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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Yay! My weekly chance to obsess over sub!Ransom!!! Here’s my thought of the day: Our poor baby Ran is not doing well. He has to deal with his shit family and deep down he feels like he’s not good enough to be with his girl. Knowing that she has a work thing and won’t be around to see it, he up drinking a lot and is just a sad, drunk little puppy. Work thing ends up being cancelled and reader decides to surprise Ran. Cue insane and I mean insane levels of fluff and reassurance and soft words and touches! I want that boy DROWNING in the fluff! It’s been a shitty Monday and I want to live vicariously through Ran! 💜

Awww wee lamb! Hehe lets get into it and see what happens, eh?

He hated his family. He hated each and everyone of them. He had to listen to them spit venom at him, at each other, at anyone in their line of vision all fucking day. It was Harlan's birthday and he wanted them to have a nice lunch together, but of course leave it to the Thrombeys to make it insufferable.

He managed to grin and bear it all through soups and salads but he got up and left halfway through his tortellini pasta. Once he was in the safety of your home, he made a beeline for the bourbon. As the glass filled, his mind replayed poisonous words that his mother said, poisonous words that his mind feeds him from time to time.

"Fucking bitch," he curses his mother under his breath before gulping down the harsh brown liquid. The searing burn only took his mind off of his family for a moment, but he chased the relief anyway. He poured another tumbler full and drank it down eagerly. He debated on whether or not to put the bottle back behind the bar but decides to bring with him to the couch. You weren't going to be home until later in the night, so Ransom felt no shame about drowning himself in his sorrows.

The sound of the front door opening was lost on his drunk ears. You hung up your coat and kicked off your shoes happily, you couldnt get out of that meeting fast enough. "Ransom? Baby, are you home?"

"Oh shit," Ransom cursed again, he found himself sitting on the floor, his back against the couch and the once full bottle of bourbon nearly empty. With uncooperative hands, he tries to get up on his feet. You find him stumbling over his feel to stand straight. "Hiii, Honey."

You look from him to the empty bottle and bacj again. You chuckle softly, "Ran, are you drunk?" He pushes a hand through his hair, trying to make it neat.

"What? N-No," he tries to lie but the way his words slur together and the flushed rosey tint to his cheeks give him away.

"Are you ok? How much did you have?" Your concern takes over as you get closer. Now standing in front of him, you could clearly see the distress that he tried to drown out with the booze.

"Yeah, m'fine," he lies through his teeth. You give him a soft look that screams 'I don't believe you.' You help him sit down, pressing a kiss to his forehead on instinct as you get him a full glass of water. The sweet action has a lump forming in his throat, his eyes burn with tears. He manages to hold them back as you hand him his water. You settle in next to him on the couch, your knees curled under you and your head resting in your palm.

"Do you wanna tell me what's the matter, Angel?" Your voice is gentle yet still strong as you pat his thigh comforting.

"Nothin's the matter," he denies once more and sips the water. You hum and nod.

"I know you had lunch at Harlan's today. Something happen there?" Your question makes Ransom's face set into a cold expression, trying to freeze you out, freeze out their words, freeze out his thoughts. But your radiant warmth was never a match for him. "Angel..." you call in a whisper, his head turning to look at you, your eyes melt him on the spot, "you can talk to me about it."

A tear managed to escape his waterline, running down his cheek, and soon another one joined, and another, and another. Soon, he was sobbing into your shoulder, you hold him to you as he tells you through choked breaths everything that happened at lunch and when he got home. You let him get it all out, each word broke your heart a little more.

"I just... why can't I be good enough?"

Now that shattered your heart. You heard him sniffle and cling to you, his arms wound tightly around your waist.

"You wanna know something, Ransom?" You run a hand through his hair again, this time playing with the strands tenderly. He hums in acknowledgement. Your voice is calm and slow as you speak. "I think that your family all have insecurities and problems that they refuse to fix or even talk about. And when they see you working on yourself or simply just being, they get angry, and take it out on you. And you want to know something else?" He nods, enraptured by your words.

"And it may come as some what of a shock to you, but you, my sweet boy, are infinitely better than any of them could possibly dream about being," the way you speak holds such conviction and sincerity that it shakes Ransom to his core, "you, as you are, have always been good enough, and you will continue to be good enough. Because you are Hugh Ransom Drysdale, and you are deserving of every single good thing in this world, and more."

More hot tears find their way down his face, but this time it's not because of his own demons— it's because of your light. You end your little speech with a tender kiss to his head and hug him even tighter, he returns the gesture happily. He fights back a few sniffles before lifting his head to look you in the eyes.

"I love you so much " he whispers, feeling more sober than he ever has. You gaze lovingly at his vulnerable expression, you've never seen Ransom look so soft. You caress his cheek.

"I love you too, Ransom," you whisper back," just as you are, and as you will be."

Happy Murderer Monday!

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years

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are you still accepting requests for the prompt list? if so can i ask for a soulmates au with hotch? it's fine if you aren't anymore! have a great day/night ahead and please take care & stay safe! 🥰❤️

- 🦋🌙

Of course you can ask for that if he more than happy to write it :) i really hope you enjoy and stay safe as well!

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Warnings: a few swears

When Aaron was younger he never minded having the extra strokes of a pen or marker along his arms, whether it was an accident or a small drawing he enjoyed seeing the new small details that would pop up on his skin at random times of the day.

As he got older some of them became more artistic, doodles while in class no doubt and reminders,

history exam tomorrow DON’T PROCRASTINATE

or,

take tortellini for a walk

Aaron was pretty sure tortellini was to be eaten and not walked, but the small insights into the life of the person he was meant to be with were so special, meaningful, no matter how random they were.

But when he reached college those little notes, the drawings littering his skin became ‘unprofessional’ and didn’t match the neat and clean look a lawyer, and later on, a federal agent was supposed to have.

So he traded his t-shirts and polos for long-sleeved quarter zips and dress shirts. It was rare he let the opinion of others bother him but it became something he heard so often that he was almost ashamed of the marks on his skin, he had half the mind to write on his own arm asking whoever it was to stop.

But soon enough, the drawings and marks were pushed to the back of his mind, only a minor nuisance, he was too busy working to actively search for whoever it was and he assumed they were too as there was no attempt at communication or reaching out in any way.

On occasion, Dave would walk into the washroom of one of the precincts they were aiding in an investigation, and could see Aaron scrubbing away at his hand or a visible portion of his skin, trying to remove the drawings that were there. It was usually quite difficult.

“Again?” Dave asked, coming over to the sink where the Unit Chief was standing.

He nodded his head, stopping his aggressive scrubbing for a moment to show his friend what it was this time.

A giant mandala pattern was drawn across his palm, the design weaving through his fingers.

If he wasn’t so worried about behind hyper-professional, maybe he would have admired the art, wondering if whoever his soulmate was had done it to relax, or maybe they were bored, or stressed and needed some kind of release from the grips of their mind.

Dave pushed Aaron’s hand under the water, cleaning the soap off it and examining the design afterwards, it really wasn’t coming off.

“You know it’s not that bad, Aaron,” he said. “At least it looks good,”

“Looking good doesn’t matter, Dave,” he replied. “It’s unprofessional I can’t go around just having doodles and reminders all up my arms,”

“Just leave it, for now, you’re going to scrub your hand raw if you try any harder,”

He couldn’t disagree with that so he turned off the running water and dried his hands with some paper towel before going back out.

The team, through various points in the day, noticed the art on his hand but chose not to comment on it knowing it would most likely upset or frustrate their boss.

He didn’t really notice it at first, but the stress of it all may have caused him to add small details here and there to the design. Colouring some parts in with his blue pen while they discussed the profile, adding a line row of circles that interchanged with triangles. It just kind of happened.

And it wasn’t until he went to his hotel room and changed out of his suit and into a t-shirt and shorts that he saw the small note on the inside of his forearm.

Is everything ok?

A simple question and yet he had no idea where it had come from. Why were they asking all of a sudden, what was the big thing that had convinced them to reach out?

Instead of answering the question he grabbed a pen and responded with one of his own.

Why do you ask?

It didn’t take long for the answer he was searching for to pop up on his skin, right under his question.

You never write on your hands. For a while, I wasn’t sure if you even existed but I saw the details you added

Nothing more needed to be said, he knew where the answer was going.

I don’t write on my arms because it looks unprofessional

Then I must have caused you a lot of grief

Now that he thought of it, after college the comments stopped, he didn’t hear from anyone besides the nagging voice in his mind. So in a way, you did cause him some grief, but it was mainly his own fault.

What do you do?

Another question. He couldn’t leave it unanswered, this was after all his soulmate. Such an odd concept to think about. The fact that somewhere in the world you were waiting for him, the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

I work for the Department of Justice

He decided that was better than writing FBI in big bold letters on both of your arms.

Awe and they get mad at you for having doodles on your arms :( Maybe you should come to the Hill they couldn’t give less of a f*** what I do

He chuckled slightly at the asterisked swear word, the conversation now making its way up his arm.

By the end of the night, his body was littered with conversation. Any place he could write and it could be easily seen there were words, and he imagined you looked quite the same without getting so much as a name from either end.

The next day, when Aaron came into the precinct the team could see the writing, peeking through the sleeves of his suit jacket and the cuffs of his shirt, if only they knew how far it went.

And Dave noticed that for once he seemed unbothered by it. Like he had become his younger self again, sitting and waiting, staring until he saw a new addition added to the collection of writing on his body.

He wondered if you had covered up for work. Most likely, if it had been only one or two lines maybe you could have gotten away with it, but a whole sleeve of words probably merited long sleeves for once.

When he was back in D.C. the ink still hadn’t faded, and there was no more room for you to notice if he put another message on there, maybe asking for your number.

One morning before heading to work he stopped by a coffee shop close to his home, getting his usual order, but heading out in such a rush he didn’t notice the person standing behind him and running right into them, getting iced coffee spilled all over him.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” he assured, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

“No it’s not I’m such a klutz and you’re wearing a suit-,”

“I’ve got another dress shirt in the car, don’t worry,” he said, holding his shirt away from his undershirt so it wouldn’t also get stained and wet.

“Here let me at least help you bring this to your car,” you motioned to the bag and coffee in his other hand.

He didn’t want to argue so he passed them to you and you walked together across the street to his car, opening the trunk and grabbing his freshly packed go-bag.

You placed the food and coffee down while he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in a white cotton t-shirt and dress pants, a bit of an odd combination.

But something more noticeable than that was the words littered across his arms like a manuscript had been written on his skin and you couldn’t help but notice both sets of handwriting looked very familiar.

The blocking capital letters, neat on the right hand but messy on the left (leading you to believe he was left-handed) and that unmistakable swirl of the y with the double-crossing of t’s, the other set was unmistakably yours.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

“Huh?”

Obviously, he hadn’t caught on because he didn’t have the knowledge that under the sleeves of your turtle neck you looked quite the same.

“You’re him,” you said simply. Pushing your sleeves up you showed him the matching handwriting on your arms along with the mandala on your palm.

He looked from your arms to your hand to your face, the surprise unmistakable.

“(Y/N),” you introduced quickly, offering him a hand to shake. “I never told you my name, I-I just realized that,”

“Aaron,” he responded and accepting your hand. “I was going to ask you for your number the other night so we didn’t have to look like this all the time,” he explained. “but I wasn’t sure you would notice it on your ankle,”

“You make a good point,” you chuckled. “W-Wow, I don’t even know what to say,”

Neither did Aaron, he was at a loss for words.

“Look I’m guessing you probably have to head to work and if I don’t show up in my office in about ten minutes I can guarantee you I will have to buy everyone lunch again,” you said, taking the lead. “So here’s my card and um, call me,”

“I will,” he nodded.

“Did they give you any trouble for this?” you asked quickly before leaving, pointing to his arms.

“No,” he shook his head. “Keep doodling, unprofessional or not,” he shrugged. You knew what he meant, it didn’t matter and he wanted that to continue now that he allowed himself to enjoy it.

“I’ll see you later Aaron,”

“Yeah,” he smiled, looking down at the card with a small drawing of a giraffe in the corner. “See you later,”

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sunstar-of-the-north · 3 years

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A Date With A Plumber

Bowser gently laid white cloths on the steaming bowls of food. While doing so he noticed that a fork was crooked. Alarmed, he quickly adjusted the utensil so it matched the rest of the dishes. The koopa then took a step back to analyze the table. It was set for two, one dish adjacent to the other at the end of the table. Bowser would have liked it if they were positioned across from each other but talking would be proven difficult with how long the table was.

He took a nervous sigh and moved to the mirror on the wall. His hair was a complete mess. Bowser smoothed it to the side with his clawed hands. Once he finished, he smiled proudly in the reflection. A second later though it reverted to its default look.

He growled in annoyance. The turtle then started to fix his silver cravat. He was wearing a maroon dinner tuxedo with a double lapel. He ditched most of his typical accessories, save for his bracelets. It was the compromise Bowser made with Kamek. He glared when he remembered the overwhelming amount of advice the old wizard gave him. “Don’t slouch over the table. Don’t talk with your mouth full. And DON’T for the love of the stars lose your temper!” He began to realize that instead of fixing his neckpiece, he was gripping it for dear life. Bowser let go of it in alarm. He groaned, lightly slapping his cheeks. “Pull yourself together Bowser,” he said in aggravation. “You’re the King of the Koopas! You have no reason to be all shaken up over one silly date!”

No matter how much he tried to convince himself, Bowser still felt like there were fighter flies in his stomach. Even though this was their third date, he was still a nervous wreck. Besides this one was different. Unlike the first two, which were at her house, this date was on his turf. Not to mention there would be a chaperon. “It’ll probably be that tomato colored Mario,” Bowser grumbled. That was a part of the agreement between the three of them. Whenever they would go out, there had to be someone—which was always picked for them by Mario—to keep an eye on the two. Panic hit him like a train when he realized he didn’t make a bowl for the red suited plumber. Before the turtle had time to think, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned; smoke escaping from the sides of his mouth. “WHAT?” The koopa troopa swallowed nervously.

“S-Sir? S-She’s here.”

Like a Bullet Bill out of a canon, Bowser charged passed the troopa, sending the poor thing flying. Thankfully his other minions were able to get out of their king’s way as he ran down the halls. In moments the twin doors were in sight. He slid to a halt, nearly blasting through them. Bowser took a moment to steady his breathing before opening them. His breath was cut short when the koopa saw who was standing on the steps. It was Luciana, adorned with a simple dark green dress with see-through lace sleeves. Her brunette hair, which was normally straight, was curled. When her blue eyes met Bowser’s, he felt like time stopped.

“Hellooooo? Earth to Bowser!”

Bowser snapped out of his daze when he noticed a hand waving near his face. He shook his head and looked back at Luciana. She seemed to be worried. “Is—everything alright?” He nodded rapidly. “Yeah! Yeah, everything is g-great!” She grinned in relief, causing Bowser’s heart to pound like a drum. “Buona!” There was an awkward silence between the two. The koopa then noticed the shorter woman was staring at him. “What? Is there something on my tux?” Luciana blushed in embarrassment. “N-No! I uh—your scarf thingy is all…” She motioned to his neck. He looked down and saw his cravat was still a mess. Bowser wanted to retreat back into his shell. The plumber inched closer to him, hand slightly raised. “Um—may I?”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise but squatted down at her request. She then tidied the cravat. “There! All better! Looks like all those years helping Mario with his ties came in handy!” She said with a chuckle. Bowser winced at the mention of her brother. Luciana picked up on his shift in mood, facing falling a bit. “O-Oh uh—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t—“

“No, no! It’s ok…” Bowser realized that something was missing. “Speaking of, where is your chaperon? I was expecting him to be with you.” She gave him a playful smirk. “I was able to talk him out of it!” He was shocked and somewhat impressed. “How?”

“Well I told Mario that I’m a grown woman and he shouldn’t be treating me like a little kid. Besides I can handle myself!” She then flexed her arms with a semi-serious look on her face. Bowser cracked a smile, finding her display adorable. “After a long talk we came to an understanding.” She horizontally put her finger below her nose and spoke in a deeper tone. “Alright Luciana! You can go on your date alone. But you gotta come home at midnight! Even if you’re a minute late, I’ll break down those castle doors faster than you can say ravioli! And if that slime faced koopa tries anything funny, you take care of him like I showed ya. Got it?” Bowser chuckled, clapping his hands. “Perfect impression. 10 out of 10.”

She did a little curtsy in response. “Grazie!” Bowser leaned against the door frame, feeling a sense of relief knowing it was just the two of them now. “Man, who knew the String Bean could stand up to her brother like that. She keeps throwing surprises at me.”

Luciana started rocking back and forth on her heels. The king koopa realized that she was still outside. He nearly jumped out of her way, bowing deeply. “Pl-Please! Come in!” His sudden movement made the plumber flinch but relaxed once she passed the doors. Bowser followed her in.

Soon the two were in the dining hall. Bowser sped walk toward the table. He quickly pulled Luciana’s chair out for her, causing a loud squeak as he did. He winced at the sound but still gave her a smile. She smiled back and sat down after thanking him. Bowser scooted her chair toward the table and clapped his hands. The lights were turned down low. He then lit the table candle with his fire breath. “Che meraviglia!” Luciana whispered under her breath. “Hopefully that means something good,” he thought to himself. The turtle then brought his attention to the bowls. He gingerly took the white cloths off, steam pooling out from them. “Bon appétit!”

Luciana’s eyes grew to the size of moons. The bowls were filled with cooked rice and beef, a variety of different vegetables, and a fried egg to top it all off. Bowser couldn’t help but be smug with her reaction. She turned to him, eyes sparkling. “What is this?!” He sat down, resting his hands on the wooden table. “It’s called bibimbap.” Luigi scrunched her face as she tried to say the name. “Bimbi—bimbipab.” Bowser let out a hearty laugh at her attempt to pronounce the word. The plumber’s face turned a bright red. “Say it with me. Bi-bim-bap.” She repeated after the turtle, saying it correctly this time. “There ya go!” He gave her a toothy grin. She smiled back, twirling her hair with a finger. Bowser looked to the side with a bashful smile. “This—is one of my favorite dishes. I wanted to share it with you since you shared one of your favorites with me.”

He looked at the corner of his eye to see Luciana staring at him. He blushed, coughing into his hand. “What w-was that called again? Tor-tortilla gardinata?” Now it was Luciana’s turn to laugh. “Tortellini gratinati.” Bowser chuckled, scratching his head. “Yeah, that. Oh before I forget, here’s Gochujang if you want some.” He passed her a small bowl of red paste. The woman cocked her head at the little dish. “Gochujang?” Bowser nodded. “Yeah. It’s a red pepper paste. It gives the bibimbap an extra kick!” Her face lit up after hearing that. He gave her a wink. “I know how you like things a little spicy so I thought I would oblige.”

She giggled, sending a flurry of warmth to Bowser’s chest. “Grazie, grazie!” She at first picked up a fork but then eyed the chop sticks. “You can eat it with those?” Bowser raised an eye brow at her. “Uh yeah. That’s how you’re supposed to eat it.” She let out a soft oh in response. The koopa realized how harsh his tone was. He reprimanded himself in his head. “Um—I can—show you how to use them, if you want that is.” Luciana blinked at him and then smiled. “Sì! I always wanted to learn how to use them!” Bowser got up and moved to her side. He gently guided Luciana how to hold the utensil. The turtle noticed just how small her hand was compared to his. “They’re so tiny—so—delicate.” He looked at the woman, who was staring at their hands. She brought her gaze to him. When their eyes locked, they both blushed crimson. Bowser removed his hand and they both looked away from each other.

He stiffly walked back to his chair, sat down, and proceeded to stuff his face to hide his blushing. After a while he turned his eyes to the green dressed plumber. She was able to pick up a bit of vegetables and rice. Luigi dipped the food in the Gochujang and put it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she chewed more. She looked at Bowser with a big grin. “This is amazing! Please give my compliments to the chief!” Bowser glowed by her praise. “Thanks! I was worried that I might have over-cooked the carrots.” The woman raised her eye brows in surprise. “You made this?”

“Yeah! Cooking is one of the few things I like to do.”

“Don’t…you have cooks to make your meals?” Bowser shrugged. “Yeah, but sometimes I do the cooking, especially if it’s for one of my kids’ birthdays.” Luciana stared at him. “You…made this specially…for me?” Bowser was confused by her statement. “Of course! You’re my girlfriend! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make food for you?” Luciana’s face was red once more. Realization hit Bowser like a blue shell to the kart once the words left his mouth. This was the first time Bowser ever called her his girlfriend or referred himself as her boyfriend. “I—um—.” He took a sip of his wine, not wanting to speak anymore. He felt a hand rest on his. The turtle looked to see Luciana, giving him a sheepish smile, cheeks pink. The king gazed at her for a moment and returned the look, intertwining his fingers with hers. Soon the two were enjoying the rest of their meal, having small talk and telling stories to pass the time.

The bowls were empty while the room was filled with laughter. Both human and koopa were smiling ear to ear. Bowser then got up and moved toward Luciana. He offered a clawed hand to the woman. She gladly took it, Bowser helping her out of the cushioned chair. “I wanna show you something.” Luciana cocked her head. “Oh? What is it?” He winked at her. “It’s a surprise!” He led her out of the room and further down the hall. A few moments later they were in front of two glass doors. Bowser opened them for Luciana, trying hard to contain his excitement. She stepped through them and gasped. The room was filled to the brim with beautiful flowers and plants, some of them the plumber had never seen before. “Oh Bowser—they’re gorgeous!”

“The ash from the volcanos makes for great fertilizer. All of our vegetables are grown here too.” Luciana turned to the koopa with sparkling eyes. He couldn’t help but crack a grin as he brought her further in the garden. They soon stopped at an elaborate stone bench. Bowser sat down, patting the spot next to him. Luciana took a seat, smoothing out her dress. She looked around, taking in all the scenery. She wasn’t the only one taking in the view. Bowser watched her, feeling lighter than air. He couldn’t explain why though. He then remembered why they were here in the first place.

“L-Luciana,” he asked softly. She turned to him, the same warm feeling from earlier hitting him harder. “Yes Bowser?” The king felt his cheeks get hotter when she said his name. Swallowing, he took something from his coat pocket. “I—I wanted to give you these.” He opened his fist to reveal a pouch of seeds. “They’re green cymbidium orchids.” Luciana gaped at the seeds. She then turned to him, bewildered. “That’s my favorite flower! How—how did you get them?! They’re so hard to find!” Bowser proudly smiled, tapping his snout. “I have my ways.” Luciana rolled her eyes playfully. Her expression grew softer as she gingerly took the pouch from his hand. “Grazie Bowser. I’ll make sure they grow big and strong.” He gave the woman a tender look. “I know you will.”

The human and koopa gazed at one another. They both felt a pull, slowly closing the distance between them as they inched closer. Luciana rested a free hand on Bowser’s cheek, making his spiked tail wag steadily. Suddenly, she had an alarmed expression on her face and placed her hand over the king’s mouth. “Aspettare! What’s the time?!” Bowser had to take a minute to process what she just asked. He then took out his pocket watch. “It’s 11:50.” They stared at each other in utter fear. The duo then sprinted out of the room and down the halls. The minions that were still awake never saw their boss run so fast before, unless it was to escape from a fight or for food. Before they knew it, they were both in a lakitu cloud and booking it to Mario and Luciana’s house.

Once the cloud stopped, the king and plumber quickly jumped out of it. Bowser whipped out his watch. Luigi watched on in anticipation. He showed her the clock. “11:58,” she gasped out in relief. Bowser wiped his forehead, feeling ready to collapse. They walked to the front door, slowly catching their breath. Bowser leaned against the wall while Luciana fixed her hair. Bowser loosened his cravat, clearing his throat. “…I hope you had a good time.” The woman nodded happily. “I did! The bi-bim-bap was excellent!” She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear with a small blush. “It was nice—to be alone together.” He agreed in silence with a small grin. He licked his lips nervously. “Also—you can visit the garden whenever you come to the castle. That way we can spend more time—alone.” The plumber was surprised but giddily replied, “I would love that.”

Without thinking, Bowser leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Good night, Luciana.” The human blushed profusely, touching where he kissed her. She looked up at him in surprise. Bowser started to sweat bullets. “Oh no. Did I go too far?! I-I didn’t mean-“ Suddenly, Luciana gave him a warm kiss on the cheek as well. He felt like his whole body was on fire. “G-Good night, Bowser,” she said with a bashful grin. The koopa watched Luciana as she opened the door to her home. Before she closed it, the woman gave him a dreamy expression. Bowser swore he heard music as she gazed at him with those beautiful eyes. He gave her a blissful grin, waving good bye. She waved back, leisurely shutting the door.

Bowser jumped onto the cloud, gushing so hard that fire was peeking out of his mouth. Once he returned to his castle, the koopa’s heart was racing. He was astonished that he was even tired that night. Regardless, Bowser got ready for bed. After he put a pair of pajamas on, the king then climbed into a large bed, pulling the blanket over his chest. He let out a happy sigh, his last thought before falling asleep being his girlfriend’s pure smile.

I wrote this like--last year. Sorry it took so long to submit. Characters (c) Nintendo

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser x femluigi #gender bend #otp #nintendo #Bowser #Mario Bowser #luigi #nintendo luigi #video games #text #monster x human #monster boyfriend #bowser x luciana #My writing

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alonelysimp · 3 years

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Ты тоже красивый

Characters: Tartaglia x GN! Traveler! Reader

WC: 1683

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of violence, swearing

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, M/GN, fluff, Established relationship, Love confession, Lots of flirting

heavy simping, send help ;-; i cried way too many times writing this /pos

Also full disclaimer: no i no not know Russian, apologies if anything is mistranslated. the closest thing ik regionally would be dutch or my shitty half assed excuse for german qwq

Your foot stays firmly planted on his chest as you lean down and press the blade of your sword to his neck.

“You wanna kiss me so badly right now it makes you look stupid.”

“Shut up, tortellini.” His dumb smile probably reflected your own, a light blush dusting his cheeks at the intimate position. You could feel your rapid heartbeat in your chest, whether it be from the adrenaline of fighting or your proximity to him. Excitement sparkles in his eyes, almost as if he were asking for a rematch. His breath tickles you as your gaze traces the minor cuts and bruises on his face. His hands tug at the front of your shirt, lips ghosting across yours. “I hate you.”

“That’s not what you were saying an hour ago.” You scowl at him and push up from the floor, leaving him on his back. The sound of your sword sheathing echoes off the walls of the golden house.

“At least you didn’t destroy it this time. You can’t rely on your fatui money forever,” you mutter. The metal pieces of his coat clink against the floor, scrambling to go stand by you.

“Can we go again?” You glare up at him with the most annoyed, deadpan expression you can muster. He huffs, flicking your forehead.

“Hey, hey, watch the pretty face. I worked hard for this shit,” you hiss and cover your forehead with both your hands.

“I could say the same, жизнь моя. (zhizn moya ‘my life’)” He pauses after every syllable of the nickname, gesturing to the tiny marks on his face.

“Oh, shut up, you’re fine.” You turn to the door; his arms wrap around your waist from behind. He buries his face in your hair, lifting you off the ground slightly.

“You’re so mean to me~”

“Tartaglia, I feel like a cat getting picked up by a toddler. C’mon, let’s go home and get you fixed up, attention whore.” You blink as your eyes adjust to the daylight outside and grab his hand. He intertwines your fingers. The smirk on his face burns through the back of your head.

“Aww, so you really do care about me.”

“I hope you trip and fall on your face.” He pulls you closer beside him as you walk down the dirt path to your home, the midday sun shining down on the two of you from above. You only had to pull on his arm a few times to slow down on account of the difference in your strides.

As soon as you step inside, he releases your hand, opting to collapse on the bed.

“Dipshit—” you pull the supplies from the shelf, “up.” He doesn’t move, even when you nudge his shoulder, pretending to sleep. You sigh, summoning your sweetest voice and sitting down next to him. “Darling, can you please sit up for me? I need to take care of you~” His eyelashes flutter open just enough to peer at you. You grit your teeth, burying your face in his chest, embarrassed. “I hate you,” you mumble, muffled by the fabric of his coat. His fingers gently run through the hair at the bottom of your hairline and slowly work their way up before cupping your face and making you look up at him.

“Thank you for caring about me.” Your eyes narrow, heat pricking at your cheeks.

“I should’ve left you back at the golden house.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and sits up, letting you lean against him still. The post-battle heat radiates off him but the smell of sweat is beginning to get to you.

“So are you just gonna lay there or..? I know how comfortable I am, but I was under the impression you were gonna help.” He laughs when you push yourself away quickly and set the supplies down on the nightstand. You begin to unclasp his coat, fumbling with them slightly before getting it open. You punch him lightly when he opens his mouth, knowing full well what he was about to say. “So mean~” He pulls you into his lap while you work, dabbing the soaked cloth at the various scrapes.

“Was I too hard on you?” you ask him softly. He laughs, leaning back and resting on his hands.

“It’s not an easy task to defeat me, ангел (‘angel’). I’m proud you were even able to land a hit.”

“You won’t fight me using your delusion. What if I go overboard and hurt you?” Your fingers dance across his skin, flitting over his muscles.

“Is it bad that I want to make sure I don’t kill my beautiful ангел (‘angel’)? If you don’t want me to hold back, you better not either.” He giggles, pressing his lips to your forehead and smiling “Wouldn’t it be fun?” The soft linen sheets brush against your skin as you shuffle to face his back, taking care of any wounds, regardless of how slight they may be.

“I’d have to patch your weak ass up after, though.”

“I wouldn’t mind watching you turn beet red undressing me.” You choke, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. The alcoholic smell from the cloth quickly deters you from keeping your hand there, but it doesn’t stop the mindless panic you’ve been thrown in. At least he wasn’t watching you burn up, you’d never hear the end of it.

“S-shut…” you stutter out, failing at a desperate attempt to regain your composure. He laughs and turns to take the bottle and cloth from your hands.

“Hmm, I didn’t expect such a rare treat today.” He sets the things back on the nightstand. “Is this your way of apologizing after being so mean to me earlier?”

“Not to your crusty dusty ass,” you mumble, not making eye contact with him. “Go take a shower, you reek.” The palms of your hands press against his chest, more in a gentle urge than a demand. He chuckles, sighing, and presses a kiss to your forehead before standing up to head to the bathroom.

You take the opportunity to stand up and put away the antiseptics and clean the cloth. The soft white noise from the shower fills the house as you hang the towel up to dry. He steps out a few minutes later though, you wonder how he always manages to take such short showers. Yours takes a few minutes longer, and you slip into a clean set of your usual clothes after.

“I have to go do guild stuff, you coming?” You stand by the door, messing with your hair. He glances up his food, a chicken mushroom skewer leftover from breakfast. He hums, tossing the bamboo skewer in the trash.

“Of course ангел, (‘angel’)” he says cheerfully, moving to stand by you. He takes your hands in his, fixing your part line himself. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling him close in a hug. His lively heartbeat drums against your ear as the scent of sandalwood floods your nose. His fingers run through the back of your hair with one arm around your waist, pressing you closer.

“Hey, darling?” He hums, waiting for you to continue while stroking your hair. “I like you.” You look up at him. He melts, the dumb smile on his face making it quite evident. He buries his face in your hair, mumbling out a “м-милая. (m-milaya ‘[you’re] c-cute’)” You manage to pry him off you, taking him by the hand as you lead him to the harbor.

The commissions you received were nothing out of the ordinary, just little deliveries around Liyue and a few hilichurl camps to clear. You sighed, plopping on the edge of the cliff. The grass rustles as Childe sits next to you, leaning back to watch the sunset.

“I have to admit,” he breathes, “the sunset in Liyue is unlike any other I’ve seen.” The fiery sky matches his hair, a sight you could never see from such a city like Snezhnaya. Your breath hitches when you turn to glance at him. He looks… stunning. The way his hair glitters in the light, cerulean eyes shimmering. How in Teyvat did I manage to land someone like him? He looks over at you, concern shadowing his eyes as he brushes his thumb across your cheek. “What’s wrong котёнок? (kotonok ‘kitten’)” You reach up to your face, fingers coming away wet. You laugh softly and wipe them away.

“Nothing, just thinking about how lucky you are for having such an amazing partner.” He pauses, realization flashing on his face after a few seconds. He huffs, pouting, and pokes at your side.

“Hey! Stop making me think I messed up somehow.” You push his chest lightly, turning away. He huffs, breath tickling the back of your neck as he pulls you into his lap and nuzzles your hair.

“...You’re beautiful.” The waves crash against the cliffside as you stare into the sunset. He pauses, resting his chin on your shoulder. The salty Liyuean breeze ruffles his hair and tickles your cheek as the sun dips below the horizon.

“What do you mean?” His hands shift against your waist, holding you ever so slightly tighter. Your brows furrow together slightly, chewing your bottom lip as you pause to think. You sigh, the hesitant silence lasting between you for a short while.

“Do you know how much you mean to me? You’re incredible. Everything I hope to be and more. I can’t stop thinking about you and it messes with me so badly. I can’t get enough of you, your smile, your touch, your voice. You make me feel ways I never knew I could and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m so... mad, how irreplaceable you are, how much you’ve become in just a year but I love it and—” Your breath catches in your throat, tears beginning to well up. He takes your hands in his rubbing them with his thumbs. He presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck.

“Ты тоже красивый. (ty tozhe krasivyy)”

omg thank y'all for the support I'll try to post more consistently (｡ŏ‿ŏ)

#childe #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin impact #omg why is fluff so hard to write #its embarassing #aaA #childe x you #tartaglia x you #those are tags right #im so bad at tagging lemme be

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powerosewaterpuff · 3 years

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this idea for a fic/short fic came completely from a tiktok from @ fixation_or_infatuation on tiktok who has such awesome content so P L E A S E go check them out!! and thank u so much for the idea bc legit this made me so happy hehe

(also soft dad Bruce rights ok? oK I CLOSE MY EYES AND EARS TO CANON AND SAY FUCK THAT NOISE BRUCE IS A GOOD DAD FIGHT ME ON THIS HE IS A GOOD DAD WHO IF HIS SON CRIED FOR SOMETHING HE WOULD TURN THE EARTH OVER ON ITS ASS TO FIND IT FOR HIM PERIOD POINT BLANK. HE LOVES HIS CHILDREN OK A Y?? OH ALSO U CAN RIP DICK BEING AN ESL KID OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS OK? OK :) )

“-uce. Bruce? Bruce! Bru-uce! Bruce, I adopted a chihuahua and named her Georgina, what’d you think of that?”

“Hn?”

Bruce shot his head up, realizing he had made the foolish mistake of zoning out through an infamous Dick Grayson tale, that always required every form of attention necessary at all times. He could feel himself chuckle inwardly, as he saw his ward’s little pout as he chewed away at his tortellini, directing a solid stare of expectation at Bruce.

“You really need to sleep more, do you know that?” Dick hummed, raising a little eyebrow at Bruce, which was a facial expression that looked far too adult on his baby cheeked face, and it looked far to Bruce-esque for his own liking.

“Even if I didn’t know that, I’d always have you to remind me, don’t I?” Bruce teased, stirring up a bright giggle from Dick that simply filled his chest with a rush of warmth that he had never really felt before. He loved hearing his laughter, no matter where or when and whether it was a rarity or not, but it always felt just a little bit more special when Bruce had been the one to cause it.

“At this point, I would consider myself your own personal alarm cloc-Bruce, can I please wake you up singing Christmas carols tomor-Why? I have a beautfiul and spec-tac-u-lar voice, thank you very much!”

Bruce didn’t bother suppressing a teasing eye roll, as Dick’s voice sounded like glass being rubbed against a cheese grater when he tried to hit all of Mariah Carey’s notes. He did, however, nod slightly at Dick to congratulate him on his proper pronounciation of ‘spectacular’, which was a word that Dick usually had a hint of trouble with. It was a small action, but one he hoped Dick would understand.

“Anyways, can I ask you a question?” Bruce’s eyebrows curved upwards in question, just a smidge, as he pushed his plate of food aside and leaned closer across the table to give Dick his complete focus.

“You already did,” Dick rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort but Bruce cut him off, “However, what’d you need?”

Then, there was something Bruce never really thought he would see for as long as he would live. It was Dick Grayson, the beam of passionate sunshine himself, squirming shyly in his seat and chewing on his bottom lip. If Bruce wasn’t the master of supressing emotions then he would’ve been throughly surprised by this display.

Dick Grayson was simply not shy, not in the very slightest. He was bolsterous and bold with just a hint of cunningness behind it, but he certainly was not shy. This, of course, caused Bruce to begin categorizing all the possible problems there could be. He ran through them over and over in his head, trying to suppress an inexplicable feeling of dread and fear that was coursing through his chest only slightly, but still present.

Dick took a deep breath, and Bruce could feel himself holding his almost inadvertently.

“When Superman comes today, d-do you think I could get an autograph,” Dick spluttered out, saying it almost too fast that Bruce barely understood what had been uttered. He did feel himself take a massive sigh of relief, even though what replaced the dread in his heart was just a prick of bitterness. Dick had never asked for Batman’s autograph.

“If Clark’s alright with it, then I don’t see why not, chum.”

Then, like a burst of light on a cloudy evening, Dick jumped out of his seat and went around the table straight into Bruce’s arms for a full koala hug.

Bruce, who still wasn’t fully accustomed to such open and loving acts of affection, froze for just a slip of a moment but then melted into Dick’s hold, as he usually did. There was just something magical, dare he say, about his wards (sons) hugs.

Dick then propped his head onto Bruce’s chest, and beamed up at him with stars glittering in his eyes, “Thank you, B!”

Bruce yearned to say something, to say anything along the lines of; Of course, I would bring the moon down if you asked me too or I love you so much that your very laugh eases this knot in my chest that has never been able to budge.

Bruce only managed a meager, “No need to thank me, chum.”

Dick, who had been completely content with the answer given even though he shouldn’t have been, placed his hands onto Bruce’s shoulders and flipped into a handstand position. He then curved his body around enough to sit onto Bruce’s broad shoulders, which in full honesty, didn’t surprise Bruce at this point. He had become labelled as the ‘jungle gym man,’ which was a nickname graciously given to him by Dick himself.

“Now, ride my steed! To Alfie!”

Bruce prayed inwardly that Clark wouldn’t have to be a witness to this mayhem, because it really would lessen his fearsome status in the Justice League.

•••••••••••

Bruce was not jealous.

He simply was not and it didn’t matter how many side eyed stares Alfred shot his way, Bruce was a perfectly fine without a sliver of jealously.

It’s hero-worship, it’s just complete and utter hero-worship.

From the moment Clark Kent had stepped through the Cave’s doors, Dick had been unable to contain his sheer excitement as he bounced on the balls of his feet. The two had hit it off better then anyone Bruce had ever seen before, gabbering on about nothing and everything all at the same time. Now, Bruce was not upset about this, because Dick deserved someone who could give every inch of love he so generously gave back to him. Clark was just that person, as the Boy Scout himself matched wits with Dick far easier then Bruce had ever been able to do.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

“Master Bruce?”

Bruce swiveled his chair to face Alfred, as he sorted out the rest of his paperwork.

“Have you seen Master Dick since our guest left? I’ve been unable to locate him since then.”

His jaw clenched slightly, as he racked his brain around everytime he had seen Dick between the forty minutes since Clark had left and that moment. He felt his heart sink when he realized he hadn’t seen a trace of Dick since the Kryptonian had left.

Fuck.

Bruce hurried up to the third floor of the Manor, and felt his heart that had sunk into his gut shatter at the sound of a faint whimper slithering up to his ear from the bathroom across the hall. He gently walked towards it, slowly but surely turning the knob only to peer his head in, as not to startle Dick.

Dick was curled up into a ball across from the sink, small sobs heaving from his little chest as he desperately tried to push the oncoming flow of tears away with his palm. His cheeks were marred with fresh tear stains and his eyes were a leaning towards the pinker side as fresh tears began to bubble to the surface.

Bruce wasted absolutely no time as he skidded to the floor in front of Dick, gripping his wards shoulders tightly. Dick raised his head slightly, looking all the more ashamed for being caught crying which weighed down on Bruce like the weight of the ocean.

“Dick, what’s wrong?” Bruce whispered, wishing he could erase every inch of sadness off his face, “Please tell me what’s wrong, chum.”

Dick bit his lip, chewing on it for a bit, which Bruce recognized as one of Dick’s nervous habits. He made a note of that, just in case.

“I-Bruce, it’s stupid, alright? I-I’ll get up, I’m sorry for sitting on the bathroom flo-.”

“Dick,” Bruce huffed, firmly pushing Dick back onto the ground as he moved his hands to cup Dick’s cheeks, still filled with baby fat, “Nothing you say is going to be stupid. I want to know what’s wrong, alright?”

Bruce was not one to plead nor grovel, no matter how much life pressed its dirty heels into his back he never swayed. However, seeing Dick crying was such a weak point to him that it unnerved and horrified him. (It was probably why his nightmares had all had one consistent theme of Dick being in some sort of danger that Bruce could not save him from.)

Dick practically melted into Bruce’s hold, and nuzzled his face into his palm as Bruce wiped away stray tears. Fuck. Bruce needed to hug Dick more, or just show any shred of affection. He just wasn’t used to having to show an abundance of physical affection to someone, and had forgotten how much he had craved for it when he was younger, starving and hungry for shreds of affection he wasn’t expecting to receive, until he simply became numb to it. Dick really deserved someone better, and Bruce knew this more than anyone else.

After taking a shaky breath, Dick peered up at Bruce as he blinked away tears, “Promise you won’t think it’s stupid?”

“I promise,” Bruce vowed as he rubbed his thumb across Dick’s cheeks comfortingly.

“Do you remember how I wanted Superman’s autograph?” Dick mumbled softly, sniffling slightly. Bruce nodded but mentality cursed himself a thousand times for not realizing that Dick hadn’t asked a single time for an autograph from Clark.

“I-I really wanted to ask him! I kept waiting and waiting but I just couldn’t do it, b-because I thought he might find me annoying. I really, really wanted him to like me, Bruce! I thought he might get upset or get annoyed by me because I talk so much, so I just couldn’t do it and I don’t even know why I’m crying! He was so nice to me but I just really got scared a-and my tongue got tied like-like a knot! Does that make sense? My tongue was like this big heavy knot and it was stuck to my mout-Why am I crying!”

Dick tried to suppress a rising sob, as he covered in his eyes in shame. Bruce gently let go of his cheeks and spread his arms out gently, with the offer standing clear. Dick flung himself into Bruce’s waiting arms and buried his face in the crook of his neck, as he continued to try to mumble out a few words and hiccup. God, it was enough to make Bruce’s chest ache, as he rubbed soothing circles into Dick’s back softly.

“Clark would never find you annoying, not in a million years. Dick, can you look at me for a second? Clark would never find you annoying, and I don’t know a single person who would,” Bruce stated firmly, as he cradled Dick in his arms and shifted him so he would be facing him, “Dick, Clark would give you a thousand autographs if you asked, and do you want to know something? There’s nothing wrong with being a little shy, and you have nothing to be ashamed of, nothing at all.”

Dick sniffled a bit, as he snuggled closer to Bruce but he stayed quiet, which worried Bruce more so then it should’ve.

“You know, I get shy sometimes too,” Bruce confided quietly, as if it would provide some sort of comfort to Dick. It proved to work as Dick sat up with a start, glancing up at Bruce wirh furrowed brows.

“It’s never this emotional, but you know what? I think it’s better you let it all out, then trying to bottle it up inside,” Bruce murmured, pushing Dick’s fringe back. He saw a pensive look set into Dick’s features, and was met with another soft hug.

Dick was going to being the reason Bruce’s heart burst, he was sure of it.

“You’re the best, Bruce.”

Oh well, Bruce didn’t need a heart anyway. Not if he had Dick with him.

•••••

Bruce leaned over his phone, dialing a number into it as he kept his ears open to the sound of the tap shutting.

He had gotten Dick to wash his face a bit, with Alfred stepping in to look after him while Bruce made some executive calls.

The phone beeped for a bit. Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Hello? Bruce?”

“I’m going to say this one singular time, are we clear? You are going to fly over here and give Dick the best goddamned autograph you have given a person but you are going to let him ask for it first, then you’ll be on your merry way unless he asks you to stay for dinner, clear?”

“I-.”

Bruce ended the call, satisfied with the answer he was given. It still stung just a bit that Dick wasn’t demanding a Batman autograph, but he would make sure his ward (son) was as happy as can be, even if it meant letting the Boy Scout take his place as Dicks, ‘Favourite Adult.’

It was worth it, if he could make sure that brilliant smile was always there.

Fin

(P.S. Later that night, when Bruce was tucking Dick into bed after shutting The Vevlveteen Rabbit and setting it onto the nightstand, he noticed Dick was happily gripping the signed Superman card tightly in his hand. He shoved back his exasperation, but couldn’t help but give a raise of the brow when Dick asked if he could buy a Superman backpack.

“You already sleep in Superman pajamas, I think the commodities can stop at that,” Bruce suggested, ignoring the fact that Dick probably had no idea what that word even meant, “Would you not want any other hero?”

“Nope, he’s my favourite. Oh-Besides you, of course!” Dick hummed, as he used his other arm to grab Zitka from behind him, as casual as could be.

Bruce, on the other hand, had just had a bombshell dropped on him. A happy bombshell. A pleasant bombshell. A bombshell nonetheless, though.

“I wouldn’t get your merch, though. I have the real thing, and he’s my bestest friend in the whole wide world. Don’t tell Wally that though!” Dick exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Bruce like the most important part of that sentence was the warning of not to tell Kid Flash, and not that Bruce was his ‘bestest friend in the whole wide world.’

(Not father. Never his father.)

Bruce was silent, but leaned over to give Dick a peck on the forehead and a rare but soft smile. One he really only reserved for Dick and Alfred. He couldn’t afford to be selfish, this was enough for him. This was absolutely enough for him.

Dick returned his smile with one that shone brighter then all the suns Bruce had seen in his life.

Bruce really adored this kid.)

AND THATS IT HEHE PLEASE EXCUSE WELL EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC I WROTE IT AT 2AM AND WHILE I CONSIDERED POSTING IT ON AO3 (my account is ordinarilyspeaking btw :) ) I DECIDED TUMBLR IS WHERE IS POST MY 2AM THOUGHTS ANYWAY SO WHY THE FUCK NOT SO YEAH IM GOING TO GO PROCRASINATE MY ASSINGMENTS SOME MORE SO THANK U SO MUCH FOR READING HEHE!

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flamingbluepanda · 3 years

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Hi! If you want how about director's commentary on Daydream Believer?

OH FUCK YEA BABEY

So for those who haven’t read, daydream believer is a year in the life of Joe and Nicky in a modern day au where Nicky is a veteran and Joe is asexual and they learn to live together. It’s a romantic dramedy involving grief and emotions and legal weed and zoom and a cat named tortellini and it owns my entire heart. Please read it.

Daydream believer is an interesting one, because I wrote all *checks notes* almost 13k of it in about three days. I was absolutely taken with this au because I just fell in love with this world. Nicky in particular is interesting - you wouldn’t peg him for a guy who joined the military, but you also wouldn’t peg him for a guy to join seminary in canon. I kinda just stole Nicky’s reasons for the seminary decision and used them for him joining the military.

(He was a sniper btw, Nile was his buddy and they’re best friends)

Anyway, the military fucks people up, no matter their reason for joining up. Nicky is no exception. Probably the most infamous scene from daydream believer is when Nicky, who some unchecked anger issues, finally just snaps. He and Joe have an argument and Nicky swings for a cabinet, punching it. Joe obviously does NOT approve of this and gets a hotel for the night. They talk later and Nicky agrees to get therapy and they agree to take it slow, etc etc.

Fun fact; in the original version of that scene, Nicky swings for Joe’s head.

I had that version of the scene sensitivity read by no less than 5 people, and the general consensus was to tone it down, so I did. Sometimes I think that I should’ve left the original in. Sometimes I’m extremely glad I didn’t.

Other fun facts: Andy did NOT want to be in this story. I managed to squeeze her in but holy fuck she did NOT want to. I kept trying to insert her in and she just fought me. In the end she got a hopefully touching scene with Nicky about Quynh and the risks of love and loss and all that. Joe is ace in this fic. I daydream of a partner like Nicky who doesn’t every try and make his boyfriend have sex. Tortellini the cat was a very late stage addition, because Nicky sobbing “her name is tortallini?!” Is extremely important to my soul.

And final comment, re the title; the actual song has nothing to do with the fic except that I’ve wanted to name a fic after that song for years now. Whenever I listen to the monkees (HEY HEY WERE THE MONKEES!) I picture people just kinda dancing around in their socks. The vibe matches this fic and I said “well FINALLY I can name a fic this” and so I did.

Thanks for the ask! Again, I adore daydream believer as a fic, go read it please!

#ali writes shit #thanks for the ask friend!!

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fighterkimburgess · 3 years

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Prompt Fill - Date Day

Prompt: Fluff 46. "nothing else matters except for you."

Brettsey

Words:730

Rating: G

Summary: Sylvie and Matt have a date day.

Sylvie stretched out, Matt’s side of the bed cold. Her lazy waking up stopped and she sat up, staring at the empty sheets. She always woke up earlier than him when they weren’t on shift, and from the feel of the sheets he’d been up for a while.

Throwing on a pair of panties and one of his old Lieutenant tees, she walked downstairs to the kitchen, shivering in the cool October air. Matt was standing behind the kitchen island, her Kiss the Cook apron on him as he flipped pancakes.

“I wanted to do breakfast in bed for you,” he said, leaning over to kiss her cheek as she wandered over. “But this feels like a present for me instead.” She grabbed one of the cooked pancakes, ripping a strip off to eat.

“I’m hungry, sorry!” She exclaimed, seeing the quirk in his eyebrow. It didn’t take long for him to finish cooking, and they sat eating, curled up on the loveseat in the living room. Once they finished, they lay there with the tv on before Matt sat up, pulling her up off the couch.

“C’mon. We’re off shift today, I want to go do something. Let’s get dressed.” They dressed quickly, Sylvie fending off Matt’s neck kisses as he tried to coax her back into bed. Before long they were out the door, sitting in the cab of Matt’s pickup as he drove them into downtown Chicago.

Eight years in the city and Sylvie still hadn’t gotten used to how different it became just before the first snow hit the ground. It was cold but crisp, her favourite time of year. Matt parked, and he directed her to Navy Pier. They hadn’t been up in the ferris wheel since their first date, and he paid for their tickets to get into one of the pods. This time it was daylight and the sky was clear, and she could see the skyline perfectly. She got Matt to take a photo of her in front of the skyline, and then pulled him into the frame for a selfie, their hair blowing in the wind, identical grins on their faces.

After Navy Pier, they went for a walk along the waterfront, watching the boats out for their last time of the year. The final turn brought them to a little hole in the wall Italian place that had been the spot for their first date, and quickly turned into their spot. They made time to go at least once a month, to get time away from being Captain Casey and PIC Brett, and just be Matt and Sylvie. None of the staff even knew their jobs, and it made things even nicer for them.

They walked in and ordered, Matt getting his normal wedding soup and tortellini, and Sylvie got caprese salad and lasagne. They treated it like any date night, talking about everything except work. She didn’t normally get dessert, but Matt insisted on splitting a slice of chocolate torte with her.

The slice came out and she looked at it for a moment, blinking at the strawberry atop it. Nestled in the green foliage was a small, perfect emerald ring, with two diamonds flanking either side of the emerald. It was white gold, small enough that it could be under her gloves at work but perfect for her. Sylvie’s eyes filled with tears as Matt slipped back in his seat and got down on one knee.

“Sylvie, I don’t know how long I’ve been in love with you, but I am and I have been for forever. Seeing that ceiling collapse, looking at the crashed ambulance, I realised there’s nothing else that matters except for you. I want you to do me the honour of being my partner, my wife, the person who I get to be with for the rest of my life. Because I love you and I’ll support you every step of the way. Sylvie Jean Brett, will you please marry me?” He was so earnest, so honest that the tears welling up in Sylvie’s eyes broke free as she nodded. First slowly and then as if she was a bobblehead, grinning through the tears.

“Yes Matt, oh yes. I want to marry you.” His grin matched hers as he picked up the ring and slid it onto her finger, sealing it with a kiss.

#Prompt fill #Chicago Fire #Brettsey #Matt Casey #Sylvie Brett #Cíara Writes

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missguomeiyun · 3 years

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Homecookings [July ed]

Another month, another monthly post :D Gonna keep the intro short bcos I have Olympic things to catch up on!!

Salmon taco~

Steak woohooooo! We encountered a steak deal earlier in the month so we got several packs of these. Yum!

This looks sad but this was also during my night shifts, where I ate 6 meals over 24 hrs..... so it looks relatively “light” lol

Daikon + beef soup with thick rice noodles. I can’t recall when the last time I made this soup was but it’s so simply to make. Instead of using salt to season, I used my Korean salted shrimp sauce.

Another one of my night shift meals - pretty sure this was lunch. Anyway, it’s soba noodles with salted seaweed, with ginseng chicken soup. My mom made a big pot & portioned it out so I just need to re-heat it in the microwave!

I made chicken + rice cake skewers again~

Zero dressing salad: tomato, cucumber, corn, the chili lime tortilla strips & seasoned salmon.

I made 2 portions of this, where half was my dinner & the other half was my lunch the next day. I used 1 package of the Knorr sidekick pastas (the fettuccine alfredo), then mixed in some tortellini, sausage, & frozen spinach, & added some mozza cheese + butter. Turned out pretty nicely!

Dumplings with cheese! K you guys need to try this out bcos it’s amazing! Pan-fry some dumplings of your choice, take off dumplings, melt a layer of cheese in your pan & then re-introduce the dumplings when the cheese is melted.. . You’ll get dumplings with a side of stringy cheese :D

Dinner for myself :P chicken soup, pan-fried chicken breast with seaweed, & kimchi + tofu (+ napa cabbage).

Okay so.. . the Olympics. I’m just following badminton, & oh goodness! SO MANY UP SETS! It’s crazy!!!

Thoughts on some specific matches:

- Ladies singles final (China vs Chinese Taipei). I felt really emotional for Tai of Chinese Taipei. .. According to the commentator, the 2 (Tai Tzu-ying & Chen Yifei) have had head-to-head 18 times. This match was #19. 15/18 were won by Tai, but sadly she couldn’t pull thru on the match that mattered most =( it was a great match to watch regardless!

- Mens singles final (Denmark vs China). Good for Denmark’s Axelsen!!! He did an amazing job, both attack & defense were very well-played. Not sure what happened to Chen Long, but he seemed really exhausted even at the beginning of the match =/

- Chen Yifei vs An Seyoung (in knock-out stage) - An played well but for a 19 yr old, I think she lacks experience in reading shots, if that makes any sense. She has a high endurance & unbelievable reach, but I found her to be like. .. being the moved one majority of the time & not really moving her opponent around. This match highlighted that. But definitely a badminton star to look out for!!

- playing against team mates. You know, I’ve always wondered how athletes feel when they’re competing against their own team mates, esp when it involves being on the podium. Like Korea vs Korea for ladies doubles bronze, & China vs China in mixed doubles gold medal match. ..

- Canada’s top badminton star: Michelle Li. I watched her last match against Japan’s Okuhara. It was a sad game. Michelle hit a lot of shots out. ..

I didn’t watch many matches of the mens doubles; the ones I did watch were (clearly) forgettable -.-” I haven’t had time to watch the gold medal match yet so I’ll get on that!! But judging from score line, it was a breezy win for the top spot on the podium.

Anyway, ttyl!

#homemade #homecooking #cook #i cook sometimes #food #dinner #lunch

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snow-whiteandred-rose · 4 years

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Hello can I make a request where the reader is on vacation in Malta while BTS is there for Bon Voyage s3 and they end up crossing paths with each other (and maybe fall in love🥴)

A/N: Sure, I´m sorry it took a few days, but here it is. Hope you enjoy it! Vanessa :) Word Count: 4,4k

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Namjoon

You sat in a Café at the shopping mall and enjoyed your iced coffee. It was a hustle and bustle in there because everyone escaped from the hot weather outside, so did you. During lunch time it was hell. Next to you were two guys who browsed through the travel guide and looked visibly overwhelmed. The one who stabbed you in the eye was tall and had light blond hair which matched perfectly with his skin tone. He wore a red shirt and a short jeans. His sunglasses rested on his forehead to keep his hair out of his face. “We can go to the war museum first and after that we could watch the canons...” he said to the other. “But isn't that a detour? We also have the next days to go to the museum. We shouldn’t stress ourselves, Namjoon.” “You are right... Hugh..that’s more difficult than writing songs.” “Do you need some help?” You asked them and both looked in your direction,” I didn't mean to interfere. But I thought you might need some help. I live here and I can give you some recommendations if you like.” “That would be really great, thank you.” Namjoon smiled at you and you got a warm feeling in your stomach. The next twenty minutes you spent with browsing through the travel guide together and you made them a schedule at what daytimes it was perfect to see everything so they will never had the problem that the places were too crowded. “Thank you very much. Now we are well prepared!” “You’re welcome, I love it to be a travel guide,” you smiled and Namjoon started to search in his pocket for something. When he found a note and a pencil he wrote his name and his number on it. “I would be happy when you text me if you have more recommendations or insider Tipps. It’s also good to have someone around who knows the ropes.” “Oh yeah sure, I will text you,” you answered and the two guys stood up to continue their path. They already went a few steps before Namjoon looked back to you and said:”I also would be happy if you could text me when you want to drink a coffee with me.” “I will. You can count on it,” you smiled and waved.

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Seokjin

You worked at a restaurant in Valetta. Summer time was tourism time so you had always full house. A calming evening or time to breath was rare. So you enjoyed every minute you could take a breath or got a little bit distracted. Normally all people were distant and in their own world. They just wanted to have a relaxed evening after they discovered the city. Time to time it happened that somebody engaged you in a conversation but you never felt comfortable with it. You weren’t an introvert person but for you the chemistry had to be right so that you could talk relaxed with someone you didn’t know. This evening a guy took your attention. You couldn’t miss him because his whole appearance was conspicuous. He wore a pink mapped shirt and a tie but the crowning glory was his straw hat. You had to be very confident to wear something like this. Of course all people looked at his outfit but he didn’t care. That was something you found really attractive. For him it didn’t matter what the others were thinking as long as he felt alright. It also seemed like he was part of a reality show because he had a camera with him and talked with them all the time. Because he sat in your area it was your job to take his order. “Hey, can I take your order?” You asked him. “Yes, I like to eat the shrimps and tortellinis. And two tequila, please,”he answered and you admired his efforts to speak in English. “You are really good in speaking English,”You complimented him. “Thank you,” he said and added laughing ,”do you know BTS?” “I have heard about them but I don’t know them at all.” “I have to watch the videos, they are really good and you can’t miss Mr. Worldwide handsome,” he did advertise. “Thanks for the recommendation. I will look at them later. I’m sorry I have to get back to work but it was nice talking to you,” you said and went back to the kitchen. As much as you wanted to talk with him more you had to do your work at first. Everything else could wait. When your shift was slowly coming to an end you noticed that he was still at the restaurant and talked with the people and the camera. He was just about to drink his tequila and you could just frown your brows about his technique. At first he drank the tequila, about 4 seconds later he bit into the lemon and then he licked the salt. You used this chance to start a new conversation. “Okay I can't watch this. So what do you mean, I will teach you the right way to drink tequila and you show me the handsome guy?” You sat next to him. “I wouldn’t say no to that. Gladly I know Mr. Worldwide handsome very well.” Jin answered and laughed.

Yoongi

You had a fight with your best friend and needed a few hours on your own to digest everything. Of course it happened sometimes that you hadn’t the same opinion, that’s life, but it still didn’t let you go. That’s the reason why you came to the Irish Pub. Sometimes everything became better with a shot and you already had the feeling that your mind did relax and you could think about anything else than the fight. But it only lasted as long until you felt an uncomfortable presence right beside you. It started with the two men just looking at you but you kept your eyes on your glass. After approximately 10 minutes the guys came to your desk and started to talk with you but it was that type of conversation you wanted to over soon. “Hey sweetheart, why is someone so beautiful alone here? Your friend should take better care of you, it is really dangerous when it gets dark,” one of them told you in a disgustingly sweet sound “I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself,” you answered and tried to ignore them. “I wouldn't doubt it but don’t you think it's boring alone? Why won't you join us for a drink? At the hotel we have a big suite all to ourselves.” “Thank you, no!” You said cold. Unfortunately they were two of the stubborn kind and did not let go. “Oh, come on, sweetie. We could have a lot of fun.” The other one said and you felt a hand on your arm causing you to tense up. “I think she has made it very clear to you that she wants to be left alone.” Suddenly a deep voice sounded behind you. You turned around and saw a guy approximately your age with a dark shirt and black head. He looked at the other guys like a cat that sneaked up. “What kind of guy are you? I don't remember talking to you. This sweetie here is just a little uptight, but she'll get over it,”one of the obtrusive guys said. “Get the hell out of here and leave her alone or we'll sort it out another way,” your rescuer said and grabs one by the collar. “Keep calm! We are already leaving.” The two guys said and you started to breath again when they left the bar. “Oh my god, thank you so much,”You said to guy in black. “You’re welcome, I don't like it when men disrespect women as if they were nothing. Are you okay?” “I’m fine. There are not many people who stand up against someone. Most people just look the other way. I can't thank you enough,” you said and gave him a short peck on his cheek. You were surprised by yourself because normally you didn’t do something like this but you were so facilitated. Your peck caused him to blush a bit. “I know I just rescued you from the guys but I would feel better when you join me and my friend so that we could take care of you.” He pointed in the direction of his friend, also in black clothes and a hat. His big deer eyes looked in your direction and you couldn’t help but to smile softly and wave him. “Honestly I would really love it and it would make me feel better also,”You said with a smile. “Then you are invited to drink with us. I’m Yoongi by the way and that’s my friend Jungkook.” He said and pated Jungkook on the back. “Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

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Hobi

Every week when you werer doing the weekly groceries you asked yourself: Why do all old people had to do their shopping at the evening when they had time the whole day. It was a mystery but something you had to deal with. Of course the supermarket was full when you arrived there and you where already stressed. Annoyed you took a shopping card and searched for the list in your bag when you felt a push from behind causing you to fell against the card. “Ouch,” You whined because you hurt your ankle and when you realized that you crashed again into another card yours,” I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention. Somebody just pushed their way through.” “Everything is fine. Don’t worry, that can happen in a full supermarket,” a friendly voice said and you noticed the guy you crashed with. He wore a sunhat and light blue sunglasses to which he wore the matching t-shirt. The light colour was a contrast to his complexion. You had the feeling that he was the sunshine in person such an positive aura surrounded him. You smiled to him before you continued your path or you tried. When you walked through the shelves you noticed the pain in your ankle again so you could just hobble. You hadn’t realized that you made such a big twist and of course all stuff you needed stood on the top of the shelve. You tried your best but you couldn't reach the box. Suddenly another arm appeared beside you and helped to pick the box. Surprised you looked to your left and saw the guy from a few minutes before. “Oh, thank you so much. Why do they have to put everything important so high up?” You asked rhetorically. “That’s a good question, I think they hope that they will have to refill the shelves upstairs less, because they all reach down first.” You two walked down the hall together when he noticed your limp. “Is your foot alright?” He asked you and you saw his worried gaze on your foot. “It’s okay, I think it will be better in the next hour. It happened when somebody pushed me a few minutes ago.” “I'm not so sure, it looks a little swollen. Let me help you with the groceries and then we'll go to the hospital together,” he said and it sounded less like a question than a statement. “Hobi I found the...” another tall guy appeared and a stopped when he saw you two. “Namjoon our plans have changed. We help her with the shopping and then I will go with her to a doctor. Maybe you can call the members to inform them.” He talked to the other guy. “You really don't have to help me. I'm fine. You don't even know me.” You butt in. You didn't want him to change his plans just for you. “Right, how rude. I'm a Hobi. At least now you know my name, and we'll get to know each other even better in the next few hours,” he smiled and hooked you in.

Jimin

Summer in Malta was really hot but that didn’t keep you from exploring the city and doing all the sightseeing stuff. Of course you had a detailed plan what you wanted to see. You had almost all things done from your list except for one thing: seeing the canon shoot. It was a spectacle you could see twice a day. You didn’t know why but until today it just didn't work out that you were there at the right time. But today was perfect. The best view was from the opposite side of the castle but you weren’t the only one who knew this. Nearly all tourists watched the shoots from this side of the sea. So you planned your time that you arrived there twenty minutes earlier to make sure you had a great place to see. The fire started exactly at 4 pm and although it was just one shot, it was worth the time. After it you rested there a view minutes and enjoyed the view over the city. “Here we are. It has to start soon,” you heard an excited voice next to you and looked after it. Two boys stood next to you and looked to the opposite side of the sea. One of them was completely dressed in black and also wore a black hat. You could only see a few strands of his pink hair. The other one wore a light jeans shirt and short beige trousers. His hair was dyed in a light ash blond which perfectly matched with his honey colored Teint. “I hope so Hyung, my foots hurt,” the other one whined. After a few minutes where still nothing has happened the first one became nervous and looked on his phone. “I don’t understand it, we were punctual.” Because both looked really sympathetically you decided to help them. “Are you two waiting for the canons?” You asked them. The guy with the black hat just looked at you with his big deer eyes and nodded shyly. “You are a few minutes to late, they already shooted. The next time is tomorrow morning.” “Oh no, really? That’s a pity. But then we have time to go to the museum, jungkookie.” The guy with the honey skin said to the other one. “But why? I can’t understand it... you can also see it when you search on google.” You frown your eyebrows. “Yes, but that’s not the same,” you both said at the same time and the other guy showed you his smile which made you blush. “Have you been there already?” “No, actually not yet, but that was next on my list,” you answered. “So what do you think? Would you like to join us? It would please me if at least one person would be interested in it” “Oh yes i would love it, if that’s okay for you both,” you answered also in the direction of the other guy who wanted to talk in the moment but the other one started to speak. “He’s totally fine with it. So I’m Jimin and that’s Jungkook.” “Nice to meet you two, I’m Y/N.” The three of you started to walk down the hill. “You owe me for that Hyung!” Jungkook whispered to Jimin and the sound of his smile was the best noise you heard that day.

Taehyung

It were the last days at Malta so it was time to enjoy the nightlife of the city with your best friend. It was unique how locations looked different at different times. Also it was really interesting how the paths of strangers could cross again and again until they speak to each other. It felt like the fate wanted to reunite you two. The first time you saw him this evening was when you went to the big fountain with your friend. You were just about to threw a coin in the fountain, the typical superstition all tourists believe in, when you saw a blond guy with a bandana and black clothes. You didn’t know why but you just couldn't look away, he kept attracting your attention. He and his friend were fooling around at the fountain, just like you and your friend, taking pictures. Their interactions made you smile. The second time you saw them was when you two went to the restaurant. They arrived just a few minutes after you ordered. Of course they sat behind you and of course your friend sat back to back to his friend that you had to look straight in his direction. While you planned what you wanted to do the rest of the evening your neighbors started to make pictures in funny poses and laughed when they looked at them. As your eyes wandered to him once again, he caught you and smiled. You had to confess that it was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen, because his whole face started to glow. You blushed and looked quickly back on your plate. „Are you alright?“ your friend asked you. „Yes, what should be?“ you answered hypocritical but she frowned her brows and turned around just to look at the other guys. Of course her move didn’t remain undiscovered. You kicked her in the shins and she made a face. „Ouch! That did hurt!“ she whined. „I don’t know what you mean,“ you smiled innocent. After you finished eating you walked through the city and rested a bit at a viewing platform. You had read that there should be a firework which you wanted to see. It wasn’t surprising that the handsome guys were also there. They stood right beside you and it felt a bit like you watched the fireworks together even when you didn’t talk to another. When it came to an end you felt his gaze and looked at him. „And what are we looking at now? I had a feeling we'd meet there again anyway. So what's the plan?“ he asked and you smiled. Sometimes everything fell into place all by itself.

Jungkook

It was a mild summer night and there was nothing more perfect than busking at a warm night. When it became dark and the nightlife started and all people enjoyed the feeling of a cool breeze on their skin. You were on your way to the public plaza you loved so much, surrounded by restaurants and bars when you noticed the young guy at the corner of the street which looked disorientated on his phone. You watched as he walked a few steps just to look at the name of the street and his phone again. It was obviously that he didn’t has a clue where he was. “Hey do you need some help?” You asked him and smiled softly. He just looked at you with his big eyes and you had the feeling that you could nearly looked at his innocent soul. He wore a black hat and a few wisps of his light red hair come out. He had a cute little snubnose but the most attractive you found this cheekbones and his strong jawline. After a few seconds he noticed that he still hadn’t answered and stuttered:”I search this place.” He showed you the map of his phone. “You are lucky I need to go to the same place, so we can go together if you like?” He nodded and you two started to walk up the hill. You didn’t know why but everything about him made you like him already even if he hadn’t talked much. But you were sure that there was more behind his facade. “So how is your evening?” You asked him. “I was in a pub with my Hyung, but he went back home. I saw somebody busking a few minutes ago and now I have the desire to do the same,” he said shy. “Then we have something in common again,” You smiled at him. “Oh are you a singer?” “Not really... I just do it as a hobby now and then. And you?” “Something like that yeah.. but as a hobby it is also cool,” he said and showed his bunny smile for the first time and you had the feeling that you were already falling in love. Okay what’s going on with you? Actually something like that never went so fast with you, but he simply gave you a comfortable feeling when you looked at him. “Oh really? A big audience and so on?” “yes, you might say that.” That was the point you noticed a turn in his charm and he became confident. “Then I'm excited about the show. Now I have high expectations.” You smiled wide and touched his shoulders lightly. “I'm happy to do it. I’m Jungkook by the way.”

#bts #bts x reader #bts fluff #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #hobi x reader #yoongi x reader #bon voyage #bts malta #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios

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writerofthespiral · 4 years

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The Machine

Author’s Note: So you know, I recently finished Pirate101 for the first time after getting back into it since I was like eight (and now I’m getting back into Wiz) and I must say I genuinely enjoyed it. I laughed a lot and cried some — it was great! The only thing I didn’t enjoy was the ending (I liked it, but I was just sad to see it end, ya know). So, I decided to write it from the p.o.v of my pirate — hope you enjoy! Comment down below!

Word Count: 2400

Trigger Warning: Blood, gore, asphyxiation

The time for the final battle had come upon Ingrid and her crew — to defeat Kane himself. She looked around the lower control room of The Machine, a strong sense of disgust running through her veins. Around her was smashed machinery, oil stains, and the twitching remains of masked automata on the gold and steel platform, some of which had fallen onto the cold, brown marble flooring below. But, that wasn’t where her attention lay.

“After him Captain, for the Spiral!” El Toro exclaimed, a heroic smile beneath the bull’s white mask, but Ingrid barely noticed the bull.

She drowned out his voice as she descended the metal steps they previously climbed, her getas clicking against the floor. She stopped at the corpse of Gazpaccio, a sad old man killed by his own creation, his own child, Kane. But, could she blame the heartless monster for his actions?

Gazpaccio was the cause of all of this. The death of her parents, the need for a revolution to begin with, and the endangerment of the Spiral. All of this in the name of revenge against the Tortellini family. And of course, darkness bred darkness. It was only until his last days that he acted, wanting to give his son the heart he should’ve had to begin with. But, it was far too late.

Ingrid wanted to hate him for all the problems he’d caused, understanding how much it hurt to be born out of revenge. But, like her own parents, he had shown his creation love, and love was something Kane wasn’t capable of. Even without a proper heart, he never took the time to understand it — to try to feel it — for surely someone with a magnificent mind could learn to love. Even his chaotic creation, Phule, could love.

Either way, nobody should have to die as Gazpaccio did, nor should they be left to rot. Thus, in good conscience, Ingrid turned his body over, laying his arms across his chest. She took off her headdress, clutching it to her chest and kneeling in prayer. She gently placed it on his chest and stood to her feet, a sorrowful look in her eyes.

With that done, it was time to cover him. She took off her tattered robes, once a fine silk kimono from Mooshu colored black, white, and gold, now, worse for wear from combat. She never properly appreciated nor wore them as it was. And if they could give a man the peace he deserved, even for a fleeting moment, then she would do that for him. Though the sky pirate was used to death, and even able to revive the dead as a Witchdoctor, her mojo was nearly spent, not to mention his age making things more difficult. Besides, she could feel his tired soul reject life, and she would not raise the unwilling.

She felt a hand on her shoulder from her closest friend, if not father figure. He spoke in a gentle tone, “You tried your best, Dragonfly, the fault does not lie with you. We are at the end of our journey — let us not allow his death to be in vain.”

“But… Kan Po, isn’t it already in vain? He wanted to give his son a heart, to properly fix him, and that’s what we came for, isn’t it? Even if our main objective became saving the Spiral, that doesn’t take away from the original purpose, does it?”

“No, but, in a way, he would have died. Life is a cycle of birth, death, and rebirth; we would have killed off the evil in him in one way, Dragonfly, and now we will in another.”

She solemnly nodded in response. “Yes, I suppose. No mercy for a bastard.”

She took a moment to ready herself, checking to see if her chest was bound properly and that her hakama was aptly done. She wouldn’t want her pants to be too loose or come undone in the midst of combat. They hadn’t yet, but you could never be too sure.

‘You know,’ she thought to herself, observing her tan brown skin, ‘I never noticed how many scars I’ve gotten over all these years…’

She looked back up at the platform, Bonnie Anne motioning for her and Kan Po. “Come on, let’s go!” She yelled with urgency.

The young pirate nodded, rejoining the group with haste. This was it.

The crew rode in tense silence, stepping into the upper control room — the head of the near-destroyed Machine. The room was like a dome, decorated with silver and golden gears, and a map of the Spiral with magnifying glasses on the back wall. The green skies of Valencia were visible all around the crew from the glass, polluted by the smog of clockwork machinery. Above their heads was a strange laser-like contraption made from the ethereal purple crystals from the Isle Of Doom, which momentarily brought Ingrid’s attention to the ones kept in glass casings. And at the center of it all was Kane, his elites, and his marine pawns.

That’s when the young pirate took notice of the floor: it was a chessboard. All of this — her suffering, that of her crewmates, and that of the entire Spiral’s — was a game. His pursuit of perfection was just a game. With this realization, her doubts faded away. She had to end him.

“We’ve played a long chess game, you and I, and you’ve done far better than expected. But now it’s time I was rid of you. How about one final match? To be sporting, I’ll only use half my pieces — is that not generous?” Kane menacingly spoke.

“Deacon! Rooke! But how?” El Toro exclaimed in shock.

“Should’ve stayed dead,” Ingrid mumbled to herself, never one for words. She always was unnaturally quiet, even when her parents were alive. She didn’t like noise, nor did she enjoy parties or crowds. In fact, she found the rambunctious nature of the Unicorn nobles so unbearable that it took all of her will not to break down and cry. It was the main reason she stormed The Clock Works and The Machine without hesitation.

Somehow, Valencian nobility was worse than Marleybonian nobility, and that’s saying a lot as her own mother was Marleybonian nobility. Ingrid could play diplomat, but wasn't completely socially literate. She knew better than anyone else that what she lacked in social skills, she more than made up for it with her combative abilities. Therefore, this battle had to be.

“They’re only machines. It was expensive to replace the children you destroyed, but I managed.” Kane stated. “Bishop, of course, you already know. Allow me to introduce Queen, greatest of my creations.”

“You flatter me, darling,” Queen spoke.

“Not at all. Kill them, my children. Kill them all.”

Thus, combat began. The Clockwork marines rapidly charged forward, striking with near-deadly accuracy. They were merely pawns, but could kill, and stab, and cut, and some of Ingrid's crew aren’t able to block or dodge as easily.

Ingrid focused her attention on Kane, her ruby red eyes widening in shock — he could teleport? Seeing as mojo was illegal by Armada standards, the fact that he had any was a surprise, and the fact that he could use it well was terrifying, especially because he was attempting to pick everyone off like flies…

Ingrid rushed over to Old Scratch, helping her fellow Witchdoctor strengthen their team and call upon the willing dead, creating a better chance for survival. Once finished, she jumped into the fray — she’d never been one to simply stand on the sides and cast spells like a Wizard. Her first target was Deacon; she hated him with her soul, so seeing him ‘live’ again… He wouldn’t live for long.

She took him by surprise like Kan Po had taught her to, summoning a mojo knife and slicing off his head. He’d already been damaged by Bonnie Anne’s spark gun, so he was an easy target.

El Toro, Contessa, Kan Po, Ratbeard, and Hawkules fought tooth and nail through hordes of Armada marines, facing Rooke, Bishop, and Queen. They faced bombs, clockwork traps, guns, and halberds head-on.

As the battle went on, neither side seemed to truly win. Bones, ectoplasm, oil, and Clockwork bodies filled the room. Most of Ingrid’s crew had fallen, and she could only hope they were knocked out and not dead. She’d seen Bonnie Anne subdued with spark guns, Mormo stabbed through, Ratbeard and Hawkules fall taking down Rooke, and El Toro hurt by one of Bishop’s traps. Kane’s army was no different, however, for all that remained standing was he and Queen. As for Ingrid, Contessa and Kan Po remained — everyone else was hurt or…

Ingrid didn’t have time to think about it; she focused on the fight. If this truly was only half of Kane’s pawns, then he needed to die, or everyone’s sacrifices would be in vain. Catbeard would surely scold her for that, and she wouldn't want Gracie's genius to be stamped out.

Ingrid looked to her still standing friends. They nodded at each other, knowing what had to be done. Ingrid used one of her abilities, soulreaver. Giant skeletal hands held Queen down, spirits attacking her as Contessa and Kan Po charged forward. But, the eloquent creation refused to go down so easily. With her dying 'breath,' she brought down Contessa, running her blade through the abdomen of the unicorn rebel.

Ingrid felt her heart sink at the sight of it, yet she continued to fight. "Just like the old times, eh? Just the two of us, Kan Po."

He nodded. "Let us finish our journey, Dragonfly."

She took a deep breath, sending a mojo blast towards Kane, magical lightning leaving her finger-tips. But to her dismay, he teleported away, and that's when she felt herself being shoved to the ground. She looked up in horror as she watched Kane slice through Kan Po's chest, bits of the goat's blood staining her clothing. He kicked the man's body aside, standing over the shocked pirate, tears in her eyes.

"Kan…P…" was all she could mumble before her staff was knocked away.

"Now that that's settled, it seems I've won," Kane spoke, holding his blade above the teen. "You really should have joined me — you and I were born out of vengeance; I could've used your prowess. You defeated Deacon, Bishop, and Rooke. Why, you even took Bishop's staff as a trophy. Too bad you've become obsolete."

He brought down his blade to finish the job, but at the last moment, the witch grabbed Kan Po's staff, managing to block his attack and kick his weapon away. Before she was fully a Witchdoctor, she was a sickly runt who got by by fighting in the pits of Krokotopia — she could still fight. She was badly bruised and bleeding, but she killed herself to continue on. Her physical wounds would never match her emotional wounds.

She tackled Kane, spitting in his face. With venom, she spat, "I would never join you." She did her best to beat him with the staff, her mojo low. But it was no match, he was physically stronger than her, rather easily knocking it from her hands.

They tussled around in the heap of the dead and dying, but Kane overpowered her, freed himself from her grasp, and knocked her into one of the walls. The white-haired witch weakly attempted to get up, only to be kicked in the stomach and collapse. He grabbed her by the neck, violently shoving her into one of the crystal containers, broken glass penetrating her back as he tightened his grip, slowly suffocating her. She wanted to let out a scream, but couldn't breathe.

"Now, now, close your eyes and fall aslumber — eternally. I must perfect myself, then the Spiral. There is no place for people like you, so go ahead and die for me."

She felt her consciousness fading, her body slowly going into a state of shock. And in what she believed to be her final moments, she saw visions of her parents. She felt… Her mother's embrace, hearing a silent, yet sweet, "I love you" in her ear. Her father, however, she could not hear, and yet, she felt him just as strongly. His demonic will echoed through her — fight. She had to fight.

Her mother lost nearly everything she cared for, but she fought for what she wanted — demanded it. The deal Alison Voss made with the spirits, along with the sacrifices it took to bring back both husband and child, is the only reason why Ingrid Voss was alive. And in return, as the Witchdoctor had found along her journey, she was to face the leader of the Armada. Their stories were tied, and fates sealed, one way or another. Thus, she fought against her own body.

Her ruby eyes glew a deep red as she weakly brought Kane into her embrace, showing affection to the mind that never knew love.

"If you're trying to fight me, it won't work," he spat, "I'm almost done just let me-"

Her face was turning a deadly shade of blue, but she shook her head and cut him off, mumbling, "I… forgive… you…"

"Forgiveness I-" This time, he was cut off by his limbs locking against his will — his hubris was his undoing as Ingrid used her mojo and his against him. Even just a little drop was good enough for her.

"Let's… die… together…" she muttered, sending a powerful electric blast of mojo through the both of them. Her screams filled the room this time, pain running through her from electricity, burning, and broken glass.

"No...not like this. Not like this. I must not…!" he desperately exclaimed, as he fell backward, his systems overpowered by the surge in electricity. As he fell and died, his iron grip dissipated from Witchdoctor's throat.

Heavily wounded, she collapsed onto the ground and closed her eyes, a smile on her face — she won. She heard the silent, yet shaky breaths of her crewmates, and in her heart, she knew they would live. She knew she would live, for she was destined to grow old and see the Spiral change, and she would do it with them. They would sustain, thus she could rest.

#pirate101 #pitty #p101 #p101 fandom #p101 kane #pitty101 #pirate101 fandom #pirate101 Oc #Pirate101 Fanfiction #Okay so I hurt my child a little bit #maybe a lot #but hey she's alive lol

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whumpitywhumpwhump · 4 years

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Here’s Mafia Week, Day 2! Prompt: “Take care of it.”

Simon was stretched out on the couch, long legs taking over all of the cushions. The TV was playing some zany sitcom that he couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about, and instead he was reading an article on his phone about the DA.

Well, he was actually scrolling to see the photos from the press conference because Beck was in a few of them, and he always looked so sexy in that navy suit of his, broad shoulders accentuated by his collar, matching tie cutting a crisp line down his front. Simon admired the way his boyfriend’s muscles were extremely visible through his sleeve and through the legs of his pants, and speaking of his pants, there’s a picture that caught him in profile and his rear looked—

“Simon.”

Pat strode into the living room, voice booming through the space. Simon clicked his phone shut and looked up. He hadn’t realized his uncle was over at the house—he must be staying for dinner tonight.

“Hey, Uncle Pat.”

“Move your legs.”

Simon swung his legs down off the couch, and his uncle dropped down heavily beside him. With the older man sitting so close, Simon could feel the muscles tightening between his shoulder blades. More likely than not, Uncle Pat was still upset with him for his stunt at the roulette the other night.

“You picked a good day to swing by. Ma’s making tortellini, with Nona’s special recipe and everything. Said she just felt like cooking.”

Trying to make small talk with Uncle Pat worked sometimes—the old man did like to talk. However, this was not one of those times.

“I’m not staying for dinner. I need you to do something for me.”

Simon let his blink drag a few extra seconds, gathering himself. His uncle would never assign him anything too dangerous—Ma would kill him if anything happened to Simon, and besides, he was supposed to run the family business when Uncle Pat croaked anyway.

“You remember the Johnson sting we talked about last week?”

He did. Emile Johnson owed them money—he was one of their money launderers, since he owned a cash-only business and was a bit of a pushover. Since he always payed them in change, and no one wanted the job of counting out $1500 in dimes, it was months before anyone noticed that there was money missing. Not only was Johnson a pushover, he was an idiot too. No one with common sense would intentionally cross Uncle Pat.

So they’d whacked him. If Simon remembered correctly, last night some of the guys were supposed to go over there and deal with him.

He nodded, loose strands of black hair falling across his cheek.

With a disapproving look, his uncle said, “You really need to cut your damn hair, Simon.” He shook his head, then continued, “Anyway, Johnson. As it turns out, the fool wrote down every transaction with us, with our names attached. Leroy made sure to grab it from the store, but I have him slated for another hit this afternoon, so he dropped it off. I need you to get rid of it.”

“Alright.”

That wasn’t bad at all. Simon disposed of evidence all the time for Uncle Pat, so he knew the drill. Go get the stuff, put it in a lock box, put the l9ck box in a slightly bigger lock box, fill it with wet cement, close it and toss it into the river. No one would think to dredge it up from down there.

“I can take care of it tomorrow, where’s it at?”

“No. You take care of it today. I need that thing gone. It’s in the air vent in the basement over at the Mayor’s office, since Beck was still at the office when Leroy drove past. Go get it, and take care of it, Simon.”

His uncle’s tone left no room for question, so Simon called out to his mother that he might not be back for dinner (which sucked ass, since he really wanted some tortellini), and rushed out the door.

As he walked down the street, he unlocked his phone and opened his text messages. He scrolled down to the conversation listed as, “NORTH RIVER PHONE COMPANY”, the one where there should be monthly messages about his phone bill. When he clicked on it, however, a window popped up, asking him for a password (thank you, modern privacy technology), and behind that screen, he accessed his text conversation with Beck.

They hadn’t texted in a few days. After their moment in the alley, they had parted ways, and Simon could sense that Beck was still at least a little upset with him for stepping in. As if he was going to watch his uncle kill his boyfriend for something that wasn’t even his fault. He gave Beck his space, letting him take some time to breathe and think things out for himself. That always helped him; he hated when Simon hovered too closely over him.

It had been enough time, though, so he shot off a text.

Hey, babe. Doing an evidence pickup @ your office—wanna grab dinner after? We can pick up from that new food truck?

He locked his phone screen again, and kept walking.

Simon never once walked slowly in his life, and he didn’t exactly live far from the Mayor’s office, so he was already at the front door of the building when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Hey. I’m working on papers in my office rn. I brought the stuff up here earlier, so just come up.

He caught the elevator up to the third floor, and traipsed down to Beck’s office. His boyfriend was hunched over his desk, red pen in hand, papers strewn about. He looked stressed.

“Everything alright?”

Beck jumped. “Shit, Simon, I didn’t hear you come in.” He paused, running a hand through his blonde curls and sighing. “I’m fine, just trying to take care of something for the boss.”

His eyes made it clear to which boss he was referring—Uncle Pat must have sent him something over earlier.

Simon slung his body across the empty chair in Beck’s office, swinging one leg over the arm of the chair. His foot swung up and down, bouncing to beat only he could hear. He’d willingly sit here all night, just staring at Beck’s soft features. Pale lips, round face, deep green eyes—he even had a cute scar on the side of his jaw, which Simon had yet to learn the cause of.

Beck must have had other plans, though, because he swept all his pages together, paper-clipped them, slid them into the false bottom of his desk drawer, and stood up.

“Let’s just get out of here. Here’s that case you needed.” He pulled a battered brown briefcase out from behind his desk and passed it to Simon.

“Do you have—”

“Supplies? Yeah, in my car. Let’s go.”

Beck led him out and down to the car. The two drove down to the docks, chatting easily. Then they pulled up in front of the food truck, and Beck turned the car off.

“Let’s eat.”

“Ok, but I’m taking this with me. I’m not just gonna leave it sitting out in the car.” Simon grabbed the briefcase and took it along as they waited in line. They enjoyed the warm breeze and the fading sunlight.

The man working held out their trays of hot dogs and fries drenched in ketchup—Beck couldn’t hold both at the same time, they were so big and unwieldy. Simon set the case down, to help Beck hold them, and then the two walked back to the car. They slid in and devoured their dinner. It was every bit as greasy and delicious as they had hoped. Simon groaned, pleased.

Beck put the key back in the ignition, then paused.

“Wait, babe. You didn’t deal with the case yet.”

Simon’s stomach did a backflip, then a twist. “Shit, shit, shit.” He jumped out of the car and jogged back over toward the now-closed food truck, but his briefcase was gone.

“No, fuck, where—”

“Simon?”

“Beck, it’s gone, dammit, Uncle Pat’s gonna kill me if someone gets their hands on it. Fuck.”

“Just—uh, just lie. Tell him you did drop it in the river, but someone must have seen you or something.”

“He’s not stupid, Beck.”

“I know, I just—”

“No, I just won’t let him find out. When it surfaces, and it will, I’ll go find it and get rid of it. That’s all.”

Simon skin crawled with the uncertainty of it all, but he pushed it down and walked back to Beck’s car.

“Just take me home babe.”

#mafiaweek2020 #mw-no.2 #take care of it #whump #my OCs #but not really whump--it's more setup for future whump #but i guess there's some angst at the end?#Simon and Beck #He failed to take care of it #he failed miserably #but that's what happens when you get to have food with your bf #Simon is smart but he DUMB for Beck tbh #this has been way more fun to write than i expected tbh

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milkycoffee-selfships · 4 years

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Olive Garden Hell

Self Ship Fanfiction w/ @loving-azoth

Chrys yawned, adjusting her short blue zip up dress and brushing out her blue hair. Looking for Jake or Max as she walked down the stairs of the mansion from Jake’s room. “Yo! Where the hell is everyone?” She called, seeing Max and Jake playing Mortal Kombat on the TV in the living room.

“Hey, we have to leave soon.” The girl said, adjusting her hair clips and tapping Jake’s shoulder.

“Hold up-ohhh hey, look at you looking all nice and shit~.” He cooed, ignoring the game that had all of his attention on beating his miniature ‘rival’ until he heard the TV ring out “FINISH HIM!” “You son of a-!’ “HA! Got ya ginger slim shady!” the brunette barked out her insult with pride. Jake tossed the controller on the ground standing up to be with his partner. He wore a semi-nice jacket for the evening, yet still looking like a brute. The brunette was admiring her winning, arms raised as she cackled, jumping up from the floor. Adjusting their sweater, that sat on top of a white button up. A look that was foriegn to the shortest member in the room. Eager to go to the restaurant just to get out of this outfit later on.

Wesker walked downstairs, hearing the yelling and other such things. His trenchcoat swishing as he fixed the collar of his white button-down.

The older male pinched the bridge of his nose at the loud commotion going on in his living room. “What is going on in here? Are you three even ready for dinner yet?” He sighed. “We have reservations at 7pm sharp and I don’t wanna be late.” He looked at his Apple Watch. “Jake, what are you wearing? That is hardly appropriate attire for a restaurant.” He then looked to Max with a softer smile.

“You look dashing Max.” He said, coughing slightly in embarrassment.

“Dashing my ass, looking like a Sunday School kid. Ya’ sicko.” Jack snickered as he crossed his arms, staring at the man wearing the iconic trench coat. “What do you got against me, old man, looking like you're about to take over the world by midnight.”

Chrys just giggled softly, smiling. “Jake, you look nice..” The girl hummed softly. “Max also looks nice, let’s all chill the hell out here.” Chrys looks to Wesker. “He do be lookin’ like he’s gonna take over the world thou..but in like a good way.”

Wesker rolled his eyes and sighed tiredly. He was so done with this shit.

“Let’s all get in the Porsche.” Wesker said, they weren’t even at the restaurant yet and he already wanted the bill to leave said restaurant.

“Max is sitting up front with me.” The blonde male said, putting on his sunglasses, his son following suit also putting on sunglasses.

“Better not be seeing anything past G rating up there you two.” Jake snickered to himself, placing a hand on the back of his partner’s shoulder. Leading to the expensive ride. As Max got ready to open the passenger seat he snapped his fingers, motioning her to inch closer as he murmured. “Ya know what I mean, That office is far from sanitary, and we don’t have time to get this car detailed soon sweetheart~” This caused the brunette jaw to slack open, sliding inside of the passenger side of the car silently. Face erupting a rose red. This caused the merc to laugh out loud as he opened the door for his significant other, allowing them to seat inside. “What a gentleman.” Chrys teased and kissed the Merc’s cheek and laughed softly, looking to the two up front as she scooted in.

Wesker, who had heard the comment, rolled his eyes.

“At least we know how to keep the noise down Jake.” He smirked. “You two can be heard from the otherside of the mansion.”

“Enjoy it while you can, Who knows when you’ll need that viagra old man!”

Chrys snorted and kicked her legs, giggling. “Oh my fucking God!”

Wesker chuckled slightly at that. “Max dear, I think we need to start being louder to match those two’s energy huh?” Max spazzed in the passenger seat, arms flaring until they covered her ears and face. “I see none of this, I hear none of this!” Jake began rocking the back of Max’s seat laughing as he mockingly made ‘intimate’ sounds. “Malibu’s most wanted shush!!” “Make me Father Fucker!”

“Can we please God just have one normal night out, I swear to God.” Wesker said, Chrys whining softly at the ‘yelling’, she knew they were joking but it was loud and Wesker was getting annoyed and she was having a little sensory overload.

Chrys kind of hid into Jake’s chest, shaking slightly. “Ya’ll calm down challenge.” “Alright, Alright! We can continue this later.” Jake laughed more quietly and he rubbed Chrys’ side taking the time to calm the destruction of the car. This gave Max embarrassment time to die down as well. Taking a glance at her partner in all black then immediately looking away. Thanks to the merc her thought process was a bit less than clean. Though it will get better once they get to the restaurant.

The car stopped at the Olive Garden, parking in the front space. The four exited the vehicle as Chrys adjusted her dress, fixing Jake’s jacket and brushing it down. “You’re a mess.” She teased to the male.

Wesker took Max’s hand, leading her into the Olive Garden as they walked inside.

“Can we get three menus and a kids menu for my son.” He pointed to Jake who was holding Chrys’s hand and kind of staring into space.

Jake blinked for a moment, hearing the snide comment, taking this opportunity to use this against Max. “I’m sure we could use two menus Daddy Dearest~” Max stiffened like a statue that decorated the establishment her grip tightened around Wesker’s she glanced up at the ginger merc and calmly said. “I enjoy using the crayons sir.” She smiled, hopefully diverting the remark.

Chrys rolled her eyes. “Can I actually like get some crayons though? I brought my sketchbook and I didn’t bring any coloring supplies.”

“Jake behave yourself.” Chrys said. “Both of you.” She looked to Wesker as well.

“Four menus and two sets of crayons please!” Chrys hummed.

The Hostess nodded awkwardly and led the four to a booth in the back, running away as quickly as possible. Max glanced through the menu, then around the restaurant. “I feel extremely outta place here. Its so fancy” “What do you need a Kiddie Meal?” “I was gonna take yours, but I feel you clearly need it much more Sir.” “Don’t try and smooth talk outta this with using titles you’d give my dad.” Immediately she was defeated, burying that reddened face in the menu staring at the italian dishes before her.

“Jake, baby, honey, darling. You also like being called Sir.” Chrys pointed out, immediately knowing she wanted cheese tortellini, not even looking at the menu. “I know what I want.”

Jake stiffened slightly at the last remark, coughing awkwardly as he nodded. Rubbing the back of his neck, trying to compose himself. “Ahem… What were you getting babe..?”

“Cheese tortellini!” She bounced excitedly, smiling all preciously. “But with no meat sauce, just regular spaghetti sauce.” She said.

Wesker sighed, not even commenting on whatever the actually fuck was going on.

“Dear, have you decided what you want?” the male asked the brunette, taking her hand and rubbing her knuckles with his fingers. She nearly melted at the subtle gesture of his, nodding quietly as she pointed at her decision on the menu. “The usual spaghetti with gravy.” She said The merc who quieted down his bickering and playful shenanigans skimmed the menu, looking and browsing. “Eggplant parmesan for me, I’m getting some wine too.” “What color?” “Red duh. Goes with the meal.” Wesker sighed. “Bold of you to assume you’re getting wine with how you’ve been acting kid.” He scoffed and looked at his son, who glared back at him.

He looked back to Max with a softer expression, ruffling the girl’s brunette hair and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You sure you don’t want something more expensive?”

Her head nodded quickly, her meak behaviour becoming more docile at the small displays of affection the male gave her. If the bottle of wine was at the table, there would surely be a competition on who is the reddest in color. “I--I’m sure...Thank you. Wait--a tea too please, raspberry kind.” She stumbled over her words, her brain short circuiting from his soft gestures towards her. Jake coughed, wanting attention once more, “Yo- If you two are done being smoochie babies, I’m getting that wine, If not i’m snagging it from your office later.”

Chrys rolled her eyes as the waitress came over, everyone ordering, Wesker letting Jake have one glass of wine.

“One glass, you may have one.” The blond said, rolling his eyes at the threat.

Chrys leaned against Jake more as she pulled out her sketchpad, sketching some people around the restaurant, mostly just sketches of Jake though, he was fun to draw, man.

“This is utter chaos already.” Chrys said sleepily, sipping on her Diet Coke.

Wesker nodded in agreement. “We can never have a normal dinner.” He added.

“Gotta make up for all those dinners you missed with me old man.” The merc snickered, watching his significant other sketch away with the crayons. Chin resting on his hand as he stared in awe. Enjoying the little moment of her just drawing. Max watched as well, enjoying that Jake wasn’t roasting the heavens out of her. Taking a moment to look up at the blonde, then looking back down immediately as their gaze met for a moment. Taking her tea and sipping straight from the straw. Quenching her thirst, inside and out. Hopefully.

Wesker once again ruffled the brunette’s hair, humming softly as he sipped his own wine.

“Dessert?” The waitress asked, the dinner being surprisingly nice.

“I want chocolate cake..” Chrys mumbled, looking to Wesker who nodded in agreement.

“Do you want any?” He asked the shortest female, his eyes falling onto hers. Hearing the mention of dessert and the following title of cake, made her eyes widen staring over to the male in all black. Immediately that was a yes from her, no questions asked. “Only--if that’s ok-if it’s unless its too expensive I’ll wait until we get home!” Jake had no hesitation and just went “Oh my god-Yes.... Give me that cake, that sounds fan-fucking-tastic” He sighed, being a rarity to indulge in dessert and sugary consumptions. Being a merc and having to maintain his physique for missions. Rarely ever having a soda. Not because he didn’t like them, no he loved them. He just had to be mindful. “Cheesecake for me. I hope you don’t mind I’m snagging a bite from all of yours”

“Language.” was all Wesker had to say to that, nodding.

Chrys hummed, kissing Jake’s cheek softly. “You can have some of mine.” She said gently, never being able to keep that ‘tough girl’ act up around him. He could always see right through it.

They all ordered their cakes, getting them about ten minutes later.

Wesker took a piece from his cake on his spoon, holding it up to Max’s mouth.

Max eyed the spoon, then up to the blonde. Becoming flustered. It was only a spoon, with cake. Yet it was always so intimidating to her. She held his hand holding his wrist, as she took the offering of cake. Many times this gesture has happened and it still made her a mess. Jake was scarfing down the sugary masterpiece of cake, as if it was the last thing in the world. “Holy shit--goddamn that is fantastic-babe please, i never say please but can i get a piece of that. Oh my god.”

Chrys handed the rest of hers over to the Merc, smiling warmly.

“No no...just a piece- i’m just taking a sliver” He spoke, his actions following his words. “see - see… just a sliver.” He said, taking his spoon, slicing the cake and taking it, pushing it back to his partner. “It is dangerous here, oh god that cake, get that away from me.” He said as he ate the piece he swiped.

“Babe, you’re not even a Merc anymore, why does it matter?” She asked, cocking her head.

Wesker chuckled softly at his son, smoothing out his hair and pulling off his trenchcoat as it was getting hot in the restaurant.

“She’s right, you stay at home all day playing video games with your girlfriend.” Wesker added.

Jake waved his finger in the air, “Ah-I got to maintain a rep.” “Wait--what reputation. You roasting me all day, or you losing in Mortal Kombat?” Both hands of the ginger held the table, his head tilting. “Oh...you want some more pip squeak?” “You guys, no that’ll ruin the trip dudes.” Chrys said, taking Jake’s hand and leaning against him, nuzzling into the nape of his neck. “Calm down Jakey.”

Jake sighed then nodded, “alright-later. You-me, later.” Max just stared at the male sitting across from her, then mumbled. “ I don’t wanna see you later. Simp” He blinked then looked over to the blue haired companion. Needing help on this one. “The hell is a simp?” He asked, these newer lingo and slang not coming to him. Barely understanding 80’s lingo.

“You’re nice to me for sex.” She explained, giggling. “That’s a Simp.”

“Oof.” The brunette said quietly sliding in her seat ever so slightly, not wanting to look improper next to the sophisticated man beside her. “I-what--I’m not nice cause-a That..babe-no- what. Fuck you I’m not this shrimp.” “Simp” “Whatever midget.”

Wesker pulled the brunette closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Calm down kids.” He said, sipping his wine. “Why is Chrys the only well behaved one out of all of you?” Chrys grinned, giving finger guns. “Trauma, baby.”

“Gotta whip yours into shape, that's on your end blondie.” He scoffed, taking a drink of his glass of wine.

“At least I’m not ginger.” Wesker smirked, reaching a hand out to ruffle what little hair the “merc” had.

“Sounds painful.” The brunette commented, on the remark, then sat quietly in thought, shaking her head. “You and ginger hair...No offense but--no sir, please no.” She mumbled, staring at the blonde.

Wesker just laughed, like a genuine happy laugh at that comment and kissed the girl’s forehead. “Precious.” was all he said. “You’re precious.”

Chrys just smiled at the two, humming.

The waitress came over, handing the bill to Wesker who put three one hundred dollar bills onto the check-book and handed it back with a smile.

Max stared wide eyed at the money she saw then back at the male beside her. “That--was a lot, oh dear.” She said softly, then immediately added. “I’ll pay that back somehow oh geez--three hundred for some spaghetti….aaa…” Jake was shaking his head. “That was three dollars, at most.” he snickered as he swayed a bit, taking another sip from the glass, having asked for a refill when the blonde was in the restroom earlier. The rougher looking male not used to alcohol in his system, even though his appearance would say otherwise. “Geez, how did grapes get this good, fuck juicy juice. That stuff is shit.” He mumbled as he eyed the contents of his glass. “Please say that's not me when I’m tipsy, the most I did was asked if Charlie Sheen was my uncle…” The brunette questioned.

Chrys just took the wine from Jake and kissed his lips chastley. “That’s enough for you hun.” She laughed softly.

Wesker nodded in agreement.

“Wha--babe that's mine...Tha--that’s mine.” He whined, staring at the drink that was once in his hand, now in his significant other’s grasp. “Oh dear.” Was all that Max uttered. Watching the drunk complain.

Chrys just chugged the rest of it, which was almost a full glass. “Now it’s mine.” She hummed, smirking cutely. “Sorry, thems the rules.”

Wesker sighed as the lady brought the bill. “Alright kids, let’s ride.”

“You're not Vin Diesel you bitch.” Jake scoffed, wiggling out from the booth, barely able to stand upright. How two glasses of grapes made him this drunk was incredible. Max stood beside her partner, watching the taller ginger, sway. Until he snagged the keys from the blonde. “Fuck-ya I’m Vin Diesel, see this head” He laughed, rubbing the fuzz on his dome. “ This is Diesel.” He swayed, until Max swiped the keys away once more. Causing the male to pout. “What--No..I wanna drive. That...I drive bikes man.”

Chrys panicked until her friend grabbed the keys from her drunk boyfriend, sighing in relief. “Jake baby, you’re wasted. On one and a quarter glasses of wine.” She commented. “No driving right now..I’ll be sad..” She pouted cutely.

Wesker rolled his eyes as he held Max’s hand, his fingers again rubbing the knuckles of her hand as they all started walking to the Yellow Porsche, it was around 8pm now, night had befallen the area as the glow of the streetlamps poured out small patches of light.

Jake swayed while walking, eyeing the Porsche. “This shit ugly.” He slurred out, pointing at the expensive vehicle. Max shook her head with a laugh then glanced over to the blue haired companion. “Psst….Not to be a rude being, but--He’s a drunk ass…” Jake turned his head then exclaimed, “My ass is fine!”

Chrysanthemum just laughed softly at Jake’s and Max’s comments. “Your ass is fine, and yes I am aware, this is why he’s not allowed to drink.” She said, playing with the male’s fuzzy head. “Jake, get in the car please.” Chrys said and pushed him inside.

Wesker groaned in annoyance. “I wanna go to bed.”

“Its only 8--aw ok. You can sleep,” Max said quietly as she sat in the passenger seat, Jack sat beside the brunette, while nuzzling against his partner. Humming like a car. “ I wanna drive~ I’m in a car~” He sang drunkenly while hugging his significant other. Max turned her head slowly. Watching the duo in the back. Her brows furrowed and holding back a laugh, then looked over to the blonde. “I’m thankful I don’t drink more than a sip--even though it could be amusing from what I'm seeing.” “I’m in a car~!” Jake sang, while making car noises, his one hand waving in the air as if steering the vehicle that was still parked. “Yo’ babe. Lets--lets get turnt tonight!” He snickered to himself as his head further nuzzled into her neck. “Am on a shoulder~”

Chrys’s face turned a bright red at the usually affection withholding male, he was an extremely affectionate and silly drunk, the absolute opposite of his normal attitude.

“Y-You’re already ‘turnt’ enough darling.” The bluette said softly, kissing his forehead, looking at Wesker in the rearview mirror, pleading for help.

“This isn’t my issue Chrys.” He said, smirking. “Have fun with him.” He cooed, starting the car and looking to Max. “I feel bad for her, but not bad enough to help.” He grinned.

Max tried to stifle a laugh then looked back over. “How---how does one help with drunken Jake?” she asked looking to her friend, while Jake held her tightly. Singing the song from Lion King. “Can you feel~ The Love tonight~ Yo’ Yo’ Dad! Fuck Scar, that you!” “Scar...The lion? Or…” “The midget knows! I Know my dad is a Scar the lion! Long live my ass!” Jake whined out. Burying his face in the crook of Chrys’ neck. While his hands played with hers “You’re a lion now?” Max asked, looking to the blonde driving.

“Apparently.” Was all the blonde said on that subject, sighing. “He’s limited to one glass of wine from now on.” Wesker said, parking the car.

Chrys’s face was a neon red, an obvious glow to her cheeks rose as the male was affectionate to her, he was never ever like this. “J-Jake..” She mumbled out, biting her lip.

Wesker just chuckled. “She’s as red as a tomato over there. Pure.” He said, opening the car door for Max, holding his hand out for her to take.

She thanked her partner, taking his hand as she was hoisted from the seat. Standing beside the blonde. While watching the back door slowly open. Jake sliding from the seat an ever so small. “Wee” Coming from the male. As he emerged from the vehicle onto the concrete leading to the mansion. Once his bottom connected to the ground he rolled over, eventually standing up. “I...am free.” He said, with all seriousness, until a giggle came from him. “I’m scared now.” Was all that Max said, staring at the merc in the dim lighting. The front door light and car lights illuminating the group. “Be afraid pipsqueak, I...am...SIMBA!” He roared and broke into a sprint for the front door, a sudden thud erupting. “Yo...who locked this door. It hit me.” He whined, rubbing his face.

Chrys walked out of the car and up behind him, unlocking the door and helping the shit-faced merc up. “You’re a disaster..” She sighed.

“So….Uh….Next dinner date-somewhere that doesn’t serve the 21 and over juice.” Max said softly, watching the drunk at the front door with his other half. Somehow going on about being Aladdin. “Yo-yo--how does genie get so blue, it's like your hair….” He said, his head returning to the shoulder of his partner.

Chrys’s cheeks lit up even redder as she helped the male into the mansion, sighing exhaustively and taking him to bed.

Wesker sighed as he led Max into the house, picking the girl up bridal style and carrying her up the stairs.

#long post #long #selfship

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alonelysimp · 3 years

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❧ Basic info

I'm Dango!! (i usually anon under 🍡)

Nonbinary (he/they/xe) I'm testing out pog/poggers, perhaps its a joke, perhaps i actually like it

Agender (grey)Aro Ace gang (Neptunian but I use Agender for simplicity)

I'm an INTP, 549, sp/so, chaotic neutral, Slytherin (leaning Ravenclaw), and Phlegmatic-choleric, and RCUAI

Minor, idm platonic flirting as long as you're a minor too (I will not be initiating though <3)

❧ Other

I use some tone tags* (scroll down, I'll list them at the end)

I have tourettes !! I hate it !! (/lh)

❧ Likes

Genshin

Anything in theoretical physics relating to wormholes, the 5th to 11th dimensions, M theory, time travel, etc etc

Chem (not helping with chem hw tho <3)

Pokemon (gen 1 is my favorite)

Anime (fav genres are seinen, psych horror, and romance/comedy slice of life (shounen, mecha, and vampire don't usually do it for me but I'll give anything a shot))

Otomes (Ikemen series, The Arcana, Obey Me!) but ive barely played any since mid 2019/launch of ikevamp so my memory is a bit fuzzy

Drawing/Writing, its a love hate thing

Figure skating, yes i started bc of yoi

Kaomojis

❧ Dislikes

Indirectness (please please please if i did something wrong, tell me and be blunt about it, dw about it being too blunt)

Exclusionists (I will not be debating this, if you're an exclusionist get off my page rn)

Cringe culture

Feta cheese

Mechanical pencils breaking on me

❧ Fun Facts

Albedo and Sucrose kinnie** (I'll list the rest ig)

If you know what time zone, I'm in no u don't its 4am and I'm making tortellini (my sleep schedule matches that of "normal" in AEDT/EST Australia, I use/post in EST/EDT since its arguably the most popular in America)

if you make a vine reference I will marry u on the spot /p

there's a good chance I've seen an anime even if it isn't listed on my carrd, but whether or not I remember much of it is a completely different story

I've been rping as Barbara for... months now. Originally, it was on my Barbara main genshin acct but... she's my rp character of choice now ;;

❧ Spotify stats

my top artists according to Spotify <3

Yu-Peng Chen BABYMETAL ヨルシカ / Yorushika Reol BAND-MAID LADYBABY Maretu Araki The Longest Johns Moe Shop

Top Genres

Idol Rock / Kawaii Metal Pop / Indie pop / Post-teen pop Shanty Vocaloid Otacore J-pop / J-pixie

Top Tracks

Lobby Music (Kahoot) Snow-Buried Tales (Yu-Peng Chen) Envy Baby (Raon Lee) L'arrivo Della Signora (Yu-Peng Chen) Never Coming Back (Evan Call)

❧ Simp List

Tartaglia/Childe Ayaka Signora Xinyan Amber *Childe is the only one i self ship tho <3

❧ Other Accts

Art blog is @dango-ylan (same stuff as on my ig)

Shitposts and the like @grass-cant-save-me

Instagram is your.local.astronomy.nerd

uh my carrd is here !! [ x ]

❧ Tone tags

(ones i need are marked since I listed all I might use on this blog, I usually assume /j)

Full list here [ x ] (not mine)

/j - joking

/hj - half joking

/nsrs - not serious

/srs - serious *

/s - sarcastic

/gen - genuine *

/nm - not mad

/lu - little upset *

/lh - lighthearted

/nbh - nobody here

/rh (or /rt) - rhetorical *

/t - teasing

/ref - reference

/ij - inside joke

/c - copypasta

/p - platonic

/r - romantic

/sx - sexual intent

/nsx - non-sexual intent

/pos - positive connotation *

/neg - negative connotation *

/neu - neutral connotation

please be respectful and don't use the incorrect tag on purpose "as a joke" to confuse people

❧ Kin list

(vaguely in order from most to least)

Albedo

Sucrose

Varian (t:ts/rta)

Pidge (vld)

Alice (genshin)

Kaeya

Kenma (hq)

Traveler (genshin, specifically Lumine)

Zhongli

Saiki (Saiki k)

Killua (hxh)

Gorou

Hange (aot)

Migi (Parasyte)

Yuri Plisetsky (yoi)

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#masterlist

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jenomark · 5 years

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Table For Three

○Pairing: Johnny x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: X ○Genre: smut ○Warnings: sex ○Word count: 3,436

→Summary: You agree to a blind date with a single dad named Johnny. The date goes better than expected, and you end the night doing something you don’t usually do on the first date.

→Notes: ✨Anon Requested✨Do single dad Johnny smut, please? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

○ That gif is SO HOT. Okay bye.

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Dating apps don’t work out. The boy is emotionally unavailable. The boy doesn’t know how to communicate well. He tells you that you’re the only one but there’s girl, after girl, after girl, and he’s always swiping right. You were getting ready to give up on dating itself, but your friends set you up on a blind date with someone they promised would make you ditch those apps, once and for all.

“He’s handsome. He has his own career. His apartment is in a nice part of the city. He’s really kind. He’s pretty much perfect. If I were single, I would date him,” your friend said. “There is just one little thing, though.”

“Thing?” you asked. “What kind of thing are we talking about here? Big? Small? Is he a cheater? Does he have a sixth toe? Is he a serial killer that makes paper mache projects out of dead peoples skin?”

“Whoa. Calm down,” she laughed. “It’s not that bad of a thing. He’s just, well, he’s a dad.”

“A dad?”

“Yes, as in he had sex with someone else and they produced a wonderful child together. He raises the child and he even gave it a name. “ she joked.

“ Yes. I know what a child is.”

You had never dated anyone with a kid before. There had been men who acted like kids. Men who threw temper tantrums and shit their pants when drunk, but never a man with an actual child. There was something about the word dad that catapulted you into a land of panic and terror.

“How old is he?”

“He’s twenty-eight.”

“No, not him. The child.”

“Oh,” she said. “I don’t actually know. Toddler-aged? Is that a problem?”

“ I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

You were young yourself. Your career was barely taking off, you still lived with your parents, and spent way too much of your time invested in the lives of people on television. You didn’t quite feel like an adult, or someone else’s idea of an adult. You didn’t even know the difference between regular hand towels and fancy hand towels.

“What if I’m not what he wants?” you asked. “I’m nobody’s mother.”

“You could be his,” she said. “You never know, he might have a mommy kink or something.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” she said. “Look, don’t overthink things. He knows about you. We’ve all been putting in a really good word for you. He’s okay with it.”

You looked down at yourself. There was a spaghetti stain on the sleeve of your jacket. You picked at it with your fingers, and looked back up at your friend.

“When do I get to meet him?”

That conversation was a few days ago. Now, you are working up the courage to open your front door. You check out your reflection in the hall mirror a few moments too long, tying up loose strands of hair, and making sure you don’t have stains anywhere. You look fine, pretty even. You take a deep breath and open your front door to see a very tall man standing there with flowers in his hand.

Rewind to a few minutes ago and you were stalking him on social media. He was terribly handsome, like your friends said. He was almost too good to be true. His profile was full of photos of himself in different countries, always posing with a smile, an optimistic caption lining the bottom. You kept waiting for him to cancel on you and tell you he had changed his mind, that he was contemplating asking out the leggy model instead of you. That would have made more sense.

“Hi,” he said, smiling down at you. “I’m Johnny. John, if you want to be formal.”

Johnny sticks out his hand for you to shake. His hand is so big and warm in yours. You wonder if he can feel the way you tremble. He gives you the bouquet of flowers. You run inside to put them in a vase. You would have invited him inside, but you were too embarrassed about living with your parents, so you don’t. You don’t want to be this insecure right out the gate, but you can’t help but feel unevenly matched. When he walks you to his car, he holds the door open for you.

“How am I doing so far?” Johnny asks. “I’m nervous.”

“You’re doing good,” you answer. “I’m just not used to the chivalry.”

“I think your expectations might be a little low.” he said.

The smile he gives you is megawatt. You can’t stop gawking at how attractive he is. He looks so cozy in his warm blue sweater and jeans.You fight the urge to kiss him right then and there.

“I’m taking us to this really cool spot. I think you’ll like it,” he said. “The view is amazing. Food is pretty good, too.”

“Do you take many dates there?”

“Me?” he asked. “No. Actually, a friend of mine told me about it. He said the restaurant has many magazine articles dedicated to it. I don’t date much. Do you?”

“I get around.”

At that, Johnny laughs. You blush and tell him you didn’t mean it like that. Although, it is sort of true, you thought. You’ve become a serial dater, signing up to many apps in hopes of finding some kind of romantic balance in your life. Nothing has ever panned out.

“Is that so?” he asked.

“It’s been an experience.”

Though a little self-conscious, you feel more relaxed with him than you thought you would be. There’s a vibe to him that makes everything a little easier. You can imagine yourself telling him things that aren’t necessarily first date material.

When you arrive at the restaurant, Johnny is right. You do like it. Everything looks upscale and different from your usual taste. You feel a little bit like a child sitting at the adults table, but also a little bit like you belong. The woman at the front podium is dressed smartly, her outfit matching the very woodsy and ethereal aesthetic of the place. You let her lead both of you to a private booth, with a view overlooking the lights of the city as the backdrop.

“This is nice.” Johnny said, pulling out your chair.

It feels romantic. Johnny orders wine and appetizers. While you are waiting for food, he asks you about your life, with genuine interest. You recount every single awful dating story you have experienced over the last year, and although some wounds are still fresh, you find that you can laugh about it with him.

“That’s brutal,” he said. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you backed out last minute.”

“I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nod. “You seem nice.”

“I like to think I am.”

Johnny’s eyes are bright. He touches his hand to his heart and gives you a little bow. The gesture makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You aren’t sure if the feeling is from the dim lighting, or the wine, but you feel like you are floating.

“How do I seem?” you asked him.

“Honestly? Very sweet. “

“I don’t think I am sweet.” you said.

“Are you sure? I think you’ve very sweet.”

“Maybe, but enough about me,” you said. “I want to know more about you. How come you’re dating now? What’s changed?”

Johnny takes a moment to think about his answer. He places his hands under his chin and clears his throat. You let him take his time, thinking that maybe things are more complicated for him than they are for you.

“I wanted to work things out with my son’s mother.” Johnny finally said. “That seems insipid now that I said it out loud.”

The mention of Johnny’s child brings about a different kind of feeling. You are curious, definitely, but until then, you had forgotten about the kid entirely. You expected Johnny’s social media to be full of pictures of a snotty-nosed kid, but there weren’t many, to your relief. It’s not that you are against children at all. You were always playing with your nieces and nephews whenever they were around. It’s just that, children never came into the equation. You were happy just bobbing through your life, fucking up a little here and there, with no one to take care of but yourself.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

“Ah, don’t be,” Johnny said. “She and I are two different people. The only thing we ever did right is make our son. I don’t have any hard feelings about how things worked out. I’m happy to be on this date with you.”

You want Johnny to say more, to smile at you more, and to explain, in vivid detail, just how happy he feels to be sitting across from you, but you are interrupted. Your appetizers have come and they are in the hands of a completely nude and muscular man. You look down at the waiters cock swinging inches from where your hand rests on the table. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register what is happening. You look at Johnny, your eyes wide, and a laugh bubbling against your lips.

“I’m going to kill him.” Johnny said.

The both of you figure out soon enough that Johnny’s friend had recommended a restaurant where the wait staff served meals, nude. It had been in the papers because of how controversial the gimmick is.

“Good thing I didn’t order the meatballs,” Johnny said, after the waiter had left.

You laugh so hard that you snort. You clap a hand to your mouth and try to regain your composure. Johnny’s grin is so wide, you can’t contain yourself. You both double over with laughter, clutching your stomachs in pain.

“I was not expecting that,” you said. “ His balls were so close to my hand. That can’t be hygienic.”

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Johnny asked. “I wouldn’t be offended if you decided to end the date with me right now.”

“And miss witnessing his dick dipping into my tortellini? Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” you said. “Also, I like you, Johnny.”

You like Johnny more than you wanted to. Going into the date, you read online articles about what dating a single dad might be like, but nothing can compare you to the real thing. Johnny is just a man who also happens to be a father. There would be obstacles and differences down the road, if you wanted to pursue him further, but right now you are having fun getting to know him for who he is.

“I like you too.” Johnny said.

The night moves fast. You talk for what feels like hours, letting the wine and conversation soak into your skin. He answers any questions you have, with a lot of honesty and sincerity. You tell Johnny things about yourself you are scared to admit to anyone else, and he accepts them without judgement. It is easy conversation, and although Johnny’s cock is not on the menu, you certainly want it to be.

On the ride home, you feel like your body is buzzing beside him. You’ve never slept with anyone on the first date. All of your dates ended with disappointment, or a sloppy kiss. The look you exchange with Johnny is clear: you want to be fucked. The car had hardly come to a stop when he reaches over to undo your seat belt, and places a kiss gently on your lips. He’s a good kisser, taking his time to go slow enough to keep you wanting more.

“I want you right now.” you breathed.

Johnny gets out of the car and opens your door like a true gentleman. You hop right into his arms and kiss him deeper, your hands gripping the back of his neck. He sets you on the hood of his car and holds his hands in yours. Neither of you care that you’re in a public space- in his parking garage- and that anyone can come out and see you groping at each other. You’re so wet and needy, locking your legs around him, lifting his shirt up so you can scratch down his back.

“Fuck.“ he cursed.

He pulls away from you and smiles shyly. He tells you that he doesn’t do these things, either. You spread your legs and arch your back, sticking your breasts out. You want his mouth all over you, and you want to feel what those big fingers could do. You hope the message is well received.

“It’s been a long time,” he said. “With anyone, I mean. I haven’t...I’m not….”

You jump off the hood and hug him tightly to your body. Johnny leans down to kiss you, but this time it is sweet and timid.

“We’ll go slow.” you said.

Johnny holds your hand as he leads you to his apartment, stopping every once in awhile to make sure you are comfortable. He says he needs to excuse the babysitter before you can start. When you meet her, you see she isn’t that much younger than you. She seems bored by the idea of you, and ignores you for the most part. Johnny pays her and she leaves.

“My ex’s niece.” Johnny said.

“That was awkward.”

“My normal babysitter backed out last minute.”

“You could have cancelled. I would have understood, I think.” you said.

“I’m happy I didn’t.”

As he kisses you, you find yourself looking around for any sign of a child in his apartment. You don't want to scar a poor child by being caught sticking your tongue in their fathers mouth. Johnny notices, and smiles against your lips.

“It’s okay,” Johnny said. “He’s sleeping. “We’re pretty much alone. Do you still want to?”

“Show me the way.” you said.

Johnny’s bedroom is plain and casual. Everything is clean and well-kept. Children’s books are on the bed, but Johnny moves them to a chair by the window. He sits in the same spot and rubs his hands up and down his thighs. He’s nervous.

“You look pretty.” he said.

You climb on top of him without missing a beat and push him down into his mattress. You grind yourself against him. Johnny is so horny and impatient. He grabs a handful of your ass and helps you rub yourself over him until he’s hard. He flips you over so that he’s on top and pins your arms to the bed. You writhe your body beneath him, moving your hips upwards just to feel how hard he is for you. He kisses your neck, sucking at the skin until you’re breathing heavy. Though he hasn’t had sex in awhile, Johnny knows exactly how to touch you to make you feel good. He moves his hand up under your shirt to cup your breast. He moves your bra out of the way and takes you into his mouth. You fall quiet as you watch his tongue flick against your nipple. His mouth is so warm against your skin as his lips suck your breast. Not being able to help yourself any longer, you pull his sweater over his head and let your hands stroke his body. You move back onto his bed so that his head is in your lap. He buries his face in your crotch and kisses the zipper of your jeans.

“Take them off.” you whined.

Johnny yanks them off your hips so hard that your underwear goes with them. You remove your shirt and the rest of your bra so that you are naked, your legs spread wide on his bed. He stands up and takes his jeans off, moving to the closet at the same time, stepping out of his jeans as he goes. He takes a box from the top shelf and pulls a condom out. He pauses momentarily to watch as you play with yourself, circling your clit with two fingers.

“Come here,” you said, crooking your finger at him.

Johnny moves to the edge of his bed. You take the condom out of his hands and sit up on your knees. You motion for him to lay in your spot and he does, his cock bouncing as he moves. You set the condom down next to you and take Johnny’s cock in your hands. He doesn’t watch as your hands pump up and down his length. He can only look into your eyes. He brushes the messy pieces of hair behind your ear and parts his lips as your thumb strokes the underside of his cock.

“Does it feel good?” you asked.

“Yes.”

You put him in your mouth. Sucking cock is always your favorite part. You love when they grunt and moan, jerking their hips upwards to go deeper. Johnny is vocal. The sound of him makes you want to take him into the back of your throat until you choke. You lick him up and down, taking turns to fuck him with your hands so that you can get a better look at how he sucks his stomach in as he breathes. You feel how slick and wet you are, dipping your fingers between your thighs. At the sight of you touching yourself, Johnny’s moans become louder.

“Wait only a little longer, baby, I promise.” you said.

Johnny leans his head against the wall and looks up at the ceiling when you let go of his cock. You remove the condom from its foil packet, pinch the tip and roll it down his cock. About midway through, he helps you finish, and then grabs your hands to pull you on top of him.

“Second date?” he asked.

“Fuck yes.”

His cock is big and hard. You have to slowly lower yourself down onto him, taking only an inch at a time. When all of him is in you, the full feeling is overwhelming. You ride him steadily, letting your body roll over the wave. He holds onto you, eager for release. The sound of your sweaty bodies sticking to each other fills the room.

“Wait.” Johnny said. He grips your hips to stop you from moving.

“Is everything okay?”

Johnny’s cock sitting inside of you makes you desperately want to keep moving. He listens to the sounds of his apartment intently, cocking his head to the side as if it will make him hear better.

“My son.” he said.

You move off of him and sit back on his bed. Johnny gets up, takes the condom off and throws it in the trash. He dresses hastily and washes his hands in his bathroom sink. You began to do the same, throwing your clothes over your body, not caring if anything is on inside out. He disappears from the room, leaving you alone. You hover in the doorway. You’re not really sure if you should involve yourself until Johnny comes from a different room with a child in his arms.

“He had a bad dream,” Johnny said. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

He rubs the child’s back and puts him on top of the kitchen counter. The kid’s eyes are wet with tears. He cries out for his father again but Johnny consoles him, whispering something in his ear to make him giggle. The interaction is so sweet you feel like you’re intruding on a moment that does not belong to you.

“Should I go?” you asked.

Johnny looks at you and tells you he would like it if you stay. You move a little closer. Johnny’s son looks just like him: same shy smile, same warm brown eyes. He’s watching you with interest as you move, so you stop awkwardly.

“What’s his name?” you asked, realizing that you should have asked earlier.

“His name is John, but I call him Junior,” Johnny said. “He’s two years old and he is the light of my life. You can come closer, he won’t bite.”

You came fully to the front so Junior could see you. You wave at him and smile as friendly as you can. It’s not easy but it’s manageable.

“I’m sorry the night was ruined,” Johnny said. “Do you still want a second date?”

“I do.” you said.

Junior smiles at you and touches Johnny’s face. Johnny lays a kiss on his forehead and picks him up.

“Ready to be a big boy and go back to sleep now?”

You watch as Johnny carries his son back to his bedroom. Surprising yourself, you start to feel a little bloom of warmth spreading across your chest.

#johnny seo #johnny smut #nct smut #nct #nct fanfiction #johnny seo fanfiction #i never have any idea what to tag #i always want to write more than what i write but if i fully fleshed out a story it would be way too long and I don't have time for all of t #but just know that i wouldn't mind eventually exploring single dad johnny from a different angle again #(but like in the future not now )

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