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misstycloud · 13 days

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Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

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ponderingmoonlight · 1 month

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hi! how would gojo react to having a partner who struggles to walk sometimes (like needing a break if they’ve been up for too long or their legs randomly failing)

„I’m sorry, I need to sit down.“

You almost fail to understand your own words, ears ringing so violently that you feel like throwing up any given minute.

You’re weak. No matter how you twist and turn it, no matter how supportive your boyfriend is, you’ll always stay weak. Is it an illness, was it an accident? You can’t put a finger on it, mind occupied by nothing but shame and dizziness.

“Don’t apologize for that.”

His arm keeps you from falling over the bench you collapsed onto, holds you in place while you pray for your wobbly legs to regain their strength.

“I’m sorry”, you mumble again.

This definitely isn’t what the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of your lifetime signed up for when he fell in love with you. No, you can’t even walk properly, legs failing you randomly from time to time. Your glossy eyes dart towards him, how he sits next to you with a gentle smile on his face. Well, Satoru doesn’t seem to mind.

But you do.

“Didn’t ya hear m-“

“I’m weak”, you finally blurt out.

Countless times, you put on a show for him, laughed it off when your body once again failed you. But you’ve had enough. Fuck, how much you prayed to be normal, that Shoko might be able to heal you. How are you supposed to be the girlfriend you want to be for him when you aren’t even able to walk a mile without almost breaking down?

“How dare you to say something like this about my girlfriend? She’s awesome”, he jokes gently while his arm holds onto your waist even tighter.

Not even his cute little jokes are enough to get you out of this hole today. You sink into yourself, hands covering your aching eyes. He deserves way better than that, someone who’s able to keep up with him, someone he doesn’t have to worry about? But you? Your throat gets tight with every passing second, tears glistening in your eyes.

You’re nothing but a loser.

“Hey, look at me.”

He doesn’t give you a choice. With a swift motion, he holds onto your chin, forces you to look up at him and reveal the shame of your tears. Will he even want you after seeing you like this?

“You’re not weak because your body can’t keep up, okay? You’re not a worse person because you need a break. If I had a sharp mind like yours, I’d literally sacrifice everything else. You are the love of my life, (y/n). And I know exactly that you’re tearing yourself apart with your dumb thoughts. You are great, okay? Fuck that little breaks from here and there. Man, I wouldn’t have noticed that goat standing right there between the trees if we didn’t take a break here. Like are you seeing this?”

A little giggle escapes your lips before you can stop it, eyes darting towards the animal.

“You’re right”, you breathe out.

“See? Now stop what you’re doing there and tell me when you’re ready to go again, okay?”

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filmbyjy · 4 months

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COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

THIRTY-SIX – intimate yet seductive smell

you had entered the building, exaggerating your walk a little to make your curves stand out more. multiple men that worked in the office stared at you, their jaws dropping instantly.

just as you arrived at the office floor you worked at, someone grabs your waist. you knew exactly who it was. that cologne. that intimate yet seductive smell.

“Mr.Sim.”

“yes?”

“what are you doing.”

“there were a bunch of people who were staring at you-”

“I know but you aren’t my boyfriend so why should you care?” you had fired back. jake sighs.

“I know. I know I messed up, I shouldn’t be acting this way. Acting like some possessive guy when I already hurt you a bunch of times.”

“that’s great that you realise that. now, if you could excuse me sir. I have some work to do, being your secretary doesn’t mean I can just slack off. I still have a bunch of paperwork to attend to.” you say before pushing jake’s hand that was still around your waist.

your heels clacking as you had walked over to your desk. jay decides to walk over.

“ah, it’s nice to see jake all fired up in the morning. want coffee?”

“tea would be great.” you told jay.

“alright, I’ll come back in a bit.” he winks at you before leaving to the pantry area.

jake wanted to say something to you but he just decides to look down in shame and walk over to his office. a few hours flew by, everyone went to have lunch. just as you stood up ready to visit the staff cafeteria in the building, a familiar pair of arm wraps around waist.

“I miss you.” was all he says. his voice sounding fragile and almost broken. you could tell he was holding back some tears but you knew you had to stand your ground and make jake suffer a little (or possibly more).

you pushed his hand away and untangled yourself from him. “I’m sorry, sir. I have to leave, I am quite famished so whatever business you have can delayed after lunch. besides, this is still personal business so after work would work better.”

the flash of hurt on jake’s face didn’t go unnoticed. however, he understood why you were acting this way.

“sorry.” jake mutters in a defeated and sad tone. just like a puppy sulking.

and this went on for the whole week, even another 3 weeks later. jake would try to talk to you but you would reject his apologies and any form of him wanting to talk to you. you could tell he was cracking. it was starting to affect his work too. which was not good. he wasn’t listening much to the meetings that the fashion department had organised and he would leave in the middle of it. it caused some of the employees to think their work wasn’t good and had to be improved on.

in reality, jake was just distracted. his feelings were all over the place. he just simply didn't know how to act. this was the first time he really had to do something or else he'd lose the girl he really likes. sure, audrey was his first love and he lost her but he couldn't really fight his dad's orders so he had to stay in Seoul or else, this whole thing wouldn't even happen in the first place.

and since jake has now stood up to his dad, he finally has the freedom to do what he once would've done for audrey. to fight for his love for you instead. however, how was he going to do so when he had zero clue on what to do other than let you give him the silent treatment. jake knew it was easy to just use the money he had worked on but spending heaps of money for you was not a way to truly show his feelings to you.

"still nothing?" sunghoon says as he practically manspreads on the couch in the lounge area. ningning kicks his knees, the male could only wince at the pain.

"sit properly you fuck." ningning barks.

"why are you even here?" sunghoon bites back.

"(name) is my best friend, why are you here?"

"for moral support and my friend is an idiot."

"well-"

"you two should get a room and go fuck." jungwon rolls his eyes.

"oh? new ship? ningning noona and sunghoon hyung. ninghoon. sungning." ni-ki adds. sunghoon throws the pillow and it hits ni-ki right on his face.

"where is jay?" sunghoon says after he does a small celebration for successfully hitting ni-ki right in the face with the pillow.

"probably making out with some employee-"

jay walks in with jake. he had pinched the boy's poor ears while walking in. jake could only accept in and walk in the room in defeat.

"brought this fucker here. now, speak. tell the others, specifically (name) what you wanted to say."

jake looks around the room. he could tell the tension was definitely a little tense. heeseung and hyunjin had cracked their knuckles in case. felix, san and hongjoong were ready to hold them back but they were also watching jake warily. one wrong move and he would be beaten up like a tenderized beef.

"umm." jake starts off. his eyes met with yours. then he did something he could only think of. he got on his knees. everyone was in shock even you.

"(name), i-i know this isn't exactly how our relationship or umm whole umm."

"spit it out." sunghoon says. jake sends sunghoon a small glare.

"ever since the start. meeting you when you crashed into me and spilt coffee on me and then seeing you during the interview. working with you for 4-5 years. i was harsh to you during those early days, hell even year. i am just a grumpy, young CEO who doesn't know how to control his emotions. I never knew how to control myself. I just shut myself out and block any form of feelings when it comes to working with girls.”

“but then…those feelings I never knew I had for you started blooming quickly and I was terrified. I wanted to stop myself, what if…I would get hurt again like how I did with Audrey. I didn’t want to go through it again. But then Layla…she loved you instantly, it warmed my heart. she accepted you when she’s never easily warmed up to people. I knew there was something.”

jake steps forward and carefully reaches out to cup one of your cheeks, his hands were shaking. “so, (name). I know I’m not the best guy. I hurt you twice by pushing you away and being a jerk. no words can ever express how sorry I am.”

when you don’t say a single word, jake was about get down on his knees, you gasp and held his hand.

“wait, don’t get on your knees. please.”

“but I did so much bad-”

“I forgive you.” you finally say.

dead silence.

“WHERE IS THE GIRLBOSS MOMENT??” Sunghoon yells.

you would’ve answered but with jake’s lips against yours, you couldn’t. the way his hands gently held onto your waist. it causes goosebumps against your skin, it felt good. really good.

“woah woah.” heeseung pulls jake away from you. it almost look like he was holding a kitten by the nape of its neck. “this is supposed to go on for more episodes, why cave in easily.”

“because they’re stupidly in love and I hate it here.” hyunjin says.

“they’re made for each other, how cute.” sunghoon sarcastically says.

heeseung drops jake’s collar and sighs. “you better not hurt my best friend again or I will plot a manhunt on you. it will involve the FBI and other authorities.”

jake nods quickly. clearly, judging by heeseung’s tone. he was not joking around so jake didn’t want to mess with him.

“so…is this finally end of war?” sunoo asks.

both you and jake looked at each other and then back at the others before nodding.

“YAY!! WAR IS OVER!! I can finally go back to working normally around you two.” ni-ki jumps.

“what do you mean?” you asked as your head titled.

“have you never noticed? 4 years working with you guys and you’ve never noticed the sexual tension?” ni-ki says.

“uh…”

“damn, you two are fucking oblivious as fuck.”

just as you opened your mouth, you felt jake’s hand (that was on your waist) squeeze your sides. it shuts you up real quick. you turned to meet his gaze and you swore, someone or something was under that gaze cause jake was definitely not there.

“they’re eye fucking each other in front of us.” hyunjin yells as that was the last thing you heard before you were completely focused on the man right beside you.

no thoughts…just sim jaeyun, your boss

and now…your boyfriend.

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a/n: ewww it’s disgusting how long I took to write this💀 my brain went holiday mode guys🤚🏻 so sorry, but I’m back more than ever and I am scheduling more chapters. who knows, I might have them queued🤫🤫

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nburkhardt · 8 months

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This is something that hasn’t left me since I read a fic from fucking glee years ago. It’s haunting me and goes away only to come back and swirl in my head so I’m just gonna write it out.

Saying this now, i remember a lot of season 4 but I’ve blocked out the Stancy parts hahaha so it’s not completely accurate to the show I don’t think. Also a quick heads up, I skip a lot of what happens in the show because it’s taking up too much brain power remembering those things lol (ps: if you see typos, no you don’t)

“I always pictured you, just, wanted to let you know before we head straight into danger”

Something inside of her wants to break and yet all she can do is nod at him and immediately head into that danger. Not wanting to look to closely at it right now, there’s more important things going on right now.

Takes her shotgun and decides she’s ending this once and for all.

It feels like an eternity passes before she finds herself in the hospital. One second she’s ruining her eardrums using the shotgun right next to her face, the next she’s following the emt’s light.

Surprisingly all of them has made it, she doesn’t know how but they have. It’s all she knows, couldn’t hear properly and too out of it to really follow anyone anyway.

“-eler, ms? Hello, Ms. Wheeler? Can you hear me?”

Nancy blinks hard and looks around to find a nurse standing next to her, “oh, sorry. What did you say?”

The nurse smiles softly at her before shaking her head, “I was asking if you wanted to call your parents now? Our generator finally kicked in and we’ve already asked your friends”

That makes her blink again, her ears still somewhat ringing, “yeah- yeah! I’ll, um, do that”

The call with her mom she barely hears, but she knows that they’re on their way. As she hangs up the phone she looks around and doesn’t see any of her friends, it makes her nervous.

“Hey, where are my friends?” She asks the same nurse and catches her surprised look, “did- you already told me didn’t you?”

The nod is enough but the nurse still says, “Yes, two of them got admitted, the other two are in there with them. They didn’t want to be separated so they’re in room 130, just over there”

She knocks once before opening it to find what she expected, Steve in one bed with Robin clinging to him and Eddie on the other with Dustin sitting next to him.

It shouldn’t be surprising but it is.

“Nance! Heyyyyyy, welcome to the party!”

Robin snorts, “don’t mind the Dingus Duo, the doctors gave them some strong medicine for the bites”

She shakes her head, smiling just a little at them. Steve’s mumbling about Robin ruining the party, Dustin’s laughing and Eddie has his eyes closed either falling asleep or already there. She takes a seat on the extra chair, opens her mouth but lost her words. The room is filled with beeping, Steve and Robin whispering and Eddie snoring.

It’s nice, this is nice.

A pleasant change from the chaos they went through just hours ago.

Seeing Jonathan is amazing, he pulls her close and presses a kiss to her forehead. Her arms are wrapped around him and she can’t stop the tears from falling even if it’s a happy moment.

Because it is, actually seeing him in person and not just hearing his voice.

He holds her close and it feels great, it does. But there’s Steve’s words echoing in her head. It makes her hide her face in hopes to cancel them out, she’s with her boyfriend. The boy she loves with all her heart, and yet, yet she’s thinking of the one she broke at sixteen.

Those words swirl, rattle and settles in her head as she helps fix the cabin up. They burn when Jonathan jokes about Steve being in charge, she huffs a laugh but disagrees.

She sees the confusion on Jonathan’s face. That doesn’t surprise her. Instead of continuing, they’re interrupted.

Seeing Joyce and all of the Byers reunite brightens the moment of confusion, seeing Hopper is a massive shock but a welcomed one.

Fixing the cabin is a process, but with the actual adults back, they decide to stop for the day and make their way home.

She watches as Mike clings to El and Will, watches as Joyce holds Hopper’s hand in a death grips. Sees Jonathan hovering and she’s on the outside.

There’s those words making her stay on the outside.

There’s static in her ears, her vision blurry, heart beating fast and she can’t figure out what happened. How did this happen? They were fine, Jonathan promised. She promised.

“I’m really sorry, Nance. I just can’t be in a relationship anymore, I love you. I do, but my family needs me and I, I need them more. You have to understand” he’s holding her close and she can feel his tears fall onto her, “I won’t ask you to wait, you deserve someone who’ll love and focus on you.”

All she can do is nod as tears go down her face.

They share one last kiss before separating for good. He hugs her close and she squeezes her eyes shut.

It’s several hours later, having spent most of the day in a haze. She’s sitting at her desk, trying to get her focus back, when those words from months ago start to swirl back in.

“I always pictured you, just, wanted to let you know before we head straight into danger”

“-just travel across the country, with my family”and “always dreamt this” filters in with it, she doesn’t know what she’s feeling, she shouldn’t be thinking about her first boyfriend like this.

Jonathan just broke up with her, not even a full twenty four hours yet.

But the words are swirling fast and she can feel her stomach flutter suddenly remembering that feeling those emotions Steve used to give her.

It was nice, even if sometimes she had to be away from him. He did treat her like she was his world and it felt like it. Nancy goes to sleep with a plan set in mind.

Tomorrow, she’ll go to Steve’s and hope he still wants that second chance.

Dressed in her best clothes, wearing pretty make-up, she makes her way to the Harrington house.

Seeing Eddie’s van parked outside doesn’t surprise her, not really, what does make her pause is when she walks by a bike and skateboard on the porch.

Seeing that makes her doubt the timing, Eddie there is alright he shouldn’t know the history between her and Steve. She also swears she heard him talking Steve about lost loves and second chances.

The bike can only be owned by Dustin and he definitely knows the history and Max well, since Spring Break, has been particularly living with Steve at this point. Stating a number of times that Steve is her brother, she might not know the story but she’ll be questioning.

But she’s here now and Steve’s words are on fire in her head.

So, she moves ahead determined. She knocks on the door and takes a few deep breaths to get her composure.

The door opens and it’s not Steve answering, it’s Dustin and she blinks. Losing that composure she just gained, it’s quick and she’s quick to get it back with an easy smile. “Hi Dustin, can I come in?”

He’s been hanging out with Eddie too much lately, since he is loose with his posture now and opens the door with an exaggerated smile and waving his arm as he opens the door more.

“Nancy?”

She looks around, sitting on the couch is Max who’s got an eyebrow raise and frown.

“Hi Max, I wanted to speak with Steve. What’re you doing here?”

Both of them shrug and Dustin moves to sit next to Max, “We have plans with Steve and Eddie, we got tired of waiting outside”

“So we broke in”

She rolls her eyes, moves to stand closer to the stairs, “Are they awake? Where is Eddie?”

The two share a look and she can’t figure out what it means, Dustin has a mischievous smile once he’s looking back towards her, “Upstairs”

A little suspicious at the look, but the words in her head has her pushing forward despite the alarm bells ringing that something is up.

Steve’s house has changed since the last time she was here, there’s more life within it and old family portraits are gone, photos of friends in their places instead. There’s a door with a sign saying ‘Dustin’s room’ on it, and she passes an open door that was originally Steve’s. It’s cleared out except for the desk and the plaid wallpaper.

The next room is opened just a bit, she itches closer and pushes the door to see more and her whole body freezes.

There on the bed is not only Steve but Eddie too. From where she’s standing, Eddie’s pressed up against Steve’s back and has an arm around him; keeping him close.

She tears her eyes away from them and immediately regrets it.

On the floor is a mix of Steve’s clothes and Eddie’s, that’s not it though. Sitting directly next to bed is ripped condom packaging and by the trash bin is a poor attempt at throwing away a used condom.

It brings her attention back to the bed, in the short glance away, Steve has moved in his sleep. Instead of facing away; he’s now facing Eddie and nearly on top of the other. She tenses up as Eddie tightens his arms around Steve, then she pulls the door shut before moving quickly down the stairs.

Without acknowledging the two on the couch she makes it to the door, just as she pulls it open the door she’s stopped.

“They’re asleep still? We could tell Steve you stopped by” she can just hear smugness coming from Dustin and Max sniggering.

Shaking her head, she refuses to look back at them, “no, no, it’s fine. Have uh, have a good day!”

“It doesn’t make sense! I, I thought- he” Nancy mumbles to herself, trying to collect her thoughts. She didn’t even bother moving yet, still sitting inside her car mumbling and trying to figure this out.

She could’ve sworn Steve was flirting with her, she knows she was a little during the fight. It felt natural and right. Even though it was wrong, very wrong. But- it was potentially the end of the world, they could’ve died! Everyone involved would understand her lapse of judgment.

Steve had told her, admitted his dream with her in it.

Him and Eddie? Steve likes boys? Since when? Was- was it a lie then? Was she being led on? Maybe even being used?

She’s so in her head, she doesn’t notice anyone walk up and only realizes when her whole body jolts at the knocking on her window. Shaking her head and reaching for her glove box, looking over her eyes widen at Steve standing there.

He’s wearing sweatpants with only a jacket over his bare chest, he looks worried, confused and most importantly; scared.

Taking a breath, she rolls her window down before looking at him, “Steve, hi.”

“Nancy, what are you doing here?”

Frowning, she looks away from him and startles at seeing Eddie standing there by the door also looking scared. Her eyes must be wide, because Steve clears his throat and she immediately looks back at him. “I- I”

Steve sighs, dropping his arms to run a hand over his face and hair, looking away from her, “Nancy, what you saw- you can’t tell anyone. Okay? Please. I don’t understand why you’re here right now and I really don’t want to know rig-” he shakes his head, “just, please don’t tell anyone”

She opens her mouth, but the words get caught. Steve’s look is haunted, even more afraid then a few months ago. Closing her mouth, taking another look at Eddie by the door before focusing her attention back on Steve.

“I won’t. I promise, Steve. I won’t tell anyone, just- maybe we can talk sometime? All of us?”

He clearly wasn’t expecting that, she can tell by his eyes and how he glances behind him, before looking at her again. “I’ll have to talk with Eddie first, but, uh yeah sure.”

Steve gives a weak smile at her that she tries to match, despite her racing thoughts. He steps away from the car and she starts it, nodding her head before driving away. She watches in her rear view mirror as Steve walks over to Eddie and only squeezes his arm before leading him inside.

Imagines that once inside, Steve pulls Eddie close and holds him tight.

Three Days Later

It wasn’t avoiding them, she really wasn’t. She had to collect her thoughts, really figure out what she absolutely wanted in life now.

Which, she still doesn’t know, at least relationship wise.

Thinking back on the last few years and how they’re finally no longer fighting for their lives and the world, she can go for her dream of becoming a journalist. Which is exactly what she realizes, two days into her thinking, that’s what she actually wants in life. Not a relationship with Steve. Not even a relationship with Jonathan at this point, she doesn’t need that right now.

By the third day, she realizes how selfish she was acting and how much she actually scared, maybe even hurt Steve and Eddie.

That’s what brings her back to Steve’s front door with an apology and some cookies. There’s no bikes or skateboards this time around, just Eddie’s van and it’s not first thing in the morning.

Knocking on the door is quick and as she wants gets her composure and tries to relax. It’s not long before the door opens, Steve standing on the other side and her mind flashes back to the night in 83. Shaking her head to get rid of it, smiling she raises her hands up with the plate.

“I bought cookies”

Steve smiles a little and let’s her in, “you didn’t have to, Robs and I had a baking spree last night”

“Yeah and it’s all delicious!” Eddie shouts out, from somewhere.

It does some a little like a bakery in here, she notices. Placing the plate on the table before looking at Steve, “no, my mom insisted I bring them.”

Steve just nods as he closes the door, “It’s fine, we love cookies and if we don’t finish them, Eddie’s friends and Robs is coming over later anyway”

He leads her towards the kitchen and she’s not surprised to find Eddie at the table with paints and figurines, “Elder Wheeler, good afternoon on this fine day”

A laugh bubbles out of her, as she takes a seat across from him and she watches Steve take the seat right next to Eddie. Eddie looks towards him and she gets to see a silent conversation pass between the two, it’s not like the ones she’d see between Steve and Robin or even the ones she’d have with Jonathan.

It ends a second later when Steve looks towards her with a tight smile, “Nancy, I’m sor-”

“No!” She’s a little loud but it makes his mouth snap shut and Eddie to widen his eyes, “sorry, but you don’t have to apologize to me. If anyone should, it’s me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you guys or to make you uncomfortable. I, I wasn’t thinking straight”

Eddie snorts, “couldn’t imagine how to do that”

It makes both her and Steve break into a smile, she’s quicker at sobering up though, sits straighter and clears her throat before settling her eyes on Steve, “I was being selfish, that’s why I came over the other day. Your words were in my head and I thought, maybe they were telling me that we could have a second chance. But I realized, I don’t want it anymore.”

Steve looks confused, “my words? Wha- my old dream? That thing?”

She nods, “yeah and I didn’t think things through, came here and found you both in bed and, scared you”

“You did” Eddie nods, dropping a hand to Steve’s, “When Dustin and Max mentioned you were in the house and looking for Steve, it really did scare us”

“I know, and I’m truly sorry for doing that to you both.” She looks away from them and sees how tightly Eddie has Steve’s hand in his, “You’re-”

“Relationship,” Steve interrupts her, “our relationship”

She nods, “it’s yours and I shouldn’t have even thought of you the way I was.”

They both nod and it’s quiet for a moment.

“Can, can I ask you?” She doesn’t know how to approach this, this isn’t something she does a lot. This is completely different from anything she’s done before, “You don’t have to tell me anything”

The couple share another long look before looking back at her, “I’m gay, I only like boys.”

“I like both. I especially like Eddie” Steve’s smile is bright and aimed completely at Eddie, “before you ask, we’ve been dating since we got out of the hospital.”

It surprises her, it’s been months.

“Yeah, I was surprised too. Thought Stevie boy was still high off the pain meds, turns out he was completely serious” Eddie laughs, “We haven’t told many people, gotta be careful with this”

She’s not surprised by that and nods, “I understand, I’m just a little confused- if you liked him and why give me hope? Why tell me that dream of yours”

“Nance, we were in the middle of a war,” Steve squeezes Eddie’s hand before letting go and reaching over to take her hand, “I wasn’t lying, I did dream of having a future with you. I thought we weren’t going to come out of it, didn’t think I’d have even a chance of growing up. That dream was from a little lonely boy who loved you with everything, I thought you should know that before something happened to us. But that wasn’t my only dream, and I know that’s not the kind of life you’d want, right?”

Her eyes are watering and nods, “You’re right, it was nice though”

It makes all of them laugh and Nancy feels like she knows him better, “I really am sorry, not just for scaring you. But for what I did back then”

“I’m sorry too”

There’s tears falling from both of them and she can see Eddie wiping away his own eyes.

A laugh bubbles up out of her, then Steve and lastly Eddie. It’s tears and laughter between them now.

Okay, look I’ll be completely serious right now. This wasn’t supposed to be this long, honestly. That’s why it ends the way it does, because it could go on even more. But I’d be repeating myself I think. Also, all of this just for the image of Nancy finding out about Steddie in like the most awkward way possible. (Without it being completely explicit 🤣)

Hope it reads okay, I had some help from the discord babes, @i-less-than-three-you & @strangersteddierthings! Love you both lovelies 💜

Information that isn’t in the fic: Robin and Wayne are the first ones to know about Steddie. Dustin, Max & the CC boys are the only other ones that know (besides Nancy) everyone else doesn’t. Also this takes place over a span of a few months. The very first part is directly after vecna (max isn’t hurt) and jumps to the “two days later” after that. But Jonathan and Nancy break up is about two months later.

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okay i see you’re obviously a fan of hmc, as you should, but i have a question cause i read the book but people on tiktok pissed me off (as booktok usually does i’m about ready to get rid of it) and a lot of people were saying it’s weird that people love the relationship even though sophie “didn’t really love him” because she was charmed. but i was like no y’all i thought she really loved him?? like she stays with him to have a kid right so???

ok. here is a real way to comment on this yippee! this is actually aweslome because i get to do my little sophie rant.

first of all and most importantly - sophie was never charmed by howl. quite the opposite, really, which i would argue is how she fell for him in the first place.

“Oh, confound that gray-and-scarlet suit!” Sophie said. “I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!” The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same. She stumped a few steps further. “Anyway,’ she said with great relief, “Howl doesn’t like me!”

this is by far one of my favorite sophie moments in the whole book: and i understand the confusion here for more than one reason (will explain more later!) but clearly she’s using the gray and scarlet suit as a euphemism because she’s in denial. after everything she’s seen of him, sophie refuses to believe that she could fall in love with someone who is so intrinsically flawed—however, as we find at the end of the book—they’re the same in that respect.

howl is by no means a bad person or an evil person in the slightest, and despite herself sophie falls in love with him because of his kindness (like most people do, anyway) here’s some times that they bond …

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! “Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,” she said. “Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s all right-but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him-only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.”

“Behold the new Royal Wizard,” he said. “My name is very black.” Then he began to laugh, much to the surprise of Sophie and Michael. “And what did she do to the Count of Catterack?” he laughed. “I should never have let her near the King!” “I did blacken your name!” Sophie protested. “I know. It was my miscalculation,” Howl said.

Howl pointed a shaky hand up toward the canopy of his bed. “That’s why I love spiders. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try, again.’ I keep trying,” he said with great sadness. “But I brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and I know I shall never be able to love anyone properly now.” The water running out of Howl’s eyes was definitely tears now. Sophie was concerned. “Now, you mustn’t cry-”

“If you come out here alone, bring your stick to test the ground with,” Howl said. “It’s full of springs and bog. And don’t go any further that way.”

As she had feared, the hard black-and-white daylight coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black sleeves were torn in several places. There was not much to choose between Howl and the scarecrow. Oh, dear! Sophie thought. He must love Miss Angorian very much. “I came for Miss Angorian,” she explained. “And I thought if I arranged for your family to visit you, it would keep you quiet for once!” Howl said disgustedly. “But no-”

Howl rose up on his hands and knees with a scramble. “I can’t stay,” he said. “I’ve got to rescue that fool Sophie.” “I’m here!” Sophie said, shaking his shoulder. “But so is Miss Angorian! Get up and do something about her! Quickly!”

Howl looked a little sad, but he said, “We were both hoping you would. Neither of us wanted to end up like the Witch and Miss Angorian. Would you call your hair ginger?” “Red gold,” Sophie said. Not much had changed about Howl that she could see, now he had his heart back, except maybe that his eyes seemed a deeper color-more like eyes and less like glass marbles. “Unlike some people’s,” she said, “it’s natural.” “I’ve never seen why people put such a value on things being natural,” Howl said, and Sophie knew then that he was scarcely changed at all.

and finally…

“Sophie,” said Martha, “the spell’s off you! Did you hear?” But Sophie and Howl were holding one another’s hands and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. “Don’t bother me now,” said Howl. “I only did it for the money.” “Liar!” said Sophie.

howl and sophie are meant for each other! they compliment each other immensely, and it’s difficult to describe how well they do so concisely. what i can pin it down to is this: nothing is secret between them. they operate like best friends as well as they do as lovers; they never let anything slide between them! sophie refuses to take howl’s shit when he crosses a line, (and howl vice cersa, especially when sophie is putting herself down) but they also know each other well enough to truly know their intentions when they say anything. a great example of this in hmc is this whole conversation:

“Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?” “Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” Oh, dear! Sophie thought, looking round at the swirling grit. He’s being honest! And this is a wind. The last bit of the curse has come true! The hot grit hit her thunderously and Howl’s grip hurt. “Keep running!” Howl bawled. “You’ll get hurt at this speed!” Sophie gasped and made her legs work again. She could see the mountains clearly now and a line of green below that was the flowering bushes. Even though yellow sand kept swirling in the way, the mountains seemed to grow and the green line rushed toward them until it was hedge high. “All my flanks were weak!” Howl shouted. “I was relying on Suliman being alive. Then when all that seemed to be left of him was Percival, I was so scared I had to go out and get drunk. And then you go and play into the Witch’s hands!” “I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!” “Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!” Howl was slowing down. Dust kicked up round them in dense clouds. Sophie only knew the bushes were quite near because she could hear the rush and rattle of the gritty wind in the leaves. They plunged in among them with a crash, still going so fast that Howl had to swerve and drag Sophie in along, skimming run across a lake. “And you’re too nice,” he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. “I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.”

sorry for the chunky quote, but this is super super important for our two silly little characters and their dynamic!!

and as for the misconception that sophie was charmed by howl:

mrs. pentsemmon actually hints when she meets sophie that she cursed the grey and scarlet suit herself (out of jealousy, though she’d never say it) and the original passage says that;

The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same.

Sophie knows for a fact that she felt the same about Howl when he was wearing the blue and silver suit that she did when he wore the enchanted one, and she knew from that that she most definitely wasn’t affected by the charm.

also! a little note about misconceptions in general: the first time i read hmc, the ending scene felt out of nowhere. but that’s how subtly dwj worked in the character development throughout this story! at it’s core hmc is a character based story, and howl and sophie are the most important characters (sophie especially!) but in the first read through i think we all focused on the plot a little more since we didn’t know that was what it was. every read through since, i’ve seen how howl and sophie fall in love in real time! and it’s undeniable then. :3

anyways! relationships written by a woman always win fr. thanks for listening to my rant if you made it this far. and my good friend @thatfoolsophie if you have anything to add, please do to this already crazy long post lmao :3

#hmc book #howl’s moving castle #hmc #dwj #sophie hatter #howell jenkins #howl pendragon #howls moving castle #sophie x howl #howl and sophie #long post #book analysis

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BnHA Chapter 403: (But Just That One Part, Because I'm Not Caught Up)

Previously on BnHA: Truly no idea, but it kind of looks like Katsuki is riding some sort of spaceship, and everyone has gotten really, really sparkly. I see you all have been busy these past 22 months. Great job, keep it up.

Today on BnHA: “So it’s come to my attention that a truly shocking number of you are only reading this manga for a single character.” – Horikoshi Kouhei, October 2023.

so. where to start, lol

I guess I should open with an apology, because I am about to make a fairly selfish decision! what I am about to do, is post a reaction to Bakugou’s Return To The Manga. however, because I’m not caught up, I’m going to be reading this one scene completely out of context without knowing anything about what is going on. which means that I’m going to be missing out on god knows how many nuances and details, which means this reaction post will be short on those things as well. so basically I’m prioritizing my own personal gratification as a fan here even though it is 100% going to affect the quality of my reaction blog, and for that I genuinely am sorry. eventually I will finish catching up, and when that happens I will post a proper reaction with all the trimmings. that’s just how it is for now though

anyway so with that said, basically what I’ve done now is I have gone to the scanlation website, and clicked on chapter 403, and then scrolled down through most of the chapter while sort of half-looking away from my screen with my eyes squinted so that everything is mostly blurry, until I finally reached the big double-page spread with you-know-who doing his thing. namely, standing around on this giant glowy cereal bowl from the future, which appears to be either hovering up in the air, or slowly crashing onto the ground

and this right here, is exactly what I was rambling on about a moment ago. you guys I really am sorry to be doing this, because even I can tell this should be solemn and sincere moment of awe and excitement and relief. but because I completely lack any context whatsoever for wtf is happening, most of the dramatic impact is lost on me, and to tell the truth right now this page is a hell of a lot funnier than it has any right to be

like, so Deku. this boy is crying all the tears. I recklessly scrolled back up one page to see why, and it appears the answer is Because All Might Is About To Fucking Die (which, !??!?), so that’s actually VERY fucked up, and I’m sure I will have PAGES AND PAGES OF WORDS to say about all of that once I finally catch up properly. that is very traumatic and emotional and I will probably cry a lot about it

BUT, that being said, I just need you guys to know that without that context, Deku standing here with his giant head all >:O in the foreground, while Kacchan appears out of nowhere glowing with the power of a thousand suns and standing on top of this giant floating Smash Bros level that Nezu maybe probably built with his nine million dollars, is one of the wildest fucking things I’ve seen in my life. I feel like an accidental time traveler. you know when a character has one of those crazy prophetic dreams showing them chaotic glimpses of the future, and they’re just standing there all “???” because they have absolutely no clue what the fuck is going on? that is what it’s like right now

heh but there he is

“did you miss me, Izuku. back by popular demand after being on IR for 14 goddamn months. rebuilt better and stronger than ever thanks to the heroic spaghetti man wrapped tightly around my heart keeping me alive. just BnHA things. just a flesh wound. by the way, it’s me, Kacchan, just in case you didn’t recognize me on account of my still being really far away and completely covered by smoke, and also you thinking I was dead. here let me give you a close up to make this easier”

“fuck yeah. it really is me, btw. just in case you still couldn’t tell on account of me also being like 100x prettier than you remembered. guess it’s just that blindingly handsome character development”

also, “the end of an era” um hello, yes, what?? just what exactly have I missed here with all this All Might stuff?? because apparently All Might just prior to this was in some sort of mortal danger, is what I’ve been hearing, because everyone keeps posting excitedly about Kacchan showing up in the nick of time to save him? which incidentally makes my heart so incredibly fucking warm omg. it’s what both of them need AND deserve

why is everything so goddamn sparkly right now. this is like a Sailor Moon battle over here

love that look of instant recognition and shock and overpowering relief in Deku’s eyes though. also has he really been fighting in this cracked out OFA-overflowing mode this entire time?? he looks just like he did on the cover of volume 37. I still haven’t seen his actual canon reaction to the “death”, and I haven’t been keeping tabs on his fight with AFO??/Tomura?? at all, but I’m glad it looks to have been as emotional as I could have hoped

aw fuck yeah

his precious card. I’m now almost as invested in the saga of the All Might card as I am in all the rest of this. it’s all beat to hell, but somehow still made it through in the end. just like him

oh. my. g

protect them.

protect them all.

so is the reason this fight is so sparkly just because of OFA symbolism, then?? or is there something else happening here?? goddammit, okay, I‘m gonna very carefully scroll back to the beginning of the chapter, because I’m 100% positive there is some sort of deeply meaningful symbolic thing going on here and I’ll be damned if I miss out on it, spoilers or no

-- oh my goD??!

1. BABY ALL MIGHT WHAAAAAAT

IS THAT HIS MOM???? OH MY GOD DID WE GET ALL MIGHT BACKSTORY. oh my god. oh god. no actually don’t tell me, ahhhh I cannot fucking wait to read this properly, holy shit

so did something wind up happening to Mighty Mom later on then?? feels like it must have, since he wound up getting so attached to Nana? man I don’t want to think about any of that stuff after seeing this panel though :( just, damn it, why is this man’s whole entire life so goddamn fucking tragic

“the one thing I’ve done most is looking back to the path I took” my god I cannot wait to read this. only two short pages and I’m already buried miles deep into my All Might feels. came here for the triumphant Kacchan return and now I’m sitting here tearing up about All Might, god damn you Horikoshi YOU’VE STILL GOT IT. and I am STILL A SUCKER FOR ALL OF IT

anyway, so now back we go to the last couple of pages with this additional context, aaaaand...

...and apparently I’m now full-on crying about All Might! (: well how about that. turns out when you read the manual and follow the instructions properly this series still works exactly as advertised. don’t mind me I’m just sitting here sobbing because everything is exactly what I wanted and I apparently don’t know how to deal with that!!

THEIR FEELINGS BECOME WHAT?!?!?!

EVERYTHING IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED AND I’M GONNA BE A MESS ABOUT IT FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME BECAUSE LIFE IS GRAND!!

ARE ALL OF THESE WATERY SPARKLES LIKE. DEKU’S FUCKING TEARS LMAO OR WHAT. HOW IS KACCHAN IN THE SPLASH ZONE. HOW ARE HIS TEARS HOLDING UP THE SPACESHIP. I DON’T UNDERSTAND A GODDAMN THING BUT THIS IS NOW OFFICIALLY A SHOUJOU MANGA, I DON’T MAKE THE RULES

the urge to ruffle baby Deku and baby Kacchan’s hair is so goddamn powerful you don’t understand. this is PRIMAL. they are SO happy and SO good and perfect. I’m gonna fucking die

there’s not even any dialogue. what the fuck are they even gonna say. their expressions say it all and more. also they are being kind to me because they know I’m not caught up so they don’t want to spoil me any further, thank you my sons

lastly, I guess, because I don’t really have anything else to add now that my brain has fully turned to sappy mush: so uh. I truly have not the slightest clue how or why, but. does Kacchan have OFA though. and why is the answer, “yes he definitely does.” ???

like, I don’t understand it, but I confess that by now I have spoiled myself on the last few pages of chapter 362 for reasons (those reasons being “I finally gave in and looked at them on purpose, because I’d already seen most of them out of context here and there, and my willpower is only so strong”), and so I know that this boy was talking to vestige!Might, and as far as I’m aware that is 100% not possible unless he has some sort of connection to OFA in some way so yeah

and now here he on this last page being all Profoundly Connected with Deku while they gaze into each other’s eyes, and I can’t help but notice that said eyes are all explodey and they look a LOT like Deku’s actually. and on top of that we have all of this All Might symbolism that I’m still crying about, so like? ???

anyway so I’m not going crazy here right? like this is definitely a thing? for whatever reason?? unless you guys know something here that I don’t. in which case I actually am asking to be spoiled fully just this once, because at this point I just need to know one way or the other and I don’t care lol

anyway so that concludes my thoughts I guess! so now my absurdly ambitious goal is to speed read the manga this next week and hopefully at least catch up to Kacchan’s “death”, so that I can better understand what’s happening when I inevitably wind up spoiling myself for chapter 404 as well. the plan right now is to still type up my liveblog notes as I go, but to not worry about posting or editing anything in between chapters. so I’ll have a big backlog of chapter recaps which I’ll eventually get to uploading whenever I can, but in the meantime I can participate more in the fandom side of things. since I really want to share all of my endgame theories and so forth, but in order to do that I really need to find out just what the fuck is actually going on lol, so yeah

#bnha 403 #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #all might #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I see your bakugou katsuki: rising #and raise you one bakugou katsuki: risen #he comes back to us now at the turn of the tide

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Chapter 7 - Perfect

Summary: Aizawa is bad with words so he chooses other ways to show how much Y/N means to him.

Warnings: Swear words, tiny bit suggestive.

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The rest of the day goes by quickly; the gang retires to their room by 9PM to play with one of Megumi’s board games while Eri goes to sleep, which means, there is finally some privacy for you two.

“I can’t believe Kaminari released his power like that.” Aizawa grumbles, sprawled on the sofa.

“Shouta, he’s a young boy on a holiday. Just because he’s made a mistake while having fun doesn’t mean he would do the same when it actually matters, and you know that.” You reprimand. “He’s a brilliant boy. Energetic and kind. Let him be a kid for once.”

“I hate that you are right.” Shouta sighs, his head plopping on your shoulders ungracefully. “He had it really rough back them. While Katsuki and Izuku were already familiar with all the battles, the rest of the class was thrown into the pit like animals. They had no time to even understand how big this war is going to be. I thought he’s gonna run away when he was asked to be on the front line while the rest of his close friends stayed behind.”

“… but he didn’t run away. He proved himself worthy to be a hero. So let it go now. Right now, you are his future father-in-law, not his teacher.” You giggle into his hair, leaving a tiny kiss on the top his head. Shouta takes that as an invite for cheeky cuddles, so he moves his arm over to your belly and snuggles closer.

“We really complement each other, don’t we?” Shouta looks up, his eye full of fondness. You are quite sure he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his palms.

“I do think we are a great team, yeah.” You smile at the hero.

“I don’t think I’ve ever said this to you, but I really like you, Y/N.” Shouta plays with your fingers idly. “I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me already. It scares me. I’m trying you to push you away but at the same time, I can’t see myself without you anymore. It’s really frustrating.”

Needless to say, you tear up by the end of his sentence. You really want to tell him how much you love him right now, make him understand how you would throw your whole life away for a few more minutes with him and you wouldn’t feel like it was a waste… but it’s not the right time for that yet.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Shouta. And one day, you’ll believe me. I’ll make sure of it.” You murmur, whispering the words into the hero’s hair. Shouta looks up at that and your noses touch again; you can feel his breath tickling your lips as he answers.

“I’m not really good with words, so can I show you how much you mean to me instead?” Your heart rate is skyrocketing and you are incapable of words; thanks to Shouta’s closeness, your body and mind shut down completely, reducing you to a complete mess of emotions; love, fondness, sexual tension and a hint of fright swirling in your mind as you slowly manage to nod.

“Thank you.” Shouta whispers to your lips; you can feel how his lips quirk up into a tiny smile as he slowly moves forward, his fingers already deep in your hair. Shouta finally closes the distance and his lips starts moving against your own; the kiss is gentle first, tiny pecks and gentle movements until he moves his head to side and finally, he kisses you properly, sucking on your lower lips as he urges you to move forward, to move closer until you end up in his lap. He let’s you take the lead; your head is a mess and your heart is trying it’s hardest to break free form your chest but you don’t hesitate; your lips are back on his just as you find the most comfortable position, your fingers tugging on Shouta’s hair while your tongue slides over his upper lips in the heat of the moment. Shouta makes a surprised a noise which changes into a needy, barely audible whine when you part his lips to be able to kiss deeper, heavier and Shouta lets you do whatever you want; at least until he looses his patience and bites your lower lip, which makes you want to moan into his mouth but thankfully, you manage to stop yourself before the sound comes out; there are children in the other room after all.

“You are perfect.” Shouta mumbles with a dark eye, his hand clenching into the fabric of your shirt on your back. The praise sends shivers down your spine, your body visibly shaking as you barge back into his cave, exploring further. “You like it when I’m praising you?” Shouta mumbles between two heavy kisses and you shove his shoulders playfully.

“Do you really want to ruin our first kiss by talking about kinks, sweetie?” You pant, giggling to yourself.

“I’m a single, middle aged man, forgive my dirty mind… oh my god.” Shouta sighs as your lips wander down his neck to leave tiny, wet kisses all over the area. You smile while you graze your lips all over the length of his neck until you find his earlobe and start nibbling on it. “For the love god, stop.” Shouta whines as he throws you on the sofa, his body flush against yours as he crawls on top of you. “Stop.” He says, but he kisses you so deeply it goes right between your legs.

“Okay, I get it. Too much. Too good. The children… oh fuck.” You can hear Aizawa giggle like a mischievous child as his hand wanders under your shirt, caressing your soft skin on your sides while be nips at the skin on your neck seductively.

“Now you know how I felt just a few seconds ago so maybe let’s wait with this until we are alone.”

“Yes, boss.” You whimper; you can feel how “excited” he is through your thin joggers and it’s is certainly way too hot in this room for your liking. “You should probably take a cold shower before any of the kids decide to come out to the toilet.” You try to tease, but it sounds rather comedic as you can’t stop panting under him.

“I was thinking about going for a skinny dip in the sea, but okay.” Shouta retorts with an unattractive grin which is actually weirdly attractive as his face is red as a tomato and it’s all your doing.

“Shouta!” You snicker right before you throw him off; and thank god you did that because you can hear a door opening in the hallway.

“Hide your willies, I’m coming out to get some water. I repeat, I’m coming out of my room!” Megumi shuffles out to the hallway.

“I’m going to hide in the shower, sorry.” Shouta leaves a small peck on your lips as he runs towards the shower.

“You traitor!” You snicker and try your best to fix your messy hair by the time your daughter arrives in the living room, but it doesn’t really matter because your swollen lips are more than enough for her to know what was happening a few seconds ago.

“Oh my god…” Megumi laughs. “Not in front of the children, mom!” She teases, but she slaps her palms over her mouth with a face red as a tomato.

“Really, Megumi? Right now?” You raise your brows at your daughter.

“That was a terrible timing for that to slip out. It’s Hitoshi’s influence. He’s been calling you my mom ever since we became friends and…”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Megumi. You are my child. You’ve always been. Now get out, I’m extremely ashamed to be seen in this state.” You snicker and hide yourself behind a cushion.

“As you should be.” Megumi laughs. “Good night.”

“Good night, baby.” You mumble back with tears in your eyes.

Shouta comes back after 15 minutes; he ditched his shirt and his hair is wet from the shower; your breath hitches as he skips over to you on one leg and takes your hand to pull you up.

“Congratulations, you are a mom now.” Shouta smiles at you. “Let’s go out to the beach until my hair dries up. Then we should probably sleep, the kids will need breakfast in the morning.”

“You are right dad, we should be responsible and make sure there is food on the table for our kiddos.” You tease, but for your surprise, Aizawa’s looks at you with fondness written all over his face. “What?” You ask incredulously.

“I just… don’t worry it’s nothing.” Shouta sighs, his eye staring at the back door in a silent question. You understand the look and help the hero through it, and you both sit down on the beach, close to the rumbling sea. The night is calm and there’s nothing but the sound of the waves around you, the continuous noise makes you relax into Shouta’s arms, warm and cosy.

You stay silent for a few minutes, just enjoying the solitude, but after a while you feel the urge to speak up.

“One day…” You mumble into his neck. “One day, they will be ours. Maybe. I hope so. That would be really nice.”

“One day… I’ll ask Cementoss to make me a few more rooms, one for Megumi and one for…” Shouta stops in the middle of the sentence, his face visibly blushed even in the moonlight.

“Hm, I mean 4 children sounds like a nightmare, but to be fair Hitoshi and Megumi are almost adults so they’ll soon leave the nest… Eri-Chan might get lonely…” You smile at him.

“I’m quite sure Hitoshi and Denki wants to move in together as soon as they finish school. I heard them talking about going abroad and see the world. Hitoshi wants to go to University, Denki was working his ass off to get better grades as well, it’s not rocket science to put one and one together.”

“Hmm… aren’t they a bit too young to make such a big decision? They aren’t even dating yet, but they will be by the time they finish…” You mumble, but Shouta rolls his eyes.

“They live in a world where every mission can be their last. There is no such thing as too soon. They also fought a war together, even if their romantic relationship doesn’t work out, they will still be best friends.”

“That makes sense.” You nod with a serious face and Shouta starts to laugh. “What?!”

“I didn’t take you as an overthinking mother that’s all.”

“I’m a mama bear, shut up!” You laugh awkwardly and he pulls you closer, giving you a tight hug while he mumbles.

“We really complement each other, don’t we?”

“We really do.”

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After a few more moments of solitude you make your way to your shared bed; Aizawa plops down on his side and you are just about to do the same on the other, but Shouta lifts the cover on his side with a fond expression on his handsomely tired face and you can’t help but take the opportunity and snuggle up with the man you love so dearly, exchanging slow, lazy kisses back and forth until the sleep finally takes you. It’s so warm and cosy, and Shouta smells so nice even without his usual cologne… you can’t believe the happiness that’s blooming in your heart, it feels so foreign but so, so welcome.

Whatever happens after this week, it doesn’t really matter; you’ll never forget this happiness until the day you die, it will keep you warm on the cold nights, it will heal your soul when things get rough, and for some reason, even if this is just temporary and you end up alone in your tiny little flat after Megumi moves out to live her own life happily, you’re not going to be alone anymore; the memory of these amazing people and the scent of the sea will keep you company until your heart beats for the last time, content and happy from all the memories you’ve made on trip.

Life… is really fucking good right now.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble

- Let me hear your screams guys, let me hear it all! THEY KISSED OMG!

- Megumi is an absolute legend for not making a scene about seeing her mother like that, I’m just saying. I would have bullied my mother so much for that shit in that age. (I was a terrible teen, shut up.)

- Why the heck did I not give Aizawa crutches? Am I an idiot? Poor guy is skipping all over for no reason.

- If there is a delay with the next chapter or the one after, I’m sorry. I had so much shit going on, (all negative) in my life I haven’t had the mental energy to write in the past 2 weeks and I ended up using all my back up stuff already. I think there is one or two maximum of three chapters left for this one, so I really hope I can get my shut together to finish it before I loose my mind 😂

TL: @cheesenmax @bobcar1 @ginevraxrogers @garfieldthomas @venuseuripedis @mrsyixingunicorn10 @millerworld

@keeri-vents @pwinglez1

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #shouta aizawa x you #Aizawa x reader #aizawa x fem!reader #aizawa x female reader #eraserhead x y/n #eraserhead x reader #aizawa x you #shouta aizawa x reader

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pokegalla · 1 year

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Requested by @theneurodivergentdummy

Hey! Sorry I took awhile! Been writing my fanfic and working with some messed up sleep schedule AND irl stuff. But I owe you one writing and here it is!

How does Sugar and Red take care of a S/o who gets weak from period?

Red:

* Yeah he’s a tough guy…..but seeing you come home from work in tears made him drop the act in seconds. He was comforting you, holding you close to him. He swore if somebody hurt you, he’ll kick their ass- oh. Oh it was your period? Well he was more relieved now…..he’s glad nobody hurt you…..

* But OH boy…..this poor boy quickly panics when you feel faint. Luckily he knows what to do, sitting you down properly on the couch and putting your feet up. He makes sure you are safe.

* Once he knows for sure that you are, he teleports away, then in seconds comes back with snacks, a LOT of water, tea, a heated blanket, and a rag for your head.

* It’s a sweet moment as he tends to you……because you can see him shaking slightly. Poor guy was so worried for you…..still fun to tease though-

Mini story time!!!

Red had to take deep breaths as he collected everything he needed. Everything is fine, you’ll be fine. It ain’t the end of the world……but stars that scared the soul outta him. Seeing you get so…..weak? Definitely something he didn’t wish to see. He immediately thought the worst. Luckily it’s just some damn period…..

He teleports back, “Heya sweetheart….how yah feeling?”

“I’m….I’m alright…..just a little woozy…..,” You admitted.

It could have been worse if it weren’t for your bone-friend’s quick reaction…..you were thankful that’s for sure. You try sitting up but he wouldn’t let you.

“You almost fainted dumbass…..just….let me do it,” He said.

Now you were in surprise to see a side of him he never shows: A sweet and nurturing side. He tended to you, helping you drink, putting the cold rag on your head to cool your head so you wouldn’t overheat in the blanket. Rubbing your tummy at times and constantly asking how you felt to make sure you were okay. It was…..so endearing. You couldn’t help but tear up a bit.

Red sweat dropped, “Yah good….?”

“Heh yeah…..just…..being emotional. But thank you…..you are the best,” When you said that and smiled? His soul skipped a beat.

“……stop acting all cute before I’m the one who’s gonna pass out,” He grumbles. You laugh wholeheartedly and he smiles. He’s glad to see you laughing and smiling again. It makes him at ease. You two cuddle and eventually fall asleep together on the couch.

Sugar:

* This gentle giant HATES to see you upset. He feels so bad about it and wants to hold you until you feel better. Oh but seeing you come home in tears, wailing about your terrible cramps? Oh how his soul aches to see you in so much pain…..

* He does get a shock when you feel faint. He read about it before but it still scared him a bit. No worries though! He’s a big boy and he valiantly brings you to a bath! You felt the warm soapy bath water as he helps you sit inside. He places a cool wet rag atop your head and kinda just hugs you to comfort you.

* Once you are feeling a bit better, he leaves for a moment and comes back with a bowl of fruits and a cup of ginger ale. He read that it would help keep you hydrated which is very important! And ginger ale has both the sugar and ginger you need to feel better!

* He gives you so much praise for being strong enough to still handle work after all this pain. Even now he’s proud on how you are handling this. He is definitely going to spoil you-

Mini story time!!!

“Are Y-You Feeling Better…..?” Sugar asked, rubbing your back in smooth circles.

“Yeah…..thanks to you,” You smile a bit.

This made Sugar smile more, “You Are So Strong…..I Can’t Imagine The Pain You’re Going Through…..But You’re Doing Great! I’m So Proud Of You! My Strong S/o!”

You giggle, “Sugaaaaar…..”

He giggles too, “Oh But I Mean It! You Truly Are Amazing….” He kisses the top of your head, “Here. Eat Some More Fruit And Drink Your Ginger Ale. It Will Help You Feel Better.”

He helps feed you and giving you your drink. The bath was warm and the rag on your head felt cool…..he helped wash you up as well, giving you so many hugs and a few kisses too. You felt so safe and loved in his arms…..and he felt like he was on cloud nine having you snuggled up to him. He kisses your cheek, making you giggle.

“There’s That Wonderful Smile…..,” He rubs your head, playing with your hair, “How Does Ice Cream Sound?”

“Like an awesome idea my good sir✨,” You said with a little flair, making Sugar laugh.

You both happily eat ice cream together, telling each other funny anecdotes and simply enjoying one another.

#my writing #undertale au #funny #fluff #undertale au headcanons #undertale au x reader #horrortale papyrus #underfell sans #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #short story #request answered

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wyllwithay · 2 months

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Wyll/Astarion

Send an emoji and a pairing to my ask box and I'll write something for it! If you just send an emoji, I'll pick my own pairing

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Love Letters Pairing: Wyll/Astarion Word Count: 838 Very much fluff that hints at something spicy

Wyll gets home from his adventures and discovers a secret that Astarion's been keeping

Standing and stretching, Wyll climbed from the bed that he and Astarion now shared. After several months on the long road, curling up next to his beloved was more than he could’ve asked for, even better was the rarity of being the one to rise first. He pulled on a set of trousers, not wanting to shock anyone he might pass on his way to get breakfast. He paused before he slipped out of the room, pressing a soft kiss to his vampire’s pale cheek and taking a moment to admire him.

Food was easy to scrounge up, and coffee was welcome. He made his way back up to the room, not wanting Astarion to wake alone. He knew the other would not enjoy such a thing. There was a small table in their shared room, and he sat at it, sipping his drink and enjoying the feeling of not having to worry. For the first time in so long there were no monsters or villains to best. It was just himself, his love, and- he paused, noticing that one of the drawers of the desk wasn’t quite closed.

He glanced to his lover, making sure that he was still asleep. He truly was, there was no trance, just a pleasant slumber. He gently pulled the drawer open, knowing that he really shouldn’t be snooping. After all, he had some ideas on how to wake Astarion. Something nagged at him though, and it was in that drawer.

Inside it was tidy. All the papers were neatly stacked and tucked into place alongside two bottles of ink and several quills. At the back, was what looked like a bundle. With another glance to Astarion, he reached in and grabbed it. It dislodged with ease, as though it had been pulled out of place hundreds of times. As soon as Wyll saw it properly his heart raced and he could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

He’d written to his lover as many chances as he could get, every day when possible. In his hand, tied with a well worn cord, was every letter. Some were more worn down than others, their corners folded and edges torn. Some of the parchments were slightly different colors, coming from lands far from Baldur’s Gate. There were even a few splattered with mud from being interrupted whilst writing. They were all there though, he was sure of it.

He tugged one of the worn ones loose from the bundle, gently unfolding it. It was one he really didn’t remember writing, and considering the mess of his handwriting he hadn’t been particularly sober. He found himself blushing at his own words, and realizing he should’ve proofread before sending them. He recalled Astarion calling him silly for writing so often, now he needed to enact a playful revenge. If he were so silly for writing, then the other was just as guilty for keeping them.

He carefully folded the letter, tucking it back into the stack where he thought it had been before. He stood and made his way back to the bed, intent on embarrassing the other for his sentimentality by showing him exactly how finding the letters made him feel.

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My dearest Astarion

Tonight I felled a great beast. I do not quite recall what it was, as they’ve all begun to blur together. So many adventures await in these lands, and yet my mind has only one thing on it. I’m sitting at a party now, listening to a bard sing and drinking with the locals. The wine is sweet, but nowhere near as sweet a kiss from you.

I miss you my darling. These lands are strange and wonderful, but your body is what I wish to explore. The day I arrive home to you I will trace every curve and crest of you, whether by my hand or tongue I know not. I shall keep you in bed until I’ve heard every song you can sing, and then I shall make you sing them again.

There are a thousand stars in the sky tonight, but none of them could ever shine as bright as you. Their beauty can’t begin to compare to moonlight on your skin. They take me back to the night when we threw the curtains open, and I pressed you to the window. The way the night sky framed you, as if you were artwork the gods made only for my eyes, is a sight that I could never forget. I find myself sitting, wanting nothing more than to wax poetic for hours. If only your ear were here for me to whisper it into.

One day soon I’ll be back with you. I promise you that. Tomorrow I start my journey home. I shall spend every night thinking of the time I wish to spend with you. May we spend many nights tangled in each other's arms, not sure where we end or begin.

I love you. I’ll be home soon.

Wyll

#bg3 fanfic #writing asks #wyllstarion #wyll/astarion #fluff #love letters #not edited #wyll writes

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 2 years

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You could never hurt me

Drabble about Wanda hating her hands because her magic hurts people and you reassuring her

A/N: I wrote it because I keep seeing edits about vision always kissing her hands to show her he isn't scared of them and honestly the cutest thing a hetro couple has ever done

“Wanda can I see your hands?” You sat down on the couch next to the witch who was a little surprised by your question

“Oh sure” she held out her hands and you shook your head “no, I want to see them properly” you pressed but now it was Wanda’s turn to shake her head “babe…babe not today”

You insisted, taking her hands and beginning to pull away at the gloves that were on them “Scar told me you’ve been feeling down after the last mission and then all of a sudden you start wearing gloves again”

You’d taken her gloves off and thrown them to the side “Wanda look at me”

She slowly looked up to meet you eyes "why do you insist on doing this?" She sighed but let you keep a hold of her hands "because apparently I need to keep reminding you that even when you use your powers to hurt people, bad people, that doesn't mean you're a danger, you always keep your hands hidden after a rough mission and it needs to stop”

You let Wanda have her hands back and she immediately clenched them into fists, seemingly trying to keep the magic in so she didn’t hurt anyone “I’m scared” she said above a whisper but you heard.

“Tell me then, tell me why you’re scared and maybe I can fix it” you gave her a small kiss on the cheek but she didn't crack her usual smile “I’m scared of hurting you, I might accidentally blast you one day with them and then what? You’d be dead and it’ll be all my fault!” Wanda jumped from the couch quickly leaving the room, you heard the bedroom door slam shut and sighed standing up preparing for the door to be locked as well.

That was confirmed when you tried opening the door but couldn't "Wanda please open the door, your hands are nothing to be scared off I love them! You've got magic hands like thats so cool!" No answer, you slid down the door crossing your legs and laying your head on the door behind you.

"Okay well I'm just going to stay here until you finally realised that your magic hands are my favourite part of you because they keep me safe, when you hold me close in a hug, when your fingers dry my tears after a rough day and I would go into more detail about the other things your hands do but I don't want to say them out loud so I'll just think them instead"

After a few minutes you tried again "so? Did you read my mind and know why your hands are great in other areas too?"

Your mind buzzed for a moment indicating a response from the witch, an image of her smiling at you confirmed her hearing your thoughts "cool now how about you open the door?" No response

"Orrr maybe I'll go and find Scarlet, maybe she can help make my thoughts come true-" You suddenly fell back when the door opened leaving you looking up at one of your witchy partners "hi" you said and got to your feet "that was a cruel trick detka"

You shrugged "I mean we are in a relationship with Scar too so really it's not because you two have left me out on multiple occasions to work out your 'anger issues' an-" Wanda placed her finger on your lips to stop you "okay moya lyubov', I'm sorry for storming off"

You shook your head "don't apologise Wands, you just need reminding every now and then, your hands and powers are what make you special and there's no-one like you ever"

Wanda tilted her head to the side "what about Scarlet?"

"Well technically you're both the same person so it doesn't count" you argued, pretty sure you won that.

"ya tak sil'no lyublyu tebya moya dorogaya" Wanda kissed you and you smiled wide "I actually know what that means, I love you too"

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #marvel incorrect quotes #wanda maximoff x reader #the scarlet witch imagine #the scarlet witch x wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch #the scarlet witch x reader #marvel au #marvel drabble #marvel imagine

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kiirotoao · 8 months

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Alright, I’ve had this happen three times now in my TikTok comments, and I wanted to write things down here if not addressed there. Here’s the three-time happening, in short: ‘why are you, as a girl, so obsessed with a gay mlm ship?’

And, oh boy. Look. Yes, I am a cisgender woman. Yes, I primarily ship Byler (cisgender males) over all other ships in Stranger Things. But do you realize how objective that is? I am more than my gender. So are the characters portrayed in film and media and thus Stranger Things. I think that there are indeed underlying issues and reasons for genders that are more praised in film and media and whatnot, but I think that that’s a large oversimplification of what’s going on, here.

Guess what? Two cisgender men created Stranger Things. Do you think it’s easy for cisgender men to write in the shoes of cisgender women and just automatically know the nuances and be comfortable writing for them? No. That’s why we have an opening of the show with our four main characters, four boys. Because this story is one of the Duffers’ love letter to being nerdy as once nerdy boys themselves. However, I think that the Duffers have created great opportunities for discourse on the issues that women face through Nancy and her struggles, especially in season 3, and if you want to talk about women and discrimination, please do! But I’m just here trying to ship my ship. I talk about inter-relational issues, not gender issues. Are gender issues important? Absolutely, but I clearly don’t talk about them on my page. Maybe I can be more clear about that. I’m currently considering saying this in reply to the people who asked. I get it. There are no rules on my page, so it’s an open book.

But what I take issue with and what makes me passionate enough to write all of this is that the comments were clearly made to break me down and question, in essence, why I’m shipping males as a female. Well, to answer that, when I went into shipping Byler, I thought about what was happening in front of me as a story whole: two best friends, one lost and then found, empathetically and lovingly sticking by each other and being honest to each other through blood, sweat, and tears, facing an emotional and then physical rift, rejoining and rekindling their love, and finally deciding to stand by each other in the face of the world crumbling before them. No. Gender. Attached.

Byler are simply written as male characters and I’d take no issue if they were females and I think I’d still ship them the same if they were. But at the end of they day, they weren’t. They are males. And that’s not why I like talking about them. I like their character traits, not their goddamn DNA. But all that being said, I also won’t hide it, I do ship women, too. I like Ronance. God, I really like Ronance. Even if they very likely won’t be canon, I adore their moments in season 4 and love me a good sun-and-moon dynamic. I also like Elmax. I think that those two genuinely make each other happy which I find plain adorable. I even have a friend who has convinced me to see the light of comphet Joyce and Karen having a grade school fling before ultimately marrying heteronormatively.

Thing is, there are far less women featured as main characters in Stranger Things than there are men. And so that is just how it goes around here. And I didn’t have a problem with that to talk about it until it was presented as one.

Also, side note, I just started watching Grey’s Anatomy, and my current favorite relationship is between Meredith and Cristina, who are - guess what? - women. So, okay. Here it is. Bare bones down to gender, yeah, I actually do like sapphic wlw ships, too.

At the end of the day, this is my cry: please don’t assume that my fixation on Byler is because I - as a girl - like talking about boys.

That stung, a little, as someone who wrestled with her own sexuality for years and rarely had crushes and never really properly liked boys at all. I think that I feel like I need to make a video stating my sexuality because of this, and that makes me a little uncomfortable. But I’m putting it out here because I feel just a little safer. So let me be clear. I am aromantic-asexual.

So please just trust me. This is not about Byler being boys.

#personal rant #tw sexuality #tw sexism

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elliemarchetti · 1 year

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Five Ways to Seduce a Male [4/5]

@aldbooks sorry if I’m late but Christmas Eve celebrations ran a little longer than I expected. Merry Christmas Eve to whomever celebrates in the @acotargiftexchange

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4. Get Naked

Elain dreamt of a lone island in a great sea, where fishes the size of galleons swam in golden waves and the water was crispy and clearer than glass. It was magnificent, like witnessing some sort of underwater Starfall where voiceless things sang tunes of sunrise, but something was bubbling deep inside, and the fishes slowly surfaced one by one, so swollen their bellies and rotting scales might’ve been mistaken for makeshift landing places. Black ichors flowed from their eyes and mouths, a foul, tainted corruption, so horrific she hardly noticed the mud running under the first layer of death. Then everything caught fire and burned down to the seabed, the flames so high they seared the stars, making them retreat into the dark, moonless sky. When they finally died out, there was nothing left but fumes and vapours, so thick and suffocating Elain woke up shaking with coughing fits. Around her, there weren’t the now familiar walls of her room but a ghost sea populated by ghost fishes, still singing their songs but in a different key, with different words, ancient and incomprehensible. Perhaps Amren would’ve understood them, or maybe they were too old even for her. Great bones stuck out of the earth, white and sharp, mountains lined with ribs and valleys full of jaws. A pair of hazel eyes blurred with tears, unwanted daughters of smoke and desperation, and their mother took one uncertain step, then another. Elain felt dizzy, as if she was about to faint. She didn’t know how she got there, transported by a dream or who know what else, nor did she have even a vague idea of where she was. Was she still in Prythian? She doubted it. Was that the Continent? It seemed unlikely, for from what her father and Mor told her, there were endless fields of tulips and everlasting snow-capped peaks here, not infinite expanses of death and destruction. Was that the outcome of the war Rhysand feared so much? No one talked to her about those things, no one paid attention to the Seer who couldn’t control, nor interpret, her visions, so she had no idea. All she knew was she had to escape the forgotten wasteland, but her mind kept racing to the girls trapped in the lake, to Vassa, who one day would be forced to return to her captor, to make nothing of the pact her father did with Koschei, and to Lucien. She needed to find him, his light, his warmth, a desire so powerful a taste of iron filled her mouth and lungs. Elain screamed her frustration to the leaden sky and the darkness roared back, the wind tearing her from the ground, the world gone all around.

“Come in,” said her mate miles and miles away, in the human lands, as a knock rapped curtly at his bedroom door. His voice came out more unpleasant than he wanted to, and his eyes flickered close with a deep sigh. He was about to get scolded, and at the moment he had no patience for courtly manners, his mind devoted to the moments spent with Elain during her sister’s Mating Ceremony. Sprawled on the bed as he was, he didn’t bother to sit up in greeting, expecting Vassa to walk in briskly after a fight with Jurian and not a creature of sweat and dirt, with lovely doe eyes reddened by invisible tears.

“Were you sleeping?” Elain asked, trying to shrink into herself, to hide her half-naked body in the thin silk nightgown. “Vassa showed me the way to your room and I thought…”

Lucien had to remind himself how to breathe properly, flashbacks of what happened with the King of Hybern flooding his mind with images of her pale and delicate legs, nearly glowing as she shivered, of her small breasts fully visible to everyone who watched. When the guards started to snicker maliciously, he wanted to kill them all so much he freed himself of every impediment, something even Tamlin hadn’t been able to do. Just like then, it took him only a few steps to reach her and cover her body with his jacket, but unlike when she was Made, she didn’t escape his touch, didn’t stiffen even for a second. With trembling fingers, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her pointy ear, studying her jaw, her bloodied lips, the angle of her shoulders.

“What happened to you?” he asked gently, all the unpleasantness gone, the riot of emotions he felt in seeing her so wrecked well hidden in the same tone he used to speak to wounded animals. Elain’s answer was in her pleading gaze, and under her long, curled lashes, Lucien saw what he needed to know, how deeply she longed to feel safe in his arms. As if his thumb had a life of its own, it descended down her neck, brushing the side of her throat, where the shape of a muffled moan rested in silent appreciation. Elain dived into his touch, his palm now flat on her protruding collarbone, right above her pounding heart. They had never gone this far, yet her scent and her posture screamed for more, and Lucien was ready to oblige even if she was covered in filth, his cock already strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think. He prayed she didn’t peer down, and begged the Mother Above for this to be real and not just another cruel dream. Elain bit her lower lip, right where her teeth had already sliced the pink skin, and just as that blessing had come, it was interrupted, the door behind them opened by Vassa, alerting their unexpected visitor the water for the bath was ready.

“There are more direct ways to seduce a man than coming barefoot to his doorsteps in the middle of the night,” said the Queen as she led Lucien’s mate down a narrow corridor. What a funny creature she was, but also dangerous, especially if she didn’t make a move to help her get back her human form.

“I didn’t mean to seduce anyone,” muttered the Seer, almost taken aback by the sound of her own voice, as if she feared she might not be able to utter a word again after the brief caresses of her beloved.

“There’s no need to be prudish, especially with me. It’s natural, for both mortals and Fae, to desire carnally,” Vassa went on, now too close to the bathroom to continue the conversation but desperately in need of something more interesting than listening to the High Lord of the Night Court and his wife bickering with her friend about where the poor thing should stay, as if she was an heirloom and not a living person.

“That’s not what our mother taught us,” the Fae retorted, also waiting, as if she didn’t want to be alone in the bathroom. It didn’t take Vassa long to figure out she must still be afraid of the water. Perhaps she would’ve been too, had they thrown her in the Cauldron.

“Your mother feared she’d find you all pregnant before you had a husband so she did what she had to prevent it, but now things have changed, so take my advice: the best way to have a man wrapped around your finger is to undress in front of him. Any excuse is good, as long as it’s believable and innocent. He won’t be able to stop thinking about you, and you’ll have the upper hand on the situation,” she replied, feeling like a deranged mentor. After all, it was a tried-and-true method, and Jurian knew it well.

#acotar secret santa 2022 #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #vassa #jurian #hinted jassa

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What the fuck is wrong with me? I cannot seem to shake some serious self doubt. I failed to deliver on my priorities last quarter and in the process held up one of my team and one my engineering leads. Admitting to the CTO that even though I officially ticked a box and delivered, I didn’t feel I deserved it and what I deliver was absolutely not to my standards and if one of my team submitted that, I’d be having some serious conversations. I told him that therefore I should not get my bonus especially since I was responsible for others potentially missing their bonus. That stung. Badly. Humble pie tastes shit. And this off the back of feedback from the CEO and the CTO at the of the year that I’m not doing my role to their expectations and I’ve dropped the ball.

And my team is destroying my will to live (apart from my little BA!). I had the horrifying realisation that now that I’ve finally implemented monthly reporting sessions with the Exec Team, what I need to deliver to them is reliant solely on what my team completes. If they don’t do their shit, I have nothing to present and I can’t do my job. All of a sudden I’m realising I can’t just smash out shit and know I’ll be done properly and on time. I hate relying on people!!!

I’ve also realised that this is the first role I’ve had where I’m failing. It’s not a role I can just learn a process or a way of doing something, read enough, try enough and I’ll ace it. People managing, trying to find time for actual strategic work (which I should be doing and don’t have time because I’m still stuck in product work), planning and growing a team….how the fuck do I do that. 12 months in and my team give no feedback, I’m pretty sure they think I’m fucking useless . All y attempts to engage, encourage, coach, show my vulnerability, all to no avail. This afternoon I get the term, crying tears of frustration. I cried tears of frustration, what the fuck is wrong with me. What am I doing wrong? I admitted defeat and put it out to my peers group to try and get some idea of anyone else is having the same challenges. Nope, amazing leader, managers etc with lots of great advice on how they do the amazing job they do with teams that clearly respect and adore them.

Am I unlikable as well as unlovable?

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New Start GO! - Epilogue 1

Location: “Sunny Day” Concert Venue Backstage Characters: Hajime, Tomoya, Mitsuru & Nazuna

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The end of February. Day of the “Sunny Day Live”. >

Hajime: It’s finally time for “Sunny Day Live” to start.

Anzu-san, thank you so much for contacting everyone in order to make the event happen. I’m sure it’ll be a lovely performance thanks to your hard work.

To be honest, I didn’t think we could perform on such a luxurious stage. We didn’t go over budget, did we…?

Whaa, why are you apologising!? You didn’t do anything wrong, Anzu-san~

? You wanted to apologise properly for ruining our school trip in “High and Low”...?

Come to think of it, “Star Fest” and “SS” were very hectic, so it felt like everything ended up in a blur.

But it doesn’t bother me at all. I somehow ended up being able to experience something new, after all.

What’s past is past~♪

Tomoya: Yeah. We’re always causing so much trouble for you, Anzu-san! If anything, we should be the ones apologising to you!

Mitsuru: You don’t have to say sorry at all, y’know, Nee-chan! I had heaps of fun on that school trip~☆

Nazuna: We know how you felt seeing how enthusiastically you worked on “Sunny Day Live”.

All that’s left is to embrace those enthusiastic feelings and make sure the performance ends in success. Right, guys?

Hajime & Tomoya: Yes!

Mitsuru: Alrighty, let’s do our best for the performance!

Everyone’s waiting out there, so I’ll run out and welcome them~!

Nazuna: “Hi, everyone! Thank you so much for coming today!”

Hajime: “‘Sunny Day Live’ is a collaboration event with the menswear company we worked with during ‘New Start Go!’.”

Mitsuru: “They’re doing a rerun of the show, so if you haven’t seen it yet, you still have time to watch it~!”

Tomoya: “You’ll understand why we collaborated with the company as well as our struggles working as new employees there, so be sure to watch it!”

Nazuna: “...Alright, I suppose we’ll stop the advertising there.”

Hajime: “We’d like to perform our new song for you all.”

“This song is created for us who challenged ourselves in a new environment and for you.”

“It’s called ‘Sunny Day Sugar Wave’. It’s the perfect song for new beginnings, so we hope you can take a step into your new life with us.”

“♪~♪~♪”

Mitsuru: “♪ ♪ ♪”

(Ahaha! I knew it – performing is so much fun, y’know!)

(Working at the company office was new and interesting, but on second thought, I love performing more!)

(I’m on a big stage and the lights are so bright! The lights are shining down on me and it feels like my radiance is reaching the audience!)

(I’m sure everyone’s new beginnings have a new light too. Don’t worry and just follow us…☆)

Nazuna: (Ahaha. Mitsuru-chin’s innocence is livening up the entire venue like one of those rotating stages~♪)

(The stage gets even more fancy the more I look. We never would’ve imagined we’d be standing on such a stage last year.)

(It’s all thanks to the others in “Ra*bits” who walked alongside me.)

(That includes Anzu and the staff who helped behind the scenes as well as our fans who came to see us…)

Nazuna: (They’re all expecting great things from us.)

(Would it be too simplistic if I think it’s almost like a miracle? Knowing that we won’t have to perform in front of an empty audience brings tears to my eyes.)

(Surely, the others feel the same way, right?)

“♪~♪~”

Tomoya: (Nii-chan looked at us just now, right? Did the lyrics remind him of our past selves?)

(I also remembered the past the other day.)

(The song’s concept is “new beginnings” – We were a bit scared of performing when “Ra*bits” was first formed, but that’s become a nice memory now.)

(I’m glad we were able to grow into people who could stand on the other side – cheering on those who’re starting a new page in their lives.)

(Even if you’re going through a hard time, something good might happen if you keep going – That’s what we believe, so we hope you’ll keep your eyes on us!)

“♪~♪~”

Hajime: “♪~♪~♪”

(Are you watching, new employee?)

(Are you also watching, the old me…?)

(This is where the idol Hajime Shino currently stands.)

(Performing style, individuality, one’s position in the idol industry… Being too serious can backfire too, so I was lost in many aspects.)

(But just like how I wanted to be an idol after hearing Nii-chan sing…)

(I, too, will do my best to become an idol who can support others that have taken a step towards their future.)

(Things like being “cute” or “obedient”... I’ll accept how others see me and I’ll take one step forward at a time as an idol – I’ll just be myself.)

Hajime: (Everything’s new and I’m nervous, but I’m slowly getting used to the interesting ES and RhyLink environment – I’m definitely moving forward.)

(So I hope the people watching us will enjoy the performance right until the end.)

(I pray the people starting something new in their lives will also find comfort in our song.)

“.........♪”

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I Wish I Cared Less

Chapter 11: Plus One*

A/N: I’ve finally finished this part of the series. Thanks to those who followed me on this journey, especially if you bared through my very unpopular ending in I Only Lie When I Love You (I still loved it so it doesn’t matter, but some of yall really hated it, yikes). Anyways, I do technically have one more part to add to this verse that I may or may not get to, but for those that ship strictly CoAi (low key me) you won’t need to worry about it. I have a kaishi canon divergence planned and it’s all bad for CoAi, it’s messy (think Devour but worse). Feel free to skip it if I ever get to add it to the series. Now onto the actual last chapter of this fic!

Attempt #11: Smile

Let’s backtrack a little, about a week ago she took a test. The results are positive. She takes two more to confirm, and each time it tells her the same thing. Well shit.

She can’t be too far along, when was the last time she had her period? She cannot recall. A month? Maybe two? It can’t be three… she’s not even showing yet.

Crap, she’s been drinking. Not a lot, only a few times during dinner and only two glasses at most… wait, hold on. She’s getting her priorities messed up, she needs to tell him. Right, she should, he deserves to know right?

In case it wasn’t obvious, she didn’t tell him. She doesn’t know how to. What is she supposed to do? Say hey Honey welcome home, oh, and by the way I’m pregnant? Yeah, no. She can’t even begin to imagine what he would say.

“You’re distracted today, do you want to stop?”

“No, sorry, there’s just a lot on my mind.”

“We don’t have to have sex, we can…”

“If we don’t do it now, who knows when we can again!”

“What? Since when have we had a problem wanting sex at the same time?”

“That’s not what I mean… do you not want to… I knew it! You must be sick of me!”

“Woah, hold on. You know that’s not true, I love you Shiho. There’s something bigger going on. What’s wrong, Baby?”

“Baby… you know… how did you… I don’t know what I’m doing, Shinichi. I’m going to be awful.”

She starts sobbing, completely killing the mood and effectively sending Shinichi into a panic. This isn’t like her, suddenly bursting into tears, unable to properly explain herself.

It doesn’t help that her boyfriend isn’t exactly the best at consoling a crying woman, especially when that woman is Shiho. He doesn’t have much experience dealing with her tears.

Hold on a second… did she just say…

“Shiho? Are you… are we… Are we having a baby?”

She responds with more tears, but manages to nod. His arms are around her in an instant, holding her close squeezing her tight. He cannot contain his excitement, there’s a gigantic smile on his face. Shiho stops crying, she wasn’t expecting this to be his response.

“Shinichi?”

“We’re having a baby! You’re going to be the mother of my child! I’m going to be a dad! Shiho, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

He leaves kisses all over her face, even over her drying tears, his joy is infectious. She certainly never imagined he would be this happy.

“You’re not upset with me?”

“You just told me you’re pregnant with my child, why would I be upset?”

“I didn’t tell you right away… and I don’t know if I will be a good mom…”

He kisses the top of her head, hand moving over to rest on her still flat belly. It’s hard to believe there’s a little life living inside.

“I’m sure you were overwhelmed, I know now, that’s all that matters. And you’re going to be a terrific mom. You should worry more about me.”

“You’ll be a great father, Shinichi.”

“No, not that. You’re going to spend all your time and energy on our baby, I won’t get enough attention from you.”

“So you’re saying you’re not going to pay attention to our baby?”

“I can pay attention to both of you… there is just one in there right?”

“What, you don’t think one’s enough? You wanted twins?”

“Well, Mrs. Kudo, it’s not like you’ve told me anything…”

“Nice try, I’m still not marrying you. I thought you said you weren’t upset with me not telling you.”

“Tell me now, tell me all about our little one.”

——

Pregnancy life is stressful, but only because Shinichi is so excited. She doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s being too overbearing, but she can’t help snapping at him when she feels he’s fussing too much.

So far, they haven’t told anyone yet. She’s still in the early stages, not even two months in. She thought Shinichi would be dying to share the news, but he seems to enjoy that the two of them have this secret the rest of the world doesn’t know about yet.

“How is my beautiful girlfriend and baby girl doing today?”

“It’s way too early to tell if it’s a boy or a girl, how are you so sure?”

“I’m going off instincts. She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl. You haven’t had any issues since you let me know about our baby.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.”

“It’s because she knows her dad is here and will take care of her and her mom, so she stopped being difficult.”

His head is pressed against her belly, speaking to their child. It must be something all parents do, she finds herself doing the same from time to time.

He raises his head up to smile at her, she gently cups his face bringing him face level. He understands her intentions, sharing a light kiss until it turns heated.

He pulls away before it gets out of hand, much to her displeasure. They haven’t had sex since he found out about the pregnancy, even though she made sure it was okay for them to do so.

She huffs out in annoyance, she gets why he’s hesitant but it’s making her very frustrated. Her libido hasn’t gone down in the slightest, though that may change as her belly gets bigger.

Shinichi wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head in a bid to offer comfort. It’s not the kind she wants, but she decides not to fight with him over this right now. She’s sure she can convince him later.

“So you want it to be a girl, will you be upset if we have a boy?”

“Not upset, I would love our child no matter what. I just always dreamed we would have a mini version of you running around.”

“… you dreamed of having a baby with me? Why…”

“I want it all with you, Shiho. To be married, have a child. I meant it when we laid it all out that night. I want us to be a real family, the mother of my child, my gorgeous wife.”

“I knew you only liked me for my looks… wait. A child? I’m surprised you only want one.”

“Well… I wouldn’t be upset if we had another… it’s just…”

“Just?”

“I’m not going to get all of your attention after this one is born, and I just don’t think I could compete with our baby. It took me so long to finally get you to admit you love me… Having to split it in half is already worrisome, but thirds? And I just know it’s not going to be equally divided. You’ll forget about me for our kids, like a good mother should.”

She’s taken aback by his logic, sure she knows that is what’s typically expected but… given the relationship of his parents, she would think he would be afraid of their child being neglected.

She leans in to kiss him on the cheek. He’s so close, she can’t resist stealing more kisses. Planting them all over his face, trailing down to his neck, though again he stops her before it becomes too much.

She sighs, she’s getting off track anyhow. She’s supposed to prove she won’t forget about him, not try to jump him. Though maybe if he would just let her have her way then he’ll realize she truly does love him.

“Shinichi, I love you, and yes I’m going to love our child. But, before I became a mother, I am your girlfriend and you’re my boyfriend. This baby wouldn’t be here in the first place if it wasn’t for you. I’m not going to forget to love you just because you’re the father of my child now. If anything I’m worried you’re only going to see me as a mother and never want to have sex with me again.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you, Shiho, I just…”

“I know. I get it. But it’s only going to get worse. If you won’t even touch me now, what’s going to happen when the baby’s here. I doubt I’ll want to have sex after giving birth right away. Are you going to make me wait a whole year before we have sex again?”

“I don’t think I could last a year. I can barely hold myself back now.”

“So don’t. I want you, Shinichi. So so much. I love you. I need you.”

!!!

How can he deny her when she proclaims her love for him like this? It’s such a turn on.

The fire he’s been trying to put out rises with the heat of her kisses, he takes control as he pushes her onto her back. She reaches for the buttons of his shirt, he does the same with the ones on her blouse.

Soon they’re both stripped naked, he can’t help eyeing her belly which doesn’t go unnoticed by Shiho. She lets out a frustrated sigh, thinking he’s going to stop again.

He lowers himself down to kiss her tummy, his voice is barely above a whisper as he tells their child not to panic, daddy’s not hurting mommy one bit.

He looks up to meet her widened eyes at his comment, she really shouldn’t be surprised by this. She just didn’t expect for this to turn her on more.

He lowers himself down, pushing her legs further apart to allow himself to rest comfortably between her thighs. There’s a smirk on his face as he looks up at her again.

“We should practice keeping quiet when the baby’s here. I wouldn’t want our little girl to hear how loud Mommy is when Daddy’s fucking her.”

She can feel herself growing wetter at the thought, what has this man done to her. He’s fitting right into the role and it’s driving her crazy. She can’t believe he’s making parenthood sound hot to her right now.

She’s unprepared when he sticks his tongue into her entrance, his nose bumping against her clit causing a hitch in her breath.

His fingers are gently rubbing the inside of her thighs as one travels over to find her clit, while his tongue continues to delve in deeper inside her wet cavern. She cannot contain her moan, when he swipes at her sensitive spot with his thumb then pinches it against his forefinger.

She whines when he pulls himself away, his lips are still wet with her drippings as he licks them. He reminds her to stay quiet, or else he won’t continue. She has no choice but to obey, lips pressed in a thin line, gripping onto the bed sheets as he goes back to eat her out.

Her breathing becomes labored as he builds her to the verge of orgasm, she has to bite down on her lips to keep from screaming out. A high pitched noise escapes her lips when he licks his tongue up her opening, she falls apart when she feels him suck at her swollen clit.

He’s rewarded with a rush of her juices covering his chin as well as the sheets underneath them. He wipes it off with his hand, then slowly kisses his way up her body.

Her legs wrap around his waist as his kisses reach the crook of his neck. He has to help keep her ass pressed down, reaching down to reposition their lower halves, lining himself up against her dripping core.

“Don't worry, Baby, Daddy’ll be gentle with Mommy.”

Slowly sliding himself inside her wet passage, he stops to check on her when he pushes all the way inside. Satisfied there’s no look of discomfort on her face, he starts to pull out as he sets up a steady rhythm. He opts for long shallow strokes, keeping his movements on pace instead of just hammering into her.

He’s still trying to stay mindful of the baby, but the longer he goes, the more erratic his thrusts are. Shiho’s muffled moans only encourage him to go faster, she knows he’s getting close.

He presses his face against her cheek, giving her the perfect opportunity to make him come when she whispers in his ear, “give it all to me, Daddy.”

He comes hard inside her, burying himself deep within her core. Her mischievous smile as he pulls out, is all the evidence he needs that she said that on purpose.

They’ll need to get cleaned up from the mess they made on the sheets, she seems to like the way his cum feels dripping out of her though he would rather keep it inside of her.

“So, Daddy? Someone has a pregnancy kink.”

“Took you long enough to notice, I’ve been trying to knock you up since we started dating.”

“You’re so full of it.”

“Actually, I think you’re the one full of me.”

“Kudo Shinichi, do you kiss your mother with that filthy mouth? I never knew you were such a dirty talker.”

“Daddy’s lips only belong to Mommy.”

He chuckles at her fake appalled expression, before leaning in to kiss her lips. They’re going to need to settle down or else they’ll start a round two. Not that he’s against it, now that he knows firsthand they can safely have sex while she’s pregnant.

There’s nothing holding them back now that they’ve gotten the first time out of the way. She’s just glad he won’t be weird about this anymore, there’s no way she could’ve gone without sex with him for a whole nine months.

——

“Kudo Shinichi, you are never touching me again!”

“You’re squeezing my hand a little too hard there…”

“Are you seriously! Fuck you! Oh my fucking! Fuck! This is all you’re fucking fault!”

Hours of obscenities and nearly breaking Shinichi’s hand later, their beautiful baby girl is born into this world. She’s in perfect health and already she’s the pride and joy of her parents. Even if she made her mother suffer through the worst pain of her life.

Staring at the tiny human they helped create, Shiho’s at a loss for words. She turns to look at Shinichi with tears pricking his eyes.

“What will we name her?”

“How about Ai?”

“Kudo Ai does have a nice ring to it.”

“You’re letting her have my name?”

“She’s going to be a Daddy’s girl, she’ll be upset if I didn’t give her your name.”

“You know it could be your name too.”

“Still not happening. If you’re worried I’ll be outnumbered, don’t. Our next one is going to be a Miyano.”

“I thought you forbid me from touching you.”

“You are for now… but looking at her and how perfect she is… I wouldn’t mind having another one with you.”

“I love you, Shiho.”

��I love you too, Shinichi.”

It doesn’t take that much longer for Shiho to get pregnant again. Almost two years later they’ll back to her swearing at him to never touch her again. Luckily Ai doesn’t hear her mother’s curses, her grandparents had the foresight to wait with her at home.

Soon she’ll be able to meet her baby brother, and they can be one big happy family. Even if they’re an unconventional one, since her parents aren’t married.

It doesn’t make them any less real.

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#CoAi #shinshi #I wish I cared less aka cynful verse part two #honey I’m a sucker when you linger series

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