#''because you could be bothering them and confusing them 🥺 they might not understand and i might get strikes against me 🥺 by mistake 🥺''

[blueblossomrose]

Pleaseeeee I wanna see more on leona from the parent thing 🥺

Course! Here we go!

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, Leona being a tired dad, fem!afab!mc, fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Being a father was never something that really crossed his mind. Dealing with Cheka, and his own childhood problems, made him skeptical about the idea.

MC kind of knew about it, but she was ready to tell him anyway.

Leona was surprised and at the same time not. He wouldn't verbalize about it, but after the wedding, his mind turned to children for the first time.

He wouldn't say it was a desire to have children, but more like a concept, imagination.

Well, now he didn't have to imagine anymore.

In the first few months, he's sounds neutral. He doesn't hate it, but he has confused mixed feelings about it.

He doesn't feel the huge appeal, and deep down that makes him angry and sad.

Because he knows he's probably not making you feel safe, because he knows he is behaving exactly like his own parents, ignorants of love.

He refuses to ask Farena anything at first, but it gets to a point where he's so upset that he ends up venting to him.

Farena was straightforward in pointing out that Leona doesn't need to force himself to be something he's not. That he doesn't need to doubt his own emotions because of other people's emotions.

And after this conversation, he goes to talk to MC. She, despite being slightly confused too, didn't crucify him for it. Leona continued to protect her with all his might throughout her pregnancy.

When MC's belly grows and he feels the first kick, his mental confusion worsened, conflicting feelings hitting each other, and even though he still seemed indifferent... there was something between and MC notice.

When he held the babies in his arms for the first time, however... his gaze, which had been different, changed completely.

He loved those children. There was no way he could hate them.

He was: "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to them."

And MC was: "I know 😊"

He is a tired father, as expected of him. Yet, he's doing well there.

One of the common scenes is him lying on your lap while you fold clothes or do some other activity, and your children on top of him, pulling his ears and tail while he sleeps.

When they are babies, Leona is ok to stay up with them while MC sleeps. He understands how tiring it is. Plus, he likes to feel important when he sees that the little ones fall asleep more easily when they are in his arms.

Many times you wake up with the babies on top of you because Leona put them in bed to sleep with you two.

As the babies grow, you notice more clearly how docile Leona is with his daughter.

As if anything Zuri asked for, Leona would give it to her.

He would play with her dolls wearing a pink dress if she asked.

Which honestly wouldn't be impossible for her to ask for. Zuri is very demanding.

Totally different from Zayne and Sekani. Zayne is calmer, really quiet. Sekani is a shy, very sweet boy, and slightly fearful...

Zayne enjoys playing board games even at a young age. Leona doesn't mind playing with him often. It's pretty funny when sometimes he ends up losing and looks at his 6 year old son like this: 🤨

He compliments Zayne anyway.

Sekani is undeniably more attached to his mother, since he is the type of child who likes to be pampered with affection and MC is always holding him in her arms.

But Leona also showers him with affection (in a more discreet way), so he enjoys being with his father as well. Leona makes him feel safe, so whenever he is scared, Sekani runs to his father.

Despite sometimes complaining, Leona spends a lot of time with them. A lot of time. MC soon realizes that it is him giving his children the affection and attention that he did not receive.

Also, Cheka joins his cousins to go and bother his uncle. He loves having someone to play with now!

Leona having his three children and nephew glued to him 24 hours a day. Okay, maybe I exaggerated. 8 hours a day.

MC often joins in on the fun. When playing tag, Leona is usually quick to catch her because he knows where she usually hides. He will jump on you without mercy and probably scare you, but he will quickly make you laugh with involuntary tickles.

Leona finds the kids easily. And the kids can find you easily when it's their turn. Hide and seek with beastmen is no fun.

At the end of the day, Leona watches you sleeping in his arms along with the children... and he thinks that love and being loved like that isn't bad at all.

[crehador]

lmaoooooo

this is a bit wordy so let me summarize

Question: Would you post evidence that you have permission to post the art on your blog? No, I won't—primarily for one reason: 1. I don't have any.

how often do you think "republished w/ permission" art reposters are just fucking lying? because i'm seeing loads of reposted art from artists i recognize who i know for a fact have "do not repost my work" in their bios

it'd be one thing if someone publicly asked for permission to repost and received it, but i've checked the comments of the og posts in these cases and no such confirmation exists. is it possible permission was granted in private communications? sure. likely? doubtful

[artedimichelangelo]

Hi love! I am in need of some fluff for Aegon 🥺 may I request something with him falling in love with reader who is his aunt / Alicent's sister and trying to prove himself to her? Only if you are comfortable with it of course 😇 thanks!

My heart is yours, as yours is mine - Aegon Targaryen x Hightower!Fem!Reader

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I know it's late and I think that this is not even really good, I tried my best on this one and I hope you like it. I also added a few lines from "Dangerously Yours".

Pairings: Aegon Targaryen x Hightower! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; Targaryen inc*st (reader is Alicent's sister); a tiny bit of angst; fluff; kinda ugly results of my writing, I don't think I did a good job on this one; let me know if there is something else that I might have forgotten.

Word Count: 790 (a really short one as you can see).

Issa gevie rūklon: My beautiful flower.

Whenever Y/n entered a room, Aegon longed for her eyes on his figure.

He took every opportunity he had to prove himself to her. To show his aunt how great he was, although he knew he really wasn’t, as his mother always used to tell him.

There were many different reasons why Aegon did that. Y/n looked at him with different eyes, proud ones, as she was the only one to really love him, in his good and especially in his bad moments.

The prince was in love with the young Hightower, another explanation to his odd behaviour.

“Aegon, my dear?” To wake him up from his thoughts was Y/n’s faint voice. "My dear" echoed in his ears like a soft melody from the birds of their majestic gardens.

“Yes? Is there anything you need, aunt?”

The young Targaryen moved his hand towards Y/n, his fingers barely touching her cheek. Almost too afraid to feel her soft skin, afraid he might hurt her in some way.

“I wanted to talk to you about something important.” She sat opposite to him and grabbed his cold hands into her warm ones, their fingers almost intertwining. “So I shall require your utmost attention.”

Aegon gave her a confused look, his breath stopping for a second. The worst case scenario flooding his head: what if someone hurt her? What if someone tried to touch her? Was she perhaps getting married?

He nodded, signalling her to proceed.

“As someone who deeply loves you, I must speak the truth.” Her eyes were focused on her nephew, almost as if she could ever detach them from him. Y/n’s emerald green velvet dress glowed faintly under the dim lights of the chamber, showing how it tightened around her curves and how it perfectly matched her voluminous crimson hair. “I believe you are doing too much.”

The prince did not know how to respond. All the words stuck in his throat, almost preventing him from breathing easily. He had by no means expected such an answer, and did not fully understand what she was referring to.

“My sweet and precious treasure, you can barely rest, your dark circles are as violet as the colour of your eyes, you are exhausted from fatigue and pain, and I can sense it perfectly.”

Aegon couldn’t even look at her. He felt embarrassed, guilty for no reason, weak compared to how he had shown himself the previous days, as tears ran down his now scarlet cheeks.

“My brave dragon, do not overwhelm yourself because you do not need to prove anything.” She took the prince’s face in her dainty hands and made him look carefully into her eyes. “Not to your mother and especially not to me.”

Y/n welcomed him into her arms and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her fingers intertwined between the white and silky locks of Aegon’s hair.

The young Targaryen prince could perfectly feel her flowery aroma, almost intoxicating his nostrils. However this did not bother him. Her scent made him feel close to the Gods, as pleasant as it was.

“You are enough, my love. I wish you could see that with my eyes.”

A moment of silence fell between the two. It wasn’t awkward at all. It was quiet and put the two at ease. It made them appreciate the warmth of the flames dancing in the fireplace.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered, but Y/n heard those words clearly.

Everything felt surreal to her at that moment.

“Come again?”

Without any warning, Aegon’s lips quickly found Lady Hightower’s. At first she was taken aback, then she slowly melted into the delightful motion.

Y/n didn’t know if what was happening was right or wrong, but still it was almost impossible for both of them to pull away from each other.

“I love you. You may as well take my heart Y/n, it’s already full of you! I love you like a bee loves a daisy.” Aegon’s violet eyes lit up when they landed on her green ones. “I would die for you, I would kill for you, if that means you are safe.”

Blood flushed her cheeks and her heartbeat grew faster with each word.

They were both aware that no soul in the Seven Kingdoms could be as devoted to the young Hightower as the prince.

“My heart has always been yours, Issa gevie rūklon.”

“And my heart belongs only to you.” She reassured him, although he already knew that.

They were aware that everything would have had consequences in the family.

But it did not matter in that moment, as exchanging pleasant kisses and warm touches was enough to give them a fair amount of peace of mind to worry about the world another time.

[ikamigami]

I'm sad that Eclipse is leaving.. but I think that we'll hear more from him :)

At least today's sams episode confirmed that Eclipse won't die for Solar to live.. I was worried so so much.. but just like Eclipse said their signatures could merge or cancel each other.. so Eclipse needs to leave :(

But I think that we'll hear more from him.. though it's just my feeling..

Also Eclipse wasn't mean to Sun that much.. I think even that he was barely mean.. he had so much more patience towards Sun that it was really melting my heart <3

Eclipse can't convince me that he doesn't care about Sun ^^

And Sun.. he obviously dislikes Eclipse and yet I think that he might rethink some things about him.. just the way Sun seemed surprised not only about why Eclipse is doing it.. but also he seemed worried that Eclipse may disappear..

Same was with Bloodmoon's death.. I really think that Sun feels bad about BM and Eclipse because he feels responsible for how their turned out to be..

And later when he found out from Earth that she's friends with Eclipse.. I think that he realized that Eclipse isn't as bad as the previous versions.. caused he mentioned around that moment that Eclipse asked him for help..

It was sad that Eclipse was surprised that Lunar doesn't hate him anymore 🥺 and Earth's friendship with Eclipse is adorable ^^

I hope that somehow he'll be able to stay in touch with Earth wwwww 💞

I'm also so glad that Earth remids Sun that she loves him and that they're there for him.. but the way Sun reacted to the second thing was a bit concerning.. similarly to when Sun was silent after Earth told him that they'll visit him soon.. it's just.. get me this weird feeling especially combined with Earth's "I love you and you're dear to me, remember about it".. as if Sun was about to die.. but well as if he was planning to do something..

And also Sun once again shifted focus from himself to Earth cause she sufferred more.. and when Earth told him that he can talk to them about his issues he said that he already talked Jack's ear off.. which sounded like he considers his issues to be a bother..

And that combined with the fact that Sun is too tired to clean the Daycare or take care of his cats.. really shows us that he's depressed..

All of this really makes me worried about Sun.. (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

Sun definitely seems to be near the edge.. I really wouldn't be surprised if Sun really either attempted suicide.. or just throw away his life to protect his family (most probably Moon).. and it'll definitely be because of Moon..

I think that thanks to Eclipse's computer Sun is onto that Dark Sun has something to do with why Moon is like that.. and I think that if Sun knew that Moon is gone from where Puppet left him he'd probably add two plus two cause Sun is way smarter than he gives himself credit..

But even if Sun thinks that all of this (Moon's situation) could've been prevented if Eclipse could bring Solar back sooner.. I think that Eclipse is right that Moon still wouldn't listen to Eclipse's plan.. cause Moon is stubborn (mostly because of his ego)..

But I think that Sun will try to help Moon (or at least try to help) now that he's onto that Dark Sun might be scheming something sinister.. Sun will die.. I can feel that 🥲

At the end I'll say that I saw a few comments saying that Sun has Main Character Syndrome.. well I understand where confusion comes from.. cause Sun often acts as if Suns from different dimensions where him.. but Sun doesn't have Main Character Syndrome.. it most probably comes from his delusions.. he thinks that he's linked to the other Suns and he blames himself for what they're doing.. cause remember that Sun told Old Moon how Lord Eclipse was also his fault or rather he tried to say that but Old Moon had to cut him short.. but yeah Sun thought that Eclipse winning in another dimension was his fault.. when most probably that Sun made the deal with Eclipse when the latter was fighting with Bloodmoon at the end of October.. so it was that Sun's fault not ours Sun's.. but Sun's delusions tell him otherwise..

[temis-de-leon]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! Your Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor have a nightmare where he rejected you post is so good! I love it especially Asmodeus can't live without the support of his fans 💕💕, he can't help but compare them despite knowing they're not quite the same ⚖️, he felt like he's ungrateful to his fans despite feeling honoured by their confession 🥺, he rejected with ease but he wanted to comfort them 🫴, he didn't realise how much he missed their love ❤️, he also realise how much they care about him not just his looks 😔 he tried to see the look of love in their eyes but it faded as weeks passed by 🥲, he wondered if they would have look at him again if he had changed himself enough 😞, he noticed how they looked at Lucifer instead 👀, he realised it's too late by how they're looking at Lucifer 💔, they woke up to his sobbing 😭, they couldn't really understand what was he saying ❓, just how badly his state is because of the nightmare 😢, he threw himself at them as he murmured 🫂, what they could hear him say 💔, they realised he isn't conscious 😴, they laid under him while hoping whatever is bothering him will stop 🛑, Beelzebub only sees them as a friend as well as his family matters weighs on his mind 😔, their presence won't change the fact his family isn't complete 😞, his first real interaction with them was when he was willing to kill them over custard (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; they loved thanks to his brothers being fond of them 👍, he gradually grew closer to them when they stayed in his room 👥, he thought their friendship was mutual 👍🫶, he told them how he only seen them platonically when they confessed 🥲, he promised nothing will change but it strained their relationship 😢, he thought about accepting it instead 🤔, the irony is he fell for them when they overcame their crush on him 💔, he woke up wanting to feel some part of them against him 🥺, he wouldn't have let them go if they were here 🫂, he felt unwell but looked around until he saw an empty chair 🪑, they returned to the room & asked if they woke him up ❓, he wanted to make sure they're real but he doesn't know if he deserve to 🥺, he felt detached from his body so he feared he might hurt them 🤕, they had a simple explanation why they left for a short while 📱, he felt relieved when they kissed his forehead 😚, he would do the same to them if he wasn't too tired 😚, they told how he still felt warm so they were about to get a wet towel 🤒, they called him honey 🍯 he's exhausted from pulling them to him 🫂, he kept thinking of them calling him honey 🤭, they reassured him with their words & actions 🥹, Belphegor hated them which I can see it happening 😅, he found their desire to help him amusing 😏, he doesn't think they would be useful to his plan 🤔, he barely tolerated them because he needed their connections 🤐, he listened to them talking while complaining 👂, he was shocked at their feelings but made use of it (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠), he wanted to hurt them but he changed his mind after knowing the truth (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!, he thought they would treat him the same as they did before knowing the truth but was proven wrong 😨, they don't even dare to look at him 😣, he thought his apology was enough (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; they woke up to a loud noise & the scent of lavender 🪻, his words are definitely enough to let them know why it is 🗣️, they're confused but knows he's hiding something 🤐, he asked again which they tried to find a clue ❓, I absolutely love how even they're annoyed with him as he's unclear as well as he did kicked out 👍, they guessed what he wanted to hear but chose the longer route like me 😁, their fingers ran through his hair 👍, he apologised while holding them delicately 👍, they were confused by his second apology 🤨, and he fell asleep by the time they felt brave enough to ask 😴 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) I'll read the next part as soon as I can! - Romance Anon

OH MY GOOOD

ROMANCE?? THANK U! 🩷

How was your summer, omg 🥹 It's been so long

[satsuha]

hi!! correct me if i’m wrong but you played octopath traveller 2 in japanese, right? if so then you might be able to clear up some confusion for me and if i am mistaken then i at least wanna hear your opinion. i’m a fellow hikari/temenos (hikanos? temehika? whatever people call it) shipper!! i love their dynamic. just putting that out there so you know where i’m coming from.

i don’t really like the hikari/agnea ship. i just don’t like the idea of pushing them as a romantic couple just because they have a shared story (which barely even supported them being a thing in the first place imo) and i find the idea of them being supportive friends so much more sweet.

you know that travel banter in agnea’s chapter 2, the one where hikari calls her dances hot? everyone seems to interpret that as romantic and it’s constantly written as a scene that pushes their relationship in that direction. i just don’t get it? because to me that scene felt like a very obvious demonstration of “hikari is awkward socially and he’s just copying what someone else said because he can tell it’s a nice compliment when coming from that person and wants to imitate it”. i don’t know if it’s just the fact that i’m aromantic and autistic so i prefer to put neurodivergent meanings to these things but that was so clearly what it was to me. and then everyone made it romantic? idk i just hate that, i feel like it takes so much away from both of their characters to force a relationship from that.

i’m wondering if it’s a translation thing. does it read as a more romantic interaction in japanese? if so then i’m far more willing to accept it. but if not then i’m just so confused about this and i wish people would talk more about hikari being a neurodivergent icon (also hikari/temenos is sooo underappreciated it makes me so sad so maybe i’m just biased idk)

sorry this was super long i hope you’re okay with me rambling like this!! if not feel free to ignore it

hi thanks for the ask! and i'm happy to see a fellow temehika enjoyer 🥺

i need to preface this with the fact that i don't have a japanese education, and though i have picked up on things on social media and such, i could definitely still get things wrong! with that being said, here's my take on it under the cut:

anyway yes! i played octopath2 with japanese voice, and am now replaying it in korean text (has a vocabulary and is grammatically similar to japanese, and a language i can actually understand)! i also cross-check a lot of stuff with the original japanese text, so i did that for the banter you're mentioning just to make sure.

funnily enough, the japanese actually pushes it in the opposite direction... gil uses the english word "hot" in his speech, hence hikari's (and agnea's, initially) confusion at it since it isn't a word that exists in the japanese language. and as far as i can find, "hot" (the english loanword) doesn't have the same connotations as english of being "sexy". the sources i can find online list "new, trendy", "spicy or hot (food/drink)" and "intense" as definitions, but i can't find anything that matches the common english interpretation.

in gil's case, i would say he's either going for the "intense" or "popular, trendy" definition, and given that he treats agnea like a kid (literally calling her "kid" in english and "嬢ちゃん" in japanese, something like "little lady"), i don't think his intent was romantically or sexually charged when he used the word to refer to her.

(sources: weblio and goo)

now, you've probably seen that i'm biased against this ship as well so there's that to keep in mind but... yeah, in my opinion this was absolutely not supposed to be a romantic thing, and while i can't fully speak on the localization's decision to just keep the word "hot" as is, it bothers me that they either failed to realize or were trying to push the added connotation in english.

at the same time, i know a lot of english fans tend to not care about the original text at all and the localization is meant to work as a replacement for it if you don't know the original language, so i can't completely fault people for taking it that way... unfortunately i am a nitpicker and also a translation nerd and in this case i blame the english version for having that added nuance which did not help!

also i complained about this enough elsewhere but none of their later banters have any kind of interesting topic that tells you more about either of the characters so i don't even think this one works as a turning point for their relationship ...

but yeah anyway again, thanks for the ask! i don't always feel very comfy with analyzing japanese since i don't actually speak it, but unfortunately there isn't anyone else doing this kind of comparison so... i'm always happy to answer and look into it if anyone is curious about anything!!

[ambrossart]

Hi💓

This is just me ranting about the little/big details you gave out throughout the story that I understood just now. The fact that she always researched his interests (going to the concerts, reading his favorites books) BUT he also did. He stated in the flashbacks that he didn't like horror, but the reader was into it and now she finds Creepshow beside his bed 🥺 and the Halloween-themed bit was not forgotten.

The insecurity she felt when his previous experiences were hinted (I don't know if it was intentional but the fact that he looked for a condom in his wallet and it wasn't there means there once was one..or many) but then he reassured her with a silly joke to make her feel better. That was one of the sweetest moments.

The sweetest was when he told her how much he missed her, which makes me look forward to the future stories about their past.

Also, does Gareth dislike the reader? 👀I kinda sensed it in one of your responses so it made me wonder if he dislikes her or he's mad at her for ruining the campaign back then or he's jealous his bff found a girlfriend 😆

Hope I don't bother you with all this unnecessary text

Have a nice day ♥️

Hi! I'm gonna answer your lovely rant with another rant 💖

One of the things I love most about their relationship is how it develops naturally while bonding over their hobbies/interests. They may not have the exact same interests, but they do have compatible interests, so while there still has to be some give-and-take, it doesn't have to be forced for either of them.

For example, she's not a huge fan of D&D (the mechanics are too confusing) but she loves reading, so the storytelling aspect of the game greatly appeals to her. If it didn't, she would have to fake it, and Eddie would know she was faking it. Instead, she lets her imagination run wild (oftentimes ignoring the game mechanics completely) and drags Eddie along with her, giving him a much-needed break from the monotony of Scottie's stale storylines.

I could go on an entirely separate rant about how these two are wonderfully compatible, but I won't.

Their having separate interests also creates some hilarious misunderstandings, particularly for Eddie because he almost never understands her references. Back in middle school, this caused him to overlook several hints that she likes him:

She calls him Halloween-themed. He takes it as an insult even though she literally follows it up with, "Halloween's my favorite holiday." Hint hint.

The most obvious one is in the flashback in the finale. After the reader betrays him and Eddie gets upset, she suggests they journey into the Underworld to get Eddie's character's soul back and she references the legend of Orpheus and Eurydice, a tragedy about two lovers separated by death.

BUT as you pointed out, Eddie has made an effort to learn more about her hobbies just like she has done with him. He was never a fan of horror, but she finds Creepshow next to his bed, which isn’t just any horror comic. It’s a comic based on a movie that was directed by George A. Romero. In part 9, the reader says she’s a huge fan of George A. Romero and considers Night of the Living Dead the greatest horror movie of all time, which is also probably why Eddie decided to awkwardly throw a zombie reference into his big love confession in the finale. He knows she loves zombies and horror. The timing wasn’t great, but his heart was in the right place.

ANYWAY, FINALLY MOVING ON:

Yes, it was intentional to have Eddie instinctively check his wallet only to realize he doesn't have a condom. This boy is not a virgin. He’s not as experienced as the reader assumes he is, but he has had sex a few times. He’s a good-looking guy, and even though he claims most girls are afraid of him, some girls are bound to have gotten a little curious. He alluded to this in part 7. Most girls are scared, but some look at him and assume he’s really dangerous and might be into some kinky shit. He really isn’t, but with the right person, he might be willing to give it a go. 😏

We’ll touch more on this later because, sweet as that moment was, Eddie didn’t completely vanquish her insecurities regarding his dating/sexual history.

And finally, yes, Gareth and the reader have a slightly combative history. Mostly, this is because of Eddie’s dislike for her in middle school. She was the big enemy coming to ruin the campaign, and Gareth was very eager to answer Eddie’s call to arms because he has his own problems with her...

Eddie might’ve declared a truce with her, but Gareth didn’t. For him, the war is still on 😂

[seitmai]

Ok these two always make me cry so obviously I have a lot of things to say...

You spent more time at Jake’s side than you did in your own hospital room. It often got you in trouble. There was even one particular time when you were still in a wheelchair, where you’d decided to take yourself down the hall to see him. It didn’t go over very well with the orderlies. Your team of doctors and nurses alike were furious with you. But they understood the burning desire to be with the one you loved. They understood and could recognise the early stages of post-traumatic stress disorder. They could see the signs of codependency. They could see that you were more at ease by Jake Seresin’s side than you were by yourself.

That's rough 💔 but after all they have been through together, this is the least thing to worry about imo

Once he asked he couldn’t take back such a charged question. “Was there ever a moment where you wished–” He didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he was asking.  “Every day,” You interrupted as you sat perched in the world’s most unsupportive, uncomfortable hospital chair known to man. “I prayed for death more than I prayed to be rescued, Rooster.” You knew Bradley was prepared to hear you say that, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask if he didn’t already believe to some extent that you would have prayed for the sweet release of death.

Bradley probably had a hinge on what the answer would be, but I think it's important that he heard it, to truly understand better why she is clinging to Jake's side like a lifeline because to her all these months it has been and still is

Again you couldn’t help but to laugh, this time with more intention. Bradley could see it in your eyes though, you wished Jake was awake to laugh at his own stupidity with you. 

🥺🥺🥺

“He even hated the way she ate her food, with purpose and intention.” Bradley laughed to himself as he looked down at where Jake was lying unresponsive in his hospital bed. “Mother fucker had hate confused with love though.”  “What do you mean?” “He loves everything about you Hollywood,” Bradley sighed as he tried to keep the tears in his eyes from welling too much. It wasn’t his time to cry. No. For you, he had to be strong. “I can remember giving him so much shit for it, he was droning on about how he hated the way you always beat him at his own game.” You could feel the heat in your cheeks rising as Rooster crouched down before you. His hands were gentle atop your blanket-covered knees. “Han–Jake, loved you before he even knew he loved you.” 

They were just meant to be... in another universe they might just have been enemies to lovers, slowburn, a drunk hook up after an evening at the Hard Deck and Jake figuring out that his hate is love and reveal it. But after all and no matter what, ending up together, as they should be and are in every universe 🫶🏻

“Uh, I really think you should just get maybe like, a solid half an hour at the minimum?” Bradley replied as he stood with his hands resting slightly cunty on his hips. “Jake would–” Before Rooster got the chance to finish, you deadpanned him. His blood ran cold when you glared his way. A look he never wanted to be on the receiving end of ever again. 

That look just sounds haunting, so there is no comparison to receiving it

“They made Jake watch a lot of things happen to me,” Bradley had no idea where you were going with this. But he chose to listen regardless. “They made him watch them rape me, over and over again.” You paused just to listen to Jake’s heart rate monitor. The rhythmic beeping soothed your troubled heart in a way you felt ungrateful to experience. Sure Jake was in the hospital after being held as a prisoner of war…but at least he was alive. 

But are least he was alive 😭💔🥺

“They forced him to hurt me, they used him against me in ways I wish I could describe to you right now,” You began to shake your head as your tears ricocheted down your heated cheeks. “‘Don’t look away. Don’t look away Seresin’–on goddamn repeat, while I was cut and used and beaten until I could barely breathe and without fail after everything was said and done he was still there.” Bradley could very much see you unraveling right before him. He didn’t recognise the look in your eye. He chose to take a few cautious steps back towards the door, giving you some space and himself some distance. “He was there for me to crawl home to even when I couldn’t see,” Your voice softened as you looked over at Jake. Bradley saw it, the moment your eyes caught the rise and fall of Jakes chest. God, it broke his heart. All of this did. 

Not just Bradley's 💔

“So no–” You hissed. “I will not be leaving his side and I will not sleep until I get to tell him that I love him and not until I get to see him wake up,” You explained for the last time. You were sick and tired of people telling you to rest. To sleep. To take care of yourself. They didn’t know what you had been through. They didn’t understand what you were going through. They didn’t understand what it was like to witness torture, to experience hell day in and day out. “Do you understand?”   

Oh no this is not good..

“Let go of me!” You cried out as a handful of nurses approached Jake’s room. They saw the look of utter shock plastered across Bradley’s face. “LET ME GO!” You shouted again as you violently kicked and thrashed against Rooster as your feet left the ground. “I don’t know what I said to set her off like this?” Explaining himself to the nurses, Bradley held you tight as you fought against him. “JAKE!!!” You cried out in unimaginable terror. 

Bone chilling and heartbreaking at the same time 🥺💔

“She’s in a bad way, they both are.” Rooster groaned in frustration. Not at you or Jake, but at the situation as a whole. “Someone needs to be held responsible for all of this.”  “I’m just the night nurse, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” One of the nurses replied much to Roosters’ shock.

Lol what did he expect she would say

He was venting more so than looking for a response. “But if I were gonna start somewhere, I’d start with having a conversation with her father.” 

Uhhh I wanna know more about this 🤔🧐

Day Twenty Two [Do Not Look Away]

Summary: After the events of Bruises, Bradley comes face to face with his new reality. You’re experiencing a physical manifestation of PTSD and Jake’s still in a coma.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x F!reader. Mentions of death. Mentions of Sexual assault/rape. Mentions of torture/violence. Bad medical portrayals. PTSD induced psychosis

Word Count: 2.7k

Whumptober Prompt Day Twenty-Two: Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.”

Author Note: Please make sure you read the warnings provided. Disclaimer: I do not condone nor endorse the actions that are written about during the month of October. These works of fiction are just that, fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for this year's prompt list.

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In a recent experiment, scientists observed that single human cells in a petri dish will seek each other out…and adhere to each other to form new connections. When cells team up, they become stronger. They thrive and evolve and eventually become something that their single selves ever could have been alone. 

“I don’t want to pry,” Bradley’s voice broke through the deafening silence that lingered between the two of you as you sat at Jake’s beside. The only other sounds that filtered through were the humming of life-saving machines and the incessant beeping of medical equipment. “I can’t even begin to relate to what you’ve both been through,” Bradley continued as you looked over to where he was standing. Right at the foot of Jake’s hospital bed.

You spent more time at Jake’s side than you did in your own hospital room. It often got you in trouble. There was even one particular time when you were still in a wheelchair, where you’d decided to take yourself down the hall to see him. It didn’t go over very well with the orderlies. Your team of doctors and nurses alike were furious with you. But they understood the burning desire to be with the one you loved. They understood and could recognise the early stages of post-traumatic stress disorder. They could see the signs of codependency. 

They could see that you were more at ease by Jake Seresin’s side than you were by yourself. Once your primary doctor had signed off on it, you were essentially treated at Jake’s bedside permanently. Screw hospital policies and politics. 

Rooster’s hands gripped the railing at the end of the bed with such a force you thought his grip alone might crumple the metal. But it never wavered. The metal held strong under the pressure Bradley was putting it under. Much like Jake who never gave up on you. 

“But–” Bradley paused one final time before the question left his mouth forever. Once he asked he couldn’t take back such a charged question. “Was there ever a moment where you wished–” He didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he was asking. 

“Every day,” You interrupted as you sat perched in the world’s most unsupportive, uncomfortable hospital chair known to man. “I prayed for death more than I prayed to be rescued, Rooster.” You knew Bradley was prepared to hear you say that, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask if he didn’t already believe to some extent that you would have prayed for the sweet release of death. “But Jake kept me going even when I wanted to die.”

“I–” Even though Bradley knew that answer was coming, it didn’t make it any easier to hear. “I’m so sorry, Y/n,” Bradley sighed as he shook his head in disbelief. “It should have been me.” 

“I wouldn’t wish any of this on my worst enemy, Bradshaw,” You replied as you shivered in the cool of Jake’s bleak hospital room. Rooster saw and quickly made his way over to where spare blankets and pillows were thrown haphazardly. They sat crumpled in a pile on a forgotten chair never used by the neverending list of visitors that cycled through. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” You tried to tell Bradley as he collected a spare blanket. “Rooster–” 

“You know, I remember not long before the mission rolled around,” Rooster explained as he placed the blanket over you. Covering your legs enough to maintain some warmth. “Jake got obliterated one night at the Hard Deck, so much so that Penny actually got a few of us to just drag him out to the front deck by his ankles.” 

You couldn’t help but to chuckle. You were mourning the loss of the version of Jake Seresin you hardly got to know before the mission. But you would have liked to bear witness to some more of his antics. However, you had tried your best to stay clear when you didn’t need to be in his direct vicinity. 

“Sounds like something he’d do.” You smiled softly all the while you looked over your shoulder to where Jake lay still heavily sedated and comatosed. “I miss him so much.” 

“I drove him home that night,” Bradley continued on as he made sure you were warmer than you had been moments before. “He was rambling about some woman, you know, in between when he had his head out the window of the Bronco pealing the paint off with his bile.” 

Again you couldn’t help but to laugh, this time with more intention. Bradley could see it in your eyes though, you wished Jake was awake to laugh at his own stupidity with you. 

“He told me about this woman, how he couldn’t stand her,” Rooster explained as a frown plastered itself across your face. “He couldn’t stand anything about her really, from her smile to the way she laughed without fear of ridicule to the way she just knew how to call him on bullshit before anyone else could,” 

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked with a tone laced with something you didn’t recognise. Rooster knew exactly what it was though. It was jealousy. It was the all-consuming green goblin called jealousy. Who was this other woman Jake was talking about in his drunken rambling and why was she on his mind? 

“He even hated the way she ate her food, with purpose and intention.” Bradley laughed to himself as he looked down at where Jake was lying unresponsive in his hospital bed. “Mother fucker had hate confused with love though.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He loves everything about you Hollywood,” Bradley sighed as he tried to keep the tears in his eyes from welling too much. It wasn’t his time to cry. No. For you, he had to be strong. “I can remember giving him so much shit for it, he was droning on about how he hated the way you always beat him at his own game.” You could feel the heat in your cheeks rising as Rooster crouched down before you. His hands were gentle atop your blanket-covered knees. “Han–Jake, loved you before he even knew he loved you.” 

“What if he doesn’t wake up, Roo?” tears rolled down your face through a pained smile. It was nice to know Jake truly did love you before he saw hell’s most horrible torture performed against you. But it made the fact he wasn’t awake so much harder to handle. “What if he–”

“He will,” Bradley replied as he reached up to wipe the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. “He wouldn’t leave you behind, not after everything you’ve been through, alright?” Rooster wanted confirmation from you. He wanted you to nod. He wanted to see that you were listening to what he was actually saying. “He loves you too much to leave you now, he wouldn’t do that to you, not after fighting every day to keep you two alive.” 

“I wanna be able to tell him that I love him too,” You sobbed in your chair all the while Bradley did his best to comfort you. He looked up at your own monitor. The one that told all the doctors and nurses what your heart was doing. What your stats were. You were still hooked up to IV fluids. “I just wanna hear his voice again.” 

Bradley let the silence linger for a moment as he stood. He couldn’t deny how tired you looked. How weak your movement pattern was. He saw the exhaustion written in between the lines on your face. You needed to rest. You needed to sleep. But getting you to agree to head back to bed even just for an hour would be a battle Rooster wasn’t sure he’d win. 

But you were the woman Jake Seresin loved. A title Bradley would never have but would envy from a viewpoint just shy of the front row. He would forever force himself to watch the man he loved love another human with all the fire and grace he had to offer. Bradley swore that he’d never look away from the gift he’d been given. The gift of witnessing his best friend fall in love. Get married. Have children perhaps. He wanted to be right there in the thick of it. 

So he needed to be your person, even just for a little while. For Jake. For Hangman. For the sandy blonde with the emerald eyes across the bar. For the aviator who knew how to get on his last nerve. For the man who’d risked his life to save his. For the best friend, he never realised he’d lost and subsequently found again. 

“I want you to know I suggest this with so much respect,” Bradley sighed. He tensed a little as if he was bracing for impact. “But I reckon Jake would want me to tell you to get some rest.” 

You listened to what Bradley was saying. His words were something comforting amidst all the pain and suffering you’d endured. He was, if anything, a good friend. You knew that Jake would never truly regret his decision to put his life on the line to save his wingman. But it would be a decision that haunted him every night. Every morning. Every second that passed him by where he had to live in a world where he’d seen you experience the worst of what humanity had to offer. 

And you understood why he was telling you to get some rest. But you couldn’t sleep when your mind would get stuck on a loop. Replaying all the hurt. The pain. The suffering. All in HD while your body tried to recover. 

The mind is dark, wonderful and weird. But the last thing you wanted was your subconscious at the helm. 

“No.” It was a complete sentence. No follow up required. But Rooster thought otherwise. 

“Uh, I really think you should just get maybe like, a solid half an hour at the minimum?” Bradley replied as he stood with his hands resting slightly cunty on his hips. “Jake would–” Before Rooster got the chance to finish, you deadpanned him. His blood ran cold when you glared his way. A look he never wanted to be on the receiving end of ever again. 

“They made Jake watch a lot of things happen to me,” Bradley had no idea where you were going with this. But he chose to listen regardless. “They made him watch them rape me, over and over again.” You paused just to listen to Jake’s heart rate monitor. The rhythmic beeping soothed your troubled heart in a way you felt ungrateful to experience. Sure Jake was in the hospital after being held as a prisoner of war…but at least he was alive. 

“They forced him to watch every time, and said it was always his fault.” Bradley’s heart sank at the thought of having to go through that, let alone watch it unfold. The levels of physical and psychological torture you were describing were almost unbearable to listen to. But for you, he would. “But he never gave them what they wanted. Jake never gave up on me even when he could have.” 

“Y/n–” Again Bradley tried to speak. But you kept talking over him. Just trying to get your point across. 

“They forced him to hurt me, they used him against me in ways I wish I could describe to you right now,” You began to shake your head as your tears ricocheted down your heated cheeks. “‘Don’t look away. Don’t look away Seresin’–on goddamn repeat, while I was cut and used and beaten until I could barely breathe and without fail after everything was said and done he was still there.” Bradley could very much see you unraveling right before him. He didn’t recognise the look in your eye. He chose to take a few cautious steps back towards the door, giving you some space and himself some distance. 

“He was there for me to crawl home to even when I couldn’t see,” Your voice softened as you looked over at Jake. Bradley saw it, the moment your eyes caught the rise and fall of Jakes chest. God, it broke his heart. All of this did. 

“So no–” You hissed. “I will not be leaving his side and I will not sleep until I get to tell him that I love him and not until I get to see him wake up,” You explained for the last time. You were sick and tired of people telling you to rest. To sleep. To take care of yourself. They didn’t know what you had been through. They didn’t understand what you were going through. They didn’t understand what it was like to witness torture, to experience hell day in and day out. “Do you understand?”   

Bradley didn’t respond right away. He simply looked at you with a look you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of. One of sympathy. One of pity. So you snapped. “I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” Your voice echoed down the hall as Rooster backed away even more. He placed his hands where you could see him as if he wanted you to know he wasn’t there to hurt you. 

“Hollywood, take it easy.” Rooster cooed. “It’s me, Rooster.” 

“Get me out of here!” You screamed all the while clawing at the wires and tubes attached to various parts of you. Your arms, chest, stomach. “Let me go!” 

“NURSE!” Bradley called down the hall towards the nurse’s station. He turned his back for five seconds only to turn around to witness you trying to pull the vent from Jake’s throat. The one helping him to breathe. The life-saving piece of equipment you were now messing with. “Fuck! Y/n!” 

“I’ve got you,” You cried as you tried to save Jake. Not understanding you were in the middle of a panic attack mixed with exhaustion. “I’ll save you, I’m here.” 

“Hollywood!” Rooster wrapped his arms around your torso from behind. “Stop it, you’re in the hospital!” 

“Let go of me!” You cried out as a handful of nurses approached Jake’s room. They saw the look of utter shock plastered across Bradley’s face. “LET ME GO!” You shouted again as you violently kicked and thrashed against Rooster as your feet left the ground. 

“I don’t know what I said to set her off like this?” Explaining himself to the nurses, Bradley held you tight as you fought against him. 

“JAKE!!!” You cried out in unimaginable terror. 

“She’s having an attack again,” One of the nurses explained as she jabbed you with a sedative. “Anything will trigger her right now.” 

Bradley listened to your screams get weaker as your body grew heavier in his embrace. He knew you were gone the second your head lulled to the side. 

“She’s in a bad way, they both are.” Rooster groaned in frustration. Not at you or Jake, but at the situation as a whole. “Someone needs to be held responsible for all of this.” 

“I’m just the night nurse, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” One of the nurses replied much to Roosters’ shock. He was venting more so than looking for a response. “But if I were gonna start somewhere, I’d start with having a conversation with her father.” 

Rooster took that note onboard as he carried you back down the hall towards where your empty hospital bed was. A room just as bleak as Jake’s. 

“I got you alright?” Bradley sighed as he laid you down, taking notice of how at peace you looked. So content. So…Sedated. “I’ve got you and I’ve got Jake.” As the nurses followed him in to fix up your machines and copious wires, Rooster took a moment to sit in his torture. Reminding himself of the promise he’d made. “Always.” 

We are an extension of our cells. Just like them, we are programmed to find others…to reach out to one another and find nourishment and love. Much like our cells, we’re not meant to be alone. So once we find each other…

We try our best to hold onto what we’ve got. Even after horrific petri dish experiments.

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[ghoulfriendfangs]

It’s Not That Pervy

NSFW

Mammon x OC, sub!Mammon, panty stealing

A gift for @teeth-farie !! Thank you for being my friend 🥺

Mammon honestly did think it was a good-natured idea, at least until the post-nut clarity set in.

It was his turn to do laundry, and he always did it the same way. He’d text his brothers to leave their hampers at the laundry room, so he could do them all in as quick succession as possible, returning them barely folded and sometimes mismatched. Some of his brothers didn’t trust him with their clothes anymore, especially after the Great Bubbling of 1987.

But Salem still trusted him with theirs.

And look where that got them.

He was scooping the contents into the hamper, grumbling about how he was missing a good race down here, doing the chore he considered to be the closest one could get to torture without jumping headfirst into a pit.

Then he stopped, his mumbled and incoherent complaints dropping from his tongue like chips onto a table.

There, sat nicely on top of a pile as if waiting for him to notice, was a pair of panties. No, that was a silly was to refer to them. These were fully lingerie. It was obvious by the black lace around them, by the crushed velvet exterior. They were a beautiful, radiant gold. Gold…

The best part was the metal loop in the center, it sat right under Salem’s belly button, or it would if it was being worn. There were two small chains, which connected from the loop to the sides. He ran his thumb over them, then the soft fabric, then the lace. He had an innate sense for the worth of sonething, and these were an expensive pair. Almost certainly custom made. Were they made for him? After all, they were HIS color, they had all the aesthetics he himself looked for in clothing. Had they even been worn?

He folded them, heart pumping as he realized how perverted that might have looked to anybody stumbling in. He wasn’t a pervert, though. His brothers, now some of them might sink low enough to steal Salem’s underwear, but not him. He was a classy gentleman.

He assured himself he was as he tucked the folded pair into his jacket pocket. He wasn’t stealing them, he was just keeping them safe. They were a real fancy, delicate pair, probably not even safe for a washing machine. If one of his brothers saw them, they’d certainly wash it like a dope or, worse, steal em. He wasn’t stealing nothing, he was just gonna tell Salem in private about it later, and they’d totally understand.

He finished for now, setting a reminder on his DDD to dry them because if he did not, he’d never remember, and he’d be hung from the ceiling in his own wet clothes.

He made his way back to his room, taking a deep breath.

…Salem!?

He glanced around, confused. He’d definitely smelled them… smelled their… arousal. But they weren’t here. He put his hands in his pocket, confused, and immediately recalled what he’d done as his fingertips touched cold metal and delicate lace.

He locked his door, pulling the lingerie out and examining the details, no longer needing to worry about what it might look like to others.

…

They had to be for him.

It wasn’t just any gold, it was his shade. He pinched the fabric, and yup, it was a perfect match to his favorite sunglasses.

So then, it was ok for him to have them- to keep them here, right? Salem would’ve shown him eventually anyway, they’re probably a gift for him. So it’s ok to hold onto them.

He sits on the couch, finding himself unable to get very comfortable. He’s hard as a rock. He squirms side to side, debating on what to do, on what Salem would think of him.

If it was clearly for him… and dirty anyway… they wouldn’t mind. He could always clean them and give them back.

He unzipped his pants, barely bothering to shove them down his thighs before grabbing at his cock. Quick, he just had to be quick. Nobody would need to know.

Nobody would see him slipping it over his face like a mask, breathing in deeply.

He wasn’t sure if it was because he was a demon, and therefore territorial. Or maybe it was his greed, his desire for every aspect of his human. Or perhaps it was a kink, and he was just horny. But this felt… right. It feels good to envelop himself in the scent of his human. Every breath draws in more, which only serves to further drive him into a frantic state. He pulls at himself, furiously with no restraint nor reservation. He could only think about them, and how much he wished it was the real them he was smelling instead.

The tricky thing is, it came true.

Salem had been watching for a few minutes, deciding how to approach the situation. But upon seeing his cock begin to twitch, they knew one thing; he wasn’t going to be cumming for a while. Not after stealing their undergarments.

They pinched the fabric, lifting the veil from his eyes which contracted in fear.

“SALEM! I, uh, you… th-these ain’t yours!”

“They’re not? Those aren’t the underwear I just bought at Victoria’s 9th Circle?”

“Nope. They’re, uh, mine.”

Mammon closed his eyes, visualizing himself waking up from bed after a bad dream. He’d wake up and see Salem was not there and he’d laugh in relief and go do the laundry for real now.

“Then prove it. Put them on.”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open. Never mind, if he was dreaming, he could afford to sleep in a little longer.

But like… he couldn’t just SAY that.

“Eh… Wh-what!?”

“You heard me, Mams. If they’re yours, they should fit you, right?”

“…yeah, yeah they fit me. They’re mine.”

“Then prove it.”

He rolls his eyes, and bites his lips. He gets up, shimmying off his underwear and pretending he wasn’t already painfully hard from the situation at hand.

He stepped into the pair, slowly dragging them up his legs, averting eye contact. Salem didn’t say anything, yet.

To his credit, they did mostly fit. They framed his ass nicely, and the chains complimented his thighs. Everything fit nicely in, except of course the head of his penis, which desperately poked out the side as if begging for affection.

“It’s a bit small in the front,” they said dryly. “These don’t fit you right.”

“Oh, well they fit me fine when I’m not-“

He’s cut off by his own gasp as Salem forcibly takes him by the head, tucking him back into his panties.

“Spread,” they commanded, and he obeyed. Gently, they fondled him into staying inside the panties, all while his mind rushed. This was the goddamn jackpot.

“Not bad,” Salem smirked, pulling away. They examined their handiwork. “You can keep them.”

“Thank you,” he replies with a little more desperation than he’d hope. Any chance of deceiving Salem was utterly crushed.

So nothing lost, everything gained.

“When I come back tonight… I want you to be wearing them.”

They glanced at his phone.

“Your timer is going off.”

Mammon hated doing the laundry.

Especially when he could feel the tip of his junk rubbing against his pants.

[goldenroutledge]

snowed in

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

wc: 1.1k

warning(s): mild swearing, just fluff 🥺

a/n: creds to @love-me-a-good-prompt for the idea!! this just yelled rafe to me so i had to write it, enjoy! also lets pretend the obx gets snow ok.... idrk if they do but like lets pretend. also dont drag me for putting this under blurbs i kinda went overboard oopsies

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© goldenroutledge , do not copy, steal, or translate my work

When it came to the change of seasons in the weather, you were conflicted. In summer you wished for that crisp, cold air that would give you chills. In winter, you longed for the warm, dewey feeling of the humid air kissing your skin. Your friends and family made fun of you for your indecisiveness, telling you to ‘enjoy it while it lasts’.

Partially taking their advice, you decided to embrace the current weather, no matter what. Although, these days it seemed your luck was rotten in any season. Especially in winter, currently cursing the light grey snow clouds that quilted the sky.

Rafe had come over in the morning, you both enjoying your day together without a care in the world. Tonight was a night you were excited for, looking forward to it for weeks now. In your relationship, you both made it a rule to go out at least once every two weeks. It didn’t seem like much but the way your schedules were lined up didn’t allow for much flexibility. So you took what you could get.

It was Rafe’s turn to pick where he would take you to. He kept the details under wraps, only telling you to wear a gown. Dressing up made you feel confident, and there was no look he loved more on you. Except for no look at all, maybe. He had planned to take you to a Masquerade Ball on the mainland, which was something he thought you’d really enjoy.

Neither of you could be bothered to take a peek out of the window, until Rafe was flipping through the channels on your TV and the news was displayed across the screen. You scanned your eyes over the snow and ice warning, urging everyone to drive with caution if they had to travel.

“Nuh-uh.” Rafe shook his head in disbelief.

You scoffed. “But it’s not even snowing-” You paused immediately after whisking away the curtains, your jaw dropping at the inch or two of snow already coating the ground. Rafe got up to stand beside you, still in disbelief.

“Damnit.” He mumbled as he watched the snow fall down, which was definitely not letting up anytime soon. You were initially confused as to why your boyfriend was so upset over snow, until the reminder of tonight’s date refreshed in your mind.

“No!” You groaned, “What the hell, Mother Nature?”

“Yeah, I don’t think we should drive in that. Too risky, not with my precious cargo with me.” He came to his decision, smiling at you remorsefully.

You sighed. “I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, Rafe! WEEKS!” You exclaimed your anger for the weather.

“I know, baby, me too. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Your voice was monotone, despite your effort to cover up your disappointment. He pulled your head into his chest, letting you wallow for a minute.

His eyes caught the sight of several blankets in your closet through the open door, giving him an idea. “Hey, how about I run you a bubble bath or something.” He offered, trying to keep you out of the room for a little while.

“Sure.” You shrugged, figuring some self-care might bring up your spirits. Rafe did as he said, letting you choose your own bubbles and bath salts that he didn’t understand. You had so many shower products that he wondered how you kept track of them all, or what you used each of them for anyway.

He smiled in satisfaction once he heard your playlist blare from the bathroom, letting him know he was in the clear to start setting up. Rafe chuckled as he rummaged through the many blankets and quilts in your closet, mumbling to himself, “How many of these could one person need?”

But he didn’t care, because your surplus of blankets is what would be saving your sacred date night. He maneuvered your furniture around just right, determined to build a solid fort. Even if he couldn’t whisk you away into the night at the ball, there wasn’t anything stopping you from having a cozy night spent together in a blanket fort.

He was even able to find a few candles to place on your nightstand to create a nice ambience. As he was making the finishing touches, your footsteps could be heard approaching your room. Rafe took a deep breath before carefully exiting the fort he had built to greet you.

“Babe.... what’s all this?” You looked around your not-so-familiar looking bedroom now.

“Oh, nothing. Just made a fort for the two of us. I hate that our night out was ruined so I thought you’d like to watch Christmas movies in here maybe.”

You grinned at your clever boyfriend, all of your sadness from earlier being tossed away at his thoughtful gesture. He took your hand in his before entering after you. You gasped in awe, the inside of the fort looking like it was straight out of a Hallmark commercial. “Rafe! You didn’t have to do all this!”

“Of course I did. You think I was gonna let a little snow ruin our date?” He wrapped his arms around you as you squeezed him in a hug.

“This is beautiful.... I’m genuinely surprised.”

His heart fluttered at your happiness, feeling accomplished. “Well, I’m no expert fort builder but I must say I did a pretty fine job.”

You noticed a plate of your favorite cookies sitting atop the nightstand as well. “My favorite cookies, too? Rafe, you’re an angel.” You gushed.

He chuckled at your now full-mouth, stuffed with a cookie. “Anything for you, sweetheart. Literally. Never did I ever picture myself making a fort.” He expressed honestly.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’ve turned soft, Rafe Cameron.” He shook his head in denial, but that didn’t have much meaning as his head was resting in the crook of your neck, holding you close to him.

“Woman, are we gonna watch Christmas movies or what?” He deflected.

“Sure, babe. Just not-”

“...Frosty the Snowman because it makes you cry. Don’t worry, we don’t have to.” He finished for you, remembering the many times you avoided Frosty the Snowman for that reason.

“Hey! I only cried a little bit, Frosty deserved better.” You huffed in debate.

“Yeah, poor Frosty.” He settled, stealing a cookie out of your hand.

“I’m going to ignore you did that just because I really like the fort.” You poked him with your elbow lightly.

“So, we’re even now?”

You cupped the side of his face and pressed a kiss to his lips, swiping some cookie crumbs in the process. You pulled away and smiled at his dimly lit face.

“Yeah, we’re even now.”

a/n: frosty the snowman’s melting scene will forever make me cry omg 💔💔💔

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