#and what’s crazy is that she got married recently but she didn’t even tell me when she got engaged I had to find out through someone’s story

[getting-messi]

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[seresinhangmanjake]

Do You Love?

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x wife!reader

Summary: Feyd is soft for his wife and only wants to know if she loves him. His wife just wants him to come home.

Notes/Warnings: fluff and a little angst and very light smut (still 18+), softy-soft Feyd, probably could do with a wedding prequel if people were interested, im sure there are typos. I think that's it.

Words: 1400

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He hates being away from you. Can't bear it. It takes less than two days for withdrawal from your lack of presence to settle in, and when it hits, it hits hard. The luminescence of your smile that threatens the darkness within him on his worst days; the delicate suppleness of your skin that introduced him to the softness and warmth of a human body; the specific quality and tone of your voice when you whisper and whimper and moan in his ear—he needs it. He needs you. He craves you until the second you’re in his arms again. He just wishes he could understand if you feel the same. He wishes he could know if you love him as much as he does you.

When you came into his life, you were a pawn for peace. A gift from one Great House to another. A reluctant bride who couldn’t choke back her tears on her wedding day. He’ll never forget the saltiness that lingered on his lips after the kiss that bound you to him forever. He can still feel the pang in his heart from seeing you finch when he guided the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder. 

It took ages for you to shed your fear; to allow him to hold you and kiss you and be inside of you, but those many months of ‘two steps forward, one step back’ have left him in a paralyzing state of identity crisis and uncertainty. You’ve turned him into a man who begs for scraps of reassurance that you care for him rather than a man who shows no mercy for love; a man so preoccupied with thoughts of his wife’s affection that not even his enemies are granted his full attention as he watches the light drain from their eyes. 

From the moment he leaves, he anticipates his return so you can quell his agitation, at least to some degree. The same words echo in his head each time he steps off a Harkonnen ship to search for you—hug me, hold me, kiss me, let my body inside of yours, tell me you love me—and in recent months you haven’t failed to do those things, with the exception of the last request. The day you tell him you love him will be the day he stops fearing you'll eventually grow bored with him. On that day, he’ll be happy, at peace. He’ll be unafraid of what his future with you will bring.

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Reader POV

He often goes to Arrakis for a week or two, that’s not new. He must monitor things and fight Fremen when necessary. However, this time was different. There was something foreign in his eyes after he kissed your palm and boarded his ship to depart. Sadness? Pain? Worry? All three? You didn’t know, but it terrified you from how little he tried to disguise it. With each departure, it’s seemed his mood has worsened and you can't decipher its cause.

Now, ten days later, your fingernails are worn to nubs and dark circles have found home under your eyes from nightmares interrupting your sleep. They’re different every night but they always end with Feyd not coming home to you, and you don’t know how to cope. You tell yourself you’re crazy, that there’s no possibility of him being taken down with a Fremen knife or gobbled up by a sandworm or blown to bits from his ship getting shot out of the sky. He’s too smart, too quick, too trained for such things to claim his life. At the same time, however, the last person whose death you dreamt of was your mother’s, and while it’s rare your dreams are prophetic, that one came to fruition not five days later. Who is to say your dreams of your husband are not the same?

But you can’t lose Feyd, not when it feels like you just got him. When you married, your dread of navigating a new husband and life on Giedi Prime—both of which have a reputation for being cold and desolate and harsh—crippled your ability to see him for who he is. It’s only been the last few months that you’ve let yourself love and understand him, and you can’t imagine a reality in which you wake one morning knowing you will never have him again. You wouldn’t survive it. 

But you won't have to, because he's fine, perfectly safe—that's what you tell yourself. He told you he wouldn’t be away long and he wouldn’t say that unless he believed it, right?

Then again, believing he would be home soon doesn’t mean fate agrees. What if he's already gone? Wait, no. No, he wouldn't do that to you. He'll be home because he always makes it home. He’s fine. He’s safe. He would never leave you. You nod to yourself, swallowing hard. He’s fine. He’s safe. He would never leave. He’s fine. He’s safe. He would never leave.

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Your body curls into the first touch of warmth you’ve had in a week and a half as a heavy weight rests in the dip of your waist and tugs you against a solid form. Plush lips ghost your temple. A heartbeat thrums in your ear and you feel the rise and fall of a chest. 

Oh, you like this dream. He’s so real in this dream. It’s the first dream where death is not at his heels.

“You don’t know how I miss you,” he mutters into your ear. Stands of your loose hair brush back from your face. “How unbearable it is.”

His voice is so clear, so beautiful and vivid that it’s almost like he’s really with you. Humming contently, you huddle further into him. “Then stop leaving me,” you mumble.

Breath catches in his chest, no longer moving at a steady rhythm. “You're awake?”

Your brows knit—that's not a very ‘dream-like’ question; it threatens your lovely illusion—and then your eyes snap open. 

“Feyd?” His nose is an inch from yours. Your hand raises to cup his cheek, just to see if he is real, and you gasp at how warm his skin is under your palm. “You're here,” you cry, quickly pushing him onto his back and crawling on top of him. 

You press your lips to his, hard. A whimper is pulled from your throat when he parts his mouth so you can get a taste of his tongue. Yes, he’s definitely real. 

Hands trail down your back to your ass, squeezing two handfuls of flesh and pushing your pelvis down onto his. He’s already hard and thick and pressing into you, the matching thin material of your nightgown and his sleep pants doing a pathetic job of maintaining any sort of barrier. 

Feyd slowly drags the ink-toned silk up the curves and dimples of your body until it pools at your waist. Fingers graze your skin as they move lower to slide through your slick bare folds, and at his touch, your brain goes absolutely fuzzy. You’re unashamedly desperate, refusing to take any longer to get what you need, but when you finally free him from his pants and he thrusts up into you, you both find yourselves stopping. The kiss breaks and you simply breathe in each other’s breaths as he stays nestled deep inside you. 

Your forehead falls to his. A fresh tear that you hadn’t noticed in your eye lands on his cheek. “You're ok,” you gently whimper, reassuring yourself of his safety. His nose nudges yours.

“When am I not?” he whispers as he catches the next tear with his thumb before it drops from your lower lashes. 

“In my nightmares.”

His brow pinches in curiosity, cock twitching within your walls. “You dream about me?” 

You lightly nod. “I thought this was a dream.”

“Why?”

“Because I had a sickening feeling you weren’t going to make it back this time. I know it was a routine trip, but I just couldn’t shake it,” you say. “And that would’ve killed me, Feyd. I love you.”

Feyd sucks in a short stream of air as his hips slightly buck up against yours. “You love me?” he repeats.

“Yes,” you exhale, riding the little high of pleasure that came from the sharp involuntary shift of his hips. “I was so scared to be right.”

Feyd's arms tighten around you and he tilts his chin up to connect your lips. Kisses travel along the line of your jaw and down the length of your neck. His tongue dips into the hollow of your throat. 

“I love you,” he tells you.

Your stuffy chuckle settles into a grin. “I know you do.”

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tag: @avidreader73

[prentisslvr]

established relationship with buck, where she keeps getting sent love letters by someone she saved and he is not having it

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU

summary: the guy you had saved during a shift, had fell in love with you and will not stop sending you love notes, and gifts. buck is not impressed

genre: fluff

warning: jealousy, creepy behaviour??? idk.

authors note: sorry this took me so long, i recently got covid-19, (in 2024 is crazy i know) but i’ve been super sick and barely able to do anything but im feeling better and decided to get onto answers asks!! so here!!

“another one?” buck asked exasperated, as you pick up the flowers, and note that had been left of the doorstep, he wanted to rip those flowers out of your hands, and stomp on them until the man who sent them could feel it.

“i gotta give it to the guy, he’s committed.” you say, chucking the flowers straight in the bin, opening the letter carefully. “shall we see what he’s got to say this time.”

evan takes the letter from your hands, ripping it to pieces before dropping it in the bin.

“no.”

evan said taking a seat on the sofa. “your little secret admirer needs to take a hint, he’s not wanted.”

you take a seat beside him and tilt you head. “it would be helpful if i knew who he was, then i could tell him i already have a handsome boyfriend in which i am hopelessly devoted to.”

buck smiled and let out a breath, leaning in and pecking your lips. “he doesn’t stand a chance.”

over the next few weeks the letters continued showing up, sometimes at the station, with flowers, chocolates, and even at one point, he had send the whole team treats.

and then it stopped for a while.

until it didn’t.

“okay this is getting creepy.” hen admits, eyes trained on the table full of flowers, treats, a bundle of flowers with the words. ‘marry me’ spelt across them, laid across the table, with all your favourite flowers.

“evan is going to flip out.” you groan. “get rid of it! all of it, this creepy fucking loser is trying to ruin my relationship before it’s barely began, i’ll be damned if he succeeds.”

“ouch babe, i didn’t know you thought of me as a creepy fucking loser.”

your head whips around and evan is stood with a ring in his hands, getting down on his knee in a swift fashion, the crack of the box opening up is all that can be heard.

silence.

the whole team watched with gaping mouths, and held their breaths.

“this was you?” you whisper, walking towards him. “not that creepy stalker guy?”

“i took care of him a few weeks ago.” buck says with a smirk. “i saw him leaving the note one day, when i came to visit, told him you weren’t interested and i was going to marry you. to he honest, the guy took it like a champ.. anyways, my knees getting numb, so what do you say?”

you nod quickly, forcing him to stand up, and shakily put the ring on your finger, the kiss which followed was indescribable, you weren’t kissing your boyfriend any longer, but you were kissing your fiancé.

he pulled away grabbing your face, the 118 who were watching with grins.

you were hopelessly devoted to this man, and it would be like that for the rest of your lives.

[trippinsorrows]

with me + part four

authors note: the love and response to this story continues to absolutely floor me. you guys are all so sweet! i was nervous about posting, but everyone has made me feel so happy that i did, so thank you!

couple of hints about things sprinkled through this one. the more i write, the more things are getting fleshed out, so idk how many parts this will be atp, nothing too crazy though!!!

also, some tags don't seem to work for some reason, like when i type it, the hyperlink doesn't appear so super sorry to those impacted by that!!!

warnings: angst, fluff, language, suggestive content

song inspo: with me by destiny’s child

word count: 5.8k

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You couldn't eat. 

Couldn't sleep.

Could barely think straight.

All that consumed you, ate at you, gnawed at your sanity was one thought and one thought alone.

He wanted to take her from you. 

Joe wanted to take your daughter from you, your four year old daughter who still couldn't even go to sleep at night unless she got to see or speak to you.

The daughter who he'd only known existed just recently but was seemingly set on ripping away from you.

That thought destroyed you, made you raw from blistering agony at just the idea of not having Callie with you full time. It destroyed you to the point that you decided to throw some clothes on, hop in your car, and set your google maps for the hotel you knew he’d be staying at. Damn the fact that it was the middle of the night or that you were stupid as hell for being in that situation in the first place. None of that mattered. 

You needed to talk to him, and you needed to talk to him now. 

Joe opens the door with a forceful swing, looking as irritated and disheveled as you’d expect one to look at nearly 1am in the morning. However, when his eyes land on you, confusion meshes with irritation. “Y/N?”

“Hi.” It’s said in a breathy tone. You're struggling to remember the script you rehearsed the whole drive there. “I’m sorry. I know it’s late—”

“What the..….” He sighs heavily and steps aside, motioning for you to come in. “Get in here.”

You don’t need to be told twice, looking around the hotel room that looks so plain and undeserving of someone with Joe’s stature. But, you also know this area isn’t exactly saturated with 5 star hotels, far from it. This is probably the most elite one he could find with such short notice, and it’s not bad at all, just….basic.

He clears his throat, and you return your attention to the man who you just realized is also shirtless. If not for the pending mental breakdown you’re fighting to keep at bay, it would be extremely distracting. Joe is a lot of things, and fine as hell is at the top of that list.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He sounds exhausted, and you can’t tell if it’s from the argument earlier that day or being woken up in the middle of the night. Probably both. 

“I just—I need to talk to you.”

“Now?” 

Nodding, you continue. “I know….I know I messed up, okay? I should have told you, but I just—I need you to look at it from my perspective. I need you to just hear me out, and if—if you still feel the same way, then–then I’ll have to deal with that….but please.” 

He’s leaning back against the dresser, arms crossed, taking time to answer as he weighs your offer. Finally, he concedes, “you came all the way over here. I’m not just gonna send you away.”

You’re thankful for him being willing to at least hear some of what you have to say. “Callie.....she was conceived the last time we were together.” Not sure if that part was necessary or the best way to start out, you quickly move on to the next point. “I didn’t find out I was pregnant until two months later. And on top of not knowing what the fuck to feel, I barely knew what to do. I was pregnant by a married man that I’d been sleeping with for three years. A married, famous man at that. Who I finally decided I needed to move on from.” 

Revisiting this is harder than you expected, harder than when you rehearsed it on your drive here. “I was scared, Joe, okay? I was scared, so I—I did what I thought was best at that time, and clearly it was wrong. I 100% own up to that, and you get to be angry with me, but you don’t get to let that anger influence your decision making, because it is.” 

This is the part you debated so deeply on whether to say or not say, to potentially poke the already irate bear. But, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t speak up for yourself and your daughter. “You want a legal custody arrangement, and I understand why, but—Joe, your name isn’t even on her birth certificate, but to tell you the truth…..I wanted it to be. I did.” Whether he believes you or not is on him, but it’s true. Because while he wasn't present in her life, he was still her father. Nothing would change that. “They wouldn’t do it without you present and without a paternity test—”

“I could have been there,” he interrupts, sounding more hurt than anything. “I should have been there.” 

“You’re right, but you weren’t, and I’m sorry for that too. I’m not trying to make any excuses here, just lay out facts. And the fact is that you can get a paternity test, you can establish paternity, and you can try to secure joint custody, but we both know there’s no way you can take her on. You work nonstop, Joe, and she can’t be on the road like that. She’s four for fucks sake. Calista needs stability, and she has that with me. You know I’m right.”

And you can see that he sees you’re right, the wheels turning in his head as he takes in your sound predictions.

“And I know you don’t right now, and that’s okay, but I am asking you to please trust me enough to know that I will not get in the way of you getting to know Calista. Trust that I only want what’s best for her, I’ve only ever wanted what was best for her.”

“Why should I?” Despite his words, you can see and hear the crumbling of his defenses, of the brick and mortar wall he'd erected earlier during the first round of this conversation. “What’s different now?”

“Because she asked about you.” This is the part that crushes you the most, that makes you wonder if you’ll ever be able to forgive yourself for even putting her in that situation. “Because she thinks you’re not in her life because she’s not a good girl, and I will not have my child grow up thinking she wasn’t good enough for her father to want to be in her life.”

You won’t let her grow up like you.

Period.

Having this discussion, saying these things aloud, you’re slowly starting to recognize how some of your own unaddressed issues have contributed to this situation. How your refusal to confront buried trauma has bled into another generation. It’s…..uncomfortable, to say the least.

And something you definitely need to revisit, probably sooner rather than later. Just…not right now. 

You’ve got to sort this through first.

It’s after a few minutes of silence that he finally speaks, voice surprisingly calm. “You’re right.” You let out a deep breath, nearly falling back at his words. You knew he was wavering but not to the point where he would yield. “I know….I know our situation is complicated, and I’m sorry for being so cold with you. I just—fuck, I don’t know how to process all of this.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Neither do I, but we can figure it out, because we can’t…..we can’t put her through a custody battle. I won’t do that.” Despite your very valid facts, you also recognize that while he probably wouldn’t win, he has access to the best legal team money can buy and would outlast you in court by miles. 

You won’t say it aloud, not even sure if you can, but you’d soon rather concede than put her through that. You’d give him whatever he asked for if it meant sparing her from that trauma. 

It’s a far cry from your stance hours earlier, but time and actually thinking things through made you realize the pain you’d experience at having Callie taken from you would be nothing compared to what that experience would do to her. You know custody disputes can be long and nasty, and though she was still young, you didn’t want to find out if they would question her. 

You’d sacrifice your soul and surrender. 

You loved her enough to let her go.

“You’re right.” He repeats himself, even and calm. It’s such a stark difference for both of you compared to the blowup from earlier. There’s actual communication occurring, talking with each other, instead of at each other. Listening to hear, not to react. “I—I couldn’t do that to you. I spoke out of anger. My schedule is crazy and she needs stability. You give her that.”

There’s an insurmountable amount of relief that washes over you at his words. It’s night and day from the angry—though rightfully—man that stood before you earlier today. And you couldn’t be more grateful. 

“Thank you.” There aren’t enough words to adequately express the depth of your gratitude. Joe is well within his right to be upset, and like you said, you’ll take whatever that is, so long as the both of you can agree that Callie being with you is for the best. For her, but for you too. You won’t deny that. Your daughter is your life, and the thought of being without her, even for a period of time makes you sick to your stomach. “I–” You wipe your eyes, completely unaware that you’d been crying at one point, the tears starting to dry up. “I’m taking off work tomorrow and keeping her home. You…you can come over once I pick her up from Mariah's."

His eyes light up with appreciation that matches your own for his willingness to look past his feelings to do what’s best for your child. “Yeah?”

You offer a small smile. “I’ll probably get her around 10 and text you when you can head over.”

He nods, and the excitement in his expression warms you. It’s so strange how you can go through so many emotions in such a short time regarding the man in front of you. He always has been able to evoke things out of you that no one else could.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

The way he takes you in, assessing you, it makes you shift your weight from one foot to another. Your hoodie suddenly feels too heavy, warmth climbing up to your cheeks. “I—” You gesture to the door with your thumb. “I should head out.” 

It’s when you turn to leave that he grabs your wrist to stop you. 

“Where are you going?”

Your brow lifts at his tone and words, confused by the quick change and his hand on your arm. “Umm, home?” 

“Like hell you are.” His dismissal is firm and final as he informs, “you'll crash here tonight.” Your face must be painted in defiance, because he explains, “it's almost 2 in the morning, and you look exhausted. I'm not letting you get on the road. Anything could happen.”

“Joe—”

He lifts his hand, silencing you as he points to the middle of the room. “You can take the bed. It's uncomfortable anyway.”

Ironically, a small yawn escapes, further proving his point. You are exhausted, in several different ways. The idea of driving back home right now is not nearly as appealing as sleeping off the day's events. “Okay.” Remembering his comment, you add, “you could have picked one of those fancy hotels ya'll stay in, you know.”

“I don't think there's anything ‘fancy’ within 30 miles of here.” He's not entirely wrong, the town's local steakhouse is considered the definition of fine dining and hotspot for special occasions. 

“There were once rumors of a Hilton being built.”

He looks almost hopeful. “When was that?”

You bite down on your lip. “When I was in middle school.” A small laugh escapes at his look of exasperation. 

“You should take the bed. It's gotta be more comfortable than the alternative.” Truly, because the idea of Joe's big ass trying to sleep on a damn fold out sofa is both hilarious and tragic. “I just need a shirt.”

He looks at you. “A shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“Because…..”

Rolling your eyes, you tug at your old college hoodie. “I can't sleep in this. It's uncomfortable as hell. I dress light at night. You know—” And you stop yourself, because he shouldn’t remember that you always sleep in either a big shirt or thin top and shorts, never more, oftentimes nothing at all when he was in town.

For obvious reasons.

You’re grateful when he turns away and digs through his bag, probably the only one he took with him. He always traveled lightly. He comes back, reaching you one of his black t-shirts. 

“Thanks.” Accepting the item, you walk over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Standing in the mirror, you take in your appearance. Joe was being nice by saying you look exhausted, cause you look like shit, every bit of the days events, loud and blaring. Blowing out a breath, you start removing your clothes but pause when you go to remove your bra.

Is that….is that too much? You haven’t slept in a bra in years. Not since puberty randomly hit you over the summer between freshman and sophomore year, where you went from a modest A cup to a whopping D. And post Callie body definitely wasn’t a D anymore. It just seems….it seems indecorous. 

Deciding to go with safe instead of sorry, you swallow your discomfort and keep your bra on. With the hair tie on your wrist, you do your best to pineapple your hair, knowing good and well it’ll be frizzfest when you wake up but not really caring. 

Another yawn leaves your mouth as you walk out the bathroom only to turn into a scowl as you find Joe sitting on the sofa on his phone.

If it wasn’t so late and you weren’t so tired, you’d argue with him why it’s stupid of you to take the bed. He’s at least a foot taller than you. But, you don’t have it in you so just mutter “stubborn asshole,” place your folded clothes on the dresser, and climb into the bed. 

You double check your alarm is still set for the right time and lean across the bed to place it on the nightstand. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a couple of minutes, your eyes closing as you try to sleep, even if for a couple of hours before you have to get back on the road. 

“What is she like?”

Your eyes open at his question, unexpected but understood. You think about it, wondering how to answer, how to explain all of the wonderful things that is your child. Finally, you settle on an answer, soft and honest. 

“You'll find out for yourself tomorrow.” And turning on your side, you murmur, “goodnight, Joe.”

He doesn’t say anything after that.

But while you sleep with the hope of believing that this can be worked out between the two of you, Joe lies awake, taking his turn with mind running a mile a minute.

He knew this would be difficult, knew it was going to get ugly to some extent, but what he didn’t expect was how impacted he'd be by seeing you again.

There was a stark difference between seeing you in photos and seeing you in person. His anger at the situation helped him to not react as strongly, but not as much as he liked or needed it to.

Because regardless of all his outrage, he’d missed you.

Even with your deception, with your deceit and all of his confusing emotions toward you in this whole situation, he missed you. 

Joe might not be ready to admit it aloud, but he’s never gotten over you. And not for lack of trying. He’d had a period where he tried to fuck away his feelings, tried to busy himself in between the legs of other women, his favorite distraction when he was in his twenties. Tried to remind himself that it was never meant to turn into anything anyway, that it wasn’t a big deal. But his efforts were fruitless and a waste of time.

He cared about you, he cared about you, arguably, more than he’d ever cared about a woman. Even….even Jadah.

The night you ended things was still a sore spot for him, still something he plays over in his head trying to make sense of. On the surface level, it’s pretty plain and simple. You wanted more, he couldn’t give it to you, so you moved on. 1+1. He was legally married for fucks sake. He couldn’t blame you for wanting more, but there was also a part of him that wondered why you didn’t just ask him for more.

Then again, that went both ways. Why didn’t he ask you for more?

It’s easy to say it was because of Jadah, because of his marriage, and that was both true and untrue. On his part, anyway. Divorce was easy in name but far from it in every other area. And for him, meant being forced to confront demons he tried his best to keep at bay. Up until two months ago, at least

Joe closes his eyes. This is all too much. 

He came here ready to confront you, and he had, in fucked up way, even if partially deserved. He came here to meet his daughter, to begin to form a bond with her, and he will do that. He just has to push the complicated feelings for you to the side and place them on the backburner until he can sort through that mess.

Calista is his priority right now. Whatever this is between you and him can be figured out later.

Hopefully. 

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“She can be shy until she gets to know you.”

The day seems to have escaped you, getting on the road early in the morning to drive back and prepare to pick up Callie. She’s thrilled to see you, and vice versa. The two of you spend the beginning of the morning together, stopping at a local diner to share a breakfast before heading back to your apartment. You spend a little more time together, one on one, before texting Joe to head over, staying true to your word. 

Especially since he informed you that he had to fly out tomorrow morning. You expected as such, knowing he’d probably already been gone longer than higher ups liked. He could only push the limits so much. 

You don’t even have to be looking at him to know he’s nervous, an understandable but strange thing. Weird almost. Joe’s a lot of things, but nervous has never been one of them. “But once she gets comfortable, she won’t shut up.” That makes him smile, and you’re grateful for that.  Sure enough, you find Callie in her playroom, which used to be your office space, but the more spoiled she became from your mom, the more you realized her room was too small for all of her stuff. “Hey, Callie Bear.”

Callie looks up, smile bright as she runs over to you. You lean down to meet her hug. She gives the best, loving hugs. “I’m making you something, mommy.”

You gasp. “You are? Well, I can’t wait to see it.”

“It’s a surprise, so no peeking!” She lifts her little finger, wagging it in your face. Laughing, you nod and push back some of her curls. Callie’s eyes then land on Joe’s massive frame standing near the doorway, silently observing. You can see the emotions so clearly on his face: surprise, shock, happiness.

Callie’s smile dims as she moves closer to you, holding you close, her stranger danger kicking in. A small part of you is grateful that even at almost five, she knows to be cautious. Then there’s the other part of you that’s saddened at the fact that the “stranger” she’s cautious of is her own father. “Baby, this is….this is….”

“I’m Joe,” he finishes for you, and you’re both grateful and annoyed. Conflicted because a small part of you wanted to be the one to tell her, but also grateful he ironically took that responsibility off of you. “I’m an old friend of your mom’s.”

Welp.

That’s not….that’s not what you expected him to say, not what you two discussed. It wasn’t explicitly stated, but you were under the impression that they would tell her the truth. His statement isn’t exactly a lie, you did once consider Joe to be a friend, much more than that, but still. Joe’s role in Callie’s life is significantly more than that. 

This seems to ebb away some of Callie’s caution as she asks, “really?” Her eyes fall on you, almost looking for approval. With a tight smile, you nod, giving her the relief she needs to loosen her hold on you. “Do you like Disney?” That causes you to genuinely laugh, something your sweet child definitely inherited from both you and your mom was a love of Disney. 

“I do,” he answers, and you pause. Does he really? Perhaps. Regardless, it’s a smart answer for your Disney loving child. “Do you?”

Callie nods happily, grabbing your arm and twisting it to show the ‘remember who you are’ tattoo on your wrist. “Mommy and grandma have Disney tattoos, and mommy’s gonna get a Moana one for me!”

“Really?” Joe, now crouched down to be at her eye level, sounds genuinely interested, and maybe he is. Callie is impressively charismatic at only four. She’s also his daughter who he’s wanting to develop a relationship with, so it’s not far-fetched that she could be talking to him about the rate at which grass grows, and he would entertain it like he was watching a 49ers game. “You like Moana?”

Is water wet? “She’s the bestest! Right, mommy?” 

You chuckle, fixing her shirt. “She watches it almost every day.” You always found it interesting, ironic even, that your daughter instantly gravitated to Moana, unaware that the voice of freaking Maui is her cousin, that she too had pacific islander ancestry. Through her dad. The dad you kept from her. 

“You know I don’t know if I’ve seen that one—”

Callie’s mouth drops open as she looks at you, “mommy, can we watch it? Please? Please? Pleeeeaaassseeee?”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you relent after pretending to think about it. You like to limit her screentime to two hours, and even though she already watched The Princess and the Frog earlier for the 97th time this month, there was no way you were not gonna allow this bonding opportunity. 

Squealing, Callie surprises you by breaking away and moving over to Joe, reaching for his hand. “Let’s go, Joe!” She pulls on the sleeve of his hoodie, probably to lead him into the living room where Disney Plus is signed in. 

Alone in her playroom, you run over what just happened. You thought you would tell her the truth, tell her that this is the father she was asking about, the one she thought didn’t want her when in actuality, he wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

And for a second, you get pissed off. Why wasn’t Joe honest with her? Isn’t this what he wanted? To be in her life. It’s confusing. He is confusing. But….you try to give him the benefit of the doubt, certain that he must have some reason behind his actions. You just hope they’re damn good reasons.

“Mommy!” You know that tone of hers, the tone that tells you a request is to follow. 

You shout back, “yes?”

“Joe likes popcorn too! Can we have some?”

You laugh and shake your head, shouting out an ‘okay’. Walking out of the room and into the living room, you find Callie near the TV, arm outstretched as she explains every detail of Moana, even the most obvious ones. But, Joe is sitting on the sofa, watching and listening intently. His smile is stapled. 

He looks…..he looks so happy.

Moving into the kitchen, you move around quietly to not interrupt and to get their popcorn made.

Waiting for the popcorn to finish, you hear Callie ‘whisper’ to Joe, “Mommy can’t cook, but she makes good snacks.”

Amid his laughter, you walk near the living room, hands on her hips. “I heard that, little ms. ma’am.”

“That’s what Grandma says,” Callie defends with a shrug of her little shoulders. “She says mommy is pretty and smart and funny, but she burns water.” She looks off, confused, as if it’s finally registering to her that that doesn’t make sense. “Mommy, how do you burn water?”

Joe is on the sofa, hand over his mouth, fighting for his life. You also can’t help but laugh at the absolutely serious look on her face. “Finish your movie.” 

The microwave dings, so you grab two bowls and fill them up equally. Delivering them to both, you place hers on the coffee table as she’s back to narrating. “Popcorn, as requested.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes go wide with excitement as she suddenly asks, “will you watch it with us?”

Damn. You had a feeling she would ask but was hoping she wouldn’t. Disappointing her twice in one weekend felt criminal. “Callie, I'm super behind with work.”

“Pleeeeasssseeee.” She starts with the begging again and then looks at Joe to inform him, “mommy’s a teacher. Do you have a job?”

Joe chuckles. “I do.”

“What do you do?” She asks in a sing-song tone. You give him that ‘I told you she never shuts up’ look. 

“I’m a professional wrestler.”

She’s clearly intrigued, asking, “are you actually good?”

“Callie!” This little girl and her lack of filter sometimes never ceases to amaze you. Your mom swears up and down it’s your payback from how blunt you were as a child. 

You’re starting to believe it.

Joe gives a shrug, clearly loving every bit of this. You can tell he wants her to keep the questions coming. He’ll answer em’ all if it means getting to spend time with her. “I’m alright.”

At that, you give him a look and crouch down to her level. “He’s very good.” You take the remote and quickly pause the TV, adding on, “matter of fact, he’s the universal undisputed champion.” Joe gives you a look, and you can tell he’s surprised by you knowing this piece of information.

You don’t watch wrestling as much as you used to, partially due to what happened between the two of you, mostly because you don’t have the time, but even non-wrestling people know about Roman Reigns and his current, historic title reign. You’re not sure if you’d feel entirely comfortable saying it to him, but you’re massively proud of Joe and all he’s accomplished. You always knew he could do it.

Her eyes widen with excitement and curiosity as she looks at Joe for clarification. “Really?”

“That is true.” 

Head tilted, she moves away from you and climbs on the sofa to sit next to him. Her little legs crossed over as she continues with the questions. “What does undis—undis—”

He helps her out, also angling his body more toward her. “Undisputed?” 

“Yeah! What does that mean?”

You can see he’s taking a minute to decide how to answer. “It means I don’t lose. Ever.”

“Whoooaaaa,” she breathes, obviously impressed. “You must eat a lot of veggies. I don’t like them, but mommy says they make you big and strong.”

“Your mom is right,” he agrees and looks her over. “You’re a very smart little girl. How old are you again? Like 15?”

“No, I’m four!” She giggles and lifts up four fingers. “But, I’ll be five on May 19th!”

His gaze softens. “Your birthday is in May?” She nods, happily. His smile is warm, emotional. “So is mine.”

You still for a moment. You hadn’t even thought about that, that her birthday was just days away from his. There’s something strangely sweet and moving about this fact, both to you and definitely to him.

“Really?” 

And that’s how it plays out for the rest of the day, a combination of Callie’s incessant questions, intermittent viewing of Moana and parts of Encanto. Lunch and dinner sprinkled somewhere in between. You’re even able to sneak off to do your lesson planning, Callie more than fine with just Joe to entertain her.

It warms your heart to see them connect almost instantaneously.

It’s why you wait as long as you can to interrupt, never wanting to do so, to invade their moment. But, you also know your daughter, know that she needs a certain amount of sleep to function the next day. And when you check in on them and catch her yawning, you know it’s unfortunately that time.

Sighing, you enter the living room with your arms crossed. “Callie Bear, it’s time to start getting ready for bed, mamas.”

“Nooo.” She whines. “I’m not tired.” Her groggy voice and scowl would indicate otherwise. 

“Of course, you’re not.” You bend down in front of her and reach for her hand. “Come on, we gotta tell Joe bye. He’s gotta get back to his hotel.” Despite her obvious objections, she climbs off the sofa and accepts your hand but not before looking at him. 

“Will you come over again tomorrow?” She asks with hopeful eyes and a voice of excitement, both things that make being honest with her that much harder.

He obviously doesn’t want to give her the truth, but it’s better than the alternative. With a frown, he answers, “I wish….but I’ve gotta get back to work tomorrow, Callie.”

Her smile drops, and sadness arises. “Why? Do you have to go?” Her quiet voice is comprised of disappointment and despondency. You can tell it hurts him. Her hope is dashed, replaced with sadness. “When will you come back?”

“As soon as he can.” You jump in to assist, hating the way he looks so devastated not having a specific date for her. Truth be told, you wouldn’t be surprised if he won’t be able to get away for another few weeks, if not more. “And you know what, you can use my iPad to Facetime him when he’s available anytime you want.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?” 

“Of course,” he assures. He reaches to push some hair out of her face. “I’ll call you whenever I can.”

She gives him a small smile. “You promise?” 

Joe swallows. “I promise, sweetheart.” 

Pleased and obviously ecstatic at this information, she surprises the both of you by tearing her hand from you to throw her little arms around him for an unexpected hug. You’re not sure why, but the sight makes your eyes water. His eyes close as he gently wraps his arms around her as well. You look away, almost uncomfortable interrupting this moment between the two of them.

When she pulls away, you swear you see disappointment reappear in his eyes. “Bye, Joe.” 

She returns to your side, and you gently direct her, “go put on your jammies and pick out a book. I’ll be right there in a few minutes, okay?” 

“Okay, mommy.” Without protest, she turns and heads back to her room. When it’s just the two of you, you turn to him, “she really likes you.” It feels silly saying such a thing. He’s her father. She should like him. She should love him.

But you also know better than anyone that being someone’s biological parent doesn’t automatically make them a parent. 

“That’s why you didn’t tell her, isn’t it? You want to gain her friendship first.” In watching and participating in the interaction between them, it dawned on you just why he didn’t tell her right away. Joe wanted to first establish a baseline with Callie, wanted her to get to know him just for him, to bond with him not because he was her dad, but because she wanted to. 

And clearly….clearly it worked. 

“She’s amazing,” he whispers. You see he’s still caught up in the emotion of it all, meeting his daughter for the first time, connecting with her as quickly and easily as he has.

“She is,” you agree, suddenly remembering why you’d dismissed Callie. “I–I uhh, I have something for you.” Standing back up—your knees were gonna hate you tomorrow—you pull the thumbdrive out of the back pocket of your jeans. He also stands with you. “I was that new mom who was intent on documenting every single thing my kid did, and I’m kinda glad I did now.” You reach and drop it in his open palm. “I got everything on video. Her first word, first time crawling, first time walking….all of it.” Suddenly uncomfortable with his silence, you add on, “I know it’s not the same as being there, but—”

“Thank you.” he interrupts in a quiet voice, immensely grateful to you at this moment. “Thank you, Y/N.” 

Emotion seems to be the keyword of the day, because yours are also all over the place, for a variety of reasons. It’s an experience that’s both overwhelming and confusing, but also….nice? You can’t necessarily describe it, but there’s something comforting about Joe having a role in Callie’s life.

But that doesn’t equate with your decision to not tell him about her in the first place, hence why you’re a hot ass, confused mess.

He’s making you feel things again, and you don’t like it. 

“I know getting back here won’t be easy, especially with the holidays rolling around. But, whenever you can come, you’re welcome. I mean it.” Thanksgiving is less than 3 weeks away. You’re highly doubtful he’ll be touching down before then. “Christmas is her favorite holiday. I know she’d love to have you here for that.”

“I’ll be back before Christmas and for Christmas.” You don’t know how, but you do know he’s convinced of it, and you don’t put it past him. He seems entirely determined. 

“Okay.” You walk him to the door, unsure why your bodies being so close to each other is an uncomfortable yet pleasing feeling. “Oh,” you suddenly remember something. “You need to make a Snapchat account.”

He scowls almost instantly. “A what?” A small laugh escapes you at his instant disgust. “I’m too old for that shit.”

“We both are, but it’s an easy way for me to share Callie and all her randomness with people. Make it and send me the username. I’ll add you.” It seems all it takes is for you to mention Callie, and he’s sold. He nods in agreement, all distaste washed away with the eagerness of receiving photos and videos of Callie on the regular. You keep your hand on the door, chewing on your lip, murmuring, “Goodnight, Joe.” 

He gives you a look, something unspoken in his eyes. “Goodnight, Y/N.” 

Closing the door behind you, you lock it and take a deep breath, unsure why your stomach is in knots. Not from anxiety or fear but happiness. 

You’re happy to have Joe back in your life, even with all of the bullshit that’s transpired in this single day. There’s something relieving about having him around, and you know it’s for Callie. It needs to be just for Callie, because what you can never do again is allow yourself to fall back into that situation. 

No matter how badly your heart and your head are clashing right now.

No matter how much you're starting to wonder if your heart ever really left that situation.

[margotw10bis]

Friendly Marriage.JJK Drabble 1

bestfriend!Jungkook/husband!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: drabble; fluff (non-idol Jungkook)

Words: 1k

Synopsis: Jungkook and you go to a bar with your friends but your best friend feels unsecure

"Steal My Girl" drabble from Friendly Marriage (this takes place after Jungkook and Y/N got married and before the main story)

"Oh come on! Stop pouting" You urge Jungkook, pinching his cheek

He growls and claps your hand away. He is still mad about what happened to the bar earlier, even if it has been more than two hours. 

It was a great evening, Jungkook and you enjoying the great company of your friends. You had at good laugh, joking about how your friends asked you again if you were dating. You denied it but maybe the fact that Jungkook had his arm around your shoulders, basically cuddling you, was disturbing. It didn’t help that you buried your face into the crook of his neck when alcohol started making you tipsy. 

"You’re okay, wifey?" He asked softly in your ear and you hummed for a response 

The light movement made your lips brushed against his throat, sending shivers down to Jungkook’s spine. He tightened his hold and pressed you deeper against his side. He pecked the top of your head. When you lifted up your head and looked around the table, you definitely saw the look on your friends’ faces: ‘there is no way they aren’t dating’. The message was clear at the way they eyed you. 

You smiled a little when you remembered that it was after a night like that, hanging out at the bar with those same friends, that Jungkook had the crazy idea to get married not so long ago. 

"He’s my hubby" You said, just like it explained everything 

"You are married but not dating. That doesn’t even make sense!" Jimin exclaimed with frustration 

"It does for us" Jungkook stated "I love Y/N and she loves me, because we are best friends"

Your friends gave up on reasoning you that best friends don’t get married. Sharing a look with Jungkook, you both knew that yes, best friends get married if they are the most important person in each other’s life. You were the living proof of that and Jungkook pretended to give Jimin the finger but lifted up his forefinger, shining with the recent silver band. 

So yeah, honestly, everything was great. Until you went to the bar desk and ordered drinks. Well, the problem was not that. The problem was that a fucking guy approached you and flirted with you. At first, you smiled politely — because you are too nice and too sweet to tell people to fuck away. But then, when the guy became more insistent, you felt like you had to give him a big fat ‘no’. You showed him your ring. Yet, the guy didn’t fucking care. 

At first, your best friend/husband watched the scene almost amused. It wasn’t rare that you were hitting on and honestly, Jungkook can understand why. You are so pretty and when people get to know you, they can only love you. But you clearly notified the stranger that you were not interested. Then why was he still insisting? 

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to stand up with a irritated growl and join you. He got a bribe of the guy’s words ‘Come on, sugar, he doesn’t have to know’. That fucking pissed him off. He strategically places himself behind you and wrapped his tattooed arm around you to bring you against his chest. He hold you tight and someway he relaxed when your left hand landed on his forearm and caressed it to calm Jungkook now. You knew that your best friend could easily punch the guy, especially with his boxing license — but that was exactly the reason why he couldn’t punch anyone outside a ring. He said something like ‘I’m the husband so get the fuck out of here’. The harsh tone and the noticeable clenched fists seemed to convince the stranger to skedaddle.

Since then, you have kept teasing him. It’s not your fault he looked like a jealous boyfriend. Well, you know that Jungkook is protective over you but, sometimes, it feels like he is getting a little too much into the ‘husband character’ — maybe you are too. Just an example of that is when Jungkook was making breakfast the other day and that you hugged him from behind, enjoying the warmth coming from his naked back. You even gave him a peck, rewarded by a pleasant hum from Jungkook, before you realized that it might be a little too much for best friends and absolutely right between spouses… 

"Sorry for ruining your one night stand" He mumbles as he falls on the couch 

"Come on, Kookie" You tell him softly

You sit next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. 

"I know you did it for protecting me. So I thank you for that. But you have to let me deal with those situations, I’m a grown up woman" You explain, drawing circles on his chest with your fingers because you know that will ease him 

There are so many things that you know about each other. 

"I know but I was just worried. I hate that everyone is trying to steal you from me" He confesses 

You lift up your head to look at his face. You hate to see a hint of pain in his beautiful doe eyes. How can he think that? Jungkook is the most important person in your life. Didn’t he listen to anything you said on your wedding three months ago? ‘Thank you so much for being in my life and loving me. I’m the luckiest person on Earth and I will keep being it as long as you are with me’. Didn’t he get it? 

"Kook" You say so lowly that it’s almost a whisper "No one is trying to steal me from you" Your best friend scoffs at that "And I’m not willing to let anyone do it. Look at the ring on my finger" You lift up your left hand "This is a promise. I promised you and you promised me. This marriage is you and me. And it was your idea so you’re stuck with me now"

You both chuckle and Jungkook grabs your hand. 

"You and me, forever" He tells you, making the same promise all over again

[ozwriterchick]

Engaged, Married, Pregnant, Baby?

A/Note: My 2nd Joe fic, hope you enjoy. Don't forget to like and reblog and leave me a comment with any feedback (nicely please)

I do not own any of the characters in this story except the OFC characters mentioned. I do not give permission for my work to be copied, translated or in any other way taken/stolen.

Characters: Joe Burrow; OFC!Reader; OFC!Readers Best Friend; Mentions of other Bengal players & staff

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy; Engagement; Breaking up; a bit of angst; flashbacks

W/C: 2836

You sat on the sofa in the living room of the house you shared with Joe, thinking back on the last few weeks.  Things between you and Joe had changed so much, and so fast, that it still made your head spin.

The hardest part is not being able to tell anyone what was happening.  You and Joe had both agreed to keep the news to yourselves for now.  At least until you’d both got your heads around it.

As you contemplated everything, Joe walked in from the kitchen with a cup of tea for you and a bottle of water for him.  He sat on the sofa next to you.

“So” he began, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel sick to be honest with you Joe, I just hate that I can’t talk to anyone about what’s going on.  Get some advice on the best thing to do, the best way to handle all of this.”

“I know what you mean.  I never dreamed things would turn out like this.”

“Can I ask you a question? I just want to know one thing”

“Of course, you can ask me anything.”

“Did you do this because of what I told you?”

“No, I’m not sure how I can make you see that this has nothing to do with anything else.”

“I don’t know, I’m just not sure about anything right now.  I feel like I need some time on my own, staying here and not talking to anyone else is making me crazy and not helping me get this through my head.”

“So, who do you want to tell? Who are you going to talk to? Does the fact that we agreed not to say anything yet mean nothing?”

“Joe, don’t blow this out of proportion, please.  Of course it means something, I just don’t think it’s getting either of us anywhere.”

You got up from the sofa and headed towards the stairs. “I’m going to pack a bag and go stay with Vanessa for a few days, I’m not cutting you off, we can still talk, but I need to talk to someone else…”

“Babe, I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you want or need, but if that’s what you need to do, I might talk to someone else as well.  Remember I love you”

“I love you too Joe, I’ll see you in a few days”

Knocking on Vanessa, my best friend’s door later that day, I was nervous.  Because all of a sudden my life recently was going to be laid bare to someone other than Joe or I.  I know I told him I needed this but it didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking.

Vanessa opened the door, looking at me with a sympathetic look on her face and pulled me into a hug.   “Oh babe, what happened?  What did he do?”

“I’ll tell you everything, but can I come in and stay a couple of days, I just need to get my head together”

“Of course love, come on in, I’ll put the kettle on”

I sat at Vanessa’s kitchen table, after putting my bag in her spare room.  She sat opposite me, placing a cup of tea in front of each of us.

“So, do you want to tell me what’s up or would you like some small talk?”

“I need to get this off my chest,” I laughed at her “Let me talk, no interruptions, questions at the end”

Smiling, she nodded and I cast my mind back about 5 weeks.

Flashback - 5 weeks ago

I woke early, even before Joe was up for his morning run.  This wasn’t unusual, but it certainly wasn’t a regular occurrence.  Unsure what had woken me, I pushed back the covers and made my way into our bathroom.  After using the facilities, I washed my hands, splashing some water on my face.

As I turned to exit the bathroom, a cold sweat ran through me and I hesitated, feeling like I could throw up.  Sitting on the edge of the bath, I took a few deep breaths as I rested my forehead on the countertop beside my sink,.

Feeling a bit better, I stood to go back to bed when I heard Joe stirring.  “Babe, where are you?” He said.

Emerging from the bathroom, I smiled at him “Did you miss me?  Can’t I even use the bathroom?” I smirked, letting him know I was not really pissed at him.

“I always miss you when you’re not right next to me.”

As I got back into bed, another wave of nausea hit me.  I ran into the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

Joe followed me in “Joe go, you don’t need to see me vomiting.” I told him.

“Are you ok?  What is wrong?  Was it something you ate at dinner last night?”

“I don’t think so, you had the same thing so it couldn’t b that.  Ir’s probably just some random 24 hour thing.  I’ll call out of work today and spend the day resting on the couch with plenty of fluids and I’ll be right as rain tonight.”

“Only if you’re sure” he said. “I’ll put my run off this morning and let coach know that I won’t be at the stadium today.”

“No, Joe, season starts in just a few weeks, you have to keep going with your rehab on your calf and training to keep up your strength in other areas.  I’ll be fine.  I promise if I’m not I’ll let you know.  No need for us both to put our days on hold.”

“Ok, but seriously, I mean it, let me know if you need anything.”

Joe made some simple toast for me and a cup of tea for breakfast so I had something in my stomach in case I needed to throw up again.  As I promised Joe, I spent the day on the couch, binge watching Netflix and various other streaming services.

He made it home about 3.30pm with several bags of groceries.  He’d bought a plethora of my favourite snacks, as well as food that would be gentle on my stomach that might make me feel like eating.

“How are you feeling now babe?” He asked.

“Much better, I haven’t thrown up again, so I’m not sure what it was but hopefully it’s gone now.  I’m a little hungry, what did you want to do for dinner? I haven’t got anything out or started yet.”

“Well, given you’re the sick one, what do you feel like?”

“Maybe we could get Chinese, I could have some soup and maybe some fried rice or noodles, just no strong sauces or anything like that.”

“Sounds good, I’ll order from our usual place.”

After dinner that night, Joe and I relaxed for a bit, watched some tv then he noticed me yawning and my eyes drooping.  “Babe” he whispered. “Let’s get you to bed, you need your rest.”

“Mmhmm, can you carry me?”

“Of course I can”. He picked me up effortlessly and carried me up the stairs as if I weighed nothing.  He placed me on the edge of the bed, and went to the dresser to get some comfy jimmies out.

While I waited I headed into the bathroom to pee, and brush my teeth and then went to take my birth control which I did every night before bed.  All of a sudden I went cold all over.  Not the nauseous cold from earlier, but a cold realisation that I think I knew what was wrong.

“Uhhh, Joe..”

“Yeah, what’s up.”  He walked through the bathroom door and looked at me in the mirror.

“I think I might have an idea what was wrong with me this morning.”

“Oh really?  What do you think it was?” At that I turned around and he saw I had my birth control pills in my hand.

“Uhh, babe?” He questioned.

“I'm late.  My period is late.”

His eyes went wide as he realised what I was saying “but you’re on the pill.”

“Yeah, but remember I drank too much about a month ago and I threw up, that night it mustn’t have got into my system enough.”

“Uhmmm, ok. Well, if you are, then you are.  Do we have any tests?”  

This wasn’t even a remote possibility. I shook my head.

“Well, I’ll go grab some and we can do the test first thing tomorrow.  Let’s not get too excited until we do, ok?”

“Ok, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.  Can you go get some now and we can do one tonight?”

“Sure, I’ll be back.”

About 20 minutes later, Joe was back with a pharmacy bag.  He’d gone all out and had purchased about 3 different types of tests.  

He was reading the back of one as he walked into the bedroom.  “Babe, I’m not sure if it will achieve anything taking one tonight. The back of the pack says it’s most accurate first thing in the morning.”

“I know, but I won’t sleep if we wait.  Negative or positive tonight, I at least need to have an answer, even if it comes up different tomorrow.  Let’s use this early answer test, it’s supposed to pick up even the smallest trace of the HCG hormone.

I’ve never had 3 minutes take so long as it did waiting for this test to develop.  Joe was pacing in and out of the bathroom door while I sat on the closed toilet lid, my knee bouncing showing my anxiety.  I just wanted to know, but I also just wanted to know how Joe truly felt about it.

*Ding* the timer on my phone went off.  Joe stopped pacing, standing in the doorway, holding himself up against the door frame.

I looked up at him anxiously, he nodded at me, telling me to check.  Turning it over I could see the control line and I swear there was a faint 2nd line.  I showed Joe “Do you see 1 line or 2?” I asked him.

“I’m not sure I think there’s a 2nd line, that means pregnant, right?”

“Usually, but it’s so faint I don’t know if I’m seeing it because I want to or because I don’t want to.”

“So it doesn’t put your mind at ease?”

“Not really, but I guess I’ll just have to wait until the morning.  I’m going to try and sleep.”

“Ok, I’ll be back up shortly, I just have a bit of game film to watch for Zac tonight.”

Joe went into his office and, I didn’t know until the next morning but he’d messaged Zac to let him know that he’d likely not be in tomorrow as I wasn’t well.  I’m glad he didn’t say anything else, that way if the morning test was negative, we wouldn’t have to explain anything.”

The next morning I woke early again, having managed to get a few hours sleep.  Joe was already awake this time, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Morning” I said huskily, still sleep in my voice. “how are you this morning?”

“I think I should be asking you that” he chuckled.  “Did you wanna get this done so we have some answers?”

Nodding I got up and made my way into the bathroom.  Thankfully Joe didn’t follow me until he heard the tap running and knew I was done.  I grabbed another of the early answer tests, and one of the digital tests and dipped them both in the container.

Snapping the caps back on, we started another 3 minute wait that didn’t go any faster than the one the night before.

When my phone pinged to let us know the time was up, I picked both tests up and looked at them.  Turning my face to Joe, tears in my eyes, he said “Well…”

“Negative” I said.

His shoulders sagged and the look on his face was utter devastation.  “Oh well, maybe that’s a good thing, we always talked about getting married and travelling a bit before having a baby.”

“Yeah, we did”

“So, it’s negative.  That’s ok, it doesn’t mean it won’t happen in the future.”

“Right.”

“I mean.. Really?  Are you sure?”

“No, it’s positive” and I showed him the tests.  2 strong lines on one and the word Pregnant on the other.

“But you said…”

“I know, I lied.  But at least we know how you really feel about it.”

“Ooo, that’s a risky little move there babe.  Oh. My. God. I’m going to be a Dad.  We’re going to have a baby!”

I nodded “We’re going to have a baby.”

He hugged me and twirled me around, smattering kisses all over my face.  “How do you feel about it?” he asked.

I’d had most of the night awake to think about it and the more I did, the more excited I became about the idea of having Joe’s baby.

I moved into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed with the 2 tests in my hand.  I really wanted to shout it from the rooftops but I knew we had to talk about it and decide when we’d start telling people.  I’m pretty sure I’m about 4 weeks, which is still super super early and I didn’t want to have to explain if we told people and then something happened.

Joe had gone into the walk in robe and I could hear him rustling through one of his drawers.  He came back out a few minutes later and sat beside me on the bed.

“So I guess we have to decide when we tell people” I said to him.  “We should probably wait until after 12 weeks, that’s when the biggest danger period is over.”

Joe agreed and then turned to me.  “Babe, I know we talked about this and doing it Engaged, Married, Pregnant, Baby, but maybe we can do it another way.”

“What do you mean Joe?”

“Maybe we do it Pregnant, Engaged, Baby, Married?”  And with that he held out a small black box.  He moved off the bed onto his knee and simply said “Marry Me?”

Present

“Oh. My. God. Sweetie, you’re pregnant.. and Engaged?”

“Well, Pregnant yes, engaged, eh, I’m not sure..”

“Why? You love Joe, and he clearly loves you.”

“I know but I’m worried he only proposed because of the baby.  I want to marry him but I want him to want to marry me too, I don’t want him to do it just because of the baby.”

“I honestly don’t think that’s the case but you need to talk to him.  You need to tell him that. Dear god woman, he’s been living in limbo. You’ve kept him hanging for 5 weeks?  The poor guy is probably devastated thinking you don’t want to marry him.”

‘You’re so right, I need to talk to him and sort this out.  It’s not fair to him.  I was going to stay for a few days but I think I need to go home and tell him how I feel.”

“Please keep me updated and you know you always have a spare room here. No matter what.”

“Thanks V, I love you”

Back at our place I walked through the front door to see Joe asleep on the sofa.  I quietly put my stuff back in our room and went downstairs, sitting beside him and shaking him gently.

“Joe babe, wake up. I’m home”

A very sleepy, disoriented Joe looked up at me “I thought you were going to be gone for a few days.  I didn’t expect you back yet.”

“I know, but Vanessa and I talked and she made me see that the way I’ve treated you the last few weeks hasn’t been fair to you.  So, let’s talk”

About an hour later, we had talked everything out.  Lastly Joe said “I’d like to know why you thought I only proposed to you because of the baby?”

“I don’t know we had talked about it but not yet and not super seriously and it was just a shock and all.”

“Babe, we both found out you were pregnant at the same time right? Early that morning.”

“Right it was about 6.30am”

“And what did I do, I went straight to my closet and got the ring that I bought months back, and proposed.”

“Yeah?”

“Well if it was only about the baby, I would have had to go buy a ring, right?”

“Oh God, Joe, I’m so sorry, my hormones and probably already a bit of baby brain, I didn’t even think of that.”

“I love you, but you’re crazy - in a good way”

“I feel even worse now.  But I guess I owe you an answer to that question from 5 weeks ago.”

“I guess you do…”

“Yes Joe, of course I’ll marry you, it’s all I’ve wanted for a while.”

“Me too Babe, and now all I want is you and this baby.”

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Stupid Jar Opener

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

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Be kind😅 I wrote this in about 20 minutes…

I have had NO MOTIVATION recently… this is my attempt to get back to it❤️.

Rooster woke up with the biggest smile on his face. He had been gone for almost three months on a deployment. He came home to his cozy house and his beautiful wife.

Rooster reached to feel for Y/N and was met with the cold bed. He smirked. Though he wished to hold on to her for a little bit longer this morning. He knew where she was. He knew that despite being separated for months, she wanted to keep their home as normal as possible for him. And on Saturdays, Y/N would wake up, start coffee and start to make breakfast.

Nothing too special, just eggs, bacon and toast. Bradley knew Y/N didn’t have to do this. He knew this wasn’t some kind of prehistoric mindset of women serving. He knew this was her own special way of showing love. Y/N was an incredibly independent person. But there was one thing. Every Saturday, like clock work, Rooster would be woken up by Y/N holding a jar of his favorite jam, pouting.

He knew it drove her crazy that as a strong adult woman, she couldn’t manage to open a jar. Bradley would gladly, and smugly, open it every time. All while silently praying Y/N never caught on to the fact he was secretly tightening it Friday nights before bed.

Bradley knew this was an insane thing to do. But since he was gone so much, he enjoyed feeling needed while he was at home. As he laid there the smile slowly faded from his face. It had been about 20 minutes and there was no Y/N and no jar.

He was about to get up and see is she had run away when the door opened. Bradley looked to the door and smirked, “Jar trouble again?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Not this time. Breakfast is ready.” She said sassily as she turned and walked away.

Bradley froze. ‘What?’ Roaster thought. ‘She doesn’t need me to open the jar? That is literally all I am good for around here!’

Bradley quickly got up and rushed to the kitchen. He stared at the table which had not one but three different jars of jams and jellies almost mocking him.

A smiling Y/N handed him a plate and he snapped, “Are you breaking up with me?”

“Bradley we’re married. What are you taking about?” Y/N asked.

“Then what the hell is this?” Bradley said starting to panic.

“Breakfast?” Y/N asked again, even more confused.

“I MEAN THE JARS! How did you open them?” Bradley said almost yelling.

Y/N looked at her husband’s very serious face and then broke into laughter.

She walked to the counter and opened a drawer revealing a plastic apparatus.

“It’s a jar opener.” Y/N said calmly, as if talking to a spooked animal. “I got it so I could still eat while you were gone.”

Bradley looked at the inanimate object and immediately recognized it as the enemy.

“No.” Bradley said, “Get rid of it! Opening jars is literally the only thing you need me for and I will not be replaced by a wannabe can opener!” Bradley was deathly serious.

Y/N, however, was in tears from laughter. She understood where Bradley was coming from and thought this might happen. But never fear, she had a plan.

“Well you two will have to learn to get along. Now eat before it gets cold.” Y/N said and then kissed his cheek.

Bradley pouted and sat down. ‘Now what will happen? She’s going to realize I’m useless around her and leave me!’ He thought.

Y/N could tell by his silence that her loving, but over dramatic, husband probably thought they were as good as divorced.

“Oh! While I’m thinking about it,” Y/N said, getting Rooster’s attention.

“The step-stool broke while you were gone and I haven’t been able to get a new one. Can you please check and change some of the lightbulbs when you get a chance?”

“YES!” Bradley shouted, “Absolutely! In fact I’ll go do that now!” He rushed off leaving half a plate of food.

‘Ha! Take that stupid jar opener!’ He thought to himself.

Y/N shook her head and smiled. She knew it would work.

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Part ii: Strangers

ex-husband!Geto x fem!reader

reader: she/her pronouns, wears a skirt/dress, tits & vagina pet names: my love note: I use MC in the place of y/n because I prefer it cw: religious themes, yandere!Geto, fake boyfriend scenario

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"Remind me what happened between you two again?" Choso was a new friend, so he knew little about the divorce.

"He was just so manipulative." You sighed. "It was a whirlwind romance. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was like he couldn’t do anything wrong. And I was so stupid, I let him convince me I didn’t need friends, that I didn’t need family. He kept lying to me to alienate me from my friends. Gojo was the only one he’d let me interact with other than himself, and that was only because the two of them have known each other since high school. He made me feel worthless without him."

"He doesn’t talk to me anymore if it makes you feel any better." A laugh erupted from Gojo, who was also at your house talking through the situation. "Remind me why you married him?"

"I was feeling a lot of pressure to get married. Settle down. It really wasn’t bad until after we got married." You shrug. "And I really loved him. I just… I can’t go through that again. Not after I’ve finally learned to love myself again."

"Then don’t go." Choso took a sip of wine.

"I think you should go." Gojo grinned. "And I think you should bring a partner."

"Are you crazy ?" You stared at him in shock. "You want me to tell Suguru Geto, my kryptonite, that I’m seeing someone?"

"Just ask if you can bring a plus one, see what he says." He shrugged. "You and I both know how possessive he is about you. He’ll probably self-destruct," Gojo giggled.

"Alright, and if he says yes, then what do you suggest?" You opened your phone, looking at the last text message from your ex-husband. The date, time, and location of his last sermon. This weekend.

"Choso will have to go." Gojo smiled at him, taking a sip of his wine. Choso’s eyes got big, and he shrunk back a little.

"I don’t know if I’m qualified…" He mumbled into his glass.

"Think about it." Gojo started talking with his hands. "I can’t go because Geto and I have been friends for a long time. He would know something’s fishy right away. But you." He pointed at Choso. "Geto doesn’t know you."

Choso didn’t really have a response, so he took a gulp of wine. "I guess I can do that. If you want." He looked at you.

"This plan is insane." You sighed.

"You want Geto to know you’ve moved on? Show him you have, even if you haven’t. Otherwise, when he moves back to the city, he’s going to be all over you again, just like he used to be." Gojo finished his glass of wine with a smug grin.

Despite the fact that Gojo loves messing with people, he was right. Geto had his heart set on you, he said as much over the phone. The only way to really get rid of him is through a ruse like this. And if you had to have a fake boyfriend, Choso wasn’t a bad choice.

You quickly typed on your phone as the two men waited with anticipation.

-

Geto's phone chimed. He was relaxing for the evening, hoping he'd hear from you. He'd already booked the hotel room just to make sure he'd have one. The place was across the street from his house, so he'd know when you arrived.

He smiled seeing the text was from you and immediately opened it, figuring you would have ghosted him if you didn't plan to come.

MC: Can I bring a plus one?

Geto's world shattered. Again. And just after he'd messily glued himself back together. He knew this was too good to be true. 

Geto: You didn't mention a boyfriend over the phone. 

He fired off the message without half a thought. He was seeing red. He would not be friendly or cordial to anyone who dared to lay a hand on you. He would not allow them in his sacred halls. 

MC: It's kind of recent. But he's good to me.  

Geto took a deep breath. Were you actually seeing someone else? Something in your voice over the phone the other day told him you weren't quite over him. This was unexpected. He felt sick to his stomach. The thought of losing you to a stranger was something that he'd never let himself consider, if only to preserve the sliver of sanity he still had. 

No, this had to be some kind of game. He knew you still hung out with Gojo; you were probably just going to bring him to make sure Geto didn't try anything. He was a fool to think you might let him get you alone so easily. The important part was that you'd be attending. That you'd walk into a church for him a second time, this time to hear his words as he preached to the congregation. 

That was how Geto would have to win you back. His very last chance. The miracle he was hoping for. 

-

"I think he's upset." Admittedly, you couldn't say you knew him anymore, but this is exactly what would have ticked him off while you were dating. Geto always wanted you alone. He wanted you reliant on him. And he hated when you spent time with anyone else.

"Don't worry about it." Gojo responded. "He's pissed, but he'll come around. It's his only chance to see you."

"Does it matter?" Choso chimed in.

"I just feel like I've hurt him so much already." You poured yourself another glass of wine.

"Not even close to how much he hurt you." Gojo was uncharacteristically serious as he spoke. "Never forget that." Gojo was the only one that had been there through it all. He saw how Geto treated you and even spoke to him on your behalf a few times, although it didn’t really change anything. He helped you through the divorce and cut his ties with his old friend.

Your phone chimed, and you looked at Suguru's response.

Geto: Of course. I'd love to meet him.

"Oh my god." This was unexpected. You thought he'd try to change your mind. Manipulate you into coming alone. You knew that was what he wanted.

Gojo looked over your shoulder after your reaction and grinned. "Looks like you're going to church."

[lumiereandcogsworth]

favourite belle headcanon(s)?

oohhh my beloved girl….

these got long so i’m putting them under the cut 😁

one i think about all the time is how she kind of becomes a forever student. and by that i mean, once she becomes ✨royalty✨ she gets in contact with the headmaster and other professors at the university of paris and she just like. always studies there. i think her & adam live in paris sometimes too so she gets to be in classes occasionally. but she just CRAVES knowledge and wants to learn EVERYTHING. by the time she’s older she probably has like every possible degree you could get there. like literally i think she’s like a pokémon trainer; gotta collect ‘em all!!!!

and of course she’s always working on the education system as queen, trying very hard to get more schools built, create laws that mandate it for all children - INCLUDING GIRLS!!!! and she’s just. soooo involved in education. she loves studying and learning and she wants to make sure no one has to grow up deprived of it the way she was. (because not everyone has a cool papa who taught them as much as he could and encouraged them to read so much !!) so yeah just. all things education✨ i have a wip i need to revisit that’s set when adam & belle are first married and she’s back from spending time with her tutor and she starts rambling about all the things she’s learned and adam’s listening with heart eyes and then she stops and apologizes for rambling and he’s like no i love it tell me more !! and it kinda makes her choke up because no one’s ever loved her for that amazing mind of hers….🤧

another one i really love is that i think she’s very clingy/snuggly in bed. and i don’t think she realized how much she loved being held when she slept until adam held her and she felt so SAFE. i think because she’s always been so independent, always had to fend for herself, she just didn’t realize how much she actually liked having someone to protect her — even if there isn’t any actual danger while they sleep. just knowing he’s holding her, it kind of helps her to let her guard down. which she needs to do just as much as adam does!

when she and adam travel (which is very often) she keeps diaries of every place they go. it started with their honeymoon, when adam gifted her, on their wedding day, a journal to take note of their adventures. and she loves it so much that she keeps it up! she has DECADES worth of journals in the shelves of her study back home, by the time she’s older. she loves to make notes about the food and the people and the whether and the flora & fauna and all of it!!! she loves exploring SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! her and adam usually have to do some kind of Royal Thing™️ while they’re anywhere, but they also take time to go off the beaten path and explore and meet local people and just dive in wherever they are. and i like to think that, in their universe, the Travel Diaries of Queen Belle remain very well-preserved throughout time, and are some of the coolest artifacts in french history 🤌

she love baking and cooking !!!!!! she doesn’t get to do it very often since being the queen and having a million other responsibilities, but it was always one of her favorite things to do both for and with her father. and she LOVES the giant ass castle kitchen, i just know she goes crazy in there at least once a week. it’s the most fun when she’s pregnant and having wild cravings. she makes insane concoctions that literally do not taste good but she loves them. i have another random little unposted scene of adam finding her in the kitchen, acting like a mad scientist cooking three different things at once, and adam gets suspicious and asks if she’s pregnant again lmao. she laughs and says she isn’t, she just happened to be reading a cook book recently gifted to her and she couldn’t decide which to try first so she’s making 3 at once!!!!!!!! (but not combined. THAT would definitely be the indicator of another little one)

speaking of her babies!!!!!!!! gosh what can i say about my mama belle headcanons? one big and important one that i have is that she elects to nurse her own babies. which, as you can imagine, is super uncommon for a QUEEN to do. i elaborate on it in This Fic, but essentially she just couldn’t bring herself to adhere to the tradition of a wet nurse. i think because she wanted to find a way to be closer to the mother she lost as an infant, she wanted to do everything her mother did for her before she died. i think her pregnancies, ESPECIALLY her first, were when she thought about her mother the most. because… that was the most time they spent together 🫠 her mother died when belle was only three months old!!!! and she knew, of course, that her mother nursed her. i just think she felt this deep need to honor her & connect to her this way. and adam was originally advocating for a wet nurse, purely thinking about time efficiency, how busy belle is and how much work time she’d have to give up to do this, but after hearing her lament her mother and cry that she couldn’t be here to help show her how to be a mama… he understood. he knows how desperate one can be to connect to a lost mama :( so he supports his queen and they never hire a permanent wet nurse for their children! (there was a temporary one for a FEW times they HAD to go on small trips when they had a baby and they just couldn’t take her or him, but it was only under that kind of urgent/dire circumstance.)

i think belle is an absolutely iconic and very involved queen, but early on i think she struggles with it a lot. one of my favorite things to think about for her is how like… she was an outcast in the village, but she’s STILL an outcast in royal society. like i think she had this secret hope that this new position in life would be the answer; that she’d finally find her place. and she does eventually! but at first it’s rough. adam believes in her wholeheartedly and he LOVES that she is queen, but the rest of their court doesn’t fully take to her as easily. it’s strange enough that she came out of the woodwork, not from royalty, not even from a prominent noble family as far as they can tell! but As Queen she’s so much more involved than any of them could have anticipated. the older court and council members recall adam’s mother and grandmother, both very inactive queens (because they were very abused and disregarded by their husbands…) and therefore are confused by this sudden shift (especially because they KNEW of adam’s delinquency prior to meeting her, so they can’t fathom how he’s changed so much and is so supportive of her) and the younger court and council members just have no idea how to respond. they’re all willing to play the part and respect their queen, but then she’s… actually in meetings and actually sharing ideas and plans and making decisions and it’s like ???

and not even to mention, her ideas are very ahead of her time and forward thinking — and they don’t care for that shit at all! it’s just all very strange. and french court people are gossiping little pricks and so people talk about her a lot, and she feels just as isolated and different as she did in the village. she struggles a lot with it early on. and adam does everything he can to support her and comfort her and believe in her. but he also takes a lot of the blame for how she’s treated, because he feels like it’s his fault for bringing her into this life. even though she obviously chose all of this willingly. so, it’s just TOUGH. but time does carry on, and eventually belle does have the respect of her court, at least the vast majority of it. she does find her place in the end, it just doesn’t happen as swiftly as she had hoped.

gosh, okay, one last note that i will make much lighter: she loves loves loves loves loves LOVES to read to her children. which is obvious, i know, but oh my gosh. she just loves it. she loves when adam reads to them too, but i think something fills her heart so completely when she’s sitting with them gathered on the floor, or she’s in bed and they’re snuggled around her, she’s just whisking them away to all these adventures. reading was always her escape, and i think she likes that, for them, it’s just a way to expand their dreams. she loves teaching them so much, she loves watching their little minds expand with curiosity and creativity. she never really expected to become a mother, because she wasn’t going to let herself settle in that village, so now that she IS one, i think she just loves giving them the whole world. she loves listening to them read, too. she loves listening to them talk and sing and play and laugh. she loves being a mama so much more than she ever even considered. i think because she always attached that kind of thought to being in a loveless marriage in the village she’d be stuck in forever. but there’s so much love between her and adam, it always multiples with each of their three little babies. and she didn’t have to give herself up for any of it. she gets to be a brilliant queen; a student, a teacher, a leader, while still being the best wife and mama (and daughter!!) to the ones she loves the most. i just love writing her happily ever after so much. i think she was really beginning to lose hope in that village, and i love how it all changed, and that adventure in the great wide somewhere is always right at her finger tips :”)

[cowgurrrl]

omg! another thing to add for oftm lol, ik there's already so much content regarding the series lol but you know that meme where it has rdj and Chris Hemsworth and their kids? it's like this parent vs this parent or something like that?? well it reminds me of a thought of how there'd for sure be photos like that of rockstar!joel and actress!reader or even videos of them that or just so out of context and it's hilarious! it could be a video of reader explaining something but people take it the wrong way or think it's something inappropriate she's talking about LMAOO or a photo of joel and his band on stage and he makes a silly face. it'd be great truly lol, the fans make memes out of those moments and, again, the fan comments are great too

HAHAHAHA YES

I think they’d be asked about the kids in talk shows and as they get a little bit older, they’re willing to share a little bit more!! Like I can totally imagine actress!reader and Joel on a show like the Graham Norton show where there’s multiple guests at one time and a picture of Joel launching Sophia into the water while you, Ellie, and Sarah look on from your chair on vacation gets shown on screen, her excited and only a little terrified face makes everyone laugh. When you get asked to explain the image, you look at Joel. “I don’t condone this by the way,” you say and Joel gives you a look. “It’s a little fun.” “For them!” “Okay, fine,” Joel concedes. “When my oldest daughter was little, she would always wanna jump in the pool like wouldn’t even wait to take off her shoes. So, I started telling her she’s only allowed to jump in the pool if I’m in the water, ready to catch her, and of course that wasn’t enough so I told her I’d throw her instead ‘cause I figured I could control how far and how many times and whatever. Turns out, the little daredevil gene doesn’t get skipped ‘cause all five of ‘em are the same way so this is what I call ‘preventive parenting.’” “And I call it ‘giving me a heart attack’”

Maybe a few years later, you’re on a different talk show and someone asks you about a video Joel recently posted of you and you immediately know what they’re referencing. “Okay, this was not my finest parenting moment BUT,” you start. “It’s still super funny.” The video starts playing and you can hear Sam practicing his trumpet in his room during his middle school band stint. You and Joel are stifling laughter down the hallway when Violet suddenly comes out of her room in all her eight-year-old attitude, slams his door opens, and yells, “can you shut the fuck up?!” Joel starts laughing and you’re immediately in mom mode. “Violet Isabelle, that is not how you speak to your brother!” You scold. She spins on her heels and throws her arms up in defeat at being caught before changing tactics. “You say it to Daddy all the time!” The video ends with Joel hysterically laughing on the floor and you trying to keep it together to explain what “adult language” is. “In my defense,” you say. “Being married to a musician is like being married to a human noise machine and after so many years of playing shows, his hearing isn’t the best. So, yeah, sometimes he needs a little reminder that he’s being loud.”

I also see the kids posting TikTok pranks once theyre teenagers like one time Sam recorded a video of you and Sophia pretending to get into an argument when she stomps away with a “Shut up!” Joel, watching the whole thing from the kitchen, jumps into action. “Hey! Do not tell my wife to shut up!” Or there’s another video floating around of Ellie and Sarah surprising you at work after not seeing them for a while but they hid in your trailer’s bathroom so you didn’t know they were there until you went to take off your makeup and they jumped out and scared you. “Don’t fucking do that shit!” You yell before realizing it’s your daughters and they’re on the ground, giggling together, and you got caught. It’s all in good fun and demonstrates that no matter how crazy your life may be, you’re just another family at the end of the day

Here are some silly images that remind me of this little group too :-)

[thisisyourprincipalspeaking]

I will say I’m glad there is a balance of crazy because I ventured into the real blogs territory and it’s wild. They claim there was supposed to be some article about her and Chris in a new house last year that obviously never happened. Since his home has recently got on market, they now use this to claim with boldness that she’s pregnant and they are living in some house in NY or another part of Mass. yet we all know the troll and her friends are in Portugal. The real blogs have gotten fed info from a “source” or numerous sources since and before the wedding thus them switching from pr to real and let me tell you, they’ve been using said inaccurate info to rant and scream how this is legit and ignoring all the obvious holes everyone else points out. The only thing they’ve seem to have gotten right is the “marriage” taken place, but even then it doesn’t add up and why after decades of Chris being private and no one knowing his personal business would a fan blog get fed info at all, that’s eye opening, almost as if they need to prove the so called “weddings” actually happened because they didn’t. So if the crazy pr blogs sole purpose for being here is to show the crazy right back to them (not that I approve of either crazy), but like that other anon said…..let them fight. I’ll gladly sit back and watch to see who ultimately ends up being right.

I understand he says he’s married, I’ve seen the ring, but there is way too much logical evidence that suggests the complete opposite. 🤷🏻‍♀️ if this were real why are there so many questions with valid reason for questioning?

So yeah, not my business but once racism left me questioning what type of person he is based on who he chose to associate with, I’m here to really know what’s what and if I should continue to support him or not, it’s been on hold for the past few years. Haven’t watched most of his recent stuff for this very reason. Also I see his actions and it seems he’s just going through the motions. Something is obviously going on and I refuse to believe this man isn’t aware of this mess. The VF videos told the truth, they can try to sell whatever this is, but Chris we aren’t slow. 🧠

honestly i can't keep up with most of these blogs and don't really give it much effort. most everything i know comes from anons keeping me up to date. this sounds like frantic spinning of yarn in order to try to cover up some mislocated trolling?

i think many people are sticking with the story for similar reasons, anon. wanting to see what/how/when it ends. everyone is trying to gauge their investments when it comes to celebs and content and i fully support that.

[saturn-venusbaby]

On Hermit mode.

I've been loving staying in lately. I've been on 'Hermit' mode since August, and I’ve stopped going out on weekends—actually, I’ve stopped socializing altogether. The last time I went out, I realized it didn’t feel good anymore. For me, it felt like I was wasting my energy on people and activities that didn’t benefit me in the present and certainly won’t help with what I want for my future.

I’m turning 29 this year! In fact, it’s on the 28th of this month. Gosh, I feel like I’m getting so old, but in truth, I know I’m just getting started with my life. I keep telling myself I don’t want to make the wrong decisions when it comes to picking a partner, a career, a new place, or even an investment plan. I don’t know! It’s all so terrifying. I worry about getting it wrong; every other week, I find myself in an identity crisis. Hahaha! To be honest, I blame the misogynistic societal standards of yesterday for why I even question myself and my path—even when I’m sure I’m on the right one! Sigh… A positive note on this, it’s clear that the world IS evolving, and thank goodness for Gen Zs for being a woke generation and starting revolutions. Anyway, I apologize for straying from the point; I tend to ramble.

Yes, I’m currently in my Saturn Return, and goodness, my world is turning upside down, and weirdly, not in a bad way. It only looks bad because it’s starting to feel different. Truly, I can’t wait to emerge from the "Saturn Return" tunnel. In some ways, I feel good about the changes happening within me. I notice my mind becoming quieter, less obstinate, and more observant.

If you’re not familiar, the Saturn Return is an astrological transit that occurs when Saturn returns to the sign you were born under. Saturn is a slow-moving planet—imagine your grandmother walking with a cane (I’m picturing mine); yes, that slow. That’s why Saturn is the planet of karma, limitations, and discipline, with a transit lasting around 29 years. We usually learn our hard-earned lessons around this age. So yes, she’s coming back in Aquarius for me when I turn 29. What more lessons am I going to learn????????????? No idea. It's a big mystery. How beautiful. How horrifying. How mind-boggling.

You know, most women get married during their Saturn Return. It’s during this transit that big changes occur in a woman's life. It’s crazy how accurate astrology can be sometimes. My older sister got engaged during her Saturn Return in 2021, and my mom might get married during her second Saturn Return in her late 50s. But Saturn isn’t just about relationship transitions; it’s mostly about looking at life from a different perspective. It affects all aspects of life, depending on where your focus is. For me, I’ve been focusing solely on my career and self-worth. I’ve put up boundaries. I’ve been taking good care of myself lately; my physical and spiritual health are my top priorities. I want to think of this 'Hermit' mode as a time for recharging, recalibrating, and redirecting my energy aligning with Saturn’s upcoming rounds. It seems the Universe is supporting me in this, as I haven’t had any difficulty saying "no" to invites lately. Hihihi. At this point, I’m relying on my intuition and my body’s energy to guide my decisions.

To be honest, one reason I stopped going out is that I want to start spending my time, energy and attention wisely and that means I either spend time with myself, studying, meditating and whatnot or with people who matches my current evolution—my openness, my acceptance, my non-judgmental approach to life, my weirdness, and my ability to keep quiet about things that don't matter. I’m noticing that I’m becoming someone who doesn’t value my history with people as much anymore, I only value what their recent and current actions show me. I long for people I can trust—who are holding themselves responsible as well—evolving, who don’t think so highly of themselves—people who celebrate others' wins and don’t compare themselves to others. By stepping away from the wrong people, I feel like I’ve begun this beautiful journey toward finding my true tribe. Fingers crossed!

Now that I’m fully aware and present in my life, I choose to create my world. I’m making my choices wisely. I’ve got the power, after all. This is my life. And my choice today is being a damn hermit. For now. (Me, in my Saturn Return, ruthless.)

As I continue my long and peaceful life in solitude, I post this from the depths of my hermit crevices. To you, my sweet anonymous reader, whoever you are, may you find your solace within yourself before seeking it elsewhere. It’s incredible you’ve made it this far—there were a lot of words! Hahaha, now go enjoy your life!!!

[justagirlwhowritess]

This was asked for, I hope I did him justice, it was too long for tumblr, i got a little carried away but here's a snippet. Idk why soft mha as dads is ruining my life rn.

Pairing: Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic) x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluffy/ a little sad

Warnings: Season 6 of the Anime Spoilers, slight mention of insecurities.

Additional Notes: N/A “He’s married?? But he’s sooo loud! His poor wife” you heard two girls in the hallway start giggling while they were talking about what you could only assume was your husband, pro hero and teacher who went by Present Mic. You worked for the biggest support company in Japan as one of the lead designers, always on the forefront of new hero technology. When it came to Hizashi, however, you met him during your time at UA. You adjusted your daughter on your hip as you continued to move down the hallway to Hizashi’s classroom. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” Aizawa asked, looking at you confused. “Shouta, lovely to see you. Hizashi asked me to come, and said something was happening and I needed to bring Kiki with me.” you told him truthfully. A scowl was now present on his face. Hizashi didn’t go into detail but you could sense his worry. The way he cared for you was unmatched. “Oh. That. Yeah, it’s probably going to be better coming from him." His words struck you as odd. “What does that mean?” you asked, tightening your grip on Kiki. “Danger is coming. Things are starting to get bad.” your eyes widen. Hairs start to stand on the back of your neck as you think about what he could possibly mean. “You should talk to him.” Aizawa states. “Talk to who about what?” you feel relieved at hearing Hizashi come up beside you. “Just the man I was looking for.” You hummed. His eyes perk up as he turns to you. “Oh really, for what?” he smirks. You laugh and hand him your restless child. “She has been driving me crazy, your turn. Also you asked me to come.” You spoke as he took his tired child in his arms. “Dada” she mumbled quietly as he got her situated. “Yeah, come on.” he mumbled, placing a hand on your back leading you to his now empty classroom. The kids must be at lunch, you think to yourself as you sit on the corner of his desk. “So, what is it?” you asked, trying not to grow impatient, today was your day off and you didn’t really want to spend it at UA. too many not so great memories. “You know the villain presence is getting stronger since the situation with all might. The liberation front is beginning to cause chaos. Nezu has decided to open the campus as a shelter. It will be safer for you and Kiki to stay here.” His words shook you to your core. You didn’t want to live here, even if it was temporary. “Hizashi I-I don’t want to stay here.” you told him as you rubbed your arm. He sighs. “Y/n don’t do this. You know this place is a fortress. You both will be safe here. If anything happens to either of you because of this I will never forgive myself.” You know he’s telling you the truth. You take your face in your hands and rub it lightly. “When?” you asked. “Tonight preferably.” his response elicits a groan from you. “How long have you known about this?” You asked, growing annoyed. “A few weeks.” He admitted. You cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you wait to tell me?” He sighs “Because you were so busy, and I didn’t think things were going to get this bad.” He shifts slightly, your daughter now asleep in his hold. “How bad have they gotten?” you ask cautiously. He wasn’t a private person, at least not with you. You watched the news, more so recently, but with how the media is you know there are things they are hiding. You know a lot about his students, Aizawa’s, even helped Mae Hatsume tweak some of her work for class 1-A. She is a brilliant child and you were trying to convince your company to snag her once she was closer to graduating. “Midoriya left, the kids want to go after him.” He admits. Your eyes widen “Wh-what? There are children fighting in this war?” You felt tears well in your eyes, you became slightly softer after the birth of Kiki, imagining children in this scenario would rattle even the strongest of wills. “Y/n, please, I am begging you, you need to be here.” He redirects the conversation back. “Fine. Gonna have to let my job know I'll be remote for a while. UA is a decent hike.”

The rest is on my A03! Link attached :D.

[jungshookz]

Hey Cee, I don’t want you to answer this publicly if you don’t want to, but I hope this reaches you. I don’t mind my story being shared, I just want you to know that you are not alone.

Last year, I also got into my first real romantic relationship and it was literally horrendous. I loved that man more than I loved myself, I allowed him to lie to me about multiple women, take advantage of my kindness, his girl best friend bullied me and lied about me and destroyed my reputation with his friends, family, my friends and he picked her side until I put myself in the hospital over what she did to me and I lost everybody trying to keep my relationship alive. I lost my connection to BTS (men who taught me to love myself and who gave me so much joy in my life) chasing this man who did nothing but demonise me, weaponise my response to his disrespect, invalidate my feelings and then lovebomb me on good days so that I’d stay. I tried so hard to wait for him to wake up and change but change never came, he only expected me to become more and more tolerant of his disrespectful behaviour.

We broke up over and over, every time I was blocked on everything because I’d call crying over and over begging to talk it out while he’d go game with his friends and say awful, awful stuff about how crazy I was just because he did something that upset me. All of his friends took his side, from speaking to exes to not including me on his twitch streams or game clans or publicly showing he had a girlfriend. I was crazy, I was controlling, I was a demon in their narrative, just so that he didn’t feel guilty about leaving me to cry for days on end while he gamed and got high. It got to the point where I wasn’t allowed to be unblocked on Facebook or Instagram so I couldn’t see what girls he was following or talking to, and so he didn’t have to show he had a girlfriend.

I really felt like I was going to d-word either by my own hand or by the stress because of how toxic and disgusting his behaviour was towards me, so believe me when I tell you that I understand. I understand and I’m so sorry that a relationship where you were supposed to feel safe and loved left you so down that you abandoned what seems to be your calling and your passion - writing. I’m so sorry you didn’t get the sweet love that you so often write about, and absolutely deserve.

I came to your account a lot, you’ve probably seen my messages missing you and hoping that you were okay. Your stories are part of the reason I finally decided I needed to leave. I want the love you write about, not the love I was offered by a manchild. Thank you so much for making me realise what I deserved with your works. You deserve that too.

I walked out with trust issues that will likely never heal, commitment issues I never had before, no desire to get married or have children despite desperately wanting those things for years before I met him. He traumatised me and completely changed who I am as a person.

I just want you to know that you will be ok, even when you have those days when it hurts and it feels like the whole world is pressing on that hole in your chest and making it hurt so much more than it has been recently. You are so dearly loved, and you were so missed by so many people while you were away. You are an inspiration and a large chunk of joy for a lot of people who follow you and support you and we will continue to support and love you no matter what, you give us so much with your stories it’s the least we can do. Please do not feel guilty for leaving us, it was not your fault, you were in love (I suspect) and did what you felt you had to do.

Sometimes, love makes us do stupid things. And when you love somebody more than they could ever imagine, and more than they could ever return, you will do everything trying to latch on to what is simply not meant for you just because you feel that connection so strongly. Whatever happened in your relationship, do not blame yourself. You did everything you could have, and I promise you are better off alone than with somebody who makes you miserable. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY is worth destroying your mental health and I’m so sorry that somebody you loved and trusted has put you in a position where you now have to heal from whatever happened.

I am so glad that you are safe and ok, and if my story resonated even a little, I’m so sorry. Nobody deserves that pain.

Welcome home, Cee. You were sorely missed 🖤

ok this is gonna be a long one but it’s 3:30 and i am wide awake and just flooded with emotions so 

i read this when i was on the train earlier and it made my eyes glaze over not just because it was so saddening to read about what you’d gone through but also because i just felt so much love and warmth from your words. thank you so much for sharing your story and even taking the time to write this out and send it in to me… i’m so, so sorry that your first real romantic relationship turned out to be like that and i’m even more sorry that it’s completely changed not only how you see yourself but how you see the people and the world around you. you did not deserve ANY of that treatment and i hope that one day you find a love that that makes you feel genuinely happy, safe, and comfortable.

i’m so relieved to read that you’re out of it now and (hopefully) healing, and i’m glad that my account and the stories that i left behind could still be there for you even when i couldn’t be here myself. i wish i could’ve been there for you back then, but i am back NOW and as you’ve probably already seen, back to writing and posting again!!!! so i really hope that the blog can continue to be a source of love and comfort as you continue to heal <3 i know i probably say it a lot but every single one of you guys mean so much to me and i really would be nothing without you — you guys are part of the reason why our little corner of the internet is always so lovely and warm and supportive and i am so grateful that we have each other even if we’re separated by screens. it is still so wild to me that some of you have been here as long as you have… time really does fly when you spend it with people you love! 

everything that you said that happened to you completely and 200% resonated with me. the demonizing, weaponizing, invalidating, and lovebombing — everything that he said to me still sits heavy on my mind and i find myself wondering how someone can claim to love you and want the best for you but also call you names and degrade you in the same breath. 

part of the reason why my love for writing had completely fizzled out was because he’d say my degree in undergrad was completely useless and stupid and that if i was so good at writing i would’ve had something published by now, but clearly i didn’t — so obviously i wasn’t meant to be a writer. and if the man that i loved and who was going to be my future partner said i wasn’t cut out for writing, then it had to be true because he just wanted me to succeed, right? i’d think about it all the time and i’d try to write again, but absolutely nothing would come to mind and at one point i had fully accepted that he was right and that i wasn’t a good writer at all and that perhaps i should just continue working at the CONSTRUCTION SITE (hardhat!cee era) that i was working at because at that point we’d moved in together and i had to pick up two jobs while trying to get through my senior year. my parents had completely cut me off, i’d lost friends and other friends had distanced themselves from me and i just felt like i had absolutely no one but him to guide me. and when i got into my program for grad school he doubled down on the uselessness of my degree and i still remember him saying that one day, i’m going to fuck my wife in the back of my mercedes-benz while the little english literature student is at home babysitting our kids. i suppose that i stopped writing love stories because i thought the love that i was experiencing was how real love was like and it felt wrong to be writing about love the way i usually did when clearly real love wasn’t that way at all. i am so sorry that i left the way that i did because i really just disappeared one day — i hope that i can make up for lost time now that i’m back :-) 

i do want to tell you guys a little bit more about what happened because i feel like i owe you an explanation!! i really want to share as much as i can with you instead of just being like :p yeah i was in a bad relationship :p anyways back to writing :p because just like you, this first real romantic relationship completely traumatized me as well and i know i’m not the same person i was before i met him. 

to discipline me, he made me swipe for him on tinder to find a girl for him to go on a date with (because he said that he HAD to do it to smarten me up) and he ended up sleeping with her to get back at me for talking to my friends about all the questionable things he’d said/done (he read all my private texts with my friends and said that it wasn’t normal and that no good partner would ever do this to anyone, hence the ‘disciplining’ method he came up with) and to this day i know he thinks he didn’t cheat on me because he’d “broken up�� with me at the time  

he’d break up with me over and over again over silly reasons (the last breakup we had was because he was trying to motivate me to lose weight??? because i needed to show him that i could lose weight now so i could do it to get rid of baby weight after giving birth to his baby one day???)  but in between the breakups he’d reach out to his ex and it’d be okay because we were technically “broken up” (despite him still living at my apartment rent-free and us still going out and doing everything a couple would do) and so technically he wasn’t doing anything “wrong” and at one point i was actively trying to get myself pregnant in hopes that having his baby would force him to change and now that i’m typing it out i’m realizing how crazy i became just to try to stay with this horrible abu$ive man!

there’s an endless list of things that he did that i could give you but that would literally take hours and hours but my god i remember he ripped up our photos because i finished watching a show on netflix without him and i sat there until like four in the morning taping them all back together and i just remember how embarrassing it was going to staples and asking the guy to help me laminate these shredded photos up 

anyway i won’t go on because this has already turned into a literal essay but thank you once again for your kind words of love and support — i’m very happy to be home and to be surrounded by such a caring community. let’s continue to heal together <3 

[natedogx15]

Miraculous Descendent Chapter 31: A Battle of Love and Hate

Previous Chapter

Marinette is in the kitchen with her mother as they happily prepare dishes together. As they do, Sabine decides to talk to her daughter about something.

"So, how have you been adjusting to the change in our lives, Marinette? I know it took a while to get used to living in Paris. Now we're living inside a luxurious hotel after I married the current mayor of Paris. It's quite strange what life can throw at you." Sabine tells her daughter with a light giggle.

Marinette smiles at her mom and can't help but lightly laugh with her when she thinks about what's happened in her life recently.

"Yeah, I never expected my life to take such a turn," Marinette tells her mom, her words having a double meaning behind them.

"Well, I'm glad to see you so happy with this change in your life. It's nice to see you and Nathanial getting along so well. I've almost always seen you two together." Sabine tells her daughter as she rolls some dough.

"Yeah, we've mostly focused on trying to solve the puzzle box you gave me," Marinette tells her mother.

It was the truth. Nate and Marinette have been trying to understand how to open the box again. Marinette just isn't telling her mom that they've already opened it once.

"Well, I'm not sure there's anything you can do if I'm being honest," Sabine tells her daughter with a heavy sigh.

Feeling the mood change, Marinette looks towards her mother in worry. Sabine gives her daughter a smile before waving her concerns off.

"Sorry, Mari. I didn't mean to drag down the atmosphere like that. I'm just not sure what the point of keeping that box is. I mean, we can't solve it or destroy it. I only passed it down to you because it's tradition, and I didn't see any harm in it." Sabine tells her daughter honestly.

"I-it's okay, mom. I can understand what you mean. I would probably feel the same way as you after some time." Marinette tells her mother with a smile on her face.

Sabine smiles at her daughter before a teasing thought comes to mind, causing her to smirk.

"So, are you sure there isn't anyone you'd like to spend today with instead of me? Like maybe one of those girls you brought to the hotel to hang out with?" Sabine asks her daughter with a teasing smirk.

Marinette looks at her mother and shrugs before saying.

"No, mom. They're my friends and groupmates for a project." Marinette tells her mother in a tone that suggests this isn't the first time her mom has brought this subject up.

"Alright then. If you're sure." Sabine tells her daughter with a smile.

Adrien and Nino went over the prizes they'd won today at a park bench. Adrien happily holds a giant stuffed dog while Nino laughs at his reaction.

"Jeez, dude. You're going crazy over that dog." Nino tells his friend with a grin.

"I can't help it. This is the first prize I've ever won at a booth." Adrien tells Nino with a smile as he holds the giant dog.

Nino laughs again at his friend's reaction before they suddenly hear screaming. Adrien inwardly groans and mentally pleads.

"Please, don't let it be an Akuma. Please don't let it be an Akuma. Please don't let it be an Akuma."

Unfortunately for Adrien, his pleas weren't answered. The two saw Dark Cupid flying above some booths and firing arrows at the various people trying to enjoy the festivities. When his shots hit someone, their lips gained some black lipstick, and they suddenly seemed to become jerks.

"You actually think I was in love with you? You have got to be joking."

"No one is going to fall in love with someone that can't even properly take care of themselves yet?"

"Couldn't you think of anything better than flowers? Or did you just decide I wasn't important enough to put thought into it?"

"Ah man, Hawkmoth couldn't let us enjoy one day made to make people feel better about our situation." Nino groans as he grabs his bag and the fishbowl and prepares to run.

"I mean, would you if you were in his situation?" Adrien sighs in annoyance as he gets up, and the two run.

"Fair point. But come on, doesn't he have anyone he'd like to spend time with today? Aren't villains supposed to have their own loved ones?" Nino complains.

"Actually, there are quite a few that don't have them. At least in comic books. I'm not sure about real life, though." Adrien explains.

Dark Cupid sees the two running and grins before diving toward them and stopping directly in front of them.

"Where do you two think you're going!" He shouts at them as he fires some arrows at them.

Nino instinctively blocks it with the goldfish bowl while Adrien raises the stuffed dog. As soon as the arrows collide with the items, they turn into puffs of smoke. Dark Cupid was shocked that they blocked his attacks, figuring they would have been caught off guard and hit. The two used this as a chance to run and dive into one of the booths to try and hide. Dark Cupid soon recovers from his shock and looks around before flying off.

"Phew, that was a close one." Nino wipes his brow as they hide behind in the empty booth.

"Yeah, luckily, those arrows didn't go through our stuff." Adrien agrees with him as he holds the stuffed dog close to him.

"So, should we wait here? Or should we try running back home?" Nino asks him.

Seeing his opportunity to find somewhere to transform, Adrien makes his decision.

"I think we should try to get home. He'll probably be scouring through the streets and not the buildings." Adrien tells Nino.

"Good point. Can you make it to your house from here, dude?" Nino asks his friend.

Adrien nods.

"Yeah, I should be able to make it there," Adrien tells him.

"Or at least find somewhere safe to transform so I can run towards the danger." Adrien inwardly thinks as he gives Nino a gentle smile.

"Alright, dude. If you're sure, you can make it." Nino tells him as the two peek over the booth counter to see if the coast is clear.

When they see that it's safe to come out, they leave the booth and bolt in opposite directions toward their homes.

As Adrien runs through the streets, he sees people wickedly laughing as they rip up and deface decorations.

"Who cares about love?"

"To hell with this stupid fake holiday!"

Plagg appears next to Adrien and whistles at the chaos around him.

"Wow, I'm so proud of Nooroo right now. I should really get him something special for his birthday for this performance." Plagg says while clapping his hands while flying next to Adrien.

Adrien looks at his Kwami in shock before saying.

"What are you doing flying out in broad daylight? Also, why are you encouraging this?" Adrien asks his Kwami.

Plagg rolls his eyes and looks at Adrien with a deadpan look while motioning toward the chaos around them.

"Do you think anyone will notice me with all this chaos around us? Also, I'm the Kwami of destruction. Why do you think I support this kind of chaos?" Plagg flatly asks.

Adrien doesn't know what to say and decides to focus on finding somewhere to transform. He sees an alleyway coming up and quickly dives into it, with Plagg following him.

"Plagg claws out," Adrien says before Plagg flies into his ring and Adrien transforms into Cat Noir.

Cat Noir then jumps out of the alley onto one of the roofs in search of Dark Cupid.

At the hotel, Marinette and Sabine are working on a cake with the hotel's head chef when Marinette sees the Akuma on TV and freezes. Sabine sees her daughter freeze and looks towards the TV too. When she does, she gains a worried and slightly annoyed expression.

"Of course, he chooses today to create an Akuma. He can't let anyone have fun." Sabine says in a slightly angry tone.

"I'm going to step out to call my daughter and make sure she's okay." The head chef at the Prince Ali meeting tells the two as she leaves the kitchen to make a call.

Sabine looks at her daughter in worry and says.

"You can go to your room to hide if you want," Sabine tells her daughter, who gratefully nods.

"Thank you, mom." She says, hugging her mother before running out of the kitchen.

Sabine sighs when she sees her daughter run out and looks at the cake the three of them are working on.

"Well, I guess this will be put on hold."

Marinette is running down the hotel halls, looking for somewhere to transform. She sees a closet coming up and dives inside it. Tikki flies out of the earrings, and Marinette sighs.

"Honestly, we should have expected him to do something to ruin today," Marinette tells Tikki.

"It would make sense. Would you want to let a day focused on positive emotions happen when you feed off negative emotions?" Tikki rhetorically asks.

Marinette shakes her head before saying.

"Tikki spots on."

Tikki flies into the earrings, and Marinette transforms into Ladybug. She then leaves the closet and runs down the hall toward a stairwell.

Dark Cupid is excitedly laughing as he fires arrows at the panicking populace, spreading negative emotions around and causing more people to help him ruin today. As he continues his onslaught, he notices one of his classmates frozen in fear. That classmate is Myléne, who is staring at Dark Cupid in fear as her body isn't letting her move.

Dark Cupid grins when he sees Myléne like that and aims his bow at her.

"Welcome to the party Myléne. I always thought you could use some more confidence in yourself." He laughs as he prepares to fire the arrow.

However, something unexpected happens.

"Look out!" Someone shouts before Dark Cupid releases his arrow.

Dark Cupid fires, but someone manages to grab Myléne and move her out of the way. The person then goes further by picking her up and running away from the Akuma.

"You're not getting away!" Dark Cupid shouts as he grabs another arrow from his quiver. However, he can't do anything with it as the butt of a staff slams into his face, causing him to lose his concentration and crash into the ground.

Dark Cupid pulls himself up to see a smiling Cat Noir looking at him while resting his staff on the ground.

"Happy Happy Relationships Day. Do you think you can surrender so I can continue enjoying my day? This has been the best day of my life so far, and I really don't want to waste my time with you." Cat Noir tells him in a confident tone.

"Yes, I am getting better at this." Cat Noir thought in his head.

With Myléne, the person carrying her runs into an alley before putting her down.

"Are you okay?" The person asks Myléne.

Myléne looks at the person that saved her and sees a worried and slightly out-of-breath Ivan looking at her. When Myléne sees him, she grows nervous but finds that she isn't as nervous as she was before around him.

"O-oh, y-yeah. Thank you, Ivan." Myléne thanks the boy while looking at the ground.

"N-no problem," Ivan tells her while rubbing the back of her head before leaving.

Myléne watches him go and is unsure how to feel about the situation. She's thankful he rescued her, but she's still a little afraid of him because of when he turned into Stoneheart.

Back with Cat Noir and Dark Cupid, the two were staring each other down. One stares with a smile, while the other glares in anger.

Dark Cupid is the first to make a move by flying in the air and pulling an arrow out of his quiver to fire at Cat Noir. Cat Noir dodges the shots and attempts to hit Dark Cupid by lengthening his staff to make it reach them. However, Dark Cupid isn't falling for that again and is avoiding the attacks by flying around them.

"Why is it that most of these guys can fly?" Cat Noir groans as he misses another attempt at hitting Dark Cupid.

Dark Cupid fires multiple arrows this time to try and hit the hero. However, Cat Noir manages to avoid getting hit by rolling out of the way and blocking one of the arrows with his staff.

"Hold still!" Dark Cupid shouts in anger as he continues to fire at Cat Noir but fails.

"No thanks, I'd rather not be a negative person." Cat Noir tells him as he spins his staff to block the arrows from hitting him.

Dark Cupid is getting angrier as his shots are missing their mark or being blocked. Because of this, he doesn't notice Ladybug swinging in until it is too late. Ladybug wraps her yo-yo around Dark Cupid's body and pulls him back to slam him into a building wall.

"You should really keep a better eye on your surroundings." Ladybug quips with a smile before running to Cat Noir's side.

"Sorry, I'm late. I was kind of far from here." Ladybug apologizes to her partner.

Cat Noir waves her off with a smile.

"It's cool. I'm used to playing first responder in these situations. It's good practice if I want to catch up to you." Cat Noir explains to her.

Ladybug nods, and the two look over to the recovering Dark Cupid. Ladybug's eyes widen in recognition when she sees the Akuma's face and the brooch on his chest.

"I know where the butterfly is," Ladybug tells her partner while pointing towards the brooch.

Cat Noir follows the direction she's pointing and assumes she's talking about the jewelry on Dark Cupid's chest.

"Got it." Cat Noir nods.

The two separate and move to either side of Dark Cupid as the Akuma finally recovers. Dark Cupid looks around to see the heroes on both sides of him and immediately takes off. However, Ladybug throws her yo-yo at him and wraps it around his ankle, stopping Dark Cupid from getting too far away.

"Hey, what?!" Dark Cupid shouts in shock when he's stopped from flying high in the air.

"Get the brooch!" Ladybug shouts at Cat Noir as she wraps the yo-yo string around her arms to help her hold Dark Cupid in place.

Cat Noir charges toward Dark Cupid as he tries to get the yo-yo off his ankle. Cat Noir uses his staff to launch himself at Dark Cupid and lands on his back. He then reaches for the brooch while Dark Cupid tries to fight him off.

"Give me the jewelry already!" Cat Noir shouts as he tries to grab it, only for Dark Cupid to slap his hand away.

"No! That should be my line, damn cat. Now get off of me!" Dark Cupid shouts at him as he slams the back of his head into Cat Noir's face.

This action throws Cat Noir off, and Dark Cupid uses that to his advantage by grabbing and throwing him off. Dark Cupid pulls an arrow out of his quiver and aims it at Ladybug before firing at her. Ladybug is forced to let him go to avoid the shot, and Dark Cupid can fly into the air again.

Cat Noir runs over to his partner and asks.

"Shouldn't you go fire form on him?" Cat Noir asks her.

Ladybug looks at Dark Cupid for a second before gaining a look of uncertainty.

"I'm not sure. Something tells me that I shouldn't go for it this time." Ladybug explains to him.

"I guess it's time for Lucky Charm then!" Cat Noir shouts as he dodges another set of arrows Dark Cupid fires at him.

Ladybug throws her yo-yo in the air and shouts.

"Lucky Charm!"

Hawkmoth isn't willing to allow it, though.

"Dark Cupid, stop Ladybug before she comes up with something to defeat you." Hawkmoth orders inside Dark Cupid's mind.

Dark Cupid turns his attention towards the girl in question as the item the yo-yo created drops towards her. He was about to fire more arrows at her before he felt Cat Noir's extended bo-staff slam into his side and cause him to lose control slightly. It takes him a few seconds to recover in the air and gives Ladybug enough time to catch whatever item the yo-yo created. The object is a ruby necklace with a black chain around it. Ladybug holds the necklace up while blinking at it in surprise.

"What am I supposed to do with this? Tell Kim to try asking his date out with it instead?" Ladybug questions as she stares at the necklace before turning towards the villain and Cat Noir.

Dark Cupid has a look of pure anger on his face as he rapidly fires arrows at Cat Noir, attempting to hit the agile hero, who manages to avoid all of the shots, albeit barely.

"Do you think you can let up already? Seriously, how many arrows do you have?" Cat Noir shouts as he spins his staff to block the arrows.

"Quit talking and just get hit already!" Dark Cupid shouts in response to Cat Noir's question.

While watching Cat Noir's attempts to avoid the onslaught and then looking back at the ruby, Ladybug feels an idea forming.

"Seamstress!" Ladybug shouts as magical red light emits from her body to change her costume.

Hawkmoth has had enough of Dark Cupid's behavior, and the butterfly outline appears over Dark Cupid's face again.

"Dark Cupid, forget about Cat Noir! He is not your main threat right now! You need to take care of Ladybug first before she can do something that will counter you!" Hawkmoth orders the evil archer inside of their mind.

"Shut up! I'm sick of dealing with this alley cat! I'll take care of him first before I deal with Ladybug. Besides, what does it matter; if I hit him with one of my arrows, then we'll have someone to help me beat her!" Dark Cupid shouts at Hawkmoth in anger.

Gritting his teeth in anger, Hawkmoth has enough of Dark Cupid's attitude.

"If you don't listen by choice, then I'll make you listen to me," Hawkmoth tells him.

Suddenly, Dark Cupid feels an unnatural amount of pain in his head. It's as if Hawkmoth was akumatizing Kim a second time and adding another layer of control. Cat Noir drops his guard in confusion and worry as he watches and listens to Dark Cupid's sudden cries of anguish and pain.

Dark Cupid opens his eyes to reveal they're now glowing purple. Dark Cupid's expression also changes from one of anger to grim.

"You know what they say? If you want something done, you have to do it yourself." Dark Cupid says in Hawkmoth's voice.

Dark Cupid turns around to attack Ladybug, but when he does, the angered expression returns as he sees Ladybug's new form.

Ladybug's shoulder-length poncho is gone, and replacing it is a golden trenchcoat that goes down to her kneecaps with silver spots on the shoulders and elbows. Her gloves and boots turn into black pairs, and her mask changes its coloring to gold with silver polka dots.

Hawkmoth-controlled Dark Cupid pulls out three arrows and fires all of them at Ladybug simultaneously. However, they don't hit her because a stone wall rises in front of Ladybug and protects her against the arrows. The shield falls back into the ground, and Ladybug raises her palm towards Dark Cupid. Suddenly, hands rise from the earth and attempt to grab him while the gravel in front of Cat Noir creates a path toward Dark Cupid for him.

Cat Noir grins when he sees this and says.

"Sweet."

He then runs on the risen path toward Dark Cupid as the Hawkmoth-controlled Akuma attempts to fight off the hands. However, his arrows aren't solid and are made for hitting living things to induce hate, not destroy inanimate objects. Making it so Dark Cupid doesn't have any way to get rid of the stone hands attempting to latch onto him so Cat Noir can destroy the brooch.

"Next time, Ladybug, I'll be sure to take care of you first!" Hawkmoth shouts through Dark Cupid as Cat Noir lands on him and takes the brooch off before throwing it toward Ladybug.

Ladybug breaks the brooch by squeezing it and then captures the butterfly with her yo-yo.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" She shouts as she throws the yo-yo in the air and activates her power to fix the damage done around the city.

Dark Cupid turns back into Kim, and the heroes walk toward him.

"Are you okay?" Ladybug asks him with a worried look.

Kim looks up at them before sighing.

"No, not really. I tried to confess to a girl I liked, but everything went wrong when I did. I ended up accidentally confessing to Chloe, of all people." Kim explains to them.

The two winch when he says that, and Ladybug says.

"Well, look on the bright side. You'll have another chance to confess to the girl you like." Ladybug tells him.

"Yeah, there's still plenty of time for you to confess. Maybe not today, but at some point." Cat Noir agrees with his partner.

Kim doesn't say anything. He just gets up and leaves with a slightly better expression as he thinks about their words.

Ladybug's earrings beep, and she looks at her worried partner.

"Are you sure you'll be okay next time? I mean, Hawkmoth did say he'll get you next time." Cat Noir tells her.

Ladybug waves him off before throwing her yo-yo out to swing away.

"Don't worry. I'm sure we'll be able to handle whatever he throws at us." Ladybug tells him with a smile before swinging away.

Cat Noir doesn't say anything as he watches her go, but he can't help worrying about Hawkmoth's threat.

Next Chapter

[mithliya]

Omg, your mom tried to set you up?!!!!! With butch women no less?!!! Im so jealous idk if that would happene with mine 😭 recently she was ljke "oooo😉" at me about my sisters bf having a brother my age. I actually wanted to just go crazy insane bjork gif in that moment. ☹️ how dare you have men liking headcanons (?) about me. Idk whwtt would happen if she found out i was a lesbian. Like she also told me about how excited she was for me to have babies. When i was 13. :|

Also i live in gender capitol like we get taught gender identity spectrum in school and all. So thats why im not sure about there being butch women (or girls i guess bc .. im still a girl hezjnsjs) where i am and i keep feeling bad about having radfem? beliefs like is everyone going to hate me or is that just how it seems online xhxjd or. I dont know if that makes sense

I wish i could just fit in and go along w it but it feels so wrong to me, ... nopee even if i think youre cute im not going to affirm that youre not actually a woman bc your hair is short and you dont wear makeup or dresses it feels so demeaning for both of us. But then am i just making a big deal of nothing ?

Anywaays. Sending love bc peace and love on planett earth. :)

lmao since ive been out for quite some time now, my mom has gone thru the stages of grief and she reached a point where she’s accepted im a lesbian (she would try to convince me to get into a lavender marriage regardless for the sake of image but im not willing neither is my friend she keeps trying to set me up in a lavender marriage with) but she and my auntie have weird kinda homophobic beliefs on who im supposed to date. according to my mom & aunt, there has to be one “girl gay” and one “boy gay” ie one femme & one butch. they think if im gonna be dating women then they should be butch or otherwise masculine women bc it “balances” both parties of the relationship. they say im more feminine & shy & cute around butches and become more “womanly” so therefore i should be with butches 😭😭😭

SO basically yes my mom would meet butch lesbians in bahrain (they’re v recognisable in my country & have their own label too) and would immediately tell them about me and then exchange details w them. ive met 2 lesbians that way but ngl neither are my type and both have some major internalised homophobia to address. one of them was already in a relationship w a bi woman who’s going to leave her to marry a man (& just waiting until the day they must break up which was sad) and immediately started showing me her nudes (arab butches are the weirdest don’t even ask). the other one told me a fucked up story about how her bi ex left her to marry a man without telling her & when she got mad, her bi ex said “you’re just mad bc no man would want you with how you look”. a normal lesbian might’ve simply said “i don’t want men so idc” but the butch i met took it personally and married a man to prove a point. she got lucky bc he died within a few months of their marriage! he was trying to pressure her into sex and even complained to her family about it so if he didn’t die, who knows what trauma she would’ve faced…. also she told me she takes testosterone & steroids bc she’s a body builder and she has this kind of body smell that men often have (probs bc of the hormones) which were all big turn offs for me so. neither worked out.

my mom also still pressures me to have kids and has been since i was a baby 😭 but luckily she’s been overall supportive of me being a lesbian… hopefully your mom will be the same one day. heteronormativity is so annoying lol i hate how every gay person had to deal with our loved ones fantasising about us dating the opposite sex bc they assume we’d be OSA by default.

also no ur not making a big deal of nothing! it’s a big turn off for me having to pretend that a woman not being feminine means she’s not a woman. and it’s annoying having to pretend someone is my boyfriend or w/e else. i think it only becomes more of a turn off the longer you’re out too bc like damn too many of us already pretended to have boyfriends or to be interested in that stuff so being expected to do that to any capacity is just. bad feelings