act?"

"You think I want to be like this? Perfect? Unable to make a mistake?"

He just wanted to garden.

And that is when Leona fell.

(Name) was awkward after the project finished, looking over at Leona who was about to fall asleep but took notice of (name)s slight deflation "come on rabbit food" Leona grumbled as he dragged a confused (name) "where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it princess" (name) looked offended at the nickname, he was a prince at least!

And that's when it happened, in a forgotten corner of the school.

A kiss.

"Still think you're an ass"

#twst x reader #twst leona #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona x male reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #anime x male reader #anime x reader

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haddieyu · 5 months ago

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Overbearing Tension: part 1

Christian Yu x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, masturbation (f), slight exhibitionism (kinda?), sexting and sexcalling (mainly f receiving), I think that's it, lmk if there should be any other warnings!!!

Summary:

He needed a date for his second cousin's wedding and nobody else was available so he called you up. Not realising what the next night would be like.

Note: couldn't be bothered proof reading ngl so sorry if there's mistakes 😭 hope you enjoy!!!

You and Christian were never that close. You met through a long time friend of his, Dabin. You knew of him, of course, but you never thought you'd meet, or let alone call yourself friends with him, or whatever you two were.

Not that you two ever even flirted with eachother, but it wasn't that hard to feel the gazes. To feel the tension of his subtle attraction. You tried denying it though.

Why would he even be attracted to you? You were pretty simple, just a digital artist for Dabin's albums.

But fuck, the butterflies were there. Even a glance at him at your insides all fluttery. You wouldn't ever be able to look at him without a tiny tingle between your legs either.

You two occasionally began to talk, just subtle things like events coming up for DPR, but what you didn't expect was for a late last minute call at 1am.

Seeing his contact name, you picked up the phone, "Chri-"

"I need you."

Woah.

Holy fuck was an understatement. Already feeling an ache in your gut.

"I need you to be my date for my second cousins wedding."

What?

That was not what you were expecting.

"Please?"

You sighed, looking at my wall as his voice rang through the phone speaker.

"Why?"

"because I don't know who else would be available."

Really? That was it? Because you were available? You expected more. Maybe that he wanted you to be his date or something.

Shrugging off your thoughts, you recalled the few times he would listen to your problems. You guessed you could. A favour for a favour.

You finalised you decision, "Fine."

"Thank you." You could hear his sigh of relief. It was just a day, one day you would go to a wedding with him, even simply a few hours.

Wasn't that hard, right?

"No problem." You said with a little defeat, not even bothering to put up a fight as you began hanging up the phone.

The earler heart palpitations that came from how he said he wanted you were still there. The flutter between your thighs. That was so random, 'I need you.' Who the fuck says that first thing on a call?

"This man.."

"Uh... How's this?" You turned, looking at yourself in the long mirror of the dressing room. Shopping with him was one thing you didn't exactly expect. You thought maybe you'd just get a nice dress or whatever, but he insisted on matching.

Looking to him, you barely met his gaze. He was too focused on how it looked on you.

Not that it was a typical silk dress, it was fitting on the top but had a small lift on the bottom that went down in a long cascade, making your waist look longer and more snatched than usual.

"So?" You asked, verbally seeking affirmation on his opinion.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Huh?

Staring at him for a second. You recalled how he was usually a very sweet man, of course he would say something like this. Nothing to get all bashful and weak about. But you did.

"Are you sure..?" You asked a bit quieter.

"Darling... You look incredible."

Your face heated up, smiling at him. How you wish you could kiss the lips that parted as he said that sentence.

"Thank you. Should I get this one?" You turned back to the mirror, your hands on your sides as I looked and moved to see how the dress would look in action.

"Mhm."

*Closing the curtains, you sighed, trying to catch the breath you lost when you saw how he looked at you. You couldn't be going insane, he was clearly checking you out. And the compliments? Ugh.

If this man is seriously single you were gonna try to change that.

After purchasing the dress and holding the bag, you walked out with him. Already having have looked at suits for him.

"So.. this is a pretty fancy wedding, huh?" You tried making conversation, not wanting it to be awkward even if you were crippled with attraction for him.

"Uh, yeah." He was staring at his phone as you two walked.

Thinning your lips into a line as you looked at his phone, was he texting someone?

"Busy?" You asked suspiciously.

"Mh, a little.. just wedding things. They think you're my girlfriend."

Pause.

"What?" You immediately responded, stopping in your steps.

"Yeah.. I guess my mom just wants me to finally settle down or something."

"Ah.." you trailed off in momentary understanding. Gosh, being his girlfriend would be a dream. if only he knew the sight of his arms alone had your pussy fluttering for him.

"Does she bug you about it alot?"

A soft chuckle left his lips, "more than a lot. Constantly. She didn't fully understand how much I try to work. Especially with my.."

You

nodded at him, not needing him to continue. You knew even if he was very mature and emotioanlly available when it came to communicating, his mental health was rather touchy.

He gave you a soft smile, but you swore he wasn't looking at your eyes, but rather at your lips. But you looked away, nervous from how handsome he looked even glancing at you.

Get a grip, what the fuck?

"Let's eat," you changed the subject.

"yeah, yeah, okay," he followed as you went into whatever restaurant was close.

Taking your time to order and sitting a bit silently with eachother as you waited for the food.

You went on your phone, scrolling through social media silently since he seemed a bit out of it.

The feeling on a shoe gently tapping yours caught your attention, glancing forward to him only to be met by his playful gaze. A soft one.

Smiling at him, you tapped his foot back. Noticing his small smirk as he gently rubbed the tip of his foot against your ankle. Just what was he doing?

"you okay?" You questioned.

"Why wouldn't I be, darling?" God, that would always make you crumble.

"Nothing," you rubbed his ankle back, searching his face for a reaction. When the sight of subtle desire illuminated his expression, you gently bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the desire you were hit with like a heat wave.

Staring into his eyes silently since you didn't know where else to look. The tension between you in that moment was definitely palpable. Not thick and heavy, but definitely there in a way that turned you both on.

Being disrupted by the food was a blessing and a curse, focusing on eating but your stomach make you feel quesy. You were definitely going to need some sort of release by the end of the night or you'd go insane.

Heading home after bidding goodbye, you flopped onto your bed, sighing as a small smile lit up your face. He had to be into you. Or else you'd be insanely delusional with no explanation.

Your core ached for him, for some sort of release you knew some rubbing or toys wouldn't be able to help with. That's how badly you were attracted to him. Settling with a pillow between your legs as you'd watch some videos, even reading some sort of smut to distract you and get you off.

Nothing worked.

Turning off your phone and closing your eyes, you began to imagine. Mentally creating a scenario.

You went back to earlier in the day. When you were in the dressing room.

Slowly rocking your hips, you imagined if he had walked into your dressing room. The look of surprise that would be on your face before he would hold your face and start kissing you. His hand slipping into your panties and beginning to feel the we-

*Beep!*

Trying to ignore it as you continued rocking against your p-

*Beep!*

'Who the fuck is texting me?' you thought, opening your phone to the label of Christians name. Your eyes widening as you quickly sat up, opening the DM.

« you felt that too right?

What?

« felt what?

« the tension.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was this happening?

« just kidding. I was actually going to ask you a favour.

Is he for real? You just got soaked for him with a single text and now he's saying he's joking?

« can you pretend to be my girlfriend?

WHAT?

« excuse me? 😭

« sorry, darling. I know it sounds weird but I really need this. So my family will leave me alone atleast till the wedding is over.

This was so stupid. Was he being for real?

« aren't I already your date?

« yes but that's different. That's just my date, not my girlfriend.

He's a bit.. dumb.

« uhuh. So then why should I be your girlfriend if it's so different.

You were upset. Being his last option wasn't flattering but now he wants you as a fake girlfriend?

« because I need it. I need you.

Fuck... When he puts it like that..

« mmmmmmmmm maybe?

« darling.

« hmmmm 🤔

« I need you.

Staring at his text, an evil thought went through your mind.

« how badly do you need me, hm?

You responded. Your hand beginning to slip into your panties. Wait. This was wrong. You shouldn-

« Please, darling. I need you to do this for me.

Gently rubbing your arousal up and down to wetten your clit before you softly rubbed it, typing with one hand.

« you can do better than that.

You responded.

« fuck, please? I need you.

A tiny sigh of air left you, still rubbing your clit.

« darling?

You didn't respond, too cloudy with desire as you touched yourself with his text's.

« my love.. what are you doing?

Your heart skipped a beat, your hand stopping it's movenents as you quickly responded,

« nothing?

Your heart skipped another beat.

« don't lie to me. You just made me beg for you over text and you haven't responded once for 5 minutes. What are you doing?

Fuck, were you caught?

« sorry I was a just making my bed

« were you touching yourself?

Cough. A choke of spit getting caught in your throat as you read the text.

« WHAT?

« Don't give me that. You were, weren't you?

What the fuck? Were there cameras in here?

« uhm, what? That's a bit fucking weird to text me about ??

« so you were.

HOW DID HE KNOW?

« how? Were you rubbing yourself? Slipping your fingers inside? And to my texts too.

You didn't know how to respond to that, just staring at the screen with your jaw dropped.

« keep going.

Your breath caught in your throat. What?

« what do you mean?

« keep touching yourself.

« I

« Christian..

« nono, keep touching yourself.

A soft moan of desire emitting past your lips, rubbing your clit again as he continued typing.

« are you doing it like a girl good?

« nyes

You could barely type since it was with one hand, so turned on your eyes fluttered.

« are you all wet for me?

« I am

« have you been aching for me, my love?

« yessjendrj

« can't even type? You're so fluttery right now, aren't you?

Your finger sank inside your aching cunt. You never felt much when you fingered yourself but in that moment you wanted something inside you. You wanted him inside you. You needed it.

« fuck, Christian. I need you so badly.

That was extremely risky to text, but he already knew you were clearly touching yourself for him, what else could you lose?

« I know you do, darling.

« can you pick up for me?

You stared at the screen as his contact photo showed up with the green and red button, sighing shakily as you pressed the green button. Silent as you waited for him to speak first.

"Darling?"

You could practically hear the desire radiating off his voice, even through the phone.

"Yeah?" You answered quietly, a bit shaky in stabilisation.

"Fuck, you're shaky, baby."

"mh.." all you could muster was a noise.

"Are you touching yourself because of me?"

"yeah.." you breathed out, softly rubbing your clit with the finger that was inside you before.

"fuck, you don't know how much that turns me on."

"Christian.." you murmured his name softly. Wanting to somehow turn him on more, even if you were so clouded by your own desire.

"Are you rubbing yourself?"

"mh.. yes.."

"That's my pretty girl. Keep rubbing yourself for me, baby."

A soft whine left your mouth. All you wanted was him, and it was obvious he clearly knew that now. But fuck, how would you even face him after this?

"Just like that.."

He cooed softly

"You're making me so hard, all for you. I'm aching for you too, especially when I saw you in that dress, looking all.. fuck.."

Your eyes fluttered shut, your hand that was holding your phone began clamping so tight that your phone fell to the side of your head.

"Need you.. need you so bad.." you whimpered with all the strength and dignity you had left.

"Shh.. I know darling. Just keep rubbing your little nerves for me, okay? Imagine it being my fingers, softly tapping and rubbing your clit. Treating you the way you deserve.. all soaked and fluttert for me."

That was enough for you to mewl softly, finding the feeling that meant your orgasm was close.

"Close.." you whispered with all your might. you were clearly extremely shy and he loved it.

"keep going, you're doing such a good job for me."

Whimpering quietly, your eyes closed as you found your orgasm, the feeling overwhelming you from how hard it was, if anything it overstimulated you. Making you whine a bit louder as you continued rubbing your clit even if it hurt a little bit.

"That's it, just like that.. good girl.." he said softly through the phone.

Catching your breath, your eyes opened a bit tiredly, looking at the ceiling as the gravity of what just happened. And fuck, you wanted more.

"Thank you.." you said quietly, sacred someone would hear you as if you didn't live alone in your apartment.

"You did such a good job for me, cumming so sweetly all over your fingers for me.." he praised, making you needy again, but you were too tired to continue anything.

"Stay on call..?" You asked sleepily.

"Of course, baby. Close your eyes and sleep, hm?"

You yawned, closing your eyes. You were so tired from how hard you orgasmed that your hand was still in your panties.

Your mind slipped into a state of post-orgasm bliss that you fell asleep within one minute. Soft murmurs and sounds from your sleep went through the reciever, making him smile. Even if he had a boner as hard as rock.

"Goodnight pretty girl." He murmured softly before hanging up.

He leaned his head back, looking at the ceiling as he realised what happened. He couldn't wait till he saw you again, that was for sure.

I hope you enjoyed!!!!! That's just part one, expect part 2 soon 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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doki-doki-imagines · 1 year ago

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hi! maybe a little self indulgent but was wondering if you could write a lil drabble of earthrealm gang x yn (fem y/n if possible) but she’s related to shang tsung in some way (idk sister, daughter if u wanna get real silly) and shes just as pretty but just as mean :3c ty!

author note: In some the reader is the sister in others the daughter. Going for hcs for my mental health :)

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Johnny Cage: -He doesn't completely trust you, even if damn, you are hot. -Like he can't resist flirting with you even if it means getting the harshest rejection ever. -At this point, it is a challenge more than anything else. Once one of your failed potions exploded right into his face while he was blabbering one of his cheesy pickup lines. "You are smoking." "Hot?" "No, just smoking." You reply, pinching a strand of hair still on fire, extinguishing it. -You know 99% of boys stop flirting just before getting a date? Johnny's positive mindset won't let him fall for this trap. -Maybe you'll fall for his loserboy behavior…

Kenshi Takahashi: -Mh the ex-yakuza doesn't trust you one bit. Even if you never betrayed them. -It's just that you like lying a bit too much for his liking. -"I'll keep an eye on you." You chuckle "What eye? I don't see any on your face." You shrug his words off. -Nobody has ever been blacklisted this fast in Kenshi's mind. -But for real, he'll keep your every step checked ready to attack at any of your missteps. -"If you like spying on me so much you could take me out on a date so I can answer all your questions." You hear him choking on his saliva before snapping back. "How do you know I'm spying on you?" Your eyes widened getting closer to him "So I was right? You are spying on me? Damn, you must be so down bad for me-" -The idea of falling one of Wu Shi mountains sounds so good now for Kenshi. "Come pick me up at 9 p.m. and take me to a nice place it has been so long since I've eaten something nice." -Seems like Kenshi has a new problem to deal with. -Also because Madame Bo is the only place nearby…

Kung Lao: -He doesn't trust you at all, your mother may have been a nice woman but your father is terrible! And with your sharp words, Lao thinks you have taken his personality too. -"Begone sorcerer! My hat will slice you in two if you take another step closer." "I'm sure my words have done more damage than that stupid hat." -Actually, a friendship will develop thanks to your constant fights, not always won by you. -Raiden better if you stay alert, you have two sly foxes in the temple now

Raiden: -He isn't as wary as the others, after all you haven't done anything wrong. Being born from such an evil guy doesn't make you evil. -But damn, you can be so harsh with him at times. More than once Raiden wanted to remind you that if it wasn't for him you would be homeless and a loser just like your father. -But then Raiden remembers it's actually thanks to Liu Kang if you are there and bites his tongue. -You are also one of the few people able to make Raiden snap! Most monks never saw such fury before he met you. -"You should thank me. Weak minds don't last much in battle." "If you expect me to thank you for pissing me off you'll have to wait your entire lifetime, snotty sorcerer."

Liu Kang: -When he created this new timeline he hoped a sister could tone down Shang Tsung's evil intentions. -But at the end he threw you away, treating you like a stepping stone to the road to achieve his goal. -So Liu Kang took you in. That doesn't mean you will so easily forgive him for his mistake. -Your words slice his heart frequently. Not because you want to cry about your condition, it's mostly your fault after all, but simply because you like to tease that raw nerve that awakens a usually hidden side of him. -"Shut your mouth or I'll seal your lips forever!" "Ohhh-" you coo at his words "But then how I'll latch my lips at your throat? You seemed to like it yesterday." You say, pressing a finger on the spot where the hickey should be, already recovered thanks to his godly nature. -Liu Kang stomps his right foot on the ground before running out from your lab. How he can love you so much and despise you at the same time is something he still has to wrap his head around.

Geras: -A saint. You may tease, joke, just be nasty and Geras will reply with the calmest voice ever. -Liu Kang told him to make you feel at home and Geras takes his job seriously. -You nagged him a lot about the hourglass, making you take a small peak at it but he never let you close. -"You are too serious Geras, loosen up a little." "It's to compensate for your lack of rules." -You still have to warm up to each other…

Bi-Han: -He doesn't like you. AT ALL. -Bi-Han looks at you with a face dripping with scorn. Even if you are taller than him, he'll make you feel like an ant. -If you tease him too much he'll snap back and won't keep himself from hitting you. -But if you stroke his ego, promising him strength and glory… -As your brother told you "If you want men to do what you want stroke their ego and they will be at your feet." -He also did an analogy comparing the ego to a di- Okay I think the point is clear.

Kuai Liang: -He doesn't trust you, but if Liu Kang decided to keep you with them he won't oppose his decision. -Liang will often ask to train with you, mostly to test your skill level and eventually prepare for a future betrayal. -Also your lab will be often spied, checking if your experiments are safe and good for Earthrealm. -Till one day Liang found a small card on your desk "Train better your men, I could tell someone sneaked in the first time. Shirai Ryu won't last long otherwise." -He tightens the grip on the card, rolling it up before throwing it on the ground. -Liang was the only one that has been spying on you…

Tomas Vrbada: -He doesn't trust you immediately but he is one of the few to give you a chance. -Tomas won't be like a dog, following you around and completely trusting you, but he'll be one to bring you a hot beverage in cold winters when you are alone in your lab. -He answers wittily to your words and rarely he gets dejected. -"I suppose you won't survive in the Lin Kueis if you had a weak mind or if you are simply an idiot…" You whisper out, Tomas' ears catching your words anyway. "…You thought I was an idiot?" -You'd like to reply "Why the paste tense? I still do." but you decide to bite your tongue. You don't mind his company after all.

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raccoonscupoftea · 1 year ago

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🎮A Gamers profession

Timeskip!Kenma Kozume X F!Y/n

Summary: Y/n and Kenma are a couple, also living together. While Kenma is streaming and struggling with a game, he soon admitted to need help from you, a professional game breaker.

Warnings: Nerd talk, SFW, possible grammar mistakes, cause english is not my native language.

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You love your job. It's fun, well paying and not so stressful. Kenma, your boyfriend, also likes your job, but sometimes he just wants you to stuff your face with a pillow when he's playing, especially when he's livestreaming.

You often get to know the next top game before everyone else. You get information on a game while it's still in the making and you have to play the game for endless hours before it's officiall release.

You're not designing the game or anything. No, you're here to break the game into pieces, testing limits, testing the code, testing AI. If it breaks, then the developers have more work to do. Or they simply just decide it is going to be a 'feature'. It's their choice. You just deliver the bugs to them.

So, then why does kenma want to shut you up sometimes?

Because of your job, you have developed a very good sense for game mechanics, attack patterns and the more advanced stuff on how a game is build. When Kenma encounteres a boss, he just knows you could beat it in a few minutes. He knows you could rush to an over the top overpowered boss and never get hit once, thou it would take longer to beat it.

It's when Kenma's visibly is frustrated, staring at his screen with an unhealthy posture, you then sometimes get up from your couch and take a look at what he's struggling with. As soon as you got into frame the viewers will start to spam the chat with messages about you.

Mostly just spamming your name but others will write absurd things like "mama's here to help" or "the professional is watching"

You just have to stand behind the chair and kenma starts to tell you to not say anything.

"Don't you dare tell me, I want to find it out myself" he complains and you just put up your hands "I didn't do anything, I'm just watching, but tell me if you need help"

So far he never needed help from you. He of course is an intelligent and very good gamer himself. Never have you doubted him.

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You're currently on your own pc in a separate Office in your and Kenma's home. With a switch controller in your hands and feet up on a footrest, you happily enjoy playing some animal crossing on the bigger screen of your gaming setup.

Today's quiet cold so you're wearing a wearable blanked with a hoodie combined. It looks like a cat. On your table is a steaming hot tea, waiting to be cooled down a little. You were fishing all around the island in game to get the last fish of the museum collection, but the sporadic waves of tiredness are definitely not doing you a favour when it comes to pressing the right button at the right time. The game definitely knows how to get you so relaxed you could fall asleep right then and there in your gaming chair.

Another wave made you a little more tired than the usual waves. This time you had doze off for a few seconds before jolting back awake and continued your fishing spree. Work definitely was a bit to much with the winter holidays coming up and a lot of new games wanting to be released in early spring. Is also added up to your tiredness.

You glanced over to the time on your Pc and realised it's only 4pm, definitely to early to sleep now. You also know that Kenma was streaming for an hour now, since he always starts at 3pm.

Thou you don't learn from your mistake to play animal crossing while nearly dozing off and just continued, but rather than fishing you instead decided to continue to decorate the island.

It went well for the first hour. You made a plan and checked on the internet if there's the suitable furniture for it. The first decorations had been placed on their right spot, paths has been made but just a few minutes after the first hour, the tiredness has claimed you back.

While you were in the office relaxing every bone to a complete flat line, the person in the other office was nearly about to destroy a keyboard. The boss he was fighting was beating kenma every time to 0 HP. Kenma had stopped yesterday's stream in a near rage quit but today he had to beat it to get further in the game. He hasn't got past the boss and was getting more and more frustrated as well as confused. Sometimes he swears the boss just doesn't take damage and gets a massive attack bonus. Chat is convinced the boss wasn't beatable and was begging to kenma to bring out the game breaker, aka you.

Of course, he denied it at first but after an hour of trying and dying he finally gave up. Without a word he placed down his headphones, pushed his microphone back a little bit and walked out of the frame. His viewers were ecstatic and surprised that he'll need help from you.

As kenma was busting open the door to your office, the loud noise of the door made you jolt up from your chair. Your hair went places and the hoodie blanket went all the way up to your chin, telling kenma without a word that you were sleeping in your chair just now.

"I was definitely not sleeping" You stated in your defense with a sleep drunk voice, but Kenma did not believe you and smiled at how cuddly you looked. With a quick glance at the time you asked the streamer "Quit already? You're usually up till late at night"

Kenma placed his hands in the pocket of the black hoodie he's wearing and sighed, remembering why he's here in the first place "I think the game's bugged. I can't defeat the boss. I tried so many times" He slightly looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed about asking you.

At the word 'bugged' you stood up, placed the switch controller on the desk and walked over to him. You slipped your hands into his hoodie and took his hands in your own. "let's see what I can do"

The two of you went to his streaming room, but before you entered, the hood from your blanket hoodie went over your head to hide this atrocious mess of hair on your head. You quickly checked your appearance in the hallway mirror. As soon as the viewers got a glance at you and what you're wearing, they all typed in chat 'You're looking so cozy rn' 'where did you buy it?' 'looks so fluffy' 'I want to cuddle with you'

You waved at the camera to greed the viewers and kenma gestured you to sit down in his chair. You smiled at your boyfriend and placed your feet also on the chair, making you a cozy fluffy blanket ball.

He then quickly explained to you what he was doing and what was happening. Kenma then also pulled over another chair to sit down and watch you. You first tried your best max out attack and defence with his current equipment, but there wasn't even a slightest chance. You voiced out a small "Huh?" Before trying again.

The viewers could see on your face that something was up. You aren't a streamer and wasn't talking while playing the game and kenma knew to not disturb your concentration, but the viewers still seemed to enjoy watching you trying the best you could. It was the first time you were seriously playing a game with the intention to win and they were all very ecstatic as you tried to not get hit. One could tell how everyone was excited at this moment, the chat also was getting slower.

After half an hour, you had placed down the controller. The boss could hit the hero, because they weren't dodging anymore and the player dies in an instant. The question marks around your head were very visible. Something definitely is not right here. As soon as the game went to its pause menu, the viewers knew something serious it about to happen.

You grabbed the laptop from Kenma, booted it up, put in his password without a fail and went to the internet. The website from your work company appeared after a few clicks and at this moment Kenma realised what was happening.

He looked over to his camera and explained laughing "Guys, I apparently found a bug. Stuffs about to get serious now" The chat was then filled with suprised emojis. It didn't took 5 minutes and a donation came in.

Kenma glanced over to the donation site and read out loud "Thank you catlover51 for the..." He stopped a second as he saw the amount that was donated and was clearly surprised "Thank you for the 100$ and you had written down 'For Y/n, a little compensation gor having to work now' again thank you very much. You really didn't neet to donate so much"

As Kenma read the donation out loud you had began to smile behind the laptop sceen. Others then jumped onto the train as well and donated money from a single dollar to a little lager than 50$. Kenma was slightly overwhelmed my the sheer amount of donations that came in and couldn't stop thanking everyone, nearly shutting down the donation site so no one could waste more money on them. It was then you who calmed them down after finishing your research. You looked back to the camera and placed the laptop to the side "You don't need to pay me for this. It's my job and I love doing it. Also I get paid whenever I work, so I'm currently earning my money. But thank you for your concern" you smiled brightly at them before continuing to try out stuff in the game.

After some time nothing came out of the testing and you sighed. You glance over to your boyfriend, looking like a vet having to tell the owner some bad news. "You can't progress at this point, I'm sorry" His eyes widend "That's a joke right?" You just shook your head "Unfortunately not. You have found a very devastating bug, which stops you from killing the boss. As soon as an attack misses, the supposed damage gets stored and well... When the boss does hit you, then all of that stored damage gets released. That explains the bug with the one shot kill. This bug alone is manageable and already a known issue, but combined with the boss not taking any damage" you smiled at him with a sad face. "I'm sorry"

Kenma sighed and ruffled his hair "It's not your fault" he smiled and ruffled your hair as well. "Guess my save is busted then"

You took his hand in yours and looked him in the eyes. He squeezed your hand a little and looked back at you. There's a little spark in your eyes, telling him that there's something you could do "What are you up to?" He asked directly. Your eyes shift away, making you look innocent, scratching your cheek a little "I could force you out of the situation, by glitching you through a wall"

Usually kenma is against using glitches and exploits in his runs, but this is maybe the first occasion he'll consider it. He first looks at you with squinted eyes but then stood up "I'm going to the bathroom. Whatever you'll do, I'll don't know about it"

You're smile got bigger as he finished talking and went outside. He closed the door and after a little happy dance, you pressed onto respawn and forced the player to another part of the map. The viewers were watching your every step and were happy about you breaking a game infront of them.

As you were finished, you quickly saved the game and stood up, ready to leave.

"In my defence" you started talking into the camera a little bowed down to fit into the frame "I did not test this part of the game. Not my fault" You grabbed the open laptop and blew the viewers a goodbye kiss before you exited the streaming room.

On the way back to your own office, Kenma has finished his bathroom break. He grabbed your wrist before you could vanish into your room. He also grabbed the laptop and placed it on a sideboard. One hand of his wandered over to your waist, so he could pull you a little closer to him. "Thank you" he whisperd and gave you a little kiss on your cheek. "I'll make sure to finish today's stream a little earlier. Can't wait to cuddle you with this fluffy hoodie" he then again kissed your other cheek and headed back over to his room to see an alive character on a giant grassy field.

You on the other hand smiled and had to control your inner fangirl to not just scream and jump around. The viewers for sure could hear you if you were to loud.

You quickly grabbed Kenma's laptop and hid in your room, filling out a formula to get the new bug over to the Developers.

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lunasdestiny · 4 months ago

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hello there, what a nice day for some angst:3

i like to think that in the shattered glass universe, the relationship between hornet and optimus is quite sad and abusive; optimus would have some really bad anger issues, and every time hornet made a mistake or annoyed him he would take it on him; it was as if he were his punching bag

blades noticed this pattern, he was the one to patch hornet's wounds after a particularly bad punishment and listen to hornet vent or simply just be there for him

blades usually liked to mock hornet (lovingly), but in these moments, there was just silence, no crude remarks; he just listened, understood, and couldn't help but feel miserable for hornet, despite his i-don't-give-a-damn-about-others attitude

SG!Optimus and Hornet have a TERRIBLE relationship. No matter how hard Hornet worked for his possition of power Op still looked down on him. They never saw eye to eye which was normal but after realizing Op never cared and only saw him as a tool the tension became worse over time. Usually Hornet would bow his head and obey but eventually the scout started to bite back....

It all came to a head when Hornet dared to challenge the prime. Looking back on it he realizes that he overestimated himself at the time. Op pretty much almost killed him in front of everyone but thankfully stopped before the damage was done. "The only reason youre still functioning is because I still have use for you. But if you dare to defy me again I will throw you into the well." Hornet was silent as he limped away but as he sat alone with his wounds he thought about all the times the mech screwed him over and how he couldnt do shit about it.

Blades was the one who found him. And the only one who bothered to check in.

"You look awful." "...What do you want?" "Thought you might need some help with those dents."

Dispite Hornet not wanting the help Blades inserts himself into his space anyway to fix him up. Blades tries to make conversation as he works but Hornet just stays quiet. After prodding like usual Hornet finally speaks out while leaning away from Blades.

"I dont need your pity." *scoffs* "I dont pity you. Why would I pity someone who is clearly feared by a prime?" "???" "Youre strong, cunning, you even cheated death. You were the only one who spoke out against him and lived. He knows what you are cappable of and he's afraid. Because of that, I pity Prime for letting you live."

And that is how Hornet comes to the conclusion that he's gotta kill Optimus. But vengence isnt the only thing on his mind now thanks to Blades...

Once Hornet is cleaned up a bit Blades asks if hes feeling better.

"If I say yes...will you leave?" "Only if you want me to...would you like me to stay?"

#ask #okay BYEEEEEEE #bumbleblades #tf shattered glass #transformers #maccadam #tf bumblebee #rb blades #rescue bots #robots in disguise 2015 #rid 2015 #my art

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dann-art · 10 months ago

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I know that vampire chronicles aren't meant to be historical accurate. Like you read this and you know that all this events can happen in literally any time and space. Like really. The times doesn't really matter there, there are no nuances.

Listen, I'm not a historian, by any means. It's just like a hobby, but I have millions of them so I don't even learn that much.

Also I usually don't give a shit about accuracy in media, like whatever, until it's science do what you want, whatever suits your story

But sometimes it's time to say enough is enough.

So, we need to talk about Armands origin in Kievan Rus'. Okay, that's cool, we don't really explore it, but well whatever, at least we're not messing this up, right? Right?

While I was reading I ignored it. I was reading TVA in polish translation I thought like okay, names and nuances probably got lost in translation. It's a really bad translation tho.

But out of curiosity today I opened the book in English, because this was sticking in my head.

And it appears it wasn't translators fault.

So well, it's like kinda huge mistake. Like no one really checked it? But this book constantly claims that like Kievan Rus' was then in Russia. And suprise, suprise: that's simply not true. Well the term is kinda not right and can mean anything, like back it existed as state it was huge, but (judging on the mention of Kiev itself) that it was like somewhere in that area.

So I'll spare whole history, it's not relevant. We're stop around 1480's, when Armand was born (based on my calculations). And in that time the region was called Kiev Voivodeship (hope I got it right in english), and it was part of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania, and stayed there until 1569, when it passed to the Crown of the Kingdom of Poland (when the Polish-lithuanian commonwealth was created, but both countries were in union since early XV century)

So in the book we have some lines like this

Armand, bestie, I don't know how to break it to you, you're not russian. You never were. You've never lived in Russia (or back then I would use rather the name Moscow, but again I'm not a historian). More of a Ukrainian if so, but also not the world I would use. Most accurate would be rusyn (I think, or ruthenian???? I'm not sure how it works in English, anyway not russian).

Then we have this, and well... Oh boy. Something went really wrong with geography here. First of all, you've never been to Russia (or better say Principality of Moscow, like it wasn't even called Russia, from what I know, but i might be wrong).

So okay, Moscow and Novgorod were in part of Moscow indeed but Cracow!?!?!?? (Known also as my absolutely favourite city in the world). Like Cracow like Never ever has been a part of Russia. Okay, I get confusion with Kiev if you really really don't care about basic research. But Cracow???

Here's the map. Unfortunately it like administrative of Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth in 1619, but well you'll see my point. That doesn't make any sense

Cracow always was polish. Like it's our second capital. And look how far from Russia it is. Even during the partitions it goes to Austria not Russia.

Last thing I want to point out is this one

Like, man, maybe you speak russian, I do not doubt, like during travel to Moscow you could learn I guess.

I'm not entirely sure, but I guess the language there is ruthenian not russian. Like ruthenian is old language which is base for slavic languages such as Belarusian or Ukrainian. And what is also important it was not the language used in the Principality of Moscow, so it's definitely not russian.

Okay, thanks for reading if anyone is still there. I won't bore you any longer. It just was sitting in my head and I had to throw it out because we'll, basic research I guess.

#interview with a vampire #vampire chronicles #iwtv #armand #the vampire armand #anne rice #anne rice vampire chronicles #history #random info dump #i just needed to vent

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ohana-system · 3 months ago

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When we got our job and started making some money we started going to a certain coffee shop all the time to charge battery packs so that we could have a way to charge our phones and other devices while we're homeless. So we just became a regular who bought coffee twice a week, almost every week.

That's all we did. We bought coffee and we were polite about it. We were patient when they were in the middle of a rush. We said please and thank you whenever we asked for something. We were understanding when they made a mistake on our order and asked them to kindly fix it. Once, we had handed one dollar too many to the barista, and when they tried to hand it back, we shrugged and dropped it in the tip jar. That's it.

They got to know us by the name we were using at the time. They're always so accommodating whenever we ask for something. They tell us it's nice to see us. Last week, they accidentally made an extra lunch item that none of them wanted, so they offered it to us before the other customer that was in the shop. When we came in after we lost our job, the barista asked us how we were like usual. actually asked what was wrong when we were honest and said we weren't having a good day. They bought our coffee that day. Next time we came in, we had two interviews lined up. We paid for our coffee and the barista offered us congratulations and encouragement. Two weeks later, we came in again, and we were struggling not to be teary because we got rejected from those interviews. The barista bought our coffee again and offered us reassurance that something would work out.

We just had another interview yesterday. Today, we sat down at the coffee shop and plugged our battery packs in while we sat there on our phone for a bit to nervously check our notifications before we went to the counter. A random customer noticed us and offered to buy us a coffee.

None of these people know who we are. None of them know us as a person. They know our face and that we're well mannered to them, but they don't know anything about us or our values otherwise. We could be someone with opinions and beliefs that go against their morals. We could even be someone they wouldn't normally want to be nice to. Yet, they don't seem to consider any of that.

People are nice sometimes.

People

Are

Nice sometimes.

And that is a big development for me.

I hate people. I am the kind of man who would gladly see the majority of the world burn. I have experienced so much pain at the hands of human beings. In fact, I feel as though we encounter more bad than good.

Lately, however, when I think about burning down everyone and everything, I stop for a moment. I stop, and I think: Well, maybe I don't want that barista to burn. Maybe the person at the gas station, who offered to help us put a new bulb in our tail light simply because they see us all the time and noticed, doesn't quite deserve that either.

Do I now think people might be wonderful after all? Am I going to start trusting people over that? Absolutely not. Buying me coffee doesn't make them trustworthy. It certainly doesn't automatically make them a good person.

Though maybe, just perhaps, it also doesn't mean they should burn either.

- Rue

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kouhai-deactivated · 5 months ago

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Would mothers of children who've gone NC with them — the "bearers of life and the more sensible gender" by insistence — be surprised to know how commonly narcissistic their approach to parenting typically is? How shitty a lot of them are on average at apologizing to those they "gave life"? Mothers desperately need this reality check. Many of them. Because it blows my mind how there's such a lack of self-awareness on this among them. Fathers get shit on year-round for their parental inadequacies, and its not that it has no validity — but istg mothers need this humbling, too.

I hate how blameless some women feel they are for literally any quality of hurt, trauma or abuse they inflict on others simply because they're women, or because they're mothers, and especially when they're both. Specifically regarding their own kids. Talk about lording and weaponizing your authority over children you didn't even have to have, right? So many estranged adult children divest from family circles behind their parents' (not all the time, but usually a mother or mother-figure's) unwillingness to do so little as apologize to them. For anything. I keep reading articles about how this can be a generational or mental thing or a "trauma response" and full offense but like who tf cares?

Women who are mothers need to stop making excuses for this. Full-fucking-stop. Because not having the capacity to understand that you can absolutely damage your children long term with this kind of parenting style is insane. Even if you don't think you're this kind of mom, you cannot know that for sure if you don't consider yourself capable of wronging your child in a context where apologizing is humanely necessary. Especially when it comes to your daughters. That one in particular, yall have zero accountability for.

Stop making bad parental behavior among mothers excusable or dismissible bc its fucking not. Hold their feet to the same flame y'all hold bad fathers' to, if anything. Being a mother doesn't give you any sort of immunity to being a shitty parent, or making parental mistakes, or being wrong. Being the kind of parent who doesn't have the range to understand this — letalone who doesn't think they've ever owed their child/ren an apology, is so unfucking original and I'm tired of women getting away with it.

#bad parenting #toxic femininity #bad mothering #bad fathers #mine.txt #double standards #antinatalism #bad moms #bad mothers #motherhood

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year ago

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Ghost Part 2

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: Jack makes it known to you that he wants to do right by Ace, but you still have hesitations in the back of your mind. It isn't until he decides to do something drastic that lets you know you had been right all along and that you will do anything to protect your son.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Read Part 1 first

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After that night, Jack kept trying to call you to apologize, but you were steadily ignoring his calls. The next step was him texting you to plead with you to talk to him, but you were not in the mood to put up with him and didn't want to hear anything that he had to say.

Jack- Y/N, please talk to me. I'm sorry about what happened. It's been almost three weeks since I talked to Ace

Jack- I promise to make it up to Ace and to you if you'll let me

You- Ace told me that he didn't want to talk to you right now and why all of a sudden are you making it a priority that you talk to him? Any other time you wouldn't care

Jack- Did he say that or did you? And he's my son so obviously I want to talk to him

You- Look, Harlow. I am protecting MY son at all costs and if it has to be from you, then so be it

Jack- But he's my son too

You- Okay and he's only your son at your convenience. You have basically ignored him just about his entire damn life and then get in your feelings when he called someone else daddy. Are you really even upset about not having a good relationship with him or is it your pride that's hurting? I think it's the latter

Jack- Y/N, please. I get that I've messed up but I want to do better

You- We'll talk to you when we're ready

For the rest of October, it came and went without any more incidents from Jack which you were surprised by. Because you were sure by now he would have pulled something.

It was as if he was trying to be better for you and for Ace. But you still weren't sure and still had your hesitations. Why would you trust someone who has given you every reason in the world not to?

One morning you woke up and checked your banking app to see that he not only sent money to pay for daycare, but an extra two thousand. Thinking that it was a mistake, you quickly sent the extra money back, but within twenty minutes it was back in your account and that's when you finally sent him a text.

You- Why did you send me an extra two thousand? I sent it back, but you sent it to me again

Jack- I remembered you mentioned to me a while back that Ace needed some winter clothes so I sent it. Get something for yourself too.

You- Jack, I don't need this much and have you suddenly switched places with someone else? I usually have to beg you to even send money for daycare and half the time you don’t even remember to do it

Jack- It's for the two of you so keep it and no I haven’t

You were simply taken aback and didn't know what to say or make of it.

You- Well, thank you

Jack- Um do you think I can get him this weekend?

You- the entire weekend?

Jack- Well yeah. If you don't have anything planned this weekend that is

You- I will see what he says and then I’ll let you know

Jack- Okay

You guess he was trying to make up for lost time, but you were still at the point where you wanted to be done with him. But if he did decide to be in his life, would it be for the long run? Because the last thing you wanted was for Ace to get comfortable with him being around and then he suddenly disappears.

You usually had to beg him to pay for it and remind him every month, but this time he did it without even a word needing to be uttered from you. And he was a week early with sending it to you.

After that incident between Jack and Clay and Ace seeing it, Ace stopped asking to call Jack before his bedtime and it was eventually replaced with Jack calling him and you were surprised by him checking on how you were too.

The last time he did that was before Ace was born. However, you kept it short and sweet and gave him one word answers because at this point, you were tolerating him and nothing else.

There were a few times when Jack first started to call that Ace didn’t want to talk to him and that made Jack's heart sink and he knew that he had to do better. He was now on the receiving end and didn't like the way it felt knowing that this was how Ace felt when he didn't answer the phone.

You didn’t understand where this new attitude and changes were coming from, but you were in no way, shape, or form complaining about it because of how happy Ace was.

He had taken Ace out a few times with Jack after apologizing properly to the two of you spending the weekend with him and Ace always came back home to you so happy that he was finally getting to spend time with his dad, so the last thing that you were ever going to do was ruin it.

You take it that it was Clay yelling at him and Ace not wanting to be around him that served as his wake-up call to get his shit together.

One night after Jack called Ace to say goodnight, he quickly said that he wanted to talk to you once you were back in your bedroom by yourself.

“Yes?”

“Uh, how are you? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine and no.” You were trying to keep this conversation short and sweet so you could go to sleep. Unless it had to do with Ace, you didn’t feel that there was a need to talk to him.

“Umm, would the two of you want to come to NPLH? It’s December 18th. Ace has never seen me perform before and… neither have you. At least I don't think you have.”

When you were quiet and didn’t give him an answer, he spoke up again.

“I.. Y/N, I’m trying to do right by the both of you and it shouldn’t have taken this long. But I am trying to change and be the best possible version of myself for both of you. I'm tired of the disappointed looks that I get from him as well as you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, just him. I’m used to being disappointed in you, so my expectations regarding anything having to do with you are in hell. Ace is only three so he’s quick to forgive and forget. However, I am not.”

“I… deserved that. I do need to worry about you because you’re his mother. So what do you say? You would be backstage with all of my friends and family. Safe from the crowd, because I know Ace doesn’t like them.”

Now this had you doing a double take because you had no idea that Jack knew that Ace didn’t like crowds.

“Don’t look so surprised that I know that. Now does that sound okay with you? I can get him those headphones too to protect his ears since I know he hates loud noises. I’ll come and get you both myself before the show starts.”

“And you don’t think anyone will say anything when they notice that he looks just like you? I want to keep him protected from the life that you live.”

“We can deal with it when the time comes. I mean they’re going to have to find out eventually anyway, right? So what do you say?”

“I guess, but I need three more tickets to give to my best friends who actually help me take care of Ace even though they don’t have to and do it because they love him just as much as I do. Even though Ace let it slip to them that you were his dad and they probably have a grudge against you now, they still like your music… at least I think they do.”

“Of course, whatever you want. And are they going to say anything? Do I need…”

“They don’t need to sign NDA’s and I didn’t even break mine. So, you’re going to make your own son sign a NDA? He’s the one that said it.”

“Well, no. I guess not.”

“Then we’ll be there.”

The day had finally come and Jack had been nervous from the time that he had woken up. He was now eating breakfast with Urban who noticed that his best friend kept fidgeting. Last night he had sent you the three extra tickets which you immediately sent to Nadia so that she would have them.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked while sliding his orange juice closer to him.

“I… Y/N is coming tonight and she's bringing Ace. I’m actually going to get them before the show and bring them to the arena.”

“Oh, the baby mama and son that you act like don't exist. Got it.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes.

“I deserved that, but I'm trying to be better moving forward. I don't want him to grow up and despise me because at this rate, that's exactly what's going to happen.”

“Like bro…. Your parents don't even know about him. And he's what? Almost four?”

“I was going to also ask her if I could take Ace to see them on Christmas. They might be less mad? I mean they’ll see him tonight, but I don’t know if that’s the time or place to drop that on them.”

“I… Jack….. what? Is he supposed to be their Christmas present? You should have told them when it first happened.”

“Either way it looks bad and they're going to want to kill me so I might as well get it all out in the open.”

“So, you went on and on about how she trapped you, but now you're suddenly all in? What changed?” Urban curiously asked.

“Hearing that he called Clay ‘daddy.’ That's me and I’m the only one he needs to be referring to. And the fact that for about two or three weeks after that happened and I tried to call and talk to him, he wouldn't come to the phone. I've been a shitty person towards Y/N and been a shitty father to my first born.”

“Maggie and Brian are going to kick not only your ass, but Clay’s too.”

“At least Clay has been there since he was a month old. I can't say the same thing.”

“Just do better moving forward, but do you want a relationship with him or are you just mad about what happened with Clay?”

“A little bit of both, not going to lie. When Y/N sent me that in a text, I was pissed but there's no one to be mad at but myself. And truth be told, I don't even know Y/N like I should. I hardly know anything about her for that to be the person that I have a child with.”

“Does Neelam know any of this? Did Y/N sign an NDA?”

“She doesn't and Y/N did when we first started messing around and if she really wanted to come for me and how I've treated Ace….”

“Deadbeat baby daddy.”

“URB! I was going to say that I'm surprised that she didn't break it.”

“Well you have to think, she's protecting him and herself. And the fact that she lives in Louisville too?”

“I just want us to be able to get along and raise Ace.”

“That's literally all that she probably wants but you were making it hard as hell.”

“I know and I can only imagine the looks on my parents faces.”

It was now around 4 PM when you heard a knock on the door and Ace immediately ran towards it and started to reach up to open it, but stopped once you had scolded him.

“Ace! Baby, get away from the door and wait for mommy to open it.”

“But mommy it's daddy! Hurry up please!”

You had to laugh at him telling you please and opened the door with him right behind you to see Jack staring at you.

“Uh hi.”

“Hi.” You responded flatly, but Ace immediately ran and climbed onto him. He figured at least one person was happy to see him.

“Daddy!”

“Hey bubs. You all ready to go?”

He eagerly nodded, but all you and Jack did was laugh.

“I think you need shoes first though, it's a little cold.”

Once all three of you arrived at the arena, Jack hopped out of his Jeep and opened your door which you were surprised by before going to get Ace out of his car seat.

All three of you made your way inside and backstage where a lot of his friends and family had already gathered waiting for the show to start.

There was a variety of different snacks and drinks on display backstage and you noticed two other little kids running around who you knew were Nemo's daughters and Jack's goddaughters.You immediately saw Clay out of the corner of your eye and he came over to hug you before hugging Ace who held onto him tightly.

“Hey, I'm surprised you actually said yes to coming.”

“Not going to lie, me too. But I really did this for Ace and not me. Everything I do is for him.” You said as you pinched Ace's cheek who smiled at you. You noticed that Ace was now a little more quiet and reserved since he was now around a crowd of people that he didn't know and this was typical. It took him almost a month to not sit by himself in daycare and get more comfortable.

You then saw Jack's parents make their way over to you, but just as you were about to speak to introduce yourself as well as Ace, Jack quickly intervened which surprised you and the last thing that you thought would happen did.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N and her son, Ace.” You did your best to try and hide your disappointment while Ace was being held by Clay next to you confused. Urban was behind Jack and simply shook his head.

So much for saying that things would be different moving forward.

You talked to his parents for a little while before Ace mentioned that he was hungry and Clay proceeded to grab him something to snack on. Before long, it was time for Jack to do his set and he had given you the headphones for Ace so that the two of you could watch from the side of the stage.

But what you didn't notice was the rest of PG whispering to Urban.

“Uh, why does that kid look like a mini version of Jack? And who is she?” 2fo asked Urban who tried not to have a startled look on his face.

“Jack can answer that better than I can.” Was all he said before Neelam quickly inserted herself in the conversation.

“So, you know something we don't know in other words is what you're trying to say, correct?”

“Look, it's not my place. He'll tell you when he's ready.”

“All I need to know is if I'm going to have a problem out of her.”

“Neelam, she's not like that. At least from what he told me.”

“Well, you can never be too sure and I need to be prepared. I'll ask him about it later. He's worked entirely too hard to just have someone come and mess it up. Matter of fact I need to make sure she signs an NDA.”

—-

It was around one in the morning when all of you had finally gotten back to the apartment and Jack volunteered to put Ace to bed. The car ride back was a little awkward and of course the two of you didn't want to say anything in front of Ace. Once Jack had tucked Ace in, he came back out to the living room where you were and you noticed that he looked nervous.

“Y/N, I want to keep the both of you safe so that's why I didn't say that he was my son tonight.”

“But from your family and friends? What sense does that make?”

“I… Look, just hear me out. Can he spend the day with me and my family on Christmas day? And he can be with yours on Christmas Eve? I just figured that it wasn’t the time or the place to tell them about the two of you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you tried not to show how you were feeling on the inside. Christmas had been your favorite holiday up until the time that you were nine. Since then, Ace is the only reason why you started back celebrating it but it still didn't feel the same.

“The time to tell them was four years ago.” You quietly muttered and didn’t say anything after that.

“Y/N?” Jack called out to you because it had been a few minutes and you had yet to give him an answer.

“Um, you can have him in the afternoon.” That way he could at least open the presents that you had gotten him in the morning.

“But are you going to see your family? I don't want to inconvenience you or keep you from them.”

“No, so it's fine.” You kept it short and sweet and hoped that he would drop it and let it go since you agreed to let Ace go with him.

“Wait, why?” he curiously asked and you couldn’t even blame him for doing so.

“Because I can't see them. And why do you suddenly care so much?”

“Do they not know about Ace too, or?”

“Jack, my family is dead. I literally only have Ace. If I want to visit them, I have to go to the cemetery. So can we drop this now?” You asked while trying to avoid eye contact with him.

All Jack did was a double take before looking at you with wide eyes.

“Wait… so you’ve…. been by yourself basically this entire time?”

“I don't need your looks of pity. I'm fine.”

“But….”

“Jack, please. I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

“Okay um, I'll drop it for now. But, that means that I'm getting both of you on Christmas morning to spend the day with me and my family and you aren't saying no.”

“Just take Ace, I'll be fine.”

“Y/N, you aren't spending Christmas by yourself.”

“What difference does it make? This is my normal. Being a mom and then being by myself.”

“Well that stops this year. I do not want you to be by yourself. My family will love you. And you have me so there's no reason for you to be alone.”

“Hmm, yeah the baby mama you kept hidden for almost four years? The Only Fans model that you accidentally got pregnant? And I have you? Really? I had to beg you to even show our son an ounce of attention. And not even going to add in the fact that you thought I was lying about the entire thing and treating me like absolute shit.”

“Our kid is not an accident, Y/N. And I promised you that things are going to be different now. I apologize for how I acted towards you because that wasn't right. I was just scared and instead of telling you that, I ignored it until I created an even bigger situation that ended up hurting you, Ace, and myself.”

“He isn’t to me, but for you when I first told you he definitely was.”

“Please Y/N, us arguing is not going to solve anything. I'm going to tell my parents about you and Ace properly. Don't you think he deserves to know his grandparents?”

“Of course I do. I just never thought that I would see the day where this would become a reality. Not going to lie, when Ace got to be around 7 or 8, I was going to leave and move back home.”

“And where is that?”

“Philadelphia. I just needed to be near people that I could trust while he's this small. I was in D.C. since that's where I had gone to school and that's where I had him so I just stayed there until Nadia wouldn't take no for an answer and made me come down here. At least in Philly, I can hopefully buy the house that I grew up in. It's been on sale for some time and I've been saving up for it or at least trying to.”

“Wait, so you still want to leave Louisville?”

“I mean there's nothing here for me. It's not like I grew up here like you did and have a family that I can see whenever I want. The rest of my family didn't want me so there's that.”

“Well, I want you and Ace close to me. We can't do that if you move away.”

“According to you, I was stalking you, remember?”

“Y/N, can we just hold off on discussing that. One thing at a time and once again I'm not here to argue.”

All you did was cross your arms and sigh as you then heard Jack’s phone go off.

He looked down to see that it was Neelam and she was asking about you.

Neelam- Who is that girl and her son and why does he look like you? Start explaining IMMEDIATELY

Jack- I'm with her now, I'll text you later

Neelam- Um, no. Explain now.

Jack- His name is Ace and he's my child and his mother's name is Y/N and he's almost four.

Neelam- What in the actual FUCK?

Jack- I'll call you when I leave.

“Then it's settled. Both of you are coming with me. I have a shitload of presents for him and they’re all at my house so he can open them hopefully before everyone gets there.”

When you didn’t say anything, Jack simply grabbed your hand, startling you.

“Did you hear what I said?”

“I heard you, but we need to get one thing straight.”

“What is it?”

“You need to be all in with Ace because I refuse to let you break his heart for the millionth time.”

You were on facetime Nadia, Liv, and Blaire trying to figure out what to wear. It was currently Christmas Eve, and you had already put Ace to sleep when you decided to rummage through your closet for something decent to wear for tomorrow and meet Jack's family properly.

“What about the one that makes your boobs look big?” Blaire asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Blaire, they’re already big and I’m meeting his PARENTS!”

“Well technically you already did. They just didn't know who you were.” Nadia said as she was examining the black sweater dress that you were holding up.

“And I wonder what they're going to say when Jack tells him tomorrow.” Liv added as she was mixing up the batter for her Christmas cookies.

“They're going to be pissed, I already know. But what am I supposed to say when they ask how we met?” You asked as you were now looking for a pair of shoes to go with the dress.

“Wait, how did yall meet? Because we don't even know.” Blaire curiously asked.

“Nadia knows.” You quietly answered and you simply heard her sigh.

“Well are yall going to spill it or what!?”

“He was a subscriber to my Only Fans.” You quietly said as you pulled out your red and black knee high boots to go along with your dress.

Blaire spit her eggnog out that she had been drinking and Liv was simply looking at you with her mouth hanging wide open.

“Um, come again? No pun intended. But… WHAT?” You heard Liv yell and all you did was sigh.

“It happened right before my senior year and I've basically been a single parent ever since.”

“Well at least he's trying to do better for the both of you.”

“I don't care about me. That ship sailed long ago, the only person that I'm concerned about is Ace.”

“So even if Jack does get his shit all the way together and asks you to be in a relationship so yall can start with a clean slate, you would still say no?” Nadia curiously asked and it made you stop and think for a second.

“Yes.”

“Can we ask why?”

“I have seen the absolute worst in this man and how he treated me before was unacceptable and it will always be in the back of my mind. Instead of owning up to what he did, he called me a liar, a gold digger, claimed I was stalking him when I moved here and got mad when Clay wanted to have a relationship with Ace. How could I date someone like that?”

“He’s changing for the better, Y/N. You never know. But, your reasoning is 100% valid. I didn't know he had done all that.”

“Like he’s trying to be all nice to me all of a sudden and asking how I am or if I need anything but if it doesn't have to do with our son, there is literally no reason for me to talk to him. The conversations are awkward and it's like pulling teeth because he knows that I want absolutely nothing to do with him. Like he has to understand how bad he hurt me and the fact that I didn't have my family or anyone around me at that time to help me when he was born. I was scared shitless. There were some days when I couldn't eat because I had to pay for diapers because he refused to. I had to apply for government assistance until I found a better paying job. I have one now, but yet I’m still struggling. I don't think I will ever forgive him for that. My standards for him are in hell and I told him that the other day. I expect absolutely NOTHING from him. But, I would never talk bad about him in front of Ace. At the end of the day, he's going to be taken care of if it's left up to me. Him, I’m not so sure.”

All they did was simply nod at your response.

“I hear everyone talk about him in such a positive light, but that person that they're referring to? I’ve never met him. I’m on my guard because I just have a feeling that he's going to try and pull some shit.”

It was around noon on Christmas Day and Ace was busy playing with his new toys that Jack had gotten him while you along with his parents had congregated in the corner of the living room to discuss Ace. Jack figured he might as well before the rest of his family started to arrive.

“So, we have something to tell the both of you. And we wanted to tell you before everyone else got here.” Jack started to say while you were sitting next to him and trying not to fidget. You knew that this wasn't going to go over well and there was nothing that you could do to stop it. You were suddenly now more interested in your bracelet.

“What? What is it?” Maggie asked with concern showing on her face.

“Umm, Ace is my son.”

“Daddy, up!”

And right on cue, Ace yelled for Jack and was soon climbing all over him as he picked him up and started to play with his earrings while you were trying to not have a panic attack.

“Your….. what?” Brian quietly asked as Maggie still hadn't said anything. All she was doing was staring at Ace and finally seeing the resemblance between the two of them. Ace didn’t look like you at all.

“He's mine and Y/N is his mother.”

“How old is he?” Maggie asked as you could tell she was trying not to yell.

“Almost four.”

“WHAT?! And you're just now saying something?”

“Because at first he thought I was lying and only after his money which wasn't true and said that I trapped him. Once the paternity test confirmed that Ace was in fact his, he still wanted nothing to do with him. However, Clay did and he's known him since he was a month old.” You confessed as Jack looked on with wide eyes.

“But, we're in a better place now.” Jack quickly said while chiming in attempting to make himself not sound like a complete deadbeat.

“Hmm.” Was all you said in response as you looked down at your nails.

Before they had a chance to respond, Jack's front door opened and in walked Clay with a bunch of gifts in his hands which you assumed was for Ace since Clay had told you previously he had gotten gifts for him.

The only thought in your head was where you were going to put all of them in your small apartment.

All eyes were on Clay and he quickly got a confused look on his face before having a moment of realization.

“Oh, so he finally told you two about being a deadbeat?” He asked as Ace slid off of Jack’s lap and immediately went over to Clay who was setting the gifts down. When he was finished, he quickly picked him up.

“Seriously?” Was all Jack did as he sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“I… people are going to start to be here soon but we'll finish discussing this later. Y/N, you seem like a sweet girl and I commend you for taking such good care of Ace when you didn’t have anyone to help you.” Was all Maggie said before eyeing her oldest son and she stood up to head into the kitchen while Brian just sat there in disbelief.

It was a few days into the new year when you had gotten a call from a strange number on your way home from work as Ace was asleep in the backseat. At first you declined the call, but when they called three more times in a row, you finally decided to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? This is Katrina.”

“Katrina, who?” You asked confused and wondering how the woman that you did not know suddenly got your number.

“Your Aunt Katrina.”

At that moment all you saw was red. She was the one that refused to take you and decided to place you into the foster system since your mother and her had a long outstanding beef that you had nothing to do with and you didn’t even know what it was about. Yet, you were the one that felt the consequences from it.

“What do you want and how did you get my number?”

“I… I can explain later, but how far away are you from Philly right now?”

“Why?”

“Your grandmother. They’re saying she has probably weeks or even days to live and ever since they told her that, she has been persistent on us finding you.” She quietly said and it took everything in you not to drop your phone.

“Finding me for what? Yall didn’t want me remember?” You shot back as you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building.

“Y/N, please. It wasn’t that simple. But how soon can you be here? She said that there is no way in hell, her words not mine, that she was leaving this earth without seeing you.”

“I… just have to pack my things along with my son. I’ll drive and I should be there by the morning if I don’t make a lot of stops.”

“I’ll text you the details.”

As soon as you hung up, you were in somewhat of a daze. As many years that have gone by, you thought your grandmother would have passed away already. If you did your math right, she had to be close to 100 by now. You felt that your grandparents were the only other people in your family that truly loved you and would have done anything for you besides your parents and older brother.

You carried Ace inside while taking off his jacket and laying him down on the couch as you ran around the apartment and trying to pack the essentials of what you two might need. You didn’t plan on staying for very long, but more than likely you were going to stay for her funeral. You figured that it was the least you could do. And get an explanation on why Katrina had given you up so easily.

A quick text was sent to Nadia, Blaire, and Liv telling them that you were headed back home for a family emergency. All they did was tell you to keep them updated as you were now finishing packing your car for the ten close to eleven hour trip. It was around seven at night when you finally got on the road and hit the highway hoping to get to your grandmother before it was too late. You did your best to keep your tears from falling because you felt that you had been robbed.

All these years, she was alive and you had no idea.

It was true that you could have looked for her if you wanted to, but you had it in your mind that they wanted nothing to do with you.

It was around ten at night when Ace had finally started to stir and noticed that the two of you were still in the car and looked around confused.

“Mommy, where are we going?” You heard him say as he startled you.

“We’re going to see the place where mommy grew up. Or sort of for that matter. It’s going to be a long drive so you can go back to sleep.”

“Okay.” Was all he quietly said and you soon looked back in your rearview mirror to see that he had drifted off.

Once you had hit Philly, it was around six in the morning and you decided to find a hotel for you and Ace to stay and actually lay down in a comfortable bed. At least for two hours until you went to go and see her. Being back there was something out of a dream and you made it up in your mind to get a cheesesteak before the two of you left to go back to Louisville since when you get it out of state, it doesn’t quite taste right.

After getting some much needed sleep, you and Ace set out to your grandmother’s house since that’s where Katrina said she was on hospice as much as you didn’t want to believe her. Once you pulled up to the house, you wanted to cry. It looked the same exact way and it still had the swing set in the front yard that your grandfather built for all of his grandkids. You grabbed Ace out of the backseat, reminded him to mind his manners even if he didn’t need one and proceeded to knock on the door.

You were startled to see your Aunt Katrina open it and it took her a second to notice that it was you seeing as the last time that she was you, you were only nine years old.

“Y/N.”

“Katrina.”

“And who is this little one?” She asked as she stepped to the side to let the both of you in.

“My name is Ace! I’m three, almost four. What’s your name, ma’am?” Ace piped up and said which you were surprised by seeing as anytime he was around new people, he would hide behind you.

“Well, aren't you cute? Named after your uncle, I see. That makes me your great Aunt Katrina.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Ace added while holding his hand out for her to shake and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“She’s upstairs.” Was all Katrina said to you and your legs instantly felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. You nodded towards her and started to make your way up the steps while holding Ace’s hand. Once you got to her room, the door was open and you could hear the sound of the television that was currently on The Price is Right which made you laugh to yourself. When you were at home sick that’s what you would watch. You walked in to see that her eyes were closed, but you quickly heard her voice.

“About time you showed up. Took them forever to track you down and find you.” Was all she said as her eyes opened and smiled at you.

“My sweet Y/N. My youngest granddaughter.”

That was the moment that you immediately burst into tears as you sat on the bed and hugged her.

“I….” You started to say but she quickly shook her head.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re here now and that’s what’s important.” She comforted you as she held you tighter.

“Now, who’s this young man?” She said when the two of you finally broke apart and she now noticed Ace standing next to you.

“Your great grandson, Ace.”

“Ace, I love that name. You know you’re named after one of the sweetest boys that I ever knew.” She said as Ace climbed up to sit next to her.

“Really? My mommy always tells me that I’m named after someone really special.”

“That you are.”

Your grandmother had sent Ace downstairs for Katrina to watch him as she wanted to speak to you alone and now you were suddenly nervous.

“First off, never think for a second that a day went by and I didn’t think of you. Or that I didn’t do my hardest to try and find you after you had gone into the system. Katrina was dead wrong for how she handled it because of a simple grudge, but also more wrong in telling those people that me and your grandfather didn’t want to take you. Instead I spent years trying to track you down with no luck. I wanted you and wanted to keep you, but you had moved around so many times that eventually, the state lost the file that tracked where you were leaving me no leads. I looked from the time that you first went in to try and get you back, up until the time you turned eighteen.”

“You… wanted to keep me?”

“Of course I did! Left up to me, there was no way in hell one of my grandchildren was going to be put through that, but… I’m just happy to see you alive, well, and thriving. That son of yours is beautiful and he has your smile. He has the best mother that anyone could ask for and I know it.”

“So, all this time?”

“It wasn’t until my diagnosis about a month ago when I said, no, demanded that Katrina find you. It was the least she could do for what she did. She started to feel guilty where it started to look like I would never find you about the time you would have been fifteen. I figured if these are going to be my last few days here, I need to see Y/N. I wanted to tell you how much I love you and that I have a little surprise for you.”

“I’m just happy I got to see you and that you got to meet my heart outside of my chest and reason for living. What is it?”

“I know how much your parents and your brother meant to you and that you don’t have many things to remember them by. So, I noticed that the house all of you used to live in went on sale….”

All you did was gasp and your heart started beating a mile a minute having an idea about what she was about to say.

“And I bought it. And put the deed in your name. I know that you’re in Louisville right now, but whenever you’re ready, it’ll be here waiting for you.” She said as she opened her bedside table and handed it to you.

“I… I literally don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. That’s the least that I could do for you. I hope you can accept that as my apology and you have to promise me that you’ll pass it down to Ace so it can always stay in the family.”

—

Your grandmother passed the very next day and knew that she only held on long enough so that she could see you and make sure that you were okay. At least you now knew that she never stopped trying to find you while you were in the system and wanted to keep you so that she and your grandfather could raise you themselves. You were currently at your hotel with Ace as he was playing with one of the many toys that Jack had gotten for him when your phone suddenly went off. You had been in such a daze for the past forty eight hours that you had forgotten to even look at your phone or tell him what had happened for that matter. Your only priority was getting here safely before it was too late. Because you knew that you wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you didn’t.

“Hello?” You tiredly said as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand that read 11 AM. Soon it would be time to head over to your grandmother’s house to start planning the funeral.

“Where have you been? And why haven’t you answered my calls? Where is Ace?” Jack all said in one breath and you quickly got annoyed. You had enough to deal with at the moment.

“Well hello to you too. I’m okay, thanks for asking.”

“Where are you and why haven’t I heard from you? I went by your apartment and you weren’t there.”

“I’m in Philly. I’m back home.” Was all you could get out before Jack immediately started to raise his voice and not letting you explain the reasoning for you actually being there.

“And you took my son with you?”

“Uh? Why wouldn’t I? He’s my child and I wanted to show him where I grew up and don’t you have a career to focus on? You were going to keep him the entire time I was up here?”

“So, that’s the game we’re going to play now, huh?” He said and you couldn’t help but to be confused.

“Jack, what are you even talking about? Who is playing games?”

“That was your damn plan the entire time. Move back home and take Ace with you.”

“Jack, that’s not…”

“Okay, I got something for you too. Expect me to file for full custody once he’s back across state lines.”

He immediately hung up and you were left speechless.

You knew it.

You fucking knew he would pull some shit like this.

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