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sl-vega · 3 days

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Hi Vee, I would like to request a sick! gn reader with some of the genshin characters (Yae Miko, Wanderer, Albedo, and Kazuha) where reader can’t really talk all to well cause of said sickness. What sort of shenanigans would ensue as our dear reader tries to communicate. It’d also be really cool if the reader knew a bit of sign language and tried to communicate that way (your choice on whether the characters know it or don’t). Have a lovely morning/day/evening!

NOW I'M (LOVE)SICK

pairings: Yae Miko, Albedo, Wanderer, Kazuha x [GN!] Reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, headcanons/drabbles, canon compliant, sick! reader, reader knows sign language

synopsis: in which your s/o tries their best to make you feel better since you've fallen ill

CW: mild language, potentially ooc, vee doesn't know how to do headcanons so you have been warned

additional notes: lol perfect timing for this request cuz I'm actually sick rn // header credits: yae header by @/k1aya on pinterest, albedo header by @/kuno on pinterest, wanderer header by @/ggoldiz on pinterest, Kazuha header by @/detailuffy on pinterest

YAE MIKO-Divina Vulpes

miss girl would be babying you 100%

kinda acts more like your mom than your s/o in this case tbh

"I told you not to go adventuring in the rain!" but then she goes back to saying shit like "aww you poor thing~, let me get some soup for you"

yae would also tease you too, cuz yk, she's yae miko

since she's not human, I don't think she can get sick, well not any human diseases at least

she tries her best to be there for you though, probably reads a bunch of light novels from her publishing house to help you fall asleep

if you try to communicate via sign language to her, she probably just hushes you and grabs your hands so you stop frantically making hand signs

cuz she wants you to get your rest

I think she does know a little sign language, but she never really committed to learning it, she'd gladly start for you though

ALSO

i think she'd turn into her fox form and let you cuddle with her like she's a stuffed animal

totally not projecting rn

ALBEDO-Princeps Cretaceus

he'd def send sucrose over to check on you if he's busy, but once he's done with his work, he is SPRINTING over to check on you

✨he's a runner he's a track star✨

maybe it's just me but I feel like Albedo would be the type of boyfriend that worries over you a lot

when he does come over, he probably has lots of concoctions that are supposed to clear your throat, but they're probably made of...

less than delicious materials

and you aren't becoming your boyfriend's personal test subject no thank you, not today

since he has a little sister, he knows how to take care of you

probably has experience cuz klee would get super sick after running around in the rain for too long-

makes you chicken soup, and tea, the usual

if you try to communicate with him via sign language due to losing your voice, he'll probably have the same reaction as yae

just forces you to go back to sleep

he def knows sign language (mr. genius🙄) but he wants you to get better as soon as possible

klee also comes over at some point, probably tells you some crazy story about how she tried to blow up dawn winery with diona or smth-

her and Albedo also make some get well cards for you once you fall asleep as well <3

WANDERER-Peregrinus

this mf

if you've heard his voice lines you already know what this bastard would say to you

he'd call you weak and say shit like "a small illness has already rendered you helpless? how pathetic..."

THE FACT I CAN PERFECTLY HEAR HIM SAY THAT-

he's a puppet so he's never been sick cuz he can't get sick either

nahida would probably slap him and scold him and tell him to be nicer though

on the inside he's super concerned about you

lowkey, he's afraid of losing you

not that he'd ever admit it-

(tsundere scara for the win)

he's worried that you're going to end up like the child he used to live with, and that you'll become "powerless before your mortality" as he'd like to say

same as yae + albedo, if you'd try to communicate with him via sign language he'll tell you to sleep

(in a slightly aggressive way but he's scara what do you expect?)

i don't think he knows sign language at all tbh

he'll ask nahida about it and he'll probably start borrowing books from the akidemiya and practices in secret for you

he WILL ruin his sleep schedule for you but he'll probably just brush it off and be like: "meh, it was easy."

when in reality this mf has spent an AGONIZING amount of time just to try and impress you

he'll make you tea too, the bitter kind

the VERY bitter kind

oml this sounds like scara slander 😭 dw I actually really like him

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA-Acer Palmatum

like albedo, he'd be super worried about you

tells beidou that he needs to make sure you're okay before the crux leaves for it's next destination

brings you tea, soup, and writes cute little love poems for you while you rest in his lap

tells you stories about his travels while holding your hand and sappy stuff like that

kazuha is a top tier boyfriend fr fr

unlike the others, if you tried to communicate with him via sign language, he let you teach him certain phrases

i think he knows a little bit due to his travels so he's picked up on a bit of it

he thinks it's really cute of how you try to explain things to him since you can't speak so you probably alternate between the hand signs themselves and pen and paper

VERY attentive to you

"slow down love, we have all the time in the world."

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freepassbound · 1 year

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11. Dogs or cats?

28. What turns you off?

31. Do you have any siblings?

41. Are looks important in a relationship?

60. Do you believe in love at first sight?

61. Do you believe in soul mates?

65. What are three things most people don’t know about you?

67. Do you sleep with a stuffed toy?

77. What is your favorite quote and why?

87. If you were the president, what would you do?

11: I have to go dogs - that's all the family ever had, since 3/4ths of us are allergic to cats.

(including me, though it's been literally decades since I've spent any length of time around a cat; other of my allergies have moderated a bit - the hope is that one has too)

28: Conservative politics, smoking, and poor grammar are probably the top three.

31: Yes - a younger sister.

41: I think that certainly at the beginning there has to be some kind of attraction? Though that means something different to every individual person. And I like to think that they get less important as time goes on - that's your person, no what how their appearance may change.

60: Total, full-blown, love? I don't think so - that requires intimate exchange of all sorts. I think there can be a spark of more-than-usual attraction at first sight that can lead to love (and then be read backward as love at first sight).

61: I think there are people who are so incredibly compatible that it may seem fated that they would have ended up together... but getting together takes work and staying together takes work - it's not the work of the gods or what-have-you.

65: Things people here don't know about me? People in 'real life'? Both?

Almost no one in 'real life' knows many of the things I talk about here. Almost no one here knows much about what I do in 'real life'. I guess in some senses I consider that a privilege reserved to very select people.

67: Nope. Not sure I ever really did - at least not conventionally. I believe I had a stuffed bear but he was tucked up at the head of the bed?

77: "I love my country because it is mine." - Stephan Orbelian

There's a rootedness in it that also ties in with a stubbornness and a contrariness that are all strong elements in me. I actually relate to it more powerfully in terms of a more local perspective - thinking about my city, and also to some extent my state: this is a place that has been through very hard times (and is still not exactly in fine fettle). But to me it's the best place in the world: I know it, I love it, and I work for it (in my ways) and I defend it - because it is mine; it is part of me, as I am part of it.

87: Probably a number of politically unwise things having to do with executive orders and smack-talking Supreme Court justices and Congresspeople. The current one actually seems to be doing quite well legislatively, given the political environment, so better him than I.

#probably not treating that question as intended #but then I teach government and know damn well that a president is not a king #...unlike too many people online these days #(and very unfortunately some in real life)#I've only lived outside my local area for one year #when I was away at college #I do love it here #even as all my more tangible connections have evaporated #not a very popular mindset these days #and it has - and probably will continue to - limit my possibilities in certain ways #but... 🤷‍♂️#I would pair it with James Baldwin's #'I love America more than any other country in the world and exactly for this reason I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually.'#especially on a national level #I want to see the places I love do better #not leave them for someone else to clean up #or to the mercy of my opponents #I'm a very active sleeper #so I don't think a stuffed animal would have done well #or would today #'privilege' is doing a lot of work in that sentence 😅#I guess if anyone wants a real answer to the question they should follow-up more specifically #there's a large element of luck to who you get to meet #but I wouldn't consider that 'fate' either #it's just luck #(I don't think the next three need any tags?)#certainly that's the trifecta that eliminates most of the people I look at on the dating site 😂#I guess I could throw 'excessive drinking' in there #I have a few other more controversial (for Tumblr) ones #I have had to take Benadryl in the presence of cats

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kiarastromboli · 5 months

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Teach me (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part.2 Part.3

Masterlist.

Warning: Virgin reader, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Chris shows up in the middle of the night in your room, asking for answers to the exam you both are supposed to take in the following days, and things take an unexpected turn.

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We are on a summer Tuesday evening, the air warm and heavy, the sound of cicadas outside, and the gentle breeze causing tree branches to brush against my window sill, absolute calm. The house was silent; it was already 11:25 PM, the only reason I wasn't asleep? I was busy revising for the upcoming major exam. Honestly, I didn't need to; I had the knowledge and even more, but I'm a perfectionist. Why settle for the minimum when you can achieve much more?

Anyway, I allowed myself to study a bit more tonight since I have no classes tomorrow. I had some music playing in the background, loud enough for me to hear but not too loud to distract me. Tonight, nothing could distract me!

*knock knock knock*

I jumped in surprise when I heard faint noises coming from the window at the other end of my room. I thought I was impossible to distract, but apparently, I was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the window; it was probably my cat scratching to come in. Well, I wasn't sure; what else could it be?

I pulled the curtain covering my window to open it and came face to face with Chris Sturniolo.

WAIT, WHAT? What is that rascal Chris doing at my window? Oh my god, if my parents hear him, I'm done for.

Let me give you a brief recap to better understand the situation and the reason for my current anxiety.

My name is Y/n, and honestly, there's not much to say about me. I'm a quiet girl, the complete opposite of what one would consider "cool" and "popular." I'm disciplined, polite, courteous, studious, discreet – in short, the perfect little girl who will have a good diploma, an excellent job in an excellent city, and an excellent family. I do what is expected of me without questioning, and I never, I repeat, NEVER go against the rules.

Chris, on the other hand, is Chris. If I were a boy, I would be absolutely the opposite of that guy. He plays on the high school lacrosse team with his brother. He's a real jerk – sorry, I don't want to sound vulgar, but he's a real jerk. He spends his time skipping classes to do who knows what with who knows who. He thinks he's "cool" and "popular" because all the girls run after him, but the truth is, he's just a good-looking guy with a devilish behavior. Back in elementary school, I had a crush on him; when he found out, he mocked me, and he never stopped, even now in high school. So, yes, he's an immature jerk.

What could Chris possibly be doing at my window in the middle of the night when my parents are at home? My father has always been strict about no boys in my room, and certainly not in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking up at me.

"Absolutely not! How do you know where I live? You can't stay here; you have to leave now!" I shouted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one saw him here.

"Let me in, and I'll answer all your little questions," he said with a smirk.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, bringing my hand to my forehead. "No, Chris, you don't understand; my parents are here. If they know there's a boy at my window—"

"Okay, if you don't let me in, I'll knock on the front door, pretending to be your boyfriend. It's up to you," he said, cutting me off before moving away from my window.

"NO! Okay, fine, come in," I sighed. "Damn, damn, damn," I muttered to myself as I moved away from the window to lock the door to my room.

"Your room is cool," he said, dropping onto my bed as if it were his own. "What's his name?" he added, picking up a stuffed animal lying on my bed.

"Get your filthy body off my clean bed, please," I snapped, grabbing my stuffed animal from his hands with a brisk motion.

"Relax; I just wanted to chat," he said, rolling his eyes before getting up to move towards me. "Nice pajamas," he said with a smirk, scanning my body with his eyes.

I blushed uncontrollably; I was wearing really short shorts and an equally short tank top. What? It's fine; I know what you're thinking. I'll stop you right there; it's summer, it's super hot, and I didn't anticipate Mr. Troublemaker's surprise visit.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly, stuttering and crossing my arms to hide my stomach. I hated having my body exposed in front of others; it made me feel vulnerable.

"I need your help for the exam coming up next week," he said, moving towards my desk. "And before you refuse to help me, I have an offer you can't refuse!" he said, turning to me, leaning against my desk this time.

"And did you have to come and ask for my help in the middle of the night, Chris, seriously?" I replied, annoyed.

"I stole the test papers from the teachers' lounge. If you help me, you can memorize all the answers by heart," he said, crossing his arms with a smug smile.

I laughed when he presented his "impossible to refuse" offer. What an idiot. "If you think that I, Y/n, will help you cheat on the most important exam of the year, you're way dumber than I thought."

"Oh yeah? You seemed pretty bothered by the bad grade you got in gym yesterday," he said, advancing towards me. "You know, I know the coach really well, well enough to be able to change your grade."

Damn, it was the only grade below average I had all year. It's true that it would be convenient to make it disappear. What? No, Y/n, you're crazy; this is Chris we're talking about, he's a manipulator, and you're falling into his trap. Oh my god, stop; I need to get him out of here.

"Why do you want me to help you? Find the answers yourself," I replied, giving him a dark look.

"Because I don't feel like it, and you love this kind of thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, it's beneficial for both of us. Look, you ensure you get 100% on the exam, in addition to seeing your gym grade increase, and it will save me from repeating this year."

"Get out of my room, Chris; I'm not going to help you cheat. It's bad," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bad? Who do you think you are? Come on, we don't care; it's just an exam!" he said, laughing.

"You don't care, but I do," I said, pointing to the window he came in through.

He smiled arrogantly before licking his lips, looking at me. "You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, plunging his eyes into mine. "I like that."

I won't lie; his words made me a little nervous at the moment. Okay, I said he was a big jerk,

not that he was ugly!

"Oh, are you blushing because of me? Does what I say affect you?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"G-Get out of my room," I said weakly, stepping back.

"Why? You don't want me to leave your room, Y/n. Don't lie to me; I know you like me," he said confidently, continuing to advance towards me until my back hit the door of my room.

I swallowed hard as I felt my throat tighten due to the proximity between us. "You're insane. I would have to be crazy to like a guy like you," I said timidly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure I can drive you crazy," he said, grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

A wave of heat engulfed me; I slightly opened my mouth to get more air. My heartbeat accelerated; I must be all red now.

"Listen," he said, getting even closer to me. "If you help me with this exam," he said, placing his hand in the small of my back, "in addition to the things I've already offered you," he said, slowly lowering his hand to my hip, "I can also show you a few things you might like," he said softly, plunging his eyes into mine.

I cleared my throat. "What are you talking about?" I said all timid.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about; you're dying for it. Look at yourself," he said with an arrogant smile. "And if you want to know, I'm dying for it too," he whispered in my ear, making my knees weak.

"Stop lying, you don't give a damn about me. You're acting like an asshole with me; you only want the answers to this exam," I said, stuttering and trying not to be swayed by his sweet words.

"Y/n, I know where you live because I follow you after school every day to make sure nothing happens to you on the way," he said, moving his face a few centimeters away from mine. "I spend my time teasing you in the hope of getting closer to you," he added, running his hand over my cheek. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have even noticed the bad grades you're getting in PE," he said, rolling his eyes.

If these were lies, then he's a very good liar. Oh my god, my mother always warned me about bad boys like Chris, but I felt like fainting when his hand tightened a little more around my hip. "Chris—"

"You know what, screw this exam; I'll study it on my own. Let me kiss you, and I promise to leave your room and never bother you about this exam again," he said, almost sounding desperate. Wait, is he serious? Chris has a crush on me? I must be dreaming; it can't be possible.

"Chris, if this is a joke, it's really not funny," I said uncertainly, furrowing my brow when he moved his face closer to mine.

"I'm dead serious," he said, fixing his gaze on my lips.

My eyes were switching between his and his lips; I didn't know what to do. I was bewildered by the situation until Chris placed his soft lips on mine. My eyes instinctively closed to better savor the moment. I was kissing the most handsome guy in high school in my room, just like in the movies. His hand slid under my shorts to grab my buttock, making me sigh in surprise during our kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. He started smiling against my lips when he heard a pathetic moan die in our kiss as he began to knead my buttocks.

"Chris," I said, separating our lips and pushing him by his chest.

"What?" he said with a confused look as I moved away from him.

"We're not going to do this," I told him, shaking my head. "My parents are here; you can't just barge into my room in the middle of the night and coerce me with sex to get the answers to this damn exam," I said, offended.

"Y/n, I don't care about the exam. I did all this to get closer to you!" he said, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back when he tried to grab my hand to hold it in his. "Okay, prove it," I said, crossing my arms. "You said you would leave me alone about this exam and leave my room if I let you kiss me," I added, heading to the window to open it again.

He opened his mouth to speak before changing his mind, shaking his head.

"Show me you're not a liar," I said, pointing to the window.

He sighed before moving towards the window. "I'm not a liar, Y/n," he said, furrowing his brow before starting to pass his legs through the window.

There, I was finally rid of him. I should feel relieved, right? So why does something deep inside me break seeing him leave?

Without thinking, before he had time to pass through my window entirely, I grabbed him by his T-shirt to kiss him again. I couldn't let him go like that. I don't know what was happening to me, but everything was screaming at me to throw myself on his lips and never leave them.

He straightened up before closing the window with one hand. His other hand came to caress my cheek.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing; we headed towards my desk without paying attention. He grabbed the back of my thighs to make me sit on my desk just behind me. His lips left mine to move towards my neck, his arms tightened around my waist, and my thighs surrounded his.

"Do you still want me to leave your room now?" he said arrogantly.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my breath quicken when he started sucking on the skin of my neck between his lips. "Chris, you can't leave marks," I said, a little panicked.

"Why not? You're mine," he said authoritatively, raising his face in front of mine and grabbing my throat in his hand.

"First, I'm not yours, Chris, and second, my father will kill me if he sees hickies on my neck," I said, chuckling timidly at his reaction.

Without a word, he began kissing my neck again before slowly moving towards my chest, making me anxious. "What are you doing?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm leaving my mark where I'm sure no one else will see it," he whispered before grabbing the fabric of my tank top to slightly uncover my breast and place his lips on it.

"Chris—" I said, jumping when he started sucking a hickey on that sensitive area.

I could feel shivers running through my entire body; my back arched, and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist while a few silent moans escaped my lips.

"Are you always this sensitive, or am I the one making you feel this way?" he said, raising his head towards me with a big smile.

I started blushing uncontrollably when he said that; I didn't even have a response to his question. I had never done anything like this with a boy before.

"Did you lose your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side before coming to fix a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I-I don't know," I said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it wrong?" I asked, embarrassed.

"No, not at all," he said, frowning. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" he asked, confused.

"I—" I didn't know what to answer. A silence settled at that moment; he looked me in the eyes before realizing.

"You've never done anything with a boy?" he asked, surprised.

I simply shook my head from side to side, too embarrassed to say anything.

His arrogant smile covered his lips a few seconds later. "Do you want me to teach you?"

My eyes widened when I heard that. I hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Use words, princess," he said, stroking my waist to encourage me to speak.

"I want you to teach me how to do it," I said, feeling a wave of confidence in myself.

He smiled before kissing me again; this time our kiss was slow and gentle, as if to reassure me. His hands played with the hem of my tank top. "Can I take this off?" he asked calmly.

"Take yours off first," I asked directly. I didn't want to be the only one exposed for some reason. My statement made him chuckle, and he separated from my lips to remove his t-shirt.

I took a moment to observe him. Unconsciously, I started biting my lips, and Chris smiled at my reaction. "It's your turn now," he said, moving towards me again.

Once again, I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know," he said without breaking eye contact.

His words were enough to make me feel comfortable. I took my tank top off over my head without overthinking it. "But I want to," I said before covering my chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment engulf me.

Chris immediately grabbed my arms. "You don't need to hide from me, Y/n," I let him remove my arms from the way, and he directed his eyes to my chest, licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said before pressing his lips against mine once again.

I felt more and more at ease with him. My hands, which were previously at the back of his neck, started to travel along his chest down to his waist, where he hastily seized my wrist. "Slow down, princess."

"What? Did I do it wrong? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I asked, panicking. He chuckled at my reaction.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, smiling. "We have all the time in the world, don't rush yourself," he whispered before kissing my neck again.

My hand found its place in his hair, and he gradually directed his kisses towards my chest, prompting me to throw my head back at the new sensation of his lips around my nipples.

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, making me jump and tilt my head forward at the proximity of his hand to my sensitive area.

He began to gently caress my pussy through my clothes, causing a silent moan to escape my lips.

I could feel my head starting to spin due to all this sudden stimulation; I couldn't help but squirm in all directions. "Can I take off your shorts?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Y-yes," I replied timidly before he slowly removed my shorts and resumed kissing me, this time moving down to my stomach, making me breathe harder.

He stopped kissing me when he reached the level of my white panties to examine them closely. "You're so wet that I can see the trace on your panties," he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I said softly, trying to close my thighs, but he grabbed them to force me to keep them open.

"Don't be," he said, bringing his head closer to my thighs. "I like it," he said, planting a kiss on my clothed pussy, making me shiver. "You're so sensitive; I bet I could make you come in less than 5 minutes with my tongue," he said, running his fingers between the fabric of my panties and my skin.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking up at me with a sly smile. I timidly nodded. "Say it," he said in a firm tone.

"What?" I asked, a bit embarrassed.

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to ask me, Y/n," he said arrogantly.

"Chris," I said in a frustrated moan; I could see his smile widening, amused by the situation. He returned to plant another kiss on my still-clothed pussy. "I-I want you to make me come with your tongue," I said, almost inaudibly moaning.

"Anything you want, princess," he said satisfied before removing my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he placed a few kisses around my sensitive area before putting my legs over his shoulders and diving his head between my legs.

The upper part of my body leaned forward slightly at the sensation of his lips around my clit. Instinctively, my hand pressed into his long, wavy hair, and I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped me. "Y/n, quiet down; your parents will hear you," he said, chuckling against me before getting back to work.

His tongue applied pressure to my clit, driving me wild. One of his hands reached for my breasts to play with them, mainly to prevent me from squirming all over my desk, which kept creaking. He moved his tongue in circular motions, gradually increasing the speed. After a few seconds, I felt something new in my lower abdomen, as if it were knotting due to the pressure. My thighs started to tighten slightly around his face without me realizing it. When I lowered my eyes to look at him, I could see his beautiful blue eyes already fixed on me, admiring me as if I were his last meal.

My eyebrows furrowed when all this stimulation started to take over. "Chris," I struggled to say in a weak voice; it felt like I was about to faint. "Oh my—fucking god," I said, throwing my head back and covering my mouth with my hand.

Chris didn't stop; on the contrary, he accelerated his movements, and his grip on my breasts became much firmer. He started moaning between my legs, and the vibrations of his moans against my clit were enough to push me over the edge. My legs began to tremble. "Fuck—Chris," I said before reaching orgasm on his face.

He slowed down the movement of his tongue before completely stopping to let me ride out my orgasm. "I told you," he said, straightening up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "less than 5 minutes."

I chuckled at his remark, "You never stop boasting, huh?" I said with a smile, and his hands came around my cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Never," he said, smiling before I reconnected our lips, making him smile at my hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, separating our lips.

"I want to pleasure you too," I replied, playing with his necklace. He licked his lips, looking into my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing his pelvis against mine to make me feel his erection through his pants, and I nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want," I said with an innocent look.

He immediately reconnected our lips without waiting a second longer, then grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me to my bed.

He gently placed me at the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss me again. "If you want us to stop, let me know," I brought my hands to his belt to remove it while he looked at me with desire.

I lowered his pants and stared at his erect member. Suddenly, panic resurfaced. "You don't have to do this," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I looked up to meet his reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to do it," I said timidly, "but I want to." I added, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Do what feels right, I'll guide you," he said, never taking his eyes off me, as I slid down his boxers to his ankles.

The apprehension and stress were still there, but it was too late; after all, I was already committed. I really wanted it; I was just terribly afraid of messing up. I stopped overthinking and took his member in my hand, giving him a look to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong. He nodded to indicate I should continue. I began hesitant strokes with my hand, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

His hand came to caress the top of my head, and I threw him a last uncertain glance before taking him into my mouth. He flinched and took a step back when I started, and I immediately looked up at him in panic. "Sorry," I apologized embarrassedly.

"No, don't be. It's okay; you just need to avoid letting your teeth touch it. It's not very pleasant," he explained in a reassuring voice before coming back towards me.

I nodded, and this time, I made sure my teeth didn't touch him. His hand returned to my hair. "Yeah, like that," he moaned, making my pussy clench at the tone of his voice. I continued my movements with closed eyes. "You can use your hand for what you can't fit in your mouth," he said weakly, and I did as he instructed. I could feel how much he was holding back from thrusting into my mouth to avoid rushing me, and the muffled sounds from his mouth sent an electric shock to my pussy.

"Fuck, you need to stop," he said, throwing his head back. I pulled away and looked up at him, confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling lost.

"No, baby, you did a great job. It's just that I was about to come," he said, caressing my cheek and catching his breath.

"Oh," I said, chuckling. "Maybe you can come inside me?" I said without thinking, excited by the moment; I wanted more.

"Y/n," he said, diving his eyes into mine before I got up, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him again. "Is this really what you want?" he asked before reconnecting our lips.

"Please," I said pathetically, guided by my desires and excitement at that moment. My hands tangled in his hair, and his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"I don't have a condom, princess," he emphasized, smiling against my lips.

"I have..." I said timidly before heading to my bedside table to take out a new box of condoms.

A sly smile appeared, and I could already feel his remarks coming. So, before he had a chance to say anything, I cut him off, "I'm a virgin, not irresponsible, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes when I stood in front of him.

"I didn't say anything," he said, chuckling, before pushing me onto the bed and positioning himself above me to kiss me again. "Are you sure this is really what you want, Y/n?" he asked, directing his lips to my neck. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything. What we've done already is more than enough for now," he added.

"Jeez, Chris, stop talking," I said, chuckling, before grabbing his head between my hands to kiss him even more passionately than before.

"Are you that impatient?" he said, chuckling. "I need to stretch you a bit first, okay?" he said, directing his fingers towards my entrance. I simply nodded, and he pushed the first finger inside, prompting me to raise my head at the sensation. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, you can add another finger," I said, feeling my breath quicken. He inserted a second finger and began to move them in and out to stretch me.

"I wish your parents weren't here so I could hear you better, Y/n. You make beautiful sounds," he said, burying his head in my neck and curling his fingers inside me to stretch me further.

"Chris," I said, moaning and pulling slightly on his hair, "I need more."

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes. He had never looked at me like that before; his gaze was tender and caring.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. He grabbed a condom and opened it with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to do it; I was ready to do it.

He put on the condom and positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll do it immediately," he said, and I nodded. "It might hurt a bit at the beginning if it's too much for you—"

"Chris, just do it," I said, cutting him off when I felt the stress overwhelm me.

He began to push slowly inside me, scrutinizing any sign of discomfort on my face. My eyebrows furrowed at the burning sensation when he started penetrating me. "Fuck," I said, glancing down to see what was happening between my legs before letting my head fall back on the pillow. He stopped halfway to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Don't stop," I said, breathing quickly, and he resumed his advance until he touched the depth, prompting me to bury my head in his neck to muffle a moan.

"Are you okay?" he asked without moving from where he was.

"Yes, you can move," I said before he began to make slow thrusts. At first, it burned a little; it was uncomfortable, but with each subsequent movement, the pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh my god, you're so tight, Y/n, fuckkk," he said, moaning against my lips. His thrusts gradually accelerated, and my hand gripped his bicep.

"It-feels good," I admitted, moaning softly and clenching my jaw.

"I've dreamt of this for so long; it's even better than in my dreams," he said, gripping onto my hips.

"You dreamed of this?" I asked him, confused, not knowing if he was being honest with what he was saying.

"Mhm," he simply hummed before lowering his free hand between our bodies to massage my clit. "You're mine now," he said in my ear, and my grip around his bicep tightened with the stimulation he was providing at that moment. His hip movements accelerated again, knotting my lower abdomen for the second time tonight. "Say it," he added in an authoritative tone.

"I'm yours, Chris," I said with the little strength I had left. My mind didn't know where to focus at that moment.

"Yes, and this pussy is mine too, Y/n," he said, moaning in my ear, driving me crazy. "I want you to cum again for me, princess," he said, accelerating his thrusts, yet still gentle and delicate.

My eyes rolled back, and my legs tightened around him. "Let go, princess," he said breathlessly. "Cum all over me." With his words, I threw my head back and started clenching around him. "Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, baby," he said, burying his head in my neck, and I started to climax. I grabbed his hand, placing it over my mouth to muffle any noise, and shortly after, he climaxed too.

"Oh my god," I said before he let all his weight fall on me, moaning one last time.

"I never want to move from here," he said, smiling against my neck.

"You'll have to before my parents wake up," I said, chuckling. "It's already a miracle they didn't hear us," I said, running my hand through his hair.

He sat up and withdrew from me before tossing the condom into my trash bin. I sat up, covering myself with my blanket. "Will this happen again?" I asked him timidly, looking at him as he put on his boxers.

"Of course, it will, princess," he said, smiling, before sitting next to me and rubbing my thigh. "Can I stay a little longer?" he asked, locking his eyes with mine, and I nodded.

He settled next to me, pulling me close and gently running his hand over my curves. "Send me the exam tomorrow; I don't have class. I'll give you the answers," I told him, looking up at him.

"I thought this was bad, and good girls like you don't do these kinds of things," he said, chuckling and furrowing his brows.

"Good girls like me aren't supposed to sleep with bad boys like you," I replied, straddling him to be on top, and he sat up to kiss me.

"I told you I'd drive you crazy," he said, smiling against my lips.

Masterlist.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #ao3 fanfic #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #ao3 #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut

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pro-crastinate17 · 8 months

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hello!! so im going to try to make a disability inclusive picrew and id like some help making sure i include as much as i can!

the person would be seated and pretty much all of the body would be visible. ill post it when im done!

its mostly focused on phys disabilities, bc i so rarely can find picrews w good diverse mobility aid options, but ofc im including non phys disabilities as well! (sorry for clunky phrasing, im unclear on the preferred term for non phys disabilities so thats the term ive been using)

what i have so far is below the read more. be warned it is a very long list! (every option/category of option i could think of)

if you think i missed something, please recommend it!!! (related note: id much rather get recommended something that is already on the list than miss something!)

category: head

various jaw shapes

missing jaw

crooked/misaligned jaw

category: skin

wide range of skin tones, including white/extremely pale (albino)

freckles, lots of scar variation (including burns), vitiligo, acne, facial hair, eye bags, other skin conditions (trying to make a list)

breathing tubes, masks, bandages

bindis

category: eyes

blue, grey, green, hazel, medium brown, dark brown, black, red

heterochromia options

lazy eye options

clouded eye options

closed eyes that look like winking and closed eyes that don't

missing eyes

category: mouth

general expressions

variations for color

variations for cleft lip, scars, facial paralysis

category: ears

ear size, shape, missing ears, deformed ears

category: eye/ear accessories

earrings, earplugs, hearing aids, bone anchored hearing aids, headphones, earmuffs (modifications for missing/deformed ears), cochlear implant

glasses, sunglasses, blue light glasses, eye patches, eye masks/bandages

category: nose

various shapes & sizes, bumpy noses, deformed noses

category: eyebrows

lots of expression options, thickness options, color options (including white)

one missing, scarring, eyebrow slits

category: body

body types: very skinny, skinny, fat, very fat (options for muscularity too if i can figure out how)

body hair, scarring, freckles, tattoos

range of missing limbs, deformed limbs, prosthetics

diabetes patch

category: hair

wide range of hairstyles, bangs, and colors

patchy hair, scalp scarring, receding hairline

category: head coverings

range of hats, hair accessories, headbands, bandanas

range of hijabs, turbans, kippot (+ more variation in cultural headwear if theres space)

head bandages

category: clothes

range of styles and colors

adaptable to body types (+ breasts), missing/deformed limbs

category: shoes

range of styles

adaptable to body types, missing foot/feet

category: hand accessories

gloves, bracelets, rings, nails, wrist braces, splint rings

range of types, adaptable to missing/deformed hands

category: pins

range of queer pride flags

pronoun pins

animals, fandoms/characters (def muppets, feel free to recommend characters and i'll try to include some of the most popular ones)

general disability pride, cripplepunk, madpunk, sign union flag, & pin (for systems), specific disabilities (need some help with these, send me specific flags and i’ll include them!)

category: seat

chair, manual wheelchair, power chair, spinny chair, throne, rollator, electric scooter

category: mobility aids

cane, white cane, crutches (underarm/axillary and forearm), rollator, walker (with and without wheels), electric scooter

joint braces (shoulder, elbow, knee, ankle, back, others?), joint tape, compression garments

category: other disability aids

AAC tablets, word cards, glucose monitor, sunflower lanyard, inhaler, medical id bracelet

stoma bag, central line catheter, picc line catheter, heart monitor, breathing tube, feeding tube (nasal and abdominal), tracheostomy

stim toys/chewelry, stuffed animals, phone

service animals

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u3pxx · 1 month

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PLEASEEE can you elaborate on the gavinners i cant stop looking at them theyre so pretty

sometimes i forget that outside of my friends and servers, i don't really talk much about my gavinners boys* huh! so basically, i originally wanted to make them so i could beef up turnabout serenade in my roleswap au, kind of like turnabout samurai where you have a lot more characters which in turn means a lot more suspects!

but then i realized, wait, i need to make them in the canon-verse first before i could make their swap au counterparts! and so now they exist pftt

here y'all go, i'm gonna be copy-pasting the character descriptions i wrote for them during art fight pftt <3

🥁 DEIDRE MINUENDO

Height: 5'7" (170 cm), 5'9.5" (176) with boots on Birthday: Jul 7 ♋︎ | Pronouns: He/Him, She/Her, They/Them

Deidre is the seemingly gloomy and stoic drummer of the band The Gavinners! At first, it could be difficult to get a read on them but despite all that, they're just like that because they prefer saving their energy. It might not look like it, but Deidre enjoys company even if they're not the most chatty with it and thrives the most when they are around other people (she prefers it if she's around the people closest to her though). Deidre is pretty sensitive and an emotional person even if they don't outwardly express it. To the people close to them, Deidre has a sarcastic streak and can be pretty snappy when it comes to teasing. She can dish it but she can't take it however as they can get slightly irritated when they're teased back. Even if they are a rockstar, they can get embarrassed when people praise or say nice things about them to their face, he tends to brush affection if even if he is secretly flattered by it (he's not gonna admit it though pftt) They also enjoy doodling here and there and like stuffed animals (they have a few of their own!)

Deidre was the closest to Daryan so the events of 4-3 affected him immensely. They felt betrayed and confused and tried to deny that Daryan would be capable of taking another person's life; they scrambled to do everything to protect Daryan from omitting information and even lying on the stand. In the end, all of their efforts were for naught and they felt incredibly guilty for what they've done, especially since she started antagonizing Preston when he was starting to suspect Daryan. They cut themselves off from the group, their job, and stardom. They ended up severely depressed and started to rarely go outside anymore. Only Doremy (Daryan's twin, also a close friend of his) was able to reach him during this time while Viva tried to but he kept refusing to see him. It took them a long time to finally be able to reconnect with the group and it took them a lot of help and support to be able to be well again. Deidre carries Daryan's betrayal to the group heavily and it took a while for her to start forgiving herself.

⚡ VIVA CHI

Age: 25 | Height: 5'9" (175 cm) Birthday: Jan 1 ♑︎ | Pronouns: He/Him

Viva is the lively and energetic bassist of the band The Gavinners! Though he may seem goofy and a little unserious, he actually is pretty responsible and is the mediator of the band (as the eldest brother of his siblings and the eldest of the band, he kind of made that his responsibility). He's a forensic scientist and has always had an interest in science alongside music ever since he was young (he thinks Ema is very pretty but she finds him annoying pftt). Viva was the last one to join the band when they were all in high school and despite his extroverted personality, felt a little shy at the time getting to know a new group of people (it's because Preston was there who he may or may not have crushed at while in high-school.) He's a lover of all things caffeinated (especially energy drinks though he should really pace himself) which isn't always the best match to the fact that he's got terrible anxiety and thinks himself down a spiral when he gets too worried.

Once the band disbanded after the events of AA4, Viva, though left in a bad place with his anxiety shot through the roof, fared better compared to the other members. He tried his best to keep in touch with everyone with varying successes despite Daryan's arrest being fresh and hurt. - visiting Daryan in prison to hear his side of the story - popping in to check at Preston in his office because the guy started to take worse care of himself - contacting Deidre even if she was trying to isolate and cut herself from everyone and looking out for Klavier even if he buried himself in his work He took a break from music like everyone else, he still hopes one day they can meet up and play music again, not even as a band, but as a group of friends who loved creating music.

🦇 PRESTON KEISS

Age: 25 | Height: 6'1" (185 cm) Birthday: Oct 25 ♏︎ | Pronouns: He/Him

Preston is the mysterious yet magnetic keyboardist of the Gavinners! Tall, dark, and bewitching; Preston is aware of the impression people have of him at first glance and likes to use that preconception to surprise and even catch people off-guard by purposely being silly or crass. He has a number of odd quirks and mannerisms that he doesn't realize he has, people tend to notice but they often let it pass because he is very handsome (pretty privilege lmao). Preston can sometimes be mischievous and finds certain things amusing only to him even if others don't find it as funny. He's always had an interest in horror and the macabre ever since he was a young boy which developed into a great fascination with the special effects used in old and new horror films alike. (He can be a bit jumpy when watching movies even if he loves to do it, he can't help it if the movie gets to him!) He plays up his whole immortal vampire schtick because the fans tend to theorize if he really was one. (He is not, he'd love to be one though pftt) Preston is very stubborn and adamant about his opinions and can be difficult to sway if he thinks he's correct; he is also quite awkward when it comes to personal matters, as can be seen in his strained relationship with his older sister and whatever romantic thing he's trying to achieve with Viva. He's used to acting larger than life when the cameras are on but being raw and honest has him feeling a little embarrassed and stilted. Preston smokes and keeps it a secret. (Don't tell Viva that!)

Preston was the first person in the band to start suspecting Daryan which he mostly kept to himself at first but wouldn't deny when you asked him (Deidre did not like that.) After Lamirior accused Daryan in court, Preston was determined to make Deidre confront the truth (unfortunately, not taking in why Deidre might be upset and in denial about it) which caused them to have a fight (with Viva being unsuccessful in de-escalating it.) After the Gavinners disbanded, Preston didn't feel very well after Daryan got sent to prison and lost contact with Deidre (whom he hasn't talked to since the case. [he misses them.]) He seemed fine afterward with his workload seeming to increase though upon closer inspection, he's started taking worse care of himself, skipping meals, and losing his interest in music. Preston has a lot of baggage to sort through regarding his friends and his family that will be difficult and painful for him to confront, but rest assured, he's gonna come out of it happy and well.

and here's a compilation of some very old turnabout serenade drawings too :^]

(i didnt make dei's bday turnabout serenade on purpose, it was a tragic happy accident DFGHDJ i wanted his bday to be 7/7 bc i made daryan 6/6 but then the date. i realize the date orz)

#also i dont think ive mentioned this before but ive been thinking about preston being somewhere in the autism spectrum too :^]#ace attorney #deidre minuendo #viva chi #preston keiss #klavier gavin #daryan crescend #the gavinners #sunnysidedoodles #den's gavinners tag #den's ocs tag #sunnysideanswers #id in alt text #described

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yandere-kokeshi · 1 year

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yandere mw2 characters with a reader who tries running away? (price, ghost, and alejandro)

Warning: punishments and angry boys.

A/N: hope you enjoy :]!

Captain “Price” John:

Less pleased about the incident. Cursing out, throwing out his cigar before checking your location.

He's immediately right behind you, yelling your name while catching up to you; immediately grasping your shirt, pulling you onto his shoulder, and taking you back home from the long journey that you started.

Once at home, Price is staying calm, a type of unnerving calm that's extremely uncomfortable. He's sent you to your room, like a child, and doesn't come in till he calms down to talk to you.

— "Why can't you see that I need to protect you?" He asked sternly, arms crossed against his chest as he looks at you sitting on the bed.

You stayed silent — like you always did. You heard him sigh before feeling the weight next to you deepen, signaling he was right next to you. "I just want to protect you. This is for your greater good. I don't want to do the extra mile with you, but if I have to. I will."

His reaction is very... dad like. While he does forgive you, he will not let you get away with it without consequences.

The 'extra mile' is stripping your privacy and removing your social life, completely.

That means that you won't be able to contact any of your friends, family, or simply anyone you enjoy time with. As well as for privacy, you won't be allowed to be alone for more than 2 minutes; having him constantly following you like some type of guard dog.

Need to make yourself breakfast? Let him do it. He's better at cooking; plus, you might hurt youself. Want to watch TV? Sure, just let him sit beside you. Want to head out and do a run? Maybe, depends on the weather. Even then, he's coming along.

While Price is easy to forgive, it doesn't mean he forgets. If the two of you get into a fight, he will bring it back up and threaten you with it. Possibly, add that he should've done more.

Although, the worse he will do is chain you to the bed. Possibly take away any electronics and things that bring you joy (ex: reading books, sleeping with stuffed animals, eating sweets, etc.)

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Expected it. Already thought it through, he's already ahead of you, chasing you down with his swift moves. He's efficient to know exactly where you are. The minute you think he's away, he's right behind you, a strong hand against your lower back as he carries you back to the shared home.

At first, he's angry — upset that you would thrash and run off when he has to protect you. But, after realizing that yelling was not doing so well; he was forced to put himself in your shoes.

I mean... waking up in a random bed, in the middle of nowhere, and somebody you thought you could trust; it's a big deal to process.

That being said, he will leave you alone, then come back with dinner an hour later. Sitting down in the bedroom with you and looking at you with a intense look.

— "Look, you don't have to speak. That's fine. Just let me talk." He stated, grabbing a chair and scooting it closer to the bed, sitting on it with a sigh and a few pops coming from his knees:

"I understand you're upset. But I need you to understand I'm doing this to protect you. For this reason, because of what happened today, I'll need to some change things."

His reaction is more... stricter after this incident.

The 'change' around the house consists of him being too over your shoulder; stripping your privacy by 90%.

Being in the bathroom for more than 5 minutes? He's knocking on the door, asking if things are fine. Want to go outside? Sure, but he has to be with you. Showering alone? Yeah, no. He's either joining you (with consent) or staying the in bedroom to watch you.

All the windows and doors are placed under severe locks, and some of them are insanely protected to the point its almost bolted shut.

At night, his grip around you is much tighter. He's always staying up later, watching you as you read books in bed or TV, whichever one you prefer. He'll try to strike up a conversation, watching your body language and skills.

While he is mad, he won't hold it up against you. Ghost would rather forget about it and move on. That doesn't mean he forgets. If this does happen again, the consequences are not lighter, rather semi-harsher.

Alejandro “Colonel” Vargas:

Stunned and displeased. At first, he was shocked; he thought you didn't have the guts. But, what did he know?

Much like the others, he's completely onto you. A trained soldier who's much faster than you. He's catching up with you, like a game of cat and mouse that's about to end.

In a second, you're caught in his hold, and quickly pulls you into a forced hug. him insisting that you need to calm down.

Sure, he's angry — you could've gotten hurt. Or worse. But, he hides it; doesn't show it to scare you or make the situation worse than it is.

Immediately, he's giving you space. He's going outside, leaving you alone in the house to think it through before approaching you with your favorite food and drink.

— "I understand you're scared, I know you're confused, mi amor. I do." He stated, crouching in front of you with his hands surrendering in a 'peace offering'.

He looked at you, watching your lip tremble with uncertainty. He reached over and grasped your hand, watching your body language before continuing to talk.

"But you don't have to be. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? What you did today, isn't your fault."

While he does blame the two of you, he mostly blames himself. Much like Ghost, he forced himself into your shoes; witnessing your confusion and uncertainty about the situation.

His reaction is guilty, and anger. They're both portrayed as him, he's upset at himself for not showing you he's not capable of protecting and loving you. While his reaction is more different from the others, he's more concerned about your opinion of him.

Though, he will do extra things to make this doesn't happen again. He'll have Rudy come over more, and have cameras set outside. Specifically in the entry and exit areas.

Certain windows and doors are bolted shut. The doors he and Rudy come in have certain locks and passcodes.

Just like the others, he will be more observant and coddled around you. If you decide to cook, he has to be in the same room or participate in it. Wanna head outside and shop? Sure, just don't shove his hands around your lower waist or back. Let it stay where he wants to put it.

During the night, he makes sure to hold your hand and cover you more. Kissing you and showing you he's not a threat. Buying you things and spoiling you more than he should. But, you deserve it.

Although, he will give hints that the next time you do this, he will make sure everything will be a bit more difficult.

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pandoa · 1 year

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smile with me!!

where they see you, who is never one to show much emotion, smile for the first time

~feat. cater diamond, azul ashengrotto, rook hunt, and lilia vanrouge~ twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader

~headcanons~

a lot of you guys chose this in the poll i posted earlier, so here it is~ i chose which characters to include btw- have fun lolol

cater diamond sees you smile for the first time when he is mindlessly taking candid photos of the both of you together. it happens when you're looking at the adorable plushies featured at a themed café that had just opened up within the isle of sages. cater had wanted to visit it "for the aesthetics" and decided to bring you along simply for the fun of it. although he would never expect the surprise he felt when he saw a bright smile form on your charming face as he spam-clicked the camera button on his phone, taking random candids of the two of you as your eyes seemed to light up at the small, little plushies that came hugging the straws of your drinks. at first, the young man couldn't believe his eyes; you weren't exactly the type to reveal much emotion, let alone actually smile. but as a light giggle escaped your mouth as you took your own pictures of the soft stuffed animals, cater had realized how lucky—and special—he was for you to be comfortable enough to show your real emotions around him.

"Prefect! Oh my Sevens!"

"Look at these tiny plushies that come with our drinks! They look so so. . . cute?"

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing. The pictures I just took of us came out adorably~"

"Of course I already took photos! You never know when one pic can be the photo that's Magicam-perfect. But don't worry; I won't be posting these on Magicam."

"Why? Because they're too special to showcase to the internet, silly~ Oh yeah! And (Y/n), before I forget—"

"You have a precious smile~"

azul ashengrotto sees you smile when you let out a dazed sigh of satisfaction while performing for an audience at mostro lounge. it was an odd time for you to smile, actually. given the debt you were in with his business, azul was sure you would be anything but happy at the damages your little cat familiar had caused—which was why you were there now, performing in front of an audience full of students to make up for the debt you and grim were inevitably in. although, since it was your final performance for the week, the man supposed a little relief on your part was granted. he just didn't think he'd finally see a wide grin from your usually blank face shine and fill the room as the lounge's spotlight continued to glimmer above you. crowds of applause played throughout the room, whistling of some audience members sang in admiration, and you bowed, satisfied with your final performance. azul had even caught the chatter of some students sitting near him gushing over your radiance on the lounge's makeshift stage. but he had to admit... he, too, felt something small tug within his heart the moment you displayed a smile that could catch the attention of anyone around you. it was strange, but he would consider himself lucky for getting the chance to see it that day.

"Well done today, (Y/n)! Here, have a sip of some water for your efforts—no charge included."

"Sales were especially successful tonight and I am proud to say that if you keep this up, you and Grim will be free of debt sooner than originally planned. I trust that you will keep up the good work."

"Tips left for you are in that jar on top of the counter, along with some comments and notes left by the audience."

"You did well, Prefect."

"Oh and, if you feel comfortable in doing so, please keep on doing what you did today whenever you perform here."

"That smile of yours is very charming, if you did not know."

rook hunt spots a smile slowly escaping the corners of your face as he gently applies a soft shade of lip tint to your lips that matches your complexion. you were on your usual visit to pomefiore—off to go see the eccentric huntsman in his dorm room—when the man had suggested that he give you a little makeover with the new products vil had given him earlier that day. the young hunter seemed quite excited about the whole ordeal, so how could you refuse? giddily sitting you down on a seat in front of his dorm's mirror, rook had begun to apply shades of makeup gradually, delicately holding your face close to his to get a more detailed view of the cosmetics painting your cheeks. the man was completely focused on the strokes of his brush until he caught sight of a small, but enchanting smile, gracing your typically neutral expression when he had been applying a layer of lip tint to your face. any expression—or lack thereof—of yours was already spellbinding to him, but this time it had been different. this time, rook could have sworn he felt all the troubles of the world dissipate into thin air as the room seemed just a bit more brighter with your smiles filling each corner of the hunter's heart, making him endlessly fawn and ramble over how angelic you had looked at that moment.

"Mon ange! My, how most dazzling you are today!"

"Your beauty is always a sight to behold, however, today you are gleaming so incandescently! I must be careful; I may go blind by your shinning glow."

"Surely you see it as well, mon trésor. The way your existence illuminates tenfold whenever you bless the world with your joy."

"Your smile is something I wish to never be taken away from you."

lilia vanrouge catches your smile as he sneaks up to you in surprise, melodic laughter coming from your form following right after. just as he had caught you off guard, he was surprised as well seeing as you had never reacted that expressively the other times he had magically sprung up in front of you, hair oddly hanging from his head and body upside down as lilia's figure floated above you. perhaps it was the adorable way his cheeks had seemed to squish together as it gravitated down to the ground that had caused you to laugh so happily. or perhaps it was the cute, little "boo!" that came out of his lips that made you jump up, pleasantly astounded. either way, whatever reason you had that caused you to be so amused had lilia grinning as well in satisfaction. your rare smile had simply looked so endearing; it was like an unknown force was pushing against the third year—calling him to treasure and protect this emotion of yours at all costs. the specialness of your joy made the heart of this old fae flutter at the loveliness you had shown only to him that day.

"Boo!!"

"Ah, my apologies, Prefect, I did not mean to startle you too mu—"

"Hm? Oh? It's alright? My, that was unexpected, if I may be completely honest."

"Nothing to worry about, dearest (Y/n)~ I just want to engrave this moment into my mind for eternity, hehe."

"Why? To remember the sights of the first smile you had given me, of course~"

"That right there is something quite special to treasure in itself, wouldn't you say so, dear?"

a/n: believe it or not, my motivation for writing this came from people seeing my face for the first time after wearing a mask ever since 2020 (but extremely romanticized ofc lolol)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #♢the scribe♢

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when it rolls in like thunder: teaser.

dad!carmy x hispanic mom!reader series teaser!

warnings : dad!carmy x mom!reader, reader is implied female and hispanic, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of childbirth. obviously.

authors note : guys i know i'm late to the dad!carmy train.. but give me a chance!!! i tried so hard to not absolutely love the idea of carmen being a dad and i failed miserably. take this as an apology. and shout out to my hispanic girlies bc we deserve some fics made specifically for us !

"Levántate, princessa mia," you gently raised her chubby arms and sat Valeria up in her barred crib, the golden finish complimenting her collection of hand-me-down stuffed animals from your childhood.

You reached for her soft beige pants that rested on her little dresser next to her crib. She'd only recently grown into it, going up a size or two now that she finally turned 8 months old. You and Carmen saw them at a thrift shop in Chicago during your, although beautiful, excruciatingly long pregnancy.

He knew he had to see his little girl in them, rocking them beautifully just like her stylish and tasteful mother.

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"What do y'think, honey? I like 'em. I think she'll look so cute. Cheap for the quality, too. Damn."

Carmen felt the thickness of the fabric with his finger tips, rubbing them together through the cloth. He nodded his head in approval. He raised them up to let you get a closer look as he beamed with a grin.

"Oh, these are adorable! They're gonna take a little while for her to grow into 'em, though, no? Parasen un poco grande, amor."

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if an article of clothing that you weren't even sure would fit would be worth 8 precious dollars in your joint bank account.

"Well, we don't know how big she's gonna be. She'll grow into 'em."

Carmen was pretty convincing. His voice soft and persuasive and his pure excitement for fatherhood was enough to reel you in to every proposal he made. How could you say no when he was just so enthusiastic?

"What about you, sweet girl? Huh? What do y'think?"

Carmen set the pants back down on the clothing rack, kneeling down just to slightest bit as he raised a hand to your belly. You peered down at him in awe, the sight of him already bursting with love for your child making you go weak.

And as if you couldn't be more angelic, Carmen thought you were more beautiful than ever carrying his child. He moved the palm of his hand into a slow and gentle circle.

The kick of your soon to be newborn daughter against his hand was reassuring. The two of you nearly gasped, laughing in unison at her comedic timing.

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Valeria let out squeals and babbles of impatience as you rolled her little lace socks over her small feet. The hassle of getting dressed in the morning, even after she got the leverage to make an absolute mess of her onesie while she ate breakfast in her high-chair.

Even bibs couldn't catch the sloppy mush of crushed strawberries before she'd wash it down with the liquid gold that was your breast milk. Valeria had a tendency to try and bite down during feeding when her mouth was all gums. But now that her teeth were nearly done coming in, it was an even more frequent offense. It startled you every time.

You tried switching to bottles: the ones with realistically covered and textured silicone nipples with a stopper to avoid the possible spills of milk, but they never sufficed. Valeria had to have the 'real thing,' or she was hardly ever satisfied. Carmen wondered how you did it. Well, he knew how, logistically, but he knew that it had to be emotionally and physically exhausting.

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm tryin' to hurry. Geez, you've been spoiled since birth, mija," you sighed dramatically, nodding your head and placing a kiss on Valeria's forehead, her hair tickling your philtrum.

Suddenly, you could hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. Valeria immediately squirmed vigorously and smiled ear to ear as you scooped her into your tired arms. It was like she could smell him, the way she knew immediately that it was her dad.

"Who's that? Is that Daddy?" you turned to Valeria and bounced her up and down, her little hands already flaying around as giggle after giggle escaped her mouth. Your beloved husband called out for you once or twice, quickly realizing you'd been in the nursery when he heard the sound of his girls.

"Hi, hone—Oh my goodness!" Carmen gasped, peeking his head into the heaven-like bedroom. It seemed like he was immediately drawn to Valeria like a magnet. His white t-shirt stuck to his skin from the summer heat, his baseball cap casting a shadow on his face. He almost looked a little out of breath.

He walked in while gushing at the sight of Valeria all dressed in her mothers arms. The off-white, soft lettuce-cut top paired perfectly with her socks. The white ribbon in her hair literally tying the look together.

"Dada!" Valeria pointed her little finger to him, trying to escape your embrace and jump into Carmen's arms if she truly could. She'd become especially talkative lately. But she hadn't quite figured out to greet you with a sickly sweet 'mama' whenever you came around to pepper smooches on her head and smooth, chubby cheeks. You rolled your eyes playfully as you stood beside him, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"Did mommy get you all dressed up this morning? Hm?" Carmen smiled sweetly at his daughter and scrunched up his nose, just to hear her laugh at his expressions. He held her close against him with his right arm so that Valeria could rest her little head against his shoulder.

"Yep, I sure did," you chuckled, letting Carmen wrap his arm around your waist and draw you in for a quick kiss. Your hand lied on top of Carmen's. Every vein and knuckle was caressed by the pad of your thumb.

"Sorry I took a while. Jus' wanted to pick up some groceries down the street,'" Carmen mumbled into your hair before planting a kiss on the top of your head. "Thank you for bein' with 'er, baby."

You only nodded your head, leaning into his touch as your eyes fluttered shut. Last night was quite a riot. But Carmy, being the gracious hero he often was, arose the moment he heard sweet Valeria crying out for touch and attention from her crib. That baby monitor was the only thing that could help Carmen's anxieties calm and let him sleep at night, but was also the only thing waking him up nowadays.

"We got a real princess on our hands, huh?" you smiled at Valeria, her head rested on Carmen's chest and her hand pressed against his peck. She looked just as content. Her curly hair was thick and full of life. Those Italian genes ran strong. With the face of her mothers, friends and family raved about your resemblance everywhere you went with her. But those bright blue eyes and small smile of hers? All Carmy.

"Two princesses on our hands," Carmen corrected you.

With the angelic face of her mothers and fierce, yet tender eyes of her father, she'd be unstoppable.

"My princesses. My girls."

She already was, actually.

#AGH this turned out so cute #i'm so excited for this series!!!#let me know what you guys think<3 #carmen berzatto #dad!carmy #dad!carmy x mom!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #mom!reader #hispanic!reader #the bear

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writerslittlelibrary · 6 months

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I'm your mother now, chapter 6

masterlist series masterlist

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

summary: maybe that talk Natasha had with Yelena truly changed things…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader,

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha, translated Russian

genre: angst,

words: 2044

a/n: hello lovelies, I wanted to thank you all for your love and support, I'm feeling much better, and so, as promised, here is chapter 6, finally…

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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“She's a kid, Natasha!”

“Don't you think I know that?!”

“So let her be one! She will never love you if you keep her locked up in this house! She deserves to be a kid. If you help her be one, she will love you, Natasha.”

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You sat on top of the stairs, carefully listening to the conversation Natasha and Yelena were having. You were in your pajamas, so you figured Natasha changed your clothes when you came home yesterday.

When you heard the arguing die down, you stood up, taking a few steps away from the stairs when you heard footsteps come closer.

You heard Natasha and Yelena talking, normally now, while they walked to the front door. They didn't see you, but you were almost certain Natasha knew you were standing there.

She always knew…

Once the door closed, you quickly ran back to your room, climbing back into your bed and hugging your stuffed animals, pretending to be asleep.

You heard Natasha's footsteps come up the stairs, and your breath caught in your throat as you realized Yelena must've left. Natasha walked into your room and sat down next to you, softly caressing your face and wiping the stray hairs from it.

“Good morning, malysh,” she said quietly as she leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “Auntie Yelena left, so we have the whole week for ourselves,” she said excitedly, missing the way your muscles tensed at the thought. You opened your eyes, turning to look at her as she smiled down at you.

“Let’s go brush your teeth,” she said as she stood up, looking down at you as she waited for you to get up.

“Come on, malysh, I know you've been awake for a while. It's time to start the day now,” she said as you finally sat up, pushing the blanket aside and walking towards the bathroom, Natasha following closely behind.

“I think it's time to wash your hair today as well, don't you, detka?”

Natasha moved towards the bathtub, starting the water and pouring some bubbles in. You ignored her, instead focusing on just brushing your teeth.

After about a minute, Natasha moved to stand behind you, smiling at you through the mirror as she held up her hand. You reluctantly handed her the toothbrush, turning around and opening your mouth when Natasha moved to cup your jaw.

She softly brushed your teeth, tapping your nose when she was done.

She rinsed the toothbrush, putting it away and walking back into your room, probably to get some clothes. “Go and get in the tub already, sweetheart, I'll be right back,” she said as she disappeared from sight.

You sighed and took off your pajamas, stepping in the tub and allowing your head to dunk under, the water completely consuming you.

You gasped when you felt Natasha pull you up again, looking at you with a stern expression on her face. “Don't do something so dangerous without mama in the room,” she scolded as she let you go, sitting on the stool that stood next to the bathtub.

You didn't say anything as Natasha washed your hair, simply enjoying the way her hands felt massaging your head.

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You were sitting downstairs, waiting for Natasha to return with what she said would be a fun activity. After the bath she took you to the kitchen, making you a healthy breakfast. After, she told you you two were going to be spending a nice mama-daughter day, and she told you to stay put as she went to get something.

You sat patiently waiting on the bar stool, fiddling with your bunny you got yesterday while you waited. You liked Yelena, and you were sad she had already left so soon.

After a few more minutes, Natasha returned, her hands full of boxes which appeared to be board games. She put them down with a smile, moving to sit down as she pulled the box from the top. “I know you haven't played a lot of board games in your life, but I promise you I will teach you everything you have to know. Auntie Yelena is quite fond of board games, so when she comes over next time you can absolutely destroy her,” she said as she smiled, opening the box and pulling out the contents.

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Natasha had beaten you in almost every game by the end of the day, but even so, you found yourself enjoying Natasha's company. You liked playing the games with her, even if you did end up losing.

After Natasha had put away all the games again, she came back with her keys in her hand. “I was thinking of getting some ice-cream?” she questioned as she looked at you, and you nodded with a smile on your face. You quickly put on your shoes, grabbing your coat and waiting by the door.

Natasha joined you soon enough, already wearing her own coat.

She opened the door, leading you towards her car and driving off. The car ride was mainly silent, the chatter on the radio softly playing in the background.

After a while, Natasha pulled up at the same place Yelena had done, getting out of the car and opening your door before you could. You got out, following Natasha as she led you to an ice-cream shop. After you both had gotten your ice-cream, you walked outside again, going to sit on a bench, when you suddenly heard yelling behind you.

Before you could turn around, you felt Natasha's hand slip from your grasp as she was tackled to the ground.

A police officer held her down as another one walked towards you, you took a step back, dropping the ice-cream as you stared at the officer in fear.

She put her hands up, trying to make it seem like she wasn't a threat to you.

Natasha was still struggling on the ground, trying to get the officer, who now had gotten help, off of her. You were visibly shaking, terrified and confused as to whatever was going on. Natasha was yelling, and you knew that if she wanted to she could easily take all the officers down, but for some reason she wasn't.

The female officer was still trying to approach, attempting to come closer as you just took another step back. Your eyes were filled with fear, and it didn't take long before tears started rolling down your cheeks as well.

The officer was speaking to you, or at least you thought as you saw her mouth move, yet you didn't hear a single sound.

The sirens fell deaf on your ears as more police arrived. Natasha was getting handcuffed, but she was still yelling. She was trying to get to you, yet you just stood there. It didn't take long before Natasha was injected with something in her neck, a few officers dragging her towards a car as the female officer was still standing in front of you.

“It is okay,” she spoke with a strong Russian accent. “We will help you get home,” she added as she took a few steps closer, carefully laying a hand on your back and leading you towards another car.

The rest was all a blur to you. The officers that had taken Natasha were nowhere to be seen, and until now you had only seen the female officer that took you here. You were locked in what you could only guess was some sort of interrogation room. You had already tried the door, but it was locked and you were stuck sitting in the chair, staring at the huge mirror in front of you.

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“Do you think she bought it?” Natasha questioned as she stood there, watching you with her arms crossed, studying your terrified form and expression.

“I think she more than bought it, Natalia. She is absolutely terrified,” a woman next to her said, going through some papers on a clipboard. Natasha anxiously bit her lip. It wasn't often she got nervous, but seeing her little girl all terrified, scared the shit out of her.

The woman next to her noticed, and pulled her gaze from the clipboard as she put her hand on Natasha's arm. “She will do well, Natalia. I can feel it,” the woman said as she gave Natasha a small smile, turning around and heading for the door.

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After sitting in the room for a few minutes, staring at the mirror, a woman entered the room. It was the same officer that had taken you there, and she smiled kindly as she placed her clipboard down, sitting down across from you.

“Hello y/n. My name is Anya, and I'm here to help you. I understand you must be very frightened right now, but I will do my best to help you, and I can assure you that everything will be okay,” she said in her Russian accent, before reaching towards her clipboard and taking an item from the top of it.

“We found this phone on your kidnapper, and as it was a second phone, we were wondering if maybe it was yours?” the woman asked as she placed the phone down in front of you.

You had never seen the phone before. It was old and even had a keyboard on it. However, before you shook your head, you thought about why Natasha might carry it with her. Maybe she knew she would get caught some day. Maybe she knew they would give you the phone purely because she carried two.

Before you could stop yourself, you nodded your head, reaching towards the phone. Anya smiled, moving to stand up. “I'm glad. I will leave you here so you can call someone you trust. Maybe your parents,” Anya suggested as she gave you another smile, moving to get out of the room.

After you checked she was really gone, you turned the phone on. There was a picture of you in the background, and you frowned as soon as the phone asked for a passcode.

You thought for a second, before realizing Natasha wasn't stupid and trying the passcode you used for your ipad. It worked, and now you were certain Natasha had meant for this phone to come to you were she ever to get caught.

You opened the phone book, only finding one contact in there.

You considered ignoring it, using this opportunity to call you foster parents and go home, but was that really what you still wanted. You didn't know anymore, and before you knew it, you had typed in the number of your foster mother.

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Natasha stood anxiously behind the window, ready to interfere at the moment you would actually call your foster mother, but Anya placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, telling her to trust you.

They watched as you hesitated, looking at the phone conflicted.

You were almost going to press the call button, before you made up your mind and switched back to the phone book. You called the only number there, trusting that Natasha would've put it there with a reason.

As you heard the line ring for a bit, you bit your lip, your leg bouncing up and down as you brought your hand up to your mouth, biting your nails.

Soon enough, someone picked up, and it didn't take long before you realized it was Yelena. “Hello? Natasha? Why are you calling me from this old number?” she questioned. You took a deep breath before responding.

“Yelena?...” you asked quietly, and you heard Yelena immediately sit up straighter, seemingly focused on the call now.

“Malen’kiy pauk?” (little spider) you heard Yelena ask confused. “What is wrong?”

The moment you heard Yelena's voice, you broke down, sobbing as you tried to explain what happened.

“I don't know what's going on,” you sobbed out. “Natasha is caught I think and I don't know what to do,” you cried, completely unaware of the smirk Yelena carried on the other side of the line. “It is okay, malysh, I will come fix it,” Yelena said before she hung up.

You placed the phone down on the table again, crying softly as you tried to wipe your tears. Natasha smiled. You loved her now…

Chapter 7

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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Hey, me again! Sorry to bother you but I wondering if I can send a request about my favourite family (but of course remember to take the time you need to write this or completely ignore this request if you don't like it)? I was thinking about the reader coming back home from an afternoon with the other girls and once she comes back, she sees the most adorable scenario she has ever seen. Eddie and the other boys sitting on the tiniest chairs ever, wearing tiaras, make up, fake earrings, playing having tea with Penny and her stuffed animals. Idk, I thought it was cute😅

But Again, feel free to ignore this request if you don't want to write it. Thank you and I hope you have a nice day❤️

this was such a cute request for them and i enjoyed every single second of writing it. i hope i did it justice and i hope you enjoy!

𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

(girl dad!eddie munson x mom!reader/pregnant!reader)

warnings: imagery of men in terrible makeup and mentions of pregnancy (reader is pregnant) more penny, eddie and reader (and baby wayne) adventures here :)

If someone were to have told younger you, you’d be a mom before you were the age of 21, you probably would have punched them in the face, strictly because of the implication and the jinxing. While having a baby was something you entertained after seeing a particularly cute one out in the world or something, you weren’t overly fond of the idea of raising a tiny human with someone or even on your own. You considered yourself much too selfish for that.

…However, if someone were to have told you you’d have Eddie Munson’s–one of three local freaks and town urban legend in the making—babies, you probably would have given them the keys to your car and maybe the deed to your parents’ home.

Your crush on the metal head had a lasting effect on you. When you’d actually begun dating him, falling head over ass in love, being with him was all that mattered to you and it didn’t feel pathetic because it was all he wanted, too.

Immediately after graduation came marriage and then Penny, your cute little Oopsie as Eddie referred to her when she was in your tummy. You preferred it over his original nickname for her, which was Creampie, seeing as how he was sure that was how she’d been conceived. You forced him to change it.

Of course, since you had said baby with another on the way, you had to provide for them. Eddie had already been employed at an autoshop—his skill with the mechanics of a car was probably what led to Penny’s conception, you just couldn’t help yourself when faced with Grease Monkey Eddie—and Eden got you a job with her at her father’s firm as his partner’s receptionist.

It worked out pretty well, Eden didn’t have a car so you’d pick her up before work since she’d rather jump off her roof than drive with her dad, who was also her boss, then afterwards you’d drive back to the trailer where Eddie and Argyle would be waiting for the two of you (if Argyle wasn’t off, she’d chill with your little family until he came to get her because she didn’t want to go home and you couldn’t blame her).

Normally, your job wasn’t super stressful, you’d just been exhausted lately, though you didn’t exert yourself (Eddie would never allow it).

Today you had felt every agonizing second of the work day, it had been so slow. You’d done all the filing, made all the copies, called all the people, there just hadn’t been as much going on as usual and after you’d managed to make it to lunch time, the last half of your shift was spent staring across the room at Eden, both of you blinking owlishly at each other, staring contests, trying to get paper airplanes to reach the other, anything to stave off the boredom. Suddenly, you couldn’t wait til you could take maternity leave.

After work, you’d both practically sprinted to your car, the ride was spent bitching about the work day. The closer you got to your home, the more life you felt began to fill you; energy the work day had sucked away returning to you at the notion of seeing Eddie and Penny.

If you had known exactly what you’d be walking into, you may have transcended into a higher level of joy.

You and Eden were still chatting as you shut your car doors, still shedding the weight of the work day. She’d been talking about moving in with Argyle, something she was desperate to do but her parents were still hesitant about when you unlocked the front door, pushing it open for her.

Eden had walked through the doorway and stopped, causing you to run into her back.

“What’s the hold up?” You asked, peering around her shorter frame. The sight made you gasp.

“Hi, honey!” Eddie greeted you, grin so wide it almost looked like it hurt.

Eddie, Argyle and Jonathan—always dragged around with Argyle—were crouched in tiny pink plastic chairs (much too small for them to actually allow their weight to rest in, lest they break them) around the small table in the living room, which was cluttered with various kitchen utensils and Penny’s pink tea set.

Not an unusual sight, since they always indulge your three year old. What was new was the bright colors adorning their faces.

Eddie had on bright purple eyeshadow (complete with poorly replicated wings of eyeliner), cheeks powdered with an even brighter pink and lips coated in a deep shade of red lipstick, meticulously applied judging by the precision. Pink clip-on earrings dangled from his lobes and around his waist was one of Penny's pink tutus—stretched to its limit.

Argyle’s long dark locks were in two high, messy ponytails. His eyes were decorated with a blue eyeshadow (ruined with various marks and stains of mascara), cheeks powdered bright red and lips a coral orange. His tutu was purple and his earrings were red.

But Jonathan…oh, Jonathan. His eyeshadow was pink, cheeks pink, and lipstick a bright red. Penny was always more gentle with Jonathan, for some reason. His makeup didn’t look as messily applied as the majority of Argyle’s and Eddie’s. Unlike with them, Penny had attempted to draw on eyelashes for him, and he had smatterings of glitter sporadically around his face. Not only did he have one of her pink tutus and green earrings, he also got the privilege of wearing her favorite pair of fairy wings.

He refused to make eye contact with you, staring into the tiny, plastic tea cup clenched in his hand.

“Hi, babe. What happened here?” You asked, hand moving to hide your smile, though you were pretty sure it was obvious. Penny—dressed in her pink princess dress and a purple feather boa, pretty little face also covered in makeup with a plastic crown carefully placed on her head to make sure her curls didn’t get tangled in the combs of it (Eddie had to have put it on her)—returned from the hallway closet where her toy box was located, arms full of her stuffed animals, all of which she dropped the moment she saw you.

“Mommy!” She squealed and you squatted down to allow her to run into your arms as Eden stepped out of the way and disappeared into your room. “LOOK, MOMMY! I made daddy and unca Ahgle and unca Johnny puddy!”

“Uh huh,” was all you could say without laughing.

“We awe having a tea pa’ty.” Penny informed you after she’d unwound her arms from around you, giving your baby bump a gentle pat before she ran back over to scoop up her stuffies. They were placed in the other empty plastic chairs surrounding the table and actually looked like they fit in the tiny seats, unlike the grown men.

“Do you think I’m pretty, mama?” Eddie asked, batting his eyelashes at you with his red lips pulled into a mischievous smirk. Eddie was no stranger to makeup, you’d done his eyeliner for gigs plenty of times and he could now do it on his own, but that only involved lining his waterline and tightlining, not wings.

He and Jonathan had silently stared at themselves in the bedroom mirror, self reflecting on how they got themselves in this position, for longer than either of them would care to admit. But Eddie would do anything for Penny and he knew you would get a crack out of seeing him like this.

Argyle was too high (it was a perpetual thing at this point, he’d been stuck in a high since back in high school) to care, although he’d wanted his ponytails braided and Penny wouldn’t allow it.

“I think you’re something,” You offered through your giggles and Eddie chuckled along with you, stopping only when a flash of bright light momentarily lit up the room and blinded him.

Eden lowered the Polaroid camera she’d retrieved from your room, plucking the picture that whirled out.

She shook it briefly and examined the developing photo with a careful eye before she smirked.

“Oh, this is a good one. I gotta make a copy of this for Nance.”

Jonathan stood up then, kind of. His butt was still stuck in the tiny chair so it went with him. “Eden, give me the photo.”

Eden took that as her cue to take another one, cackling as she grabbed the film.

Jonathan began to advance.

“Eden—I mean it, give me the pictures—EDEN!” He shouted as she bolted out of the front door. He ran (as best as he could with a tiny chair attached to his ass) after her with Argyle following him to play instigator.

“Run, baby, run!” Then when he realized he’d be in both pictures as well, “GET HER, JONATHAN!”

Eddie was howling with laughter, causing Penny to join in even though she hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on. Once he calmed down, he stood up from his chair, pulling the thing off of his hips, he moved it to the side and sat on the carpet, patting the spot between his legs to beckon you over.

You set your bag on the counter and went over to join them, settling between his legs as you leaned back into his chest with his encouragement for cuddles. Eddie pressed a kiss to your forehead, no doubt leaving a kiss stain as Penny set a little tea cup on a plastic plate down in front of you.

“He’we you go, mama.”

“Oh, thank you, Penny!” You lifted the teacup by its tiny handle and pretended to take a sip. “That’s very good!”

“Yes,” she stated, pleased and already distracted with arranging her stuffed animals in their seats.

“Long day?” Eddie asked, mumbling against the side of your head as he continued to press kisses wherever his lips could reach. He’d clocked the lingering bits of tension and stress on you the moment you’d walked into the trailer, he also swore he had a sixth sense tied to you somehow, because he could always tell when something was wrong. He’d get bouts of anxiety at work and come home to find out you’d had a terrible day, so he’d taken to just calling you when the feeling popped up.

He hadn’t been wrong yet.

“Yeah,” You sighed, turning onto your side as you burrowed further into Eddie and the soft shirt he wore. “It’s better now, though.”

He hummed as you lifted your head, lips puckered. With a grin, he closed the small distance, giving you your ‘welcome home’ kiss.

“Awww!”

You broke away, the two of you smiling as your attention was drawn to your daughter, who looked shy and had a small smile of her own as she wrung her little hands together.

“You kissed.”

Eddie chuckled, chest shaking against you.

“We’ve kissed before, baby.” He pointed out. She’d witnessed you exchange thousands of (appropriate) kisses in front of her but lately she’d been cooing every time Eddie showed you affection. You thought she may like seeing you two love each other like the couples in the cartoons she watched.

“Yes.” She giggled into her little palms, shoulders rising as she became even more bashful.

You shook your head in amusement, raising a hand to rest your chin in, thumb absentmindedly stroking over your lower lip. You were surprised to see a shade of red over the skin of your thumb, considering you’d worn a nude shade of lipstick.

Oh. Eddie’s lipstick. Right.

Then you got to thinking about it, the gears in your head turning as your eyebrows furrowed.

“Eddie?”

“Yes?”

“Where’d you get this makeup?”

Eddie and Penny exchanged nervous glances and there was a long pause in between your question and his answer, deciding to try to get out of this like his daughter often tried to.

“Yes.”

“Eddie, is this my makeup?!”

“Baby, I have to go pee, can you move real quick?”

“You’re not getting away, answer the question!”

Yes. It was your makeup.

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gamerbunny1996 · 7 days

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Jschlatt x Innocent reader

First off before we start I will be posting soon a request bored for anyone who wants me to write something. Next is I'm not very good at writing I have dyslexia so it's hard for me sometimes so sorry if something doesn't make sense but yeah.

“Hello guys welcome back. Today I'm going to be playing Minecraft. I'm hoping to finally finish my cherry blossom house. It's so close to being done.” You said to the camera. Chat talking about things to add to your house. Launching up the game you get a dono. Any new stuff animals you bought. “Yes actually” soon you're pulling up a new teddy bear that says My princess on it. “My friend sent me this isn't he cute I haven't decided what to call him yet” putting the bear down you continue on playing Minecraft.

Later on another dono came through. Which friend gave you the bear laughing at the message you look at the camera dead on. “It's a secret he would kill me if I told” you purposely said he so the chat could go wild. “I don't know why the bear says my princess though because I'm a queen but eh what can you do” you commented out on the chat still going crazy at the fact the bear says my princess. “Also I see you guys spamming bunny ears no not today guys I only wear them when you get the goal and you haven't done that yet.” Soon you see a call come in from discord. Rolling your eyes, you answered it. “What” you say. “Hello to you,” Schlatt responded. “Anyway what's up” you replied. “Well I seen you streaming and decided to come ruin it”

“Of course that's what you do best” rolling your eyes at the camera to show the annoyed expression you had towards schlatt. “You know it sweetheart” he winked at you. Blushing hard at that you try to play it off. “So your not a princess huh I couldn't find a queen one but I don't think it fits you anyway” schlatt points out that he was the one that got the bear for you” chat went crazy with different responses like omg schlatt and Y/n are together or ew gross would rather have schlatt single.

“Look what you did now, chat is going crazy” he laughed out loud amused at what he did. “Well I didn't care if people knew that I gave you a stuffed bear. What was wrong with that? Don't you like stuffed animals you always beg me to buy you one” he was right but you didn't want you fans or even his fans to know he buys you things. “Guys we're not dating, calm down” you said to chat. You could hear Schlatt laughing. “I just wanted a calm stream playing Minecraft'' you flip you screen to show just your face.

“I think I'm done with Tonight guys. I know it wasn't long but someone had to come and ruin it” you look at the screen where Schlatt's facecam was.”

“That's what I do best, toots. Well maybe now we can have alone time” Schlatt wiggled his eyebrows.

“We have alone time all the time. What makes this different?” you asked clueless to what he said. Chat going crazy trying not to have schlatt ruin your innocents.

“Oh sweetheart we do now? I don't ever remember us having a special time alone” he smiled an evil smile.

“I'm confused now” you said reading chat hoping they would tell you what he means. All your reading is most everyone saying nooo.

“Maybe I should show you but you'll have to turn off the live stream. I don't want anyone hearing or seeing” now at this point you're so confused. “Okay?” You go to turn off the live stream when you hear Schlatt start laughing so hard. “Someone please explain what's going on” once Schlatt catches his breath he replied to you. “I was messing around with you. Damn you're so innocent it drives me insane” you puff out your cheeks mad. “I'm not innocent”

“Okay prove it say something perverted”

“Ummmm….” You start to blush crazy. “No that's not appropriate” you try to defend. “You're so innocent” crossing your arms. “What ever I'm ending the live for real this time” you go and click end live and now it's just you and schlatt.

“So like can I come over”

“For what”

“To show you what I mean” you look at him confused. “I guess” he jumped up so fast off his chair it fell. “On my way” and soon the screen went off. You look at your husky who was laying on the floor by your desk. “That man will be the death of me” you turned off your whole set up and went to the living room waiting for schlatt.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt

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lixzey · 8 months

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Letters

Info: age gap, reader has nightmares

The Second Letter.

Timothée woke up with a terrible hangover. The party was great, and he had an amazing time with his friends. He sat up and walked to the bathroom of his hotel room. He stared at himself in the mirror; he was still in the clothes he had on last night. Timothée hopped into the shower, feeling the cold water against his skin, sobering him up.

After a relaxing shower, he remembered the letters. The basket he shoved under the bed, he knelt down, grabbing the basket from under the bed. He untied the stack—eighteen letters—all eighteen letters still there.

He sat on the bed and opened the second letter, dated June 18, 2023.

Dear Timothée,

Every night before I go to sleep, I whisper good night to you. I have a framed photo of you on my bedside table. I know, it's weird and creepy. I don't know why, but I've done it for so long that I can't even remember when I started it.

Is it weird for a grown woman to have a stuffed animal to be able to sleep at night? Yeah, it's weird. My stuffed bunny keeps my nightmares at bay every night. Julie told me that one day, all of my fears would go away and my nightmares would end. And I'd be able to look back at my past without getting hurt. But everything's getting worse. Every fucking night.

Maybe you're wondering, "Why in the world is this girl telling me this?" Well, I don't know, really. Maybe it's because you'd listen? Who am I kidding? I don't even know if you'd even get my letters. I've locked up those memories for so long, and it hurts to think about them, let alone talk about them. I'm not going to tell you everything, but a little something about me can't hurt, right? It's better to write it all down rather than talk about it.

I remember when I was a little girl, my parents would take me down to the park near where we lived. My dad would push me on the swings, while my mom would set up a little picnic for us. Life was happy. Until that fateful day when I was ten. Let's just say that my life wasn't the same as it once was. I thought my life was perfect, but boy, was I wrong.

I've tried everything to get the nightmares to stop, yet nothing ever works. Not once in the past eleven years have I had a good night's sleep. Honestly? I'm terrified of falling asleep; the nightmares keep getting more vivid. My room mate, Ava, gave me a crystal bracelet—to protect me and keep the bad auras away. She's the only one other than Julie, my therapist, who knows that I get nightmares. Since Ava's room is right next to mine, she hears me scream every fucking night.

Oh god, that sounded morbid. I should stop. Well, it's not like you'd ever get any of my letters. So I'll carry on writing, pouring out everything in these letters.

I'm going to try to get some sleep; it's literally half past three. I have exams in the morning. I'll probably fail again anyway, since I'm not exactly the smartest. Wish me luck?

All my love,

Y/n.

Timothée was slowly understanding Y/N. She's seven years younger than him. He checked the envelopes, searching for an address so he could reply to her after he'd finished all of her letters. But he couldn't find anything—not even in the basket.

“How on earth did these letters get here? I'm in a fucking hotel that only my family knew." Timothée muttered. Questions filled his mind. He put the letter back in the envelope. He picked up the next letter, hoping for answers.

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seilahscopium · 9 months

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HI POOKIE

I WAS WONDERING IF U CAN WRITE A LEON FANFIC ABOUT HIM TAKING CARE OF FEM!READER WHILE THEIR SICK

YOU KNOW WHO THIS IS BUT IM STILL GONNA GO ANON

LOVE U BAE XOXO

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: bbbggggg I'm so sorry this took me so long and if it's out of character since I don't know how to describe his character that well :(( I hope this helps fill your brain rot a little! 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Leon Kennedy

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⊹ due to all the situations Leon has been put through, he's very self aware of things going on around him ⊹ you could say he’s always on alert. Especially when it comes to you ⊹ he's the type of guy who would notice you're sick before you do ⊹he hears a cough from you and his eyebrow will raise from where he’s seated “Are you feeling alright?” he’ll ask you ⊹ doesn't matter how you reply, he's very suspicious you're getting sick ⊹ and when you're rubbing your forehead with a frown… ⊹ he’ll put the back of his hand against your forehead, not listening to any of your excuses you're coming up with “I really dont think I'm sick. I'm pretty sure the headache is just from looking at an electronic so much-” “You have a fever” ..and of course right then and there you had to have a coughing fit ⊹it's not that you don't want him to take care of you. It's just that…well, when you were sick last time he tried to stick a needle in your arm ⊹this is because, by the rare chance that leon gets sick on a mission, he’ll just stick a needle with solution into his arm and he's better in no time ⊹but you hate needles

⊹luckily, you bought regular medicine, so he just feeds you that instead

“Are you sure? The shot would make things end much faster” he’ll say

“Yes. definitely. Absolutely.” you replied

“Okay…”

⊹ he only suggested the needle once again because he never likes seeing you sick.

⊹he looks like a pouting puppy with the way his arms are now crossed as you drink some water after you ingested the medicine

⊹ it seems Leon was not off of work because he has a new assignment. To defeat the evil fever >:((

⊹Leon is very good at comforting you and showing he's here for you with just his actions alone

⊹ he’s cooking you food that you like and that's easy to digest. He's grabbing you things before you even realize it.

⊹ swear to god, its like hes keeping tabs on you like your his patient

⊹ but he doesn't verbally show it. Which is kind of nice. Because when your sick your sensitive to light and sound

⊹ he gets the bed all set up for you. If you have stuffed animals he's aligned them in a order that created room for you to move around but you can still see them

⊹ i see him leaning down to check your temperature when you're laying in bed. His arm propped by your head, hand on your forehead, and faces inches apart

⊹ you don't really know if its your fever that's making you more flustered when he gets all close or if this is how you normally are

⊹ and when he's done checking your temp. He will press a kiss to your forehead and get you a new water bottle since you've seemed to run out of the ones he placed nearby from earlier

⊹ Leon would be the best person to cuddle with while you are sick

⊹ sure, at first you were worried that you were going to get him sick, but at this point he's bound to have built an immune system to a mere fever.

⊹ hes spooning you from behind, keeping you close with his strong arms wrapped nice and snug around your tummy

⊹if you're having trouble sleeping because of any pulsing pain or your just restless, he does not care what you want to help you sleep, he's going to deliver

⊹ for example if your holding him tight and snuggling into his chest. That is fine. If you're gently holding his hand against your cheek because you like it, that's fine too.

⊹ overall he's amazing at taking care of you.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #residen evil x reader #resident evil fluff #IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER #inkiii best girl <3

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randomperson339 · 8 months

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Anthropromorphization

(Xernalia, an alien, married to Thomas a human. She has found him hunched over cloth and scattered stuffing.)

Xernalia: Hubby... what are you doing?

Thomas: trying to stitch this teddy-bear back to life.

Xernalia: ...you know it's just stuffing, right? There isn't anything to bring back to life.

Thomas: Is that the weirdest thing I've done?

Xernalia: ...no, but I don't know how you're defining life here. It's inanimate

Thomas: yeah... but I feel bad now that it's all torn up, so I'm stitching him back together

Xernalia: Why do you have empathy for an inanimate object?

Thomas: probably because evolution would want me to have emathy for something that's inanimate than something that could be my mate

Xernalis: that's stupid, evolution should've given you a better way to detect the sentience of things.

Thomas: I mean, it did get me an amazing wife.

Xernalia: Wh-no, itt- not worth.... ahgiueaowjhBIEVUCybnowriadnsjc, how dare you say that's the reason you married me was because of some faulty neurons

Thomas: they're hardly faulty if they let me get with you

Xernalia: I mean- you're not wrong, but also. You're conflating several ideas.

Thomas: no, the "faulty neurons" are there to differentiate what is and isn't human, since you can't interbreed with non-humans.

Xernalia: but-

Thomas: yes, you can with genetic manipulation, but evolution wasn't made for to account for magical genetic engineering.

Xernalia:..........

(Thomas gives an affection peck on the head to Xernalia)

Thomas: yeah, I know it's stupid to get hung up about a destroyed plush, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I just didn't repair it.

Xernalia: What about the object puts such importance on it?

Thomas: *shrugs* I dunno, I just feel sad when I think about it all torn up.

Xernalia: so, it's like empathy?

Thomas: kinda? It's not sad on an intellectual level, but on an emotional one. I feel for the plush, but understand it's an object. And it doesn't have feelings.

Xernalia: would it change anything if it didn't have a face?

Thomas: probably.

Xernalia: what about a non-quad-limbed body structure?

Thomas: less so than the faceless version.

Xernalia: what about if it was a monster?

Thomas: I married you, didn't I?

Xernalia: >:[

Thomas: sorry, I just couldn't resist. And an actual answer would probably be... depends on how it's monstrous.

Xernalia: So it's about how... human-ish the thing is?

Thomas: roughly, yeah.

Xernalia: so what about a ball that's been left to rot? It was once used, lovingly, by a dog but it got lost in the drain and now it's decaying slowly at the top of a pile of trash?

Thomas: Xernalia... plz don't play with my emotions like that...

Xernalia: oh! Sorry. I- I thought you wouldn't get emotional over a ball.

Thomas: humans get emotions over a lot of things. I even got emotional over computers and satellites, which are very not-human.

Xernalia: so, you just empathize with... everything?

Thomas: yeah.

Xernalia: 8(

Thomas: What's that look for?

Xernalia: It must be so hard to live like that. I mean, you eat meat, right?

Thomas: well, it's different because I need to eat. Thinking about the animals is just something I try not to think about. Like everyone else

Xernalia: All humans feel bad for what they eat?

Thomas: I mean, not everyone, but that's the general feelings I've heard

Xernalia: so it's more... selective?

Thomas: Yeah. I mean, that's why wars happen I think.

Xernalia: so this empathy can both be given to anything, but also taken away from anything else. That seems... stupid.

Thomas: yeah, it's stupid, I feel like it shouldn't be so easy to stop thinking about people as... people

Xernalia: I think it's stupid that it's so arbitrary- you're here, trying to revive an inanimate object, despite it never living

Thomas: well, I was thinking more "I want there to be less violence in the world" not "I want humans to be more accurate in their assessment of sentience." You really want to make humans more sensical, don't you.

Xernalia: no, you're hot when you're nonsensical!

Thomas: Glad to know nonesense is hot, I shall endeavor to always put my socks over my shoes from now on

Xernalia: Not that kind of nonsense!

#writeblr #creative writing #humans are space orcs #writing #greentext #short story #xernaliaposting #alien x human #alien #humans are confusing #humor #fanfiction #writing practice

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hardcandycigarette · 1 year

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LONG WAY DOWN PART 2

WOW! I’m so happy that so many of you liked Part ONE. Just got a chance to post the second part. Ok, no angst this time around. We all need a breather after Part One. Let’s check in on our little family, shall we?

WARNING-none I don’t think (let me know if I missed something important}

If you like dad!rry that’s pretty much the entire piece. So this time we get a bit more fluff. Don’t worry, we’ve got more angst coming, but we’ve got to tell the whole story.

Enjoy!

"Poppy, I know I promised we'd go to the zoo, but Mummy had to leave in a rush. Something important happened. We’ll leave soon."

Poppy climbs onto her bed and begins jumping. "Zoo! Zoo!" she shouts. The day’s overcast sky leaves a haze over the room, with the open blinds providing the only light source to the room. Her hair flies about around her head, as she bounces up and down.

"No, ma'am, we are not doing that." He points his finger at her, then at the floor. "Get down and play quietly or watch a program in the living room, but we are not jumping and shouting." He heads back to the door.

She stops.

“Leave you at the bloody zoo,” he says under his breath.

“What Daddy?”

“Nothing.” He turns to look at her again. "And besides, Miss, you aren't even dressed. So maybe get to work on that." His tone is harsher than Poppy is used to. She still stands on the bed, but slowly lowers herself to sit on the edge. It softens him, as he sees her surrounded by the pink and white ruffled pillows, and bedding. The canopy bed decorated with stuffed animals reminds him that she’s just his little girl. She stares at Harry in silence, her bottom lip puffing out.

“And why are you in here in the dark?” He turns the overhead light on.

“I like it.”

“That’s your daughter Y/N, liking the dark,” he says to himself.

Harry walks to his bedroom, grabs his phone, and as he sits on the bed, he looks at the time. She's been gone for over an hour. Is it over? No. She'll be back. His eyes fill with tears, and when tears begin to fall, he doesn’t stop them. A knock at the bedroom door interrupts his thoughts. He wipes his face. "Yes."

"Daddy, Poppy needs help."

"Coming." He just wants to crawl into bed and cry, but the kids need him. And this is complicated enough, so he needs to keep his word to them. He said they would go to the zoo, so they will go. He stands, goes to the door, exits the room, and walks down the hall.

Poppy points to the top of the closet. "Want that one."

Harry takes a deep breath before he enters her room and looks in the closet. "Which one, love? The polka dots?" He replies like the daddy she is used to, with a gentle, easy voice.

"Yeah."

"Darling, you’re wearing a green skirt with flowers. That's a pink and blue polka dot sweater. That doesn't match."

"Wanna be like you," she says.

He laughs. "Oh, do you like it when Daddy's outfits don't match?"

She giggles. “Yeah, it's funny."

"Well, Lambert, at least one person likes it," he mumbles. He takes the sweater off the hanger and hands it to the curly-haired little girl.

She pushes her head through the neck hole, then shoves her arms through the arms of the sweater. "You look just like your mumma, know that?" He smiles his big trademark smile. He helps her get the sweater adjusted to her tiny frame.

"Mumma says I look like Daddy." She points to him while she gives a bashful smile.

"Well, you have curly hair like me, but your face looks like Mummy. You're my beautiful girl, princess."

"Hey, you call Mummy princess. She's a princess?"

He laughs. "Something like that." He smirks, wondering if Poppy might have heard something she shouldn't have, but she says no more. He runs his fingers through her hair. "Need to do something about this hair before we leave."

"I'll do it."

"Yeah? That's a big girl job; think you can do it?"

"Yep. Watch." She nods and looks up.

"Let's see." He places his hands on his hips as he observes his little girl.

She walks over, opens a drawer, removes a headband, and puts it on. "See, all done."

He applauds. "Very cute, but when I come back, we might wanna brush that hair of yours."

"Kay. Kiss Daddy." She tilts her head up and puckers her lips.

Harry bends over and gives her a tiny peck. "Let me check on your brother, fashionista."

"’Kay." She sits on the floor, pushing on her rain boots.

"Archer," he calls as he steps into the hall and walks to the room next to Poppy's.

"Yes," he answers.

"How are we doing in here?" He dips his head in from the doorway.

"Fine." Archer sits on a multi-colored rope rug, reading a book.

"All dressed?"

"Yes." He doesn't look up from the book.

Harry steps into the room, walks to the little boy, and squats next to him. "What's going on? Not upset about the talk we had on the stairs, are you?" He rubs Archer's back.

"No." He shakes his head. "Where's Mummy?"

"Told ya something important happened, and she had to go."

"Will she be away for a long time?"

Harry narrows his eyes. "Not sure, why?"

"She had two suitcases, and you asked her to stay."

Harry shakes his head. "No, not long, little man; she just had a lot of stuff she needed to take with her."

Archer looks up. "But you asked her to stay."

Harry has yet to think about how he will answer the millions of questions that are certain to come from young children. He sighs. "I did because I don't like it when she's not here. Like when I leave, and you guys don't like me leaving, but I always come back, don't I?"

The boy nods. "Yeah. But even if it's too late or too early for us, you always say bye, and we always eat with you. Sometimes we even take you to the plane, but Mum just left."

Archer plays with the ends of his shoestrings.

"She was just in a rush. She'll call when she gets there. She'll be back soon. How did you see all that, Mummy’s suitcases and all?"

"I was listening at the door." He looks up.

"Now, that's not what we do, is it? We don't listen to private conversations."

"I didn't. You guys were in the hall."

Harry kisses him on the top of his head. "Too smart for your own good, aren't you?"

The boy shrugs.

"Right. So, let me get Lola changed, and we'll head out." Harry stands, and his son asks one last question as he exits the room.

"She'll be back, right, Dad?"

"Yes. And don't talk to Poppy like that. It'll scare her, thinking she lost her mum, and she didn't. None of you did. Don't worry." He leaves and walks to Lola's room.

"And so if we are both good, she'll be back," Poppy is talking to Lola through the crib rails.

"Hey, Pop, what's this about?"

Harry approaches the two small girls.

"I was telling the baby to be good and not cry so Mummy will come home."

Harry kneels at Poppy's level. "Hey, sweet girl, why would you say that? Mummy is coming home. It's not because the baby cries; it's not because of any of you."

"Archer said Mummy just couldn't take more."

"Pop, I need you to listen to me. Mumma didn't leave because of you, your sister, or your brother. Has nothing to do with any of you, nothing at all."

She looks at him. “But then, how come?”

Harry sighs. "Let me get Lola dressed. Run along while I finish with her."

Poppy dances her way to the door and leaves.

Harry lifts the baby from her crib. She grabs his face and laughs. He places her on the changing table, undoes her diaper, and tosses it in the pail. He cleans her up, puts on a fresh diaper, and chooses a top and overalls from her drawer. He holds her still with one hand and reaches into the dresser. Once he retrieves the items, he gives her a few raspberries on her chubby tummy, which sends her into a giggle fit. "Daddy's baby angel, aren't you? I love you guys so much. I wish I were here to see all you do when I'm not around. Daddy is so sorry he isn't here more, but I love you so much. Soon I’ll make it up to all of ya. I don't know how, but I will. Promise.” He finishes dressing her, picks her up, and gives her a big, wet kiss.

“Dada.”

“Excuse me, did you just say Dada?” Harry beams at Lola." That's right, I’m your dada.” Harry missed it when she said it the first time. He was on a call with Jeff, and the next time he was on a call with Sarah.

She grabs his nose and smiles.

"Now, it's time for some little socks for your little feet." He walks over and grabs a pair of socks and then her shoes. He carries the baby, the socks, and the boots over to the chair and sits with her. As he puts the items on her, he begins to speak. "Now, you need to know my darling Mummy is not gone forever, and Mummy is not gone because you cry. Mummy is upset and tired, and Mumma left because Daddy didn't help enough, but that's going to change, so don't worry." Harry knows the baby doesn't understand, but he says it anyway. When he finishes with Lola, he stands, and walks over to the door, but turns back to the crib to grab her favorite lovie, a stuffed turtle, and hands it to her. When he returns to the door, he flips off the light, and they enter the hallway.

"Come along, guys, we're ready."

Poppy and Archer come out of their rooms.

"Okay, family, let's go to the living room. We need to have a chit-chat."

The kids follow Harry and sit on the living room floor while Harry sits on the sofa with the baby in his lap. She smells of lavender, and he inhales because nothing smells better than her little lavender wash and shampoo.

"Right, small people, I need to talk to you." He looks at Poppy and Archer, then Lola. Poppy has a drop of jelly at the corner of her mouth.

“Poppy, why do you have jelly on your face? We didn’t have jelly this morning.”

“From my room.”

“You have jelly just randomly in your room? Never mind.” He shakes his head. “We’ll talk about that later. Anyway, as I was saying. Mummy is gone, and we all know that. I want you to understand that it has not one single thing to do with any of you. Mummy had to take care of some things for herself, and she needed to leave right away, just like sometimes I must leave when we don't expect it, but I always come back, don't I?"

The kids nod.

"And you know Mumma loves you, and so does Papa. You guys are the most important thing in the whole world to us. But Mummy needed to take care of herself for a bit.”

“Is she sick?” Poppy asks.

“No, baby she’s not sick.”

“Then what?” Archer asks.

“You see, she never has time for herself. This can make a person sad after a long time. You know I say how tired I am because of my work, or I come home in a bad mood? Or even you guys get sick of going to school. But we get to come home and take a break, but mummies don't get breaks. They work all of the time."

"So she's mad because she's always taking care of us?" Archer asks.

"No. It’s like when you feel upset when you can't play because you have to clean your room, eat dinner, and have a bath. All you want is to have fun. Well, that's how Mum feels. She just wants to have some fun sometimes. But for her, it's not playing so much as just resting and letting someone else take care of her.”

"We could take care of her," Archer says.

"Most times, she would love that, but this time she still had to go away for a little while. So when something came up, and she needed to leave, she decided to also have that rest I was just talking about."

"So, a trip?" Poppy asks.

"Yes, Pop, a trip." Harry decided that was the most straightforward answer they'd come up with all day, so he settled on that explanation.

"Can we go now?" Archer asks.

"Yes, young ones, we can go now. Just let me get your sister's bag. I'll be at the door in just a second. Put your coats on; it's a bit chilly today." Harry walks with Lola to the bag sitting near another sofa and checks for diapers, a binky, and other essentials. He rarely has to plan these things out, but as expected, Y/N had everything he needed in the bag. He picks it up and walks to the door. As he rounds the corner, he hears Archer before he sees him.

"It looks dumb."

"Hey, what is with all the shouting and mean words today? We just talked about this. What is wrong with you, Arch?"

He points to Poppy. "Her clothes don't match. She's dressed dumb. She said it's like you, but it's not because you're not dumb, Dad."

Poppy starts to cry.

"First, apologize to your sister. Second, we just talked about how we treat one another. And third, young man let people dress in whatever way makes them feel good. What if I told you that the cowboy hat you're wearing is dumb?"

"But it’s not."

"You don't think it's dumb, neither do we, but it would hurt your feelings if someone told you it looked dumb. So, think about how you would feel when you speak to people. Just because Mummy isn't here doesn't mean we can do whatever we want. And why are you using the word dumb, not a nice word..”

Lola claps and laughs.

Archer looks at the ground, then at Poppy. He touches her arm and says, "I'm sorry, Poppy."

She smiles. "It's okay."

"Now, Poppy, it is not okay; when someone hurts us, it is never okay, but it is okay to forgive them."

"I f'give you," she says in a hushed voice.

"So if you lot can behave kindly to one another, Archer, I’m talking to you, then we can go now." He takes Lola's coat from the hook, then his own. He sits her on the bench by the door, dresses her in the coat, and then puts his jacket on. He picks up the baby. "All right, people, are we all clothed, shoed, and jacketed?"

He looks at everyone. A bit proud of himself, he opens the door. "Then off to the zoo, we go" Poppy and Archer run to the car. "Hey, no running. Walk, please."

They wait at the SUV for Harry and the baby. As he reaches the car, he hits the key fob unlocking the door. With his free hand, he opens the door and puts Lola in first, buckling her into her car seat. "Walk around to the other side, guys, so we can all get buckled in. Archer, you get in first, then I'll get your sisters settled." The boy climbs into his seat and buckles himself in. Harry picks Poppy up and secures her in the booster seat. He turns to Archer in the last row. "Buckled in nice and tight?"

He looks down and pats the buckle. "Yep."

Harry tugs on the seatbelt and checks it just the same. "Well done." With that, he shuts the door, walks to the girls, rechecks them, and closes the door. He goes to the driver's seat, gets in, closes the door, and starts the car.

And Baby, you don't know what you're doin'

The parts of you I'm ready to ruin

Slide on over, there's room enough for two

I haven't even started my lovin' you

The song blasts through the car, a song Harry has been working on. He turns the volume to zero. The kids don't recognize the music, so they don't ask any questions. "Man, Dad, that's so loud." Archer covers his ears.

Lola starts to whine and is on the verge of tears when the volume startles her. Poppy reaches over to her. “It’s okay, Lolo.”

Harry watches in the rearview mirror. He pulls the car into drive. They roll to the exit of their home. Content with his family, he enters a code at the gate. When the gate opens, he pulls onto the road and drives toward the zoo. It's a bit of a distance, but the kids laugh and talk, not having any trouble enjoying a day out. Harry knows he should have called his security team for someone to meet them, but he doesn't have time now. Also, he needs to learn to live without constantly having security around. Isn't part of the problem that he lives in the lap of luxury, as Y/N put it? He checks to see if she's called though he knows she hasn't. She’s only been gone a short while, but he hopes somehow, she’ll be home when they get back.

The drive is uneventful, except for Lola becoming a bit fussy. She quiets down if Harry reaches back to soothe her and talks to her a bit.

"Daddy," Poppy says.

"Yes, love."

"Did I know you when I was little like Lola?"

"Of course, why?"

She hesitates. "Didn't know if you knew me then."

"Yes, baby. You've seen all kinds of pictures of us together when you were little. I was around a lot back then. Remember when Lola was in Mummy's tummy?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I knew you even when you were growing big and strong in your mummy. Even before I could see you, I knew you."

She giggles. "That's silly."

"S'not Pop. Remember how we all knew Lola? We'd talk to her while she was growing inside, Mumma?"

"Yeah."

"Well, it was the same with you, except it was just me, Mum, and Arch. We talked to you all the time, except Archer was pretty young, so he couldn't talk as much."

"Did you want me different?"

Harry raises an eyebrow and pouts his lips. "What?"

"So we have Lola?"

"Oh love, I would never want a different you. I love you.”

Archer has fallen asleep, which Harry is thankful for, or he would be piping in by the minute.

"Then why?"

"Well, baby, we loved our family so much that we thought about how great it would be if there was another one of us. You know how you love all your friends, but you like having more than one friend?

“Yeah.”

“And when you have a party, you want more than one person to come because it's so much fun with more people? Well, it's like that."

"You don't like her more than me?"

He reaches back and grabs her foot, and tugs it a bit. "I could never like her more than you. I love you all the very same amount, just like you are. I don't need you to be more or less or different. I need and want you to be uniquely you. I want you to always be yourself, Poppy." He rubs her leg. "I love you just like this, mismatched clothes, messy hair, and all. I would never want a different Poppy."

"I don't want another daddy. I love you." She blows him a kiss.

"I love you, angel. And you will never have a different daddy."

"Or mummy?"

"There will never be another mummy, not ever, ever."

###

Once at the zoo, Harry puts on a baseball cap, lifts the hood of his sweatshirt, over that, then puts on his shades and gets out of the car. By the time he is at the backdoor, Archer has already unbuckled his seatbelt and practically lunges out of the car when Harry opens the door.

"Hey, speed racer, let's be careful." He grabs him under the arms and lowers him to the ground.

Then he walks around to where Poppy sits, opens the door, and unbuckles her. He lowers her to the ground as well. Finally, he removes Lola from her car seat, picks up her bag, slams the door, and hits the key fob to lock it.

"Oh bloody hell," Harry says as they cross the parking lot.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Archer asks.

"Forgot your sister's stroller. Guess I'll just carry her."

"You can get one here, I think."

"All right, we'll ask when we get up there. Arch, Pop, I need you guys to pull the hoods up on your jackets."

"Why?"

"Poppy, please don't ask me why. Just do what Papa says."

“It won’t fit over my hat,” Archer says.

“I guess you’ll need to give it to me then, or you put it on over the hood. Either way, the hood goes up.”

Archer, detecting Harry is in no mood for games, does as he's told. He carries the hat, not wanting to push his luck.

"Poppy, take m' hand. Archer, take your sister's hand. We should stay close together the whole time, right? Poppy, if they have a push cart, I'll put you in it. I know ya don't like them, and I don't either, but it's the only way I can keep us all safe without security. Usually, we at least have Mummy, but since it's just us today, we've got to be super careful."

"What's s’curity?" Poppy asks.

"The guys that always protect us, the ones that are like policemen, but don’t wear police clothes. Do you remember Liam, Jack, and Brian? Those guys are security."

"OH, okay."

When they reach the zoo's entrance, Harry keeps his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. He scans the QR code, types in the required information, and purchases the tickets. He scans the tickets, and the turnstile unlocks. He leads the children in. "Now we've got to find strollers."

Harry walks over to a booth keeping his face down as much as possible. "Scuse me? Do you have strollers?"

"Yes, sir, right over there." The woman points to a stall around the corner.

The family walks to the stall, and Harry puts money in for a double stroller. When the funds release the lock, he pulls the stroller out. Thankfully he can fit both girls comfortably.

"Lola, let's get you in first." He pushes the back portion down and puts her in, then picks Poppy up and places her in the front part. He hangs the baby bag on the handle. "Arch, I need you to stand in front of me.". You're gonna push. That way, you can't run off, mister."

"Dad, I;"

"Or we can go home." He knew how the sentence would end, and he wasn't having it today.

"I'll do it."

Archie stands in front of Harry and begins to push the cart.

###

"And then, then," Poppy giggles. "Archer fell down. Did you see Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I did."

Harry rocks a sleepy Lola as he listens to Archer and Poppy tell stories of what just happened at the zoo.

"Guys, let's finish our food and get home so we can all take a nap."

Archer tosses his pizza on a plate and slumps back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. "I don't want a stupid nap."

"You don't have to sleep, but you have to lie down and be quiet. And don’t act like that, throwing food onto the plate, ridiculous. But back to the nap, if after 15 minutes you don't fall asleep, you may read a book. Those are your options."

Poppy stands in her chair. "And me, Papa?"

"Sit, bottom in the chair. And yes, Poppy, you too."

Poppy lowers herself back to a seated position. “Daddy do I-“

"I don't want to read," Archer interrupts.

"Then sleep. I gave you two choices because choices are important. It's up to you which one you'd like to do. And yes, you too," he says as he reaches over and wipes Poppy's face.

"Looks like everyone has had enough pizza. We're all full, right?"

The two older kids nod their heads.

"Well then, let's head home."

“What about ice cream?” Archer asks.

“After dinner.”

“But you said the zoo, pizza, ice cream.”

Harry sighs. “I did but I didn’t say ice cream immediately after pizza, so we’ll have it after dinner.”

The three of them stand; with Harry still holding Lola, he grabs the baby bag and escorts the two older children out of the restaurant.

"Will Mummy be there?" Poppy asks.

"Not sure. I don't think so, though," Harry answers.

"Of course, she won't. She left us," Archer says.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Archer. What is that? I've told you Mummy didn't leave you. She loves you so, so much."

“But she left.”

“And she’ll be back just like I told you.”

At the car, Harry buckles everyone in. Once settled in the driver's seat, he starts the car and drives home.

###

"Poppy, don't argue. It's not nice. Now, go lie down on your bed."

"I don't wanna, wanna stay with you." She wraps her tiny arms around his neck and starts crying. "None of that, sweet girl. No need to cry. I'll be right here in the house while you take a nap. So do as you’re told, please."

Her cry becomes urgent, almost desperate- her face red, and sharp breaths escape her. She breathes faster, yet more shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Now, now baby, I told ya I'll be right here in the house. I'll keep the monitor on, so if you need me, tell me, and I'll come, okay?"

"No."

"Poppy, you are always my sweet girl. Why are you talking back today?"

"Want Mummy."

"I know. I do too, and she'll be home before you know it, but for now, I need ya to do as you're told."

"Want Mummy."

"Pop, I'm sitting you on your bed and walking out. We’re not gonna argue about this." He does what he said he would. Sits her down, and crosses the room, “I love you, See you when you get up.” He closes the door.

She wails, a literal meltdown as he makes his way to Archer's room. He sticks his head into the room. "Doing okay?"

Archer nods his head.

“'m here if you need me." He closes the door.

Poppy is quiet now, so Harry doesn't dare return to her room. Lola sleeps peacefully in her crib. Harry picks up one of Archer's socks as he walks down the hall, then one of Poppy’s hair clips. Once in his bedroom, Harry exhales and drops back on the bed. He checks his phone, but there are no missed calls from Y/N. No texts. He knows he needs to call someone and tell them what happened because if she's away for too long, he will need help. But before he does that, he sends her a text.

HARRY- We miss you, love. So sorry I've been such an unappreciative twat. Can we please talk? I'll do better. Promise. Please just give me a chance to fix it. XX-H

Harry grabs the remote and turns on the Man U game even though he's not watching. It's just a way to pass the time as he waits for Y/N to text him back. He knows she won't, but he still hopes.

After 20 minutes, she has yet to reply, so he picks up the phone and dials Gemma. The phone rings three times before she answers.

"Hey," she says.

"Got a minute?"

"Just a minute, I'm about to go to yoga class," she says.

Harry sighs. "Can you give me a call when you're done?"

"Yes, but what's wrong?" she asks.

"This one might take a while. Just call me when you're done, please."

She speaks louder to drown out the sound of an ambulance passing by. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just call me back when you have time to talk, Jesus Christ."

"I know something’s wrong. I can hear it. Tell me, or I'm not calling back. Something is obviously wrong."

Harry sits up, rubs his hands along his face, takes a deep breath, then exhales. "She left."

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Gemma, my wife left me."

"Y/N left you? Oh, Harry, what are you even talking about? Nonsense."

"She left. We had a huge row. She packed two suitcases and walked out the door. I haven't heard from her since."

Gemma shakes her head. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's what I saw. Jesus, Gemma, are you gonna talk to me, or are you just gonna ask a bunch of stupid questions?"

"When did she leave? That's not a stupid question is it?"

"I dunno, maybe 10 or 10:30 this morning."

“Well, you talk like she’s been gone for days. Give her at least until dinner time. Goodness.”

“And then what? When she’s not back then what do I do?” He stands.

"I assume you've called her."

Harry paces the room. "Yes. Well, I texted her, which seemed the most likely way to get a response. You know she hates the phone."

"Did you call Mum?"

"I can't, not right now. And she can’t do much from there." He sits down in a chair near the window.

“I’ll be there around 5:30. “

“See you then.” He disconnects the call.

###

"So, you've got to give me as much detail as possible in the shortest amount of time. We can talk over all the little bits and detours of the story later."

Harry walks to the terrace door. He pulls his bottom lip between his forefinger and thumb. "She wanted to take a trip. I told her I had things to do, and it wasn't a good time. We had a heated argument last night, which drifted into this morning. It got worse; she said she couldn't do it anymore, was exhausted, and couldn't stay. She packed her bags and left. That's it in a nutshell."

"So you say she packed two suitcases? When was the trip supposed to happen?"

He continues to stare out the glass door. "Next week, Thursday, I think."

Gemma taps the tea mug. "Right, so she's not on the trip. Any idea where she'd go?"

He shakes his head, then shrugs. "Her mum’s, maybe. Since her sisters live far away, she probably wouldn’t visit either of them. She only has one friend she'd trust with something this serious-Julia."

"And have you called Julia?"

"No."

Gemma stands, places the mug on the coffee table, walks over, and rubs Harry's back. “You should call Julia; you don't have to tell her everything; just tell her you and Y/N had an argument, and you're wondering if she's spoken with her. Just checking to make sure she got safely to her destination.”

“But I don’t know her destination.”

“I know. That’s what Julia’s for.”

Harry's shoulders slump, and he drops his head back. "But that's so embarrassin’-can’t even keep track of ‘m own wife.”

"You can choose to find your wife or be stubborn. You always say choices are important, so there you go. Those are your choices."

Harry sighs and pulls his phone out of his pocket.

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