#he's doing so well! he has a great smile! I'm half expecting him to become an assholeonce he's rejected in the 2nd half 😂😅

[dramarants]

the whiplash of seeing the scum of earth chaebol rapist from military prosecutor doberman as the warm, smitten, devoted second lead in the forbidden marriage

[arachine]

*slides a big fat twenty your way* uh how about a part two of that non traditional family dynamics with gojo

dinner and a disaster . . .

synopsis :: when your oldest daughter is at that age where boys are starting to become the focal point of her universe, you bring out the big guns — which in this case, unfortunately happens to be her father (who is not exactly the best when it comes to disciplining his little girls).

or, in other words, you and gojo play good cop bad cop.

genre :: fluff

contents :: co-parent!gojo, mentions of alcohol, heavy dialogue, time skip (the girls are 14 and 12 respectively), gojo is in distress !!!!

note :: link to part 1 + link to part 3

it's 10 pm when you text gojo about the latest happenings going on in your household.

it's also 10:01 pm when you answer his incoming face time call.

he's wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, laying down on his bed with a pillow under his chin and a hand propped up to support his head—he's comfortable, to say the least, and 100% tuned in to hear about whatever it is that you just texted him.

"is this what you've been doing all day?" you query with a laugh. there's a brief look of confusion etched onto his face before he picks up on what you were implying. rolling his eyes, he scoffs.

"it was my day off," he pouts, "can't a man relax in his fuzzy blanket?"

you squint teasingly at the screen, then nod slowly before mouthing an 'uh-huh'.

"i didn't call you to get berated about my choice of blanket!"

"okay, okay! i'm sorry," you grab a napkin from your nightstand, waving it like a white flag of surrender. "such a baby..."

"says the one who could never take...you know what, i won't finish that."

"smart man," you smile. "i want to be mad at you sometimes but it's almost kinda impressive how easily you can change the atmosphere...i mean, wow! it's record-breaking, truly."

"ha...ha. alright. i overstepped my bounds, i get it. can we just...can we just get back to our daughter? i'm starting to regret calling you on my day off—which, by the way, was going so great."

"great, love that we're on the same page," you give him a thumbs up through the screen. before you can get into the nitty-gritty of the situation, you take a brief pause to prepare yourself for the dramatics about to ensue—because if you know anything about gojo satoru, you know he's definitely one for the dramatics.

"when i tell you this...i want you to stay calm, keep a level head, and most importantly, i want you not to scream," you say, opening your mouth again to emphasize the last part, "and it's important that you especially won't scream, okay?"

gojo mulls it over before committing, "i don't know...it depends on what you're gonna tell m-"

"just—just promise, gojo," you interrupt, clearly agitated.

"alright, i promise."

"okay, so there's a boy..."

you're mid-sentence when gojo's eye starts to twitch.

"and she's expressed to me that she wants to go on a date with him." when you finish, you're half expecting him to yell, and half expecting him to end the call. but he doesn't.

in fact, he's so still, you're almost convinced he's frozen, but then he begins to smile. slow at first, and then all at once. it's creepy, you think, something straight out of a horror film.

"i know this was a lot of information to process, are you...okay?"

"pfttt, what? of course, why wouldn't i be?"

"well, you look scary. maybe i shouldn't have told yo-"

"SHE WANTS TO WHAT?"

and there it is. gojo satoru, king of dramatics.

"my little girl, my baby, my princess. she's only 10!-"

"she's 14."

"same thing, how could you let this happen?!"

"what happened to not yelling?! you promised!"

"oh be serious, i made a vow to you 14 years ago and look where we are now," he whisper-yells, trying (and failing) to contain his voice.

"dammit, you're right...well, at least we're on the same page! we both don't want this date to happen." when you take another glance at the screen, gojo's no longer laying down on his bed, but up and pacing around his room like a mad man.

you watch him for awhile, and when he doesn't seem to be coming back any time you soon, you call his name, "satoru."

"what?!" he turns to the phone. glaring at him, you wait for him to check his tone. "sorry, what?"

"i was thinking tomorrow you could come over for dinner? it'd give us a chance to talk to her about it...so that it's not just me telling her no."

"so, what i'm hearing is that you want her to hate me too?"

"no, i'm saying i want us to be a team. so, can you come over tomorrow? can you do that?" you ask, raising a brow.

"yeah, i'll be there."

at the same time the oven alarm goes off, gojo arrives. you can see his car pull into the drive way from where you are in the kitchen, and you mentally curse yourself for not getting ready sooner.

"fuck, uh okay," you throw your oven mitts, "hon, can you get the door for your dad? i need to go upstairs and get changed."

the youngest gets up from her place on the couch, "sure, wait...dad's staying for dinner? what's the occasion?"

you're halfway up the stairs before you stop, "enough questions, please. just open the door, thank youuuu."

ambling from the living room to the foyer, she opens the front door. gojo smiles, and immediately lifts her up into a bone-crushing hug that only a dad could give.

"hey bug, missed you," he squeezes her, much to her behest.

"ugh, dadddd, put me down," she drawls, pawing at his chest. gojo frowns and puts her down, putting a hand over his heart as if he were shot.

"you used to love that, you know."

"yeah, when i was like five."

"are you not?" he teases, but she's not amused. he nudges her arm annoyingly until she begins to smile. "there we go, punk. now can i have a real hug? you're hurting my feelings."

like a true pre-teen, she rolls her eyes and reluctantly trudges over to him, then opens her arms up for a hug. at this stage, you've noticed that hugs are okay, but only when it's on their own terms—and you especially can't initiate them when their friends are around (you learned that the hard way).

when they pull away, gojo takes his shoes off and wanders through the house. "where's the other brat at?"

"upstairs."

gojo nods, "uh-huh...where's your mom at?"

"right here." gojo hears you before he sees you, and then he lifts his head up to see you at the top of the stairs standing behind the banister. before you make your way downstairs, you waltz over to your daughter's room and knock on the door.

"hey, dinner's ready. come on downstairs. somebody's here to see you." as you begin turning around, the door flies open and out comes your moody teenage daughter.

"who is it?" she queries, following behind you like a duckling.

from where he stands at the bottom of the staircase, gojo raises a hand and waves.

"hey, scrub."

"dad? what are you doing here?" your oldest questions, but still goes in for a hug.

"your mom invited me over for dinner, that cool with you?"

she nods, then turns to her sister. they exchange a knowing look that, if translated, would be: something's definitely up. they wait for you and gojo to head to the kitchen before having a quick debrief.

"you definitely did something," the youngest side eyes.

"wha-why would you think i did something? you're the one failing a class," she rebuttals.

"ok well...this isn't about me! they only get together when one of us does something. don't you see? they're teaming up...this is an intervention."

the oldest pinches the space between her brows, "i can see why you're failing english now, because the way you just jumped to conclusions like that is actually insane."

dinner goes by without a hitch. for majority of it, you spend the time talking about work, school (which seems like a sensitive subject because the youngest wouldn't look either of you in the eye), and the plot of this hbo show with adult kids who're trying to take over their father's company.

gojo brings it up, of course, and jokingly says that the show was written with him in mind. he asks the girls if they'll fight over who'll inherit the company when he dies, and it turns into a i'm the better daughter debate.

when it gets a little too rowdy, you have to remind them that this is all hypothetical and that their father is a menace who likes to cause chaos whenever possible. gojo pouts and says you're no fun, but quickly fixes his face when he sees your pointed glare.

"come help me with the dishes," you say, and then disappear into the kitchen.

the two of you fall back into old habits. you wash the dishes, he dries and sets them on the rack. it feels like it did in the beginning, only this time, he'll be leaving when the two of you set out to do what you originally intended.

"dinner was nice," he says after about 10 minutes of comfortable silence. he doesn't look up, doesn't even make a joke about your cooking (which, you were totally expecting him to do). instead, he just continues drying the plate you handed to him.

"you know, you're welcomed to come again. you don't always have to be away in that apartment all by yourself," you start, choosing your words carefully, gently. "the girls like eating with their dad."

"i like eating with them too. i guess i'll start coming by more often then."

you almost miss it but there's a smile on his face, and it's genuine. instead of pointing it out, you savor the moment.

your reasoning for his coming here was to talk to your daughter, but it was also to get him out of the apartment. see, you were sneaky like him too, and what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. to you, this was just hitting two birds with one stone.

when you finish up, the two of you discuss the plan over for what seems like the 100th time.

"so, we're gonna go in there and be cool about it, okay? we won't hound her. we're just gonna tell her like it is, and then let her down gently. got it?"

"got it."

"after you," gojo extends his arm.

"wha-ugh, fine."

as you lead the way, gojo has to keep a hand on your back to keep you from turning back around. so far, you've attempted to retreat five times—you're two feet away from the kitchen entrance.

"will you just go?" there's irritation laced in his tone.

"okay, just stop pushing me."

"no promises, keep walking."

you sigh, but heed his request. with a hand still on your back, he guides you all the way to the living room. the girls are watching tv but quickly avert their focus when they notice you standing next to the couch with a freakish smile plastered on your face. gojo whispers in your ear to be cool and you immediately gather your wits.

"mom...your face...dad what's wrong with her face she's scaring me," the youngest pauses the tv.

"sweetie, will you go upstairs for a minute? your dad and i have to talk to your sister."

seeming to be catching on, she gets up from the couch and says a 'told you' to her sister before running upstairs. you and gojo share a look.

"what's up?" she asks, still weirded out.

"you see, well...we've been talking and..." you start, "your father has something he wants to tell you!"

gojo snaps his head towards you, gasping in the same motion. "hey, what the hell happened to being cool?"

"no promises, remember?"

"oh, you litt-"

"dad."

"sorry, uh, shit. i wasn't prepared for this. this wasn't the plan," he begins, "so, i heard there's a boy...and...you're at that age where boys are cute..."

she looks at the two of you in abhor and groans. gojo pauses briefly, but you encourage him to continue.

"and i've come to understand that you're interested in one and want to go on a date?"

"yeah."

"oh...okay well, i—we just don't think that's a good idea. you're 14, in school, and honey, you're so young...you have your whole life to be interested in boys."

"wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

"your mom and i talked about it and-"

"mom said she was fine with it."

gojo smiles in shock and then blinks, once, twice, three times.

"we'll be back," he announces, pulling you by the arm to the kitchen.

when you get to the kitchen, he releases your arm and pinches the skin between his brows. it takes all of about five seconds before he erupts.

"'we're a team, satoru', 'we're in this together', bullshit! you wanted me to be the bad cop, didn't you?"

"not initial-"

"didn't you!"

"okay, sorry! i may have...gave in when she asked, but i figured you'd be able to tell her no!"

"why would you think that!? she's my little girl!"

"she's my little girl too!"

gojo walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a glass. "i can't right now, i need a drink. what do you have?"

opening another cabinet, you pull out a bottle of pink whitney. gojo sucks his teeth. it was such a girl drink, but it was all you had so beggars couldn't be choosers. shrugging, he raises his glass for you to pour the drink into.

grabbing another glass, you sit down and join him.

"we've been had, huh?"

"how is that?"

"because we both can't say no to her."

gojo raises his glass to his lips and swallows it all down in a few gulps.

your daughter goes on a date the following week, and gojo starts looking into trackers.

© arachine 2023

[writingoddess1125]

The Sunset Pirates pt. 1

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"Hey I wanted to say something-" Vivian said calmly, the doubt of Alucares words eating into her, Dee raising a brow and nodding in wanting to hear her out. "Shoot-"

• The new shamble crew had been at sea for a few months and truthfully getting along quite well.

• While Vivian still seemed to dislike Alucare the two were civil with each other- Vivian mostly becoming good friends with the twins, especially Dee who had turned into a great friend for her.

• Bee and Alucare had become overnight friends it seemed- Alucare was calm and collected while Bee was a wreck yet the two of them seemed to mix well.

• The crew had fallen into their rolls it seemed as well- Dee acted as a Captian and Navigator, Vivian the Gunner, Alucare the Sword and Bee who was the Explosive expert and General Blacksmith.

• Was it odd? Of course! However they all seemed to work well together and got along great

•For the most part-

"Huh- I never noticed till now" Alucare mumbled as he looked to Vivian who glared at him-

"What?" She snapped, the dark haired teen rolling his eyes-

"You're the only girl here-" He said with a shrug, Taking another bite from his breakfast still half asleep as he ate. Vivian raising an eyebrow at him saying this-

"It's just weird- we need another on the crew to help balance it and make sure it's not weird... No two" He grumbled sipping the burnt coffee as he dozed off.

While Alucare was talking about number of crew mates needing for the ship to not be run weird so two addional people were needed and genuinely didn't mean anything by his words forgetting about them 5 minutes later; Vivians mind was running on overdrive. Was it weird? She was on a crew with 3 guys and the only female- What if they thought their relationship was more then she thought?- What if they expected something from her?

These thoughts circled her mind as anxiety build in her chest the rest of that morning- Even when she went to hang out with Dee.

"Are you okay?.." Dee asked, the two seated next to each other.

A bit hesitantly she rubbed the back of her neck "You do realize we are friends right?.. I don't like you in a romantic way and want to misinterpret our friendship as romantic in anyway" She said as calmly as possible. Dee making a slight choking noise in surprise before chuckling softly.

"Couple of things wrong with that sentence- me being friends with you doesn't constitute me having a crush on you, my brother liking you doesn't mean I have to like you- we are twins but still separate people and lastly you aren't my type-" Dee said calmly and with smile.

Vivian blinked in surprise at several parts of that. First that Bee liked her- second was the utter take down of the illusion she had for him and last was the 'Type'.

Dee nodded at seeing her confusion and gestured to his head the side, Vivian following the motion to Alucare to the left training on the decks....

Wait..

.... Ding Ding Ding! 🏳️‍🌈

"You like guys?" Vivian said in shock and Dee nodded calmly at this. Watching the red head flush in embrassment "I-I am so sorry I didn't know- You never said anything"

"Why does that need to be something I promote? My private interest doesn't need to be involved with what I do as a pirate" He pointed out.

•"...Holy shit I'm a asshole I'm so sorry-" Vivian admitted with a heavy sigh. Dee smiled at this and patted her shoulder.

"It's kinda something that has to be learned since so many people have many different ways of promoting their Sexuality. So it's fine, I can understand the confusion and its forgiven" He reassured, always willing to forgive especially since he was sure she was mentally beating herself up anyway.

"Yeah... I shouldn't have assumed- I'm defiently going to punch Alucare after this.." Vi said with an embarrassed sigh. Dee raised a brow at Vivians words, The red head explaining that Alucare had brought some level of worry of her being the only girl on the ship-

Dee rolling his eyes "Give him one for me too... By the way you dont have to worry about me or Bee, Me for odvious reasons and Bee wont cause he respects women too much and would never stoop so low- It may not seem like it but he is a huge Mamas boy and wouldnt do anything to disappoint our mother or our father in such a way"

Bonus:

"Hey Luffy! Look at this!" Usopp called out, smiling as he rushed to Luffy who was on the deck eating away at some breakfast.

The rest of the crew who had been out and about on the desk. Being the crew of an Emperor of the Sea and King of the pirates had been amazing, the flush of food laid before them all as they all chatted and joked.

They all paused at Usopp running to them with the newspaper and new bounties- Laying them all on the table. Luffy pausing mid bite as he saw Vivian, a grin stretching over his cheeks as he proudly looked at her bounty.

The rest of the crew reading the paper of how they bested the Vice-Admiral Beckman and got away from the Marine Vessel.

"That kid must be related to Mihawk- Look at his eyes.. Gold Gaze" Zoro hummed as he stared at a younger copy of his mentors face in the paper, Others agreeing at this.

"Woah! Is that the Twins that Buggy had?" Sanji said as he remembered the two little squirts from before- Nami nodding in agreement and gushing at remembering how adorable they were then and how cute they are now.

"Who would have thought it would go full circle?" Jinbe muttered, having heard the stories of their parents having sailed together. Two of which were Emperors of the sea and the other a Legend of the sword- Now their child in a crew together.

"Welp!- Sounds like we have to head to the East Blue!" Luffy proclaimed as he jumped up. The crew looking at him confused-

"What for?" Franky asked, Seeing Luffy grin at them all.

"Drop off a Gift- Just like a promised" He said with a smile.

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Gojo Satoru Dating Head cannons

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡

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✧in the mornings, Gojo holds you close to his chest because he doesn't want to get up yet. he'll beg and beg for just 5 more minutes!! which becomes another 45 minutes laying in bed together

✧he usually does this when he has to go to work, so you have to pull him out of bed. he'll really appreciate it if you keep him company while he gets ready

✧Gojo can't cook anything fancy. the best he can do is quick meals like heating up macaroni in the microwave or something simple. This is because whenever he eats he usually goes to fancy restaurants or just eats out.

✧he rarely uses his own house before dating you. he's usually out and about on trips and missions and never had any motivation to go to his house

✧he would love eating your cooking. it'd be delicious to him. eating something you made for breakfast would be a great way to start his day

✧when Gojo does manage to leave the house and goes to work he's texting you during boring meetings and sending many pictures of the stuff he sees. whether its something that reminds him of you or just to keep you posted, he's blowing up your phone

✧expect to get a photo of Megumi with a hand over his face and blood creeping down from his head with a caption that says 'Helping out my students when they're in danger I'm amazing right?? :))'

✧oh yeah he definitely gets you souvenirs!! snacks, decoration for the living room, a charm from him to you, etc.

✧you never feel unloved or forgotten by him

✧not to mention, when he is around his co-workers and students they know about you. because he talks about you. all the time. he doesn't realize it but he finds a way to bring you up in the conversation at least once

✧you have your own little room in his mind<3

✧when he gets back from work he would love to go on a date with you

✧Gojo likes going on dates that require going out into the city. he just likes being able to stretch his legs and explore with you by his side

✧Gojo loves PDA!! he'll hold your hand, have you sit on his lap, and lean down to give your shoulder a kiss

✧he doesn't care what other people think. only you two exist in his bubble more than half the time so why should he care what a bunch of nobodys think

✧he especially enjoys fancy dinner dates because he gets to see you in these gorgeous dresses that show off your hips and chest and that nice smooth back of yours-

✧hes eye fucking you at dinner dates I'm sorry.

✧he would even buy dresses for the dates because he wants you to dress up for him

✧hes doesn't get jealous if people are eyeing you. he trusts you and is confident in his place in your heart. and he knows for a fact all those guys can't love you as well as he can, they're not even worth his time and energy

✧ it's just that he is possessive.

✧ you wear a promise ring on your finger. you have a necklace that has a heart locket and when you open it it has his initials on the inside. and not to mention all the hickeys that he gives you in places that everyone will see

✧he'll do dumb things to impress you or make you laugh because he loves seeing your smile and having you praise him :((

✧when you two are relaxing at home after going out together, he'll rest his head on your thighs while he slowly talks about things running around in his brain that may be bothering him

✧and I can not stress enough that when Gojo vents to you, make sure you give him actual feedback and things. he needs to be reassured and wants your opinion, so please be equally communicative with him

✧communication in general is really important to Gojo. if something is going on then talk to him about it, he will listen and help you. it doesn't bother him at all, he wants to know what's going on in your head

✧before going to sleep he likes laying with you in bed while you read a book and play with his hair. he likes talking with you about the day before you fall asleep as well.

✧he never ever forgets to say 'I love you' before falling asleep. I imagine him giving your neck a kiss and saying he loves you before falling asleep

✧and yes. Gojo is the big spoon. but he'll absolutely melt if you rub his knuckles with your hands when they're wrapped around you

✧Gojo secretly wants to be babied. like yes, he takes care of everything for you both. but do little things for him like giving him a hug from behind, playing with his hair, or just holding his hand. he'll feel happy with that

✧he will never say it upfront that he wants to be babied. so you have to just do it without him asking

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[Baki Masterlist]

Yandere! Kaiou Retsu x Artist! Reader

You open the door to the Shinshinkai Dojo and greet some of the men in the hall with a nod.

"You're here earlier than usual." One of them comments as you pass by.

"Yeah, the last lecture was cancelled and I had no other plans", you respond with a smile.

"You know it's getting serious when your free time is turned into training time. That's how it was for me!" the man lets out a hearty laugh.

"No way, I'm not made for this." You wave your hand in dismissal. "I'm just going with the flow and seeing where that takes me."

You go on your way, ruminating over the brief exchange. It's been a few months since you began taking karate lessons at the Dojo. You still remember Katsumi's perplexed expression as you stood before him, handing over the sign up papers.

"A-are you sure? The sparring can get quite rough and you're... well... uh..."

"You advertise it as perfect for self defense. Who needs it more, the buff pal over there or this short college student that can't even sketch in the park without being harassed by perverts?"

You slap the papers on the table with a loud thud. The man blushes slightly, realizing the irony.

"I apologize. You're entirely right." He scans over the form. "Evening classes. That's when I teach, actually! Looking forward to seeing you, then."

After the first few weeks of mostly standard workout in order to build stamina, you started learning the basics. Katsumi was greatly surprised and equally impressed by your unexpected skill. Turns out you weren't half bad at this! And so he suggested you show up more often, because he wanted to see how your newly discovered talent would develop in time.

As thankful as you are for his support, you find the whole ordeal rather funny. You don't have any intention of becoming some professional fighter. You're an artist and plan to remain one for the indefinite future. The little karate hobby serves as your dose of healthy activity and as the occasional inspiration, since you particularly enjoy recreating the human body and its intricacies on paper or in clay.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Katsumi spots you and gestures for you to come over. Your nostalgic daydreaming has been interrupted. "Remember when I said that it helps to expand your knowledge? I have just the person for that." He places a hand on your back and guides you further into one of the main rooms.

"Here she is, Retsu-san. You might not believe it at first, neither did I, but I guarantee you she has a lot of potential."

You bow slightly to the stranger in front of you and he silently returns the gesture. He seems mildly awkward about the encounter.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I follow. What is this about?" you ask, somewhat confused. The deep stare of the long haired man intimidates you, so you avoid it by throwing quick glances at Katsumi instead.

"Would you be interested in learning Chinese Kenpo? This is Kaiou Retsu. He'll be joining us at the Dojo for a while. I thought you could use some variety."

"Shouldn't you be asking him if he's willing to teach rookies like me?" you wonder if this poor man had his services offered against his will.

"It is my great pleasure to spread the knowledge of this ancient art. I only ask that you treat it with respect and don't take it lightly." Retsu straightens his back and looks ahead, in no particular direction.

Ah, how embarrassing. He can't even look at her properly. He wishes he could drag Katsumi out in the hallway and whack some common sense into him. The least he could've done was to let him know who to expect.

Obviously he's seen women before. He's been out of the temple for a long time now. So why is he acting so strange all of a sudden? Katsumi was very secretive about his new favorite student and refused to give him any details besides "you won't regret it". He anticipated anything but this. He's especially baffled at his own reaction meeting (Y/N).

All he can do now is to pray that he isn't so obvious in just how flustered this woman has gotten him. He wonders if Katsumi went through the same nervousness when he first met you. He secretly peeks at the young man and notices how relaxed he seems to be next to you. Yeah, perhaps he just needs a little time. Then he can treat you with the same confidence, too.

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"What matters the most here is actually the placement of the foot. If it's slightly tilted the wrong way, you lose all support and everything else falls apart. A good kick needs an equally good grounding."

Retsu is in his comfort zone. For a mere moment, he can forget his audience and focus on his technique. This is what he does best. Still concentrated, he unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, as this is how he usually fights.

"Find the weak point depending on your opponent's stance, and quickly make your move before they've got it figured out."

He demonstrates the attack, followed by a few skillful jumps as he returns to his initial spot. He checks to see if you've been following his instructions, a prideful smile plastered on his face. Your eyes are wide, mouth slightly open in shameless marvel. His smile immediately vanishes and is replaced by an embarrassed frown. Why are you looking at him like that? It's one of the most basic moves he can think of.

You suddenly clap your hands together and lower your head in a begging posture. The way his body bends and folds in such a fluid, continuous way, the way his muscles contract rhythmically in a calculated vigor... This man is not only a master of martial arts, but your newly found muse.

"Please excuse my rudeness, but I really can't think of a better way to put it. Might I be allowed to sketch you during your training? I really wish I could capture your artistry."

You shyly glance up, worried you may have angered the Chinese man. He's covering his face with one hand and you tense up, unsure of how to proceed. Should you apologize? Then you manage to discern the deep blush that's taken over his face.

He must calm down at once. He's inhaling deeply, attempting to regulate his breathing. He can feel the vibration of his heart slamming into his chest at great speed. Truly, how happy your words made him. And this brings him to the abrupt realization that he will never be like Katsumi around you.

It's been a little under a month since he's met you, and the slightest interaction coming from you makes his whole composure collapse into shambles. All the feelings and thoughts are now avalanching over, burying him and making him unable to let a single word out. It could very well be that he's in love with you, but it's a frightful, rabid adoration that trickles out of his grasp, as if it could escape from his control at any moment. It's a terrifying discovery for someone that so values their discipline.

"If it's too troublesome, you can forget about it. I got too excited. To be honest, I've been using you as a reference for some time now, but it felt wrong not to tell you about it."

You crouch down to your backpack and hesitantly pull out a notebook with pages sticking out. You peel open the covers and spread some of the papers onto the ground, for a better view.

Retsu squats down with you and gazes over the detailed pencil works, partly distracted. He'd appreciate your anatomical accuracy if it wasn't for his presently feverish state. He places your hands between his and analyzes them. What a difference. Dainty, fragile and yet powerful enough to win Katsumi's respect. Nonetheless of insignificant size compared to his large, calloused and weathered palms. To think that you've been watching him the same way he's been watching you all this time. Perhaps for somewhat different reasons. How would you react if you knew? What would you think of someone like him?

"Umm..." you swallow dryly as you attempt to break the silence. You can almost hear a faint ringing in your ears.

What if you were to reject his confession? It wouldn't be the first time he's faced defeat. Retsu is however unsure if he'd be willing to accept it this time. He looks at you with newly found resolve. No matter what, he'll do what it takes to become a man worthy of your love. If only he could remain your inspiration forever.

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Can I request a oneshot with Leshy from Cult of the Lamb and this child follower who just follows him eVeRyWhErE, and after getting mad at the child he's just like, 'yo heket I have a kid' and he's unbelievably chill about it after that and eventually just brings the kid with him instead of the child stalking him. (And platonically because I'm not that kind of weird--)

If you don't write for platonics or just don't want to write this please ignore-- have a wonderful timezone!

Awe this is such a cute idea!! Also for the child follower y/n I decided to make Lamb their parent (I'll leave the other parent up to interpretation).

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"Lesh!"

"Augh!! Lamb's little brat...how dare you stand in my way?! I could have tripped over you and spilled all these beetroots!"

"Sorry. I thought you'd wanna play tag..."

"Tag? No, thank you. I feel as though I'd be at a great disadvantage. Why don't you go find somebody else to play with? Perhaps someone who still has their sight."

"Okaaaay!"

"Good. Now away with you." Shooing you off, Leshy heard your hoof-steps running away from him. As he put the vegetables into the farming station's chest, he growled in irritation upon hearing Lamb's annoying bleating, as well as your own as you greeted them.

If only he could roll his nonexistent eyes...

For the Red Crown's vessel to marry their most devoted follower was one thing...but to have a child with them, too??

That's something he didn't expect when he first arrived into the cult. It probably wouldn't have bothered him so much if you weren't half-sheep and chose to annoy him in particular.

He's not sure how much time had passed between your birth and Lamb "saving" him and his siblings from purgatory...but you've grown into quite the irritable spawn.

You only proved his point when you returned a few minutes later, and he slammed the chest closed, making you stop in your tracks.

"The clopping of your hooves gives me a headache sometimes..what is it now?"

"Lammy asked me to ask you if um...you could lead the harvest ritual this evening?" You smiled up at him, oblivious to his attitude and snappy words.

".....they couldn't just ask me themselves??!" He groaned. "Fine. Tell them I will begin it at sundown. And I'm not waiting for everyone. If they're late, oh well."

"Will do! Thank you, Lesh!!"

The green bushworm huffed and tried going back to his work, only to become startled when you rammed into him, hugging his torso tightly. It made him tense up as he hissed angrily at you. "Don't touch!!!"

You let him go, confused. "Why?"

"Because....!!!" Leshy paused, having remembered that Lamb was likely close by, watching him. So he took a moment to think of another excuse. "...because..you may get ichor in your wool. We bishops haven't fully healed yet..so you may get sick."

"Ohhhhh, I see it. Sorry, Lesh! I'll be more careful next time!"

Nodding, he heard you leave to tell your parent what he said, and he was convinced you were officially gone for good this time.

Then his ears picked up the sound of a wheezy chuckle.

"I hear you, sister..."

"Brother...is...warming up....to them.." Heket teased as she approached her younger brother, nudging his elbow playfully.

"As if! I only put on the act because Lamb's around." He scoffed, shaking his head. "They won't hesitate to make me relive my death again if I do anything to upset their little spawn.."

"Hm..good...luck. I'm...hungry...bye...." The red frog decided to leave him alone and head to the kitchen station.

And for a while, Leshy was able to finish his tasks at the farm without any disturbances. But just as he brushed the dirt off his hands and was ready to eat, too, he overheard Lamb talking with a random follower who hollered their name from across the base.

They spoke of having trouble confessing to someone they liked...so they wanted their leader to get flowers from his realm as a "gift" for this crush of theirs.

He thought it was outrageous.

'Does nobody here want to lift a finger anymore?! Or maybe..they're just too scared to enter my realm...so it must be doing well even without me to rule it. But if Lamb's going there, then.....no...would they..?'

It suddenly dawned on Leshy, and he scratched his bandages, finally remembering something that has been weighing heavily on his mind:

A relic.

Specifically a piece of him that was lost to the woods.

He remembers commanding the worms to hide it for him so none of his devotees tried to seize its power for themselves.

For as long as he's been in Lamb's cult, he learned they were an excellent scavenger--willing to retrieve bundles of silk or crystals for their more artsy followers, and even mushrooms for those who were "curious" about them.

They've reunited friends and siblings...even the ones who killed their entire species.

Surely, he could ask them about it.

It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

After the follower left, Leshy walked over to you and Lamb, ignoring your greeting of excitement when he arrived, as well as him making no effort to stop you from playing with his tail. It just swished around, and you kept jumping over it like some rope.

"Lamb. Just so we're clear..this is not a favor, I do not need your charity." He warned.

"...okay? What is it?" They tilted their head, closing their doctrine book.

"Well...when dear brother Narinder struck us in his fury, my eyes were torn from the socket. One was salvaged, and hidden in the tangled Darkwood. I despair at the thought of it being uncovered by some simple-minded beast..."

He took a pause, before sighing. "You have navigated my realm once before, do so again and recover my eye. Perhaps we can...make an arrangement."

As expected, Lamb was adamant. "Why should I find something that your "dear brother" took? Why don't you ask him since it's his fault? Or maybe you can go find it yourself?"

"You know I can't. If he goes, he'll lie and claim it's gone forever. If I go, all of Darkwood will be out for my head!" He huffed. "I thought it was your duty to cater to your followers' needs. You've never sent one back into the maw of Silk Cradle to find their lost brother, even though it's their fault for-"

"That's different, Leshy. You don't get to group yourself with them just yet." They warned, scowling at him. "They don't know these realms like you do. They have good hearts, led astray by your hubris and corruption. You were a rotten bishop who ruined their lives..ruined my life...and on that note, you've shown my child nothing but disrespect since the moment you arrived."

At the mention of you, you stopped playing around and frowned. "Lammy-"

"Disrespect?! They've been following me nonstop and disrupting my work!!" He exploded. "But of course you'll never believe me because they're such a "perfect little angel" in your eyes-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH, WRETCHED WORM!!!"

Suddenly, Leshy felt his throat tightening up as his feet were lifted off the ground. And he coughed, clasping his hands around his neck as he realized what was happening to him:

Lamb was strangling him.

And there's no way for him to fight the invisible force that kept crushing his windpipe. He could only gag and beg for mercy, becoming panicked quickly as the ichor dripped down his face faster.

Why did this feel more agonizing than the sharp blades that sliced and diced into him dozens of times?

"Never forget the god who usurped you and granted vermin like you the blessing of redemption.." The sheep snarled, eyes glowing red with rage, sharp teeth bared as they watched the bushworm writhe. "Speak illy of my child again, and I will-"

"Lammy, stop it!! You're hurting him!"

They felt a tug on their cloak and looked at you, having forgotten that you've been standing there the entire time. A look of horror flashed in their eyes as they quickly set Leshy down, allowing him to catch his breath.

"Oh no..I...forgive me, my dear." Embracing you, they gave you a tiny smile after their demonic features disappeared. "I-I didn't mean to make you see that, but...you must understand why I did it, right? He was being very rude and unkind to-"

"He didn't mean it." You pouted, although you did hug them back. "Will you find his eye?"

Leshy glanced up in bewilderment.

Did he hear you correctly?

Lamb was just as stunned that you were taking his side, blinking. "But [y/n]-"

"No! You have to find it, Lammy! He's only grouchy because he doesn't have his missing eye." Your gaze went to the bushworm. "I bet if you find it for him, he'll feel better!"

"...I suppose you're right about that." They sighed in defeat, standing up and turning to him. "You are fortunate that my child has such a forgiving heart, so...I will search for your eye when I have the time. But remember that I'm doing this for them, not for you."

Leshy just nodded in understanding, awkwardly scratching his bandages as he heard hoof steps walking away from him. Yet he was too afraid of moving from his kneeling position.

"It's okay. It's just me, Lesh."

Feeling your smaller hands take his own, his shoulders relaxed a little as you brushed some of the ichor off his face with a cloth you found. "Don't cry, it's okay now."

"I-I..had it coming." He finally found his voice, still shaken up over the altercation. "It's my fault. I was the one acting more childish than you..and I owe you an apology for-"

"No, Lammy should be sorry." You frowned and hugged him. "I don't like it when they do that. You're right..they should help everyone here. Even you."

This time he didn't push you away and instead wrapped his arms around you, feeling the wool on top of your head and the nubs that would soon sprout into horns.

Lamb was right.

He felt blessed to have your forgiveness...or else he surely would have met a grim demise.

Maybe you weren't as annoying as he previously thought.

"..thank you, [y/n], for standing by me. Will you...let me know when your parent returns with my eye?" He hesitated to ask.

Yet you immediately answered with enthusiasm.

"Of course!"

..........

"Sister! My child's green thumb continues to flourish!"

"....you....have...child...?"

"Over there!"

"...Lamb's....spawn-?"

"No, no! That is [y/n]!" Leshy huffed, shaking his head as he heard you rapidly approaching. Then he crouched down with a smile, keeping his arms open so you could rush into them. "How are you today?"

"Great, Lesh!!" You giggled as he picked you up, although he sensed that you put something on his head. "It's a camelia crown. The most beautiful ones I could find! I feel sad you can't see it, though..."

"That is alright, little one. I still remember their colors and radiance.." His claws reached up to gently brush the petals, humming with nostalgia. "Its fragrance remains constant..so I know it's always here with me. Thank you."

Looking at Heket, you giggled again as you saw that her extra pair of eyes were now open, wide with disbelief at her brother's sudden change of heart. "Hek-Hek! I didn't know you had four eyes!"

"...what did...you do...to...brother?" She squinted in suspicion.

"Well, umm..I-" You stammered, trying to explain yourself.

"They insisted that Lamb recovered my eye." Leshy was quick to explain, setting you down on the ground. "At first they refused and got irrationally angry with me for "insulting" their child. But [y/n] spoke up in my defense and...their "Lammy" listened and retrieved it this morning. Looks like it was in one of Chemach's lairs, but I let them keep it."

"Huh.....why..?"

"It's more useful to them as a relic. It's not like I can reattach my own eye and see out of it again, but I find peace knowing it's here."

"...good...point..." Heket paused, before touching her own throat and thinking for a few moments. "Would...Lamb....find....it for..me...?"

"A throat sac? Hmm..you can certainly try, sister."

Nodding in understanding, she turned and walked away, eager to ask Lamb if they were willing to recover what she had lost within Anura.

Once she was gone, you tapped Leshy on the arm. "Can you help me get the fertilizer for the plants? It's....kinda icky and really smelly."

He smiled as well, patting the top of your head. "Of course, little one. You can leave all the "icky" work to me."

And with that, you both set off to the farming plot, with him not being bothered by your presence anymore.

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I wish I could

Chapter 6

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

CW: angst, fluff, teasing in a sexual way but with words only, slighty possessive Neteyam, mentions of breeding kink. Nothing much, actually 😅

Not proofread and a shorter chapter this time. Sorry guys, I'm half asleep 😴 But I had inspiration for fluff and a bit of teasing all of a sudden so here it is. Hope u guys like it 💕

Chapter 5

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Ao'ite had just told the Sullys about the fact that you are now Neteyam's mate and is pregnant, after walking for a while through the rainforest to get to their home.

Neytiri wasted no time and started to say:

"We know about it. Jake told me. I would expect something like that from Lo'ak, I never thought Neteyam could be this impulsive but anyway... We are happy to know we are gonna be grandparents." She smiled slightly but was still shaken by all the surprise bombs that have been thrown in her lap since not many hours ago

Neteyam smiled wide, brows together, a heavy breath leaving his catlike nose. He couldn't believe the news he was hearing from Ao'ite. "Thank you, Great Mother! You're too good for us, Ma Eywa." He thought

Neteyam walked to get close to his parents that were in front of Ao'ite

"Excuse me, Ma Ao'ite. When can I see (y/n)? I would love to go see her. I actually need to. I'm the father. It's my responsibility." the Omatikaya boy said, hoping he still sounded respectful towards his mother-in-law but it was hard to still think about formalities when he was dying to see his pregnant mate. Damn. (y/n) was carrying his baby, he thought. He didn't even know what to feel, it was euphoria mixed with nervousness and excitement.

"Calm down, my son. You will see her soon. We just need to talk a bit more about it all with Ao'ite and she will take you to her home" Jake said as Neytiri looked at him

"Actually, you can go without me, kid." Said the mature na'vi woman

"Are you sure?" Neteyam asked, heart racing inside his ribcage

"Yes. You know well how to get there. If it's okay with the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk" She looked at Jake and Neytiri "I would like you to take care of your mate from now on. To be always there for her. I know you will do it, it's our culture, but she is human. You know she needs you more than a na'vi girl would. She has a weak body..." Ao'ite looked sad and worried, eyes gazing into nothingness for a second

"Our son is reliable, I can promise you that, with Eywa as my witness. He will help (y/n) with anything she needs. He will build a house for themselves and sleep by her side every night so he can have more time with her in the morning too, before training, to help with the morning sickness. I'm sorry he can't have more time with her but I know you understand the importance of training to become the next clan leader." The Olo'eyktan said

"Of course." Ao'ite said "Thank you for your support." She smiled

"We're only doing the bare minimum, Ao'ite." Neytiri said "Any good type of living being is sacred to Eywa and this baby has na'vi blood too, so, it makes this life even more important." Neytiri said "And we love your daughter as if she was ours." the Tsahìk smiled

Kiri was entering the house carrying flowers in her hands when she said

"What baby?"

"(y/n) is carrying Neteyam's baby. It's a long story." Neytiri said, looking at her daughter

"What?!" Kiri dropped the flowers on the floor "H-how did this happen? She never even told me she liked him or anything! What's going on?" The poor girl was shook to her bones

"Not now, babygirl. Can you leave us for a moment, please?" Jake asked of Kiri

She opened her mouth but gave up on talking, rolled her eyes and left her parents' home.

"I'm sorry but I'm leaving now." Neteyam said

Jake looked at him "It's okay, son. (y/n) must be in a hurry to talk to you as much as you are to talk to her. Go."

"Thank you, dad." The na'vi young male walked out the door as fast as he could without running but when he got some good meters away from his home he did start to run. He was desperate to see his mate. What if she needed him right now to help her with some pregnancy symptom? He knew this pregnancy would be a risky one. It made his heart hurt but he was still so happy she was expecting his child.

There were way too many contradictory feelings swimming inside his body at that moment.

When he finally got to his destination, he saw you lying down in your mat. You were sleeping, tiredness in your pretty face. He smiled and walked slowly to get close to his mate, trying to not make noise that could startle you and wake you up.

When he was close enough to you, Neteyam sat on the floor and gave a chaste kiss to your forehead.

You moved lazily and slowly opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was Neteyam's face, his blue skin calling your attention as it was just so enchanting to look at.

"Teyam." You smiled with eyes still slightly closed

"Hey, beautiful." The Omatikaya was smiling at you, his eyes sparkling "How is our baby?" Tears filled his big amber eyes

You felt your heart start to beat as fast as ilus could swim.

"Our baby is alright. I can't say the same about myself thought" you laughed a bit "I never felt more tired in my life."

Neteyam was worried but tried to conceal it and only give off a positive vibe to you. He wanted to be your rock through this special time of your lives.

"What about if I lay behind you and we cuddle? Would it make my girl feel better?" He asked with affection, smiling, showing no teeth

"Yes!" You said happily

Neteyam quickly lifted the sheets that were covering you and laid behind your body. He tuck you in (he knew humans were so much more sensitive to wind and lower temperatures than the na'vi) and held you. If he wanted to protect you from any harm before, that need was even bigger now that you were carrying his child inside your womb. He fought his instincts to not let that thought give him a boner. Now was not the time. You needed to rest and he was at Ao'ite's house, for Eywa's sake.

Neteyam kissed your cheek and cooed "You don't know how happy I am, my yawne."

"You are, Teyam?"

"Of course, my sweetheart. Did you forget what I told you in the forest? I've always wanted to get you pregnant. I'm a freaking pervert." He laughed, making you roll your eyes "But for real, it's not just about you being pregnant with my child turning me on. You were born to be a mother. Tuk loves you. All babies I ever saw you take care of would fall asleep so fast in your arms. I'm honoured to be the father of your baby."

Hearing Neteyam call himself the father of your baby made you feel a knot in the lowest part of your stomach. You still couldn't believe you were going to grow big with his child inside of you. That was so... so hot.

"I love you so much, my baby. You're only mine. Say you're mine, please." Neteyam spoke next to your ear

"I'm only yours, my yawnetu."

"Yes, you are, my princess. You are my mate and you're carrying my baby in your womb. Does that make you feel good?" The big Omatikaya boy held you tighter, his fingers rubbing your still small belly. He couldn't control himself. If he couldn't have sex with you at that moment, he had to at least tease you a bit. It was too much.

"You know it does." You said, out of breath

Neteyam touched your arm and gently moved you so you could face him. He looked deep into your eyes and went for a kiss. His sweet warm lips touched yours, making you feel your body strength slowly go away. He made you feel like surrendering completely to him. Neteyam kept his lips glued to yours for a while, his saliva wetting your mouth. After a few seconds, you both heard a lip smacking sound as his mouth parted from yours. He cupped your face with his hand, looking you in the eyes and then gave you one last kiss before hugging you from behind again.

"I will take care of you, my mate. I won't let anything happen to you or our little baby. I know Eywa will take care of the both of you too. Bless us, Ma Eywa." He finished the sentence with a prayer

"I love you, my Teyam." You breathed

"I love you forever." Neteyam spoke and then kissed your cheek three times "Now go back to sleep, my baby. You need to rest. I'm here. I'm done with my training for today. I can be with you until the eclipse. I wish I could sleep by your side today but I can't. But I promise I will start building our home tomorrow. I'll ask Lo'ak to help me. I know he won't say "no". That way we can have our home faster and I can sleep with you and our baby every night, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you for being... for being you. You're gonna be the best father. You already take care of Lo'ak, Tuk and Kiri so well." You chuckled and closed your eyes, leaning into his embrace

Neteyam laughed a bit, rolling his eyes. He was immensely happy, even if he was still scared for your health and the baby's health. But he knew one thing. He would live and die for that child. And he hadn't even met the little being yet. He couldn't wait to meet his son or daughter, though.

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[softshuji]

Feat. Ran Haitani

Your relationship with Ran was anything but simple. You're convinced that you're the only one who can understand him and the only one who can know him in the way you're loathe to admit he knows you.

It makes more sense than you're happy to admit, that Ran can read you as easily as you do him, and that the secrets and shames you try so hard to hide are as easily peeled away as his are to you. And they are, though he'd never admit it. Ran likes to pretend that the great pains he takes to constantly be his best, somehow hide the other pains he leaves unsaid. The tired eyes, the constant bouts of sudden sleepiness that he knows have everything to do with the effort it takes to don the mask every day that hides more than just a face. And he loves Rindou, he does and it's because of that that he'll never admit the lengths he's gone to, shielding Rindou from the same sights he's had to see.

It's pathetic to admit he's just as human as everyone else, the Ran Haitani, conqueror and King in one, the Ran that everyone needs, that shields and bares the teeth of every enemy so they don't have to, perhaps hides in bed, where the exhaustion seeps through his skin into the same sheets he'll toss and turn in while sleep eludes him.

'You okay Ran?' you say, because the half-empty decanter doesn't delude you and the ashtray and powders and creams that hide the weighted shadows under his eyes are tricks that you're quite accustomed to already.

'Yeah, yeah no fine, why? Are you okay?' he says and runs a hand over his handsome face, stretching languidly in the chair as if it means nothing to find you here, his mirror and partner in all things, as if you can't reach out and touch his heart with a look.

'This isn't about me, I'm asking about you. You're quiet.'

'Am I now? And that means something is wrong?'

And you give him a knowing look because you get it, and a lifetime of doing the same has taught you enough. So you reach out a hand and touch at his cheek lightly and the tension under his skin as he stiffens is almost palpable, the muscle tightening in his jaw as he stares at you with wide eyes, suspicion and mistrust and it aches to see what you know too well reflected in the viridescence of his pupils.

You tut under your breath. 'I'm not dumb Ran. You don't have to do that y'know, not with me.'

He tilts his head and the action has your hand slipping from his cheek, as if shrugging you off and he knows it hurts, the refusal to be human with you, the frigid machinery of his feelings that not even you can break as often as you'd like. You get it. You recognise the unwillingness to feel a little too well.

'Do what exactly? I'm fine, just busy.' And he pretends to stretch and light a cigarette, breaking your stare. He's never liked how honest your expressions are, how see-through he becomes with you around, and it feels foreign, wrong, uncomfortable to let himself be seen in any way that he has not carefully curated for use.

You care too much, he cares too much and here the two of you are, the both of you aware of how much you've created and built, how desperate you are to let each other in and the fear that comes with that. You think of Rindou, and how protected he has been, how wide he smiles when he is alone, the preserved innocence of his feelings that Ran has suffered to keep, the centre of his world in all things. They've both seen a little too much, but you think Ran has borne the weight of it the most, because aniki has always been there, as Rindou expects.

So you reach behind him and wrap your arms around the broadened swell of his shoulders, a hand in his hair and the other on the flat of his chest. tight enough to press him into you, as if you can devour the weight of his pain, like you've no doubt he'd do for you if you asked. Because Ran Haitani cares too much and he's a little too much like you for comfort and yet what a comfort it is, to be seen so easily, to have the mask ripped away and be pathetically and terrifyingly human.

He swallows, the muscles in his neck, shoulders, the angry and tumultuous patter of his heart thundering against his ribs. It's awkward, it always has been, real human connection, the mortifying ordeal of being read so easily, of not shrugging off what he isn't ready to accept.

'What are you doing?'

'This is called a hug, you've definitely had one before.'

'Well yes but why? I don't need one, I told you I-'

'Yeah, yeah, I heard you.' And you hold a little tighter for the both of you, because you know he needs it and will never ask, because he won't take it even if it's offered, because he thinks he needs no one and nothing, and that he's indestructible and you know it has to be coaxed from him like this.

And maybe it doesn't fix anything, you know it doesn't, it's hardly a change. Ran is a stubborn man. But he sinks a little into you, a fraction even, still rigid enough but softer, warm and eliciting a soft sigh against your shoulder.

It is not perfect, but it is enough. He is enough.

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Family Principles

Day 3 for the Eight Nights of Mulder: celebration and my prompt for the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge: family Christmas with separate beds

Summary: They're spending Christmas at Mrs. Scully's house and Mulder is in for a surprise. (AU, fluffy fluff, William is there; wc: 715)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

She should pinch herself, just to make sure she isn't dreaming. In many ways, this Christmas feels like a fantasy. One she had many, many years ago. But it's real, all of it.

Over there, surrounded by a few of her mother's neighbors, stands Mulder. He's grinning from ear to ear, quickly becoming the star of the party. At least as long as their son is napping.

William is without a doubt the not-so-secret superstar of this holiday get-together. With his dimples and his charming smile, he wraps everyone around his little finger. Including her grinchy brother, who tried his damnest not to be swayed. He lasted all of five seconds before he, too, oohed and awwed at his nephew.

"I saw you staring at me." Mulder's voice is a soft murmur as he puts his arms around her, holding her close. She must have been so lost in thought that she didn't even notice him walk over to her. "Do I have something on my face?" He nuzzles her neck, making her giggle.

"You do," she says, swatting at his hand. They may have been a couple for a while, but here, in front of everyone and her family, their public display of affection is new and she doesn't yet know how she feels about it. "You're grinning."

"I'm happy," he says simply. "Your mother throws great parties."

"She invited you every year," Scully reminds him. The first few times she asked him she wondered whether it was because of Christmas. But he never celebrated Hanukkah either. A fact they're planning to change next year so that William can learn about the festival, too.

"I'm a late bloomer." His lips graze the shell of her ear and she shivers. "Do you think anyone would notice if we snuck away?"

"They might." Though she's not sure she cares. "William will wake up soon, though."

"I can be patient," he promises, kissing her cheek. "We have all night."

"If you're prepared to sneak around." Mulder's confused pout makes her smile. She hasn't had time to speak to him about the sleeping arrangements yet. And he's not going to like what she has to say.

"My mom decided to put us in separate bedrooms." Mulder stares at her as if expecting her to admit she's making a joke. "She said, and I quote, she can't let us share a bedroom in good consciousness." Her mother loves Mulder, and she dotes on her youngest grandchild, but she's a woman with principles. One of which is no shared rooms and beds when unmarried.

"Is it because of what I said earlier?" When her mother and Father McCue talked about baptizing William, Scully intervened, saying they weren't sure yet what to do, with Mulder being half Jewish. And his skepticism towards organized religion, but she kept that tidbit to herself. Both her mother and Father McCue had looked surprised and then Mulder decided to call William a religious remix, which caused a few more shocked gasps from both of them.

"Surprisingly not," Scully says. "It's because we're not married."

"Well, I'm sure we can find someone here to change that. We have a priest, a rabbi, and a pastor. This could also be the beginning of a bad joke. This is a joke, right?" Scully shakes her head, and Mulder pouts fully.

"She knows we live together," Mulder says and she nods. "We have a child together." She nods again. "She knows that we- you know."

"Not in her house." He sighs loudly.

"What if I promise her to marry you as soon as possible? I'm gonna ask. You know what? I'm gonna use Willam to argue. He's my secret weapon." He kisses her mouth, his grin returning. He runs off like she's used to, but for once, she doesn't mind one bit.

She just watches as members of her family pat Mulder's back, or engage him in short conversations. Everyone loves him. And he basks in the attention. She knows one Christmas won't erase the years he suffered, where he was alone - sometimes by choice. But it's a beginning.

She knows that her mother won't change her mind about the sleeping arrangements, but she also knows that no matter what, they will find a way to be together tonight.

[exololyunho]

just a babysitter

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wc: 6.4k

in desperate need of easy cash, you get set up with a babysitting gig that pays well, in both money and the view of your new boss. an innocent crush takes a turn during a lonely night that changes the employer-employee dynamic

warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, making out, brief mention of hickies, age difference (8 years), diff Yunho, one child

taglist! @becky4733107-blog

an: im not dead and I'm trying to start posting but life's been crazy lately. also sorry if this is a little disjointed it was written in chunks and has been in my drafts since December

Your bank account balance was a grand total of $136.89. Thankfully, you lived in school housing, so rent wasn’t an issue, but groceries, sorority fees, and textbooks were.

You needed a job, bad. Your senior year classes took up almost the entire day except for Wednesdays and Fridays and therefore didn’t leave you with many options besides a shitty fast food restaurant nearby or, as your friend San had so eloquently put it, a gentlemen’s club. You had shot the fucker down, telling him so way in hell you would become a stripper. All respect to them, but you just didn’t have the coordination or the skill to become one.

 Nowhere else in town was hiring as quicker students than you had snatched up better positions so you were fucked.

San’s smarter friend, Yeosang had said he might actually have somewhere you could work where you were expected to keep your clothes on and you wouldn’t come home smelling like a fryer.

His great-great-great grandbig was looking for a babysitter for his daughter. That sounded promising. If he had been a brother of ATZ, San and Yeosang’s frat, he had to be a nice guy and probably a good boss. ATZ was known for being good guys around campus, men that everyone was comfortable around. They still held crazy fun parties, but they took care to make them safe. That meant no punch bowls, no one they didn’t know invited, no glass, and plenty of sealed water bottles for inebriated guests.

It was during one of their parties freshman year that you had met San and Yeosang. It had been your first college party and your first party after getting accepted into ATY, ATZ’s sister organization. The three of you became fast friends and you quickly became acquainted with their other brothers, too.

Yeosang had told you he’d get you in touch with his many times great grandbig. Within a day after he mentioned it, you got texts from one Jeong Yunho. After exchanging greetings and letting him know you were available from 3 pm on every day except Mondays, Yunho invited you over the next Thursday afternoon for a trial run. He had told you he mostly worked from home doing something business related that had sounded rich, but every Wednesday and Friday he had to go into the office.

That brought you to now, standing in front of the massive house in a fancy neighborhood. The front door was red and had a gold plated knocker. It looked menacing. The rest of the house was equally as intimidating. It was white with red accents and was two stories tall. The manicured lawn and perfectly sculpted bushes screamed ‘I pay someone to do this for me.’

You steadied yourself, smoothing out the loose black slacks you wore and making sure your olive green blouse was tucked in right before you raised your hand to knock. 

You didn’t get a chance, though, because the door swung inwards to reveal a little girl. Yunho had told you she was five, but she looked very tall for a five year old. Her black hair was in pigtails and she was wearing a purple dress. She peaked out at you shyly, half hidden behind the door.

You smiled, trying to be as friendly as possible. You squatted down the porch. “Hello, you must be Eunha.”

Her pigtails bounced as she nodded and stepped out from behind the door. She seemed hesitant but she walked much closer to you until you were nearly face to face. Her small hands balanced on your shoulders as she stared into your eyes. This was a little odd.

“Are you my mommy?”

Your jaw dropped open and you struggled to find an answer that wasn’t a shouted ‘no!’ Thankfully, you didn’t have to struggle long.

“Eunha! What did I say about opening the door for strangers?” A man appeared in the entryway. You hadn’t had a chance to take in the interior of the house and now you definitely weren’t. The man in front of you was tall, fit, and handsome. His black hair looked like it probably needed a trim, but it was framing his face messily in an extremely flattering way. And god his face. He was extremely handsome, but his features were soft and inviting even as he looked from you to his daughter in concern.

“She didn’t say anything weird, did she? She’s still figuring out boundaries with strangers,” the man, who you correctly assumed to be Jeong Yunho, picked the girl up.

“Um…” you didn’t really want to mention what she said. It would probably be awkward and you didn’t want to start off your trial run by asking Yunho about the girl's most likely absent mother.  

“Oh god she did,” he looked at the child in his arms. “What did you say, Eunie?”

The nickname was so sweet but you didn’t have time to swoon over such a handsome man with a little girl in his arms because the kid pointed at you.

“Mom?”

You cringed and looked away from them.

“God, I’m so sorry Y/n,” your name coming from his mouth gave you butterflies and a blush, which you hoped he took as you being somewhat embarrassed by this girl you just met calling you mom. “No Eunie, we’ve talked about this. This is Y/n, your new babysitter.”

“Oh,” the little menace looked like she was thinking. “But I like her, why can’t she be mommy?”

She liked you? You’d barely shared ten words and you’d met her about a minute ago. 

Yunho looked like he was thinking the same as he stared at his daughter before looking at you. “No, baby, she's here to be your friend while daddy has to work.”

Something was wrong with you. The way he called himself daddy made you hot in ways you should not be while there was a child between you two.

“Fine,” Eunha was pouting while Yunho shook his head. 

He set her down on the ground. “Go play, darling, I need to talk to Miss Y/n.”

The little girl darted off through one of the doorways in the entryway and you breathed a sigh of relief. He gestured for you to come in, removing your shoes while he shut the door behind you. With the two of you standing next to each other you finally realized how tall he was and how good he looked, even if he was half dressed for work in just slacks and a white button down.

“I am so sorry, Y/n,” he rubbed the back of his head. “She’s a weird kid. She scares off every babysitter by pulling some weird crap like this, so I totally understand if you want to back out.”

“As long as she doesn’t try to stab me, I think I’ll be ok, Mr. Jeong,” you’d dealt with far worse kids after babysitting in high school. Granted, none of them had called you mom before, but Eunha seemed unthreatening, even if she was odd.

“Just Yunho is ok. Mr. Jeong makes me feel old,” his ears were a bit red. 

“How old are you?” the question escaped before you could hold it in. “Sorry, that was inappropriate-” 

He was smiling down at you. “I’m barely 30. You?”

Cool, cool. Your hot boss was eight years older than you. “I’m 22.”

His smile dimmed a bit and he nodded before clearing his throat. “Well, I promise Eunha won’t hurt you, but she doesn’t hold her tongue very well. She has a tendency to say whatever comes to her mind but we’re working on her filter.”

Yunho started to lead you the way Eunha had run and you found yourself in a spacious living room. Eunha was lost in her own world, sitting in front of a fancy coffee table playing with some dolls.

“Oh,” Yunho’s hand caught your arm with his left hand before the two of you walked closer to the little girl. “If she calls you ‘mom’ again, please correct her.”

“Of course,” you didn’t really want the kid calling you mom anyways. Even if she was cute and her dad was hot, he was much older than you were and you were just her babysitter. Although…

You couldn’t help yourself, glancing down at his hand. No ring.

He nodded and thanked you. “I have to go into the office for a few hours. I know I said this was a trial run and I’d be home, but Yeosang said he trusted you and I trust him. If you have any problem, please don’t hesitate to call me and I’ll come straight home.”

“Of course,” you glanced at the girl behind you, still playing happily. You turned your attention to Yunho again and tried to ignore the heat of his hand soaking through the thin sleeve of your blouse. “I think we’ll be ok, but I have your number.”

“Great,” his smile was wide and warm, but he removed his hand to go finish getting ready upstairs, leaving you with the little girl in the living room.

You approached her and sat down on the other side of the table. Her pretty brown eyes, the same eyes her dad had, lifted to you quickly. Eunha was only five, but her gaze felt like she could see straight through you. Even so, her eyes were still friendly.

“Whatcha playing?” You asked, starting to roll up the sleeves of your blouse.

“Dolls,” she handed you one with long blonde hair. She clutched her own doll with brown hair tightly in one hand. “You can be Minsoo, I’ll be Miyeon. Minsoo stole Miyeon’s pet dinosaur.”

“Oh no,” Eunha nodded seriously at your comment.

“Minsoo won’t tell Miyeon where Mr. Dinosaur is but,” she put a finger to her lips and pointed to the couch parallel to where the two of you were sitting. There was a large stuffed spinosaurus wearing a red tie that was most likely Yunho’s perched on the middle cushion. “He’s over there, but play like you won’t tell.”

“Got it,” you mimed zipping your lips and throwing the key away. Eunha giggled and the two of you started playing. 

Yunho popped in a little while later, suit fully put together and hair gelled out of his face. He still looked insanely good, but you almost preferred the messy hair more casual look he had early.

With a kiss to Eunha’s head, he turned to you. “I probably won’t be too late, only a few hours.”

You assured him you got this and he was gone with a wave. You could only stare after him for a few minutes longer before Eunha started interrogating you with her doll again.

Yunho was in fact gone for much longer than a few hours. You’d been here since 3pm and it was now 9pm. He’d texted you frantically at 6 asking if you could stay a little longer since his meetings were running late. You didn’t have anywhere better to be so you agreed, telling him it was no problem. You’d cooked Eunha some dinosaur nuggets and had cleaned the kitchen while she ate.

 At 8:30, Eunha had started yawning. She informed you very matter of factly that it was her bedtime, so you helped her through her routine before settling her into bed with her stuffed spinosaurus tucked into her side, quickly falling asleep.

Thankfully, she hadn’t called you mom again.

Once she was out, you quickly ran to your car parked in front of the house to gather your textbooks and notes. If you were going to be here for a while, you might as well study.

It was about 10:15 when Yunho came tumbling through the door. His neatly gelled hair was messed up, like he’d spent the last few hours running his hands through it. His tie was also loosened and, to be honest, he looked exhausted.

“Yunho?” your voice caught his attention. You were sitting in front of the coffee table, much like how you had been when he left, but your notes and textbooks were spread in front of you.

“Y/n,” he walked into the living room. You could almost imagine the scene was domestic. If you weren’t a babysitter and almost a decade younger than him.

“I’m sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair again. “Meetings ran late and there was a bunch of last minute work for a new proposal.”

“It’s alright,” it really was. What else would you have done on a Thursday night? Drinking with San and Yeosang was the answer, but looking at Yunho was so much better than getting wasted with your friends, not that you’d ever tell them that, though.

“Still, I shouldn’t have just dumped Eunha on you for twice as long as I should have.”

“It’s really ok Yunho,” you rose from the floor to begin packing your study materials in your backpack. “She’s a really sweet girl.”

“She’s unique,” he responded with a laugh. “But I love her to death, she’s all I’ve got.”

You wanted so badly to ask about her mom, but that was most definitely not an appropriate question for your first day of work. And definitely not when Yunho looked like he was going to pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

“She is,” you couldn’t help but agree. “But I like her and if you’ll have me, I’d love to keep babysitting her.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah. She’s sweet,” you paused, your cheeks heating up. “And I need the money.”

“Oh of course the money,” Yunho reached for his pants pocket and began rifling through the brown leather wallet he pulled out. When Yunho tried to hand you almost $500, you backed away, hands in the air.

“There's no way six hours of childcare is worth $500,” he kept trying to give you the money, but you kept dodging him. It evolved into him chasing you around the room.

“I insist,” he had caught you by the waist and was holding your chest tight against his. With his free hand he grabbed yours and placed the money in your hand. 

You couldn’t help but look up at him in shock, from both the amount of money he gave you and the way you were pressed against him. Neither of you moved as he seemed to realize the situation you were in. It felt like hours passed with just the two of you staring into each other's eyes.

“I told you you were my mommy,” Eunha’s sleepy voice shattered whatever spell had been cast around you and Yunho jumped apart quickly, both of your cheeks flaming red.

You directed your attention to packing the rest of your things while Yunho tended to Eunha. He quickly scooped her up and out the living room to presumably put her to bed. It was extremely tempting to run out the front door before you had to face him again, but if you were going to be seeing him regularly, you had to act at least a little professional, so you waited by the front door for him to come downstairs.

After a few minutes, he returned, looking slightly more disheveled and exhausted. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you didn’t know if he was talking about holding you like that or Eunha calling you mom again. You were really hoping he was apologizing about the latter.

“It’s really ok,” you waved him off, eager to escape the now awkward atmosphere of the house.

“I really appreciate you coming over,” Yunho opened the door for you. “Eunha said she had a very fun day. She said she wants you to keep coming over.”

He followed you outside and the two of you walked to your car parked on the street.

“She’s really sweet. I’d love to keep babysitting her,” and you’d take any excuse to see Yunho. You did like Eunha, despite her odd tendencies.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

Your brows raised as you face Yunho, your back to the passenger side door of your car. He looked just as shocked by his own words.

“I- not like that. I have a work dinner and I promise I won’t be as late as tonight,” his hand was on the back of his neck and he looked sheepish. His movements left you with a great view of his bicep straining through his white shirt.

“Yeah I’m free most friday nights,” Yunho seemed to relax slightly as you ignored the implications of his statement.

“Ok, I wasn’t sure if you’d have a date with Yeosang or anything,” was that relief in his eyes?

“Yeosang? Date? Why would I have a date with Yeosang?” What on earth did Yeosang say to this man when he called him about the babysitting job?

“Oh my bad,” Yunho was back to looking embarrassed. “I heard he had a girlfriend then he called me about you and I just assumed… I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”

You stepped forward to put a hand on his arm. “Yeosang and I are good friends. He’s dating one of my sisters, not me.”

Yunho once again relaxed as your hand made contact with him. 

“Alright, good,” you didn’t have the time or will to find the meaning behind that. “I’ll let you head home, it’s late. I’ll text you tomorrow morning.”

“Alright,” you moved away from him to the driver's side. “Goodnight, Yunho.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

You spent the next three months babysitting for Yunho about three to four times a week. During the days you didn’t see him, you couldn’t get him out of your head. You often found yourself thinking about Eunha, too.

The kid hadn’t gotten any less weird the longer you knew her. One day she had made you pretend to be cats to hunt and kill her stuffed animals for food and another day she had you help her build a city of foam blocks populated with dolls and other random items she declared were citizens of Eunhatown, only for her to pretend to be god and destroy it. She liked to draw unflattering pictures of the random people who walked past the house and keep them in a binder under her bed. Eunha’s favorite pastime was playing dodgeball with her large collection of dinosaur plushies until she got bored of that and then asked you to play dead while she had the dinosaurs pretend to eat you. The girl was bizarre with slightly morbid interests, but she never did hurt you and listened to directions you gave her. And, thankfully, she hadn’t called you mom since she caught you and Yunho in the living room that first night.

Things with Yunho were getting more and more friendly as the two of you spent more and more time together. You’d often spend an hour or two talking with him after he put Eunha to bed on nights you had to stay late and you could almost consider yourself friends instead of just his daughter's babysitter.

Yunho had avoided physical contact with you after the first night and you weren’t sure if he was trying to be respectful or if he genuinely did not want to touch you. You really hoped it was the former, as you hadn’t been able to shake the stupid crush you’d had on him since you met.

Because of your crush that was clinging to you like some sort of parasite, it had stung a bit when he asked you to babysit one Friday in early December because he had a date. He hadn’t told you much besides the fact that he needed you there at about 6pm and he would be home by 11pm.

What he hadn’t told you, was that the date had canceled on him. You quickly found out at 6 that night when he opened the door in sweats and a t-shirt with a glass of wine in one hand.

“Shit,” was the first thing he said when he opened the door. “I knew I forgot something. My date canceled on me last night so I sent Eunha to my mom’s to have a night in.”

“Oh,” that was surprising. You couldn’t imagine any woman canceling on the man in front of you. Although, it was a little presumptuous his date was a woman, it probably wasn’t off the table since he did have a daughter. 

“Yeah, sorry Y/n I should have remembered to let you know. You probably had better things to do than drive all the way over here.”

“Not really,” you shrugged. “If I hadn’t driven out here I’d be getting harassed about going to a frat party at the moment.”

“Sounds much more exciting than what I’m doing right now,” he chuckled, leaning against the doorframe.

“And what are you doing now?” Your eyes flicked to the glass in his hand, it was a little under half full.

“Drinking and thinking,” he was smiling down at you. “A deadly combo.”

Something about the look in his eyes, the way his body was positioned towards you, and the unrelated chill in the air that had settled in once the sun set a while ago caused a shiver to run through your body.

He noticed the shiver and moved off the doorframe. “Would you like to come in?”

You answered him with a nod and followed him back inside. It was much warmer in here. In the past few days since you last babysat, the house had been decorated on the inside with Christmas decorations. There was a nutcracker on the side table of the entryway and you could see a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in the living room. 

While you removed your shoes, Yunho headed into the living room. When you followed him, you could see there was a fire in the fireplace that usually sat empty and unused. All of the normal pillows and throw blankets on the couch had been replaced with red and white ones that fit the holiday theme. 

“Wine?” Yunho was holding an empty glass, his own having been set down on the coffee table beside an open bottle. He had either opened a new bottle just before you arrived or he hadn’t had very much to drink. You could see about three quarters of the dark liquid still swishing around when he picked it up to pour you a glass after you nodded.

When he had poured you a glass, the two of you took a seat on the couch facing the fireplace, not looking at each other. With a sip of wine for confidence, you shifted to face him.

“So,” you began. He turned to give you his full attention. “You said you were drinking and thinking. I get the drinking part, but what were you thinking about?”

He let out a sigh and took a sip. He stared into the glass as he began to speak. “This was my first date since Eunha’s mom left.”

Well, it seemed like it was time for you to get the answers to your questions from three months ago. It was best to approach this as diplomatically as you could, despite how curious you were so you stayed silent and he kept talking.

“I figured it was time to start dating again. This woman,” he paused and finally looked up at you. “She canceled as soon as I mentioned I had a daughter.”

You wanted to interrupt but he kept talking.

“I honestly don’t blame her, that’s a lot to sign up for, but I figured I should say something before we actually went out.”

He was right. As much as you wanted to shit talk the woman for seemingly hurting him, you didn’t really blame her. Before you met Yunho, you probably would have done the same if a man told you he was a single father. Hell, you still probably would if any man except Yunho told you he had a child before your first date.

“It’s just disappointing for my first first date in almost seven years,” he took another sip of his wine.

It was now or never. “Can-can I ask what happened to Eunha’s mom?”

Yunho’s eyes closed and he sighed. He was leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees and you got the impression that it was something he didn’t want to talk about.

“Yunho I’m sorry it’s none of my-”

“No no don’t apologize,” he turned his head to look at you now. “It’s just a touchy subject I don’t usually talk about.”

You stayed silent, letting him continue on his own. He sat up and took a deep breath.

“We weren't married, her mom and I. We’d been dating for barely a year when she found out she was pregnant and immediately everyone tried to get us to marry.” Yunho’s gaze was back on the dark red liquid in his glass. “We both realized we were falling out of love and didn’t want to be tied together forever, but it was too late…”

He trailed off looking somewhat ashamed. “It was too late to do anything about the pregnancy. We stayed together so I could support her and when Eunha was born, we were going to give her up for adoption. I couldn’t do it, though, and her mom could. So I took Eunha and her mom gave up any parental rights. Last time I heard from her was on Eunha’s first birthday. She was living in London,” he shrugged at that.

“Damn,” that was all you could think. What a shitty situation to be in. Yunho would have been what, 24? 25? Only a few years older than you are now and you couldn’t imagine finding out you were pregnant by someone you didn’t love anymore…

“Yeah,” he laughed for the first time in a while. “Damn. I got lucky though. I can’t imagine my life without Eunha. And I wouldn’t have met you without her.”

That brought red to your cheeks. His gaze was back on you, and a smile was on his face. He had faint smile lines that betrayed the fact that he was out of his 20s, but they only accentuated the way he shined when he smiled.

“I’m glad I met you, too,” you couldn’t help the awkward giggle that accompanied your quiet voice. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him any longer, instead facing the fireplace. Your cheeks felt hot and all of a sudden you became acutely aware of just how close the two of you were. Not that you were complaining, you’d had the hots for this man since you first saw him, but this scenario was not something you had imagined actually happening.

His hand landing on your knee nearly caused you to jump. Your head whipped around to look up at him. 

“I’m serious, Y/n,” his eyes were staring so intently into yours. Yunho’s hand on your leg rose up to cup your cheek. “I’m so unbelievably grateful for everything you’ve done for Eunha and I.”

His eyes were darting between your lips and eyes, as if he couldn’t decide where to settle them. You found yourself having the same struggle. His face was so close and there were so many details you wanted to drink in, but his lips, stained red from the wine, were stealing your attention.

“Yunho…” his name came out as a breathy whisper. You could see his jaw clench in the flickering firelight, his eyes blinking shut for just a moment before they were back on your own.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Yunho’s voice was husky and the way he damn near moaned your name made it sound like the best noise in the world. It sent a shiver through you, your whole body heating up. “Can I kiss you, please. Wanted to for way too long.”

You couldn’t reply. It was like your throat was blocked. All you could do was nod before he was surging forward. His hand on your cheek migrated to your hair as his lips met yours. Despite his urgency, his lips were soft, gentle as they slowly moved with yours. The feeling had you floating, not quite present as your mind went blank, lost in the sensation.

It wasn’t until his tongue was prodding at your lips that you snapped out of your daze. Your hands came up to rest on his chest as you shifted on the couch to face him better. His other hand landed on your waist as he tugged you towards him. You gasped, which provided him the perfect opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours.

It was impossible to contain the groan that you breathed into his mouth as he continued to manhandle you. Yunho had seemingly decided that having you pressed against his side while you kissed wasn’t enough. His hand left your hair to grab your thigh, moving you to straddle his lap as he sat back against the couch. From there, his other hand shifted to push on your lower back, pressing you as close as possible to him. 

With your arms around his neck, hands tangled in his hair, you parted from his lips in order to take gasping breaths of air. Yunho didn’t seem to need to breathe, as he immediately started planting kisses on your neck. You whined as he nipped the skin beneath your ear. For a brief moment, you thought about telling him no marks, but you weren’t sure if you’d get a chance like this with him again. If this night was going the way you thought it was, you’d probably end up very satisfied, but out of a job and no way to see your hot boss anymore so it wouldn’t hurt to have a few reminders of him, even if they would fade within a week.

Yunho licked a stripe up your neck, his hand on your back moving to grope your ass as he brought the two of you face to face again. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, both panting, until you leaned forwards to kiss him.

He eagerly reciprocated, holding you tighter to him in the process and pulling you down in his lap. You couldn’t help letting out a little noise of surprise as you felt the tent in his sweats pushing between your legs.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/n,” Yunho pulled his lips from yours, resting back on the couch and letting his hands move to your waist. Your own fell to his chest “This… this wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked to kiss you, I promise.”

You didn’t reply, only watching his chest rise and fall as you both panted. It wasn’t a conscious decision, at least you don’t think it was, to slowly grind down on him. Yunho’s eyelids fluttered and he let out a groan, hips bucking upwards to meet yours.

“Shit, Y/n, don’t do that,” his words gave you pause. What the hell were you doing?

“Fuck, fuck sorry, Yunho,” you rose, moving to get off his lap but his hands wouldn’t let you.

“I meant don’t do that because I can’t control myself if you do.”

You settled down again, rolling your hips over his experimentally. When he groaned again, you grinned. “What if I don’t want you to?”

Yunho gaped at you for a moment. “You can’t- fuck Y/n.” Then he brought his mouth back to yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth. As his mouth moved against yours, you continued grinding down against him. Both of you were panting into the kiss, hands frantically roaming each other. 

Regretfully, you had to part in order for him to yank his shirt over his head. It gave you a wonderful view of his lean torso, which you immediately started running your hands over, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his warm, smooth skin beneath your palms. He wasted no time in yanking you back into him, lips smashing into your own as his tongue invaded your mouth. 

His right hand migrated from your waist to the front of your pants, fumbling to undo the button and yank down the zipper. Yunho’s hand slipped down inside and his long, nimble fingers quickly made contact with your clit. That first contact had you gasping into his mouth. As his hand down your pants made tight circles around your clit, his other hand grabbed your ass and held you in place.

His hand kept working on you and your tongues tangled. You unleashed moans and gasps between deep, aggressive kisses. As his movements brought you higher and closer to your impending orgasm, kissing devolved into panting into his mouth.

Your hips were grinding against his hand as the pressure built. Yunho’s lips traveled to your next while your head tipped back, gasping moans flowing free. His lips sucked small marks onto the column of your throat. Your hand came up to grasp his hair, pulling at the soft strands as your orgasm washed over you. It hit you like a ton of bricks, slamming into your body and making you tense as the sensations wracked through you, wave after wave as you clung to Yunho.

When you had stopped shaking for the most part, Yunho withdrew his hand. Leaning back on the couch he brought his fingers to his lips, licking and sucking your juices that had been left on them. You could only watch, transfixed by the sight of his fingers disappearing into his mouth.

When he withdrew his fingers he hesitated for a moment, simply staring at you sitting on his lap. Yunho seemed to pull himself together after a moment and sprung into motion. 

“Lay down,” he ordered as he pulled your top off, followed by your bra.

You did as he said, sliding off his lap and onto the couch. Propped up on your elbows, you watched as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your jeans, tugging them and your underwear down before throwing them across the room.

“Hurry,” you whined at him as he reached for the waist of his own pants.

“Why, baby?” he laughed, smiling down at you as he slowly lowered his own pants. “We have all night.”

With that, he quickly climbed over you, slotting his hips between your open legs and bringing his mouth down on yours again. It only took a few expert shifts of his hips and his hand to have him slipping inside you. Your head dropped back away from his as you gasped at his girth and length filling you.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, his own head dropping to your breast bone as he took a moment to recover.

“Yeah, fuck,” your voice was breathy. Both of you chuckled at that, until the movement of him laughing and the subtle shifting of his body had you gasping again as he shifted inside you.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, connecting your lips to his again. 

With slow, testing movements, his hips drew back before easing back into you. Every push in had soft whines leaking out of your mouth and into his. Yunho repeated his soft motions for a few moments before he was pushing away from you.

He sat up on his heels, his hips still pressed to yours and his hands locked around your hips. You had been still expecting the gentle movements he had been subjecting you to previously, so you were wholly unprepared for the nearly aggressive thrust back into you. 

Yunho’s new rhythm was still slow on the backthrust, but his thrusts into you only grew in speed and power. This new pace was forcing out strangled gasps of his name out of you.

He himself was panting and groaning as his eyes darted between your breasts bouncing, your face with your eyes shut and mouth open, and the spot between your legs where his dick was disappearing into you.

“Shit,” he breathed out when he paused. His grip on your waist was still tight and he shifted your hips up for a better angle. With your legs thrown over his and  your lower half under his control, he sat up on his knees, drawing you with him. 

Your eyes met his briefly as he pulled back quickly to pick up his rhythm again. The eye contact didn’t last long as his new angle had his tip perfectly hitting your g-spot over and over. At the repeated stimulation, your eyes rolled back and your back arched even further into  the position he was holding you in.

Yunho kept up his pace until his hips started to stutter and his mouth dropped open in a long groan. 

“Fuck, fuck, Y/n,” you could tell he was getting close. You were slowly reaching your peak, but too far away to cum with him.

Yunho was getting even closer and you decided to give him a little extra help. All it took to toss him over into his orgasm was a firm squeeze of your interior muscles and one of your hands coming up to palm our own breast.

His head fell back with a groan as he gave a few final thrusts into you before pushing as far as he could inside you. You couldn’t help but admire the sweat shining on his skin in the firelight and the way all the muscles in his body tensed.

Yunho’s moment of euphoria passed quickly as the reality of the situation hit him in the face.

“Holy shit, Y/n please tell me you’re on birth control. I cannot have another kid right now,” his eyes were frantic as he leaned down over you.

You laughed and nodded, a little out of breath. “Yes I’m on birth control. You’re not going to be a dad again.”

He let out a relieved sigh before his eyes lit up again. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind being a dad again, but preferably in a stable relationship this time.”

Your breath caught in your throat but you recovered quickly. “Is this your way of asking me out?” Reality also hit you again as you realized you didn’t know if this was casual sex between an employer and an employee or something more, but you could only hope.

Thankfully, he laughed. “I suppose it is.”

[stay-dazed]

stray kids as your older brother

notes: female reader, and you're their adopted sister. this is my first time making a post like this, so i'm sorry if it's repetitive or anything. i hope everyone enjoys!

chan: chan's always loved being an older brother, and not just to his biological siblings, but to anyone who may need a brotherly figure. so when his parents made the decision to adopt another child back when he was still a trainee, he was ecstatic. nervous as hell since he wasn't sure if he'd be a good enough big brother to a new sibling while being all the way in korea, but excited nonetheless.

the day you came home his parents set up facetime so you both could meet and of course you both clicked pretty quickly thanks to how patient he was and how calmly he spoke. and now, six years later, you're happily close with all of your siblings. of course you're closest with lucas since you see him everyday, but hannah and chan are still amazing big siblings.

chan's a pretty busy guy but he takes every opportunity he can to either facetime you and lucas, or at least text you both to see how you've been doing. he also gives the best advice he possibly can whenever you need it. and as it may seem, tonight is a particularly difficult night for you.

as you lay in bed mindlessly scrolling on your phone after a quiet dinner with the family, your thoughts begin to feel almost suffocating. your eyes begin to tear up and a lump forms in your throat. quickly you check the time - 7:30pm. well... korea is only an hour ahead, and chan never really sleeps anyway. he wouldn't mind if you called really quick, right?

with a shaky hand you go to his contact, press call, and hold the phone to your ear. your lips are pressed tightly together as the phone rings once, twice-

"hey (y/n), what's up?"

his cheery voice alone brings the tears to slip down your cheeks despite your best efforts not to cry. "channie-hyung? are you busy right now?"

your shaky voice immediately worries chan and he's set intro protective mode. "no, no i'm not busy," he says despite all the talking going on in the background," what's up, hon? did something happen?"

you spend the next hour and a half just venting about how awful things have been recently. how you may not pass your government history course despite how hard you try to understand everything and how the new manager at your workplace treats you like you're an idiot. and as to be expected, by the end of it, you feel so much better. you're even giggling at the silly things chan says to try and cheer you up.

"an idiot? nah if anyone's an idiot, it's me. i share exactly one braincell with all the boys and half the time it isn't even working. you're doing great, okay hon?"

minho: admittedly, minho isn't exactly excited when his parents first announce their plan of adopting a teenager. it's not that he wouldn't love his new little sister or anything but he grew up an only child, so he isn't familiar with the duties a big brother has. during the seven months it takes to go through the whole adoption process, minho spends as much time with his parents as he can, helping set up what used to be his room as your new room and getting reassurance from his parents that he'll be a great big brother.

gradually minho gets used to the idea of having a little sibling. in fact he's actually kinda excited now. he's just so curious to see what you're like and how you two will get along. the day you come home is a little bit awkward as to be expected, but it's full of smiles and small talk anyway. minho shows you to your room and talks about how it used to be his before he moved out at a young age. that leads to an interesting conversation about his past job as a waiter, his uni experience, and how he became a kpop trainee.

the conversations continue into the evening, all through the hearty meal made by your parents. you're already beginning to feel comfy here. the only thing left to do to truly become a part of the family is meet the fluffy trio - soonie, doongie, and dori. you had seen them earlier but they were hiding in their cat tower, anxious about this newcomer in their home. after helping with clean up, you carefully head towards the cat tower where you kneel down to hopefully appear less big and intimidating. you first meet eyes with soonie, and you're instantly drawn to the way his little nose twitches curiously in your direction. with a big smile, you speak to him in a gentle voice," hi baby. look at you, you're so cute."

you hold your hand out to him so he can get more of your scent but he doesn't seem to like it as he cowers further into the tower. "oh no, i'm sorry baby. i didn't mean to scare you. i promise i won't hurt you!"

minho comes up behind you and watches for a moment as you continue to try coaxing soonie out, with no success. "why don't we go sit on the couch? eventually they'll get curious and come out to see what's going on," he suggests.

you nod and follow him to the living room where you both sit on the couch and just spend time talking about different things. it takes a little while, maybe twenty minutes, but finally doongie builds up courage to come out first and see what his papa's up to. he jumps onto minho's lap and sniffs in your direction but ultimately curls up where he is. soonie comes out next after a few more minutes, and just curls up on one of the couch pillows that fell on the floor where he proceeds to doze off. well it's good he trusts you enough to nap around you.

and the last to come out is dori. after he sniffs in your direction just like the others, you expect him to go find another spot to settle in like the others did. but much to your and minho's surprise, he instead climbs on your lap where he sniffs at your nose a couple times, then lays down and begins licking one of his paws.

"i've never seen him get comfortable around a new person so quickly before. you must be really special!"

changbin: changbin is so excited to learn he's getting a new baby sister. well not an actual baby, but a baby to him. he's always been bullied (playfully) by his older sister and now it's finally his turn to do it to someone younger than him. changbin has always been highly observant and good at memorizing how to specifically help the different people around him, so he knows he'd be a good big brother for sure.

the evening you come home is very busy. your parents, big sister, changbin, as well as seungmin who has the day off, all take you out to eat at a nice restaurant for a sort of first gotcha day celebration. you're incredibly nervous and soft spoken which is understandable considering it's your first day with your new family, and thankfully they're all very patient with you. they try their best to be as cheerful as possible but at the same time not too overwhelming.

and despite being so nervous, seeing the family (and seungmin) be so happy and playful with each other helps you calm down little by little. by the end of the night you're giggling and feeling much more relaxed. you haven't said much most of the evening besides answering questions they've asked you, but they don't seem to mind. when dessert comes - specifically bungeoppang for you - changbin asks," oh you like red bean paste too? (y/s/n) doesn't. she says it's too sweet for her."

you smile and respond timidly," yeah it's one of my favorites." changbin smiles back and nods. he's sure to remember that for future reference.

as him and your sister start poking fun at each other again with seungmin egging them on, a sudden playful jab at changbin slips out of your mouth. you're not sure where that little spark of confidence came from, but that playful jab leaves him in shock and the rest of the table in laughter.

seungmin says while slinging an arm over changbin's shoulder," she fits right in, huh?" you can't help but laugh louder than you have this entire evening.

"i'm supposed to be the one who teases now! how could this possibly have backfired on me??"

hyunjin: hyunjin's visiting his parents on his week off of work when they open up about their decision to adopt. he's not particularly happy nor upset about the idea, he's really just shocked more than anything. he calls up chan and felix in a group call to ask them what it's like to have a little sister, and as the news really sets in throughout the duration of the phone call, hyunjin begins to really worry. just like minho, he's only ever been an only child. what if he sucks at being a big brother? chan and felix remind him that he has at least some experience being a brotherly figure with the younger members so he'll be just fine. hyunjin, being as dramatic as he is, takes a bit longer to fully calm down and get used to the idea.

but once he does, he's just fine. he even takes a day off work to join his parents when they go to pick you up and bring you home. all on the way home hyunjin gives you an idea of what the apartment - especially your room - is like and how it'll be to meet kkami. thankfully everything he tells you helps you feel more calm and like you know what to expect in this situation. once you arrive at home hyunjin is more than excited to show you to your room, and also take a moment to introduce you to kkami.

kkami mostly just barks and growls at you while hiding behind the kitchen table legs. it takes a bit of coaxing from hyunjin, your mom, and some treats they gave you to offer him, but kkami eventually comes out from underneath the table and carefully makes his way to you. and after a good amount of treats you're finally able to scratch under his chin for a few seconds before he hurries off to his dog bed next to the couch. that's okay, it's a start.

you and hyunjin decide to head back to your room to get the rest of your things unpacked while your parents work on dinner. to keep a conversation going hyunjin asks while handing you more hangers for your clothes," so (y/n), what do you like to do for fun? do you have anything you're passionate about?"

you're so glad he asked. you respond with a smile," well i'm pretty passionate about art. especially collage art. i have a few journals with me that i've already finished. i hope to get a new one soon to start in."

hyunjin looks at you with bright eyes and a smile matching your own," you like art too? i've been painting for a few years now myself. it's my favorite form of selfcare."

you stop your clothes-hanging process and ask," really? would you mind showing me some of your work? i could show you some of mine too if you'd like."

"yeah of course!" hyunjin says before hurrying off to his room to get one of his many sketchbooks. you can tell already that this is something you'll both be bonding over for a long time.

"oh yeah this is a sketch of my bandmate felix. i'm sure you'll meet him sometime soon- oh no wait! don't look at that part, i messed it up!!"

jisung: jisung is actually told about his parents adoption decision through his older brother during a call meant to catch up with each other. he's pretty shocked and decides to take the weekend off to go back home and talk about it with the whole family. once it's all talked through though, he's actually excited and not at all as nervous as he'd expect. he's really just excited to have a little sibling for the first time, especially a sister since he's only ever been around other boys. he counts down the days until you get here.

and the day you finally come home is full of excitement. luckily you match the energy and click with your brothers pretty quickly so the conversations and jokes keep flowing. you're particularly curious about jisung and his career as an idol though, so you end up asking him lots of questions about it. you listen curiously as he explains and the family jumps in now and again. it's pretty touching seeing how proud and supportive they are of him. you're already grateful to be a part of a family that seems so caring.

time goes by so fast and before you know it, you've been here for two years. you're happy to see jisung and the rest of stray kids grow in this time, especially in person whenever you get the chance. like tonight. well technically today since it's 1:12am.

you aren't feeling the best today because you just cannot fall asleep no matter how hard you try, and your bed just seems to get more uncomfortable with each toss. it's so frustrating you could cry. so you do the first thing you think of that would help: you call up jisung to see if you can head over to the studio. you've been told a number of times that you're always welcome there, after all.

"jisung-hyung? is it okay if i come over to the studio? i can't sleep, i feel like crying, and i just need to get out of the house right now. please?"

"yeah of course," jisung responds immediately," chan-hyung went out for snacks so he can pick you up on his way back. when you get here you can just relax on the couch."

"okay, thank you so much hyung."

thanks to him, once you're settled in the studio you eventually doze off on the couch to the sound of keyboard clicking and jisung talking about something regarding how they put music together.

"just listen to me talk about our process for a while. it'll probably bore you to sleep."

felix: felix has always had a great relationship with his sisters because he genuinely appreciates his role as a brother. so when he learns through rachael that his parents are in the process of adopting another little sister, he's so excited. not an ounce of anxiety in his body. as it'll likely take about a year to finish the entire process including bringing you to australia from another country, felix takes that time to save up money and plan out vacation time for the trip to australia he'll be taking the day you come home.

when that day finally comes felix flies over to australia, planning on staying for a full week. and when he arrives at the house he goes to you first and gives you a big, safe hug where you both sway side to side a little bit. you can't believe just how comforting his hug is and how similar it is to how your sisters hugged you when you arrived this morning around 2am.

"hi! it's so nice to finally meet you! it was so hard waiting an entire year for this day", felix says excitedly as he takes a step back to look at you.

you laugh happily and respond," it's nice to meet you too! thank you for coming all the way over here just to meet me."

"of course! i wouldn't have missed it for the world. are you already settled in?"

"actually, no. we were all so tired after i got here that we just headed to bed. i still have a lot of unpacking to do." you laugh again.

"oh yeah, that's understandable. well should we go do it now then?"

with the help of the entire family getting everything unpacked in your new room goes by pretty quickly. it's around lunchtime when you're all finished, so the family decides to head out for a celebratory lunch at their favorite diner. the drive is about twenty minutes long so to make it go by faster felix, rachael, and olivia take turns telling you different memories associated with the diner. for example, the time they went there after felix won two medals at a taekwando competition when he was 12. or the time they went there to celebrate rachael getting into college to study psychology.

now this is just another fond memory to add to the list.

"do you remember crying, rach? yes you absolutely did! i cried too! i'm not afraid to admit it!!"

seungmin: seungmin is surprised and ultimately confused when his parents call him up and tell him about their adoption plans. he thought him and his sister were trouble enough for them. but if it's what his parents want, he'll fully support them. he's not exactly nervous or excited. he's mostly just a little sad that his old room will be switched out for someone else.

the day you come home is just a little bit awkward. well to seungmin anyway. his parents and sister welcome you home warmly, telling you just how happy they are you're finally here. all the while he stands to the side watching everything unfold. once it's his turn to greet you however, he tries his best to smile wide and give you a hug. it's an odd middle ground of a side hug and full hug, but you don't mind it. despite how unsure he is of himself he seems very sweet.

after your sister shows you to your room and helps you put some of your things away, seungmin comes in and tries again to be as welcoming as he can by telling you a bit about how your room used to be his room. he then offers to show you his huge collection of old baseball cards. baseball isn't really your thing, but you can tell how hard he's trying to make you feel at home with something he's obviously passionate about, so you listen closely as you look at the cards he shows you.

"how long have you been collecting these?"

"um.. probably since i was about eight? a lot of these were my grandpa- oh! i mean, our grandpa's. yeah he likes baseball a lot too. we even pitched a ball together at a game once."

"oh really?! that's so cool. it must've been a lot of fun."

"yeah it was! it really inspired me to be a baseball player. well before becoming an idol, obviously."

"how did you go from baseball player to idol anyway?" you giggle.

and from there the conversation on the bedroom floor amongst all the litter of baseball cards went on for a couple of hours until your parents called you both for dinner. baseball still isn't your thing but it's definitely more interesting than you had initially thought.

"yeah there's a picture of it somewhere online. please don't, i look so awkward in it. it's when i still had to wear my glasses.. no don't!!"

jeongin: jeongin is pretty content (and honestly overwhelmed at times) having his two brothers. they may not show it publicly but they're all very close, and they try to spend as much time together as they can with jeongin's busy schedule and the eldest being in the army. so when they find out their parents are planning on adopting a girl, they're all shocked.

"she's not gonna get my room, is she?" asks yoon. "give her jeongin's! he's barely here anyway!"

it was a bit hard getting used to the idea initially but eventually they all come around to it. and the day you come home they're acting like their usual selves despite your parents warning them to act normal for once. they're teasing and playfully punching each other hard enough it could be heard from the room over. in that moment you realize it's gonna be really, really hectic having three older brothers.

and now, a year and a half later, it's still just as hectic if not more so now that you join in on the teasing. tonight your eldest brother isn't able to visit but jeongin is. so now you, jeongin, and yoon are all sitting on the couch playing mario kart. the living room is filled with the sound of mario kart music and pointless little jabs like "why do you always play as peach? that's so boring" and "have you ever actually picked up a controller before?"

"come on girls," you say without taking your eyes off the screen," stop fighting or we'll never finish the game." yoon lands a punch directly to your left shoulder.

jeongin pipes in," speak for yourself. i'm gonna win this game just like i've won all the others."

by the end of the evening, after multiple rounds and a meal on the couch that your very patient mother made for all of you, yoon actually comes out the victor much to jeongin's despair. and so starts another round of teasing and arguing.

"mom!!!! (y/n) called me a mama's boy!!"

[luveline]

If you’re still taking smut requests👀

peter and reader having their first time together but both being very nervous about it

hi i hope nervous laughter counts as nervous tysm for ur request i hope this is alright! NSFW 18+ ONLY PLEASE

Peter's hand pressed to the swell of your naked tummy is nerve-wracking, honestly. 

You're half sitting, half lying against the headboard of his cushy bed. Peter sits off the side with his thigh pulled up, back twisted to lean over you. One hand pulling your face gently towards his as he kisses you, the other kneading the fat of your tummy slowly, adoringly. Every now and then his hand, fingers pointed to your hot centre, pushes down, and you think he might touch you. 

Your eyes dart to his cock where it hardens, more amused than you should be. Peter must feel your smile, because his own eyes open, and he makes a face of great wronging as he steals away from you. 

"What are you doing?" he asks, hand falling from your face. 

You're embarrassed instantly. "Sorry, I- I was. You're… uh," and you giggle to save yourself. 

His face creases at the sound, lips in a lopsided grin, eyes squinting. He takes his cock in his hand with little preamble and pumps, and what was half hard quickly becomes aching, encouraged toward his abdomen. 

He inclines his head toward you. "I'd be embarrassed that just a kiss could turn me on, but if anybody else could see you right now, like this, they'd understand," he says smugly. 

You slide down the headboard, feeling a flush of heat and a wave of sparks as they shoot straight to your core. 

"Can I?" you ask, extending your hand toward him 

His face mirrors yours, then. Embarrassment. "Oh, dove, I'd love you to, really, but I wouldn't last. You know?"

"Right," you say, smiling at the insinuation. 

"It's cruel," he murmurs, leaning back in, hand on your tummy moving slowly down. He crests the top of your cunt, so close to your clit it makes you shiver as he continues, "How close I am to cumming in my own hand like a freshman." 

You both laugh, breathy, glad for a break in the tension as your mouths meet again. He's paused with his hand stretched over the hood of your cunt like he's hesitating, so you decide to have a little bravery and encourage his hand down with your own until his warm fingers brush against your clit. 

You moan into his mouth, a new sound for the both of you. He pulls away like he's been shocked, leaves you panting through kiss sore lips as his eyes move hungrily to his actions. He bumps over your clit, finds the little well of slick his teasing has drawn. 

"Oh," he whispers, licking his lips, "sweetheart." 

"Sorry," you start, and then burst into giggles. He looks away from your cunt, reluctant but laughing too. 

"Sorry," he repeats, shaking his head. 

"I don't know why I said that, I'm just- I'm- I feel so weird. Good-" you amend quickly, "but this is-" 

"New," he supplies. 

"Exactly. It's new. But uh… but I'm glad I'm doing it with you, Pete." 

Your confession gets him good. His eyes grow glassy and his hand work quickly under your arms, pulling you up so he can hug you. You don't expect it and end up with your lips pushed into his shoulder, eyes wide. 

"You're everything. I'm glad it's with you, too, baby, you have no idea." It's a fast hug; he kisses the shell of your ear and your jaw, your cheek and then your lips, wet and smacking. 

"Stop making me laugh! I'm trying to be sexy," you protest, sitting up properly if only to escape him. 

He chases you, thighs pushing into your thighs, a mess of limbs between you both. His hands feel right against your skin, like they've always been there, pressing into your flesh and making little bumps between his fingers. He holds you still as he dots a kiss under your jaw, right over your sweet spot, like a promise. 

"You're supposed to laugh, and you are sexy." 

He ends up maneuvering you as he talks, spreading your legs to sit between them. You're a thousand degrees hot and your heart is pounding fast, but you don't feel nervous. You look at his sweet face, his burning honey eyes and pink pout and only feel excited to try. 

"Can I get you ready?" he asks carefully, hand traversing the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

"Yes," you say happily, chest heaving. "Please."

[short-black-diamond]

May I request Blue Exorcist Lucifer relationship headcanons with a half angel female s/o? Please and thank you!

Not me looking up who tf Lucifer from blue exorcist is, I only watched the first season... ☠

Also, I'm doing this like a fic, so it's going to be very long!

Anywaysssss, I tried my best! Also, I'm sorry for taking so long! 

I didn’t proofread..

Here you have:

Lucifer's relationship with a half angel s/o!

I hope it's okay if I put this in headcannons...

How you two first met:

So, as I have researched, your dear Lucifer is a polite man, level-headed and has great manners!

I'd like to think that he likes to go on walks and such, just...enjoying the peace and quiet.

And where would that fit best?

Right.

A cemetery.

So, as he looks over the many graves, reading some familiar names to which he apologizes in his head, also wishing them a peaceful afterlife, he hears you.

You're not crying. Rather talking. Sitting in front of a row of graves, putting a different kind of flower species in a bouquet to every single grave which you've decided to grace with your presence.

Now, don't get me wrong. He didn't know that you were an angel, or a half angel, at least. You looked like a decent human to him.

But, he was intrigued with the way you spoke to a bunch of dead people as if they could hear you. But oh well, everyone had their fair way of coping when dealing with losing their loved ones.

Lucifer could see your face, you kneeled in front of a small grave, your hands starting to shake.

He goes over to you, ready to help, when he sees wings spreading out from behind your back.

He quickly looks around him as if to make sure that no one is here.

But surprisingly, there's no other person beside him except you and the hundred other dead people buried in the ground.

Then he mentally slaps himself, because why did he check if anybody was looking? those were your wings and not his.

Just as he could think deeper into this, you spoke up. "Oh, I'm so sorry, ah. Um, well, you see, those are....not-not ...real?", you muttered, gesturing to your very real looking wings. trying to lie. Too bad you were partly an angel, so not telling the truth was rather impossible for you.

He gave you a look.

To which you slumped your shoulders.

With a sigh, you introduced yourself. "My name is Yira Hideyo, and you are...?"

You didn't expect him to turn into a gentleman though. "I am Lucifer, also known as the King of the Light. And I couldn't help but notice how...etheral, you looked while you conversed with the gone."

You looked to the graves, a sad and solemn expression on your face. your wings dissapeared. "They're...my friends. They all died during a tragic incident. And what will happen now? Will you kill me?"

He was perplexed, to say the least. You elaborated. "Well, you're like, the king of the light, Lucifer, and you're most possibly a demon. My identity was revealed to you the moment I showed my wings to the public eye."

He sighed. "I am not really one to look for danger, war, or negativity. I want peace."

You didn't trust him at first, but after you two talked about what he was meaning and what you'd like for the world, you two started to become...aquaintances.

How you two got together:

Lucifer frequented that place from now on, in hopes of seeing you again. Because first of all, why was an angel like you here on earth? How did your friends die? And ... why did he even want to see you at all?

It all started to make sense when he felt weird sensations whenever you noticed him and waved at him. When you smiled.

When you talked to him about anything and everything. You leading the conversation and him following. A half angel and a demon falling in love with each other.

He asked you out to dinner, after half a year of getting close to you. He felt like you'd be right by his side. Even though you were a half angel, how you'd explained. You told him that you couldn't return home to the heavens, which is why you had to stay here on earth and mourn the dead.

But, you also had to look after an adoptive pet your higher ups have ordered you to. To look after a bunny.

His dinner plans might have been cancelled, but he got to meet an even softer side of you than he did the past months.

You were much more quiet, calm, slow and friendly around that little furball. He adored it.

"This...is a bunny." "Wanna pet it?" “Yes.”

And that’s how he knew that he fell in love with you. 

You were just so...friendly. You did as you were told. You were calm. And he was the same as you. He felt like being together with you would be a good option. So he asked you while laying his hand on that pet of yours. 

You were hesistant, of course. I mean, who wouldn’t be when a literal demon king would ask you to become his significant other. 

You didn’t care if the higher ups in heaven would cut off your wings, because you fell in love with the beautiful man too. 

You loved how well-spoken he was, or how much of a gentleman he could be. He looked at you with nothing but fondness in his eyes. 

You could remember vivdly when he showed you his illness and you just spoke a few spells to cure it (let’s just pretend it went like that), revealing not only a romantic personality, but good looks too.

And when the higher ups tried to take you to heaven to cut off your wings and turn you into a human or worse, a demon, Lucifer defended you, taking you, your belongings and your pet bunny with him to his home. 

There, you two stayed undercover. But, it was nice. To know that the King of Light would protect you from the people who sent you down to earth to do such...human things. 

Now, talking about your guys’ relationship (I’m sorry it took so long, I just tend to write much, like a story to get into the flow, you know?), I think that it would be a very calm and loving one. 

Lucifer would compliment your very appearance daily, also your voice when you sang a song, ask about the different kinds of flowers again and again so that he could burn them in his mind. 

His love language would be acts of service, like giving you gifts, doing some household chores when you were not able to, giving you a massage or just simply being with you in one room. 

This leads to his second type of love language. Along with acts of service, he would be really into quality time, and I think he would also be a touch-starved person. I headcannon that because of his illness, nobody wanted to get close to him in fear of getting infected, so when you touched his cheek or hand the first time, he felt anxious, telling you to not touch him. 

But, after talks and reassurements such as lingering touches, the demon finally gave in and let you hug him, which was something he never knew he needed until this very moment. He is a clingy, touch deprived gentleman. 

Referring back to your wings, I think he would be mesmerized. It could be the first time that he had seen a woman with the wings of a bird attached to her back. Leading to him constantly giving you back massages in hopes of getting your non-existent back pain from having such large wings away. 

He also asked you to show him your wings again, and when you also offered for him to touch them, he hesitated. But when he touched the feathers, ir felt like he touched clouds. Soft and fluffy to the touch.

To the topic of you being some sort of half angel, Lucifer thought that you could have done womething wrong. 

But then you explained to him that you were about to become an angel. You were just a dead person, who has done too many good deeds to go to her afterlife. And that was how you were practically forced to watch your loved ones either keep climbing up to heaven or slide down to enivetable hell. 

Some nights would be spent with you crying over all the people you had to leave in order to become an angel, but you didn’t even accomplish that- to which Lucifer felt very guitly. It was his fault that you couldn’t become a full angel after all. 

When he asked you what a whole angel could do, you only shrugged your shoulders in childish wonder, because you genuinly didn’t know the answer either. 

That was how he promised himself to take care of you from now on, so that these stupid higher ups wouldn’t take you from him.

So, all in all, your guys’ relationship would be very sweet and loving. Even though there would be some dark moments with you thinking about your dead friends, and Lucifer thinking about putting hell and earth (or was it heaven??) together, you two would always comfort each other.

...

Phew, I hope it was alright with you. I think that given to the lack of information about that character - or maybe he had more screentime- I couldn’t really give him a personality other than making him polite and calm...sorry.

Anyways, I’m open for other requests!

[night-shadowblood-writes2]

The fae general and the apothecary woman

Part 3

There will be pregnancy if that makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry also some spoilers for book 7

Tw kidnapping

Meet lilias two friends was a dizzying experience. Levan wanted to learn more of the human language while maleanore was rather bossy. Lilia looked ready to rip his hair from his skull, but I couldn't help but smile. I was getting to know more about lilia every day. Sure, I wouldn't see him for weeks at a time before, but when we got together, those long weeks felt like nothing.

I was introduced more to the culture and knowledge that is the fae world. There were a few stares that weren't as welcoming as some held distaste for the humans, but since we were still new and too many fae children in their eyes.

But I did make a fae friend, his name was Alec. Alec was a young fae who had a passion for painting landscapes dreams, but most importantly, he did portraits. When lilia was away and I wasn't helping Laven or by maleanore's side chatting, Alec and I would chat about his latest paintings he says his dream is to paint the royal family but he didn't believe he was good enough yet.

Of course, I believed he was brilliant and voiced it. "One day, I want you to make a portrait of my family! One day, lilia and I will have a little one or two, and I want to immortalize that. I know my life expectancy is shorter than his own, and I don't know the life expectancy for half fae half human babies, but I think he'd love to have that of us." I say confidentially.

Alec smiles, " My friend, I would be honored to do so. You are the first one to believe in my dream. I will bring your portrait to life, I swear!" He says with a wide smile, thinking of how beautiful the vanrouge family will look and what would compliment the background the lighting and more.

When I got to the little cottage where lilia and I lived, I began to separate my medical herbs, meal herbs, and such. Though our wedding was a small one, I loved it completely. Lilia was so handsome in his uniform, and the dress was a gift from the Draconia family. The wedding night when we consummated our marriage left my cheecks burning. While this was our first night as a couple and our first time Lilia was a dedicated lover, and we were left breathless by sunrise.

Placing a hand on my stomach Lilia and my own child, I was so giddy. I knew it was a girl. I felt it in my gut, and I knew the perfect name. But concern filled my being the humans were getting worse going further inland destroying to make a castle of their own. How shameless the king never informed us of this plan when people volunteered to go with him. It was only meant to be exploration and resource negotiations to see if this land had medicines we didn't have (they did i go crazy every time I go out to expand my knowledge) .

"Oh, expecting as well, my friend?" I hear and tur to my friend,"Maleanore! As well?" I say before gasping, " you too?!" I cry out happily, to which she nods pridefully with a large smile. "Congratulations!" I smile "amazing I hope our children become great friends like you and I, " I say as I make tea and bring out some sweets.

We talk, and i say how I feel like my child would be a girl and how she knew her child would be a boy. We talk names, "Oh, paying homage to lilia with that name." She teases,"I smile. "I love him. I adore Lilia, so when my daughter is born, Lilian is her name, " I say confidant. " I love your confidence, my little human friend, though I should be going lest Lilias face grow red like the streake in his hair," and with that, she's gone in a twinkle of green light.

Lilia walks through the door not ten minutes later, sighing and clearly tired. He has tried to keep the horrors of the humans from his human brides ears. They have gotten pushy and worse than before a year ago. But when he opened the cottage and saw his wife attempting to cook a meal, he chuckled a brilliant woman but no cooking skills at all.

"Lilia! I have amazing news" I smile when I see my husband. I greet him and kiss his cheek, setting his meal down and getting his drink. He looked curious or as curious as that natural scowl could raising an eyebrow as he eats. " Lilia, in nine months' time, we will have a new addition to the vanrouge family!" I smile.

His eyes widened before darting to my stomach. He came around and felt my belly. "Six months married, and now we have our own child. I will teach him to be string and swift to protect his family." He smiled." Oh no, my love, this here is a girl." he looked up at me. " You know the gender already?" He asked, amazed. "...no," I mutter, pouting. He smiles. " And when will be her name?" He asks.

"Her name is Lilian," I say softly, looking into his beautiful eyes, which widen before the gentlest smile appears on his face, "Lilian be strong your father and mother look forward to having you in our lives" "Oh and guess what" tease he looks up cautiously "Maleanore and Levan also expect a child I hope they get along as closely as you three did" to which he groans and lays he head on my lap.

Later that night, lilia warns me not to venture out far alone. He tells me of how humans have gotten more daring and disrespectful and cruel to the natives of the land. I promised not to go far alone. If only I had been more careful...

Maleanore wasn't feeling to good so I wanted to help her but the herbs I had at the moment were low so I got my basket and set off I had planned to not venture far as I had promised lilia. Plus, being eight months pregnant made it difficult to move, maleanore had a few weeks left before she lay her egg. I was being careful, I swear I found what could ease my dear friends pain and what could help with a safe delivery for us both so I was too focused I had not noticed a handful of men in armor behind me until I felt them grab me.

"A woman! She has round ears! Woman, what are you doing so far into fae territory?! It's dangerous here. Get her back now!" The leader yells "no release me, I demand it!" I struggle as much as I could. My basket knocked over in the struggle. " sir she is pregnant!" One says looking at my stomach with dusgust "a fae lover are you huh?" The leader says handling me a lot more violently.

"Willing or forced wench?" He demands, but I keep my mouth closed and glared at him. "Willing," he sneered in realization and pushed me to another male. "Take her back. The king will surely punish her misdeeds." I have done no wrong now, release me, or my husband will have your head!" I yell. "This could work in his favor," the knight mutters as they try to stealthily sneak back to the human territory, but I scream.

Before I could scream again, my vision went black. My only thought was, 'Please, lilia, find us.'

[klutzyroses]

Hello there, I hope you are doing fine.

If it's possible would you be able to write a headcanon on ikemen vampire residents Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Jean and as many as you are able to write with a mc who is very quiet but at particular situations she acts as their mother. If you don't feel like writing you can ignore this ask. Thank you .

And I hope you are doing fine as well anon!

IkeVamp HCs: Quiet Maternal S/O

How do they react to a quiet reader who acts maternal in certain situations?

Suitors: Napoleon, Leonardo, Arthur, Jean

Napoleon

Being the person that he is, he really isn't used to the kind of woman she is.

It's not as though he hasn't encountered quiet girls before, he has seen plenty but Y/N was just a little different.

He first noticed when she began to display her worries for him, especially her concerns about the constant presence of his rapier at his hip.

She had voiced to him at some point that she worried it would poke him or he would injure himself somehow?

He couldn't help but find it endearing how she seemed to fuss over him, over his health and wellbeing, almost like a worried mother.

He even noticed that sometimes, she would look at him with the most anxious, tense expression, her pretty hands clasped together and her soft lips parted in worry.

"Relax, nunuche, it's just a bruise..."

"But it looks like it hurts! I knew it wasn't a good idea to fence today!"

"I'm fine. I promise."

She really was so adorable, his nunuche he couldn't help but think as he ruffled her hair. He doesn't quite find it overbearing, but he wishes she wouldn't worry her pretty head off so much.

Leonardo

She, from the beginning amused the inventor. How timid and reserved she seemed, he thought it was cute, but he was pleasantly surprised to find she was also a motherly lady.

Despite being in a house of vampires that have lived entire lifetimes compared to the maiden, she still took it upon herself to care for all of them as though she were their mother.

He didn't expect for this maternal instinct to extend to him, therefore he was more than a little caught off guard when he finds himself on the receiving end of a reproachful scolding.

Over what? His habit of sleeping everywhere of course.

He would watch her as she chided him over such things, not really listening as he looked upon her lovely face, head mostly filled with thoughts of how sweet she was being.

He would often nod absently and give half hearted answers and apologies, smiling nonchalantly as she fussed at him.

Even as she becomes his lover, he would find her concern for him even sweeter.

"And if you sleep there, what will you do if someone steps on you? You should think of that!"

"Mhm...'Course, sorry Cara mia."

He loves her to bits...but he lives to keep her flustered and worked up like this.

He just wonders how long it'll be until she realizes he isn't really listening when she scolds.

Arthur

The author had to admit, this was a first for him.

He has met a variety of women all over Paris and the lovely Y/N was a still a rare find.

After all, when he first met her, he assumed she was a shy bird because she was a quiet one, but he very quickly discovered there was a bit more to her.

He found himself on the receiving end of scathing lectures from the mansion darling, her hands on her hips, her pretty face set in a frown as she relentlessly scolded him for being out all night.

It was a little odd to see the normally mild mannered Y/N go off this way, her usually soft voice uncharacteristically aggressive and reproachful.

"Luv, you know I'm a big boy, don't you?

"Are you talking back to me, Arthur Ignatius Conan Doyle?"

"...No madam, I am not."

She's both adorable and scary at the same time. He could gush about what a beauty she was when she was angry but he also knew that she was to be taken seriously.

Theo greatly enjoys watching Arthur getting it from his loved one. It is very entertaining and makes for great teasing material later.

Jean

This soldier is not, nor has he ever been used to someone taking care of him.

Therefore, the beauteous mademoiselle known as Y/N was a phenomenon to him.

For one thing, she was rather quiet and soft spoken, and he didn't see much of her at the beginning. Or rather he did and had somewhat forgotten she was there because she was a woman of few words.

That was his impression of her until he notices she approaches him almost every morning with a packed lunch, lovingly wrapped in endearing ribbons. It often consisted of sandwiches, macarons and a bottle of Blanc.

He had no idea why she was doing it and when questioned, the lovely maiden shyly stated that she almost never saw him at dinner or breakfast with everyone else and worried about his eating habits.

Despite the impassive reaction she may get from this confession, Jean is touched. So he accepts her kindness, simply because she went to the trouble of preparing something for him.

"Please have a good day and remember to eat."

"I will. Merci, mon ange."

Even as they become an item, she still makes him lunch before he goes out without fail and he takes it graciously every time, because it came from the woman he loved, so he knew he would enjoy it to the fullest.

🌸

[susannaius]

On the new Netflix YYH live action series...

Okay, so cramming two seasons worth of anime (52 episodes) into just 5 hours of live action (5 x 60 minutes) is just WILD. It was obviously possible, but it was wild. They made some bold editing choices on the way to make it happen, but they made an overall good job of it (well, as good as anything can get when you cram 52 episodes into 5 hours...). Anyway. Spoilers ahead.

My overall impression is that I had fun. They made this series a lot more edgy and dark than the anime, but they kept a lot of its goofiness, and managed to find a good balance. The visuals were also fantastic. I honestly did not expect the drawings to translate well into film, but the animation / FX crew did a great job. I have some minor qualms against how everyone looks like (like Kurama's hair or Hiei's turtleneck, who came up with those???), but they did not matter to me that much overall.

What I really missed was something I'm not sure how they could have reproduced in just 5 hours, and this is the sense of accomplishment and stakes. How long does the first two seasons take in the anime? Half a year, maybe? (Yusuke spends the summer break training with Genkai, then there are another 2 months (?) before the Dark Tournament.) So there is a lot more time both for bonding and level-upping.

There are a lot more steps, and those are a lot smaller, progress is a lot more gradual, and each step leads to the next a lot more organically. Here, this is somewhat compensated by the editing choices, like Kuwabara following Yusuke around (I especially liked the "slice the boulder" trope), or by Hiei wanting the dagger in the first place so he can find Yukina. But this way we end up on our very first joint mission fighting Karasu and Bui as well as the Toguros, in Kurama's yokai form and with the Black Dragon. Which is again, WILD, if we consider that as far as we know Kurama has not really used his yokai powers over the last 17 years, and Hiei has just made the Jagan eye for himself (which he did not even end up using that much).

Which is all... not necessarily relevant if someone has not seen the anime and accepts that okay, these boys have a lot more in them than what we were shown at first glance. They are yokai, after all, and we are shown very little of their stories. But I still miss how in the anime we were able to follow how Kurama hones his plant magic to artistic levels and how he learns to combine the strengths of Shuchi and Kurama, or how Hiei very slowly becomes domesticated, or how Kuwabara chills down and becomes a reliable ally.

And then there is Yusuke. They really managed to capture the essence of the character, and I loved them for it. At the wake, his picture was a really nice touch, I loved that face saying "Why do I have to smile for the camera? Please leave me alone?" Or how gentle he can be when he is not ordered around. They got his priorities right, and the steps that make him who he is were all there.

But again, time was VERY short. I mean, he was training for about 3 weeks with Genkai, and for the first two weeks he was mostly slacking. How am I supposed to believe that this is enough to defeat fucking Toguro, who was one of the strongest men to start with, then sold his soul for power, and spent the last 50 years becoming stronger and stronger, to the point when not even the scariest monsters currently available in the human world could satisfy him? Yes, Yusuke got the "orb", but consider that in the anime at that point he had been fighting and training almost constantly for half a year, receiving the orb still almost killed him, and then he had to sleep it off for several days. I am just... not convinced, sorry.

If anything, I think the live action series is a good gateway to the anime. Like, if someone is new or even not yet into the "fight and level-up" anime genre, this can be a great motivation for them to check it out. YYH is almost 30 years old, after all, so there might (might!) be people who have not yet come across it, even though they would probably enjoy it.

TLDR: I think the Netflix YYH Live Action series is fun, it is gorgeous, it has some solid editing choices that help it cram fifty-fucking-two episodes of anime in just five hours of film, and if it helps some newcomers find and enjoy the anime (or even the manga, which I don't know), I'm only happier for it.