#and i’m feeding my friends and enjoying seeing the joy on their face

[padfootastic]

summary: from euphemia to james to sirius to harry to lily luna—traditions passed down through the generations of potters. love in the form of feeding your people, aloo paranthas as a labor of love etc etc

a labor of love

(also on ao3!)

August, 1970

“Jamie, breakfast’s ready!”

Loud steps thundered around the house as her ten year old raced down the stairs. Euphemia didn’t even bother to reprimand him at this point—she knew it was a pointless endeavour. Instead, she made sure the safety charms on the staircase were always updated.

“HiMumGoodMorningWhatsForBreakfast,” James’ words came out in one single whoosh of air and it was only because this was her child that she had extensive experience with that she could decode what he was saying.

She smiled gently while placing the plate in front of him. “Aloo parantha, honey.”

“Yesss,” James hissed in pleasure, a quick fist pumped in the air, before bending forward with his nose mere millimetres away from the paranthas.

Euphemia swapped the back of his head with a ‘tsk’. “James. How many times have I told you not to smell your food? You’re not a dog.”

“Ma, you don’t get it, okay. It smells so good,” he replied with a goofy, cross-eyed expression. “Seriously, whenever I go to heaven, I just know it’ll smell like fried potato and ghee and coriander. Life can’t get any better than this.”

Euphemia could only smile at the innocent look of wonder on her son’s face as he tore a piece off to stuff it in his mouth, hoping it always stayed there. If she had to keep making him aloo paranthas every morning to keep it there, she’d happily do so. 

August, 1976

Sirius huddled closer into the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest and trying to count his breaths so he didn’t go so fast anymore.

It was some ungodly time of the day and he was sitting on the floor, pressed right up against the corner of the living room of Potter Manor, having a minor—really, not a big deal at all—panic attack about…well, everything.

It hadn’t been two days since he’d run away from Grimmauld Place and already the hopelessness was settling into his bones. He couldn’t stop replaying the words and curses and taunts and Reg’s face and—

“Sirius?” A drowsy voice cut through his spiral. He shouldn’t be surprised.

James always had a way of doing that.

“H-Hi, Jamie,” he replied, straightening up and wiping his eyes in a futile attempt to hide the tears he could feel pooling there. It wouldn’t work, he knew that, James always, always knew but he still had to try.

Sure enough, a pair of sock clad feet (adorned in little animated snitches) stopped right in front of him. His gaze traveled slowly, reluctantly, up to see James looking at him with a complicated look on his face. It was a mixture of sadness and frustration and resignation. Sirius hated that he put it there. James wasn’t made for expressions like that—he should always be happy, smiling, and this felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

Before he could do anything, though (not that there was much in his control), a hand entered his vision, palm up in invitation. Without even thinking twice about it—he would always choose James—he let himself be pulled up and straight into strong arms that were the only thing keeping him whole and grounded so far.

The hug ended in less time than it took for him to draw a full, shaky, breath. The abruptness of it left him reeling. 

“Come on,” James said, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen. Sirius followed, confused, letting himself be manhandled into the kitchen stool and watched James take something out of the cooking cabinet.

“Boiled potatoes,” he explained, already moving on to the spice rack. “Mum always keeps some ready to go.”

With quick, practiced movements, James had them peeled and mashed. Another sealed container was retrieved—‘Dough. For the rotis’—and a flat top griddle was placed on the stove.

Sirius watched the whole thing in a daze, unable to identify a single thing but being comforted all the same. It felt almost like a ritual; the rhythmic movements of James’ hands as he rolled the dough into balls, and stuffed them with the potatoes. Watching him smooth it out into a round, flat shape. 

“I didn’t know you were so proficient in the kitchen, Prongs,” Sirius finally said as the kitchen warmed up from his best mate’s ministrations, the smell of ghee-fried dough and spiced potatoes permeating the air.

“I’m not, really,” James shrugged. “But aloo paranthas are—they’re different, you know? Everyone should know how to make them.“

“I’ve never even tried them.”

“Well, then, everyone should have them at least once in their lives,” James said, firmly.

He placed a plate full of warm, steaming—aloo paranthas in front of Sirius and without even knowing what they really were, he could feel the rest of the tension seeping out of him. It’s a temporary relief, to be sure, but that it happened at all is enough to both awe and excite him.

He looked up at James with wide eyes, only to receive a knowing smile in return.

“Have a bite, Pads,” James pushed the plate closer. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

And he didn’t.

As he sat there and entirely demolished four of the wonderful paranthas—after days of not feeling the slightest pang of hunger—Sirius was helpless against the warmth that suffused his entire being, not just from the heat of the potatoes, but from the boy in front of him who’d decided to take a chance on him. Decided to welcome him not just in his arms but his house, his family. 

August, 1995

“Sirius, why are we here?” Harry asked, confused. A minute ago, they were in the garden, talking about something or the other, and then suddenly his godfather had grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the kitchen.

“Because you, my dear Prongslet, have been severely, unforgivably wronged and it’s time to start rectifying that,” Sirius proclaimed, which really didn’t help.

“…huh?”

“You just told me you’ve never had anything but bland, boring British food. Ever.” Sirius stressed the last word, making a point Harry wasn’t quite sure of.

“Yes…because the Dursleys are raging racists and Hogwarts isn’t too creative with its culinary choices,” Harry slowly said, feeling eerily like he was defending himself for…not being able to have a diverse palette?

“Exactly. If James had a grave, he’d be rolling around in it.”

Harry’s eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“Look, I was supposed to do this for you since the day you were old enough to eat solids. That I didn’t…well. Let’s not go there right now. But now that I do have the chance, it’s practically first on the list of my godfatherly duties—“

“What is, Sirius?” Harry asked, slightly exasperated. The man was making no sense.

“Making aloo paranthas, Harry! Come on, keep up, it’s bad enough you’ve gone this far without—any longer and I swear, James will find a way to come back to wring my neck and tie you to a chair just so he could force feed you,” Sirius finished, a slightly haunted look in his eyes like he was speaking from experience.

Harry blinked. What—?

“Now, luckily for us, the boiled potatoes are already done. You’ve got me to thank for that bit of foresight, of course, never go without since fifth year—“

“Why?”

“—because they’re so versatile—“

“Right, of course, how silly of me.”

“Yes. So, now you’ve gotta peel and mash it, and none of that ricer or fork nonsense, either, okay? You’ve gotta really get in there with your hands.” Sirius demonstrated by taking one slightly cold potato from the bowl, expertly peeling and crushing it between his fingers. He kept going until it was almost smooth, with just the smallest hint of texture. Once done, he turned expectantly towards Harry, eyebrow raised and ‘go on’ written all over his face.

Still slightly bemused, Harry stepped forward and gingerly took a potato of his own. Trying to peel it was—not as easy as he thought and everything else faded away as he concentrated on making sure no brown bits remained. It was a surprisingly soothing task. When he had his first potato peeled and mashed, he turned to Sirius proudly.

“There. What next?”

Sirius nodded in approval. “Now, we do the rest of it.”

And standing there shoulder to shoulder, the two of them managed to get through a veritable mountain of boiled potatoes, interspersed with Sirius’ stories of the Potters, a rare, greedy pleasure for Harry.

“Your grandmum, Euphemia, she’d make this for breakfast every so often. It was James’ favorite and she could never resist his great, big eyes—you get that from him, by the way. Not many people could, mind, but it was particularly effective when he wanted to scam some paranthas out of her.”

and “Your dad wasn’t the best in the kitchen, but this was one thing he was absolutely adamant he learn. Spent hours with Effie and Rani perfecting it, as well.”

Once the potatoes were done, Sirius directed him to the spice cabinet. “Now, this is the most important bit, Harry. Everyone makes their aloo paranthas in their own way. You can have different people following the same recipe and all of their final results would still taste different.”

Harry nodded in understanding. It was a bit like Aunt Petunia’s prized Roast Dinner—she always claimed no one else could make it the way she could, not even letting Harry close to the preparation of it. 

“The first time I had this was in fifth year—similar to you, come to think of it—and I’ve experimented after, right? It was so good I had to. I went to many, many places in muggle London—roadside stalls to fine dining, you name it—and not once have I felt the same as when your dad made it with his eyes still half closed and the paranthas a little burnt on the edges and a bit undercooked in the middle. There’s no competition. So. It’s all in the spice, yes?”

Sirius handed him the container of carom seeds. “That being said, the most important bit?”

Harry leaned forward, eager, all hesitation forgotten in the face of a piece of his culture, his family being passed down to him like this.

“You’ve got to—“

August, 2017

“—measure with your heart, okay, Lils?”

Little Lily Luna Potter, only nine but adopting an air of maturity of someone much older, nodded solemnly, taking her dad’s word as gospel.

“This isn’t just food—this is you telling someone you love them. It’s a warm hug. Feeding someone, taking care of them, is no small job. So, forget all this measurements nonsense and just get in there,” Harry finished, nostalgia coating his words as he quoted his own godfather word for word.

“Get in there, Daddy!” Lily-Lu repeated empathetically.

“That’s right,” Harry chuckled, using one hand to ruffle the riotous mane of red curls piled on top of her head. “The next thing to go in is the powdered spices. Which ones are those, again?”

Lily-Lu squinted thoughtfully. “Coriander powder, red chili powder, tyoo-mer-ic, and cumin powder. That’s all of it, right, Daddy?”

Harry smiled at her serious countenance. “There’s just one more you’re missing.”

She frowned, biting her lip and mumbling under breath. “One more? Coriander…chili…cumin…and—and—garam masala! It’s garam masala, isn’t it?” The last few words were said in an excited shout, almost loud enough to startle him but he could only lean forward and place a quick kiss on her forehead in approval.

“Sure is, sweetheart. You’re a quick one, aren’t you?”

“I’m smart, Daddy, you and Mummy say so,” Lily-Lu returned, self-satisfaction radiating from every inch of her little frame

“That’s because you are; the smartest of us all, isn’t it?” Harry teased, while carefully mixing the spices with the potatoes. This one he’d do himself—Lily-Lu’s hands weren’t the steadiest yet.

“Oh!” She exclaimed suddenly, leaning forward. “The salt! You forgot the salt, Daddy.”

Harry blinked in surprise, looking down at his array of ingredients and realised he had.

“Huh. So I have, it seems. Would you like to do the honours, Lulu?” He extended the container towards her, smiling once again at how she was practically vibrating in excitement.

Harry was—not just glad but utterly ecstatic that he could do this, had the opportunity and ability for it. And he had no one but Sirius to thank for it.

Taking care of me even from the afterlife, aren’t you, Siri? he thinks with a silent offering of gratitude to the universe. I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for it, for everything. 

“And now, the absolute final step?”

“The chopped coriander!” Lily-Lu chirped, already reaching forward to clasp a handful of coriander he’d prepared beforehand. She sprinkled it all over their mixture with a high, bright giggle and Harry could’ve spent an eternity in that moment, with his child beside him and the weight of his family behind him.

[storiesforthemoonchild]

Princesa | Alexia Putellas x Reader

pt. III of Big Brother... this is the last one. I've loved writing these, enjoy!

pt. I | pt. II

“Ale,” you shout from your seat on the couch. Your house is full of family and friends ready to bring in the new year. “Alexia,” you shout more urgently, gaining the attention of both your mother and mother-in-law from the kitchen. 

The playful football match in the backyard stops immediately as they all look your way. Alexia’s eyes frantically surveying you as she rushes inside, crouching at your side, “What is wrong amor?” 

“My water broke,” you whisper, looking down towards the mess you just made on the couch in embarrassment. Your mother’s both at your side ready to fuss over you, but not wanting to overstep.

Alexia’s face show’s the pure joy she has, tears threatening to spill out her eyes, “princesa time,” she whispers it to you softly, kissing you gently before standing. While you weren’t usually a fan of captain Alexia off the pitch you are grateful when you see the switch in her eyes. She barks out orders in Catalan way too fast for you to even comprehend it. Everyone falls into place and does as she commands. 

Alexia helping to lift you from the couch with your mother’s. She ushers you into the bedroom, shooing away the fussy grandparents to get you changed. “I’m scared Ale,” she stops her rushed movements, making her way to you. It hadn’t been an easy pregnancy by any means.

“Mi vida, there is nothing to fear when I am with you always,” Alexia reassures you, hand rubbing against your stomach. “Princesa wanted a party for her birth. Let’s get you changed sí?”

You nod letting her remove the wet clothes from your body and clean you up. There was no one else that could calm you like Alexia. Gentle kisses are placed on your stomach, forehead, and cheeks with every action she makes. 

Two kids, you were genuinely still terrified at the thought, but then you looked in Alexia’s eyes. She was calm and collected as always, you admired that about her. The way she could be in the most stressful of situations, but still remained poised. There was no fear in her eyes, she was simply oozing with pride at becoming a mother for the second time. She loved the late night feedings, diaper duty, and everything else that came with the job of being a mother.

When you had Nico she was a bit of a mess even if she tried to hide it from you, but you could tell this time she was prepared. Everything exactly in place where she had prepared it to be weeks in advance. A soft smile on her face as she moves around the room, mumbling to herself. Most likely running down the mental checklist she had thought of. “Ready mi amor?” 

You nod just as you hear three soft knocks, “Mamá,” Nico’s soft voice filtering through the door. Alexia quickly answers it, picking him up in her arms. “Mamá okay?”

“I’m okay, it’s time for the baby.” 

“Big brother time?” His smile matches Alexia’s in excitement as she nods in confirmation. “I’ll get the bag,” he informs, wiggling his way out of her arms. Alexia had given him a small task in the plan they went over daily for the last week so he felt included. 

He rushes out the room and Alexia helps guide you out with every set of eyes on you the moment you make it out the doorway. “I will drive, vamos,” your mother-in-law announces. Alexia’s teammates standing around, awaiting their next orders. 

“You all stay, enjoy the party. Ale will call when-,” your sentence is cut off by the first contraction ripping through your body. You squeeze tightly at Alexia’s hand, hunching over in pain. 

Nico, arriving with the small bag from his room, drops it at the sight of you, “Mamá?” His voice quivers as you try to stand upright. 

“Bebé, go with abuelita,” Alexia tries to tell him, rubbing at your back in comfort. “Mi amor let’s go.”

You brush her off as the pain subsides, waving him over, “I am okay. You are ready to be a big brother sí?” He nods, reaching a gentle hand to your stomach. “Good, I will go. You stay with Ingrid and she’ll bring you once the baby is here,” you look towards the Norwegian as she nods in confirmation. 

“Here mamá. I got the bag ready like we practiced,” Alexia accepts it, giving him a kiss. “Love you, love you princesa,” he tells you before rushing into Ingrid’s arms.

You can’t help but think back to when you gave birth to him, and how big he’s gotten. It seems like just yesterday that Alexia was rushing into the hospital room sweaty from practice and afraid she would miss the moment. It was the first time you’d ever seen her frazzled as she tried to put on a brave face for you as her hands shook. 

This time was different. Alexia sits in the backseat with you, whispering reassuring words and letting you nearly break her hand with each contraction. “You’re doing so well mi amor. We are almost there,” She holds you close. 

She handles everything with grace. She’s direct when speaking to doctors about your plan and then soft as ever when comforting you.

“She’s going to be speedy, ready to come already,” your doctor jokes walking in the room. “Are you ready to try pushing?”

You watch as everyone gets in place, waves of anticipation and excitement running through you. You focus on Alexia as she slides into place, a beacon of strength and gentleness always. “Mírame,” she cups your cheek, leaving a gentle kiss, “you are strong and brave. I am right here with you mi vida. I am so so grateful to you for carrying my little princesa.”

“You don’t know that it is a girl,” you tell her one last time, a calm washing over you after her words.

She smiles, but it doesn’t last long, a labor pain ripping through you and she sets her focus. With each contraction, she lets you grip her hand, her touch is soothing and eases the process. Her comforting whispers, like a melody of reassurance, creating a cocoon where fear vanishes.

Her presence is a steady anchor, grounding you in the midst of it all. A room full of people and all you noticed was her. She smiles as you curse her name, blame her for the pain, and swear this is the last time. She guides you through each push, “princesa is almost here. One more push amor.”

It is all a blur, you feel the pain and Alexia’s hand against your back, but none of it seems real. Not until you hear it, the first cry coming from your baby. Alexia’s comforting words fall flat when she hears it, tears springing to her eyes as she tries to wipe them quickly. Her smile is like nothing you’ve seen before, well not since you gave birth last time. 

“It’s a girl,” the doctor tells you, placing the baby in your arms. Your eyes snap to Alexia’s just in time to see the smirk growing on her face.

“Told you so,” she kisses your forehead as you look at your baby girl in your arms. It felt surreal that you could make something so innocent and perfect. “Mi amor, thank you. Thank you for making me a mother again. Thank you for being my wife and partner. I am so happy in these moments with you, I fall deeper in love every day.”

“I love you Ale,” you get choked up as the moment finally sets in.

“She looks like you. Mi princesa I will give you the world,” Alexia whispers.

The next few hours you are in and out of sleep. Both of your mothers cooing over the baby as the night creeps closer to midnight and the new year. You hear the door open, “princesa I’m here,” the excitement in Nico’s voice is infectious. 

“Mamá is resting,” Alexia hushes him, lifting him in her arms. You sit up just as he looks your way. Ingrid and María filed into the room behind him immediately making their way to the new addition. 

“You’re a big brother baby boy,” you tell him. Alexia brings him over to you and he drops the gift shop bear into your lap. 

“I got her a present. Can I see her?” You nod as he cuddles into your side and Alexia goes over to the bassinet. His eyes wide in anticipation as she lifts her out. “Can she talk?”

“No bebé,” you laugh with a tender smile, taking the baby in your arms as he leans in close for a better view. 

His eyes widen even more, captivated by the tiny bundle of joy before him. "Wow! She's so small," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. He reaches out to gently touch her tiny fingers,  face radiating pure joy. “Can she play football with us?”

“No, not for a while. We have to be gentle with her and mamá for a while okay?” Nico nods at Alexia’s words, his eyes never leaving his sisters. 

“I love her. I’m a big brother,” he announces with pride to the room. Picking up the soft bear and showing it off to her. 

You can't help but be overjoyed at the times to come on this new journey. The room is filled with the warmth of family, Alexia staring down at the three of you, “amor,” you whisper, noticing the glistening in her eyes. 

“I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. Te amo mucho, mi vida.”

“I love you,” you reply as the fireworks begin to announce the new year. “A party for you princesa.”

a/n: lets pretend all this is correct even if it's not when it comes to childbirth k? :)

[wileys-russo]

That pic of mary and the baby hello…..i know you have written similar stuff before for her but could you do a blurb where the reader and mary have a baby together? maybe reader brings them to a match, once it’s over mary comes over to see them and takes the baby who instantly buries their head in her chest and all mary’s teammates notice and rush over to come see their favourite supporter

part of the a date to remember universe series 🫶🏻

crowd favourite II m.earps

you’d finally convinced your wife to let you bring your little bundle of joy to her first ever international football match, an england friendly against germany which being a euros rematch had already attracted a sold out crowd.

your wife forever over protective of both you and your little now nine month old daughter had banned the two of you from the previous england games claiming that the crowds became far too rowdy.

after a couple of months you’d started to take delilah to some of her home united matches, mary much more trusting of the crowds it drew in and knowing worse case she could be by your side in a minute if need be.

but now when you were up in the family and friends box staring down at your wife who was merely a spec in the wonderous size of a packed out wembley stadium, you’d needed to assure her over and over you would both be absolutely fine.

“well now do my eyes deceive me or is mrs earps finally off house arrest?” your head moved up toward the grinning blonde making her way over to you as you carefully stood with your daughter in your arms.

“hi lee.” you greeted the captain with a smile, kissing her cheek as she hugged you with one arm mindful of your daughter. “god she’s getting big, look at the hair on her!” leah gasped in surprise, ruled out from the game with a tweak in her knee sarina didn’t want to risk.

“you should see mary’s baby photos, this is nothing!” you laughed, kissing your daughters forehead affectionately before carefully passing her over to leah. you watched with a fond smile as the younger girl cooed at your daughter, face brightening as delilah rewarded her with a few giggles for her efforts.

“are you coming down?” leah asked nodding outside where you knew she’d shortly head down to sit behind the players bench with the rest of the staff. “i don’t think I have the clearance for that!” you laughed, handing off your daughter again to marys mum as she returned from the bathroom.

“please. look who you’re with! this face is all the clearance you need my girl.” leah grinned gesturing to herself making you roll your eyes playfully. “go! i’ve got her sweetheart she’s due for a nap soon anyway, mary will appreciate you being there.” julie smiled warmly.

“i’m just gonna see if she’ll feed before kick off. she was really fussy this morning with the bottle and mary not being home.” you sighed at the memory, barely able to have her drink more than a few mouthfuls.

taking delilah and grabbing your bag you moved toward the parents room, locking the door after you.

“-and you’re sure you don’t mind?” you asked your mother in law for the third time after your returned who shook her head with a laugh and waved you off. “darling she’s fed and fast asleep. go and enjoy the game!” the woman shooed you away as leah grabbed your hand, pulling you with her as you blew your daughter one last kiss.

“alright leah relax you’re gonna rip my arm off mate!”

~

“hi sexy.” you grinned at your wife as she finally made her way over after saying hi to as many fans as she could, the rest of the girls not far after her revelling in their 3-1 win.

“mary!” you squealed as your wife manhandled you up and over the barrier, placing you down on the pitch and kissing you fiercely earning you a few wolf whistles as you pulled away and buried your face in her shoulder.

“you’re so sweaty.” you mumbled with a sigh as she hugged you tightly, making a point to rub her face into your shirt as you pushed her off. “hello mrs earps! now where is mini earps?” you were quickly tugged into another sweaty hug by millie.

“up in the box with mary’s mum. nice to see you too brighty!” you poked accusingly at her chest. “excuse me it’s not my fault your bulldog of a wife won’t let us meet her unless through facetime!” millie pouted, several of the other girls around you joining in on their demands to meet delilah.

“hey i’ve been ready to bring her to the last three england games.” you defended, your wife sending you a murderous side eye for throwing her under the bus as her friends and team mates continued to whine at her.

“oh you guys haven’t met her? what a shame!” you were once again lifted into a sweaty hug as a smug alessia twirled you around and placed back on your feet, ignoring the unimpressed protests that followed her remark.

“stop winding them up. i’m raising you to be a pleasant and humble individual young lady!” you smacked her on the arm with a warning look as the blonde only grinned and kissed your cheek before you were pulled in by tooney who continued the teasing that the two of them saw your daughter almost daily.

“not a single one of you are laying a finger on her until you’ve showered, changed and washed your hands at least twice!” mary shouted sternly above all the noise, several of the girls all racing off to the change rooms making you laugh at their obvious eagerness.

“now look what you’ve done. whipped them into a bloody frenzy!” mary grumbled as she hugged you from behind, placing a few lazy kisses to your jaw as you leant into her secure hold, wincing slightly as she adjusted her arms to sit higher.

“hey love you alright?” she was back in front of you in an instant, hand caressing your cheek with a concerned stare as you nodded. “my boobs are killing me, i got her to feed earlier but i need to pump soon.” you mumbled in annoyance at your least favourite part of motherhood, your constantly aching chest.

“well i’ll make sure to give them lots of love and extra special attention and kiss them better for you later tonight baby.” the keeper whispered in your ear with a cheeky grin, hand moving around you to harshly squeeze your bum before giving it a smack as your eyes widened and you pushed at her chest.

“hope you’re washing your hands twice too after that little show mother mary!” millie and rach grinned wiggling their eyebrows at the woman, eyes widening as she lunged at them, chasing them off the pitch and back into the tunnel.

~

“hi gorgeous.” your wife was the first to appear upstairs, followed closely by a handful of her teammates whom you’d assume the girl kept held hostage in the change rooms until she was ready to come up herself.

“she just woke up, look whose back lilah!” you cooed rocking the infant in your arms as mary beamed, tickling underneath her chin as your daughter reached out for her eagerly.

a resounding chorus of aw’s echoed as mary scooped her up and your daughter buried her face in her hoodie covered chest, mary attacking her with kisses on every inch of her body as you watched on with a smile.

“right! make an orderly queue please girls. and no pushing! yes mills i’m looking at you when i say that.” your wife ordered sternly, bouncing your daughter on her hip as her team mates hurried to line up for a hold, the entire ordeal making you laugh.

“ah no! you let them have their turns you both saw her yesterday.” you were quick to grab both ella and alessia as they rushed past you, yanking them down into the seats beside you and ignoring their protests.

eventually they both gave up and rested their heads on either one of your shoulders, the three of you chattering about your plans to take delilah to the zoo next weekend. yet another thing you’d sworn the pair to secrecy over not wanting to upset the rest of their team mates much as the two loved nothing more than to flex their godmother and favourite aunty status about.

mary caught your eye with a grin as she protectively watched over your daughter, shaking her head at your two adopted daughters sprawled across your sides.

but neither of you would change a thing, your perfect little family.

[yxami]

Have you ever thought about a cute yandere prince? I recently started reading “I’m the queen in this life” on WEBTOON and the prince is just sooooo CUTE!

A cute prince that is the kingdoms pride and joy, he is playful and rebellious in his little ways. Really he just falls hard when cute reader treats him as a normal person! It’s so cute how you didn’t know he was the prince and even better that when you did find out you weren’t even fazed! Soon you became friends, though “friend” is what you deemed him. If it was up to him it would be “love of my life, my heart, my soul.” But he will wait till you realize you belong with him.

A lavish life full of only the best, but he never seemed to enjoy it. He didn’t feel alive. Until you came in and suddenly everything is so vibrant and colorful! The wind is fresher, the sun is more warm. The fruit taste sweeter and now he can sleep better. All his dreams are filled with YOU.

Sorry I rambled a bit but wanted to hear ur take on it!

I’ve seen a few things about a yandere sunshine prince! I love reading webtoons but I haven’t read that one before! Btw I love the rambling that people do in requests it’s okay, it helps me get more details on what you guys want.

description: yandere prince x reader, gender neutral reader, sunshine prince, yandere themes, obsession, older times

You intently looked at the list held in your hands. You were on a mission to go and fetch some ingredients for your supper. You skipped along until you bumped into a cloaked figure, his sweet voice quickly apologized for bumping into you.

You looked up and his bright eyes were nervous, as if he was going to get into trouble for bumping into you. He helped you grab your paper that flew out of your hands. The two of you panicked a bit as wind tried guiding it away before he did.

“Thanks! It’s my fault anyways, I should’ve been looking ahead” You smiled, glancing at his hood that seemed to purposely cover his face. You could still see his cute facial features and adorable eyes. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen him before but you brushed it off as him looking like another person.

“Ah, no! It’s my fault. I was trying to look for a good place to eat but I was so distracted I didn’t look ahead” He hastily took the blame, his words seemed genuine. Sometimes other villagers wouldn’t say anything and just continued on when they bumped into you.

“I know some places, wanna come with me? There’s a shop down the street that I was heading to, they sell some delicious food, I can never get enough of it!” You happily offered your company to the stranger, he sounded nice after-all!

“Sure! I’ve been wanting to see what’s sold down here!” He followed you like a lost puppy all around town. You were fast but he made sure to catch up, even holding onto your shirt so he wouldn’t get lost in the crowds.

You thought he was a very nice fellow! He held some of your bags that carried food you bought, and made sure to listen to your rambles intently. When he rambled on about things he’s never tried you did the same.

“So you’ve never had this? It’s the most popular dish in this kingdom!” You were surprised that he’s never tried it before! The two of you found a nice spot to sit after shopping.

“Nope! I’ve tried all sorts of fancy dishes but I’ve never had one of these” His eyes lit up looking at all the floating vegetables and meat. It looked delicious! It looked better then the bland food he ate in his castle!

“Here try it!” You spoon fed him, making sure to put your hand under the spoon so you wouldn’t spill it on him. He chewed on a piece of meat that came along with the soup. It was heavenly! He chewed in pure bliss as you kept spoon feeding him.

He couldn’t believe someone was treating him normally, like a best friend! And the two of you only met a few hours ago. He liked you already! He hated being treated like a god by the maids and staff at his castle.

Even his parents irritated him with all the complaints to be wed soon or else he’d never find love. But he was still young, why would he have to be married so soon! That’s why he had been rebelling recently. Today marked the first time he’s ever snuck out of the castle grounds!

“Your face expression is so funny!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his cheeks that were full with food, even tinted red by the warmth of it too. His smile was so big even more when he realized you were staring at him.

“It’s so good! I’ve never had something like this before” His giggles sounding like a beautiful song you’ve never heard before. Everything about him was elegant and adorable.

“Here, try some of the fruit that I got too!” You offered, putting it in front of him. He quickly dined in on that as well after swallowing the food in his mouth.

This became routine for the two of you to hang out everyday. The once diligent prince would sneak out of his room and head towards the village, immediately knowing where to go now that you’ve shown him around. He made a beeline towards your house, excited at the new bright day to hang out.

Nobody even predicted him to be such a rule breaker! Everyone believed he was a sweet prince that could do no wrong! He was doing all of this for you, for your friendship that he longed to turn into something more.

“Hey! It’s pretty early, normally you come during the afternoon, what gives?” You casually spoke to the regular visitor that opened your door and pulled his hood down. He always made sure to keep it on, except for when he was in your house.

He showed you what he looked like on the second day of hanging out, yet you still didn’t recognize him! He was so ecstatic that you didn’t; he’d become a frowning puddle of sadness if you ever started treating him differently because of his title.

“Missed you! What are you gonna do today?” He watched you intently while you chopped up some vegetables. It was for tonight’s meal, you just decided to cut them earlier before storing them away.

“Nothing really, I was planning to go fishing. I heard the fish are real lively around this season” You collected up all the vegetables and put them in a mason jar, storing them away in the rightful place.

“Fishing? I’ve seen the fishermen at my castle prep it for the chefs! I’ve never done it myself though” He found it intriguing that you did everything on your own to feed yourself. He was learning new things about you everyday.

Your eyebrow quirked in confusion, what did he mean castle? He had never mentioned anything of his royalty before so this castle talk was new to you. You assumed maybe he was a dutiful butler but that wouldn’t make sense on why he said my castle

“Your castle? What do you mean?” You dusted your hands off on your clothing, unable to stop scanning his eyes that looked panicked.

“Uhm… well” He paused and tried to think of an excuse. Should he just spill it? You wouldn’t care right? He just hoped you wouldn’t treat him any differently than before.

“So.. I’m the prince?” He said it more as a question rather than a serious statement. He couldn’t help but be nervous!

“You’re the prince..?” You titled your head, not fully understanding. Did he mean the prince of this land? The one you have yet to see other then in dusty newspapers? The royals were hardly ever seen in the village after all.

The now revealed prince nodded his head, wondering if you were going to tell anyone. Would you betray him? Or would you be a kind friend and still hangout with him!

“That’s cool, I never thought you were royalty! Well I did always think you were very pretty, sort of like royalty” You casually stated. Yeah, it was a big thing that he was a prince but he was normal just like any other villager, why treat him differently?

“You think I’m pretty…? Anyways!! Thank you for being normal about it, I was scared you were going to freak out!” He was flustered at your comment but brushed it off as best as he could. Which was a slight nervous smile with blush on his face.

“I wouldn’t freak out, you’re still my friend. You act like everyone else so why would I treat you differently?” You smiled, something that comforted him immensely. He hugged you, happy that you didn’t care that he was.

“This must be important to you huh?” You giggled hugging him back, he nodded, choosing not to speak and just enjoy the warm embrace that he initiated.

This is likely why he was so lovesick every-time he had to head back to his castle. He kept ignoring the questions his maids asked. Questions that asked why he was out all the time and where he was. He locked himself in his room, groaning into a pillow now that he couldn’t hear your beautiful voice.

He loved when you laughed, it made him happy. Happy that you enjoyed his presence. He knew you thought of him a friend, nothing more. But this prince was obsessed with you.

He needed to be something more, his heart wouldn’t be able to take being your forever friend! He wanted to be wed to you, to let you relish in all his riches that he never cared for. He’d treat you like the richest pearl on earth that deserved the best treatment.

The prince just wanted you to fall for him, he already fell for you! He couldn’t have a full nights rest if he wasn’t dreaming of you. The dreams were filled with you finally accepting his courting. Some would tell the story of how you fell in love with him.

He was ecstatic after a good dream, finding his breakfast more delicious then ever before, the sun was refreshing, even his parents nagging could not bother him! Everything was so much better when his thoughts were full of you.

Perhaps it was obsession, or maybe his heart clinging onto someone who didn’t just want him for his parent’s kingdom. Whatever it was, he didn’t care. He trusted his heart, and his heart guided him to you, nobody else, just you. You deserved only the best! And he could give you all of that.

The prince was yet again, sneaking out to go visit you, swiftly making his way down as usual. He wondered if he would ever get caught, highly unlikely! He knocked on your door, facing your sleepy demeanor after a few moments.

“It’s so early..” You yawned letting him in, unable to hide the fact the you had just woken up.

“Never early enough to visit you!” He hugged you, closing the door before he did.

“Mhm, I didn’t have anything planned today, just lounging around..” You went to go lay down in your bed. You should’ve likely offered to go hangout somewhere but you were too close to sleeping to do that.

“That’s okay! Would you like to rest more while I find something to cook? I’ve never cooked any of my meals but I think I’ll be able to do it!” He smiled as if he didn’t have low chances that he was going to whip something delicious up.

“Just.. sleep and when I get up I’ll make us breakfast” You yawned, going under the comforting sheets of your bed that you were under not too long ago.

“Where should I sleep!” His active and awake behavior warned that he likely wouldn’t be sleeping if you did.

“Here, c’mere” You slightly tugged on his shirt, guiding him next to you. This was the only way you could prevent him from messing your kitchen up. He tried to act like this wasn’t making his heart beat at an unusual rate. He felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

“Ok-okay!” He slipped into your bed with you, awkwardly laying there before you wrapped your arounds him, bringing his warmth close to yours. You mumbled nonsense before dozing off.

Now he was trapped.. in your bed!! He tried containing his excitement, your arms were wrapped around him! And you had your head on top of his. He was close to your chest, facing your collarbone and neck. All he could smell was you.

He was unable to fight away sleep when he found comfort in you being so close to him. He snuggled up to your chest, greedily taking in your scent. It was a long lasting embrace, one that made him pass out after his heart cooled off.

[deus-lapidis]

Forever and always.

— Diluc’s Wedding Layout [modern]

Characters: Diluc x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: this is written for @hiraya-rawr as a specialty treat in hopes of bringing her some joy. Therefore it was crafted with a female reader in mind, but imo, fuck gender norms and read it if you want to read it, as long as you’re comfortable <3

I’m also really sorry for being like…dead.. streaming and irl matters have consumed my time and genshin hasn’t been a bit tiring. I’m very hyped about Fontaine though!

Preparation and Planning [hehe…PP]

The attire

Diluc likes to spoil you. He has the money from his family business and on what else should he be spending it on if not on things that conjure such a sweet smile on your face :>

Though he cannot come with you to pick out your wedding dress, he makes sure that at least one of his maids will accompany you and of course bear his request in mind; for his lover to get nothing but the best, the finest and the most extraordinary to match your person!

Whatever you wish for, he will absolutely fund. Pearls or dainty jewels, lace or maybe silk, a veil or maybe a crown even? It will be yours, just say the word.

When it comes to his suit picking though, he has his brother tagging along with Venti and Rosaria, since they all invited themselves to the attire picking occasion. They spent so much time with the dawn winery heir that they practically HAVE to join in.

They make lots of stupid remarks though and poke fun, while having champagne, so Diluc also decides to confide in his childhood friend Jean and her little sister Barbara, texting the siblings to ask for their opinion.

They settle on a classy and sleek looking black suit with a few bronze touches that remind of his coat.

He gets a bit emotional once seeing himself in his wedding attire, cause then it really sinks in. He’s here. Picking out the suit that he’s gonna wear to his wedding, to YOUR wedding. Oh my god, he’s gonna marry you. You, the love of his life and his beloved partner ohdeararchons—

The bubbling champagne glasses of his cheery friends clink, a toast in the background, as he himself — refraining from alcohol while picking out such important garments — puts on his fifth potential wedding suit. The previous ones have been quite beautiful, but not to his taste in the end and he strived for your wedding to be absolutely perfect. While he was absentmindedly buttoning his black dress shirt, his thoughts drifted to you, his lovely fiancée. A small smile stretched out on his lips, one that he couldn’t fight when he thought of you, his ears dusted pink when he allowed himself to picture you in a wedding gown. Archons, was he ever so smitten.

The wedding cake

You two go to a local, fancy bakery to taste test and assemble your dream wedding cake.

That part was far less nerve wrecking, since it also sort of felt like a sweet date. You two were spending time at the bakery together and while he was actually never that fond of sweets, he enjoyed a lot of the cakes.

He watched you with his gentle vermilion gaze, he was utterly and hopelessly smitten <3

Well frankly said he also found that they tasted a lot better, since you were insisting on feeding him the different cake flavours :)

You settled on a dark chocolate cake, since it seemed to be a rather classic flavour, rich and bittersweet.

The sweet scents of cake samples waft through the tasting room, you sitting there with him and gleefully trying the next flavour.

“Mhm! Diluc, try this. I think you’ll like it.” You lifted the fork to his lips, offering your fiancé a bite of coffee cake, gently prodding his mouth with the utensil.

He chuckled at your gesture, smitten eyes gazing at you in amusement, before accepting the bite and letting the cake melt on his tongue.

He really could get used to this.

The actual wedding:

Boy, he’s so nervous.

So here’s the thing, his father had always been an anchor for him for anxious moments in his young years, Crepus being there to validate and reassure his son. During adulthood he found himself bottling things up and managing just fine, yet in this moment, he feels like a vulnerable young boy again. Yes, he’s suited up for his adult wedding with his very adult beloved. His once innocent eyes, now matured over time, staring back at him in the mirror, his strong facial features of an unshakable man and yet he feels so young and helpless.

His brother had to come and calm him down a little, even almost resorting to calling you via phone to help his awkward redhead brother relax, but they ended up managing on their own.

(Venti put on a stupid song and Diluc’s nervousness easily transformed into stressed aggravation.)

The first look had him in tears. He’s quite sniffly, but he’s trying to contain himself for the sake of the wedding and his image. Truthfully, he’s really excited to marry you. You are wonderful inside and out and he can’t wait for you to be his and for him to be yours.

As soon as he (somewhat) recovered, he opted to wrap his arms around you, forehead pressing against yours, as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

“I love you. My darling.”

Finally, it was was ceremony time! Tears were shed. A lot of them. Vows were exchanged through more tears and croaked out chuckles.

The kiss was chaste and loving, just utterly perfect, a perfect start for your married life.

Bennett cried, Razor was happy to be included, Klee was the little flower girl, Fischl was ??? Oz was translating.

Kaeya held the absolutely most perfect speech as the best man. More tears were shed. Both because of gooey soft feelings and just utter amusement at his funny remarks and embarrassing Diluc anecdotes.

The first dance was a dreamy but nervous waltz, Diluc’s refined training as a young boy slipping out as he lead you. Gently swirling you while his own eyes focused on your shared joy, smiling ever so softly at you in an absolutely love drunk fashion.

Diluc offered you his hand, leading you to the dance floor when his brother announced the first dance of the newlyweds.

Pulling you closer to his body, he placed one hand on your waist, while the other held your right hand, he smiled encouragingly when you placed your left hand on his shoulder.

You followed his steps, swaying and twirling to the familiar music. Your eyes never breaking away from each other, smitten love radiating from the both of you.

He looked incredibly handsome like this, hair out of his face, lips curled upwards in happiness. You never wanted to forget this moment.

In his eyes, your bright smile was something to be engraved and tucked away into his heart forever.

Eventually the music died down, leaving you two swaying in each other’s arms happily, him pressing a kiss on your forehead, before resting his head against yours.

“I love you. Forever and always.”

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 2

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: okay, second chapter/part…I had fun writing this part. Hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, friends bickering, broken hearts (?), typos

Chapter 1

“Okay, we’re off.” Matty announced, extending his arms towards Grace. She faked refusing his request, which made Amelia chuckle and hide her little face on her mother’s best friend's neck. Y/n laughed witnessing. “Give my baby back!” Matty insisted, poking Grace on the arm.

In a swift movement, Matty took Mel and stepped back a few meters. “Yes!” He celebrated.

“Have fun” Y/n said to them. “Tell the guys that I’ll drop by anytime soon” She stated to Matty.

“You two can come with us...” He offered to the grown up women. Y/n shook her head.

“She needs her time with daddy.”

Matty smiled wide, dropping kisses on his daughter's chubby cheeks. “My sweet baby!”

“We need to gossip about you as well.” Grace muttered behind her mug. Matty looked instantly to Y/n arching an eyebrow. He was expecting an answer, meanwhile Y/n wanted to kill her best friend.

Y/n purposely ignored the conversation. Saying goodbye to her daughter. “Give mommy a kiss, and go.” Y/n sensed Matty staring. Matty stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, analysing how Y/n ignored eye contact. 'Was it a joke or a fact? Or both?'

If he didn’t say more, she wasn't going to either.

“Okay…” He spoke with his voice full of questions. “See you two later. Don’t burn the house down, please!” He turned around, with Amelia secured in his arms.

Once the sound of the door closing reached Y/n's ears, she looked dead panned at Grace. “I’m going to kill you, idiot. Why did you tell him that?”

“What?” They stared at each other for a minute. “I wasn’t lying…” Grace shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t care, Grace. He has a big ego, stroked daily by…”

“Fans and hot models, actresses…”

“Yes, thank you.” Y/n shut her with a stern look. Deeply annoyed about that truth. "So he doesn’t need to know that we…sometimes-”

“Many, many, many times...”

“Why- shut up!” Y/n walked away towards the living area, which connects directly with the kitchen. “We don’t talk about him that much…and even if we did, he doesn't need to know, okay?"

“It was a joke!” Grace followed her, plopping at Y/n’s side on the big couch.

Y/n hold a scream, saying “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Grace laughed at her antics. “You love me. Anyway…” she dragged the start of the phrase too much for Y/n’s liking. “What’s really going on?”

“What do you mean?” Y/n tried to keep her voice tone as normal as she could.

“No. Talk to me.” Grace warned her. Turning, so they were face to face while sitting on the big white couch. “Y/n…”

“I-” She didn’t know where to start. Not even her understood what was really going on inside her head.

After a week of having Matty around, her nerves were over the top. As she said, the frontman was fulfilling his duties as Amelia’s father like a champ. He was always like that once he was home. Being the perfect father and co-parent. Years before, she would not have believed it was possible. Never. But so many times he made her swallow her words, or thoughts, for what this matter involved. Once, he explained to her how guilty he sometimes felt while being away. Voicing his worries to her warmed Y/n’s heart.

They were truly friends, co-parenting a beautiful girl. Although being a parent was hard. A life full of joy, but full of worries as well. The fear of fucking her little mind creeping inside Matty’s mind, but Y/n’s as well. They bond over sharing good moments, but mostly through surfing the waves of sadness and hard times.

Y/n couldn’t complain about his behaviour during the week. At the same time, Y/n couldn’t ignore the growing pain inside her chest. He was being a pal, but not her partner.

Everything went even south the night before. She was laying in bed, exhausted after a long day full of: playing, changing nappies, a walk to the park, feeding Amelia and bath time. She could clearly hear from her bedroom -which was at the other side of the hall on the first floor-, Matty softly singing to Amelia. He was the one in charge of bedtime. With him sound tracking, Y/n scrolled through Instagram. Hundreds of notifications. Her accounts were private, but people managed to constantly tag her.

The same picture repeating itself plastered on her phone screen. Matty walking with a girl. No holding hands, no kissing, no nothing. The speculations were there, under, as texts and comments. People convinced the girl walking along was a worldwide known model. Matty looked kind of tired at her side, everything about her looked perfect. Y/n locked the device, leaving it on the bedside table. She took a deep breath and tried to sleep. Her mind racing with thoughts kept her wide awake for longer than she wanted to accept. Not conclusions, only a sour heart.

“Nothing. It's nonsense.” Y/n told Grace.

“It's not nothing if it is worrying you…” Y/n laughed, loudly. The irony.

“Nothing is really wrong. He’s a great father, Amelia is happy to have him back…work is good.”

“But?”

“What?”

“But something is clearly disturbing you...”

Y/n succumbed to Grace’s inquiries. “It’s so stupid. We have an arrangement…everything we do- Matty and I, everything we do around here is for Amelia to be happy and healthy-” She rambled, not really making sense.

“But?”

“But I’m sinking down.” Y/n admitted. Those words directly to her more than to her friend.

“Why?” Grace knew she was pushing a little, feeling at the same time as it was for the better. “Why are you sinking?”

“It’s selfish…”

“Stop beating around the bush, you idiot. Say it!”

“I want someone to care for me, to fucking love me…”

Grace looked at her like a third eye appeared on her forehead. “Amelia adores you, I adore you…”

“I don’t mean it like that, Grace! It’s been so long since someone…you know” Grace busted into a fit of laugh. “Are you fucking laughing?” Y/n couldn’t believe her.

“Yes!” Grace said, trying to contain the sound but failing miserably. She started to roll on the couch. Y/n stood up.

“Stop laughing!”

“I can’t believe the crap you said.”

Y/n was starting to get pissed. It took a lot of her to express those feelings, and Grace wasn’t taking her seriously. “Thanks for being emphatic.”

“No, no..” Grace seated back up, drying her eyes. “I am.”

“You are no-”

“Shhhh-” Y/n friend lifted a single finger. “My time to talk!” she grinned when Y/n kept her silence. “I understand what you are saying…but please, if you want someone to fuck you-”

“That’s not the only thing I want.” Y/n screaming while blushing massively.

“Fine, yeah- still, you can go on dates!”

“Fucking when Grace? I have a daughter to raise...”

“She has a father, she has me…the boys would do it for her and for you, you know that. Amelia has an uncle, and granpare-”

“Yeah, but I’m her mother!” Y/n started to pass around the living room. She knew deep down those were merely excuses.

“Matty is his father. Doesn’t stop him from hooking up, date or whatever.” Grace tried to present her thoughts without knowing it was a dagger directly towards Y/n’s heart. Y/n looked down. The pictures came to her mind. “Y/n…” She snapped out of her daydreaming.

Y/n cleaned her throat. “Yeah, you’re right.” Her heart was aching. “I should-”

“Oh, no-” Grace looked through her.

Y/n’s head snapped up, her eyes wide. “What?”

“Don’t tell me…”

“I haven’t-”

“Shit, Y/n.”

“What?!”

“He’s fucking half of the population of the planet. He’s not made for being a good partner…”

“Don’t who- What you’re tal-”

“Matty.”

Y/n knew her facade was weak. At that moment of the conversation she couldn’t stop. “What about him?”

“Look at me and say you’re not waiting around for him.”

Y/n shut up. She was the one aware of her feelings. Although, she never thought she was doing what Grace implied she was doing. She felt light-headed. Y/n sat down slowly on the couch. “Am I doing that?” She asked herself.

“Y/n…”

“Fuck-” she closed her eyes tight. “No.” Y/n jumped from the couch. Her mind was working hard. Hurting a little. “I’m not waiting for him. Maybe I was excusing myself from dating…” She rambled out loud, starting to form a believable tale.

Grace tried to warn her. “He’s not going to stop dating hot girls…not that you aren’t hot, just-”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I bet he’s good at…it. That's not enough though-”

“Yes.”

“He cheated before-”

“We don’t know that for a fact-”

“Y/n…”

“Do you still have Paul’s number?” Y/n asked suddenly.

“Maybe. Why?”

“Give it to me.”

“Y/n…you need to slow down”

“Grace, give it to me!”

She grabbed her phone reluctantly, sending Y/n her cousin's phone number. Y/n started typing seconds after opening her phone. She was high on some cocktail of feelings, and Grace didn’t know how to or if she had to interfere. Maybe it was for the best. She hopped.

Suddenly, Y/n left the phone in the middle of the coffee table. “Done” she said.

“Mhm?” Grace was unsure.

“I have a date. Friday night.”

Grace couldn’t believe what was happening. “You’re crazy!”

“That’s new to you?” Matty asked -obviously- joking about it. Grace and Y/n felt like teenagers being caught after smoking for the first time. “Are you two okay?” he asked, fearing the answer due to their faces and sharing looks.

He left Amelia on the floor. She walked towards Y/n, who lifted her up. “Yes.” she responded, kissing her daughter, trying to find some comfort.

“Why then do you look like someone died?”

Grace laughed, trying to break the tension. “You just scared us. Wasn’t expecting you here so soon.”

“Yeah, well…mel-mel was screaming for a change of diapers. Forgot those at home. So…”

“Right!” Grace continued talking. Y/n was struggling to keep her calm, although she felt so pathetic.

“Y/n, are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, wh-”

“She has a date...with Paul!” Grace shouted, scaring all of them. Making Amelia cry.

“Thanks, Grace!” Y/n’s voice was full of sarcasm. She walked away with her baby crying, trying to calm her.

She wasn’t far enough, she listened to Matty and her friend talking. “Paul, your prince charming cousin Paul?” Matty asked, Y/n felt a wave of regret. He sounded pissed, she thought. Y/n shushed Amelia, and herself too.

“Erm, yeah..him.”

“Y/n..” Matty went searching for her. He found her quickly. The lead singer stopped at the door, watching and analysing every one of Y/n’s movements.

“Yeah?”

“Are you really going on a date?” The question angered her. Who was him to ask that? She never questioned his dating behaviours. Never. Especially when those came with a tsunami of articles. Their personal romantic lives were out of the arrangement about co-parenting and living together. They weren’t a couple. He was not allowed or supposed to question her dating behaviours.

“Yes,” she said firmly. “Why?”

That took Matty back. “I-”

“Can you look after Mel…or I can ask-”

“Yes, I can. When?”

“Friday night.”

“Friday night” he repeated. “Okay, I have to check some tracks- Since I had to leave early, George sent them- ” Matty abruptly informed them, stumbling with his words. “Nice to see you, Grace.” and he was out of sight.

Grace walked out of the living room slowly. Making herself visible for mother and daughter. “Now I have a good reason to kill you.” Y/n stated.

Grace smiled wide. “I’m this beauty godmother, you can’t.” She took Amelia in her arms. The little girl laughed, and some tension disappeared from her mother's body.

She tried not to think too hard about Matty’s reaction. She focused on the date. No spark on her body, maybe it would come closer to it, to Friday. She tried to believe this was for the better. Grace was right, Matty wasn’t probably made to be her partner, but someone out there was.

Chapter 3

Feedback always welcome ❤️

[staytinyville]

Heuning Kai

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↣ Summary: After an accident leaves you terrified, you subconsciously conjure a monster that feeds off your anxiety. However this monster begins to grow feelings for you. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Huening Kai x gn!reader

↣ Genre: fluff

↣ AU/Trope info: anxiety monster!Kai, depressed!reader, sorta jujutsu kaisen type deal

↣ Word Count: 1.3k

↣ Warnings: anxiety attack, sorta PTSD, this might make some of you guys uncomfy because of the things going on atm around the world, if you need someone to talk to I am open.

↣ A/N: THE LAST OF MY STORIES MAN. THE JOY I FELT. I was really trying so hard to finish these quickly and I feel like I rushed them too much to the point where they kind of sucked. I hope you enjoyed reading them all if you did. And if not I do hope you got the right tarot reading! Do tell me if you did. I love to know if it resonated. 

THE MOON

Illusion, Fear, Anxiety, Subconscious, Intuition

When the moon comes out in a reading it is meant to signify that you are projecting your fears into your everyday life. You might have some kind of trauma with a painful memory or experience that left you unsure about yourself. In order to understand these better you have to connect yourself with that part of you you might not be willing to see.

This card can represent a time where you are not sure about things. You are second guessing things, so with that in mind make sure you pay attention to the signs. Do not allow yourself to fall pray to a fast decisions without checking out all the options.

Pay close attention to the lunar cycle in how it plays roles in your everyday life. Connect with it's spirit wanting to help you navigate through a time in your life where you might not be sure of yourself.

XVII THE MOON

There was a time when you had enjoyed going outside into the world, but as of late it was hard to want to do that. There was something preventing you from going out and it only festered your anxiety and depression more. 

It gave itself the name Kai. 

It sucked to have him glued to your side but you had no one else to blame but yourself. Ever since that accident you were in things took a turn and you became scared of everything around you. Because of this your fears had manifested something that would haunt every other living soul on the earth. 

You could remember the first night you had met him. You were curled up in a fetal position as a nightmare was plaguing you and causing a cold sweat to run through your body. You woke up startled when you felt cold hands stroking your shoulder that had been uncovered by the blankets. 

Whimpering, you wanted to think it was nothing, but it continued its ministrations. So you slowly opened your eyes, and were met with glowing eyes. He looked like such a boy with a goofy grin on his face as he faced you, one hand tucked under his head. 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you began to shiver from being in the same bed as someone else. Who was this man and why was he in your bed?

“I’m not gonna kill you.” Were his very first words to you. “If I kill you, I kill myself and that’s just a dumb idea.”

He gave you a grin. “I’m Kai. Your anxiety monster.”

And so you spent the next couple of months with the man who manifested from your own feelings and fears getting to know him. He tired you out a lot but you guess that was just his job. You learned he was clingy and loved to torment you.

However for you, you had learned to live with him. He was a bit annoying but you knew it was only you who created him. He was your own imagination come to life. A part of you might be scared of him but for the most part, you were quite happy because he was almost like a friend. 

A toxic one that seemed to find joy in your misery but there were good things about him that you found yourself feeling happy about. 

He would always watch over you, like a guardian angel, making sure you wouldn’t walk into traffic or go down the wrong alleyway. He also would sneer at any person who got too close to you like a jealous boyfriend.

Everytime you would ask him about it he would explain to you that if you found someone to occupy your time, you wouldn’t be sad anymore therefore he would go away. But you knew that your anxiety wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. If at all. 

“Good morning, my sweets!” Kai’s goofy grin was the first thing you saw every morning and the last thing before you closed your eyes. 

You had asked him once why it was he looked the way he did. An attractive man who had a baby face that would make anyone swoon. He explained to you that he looked that way because he was meant to embody your dream man. You frowned at his answer but as he continued you understood his reasoning. 

You were worried one day the man of your dreams would come up to you and all you would feel is anxiety over acting like a fool or looking like a fool. You guess it made sense seeing as Kai would be seeing you at your best and your worst. 

“Good morning, Kai.” You sighed, turning onto your back. 

He began to pout, feeling something bubble under your chest that made him squint his eyes. He shuffled closer to you, trying to curl into your side. He frowned when you didn’t reach over for him like you usually did. 

He raised his head to look at you. “Something is wrong.” He told you.

“I feel like today is going to be a bad day.” You spoke softly. 

Kai’s pout deepened, feeling a bit bad for your problems. He was meant to feed off of them but as the time went on he quickly fell in love with how strong you were even with everything going on. 

You would try your best to get over your fears, even if they came back. You had mottos you told yourself over and over again to keep pushing forward. Kai had never met a host like you and it made his non-existent heart beat just a tad. 

For the rest of the day, he kept a watchful eye on you. You were sluggish in everything you did, nearly breaking things. You barely had any energy to move to your couch or reach for the remote that was on the other side. Kai kept grunting when you wouldn’t do anything and he would have to take over for you. It would get small smiles, knowing that the monster cared for you in some passive aggressive way. 

However when you turned on the tv and saw that there had been another natural disaster in some part of the world, your mind began to shut down. All you could see were the buildings knocked over or fallen completely. 

You suddenly felt a weight on your chest, tightening around your lungs. You could feel sweat on your skin as you were reminded of the long time spent in a small space under a collapsed structure. The dust that stuck to your skin and made your eyes burn. 

Kai’s eyes went wide as he too began to feel the tightening in his stomach. While it was something good for him, all he could feel was remorse as he turned to watch you. Without thinking about his own health, he shut off the tv and was quick to take you into his hands. 

The moment you felt someone touch you, the breath you were holding came out in a choked sob and they wracked through your body loudly. You clung to Kai as you were reminded of those people who helped to take you out of the rubble.  

He tried to shush you, tightening his hold around your whole body. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to calm down a survivor of a disaster, but for you it wasn’t about the way he tightened your hold on you, it was about how you weren’t alone in a hole. 

You could feel his breathing on your body, could hear his whispers in your ear, could see the color of his shirt. You weren’t someone dark without help, you were sitting on your couch with the monster that was supposed to be feeding off you. And yet here he was, trying to calm you down. 

And when you pulled away to fall onto the couch all numb, he didn’t hesitate to keep you on his chest and allow you to unravel on your own. Your voice was hoarse and quiet but he was able to hear you just fine. 

“Kai, what are you doing?” You whispered. 

“I’m your anxiety monster. I feed off your anxiety.” He answered, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Then why did you calm me down?” You asked him. 

“Because I don’t like that kind of anxiety.” He began to massage your scalp. “It tastes bitter.”

You smiled softly, your lips moving as you gave his covered chest a kiss. “I’m sorry for tasting bitter.”

“It’s okay. I’ll accept the anxiety you get when you’re trying to open a can of biscuits.”

You laughed out loud and swatted at his chest. “It’s a real fear.”

“I know.” His lips touched the top of your head making you go back to laying on his chest. “You also freak out over spiders. Those are the best kind of meals.”

“Thank you, Kai.” You said it so quietly, in such a small voice–it made the monster smile. 

“You’re welcome.”

Tags : @cultofdionysusnet , @sandsofire , @k-vanity

[azrielgreen]

Hi Az! Hope you’re doing good 💗

After the most recent steddie twitter BS I’ve been really debating leaving that place for good. The vibes are completely off and I feel like I have to walk on egg shells all the time in order to fit in. I almost feel like I’m back at church again?? People are constantly shaming others to feel good with themselves and fighting for a pedestal of righteousness. But at the same time I’ve got some lovely mutuals there and I don’t wanna loose touch with the community. Tumblr is a much more comfortable place to be around people, but at the same time it feels a bit more lonely, at least for me. Maybe because I’m still not used to it.

In short, I was wondering if you have any tips on how to navigate inside online fandom spaces and avoid that type of toxicity while still standing your ground and keeping in touch with those who matter the most.

Hello lovely.

I've had a bunch of asks like this after this past week and it's sad to see the fandom splitting and cannibalising itself, even though this is usually what happens to some degree at least. I think it's always especially painful when communities and friendships were formed. I'm really sorry it's not so enjoyable anymore.

Navigating fandom space, especially within the social side of things, requires, IMO, a healthy understanding that a) this is all temporary and b) to take breaks often. To not let it become your whole life because it can be addictive and consuming. That's not to say you can't enjoy the content, the media, the people, but the construct of fandom as it exists within social media is, in my honest opinion, deeply toxic. I really don't think fanfic was ever made to be aired and shared like it is and fandom visibility is a breeding ground for insecure people to clique up and light torches rather than remain open minded and remember this is all fiction and it's all completely temporary.

That's beside the point, however.

Tumblr is a much quieter space which I personally enjoy way more than Twitter, but it's lacking the high volume of Twitter and the constant interactions, the scroll feed. I think getting away from this mindset of having everything we want and more shoved in our faces is good. We went searching for content once, we can go searching for content again.

Unfortunately, when it comes to friendships, stuff like this tends to show you who your friends really were in the first place. I've seen people absolutely ripping into each other this last week, turning on each other, it's foul. It's so sad, but i've seen it happen many times before and it is, for me, the canary down the mine in terms of when to pull back from the social side of fandom and focus on the writing again. For me, it's always been that anyway, so it takes very little to draw a boundary on Twitter but for many, it's a painful loss of something that was once encouraging, kind and vibrant.

Nothing lasts forever and good things are always coming around the corner if we can let go of what doesn't serve us.

You'll find your balance and your joy again, I just know it.

All my love, Az.

💜💜💜

[theyungihven]

Peculiar interests • yunho

↬ pairing: boyfie hard dom yunho x sub fem! reader

↬ genre: smut, fluff

↬ warnings: oral (receiving), ropes, mention of knife, slut shaming

↬ word count: 1.7k+

↬synopsis : yunho notices your peculiar interest towards the red marks he leaves on your wrist and the next day when comes home with a bundle of rope, you can't help but squirm in your seat.

↬ author’s note: oh dear reader, thy are finally witnessing the influence of my kinks into my literature

The sunlight sneaks into your bedroom through the curtains as it enlightens the space between four walls where you lie in the comfort of your beddings. You mindlessly stare at the ceiling, trying to adjust to your surroundings, but the scent of sweet pancakes looming into the room awakens your senses and you force yourself off the bed. 

Walking into your living room which houses the open kitchen, you see your boyfriend cooking. He has an apron tied to his waist, the one he brought last weekend to clean the squids and his face is flushed due to heat from the pan. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with his forearm and pours some batter onto the pan.

“Hmm, guess someone was rather hungry this morning.” you hum, brushing your hair with your fingers.

“All I ate was you, last night.” he complains, as his eyes stalk your outfit from head to toe, which consists of his t-shirt and your lace panties. “and the evidence is still present.” he smirks, flipping the pancake and winking in your direction. Cheeky little bastard.

“Oh shut up, we’re gonna get a noise complaint if we keep this up.” you blush at last night’s memory as you step into the kitchen.

“God, you sound awful please.” he says clenching his teeth, as if cringing at your moans, which he definitely enjoyed hearing last night. Walking towards the refrigerator, you open the door to grab something sweet.

“Yeah, you say that and yet you record it.” The look on his face is everything you expected; surprise and concern. The strawberry jam bottle looks delicious at the moment, so you grab it, knocking open the cap.

“You did not go through my phone-” he says in a shuttering tone, as his lips and the hand holding a ladle tremble.

“It was mingi.” you say, licking the strawberry jam off your fingers and giving him a smile.

“Remind me why you are friends in the first place?” he sighs, pouring half-a-ladle of batter onto the pan after placing the cooked pancake on the plate.

“To simp over your insanely handsome ass?” you reply, wiping your fingers on his apron and closing the jar before placing it on the counter. 

“I swear to god, you both are going to be the end of me.” he groans, nudging you away with his elbow. “Where are your manners? Whoosh away.”

“Aww, my dear yuyu, who’s going to wake you up then?” you ask him, tracing your finger across his face as he scrunches his eyebrows when it gets dangerously close to his eyes. “Bet you’ll sleep till the world ends, sleepy head.” you mess up his fluffy morning hair even more and he gives you ‘I’m going to kill you’ eyes. 

“A thing called alarm exists, dumbo.” he adds in, to save himself from your wrath of spreading strawberry jam on his face. 

“As if you can even hear it.” you roll your eyes, bending forward to grab the sugar container over the stove but your boyfriend has the audacity to interrupt and tear you away before even reaching it. Your joy crashes down and the pan does next as you both move away, avoiding any injury. “You are never cooking again, you dumb giant.'' his smile drops when he spots disappointment in your eyes. 

Yunho helps you clean up the oil splattered on the floor while almost slipping on it. When you are done, you both flop down on the couch, forgetting the pancakes until he brings them over and feeds you as an apology.

It isn’t late when you notice red marks on your wrist. “Look at what you did.” you say, stuffing your hand in front of his face. 

“I’m sorry” he hurries to press kisses on his handprint. 

“It’s okie, I kinda like it.” you nonchalantly say, admiring the red mark decorating your wrist. 

“How much kinkier can you get?” He spreads some honey on the mark to help the scar, which he saw somewhere.

“Blame mingi for showing me stuff” he stops his movements as his body freezes at your words.

“He what-” 

NEXT DAY

The following day when Yunho walks in with fishing supplies, it isn’t much surprising until he puts the stuff on the kitchen counter and whips out a bundle of black nylon rope. “That’s for tying wooyu up, isn’t it?” you joke around as you watch him untie the rope. 

“No, its for tying you up and fucking you like the pain bitch you are.” He advances forward, as he lays a path of untied rope behind him. Did he just get a lifetime supply of rope?

“Yunho- '' you manage to choke as you sight his dark eyes staring at your figure. His lips curl up in a mischievous smile, which straightens the hair on your hands and sends a chill down your spine. 

“Bring your hands forward,  slut.” he commands, and you obey him because how are you going to successfully escape a grown ass giant man. 

“Yes, sir.” you reply and bring forward your hands, curling them into fist as he ties the thick strands of thread around your wrist. 

His knots are tight, pressing your hands firmly together without any chances of escaping the hold. He then proceeds to cut the remaining rope off by heating the knife. The smell of melting plastic spreads in the air but is soon replaced by the primrose candle he lifts and places on the coffee table. 

“Also, no more hanging out with mingi.”

“But-” a frown decorates your face, when he mentions no longer seeing your bestie. 

“Did I ask you to speak?” he says in a deeper tone and you gulp nervously. You fucked up, idiot.

“No sir.” your eyes are glued to the ground in disappointment. 

“Behave like a good girl to save your ass. I'm already so pissed.” you nod, staring up at him with teary eyes. “Don’t give me that look.” Tonight is going to be one sad night.

The electronic lock chimes up as the door opens and you both glance around to look at the intruder. 

A mop of hair pokes the partially open door and a sweet voice speaks, “ANYONE HERE?” it’s mingi! He walks in, turning around after closing the door. “OH- HEY!” he says, noticing you both as you sit on the chair and yunho stands in front of you.

“Did you call him?” your boyfriend asks, in a monotone as if he’s unhappy by the new company. 

“What is going on?” Mingi walks near you and when he does, he stands near the coffee table staring at your hands being tied together by Yunho's fingers working on the knot. “ohhhhhhh, kinky.” the silver haired says, taken aback by your afternoon activity. 

“As if your ass isn’t the kinkest on this planet.” Yunho sarcastically replies as he tightens the last knot which slips a whine off your lips. That is definitely going to leave marks. Just how you like it. Perfect. 

“Ouch!'' Mingi catches his heart in pain as he scrunches his nose.  “Now, my kinky ass is gonna watch what yall will do next.” 

“And who invited you?” yunho glares at him, giving him the ‘I’m going to kill you’ eyes.

“I invited myself.” mingi props himself on the couch and gets comfortable on the couch. “What?” He's surprised by Yunho's amused face. 

“Since you are here, help me decide on how to punish her.” yunho says heating the knife tip on the candle. “Pun-punish?” He's kidding right? There is no way he’s punishing you infront of his best friend. Unless mingi’s into it- NO WAY-

“No one asked you to speak.”

“Sorry.” he’s such a dickhead today for no reason. 

“You’re such an alpha rn yunho. I'm kinda scared.” mingi says in a rather amusing tone that has both you and yunho turning heads. 

“Oh you wanna join her too?” he nears mingi holding the hot knife.

“Put that damn knife down” mingi screeches as his eyes locked on the knife, while terror and anxiety builds up in his chest.  

“Hmm, okie” Yunho says as he tilts his head and puts down the knife on the coffee table. Mingi takes a breath of relief as yunho joins him on the couch.

“What shall we do now?” the blond asks the silver haired, who breathes heavily.

“Me?” The silver haired finds it difficult to comprehend his words.

“You’re the one who told her about the ropes.” yunho almost screams in his ear and mingi finds him weird. Yunho and angry? He realises. The giant baby is actually jealous.

“You’re the one who she fucks with, not me.” mingi cockyly replies, throwing his head back on the couch.

“You don't want to?” yunho asks again, just for confirmation.

“Nope. I prefer watching. preserves energy.” mingi says, breathlessly as if-

“Hmm, let’s put on a show shall we, darling?” yunho rises from the couch and nears you. You swore to god, he looked nothing less than a demon with those dark eyes. “I bet you like being watched, slut.” he slurs, tracing his fingers on the curve of your jaw. 

It is quite a surprise when his cock is stuffed between your lips, its weight feeling heavy on your tongue. His rough thrusts down your throat are more surprising and that sick smile he gives you when you choke on his dick is enough to make you go insane.

The most insane thing is when his sloppy thrusts down your throat get intense as he chases his high, not even caring about bruising your jaw in the process, or the smile plastered on Mingi’s face as he watches you get fucked by your boyfriend. Another cheesy bastard.

“Look at you, soo fucked up that you can even think straight” yunho’s voice echoes in your ears as your cheeks get wet and everything becomes a blur. Were you really getting off to sucking your master? god- “So pathetic, can’t even please her master” he thrusts rather roughly when you tongue stops working around his dumb dick, making you choke on it, 

“God yunho, you’re breaking her” mingi’s voice is a distant sound, 

“She looks so beautiful breaking apart like this” yunho hums then moans when your cries vibrate on his cock “Fuck, you’re made to breed darling. Made for my cock to fuck you raw.”

[jaw-writes]

I Despise You Darling

I despise everything about you. Your endless void eyes, freakishly long legs, ever smug smile, deceptively soft touch, strangely floral scent. All of it. You attack each of my senses every time you come near me. To think that we were once best friends, I had more faith in you than anyone, whenever I needed advice or a shoulder to cry on, I went to you first. You meant the world to me; it makes me feel sick whenever I remember how the girl I loved was a lie 

You betrayed me, your best friend, in the name of a grotesque experiment where I’m the lab rat. There’s no doubt that you started the fire that continues to burn my life, but I can’t deny that I’ve enjoyed pouring the gasoline. At first, I did my best to avoid becoming obsessed with you, constantly holding myself back knowing it was wrong, but you made it impossible. Your mind is a carefully curated garden brimming with all sorts of life. As each day went by, I wanted to pick another flower from it, feel another blade of grass, and bask in its intrigue. 

I learned so much about you through observation, that I never could as your friend. Last year when I found out that you’d been stalking me, I had no idea why you’d do such a thing, now I understand. If watching me gave you a quarter of the feelings I get from watching you, then I’d almost forgive your actions. Gazing at your life through an analytical lens elicits feelings in me I didn’t know existed. It’s almost impossible to describe the manic rush of joy and power I get. 

Although, I think we enjoy it in different ways based on how we view each other. To you I’m your favorite seed in your garden, you want to watch me grow into your ideal tree. So, you take what you know about how I function, and combine it with your understanding of the world to make a compost for me. As brutal as the water you drown me in and the harsh sun you scorch me with is, it’s all part of your method to make me grow. I am a creation you live to see reach its full potential.  

To me, you’re the opposite, a malicious computer program that I enjoy watching destroy itself. You have never felt an ounce of empathy and have always needed to control any device you encounter. Once you find a target, you infect them with your virus, mining every piece of their data, and adding them to your collection of stolen lives. You successfully did it to me, but unlike the others, you kept going. Focusing on my activity far after you were done stealing from me, constantly coming back to see how I’d adapt to a new trojan horse you threw.  

Soon, I became the only user you engaged with, no other piece of tech mattered unless it was connected to me, and God, did seeing you like that feed my ego. A smile forces its way to my face at your meticulous plans growing in detail and intensity as you can’t focus on anything else. I, a random individual with nothing but a hint of illness to him, is who you put all your resources into. I’m unable to fear you anymore, while I gaze at you practically living for me. In your efforts to crumble and rebuild my life. You’ve made yourself incapable of having your own.  

Both of us have embraced the worst aspects of ourselves through the sick experiments we’ve been running on each other. You may be the greater evil between us, but I’m no longer afraid to admit that I’ve become a devil myself. I mean, I lured you into an abandoned warehouse, called upon one of my allies to help me fight you, and then shot you ceaselessly, making sure it was in areas that would maim, but not kill you. Now why would I do that? To make you paralyzed, of course. I was incredibly particular about where I aimed.  

You’ll be unable to move your limbs for at least four months, which invigorates me. I’ve been watching you and your caretaker. It’s great seeing both your arms and legs in casts. You had already been losing your strength to your fixation on me, but now you’ll be incapable of running away. If you find yourself fearing me right now, know that whatever happens next is your fault. I’m not the Anti-Christ, so I’ll simply enjoy observing your lack of mobility, with no further harm, but prepare yourself because the moment you can walk, I’ll be waiting.  

Unless I’m lying like you always lied to me, and I’ll strike once one of your limbs heal. Maybe I’ll be tracking you even more and will be able to tell if you’re pretending that you haven’t healed so I don’t hurt you sooner. Maybe I won’t even wait for when your body starts recovering, and you’ll wake up to me standing over your bed with my hands on your neck. I know how much you like analyzing and picking out patterns with me, so I’ll make sure you never know what to expect. I could be bluffing, and this is all to scare you off, so I’ll be done with you, you’ll never know. 

Are you starting to regret choosing me for this? Does the thought that you’ve grown a deadly poison plant out of your control kill you? Or are you loving this as much as I am, and you want to rub yourself all over me to get a blistering rash? I think it’s a mix of both for you, but who am I to say, it’s not like I’ve been watching your every move, right? No matter what you feel, just remember, I despise you, darling. 

[shewrotesomething]

The Day He Realized He Wanted to Marry You

Yoosung

It was his friend’s fault. 

His university had a freshmen week where every student organization makes a booth to recruit new members. 

Unfortunately, Yoosung’s organization wasn't permitted to have a mini petting zoo. In exchange, they had to dress up as animals and host a number of carnival games.

You decided to pay him a visit. He really didn’t want you to see him in a puppy onesie with ear headbands, so he told you to come during lunch. Someone will take over by that time, so you two could eat and walk around. 

His friends, however, had different plans.

They texted you to come around 11 so you could get the Yoosung-in-a-puppy onesie experience. 

The moment you saw him, you laughed. His flushed expression only added fuel to the fire.

He’ll have to get revenge on his friends later on.

“You're enjoying this way too much,” he said in feigned anger.

You smiled at him as the two of you walked in the courtyard. “Of course, I am. We should buy matching ones.”

He wasn’t opposed to that at all.

“Excuse me,” a student stopped the both of you, “Yoosung and MC, right?” The two of you nodded. Before you could ask what he wanted, your right hand and Yoosung’s left hand were cuffed together. “You’re late for your wedding.”

He was a member of the literature club, the organization with a marriage booth. You could pay to get married, or someone will pay to have you marry someone.

His friends did the latter. 

Yoosung was breaking out in cold sweat on the way to the booth. Although you two have been dating for nearly 2 years, you told each other you’d have that conversation only after graduation. I mean, he was still relying on his parents for his tuition, he didn’t even have his own money yet. And you, well, you had your own family circumstance to clean up before you could consider a future.

It was all messy. You two were still young and you barely had anything to your name. 

More than that, you two haven’t really been talking all that much because you’re both in busy periods of your life. 

What were his friends thinking? This is going to be bad. What if… what if you start thinking about it? What if you get scared and tell him to cool off for a bit?

The “priest” looked at them with eyes filled with mischief. The rule was, they would ask pre-planned questions from his friends about each other. If they get the answer wrong they must pay a fine. 

“Silence!” the “priest” yelled to his friends cheering in the back. “First question, to the bride, what’s a bad habit of his?”

She chuckled. “He, uh, he sometimes forgets to eat because he’s too busy studying or playing. Strangely though, when I’m around he never forgets to feed me.”

The crowd cheered. “Correct. To the bride, where was your first kiss?”

That question was easy. “At a party,” he answered. She wore a red dress. It was the first time he saw her in real life. Stunning. He didn’t think anyone could be that pretty.

The crowd cheered even louder. 

“This is the last set of questions. To the bride, what’s his full name?

“This is my boyfriend… well, I suppose in this case, my fiance, Yoosung Kim.”

The crowd went wild and she laughed at their reactions.

“To the groom, what’s her full name?”

Again, it was easy. He spoke her full name and had an inkling to change her surname. 

The “priest” told them to face one another “MC, do you pledge to help him to develop his heart and mind, cultivating compassion, generosity, ethics, patience, enthusiasm, concentration, and wisdom as you age and undergo the various ups and downs of life and to transform them into the path of love, compassion, joy, and equanimity?”

“I do,” she answered him with a note of amusement, as she had no other choice but to say so.

“And do you, Yoosung, do you pledge to help her to develop her heart and mind, cultivating compassion, generosity, ethics, patience, enthusiasm, concentration, and wisdom as you age and undergo the various ups and downs of life and to transform them into the path of love, compassion, joy, and equanimity?”

“I do,” he answered, because no other answer came to him. 

“In the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Usually I’d give you the option to kiss each other on the cheek, forehead or have an eskimo kiss but I think the crowd wants a real kiss. Who wants a real kiss?”

The crowd cheered and the two of you obliged. 

Right then, Yoosung decided his first paycheck was for an engagement ring.

[multifandomthoughts]

Requested by @evermorewest

“C’mon Tala, let’s go to the shops in Etheria center!” You shout, grasping your friend’s hand and practically dragging her. Your friend Tala, had been visiting from Eternia. Being a whole planet’s distance away, you had to indulge her in the beauty and infrastructure of the land. The perfect thing to do, was to show her the downtown area, the shops and the parks you had!

Everyone around you was so happy that you were spending time with friends; the horde lair could be so oppressive and dark. It really suffocates all the positivity out of you. As you move from a fountain with water sparkling in the sun to a stall selling food that smelled incredibly appetizing, all the pleasing stimuli was almost overwhelming, not to mention the joy of having Tala with you to share in the experiences.

When Tala arrived it was just like you two had never been apart, you were cracking jokes, giving hugs and just genuinely enjoying each other’s presence. However, when it came to your girlfriend catra, things seemed to sour very quickly. “It’s only a week” you’d tell her. “You’ll have me all to yourself for the next year.

But being told that she has to spend even that long without your company had her annoyed and pouting. Each day that went by, the more fun you had with Tala, and the more reclusive and jealous Catra became. You weren’t sure how much longer you could handle her being passive aggressive.

Catra’s last straw came when you arrived home with Tala, cackling and passing bits of hot dog to each other. Doing stuff and laughing together was one thing, feeding each other was another. Your lips were indirectly touching each other’s, and that’s one step too far.

Yanking your arm, Catra drags you away as you try to say goodbye to your friend. Tala, understandably confused, takes her leave, exiting the door and promising to message you later. “How could you possibly do this to me?” Catra growls, her grip on your arm tightening. “I-I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” Gasping, you’re genuinely confused. Had you done something to make her upset?

“All that time you spent with your friend….you were just looking to replace me, weren’t you?” A lightbulb goes off in your head. She’s jealous. She’s never had real friends, nor a real relationship, so anything different may be seen as a threat to her.

“Catra, honey…..light of my life, I would never ever do anything to replace you….Tala has been my best friend for years, and while I’m close to her, I’m even closer to you….you see, there are things that friends do, and people in relationships do. While they intersect sometimes, there is one thing that tends to only be done by people in relationships….”

“And that is?” Catra says, a twinge of malice and bite on her tongue. And before she can say or do anything else, you attack her lips with a passionate kiss, one that leaves your partner gasping for breath, but wholly reciprocating. Once you break off from the kiss, you have but one last thing to say. “Catra…I will always love you and only you…and with these next few actions, I’ll prove it to you.”

With a gentle and fleeting touch, you run your hands over her breasts, the only thing keeping you from them is fabric. Catra lets out a soft whine and soon a devilish smile crawls across her face. “If you want to touch them so much, you could’ve just asked!” Catra teases, pulling her top over her head.

Burying your face in her chest as you leave kisses and nips, you mumble. “This night is about you….it’s about how important to me you are as a person, and how important to me you are as a partner.” Giving you a kiss on the top of your head, Catra walks with you to your shared bedroom, an ear to ear grin on her face. “You aren’t saying much…is something the matter?” You state, your tone serious but gentle.

“No, not at all…..you’re making me feel like a princess….no—a goddess and I couldn’t ask for anything better….” Her tone is saccharine sweet, and for the first time you think it’s genuine rather than sarcastic.

With those words, you come off her chest, grip her hips, and lift her in the air. “Hey, what are you doing? Stop it!” You giggle, ignoring her plea for a second before plopping her gently on the bed and getting on top of her. “I can’t wait to make you scream….” You tease before attacking her with another round of kisses, this time sucking on her lip and swirling your tongue in her mouth interchangeably.

Your hands aren’t idle either as they wander her entire body, gripping breasts and ass as they move. Her hands are just as active, running up and down your back and shredding your top. She really can’t hold back when you two get like this… but you love that about her too.

You shrug, and figure that right now is the best time to disrobe each other. You gently begin to unbutton her slacks. Catching what you’re doing, she collaborates, tearing the last part of your shirt before using her claws to unclasp your bra. The bra falls directly on her face, and you can’t help but laugh as she howls, trying to move her facial muscles to get it off. Getting sick and tired of dealing with the buttons and zippers, you decide to yank both her pants and underwear off in one fell swoop.

Catra lets out a soft gasp as the cold air hits her body, and you decide to remedy that by warming her up with your hands. Her breasts, her legs,her soft and easily pettable stomach, all up and down her arms, and saving the best for last, the sensitive place she’s instinctively trying to hide by squeezing her legs together. You put a reassuring hand on one knee and she spreads them for you so you can stroke her lips that have started to become wet.

You go for that gentle bundle of nerves, and within one touch, she begins to squirm. It’s clear that she loves it, her breathing has become heavy, and a smile has crawled upon her face. “Touch me more….show me how much I mean to you….” She gasps out, her claws ripping and tearing the sheets.

As you continue to touch her with one hand, the other begins to caress the other parts of her body. Her ass, her chest, her hands….delicate skin meets a gentle hand as the touch elicits moans from your girlfriend. As you continue to rub her clit, you can feel her squirm underneath you. You’ve never noticed it before, but you enjoy this feeling of power you’re exerting over her. Maybe next time you should suggest being the one in charge.

What usually is a back and forth between the two of you, has turned into her completely submitting. “If you keep doing that, I swear next time I’m going to break you…” Catra says in between ragged breaths. “Is that a challenge?” You retort, speeding up your finger, and switching directions.

All she can do is nod and look away. She doesn’t want you to see how much the speed increase has affected her. The coil inside her is closer and closer to snapping the more you touch her. Eventually she can’t take it anymore, and without warning, she lets out a cry that the entire neighborhood can hear.

You let her scream with pleasure for a few seconds then lean in to quiet her down a bit with another kiss. The two of you make out for a while, though not nearly as long as you would have liked, before Catra suddenly pushes you away from her lips and holds you under your arms. “That was a good start to your apology… but now I wanna play.”

The next thing you know, she’s turned you over onto your back and Catra’s looming over you like a hungry predator. “You ready? I said I was going to break you, and I will…..” A fresh blush lights up your face and you eagerly nod.

“Do your worst.”

[kingkatsuki]

Hellloooo my love! Your game is the cutest and I would like to join <3

I’m getting married to Sero nd I think my dream wedding location is in the back of a fairy cottage in the middle of the woods— a babbling brook would be near by and so would a meadow😪✨👼🏻

I feel like Sero would propose to you in the same location that you’d get married at? Because it would make it that much more special for the both of you, and it would attach even more memories to the beautiful meadow. There’s a quaint cottage that he rents from a wonderful old couple that he helped as a Pro, more of a holiday home but it’s perfect for the two of you. Taking a picnic out into the dewy fields as he lays a blanket beneath a large oak tree, sitting you down beside him as you feed each other fruit and steal kisses. He’s made a flask of your absolute favourite tea as he pours a mug out for you both. Just enjoying the peacefulness together before he lays back on the blanket and let’s you rest your head on his chest. Pulling the loose ring from his pocket as he holds it up to you, telling you there’s no one he’d rather spend the rest of his life with as he pushes you for an answer. Just the serenity of it all as you can enjoy the moment without any interruptions.

You know Sero would have his shoes and socks off in an instant as he rolls his trousers up on his calves. Stepping into the stream of the babbling brook as he holds a hand out to you in your flowy fairy gown, the biggest smile on his face like “you comin’?” And suddenly you’re kicking your shoes off and your dress is now bunched above your knees as you’re taking his hand and stepping into the cold water beside him. Pulling you against his chest as he holds onto the bottom of your dress for you to make sure it stays dry as he pulls you into a messy kiss, something he couldn’t do in front of your friends and family at the ceremony. The two of you dancing in the water as it flows around your ankles, laughter and joy on your faces as your friends come to try and find where you both disappeared to and see you playing around in the water🥹

[micaluvssoccer]

Spanish love - Lelia story

Micaella`s pov:

I start cooking food and dessert for our nightly sleepovers at my adoptive older sister's house. Once I get to Alba`s apartment, I knock on the door and Alba helps me get everything inside her apartment. When we get everything inside, Alba gets a sniff of the food and giggles softly. “Mica you are just like mami with the cooking. Thanks for making food for us.” I smile and give her a hug and kiss on her cheek. We grab the plates for us and cups for drinks. I got a text from Alexia saying that she was on her way with nala and then she mentioned that Ona and Claudia misses me. I reply that I miss them too and that I can`t wait to see her either.

While we are waiting for our sister and nala, We talk while listening to music and i tell her that while i was cooking my manager was saying that he will call me later on today. After that I hear someone at the door and I open it to see Alexia and Nala. I hug my other older sister and kiss her cheek then I pick up nala and she licks my face giving me love. Once that is done we go into the kitchen to eat and I feed nala her food that alexia brought with her. After that we start eating and enjoying each other's company.

After that I start cleaning up the kitchen while they sit on the couch in the living room. While i'm cleaning up, i notice my manager calling me so i answer it. He says “hey micaella i have some good news and bad news, the bad news is that Levante doesn't want to re-sign you the rest of this season, the good news is that Barcelona sees how hard you are working and really wants to sign you to their team. Should I give you some time to decide or is that look on your face an answer? I respond with yes and tell them i will sign with them, he then tells me that they want me to go in tomorrow to sign the contract and I nod and say this is amazing thank you and he responds of course.

After our phone call, I gasp and cry with tears of joy and my sisters hear and run in the kitchen. Alba looks at me in pure panic while alexia looks at me with a smile because she knew her team would sign me and offer a contract. Alba panics and holds on to me to comfort me and asks me what's going on. My manager just called me and said that Alexia`s team wants to sign me. We both look at Alexia, noticing how she's so quiet. I ask “You knew didn't you Alexia?” She smiles and nods. We had a meeting yesterday with the captains and they all chose you.

I giggle at my sisters and hug them both tightly and then we celebrate with some reggaeton. Alexia asks “are you going to tell Claudia and Ona or wait till you see them tomorrow?” I smirk and say “I’m waiting till tomorrow to surprise them”. They laugh at me and kiss my forehead. Alexia giggles “So is there anything going on with Ona and you or are you just friends?” “ There's nothing going on with us, you two” I blush softly and look at them. Alba looks really excited knowing that I have something with Ona and Alexia looks a little skeptical about it. Then we talk the rest of the night and fall asleep cuddling.

The next morning I wake up from sleeping and I make us all breakfast so alba can come with us to our training. Once I finish making breakfast, I get dressed and wake up my sisters by jumping on them. They giggle and hold on to me and tell me that my phone was ringing. I grab it and I see that Claudia is calling me. Claudia says what's going on with you and Ona, like i know she's Spanish but the way you two are it's like you're in a relationship with her. I blush softly "Would it be so bad if we were like Ona is really amazing and so sweet and really gorgeous.” My sisters smirks at me and wiggle their eyebrows at me. Claudia smirks " are your sisters teasing you now". Yeah thanks to you querida i say while rolling my eyes and i finish cleaning up while i talk to Claudia about Ona. After that we get ready to go for training.

[bluesdrool]

First fanfiction Im ever posting.

This Fanfiction is my second one but this is the first one that I and taking seriously. Hopefully someone reads it and gives me feed back on it. But this is what I have so far.

I’ll write the first few paragraphs to get people interested:

She didn’t think that the day would come, that she could actually be face to face with her crush for so many years. But she has to find the courage to really be face to face with them and talk to him. For now she keeps her distance and hangs around her friend group to distract herself. But she can’t help herself from glancing at him every so often, and catch him glancing right back at her. She keeps thinking of how they were able to be at the same event. She knows so much about him and annoys her friends from how often you talk about him. How is it he went to this one event and not the others that he was previously invited to? What made this event worth coming to? Yes, the event was to celebrate someone’s achievement but why come here? Someone must have talked him into coming, maybe his daughter. Or even maybe his girlfriend, but she is not there. And that was odd he was infatuated with her, he was her second ‘zing’. Soooo why was she not here with him. 

She walks off to find his daughter, Mavis. Seeing her next to her husband, Johnny, they look to be enjoying their time away from their son for a few hours. Walking up to them, hearing them laughing, thinking of what to ask her. “Hey, Mavis, is it ok if we have a little chat?” She say respectfully. “Oh sure. What is it that you want to talk about?” Mavis says handing Johnny her unfinished drink. As you two walk away to be a bit more secluded, she thinks in her head of a way on how to ask why her father is alone. Yes, you know it’s a weird kind of question. Don’t want to make it obvious that her father is the main thing that lives inside of her head. And yes we know he is way older than you but come on have you seen him. He is not his sad loner self he was before his new girlfriend, he was still attractive then too, but he has more muscle now, a new demeanor, a new aura.(IF YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU SHOULD AGREE @infestedcake) He has gotten way more popular from this.

“I just wanted to talk about how you are doing. We haven't talked for a long time.” She says a bit nervous. Marvis raises her eyebrow at you, she looks ahead thinking of what to say back to you. “Honestly I am fine. Johnny makes parenting so much easier. And I like being a mother, my son brings more joy into my life. But I have a feeling that this is not the topic that you are really interested in. Tell me what’s really on your mind.” Mavis says in a concerned manner. You sigh and just decide to just ask her. “Where is Erika? I thought she and Dracula do just about everything together? And what made Dracula come to this event? Is he okay?” Eris asked her questions so quickly that she is not sure that Mavis was able to hear her correctly. She abruptly stops Eris both from walking any further and she turns towards her. She looks a bit sad and focused, turning her head towards her father, they both see him mingling but not really enjoying himself. But to all the people surrounding him they were able to be fooled by the fake smile he was putting up. ‘Did something happen to Erika? Why is he alone and sad again?’  Mavis turns back to you and begins to speak. “After my father and Erika got together, he was all everyone talked about. He became really popular as you know. He didn’t like the popularity he was getting. He is still a bit old school, but Erika was able to help him use the popularity for better things like making more hotels and expanding their businesses together. As you can see he started to work out more and become more social with others. But recently Erika and him have been drifting, and I know he is hurting. I don’t know what happened between them, but whatever it is, it’s not good. I know he was going to propose to her but that is not going to happen with the way they are acting towards each other.” As she says this Eris’ heart feels like it’s sinking, knowing that he is not happy again and might seclude himself again does not feel right to her. “But why did he come here if he is not feeling like himself? Do you think you might know what happened between them or have you seen anything? Sorry I have so many questions, it just seems weird that he is alone in a setting we both know does not describe him to be in.” She takes a deep breath and glances at Dracula again. He is walking toward the both of you. Turning around quickly to try to collect herself and calm her mind. 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kK7gRg5ZNNZrsD9VCYXnxqYWYLGE9myThbzNmYlHfpw/edit?usp=sharing

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

The man replied to Candace happily, "we've been doing great! Since the sand storms and the monsters stopped appearing every now and then, everything seems to be going smoothly for us." He then took a bite of his food while his wife added, "Thanks to our beloved Archon~. She is such a lovely and caring one!" Her voice was covered with joy.

Saad went to join in saying, "yes~! My foxes friends started to visit more and more lately! I and some other kids enjoy having them around!". Lily's eyes had stars into them when she heard that, "Are they the same three mama named~?" She asked with excitement in her voice. "Yes!" The boy replied with a happy nod.

"Do you hear that~, mama~? They are here~! Vini~, Roro~ and Lala~!" The girl said, looking at her mother, who smiled so warmly at her, "yes~, sweetie~. When we're done~, we shall go and play with them~" Rosa said to her child, placing a gentle hand on her back.

Vincent felt warmth in his chest as he watched before feeding Rosa another spoon of her plate, which she obediently took with a shy smile at him. Lily 6 her parents together again was one dream coming true.

The host couple felt happy about their friends, and they both exchanged a sweet smile of victory for Rosa having her prayers finally fulfilled. Saad was unaware of the adult world and just simply asked Ruby, "So Ruby, what did you see in Sumeru so far? I can show you around the village if you and Lily are going to stay the night~!" He suggested with a sweet smile.

"Good~! And we can also get some Redcrest for him and big brothers~!" Lily added, which confused the human boy, "Wait.. your big brothers?" He asked with silly blinks. The mother was also confused about what's going on.

The girl chuckled and nodded her head before pointing her finger at the twin looking brothers, "These two are my big brothers~! Mr. Nigredo~, who is an amazing gardener~! And Mr. Albedo~, who is the chief alchemist of the Knight of Favonius~! They are both amazing~! One is an artist like papa~! And the other is far more knowl-edge-able.." she looked at her mother for confirmation about the spelling, which Rosa nodded her head with a proud smile.

"Um.. yeah! More knowl-edge-able about any kind of flower or plant~! And he is on his quest to collect all kinds of flowers in the world~!" She finished while sounding too proud of them. The boy's jaw kinda went open upon knowing the identity of his guests, "Wow~! That's cool~!" He said, clapping his hands together, "I never thought I would be meeting a real knight!" He commented with a bright smile at the two men together.

Rosa was still confused, thinking quietly to herself 'how..? Did she wanted to leave us forever..?' Although she didn't say a word, Vincent did understand what's going on in her mind through that troubled look on her face and leaned to whisper to her, "you know how she likes to call any new old friend. Relax, she longs to have you back by our side." Those words calmed her and returned the colors to her face.

“I got to see some sumpter beasts in Gandharva Ville.” Rubedo said. “And I got to see a dusk bird in the city. The animals here in Sumeru are so much different than Mondstadt! All we have back home is squirrels and snow foxes and itty bitty birdies. I’m excited to see what the desert has!”

The alchemist brothers both looked a bit bashful as Lily talked them both up. While Nigredo looked more confident and outwardly happy at the praise, Albedo timidly averted his eyes.

“Well, well~” Nigredo teased his little brother. “Looks like you’ve got a new fan, Al~”