#would like him to remind me to eat too . n carry me back to bed when it's gotten too late at night for m brain to work

[hwaitham]

thimking of al haitham sitting me in his lap n helping me study n giving me a kiss on th cheek for each problem i solve correctly is the only thing keeping mi frm crying every 10 minutes C':

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [16] - First Step

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Some meetings cause rumors.

Word Count: 2200

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

You didn’t say this enough, but your best friend was a goddamn genius.

“Aren’t you the most beautiful princess in the entire world?” you asked, carrying Alpine in your arms while she purred. “Hm? I think you are!”

Bucky was busy with the coffee maker as you walked into the open kitchen but he had heard you talk to Alpine so he grabbed a coffee cup.

“Coffee?”

“Yes please,” you said, extending your arms to hold Alpine up. Bucky poured coffee into a cup and turned around, but jerked his head back as soon as he came face to face with Alpine.

“Jesus Christ—”

 “Say good morning to my daughter.”

“I thought she was our daughter.”

“I’m a single mom who works two jobs.”

“Not one word of that is true.”

“No, it’s from—” You shook your head slightly. “Whatever. Say good morning!”

Alpine meowed at him as if demanding him to say good morning and Bucky chuckled, then scratched at her head.

“Good morning, little hellspawn.”

“How dare you, she’s an angel!” you said and put Alpine down so that she could go to her food bowl and Bucky handed you your coffee.

“Thanks,” you said and jumped to sit on the kitchen island, crossing your legs and Bucky leaned back to the counter, sipping his coffee.

“So,” he said. “Ready for today?”

You heaved a sigh and nodded your head. “Mm hm.”

“Nervous?”

“I’m never nervous,” you replied way too fast and Bucky shot you a look.

“Charm.”

“It’s just for other people to see,” you said. “It’s not like it’s a real meeting anyway. I’ll see Steve, have a coffee, learn what’s been happening on his territory the last couple of days and come back.”

“Exactly,” he said. “And you know Steve.”

“And I know Steve,” you repeated. “Uh huh.”

“I can go if you don’t feel ready—”

“No, I’m going,” you said. “I’m ready. It’s about time.”

Bucky took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat.

“Do you think your father will shoot me?”

You huffed out a laugh.

“That’s what’s on your mind?”

“Well I didn’t get much sleep last night thanks to you insisting that our little demon—”

“She’s the most precious princess in the world.”

“Yeah, her,” Bucky nodded in the direction of Alpine who was still happily eating her food. “Sleeping in the bed with us, so I’ve had some time to think.”

You waved a hand in the air. “Both of us have been shot at before, don’t act like it’d be something new for you.”

“That is not comforting at all, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes.

“He won’t shoot you,” you said. “It would fuck up the truce.”

“Not because I’m his son-in-law?”

“That too,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “But you know, he cares more about the business than he cares about me, so.”

Bucky let out a laugh, but raised his brows when he saw the look on your face.

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” he asked and you scoffed.

“Come on,” you said. “He doesn’t trust me with his beloved business, it’s very obvious he likes Ian more than me—”

“Choosing someone as heir is very different than liking them,” Bucky said with a bitter smile. “Trust me, I would know.”

You tilted your head. “George loves you.”

“Oh, he really doesn’t,” he pointed out. “I assure you, he doesn’t. I had a boss growing up, not a father.”

You blinked a couple of times, your stomach doing an unpleasant flip.

“Bucky…”

“He adores Becca though,” Bucky said as if you two were just talking about the weather. “He would die for her, same as Arthur with you.”

“That’s not—have you been to therapy?”

He gave you a confused look. “Why would I go to therapy?”

“Maybe because you didn’t have the best childhood?” you asked and he waved a hand in the air.

“Nah, I don’t need therapy,” he said. “I’m fine.”

“See, I don’t think—”

“But my point is,” he cut you off. “your father has worked for that truce for years, deep down he knows Ian is not the right heir, but he is ready to let him take over and start a war if it means you’ll be away from the business.”

“It’s just to honor my mom,” you replied after a beat. “Has nothing to do with me. If anything, he likes her memory more than he likes me.”

“Either way, it doesn’t sound like he cares more about the truce, does he?” he asked. “I’d say he made his choice between you and the truce years ago. It honestly might be the only thing me and Arthur have in common.”

Your eyes snapped up to his. “How so?”

“Well,” he said, giving you a small smile. “I’d happily sit back and let the whole city catch fire if it meant you would be safe. Fuck the truce.”

You stared at him in silence and he winked at you, then put his cup on the counter.

“Good luck for today!” he called out as he made his way to the bedroom and you let out a breath, then turned your head to look at Alpine who jumped on the counter.

“We’re not falling for that,” you told her. “No we’re not.”

                                                         *

Even you had to admit that Bucky was pretty smart; an official meeting with Steve as the first step of you getting involved in the business made perfect sense. Not only would it show that you had allies, but also it would be a very relaxed, casual meeting for you and him both.

Knowing it was different than feeling it though, because nervousness was pounding through your system as you stepped out of the elevator, and followed his assistant to the waiting area just outside Steve’s office but as soon as you stepped in there, Ian’s head shot up.

“What the…” he said and you smiled at Ryan who was at the corner of the room, and took your seat across from Ian.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you said airily and Ian’s frown deepened.

“What are you doing here?”

“I have an appointment.”

“About what?” he asked like a demand and you arched a brow.

“Careful with your fucking tone,” you growled and he scoffed.

“What on earth do you have that would require a meeting with Rogers?”

“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” you stated. “You don’t see me ask you the same question, do you?”

He gritted his teeth, glaring at you but before he could retort, Steve’s door opened and you both turned your heads.

“Hey, sorry for the mix up,” Steve said, leaning against the door frame. “Y/N, come in.”

“Excuse me?” Ian asked as you stood up. “Rogers, I’ve been waiting here for almost half an hour now.”

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “You know how hierarchy works, Ian.”

“Yeah and I’m here representing my uncle.”

“You don’t have a title yet,” Steve deadpanned, making you purse your lips to hold back your grin while Ryan raised his brows, looking between Steve and Ian. “She is a boss’s wife. Arthur will tell you the same thing, that’s just how the rules are. My hands are tied here. Y/N?”

“It was nice to see you, tell my father I said hi,” you told Ian and walked into Steve’s office before he closed the door. You turned to him with a smile, then took your seat across from his desk.

“So,” you said. “Was there really a mix up, or did you do it on purpose? Don’t get me wrong, I’ll buy you coffee if you did it on purpose.”

He let out a chuckle and took his seat behind his desk.

“As much as I love to piss him off, it really wasn’t on purpose,” he said. “I’ve been on this call with Chicago for over an hour now.”

Your head shot up. “Hm?”

“Yeah which is no use as Bucky and Sam keep telling me,” Steve said. “Chicago doesn’t do business with anyone. Especially this new guy Rhett, he recently took over, basically rules the whole city and—oh, you went to college in Chicago, right? Do you know him?”

You tried to control the smile threatening to pull at your lips, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Just slightly,” you lied through your teeth and Steve nodded his head.

“So yeah he’s definitely not interested,” he said. “I guess some things stay the same even when the king changes. I hoped he would be more open to it than his father, but…”

Well well…

Wasn’t this an interesting piece of information?

“Anyway,” Steve said, clearing his throat. “This is a briefing then?”

“Eh, more like catching up.”

“Will your father shoot me?”

“I swear, sometimes you and Bucky share one braincell,” you pointed out, making him laugh.

“Listen, it’s a valid concern,” he said. “I should know if I should double up the security around here.”

“He won’t, it’d fuck up the truce,” you said. “I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely not going to be happy but…”

Steve hummed. “But it’s better than Ian being the heir.”

“I mean, Ian believes that he is the heir already,” you said. “And he’s not alone in that, many people believe that as well.”

That made him think for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders.

“You know how it goes in the business,” he said. “Half of the people who support him do that because they think there’s no alternative.”

“But there is."

“Exactly.”

You nibbled on your lip, then took a deep breath and leaned back in your seat to shoot him a smile.

“So,” you said. “Shall we?”

                                            *

Your meeting with Steve went very well, and by the time you left there, you were in a wonderful mood. Not even the sight of Ian when you left Steve’s office, so you decided to meet up with Becca and Leila as planned. Apparently Leila would be a bit late, so you and Becca went to your favorite brunch place while you waited for her and ordered drinks.

“So then things are good between you two?” you asked her as the waitress brought your mimosas and she nodded her head fervently.

“It’s amazing between us,” she said. “I mean I was worried she wouldn’t come to the wedding but once she did and we talked…”

“And the car chase?” you asked and she heaved a sigh.

“I mean, it did scare the hell out of her,” she said. “But it has nothing to do with me or our relationship, she says.”

“She’s a keeper.”

“She really is,” Becca said. “How about you and Buck? Did you two get used to being parents yet?”

You let out a laugh.

“We’re getting there,” you said. “Alpine is my little princess, I love her so much already.”

“See? I was right, as always,” Becca said with her nose up in the air while you sipped your drink.

“Yeah yeah…”

“Speaking of parents,” she said. “How pissed off will your dad be?”

“I mean I’m guessing Ian ran off to tell him all about today,” you said, checking your phone for what felt like the hundredth time. “I expect a phone call at the very least but I doubt it’ll just end there, he will want to talk to me face to face.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I’m meeting Ethan tomorrow, so probably no,” you said, making her raise her brows.

“Oh, has he stopped being so bitter about your marriage?”

You gave her a small smile.

“He was just surprised,” you said. “I get it.”

“You do realize you owe him nothing though?” she asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I know,” you said. “It’s just—things were kind of weird between us and I don’t like it.”

“Right,” she said, doubt laced in her tone. “So we’re both going to pretend he doesn’t have feelings for you then?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Even if he had feelings for me,” you said. “Nothing could happen between us. I don’t have time to waste on romance, I’m trying to take over a goddamn empire here.”

Becca clicked her tongue before sipping her drink and you licked your lips.

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you,” you said. “Before George announced he would retire and Bucky took over, while he was still the heir…What was it like?”

A shadow crossed Becca’s eyes and she huffed out a bitter laugh.

“He wasn’t exactly nice,” she said slowly, making you frown.

“Your dad?”

Becca gave you a sad smile.

“We used to joke about that,” she muttered. “I had a dad. My brother on the other hand had a boss most of the time.”

You blinked a couple of times but before you could ask anything else, Becca’s eyes found someone over your shoulder and a smile lit up her face, making you follow her line of sight.

“Hi there!” Leila said and gave her a kiss, then hugged you as you got up from your seat. “Sorry for being late!”

“No problem at all, we just sat down,” Becca assured her as you all took your seats and Leila turned to you.

“So how’s the honeymoon going?”

You smiled at her, trying to pull yourself together.

“Oh, you know,” you said, clearing your throat and motioning at the waiter. “Madly in love, that sort of thing. Drinks?”

Chapter 17

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒

a/n: overanalyzing kny characters’ love languages, both expressing their love and how they prefer to be loved in return.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : tanjiro, inosuke, kyojuro, and tengen.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, keep in mind these are all my opinion.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 & 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Tanjiro screams acts of service, and you can see it in the way he cares for everyone. Nezuko especially. So it should come as no surprise that his natural way of expressing his love for you is to do things for you. It ranges from small things, like instinctively covering table/furniture edges when you bend down to pick something up so you don’t hurt yourself on them, to quite literally using his body to shield your own from harm in battle.

— Winding down for bed? Let him help you with your skincare routine, applying moisturizing oils to your face with gentle swipes of his fingers over your cheeks. Do you wear your hair in a specific style? Please teach him how so he can do it for you! If he finds you cooking or cleaning up around the house, he always asks if there is anything he could help you with, and hesitates when you insist that there wasn’t.

“Okay, darling if you say so… but come find me if you change your mind?” he sighs, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek before scurrying off to let you carry on with what you were doing.

— Tanjiro does all sorts of things with you in mind without even thinking about it. Like leaving notes with sweet things and reminders around the house when he’s away for when you wake up. Or offering to cook when you’re too exhausted to, being mindful of the things you prefer to eat, so you enjoy the things he makes ❤︎

— Another crucial piece of his love language is words of affirmation. Tanjiro is never too shy to give praise, especially to his partner, whom he holds in the highest esteem. If you are ever feeling doubtful of your capabilities, he will be sure to put those insecurities to rest with endless reassurance and kind words.

— If you are a slayer like him, he’ll be all but singing your praises after every successful dispatch, complimenting your form, courage, and gracefulness with shining eyes. He can always find a compliment for you without having to think very long or hard about it.

— And though it has little to do with why he’s in love with you, he can’t help but tell you just how beautiful he finds you to be. You truly take his breath away, even when you aren’t dressed up in the slightest. He thinks there’s beauty in your comfortability around him. So even when you just rolled out of bed with your hair a mess and makeup from the previous day smeared across your face, he thinks you’re the loveliest creature to grace the earth.

— Tanjiro always notices when you change things about your appearance, and is sure to comment on every change with his approval.

— New haircut? He’s asking to feel it and telling you how nice it looks on you. Wearing a new outfit? He'll note that it suits you perfectly and hopes you’ll wear it more often. This is especially true when it comes to your scent. Seeing as his sense of smell is so potent, he easily becomes attached to your unique scent. He doesn’t care much for strong perfumes, but if you use a different soap or conditioner, he will notice.

“You smell so good today, my love,” he sighs into the crook of your neck and shoulder as he embraces you from behind, reddish-black hairs tickling you.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

— It has to be physical touch. Although he is open to all sorts of ways his partner would express their love for him, their physical affection is by far his favorite way to receive it. He adores your every gentle touch and loving gesture, leaning into every caress, sighing into every kiss, and his eyes fluttering shut at every embrace.

— Your touch grounds and comforts him, bringing him back down to earth when his responsibilities and anxieties pull him into his head. You can tell when those worries are festering, weighing heavily on the man that grew up much too quickly and saw so many horrors so young. Survivor's guilt is brutal, and he rarely has the time to spare to confront how that trauma has affected him psychologically. But that’s where you come in, salving and soothing.

— Your arms have become his sanctuary, holding him upright when he doesn’t have the strength to stand any longer. Your heartbeat against his ear calms him down like nothing else, so he melts when you guide his head to rest atop your heart, softly petting his wine-colored hair and reminding him that you were real- that you weren’t going anywhere.

— Tanjiro adores your hands. He loves the way they feel in his own, tugging him along when you’re out and about together so you don’t lose track of one another. He loves how easily he folds when you rub out all the aches and pains in his body after a long assignment, taking such good care of him.

— He loves the simple touches you think nothing about, like grabbing his waist as you brush past him, leaving him a flustered mess. Or the shapes you trace on his thigh while you’re seated side by side. You may do it mindlessly, but he’s hyper-aware of where your bodies meet, easily distracted by the slightest touches.

— Suffice it to say, he really likes it when you touch him.

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 & 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

— A toughie, but I’d say he primarily expresses his affection for you through physical touch!

— Inosuke has never been a prude about getting up close and personal, the man does fight people for fun after all. Which ties in with one of his favorite ways to show affection: roughhousing! He gets immense enjoyment out of play fighting with you, whether that be out of boredom or he just wants an excuse to touch you without coming off soft.

— Always touching you mindlessly, like resting an elbow on your head/shoulder, tugging you along by the arm toward fun activities, or leaning over you to pick up something. Doesn’t even think about it when he crawls into your lap or drags you into his own, and just scratches at his head when others act scandalized by his public displays of affection.

— Isn’t above making out with you in front of others so you might have to reign him in, even if he doesn’t entirely understand what the big whoop is about sharing spit with you with an audience. In his mind, that just means others will know you’re his “mate” and to not bother competing, not that anyone could compete with “Mountain God, Inosuke!”

— He definitely does the loving “head bonk” thing that cats do. Oftentimes he doesn’t even bother taking his mask off to do that though, and the fur of his mask is a little scratchy :(((

— Inosuke very much enjoys sparring with you, no matter the gap of power between you. Doesn’t matter if he knows he’ll win or get his ass handed to him, he wants to share his passion with you. And if you’re as enthusiastic about fighting as he is? All the more reason to spend so much time testing one another’s limits and making one another stronger opponents in the process.

— Another part of Inosuke’s love language is gift-giving! oddly enough. He’s very much the “finders keepers” and “if you have it, i want it,” type, but that seems to not apply to you.

— Expect to receive all sorts of odd trinkets, rocks, and shiny things he either finds, steals, or acquires on his assignments. While these things might not seem particularly valuable or significant, they meant something to him. Enough to want to share it with you in hopes it would make you happy too.

— The best part is the way he puffs up with pride after you express your approval of his offering, boasting about how “of course you like it! I, the great Inosuke, went through great trouble to get it for you!” though inside, he’s a little bit nervous when presenting his gifts to you, on the slight chance that you don’t appreciate them.

— The more you praise him for his gifts the more frequent they become, though you might be perplexed by the things that turn up at your doorstep. They’re mostly harmless, aside from the occasional dead animal.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 & 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

— His first choice when it comes to receiving your love would be words of affirmation. After all, who wouldn’t like a bit of praise every now and then? But in Inosuke’s case, he thrives off of being reminded of just how amazing you find him to be.

— It’s not hard to find things about him to compliment, he’s a truly incredible slayer, and a fiercely loyal partner.

— Keep the flattering remarks coming! He’s eating them all up! And getting more and more attached to you the more you tell him the things he’s good at.

— He doesn’t much understand compliments on his appearance, nor does he value them as much as your flattery of his physical prowess, but they do have an effect on him.

— As for the quality time part, making an effort to spend time with him is a surefire way to get his heart pumping (though he might not realize that he’s in love with you, just that he likes being around you.)

— Inosuke’s clingy in every sense of the word, trailing close behind wherever you wander off to. He wants to go everywhere with you, so making plans with him in mind or just getting up and tugging him along with you is totally acceptable.

— Inosuke finally understands what Tanjiro and Zenitsu meant when they said that food tastes better when you eat with others. Because his meals just don’t satisfy him like they do when he shares them with you. Sometimes he’ll seek you out just to stuff his face beside you, grinning wolfishly when you scold him for eating too quickly, and making a face when you wipe food off his face (he secretly likes it)

— He wants to be a part of your routine, even if it consists of him just sitting there while you do your hair (do not trust him with it, he will make you look so busted istg 😭) or trying to sneak bites while you cook, only to get his hand smacked.

— Inosuke craves your company, even if you aren’t necessarily interacting. He just wants to have you there.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Words of affirmation hands down. Kyojuro is a man of praise and isn’t too shy to lay it on thick with his lovely partner. He honestly can’t shut up about how beautiful, amazing, and talented he finds you to be.

— The other Hashira – and honestly anyone that’ll listen – are constantly updated on the daily Y/n scoop! He just has so much adoration for you welling up inside that it comes spilling out of his smiling lips at every opportunity.

— His compliments aren’t empty either. He’s an honest man, and only says what he believes to be true. And if you expect his flattery to stop at looks, you’d be sorely mistaken. He praises every little thing you do: swordplay, hobbies, crafts, simply existing.

— And if you were ever to make something special just for him? He’s swooning so hard, accepting your gift graciously and telling you just how much he loves it and what a good job you did crafting it! Doesn’t matter how much of an amateur you are, he is waxing poetic about your stick figure like it's the most beautiful artwork he’s ever laid eyes on and keeping it forever.

“My love, this is magnificent! I’ll cherish it and keep it close to me so that I might be reminded of you every time I see it!” Kyojuro announces with a bright smile so wide his cheeks start to hurt. You even swear you see his eyes get a little glossy at the gesture.

— Even when you aren’t doing anything particularly significant, he’s always expressing his undying love for you.

“I adore you. You know that, right?” “You make me so happy, darling flame.” “You’re so easy to talk to.”

(LIKE CHILL OUT WITH THAT BEFORE I 🫠)

— Definitely isn’t afraid to say he loves you outright. He’d scream it to the world unashamed if you asked ❤︎

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇

— Physical touch physical touch physical touch!!! Though I doubt he realizes it, Kyojuro is devastatingly touch-starved. He lost his mother young, and his father is hardly the type to spare a caring touch for his children. That has an enormous effect on someone, even Kyojuro. So when he first gets a taste of your affections, he’s hooked.

— Wavers and melts into every gentle touch you offer him, looking enraptured at the feeling of your soft hands holding his face so sweetly, so delicately. Pay close enough attention and you might see him get a little teary-eyed, because how did he survive so long without this? He feels brittle beneath your fingertips, threatening to shatter with every featherlight kiss and caress.

— On one of your first dates, you asked if you could feed him and his heart nearly lept out of his chest. He of course indulged you, though he wasn’t prepared for you to cup his face and hold a piece of octopus with your chopsticks to his lips. INSTANT HEART EYES, and a considerable blush on his cheeks as he accepted the bite of food gratefully. Kyojuro’s loud exclamation of “TASTY!” was particularly spirited afterward.

— Kyojuro oddly feels obligated to thank you after you give him affection those first few times.

— Kyojuro’s definitely a hugger, so cling onto him all you like, and he’ll hold onto you just as tightly.

— Cuddles? Yes please! This man is practically glued to you, and refuses to be moved, particularly in the morning.

— Kyojuro isn’t a morning person, and practically needs to be dragged by the ankles out of bed. And that’s if you can pry his arms off of you to begin with. His relationship with waking up improves if you’re soft about it, coaxing him out of bed with plenty of kisses over his face until he can’t pretend to sleep any longer.

— Kyojuro wants to hold hands whenever you’re out and about together, whether you’re perusing food stalls, shopping at the market, or finding yourselves in the crowd of a bustling city.

— Play with his flame-colored hair and watch him melt into a puddle. He’s so fond of it that he’ll ask you to brush through it and tie his hair up in his signature half-ponytail most days.

— He finds your fascination with his hands endearing, and can’t stop smiling to himself when you play with them idly.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 & 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄

— Tengen is definitely a gift-giver! He always returns from his assignments with something shiny or expensive to drop into your lap and watch you gush over it.

— He’s always thinking of you and has a habit of buying things that even remotely remind him of you. Though sometimes it seems like he purchases things just cus he thinks they’re flashy, and is a bit perplexed when they don’t seem to have the same effect on you. If you’re someone who prefers more humble gifts, or handmade items, he will adapt. A bit begrudgingly, because he wants to give you nice things, glittery things. Because he thinks you deserve them.

— His whole demeanor changes the moment he sees the way your face lights up when he gifts you something more practical. Pays closer attention to things you actually use when considering future gifts.

— Often gifts you things in hopes that you’ll wear them on your person. Whether it be jewelry he thinks matches your eyes, a bright kimono in a color he just knows would compliment your skin tone, or more… skimpy garments. For his eyes only, of course.

— he also strikes me as an acts of service guy? Tengen will do just about anything to protect you, all too ready to put your life before his own. And though he won’t say it outright, he likes doing things for you. It hardly matters if you’re capable of doing tasks on your own, he wants to do them for you.

— And if you’re not the type to ask for help? He’ll just have to make your life a little harder. Puts your things on high shelves so you have to come looking for him to get them down for you, purchases extra heavy furniture so you have to ask so sweetly if he could move it, and doesn’t let you pay for a damn thing!

— It might be irritating, but he just wants you to need him, even in small ways. That’s what you get for getting involved with a man with an inflated ego that values you above all else.

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Quite unsurprisingly words of affirmation. Tell him all the things you like about him, he’s got his chin on his hand and kicking his feet giddily. Has the nerve to ask, “and what else, darling?” As if you won’t go off about how devastatingly attractive he is 🗣

— Pile on the praise, he’s lapping it all up. You’ll have him monologuing at this rate, hardly able to get a word in as he drones on about himself. Honestly, you shouldn’t feed into his ego so much, his head’s already as big as his waist 😒

“You’re so pretty, Lord Tengen,” you’d purr, and he’s fluffing up like a bird, practically oozing with pride at your praise.

“How kind of you to notice!” Tengen laughs, because of course he knows it, but can’t help but get cocky when his lover is forthright with their admiration for him.

— Though if you keep flattering him like that you might get him a little too excited, and he’s even more insufferable when his ego isn’t the only thing swelling.

— Praise beyond his appearance will surprise him, and it’s your secret weapon. Tell him that you feel safe with him, and that he does such a good job of protecting you. Gush about how helpful he is, or how well he treats you, and watch him melt, a bit unsure of what to say for once.

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Family Formation Part Two

Summary: the first years take a shopping trip, and Megumi calls you mom. Satoru is a little shit, but the best dad.

CW: Motherhood, pregnancy, swearing, talks of menstruation, dad gojo, intense sweetness

A/N: I absolutely did not expect part one to blow up like that but I’m so happy it did!!! I’m gonna turn this into a mini series but pls beware it’s not gonna be in any kinda order, just snippets of you and Gojo’s little puzzle piece family. Comment if u wanna be tagged in future parts!

Part One

You sit in your office on campus, about to finish up to go meet your husband for dinner with the kids (they’re your students, but really, they’re all your kids). Just as you stand up from your desk, the door opens and in walks Megumi, hands in his pockets and radiating teenage angst and uncertainty.

“Hey honey.” You say, slipping your purse over your shoulder, “did Satoru send you to walk me across campus again, because if he did, next time you have full permission to smack him across the head and remind him his wife is a special grade sorcerer too - just because his spawn is currently living inside me doesn’t mean I can’t walk.” You knew your husband meant well, but since your pregnancy was discovered he had all his students on Guard-My-Wife duty when he himself wasn’t available.

“He did, but actually I was going to come to talk to you about something… I have a favour to ask you.” He says as he takes your purse off your shoulder to carry it himself (you know there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s as stubborn as they come and almost as protective of you as Satoru). He’s kicking his shoes against the floor and suddenly he must think the strap of your bag is the most interesting thing in the world. You knew these signs, after 10 years of raising this boy you knew this was him feeling uncomfortable to talk about something.

“Of course, sweetheart - what do you need” A quick squeeze of his shoulder and a small smile reassuring him is spread on your face as you coax him into telling you.

“So eh, do you remember when we came to you and Satoru and you took us shopping and we got stuff and then you showed us both how to make our beds and showed Tsumiki how to braid her hair and all that stuff?” He could barely meet your eyes, this boy was so emotionally constipated you were never sure how he got any words out.

“Of course I do! I remember setting up your room, and we got that sweet nightlight that had the moon and stars for your room and a cloud one for Tsumiki - do you need them? I think they’re in the garage somewhere I can get Satoru to -” you were cut off mid sentence by him.

“No it’s just that, today I saw Itadori in his room and he had no sheets because the only ones he had were being washed and then Nobara is, eh, dealing with some - on her, eh, it’s her time” (you could see him floundering and flushing at trying to tell you Nobara is on her period, so you thought you’d save the rest of his face from becoming the same colour as Itadori’s hair).

“Okay so Yuuji needs bedsheets and Nobara is on her period - is that the issue, honey?” You ask, trying to figure out why you needed to be involved, apart from maybe a quick store run.

“It’s that and like, Nobara keeps getting cuts on her legs after she showers and Yuuji didn’t know what conditioner was so I thought maybe, since you were able to, yaknow, sort things out for me and Tsumiki you might be able to help them? It’s dumb, nevermind, they’re fine. They can figure it out. I’ll walk you to Satoru.” He scratched the back of his neck, turning to walk out the door. But it had all clicked in your mind, what he was hoping you would do.

“It’s not dumb, sweetheart. It’s really sweet, I think I know what you mean and how I can help. So, let’s get to the common area, I’ll text Satoru to pick us all up some food and we can all eat in the dorms together tonight, okay. But first let’s get the other two and we’ll drive to the store, yeah, we can get some things there and also - this little one is telling me very sternly I need to eat some Smokey bacon chips.” You grabbed his elbow, knowing he’s probably FAR too old to let you grab his hand like you did when he was 6 but still wanting to give him the smallest hint of physical affection and guidance since you knew what he asked if you took every ounce of not-fainting-from-embarrassment he had in his body. He was, in his roundabout, beat around the bush way, asking if you’d play mom to his friends who are either completely without family or miles and miles from home at only 15.

After rounding up Yuuji and Nobara and settling them into the back seat of your car, with Megumi up front with you, you drive off. As you get there, you see Nobara clutch her stomach a tiny bit, noticing the symptoms of period pains from a mile away - even with it being 6 months since your last one (thank you Satoru and baby).

“Boys, go find me Smokey bacon chips please, Nobara, will you help me find some baby clothes?” You shoo the boys away, giving you and Nobara some space for girl time, or what you hoped she would come to think of as mom and daughter time.

“Okay so, while we look at these, I noticed you’ve some cramps, have you got pads or tampons and stuff? Some painkillers, a heating pad?” She flushed as you ask, but you knew with a girl like Nobara who eerily reminded you of a mixture of you and 15 year old Shoko, would much prefer a straightforward and direct approach.

“Um, I have some pads sensei but to be honest, they’re kinda annoying for training and missions but, I don’t understand how tampons work like I mean I’ve tried so much but I can’t get it right. I didn’t know what painkillers to use so I snuck one of Gojo-Sensei’s migraine meds, which helped but also made me sleep for 12 hours.” She rambled on, in typical Kugisaki fashion as if these period related things were personally attacking her and she wanted nothing more than to smack them down. You guided her to the period products and told her to get what she needed, get some new razors with aloe strips and all other things she could need that her mom would usually shop with her for, and you’d give her some tips on tampons when you all got back to the dorm, you also told her that if she ever wanted to go shopping with you that you’d love that, to which she hastily agreed with and pointed out that desperately needed some new bras and you arranged for next weekend, adding in that you’d pop into some baby stores and let her go wild on some clothes so your kid could be ‘as fashionable as Aunty Nobara’ which made her jump with glee and talk about how she’s definitely going to be the coolest aunty because you’re gonna be the only other positive influence on the kids life because ‘Megumi has a stick up his ass, Itadori is a moron and Gojo-Sensei is a cringey dumbass, no offence I know he’s your husband, but you and I gotta make sure this kid doesn’t end up like them.’

You soon found the boys and shoved Megumi and Nobara off to find an assortment of candy your husband had text he wanted when you informed him of the store trip and your conversation with Megumi,

“Yuuji, honey, while we’re here - do you need anything? Some new clothes, towels, bedsheets? Satoru is paying.” You didn’t want to just drop Megumi in for telling you the things he did, so you tried to be inconspicuous with your guidance.

Yuuji sheepishly listed off some items he needed, as you picked up some new sheets for him, asking if he was too old for Spider-Man sheets to which he vehemently disagreed because he thought they were the sickest sheets and got the matching comic strip lamp to go with it. Yuuji never failed to bring a smile to your face, being the ray of sunshine he is, his thoughtfulness evident as he took the cart from you and even offered to carry you around the store because he ‘didn’t want you to get tired because sensei you’re GROWING A PERSON LIKE WHAT’.

In the car on the way back, as the kids poked fun at how much had been spent on their teachers card (it was a black Amex, it wasn’t even going to make a dent on the finances), you insisted the kids stop calling you sensei and call you Y/N instead, you never liked being ‘Sensei’ anyway.

Pulling up to the dorms, you open the trunk and everyone starts taking their bags from the back. Satoru swans out the door and dips you into a kiss which Megumi cringes at, Nobara and Yuuji squeal saying how sweet it is, and you return with enthusiasm.

“Well there’s the world’s sexiest momma to be!” He says spinning you as you giggle and he pecks a small kiss onto your belly. “It’s okay baby, daddy’s here now, no more boring Megumi to deal with okay, he’s going to turn out exactly like your Uncle Nanamin if he doesn’t lighten up! Maybe he just needs a kiss too!” Your husband tries to kiss the raven haired teens forehead but quickly gets smacked away and grumbled at with some choice words you’d usually scold him for using.

“Did you guys buy out the store? Which bag has the mochi?” He starts rummaging through the bags, pulling things out until you grab his hands and place two boxes in them which he immediately opens while

You move to take a bag in each hand until Megumi and Gojo grabs them from you.

“Ah! No lifting sweet pea! That’s why we’re here, you’re carrying precious Gojo cargo in there.” Satoru says as he pokes your belly.

“You shouldn’t lift heavy stuff like that, Mom, you’ll hurt yourself, plus Itadori can probably carry all this stuff in himself.” Megumi adds, in a rare occurrence of him agreeing with your husband.

You fully expected Yuuji to run to grab as many bags as he can handle from the trunk after this comment and carry them and probably you inside with a smile and a gentle but loud ‘I got this Sens-Y/N’ and Nobara to chuck the rest of her bags at your eldest son.

But it never came.

You just saw two jaws hanging on the floor, staring between you, Megumi and Satoru.

Megumi just made a judgemental face at his classmates and Satoru just stared at them as if they grew two heads.

“You two okay there?” You ask, jokingly checking their temperature with the inside of your wrist.

“Fushigoru - Fushigoru you said - you, what?!” Was all that came from Itadori before Nobara burst out with,

“You just called her Mom!”

A look of realisation flashed across Megumi and your face, they had never heard him call you mom before, something he’d been doing since you patched up a swollen fist after a fight at 11 years old with dog print bandaids and a soft kiss to the bruise.

Megumi fought the flush on his cheeks and rubbed the nape of his neck.

“So? That’s what you call a woman who raises you, dipshits.” This only seemed to confuse them more.

Gojo just stood back watching the scene through raised eyebrows and a little smirk.

“RAISED YOU? What?” The two other teenagers burst out with questions and sheer confusion, as Megumi silently pleaded to the gods that they would shut up, but instead got help in the form of you and Satoru.

“Satoru and I have been raising Megumi and his sister since he was 6, and that’s why he calls me mom, and why we never said this is our firstborn, because Megumi and Tsumiki were our kids first.” you said pointing between the three people you mentioned.

“How could you not know? Can you not see how much my darling eldest son adores his dearest beloved Papa?” Satoru says scooping Megumi into his arms who proceeds to flail about like he’s being kidnapped by a curse and say how he has never called him that ever and never will.

While your boys were busy teasing and arguing, you turn to the other two who were watching everything unfold in disbelief.

“One of the other reason I fucking hate being ‘Sensei’, because I’m also your best friends mom, not just your teacher - and I’m here for you kids too. For anything, okay? Satoru too, even if he acts like an ass sometimes. ”

You lead them both inside, knowing the scuffle between your son and husband will take some time judging by the swearing from Megumi and the cackling laughter for Satoru.

“Megumi, take it easy on dad, he’s growing old and feeble.” You shout over your shoulder.

“But if he calls you mom, why doesn’t he call Gojo dad?” Itadori asks.

“Oh he does, just not around you guys. He doesn’t want you both thinking he’s the favourite because we raised him. He gives him a Father’s Day card every year and Satoru texts him ‘goodnight kiddo,’ every night and used to sit in his room in our house for hours after we moved him into the dorms. But don’t tell him I told you that - and don’t tell Satoru. He’ll just milk it for months, and they’re both bloody useless with emotions. Nobara, pass me the smokey bacon chips will you, please honey? Let’s all watch a film and eat before I make your sensei drive us home to our house. Do you guys wanna have dinner at our house on Saturday? You could stay over?”

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the breakfast

lilac, chapter two

a/n: when my love, @chvoswxtch, asked me to bring the horny energy of miss patty from gilmore girls, of course I fucking did it, I'm not a criminal, that's what we all deserve

summary: “well, hello stranger.” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, wholesome villagers being adorable

word count: 2373

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The Lilac Inn wasn’t just an inn to the citizens of Dunbrook. It was its beating heart, a hub for the small community to gather. 

As the town’s only culinary establishment, the residents had always made a habit of eating a fair amount of their meals in the inn’s dining room, the door to the kitchen often staying wide open so that Harvey wouldn’t have to leave the stove in order to catch all of the juicy small-town gossip that had people blabbering. 

“Dad, did you turn off my alarm?” you snapped as soon as your scurrying feet carried you into the bustling kitchen.

Not lifting his eyes from the loaf of bread he was currently slicing, your dad simply countered with a jovial, “well, good morning to you too, sleeping beauty!”

“Dad,” you sighed, jaw clenching at his usual demeanour, the paralysing dream you’d just roused from not setting you up to be in the right mood for such a level of positivity. 

“You just looked like you could use the extra hour or two,” a smile still warm on his lips, the middle-aged man defensively raised his hands.

“But I’m supposed to help you out,” your eyes followed his movements as he trotted towards the stove, “I can’t do that if I’m asleep.”

“Exactly,” your dad passed by a hook full of tangled textiles and tossed you an apron, “that’s why I let you go a little longer so that you wouldn’t doze off on me before lunchtime arrives.” 

“I wouldn’t have dozed off…” you mumbled pettily as you tied the linen around your waist. Exhaling lowly as you watched him crack two eggs into a sizzling skillet, you asked, “what can I do?”

“Well for starters,” he tossed the shells into a small scrap bowl to his side, “these were the last eggs, so if you could go get some more out by the front desk, that would be superb.”

“Why do you have eggs on the front desk?”

“Because Otto’s chickens are laying a lot right now and so he told me he’d give me some today when he swung by for breakfast.” 

“Wait, Sheriff Nilsen has chickens now?”

“Yeah, has for a long time,” the decade of you not living here grew palpable, “he usually just drops the extra ones off here, so they should already be there because I just took his order two minutes ago.”

“Alright,” you disappeared through the back door and snaked down the narrow corridor, ending up behind the messy reception area. 

Your eyes didn’t have to search for long before you noticed the petite basket, brimming with beige eggs, resting on the top of the counter right beside the small rolodex that displayed what date it was. Grasping it in your hand, your vision momentarily drifted down to the small, framed photo nuzzled behind the ever-open logbook. Sitting on the swing that still hung from one of the sturdy trees out back, head adorably posed in a tiny palm, there a 7-year-old version of you sat, forever frozen in that singular moment, beaming up at the camera. 

“Ah!” a sharp voice boomed as you heard the front door swing shut, “oh my goodness, oh my god! Y/n!”

Raising your chin, your eyes grew wide at the rotund woman beaming at you from the doormat, “miss Rays!” you hurried around the front desk, “oh my god, it’s been so long!” 

Capturing you in a hug, she pressed your form into her bosom, “darling, we’re not in bed together, call me Donna.”

Pulling back with a light chuckle, your eyes fluttered over her features, “you haven’t changed one bit,” her lipstick still a fiery shade red and hair still short and feathery framing her plump cheeks.

“You however have,” she clasped your free hand in hers, guiding your figure to give her a good view, “oh, do a little spin for me,” you bashfully obliged with a giggle, “yes! Honey, who is this woman, what have you done with the adorable little girl I used to tutor?”

To your knowledge, Dunbrook never really had a proper school, but for as long as you could recall Donna had always operated as a teacher to the handful of children that called the reclusive mountain village their home. Even though it was just run out of her living room, she had still been the best teacher you’d ever had, her patient way rivalling any of the professors you had to endure when you went off for college. As a matter of fact, she had been the person who’d pushed you to send in the application, praising that you were too clever not to go out and change the world. 

“Oh, stop it,” you sighed light-heartedly, a chuckle still bubbling out of your chest as you shifted the subject away from your own appearance, “so, you still come here for breakfast?”

“Of course, I do, you’ve tasted your father’s cooking,” readjusting her purse, she hooked her arm in yours, “a real shame that he’s never accepted any of my offers of becoming your stepmom,” she leaned in to add as you crossed over the threshold into the dinner room, “I could have been served all my meals in bed like some Egyptian queen!” 

“I’m sure you can easily find another fellow that can handle himself in the kitchen,” the click-clack of her heels came to a stop by one of the small round tables, her eyes briefly taking in the other patrons before a slight crease appeared betwixt her polished brows. 

“Oh, darn it,” her vision stayed glued to the table in the corner as she lowered herself onto her seat, “he’s not sitting at his usual table…”

“Who?”

“The eye candy over there,” she tilted her chin in the direction of the broad, muted flannel-clad back of the man sitting by the window furthest down at the bottom of the room, “you see, I asked your dear father to always reserve this spot for me just so that I can have a great view, if you know what I mean…” gulping down the rest of his coffee, the man’s head tilted enough for you to recognise whom the rugged looking visage belonged to, “oh boy, I tell you, if I was 30 years younger…”

Haven assumed that you’d never again run into the stranger who’d helped you just the day before, a warm flutter suddenly trickled down your spine, “like that’s ever stopped you before,” you pointed out, snapping your eyes out of their trance, “so, uh, do you know what you want to eat or do you just want some coffee or something while you think on it?” you took two steps towards the oblong table where mismatched teacups where stacked and the steam of a few thermoses, all containing a different hot beverage then the next, billowed out.

“Some coffee would be lovely,” she smiled as you with one hand snatched up a mug and the decanter labelled as such, “and some oatmeal if you don’t mind, sweetie.”

Promptly pouring her a cup, you then signed off with a wink, “you got it,” before your vision landed upon the latest of Donna’s abundant infatuations once more. 

Attempting to make the short journey seem spontaneous and effortless, you bounced from table to table, topping off people's cups, before reaching the final one. 

Drawing in a deep breath, your embarrassingly giddy voice then found his ears, “well, hello stranger.” 

Eyes flickering away from the newspaper sprawled out before him, a look of shock washed over his gruff features as he glanced up at you, “oh, hi.”

“Pete–, it is Pete, right?” you checked, slight mortification beginning to brew within your belly. 

“Yes, ma'am,” his head nodded ever so slightly.

“Do you want a refill, Pete?” you savoured the taste of his name on your tongue. 

“Sorry?” his brows furrowed at your offer. 

“Your coffee,” you pointed with the hand that clutched the handle of the thermos, “do you want some more?”

“Oh,” he breathed, though the puzzled look didn’t seem to fade, “yes, always.” 

Leaning in slightly over the newspaper, you filled up the drained mug, only a murky ring at the bottom indicating what it had previously contained, “and can I get you something to eat as well?” 

Eyes narrowing, he stared up at you, “is your vacation really already so boring that you got a job here or what?”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but breathe out a light chuckle as you answered, “I’m not on vacation and I guess, kinda,” staring back into his eyes as you attempted to repeat your question, “so, do you want any–,” though before you could finish the sentence, out pranced your father, a plate of food balanced in his palm. 

“2 eggs sunny side up and some sourdough toast, as per usual,” he sang as his long arm came down to slice the air between your forms, placing the dish upon the table. 

Briefly catching his eye, Pete then offered a polite nod of gratitude, “thank you,” folding the paper up and scooting the meal closer. 

Feeling the small basket of eggs disappear from your grip, you blinked back at your father as he softly requested in your ear, “honey, could you give me a hand in the back when you’re done out here?”

“Sure, dad,” you flashed him a smile before watching him disappear once more. 

Feet still glued to the floorboards right by Pete’s table, your vision then returned to him as his deep voice washed over you, “so, you’re Harvey’s kid, then?”

“Yep, that’s my dad,” your balance briefly shifted as you rocked on the balls of your feet, “thank you, by the way, for yesterday.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” his fork punctured one of the golden yokes, “how’s your car looking?” 

“I don’t really know yet. The local mechanic is taking a look today, so fingers crossed it’s not anything too catastrophic,” you felt your palms begin to sweat as he simply stared up at you in silence, “anyhow,” you averted your gaze nervously, “I’ll stop bothering you, let eat in peace,” you nearly bumped into the chair behind you as you backed up towards the kitchen, the near accident not managing to draw any words out of him, only the hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips, “see you around, I guess…” 

“Hey, dad?” 

Briefly raising his eyes from the logbook cracked open on the wooden counter, he glanced up at you as you bounced down the wide staircase, “yeah, pumpkin?”

Hand tracing the railing, with the aid of the grip, you swung your form around the last post as you ascended the final step, “did you know that the hot water doesn’t work? Like at all.”

“Yeah, that and about a million other things around here,” he sighed, vision returning to the ledger as you rested your folded-up arms upon the top of the reception, “this is a beautiful historic building… and what I mean by that is that there are too many things that either don’t work the way they should or at all. I am not a millionaire, honey. If I was, then the issues wouldn’t be piling up the way that they are…”

Bottom lip snug between your teeth, your mind raced a moment before you quietly theorised, “exactly how long is that list?”

Eyes racing to find your eyes, your father joked, “why? Did you become a contractor while living in New York or something?”

“No, but I was always the handy one out of the two of us,” you noted before your shoulders raised in an innocent shrug, “how hard could it be?”

“Let me get this right,” he raised a palm up between you as his eyes crinkled even further, “you’re telling me you wanna try and patch this place up?”

“Well, it couldn’t hurt the business side of things. When was the last time you booked out more than two rooms at a time here?”

“Oh, no, no,” the moustachioed man then began to shake his head, “you’re not turning this place into some fake, glossy tourist attraction.”

Swinging around to his side of the counter, you assured him, “hey, I’m not saying let's flood this place with tourists, but maybe just a handful more?” tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze that had now returned to the open book, “just enough to make ends meet, perhaps also enough to at some point hire someone else so that you won’t work yourself to death…” 

Eyes frozen on the page before him, a long exhale then flowed from his lungs as he deliberated. 

“Alright, fine, yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be that bad…” he tried to downplay the smile that blossomed upon his lips.

Spine pressed against the edge of the front desk, you then braced with your palms and hauled yourself up onto the spot that was just clear enough for you to sit there without knocking any knickknacks over. 

“So,” you drew out, searching for a new topic to explore, “Donna seems to be quite set on that guy Pete to be her new husband, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harvey chortled, “but you know her, she’s like a dog spotting a pheasant every time she sees a new man. I think genuinely I might be the only person in town who isn’t either terrified of him or has some desire to sleep with him.”

“How long has he been here anyway?”

“Eh,” he glanced up at the stained glass adorning the front door as he thought, “maybe a year or two? He mostly keeps to himself, lives up in a cabin in the woods and only really comes down here to either provide some firewood to whoever needs it or have some coffee,” vision landing on you, he then noted, “you however seemed to have broken through to him quite quickly. Took me like 5 months to get anything more than a grunt of recognition out of him.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t stop your eyebrows as they promptly rose up, “well, he kinda helped me the day that I got here. He was the guy I caught a ride with…”

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Lookism Boys (+ Taehoon + Wangguk) being ill + YOU looking after them hc

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Johan Seong, Seong Taehoon, Han Wangguk

Gun Park

He is self-sufficient to the core.

Does not need any looking after.

You offer to run out and buy medicine? No need, he is stocked better than a pharmacy.

Reminders to hydrate? He's had 2 litres already and it's not even midday.

You don't need to tell him to rest, his body is his temple and he takes the utmost care.

Some homemade food though? Oh. Well. You can't buy homemade.

Him lying all fever brained on your lap as you watch TV or whatever? That's not so bad neither.

You running a bath for him? Thanks. That's thoughtful.

Huh, he thinks maybe it's not so bad relying on someone other than himself.

Goo Kim

Clingy and fussy-

But you knew that already, being his partner.

Treats you as his hot water bottle one moment, the next will kick you away saying he's too warm.

He expects to be babied, and he expects your full attention. So please drop everything and tend to him now.

If you could also run your fingers through his hair and let him lie on you for the next few hours, that would also be great.

And if you can put his favourite show on that would also be appreciated.

You trying to watch something else once he's sleeping? No chance. He is wide awake and pouting at you.

At least he will give you the same treatment when you're ill.

Samuel Seo

Samuel is not ill.

How dare you imply he is in anything but peak physical condition

That's not a cough, that's not a sniffle, and he is not flushed.

There's something wrong with the thermometer, he is fine.

Nothing is wrong with his voice (as he slowly loses it through the day...)

Will take a lot of persuading and convincing to rest up

"Yes, there will be other people to pick up your work. And no, it's not a personal slight to say that you are sick."

You have to pry his laptop and tablet and phone from his fingers.

Of course, that's easy. His strength is waning in his current state.

"Shhh Sammy, go to bed." Tuck him in. lay next to him, pet his hair.

He'll soon be napping next to you, holding you tight.

Jake Kim

Also complete denial at first.

He is the head of Big Deal, he cannot be sick.

That SINU! sneeze is not a front. That is actually how he sneezes.

Phelgm and snot everywhere. It's pretty repulsive to be honest.

After one too many sneezes, and everyone flinching the hell away from him, Jerry carries him home to you.

Wants to be babied, wants to be fussed, wants your complete attention.

Goes about it in a slightly less obnoxious way, but he's so adorable, even trying to give you a wink in his current state so you can't say no.

Pads around the home following you, blanket wrapped around him, tissue shoved up his nose.

Might as well give up whatever you're doing and tend to your boyfriend.

But Jake would absolutely do the same for you.

Vin Jin

This fucking guy-

Demanding and a little shit.

If you let him, he would take absolute full advantage.

Would run you in circles doing things for him.

"Y/N I want some water, Y/N where's my medicine, Y/N I need some chocolate, Y/N I need a burger." "What?? Shouldn't you eat something.. healthier?" "No babe, the body wants what it wants."

Will flop all over you, lying on your lap, your chest. Partly because he finds you comforting, partly because he's a little asshole.

"Sing me a lullaby" "Uh... ok." You sing. "Actually, no shut up babe you sound like shit."

Once he falls asleep, his breath laboured and cheeks flushed, you can't help but think ok, he's pretty cute. Only when unconscious though.

Will still keep his sunglasses on the whole time. "Just in case someone ambushes me." "WHO?!"

Johan Seong

Way too ill and low in energy to put up any of his usual defenses. Will revert back to a little meow meow.

You are absolutely not allowed out of sight.

In fact, you are not allowed out of arm's reach.

Will cling to you like a koala, that is a fact.

Actually, you might as well all stay in bed, Eden and Miro included because you are guaranteed to not get anything done.

Even cooking is only a possibility. Hopefully you have all medicine stocked, and some decent, cheap, healthy take-outs nearby.

Because if Johan wakes up from his nap and you're not there, he will be sulking for a year straight.

The only excuse?

"Johan, I need to walk Eden and Miro." grumble grumble "Ok... but be back quick?"

Seong Taehoon

The grumpiest babygirl you have ever seen.

It's a goddamn good job you love him because my god, this guy!

Equal parts bad-tempered and clingy

A bit like how he usually is, to be honest, but turned up to the MAX.

Go away, you're crowding him one second, he's all up in your face wanting cuddles the next.

And the fact that he's not allowed to train?

Good lord, don't anger it further. It's not like he's in any fit state to train anyway but he will still be fuming about it.

No Taekwondo, no arcade. He might as well just DIE.

At least he's still got his other favourite thing - you. This placates him a little.

Han Wangguk

Wangguk does not get sick, Wangguk is the caretaker.

Other people get ill and he looks after them.

"No, seriously, Wangguk. You're burning up. Go back to bed!"

Needs a lot of goading to actually rest. Even then, he doesn't fully rest.

He keeps a watchful eye over you, just in case you need him.

After he gets used to it? Absolutely loves it.

You making some food for him, grabbing him medicine, gentle cuddles, forehead smooches, even taking care of Gyeoul?!

He really could get used to this.

Is a puddle, constantly leaning on you and wanting to be close.

After this, he always enjoys being ill. Only a tad. It's a way for him to be spoilt guilt-free by you.

[shindisworld]

Pinterest pics & scenarios that remind me of what it’d be like dating E1610!Miles

Miles ❤️🕷️

Unlike his Earth 42 counterpart, this sweet baby absolutely loves taking pictures with you

It literally doesn’t matter how ridiculous he looks, as long as he makes you smile that’s all he cares about 🥹

He has a photo album of you two in his drawer with small notes around the pictures

There’s notes like

“when I first realized I loved you <3”

“First date! :)”

Or just a simple “mi vida”

Don’t even get me started on his lockscreen-

It’s literally a collage of you 😭

“Baby when did you get so many pictures of me?”

He shrugs “I just take one every time I think you look pretty”

“There’s a pic of me devouring a burger, Miles”

“Well I always think you look pretty soooo”

This boy is so clingy in the cutest way possible

Good morning texts, good night texts, making sure you’ve eaten and drank something that day, or just sending you lyrics that reminds him of you

“Every time I look into your eyes I see it, you’re all I need” (Get You by Daniel Caesar ft. Kali Uchis)

“Milesssss 🥹❤️”

Whenever his patrol ends he always tries his best to stop by your place just to see you sleeping in your bed before he heads back to his place

You’re his rock, with everything he has to deal with in his life you remind him that he’s still a teen and doesn’t have to have so many burdens and responsibilities

He’ll text you at all hours of the night. He would feel so bad for waking you up but he just has to let you know how much he loves you 😭

“I thought about you a lot today, I miss your pretty eyes, your smile, your hair…ok maybe I miss everything about you. I can’t wait to see you, babe! 🥰❤️”

“Baby I missed you too but it’s 2 in the morning, I’ll see you tomorrow so don’t worry 🫶🏽”

“Well now I definitely can’t sleep because I’m too excited that I get to see my girl 😩😘”

He makes you giggle at your phone from his antics 🤭

Overall Miles is like a golden retriever boyfriend, he literally loves you so much and needs everyone to know that

He’s the type who’s faces immediately lights up as soon as you come into the room

Will try and rizz you up…notice how I said try? 💀

Sweet boy is trying so hard 😭

But it makes you smile and he thinks it’s all worth it even if his ego is a little bruised

He loves to touch you, nothing crazy, just simply holding hands, locking pinkies, hugs, kisses on the cheek, really anything that you’re comfortable with

He’ll def share anything with you

You cold? Well why didn’t you just say so? 🤨

Immediately takes off his jacket and gives it to you

Hungry?

Shares his food without a second thought

“Baby are you sure you don’t mind sharing with me?”

“Babe of course I don’t mind, please, eat as much as you want” 🥹

Now onto a veryyyy important aspect of Miles: his sketchbook

He would rather get chased down by Miguel again before anyone other than you sees it 💀

Literally sketches of you on almost every. single. page.

He’s not embarrassed of you, of course he isn’t.

It’s just the sheer amount of drawings of you that makes him a little shy to show anyone the sketchbook 🫣

He makes you a playlist without you even asking

Like he just sends it to you one day with a text that says

“Hey y/n/n my love! I made this for you because it reminds me of you and helps whenever I miss you. I hope you like it, beautiful 🫶🏾”

I need to stop, I got a little carried away 💀

EXTRA: his contact for you is “My Sunflower 🌻😘”

Ok I’m done fr this time! 🌚💜

[cameronspecial]

i absolutely adore your Let Me Angel anthology

i was wondering if you’d be up to make the part right after proposal where it's just really soft and passionate smut

if you’ve planned something else though please do that because i’d love to see your version!

sending love

I Will Be Yours Forever, Rafe

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Masterlist

Rafe has just proposed to Y/N and they are living on the high of getting married. He carries her up to their room, throwing her onto the bed and quickly stripping of her clothes. He drops to his knees, bringing her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. His lips connect with her clit and softly sucks on her bud. She moans out, bringing her hand to grip his hair. “This feels so good,” she cries out and he grins against her. His tongue darts into her hole, feeling how she is trying to clench around him. He decides he needs to get his fingers into her and uses her slick to get his fingers wet. He stands up to kiss her as he pushes a finger into her. He can’t wait to get inside of her. This is their first time making love as fiancée and fiancé; he needs to be connected with her right at this second. Forget about foreplay. It wouldn’t bring them close enough. He stands up, helping her back onto the bed. Rafe hovers over her on his elbows and leans down close to her ear. “You know how much I love eating and fingering you, Angel. But right now, all I can think about is making love to you. Is that alright?” he confirms because he is fully prepared to get back down on his knees if she says no. 

She nods, “Please, Rafe. Just get in me.” Her voice comes out so breathy that he almost doesn’t understand her. He stands up to his full height and removes his clothes with the feel of her watching eyes on him. Once he stands with no barrier between them, he throws her a massive grin and goes back over her. His lips find her neck, kissing down and up her skin. He changes course to her lips while his hand guides the tip of his cock to her pussy. Their gazes meet and he pushes into her, listening to the small gasps she lets out because of his size. He stays inside of her; his hip bone pressed against hers. 

Before Y/N, Rafe only thought about sex as a transaction. A rough one at that. He would never look into the girls' eyes or kiss them or let them ask for a gentler pace. They knew what they were getting into when they asked for sex with him. The rumours about how he is in bed spread throughout the campus. When Y/N came into his life, she brought him a new outlook on the intimate activity. He couldn’t get enough of the way her eyes rolled as he would thrust into her as fast as she could and one day when she asked for something a little softer, he was surprised that he said yes. Even more surprised that he enjoyed it. It felt special to him and he couldn’t get enough of how it felt to be completely joined with her. Y/N isn’t opposed to Rafe’s normal preference for sex, but she has to agree with him that this moment calls for something slower. His hips slowly move back so that only his tip is inside of her. He wants to slam himself back in, yet something else overcomes him. The need to tell her how he feels about her.

“I love you. I wish we could be like this forever,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to hers. She smiles at him, “I will be yours forever, Rafe. So technically, we can. I love you too but the way.” With her words, Rafe shoves back into her and she lets out a moan that drives him crazy. His hand finds hers and he pins it above her head with their finger intertwined. He takes his time with his thrusts, which are still deep even without a fast pace. She can feel every ridge and vein of his cock, loving how he fills her completely. He can feel his climax coming his way and by how she clenches to him as if her life depends on it, he guesses that she is too. His hands find her clit to help her along with the process. “Come on, Angel. Cum with me. Remind me how it feels to come with you wrapped around me,” he praises, kissing her again. This time he adds a little tongue. His fingers rub the bud into a circle, helping her reach her edge. She reaches her climax with a pant and Rafe follows soon after, releasing his seeds into her. 

He pulls out of her and they both feel their juices rush out of her. He gives her a kiss on the forehead, joining her on the bed. She turns into his chest and curls into his touch. He brings her left hand up between his chest, kissing her ring finger with the symbol of their soon-to-be matrimony. They fall asleep, tired from the blissful moment they just shared and their newfound forever on their minds. 

Taglist: @loves0phelia

[simphornies]

Hello! I saw that your requests are open.

Can you please do SFW and NSFW headcanons for St. Peter from HH? He gets so much hate poor baby 🥺

A/N: In the nicest way possible, I choked on my energy drink at work and fell to the floor when I read this request PURELY(haha get it) BECAUSE I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT. I definitely did my best here.

St. Peter Headcanons:

SFW

He would sing you to sleep especially during one of those nights where you can't fall asleep

Little spoon vibes(seriously look at him and TELL me he's not)

He would randomly braid your hair whenever he's bored

If you ever get mad at him, he'll pull everything out the bag to try and win your attention back, BEGGING on his knees for your attention. He will make a scene, start sobbing on the floor vibes

He loves dolling you up! He'll do your hair, your nails! He'll learn how to put your lashes on for you

He loves spoiling you. He will buy you anything you show interest in while you guys are out, no matter how many bags he'll have to carry. Because of this, your guys' house is filled with trinkets of every kind

He reminds me on a penguin. He'd definitely bring you rocks as a sign of affection. Your front yard is covered with the prettiest rocks he found and it works

If you're tired, stressed or feel anything negative, he'll run you a bath and give you a massage. If you didn't feel like you got the royal treatment before, you will definitely feel it when you need it most

He brags to his friends about you. Everyday. He will not stop yapping over the littlest details. He is absolutely obsessed with you.

Sometimes he gets jealous when other hot people talk to you

NSFW UNDER CUT MDNI

You cannot convince me otherwise that he isn't a switch. Seriously. LOOK AT HIM.

Favorite position? Missionary. (haha) And cowgirl

He showers you with praise, thanking you for even allowing him to touch your bare skin

He becomes a mess when you thank him in the bedroom. He loses his mind.

He makes sure you finish first

He loves your voice, he thrives on it. He'll do anything to hear your sweet voice say his name over and over again

MUNCH. He loves eating you out. He loves pleasuring you and he won't stop until you're limp on the bed

Amazing aftercare. He'll clean up after you, carry you to a warm bath, wash you, massage the spots he gripped too hard and kiss the hickeys he left on you and buy you food

He loves giving you hickies but he goes feral when you do it to him.

He definitely begs.And whimpers.

Rarely cusses but during sex, he won't be able to filter himself well

"Fuck. Fuck. Please please please continue. Please keep going. Don't fucking stop. Please. Let me cum in you? Please."

He loves holding onto your love hands, your hips and your chest when he's on top.

He looks like a thigh guy honestly

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Howdy, so I don't know if you have seen The Last of Us, but if you have, you know the scene where Joel saves Ellie from the hospital and he just ploughs through everyone and its like wow -///-

I just think it would be a really cool like drabble if this was a Din x reader fic? Only if you wanted to write it though!! Also I'm so happy that I'm on your taglist for inevitable because I jump to read it every time that I see that I've been tagged, it has me in a chokehold and the way that you write the reader is so damn good.

Your writing is something that brings comfort to me every week, and the way you interact and talk to your followers is so sweet. I love coming back from a stressful day to sit down somewhere comfortable to enjoy your work.

Anyways thanks for reading this ramble of an ask and I hope that you're doing well :)

[a/n]: combining some stuff here! this is for the anon who asked for this scene AND for @cockscombkingdom who asked for a fic in Din's POV where he takes care of reader and keeps her safe. I started with the plan to make this very sweet and fluffy and I'm not gonna lie a little darkness seeped into it. my bad.

also in case it isn't abundantly clear i am a joel miller apologist thx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: Violence, death, injuries, mild dark!din (if you squint and/or have a problem with murder)

Word Count: 1,440

Summary: You were selfless. You gave and you gave and you gave. The universe planned to only take more, but Din Djarin would be damned if he let it.

LOOK FOR THE LIGHT

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"you'd just come after her." -Joel Miller (TLOU)

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Din was worried about you. He was always worried about you because you were always on his mind. It couldn’t be helped. Somebody had to because it seemed like you were perpetually too worried about everyone else. Din admired that about you. He always had. You went out of your way to help anyone and everyone who approached. You had a heart that was always willing to give, and it left you too little to use for yourself.

When the two of you first began traveling together, he noticed that about you. Sometimes you’d get so preoccupied watching Grogu you’d forget to eat. Peli had once put you to work, organizing her tools as part of the payment to fix the Razor Crest, and you had been so focused on getting the work done well that you had taken no breaks and ended up dehydrated and weak under Tatooine’s hot suns. It’s why the mission he was delivering you to made such simple sense to him. You were special, is what you told him. Din knew you were special, felt it, but it was for very different reasons. According to you, there was something in your blood, some type of cell, that could cure a lot of people of some terrible, terrible disease spreading through a world in the Outer Rim.

Din tried to keep his distance from you. Tried to not get attached. But you were so selfless, that it naturally brought out his protective side. He couldn't help but care for you, but caring for you as a responsibility had quickly turned to loving you along the way. Din didn’t know a lot about love. Didn’t have much experience with it, lust was easier to grasp, and that left him confused most of the time. Din had no idea how to express what he felt for you, how to explain it in words, so he did the only thing he could do. Din took care of you. Kept you safe when he stopped to pick up quarries, made sure you remembered to eat and drink water, reminded you to go to bed and when you would eventually forget anyways he’d carry you there himself. Din didn't know what love was supposed to feel like, but what he did know was that being without you made his heart physically ache and protecting you brought him happiness. 

Maybe that’s all he needed to know.

‘It’ll be okay.’ You had promised him with a smile that made your features glow. ‘Shouldn’t take long.’

That had been hours ago. Din delivered you to the medical facility as he had been hired, but when you hadn’t come back out he sought after you. It’s why he now sat in a small room, Imperials flanking the door, as he simmered in disdain. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

“Mandalorian.” A man stepped into the room. A doctor from the looks of it with thin, round rimmed glasses. The name ‘Pershing’ pinned to his lapel. Din stayed silent. “I was under the impression that you had been paid. Was there an issue?”

“No.” Din replied. “Where is she?”

Dr. Pershing paused and shook his head as if confused. Din tilted his head a bit, an obvious threat in body language, and the doctor was smart enough to realize this. He nervously cleared his throat. “She is being prepared for her operation.” Din narrowed his eyes in confusion. You told him they’d just need your blood. “There is no reason for you to stay.”

“I promised her a ride back.”

There was a tense silence that filled the room at his words. Din watched the doctor squirm where he stood and he needed no further clarification. He shoved up from the table, prepared for a fight, when the Imperials leveled their own weapons at him before he could reach his blaster.

Dr. Pershing held his hands up in a placating manner. “She will be a hero. After we drain her of all her blood, we can make a cure. There’s a 65% chance this will work and save the people of this world.” Din was fuming under his armor. Drain your blood? They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for something that only had a 65% chance of even working. “She will not be in pain! She’s been put under! She will not feel a thing, and we did not scare her with the news.” Din staggered back as if he had been physically hit. Was this man saying… Dr. Pershing confirmed Din’s thoughts. “We did not tell her this would kill her. We spared her that misery. She went under anesthesia peacefully.”

The words echoed in Din’s head loudly. As if a bomb had gone off right beside him and left him deaf and blind. He walked on autopilot as the Imperials escorted him through the building toward the exit. They were going to kill you. They were going to kill you for a shot in the dark cure. Din was literally paces to the door when his boots stilled. The Imperials shoved him, tried to get him to move, threatened to shoot him, and then Din snapped.

With the practiced precision of a bounty hunter and Mandalorian who spent most of his life in a fight, Din spun and cut down the Imperials in one swift movement. The darksaber glowed angry in his hands, casting threatening shadows down the hall. Never before had the sword worked so well for him, but as Din marched through the facility it was practically an extension of himself. Blaster fire pinged off his beskar and he did not hesitate. If a person stepped into his path he eliminated them. Cold. Ruthless. A predator. Din stalked the medical facility searching for you, and he left a wake of death and destruction in his path.

When he finally caught sight of you, through a window into some kind of clean room. Din felt his heart flutter in his chest. The first twinge of emotion since starting this rampage. It was a reminder of why he was doing this. A reminder that his actions were necessary.

Din stormed into the room, his eyes not leaving your unconscious form as you laid on a table in a hospital gown. The staff in the room panicked in a flurry, and one of them⏤ maybe the doctor maybe a nurse, Din didn’t even register who the kriff it was⏤ rushed him in a poor attempt to stop this onslaught. Din cut them down without blinking. Without taking his eyes off of you. The second you were in his arms, Din felt marginally settled. He wasn’t going to lose you, couldn’t lose you. Din had sworn to himself that he’d take care of you, it was all he knew how to do, and he wasn’t going to stop for the sake of anyone.

Not even the sake of a world.

As Din carried you out of the building it occurred to him that he may be dooming an entire population of people. This world’s chances of survival were dropping from 65% to 0%. He knew that he should care. He knew that this information should bother him. That it should make his steps more hesitant and make his chest ache in indecision, but it didn’t. His choice had never been more clear to him. It was either this world or you. Din was choosing you. He’d always choose you.

When back on the ship, Din had only carried you a few steps when gasping could be heard. He turned around to see Dr. Pershing at the end of the ramp holding a blaster at him. The man was breathing hard, face red, as if he had sprinted all the way here to stop this from happening. Din had to admire his dedication. The man believed in this cause so much he was willing to go head to head with a Mandalorian who had just single handedly cleared out a medical facility. 

“I can’t let you do this.” Dr. Pershing snapped. “You’re dooming this world if you take her!”

A blaster fired. Dr. Pershing stumbled back, a hole in his chest, and Din held his blaster firm in his hand. Your legs draped over that arm had hidden his weapon well. A strangled gasp left the man’s lips and he collapsed into a motionless pile. Din shook his head, responding to a dead man’s words, “I don’t care.”

Din would protect you under any and all circumstances.

 Was that love?

[eustasskidagenda]

Hello! (*￣∇￣)ノ im in the mood for smth fluffy n sweet, could i ask for sanji and a fem reader who has a slight injury and doing things she's not supposed to cause she's a stubborn ass? I sprained my wrist the other day and its making doing my usual handsy routines kinda hard (its my dominant wrist too... (;O;)) i need my man to help me do stuff

Thank you i love your stuff(⌒∇⌒)ノ"

Hi sweetie, tysm for liking my posts! Sure, I've got your back! Sanji is so perfect for that kind of writing. Hope it meets your expectations. Have a good recovery! :D

☆Sanji with a s/o who has a slight injury

CW : f!reader, fluff, pet name

WC : around 660

Sanji is always willing to help you with anything, because that's how he is. A queen is worthy of the best, right? But if you're injured, prepare yourself for more than just a royal treatment. Sanji's love language is all about acts of service, and he'd be more than happy to provide you with any kind of help. Even if you don't ask for it.

So first, when you wake up, the bed is tepid. You think Sanji is already busy working or cooking, but the second you stand up, he would run into your shared bedroom. He would hold a heavy tray filled with food and a cup of your favorite morning drink.

"Sweetheart, you have to rest. Come and have breakfast. "

Again, it's Sanji we're talking about. He would use this occasion to feed you alone, babbling about the breakfast he made. (With some premium quality food to help you heal faster.)

Obviously, he would make sure you take your pills if needed, or gently massage your injured wrist, because we all know Sanji is a god with his hands. So enjoy.  

"Just wait for me and don't move. I'll be back in a second" once you finish eating.

And with that, Sanji would disappear into the kitchen to clean the dishes and then to the bathroom to run you a hot, nice bath with some oil perfumes and en extra amount of foam and bubbles. 

"I've told you not to move, sweetheart." 

You're so stubborn, that's what he thinks. Why are you attempting to put your shoes on and button your shirt by yourself? "I prepared a nice bath for you, you don't need those clothes anyway"(Sanji, nice try) 

"You know Sanji, I can walk." Whether you can walk or not, he'll still carry you to the bathroom. That's what you get for being stubborn. And once the door is locked, obviously, Sanji would help you to take off your clothes because… you have to rest this poor wrist. He's truly an angel... (yes and no)

Sure, he'd shower you with praise because Sanji just can't get enough of how beautiful you are always. While you enjoy a hot bath, Sanji would bring you fresh drinks, or whatever else you need. You just have to ask. He would let you have some time to relax on your own while cleaning the bedroom and kitchen and making sure you have nothing to worry about. 

"Do you need some help washing your hair?" 

You can't say no, he's so sweet. 

Just imagine him taking off the jacket of his suit, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, and then sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Sanji would be so lovely to wash your hair and give you a tender head massage on this occasion. "You're tensed" he'd whisper close to your ear before massaging your wet skin, easing all the tenses in your shoulders and back.

"Feel better?" With a gentle kiss on your jugular. "You look so pretty when you're relaxed." You're always pretty for Sanji anyway. He just loves to remind you all the time how amazing and perfect you are because his woman deserves nothing but praises. 

Sanji would wrap you in a warm towel and gently dry your skin. He'd guide you to the bedroom, sitting you on the mattress before kneeling in front of you. He's genuinely pleased to assist you in buttoning up your shirt or tying your shoes. 

"Alright sweetheart, no work for you today." 

Until you're fully recovered, Sanji would be more than happy to help you grab some random stuff and write anything you need. You probably can't write with an injured wrist. 

Sanji would also be thrilled to read the story to you if you want to read but can't hold a book in the evening. He would be extremely kind and committed to giving you a top-notch reading experience.

Such a sweetheart.

[writingzen]

HOME ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Jaemin x reader

✧ Summary- Jaem is home earlier than usual and can never be so grateful that he was.

✧ Warnings- Not really, it’s really fluffy.

✧ A/N- I was originally going down and mark and haechan hole but worked on this last minute. Hope you enjoy!(not really proofread)

The smell of spices and seasonings roamed the air as you continued to stir the hot pot in front of you, light heat transferring from the stove onto the surface around you before the buzzing sound of the apartment combination being used followed by the door opening interrupts your movements.

You paused before scurrying off, peaking your head past the wall that blocked the view to see who was now entering your shared apartment.

You couldn’t help the shock expression that overcame you as your eyebrows rose and mouth gaped open though it was the very man you share it with, sending you a small smile back at your cute reaction.

He appeared tall, lowering his head before walking through the door. His bulk shape showing off as he slipped off his coat, white shirt sticking to his figure “oh, you’re home early!” A smile gleamed off your face with every word as the stove clicked against the pot, reminding you that you still have some cooking that needs to be finished, “the food is almost done, just give me a quick minute”

Jaemin is an idol. Many things comes from that one job that can be very exhausting and tiring, so you know not to bother him too much when he comes home. You always hope to prepare him at least some food to have in his stomach before he rests after a long day. It’s a routine you have already gotten used to, a stick memory, always being by his side every step of the way.

You rushed back to the stove, picking up the wooden spoon and carrying on with your past actions, stirring quicker than before, hoping the cooking process would speed up. “I’ll try to finish this up quickly. I’m sure your tried, so you can eat quickly and head straight to bed once done.” You pushed back the strand of hair that ran over your face as you continued rambling, “if you want I can rub your back or your-“

You halted when you suddenly felt two hands wrap around your waist pulling you closely as he takes the chance to rest his head on your shoulder, taking in a slow deep breath as the comforting warmth you always give him settles within his body, a warmth he always tends to finds around you, as if he was already well rested.

His mellow body fixed softly against yours as his arms stayed wrapped around you like a blanket, chin resting delicately on your shoulder. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asks, voice made of silk. Noticing the way you still worked on the food before you, hand stiring continuously, not wanting to be a bother to your hard work.

“Never. Stay as long as you want, my love” you answered, smiling gently. Your heartbeat steadying as a warm tint rushes to your cheeks, a tenderly love surrounding your heart.

“Thank you” he mumbles airly, body loosening as his stomach flutters with butterflies and skin warms, grateful of you, he can’t help the small smile that takes up his lips before speaking once again,

“I love you y/n, truly” he says at last before humming softly allowing you to melt against the soothing affection you both gift eachother with, feeling so much love at once, thankful to finally be home.

[daydreamingmia]

Walker's Cameo

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 10

You were dead asleep when you felt fingers gently spidering on your feet.

"Stohap ihht!" You giggle

"Wake up!" Walker jumps and sits on your bed

"No! Shut up!" You cover your face with a pillow

Walker gently tickled you again

"Ihhim ghhohing to khill you!" Your threats muffled by the pillow on your head

"Wake up!" Walker grabs your hands and pulls you up but when he let's go you fall right back down

"Come on y/n! Don't you wanna hang out with me before you have to go to set?" He asks

You just mumble

"Y/n! If you don't get up I'm going to carry out out of this room in your pajamas!" He threatened

You didn't reply

"Fine" He grabbed your hands again and pulled you up and threw you over his shoulder. He made it two steps when you yelled

"Okay! Okay! Put me down!!" You hit him in the back

"Finally" He says putting you down on your bed

You go to your closet and grab your outfit

You put on your clothes and makeup in the bathroom. Walker threw on a hoodie and the two of you left. You go to Starbucks and get a couple drinks and some food.

"What did you want y/n?" Walke asked

"Ummm..I'll have a bagel" you reply when got a phone call from Taylor.

"I'll be right back" You say as you answer the phone

                                     Taylor💖

                                                                   hey Taylor!

Hey honey!

I just wanted to call and see how

everything was going

                                                    everything is great!

             Walker is here with me for a couple days!

Walker came there?

                                                                              yeah

He went on like a 16 hour flight to see you?

                          yeah! Isn't that romantic? *blush*

Yes! That is so sweet!!

                     hey I have an idea and I haven't told

                   anyone...I was thinking to put Walker

                   in Thor as a cameo

That would be so sweet of you.

I think he would really like that

             I think he would too. Anyway I have to go

Love you big sis

                                                     Love you little sis

Just when you hang up the phone you feel arms wrap around your waist.

"Oh! You scared me!" You say turning to see it was Walker and kissing him

"Your blueberry muffin my princess" He hands it to you

"Thank you my prince" You giggle

-

You eat the bagel and walk around town. You see a tiny shop and go inside.

"Oh Walker look at how cute with is" You showed him a couples jewelry set

"Not as cute as you" He kisses you on the cheek as you blush

A few minutes later you were about to leave

"Y/n would you mind going back to Starbucks and getting me some extra chocolate sauce for my drink?" Walker asked you

"Sure" you smile and leave

Walker grabs the jewelry set that you showed him and bought it. He put it in a tiny bag and in his hoodie pocket just as you walked back into the store.

"Here" You smile

"Thank you" He replies

"Are you okay?" You ask because he was fidgeting a little bit

"Actually..." He pulled the bag out of his pocket and handed it to you

"I got you this" he hands it to you

You open it and you smile so big

"Oh Walker thank you!!" You smile and bear hug him as he kissed you

You pull it out and put it on

"Now even when you leave we will have a reminder" you smile and look into his beautiful eyes

You then look outside and see it was raining now. Hard!

"Oh great!" You whine standing at the door of the shop. Walker takes off his hoodie puts it on you.

"No Walker then you'll be cold!" You protest

"I'll be fine! Water is my thing! I'm am the son of Poseidon you know" He smirks

"Good point...son of Poseidon stop the rain." You point outside

"Ummm...well...you see...I...don't want to?" He stutters

"Why?" You say trying to bother him

"Just...because" He shrugs as he pulls his hood on your heaf

"1! 2! 3!" The both of you count down and run outside. Walker bending over you to cover you from the rain

You get into your uber and look at Walker who was soaked

"I'm getting flashbacks from filming" He chuckles

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let you give me this" you say taking off his hoodie and wrapping it around his shoulders

-

When you get to set everyone looked very surprised about what the two of you looked like. It wasn't raining at the set.

"Woah! What happened to you two?" Tom chuckled

"Poseidon's son let us get soaked instead of stopping the rain" you joke

"I told you I can't do that" He rolls his eyes

"Oh do you can summon the world's biggest wave but can't stop a little wave?" You retort

-

You get inside your trailer and sit down in your makeup chair as Walker sits on the couch.

"No no. You come sit up here." You point to the seat next to you

"But this is more comfortable" Walker protests

"I think it'll be hard to do your makeup on that couch" you reply

"What do you mean?" He asks

"Well...I talked to well...practically everyone it's amazing nobody slipped...and I thought you could do a cameo" You look at Walker in the mirror and he smiles so big

"Really!!!?" He asks so excited

"Yeah!" You smile

"Thank you!" Walker runs up and kissed you

"You're gonna smudge her makeup" the makeup artist says

-

You were putting on your costume in your changing room and walked out so it could be adjusted. Then someone tries to take off your ring.

"no" You grab the ring before it comes off your hand

"This is now a part if my costume. I'm not taking it off." You demand

You look over and see Walker in a full soldier uniform.

"Is it heavy?" You giggle

"Yeah" He struggles to say

-

"3! 2! 1! Action!"

You were sneaking down a hallway. You just stole the remote connected to Thor's neck thing (sorry I don't know what I called). You hear a noise and hide behind a pillar.

"Storm?" You hear Loki's voice

"Oh Loki. I thought you were a guard." You say relived

"Oh no. What are you up to now?" Loki asks

"Look you may want to stay here...but we have an obligation to out people...and to our brother. I stole the remote and was going to give it to Thor." You hold up the remote

"Are you insane?! You're going to get yourself killed!" Loki lectures you

"It's worth a shot" you say as you try to walk past him

"It's not worth my sisters life" Loki says grabbing the remote out of your hand

"Hey!! Give that back!" You jump and try to reach it because he's holding it about his head

"no! I- someone's coming" He rushes you back behind the pillar

You peek and look at him

"He looks familiar" you say to Loki and he looks annoyed

"Of course he looks familiar. He's one of the guards."

"No. That's not it. Like he has a little bit...like he's one of us." You say

"Like a...like a god?" He questions

"Yeah but not a full one. Like maybe...half or something." You explain

"How can you sense that?" Loki asks you

"I don't know I just feel this connection to him" You shrug

"Hello?" You heard the soldier say

Loki covers your mouth and you bite him

"Ow" He complains

Loki charges at the boy when he suddenly disappeared. You used magic to transport him somewhere else.

"What just happened?" The boy asks

"I couldn't let him kill you" You state walking closer to him

"And why's that?" He asks

"I don't know...what's your name?"

"P-Chase" He stutters

"Well P-Chase...are you a real guard or are you...someone else." You question

"Why would you think I'm not a guard?" He asks

"Most guards don't have a glowing sword and you're a little small"

"I'm bigger than you!" He retorts

You didn't know why but you felt like you knew him

"True" you shrug

"What are you doing here?" You ask pacing

"This might sound insane but you know me in another universe. Your name is Annabeth and you're my friend." He explains

"Like somewhere else in the multiverse?" You ask

"Umm...I guess so?" He says

"Well wha-" You collapsed into Loki's arms and he put his hand on your forehead. A memory spell. He could tell you have a connection to him...which was dangerous. Was it a trick was it not he didnt know.(I love Loki! It's no offense!)

You then disappear just like Loki did a few minutes prior...

"Look...I don't know who you are or what you want but you should've left my sister alone." He slowly walks up to him

Loki swings his dagger at the boy but he disappears right before

"What the?" Loki says looking confused

"AND CUT!"

You get up and run to where Walker was.

"You did a great job!" You kiss him

"I could never do better than you" He blushes

A/n: These scenes don't exactly line up with Marvel and stuff but I thought it would be fun to bring Percy into Marvel. Thank you so much to everyone who reads! I REALLY appreciate likes, comments and follows!! Thank you soo much!!

Xoxo

[vodika-vibes]

Hi love, I already have a second request. Hehehe.

Anyhew.... Howzer, opal and summer please. Thank you. Love oo

Summer Love

Summary: An early morning at the beach reminds you of just how much you love Howzer.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x F!Reader

Word Count: 646

Prompt: Opal - Faithful Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like this! I wanted to write Howzer, hence three stories today.

You wake to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. You release a groan and roll onto your side, intent to bury your face in Howzer’s chest and get some more sleep.

Only, as you roll over, you touch nothing by cool sheets.

Blearily you crack open your eyes and peer at his side of the bed. No Howzer. You drop your face into your pillow with a quiet huff, and then roll onto your back and kick the blankets off. 

You drag yourself out of bed, pausing only long enough to pull the shirt the Howzer was wearing the day before over your thin tank top, and then  you push open the bedroom door and, blindly, walk through the house.

He’s not in the kitchen. Or the living room. 

And you yawn widely as you slide open the glass door that leads to the back deck. And there he is, sitting at the table, sipping some caf, and chatting to your neighbor.

The moment you step onto the desk, the conversation stops and Howzer turns his gaze towards you, an adoring smile on his face, “Good morning, cyare.”

“Mor-” a wide yawn cracks your face, “-ning.”

He stands and pulls you into a hug, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Did I wake you?”

“Not really,” You press your face against his chest and inhale deeply, enjoying the scent of Howzer mixed when the subtle scent of salt water, “Did you go swimming this morning?”

“It felt more enjoyable than running.” He kisses your forehead once more, and then guides you over to the table and presses his mug into your hands. “You remember Irma?”

You peer at the other woman, her smile looks slightly strained, though you can’t possibly imagine why. “Yes, you told us about the seafood restaurant last night. We enjoyed it a lot.”

Her smile becomes a little more strained, “Well, that’s good.” Her gaze cuts towards Howzer, “but we were having a conversation that you interrupted.”

Howzer’s genial smile fades slightly, “She’s always welcome to join any conversation that I’m a part of.”

Ah.

She has a crush on your Howzer. You can’t blame her, your Howzer is gorgeous, after all.

He’s also completely faithful to you, and you to him.

Your gaze slides across the woman, and you smile gently, “We’re actually about to start breakfast-” 

Her face flushes a deep shade of red, “Well then, I’d better go.” She blurts as she stands suddenly, and flees from the deck.

Howzer glances at you, “You hate eating this early.” He says with a slow smile on his face.

“She doesn’t know that.” You reply with a light smile.

“Jealous, cyar’ika?” Howzer lightly tugs you onto his lap, his arms sliding securely around your waist as you bury your face in his neck.

You laugh softly, “Not even a little.” 

“Good.” He lightly pushes you back so he can catch your lips in the gentlest kiss, “Because I would choose you over anyone.”

“Anyone?”

“Anyone.”

“Hm…good.” You lightly play with the hair at the base of his head, “Because I would choose you over anyone too.”

His eyes sparkle with mischief, “Even Rex?”

“Rex who?” You reply with a teasing smile.

“Hm, good answer.” He catches your lips in a deep kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. I have a lot of love.” Howzer murmurs against your lips.

“And it’s all mine, lucky me.” You brush your thumb against the scar on his cheek, “Would you like me to make waffles for breakfast?”

“I would love that.” He replies as he stands with you in his arms, “And then we can go to that aquarium we saw the other day.”

“Sounds like a perfect day to me.” You say with a warm smile, as he carries you back into the house.

[sweetingseva]

Everything to Know About ACFTL ☺️💕📚

Hello, everyone!

With A Curse For True Love coming out next week, I thought maybe creating a compile list of what everything we will be expecting might be helpful to those who want a refresher.

However, if you don't want to be reminded of any of the details that have been shared and want to go in blind, that's cool, too!

All of the information that I have gathered has been from all of the IG AMA's stories, comments, replies, and some from podcasts.

Slight spoilers. Quick refresher below.

Stephanie hasn’t been nice writing this book, but let’s see if the torture is well worth it in the end.

There’s this scene that corresponds to these emoji: 🛏😮🩸🚪🩸🩸🩸😱🍎👑

There are three POVs: Evangeline, Jacks, and Apollo

The answer to why Jacks eat apples is in the book, but according to B&N site, we might get the answer to everything about him!

Q: is there a scene you’ve written that’s made you tear up? A: “So many scenes have made me cry—I don’t tear up, I sob, and writing this series has made me cry a lot more than the Caraval series 💘😭 But don’t be too scared—I’ve put a lot fun scenes in this book. Although, my defintion of fun is a little twisted. 🤭”

Q: Do you already have a favorite scene in “A Curse For True Love”? A: Usually I have favorites but with this book I love every scene. I keep telling my editor to let me know if I’ve gone too far with this story because I’ve had so much fun writing. I keep fearing I must be doing something wrong. 🖤”

There will be more LaLa and Chaos scenes, and apparently Stephanie has gotten carried away with them lol

There will be a few more scenes in the Hollow!!!! YAAYYY!

Her favorite scene has something to with these emojis: 🌳🫀🔥

Stephanie has cried the last time she had read ACFTL.

Q: what’s your favorite scene out of all the books in this series: A: “This is so tough. There’s a scene in CURSE that made me cry and it’s probaly my favorite 💔”

Q: can you tell us who the bonus content povs will be? A: “For B&N and Waterstones, the bonus content is in Eva’s POV. 🦊”

My speculation from the answer above, but this makes me think that the Owlcrate’s edition will be Jacks’s POV if not Evangeline’s.

Q: did u know how acftl would end early on? or did it change as you wrote it? A: “It changed! In January, I hit a wall with the book and after talking with my critique partner @/staceyleeauthor, I realized that I had taken the story in the wrong direction. So I went back, I rewrote, I changed the plot, and I changed a large portion of the ending. This is part of the reason why the book’s publication date was changed from Sept to Oct.”

Q: What three songs come to mind when you think of Evangeline and Jacks? A: “Ooh! It’s hard to pick just three. Here are a few that came to mind first: 1. The Archer by Taylor Swift, 2. You’re Losing Me by Taylor Swift, 3. Religiously by Bailey Zimmerman”

Q: Do you pick the audiobook narrators for your books? A: “I did! @/macmillan.audio is wonderful. They’ve always given me a choice in narrators. The amazing @/rebeccasoleri has narrated all of my audiobooks (so she’s an easy choice). Then for ACFTL I got to choose a second narrator for the Jacks and Apollo chapters and he is also fantastic ❤️”

IMPORTANT TO KNOW ‼️: Q: are there actually multiple copies of acftl with different endings? A: “The book only has one official ending. Which I think is the best ending. However, there are three editions that bonus material in the form of 3 alternate epilogues. The books with bonus epilogues are: 1. Barnes and Noble/Indigo exlusive edition 2. the Waterstones exclusive, 3. the Owlcrate edition. P.S. These 3 bonus epilogues are not canon, they are just for fun! P.P.S. if you get all three, I recommend reading in the order that I shared in this post 😉”

The third map has new locations, along with old ones we have seen like: Merrywood Manor, Merrywood Village, Merrywood Forest, Wolf Hall, Ye Olde Brick Inn: Vacancy One Bed, The Phoenix Tree, Cursed Forest, Tree of Souls, and The Hunt.

ACFTL has 49 chapters with an epilogue. It only has one part titled, IV. Happily Ever After.

The dedication that was revealed says, “For anyone who’s ever hoped for a second chance.”

The tree on the front cover is very important.

ACFTL’s logline: Two villains, one girl, and a deadly battle for happily ever after.

The three words that Stephanie used to describe the book is: Heart-stealing, emotionally-devastating, and painfully romantic.

Stephanie shared the Pinterest board, which could be found here! Some very good hints in there!

The UK editions of ACFTL will have hidden covers. There are four of them and they are: an apple, Jacks’s dagger, a fox paw print, and a wolf in a flower crown.

Fairyloot edition has a special front and back cover that says, "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Evangeline Fox and The Prince of Hearts" and "The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: Evangeline Fox and Apollo Acadian."

Quotes Shared:

“Remember, Little Fox.”

“If you stop fighting, you lose.” His hand moved up to her throat and she felt the cool brush of his dagger against her skin. Evangeline went very still. “ Never imagine you’re safe.” The tip of his blade drew a line over her pulse. Her breath caught. She felt him smile against her jaw.

(Possible Quote) “You have no sense of self-preservation. If someone labeled a bottle with poison you would drink it. You take warnings as invitations. You can’t seem to stay away from all the things that will hurt you … like me.”

Evangeline needed something familiar, something to hold onto that would keep her from collapsing back to the ground. Apollo looked at her as if he wanted to be that. He made her think of a hero from a fairytale.

(Page 21) “No.” “No.” “No.” (Page 100) He wanted a piece of her. (Page 213) “You can’t just tie people up and whisk them to wherever you want them.”

Apollo hated apples.

He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.

“I’m glad you came.” “I’ll always come. Even when you don’t want me to.”

He wanted a piece of her. To keep her. To use her for later.

“What are you to me?” she asked. His eyes locked with hers. “Nothing.”

“Im the one who will never let anyone harm you again.”

“I’m your monster.”

He considered setting the room ablaze just so that he’d have a reason to pick her up and carry her out, to save her one last time, before he left her for good.

“This will hurt.”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 23

Summary: It’s time for the truth to come out.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Paul didn't know the moment it all went too far until he found his imprint had distanced herself from him.

Despite her initial ultimatum regarding his carefully guarded secret, Y/N remained cordial with him. They'd tell each other about their day, eat their meals in silence and fall asleep in the same bed.

For a while, Paul would find her awake beside him when he'd break free from the nightmare, her worried eyes resting upon him while her lips pressed in a thin line. She didn't say much whenever it happened, simply allowing him to seek comfort in her embrace. She doesn't let him touch her in the day, but she initiated each hug in the night.

It made Paul feel more guilty because he didn't tell her he lost control and shifted nor of what Jacob had informed the pack about. Truth be told, he's trying to find a way to prevent Jacob's plans or to delay them long enough for him to patch things up with Y/N and leave La Push.

Jacob decided otherwise.

"He's coming back", Y/N breathes out, her hand over her heart. Looking at Paul, her lips form a smile - the first real smile Paul had seen in a week. "Jacob's coming home!"

Swallowing thickly, Paul sits down. He can't explain it, not to himself and certainly not to Y/N but his mind has not been his own since the morning he woke to the news of Jacob's return. Something inside him insisted it would bring about dangers Paul cannot defend against and in his heart, he knew it could be the reason for Y/N's demise.

"I know he's not your favorite person, but at least have the decency to pretend you're happy about it", Y/N remarks before leaving the kitchen. Soon after, the front door slammed shut and Paul's focus shifted to Jacob's audacity.

He ignored Paul's explicit request and contacted Y/N without a warning.

"I have to protect them", Jacob sighs. "I know the consequences it may carry for the pack, but the Volturi have left us little say in this."

"You have no fucking clue what the consequences are." Paul pinches the bridge of his nose as he prays his phone won't be rendered on a useless pile of plastic by the end of this conversation. "The nightmares are back and they're more violent and vivid than before."

"And you blame me?" Jacob scoffs. "I'll protect Y/N till my dying breath but don't pretend my coming here will be the reason she dies. You not telling her is putting her in more danger."

"I don't want her to lose sleep over this."

"If we can't stop it, she'll have time to put her affairs in order." Jacob pauses. "To say goodbye. I know her, Paul. She would want to know no matter how it'll make her feel."

"She's my imprint", Paul warns.

"She's my best friend", Jacob reminds him. "And if you don't tell her, I will."

"If you do, I won't be held responsible for the things I do."

"I'm sure Y/N would love that."

Paul knows this isn't sustainable, that the truth must come out but how can he sit her down and tell her he believes she will die? How can he explain that he, the one meant to keep her safe, is no longer certain he can?

Running a hand through his hair, he let out a heavy sigh before grabbing an axe and heading to the shed. Chopping up wood will give his anxiety and frustration a release.

Well, he has to try. Otherwise, he'll drive himself insane until it's time to pick Y/N up from work. It will offer him a chance to talk to her, to pour some water on the fire he started.

Unlike Paul, Y/N wasn't angry. She wanted to breathe fire, to go feral and demand truth. Somehow, she found the composure to handle it with patience. Whatever it is, he'll have to come to her, to trust she can handle whatever he has done that weighs on his conscience so heavily.

When she walked out of work, she was surprised to see Paul leaning against her car. Often, Paul worked longer hours than her, so whether she liked it or not, Y/N had to get comfortable enough to drive herself. She drove her dad's car ever since he retired, enjoying her alone time on the drive back home.

She reluctantly walks towards the car and gets in, trying to mask how upset she is. The last thing she needs after a stressful day at work is more arguing and she didn't know what to say or do to stop it from happening again.

So, once Paul got in the passenger's seat, Y/N remained quiet, her eyes focused up ahead.

"Hi", he breaks the ice.

"Hey", she replies curtly. The awkward silence that follows left them both unsure what to say next. Y/N began to drive, hoping Paul will not push her buttons.

Sighing, he taps his thigh, "So, how was work today?"

"It was fine."

Swallowing thickly, Paul could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry things have been difficult between us lately. I just want to find a way to make it better."

Y/N sighs, "Okay."

"Do you want to grab some dinner? We could go to that Italian place you like."

"No, I don't really feel like it."

Tapping his fingers on his leg, Paul nods. "Well, do you want to listen to some music or something?"

"Not really."

"Alright."

Driving down a busy street in Forks, Y/N can feel the tension in the car, it's palpable. He is trying, but it's not working and how can it when he'll wake up screaming tonight and she will be more frustrated with him than ever?

"Y/N, can you pull over for a minute?"

Frowning, she glances at him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I am asking you to pull over and let me drive", he insists.

"I hardly think it's safe for you to drive when you're clearly upset." Y/N tries.

"Fuck, do you think I'd be stupid enough to drive if I wasn't sure you'd be safe?!"

Y/N pulls the car over to the side of the road.

"Wanna drive so bad? Be my guest!" Y/N huffs.

She switches seats with Paul. He gets behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Paul starts the car, his jaw clenched. The same thing he loves about Y/N often plays with his nerves. The stubbornness she walks through life with is a wall he has to pass head first in every single argument and being so sleep deprived isn't helping his frustrations. Snapping at her isn't what he planned on today, he just wanted one moment for them to breathe and feel normal before he drops the truth bomb.

Parking at the beach, he exhales loudly.

"Why are we at the beach?"

"Because I'm asking you to please take a walk with me." Turning to her, Paul licks his lips. "We don't have to talk or anything. Just take a walk with me by the beach at sunset." He needed to pretend his world isn't going to explode soon. He needed her to understand his plea and listen, to let go of her headstrong ideas and give him an inch, just for one day.

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she swallows thickly. Surely it won't hurt to give him this one short walk? She isn't surrendering, nor is she sacrificing her peace of mind...if anything she's protecting it...by protecting him.

The sun had begun to set, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange as Paul and Y/N strolled along the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air, and the gentle breeze carries the scent of salt and seaweed.

Y/N wishes she could feel the peacefulness the beach usually evokes, but her heart is restless. There are too many unanswered questions lingering between them and had they no impact on Paul's well-being, Y/N would have let them go. But he's tormented and she can't ignore the detrimental effects on his mental health.

As they walk, Paul reaches out and takes Y/N's hand in his. For a moment, she considers pulling away, but as their fingers intertwine, a jolt of electricity runs through her, and she can't help but smile. His presence still awakens butterflies in her stomach, his touch undeniably makes her weak in her knees. It's not their imprint bond, this is Paul and his warmth and his love that reaches into the deepest parts of her soul and turns on the light where darkness claimed sanctuary.

They continue to walk in silence, not making eye contact. Paul is happy enough that she allows him to hold her hand, to just be near her in this moment.

As they reach the end of the beach, Paul stops and turns to face Y/N. He looks into her eyes, drawing a deep breath. In those brown eyes, he sees that passion and desire set aflame as her gaze lingers on him, but he also sees an unquestionable hunger for life and all that it has to offer. Those eyes are warmth, a reflection of all the love and affection that she holds for him. Most of all, her brown eyes are a window into the tenderness of her heart, a place where love and trust were born and nurtured for years before he broke it.

Looking at the damage he caused, Paul can't help but remember how it used to be. When he first saw her, Paul knew that he was home, and that no matter what the world might throw at them, they would face it together, hand in hand, with those kind, beautiful brown eyes always guiding the way.

He must trust her now as she always trusted him. The truth must be revealed and she should hear it from him.

"I don't want to imagine my life without you in it."

Frowning deeply, she furrows her brows. "You don't have to."

"I love you", he begins, his heart beating wildly in his chest while hers swelled with affection at his words. She knows without a doubt that she feels the same way about him. She reaches up and cups his cheek, gazing into his eyes.

"I know I've been angry, but it's only because I love you too and I worry about you. Just be honest with me", she said softly.

Paul leans in, pressing his lips to hers, and her heart skips a beat.

What is so terrifying that Paul's kiss is so gentle now? Usually his kisses are passionately rough, devouring almost, but now his lips seem deathly afraid of applying pressure and their hands are still clasped together instead of resting on the sides of her neck and face, or even her ass. Something is wrong beyond repair and she can't try to help him if he won't tell her what happened.

As they pull away from the kiss, Paul gives Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze, and she knows that he's ready.

Paul had been dreading this moment for years. Ever since he had the vision of Y/N dying, he had tried everything. At first, he had been avoiding her, trying to keep his distance. But the pull of his heart was impossible to ignore and he fell for her deeper than he imagined possible. Staying away wasn't an option. Then they built a life together and he almost forgot about the nightmares. Since they came back he tried to be stoic, but he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. Y/N had the right to know what he had seen, and it had to come from him.

They sat down on the sand, holding hands, enjoying the last sunrays and the sound of the waves' song as they would meet the shore. Y/N allowed him to kiss her lips, and for a moment, Paul forgot all about his terrible secret.

But then he looked into Y/N's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. He took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. It's been weighing on me for a while now, and I can't keep it from you any longer."

Y/N looked at him with concern, sensing the seriousness in his voice. It's about the nightmares, she was sure of it.

"What is it, Paul? I'm here." She encouraged him.

Paul hesitated for a moment before finally finding the courage to speak the words that had been haunting him for weeks.

"Remember when I told you about imprinting? How it feels for a wolf to imprint?"

Nodding, she waits for him to continue.

"I didn't tell you everything", he runs a hand through his hair, looking down at the sand. "The moment we look into our imprint's eyes for the first time, we see a glimpse into the future, and for most wolves, it's a life-changing moment that they cherish forever."

Gulping, she crosses her legs. "But not for you?"

He shakes his head slightly.

"What did you see?" Y/N asks softly, her voice small and he can already detect her concerns are turning to fears.

"I had a vision, Y/N. A vision of you...dying. It was so vivid, so real, and I've been trying to keep it from you ever since because I didn't want to face the reality of what might happen."

Y/N's eyes widen in shock, and she pulls her hand away from Paul's. Her heart is racing and her palms are slick with sweat, but she tries her best to keep her fear hidden from Paul. Her emotions are heightened now, but so are his, perhaps she can mask the way her insides turned with his reveal or the way her bottom lip threatens to quiver.

"How does it happen?" she asks. "When does it happen?"

"I don't know when, but you didn't look older than you do now." Paul sighs. "I find you in the forest", he pauses. "I don't think I should tell you more. It's...graphic."

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, trying to process what he had just told her. She felt a mix of emotions - fear, disbelief, anger - all swirling inside her.

"So, it's violent", she trails off, shifting her gaze to the horizon. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Paul?" she asked, her voice shaking. "We could have used our time so much better. I'd have quit my job, we could have traveled...we could have gotten married and had kids by now!"

Glimpsing a small smile on her face, Paul's heart breaks. Even when he's telling her she is to die and their future is doomed, she thinks of how much she wanted to live whatever little time she had with him, to fully experience what should be decades in such a short time frame.

"I was scared, Y/N. Scared of what it might mean, scared of what might happen to you. But I know now that I can't keep it from you any longer," Paul said, his voice equally shaky.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She looked back at Paul, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know what to say, Paul. I'm scared too," she said.

"I know, Y/N. And I'm sorry."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she places her hand on top of his. "I don't want to leave you."

"I'll do everything I can to make sure you never do," Paul promises. "I'll burn the whole fucking forest if I have to."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. She knew that they had a tough road ahead of them, but her main concern is Paul. If she has to die, she will face death with courage.

However, she can't help but wonder what happens to a wolf when its imprint dies?

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PART 24