#and of course because I'm me I instantly think about how awful he'd feel around the lu Links

[skyward-floored]

I cannot describe the amount of joy the phrase "some-other purple themed guy" inspires.

Would Zelda's quest in this story take her through dungeons to find the sages, and if it does do you have favorite themes or ideas for some of the ones she'd brave?

(And oh wow, poor Link)

XD well I wasn't sure if I wanted Vaati or not, since he's usually a four swords bad guy and this is a Master Sword situation, but I haven't decided. Someone purple. Maybe Vaati 😂

There's definitely some dungeons she goes through, though I don't have ideas for all of them yet. The one I've thought about most is a crystal-themed one, where you have to push crystals around to reflect light in order to progress. You get the mirror shield here, though I'm thinking because of the dungeon it's in it'll be called the diamond shield or something like that.

That's the one I've thought the most about, but I have a few ideas for some others! I've got a lot of ideas overall for this, I love messing around with it :)

[safetycar-restart]

while i come up with some free use content...... have some bp!charles for tomorrow.....

okay see maybe i'm a bit dense since this includes cunnilingus but it's not f!reader who receives it????? so it counts????? i mean i'd write one either way. doesn't matter!!!!!!

okay well

i'm thinking pulling charles to the restroom at a fancy ferrari event, locking the door behind you for obvious reasons. and it's no surprise that charles is all over you. you're surprised he's not leaking through his suit, not just his underwear.

and, as per usual, he looks like a god either way. that tiny waist. he’d look so good with his leg hiked up against a sink in a restroom at a place full of people and associates who know him for being ferrari's golden boy, getting his cunt ate while he's wearing his expensive suit with the ferrari badge, trousers down at his ankles.

which is exactly what's going on, of course.

he's gripping onto the sink for dear life, his eyes are closed and his mouth is agape, and he's trying so so so hard to be quiet, all that's leaving his lips are pants and soft whimpers, little whispers of "mommy" and "please", but trust me, if he could be loud? he'd be fucking tearing the walls down.

and it's absolutely no surprise as well that he's making a mess when he cums, he's dripping by the time it's all done. he's breathing heavily, repeating "thank you" over and over again as you spill praises into his ear, pulling his panties and his dress pants up. he shifts his legs a little, he feels the... more wet than sticky feeling over his inner thighs and his panties, and he whines at it. and the poor thing can barely walk. his legs are shaking like crazy when he straightens up, and he's relying on you holding him to get him back among the people.

and if they can't tell what happened just now, then that's just amazing.

THE IDEA IS GREAT BUT THE EXECUTION IS NOT BECAUSE. I DON'T KNOW?????? THE MONTH OF NOT WRITING JUST ABSOLUTELY RUINED MY ABILITY TO DO SO??? hope u enjoyed either way i love charles i love u all 🙏🙏🙏

📓 ANON THIS IS BRILLIANT OH MY GOD! NOT WRITING FOR A MONTH HAS CERTAINLY NOT RUINED YOUR WRITING ABILITY I AM IN AWE OF THIS. This is perfect. 10/10. Exactly what kinktober is all about.

Firstly, he would have been horny the entire night. Because of course he is! He's at a fancy event with his mommy! His mommy is in a fancy dress and he's at his mommy's side the entire night and even though he's the one who was invited and his mommy is his plus one, his mommy is the one leading him around and starting most conversations and he feels like a good little slut being shown off.

He behaves himself for about an hour and a half, and then he reaches his tolerance for how long he can stare at your chest in a fancy dress before losing his mind and you need to get him somewhere private before he starts crying. He needs attention! Right now!

You can see it immediately when he gets desperate, moves from having an arm your waist to clinging to your arm, trying to nuzzle against your nest cause he's needy! His mommy needs to help him!!

So you take him to the bathroom, thanking the heavens that the bathrooms are big cubicles with their own sinks. You lock the door behind you, and instantly Charles is on you.

He's whining in your ear, clinging to you because mommy!!

You chuckle at him, pushing him up against the wall and feeling him up. He melts under your touches, relaxing against the door as you unzip him and cup his pussy through his panties. You can feel how wet he is.

He immediately starts to buck against your hand, seeking any stimulation he can. You wish you had the time to tease multiple orgasms out of him, to kiss every inch of him and make him absolutely soak the bed.

But at most you have a couple minutes to make him cum in order to calm him down. So you have to be quick.

He whines when you step away, trying to get closer again because any space is unacceptable, but then you take him by the shoulders and drag him to the sink. You make him lean against the sink, pulling his panties down and parting his thighs.

And oh god he's so turned on. The poor thing! His pussy is bright red so wet, clenching around nothing.

You get down on your knees, because you have to taste him.

You just start by licking his clit, getting into a rhythm of sucking and licking his clit, inserting two fingers into him and curling them upwards to keep pressure on his G spot. He cums embarrassingly quickly, crying out and clenching around your fingers, having to bite on his own hand to keep himself from screaming.

The moment it's over you stand up and pull him against your chest, letting him collapse against you to recover. He breathes hard, mumbling 'thank you' softly against your shoulder, relaxing into your arms.

When he's caught his breath, you pull his panties and pants up, zipping them up for him and then giving him a nice kiss.

"Thank you mommy," he tells you, "you always take such good care of me."

"Of course darling!" you tell him, giving him another kiss for being so good, "you're my good boy!"

He sticks to your side for the rest of the evening, happy and soft, feeling satiated and he genuinely enjoys the rest of the event because he's feeling all soft and subby and his mommy is taking care of him!

[aetheternity]

Did you miss me? ~With the Genshin boys

Synopsis: It's been way too long since your boyfriend last saw you and he's so unbelievably happy you're back. (Just a beautifully fluffy established relationship)

Disclaimer: In Bennett's you are the traveler

Characters: Bennett, Chongyun, Razor and Scaramouche.

Yun Yun (Chongyun)

It'd only been a month since you'd left.

Your work had led you to Fontaine and while you received letter after letter with little trinkets and information detailing even the smallest things regarding Chongyun's day to day it wasn't nearly the same. So when you could finally return to Liyue it was unsurprising that the first thing you set out to do was find Chongyun.

Well, after you'd dropped your belongings off of course.

You hadn't told him you'd be coming home a day early. Opting to surprise him instead. But a less than fruitful search after an hour made you regret it a bit. You'd checked all his usual hangouts as well, Wanmin restaurant, his house, even Xingqiu's workplace but even Xingqiu was out. However upon your exit you did happen to stumble into him. Quite literally as you slammed right into Xingqiu, the pile of books he'd been carrying scattering all around the two of you.

"Uh.. sorry." You both apologized in unison.

"Hey, you have perfect timing Xingqiu, I was just looking for you." You explain as you help him retrieve his scattered items.

"Oh? Well, how can I be of service my liege?"

"Well for starters, sorry about your books." You hand them over with a sheepish grin. "I should've been looking where I was going."

"Don't mention it. I was a bit rattled at first to be truthful but seeing that it was you I bumped into makes me feel a bit better." Xingqiu says with a smile. "Chongyun hasn't stopped bringing up your name in conversation since you departed."

You feel warmth rush to your cheeks and you quickly chuckle rubbing the back of your head. "Ah..ha."

Your sudden embarrassment immediately makes him snicker, a sly smile forming on his lips, "I'm fairly use to it by now." He shifts his hands so that he can pat away any dirt that might have accumulated on his clothes when he fell. "If you're searching for him, he should be meditating on Wuwang hill."

You breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you Xingqiu." You began to walk away but turn in your stride to call out. "I'll come over later to show you the pics from Fontaine!"

He waves to you before replying, "Please do!"

Sure enough Xingqiu had been right on the nose about Chongyun. You walked up to his usual spot to find him perched on a rock and for the briefest moment you ponder why you didn't think to come here yourself. Your immediate thought was to make your presence known so that you wouldn't scare him but he looked so tranquil you opted to watch him for a couple minutes. That is until your decision to inch a little closer snapped a twig beneath your feet.

Too late to inform him of your arrival because the sound snapped his attention instantly, "N-Name!" And in his struggle to get off the rock he slipped backwards onto moist grass slamming his head in the process.

"Yun!" You called as you ran to his side. He groaned but from what you could see as you pulled his body towards yours he wasn't injured too badly. "I'm so sorry, I wanted to surprise you." You admitted

"I didn't mean to fall, but you're back. I'm glad you're back, I can't believe you're here early." He panted, pressing a hand to his stomach.

"Your face looks a bit red, honey." You reach around to his pocket where you know he keeps his popsicles pressing one to his lips and he happily opens his mouth for it. Without any further prompting he slips his arms around your neck mumbling out some words that were nearly inaudible with the popsicle still between his lips. When he leans back you slide a single finger beneath his bangs.

"Aw I wasn't gone that long and you had Xingqiu and Xingling." He bit into the popsicle, face growing a soft shade of pink as he mumbled out more words that you were surprised you understood. When you leaned in he flinched for the briefest moment but ultimately let himself be kissed on the cheek. "Well now that I'm back I can tell you everything that happened. I'll stay with you for the rest of the day."

As he finished his popsicle you hear the smallest whisper of his cool breath, "I'd like that."

Scaramouche Scarmouche maybe he'll do the fandango

You didn't exactly expect much when you'd left for this mission and you hadn't gotten anything either. That's how Scaramouche normally was when you left for missions. He'd, "See you when you got back." But the nights before he'd hold you a little tighter, rub deep circles into your back and kiss your temples and cheeks. Like you were the most fragile thing he'd ever held.

By the time you'd arrived back at headquarters he wasn't even there. So after your report you retreated to his room eager for even the smallest amount of rest. You could've sworn your eyes stayed shut for only a few minutes but when you awoke the room was illuminated only by a couple small lamps in the corner.

You shifted your gaze to the figure at the desk, an unmistakable smile curving over your face. He immediately looked up from the papers scattered across the frame, standing from his seat to approach you on the couch.

"Was starting to think you'd finally kicked the bucket." He greeted with the softest sigh. His knees sliding against the floor. Hand reaching out to cup your cheek.

"You would've cried so loud if I did." You reply, leaning into his palm.

"You went to sleep without a blanket over you. Dumbass, my room is colder than every other room in this building."

"Mm sorry. I thought I could sleep for just a couple minutes." You mumbled shutting your eyes and curling further into the blanket that was draped over your body. "Come lay with me." You say without opening your eyes.

"I'm busy."

"Please." You drone, reaching out for his wrist. "We've been apart for weeks." You groan.

With a small huff he flips the blanket off you before sliding into place by your side. "Thank you." You whisper, closing the distance as much as possible between the two of you. He merely grumbles into your shoulder blade but you immediately feel the weight of his hands on your back. Rubbing tiny circles into your spine. His favorite place finally returned.

Benny Bouken (Bennett)

News traveled fast whenever the hero of Mondstat re-entered the city. So as much as you wanted it to be a surprise that you were back you were also fully prepared for Bennett to know long before you ever made it to him. You did your catching up with some of Mondstat's locals just indulging them in conversation when you happened to walk by and they saw you. Up until you'd finally made your way to the cathedral where you knew Benny normally was.

As per usual there sat your boyfriend being carefully tended to by Barbara and as subtle as you wanted to be it wasn't long before Barbara spotted you waving and calling your name. Bennett nearly jumping from his seat the second he saw your face.

"You're back! Ah I missed you so much!" He squirmed, almost instantly regretting it based on the wince he let out.

"What happened to you this time?" You lowered yourself onto your knees, cupping the skin around a thick bruise on his leg.

"He told me he'd been attacked by some teleporting wolves in Wolvendom? They backed him off a cliff and he rolled down into a ditch." Barbara explained

"Rifthounds?" You reply, eyebrows creasing.

"Yes! I knew you'd remember them from our adventures."

"Are other adventurers aware of these creatures?" Barbara asks

"I'm not sure, I wanted to talk to Katheryne about it but I got escorted to the cathedral by Cyrus as soon as he saw me enter the city." Bennett admits

You press a small kiss to Bennett's cheek standing at his side, "I'll head to her and warn her."

Bennett groaned, "We've only been back together for a couple seconds and you're already off again running errands for me. I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Just relax and heal up. I'm not upset, after all this is what adventurers do." You say "I promise I'll be right back." You rub his sides careful not to disturb any of his injuries.

"You're the best. I don't know how I got so lucky." He sighs softly as you move a hand up to ruffle his hair.

"He should be feeling strong enough to stand by the time you get back." Barbara interjects. You nod and afterwards quickly take your leave.

Razor

Since Razor didn't like crowds or being in cities in general the two of you had split while you headed over to the Irodori festival in Inazuma. It was only for about three weeks but you felt yourself missing your boyfriend more and more as time dwindled on.

He'd only sent you one letter in the time you'd been there but by the time you'd finally received it, it was the day before you were to head back home to Mondstat. The only reason they'd held it so long was probably because it had three pounds of raw meat in it. And reading it after the juices from the meat had soaked onto the paper made it more of a hassle than it should have been but overall you were just glad to be leaving as terrible as that may have sounded.

It'd be pretty hard to surprise your boyfriend and you knew that even before you'd walked halfway through Wolvendom. The whispers of howls around you making your heartbeat race in the best way possible.

"Lupical!" You heard the soft call soon followed by footsteps you recognized immediately. "Lupical!" The call grew louder.

You smiled so brightly dropping your bags as Razor came barreling into you. Nearly knocking you off your feet but you wrapped your arms around his waist steading the two of you with a laugh. "Seems everyone missed me a lot."

"Pack missed you and Razor too." He proclaimed giving your neck a fond lick.

"I missed everyone too." You replied

"Letter! Razor's letter did Name get it?"

"Sorry Sweetie, I didn't get it until the last day I was there. Otherwise I would've sent you one back." You remark, cupping his face with both of your free hands.

Razor nodded understanding, "Come Lupical prepare food for your arrival and.. I want to listen to Name's stories about trip."

You reach out for his hand, squeezing his fingers in your grip. "I'll tell you everything."

[sovasfeather]

Haircut (Cysova / Cyberowl)

Cypher/Sova, 2k words, fluff, trans!Cypher (bc I say so)

"How do you keep your hair so soft all the time?" Jett asked from the seat behind him, her hand racking through the tied locks in awe "I'm jealous, I can never get mine to stay fluffy"

"Because you're always flying everywhere" Phoenix appeared at his side, also touching his hair without permission. "She's right to, pal, how do you do it? You keep your sides shaved perfectly too" Phoenix laughed "Do you leave the compound for a barber or something?"

Sova was going to talk with Viper about sending him alone with those two. One of them? No problem, but the friends were too chaotic together.

"I do not go to a barber" Sova said, pulling away from both to sit comfortably and far from their hands. "I do not leave the base"

"You're boring" Jett pouted "So, you shave and take care of it yourself?"

Sova opened his mouth but Phoenix cut him off.

"Oh wind girl, our local owl is a man of many talents and perfect precision, of course he can take care of his pristine hair" Phoenix said, hugging the girl by her neck, rubbing – and messing – her hair ignoring her shrieks.

Thing is, that wasn't true.

"Fuck!" Sova cursed as he looked at the side of his head in the bathroom mirror, using the towel wrapped around his neck to clean the drop off blood running down his temple. It was the second cut since he started trying to style his hair.

He hissed at the sting. This cut was deeper than the other one. 

He looked through the corner of his eye in the mirror at the other side of his temple. At least the cut was in a similar place; it looked almost symmetrical.

He touched the patch above his right ear, feeling the fuzz with a sigh. It was uneven.

"Are you trying a new hairstyle?" A voice said behind him, making Sova sigh tiredly and roll his eyes. Of course. "The rugged look is not my favorite but for you dear owl I'd make an exception"

Sova dropped the towel around his neck. Thankfully it was a dark blue one, it wouldn't stain with the blood.

"Didn't your parents teach you how to knock, Amir?" He answered, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to look at the sentinel "Or that you don't barge in in rooms that are not yours?"

"I don't recall" the sentinel chuckled, taking off his hat and stepping into the bathroom. He hummed as he inspected the side of Sova's head "It's uneven"

Sova gritted his teeth, turning back to the mirror "I know" he lifted the razor again "You try to shave your head with one hand"

Cypher tapped the start of the sideburn with his gloved finger. It was thanks to his self-control that Sova didn't chase him away. "You need to use a straight razor here to smooth it over"

"And since when are you an expert stylist?"

"Are you joking? How else do you think I achieve this perfect shave?" The sentinel sassed, touching his masked chin. Sova gave him an unimpressed look. "I could help you if you want" Cypher squinted in a smile "I've been told I'm handy with a knife"

Usually it was aimed at him stabbing someone in the back, Sova thought. Still, he didn't doubt Cypher was telling the truth. He was a maker, and also someone who he'd seen using lockpicks in miniature locks.

He had no doubt Cypher would be very careful.

"Would you?" Sova said, a little shy as he opened the cabinet and pulled out a straight razor "Help me?"

The sentinel nodded "of course, Sasha"

He hadn't jumped straight for the knife, which instantly gave Sova confidence in what Cypher was doing. Instead, the sentinel went back to the bedroom and came back with the desk chair, placing it in front of the mirror. He told to Sova sit and adjust the towel around his shoulders. Then, he took off his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater before he was pulling off his gloves.

He was very careful as he raked through Sova's hair, redoing the bun in the process to keep his hair away. Then, taking a deep breath, he took the razor and started working.

Oh, he actually knew what he was doing. Just as he had thought, his hands were scarily steady with the knife as he worked, but he also seemed to know how to shave it just the way Sova always kept it (after a good trip to a barber somewhere in the world).

Sova looked at Cypher through the mirror, the sentinel too focused on his hair to notice it. Cypher's hand wasn't strained, it looked like a practiced motion as he swept the blade over his temple, shaving the hair just long enough not to be completely gone. A perfect stubble.

Maybe Cypher had a stubble too, well kept and soft, unlike Sova's own that he shaved daily, preferring to keep his face completely smooth.

"Do you really have a beard?" The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Well, sue him, he liked knowing things. He'd gotten the terrible habit of asking Cypher things ever since he'd gotten to know his real name.

Instead of using the razor to cut his neck for the audacity, Cypher just hummed and used the towel to clean Sova's ear.

"Only when I forget to shave, but I try to keep a stubble most of the time. It's uncomfortable wearing a mask and also having hair in my chin" Cypher grimaced "It also covers the breather if I'm not careful. When we were trying to catch Fade I forgot to shave for two weeks and my beard grew to be like Breach's. I nearly suffocated myself"

Sova couldn't stop the snort that left his nose, and Cypher held him by his shoulder so he wouldn't move.

"Only two weeks? It took him a month to grow it like that"

"I know. I'm not hairy in general, but my body concentrated all my hormones on my face. My hair and beard grow too fast."

Sova was getting information he did not have and his mouth lost all filters. "Your hair is long too?" He tried to imagine him with his own hair, but the only thing that came to his mind was a ridiculous picture of the sentinel with a wig over the mask.

"Not as long as yours" Cypher softly touched the bun, wiggling it a little with his fingers. "It's only long enough I have to wear it in a short ponytail" Then, he went back to Sova's head, resuming his work on the other side.

He worked in silence for a few minutes until Sova cut it off.

"You've been awfully open with information lately, Amir"

Cypher laughed, tilting Sova's head with his hand for better access. "There's exactly 156 people in the compound that fit that description last time I counted, dear owl"

That man really had the strangest information stored in his mind, didn't he? "It's not like that means something, you're always wearing a mask"

"Do I?" Cypher swiped the knife behind Sova's ear. His tone was teasing.

Wait a minute...

"You don't?!"

Cypher chastised him with a flick of his ear "Don't move, I'll cut you" he hummed "And to answer your question, It's boring, and a little suffocating, always going around with it. I enjoy breathing fresh air sometimes, or as fresh as it can be with us living underground"

"And... aren't you worried someone could find out it's you?"

Cypher shrugged "If they're smart enough to know it's me, maybe they deserve to know. So far, no one has realized" the sentinel smiled sweetly with his eyes, meeting Sova's own through the glass "You haven't noticed so far either, even when I said hello to you"

Cypher...what? "You, you've talked to me?"

The eye roll was really exaggerated "Don't look at me like that, it was passing by, I knew you wouldn't recognize me, most wouldn't exactly look at me and say 'Cypher' " the sentinel chuckled "I do look a lot like an Amir, though" with that, Cypher put down the razor and wiped his sides with the towel, then took the bun and let his hair loose so he'd see the final result "So, what do you think?"

It was perfect. His sideburns looked as short as he liked them, and he had delineated them perfectly around his ears.

"Thank you, Cypher" he answered, his voice completely sincere.

The sentinel nodded at him and took a step back, lifting his gloves and putting his coat back on. "It was my pleasure, Sova. If you ever need help again, I'm one door down" saying that, Cypher tipped the front of his hat in salute and left the bathroom, seconds later closing the bedroom’s door behind himself.

It had been months ago, and so far Sova hadn't even tried to go to a barber or hair salon, preferring to bribe Cypher with gifts or stories in exchange for a haircut every few weeks.

He winced as he walked back to the car, both Jett and Phoenix also stumbling behind himself, groaning in pain after the mission.

It seemed he'd have to pay another visit to Cypher again, the other Phoenix having tried to stop the defusing of the spike with a fireball. He failed, but Sova had been impacted by the fireball, charring his cape, part of his back – it hurted like a motherfucker – and catching part of his hair.

Jett was giving him sad looks all the way back to the base, touching his now loose hair with sadness. He'd probably have to cut a big chunk of it now.

"I feel like I jinxed it" the duelist whined as she touched the charred locks "There was I talking about how well kept it was and now-"

"Hair grows back, Jett" he said kindly, trying not to sit without resting on his back. "I'm more worried about the rest of me though"

And that was true, but only because he was not, in fact, worried about his hair, loving the opportunity to nag Cypher to help him out. He really enjoyed having the man touching and brushing it.

After Skye caught them back in the hangar – laughing at their state for a minute straight – and healed all of them easily, he was getting rid of his unsalvageable tools and armor before he was asking Yoru – who always checked on his friends after a mission – if he has seen the oldest sentinel somewhere.

"He said he was going to work in the first floor this morning, he must still be there"

He was there, as the register of his key on the card reader indicated, but after walking around for a few minutes, he couldn't see Cypher anywhere.

He should be walking around with a ton of papers – the only reason Cypher would come to this part of the compound – but everyone walked around with papers in the place.

Maybe he was unmasked, he thought after a moment.

I enjoy breathing fresh air sometimes, or as fresh as it can be with us living underground.

The first floor was the only place that actually had "fresh air". He must be here, somewhere, but who was he?

Cypher wore a ponytail.

He saw around 8 people that wore them, some blondes, some with darker hair, and even one with pink hair. None of them were screaming Cypher to him.

And then he noticed someone else,  a man that fit the description of his hair, and also was wearing a stubble that looked slightly unkempt, maybe purposely, a style choice. He looked slightly familiar.

You haven't noticed so far either, even when I said hello to you.

He didn't exactly scream Cypher to him.

He watched as the man flicked a pen around his fingers absentmindedly.

But he perfectly looked like an Amir.

He walked up to him, and the man turned to look at him with an honest smirk that reached his eyes. That was until he looked up at the mess of hair around his face.

"What the fuck happened to your hair, Sova?!"

He had been right.

Sova touched part of it with a grimace "I may have gotten into a fight with a fireball and lost" he paused "Would you help me with a haircut, Amir?"

Cypher's mouth lost the surprised look and after a moment contorted in a fond and sweet smile. Finally, he pushed a stack of papers under his arm, using the other hand to touch Sova's damaged locks.

"I'll see what I can do, dear owl"

[thedandelion-writer]

❝sleeping habbits, mondstadt edition❞

Pairings: Diluc x reader, Mona x reader, Kaeya x reader, Jean x reader

A/N: There we go, part 2! Also a modern au :)

<- Liyue edition

Diluc hardly ever sleeps deeply

Some days, he'd even wake at the slightest sound

He feels the most vulnerable when asleep, thus the hyperawareness

You snort and thinks it's funny. Relax Diluc, no one's going to murder you in your sleep!

Right..?

On the days where you would come into bed after he was already turned in, you had to tiptoe around as if you were afraid of disturbing a baby. Even your breathing was silent.

The amount of sound that would wake him up varied. But you weren't sure if today was especially bad, as in footsteps could wake him up bad, or if it was mild, as in even the rustling of the covers would be okay.

It was all going well so far. You've slipped into sleepwear and was just about to settle in, mentally congratulating yourself. But maybe you thought you were in the clear too soon, because as soon as your weight hit the bed, it creaked.

You cringed inwardly, slapping a hand over your eyes as Diluc stirred.

"Don't wake up, love," you skirted over. "It's really late."

"It is really late." Was that an accusing tone you heard?

"Hehe...I was just finishing up some work." You quickly slipped underneath the sheets, body instantly enveloped in warmth. "I'm sorry for waking you."

Diluc shook his head before pulling you in closer.

"It's better with you here," he said. "I wouldn't mind staying up all night to wait."

Or maybe it wasn't the so called assassins who might come to him in the night that he feared. Maybe it was because he was afraid that he wouldn't see you again the next time he awoke.

Diluc doesn't really have a set time in which he'd go to bed

But he goes in relatively early because he also wakes up, relatively early

He was used to sleeping alone for the longest time, but now you've come and spoiled him

It just doesn't feel the same without you next to him anymore

Mona is the type of person who'd keep all her astrology books, trinkets, etc on her bed

Just splayed out and messy because she fell asleep whilst using them last night. And the night before...and the night before that

Never bothered to cleaning it up because it'll end up messy again anyway!

Sometimes you'd roll onto your back and ouch--there'd be a mini telescope or something

"Oww," you groaned, a pain stabbing at your side.

The culprit? It was unsurprisingly yet another one of Mona's astrologer's stuff. What the heck was this even called?

After plucking out the round, metal offender to place on the windowsill, you look over to your sleeping lover.

"Well at least someone's getting a good night sleep," you grumbled.

Somehow Mona always found a way to avoid all the nonsense she laid scattered on your shared bed. You always supported her passions, but this is getting out of hand.

As if sensing someone was talking (or in this case, thinking) about her, Mona stretched a little and curled up tighter into herself. You sighed softly to yourself, not being able to be annoyed for long.

You cleaned up the best you could (even though you already did that before turning in), and laid back down beside her. You'd have to make sure Mona would pay you for the troubles she's caused you tonight. And you only accept payment in cuddles!

The bed has to be beside a window. Always.

If the skies are clear and starry you best believe she'd be staring at them, talking about the things she loved most (other than you of course- ) until the both of you drift off

The girl's a night owl so you have to be able to put up with late night tinkering

Also--awful awful bedhead

But don't ever say it to her face, you will get hit by a pillow (or worse!!)

The guy has absolutely no regard for how freaking cold he keeps his room

It's an eternal winter in there, even when it's blazing hot outside

Worst part? He doesn't even have a proper blanket. That, sir, is a rectangular piece of cloth

If you like the cold? Then sure, let him keep it that way. If not, you would have to make some changes around here.

"You should've told me you lived in a fridge??" You said, half jokingly through chattered teeth.

"You don't like it sweetheart?" He faked hurt, sauntering up behind you to grasp your shoulders as if you were newlyweds inspecting a new house to move into.

"Uhh well, there's literal frost on the edges of your window. And it's not even winter, Kaeya, clearly I'll be a popsicle by morning!"

It was your first night staying with him. And in your head, it was going to be all romantic like you've seen in the novels and shows. Warm cuddles, kisses underneath the blankets (oh my gods that blanket is paper thin), legs and arms entwined and you'd wake up like that.

But archons be damned, this was not what you had imagined.

"You'd make a very good looking popsicle then, love," he had the nerve to laugh so you elbowed him in the ribs.

"Alright alright, I'll make it warmer for you, how does that sound?"

"And I want a new blanket."

"Consider it done," he ruffled your hair to press a kiss onto the crown of your head.

Anything to please his darling.

He also sleep talks

And it's the funniest shit you'll ever hear if you're awake to hear it

One time you recorded it and now you use it as blackmail, threatening to send it to Diluc every time he'd get too cheeky

Her sleeping schedule is messed. up.

Jean would never admit it, but she loses a lot of rest time due to her work

You keep telling her to please get more than 2 and a half hours of shut-eye per day, but she is stubborn as she is lovely

Which worries you a heck of a lot, obviously

Doesn't help the fact that this woman can sleep anywhere. On a chair sitting down, face on a desk, on the bus, against you, the list goes on

Sometimes, when she's worked herself to the limit, you'll find her asleep at the most bizarre of places

Funny story! One time, Jean fell asleep on the train on the way home and missed all her stops

You had to find her in the middle of nowhere

"Darling-" you hurried to embrace your tired looking lover as she ambled her way out of the station.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry you had to come get me in the middle of the night," Jean murmured into the crook of your neck. "I must have worried you too...I apologise."

You held your tongue at all the things you piled up to say on the drive here, but the scolding could wait until tomorrow. Right now, looking at her exhausted complexion, you couldn't bring yourself to tell her anything other than everything's alright, she can rest now.

Jean looked at you with eyes full of appreciation and affection, eyes that never failed to melt you like ice cream on the summer pavement.

Aside from that, she likes to keep the bedroom very neat

If she does sleep in the bed, Jean would constantly put your comfort over hers

You need some warm milk in the middle of the night? She's on it!!

Your pillows feel uncomfortable? Take hers!!

Oh dear you've accidentally rolled too much into her side? It's no problem, she can just move over to yours

Good morning kisses are her thing

But usually she gives it to you because she's almost always out of it first

[twiceasfrustrating]

To Have and Hold 1/2

Chapter: 1/2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo/GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Main Character

Tags for these chapters: Not Beta Read, Yandere, Kidnapping, Non-consensual drug use, No Happy Ending

Summary: Love drives some people crazy and some can't stand to go without. You thought you'd found the perfect boyfriend in Diavolo, one who loved you more than anything else in the world. And, well, you weren't exactly wrong, but it turns out that he's one of the ones that can't go without...

A/N: I was originally planning to wait to post this fic until all 18ish chapters were done, but it's kind of... hard to wait without any feedback or interaction. So, you know, here are the first two chapters.

Going to try to post a long fic on Tumblr... See how well this works out...

Word Count: 3179

Barbatos always made the best tea and you felt spoiled every time he made any for you. That was even more so the case today because he and Dia had come to visit you all the way in the human realm. It was a surprise of the best kind.

"It's good to see you again." You said as you picked up the cup Barbatos had set in front of you, "I didn't think you'd come all the way here for me."

"The Young Lord has worked very hard to have the time to visit you." The butler stated, and you blushed.

You loved Dia. He was the light of the Devildom and you had no idea how you’d been so lucky as to get a boyfriend like him. The fact that he'd put so much effort into his work just so he could get the chance to visit you for an afternoon was endearing.

"Did you now?" You asked Dia before taking a sip of tea.

He nodded, picking up his own cup, "I wanted to see you. I've been missing having you around."

You chuckle lightly, "You're always free to visit me whenever you want."

"Barbatos won't let me." He had so much work to do that he rarely had the time to step away from his kingdom.

"Well, then maybe I should visit you." Although you knew the notion was pointless. You had no way to get to the Devildom on your own.

Still, the thought of you visiting made the prince's eyes light up, "Would you?"

"Hmm… I don't know…" You pretended to think about it while taking another sip of tea. Once you saw the kicked puppy dog look in his eyes, though, you relented, "If I could, why not? I miss you too. It would be nice to get to see you more often like we used to."

A large smile spread across his face, "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that." He loved you so much and hearing you felt the same way made his chest heat up.

Your own heart fluttered at the sight of him so happy. However, you also felt something else. You put your hand on your head, feeling how it began to swim for some reason. You leaned forward, placing your elbows on the table to steady yourself as the world around you began to spin.

"Sorry." This was terrible manners and you knew it, "I think the blood must be rushing to my head." Although you hadn't done anything that would cause a blood rush, so you couldn't figure out what was really happening.

Diavolo leaped out of his seat and was at your side instantly. He reached out his hands to hold you up by the shoulders, "It's okay. I've got you."

You flopped your head over, leaning against him rather than the table, "Thank you…" Your eyes felt so heavy and everything was fading out of your vision, "Dia… I'm sorry, but can you take me home?" You must have been sick and didn't realize it; that was the only explanation. Everything inside of you felt awful.

"Of course. I'll bring you back home right now, so rest easy." He wrapped around you, drawing you into him and lifting you in his arms. Once he was sure you were settled into his grip, he looked to the butler, "Is it ready?"

"Everything has been prepared, Young Master," was the last thing you heard before darkness and sleep suddenly overtook you.

~~~

It was soft yet firm beneath you as your eyes fluttered open. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and trying to recall when exactly you’d fallen asleep. Everything was a blur in your mind. You remembered waking up, brushing your teeth, getting dressed, someone ringing your doorbell, and getting a surprise visit from…

Dia!

You looked around in a panic, worried at how rude you'd been to fall asleep while he was visiting. He'd come all the way to the human realm and had even taken you out, yet you fell asleep talking to him. You could just crawl up and die from embarrassment. You would have to call him later and make sure to apologize, especially since he brought you back home and put you in bed.

Actually… now that you looked around more, this wasn’t your room…

Everything was the wrong color and the decor was completely different. Aside from the large, lavish bed you found yourself in, there was also a wardrobe, a vanity, a writing desk scattered with supplies, a full bookshelf, random decorations like potted plants and hanging baskets with cute stuffed animals inside of them, a few large windows, and two doors (one of which was open to show that it led to a restroom). Had he taken you to a hotel? The setup of the room certainly reminded you of a fancy hotel room at the very least.

You got up from the bed, making your way toward the window to try and see what time it could possibly be (though given how little light was entering the room, you assumed it must be around late night). As you stared out, however, you felt something catch in your throat. When you looked out, you saw the very familiar sight of the Devildom. Specifically, it looked very similar to the palace grounds you had grown so used to seeing whenever you visited Dia in the past.

Something was very wrong here.

Slowly, you step away from the window, turning toward the door to leave and try to find anyone to explain what was going on. There is confusion when you reach for the handle, only to turn it and get almost no rotation. The thing was firmly locked in place and no amount of pulling or twisting of the knob would open the door.

Instead, you switched to knocking on what you thought was wood. However, as you got out the first couple of taps, you realized it was too hard and dense to be normal wood. It was strange and you couldn’t quite put your finger on why…

“H-hello?” Your voice trembled, feeling the panic overcome you as fewer and fewer things began to make sense. This was like a horror movie come to life. Instantly, your mind began to run through all the things you’d seen over the years, trying to understand what situation you were in and how to escape it. But those were movies, where a writer set up convenient circumstances for the protagonist to get through any situation. You were not so lucky, especially since you knew nothing about your surroundings.

A shiver runs up your spine as the sound of the door unlocking fills the air and you jump back to give yourself space so you can punch whoever is coming in. If you deck them hard enough, maybe they will pass out and you can make a break for it. At least, that was the plan until you saw who it was that stepped through the door…

“Dia!” You throw yourself into his arms the moment you can make out his form in the doorway, glad to see one person you know. It’s so hard to wrap yourself around his broad shoulders, but you try your hardest and finally allow yourself to feel something other than dread. The relief washing through you was so overwhelming that you missed the small click as the door shut and locked behind him once again, “Thank goodness, I was so scared.”

He lays a hand on your head, running it calmly through your hair and gently rubbing your scalp, “There’s no reason to be afraid, My Love.”

“But I was alone and the door was locked and- Wait. Why am I in the Devildom?” You had to focus on one concern at a time or you would go crazy.

“Oh, that? You asked me to bring you home because you were so tired.” It wasn’t surprising that you had forgotten, given how out of it you were.

The sigh you let out is so deep that you almost asphyxiate, “I meant my home, Dia. I didn’t think you’d bring me all the way to the Devildom just because I said that.” But that kind of reaction was very in character for him. At least it put your mind at ease knowing that it was just Dia being strange that ended you up in this room. Speaking of the room though, “Why was the door locked?”

“That was for your safety, of course.” His wide smile painted his face so beautifully as he looked down at you, “I couldn’t stand the thought of you getting out.”

Huh?

Your eyes blow wide, gazing up at him and that beautiful smile, “What?”

His laugh is too cheerful based on what he just said, “Well, I don’t know what I’d do if you got out, so I had to lock the door to make sure you didn’t.”

Cold fire runs through your veins as a lump shoots up into your throat, “Dia…” You drop your hands from around him, taking a step back instinctively, “Oh, I get it. You were afraid I’d get lost, right?” Since you didn’t know where you were when you woke up in the first place. You were aware now that it must be somewhere in the palace, but this clearly wasn’t the room you usually stayed in.

“Of course,” he laughs again, “If you got lost I would be worried.”

That was it! Of course there was a perfectly normal explanation, “That makes sense. I’m sorry to have imposed so suddenly.”

“You never impose upon me, My Love.”

“I’m glad.” It was good to get to see him again, but you couldn’t stay, “I should really get ready to go home though. Where’s Barbatos?” You would need him to open the portal for you.

Diavolo tilts his head toward you, “What do you mean? You are home.”

“My home, Dia.”

“This is your home though.” The light in his eyes seems to shift into something darker, making your heart pound as if it was a hungry tiger in front of you and not your boyfriend, “I told you: I don’t want you getting out. This is where you should be.”

“That’s not funny,” your voice turns stern as you take another step away from him, “I need to go back now.”

“No you don’t.” He reaches out to try and fidget with a strand of your hair, grabbing only at air as you pull away from him. His hand clenched into a fist before loosening and dropping it back to his side, “The room is all yours. I tried really hard to make sure it had everything you could need to keep yourself entertained and the bathroom is attached whenever you need it. Plus, I can bring you food too, so you never have to leave.” It was unnerving how matter of factly those words left his mouth.

“Stop joking, Dia! That’s creepy!” How could he even say those sorts of things? It was as if he expected you to find them comforting when all they did was make your skin crawl.

There was a moment of silence before he clicked his tongue, “I’m not joking though. I thought you’d like to live with me. Then we could see each other whenever we want and not just visit when we have the time.”

“You’re… not kidding, are you?” He had a strange sense of humor sometimes, but you knew when he was being serious, “This isn’t okay, Dia. I have to go home now. Please?”

“How many times do I have to say it? You are home.”

As soon as he says that, something inside of you snaps and you quickly pace backward to put as much space between the two of you as you can. Being trapped in such a closed space with him is suddenly the most frightening thing you can conceive of and it drives your fight-or-flight response absolutely haywire. Your feet stumble over one another, each one trying to outpace the other in an effort to get further and further away until you bump hip first into the cluttered writing desk.

“My Love, you’re going to make me feel bad if you react like that,” he says, taking a calm step toward you with his arms outstretched, “Don’t you think this is wonderful?’

Without an answer, you grab blindly at some of the things scattered on the writing desk and chuck them as hard as you can in his direction. They smack into him with little fanfare as you continue to grab anything you can and throw them without relenting. Even as your assault ramps up and you run out of things on the desk, he keeps heading in your direction with everything falling unceremoniously to the ground.

He shakes his head, “There’s no need for that.”

There are no words to respond to him, even if you wanted to. Instead, you shift over and grab at one of the small potted plants scattered around the room, lifting it over your head (ignoring how specs of stray dirt fall out) and throwing it as hard as you can at his head. It makes contact, shattering upon impact and causing him to finally stop. However, he doesn’t look even mildly injured. If anything, he looks as if he is in disbelief.

His eyes go wide with shock as he stares at you, “What did you do that for?”

It seemed like his demonic form was going to come out, but it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. Perhaps a trick of the light? Maybe your own adrenaline-addled brain? You refuse to answer him as you reach for something else to throw at him, hoping the next item will actually do some damage. Instead, you feel something wrap around and pull back on your wrist. Your entire torso twists in motion with the jerk, forcing you to spin around so you are looking straight up at Diavolo and the way he towers over you.

“That’s enough. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep throwing and breaking things.” There were already broken shards from the pot that had hit him in the head and he worried that you would step on them and hurt your feet. Someone would have to come clean them up before that happened.

Before he even finishes speaking, you already hand your fingers at work, trying to pry him off of you. Your nails dig into him, biting deep into his flesh, but he seems as unphased by it as he did everything else so far.

“Are you upset?” He asked, dumbfounded by your continued behavior.

“No shit I’m upset!” You shout as you try and fail to yank away from him once more, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Language.” That tongue of yours was very foul at the moment and it was unbecoming of you, “Maybe you need a moment to just breathe and calm down.”

You wanted to scream more, but you just felt very tired. All the panic and rage was catching up to you all at once and you were losing the will to continue fighting, especially feeling how tightly he gripped your wrist and knowing it was only a fraction of his strength.

Finally, you let your body go limp as if you would somehow be able to melt into the floor as some desperate last escape from him and this entire situation. You couldn’t however. In fact, it was clear just how little you could fight back against, as he continued to hold you to keep you from completely collapsing.

“Someone is going to come for me.” You glare up at him through burning eyes, feeling the dam of tears threatening to break forth from behind them, knowing you are unable to hold them back any longer as stress and resignation start to settle into your bones. You couldn’t fight him with your own strength, “You can’t keep me here forever.”

His eyes almost turned sympathetic as he watched your chest heave trying to catch your breath after your futile resistance. He takes pity on your pathetic state and lets go of you at last. Even as he does so, however, the way his fingers slowly uncoil from around you makes it clear that he is not conceding any amount of power in the situation to you, “No one knows you’re here. You’re supposed to be in the human realm.”

Your fist clenches and your side before loosening again. The thought of trying to punch him just to make a point crosses your mind, but you decide against it for the moment. Instead, the best option is to bite your tongue and keep him from proving just how much power he really has in this situation. Plus, you have pacts that you can use to summon the brothers. He can’t hold you as easily as he thinks he can and you will prove it. All you had to do was bide your time until you could safely call the others.

“I promise,” he bent at the knee, placing a hand against your cheek and making your stomach jolt forward and a feeling of bile rush up to your throat, “you’ll love it here. I’ll take care of you and you’ll never want for anything.”

You slap his hand away, refusing to roll over like a dog so easily even with your new strategy in place, and speak with venom in your voice, “I want to go home.”

There was a pause in the air before a heavy sigh left his lips, “You should sleep. Perhaps in the morning you will be thinking more clearly.” And perhaps you would understand the situation you were in after waking up to realize this wasn’t a dream that would go away once you woke up.

He stood from his spot and went toward the door of your brand prison, “Feel free to look around.” He was excited for you to see just how well he’d provided for you. Maybe once you saw how much he cared you would finally understand. Oh, except for one thing, but that was your fault, “Please avoid the ceramic shards. We’ll have to clean those up as soon as possible since they are dangerous.”

With that, he opened the door and stepped through it. As soon as it was closed behind him, you heard the sound of the lock turning into place from the outside. Your breathing turned erratic again and you wailed as you crossed your arms to hold yourself and try to calm yourself down. Everything was finally hitting you in full force all at once; fear, anxiety, panic, rage, sadness, disbelief… Every single emotion danced in your mind and threatened to switch you from screaming to sobbing to violence and back again at a moment’s notice.

You must be having a nightmare because there was no other explanation for this situation.

[sevmch]

hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

[callisto-rants]

Chiluc Headcanons

[Series: 1/?]

You know it started out as a joke... Then a Six Hour Rant happened later... and bro I don't think it's a joke anymore...

> 1. How would Diluc react to Childe having a vision and delusion?

Diluc's father died because he had abused his delusion, in a act of love to protect what's important to him. But because of his desperation of wanting a vision to do more than he could already, as well as how the gods hadn't favored his efforts yet, it led to his downfall. As a result, I think Diluc knew his father 100% was aware of the consequences of using a delusion, as well as it was his own hubris that led him down that path. So, Diluc knows he can't place all the blame onto the Fatui for manipulating him into purchasing such a dangerous merchandise.

So when Childe uses his delusion in one of their fights for the first time, Diluc freezes completely and if Childe was any less careful he would've killed him. That 100% is their first real argument. Diluc is terrified that Childe is using both a vision and delusion at once and knows the consequences, but he also knows about Childe's sick fixation on being strong. He tries to tell him that he doesn't need to be strong but Childe takes it as an insult of course he needs to be strong how else is he supposed to protect his family and serve his tsaritsa if he's weak? They would compromise. No delusion during their sparring matches. Diluc wins their next fight and the deal for that one is only using his delusion in life or death. He might have some resent towards Childe, but I don't think he wants to ever see anyone die the same way his father did in front of his eyes.

> 2. Childe being in awe of Diluc's fighting Style!

Someone pointed out that Diluc swings his claymore with one hand, while majority of other claymore unite use two hands.

Can you imagine Childe's reaction? Thinking he got the upper hand by using an arrow to get his sleeve stuck against a tree or any flat surface behind him, as he's about to go in for the final blow. While Diluc just uses his other hand to knock his ass out because he was wide open. Childe is dazed, sitting on his ass watching as Diluc flips the entire claymore in the air with one hand, pulling out the arrow with the same hand, and catching the claymore before it hits the ground. He's smitten. Especially since Childe mastered almost every weapon type, seeing someone perform uncommon arts with their weapon will amaze him.

> 3. Honestly, I feel like Childe would constantly try and convince Diluc to join the Fatui.

Since Diluc always like to bash the knights, at almost every given moment, he'd eventually stop all together after meeting Childe. Only because each time he bashes them while Childe is around he instantly uses it as a talking point to join the Fatui instead. He knows he'll never change his mind, but he thinks it's fun.

Leading to a situation where Kaeya being the one who's most weirded out by the turn of events. Because Diluc hasn't complained about the knights of favonius yet, eventually he givens in and says...

"Master Diluc, if you plan on saving your most venomous remarks for when I'm down in the dumps, you might as well use them now. It's creeping me out you haven't said anything about the knights being trash yet! Just do it, I know you're thinking it."

Diluc snapping back suddenly with

"YOU'RE BETTER THAN THE FATUI AT LEAST."

Kaeya is just like uh????? Thanks for the compliment I think?

> 4. Diluc understands morality isn't black and white.

In some of Diluc's lines in his story quest, he talks about how heroes and villains are two sides of the same coin and how he knows his enemies well. Diluc himself has killed an uncountable amount of Fatui but I think he also understands that it was the wrong thing to do, personal vendetta or not.

So in meeting Childe, sure he'd have reservations about talking to a harbinger but Childe's personality and sincerity would make him hesitate at least. Childe is naive and sincere, even if his intentions are villainous he's he's mostly upfront about who he is and where he comes from. At the very least, Diluc would see that and second guess his indiscriminate hatred for the Fatui and start to become curious about how the Fatui actually work. Through Childe, Diluc can learn about people joining the Fatui because they have no choice but to serve the Tsaritsa, being forced to join by their family (like Childe), or joining as a last resort because it's the fastest and easier way to make money when someone is at the end of their rope. Childe would force Diluc to see the Fatui as people instead of an evil, faceless organization as well as force Diluc into realizing the gravity of his past actions.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Once In A Lifetime ~ BC [M]

WORD COUNT: 3K

GENRE: Smut…just…it’s just smut DRABBLE [written when i had writers block so it’s not great. im sorry]

PAIRING: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader - with the boys occasionally imputing…a lot of input from the boys okay…Might as well be an ot8 fic

WARNINGS: Daddy kink, an embarrassing moment at a fan meet leads to something you never thought would happen in a life time that being said. This is awful. I did this so bad I’m sorry. It’s my first time writing something for all nine of them at the same time…

To say you were nervous would be an understatement, you'd been dreaming of this day for years and now you were finally here. After saving up all your money and finally getting tickets in a spot close to you you were able to meet the people that made you happiest in life.

"You made this?" Felix asked as he took the small plushie into his hand and held it up to his face as he looked at you,

"I did, I hope you like it." He smiled leaning down to sign your album and poster and then going back to the stuffed version of a sun you'd made in your free time. You'd created something for each of them to make sure you could give them something special and handmade from the heart. Felix had a stuffed sunshine, Minho's was a cat, Seungmin had a puppy, Changbin had a pig/rabbit combination, Jeongin had a fox, Jisung had a squirrel and you'd made Hyunjin a Llama with a cute hat.

"I love him, I'm going to have to find somewhere in the dorms to display him." He chuckled holding onto your hand for your remaining time together. The one you were most nervous for was coming up, Chan smiled at you as you stepped in front of him and reached into your small bag and pulled out a wolf.

"Oh my gosh!" He took it from you carefully and turned it around as he admired it, the small toy even had a small collar around its neck that had Chan's name on it.

"He's adorable, did you name him?" He chuckled sitting him beside him and telling staff he wanted to keep the small wolf there,

"While I was making him he was called wolfie," He smiled signing your album, you took a deep breath and he looked up at you.

"Do you want me to sign your album?" His eyes made you melt as you stared back at them and you nodded,

"Yes daddy," The words slipped out before you could even process what you were saying and they may have gone unnoticed by everyone around you but not by Chan who was now smirking as he felt blood rushing to his trousers. He licked his lips signing your poster and then writing something down on a piece of paper and handing it to you as he held your hand.

"How's your day been?" He asked casually knowing he didn't have long with you but he wanted longer which was why his hotel room number was in your hand and he was praying you would come to see him.

"B-Brilliant, yours?" He smiled nodding his head at you as he licked his lip,

"Very interesting today," The time was up and he winked at you pointing to your hand as you slipped away from them, you looked into your palm to see his signature along with his room number on a piece of paper. You glanced back and he was winking at you before going back to talk to another fan in front of him.

This had to be some kind of joke, didn't it? You walked up to the door debating about knocking on it, it could have just been some kind of joke that you didn't understand. Your gut was telling you to knock but the rest of your body was already turning away,

"Going somewhere, baby girl?" You looked up to see Chan walking towards you from the elevator, he was alone as he made his way over to you. Your mouth began to open and close as you tried to think of something to say to him,

"You're going shy on me now? After what you called me at the fan sign?" He licked his lips, he'd done nothing but imagine himself railing you since he heard the word slip from your mouth and he could tell you were picturing it now when he called you baby girl.

"You can say no at any time," He whispered, you looked up at him shaking your head.

"Say no to what?" You teased as he ran his hand over your cheek smirking as you tried to play the innocent one after calling him daddy right in front of everyone,

"You know what baby girl, don't play innocent." Every time he called you the nickname shivers ran down your body and you grew wetter.

"I can tell by the way you're clenching your thighs together, you're dying for me to touch you...Do you want that?" You nodded slowly and he kissed your head pulling you towards the hotel room he'd given you the number to and he let himself inside.

"Guys, meet Y/n." Your heart swelled as he remembered your name and then you realized you were in a room filled with all of the boys, all of them staring at you.

"Y/n is here because...Well, she called me daddy and I couldn't exactly let her walk away." Your eyes widened as he outed you to the rest of the boys in the room but they didn't even seem to mind that you were there.

"C-Chan?" You stuttered as he ran his hand across your lower back making you nervous as you felt his hand slide to your ass, you were enjoying this a lot more than you probably should have been in a room full of boys.

"Have fun Hyung," Minho smirked watching as Chan led you through to his room just off from the main area, inside were two double beds and sitting on one of them was the small wolf you'd given to Chan.

"You kept him?" You whispered looking at the stuffed toy and smiling,

"A very pretty girl gave it to me, of course, I kept it." He whispered coming up behind you and kissing your neck, you bit down on your lip as he began to kiss up to your jaw turning you around to kiss your lips softly. Instantly it was like sparks flew from you, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck to bring him closer to you and he smirked against your lips.

"So needy aren't you?" You had a new-found-confidence so you just nodded at him not wanting to waste time anymore,

"You can say no at any time and I'll stop," He whispered running his hands over the edge of your top, lifting it from your body to reveal the bra you were wearing. He groaned at the sight of you in front of him,

"Even better than I thought," You began to feel your cheeks heat up so you reached for his shirt not wanting to be the only one shirtless, unbuttoning it and running your cold fingers over his abs making you whimper at the small touch.

"You like?" You nodded and he pulled you back into a passionate kiss, it was like your whole body was on fire as he began to strip you from the trousers you were wearing and gently laid you down on the bed behind you.

"I bet you've watched all those videos of me saying baby girl haven't you?" He questioned running his fingers slowly down to the waistband of your panties, pulling them and letting them snap back against your skin you let out a hiss,

"Answer me, baby girl," You whimpered nodding your head at him,

"I have daddy," He felt himself grow harder and he rewarded you by removing your underwear and running a finger between your folds.

"Dripping wet for me," He whispered kissing you softly as he sunk one finger into your core, softly pushing it in and out of you not wanting to go too rough with you yet,

"M-More," You whispered bucking your hips up making him chuckle,

"Needier than I thought, I love that princess," He added a second finger into you and began picking up the pace of his fingers. Your head pushed back into the mattress as he continued to finger you on the bed.

You whimpered looking at the shadows by the door, you could tell the boys were listening. Chan slowed his fingers down noticing what you had,

"Don't you think it's unfair?" He questioned kissing down your chest and then back to your lips,

"W-What?" You whimpered not wanting him to slow his fingers down but he nodded at the door,

"A true fan would never leave them out...Would they?" Your eyes glazed over at the thought of the boys coming into the room.

"N-No they wouldn't." You stuttered out, he felt you clench around his fingers and he smirked,

"Changbin! Jisung! Come here," His fingers slipped out of you and you whined in defeat as he moved away from you and watched as the 2nd and 3rd member of 3racha walked into the room to find you leg spread on the bed for them,

"We thought it would be unfair to leave you all out," He smirked at the boys who were already hard through their trousers,

"Go on baby girl, tell them what you want..." Chan kissed and sucked on your neck as you stared at the boys,

"I-I want to suck Hannie and Changbin-"

"I think I can guess what you want Changbin to do," Chan smirked watching as you bit down on your lip,

"Fastest rapper meaning fastest tongue right?" Chan questioned running his hands over your breasts as you nodded at him, Changbin sunk to his knees in front of you on the edge of the bed and pulled you closer.

"Good girl," Chan whispered as you let out a long moan. Changbin's lips attached to your clit as he began diving his tongue in and out of you looking up at you as Jisung took his member from his boxers,

"Such a good girl," Chan cooed in your ear as you began stroking Chan in your hand and taking Han into your mouth starting off slow recreating the slow movements Changbin was doing.

"Faster Hyung, s-she's really good at this." You smirked around Jisung who placed his hands into your hair, bucking up a little so he could hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him creating a tight feeling and he twitched,

"O-Oh shit, don't." He mumbled not wanting this to be over but Changbin's tongue began to move skillfully as you moaned around Jisung's length, swallowing the precum dripping from him as you pulled off him, licking the tip and sucking on it as you pumped him in your hand.

"F-Fuck!" You whimpered as three fingers were pushed into your core along with Changbin's tongue. At the door, Felix and Minho were watching and stroking themselves at the sight of you being fucked by 3racha like this. Chan was stood to the side directing the boys on how to do something if they got it wrong,

"C-Close." Your voice broke as you whimpered to Chan and he nodded at you,

"Cum for them princess," Han grunted as you took him back into your mouth moving your head faster each time you got closer to your release,

"Shit," He grunted holding you down on his length as he finished into your throat, watching you swallow every drop as Minho came into his fist grunting out a mumble of your name and curse words going to clean up.

"C-Changbin!" You cried out as your hips bucked against his mouth, your toes curling as you cried out his name and rode out your high on his tongue.

"Ugh fuck," You heard Felix grunt as he came onto his own hand making you giggle at the sight of him looking so tired,

"You're enjoying this baby girl?" Chan questioned coming down to wipe your mouth with a tissue before he kissed you softly.

Hyunjin was pumping himself with one hand while he used his thumb on your clit, you were focussing on pumping both Seungmin and Jeongin in your hands as they looked down at you grunting out your name as you moaned.

"I want you to cum all over me," You moaned out feeling Chan's fingers dip inside of your while Hyunjin continued to rub circles on your clit. Not one of them had fucked you properly yet because Chan told them that it was for him only, he wanted to be the one to fuck you senseless but you were already losing your mind over having them be here with you touching you the way they were.

"Hyung I can't-" Jeongin moaned out as he began to thrust into your hand, you opened up your mouth wanting to catch anything you could from him and the sight tipped him over the edge as he came onto your exposed tits and face. A few strings hitting your tongue. He went to move away but you pulled him back, cleaning his length off with your mouth before he walked away from you.

"That so fucking hot," Seungmin mumbled looking at you as you turned to look at him, opening your mouth waiting for him to cum for you.

"You want to cum for me Seungmin? You wanna cum in my mouth or my tits?" You had no idea where the confidence was coming from but you didn't care, Seungmin just nodded as an answer as he watched you curling your tongue up for him.

"Cum in my mouth Seungie," He grunted pushing his tip into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the tip as he came into your mouth, the strings of his hot cum hitting your throat but you made to swallow every drop. The sight was enough to make Hyunjin cum onto his hand from where he stood,

"F-Fuck Hyung she's perfect." He groaned getting up and walking out of the room, the door shut and you were left alone with Chan.

"Your turn daddy," You breathed out looking at him as he smirked at you,

"I've been imagining railing you all day baby girl," He knew for a fact he'd never be able to last as long as he normally would with someone since he'd watched you be fucked by everyone else but he would do his best to make you cum one last time for him.

"You sure you can handle me?" You nodded at him as he took himself from his trousers, he was much bigger than the rest of them had been and the sight of him being so hard made your mouth water.

"Need you, daddy," You whimpered running your hands down to your clit as you began rubbing yourself softly for him spreading your legs more so give him the perfect view but he growled at you.

"Don't touch, mine," He muttered lining himself at your entrance and rubbing his red hot tip along your folds, you felt so good already.

"I wasn't yours when you shared me with the boys," You teased and he pushed into your roughly making you cry out, your mouth hanging  open as he kept himself at your hilt,

"You're fucking mine, you called me daddy not them." He grunted thrusting in and out of your roughly, putting your leg over his shoulder so he could fuck into your deeply. Not stopping for a second as the animalistic side of him took over and he lost himself in the feeling of you.

"So fucking warm and wet for me baby girl," You couldn't even manage words as he continued to fuck into that one spot that made you feel like you were floating on a cloud.

"Daddy!" You screamed gripping onto his broad shoulders as he continued to thrust in and out of you ruthlessly, you were able to mumble small swear words and the occasional whine. He chuckled seeing you like this, completely fucked out.

"So fucked out for me baby girl," He kissed you softly, sucking on your neck as his fingers began rubbing your clit in circles. You hissed at the stimulation, you'd been touched so much that night you were starting to feel the effects of it.

"Close daddy. I'm so fucking close!" He smirked hearing you cry out the name for him and nodded at you,

"Cum for me baby, but tell me where you want me to cum first." You shook your head not wanting this experience to end, you were so afraid of waking up and having it all be a dream. You just wanted him to fuck you all night.

"Fill me up...I-I'm on the pill, Fill me up daddy, fuck your load into me." His hips began to pick up speed again and you whimpered as a white light began to cloud your vision. Your orgasm hitting you like a 50-ton truck, your legs were shaking as you gushed around Chan making it hard to move inside of you thanks to your clenching. But he grunted out your name cumming into you deeply and not moving as you both panted heavily,

"Baby girl, that was amazing," He whispered kissing your forehead softly as you panted, he pulled out of you making you whine at the feeling of being empty after being so full.

"N-No," You yawned out tiredly wanting more of him but he just chuckled pushing you back on the bed and pulling the sheets to cover your body wanting you to be as warm as possible.

"Get some sleep."

The next morning you stretched out in the bed and frowned as you looked around, you were in a single bed and alone.

"F-Fuck," You whimpered realizing you were back in your own hotel room and that the whole thing had been a dream, one of the best dreams you could have possibly had. You sat up in the bed hissing as a sore pain ran through you,

"Don't move yet, you'll still be sensitive from last night." You almost fell out of the bed when Chan came out of the bathroom carrying the small kettle from your hotel room and going to make a hot drink.

"C-Chan? It wasn't-"

"A dream? No baby girl, it wasn't a dream." You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down at yourself, you were wearing a plain black hoodie you knew wasn't his and you looked back at him.

"You didn't think I'd leave you here alone after last night did you? I grabbed your key from your bag, I thought you’d be comfier here." You bit your lip and he walked closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing your head softly.

"I ran a nice hot bath for us, I'll order some food when we get out to help get your strength back up. You're going to need it," You went to question what he meant when he kissed you softly.

Tagline: @taestannie​ @peachyhan​  @jooniesdarlingdimples​

[safetycar-restart]

After seeing your post about how bunny Charles doesn’t cope well with loud noises I got thinking about how the littles would cope with the fireworks and celebrations around New Years. I see some being terrified of the noise while others are mesmerised by the lights and designs.

Aw yes, you're very right we do need to discuss this! I'm gonna talk a little bit about a few littles but I can always expand on one of them if you would like and let me know if I've forgotten someone!

LITTLE!CHARLES:

I think maybe you and Charles had adult plans for New Years, like going out with friends to a club and then to a fireworks show or to a party on a yacht. Very adult activities, the type a little would not be able to attend.

But then Charles wakes up on the morning of December 31st and he can instantly feel his headspace pulling him. He could fight it, he's done it before, but he'll end up miserable and irritable. He tells you instantly, knowing better than to lie to his mommy and you instantly tell him he can regress. You don't have to go to a fancy New Years party, you're more than happy to just spend time with your little darling.

So you spend the day with little Charles, and he's SO excited to stay up until midnight and watch all the fireworks on tv. Needless to say, he's asleep by 9pm.

LITTLE!GEORGE:

Goergie does not like new years, not at all. It's too loud! No matter what happens he can't avoid the loud noises from fireworks and music and people shouting and it's just not fun. He doesn't like it, and he'd much rather not be regressed on New Years but of course he doesn't always get that choice.

I do think he loves to watch the countdown clock though? Like you just put a little clock on counting down to midnight and George is just mesmerised!!

LITTLE!OSCAR:

I think maybe Oscar actually plans to regress on New Years? He wants some nice quality time with you and to have it be something really special, like watching all the fireworks!!

So it's just you and little!Oscar, cuddled up in bed and watching all the firework displays on tv. Oscar is as happy as can be, sipping on his warm milk with you and watching all the pretty lights.

And he gets a new years forehead kiss!!!

LITTLE!LOGAN:

I think Logan would regress in the middle of a New Years party? One minute he's fine, chatting to friends and enjoying himself, and then he sits down with you and cuddles up against you and suddenly he feels himself slipping and he can't stop it.

He gets so embarrassed, hiding against your neck because he feels so small and he's always such a quiet little.

He spends the rest of the night cuddled up against you, hiding from all the people and the noise. He's so happy then, letting the other people melt into the background noise and honestly it's the best New Years he's ever had.

[doyelikehaggis]

Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scydia/McMartin | Scott McCall x Lydia Martin (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @wonderdoves & anonymous

"This place is…"

Scott can't even think of a word. He just gazes ahead of them in wonder and awe. For miles, all he can see is snow. A thick white blanket of it covering the entire path ahead, the roads, the cobblestoned buildings, the trees—god, even the trees feel like something out of a fairytale, with long, twisting branches that have a dusting of snow themselves. And it's still going, trying to make them part of the scenery, too.

"You'd think you'd never seen snow before," Lydia teases. 

"I haven't—not like this! California's snow is nothing compared to this." 

Lydia just smiles, a certain fondness in her eyes. She squints up at the sky, her nose wrinkling slightly, their suitcases dragging along through the snow behind them as they continue their way from the ferry port. Something else that Scott is admittedly still in amazement over; he'd never actually been on a ferry before. 

It's just a good thing that the snow stopped long enough for them to actually reach Ireland, or else they'd have still been holed up in their cabin, stuck somewhere in the middle of the sea. Not the worst scenario he can think of, to be fair. But he's glad, nonetheless, because this is so much better. 

"I don't know," Lydia says. "I think I prefer the warm winters. I'm just hoping that Gran and Nana make their hot chocolate like they used to when I was younger, I'm telling you, it's the best thing ever."

Scott smiles, finally looking at Lydia as they come to a stop outside a two-storey, cobbled house with a gate around the garden. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold, her nose a pale pink. Snowflakes have clung to her green hat, along the shoulders of her matching green coat, and to her eyelashes. There's a gleam of pure excitement and joy beneath them as she stares at the house. 

When she takes a deep breath, it returns like a puff of smoke. Scott gently squeezes her hand and holds it up in his own, bringing her gloved knuckles to his lips.

"You look nervous," he tells her softly. 

"A little," Lydia says, nodding. "Only because I haven't been here since I was… nine? And there's so much to tell them. I mean, I know my mom filled them in on pretty much everything, but still."

Scott nods as well, saying, "I know. It's a lot. But it'll be okay."

"Yeah, of course," Lydia agrees. Her smile seems a little more confident as she gives another nod.

They walk through the gate, into the garden that Scott's now seeing is teeming with things; empty plant pots, kids toys, an overturned bicycle. Even the stones of the house are more interesting than he had initially realized, with bright murals painted across the whole front of the house. 

As soon as they enter the house, the door closing behind them, they're hit with unexplainable warmth. And the shouting and giggling of kids that whiz past them, nearly knocking them off their feet. 

"I forgot how loud it gets here," Lydia says, but she's laughing. Scott can see it in her eyes as she looks around the entrance hall, beautifully decorated with lengths of tinsel, and handcrafted baubles hanging from the ceiling. 

Framed pictures line the walls up the stairs as far as he can. The closest one, hanging by the bottom of the stairs, has a familiar little girl, giving her biggest smile to the camera beside a young woman with a striking resemblance. 

"Is this you?" Scott asks, his smile wide. 

Lydia looks at the photo. "Oh god, yeah. I think that was when I was, like… six? I came up here every Christmas and New Year before my parents divorced. That's my gran."

"You look like her," Scott tells her, and he can hear the joyful skip of heart, hear it in her proud little hum of agreement. 

"Well, maybe without some of the grey hair," a voice says from behind them. 

They both turn around, and Lydia's face lights up. She's already squealing and dropping her suitcase and Scott's hand. 

"Gran!" Lydia practically flies at her, hugging her tightly. 

Her gran laughs, caught by surprise but only for a second, wrapping her up in her arms. "I've missed you too, Ariel!" 

"Haven't heard that name in a while," someone else says, with a distinctively more Irish accent, but still holding the same fond, overjoyed tone.

Scott looks at the woman who appears at their side from the room behind Lydia and her gran. He recognizes her instantly from all the photos. 

Maddy places a hand on Lorraine's shoulder as she and Lydia pull apart. Lydia looks on the verge of tears as she buries herself into Maddy's open embrace as well for a second, both laughing now. 

"And you…" Lorraine looks over Scott with a smile and a gleam in her eyes. A certain kind of knowing. "... You're Scott McCall."

Scott returns her smile and nods. "I am. I've heard a lot about you, Mrs. Martin."

"Yeah, I know a thing or two about you as well," Lorraine tells him, and he knows. 

He knows she isn't just talking about him and Lydia being together, but about everything. The deadpool. She knew who he was and what he was going to be before he even hit ten. 

For a moment, his worries from the ferry come back. Not all supernatural creatures are a fan of each other, and with the destruction that werewolves have a history of causing, banshees can't be that fond of them. And especially with everything that's happened to Lydia. 

But then her smile grows and she says, "I'm glad to finally meet you! And, please, call me Lorraine. This is my wife, Maddy."

"So, this is the little wolf that got your heart, huh?" Maddy jokes to Lydia, an arm around her shoulders. 

Lydia looks at Scott. She bites her bottom lip through her smile, and her eyes are saying everything. 

She nods and softly says, "Yeah. He is."

"Then you're more than welcome here," Lorraine says.

Relief starts to lift the weight off of Scott's shoulders and chest. The warm, welcoming atmosphere is hard to resist, and he's already feeling at home. 

-

Lydia was right. The hot chocolate is one of the best things he's ever had. Creamy and overflowing with marshmallows with a candy cane to stir it around. Not to mention the plate of cookies. He has never had a gingerbread man that tastes this good.

It's already dark outside, the sun having set an hour or two after they arrived. They already changed into warmer, more comfortable clothes, and settled in front of the fireplace in the living room to get rid of the chill from the snow. Lorraine and Maddy insisted. Didn't want them getting sick, and ignoring their protests about not being able to actually get sick.

"Your cousins don't look like they're having a good time," Scott comments quietly, watching the half-asleep couple sitting in the corner. 

"They have five kids, all under the age of ten," Lydia replies. "I think the only thing they can feel right now is exhausted."

Scott snorts. He looks around the room. He's met nearly everyone on this side of the family by now. Every cousin, second cousin, aunts, uncles. The kids that Lorraine and Maddy took in have been especially eager to meet him. 

His attention is drawn back to the little boy sitting cross-legged in front of him. He's only nine.

Scott wasn't expecting it when Lorraine and Maddy told him that around ten years ago, another banshee had found them. She was only nineteen and had no one and no idea what was going on with her. They took her in, Lorraine helped her. And from then, it's like their home was its own supernatural beacon, but for kids who had nowhere else to go. 

Sean, the little boy currently sneaking another gingerbread man from the plate, is a werewolf. His family, his pack, were hunted down when he was four. Lorraine felt it coming. She and Maddy found Sean. 

There's a little yelp and Sean clutches his hand. Scott catches a glimpse of tiny claws where nails should be. 

"Can I…?" he asks, holding out a hand. 

Sean hesitates, but he glances at Lydia, who smiles and nods encouragingly, then back at Scott. He slowly gives him his hand, palm up. 

"I don't know how to control it…" Sean mutters, looking down sheepishly. 

Scott inspects where the small trickle of blood is coming from. Three little lines where his claws accidentally caught his skin in passing. 

Shaking his head, Scott speaks gently, and draws on the pain in Sean's hand. "It's okay. You're still learning."

"Yeah, it's actually harder for born wolves," Lydia chimes in, nodding convincingly when Sean lifts his eyes to her with curiosity. "You'd think it was the other way around, but one of our friends—he was born a werewolf."

"And he didn't learn until he was sixteen," Scott tells him. "It just takes time."

"And knowing what keeps you grounded," Lydia adds. "Your anchor."

Sean looks at Scott. "Do you have an anchor?"

Scott nods. "I do. I had to learn to let me be my own anchor, but when that doesn't work for me, I focus on all the people I love. My mom, my best friend, my pack." 

He glances at Lydia only to find her already gazing at him with the softest smile, her cheek leaning against her shoulder. She places a kiss to his shoulder, her hand resting on her arm for a second.

"You just need to find something that makes you feel more in control," Scott finishes, turning back to Sean. "Even if it's an emotion."

Sean nods slowly. His expression is one of deep thought, trying to work to figure out what his own anchor could be. 

"Now, you should go clean this up," Scott says. "Just run it under warm water with some soap, okay? It might sting a little, but just ask Lorraine or Maddy if they have any antibiotic cream, and then put a bandage on it."

"Are you a doctor?" Sean asks.

"No," Scott can't help but grin as he says, "I'm just a vet."

That answer only seems to confuse Sean. But he gets up and hurries off to go do what Scott instructed. 

When Scott turns back, Lydia's still watching him. She has this look on her face, a thoughtful glaze in her eyes and a certain kind of smile that he can't read. 

Chuckling, Scott asks, "What is it?"

She lets a beat pass. She shakes her head, takes a slow breath in, then looks over at the window instead.

"It's still snowing. Do you wanna sit in the garden? There's a nice bench out back."

Scott's eyebrows furrow a little, but he stands with her, following her to the back door from the kitchen. Stepping outside is like what he'd imagine stepping into a walk-in freezer would feel like. 

But the cold biting at his skin is unimportant. The awe hits him all over again as he takes in the sight of the garden, feeling like he just stepped into a fairytale instead. Everywhere he looks, everything is white and sparkling. From the entire ground, to the gazebo at the end of the garden. 

Somehow, in amidst it all, there are flowers. Whole roses and everything, snow dusting across their dark red petals. 

"This is…" Scott breathes out, his eyes wide, "... I don't even know what this is. This place doesn't feel real."

Lydia laughs gently. She wraps her arms around her and nods, looking around as the snow falls around them. 

"Yeah, it does feel kind of… magical."

"We could actually make a snowman," Scott continues. "Or have a real snowball fight. Are snow angels things that people actually do?"

Lydia's eyebrows are raised when he looks back at her, and she's shaking her head. But she's got a smile that stretches to the corners of her eyes and he can feel emotions radiating off of her.

"You are so dorky." She moves closer, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "And I love you."

Scott smiles. His voice is soft and giving away all of the fondness he feels for her when he says, "And I love you."

She leans in, her head tilting. Her lips are soft against his. He pulls her a little closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. The cold and even the snow is easier to ignore.

Lydia pulls back, her hands lingering on his shoulders. Scott doesn't let go at all. 

"I'm really glad you're here with me," Lydia tells him. "And my whole family now loves you, so that's a nice bonus. I think you even made a friend."

Scott grins, shrugging. "Your family is great, and I am… beyond relieved that they like me. And, I think with Sean, it's a werewolf thing."

"Oh, no." Lydia shakes her head firmly. "Maybe that's a small part of it, the whole Alpha thing and all, but all of the kids in there love you."

They pull apart. Lydia sits down on the bench. Scott follows, and can't help but start piling the snow from the arm of the bench into a ball in his hand. 

"You were amazing with Sean," Lydia comments, glancing at him. She's doing the same thing with the snow on her side.��

Scott shrugs again. "I just told him the same as I told Liam. And Alec. It's how I wish I could have been introduced to all of this. With someone reassuring me that it would be okay."

Lydia nods in a shared understanding. Neither of their starts in the supernatural word were exactly pleasant or comforting. Scott's only sorry that Lydia was brought into it the way she was. 

She rests a hand on top of his, curling her fingers beneath his palm. She squeezes gently. 

He knows that she can tell what he's thinking. Sometimes he worries that banshees have the ability to read minds as well. But the look she gives him and her hand there with his draws his thoughts away from the past. Everything is okay. It's better than okay. 

"It's amazing what your gran and nana have done, though," Scott says. "Taking in supernatural kids who have nowhere else to go."

"Yeah, it's like a little foster home, but… for werewolves, banshees, and everything else," Lydia jokes, but her smile is sincere. "It's a really good thing they're doing. The kids are so happy here."

"I can see why," Scott says, gazing back out across the garden. The snow has the sky practically glowing, in no way looking like it's dark enough to be night. 

There's a slight pressure against his hand from Lydia's fingers, moving slowly. 

"Do you… do you think that's something you'd ever want to do?" Lydia asks, careful with her words.

Scott looks back at her. She's watching him again, with curious eyes. His heart drops many beats.

"Wait, are you—?" he starts to ask, but Lydia's eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head.

"No!" she hastens to answer. "No, I'm not! I just meant… you know, in general, is it—is it something that you can see for the future? Not necessarily the foster home part, but… you know."

She chews her bottom lip. Scott takes it in, letting the question process. After a moment, a smile curves the corners of his mouth up.

"Imagine, the first werewolf-banshee hybrid," he says.

"That can't have been done before," Lydia agrees, a laugh to her voice. "I wonder if one side would skip them, or if we'd be creating a whole new species."

Scott actually does laugh now, and Lydia joins him. His stomach is buzzing with butterflies or bees, he can't tell. 

When they both go quiet, Scott slowly nods. He lifts his eyes to meet Lydia's.

"I like the sound of that," he says softly. "Whether it be a werewolf-banshee hybrid, or even an orphaned werewolf with nobody else… yeah. It's something I see for the future."

Lydia takes in a deep breath. She presses her lips together as her smile threatens to take over her entire face. She just nods, and breathes out slowly.

"Good to know," she says. "I do too, for the record."

"Okay, that's great," Scott says, grinning from ear to ear. 

Lydia hums in agreement. Then the ball of snow that she'd been forming hits him square in the chest. 

It's safe to say that it is freezing. The snow instantly seeps through his Christmas jumper, melting into his skin. He gasps while Lydia laughs behind her hands, hee eyes wide.

"You said you wanted a snowball fight…" she reminds him. 

Scott nods. "You're absolutely right. I did."

The ball of snow in his own hand hits Lydia. She gasps, snow sticking to her jumper as well now. 

"Oh my god, so cold!" she exclaims. "Why is that so cold?!" 

"Because it's real snow," Scott says, his excitement quickly returning. 

Lydia looks at him, her eyes narrowing. A familiar, competitive smirk forms on both their faces. 

"Game on," she says. 

Next second, they're trying to dodge out of the other's way, snowballs flying across the garden. There are gasps and shouts and laughter when they successfully land a shot. 

Maybe it's a little unfair that Scott taps into his heightened abilities to move faster. But the advantage doesn't stop Lydia from managing to sneak up on him and tackle him into the snow. It's so deep that they sink a few inches into it, laughing until their sides and faces ache, and neither of them actually win, both claiming they did. But they end up just lying there in the freezing snow, curled into each other, staring up at the night sky. 

[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~Chapter 26

(20 May)

7:32 pm

The car stopped with a screech and there it was, Baekhyun's home and his family waiting for you both inside. You gulped with the nervousness reaching up to you.

You didn't even realize when Baekhyun got out of the car and reached to your side until he opened the door startling you. Looking up at him with your big and nervous eyes where he let out a chuckle seeing your expression.

"It's your home."

Baekhyun smiled sarcastically. "Great discovery, Y/n. Even I know it's my home."

You frowned, clicking your tongue. "Why did you drive so fast?"

He just sighed giving you a look and you huffed. "What? I'm just nervous okay? It's normal to feel nervous and don't."

You gave him a threatening look and his forehead creased. "What? I didn't even said anything."

"You were going to."

"Y/n, come out." He extended his hand and you sighed grabbing his hand before getting out as he closed the door behind.

"It's gonna be okay." He rubbed your back gently. "They are good people."

You glared at him as he laughed at his own remark before walking up to the front door and he chuckled. "So this is what it would feel like when I'll take our little beans on their first day of school."

You blinked and then blushed at his words before hitting his arm making him laugh. "Come on, let's meet your in laws."

You inhaled and exhaled before opening your eyes. "Okay, let's go back."

"This girl seriously!" He grabbed your hand as you were about to turn back and quickly opened the front door before walking inside while pulling your nervous figure.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe at how beautiful and warm his home was and you got lost admiring it until a bark erupted snapping you out. Looking at the direction, you saw a puppy running towards you and a low squeal left your lips before hid behind Baekhyun holding his arm.

Baekhyun giggled looking over his shoulder to you before crouching down and patted the puppy's head. "Y/n, meet Mongryongiee."

Baekhyun looked back at you to see your horror expression making him smile as he held your hand. "It's okay, he won't bite. Come here."

You hesitantly crouched down next to him and slowly smiled as Mongryong leaned towards you making you pat his head affectionally. Baekhyun smiled at you two and made you stand up as you both walked further inside before you saw a man and woman in their 20s coming towards you both smiling.

The man's features were similar as Baekhyun's and you assumed that he must be his big brother which he mentioned before and the woman seemed to be his wife.

"Hello." You greeted them smilingly and they did it back where you saw Baekhyun's brother giving him a teasing look and Baekhyun just rolled his eyes at him.

"I didn't know, you were so pretty." Baekhyun's sister in law suddenly complimented and you couldn't help but blush before smiling shyly thanking her.

You all walked towards the living room before you saw middle-aged man who you assumed to be Baekhyun's father and you instantly felt nervous as you found yourself leaning towards Baekhyun's side.

He seemed to notice it and held your hand firmly relaxing you before you both greeted him and he smiled sweetly where he looked exactly like Baekhyun, not to mention he was handsome and that's when you realized that both brothers got his good looks.

"You're here, Hyunaah."

Everyone's eyes averted to the voice where a middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen and you looked at her confused as she looked familiar.

You weren't the only one with the confusion as she had the exact expression as your and that's when it hit you both.

"Oh!" You both exclaimed in unison pointing at each other and earned the attention of everyone looking at you both confusingly.

"The super market." You spoke again in unison before erupting in chuckles and she instantly came forward to hug you taking you by surprise.

"Gosh, what a small world." She pulled away smiling fondly at you making you smile back at her before looking around to see everyone still stood there perplexed.

"You both know each other?" Baekhyun asked looking back at you then her and she nodded.

"Remember I told you that a girl helped me at the market?" She asked and Baekhyun nodded before she looked at you smiling. "She's that girl."

"What?" Baekhyun stared at you surprised and you chuckled nodding before a proud smile made way to his lips.

"I was actually telling him about you to date you but you said you have a boyfriend and turns out you are my Baekhyun's girlfriend." She giggled. "I'm so happy."

"Right? You're happy aren't you?" Baekhyun teased her with a smug grin and earned a slap from her making everyone laugh.

"Prince!" Everyone's eyes averted to the high pitch voice and saw a little girl running towards you all and as she approached Baekhyun picked her up in his embrace.

"Aigoo, princess." He cooed patting her nieces head making her giggle cutely. "I told you not to run, you could get hurt."

You watched them with a smile before Mrs Byun led you to the couch and Baekhyun sat beside you with her niece on his lap. She looked so adorable talking cutely to him and you couldn't help but awe at the sight.

Soon a little boy walked over with a small plushie toy in his hands and you looked at him in surprise as he resembled so much to Baekhyun. Slowly as you began talking to them, you got along with them quickly and especially Baekhyun's father who seemed to be just like Baekhyun, goofy and playful.

This was actually surprise to you as you assumed he'd be serious but he was complete opposite. His mother and his sister in law were so friendly that you didn't even felt nervous anymore and talked freely to them.

Soon, it was dinner time and you helped them setting the table even though they didn't wanted you to but you insisted. As everyone was settled at the dining table with everyone joking around especially Mr Byun where you were joking back with him surprising Baekhyun but he smiled seeing you happy getting along.

"I didn't know if you like spicy or not so I made it edible." Mrs Byun spoke as she served you the meal and you smiled about to tell her.

"It's okay, Eomma. She's obsessed with spicy food." Baekhyun said glancing at you to her and you nodded taking a bite of your food.

"Oh really?" Mr Byun spoke staring at you surprised. "Even I like spicy food. So my both daughter in laws like spicy food like me and sons don't, like her mother, what a duo."

He laughed and you blushed at his words making everyone chuckle at your shy smile before munching your food along with them while continuing talking and them making you blush by their compliments.

A while later, Baekhyun with his niece and nephew were playing along with Mongryong in the living room along with Mr Byun while Baekhyun's brother went out to buy some ice-cream when your boyfriend told them your another obsession with ice-creams.

You were settled on the couch along with Mrs Byun who was showing you Baekhyun's childhood pictures in the album. You kept giggling at his cute pictures and then looked at him laughing with kids making you realize that he hasn't changed a bit.

"This picture..." Mrs Byun trailed off, staring at the picture of small Baekhyun squatting down with a puppy in his hands. "I still remember when he came home crying because his friends kept calling him Dumbo because if his ears."

"Really?!" You looked at her surprised, trying not to giggle infront of her but she, herself began to laugh making you laugh with her. "Can you tell me more, please?"

"Of course, I was waiting for his girlfriend to appear so I can tell about his childhood to her and here you are." She spoke, smiling and you smiled back before she showed another picture with him eating strawberry.

"Ah! This.." She laughed. "Actually when I pregnant with him, I ate lots of strawberries that time and everyone thought it was going to be a girl but then Baekhyun was born shocking everyone."

You laughed along with her. "Is that why he likes strawberries?"

She nodded. "I also think that."

Then you were stopped by a picture of his little figure smiling brightly to the camera and a fondly smile crept on your face.

Mrs. Byun took held your hand, suddenly. "I'm really happy that hyuniee has such a wonderful girl by his side."

You chuckled shyly. "No, that's not it, I should be the one saying that. Baekhyun is such an amazing person and I think I have used my entire luck to have him."

She laughed at your joke and you giggled. "And I promise that I'll always be by his side, Mrs Byun."

Mrs Byun was relieved to hear that and seeing your stare on Baekhyun which had nothing but respect and love for him made her happy.

She then frowned. "Don't call me Mrs Byun, call me aunty or mom would be fine too."

You stared at her before nodding and bit your lower lip from grinning before a presence came behind you suddenly making you both flinch. You both turned your face to see Baekhyun leaning against the couch with his folded arms resting against the headrest.

"You guys are awfully getting along well, were you both speaking badly about me?" He asked grinning annoyingly making you roll your eyes while Mrs Byun pulled his ear causing him whine.

"And you're awfully being naughty."

"Ahh! Eomma! It hurts!" He whined and you pulled your lips together preventing yourself from laughing and he looked at you with a pout. "And you're awfully enjoying this."

You just shrugged and Mrs Byun let him go as Baekhyun's brother came back with ice-creams in his hands and she excused herself to the kitchen. He turned his attention back to you and you immediately looked down pretending to looking through the pictures making him chuckle.

You gasped. "Omg! Baek, you were so small and adorable!"

He chuckled humming and leaned forward to your shoulder. "But do you realized, you just called me Baek?"

You turned to him. "Why? Don't you like it? Or do you prefer to be called Ajjusshi?"

Baekhyun bit his lip nodding at your answer before pulling your cheek. "You're really getting good at this."

"Oh, you still have them." You giggled pulling his mochi cheek before both of you breaking out in giggles.

Engrossed in eachother, you both were unaware of how his family was watching you two with a smile on their faces and happy to welcome another member in the family.

Time quickly went by and you were going back but were a little sad since you enjoyed being there. Right now, you were in the car and Baekhyun driving with your hand clasped in his firmly and you playing with his hands.

"So.. Did you like my family?"

You looked at him as his eyes were on the road and instantly smiled. "Yes, they are amazing."

"And here you were freaking out like they'll eat you up." He joked laughing and you glared at him unconsciously pouting.

"What did you and Eomma talked about?"

You smiled smugly. "Secret."

He scoffed playfully. "I have noticed that you're seriously getting good in this."

You shrugged. "Perks of being with my boyfriend."

He hummed smiling. "Okay, I like this."

You both laughed and then saw him smiling nonstop. "Why are you smiling?"

He chuckled before looking at you then back to the road and kissed the back of your hand. "I'm just happy."

You smiled. "Me too."

________________

(28th May)

10:11 pm

"Ugh!"

A groan left your lips as you felt tired of studying continuously for 3 hours for your exam tomorrow. It was end of May and soon your summer vacation will start after your last exam tomorrow.

Along with you, your friends also had exams including your boyfriend but their exams were over today, and they'll graduate soon unlike you who still had a semester left.

In these days, you weren't able to spend time with your boyfriend because you both were busy with your exams. Rose also had gone out of town for two weeks which means you can't meet each other at the Café but only at campus and that too briefly.

Sighing you dropped your head on the table while your eyes getting closed and decided to take a break. All of a sudden, you heard a shuffling sound down from the window and instantly sat up straight to see your window was opened.

There was no one but you still decided to close it not wanting to take a risk. As you walked over to the window, a gasp left your lips as your boyfriend's face popped up in front of you.

"Baekhyun!" You whisper-yelled staring at him shook but still happy to see him.

"Hi." He whispered smiling like a kid and a smile erupted automatically on your face but instantly faded when he started climbing inside.

"You know, we have front door for a reason." You implied taking his hand as you guided him inside.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He smirked processing to sit on your bed before a smile crept on his lips as he spotted the teddy on the bed which he gave you.

"The fun is, you won't break your legs."

He rolled his eyes as he looked at you. "Way to ruin the moment."

You gave him a look before pacing to your door and locked it, in case someone barges in.

You heard a gasp from him and turned around confused seeing a teasing smile plastered on his lips. "Y/n, I didn't know that you were this bold, huh?"

You looked at him in disbelief instantly flushing at his remark before glaring at him. "What a pervert!"

"You're locking the door and i'm the pervert? Nice."

"If my mum saw you like this, she will kick you out from the window."

He chuckled shaking his head. "Your mum won't do that. She adores me too much for that."

You raised your eyebrows at his statement and smiling at the confidence he had. Well, he wasn't wrong though.

"Okay, enough of this." You heard him before he held out his hand smiling. "Come here, i missed you."

You smiled walking towards him before holding his hand as he made you sit on his lap while you encircled your arms around his neck with his arms around your waist hugging you tightly.

That's when you realized, how much you have missed him.

"Don't do that again." You pulled away, arms still around his neck and looking at him with a stern look. "It's dangerous."

He just hummed removing your strands away from your face making your cheeks heat up but that didn't stop you from giving him a look.

He looked at your expression and chuckled kissing your cheek. "Okay, I won't."

"You're gonna do it again." You stated making him smile. "You know me well."

You just shook your head before noticing his soft gaze on you with a dreamy smile on his lips leaving you nervous and erupting butterflies in your tummy.

"Time to study back." You stood up immediately clearing your throat not wanting to make him hear your rapid heartbeat and he chuckled softly behind you.

"Are you seriously gonna study?" He asked making his way towards you sitting on the chair with your eyes on your books and you nodded scribbling and he leaned his back against the table beside you.

He grabbed your photo frame from the table and stared at your picture affectionally before looking at you then back to the picture few times. "You really haven't changed."

"You still have my strawberry cheeks." He softly poked and then pulled your cheek giggling making you look at him before he looked at you up to down. "Just.. you haven't really grown up."

You rolled your eyes poking his waist and he yelped laughing and you motioned him to keep quiet before a knock on the door got your attention and saw the handle being twisted getting your attention.

"Y/n, I brought you some tea and some almonds." Your mom spoke loudly and you panicked before looking back at Baekhyun who had the most calmest expression while indicating you to open the door.

"What are you doing? Hide quickly!" You whisper-yelled and he looked at you confused. "Why should I?"

You huffed grabbing his arm and led him beside the door before motioning him to keep quiet while Baekhyun was enjoying this adventure especially the panick look on your face.

As soon you opened the door, Baekhyun was hidden pretty well behind the door while your mom had the curious expression. "What were you doing? And why is your door locked?"

"Um..Dan!" You uttered licking your lips. "Dan kept barging and disturbing me so yeah."

"Oh okay, here." She pointed at the tray and stepped in but you instantly blocked her before taking the tray from her before leaning beside the door making the tray visible to Baekhyun as he shoved an almond in his mouth.

"Y/n, You're acting weird." Your mom frowned and you chuckled nervously before someone popped behind your mom.

"She must be watching her dramas." Jae spoke walking past her and you glared at him then another person came.

"Mom, she's hiding something." Daniel came behind her before leaning to her shoulder. "Or someone."

Your eyes enlarged as Daniel sent a smirk to you before going down while Baekhyun covered his mouth containing his laugh and your mom shoved you aside stepping in.

As you turned around, her eyes went beside you behind the door to see Baekhyun and he gave her a sheepish grin when they locked eyes. Your mom couldn't decide if she should scold you or laugh at your actions as somehow it seemed too cute to her that you were doing this.

"So this is what you were studying?" She put on a stern look and Baekhyun clasped his hands together standing behind you before greeting her.

"Oh, um, mum..I -"

She burst out laughing leaving you and Baekhyun shook before she pulled Baekhyun from behind you to the front beside you. "I really wouldn't have mind if you had come from the front door but then again where's fun in that?"

You shook your head sighing while Baekhyun looked at her surprised as she seemed too cool about this before she linked her arm around his making you both confuse.

"I'm taking my son in law downstairs and you can study. We won't disturb you." She led him outside and Baekhyun grinned at your dumbfounded look before shoving another almond and left winking at you.

"What just happened?" You stood there processing before flinching at the voice from downstairs which belonged to Daniel.

"Yeah right, study." You sighed sitting on the chair as you knew it was impossible since downstairs people were chaotic including your boyfriend too.

Family it is.

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@wooya1224 @buttercupbbh @jddcfc-blog @usernameloaa @gominieni

[pink-peony-princess]

Fight for You

"Why do people do this to themselves?" I shouted to Shawn and Peter over the roar of the crowd as Raul's fist made contact with his apponents cheek- a sickening crack ringing out around the cramped room."It's barbaric!"

"It's actually quite ordered," Peter counted, eyes not leaving the action. "There's more that they can't do than they can."

"I still think it's stupid," I grumbled, before jumping and slapping my hands over my eyes as Raul copped a nasty hit to his chest.

The only reason I'd come to see the fight was to support Raul I'd been friends with the Triplets since we were about 5, having immediately hit it off with them on the first day of preschool. We'd been inseperable since, but I'd always had a soft spot for Raul,we just seemed to get each other- and he was always so protective of me.

In middle school he'd punched Jacob Connor's out (the resident bully) when he'd somehow found out I'd started my period and spread it around the school like wildfire. Raul had been given a 5 day suspension for it, but he'd always maintained that 'it was worth it, the little weasel got what he deserved.'

As we grew we only got closer,we were each other's confidant, the one person who we trusted with all our secrets, or biggest dreams and our deepest fears. That didn't stop us going through the awkward phase where you realise that maybe you like the other person, but are too much of a scaredy-cat to do anything about it.

Everyone could see it, my friends at school, Peter and Shawn, even my parents told me I should do something about it.

"Don't fret, Kara, your boy will be fine," Shawn laughed teasingly looking down at me bring me back to the present. The boys towered over me at 6'2 they were well over a head taller than me.

"How can you say that?He's your brother," I was appalled. They had absolutely no concern for the fact that their brother, their triplet no less was being pummelled like a car at a junk yard.

"Because," Shawn continued. "It might not look like it, but Raul has the upper hand, he's more agile on his feet, can move faster than the baffoon he's facing,"

I couldn't help but laugh at the description. Compared to Raul,the guy he was versing really did look like a monkey.

Despite the fact that ever fibre of my being wanted nothing more than to go up there and rescue him, I couldn't help but watch in awe as Raul served punch after stratigic punch to his apponents, before finally the referee called time and he was declared the winner.

"You know he does it for you," Peter spoke.

"Does what?" I asked confused.

"Fights, he fights for you, to impress you."

"Don't be stupid," I rolled my eyes, but I was stunned, was he really doing it for me? Why did he feel he needed to impress me?

"I'm going to the toilet," I called to Peter as people started slowly filing out the doors, satisfied with the gratuitous violence they'd witnessed, now no-doubt board.I needed some air,space to think.

As I made my way slowly towards the doors, being all but pushed,forced by the sheer numbers of people baring down on me I started to regret not asking one of the boys to accompany me.

This side of town wasn't exactly known as a safe haven and I wasn't even sure where I needed to go.

And Raul's words of warning 'never go anywhere this side of town without one of us,' rang through my head, as I made my way out into the alley behind the delapidated building and into the night air which was full of the smell of stale cigarette smoke.

"Hey there pretty," a group of guys yelled as I walked past, before wolf whistling. I shuddered and picked up my pace, reaching for my bag that was across my body to try and call one of the boys. I no longer felt safe, in fact I was starting to panic, my hands shaking as I dug blindly through my small purse trying to find my cell. In my haste and in attention, I failed to noticed a massive dip in the run down concrete and before I had a chance to correct it,my foot was falling in, my ankle twisting as I fell heavily to the ground. My hands stung as they made harsh contact with the gravel covered floor.

I sat there for a minute dazed, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why not when I was with the guys? I wondered, a few tears leaking from my eyes I scrubbed them away angrily trying to get up, but to no avail. It was useless. I knew I needed help, but I wasn't sure how to get it, there was no way I was going to ask the men down the street for help.

"Kara? Is that you," I looked up with a sigh of relief immediately recognising the voice and he tall figure. It was Raul, making his way out from behind the building,bag slung over his shoulder,still covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscle top sticking to his chest highlighting his toned physique.

"What happend, why aren't you with Shawn and Peter?" he asked jogging down the street and dumping his bag in the ground before bending down in front of me.

"I got lost," I sighed. I tried to move my ankle which was now throbbing,wincing as a sharp, white-hot pain shot through my foot.

"I'll kill those dimwits," he growled as he looked at me.

"Don't blame them, it was me. I went to find a toilet and I didn't ask one of them to come with me," I explained,my voice shaky from pain and fear.

"How could you be so stupid!" he yelled surprising me. He looked livid."How many times have I told you," he hissed shaking his head, reaching for my foot, but I yanked it away despite the instant ache of protest it gave off. If he was going to be a sick, I didn't want his help,I felt bad enough already.

"Why are you being such a fucking asshole?You know what, don't worry, I'll find my own way home," I spat,tears running down my cheeks unchecked as I glared at him. I struggled to get up, using the wall behind me as support, but eventually made it. As soon as I put weight on my foot though I collapsed. The firey ache that started instantly was now worse than ever.

"I'm sorry," he puffed out. "I'm just worried I'd hate for you to get hurt,I love you," he whispered the last part, by I heard it. It took everything in my power to stay calm,it wasn't like I didn't know it, but I'd never expected him to admit it.

"I am hurt," I replied cooly, pointing to my foot.

"More hurt," he amended his eyes going dark,the grim look on his face didn't make it hard to guess what he was thinking and I shuddered.

"I'm going to take the shoe off," he told me, working quicky but carefully to release my foot from the confines of the heel I'd been wearing.

I couldn't help the hiss that left my lips as it finally feel free.

"Sorry," he apologised softly, much calmer than before. "It's already swelling," he commented as he took the foot in his hand and carefully manipulated it.

"I don't think you've torn anything, but I'll wrap it to make sure," he nodded to himself, unzipping the bag he'd discarded beside me and pulling what looked like strapping tape out.

"How do you know so much?" I asked as he took my foot in his hands again, very carefully wrapping the fabric around it, before pulling it tight. I could feel it throbbing,but I said nothing, not wanting to complain. It did feel better than it had before, but I knew by the time I made it home it'd need to be iced.

"Honey you learn this stuff when you fight, you have to fiend for yourself," he responded,"There all done," he added as he admired his work.

"Give me your hand," he spoke.

"What?"

"Your hands, they're bleeding."

"Ohh," I held my hands out for him to take. He tipped some water onto them which stung like hell, and wrapped them, before placing a kiss on each of my knuckles, causing me to blush. It was lucky it was dark and dimly lit because I knew that itlf he'd noticed he would have teased the daylights out of me.

"Thank you," I took his hand that he was holding out and let him pull me up, leaning into him instinctively.

"No worries, wouldn't want an invalid walking around town now, it'd ruin the street cred," he winked, causing me to laugh. This was the side of Raul that I was used to, the cheeky, unapologetically flirty, protective Raul.

"Nah really, of course I'd look after you, you're my favourite girl," he kissed my forehead as we made our way to find the others at which point Raul promptly chewed out their ears about the dangers of leaving me alone and their completely mind-blowing stupidity which had them both looking extremely guilty.

It was quickly forgotten though as we went on to celebrate his victory, Raul never leaving my side,checking every so often that I was okay, even going so far as to find pain killers for me which helped a heap.

"Thank you," I told him again as we piled into a taxi- Peter already having gone home and Shawn still partying. Normally Raul was the party animal, but he'd insisted he go home with me to make sure I got there in one piece.

It wasn't like I was going to say no, I appreciated the sweet gesture.

"Don't sweat it. You're my girl," he answered, kissing me again, but this time on the lips momentarily stunning me.

"And you're my boy," I giggled,beaming.

"So how about we make this official?" he suggested, that cheeky grin that I loved so much present again.

"I thought you'd never ask," I responded, reaching up to kiss him again.

[fictionalrambles]

Shadowhunters Fandom Story - Part Seven

Submitted by @lecrit​

Five Favourite Stories 

The Haunting of Lightwood Hall by @bonibaru​

Why I love this fic:

The plot is simply spectacular and the writing beautiful. I love murder mysteries and this one had me on the edge of my seat. I read it on the plane and didn’t see the trip go because of how engrossed I was in this story. Jace was a great side character and his relationship with Aline (plus their moment of closure) was one of the gems of this fic. Then of course, Magnus and Alec were amazing (their characterization is on point) and their relationship evolved beautifully. All in all, it instantly became one of my favorite malec fics ever the moment I finished it.

Favorite scene:

I could pick many more because of how I adore this fic, but the first scene of the first chapter is probably my favorite. I was hooked from the get-go, intrigued by Magnus’ late night wandering as much as Alec was and I felt curious alongside Magnus about Alec’s stiff yet oddly amiable demeanor. I just loved that scene, and I immediately knew I was in for a treat.

Favorite quote(s):

But Magnus found himself seriously considering an attempt to court the handsome – and hopefully not murderous - Lord Lightwood.

It was strange that such a small point of contact could carry with it such keen awareness of another person.

“Men and women love to tell themselves elaborate stories about why they can’t take on love. They will go on for hours and hours bemoaning their circumstances, their fate, even chalking it up to phases of the moon. But the truth is very simple. Either you are willing to hurl yourself, body and soul, into love - or you aren’t. If you don’t take this chance with Lord Alexander, you will be throwing away what could have been the greatest love of your life.”

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The Way It Should Be by j__writes

Why I love this fic:

It’s so genuine and heart-wrenching and utterly beautiful I’d fail to fully put in words who deeply I love it. The depth with which the emotions are portrayed, Alec’s struggle to come to term with his true feelings, Magnus��� heartbreaking denial over his own situation. It’s raw and visceral, but so beautiful and deeply human. Overall, it’s just realistic and relatable, and that’s the kind of thrilling experience I love to have as a reader. This fic is a gift to all of us, as is its author.

Favorite scene:

In chapter 4, the scene where Alec takes care of Magnus when he arrives with a swollen lip and Magnus opens up about Camille’s abuse. It destroyed my heart in the best possible way.

Favorite quote(s):

A shuffle of paper, the creaking sound of aged leather, the click of Magnus’ heeled boots, the hammering of his heart against his ribs, the gentle turn of the golden knob, the air rushing out of his lungs, the sound of rusting hinges squeaking, and then…Magnus.

“Magnus looks at you the same way.”

He hated himself enough for allowing his feelings to get this far. He never wanted this. If it had been up to him, he would have made his heart stay in love with Raj. Raj had been good to him and they’d built a good life together. It made no sense for his heart to betray him like this. To fall out of love with a perfectly good man and fall in love with someone else who was wholly unavailable to him.

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Salem by @la-muerta​

Why I love this fic:

It’s safe to say at this point that la_muerta is one of my favorite writers in the fandom. I had a hard time picking one fic, but Salem just holds a special place in my heart. I am deeply admirative of writers who manage to make world-building so effortless and this one just hit the spot for me. This is a thrilling read from start to finish and the combo of fantasy, horror and romance was so perfect I couldn’t put it down until I was done reading. Also one of the best dramatic climax I’ve ever read, fanfic or otherwise.

Favorite scene:

The scene in the tunnels where Magnus chases the spirits away and helps them find peace. I love that it’s from Alec’s POV, because we can feel his shock and awe at the display of Magnus’ power, especially because it seems so effortless for Magnus. I don’t know why it’s this one in particular, but I just deeply love this scene.

Favorite quote(s):

"So this is all we can do? Babysit the Mayor's son?" Ragnor asked Magnus in an undertone.

"I don't think we're babysitting him, Ragnor. I think he's babysitting us," Magnus said wryly.

Alec came downstairs to find his family ready for war.

And the Book fed on the love and the memories, and bided its time.

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Three to make a pair by @like-a-bucky​

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14360721/

Why I love this fic:

I love classic fanfiction tropes as much as the next person, but I love them even more with a twist, and this is one of the best Fake Dating AUs with a twist fics I’ve ever read. I love strong friendship dynamics and the one between Magnus and Jace was as unexpected as it was delightful. I also love that Alec being a soldier isn’t idealized (which is a problem I often have with works of fiction where a character is in the military in some way); his torments and trauma are raw and realistic and it adds infinite depth to the kindness of his character. Magnus is just as greatly written, and he broke and healed my heart several times throughout the fic.

Favorite scene:

It has to be the scene where Jace and Magnus tell Alec they’re not actually dating.

Favorite quote(s):

"But I... I don't share, Magnus."

"Jace," Alec cut him off, a bit more gently this time, "Please, get out. We'll talk about this later. You made your point, you're not dating and right now, that's all that matters. Because if he allows me to, I'm going to kiss Magnus senseless and I'd prefer that you weren't here to see it."

Thinking of you, on the bottle of milk. I love you, creased and hidden inside a random pair of socks. Don't eat all the ice-cream, inside the freezer, and Magnus had chuckled while reading it - he'd almost choked on his laughter the following month though, when he'd found out the I told you not to stuck to the last tub of ice-cream.

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Blankets, jam & other metaphors for love by Oumy

Why I love this fic:

I never left my home and yet I was right there in Tuscany the whole time. That’s an amazing thing to achieve through writing. This fic is just a slightly angsty but exquisitely warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders and guiding you to a journey of slow build, character growth and one of my personal weaknesses, found family. Magnus’ struggle and grief are just beautifully portrayed, and I don’t have enough words to praise how much I adored the Lightwood-Garroway family in this. They have my heart and I don’t want it back.

Favorite scene:

It is hands down the stargazing scene in chapter 4.  The tension woven through something as simple as holding hands was breathtaking. It was just… chills. Literal chills.

Favorite quote(s):

For the first time, he didn’t feel like part of the chaos of it, but rather a spectator on the outside looking in, drifting on the edges as his feelings churned, ebbed and flowed and hit him again and again with the certainty that he’d been wrong. It wasn’t that Alec didn’t have anything inside; it was that he had too much.

He listened to the sounds of the bustling morning, the world moving forward, unbothered by the crippling sadness he felt, and he braced himself and counted to ten.

All he knew is that there were words to be said, and that Alec was wholly unequipped to say them.

[angelsonthesideline]

Tales From the Ex-Crypt Vol. 9

Wow.. volume 9.. I'm going to wrap it up with this one because I really don't want to live in the past or think about any of these people any more. I'm happy, even if Mr HTG is still not officially mine, I only want to look forward and these crypts will be closed. There are definitely more stories than the ones I've written here.. but this is the one that people are like "NO.. that only happens in movies!"

So, I was minding my own business at work when one of my regular customers walked in with a friend. They had been at a dinner party, and started talking about winter tires, and my customer said that the friend had to come see me for tires, and proceeded to bring him in. His friend wasn't someone who really stood out to me, there was nothing remarkable to me about him. He was nice enough, mild mannered, tall, blue eyes, great smile (I'm a sucker for eyes and smiles) and we went over some tire options. I sent them on their way with the friend having his quotes in hand.

I didn't really think anything more of it, it was busy (snow) season and I was plenty busy. A week or so later, the friend comes back, he had decided on some tires and steel wheels and put his deposit down on the order. I wrote up the order, and handed him his copy, when he asked "so when do I get to see you again?" and my smart ass responded with something to the effect of when he got his tires on.

I hadn't really paid any attention to him prior to that moment, and he wasn't my "type" at all. I went home, and something kept nagging at me about him, so I sent him a text after getting his number off his order slip. This is not something I generally do, but since he'd already asked me out, I didn't feel like I was overstepping. This was also 10 years ago.

I didn't hear anything back until the Monday, when I got a profuse apology for the delay, and the excuse that he had had his phone stolen while having lunch on a patio over the weekend in a busy tourist town.

We started talking regularly, he came in and got his snow tires in the meantime, and we hung out for our first "date". He told me he was on a joint task force for terrorist threats between the FBI and CSIS and had to travel often as the supervisor of his unit. He said he would try to see me as often as possible but that it wasn't always a lot of time. I didn't mind, as I was busy and we facetimed and talked by text and phone. I never felt neglected.

We dated for a year, our relationship was amazing, we got along so well, and he made me strive to be my best self. I lost a ton of weight, was eating well, and made an appointment with my doctor to get my mental health in check.

We never had sex, we just had incredibly hot makeout sessions. I always thought it was odd that he didn't want to go any further, but he said he had had a bad experience and wanted to wait until we were married. As he was on the smaller side, I figured that had something to do with it, but I was so absolutely in love by that point it didn't really matter.

He had all sorts of pics of him in his flack in his suits, in the cars, with the guns, or just in offices. I'd get a text or call saying he was flying in and was driving to see me, but would only have about an hour or two to spend with me before he had to get back to his team and back on the road. It kept things exciting, and I loved surprise visits when he'd text me at work that he was outside.

I wanted to see him more, of course, especially as things got more intense between us. But it was always a matter of time for him. No matter how awful other things in my life were going, whenever asked how things with him were, I would immediately brighten and say they were amazing.

My anxiety was getting to a very dysfunctional level, and I was struggling hardcore to manage it. I went to the doctor, he arranged for me to begin therapy. He was supportive when I told him. This was around our 1 year together. But the next time I got to see him, I got doused with ice water, when I gifted him with an expensive watch and he told me he wanted to take our relationship back a step because of his schedule. His reason was that I was amazing and I deserved to be able to pursue someone who could give me everything he wasn't able to due to his job. I was blindsided and devastated. Because I loved him so much, and was dumb, I agreed to try. I'm an absolutely all-in or all-out type of personality, there is no grey middle ground for me. It is why I do struggle with FWB and casual arrangements, unless I have mentally steeled myself to be all-out and just enjoy the moment without feelings.

My first year of therapy and into my second was almost fully dedicated to dealing with this trauma. I have never had a break up so devastating. I am pretty sure most of the damage came from the shock, but also from the "trying" to move forward with him flitting in and out of my life instead of just cutting clean ties.

I cried a lot.. I was so stressed my cortisol levels caused my body to produce more than double the healthy level of reverse T3, completely messing up my thyroid and metabolism, I gained weight, lost energy and all the other fall out. It took me years to recover, and moving to NS and stumbling upon a doctor who treated the thyroid issues (which seem to be back in working order now after some thyroid hormone therapy).

I have never ever let someone have so much impact on my life, and the only reason I can ever explain it with was just the depth of love I had for this man. I don't even know why or what sucked me in, beyond his confidence and charm. He was one of the many devil Aquarius that I dated, always trying to prove the zodiac/astrology stuff was absolutely wrong (because I am generally SO drawn to Aquarius and have dated that sign more than any other). The zodiac definitely kicked my ass with Aquarius to show me that I fucked around and found out the hard way for sure.

We did the on and off/casual thing for 6 months before it was too toxic and messed me up too badly and I cut him off. It was about 6 months later he crawled back, and we tried it again for about another 6 months before I broke again and cut him off permanently.

I tried to not think of him, and started trying to move on with dating. My longterm ex and I had become gaming friends again by this point, in a mostly healthy and functional way. He had asked me to get an app called Voxter so he could send me voice messages (pre-imsg) and I had. You have to make an account to use Voxter though, and then the app itself didn't pick up my soft voice so I deleted it. But the account remained.

One day, I get an email that I have a new suggested contact/friend on Voxter. I open the email, and low and behold, it is Mr Aquarius Devil... and I'm like "hmm.. I don't have any of his new contact information in my phone" so I go to my computer and open my gmail.. start typing in his name and up pops this picture:

The fucker was MARRIED... and had a KID.

I will say, that was the BEST closure ever.. I was INSTANTLY over his ass instead of lamenting WHY it hadn't worked and what I had possibly done wrong. What I had done wrong, was fall for a fucking dirtbag.

Now, I work with the public.. and I had lots of regular customers that would ask me how I was and what was going on with me, and share what was going on with them. I was angry, and I showed a few of them this pic and was like "look at this fucker, he has a WIFE and KID" and I think it got back to him.

Two weeks after I stumbled upon this picture on his gmail, I got a full confessional email from him.

Turns out, he had been married for 12 years, and his son was 7 at the time I found out. Not only that, but he wasn't in law enforcement, HE WAS A PASTOR.. He had also gotten busted for sleeping with two women in his congregation, and fooling around with two others. He had lost his congregation and his church was sending him out west to some rehab. His wife was staying with him, and moving out there with him. He basically said it was all a lie (everything) and that his therapist said he had to write apology letters and explain himself to his victims (like myself). He said it was an ego trip to compensate for low self esteem. So basically, I was just an ego boosting toy for him.

A year later, I received a random text message from a southern Alberta phone number. I am guessing it was his wife, as all it said was "Have you been in contact with J***?" and I was like "J*** who?" and never heard anything ever again. But I am sure he was already back to his old tricks.