#at the end of the day youre still this incompetent child

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Do you think Gabriel's writing flaws were meant to be intentional character flaws?

It really depends on which flaw you're referring to. Some seem accidental, some seem intentional, and some are the result of the show's formulaic nature (and arguably the writers' skills) holding him back.

Let's start with an example of that last point: Gabriel squanders opportunities left and right while creating the most asinine plans you can think of and only wins in the season four and five finals because of sheer dumb luck. In spite of this, I think that he is genuinely supposed to be seen as clever and creative. That's why you get Nathalie spouting lines like this one from Catalyst:

Nathalie: As predicted, [Lila's] anger will reach devastating heights. Your plan is perfect, sir.

And this one from Risk:

Gabriel: Ladybug never makes a mistake! Nathalie: Neither do you.

And a whole host of other moments from seasons three and four where Nathalie just straight up fawns over Gabriel's brilliance. Even in season five, she still seems to think that he's a genius, she just wants him to give up on winning to spend his final days with Adrien.

You don't write that kind of dialogue unless Gabriel is supposed to be smart or Nathalie is supposed to be a bit of a fool (or, at the very least, someone blinded by love). I think it's pretty clear that Nathalie is not supposed to come across as lacking in the intelligence department and her admiration continues after her "redemption", so the most logical conclusion here is that Gabriel is supposed to be a smart villain. We're supposed to think that he makes really cool and intelligent plans.

The problem is that, if Gabriel was smart, then he'd have won ages ago. The butterfly is simply too powerful for him to lose. If you want to play him as a genuine threat, but also keep his losses believable, then - at the very least - you have to majorly nerf the butterfly. You also need to let him actually plan and scheme, setting up future akuma victims over multiple episodes before they come to fruition. Due to the show's format, we rarely get this. I think that Scarlet Moth and Miracle Queen are the only real exceptions. While they're the rare exceptions, I will note that their existence also backs this "Gabriel is supposed to be smart" read, the formula just doesn't allow him to come across that way.

This issue is why formula shows favor serious one-off villains that get defeated by the episode's end or non-threatening over-the-top comedic villains that return time and time again. For an example of the first, think the antagonists in crime serials like NICS or Sherlock Holmes stories and for the later think of pretty much every villain in Kim Possible or Dr. Doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb.

The reason why formula shows take these paths is that it's genuinely difficult to have a villain that shows up every week and never wins, but who also feels like a true threat. At some point, the villain starts feeling incompetent because they're the ones making the plans. The puzzle masters. That puts them at a strong advantage. For a smart Gabriel to work, the show would need to be way less formulaic and/or his story would need to be much shorter. The butterfly nerf is also a must in my book.

In my intro, I also mentioned unintentional flaws. When I said that, I was primarily referring to the child abuse and Gabriel's general attitude toward his son. The writers seem to be genuinely oblivious to how badly Gabriel came across as the show went on. In the first season or two, I could have given the writers some grace on this topic as Gabriel's behavior could be argued as the cartoonish exaggeration of an overprotective-but-not-abusive parent just like Marinette's parents get to be cartoonishly loving at times and Marinette's crush is cartoonishly over-the-top.

We also had moments like the end of Gorizilla and Style Queen which gave Gabriel a chance to show off his love for Adrien and give it some real narrative weight. After Chat Blanc, that grace was gone and the show would continue to paint Gabriel as worse and worse right up until the season five final where all that terrible behavior culminated in Gabriel... getting a happy ending?

While it's always possible that later seasons will actually address Gabriel's abuse, it's pretty hard to come back from an ending that let him ascend into the light with his wife while smiling and perfectly at peace. That's not the ending that you give to a black-hearted villain who views his son as nothing more than a tool. The only logical read here is that Gabriel was supposed to be sympathetic and he was supposed to love Adrien, just not enough to pick Adrien over Emilie. Why heal yourself and be with your son when you can just die so that you don't have to live without your wife? What a positive and uplifting message for children!

To finish this up, let's quickly touch on the intentional flaws. There are mostly the things that even a five-year-old could pick up on because that is the show's target audience. Gabriel's arrogance, his unwillingness to give up, and his inability to see other points of view are very clearly meant to be his true flaws. He's also apparently supposed to be a creative contrast to Marinette with him being cold mass-production and her being individualism, but the writers kind of forgot to put that into the show. I think Marinette gets five designs and Gabriel gets two, making it somewhat difficult to see one as a font of individuality and one as an evil, mass-market fast-fashion producer. I'm not even sure what kind of fashion Gabriel creates!

In conclusion, Gabriel is as much of an inconsistent mess as Marinette is, which is unsurprising since they're arguably the two main characters. The ones with key roles in basically every episode. That meant that they had to warp and twist Gabriel to make the akuma of the day work even if that akuma made Gabriel look like a monster by doing things like attacking Adrien. It's just a variant of the way they had to warp Marinette into being wrong even if she really wasn't or if it went against her established character. This makes it hard to pick up on the "true" Gabriel, but I've always been of the opinion that he's supposed to read as a smart, sympathetic villain who loves his family, but is driven to evil by grief and an unwillingness to move on. The ending just sealed that read for me even though I 100% agree that this is not the character that they actually wrote. It's just who they clearly wanted to write.

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You're getting too careless again, why are you letting yourself slip down that road again?

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You Know How There Are Those AU? Where SUPER Injured Ghosts Need To Retreat To Their Core?

No one seems to be USING that to its fullest potential! For SHENANIGANS! Because! Who?? Could POSSIBLY carry a Halfa's Core safely... but another Halfa?! A FULL ghost would KILL them. A human would be killed! What terribly precarious peril we find ourselves in! Oh nooooooo!

Well, no worry!

As much as Dani fuckin HATES this. That there is her brother. Her Template. Her Clone Daddy and Bestest of Bros. Like HECK she's gonna let him suffer for centuries and possibly DIE. She can take it, Doc! Pop him in! We'll go road tripping and-

What do you MEAN "No"?

Unstable??! Of course she's unstable! But the-.... Oh.

Turns OUT? Dani? Can hitch a ride in DANNY for Emergency Medical Aid... but NOT the other way around. Her body is too loosely held together. He would parasiticly consume her from within. Instead of feeding off her Ecto System like injured ghosts are supposed too, because she's a CLONE? AND an unstable one at that? His Core would just... see her body as free ectoplasm. All of it.

He'd eat her.

Which mean Frostbite can not and WILL NOT allow that.

But he's HURT! That big, off screen, cataclysmic Fight To Save Everybody From *cough cough mumbles* and settle us all in the DC universe, REALLY messed him up! What are we supposed to DO!? He can't STAY like this!!!

Enter-> My FAVORITE DCxDP Trash Ship! Vlad&Lex!!! *horrified screaming from the crowds, someone shouts "oh god, no! Please!"* Ha! There are no gods here, silly billys! Only two terrible, terrible HIGHLY Dramatic, self serving, incredibly damaged, gay peacocks. In Business Suits that cost more then your house is worth.

They're AWFUL~♡

And! Vlad was sent ahead to lay the ground work. Insure there would be no GIWs. Also because no one could stand him and his EXTENSIVE criminal record. But that's besides the point.

But!

You know what he found? A Business Nemesis. Who he routinely dates and/or Dramatically Hate Fu-*coughs* I mean, attempts a Corporate Take Over(tm) off. You know how it is. Business. He ALSO gets to make it no secret he's a "Meta", thanks to the INCOMPETENCE of one Jack Fenton, because that- *seething rant*

Yet? Dispite his STILL burning hatred for Jack? And his finally letting go of Maddie? You know what he STILL wants?

For Danny to be his Son.

*Gets a call from Frostbite*

...............soooooo........ what you're SAYING is..... I can be pregnant with Daniel.

You, Frostbite, need ME, Vladimir Masters, THE ONLY OTHER HALFA, to carry Daniel around inside my body, in what to all appearances resembles a pregnancy, in order to heal him. Because I am an Older And Stronger Halfa Upon Which He Relies.

:)

*instantly begins plotting*

Just? Imagine. Vlad is a FUCKIN LIAR. No one but him would even KNOW what was going on! He just? Rocks up one day, like? *falsely demure* "oh I couldn't POSSIBLY has any scotch, Lex! >:) I'm eating for Two~☆" and just? Deals the MAXIMUM amount of psychic damage he can.

Probably says it at their weekly, public, Veiled Threats Brunch.

It makes front page news. Luthor choked on his eggs. The paparazzi lost their SHIT. Vlad is doing the FULL Celebrity Mom Thing. The classes. The photo shoots. The Gucci sunglasses as he peruses high end strollers. All while HEAVILY suggesting that not only is "The Baby" Lex's.... but that he's going to withhold the child and deny Lex any access.

Danny isn't even aware. He's in a lovely lil medical coma. Dani is trying to find a good spot to plop down Amity. She just know Vlad is being... Vlad. Meh. He can handle it. Dan? He's not even IN the human realm and is not sure he wants to be.

But over in the LEAGUE? Everything's on fuckin FIRE.

Kon is losing his SHIT and Clark is thousand yard staring into the void. Kon's half brother is in the hands of a... Less Then Ideal... Meta that Batman is PRETTY sure is highly suspect. Might be a deliberate weapons experiment. Certainly is a hostage. And the DRAMA.

Lex has never been worse.

He might actually stab his...partner? Vlad. At the hospital. The SECOND the child is born. There are already long term kidnapping plans in the making. He's hiring lawyers. Getting VICIOUS. There have been talks with DEATHSTROKE. By BOTH OF THEM.

Clark wants to cry.

@hypewinter @ailithnight @nerdpoe @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @mutable-manifestation @babbling-babull

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 31: dressed up/in costume with everyone from hsr and genshin impact

warnings: dressed up/in costume, lingerie, maid costume, slight exhibitionism, cock/strap traditions, creampie, overstimulation, degrading, praise, hair pulling, oral, fingering, belly bulge, dacryphilia, brat taming, collaring, usage of toys, master kink, size/reverse size kink, tentacles, roleplay on some, slapping, squirting, bondage — shit is messy and a lot so enjoy it my fellow hornies. i sold my soul for this

notes: some characters has been left out due to uncertainty of their ages. i included characters that i think have been canonically proven as an adult and of age!! dainty chain divider belongs to @/cafekitsune

laid over the table, spread out with the maid dress in a mess, your sweet darling couldn’t handle it further as they come into your mouth again. shaking thighs coming around your head in a vice grip, slurred words and sobs of “p-please! mashter, can’t take more…! unghhh… guhcck♡︎” coming out of their mouth as they shake their head. sweet little maid of yours, can’t even hold their arousal back.

it was such a cute dress too! reaching their knees, frilly at the ends, soft and comfortable fabric. without a panties to cover their dripping arousal as it rolls down their thighs of course. too bad your maid was so incompetent and couldn’t hold themselves back.

it didn’t help that the vibrator inside them was buzzing away at the highest setting. sitting snuggly deep inside them as they try to fulfill their new role of being your maid. it didn’t last long when the vibrator hit their sensitive spot — that one spongy spot inside them that caused them to let out an uncharacteristic squeal, dropping the cup of coffee on the carpet as their hand goes down to push the maid dress’ skirt between their legs. legs shaking, thighs rubbing together, you knew that reaction.

reaching a hand out, you pull their chin up to force them to look at you. what a cute look on their face. all flush and red, biting their lips, eyes tearing up at their own oversensitivity. unable to hold themselves back any longer, your maid clutches at the edge of the table tightly as they come into the insides of the dress with a debouched moan.

that’s what led to this. being ate out as they lay spread on your table. gods, the vibrator was still deep inside them, flush against that one spongy spot. they really can’t handle more stimulation, their poor mind would shatter and their body would break! they already were with their hands flying everywhere, trying to grasp something to stabilize themselves as tears just continue to roll down their pretty red cheeks. jaw slack open in a silent scream as they come into your eagerly awaiting mouth again.

“mAS—! masterehhh…♡︎♡︎ p-please… no moowwhree!! can’t— ♡︎♡︎ can’t!” they cry out again, slurred gibberish continuing to fall out of their drool covered lips as they squirt into your mouth. not good. you really have to teach your poor maid a lessen on discipline.

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“n-no no, please wait—! t-too much, i just aaahng—! just came♡︎♡︎!!” your lover let out a squeal, kicking their legs weakly against your hips, hands smacking against your shoulders to try and slow you down just a bit so they can get their mess of a mind back in place. the large bell attached to the front of their collar jingles at each movement, your sweet pet keening as they feel the familiar warmth of your cum being fucked deeper into their insides.

it was their fault to begin with. acting so high and mighty, being bratty and even downright refusing to acknowledge your presence. so, it would only be understandable to dress them up in their appropriate clothes according to their attitude and teach them a lesson right? by clothes you meant nothing except for the cute fake cat ears atop their head and the collar around their neck with a large bell attached to the front.

so what was their problem now? it was them who started this little game with acting high and mighty in the first place to see who would show themselves to be in charge of the relationship, as they put it.

“stupid kitty. i told you to keep your voice low, didn’t i?” you hiss in anger, stopping your thrust completely with your cock sitting snug inside their warm walls. crying about it being too much and yet going ahead and daring to whine in loss at the feeling of your movements stopping. what a demanding pet you had.

with a click of your teeth, you pull out a small ball gag from the nightstand at the side before putting the gag into their mouth and fastening the buckle. they tried to say something, probably something to deny your words or the muzzle, but you make no effort to let them continue their bratty behavior.

pulling out completely, you watch quietly as the large amount of cum you fucked inside their pretty hole comes gushing out. white, transparent colored fluid dripping out of their sensitive, puffy hole, dripping down onto the bed sheets as your lover shifts and squirms on the bed. they felt so exposed under your scrutinizing gaze.

with a light smack to their thigh that got them whining, you prop their legs open further as you watch the cum seep out of their hole. how fucking delicious. slowly easing your tip back in, your gaze shifts to their facial expression. red in the face and ears, drool and tears slipping down their face and onto the pillow. they looked so pathetic as their glossy eyes try to focus on you.

“quiet kitty. learn your lesson” you remind them before thrusting the rest of the strap inside. immediately, they throw their head back, toes curling as they scream into the ball gag. ah, they came from just that too.

jing yuan, sampo, kafka, fu xuan, silver wolf, dr ratio, seele, aventurine, black swan, serval, qingque, faruzan, heizou, wanderer, venti, kaeya, alhaitham, cyno, lisa, ayato, furina, hu tao, yelan, eula, lyney, xianyun, albedo, itto, kaveh, childe, dottore, pantalone

going out for a halloween party wasn’t exactly the most brightest idea, you realized. especially with your lover who — for some reason — decided to wear a fluffy skirt witch dress. accompanied by the iconic witch broom and a pointy tipped hat sitting atop their head. but there was a problem. your lover was feeling a bit mischievous today it seems as any moment of privacy or when the two of you meet eyes over the room and the blaring song, they would wink and slowly slip their skirt up until showing you that they were wearing a laced underwear.

at first, your reaction was like any other lovers’. flushing cheeks, looking around to make sure no one else saw and giving them a flustered smile accompanied by a thumbs up or so. until it got old real fast as they keep making sexual gestures. so, who’s to blame you when you finally had enough and drag your lover off to some random empty room of the place, lock the doors and shove your lover onto the bed, sexually frustrated and ready to fuck them stupid.

happy that their request was being accepted and their secret plans working, they tried to play the role of ‘damsel in distress’. moaning about how cruel you are for shoving them down, mean for tearing off their panties and how you were acting like a hungry wolf. to which you only rolled your eyes at and pushed a finger inside their already — not so surprisingly — lubed and spread open hole.

“shh, darling. there are other people in the room next door” you whisper, quietly chuckling as your lover only nods dumbly, mouth full of your fingers, suckling on them to keep their shrill moans quiet as your cock continues to split them open. too many rounds, too much pleasure and the cute ring of white around your strap was a nice reminder of how easily they got fucked dumb.

angling your hips, you thrust inside their still tight hole again, this time successfully hitting their sensitive spot. immediately, they twitched and kicked their legs before wrapping it around your waist, pushing your tip deeper inside to kiss that spongy muscle again and again as they cream around your cock once more.

jing yuan, tingyun, hanya, dan heng, dan heng il, argenti, asta, guinaifen, kafka, luka, march, sampo, serval, topaz, stelle, gallagher, yukong, acheron, dr. ratio, albedo, alhaitham, itto, beidou, dehya, eula, hu tao, kaeya, lisa, lyney, heizou, childe, scaramouche, tighnari, venti, yae miko, yanfei, yelan, sandrone, capitano

“a-anhh… you sure about this, darling?” your lover asks with stuttered breath, naked, back on the bed with their legs spread out as a few slimy tentacles slowly curl around their legs, starting from their ankles as they slowly and tentatively make their way up their bare skin. you hum comfortingly, their head on your lap as you squeeze their hand gently as a way of reminding them there’s nothing to be hesitant of.

recently, you went to the sex shop you visit to see what was new there. the shop owner — having already become acquainted with you and your lover due to your frequent visits — offered you a new “toy”. tentacles, in a small square box. they said something about it being a prototype and gave you a mini book about guides, how to use it, what and where the creature was made from etc etc. after a careful amount of research and preparation, you decided to buy it. and now here you were, having talked with your lover about the new “toy” you brought and wondering if they would be okay with trying it out with you.

of course, if anything were to go slightly bit wrong, you wouldn’t hesitate to take over and put the slimy thing back into its box.

“i’m sure it’ll be fine, love. after all, we read through the user guide enough times and even contacted the shop owner. now just relax” you comfort them, one of your hands running through their hair to soothe them. tilting their chin up, you lean down to place a soft kiss on their lips just as they let out a startled whine.

looking down, you could see that the tentacles were now gently prodding at their slicked hole. you had already prepared them beforehand just in case the prototype would be too harsh. seeming to have felt that they were loose, the tentacle slowly pushes itself in. more and more as the long, girthy thing disappears into their hole as your lover stutters of it feeling a bit odd.

“should i take it out then?” you ask, a hand over their belly where a cute little bulge was made due to the sheer size of the thing pushed inside. your lover only shakes their head, a drawn out moan following when you gently push on the bulge. gods, it was a big one.

“n-no… no need. it just feels… new and unfo—eeeck!!” their voice is cut off by a shriek when the tentacle starts to pump itself in and out, seemingly hitting their little bundle of nerves inside them. judging by how much your lover was thrashing their legs, trying to close them, you could guess how deep the tentacle was reaching.

“tsk tsk. darlin’ if you wanna feel good, you gotta keep your legs open, y’know?” you click your teeth, about to reach over before stopping. curious, you watch as the tentacle seemed to double or triple as two other emerge, pushing their legs apart. huh, there was no warning of the creature being able to duplicate itself.

taken aback by how relentless the creature was in fucking into their spongy spot, your lover keens. shaky hands going down to try and push them away before you pry their hands off softly. feeling betrayed, they let out a whine. turning to look at you with tears brimming in their eyes.

“[n-name]! th-they gcck! they’re b-bullying meeeehh♡︎♡︎ t-these aaanh gyuck!! things a-are bullying me♡︎♡︎” they sputter out, tripping over their words as fat globs of tears fall down their cheeks. not long after, their legs shake and twitch, back arching off of the bed so prettily as they squirt on the bedsheets. even then, the tentacle doesn’t stop. instead, it only seems to speed up its movements with renewed vigor as if wanting to make your lover squirt more.

“aaAAGH—! c-can’t!! [name] make it sto—aanh aangk♡︎♡︎ j-just came… s-sensitiiivvee♡︎” your lover drawls out, mind already starting to blank out as their hands tug on yours to ground themselves. you simply shush their loud mewls with a kiss, hearing the filthy squelching noise of the tentacle fucking your lover as you simply let the “toy” continue. this was a good purchase.

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lately, work has been becoming more and more exhausting. it was just simply too much. too much pressure, too much workload, too much stress. and your lover seemed to have noticed it. i mean, who wouldn’t? with the way you’re constantly slouched over, dragging your feet as you trip over your words. and those dark eyebags too.

so, they simply thought of a nice way to help you destress. to help you take your mind off of work for at least the night.

putting on one of the few lingeries they own — more specifically, the one you bought for them on one of their birthdays — they quietly make their way into the room that works as an office whenever you decide to work from home. scattered papers, broken pens and pencils lying about with you yourself looking like a corpse sitting amongst them, your lover felt their heart ache.

you were nearly falling asleep on your seat when a hand was gently placed on your shoulder, jumping slightly in your seat as you turn to look at the owner. ah, your darling. wearing a beautiful lingerie as they smile at you softly. but even their smile couldn’t hide the concern in their eyes.

“oh? what’s the occasion, my love? did i accidentally saw the date wrong and missed a special day?” you ask softly, rubbing your eyes as they shuffle to sit on your lap. hands running through your hair, smoothing them out as they pepper your face with soft kisses.

“hmm no. just wanted to surprise you” they hum soothingly, draping against you so that their chest was against yours. you could almost hear your synchronized heartbeats in the silence of the room.

“don’t you think it’s about time for you to get some break from work? and i don’t mean just a five minute break, i mean a whole vacation type of break” they mumble against the crown of your head, placing your hand over their chest and letting you squeeze them. they always knew you had love for simply just touching them. a healing factor, you once teased them when they asked you why you always smush yourself against their chest. they may or may not have beat you up for that.

“mmh.. i suppose so. once this cursed documents are finished, i will definitely take a vacation type of break” you hum softly, one hand on their, massaging the soft flesh as your other draws shapes on the skin of their hips. feeling the texture of their skin on your fingers was exactly the type of grounding sensation you needed. how could you ever stop being so grateful to be theirs.

feather light touches trail from their hips to their inner thighs, making them shudder in excitement as they roll their hips to indicate they wanted your fingers already. taking their gesture with a chuckle, you push the underwear of their lingerie aside. softly rolling the tips of your forefinger over their puckering hole, you give a little experimental push inside. only to find yourself surprised at how wet they were.

“aww have you been touching yourself, love? have i been so neglectful you opted to pleasuring yourself?” you grin mischievously, grinning at the soft pink on their cheeks. they only huff and lightly swat at your shoulder, warning you not to get too cocky. you laugh in response, finding their embarrassment endearing as you slip a finger inside. not too much after, second finger follows before a third is pushed in at how loose they were.

“aaaannh.. love your fingers. they’re so much better than my own” your lover sighs out softly, quiet moans slipping past their lips that they didn’t even bother to muffle as their hips roll over your fingers. attempting to ride your three fingers inside them as their moans and whimpers grow louder in volume. you could use a de-stressing action like this more in the future.

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Light (Sung Jinwoo)

TAGS: Jinwoo/Wife!reader, a/b/o dynamics, yandere, possessive behavior, death threats, breeding, impregnation, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

‘E-Rank Hunter’ Sung Jinwoo, a title that followed him wherever he went.

Despite being a Hunter, his power was barely above an ordinary human aside from his slightly more durable constitution and slightly increased healing factor. 

So it’s only natural that he’d always get hurt. Hell, he’d even nearly gotten killed several times already too!

It’s not that Jinwoo wanted to be a Hunter in the first place, because aside from the danger, others also made fun of him for his weakness. Even the pay was surprisingly not that great.

Unfortunately, someone in his mid-20s who lacked any viable skills that could land him a normal, stable job could only work for the Hunter’s Association as one of their Hunters thanks to their medical aid. Had it not been for that, he wouldn’t have been able to afford the millions of won in medical bills he owed to the hospital that took care of his mother. 

It’s not even just his mother that he had to provide for, but there was also his little sister and…

“Look Yeonjin, it’s Papa!”

Worn out from another hard days’ work, E-Rank Hunter Sung Jinwoo felt all the fatigue in his body seemingly melt away into nothingness as the sight and scent of his wife and child soothed his weary soul.

“Baba!” Yeonjin babbled excitedly as his father made a beeline straight towards you both.

“Welcome home, honey.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling up at him with those beautiful eyes he always finds himself lost in.

This is why even if he didn’t want to, he would still participate in these Association supervised raids.

No sacrifice is too great when it comes to his loved ones and regardless of how incompetent he was as a Hunter, Jinwoo will do everything in his power to ensure that they are cared and provided for.

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You’ve been with Sung Jinwoo ever since you were both just awkward teenagers in high school. When his mother succumbed to Eternal Slumber and left the two siblings to fend for themselves, instead of leaving you surprised Jinwoo and moved into their cozy little home and took it upon yourself to keep the house running.

While Jinwoo did his best to provide for the family’s needs, you would ensure that Jinah and the house was taken care of, this of course also included the man himself whenever he came home from a raid. You even managed to get a remote job that helped with the bills in spite of juggling that with your online college classes as well. 

You and Jinwoo had gone through so much together over the past decade so was it any surprise you’d end up married and with a child? 

Former friends and schoolmates might have tried to dissuade you time and time again to leave him, pitying you for spending your youth making ends meet and watching over your comatose mother-in-law, Jinah, and now your own baby.

But you don’t need their ‘advice’ when it all basically boiled down to having you leave your family because you ‘deserved better.’

They are already what’s best for you.

Why can’t they see that?

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“ How are you and Sung Jinwoo? Sorry I couldn’t check up on you guys sooner. Life’s been pretty hectic on my end.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your baby shower before! I had an important appointment that I couldn’t bail out on back then. Why don’t we go out for coffee to catch up?”

“...way too long since we last got together! Our whole class is gonna have a reunion this weekend. Everyone will be stoked to see you and Sung Jinwoo there— ”

Beep.

You don’t have the chance to reply to the latest call you received from another ‘old friend’ when your husband pressed the ‘end’ button in one swift movement. Though his face looked impassive, his scent clearly revealed his agitation…not to mention the shadows that seemed to curl spread from the soles of his feet.

“First they tell you that I’m not good enough for you and that you should leave me, but now they’re all tripping over themselves just to get to me through you…” His lips stretched into a snarl, power rolling off of him in waves at their blatant shamelessness.

Jinwoo’s inner alpha snorted and growled, the mere thought of these impertinent swine daring to involve themselves with his mate even if to gain some sort of favor from him made him see red. 

How dare they?! He will rip and tear into their bodies and reap their souls to become his puppets if they so much as even approach you. Did they think he was bound by the rules of ordinary mortals? Foolish! 

The hunter’s alpha grinned diabolically, cackling from within the confines of his soul at thought of giving them their just desserts.  

“My big, strong alpha…Always willing to jump into the fray to provide for and protect us…How can I even think about choosing anyone else?” You crooned and purred at him, the soft sounds and your calming scent enveloping him and taming the shadows that once agitatedly tried to claw their way out of him to carry out his will. 

Burrowing into his arms, you embrace his waist and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck as best as you could considering his height had also shot up recently. A few soothing kisses and kitten licks against the skin of his neck later, Jinwoo’s darkness ceased pouring out of him.

Because now he focused on wholeheartedly pouring every last drop of cum into your quivering pussy, thrusting weakly even as his fat knot plugged you up. Your lower belly bulged with the amount of cum he’d already fucked into you, but he still didn’t think it was enough.

At the rate he was going, he’s definitely gonna knock you up again.

Not that you were complaining. It was about time for Yeonjin to finally have a sibling to love.

[heechwe]

three men & a crib | 𝖕𝖘����

୨୧ pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 1.2k ୨୧ genre: fluff, comedy ୨୧ tags: established relationship, soontobedad!sunghoon, married!au, pregnant!reader. ୨୧ synopsis: Sunghoon is wasting time not building the furniture in the nursery, mainly the terrifyingly intricate crib his pregnant wife ordered. What else can he do besides call Jake and Jay to help him?

How did he end up in this situation? Sunghoon is staring down the cardboard box in his living room, armed with a handful of tools and an instruction manual that might as well have been written in an alien language.

“I can do it when I get home from the shower,” you told him two hours ago, pouting at the fact the crib still had yet to be constructed. The baby would be arriving in less than three months and there was still so much of the nursery that needed to be completed. The main piece being the place your child was meant to sleep.

Sunghoon shrugged off the idea. No way were you going to try building furniture when you should be focusing solely on relaxing. Your belly was too swollen at this point for Sunghoon to let you even carry in a heavy bag of groceries without assistance. What kind of husband would he be if he let you do manual labor in your condition?

“No, baby,” he said, kissing your forehead with reassurance. “I promise to finish it. Just focus on having fun today and when you get home it’ll all be done, you’ll see.”

With a sigh and a kiss to his lips, you were off with your mother to your baby shower. Heeseung’s wife Yunjin organized the entire day for you, and Sunghoon wouldn’t let something as simple as a piece of infant furniture get in the way of your good time.

But now, staring down the dismantled pieces of the crib, he’s starting to grow anxious at the thought of you coming home to his empty promises and utter disappointment. He reads over the first step of the instructions again, and the words practically bleed over and into each other on the page. Admittedly, Sunghoon was not well-versed in carpentry, but surely it shouldn’t be this hard to understand.

Whatever he has to do to figure it out, he won’t let you down. And he won’t look like an incompetent father because of some measly, complex instructions.

So, he does the next best thing he can: he calls in backup.

Jake and Jay sit next to Sunghoon on the living room floor, looking over the parts of the crib that they’ve agreed go together first and have to be constructed in the proper order. 

After forty-five minutes of assembly, the three men feel an acceptable amount of confidence they completed the crib.

Except for the fact there’s a random piece of wood sticking out in the center of the crib itself.

“I’m telling you the directions said that that was supposed to go there,” Jay insists, skimming the manual.

Sunghoon groans. “Tell me exactly Jay what the fuck that is supposed to do.” He emphasizes his argument by pointing directly at the block of wood in the middle of the crib.

“I don’t know, man, to keep the baby from moving?” Jay retorts.

“Okay, let’s just start over,” Jake says to both men, tired of their bickering already.

Just when the men think they’re getting somewhere, they read the next line of instructions and feel like idiots for putting this piece of wood with that screw.

“This might as well have been written in ancient Egyptian, man. Why did she have to buy the most annoying crib in existence?” Jay grumbles and flips through the manual again.

“She said it comes with a lot of safety features,” Sunghoon answers, taking apart the two pieces of wood that Jake put together initially. Sunghoon wishes he could go back in time and stop you from buying it in the first place. Of course he also wanted the best for your child, but did the damn bed need to come with so many bells and whistles for all of this hassle?

By the time Sunghoon dismantles the pieces and puts them back in an organized pile on the floor, Jake looks ready to give up and raid the fridge.

“We could just find the model online and order it assembled,” Jake suggests. A yawn leaves his lips, already fatigued at the minimal effort he put in.

“And say what to my wife?” Sunghoon asks with a scoff. “That I was too stupid to make it without help?”

Jay and Jake look at Sunghoon without a word, their stares saying enough.

“You know what I mean, assholes.” Sunghoon looks at the instructions over Jay’s shoulder again and grunts. “We are three strong and capable men. We can do this!”

Less than an hour later, Jake is on the manufacturer’s website. Thankfully, the model number was written in bold font on the front of the manual. And even better, crib assembly and one-day delivery is only an extra hundred dollars.

“I’ll name the next kid after you, man.” Sunghoon pats Jake on the back as the older one puts his card information into the order.

“Whatever. Just don’t expect me to not spill the beans if your wife asks me about this.”

Jay chuckles and helps Sunghoon put the pieces of the original crib back in the cardboard packaging.

Three hours later, two delivery guys come up the elevator with the crib to bring into Sunghoon’s apartment. It fits with the rest of the nursery, the color of the wood matching well with the decorations you had already put up for the baby’s arrival.

You walk into the apartment later in the day to find Sunghoon sitting at the couch waiting for you. You smile at him and immediately snuggle in close to his chest.

“How was the shower?” Sunghoon kisses the crown of your head as his hand runs across the center of your stomach. His warmth immediately calms you after the long day of greeting family and friends.

“Fun, but a lot. By the third hour I was over talking about breastfeeding.”

Sunghoon chuckles and kisses your cheek. Even now, after four years of marriage and a baby on the way, he still managed to make you feel like the same lovesick teenager you were when you first met. The feeling sank deep into your bones and made you even more sure that you picked the right person to spend forever with.

“Thank you for putting the crib together,” you say. You squeeze the hand that’s on your stomach with your own. “We appreciate you so much.”

Sunghoon smiles earnestly and kisses you on the lips. “And I appreciate you. None of this would be possible without you, you know.”

You grin. “Likewise.”

When you wake in the middle of the night later on, waddling to the nursery and admiring the quality of the crib, you chuckle quietly to yourself.

Sunghoon was completely unaware of how cute he looked in the Ring camera helping the delivery guys bring in the assembled crib. He also had no idea that you had watched from the comfort of Heeseung’s couch as the gentlemen, with Jake and Jay in tow, all shuffled into the apartment hours ago with the second crib.

Maybe the biggest lesson of parenthood was that sometimes it was better to work smarter and not harder. And regardless, Sunghoon would do anything to make sure you and your child were happy. What more could you ask for?

[merbear25]

Heeeeeyyyy

So I discovered this blog through that breeding kink request with Katakuri, Crocodile and Mihawk and may I request the aftermath? Like I want pregnancy and baby stuff, I want the domestic bliss. Please

Oh, how cool that you found me through that! Thanks for sending in a request. I hope you enjoy this just as much as the other one.💜💜

CW: SFW, fem!reader, pregnancy and childbirth mentioned, fluff, a touch of angst, defined relationship 

His two loves (Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk)

Katakuri: Waking up in the middle of the night was becoming a common occurrence. Dreams that bordered on nightmares flooded his mind, refusing to allow him any peace as your due date approached. The worries of his family interfering, harming the hair on your or your precious child’s head were more often than not at the forefront. However, the dread of his potential incompetence at being the father he needed to be was that night’s perpetrator. 

Snippets of the not so distant future played in his mind, some of which came with a tinge of anxiety. Wrapped up in his arms, sleeping the early dawn away, you were glowing even in your sleep. With the remnants of the nightmare still fresh in his mind, he held you closer worrying that at any moment you’d wake up and make his greatest fear a reality. But, you didn’t and you wouldn’t. Deep down he knew you wouldn’t. 

You stirred in his embrace. The murmurs of discomfort tugged on his heartstrings. His long fingers stroked the side of your face, to which your huffs silenced and returned to gentle hums of slumber. The morning was creeping on the horizon, and despite being wide awake, he chose to stay next to you, not wanting to miss a moment.

The sun casted and set in the sky with the cycle of the days, each one pressed with preparations for the bundle you would soon be welcoming into the world. The room had already been completed due to his eagerness to have it be perfect in every way, so now the waiting game needed to be played.

He was sure to remain nearby, especially in your third trimester. Adamant in keeping you happy, he couldn’t deny you even the slightest of requests: rubbing your feet, adjusting your pillow, fetching you whatever would satisfy that week’s craving. The favors he did for you were repaid with a thank you and a peck on the cheek. How could they not be when he was doing everything in his power to keep you happy?

When the time came to finally meet your child, the world that had been swirling with nerves and fear began shifting. There was no more room for them anymore—replaced with the jittery elation of becoming a new father, new parents.

Long hours that felt as if there would be no end, until the cries of your little baby, your precious girl, put the grueling wait to a halt. She was placed on your chest, shivering and whimpering in the new world she found herself in. Your exhaustion could never overshadow the joy you shared in that moment. You cooed at her, whispers of affection that she couldn’t yet understand, so your tone carried the pure love you felt to her.

Hair clinging to your forehead with sweat, your face flushed from the physical toll you’d been put through, and the daze you were in from the whirlwind of emotions: even though you’d disagree, he saw you as a vision of beauty. As he placed his lips against your temple, a shaky sigh left you. The smile you held began quivering the longer you looked down at your child.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Your voice cracked with emotion.

Hearing your words tremble shattered any anxiety that’d been harboring within him. He adored you, there was no denying that, and the child you just gave him only strengthened his love. The two loves of his life; neither of you would have the misfortune that plagued him growing up. He’d act as a shield if it came down to it. The burdens that came with being tied to his family, to his mother, to him: he vowed not to let them shatter this image of perfection.

He sat down beside you and wrapped you in his arms as carefully as he could, wanting to hold both of his beautiful girls at the same time.

Crocodile: Longer work hours that pushed into the late evenings were a distraction for the inevitable. Your due date was creeping up on him, enticing a nervous bug that hadn’t bitten him in a long time. Although you understood the reason for his absence, that didn’t stop the bed from feeling cold and rather lonely.

You nudged his office door open, peeking behind the wood to get a look at him working diligently behind the desk. He puffed at his cigar, allowing the thick smoke to cloud his workspace. When you inched closer, his eyes flickered to you. Your silhouette casted a shadow across the floor as you stepped in front of the fireplace. Putting out his cigar, he then waved his hand to clear the gray surrounding him.

“There aren’t many more nights you’ll be able to get a good night’s rest. You should take advantage of that.”

“I haven’t been able to sleep well the last few months because of the size of me,” you laughed in an airy, light-hearted way that never failed to fall on his ears just right. “And you know you’re in the same position as me. You’ll be up with the baby too, won’t you?” You couldn’t hide the slight tinge of sadness in your question. He was clearly having a difficult time adjusting to this change on an emotional level, even though he desperately wished that wasn’t the case.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it.” His eyes soaked in the sight of you: you were in your ninth month, hair tousled from sleep that couldn’t find you, and held a look of concern on your face. Looking back down at his paperwork, a glimmer of self-reflection reached him. He sighed before getting up from his office chair. “I suppose it’s time for me to turn in.” A gentle place of his hand on the small of your back led you to retire with him.

The howling wind made the windows rattle, making you shudder along with them. A slight pull of your body against his ceased them, though. His large frame offered you protection even over the most trivial things like the sounds at night. Nuzzling his face against the top of your head, his body soon found that fragment of peace it’d been after the past few months. The gentle hums of your breaths mingling, your soft skin against his, and your round belly carrying the most precious thing imaginable: there was a part of him that didn’t want these quiet moments to end. 

Having kept himself preoccupied with work to avoid the reality of fatherhood was now weighing on him. He cared about you, and it was true that he wanted this child. However, his role as the primary provider, the one who you and your child depended on for everything, had him going above and beyond to ensure both of your safety. Every deal, contract, employee, and everyone who came within spitting distance had to be dealt with, because if they weren’t and anything happened to either of you, he would only have himself to blame.

Time ticked forward to the delivery room when you performed a miracle, giving him a baby boy who was almost too perfect to touch. But, he wanted to hold him, both of you, and never let go. Holding him in his arms felt surreal; those soft yawns and grumbles were sounds he didn’t know he could adore so much. While you watched him cradling your bundle of everything that was right with your relationship, the hours of labor finally caught up with you.

As you drifted off to sleep, he kept his full attention on your little boy. His eyes memorized each detail, hoping that he wouldn’t lose such precious moments to time. Every vow he made would be kept, that much was certain. He would do everything in his power to make even the impossible possible.

Mihawk: As you lounged in the shade while reading your book, he caught himself glancing over at you more and more often. The swings of his swords weren’t striking the targets head-on anymore, instead merely nicking the sides in a sad attempt at training. It couldn’t be helped, though. You were stunning. The roundness of your belly and your hand resting on top of it, perhaps feeling the baby kick as you lost yourself in your book, was too much of a distraction.

He stood facing you for a good minute, his eyes never wavering from his typical stare. Those gentle breaths pairing with the rise and fall of your chest were simply too much for him to handle. His steps carried through the tall grass back to the castle.

“Where are you going?”

“I can’t focus here,” he called behind him. Despite the potential harshness of him just up and leaving, you knew better than to take it to heart. As he ventured back inside, you couldn’t help the tugs at the corners of your mouth.

Throwing blows to the training equipment set up inside couldn’t even help him regain his focus. Images if you through all the stages of your pregnancy flooded his mind, taking a toll on his performance. Sloppy swings, kicks, punches: he suddenly grabbed the punching bag. Firmly, he placed both hands on it, his eyes practically burning a hole in the fabric. 

The memories of your tender touches and soft smiles were accompanied with the hopes of what was to come—a family that he kept safe and happy. His fingers dug into the thick skin of the bag as he considered the threat that would undoubtedly take you two into consideration when hunting him down. It was a future which, although inevitable, was something he’d fight against until his last breath. The final punch he threw was for all of those who had already placed a target on his family.

You were in the kitchen when he made his way back around. The kettle was heating up over the stove top and teasing a whistle.

“You shouldn’t be around an open flame and should be resting.” He guided you away from the iron stove towards the sofa. 

“It’s just tea. I’ll be alright.”

“Let me make it for you. You’re the one who’s constantly complaining about swollen feet, remember?” He ignored the slight hmph from you, knowing full well that you’d be glad you took his advice.

Handing you the hot beverage, he then brought over foot rest. Patting it, he reminded you that it would be good for circulation. “You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you,” you sighed at him.

He wasn’t really sure what to say to that. Of course he was, why wouldn’t he be? With him sitting down next to you, you could feel his eyes on you with the same intensity as when you were outside. You winced slightly from the sudden kicks.

“I think our kid is ready to get out,” you laughed softly. “Would you like to feel them kick?” 

His hands gently laid on your belly, instantly feeling the little kicks from inside. His breaths shortened as a surge of emotion took him off guard. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss where the baby was the most active. “I can’t wait to do that with you in my arms,” he whispered.

Caring gestures and loving support helped carry the both of you through the remainder of the ninth month. The cries of your new baby girl soon filled the room, painting everything outside of it as a mere backdrop. Once she was placed in his arms, he knew he could never love something as much as he loved that little girl. Nothing and no one would touch a hair on her head.

Watching him hold your child only solidified your love for him. A man who was stoic and seemingly immune to emotion was looking down at your baby girl with nothing but the soft love of a new father.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

He nodded while gently stroking her little hand, “Yes, she most definitely is.”

[musamora]

ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ · ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʙꜱᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ༉‧₊˚

featured. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma. content. f!reader. based on a request. mentions of alcohol (dazai), mentions of food, nicknames, slavic dishes. (minor) spoilers for stormbringer. translation at the end. not proofread.

author's note. this was an incredibly fun request! these men either shift between being incompetent, or not being reliant on others, so it took a sweet turn.

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synopsis. the kitchen can be many things. a refuge from the toils of everyday life. a workshop for the creation of exquisite tastes. an assemblage of conversation over collaboration.

but one thing is certain—a well-endeavored meal can warm the coldest of hearts.

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 arrived home late one evening, tromping through the doorway with the confidence only a drunken man could muster. It had been one of those nights, ones in which he was all too aware of the hollowness of his own heart. One of those days where everything was too loud, the ones where he picked up every minuscule detail, whether he wanted to or not. So, he had taken to a drink or two to fill a void, only to dip into another—before he knew it, the room was spinning, and he found himself kicked out of the bar.

But he still had you to return to, so he gathered any soberness left within him and clambered to place his trench coat and shoes in the spots you had set out for them. He was glad you didn't hear him walk in. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been granted the opportunity to take in the view. You pranced around the kitchen, a lifted twirl in your heel as you stirred ingredients in a saucepan, the domestic mess of powders against your skin.

You were all his. The reason he had a home to return to. His sanctuary from his own mind. He often fretted—though he pretended not to—about the idea of you being taken away from him, a fact that he had come to accept as his reality. But in these simple moments, he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy that you encompassed for a moment longer.

His arms fit snug around your waist, his head like a puzzle piece against the curve of your shoulder. "Is that for me?"

You hummed, pressing a peck on his cheek as you leaned into him.

"You'll always have a meal to return home to, Osamu."

Yeah. He'd indulge for just a little longer.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 did not expect to pass out. He had returned home from a weeks-long mission overseas, anxiously awaiting the moment you reunited and ran into his arms—only for him to arrive early to an empty home. You were at work, and it wasn't his fault the couch clung to him like a vice! For a moment, he thought he had been dreaming of the fresh smell of savory pasta sauce and spices.

Wait. He can't dream.

He cracked open his eyes, his vision steadily straightening out, and trudged into the kitchen with a befuddled pout, his sight narrowing in on exactly what you had been up to.

"Babe."

"Chuuya!" you yelled, almost losing your grip on your spoon before you managed to catch it, clutching it close to your chest as you twisted the knob on the stove to place the heat at a simmer. "You scared me!"

His arms crossed as he leaned on the doorway. "What're you doing cooking in here by yourself?" he asked sternly, scanning the contents of the pot along with your face. If you didn't know any better, you'd assume he was mad. But you did know better, catching onto the subtle tilt of his brow, narrowed in simultaneous amusement and disappointment. Cooking was often a partnered endeavor.

You couldn't resist laughter, cupping his cheek as if comforting an upset child. "You've had a long week, and you looked so peaceful lying there. I couldn't bring myself to disturb you."

He would've been quick to argue—you could wake him anytime, no matter the circumstance—but a thought overwhelmed him and kept his mouth at bay. You had done something for him, not with anything to gain, but simply because you cared. He was used to it happening the other way around, but this. . .this felt nice.

So, he relented, his ginger locks tickling your skin as he tucked his face into your neck with a sigh. "Thank you, baby."

𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 had been busy preparing the next phase of his plans, though you supposed he was always busy—too busy to take care of his own basic needs, that was for sure. He was always sorting through different data, exploring multiple angles to achieve his goals.

With the many tasks flooding his brain, he hardly had time to abandon his screens. The skin of his thumb had worn from his subconscious biting habit as he looked over another spreadsheet of banking information, his hands about to slide over the keys yet again.

The scent of stroganoff stirred him from his trance. His eyes shifted to find a steaming plate of the delectable dish sitting next to him on the desk. And he finally registered the firm hand propped against his shoulder, with you looking upon him from above with a sweet but knowing smile.

"Eat."

He wouldn't have customarily taken kindly to such a harsh demand, but he bent to the stern look of your gaze, one that hid behind it a level of care he ravenously craved. You worried for him, not in the same fashion as his so-called "friends," but with the genuine desire to see him thrive, no matter the circumstance.

So, the demon allowed himself a momentary reprieve, kissing a smile into your hand before taking a bite of the dish.

"Delicious, as always, моя милая."

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 had practically burst through the door, prepared to recount the travesties and trials of his day. That was until he caught onto the unmistakable scent of savory pirozhki filling. He followed his nose like a bloodhound, the smell creating a distinct path into the kitchen, where you stood, unaware of the man behind you as you mixed spices into a pan.

"What'cha cooking, dove?" His breath bristled against your ear as he sprung up next to you, using his ability with a shit-eating grin. Your expression mirrored his own, used to the stint of your lover's sudden appearances.

"I found some old Ukrainian recipes online and wanted to try them out." You held out a spoon, and he bit into the filling without a second thought—a mistake. He clutched his throat as his eyes watered, realizing it was too hot for consumption far too late. He finally managed to choke it down, releasing a loud whew!

"Trying to kill me so soon! How cruel!" he exclaimed.

Your laughter roared throughout your home, a shaking hand rubbing his back as you wiped tears from your eyes with the other. "Is it good?"

He brought a finger up to stroke his non-existent beard, humming a quick tune. "Hmm, perhaps a cup of chili powder."

"Коля," you deadpanned. "That's too much."

He sighed, a pout settled on his lips, but you caught the hand sneaking into the interior of his overcoat, snatching his wrist before he poured something irreversible into your dish. He cackled, attempting to pull away as you chased him around the kitchen island.

For a moment, it felt as if you were the only two people in the world—free of restraint. He could feel the bonds tied around him loosen. He could reach out, taste that sensation of freedom for himself. A freedom he had always found in you.

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 had arrived back to his section of the Sky Casino earlier than he expected, having a strange lack of paperwork. But he simply decided to take it as a sign that he had been doing good work, and ignored the anxious feelings that always sprung from not having anything to do.

"I'm home—!" he called, but was stopped in the entryway by a sweet aroma. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the temptation to lurk into the kitchen.

"Welcome home, honey!" you called back, your voice echoing down the hallway. He stripped himself of his coat, leaving it folded on one of the benches before he trekked across the threshold, a curious shift in his furrowed brow.

You were baking cookies, fluffy chocolate-chip cookies. He couldn't resist the smile on his face, even if he wanted to, nor could he ignore the bubbling warmth in his heart. But he couldn't help his confusion.

"Cookies?" he asked, dipping his finger into a batch of dough before he popped it into his mouth. "What's the occasion?"

You swiped at him with a flour-coated hand before dusting the rest of it off on a towel. "You've been busy lately, so I wanted to make you something sweet," you stated as if it were the simplest thing. But those few simple words took him aback.

You cooked for him. No one had ever done that before, not without being an employee or attempting to manipulate him—or both. And in a matter of seconds, only enough to let in a sweep of hot air from the oven to warm his skin, he realized something that had long remained empty had been filled. He felt whole.

"Sigma!" you exclaimed, and he realized that he had tears streaming down his face. The look of concern drawn through your strained lips, your furrowed brow, and your shifting eyes only further set in his new reality—he had his family. He had found his home.

"I'm okay, love. Just. . .thank you."

моя милая = my dear коля = kolya

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Shower Me With Love

+18

Reader feels overwhelmed as a mother. Thankfully, Ruben knows how to make her feel good again.

Enjoy!

It was a hard thing to admit. A thought that brought you shame. But being a mother of three sometimes made you want to scream.

It was always at the end of the day, just before dinner and the moments after, that you felt like you had no control over yourself or the children. The oldest and the youngest would run around, chasing each other throughout the house. While the middle child needed help with homework that kept reminding you of the horrors of being a student with dyslexia. You simply felt incompetent as a mother, a sudden urge to take it out in your kids. They expected so much of you and so little of the rest of the world. Putting all of their trust in you and Ruben.

"I'm home."

"Daddy!"

Peace would fall upon your home whenever Ruben showed up at the door, a brimming smile on his face, arms open for the kids to run into his embrace. And just like that, the conflict within you simply seized to exist.

"Hi baby, how was your day?"

He would kiss you with a child clinging onto his neck and another his leg. You would tell him that your day was fine, leaving out the part where you almost had a mental breakdown again.

"How was your day?"

"Fine. We're doing alot to prepare for the game next week."

"I see."

Ruben would then fight his way through the house, carrying two children just to get to the third, who sat around the kitchen table, still tussling with homework. Ruben never failed to greet any of your children, giving them the individual attention that they all deserved. This he did better than you. It was a sad thing to admit. However, it was true. Ruben was better with the kids than you, or so the chaos in your mind made you believe.

"I'm going to hop in the shower." You announced. However, none of them seemed to have heard you. They were all gathered around the kitchen table, suddenly interested in doing homework. It didn't bother you as much as it could. This allowed you to slip away unnoticed, finally getting well needed time for yourself.

You would let the water run for at least an hour. The heat was scolding to the average man. However, the perfect temperature for you. You soaked in it, melting into a puddle of nothing. Someone without so much expectation on them.

"Baby?"

The knock on the bathroom door came just in time, like it did almost every night. Through the foggy glass, you saw your husband slip into the bathroom. The kids had been put to bed, leaving him nothing else to do but to join you in the shower.

"God, you're beautiful." He pulled open the glass doors, grinning at the sight of you.

"Don't just stand there." You teased, to which Ruben wasted no time stripping himself of his shirt, tugging his sweats pants down his legs. He winced with the first sensation of the hot water. Once his skin was used to it, his arms pulled your body towards him, pressing your back against his front.

"I've missed you." He said, whispering the words against the lobe of your ear. He then traced his kisses along the running water that ran down your shoulders and the length of your arms. Ruben then made you turn around and face him and the way he regarded you with such admiration and lust. How he never failed to make you feel special was a wonder itself.

"You okay?" He asked, perhaps seeing the fatigue in your eyes. Not even an hour spent in the shower could wash away your fear of inadequacy.

"I am." You nodded. However, it only rewarded you with a skeptical look frown from your husband.

"Don't lie." He said, which caused your heart to strain and tears to well up in your eyes.

"I'm okay, Ruben, I really am. It's just that the children...." You stopped yourself from admitting your sinful thoughts and how they would make you come off as an even worse mother than you already were.

"Y/N?"

Suddenly, all that anxiety seemed to evaporate with Ruben's touch upon your cheek. Even though he couldn't see them through the running water, he seemed to be drying away your tears.

"Why are you always so hard on yourself?"

You chuckled. "Perhaps because I have a husband who makes it seem so easy."

"It is easy." He nodded, and for a second, you thought about stepping out of the shower, ignoring the tempting way Ruben's growing erection put pressure against your stomach. "You make it easy." He smiled.

"I what?"

"I come home to a house where my kids are happy because my wife makes them happy. I get to play with them until it's time to put them to sleep and you leave me to help them with their homework which mends a big part of me that hates it when I'm gone for too long. Football and my career are temporary. You and our family are forever."

"Oh Ruben."

You had never thought of it that way. How you were the heart of the home that he came home to. How he, unlike you, enjoyed helping the kids with their homework, cherishing every moment he had with them considering that he wasn't present for the majority of their day.

"I love you." Ruben spoke the words into your skin, his mouth now attached to your collarbone, nipping the skin until it became softer and thicker as he reached your breasts.

"Fuck." You moaned as he licked across your nipple, taking it into his mouth. Ruben's rough hands then traveled down your body, searching for the soft folds of you slit.

"That feels so good." Your head knocked against his torso, your hands cradling around his head, fingers running through his wet hair. You kissed his lips as you stood on your toes, savoring the tase of him.

Ruben rubbed small circles on your clit, small but powerful.

"Just put it in." You nodded.

His laughter drummed in your ear. "Without a condom?"

"Why would you wear a condom in the shower?"

Again, his laughter drummed in your ear. You always seemed to forget the beginning of your troubles. How your hot showers with Ruben resulted in three kids barley a year apart from each other.

"Can I fuck you like this?" Ruben turned you over to face the wall, arching your back in a way that offered him your ass.

"Yes, like this." You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His muscles flexed as his hips aligned with your entrance, the hot water running down the length of your back.

"You ready?"

"Ready." You squealed to the sensation of the size of Ruben, easing into you. Like always, he started of slow, despite your plea for him to go hard right away. His thrusts then came in waves, slow and fast, a combination of both. The sounds of your breathless moans were confined to the sacred sphere that was your shower.

[jedimaesteryoda]

One trend I've noticed a lot lately in the speculation of Tyrion meeting Daenerys is how he'll influence her. The argument often is that Tyrion will encourage her more "fire and blood" destructive tendencies when they get to Westeros. However, this view is often one-sided as it's always about how Tyrion will influence Daenerys but never about how Daenerys will influence Tyrion.

"Daenerys, I am thrice your age," Ser Jorah said. "I have seen how false men are. Very few are worthy of trust, and Daario Naharis is not one of them. Even his beard wears false colors." That angered her. "Whilst you have an honest beard, is that what you are telling me? You are the only man I should ever trust?" He stiffened. "I did not say that." "You say it every day. Pyat Pree's a liar, Xaro's a schemer, Belwas a braggart, Arstan an assassin . . . do you think I'm still some virgin girl, that I cannot hear the words behind the words?" "Your Grace—" She bulled over him. "You have been a better friend to me than any I have known, a better brother than Viserys ever was. You are the first of my Queensguard, the commander of my army, my most valued counselor, my good right hand. I honor and respect and cherish you—but I do not desire you, Jorah Mormont, and I am weary of your trying to push every other man in the world away from me, so I must needs rely on you and you alone. It will not serve, and it will not make me love you any better." -ASOS, Daenerys IV

Daenerys is not the sheltered child Aegon was who Tyrion could easily manipulate as shown when she called out Jorah for trying to isolate her from other men. Even Tyrion admitted to Aegon, having never met Daenerys that "she is strong" and "fierce." Daenerys was more worldly at 14 than Aegon is at 16. Even as a small, frightened girl at age 13 in the beginning of the series, she had more street smarts than her adult brother Viserys and has shown to be a prodigy in the series. Tyrion would not be able to manipulate her easily, especially since would initially be wary of him for being a Lannister.

Tyrion at the end of the day would be serving as her subordinate, him being largely dependent on her. Tyrion largely is the way he is because of the toxic family he grew up in. The Lannister vision has no idea of a Good Society, it's just pure self-aggrandizement by any means necessary. As the adage goes, rot always starts at the head. The monarchs Tyrion served as Hand, Joffrey and Cersei, were both cruel, incompetent tyrants with senses of entitlement that outweighed their actual abilities. They also had no concept of the duties of a monarch to their subjects, and instead just abused their power over others, including sexually. The one who actually ran the show for the Lannister regime, Tywin, was a cold, abusive Machiavellian who brutalized the smallfolk and his children, seeing them as pawns in his schemes. Tyrion could be cunning and brutal, because it was both encouraged and necessary for the winner-take-all, dog-eat-dog world of the Lannister court. It was an environment designed to bring out the darker side of his nature.

However, since the beginning we saw hints of the lighter side of his nature such as when he gave emotional support to Jon and designed a special saddle for Bran. He even helped Catelyn when they were attacked by the mountain clans even though she kidnapped him. In A Clash of Kings, we see hints of Tyrion wanting to be something other than the cold Machiavellian like his father when he stands up for Sansa when Joffrey beats her, and he has Morec killed and Slynt sent to the Wall for killing Barra, wanting to "do justice." In A Dance with Dragons, he risks his life to protect Aegon and even in his lowest he looks out for Penny even though she is a complete stranger to him.

Daenerys is a foil to Cersei, whose ruling philosophy is expressed in the statement "Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?" Daenerys tries to live up to the image of an ideal monarch who protects the weak. She liberates the oppressed from slavery and tries to protect them, even performing acts like tending to those afflicted with the bloody flux herself, marrying someone she doesn't want and putting her plan of going to Westeros on hold to achieve peace. Working as Hand to Queen Daenerys, Tyrion may find himself in a change of pace in a different environment where for once his more positive tendencies are encouraged with his fondness for "cripples, bastards and broken things."

In short, in cutting himself off from his toxic family, Tyrion may actually find a new beginning in service to Daenerys. He's the Machiavellian polymath and court politician she needs, and she's the competent, idealistic monarch he needs.

[phoenixblaze1412]

Hello there!!!👋

May I ask for some angst?

Dottore spending time with his biological child and the more the day progresses he sees his wife (who died a few day after giving birth to their child) in their child (A headcanon and/or small scenario plz)

Thank you!!!

Gonna make me cry anon.. also might have changed it a bit.

Taking care of a kid is a difficult task for Dottore himself. Especially if it was his own. A healthy baby girl, how ironic that she looked exactly the same as you. Neither of you didn't expect such a tragedy to happen, mostly him.

"Sir, she won't be able to make it." Omega stated, watching over your vital signs. Your body was currently too weak to deliver the baby, and being in labor wasn't helping a lot.

"Then let the child die. I'd rather lose the kid than lose my wife." Dottore snapped as he quickly went and placed an oxygen mask over you, tucking away the lose strands of your hair away from your face. He was quick to notice your breathing becoming more heavy and labored.

"Both her and the child will die if we continue with that idea!" the Theta segment exclaimed.

The three of them were quick to shut up when they heard your pained groans. Immediately examining and looking you over to at least lessen the pain you were experiencing but still keeping you conscious.

Dottore was already in a state of anger and worry, thinking up of multiple solutions to get the child out of you all the while keeping you alive but that seems to be difficult since you don't even have the strength to push the baby out so maybe a c-section will do but the chance of you dying is big. He was quick to come out of his thoughts when you grabbed his arm, making him focus his attention to you.

"Zandik please.. promise me you won't let our baby die."

He let out a deep sigh before nodding at your request. Even at times like these, he could never say no to you. He called over a few more segments to begin your surgery. A simple c-section, nothing to worry about right? But why was he, he of all people suddenly felt fear as he held the scalpel upon your stomach.

It's not right. He knows this will end up badly if he continued, he already felt it. Snapping out of his thoughts once more when he heard you cry out in pain, he nodded to his segments to sedate you for a bit as he began the operation.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours. Every segment waited anxiously as they watched their creator work strenuously. The once silent room was filled with small cries as Dottore held his newborn child, dirty from all the blood and amniotic fluid but alive and well. Iota walked over to take the baby from Dottore to clean her up as the doctor went and stitched you up while the other segments who were present had cheerful grins along their faces.

Their happiness was quickly cut off the moment they heard the sound of your heart monitor dropping. Dottore glanced up and glared at Omega, cursing under his breath as he finished stitching you up to help Omega with keeping you stable.

"You incompetent fool! I gave you one job!"

Panic. That's what they're all feeling the moment when you became cardiac asystole. Dottore and Omega resuscitating you the best they can, even using electro to give your heart a shock to at least show any heart rhythm but none came.

"(Y/N) please wake up! You can't leave me! Come on! Your child- our child is safe and awake now it's your turn to wake up please!"

It's been fifteen minutes max with no signs of you showing any heartbeat, the segments could only look away, not wanting to cry in front of you. The sudden weight being placed upon them at the news of your death was overbearing.

Even Iota couldn't believe it. But even so, he couldn't cause any tantrums, he couldn't yell or even throw anything out of anguish. He was holding your child at the moment. The baby you left to them before you passed. It took him a few minutes to calm the baby down and wrap her up in a blanket.

Meanwhile Dottore was still leaning over your figure, his hand held yours as he leaned his forehead against your knuckles. Both of your wedding rings, glimmering against the light.

Dottore knew something bad was going to happen. He felt it bubbling in his guts yet he let it happen. The moment Iota walked back into the room with his daughter in his hold, Dottore glared at them.

"I don't want to see that thing near me. Dispose of it immediately. Give it to the Knave or send it someplace else."

Iota was quick to snap at the order, sure he's still in despair about losing you like how the others feel but his creator telling him to dispose of your own offspring is not what he expected to hear.

"What are you thinking?! (Y/N) carried your child for months, having to go through all the hardships a pregnant woman would go through and here you are disposing her efforts?!"

"I already knew from the start that saving the child would end up with her death! I would have preferred to save her instead of the child!"

"Would she want you to?! You know her well enough to know that she would rather risk herself in danger to save a life! She already said it herself before the operation! You promised her not to let the child die!"

Dottore was quick to shut up, looking over at the little figure bundled up in the blankets. Thoughts filled with 'what if's' as he looked back at your figure on the examining bed.

What if he chose to save you instead of his child? Would you even be happy towards him if you knew about his plans?

A soft coo was heard as Iota looked down at the baby before carefully handing her over to Dottore. The doctor was hesitant at first but he took the chance to hold his own child in his arms. The baby let out little babbles and gargles as her hands reach out to the doctor and tried to grab at his hair.

Dottore observed her actions, looking over her features and letting out a bitter laugh at how his own daughter had most of your features. It's like the gods are being cruel and making his own heart hurt more than it already is.

"From now on, your name will be ■■■■. (Y/N) thought of that name for you."

"Papa? Wake up!"

Dottore slowly opened his eyes and noticed he had fallen asleep on the grass. Finally remembering that he was joining his daughter in the forests of Sumeru to look for some flowers. He was assigned on a mission to take the dendro, along with the electro gnosis back as soon as possible but his daughter wanted to explore a bit and take a break.

Dottore glanced up and squinted his eyes as he stared up at the figure leaning over him. Eyes widening in surprise as he stared at you, the light shining brightly from behind you made you look so angelic and beautiful. He continued to stare at you, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, your face so full of life and a grin plastered on your face as you looked back at him.

He tried to reach his hand out to you but you quickly vanished the moment he blinked and was now staring at his four year old daughter.

"Are you okay papa? Why are you crying?"

Dottore was quick to wipe the tears away from his eyes as he sat up and looked over his child. Oh how he misses you so. Everytime he looks and talks to his child it felt like it was him talking to you instead. Your looks, the way you talk, even your attitude was passed onto your daughter.

He could only laugh at the idea that if you were still with them, he would be having two of the most sassiest women in Teyvat in his life. He got up on his feet and ruffled his daughter's hair.

"Have you gotten what you needed, little one?"

"Mhm! I finally got these flowers! Iota told me all about them and I wanted to take some home myself."

She held up a bouquet of padisarah flowers, the doctor could only stare in surprise at how she even got them, moreso why did Iota even told her about it.

"Iota told me how they were mama's favorite flowers and showed me pictures of her holding them. He told me how you would always gift her a bouquet of these whenever you came back from Sumeru and I wanted to give these to mama too... can I give these to her? Will mama like it?"

"...she would love them a lot, my child. Now come on, once I finished my mission then we can visit your mother and give her these gifts. She would be happy to receive these flowers from you."

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Tee ball season is almost over, and the Tiny Eagles are still undefeated. You are starting to feel bolder in your personal life, like you are ready to claim everything you are entitled to. And Bradley is subtly letting you know he's along for more than just the ride.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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"Only two more weeks of tee ball left," Molly murmured as she sipped her coffee next to you on the bleachers. 

You paused to think about that. It was only two months ago that you met Bradley, and a lot had changed since you caught yourself stuttering in his presence that first day. After he brought you flowers and lunch to work on Wednesday, he'd met you at your house that night. One thing led to another, and now you knew Bradley loved being called Lieutenant Bradshaw in bed. 

"Two more weeks," you agreed. You'd be sad when tee ball ended, but Bradley had been telling you for the past week since the Phillies game that he'd work on some skills with Everett during the summer. 

"Go Ev!" Molly shouted when he hit the ball really hard and scored a run against the Tiny Robins. It was Crazy Socks day, and Everett had talked you into ordering him a pair from the Phillies website. You had a second pair stashed away for Bradley's birthday, which you found out from Bob was a week after Everett's.

You clapped along with your sister as you watched Everett run the bases in his red and white striped socks, but your mind was wandering elsewhere. 

"You know what you said about Danny last time we talked about him?" you asked, and Molly scoffed. 

"You mean how I called him an incompetent man-child? Or how I told you he doesn't deserve to lick the bottoms of your shoes?"

"Neither," you replied, smiling as both Bradley and Bob waved in your direction at the same time. You waved your fingers at Bradley and smiled. "I'm actually talking about child support. And the fact that he never pays it."

"Ohhhh, you wanna have that conversation now?" Molly asked, giving you a bland look. "Ev is almost seven years old."

"Yeah," you replied softly. 

You could see the fire in Molly's eyes, but she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You've paid for everything. Take him to court. Seriously. Please, take him to court. I would love nothing more than to help you pay for it. Who's your lawyer? I'll send them a check today."

"I don't need your money," you told her firmly for the hundredth time. But now you were finally feeling like you wanted to do something about this. Why had you been okay with letting Danny get away with so much shit before? Everett deserved the whole world, and you were going to try to give it to him. "I'm going to give him one more chance to either be more involved with Ev or start paying for support."

Molly set her empty cup down and said, "Look at me." You met her eyes, and she looked much more serious than she usually did, which gave you a chill. "What are you going to do when Danny won't do either of those things?"

You pressed your lips together to keep the tingling sensation of tears out of your eyes and nose. "I'm going to stop being a doormat."

Molly kissed your cheek and pulled you against her side just as the game was ending. 

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"Still undefeated!" Everett cheered as Bradley carried him on his shoulders up to the parking lot after the game against the Tiny Robins ended in a victory for the Tiny Eagles.

"Hey, Coach Bob," Bradley called, and Bob turned around, still holding Molly's hand. "You better start writing your speech for when you win Coach of the Year. The team is undefeated with two games left!"

"You'll have to give a speech, too," Bob said as he adjusted his glasses. "The award goes to both coaches, not just one."

"Undefeated! Undefeated!" Everett chanted. You were walking next to Bradley shaking your head and smiling. 

Bradley looked at you as he said, "Ev is the best on the team, Kitten. He's really good." Everett continued to chant as Bradley added, "I'm going to plan out the whole summer with visits to the batting cages, pitching in the park, and learning more about all of the different positions. He'll be ready for baseball next spring. No more tee ball." Bradley couldn't remember being this excited about baseball since he was a kid trying out for his first team. 

"He's really that good at it?" you asked. "Thank goodness I signed him up for tee ball."

"Yeah," Bradley agreed, "for more than one reason."

You opened the back door to your car, and Bradley deposited Everett into his booster seat at the same time that Molly climbed in through the other door and tried to buckle herself into the seat. Bradley chuckled while Everett practically screeched with laughter, and then you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"I'm going to buy tickets for the Pittsburgh Pirates game on Everett's birthday," you told him. "Molly and Bob are coming, too."

Bob perked up when he heard his name. "No, Molly and I are going to buy all the tickets. For his birthday present."

"I thought I'd get them for everyone," Bradley said with a frown. "My treat, again."

"I already bought them!" Molly shouted from inside the car as Everett tickled her until she was wheezing. 

"She's so annoying," you said, resting your head against Bradley's chest. "She wants me to save my money for my lawyer."

Bradley jerked his head back and coaxed you to look up at him. "A lawyer for what?"

"Don't worry about it," you whispered before you returned to snuggling against him. 

But he wanted to know what was wrong. "Are you okay? Is Ev? Is this about Danny? What can I do?"

"We're okay, Bradley."

"Kitten. You can talk to me about it."

"I know," you replied, squeezing him tighter. "We're okay for now."

"Well, that's settled then," Molly said as she climbed out of the car with her clothes all dishevelled. "Everett defeated me in the tickle fight, so I owe him a movie. I'll pick him up tomorrow after lunch."

You looked up at Bradley with a smirk on your face. "Any chance you're free for a little bit tomorrow after lunch?"

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Later that night, you called Danny after sending him texts throughout the day telling him you needed to talk to him.

You were happy you had waited until Everett was in bed to make the call, because as soon as Danny answered with a bark of, "Yes?" you felt anxious. 

"Danny," you replied, gripping the edge of the counter so you wouldn't lose your resolve. "Hi."

"What do you need? I'm trying to work."

You squeezed the counter harder and took a deep breath. "Let me know when you have time to spend a day with Everett. I think you need to make that more of a priority."

You were met with silence. 

"Danny?"

"I'm here. You know I don't have time for this."

You pressed your lips together and held back your tears. "He is your son, Danny. You need to make time for him."

More silence spread out before you. Honestly, you wanted to start screaming into the phone, but you knew you shouldn't. Nobody could upset you with just a small handful of words the way your ex husband could.

When you got no response, you took a deep breath and said, "If you're not going to give him some of your time, then you need to start making up for it by paying us child support."

"Child support?" he asked with a laugh. "You know I don't have a steady income like you do." 

You took a deep breath. "I understand that, but providing for Everett shouldn't solely land on my shoulders here, Danny."

"Listen," he replied smoothly. "I have a huge gallery event coming up next month. I'll probably have some more spending money then."

He was trying to manipulate you the way he always had. You'd spent years listening to him try to validate his excuses, and somehow he always got you to agree with him. You didn't need to fall into these traps any longer. Not when you had Molly in your corner. Not when you knew Bradley cared about Everett's happiness.

"Taking care of your son doesn't fall under the same category as extraspending money." You said it before you gave yourself a chance to process your words, and somehow you felt a little stronger. "So then I guess he can come spend a day with you instead?"

"Fine," Danny snapped immediately. "But I'll probably be working, so he's going to have to play on his iPad or something."

His iPad that you paid for. "Sure," you agreed, knowing this was probably too good to be true. "He's going to love to see you no matter what. So how does next Sunday sound?"

And then you ended the call feeling better than you ever had after a conversation with Danny. You poured yourself a glass of wine and carried it up to your bathroom. You filled your tub while you removed your makeup, and then you sank down into a delicious bubble bath. 

You texted Molly about your conversation, and she wrote back saying SLAY YOU QUEEEEEN BITCH. DO NOT FUCK WITH MY SISTER. 

You were still laughing when Bradley texted to ask what you were up to. He had gone out to that aviator hangout bar with his friends, so of course it made you feel even giddier that he was texting you while he was there. 

When you told him you were in the bath he wrote back while you sipped your wine.

Bradley Bradshaw: Pics or it didn't happen

You snorted into your wine glass and took some strategically posed selfies. Finally you took a good one where the swell of your breasts was pronounced above the bubbles, and your knee was peeking above the water next to your glass. You sent it to him, and you did not have to wait long for a response. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Kitten, please baby, you're teasing me. I can only take so much.

You laughed and sent him a second photo where he could see your nipples.

Bradley Bradshaw: You are so fucking hot. And now my dick is hard. In the middle of a game of pool. 

You sent teasing texts back and forth while you finished your wine, and he reminded you that he'd be there tomorrow afternoon. And then he sent you a list of all the dirty little things he wanted to do to you. You dreamed about his mouth and his mustache all night long.

And the next day, as soon as Molly picked Everett up to take him to see the movie, you ran up the stairs, two at a time and dashed into your room. You dug around in the bottom drawer of your dresser and pulled out everything you needed. Bradley would be here in just a few minutes, and you'd been wet and worked up for him since last night.

You shimmied into the tight black bodysuit and fastened the choker around your neck before securing the ear headband in place as well. Then you found some sheer black socks that went up over your knees and added them to your Kitten outfit. When you looked in the mirror, you squealed with delight. You turned and checked yourself from different angles. Not bad. Not bad at all. 

You were thinking about how Bradley barely even got a chance to touch you the last time you wore this kitten costume that day at tee ball. You were thinking about how you bought this outfit just for him in the first place. When you heard the Bronco pull into your driveway, you were practically squeezing your legs together to keep from moaning. 

When you made it to the bottom step, you heard Bradley's key in the door, and somehow that made you even hotter. You were afraid you were going to jump on him, so you kept your hand wrapped around the bannister as he opened your front door. 

"Hi, Coach," you said, your voice laced with need as you waved your fingers at him. 

"Oh, god." His groan was so deep and loud, you clenched around nothing as he blindly slammed and locked the door. He let his keys, wallet and hat fall right to the floor as you whimpered. 

"Coach." Your voice quivered as he approached you slowly. "Bradley."

You almost matched up to his height as you were still standing on the bottom step. He was close to you now, licking his lips and breathing faster. He let his knuckles trail slowly up and down over your bodysuit between your breasts, and soon you were panting for him. 

His grin was smug as he asked you, "Did you wear this for me?"

You nodded your head as he stroked your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Just for you, Lieutenant Bradshaw."

And then his head tipped back as he groaned, and you felt so powerful. You guided his hand down your belly and between your legs, and he met your eyes again. "You're already wet."

"I've been wet since we were texting last night," you admitted. And then you were draped over his shoulder with his big hand on your butt while he hauled you back upstairs. 

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Bradley had been thinking about you in your Kitten costume for weeks, but he hadn't been expecting you to be wearing it today. It was even filthier looking this time, as you paired it with black socks that hugged your thighs instead of your jeans. You skipped the whiskers, but you were wearing your choker. Your collar.

As he took you up to your bed, you were whimpering his name as he stroked his fingers along your ass and your thighs. You were soaking wet. He could feel it when he dug his hand between your legs to tease you as he reached your bedroom.

When he set you down, you crawled across the bed, showing off your ass for him before you settled with your back against the pillows. Bradley was tearing his shoes off followed by his clothing as he watched you run your hands over your bodysuit, squeezing your tits. 

"Do you have any idea what you look like right now?" he asked, crawling across the bed to get to you.

"A Kitten?" you asked softly, fingers skimming over your taut nipples. 

"My Kitten," he growled. "You look like you're mine. My own personal Kitten with a wet pussy and filthy red lips." He kissed you hard, pushing your head back against the pillow while he ran his fingers along the strip of fabric that was barely covering your slit. 

When you moaned into his mouth, he released your lips in favor of running his nose and tongue along that sinful red choker on your neck.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw, sir," you whined, and his cock ached with need. "Please."

He was sucking on all of your exposed skin, tasting every inch. You were grinding up against his hand as he palmed your core through your bodysuit. "I'll take care of you," he promised, kissing your choker and your necklace chain at the same time. "You keep your claws tucked away like a good girl, and I'll take such good care of you."

Then he released the snaps between your legs that were keeping you concealed, and the bodysuit was open. You rubbed yourself against his knuckles, and his fingers slid right through your slick slit. You shook your head against the pillow, and your headband with the ears went a little crooked. 

"I am so turned on," you gasped. "I don't think I have ever been this turned on before."

You were whining for him and rubbing your stocking covered leg along his cock. But your eyes were still alert, and he wanted them glazed and fucked out. 

"I'm gonna eat your pussy," he told you, nibbling your nipples through the fabric as you gasped in agreement. "But I'm not going to stop until I'm ready to. Does that sound okay?"

"Yes sir, Coach Bradley, sir!"

"Kitten, look at me," he said, still stroking your clit softly with his knuckle. "That means I decide when you're done."

"Yes!"

And then he put his mouth on your pussy, and it was exquisite. Just like last time. But maybe even better, because he was going to make you lose your mind for him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and spread you open wide, kissing your hole as he buried his nose in your wetness.

He started off slow, teasing and licking, and then your fingers were in his hair. Your little gasps and words of encouragement made him smile, but as soon as he took your clit between his lips, you got loud. Really loud. Bradley was delighted that you could be as loud as you wanted to, because he was addicted to the feel of your smooth pearl, your perfect clit under his tongue.

"Bradley!"

You were thrusting up against his face, and he dipped his tongue inside you as your wetness coated his chin. He loved this. He loved eating pussy. He knew he was good at it. But you were too perfect. Everything he liked. Everything he wanted. He needed you. He released your left leg and shoved two rough fingers inside you as he eased himself up your body to kiss those pretty red lips. 

"You taste so fucking good. Like a damn kitten in heat," he told you as you ran your tongue along his chin. You kitten licked his face and whimpered while he finger fucked you harder. Your hands wound tight up in his hair were a little painful, but it just made him go harder. 

Your eyes were already starting to drift closed and he kissed you, smiling against your mouth. "Remember. You're done when I say you're done."

His words made you keen, and he could feel you starting to squeeze his fingers as he put his mouth back on your clit and sucked gently. That first orgasm came screaming out of you as your hips bucked and shook against the mattress. But Bradley was already working on the next one as you gasped his name over and over again.

With his tongue moving in languid strokes as you started to calm down, Bradley managed to coax you close to the edge again. This time you released his hair in favor of wrapping your hands in your pillowcase. 

"What the fuck," you gasped, gaping at him and meeting his eyes as you rode his tongue to another orgasm. Your forehead was scrunched up in disbelief as you gasped, sounding scandalized that he did it twice.

But he wasn't done yet. He ground his cock down into your bedding, bucking for some relief against the delicious show that all of his senses were being treated to. Because now you looked truly exhausted, and your fingers were unable to get purchase in his hair. He kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh as he ran his calloused fingertips over your sensitive, overworked clit until you were whining softly. 

"It's okay, Kitten. I love you," Bradley promised, and you nodded wordlessly. And sure enough, after several more minutes, you hiccuped a few times as you came again for him. Your pussy softly pulsing around his middle finger as you gasped had him palming his cock. 

He was about to cum. Quickly, he positioned himself so he was on his knees with your left thigh between his legs. He never removed his middle finger from inside you while he stroked himself a half a dozen times. And then he was spurting his cum all over your pussy and your belly and your bodysuit. 

You didn't even seem to know what was going on as you shook your head against the pillow and wiped at your tears. 

"You okay?" he asked softly, and he smiled. Because your eyes were glazed, your face looked fucked out, and your body was limp, connected to his by his one finger inside you. "God, you're fucking glorious."

A soft laugh escaped your lips while Bradley stroked your cheek with his thumb, and you nuzzled against him like a kitten.

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You had your arms draped lazily around Bradley's neck as he showered with you. For a split second, he had been nervous that he might have ruined your bodysuit when he came, but you assured him you could always buy another one. Honestly, you thought the splashes of his white cum on your skin and the dark fabric looked sinfully good. 

"You gonna wear that outfit again for me?" he asked, running his fingers along the little paw print charm he got you where it rested next to your collarbone. 

"Do you really need me to?" you challenged. "You just took a bunch of photos of me half wearing it with your cum all over me. Shouldn't that be enough?"

He kissed you, gently pulling your bottom lip between his before he said, "No way. Those are for when I'm deployed. I'm gonna want the real thing again and again."

You felt a jolt of reality. "Do you know when you're getting deployed again? Do I need to start preparing myself to miss you?"

"No," he murmured, kissing along your neck as the spray from the shower calmed you. "When I find out, you'll be the first to know, Kitten. And I must admit," he added, pausing on a deep inhale that left you with bated breath, "I do love the idea of being missed. By you. And Ev."

You didn't know what to say as you snuggled up against him for a few minutes before you eventually turned off the water. You'd been in a relationship with him for a week. One week. And you already daydreamed about when he'd move in with you. You were already thinking about where all of his stuff would fit in your house. But it was too soon. And you didn't know if he'd want to permanently be here at all. 

But you did say, "Everett and I already miss you when we're not with you," and he smiled. 

"Speaking of Ev," he said, drying off his legs. "It's getting late. Do you want me to be here when they get back?"

You only had to consider that for a beat. "Yeah."

Bradley met your eyes as he pulled his underwear on. "Can I help him with his homework? Or do something else to make things easier for you?"

In that moment, you wanted to tell him everything that had happened on the phone with Danny. You wanted to tell him that you and Molly had talked about a lawyer. But all you said was, "I love you."

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Kitten dressing as the kitten again. Kitten making demands of Danny. Kitten getting what she deserves from Coach! Love to see it. Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

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[neoarchipelago]

And they were Rommates (ending)

warnings: EVERYTHING? MATURE CONTENT DEATH ALL OF IT.

this is an edning... the epilogue will be coming, and i'm working on the epub version.

The next few days were exhausting. Amy was going through a lot. She refused to do anything or go anywhere if she wasn't with you or Simon. You completely understood it. You had already decided to make an appointment with a therapist for her, hopefully helping her deal with her fear. 

You had gone through some serious meetings, voicing out your anger. Hopkins was under investigation. His incompetence had to be stopped. 

All the while at home it was a frenzy. You had moved into Simon's room, leaving your room to Amy. She had a hard time being alone, she'd often sleep in your bed with Simon, or you and Simon would have to rush to her bedroom in the middle of the night. 

Price had offered to watch over her one night so you could rest, but it had been automatic. As soon as the little whimpering was heard, Simon had jumped off the bed, waking you up in the process. You instantly ran after him, quickly knowing what it was all about. Price had sighed, giving up, there was nothing keeping you and Simon away from the child.

She had become the center of your and Simon's attention. And the weeks passed. Time trying to heal the wounds. Amy had started therapy, it seemed to help a bit, she agreed to sleep in her new bedroom and as a compromise she knew that she could at any time join your room if she was scared. Simon had pouted, he adored being able to sleep with his two favorite girls. 

As Amy started to accept her new bedroom, the boys had decided to start the makeover. Price and Simon had been extremely focused on it. The girl now had a princess room, pinks whites and drapes. Everyone had offered princesses dresses that she kept as a collection. It was during one of the moments where almost everyone was working in the bedroom that the little girl came to you to ask something. 

"Y/N… i miss mama… do you think… she lookin at me?" 

You felt a little pinch in your heart. You had remembered the funeral. A horrible moment for you and her. You'd still very often take her to Melissa's grave where you had decided to keep fresh flowers as often as possible. 

"I know you miss mama. I miss her too… and I know… for sure, that she's looking over you. She's proud of you. I'm absolutely sure of it." 

You had caressed her cheek, as she leant in, climbing to your lap to hug you. 

The week passed, yes. And things slowly changed. Soap and Margo had decided to move in together, a house really close to yours. Konig and Grim were sharing an apartment two streets away. Price had asked Liz to move in with him, deciding that time wasn't worth wasting. Gaz had decided to move in with Richard and Aquila right in front, the three becoming quickly inseparable. The house felt a bit empty. Although they'd often pass by, at least three times a week and every weekend. 

Amy had learnt about your pregnancy. First she looked really happy, excited even. For a few days she looked sad, you had tried to talk to her and had cried when she asked if you'd replace her with the new baby. You had of course comforted her, that she was part of the family and absolutely nothing would replace her. 

She wouldn't call you mom. And you didn't want her to nor would you force her. You'd accept it if she desired to. But her mother was Melissa. You were aunty, Y/N, sparrow. And Simon was ghost, ghosty or Simon. It was perfect like this. 

The pregnancy was going well. At 14 weeks, you had started to show quite well. Simon was obsessed with you. It was hard to keep your hands off of each other. Truly. Amy had accepted to go to the mall with the team, you had remained home with him. 

You felt warm. Horny. And he kept looking at you possessively, as if you were the most precious delectable thing on earth. 

"Simon��� you're staring." You teased, feeling how wet you were. 

"How could I not? You're stunning. I want to make you mine…" he growled, slowly stepping towards you. 

You had frowned, looking at your swollen stomach before teasing him again. 

"Wait. Didn't you already?" 

You had giggled as he tackled you softly on the couch, kissing you deeply. You had moaned very quickly. 

"What was that? Do you want me darling?" He took his chance to tease you back. 

You whined, kissing again, tasting him and moaning. Clothes were long gone, pulling and scratching to finally feel the skin to skin. It was more than a craving. It was a necessity, a comfort. It felt intense. Passionate. 

"Simon please…" 

He had chuckled. He still loved teasing you. He'd finger you slowly. Lowering himself to drop soft kisses to your belly, making you giggle through moans. Kisses traveled to your tender breast, mouth licking and sucking at your sensitive nipples. 

"Simon..!" You whined again. 

"So impatient…" he chuckled. 

"Don't tease a pregnant woman!" You pouted. 

"My apologies…" he added with a grin. 

He positioned himself in between your legs, tip playing with your clit, making you moan more, desperation creeping on you. 

"You alright?" 

You nodded, biting your lip, feeling the tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in. You felt amazing, the stretch and fullness almost immediately responding to your raging hormones. Simon's groans and grunts only added to your desperation. He was slow, deep. He'd rarely fuck you roughly now, too scared to hurt you or the baby, thought he'd be glad to give in if you felt comfortable enough. Hands on him, lips dancing, you felt yourself wanting to cry at the intensity of your pleasure. He softly wiped the tears, dropping kisses to your cheeks, and neck. 

"Lieutenant…" 

You were close. So close. It edged you, torturing you. He increased the pace, feeling himself get closer and closer. 

"Fuck… so pretty… round with my baby…" 

God… he was so proud of it. You felt it, in the way he fucked, kissed you, gazed upon you. 

"You're mine … all mine." 

You were. Eternally. Foreheads touching, you felt yourself ready to burst. 

"Are you going to cum… huh? You gonna cum with me baby?" 

You whimpered, tears streaming. Close. So close. 

"Fuck… mine. All mine…" he growled. 

"Simon… ple…please… gonna… cuuum.." 

"Cum for me… cum with me… fuck… marry me…" 

Tipping over the edge, orgasm hitting you like an avalanche, you were exactly sure you heard it. You felt him cum, lips biting your neck softly, making sure to leave a mark. 

Your high was slowly coming down, panting and heart stammering. He braced himself not to fall on you, but he remained hidden in your neck. You smiled to yourself. He probably was mortified to have asked it, especially like that. 

"Yes …" you let out through your panting. 

He had slowly gotten up, looking at you, wide eyed. 

"Yes. I'll marry you." You added. 

He had smirked, letting out a small laugh. 

"Fuck yes. Miss Riley." 

You had joined him in his laugh, loving looks and kisses making you melt into each other. 

The news had spread like a wildfire. Everyone was already battling for a place in the wedding party. Simon had lost patience, threatening that you'd elope if they kept bickering. You were impatient. You wanted it. He had noticed it. You had walked home one day, after a shopping session with Liz and bishop that cornered you to buy a dress. Walking into the garden to a surprise wedding. Flowers and fairy lights. Amy ran to you, white little princess dress, Simon in a suit. You almost fell out of place until bishop had reminded you of the dress you had bought. It wasn't a wedding dress, but it was stunning and comfortable. And you were heavily pregnant. 

Simon had teared up, Kate had walked you down to him, Price patting him in the back. To your biggest surprise, all your friends were officing. Apparently they had all decided to get certified and marry you. You had cried. Simon simply looked at you like you were the world. Everything. And you looked at him like he was your hero, the rest of your existence. 

Amy was thrilled to bring the rings, the kiss making everyone cheer. Madame Riley. Miss Riley. Simon kept whispering it to you. Like a prayer. Trying to realize it. 

The whole base knew by morning. Soap really couldn't shut up. But god did it make you happy to hear the recruits greet you with a 'good morning Miss Riley'.

Your next ultrasound was scheduled early, Price and Amy coming with you as Simon had to be on base. He had pouted all week for not being able to go, you had promised to come see him immediately after. 

The nurse walked in as you laid down on the table. Price sat next to you on a chair, Amy on his lap. 

"Well, good afternoon, Miss Riley. How are you feeling?" 

"Swollen. Huge. But I'm fine." You joked. 

"Well, it should be soon!" 

You frowned. 

"Soon? I'm only in my second trimester." 

He frowned too before relaxing. 

"Oh, well every pregnancy is different. Sometimes the babies like to be comfy."

"Are you saying I'm too big?" You teased, a hint of annoyance. 

The cold gel made you shiver. The ultrasound started, everything was fine until the nurse froze, eyes squinting at the screen. 

"Is something wrong? If there's something wrong, tell me. Now." You panicked. 

"It's hum… it's nothing bad. Don't worry. But I have to check something with the doctor alright?" 

Price rose, Amy in his arms, stepping closer to you. 

"Price…" you looked at him, worry in your voice. 

"It's alright. Breathe. Don't start panicking, it's probably nothing." He said, a warm signature smile on his lips. 

The doctor had walked in, greeting you, taking his turn on the ultrasound. 

"Alright… so. Here." He started pointing at the screen. "We can see a head, and here… is a second head." 

You blinked. What? 

"Two? Twins?" Price asked. 

"Exactly. Which would explain why you look so far along. It explains your recent blood test as well. It seems to be fraternal twins." 

"What… does that mean?" You frowned. 

"They don't share a placenta. They're not identical twins." He explained with a smile. 

You let out a breath you were holding. It was nothing. Just twins. JUST TWINS?! 

"OH GOD…PRICE." 

He chuckled, Amy understood the situation and she cheered, so happy that two babies were joining the family. 

The way to base was a rush of anxiety. How were you going to break the news to Simon? How was he going to react? 

"Y/N. Calm down love. It's going to be alright." Price said with a soothing voice. 

You took a deep breath. It was going to be ok. 

The team was already waiting when Price parked the car. Everyone was there, Kate included. 

You had stepped out of the car, getting Amy from her car seat as she wiggled in your arms, impatient to run to Simon. Price stood next to you, winking at you before turning towards the team with you. Yes. Breaking the news. Amy ran to Simon, screaming, screeching like an adorable banshee. 

"THERE'S TWO BABIES!!!" 

Price burst out laughing as you closed your eyes, absolutely hating Soap for spending so much time with Amy and Tyler. You opened them back when the team let out surprised happy noises while Simon looked at you with wide eyes, Amy already climbing out of his arms to run to Tyler. You walked to him as he stepped towards you. 

"Two? Two babies?" He repeated. 

"Yes… twins… " you answered with a comforting smile. 

He looked panicked. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. Price cleared his throat, gaining his attention. 

"Simon. Your wife is waiting for you to say something." 

"Hum… yes. It's very good news. Of course darling… will… will I be up to the task?" He said, worried. 

"Oh… Simon. Of course. We'll be together…I'm scared too…" you confessed. 

"You don't need to. Look around you two." Price added. 

The team looked at you. 

"There's a whole village with you. You're not alone." He concluded. 

He was right. You weren't alone. Not one second. Simon seemed to relax. He held you in his arms, close to him. 

"You're amazing bunny… simply amazing… I'm in awe at you…" he whispered. 

You blushed, biting your lip. 

"We're going to make it… it'll be fine." You whispered back. 

"Damn LT… two right in the first try… you need to stop the caffeine." Soap joked.

Simon groaned, slowly turning his head to soap to send him a death glare as the team burst out laughing. 

Two babies. If the team was already obsessive with your pregnancy before now it was a hundred times worse. You couldn't catch any alone time. Picking up something wasn't even possible, gaz or soap or Liz running to help you. 

"I am not handicapped!" You snapped. 

You were closely watched. The pregnancy wasn't too risky but perhaps the fear that something might happen to lieutenant Riley's wife and babies was enough to set the whole base alight. It was definitely enough to have two doctors following the pregnancy and check-in on you regularly. 

You were getting pissed. Annoyed. You wanted to breathe a bit. The weeks passed, the first kicks that had Simon glued to you, feeling each little push of your belly. You'd find him close to your stomach, whispering to the two little beings inside. 

In the middle of your third trimester, stress and anxiety mixed with impatience. Simon was running around preparing the nursery, price and soap helping. Causing Simon to often get annoyed at the Scottish man. 

You also had let your nerves get the best of you.

"No! I'm going to the park with Amy and Riley. And I do not need a babysitter. That's enough!" 

"But… Y/N…" gaz tried. 

"Gaz. You're a sweetheart, but I will snap at the next person who doesn't let me wash the dishes or GET A CUP OF WATER ON MY OWN." 

He had nodded as you finally sighed. 

"Sorry…" 

"I understand. You need some time to breathe. It's probably stressful already without having us smoldering you at all times." He said with a smile. 

You sniffed, nodding a bit. 

"Alright, alright. But be careful, keep your phone on you." 

You rolled your eyes but agreed. 

Taking Amy to the park was a good moment to rest your mind. Amy enjoyed running around and playing with the rest of the children. A small cafe had an open terrasse, right in the children's playground for children's parents. You hummed at the chocolate cake in front of you and juice in your cup. You glanced at Amy running around, Riley had decided to remain with her, keeping an eye on her. 

You phone vibrated, grabbing your attention. Kate was calling. 

"Hello?" You answered. 

"Where are you?" She asked in a rush. 

"Calm down. I'm at the park with Amy." You answered slightly annoyed. 

"Y/N. Keller is on base. He's here to grab the rest of his stuff." She let out, worried. 

You sighed. Would you ever be at peace?

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm in public, the idiot won't try anything. If he does, he won't get far." You answered. 

"I'm sending Simon and Price to you." She warned. 

"Fine!" You let out, hanging up. 

Her phone call was a premonition. A warning that would foreshadow him. You looked up as Keller walked to you, taking the seat in front of you, cup in front of him. 

"So he knocked you up huh?" He spoke with a disgusted grin on his lips. 

You smiled. You were oddly relaxed. Yes. 

"Indeed. Twins. A boy, and a girl." You stated as if you were talking to a long lost friend. 

"You ruined my life. My career." 

"You did all the work. I have no credit." You answered, taking a bite of the cake. God it was amazing you had been craving it for the last hour. 

"I'm not going to let you get away with it!"

You chuckled. Looking intensely behind him, making him look back. Perfect timing. 

"Listen Keller. I'm going to give you one chance. To walk away." You said, steady, threatening tone. He turned back to you. 

"I'm not afraid of you." 

"You should. Especially now. I'm pregnant. With Amy. Alone. And you're trying to threaten me. It's possibly the stupidest thing you could do." 

"And what are you going to do? Throw cake at me? I'm too close to you. No one will manage to help you on time." He took a long gulp of his drink. 

"I'm not the one who needs help. Long ago you treated me like an enemy. You know what I'm capable of. Especially after everything I've been through. I grew." You said. 

He frowned. Confused. 

"Let me explain it to you." You started, cleaning your hands on your napkin. "You know. At first, I was all alone. Kept in a little cage, where Kate would come see me once in a while. I'd go to base, where people would be weary of me. Too far from the people I once knew. 

I've gone through a lot. I lost, I loved. I met him. 

He walked into my life with that skull mask like an actual ghost." You laughed softly to yourself 

"It was hard. But it was worth it. He was worth it. He became everything to me. The way he loves me… is beyond what I'd ever deserve. He ran in, with his team behind him and nested in my heart where I gladly kept them there. I wasn't lonely anymore. And I was lucky enough to be loved by him. 

He became everything you know?" You inquired like this was a perfectly normal conversation. 

"He is my morning, noon, and night… the smile, the cries. He made me queen of his realm and I turned him into my god. 

I lost so. DAMN. Much." Anger coated your voice now. 

"I still remember her laugh every time I see that little girl run around." You turned your head to watch Amy play with the neighborhood's kids. Keller opened his mouth to say something but you quickly interrupted. 

"You better let me finish." You threatened. 

"I have been through so much shit. You've beat me up. I was kidnapped. Almost killed. I lost him for a split second and it was the most painful thing I've ever had to live. I've lost Melissa, taken in that little girl. I… I got pregnant." Your voice is laced with something you didn't ever expect to experience in your life. Your hand stroked the roundness of your belly where two little souls were aching to meet the world. 

"Tell me Keller." You asked. "Do you think that after all of this… after all I've gone through… the betrayal by the people of this base who should have kept it safe, I'd walk around… with my precious Amy, pregnant, without safety?" 

"Ha… you talking about that dog?" He chuckled darkly looking at Riley who laid near the playground watching Amy. 

You chuckled darkly as well. 

"Oh no… no. I've realized that I can't bear to lose them. My family. So. How's that drink of yours?" You grinned. 

He looked taken aback before suddenly opening his eyes wide. 

"You know, a woman created a poison, completely untraceable, she sold it in a bottle of perfume for women who wanted to kill their abusive husbands. Of course. It took a while to figure out the recipe, it was so many decades ago, but�� I got it. I've decided I won't let anyone else threaten me and my family. Ever. " Your eyes had filled with a determination, a will that promised raging wars and death. 

"Y/N!" You heard. 

You smiled, glancing back. Simon rushed to you, Price and Liz not too far. 

"Hi my love." You greeted him, with a soft smile. 

"Are you alright?!" He worried, glancing darkly at Keller. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine." You smiled up at him, hugging his hand. 

"What did you give me?!" Keller panicked, his face growing red. 

"I gave you warnings. I gave you a chance. And you decided to ignore them." You finally said, standing up. You dropped some money on the table, the waitress not too far. 

"Miss… I think you should call the med bay. The gentleman seems to be having an allergic reaction." You faked a worried voice. 

You called on Amy, Riley following her as she ran to you. Simon held you to him walking back to the rest of the team. 

"What happened?" 

"He tried to threaten me. I decided I had enough. I have too much to lose to be a little bird." You explained, a wide smile on your face. 

He picked up Amy, hugging her tightly. He had a wicked grin under his mask.

"That's my wife."

You were unsure of what happened to Keller. Kate had kept it secret from you and you hadn't tried to search. You didn't care. It was too close to your due date, and you felt like you'd explode any second. It made you irritable. Very. The only ones who seemed to be perfectly safe from it were Amy and Price. Poor Simon tried his best to soothe your anger bursts, and he mostly managed. 

You paced around, restlessly. You remembered how the doctor said walking would help with the labor. You wanted them out. Without offending the babies, you wanted them out. 

"Darling, breathe. You'll tire yourself." Simon spoke from the kitchen, making the rest of the team chuckle. 

"Tell your kids to get out then. I feel like a whale. My feet are swollen and I constantly need to pee." You said with annoyance. 

"If they're as stubborn as you, you might have to wait a little while." He teased. 

You wanted to laugh, but the annoyed part of you also wanted to flip him off. 

"Listen here Simon Riley, this is your fault because you can't keep your hands to yourself and wear protection, so God help me I-" 

It felt wet. Very. You gasped, the room turning silent. Amy let out a 'ew' as soap let out a little 'i'm gonna be sick…'. 

You straightened yourself, taking a deep breath. Simon was frozen, wide eyed, awaiting for orders. 

"Simon, please get the bags. Price, could you drive us to the hospital? I'm unsure my husband is responding to outside stimulus right now." 

"Absolutely, let's go." 

The way to the hospital was chaos. The entry to the hospital was chaos. Squad 141 and your team, Amy, and Tyler running around Kate showed up to a wreck of a waiting room. 

"Ok every one shut it." Kate ordered. "First of all if you want to stay here, all of you, you better behave. Y/N my love, we got you a private room upstairs, the team can wait in a secluded area, but only if you want to." She said in a much softer voice. 

You felt the begining of contractions. You winced. 

"They can stay. But please be quiet." You let out through gritted teeth. 

It took hours. Hours and hours. The more time passed, the more tired you felt. Simon had gone into a full panic. Kate and bishop tried to reassure him, first pregnancies could take time. 

"Simon…" you tried through pain.

He rushed to your side, holding your hand. 

"I'm ok, calm down… listen… I need you to go get the nurses…" 

"What?!" 

"No, calm down… the baby… one of them… is coming. Right. Now." 

He gasped before rushing out in panic to call… pretty much the whole hospital. 

An hour later.  You were finally able to witness the father of your children, hugging the little babies against him. He had taken his mask off, looking at your children with wonder and love. 

You were exhausted. It has been painful… exhausting. But fuck it was worth it. 

"We haven't found any names yet Simon…" you whispered. 

He looked up. Smiling brightly at you. 

"Oh my bunny… you did amazing… you're my warrior… anything you want, anything." 

You smiled to yourself rolling your eyes. 

"I'm serious. Look. Fuck… look. You gave me everything. You've made me the happiest man alive… before I stepped into that appartement, hating the fact I had to share a living space. Falling face to face with a little bunny like girl…" 

You chuckled. 

"I thought I was done. Just a soldier. A ghost. Killer, torturer… a monster not worth loving. You took me, loved me, showed me sympathie… you've… handled me through my bullshit… fuck. You gave me a chance. You've shown me I wasn't alone… I had a family, you gave me beautiful babies… I owe it all to you."

Tears burned your eyes as if you hadn't cried enough. 

"Simon… I Love you. More than anything. Thank you… for giving me a home." You whispered. 

"I love you. To hell and back." 

You chuckled. 

"So… names?" You tried again. 

"Anything my love, tell me what you have in mind." 

You smirked. 

"Well…" 

The next day, the team was allowed to visit. Simon had forbidden them to even try to come by during the first 24h real hours. 

"Hiiii!" Soap half yelled. 

"Shhuuuuuu" the group said. 

A little 'sorry' was heard from the poor boy. The babies were laying in their little cribs, both sleeping. Everyone surrounded them, Simon immediately standing to a protective stance. Amy in Price's arms stared in awe at the babies. 

"Amy, my monkey…" 

Price walked to you, dropping the little girl on the bed next to you. She hurried to hug you. 

"How are you my little monkey, you enjoy spending time with grandpa? I'm sorry you had to stay-" 

"It's ok, I had fun with grandpa and soap! They played princesses with me" she said with a big smile. 

"What do you think of the babies?" You asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I'm really happy… I have two little cousins. They're cute." She said, eyes gleaming. 

"I'm really happy my love… I hope you know that you'll always be my little monkey." 

"I know" she hugged you tight. 

"Soap, keep touching their little hats and I'll punch you." You heard Simon. 

"Simon… it's alright" you scolded. 

"I wasn't playing with them, I was putting it back carefully." Soap whined. 

"So how's the mama?" Bishop and Kate walked to you. 

"Tired… but in bliss." You said with a smile. 

Small talk was started, hushed voices and whispers to make sure the babies remained in a peaceful slumber. Until the question was finally dropped. 

"So… what's the name of these angels?" Liz asked. 

Simon looked at you, from where he stood, arms crossed, near the babies. He walked to you, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. 

"Well… we would like to introduce to you. Aria Kate Riley. And Eli John Riley." 

Time stood still, silence filling the room. Soap suddenly let out a cry. 

"Are you crying sergeant?" Kyle asked immediately. 

Soap rushed to Simon, holding him in a tight hug. Simon looked at you before you threw him a knowing look. He patted soap's back. 

Soap let go, turning to Price. 

"They named him after us." 

"Yes sergeant I've noticed." Price answered, emotion betraying his own voice.

Bishop grabbed soap so Price could go hug Simon and kiss your forehead. 

Kate sat on the bed next to you. She threw a soft smile your way, earning a smile from you. 

"I am proud of you." She said. 

"Thank you. And… thank you, for bringing him into my life." You answered, with a knowing look. 

"I don't know -"

"Kate. No one would have agreed to get me a roommate. No one. You pushed it. You chose him… probably with Price." 

She looked down. 

"Thank you. Really." 

You turned to look at the new bickering near you. You sighed of content. Amy in Simon's arms, looking over your babies. The rest of the team surrounding them or you. 

Home. It felt like home. 

Simon looked at you, eyes gazing into you. Those beautiful eyes. His dirty blond hair and little scars. You remembered the first time he walked into your apartment, skull mask and duffle bag over his shoulder. You remembered the first breakfast you shared together. The first games. The first painful goodbyes and the way he saved you from Keller. You remembered it all. How everything slowly built itself to this moment. 

"I love you." The words escaped your mouth, forgetting the room, the people. Silence won. Only his voice resonated. 

"Oh bunny… I love you."

-----

Thank you.

[wishuroses]

.⠀ ݁ ⸜⸜ 𓂃 𓇼 crybaby, neteyam sully.

✶ pairings: neteyam x omatikaya!reader

✶ warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is emotional but cheeky tey is here to save the day, can be read as platonic but with the way he speaks it might as well be romantic, uppercase intended!

✶ word count: 581

✶ na’vi glossary: sänui – failure.

✶ a/n: thought i was about to fall into having writers block or something but all i needed to do was listen to music LOL i am so sleepy. happy reading :-)

“You, child, are truly a disgrace! The only thing the Great Mother has ever disappointed me with is you. Sänui.”

“The children of our clan cry less than you.”

You already knew your mother was about to burst, judging from her clenched jaw and anger practically radiating off her every time you lingered near. You didn’t understand why she didn’t understand that you only cried because of her.

“Leave. Don’t come back until eclipse. Incompetent child.”

That was how you ended up here, your back against the bark of a tree, forest floor lighting up beautifully beneath your weakened limbs. You felt numb, to put it short, your vision blurring with salty tears as you stared ahead, the sound of flora and fauna nulling into nothingness.

Even the sharp snap of a nearby stick didn’t deter you from your trance-like state. Neteyam called your name once, twice, and with a tug to your arm you finally looked over at him, eyes glazed over and not fully in your mind just yet.

“Oh, hey Neteyam.” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, pitifully raspy from sobbing your eyes out. After a beat of silence, you were sure you had to repeat yourself, straightening your slouch and readying your chapped lips, until Neteyam cut you right off.

“Are you.. alright?” Oh. He must’ve seen the faraway look in your eyes, nearly masked by the red puffiness that surrounded them.

The question was innocent, simple, anything you’d ask a friend who seemed down. Yet it still managed to strike you right in the heart, tugging at your chest until a sob bubbled from up your throat and out your mouth like hot syrup.

You thought you were fine a few seconds ago, nearly done with your pity party. Why are you crying all over again, now that Neteyam’s here? Your hot tears ran down the slope of your cheek as you sniffled uncontrollably, face flushed a pretty purple from embarrassment.

Neteyam was quiet the entire time, only opting to shuffle closer to you and wrap an arm around your shaking shoulders, squeezing you every few moments.

After he felt like you were calming down, he ran a hand through your braids, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. “Tell me,” he started, accent heavy and voice rumbling from his chest, “what seems to be troubling you, my heart?”

“My mother, she– I–” You gasped out desperately. “She thinks something’s wrong with me, calls me a sänui. Thinks I cry too much… I guess.” The explanation felt like it made no sense when it came out of your mouth, making everything you just cried about feel silly.

“And you believe what she says?”

A second passed, then another, and another–

Neteyam sighed and gently knocked his forehead against your temple. “You are perfect, truly. Nothing short of it.” Your mouth formed a pout, brows furrowed when you felt the faucet in your eyes turn steadily. “The Great Mother has blessed me with someone like you, and I thank her every waking moment–truthfully.”

He tucked a stray braid behind your ear. Your cheeks flush at the action.

“Teyam.. are you trying to make me sad again?”

“You can be a bit of a crybaby.” He pinched your flushed cheeks, making you squirm and playfully slap his hand away. A grumbled ‘tey’ made its way from your mouth, making his ears perk up while mirth shone in his honeyed eyes.

“But you’re my crybaby.”

[gowns]

i have made a very funny journey w/ autism which is like...

growing up, mom always tells me she thinks i'm autistic or (90s euphemism pop psychology thing) that i have "einstein syndrome"

and yet she never gets me tested

various accommodations are made for me in school - i am clearly "smart" but also kinda just "doing my own thing" and the teachers are either annoyed but give in to my mom browbeating them, or give me good grades for thinking outside of the box

(various cycles of hyperfixations and limerence and burn out later)

one of my best friends realizes they are autistic and we see the world the same way so we both go "hmm" about that for a while

i maintain i couldn't possibly be autistic because i have worked with high-needs autistic people* *i also tend to be very adept at working with autistic people

i notice that my older child (whose personality is identical to mine as a kid) seems to show signs of high functioning autism

eventually read devon price and other books and take the tests and etc and i'm like hmm ok i guess i have autism

by this point i am so keenly Aware that i am Neurodivergent and maybe that's why i seem to operate in a different reality than a lot of other people, that it seems hard to remember a time when i thought i was "normal" and trying hard to be "normal"

like now i'm just owning being an odd duck and needing my funny little ways of recharging and having fun

and now i find i'm actually a bit annoyed at various influencers who talk about discovering that they have autism because sometimes they don't want to go to parties or w/e and i'm like. "hmm. but is this the same flavor as the thing i have? idk what kind you have but i'm clearly on another level of it."

(very silly, i went to gatekeeping one side of the gate to gatekeeping on the other side of the gate. hahaha.)

anyway, i try not to be judgmental, it's just interesting that autism and adhd are en vogue right now. #relateable.

i still maintain that the bigger problem is Society. like, having tiny computers in our pockets combined w/ unreasonable employers who want you to be Focused on a Task for 8 hours are definitely doing things to our brains and making us feel deficient if we can't do Productive things. and then the pings. ping. ping. ping. check this. do that. ping. ping. ping.

and then it's like -- when people figure they must be neurodivergent because they take a moment to pause and dip out of the constant noise and they're like whoa i feel better for a moment -- well of course, taking a nap in the middle of the day feels good. it feels good to spend some time alone and in solitude when most of your day is responding to PINGS. and guess what, microdosing meth feels good, weed feels good, looking at wikipedia or reddit instead of doing work feels good, etc etc. the fact that adderall feels good =/= your brain works "different" or is "defective" in some way.

ok. you're probably different. sure.

it's like the same basic question of literature, theatre, art, of the last 400-odd-years, what is a human, what makes me tick, why do i feel a separation between me and others, what is that other person even thinking, why are we both looking at each other like "you're insane"? why are the motivations and inner workings of this other person so inscrutable, and mine are so comfortable and infinitely knowable?

--

however. all that being said. i think it may eventually come to a point where more people are considered neurodivergent than neurotypical, and hopefully, you would think, that would mean more accommodations, which would mean society as a whole would be more accommodating towards disability.

but i fear that on the other end, it may end up in situation where otherwise-typical people with an immense amount of privilege (e.g. average white americans) figure out how to weaponize incompetence (so to speak) and automate more labor away from them and giving the global lower classes more grunt work to shoulder. all while not acknowledging the true source of that "i don't belong" feeling ... and creating more alienation ... hmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM

--

all that being said, it's fun to share autistic memes with friends

[yeonmuse]

WELCOME TO THE BAND | Day 12

PAIRING Wooyoung x reader

WORD COUNT | 1.9K

GENRE none

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ‼️ vulgar language, sexual innuendos

SUMMARY Wooyoung meets you by chance and things you make a great addition to him and Sans band.

MORE | Day 12 of the Groupie Love Series

It was 15 past midnights and you and your friends had just had the time of your life at the annual end of summer rave. Opposite to your sister you were a complete problem child. While your sister had chosen to settle down and go off to school you were content living the fast life. Drugs, sex and music were the only things you care for, of course you loved money too, but that had never been an issue for you. Despite being your parents hell baby you were spoiled rotten, you saw no point in working or doing anything unnecessary with your life when you were born into wealth. That was exactly why your parents felt that it was about time they cut you off.

“You know i’m pretty sure the dj was checking me out the whole night, damn i should have got his number.’’ your friend groans out of disappointment.

“Too bad your little girlfriend came early this month.’’ You tease her, sitting up onto the coffee counter of the convenience store and popping a sucker into your mouth as she rummages the shelves for tampons.

“You know just because you decided to get birth control so you can sleep around doesn’t mean you can torture us girls that decide against it.’’ your best friend responds sarcastically making you scoff before you both burst into laughter.

“Would you two mind hurrying up so that we can close, you’re the only two wasting my time right now.’’ the cashier complains from the front of the store, having heard the two of you laughing and giggling only made him further lose his patience from the time two of you walked in.

“Listen if i wanted to i could buy this entire store, hold your damn horses.’’

“Listen I don’t give a shit how much money you got or what it gets you, pay for your shit and go home.’’ rolling your eyes, you hop down from the counter and make your way to the cash counter. After placing the wrapper from your candy down along with a few other things you silently waited for him to ring it all up and tell you the total.

“He’s kinda cute.’’ your best friend whispers to you from behind you making you roll your eyes.

“Your cards been declined.’’

“Excuse me? Either your card reader is absolute shit or you're just incompetent at swiping.’’

“Listen sweetheart i don’t know if you need me to dumb this down for you any further, but unless you have another card or something you won’t be leaving the store with any of this.’’

“Are you serious? It’s just a pack of tampons.’’ despite your efforts at convincing him to give them to you he still refused. The moment you exit the convenience store you make a call to your bank, something had to have gone wrong for him to say your card declined, you of all people. On the way out of the store you brushed shoulders with some stranger, someone you had been to caught up in your money problems to even give the light of day for having bumped into you.

“Yeonjunn jagiyaa~’’ the handsome stranger makes his way into the convenience store with a smile on his face.

“How do you always manage to come in here the exact moment i’m ready to close and get the fuck out of here Jung Wooyoung.’’ Yeonjun complains as he goes to put back everything you and your friend had taken off the shelves.

“Damn my full name? Who pissed in your cereal this morning?’’

“I’m so sick of these rich trust fund babies acting like they own the entire town.’’

“Oh this should be good, who was it this time?’’ Wooyoung laughs as he opens up a bag of chips and watches his friend restock before having to lock up.

“Some girl and her friend, i’m pretty sure she's Nzeka Parks little sister (alternate universe kiome, if you read my series lip gloss & secrets of summer)”

“Wait like thee Park family? As in the owns that own Park records?’’

“Pretty sure it was her, yeah, though I don't know if her parents went bankrupt or what but she was acting like she’d buy out the whole lot only for her damn card to decline. How the fuck do you get mad at someone else because your ass doesn’t have any money. I swear i don’t get paid enough for this.’’ While his friend continued to ramble on while stocking shelves Wooyoung's eyes shot to you outside the window who was still outside from the looks of it completely tearing into someone over the phone.

“Hey Jun go ahead and give me everything that she was gonna buy when you’re done.’’ Meanwhile on the other side of the glass you were completely pissed after having gotten off the phone with your bank. Now you were angrily dialing up your fathers number only to be met with a cheery “hello dear” on the other line.

“Dad i just called the bank and they’re refusing to unfreeze my account, which i didn’t tell them to in the first place.’’

“You didn’t but we did dear.’’ you could hear your mother say from the other line.

“What? What the hell?”

“Your father and I have had about enough of you taking advantage of the fact that we work hard to ensure your sister and you can live comfortably. We have been trying to let you live your life as expressly as you would like , but lately you’ve gone too far. So until further notice, until we feel like you deserve to have your account unfrozen you will find a way to make your own money.’’ It was clear from the tone of your mothers voice that there was no debating this. Pissed off at both your mom and dad, you hang up the phone.

“Well from the looks of your face that was not an i love you mom and dad type of conversion.’’

“They cut me off! Something about me going too far and now they want me to get a fucking job or something and make my own money.’’

“Don’t mean to interrupt ladies, but i believe these are yours.’’ A tall guy with blue and black hair held out a bag in front of him, you gave him a look of confusion as your best friend took the bag and peeked in.

“Oh my god I don’t know who you are but you’re a lifesaver.’’ Your best friend ran back inside at the speed of light leaving you along with the stranger, earning an annoyed “Oh come on!’’ from the cashier inside.

“Um thanks for that, but i could have gotten those myself…who exactly are you anyways.’’

“Jung Wooyoung, and from what I heard of you and your best friends conversation, you couldn’t buy anything in there with your card frozen.’’

“So you were listening to our conversation?’’

“Actually i just happened to hear when i was leaving out, and from what i heard seems like you need to find a job right?’’

“Why is this any of your business?’’

“Well my band and I just lost our lead singer and we’ve had no luck with auditions thus far, and you look like someone that knows how to blow (definitely no sexual undertones there) so if you’re up for it you come audition tomorrow and if they like you you’ll be touring with us from now on, money isn’t something you have to worry about when you’re one of us.’’

“Holy shit Yn tell me you said yes hello? Did you see how fine that man was?’’

“Obviously i said yes, all i have to do is make them like me it won’t be hard considering who my parents are, and this face is definitely not made to be in someone's grocery store or kitchen.’’ You and your best friend had finally made it back to your place and you were now telling her all the details from your conversation with Wooyoung.

“I still can’t believe your parents just cut you off like that.Do you think they cut off Nzeka too?’’

“I doubt it, everything she does is perfect in their eyes. I doubt she would even care though not like she uses their money anyways.”

“Well I guess that doesn’t matter, let’s just give you something sexy to wear tomorrow for your meeting with that fine ass man and the rest of his band.”

The next morning you showed up to the exact address Wooyoung gave you and were shocked to say the least when you stood outside of a gated mansion. As the gate opened and you entered the parking lot your eyes scanned over all the different cars in the driveway which now had you wondering exactly who this van was and how you hadn’t heard of them. As you arrive at the door Wooyoung opens the door with a smile on his face. Sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his hair pushed back on his head. He looked absolutely devourable in that moment as he stood in front of you with his pic between his teeth. You also didn't like the way he took in your entire appearance from head to toe. Last night after having spent an hour looking through your clothes you and your best friend ended up choosing your custom made fanni club outfit to wear with your meeting today. A nice black set, short black cropped skirt with your botani mesh top. Adorned with man accessories and black leather boots of course.

“Well you definitely look the part.” You could hear him say as he stepped aside to let you enter the house.

“Don’t tell me you hired her just because she looks the part, can she sing?” You could hear someone say from behind him making you roll your eyes.

‘Can I sing? Is he being serious? Do none of them know who I am?’ You thought to yourself.

You scoff making the other guys eyebrows raise at the sound.

“Is there a problem princess? Am I annoying asking my band members simple questions here?”

“San. enough, let her show us what she can do before you start getting all fussy.”

“Whatever.” The man you now knew to be San just rolls his eyes as he goes to sit on the couch with two others.

Wooyoung then turns to you.

“Yn these are the guys, guys this is yn.” He continues on with the introduction, going down the line and ending with San who made you roll your eyes immediately upon hearing his name. You could tell he was about to make this job a lot harder for you. When Wooyoung finally finished with introductions and gave you the floor to show off your talents, let's just say you didn’t disappoint. To their suprise you were really fucking good; though Wooyoung knew that already, having seemed to be the only one in the room aside from yourself to know who you parents were. By the end of this little meeting there was no debate between the band on where or not they were having you join them. You could sing, play guitar, drums, keyboard, compose and on top of that you had the power to get them to the top with your parents being so well known in the music industry.

“Looks like you’re one of us sweetcheeks.” Wooyoung says playfully after the others have left the room leaving just you and him.

“Welcome to the band”