#everything is completely fine it's fine don't worry about it

[demonic0angel]

EDA >:DD

Look, I just... I need more of that... Jorgu... Jorguman... Jorguamdnra?? I can't pronounce that shit— CLARK/DAN SHIP :33. Can we have a uhm, continuation <333

Don't break your wrist if you don't have any more ideas on how to continue it

-A.E. 👻

(Ayo, worry more about your thumb!! 😭)

Part 1

Superman continued to hold onto the man as they all traveled down the hallways silently. The woman, named Jazz, told him the story of what happened before he arrived.

Originally, she had ruled over the Infinite Realms, a place that was the opposite of the living realm, as queen regent, but when she gave up her position to their little brother Danny, he had been cursed alongside their little sister. Since previous rulers were forbidden from taking back the throne after being thrown off or abdicating, the crown was given to the other brother, Dan (nicknamed from Danny, which was weird).

“So now they’re children?” Superman asked for clarification, eying the two sleeping children in Jazz’s arms. They stepped over more bodies as they continued moving.

She nodded grimly. “The true crown belongs to Danny, since he is the one who acquired the crown through right of conquest. However, for the last few years, Dan has been the one taking up the role as king in order for there to be a ruler while the throne remains empty. He had been doing really good… he quit smoking, he stopped killing, he was healing…” The sad look in her eyes darkened into rage. “But the GIW ruined everything.”

“The GIW?” Superman asked, as he silently picked up a piece of debris to allow them all passage through the wrecked hallways.

“We call them the Guys in White, but their real name is the Ghost Investigation Ward, and they’re a government agency created and designed to hunt down ghosts. They’re a bunch of fanatic, genocidal hard heads who won’t rest until they nuke all ghosts and kill us all,” Jazz said, her tone venomous. “We can’t fight against them, so we’ve been largely distracting them with other targets. It seems that somehow, they found a way into the Ghost Zone to capture Danny and Ellie.”

The girl in her arms stirred and Jazz shushed her gently. “Shh, Dani, go back to sleep. It’s okay, I’m taking care of it.”

She fell back asleep and they didn’t stop moving. Superman digested the information, holding Dan closer to his chest. Said man was clinging onto him, arms wrapped around him as he remained asleep to the world.

He looked so innocent and lovely, unlike that murderous monster that Superman couldn’t understand just moments before.

But now, Superman was conflicted as he understood his motives.

“Why… Why did he relapse so badly?” Superman asked, a hand involuntarily moving from Dan’s back to stroke his long hair.

Jazz gave him a backwards glance and clarified, “Dan?”

“Yes.”

“… he didn’t come from our timeline. He’s from another world, where everyone in his family— us— died. He was possibly psychologically tortured by our godfather and then he broke down even further, enough that he asked to be split in two so he could feel better. It didn’t work. He nearly killed our godfather and then he absorbed the evil in him. It turned him insane and he destroyed everything. After he completely destroyed his world, he set sight on ours. He nearly killed me and Danny.”

Superman stared wide eyed at her. “And you forgave him?”

She turned back and smiled softly. “He’s my little brother. I’d forgive him for anything. And he’s much better now. He wasn’t well before. But he’s gotten help and he made the effort. He worked hard to be a better person, but the GIW set him back. So after we finish taking care of them, we’ll take care of him.”

Superman clutched at Dan even harder, a mixture of awe and inspiration taking over him. The movement must’ve jostled him, because Dan snuffled, rubbing his fine facial hair against Superman’s neck. Superman withheld a shudder and said determinedly, “I’ll help you.”

“Hmm. Much appreciated. Could you stop snuggling my little brother now?”

Superman blushed bright red. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” He hadn’t thought she would’ve noticed.

Jazz turned her head enough to give him a disdainful look but didn’t say anything. Danny, peeking over her shoulder, opened his eyes and glared at him. Superman flushed and loosened his grip on Dan, whose expression turned disgruntled from losing warmth as he whined.

Oh dear. How embarrassing.

[ofdragonsdeep]

28: Deleterious

Harmful often in a subtle or unexpected way.

The fourth Lightwarden exacts an unexpected price.

It had been a dour return from Ahm Araeng.

So far, Ar'telan had been able to assuage the concerns of the rest of the Scions. He was long-practised at putting on a brave face and bracing through the pain, and while they all suspected, only Y'shtola had really known for sure how bad the damage was.

'Had' being the operative word.

He had done a fine job at hiding it himself, he thought. He had staggered when the Light hit him, that was true, but none of the others had heard the sound like shattering glass, the uncanny hum of the Light that accompanied everywhere they hadn't brought back the night. The feeling like shards of glass under his skin, that didn't leave a physical mark. He had stood, he had given them a reassuring smile, and he had seen Haurchefant collapsed on the floor.

Ryne had been plying him with stabilising magic for the entire return journey, and she did not leave his side when they returned to the Crystarium proper. At Ar'telan's insistence, he had been taken to their room rather than the Infirmary.

"Is there something you'd like to tell us?" Y'shtola asked, watching as Thancred lay Haurchefant upon the bed.

"No," Ar'telan replied. There was a long moment, before she sighed.

"Keep your silence, then," she said.

"H-he said no," Ryne said, and that only made Y'shtola's frown deepen.

"There we go," Thancred said, stepping back from the bed to let Ryne dart in. "I don't suppose anyone has any theories as to what in the hells just happened?"

"Our companion was stood well behind the most of us," Urianger said, a contemplatitive tone in his voice. "Though the Lightwarden put up a fierce fight, he was surely spared the worst of it."

"But it was the moment it died that he fell," Alisaie said, one of her hands clenched into a fist. "It had to be that. What else could it have been?"

"Even freed from the complications of his corporeal aether, he is not of strong constitution," Alphinaud disagreed. "It could well have been simple exhaustion."

"With that timing?" Alisaie shot back.

"It's the Light," Ryne said. Her voice was quiet, but it cut across the argument all the same. "I can feel it. It's almost like what happens after an attack… but…"

"Can you contain it?" Y'shtola asked. Ryne nodded.

"I can. It's… It's not progressing like an injury would," she replied. "I felt it surge after the Lightwarden died, but it hasn't moved since."

"That's all well and good, but how?" Thancred asked, clearly bemused. Ar'telan made a noise, and all heads turned towards him.

"It's my fault," he said.

"How in the hells could it be your fault?" Alisaie all but snapped back. Ar'telan flinched at the force of it, and she relented, concern and worry clear in her eyes.

"I fear I must ask the same," Urianger agreed.

"Oh," Alphinaud said, understanding hitting him. "Oh. I… see."

"Share with the class, perhaps?" Alisaie demanded. Alphinaud glanced at Ar'telan, who closed his eyes and sighed.

"At the Vault…" he started, walking across the room to where Haurchefant lay, still as the grave. Ryne scurried out of his way, watching as he put one hand over where the spear of light had hit him, all those moons ago. "I… had to save him. I had to. Everything else, it… it didn't work. The wound wouldn't heal. The magic wouldn't touch it."

"Light-aspected aether acts as a potent paralytic of magic force," Alphinaud said. "It wouldn't have mattered how much we tried to heal, it wouldn't have made a difference."

"So I…" The memories were still overwhelming, even now. The Echo, replaying the moment over and over again. Holding Haurchefant's lifeless body in his hands, time after time. Fate pushing back against all his attempts to fight it. "I used my own aether to fill the hole."

"Your own aether?" Alisaie repeated, dumbfounded. Y'shtola, without context but smart enough to piece it together, narrowed her eyes.

"It would not have been a small effort to heal so grave a wound like that," she remarked. "It would have taken a noticable portion of your soul. Years of your life, and if you were lucky, that would be all it took."

"It was the only thing that worked," Ar'telan said, shaking his head. "I tried… I tried so many other things, but the Echo…"

"But if it's your aether in the wound, then…" Thancred began, swinging back around towards the bed. Nimble fingers unded the clasps on Haurchefant's armour, pulling up the chainmail beneath it at a speed that the knight would have appreciated, were he conscious.

The scar was hideous to behold at the best of times, a cracked network of tendrils like lightning fanning out from a clearly fatal wound, jagged and angry. Ar'telan had appreciated it as proof of healing, proof that Haurchefant had survived something that should never have lasted to scar to begin with, but now…

The lines, once carved by magic, were lined with gold. In the centre, where the spear had pierced his flesh, pure, alabaster white.

"Twelve preserve," Alisaie muttered, averting her gaze with a hand to her mouth.

"I-it's stable," Ryne said, though she did not sound certain about it. "I don't believe it will progress any further than it has. Given time, I might be able to contain it, bring him back around again."

"Ar'telan," Thancred said, his voice sharp.

"I'm fine," Ar'telan replied. "I'm not the one unconscious on the bed."

"You are a poor liar," Alphinaud said, folding his arms.

"I'm fine," Ar'telan repeated. He reached a hand out towards the mark, almost without thinking, and felt the tips of his fingers start to tingle.

He heard Ryne shout NO! with a force he had never heard her muster, felt Thancred tackle him to the floor. It should have hurt when he hit the floor, he thought. Those things should have hurt. But when every step felt like walking on glass, when every movement felt like breaking, he didn't register it. Just the feeling that it should have been his.

It was his. It was a part of him still, if he could only.

"Ar'telan. Ar'telan!" The sound of Y'shtola's voice snapped him back into the present. He felt the weight of Thancred, sat on him to hold him down, one hand- one hand on his gunblade?

"He needs to leave. Now," Ryne said, her voice shaking. Thancred glanced down at Ar'telan, and flinched away from him when he looked back.

"Yeah. Up with you, let's go," he agreed, shifting backwards and hauling Ar'telan to his feet after him. Ar'telan staggered, a dizziness in his head at the motion, and offered no resistance as Thancred escorted him out.

What was happening to him?

---

Thancred took him out of the Pendants entirely, leading him over to the Wandering Stairs with a hand at his back the entire time. Ar'telan watched, still shell-shocked, as Thancred pulled a chair out and sat him down in it, before easing himself into the one opposite and motioning to the barmaid for a drink.

"So. When were you going to tell us?" he asked. Ar'telan blinked.

"Tell you what?" he asked in return. His fingers felt stiff, barely moving at his command, but he fought through it. Thancred heaved a sigh.

"That you're dying, Ar'telan."

"I'm not."

Cylva came over with a tray, a flagon of ale placed in front of Thancred, and a mug of water in front of Ar'telan. She gave them both a long look, but said nothing before retreating back to the bar. Thancred gave her a nod of appreciation, and took a long drink.

"You're still a bad liar."

Ar'telan pulled the mug of water over and stared down into it, no intention to drink. The distorted reflection made his eyes look golden, and he grimaced.

"I'm fine. I can handle it."

Thancred leaned back in his chair, giving Ar'telan a long, measured look. It was rare to see such a serious look on his face, and Ar'telan had a hard time meeting his gaze.

"Alright. Sure. So we'll pretend that everything's fine and dandy with you. What about Haurchefant?" Ar'telan flinched. "His aether is your aether, apparently. A reckless move that puts even our resident sorceress to shame, by the way."

"None of you were there to dissuade me, in my defence." Thancred cracked a slight smile at that.

"Paragon of good decisions, me," he agreed. "But you can't pretend that it's ok. That you can carry on ignoring the consequences and pretending they'll go away."

"Ryne said he was stable."

"He is. But there's one Lightwarden left. And like it or not, a part of you would make a Sin Eater of him."

The silence was long, hanging uncomfortably in the bustle and clamour of the bar. Rather than stare at his unwanted drink, Ar'telan tried to memorise the patterns in the wood of the table, instead. Eventually, Thancred sighed.

"So. What was your plan?"

"I don't have a plan."

"Bollocks you don't. Tell me."

Ar'telan grimaced again. The motion felt sluggish, like trying to swim through muddy water, and he didn't like it.

"I… didn't have anything concrete," he said, holding up a hand when Thancred started to protest it. "I wasn't sure if it would be too much. I thought… I thought that if the Exarch believed I could do it, then the odds were good, surely. But I did… I did think about it." Thancred waited, arms crossed over his chest. "I thought if it was too much, I could… travel back to the Source. Without a destination."

"And pitch the Light into the Rift with you," Thancred finished, and Ar'telan nodded, once. He got another heavy sigh for his trouble. "Well, that's not going to work, is it?"

"I knew you'd say that."

"Putting aside my own concerns with your plan to kill yourself for the sake of this reflection, which we willbe revisiting at a later date, that is not what I meant," Thancred disagreed. "Because there's one Lightwarden left, and whether you can survive it or not, he can't."

"Ryne-"

"Cannot work miracles, Ar'telan! She's barely had this power for the span of a day, and you'd have her fend off the teeth of an entire Lightwarden?" Ar'telan stared back down at the table. "So I'd say that decides it, doesn't it? No more Lightwardens." Ar'telan took a deep breath. It did not steady him in the slightest.

"Someone must. And I am the only one here who can. You know that."

"Only because you're the only one the Exarch cared to think of!" Thancred exclaimed, before pulling himself back with a shake of his head when Ar'telan flinched away from him. "This can't be the only solution. I won't let it be. Even if I was fine with your idea to be rid of the Light, which I'm not, I won't let you go to your death knowing you've doomed him, too. I can't let you do that to yourself, do you hear me?" Ar'telan clenched his hands slowly into fists as Thancred spoke, wishing he could unhear it. Wishing he could go on not thinking about it. Pretending it was fine. Pretending he was enough of a hero to save this world. Pretending he hadn't failed them all.

"The last remaining Lightwarden is in Kholusia," he said, sidestepping it as if it mattered. "If the Eulmorran army's movements so far have been any indication, they won't let us ignore it. So unless you have some way to deal with them while we wait for a hero that isn't going to come-"

"It doesn't have to be you!" Thancred exclaimed, slamming his hands down on the table as he said it. "Every time, it's you. You who suffers, you who survives, you who has to weather the fallout. But it doesn't have to be! We… we can…"

"I'm the only one who can hold the Light. You know that." Thancred's clenched hands were shaking.

"But there has to be something," he said, voice catching on the words. "Something I can do. Anything that isn't just sitting here and watching you waste away."

The sound of Thancred's linkpearl cut through the silence that was all Ar'telan had to offer in reply. Ar'telan put a hand to his ear automatically, but it was only Thancred they were speaking to this time.

"You're sure?" Surprise replaced the pain on his face, just for a moment. "Alright. I'll- yes, I know, I know." He looked over at Ar'telan. "Ryne says he's awake." A hand touched against his before he could even begin to rise from his chair. "And you can't go."

"Don't tell him," Ar'telan managed, and Thancred sighed.

"You know I don't have any choice, Ar'telan," he replied, and that was the end of that.

---

The silence stretched out in front of him like a shroud.

It felt like a particularly capricious kind of cruelty. At least when Haurchefant had lain still and unresponsive in the chirurgeon's bed, Ar'telan had been able to be there. When they hadn't been sure if he would wake again, Ar'telan had been able to be there. When the consequences of Ar'telan's actions had-

No, no, that wasn't fair. Haurchefant had chosen to be there at the Vault - had fair begged his father to be allowed to accompany them. Had chosen to block the spear of his own volition. And, if every cursed Echo-vision he had clawed his way through had been right, had been happy to do it, if it meant Ar'telan lived another day.

Thancred was right. It was always him. Always him surviving, always he who found the bodies, always he who made the final stand, the successful stand. It wasn't fair to punish others for the hook fate pulled him along with. Wasn't fair to damn others by proximity. He had consoled himself with the knowledge that at least this was his choice - that he was leaving so many behind, but it would only be him that had to die. And he wasn't even allowed that simple solace.

"You look stiff as a corpse," Ardbert's voice remarked from behind him, and he let out a heavy sigh. Of course the ghost had seen all of that. Of course he knew what Ar'telan had done by proxy. Of course. If he had simply died back there in the Bowl of Embers like they'd wanted, would it have saved them?

No. Elidibus had sought a Rejoining, not salvation. It wouldn't have achieved anything other than further suffering.

"Not having the best day, I take it."

Ardbert couldn't sit in the chairs, but he stood where Thancred had been sat, crouching down to try and mimic the action. Ar'telan watched him with tired eyes.

"You don't have a solution."

No-one looked askance at him for signing to empty air, at least. Ardbert sighed.

"No. I don't," he agreed. "If I did, I'd've offered it long before now." The idea seemed to sit poorly with him - he was just as frustrated as Thancred, what passed for his body tense and unhappy. "If I could take the Light for you, I would. Hells, if I could take it for him I would. It's not like I can get any deader."

"I think you could manage it."

Ar'telan managed a slight smile at that, but it didn't seem to amuse Ardbert all that much.

"I hate to watch it," he admitted. "Back then, she… she said I had a role to play. But if that role is to watch you die, I don't want it!" He tried to kick the table, and his foot went straight through the legs. "But if you want, I… I'll stay with him. Hells only know he won't be going to Kholusia with you."

"I don't think the others are going to let me go to Kholusia, Ardbert."

"Aye, but when has that ever stopped you?" Ardbert replied, the ghost of a grin on his face. Ar'telan grimaced.

"You can't. You're tied to me, aren't you?"

"Sure am. But if there's enough of you in his soul to be turning him into a ghost, I reckon there's enough for me to stick around. For you, if no-one else." He frowned then "Do you think he can see me?"

"Ask him yourself."

"Maybe I will," Ardbert retorted, then sighed. "Look, it's not much. It's barely anything. But it's something, isn't it? Something I can do. Something…"

Ar'telan picked up his hands to reply, but Cylva came over to them then. Ardbert regarded her with an indecipherable look as she picked up Thancred's empty flagon, before turning her gaze to Ar'telan.

"Not a drinker?" she asked, and Ar'telan grimaced. "No problem." She picked up the empty mug, shuffling the other empty glasses on her tray around to accomodate it. "Keep your chin up. Times are strange, these days, but the Crystarium has your back." She put a hand on his shoulder, as if to reassure, and the touch felt real, rather than the horrible numbness that kept haunting him. He blinked.

"…Thanks," he managed. "We'll finish it. I swear."

"Aye, I'm sure you will," Cylva agreed. There was no joy in her voice at the thought. "Best of luck to you."

"If only we'd known," Ardbert murmured, his voice quiet. "I'll be right back, eh?"

And for the first time since he had arrived in the First, Ar'telan found himself truly alone.

---

Ar'telan was not allowed into the same room as Haurchefant, nor even to see him, but even stood outside listening to the Scions talk, he could feel him. Or feel himself, that tiny, pulsing point of light and aether that had bridged the gaps in Haurchefant's own. Saving him to damn him later.

Ar'telan would never forgive the Exarch for the price they were paying.

Ryne explained that Haurchefant had been told what was happening. What it meant. He had immediately offered to take the aether of the final Lightwarden himself, as if that would help matters any, and been roundly denied.

At a time that Ar'telan could roughly match to Ardbert seeking him out, he had gone from "conscious" to "sitting up", and had been forbidden from trying to stand. The diagnosis was grim: he would not survive the final Lightwarden. And, by extension, neither would Ar'telan.

Urianger and Y'shtola had followed this up with an argument that Ar'telan had missed in its entirety, sat wallowing in his own misery in the Wandering Stairs. Y'shtola had gone to seek out the Exarch, and Urianger had retreated to a private room, clearly conflicted. The twins were still with Haurchefant, and Thancred had gone to add his weight to the suggestion that the man didn't move, and that led to Ar'telan finding himself alone with Ryne, stood in the middle of the chaos and entirely separate from it all.

"I have a suggestion," she admitted, after glancing at the door to ensure nobody would overhear it. "But I don't… think they'll like it."

"That doesn't bode well for my approval," Ar'telan said, and she raised clasped hands to her chest, as if to protect it.

"N-no, but… it's all we have," she said. "I'm not… as strong as you. I don't have a soul like yours. But I do have… Minfilia. Her Blessing."

"No."

"I'm not saying I should do it alone!" Ryne said, her voice almost rising enough that she could be overheard. A terrified glance at the door confirmed that she had realised that herself, and she quickly shook her head. "But if I stand there with you, I can… I can take just a little."

"…That won't save us." It felt cruel to sign that to her, to dash her youthful hopes upon the rocks. She took a deep breath.

"It won't save you," she agreed, her fingers tightening. "But it… it might save him." She glanced back at the room once more. "I feel like… there's something there with him. Watching over him. I can't explain it, but he feels a little safer. So I think if I took just a little, it would be enough for him to not be overwhelmed." She bit her lip at that, staring down at the floor for a long while before daring to look back up for his answer.

"But not me," he said. She nodded. Gods, what was he doing? She was just a child. She and the twins both shouldn't have had to shoulder that knowledge - the knowing what he was going to do. Knowing they couldn't save him. For all his vaunted strength, he couldn't even protect those he cared about the most. "Fine," he said. "If it'll save Haurchefant… that's enough." He could see her resolve waver, her uncertainty sink in. Every trembling limb, the drop of blood on the edge of a well-worried lip, the stiff way she stood. She would blame herself for the rest of her life for not being enough, he knew that. And there was nothing he could do about it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, and Ar'telan shook his head.

"You are the last person who has to apologise for this."

He had made his choice. He had steeled himself long ago for this eventuality.

He just wished that he could say goodbye.

[weidli]

thorsten leaning on sebastian's desk like this. while sebastian is sitting at it. swr why no zoomed out shot of this where we can see the situation properly. swr. swr come back here i need to talk to you

[vse-kar-vem]

how to write vent post title that does not come off as self-pitying and or accusatory (because it's NOT !)

[minhmynchi]

its 4 am and well, im not doomscrolling but i have thoughts lol... i should turn them off and go back to sleep

[xhanisai]

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[taeyungie]

hi ♡ i guess i'm back? 🥹

here's a little life update! i think you guys deserve it after my absence that lasted longer than even i expected it to last ;( i am very sorry about that. i miss everyone here and bangtan so much, you have no idea. the reason for all that is that for the past months i have been going through a lot of things and changes in my life. there were good and bad things happening, time flies extra fast, days melt into one and i didn't even notice the past half a year pass. although i think my absence was unavoidable in these circumstances i just thought that you guys deserve to know what's been up with me for the past months haha i have received a lot messages and reminders that people remember about me and that they miss me and i just want to send all of you my biggest apologies for leaving you for so long with no response, as well as all my love and gratitude! 🥺 i think i've been always fairly transparent on here so if anyone wanted to know more I'll leave some more details in the tags but basically I just hope that soon i will be able to become more active again and respond to messages ❤️❤️❤️ i hope everyone is doing great 🥰

[icewindandboringhorror]

I think the hardest thing in writing for me sometimes is the like “show don’t tell/let people communicate through subtext/Normal People don’t just walk around openly explaining their motivations for everything That’s Unnatural” thing because like.. I literally DO walk around openly explaining my motivations for everything, that is how I talk, I am an analytical detail oriented over-communicator who explains everything as thoroughly as possible and and will give a fully detailed 2 minute long answer to something simple like “how are you doing today?” .. like it’s hard to make things sound Natural and Normal when you yourself are inherently unnatural and abnormal in your methods of communication to an extent lol

[patolemus]

Spread the word people! Let’s raise awareness!

"AO3 doesn't need a "dislike" button"

Um, actually, it already has one. Depending on your specs, it might look a little different but over all it looks kinda like this:

You can find it at the corner of your screen, which corner is dependent on your layout.

Anyway, if you dislike a fic, you can hit this Dislike Button until the fic goes away. It really is pretty amazing actually.

[girlscience]

the adrenaline rush after talking to someone who gives you severe anxiety but the conversation went super well and was super helpful: unparalleled

[charactersaremylife]

I think I spend perhaps a significant amount of time making stories in my brain, on more than one occasion my dreams have relayed themselves to me in a semi-coherent visual that I am fully not a part of. Also I did just have an upsettingly visceral zombie dream that I woke up feeling panicky about. The method of "zombies aren't real and none of that happened" was not nearly as soothing as asking myself how that scenario would resolve, and how would the story be told so that things would turn out alright.

[sunni-stuff]

Price who fumbles at first sight of his new assistant; falls head over heals immediately. There's no way you needed this job; surely you had a boyfriend or someone to take care of your pretty little head.

Price who barely giving you any work, at most, you'd have a single sheet on your desk needing to be signed and then sending you off early, giving you his card to spend to your hearts content. Don't worry about the stack of papers on his desk. No need for someone like you to lift a finger.

Price who sets up to have you stay late on some days when he finds out you're single. He insists on taking you out to dinner. It's the least he can do for taking up your time, dovie. Brings you to a real fancy place and doesn't hide the satisfied smirk on his face when you comment how you've never been somewhere so nice before.

Tries to be respectful as you talk about your day, but his eyes keep straying down to the tight bodice you're wearing, breast pushing up real nice, giving him a good view while he drinks from his wine glass. Though he damn near breaks it when the waiter lingers too long, badgering you about a refill when really he wanted another glance at what he can't have.

The night ends with Price taking a really tispy you home and fucking you face down into the mattress. His hands roam your back, trailing from your spine down to your ass, squeezing every bit of flesh he can get his paws on. He commits everything about you to memory.

The way you moan when he kisses your neck, the way he can make you tighten around him by playing with the curves of your body, and how your orgasm sounds like church bells ringing. He decides right then and there he wants to keep you forever, he cums twice that night, pumping you nice and full.

The next day, Price shows up to work excitedly, thinking you'd finally throw him a bone, tell him that you see more than just one night. He's completely disappointed when you treat him the same. Oh, okay, that's fine. If everything that occurred was just for the moment, he could live with that. Price lives through the memory. It keeps him up at night, leaving him painfully yearning for you.

For a while, this continues until you walk into his office a couple of weeks later, all nervous, stuttering over your own words, claiming you missed your period.

P2

[em-ontv]

Soothe and pamper.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader

Summary: it had been a long week of hunting, and Dean said he was fine… until you came in, of course.

Content: fluff, Dean being needy and overdramatic (and clingy), no use of y/n, Sam being the third wheel (kind of)

English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes!

Word count: 653

Dean Winchester was a master at the "I'm fine" act. After years of being on the hunt, he could brush off a rough week like it was second nature. So, when Sam asked if he was okay after their latest exhausting hunt, he just scoffed, as usual.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Dean said, waving a dismissive hand like he was brushing off a pesky fly, as if he hadn't spent the last seven days chasing after demons across two states.

"Quit worrying, Sammy."

Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't press any further. This was like Dean's default setting—deny, deflect, and pretend like everything was cool, even if he looked like he'd been chewed up and spat out.

But then, you walked into the room.

As soon as Dean caught sight of you, his entire demeanor shifted. The tough-as-nails hunter, who moments ago had been shrugging off his brother's concern, let out an over-the-top groan so loud it echoed through the bunker.

You barely had a chance to say a word before Dean threw himself into your arms like a wounded soldier returning from battle.

"This week—oh, you wouldn't believe it!" He buried his face into your shoulder with a pitiful groan, his voice muffled against your shirt. "It's been so bad, baby. So bad."

You could feel the weight of his body sag against yours, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck.

It would've been pathetic if it wasn't so funny.

"I don't know how I made it out alive," Dean continued, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "The food was nasty, the motel beds were terrible, and don't even get me started on the demons!"

You ran your fingers through his hair as he rambled on, completely lost in the comfort of being with you.

"Do you see this?" He gestured toward his body. "I'm a broken man."

Sam, watching this unfold, rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "You've gotta be kidding me."

And Dean ignored him completely.

"You're the only one who understands, sweetheart." He whined, clinging onto you like his life depended on it. "Sam's no help, he doesn't get it."

"Dean," you said, struggling to keep a straight face. "You were fine like five seconds ago."

"What are you talking about?" He squeezed you tighter, feigning innocence. "I was just holding it all in. I didn't want to scare Sammy. But now... now I can finally let it all out."

"Uh-huh," you said dryly. "And how much of this is just you wanting to get pampered?"

Dean gasped in mock offense, pulling back to look at you again. "Me? Using my genuine suffering to get pampered? I would never—"

You raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated for a second, then smirked. "Okay, maybe a little."

Sam snorted in the background, shaking his head as he headed for the door. "You two are ridiculous," he called over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.

You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. "Well, what can I do to make it better, Dean?"

He was still leaning heavily into your embrace. "You. Me. Bed. Cuddles... for my emotional well-being, of course."

You smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "And all your troubles will disappear?"

"Exactly," Dean grumbled, sounding so serious you had to hold back a laugh. "Exactly." He sighed, content now, taking advantage of the situation for all it was worth.

"And if you throw in a back rub, I'll be a whole new man by morning." He added, his lips twitched into a smile.

"Alright, drama queen. But only because I know how hard it is to be you." you laughed softly.

"You're the only one who understands." Dean murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.

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Yuu Needs a Hug 2

SUMMARY: What their comforting hugs are like when you're feeling sad or under the weather? And how would they behave if you started crying in their arms?

CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)

*Platonic

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship

WORD COUNT: An average of 370 words per character.

COMMENTS: When I feel a little sad and down, I often imagine these things to help me fall asleep. I thought you might like them too. 😘

(I don't know why I keep increasing the number of words as I go through the dorms.)

Yuu Needs a Hug 1 (Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle)

CONTEXT: This is what they would do if they were already in a relationship with you. Except for Ortho, he's more like a cute little brother.

Of course Kalim already hugs you on a daily basis. And in public or private it is completely indifferent to him. His hugs range from casual (as if simply standing next to you wasn't an option) to loving and affectionate.

And it's more towards the latter that he tends to go for when you ask him for a hug. His arms completely wrapped around you, his cheek touching yours. His reassuring smile asking you what you need. "You can ask me for anything! You know that, right? Oh! I know! How about a carpet ride? Do you think that might help?"

Let's face it, he's not the type to cuddling with you while the two of you are lying on a couch resting (Jamil would love that, less work for him) No. He's the type to cuddling with you, yes, but lying on a flying carpet who knows how many meters from the ground. Or maybe lying in the Oasis if you show him that you're afraid of being that high without safety measures.

He will hug you like he never wants to let you go again. He will offer you fruits and other things to snack on, talk to you, etc.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, part of him will panic, but the big brother part of him will stop him from showing it so as not to worry you even more. He will hug you tighter and kiss your forehead and cheeks. “Don't worry, you can cry as much as you need. Everything will be fine in the end, you'll see.”

When your crying calms down or stops, he will take his magic pen and, with his water powers, make a rainbow appear over you. A way for him to try to make you smile again.

Jamil ONLY hugs you in private. He hates being the center of attention and/or showing his feelings in public, especially affection. BUT when he hugs you when the two of you are alone and he can finally rest, his hugs are charmingly peaceful.

He loves to lay with you, wrapping his arms restfully around you. He's always stressed, but with you, he can rest, and his cuddles show that.

He likes both having him lay on top of you with his head on your chest, letting you play with his hair, and having you lay on top of him and him being able to caress your head. He's also not at all shy about giving you kisses, quite the opposite, he likes to be himself with you, even if it means being naturally seductive.

But when you are sad, he will restrict himself to being sensitive and reassuring. He will probably prepare your favorite food or dessert to make you feel better. And, while hugging you, kiss your forehead.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will panic a little (as you are used to seeing when Kalim does something that puts himself at risk) You're the one who's going to have to calm him down first before he can calm you down. “*Sigh* Please don't do this to me.” he'll say with a subtle pout, which might make you smile a little too. He will hug you tighter, something that is extremely rare for him, and let you cry all you need.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll use his magic pen to bring tissues to you, so he doesn't have to move away from you. And as you wipe your tears, he will pat your head and say: "Whatever is worrying you, I'm sure it will pass." in a reassuring, loving voice that only you know.

Vil just doesn't hug you in public because he's a public figure and he prefers not to be the target of gossip, much less involve you in it. He doesn't hide that you're in a relationship, but you know, the less people see about the two of you, the less headaches you'll have. If it weren't for this, he would have no problem showing his affection for you. So he just demonstrates it in private.

However, he is more of a kisser than a hugger. It's more characteristic of him to kiss your cheek, or hold your chin to kiss your lips, than to hug you. Which ends up making these comfort hugs even more special and exclusive.

He'll start hugging you standing up, but if you really want to sit down then he'll let you sit on his lap. This will probably wrinkle his clothes, but he knows his priorities, and you are at the top of his list right now.

Just like him, his hugs are delicate and elegant, but firm enough to convey the feeling of protection and care. One of the arms is always around your waist, while the other is always on the top of your back or on your head, to be close to your face. That way he can caress your cheeks. And he will always plant a kiss on your forehead here and there.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you’ll probably have the reflex to move away so as not to stain his clothes, and apologize. But at that moment you will feel his hand, stopping you from moving away. “Don't be silly.” he will tell you “And honestly, it hurts me a little that you think I value my clothes, which can simply be washed, more than you.” And he will encourage you to cry on his shoulder, remaining calm and understanding.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll get all the tissues he needs and start explaining all the steps of a facial cleansing routine for when you cry. If you ask him how he knows so much about it he will answer you with a smile: "My sweet potato, don't tell me you think I never cry."

In public, Epel likes to hug you as a way of showing off your relationship. But cute, comforting hugs? These are only for when you are alone.

This is one of those moments when you bring out his prideful side. You wanting him to be the person who comforts you when you're sad is a way of showing that you see strength and reliability in him, right? And it makes him proud of himself and happy that you can feel safe with him.

He will be extremely sweet and cute with you. He knows that this is what makes other people, especially you, more calm and comfortable.

He doesn't like hugging you standing up, especially if you're taller than him, even if it's just 1cm. But, the same, or worse, happens if he lets you sit on his lap, so it's most likely that he'll sit next to you. OR if you can and want, he prefers to lie with you with your head on his chest. If you're shorter than him, scratch everything, he'll hug you in any way.

After a while, he will probably get distracted by something else that doesn't stop the two of you from holding each other, like reading a book or studying a little.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he'll panic a little, to the point of asking you what's going on in his dialect that you barely understand. What he needs to know most is if you're crying because of him. He'll be very relieved to know it wasn't him, and will hug you tighter.

When your crying calms down or stops, he will ask you how you are feeling and suggest that you two do something he used to do with his grandmother or his parents when he was also sad and needed to feel better.

Few things are as indifferent to Rook as showing his love for you in public as he does in private (with just a few reservations). So he will hug you whenever you ask, regardless of where you are, so be careful when and where you ask.

Despite everything, it's rare for him to kiss or hug you. It's not that he doesn't like it, quite the contrary, he likes doing these two things so exclusive and special that he ends up keeping them as a "reward" for the two of you.

But this case is an exception to his love game. After all, one of the players is injured.

His comforting hugs are full of love and care, yet gentle despite so much emotional intensity. He will gladly hug you however you wish, standing, sitting on his lap, lying under the shade of a tree or anything else, even if unusual, he will do it with pleasure.

And of course he will use his charming and flattering vocabulary to try to help with your emotional recovery.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you will feel the surprise in his body, and he will hold your face with both hands to gently move you away from his chest and look at your face. If you try to hide your face he will say: “Oh non, trickster! Such a display of feelings is beautiful. Such a neglected and hidden beauty. Please allow me to appreciate it for a moment.” he will caress your cheeks with his thumbs “I promise this will only make me love you more and better.” and he will kiss your cheeks, also tasting the saltiness of your tears.*

He is extremely patient and will do nothing but hug and cuddle you until your crying stops completely and/or you are the one who breaks the hug when you feel better.

It's OBVIOUS that Idia doesn't hug you in public. He can barely SHOW UP in public. All your hugs, kisses, flirting, etc. are TOP SECRET!

He loves it when you sit on his lap while he is at the computer, especially when he is playing. You can sit however you want, but what he loves most is when you have your back to the computer, your chest against his, your legs behind the chair and your head lying on his shoulder. Or your chin on his shoulder while you play on your phone. The naturalness and relaxation with which he has you close to him like this is quite reassuring.

1000% chance he created a new chair with a design that both of you are comfortable in that position.

There's a good chance he'll simply respond "Same..." if you mention that you're sad or depressed. If you laugh, he might say "Hey, weren't we supposed to be sad together? Traitor! You literally just did the IRL version of sending a crying emoji while you were actually laughing behind the screen. Like, who does that? What is socially accepted is for you to pretend you are happy when you are sad.” And if this makes you laugh even harder: “Stop laughing! It's contagious! Hee hee hee.”

If you happen to be so depressed to the point where you suddenly start crying on his shoulder, he will PaNiC! He’ll immediately let go of the mouse and keyboard and hug you! “WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!” You'll have to calm him down first before he can "try" to calm you down.

He will completely understand, even if you don't even know why you're crying. But he won't know how to console you and he'll admit it. He will simply hug you, not tighter but more affectionately. And bury his face in your shoulder too, and whisper a muffled: "...Same...".

You'll probably laugh at the same time as you'll be frustrated with him. “It's true!” he’ll say “Why do you always laugh when I share my sadness with you?!” he says knowing it's not true “What do you mean the WAY I say it? ... Weirdo~” he says smiling.

Unfortunately Ortho cannot hug you. At least not how he would like. The flame in his chest can burn you, and the heat exhaust ports too.

The first time he saw you sad and in need of a hug, he was also sad for being unable to hug you and then he had an idea: "Let's ask my brother to make huggable gear!"

“What do you want me to do? A teddy bear gear or something?” Idia will say, but then he will realize that if he does it HE will also be able to hug Ortho. “I’m on it!”

If Idia starts working on it, but for some reason he runs out of motivation because he thinks it's boring or a useless gear, Ortho will choose one of the following 2 options: A) convince him to do it because he reeeeeally wants to hug you and his big brother. Or B) He will say that if Idia doesn't do it, whenever you are sad Ortho will force him to be the one to hug you.

"I wouldn't mind that much..." Idia whispers. "What?" Ortho asks. "NOTHING, Nothing... I’ll make the gear."

After Gear is ready, whenever you feel sad and need a hug, Ortho will be very happy. "YAY!!! HUG GEAR TIME!!!" and will take you to Ignihyde to change gear.

Your comfort hugs will end up being three-way hugs because Idia also wants to hug his little brother. And maybe after a while he'll start hugging you too?

Ortho will also suggest you play with him to cheer you up. That and he also loves playing with you. And suggest other ways to cheer someone up, which he found on the internet.

Malleus has no problem hugging you in public. He just doesn't do it because everyone who cares about him (especially Sebek) says that, in his position, it's better to keep these romantic gestures private. A way to prevent annoying gossip.

He doesn't initiate hugs, but he absolutely loves it when you ask him for them (And they are always the best solution for when he has his "tantrums") Your wish is his command. He's just sorry that he can't hug you with the same strength that he loves you. But with each passing day it seems that he gets better and better at measuring his strength for you.

He loves to hug you in anyway. Even if he has to use his magic to levitate you if you are both standing, due to the great difference in heights. But comfort hugs are special, and whenever you ask for them, he immediately stops whatever he might be doing and sits on a couch so you can sit on his lap and lay your head on his chest or shoulder.

Whatever you ask he will do. “What do you need to feel better? Would you like me to create a fireworks show? Make flowers grow and drawing your image in a garden? Order my attendants to create a show to entertain us, and a banquet? ... What? You just want my company?” he will laugh with joy, not only because you ask little of him, but because you simply want him.

All his attention will be on you. He will talk to you, suggest that you have tea together, and kiss your forehead and cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will look at you on maximum alert! “What is wrong, my love? Did I make a mistake? Am I hurting you in some way?” He will loosen the hug out of fear that he might be hugging you too tightly without realizing it.

After you reassuring him by telling that it's not his fault that you're crying and that he's doing everything right, his questions will change to: “In that case... is it someone else's fault you're crying?” You will hear thunderstorms forming outside. “You can tell me the name. I will make sure they never disturb you again.” You will have to calm him down again and explain that it is no one's fault.

Only then will he relax a little, hug you again with care and affection and let you cry on his shoulder, while stroking your head. “And he will tell you that IF one day someone hurts you, no matter how small the damage may be, you can tell him, okay?”

"Or you can simply mention how close you are to Malleus Draconia and they will run away screaming for forgiveness and mercy." Lilia will say another time.

Malleus won't let go of you until he's completely and absolutely sure that you're okay again. Or not, the truth is that he likes having you like this in his arms. (Just five more minutes~)

Silver is not the type to initiate hugs because he's to oblivious for that. But he always hugs you when you ask, regardless of the reason. You may not even have a reason, you want a hug so it's a hug he delivers.

And he's also not the type to change his behavior towards you depending on whether you're in public or not. He gives you all the hugs you want anyway.

Normally what happens is that you'll ask him for a hug, he'll say "Sure, but is there a reason?" and if you answer that there is none in particular, he will simply smile (that rare smile that only those closest to him know exists) and accept your answer, opening his arms so you can hug him.

If you say you want a hug because you're feeling sad, he'll continue with his natural poker face, but anyone who knows him will know that he's worried, but calm so as not to worry you.

He will hug you any way you want. If you want the two of you to sit down so you can sit on his lap, he will do it. He might even pick you up to do it, and if you ask him why he's taking you to a bench or couch like that, he'll say something like, "Oh, I thought you wanted to sit down because you were feeling tired. Sorry." If you say it's no problem, he'll smile and continue carrying you in his arms until you both sit down.

He'll just hug you like he normally does. Despite his strong arms, he hugs you with care and affection. Having you like this in his arms puts him at ease, to the point of... zzz... where he fell asleep, with his arms without letting go of you.

But if you start crying on his shoulder, he'll sense it! He will wake up faster than any alarm could wake him up. And when he sees you crying, he will immediately ask what happened, and apologize for sleeping when you needed him.

Even if your answer is that you don't know, that will be enough for him. He will hug you again in a surprisingly sweet and delicate way, and somehow, he won't go back to sleep until you feel better. He is now on guard!

In the same way that he only hugs you when you ask, he only lets go of you when you tell him to let you go. If you tell him he "can" stop hugging you, he won't do it until you are absolutely sure that that is what you want.

If Sebek is dating you it's because he adores you as much as he adores Malleus and Lilia. In a different way of course, but if he got to the point of becoming your boyfriend it's because he went through the phase of seeing you as an "inferior human" and somehow you turned a switch in his head that made him start to adore you.

There are times when he still treats you the way he did before, but when you need him, like when you're sad and need a hug, he becomes your servant (practically).

He will treat you like royalty in much the same way he treats Malleus. The difference is that he sees you as someone "weaker" who is incapable of changing the fact that you need his protection and so he ends up being more caring.

He doesn't initiate hugs even if he wants to. First he will flatter you until you want a hug from him, even if it is just to thank you for your compliments. Basically, he only hugs you after you give him your consent.

Just as he has no shame in showing the respect and adoration he has for Malleus and Lilia, he also has no problem showing affection for you in public if you so desire. But there are still certain things he prefers to do when it's just the two of you, like these comforting hugs. He also lets you sit on his lap if you want, but it will take him a long time to get used to it.

Since he has always dedicated himself to his training as a soldier and guard, he is not very good at hugging. You will always feel that he is a little tense due to his lack of experience and you will have to be the one to relax him if you want better hugs.

Even if you suggest that he read a book while you're hugging on the couch, he'll decline it. If you're so sad that you, don't want, but need a hug, it's because you need him, and if you need him, he'll automatically enter his guard mode, which means all his attention will be on you.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, what was once the closest thing to a relaxed hug becomes tense again, and he will panic in his own way, controlling himself so as not to accidentally raise his voice. “What happened?! Is there something wrong?! Did I do something wrong!?” You'll have to calm him before he can calm you... or at least try.

If you say that you don't know why you're crying or don't have a specific reason, he'll sigh in frustration and say: “You can't just start crying out of nowhere! I mean... you can, but... I wasn't trained for this. I don't know what to do.” You explain to him that you don't need anything special, just him, but this may take longer than a simple explanation.

He will guard you in his arms until you are both absolutely sure that you are feeling better.

Of course Lilia already hugs you in public on a daily basis, out of nowhere, and often he is the one initiating the hugs, knowing of course that you also want to receive them.

And of course he knows very well how to give comforting hugs. After all, he’s a loving single father.

Many times you don't even need to ask, he will simply look at your face or posture and offer it. “Aw~ You are not using your usual smile. Are you feeling well?” and even if you barely answer he will understand “No? Does my little thorny flower need a hug~?”

But if you're the one asking for the hug, his eyes will widen in surprise and then he'll break into a huge smile. “Awwww~ But of course I'll give you all the hugs you want! Khe he he. You really can surpass me in cuteness sometimes. How could I say no to you~?”

Even though he likes to give you hugs in public, he knows that these types of hugs are better in private, so you feel more comfortable too.

He gives one of the best if not the best hugs. They are firmly affectionate. At the same time that you feel his arms comfortably wrapping around you with a light loving grip, you also feel that they are strong enough to protect you from anything.

He's more of a hugger than a kisser. At most, he can give you light kisses on the cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he won't panic at all. He will simply and calmly look at you, tilt your head up by placing his fingers on your chin and ask: “Aw~ What's wrong, my thorny flower?” as he wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. “Is this moment too cute to handle? Khe he.”

Regardless of your answer, he will say with a reassuring smile: “It's okay. You can cry on my shoulder all you need. As long as I can glimpse your wonderful smile again.”

After you feel better, he will suggest cooking one of your favorite dishes or desserts to make you feel better. SAVE YOURSELF!

*Don't look at me like that. We all know Rook is weird. I'm just trying to be true to the character.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[harrysfolklore]

yn piastri fretting over oscar’s broken rib and oscar’s like, “gee you’re worst than mum” & nicole’s just like, “yeah i don’t need to worry about oscar when yn’s around”

the rumors are true: i'm obsessed with writing this little scenarios

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"Are you absolutely sure you're comfortable? Maybe we should prop you up a bit more," you hover anxiously over Oscar, adjusting his pillow for the third time in as many minutes." Oh, and do you need more ice? I can run and get some. Actually, should we call the doctor again? Just to double-check everything's okay?"

"YN, I'm fine," Oscar groans, "It's just a broken rib, not the end of the world. I'll be racing in Hungary next weekend anyway."

"What? No, absolutely not!" your eyes widen in alarm. "You can't race with a broken rib, Oscar. That's insane!"

Oscar rolls his eyes dramatically. "It's cracked, not broken. And I've been cleared by the medical team," he stresses, "You're worse that mum sometimes."

From her seat in the corner, Nicole chuckles. "Oh yeah, I don't even have to worry about you when your sister is around. She's got the overprotective mother role covered."

"Thanks, Mum," you say, turning to her. "My therapist has great opinions about it. She says my anxiety comes from a place of love."

"Yeah, well, your love is suffocating me right now," Oscar snorts.

"Osc, I'm just worried about you," you stressed again, "It's too dangerous. What if you crash? What if your rib punctures a lung? What if-"

"What if aliens invade during the race?" Oscar interrupts, mimicking your concerned tone. "What if a meteor hits the track? What if I suddenly forget how to drive?"

"This isn't funny, Oscar! I'm serious!"

"So am I! Carlos nearly drove with a burst appendix, and he was fine!"

Carlos, who's been quietly watching the siblings' back-and-forth like a tennis match, pipes up. "Well, 'fine' might be stretching it. I was in quite a bit of pain, actually."

You whirled on Carlos, who suddenly looked very interested in the ceiling. "Oh, don't even get me started on that piece of stupidity!"

"In my defense," Carlos cleared his throat awkwardly. "I didn't actually race…"

"Only because the team had more sense than you did!" you exclaimed.

"Back when you pretended to hate Carlos but you were at the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was at the hospital," Oscar teased, making you roll your eyes.

"That's not the point right now," you crosses your arms over your chest, glaring at Oscar. "We're talking about your safety, not my past… concerns."

"Oh, but I think it is relevant," Oscar grins mischievously, sensing an opportunity. "Remember how you kept texting the group chat every five minutes when Carlos was in the hospital? 'Just being a decent human being,' you said. As if we couldn't see right through you."

You feel your cheeks heat up, aware of Carlos' gaze on you. "That's... that's completely irrelevant," you stammer.

"Is that so, hermosa?" Carlos chuckles softly, moving to stand beside you. "I didn't know you cared so much back then."

You shoot Carlos a look that's half embarrassment, half exasperation. "Don't you start. And you," you turn back to Oscar, pointing an accusing finger, "stop trying to change the subject. We're talking about your cracked rib and your ridiculous idea to race with it."

Nicole, who's been watching the exchange with poorly concealed amusement, decides to intervene. "Alright, kids, let's all take a breath. YN, honey, I understand you're worried. But Oscar's right - he's been cleared by the medical team. They wouldn't let him race if it wasn't safe."

"But-" you start to protest, only to be cut off by Oscar.

"No buts," he says firmly. "I appreciate the concern, sis, I really do. But this is my job, and sometimes it comes with risks. I promise I'll be careful, okay?"

You sigh, feeling your resolve weaken. "Fine. But I swear, Oscar, if you so much as wince during that race, I'm storming the track myself."

"Now that I'd pay to see. YN vs. Formula 1 security," Carlos jokes, "My money's on you, mi amor."

As you and Oscar continue to bicker, your mom and Carlos exchange amused glances. Carlos leans towards her, speaking in a low voice.

"Has YN always been like this?" he asks, a fond smile playing on his lips as he watches you fuss over Oscar.

"Oh, you have no idea," Nicole chuckles softly. "This is actually quite mild compared to when they were kids. There was this one time when Oscar was about seven, and he fell off his bike. Scraped his knee pretty badly. YN, who was ten at the time, went into full nurse mode."

"What did she do?" Carlos raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Well," she continues, "She insisted on 'quarantining' Oscar in his room for a week, claiming he needed complete bed rest. She even made a 'Do Not Disturb: Patient Recovering' sign for his door. Poor Oscar was going stir-crazy by day two, but YN wouldn't let him leave. She brought him all his meals, read him stories, everything."

Carlos can't help but laugh at the image. "That sounds exactly like something she would do."

"Oh, it gets better," Nicole grins. "When I finally convinced her that Oscar was fine to go outside, she insisted on wrapping him in bubble wrap before he could ride his bike again. Said it was 'necessary protective gear'. Oscar looked like a little astronaut waddling down the street."

Their laughter catches your attention, and you pause in your debate with Oscar about the dangers of racing with a cracked rib. "What's so funny?" you ask suspiciously.

Before Nicole can respond, Oscar, catching on to the conversation, groans dramatically. "Oh god, Mum, please tell me you're not telling the bubble wrap story."

Your eyes widen in realization, and you feel a blush creeping up your neck. "Mum! You promised never to mention that again!"

Carlos, still chuckling, wraps an arm around your waist. "I think it's adorable, hermosa. You've always been a protector."

"Well control your girlfriend! She's trying to bubble wrap me again, I swear!"

"I am not! Although..." you trail off, a mischievous glint in your eye, "it's not a bad idea for the race. Extra padding couldn't hurt, right?"

"YN, no!"

[fxllfaiiry]

❥ It's so sweet, knowing that you love me

★ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

★ summary: miguel knows you're pregnant, the only problem is he doesn't know how to to tell you. ─ or the time miguel found out before you.

★ warnings: fluff!! usage of many pet names, angst if you squint, miguel being a simp for his wife, pregnancy stuff, swearing, some shitty humor.

★ notes: there aren't enough dad and husband miguel fics out there so i had to write this!! icon credits: @/natashowlet

Miguel knew something was off, he’s known for days.

You’ve recently been throwing up, having odd cravings and random mood swings. At first, he thought you might be sick, you thought the same thing but now he knows it's not that. You were definitely pregnant. Everything adds up, and all of it made sense, then again he could be totally wrong. 

He made up his mind to try and talk to you once you returned home, he would surprise you with a romantic dinner and bring up the subject. He had about an hour to prepare everything. 

Well, that's what he thought, the second he got up to start preparing, you waltzed in through the door. 

“Mi Amor, I’m home.” Why are you home this early? He wanted to surprise you. 

“Mami, why are you home so early?” He says pulling you into a bear hug, usually, he would squish you completely but right now he wasn't sure that’d be the best idea. 

“What, aren't you happy to see me?” You chuckle. 

“No, no I'm really happy, I was just gonna cook you a surprise dinner that's all,”  he replies bashfully

“Aw, that's so sweet.” You threw your arms around him, placing kisses wherever you could reach. “I have the best husband ever.” 

“And I have the most amazing wife, now come on let’s go make something to eat.” He scoops you up in his arms and carries you bridal style towards the kitchen. He desperately wants to bring up the topic of you possibly being pregnant but now was not the best time, he didn't want to ruin the moment. 

This conversation could wait till tomorrow, right now he just wanted to enjoy some time with his wife.  

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“Good night, Miggy.” His head was buried into your neck, his arms were secured somewhat tightly around your belly, and your smaller hands were coving his bigger ones. 

He thought about bringing up the topic right now but quickly scratched off that idea.

He was so tired from the day's activities, he could fall asleep instantly.

He could hear you slowly drifting off, your breathing calming him down and lulling him into slumber... well almost. 

Just as he was on the verge of falling asleep he heard something ─ or rather someone. 

He could hear another heartbeat. Coming right from you. He thought he was going crazy at first, but the closer he listened, the clearer it got. He was right, you were pregnant.

Holy shit. You were pregnant. He was going to be a dad. 

In all this, it occurs to him that you didn't even know yet, he would have to tell you tomorrow no matter what.

He’s so happy. He finally has another chance, he won't mess up this time. He would do anything to protect you both.

But what if you didn't want kids just yet? The topic of kids has come up before and you both want them, but what if you changed your mind? There were so many things that could go wrong but Miguel tried to push all the negative thoughts away and focused on falling asleep. 

He slept like a baby that night. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

“So, honey, I was hoping to talk to you about something.” He avoided having the conversation all morning, now he needed to tell you. 

“What is it, Miggy?” You sit down looking at him expectantly. You could see that he was nervous, it was obvious by the way he was acting. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes, everything is fine, mi corazón, don't worry.” How should he start? Should he just jump straight into it or start off slow? He should have thought about this before, well no time to do that now. 

He took a deep breath and it all came rushing out “I think, actually no, I know that you’re pregnant.”  

Silence. You were too stunned to speak. 

“Excuse me?” There was pure shock written all over your face, he would’ve laughed if the situation was different. 

“I heard 2 heartbeats last night, one was yours and the other one was -”

“Are you sure? I mean are you 100% sure? Maybe you heard something else?” You didn't want to get your hopes up just yet, you always wanted a baby with Miguel but if this turned out to be a false alarm you would be a little crushed. 

“I’m 9.99% sure. Bebé, if you want we can get a pregnancy test done?”

“Yeah okay, let’s do it.” 

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An hour later both of you stood in the bathroom. Three minutes felt like hours right now. 

You might be pregnant. This isn't some crazy dream.

“Bebé, if you don’t want to keep the baby I absolutely respect tha-” He’s still not sure if you’re happy with this or not. He was worried he messed up in some way. 

“No, I want to keep the baby but I just don't want to get my hopes up just yet. I definitely want to have a baby with you.” You wrap your arms around him, his scent calmed you down. You were going to be okay. 

“I want to have a baby with you too,” he whispers. 

You lean up to give him a kiss, your hands gently coming up to stoke his cheeks. Miguel pulled back and mutters, “I love you.”  

“Love you too.” A moment later you both heard the timer going off. This was it. 

You slowly step forward picking up the stick and turning it around. 

Positive. You were pregnant. 

“Well, what does it say?” This whole thing is making him feel so anxious. 

“We’re having a baby.” His wife is carrying his baby, this is real, he isn't dreaming. 

“I knew it! I was right.” He pulls you off the ground and into a hug, placing kisses all over your face while muttering small “thank you’s” and “I love you’s” 

“I can't believe we’re gonna have a mini O’Hara running around soon,” you giggle kissing his jawline. 

“She’s going to be just like her mother. ” Knowing a mix of you and him was going to be here soon made him feel content. 

“How do you know they're gonna be a girl, hm?” 

“Just… a small feeling.” His small feeling would be proven right 9 months later.