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facefullofsadness · 2 months

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Can I request reader eating hanni out like the same thing you did with the Sakura fic

precious baby hanni I love her sm 😩

content - highschool!au, smut (virginity taking/first time, cunnilingus, gagging *not throwing up but stuffing the mouth to suppress sounds*), fluffy

wc - 1492

a/n - I have a gf!hanni hc that she calls her s/o darling with her sweet lil aussie accent and that her s/o loves calling her honey bc well, hanni!

hanni is suchhh a high school sweetheart.

I think it's a cliché heartthrob, oblivious, teen love story where you two became best friends overtime after meeting each other in class on the first day, your seating arrangement forcing you to talk to each other. and the more you got to know her, the more you started to fall. her smile, her aura, her personality, her voice, her talent, everything attracted you to her.

and she's sooo in the same boat with you. she lights up at the mention of your name, perks up when she sees you from across the room, runs after you and suffocates you in an adorable embrace. everyone around you two roll their eyes because neither of you can see how fucking in love the other is, too scared of rejection. so expect groans and "finally!"s to come out of your friends' mouths when you guys get together (minji and haerin were sick and tired, but dani and hyein were fangirling).

it took some time to build up to anything sex related. you both were young and inexperienced virgins, being each other's first kiss and everything, and even that was really hard and awkward to get over. even just talking about it made hanni's cheeks flush red, and you would just nervously laugh (how insufferably adorable hmph). BUT, being young also meant being unbelievably hormonal and horny, so eventually, when it got too much to handle, you made the first move.

a sleepover at hanni's. you and all of your guys' friends having a cute lil girls' night filled with games, movies, and snacks! you and your girlfriend cuddling on the couch as the night goes on and each girl knocks out one by one, dragging themselves upstairs to sleep in the guest bedrooms, leaving you and hanni left in the living room. a random chick flick plays on the screen as you pull her even further into you, nestling your face into her neck and planting kisses.

she squirms slightly in your grasp and giggles at your actions, lacing her fingers through your hair with one hand, another hand gripping your thigh beside her.

"darling, that tickles! what are you doing?" she questions.

"hanni... I don't know how much longer I wanna beat around the bush with this," you mumble against her skin, your eyes closed and your hands slipping under her tank top.

you feel her stiffen slightly in your hold, making you stop your kisses. she knows what you're talking about, but she panics slightly at the thought.

"darling, I don't know... they're just upstairs," hanni states hesitantly.

"I know honey, but just be quiet for me? yeah? can you do that?" you whisper sweetly.

her face looks distressed when you look up at her, wanting to say yes but too scared to go through with it. you pull away slowly, accepting her silence as a rejection like the respectful girlfriend you are, but she pulls your arm back, burying her face into your shoulder and mumbling.

"okay..."

you smile and kiss the top of her head, "we don't have to do it if you don't want to, my love."

"I want to!" she expresses a little too loud before lowering her voice again, "I want to, I'm just nervous."

you hold her face in your hands and place a soft peck on her lips, "It's okay, I am too. we'll learn together, right?"

she nods and grins slightly, leaning in to start making out with you, her hands in your hair pulling you into her. you reciprocate her needy kiss and push her backward to lay on the couch. your lips travel down her jaw to her neck, kisses gentle but passionate, leaving marks in discrete places, hanni biting her lip to suppress her whines.

you whisper into her ear, "turn the volume up."

she nods and reaches for the remote, increasing the sound of the movie on the tv, immediately releasing a small whimper when she feels your thumbs around her nipples. you travel down and undo her shorts with your mouth, sliding both articles of clothing off of her legs.

"we're gonna have to be quick if we don't wanna get caught, okay?" you tell her.

her eyes plead with you to keep going, but she responds anyway, "okay, that's fine. what about you?"

how sweet, always thinking about her gf.

you smile back, pecking her lips, "maybe next time, it is YOUR sleepover after all."

she rolls her eyes and pushes you back, giggling, "stupid."

you return back to before, sliding down her body and pushing her legs apart gently, your hands caressing her thighs. you look up at her for approval and she nods her head at you, anticipating your next move. so you move in, tongue swiping against her puffy pussy. you hear her breath hitch as the wet muscle between hanni's legs twirled and licked at her clit and cunt, clutching your wrists in pleasure.

"does that feel good?" you gasp out against her pussy lips.

"mmf, fuck, yes darling, feels s-so good..." she pants, your tongue going back to work.

she tries to bite down on one of her hands to suppress how good your mouth feels around her, your lips sucking at your clit while your tongue flicks at it, sometimes going and repeating the action to her entrance, your tongue darting inside and massaging inside her walls. but the pleasure was just too much, she couldn't stay quiet.

suddenly, you pull away and pick up her panties from the floor. hanni panics and worries that you stopped because she was being too loud, resulting in you making her get dressed again. but before she could speak up and apologize for her volume, you ball up her underwear and stuff it in her mouth, making her whimper when you do.

you kiss her cheek and look into her eyes, locking your gaze with her wide one, "you need to be quiet for me hon, be a good girl for me."

she gulps and you can see the lump travel down her throat before she nods and grips the material of your clothes on your shoulders. you lower yourself against her entrance before drinking in her essence, coating your tongue and drinking it down. her grip on your clothes tightens and she bites down on her gag, clamping her eyes shut and panting into her underwear.

her hips are moving uncontrollably, her stomach twisting and turning with pleasure at this new feeling. of course she's masturbated before, but she's never felt this good. with you eating her out like a pro below her, she swears she could get addicted to the feeling of your mouth on her. and she feels so warm, you're so gentle with her and treating her with the utmost care, but giving it your all to make sure hanni feels fucking amazing, and she does.

even through the loud movie and her panties in her mouth, muffling her moans, you can hear her tiny whimpers escaping her throat with every stroke of your tongue. the way her hips jolt and her legs shake, her upper half squirming in your hold, you know you're doing good and you smile against her core.

with a final suck of her clit, you feel her body tremble, her back arches into you, and her nails sting as they dig into your shoulders through the material. you open your eyes to look up at your girlfriend as her head is thrown back against the armrest and eyes clamped shut, biting down on her underwear for dear life, you're scared she might hurt herself.

you stop your movements and lick gently against her pussy, helping her ride out the high, pulling away as soon as she jerks from overstimulation. crawling up to face her sweaty forehead and hazy eyes, taking her panties out of her mouth. her mouth hangs open as you feel her hot breath panting against your lips. you kiss her sweetly and smile against her.

"good?" you ask simply.

"really good," hanni replies, her blinks slow as she passes out on the couch.

you melt at how adorable she is, slipping back on her clothes onto her limp sleeping body before finding a blanket and draping it over the both of you, laying your head on her shoulder before drifting to sleep too.

the next morning, you're both awaken to loud groaning. you rub your eyes of exhaustion to find an angry minji.

"god guys, if you're gonna fuck, PLEASSSEEEEE let me NOT be here," she huffs, pouting in her pajamas and plopping down on the other sofa with a bowl of cereal.

"they were fucking? I'm never coming back to this house," haerin echoes in the kitchen while you blush, feeling your gf bury her face into your shoulder.

"I told you to be quiet," you whisper into her ear, making hanni hit your shoulder.

a/n - I LOVE HANNI SO MUCH MY BABY MY BABY MY GF MY SWEET POOKIE PIE I LOVE HER

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slut4thebroken · 5 months

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Dangerous Game

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Pairing | Judge Jonathan Crane x wife!reader

Summary | You remind your husband who he belongs to.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, murder?, crazy in love, emphasis on crazy, breeding kink, overstimulation, praise, possessiveness, like a lot of it, they’re kinda cute tbh, feral animalistic carnal primal frenzied fucking lol.

Words | 3k

Notes | Thank you @pinguwrites for making this c.ai bot 🙏🏻

Ao3 link | <3

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“So what will it be?” Jon asked the cowering man in front of him. “Death? Or exile.” He pulled you closer to him as he spoke and you leaned into his ear with a smirk.

“Exile.” You whispered.

“Darling… don’t you think we should pick death here?” He whispered back, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your neck.

“I guess you’re right.” You sighed. Raising your voice a little louder, you said, “Death, then… By exile.” You had a cruel smirk on your face and your husband couldn’t help but mirror it.

“You heard her.” He called out to the man. “Death by exile.” He raised the gavel and brought it down on the desk loudly. You ignored the man’s screaming and protests as he was dragged away, then it was just the two of you in the courtroom. Jon leaned down into your neck to trail more kisses across it and you let out a pleased sigh.

“Shall we go home, Mrs. Crane?” He whispered softly, pulling back and giving you the smile that always fills your stomach with butterflies. He leaned down to kiss you, but the moment was ruined by a small cough. He huffed as he turned to see a pretty, young woman standing shyly by the doors of the courtroom, looking so terribly lost and afraid. But his annoyance was quickly replaced by fascination and intrigue.

As you watched your husband's reaction, you immediately got hit with a wave of angry jealousy. He picked up on your emotions, but it almost excited him. He wondered what you’d do… How the night might end because of it.

Jon looked at the young woman in front of him with an interested glance. Wanting to make her feel welcome in his presence, he raised his hand to get the woman’s attention, motioning for her to come closer.

“Hello, there!” He said in a friendly voice. “What brings you to see the judge?” You scowled at his tone, but waited before doing anything rash. He gave the young woman a smile as she inched closer. You didn’t like how he was talking to her; so gentle and inviting… And the smile on his face made your blood boil.

“I… I have a request for the judge.” The woman said, looking at him nervously. Jon waited a few seconds, taking in her appearance. When he finally responded, his voice was filled with a kindness that was rare for him, especially in his role as judge.

“Please… don’t hesitate to make your request.” He said softly. “You can trust me to do what is right.” It almost seemed like he was asking you to do something— like he was challenging you. Rationally, you knew he wasn’t. But he was playing a dangerous game with this.

“Uhm… I know this is really odd to ask,” she said with embarrassment, “but… do you think I could be exiled from Gotham?” Jonathan looked down at her in shock, his face twisting with confusion as he processed her request.

“Exiled?” He asked, brows scrunched together. The girl nodded her head quickly.

“You can exile me from this place. Forever…” She begged, almost in tears. “Please.” You perked up at the request, but Jon responded before you could say anything.

“Why would you want that?” He asked teasingly.

“I just… I feel like I really need to get out of this place, and I thought that might be a good option…” She said, another wave of embarrassment washing over her. At least she was too stupid for your husband. You almost couldn’t believe that she genuinely thought being exiled meant to leave safely. You stood up suddenly, making Jon stiffen as he wondered what you were about to do.

“You want to leave Gotham? You want to be free of this place forever?” You asked, taking your time as you approached.

“Yes, please.” She answered quietly. Jon looked between both of you as you began to circle the girl slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

“This isn’t necessary, darling.” He said calmly. “I don’t think exile is a suitable punishment. She should be able to leave freely.” He added. The woman looked up at him with pure awe as he spoke, wondering how the villain could be so kind.

“Oh no were not punishing her, Jon. She deserves a chance to escape, a chance to leave here and never come back.” His eyes narrowed, trying to figure out where you were going with this. Finally landing in front of the young woman, you spoke to her again. “Do you want that chance?” You asked softly.

“Yes, please!” She said quickly. Jon eyed you with apprehension, wondering what you meant. It sounded like you had something planned, he just didn’t know what.

“Okay.” You said tenderly as you brought both of your hands up to cup the girl's cheeks. “We’ll help you. You can leave this place and never return.” You said with a warm smile.

“Thank you! Oh thank you.” She cried, tears brimming in her eyes.

“Don’t thank me. This is all because of him.” You smirked, glancing over your shoulder at Jon.

Before either of them had a chance to respond, you were tightening your grip on the girl’s head, then quickly forcing it to the side. There was a loud, deafening cracking sound, then she dropped to the floor at your feet. Jon stared down at the lifeless body in shock for a moment, but his expression quickly darkened as he looked at you, then made his way over.

“What did you do?” He hissed, glancing at the dead body on the floor before looking at you again, waiting for an answer.

“You’re mine, Jonathan Crane. Don’t forget that.” You warned. He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, then a dangerous smile creeped up on his face when he remembered who he was talking to; Mrs. Crane.

“Yes, I’m yours.” He whispered, then wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss. You moaned in surprise, but quickly brought your hands up to his hair, pulling roughly as if you were still punishing him. He groaned against your lips and snaked the hand on the back of your neck up to your hair, pulling just as hard as you had. As the desire grew, so did the passion and hunger. The kiss turned almost violent and within seconds you had him on the floor underneath you.

You quickly pulled away from the kiss to rip your shirt off, then leaned back down and immediately continued. Jon’s hands roamed your body, sliding up from your hips to your waist and groping you wherever he could reach. With a grunt of effort, he rolled both of you over so he was on top and tore off his coat and tie as you started working on unbuttoning his shirt. After only a few seconds, you got too impatient and ripped it open, then pushed it down his shoulders to get it off of him.

You removed his glasses, tossing them onto the growing pile of clothes, and he quickly ripped your bra off your body before leaning back down to continue the kiss. Your nails dragged over his back, making him groan, and he used one hand to pinch and pull at your nipple while the other wrapped around your neck, squeezing tightly. You locked your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, silently telling him to start giving both of you a small taste of what’s to come. He obeyed eagerly and started rutting against you, dragging his clothed cock over your clothed heat until your hips started rocking up to meet him.

You can’t even remember the last time you’ve had sex like this— so… animalistic. He humped you desperately, not even faltering when you reached your hands down between your bodies to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. Once that was done, you unbuttoned your own pants and started shoving them down. Even though he seemed to want to keep this up, he clearly wanted to fuck you more because he pulled back, grunting with displeasure, to let you push your pants and underwear down as he took off your shoes. He quickly freed his already hard cock and only stroked it twice before lining up.

“Say it again.” He gruffed, teasing your entrance. “Say I’m yours.”

“You’re mine, Jonathan.” You growled and he immediately pushed in. He leaned back over you, muffling your moan with a kiss. You obviously weren’t prepped enough to take his cock yet, but the faint burning sensation was almost fitting for the kind of sex you were having. He pushed all the way in, then stopped as he moved down to your neck to kiss and bite the sensitive skin. Your hands carded through his hair before gripping tightly and bucking your hips up with a whine. “Fuck me.” You said it like a demand, but both of you knew it was a plea. He didn’t bother arguing though.

He slowly pulled back, then snapped his hips forward roughly, making you jolt as a startled moan escaped you. Moving one of your hands to his shoulders, you dragged your nails down his back and arched up into him, whimpering as he maintained the slow, but hard thrusts. He hissed in pain from your sharp nails, but bit down on your neck in retaliation, making you cry out. Deciding to speed up, his pace turned almost brutal, but you loved every second of it as he took you on the floor of his courtroom, inches away from the dead body.

“Fuck— Jon…” You moaned, making him pull back to look at you. The moment he saw how fucked out you already were, his expression darkened. His pace became more aggressive and rapid until you were mewling, clawing at his back as your lips parted in a silent moan and your brows stayed scrunched together, barely able to handle the intensity of the pleasure.

“God— I love you.” Despite his almost violent movements, his eyes were full of love and his voice was tender. He leaned down to kiss you again and you moaned loudly in response to his words.

With the way he was leaned over you like this, pressed so close, you felt trapped. There was nowhere for you to go— you would be forced to take his cock whether you wanted to or not. The thought had you whining and squirming, so you used your grip on his hair to pull him away from the kiss.

“Make me come.” You whispered, staring up at him with half lidded eyes. He cursed under his breath and gave you a small smirk before snaking a hand down to rub your clit. You were trembling now, arching up into him and holding him against your body. He knew you were close so he started fucking you harder and faster, ignoring his own orgasm that was steadily building.

“You take my cock so fucking good.” He whispered, making you whine. “Perfect fucking pussy and all mine.” He growled against your neck, breathing raggedly. “And I’m all yours, right, Mrs. Crane?” He said teasingly, but you mewled in response regardless.

“Mine.” You moaned, tilting your head back as your eyes fluttered shut. He started kissing across your neck, sometimes biting, sometimes sucking to leave a mark. “Mine… You’re mine.” You said firmly, feeling him smile against your neck.

“All yours, baby.” He whispered, moving up to kiss you again. You could feel yourself getting closer, especially when he bit your lip, then licked into your mouth, claiming every part of your body as his own. “Are you gonna come for me, darling?” He asked quietly, almost pleading with you to do so. You gave an eager nod, deepening the kiss again and keening desperately.

Your sounds got louder and louder, your body squirming from the unrelenting pleasure until finally it all snapped. You cried out and clung to his shoulders, keeping him close as he worked you through it. He moaned into the kiss at the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock.

“Good fucking girl.” He groaned, when you finally sagged into the floor of his courtroom, boneless and completely come drunk. He moved his hand up from your clit to wrap around your neck as his thrusts sped up even more, making you whine in discomfort.

“J-Jon…” you whimpered, eyes welling with tears, “s’too much.” He growled at your weak protests, tightening his grip on your neck.

“I’m not going to stop.” He almost laughed at the idea. “This cunt is mine and I’m going to use it until I'm satisfied.” You mewled at the possessiveness in his voice, but it quickly turned into a pained moan, the longer he kept using your sensitive body. Despite the overstimulation, you could feel the embers of arousal in your stomach coming back to life. You loved that he was desperate enough to keep fucking you even after you protested. You loved that every part of you belonged to him; body, mind, and soul.

He thrust into you with wild intensity, grunting and breathing heavily as he got closer and closer to his release. You weakly clawed at the hand squeezing your neck, but he was unmoving. Tears were brimming in your eyes now from the pleasurable pain, but that only fueled his hunger.

“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” He hissed, making you whine. “You went through all of this trouble,” his hand moved from your neck to roughly grip your jaw and turn your head to the side, giving you a perfect view of the dead body that started all of this, “so stop fucking whining and take it.” He growled. When he pulled your head back to face him, there was a grin on your face at the reminder of what you did.

“God you’re so fucking sick.” He muttered, but his tone was full of love and admiration. Leaning down quickly, he pressed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss and his hands eagerly ran over your body as he chased his orgasm. When he pulled back, far too soon, you let out a needy whine that went ignored by him. “Should I give you my come?” He cooed, mockingly, but you moaned anyway. “I gave you my ring, my last name… might as well give you my kid too, right?”

“Fuck… Jon, please-” You gasped out, feeling another orgasm building.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? Because I can give it to you, baby… All you have to do is ask.” He said teasingly, but the breathlessness in his voice betrayed his composure— he wanted this just as badly as you did.

“I want it.” You whined, making him chuckle at your lame attempt.

“Do better.”

“I,” You started, but cut off when his hand reached down for your clit again, making it infinitely harder to speak. “I- I want your come, Jon. Want your kid.” You choked out.

“You want me to fill you up? Stuff you full of my come, so deep that you’ll have no choice but to get knocked up?” You moaned loudly and nodded, unable to respond as the pleasure consumed you.

“Please… Please fill me, Jon. I- I want to be yours even more than I already am.” You whined, feeling an almost carnal need to be completely his, in every single way possible.

“Good girl.” He gave you a pleased smile, making your cheeks heat up. “I’m gonna give it to you, I just need you to come for me first. Can you do that, darling?” You were nodding eagerly before he could even finish.

“Yes— yes, I’m close..” Sometimes you forget that he knows your body better than you do. He knows exactly what to do to push you closer to the edge, or pull you back down from it. And right now he was forcing you closer, giving you no other option but to come for him.

“C’mon, baby… Let me make you mine.” He begged softly, making you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. You barely lasted another second before the knot of arousal in your stomach finally snapped, feeling so much more intense than your first orgasm. You cried out and dragged your nails across his back as you arched up into him. He was pounding you ruthlessly, still rubbing your clit, and the orgasm almost felt a little too good to solely be pleasurable because of the overstimulation.

Once he knew your orgasm finally faded, he brought his hand back up from your clit and focused on fucking you, hard and fast. You were sobbing out moans, tears brimming in your eyes as he continued using your sore, sensitive body for his pleasure.

“Please— please come, Jon.” You whimpered, staring up at him with teary eyes. He cursed under his breath and let his head drop into the crook of your neck. Once again, you felt trapped— forced to take what he wanted you to. He was grunting quietly and panting as he built up to his orgasm.

“Jon..” You sobbed, making him groan. The movement of his hips became strained for a second, then he was pushing in all the way, deep enough to make you whine at the uncomfortable pressure on your cervix. He was moaning quietly and panting against your neck as his come finally spilled into you, marking you as his. You mewled and squirmed, arousal pooling in your stomach once again. He kept his face buried in the crook of your neck as he calmed himself down, chest heaving. When he pulled up to look at you, he had the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

“So pretty, darling.” He whispered, brushing the tears from your face and cupping your cheek. “And all mine.” You gave him a dopey smile at his words, then pulled him down to kiss you again. This one was far less animalistic, but it wasn’t even close to lacking in passion. When he pulled back, you reached for his left hand, bringing it up to your lips and gently kissing the ring on his finger, keeping your lips just barely touching his hand as you responded.

“All mine.”

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sunnys-out · 6 months

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My Little Darling | Alessia Russo

A/N: Hey y'all sorry this took a while but work got busy and didn't get a chance to work on anything. My French is rusty so please be kind.

I still remember how you told me how you would always be there for me

Warnings: language, injury

Word count: 2298

Alessia and I had met at our first team meeting at UNC and it seemed that all the international students just gravitated together. The other girls got a kick out of the French accent that came out when I introduced myself in English to the rest of the team.

I was desperate for friends, as were the other international girls, so I found myself getting close with the English players, Lotte Wubben-Moy and Alessia Russo, who was half Italian too as I came to find out. I loved them even though they did poke fun at the fact that France didn’t make it to the U-17 World Cup…joked that we would’ve met sooner.

It was nice experiencing America with them and I found myself enjoying the little moments with the both of them, especially Alessia. I wouldn’t dare ruin a friendship that early, I mean why would she even be attracted to me…we had just met a month ago at that point in time.

A little quirk of mine is that I gave people nicknames, usually some animal but in French that reminded me of my teammates. Lotte, I fondly called, hibou or owl. You got to admit it when she is all focused and everything when she is at the defensive line her eyes narrow like a little owl.

I hadn’t given one to Alessia only calling her Less, Lessie, Ali, or just simply Russo. She noticed, of course, pushing when the three of us were having a movie night at my dorm room.

“Why don’t I have a nickname?” Alessia poked my shoulder as we had just put on a random comedy on Netflix to watch. We were procrastinating on essays we had to all write for the same class but hey it was due in a week so we had time.

I furrow my eyebrows with confusion, “What? You have a nickname, I call you Less, Lessie, sometimes Ali…” I poke her back “Soooo, technically you have more than one”

Alessia let out a huff as she got comfortable and laid her head on my shoulder as Lotte also got comfortable on the other side of me.

“No, I meant a french nickname, like Lotte has one…do you not like me?” Alessia pouted as she looked up to me feigning sadness.

I roll my eyes and look at Lotte on the other side of me, “Ma petite hibou, can you believe her? She thinks I don’t like her…as if we are not watching a movie in my dormitory”. This earned a laugh from the other English girl.

Alessia lifted her head and pushed my shoulder, “See, you call her “Your little owl”, when can I get a cute nickname like that?”

Lotte raised her head, “wait, is that what that means? You calling me an owl?” I completely ignored her.

“Less, it just hasn’t come to me yet…but you keep yapping about it…I’ll call you canard, which is duck by the way”. A laugh escaped me before I finished the sentence as Alessia gave up and leaned her head back on my shoulder as we continued to watch the movie.

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Love is weird…yeah, I would say so. When I was Alessia there was a calmness that I couldn’t compare with Lotte. Don’t get me wrong I love ma petit hibou, but Alessia was different.

She’s driven and she always had this look in her eyes that only held a certain softness when she was looking at me.

She was there for me when I got my call-up for the French U-20 team just how our coaches had predicted.

Lotte couldn’t make it to our regular weekly movie night in my dorm but encouraged Alessia and I to “not do it because of her”.

We had finished the movie an hour ago and now were on some random episode of Stranger things. Alessia had migrated from leaning her head on my shoulder, as she always did, to laying her head on my lap, my finger gently combing her hair without a care in the world.

It was soothing and then my phone began vibrating in my pocket.

“Allo?, oui c’est elle. Oui…ah Merci, oui merci pour l'opportunité, c’est un honneur pour moi! Oui merci, …alors…. quoi…quoi, merci…au revoir” (hello?, yes this is she, yes...ah thank you, yes thank you for the opportunity, it's an honor for me. Yes thank you...so...yes..yes...thank you.. goodbye)

Alessia had rolled over to look up at me and giggled, “so I only got ‘thank you’ from all that…who was that?”

I couldn’t stop smiling, “I got called up for the French U-20 team! Can you believe that?”

Alessia immediately got up and with a smile grabbed both sides of my face, “That’s amazing and of course I fucking believe that!”

All thoughts I had in that moment disappeared, I mean how could I even think when my whole world was in front of me. Alessia’s laugh broke me from my trance.

“Well, now I got to get called up for England, then we’ll be rivals..isn’t that absolutely wild” one of her thumbs now gently caressing my cheek.

I lean into her caress, “Alessia, what are you thinking about?”

She tilts her head, as if she was observing my face to see how I will react.

“I’m thinking of how proud I am of you, really I am…and um..of…how much I want to kiss you right now”.

Alessia laughs as she feels my cheeks heat up in hands and my eyes widen.

“Well can I?” She asks as she pulls me closer.

With only a nod from me, Alessia brings her soft lips to mine. I had dreamed of doing that for so long that again my mind was empty yet filled with everything.

As she pulled back, her forehead resting against mine she whispered,

“No matter what happens…whatever this becomes, I’ll always be there for you” her fingers threading my hair as she continued to look at me.

“Ma petit chou, that’s your nickname…my little darling…no matter what happens you will always be that” I said quietly as I brought her in for another kiss.

24 August 2018

With another thud to the ground and frustrated groan, I swatted away any hands that attempted to assist me as I got up for probably the fourth time that game, not getting any cards given to the players knocking me down including once from Alessia. She gave me a gentle sorry as she helped me up even though I turned her down initially. I wanted to play against England in the final but it seems we both found ourselves fighting for 3rd place. Alessia and I hadn’t texted since the competition started and maybe only had a phone call here and there. The only time I saw her in person was right there in the tunnel before the start of the game.

We were losing 1-0 and we were desperately trying to equalize, which meant I was pushing more up the field than usual.

I was frustrated…justifiably…so I pushed even harder. I just did not expect to be taken down in the box. I lay face down gasping for any sort of air to return to me after the impact. Groaning also at the sting and sharp soreness near my right knee. The whistle from the referee signaling a penalty for my fall returned me to reality.

“Hey, you alright?” I heard muffled and a gentle touch to my face that I immediately recognized as Alessia. Her tone worried as she grabbed my hand.

“Hey, hey, baby…I’m here ok? I’m here” I felt her hand gently holding mine as I finally was able to breathe slowly.

“Merde, elle saigne, médecin! (Shit, she’s bleeding, medic!)” I heard one of my teammates yell.

As the medics approached to wrap up my knee from the scrape, I felt Alessia’s hand leave mine.

The penalty went in and we equalized. The energy was back but it didn’t end the way we wanted. Penalty shoot outs were never my favorite. Mine went in and Alessia’s didn’t but it didn’t matter what I did because we lost in the end.

I remained sitting on the field feeling disappointed that I couldn’t have done more to at least get 3rd place.

I felt a familiar weight on my shoulder and a gentle hand grab mine.

“Hey..” Alessia said quietly as she heard the sniffle come from me.

“Hey…ma petit chou” I look at her with a sad smile, tears threatening to fall as I leaned my head on hers.

“I’m so proud of you, you know?” she said interlacing her fingers with mine.

I only nod as the tears fall, “go celebrate, I’ll be ok”

Alessia laughed a little as she shook her head, “no, I told you, I’d be there for you…even now…they can celebrate without me”.

Media reported the pictures of Alessia and I on the field as a showing of support between two UNC teammates…Lotte would tease us upon our return and would yell “what a lovely showing between teammates” whenever Alessia and I would hold hands.

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I was called up to the senior French team in 2019 and was able to play in my first World Cup. Alessia and Lotte watched from afar still participating in our university team while I was away.

After the loss against the US eliminating us from the World Cup, I returned to ma petit chou who was waiting in my apartment with a cozy blanket and warm chocolate chip cookies from McDonald’s all set up for me. I wasn’t one to immediately tear up at a sight but the moment I entered the dimly lit apartment I couldn’t hold back.

Alessia loves deeply is what I came to discover and being close to the person she loved was important to her. It was important for me too. We both agreed that we wanted to keep our relationship to ourselves and not really post about it. We played together and lost together. I was there for her injury and she was there for mine. Which is why is was so hard to leave her.

2020 was filled with uncertainty especially because of COVID. Alessia and I were planning on leaving UNC along with Lotte to pursue a career back in Europe. Alessia went to Man United and Lotte went to Aresenal leaving me to go to Lyon.

I won’t say that we didn’t try the distance but it became too much for us especially with our budding careers in our respecting countries. We stopped the relationship with a promise of keeping in touch whenever we could…we didn’t.

A secret relationship remained a secret to the fans and the general public. We were former university teammates just liking each other's posts and commenting a blue heart every so often. It never went past that. The 2022 Euros came and went…an awkward “congratulations on the Euro win” was sent, read and not replied to. I mean I wouldn’t have… so I don’t blame her since the last message between us was from 2020.

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I never handled injuries well…I isolated myself and Alessia was always there to accompany me. Since we separated, I hadn’t had a serious injury until 2023.

I knew I should’ve rested during after starting in every game in the group stages…I should’ve listened to my teammates but I didn’t want a repeat of 2019 with Australia.

Sometimes you just know…as soon as I hit the ground in the latter part of the second half…I knew it was THAT tear. I laid there as the tears fell as the pain set in, desperately trying to find a hand to hold but only finding grass…

I don’t remember being put on the stretcher or anything that was said to me…nothing was familiar to me. They confirmed that it was a tear and I would be heading out back to Lyon to get the surgery and recover there. It didn’t matter really, we ended up losing in penalties…funny how history repeats itself…only difference was Alessia wasn’t there.

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I remained in my hotel room, turning away any of my teammates who tried to stay with me…I just wanted to be alone…

I saw the result of the England/Colombia game and went through my phone until I found her number. It went straight to voicemail…

“Hey ma petit chou, congratulations on the win and getting a goal…I-uh…miss you a lot especially now. I don’t know if you saw but its an ACL tear and I’m cooped up in my hotel room…I still remember how you told me how you would always be there for me and-”

I choke back the tears threatening to fall but the pause was telling enough. “I just really need to hear you right now, so give me a call back because I do miss you and I can’t do this without you.”

I end the call, immediately regretting my decision. I close my eyes hoping that the pain medication would kick in and I dont know how long I was out before I heard someone enter my hotel room.

I groan at the source of the noise

“Go away” I wave my hand to whomever entered.

I stop immediately once I hear her small laugh.

“Well, I can’t possibly eat these cookies all on my own now can I?” I open my eyes and see Alessia with a small box of cookies. My face softened and my arms beckoned her to come to me.

She gently held me like she always had and caressed my cheek wiping away the tears that had begun to fall

“Hey…I’m here now” is all she whispered…oh how I missed my little darling.

#engwnt x reader #woso x reader #arsenal women #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine

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The Perfect Pair

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Costar!Reader

Synopsis: After playing Ellie and Riley, you and Bella answer the internet's most asked questions.

Word count: around 1,100

Part Two

Just like any other highly anticipated series, The Last of Us press tour consisted of traveling and interviews. The entire experience being incredibly glamorous and exciting for the cast.

On one of the last few days leading up to the premiere, Bella and Y/n were paired up to answer the internet's most asked questions.

Despite her role for the show being limited, Y/n continued filming in Canada for a movie after wrapping as Riley, which gave her and Bella the opportunity to spend even more time together since Bella didn't finish until a few months later.

The duo would often visit each other's sets and had countless sleepovers, constantly posting the other during their time together.

That being said, they already knew what the internet thought of them. It didn't change anything, though.

They knew they were close.

A little too close.

"Unlike the other boards, this one has questions for both of you." Bella's assistant explained towards the end of the interview, handing the last board to them. "Whenever you two are ready."

Bella cleared their throat before peering at the board in their hands, "Are Bella Ramsey and Y/n L/n..." She looked at the camera through squinted eyes before proceeding.

"...still friends?" Y/n finished off once the sticker was peeled.

"Phew," Bella pretended to wipe sweat from their forehead, meanwhile Y/n dramatically placed a hand over her heart to show relief.

They knew what the question was implying.

"This may come as a surprise to you all, but we actually aren't," Bella deadpanned.

"It's true," Y/n chimed, picking at her nails in an attempt to seem uninterested, "I'm being paid to be here."

"Me too. I despise her so much," Bella grinned.

"Yeah right," Y/n nudged her, preparing to peel off another question from the board. "This one says... How did Y/n and Bella meet?"

"We met a few weeks before filming this little project called The Last of Us," Y/n started. "Maybe you've heard of it. It's not really well known or anything."

"It's remarkably underrated," Bella added with humor.

"Absolutely," Y/n gave an amused smile. "Best day of my life, though. I was so nervous."

"Were you really?" Bella raised a brow, "Because I remember it a bit differently."

"Oh my God," Y/n groaned, turning to face the camera. "You see, I kind of talked Bella's ear off the whole time."

"Kind of? Darling, I couldn't get a word in the entire night." Bella giggled.

"I'm sorry!" Y/n whined. "I just thought you were really cute. I talk way too much when I'm around cute people."

"Then you must still think I'm cute," Bella teased her. "Because you always go on and on when we're together."

"Moving on!" Y/n sighed. "God, you're so annoying."

"You love it," Bella shook with laughter.

"Hold still!" Y/n laughed as well. "Bels, I can't read them if you're moving! Okay... This one says—oh wow. Y/n L/n and Bella Ramsey kiss."

"My goodness," Bella bursted out in giggles once again.

"That's not even a question," Y/n gave the camera a look whilst fanning the brunette, attempting to calm him down. "Someone needs to get fired for that."

"I'm assuming they meant to ask if our characters kissed on the show." Bella glanced at the crew members skeptically.

"This interview will come out after the episode airs," someone assured them.

"Oh! In that case, we did kiss, yes," stated Bella.

"Our characters did." Y/n clarified, smiling at her friend.

"Well, we kissed. But for the show, of course."

"Completely professional."

"Though we had to do it quite a few times." Bella added.

"Because someone kept 'forgetting' their lines. Definitely not on purpose," Y/n teased them.

"Wow! Way to throw me under the bus there," she pretended to be offended. "I see how it is, L/n."

"Just saying," Y/n shrugged smugly, fingers tugging off another strip.

"Did Bella Ramsey and Y/n L/n play The Last of Us?" Bella read. "Not really…I mean, prior to filming we were told not to play it, but Y/n/n and I tried to get through some of it recently."

"We didn't get very far though. Even on the easiest mode, it just never ends well." Y/n grimaced.

"Yeah, it's tough." Bella agreed. "Neither of us are gamers, so we wind up eating snacks and playing a film instead."

"Which is way less stressful!"

"Is Skipper Y/n L/n's or Bella Ramsey's dog?" Y/n said, struggling to flick away the sticker from her fingers.

Bella immediately noticed and tried helping her, but it ended up getting stuck on both of them, which earned him a small giggle from the girl.

"Despite what Y/n says, Skipper is my kid." Bella announced, successfully placing the long sticker on their chair.

"But she likes me more. I birthed her," Y/n joked.

"I won't lie—she does like to cuddle Y/n/n quite a lot. I think she gets that from me."

"She definitely gets that from you. I like when all three of us cuddle, though." Y/n smiled at the fond memories, "Anyway, I'll settle for the title of being her second mom."

"That works," Bella chuckled. "We'll co-parent her."

"Bella Ramsey and Y/n L/n laying on each other," Bella read through a heavy laugh. "Again, not a question."

"There's a thing called needing body heat, people!" Y/n said defensively.

"Right! Because Canada is incredibly cold. If you were filming in our conditions, you'd do the same." Bella spoke, hiding their face behind the board.

"Yeah, we had to stay warm somehow." Y/n added, her face heating up from the embarrassment of this topic coming up.

"Are we done now?" Bella peaked, "I feel like we've revealed a lot in this ten minute video," they joked.

"Right?!"

"I think that's it," one of the assistants said, laughing along with the team behind the camera. "And we're already shooting, so you can just give us an outro and we'll wrap this up."

"That concludes our Wired Autocomplete Interview!" Bella yelled at the same time Y/n chanted, "Thanks for watching!"

They shared a laugh, then looked back at the camera before continuing, "Make sure to check out The Last of Us." Y/n said when Bella rested their head on her shoulder.

"It's streaming right now on HBO Max," they pointed out.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we're gonna go make out!" Y/n joked, running away from the camera-frame with Bella, hand in hand.

Part Two

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so just an idea. what if few years down the line when prof and h get married and he drops her to uni first time after they are married and people address her "professor styles" or "doctor styles" and she cant stop blushing and harry is just smirkingg. you can totally ignore this if this isn't something you like!

Heyyy queeeeeen, first of all HAPPY NEW YEAR! Second off all this is kinda a request/idea : how about y/n is mad at bf!Harry so she gives him the silent treatment and then out off nowhere he calls her y/n Styles and it gets her attention and then they have a talk about marriage and the end up making love?

I've given this a lot of thought, because on the one hand, I feel like Professor would be the type to keep her last name. BUT I also think she would appreciate the idea of shedding her past for good by taking a new name, Harry's name. She talks about it at length with Harry, and he holds his tongue, wanting her to come to her own decision and supporting whatever she wants to do (but he totally has an opinion and it's for her to be Mrs. Dr. Styles). And because you so graciously requested this, we're going with Mrs. Dr. Styles, so here is three times Professor was referred to as Dr. Styles!

The Professor Series

Harry often thought the way Y/n went on tangents was cute, adorable even, but right now she was being a little...unreasonable.

"Y/n, we talked about this. It happened for a moment, and security took care of it. I'm fine."

"This is not okay! Do you know how many creeps there are out there? So many. I don't need statistics because I encounter them all the time, Harry. This is serious. You could've been hurt, the band could've been hurt, anyone could've—"

"Darling, nothing happened. Come back down to earth for me. Please?" he said, standing up from the hotel bed to come near her.

"I am on earth! Where some...some freak decided it was okay to run onstage and charge you! Why aren't you taking this seriously, Harry? Anything could've happened? So many celebrities are attacked by fans who think they're in a relationship or have a right to..."

And on and on she went.

Harry knew it was scary for her. Y/n got easily spooked by this kind of thing. And he was fine with that, but honestly, hearing about all of this was freaking him out. He'd been fine after the show, but now she was making him uncomfortable.

"Y/n, love, come on. Stop," he said gently, reaching for her hand. But she wouldn't stop, she just kept going.

Harry loved her, he would never want to change a single thing about her. He loved her little quirks and all the things that made up who she was. She wouldn't be his love without them. But sometimes she didn't listen to him, and sometimes she worked herself into a frenzy when she didn't need to.

"Y/n Styles! Stop. I love you, but you need to stop," he said, voice soft but stern.

He didn't even realize what he said until she asked, "What did you just call me?"

"What?"

"Y—You called me Y/n...Styles," she said, and Harry thought she'd probably never looked so confused in her life. "Why would you do that?"

"I...I don't know," he said truthfully. "It just came out. Sorry."

He wasn't sorry, though. Not really. Harry might not have meant to, but he certainly liked the sound of it. They hadn't been together very long, but he knew what he wanted, he knew what his future was going to look like. Harry didn't care how long it took or when that future started, but he could wait.

What he didn't want was to freak his girlfriend out. Harry knew Y/n loved him, but she sometimes got squirrely about the abstract, the unknown.

"No, it's—it's okay, I—I kind of liked it," she said.

Of all the things to happen tonight, that was the most surprising.

Grinning, Harry said, "You did, did you?"

"I know that look. Don't give me that look or I'll take it back," she said, stepping away from him as he got closer.

"What look?"

"That look! Put those bedroom eyes away!"

"Bedroom eyes?" Harry asked, laughing as he cornered Y/n against a wall. In a sing-song voice, he said, "You want to be my wiiife."

"N—No, that's not what I said, I just—Hey!"

"No more talking," he said, carrying her over his shoulder. "We, Y/n Styles, are going to bed."

Y/n tried to say something, but Harry's mouth was on hers before she could make a sound. "I said no more talking," he murmured, nudging his nose against hers. "We're going to bed, and we're going to kiss for a little bit."

"Maybe a little more?"

Chuckling, Harry kissed the top of her cheekbone. "Whatever Mrs. Styles wants, she gets."

"Stop it with that. We're—mm."

"Shh. No more talking."

"It's—It's Doctor Styles," Y/n corrected, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck.

"Of course. Now, where were we?"

"Have a wonderful, wonderful day, Dr. Styles."

"It's review day. My least favorite day," Y/n huffed, slumping against the seat of the car.

"Impossible," Harry said, leaning across the middle console to kiss her temple. "Today is your first day of work as Dr. Styles, which means it is the best day."

Y/n's cheeks flushed at the sound of her name. Her new name. She loved it, of course, she wouldn't have changed her name if she didn't. But it was just so new. They'd only been...married...a few weeks. Seeing the ring on her left hand still surprised her from time to time.

"Are you going to say Dr. Styles every time you address me?" she asked him.

Harry's grin was broad as he winked and said, "Absolutely, Dr. Styles."

"Harry—"

He took her chin in his hand and kissed her long and hard. When he pulled back, her entire face was red. "Harry! Anyone could see—"

"Let them. I love my wife, and everyone should know it," he said. "I'll be by for lunch, okay?"

"Really?"

Harry kissed her forehead. "Yep. Gonna bring you flowers and embarrass you in front of all your students and make them jealous at the same time. So go, I'm looking forward to being a trophy husband."

He was being silly, he knew that, but he couldn't help it. They were married. Harry would shout it from the rooftops if he could, but he would settle for making Y/n blush every chance he got.

Grinning from ear to ear, Y/n surged forward and kissed him. "Do you have to bring the flowers?"

Chuckling, Harry pecked the bridge of her nose. "I have to bring the flowers, Dr. Styles."

Y/n, Dr. Styles, wrinkled her nose at Harry, her husband, who just wrinkled his at her and kissed her pouted lips. "You better go, Dr. Styles. You're gonna be late for class."

She nearly told Harry to drive them back home, that she didn't want to go back and teach, she just wanted to stay in all day with him. But that was impractical. She had to go.

So Y/n got out of the car and went, but not before one more kiss to Harry's lips.

All day, when students called her Dr. Styles, Y/n blushed. She got through her lectures without a hitch, but she couldn't avoid the teasing questions at the end, or the cheers and whistles when Harry came by as promised, a takeout bag in one hand and a large bouquet of her favorite flowers in the other. He ate up all the attention, then sat Y/n on his lap while they ate lunch together. And when her next class was about to start, he didn't leave like she expected. He stayed in her desk chair and minded his own business while she gave her lecture, though she could feel his gaze on her every now and again, each one more heated than the last.

Y/n could feel each one and tried not to rush through one of her lectures so they could get home. That wasn't who she was, she was a good professor who didn't let her husband's—her husband's—bedroom eyes get in the way of a lecture. She was better than that, she would be better than—

"I think that covers everything. I think you would all benefit from some free study time, so...so get studying!"

Students trickled out one by one, some of them going up to Y/n to ask her a question or congratulate her or both. She answered and accepted each graciously, but her fingers were also tapping furiously against her leg, just below the hem of her skirt. And finally, when the last student was finally gone, Y/n turned around and launched herself at Harry.

"Take me home," she mumbled against his mouth. "Take me home right now, please."

"Darling, you have one more class—"

"Now," she insisted, before going back to kissing him all over. His neck, his jaw, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth.

Harry hummed as he threaded his hand through her hair. He gripped her waist and indulged her in one more kiss before he tilted his head back. "I love you, my darling, darling wife, but no."

"No?"

"No. I know you want to now, but you'd be disappointed for letting your students down later," he said.

Y/n wanted to protest, but she knew Harry was right, so she slumped against his chest. "But I want you right now."

"Believe me, you are not alone in that department," he said, squeezing her hip. "But, we have our whole lives together, hm? So I will wait, and so will you, and when we get home..."

"Promise?"

Harry kissed his wife, loving the feel of her body pressed against his. "Promise."

"Okay, we're live in three, two, one!"

The host of The Daily Show smiled at the appropriate camera and did his normal greetings after the commercial break, then announced that Y/n was here.

"Welcome Dr. Y/l/n"

Y/n was nervous beyond all reason, but somehow she managed a small smile. "Thank you. I—It's Dr. Styles."

She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to the cameras and the attention and the live studio audience. Well, she was, but her lectures were different. That was her safe space. This...a live television interview was not her safe space.

"Right! Of course, congratulations!" the host said. "How is married life treating you and your husband? What's his name again?"

"HARRY!" someone in the audience shouted, which caused everyone to laugh and cheer.

Y/n blushed. How long had they been married, and she still blushed at the mention of her and Harry being married? "Good. Good, I guess. We're very happy."

"I'm glad! And I'm so curious to know how the two of you met. A Cambridge professor with multiple PhDs and a world famous pop star. How does that happen?"

The host's voice wasn't condescending, merely curious, but Y/n wasn't prepared to talk about this. She didn't come to talk about her relationship.

Her mind buzzed with an answer that wouldn't be rude but would also change the subject. "We...met during the pandemic, which was when I realized how lacking schools were in...in so much. Which sounds silly, but I skipped most elementary grades and spent most of my time in higher education. But I...I realized I could help."

"Right! You became quite the internet sensation during lockdown to make educational videos, which obviously led to this. Your very own curriculum."

Grinning, Y/n nodded.

She never set out to write a series of textbooks for children. Y/n had a busy life, a fulfilling life as a professor. And yet somehow, she found herself wanting to do more. Harry had a lot of...younger family, and she liked to help them with their homework and projects and such. But her first look at their textbooks was very disappointing.

"This is what they're teaching you? This isn't even historically accurate! Where's..."

It was safe to say once something was on Y/n's mind, she couldn't let it go. Harry was amused but supportive, his usual reaction when she took on a new project.

"How can I help, love?"

"You didn't even finish school. How are you going to help me write a textbook?"

"Ouch, love."

"Well?"

"I mean you're right, but you could always say, 'Thank you husband. I love you so much.' Now you try."

"Thank you husband! I love you so much!"

"See? Not so hard."

"I started by just writing one. A comprehensive American History textbook," she said now, tapping her fingers under the desk where no one could see. " Kids have the capacity to learn so much more than what schools are currently teaching them. Leaving things out or not acknowledging certain events or painting our nation's history in a certain light is a disservice to them."

Y/n wasn't expecting applause, didn't necessarily want it. So she was surprised when the audience cheered for her answer. She smiled despite herself, then glanced to the side where Harry was standing off camera. He gave Y/n a thumbs up and blew her a kiss.

"That's amazing," the host said. "So you started with one, and it just progressed from there?"

"Yes, I—Once my mind is set on a project, I can't let it go, so I carved out time and just...wrote a bunch of textbooks, I guess. Well, I researched and got a Master's in Urban Education first. But then...then I wrote a bunch of textbooks."

"You wrote an entire elementary and middle school curriculum by yourself! That's incredible, Dr. Styles."

The audience cheered again, and when it died down, the host asked her more questions about her books, which she was happy to answer. She talked about her approach and her willingness to not shy away from or hide unsavory history. "In a way that's appropriate for each age group, obviously," she said. "But it's important for children to understand the complexity of history and that there's never just one side to a story. I tried really hard to be respectful and honor forgotten voices that have been left out for too long."

"Would you ever teach to younger pupils, yourself?" the host asked.

"Oh heavens no," Y/n said quickly. "My students at university can barely keep up with me. No, I—I wanted to do my part by providing well-rounded, unbiased material, but I'm not sure kids would want me to teach it."

And when it was all said and done, when the cameras were off, the host shook her hand and thanked her for coming to the show.

Y/n walked off the set and toward Harry, who was quick to spin her around in his arms. "You were fantastic," Harry said.

"I know! I was nervous at first, but I just am so proud of my work, you know? So it was easy to talk about. And I even managed a few jokes!"

Harry laughed because her "jokes" flew over everyone's heads. The only reason Harry got them was because Y/n practiced them on him the night before. "They were great."

She smiled, but it dimmed the longer she looked at him. "You didn't think they're funny."

"What? I didn't say that! Why would you—"

"You didn't have to. It's all over your face," she said, pouting. "You don't think I'm funny?"

"I think you're brilliant, and I think you have so many talents. Can you let the rest of us idiots be funny?"

"I suppose that's fine," she huffed. "Can we go home now?"

Kissing her temple, Harry took her hand and led her out of the studio. "We can go wherever you want, Dr. Styles."

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Two is Better Than One ~Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader x König Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

Hi hi!! Can I please request something with Ghost and König with their gf who's like, kinda high maintenance and a crybaby? THANK YOU AND CONGRATS ON 5K

Summary: Both Ghost and König are back home to you. Even if you tend to be a little too much.

Author’s Note: When I tell you these men are so fine! I will literally let these men do anything to me. Also, why is this the only gif of them together? I'm hoping that the new Call of Duty game or at least the next one to follow the CoDMW2 (2022) will have more of König and Ghost together.

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: polyamorous relationship, Ghost and König like each other romantically as well because why not, fluff with some angst in the end, praise kink in a way but nothing sexual

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

Ghost and König can both agree one one thing. The two of them would do anything for you. Even if it meant having to go to McDonalds at the dead of night just to get fries or run to the nearest store for some ice cream. No matter what, they would do anything for you.

So when they came back home to you, they were happy to just have a quiet day together. You all were in the living room as you snuggled against König on the couch, watching TikToks on your phone. Ghost sat in the recliner chair as he watched the latest football match.

As Ghost watched the match and König slept soundly holding you, the two didn't miss the sound of you sobbing. König woke up quickly before looking over at you.

"What's wrong?" Ghost asked you.

"It's just a sad TikTok," you frowned as you sobbed. Ghost let out a sigh before walking over and taking your phone out of your hand.

"No more for you for now," Ghost said.

"Simon!" You whined.

"No buts. Be a good girl and just cuddle with König. And later, I'll hold you while you watch TikToks again," Ghost ordered. You nodded before turning to König.

Whenever you and your boyfriends would go out, the two tend to be more protective of you from any dangers. The other thing they also tend to do is having to keep you away from all the things you would want for no reason.

"König! Can I please have this plushie?" You asked him as you held up a cute cow Squishmallow.

"You already have a lot of plush toys, meine Liebe (my love)," König tells you.

"Bitte (please)," you pouted at him. You had been practicing a few German words to practice to communicate with König.

"Nein, meine Liebe (no, my love)," König answered.

"But König!"

"If König says no, he says no," Ghost tells you from behind. You jumped a little from Ghost startling you. You turned over and looked up at your other boyfriend.

You gave Ghost the puppy eyes with a pout. You clutched the stuff toy against your chest as you stared up at Ghost. He could see the tears begin to form in your eyes, still always questioning on how you was able to do that.

"If we get this for you, then you're going to have to pay the price later," Ghost tells you. You nodded at him before smiling up at him.

"König."

"Ja?"

"Make sure she doesn't stray away from us," Ghost tells König.

"Come here."

You held onto König before the two of you headed to the aisle with the items you actually needed.

The worst part when it comes to the two or even just one of them having to leave for a mission. Before you three became a throuple, you had met the two when you were still an active solider on duty. However, due to a mission gone wrong, you were honorably discharged. But luckily, you three kept in touch and became a throuple.

"Do you have to go?" You asked, already sobbing a little.

"I'll try to come home as soon as possible," Ghost tells you.

"But then if you leave, then König will have to leave at one point as well," you started to sob.

"Darling, the sooner we go, the sooner we are able to come back," Ghost assures you as he held you in his arms.

"Promise me you'll come home safe," you tell him as you held onto him tightly.

"I promise. I'll come back home to the two of you," Ghost said.

"Liebe, he needs to go," König said. You nodded before pulling away from Ghost. Ghost quickly lifted his mask up a little before leaning down to kiss you quickly on the lips. You kissed him back, tasting a little of your salty tears.

"I love you," you tell him.

"I love you too. I'll see you soon okay?"

"Okay," you nodded. Ghost pulled away before looking over at König before giving him a kiss as well.

König held onto you as you both watch Ghost leave your shared home. You looked up at König before he picked you up. You wrapped your arms around him as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Let's go watch some movies and have cuddles. Okay?" König asked. You nodded before resting your head onto his shoulder as he carried you over to the living room.

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #könig call of duty #könig x reader #könig imagine #könig x ghost #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty imagine #call of duty modern warfare #alisonwritesimagines

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viviannesmonster · 1 year

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Since some people liked my last Wally Darling fanfic

I've decided to write another one

WALLY DARLING X GN! READER

It was Julie's birthday and she wanted to throw a dance party to celebrate it

Everyone attended, including you

Except, you sat by yourself on the sidelines

You didn't know how to dance, and you didn't want to make a fool of yourself

Especially since Wally's here too

You adored Wally and obviously didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him

Everyone's dancing and having a good time while you sit in the corner trying to not feel bad for yourself

That was until Wally himself walked up to you

"Come on, my friend. Give me your hand." He said, offering you his hand

You ask him what he's doing and he smiles

"I'm walking you back to your house."

As he ushers you out of the party, you keep asking him why he's leaving and that you'll be okay by yourself

"It's okay (Y/n)!" He says

"We already gave Julie our gifts, and she understands that you weren't having fun. And besides, we can hang out with her another day."

You ask him why he decided to leave

"I can't have you walking all by yourself in dark, now can I?"

Your face turned a little red and you two walked together in silence

"(Y/n)?" Wally asked

"Why were you sitting by yourself? You could have joined us."

After deciding to be honest with him, you tell him it's because you don't know how to dance

Wally starts to laugh his awkward monotone laugh

Why was he laughing?

You looked away and he realized he had accidentally offended you

"Oh I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I was laughing because I could have taught you how to dance."

You turn to face him again and he smiles.

"This way." He says taking your hand

Wally starts to lead you away from your house and you ask him where you two are going

"We're going to teach you how to dance!"

He leads you to Home and gently knocks on the door

You try to explain to him that he doesn't have to do this

"Of course I do! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you out? What if Julie wants another dance party for her birthday?"

Home's eyes fluttered open and smoke blew out of their chimney.

"Good evening Home. I'm sorry to wake you up. May we come in please?"

More smoke blew out of the chimney

"Yes. We. I brought (Y/n) with me."

After a little bit of silence, Home opened the door and Wally led you inside.

"Thank you, Home."

You always found it a little bit endearing how Wally talked to his house, it was cute.

In a weird way

"This way my friend." Wally said as he led you to his art studio.

"Wait right here."

He moved his easel to a corner in the room and led you to the center

"Home?" Wally called out

He got a small creak in response

"Can you play a slow song for me? Please?"

You heard a low and long creak from a floorboard, as if Home was annoyed in someway

"Thank you." Wally smiled then turned back to you

"Follow my lead, we'll take things slow." He said as he put his hand on your waist and held your other hand in his own

"Put your free hand on my shoulder."

You did as you were told and a slow classical song began to play throughout the room

"Step to the left, step forward, step to the right, step back, and repeat!"

After stepping on his shoes for the first few times, you eventually got the hang of it and spun around the art room as Wally held you in his arms

After dancing for you a few minutes, you told him this wasn't the kind of dancing that Julie was doing at her party

"I know." He said with a wink

Your face turned a bright red again

Wally smiled and held onto your waist tighter before slowly dipping you as the song ended

You felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle

"See how much fun dancing can be?"

You nodded, still too flustered to say anything

Wally stood up straight and let go of your waist

"Looks like Home fell asleep again." He whispered. "That means it's time for us to go to bed too."

You asked him what he meant by "us"

"You're spending the night of course!" He whisper yelled

You knew at this point that you couldn't win against him so you just accepted it

"So, I'll show you my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

You quickly stopped him and reassured him that you could both sleep in the bed

"Well, if it's alright with you. Then it's alright with me."

Wally gave you a robe of his that you could sleep in when he went to the bathroom to change into his pajamas

The robe smelled like green apple

After you and Wally laid down in bed, you turned away from him as an attempt to not make things more awkward than they already were

That was until you felt him grab your hand

"Turn to me." He whispered

You did and saw him smiling at you. "Did you have fun?"

You nodded and smiled back at him

"I had fun too. I really enjoy your company."

Wally pulled you into his chest for a hug and held you there. "If you know what I mean."

You hugged him back and told him you understood, your face turning red

You heard him laugh a little before he gave you a kiss on top of your head.

"Goodnight my dear."

This was stupidly long

But I enjoyed writing it

#wally darling #wally x reader #welcome home wally x reader #welcome home #fanfiction #i fucking love wally

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moochalove · 4 months

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Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Part 4-5)(Final)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

Did you know they call me the yappinator? Anyways i’ve been meaning to finish it but i’ve been busy w school but now i have the time so i will be yapping away more (posting a little more)🗣️ Get cozy bcs this is long asf!

Reader is bi-icon! (+ trauma) If imma be fr, the beginning is a little off bcs i wrote it weeks ago (im lazy and i will not fix it🥶) ANYWAYS ILL STOP YAPPING! TY FOR READING 🤭 (if u do😡)

word count: Pretty fucking long ❤️

proofread: HELL NO! 😋 fill in the gaps/mistakes for me pls🫶

TW: Stockholm syndrome

Arriving at the mall you think about making a break for it but these heels prevent you from doing so. With enough for the heel would surely snap though… Noted. Reaching for the door handle you’re stopped and pulled into a kiss. It’s a little uncomfortable but you play it off with a smile, “Don’t worry Kazu, I’m not gonna run off~” “I know darling, but this is the start of our new life so allow me to take the lead. Don’t worry your pretty mind about anything.” With that, he places one last peck onto your face. Once again, he is opening the door for you and you guiding you to the some shops. Immediately you notice his firm grip on your waist, and it’s uncomfortable. He said you would be buying clothes but you now realize he meant he was picking clothes FOR you. You’re in the dressing room and he has you trying on all these cute coquette clothing. It feels a little uncomfortable but you try to get used to the feeling of the outfits. Some are loose, and some are tighter. In your mind, you already knew which ones you liked based on the texture, design, etc..

Whenever you came out to show off an outfit you felt like a real couple. Showing off your outfit and making comments, no matter what you wore he seemed to agree it looked good on you, even if you didn’t think so. Something feels wrong about this but you can’t help but smile when he looks at you so adoringly.

You guys go to about three more shops, all of them having a different theme. By the time you were done, it was mid-afternoon. Both of your feet were killing you… not to mention you were hungry… You both agree to stop and get something to eat.

You arrive at a very familiar restaurant… Weren’t you just here? When was that though? If it was important surely you’d remember!

•

Scaramouche was frantic, to say the least. You weren’t answering his messages… Has something happened? He needs to get to you asap, but how? What if you’ve been removed from your home? If it came to it he could ask his mother to track you down, since she had that kind of power.

Knocking on the door he’s anxious, and hoping he would be met with a bright smile and worried hushing telling him that you were okay. After about a minute he knocks on your room window… No reply. Should he wait around? No, that’ll take too long. After some contemplation, he decides to reach out to his mom.

They have a long talk before she eventually caves. It feels like it’s been forever since she’s seen her child and when he comes back he’s on an adventure trying to get his girlfriend back. She didn’t think situations like that existed but he’s shown her the possibilities are endless. The way he talked about you so dearly gave her the impression you were a thing. Since she’s such a good and caring mother, it’s the least she can do for her future daughter!

Maybe he should’ve emphasized that you were just friends even though he wished for more

From what some super normal and not shady people told him, you were last seen at that restaurant you both had visited yesterday. Why were you there? That didn’t matter right now! Furrowing his eyebrows he sat there and thought long and hard. How was he going to get to you? Kazuha would most likely be glued to your side so directly approaching was out of the question. Could he signal you to him from afar? No, that probably won’t work… Pounding his forehead slightly he couldn’t form a good plan.

“You seem troubled, Doll.” A sly finger guided itself through his short purple locks.

“What do you want, Miko? I’m busy and-“

“You know it’s nice to run away then come running back when you need help. Your mother was on edge for weeks. Spending whatever free time she had looking for her poor child. Always looking for you despite her own needs.”

“Did you come to ask me what’s wrong only to turn around and try to guilt trip me? You don’t change, do you?”

Without saying anything she placed a bag next to him and then made her way to the door. Peeking through the bad he looked back to her fleeting figure before shouting out, “Wait! What is this for? You really expect me to forgive you with this bag full of clothes?! Plus, this has girl stuff in it anyways-“ “Silly Kuni! This is to help you get your girl back!” “Excuse me?!” Miko sighed while shrugging, “And you say your moms are no help! C'mon, you have to think outside the box, silly!” Taking the bag back she pulled out the cutest dress you’ve ever seen along with tights and heels. “It’d be stupid to approach her directly. You have no idea what kind of mental state she’s in, she may not trust any other man or claim she’s fine with her captor.” Digging deeper into the bag she pulled out a long wig that happened to be the same shade as his own hair, “So you have to coax her out as someone willing to understand and help her out of the situation!” Before he knew it he was all dolled up, shifting uncomfortably in the dress and trying to adjust his posture and his footing, constantly brushing his much longer locks back while puckering and rolling his lips that had a gloss applied to them. Would this really work?

“Miko, I don’t think this is gonna work… I don’t make a very convincing girl….” he awkwardly fussed with his bangs before glancing over at her. Miko held her phone up and with a click and a flash the very image of… whatever this was… saved onto her phone and probably being backed up to her cloud. “Oh, you look just like your sister!” Placing her phone back in her bag she shooed him out of the car before, then rolled down the window offering a few words, courtesy of her never-ending-kindness! “Just be kind to her, her heart will surely realize who you are... Or don’t! Maybe she’ll see through all of this!” Scaramouche could only grit his teeth as she motioned her hand at him. “I’ll be waiting here so once she comes to her senses I won’t be far. Plus! Wouldn’t want you to try and be all hero-like only to trip and fall in those cuttteee heels of yours!”

•

Spoonful after spoonful you swallowed whatever food had been shoved into your face. Were you even hungry? Not that it matters. At this point, you’ve come to treat this as if it were a real date! Yet your heart doesn’t skip a beat when he cups your face. A couple of people do glance over at you both awkwardly but that smile of yours tells them you’re just a young couple in love. It goes on like this for a few more minutes before beautiful swaying locks catch your eye, it’s true you’ve been ignoring the faces of those who’ve been passing by, but this face is stunning. Your heart skips a beat when your eyes meet each other. Now something about all this feels familiar but you can’t quite pin it down just yet. Kazuha notices how your attention is drawn away from him and he immediately pulls your chin towards him, “Is something the matter my love? You seem distracted.” He bluntly states as his eyebrows furrow slightly in frustration. “A-ah, no, I just…” Perhaps you were scared or maybe still stunned by that girls beauty but you can’t seem to form a coherent thought. He shifts around in his seat a little, ever so slightly moving his chair to block your view of the girl. With a short ‘ahem’ you brush it off as just seeing someone you thought you recognized.

If you look past his intense gaze you can still kinda see her fussing with her long hair. A waiter shows her to her table that so happens to be next to yours. You bite your tongue to hide a giggle when you see her awkwardly try to walk in heels, maybe she’s not used to them? Once she sits down it’s obvious she’s not used to wearing such feminine clothes, the way she keeps lifting her feet off the ground and sliding them farther out, or how she pulls the hem of her dress down even though it’s past her knees. The way she covered her mouth and spoke in a quiet meek voice told you maybe she was shy. Kazuha glanced at you both, almost trying to understand the connection you guys had but signed in defeat, “I’m gonna use the restroom then pay for our food. Don’t go anywhere.” And with that, he was gone but surely it wouldn’t take him long to be back.

Scaramouche had to be quick about this. The least he could do is get you outside.

Trying to keep his ladylike demeanor he tried starting the conversation with something normal. Of course, this meant he would have to speak a little louder in order for you to hear in the louder environment. He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t “practiced” his female voice.

“Isn’t the food here the best?”

Taken aback by how cute she sounded you cover your mouth slightly. “She even has a cute voice!”, you thought to yourself. Once again stunned you take a moment to respond.

“Y-yeah!” your response is a little fast-paced but she just smiles in response. “Haha, you seem a little nervous, what, too stunned by my looks?” Even though he was supposed to be portraying a meek, innocent girl, he couldn’t help but still be cocky. It’s as if you were on autopilot with the way your response was the same yeah…

Part of you felt like that’s something he would say. Who was he again?

“It’s a little stuffy in here, don’t you agree? How about we get some fresh air?” The girl suggested so innocently that you’d completely “forgotten” what Kazuha told you NOT to do. As if you’d been under a spell you followed a girl you didn’t even know the name of out of the restaurant. Her name! You need her name! This can’t be the last time you see each other you need her contact info! You reach to where you would normally keep your phone only for your attention to be stolen away by her.

She handed you her phone that had a picture of a very certain cat. Your heart fastens as you start to recall some things, you couldn’t submit to someone who only half-loved you. No, you had to get home to your first baby. Tears threaten to spill as everything comes back faster than you can comprehend.

He didn’t love you, no, he never did. If he did he would’ve stayed the first night. He was just looking for something to sedate his own woes. You come to the realization that your delusions you made up to protect yourself were false. You haven’t been in love for years like your mind had told you, you don’t know what he really feels, you just filled in the blanks with lies your mind fed you. In reality, you’ve probably only really known each other for a couple of days, during those 4 months you spent pregnant and alone your brain spun a story as if you were real lovers. Hating yourself could come later but for now, you need to get a grip and get out of here. Suddenly you’re caught up to speed and all it feels like you’re gonna vomit, your clothes feel tighter and you can feel your own skin, every pore feels open and you hate every second of it. What feels like hours is only a matter of seconds.

A hand is gently wipes your tears away,

“It’s time to go, Y/n.”

“I cant.. I’m sacred. I-“

“Don’t be. I'm here now, and I’m not letting you go.” He looked so serious, although a little funny since he was still in his getup.

Reaching for your wrist he gently and slowly led you farther away from the establishment and closer to your getaway car.

Both of your steps got faster and faster. You didn’t want to look back, no, you shouldn’t.

A voice you’ve come to hate shouts out to you. Ears pound loudly and your heart skips several beats when you hear fastened footsteps approaching. A wave of pain crashes onto you when your lower back aches in pain. You stop even though you don’t want to and clutch your stomach in retaliation.

You have to move right now otherwise he’ll catch up. Scaramouche turns back around for you and effortlessly picks you up and carries you to the car. When he turned to place you in the car he’s sure Kazuha has seen his face. Crap… Not like it mattered right now. He rushes to the other side of the car but is pulled back by a hand that is placed on his back, it’s cold and uncomfortable. Almost as if it triggered something in him he shouts and pushes him back into the ground.

Once Scaramouche is in the car Miko doesn’t hesitate to slam on the gas pedal and get you both somewhere safe.

Final Part:

When you wake up you’re in a very comfy bed. Moving your legs a little you wince uncontrollably. Memories come flooding back and your eyes dart to where Scaramouche is sitting. A smile makes itself known on your face and you reach out to him. He melts into your touch but avoids looking at you. You know you messed up big time by not running away from Kazuha like you should have… But you were in a deranged state! Surely he won’t blame you completely. Breaking the silence you ask him what’s wrong.

“I know we kinda just met but I hope you know I love you…” he trailed off, still avoiding eye contact. “I always have… It’s a shame you don’t remember me. If you did then I guess you could technically say we didn't just meet.”

Huh? You two knew each other? Maybe he’s got the wrong person. Innocently you ask, “Have we met somewhere before? I’m sorry but I don’t seem to ever recall-“ “Just take a good look at me and try to recall. We used to be playmates when we were little. Your parents were busy like mine so they would drop us off at that one daycare.” Your eyes squint as you take a good look at him, “And we went to school together for a little while- I tried stealing your pen-“ Eyes widening you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Now you remember him!

“It’s you! I- How could I forget? Oh my gosh, it seems work has made me forget my younger days!” Covering your mouth to hide a smile you can’t help but laugh a little louder. His face seems upset but eventually melts into a smiling one along with you. For a couple of moments you both laugh and exchange playful banter. Everything in the world is right at that moment.

But once again, your mistakes will catch up with you.

After the laughing dies down he squeezes your hand and places a handle on your stomach. This causes you to shift uncomfortably but you try to play it off as a cramp.

“When the Doctor came to relay your status he told me one bit of information that… you probably didn’t want me to know.”

Oh shit. Oh shit- Your heart fastens and you try to muster out a response but it hitches in your throat. “I-I canexplain p-please let me-“You fumble your words and tears pool up in your eyes.

With an affirmative squeeze to your hand he smiles softly, “It’s okay.”

“But it’s not- I messed up and now-“ You covered face with your hand, attempting to hide yourself away from him.

“And now- we can work this out, together. I promise I will do my best to be a good parent. If you’d just give me a chance- A chance to take care of you and your child. I would do anything to be with you once and for all. Please, Y/n, don’t leave me again.” His hand came up to yours pressed against your face, and slowly removed it from you.

A part of you feels raw, and exposed, yet, this time it’s different. Part of your brain tells you to run from his affection but the other part feels so defeated that you just want to cry into his chest and beg him to stay with you. Lucky for you he was willing to stay with you. Even if you were going to have your kidnapper's baby. Leaning into him you cried out all your sorrows that had been bottled up for the past couple of months. All he could do was rub your back and listen to you cry your heart out.

It felt good to finally tell someone how you truly felt. How much has been troubling you? Although you’re sure if you were to tell this to a professional you’d been locked up….

After you’re done crying you wipe your tears and take a deep breath. Your chest and shoulders feel lighter. The whiplash of everything could hit you later, you couldn’t care less right now. All you wanted to do was eat, stretch, and take a nap.

Scaramouche looked at you dead in the eye and you feared the worst. Was he joking? Did he actually hate you and never want to see you again? Did-

“Goddamit- I dropped my wig…”

You stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing. “That’s a shame! You didn’t look half bad in it~” you joked. “Oh please- You were head over heels for me and you know it!” “Ah, you got me there! Who knew you’d make such a fine girl! If only you could say the same about you know-Ow!” he punched your shoulder gently, but considering your current state it hurt more than he intended. “I’m sorry, Y/n- I-“ He checked the area to see if it was bruised or anything but was immediately met with a flick to the forehead. “Ow-!” “Haha, got you!” “You little-“

Both of your bickering would soon die down as soon as his parents would enter the room. It was obvious how you both turned stiff as boards. Acting as if you weren’t pulling each other’s hair like you once had.

Ei placed some flowers on the bed stand and Miko would sit down on the bed with some sweets in hand. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n.” Ei bowed politely, “I’m not sure if my son had mentioned us to you. If not it’s alright- But we are his parents.” Miko started feeding some cake with a fork as she nodded along. “I’m very happy to see you make my son happy. It used to worry me that my son would die alone-“she feigned a tear falling from her eye. “MOM.” Blush spread across Scaramouche’s face as he crossed his arms. “Ah, excuse me, that’s beside the point! What I mean to say is that you shouldn’t worry about the wedding founding- Your new moms will buy you everything you will need-“ “THATS NOT ANY BETTER!” He exclaimed even redder. She smiled so innocently all while still looking a little confused. Miko finally chimed in, “What she means to say is that she supports you both no matter what. Even if you don’t think she agrees with you,” she turned her head towards him, “she believes you both will make the right choice. We hope you both can treat this as a new beginning. As I like to say, carpe diem!” “You never say that.” Ei tilted her head with a soft smile. “Well, I do now!”

All four of you burst out laughing. You guys talk a little more before they leave for their business dinner. Once again you and Scara are alone.

“Are you really sure you’re okay with marrying a pregnant woman?” “Of course I’m fine with it, since it being you and all.” Rubbing the back of his head he laid his head down on the bed, “Are YOU sure you wanna get married right away? Just because my mom mistook us for dating already doesn’t mean we should skip that part… Plus, what if you don’t like who I am…” You pet his soft purple hair with a smile, “Well, as long as you promise not to be a complete asshole, then I suppose we’ll be just fine!” “You think I’m an asshole?” “Haha, anyways…. What kind of wedding cake should we have? I was thinking of a [favorite flavor] cake! Ooohh and we can look at the different types of venues! Ah, I guess after that we need to plan a baby shower!”

He’d completely tuned you out and just stared at you, lovingly. Your skin glowed perfectly from the artificial light, and that smile of yours was perfect. You no longer looked tired and stressed; instead, you looked happy and not so tired. He couldn’t blame his ex-friend for falling for you. Although he feels a little jealous that he’s seen parts of you that now belong to his eyes only now.

Fingers tap up and down on the bed as if he’s contemplating something. You take notice and tap his shoulder, you ask if he’s listening. Suddenly he gets up- His soft lips are placed against your slightly chapped ones. It’s warm. Your eyes widen in surprise as you slowly melt into the kiss.

Once he pulls away you’re both gasping for air. Out of embarrassment, he hides his face in your neck. He’s embarrassed- you are too. “A-a little warning would’ve been nice. I was talking yknow?” “Shut up before I kiss you again..” You knew he was too embarrassed to do it again so you teased, “Yeah, I think you’d like that-“ Instead of another passionate kiss he instead peppered kisses all over your face. “I hate you.” “I love you, Scara.”

•

The wedding went amazing since his parents had done most of the planning (of course you both directed them) And your baby shower went just as well! Initially, you were both worried a certain someone would catch wind of it- and you’re sure he did. Thankfully the place was heavily guarded (, courtesy of Miko) and was also in a secluded area, along with there being a very strict guest list. You both already knew the gender so the part just consisted of fun baby shower games and many gifts from your friends and families.

You had been getting intensive therapy for the rest of your pregnancy. Those couple of months left you with deeper wounds than you had thought. Of course, you still have trouble with going out on your own and you’ve completely dropped going out (since you’re a mother now ofc) When you do have to go out alone you wear your hair differently each time along with a mask and sunglasses. Whenever someone gets a little too close they happen to get stopped by someone. Your bad dreams usually consist of you trying to run away but your legs move slowly or trying to scream but nothing comes out, and other things you’d rather not discuss...

Your delivery went well and luckily you gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Ei and Miko informed you that you had a week to name him. On the fifth day, you and Scara decided on [name], since you both liked the name and agreed on it. When both of the families came to see him you got the chance to meet Scara’s aunt and sister (who both happened to be named Makoto, although Scara called his sister Raiden since she was “scary”) The boy was blessed with your hair color (he has a red streak through it) but had his fathers eyes. At first, it scared you but with some affirming words from both sides of the family and your lover, you’ve grown to love them.

Some of your friends and family didn’t approve that Scara wasn’t the father, some even berating you and calling you names. The name-calling mostly came from Scara’s side of the family. Area

On your son's first birthday, he spoke his first words. “Mama!” You nearly cried tears of joy when he said that. Scaramouche frowned and pinched the boy's cheeks gently with a huff. Much to his surprise the boy spoke again, “Daddy!” Now both of you were crying tears of joy. You swaddled your boy in the softest blankets before you both cuddled him off to sleep. Both not believing you had been blessed with such a joy.

Once your son has gotten a little older he learned how to say the cat’s name, always gesturing his hands and babbling, “Meowmeow!” The now healthier cat would come to the boy and rub its head against your son accompanied by a purr.

Once he turned two years old you noticed how he started taking after his father, often mimicking him by making an angry face and huffing. All you could do was smile and kiss him while his father pouted behind you both. One time you had joked around with your young son by asking him, “What face does daddy make when he’s angry” and your son crossed his arms with a scowl on his face. You burst out laughing while your husband messed with his hair pretending to be upset.

You went back to work while Scara was a stay-at-home husband. On stressful days you would come home, sore and tired, but the moment your eyes laid on Scara’a resting figure along with your sons. Well, your heart simply melted into mush as you took about 30 pictures of them from all angles. You were convinced that all of the time you spent alone and suffering was worth it for this moment.

It felt like that person was a bad dream- but now, you’re wide awake and ready to face the future with your loving husband, and adorable son.

Gawdamn I don’t stop yapping🙏 If you read all of this ty pookie!! there will be a $10 mil block of gold under your pillow when you wake up 😍😋 I will be writing some hcs (maybe) and a scenario where u encounter kazuha w your kid soon!!! (i promise) Anyways i’m knocking tf out… BAI><!!

♡ taglist: @swivy123

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin fluff #fem!reader #genshin angst #kazuha x reader #pregnant!reader #scaramouche x fem!reader #angst to fluff #stockhom syndrome

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Daddy’s Business

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: Elvis has a little trouble learning how to change his daughter's diaper, but that doesn't mean he won't give up until he gets better.

Warnings: fluff, Elvis being a little anxious, Elvis bonding with his little girl

A/N: This is a request for @arianatheangel-girl. Ariana, my darling girl, I hope you enjoy this little request of Elvis and his little girl. I used the name of Alisa based off of the name that Elvis and Anita Wood wanted to name their daughter if they had one. I also found it pretty cute.

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It was another night at your home at Graceland. You were trying to catch up on much needed rest as you spent the last couple of days bonding with your newborn daughter, Alisa. Finding out that you were pregnant brought on different emotions that you had never experienced before. However, while you were counting down the days until the arrival of your daughter, Elvis was trying to learn everything that he could get his hands on regarding caring for a child. Elvis was at first excited, making sure that you didn’t lift anything heavy or eat the wrong things.

You had to admit that it was endearing to see how much Elvis bragged about his new family, seeing that family meant a lot to him. He would baby proof the house in advance, raving on about how he wanted his little girl to have fun in her new home while also being safe. However, as time grew closer, his excitement took a back seat where fear and anxiety became the forefront of his every thought. He was so worried about whether or not he was going to be a great father, double checking every nook and cranny to ensure that everything was right just for his little daughter.

When you and Elvis brought her home, Elvis wouldn’t let anyone else hold her other than you and him. You would find him sitting in the nursery with her, speaking over her with such adoration. He would speak baby talk to her, beaming as she cooed, balling up her little fists as she watched her father communicate with her. Although he tried his hardest to help out with little things such as feeding and holding her when you were busy around the house, he never seemed to get the hang of changing her diapers.

You were determined to help Elvis with this, calling him into the nursery every time that you had to change her soiled diapers, but he would end up leaving the room, completely clueless with how the entire process worked. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this daddy business.” He sighed, standing next to you on the night in question, watching as you finished feeding Alisa before she was put into her crib. You turned to face him, a frown over your lips as you shook your head. “You’re doing great, honey. Alisa loves you, you’re the entire world in her eyes. However, we definitely need to get you used to changing her diaper.” You giggled, watching as his brow furrowed.

You laid in bed with Elvis, catching up on sleep until you heard Alisa’s little cries through the baby monitor. You groaned, turning over as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. Elvis placed his hand on your arm, muttering that he had it handled before getting up from the bed. “Are you sure? What if she has a wet diaper?” Elvis stopped in his tracks, turning to face you before a smirk crossed his lips. “I think I got it handled.” He chuckled as he headed towards your daughter’s room, seeing her little fists balled up, her cries filling his ears.

One thing for sure, she had a set of lungs on her but Elvis adored that about her. She was his twin from the inside and the outside. “Oh, what’s the matter, yittle? Daddy’s got ya.” Elvis picked her up, pressing little kisses on her cheeks before noticing that she indeed had a wet diaper. What he didn’t know was that you were standing by the door quietly, wanting to be a few steps away should he have any trouble. “Don’t worry, yittle. I’ll have ya cleaned up in a bit. Let me get everything that we need, hm?”

You watched from the door as Elvis grabbed a diaper and some wipes, unsnapping the safety pin that held her diaper together. You chewed on your lip, worrying that he would clam out, but you were soon proven wrong. Elvis folded up the cloth diaper, placing it neatly beside him before cleaning her off with a few wipes. He placed the diaper securely on her bottom, snapping the safety pin together before pulling her night gown back down her legs. “There we go, sweet girl. I bet ya feel better now, don’t cha?” He whispered as he picked Alisa up in his arms.

He turned around to see you standing at the door, a smirk displayed over his lips as he rocked the newborn in his arms. “I may have been wrong about not being cut out for the daddy business. I changed her diaper without any problems.” He whispered, coaxing you closer so that she could get another feeding. As you sat in the rocking chair that sat beside her crib, Elvis placed Alisa into your arms, where you got her latched on to your breast successfully. “I told you, honey. You’re the entire world in her eyes. You could do no wrong.”

Elvis stood proudly, not believing that he was having trouble with a simple task such as changing a diaper. “From now on, I want to be the one to change her. I think I need more practice.” He declared, looking down at his sleeping daughter as she suckled from your breast. Once she was full, you handed her back to Elvis, watching as he patted her back a few times until she burped before laying her back into her crib. He turned the mobile on, backing away from his sleeping daughter before taking you by the hand.

Surely enough, Elvis stayed true to his word, being the only person who would change Alisa’s diaper. Regardless of the time of night, he made it his mission to have the practice that he needed. It didn’t take long for him to become a pro, taking little to no time to get her clean. His excitement was returning, bragging about how he was the only man in his friend circle that could change a baby’s diaper and implored his friends to take some classes to be prepared for when their children arrived.

To think that he was having issues with changing a diaper was the bud of every joke, but once he showed everyone how it was done, there were no more jokes being made at his expense. Elvis was beginning to like the daddy business and you were too.

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#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #daisy’s 1k celebration 🎉#elvis presley x reader #elvis #daisy writes #requested

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littlespacereader · 1 month

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Sorry for the long awaited 10th Doctor fic. I won’t lie, I was really trying to figure out what I was going to write. That’s when I came across this gif! My favorite duo! The Doctor Donna duo! They always had such a fun dynamic in the show that I said to myself “what if they were the reader’s Caregivers?” So please enjoy this cute fic!!

Who Broke The Vase?🏺💙

Caregiver! 10th Doctor, Caregiver! Donna Nobel, & GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - hurt/comfort, DoctorDonna duo are the cutest, stuffie, broken glass, mention of violence at the end (just playful banter no worries), hugs and forehead kisses

Nicknames - Mama for Donna, Papa for The Doctor, space boy for The Doctor, munchkin, little one, little rose, darling

“Are you sure you’re okay here by yourself for a couple of minutes?” Donna grabbed her purse off the counter top and looked over at me.

“Of course! You’re just going around the corner to the Tardis. I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sir Teddy the second to watch me.” I gestured to the stuffie on my left.

I was sitting in the living room, legos spread throughout the floor. I was making the coolest building for Mama when we both heard the sound of the Tardis in the distance.

The Tardis meant Papa was home! He always brings me the coolest gifts or even better he takes Mama and I on the coolest adventures! I wonder what it’s going to be this time.

“Alright, I’ll be back soon with Papa. Don’t you or Sir Teddy the second do anything stupid while I’m gone.” She joked with a wink.

I smirked and rolled my eyes, “We won’t.”

She walked over and placed a kiss to the top of my head and one to Teddy’s head before she left out the front door. “Love you munchkin. Be back soon.”

“Love you too Mama!” I called back to her before the door closed.

The Doctor Donna duo were the farthest thing from a couple. They are what you like to call platonic soulmates. On one of their adventures they met me and were extremely kind and compassionate about my regression.

They surprised me one day and said they would be my Caregivers, not as a couple but as two separate Caregivers both wanting to love and protect me. What more could a Little ask for?

I played with my legos for a little bit but I couldn’t really focus on them. I was so curious to what Papa had been up to since he left. Maybe he found a new alien race? Maybe he solved world peace on another planet? Maybe he saved another spaceship?

Wait! I looked into the kitchen at the fridge. At the very top of the fridge is the picture of the Tardis I drew with a magnet on top to hold it in place. And this isn’t just any drawing! I drew this one especially for Papa!

It’s Mama, Papa and I on the beach with the Tardis resting under an umbrella. Papa would find the Tardis to be so silly! He would absolutely love it!

So onto my feet and off to the kitchen with Teddy I ran! Except when I got to the fridge I had a problem…the drawing was at the vvvveeeerrrrrryyyy top of the fridge and was hard to grab, even on my tippy toes.

This was a problem, but not one I couldn’t figure out. First step was getting something to stand on. Mama has a step stool somewhere…Ah ha! In the pantry!

I grabbed the step stool and brought it to the front of the fridge. But even at the top step it wasn’t enough! Now we had to result to drastic measures. Holding onto the fridge handle with one hand and Teddy with the other, I swung him in the hopes that he would hit the picture and knock it loose.

I hit and hit and hit and with one final swing, the magnet fell and my picture slowly started to drift down. But I also hit something else…

Teddy’s leg managed to snag the handle of the white and blue vase at the top of the fridge. Teddy’s leg snagged it and threw it off the top, shattering it on the floor below.

I stood there on the step stool in total shock. My heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through my mind. One thought stuck and stayed, I am in so much trouble.

I’ve never been in big trouble with my Caregivers before. What were they going to be like? Angry, loud, frustrated?!

Tears started to fall down my face as my beautiful picture landed near the mess. What was I going to do? Was there enough time to clean this mess? Maybe Mama wouldn’t notice the vase missing.

But soon I heard Papa and Mama’s voice in the distance. I couldn’t think, I was just starting to panic. I just started to run, leaving the mess and my picture behind. I grabbed Teddy and ran upstairs to the safety of my room.

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The Doctor swung the door open with his usual grin on his face, “Y/N! I’m home!!”

But instead of seeing his little one run as fast as they could over to him, he was met with a silence. Strange…Y/N is usually happy to see him.

Donna scooted past him and walked into the house worried, “Y/N? Y/N?!” Where had their Little gone?

Donna searched the living room finding the legos left abandoned. The Doctor searched around for any sign of the Little. He paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Donna? Did you have something white and blue made out of glass?” He asked over his shoulder.

“What?” Donna joined the Doctor in the kitchen as they looked over the mess.

Pieces of glass surrounded the fridge and the step stool. On top of the mess laid the picture Y/N had drawn for the Doctor.

The Doctor picked it up and smiled at the picture. He always loved all of Y/N creations. This one was especially funny to him.

“Doesn’t take Sherlock Homes to figure out what happened here.” The Doctor joked.

“You think they’re okay? Maybe they got hurt?” Donna looked around the room frantically.

“No, no, I think they’re okay. If they were hurt they would’ve ran to us right away. I think the accident just scared them.” The Doctor said looking over the pieces. “What was this anyway?”

“It was a vase my mum bought me. I never really liked it but she insisted I have it to lighten up the room. But she doesn’t know that glass and Littles usually don’t mix.” She laughed.

“You’re right about that.” The Doctor stood up and looked to the stairs. “We better see if they’re alright.”

“Hold on just a minute their space boy,” she grabbed his arm. “We need to be on the same page with this. No good Papa, mean mama routine anymore.”

“Well, it was just a vase. One you didn’t even like that much.” He pointed out.

Donna rolled her eyes, “The vase doesn’t matter. What matters is they could’ve gotten serious hurt while we were gone. That’s what we need to focus on with them. Just, follow my lead with this and don’t be mister good guy.”

“I’m not always Mister good guy! I’m stern.”

Donna just riled her head and gave him a look, a look that said ‘you’re the biggest softie there is’. He sighed, “Alright.” He pocketed the drawing before following Donna upstairs.

~~~

And with that the two made their way up stairs. They immediately went into Y/N’s room, their door was wide open but they were missing from the room.

The Doctor Donna duo was about to leave when they heard soft sniffling and sobs from the closet. The Doctor’s hearts and Donna’s singular heart broke hearing the upset Little.

The Doctor carefully opened the closet door and couched down. There in the back of the closet clutching their stuffie sat Y/N, tears running down their face as they cowered away. “I’m sorry! I’m sowry!!”

“Awwww, Y/N it’s alright. Papa and Mama are not angry. Come here, we just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” The Doctor said holding a hand out for them.

But they didn’t move from their spot. They just shook their head, “ ‘m fine.” They said with a broken voice.

Donna took a seat on the ground next to the Doctor, “I know you’re fine darling but Mama is so worried about her little rose. Could you come out so I can make sure my rose isn’t missing a petal?”

The Doctor smiled at Donna, knowing she would only save such a nickname for someone as special as Y/N. Her soft and gentle voice started to relax Y/N a bit. They crawled out of their spot and over to Donna who held her arms out to them. Y/N was then wrapped into Donna arms, getting a big comforting hug from her.

“There we are. You’re okay my little rose. You’re okay.” She whispered as she rocked them back and forth in her arms. Y/N turned and buried their face against her shoulder.

Now, let’s have a look at your arms,” The Doctor leaned over and lifted their arm high up then back down. “Alright this one looks to be okay!”

“And now let’s look at the right arm,” the Doctor did the same thing, overly lifting their arm then bringing it back down. “Everything look alright with me Captain.” The Doctor winked to Donna.

“Thank you sergeant.” She winked back. “We can’t have our best soldier getting hurt now can we?” That brought a small smile to Y/N face.

“Now let’s check on Sir Teddy the Second. Would you mind lifting his left paw?” The Doctor asked.

Y/N had stopped crying, watching the two with amusement as they first examined them then Teddy, making sure they were both okay.

Once the two Caregivers had settled their Little down, it was time to ask the big questions. “What happened to you and Teddy? Why did you leave the living room?”

Y/N expression dropped hearing that they could maybe be in trouble again. “I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to!” They began panicking again.

The Doctor took their hand in his right away. “No, no, no, we’re not angry! We were so worried about you. We thought the worst that maybe you got hurt or cut by the glass.”

Donna wrapped an arm around them, “Darling you know I didn’t like the vase Nan got us. That’s not an excuse to break it, but the vase is not what matters. You’re what matters to me.”

The Doctor decided to help, “Was it to get this beautiful picture for me?” He held the picture in his arms.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah I wanted to give Papa the picture with the Tardis.” They leaned over and pointed on the Tardis under the umbrella. “See, we’re all at the beach and the tardis is resting under the umbrella.”

The Doctor chuckled, “That is hilarious. I could just picture the Tardis resting under an umbrella. It’s a beautiful picture!” He smiled at the picture. But his eyes soon caught Donna’s serious ones.

He cleared his throat and continued on, “But while it is a beautiful photo. It’s not something that should put you in danger.”

“It was at the top of the fridge! I wanted to get it before you came home. So I used Teddy to get it and….the vase fell.” They tried to explain.

“Yessss but you could’ve asked me to grab it before he saw it in the kitchen.” Donna reminded.

“Oh…yeah…” Wow, that all made sense.

The two Caregivers couldn’t help but laugh. “Listen, I think you learned your lesson. Just never do something dangerous like that again please. If you need help with something always ask Papa or me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll never do it again.” They shook their head.

Donna and the Doctor smiled then placed a loving kiss to the top of their head. “Then all is forgive darling.”

The three stood up but immediately Y/N put their arms up and made grabby hands at the Doctor. His face lit up as he picked the Little up and into his arms.

“There we are. Now, let’s see the present Papa brought home for you!”

“Present?!” Y/N’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Straight from 45 BC Rome! You know I met Julius Caesar when I was there?”

“Reallly?! Wooooowwwww! Did you warn him he was about to get stabbed in the back?”

“What?! No! I couldn’t tell him that! It could change history as we know it!”

“That isn’t being a nice friend though.”

“Stabbing him in the back is not being a nice friend, I’m just protecting history.”

Donna couldn’t help but smirk at the two antics. Whether the Doctor liked it or not he was truly a softie when it came to his Little Y/N. But she wasn’t the stern one her mother expected her to be either.

Just like the vase she was breaking the model of what it meant to be a good parent or in this case a good Caregiver.

“I agree darling I don’t think the Doctor was being a good friend.”

The Doctor turned around shocked, “You two?! I can’t win can I?”

Y/N and Donna smiled, “Nope!” They both said together.

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Heyyy!! I hope you're well when you see this. Could you do another reader age regression fic with lady lesso but reader doesnt really understand how age regression works until she has a really bad slip one day and doesnt know whats happening so lesso has to like help her through it and help her understand? And if you could incorporate squishmallows and the tv show Bluey somehow that would be literally amazing but if not thats completely ok! Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!! <333

My lovely anons this is a note for you all. I truly enjoy hearing from you and love sharing my work with you all <3

Anyone but her

*Authors note~ this is such a calming thing for me to write. Lesso would be such a cute momma and I'm going to draw from my own experiences*

Trigger warning~ agere little r, cg lesso, confused r first time regressing, scared anxiety etc

Prompt~see ask^^^^

Truthfully you'd been feeling strange for days. Not quite sure why you continued to push it down and carry on. It was your little secret that you loved stuffed animals and your new recent obsession was squishmallows. Collecting the different types and characters had become some what of an obsession. To you there was nothing wrong with that, after all they were just adorable right? It meant nothing. I mean you'd heard of age regression, but it wasn't something you ever considered for you or even really understood. It was hard for you to even comprehend that you maybe even experiencing it.

Today, you'd woken up feeling stranger than before. Truthfully you were confused you didn't quite feel like you but you didn't feel any different. You'd woken up with your thumb in your mouth, extremely unusual for you. You wouldn't put your blanket down and you were snuggled into your favourite panda squishmallow. This was most definitely not normal for you. Yet you didn't seem able to focus on anything and your brain seemed to be hazy. What was happening? Before you knew it you started to cry.

You not showing up to your classes raised concern with Lady Lesso, she'd been watching you for the past few days, noticing some signs that maybe your be regressing but you seemed to be utterly oblivious to that. Perhaps you didn't feel safe enough to tell her or maybe you didn't even know? Either way, she wanted to know if you were okay. That's why she decided to come and look for you.

She made her way to your dorm and let herself in after you didn't answer her knock. What met her was truly heartbreaking. You were sat in the corner of your room clutching at your panda and blanket sobbing uncontrollably. You looked so small and innocent it was truly heartbreaking. "Y/n?" She murmured and you seemed to be too far gone her voice only making you sob so much harder. "Little one?" She whispered gently coming to sit in front of you. You blinked rapidly trying to clear your eyes from the tears and mumbled "mmm scwrd no no wha haps to mez momma" you gasped at the end. Why had you just called your dean "momma?"

"It's okay little dove you're okay, you're just feeling very small darling, that's okay. Momma is here love" she reassured you not wanting to bother making a deal about you calling her momma. After all you were a little one and you didn't even realise you had done it. "Shall we find you something to watch love? And who is this handsome fella?" She murmured to you coming to wipe the falling tears with the pads of her thumbs. You nodded and whimpered "momma dis koa he mys bwestest frwen" your little smile at the end warmed her heart. "I kays says you momma?" You asked tilting your head in curiosity.

Your pure innocence was truly adorable and she couldn't help but reassure you that it was okay to call her as you saw fit, she would care for you and explain this all to you when you were feeling bigger. That is how you ended up snuggled up on your bed with your head on her chest watching bluey. You felt safe here in her hold and she was constantly reassuring you that it was all okay. She wasn't leaving and you'd always have her.

Word count ~ 715

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lady leonora lesso #cg lesso #leonora lesso x reader #anon request

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matan4il · 11 months

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Good morning, sweet Alice. I haven't read anything yet, so I'm coming in blind. I'm also glad I did send my thoughts in before so this doesn't sound disingenuous. I totally expected this but I'm gonna be honest it hurt my heart a little and here are the scattered reasons I noted.

What was the point of the donor story? Because if this was gonna go this way, all they did was separate Buddie all 6A for no reason. And again, I honestly don't get why it was there. Being the eternal cheerleader, I kept making excuses for the 6A storytelling, but apparently, it was just messy and bad.

They stole our couch metaphor. I'm sorry, but they did!!! All of the symbolism was just wasted. That was a low blow. Along with honestly all of the symbolism since the will reveal. Such wasted opportunities.

I actually don't understand the choice of Marisol and Natalia. They honestly just were extensions of Taylor and Anna again in different packages. Even the undertones of the stories looked like the same format as the latter's.

They robbed Ryan of an amazing opportunity for a coming out story. I honestly don't get what it was building, too, if it was this it. Marisol is adorable, but I don't see any difference from Anna, the actress, or the cute blind date. It just feels weird.

That's the short version. Trust me, you will be my therapist the next few months. I don't think season six will be something I rewatch again for a while. I'm so grateful ABC is taking over and that wasn't just it, because I will say again, just seemed vapid

I do feel optimistic that ABC took it for a reason, and a small part of that is the investment in Buddie. Don't get me wrong, it's all an investment, but the rest are pretty settled storylines. So fingers crossed!!

Also, just to make you laugh. ABC if you are reading... I wouldn't be mad if you opened with Kameron and Buck platonically raising BK Jr. (Buck Jr) together. Just some chaotic besties who Mother Maryed a baby. And Eddie spends all his time with his best friend and said baby because also, why not raise another kid together. Then they fall in love, and Kameron wants to get her groove back, and Buddie are overly gay protective big brothers about it all. Till one day, it's Ravi at the door. Then Kamerone and Ravi with Buddie raise kids and build an apartment empire together!!!!

Hello, my lovely darling! *hugs* Thank you for sending your thoughts! If you've read my 618 meta by now, you probably know that I feel very similarly to you...

I've mentioned that I see three possible scenarios for how s6 was shaped, and IDK which one we witnessed. Did the donor story play out as it was meant to, or was its ending changed in a rush? IDK, but the way it ended up playing out, the only thing it tied with is Natalia's name, which tells us they planned for her to be at the birth as soon as she was introduced. And I would be devastated if we found out that this was the planning all along, since 6a. If it was meant to be progress for Buck, it wasn't quite like how they wanted to present it, 'coz once more he was going above and beyond for others, regardless of the personal toll for himself, and then at the end it tied in with a romantic r/s that seems to be the same type of mistake, of jumping in with his whole heart into a commitment before he's sure, based on time and getting to know each other, not fantasy, that this girl really is who he wants to buy furniture together with...

Yep, I said the same in my meta about Natalia and Marisol. 911 literally hit the same beats with them, with even less investment in these LI's. And while Marisol was cute in her phone call, she and Eddie had even less of a build up than either Felisa (the actress) or Vanessa (the blind date).

It would be my honor to be here as your therapist until we get s7. ;) *hugs even more* Trust me, I think we all need that. But yes, endlessly happy that ABC took the show and I wanna believe they understand exactly how much letting Buddie go canon would benefit them and their new investment.

LMAO That was one wild ride, you should def write that as a fic! Sending you all the love. And as always, my ask tag. xoxox

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yandere-caesar · 2 years

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Black Tourmaline- Does the yandere want to protect darling or harm them?

Do you have a list of who you think would?

Sure! But I feel like some of them would fall into some other categories so I will include that too. Something to note too is that I can see some of the protective yanderes possibly hurting darling as punishment or under certain circumstances, but I am going with only characters that would get some kind of enjoyment out of harming darling specifically for the harm list. Also I wasn’t sure what characters you wanted for this so I just wrote everyone I could think of.

WARNING: mentions of noncon, forced pregnancy, unhealthy relationships, violence, death, abuse, slimes eating things, dismemberment, Jojolion spoilers, and yandere themes

Wants to harm darling:

Secco and Cioccolata- Kind of an obvious one. This is kind of their whole thing. They probably won’t kill their darling because it would end their fun, but any other way of making them suffer isn’t off the table.

Diavolo- He is one of the yanderes that might actually end up killing his darling due to paranoia and wouldn't even feel bad about it.

Melone- Would do it for sexual reasons of some kind. Also would probably force a darling that can to get pregnant to do so against their will.

The D'Arby brothers: Both of them would want darling's soul or at least want the threat of taking it hanging over them. They think it's cute when their darling is scared like this.

Mariah: Definitely has a sadistic side and might use her stand on her darling for fun or to mess with them.

Rubber Soul: Another yandere that thinks it's cute when darling is scared of him. He might put some of Yellow Temperance on them but withdraw it before it can do anything lethal. He would taunt them the entire time.

Hazamada: He would also hurt darling for sexual reasons. It would help him feel better about himself and he would get off on the power trip.

Terunosuke Miyamoto: Canonically sadistic and his entire stand is based around fear.

Illuso: I see him as sadistic.

Gwess: Also sadistic. Loves to watch her darling beg for mercy in a cute voice though, which might make her go easier on them.

Donatello: He would get some satisfaction taking things out on his darling.

Thunder McQueen: He would want his darling to die with him.

Tamaki Damo: He likes lording over people and seems kind of sadistic to me.

Miraschon: Would probably love to see her darling lose everything they possibly can and have that look of despair on their face when it's all gone.

Tamami Kobayashi: Has no problem hurting his darling and probably gets some kind of satisfaction from it.

Andre Boomboom: He's just a little bitch.

Lisa Lisa: Would probably be darling's hamon coach and would see it as a sign that she is challenging them. She wouldn’t hesitate to harm her darling or put them in danger if it means they are learning something. She would step in if it was getting out of hand though.

Joshu: He would sexually abuse his darling and he is a REALLY horrible person in general.

Rohan: I can see him having a sadistic side and wanting to put his darling in their place even if they are doing everything they can to make him happy.

Aya: Kind of similarly to Lisa Lisa, I think she would be the kind of yandere to hurt her darling if it meant bettering them in some way and would be happy to do it for this reason.

Akira: Another yandere that would think darling is cute when they are scared.

Magent Magent: Would probably hurt his darling just for fun.

Kaato: Is not above harming her darling and takes satisfaction in putting them in their place, but also takes satisfaction in it because she sees it as bettering them.

Keicho: Enjoys hurting darling because of the power trip it gives him, but tries to justify it with an excuse every time. Maybe darling wasn’t doing the dishes the right way. Or maybe they took a second to come downstairs when he called them.

Ojiro Sasame: Extremely sadistic. He would get off to bringing his darling as close to dying as possible without killing them.

Scarlet Valentine: Canonically sadistic.

Jolyne: Likes hurting darling because she sees their fear as a way to make sure they stay. If darling is too scared to leave then they won’t leave her, right?

Mike O: Would preemptively hurt his darling to show them how harshly he can punish them.

Daiya: Uh.....I don’t think I even have to explain this one.

Wants to protect Darling:

Jonathan: He never wants to see his darling get hurt. Extremely protective. It would take extreme circumstances to even make him think of hurting darling and he wouldn't even punish them with anything that isn't putting up more locks and things to keep them in.

Speedwagon: He would do anything to protect darling and would follow them around and stalk them to keep them safe.

Will Zeppeli: Would manipulate his darling, but would never even dream of laying a finger on them.

Dire: Loves darling too much to hurt them.

Straizo: Wouldn't even feed on his darling after he becomes a vampire.

Erina: Same as Jonathan. Even as yanderes these two just be like that.

Joseph: Seeing his darling being unhappy makes him upset. He would lock them away, but he would make sure he takes care of them.

Norisuke: One of the more lenient yanderes. He will punish his darling at some point if they push him far enough, but does not want to cause them harm. He is fine with hurting anyone that gets too close to darling however.

Prosciutto: He will boss darling around and threaten them, but wouldn’t want physical harm to come to them. He sees it as his job to protect them and take care of them even if he is mean to them while doing it.

Pesci: Wants a happy loving relationship with darling and would feel horrible if something happened to them.

FF: Again, loves darling too much to hurt them even if she doesn’t really understand it.

Giorno: Doesn’t want to harm darling and has no reason to. It’s almost impossible for darling to really escape him after all.

Mista: He will threaten to hurt his darling, but he would never act on it. Even if he tries to the bullets would refuse to let any harm come to them and would give away how he really feels.

Caesar: He is protective to the point where every else who tries to get too close to darling just seems to....vanish suddenly.

Karera: An extremely clingy and possessive yandere, but she would never want to hurt her darling.

Kars: He probably sees darling as fragile and helpless even if they aren't.

Whamu: Will do anything to protect the person he loves.

Esidisi: Just like Joseph, he doesn't like seeing his darling upset. He will also keep them close at all times and never let them out of his sight.

Santana: Has no reason to hurt his darling but every reason to hurt people he feels threatened by because they are getting to close to something that belongs to him.

Hato: She is fiercely protective of her darling to the point where she is paranoid.

Jogngalli A.: His darling is everything to him and he could never hurt them. He would keep them with him constantly so that he could have them for support, but also to make sure nothing happens to them.

Okuyasu: Would never hurt his darling, but would fight anyone who he sees as a threat and The Hand is still a powerful stand despite it’s user.

Suzie Q: Will kill anyone who is a threat to her relationship with a smile, but will be a sweetheart to her darling.

Jotaro: Would only hurt his darling as a last resort and even then he would feel extremely guilty. He will completely isolate them from the outside world though and might attack or kill people that even so much as think of finding them. Anyone who actually does manage to hurt his darling is pretty much dead.

Kei: Her main goal is to protect her darling. While she will hurt her darling as a last resort, she really doesn’t want to do it.

Polnareff: A himbo simp.

Vanilla Ice: Void simp.

Weather Report: Has no desire to hurt his darling at all.

Tonio: He just wants to make his darling happy and cook good food for them even if he has to protect them from everything.

Hol Horse: Wouldn't hurt someone he cares about but wouldn't hesitate to shoot the competition if he needs to.

Yuya: He loves all his partners and would do anything to keep them safe! Darling is no exception to this.

Holy (part 8): Sees her darling as an object that she wants to keep to herself, but because of this wouldn’t want to accidentally “break them”.

Hat Josuke (part 8): Would never try to hurt his darling, but wouldn’t show any mercy to people that want to.

Mikitaka: He would do everything he can to make his darling love him, but would never resort to hurting them, especially when he has ways to restrain them without causing them harm.

N'Doul: Darling probably caught his attention by being kind to him in some way, so he will replay that with undying devotion.

Koichi: Doesn’t want to hurt darling at all but isn’t above stalking them and trying to isolate them.

Holy (part 3): An EXTREMELY manipulative yandere, but she mostly just wants to take care of her darling.

Rikiel: Harming is darling would be a horrible thing to do and he would do everything he could to keep darling with him without hurting them. He might if he was forced into it, but only if he tried everything else first and he would try to make it up to them later in some way.

Oingo: He doesn't want anything bad to happen to darling. Even if he means he has to trick some people.

Anubis: Since his darling is probably his user, he quite literally wants them to use him to protect themselves and will gleefully make his darling cut down anyone that disrespects them.

Pucci: He either worships his darling or feels extremely protective of them. Either way he would never let harm come to them.

Imposter Captain Tennile: While he will lie to his darling, he won't hurt them. Blue Moon will probably follow darling around like a lost puppy and will bite people that come too close.

Steely Dan: Will make his darling watch as he hurts the people around them that "got in the way of what they have" and will make them cut everyone out of their life, but won't try to cause them any physical harm.

Cameo: I see him as yet another simp for some reason. Idk he just gives off those vibes.

Midler: So protective that she will kill everyone around darling so that they can be together and live happily without any problems.

Formaggio: He might think it’s funny to shrink darling and put them in a bottle so that they can’t leave, but he wouldn’t actually hurt them. He might threaten them, but he probably wouldn’t act on it.

Chaka: While he is paranoid and constantly on edge, he wants to make sure his darling is ok.

Squalo and Tiziano: Neither of them want to hurt darling and neither of them have any reason to. After all, they can’t go and get help if Talking Head won’t let them.

Diego: Darling is the only person he has left. He would die for them.

Yasuho: More of a stalker yandere, but will do everything she can to keep her darling safe.

Bruno: Will do anything to keep his darling safe and seeing them get hurt would break his heart. This can make him paranoid though and he is not above unzipping darling’s limbs to make sure they don’t try to leave. What if something happened to them?!

Dolomite: He just wants to have a happy life alone with darling. He wouldn’t want to do anything to cause them harm or upset them.

Blackmore: He will do anything for the person he loves, even if it means killing anyone who might possibly hurt them.

Josuke: I actually don’t think he would hurt his darling even with his healing abilities. He just doesn’t seem like someone that would like seeing his darling in pain even if that pain doesn’t last very long. But he wouldn’t be above nearly killing anyone that gets in his way before bringing them back from the brink with Crazy Diamond and possibly disfiguring them out of rage.

Aisho Dainenjiyama: Genuinely loves his darling. He would get really upset if they were hurt.

L.A. Boomboom: He wouldn’t even think of hurting his darling and he could probably use his stand to immobilize them without harming them.

Gyro: Will mostly be trying to win darling over and get them to love him. He doesn’t want to harm them unless he absolutely has to and he won’t enjoy it.

Mitsuba: She is too scared that her darling will leave her to hurt them.

A. Phex Brothers: Wouldn’t hurt their darling but also wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that gets in their way.

Doppio: He loves his darling so much that he is even willing to protect them from the Boss if he needs to. This will probably be done by trying to talk Diavolo down though and if the two of them have fallen for the same person, this might actually prevent Diavolo from killing them if/when he gets paranoid. Well...might anyway. But on the flip side he is really hard to escape from because he seems to always know when his darling is trying to leave and he is easy to develop stockholm syndrome for because of how well he treats his darling.

Trish: Probably wouldn’t hurt her darling. She would be more likely to resort to other means to keep them with her.

Wu: He is a cautious, manipulative, and paranoid yandere. He will slowly try to remove things from his darling’s life that might be hurting them or causing distress and will go to any length to do this. But it’s all to protect his darling and even if they find out what he is doing, he still wouldn’t hurt them.

Fugo: I actually don’t think he would enjoy hurting his darling. He might do it by accident, but he would feel horrible about it afterwards and hate himself.

Mountain Tim: He would never hurt the person he loves and would prefer to use his stand to tie them up.

Josefumi: Is very devoted to his darling’s well being and wouldn’t hurt them.

Jobin: His darling is one of the most important things in his life and he would resort to pretty much anything to make sure they are safe.

Anasui: THE KING OF SIMPS.

Both:

Avdol: He doesn't actively try to hurt darling, but he can't help how beautiful they are when he's using fire to restrain them. He will get really flustered and apologize as he treats their burns later.

Kakyoin: He wouldn't go out of his way to hurt darling and would ideally want them to love him back and be a perfect partner, but he would also enjoy watching them squirm as Hierophant forces itself inside their body as punishment. He might even get off to it while darling is forced to watch. He is also violently protective and has no problem killing anyone that he sees as a threat. Definitely one of the more terrifying yanderes for anyone that tries to approach darling or help them.

Narancia: He is more likely to hurt people around him than his darling, but if they piss him off enough he isn’t above doing it and wouldn’t be sad about it if it means darling just spends more time with him while they recover.

It depends:

Urban Guerrilla: Another canonically sadistic character, but only to humans. I don't think he would ever hurt his darling if they were another Rock Human. If they were another rock human, he would put them on a pedestal and worship them.

Dio: He is less likely to hurt an innocent or loyal darling that has gotten him to really open up and will be fiercely protective of them. But if his darling is more defiant and goes against him, he would be extremely sadistic and revel in absolutely breaking them in any way he can.

Kira: He would probably be tempted to take darling's hands off of their body at some point, but might not act on it since he can just kidnap them if they are extremely important to him and he is sure he won't get caught. He would prefer a quiet domestic life after all.

Ringo: He would probably have the desire to duel his darling, but would never act on it because he also doesn't want to lose them.

Risotto: He won’t hurt an obedient darling for any reason and will do whatever he can to keep them safe, but has no issues with punishing a disobedient one and it gives him an excuse to pick up his darling and carry them while they are recovering from the iron loss.

Miu Miu: If her darling is good she will be caring and kind to them. She will also give them warnings before using violence. But if they still continue to act out after that, she won’t hesitate to hurt them and will be ruthless until she thinks they have learned their lesson and will want to hurt them as much as she can.

Hot Pants: Another very vindictive yandere. If darling goes against her she will punish them harshly and take satisfaction in it, but they need to actually give her a reason to.

Wants darling to hurt them:

Abbacchio: Won’t hurt his darling and won’t even try to fight back if they hurt him after he locks them in without any escape. He will just sit there and take it. He knows what he’s doing is wrong and he deserves it. But he just can’t lose anyone else. Maybe if darling hurts him enough he might be able to forgive himself.

Devo: Wants his darling to hurt him because he is a masochist and will bait them into doing it constantly.

Other:

Ungalo: Doesn't really know WTF he is doing or what he wants aside from the fact that he wants darling.

Toru: A master at manipulation. He wants darling to fall right into his hands of their own free will. Once he has them he will keep them safe from everything while never even letting them know. He would prefer it if his darling never finds out what is going on behind the scenes. That being said, if this plan falls apart and darling starts poking around too much, Wonder of U is a pretty nasty stand and it will activate on it's own. It isn't that Tooru is trying to hurt them, but he is indifferent to it if they brought it on themselves by being too nosy. He doesn't want to hurt darling, but he also doesn't care if they accidentally get hurt either.

Yukako: Canonically has no problem with hurting her darling, but it doesn’t seem like she would resort to this if her darling does as they are told and hurting her darling doesn’t seem like one of her goals really, just a means to an end.

Ghiaccio: Won’t feel guilty if he hurts darling, but also just gets annoyed that they won’t listen to him and he doesn’t exactly enjoy it either.

Johnny: Like Toru, he likes to rely on manipulation to keep darling from leaving. He will use every trick in the book from gaslighting to guilt tripping. He is very effective with this, but if for some reason it isn’t enough he also won’t hesitate to injure his darling so they can’t escape anymore. He will be cold and indifferent about it at this point.

Wekapipo: Might use Wrecking Ball on his darling if they are trying to escape, but would probably try to make sure it doesn’t hurt them too much beyond giving them left-half ataxia. It’s debatable how much this counts as harm, but he would be indifferent to it.

Mamezuku: Very cold about everything including his darling, Will hurt them if he has to and feel absolutely nothing, but won’t really enjoy it either.

Dr Ferdinand: Probably wouldn’t harm his darling, but might turn them into a dinosaur for a while to stop them from leaving if he has to.

Yoshikage Kira (part 8): Will harm his darling, but again will do so in a very cold and matter of fact way. He doesn’t really feel anything when he does it.

Yotsuyu Yagiyama: He is willing to resort to anything to get his darling to stay with him and while this includes hurting them, I don’t think he would really enjoy it.

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 2 years

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Asking for a dilfbur x reader where the reader just moved and Wilbur is their neighbour :))

The (Cute) New Neighbour

(she/her prns used)

Yn recently moved to Brighton for college and to escape her strict family. Yn had h/c h/l hair and the most gorgeous e/c eyes. Her mother constantly told her that with her face, all the boys were destined to worship her, but Yn didn't want a boy.

Yn desired a man. someone with the balls (literally and figuratively) to have a family with her, someone who would adore her for her passions rather than her body.

Yn pulled up to the side of the road in front of her new home, which was far too close to another's for her comfort. After turning off her car, Yn slid out and retrieved the suitcases from the back seat; the rest of her belongings were already meant to be here...hopefully. Yn quickly crossed the street, almost dropping her luggage. "Do you need any help ma'am?" Yn jumped at the sound of the voice before turning, "sorry, I didn't mean to spook you." Yn nodded, her gaze fixed on the man. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," she replied, blushing. He stepped up to Yn with a large smile on his face and shook his head slightly, making his brown curls shake slightly. "Here, let me hold them until you get your door open..you need shove it a little," the male said as he took Yn's luggage so she could unlock the door. When the door opened, Yn returned to the male and said, "Thank you, Mr..." "Wilbur Wilbur soot" Yn went to open her mouth to say when a little girl ran up to them and said, "Daddy daddy." Yn's heart melted at the sight of the little girl. "And who is this nlittle darling," Yn knelt down. "This is my daughter Willow...Willow say hello to" "Yn Ln but you can call me n/n" Willow stepped out from behind Wilbur "you're really pretty Miss. n/n" "why thank you Willow you're very pretty too"

Willow quickly hid her face in Wilbur’s leg making Wilbur laughed and leaned down to stroke his daughter's blonde hair, which will most likely turn brown as she grows older. Yn rose up, still beaming at Willow.

Yn grabbed her bags "thank you for the help Mr.Soot but I must go get unpacked" Wilbur frowned but soon covered it up with a smile "oh of course sorry to keep you, if you need anything im just next door"

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It's been a few weeks since Yn's run-in with Wilbur, and she'll occasionally be sitting on her front steps and see him walking by with Willow, sometimes with an older male and a younger male, and she'll wave and he'll wave back, sometimes the younger blonde will shove Wilbur playfully, causing Wilbur to ruffle the boys hair.

Yn hasn't seen Wilbur in a couple of days, he's probably been busy getting Willow ready for school, which is what Yn was doing right now since she has school in the morning. She laid out her outfit and bookbag, making sure she had all of her books.

Before sneaking out her back door. Yn felt lonely as she laid beneath the stars, maybe she'll get a dog OOO maybe a cat When Yn felt her phone buzz on her thigh, she took it out of her front pocket and answered it carelessly, "Yn honey, how are you?"

Yn sighed deeply. "Hi, how are you doing, mom?" "I'm good sweetheart," Yn nodded as she sat up and picked at the grass. "Have you found any boys yet?" Yn rolled her eyes but came to a halt as they came to rest on a window.

The blinds were not drawn, allowing Yn to look straight at Wilbur, who was sitting in bed with his chest exposed as he rubbed his eye, while Willow was getting into bed. Willow looked out the window, making eye contact with Yn, and Yn smiled and waved.

Wilbur looked out the window as Willow waved back. "Yn hun?" Wilbur waved as Yn replied and waved back, "oh sorry mum, what was that?" Her mother chuckled and said good night before hanging up.

Yn hung up and stuffed her phone back into her pocket before getting up and going inside to her bedroom, where she slowly drifted asleep. Even though she went to bed at 11 p.m., which was a reasonable hour for her, the morning arrived way too quickly for Yn, and she felt exhausted. Yn forced herself to awaken and get dressed.

Yn grabbed her bookbag and checked her watch, knowing she'd be late if she didn't hurry. Yn hurriedly closed her door and dashed down her steps, looking both ways before sprinting across the street and unlocking her car, which she slipped into and turned on.

Yn rushed through the nearly empty hallways, drawing strange stares, but she ignored them as she sneaked into her first class of the day, thank goodness the teacher was still working through ice breakers. Before it was her turn, Yn sat in the back and listened to the others.

Yn froze when her gaze fell on Wilbur's gorgeous brown eyes. "hi, im Yn L/n uh er" Yn tightened up "s-sorry I umm" she glanced around the class everyone was watching "students eyes forward" Wilbur's voice boomed throughout the class, causing all students to turn away from Yn.

"Class, please use this time to get to know the folks you're sitting next to," Wilbur said as he knelt down next to Yn, "hey calm down Yn easy breathe." Yn nodded and tried to calm herself down. "How's Willow?" Yn asked quietly, her eyes closed and her head resting on the desk in front of her. "She misses you and wants to see you real soon." Wilbur answered, "really?" Yn grinned and tilted her head towards him. "I think she likes you more than me," he remarked, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Bring her over tonight," Yn replied quietly, not wanting the other students to hear. Wilbur smiled and nodded, "I'll let her know," Yn replied with a smile and a nod. Wilbur leaned in and whispered, "That outfit looks really pretty on you."

Wilbur rose from his spot and returned to his desk, leaving a flushed Yn dying in her seat. "OK class, I need to call my daughter, you have the rest of the class off," Wilbur remarked before turning around and lifting his phone to his ear.

The most of of the class, including Yn (who had finally gathered herself), left, but not before waving farewell to Wilbur and then being flushed again.

Yn ran home and quickly tided up, throwing all the cardboard boxes to the corner, looking through her fridge for something to make but finding nothing, Yn began to bite their nails, should she order pizza? ...chinesse? ...mexican?

Yn took out her phone and placed an order for pizza and sushi. Yn sat on the couch tapping her foot while waiting for the doorbell to ring. She dashed out the door and discovered Wilbur and Willow holding the food, more Wilbur than Willow. Willow was only holding one box.

Yn opened the door wider to let them in. Willow removed her shoes and dashed towards the kitchen, Yn was visably confused. "All these houses are built the same," Wilbur said softly as he followed his daughter. After him, Yn nodded.

On Yn's little couch, they all managed to fall asleep. Wilbur was laying on the couch with one leg dangling from the side and the other dangling from the couch's end. Willow was on Wilbur's chest, still awake, and Yn was squashed between Wilbur and the back of the couch.

"daddy," Yn heard Willow Whisper and felt shaking, then heard a faint hum, "yes Willow," Wilbur said, "will Yn be my new mommy?" "That's up to Yn hun," Wilbur said as he put his arm tighter around Yn. "I like miss Yn daddy," Willow exclaimed cheerfully. "It's the same for me Willow, now go back to sleep" "Daddy" Willow spoke again, almost making Yn burst out laughing "yes princess?" Wilbur replied. Yn didn't stay up to hear the rest of the conversation.

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Yn awoke with small arms around her legs and arms around her waist. "Yn hun wake up, it's time for you to go to the airport," someone shook her shoulder. Yn awoke expecting to find herself in the arms of her cute new neighbour, but she was completely incorrect.

She was in her old bedroom again and felt the urge to cry.

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trucbiduleschouettes · 9 months

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"Say, Songbird," Navi started, eyes opening lazily to look up at Katellig's face above her, "Don't ya think I should get a new name?"

Katellig's hand in her hair pauses for a moment, and Navi can't help but snort at the faint blush rising on the marine's cheeks, her thoughtful expression turning embarrassed.

"Don't overthink it Darling, I ain't asking ya to propose."

"I didn't think you were." Katellig answers quickly, a bit too quickly in fact for it to be the truth, her golden eyes staring down at Navi accusingly.

She truly was far easier to read than she seemed to believe, Navi thinks, nuzzling her head against the aasimar's hand impatiently. As she does, Katellig's fingers start gently scratching her scalp again and Navi finds herself purring contently.

"Are you going to elaborate on your trail of thought?" Katellig asks eventually, after a comfortable silence had settled on between them.

"Hmm hmm. Maybe. Interested?" Navi asks lazily, snuggling more comfortably against Katellig's thigh under her head.

"Can't deny I am."

The marine sounds almost annoyed at herself for admitting it.

Chuckling, Navi takes Katellig's free hand and brings it to her lips, giving it a light kiss followed by a playful nibble.

In response, the woman pinches her nose and orders her to behave.

Navi laughs; if there's one order she never listened to, it sure was this one.

"I was just thinkin'-" she continues, shifting a little to wrap her arms around Katellig's waist and nuzzles closer, "Pirates do tend to be known by various nicknames, yeah?"

"Not always, but in most cases, yes. Although often nicknames given by others carry more weight. One who name themselves would appear too eager to gain a reputation instead of taking the time to build it, and-"

"Ya know your lessons, huh?" Navi chuckles, feeling Katellig's reproachful gaze on her. "Don't be upset birdie, I wasn't mocking ya. It's cute."

"I'm not cute."

"Sure, if that's what ya wanna tell y'self." Navi snorts, rolling her eyes as Katellig's hand lightly tug at the handful of her hair she was now holding. "Oh, playing rough, Songbird? How naughty of ya."

"Hush."

Katellig’s impressive scold loses its impact due to the heavy blush creeping down her neck, but Navi is wise enough to keep that thought to herself, simply giving the woman an innocent smile in return.

Soon enough, the hand in her hair is back to gently massaging her scalp to appease it from the sharp tug.

"You want to be known then?"

"Not necessarily. Not known-known, I haven't done anything to be worth it yet, ya know? Once I find my dad and join his crew, perhaps. Till then? I'm fine being small fry, to just keep ya on ya toes."

"Am I your personal babysitter, now?" Katellig asks flatly, pinching Navi’s exposed waist. "I won't always be here to save the day, Nav'."

"And when that time comes, I'll find myself with a rope 'round my pretty lil neck." Navi sighs dramatically. "Good thing I can go without breathing for a good while, huh?"

The joking attempt is lost however as Katellig's expression hardens, and the woman's hand leaves her hair. The golden eyes look away from Navi’s mismatched ones, glaring at the wall instead.

For being her supposedly enemy, that woman sure didn't want to see her hanged.

"Aw, ya care 'bout me, darling?"

"Oh, shut up." Katellig curses -a surprisingly rare occurrence- and Navi chuckles, giving her thigh a light bite.

"Relax. I won't die, ‘m too busy to find the time for that just yet. Besides, I like keeping ya bed warm-"

"Back to business." Katellig cuts her quickly.

"I'd say ya my business tonight. If ya up for another round-"

"Navi. What do you want me to do?”

"Well, get your hands-"

"I meant about your original question, Gaerson."

"Oooh, calling me by my father 's name now? Exciting."

"You're impossible." Katellig scolded, pushing Navi off her laps to lay back down in bed, wrapping herself in the blanket and stubbornly turning her back to her, seemingly wanting to sleep.

Her sulking attempt does not last long however as Navi wraps her arms around her, pulling her close.

"Don't be mad at me, lil' birdie." She soothes her, burying her face into Katellig's warm shoulder with a content sigh.

"I just really like ya. I tease people, when I like 'em."

“You must truly like me, then.”

The tone is sarcastic but there is a questioning look in Katellig’s eyes as she turns to look at her. Navi smiles, all fangs out.

“I wouldn’t be in bed with ya if I didn’t, would I?”

“Right. You really like my ass, I get it.” Katellig says flatly, kicking her from under the blanket, and Navi laughs before stealing a kiss from her.

“Don’t forget ya awful personality. I really like that, too.”

“You really are a romantic, huh.”

“Oh? Is it romance ya looking for with me, now?”

“So, names.” Katellig clears her throat, avoiding the question.

Navi doesn’t mind nor care for an answer, anyway.Nuzzling back into Katellig’s arms, she hums in agreement.

“Names, yeah. What d’ya think mine should be?”

“Greatest Annoyance.”

“Ahah. Ya should be the Empire's new jester, cracking jokes like that.”

“No thanks.”

Katellig makes a face at her. Navi understands; neither of them were born in the Empire, their true home being elsewhere; herself at sea, and Katellig back on her little island. Or a better ship, perhaps. Maybe she could convince her to become a pirate, one day.

…Doubtful. That woman was too much of a people pleaser to follow in her brother’s footsteps and leave the profession.

“Can’t call me Songbird, this one is for ya.” Navi muses instead, drawing swirly shapes over Katellig’s skin with one of her claws.

“I figured. Gwelan?”

“What does it mean?”

“Seagull.”

“You do have some white feathers.”

Navi stares blankly at Katellig’s serious expression. A second later, the two of them start to laugh like children sharing a bad joke.

“Ya really ain’t taking me seriously, huh?”

“I am, I am.” Katellig promises, apologising with a kiss on her shoulder. Navi is quick to forgive her, pulling her into a proper kiss, which doesn’t take long to turn into more.

For a while the naming matter is pushed aside, though Navi enjoys the various ways Katellig ends up calling her name. It’s only once they have moved to the bathroom for a much needed bath that the subject arose once again.

“I don’t think a name related to green would be strategic. You’d just sound sickly, rather than impressive.” Katellig states, pulling her hair up into a towel. Navi grins, taking the opportunity to bite her nape, only to be whacked in the arm.

“I won’t leave a mark.” She pouts, resting her chin on Katellig’s shoulder instead,“And I ain’t agreeing with that, songbird. After all, jade is green, so are emeralds and it’s always nice to steal some, ya know?”

“So go by ‘the Jade Thief’, then.”

“Sounds too delicate. I need something more impactful. The old cunt was Windrider, dad is Stormbringer, it ain’t easy living up to that sorta legacy, ya know?”

“Believe it or not, I do.”

“Ah! I met ya dad before, that sure ain’t an easy one to please either, when it comes to reputation, huh?”

The meeting in question was the man furiously throwing her into the cell of a ship, promising to see her hanged before she could be the next Stormbringer.

And here she was, sleeping with his daughter. Funny, how life worked in mysterious ways sometimes. Not that Navi would complain- she had always enjoyed this sort of irony.

“Windrider, Stormbringer…” Katellig is now muttering to herself, clearly thinking about the matter seriously.

“Don’t ya dare suggest the Angry Seagull.”

“It wouldn’t cross my mind. What about-”

A knock at the door cuts her short before she could share her idea.

This late in the evening? It couldn’t be the Innkeeper, Navi had made sure to give him a tip in advance, in case of noise complaints.

Troubles, then? Or…

The two exchange a knowing look, Navi mouthing that she’ll hide in the bathroom.

Nodding, Katellig puts on a dressing gown that she ties tightly around her, and goes to check the door.

Though she cannot see who it is from her hiding spot, Navi immediately recognises the origin of the disturbance- Ian Louët, Katellig’s father.

Troubles, indeed.

Resisting the urge to cause a scene by dramatically exiting the bathroom, she instead focus her attention on the discussion a few steps away.

“-No, I’m alright. I was just about to head to bed, I- no, I do not have any company. I just… No, sir.”

Navi grimaces.

It sounded awkward, to refer to your own father as “sir” even in private. Would her own father ask her that once they met, when they were not in front of the crew?

Gods, she hoped not.

Her feathers puffing slightly in displeasure, she sneaks closer to the slightly ajar door, making sure not to let the wood creak under her weight. What was he saying, now?

“I heard you let the woman escape.”

Ah, right, the escape.

Navi must admit, she had gone a bit far this time by knocking Katellig unconscious.

The plan had been to make it look like she had attacked her and stolen the keys, not wanting to incriminate the woman too much. It seemed Katellig’s father was starting to have doubts, however. Smart man.

Bad news for Katellig, though. And for herself, to some extent. Perhaps she’ll have to avoid crossing Katellig’s path at sea for a little while. Pity.

“I’m sorry.”, she hears Katellig apologise. “I won’t let it happen again. The Stormchaser will-”

“Stormchaser?”

From her hiding spot, Navi smiles.

“Yes. Since she is known to be Stormbringer’s daughter, and is seemingly seeking him, I thought-”

“You’re not paid to think about anything but how to catch her and keep her locked, Katellig. So start working on it, instead of musing uselessly.”

“...Yes, Sir.”

A heavy silence follows. Navi waits, holding her breath.

Finally, the conversation starts again but she cannot hear most of it, the man’s tone quieter and a bit more fatherly. She wonders what kind of expression Katellig must have been making, for him to soften.

Oh, how tempting it feels, to just jump out dramatically and steal her away right in front of him. No, not yet. Another day, perhaps. If Katellig sounds willing.

“I will see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to write to your mother.”

“I’d never. I’ll post it first thing in the morning.”

“Good..”

“Goodnight, Sir.”

“Rest well, Katellig.”

Navi can’t help but glance through the crack of the door. Katellig’s back is turned to her, but she catches a glimpse of the man giving his daughter’s shoulder a firm pat before leaving.

Katellig seems to slouch under the weight of the touch, and Navi wonders if the man truly is worth the burden. Ah, well. If Katellig wasn’t ready to become the second family disappointment, it wasn’t her business.

She waits for the door to close before quietly sneaking outside the bathroom and wraps her arms around Katellig’s waist, pulling her close enough to rub their cheeks together with a pur.

Once Katellig feels more relaxed against her, Navi’s teasing nature take over.

“So, Stormchaser?” She asks, grinning against Katellig’s neck.

She could swear she feels the woman’s pulse quicken and her skin grow warm against her at that.

“You don’t have to keep it. I just… improvised.” The marine mutters, her thumb gently rubbing circles against Navi’s wrist.

“I like it.”

“Don’t lie.”

“When did I ever lie to ya? Don’t answer it.” Navi quickly added, “I mean it though. I like it, Songbird.”

“...Good.”

“Make sure to gasp it aloud whenever we cross paths, to help it sticks-”

“Don’t push it.”

Navi snorts as she gets elbowed in the stomach. Feeling light hearted, she easily picks up the other woman and dramatically swirls with her, ignoring her protest.

“Seems like the big bad Storm caught herself a poor little bird, hmm?” She teases, carrying her back to bed.

“You’re gonna be insufferable about it, aren’t you?” Katellig grumbles, gently slapping her shoulder, “beside, who is a poor little bird?”

Navi gives her a playful wink before dropping her onto the mattress inelegantly.

“Ain’t ya? Ya certainly now how to sing when we-”

She gets cut short by Katellig’s arms around her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Right; action now, words later.

Just how she liked it to be.

#Wanted to write a lil something about those two #(it's sfw but it's hinted at that they do sleep together in though)#DnD #Dungeons and Dragons #genasi #air genasi #half elf #aasimar #monk #sketch #doodle #OC: Navi #OC: Katellig #monk crossover #Truc Draws #Truc Writes #I am NOT a writer I just can't draw today and needed to get those two out of my brain-

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