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00ops1e · 7 months

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simon riley and fatherhood pt.2!

i have had some thoughts rattling around my brain for when babygirl is older, i'd say these are for her tween (maybe teenage?) years. at this point, simon has more than grown into his role as a girl dad. hes mourning the fact that his little girl is not so little anymore, but he still sleeps peacefully at night knowing he has a couple more years before boys become an issue. at the moment, hes navigating things like sleepovers, hairstyles, and carting babygirl around to gymnastics, soccer, cheerleading, karate, etc... this may be a tad self indulgent, but i think it fits. is this possibly a glance into my childhood? not sure. i came back to this, yes. yes it is. im not sure if im completely happy with this but im tired and i want this posted now so BOOM.

wc: 1.3k

cw: mentions/inferred child abuse/ptsd???? references to simon's childhood, not proofread, SO SELF INDULGENT

when i think about simon during this era, i think about my childhood bestfriend's dad.

i particularly think about the role that man had in my life, and whether or not he knows what an impact he made.

when babygirl is in kindergarten, she just seems to click with one of the other girls in her class. im talking home phone numbers memorized, living within five minutes of the other, constantly together, teachers mistake them for each other

the girls are best friends.

so naturally, the friend, who i guess we'll call beth, (i told you this was gonna be self indulgent) is around the house a lot, and babygirl ends up at beth's and vice versa. she becomes a familiar face for you and simon, her demeanor and antics nearly matching your daughter's.

you and simon grow quite fond of this strange child! after all, babygirl could definitely pick out worse friends, beth was a good kid.

a year or so goes by, and simon begins to notice the way babygirl seems to always have beth over the house, and never the opposite? simon was never the one to make plans with the other parents for hanging out and things like that, but surely the poor girl wanted to be at her own house sometimes, right?

its not until beth is around nearly every day that simon starts to notice that something was... off.

at first he brushes it off, but something about the child's behaviour didn't sit right with him, rubbed him the wrong way.

he couldn't quite put his finger on it, maybe he was just overthinking it, maybe she's just a strange kid, he thought.

watching beth interact with you and him, always made simon feel tense, like someone was breathing down his neck or watching him.

he's unable to find the words to describe it to you, so he never really brings it up. he doesn't want to worry you unnecessarily, he once again brushes it off.

one sunday morning, simon finds himself in the kitchen, preparing pancakes and eggs for the girls, you leaning against the counter sipping on some tea and taking in the view of him.

simon is the type of dad to ALWAYS make breakfast for sleepovers

he definitely learned how to cook just so he could help babygirl get ready for school in the morning. always folds and makes her something to eat if she mumbles about being hungry.

the girls clamor down the stairs when they smell bacon. giggling and thumping as they race to the table, taking their respective seats.

simon does a little spin as he sets down the large bowls and plates of food. he sits down with a grunt, the kitchen is filled with sunshine and the sound of quiet chatter and laughter, forks on plates, and the smell of bacon in the air.

the meal goes the same as it always does, talking about upcoming plans and how school was going for both of the girls, overall it was a good, happy morning. everybody was in a good mood.

a collective gasp is heard as beth adjusts her chair, arm somehow knocking over the glass of orange juice in front of her.

you immediately get up, grabbing some paper towels to clean the mess. but simon stays glued to his seat, frozen.

in milliseconds, the dots connect in his brain.

beth reaches across the table to grab the cup, sleeve shifting ever so slightly to reveal just enough of a bruise to send a shiver down simon's spine.

simon feels his stomach flip when he meets the girls eyes from across the table, and recognizes the terrified eyes staring back. he sees the tension in her limbs, "is she, bracing herself?" he thinks

his mind is spinning, the realization bringing up plenty of cold, dark memories he wished would just stay buried.

the only thing he can think to tell the child, "it's okay." in the most matter of fact tone possible.

for the rest of the day, his demeanor is just... off

once youre in bed, you decide to ask him. softly though, the way hes acting is much different than you normally see on rough days.

"what are beth's parents like?" he blurts out in response.

you think for a moment, recalling the few interactions you've had with the girl's mother, "i've never met the father, and apart from friendly waves and talking for a few minutes on the phone about the girls, not much... why do you ask?" you say, shooting him a puzzled glance.

"did you see the way she looked at us when the drink was spilled? love, the poor thing looked like a deer in the headlights. she was scared."

"simon, i dont unde-" is all you can say before he cuts you off.

"there's something going on at home. i know that look. listen, the way she acts, 's been bothering me for a bit now, i didn't realize it till then..."

you look at him with your mouth open, unsure what to say to that.

"there was a bruise, around her wrist. now, i understand that today isn't exactly proof of anything. but please love, get to know the girl's mum at least..."

after that, he cant stop noticing little things about beth. the way she would recoil when babygirl suddenly shrieked, or moved too quickly in her peripherals.

he noticed the frequency of her apologies, for seemingly silly things.

as the girls got older, beth would hang around you and simon. it seemed like she didn't really need to be wreaking havoc with babygirl, she was perfectly content just chatting with her friend's parents,

his heart dropped when he realized that she probably just doesnt get to have this at home, or doesn't feel safe enough to.

he feels sick when he realizes she's started to loose that sparkle in her eyes, started to talk a little less, look down on herself more.

he sees so much of himself in beth, it makes him angry for her. how could anyone do that to a child? she doesn't deserve that!

his fondness for beth finally solidifies the fact that everything he went through in his youth, wasn't his fault. it gives him a bit of closure.

simon deducted that treating her like he does his own daughter was the best thing he could do. he makes sure that beth knows his home is always open to her, whenever she needs.

it seemed to heal him in a way he didn't know he needed, sure he gets to give babygirl the father he always wanted, deserved. but to be able to help a child that he sees so much of his younger self in?

its like getting to go back and hug himself, comfort himself from his own father.

"youre back again? pain in my ass, oh you know im only joking!" he says with a hearty chuckle, "come over anytime."

"get out of my house, *sigh* how are you beth? good to see ya kid."

"you know, i should claim you on my taxes, youre here enough.."

that kind of energy, but the way he says it is so heartwarming, jokey and dadlike.

simon is brought to tears one night, a few years later, when you and him talk about the changes you'd seen in beth, how much she's grown.

you reveal to him that beth had said something to you about how huge of an impact you'd made on her life, how the two of you became a safe place. how family is not just blood, but the people you find along the way.

thats the moment he decides that beth had become his second daughter, and the two of you loved her like one too.

okay so im definitely missing like half of what i had originally thought of, but thats fine, im tired. this was like- imagine a snowball rolling down a hill and just getting bigger and bigger. yeah. that.

im so sorry guys.

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon riley #call of duty #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #simon riley x you #cod ghost #ghost x reader

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shiemori-writes · 1 year

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Can I request about them doing pocky stuff,almost kiss each other but MC just stop right there?(About Ace,Deuce,Riddle and Idia)

"Hey hey! Wanna do the pocky challenge?"

—In which MC decides to do the pocky challenge~

CHARACTERS: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Idia

INCLUDES: gender-neutral reader, sfw, fluff

notes: trying a different format! honestly im rlly indecisive 😞 nayways, enjoy reader! hope this request was to your liking~ also i made dif endings based on the characs, hope thats ok! Also whoa i just found out it was pocky day today lol since my country doesnt celebrate it hehe- its a bit late since its prob not gonna be pocky day when i post this but student things😞

"...The WHAT!?!?"

Okay he didnt mean to yell, he really didnt, but seriously mc do you know how inappropriate this is all the sudden?!

His cheeks flushed, were you really trying to fluster him? Good cuz it's working, and he hates it

He's pretty aware of the challenge since he sees Cater scrolling through some once in awhile, and it makes his head spin

It was pretty cute watching him go through the 5 stages of grief just from your question alone

though you'd never say that, you'd rather not get collared right now hehe

If it was anyone else he would have collared them immediately for making such ridiculous requests but...If it was you, he supposed he could be a bit lenient, but- just this once okay!

He sighed, I mean, it wouldn't hurt, right? He supposed you deserved to be indulged every once in a while, after all he always did have a soft spot for you (not that he'd ever admit that)

His face felt hot as you explained the rules, listening intently while nodding, his cheeks flushed

"I don't see the appeal of this challenge..." he muttered under his breath, but decided to accept your challenge nonetheless, after all, he isnt one to lose, and judging by your teasing grin right now, he'd have to win. (also he may or may not wanted a kiss)

Shakily taking the pocky from his hand he bit a piece, watching you do the same

His heart was doing backflips with how closer and closer you were getting

Your face was barely an inch away from him, and it was making him crazy

You leaned in closer, deciding to tease him, just a bit

His eyes widened, closing his eyes as he anticipated for a kiss when—

CHOMP!

"I win Riddle~!" you declared, grinning at your victory while Riddle just stares at you in disbelief

D-did you just?!

He looked away from you, crossing his arms as he shakily replied

"Th-that wasnt fair!"

Really, he"ll get you back for this, but for now..He'll just enjoy the look of adoration you give him and your laughter.

It was his favorite sight to see, afterall.

"OHOHO- BET."

His ego just inflated by tenfolds what have you done /j

No but he's actually really thrilled, after all, his bestfriend, his bestie, his partner-in-crime wants to do this cute challenge? With him?? Haha you must be so smitten with him!

^ Is what he tells himself but hes actually giggling on the inside like a little schoolgirl dont let that teasing grin fool you

He knew that often the challenge end in the two winning by kissing, so he was really smug about it

Ohoho sweet mc, you were just oh so in love with him werent you?

^ You threatened to do it with someone else when u got fed up with his smugness so he stopped a bit (he wants that kiss after all)

Anyways for him you didn't really need to explain the rules since compared to Riddle hes a little (a lot) more aware of the challenge, which brings us to the current predicament

Him happily taking the end of the pocky stick while waiting for you to do the same

When you did take a bite he started getting a bit (alot) flustered when you got closer and closer..and..

....Seriously prefect!! hes supposed to be teasing YOU not the other way around!! You're stealing his thunder y'know!!!

He decided he needs to be more bold if he wants the last laugh so he holds your chin with his finger as he went closer until..

Smooch! ♡︎

He closed the distance between you, not even hiding the smile that was forming in his face while doing so, time seemed to slow down, as cliche as it sounded, being greted with the sweet taste of your lips on his, a sweet short peck

A kiss was stolen that day, not that any of you were complaining to be honest, it was pure bliss (and rlly sweet too, literally.)

"Heh! guess this means I win (name)~ What's the prize? Your heart?" he joked and you punched him playfully

"don't ask for something you already have, idiot"

He really couldnt wipe the smile of his face that day

"H-huh??? Really- ah alright!!"

AW MC HE'D BE HONORED TO PLS

Now ... What was that challenge again-?

He was pretty thrilled to be able to spend some quality time with you since you both were pretty busy that week (he misses u a lot) so without thinking much about it he accepted the offer but..

Cue flustered boy #2 oh boy here we go

W-well he supposes...No- he cant back out now!! Alright mc he'll do the challenge and you'll have the time of your life he swears!

He doesn't really care much about winning, honestly as long as he gets to see you laugh its enough for him :)

Sweet boiyo <3

The smile you sent his way has his head spinning

The challenge hasn't even started yet and his hearts already beating like crazy

You decided to take initiative and grabbed your pocky stick and hummed for him to do the same

He nervously bit the end of the pocky stick, a look of determination on his face as he got closer, until—

CRUNCH!

....He bit too hard on the stick DAMN IT-

HE WAS SO NERVOUS HE BIT TOO HARD

YOUVE MESSED UP DEUCE is what he tells himself until he heard you giggling quietly to yourself, eventually the giggling turned into full blown laughter

He pouted, mc its not funny :(

You patted his back in reassurance because oh god that was so cute pls Deuce its okay

"It's okay Deuce! we can always have another round!"

CUE ROUNDD #2

He swears he wont mess up this time!

You grab another stick and both bit the ends, both laughing quietly at your muffled teasing on who'll win this time

He didn't notice how close you've gotten until he could feel the hot fanning of your breath on his cheek

He felt his face heat up, (it really did not help that he had a major crush on you)

startled by the sudden closeness of the two of you, closing his eyes instinctively when you went closer, just about to kiss when you stopped

Huh-?

You bit the stick in half, humming in victory while Deuce just kinda 🧍 kinda stands there awkwardly

"O-oh..Yep! you won prefect..good job- ahaha.."

He tried and failed to hide the embarrassment evident in his voice, avoiding your gaze while he tried to calm his heartbeat

Expect a very shy Deuce for the rest of the day, and mayhaps a conffesion too? hehe..

"IEEEHHH?!?!?!"

It was a peaceful evening (cough 11pm) And you just decided to oh-so-graciously ruin said peace with your fits of giggles in the room, he didnt pay much mind to bc he was doing quests but then you just had to ask that question..

Congrats! you broke him /h

ok but like getting asked to do such a "normie" challenge out of the sudden?? Really mc he expected better from you...He did not pause his game for this mc smh..

^ Hes lying hes in denial hes rlly flustered

His heartbeat highkey skyrocketted off the roof (so much so ortho was vv concerned cuz, is he dying???)

Turns out he isnt!!..Not yet anyways! he feels like passing out <3 (just like me fr)

He'd sputter out numerous snarky complaints through it all saying that there's no point and he's not a normie yk yk but he rlly cant deny you when you keep hugging him like that...dear lord youre gonna be the death of him someday, he swears.

Anyways, he's another one who rlly doesnt need you to explain the rules since yk hes a weeb, man knows everything /hj COUGH

Which now brings us here to the present, Idia pausing his game and shakily bringing his face to the stick, jumping slightly at any movement, hair flaming pink and- oh god why were you getting closer mc, no- sTOP

You decided to tease him a bit and go the closest you can manage, (barely 1 inch away from his face now)

Yep hes gonna die annndd-

CHOMP!

"Hehehe,! guess I'm the pro gamer now huh Idia? I win~!"

K.O! MC used tease, it was very effective! -10000 hp

He burried his face in your neck in a desperate attempt to get you to stop cooing at his blushy state..mc pls his heart cant take this

Expect him to get you back the next time you play a game mc.. For now he's just gonna..sit there and try to endure your teasings

#quinn writes🦇💕#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland idia shroud

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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Could you do something about some of the cheerleaders telling you they saw Eddie cheating on you. Obviously it’s not true but when hellfire members see you crying and you don’t respond to them, they quickly get Eddie, who’s obviously upset as seeing you so upset. But you just keep running away from him and ignoring him, until he finally gets you to talk and asks why you’ve been avoiding him and been so sad. When you tell him he gets you to see that they were lying and just trying to pull the two of you apart because they were bullies, he promises he’d never do anything like that and he loves you and only you

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

a/n: hello everyone, i know you guys hate reading these so i’ll make it short, im sorry i haven’t been active now but i’m gonna try coming back! my writing is a little rusty rn so please forgive me if this really sucks

warnings: girls being annoying, hellfire actually being nice in one of my posts for once LMFAO, eddie shocked that you believe some shit like that fr

you were never really popular, or unpopular for that matter, you were just in that middle zone, but sometimes. just sometimes, some girls would try to get under your skin

you didn’t know that though, your friends did, and told you countless times, but you were too nice to believe some girls would be mean to you

eddie was one of those people too, he told you to stay away from them, and he knew just how nice you were, so he was sure you weren’t going to. but nonetheless, he was always there to get them away since you weren’t going to

until one day, he was going to do a deal with someone, so you were left alone. like a deer between lions and coyotes

the girls were quick to go talk to you

“oh my gosh, i love your outfit!” one of the girls said in a high pitched tone

“really?” you said as you closed your locker door, “thanks!” you smiled

“so um, how are you and that frea—eddie.” another girl said

“we’re good, he’s been really nice to me these days, he’s a really good boyfriend” a smile found its way upon your lips again as you thought of him

the girls looked at each other, and then back to you

“i’m sure the other girl thinks so too…” the girl in the middle said

you froze

“what um, what do you mean?” you said, awkwardly smiling at them to be polite

“the other girl? i saw them the other day! he’s like totally cozying up with another girl! if i were you, i’d leave him!” she exaggeratedly said

you couldn’t smile anymore, what could they mean? was eddie really cheating on you?

“oh” was all you said

“sorry girl” she said in a sorrowful tone, which was really just a mask, but how could you know that?

they walked away, and eddie was seen walking across the hall, trying to get to you, but you were quick to go to class early

eddie furrowed his eyebrows, but didn’t think much of it

until during lunch, he waited for you to come sit with him and his friends, but you never showed

“hey” dustin said and sat with the group, “where’s your girl, eddie?”

everyone widened their eyes at him, as a sign to shut up

eddie abruptly got up and left the cafeteria, he was off looking for you, he hadn’t seen you all day, what the hell was going on? it was like every second he got to see you, you’d run and avoid him

you were hiding nearby the school, tears kept blurring your vision, as you sobbed while rocking yourself back and forth, why would eddie do this? he loved you…right?

hellfire were looking for eddie, until they heard a cry, it sounded pretty alarming, they followed the sound to see you there, curled up in a ball, crying

at first, they thought something had happened to you. you grew very close to them during the time you started dating eddie, so they cared about you a lot now

mike and dustin ran to you, asking if you were okay, but all you did was bring your knees up to your chest and hide your face, not bothering to speak

the others went to get eddie, and they stayed with you, trying to get you to talk, but you wouldn’t utter a single sound

eddie was practically running to get to you, thinking something happened to you, once he got there. he saw you, you were hiding and curling in on yourself, it was clear something was wrong, and it upset eddie.

everyone left, and it was just you and him

“can you look at me, baby?” he softly said, you hesitated at first, but slowly lifted your head up. eddie’s heart ached at the sight of your face so sad, your eyes so puffy, you looked miserable. he would never dream of seeing a sight like this.

“what…what happened, sweetheart?” he said as he held your hands, you looked away, not wanting to talk to him, “please, love. talk to me, i can’t have my girl being upset now can i?”

“then why’d you do it eddie?” you snapped

“what?”

“how could you do this?” you yelled, “was i not enough? was i so bad that you had to go find someone else to love on? i loved you, why would you—i don’t want to see your face again! i would never do this to you.”

eddie was shocked. where was the sweet girl he fell for? and what was she talking about? but one thing really got to jinx

“loved? you don’t love me anymore?” he said, heartbroken

“how could i love someone who doesn’t love me back?!”

“of course i love you back! i love you so much you can’t even comprehend it!”

“then why’d you cheat on me. i don’t know if you know this eddie but if you love someone you don’t go seek it from someone else”

“wait what?” he was confused now, “cheat on you? i didn’t cheat on you, why would i do that?”

“i’m not an idiot. casey saw you and some girl the other day, im sick of you acting dumb, i’m leaving” you said, you weren’t even sad now, you were just angry, but he pulled on your arm

“casey? you mean casey and her two slaves?” he raised his eyebrows

you were quiet, and he chuckled

“of course, i leave you for one second and they come running” he spoke to himself, and laughed again, “how many times did i tell you that those girls are trying to get to you, baby? i didn’t cheat on you, i would never even try to think about it.” he softly said

you continued looking at him, a sad look on your face

“please believe me, sweetheart” he said, “besides, how could i cheat on a beautiful girl like you?” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but blush

“you really didn’t?” you innocently said

“of course!” he said, and you were quiet for a while, until you smiled and hugged him tight

“there’s my sweet girl” he smirked and kissed your forehead, “trust me baby, i love you more than you could imagine, they’re just bullies. i only love you, sweet thing”

a/n: this sucked bye anyways GUESS WHOS BACK BACK AGAINNNN

#stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie my love <3

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pink-tea · 1 year

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could you write something with sub!beomgyu who acts jealous after you spent a little bit too much time with another txt member, he gets super pouty and possessive over you and you're not sure why until it finally clicks and you make it up to him? <33 it can be short! i love ur work, thank u for feeding us in the sub!txt drought

i am happy to keep the people fed!! as proven with my most recent overspending in buying txt albums and their recent deco kit (which i can't even regret, it's so fucking cute </3), making sure they have dinner on their tables frfr, but thank you so much for the compliments!! as for jealous clingy beomgyu yesyesyesyesyesyesy-

☆ very very very suggestive but it never actually gets to smut? idk how to rate this

☆ 1967 words (whoops) (i made up for how long it took me to post with the length)

☆ jealous beomgyu, hair pulling, tiny tiny leg riding/dry humping (im starting to notice a pattern of things that i like to write bye), mean talk but it's more condescending than actually mean

beomgyu knew it wasn't right for him to feel this jealous. i mean, seriously, there's no way you'd ever look at hueningkai the same way you looked at him. but still, he can't help the way he monitors your interactions with the maknae out of the corner of his eye.

it was just the way the two of you played around so much, so touchy. always light slaps on each other's arms, giggling and laughing right in front of him, and he smiles and laughs too because he loves you both so much, but he just can't help the thoughts creeping in. what if there was something going on? maybe you liked the idea of younger, taller men-

beomgyu almost wanted to kick himself for thinking that way. you wouldn't do that to him in a million years, and huenginkai wasn't that type of person either. but still, he winces at the curl of jealousy in his stomach as the two of you play around during your friday gaming sesh.

he hadn't even noticed he was staring until you did, catching his eye and giving him such a loving, happy smile that it made his stomach do flips. how could he ever doubt you?

"you okay?" you ask lightly, tilting your head and looking so content that he couldn't help but smile back.

"i'm doing great," he replies, doing his best not to side-eye the shit out of you and one of his closest friends for the rest of the night. to his credit, you didn't seem to notice anything, only pouting and kissing him sweetly once you had to go back to your own apartment.

he loves seeing you smile, he realizes (although it really wasn't anything new) as he watches you jokingly blow him a kiss goodbye. he catches it and cheesily tucks it in into his pocket, making you giggle. he just really really doesn't like anyone else to be the reason you smile.

and everything's fine until beomgyu starts acting weird enough for it to be brought to your attention.

"you haven't come over for our gaming fridays in a while!" hueningkai complains one day, the comment meant to be light and off-handed. but it makes you pause, hand stuck midway into a box of popsicles. you were here in the boys' dorm for the first time in weeks, waiting for beomgyu to finish getting ready to go to a new boba place that opened a little while ago.

you hadn't even noticed how many gaming fridays the two of you had missed, but now that you thought about it, it's definitely been more than 4 already. beomgyu had been insisting on dates a lot more recently, going out to eat or watching a movie, or maybe just chilling and cuddling on the couch—in your apartment. you didn't even notice the way the time was flying by, more invested in your boyfriend's pretty eyes, his soft lips trailing kisses down your neck and on your collarbone, fingertips pressing into your skin as he begs you to call him yours.

"huh, yeah, i guess it has been a while," you ponder, finally pulling out a popsicle before patting huenginkai's head with your free hand. "you can count on me being here next friday," you promise, ruffling his hair and giggling at his whines and protests. so caught up in your platonic affection for the boy, you didn't even notice beomgyu until his arms were wrapped around your waist, chin plopped on your shoulder.

"i'm ready now, let's go," he huffs, words muffled into your clothes. you halt your ministrations, biting down the last of your popsicle before giving hueningkai one last smile.

"alright, be a doll and throw this away for me please! thank you-" you shove the popsicle stick in huenginkai's hand, barely able to finish your words before beomgyu is tugging you towards the door. you let out a noise of surprise, but let your boyfriend drag you to the door as you frown in confusion. hastily returning hueningkai's worried wave of goodbye before you're out, you wonder what has beomgyu so riled up.

"woah, hey, is everything alright?" you question, stumbling a bit in your attempt to keep up with his pace. his grip on your hand is tight, possessive, but there's a pout on his lips. beomgyu's the type to pout cutely, trying to appeal to you or get on your nerves, but this time he seems genuinely upset.

he doesn't answer your question, and you fall into a heavy silence as you walk down the darkening street, the warm rays of sunset making beomgyu look pretty even when he's upset. you don't say anything until you're passing by your apartment (you really didn't live far from them).

tugging on the hand the still hasn't let go, you force him to look at you, irritated and not bothering to hide the glare in your eyes as you look at him for the first time in 7 minutes.

"what the hell is up with you?" you hiss, your aggravated tone visibly making beomgyu flinch as bothered look only worsens. he looks away from you, opting to stay silent as he stares at the brick walls of your apartment complex. your patience only thins, and beomgyu yelps as you harshly shake your hand out of grip.

"look, if you're upset then we don't have to go on this date, because i have no clue why you're even mad at me for-"

"i'm not mad at you," beomgyu grumbles, holding his discarded hand close to him as he still stubbornly refuses to make eye contact with you.

"then what is it," you sigh out, exasperated.

a few more beats of silence pass by before beomgyu lets out a noise of discomfort- embarrassment. he groans and brings up a hand to mess with his mullet, "it's just...i don't like how you keep spending so much time with hueningkai" he admits, ears burning red as he stares at the floor.

you stare at him, shock and just a bit of relief flooding through you. you finally let a long, tired sigh escape you. your boyfriend wasn't mad, he was just fucking stupid.

"come on," you command, turning around and starting to walk up the stairs to your apartment. you make it up a few steps before turning around, beomgyu watching you with wide and confused eyes. your own eyes narrow at the sight.

"now."

the tone of your voice makes beomgyu startle and hastily walk up the stairs behind you. he didn't mean to get you mad, he thinks sulkily. maybe you were mad at the fact that he was jealous, mad over the fact that he had the audacity to get possessive when he obviously didn't own you.

you feel his gloom behind you as you walk up to your apartment door, but don't say anything, opting for silence. it's only when your keys jangle to open the white door that there's finally any noise, and you motion beomgyu to go inside first once it swings open. he hesitates before stepping in, hearing the door eventually close behind him as you walk in as well.

he only has a few moments to acknowledge your presence before suddenly he's gasping as the wind gets partially knocked out of him, pinned against the door.

he wants to wince at the feeling of his back crashing against the wood, but he doesn't get much time to think as your lips crash onto his. he whimpers into your mouth, lips parting open to let you have your way with him as his arms drape over your shoulders and claw at your back. one of your hands grips at his waist, the other gripping his chin in order to lead the kiss where you want.

his lips are soft and you can faintly taste the honey from his lip balm, but it's not nearly as sweet as the feeling of beomgyu melting into your body. he manages to groan out your name as you pull back, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth in a way that has him staring back at you with a pathetic expression.

you let go and his lip falls back into place with a wet 'pop' and you take this time to properly glare down (metaphorically, the bitch is 5'11 </3) at the man.

"jealous, huh?" you scoff, making beomgyu wince as he whines at your mean tone.

"you were just being really touchy with him! always giggling and shit during our gaming fridays," he huffed, his worries finally revealed. the mention of the gaming days makes your eye physically twitch. no wonder he's been scheduling friday dates all of a sudden, this brat.

"touchy? touchy how?" you press on, voice cold as you focus on making the man squirm under you. you roughly shove your leg in between his thighs, ripping a mix between a gasp and a moan from his throat as it presses against the half-hardness of his dick. "like this?" you ask, peering dangerously close at his expression as he pouts and hesitantly shakes his head no.

"not like that? what about this?" you reach up to grab a fistful of black hair and yank beomgyu's head back, earning a soft cry as his head thunks against the wood of your door. you suck and bite harshly at the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling him squirm in your hold as you force the flesh red and irritated. beomgyu doesn't know if he should focus on the throbbing pain in his scalp or on the way he's steadily getting turned on by your aggressiveness.

"probably not, huh," you comment, releasing his hair to softly grab at his chin again. his eyes are barely focused, and you almost want to coo at the pretty sight of his dazed look and spit covered lips. you fucking adored beomgyu, it almost offended you that he thought you'd be looking at other guys.

"still think i'd touch hueningkai like this? think i'd like having him here instead of you?" you ask harshly, seeing beomgyu wince as he tried to shake his head no despite the grasp you have on his hair. his vision starts to get blurry, and he realizes that his eyes have started to water up, but either you don't notice or don't care enough to stop talking.

"you've got some nerve to be accusing me of looking at other people the way i look at you, choi beomgyu," you scold, releasing his hair in order to grab his chin again and tilt his head up to look at you properly. "couldn't look at anyone else even if i tried, so fucking pretty that it hurts my feelings sometimes," you simper, attempting to sweet talk but it only makes beomgyu feel like he owes you an apology even more.

"m' sorry," he mumbles, head drooping in shame. you almost laugh at the sight, sighing affectionately before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. beomgyu stills against your lips before crumbling at the affection, body melting against yours before he's gasping into your mouth. you can feel the way his back arches and his body presses into you, your knee pressing harshly against his clothed dick.

"it's ok, you know how to make it up to me," you smile, beomgyu's hair tickling your cheek as his head falls forward onto your shoulder. his hips slowly start to rock against your leg, precum staining his boxers at the friction—at the feeling of your body caging him in. you grab the arch of his back, roughly forcing his hips harder into you as he cries out your name against your neck.

guess you'd just have to reschedule your date for later.

#sub txt #sub idol #sub beomgyu #sub choi beomgyu #dom reader #choi beomgyu x reader #txt smut #kpop smut #pinktea asks #got a little carried away #gn reader

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vigilvntes · 1 year

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How would Bruce and Adrian each react to realizing they've fallen in love with someone?

warnings: i probably used bad language in here somewhere it's me what did we expect, a little teensy weensy bit of spice / adult content whoops again it's me what did we expect. just crumbs of it though

this is gonna be LONG AND MESSY i have a lot of thoughts because i've been gone for a while okay and im nervous to post this because i really mean it when i say it's been a WHILE anyway let's fucking gooooo

Adrian:

I feel like Adrian is very easily infatuated, and it doesn't take a lot for him to lust after someone. so i think he'd have a hard time drawing a line between when the surface level infatuation ends and when the falling in love begins. he likes the way you make him feel (although at first he's convinced he's on his way to an early grave when his heart skips a beat at just the thought of you). the warmth that spreads across his body whenever you touch him and the butterflies in his stomach when you smile at him when he attempts a card trick he taught himself from a youtube video at 3am ("is this your card?" "uh. no..." "....can we pretend it's your card?" "i lied. that's my card" "fuck yeah"). he likes the fuzzy feeling he gets when you so much as brush your fingers against his. he thinks about you a lot, all the little things about you that he adores. he thinks about you in the morning, at work, on the drive home, when he's patrolling the streets at night.

i think the only time he doesn't think about you is when he's out on a mission. he's focused. driven. he's probably the best fighter they have, and a great strategist. when he's out in the field, his mind is trained on one thing only: finishing the mission and caving skulls. until it isn't. until your face flashes across his mind and his shot almost misses the target and fumbles the whole thing. oops. emilia chastises him, asks him what the hell is going on inside that head of yours? and peacemaker just sits back with a smug smirk on his lips and proudly announces to everyone that adrian chase is in love (because of course he told peacemaker everything about you after he invited himself back to chris' trailer for a beer after a night of patrolling and shooting appliances)

adrian will deny it to the ends of the earth in front of the team, and he'll deny it to himself, really (because love is for LOSERS, as chris once told him after a particularly brutal breakup). but the more he thinks about it in the weeks following, the more it starts to make sense. before, he could push you out of his mind before a mission. he felt guilty, but it was just for one night. now, he can't last an hour without mentioning your name. he cant even go five minutes without thinking about you and your face. it's not just infatuation. it's not just your face and your smile and the way you laugh at all his dumb jokes or soothe him after every minor inconvenience that leaves him in a sour mood. it's love.

once he accepts that he's in love with you, he gets GIDDY. he wants to tell you and everyone that'll listen that he loves you in every waking moment. but he holds back, because he's sure there's an etiquette to it. that he has to wait for the "right time", or whatever. he'll want to be around you at all times. touching you, kissing you, hugging you, making you laugh, fucking you into the mattress until your brain is mush and the only word you can speak is his name. it'll physically pain him when he has to leave your side for a few days for a mission, or even for a few hours when he has to drag himself out of your bed and go to work. how rude of his responsibilities to even exist when he's in love.

i'm in two minds as to how he'd tell you he loves you. one part of me thinks it would happen during a really inconvenient moment. like when you're on the phone to your wifi company. or when you're just about to leave for work. or after he cums on your face bye. whatever the scenario it would leave you spluttering. the other part of me thinks you'd wake up to him banging on your door at 3am, sweaty and out of breath because he ran all the way to your apartment just to tell you that he loves you because he couldn't sleep and it was killing him that you didn't know yet. you receive noise complaints from your neighbours but you don't care because your boyfriend is in love with you and you're in love with him. so they can, in adrian's words, "shove a knife up their ass"

Bruce:

one word: avoidant. bruce makes a point out of not allowing himself to grow close to anyone, because everyone leaves or gets viciously ripped away from him in the most brutal way eventually. alfred is the only person who bruce considers to be close to him. until you came along! he's honestly not sure how he allowed you to get close enough for him to fall in love with you. but somehow, with your gentle touches and soothing words and bright smile even when he's at his most miserable, you've wormed your way into his heart and he can't stand it.

he can ignore the fuzzy feeling in his chest. that's easy enough for him to brush off, because he can just leave the tower. he can put on the suit and forget about you and the warmth you radiate while he patrols the streets of gotham, right? wrong! it starts with him taking a few more hits than usual from the punks he's fighting down a back alley because he found himself thinking about how nice it'll be when he gets back to the tower and crawls into bed with you (he probably wont sleep, but he likes to listen to your gentle snores and watch the way your chest rises and falls). then, he's getting jumped by some bastard he beat up a few weeks ago and his unsavoury friends because as he's walking the streets he can't stop thinking about the fact that you'd kissed his lips, forehead, cheeks, nose — everywhere, before he left for the night. in a way he resents you for it. being batman is the one thing he's good at, and you're ruining it. he cant concentrate on being what gotham needs if all he can concentrate on is, well, you.

he'll grow distant, and it'll probably happen quite quickly. you'll be left completely in the dark as to why he's rejecting you whenever you ask him to eat dinner with you upstairs. or why he brushes you off when you sleepily tug on the sleeve of his sweater and ask him to come to bed because he looks too tired and you're worried about him. whenever he does slip into bed next to you he'll genuinely consider sending a short and curt breakup text to you from the phone he bought specifically to text you. he'll spend more time patrolling or in the batcave, leaving you sad and alone and wondering what the fuck you did to warrant this.

bruce comes to his senses eventually after a stern talking to from alfred about how miserable you've been lately and how much you care for him and how it's okay for bruce to allow himself feel and care and love someone. it's probably then that bruce realises that alfred's right, and that he's in love with you. alfred wouldn't need to tell him twice that he needs to apologise for his behaviour. he hates the idea that he's hurt you and honestly he doesn't want to endure another stern lecture from alfred.

i think it'd take him a while to admit it to you. admitting it and accepting it himself was hard enough. he learns to adapt, to regulate his thoughts when he's out patrolling the streets. he learns to stop resenting you because you've been nothing but good to him and fuck, he loves you, and that's not a crime, is it? instead, he thinks of you as motivation. once he's finished his nightly duties for the good of gotham he can go home to you. i think he'd say it to you after a particularly rough night spent helping out commissioner gordon. he'll slip into bed next to you, pull you close and bury his nose into the crook of your neck. he thinks you're asleep, but you're not because you know that familiar dip in the bed all too well, and the creaky floorboard he steps on every single night followed by a series of quiet curses. it's barely above a whisper when he tells you he loves you, but you hear it loud and clear. he falls asleep peacefully (for once), and you fall asleep with a fuzzy heart and a soft smile on your lips. when you wake up, he's gone. but you know where to find him, so you pull the blankets around your shoulders and head down to his batcave. you find him sat at a desk, analysing the footage from the night before. he pushes the chair back to accommodate you, as he always does, and you plop yourself down in his lap. you lean your head against his shoulder and for a while the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as he works. until you press a soft kiss against his neck and tell him that you love him too. he stiffens at the sudden admission, but soon relaxes. you love him too, and it's not scary or wrong or unpleasant. it's nice.

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sylpheoftheforce · 1 year

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In honor of the new fic im writing on AO3 (to be posted later, I just started on it:

The Moment You Fell For The Bad Batch (in my WIP) (FEM!Reader)

Hunter:

Hunter was the first person to welcome you to the batch. He showed you around and helped you find where you fit into the team. He was your rock and your leader and you fell for him slowly through small interactions. Everything from the way he led the team to the way he took care of everyone after a rough mission, his attentiveness drew you to him. He always knew what everyone needed before they needed it. He even, when learning a woman would be joining the team, stocked up on Hormone Regulators and Menstruation Products. He incorporated them into his own pack for missions and made sure they were always accessible to you. The moment that really sold you and made you realise your own feelings was sitting with him in the cockpit of the Marauder treating each others injuries and confiding in each other. His gentleness in both his actions and words touched your soul when he leant you his bandana, a prized possession of his, to wrap up a wound you had even though he knew it would get soaked with blood.

Wrecker:

It wasn’t hard to fall for Wrecker with him being the giant Teddybear of the group. He’s a gentle soul that feels more than he thinks. A lot of people assume that he’s a bit unhinged but you learned that it just came down to him being one of the most passionate people you’ve ever met. He’s easily the most touchy of the group, never shying away from showering everyone with hugs. He shares everything that is his to give without a second thought and loves his personal belongings just as intently as he loves the people around him. The exact moment you fell for him was when he gave you a boost so you could see over a crowd of clones who were watching an intense game of Sabaac between two Jedi even though he’d been injured earlier. You never asked him for help, he just noticed you were a little down because you love Sabaac and wanted to see what it was like for Jedi to play. He even loaned you Lula so “she could see the game too” even though you both knew the only time he loaned her out was to cheer people up.

Crosshair:

You never imagined in a thousand solar cycles that you would fall for Crosshair. You spent more time bickering and he was constantly hurting your feelings with how removed and cold he was towards you. You honestly thought he hated you. It wasn’t until he yelled at you for taking an unnecessary risk during a mission that everything clicked. He hadn’t hated you this entire time, he was worried for your safety. That didn’t brush away all the hurt he had caused but it did explain his actions. You went quiet and waited before calmly exposing that you thought he’d hated you and that if he was concerned for your safety then he needed to find a better way to communicate that. You conceded that you would try to be safer during missions but at the end of the day you were all fighting in a war. After that he went quiet, only letting out an “oh.” before leaving for a bit to think and collect his thoughts. He came back a couple of hours later explaining that he didn’t like that you went into everything without backup and that he felt useless and undervalued by you because he was supposed to protect and cover all of you. He felt like you were going to get hurt because he wasn’t good enough. From there you consistently waited for his backup and showed more faith in him. Everything clicked into place for you when he got hurt protecting you on a mission and you got to save him for a chance, the worry of whether he would die or not eating you alive.

Tech:

Tech was the easiest person for you to figure out on the Marauder. He said what he meant and was very blunt from the get go. You’d spend a lot of time around him listening to him info-dump about whatever he was interested in or focused on at the time. You learned as much as you possibly could from him and he did the same in return. He was always interested in what Holovid you were watching or what you were reading on your datapad. You’d sit there in silence sometimes and other times you’d both talk about your interests. You also learned over time that he conveyed his emotions a lot more through his body language than he did his words. You fell for him when he fell asleep leaning on you one night and you looked at his still open datapad to find out he’d been reading up on a topic you’d mentioned being interested in. You ended up putting his datapad to the side before laying the both of you down and falling asleep in your bunk.

Echo:

Echo was the one who caught you off guard the most. He was a former reg and you thought he’d be fairly predictable. He was anything but and found ways to surprise you everyday. Bantering with him was easy and he was a mix between soft, gentle, and a true leader. His personality complimented everyone’s on the Marauder. He’s the person you get into the most trouble with and he regaled you with stories of his time in the 501st albeit with a bit of a bittersweet tone. He showed unwavering faith in you and trained with you to help you improve. You fell for him after you crashed a speeder that had been shot and it went into flames. Echo pulled you out of the wreckage, his arms wrapping around you assuring you that you were going to be alright. He carried you back to the Marauder, covered by Crosshair, assuring you that you were going to be ok the whole time. While he was resting you for burns and pulling shrapnel out of you, he told you about the crazy stunts that Domino Squad used to pull and how General Skywalker and Commander Tano were never far behind with their own crazy methods. Every time you flinched or whimpered in pain he’d reassure you that you were doing great, that you were safe, that the worst was over. After he was finished treating you, he stayed by your side telling stories until you fell asleep.

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sweet-citrus-candy · 2 years

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sweet arms

(aka iwaizumi hajime’s arms)

that’s it. that’s the tweet.

summary: iwaizumi and you share a laugh over ice cream

(this happened during high school era! my fav <3 )

warnings: this is my first time posting my writing and i wrote this at 3 am. please don’t take it seriously. also a little itty bit of implied nsfw at the end if you squint, but it’s majorly fluff.

tags: childhood best friends to lovers and mutual pining (does neighbor to lovers count?)

tbh i really wrote this for the ending. so the parts leading up to it are pretty nonsensical and humorous.

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it’s a hot summer day and you and iwaizumi walk to the grocery store to buy ice cream. being neighbors and childhood friends, the two of you practically do everything together. which is why after buying the cold sweet treats, the two of you head to your “secret hideout”.

a long time ago you had discovered a large willow tree out of sight of any passerby’s, and deemed it a secret hideout. naturally, being close friends with iwaizumi lead you to sharing your finding with him. the two of you often hid there and played with action figures. iwaizumi was usually godzilla, and you often played as king kong. each battle had a different outcome, and neither of you had any clue who was going to win until the final move. recently, neither of you brought the action figures. you were both in the third year of high school, so you didn’t play with them as often. only occasionally.

most days, the two of you liked to talk and joke about the most random things. perhaps a neighbor was opening her mailbox while wearing pajamas with ducks on them. maybe one of you had spotted two children wearing a large trench coat trying to enter the movies. not all conversations were about the people living in the same city, but a lot of them were.

today, the two of you are joking about a little girl who bit into a lemon at the grocery store earlier.

“i saw her picking up a lemon when her dad’s back was turned, and she bit into it! and she made the funniest face. it looked like-,” iwaizumi says scrunching his face.

you laugh really hard at the face he’s making and try to imagine what the girl must’ve looked like.

“and when her dad turned around he didn’t see the lemon at first so he looked like a fish out of water trying to figure out what was happening!” iwaizumi laughs while imitating the confused dad.

seeing iwaizumi open and close his mouth repeatedly made you laugh so hard you start shaking. your stomach hurts from laughing so you lightly punch iwaizumi in the arm as revenge.

he feels something cold touch his arm so he stops and looks down. you notice him pausing so you look down as well. iwaizumi is wearing a tank top and there on his bare arm is a smear of ice cream. you forgot you were holding ice cream when you punched him since you were laughing so hard.

“oh my bad! did we get any napkins?”

“no, we didn’t.”

you panic and use the only solution you can think of at the moment. you lick the ice cream off his arm.

the two of you short circuit. there’s no way that you just did that. no way. you were hallucinating. totally.

iwaizumi on the other hand was still processing what just happened. his mind is blank before it floods with thoughts. his best friend -no, his crush- of who knows how long just licked his arm. he’s not sure if you like him back the way he does, but he prays you do. did you not know what you were doing to him?

“oh my god. im so sorry. i shouldn’t have. what was i thinking??” you ramble.

“hey, it’s ok,” he responds in a calm voice. in a quieter one he adds on, “i kinda liked it.”

your eyes open widely; you had heard what he whispered. although flustered, you tease him back.

“it sure tasted nice. your arms are so yummy.”

#iwaizumi haijme #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi oneshot #haikyu fluff #childhood friends to lovers #mutual pining #neighbors to lovers

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redbleedingrose · 1 year

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im sorry i havent been interacting much lately- im having a rough time atm and havnt felt like myself but im working on it!

ANYWAY this has been on my mind and it is genuinely getting me thru the day so i j have to share:) imagine ur having a bad day. like the worst of the worst, everything that could have gone wrong has. and to top it off you woke up feeling awful about yourself- total bad brain day. you get home irritated and exhausted and on the verge of tears and go straight to ur room, completely bypassing eris (this can be pre twins or post twins) and hes just sitting there confused as to why you j kept walking. at least until u accidentally let a bit of emotion down the bond and IMMEDIATELY eris is coming to you. he sees u crying and it shatters his heart bc why is the love of his life crying. so u explain ur day and how bad ur feeling ab urself and he just sits and listens and reassures u and makes you feel like the most loved person in the universe (bc by him you are).

v much realizing how heavy hurt/comfort it is so u can definitely ignore it but im fr wishing for an eris to help me thru it rn <3

Hi my dear,

I am sorry you are going through it rn, I totally understand and get it. You are not alone and don’t worry, Girl dad!Eris will always save the day because you are his heart, soul, and world.

Okay, so you just wake up not knowing that today was going to be a rough day. Honestly you had a lot of hope that the day was going to go really well!

Eris woke up early this morning because he has been busy adjusting the laws that Beron had set into place. He is working hard to undo them to make Autumn Court a better place for his people, for his little girls, and for you.

When he finishes getting ready, he crosses the room towards your form that is still laying in bed, fast asleep. He wakes you to give you your first good morning, a habit that formed when your bond had initially snapped into place centuries ago

He kisses your forehead, stroking your hair back as he gently murmurs, “I have to go to my office, I love you so so much my pretty, and I will see you at breakfast.”

And you smile back, bleary eyed, leaning up to peck him on the lips, telling him you would be up soon, sending a stroke of love down your mating bond in reassurance.

You watch tiredly as he tip-toes to his favorite babes who were still sleeping peacefully in their bassinets, and gives them each individual kisses.

You are too tired to hear what he whispers down at the two, but you are 100% positive it is something along the lines of, “Be good for your mama my beautiful babes. Papa will be back soon, and he loves you more than anything.”

And then he walks out the door, winking at you as he shuts it softly behind him.

By the time you fully wake, it’s been almost an hour since Eris started his day. Marwa and Twila are still asleep, and so you get up with a sense of motivation to get yourself ready.

Since the babes were born, it had become increasingly difficult to find time in the morning to get yourself ready before breakfast. Usually, you would need to get yourself dressed and appearing somewhat presentable after you fed the girls their breakfast.

At first, this worried you. You didn’t want to appear like you were lazy or “letting yourself go” when you arrive to breakfast, frazzled from wrangling the girls out of bed and to the kitchem still in your pajama’s with some dried drool at the corner of your lips from the night before

But the way Eris would look up from where he was seated at the dining table when you would wake in with your babes hand in hand...

The way his eyes would spark with the fire that ran within his veins... the way his face would illuminate with utter joy and peace... the way he always stood in greeting, hugging his babes and putting them in their seats... the way he would pull your chair back for you like the gentlemale he was, tucking you in your seat right next to him before pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand

And if he was feeling incredibly risky, whenever the girls would be focused on eating their breakfast, he would press kisses all the way up your bare arm, right up to your shoulder, whispering something along the lines of how stunning you look this morning

And you would always flush at his compliments, preening under his gaze, any worries that you previously carried slipping away like a leaf within the wind drifting to the ground off a tree

But this morning... you had the time to get ready. Your perfect babes had decided to sleep in. So after taking a quick peak to ensure that both were still dreaming happily, you race towards the en-suite bathroom to rush to take a bath

You soak in the tub for 15 minutes, scrubbing every inch of your skin and allowing for the sunflower oil to hydrate any dryness you were experiencing. You even have time to wash your hair with your favorite rose scented shampoo and conditioner.

You smile, knowing that you have your morning all planned out perfectly. The moment you get out of the bath, you will apply some light rogue to your lips and cheeks to brighten you up today. And if you have the time, you will make sure that your hair is somewhat tame from the bird-nest it was from last night’s late night activities with your husband...

Your perfumed scent and fresh, soft skin is likely going to drive your mate insane during breakfast.

And, so, when the babes run off for their morning riding lessons with their Uncle Luc after breakfast... well... whose to say what Eris will do to you?

Hopefully drag you into his office to have his way with you while the girls are away for a couple of hours before returning to work

But as you get ready... as you stare at yourself in the mirror... you can’t help but feel off. Something about the way you look today feels off.

Entirely off.

The way your rogue is settling on your cheeks is not flattering, and no matter how many times you wipe it off and reapply, it is making you look like you painted yourself this morning to look like a clown. Even the way the rogue stains your lips is wrong.

Fresh face without any makeup will have to do. Eris has never complained before, and he never will. He loves your bare face. He often prefers it because it let’s him paint your face with his cum.

So you sigh in dissapointment, but let it go ultimately. At least you can still fix your hair the way you want. Maybe you will curl it to frame your face? Maybe you will straighten to highlight your cheeks? The possibilites are endless, right!

Wrong.

Your hair is not working with you today. No matter how you try styling it, it falls right back into place, resting in a messy way. You even tried applying a small portion of the gel your mate uses in the morning to help with it, but your hair ends up feeling a bit crusty and greasy, even though that never happens to Eris.

You’re now feeling a little demotivated... you take a quick peak into your room, noticing that both your babes are awake now. Thank the mother they are just babbling at each other, distracted by telling each other about their dreams.

Soon they will realize that their papa is gone, and that mama is in the bathroom, and they will run to receive your morning lovings of hugs and kisses before you help them get ready for the day.

That leaves you with a couple minutes to at least dress a little nicer this morning. So you run into the closet, picking out a flowy sage green dress that Eris had bought for you a couple of days ago despite your closet being full of other clothes.

“I wanna spoil you my beloved. Besides, I already bought Marwa and Twila dresses that match yours. So maybe you can have them wear their dresses when you wear yours. Just so I can see my most beautiful girls and perfect mate matching.”

Gods, the way he treated you had your heart fully leaping into his hands, without any hesitancy or doubt, for him to hold close to his own heart

But even the dress is not fitting right on you. The way it hugs your hips shows off the dips that had developed after having your girls. And you didn’t necessarily hate them per say... but it wasn’t something you wanted highlighted to your mate and the entire autumn court for that matter

And then you start to think maybe it’s not the rogue or the hair or the dress... maybe it’s me. I mean your body has changed a lot since having your girls. Your breasts had enlarged with milk for the babes, and your hips had widened for the birth.

And you hadn’t bounced back like you thought you would.

And obviously, Eris never gave you any pressure or stress about it. In fact, the male worshiped your body. Pre-pregnancy, during pregnancy, and post pregnancy. He was obsessed with you in the best way possible.

But for some reason... today was just not working with you. And you felt dejected that you had wasted your time this morning trying to get ready for your husband, only for it to not work out, when you probably could’ve snuck into his office to have a quick few... private... moments.

Alas, you didn’t have time to think on it too much because the girl’s came running into the room, clinging at your legs begging for their morning kisses and hugs.

Your heart sung at their love, and you felt a small tug at your bond as the wave of emotion seeped down to where-ever Eris was this morning.

So you lean down, pick up your girls, pressing kisses all over their faces as they giggle at you, and move to get them ready, pushing away any discontent to the back of your mind.

You had no time to let this bother you anyway. After breakfast, and hopefully some alone time with Eris, you needed to head out to different towns across Autumn Court to gather intel on any concerns the people had, to reassure the people that you and Eris were working hard as high lord and high lady to ensure their prosperity, to ensure that you would be different from Beron.

The girls are incredibly difficult this morning. They want to see their papa, and they want their papa to get them ready this morning. So you press your lips together, promising them that papa will join them for breakfast if they get ready quickly.

A couple of temper tantrums later, the three of you arrive at the breakfast nook only to discover Lucien in the place of Eris. He sends over a sympathetic smile at the downcast look that crosses your face, letting you and the babes know that their papa had to head out to the border to deal with something that had come up.

You tug at your bond in worry, and your mate replies almost instantly with reassurance and apology which you wholeheartedly accept. Things like this happen. Things like this will happen as high lord and high lady. Things will come up and interrupt your morning and that is okay.

But damn, does it mother above fucking suck.

The only reason the babes don’t have a meltdown over the lack of thier papa’s presence is Lucien’s promise for some candies later if they eat quickly and get to the stables for their horse riding lessons. He squeezes your shoulder in warmth as he is pulled away by his favorite nieces, who immediately give you a hug and kiss in goodbye, once they finish eating.

You head out to town as soon as you finish your own breakfast.

The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can see Eris and spend some time with your babes, together as a family. That is the only thing you look forward to for the rest of the day.

But your time in town only further worsens your mood. Compliant after compliant after compliant. All of them being valid and equally concerning. All of the citizens of the Autumn Court had suffered for centuries under Beron’s rule, and once the fear of Eris disappeared with his kindness, feelings of anger arose within the general population against the Vanserra family as a whole

At some point, you had closed off the bond to Eris because you feared he would pick up on your general distress that was progressing into outright sorrow, discomfort, and grief.

There wasn’t much you could do besides take the brunt of the anger as high lady, reassure the people that you and Eris were working for them, for the people and not the members of court, to undo the heinous laws Beron had inacted, but advise them it would take time.

Town after town after town.

So many families, so many elderly, so many women, so many children had suffered. So many perished with the high taxes and tithes they would were forced to pay, not leaving them with enough money to even buy food.

And the children... they looked at you with such hope... and once you earned their trust with a couple of candies and friendly conversation, they would sit near you trying to gain the favor of their high lady. They would tell you of losing their fathers to the war, losing their mothers to famine because they would sacrifice their food for their babes...

It nearly broke you.

And by the end of the day... by the end of the day you just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep the day away. Intense sadness squeezed at your heart, leaving a lump in your throat, and nausea that had your head spinning.

You didn’t want the girls to see you like this. You only wanted them to see you happy, to see you content. You and Eris had agreed that the babes would grow up with no concern for either of their parents, that you would put on a front so they felt safe, so they felt normal.

Nor did you want your mate to see you like this. You didn’t want him to worry about you.

Part of your sadness stemmed from your overall day being couldron damned. Another part from your lack of time around your mate and babes. Another part from your doubt of yourself in terms of your ability as high lady and even in terms of your beauty.

It just... the day was not working out the way you wanted it to. And the day refused to work out the way you expected it to. Every surprise was a sad one. There was nothing happy about what happened today.

So when you got home, nearing sunset, you walked straight past where your mate and the babes were seated in the sitting room. The girls were in their own world, taking turns trying to read the book that was settled on the floor in front of them as the hounds cuddled into their laps and surrounded them in a protective circle. Eris had been leaning on the couch, a content look spanning his face with a soft smile crinkling his freckle covered cheek, watching his perfect babes politely hand off different pages to each other, watching them point at the little pictures in the book and pointing it out to the hounds that were around them who oddly looked like they understood every word the babes spoke to them.

Your mate had been the first to notice your presence along with the hound he had gifted you for protection when you had accepted the mating bond. The hound trailed after you as Eris stared after your distancing form in confusion, you hadn’t even spared him or the babes so much as a glance as you stormed towards your bedroom.

A sense of dread fills the male as he feels a pulse of sadness through the bond. He hadn’t felt anything from you since this morning, but he had chalked it up to you being busy. He hadn’t thought you were upset in any form. He felt his heart drop, maybe you were angry he had failed to join you and the girls for breakfast.

“Watch over the babes,” he commanded the hounds who had sat up, ears pointing backward and down in alert at their masters orders, surrounding the girls in a circle. When the babes asked where their papa was going, “I’m gonna check on your mama, my Marwa, my Twila. Don’t worry. we will be back with dinner okay?”

They nodded in reply, confused because their mama usually always greeted them with kisses and hugs whenever she came back from work, but they didn’t ask their papa any other questions as he hurried after you.

Eris finds you curled under the covers in bed, and you don’t even peak out to watch him approach you as he settles down on the bed on your side. His feet settle onto the floor on the side of the bed as he angles his body to face yours. He can smell the saltiness of your tears in the air which has his heart racing, trying to think of any reason you could be upset.

Gods forbid, had you been hurt while out in town? Were you upset with him? Were the girls too rough to deal with alone this morning?

He would never forgive himself if anything had happened to you.

Nor would he forgive the person who was stupid enough to upset you like this.

And Mother have mercy on him if he found out that he was the reason you were upset. He would rather light himself on fire alive than be the cause of your pain.

“Beloved?” he whispers when he hears your sniffles coming from underneath the covers. He presses a firm hand into what looks to be the outline of your shoulder, before peeling the blanket away from you.

Bile rises in his throat as he clocks in the tears streaming down your cheeks, your hand pressed into your mouth to muffle your sobs, and eyes squeezed shut to hide the pain that was no doubt reflected in your beautiful iris’.

His heart shatters into a million pieces, not understanding what has happened that has upset you so.

But he quickly jumps into action.

Immediately shifting to lay on top of you, to allow his body weight to act as a grounding source, to allow his warmth to stabilize the adrenaline that is racing through your veins, to press kisses anywhere he has access to.

His hands run up and down your sides, squeezing at your waist and hips before pulling you up into him, molding your body against his as his arm wraps tightly around your waist, his other arm reaching up to finger the ends of your hair.

“What happened my beloved? Has something hurt you?”

You don’t even reply, you just bury your head into the junction of his shoulder and neck, inhaling his cinnamon and apple scent, tinged with the afternoon rain and leaves, allowing for the sound of his heartbeat to calm your own.

You finally open your side of the bond, allowing all your feelings to flood towards him. He takes a sharp inhale, overwhelmed by the rush of negative emotions, but doesn’t say anything. He wants you to share these feelings with him. He wants to lift the burden of these feelings in any way he can. And if that means letting it go onto him, then so be it.

You shake against his body for a while, tears soaking into his shoulder as he strokes your hair, at some point pulling you into his lap and rocking you back and forth.

And when you are ready, you finally begin to tell your husband about your day. About how the day started off so perfectly with him waking you up, and how you felt so motivated to feel pretty for him. How nothing worked out and it left you feeling insecure. How the girls were upset that their papa wasn’t there in the morning, instead they were stuck with mama (even though you know that is not how they meant it to sound, they are only babes for mothers sake). How the towns people had so many concerns. How the children of the court had suffered. How upset you were that these things would take time to fix. How upset you were that you couldn’t relieve the peoples pain with one law, with one all included fix. How much you missed him throughout the day. How much you had wanted some alone time with him... some private time... how disappointed you were when he wasn’t there at breakfast, and how you just were not feeling good. Not feeling good about the day. Not feeling good about the state of the court. Not feeling good about yourself.

And he listened. Stroking your back with one hand, and your hair with the other. Pressing kisses into your temple and forehead, onto your cheeks and corners of your eyes every time a new tear tried to slip out.

He didn’t interrupt you once, allowing for you to get all your feelings out there. Only sending strokes of love, appreciation, pride, longing, and want down the bond that tied your two hearts together.

And when you finally finished, tears all dried out, breathless from your rant, his hand came up to your chin, gripping it to force eye contact with you. The bond had tightened into one of pure devotion streaking down to reach your end, encasing you with your mates love. His amber iris’ stared into yours, flicking back and forth, reflecting only honesty and truth as he began thickly, “My beloved, you are the most stunning female I have ever seen, ever had the pleasure knowing, probably the most stunning female to have ever existed. You are the definition of ethereal, elegance, dazzling, enchanting, and alluring. Your beauty exceeds that of the stars, moon, and sun. There are not enough words to describe your beauty, really there are no words that can accurately describe it either. You are just going to have to take my word for it, and I promise you that I will prove to you ever day how bewitched I am by you. I am so sorry your day didn’t go as you wanted it to. I was actually hoping to join you sometime later today, but I got pulled away by the border issues and I just didn’t have enough time. I am sorry you had to deal with all that on your own. Things for the people are very emotionally charged right now, but I am so fucking proud of you. I am proud to have you as my high lady. I, and the people of this court, are incredibly blessed to have you as high lady, my beloved. You handled things beautifully, and in ways that I couldn’t have done better myself. You are allowed to have off days my love, but I am here for you. And I am going to remind you every time you have one of those days, actually, I am going to remind you every day, that you are my entire heart. My whole soul. And my world, along with the babes. My universe revolves around you. And you are the most loved person I know. The babes absolutely adore you, and while they were complaining in the morning for you, you should’ve seen how they cried when they realized you would be gone for the entire day. It took hours to console them beloved, hours. I was nearly about to rip my hair out before I brought in the hounds to distract them. You are their world. You are the perfect mama to them, and I assure you that you are their favorite being to exist, and I cannot help but feel the exact same. I love you so much, and it is going to be okay. I promise you.”

Your lip trembled at his devotion towards you. Everyday, your mate managed to surprise you with the amount of love and affection he held towards you. Everyday, over and over again, he proved that he was the only being that you could ever possibly want or need to be happy, to be content, to live. “Thank you, Er,” you whispered, leaning forward and capturing his lips against yours. They moved slowly and passionately against each other, pulling away and coming back. Gasping against each others lips for air before shifting to press against each other with no space left in between. His tongue slipped between your lips, ushering into your mouth to stroke at your tongue causing a shot of lust to course through your body. He leaned back, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, eliciting a soft moan that had him surging forward again.

“EWWWWWWWWWW”

Both Marwa and Twila’s little voices squealed at their parents display of affection, you shoved Eris away at the sound of your babes, immediately glancing over his shoulder to see the two of them scrunching their tiny faces in disgust. The both of them must’ve snuck in at some point during Eris’ speech, and-

“Mama, Papa was sucking your face off!” Twila screamed, leaping across the room towards you. Marwa following behind her just as quickly. Both landed on their papa, causing Eris to fall back with an “omph”

Their tiny fingers shoved into Eris’ sides trying to tickle the male to get him away from their precious mama with their best effort. Luckily for their papa, he was not very ticklish.

Unluckily for them, the babes were.

He locked eyes with you, amber iris’ lined with mischief that caused you to giggle and nod. You both snatched one of the girls away, sending soft brushes across their torso and behind their knees where they tickled the most, sloppily kissing every inch of their faces you both could reach. Their little screams of laughter that followed, soothing the last seed of ache in your heart.

#girldad!eris #marwa and twila #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x you #eris x you #eris acotar #eris vanserra acotar #head empty only eris #girldad!Eris Vanserra

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imagine-knb · 4 months

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Aomine x Momoi post-Winter Cup headcanons? When they realize they have feelings for each other, how they start dating, etc.

everyone seemed to think that Momoi would never get over her love for Kuroko and — to an extent — they were right

that is, until Kuroko starts dating another person

despite all her feelings for him, Momoi knows that to continue pursuing anything romantic with Kuroko after he starts dating someone else would be wrong; she would either win him and they would both be in the wrong, or she would ruin whatever positive feelings he had toward her already permanently

she spends a long time crying over him and, as her childhood best friend, Aomine is her (reluctant, at first) shoulder to cry on

he does what any childhood best friend would do — long talks over the phone in the middle of the night, buying her some of her favorite snacks (though he always complained about the price), even trying to convince her that Kuroko ain't shit (though they both know that's a lie)

eventually Aomine convinces Momoi to try dating other people to forget about Kuroko

for a while, she takes his advice; for months straight she seems to be going on a date with a new guy every weekend, but none of them seem to be good enough for her

Aomine doesn't think they're good enough either and he tells it to her face, too

Staring at the screen of Momoi's phone in a deadpan, Aomine rolls his eyes before tossing the device onto the couch. He waves flippantly as Momoi scrambles to go pick up her tossed cellphone.

"Guy looks like a tool," he snorts.

"Dai-chan, be nice! He's really cute and sweet," Momoi chastises, clutching the phone close, screen pressed against her chest, as she glared at him. "And how do you know? You haven't even met him yet."

"Don't gotta. I can tell by looking at 'im that he's shit for you." Aomine has a glare of his own directed toward Momoi as he says this. "And if you're not going to believe me, then don't come crying to me when it doesn't work out with this jackass either."

Offended, Momoi leaves Aomine's room with a slam of his door.

It only takes her hours to find out that Aomine was right, the guy wasn't for her. It only takes him minutes to take back what he said, welcoming her crying form back into his comforting arms.

one weekend, after a particularly awful date, Momoi demands Aomine takes her out to cheer her up; he doesn't seem as reluctant as usual this time when he says okay

while on the "not a date", as Momoi affectionately called it, they both start to see a different side to each other that they'd never acknowledged before

Momoi starts to realize how dependable Aomine was when it came to her, how often he was willing to drop things just to make her feel better, how he was always around

Aomine starts to realize that Momoi had grown a lot from that annoying little girl who used to follow him around; she'd matured, she was sweet despite some of her shortcomings, and she had always been in his corner

by the end of the "not a date", Aomine is telling Momoi that he wouldn't mind hanging out with her again the next weekend if another shitty date falls through

when the next weekend comes and they do end up going out again, Momoi doesn't have the guts to tell Aomine that she hadn't asked another person on a date; she just wanted to see him

for months they go on these "not a dates" until one day...

Standing at the front doorstep to her home, Momoi watches as Aomine turns to start heading back toward his own house. She bites her bottom lip in thought, knowing she had to make a quick decision before he got too far.

"Dai-chan."

When Aomine turns, looking back at her with a quirked and questioning brow, she swallows the nerves that are thickening in her throat.

"Next weekend..." She pauses, trying to collect her thoughts into words. "Next weekend, can we go on an actual date?"

A dark flush of color finds its way onto her cheeks when he snorts at her, a smirk on his face. She thinks she's about to get rejected when he suddenly starts walking back over to her. When he places a large hand over her cheek, she leans into his touch instinctively.

"Thought we were already doin' that," he murmurs, voice low. He leans down, brushing his lips against hers in a chaste kiss that leaves her face darker than the shade of her hair. It has him snorting out another quick laugh. "But sure. Next week we'll go on an actual date for sure."

#aomine #momoi #aomomo

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harrowing-of-hell · 7 months

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it is 4am and i have consumed alcohol and i'm having tlt thoughts but they will probably not be coherent and this will be a very stream of consciousness post you have been warned

ok so to be very honest i was baffled that people read griddlehark as like, explicitly romantic whenever i first was browsing the tlt tag

like they were very obvs homoerotic and like i will directly quote tazmuir here and say there were "elements of a love story there" but i was not getting the same vibes that apparently everyone else was??

and maybe this is the difference between reading GTN in 2019 and then having to wait a year for HTN, because to me that allows a lot of time for your mind to sit and think on things and speculate

meanwhile i read GTN and HTN back to back. from my notes i finished GTN sept 14, 2022 (and i started reading it like, at MOST a week before that) and then i started HTN on sept 22 and finished it four days later (rip to people who say HTN was hard to read couldn't have been me. saw that it was in second person and nutted on the spot literally my favorite POV. guess im just built different. anyways)

so like, very obviously little down time between reading those 2 books so not a lot of time to really sit and think on it given that this is TLT we're talking about

but even now having read NTN and it now being a full year later since starting the series i still... don't get it

rather, i do not get it trying to read their relationship from the way that most people in the fandom seem to be reading it.

the pool scene and like, the drastic shift that it caused in harrow and gideon's relationship made very little sense to me and seemed kinda out of nowhere until i started thinking about it in this way; harrow and gideon do not love each other for who the other person is but rather what that person might mean for them.

to me gideon is vrry obviously someone who craves purpose after being treated like shit and generally just viewed as someone as disposable. so it makes sense to me that her goal was to escape the ninth and go join the cohort (so she can go be disposable but With Purpose).

but when they got to Canaan house....

bro cytherea groomed her SO FUCKING HARD. it's actually kinda fucking funny in a fucked up way because cytherea was like "noo gideon don't let anyone treat u like this" while gideon was getting her life force succed out of her but LITERALLY every one of cytherea's interactions with gideon just... reinforced and instilled the idea of cavalierhood in gideon

so much so that by the end of GTN gideon was like "no harrow YOU'RE the one who doesn't understand what a necro and cav are supposed to mean to each other." brainwashed. absolutely brainwashed.

ofc being surrounded by other necro/cav pairs who were Properly fulfilling their social roles influenced her as well, but cytherea had such a big part to play in it.

so naturally gideon's Search For Purpose shifts from being disposable-but-with-purpose in the cohort to being disposable-but-with-purpose as a cavalier.

so for gideon a relationship with harrow as her cavalier might mean a chance at having a Purpose, and this is why gideon loves her

meanwhile for harrow... the girl is 200 dead children and has been suicidal about that shit from day one. so here is one of the children that was supposed to die for her, but didn't, and fought her every single day of their lives, and it's this child that's offering her forgiveness???? like bro ofc she's gonna take that it's literally the salvation she's been looking for that even God, as we learn in HTN, can't offer her.

so naturally when the answer to lyctorhood is "ok now kill her and vore her soul <3" harrow would be like FUCK no. harrow has only now really beginning to think of gideon as a person and not a slave, as someone who is OF the Ninth house and not just beholden to it. so whyy would she ever kill her at this point.

and we KNOW this means so much to harrow because, thinking she's on the brink of death, she just straight up asks gideon if she's really forgiven her.

this is why i think they love each other and also i think this adds up with where they are now in the series. their reasons for loving the other person are completely at odds!!! so even with their now "Repaired" relationship it is still hopelessly fractured!!!

and tbh i do think griddlehark at this point is more, but not at all completely, one-sided than most people think because like, i think (or at least i hope??) harrowhark is slowly snapping out of this line of thinking and is realizing that's Not a healthy way to view gideon (idk i may be wrong) while gideon is DOUBLING DOWN SO HARD on being a cavalier. like that is her Purpose now it is her Identity!!! she needs to be someone's cavalier, and if she can't be harrow's then she'll try to be her father's.

not a fucking word out of her mouth when alecto kisses harrow but when alecto pledges herself to harrow?? she called the soul of the earth A SLUT!! absolutely insane.

anyways that's it that's all i had to say. i hope harrow and alecto fuck nasty in ATN <3

im not tagging this as anything tlt related but this will prob still some how show up in tags anyways because tumblr is stupid and broken

#vixen.txt

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cato616 · 10 months

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NEGOTIATING OVER US (part three)

roman roy x fem reader

note: im glad actually at least a few people saw the other posts i was honestly expecting none at all, so yey thanks <3

summary: you're expecting to go back to see roman today; are you hoping to experience something like yesterday with him? or are you planning to have a normal "negotiation" (since of course you know you don't want to seel) day. Keeps you excited

content: some spicy spice and well as always degrading treatment from roman

You're pretty anxious about today, cleaning over every single table of the café every ten minutes and at the same time, taking orders, you really make those tables shine by the way; you're waiting until Liza arrives so she can start her shift and you can be gone already. cleaning, coffee, cleaning, coffee, cleaning... LIZA! she finally arrived and you dropped the rag when you were about to clean the counter for the third time, you really had to put your mind on something else because this types of meetings makes you impatient.

"hey Liza!" you waive at her. "You seem really happy to see me" she said to you with somewhat of a worried face. "yeah! i gotta be somewhere and i wa-" "you want me to cover the next few hours" Liza interrupted you finishing your sentence. "yes! you can't say no, i am your boss tho" you laugh with her. "where are you going this time?" she asks in a friendly way. "just having a date with-" "oh!" Liza adds mid sentence seeming amused, you continue. "... with the roy family" you say. "oh..." Liza's face changed to disappointment. "yeah... they're still trying to make me sell" you said to her while you start to put your coat on; since Liza is one of the few people that knows about the history of the café, when you said that, she felt a little blue about it. "so, are you... going to sell?" She asks you pitifully. "I don't want to sell Liza... im just, meeting them anyway... roman always came here, i am now going over there" Liza nods with her head smiling at you and then waiving goodbye when you start leaving.

You start walking over your grand meeting with roman roy, and just by knowing that, it makes impatient all over again, you can't think about it until you get to arrive there, so you put your headphones on and start listening to music to escape your mind a little bit.

You're a block away from the building, and my my, it looks even bigger than last time, you start having a lot of vertigo by just looking at it.

Here we are now entering hell. "good morning hey, im here to see roman roy?..." you had to ask the receptionist since you couldn't go up in an elevator without authorization. "uh... yes, you may go" she kindly directs you to the security guards who would let you go in with their key cards; very intimidating men, feels like they destroy animal plushies just for fun. you walked really fast into the elevators, those big guys had some scary faces too, who hired them? never mind, that makes sense.

You're in the elevator, breathing, in and out. You can't help but to feel nervous about these places; these people makes you drop huge gouts of sweat over your forehead, and under your armpits, that's why you needed to relax first. 'ding.' You arrived at your floor, it's time to shine.

Right after you set a foot outside the elevator, you look up, and you see roman waiting for the same one. You stared into each other's eyes at first and even for a millisecond you felt you wanted to say something different by just looking at him, but you immediately great him like an every day person. "hey roman, good to see you" you unintentionally stretch your hand to him, he obviously doesn't copy you and do the same thing instead looks down at it as he feels grossed out by the gesture, and starts laughing, of course. "oh yeah yeah mrs. princess come on in to the castle" he stretched your hand in an ironic way while making a silly voice. "don't greet me like that, I'm not the fucking president of the united states." You two start walking to his office and well, you looked very solemn by his attitude, but deep inside you did felt a bit embarrassed, you never actually did that when he would stop by your shop the other times. "(you sigh) always so delighted to see you roman" you sarcastically tell him. He opens the door for you to go in. "yeah don't worry darling, i know that you hate me and blah blah blah". You sit down on those sofas he had in his office, and after he said that you zone out and start to reflect about it, i don't think I've actually ever hated him, i said the words but never felt it.

You zone back in when he suddenly sits on another seat in front of you, there's a bit of silence, there's words that are trying to come out of your mouth but you're worried how much it would change the atmosphere in the room. "i've... never actually hated you... by the way." Roman seems astounded by your comment, he has a slight smirk on his face. "oh wow, really? you're the first one then" he then suddenly starts to make deep eye contact with you; you're the type that can't stand eye contact for even a second, so your eyes start to wonder somewhere else to avoid him; oh shit no, not down there, look up! look up, the window, perfect, stay still. Of course roman noticed your anxious look around the place, and those accidental wonder eyes you gave him. "what? what you looking at? a plane?". You're now tired of his teasing at this time of the day, and get to the point.

"i only came back here to tell you once more that i won't ever sell my coffee shop" you told him very confident, you felt good about yourself after saying it; he smiles at you as if he believes that you don't know what you're saying. "what?" as you start to feel on edge by his silence and his smirking, that unfortunately makes the insecurity come back to your body, damn you, roman you bully. "maybe for now let's say you don't wanna sell, sure" he's making you feel confused and irritated with his stupid superior complex. "i am not going to sell roman" you said to him very serious this time. "I've told you about it already" you remind him about your story. "oh yeah boo-hoo sad backstory-" You struggle to feel confident at times, but you don't let people like that in your life, he really does feel like he's better the anyone else. "I'm leaving, hope you have a good day you little shit" you rapidly get up from your sit almost about to leave the room. "okay waitwaitwait stop". roman didn't even felt like getting up but he did like saying wait very fast. "i don't know why i stopped, but of course that you roman tend to be fucking selfish, egocentric, and a bitch, but who knows why, i forgot about that" you yelled.

Quietness fills up the room; your face is hulk red and his is blue; he looks down, defeated. "pff, wow, i thought you said you didn't hate me" You couldn't believe that he felt sad about it, however, you were deeply fighting your inner self, started to feel a little regretful. "oh so apparently you're the victim, nice one" you sarcastically put your thumbs up to him. You paused, he didn't say anything. You didnt want to at the moment, but deep down you wanted him to feel remorse; you felt like you should be civilized about it. "just try to say sorry perhaps and we can then, continue our day"

He starts to get up very slowly from his seat, his eyes gradually starts to direct themselves from the floor to then your eyes, he's now very delicately getting closer to you. Your face meets his face, you stayed very still, not a word coming through your mouth. His eyes slightly start to shift, left to right, like if he's trying to decipher what your eyes are telling him. then he quietly says, "i am, sorry... i didn't say, anything about our meeting, last night". You froze.

Although you were pretty aroused by that meeting yesterday and actually wanted to have something like that happen again, the adrenaline; you weren't very good at confronting it. So now you felt it became harder to breath, while your heart was beating faster. "You want me to say something about it?" He wanted you to respond as of course you were at the moment, unavailable, your mind is currently out of thoughts. "um.. a-about, what?" you continue to not admit the events. "I'm not stupid- you fucking want me, don't you?"

continue

#roman roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy x you #roman roy fic #succession #succession fic #fic writing #fem reader

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maochira · 1 year

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Hi Mao! Im back at it with my self-indulgent ideas but like hehehe

so I read in Yukimiya's wiki that he likes handsome women, personally I feel like someone who would fall into that category but it makes me feel a little insecure at times because usually women arent supposed to be seen as handsome.

So anyway, female y/n whos seen as handsome and is insecure abt it and supportive and gentle Kenyu who comforts them when they question herself.

Hope you have a nice day/night/afternoon <33

I always love your Yukki requests!!😭💟 Also I just checked Yukimiya's wiki and "His type is someone who laughs a lot and will always watch over him." THAT IS SO CUTE. HELP.

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Tags: reader is written as gn!reader but implied to be female (no third person pronouns so reader can be seen as another gender too!!), can be seen as platonic or romantic!!, kissies at the end but hey kissies can be platonic............ if you want to (I certainly want a platonic kiss from Yukki)

There's always this jealousy inside you that makes you feel so awful each time one of your friends post a picture of themselves and the comments are full of compliments like "You're so pretty!!" It hurts because you never get comments like that from your friends. Instead, they tend to comment inside jokes or something like that. While you love your friends and their jokes, you just know they're doing it because they don't think you're pretty, so they avoid saying any compliments at all.

You actually start dreading their comments. You always hope to see any compliments from them, but because you don't want to get your hopes up, you decide to deactivate the comments on your newest post. Then it ends up becoming on all of your posts.

But there's one person who always leaves you at least one nice comment. Yukimiya always leaves sweet comments on your posts that aren't exclusively jokes. That's why he immediately noticed your comments were deactivated.

"Are you okay?" Yukimiya doesn't even say hello when you pick up his phone call. Whenever he gets worried about you, he immediately gets straight to the point.

"Why are you asking?" You're really not okay at the moment. Insecurities are dragging you down. But you wonder how Yukimiya suspects that.

"The comments on all of your posts are deactivated. Did something happen? Did anyone comment something mean?" Yukimiya's voice is so full of worry, you can't hide from his question anymore.

He knows you get insecure over your looks every now and then, and he's always there to comfort you. But still, you never get yourself to talk to him about it unless he approaches you about it first.

So now, you're on the phone with Yukimiya and tell him why you deactivated the comments and just vent a bit more as you continue. In the background, you can hear him getting ready to leave his house. The entire time you think he's about to go to soccer practice until he says "I'll be at your place in 20 minutes, okay?" before ending the call.

And just like he said, about 20 minutes later Yukimiya stands at your door. The moment you let him in, he pulls you into a hug and showers your entire face with kisses.

"Don't worry about being 'pretty' in the same way as the others. You don't need to be like them, you know that? You're so handsome, that makes you beautiful to me."

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock yukimiya #bllk yukimiya #yukimiya x reader #yukimiya x you #kenyu yukimiya x reader #kenyu yukimiya x you

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robs-corner-of-the-internet · 1 month

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Dear friend,

if anyone is out there and reading this then hi! this is my little part of the world where i can talk about the stuff that i cant tell anyone about irl. My name is Rob and im 15 years old. Im anorexic, i also have depression, anxiety and adhd :D Fun ikr?/j. But yeah its a lot to deal w and i just needed somewhere to talk about it all and here we are.

Ive had ana for about 2 years now but ever since i moved to my mom its been good and bad periods. Right now you could say im in a "bad period", just meaning that i dont want to get better. Honestly I wish that i could be normal but i just got a scale and i cant imagine gaining weight and being able to see each kg i gain.. I also just get nauseous when i eat literally anything so i would rather not.

My depression also has good and bad periods and sometimes i just want to give up but i cant bc then i get behind on school work. Ive been feeling like im holding my head just above the water, waiting for someone to help me but no one ever does. That was awfully depressing but it really is true! Ive been getting worse and i even started hurting myself again. some days i get this overwhelming sad feeling and it consumes me until theres nothing i can do but cry, dissociate or hurt myself. The worst part is that this happens in school quite a lot and most times i go non-verbal too. I am just very exhausted and i want this all to be over soon. I wish that life was like a movie so that you could stop it and watch something else once in a while.

There is a lot of bad things to talk about but there is some good too! I have recently gotten into DnD for example. Its very fun but a lot to learn. I am going to be DM for a group of new players while i am as well a new player so its a bit scary. I am very excited about it still! Some of my other interests are reading, writing, listening to music, sleeping, observing, and musical theater/theater. I like mitski, rain, big theif, the cranberries, The perks of being a wallflower, Aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe, Dead poet society, smoking, and going on walks. some things about me are that i go to a waldorf school, i live in sweden, i have a gf (<33), im greyace, i acually have good grades (whatt:0), and basically my whole wardrobe is thrifted!

Anyways, back to the bad-ish stuff! Okay well this isnt all "bad" but i am going to be posting pro-for-me ana stuff cuz i need somewhere to share it all so here is some of that. cgw - 37kg (updated in bio) ugw - 35kg (or just basically as low as possible) lw - 37 cw - 38.3 (updated in bio) cbmi - 15.7 (updated in bio)

So rn im not acually counting my cals bc i feel that its easier to just not eat during the day and then if i really have to ill eat dinner (cuz of my mom). So far its working, i just wish i lived by myself. Everything would be so much easier.

Sorry this was a lot longer than i thought it would be:o Hope you enjoyed hearing a bit about mee and i hope ur having a good day/night<3

//Love always, Rob

#@na #th1n #boy ana #ed behaviour tw #ed meals #ed not ed sheeran #th1n$pø #ed vent #ed relapse #ed not sheeren #actually mentally ill #mental illness #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #sorry for being depressing

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slightlyhopefulromantic · 9 months

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ok hi im sorry I’m going RABID over your monsters and mommies au. so you’ve said mercades and lark’s relationship is the healthiest, what about mercades and sparrow?? im assuming it’s not henry-lark levels of bad but what’s up with the differing bonds between the twins? (aka im just a sparrow oak garcia fan and wanna hear as much as possible in as many different aus as possible)

"im assuming it’s not henry-lark levels of bad" uh. well. um. you can assume that if you'd like!

ive talked about their relationship more in-depth here, at the end of the post! i don't mind rehashing though. their relationship starts out really positive! theres an arc about sparrow coming to terms with her trans identity, mercedes is absolutely perfect about it (has been training for this day her entire life), intended to be a foil to carol&grant's more... not bad but rough journeys about their sexuality, LOL. up until deck picks, their bond is tight, they care about each other a lot, its all very sweet

post-deck picks, well.

sparrow is still the more positive twin in this, shes a lovewolf forever, but that attitude doesn't apply to mercedes at all. im just gonna directly quote myself here LOL: "sparrow is utterly convinced that she is destined for greater things in a very negative way, and blames her discovery of this on mercedes getting them stuck in the forgotten realms." she sees the moms in general as moderately to severely useless, blames mercedes for the fact that walter got hurt (just as lark does to henry in canon), and she refuses to indulge anything mercedes does to try and win her love back. post-s1, theyre prone to screaming matches that end in both of them going to their rooms and crying their eyes out. just mother-daughter things.

sorry it took me forever to answer. you sent your ask while i was sleeping and also mnmoms sparrow (and sparrow in general) makes me deeply unwell so i had to do a bunch of little sketches for you

#monsters and mommies au #dndads #mercedes oak garcia #sparrow oak garcia

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onethousxndvoices · 5 months

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SORRY IM LATE. HERE IT IS (full mocha infodump under the cut xoxo)

Basic Stuff :]

22, close to turning 23 around the time she comes along

One o them she/theys

She’s slow to warm up to others, but once she’s grown comfortable around you she’s much more outspoken and willing to goof off. Almost constantly wearing the Customer Service Persona otherwise

Their wrist brace isn’t part of Project Armstrong; they got their augmentation prior to joining Vandelay to help with nerve damage in their wrist.

Their fine motor skills are a little limited because of this, hence why their weapon of choice focuses more on bigger arm movement.

ok NOW on to the lore stuff

Mocha works for Vandelay HR and has been there since before the events of the game (little over a year, give or take). She’s the type to keep her head low and just do her work; drawing any negative attention to herself is the last thing she wants, especially in a company like this.

I guess she worked under Mimosa before everything happened? The game kind of lumps in a lot of HR’s work under Marketing for some reason so like. all the more reason for them to keep a low profile

In a similar vein, though, it DOES mean she would’ve had a hand in putting together Project Armstrong (although it was Very minimal). I like to think they saw Chai’s file while they were going through final passes and made fun of his application LMAO

Mocha was mostly business-as-usual during the day or two the game takes place (both on orders from her higher ups and because she wanted as little to do with whatever bullshit was sending the company into a frenzy as possible). They got dragged to the Armstrong Festival by a coworker who entered their name into the raffle, and they were in the crowd when Chai and the others crashed the party.

She thought it was pretty amusing to see her boss get humbled as hard as she did.

Post-canon leaves Mocha with a ton of work to do since the company is rearranging a LOT of stuff on pretty short notice (hooray /s), so it isn’t until a few months afterward that she and Chai actually meet.

They quite literally run into each other on the way into Vandelay Tower. Chai nearly ran her over after he overestimated his landing and Mocha nearly blew his hair back for it, but she had to awkwardly hold her tongue when she realized they were both taking the same elevator. Chai tries to redeem himself through some small talk on the way up, and through it Mocha eventually realizes why she thought he looked so familiar. She decides to let him off easy this time (he’s nice to look at so she can’t be that mad at him. or whatever)

I don’t really have much on how they grow closer beyond the fact that they just. keep running into one another. At first Mocha thinks it’s just coincidence but eventually she starts catching herself looking out for him in the usual places they meet up at (he’s just a nice friend they can talk to about stuff other than work :-) that’s all)

Music is absolutely one of the things they bond over. Chai was surprised to learn Mocha listens to a lot of the same bands he does (“I dunno, you just didn’t seem like the type to listen to that kind of stuff.” “And what does that mean?!”)

They’ll often share what they’ve been listening to recently with one another in the times they get to hang. They’ve both introduced each other to new artists and genres that way

At one point their random meet-ups becomes something they do on the regular, something that Peppermint DEFINITELY teases him over (although for the first couple months she and the others at the hideout probably doubted that Mocha like. existed LMAO). Chai swears up and down they’re just friends and then in basically the same breath mentions he’s gonna ask her if she wants to come with him to a concert for a band they both like

Mocha agrees. Obviously

I think it’s around this time that Mocha starts to let go of their ‘work-sona’ and express themself more honestly around Chai. The concert is really the first time he sees Mocha’s ‘real’ self; loud and happy and someone who can absolutely match Chai’s energy. They have an absolute blast and they get a little drunk and they stay up way after hours just. Talking (oh god. I kinda wanna write this scene FUCK)

They both talk a little about how they ended up where they are and lo and behold they are total opposites in just about every way

Mocha is basically the poster child of The Modern Adult Under Capitalism (go to college -> get a degree -> get a job and work until you’re old or dead) and she’s spent almost their whole life learning to smile and bear that fact. She kind of hints at her dissatisfaction with that life by saying she wanted to be an artist but. yknow (gestures at her cybernetic brace)

Chai doesn’t delve too much into himself (“Eh, it wasn’t much. I’m out here doing the stuff that actually matters now anyway”) but he does tell Mocha a little about his life pre-Armstrong. He’d always wanted to be a musician but couldn’t get far after he got into a pretty bad accident when he was like. 12ish. He didn’t lose any limbs but his right arm was pretty much a lost cause, hence why signed up for Armstrong in the first place.

Chai kinda chickens out from the vulnerability talk and tries to awkwardly change the subject but I think it’s here that Mocha confides in him that this is really the first time in a while she’s opened up to someone like this. She’s a hell of a lot more forward when she’s got that liquid courage in her so she kinda lays it on thick; she tells him that she feels like she can really loosen up when she’s around him and that she considers him someone she’s really happy to call her friend.

(Chai is thanking whoever’s upstairs that he blushes when he’s tipsy cause erm. haha)

He offers to walk her home after they’ve both sobered up enough and to his surprise, Mocha’s the one asking when they can do something like this again. Chai’s like “HELL YES” and he promises to let them know if there’s another show in town and Mocha does the same and Chai is like “haha it’s a date then :-)” and Mocha’s like “what” and Chai goes “HAHA NOTHING GOODNIGHT” and leaves

That’s all I’ve got for this really but 99% of this is just them mutually pining for each other but both of them being either too stupid or too scared or both to make the first move.

Mocha’s got a whole laundry list of reasons why she’s hesitant (has gotten burned A Lot in the past and is extremely guarded w/ their heart) (aspec so they have a weird relationship with commitment and romance in general) (doesn’t wanna ruin her friendship with Chai) (kinda was taught that the guy should make the first move when she was growing up and hasn’t really unlearned that yet) (please god help this poor girl)

Chai on the other hand has uh. Never been in a relationship before. He’s had flings with both guys and girls in the past but none of it was ever that serious, mostly because he’d kind of impulsively push them away when he felt like they were getting too close. Growing closer to Peppermint and the others (platonically) I think has helped him a lot in learning to trust the people he cares about more, but there’s still a lot of that uncertainty right before the leap of faith that’s keeping him from taking it

I think if this relationship were to work both of them would have to gain each other’s trust beyond what they have as friends. They both struggle with vulnerability but I think that in spending enough time together they’d slowly start to break down each other’s walls.

Also 808 would 100000% play ultimate wingman here. She’d let the others in on what’s going on between the two of them which is probably good cause bless these two but I don’t know if they’d get together without an extra outside nudge LMFAOOO

(Speaking of which I wanna flesh out how Mocha meets the rest of the party but I’ll save that for another day cause it’s uh. 1:30 in the am and I’ve written WAY too much about this already LOL)

Misc. Stuff yippee

Mocha carries a briefcase around with her for work that’s infamously heavy to most people other than her. She carries it like it weighs nothing but there’s a reason she doesn’t hand it to other people if she knows they aren’t very physically strong.

This is because the briefcase is a compact version of her hammer. She keeps it concealed most of the time because she doesn’t typically need to fight, but she’s come to understand the need to be ready if things come to blows (and sometimes you just need to hit things really hard with a hammer. like after you try talking to an unresponsive client for the third day in a row)

She has a vinyl collection at home! Mocha only recently picked vinyl collecting as a hobby so it’s nothing too overly impressive (yet), but she likes the feeling of owning physical copies of things.

Also because of this exchange I had with my friend Cherie:

#hi fi rush oc #oc x canon #moooore doodles of these two cause i didnt wanna just post all this text on its own. i hate these guys so much /lh #i was out for. much longer than i expected today oops #but ask and ye shall receive etc etc #long post warning under the cut i just kinda. copy pasted from the doc cause i didnt wanna deal w reformatting anything LOL #this is all my arts kind of devolved into in between big pieces and stuff. sorry for the brainrot #skip's art

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