#i would also appreciate just pretending it wasn't a thing for a few hours and doing something enjoyable to me with a friend or two...

[springwitch26]

Hey you're writing is so beautiful and *cough cough* incredibly hot, would you be down to write a Melissa brat tamer oneshot 😅

No pressure ofc!

-anon

tear you apart (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: you're feeling bratty and melissa is all too happy to punish you.

warnings: smut (18+), brat taming, punishment, degradation, spanking, humiliation, overstim, voyeurism? basically unhinged content + agatha harkness obsession disease 💜

notes: thank you anon for your kind words and this request! hope this is worth the wait. melissa is such a brat tamer and i'm reminded of that every time she makes a biting comment or threatens to fight someone. she needs a girl who can take it and then give it right back.

all you ever wanted was to make melissa feel good.

you knew from the start of your relationship that she was a top. but at first, you weren't sure what she liked: did she want you to be her good girl? or did she enjoy a challenge?

within a few weeks, you had pieced together the answer: it depended on the day. on bad days, all she wanted was her sweet, obedient angel.

one night she came home deflated, having fought with barbara over a teacher appreciation gift from the district. she pulled you into her and didn't let go, holding you close through hours of gentle sex. you were so soft, so comforting, so good.

"come sit on my lap, babydoll," she had said, patting her legs where she sat on the sofa. you obliged.

"are you okay?" you asked, searching her eyes for frustration and regret.

"i am now," she whispered as she caressed up your thighs, smiling as you nuzzled into her neck to hide your whimper. "just do what i say 'n make your pretty noises, and i'll be just fine."

good days were a different story. competition and conflict excited melissa. she felt most like herself when she was telling somebody off or winning some game. so, when things were quiet at work or when she was feeling playful, you were more than happy to give her the challenge she craved. your attitude drove her insane, and putting you in your place was always exhilarating.

tonight was a good night. you could tell from the moment she walked in the door, carrying that massive read-a-thon belt. she was on top of the world after her victory, and now she needed another conquest.

you twirled around the kitchen as you cooked dinner in your thin sleep shirt and little shorts. melissa loved seeing you like this: comfy, happy, and best of all, lightly clothed.

you smirked to yourself as you hatched a plan. instead of greeting her like usual, you pretended not to see her come in. then you held up your phone and took a selfie that just happened to provide a view down your shirt. melissa saw it all.

"whatcha doin', hon?" melissa raised an eyebrow at you, still smiling from a great day at work.

"oh, nothing. just texting ava," you replied coyly. melissa's jaw clenched ever so subtly.

you had been friends with ava since back when you were still working at abbott. melissa wasn't jealous of your friendship with ava. no, what irritated her was how shamelessly ava would check you out and hit on you. ava's advances were never serious, she knew that. but melissa also knew that ava hit on you at least as much as she did gregory, and that was a problem in her book.

you smiled at her and went back to your cooking like it was nothing. you were in for a fight tonight.

...

when you sat down in the living room to binge-watch wandavision after dinner, melissa attempted to stroke up your thighs several times. you refused her and innocently cuddled into her side.

all was going according to plan until you heard agatha say "good girl" on the television. you shuddered and pressed your legs together, and it did not go unnoticed by melissa.

"aw, hon. does that make you feel needy?"

she had the upper hand. but you could still salvage this.

"yes, agatha drives me crazy," you said, meeting her gaze and giving her a sultry smug look.

"i thought you liked wanda..." she grumbled, her jaw clenched. it was working.

"mmm no, agatha is more my type," you drawled. you remembered melissa dressed as the scarlet witch. that sinfully sexy costume. she had done it for you.

the fact that you were switching up on her now made her livid. your type? she wasn't your type?

"god, kathryn hahn..." you whispered when the camera focused in on agatha's magical fingers, absolutely selling that you were turned on. it pushed melissa over the edge.

in one swift move, she shut the tv off and crawled on top of you, pushing you into the couch by your sternum. the look in her eyes was dark, fiery, dangerous.

"take your clothes off," melissa growled, fire bubbling behind her eyes.

she pulled herself off of you and sat looking you over from the other end of the couch, an expectant look on her face.

"yes, ma'am," you scrambled to comply with her instructions, stripping eagerly in front of her.

"leave the panties on," melissa stopped you before you could drag your thong down your legs. "on the bed."

the two of you rushed up the stairs and over to the bedroom, her grabbing at your waist the entire time. melissa sat back against the pillows, her legs spread for you. she gestured between her legs and you knew what she wanted.

you squealed and quickly adjusted yourself to straddle her, your legs on either side of hers as you unbuttoned her shirt. she sat upright against the pillows, her messy hair framing her heated face.

once you had removed her shirt and bra, she fisted her hands in your hair and pushed your head downward. you quietly whimpered at the manhandling. she took the initiative to swiftly pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, giving you just one firm command: "be a good girl."

you parted her legs gently and dove in, licking wide stripes up her folds but avoiding her clit to tease her. it wasn't long before you felt a fist in your hair, pulling you off of her to meet her frustrated gaze.

"unless you want red handprints all over your ass, don't fuckin' tease," she sneered.

you were torn: you wanted that punishment, but you also wanted to be a good girl for her. you chose to be good for now, attaching your lips to her clit and making her groan in satisfaction. you could always push her buttons later.

"that's it, honey, right there," she choked out as you swirled your tongue around her clit. she wouldn't last long, already worked up from seeing you strip for her.

you lapped at her and sucked on her bundle of nerves, enjoying the chorus of good girl and don't stop until you felt her legs start to tremble around you. at that point, you pulled back, leaving her bucking up into nothing.

you gave her a mischievous grin and started to trace your lips with your thumb absentmindedly. you watched her seethe in anger, never taking her eyes off of you.

"oh, sorry, i think i smudged my lipstick. give me a second," you could hardly contain your giddiness at how angry she looked. you needed her to lose control.

without missing a beat, she grabbed your hair and forcefully pushed you back between her legs. all of her gentleness was gone.

"such a dumb fucking slut. can't even follow simple instructions," she scolded. "finish me off, whore, and then we'll work on your behavior."

you felt yourself get soaked again at the manhandling, her seething words and her promise to punish you. eager to make up for your misbehavior, you ate her out with reckless abandon. she reached her high within minutes, whispering filthy things to you the whole time.

"fuck, that's good. lookin' up at me like that with your big doe eyes. i'm gonna come all over that pretty, smart mouth."

she came with a low groan, coating your lips in her wetness. the sight was pornographic: you looked at her with hooded eyes and wet lips, slightly fearful of her next move. it was exhilarating.

when she had recovered, she sat up and stared you down, a twisted smirk on her face. you swore you knew what she would say before the words left her mouth.

"bend over my lap, beautiful." her tone was dark, but you could hear the excitement behind her words.

you scrambled to obey, laying face-down on her lap with your ass up, wiggling gently in front of her. enticing her.

for a minute, there was silence. she just watched in amusement as you squirmed in her lap, desperate for any kind of attention from her. from where she sat, she could see your arousal glistening on your thighs. she was drunk on the power.

"a little desperate, hmmm?" she teased. you nodded frantically. she started to trace light patterns on your ass with her fingernail. "let me tell you what's gonna happen now. i'm gonna spank your cute little ass until you're crying and begging me to stop. then, i'm gonna fuck you until you're so sensitive that you can't stand to be touched any more. sound good?"

while she was nonchalant, you were almost at your breaking point from her words alone. you were completely at her mercy. you managed a "yes" and nodded intently for her to continue with her plan, desperate to see it through to the end.

it was hardly a second later when she slapped your ass, hard. you should have seen it coming, but you still yelped in surprise. you felt throbbing between your legs as the pain spread through you.

this went on for a while, and eventually you lost count of how many times she'd hit your backside. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you hardly felt them. and you were soaking her lap with your arousal. melissa whispered filthy things to you the entire time.

"my pretty, little, brat," she emphasized each word with a harder slap.

when it finally stopped, she started to caress you all over and praise you for taking your punishment so well. her soft touch brought you back to reality, and she guided you to sit up.

"wow, sweetheart. you really made a mess," melissa said, gesturing to her legs which were sticky with your wetness. you hid your face in your hands.

"stop it, you know i wanna see you. in fact..." she trailed off with a smirk and reached to grab her phone off the nightstand. "touch yourself."

your mouth fell open at the command, and she gave you a challenging look. not wanting to push her any farther tonight, you did as she asked and tried to find a comfortable position.

"spread 'em wide, princess," she said, smiling down at her phone like she wasn't watching your every move.

a burning heat ran through you at her words. you leaned back and started to gently circle your clit through your panties, anxiously awaiting her next move. you were a whimpering, blushing mess when she finally looked up at you with a grin.

"stay just like that," she said while bringing her phone up to point it at you. you heard the clicking noise of the iphone camera and your eyes widened. melissa had never done anything like this before.

"w-what are you doing?" you barely managed the sentence as your fingers worked you up, making you gasp.

"oh, just givin' myself a little treat for later," she replied coyly. "and maybe next time you act up, i'll show ya these. make ya remember your place."

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot all over from your fingers and the humiliation. melissa noticed and put her phone aside to look in your eyes.

"color?" she whispered.

"pink..." you replied shyly. that meant she could keep going. she smiled and cupped your face in her hands, kissing you softly.

her hand traveled down to remove yours from between your legs. she finally laid you down on the bed, running her hands up your thighs. your legs fell open for her and she leaned in to inspect your swollen folds.

she hummed as she trailed two fingers through your wetness, earning her a pitiful noise. when she pulled away and mosied over to the dresser drawer, you knew what she was going to do.

"i think you're wet enough for the strap, don't you?" she pulled out a bright red one that you had never seen before. she watched your eyes as you reacted to its size.

"i bought this as a surprise for you knowin' you'd go crazy over it," she mused as she adjusted the harness and attached the dildo to it.

"mel, it's... big," you said, looking up at her with wide eyes as she positioned herself above you.

"yeah, hon, that's why i bought it," she teased, smirking as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. you breathed a sigh of relief as she covered the strap in a thick layer of lube.

she took the cock in one hand and maneuvered it through your folds, pressing on your clit and making you cry out. you shuddered when she positioned it at your entrance.

"you ready for me?" melissa trailed a finger under your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.

"pink," you breathed, and she pushed the tip in. you felt the stretch immediately, and melissa used her free hand to rub your abdomen soothingly.

she continued to work her way into you, her hand never stopping its comforting motions. when she bottomed out, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. it was a thrill.

you nodded at her to signal she could move, and she started to fuck you slow and hard. the size of the strap-on allowed her to hit places that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

her thrusts became rougher very quickly, and she dug her thumbs into your hips to balance herself. you knew there would be marks there tomorrow. her pace and the low groans she let out suggested that she was still hanging on to some frustration in need of release.

she hit your g-spot and you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of her. she noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching: shaking legs, parted lips, strangled moans. in response, melissa reached down to rub your bundle of nerves roughly, and that sent you over the edge.

"good girl, so good," she coaxed you through your high. you thought she would stop after one. oh how naive you were. you were trembling and squirming away from her, and she just continued to rub your clit, rocking gently inside you.

"come on, honey, give me another, i know you can," she encouraged you, peppering you with sweet kisses. you nodded and she started to fuck you again in earnest.

every nerve ending in your body was buzzing, and all you could feel was melissa. she thrusted into you like her life depended on it, and you admired her face as she worked you. her red hair hung around her face, which had also become red from the exertion. it felt amazing—hell, it felt insane—to feel her hitting all the most sensitive spots inside you. but it felt even more amazing to have the sexiest woman on the planet on top of you, working your body like it was her life's mission.

when your second orgasm washed over you, it was more intense than the first. it drained all the power from your body and you surrendered yourself to your fiery lover. she again whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you along. when you had stopped shuddering, she pulled out.

you caught your breath and watched her rise to her feet, humming as she took off the strap. you could see a devious glint in her expression that told you you weren't done quite yet.

after that small taste of relief, melissa stalked over to you and spread your legs once more. you whined in discomfort, too sensitive to take any more.

"shhhh, baby, lemme clean you," she soothed before beginning to lap at you, savoring your taste. she tried to avoid your clit but her nose brushed against it, bringing a pained noise from you. she hummed into you and kept going, stroking your legs to relax you.

after you had gotten comfortable with the feeling of her tongue she drifted up to your clit, circling it but avoiding direct contact. you gasped and bucked up into her mouth despite your best efforts. even the smallest touch felt like an electric shock.

when your whines turned to quiet moans, melissa wrapped her mouth around your clit and started to suck, rolling her tongue over it. the pressure was white-hot and deadly, and it sent you over the edge in seconds.

"my sweet angel, i love you, you did so well for me..." she comforted you through the comedown. she stroked your sides and you relaxed into her touch, your heartbeat finally slowing. she placed a fond kiss on your forehead, then got up to get a washcloth and some water for you.

...

"i won the read-a-thon today..." she said while she cleaned you.

"i noticed," you giggled, smiling up at her. the love in her eyes made the green irises sparkle and swim with possibility. "i'm so proud of you."

"you coulda said that earlier!" she joked, recalling your misbehavior. there was a comfortable silence before she spoke again. "actually, i think i like it when you fight me a little."

you gazed at her fondly and laughed again, feeling warm and cared for. "i noticed."

[ambrozjas]

HII!! i saw in your bio that your requests are closed but i also see you responding to asks??? so i'm sosososo sorry if i wasn't supposed to ask but i just needed the gang (separate) x super energetic n positive reader (so like pinkie pie irl !) :3 again im sorry if i confused things with your requests!!!

the gang with an energetic!reader ꨄ︎

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this is actually a great question and i thank you for asking it ^-^!! the reqs i’m responding to are just requests that are stacked up in my inbox, so when i have them closed, it just means i’m trying to catch up on asks and that i don’t prefer asks at that time :) i did LOVE writing this though, so thank you for asking about that i appreciate you trying to respect it !! ^_^ 🫶

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“you had fun today?” came DARRY’s voice from the left of you as he sat in the driver’s seat, taking you home. you guys had decided to take johnny, sodapop, and ponyboy to the oklahoma state fair, which would explain the sleepiness that laced his tone. you, though, would practically be vibrating in your seat if it wasn’t for darry’s hand resting on your thigh.

still pumped up from the crazy rides at the fair, your eyes roamed across all the bright lights littering the city as you looked out of the car window.

“so much.” you responded, beaming at your boyfriend next to you before taking a look in the rearview mirror and spotting the boys asleep in the backseat.

“you think they did, too?” you asked darry, lips pouting dramatically at how cute the boys looked, even when soda was practically drooling on pony.

darry gave you a small ‘mhm’, a tiny smile growing on his face when he looked back at them too. “y’sure you’re not tired?”

“i’m so awake right now, dare.” you chuckled a bit, turning back around and resting your head against the car seat’s headrest.

you gave a few quiet ‘ooh’s as you both were still exiting oklahoma city, even if you guys were still a long way from tulsa, looking at all the bright lights and arrows urging future customers to visit the fair.

darry scoffed as he saw the pile of cars across the way, lining up in one big traffic jam. then he turned his head to look at you, he wondered how you could always be so optimistic. he smiled fondly to himself as he watched you, head held in your hands as the exotic lights bounced off your irises, reflecting all sorts of neon pinks and blues in your eyes as you didnt take them off the noisy attractions.

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“be careful now darlin’, you’ll slip!” SODAPOP laughs as you two come down from the intense food fight you just had in the kitchen.

it all started with you accidentally dusting the counters a bit too hard when some flour landed on sodapop’s open plaid shirt. now you two were both covered in various ingredients, you’re sure the yolk would take about an hour to rinse out of your hair properly. the baking you guys were doing was forgotten in the background as the batter had probably already somewhat hardened during sodapop’s sugar assault on your favorite top.

you laughed as he held your waist, the both of you looking down at where your foot was just about to fall on the slippery remainder of egg yolk and milk on the kitchen floor. “that’s your mess!”

“you started it!”

“it was an accident, soda—!” sodapop placed a chaste kiss against your lips, licking his own after he pulled away. he made a small hum sound as his eyes trailed upward when he pretended to try to guess the flavor. “hm, strawberry.”

“gross.” you rolled your eyes, the two of you laughing uncontrollably as soda eventually did slip on the exact same piece of yolk he had warned you from stepping on. that is, until you heard the strong footsteps of his older brother make his way from the front door to the kitchen.

both of your heads shot up as darry cleared his throat, crossing his arms and tilting his head. it was like he had no words for the both of you, until he shook his head once and grumbled angrily.

“y’all better clean that up.”

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“so i was just tellin’ her about it and y’know what this lady does?” you ranted to PONYBOY as he sat across from you at the lunch table, his fingers fiddling with the holes in the metal mesh patterned seat.

he held his chin in his palm as his eyes flickered between you and the table, watching as you rambled about something a counselor had reprimanded you for or something, all he could really focus on was you. the way your eyes lit up when you were passionate about something, the way talked with your hands a lot, or the way you bounced in your seat at just the thought of your favorite song.

pure energy always radiated off of you, not even dallas winston could resist your charm. and ponyboy curtis certainly couldn’t either.

“pony-y!” you dragged out the ‘y’ in his name as you tried to get his attention, waving a hand in front of his face. he blinked and furrowed his brows as he muttered out a quick, “huh?”

“are you even listenin’ to me?”

“‘course i am.”

“what was i talking about then?” you batted your eyelashes as you inquired in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone, leaning forward as ponyboy averted your gaze.

his face got hot while he stammered, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish before you waved a hand at him and flashed a big grin.

“my counselor.” came your sing-song tone of voice from in front of him.

“right! just.. tell me more?”

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“JOHNNY, wait up!” you called after him, jogging up and gripping onto the straps of your backpack as it moved with your every step.

you saw him, head hung low as he looked so small compared to the towering figure of dallas winston right next to him. he turned around, that same puppy dog look in his eyes as usual before he looked up at dallas. dally gave johnny a quick wink before nodding his head towards me and saying his goodbyes while he walked off only god knows where—probably to stir up some more trouble.

johnny looked back at you, muttering your name as you finally caught up to him. “hey—! you goin’ home?” you asked, shifting your weight from your hands to your knees as you hunched over and caught your breath. johnny just nodded as he watched you regain composure quickly, already back and energized.

you circled around him with a flurry of questions, questions like how his day was or if he ate today. johnny always wondered why you asked him these questions, whether you cared or not was really his main concern although he’d never dare ask.

once you guys had arrived to johnny’s house though, came a ruckus from inside. the noise traveling outside the house through a sliver of open window as you both saw two figures screaming at each other.

you saw as the corners of johnny’s mouth twitched downwards as he winced at the sound of glass breaking.

then, almost like an miracle came your voice from beside him.

“wanna go to the lot?”

once he had looked at you, it was like an instant mood lifter. you had a boyish grin on your face with your hands shoved in your pockets as your eyes crinkled with how big of a smile you had glued to your face, as usual.

how could johnny deny you?

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“are you always like this?” DALLAS said as he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching as you danced around and made a mess with the baking supplies.

“like what?” your voice, jubilant as ever, rung out in dally’s ears. he always played it off as if he hated how joyous it was, but if he was being honest, the way the syllables rolled so quickly off your tongue was satisfying to him. he’d never admit it obviously. being dallas winston was a tough job to keep up.

you twirled around, reaching on your tippy toes to grab something off the fridge before spinning back around to pour milk in the mixing bowl, hips swaying to the faint music that you turned down to hear dallas over.

dallas scoffed, shaking his head amusedly while he lit a cigarette, eyes flickering up at you every once in awhile. “nothin’.” he muttered, words muffled around his cigarette.

he looked at you, his eyes were empty enough that anybody else would mistake his expression for annoyance, but you knew better. you knew dallas winston better than anybody. and as you danced so freely around the kitchen, like no one was watching you, dallas admired you. you were yourself, in this moment socs and greasers didn’t matter, nothing did. the only thing that mattered to you was getting these ingredients right, and you couldn’t do that with a little dancing.

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“woah, darlin’! someone had a li’l too much sugar, huh?” TWO-BIT laughed as you bounced around. you were like a candle waiting to be blown out, flowing in place but still moving. you were definitely still moving.

you practically vibrated in place, your feet kicked in your seat as you giggled, talking about your day to two-bit. his grey eyes watched you with intent, his own grin painted on his face. sometimes he didn’t pay attention, other times he asked questions just at the right times. even if it was just pure luck, you appreciated his responses even if they were just ‘huh’s or ‘oh!’s.

“what do you think?” you finally stopped ranting, taking a break to ask two-bit once again what he thought.

he paused, taking a second to sip on his can of beer before looking off to the side in thought. then, as quick as it left, his smile returned as he finally laughed.

“i think you need a nap, babydoll.”

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“so what happened next?” STEVE asked, licking the spoon as he sat across from you in the diner as he watched you take a break from talking to devour a milkshake.

you smacked your lips as you swallowed and immediately put up your hand to express yourself further. “she cussed her out!”

steve raised his eyebrows as he broke off another piece of the diner’s famous cake—which he claimed was never better than darry’s yet he was still destroying it.

what you always appreciated about steve was his blind loyalty to you. even if he didn’t understand, his heart was in the right place. he gasped at anything dramatic, but he just loved gossip in general. him and sodapop were like kids around a campfire as they always circled around you while you explained to them the gossip going on around school.

steve watched as you rambled on and on, twirling your hair at certain parts and jumping up in your seat at important ones. by the time you both finished that conversation, your bill was racked up with how long you had took, and the waitresses were rolling your eyes at every “but, did you hear..”

that didn’t matter to you two, though. you just cared about talking to steve, and steve was too busy admiring you to care about anything else.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my favs r fluttershy n rarity but tell me why i’m literally rainbow dash irl

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[heyhihellosworld]

𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁!

Pt 2 Pt 3

Mason Mount x reader

Word count: 4.5k, this is the longest one i've written so far

Summary: A quick bathroom fuck never hurt no one. Right?

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Notes: Had fun writing this but didn't quite turn out the way I wanted. Plus I can't write Jack's accent so just pretend it's his talking lol and also smut is really hard to write so sorry for it, just couldn't skip it

"Oh my" you sighed, shaking your head at your brother. You were sprawled out on the couch, listening to Jack who hadn't stopped ranting for the last thirty minutes.

"Jack, come on man" you laughed, flicking his forehead with your fingers and ignoring his grimace. "I know what to do, I have been to games before. I won't go outside the box in game-time and I will see you later on" you summarized his rant with a pointed expression.

"I know you have, it's just... It was a long time ago and I just want ya to be safe" he sighed, standing up and heading to the kitchen, filling a bottle with water. "And you forgot one thing"

You scoffed at him, leaning your head back against the couch with a sarcastic chuckle "Oh wow, I'm so sorry how could I forget"

"Don't apricate the tone"

You laughed for real this time, meeting his playful eyes from across the room "I won't fuck any of your teammates Jack"

He hummed in appreciation of your words but couldn't help but fill in "any footballers"

"I won't fuck your teammats Jack" you declared, making him grunt "what, no no, no footballers" "That's mean!" you argued but he shook his head

You raised your eyebrows at him in a daring way "Either way you agree with no teammates or I will fuck all of your teammates" you threatened halfheartedly, eyes narrowing at his face.

"Fine" he sighed, giving up. It wasn't like you planned on fucking any of them, at least not tonight but you still felt good having won that small battle.

"Okay well are you ready?" he asked, making you jerk your head up from the couch "What? But it's like three hours to the game" you protested, not being ready at all.

"Well yeah, but if you wanna go you need to go with me and I have to be there in twenty minutes" "Why can't I just take an uber?" you questioned but stood up anyway, you knew this was a battle he would win and you were not ready to go yet. "No, just go get ready" Jack chuckled as you sprinted up the stair of his house. You had moved in with your brother a few days ago after having come home from studying in France for the last three years.

You had always been close, it only being three years between the two of you meant you had grown up really close. So when you announced you wanted to move back to England this year he had opened his home for you immediately, pleading you to live with him rather than your parents until you found a job and arranged a living on your own.

You sprinted to the bathroom, brushing your hair and whipping up some mascara before changing into a simple outfit, a hoodie and jeans since you were gonna wear his shirt later on anyways. Since Jack was always late so you didn't hurry your ass too much but took your time.

When you emerged from the stairs fifteen minutes later he was sprawled out on the couch smiling as you walked towards him, standing up and giving you a side hug. "I really missed you ya know" he hummed a smile taking over your face "well I have missed you to Jack"

He messed your hair around in a loving manner before you both tied your shoes and made your way to his car. He lived close to the arena and considering it was a home game it was only a fifteen minutes drive.

"I bet you'll start on the bench if you'r late" you hummed jokingly "nah, not when I got you with me" Jack grinned "Plus I warned them about it yesterday so don't worry, you won't miss me on the pitch, you will get to live your dream"

You smiled at him, "wow, how nice"

He grinned back at you, he looked just the same he had always done, of course he looked a lil more mature and manly then when he was a kid but not much had changed. He had the same strong face, same long stroppy hair and the same humor and personality. Never failing to make you smile.

"So, what will I do for five hours?" Jack shrugged "I don't know, entertain yourself"

"Are you gonna leave me on a bench?" you joked dramatically but when he shrugged you gasped "Jack Peter Grealish you are not leaving me like that!"

"Don't middle name me"

"Well don't leave me on a bench for five hours then!"

"I haven't done anything yet! We are in the car for fucks sake"

"Okay okay" you giggled "I'm gonna follow you around"

"You can not follow me into the changing room"

"Well fine, I can understand that but otherwise"

"Yeah, yeah, just don't get on ma nerves" he grunted, already regretting talking you into going with him.

"As you bed you lay" you grinned, messing his hair up to his dismay, grimace spreading over his features as he tried to fix his looks before you rolled up to the parking lot. There were already a couple of fans outside, wanting to talk to Jack and he was nice enough to wave his window down, sign some shirts and talk a little to the fans before excusing himself and driving into the private part of the park.

"Okay, behave now" he scolded playfully, your eyes rolling at his manner. "Oi! I saw that!"

You rolled your eyes again with a smile on your lips, ignoring his yelp and climbing out of the car. "Just go in Jack"

You walked after him into the building, he had a meet up with the team and then they walked to the pitch. It wasn't actually five hours but more like two-three hours until kickoff.

You didn't want to actually hang off him all day because you knew he needed to get into his mood as well so you opted to go directly to the arena and climbed up in the middle of the stand. It had been a long time since you were there last. You had grown up with the same passion for football as your brother but had never acted on it. You loved it but you didn't want it to be your job, only your hobby.

You had stopped playing as a teen and then opted to play only for fun in the garden with Jack or someone else when the opportunity came up. Even though you hadn't been here and watched his games you hadn't missed a single one of his since you moved. But you had to admit that sitting here beat the couch. Even empty the atmosphere was awesome.

You studied the players as they walked onto the pitch. It was an awesome game today, City against Chelsea. You didn't know that many players outside of City but Chelsea were a good team that you knew. Plus you had always had an extra eye for a few players at Chelsea.

Soon the players started to tumble onto the pitch. You spotted Jack walking with Phil, humming along each other and laughing, probably a stupid joke of Jack's.

Your air-pods buzzed by the sounds of your playlist whilst you just observed. Soon dark blue clothed players started to come onto the pitch as well, greeting some of the city players before focusing.

You let your eyes fleet around, naming the players you knew by name which was close to everyone. You knew a few of them personally but it was mostly Villa players you had met.

Suddenly your eyes stuck on one of the Chelsea players. He stuck out to you, not because he looked special or weird he just... stuck out. He had headphones on and looked really into his zone. Fair brown fluffy hair stuck out messily around the headphones and he had a slight scruff covering his chin. He was more than handsome.

Your eyes followed him around as he walked, stopping after a while to talk to Jack and a few other City players. You couldn't put a name to his face.

The idea of asking Jack about him traveled into your mind but you quickly waved the idea out of your head. He would never tell you if he got the impression you thought he was good looking.

As you stared at his movements he suddenly looked up at you, meeting your eyes with a concentrated look. You froze in your seat, shit had he noticed you staring. You tried to play it off but didn't move your eyes from him, mirroring the grin he gave you as he had spotted you.

His tongue poked out from the side of his mouth, swiping over his bottomlip before he followed his teammates off the pitch and back down the tunnel.

-

"Hey, you fell asleep?"

Your head snapped around to the tunnel where Jack's head poked out. "No no, just calm here" you hummed

Jack chuckled, nodding. Okay I just wanted to check on you, people are starting to come now so get away from there. We will start warming up in ten"

You nodded, walking down from the stand and into the tunnel where they were already preparing for the public. You squeezed yourself past and walked with Jack into the tunnel. "Hey, can I get coffee?" you pulled your cutest face, blinking at him while he rolled his eyes. "Sure, let me just check they are all dressed" he grunted, leaving you in the stairs. "Fine, come in" Jack gruffed, holding the door open for you into the city area of the building.

You waved trough the opening at the players who all greeted you back before taking a cup and making yourself some coffee while Jack looked at you with crossed arms. You weren't new to his teammates. During your French years you had been home to visit and met most of them. It had become known that where Jack went you went too. He was protective and always wanted to have you under his sight when there were a lot of people around.

"So, in ten minutes it's warm up so you gotta get to the box and please-" "I won't leave the box Jack" you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Calm down, It'll be fine"

"Little Grealish" John grinned, cutting off your conversation with Jack as he engulfed you in a hug "ah hi Stones, how are ya?"

"All good, what about you? Haven't seen you for a long time"

"I'm all good" you smiled "Jack said you moved back here?"

You nodded, sipping your coffee "Yeah, earlier this week, I finished my studies so it felt like the right decision"

"Well that's really nice, maybe I will see you around a little more than?" he grinned making Jack cough beside you "Yeah you sure will" you smiled, not missing the wink he threw you before going back to his seat.

"No" Jack grunted before you had even had the time to look at him. Laughter spilled out of your mouth before you could stop it "What"

"No, not gonna happen he is old plus he is my teammate"

You chuckled, leaning against his side "Don't worry Jack, I'm not into Stones, plus he has a girlfriend"

"Didn't seem to stop him" he grunted "Maybe not but it stops me. You don't have to be so tense Jack. I can take care of myself and I won't sleep with your teammates, I promised"

"Okay, Okay" he sighed, giving up on the argument. "Anyway, I'm just gonna fill this up and then i'll go. Good luck" you smiled, kissing his cheek before shouting a collective good luck and moving to your seat.

It was packed in the stadium already, people bussing for an hopefully exciting game. You smiled as you saw him jog up the pitch in his light blue set. Hair flopping as he ran. But soon your eyes changed direction as dark blue clothed men started to jog into the other half of the pitch.

Your eyes immediately found him, he looked ridiculously hot in his set, hair flopping a little and tongue again poking out from his lips. You noticed he was popular by the way the arena started buzzing as he did something towards them but yet you couldn't put your finger on who he was. You followed City and some national teams but not more than that. It was what you had time for.

The whole game your eyes seemed to fleet back to the brunette. He played really well and you caught yourself cheering when he scored a goal. Stopping quickly as you realized your betrayal.

Jack played really good too, creating a lot on his side and almost scoring a goal.

When the final whistle blew it was 3-2 to City and you cheered as the team waved up to the stands, clapping their hands to thank the public. You quickly slipped down to Jack again, just as he had told you too. All players had gone into the changing rooms so you sat down on the top of the stairs. Resting your back against the wall.

You were kinda tired, it had been an early morning and there was always a lot of tension and excitement during the game, a tension that was let off and left tiredness.

You went on your phone, sighing at all the notifications and shutting it again.

"Are you lost?"

You flinched, almost losing balance at the voice. Your head almost snapped off as you looked at the man who stood on the top of the stairs, looking down at you with a small smirk.

You felt your face heat up as you saw the familiar face of the handsome Chelsea player. "Ah, no" you said, your voice coming out choked and hurried. You cursed yourself, forcing yourself to calm down and act cool despite how ridiculously hot this man was.

"Really because usually fans aren't allowed to be here, how did you even get here?" "Ah you know I just climbed over the wall" you said in ironic voice, loving the smile that lit up his face

"So noticing tre sarcasm I'm guessing you're allowed here"

"Yeah" you breathed "My brother is playing on the team" you clarified making him hum in recognition "I see, i'm guessing city?" he grinned, looking down at your light blue shirt you had pulled on over your hoodie. "Yeah"

"Mase come on man!"

Mason looked back over his shoulder where one of his teammates shouted after him "Ah shit, I need to go. Pleasure to meet you..." "y/n"

"Ah, Mason" he greeted, shaking your hand awkwardly as you chuckled "MASON!"

"I'm coming!"

He bid farewell, jogging out the tunnel to grab something before winking at you as he went past up the stairs and into the changing room again.

You felt as if your whole body flushed as you looked after him, shaking your head at how you were acting. He was a normal human being for fucks sake. Just ridiculously gorgeous.

"Ah there you are" Jack grinned as he walked out into the hall, grinning widely, his hair all dripping wet. "Congratulations" you grinned, hugging him shortly before pulling off, not wanting to get soaked by him. "Thanks" he grinned with his characteristic smile.

"I'm just gonna go get changed then we're gonna go out for a couple of drinks. I can drop you off if you don't wanna go" "Nah, it sounds fun" you assured, meeting his smile as he slipped inside the changingroom again.

--

The club was packed. Sure it was starting to get into evening time but still, pretty early to get to the club in your opinion. Jack had taken you to a McDonald's after whining you were hungry but he had refused to go home so you could change but after downing your meal you were pretty happy regardless.

It was nice in the club, you talked a little amongst his teammates, drank a little until the clock turned to a more decent time where you began drinking for real. The club started getting busier and more and more alcohol went down your throat. Jack was somewhere unknown so you entertained yourself with Ruben. Someone you'd always found ridiculously attractive but you never acted on it, you wouldn't today either but a lil flirting and teasing didn't hurt.

After a little while you excused yourself to the bar, pushing through a lot of bodies to get to the front. You got your drink and turned around with a sigh, leaning against the side of the bar while sipping on it.

"Did someone ditch you here?"

Your eyes flickered up at the voice you somehow remembered it but couldn't place it until you saw that face again, Mason.

You couldn't hide the grin that spread on your face upon seeing him again, grinning lazily at him. "Hello Mason" you smiled

"No one ditched me, I just wanted some more alcohol" you answered, swirling your glass in front of him whilst he hummed.

"What are you doing here?" you questioned, looking over his shoulder to see if any other Chelsea players were there as well but you couldn't recognize anyone.

"Stones told me they were going and I thought why not, it's not too often i'm in manchester" he answered your question. You nodded in understanding, not really clicking it all together.

"So, what did you think of the game?" "Ah really good, good goal too" you hummed, looking into his brown eyes. He looked so good it felt cruel. He had changed into a simple white tee and dark jeans, his hair still visibly dampened but still styled. You let your tongue swipe over your bottom lip whilst keeping eye contact with him seeing his adam-apple bobble as he swallowed.

"Are you drunk?" he questioned making you chuckle "Nah" you grinned, standing up from the leant back position and downing the remainants of your drink before walking past him, grabbing his arm on the way and pulling him out on the floor.

You began dancing in front of his hungry eyes, the alcohol giving you a lot of confidence. He was as tipsy as you were soon joining you by grabbing your hips, looking intently into your eyes as you smirked, grinding into him more and more for every song.

The heat between you was too much, you couldn't miss it and you couldn't miss the way you felt his hardness through his jeans nor the way he did not so subtle ground into your ass every chance he got.

"I would ask you to go home with me but i'm sleeping at a friends" he revealed making you pout your lips in thought. You couldn't take him home to Jack's, not a chance but you couldn't not fuck him either. Your need for him was too much.

Your eyes lit up as you came up with a solution, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom.

He chuckled as you locked the door to one of them. "Really?" he laughed, "Well if you don't wanna fuck me-"

He shut you up by kissing you. His lips hungrily meet yours in a mess of teeth and tongue. You knew it was gonna be a messy and hurried fuck but it was all you needed right now. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your figure and feeling you up desperately.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it slightly as he let out small breathy noises at the contact. Your hands traveled under his t-shirt groaning as you felt his abs under your fingertips.

He broke the kiss only to tug his t-shirt over his head, his hands pushing up your own hoodie to grasp at your breasts. He walked you backwards, hoisting you up on the counter, your head leaning against the mirror as he hungrily kissed up your neck and over your jaw. "You're so sexy" he grunted, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat and up to your jaw again, kissing you hungrily.

You were the one who broke the kiss, grasping at his jeans to hurry things up a little. Let's face it, you were in a public bathroom.

"Okay okay" he chuckled, undoing your pants first before chucking them down your legs and letting them pool on the floor.

His hand moved like on instinct to your pussy, rubbing your clit over the flimsy material. You groaned, tilting your head back, closing your eyes in content. Finally getting what you wanted.

"Hm, that feels good?" he hummed, tone almost lingering on mocking. "Mhm" you moaned, looking at him with warning eyes which he just waved off with a chuckle. You were just about to say something when he gripped your underwear, pulling them off and throwing them next to your jeans.

His fingers created path between your fold, going up and down before two of them slid inside of you. You bit your lip to prevent the moan as he slowly started to move them, hooking them slowly and teasingly against your spot.

"Oh fuck" you groaned, breathing heavily against his ear and eyes threatening to close of pleasure.

Your hand made its way to his jeans, unbuttoning the button and pushing your hand down inside, palming his already hard dick through his boxers. He breathed out a heavy breath, eyelids getting heavy at the relief.

You pushed his underwear off as far as necessary and continued to stroke him, finding it satisfactory how he looked and breathed when you did. He however soon found it necessary to stop you before he would be cumming in your hand.

"Okay, okay" he breathed, pushing your hand away from him. He continued to flick his fingers inside of you a few more times before pulling them out. He pushed the digits into his mouth making you moan at the sight.

He pulled his digits out, chuckling at your reaction with gleeful eyes. His fingers softly brushed a couple of hair strands out of your face as his lips met yours again, this time much softer but still hungry and needy.

You lifted your hips slightly, hurrying him up. He got your signal, grabbing your hips while guiding himself to your opening just as eager as you were.

You couldn't help the moan that left your throat as he pushed in slowly. Your head fell back as your eyes fell closed at the stretch.

"Fuck" you breathed, gripping the edge of the counter harshly, your hips moving on their own to ger yourself used to the feeling of him.

He began slowly, easing you both into it. The alcohol making you both careless and needy, just wanting some sloppy club-bathroom sex.

He soon began to go faster, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, his dick hitting all the perfect spots inside of you with the position you were in. The pace getting more and more desperate for every thrust. "Ah fuck Mason" you groaned, trying to keep your eyes open to watch his reaction as he continued to thrust.

His eyes sparkled in the dim light and his mouth was half-open. Small pants coming out whenever he bottomed out inside of you. He watched your body move, watching how his dick repeatably disappeared inside of you, he watched as your breasts moved and how you bit your lip to not let out the loud moans you had on your tongue.

"Yeah? Feel good?" he hummed, looking cocky at your reactions to his actions. You nodded, not having the energy to put him in his place right now. "Yeah?" he pressed making you roll your eyes "Just shut up and fuck me" you grunted not missing the cocky smile he gave you as he picked up his speed further, thrusting harder into you.

The sound of your skin meeting was loud and you were almost scared someone would hear from outside of the bathroom. You tried to keep your moans in, biting your lip and when it became too much you leaned forward, bracing yourself on his shoulder as you bit the skin where his shoulder and neck met. He let out a slight whine at the mark only speeding up his movements.

"I'm close" he grunted, giving you a heads up. You nodded, kissing up his shoulder and neck while you let one of your hands move between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. You could feel it building in your lower stomach, on the edge of bursting already. Your head felt dizzy and your eyes rolled at the extra stimulation.

"I'm gonna cum" you warned, rutting your hips against him as he groaned, silencing both of you with a kiss, each of you swallowing the others moans as you came down from your highs. You felt almost high, your eyes squeezing close and a lazy smile on your face. You could feel his legs and tummy clench as he came inside of you. Only then did it occur to you that you hadn't used a condom.

Mason seemed to realize the same thing, looking at you and blinking slowly "Did I just cum inside of you?"

You chuckled, leaning your head back against the mirror "It seems like it"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry-"

"I am on the pill, it should be fine" you dismissed, patting his shoulder reassuringly whilst he nodded at you, relief filling his eyes.

He slowly moved to slip out of you resting his forehead on your shoulder while you both tried to regain your breaths. "Maybe we should get out of here" you whispered, letting your lips ghost over his.

He nodded, meeting your eyes with a sweet smile before kissing you slowly, his tongue sweetly intertwining with yours.

When you parted you reached out to grab some paper towels from beside you, cleaning yourself up as he did the same.

He handed you your clothes and you quickly fixed yourself up, untangling your hair with your fingers before you nodded at him.

You stood up from the counter, buttoning your jeans before unlocking the door.

You stopped in your tracks seeing Jack casually leaned back against the wall as if he was waiting for you "Hey, there ya are, I thought you had drunken too much" he grinned

"I-uh" you stuttered, wincing as you felt Mason press into your back, his face snapping up as he saw that you were talking to someone.

Jack's mouth fell open, eyes fleeting between the two of you before he opened his mouth

"Hey! We said no teammates!" he exclaimed, looking at you accusingly.

"He is not your teammate!" You defended looking stroppily at him

"Yes he is!" "What, no he is in Chelsea!" You uttered in confusion. "England y/n, he is in England" Jack spoke calmly, his voice flat as he looked at you.

"Oh fuck"

[captain-mj]

Graves obsessed with Price killing Shepherd VS. Price obsessed with Graves in that suit FIGHT

No but seriously, I'm loving this, thank you for always being the fucking boss when it comes to PriceGraves

I like to think when Graves does find out Price has been jerkin it to him in the suit, he gets offended because that's not even his best suit! So he just casually puts on his best one and takes some definitely not work appropriate photos in it and leaves them on Price's desk as a thank you for killing Shepherd :3

I'm combining like... so many people's asks into this because I got a ton of asks along this idea! I hope everyone likes it <3

Graves knew that Price had killed Shepherd. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Nor did it come as a shock that he found it attractive. Murder was always a good turn on for him.

No, the true surprise of the night was that Price found him attractive in a suit. And that none of his friends (coworkers? Family?? Graves was unsure) were unhappy about this.

Right now, they were trying to do an... intervention? Of some kind? They were currently going over a list of his crimes to date, most of which were stuff they had also done, just framed in a significantly worse light..

Graves was wearing a suit at the moment, having been wearing one for a meeting that he was going to have with Farah and a few higher ups in the Russian government. It was supposed to be just a few things to smooth over everything and she thought his presence might be helpful. Alex would also be there and he was also in a suit. Apparently Gaz had been particularly excited about it. Not excited enough to overlook Price's... interest though.

He was listening to them talk to Price about all of the bad things. They tried to get Alex to pitch in but he just vouched that Graves was a pretty nice guy, just goal oriented. When he had a mission, he didn't stop.

Graves appreciated the comments. He looked at himself, thinking about his much more expensive, much more fitted suit. They had only gotten through Ghost, the least talkative one, in the time that Graves was listening, so he took this as an opportunity.

Graves went back to his room and got redressed. He put on some cufflinks, even added a few rings. This was his chance to maybe get Price as obsessed with him as he was.

They had moved on to Soap who was ranting at length about the fact that Graves shot Soap in the shoulder, which wasn't even correct because technically it was one of his Shadows.

Graves waltzed in, pretending to be fixing his sleeves. "Alex, I think the time zones got me a bit messed up. How long until our meeting?" He glanced at them and he made sure to look... unimpressed.

Price grabbed his jacket and immediately put it in his lap. Graves almost smirked, but instead, he just glanced around at them.

Soap and Gaz looked defeated. Graves wasn't good enough at reading Ghost to figure out his expression. He thought it was acceptance honestly. Ghost had known Price the longest according to what he had heard and he must know what Price looked for.

Graves talked to Alex for another moment, hearing Gaz whisper shout at Price "Really?? You're bricked up right now??"

Alex answered, clearly trying not to smile. "Actually, we should probably go now. We'll be back in two hours, guys."

Graves waved at them and if he made sure to make eye contact with Price, fluttering his eyelashes before leaving, Alex close behind.

Alex waited until they were out of earshot of the two of them. "He's down bad."

Graves smiled. "Yeah... Might have to take him on a date. Think if I treat him somewhere fancy, he'll let me take him home?"

"On the first date?? Probably if you wore a suit."

-

Graves groaned as he came home. The meeting ran late but he was excited to be home to take a shower. He went to take off his jacket before Price cleared his throat.

Graves glanced at him, in the dark, beanie on and in civvies. "Was this what Shepherd saw in his last moments?" He motioned to him.

Price nodded and took a puff of his cigar. "Yeah, it was. Different shirt though."

"Ah..." Graves felt his mouth go dry. He was so hot it made his head dizzy.

"Am I making you nervous, Commander?"

"Not at all, Captain. I'm actually glad I'm talking to you."

Price leaned back and spreading his legs a little more, as if getting comfy. "Really?"

"Interested in dinner with me?"

Price's expression didn't change as he slowly took another drag. He was luckily Graves didn't mind cigar smoke. "I wouldn't mind it."

"There a particular reason you covering your lap right now?"

Price didn't look away. "You're sexy in those suits. You changed on purpose."

"Knew you'd see right through me, even if your team can't." Graves slid his jacket off, not missing the way his eyes lingered. "Be nice to me and I'll wear a suit on our date."

Price laughed softly. "Right..." He stood up and walked closer, clearly looking Graves up and down. They were both too confident. Headstrong. Ambitious.

The sex was going to be mindblowing.

"I look forward to our date, Commander."

"I said dinner. Not a date."

Price's eyes widened a little, reminding Graves of the puppies in commercials. Quickly, he corrected himself. "Of course it's a date, Captain. I'll see you tomorrow night?"

Price nodded but he took a moment to admire the view before leaving.

[lino-nyangi]

𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵 | LMH

wc: 3.3k

warnings: food, reader has a complicated relationship with her birthday, is also insecure of receiving, just some hurt/comfort soup.

note: oh look, i named three fics "sweet something" so i'm gonna pretend to be mysterious and quirky about it and call it a trilogy. after fluff and smut, here comes your order of hurt/comfort. oh you didn't order that? what's that? the chef is just projecting? well too bad, no wonder the service is horribly rated in this bakery.

eight hours.

eight hours separate you from the despised day. the day you were brought into this world. it's one that's usually celebrated, you've learned that much growing up. it wasn't your case though. as far as you're concerned, you've only been a spectator of the celebration part, but never the center of it.

"i'm fine, i don't think much of it anyways. it's just another day." you'd say to your friends, and now your boyfriend. it just didn't mean much. you aged. okay, great. that's one year closer to death, i guess. not to mention something always comes up on that day, be it mildly inconvenient or just down right horrible, keeping you from spending time with friends or even just a peaceful day alone.

you still matched your friends' enthusiasm over their birthdays though. it was a fun occasion, and as a giver type, you loved showing them affection through acts of service and gifts.

it was no different with your boyfriend. you'd been together for a few months when his birthday came around, and so you made sure to celebrate it appropriately. Cat café was the idea you came up with, it couldn't go wrong. and fortunately, he loved it. that itself was a few months now. and it's your birthday this time that's around the corner.

things have slightly changed, or maybe drastically, without the context. you were now living together, which sounds insane considering you've only been together for less than a year. but one thing lead to the other and you ended up releasing the studio you were renting and staying with him instead. it was minho's idea, he suggested it when he saw you struggling to look for a new place. and although you were a bit hesitant at first, sharing the rent fee did not sound like a bad idea at all. not like you had the luxury of other choices at that time.

it's different, but a good kind of different. from the beginning of your relationship, you've had this warm feeling from him. it's unexplainable really, but warm and comforting was the best way you could put it, like he was naturally emitting that kind of energy. and now that you wake up to him every morning, this feeling only intensified.

minho was also a giver type, that much you knew by now. his ideal date would be cooking you dinner and cuddling to a movie after that. he's also very much the "i saw this and it made me think of you." kind of boyfriend, gifting you everything from a nice dress to a small penguin keychain because "it looks exactly like you". but above all of the material things, minho was very affectionate and never afraid to show it to you.

and as much as you loved and appreciated his behavior, it just felt, not right. like the roles were reversed for you. this wasn't how it was supposed to be— he's supposed to be on the receiving end and you the giving. it felt like as much as you gave of yourself to him, minho always seemed to give back a million times more. which sounds great, in theory. but to someone who's not used to receiving, it felt more than overwhelming.

"please don't spend a lot on me."

"i don't deserve this."

"i don't want to be a burden."

are phrases minho's heard before from you. but every time, he would reassure you that it's what he wants to do.

but it wasn't enough. everytime he does something for you, you still get that initial instinct to reject it, to push it back. and now that less than eight hours are left before the clock strikes midnight, announcing the new day, you were legitimately terrified of what he might do.

your boyfriend constantly outdoing you by being a giver with acts of service and gift giving as his love language, your complicated relationship with your birthday, it all was making your head hurt. you've been on edge all day, knowing that he's going to bring it up any second, but nothing prepared you to when the following words left minho's lips in the sweetest voice.

"is there anywhere you want to go on your birthday?"

he leans on the headboard next to you, his head that's resting on the pillow now turned to you in interest.

breathe. just say no. it's not that hard.

"no. i don't want to leave the house." you mutter, contrary to what he was expecting. but minho's understanding, he's a home buddy himself too.

"alright, that's better anyway. do you have something in mind?" he asks again, clearly trying to get something from you that he can have arranged.

but you didn't want anything arranged. nothing. as much as you appreciated his behavior, at this moment, it felt like you were being questioned, and you were scared of disappointing him.

your gaze is down on your propped up knees the whole time. "no. can we... not do anything?" your voice is barely there, probably from the tight knot in your throat and the way you clench your jaw in attempt to hold yourself together.

minho assesses your answer, he's silent for a second. "... anything anything or anything as in not celebrate it?"

you bite your lip, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "... both." you whisper, it's the most you could muster, tears now welling your eyes.

minho closes the the distance between the two of you to kiss your temple. "do you want to talk about it?"

"no."

"okay." his voice is soft, reassuring. you almost feel bad for saying no, but it's the truth. it's not because you don't want to, but you also don't know why you're like this. something tells you to share your frustration with him though.

"i have no idea why so i don't know what to tell you. it just, doesn't feel right." by this point tears start streaming down your cheeks, you can't stop them. minho wordlessly holds you close and listens, his warm touch is all what you need to pour your heart out.

"nothing happened on it, i just— i just would like it better if we pretended it was just another day." you breathe, trying to get your thoughts together, "we can— do things, on other days. just not that one. i don't like it."

"okay." is all he says, but it's... again, warm, like everything about him. you don't feel judged, you don't feel his disappointment in the tone, just acknowledgment and validation. and yet it feels agonizing. he can't be this understanding after you completely ruined plans for the next day.

"sorry." you find yourself blurting.

"for what?"

"just because. in case you were looking forward to it. then i ruined it all."

"i was." he pauses and more silent tears roll down your face as you feel horrible. so horrible. were you stupid? acts of service are his love language. of course he had it in mind. he probably wanted to do something special for the occasion. "but now that i know how you feel about it, what kind of entitlement would i have to do that?"

"no—" you're quick to tell him, you can't have him think he's the one at fault when it's all you. it's you who's asking for special maintenance. "it's not entitlement. it's only... natural that you were. i'm just, like this i guess."

"and i'm okay with that." minho says, heart wrenchingly sweet.

"you don't have to be."

"i want to. that's for me to decide." his tone is firm this time, but it's not the reason you hold your face in your hands to sob. it's because of the way he keeps drowning you in love and validation, things that felt so wrong to receive. but minho doesn't know that, so he panics.

"sorry- did that come off too harsh?"

you shake your head, face buried in your hoodie sleeves as you try to pat the tears that keep flowing dry but to no avail.

"no. no i just— i don't deserve you, min. you're too nice."

"i'm not too nice, you know that." minho chuckles, trying to lighten the mood, "i'm just respecting your boundaries," he ruffles your hair, "—until you decide to bring them down; if that ever happens. if it doesn't, then i'm also okay with that."

all you do is nod against his chest as he presses you close to him, crying out any tears you have left.

—first.

your first birthday with minho goes like a normal day, unexpectedly to you. even though he reassured you the previous night, you still secretly hoped before falling asleep that he didn't do subtle things to make it special. and he doesn't. he even beats you to the shower in the morning, "no way, i got here first." he grumbles as he closes the door, before peeking back at you. "unless you wanna join?" at that time you hadn't gotten intimate yet, so the mere thought of his bare body made your cheeks burn, shaking your head frantically "i'll wait."

—second.

minho brings a small cake home. just a simple cake, no writing, no picture, no candle, nothing. he says the bakery near his workplace— your favorite, was having an interesting sale, so he had to grab one. no birthday wishes either. you just eat the cake while watching anime. even though it seemed risky, minho knew about your love for sweets, so that was a safe option.

you had some grocery shopping to do, which wasn't a lot of fun on a week day after work. so you take the time to go on a walk first, since doing that when your hands are busy holding grocery bags would be too exhausting. on your way, you spot two claw machines on the sidewalk, side to side. they weren't here the last time you walked on this street.

"can we play?" you turn to him, suddenly intrigued by the games.

minho nods with a hum, before approaching the machines with you. "you don't have to ask me."

"i do," you bury a hand in your pocket to find your purse. "it's your time. and we still haven't gotten to the store."

"my time is your time." minho says, already paying for his.

his answer makes you turn to him. "we both need the groceries, don't we?" he tilts his head.

he's right. you also need them, yet chose to stop. it's not like you're wasting his time, it's both of yours time. and as long as it was spent together, minho didn't care.

you both try your shot, and after three tries you realize you're horrible at it. meanwhile, minho is successful at winning a small cat plush from the second attempt.

"so cute" you mutter, eyes glued to the toy and subconsciously reaching your hand towards it, but he yanks it away from your reach.

"mine."

"i just want to feel it."

"don't wanna." he says like a stubborn child, a grin soon spreading on his face at the way you pout and lower your hands defeat.

he gives it to you after a few minutes of walking though.

"i thought you didn't want me to touch it." you grumble.

"keep it, he will just sit on our bed later anyways." he shrugs, meaning that it's both of yours anyway.

our bed. it's ridiculous how such a thing still makes your heart skip a beat when you've shared a bed for over a year now. maybe it was the way minho made it sound so natural, how everything of his is automatically yours, and vice versa.

—third.

the whole day goes normal. no gifts either. minho always made sure to give you whatever gift he was planning for your birthday either before or after it by a week or two. you're making dinner together in the kitchen when he tells you to watch over the pot while he checks on the fuss the cats are making.

"you wanna come too?" after a short while, you hear his soft voice and realize from the tone he's talking to one of the felines.

your head turns instinctively to him, and he's stepping into the kitchen with a small cake held carefully between both of his hands. one candle is on it this time. but nothing else. you don't register how, but you start crying, just silent tears streaming down from your eyes like an open faucet as you watch him walk closer to you. he's not singing or anything. just smiling at you, occasionally glancing down to dodge the cats by his feet.

"what's this?" you ask. it was a dumb question, obviously you knew what that was, but nothing else that made sense came to mind at that moment.

"you said you wanted this cake. and they had it." minho states simply, like he's reminding you of a conversation you already had.

"huh?"

then you remember. it was actually a conversation you had two days ago. about how you were craving your favorite chocolate raspberry cake. the bakery near minho's workplace made it the best, but it wasn't always available. just as the words left your mouth though, a tight feeling in your chest reminds you he might want to make it your birthday cake. "i'll check if they have it during this week. no promises though, it's very rare." but his nonchalant answer washes the worry away.

oh. so it wasn't for your birthday.

what you don't know though, is that minho did get in contact with the bakery to get a custom one made. but you'll be just fine not knowing that detail, he thinks.

"blow out the candle. and don't forget to make a wish."

"why is there a candle in the first place?"

he shrugs, "couldn't say no to a free candle. now hurry."

you look down at the cake that's sitting on the counter now, the small thin candle melting quickly and giving you little time to process everything that's happening.

make a wish. for what exactly? eternal happiness? to not miss the train the next morning? a car??

there would've been many things that you could think of if given enough time. but none of them seemed nearly as important as one. even though you weren't sure it even counted, considering how vague it was.

just as your eyes flutter open after blowing the candle, minho's head is over your shoulder.

"what'd you wish for?" he asks jokingly; like a nosy sibling, not really expecting you to answer with anything other than laughing, or a "that's not how it works."

"for this feeling. to feel this exact feeling forever."

"and what is it?"

"i don't know. but it feels... warm. and right." you turn to him, "you feel right."

he kisses your temple. "then that's a promise from me."

—fourth.

you're outside this time, walking around the park with a small cardboard box of mini cake. it wasn't the most convenient thing, but you couldn't wait until you found somewhere to sit. you're just chatting lightly, giggling at the jokes exchanged.

"is it your birthday?" a kind stranger approaches, probably to give you wishes, seeing the flower crown on your head and the funfetti cake in your hand. your voice gets stuck in your throat for a second, but minho thankfully beats you to answering.

"no, she just loves cake." he smiles politely at them before turning to you, his smile only getting wider when you giggle, joining you in your fit of laughter.

the flower crown is later discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor, after minho asks you to prove that you still love him more than all the cake he treats you to. you do that of course, by offering yourself to him— body, heart and soul, just like every time you made love before.

—fifth.

"tomorrow's my birthday." he freezes. your sentence takes minho off guard, but he tries not to show it, giving you nothing but a hum of acknowledgment. he's still not sure how you want him to respond to this.

"we're getting cake, right?"

"of course."

"your treat." he hums in agreement, then pauses; nervous, before muttering an unsure "anything else you want to do?" he could be ruining everything he's built up until now for all he knows.

"mhm." you nod at him. "there's this cute workshop i saw on instagram where you can make bracelets. i want to go there."

"okay. we'll go then."

the workshop turns out to be really fun, they have all sorts of beads and charms you could use. the instructor is kind enough to guide you through the simple but tricky process. after you're done with your selection of colors and shapes, he demonstrates the way you thread in the first few beads, until you get to the center.

"it's optional, but here you can add your initials, a date, or just a simple charm. anything you would like to commemorate?"

minho's hesitant to answer first this time, glancing at you. your head shoots up from the bracelet in progress in your hands, an excited smile on your face as your eyes sparkle.

"today's my birthday!"

the instructor gives you a polite smile back. "oh, happy birthday. we're glad to have you guys celebrate it here in our shop."

you just turn to minho. celebrate. that's a word you were terrified of until a year ago, when you started slowly getting in terms with it. now it makes your heart flutter. because of minho. because of how he made it feel right to celebrate. to have something special, regardless of the fact that it was your birthday. from a despised day, to a little cake special day, to something you look forward to. a day that was made special on your own terms, and then linked to your birthday— like it's a happy coincidence.

you pass by the infamous bakery for a cake and they immediately recognize minho as a loyal customer. when he tells them you're the culprit behind his recurring visits, and that it's your birthday, they are kind enough to offer a few extra macarons with your order.

—sixth.

"happy birthday, you cake monster." minho says, tugging the silly cone shaped hat on your head as you're busy filling your face with the pastry. a incoherent grumble through pouted lips is all he gets in response because of how full your mouth is, making him giggle.

"okay, my bad. not monster, you're just very passionate about your cake."

"don't interrupt my cake time."

"or else what?" he taunts with an amused smile.

you narrow your eyes at him, "i would sell you to satan for an extra slice."

"you have cream on your fingers, messy." minho nags, ignoring what you just said and lifting your hand to lick it off, close to where the silver ring sits comfortably for a few months now.

he sighs, "and all over your face." before leaning in to kiss it away.

"kindly get a room." jeongin grimaces, shifting both of your attention to him.

"do you want to lose your invitation to the wedding?" minho warns him, making the youngest raise his hands in defeat before joining the rest of the boys playing different games in the arcade.

it's been six years and you still get the same warm feeling from minho. only now you have a better way to put it other than warm. it was the feeling of being loved, of being cherished and looked after. lee minho was so full of love. and he made sure to show it to you every day, keep you feeling warm every day, forever, just like he promised.

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[genshindreamer]

The story of you (aka, your birth)

Reblongs are greatly appreciated ❤️

Tw: Birth (non-graphic), Descriptions of pregnancy, Babies, cheesy love stories, alluding to some sexual themes but nothing graphic, slight Angst in Xiao and Scaramouche, artifical insemination? in Albedo, amputee! Gorou, mentions of reader having ears and a tail in Gorou's, Dottore is honestly his own warning, mentions of Afab/Amab things but you can always decide!

Key: (y/n) your name, (e/c) eyes color, (h/c) hair color, (m/n) Mothers name.

Kaeya

You had been a...happy accident between Kaeya and his (at the time) secret girlfriend. He didn't want the public prying at his beautiful significant other and putting her in danger.

But one thing in his office lead to another.

It was valentines day leave him alone he just wanted to love his gf is that a crime? >:(

Needless to say, he ended up having to come clean to Jean first. She smiled, happy for him.

Then, he told Diluc, who...gave a forlorn sigh, but Kaeya almost swore he saw a faint smile on "Uncle Lucy's" face.

Kaeya stuck with her through everything when he could, even if he did leave, he never was gone for very long, especially as her womb swelled to contain his little son/daughter.

He was happy and loved to spoil (m/n)and of course the child that ceaselessly squirmed within.

Of course, you had the absolute worst timing, deciding to break your water right as the storm hit (thanks sweetie!)

Luckily, it wasn't so bad yet he couldn't get your mother to a clinic where he then waited 13 hours for any sort of update.

"You'll wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing..." Diluc half scolded his brother, even if he couldn't blame him. Yes, he said brother. They...with some influence of Kaeya's Girlfriend, had tried to rekindle their brotherly bond. It wasn't fully healed, but it was better.

Kaeya felt himself stop. "But my darling is in there in pain and I have to wait out here..." He growled in annoyance.

"Sit down." Diluc rolled his eyes, pretending he was not also anxious.

A small eternity passed and a nurse poked her head out of the room, inviting Kaeya inside.

Kaeya walked over to his lovely girlfriend, who was absolutely exhausted, hair messy, face sweaty, and Kaeya never thought she was more perfect.

"Kaeya..." She breathed out and he kissed her forehead before focusing on the bundle in her arms. He gave a small smile and held his hand out for you to grasp.

You opened your baby blue eyes (Kaeya secretly hoped they'd inherit his s/o's (e/c) eyes.) And looked at his finger and grasped it with your chubby hand.

It was then, Kaeya cried.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Diluc

Diluc had met your mother after he saved her one night as batman the dark knight hero.

It took a while, but he finally decided to ask her to a dinner.

Now, 4 years later, they were married. Of course, Diluc was a busy man, but he always made time for (m/n).

They had been tossing around the idea of having a baby, so while they stopped using protection, they also weren't nessesarily actively trying. They just decided to let nature take its course.

It took about another year for them to conceive, oh but when they did, Diluc was simply overjoyed woth his love.

It had taken him a long time to get there, but he was finally ready to do this.

Nine months later, on a day that started like any other, he kissed his partner awake and rubbed her swollen womb affectionately.

Well, until a few hours later when he noticed she was cringing a little longer than usual, and a little more frequent.

"Are you alright, desrest?" Diluc asked, looking up from the paperwork he was filling out.

"I'm fine..." his lover replied.

"You don't look that way. You've been like this for a while now. Should I grab the midwife?"

"Probably would be best..." (m/n) concluded.

Nodding, Diluc called for the maids to get his love ready while he departed.

It had been a relatively short Labor and Delivery, only about 6 hours start to finish. A small blessing.

"They're so beautiful..." your mother gushed.

Diluc nodded, looking at the little baby in his wife's arms. You were bald at the moment, which Diluc found adorable.

He kissed your forehead and collected you in to his arms. "I swarming, (y/n), I will protect you with my life..."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Zhongli

It took Zho gli a long time to find a mortal partner, who wouldn't care or blow his cover when he inevitably told them about his past.

Luckily, after about 10 years of living as a Mortal, he found a maiden who caught his eye.

I'll spare you the very romantic, very long courtship.

5 years after that, they got married, and 2 years later, they fell pregnant.

Zhongli had been concerned. After all, he wasn't sure how his normal form would affect your mother. Thankfully, it seemed fairly similar to most pregnancies that involved an adeptus and a mortal, and not an egg or anything like that.

He wasn't expecting quite that long of a wait however. Since he became mortal, time felt slower to him, likely because he was just living in the moment.

Regardless, you arrived on a pleasant night, actually right on your due date, amazingly enough.

"Okay, (m/n), one last big push." Madam Ping said.

Zhongli held his beloved's hand, letting her apply as much pressure as need be. "You're doing great, dearest." He encouraged in a smooth tone.

"I don't get how you're so calm you bastard!"

Zhongli just hummed and brushed some sweat from her face and watched with interest as Madam Ping caught the baby.

"It's a boy/girl." The elderly adeptus said.

Zhongli made sure (m/n) was all right before walking over to you as Madam Ping just finished cleaning you off. Zhongli, naturally, began rocking a bit as he held you in his hands. He may or may not have crying.

"You gonna share?" Your mother teased as Zhongli walked over and handed you to your mother, both parents smiling at you proudly.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Xiao

Xiao...still had a hard time believing he was lucky enough to have found (m/n). In fact, it still felt almost like a dream.

When he had first found out she had gotten pregnant, Xiao was not proud of his next actions, but he left. For 3 months. Simply unable to process this information

He had been alone for so long, and suddenly he was everything he swore he'd never be. A father? Him? With all his debt?

When he did return, he held a bouquet of flowers he had handpicked from Cloud Retainers Domain and shyly presented them to your mother.

After that, he was there everyday he could be, and he was never gone for long, if he left at all.

You decided to make an...inconvenient entrance into the world, breaking your water about 3 weeks early and when Xiao had been dragged out by (m/n) to go out to eat.

You didn't even let him finish his tofu!

He had been hesitant to be there for your proper birth, not becuase he didn't WANT to be there, he just was worried it would trigger something in him.

But he stuck it out seeing how in pain your mother was.

Finally, after many, many complications, you finally came

"Wh....Why aren't they crying? Don't babies usually cry?" Your mother panted out. Her face pale as the doctors hastily stitched her up, not saying anything. "Xiao, Xiao please..." She cried.

Xiao turned to her and cradled her in his arms. "I'm sure he/she's fine." He said to her in a surprisingly gentle voice.

You just had to be.

It took a while, but a doctor finally came in with a bundle of blankets. (M/n) took you in her arms.

"It was touch and go for a minute, but we got them." The doctor said and Xiao focused his attention on you.

He ran his finger along your chubby cheek.

"See? I told you they'd be fine."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Kazuha

He had met your mother while he was on one of his many adventures throughout the lands.

She had been playing the harp by a waterfall in Mondstat, and needles to say, Kazuha was smitten with this....faerie.

And now, this Faerie was his wife.

He wrote poems for you everyday, and he'd recite them to you, everyday, as well, even when you were barely inside your mothers womb.

You arrived into this world the same day they had met, just 3 years later.

(M/n) was laying on the floor of their house, holding Kazuha's hand. She had wanted to home birth you, to keep it as natural as possible. And Kazuha, despite not fully being on board, agreed. So long as they got a proper Doctor.

They had done everything needed to make this as painless as possible. Of course, it wasn't without pain, and there were times she'd yell or groan, but she seemed in her element.

Kazuha found it...almost peaceful in a way, just his wife bringing a little miracle into this world.

The peace was broken by a wailing.

Kazuha smiled and helped his wife sit up, proping her on his chest as she was handed you. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist as she held their son/daughter.

Kazuha smiled and kissed you're forehead.

"Welcome to the world, my little flower..." He whispered to you.

And sure, your parents were a bit on the crunchy, holistic side, but they'd never do anything that wasn't in your best interest, they loved you to bits!

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Venti

How this man became a father is anyone's best guess.

Fatherhood just wasn't something he had envisioned for himself. He didn't like being tethered to one place very long, and this did include partners.

(M/n) was just a friend, a friend with benefits, that is.

There had been wine exchanged and one thing led to another. Nothing unusual.

Until it was.

When Venti found out about you, he wasnt...unhappy, but also wasn't bouncing for joy.

He decided, however, to stay around. At least until you were born, after all, he was an archon.

And he did find himself growing fond of you, and him and your mother remained good friends.

But that's all they were.

You cane during the Windblume festival, much to Venti's amusement.

Venti held (m/n)'s hand, letting her squeeze as needed. He offered words of encouragement, excited to see you!

Finally, you began crying and venti was relived to see you weren't just a windspirit, but actually looked human.

He looked down at his baby and blew wind on your face playfully. He giggled hearing you giggle and held you in his arms. Unbeknownst to your mother, he wrapped his hidden wings around you as well.

Maybe he'd stay around just a little longer.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Albedo

Albedo had been working his lab when (m/n) brought up the topic. He mentally sighed. He knew she so desperately wanted a baby, but he just simply wasn't capable of producing ehat she needed for that to work.

It had been the only major point of contention in their otherwise peaceful marriage.

It's not that Albedo didn't want w child with his love, he just didn't know how.

So he decided to go about it a different way. He took some of his DNA and made it into a few little Sperm thanks to Alchemy, and implanted them in your mother, not fully expecting them to take.

But one did.

And he smiled softly seeing his lover practically become the sun itself from how happy she was.

He checked on you two every couple of weeks, worried about you.

But his worries were always unfounded. He wrote ezrensive notes, detailing your every movement and how much he loved you.

When you came, Albedo had insisted in Delivering you himself.

"Doing alright?" He asked his lover, looking up at her.

"Hurts..." She said softly.

"Hurts how?" Albedo asked, his worry steadily growing. He walked over to her and held her hand.

"Everything hurts..." She whined and buried herself in his shoulder and he Pet her hair. His hand ran down, resting on her stomach and feeling it tense, then rest for a minute, before tensing again.

"Alright. Let's get you sat down." Albedo said, picking her up and bringing her to the bed he had made just for this occasion.

He put his expirsment in a stasis and encouraged (m/n) for hours.

About 12 hours later, you cane into this world screaming, And Albedo quietly shushed you as he swaddled you tightly. His chest was filled with a warmth he never rely experienced before.

He rested you in your mother's arms and he looked at you fondly. His chest still had that warm, fuzzy feeling.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Itto

How Itto managed to make it this far was anybody's guess

In fact, he wasn't even sure how he got (m/n) to even be his girlfriend, let alone for 3 and a half years!

The two were practically already married, but the "M" word, was a daunting prospect for the both of them. So they never did.

When she told him she was pregnant, he was naturally worried, but after a while, he warmed up to the idea.

And by a while, I mean 5 minutes.

Itto would prattle on and on about all the trouble you two would cause, making (m/n) and Shinobu sigh dramatically.

And Itto, bless him, was kind of dumb to everything.

But that also made his reactions when you kicked, so pure!

Or when your moms water broke and the man had a bit of a crisis, as if he just now realized what was happening.

So Shinobu, brought your mom to the hospital.

Itto barged into the room, with some flowers that looked as though they had been slightly damaged on the way in the Oni's haste.

"I'm here (m/n)!" He said.

You began crying from the loud noise and your mother gave a scolding look but shushed you gently.

"Oo....sorry..." Itto whispered, putting the flowers in a vase and pouting as they drooped down sadly.

(M/n) rolled her eyes fondly and gestured for him to come closer. "What to hold them?"

Itto nodded so fast you almost couldn't even see the motion.

(M/n) smiled and put you in your fathers...well I would say arm but Truthfully you more or less fit into his hand and then some of his wrist.

And Itto...was not ashamed to admit he probably cried more than you for like a month straight, becusse he was just so lucky!

Bless him.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Ayato

You were the product of an arranged marriage.

Ayato finally had run out of time and so he had to pick somebody, and that ended up being a member of the Kujou clan.

The two got along, but they didn't really love each other, not at first.

And so...Ayato refused to bring an Heir into a loveless marriage, so he opted to wait until both he and

(m/n) rolled over one morning/evening/night and said the three little words, genuinely.

It took about 4 and a half years, but they finally said those three little words at Thoma's wedding during the dance.

That night, they made sweet love under the stars.

And you entered their lives.

Ayato was absolutely smitten with you, even when you were no larger than a berry.

You came 9 months, to the day, of their first 'I love you'

"Are you well, my dear?" Ayato asked softly once he was finally allowed in the room after what had to be the most painful 17 hours of his life. Of course, not as painful as it must have been for (m/n).

"I've been better, but also never been happier." (M/n) said, gently looking at you.

Ayato walked in and sat in thr chair, looking over at you and running his fingers through your soft (h/c) locks.

"So beautiful..." Ayato said, his voice in awe.

(M/n) smiled softly and looked at you and her husband.

"Donyou have a name in mind, my dear?" Ayato asked.

"I was thinking (y/n)."

"It suits him/her)."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Childe

First of all, this man, is a family man.

That being said, he had met your mother when he had been undercover.

With La Signora out of the picture, Childe had been the one nominated to dress as a woman at this party.

And your mother had been one of the other women there, and Childe made his way over.

He ended up learning she was just a farm.girl who had gotten invited to a party way out of her league.

So Childe was living that Farm lifestyle with her. And as things grew more serious between them, he built a safe house for him.and her, a place where they could be with each other, undisturbed.

Which is how you come along.

Childe had just returned from a 10 month long, no-contact, overseas voyage.

So needless to say, he was quite shocked when he came home and found his darling with a baby.

"(M/n), I'm home~" Childe called out as he slipped off his boots and jacket, relaxing now that he was finally home where it was safe for a but, maybe he could actually sleep tonight.

It was then he noticed the house had some new furniture in it, but didn't think anything of it, after all, he knew family on both sides was always expanding. So he didn't question the various kid and baby objects laying around.

Well, until he saw you, dressed in a cute set of cow print footie pajamas and being gently rocked by (m/n).

He arched a brow, slowly putting 2 and 2 together.

"(M/n)...is that...?" He didn't finish, just walking closer and closer to you two.

She nods softly and looked at him. "Yeah. This is your son/daughter, (y/n).

Childe felt his heart stop as he looked at you before slowly taking you in his arms.

"I csnt believe I missed it..." He said softly. "All of it...." He began to softly cry.

"Hey, you didn't know, and I couldn't have told you anyways." (M/n) consoled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "They were born yesterday."

Childe just swallowed and held you protectively. He swore he'd be around from now on.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Thoma

He had been dating (m/n) for years now. It had been long distance for some time as she had gotten locked out of Inazuma and could not get back in.

Needless to say, when she found out what the Shogun did to her lover....Thoma more or less had to put her on house arrest so she didn't go and kill the Shogun herself.

And honestly...that's probably how this happened.

When they found out about you, Thoma was elated and would talk about it to anyone who would listen. Or not listen. Either way, he talked about you.

Of course, Ayaka and Yoimiya declared themselves your unofficial aunts and would come over often to help (m/n) out around the house.

And of course, when you came, as per the rules in Inazuma, he was not allowed to be in the room for the birth.

But Ayaka was, while Yoimiya kept Thoma company and calm.

It had been 7 hours already, and they were some of the longest hours. He's ever had to live through, hearing his sweetheart scream in agony. But then.. it stopped.

Ayaka stepped out with a warm smile on her face. "You want to come in?"

Thoma, nodded, almost stupidly, making the girls giggle as he walked inside trading places with Ayaka.

He saw his darling, sweaty and tired, and he fell in love all over again. His eyes finally drifted down to a bundle of blankets that was currently busy eating their first proper meal.

He chuckled softly and sat on the chair. He watched you suckle and he kissed her forehead. "You did good." He told her softly.

(M/n) grinned softly and held you close.

Finally, you pulled away and Thoma took you in his arms and out you on his shoulder to burp you and let your mother get a chance to sleep. He twisted his head and kissed your back as that was all he could reach at the moment.

"Welcome to Inazuma..." He said softly.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Gorou

Oh this poor man was NeRvoUs

But before that, let me tell you a tragic tail Tale

You see, Gorou had been caught in a rather unfortunate situation that involved the Fatui and protecting Kokomi.

He doesn't remember the details, but he does remember waking up and realizing he was missing a few body parts.

You know, like a leg, and an arm, both things one needed to be a decent soldier, and so, Kokomi forced strongly encouraged him to take an early retirement.

And he did. And he was miserable.

Then, (m/n) entered his life.

And she was his light, his everything.

So they naturally got married :D

About 2 years later Gorou finally worked up the courage to bring up thr subject of kids.

And (m/n) was all too happy to oblige.

But that didn't stop him from being Anxious.

What if you got bullied in the future because of him? What if you were scared of him? What if he couldn't comfort you becuae his prosthetic was cold?

Usually, (m/n) was able to snap him out of it.

Which brings us to today

Gorou had been waiting anxiously for what flet like a small eternity. And in a way, it was, about 22 hours. He wasn't allowed in, much to his annoyance.

But he supplied he probably didn't want to see what was happening on that end anyways.

So he waited, and waited.

Until finally a full day later, your poor mother, Finally gave birth to you after a extremely long Labor.

He walked inside and his ears perked up and his tail started to wag, and he walked in as quietly as he could, cringing at the squeak of his leg. To his relief, you didn't wake up.

He sat down and after a second took off his prosthetic leg as he doubted he'd need it.

He finally nuzzled (m/n) and then turned to you and did the same, admiring your small, floppy ears. They would more than likely start to move back up after you got older to be standing like his.

(M/n) smiled softly. "Isn't he/she adorable?" She cooed.

"Yeah..." Gorou said, breathless.

Your mother smiled and gently placed you in your fathers arms and he damn near dropped you, but managed to hang on, even with his nervous shaking.

"H-hey (y/n), it's me...daddy..." He said in a shaking voice.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Scaramouche

Scaramouche was a man with many regrets.

One of his biggest, was that he was not there for you for 3 whole years.

When (m/n) told him she was pregnant, an argument broke out between them and Scaramocuhe stormed off.

Ironically, it wasn't until he saw Tartaglia of all people being so...happy with his baby, that Scaramouche felt those stabs of longing. He had that once, and he had just tossed it away like a coward.

He went to where he knew (m/n) lived in Inazuma and peered in the window, seeing her reading a story to a toddler with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.

And he broke. And he left, again. But every night, he'd visit and watch.

He didn't want to put you in danger, but one night, (m/n) looked out the window and was surprised to see Scaramouche.

"Come on, get inside. It's raining out there..." (m/n) frowned.

Scaramocuhe faltered. Did he dare? Should he?

(M/n) sighed and pulled Scaramouche inside and just held him for a moment. Scaramocuhe hesitantly wrapped his arms around her in return.

".....I'm sorry..." He finally said in a soft voice. It was rare anyone got an apology from him.

She just nodded. "I know." She said. She took his hand and lead him further into the house, his heart racing as he finally peered at the sleeping toddler.

"This is (y/n), our son/daughter." (M/n) said softly and Scaramouche swallowed thickly and hesitantly reached down and brushed your bangs from your face.

(M/n) smiled softly and left you and Scaramouche alone.

He stayed kneeled by your bed and finally took your hand in his and closed his eyes as he listened to your quiet little breaths.

Not much was said that night, he just watched you, and hated himself for daring to leave.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Dottore

Who let this man become a father???

He wasn't exactly known for his...excellent treatment of Chidlren after all. Or other people for that matter.

(M/n) was the only woman crazy enough to actually stick around for long, and he had been intrigued by her, so he kept her around.

They weren't exactly friends, they weren't exactly lovers, they didn't exactly hate each other. They just...existed together and occasionally had sex.

You were the product of the ONE time your mother forgot the pill.

Dottore offered her a choice, but she chose to keep you. Why? They didn't know.

Dottore usually had one of his clones look after her, while he stayed in his lab and worked.

They just continued their odd relationship.

(M/n) forced Dottore to promise that he'd leave you out if his expiraments.

And....he agreed, telling himself it was becusse he didn't want to deal with a hormone fueled rampage and not becusee he actually maybe cared about his spawn.

On the day you came, he and (m/n) were having a surprisingly tender moment.

She had been in pain all day, and Dottore (the man himself, not one of his clones) just...sat there, and held her, albeit awkwardly. He rested his head on hers and ran his fingers through her hair. The two didn't say anything to each other.

Well, until a hiss of brain broke the silence again and she tightend her grip on the Hanringer before willing herself to relax.

Dottore almost glared at her before stopping himself and just rubbing her back instead.

"It hurts..." She huffed out.

"I know." He said, and a silence filled the air again before she hissed in pain again.

Dottore finally looked at her and helped her up and down to his lab, away from his expiraments however. They didn't say anything to each other as Dottore set up what he needed.

She still had a while to go, but she wasn't doing so hot at the moment and Dottore let her hold his hand.

Occasionally, he'd say something encouraging to her and would maybe even wipe sweat from her brow or rub her back. He even was nice and put an epidural in her before the worst of it.

He hand delivered you himself and he cleaned you off. It wasn't unusual for him to be covered in blood or guts, even from children, but here he was, holding his own. He studied your features before swaddling you and holding you for a while since your mother had passed out after you came.

He held you and watched as you grabbed his finger with your chubby little hand, and he allowed himself one (1) rare smile as he relaxed back and held you against his chest.

When you began to cry, he quietly shushed you. "Do keep your voice down, (y/n). Don't wake your mother up. You gave her hell as is." He scolded in a whisper but he just kept rocking you.

Hmm....(y/n), where had that come from? He shrugged it off and just held you close while he watched your mother sleep, ignoring the odd feeling in his chest.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Thats all for me folks! If you see any spelling errors please let me know so I can fix them asap. I gave it a once over but that doesn't mean anything with me tbh.

Also, if you want to be added to a tag list for this please let me know!

[dinsverdika]

So... I was scrolling down on Instagram and I stumbled across a post about the "who did this to you?" trope. My mind went straight to wolfwren so I came up with this short fic. Below the cut.

"Who did this to you?" asked Shin as her thumb slid over an old wound in the middle of Sabine's back. 

Sabine took a few seconds before answering, "I don't think I even remember," she replied, "it's been so long." 

Shin's eyebrows furrowed as she inspected Sabine's back, the blue light of the moon casting through the blinds of her room's window. "You've got many wounds," she stated, "what's the point of having armour?" 

"Its purpose is to prevent worse injuries than a superficial wound," Sabine retorted. "At least, my vital organs are mostly safe," she added, tapping on her chest where her chestplate should've been. She only was wearing a bra band and a loose pair of trousers which Shin had lent to her. She was sitting on the edge of Shin's bed while this one was kneeling on the mattress behind her. Her fingers had been tracing the curves of her back, making sure to remember which spots made the Mandalorian woman shiver. 

"I don't like it," Shin finally said. 

"What don't you like?" Sabine asked. 

"That people have hurt you in the past." 

Sabine couldn't help but chuckle, "so are we really gonna pretend as if my most serious wound wasn't of your doing?" 

She turned her head around and met Shin's gaze. The humour drained off Sabine's features as Shin looked back at her seriously. Shin's blue eyes pierced right through her brown ones. Her intense gaze always managed to make her heart skip a bit before it began beating at a rapid pace; as if it was trying to overcompensate for the missed beat.

"What?" asked Sabine. No words were leaving Shin's mouth, her gaze remaining on her. "That's what happens when you don't wear armour," she reminded her. "Also, I was definitely out of practice." 

Shin was still staring at her, wearing her nerves raw. 

"Can you say something?!" she asked again. 

Instead of answering, Shin swiftly locked her lips with hers, swallowing Sabine's surprised sound. Sabine barely had the time to register what was happening that Shin had already leaned away from her, leaving Sabine with the phantom feeling of the recent kiss on her lips. 

Shin was avoiding her gaze now, focusing her attention back onto the purple-haired woman's back. Sabine turned her head back around, focusing her own attention on the wall facing her. Quietness settled once more between them. 

A few minutes of silence passed by. The shadows on the walls moved slowly as the moon rose in the sky. Shin was sitting on the balls of her feet, engrossed in her task of inspecting Sabine's back. Her touch was featherlight, Sabine couldn't help but wonder if she was even touching her and was not just using the Force. She could feel her touch through the sore muscles of her back, easing the tension out and turning them into cotton. 

It was a nice feeling. She could definitely get used to Shin's tenderness. Yet, she knew that once they were out of her room, the mask would come back on, spite coming back at full strength as if it had never left.

"You're…" began Sabine, breaking the silence, "it's difficult to understand you sometimes." 

Sabine was left with no response again, she sighed. She chose to take it easy on herself and appreciate the moment for what it was: vulnerability. For the both of them. She was barely dressed with the woman who had tried to kill her and the said woman was showing… remorse? 

"Is that what that was?" thought Sabine. 

Sabine let out another sigh, wasn't she supposed to take it easy on herself? 

She was getting sleepy, too. She nodded her head, shaking her thoughts away. Questions and difficult emotions could definitely be left unattended for a few more hours… She won't get the answers she so adamantly craved tonight. There was no point in ruminating over it. Shin was doing a great job at taking her mind away from things, too. So she just let her. 

What harm could it cause? 

[gougarfem]

how was the process of getting a dumbphone!

oh my god this is something i'm so excited to talk about, sorry it took me so many months to respond!

getting a dumbphone improved my quality of life so so much. i knew my screentime was high, but didn't realise it was a genuine psychological addiction until i quit. the first few days were extremely rough. time seemed to pass about ten times slower, and i was forced to fill the hours with various hobbies and activities. i know we all love to tell people to touch grass, but i really did have to connect with nature and it did wonders for my mental health.

i think for the first three days i was constantly restless and horribly irritable, looked around for my phone every few minutes, felt intense boredom and even cried a few times lol. your addiction may not be as extreme as mine was and this varies from person to person. however, after about a week i realised i remembered everything i'd done each day, because it was filled with intentional activities and little moments of peace rather than a blur of scrolling. i also wasn't on adhd meds yet, which is something i'll talk about in another post.

not having everything at your fingertips is uncomfortable, but (and it's a cliche) you really start to appreciate the world around you more. i looked forward to spending time with my family, because it filled time and i wasn't half-involved in my phone the entire time. i use an mp3 player to listen to music, and uploading music to it is a meaningful and interesting activity, rather than just shuffling a playlist. i listen to whole albums instead of being flooded with dopamine from spotify firing recommended songs at me. i appreciate music more, i make CDs for friends, i have to be intentional in discovering new artists and music. if i'm having an interesting conversation online, i look forward to going home and logging onto my laptop to continue it. i don't spend my commute, time in class, or time with friends texting somebody else. everything feels more intentional, spaced out, and interesting, even the things i do online.

i also found i stopped performing in every activity i did. i stopped thinking about whether i could post it to instagram or instantly send a picture in a discord server. i started picking up new hobbies for myself, not for an online audience, and living in the moment more. this is really important in the modern age, although again uncomfortable.

the best part was how my connections with others increased through having a dumbphone. i started calling friends rather than messaging on five platforms at once, and they started reciprocating. my message threads are continuous, coherent conversations, rather than sending memes. people realised they have to intentionally reach out to me, and i lost relationships with people who weren't interested in that, but strengthened connections with people who did put in the effort (many of whom i barely talked to in the past). i give people my phone number, not my social media handle, and they actually start conversations with me rather than hitting follow. i get to hear my friends' voices when they have drama to share and realise it takes me forever to type on my flip phone keyboard. again, everything is intentional, takes time, and richer than when i had a smartphone.

i genuinely would recommend it to absolutely everyone (i've kind of become like a crossfit guy in telling people to get a dumbphone lol). i won't pretend it's easy, and most people make excuses - for the first few months of having a dumbphone, i was bedbound or in hospital, and truly relied on online connections to pass time and communicate. it still hugely improved my life. however, no matter your situation there are always, always better options than scrolling an app, and you deserve to pass your time in a memorable way. i think most people don't realise they're addicted/reliant on smartphones, and the idea of quitting is horribly uncomfortable, but at least for me, the benefits were worth it.

i'm happy to answer any questions, i literally could talk about this topic for hours (even if it's stuff like "how would i use x app" "how would i replace x smartphone function").

ditch your smartphone babe, u deserve better <33

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

There were more than a couple of shows ending this week. And when that happens I go to my mdl page and click that box that says completed.

Sometimes it's with the feeling of "finally,it's over", and sometimes just that little action makes a bit sad. Playboyy is in the first category, I will not elaborate. I will just say a few words about the shows that this week are part of the second category.

I ticked that box twice yesterday and once just an hour ago. My heart is full, the joy is overwhelming and the bit of sadness that comes from the end of something I love has settled a bit (not really but let's pretend).

Perfect Propose was a gift. I didn't see it coming, and I was hooked from the first minute. Even with the shorter running time, Kai already occupies a special place in my heart and will join others as one of my favourite bl characters of all time. I don't think it's any secret for anyone that follows me that jbl has a special place in my heart. Maybe because it was my first, or maybe just because it's better my taste. But in 6 short episodes we got to see these characters confront their own issues and grow into themselves and each other, and still managed to have a story that incorporated workplace criticism without detracting from the love story which is super impressive. I wanted more because I could keep watching them but it felt complete.

Ossan's Love Returns was another surprise. Because I wasn't planning on watching. Mostly because I thought it wouldn't be my thing (crazy talk) and also because I would have to go back and watch everything that came before. But then, @twig-tea, as usual being the voice of reason, told me to just watch this season. And, not that they are on the same level in my heart, but this show filled a little bit of the hole left by WDYEY. It wasn't a perfect season. And I liked some characters more than others but in the end, this family had me in tears. This episode was beautiful. The speeches for Haruta got me so emotional, and then the cherry blossoms and the last fight between Maki and Kurosawa ending with the "We are family" left me with tears in my eyes that came back today as I was giffing it. It's amazing to me that this show has the success that it does and it gives me hope that we might get more stories like this. (Would also like to take a moment to thank @isaksbestpillow for subbing the episodes and giving us more cultural context so we can fully appreciate this show)

I LOVE cherry magic. All of it. I love the manga, I love the japanese version, the thai version and the anime version. Give me all of it. Forever. And so I was cautiously optimistic about this one. Optimistic because I really like Tay/New, cautious because in my brain I could only see how they could ruin one of my favourite stories. I didn't have to be. This was wonderful. I really wanna re-read the manga in its entirety because I wanna see how it compares now that it's over. Not to criticize it or be able to spot what they got wrong but to appreciate the changes they made and why it worked so well. Because the things that I noticed were really well done.

Not to repeat myself but... I LOVE Kurosawa/Karan. All the versions. I need more of him. I think from the main four, he's the one, that I notice changes more from version to version. And I love them all. I mean, Tay Tawan is a beautiful human. And his Karan had me practically swooning on a weekly basis. And I'm not a swooner. I loved New as Adachi, I think he embodied the character really well and I thoroughly enjoyed all his facial expressions. I loved this version of Minato and Tsuge more than the japanese version. I think it was more fleshed out and more balanced and obviously it was helped by the longer runtime. Even Pai and Rock had my heart by the end. It was so good.

_

I need more shows like the ones above and I'll be waiting for the next one that consumes me. In the mean time, I guess I'm gonna go watch some kids being awful to each other. Balance is good. 💜

[rvp32]

"Will we only ever be friends?"

Another random fluff fic, I wrote this out of boredom but also because I love this outfit for her, she looks perfect here. Not proofread at all, and may contain a lot of grammatical errors and maybe even plot holes. As always please let me know what you guys think and any feedback is appreciated.

You and Chaewon have been best friends since kindergarten. You grew up together in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, and did everything together. You played video games, did homework, and had sleepovers. You always thought of Chaewon as just your friend, but as you got older, you started to see her differently.

Chaewon had a passion for singing that you admired. She spent hours practicing and writing her own songs. She performed at local talent shows and even won a few. When she auditioned for the famous music company, HYBE, you were so proud of her for being accepted.

You knew that being a trainee at HYBE would be tough. Chaewon had to wake up early every morning to attend classes and rehearsals. She had to follow a strict diet and exercise regime, and she barely had any free time. But even with all of that, Chaewon remained determined and never complained.

As Chaewon got more and more successful, you started to feel a different kind of emotion towards her. You realized that you were in love with her. But you knew that telling her would only complicate things. You didn't want to hinder her career or make things awkward between you. So, you kept your feelings to yourself and continued to support her from the sidelines.

It wasn't always easy to hide your feelings, especially when Chaewon would tell you about the guys she was interested in. But you smiled and nodded, never letting on that it hurt to hear her talk about someone else.

Despite your inner turmoil, you were always there for her. You would attend all of her performances, cheering her on from the audience. You would listen to her new songs, offering feedback and encouragement. You were her rock, her confidante, her best friend.

Over the years, Chaewon had become a rising star in the music industry. She had released several albums, won multiple awards, and had a huge fan base. You were amazed by her talent and success, but you couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy whenever you saw her with someone else.

Chaewon never seemed to notice your true feelings, and you were content to keep it that way. You didn't want to risk losing her friendship or damaging her career. So, you continued to hide your love for her, burying it deep inside and hoping that it would eventually fade away.

But as time went on, your feelings for Chaewon only grew stronger. You found yourself thinking about her all the time, wondering what it would be like to be more than just friends. You knew that you couldn't keep pretending forever, but you didn't know how to tell her the truth.

And so, you remained in limbo, stuck between your love for Chaewon and your desire to see her succeed. You knew that eventually, you would have to make a choice. But for now, you simply held onto the hope that someday, somehow, things would work out in your favor.

Despite your best efforts to hide your true feelings, Chaewon had started to notice something was different about you. You were more hesitant around her, and sometimes you seemed lost in thought. But she had no idea that you were in love with her.

One day, Chaewon invited you over to her apartment to listen to some of her new songs. As you sat on her couch, listening to her sing, you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but you were too scared.

Finally, Chaewon turned to you and said, "Why are you so dense? Can't you see that I've been dropping hints for years?"

You looked at her, shocked. "What hints?"

Chaewon rolled her eyes. "I've been flirting with you, idiot. I've been waiting for you to make a move, but you never did. I thought you weren't interested."

You felt a wave of regret wash over you. You had missed all of Chaewon's signals because you were too focused on hiding your own feelings. Now, it seemed like it was too late.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't realize."

Chaewon sighed. "Look, it's okay. I just wish you had been honest with me. I could have saved us both a lot of time."

You nodded, feeling ashamed. You knew that you had let your fear hold you back, and now you were paying the price.

Chaewon looked at you, her expression softening. "But that doesn't mean we can't be together. I've always had feelings for you, too. I was just too scared to admit it."

Your heart leapt at her words. "Really?"

Chaewon nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Really. So, what do you say? Are you ready to take a chance on us?"

You grinned, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. "Yes, I am."

As Chaewon's lips met yours, you felt a surge of passion that had been building up inside of you for years. You kissed her back fiercely, your arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to you.

The kiss was intense, filled with all of the pent-up desire and longing that had been building between you for so long. You could feel Chaewon's hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer to her as she deepened the kiss.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you. You were lost in each other, caught up in a whirlwind of emotion that had been brewing beneath the surface for years.

When you finally broke the kiss, you were both breathless and flushed. Chaewon looked at you, her eyes shining with a newfound intensity.

"I've waited so long for this," she said, her voice low and husky.

You smiled, feeling a sense of possessiveness wash over you. You knew that Chaewon was yours now, and you would do anything to keep her by your side.

"I won't ever let you go," you said, your voice firm.

Chaewon's eyes widened, a look of surprise crossing her face. But then she smiled, leaning in to kiss you once again.

"I don't want you to," she murmured against your lips.

And so, you and Chaewon began a passionate, intense love affair that consumed your every thought and action. You were both possessive of each other, never wanting to be apart for even a moment.

********

It wasn't always easy, navigating the challenges that came with being in such a public and high-pressure industry. But you and Chaewon were in it together, supporting each other every step of the way.

As the months turned into years, your love for each other only grew stronger. You knew that Chaewon was the only person who could ever truly understand you, the only one who could calm your fears and make you feel complete.

And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that you would do anything to protect her and keep her by your side. Because in a world that was often chaotic and uncertain, Chaewon was the one constant that you could always count on.

Despite the intense love and passion that you shared with Chaewon, your relationship was not without its challenges. As your careers continued to thrive, the pressure and scrutiny from the public and media only increased.

You found yourselves constantly hounded by paparazzi, and rumors about your relationship were rampant. There were times when you felt like you couldn't even go out in public without being harassed or scrutinized.

As the pressure mounted, cracks began to appear in your relationship. You started to argue more frequently, and there were times when Chaewon seemed distant and unresponsive.

You tried to talk to her about it, but she always seemed to brush it off. "It's just the stress getting to me," she would say. "Don't worry about it."

But you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. And then, one day, Chaewon dropped a bombshell on you.

"I think we need to take a break," she said, her voice soft.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. "What? Why?"

Chaewon sighed, looking away. "I just need some space, okay? I can't handle all of this pressure and stress. It's too much."

You felt your heart breaking in your chest. You knew that Chaewon was struggling, but you didn't want to lose her. You loved her too much.

"We can work through this together," you said, your voice pleading.

Chaewon shook her head. "I don't know, I just need some time to figure things out."

And with that, she left, leaving you alone and heartbroken.

For weeks, you tried to give Chaewon space, but it felt like an eternity. You missed her every moment of every day, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing her.

Finally, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You showed up at her apartment, determined to talk things out.

But when you arrived, you found Chaewon with another man. They were laughing and talking, and Chaewon seemed completely at ease.

You felt a surge of anger and jealousy that you couldn't control. How could she move on so quickly?

"Who is this?" you demanded, your voice tight.

Chaewon looked up, surprised to see you there. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

You ignored her question, instead turning to the man. "Who are you?"

The man looked uncomfortable. "I'm just a friend. Chaewon and I were hanging out."

You didn't believe him. You could feel the possessive urge rising inside of you, the need to protect what was yours.

"I think it's time for you to leave," you said, your voice cold.

The man hesitated, but Chaewon spoke up. "It's okay, he's leaving. Y/N, can we talk?"

You nodded, but the anger inside of you was still simmering. How could she do this to you?

As you sat down to talk with Chaewon, the tension between you was palpable. You tried to keep your emotions in check, but it was hard. You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

Finally, Chaewon spoke. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for things to end up like this. But I can't keep living like this. The pressure, the stress, it's too much. I need to take a step back and figure out what I want."

You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "What do you want?"

Chaewon looked away. "I don't know. But I do know that I can't keep pretending like everything is okay. 

You felt a deep sadness and pain settle in your chest. You had never imagined that things would end up like this. You had always thought that you and Chaewon were meant to be together forever.

But now, it seemed like everything was falling apart. The love and passion that had once burned so brightly between you had faded, replaced by uncertainty and doubt.

"I just wish things could go back to the way they were," you said, your voice cracking with emotion.

Chaewon reached out and took your hand. "I know, Y/N. But we can't force things to be the way they used to be. Sometimes, we have to let go and trust that things will work out in the end."

You didn't want to let go. You couldn't imagine your life without Chaewon in it. But you knew that she was right. You couldn't force her to stay with you if she didn't want to.

The days and weeks that followed were some of the hardest of your life. You tried to keep busy, throwing yourself into your work and your hobbies. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

You missed Chaewon more than anything. You missed the way she laughed, the way she looked at you with those big brown eyes, the way she made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

But as time went on, you started to come to terms with the fact that things might never be the same between you and Chaewon. You knew that you had to move on, even if it felt like an impossible task.

And so, you started to go out and meet new people. You went on dates, but none of them felt right. None of them made you feel the way that Chaewon had made you feel.

As the months passed, you slowly started to heal. The pain and sadness that had once consumed you began to fade, replaced by a sense of acceptance and understanding.

But even though you had moved on, there was always a part of you that would love Chaewon. A part of you that would always wonder what could have been, if things had turned out differently.

And so, you went on with your life, never forgetting the love and passion that you had shared with Chaewon. Even though you knew that it was over, you couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere out there, Chaewon was thinking of you too.

Despite the time that had passed, Chaewon still thought about Y/N constantly. She tried to move on, going on dates and even starting a new relationship, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

It wasn't until one day, when she ran into Y/N unexpectedly, that she realized what that missing piece was. Seeing him again brought back a flood of memories and emotions that she had tried so hard to forget.

"Y/N, wait!" she called out, running after him.

He turned around, surprised to see her. "Chaewon? What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," she said, her voice urgent.

Y/N hesitated, but eventually agreed to sit down and talk with her.

"I know that I hurt you when I left," Chaewon began, her eyes filling with tears. "But I've been so miserable without you. I thought that I could move on and find someone else, but no one compares to you. I miss you so much, Y/N."

Y/N listened, his heart breaking at the sight of Chaewon's tears. He had never stopped loving her, but he had tried to move on, thinking that it was what was best for both of them.

"I can't just go back to the way things were," he said, his voice filled with sadness. "I don't want to risk hurting you again."

"But I need you, Y/N," Chaewon pleaded. "I can't live without you. I know that I made a mistake, but please, can't we try again?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure of what to do. He still loved Chaewon, but he couldn't forget the pain and sadness that he had felt when she had left him.

"I need some time to think," he said finally, standing up from the bench. "I'm sorry, Chaewon."

Chaewon watched as Y/N walked away, her heart aching with sadness and regret. She knew that she had hurt him deeply, and she didn't know if she could ever make it right.

But she was willing to try. She was willing to do whatever it took to win back Y/N's love and trust, even if it meant facing the pain and sadness that she had caused him.

And so, she waited, hoping and praying that Y/N would give her another chance.

Days turned into weeks, and Chaewon heard nothing from Y/N. She tried calling and texting him, but he didn't answer. She started to feel like she had lost him forever, and the thought of that made her heart ache.

One day, she was sitting in a coffee shop, lost in thought, when she saw Y/N walk in. Her heart leapt in her chest, and she stood up, hoping to talk to him.

But as he approached her, she could see the anger and hurt in his eyes. "How could you do this to me, Chaewon?" he said, his voice laced with anger.

Chaewon felt her own tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you."

"You left me without a word," Y/N said, his voice shaking with emotion. "You didn't even give me a chance to understand. And now you expect me to just forgive you?"

"I know that I messed up," Chaewon said, tears streaming down her face. "But please, Y/N, I need you. I love you so much, and I can't live without you."

Y/N looked at her, his anger slowly dissipating. He still loved her, but he couldn't forget the pain that she had caused him. "I need time," he said, his voice softer now. "I can't just forget everything that's happened."

Chaewon nodded, tears still streaming down her face. "I understand," she said. "I'll wait for you, Y/N. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

And so, Chaewon waited, hoping and praying that Y/N would find it in his heart to forgive her. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to do whatever it took to make things right.

Days turned into weeks, and Chaewon heard nothing from Y/N. She started to feel like he would never forgive her, and the thought of that made her heart ache even more.

One day, she received a letter in the mail from Y/N. As she read it, tears streamed down her face. In the letter, Y/N told her that he still loved her, but that he needed time to heal. He said that he was willing to give their relationship another chance, but that they needed to start over and rebuild the trust that had been broken.

Chaewon cried tears of joy as she read the letter. She knew that it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to do whatever it took to make things right between them.

And so, they began the long and difficult journey of rebuilding their relationship. There were times when it was painful and sad, but they never gave up. They talked and listened to each other, and slowly but surely, they started to trust each other again.

Years went by, and Y/N had become a successful businessman. He had worked tirelessly to build his company, and now it was one of the most respected businesses in the country.

One day, Y/N went to visit Chaewon. She was surprised to see how successful he had become, but also proud of him. As they talked, Y/N took her hand and looked into her eyes.

"Chaewon, I know I've been distant lately," he said. "But there's something I need to ask you."

Chaewon's heart started to race. She had been waiting for this moment for years. "What is it, Y/N?" she asked.

Y/N took a deep breath. "Chaewon, I love you. I've always loved you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

Chaewon's eyes widened in surprise and joy. She couldn't believe that Y/N was asking her to marry him after all these years. "Yes, Y/N, I will," she said, tears streaming down her face.

Y/N pulled her into his arms, and they hugged each other tightly. Chaewon could feel his love and passion for her, and it filled her with happiness.

But as they broke the hug, Chaewon couldn't help but ask him, "Why did you wait so long, Y/N?"

Y/N looked at her with a determined expression. "I needed to become someone who can protect you," he said. "I needed to be successful, so that I could give you the life you deserve. And now, I can finally do that."

Chaewon looked at him with love and admiration. She knew that Y/N had always been the one for her, and she was grateful that he had never given up on her.

As they started to plan their wedding, Chaewon couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and regret. She knew that she had caused Y/N so much pain and hurt over the years, and she wished that she had realized her feelings for him sooner.

But as they stood together, holding each other tightly, Chaewon knew that she had finally found her true love. And she was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that they would never be apart again.

As the day of their wedding arrived, Chaewon could hardly contain her excitement. She stood at the altar, wearing a beautiful white gown, and waited for Y/N to arrive.

As he entered the church, Chaewon's heart skipped a beat. Y/N looked handsome and confident in his suit, and he was beaming with happiness.

As they exchanged their vows, Chaewon felt overwhelmed with emotion. She looked into Y/N's eyes and saw nothing but love and devotion. She knew that she had made the right choice in waiting for him.

As they exchanged their rings and kissed, the whole church erupted in applause. Chaewon felt like she was on top of the world, and she knew that Y/N felt the same.

As they left the church and drove away in their car, Chaewon couldn't stop smiling. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world, and she knew that Y/N felt the same way.

Years went by, and Chaewon and Y/N continued to build their life together. They faced challenges and difficulties, but they never gave up on each other. They had a love that was strong and true, and it carried them through even the toughest times.

And as they grew old together, they knew that they had made the right choice in waiting for each other. They had found their soulmate, and they were grateful every day for the love and passion that they shared.

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You know what i need?

I NEED könig with an s/o who also got bullied in childhood, maybe not as much as the big guy but still preaty severe bullying

I don't care if it's headcanons or a scenario i just need this concept in my life

I. Am. Begging. Please

"In der Vergangenheit"

It is my responsibility and job to meet my visitors needs, so please, enjoy! I'm also really sorry if I moved away from the prompt a little, so feel free to request this again if you aren't happy or just want more :)

Also huge warning for self doubt and all the things that come with bullying

VERY ANGSTY, BUT ALSO COMFORT

You and König were alike in a lot of ways. Socially awkward, working for the military and severely bullied as children.

But, there was also something...

He talked about his trauma.

You didn't.

Years of dismissal had led you to just bottle it up until you were seconds away from exploding, letting it all out on whoever was unfortunate enough to be nearest to you.

You two were different in that sense.

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.

.

He's only mentioned his bullying once, but from what you've heard, it was bad. How hadn't his parents noticed the bruises and scars? Or were they just not bothered to care? No, from what he's described, they do care about him. Then again, he tended to romanticize things...

But who would you be to call him a liar?

One time, when he asked about your childhood, you'd claimed it was good, great even. Many friends, loving family, supportive teachers, you name it.

But there was always just one part you left out. König didn't need to know, it didn't concern him, he had enough going on already. Your pain was nothing compared to his.

And so, the bottling continued.

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Heavy footsteps crunched against the snow coating the pavement. Luckily, some neighbor had salted the sidewalks a few days ago, just before the snow fell down hard.

Your heavy and erratic breaths painted the air with white clouds. König had told you that as a child, he pretended to smoke a cigarette whenever the temperatures dropped so low, it was a nice moment you shared. God, you couldn't wait to be back in his arms.

Today had just been too much. Too loud, too busy, to fast and too slow at the same time. You just wanted to go home.

Wrapping your coat tighter around your body, you sped up, finally seeing the only house on the street with the lights still on at this ungodly hour. Hopefully, he wasn't still awake and just left the light on as a courtesy.

You searched your bag for the key, quickly growing frustrated at your inability to find it, letting out a loud groan just in time for the door to open to reveal your lover.

His bright smiled dropped at the sight of you, tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes and a less than pleased look. König wrapped you in his arms and pulled you inside.

Your eyes were fixed on the ground, but you could feel him gently removing your coat and untying your shoes. His voice seemed almost distant as he asked if you could just slightly stand up on one foot so he could take them off, patting your quads as a thanks for doing so.

He could tell you weren't quite there.

That terrified you. The thought of someone seeing you at your weakest again...

The tears fell before you could think about it.

You found yourself carried to the couch, thick blanket wrapped around you, a cup of tea in your hand, the steam warming your cheeks still frozen from being outside so long. He sat next to you, gently running his hands up and down your arms. A pleasant silence overtook you both as you slowly started to calm down, but still on edge.

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"Are you okay?"

God, how you hated that question. You couldn't keep count of how many times you'd been asked that. They didn't care, just asking to seem like they did. A polite question really, but useless and hurtful in the long run.

Earnest answers were never appreciated in this situation, you'd gotten used to coming up with excuses for watery eyes or a sour face.

But today was the last straw.

"What do you fucking think, Einstein? Do I look okay, do you honestly think that I'm just the slightest bit okay?? Honestly, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

His face dropped even further, frown very visible. Yet, he didn't look angry. He never did.

"Look I- I don't know what's going on, but do not take this out on me. I love you, you know that, but screaming will get you nowhere. I'd know."

The words didn't quite register in your mind, you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp, but the more you struggled, the tighter he held on. His volume rose the more he spoke.

"Running away won't fix this, Schatz. We need to talk this out this time."

"Let go of me."

"No, this happened before and I gave up then, but not now."

"Please."

Uncontrollable sobs left you as he sank you further into a hug, ignoring your punches and clawing.

It reminded you, no- it sent you back to the moment that started it all. Started your suffering. The katalyst, and you were trapped in that memories grasp.

"Please! I- I promise I didn't tell them anything! I c- couldn't do that please leave me alone please!"

"Oh." Königs voice audibly trembled, his grip loosening as you stopped struggling and let your body sink into him. He slowly raised his arms to rub soothing circles intk your back.

"You should've told me, Dirndl." you clung to his shirt as your sobbing slowly stopped.

"I know, it's just that- God I don't know actually... I'm sorry"

"Nein, shhh... Du musst dich für nichts entschuldigen, du hattest bestimmt deine Gründe."¹

He stood up with you, carrying the sad heap you were to the bedroom, gently laying you down on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it? Oh, you're still really cold, maybe over a bath?"

"That sounds... Nice, thank you, König..."

"Kein Problem, Maus.² Now, what are their names?"

Translation

¹"No, shhhh... You don't have to apologize, you must've had your reasons."

²"No problem, mouse"

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WIP Whenever (not me thinking yesterday wasn't Wednesday for a good chunk of it and then being too drained to post... just pretend I ain't late) | Tagged by @direwombat @adelaidedrubman and @nightbloodbix ❤️

I'm coming with Calahan and Mary May POVs for this week's check-in. All the feels, for sure. 💔

Light streamed into the living room of Mary May's place on the second floor of the Spread Eagle, making Calahan change positions and bury his face in the couch cushions in an attempt to get a couple of extra minutes of rest. The previous night, he had sneaked back into the bar with Leslie for a celebratory drink after they had successfully gotten Zorro and his clothes out of his Peggie infested cabin. Once they had parted ways, he had climbed upstairs as quietly as he could and crashed on the couch without a much craved shower, knowing Mary May would be out cold at the late hour and wouldn’t appreciate him barging into her bedroom unannounced. The first thing he heard that early morning as he did his hardest to stay asleep were her footsteps as she left her room and headed for the small kitchen. She was humming under her breath as she made coffee, the scent carrying over to him and teasing his senses. A few minutes later, a cup was placed at the coffee table next to him, and he could feel Mary May looming over the couch. When she didn't move, he reluctantly turned and looked at her with blurry eyes, "Is it an emergency?" He took a second to take in her messy blond hair and oversized t-shirt, ignoring the slightly annoyed look on her face. "Good morning to you, too, Rookie.", she rolled her eyes at his impatient tone before moving back to the kitchen to make herself breakfast. "I could feel you staring, you know.", he retorted and threw a hand over his eyes, deciding he would lay down a little bit longer seeing how for the past few days he had been running around the Valley on so many errands and barely getting any sleep. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, I was making sure you were still breathing. Can't have the Resistance lose its leader." Calahan let out a laugh at her dodging his flirting yet again, "Whatever you say, gorgeous."

Mary May took a seat on the small kitchen table that only had two chairs thanks to the tiny space she was using as living quarters. She bit into a piece of toast before asking, "So how did it go with John's doppelganger? What trouble did you get him into?" "He's got potential, that's for sure. Helped me get my shit from the cabin, and we had fun doing it. Remind me to have a word with Sabrina for hiding him." "And did "your shit" also include a certain raccoon?", she raised an eyebrow. Calahan peeked over the back of the couch, sending a smile her way that usually worked in convincing people to see things his way. With Mary May, sadly, all his tactics seemed to have the opposite effect usually. "Zorro will be on his best behavior, I promise. You won't even notice he's around. Plus… he gives mean foot rubs." "Rookie.", disbelief seeped into her tone. "Fine. The foot rubs were a lie. Though, I can take up on that task." "You ain't coming anywhere near my feet, Rookie." "Your loss. And Zorro?" "You really love gettin' on my nerves early in the morning." Calahan gestured around her living room, "He won't take up much of your space and he will be out with me, anyway." Mary May let out a laugh, the first sign he was getting somewhere, "It's like you're trying to sell me a piece of furniture." "I couldn't leave him behind, gorgeous. He's my son." A huff escaped her, probably at the pout he followed his words with, "He's a raccoon."

"Still my son. He was defending the cabin, you know. Costed one Peggie a finger. Scared the life out of Leslie, too, to the point he tried to flee the room like a bat out of hell. It was hilarious.", he couldn't help the proud smile that emerged at the memory. His words piqued her interest, "Did he now?" "Told you I was teaching him tricks before Joseph's takeover. He is one of us, just stuck in a raccoon body, unable to talk." Mary May rolled her eyes before saying, "Fine. He can stay. Just… keep "your son" in check. I find something in here destroyed, he gets the boot." "You love him, you just don't want to admit it. Thank you.", he blew a kiss her way before lying back down and shifting his gaze up to the ceiling as his mind ran over the potential tasks he could take on next. He was dying to take a drive and check up on Hurk and Sharky, knowing the two were probably in the deep with the cult, but he knew chances were less capable of taking care of themselves people needed his help in the Valley. "Have him scratch a Seed's eye out or something, and I might start to like him." Silence took over as Mary May finished her breakfast while Calahan closed his eyes, set on enjoying the precious minutes of peace, knowing with the County on lockdown that never truly lasted. Eventually, she got up and walked to the couch, her arms came to rest on the back as she leaned over to look at Hartley. "You're staring again.", he muttered before cracking one eye open and meeting her baby blues, "Not that I mind." "Whatever you say, Sleeping Beauty. It's rare that you shut up, forgive me for thinking you had fallen asleep on me." "Sleeping Beauty, huh? There's a proven method to wake me up then, gorgeous." "You say, 'a kiss', I'm banning you from the bar for a week, Rookie." "You're no fun.", he stuck out his tongue, before asking, "So… why did you need me awake?"

Mary May took a deep breath, for once looking uncertain, "I know you have enough on your plate as is and I don't want to join in with all the folks asking you for help…" Calahan rose up to a sitting position that brought him on the same eye level as her when he said in a serious tone, "Whatever you need, just ask." He was well aware only inches separated them to the point he could start counting the freckles scattered across her nose and she seemed to have realized the same thing as her gaze darted to his lips for a second. It happened so quick he could have missed it if he had blinked, but he didn't. You like me, Angel. Too bad you refuse to admit it, let alone act on it. But in a way Calahan was glad about her faking disinterest. He told himself it was for the best, that it would be an unwanted complication in the middle of a holy war, that the last thing he needed was to fall for anyone and he was certain with her it would be unavoidable and as natural as breathing. The biggest trouble I can ever get myself into. He had wholeheartedly expected Mary May to pull back and put more space between them, but as the seconds ticked by, she remained glued to the spot with an unreadable expression on her face. She finally cleared her throat, "I was wondering if you'd help get the Widowmaker back." "Your daddy's truck?" Mary May nodded, sadness swimming in her eyes, "John had his men steal it. And as you know, I was too "preoccupied" to chase after them.", a frown appeared as she added, "Bastard doesn't know how to keep his hands off my things, does he?" "We're getting it back, gorgeous. And the next thing of his I fuck up, you bet would be dedicated to you." A small smile that pulled at his heart erased the scowl, "Can I come with?" "Like you even have to ask me that.", Calahan booped her nose and got up, heading for the bathroom as he called out, "I'm going to put a word out, find where they're keeping the truck."

Mary May watched Hartley disappear into her bedroom and stayed put until she heard the bathroom door close behind him. The second it did, she took it as a sign to move and entered the room, trying to ignore the sound of the running water and the visuals that threatened to appear in her mind. She quickly changed into a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, wanting to not waste too much time in case Calahan decided to cut his shower short. She couldn't deny for some reason it had taken her a more than the usual amount of willpower to stop staring at his bare chest as he slept on her couch that morning. The fact he had called her lingering gaze out didn't help matters. Should tell him to find a new place to sleep at or at least shower elsewhere. Definitely to stop walking around shirtless and promise I'd throw him out otherwise. Yeah, he'd have a field day hearing that one. Mary May immediately hated the idea of making him leave, she had grown used to having his presense around the bar and how he was always willing to try to make her crack a smile or offer a distraction from the headaches John Seed was causing her. Calahan Hartley was a ball of chaos, but also a breath of fresh air and a helping hand to anyone that needed assistance at dealing with the cult. Days back John had spared no resources in taking over Fall's End, finally succeeding at closing down the Spread Eagle with her en route back to his bunker, to the hell she had barely escaped last time.

Or so the bastard thought. The victory hadn't lasted long. Just until Hartley had barelled into town in no other than a stolen Peggie truck and wipped out John's men like nobody's business. Then he had rushed at her with worry in his eyes, curse words directed at the youngest Seed spilling out of his mouth as he had cut her free. "Are you hurt, Mary May? 'Cause I swear to God, John won't know what's coming for him… I ain't losing anyone else.", he had asked while he examined her all over, his tone dead serious, promising of good old trouble headed John's way. As she, Calahan and Jerome had pried away the boards nailed to one of the only things her father had left her: the bar and reopened it, Mary May had been the first to offer the Deputy a place to stay when he needed it, feeling like it was the least she could do as a thank you for helping her keep her promise and her old man's wish alive. Off-key singing pulled her out of the memory and she found herself biting back a smile at the idea that the man that was rapidly turning into the Project's number one enemy and had somehow ended up leading a resistance against it, was currently showering in her very bathroom and acting like anything but a vicious vigilante. Not all heroes wear capes, alright. Some work as deputies that have broken more laws than the people they arrest and own a raccoon they consider a son. She quickly exited the bedroom and strode downstairs, set on preparing the bar for the day and putting any thoughts of Hartley at the back burner, where they belonged.

The first thing to greet her were small feet scurrying off across the wooden floors that made her release a sigh before she called out, "Zorro." Initially the name had no effect until seconds later when a head poked out from behind the bar and "Calahan's son" rushed at her, wrapping his paws around her leg in what his owner deemed as "greeting". "Morning to you, too, boy.", Mary May muttered as she stared down at the raccoon, then pointed towards the stairs, "Up to your father you go now. I have to open the bar. Can't have you chasing off paying customers." The raccoon made no move, dark gaze trained on her face, forcing her to repeat more sternly, "Up, Zorro." At the command Zorro finally sprung into action, waddling over to the stairs and sneaking a look her way to see if she was following as he began to climb up. He got half of the way and stopped, making Mary May shake her head, "What? Want me to come too? Fine. Guess I do need to open the door for you. Maybe he should teach you how to do that." The second her boots hit the first step, the raccoon resumed his ascend. "Bit off a Peggie's finger, did ya now?", Zorro's ears perked up as if he understood her words, "Good job.", then she frowned, "And I'm talking to a raccoon. Your daddy is rubbing off on me, Zorro." She pushed open the door that separated the downstairs area and her living quaters and followed him inside at the exact moment Calahan chose to emerge from her bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he dried off his hair with another.

"Jesus, Rookie.", the words left her before she could stop them, winning a laugh out of him. "Thought you headed down. Sorry.", Hartley explained sheepishly, while his smug smile was anything but apologetic and only widening at the fact she was most definitely gawking and yet to get anything else out, "Enjoying the view, gorgeous? For the record, I don't blame you for coming back for more." Pull yourself together. Mary May returned her narrowed gaze back to his face, and after a final look at him, she twirled around and said, "Make sure your son behaves." The door cut off his throaty laughter while she took the stairs two at a time and tried her hardest to stop her mind from wandering into a dangerous territory, of wondering what the small tattoo above his hip spelled. Sure as hell ain't asking him. He won't let me live that one down. Back down in the bar, she made it her mission to exorcize him from her thoughts, focusing on taking down the chairs and making sure everything was in place for opening and when she ran out of tasks to keep her preoccupied, she moved onto the small kitchen, arranging whatever Casey had left out of place. Mary May frowned at the knowledge her only employee was no doubt going to be late, that she had nobody to distract her with small talk.

She was used to Calahan's advances, to his casual flirting, had gotten pretty good at ignoring it all and having an array of reasons why she had to do it. Yet as the months passed and he stuck around, the list with reminders of why getting involved with him was out of the question had suddenly started to become shorter. She was starting to forget. To yearn. It was the worst idea to harbor. Especially now that everything had gone to shit. Maybe I should send him to sleep at the church… make him Jerome's problem. Then she'd be all alone again. Left to dwell on the past, on everything she had lost and regretted. Or she could continue laughing at Calahan's jokes. Have his devilish blue eyes be the first thing she saw each morning. Yes, keeping him around for the time being sounded like the better option. A car engine cut off outside, followed by the jiggle of the bell above the bar's entrance that made her poke her head in through the serving hatch of the kitchen, "We're not open yet." Her breath hitched for a second as her eyes settled on the person that had entered.

Phantom pain shooting across her chest inevitably came next, just like it had with his surprising arrival the day before. It was almost as strong as it had been in that awful moment she had found herself in John Seed's chair, teary eyes staring at him bathed in red hues, her blood becoming one with the room when he made true on his promises of immeasurable pain. Her hopeless screams filling the dead silence, drowning out his patient voice as the realization nobody would come for her sank in. She could still hear his sick reassurances how she had made the right choice by finally "saying Yes" after hours of torture, that the fact she had confessed her "sins" meant she was a step closer to his precious Eden. The twisted delight in his blue gaze still haunted her. The memory lingered just like the crude scar he had left he with. Seeing Hudson on screen anytime she turned on the TVs in the bar only reopened her old wounds. You're still standing. Free. Alive. The bar is open. He hasn't won. And never will. "Morning, Mary May. Should I come back then? Figured I could catch up with Cal before he runs off somewhere.", the apologetic tone and genuine smile were a quick reminder she wasn't facing the man that had made it his job to destroy everything she held dear. Not that she would ever actually confuse the two, but she had to admit the resemblance was quite jarring and she'd need time to get used to not wincing at the sight of his face.

"Ah, now, as the owner of this fine establishment, I can always make an exception, Detective. Anything to drink?" Leslie shook his head as he pulled out one of the chairs at the bar and sat down. "Still not at the stage where I'm morning drinking." "Stick around some more, and you'd get there, Les. It's a rite of passage for anyone settling down in the County ever since the Seeds came along.", Mary May retorted as she exited the kitchenette and slipped into her usual spot. Gary Fairgrave used to have those days where he'd throw back a glass of bourbon while cursing the Project to hell and back before heading off towards the bar after bidding her and her mother a goodbye. "I knew that family was rotten down to the root from the moment they got here. Shit smells like shit, no matter how much french perfume you spray on it.", it was what her old man used to say, taking pride in how his gut instinct had been right about the Seeds. Years later, she was the only one left from the Fairgraves to carry on his legacy and keep the deep-seated hate alive. Leslie gave her a sad smile, seeming at struggle with his own demons, "It all feels like a nightmare, yet my alarm for work is yet to ring and wake me up." A grimace pulled at her features, and her hands set back to straightening the pile of glass coasters at the bar, ignoring how many of them had Calahan's phone number on them, "Wish I could say things would get better…"

"Hope.", Leslie muttered with a strange look. "Hm?", she couldn't help her bitter laugh. "It's what we always have left. Hope. Sabrina would always tell me that. Tell it to any worried family we had to meet with." His words made her release a sigh, "You two are going to find her." Yet a part of her worried. That John had his claws deep into the bright-eyed Deputy. That Calahan was wrong about Sabrina's unwavering conviction. That maybe she had been a traitor all along, and all of them had just failed to see it. Whistling carried from the stairs accompanied by Calahan taking the steps quickly, and in record time, he was at Leslie's side. "My new partner returns.", he exclaimed in a greeting before playfully slapping his back and taking the seat next to him. "Come on, my boy.", Hartley reached down and picked up Zorro from the ground. "Chairs are for paying-" "-customers.", he finished her complaint as he set the raccoon down in one of the empty chairs, "Come on, gorgeous, how can you turn down such a cute face?" Mary May frowned at his puppy dog eyes and the fact they were working. A little. "Doesn't change the fact he's an animal." "A member of the Resistance. And… I was talking about myself." "You ain't cute, Rookie."

Leslie choked back a laugh as Calahan rubbed at his chest, groaning in pain for good measure, "One day, you're gonna realize what you're missing, gorgeous. And I won't be looking for payback for these insults. Too much." He sent a wink her way before clicking his tongue at Zorro in a signal, then turning to Leslie, "Shall we go then, partner? See what plans of John's we can sabotage?" The detective was the first to get up, followed by no other than Calahan's son on the way to the door. Hartley remained seated as he regarded her with a heated expression before leaning over the bar the same way he had earlier that morning and whispering, "I will see to locating what you need me to find. Try not to think about me too much while I'm gone." All she could seem to do was exhale and then involuntary inhale his scent while his baby blues stayed glued to hers. "Thank you for breakfast, by the way. I sure can get used to it." "You gonna start paying me rent, Rookie?", she finally managed to croak out, adding, "For two preferably." Calahan ignored her words and the fact he had someone waiting on him and observing the whole thing, "Can you feel this?" "Hmm?", she gave him a confused look, refusing to back away first and prove that he was getting to her. "How good we could be… if only you weren't so damn stubborn." He moved back, finally putting space between them again and with another wink was gone. Mary May stared at the door, willing for the pesky longing to go away and refusing to admit how for a second, it felt like he had taken all the oxygen from the room with him.

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|| From Ashes ||

Pairing: Frank Castle X F!reader

Rating: M

Tags/warnings: unexpected pregnancy (wrap it before you tap it!), bit of angst and small scuffle between Frank+Matt, birth (not explicit), fluff.

A/n: I am not at all interested in having kids but I look at Frank and he somehow just makes me broody as fuck. Also I have limited knowledge of childbirth so please don't come for me with my inaccuracies 😅

If you like my stuff, I'd really appreciate a reblog ♥️

You'd talked about it before, you both wanted to start a family at some point, but that was sometime way off in the future, after all the shit that he was caught up in was taken care of. Frank said it wasn't safe for you and you had agreed. But one day...

The night before the explosion at the docks, not that you could have any idea he wouldn't be coming home, you'd begged him to fuck you raw. You'd had to talk him round to it. Of course you were on the pill and usually always used condoms, but that night for whatever reason you just wanted to feel him.

"Better be careful darlin' or I'll put a baby in you."

The sound you made and the way you felt when those words left his lips and hit your ears you'll never forget.

"Oh, you like the sound of that sweetie?"

In the midst of the gut-wrenching grief and fog of confusion after Frank was gone you'd missed a couple of days of pills but didn't think anything of it. After all, what were the chances? A few weeks later you put the skipped period down to extreme stress, it had happened before. Now you were here, crumpled on the bathroom floor with five positive pregnancy test sticks confirming the real reason behind your 'vomiting bug".

You didn't know what you were going to do. The only thing you were certain of is that you were keeping it.

When you had asked Matt to meet you it was as if he already knew something was up. Aside from the obvious hammering of your heart with nerves, "you smell different", he'd told you.

"I'm pregnant".

That was the first time you'd actually said it out loud.

It suddenly made everything real and you didn't even realise you were crying into Matt's chest as he held you and promised it would all be okay.

When you went for your first scan you realised that your wage from your shift at Josie's wasn't going to cut through the upcoming hospital bills alone. Matt insisted on helping you with the finances but you didn't want a hand out, you wanted to work.

"Well, Nelson, Murdock and Page are actually doing pretty good now, and as we're so busy we could really use some help. How about you come work for us?"

You couldn't thank him enough.

~

Now it was time. Once you were checked into to the hospital and given a room, Karen and Foggy helped you get settled in and comfortable while Matt gave the nurse some more information.

"Mr Castiglione?"

Matt nodded, going along with your preference of Frank's old moniker and pretending to be your partner. You didn't want to take any unnecessary risks and Matt was more than happy to be there for you.

"Okay, you say the contractions started around an hour ago, and she was feeling a little dizzy?"

"Yes," Matt confirmed, "I think her blood pressure might be low. Will her and the baby be okay?"

The nurse nodded. "We'll keep monitoring her as normal but it's looking fine at the moment, contractions are still quite far apart. Certainly nothing to worry about."

She turned to you. "If they start coming closer together you just let me know, but for now try and relax as best you can honey."

Matt cocked his head as he picked up the radio call of one of the police officers at the opposite end of the floor. A fight underway in an alley a couple of streets away, suspected armed gangland conflict. He looked over at you talking with the others.

"Uh, I'm just gonna go pick up some snacks and water for you from the store round the corner okay?"

You nodded, "thanks Matty, don't be too long, no idea when this baby's coming!"

"Don't worry, be back in no time."

~

Was it irony that tying up the last loose ends of Frank's past had brought him right back to Hell's Kitchen? When this was over maybe he could finally work out how to come back to his  life, back to you.

He'd put three of the gang he'd been chasing down already before a familiar masked pain in the ass jumped down from the fire escape landing in front of him.

"The fuck you doin' here Red?" Frank spat, flooring the last goon with headbutt.

Matt approached him. "Was in the area, heard a ruckus. The usual. Sure as hell didn't expect it to be you somehow..."

Frank chuckled, "yeah I'll bet, you feel like fightin' a ghost?" He inched towards the Devil.

Matt was on his guard. "Not here to fight you Frank but you gotta come with me. Now."

"Nah, nah, you're comin' with me, gonna tell me where my girl is."

"Listen, how long have you been away?" Matt asked him, circling Frank and keeping his distance.

"Had stuff I needed to take care of, what the fuck is it to you?"

"Nine months, Frank. You've been gone nine months."

"Why the fuck does that matter? Where is she?" He roared.  "Went to the apartment and most of her stuff is gone...  looks like she ain't been there for a while. I know you know, Red. You were always close."

"She's been living with me the last few months-"

Frank charged forward with a growl, aiming to kick Matt square in the chest but he dodged away before he could connect.

"Oh, right yeah! I get it. I'm barely dead and you just slide on in, huh? Real gentleman." He span around fast, popping his elbow up and smashing it into Matt's face making him stagger back, blood gushing from his nose. "If you were anyone else I'd fuckin kill you. But I won't, for her sake."

"Jesus Frank, you've got it all wrong," Matt wiped his nose and spat out the blood in his mouth. "if you'd just stop trying to beat the shit out of me and let me explain!"

Frank grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the roof door. "Yeah I'd fuckin' love to hear how you think you can get out of this one "

Matt choked, swatting and wrenching at Frank's arm but he was running on pure rage and too strong, his dark eyes blazing into Matt's unfocused ones.

He swallowed, "she came to me... 'bout a month or so after you were gone..."

Frank's grip tightened. "She came to you?"

Matt tried to get the words out as fast as he could given the circumstances.

"Hngh-... s-she was scared, she'd just found out she... she was pregnant. She was worried about money, worried she couldn't cope. Karen, Foggy and I... we've looked after her, made sure she has everything she needs."

Frank choked as he processed Matt's words.

"Pregnant? W-what? Who's... is it yours?!" He pushed Matt into the wall.

Matt spluttered out an incredulous laugh, "Think about it Frank,"

He turned it over in his mind, you were his everything, all he wanted was to keep you safe, and him ending up 'dead' had the perfect way to do it. He could hunt down every single threat from his past and blow them away easy. It had taken him almost all the way across the country in about nine months. Nine fucking months...

"Fuck." Frank released his hold on Matt and fell down to his knees.

"My girl, she- she's..." He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. Matt coughed, trying to get his breath back as he straightened up, laying his hand on Frank's shoulder.

"She's in Metro General right now. I've been trying to tell you, c'mon I'll take you to her."

They entered the hospital through a service door at the rear, Matt guiding them through the corridors without drawing attention to an vacant locker room. He gestured at a shelf of clean scrubs opposite as Frank checked behind them was clear before closing the door.

"Clean up as best you can and put those on. Can't have you waltzing in there looking like you just beat some Russian gangsters to a bloody pulp, huh?"

Frank grunted, shedding his bloodsoaked, dirty shirt and donning the blue scrubs and borrowing a hoodie hanging on a peg before heading to the sink in the corner, washing his hands and splashing his face with water.

He paused gripping the edge of the sink, leaning over it. Bloody droplets fell onto the stainless steel and trickled down the drain.

"You ready?" Matt called, taking off and shoving the makeshift mask he was wearing under some trash in the bin.

Frank shook his head slowly. "I'm scared Red, christ.'

"I think that's normal...."

"I mean, I'm fucking terrified." He started pacing, "what if I go in that room and she... she doesn't want me?"

"She will Frank. She does. She loves you, she never stopped loving you."

Frank looked up at him.

"C'mon," Matt said, opening the door. "you don't want to miss this."

As they headed up to your room, Matt filled Frank in.

"Her water broke after I uh, made her laugh a bit too much..."

"Typical." Frank mused.

"Mild contractions started a couple hours ago, they're still pretty far apart but I brought her in early as her blood pressure was low," Matt sensed Frank's immediate concern. "She's fine, she's okay. Baby's heart is strong."

Frank chuckled in disbelief, "you can hear that?"

Matt smiled, shrugging, "yeah."

"Jesus. Can you tell what it is, I mean, does she know... boy or girl?"

Matt smirked. "No, she didn't want to know. And I'm not that good Castle. It's a... surprise."

Frank laughed nervously as he followed him around the next corner. "Damn right it is."

Frank froze in the doorway when he saw you, lying propped up on the bed hooked up to a monitor. You were talking to Karen. A little bit of sweat beaded your forehead. He could see the rounded swell of your stomach under the sheet that covered you. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

"Matty, you're back! What the hell happened to you?" You exclaimed, seeing the bruises on his face, eyes flicking to the hooded figure in scrubs beside Matt.

"...Karen, they've definitely not given me any drugs yet have they? This baby's making me crazy, I thought I saw Frank standing next to Matt."

You watched Karen stare at the doorway, her jaw opening and closing silently.

"He- he is." She finally said in disbelief.

"Karen don't joke, Frank's dead."

You laughed as the Frank-shaped hallucination belted across the room to your side and gently grabbed your hand.

"What? This... isn't real... he's- you're dead." You stuttered, trying to comprehend the fact you could feel him squeezing your hand, his eyes fixed on yours, glittering with tears about to fall. "But, you're dead..." you choked out.

Matt rubbed at his throat, his voice still hoarse and raw, "I promise you he's real, and very much alive."

"Sweetheart." Frank's voice was small, rough and choked up but there was no mistaking it. He raised your hand to his lips and kissed, brushed your hair back out of your face and kissed you on the forehead. He said your name, it was just like the dream you had on so many nights but the warmth of his lips that you thought you'd never ever feel again was so solid and real and here. You flung your arms around him pulling him as close as you were able to. Holding on to him so he wouldn't disappear again.

"Frank! Oh my god Frank-"

He nuzzled against your neck, kissing you there too. "I'm here baby, I'm so sorry! God I've missed you so so much." You breathed each other in, you were whole again.

You cried, he cried, Karen cried, even Matt was blinking away tears.

Frank finally found your lips and almost kissed the breath from you. You held him there for a long moment, foreheads touching, before letting him go and smacking him in the face with your right hook.

He rubbed at his jaw, moving it from side to side. "Yeah, I deserve that."

"Fucking right you do, where the hell have you been?! I thought you were dead! We all did!"

He sat beside you on the bed. "I know, god I wanted to tell you, to see you..." he kissed your fingers again. "there were things I needed to take care of you to keep you safe, and it meant that I couldn't come back. I didn't know that... that you- fuck if I'd known..."

"That I'm having your baby? Our baby."

"I'm so sorry honey, sorry I wasn't there for you. Shit, I've really missed everything, the scans... wasn't even there to rub your feet..."

"Not much to miss, just me growing to the size of and looking like a beached whale. Anyway, Matt and Foggy gave A+ foot rubs."

Frank dipped his head. "Shit, I owe you guys, big time. You came through for my girl. I'll make it up to you I swear."

Matt shrugged, "you don't have to, nothing we wouldn't have done anyway. Just glad you're back Castle."

"Yeah," Karen added, smiling, "you're where you belong."

Just then Foggy returned from the coffee run. "Sorry it took so long, the guy in front punched the machine and actually broke it because it wouldn't give him change so I had to go-" he clocked the hooded figure crouched by your side stroking your hair. "Castle..?"

Matt reached out catching hold of the coffee cups before Foggy dropped them out of shock.

"Holy shit... I guess daddy's home?!""

"Good to see ya Nelson."  Frank nodded before turning back to you.

"Anyway, you ain't the size of a whale, you look beautiful, doesn't she?" He looked to the others for some backup.

You snorted, "oh yeah, ask the opinion of my best friends, one of whom is blind..."

Matt just grinned while Foggy and Karen clamoured to assure you that you looked great.

"Well you're fucking gorgeous, and I love you." Frank said as he kissed your lips again. You saw his eyes flick down to your belly as he sat back.

"I love you too, so much. Here," you say, pulling your gown up a little way and taking his hand and placing it carefully on your bump.

Frank shook his head, a choked laugh escaping his lips as he felt movement, still not fully believing.

"I swear it's gonna be better at kicking ass than you!" You joked.

He smiled, and you bathed in it. "This is really happening huh?"

"Yeah, and-" You hissed, gritting your teeth as pain suddenly lassoed around your abdomen. "it really fucking hurts!" Frank tried to soothe you as you shifted around trying to get comfortable, you got him to pull you up so you could stand and lean over the bed while he rubbed your lower back.

"You okay?" Matt asked. He tilted his head, a furrow appearing between his brows.

You laughed nervously, "heh yeah, peachy." Another contraction, this time much stronger hit you and you felt like you wanted to bear down. "Oh fuck!" You groaned, your legs buckling with the pain. Matt made to move towards you but Frank caught you and held you up.

"Okay," Foggy said, putting his coffee down, "I'm no expert but I think these contractions are getting a mite closer together, gonna go get someone."

"Thanks Foggy." Frank resumed massaging your back and you hummed with gratitude, bracing yourself for the next round of pain.

"Think this baby decided it's time to meet their daddy..."

The midwife and nurse appeared with Foggy. "Alright, anyone who's not a parent will have to leave. This ain't a party."

Karen squeezed your hand, "we'll be right outside, you've got this."

"Good luck!" Foggy said, kissing your cheek.

"You're gonna be fine sweetie, Frank's gonna take good care of you." Matt said. As he reached for the door you turned to Frank.

"I want him here, please..." Frank nodded, he owed Matt that much and it was your decision.

"Matt will you stay?" You called out to him.

"Of course, if that's okay?" He replied, humbled that you'd asked.

"Can he?" you asked the midwife with pleading eyes.

"Fine, just don't get in the way." She said. "Dad, you come over this side, you're gonna be her squeeze toy and help her breathe okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Frank replied, taking your clammy hand in his as you focused on him.

Matt sat on the opposite side, his fingers locking between yours.

The midwife checked you over. "Alright honey it's time to push, nice big deep breaths for me, here we go."

~

A girl.

Frank was so in love with you both and he couldn't do enough to help when he got to take the two of you home. It made your heart burst to see him singing to her, getting up in the middle of the night to help feed and change her. This was a side of him you'd never seen but you always knew was there.

Matt, Foggy and Karen worked tirelessly to find a way to exhonourate him from the dock incident, and all the other gang hits while he was 'dead' were untraceable back to him anyway. He'd been careful.

You both finally had your own family, as well as your found family, and nothing was ever going to take that away.

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CHAPTER FIVE, you know that i bought it.

SYNOPSIS: after the first of many more days in the studio, you and childe are set up on a date by your managers. though the date is short, it still manages to send your feelings into a spiral of confusion.

CHARACTERS (in this chapter): childe, ningguang, yae miko (mentioned), zhongli (mentioned), jean (mentioned).

CW/TW: cussing, idk man handholding? maybe a bit fast-paced.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k words.

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"great work today, everybody. keep it up, keep at it, and i’ll see you all in a few days.” said the producer, ningguang. 

you had been filming for hours straight. yae was rather considerate today, since it was the first day of filming. of course, you knew well, her kindness would not last very long. it’s okay, though, you appreciated her and her dedication to perfecting her craft. 

the setting was that the female lead, you, were on the phone with your friend, explaining to her that you'd be fine alone on the flight. you were going to paris. 

initially, you'd planned on going to paris with your boyfriend, another character (who hadn't been chosen yet, so yae planned on postponing the scenes with him), but that plan was thrown in the trash when he broke up with you. he had to go abroad for his studies, so he didn't want to try long-distance with you. 

albedo wanted the ex to be redeemable in a sense, i guess. 

nevertheless, you're absolutely shattered by this, but in your newfound solidarity, you decide to go to paris all by yourself, so you could enjoy all alone. you were going to the city of love with no one to love but yourself.

you had also filmed the main scene with childe, where you meet him first. he was your seatmate on the flight, and you recognise him as your old friend from when you were children. instead of filming on an actual plane, the producer had the setmakers make a pretty realistic rendition of one.

you and childe catch up a bit, and finally land in the city of love. 

well, that would be later. ningguang had yet to book the tickets for the actual film crew to head to paris, which she planned on doing after the aforementioned scenes were filmed, and since they were, she would get started on the bookings.

nevertheless, that wasn’t your concern right now. your concern was the looming doom approaching you tonight. a date set up by zhongli, for you and childe.

ajax had sworn he'd never find someone as infuriating as you. in every situation, no matter the cost, no matter the circumstances, you were ever-so devoted to your act of "not giving a shit". 

two could play that game, sure. if childe didn't care, but he did now. ever since the incident the party, childe found himself caring a lot. he kinda saw it coming; he might seem dense but he really wasn't. it was just shocking that she would make it so public.

let bygones be bygones. he had to focus on the utter pain in the ass sitting in front of him.

you.

a romantic candlelight dinner at a 5-star restaurant. an intimate, lovely atmosphere. delicious warm food, with some of the best wine in the country. 

and, you, his date, scrolling through your phone, completely uninterested. 

it was like a stab in the stomach, to pay so much for a date (a fake date), and the person you're trying to "woo" is either bored out of their mind, or pretending to be bored to irritate you. you couldn't make it any less obvious that you didn't want to go anywhere with him.

childe furrowed his brows, annoyed, "hey, you do realise we're on a date, right?" 

"oh, really? i had no clue." you blinked innocently, "so sorry, ajax. i guess you could say, i have more important things to attend to."

"yeah, i'm sure texting jean about how much this situation sucks is very important." childe rolled his eyes, you sneered in response. "can you atleast try to act like we're a couple? you were the one who agreed to this in the first place."

"when i first agreed to this shitshow, i didn't think it would be this bad." you frowned, fiddling with your food. you really had no appetite, despite how good the food looked. "do we really have to go on a date?"

well, that's what the contract entailed. and the date part isn't even the worst of it, you've got to kiss, post cute pictures with cheesy captions like "with the love of my life" and "my snookums" and what-not. 

"if we wanna be convincing, then yeah." childe shrugged. "imagine the headlines, 'actors y/n and tartaglia, on a romantic date together'."

"or, more likely, the headlines, 'actress y/n snaps tartaglia's neck in a fit of rage'!" you grinned, "what were you on when you chose the stage name, 'tartaglia', anyway?"

"hey, it sounds cool!" childe replied, crossing his arms defensively.

"i think ajax suits you better. it's cute." you smiled, swirling around your beverage gently.

"it's... what?" his eyes widened at the sudden compliment, "did you just- am i hearing things?"

"oh." you realised your words, coughing to curb your embarrassment. "ahem. don't overreact. it's not like i've never complimented you before."

"you've never." childe deadpanned.

"moving on..." you trailed off, trying to change the topic, "what do couples do on dates like this?" 

the chatter of people around you 

childe smiled in a sly manner, reaching out to grab your hand. your eyes widened at the sudden physical contact.

"well, they hold hands." he stated, intertwining his fingers with yours. your hand was damp from holding your cold beverage, the tips freezing. childe's hands warmed yours, or maybe it was the blood rushing through your veins.

your cheeks flushed.

"and they call each other nicknames like darling and sweetheart." he leaned in, one arm pressed against the table, the other hand still holding yours.

"and they gaze into each other's eyes longingly..." his eyes met yours, with a hint of playfulness obvious in them. he smiled coyly, knowing he'd gotten you flushed. 

"and maybe, they kiss-" he came closer to your face, and your mind flashed back to the night at the party, when his lips met yours and you could smell his cologne and-

you shook those thoughts away, pulling away from ajax as quick as you could. he let out a laugh, his cheeks red.

"was that too much for you, darling?"

exasperating. tartaglia made your blood boil. "yeah, yeah, very funny." you rolled your eyes, too prideful and annoyed to admit that your heart was racing.

childe's laughter subsided, and his expression relaxed, "okay, how about... we make a deal?"

you raised a brow sceptically. "what kind of deal? i don't trust any of your antics."

"i'll try and not pull any weird tricks on you. i'll be your kind, caring, supportive and level-headed lover." he put a hand on his chest, as if he was solemnly swearing to something. "and you, in return, will wholeheartedly return my acts of affection. no rolling your eyes or scowling."

oh. well. that promise will either be broken in a heartbeat, or won't be made in the first place.

"that is... immensely difficult to do with someone like you." you stated, eyes narrowed in scrutiny.

"yeah, no, it isn't easy to be your lover, either." ajax pouted. "cut me some slack too."

ouch. well, he's not wrong. you're pretty closed off, and love really isn't a priority for you. 

especially if it's with tartaglia. 

you were just hesitant. remembering how childe did a full 180 on you all those years ago, you didn't wanna reignite whatever spark was there before, out of fear that he'd turn his back again on you.

"come on, we decided to start this mess, right? let's give it our all." he held out his hand for you to shake. regardless of his confident exterior, you could notice his hand shaking a little. he was hesitant too.

you let out a sigh, straightening yourself. "fine. deal." you said, shaking his hand. 

all childe spared you was a sly grin before smoothly taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

you froze, but scowled after a second, "you said no tricks, ajax."

"and you said you'd stop scowling." 

"you broke the deal first-!" 

"it was a test!"

"what kind of bullshit-"

and that’s how the rest of the night went, with you two arguing incessantly, talking about movies and scripts, talking about other people who worked in the industry. 

before you knew it, you started to enjoy yourself. shocking. you realised that you actually had a good time as childe walked you out of the restaurant, with your hand intertwined with his. 

you also realised just how unbearably close he was to you, and you could feel his warmth. you’d held his hand many times before, but just now, you were noticing all the lines on his palms, you were feeling how his knuckles felt, you were realising just how clammy his hands were getting.

maybe he realised what this situation was like, too. 

you looked up at him, he was lost in his thoughts. you tugged at his shirt, and he snapped out of whatever daydream he was having, and looked down at you. 

“hey, it’s diluc’s birthday in a few days.” you told him, and missed completely how childe’s expression soured at the mention of diluc. 

“uh… happy birthday to him, i guess.” childe replied, absentmindedly. 

“it’s not today, god. it’s in a few days, and kaeya’s hosting a surprise party.” you said, “are you attending?”

“i got an invite from kaeya, yeah, but i said no.” childe rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “i don’t really like diluc.” 

“you should attend regardless. it’ll be a good way for us to appear in public more as a couple.” you suggested, and noticed how his lips curved upwards at the mention of ‘couple’. “and! and… it’s basic courtesy, y’know.”

“right… i’ll give it some thought. didn’t know you cared.” 

“don’t make me regret requesting you to come.” 

he let out a laugh, and you narrowed your eyes, noticing how the corners of his eyes crinkled up.

“thanks for tonight, ajax.” you smiled, though it wasn’t forced. “it was alright.” 

“i don’t know what i should comment on, you genuinely thanking me, or saying it was ‘alright’ immediately after that.” childe replied, “well, i’m glad it was alright. text me when you get home.”

“you’ve never asked me to do that before.” you raised a brow.

“you’ve never come anywhere with just me that wasn’t the studio.” childe shrugged, “besides, i’m asking now, aren’t i? it would be improper of me to not make sure my girlfriend gets home safe.”

you felt the tips of your ears flush when you heard the term. “uh huh… and when does tartaglia care about being proper?” he playfully rolled his eyes in response.

“see you tomorrow.” he said, opening the door to the taxi he had booked for you. “good night, y/n.”

you wished him a good night, and went on your way. you couldn’t help but look out the window, and observed how he waved at you, smiling. 

he has a pretty smile. 

…

wait, what?

published on; 21st august, 2023. writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr

[reoona]

locked out of heaven | tears of themis artem x reader

pairing: artem x f! reader (reader is rosa and is living together with artem)

read luke's (more pairings soon!)

synopsis: it's 2 a.m., he just came home from a long day (and night, considering it's the next day now) ready to hit the hay, but you're already sleeping beyond waking.

After a day-long of NXX investigations consisting of running around Stellis and some surrounding places, Artem didn't have the heart to let (y/n) continue working that day. After they finished arranging and discussing their findings, Artem told her to go home first.

"You must be tired. Go home first. I'm going to take care of a few documents first."

"It's okay, Mr. Wing. I also have some documents to—"

One glare from senior attorney Artem Wing and (y/n) just nodded in compliance. Or should be said, boyfriend Artem Wing; that title emphasized the affection implied in his instruction and it was imperative to be followed.

"Oh, Artem?" (y/n) head popped again at Artem's office door after she left to gather her belongings. "Can I have the keys?"

Only around five hours later, in the 2 a.m. stillness of the corridor outside his penthouse, that conversation hit him like a truck.

That's why I didn't have the keys with me, he thought to himself. We usually go home together and I'll open the door...

Artem couldn't help but to chuckle. So this was what Celestine meant by 'not living the bachelor's life' anymore. Now you have another person's businesses directly affecting your life and yours affecting hers, down to the small thing like entering your own house. Well, not really yours anymore...more like ours?

Artem shuddered. Wow, wasn't that so affectionate for being thought by him. Guess being close with (y/n) indeed had been affecting him. Not that he didn't like it though. It was nice to be able express something that once so unfamiliar with him.

Between all the thoughts, he reached for his phone. His thumb hovered over her number. Should he call her to open the door? But that meant he would be disturbing her sleep. Maybe he could go back to the law firm and pull an all-nighter, or he could just sleep there; he has slept in his office a few times when handling though cases, usually on his chair, or his sofa could also do. Or maybe—

His phone vibrated. (Y/n).

"Hello?"

"Hi Artem. You're not coming home yet?"

"I...I am home."

"What?"

"I'm outside. I don't have the keys,so—"

Hurried footsteps are heard from inside the penthouse. Then he heard rattling keys, and the door opened. (Y/n) was standing behind the door, still in her office attire.

"Artem, I'm sorry!" She spoke in hoarse voice while letting Artem inside. "I only remembered that you don't have the keys when I was already home. I waited for you to come home so I can open the door for you, but I fell asleep for hours!"

Artem looked at her. "You waited for me?"

She nodded. "I thought letting the door be unlocked is kind of unsafe, so I hanged in the living room, so I can hear you when you arrive, but...yeah, I'm so sorry!"

Her life affecting his and his affecting hers. And because her life is important for him, his life is important for her. If not, she would not have waited for him like this.

Artem smiled softly as warmth crept to his cheek. "You don't need to be sorry. It's not anyone's fault, really."

Dumbfounded by his smile, (y/n) found her right cheek stroked by his hand. Another hand wrapped her waist into his embrace. His chin resting on her neck.

"Instead, I should thank you for waiting for me. I really appreciate it."

Artem's hug tightened. (Y/n) wrapped his shoulders in return.

"You're very welcome."

A simple contentment, but so precious to be experienced.

Oh, how happy I am to have you as my home.

a/n

I actually don't remember whether Artem's penthouse uses the traditional key and keyhole or something like fingerprint/PIN. If it's the latter, this whole fic is busted lol. Let us just pretend for the sake of fluffy domestic love story about senior attorney Artem Wing.

I also find that being consistent with the prompt is so hard. Rosa should be sleeping through the whole ordeal of her boyfriend being unable to enter the house, yet here she is doing the total opposite.

I hope you still enjoy the fic though. Thank you for reading this!

Also thank you for the notes I receive for Luke's version. Thank you for the follows too! I hope I can continue writing fiction for you and I to enjoy :D

Don't forget to drink your water!

much love, reona

[dr-jem-nutcase]

hi dr nutcase! this is manmonsters&aliens

okay 1. brainrotting so hard about the divorce. how do you think Derek felt about that? about his dad? because of this I imagined meeting Susan's parents must've been nice.. but he was quick to throw that away

2. DID HE TURN TO HIS MOMMA AFTER THE WEDDING/BEING PUBLICALLY EMBARRASSED?? COMFORT RETURNED OUGH...... honestly if he went into shock about Susan's growth spurt he would've complained, then not talk about it for a whole month and basically pretend Susan didn't exist and that everything was fine. Everything is normal! he has such a fixed idea of what he wants he's not flexible at all but would go to lengths for any ounce of opportunity...

3. Oh my GODD SIBLINGS?? OLDER SIBLINGS?! AND HE'S THE YOUNGEST FGHSGHFJHHHHF AAA— ahem herm. absolutely agree on the insecurity and competitiveness he's really like. going for better things for himself

sorry if this is incomprehensible I'm just a big fan of Derek Dietl 👍 he's my ballerina Barbie doll I occasionally find rotating in my brain

anyways, here's a hc of mine! Derek used to do photography, maybe like a hobby. He took the mini golf picture of Susan as like. a family outing or something. it got dropped when he realised he wanted to be in front of the camera instead ^—^

Hi, sorry for the late response. For whatever reason, this message didn't show up until later. I do like the photography hobby HC.

Now about Derek....

Derek felt disappointed that his parents decided to go separate ways. He knew there was some amount of tension going on between them that couldn't be resolved but only knew half of it until he was older. But knowing that a few of his peers/classmates/whatever had divorced parents too helped him feel better, that he wasn't alone. Susan knew about his dad in West Virginia and held onto the albeit reluctant promise that she and Derek would visit him someday as Derek's career progressed. I'm sure he holds his dad in good regards but just wishes that he could've taken up residence somewhere else with a more refined culture

I can imagine his relationship with his mom is strained, which made him a tad bit jealous of Susan's good relationship with her own parents (also, meeting the parents can make a good impression in a relationship). He was his mom's golden child, and she's overly attached to him and had a hard time letting go of him when he wanted to make a life for himself and be his own person, a little like Howard's mom in Big Bang Theory. She also seems like the type to be overly talkative and a little obnoxious, like you have to try to escape a potentially hour-long mostly one-sided conversation without coming across as a jerk, which kinda pushed Susan away. Regardless of losing Susan and losing progress in his career, he still wants to be his own person. He appreciates whatever gestures of comfort his mom has had to offer during the bad days like "how's my weatherman doing 🥺?" phone calls and offers to come over to his apartment to cheer him up but he doesn't want to go back to being a mama's boy. But he's not alone in this world and has a few buddies. He just knows it's gonna be a long road to get back to where he was in the movie, probably a couple years later when the news of Susan turning him down isn't as big anymore