#based on the boy dinner tiktok

[azuhuyo]

Jade boy dinner

[yunniestars]

peach mango pie 🥧

pairing: kinich x chef!reader tags: fluff, kinich is a bit grumpy here but we cool, based off that one tiktok i saw around 4 months ago but i forgot where it is now, implied insomnia, not proofread (i think i've never proofread my works help), the title is based on what i wanted to cook for a while already and i did (i'm actually eating it right now)

as a hunter, kinich usually suffices with just meat and berries he caught in the wild. he doesn't care about the quality as long as it is edible and it fills up his stomach (not too much though to avoid feeling too full). ajaw has complained multiple times about this but kinich reprimands him that they can't just slack off during a commission to cook a 5-course meal, much to the dragonlord's rage.

which is why when he met you, ajaw was ecstatic. you would always give so much treats to the point kinich reprimands you to not spoil ajaw too much.

jokes on him, though, kinich is guilty of being spoiled too. you always make sure he eats 3 meals a day while also checking if the food won't be a hindrance to him when he goes out for commissions. nevertheless, though, kinich is super grateful for your kindness.

so whenever kinich comes home after a long day, he would always await for whatever meal you had prepped up for dinner and hug you tiredly. in exchange, he does the dishes so you won't have to carry the burden of cooking the meals and doing the dishes.

kinich is thankful, he really is, but there's just one thing that concerns him.

୨୧

it's 3 am and kinich woke up from a bad dream. it was you leaving him for some fontaine boy, without even telling him the reason of why you broke up with him.

he was looking for your presence, about to panic because you weren't there, but then he started to smell something from the kitchen.

"oh god not again."

he immediately gets up and the moment he steps out the door, he sees you holding a tray of red velvet cookies. not only that, but he spots another tray which seems to be bagels stuffed with hotdogs.

you turn to see him looking at you with an expression that only you know that means "disbelief". he looks nonchalant, but really he's just ??? about why you're baking at 3 am AGAIN.

"good morning," you smile and take a bite off a cookie.

"why are you cooking at 3 am again? can't sleep?" he approaches you with slight worry. he's concerned about how you'd suddenly wake up at ungodly hours in the evening just to bake.

"mhm," you nod and let him embrace you. "and i was craving for the bagels we ate last week."

kinich sighs while ruffling your hair. "you couldn't wait till morning?"

"i felt the wayob telling me to do it now."

he chuckles and caresses your face, wiping the velvet crumbs off your face. "you probably misheard the wayob. you need to sleep, love."

you sigh and rest your head on his neck. "not tired..."

as you say that, kinich rolls his eyes because every time you say that, he ends up carrying you back to the bedroom while you sleep. which was what was happening right now, before he could even get the chance to tell you about it.

he sets your body gently on the bed, caressing your sleepy face and admiring how peaceful you look despite of the amount of desserts you baked just now.

kinich then sighs. that's another thing he has to worry about. where is he supposed to store the newly baked desserts when there's still 5 boxes from last time?

well, he'll just clean up for now and struggle it alone. what matters is that you're getting the amount of sleep you deserve right now.

"sleep well, my dearest."

[ written with love, yunniestars. ෆ ]

a/n: rahhh thanks for reading!! im really thankful for each time u guys read my work, it gives me lot of motiv hehe. one question though, how do u guys think kinich will say "love"? like the equivalent of "mon coeur?

[deadsetobsessions]

This is based off of that one tiktok from @sorruna where it’s the audio from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-verse.

——

Dick Grayson was a sneaky, intelligent little shit.

He was also dumb. These things are not mutually exclusive.

To this day, one of his best kept secrets- one of the many, many that he had now- was something he’d take to his grave.

Or to Jason’s grave, at least.

Dick sat down and began telling the story to ears that would never truly hear it.

——

Batman’s voice rumbled behind him as Dick, in his Robin suit, stood blankly on top of a roof.

“I know you snuck out last night, Robin.”

Dick froze, train of thought about his dinner derailed. Holy busted, Batman! Quick! Play dumb!

“Who’s Robin?” He asked, the years of performing in front of a large crowd coming to save his ass.

Not that dumb!

Batman sent him a dry look, reprimand already poised on his lips. Dick, however, was nothing but a good performer. Nay, a dedicated performer.

Quick! Do something out of character! He shouted at himself, panicking visibly. He stepped backwards, an idea appearing in his head. In his defense, it sounded like an amazing idea at the time. He had no idea it would blow up into a Justice League issue. If he had known… Dick would have lied better, probably. There was no way he was going to let B bench him for weeks!

“Who the fuck are you?!” He yelped. Dick apologized mentally to Alfred and his parents. Batman paused, stunned.

“That’s my question. Who are you?!” Bruce asked, immediately hostile. His son doesn’t curse. Well, not in any normal way anyways. Dick quickly backpedaled by yelling at him with a heavy Vlax dialect, missing his parents terribly as he screamed stranger danger in rudimentary Romany. After this, he was going to have to convince Bruce to get him a language tutor. He refused to forget one of the only ties he had left to his parents.

“Wait, wait- you’re my son.” Bruce replied back, in perfect Romany. He looked more convinced but still skeptical.

“My dad is a circus performer! Not a flying rat!” Dick screeched back. He couldn’t help but feel touched about Bruce seeing him like a son.

“Oy! Keep it down out there, you assholes! Some of us like our sleep, damn!” A random Gothamite screamed out of their window.

“Yo, shut the fuck up! The vigilantes are helping to keep the rent low, motherfucker!” Another Gothamite shouted back.

….

Needless to say, Bruce quickly brought Dick back to the cave- with precautions to make sure he didn’t figure out where the Cave was if Dick was actually someone else.

——

“You would have loved it, Little Wing. B was running around like a headless chicken. The memory loss protocol was actually made because of me, you know.” Dick chuckled, sniffling as he talked to the carved gravestone.

It did not reply.

——

The blood tests came back. Yeppers, Dick sarcastically thought, who woulda thought I’m me?

Reinforcements were called in.

Meaning, Batgirl.

“Watch him while I contact Justice League Dark.”

“You think it’s magic?” Barbara asked.

“Yes. There was no one else near our vicinity that could affect Dick like this. He has no head wounds.”

“Eesh. Okay, go. I’ll watch him.”

Bruce disappeared in his zeta tube, looking harried. So, to everyone that’s not a Bat, he looked absolutely terrifying.

“What did you get yourself into now, Boy Wonder?” Barbara sighed. Dick was careful to keep any signs of recognition out of his face.

“Stop calling me that! Where are my parents?!” He asked back. Barbara coughed and looked uncomfortably away.

That’s right, Babs. I’m pulling out the orphan card. Feel bad. Dick hid his feral grin.

“They’re… uh, busy.” Busy being dead, Barbara thought, immediately wincing at her own thoughts. Apparently, Dick thought the excuse was lame too, and he sent her an incredulous look.

“Would you like refreshments, Master Dick?”

“What?”

Alfred held out some cookies on a platter, giving Babs a quelling look as she tried to reach for his share.

“Oh, wow, these are really good!” Dick said as he shoveled cookies into his mouth. He tried to replicate the reaction he had when he tried these for the first time, and from Alfred’s satisfied look, Dick nailed it.

——

“Robin doesn’t remember who he is.” Batman rumbled as he all but dragged Zatanna and Constantine by the scuff of their jackets towards the zeta tubes.

“Hey, wait-”

“We have no time.” Batman snarled, tossing the two magic users into the zeta. He punched in the destination.

When they got there, he glared at the two magic users until they got into the cave.

“Damn, Bats. Really living up to your name, huh?”

“Not bad,” Zatanna said as she looked around.

“Robin,” Batman- Bruce- reminded them. He did a quick glance over to check on his kids, and found them satisfactorily uninjured. Though, Barbara was looking worse for wear. Bruce quickly found out why as she stalked to him.

“You deal with him.” She muttered. “I’m going home.”

Bruce blinked and nodded. “Get home safe.”

Zatanna and Constantine followed Batman as he walked towards Robin. It was odd to see the normally laughing child frown.

“It’s you! The kidnapper! Where are my parents?!”

Bruce winced which, for him, was akin to a full body flinch and recoil. No wonder Barbara was so tired.

“Fix it.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Batsy.” Constantine grumbled.

“Well help, Batman. Though… I’m not sure if he should be doing that.”

Bruce sharply turned his head back to where Dick was. Emphasis on was. Because now, he’s halfway up the giant dinosaur the Robin had insisted they keep.

“Robin, get down from there!”

“Stranger Danger!” Dick hollered back.

Batman- Bruce Wayne- sighed.

“That’s high level magic,” Zatanna hummed. “I can’t feel anything, but I know for sure that he won’t die. Magic like that either dissipates naturally or…”

“Lasts forever,” Constantine finished.

Bruce groaned, shooting off a grappling line and swooping upwards to catch Dick as he fell from the giant dinosaur.

——

“I pretended to get my memories back later,” Dick chuckled. “And pretended to forget the whole thing. Bruce was so relieved that I stopped knocking things over and trying to do cartwheels in high places that he totally forgot I snuck out.”

Dick patted the headstone.

“But between you and me? I’m pretty sure Alfred knew. I think B pissed him off that week.”

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : calling hamzah your “friend”

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : headcannons/blurb based on the tiktok trend of calling your partner “friend”

mickey speaks : since ppl really liked my first lil blurb imma just play out all my tt fantasies with our fake bf :D also pls send me any hamzah reqs my brain is very empty lmfao!!!!

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you prop your phone up against the vase of flowers on your dining room table, capturing both you and hamzah in frame.

“guysss!! look my friend brought me takeout hibachi for dinner tonight!” you squeal and lift the styrofoam box to show off your meal.

hamzah doesn’t catch it the first time, he’s honestly tweaking because he stopped to get you both dinner right after the gym.

he feels starved but maintains composure and a smile for your tiktok bit

“i just got the basic fried rice, veggies, and chicken. i think my friend got the same, hamzah what’d you get?”

his eyebrows pinch in confusion for a second, “uh yeah, i got the same as you.”

“okay first bites! i’ll have my friend go first” you can’t help but smile when you grab the phone and start to record hamzah, but he’s paused holding his fork in the air.

“why do you keep saying that?” he softly asks through a laugh.

“what?”

“callin�� me your friend?”

“are we not friends...?" "i mean yeah sure but like not just that?" "you're confusing me, just take your bite please we’re gonna run out of time on this”

he nods his head compliantly and exaggerates a hum of “mmm!” after his bite before taking your phone to film yours.

“okay friend, your turn!” he loudly mocks with a wide grin.

you try not to laugh while taking a bite yourself

“it's actually so good, i needed this right now.”

you now record the both of you, “okay my friend and i are gonna finish this and then we’ll be back with more bestie activities!”

as soon as you say 'friend' again hamzah leaves the frame to chuckle through the amount of food in his mouth.

“right, best friend?” you urge some more

he swallows and pettily glances from side to side, “where's the best friend at???”

“okay he’s trippin’ but we’ll be back”

you're both in your bathroom now, hamzah reads over the packaging of two sheet face masks while you pull your hair away from your face with a fuzzy cat-eared headband.

"'kay, now we're gonna do these face masks together, because hamzah’s such a good friend!” you hold and rub his arm.

he puffs his lips and closes his eyes in defeat while shaking his head, “stop,” he looks down at you, noticing your headband, “that’s cute,” he flicks one of the cat ears on your headband.

“you look like one of those get ready with me girls; you'd be like,” he mockingly pretends to push his hair back, “‘get ready with me to lie on the internet!’”

you laugh with him and add to the joke as well, "get ready with me to kill my boy-friend! my friend!" your eyes widen and you try hide the embarrassment.

hamzah quite literally points and laughs, "look at you! even you know you're a damn lie! girl, get outta here!"

cuts to a clip where it’s just hamzah talking to your phone as he shifts the mask around on his face, “i don’t even know if i’m doin’ this right, bruh.” he looks into the camera, “oh hell nah, i look crazy!”

“it feels so weird…” he taps at the slick, cold mask some more before coming close to the camera again, “guys im having a fucking identity crisis. why’s my girlfriend gaslighting me right now?"

“like, i didn’t even know that girls knew how to do that…comment down below right now and give me tips on how to understand women.”

“okay i found one, look how cute!” you’re back and holding another fuzzy headband with a bow in the middle.

hamzah laughs, “i love you, but im not wearing that.”

in the next clip of course he’s wearing it, “aw don't we look so cute?”

finally cuts to a clip of you later that night throwing yourself next to him in bed and flipping the camera to record him as he plays candy crush, curled under the comforter. “hi babbyyyyy! i was joking about the friend thing i know you’re my boyfriend.”

“i know you know i’m your boyfriend,” he distractedly mumbles, laying on his side while continuing to move his thumb around his phone screen.

you flip the camera once more as you wrap an arm around him and squish your face on top of his hooded head. he looks into the camera and smirks to himself when he sees your sweet face.

he sticks his tongue out obnoxiously, yells “goodnight vlog!!!” and covers your phone's camera with his hand forcing a loud cackle out of you.

[wroetominter]

Close - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n are good friends, and a really shit bet makes them get even closer.

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none

———

The YouTube friend groups were always a bit odd weren’t they. A few people who just got along well would end up filming together consistently to the point where it was almost weird to see them filming alone. I had ended up in a weird mix of people. I occasionally filmed with larger group settings for challenge videos, or adventures but mainly stuck with my core group. This consisted of ArthurTV, Arthur Hill, ChrisMD, George Clarke, and Italian Bach.

We had found each other through mutual friends on TikTok, finding we made similar content so it just sort of worked out. I didn’t fully anticipate becoming such good friends with them, though.

I had moved into the same apartment complex as Chris, Arthur Hill, and George a few months back, and since then it had become quite the regular occurrence for us all to hang out together and watch movies, play games, or even just have dinner together.

I found myself most friendly with George. We sort of just understood each other. We had similar personalities and humor, so we got along the best in the group. He would come around to my flat more often than anything, mainly to escape the chaos that was sometimes their flat.

Today for instance, I was in my kitchen, making myself some breakfast when there was a knock at my door.

Walking towards the noise, I was met by George standing there with a mug in his hand and his laptop tucked under his arm.

“D’ya mind if I edit here? Chris is recording a voice over and I can’t even hear myself think.” George asked, looking incredibly annoyed at the shorter boy.

“Don’t mind at all, make yourself at home. Do you want some toast?” I asked him, figuring it was rude to eat in front of my new guest.

“Nah I’m alright thanks. Just ate.” We sat together at my kitchen island in a comfortable silence, both focused on our own things.

Nearly an hour later, I felt my back aching from the way I was sitting.

“I’m moving to the couch, my back is killing me. Care to join?” I asked him.

He simply nodded and I already made my way to my sofa, stretching my arms above my head and maneuvering around until I could feel some of my muscles relaxing.

I felt George’s hands on my shoulders, thumbs working their way into a few knots at the base of my neck. I welcomed the kind gesture, humming at the way it was unwinding my knots.

“You’re a lifesaver George. What would I do without you?” I asked.

“Be really tense probably.” I laughed at his joke.

—

A few days later, sprawled out on the couch in the boys flat we all were watching one of the lord of the rings movies. By watching, I did mean I was trying really desperately not to fall asleep.

“I just don’t understand the appeal of this movie series” I commented aloud, being met with nothing but “shhh!” From Arthur and Chris who were sat on the opposite side of the couch from me.

George patted my legs that were laid across his lap, grabbing my attention.

“I don’t get it either. Falling asleep to be honest.” He mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. I decided to take him up on that offer, and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, scooting to the side on the couch and patting the space beside me. George gladly occupied the space and I threw the blanket over us, snuggling in to get some sleep.

“Fucking wankers, honestly both of them. Can’t even stay up for one of the greatest movies of all time.” I was woken up by Arthur shouting at George and I.

“If by greatest you mean greatest lullaby, then yes Arthur it’s a smash.” I grumbled, trying to get myself to fall back asleep. George’s chest moved beneath my head as he laughed at my joke. A pillow was then thrown at us. We just moved it and continued our slumber.

—

Going out for the evening usually meant George and I babysitting the boys. I wasn’t too heavy of a drinker, usually enjoying only one or two drinks, and we were all aware that George was just an incredibly tolerant individual when it came to his drinks.

The other boys? Not so much.

We had been to two pubs thus far on our journey through London, and both of the Arthur’s were already pissed from about 3 drinks each.

“How many drinks do you reckon they’ll be able to get down them?” George asked me, lazily throwing his arm over my shoulders.

I instinctively snuggled into him, noting the soft smell of his cologne.

“I bet 4 more each and they’re gone.” I said. George stuck his hand out to me.

“I’ll take that bet. I think they’ll only need three more.”

“What are we betting?” I asked him.

“Ah I don’t know, we’ll think of something later. Maybe loser has to make dinner or something.” He suggested.

I watched as the boys necked drink after drink, and unfortunately for myself, Arthur Hill threw up in a bush on our way home after having only three additional drinks. ArthurTV did me justice however and kept himself together decently, although he was stumbling like crazy around the streets.

“Are you sure you’ll make it alright?” I asked ArthurTV for a third time as he booked himself an Uber back to his flat.

“M’fine. Bach is going to make sure I get home safely.” I gave him a quick hug goodbye and followed Arthur and George into our building.

Arthur was slumped over George’s shoulder, stumbling like crazy.

“How are you this drunk?” George asked him.

“Had a few secret shots. Shhhh don’t tell Y/n!” He said, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in fact, in the hallway with them.

“I’m going to put him to bed. Do you want to watch anything together or are you off to bed?” George asked me. I peered at the time, it was only 11:30pm, and I had had some caffeine. I was good to stay awake quite some time longer.

“We can continue watching that cooking show if you like?” He nodded.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll see you there in a few.”

I made my way to my flat, leaving the door unlocked for when George made it over.

I changed into some pajama pants and a loose tshirt, getting my makeup off and face washed for a cozy night on the sofa.

I made some popcorn, putting it into a bowl when George entered the flat.

“Did you want to watch in here or in the bedroom?” He asked. I pondered this for a minute. The tv in my room was better, and I would probably be much comfier in bed.

“Let’s do bed, then if I crash we don’t have to move.” I brought the popcorn with, grabbing some extra throw pillows and making us a good spot to rest our backs.

George lifted his arm, letting me cuddle into him as he flicked the remote to the cooking show we had been watching together.

About half way into the episode, George paused the show, moving the now empty bowl to the side.

I looked up to him inquisitively, only to find him already looking at me.

“Do I have popcorn on my face?” I asked, feeling a little silly if I did.

“I didn’t get to cash in on my bet win earlier.” He responded.

I tilted my head “go on then, what do you want?”

He paused for a minute, then reached his hand out, caressing the side of my face. He leaned forward, closing the small gap between us and kissing me.

It’s not that I hadn’t ever thought about George this way, I mean, being best friends with someone this attractive you’re bound to have some thoughts here and there. I just didn’t know he felt them too.

We pulled back for air, and I saw a cheesy smile creeping across George’s lips.

“What?” I laughed with him, smiling back at him.

“Didn’t expect you to kiss me back to be honest. I’m just really relieved you did.”

“Of course I’d kiss you back. I’d be stupid not to wouldn’t I?”

“I think I’d be the stupid one if I waited any longer to make a move on you.” I laughed and snugged closer to him, pressing a few more kisses to his lips.

“I think you made the right choice.”

[ellie-r2]

Musical Curtis brothers hcs

Darry:

-Felt insecure and jealous of Dally because of his closeness to Pony and it got worse after Pony leaves and Dally says that thing of seeing Pony more than Darry has.

-Like Ponyboy he blames himself for their parents' death because of it being his birthday and they were going for the frosting for his cake.

-Post musical whenever things get too much he goes to Soda and he cries but will quickly stop and hide it when he hears Ponyboy nearby (he doesn't want Pony to see him break)

-Despite that when they reunited in the hospital after the fire just like in the movie he did cry when going to hug Ponyboy.

-He does go easier on Ponyboy about his daydreams/emotions and his grades after reading the story because he saw how Ponyboy viewed him.

-Even though he is only 6yrs older than Ponyboy the role of brother is starting to fade into father ("stuck between the role of a brother and a father")

-Tucks in the boys each night but after they're already sleeping totally not based off of Melody's live.

-Whenever he misses his parents he sleeps in their room instead of his own.

-Used to care what his hair would look like now it's a miracle if he even takes time to brush it.

-On his days off instead of relaxing he still tries to keep working (washing dishes/laundry/cleaning random parts of the house) until Soda has to force him to just sit down and rest.

-Still tries to play football whenever he can but waits for someone to suggest it first (it's Soda who does it because he knows Darry wants to play).

-When Soda has a long day at work or Pony has a test coming up Darry tries to make their favorite food for dinner.

Soda:

-He has his own room but still sleeps with Pony because of the nightmares (pretty sure this is canon but I don't remember for sure).

-Tried to read Great Expectations for Ponyboy when he and Johnny were gone because he missed Pony.

-He, Ace, and Steve are the most chaotic trio when they're together. (sometimes he catches Melvin the soc staring at Ace and finds it hilarious) Inspired by Melody's tiktok of Melvin looking for Ace's digits

-He folds all the laundry when he sees Darry has had a hard day at work and even offers to cook.

-Was allowed to cook once nearly set the kitchen on fire and was never allowed to cook again.

-He really did try in school just couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried so when Steve told him there was the full time position open at the DX that was his reason/excuse to drop out.

-During the 2 weeks that Pony was disassociating Soda was terrified of losing both Pony and Darry (because of throwing in the towel) to the point that he wouldn't sleep some nights which is what also leads to him eventually snapping.

-Would sleep in Darry's room on the nights Darry would fall asleep by the telephone so he would feel at least one brother close by.

-Watched the cartoon's Darry mentioned in throwing in the towel to keep himself from worrying too much but it never worked.

Ponyboy:

-Kept both Dally and Johnny's jackets and wears them when he misses them but never actually lasts long with them on because he starts crying.

-Panics if multiple people accidentally touch him because he gets flashbacks to being grabbed and almost drowned.

-Which he now also has a fear of being in water too long.

-The first night after the church burning he asked both Darry and Soda if they can share the bed with him because he missed them.

-Sometimes dreams of the house with the garden he wanted with Johnny after his death and he wakes up screaming and sobbing because he knows now all it will ever be is a dream.

-Tries to quit smoking because he genuinely believes he caused the fire that killed Johnny and eventually Dally.

-Used to be ashamed of his name and would get bullied for it until Johnny would tell him how original it was.

-Still believes death's at his door but he tells both his brothers of it and how he's been feeling so it's getting further and he's slowly trying to get better.

Now for all 3 brothers (I only have 2 tbh):

-Their train related trauma isn't lessening especially after Dally.

-When nights get bad for them they have a sleepover in the living room and watch cartoons.

[jfksbrainmatter]

how’s mama? ;)

adam driver x reader

genre : fluff 🧸

summary : you are laying in bed, heavily pregnant and sleeping. your husband, adam driver, wakes you after he came home from work and accidentally reminds you of your pregnancy and impending due date. freaking you out.

author note : this based on a really cute tiktok i saw bc i couldn’t stop thinking about it 😓

content warning : pregnancy, talk of birth, anxiety, age gap (reader is like mid 20’s-early 30’s and adam is late 40’s) and reader cries (for like a sec bc hormones)

warm, kind hands stroking your arm wake you up. your eyes flutter open as you shift in bed, smiling as you notice adam kissing your forehead. “mmmmm..hi baby~” you mewl, shifting to turn toward him, leaning up to kiss him.

“hi sweetheart..” adam leans down and meets you halfway in the kiss, stroking back your hair. “how’s mama doin’ ..?” you furrow your brows and tilt your head, confused til you look down. your lips quiver as you remember the impending child in your belly. eyes filling with tears, you look back up at adam, seeing his small frown.

“what’s wrong lovey..?” he asks with concern. everything, you wanna say. but you don’t. you sniffle and blink back the tears, “m’having a baby…” you whimper. adam smiles in amusement at your shaky voice.

“yeah you are hun..” he strokes your cheek to calm you down. you shake your head and whine, cupping your bump as you remember all the weight and life inside you. your grogginess is gone. replaced with anxiety and…fear..?

you don’t know but what you do know is that you’re crying freely now. adam lies next to you and cradles your bump with you, kissing your cheek and holding your head to his chest.

“shhhh..babygirl calm down, you’re gonna be okay…you’re alright, just breathe..” adam coos, calming you down. he’s very good at calming you down most times but the tears won’t stop flowing. damn hormones. you pull back and whine, wiping your eyes and rubbing them tiredly.

“a-adam i- i can’t give birth i can’t…what if i go into labor without you here? what if- what if i go into labor early?? i- im scared adam.” you whimper, sniffling and hiding into him. suddenly you stop, breathing slowly as you feel your baby stir, getting more settled. adam kisses you softly to stop your rambling, wiping your tears away softly.

“you will be ready my love. i will be there and- and you are so prepared honeybun...you have the nursery ready, all the baby clothes and the books and toys~” he smiles and laughs softly, rubbing your bump. he slides further down the bed to wrap his arms around your waist, listening and feeling for kicks from the baby. “i’m ready. i feel like you are too, almost.” he smiles and kisses your bump as the baby kicks against his lips, his laughs rumbling through the room.

you crack a smile at his happy laugh, stroking a hand through his hair as the baby kicks against their daddy’s hand. “i think they missed you.” you wipe your tears and sigh, calming down into your husband’s embrace.

he smiles giddily and lays his head against the bump, closing his eyes in content happiness. he loves his tiny family. “do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl..?” he asks, excited about a baby either way.

“mmmm i don’t care..as long as they’re healthy.” you whisper in response, kissing adam’s hair. he sighs and sinks into you, exhaustion finally sinking into him from his long work day.

“what do you want for dinner tonight baby..?” he asks, having taken over the responsibility of dinner. he’s staring at your large bump as he speaks, almost like he’s talking to the little human in you.

“mmmm…i think they want your ‘world famous’ burgers~ and fries…and a chocolate milkshake from that one place-!!” you speak excitedly, the craving coming on quickly from the baby in your uterus (who needs to pay rent by now).

“then that’s what mama’s gonna get.” he smiles and stands, walking to the kitchen to make his delicious food for his very, very pregnant wife.

[coolprettyleo]

obsessed with your ex? - juraj slafkovsky ☆

wc: 650+

tw: toxicity? obsessive. mention of sex. stalking?

juraj slafkovsky x reader

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it was four in the morning and you couldn't sleep. your thoughts were running wild as the six foot three man was laying sound asleep next to you. you were staying over his place tonight and what was supposed to be an easy going night turned into a nightmare; for you at least.

you had opened your instagram to find that jurajs ex had followed you, and commented on her recent instagram post, how you slayed the photo dump you posted on your recent trip to Milan.

I mean his ex didn't mean to get in your brain. you had finally met the girl, about a couple weeks ago at a brand dinner seeing as you were both models. you had been professional with her. but since you guys had many mutual friends the ex seemed to be trying to befriend her.

oh my god I wonder if she was friends with jurajs friends? did she know arber like you know him?

was she good in bed?

does he still think about her?

was she easy going?

every controlling?

well traveled?

well read?

all these thoughts made you want to scream into your pillow and die. something you couldn't do because you were at your boy friends house, sleeping in his bed on a side that was now 'your side' but you knew it was once hers.

when you met the ex about two nights ago you had to act like you didn't know every little thing about her, when you did. you knew everything about her, from her star sign to her fucking blood type.

you felt insane. you were honestly borderline of psycho. you were so obsessed with jurajs ex and everything about her was making you so upset.

you were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt the boy next to you move.

"why are you still awake" jury asked seeing her stare up into the ceiling. he moved to wrap his arms around her and pull her in, trying to to comfort his girlfriend.

what were you supposed to say to him? I'm up thinking about your ex? that im fucking obsessed with her? he would think I was her freaking best friend with how much I would want to talk about her and ask him.

and it wasn't like there wasn't anything I could complain about too, anyways. she was an angel, who was perfect. my friends would even tell me she talked so nicely about me. she was the life of every party and had these perfect hips with the most perfect lips. god you sounded like you were in love with her.

he had once told you that she hated flying so she would take melatonin when they would go visit his family with him back home, and you've never forgotten that detail about her.

"y/n" jurajs voice rasped again.

"what did you call me?" y/n exclaimed sitting up moving away from him. she could of swear he said HER name.

"your name?" juraj said slowly, beyond confused. he loved you so much and the last thing he would of thought was wrong with his girlfriend in the middle of the night, was that you couldn't stop thinking about his ex. he doesn't even speak to her anymore and he loves you with his whole heart.

you looked at him, studying his face for any lie. he wasn't. you felt so obsessed and you knew it was crazy upon repair, but you couldn't help it for some reason.

"alright what's wrong. did I do something" he says sitting up and turning on the nightstand lamp.

you felt horrible. he looked exhausted and he needed his sleep, he had games coming up and he had practice in about five hours.

"no-" you sighed looking at his soft eyes urging you to go on.

"-its just" you stumbled upon how to word your next choice of words.

"you can tell me" he said rubbing your back and kissing your shoulder.

"im obsessed with your ex"

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omg this is my first non au right and also like no oc character. if its cringe lmk! I like feedback. also this is based of an edit I saw on tiktok!! goodnight loves!!

[violetasteracademic]

Lucien Vanserra's Hero's Journey with Vassa- The Firebird Legends

Hello friends! This is my very first tumblr post, and is IN DEPTH. It seemed like a good place to explore some of the the themes I've been discussing on TikTok regarding Sarah's book structures, how closely Sarah utilizes The Hero's Journey for ACOTAR, and how many "ingredients in the fridge" as I like to call it are already there for Lucien and Vassa's story, despite arguments that there is very little on page action with The Band of Exlies. If anyone is interested in nerding out about book structure with me, I'll do a quick run through of The Hero's Journey with ACOMAF as the example (I made a video about this already!) and then fill in a possible hero's journey beat by beat for Lucien using only what is on the page. I'm not being hyperbolic when I say I could literally plot out and write this book today with everything Sarah has given us!

A few things to know about me: I love all of the characters involved in these ship wars. I am a die hard Elain stan, Az is my favorite Bat Boy, Lucien is one of my all time favorite characters and one whom I deeply relate to (I actually think I relate to Elain and Lucien the most, and I'll share how they mirror each other quite well) and I literally had to pull over in a Sprouts parking lot listening to the ACOSF graphic audio when Gwyn told her story. An elderly woman knocked on my window to ask if I was okay because I was sobbing. I do get passionate about my ships (Elriel and Vassien) because of my reading experience and how I process Sarah's structures. It would be the shock of my life if it goes in a different direction. BUT I love all the characters and respect all ships. My only goal is to get people excited about everything possible for our Bird of Flame and Lord of Fire, because their story stands to be by second favorite after Elain and Azriel!

Here is a quick rundown of The Hero's Journey: A three act structure famously based on the works of Joseph Campbell, an author and educator in the field of comparative mythology.

I will try my best to *briefly* break down the first act of A Court of Mist and Fury (I could do the same for Nesta's Journey in A Court of Silver Flames!)

Step One: The Ordinary World Status Quo. Feyre's status quo after Under The Mountain is the simultaneous evolution of her new life as Fae, and devolution of her spirit and personhood. In her new ordinary world, she is being kept in the dark. She is relegated to wedding planning and isolation.

Step Two: Call to adventure. Feyre is called to adventure on the day of her wedding, when the status quo has become unmaneagable. She calls out for help, and Rhys whisks her to the night court. In the Call to Adventure, our Hero learns a truth about the world that they will have to face. In Feyre's case, it is that the war is immenent. She realizes there is a threat to the safety of her sisters, and Rhys pushes her to train so that she is not unprepared if she is the only thing standing between them and Hybern.

Step Three: Refusal of the Call (in other structures or variations this is called The Debate.) The Hero is not sure if this is their story, if they are the one to face the call. They experience a period of maintaining the status quo a little longer. This is when we see Feyre sinking back into life with Tamlin. He is loosening the reigns, she doesn't want to rock the boat. She believes The Ordinary World might improve without her having to take the next step.

Step Four: Meeting the Mentor. Our hero meets someone that will assist them in their journey, and help them move forward in answering the call. This can be friendships, trainers and teachers, mystical guides, any number of things. In Feyre's case, it is dinner with the Inner Circle. She hasn't yet decided if she will join Rhysand's court and work with him in the efforts against Hybern, however she agrees to meet his court members. Each of them provide guidance to Feyre. In strength and training (Cassian and Azriel), emotional resilience (Mor), and histories/education on how the court and Fae lands function (Amren). Feyre agrees to work for Rhysand and then we cross the threshold into act two.

When I talk about "ingredients in the fridge," I am talking about a dinner that has been planned, ingredients purchased, and everything ready to go for book dinner to be on the table tonight. At this point, Sarah has been grocery shopping for future book plots for many many years! This is my personal interpretation of a really powerful story for Lucien and his hero's journey to free Vassa from Koschei.

Step One: Ordinary World. Lucien wakes up in the human lands in the manor he shares with his Band of Exiles. (I also am obsessed with how messy and hilarious it is that this was gifted to him by his mates ex fiance but I digress.) He has become so close with Vassa that he is no longer trusted to do his job for the Night Court. All the while he is worrying about Koschei, and when he will come for Vassa. Her enslavement to the deathless sorcerer pains him, and the pressure is building.

I hate to poke holes in another ship, however it is important to note that during all of these conversations Elain is not present or mentioned by Lucien in any way. However, Mor states that Lucien is choosing to live in the human lands despite Elain. And of course, in ACOSF Lucien makes it clear that even being in Velaris doesn't mean it is to see Elain, and the thought of his presence being expected only for his mate makes him uncomfortable.

I'm not saying these things couldn't change in the next book, I am however just setting Lucien's Ordinary World or Status Quo. Lucien is living in the human lands with the Band of Exiles and his main areas of concern and growing conflict are with Vassa and Koschei. This is what is being built to send the status quo to a breaking point *at present* His interest or efforts in Elain are devolving while his connection to Vassa and interest in defeating Koschei or freeing her are evolving.

Step Two: Call To Adventure. Lucien already has a powerful possible Call to Adventure (or inciting incident, as other similar structures call it) set in place. Koschei decides to reign in the leash on Vassa and force her to return to the lake, being ripped from her home with Lucien and Jurian and no longer able to provide assistance with the human queens.

Step Three: Resisting the Call. The reason Lucien is so perfectly suited for this is because he is the only character with such torn loyalties. He is loyal to Feyre and the Night Court, he attempts to be respectful to his mate, he is glad to work for Rhysand. There are many other threats present, Lucien's own father Beron suspected to be at risk of allying with Koschei. The human queens in the wind who have powers and a vendetta. While the Firebird legends retelling *could* take place with Jurian and Vassa, my issue with that is similar to my issue with Gwynriel. There is literally nothing, and I mean NOTHING that would create conflict for the character or a debate period. There are no obstacles or stakes in place that could keep the characters apart, which is critical to all storytelling but Sarah utilizes so much conflict. Lucien is the lost wanderer, torn from court to court, abusive home to abusive home, without a true family until the Band of Exiles. But it is still a matter of chosen family over loyalties he still feels to Feyre and her court. So, Vassa is taken by Koschei. Lucien now must be spurred into action, but is *he* the hero of this story? Is he going to be the one to take on Koschei?

Step Four: Meet the mentor. Oh, I think we all know where I am headed with this! What better mentor could there be in place for Lucien in freeing Vassa from her curse than Helion Spellcleaver. Aka Lucien's biological father. Helion also has maintained a consistent presence, being called in to attempt to manage the dread trove items. He has returned to the page in ways other High Lords haven't. We are gearing up for Helion 100%

Now, to get a little farther into some of the details beyond act one, tests allies and enemies, innermost caves, ordeals, so on and so forth, I simply want to focus on the stakes of this story specifically, and why I find them the most powerful.

As far as theme for Lucien, he has been aimless and suffering and ultimately ended up with no home and nowhere to spend Solstice. Feyre and Elain were a default because, in his own words, he had nowhere else to go.

Feyre urges him to call the Night Court home, but he has found a true home with Jurian and Vassa. He cares deeply for them and for their safety. He is amazed by Jurian's leadership, literally saying "Thank god for him" keeping everything together. Even at his best with Rhysand, Lucien has never put full faith in Rhys as a leader (which is very similar to Nesta who, while still an Archeron sister, continues to dismiss Rhys as her high lord and has found her calling and found family with The Valkyrie's.)

Lucien learning Helion is his biological father pairs perfectly with his metal eye, which can see through glamours. We may come to find that Lucien has hidden spell cleaving abilities making him uniquely suited to save the woman he loves. However, this brings us to...

THE BLOOD DUEL.

Lucien and Azriel blood dueling over Elain makes no sense plot, character, or world building wise. Lucien does not identify with the Autumn court or its laws, and he has been nothing but respectful of Elain's lack of interest in him and by all accounts is moving on in a very healthy way. It is stated clearly that Beron knows Lucien is not his son, hence why Lucien received such additional torment and ab*se as well as Beron's treatment of Lady Autumn. However, for Lucien to publicly display Helion's powers would make Lady Autum's affair public knowledge. This gives Beron cause to call for a blood duel with Helion over LoA. These are incredibly high stakes and obstacles. Does he risk the life of his mother and newly discovered father to save the woman he loves by revealing his true power?

As far as Lucien being sole heir to the Day Court, there is another possible outcome where Helion wins the blood duel (thus securing Eris's place as the new High Lord of Autumn, another long established plotline) and Lady Autumn and Helion get a second chance while Lucien still chooses his found family. Or, at the very least, as long of a life with Vassa as he could get before taking up the Day Court. Sarah also of course has had both mortal characters choose mortal life spans for love (Elorcan) or make mortals immortal (Feyre and Miryam.) However, Lucien stated he never had any interest in being a high lord. Of course this is up for interpretation, but I believe his character development still maintains that. This man has been through so much. He just wants to live in peace, and I think it would be a beautiful thing to know that his mother is now safe and not a political pawn.

Speaking of political pawns, this is also why I believe Elain and Lucien have a lot to heal with each other. When Lucien discovers that he could have been raised by Helion and not Beron, but his mother was sold and used as a political pawn and her agency taken away, he is going to face quite a few demons. I do not personally think Lucien's story (or Elain's) is most powerfully served by he and Elain choosing to de-escalate all the conflict and spend time with each other and wind up falling in love. It COULD happen, and if it's what Sarah chooses to do, it will be lovely! But Elain is such a mirror to Lucien's own mother. The only difference being that Lucien is a good male while Beron is a monster. Lucien, when faced with this, would be motivated to prevent his story repeating itself. Elain and Lucien's mother are the only two alive today presenting as unhappy with their pairings. I believe this is what Sarah was referring to when she said Elain was a better mate for Lucien than Nesta (her original plan) because of the healing they could provide each other. While I am not stating this as fact, it is my opinion that there is enough foreshadowing for rejected mating bonds, the suffering of poor matches and females being owned with archaic laws, that Sarah always intended to have Lucien participate in the rejected mating bond story line with one of the Archeron sisters. Lucien and Elain as a rejected bond is a much better fit as Lucien and Elain are actually both quite passive about their mating bond, letting the plot develop and build elsewhere whereas Nesta would have likely just burnt Lucien to a crisp or had it take up a lot more of ACOSF which would have been truly tough to fit in.

I could go on and literally plot out the whole book beat by beat with the Hero's Journey, but I would be here all day. I truly think Lucien and Vassa in the Firebird Legends would be so beautiful and powerful. I've teared up thinking about it! It always disheartens me to see characters getting thrown under the bus for the ship wars, or to be accused of hating Lucien because I ship Elriel. I am brand new to the online ship space, and this was truly how I experienced the books as someone who loves all the characters and wants the best for them. I believe Lucien has been nothing but respectful towards Elain and deserves to be happy. I just don't think Elain is his happiness. Even Feyre and Rhys had moments of trust and connection building in A Court of Thorns and Roses before ACOMAF. Their relationship was not out of left field at all. Elain and Lucien have a LOT of work to do to make their interest in each other suddenly believable, and in my opinion now we are getting into poorly paced and structured writing to accommodate it.

I've definitely seen compelling compilations about how both Elain and Lucien are tied to Koschei and it could just as easily be their shared love story while saving Vassa, and I won't go into a rage if that is what happens. It is simply difficult for me to ignore all the conflicts that would conveniently resolve and obstacles that would be removed. I know people love to call the three brothers and three sisters "lazy" but three is simply a motif, not book structure or line level prose. In my opinion, a sudden resolution to active political conflicts by putting two characters together is much lazier when it comes to the actual writing of the book.

These are just my musings, and the things I picked up on whilst reading (and re-reading a million times tbh) and experiencing books! What do you guys think of Vassien? I personally am so excited by how beautiful it could be!

[jeridandridge]

Hii I hope you’re well today

I wanted to ask a melissa x reader based on a tiktok I saw once. The students think Mel and the reader are dating so they plan a school wedding for them. In Mel’s head it’s all a joke ‘cause she doesn’t know the reader likes girl and especially she doesn’t know the reader likes her!

Please make it with a happy ending. Thank you ❤️

I had so much fun with this! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! 🩷

“So you ready for our wedding?” You ask coming up to Barb and Melissa’s table with a shit eating grin.

Your students had noticed how often you were with Melissa and how often she’d come to your classroom to drop off a drink or food, sometimes even just coming into hangout with you and the older kids during her free period. They gathered all of their ‘evidence’ and decided you two needed to be married.

“Oh you two are the talk of the school.” Barbara smiles. “Those children are very bright.”

“Yeah they are.” You laugh looking over at Melissa. “Cameron said she needed to know your favorite flowers for the bouquet so I told her daisies.”

Melissa shakes her head with a soft smile. “You shouldn’t feed into their shenanigans so much, hon.”

“Shenanigan is my middle name, Schmmenti.” You beam. You thought the idea was a funny one, and since it felt like you’d never have the real deal, especially with Melissa, this could be fun.

As the week goes on you notice the kids buzzing energy about the fake nuptials but you also notice Melissa distancing herself from you. You love seeing the kids excited but if this is going to affect your friendship you’d rather not do it.

“Okay, guys,” you start one morning, “You know I’m always totally open and honest with you right?” You ask leaning against your desk, arms crossed.

The kids nod and mumble, all aware that you always try your best for them.

“Well I think you guys are taking the fake wedding a little too far, okay? You don’t want Miss Schemmenti and I uncomfortable right?”

“You’re both cool, we like you guys together,” Sean, one of the boys shrugs at his desk.

You squint eyeing their little faces, unsure if they’re messing with you or not. You were one of the younger teachers and you did try to make class fun for them, but students are still students.

“Wait a sec, you guys think we’re dating?”

Little did you know at that moment Melissa was outside in the hall, stopping in her tracks when she hears the discussion.

“Duh! You get googly eyes around her.” When of the girls point out.

“Yeah! Miss Schemmenti’s always chill but she’s REALLY chill around you. And you got that picture on your desk!”Sean nods.

“The picture?” You chuckle. “Mrs. Howard is in that picture too, and she’s happily married.”

“Nah, Miss y/n, you got your arm all up on Miss Schmmenti there!”

Melissa can’t help but let out a puff of laughter. The kid wasn’t wrong.

She invited you to a dinner with Barb and Gerald one weekend which led to the three of you killing two bottles of wine together, Gerald insisting on taking a picture of you three. Of course you had Melissa close to you and your arm wrapped around her waist. You liked her close.

You sigh rolling your eyes. “Guys, we’re friends okay? It’s nothing like that. What this little thing you’re all planning is just some funny afternoon activity, okay?” You tell them, still unaware of her presence in the hall.

When she hears that her breath hitches and she’s heading back downstairs, can of Diet Coke in hand and forgotten about. Back in her classroom she closes the door and sits at her desk with her head in her hands.

She knew that this was all fun and games, but she didn’t think you would outright say something like that to the kids.

“Stupid.” She huffs to herself under her breath. She knew there was a good chance you didn’t even like women and even if you did, she was too old for you anyway.

When Friday hits and the kids are excited for the morning wedding, you finally see Melissa in the break room on the couch.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to talk to you all week.” You smile sitting down next to her.

“Yeah? Sorry, kid, I’ve been busy.” She shrugs not looking up from her phone.

You look at the woman with curious eyes. Kid. That hurt. She never, ever called you kid. Not even around everyone else, much to Janine’s dismay.

“Did I do something wrong?”

That gets her to set her phone down and put her glasses on her head with a sigh.

“No, y/n you didn’t. My brain did and now I’m taking it out on you.”

“Okay what are you talking about? Is this about the wedding thing with the kids? Because I told them it’s just for fun .” You explain.

“Yeah,” she laughs humorlessly, “I know you did. It’s just something funny right? it’s a joke?” She bites back.

You see the hurt clear in her eyes, confusion spreading on your face.

“Mel, I didn’t-“ you shake your head, the realization hitting you. “Do you think I’m making fun of you?”

She looks at you like you grew a second head.

“Pretty obvious isn’t it? The pretty young thing getting ‘hitched’ to the old lady?” She lifts her hand putting air quotes around hitched.

You didn’t realize how she felt before at all. Everything makes sense now. The acceptance from her and Barb, the movie nights, weekend plans, the weekend adventures, trips to each others classrooms. You two were practically dating.

“Mel, I’ve been trying to show you how much I care about you for almost a year, I’m- I really like you, like it’s actually embarrassing.” You shrug.

Her eyes go wide.

“You’re into women?”

“I’m into you so yeah I’d say so.” You smile.

“I didn’t think you were into women at all.” She admits.

You roll your eyes resting your hand on her thigh. “You remember that morning I missed my coffee mug and it spilled all over the table?”

The red head nods resting her hand on top of yours.

“It was because you walked in wearing those amazingly tight leather pants and my brain stopped working.” You tell her with a grin.

Melissa smirks ducking her head a bit. “I do remember that.”

“Then you started being nice to me as soon as I got here, and I realized pretty quick that wasn’t normal for you. So yes, I like you very much and would love to entertain the kids by fake marrying you.”

Melissa gives you a beaming smile as she gently squeezes her hand.

“As long as you let me take you on a real date after.”

You grin leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“It’s a date.”

[emmyrosee]

there's something about atsumu being all pouty and sulky that makes him more adorable. (please i love him so much) i just watched a TikTok video of a married couple and this ask is based on this. so what if after an argument, you being atsumu's wife doesn't cook enough food for three (three bcs u have a daughter who has her uncle samu's appetite. and yes, bcs im a sucker for dad atsumu au) and just told him to cook for himself or order takeout or something bcs u didn't think that he'll eat at home. please 🥺 i just wanna see his reaction ����

*the argument is about him not wanting to go home (poor boy says he needs to practice more) after you text and call him a hundred times bcs it's past practice time. so the next evening, you didn't cook food that'll be enough for the three of you.

NO WAIT PAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH THIS-

also im so glad you’re a sucker for the dad/uncle au bc same HA-

I know damn well in that pretty head of Atsumu’s that he does, try his hardest to be home for dinner. Always one to be accounted for, always there beside you, mowing down on the food you’d either spent the entire day cooking, or grabbing after your errands.

But for the past few nights, he just. Hasn’t.

He’s been with the boys, or staying overtime at practice, or hanging out with Osamu because he could always use a set of hands, and for some reason, rather than just telling you this, he doesn’t. He leaves you to figure it out for yourself.

It leads to a pretty nasty spat, thankfully one Hisako was asleep for, about you just wanting a text so you know that you don’t have to look forward to enjoying dinner with him (okay. A little cruel, but he had it coming!) or setting an extra plate. It made him snarl out how ‘he’s a grown man’ and ‘he can make his own dinner plans’ and ‘take care of his damn self without you,’ and you felt your heart sink to the base of your chest.

He sighs softly, “I didn’t mean that-“

“Then take care of yourself,” you snap, turning on your heel to get ready for bed. Even though there’s some half choked apologies that fall from both of your lips, you make the conscious decision to stop trying so hard.

If he wasn’t going to appreciate the work you go out of your way to do for him to enjoy a hot meal, then why put it forward? No need to shell out the extra effort when he’s not going to do his own part.

Especially tonight, as your table sets and vegetables stop cooking, your damn husband still isn’t home.

Whatever. Asshole.

Surely, it’s fine. It seems fine. Hisako inhales the food with extreme excitement, you pick at your own while she recounts the events of her day. Gotta hand it to her, she’s a damn entertaining kid, able to distracted you from the hurt of Atsumu potentially taking your words to heart and indeed, taking care of himself.

She prompts the end of her dinner with an enthusiastic kiss to your cheek- a trait she learned from her father- before toddling into the living room to play with her toys. You smile softly at the sight, bittersweet as you move to start the dishes, trying to get through them as a quick as possible before Atsumu comes home and sees the dinner not made for him.

This is another instance, however, that you’re having the piss taken out of you, and Atsumu comes home in the middle of your chores. You cringe softly as the front door opens, he sighs dramatically, and you head the happiness in his voice when he chirps a quick “where’re my girls!”

You whimper in the back of your throat and plaster a smile, still trying to hide the hurt in your features.

“Hey my love,” Atsumu says, voice strained from sighing happily, before laxing out to kiss you. “Where’s the boss of us?”

You smile and pucker your lips for a brief, almost uninterested kiss, and you watch as his body language tenses. “She’s in the living room playing with her toys. I was going to give her a bath once I finished the dishes.”

“I can do that, dollface,” he chuckles. “If you want to relax, or get started on her bath you can.” He happily hooks his head over your shoulder and nuzzles into you softly. “I gotta eat first anyways, so I can take care of the dishes.”

You tense up as he lifts his head with a happy inhale, “smells great in here. What did you make?”

In confusion, you give him a look over your shoulder. “I… made curry in the pressure cooker, and some rice and fried some eggs for us.” He groans happily and quickly dashes to the fridge to open and search for the extras, only for his face to fall once he turns up empty handed.

“Did… you both polish it off?”

“I only made enough for two, and with your daughter having an appetite like her uncle I almost didn’t have enough-“

“But…”

“What?”

“You… you didn’t cook enough for me?”

You scoff and continue to scrub the plates, “since you clearly had no intentions of updating me on what you’d be doing tonight, I figured I had no use in cooking more than Hisako and I could eat. Leftovers go to waste in this house anyways.”

He pauses, and you hear his socked feet padding around the tiled floors, trying to piece together his thoughts and approach this. You continue to wash the dishes, but the signals in your brain cross as two long arms wrap around your waist, a head burrowing into the curve of your neck.

“‘Tsumu-“

“I meant to text you,” he murmurs, curling up as close to you as he can. “I swear. Tonight, I wanted to come home and eat dinner with you, and watch a movie with ‘Sako, but I guess I just forgot to when Bokuto wanted to practice a little bit more…” one of the arms wrapped around your waist moves up to gently cup your jawline, angling your head to look at the golden eyes curved in distress. “But as soon as I realized I came right home, I didn’t even think of it. Please, don’t be mad at me… it was an accident this time, I swear.”

You sigh and lean over to nudge your nose with his, “I’m not mad at you, baby. You just… you hurt my feelings last night; you can’t tell me you don’t appreciate the work I do, then come home and pout about the work I didn’t do. That’s rude, it’s shitty of you.”

“I know,” he says softly, lowering his eyes. In thought for a moment, he then rises his gaze back up to you with a hopeful smile, “can I have a kiss at least?”

You snicker and roll your eyes, “you may have one kiss, and if you play your cards right, I’ll doctor up some instant noodles for you.”

He beams happily up at you and leans up to steal a kiss, the hand on your cheek stroking the warm skin lovingly, “I like the sound of that.”

[sturn1olo-ffics]

“That’s The Way I Loved You”

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- based off the song “The Way I Loved You” Taylor’s Version by Taylor Swift

- WARNINGS: kissing (making out ‼️), mentions of fighting/arguing, crying, break up but happy ending; NOT PROOFREAD

- ABOUT: Chris and y/n get into a huge fight over Instagram comments and she breaks up with him. A month after, y/n decides it’s time to put herself out there again. She finds a great guy, but he’s just not Chris. That’s when she realizes what she really wants.

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. And it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name. So in love that you act insane. And that’s the way I loved you.”

(Y/N’s POV)

I sat down on my couch after a long day and decided to open up my phone and check Instagram. My notifications were blowing up and I didn’t know why.

Chris posted a picture of you at dinner the night before with the caption: “My girl.”

You smile and feel butterflies swarm your stomach as you like the post and comment “Cringe 🤓” just joking around with him.

You check the comments, only to see hate comment after hate comment being left.

User332: “Bro she’s not even pretty”

y/nhater617: “why is he lowering his standards for her 💀”

User984: “i hope they break up soon fr”

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{ iMESSAGE }

Chris: Hey you free tonight or ??

Y/n: You wanna come over?

Chris: Ok mind listener

Y/n: You mean mind reader 😭😭

Chris: Whatever. I’ll be there at 5

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(Time passes)

Chris was over at my house. He was leaned up against my counter and I was sitting on the island across from him.

Scrolling through TikTok, I realize that this is a good time to tell him how I’ve been feeling about his Instagram comments.

“Hey, can we talk about something that’s been bothering me?” I said with a frown.

“Uh- yeah sure. What’s wrong?” Chris said worriedly as he stepped closer toward me.

“I just- you’re Instagram comments are always full of people hating on me… and I was just wondering if-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“Just ignore ‘em” he says in a nonchalant manner, like he didn’t care at all.

“Can you tell them to stop or at least turn your comments off?” I asked in response.

“What? No. I’m not turning my comments off on Instagram. And there’s nothing I can say that will actually get them to stop.” Chris said in a defensive, almost angry tone.

“Can you at least try?” I started to get fed up.

“Y/n. Not everything is going to be perfect just for you.” the words slipped out of his mouth.

“What?” I said, tears filling my eyes.

“Y/n, I meant that I just can’t do anything about it. What do you want me to do? Become a magic wizard and cast a spell on all these little girls to stop hating on you? Even if I could, I still wouldn’t care enough.” Chris yelled.

“Wouldn’t care enough?” I said softly, tears falling out my eyes and running down my cheeks.

“Y/n- it’s just this kinda stuff is what you have to deal with- it’s like character development. It’s a part of life- a part of my life at least-” he started to say before I slid off the counter and started to walk away.

“I’m also a part of your life. And if this is what it’s going to be like, then I don’t want to be anymore.” I said while opening up my front door, signaling him out.

“Y/n, what? You’re gonna break up with me over this?” he said quickly.

“I just can’t right now, Chris.” I responded as he walked out and I closed the door behind him.

I slid down the back of my door, salty tears rolling one after another out of my eyes.

We had gotten in fights before, screaming at each other even, but this one was final.

(ONE MONTH LATER)

I met a boy while I was at the grocery store. His name was Henry and he was really cute and seemed super sweet. We got each others numbers and started hanging out almost every day.

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{ iMESSAGE }

Henry: Hi!! I’ll pick you up at 6 if that’s okay?

Y/n: Sounds great! Can’t wait.

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But the truth is, I could wait.

He’s sensible and so incredible. And all my single friends are jealous. But something just felt off, every time we were together.

It’s been a month since me and Chris broke up, and I knew I wanted to put myself out there. So why did this superhero of a guy just not seem like enough?

I started to think about Chris more and more. Which is weird because I started to not care about the break up about a week after it happened. I always seemed to move on quickly for some reason.

I picked my phone up and shot Henry a quick text, asking him for a rain check.

It actually was pouring down raining outside, so I figured he wouldn’t question it.

I put on “10 Things I Hate About You” and plopped down on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and a Pepsi.

Pepsi was Chris’ favorite drink, and it grew on me over time as well.

“I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.” the TV starts to play as I tear up.

Chris.

All I could think about was Chris.

He flooded my mind.

But why?

I started to get up and make my way to the fridge to grab the container of strawberries I was craving, but noticed I had already eaten them all.

“Great.” I said to myself. I really wanted those strawberries.

There was a grocery store at the end of my street, so I knew I could just walk down there and grab some.

I gather my things in my purse, put my shoes on, and grab my umbrella because it’s practically storming.

I reached for the doorknob, but before I could grab it, 3 knocks sounded at my door.

“Bruh I asked him for a raincheck. No way Henry’s outside my door right now.” I thought to myself.

I turned the knob and opened my front door, only to find Chris standing there. Soaked head to toe from the rain.

“Hi” he said out of breath.

“Chris?” I was confused.

“I take it you’re about to go hang out with Henry” he said, turning around.

“No, actually… I cancelled on him.” I said sharply.

Chris turned around and stared at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I- I don’t know. One minute, I was playing Fortnite on Twitch. And the next I was putting my shoes on to come here. I think I just-” he was saying before I cut him off with a kiss.

He leaned into the kiss almost immediately. Both of us getting soaked from the rain. But we didn’t care. We just craved each other.

He pulled back and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One hand on my waist, the other on my back pulling me impossibly closer to him.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an hour, but was really 30 seconds.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” I said with a smile, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

He smiled back and pulled me into a longing hug.

“How about we go inside and dry off huh?” he joked.

“That, and you need to help me figure out how to let Henry down nicely.” I laughed.

“I love you, y/n” he said pausing his footsteps.

My heart jumped. He had never said this before.

“I love you too, Chris” I said with a smile.

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A/n: Hey guys! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I’m trying to make my fics better, so let me know what I could change. Also, let me know what you wanna see next.

Thank you for 80 notes on my last fic!!!

[wolfstarhaven]

Happy birthday remu!

My favourite little man of all. To celebrate, here are some lovely fics with some very special remus characterisations!

Berlin Angel,

by de_sire (90k)

Berlin is absolutely miserable in February. Or it’s just Sirius.

Alternatively: A story of how Remus Lupin stepped into Sirius’ life, flashed his trademark grin, and reminded him that life is a beautiful thing meant to be enjoyed. No risk, no fun!

A muggle!au, slow burn strangers to lovers (Sirius is so stupidly oblivious!! I love it!!). Remus is literally sunshine in a person. A very different take on Remus, and I love him so very much!

take a shot of holy water,

by pinkpalaceapartments (73k)

a year after cutting ties with his family and taking steps to improve his life after coming to terms with his role in the tragic death of his best friend, sirius black reconnects with his past at an engagement dinner for a friend he thought he’d lost and the family he’d left behind. there he meets a priest named remus lupin, who is about to change the course of his life forever.

A fleabag au. Remus is the hot priest. *gulp*

Rourke,

by sreka (27k)

When wildlife filmmaker Sirius Black arrives on a remote Antarctic island for a year-long assignment, he isn't phased by the freezing wind, the perpetual darkness, or the hostility he meets from some of the biologists at the research base. He is used to living an itinerant existence. He is comfortable with unforgiving conditions. He expects the world to treat him harshly. But he does not expect to fall in love.

A wonderful muggle au that gives us scientist!remus. Let’s say he’s not the biggest fan of people. (I feel you darling)

A Brief History of Dragons,

by eyra (23k)

Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

A very special remus that holds a permanent spot in my heart. He is everything.

from white-hot anticipation to cold-blooded fear and back again,

by drowsyanddazed (20k)

Remus is a storm blowing through Sirius’ small town and Sirius is laid out on the waterlogged cobblestone streets waiting to be washed away.

A Hogwarts era fic in which Remus is a confident Ravenclaw. He’s got rizz, as the TikTok people say. Sirius, naturally, doesn’t stand a chance.

Tidal Pull,

by Deya (10k)

Sirius sees a handsome stranger picking along the mud of the Thames foreshore and he needs to know more. He encounters Remus Lupin a man obsessed with the history buried in the London mud. Together they share moments and small treasures and grow together.

A beautiful fic in which Remus is mudlarking nerd. We love him.

Fine Motor Skills,

by femme_de_lettres (6k)

Sirius Black's car needs work—again. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin is amused to see his favorite customer back at his mechanic's shop.

A meet-cute in which Sirius owns a book shop and Remus is the mechanic—how the tables have turned! Adorable.

Happy holiday to all those who celebrate today<3

xx elliot

[spidermandni]

i’m not a violent girl. (i don’t know why i bite.)

pairing sohee x reader

wc 843

genre angst

notes this was originally an original character/self insert writing but i also imagined sohee as the boy so… take this and yes it’s based off of that one tiktok audio for isle of the dogs and i bet on losing dogs by mitski… i might make a prequel for the “i bite” part… we’ll see

“i’m sorry.”

when he looks up from the pavement and turns to to his left to look at you, you’re not looking at him. your eyes are staring straight ahead but he can see the corners with slightly red veins—your eyes, they’re watering.

“i just-” you voice cracks and you shut your mouth as soon as the squeak makes its way out of your throat, throwing your head down and shutting your eyes tightly. your eyelashes connect to your cheeks, clumped as the tears you wanted to keep in begin to flow down your cheeks. “i don’t want to be mean to you or hurt you, it’s just… i would rather be mean first and push you away before you do it to me.”

he listens to your words and when he finally thinks he found something to say, you cut him off.

“i’m too much. i talk too much, i feel too much—i don’t want you to get overwhelmed, feel like i’m a bother. i can’t, not you.” you pathetically chuckle while wiping your tears with one hand. “if you think i’m just a bitch, that’s fine, but if you get to know me and realize how i actually am, and you don’t like that, i don’t think i could… that might—it would ruin me. so i think it would be best if we just… never speak again.” you ramble but you still refuse to look at him.

his face crumples up at your words, feeling his heart begin to do the same. he has known you for such a short time but the only thing he finds you is captivating. when he is away from you, all he thinks of is you and even when you are near, he can’t take his eyes away from you. he met you and the world before him shifted to something brighter, so how could you, the person who makes him feel the most euphoric, feel like you burden him just with your presence?

“i know you talk a lot. i know you feel a lot, i’ve seen you cry to the narnia movies. i’ve seen you squeal at the sight of deer crossing the road because of how cute you think they are. i’ve seen you get ridiculously excited about hearing a song you hadn’t heard in years that you still remembered all the lyrics to. i’ve seen you at the end of the day when you can finally relax and let your social battery charge. i’ve seen you on days where you don’t feel so hot but still choose to hang out with us because somebody wants to go get dinner as a group.

“none of that is bothersome to me. i know you and i like it all. there’s nothing about you that could annoy me. anything you say, anything you feel, anything you want to do, i’m here. i’m here and i want to be hear with you to hear it all, feel it and do it with you. you matter to me and if you feel that you don’t to anybody else, just know that you’ll always be someone to me. someone that i really like and care for and want to know even more.” while speaking, he had refused to stop looking at you, even going as far as to softly grab your hand.

you look at him with furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and sorrowful eyes. his heart clenches again in his chest because he had never seen you look this defeated.

“but how do i know you mean it? everyone i know, even my family, they get tired of me. you don’t have to lie just to try to make me feel better, i’m a big girl, i can take the pain.” a dejected smile forming on your face, the tears from before now dry and staining your cheeks.

“i’m not lying to you to make you feel better. i’ll prove it to you everyday if i have to. i care about you and i want you to know i do. you’re my friend—and more and when you feel like you believe me, believe that how i feel about you is true, i’m here. i’ll always be here.” he finishes, lifting his free hand to softly caress your cheek. his fingers are slightly rough but still smooth, your skin is still soft underneath his palm despite dried tears.

the two of you sit there for a few moments before you nod. he smiles at you, it’s small.

“yeah?” you nod again.

“yeah.”

“can i… can i hug you or is that…?” you smile at him, small like his, and he takes it. his arms wrap around your waist, his chin immediately resting on your shoulder as one of his hands lie on your back as the other rests on the back of your head. he sighs in content when your arms wrap around the same, your hands coming to curl against his shoulders instead.

“i care about you.” your head drops lightly against his, finally comfortable.

[high-pot-in-noose]

Saw a Tumblr-approved TikTok clip like yesterday that was a skit about a couple kids trying to coax their mother into fulfilling the request she promised them she would fulfill.

It was something to the effect that she had promised to take them out for dinner and she was allowing them to choose where, and the older kid wanted Olive Garden even though his and his brother's first thought had been McDonald's, and so he cited that he'd gotten a really good grade in math, too, basically trying to prove that he earned the reward (that had already been promised, I'll remind you).

And immediately their mother started berating them for being greedy, for trying to milk her goodwill for selfish gains. The two boys started saying they would do this chore and that chore (that I'm assuming aren't things already assigned to them, based on how they offered to take over for it), just increasing the incentives for their mother to just *checks notes* follow through with what she had already promised them.

And in the end? She stares them down like they're pests and tell them to go eat the leftover spaghetti in the fridge. Much to her son's outrage, understandably.

[lokis-army-77]

Fathers Day 1996

Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!reader

Word Count: 1625

Based on the tiktoks of moms taking their children to Dollar Tree to buy Father's Day presents.

Warning: None

Masterlist 

Mommy, Mommy, Daddy needs this." Alex shook the crayon box wildly in front of him. 

"Oh, I think he does. Drop it in the cart sweetheart." I smile at him as he excitedly throws the box into the already full shopping cart. 

It was a few days before Father's Day and since Alex was now three going on twenty-three, with how independent he was, I decided it would be fun to have him pick out Eddie’s presents. 

The 10-dollar Dollar Tree budget had gone out the door as soon as Alex had walked into the store and started grabbing everything he thought his daddy needed. Pretty soon we hit twenty bucks and I had to cap him off or else he probably would have bought out the entire store. 

"Alex, baby, I think we've gotten Daddy enough presents. Why don't we go buy them and then we can wrap them up when we get home?" 

He grinned wide and nodded his head. "Otay Mommy." Then he grabbed the front of the buggy and led us to the cashier, an extremely bored-looking teenage girl. 

With every item Alex placed on the conveyer belt, he explained to the girl, "Dis is for my Daddy because it's Father's Day and he's my Daddy." 

The girl just nodded along to what he was saying and I gave her a small smile before handing her a 20 dollar bill and picking Alex up. 

As I walked out the door, Alex darned in my arm and waved at the girl, "Bye-bye!" 

............ 

When Sunday came, Alex couldn't contain himself. There was a lot of excitement in that little body of his and it had him bouncing off the walls like it was Christmas morning. 

At around 7:43 I heard the bedroom door creak open and then the soft thud of toddler's feet making their way across the carpeted floor and to the bed. 

A soft smile spread across my lips when I felt a tiny finger poke my cheek and then the soft whisper of my son. "Mommy, wake up." 

I pry open one eye and squint at him. "Alex, sweetheart, it's not even eight yet." I sigh but sit up a little anyway, knowing that if he's awake, I'm not going back to be any time soon. 

"Mommy, it's Father’s Day!" He whisper shouts. 

"I know, love." I reached out to him and bring him close so I can give his chubby cheek a kiss. He giggles. 

"Why don't we let Daddy sleep in? We can go make him some breakfast." 

Alex seems to like that idea by the way he practically bolts out of the bedroom. 

I try to crawl out of bed without waking Eddie who slept deeply on the other side of the bed. The hand that had originally gripped my hip during the night now laying limp in the valley between our bodies. 

Leaning over I give him a quick kiss on the temple before getting up and hurrying into the kitchen before Alex can get into something he shouldn't. 

With the help of an excellent sous chef, we made quick work of breakfast. Crispy bacon, waffles with mini chocolate chips sprinkled on top, scrambled eggs, two plain and one with hot sauce, a glass of orange juice, and 2 glasses of milk. 

I plated all the food, giving Eddie his hot sauce-smothered eggs and OJ, and then set them on a big tray. 

"Alex, why don't you go wake Daddy now? I'll follow so we can have breakfast in bed." 

"Bweckfast in bed?" He asks. 

"Yep, we're gonna eat on Mommy and Daddy's bed." 

He was giddy at that answer, only ever used to having to eat at the dinner table. After that, he needed no encouragement to run into the bedroom and climb on top of Eddie. 

"Daddy, Daddy. Wake up! Wake up!" Alex screamed. I walked in to see him sitting on Eddie's chest, bouncing up and down. 

Eddie groaned at the weight of the boy. "I'm up dude. I'm up. Stop bouncing." 

"It's Father's Day and you're my Daddy." He gushed, his tiny fingers pushing Eddie's eyebrow up to try and force him to open his eyes. 

"Oh? Is it?" 

"It is. Me and Mommy made you Bweckfast and a pwesent." His tone was matter of factly. 

"I can smell it. Where is Mommy?" 

"Right here, Hun," I answer, walking the tray of food to my side of the bed and placing it on the sheets as I sat crisscross next to Eddie's laid-out form. 

He turned his head and smiled at me. "Morning Momma." He sat up carefully on his elbows, Alex sliding down his chest and into his lap, giggling. 

"Morning." I gave him a slow, soft kiss on the lips. 

"Eww, cooties." Alex cries, pushing us apart. Eddie and I chuckle. 

"I don't think Mommy has cooties, little buddy." Eddie sits up more, back leaning against the headboard. 

"No, but you do," Alex informs. 

"Sweetheart, it's Father's Day, that means Daddy is cootie free for the day." 

"Oh. Okay." Alex accepts my explanation no question asked before going on to the next thing. "Can we eat now?" 

I nod and distribute the plates, handing Eddie his and taking mine, leaving Alex's on the tray so that hopefully if he spilled anything it would land there and not the duvet but a mess would most likely be made none-the-less. 

....... 

After breakfast, we moved to the living room where I made Eddie sit in his recliner and cover his eyes. 

"No peaking," Alex ordered as we headed to the hall closet to grab his presents. 

"Wouldn't dream of it bud," Eddie called. 

With twenty cheap items from the Dollar store, the gift bag that held them all felt really heavy yet Alex insisted he could hold it. 

I trailed behind him as he waddled his way back to the living room and plopped the bag down at Eddie's feet. 

"Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" Alex clapped and I cheered along with him as I took my spot behind him sitting on the floor. 

Eddie opened his eyes and smiled. "Oh wow, a present." 

"I picked dem out all by myself," Alex informed happily. 

"You did? That's amazing bud." Eddie bent over and grabbed the first thing out of the bag. "Oh cool, a red power anger mask that's also sunglasses." Another item. "Wow I have always wanted a bottle of olive oil," He laughed. Another. "Alex, buddy, Joe did you know I needed a Barny coloring book," he gasped out, and crayons to go with!" 

I couldn't help the tears that came to my eyes as Eddie took out every item from the bag and thanked his son for all of it. Even if they were really only children's things that Alex would like or something completely off the wall. It was such a special moment and it had me close to bawling my eyes out there on the living room floor. 

When we were done, Eddie grabbed Alex and gave him a bear hug. "Thank you so much, buddy. This was the best Father's Day present ever." 

Alex just smiled and hugged his daddy back. "You're welcome, Daddy." 

"Love you bud." Eddie gave him a big kiss on both cheeks. 

"Wove you too." Alex followed his dad's action and gave a kiss on either side of his scruffy cheeks. 

When Eddie put him down, Alex then ran off to his room, the excitement of Daddy opening his present gone. 

I stayed on the floor, willing the silent tears from my cheeks. 

"Aww baby." Eddie cooed. "Why are enough crying?" He knelt down beside me, pulling me into a hug. 

"I don't know. I'm just so happy and I love you" I cried harder into his chest. 

"Oh honey, I love you." He kissed the top of my head. 

When I was able to talk without being choked the lump in my throat, pulled away. "I actually have a present for you too." 

He looked down at me with soft eyes. "Sweetheart you didn't have to get me anything. You gave me that sweet boy in there, that's all I could ask for." 

I smiled. "Well, I didn't buy it so.." 

"Oh, you didn't? Then what is it?" 

"Well." I take his hand and place it on my stomach. "We're gonna have another baby." 

If Eddie were hooked up to a heart monitor I think the only sound in the room would be the flat line tone. He froze, eyes growing wide as he looked from my own down to where our hands rested on my stomach. 

"Really? Are you sure?" He asked, voice soft. 

I nod. "I took three tests, all positive, and I'm about three weeks late." 

A giant grin spread over his face and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes surfaced. "We're gonna have a baby." He surged forward, kissing me hard. "Fuck baby, that's the best thing you could have ever told me." Another kiss. 

I laugh. "I'm glad." 

He pulled us apart and rested his lips on my forehead as he held me close. "How the heck am I gonna top this for your Mother's Day present next year?" 

"Well, you could finish that bookcase I asked you to build me that you never started." 

He pulled away and looked and me sheepishly. "I will definitely get on that baby. Like right now, no need to wait till May. He hurriedly stood to his feet, helped me up too, gave me another kiss, then walked toward the garage where the supplies for the bookcase had been sitting for a few months. 

Ever so slightly could I hear, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna be a dad again."