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d3wdropz · 5 months

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Does Princess Wanna Fuck? Toji Fushiguro Smut

a/n: I am shocked yet not shocked this man won the poll- I'm kind of nervous but here we go

i'm so shocked how big this fic is- sorry it took so long, finals were kicking my ass

plz be kind this is my first large fic

pairing: bodyguard! toji fushiguro x reader

word count: 5.1 K

summary: your mother, a very rich and influential woman, gets on the wrong side of some dangerous people. To ensure your safety, she hires the best protection money can buy: the Sorcerer killer. You're happy to have the support, you just didn't think he'd be this hot.

content warning: fem!reader, not virgin! reader, pet names (princess, pretty, doll, sweetie), swearing, porn with plot, age gap (toji is 30 something, reader is early 20s), alcohol, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), rough fucking, no protection, creampie, doggystyle, kind of mean! toji, bratty! reader, a few spanks, degradation (slut), no strings attached, no aftercare, hopefully that's it

Thank you @benkeibear for the great banner once again!

"I promise, sweetie, nothing bad is going to happen. I have my own personal team looking after me, we all just thought it would be safer for you to stay away."

You were sitting on your bed, listening to the voicemail your mother had left for you. It came as no surprise that she was on the radar of some shady people. Your mother climbed her way out of poverty and became one of the richest people in the city.

Ever since you were a child, you knew the methods she used weren't very legal. This came in the form of strangers coming in and out of your house constantly, the long and far away trips she'd take for 'work', and the items and rooms you were never allowed near. The people you saw as a child always ended up on the news, both arrested and murdered. The trips she took would often mean you wouldn't see her for upwards of a year, with no way to contact her so her location would remain secret. The locked doors and mysterious duffel bags were the biggest give away.

There was a time when you were eight and curious. You wanted to know what was so important about some stupid locked box. Your mother was away on one of her 'work trips' again, so she'd never know. When you were finally able to unlock it, you found it full of expensive and shiny jewelry. If it weren't for the news showing a picture of the same accessories- only this time the reporter was asking for tips on finding the stolen gems- you would have likely played with them.

No matter the means, your mom provided and loved you. Her job was paying for the expensive house you were sitting in right now, the newest phone model you were holding in your hand. You accepted your mom's life choices, going as far as to lie for her when people got too curious.

But right now was different. Never before did your mother's work involve you, let alone threaten to kill and dismember you. As soon as your mother received the threatening text, she had half her team escorting you out of your apartment and back home.

That was almost a full week ago and since then you hadn't been allowed outside of the building. Your mother was currently at her 'office', with the rest of her bodyguards and team looking for the guy.

You focus back on the message just in time to hear her final words, "I know you hate being cooped up inside the house, and if I'm being honest those men I sent are amateurs. I've hired the best hitman to look after you, you'll even be able to go back to your apartment. He's the best in the business. Anyway, I love you so much, baby, be safe. I'll call you when things have calmed down."

You delete the message as soon as it's over, sighing and looking around the room. You haven't been here in ages, not since you left for college and started staying in your one-bedroom apartment. Whatever nostalgia you were starting to feel disappeared when you heard a light knock on the door.

"Miss," it was one of your mom's team members, "The new guy is here to escort you out."

Standing up from the bed, you walked over to the door and opened it just enough to see the guy's face, "Okay, tell him I'll be down there in a minute. I need to pack up my stuff."

Packing was easy enough, you didn't have any time to pack the day the team swept you away so the only thing you carried down the stairs with you was a small backpack.

As you made your way down the winding staircase, you could hear an unfamiliar voice having a one-way conversation with the serious guards at the door. It was playful and some how laid back, something you weren't used to when it came to people your mom worked with.

When you made it to the bottom, your eyes met pools of deep green. The chatter stopped as the stranger faced you with a satisfied smirk, "So this must be little miss princess, huh?"

A mixture of annoyance and embarrassment bubbled in your stomach as you clutched the straps of your bag, "And you're the famous 'hitman' my mom told me about? I expected someone more professional."

In all honesty, it wasn't your best jab. Just something you made up on the spot in an attempt to knock him down a peg.

It only served as amusement, though, as he chuckled and looked you up and down, " 'Don't need to be professional to be good in my line of work, princess," noticing the slight pout on your lips, his smirk melted into a soft smile as he nodded, "but you were right, I've been paid a lot to keep you alive, even more if I find the guy."

One of the other guards grabs your bag as they begin to lead you to the black car outside. While walking, you turn your head toward the stranger, "Now how are you gonna protect me and catch the guy? I don't really like the idea of you half-assing a job that involves my life."

Another smooth chuckle leaves his scarred lips as he hops into the back seat of the car with you, "Oh, you are gonna be fun to work with, princess."

The princess thing was starting to get on your nerves, now. No other guard or person affiliated with your mother treated you like this. At best, they respected you; at worst, they coward at the sight of you.

"I have a name, u'know. If my mom is gonna pay you, you might as well learn it," you huff and turn your body away from him.

The man crosses his legs lazily and grabs one of the mini bottles of alcohol from the side door, "Trust me, princess, I know a lot more than you think. I know you're a snooty, little brat who still doesn't know the name of the person holding her life in his hands."

At the mention- or threat- of knowing too much information for comfort, you turn just enough to peak at him from the corner of your eye. Instead of using your words, you raised a brow and waited for an answer.

He took his sweet time giving it, too. He finished the alcohol in one gulp and wiped his mouth on his bare arm. The muscles flexed as he brought his arm and up, catching your eye just long enough for him to notice.

He finally looked into your eyes again with a cocky smile, "Toji- and that's all you need to know."

You tried to keep eye contact, tried to assert your strength and maturity. But it was a losing game, the thoughts racing in your head kept you from looking into Toji's eyes any longer.

Out of all the things going through your head, one stuck out the most: this asshole's hot as fuck.

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It's been about a week since your mother hired Toji to be your guard dog, and you hate to say it, but he's very good at his job.

The first few days left you nervous and doubtful of his abilities as he waved you off to 'do your shit'. He said that you could go about your day like normal, that you'd be safe no matter where you were.

This was nothing like the last week you'd just had. Instead of one guy keeping watch in the shadows, you had a whole teams worth of people just watching you laze around your house. You had to admit, it felt refreshing to get back to your life. And it turns out, Toji wasn't lying.

During all of your outings, you were safe as can be. After a bit of questioning, he told you that while you did your thing, he was watching your every move. While a part of you was upset that you would be lacking in privacy, another was happy in the fact that you likely have never been in safer hands.

Even while at home, Toji doesn't intrude. He does his thing and leaves you alone. This could be rummaging and eating the food in your fridge, or sitting shirtless on your couch as he waited to sleep.

He's made a comfortable little bed on the living room couch. Your apartment, while beautifully furnished and on the top floor, didn't have more than one bedroom. As soon as you both walked through the door, you made it clear you would not be giving your room up for him.

If you could sum it up in one word, you'd say you were content.

That is, until Toji gets ready for bed. You're proud to say that you're no bashful virgin, you've slept with a few guys. But none of them were as hot as the man sitting before you.

You're ashamed to say that you've spent more time staring at his abs than the cliche action movie playing on the TV. You're also ashamed to say that you've wanted to fuck him since that moment in the car.

Throughout the week, you've tried to get closer to Toji. Not for the sake of a connection, but to see if you had any shot at getting with him for one night. To his credit, in this regard he is professional. You've learned nothing about him but his name, you didn't even know his full name.

In an effort to make some sort of progress, you mentioned having a movie night. He didn't really have the option to say no as your full-screen TV with surround sound was in the living room. Just to sweeten the deal, you offered to get drinks and takeout- which worked in your favor as you both make your way through the bottle of vodka and a pack of beer.

"Okay, kid, I know I said you could pick the movie- but come on, this movie is horseshit," Toji grabbed the remote from your hands and finished off the can of beer in one chug.

You knew the movie sucked, choosing it because of that reason. When has anyone ever gotten fucked with a decent movie in the background? The point was for you and him to talk, not genuinely watch the film. You were running out of options and sober thought quicker than you'd like to admit.

Steeling your nerves, you finished off your drink as well and poured yourself another, stronger one, "Well, it's my TV so before you turn anything on I want I know what it is first."

He chuckled and clicked through the options, landing on a classic slasher. Toji tilted his head at the screen, black hair falling into his eyes, "This good enough for the little princess?"

"Fine, but you need to tell me why you keep calling me 'princess', it's really pissing me off," you titled your head to meet his gaze, hoping he couldn't see the blush forming on your cheeks.

Toji crossed his legs and leaned his back against the couch, laying his arms against the head rest. "You really don't know, do ya?"

The bored expression on your face was a good enough answer as he itched the back of his neck and closed his eyes, "Geez. . . I shouldn't be telling you this but maybe it'll knock you down a peg," you leaned forward, eager to finally get some kind of information from him. "Your mom is a powerful lady. Everyone in . . . my line of work knows about her," he points his finger at you and grins, "which means, everyone knows about you. People think of you as a prissy little princess that doesn't know anything about the real world."

All of the confidence you had dissipated during his explanation, fueling you to drink more and more vodka until your cheeks flushed. You were smart, you knew your limits- and right now you were there. If you continued like this, you'd be drunk and all your efforts would be for not.

With a huff, you point your own finger at him, "I am not a prissy little princess. I know what my mom does! I know about the real world, I'm not some spoiled little kid."

"Oh- if you know about how your mom paid for your life of luxury, tell me. Cause I sure as hell would love to hear about all the info you've got," to further irritate you- or turn you on, you're not sure- he uncrosses his legs to spread them as he leans against his knees.

At this, you sputter, look to the ground, anywhere but his eyes and crotch. You'd officially dug yourself a hole. You didn't want to know about what your mom did, it would solidify in your mind that she's a criminal. Something you didn't want to accept was that the woman who loves and raised you might not be a good person.

Toji chuckles and opens another can of beer at your silence, "Feels nice to be right."

You groan and cross your arms, "Fine! I don't know what my mom does- I don't even wanna know!" you finally meet his eyes, trying so hard not to stutter when you see the sheer amusement swimming in his head. "But I am not a prissy princess!"

For once, Toji breaks eye contact first to roll his, "Listen, kid, I've only been with you for a week, but I know a brat when I see one," you hope it's not your imagination when you see him lean towards you, looking you up and down, "and you, Y/n, are spoiled rotten. Bet no one's ever said no to you before. Never made you say 'please'. "

The warm tinge in your cheeks is uncontrollable now as you feel yourself getting wet, "You're not my dad- okay? I know manners, you just don't deserve them-"

In the blink of an eye Toji makes his way over to you, putting his hand against the head rest and smirking down at you, "Oh, sweetheart, those aren't the kind of manners I'm talkin' about," he leans down to your level, so close you smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I see the way you look at me, it's so fucking obvious," his voice is barely above a whisper but it's leaving you hot and bothered in your seat, "Bet you were waiting for me to drop everything and beg for a fuck, right? You'd want me to do all the work while you just lay there and act like a little pillow princess."

At his words, you try and look to the ground in hopes of calming your racing heart. This attempt ends in Toji gripping your chin harshly and forcing you to look at him again, "If you really wanna fuck, cutie, then I'm gonna need you to be a good little girl. You think you can do that?"

The throbbing in your cunt is unbearable and you're desperate for any kind of action, so you eagerly nod your head. In response, Toji digs his fingers into your chin, "Use your words, slut."

All inhibition flew out of your body as you pouted, "Yes, yes please. I can be a good girl."

Satisfied, Toji let go of your face and stood up straight, "Prove it. I'm gonna clean up in here and by the time I'm done you better be nice and ready for me."

You're in your room in an instant, throwing off your pajama shorts and shirt. Your heart's racing as you lay down on the bed and reach your arm down to your aching cunt. It's been forever since you've gotten off, two weeks ago you were so stressed it didn't feel right. This week, you were hoping the wait would be worth it.

By how sensitive you are, you're happy you waited.

The simple ghosting of your fingers over your clothed clit has you biting your lip. You couldn't draw this out, though, Toji made a demand and if you wanted to be fucked you'd follow it.

Slipping your hand underneath the green, laced panties, you rubbed at your clit. Just a few circles was enough preparation as you slipped in a finger and tried rubbing at that spongey, deep, spot.

A whine slipped past your lips as your finger just barely reached your pleasure point. You were so close, you just needed a push. Letting the laced bra-strap fall off your shoulder, you pinched and rubbed at your hardened nipple. Hoping and begging for some kind of stimulation to get you over the edge.

Your whimpers and curses stopped as soon as you felt two calloused hands spread your knees.

"Can't even get yourself off, can you, princess?" Toji's grin was prideful as he admired your choice of clothing. He tsked and wrapped his hands around the straps of your panties, "Don't think some sexy lingerie is gonna save you, I told you to get prepped."

In one swift motion, he pulled down your underwear and threw them behind me. Toji climbed onto the bed, leaning back on his knees between your legs as he lazily stroked your clit, "maybe you aren't a good girl after all?"

At this, you sat up on your elbows and looked at him through your lashes, "I am! I promise I tried," you put all of your weight onto one arm as you used the other to rub at the bulge in his sweat pants. To avoid his gaze, you opted to stare at his abs.

You couldn't help but bite your lip from the excitement, "I just need your help, please, can't cum without you."

His mouth was clamped shut as you caressed his dick threw his pants, which you noticed were the only thing covering his manhood. His brows knitted together as he rolled his head on his shoulders, closing his eyes.

A small, deep laugh left his throat as he reopened his eyes, "You want my help, princess? Earn it, show me how grateful you are and suck my dick."

You didn't need to be told twice as you quickly lowered the waistband of his sweats and freed his cock. Drool pooled in your mouth as you studied his member. It was thick and curved, a nice seven inches with a mushroom tip you knew would hit just the right places.

Toji carefully put his hand on the back of your head, "Don't tell me you're backing out now, doll."

With your ego stroked and a need for praise, you shake your head and spit into your palm. Leaning against his clothed thigh, you wrapped your hand around his cock and gave him a few pumps. "No, just think you cock's pretty."

The hand on your head softly massaged your scalp in response as he let out a breathy chuckle, "Thanks, cutie, but how about you get to showing me that appreciation."

Taking the hint, you put both hands to work as you move them back and forth, adding in twists and some pressure when getting close to the base. You look up at Toji and are happy to see him closing his eyes in concentration as he bites his lip.

You decide now is the perfect time to bump it up a notch and wrap your lips around the tip. You suck on it and speed up your hand movement until you slowly suck on more of his cock. When you're finally able to fit it all in, you hollow out your cheeks and gently cup his balls. More heat floods your cunt when you hear Toji let out a groan and tighten his grip on your head.

"Fuck- just like that, princess," he runs a hand through his hair and struggles to hold in a moan as you pull your mouth up to the tip and tongue at the slit. Your hands go back to his cock as you squeeze and pump. When you hear him breathe faster, you go back to sucking him, bobbing your head up and down now.

It doesn't take long for this changing of tactic to have Toji bucking his hips up into your face. He's close, you can tell. At this point, you don't care if he cums down your throat, he'll probably be ready for more within five minutes.

Toji has other plans, though, as he pushes you off of his cock and onto your back, "Shit, doll, gonna ruin the fun." He repositions himself so that he's laying between your spread thighs, hands holding them tight against the sides of his head.

" 'think that deserves a reward," he dives his head down to your cunt, halting before he touches you. His emerald eyes peer up at you through raven locks as he speaks, "you better not cum, princess."

You nod and stroke his hair, gasping when he shuts his mouth against your pussy and starts sucking on your clit. It feels amazing, his fingers prod at your opening before plunging in and starting an unforgiving pace.

The hands in his hair pull him closer as you arch your back off of the bed. The neighbors probably can hear your loud and porno-grade moans, but you don't care. Toji's reaching all the places you couldn't and it's sending you to paradise.

"Ah! Toji- oh fuck- Toji! 'Gonna cum! I'm so close- fuck!" there are tears brimming your eyes from the pleasure as you start to clench around his fingers. You're so close, it feels so good.

You cry out when Toji pulls away, sucking his fingers clean as he stands up just long enough to takes off his pants, "Don't worry, doll, not leavin' you, just getting us more comfortable."

Panting and whimpers are the only sounds you can make as he unclasps the laced bra you wore and turns you onto your stomach.

"Think you can hold yourself up?" Toji's behind you, holding your hips firmly as he rubs the head of his cock between your folds.

You buck back against him, hoping to get some attention to your clit. As you register the question you lift yourself onto your elbows and nod, shaking your ass in excitement, "please, Toji, need you to fuck me so bad. Need to cum on your cock."

His nails dig into the flesh of your hips as he snaps his own forward. In one swift motion, Toji bullies his cock into your dripping cunt. You let out a squeal, almost letting your face fall into the pillows. His mouth falls open in a silent groan, letting his head fall forward as he looked down.

"Shit baby. . ." Toji breathes out and pulls his hips back slowly, savoring the view of his dick soaked in your juices. Just the tip was left snug in your cunt, leaving you wanting more.

"Ah! Toji- put it back! Please," you begged and tried to move back into him, only to be stopped by a sharp slap to your ass. You yelped, arms finally giving out as you face-planted into the pillows.

Toji 'tsked', massaging and gripping the reddened skin, "You better be patient, princess, or you're not gonna cum tonight."

With that, he sank back into you and repeated the movement. His pace was slow and agonizing, thrusts shallow and teasing. Tears formed in your eyes again at the lack of stimulation. You could feel the veins and ridges of his cock slide against you, but he wasn't hitting deep enough, wasn't going fast enough to send you over the edge.

On the other hand, Toji was enjoying himself. He was savoring the way your pussy clenched around him, pulling him in every time he pulled out. If he was being honest, all he wanted to do was grip your head, force your face deeper into those silk pillows, and pound into your cunt until you creamed. Not yet, though, Toji needed to teach you some manners; only good girls get to cum and cry on his cock.

His hands spread your cheeks apart to watch you clench around him. A hiss came from his scarred and bitten lips as he stayed still inside you, feeling you squeeze his dick just right. Toji let out a breathy chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chest onto your back.

" 'think you've been a good girl for me," one of his arms made its way around your throat, pulling you up against his chest as he thrust into you, hard. His head was nestled into your neck, biting and leaving dark purple marks, "better not hold out on me, princess, wanna hear how good I fuck this little cunny."

That was all the warning you got as Toji started pistoning his hips into yours, using his grip to slam your body into his thrusts. Tears of pleasure rolled down your face as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

It felt so good, the way his dick was slamming into your soft spot over-and-over. Toji was sending you closer and closer to your orgasm, faster than you expected.

"Oh shit! Toji- feels so fucking good! Ah- right there! Fuck! Right there!" You didn't care about the cries and moans coming out of your mouth. You didn't have the energy or focus when the only thing you could think about was how this was possibly the greatest fuck of your life.

You felt a rough hand snake its way between your thighs, starting to draw hard circles into your bundle of nerves. You let out a loud whine, head falling back and leaning against Toji's shoulder, now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

His arm dropped from your throat, finding purchase in groping your boobs. "That's it, princess, cum for me," his voice was low and gravely, desperate to feel you squeeze and milk him for all he's worth.

Finally gaining some sense, you gripped his wrist, trying to pull him away from your clit. You whined and felt your legs begin to shake, "Toji! Wait- gonna cum- gonna cum!" It was all building too fast, too intense. A part of you thought you might pass out when you reached your peak.

He chuckled and rubbed faster at your nub, bending you over and pressing his upper body into your back. It left you trapped beneath him, and gave Toji a better angle to fuck into you. At this point, it felt like he was hitting against your cervix.

"Come on, pretty, don't hold back" his thrusts sped up as his head dipped into your shoulder. You could hear his heavy breaths and low grunts before you felt him lick at the shell of your ear. "Show me what a good girl you are and cum."

Toji's words were all you needed to fly over the edge. A numbness washed over your sweat-soaked body, being replaced with unbelievable pleasure within a half a second. Your loud, high pitched moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass. White filled your vision as you clenched around his cock. In the wake of your mind-shattering orgasm, you fall onto the bed, Toji following behind you and pinning you to the mattress.

As you dome down from your high, you feel Toji move his hand to grip your hips, digging his dull nails into your flesh. Somehow, he's fucking you harder as he groans into your neck.

"Fuck- good girl, good girl," his mouth latches to your skin now, leaving a hickey behind and moving to make another. "Gonna cum, pretty, gonna cum for you."

With one, final thrust, Toji stills inside you as he bites into the junction between your neck and shoulder, "Take it, slut- take it."

The feeling of hot cum gushing into you leaves you a whining little mess. Toji holds you tight, softly rolling his hips to ride out his orgasm. The two of you are left sweating and panting on your bed. You're too exhausted to think about what to do next, feeling just the slightest bit of overstimulation as he stays inside your abused cunt.

Toji chuckles and pulls out, sitting up on his knees to look at the mess he left between your thighs. You turn your head to look at him, lacking enough energy to move the rest of your body. Through the corner of your eyes, you watch Toji comb a hand through his hair before getting off your bed and collecting his discarded pants.

Some part of you wanted him to stay, but you're mostly glad he's taking charge and leaving without being told. It's obvious that this isn't the first time Toji's been in this position.

Even when fucked out, you've got a job to do. You manage to roll onto your back and run your hands down your face. The intent stare Toji gives to your bare tits doesn't go unnoticed, in return you smile teasingly at him, "Jeez, you aren't even gonna help me clean up?"

Toji ties the strings of his waistband and gives you a cocky grin, "I'm not being paid to pamper you, now am I?" He snickers as you roll your eyes, turning to leave the room. Toji stops himself just before he makes it out the door and raises a brow at you, "You're on birth control, right?"

At this, you scoff and chuck one of your throw pillows at him, "Maybe you should get better at your pull-out game, asshole."

He easily dodges the pillow, huffing as he leaves your room for real this time. While he makes his way to the bathroom, you hear him mutter something along the lines of 'getting you plan b in the morning.'

You sit yourself up on your elbows, cringing at the feeling of Toji's cum leak out onto your bedspread. The clock reads that it's two in the morning, and you really just wanna go to sleep- you would, if it wasn't for the various fluids drying on your bed. You groan and go to get off the bed, only to fall to the ground from the ache in your thighs.

"Damn it," you look up at the ceiling and hear Toji turn the TV back on in the living room. As you lay there, you let the memories and events sink in. He lets out a loud laugh at something he saw on the screen, and you're reminded that Toji is, in fact, a dickhead.

But you can easily admit that he's an excellent fuck. You're pretty sure that no one's any closer to finding the guy that threatened you. Maybe you can get one last round in before his job's done.

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cookiepie111 · 8 months

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I'm insane HOWEVER! König with milf darling.

A/A This piece is finally escaping draft hell! Again started as rambling so sorry if its all over the place. not proofread, feedback would be appreciated 🙏🏾( Hopefully, part 2 at some point, eh🫠) x black fem reader

It stared out small, nothing terrible. He'd just admired you and your strength. Being a single mum wasn't easy.

The lady next door who's always so kind dropping leftovers at his house, she'd bring over missed letters and parcels to him.

He notices how you're always rushing back home whenever you drop something off as your youngest chases after you outside. He makes sure to come to you now.

He's seen you through the window struggling with your kids trying to guide them to the door with bags of shopping. Tapping away at the sink his eyes following you with shopping. He should help you, yet he stood there thinking a little while longer racking his brain for... something.

He can't help but project. Are you managing okay where is husband he must no good if he's not around if you're constantly struggling.

You'd invited him over a handful of time merly pleasantries, he refused each time. This time, when standing at your door, waiting for you to find his parcel, "Can I come in?" You're surprised he refused your previous offers, and frankly, you're a bit scared to have a man so.. intimidating in your home. You look to the side, hesitating "sure"

He sits at your coach, dwarfing the space around him. The scene before you reminds you of Alice in Wonderland, as if he'd drunk a position to grow making the biscuits in his hand look comically small. looking around your house, toys, books, honestly half your house was just scattered about. pictures of you and your children on the shelf, yet no baby pictures. Strange.

He's laying on the seat in his house, he's antsy, hasn't done anything in a while, in the army there's structure and routine he hadn't planned to be off for this long. He needed to put himself to work.

He felt bad, he was reminded of his mother he wasn't much help back then not much he could have done, but its different now, he can still help a mother in need right?

It wasn't exactly intense work, but it was something, your house needed a bit of help, and it wouldn't hurt to do something to keep his body busy. You were adamant he didn't need to. "You don't work, you don't eat, you've been feeding me for some time, let me put in the work." He was so flat with his delivery, A shocked look was all you could give him. that seemed to squash any argument in you.

He got work picking up the toys and items putting them in the fabric box, so flimsy. "You need a proper place to put this stuff. Your lack of furniture and storage, you should have spaces for these in your kids room". he thinks he's helping giving you good advice.

his words come out harsher than he expected. You tensed under his words, you'd been working yourself crazy trying to get your two kids settled in. You didn't want your oldest to become a second parent to their siblings. Between working and looking after your youngest, you simply didn't have time. You were making do with what you had. You didn't need this man shaming you. "Yes I, I'm trying." He hadn't meant for his words to come out as criticism of you. He turned back at the ground. "Wait here"

You turned looking out of the window huh?! He was dragging a cupboard out his house "wait wait what are you doing" was he serious? You could get a cupboard later. It took a lot of convincing that you didn't need it he could put it back in his house. If your neighbours were to look outside, they'd see your panicking form waving arms about over a confused giant. He let up but left at "fine tomorrow we can go and buy new cupboard"

" I can't I have to stay with my kids"

"Bring them" You're pretty sure he was giving you an order there, no room for discussion. This man is really throwing you for a loop, you're only pulled out of confusion when your youngest pulls on your leg. 'How did they get out so fast?!'

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urprettylittlething · 6 months

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will cursed kitty eventually learn how to properly communicate? (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Now here's an interesting idea! I'd say that would definitely be possible, no matter how dumb or naïve she is she's still pretty smart for a cursed spirit. So I think she'd pick up a few words here or there, maybe she'll eventually string them together to form sentences at some point, she's around satosugu a lot so she was bound to pick up something. Thank you so much for this ask my lovely anon <333 I put together this little drabble for you, sorry it's short but I hope you enjoy <33

Speak

Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - I hope you guys enjoy this little thing and if you have any other ideas you want to send in please do ml's <33333

summary - Kitty speaks.

warnings - nothing really, brief mentions of Kitty saying the word 'cum', very vague yandere vibes again, brief mentions of them not letting her leave at the end, I think this is it let me know if I missed anything

genre - Drabble

wc - 650

~spelling and grammar fixed already~ (I think)

Gojo and Geto were sitting on the couch and were supposed to be watching TV but were instead bickering and annoying each other.

Kitty was sitting in front of the TV, staring at the flat box with wonder at the kiddy program that was currently on. A blue boat was being displayed on the screen with the cartoon person asking what color it was.

While Geto was laughing and Gojo was pouting, they suddenly hear Kitty blurt out “Blue!”.

They both pause in what they're doing, never hearing her speak before, eyes wide in disbelief as their heads whip round to look at Kitty.

She’s on her knees leaning on the table between the couch and TV. Hands placed on the top while her tail swishes behind her. Her eyes are alight with joy at watching the program and they can see her perk up in glee when the cartoon on screen reveals her answer as correct.

They both turn back towards each other and raise their eyebrows, silent conversation traveling between the two. Geto turns back to look at her, leaning forward in his seat, “Hey Kitty, can you speak again for us?” a gentle smile on his face when she turns back to look at him.

All she does is smile back, tail swishing more while a purr builds up in her chest before she turns back to the TV.

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It happens again, this time when they had a more mature program on the TV. It had been on a couple times and Kitty had been watching it while they did whatever in the background.

It’s only when the couple had started to get intimate did she turn to Gojo. Her ears twitched as her tail swayed gently behind her while she said, “Kiss.” a cute little smile following up after.

Gojo raised his eyebrows, peering over his glasses at her before turning to the TV, seeing the couple kiss there. Although heavily making out was a better way to put it.

“That’s right baby. Kiss.” He reached out with a hand to gently tug on one of her fluffy ears. Her face scrunched up before she shook his hand off and turned back to the TV.

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This time they were all together. Watching another show, some reality TV where contestants had to compete in the wild for a cash prize. Kitty was adamantly watching, gazing with a longing look in her eyes whenever the forest came on TV.

Geto and Gojo were sitting on the couch, Kitty once again between them while resting against Getos leg. They had been exchanging looks for a while, softly murmuring to each other every now and then.

If they were honest it was a little surprising that she had started picking up a few words here and there. Mostly from the TV shows they’d been letting her watch but also from them. Words like, ‘Water’, ‘Cuddle’, ‘Rub’ and ‘Cum’ had become a part of her limited vocabulary. She was also picking up on ‘Yes’ and ‘No’.

If she was going to be talking at some point they thought it would be good to start teaching her ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’. After all, they didn’t want to have a disobedient Kitty on their hands. And if she started to talk to them, she would be able to understand them. Making communicating a whole lot easier on their part. And they figured the TV was the best way to go about this.

It was only when she had seen a few too many episodes of that reality series, starting to pick up words like, ‘Go’, ‘Outside’, and ‘Leave’ did they decide taking away the TV was the better idea.

After all, they didn’t want their precious Kitty getting ideas about leaving in that cute little head of hers.

But then again, it’s not like they’d let her.

#geto x reader #gojo x reader #yandere geto suguru #yandere gojo satoru #cursedkitty #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #gojo saturo #yandere geto #yandere gojo

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findafight · 2 years

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I saw a prompt somewhere that boiled down to "what if Steve and Eddie switched places in vol. 2" and basically. I was thinking about it. And making it so sad. Idk if I can make it into a full fic bc apparently I have OTHER full fics to complete but. Have a taste.

Robin, Eddie, and Nancy are feeling pretty good. they might not've killed Henry but they sure as hell injured him, and then they hear Dustin crying. Just. Sobbing and begging and telling Steve he's gonna be okay he's fine it's alright...

Robin breaks into a run because she realizes that she only hears Dustin. Nothing else. She calls for Steve, skids around a corner and. Dustin has blood smeared on hi cheeks with clean tear tracks running through. He's rocking Steve, who isn't moving. His eyes are open, but he doesn't blink. His chest is still. Robin kicks through the demobat bodies, slams to her knees and grabs Steve's shoulders, shakes a little. She looks at his torso, chest shredded and stomach...well. he'd already been wounded. This was just worse. So much worse.

Somehow Eddie has Dustin, pulling him to his chest and guiding him quickly back to the gate, whispering apologies. Nancy has to drag Robin, who protests because they can't leave Steve! They have to bring him back! That's Steve! Her Steve! She's not leaving without him!

But there's no time, and Robin is shaking too much to put up much of a fight. Nancy apologizes with a cracking voice.

They return to Hawkins one short.

At the hospital, after her oxygen levels evened out enough doctors felt she could be discharged (considering the carnage of the gates opening, she's surprised they treated her at all...), Robin makes a phone call to a number she never thought she'd use. She gets a secretary. Gets told to leave a message. She does.

Into the receiver, she growls, hot tears in her eyes not yet falling, "yeah, I'll leave a fucking message. Tell those neglectful assholes their son is dead, and no body can be recovered. Tell them Steve is gone and they couldn't be damned to pick up the fucking phone." And slams the receiver into the cradle once, twice, almost a third until long fingers wrap around her wrist and hold her back. Gently places the phone on the hook and pushes it away. Turns Robin around.

Eddie hugs her, but she doesn't cry. Not yet. She has something she needs to do.

"Eddie. I need you to take me with you can to Steve's house." And Eddie frowns. "I need to get stuff from Steve's room. Before his parents come home."

So by some miracle they end up driving to the Harrington house. Robin uses her key in the door, leads Eddie upstairs to Steve's room, beelines for the closet.

She pulls out a large tub, a legal box stacked on top. Moves both toward the door. She runs her hands over the clothes hanging there, and slips a jacket off the hook, shrugging it over her own shoulders.

Under the bed, there's a shoebox or two, and she uses her leg to hook around them. Eddie offers her a hand up, and she seems to remember that he's actually there.

"you doing okay, Buckley?"

And she stares at him, the pressure behind her eyes too much, too much. He must see it, the tremble in her lip or the hitch of breath, but he opens his arms and offers. She wraps her arms around his torso and can only think that he's too boney, and Steve was never too boney. Then, she sobs. Eddie settles them on the bed, sitting up.

Robin lets out big, heaving, agonized sounds. Like a dying animal, braying muffled in Eddie's chest. He holds her, rubs her back under the green and white jacket with HARRINGTON emblazoned on it.

Eventually, she calms. Wipes her eyes. Takes a deep, shuddering breath.

"he was the only person who knew all of me. And he loved every part. Even the bits he didn't like, he loved." She shakes her head "I didn't know you could be loved like that. That some people loved like that." She moves, grabs one of the shoeboxes and pulls out a few little pins. Shows them to Eddie.

"once I graduated, we were going to go to New York. Go to our first Pride together. Be anonymous and be ourselves. Be free. Forget about the fucking upsidedown. And now. Now he'll never get to." She blows her nose. "How am I supposed to go on knowing that? Without the one person who knows, who was going to be beside me for it all?"

Eddie doesn't answer. Just asks. "What are we doing with everything else?"

She shrugs. "If you see something you like, take it. He wouldn't mind. Can't mind now either way. I'm gonna grabs some shirts and sweaters, I think. For the kids. Everything else of importance except his car keys are in those boxes. Dustin can have some of it, but mostly it's mine."

"robin-"

"his parents will give everything to charity. Anything that made Steve Steve would be lost anyways, this way we get to keep parts of him. And his parents don't find-" she gestures to the shoebox, with its buttons and pamphlets and stickers all daring someone to say something. Eddie gets it.

They load the van. Robin's parents don't mention it when she arrives home with a wanted (still? Eddie's status is unclear) man carrying boxes to her room. She thanks Eddie.

Four months later, in the upsidedown on the way to kill vecna once and for all, she recognizes a figure walking out of the dead woods, demodogs and demogorgons and demobats (the very things that did that to him) following tamely behind him, and calls his name.

#platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic with a capital p #stobin #major character death #im sorry #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #fics #stranger things #i could not stop thinking about robin needing to get some of steves stuff so his parents dont toss it/find out hes queer #as they promised each other after starcourt they would if anything happened

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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To give a small update, I've been making jewelry the past few days with pearls and necklaces with repurposed charms/earrings. It's pretty fun, to be honest. Has anyone here ever made jewelry before? A few relatives of mine used to make jewelery and sell it/gift it to people as a side job/hobby. It might just run in the family😅 This being said:

Imagine a Reader who makes jewelry...

Necklaces, chokers, bracelets, earrings, rings, anklets, you name it, they can and will make it.

Picky about your beads? Never fear! They have TONS of them! Bags and boxes and crates full, some repurposed from old pieces, some brand new, some from thrift stores or craft sections, it's all there! You like a certain color but want a gem for it? Reader has you covered! Amethyst, crystal, pearl, amber, fluorite, tiger's eye, garnet, pyrite, obsidian, etc. ! You want something more down-to-earth? Reader can do that, too! Wooden beads in all shapes and sizes and shades, crafted glass beads in different flora and fauna or abstract forms, even charms of metal and plastic and ceramic, if that's your style!

The platonic yamderes would definitely ADORE whatever Reader themed after them! A pair of earrings with lighting bolt charms and cloud puffs after Storm, complete with a weather-inspired necklace full of little cloud puffs and sun beads and rain crystals? She'd model it for you if you wanted! You want to make an entire cottage-core themed bracelet set with frogs and toads and mushrooms? Toad would love to be your muse, so you can capture their essence! You used animal bones and rough stones based on how Wolverine and Sabretooth are? Ohhhhh honey, they'd be supplying you with any bones you want, all while seeing how it looks on them. Point is, if you have ANYTHING that is based on or themed after any of the mutants, they are so going to be taking a look and talking about it!You want to sell your jewelry? They're your hype men. You need to find customers or a crowd who enjoys your craft? Surprise, the entire superhero, supervillain, and mutant communities are informed about it, and suddenly you have a steady stream of buyers. Oh, someone wants to show them in a gallery or show? They'll be pushing people towards your masterpieces, all while talking about the artist, who they know personally (you). You can bet the mutants who have some money tucked away buy the entire collections that are based on/themed around them (and they are NOT cheap when it comes to buying every last piece centered on them).

You can bet yourself that the platonic yans would be all for you and your craft, no matter the cost or trials it brings. H*ck, they're probably funding/donating to your art at this point, making sure you're never out of jewels, beads, threads, wires, metals, or jewelry pliers. If you need an extra hand with something, you have several willing volunteers. You need a new muse? Sign them up, they'll do all sorts of stuff with you to give you that inspiration you crave. You need a break from working too hard? Sit down, have some tea or coffee or orange juice, and let them help you wind down. They love you, and they love what you do, but they won't have you stretching yourself thin just to make ends meet. If you need anything, say the word and they'll be there. You've always been a pal, a friend, a sibling, or kid to them; let them repay the favor. You're their jewel, their gem, their lucky charm, and they wouldn't ever want to let you down.

(Should I make a post about the type of jewelry/sets/collections each X-Men Evolution character would have made by Reader based on them and their theme/colors/powers?)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #platonic yamdere xmen

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irlcats-bracket · 11 months

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bracket 1 FINAL BATTLE

RUSTY versus PRISSY

RUSTY

Rusty used to be a stray and then he had An Accident and now he has three legs (he had been living at a vet's office for a month when submitter adopted him). But he's doing great! Submitter taught him how to climb stairs and built him some steps out of cardboard boxes so he can get on their bed whenever he wants. They think he could be anywhere from 6 to 12 years old, it's hard to say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. To their pleasant surprise, he does not mind wearing a harness at all, which is good because he still loves the outdoors. He often gets his ear turned inside out while bathing and weirdly prefers dry food over wet.

PROPAGANDA

breaking: semi-feral baby learns to cuddle, becomes addicted to laying on my face

and here he is chillin on the patio with me!

vote for rusty #1 best at sticking out leg

when i first got Rusty he could not go up stairs... but he could go down, so he would get stuck at the bottom of them and meow for help. Of course he also hated being picked up and carried up the stairs.

but now he just goes ZOOP up the stairs doing audible damage to my carpet the whole way, which is so valid of him because i hate carpet on stairs

and something that is not quite propaganda for rusty but important words from rusty's human nontheless

For this semifinal I am going to do a different kind of propaganda.

Next time you are looking to adopt a pet, please consider getting an older animal or one with special needs, if you are able, or even just a shy, timid one. The reason my vet friend came to me about Rusty was because cats like him are usually overlooked in shelters. It wasn't just his injury--behaviorally, it was like he didn't know how to be a pet. For about three months he spent 95% of his time sitting in one spot, doing nothing, mostly indifferent to human attention. And now, after less than two years, he is super active and follows me to bed every night for cuddles. There are so many pets like Rusty who just need somebody to give them a chance, and give them time. If you can be that person, it is the most amazing thing to see what they bloom into!

Thank you for reading my spiel, now here is a picture of Rusty sleeping in the cat equivalent of a T-pose for some reason:

PRISSY

If she's quiet she's either sleeping or somewhere she shouldn't be. Or Both. Openly favors submitter, tolerates others. Very autistic cat: anxious of bad noises, very picky eater, kneads with her right paw out for no reason, must walk a circle around the room before going somewhere, has Specific eating spots for mealtime, etc. She probably knows more English than she lets on. Disobeys authority when she's bored or hungry. Loves the outdoors but she needs her pretty pink harness or she'll run; her favorite activity is playing with grasshoppers. She's a little brat but you can't help but love her when she squeaks at you.

PROPAGANDA

As you can see, she likes tight spaces (it's the 'tism -u-). She has access to larger, roomier sleeping spaces, but she always gravitates to places where I can't understand how she could possibly be comfortable. That round thing in the top right pic? She sleeps on top of that for the night even though a whole leg falls over the side. We've debated getting her a bigger one, but I don't think she'd like it.

She is also a lover of people food; we tried not to get her used to it, but somewhere along the way she broke down our walls. Whenever I snack on cheese puffs on the couch, she's always gotta get up in my face to try to get some of that delicious cheese dust, going so far as to stick her big face in the bag right in front of me while I'm holding it. And if you've got salmon, she will go nuts. I think salmon is her favorite food with cheese as a close second. ...but she'll also beg for chicken nugget.

[Image description: a photo of OP sitting at the dining table over a plate of chicken strips and ketchup, OP on one side of the chair and holding a piece of bitten chicken and Prissy sitting on the other side of the chair with one paw on the table eyeing the bitten chicken strip. OP's face has been painted over with a black spot.]

As for speaking English, I've caught her saying Hello and Mama clear as day, and is working on pronouncing Outside and Water (I mean it, just from her tones and "syllables" of her meows, it's like she's trying to speak).

Sorry for the spam, but she really is that photogenic. And also sorry for the stuff on my bed, but my legs were injured at the time and needed extra support. While they were injured, I also spent a lot of time on the couch, where Prissy frequently sat by my side and especially on my lap. Now that I'm better and not sitting there anymore, she now claims that specific corner of the couch as her own; she's even stolen that spot from me when I get up to do something really quick.

I've also trained her to hop on my lap when she wants to eat, instead of jumping on the table, but at the end of the day she still does what she wants lol. She's always been by my side, from the first day she got here at 3 mos. old and took a nap on my lap right in the hallway.

#catfight one #polls #cat #cats #catfight one finals!!

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theragethatisdesire · 6 months

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Hiii. How are you? I hope you're doing fine, I read your new addition to the poly relationship thing and it was really cool.

I was wondering if you have more headcannons of them? Maybe what pet names Jean and eren use for each other or the love language they have for each other,do they use physical touch or maybe words of affirmation or anything else? Or how they make out. Also do they cuddle (just the two of them)? Like maybe Eren had a bad day or something and I recall you mentioned that eren stops frowning when Jean touches his brows or smth like that. So what if eren had a bad day and he needs Jean to comfort him,do they cuddle or they just hug?

I'm curious about Jean's mom having a hard time with the poly relationship thing. At this point I'm just rambling,sorry.

I just wanted to see your thought on this cause I have some but I don't know how the others perceive it. Anyways thanks you so much,i love your content 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hellooooo cutie pie nonny :) this has been sitting in my ask box for AGES like since i dropped the last erejean fic i think and i have been so excited to answer it. i'm sorry it took me forever!!! but i am back and ~ ready to chat ~

more poly!erejean headcanons because anon said so

i think it takes them foreverrrrrr to be physically affectionate with each other, and it honestly takes jean awhile to get physical with you too, just bc of the dynamic changing

eren's love language is definitely physical touch, jean's is definitely gift-giving

whenever you or eren texts in your group chat (because of course you have a "y/n's bfs<3" groupchat lol) that you're having the worst day at work, jean's already plotting what store he's running by to pick something up for you as a nice little surprise

maybe it's ingredients for your favorite dinner, your favorite candy, a new pair of fuzzy socks, etc.

eren, on the other hand, just crushes you/jean with the biggest, tightest hug he can manage whenever you're having a bad day. probably offers a massage of some sort.

eren just ...very absentmindedly touches you and jean? like he is always just running a hand over your waist as he passes you in the kitchen, playing with jean's fingers while he scrolls on his phone, kicks his feet up on your lap to watch tv. it feels uncomfortable for him to be in the same room as either of you and not touch you somehow.

jean's favorite thing in the world is to have each of you tucked under his arms cuddling. insists on being in the middle for movie night.

i can't remember if i've mentioned this but eren and jean love sharing clothes. eren's the worst about it- he's literally always snagging jean's stuff and jean, misunderstanding at first, started buying eren a couple of his shirts that he noticed going missing. he got the point when eren never touched his new shirts.

eren 100% nuzzles into jean and you like a dog like noses against your shoulder/neck/tummy

just some little cuddling/physical touch hcs <3 as for jean's mom, i picture her being very traditional, wanting jean to get married and have children. jean has been bi for years in this verse, but very quietly bi, like maybe had a bf in college, told his mom (it took her a minute, but she came around) and his closest friends but keeps it pretty lowkey.

when he told his mom about his relationship with you and eren, the poly dynamic was just completely unlike anything she'd ever heard of and it really caught her by surprise. she wasn't outright unsupportive, but she's very old-fashioned and she just didn't understand how it could function like a legitimate, serious relationship. but when jean just keeps mentioning you both more and more (he knows things like this take her awhile, and she knows her boy is serious by how insistently he keeps bringing it up), she can just hear how happy jean is and wants to see how it works and give it a chance.

she's always adored eren through all the years she's known him, and she's smitten with you the second you shyly cross the threshold into her house, complimenting the decor. she never goes back, just has a few tentative questions for jean here and there, but all that matters to her is that her boy is being made happy by two wonderful people :)

#sorry i literally can never shut up about them #should i write a dinner night drabble #i just love the fluff #anyway #so sorry to literally write an essay #for you nonny!!!! ily<3 thanks for asking :)#poly erejean #poly!erejean #erejean #rage.rambles #three's a universe #three's a uni

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keerysquinn · 5 months

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ship: Argyle/Chrissy Cunningham wc: 1.2k A/N: Happy December 1st! I hope you enjoy the first of my stories for the season! This one specifically was suggested by the always lovely @mothellie and is dedicated to all of my rarepair server girlies (gn) for helping me come up with ideas for this challenge and helping me work out character weirdness in my head <3

“We can study in here,” Chrissy said as she led Argyle into the dining room. She'd invited her boyfriend over to study for their government exam, and she figured they'd be able to focus better if she didn't take him up to her bedroom right away.

They set their things down on the table, and Chrissy started to get her notes ready. However, Argyle was already distracted by a fancy looking box with numbered drawers that was on display on the room's sidebar.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing at the box.

Chrissy briefly glanced up before turning her attention back towards her work.

“That's Danny's advent calendar. My mom pulled it out and stocked it for him last night. There's a religious element to it, but it's mostly just an excuse for him to get a piece of chocolate every day leading up to Christmas.”

“Where's yours?”

“Probably in the attic somewhere.”

Argyle looked back at Danny's calendar and frowned.

“That doesn't seem very fair on your mom's part.”

“I don't mind,” Chrissy said with a small shrug. “I haven't had one since middle school, so I don't really expect one anymore. It's no big deal. Now, quiz me with these flashcards. As soon as I get every one of them right, we can go watch a movie or something.”

Chrissy could say that it was no big deal that she didn't have her own advent calendar, but he knew her better than that by now. They'd talked at length about how she was used to being forgotten or cast aside by her parents in favor of spoiling her younger brother, but it still stung. He could see the disappointment on her face when she told him how long it had been since she last had one. That just meant he had some planning to do.

The next day, Argyle was waiting at Chrissy's locker as soon as she got to school.

“You're here early,” she said as she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek hello. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I have a surprise for you,” he told her. “And I was hoping you could come over after school, so I could give it to you.”

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?”

“You'll find out when you come over.”

“I don't even get a hint?” she pouted.

“Patience, my petite pineapple,” he said with a butchered French accent as he squished her cheeks between his hands to erase her pout.

“Okay, I'll wait,” she said between giggles. She removed his hands from her cheeks and retrieved the things she needed for her first couple of classes from her locker.

“Walk me to first period?” she asked, offering him her free hand.

He took her hand in his and gave it a little squeeze.

“Always.”

“Okay, keep your eyes closed,” Argyle said as he led Chrissy back to his bedroom. He had his hands covering her eyes as he steered her around the house. “No peeking.”

“I promise I won't peek. I've been thinking about this all day, so I'm not gonna ruin the surprise now.”

He positioned her to be standing in front of his bed, and once he had her where he wanted her, he double checked that everything was where he needed it to be.

“Okay, you can look now,” he said as he took his place next to her.

Chrissy opened her eyes and took in the sight before her. Sitting on the bed were three boxes. The first was a shoebox filled with small numbered envelopes, the second one was larger and filled with brown paper bags, and the third was another shoebox filled with small packages wrapped in newspaper.

“What's all this?” she asked.

“I made us some advent calendars,” he said, looking very pleased with himself. “I know they're not as fancy as the one your brother has, but I think I did a pretty good job with what I had around the house.”

“You made me advent calendars?” She beamed up at him. Nobody had ever done something so sweet for her before, and she was touched by the thoughtfulness of this gesture.

“So what am I looking at?” she asked. “Where do I start?”

He picked up the first box and handed it to her.

“So, this one is the only one that's technically all yours,” he told her. “It's probably the closest to what your brother is getting, and since you didn't get to open one yesterday, you can open two now.”

She pulled out the first envelope and opened it to find a chocolate coin and a note that read ‘for my toasty little pizza bagel’ which immediately had her blushing and giggling. She opened the second envelope to find another chocolate coin, but this time, the note read ‘for my blushy-faced bumblebee.’

“How'd you know these were going to make me blush?” she asked.

“I have psychic powers, obviously,” he teased. “But you always blush at my cheesy nicknames. It's one of my favorite things about you.”

He poked her cheek which was still positively pink, and she stood on her tiptoes to pull him in for a kiss.

“Have I told you that you're the best boyfriend ever lately?” she asked.

“Only all the time. But it's always nice to hear.”

He gave her another quick kiss, and then she turned her attention back towards the bed.

“What's in the big one?”

“That one is the one I made for myself, but it can be shared with you whenever you come home with me if you want. Each bag has a joint and a snack in it for when the munchies hit afterwards. I call it Holy Smokes.”

Chrissy doubled over laughing.

“I love it,” she told him. “It's very you, and I will gladly cuddle up with you while you smoke and share your snacks. But maybe we don't mention this one around my mom, okay?”

“I don't know,” he teased. “I think she'd like it. It's very festive.”

“Sure, she would. What's in the third one?”

“That's another one that's just for you, but really, it's also a treat for me when you think about it. Each one of those packages has a different flavored lip gloss or chapstick in it, and I was thinking that we could turn it into a game where I have to guess the flavor you're wearing every day.”

“Oh really?” she asked with a knowing smirk. “But wouldn't it be very easy for you to guess since you're the one who made it?”

“I thought of that, and that's why none of those ones are numbered. So you can choose at random, and I'll have no way of knowing what it is.”

“Good thinking,” she said with another giggle. “We should probably get started soon then. We have two days of lip gloss for you to guess already, and who knows how long that'll take.”

“Definitely,” he agreed. “And I'm a terrible guesser, so you're probably going to have to reapply it a couple times. Just so I can be really sure of what it is.”

“Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way.”

#ctcwc23 #surfcheer #argyle #chrissy cunningham #my writing #argyle x chrissy #chrissy x argyle #surfcheer fic #surfcheer fanfic

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mycomfortblanket · 1 year

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The Box at the Back of the Closet

Trying to keep Suyin occupied, Lin led her little sister by the hand into their mother's room and opened The Closet. It was just a regular closet that houses their mom's day-to-day clothes. No. This was The Closet their mom always said to not play in unless she was home because of the dresses and the shoes and all the other expensive stuff her parents send her or that she has to wear to those parties that they're not allowed to go to.

But today was just so boring. It was raining too hard outside to go to the park or to do anything really, and Lin was stuck babysitting Suyin while their mother had to run to the station for a while. It's okay though. Hanging out with Suyin had its perks sometimes; she was actually a pretty cool kid to hang out with.

Lin is twisting in the mirror watching the way the jewels on the dress and on her headpiece catch in the light. The dress wasn't the fanciest one by far, but it had always been her favorite. The soft blue color with small accents of the Earth Kingdom green of the dress hangs loosely on her, not yet filled out by her frame. Her body was just starting to change, but until then, she'd just have to imagine what the dress would look like in its full beauty.

Behind her, Suyin continues to dig through the closet, apparently looking for the other white satin glove that she swears up and down it goes with the current dress she has on. "Hey! Look at this," comes her small voice from the back of the closet. In the mirror, Lin looks behind her as Suyin slowly emerges from the forest of dresses holding a decorated box, obviously handmade and badly done at that.

Lin furrows her brow and turns around to go to her younger sister to take a look. The click of her mom's shoes on the stone floor make her feel like a princess, someone worthy of wearing dresses like this all the time. Taking the box from her sister's hands she is surprised by the sheer weight of the thing. Lin grips it with one hand, opens the lid with the other, and peers inside. Suyin, next to her, stands up on her tiptoes to look inside as well. "It looks like a bunch of crap," Lin says, her voice a little awestruck. Their mom never kept anything, especially random crap. Well, she kept almost everything that she and Suyin gave her. There was a whole box under their mom's bed of the stuff they'd given her over the years.

But their mom was a minimalist, keeping the apartment free of clutter and junk to make it easier for her to move around. She didn't see the point in decorating since she couldn't see it so the only decorations were the stuff that Lin and Suyin put up.

Together, they sit down on the floor. Suyin's small hand grabs a small stone... something. It's obviously carved and worn smooth by hand, but what it's supposed to be is lost on her. Looking back in the box, there are several folded pieces of paper. Picking the one up off the top, she opens it.

Immediately, Lin becomes even more confused. It's a letter written in Braille. Braille machines were expensive back when they were first invented so they never had one. Honestly, Lin didn't even think her mom knew how to read braille. She absolutely refused to buy one of the machines even as they became more affordable and the need for her to read things became more and more important.

"That's what I've got you for, little badgermole," Lin remembers her moms saying at one point as she nuzzled her face into Lin's neck.

"Is that braille?" Suyin asks, looking over at the piece of paper. The little stone is still in her hand and she is turning it over and over, feeling the small ridges with her even smaller fingers.

"Yeah. I don't know why mom would have a letter written in it though. I don't think she knows how to read it, she always gets me to read the stuff that comes to the house or you bring home from school."

"Can you read it?" Suyin lays her head on Lin's shoulder and they stare at the paper.

"Kind of. it's been a while since I've read braille, so it's going to take me a minute. Let's bring this into the kitchen so I can translate it." Together, the girls stand up and bring the box to the kitchen table. Once the box is deposited on the table, they split up. Suyin to get paper and a pencil from her school bag and Lin to get her old translation guide for braille she had to have for school one year.

When they make it back, Lin sits at the table with an ever-patient Suyin staring over her shoulder. It's slow work, but as Lin translates the letter, the more confused she gets.

October 15th

Toph,

It's cold here in the Fire Nation, something I know you're glad you're not experiencing. Zuko is planning on taking a week off during the summer and is going to invite the rest of the gang to go to Ember Island, so I thought I'd beat him to the punch and invite you. There aren't enough beds for everyone, but maybe we could share one? Or not. Totally up to you.

Katara, I think, is enjoying pregnancy. She's got this weird glow going on and whenever Zuko sees her walking around or lifting anything, he rushes over and takes it from her and tells her she has to be more careful and all this other annoying dad-to-be bullshit.

I should be leaving here in another week or so, I'll send another letter before I do though so you know to feel for me. I'll be home soon and we can get together and go get a drink or something.

Love you always and give Lin kisses for me,

Sokka

Sokka? Like Uncle Sokka? Why would their mom keep a letter from him? In all the times Toph has received a letter from someone, she gets Lin to write a reply and then the letter goes in the trash within that day. So why would some stupid letter about a vacation and Aunt Katara's pregnancy be something to keep?

"Let me see the next one," Lin holds her hand out and Suyin digs through the box and pulls out another.

This one is dated several months later:

April 3rd

Toph,

I can't believe it's already been a few weeks since I last saw you, it feels like it's been months! Dad and Bato are getting married in a few days and I don't know what's weirder: knowing my dad is marrying his guy best friend or the person he is marrying is Bato. Like, who would want to marry him?! You should hear how loud that guy snores, I swear he is louder than you. Whatever, I guess I'm happy for them, even if it means I have to be away from you for a few weeks.

When I get back, we should just stay in the bed for a few days, and catch up on everything we would've been doing while I was gone (I just know you would punch me if I said that in person).

I can't wait to see you. Love you always and give Lin kisses for me,

Sokka

"What did he mean when he said 'catch up on everything we would've been doing'?" Suyin's innocent voice asks in Lin's ear.

"Er- nothing. Just the stuff hanging out and stuff," Lin blushes hard. She tries not to gag at the thought of her mother doing that, especially with Uncle Sokka. The real question is when the hell did her mom and Uncle Sokka get together?! Is that what this is, a bunch of mementos? Uncle Sokka mentioned Lin at the end of his letters but not Suyin, so it had to have been at least 9 years ago. The date at the top doesn't have a year, so it's really just grasping at straws for the timeline.

"Can we do another?!" Suyin asks, pulling Lin from her thoughts.

"Yeah. Give me the next one."

May 10

Toph,

I'm sorry. I really am. I shouldn't have said those things about Kanto, you were right, it's not my place. I hate fighting right before I leave for a trip. I swear I'm going to make it up to you. This convention shouldn't take more than a week, a week and a half at the most, and I'll come straight home to you.

I love you. Give Lin a kiss for me,

Sokka

This letter is short, so it doesn't take a long time for Lin to translate it. The name Kanto, sounds familiar, but she can't place where she's heard it before. At the end of the letter, Uncle Sokka said 'I love you', as in he was in love with her mom. Not the casual 'love you' like it was in the previous two letters.

Lin remembers Uncle Sokka being around a lot when she was really young, but once he moved, the visits became less and less often. She doesn't think she ever saw them kiss or do anything that would signify a relationship, but then again, she was young, younger than Suyin. She didn't know what relationship stuff looked like or what to even look for, so it surely could have been happening without her knowing.

Without saying anything, Suyin digs into the box and pulls out another letter, and hands it to Lin.

July 23rd

Toph, my love,

I can't seem to sleep tonight, my thoughts keep drifting back to you. I miss you so much, I miss the way your skin feels, how soft it is. I miss your laughter and even your punches. I'm not sure how much longer I can stay in the Fire Nation because not seeing you is driving me crazy.

What have you been doing the past few nights? Does Lin climb into bed with you when I'm not there? Do you lay there at night awake like me?

I can't wait to see you. I miss you so fucking much, I feel like I'm going to implode if I don't touch you soon.

I almost slipped up and said something to Zuko about you the other day. He asked why I was being such a pain in the ass and that I needed to get laid. I almost said something about you then but caught myself at the last moment.

When can we tell people about us? At least Zuko, my sister, and Aang. It's so hard to not talk about you like that, not to say how much I miss you and how much I love you. I can already hear your voice giving me shit for being a sap and saying that it would threaten your chance at getting Chief of Police. Although, in my opinion, that position should already be yours. But, I know that's another conversation you're sick of.

Just know that I love you always. Give Lin a bunch of kisses for me and that I got her a present.

With all my love,

Sokka.

Lin feels dirty reading that one like she is really invading her mother's privacy. Well, technically, she is... but still. This letter... it seemed like they were really something serious. She looks next to her at Suyin but finds her sister already gone. She can hear her down the hall in their mother's room playing in the dresses again. She must have lost interest in the box. The small sculpture is sitting on the kitchen table by itself, already forgotten.

Looking back at the table, her eyes land on the box that is sitting on the table across from her. With shaking hands, she reaches out and pulls it towards her. Peering inside hesitantly, she sees a few more badly made sculptures, a couple more letters, a few random rocks, a couple of rings, and a smaller box that is half hidden beneath the letters.

Lin pulls out the rings and looks at them. They're nothing special, really. Both are silver with no stones or gems on them. One band is smooth and quite large, no way in hell it could fit their mother's dainty fingers. The other, she thinks has braille on the inside of the band. She has to squint her eyes to be able to make it out, but she is instantly able to recognize what it says.

Sokka.

Are these... no. No. there's no way. No way these are what she thinks they are.

Looking into the box again, Lin grabs the small box that is tucked in the corner and carefully pulls it out. when she opens it, there's another letter that is folded up inside. Unfolding it, she begins to read,

January 31st

Toph,

I know you think that you have to do this all on your own, but you don't. You have never had to do this all on your own. You know I love you and that I want to be with you, so please, just consider my proposal.

This baby, our baby, is something amazing, not a burden and I'm not asking you to marry me out of obligation or pity. I'm asking you out of love, I swear. I know you can tell I'm telling you the truth. I should've asked you sooner. I should have asked you to marry me instead of saying... instead of saying what I did.

What I said at first... it was wrong. I can't even write it out. I just panicked and I can't imagine how panicked you must have felt. And then for me to go and say something like that... It was so wrong of me to say that and I wish I could take it back, I wish I could just grab the words and shove them back in my mouth.

Please, Toph. I love you so much. Please don't let this be the end. I'll wait for you until the end of my days.

Sokka

Lin's eyes are filled with tears by the time she reaches the end of the letter. Uncle Sokka is Suyin's dad? And he proposed?!

Looking up from the letter, her eyes land on the smaller box that lies open. There's a velvet pouch inside and with trembling fingers, she pulls it open and dumps its contents into her hand, and immediately, the air leaves her body.

An engagement necklace, just like the one Aunt Katara wears. The ribbon is a dark green and in the center of the stone, there's what looks to be a sword... maybe... and the Earth element symbol. It's very badly done, but Lin can feel just how much work went into making this necklace and the love it was made with.

Looking back over to the pair of rings, to the engagement rings. Every nation had its own ritual for marriage and for engagements: Water Tribe had the necklaces, Air Nomads had tattoos, Fire Nation had small burns on the chest- over the heart, and Earth Kingdom had rings.

Uncle Sokka must have made both for her, and she still turned him down.

Why???

Lin swipes her finger over the engraving of the stone on the necklace. Before she can react, she hears the front door open. Whipping her head over to where she sees her mother walking in the door, Lin shoots to her feet and begins to quietly shove things back in their place in the box. From the corner of her eye though, she sees her mom pause and turns to look at her.

A sly smile comes onto her mother's face, "Whatcha trying to hide there, little badgermole?" She walks over to the table and Lin sits there frozen, one hand holding the velvet bag with the necklace carefully tucked back inside, and the other hand grasping a few letters.

"Nothing!" Lin says, and even she can hear how her voice shakes.

Toph looks taken back for a second, confusion furrows her brow. "Why are you lying?" her hand reaches out and grasps Lin's arm and feels along her forearm to the papers that are clenched in her hand.

Lin watches as realization dawns on her mother's face. "Mom," her voice sounds thick with emotion and she tries to shield the box on the table from her mom with her body as if it would do anything.

Gently, Toph pulls the papers out o Lin's hands and feels along them with her fingers. The tips of her fingers just barely touch the page as it glides across. "Where did you find this?" Toph whispers, her voice sounding broken.

"It was in the back of your closet. Suyin and I were playing in your dresses. I know you told us not to! To only play with them when you are home, but she was so bored and I-" the minuscule shake of her mom's head shuts her up.

Neither one of them speak for a moment. Gently, Toph refolds the letters and places them back into the box, her hands ghosting across the top of the table for the rest of the items. She grabs the small stone and places it in the box when her pink brushes against the box that contained the necklace and she yanks her hand back as if she was burned. Her face is carefully devoid of emotion.

"Why didn't you marry him, mom?" Lin asks.

Toph sucks in a sharp breath and her gaze flickers upwards toward her daughter's voice. "You can read braille?" she whispers.

"I had to a few years ago in school, it was a requirement. Since when do you read it?" A small bubble of anger is starting to emerge inside Lin's chest. How could her mom keep this from her? How could her mom turn down...

"Sokka... he-" it's weird hearing her mom refer to him as just 'Sokka' rather than 'your uncle' or 'Uncle Sokka'. She always said the uncle part. "He invented braille machines. He invented it for..." she trails off. Taking a deep breath, Toph pulls a chair over and sets herself in it gently. "He invented it for me. He taught me how to use it."

"Why didn't you marry him? He loved you, even I could tell just from those letters." If Lin hadn't been staring so intently at her mother, she would've missed the flinch. The anger in Lin's chest rises higher. "Why didn't you marry him, mom?! He's Suyin's dad and you wouldn't even-"

Toph immediately stands from her chair and claps a hand over Lin's mouth. "Don't you ever say that out loud."

"Why not?! She has a right to know! Fuck, even I have a right to know who my dad is, but you fucking refuse to tell me." Lin knows it's dangerous to cuss at her mom. Knows it's a quick way to grounding and being made to deadlift a rock for hours. But Toph just closes her eyes and falls back into the chair.

Toph takes a deep breath and runs a hand through her hair, knocking some strands loose from its bun. "Your dad's name is Kanto. He was a good man, but... he panicked at learning I was pregnant and he-" she cuts herself off and shakes her head.

Immediately, the anger drains from Lin. Kanto. She read that name in one of the letters. Uncle Sokka was apologizing for something in rregardto that person. And he... he left when he found out her mom was pregnant with her. And Uncle Sokka said something that probably bordered on bailing and freaked her mom out.

"Mom," she asks, her voice gentle like she's approaching a wounded animal. "Mom, did you think that Uncle Sokka would..." she has trouble bringing herself to say it. "Did you think that he would leave because you were pregnant?"

Toph closes her eyes and a single tear escapes, running down her cheek. "Go change out of that dress and put it back. And put back whatever your sister has dragged out." Her voice is tired and completely raw.

Lin nods and leaves her mother alone at the kitchen table to go get her sister.

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#tokka #angst #toph #toph beifong #sokka #suyin beifong #suyin #lin beifong #lin #mentions of past tokka #saw some atla fanart on pinterest of a boy finding a necklace and giving it to korra #and it sparked an idea #and behold #this monstrosity was born #atla #avatar the last airbender

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harrumphingtons · 11 months

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Alright, moving on to theories that aren't about Jamie (my long list of Jamie theories is here):

This is something random and probably not important, but we got way fewer promo pics for this episode? It's only 5 this week, while:

- E1 had 8

- E2, E5, & E6 had 9

- E4, E9, & E10 had 10

- E3 & E8 had 11

- and E7 had 13

Now, E7 was a pivotal episode, as that was where Richmond turned things around and started building towards the ending, in the sense that they got things together as a team. But I don't think that means E11 will be not as important of an episode. The opposite, actually: I think maybe this is an episode where they're trying to give away as little as possible? As much as I'm rambling about my theories for this episode, the promo pics aren't really all that... telling. So perhaps they're trying to keep the plotline of this episode a surprise?

About the picture of Ted and Rebecca with a projector behind them: I might just be thinking everyone looks like they're about to cry in this episode, but Rebecca looks like she's tearing up??? I'm guessing this is a team movie night situation and maybe Ted and Rebecca are having a quiet conversation in the back, and it's probably about something important, and she tears up a bit because of it?

Speaking of Rebecca and her and Ted having conversations, in the second-to-last episode of both season one and two, Rebecca came down to Ted's office to tell him something important -- S1, that she'd been trying to destroy the club, and S2, that she'd had an affair with Sam. In that scene in S2, Ted even acknowledged that their situation was reminiscent of the past year, and one of them, I think Rebecca, also even said, "See you next year." So it's pretty heavily implied that we're getting another iteration of that scene. For the purposes of narrative symmetry in terms of placement in the season, it would make sense for that to happen this episode. However, I can't think of anything Rebecca would be confessing, this time. I know the Tedbecca shippers are hoping it'll be a confession of love, or something, but based on how things have been going, I'm pretty sure canon will be sticking to platonic relationship between those two through the end. Maybe, instead, this season Ted will be the one telling Rebecca something big, to keep that pattern but switch things around a bit? Maybe this will be when Ted decides he's going to head back to Kansas, to be with Henry? Which, by the way, I'm not entirely sure will be the ending of the show anymore. It's still pretty likely, but (and maybe this is just misplaced hope) I could also see Ted staying with Richmond.

The picture of Keeley, Rebecca, and Higgins sitting up in the box watching the game is kind of stumping in terms of why it's even there. It doesn't seem to be very important? Rebecca's smiling, Keeley's kinda smiling, and Higgins looks a bit annoyed, and they're clapping. So telling. But judging by the angle of Keeley's and Rebecca's heads/eyes, they're not looking down at the pitch, they're looking a bit further down in the stands. Higgins is looking... off into the distance, I don't know. But maybe Keeley and Rebecca are smiling because they're waving/saying hi to some person from a distance? I don't know who this hypothetical person could even be, but. Yeah. That's all I'm getting from that photo.

Ok, then there's the picture of Keeley leaning/sitting on the back of a couch. That could be Jamie's mum's living room, since we do know she (and Roy and Jamie) are going to end up there at some point during the episode, but I think it's more likely that that particular room is a hotel or something? I don't know, the lights in the background and the armchairs and the couch seem kind of... modern... style? Not the type of thing I'd expect to see in Jamie's mum's house, especially considering that since stuff from Jamie's childhood is still up in his bedroom, she's likely lived there at least since he was a teenager. I just think her house would be more cozy and homey.

And finally, the picture of Ted walking down (what I think is) the alley his apartment building lets out into. I really don't know what that picture is. I can't find anything significant in that one. He's just. There. But this does add in to my theory that they're actively trying not to tell us anything with these promo pics. The less we can theorize, the more hard-hitting it'll feel, I guess.

#tl #ted lasso apple tv #ted lasso s3 #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso s3 spoilers #ted lasso #afc richmond #rebecca welton #keeley jones #leslie higgins #ted lasso speculation

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commaclear · 10 months

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I'm curious about the whereabouts of engagement/wedding/promise rings in htid. Tbh I really wanna keep this short because I have four wip google docs open on my laptop and the last thing I need to do is write something that won't help me finish those, but that probablu won't work the way I want it to. Anyways

In htid there's four, maybe even five people who are part of this whole ring thing. The first one I wanna talk about is Sally, bc she's hot and traumatized and I feel like she'd throw a knife at my head if necessary. I know that technically she should have at least two rings, but I get the vibe she only has one and even then I doubt she got it in the traditional sense.

Sally only got married because she got pregnant, so I get the feeling that Fundy was the engagement ring. That being said, I feel like when you've got a relationship with two teenagers, there's a possibility that she has some cheap promise ring that Wilbur stole while they were at the mall together one day. He probably awkwardly presented it to her in the food court, and the memory is heavily skewed in Sally's head because she's over romanticized it in a sad attempt to stay in love with the man incapable of loving her.

I actually believe that she's done a lot of lying to herself for the sake of living in the safety of delulu land. I mean. I don't think. I know. It's very obvious. No one comes out of a relationship like that and still glorifies it without obscuring some details.

Anyways, Sally's probably got some long since oxodized shitty infinity ring sitting somewhere in a box. And then of course there's the formality of a wedding ring that I'm sure she did not get on the wedding day itself. It's probably not a lot, and she probably didn't receive it until well after Fundy's birth. Before their little courthouse marriage, Wilbur probably asked her if she wanted a ring, and she probably told him they needed to save money for the baby. Although, I'm sure she managed to convince herself she'd still get a ring as a surprise because Wilbur always was a bad listener. It was the small sliver of hope that was handcrafted to hurt by a little girl who dreamed of a grand white dress and a nice arrangement of diamonds.

I'm sure she eventually got a ring. And she'd probably taken how long it took a little personally, but she came around to the idea fairly quick. I feel like she still doesn't really take it off. Back then money was tight enough for the small little thing to mean the world to her, and even though she knows she could buy herself something way better now, the sentimental value is too much to even imagine removing it. She's probably been asked why she still wears it by plenty of people, Fundy and Jared included. And I'm sure she always takes extra care to remove it whenever Wilbur's around.

Now I'm pretty confident in saying Wilbur doesn't have anything more than a simple wedding band that he was very relieved to stop wearing. He's not quite sure where it is, and frankly, he's not trying to find it. He never really felt all that great wearing it. It felt more like an obligation than something he wore proudly. Quackity's probably seen it before, but he knows enough not to ask Wilbur about.

Wilbur honestly got some shit with rings and jewelry altogether. I feel like when he tried buying Sally's ring, the person working at the store seemed so judgmental and obnoxious that he shudders every time he sees a jewelry store. He also doesn't like that love is measured by how much of a diamond a man can afford. And he doesn't like walking around with expensive jewelry either.

That being said, I feel like Wilbur would be more than willing to face his fears if Quackity ever showed interest in anything from one of those stores. One of the main ways Wilbur communicates his love and affection, as well as how he tries to fix his guilt, is through gift giving. Wilbur doesn't really like himself, and he often assumes others don't like him either, so he attempts to make up for what he believes he lacks by spending whatever he can on them. And I'm sure that ties into his whole thing with being a foster kid and knowing how a single good gift can change how you perceive someone.

I feel like Quackity is pretty anti-ring after Karl broke off the engagement. He assumed it got lost in the car accident because Karl had probably taken it off, but he eventually finds it on his nightstand. It kinda puts the whole situation into a shitty place. Slime's probably asked Quackity about it a billion times, and Quackity eventually gets tired of it and puts it where Slime won't find it.

Wilbur's probably seen the ring before, and it made him feel incredibly shitty because something tells me the ring is rather flashy in comparison to anything Wilbur's even given or received. Wilbur kinda hates it because it's just another shitty reminder of how much Quackity must've loved Karl, and he'll never live up to it. It is also a representation of how much Karl was worth to Quackity, and Wilbur doesn't believe he has nearly enough to be deserving of something so extreme.

This whole thing is stupidly long and a mess, and I really need to go work on my own shit. But it's the best I could do

Also last ask you asked me why I have rusty scissors in my shower. And like. It's not like they were rusty in the beginning. I use them when I need to cut something. Sometimes you just need to switch things up, and rusty scissors are good at that. Ever stab a bottle of conditioner [Question mark] Ever cut a random piece of hair off[Question mark] That shit's refreshing. Also excuse the lack of question marks. I'll figure it out later. Turns out the question mark key is open. Shit's wild

-Quackity Analysis Anon

Ooooh, excellent question. I'm gonna run down this one at a time.

Wilbur: First, Wilbur had a chastity ring. He got it from his super conservative foster home and lost it as quickly as he could when Phil adopted him, but the memory of wearing it and what it stood for stuck with him for a long time. He and Sally did have wedding rings and a proper ceremony (before the Fundy was born), but everyone knew it was a shotgun wedding. Sally was very obviously pregnant at the time.

Sally: Sally did actually have an engagement ring, but Wilbur's experience of buying it was worse than you might think. As soon as her parents found out about the pregnancy, Sally's dad had a long talk with Wilbur about "doing the right thing" and then took him out to buy Sally an engagement, which he then paid for. It was humiliating for Wilbur, who gets a nauseating wave of anxiety whenever he goes inside a fancy jewelry store now. Unlike Wilbur, Sally still has her wedding ring, stored away in her jewelry box never to be worn, but never to be thrown away.

Quackity: He and Karl exchanged promise rings a few years ago, and for a long time after the cheap ring started oxidizing, Quackity wore it as a necklace. Once they got properly engaged, the promise ring necklace was moved to safe storage.

Karl: The doctors had to remove his engagement ring when he was hospitalized, and somewhere between hospital moves, it got lost. Karl was confused to wake up without it, and now it hurts to look at his left hand. He lost the promise ring a few years ago too while washing dishes, so now he has nothing.

The stuff you said abt Wilbur and Quackity's feelings toward rings is just so spot on actually, these men have Issues

#also that bit about wilbur and gift giving?#good soup. haha get it? but fr excellent analysis #anons my beloved #hi thirsty im dad #quackity analysis anon #all star asks #commaclear.tumblr.com/missingposter

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nihils-trolls · 2 years

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After a long, quite literally heated night, she'd managed to make a decent getaway. Mayara walked along a busted up sidewalk, on her way home from a 'successful' run. She takes off her now singed crop sweater and ties it around her waist.

The street is empty, save for a few trolls dotted here and there; she decides it's fine to relax. Maya makes a few motions with her hands.

[Tonight was pretty crazy, Rami.]

Is she.... signing to herself? Clearly the conversation is aimed at whoever this "Rami" is, but she's walking by herself as far as most can see.

[What? No, I'm pretty sure no one got too hurt. You worry too much.]

She chuckles, and continues walking. For a moment, she's silent. As if waiting for her partner to finish speaking. The surroundings change from industrial warehouses and factories to crowded hives and stem clusters. They all look nearly the same; compact, made with cheap materials and held together by some miracle.

[Nah, plan went off without a hitch. I got the stuff I stashed awhile back.]

[Once we get hive I'll make sure all's well.]

Picking up the pace, she keeps moving towards a tall, narrow building. It has a storefront with a heavy-duty shutter blocking off the entrance and windows; the sign on the front reads "Makh-Up Armaments." A stroll down the alley along side it reveals a set of stairs that lead up to a door on the next story.

The inside is a modest-sized hive that sits above the store. Even though it seems a bit cluttered with mementos, art and various bits of tech, the place is clearly well taken care of. In the back is a small, personal workshop that's kept notably more tidy than the rest of the space.

Well, for now that is.

[Allllright Rami. Time to empty the ol' pockets.]

She ejects her modus into the nearest empty space. Clearly she hadn't done so in awhile, as it makes a much larger mess than expected. Scrap material, her tool bag, bits and bundles of wire... Oh, so that's where that solder went.

Right out on top are the most important packages: a large, sturdy black case and a slightly crushed cardboard box. Maya picks them out from the heap and promptly moves to her worktop.

In the case lies a pair of enormous twin pistols; the 16 inch barrels had been engraved and the grips fashioned with comfort in mind. She checks them over briefly, then gets to work on opening them up. Apparently she had removed the firing pins at some point, and only now is replacing them.

"S' a real shame the deal didn't go through as I hoped. If I'm bein' honest, I did kinda expect them to try n' skip out on payin' me. Nothin surprises me anymore. Eheh."

She's referring to the client that had ordered these weapons. They had made up their mind to eliminate the debt rather than pay it off, but clearly things didn't go as they planned.

"Man Rami, you shoulda seen the look on their faces when the gun didn't fire. Fuck-inngg hilarious."

Maya snorts, speaking out loud now. Apparently she was just nervous about looking insane in public earlier.

"Think they learned their lesson?...... Nah, me neither. Hah!"

It doesn't take long for her to put the firearms back in working order. Once they're finished, she stuffs them back into the case and wanders off to her respite block.

"Did I what now? I mean yeah, I guess I did.. I wasn't there to make friends though, so what's it to ya'?"

Maya plops backwards into a bean bag. She's clearly a little bothered by the response she got, based on the scowl she has on her face.

"Yeah well, it's nice that you care, but I can def handle makin' friends or whatever. I got you anyway, don't I?"

She begins to drift off in her seat, clearly exhausted from the recent events.

"Whatever dude. Clients don't make good friends. Not gonna.. happen."

#nihil writes #mayara stuff #this has sat in my notes for long enough i think

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casspurrjoybell-29 · 8 months

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Frayed Ties - Chapter 16 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

The next morning Danya awoke feeling amazing.

His naked body was pressed against Simon's, for one thing, which was the best start he'd ever had to a day.

But it was more than that.

More than the emotional.

He felt strong and confident and powerful.

He could feel the energy moving beneath his skin in gentle waves, warm and tingly.

He hadn't known his body could contain such power.

Simon let out a long, slow breath that tickled Danya's neck and stretched out.

"Morning."

Danya propped himself up on an elbow so that he could see Simon better.

When their eyes met, it felt like they were truly looking at one another for the first time.

"Good morning."

Simon tucked the blanket back around Danya's shoulder where it had been starting to fall off.

"How're you?"

"Good. You?"

Simon smiled.

"Yeah. Good."

Gaira's voice carried over the stacks of supplies.

"Are you two finally awake?"

They had a quick breakfast of some kind of soft grain soaked in water.

It tasted of very little but it filled Danya up quickly.

Nobody commented on how unnecessarily closely he was sitting to Simon.

Once they had finished eating, Gaira led them outside to Noni.

"Ah, there you two are."

Noni set a box of nails she'd been counting aside on a tree stump as she turned to them.

"Simon, have you ever cut down a tree before?"

"Yes, I've had some experience."

"Good."

Noni pointed behind her to a group of mages gathered near the treeline.

"Go and join Sharn's group. They'll put you to work."

As Simon obeyed Danya went to follow him but Noni stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"I have something else for you to do."

Danya watched Simon approach the mages.

The looks they were giving him weren't the most friendly.

"They won't be unkind to him, will they?"

"They won't hurt him. I can't make any promises about their manners."

"Well, I don't suppose I can guarantee Simon's, either."

Danya stopped worrying over Simon and turned his full attention to Noni.

"What did you want me to do?"

"I'm told you have a surprising proficiency with battle magic considering you've had no formal training."

"I'm not sure how impressive my skills are but I suppose from the perspective that I ought to have none at all any amount of ability is notable."

"Mm. It's clear you have potential. I'd like to see you meet it."

She nodded to Gaira, who'd been waiting silently behind him up until now.

"You'll be training with Gaira today."

"Yup and I've got a full day planned for you," Gaira said as Noni went back to counting nails.

"You all balanced out properly?"

"Yes, I'm very good," Danya told Gaira as he followed her towards a clearing on the other side of the houses.

She shot him a grin over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I thought so. Did Simon lie to us about your relationship or was last night something new?"

"Ah, yes."

Danya dropped his gaze, but he was smiling.

"That was new."

"Well, congratulations. I'd ask if you're happy with all that or whatever, but I've seen the way you've been looking at him all morning so I think your feelings on the matter are pretty obvious."

She turned to face him and squared her stance.

"Ready to get started?"

"Yes, I think I am."

Gaira never stopped being friendly but she did not go easy on him.

The first thing she did was have him form a shield, then she threw a ball of energy at him.

The shield held, sort of but the force of the impact still knocked Danya onto his backside.

Gaira laughed.

"Yup, thought so. Beginner's mistake."

She showed him how to reshape his shield with a curve so that it cut through and deflected force rather than absorbing it.

The next ball of energy she sent his way staggered him but he stayed on his feet.

When they paused for lunch Delton came by with Kin and Ranor trailing after him and waved a tape measure at Danya.

"I need to measure you for some new clothes."

"Oh, okay," Danya said as he stood.

"Do you make them?"

"Yup," Delton said. "I used to do costuming in the theatre, which is basically the same. Hold your arms out."

Danya obliged and Delton read out the first measurement to Ranor, who obediently jotted it down.

Gaira sat and watched them as she nibbled on a biscuit.

"Put those two to work, have you?"

"Yup."

Delton wrapped the tape measure around Danya's bicep.

"Noni wasn't sure what to do with children. My advice was to let them try a bit of everything and see what they gravitate towards, so they're helping me with this first. We'll probably all take turns with it at some point."

Danya turned when Delton nudged him.

"I'm going to teach Kin how to fix things, so you have to think of something else to teach him, Danya," Ranor said. "I bet Noni doesn't want him to learn any dumb Companion stuff, though."

"It's not dumb," Kin insisted.

Gaira made a face.

"He's a kid."

"For a Companion, the public performance shouldn't be about sex," Danya pointed out. "That's gauche. It's about how you hold yourself, how you interact with others. Etiquette. But of course he's much too young to be sold as a Companion, so he would only be learning for now."

Kin nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes. I want to learn."

"Not to be a Companion," Danya stressed. "To pretend to be one when it's useful."

"But I am..."

"No," Danya said. "You're not anymore and neither am I. When you stop wanting to really be a Companion, come to me and I'll show you how to pretend."

Kin folded his small arms over his chest.

"That will be never."

"Then I suppose I'll teach you how to chill water."

"I want to learn too," Ranor said.

"Yes, I'll teach you as well."

Delton tapped Danya's hip to get his attention from where he was kneeling on the ground next to him.

"I need to measure around your thigh. Is it okay if I lift your robe a little bit? I won't touch you more than I need to."

"You're not making robes for me?"

"They stick out too much and are terrible for fighting in," Gaira explained.

"He'll make you a few shirts and pairs of pants."

"You can still keep your robe to wear to relax in, if that's what's most comfortable for you," Delton assured Danya.

Danya let out a sigh and nodded.

He'd never worn anything but robes before.

"Yes, you can measure around my thigh. You don't have to ask. I'm used to this sort of contact."

"I hope you don't find it to be too much of a bother, or condescending, but I intend to ask anyway. Every time. I want this place to be different for you. In a good way."

Danya gave him a smile.

"Yes. I'm starting to think it might be."

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Chie’s birthday. An occasion to celebrate and yet, no ideas of what to give. The present Naoto had been given sent... signals of some kind, of which she had not managed to decipher yet. Of all the things to be given, an article of clothing had not been high up on the list. While she had taken it into consideration, at most, exercise clothes were the extent of what had been expected.

At any rate, her present couldn’t be clothes. Her sense of fashion was ‘old’, ‘out of date’, ‘something an old man would wear’, all of which Naoto deftly ignored. Of all the things to criticize, it was aimed at the most inconsequential part. What, did she go out in public and wear a cravat?

And yet, clothes happened to be her pick.

The haori was nothing extravagant like the one Chie had picked. Simple, light green (wasabi green, according to the woman at the counter), dark green used to create the floral design. To put it simply, it felt right.

Much like on her own birthday, Naoto sends a text, telling Chie to meet her under the gazebo by the Samegawa. The package, wrapped in silver paper, sits on the bench, becoming more and more dejected the longer she stares.

She should have picked a windbreaker, a kung fu DVD, a generous sum of money to spend, anything but clothes. Anything but a green version of Chie’s birthday present for her.

“Satonaka,” she says, just as soon as the target of the hour shows, “today is your birthday. The box on the table contains your present. Please open it.” How did Chie pitch the present? It had sounded more... relaxed, friendly, things Naoto wasn’t.

Not much she can do now.

Like many good memories and enjoyable moments, they all soon came to their end. Another birthday wrapped up nicely in Chie's favor, spending equal time with her parents at home on top of celebrating around town with numerous friends. Free steak skewers and topsicles for the birthday girl! Celebrations waned towards a close just as sunset changed the familiar blues and whites of Inaba's summer sky. Relaxing at home with her large, lap dog sounded like a pleasant way to wrap up her special day...

...but not until Chie had one last friend to see.

"Naoto-kuuun!! I'm coming!!" Speak of the loudest girl in town and soon she ran the rest of her way towards the detective. Comfy shorts with a white tank top made for a perfect summer fit, unlike most of Naoto's clothes. How did she survive in searing temperatures with long pants and thick shoes? That's some serious heat resilience. "I didn't keep you waiting long, did I? Sorry, I know you're probably busy with detective work and stuff." Time always ate away faster when someone found enjoyment out of their day. This had to be quick if Naoto needed to be home before the sky grew dark.

Unlike the detective's precision and carefully crafted moves, the brunette ripped off most of the paper with her hand. A single move shredded pretty wrapping then tossed it on the table. She'd throw it out later.

"...oooooooooo~!" It's a lovely, ornate haori matching the signature colors of Chie's outfits. Light green with swirls of darkened colors connected together into vines and shaped flowers. It...almost matched Naoto's haori, the one she found and gifted months ago. She never saw this color at the thrift boutique. Did Naoto find it there as well? Somewhere else?

It's so...pretty!

The box joined the crumpled mess of paper on the table. Someone appeared too eager to try on her new gift. It was rather easy to slip on overtop her shirt. The sleeves provided room to move her arms without crinkling the fabric, and overall, it made her feel freeing! "Woooooow, it's so light!! Maybe I can throw some punches in this and still look cool!" Badass too.

"I'm a little surprised you decided to gift me something like this!! Not saying it's a bad thing but...it's definitely unexpected. I like it a lot though! You threw me a curveball!" Chie skipped towards the detective, sliding directly on the bench until they touched shoulders. "Not to mention...yours and mine almost look the same, don't they? Does that mean you really want to go to the summer festival with me now? Cuz if that's so-" Her smile grew wider, warmer too, as her hands gently took Naoto's into her cold palms.

"I'd say hell yes!! Let's make it a debut for our new haoris! I bet we can even outbeat the guys and everyone else there!"

#ic #Chie #chibitantei #Better Days - Post P4 Verse #Chie's Birthday 2022 #((better late than never!#your honor look at these girls #they are so....girls))#long post

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softboydrew · 3 years

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nausea and never enough ice cream

The fire crinkled and sparked as the group sat around, marshmallows and coffee's as the cool air blew around them. The woods grew darker and the stars littered the sky causing y/n to close her eyes, feeling Drews soft caresses against her thigh.

Drew's parents decided to invite everyone for a week long cabin getaway, with sweets and boardgames included. Drew and y/n happily accepted the invention by being the first ones to arrive, their excitement bounced around every new comer making Drew's parents marvel over the fact that their loved ones were having a good time.

Today was a long day. Today consisted of fishing, hiking, cooking, and card games... lots and lots of card games. Drew, pleasantly surprised at how competitive y/n was made the games they played even better with light bickering and playful teasing.

But y/n grew tired by six o'clock and she was surprised at how tired she's been getting recently, even before their cabin getaway she'd been feeling off. Restlessness and cravings for Ben and Jerry's increased as days passed, y/n didn't really think anything about it so she never brought it up or gave it a second thought. Ben and Jerry never let her down so she welcomed the newfound cookie dough cravings.

Until two nights ago, violent nausea kicked her hard causing her to stay bedridden. She felt horrible, trying to sweep it under the rug by telling everyone it must have been something she ate. Everyone seemed to agree but not Drew's sister, she let it slide the first night but as she watched y/n worsen she knew that 'bad food' was not making y/n sick.

So, here y/n was, finally up to sitting outside with everyone, sipping on some green tea that Drew's mother had made for her, making sure to add ginger and honey to calm her nausea. She leaned into Drew and shuffled uncomfortably against him, her stomach twisting and turning at the sight of burnt, gooey marshmallows. The smell making her grow pale and groan causing Drew and his sister to snap their focus on y/n.

"What's wrong baby?" he asked in slight panic.

Y/n sat up slowly and held out her hand, motioning for him to stop talking as she set down her mug and took a deep breath to try and settle her stomach. "I- I need to go inside." she nearly whispered.

Drew quickly stood and held out his hands for y/n to hold onto as he helped her up. She screwed her eyes shut as she felt the fire in front of her spin. "It's okay y/n were gonna take you to bed." Drew said as she whimpered at the feeling.

Drew's sister stood and patted y/n's shoulder before calling over for Drew to lead y/n back inside as she held the door for them to enter the warm cabin. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I ate but I feel like it was that chicken." she gagged making him nod in response.

"Probably." Drew's sister said, pressing her lips together to hide what she was really thinking.

"Don't be sorry, you just need some water and some sleep. You'll be all good in the morning." Drew urged making y/n nod as they made their way up the stairs. Their bedroom was one of the bigger rooms, the oak floors and dark green walls called y/n to bed, plopping down onto the pillows and groaning as her stomach churned at the sudden jolt of her body hitting the bed. "I'll go get some water and pepto bismol, need anything else?" Drew asked, leaning down towards y/n and pushing her hair back from her face.

"Get a bin or something so she can have it by the bed." His sister suggested making y/n nod at him. "I've got her." she smiled.

"I'll be right back."

Y/n sighed, snuggling into her pillow as she watched Drew's sister snap her fingers, pointing towards the bathroom and motioning for her to get up.

"What?" y/n questioned as she watched her lock the bedroom door.

"Okay, listen, I have a feeling that chicken isn't making you feel like shit." she said, pulling her from the bed and dragging her to the ensuite.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this!" Drew's sister whisper yelled, pulling out a box of pregnancy tests that she bought at the supermarket earlier in the day from under the sink.

"What the fuck!" y/n nearly yelled making Drew's sister slap her hand over y/n's mouth.

"Just try! You might be pregnant and it's not like it's likely that you aren't!" She said throwing her hands up in the air.

Y/n scoffed as she shook her head and looked around the bathroom in shock at what was being said. "This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

Drew's sister shoved the pink box into y/n's hands with wide eyes as she peered over at the bedroom door. "I suggest doing it now before he comes back. Y/n lets just see." she said. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Y/n gripped onto the box and sighed, her heart fluttered at the thought of carrying a child... her and Drew's child. Her hands began to shake as she began to connect the dots of the days that lead her to this moment. "Fine!"

"Hurry, I'll distract him if he gets back."

Y/n watched as Drew's sister closed the bathroom door leaving her to stand alone in the bathroom that felt like it would cave in on her at any moment. Y/n began taking out the test as she read the instructions and gulped as she unhooked the cap to the test. She froze once she heard Drew knock on the bedroom door, groaning at it being locked.

"Go get, uh, go.. get the dog!" Drew's sister shouted.

"Why?" he yelled.

"Because we- we want him. and y/n wants to cuddle." Y/n sighed in relief as she heard him curse from behind the door and stomp off into the distance. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior, giggling at how his sister covered for her. Y/n cleared her throat as she set the test on the toilet cover and slowly shuffled out of the bathroom with flushed cheeks and worried eyes. "Don't stress, whatever happens I know it will be alright."

Y/n nodded as she sat on the door of the bed, twiddling her thumbs to pass the time as they waited for time to pass. "I think it's ready." she said quietly.

"Okay."

The girls stood and slowly made their way to the bathroom, clutching each others hands tightly as y/n reached for the test. With a pounding heart she flipped the test in her hand, revealing two small red lines on the little circled screen. They bother gasped, the test falling out of y/n's hand and onto the tiled floor, her throat hitching as they both look at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

"Holy shit! You're pregnant!" Y/n nodded, her eyes not being able to focus as she felt Drew's sister throw her arms around her in excitement. "You're gonna be a mom!" She whisper yelled.

"I-" Y/n started the they suddenly heard knocks coming from the bedroom door.

"I got the dog..."

The pair both inhaled as y/n stared at Drew's sister with panicked eyes, her hands shaking as she watched her take the test and hide it in mirrored cabinet. "You don't have to tell him right now. And you know you don't have to keep it if you don't want to." she said quickly, placing her hands on y/n's shoulders.

"thank y-you?" Y/n gulped as she watched the door being unlocked and Drew strolling in with the dog behind him.

"Goodnight guys!" his sister sang, winking at y/n before skipping down the hall.

Y/n watched as Drew placed the bin onto the floor and chucking her newly filled water bottle onto the bed. She watched as he close the door and bend down to pet the dog, cooing and laughing with him.

Drew glanced up at y/n with worried eyes as he watched her dig at her back pocket of her jeans before she quickly shuffled towards the bed. She smiled at him slightly as she watched him lean onto his side, stretching his body over the bed to look over at her. "You feeling any better?" he questioned.

"Mhm."

Drew nodded and reached for her hand, leaning back in surprise as she flinched her hand away and clutch her chest. Drew's eyebrows furrowed knowing that she did that whenever she was stressed or upset. "What?"

"Nothing!" y/n squeaked out as she sat back against the headboard, biting her bottom lip. Her chest tightened at the thought of him being upset with the news, what if he was mad? or what if he walked out? where would she go, because she's at his family's house, she'd be alone and scared if he was mad at her.

Drew chuckled, reaching for her again as he crawled closer to her, "I know you. What's on your mind, pretty girl?" Y/n jumped from the bed making Drew gasp at her sudden movements. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath, placing her hands out for him to stay where he was. "Y/n.."

"Okay just-" Y/n sighed as she paced around the bedroom, "Just listen to what I'm going to tell you because I don't know how to tell you and I don't know how you're gonna react because we never really talked about this."

Drew started at her with pure confusion, he sat up straight as he watched her pace around the room in pure panic. he nodded and arched his hands out for her to take and in couple surprise, she took his hands into hers. He watched her take a deep breath as he smiled at her lovingly, his thumbs caressing her, encouraging her to tell him whatever she had to say.

"Okay."

"I- I love you so much." Y/n started making Drew nod, "And I know that you love me so when people love each other... they... they do things-"

"Are you giving me the sex talk?" Drew laughed loudly. "Because if you are then I'm sorry to inform you but I-"

"I'm pregnant." Y/n blurted.

Drew's eyes shot up and a gasp fell from y/n's lips as he jumped off the bed, his frame towering over her small one causing her heart to drop as she watched him walk away from her. "You're pregnant." He said with his back facing y/n.

"I just took the test. Yes.."

Drew jumped up, his fist pumping the air as he turned around, jumping side to side like a jumping bean causing y/n to cover her hands over her mouth as she laughed. Drew quickly made his way over to her and threw his arms around her, y/n squealed as he picked her up effortlessly and spun her around once, twice, three times as her laughter vibrated between them. "I'm going to be a father?"

"Yes." y/n hummed as he set her down, his hands cupping her cheeks into his hands as he watched tears pool at the corner of er eyes.

"We're going to be be parents. We made a tiny human!" Drew nearly screamed as he poked y/n's stomach lovingly.

She giggled at his touch and nodded, pulling out the test from her back jean pocket, "See!" she said holding the test in between them both.

"About time I put a baby in you." Drew smirked.

"Oh, so this was your plan all along?" y/n teased making drew chuckle as he pulled her towards the bed with a plop- causing them to both giggle in bliss.

"Definitely." he teased before tracing spongy kisses against her soft skin, y/n's giggles filling the room as she ran her fingers into his hair as he hovered over her. "Having a little you or me running around it everything." "I love you so much. And I'll love our baby... so, so much." Drew whispered.

"We know." Y/n hummed, gripping Drew's hand and placing it over her soon to be ballon like stomach. "We love you too, so much."

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