#haven't asked yet and am trying to prepare as much as possible

[coloursofaparadox]

googling 'hr laws alberta vs bc' to see if i can put together some sort of manic powerpoint presentation to convince them to let me move out of province by bribing them with shittier overtime protection

[heavyhitterheaux]

Push The Limits

Synopsis: You and your husband aren't on the same page when it comes to disciplining your sixteen year old son, but that changes once his safety becomes compromised.

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😍

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The night had been peaceful and calm with a cool breeze coming from the bedroom window that was slightly opened until Joe was woken out of his sleep for unknown reasons.

He hadn't been sleeping well the past few nights and tonight was no exception.

He peeked over at you, his wife of close to twenty years and saw that you were still resting comfortably despite him moving to sit up with his back against the headboard.

Joe knew what a light sleeper you were ever since you had your first child and he was convinced that even a pin dropping would startle you.

Running a hand through his hair, he was caught off guard when he heard a small shuffling sound. He didn't think anything of it, blaming it on the wind outside until he heard it again.

And again.

It was evident that the sound was coming from downstairs and Joe silently cursed underneath his breath. Trying his hardest not to wake you, he slid out of bed as quietly as possible before slipping past your master bedroom door.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the staircase, he was face to face with his oldest child, Maddox, who looked like a deer caught in headlights coming through the front door.

Joe raised his eyebrow at him and crossed his arms as Maddox started stuttering in order to try to come up with some type of excuse.

“Um, h-.. hi dad.”

“You better have a good reason why you're sneaking into my house at three in the morning.” Joe replied as he glanced at the clock on the wall behind Maddox.

“Uh… I…..”

“You what? I'm waiting.”

“I went to a party. All of my friends were going and I didn't want to be left out.” He quietly confessed as he gazed down at his Nike's that were covering his feet.

“So instead of asking me, you sneak out instead? Do I have that right?”

“Well you weren't here earlier and I knew that if I asked mom that she was going to say no.”

“How do you know that she was going to tell you no if you didn't even ask her?”

“She's just…. She hovers too much.”

“Hovers? You are literally a child. OUR child. You can barely take care of yourself as it is and you're complaining that your mother is trying to keep you safe? And I would have told you no too considering it's a Sunday night.”

“I… just how much trouble am I in? Are you going to tell mom?”

It was no secret that Maddox, even standing at 6’1, a few inches below his dad was terrified for a lack of a better word of you.

Even though you were 5’2 on a good day.

He was mentally preparing himself for you to rip him a new one.

You were the no nonsense parent, while Joe on the other hand would be more lenient. Being in a house full of boys will do that to you seeing as Maddox was the oldest of four.

You were longing for a girl, but since your last pregnancy had taken such a toll on you, both you and Joe decided that four was enough.

“I haven't decided yet. But, I'll keep this between us as long as it doesn't happen again. If it does, I'm telling her.”

Maddox looked up at his dad with admiration in his eyes and he nodded saying that he was in agreement.

“Get upstairs and you better be on time for school because I don't want to hear any excuses. If you fall asleep in the next ten minutes, you can get a good two hours in.”

“What!? I still have to go to school!?” He groaned as Joe stared at him.

“You have two options, go to sleep now and wake up for school in two hours or… I can wake up your mom right now. Your choice. And no one told you to stay out late partying on a Sunday night. And so you just assumed that you wouldn't have to go?”

“Nevermind! Goodnight!” Maddox said all within the same breath as he took the stairs two at a time. Joe followed close behind him and made sure he was inside of his room before slipping back into the master bedroom that he shared with you.

He climbed back into bed and once he was settled and laying on his back, you turned to face him and scooted closer as he wrapped his arms around you and you placed your head on his chest.

“Are you okay?” You quietly asked him as you peeked one eye open making it so you could see the outline of his features in the dark.

“Fine, baby. Just thought I heard something downstairs. Go back to sleep.” He told you as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

As promised, he didn't tell you the sound that he heard just happened to be your oldest child.

“Okay.”

It was now almost 5:15 in the morning and your mom radar immediately went off. You usually hear movement by now coming from your eldest son's room and when you didn't hear anything, you quickly got up to investigate.

Slipping from your husband's grasp, you made your way down the hall and softly knocked on the door.

“Bubs?”

No answer.

“Maddox, baby. You need to wake up for school.”

When you didn't get an answer for the second time, you slowly turned the knob to see him still knocked out and sprawled across his bed.

Laughing to yourself, you walked over to him and stroked his hair before attempting to wake him up.

“Maddox! Come on, baby. Wake up.” You said as you shook him and he let out a groan, letting you know that he was showing signs of life.

“What time is it?” He asked while shielding his eyes from the light that you just turned on.

“Almost 5:20, you're going to be late if you don't get up and get ready. I'll go make you some breakfast.” You replied as you slowly pulled off his comforter and grabbed his hand to help him sit up.

“Come on, baby boy. Wake up. Why are you so tired? I thought you went to sleep early?” You curiously asked as he looked up at you.

“Oh, um I was up late studying.”

“Hmm, makes sense. I expect nothing less if you want to go to LSU like we did. Be downstairs in 20.”

“Okay, mom.”

Closing his door and walking down the hallway, you made your way downstairs to decide what to cook for breakfast. You usually ended up cooking breakfast twice seeing as Maddox would get up the earliest, and then the three youngest would wake up around seven, Ryder, Silas, and Hunter being the youngest at two. And no one ever wanted the same exact thing.

As you were hovering at the stove, you could tell that it was Maddox that had entered the kitchen by his footsteps, who immediately went and sat at the island and put his head down while throwing his backpack at his feet.

“Waffles sound good, bubs?” You asked him and turned to look over your shoulder to see him slowly nodding his head against the table.

A few minutes had passed and you were mixing up the batter when Joe walked into the kitchen to see Maddox asleep at the island once more and lightly grabbed his shoulder for him to sit up.

Joe leaned down to whisper in his ear so that you wouldn't hear him.

“Hope it was worth it and you better take an energy drink to keep you awake because you have until 2 pm before school is over and you better not miss football practice after either.”

At the same time Joe was hovering over him, you turned around and was honestly confused because Maddox looked like he would fall over at any minute and you were concerned.

“I have never seen you this tired even if you had stayed up the night before. What class were you studying for?” You curiously asked as you poured the batter in the waffle maker.

“Yeah, Maddox, what class was it?” Joe added on as he eyed him before walking over towards you to properly greet you.

Maddox wanted to glare at his dad, but decided against it since he knew if he stepped out of line now that he would definitely tell you what he did.

“Um, AP world history.”

“And you have a test coming up this week, right?”

“Yes, on Wednesday.”

“Hmm, I expect nothing less than a B since we've gone above and beyond with our studying.” Joe replied sarcastically as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder before kissing your cheek.

“He'll be fine. Leave my oldest baby alone.” You said as you were placing his waffles on the plate.

“Could you hand this to him, please?” You asked Joe who quickly nodded and grabbed the plate from your hands.

He came face to face once again with Maddox as he placed his food in front of him.

“Step out of line between now and what I decide your punishment is and I'm telling her. Now eat up, don't let it get cold.” Joe added at the end with a smile.

Maddox was now beginning to regret sneaking out the house and had a feeling that Joe would not let go of this easily or any time soon.

–

A week later, it was around 2 in the morning when Joe collapsed on top of you trying to catch his breath and placing kisses all down your body.

Your four children had actually gone to bed early which was a surprising feat so of course you and Joe took advantage of that.

“You okay?” He asked you and the only thing you could do in response was nod.

Finally rolling off of you and onto his back, he quickly pulled you on top of him and wrapped his arms around you while placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Babe?” You quietly asked while looking up at him.

“Hmm?” Joe answered you as he had closed his eyes.

“Can you go get me some water?”

“Yeah, you want anything else? Maybe round 3?”

“For you to hurry up and come back so I can lay on you. And maybe.” You said as you looked up at him and smirked.

“In that case, be right back.”

He leaned down to give you several kisses before sliding away from you to look for his sweatpants in order to leave out of your bedroom.

Once he found them, he quietly opened the bedroom door and shut it behind him before heading downstairs.

By now it was close to 2:15 in the morning as Joe poured two glasses of water to take upstairs for the both of you.

Once the glasses were poured, Joe started his journey back upstairs and as he was passing the front door, the sound of a key sliding into the lock was heard as the knob turned.

“You cannot be fucking serious.” He said out loud to no one in particular.

He already knew that it was Maddox, but simply waited it out for confirmation.

After what he pulled last week, Joe simply just gave him a warning and told him not to do it again and the whole thing would be forgotten.

He clearly didn't listen and was trying to take advantage.

Sure enough, he came through the door and seeing his father made him instantly freeze.

“Maddox, you literally suck at sneaking out. Get upstairs right now and we're talking about this in the morning. I literally don't have the strength or mental capacity to deal with you right now.”

“But…”

“Don't want to hear it. And you better stay quiet so that your mother doesn't hear you. I already let you slide once before, but I'm not letting it happen again.”

With a defeated sigh, Maddox slowly climbed up the steps but was surprised to see you standing at the top with your arms crossed.

You had slipped on your robe after you decided that you wanted a snack as well but overheard Joe and your oldest. You had caught the tail end of the conversation, but you knew enough to know that he snuck out and you wanted answers immediately.

“So, where were you? You think you can come and go in and out of this house as you please?”

“Out.” Was all Maddox said and from that point on all you saw was red as he tried to move past you, but you moved to the left blocking him from going any further.

“Hmm, we aren't done here. Out where? And I'm not going to ask you again. Because you have absolutely no business sneaking in and out of my house at all times of the night. Last time I checked, you were only sixteen years old and nowhere near being an adult and you being irresponsible shows that.”

“I was out with my friends, so what is the big deal? It’s not like you ever let me do anything anyways.” He replied while shrugging. He was tired and at this point didn’t care if he got yelled at by you.

“Well that’s a bold face lie. If that was the case then you would never leave this house.”

“You are the main two people who taught me not to lie.”

After you let out a sarcastic laugh, Maddox spoke up again.

“You are always so strict and the only way I can usually get something is if I ask my dad who obviously doesn’t care that I snuck out last week since he has yet to ground me for it.”

At that exact moment, Joe appeared behind Maddox on the stairs with the water he promised you in his hand and his eyes went wide, indicating that he had heard him.

“Oh, is that true, Joseph?” You asked, ready to go toe to toe with your husband who would always try to avoid conflict at every turn.

“I.. umm… I still made him go to school?” Joe replied as if he was answering a question.

“Maddox, get out of my sight. I’ll deal with you later and I can promise that you are not going to like anything about this punishment that I’m going to give you seeing as your father can’t be responsible enough to do so and went behind my back to sweep this under the rug. You can start by handing over your keys.” You said as you held out your hand towards him.

“Dad?! You’re not going to say anything to her?”

“What do you want me to say, Maddox? Come to your rescue after you literally threw me under the bus for letting you slide last week and not receiving a punishment in return? Give your mother the keys, NOW.”

“I swear I hate living in this house.”

“Well it can be arranged for you to live somewhere else if you don’t want to abide by my rules. Rules are set in place for a reason and EVERYONE in this house needs to follow them, no exceptions.”

With a heavy sigh, he handed over his keys before dragging his feet towards his bedroom and closing the door. Once it was closed behind him, you turned back towards your husband to glare at him and snatched the glass of water from his hand.

“Baby…”

“No, absolutely NOT. He snuck out last week and you didn’t tell me?! Is that why he was so tired that morning and I had to wake him up for school?”

“I… look…”

“You are so lenient with them that it is honestly ridiculous. There is NO leniency, WE HAVE FOUR BOYS! Why do I always have to be considered the bad guy because their father doesn’t want to properly discipline them?! We have standards in this household that we abide by. I even have expectations for Hunter and he’s TWO.”

“Okay, hold on a minute. First, we need to go into our room and finish talking about this so the other three don’t wake up. Second, we were once teenagers too and we also know about peer pressure.” Joe tried to reason with you as the two of you walked back inside your bedroom.

“What does that even have to do with anything? Yeah, I was a teenager, but I also wasn’t stupid and taking advantage of my parents, either.”

“I honestly think that you are making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. He's 16 and can have a little more freedom, he's not a bad kid.”

“Joseph…. If our child sneaks out of this house in the middle of the night, who knows what he is getting into and I’m making a big deal because I want to keep him safe? Is that right?”

“Taking things away from him isn’t the answer, because more than likely he’s going to do it again. I’m trying to keep us from having to go in circles with this.”

“So what do you suggest since you obviously have all the answers?” You asked as you finally sat down on the bed and crossed your arms after you had placed your water on the nightstand.

“I am not trying to argue with you about this.”

“Too late. Shouldn’t have kept it from me. And did you honestly think that I wasn’t going to find out? Let’s be real, Maddox has a big ass mouth and can’t keep secrets for shit. Been that way forever. Actually, you know what…”

“What?”

“On second thought. You discipline him because it seems to always be me. If something else goes wrong, I’m not stepping in and he has to answer to you. Now goodnight.” You told him as you turned off the lamp next to you and slid underneath the covers.

“Wait, babe…”

“Goodnight, Joseph. And if you knew what was good for you, you would be quiet and let it go because I am done with this conversation.”

-

Maddox's heart rate was increasing by the second because of the situation he had now been thrown into.

And now he was honestly regretting not listening to his parents.

His best friends CJ and Travis had come to get him around midnight since you had taken his keys away from him a few weeks ago and he had yet to get them back. There was a party across town that he wanted to go to and since he couldn’t drive his car, they offered to come and get him to take him home once it was over.

When he noticed that CJ, the designated driver, was downing cup after cup of alcohol like it was water, he started to get nervous. Even if Maddox didn’t always listen to his parents, he knew how dangerous drunk driving could be and did not want to risk getting in a car with him if he could help it.

He could see the disappointed looks on both of your faces now.

Travis had gone off somewhere with some girl and Maddox knew that now he had absolutely no one to help him with CJ and trying to get him to sober up so that they could all go home. It was nearing close to 5 in the morning and he knew that you would be waking up soon.

When he had asked Maddox to get him another drink, he decided to switch his drink out for water and when he handed it back to him, he instantly got a sour look on his face after taking a sip.

“What the hell is this? Maddox, I didn’t ask for this shit.”

“I know you didn’t, but you had enough to drink tonight and there is no way that you are driving the three of us home until you get a little more sober.”

“And why the hell do you care all of a sudden? You have definitely been in the car with me before when I was a little buzzed.”

“Yeah, buzzed, not flat out fucking drunk. We wouldn’t even make it down the street until someone would be pulling us over.”

“Listen, man. You worry too much. It’s going to be fine. Travis is about to go home with that girl anyway so we don’t have to worry about him.”

“Only way I’m getting in a car with you is if you let me drive.”

“Hell no. That’s my mom’s new Escalade. If you scratch that shit it’ll be my ass.”

“Scratch it? Your ass will probably total it at this rate. CJ, just give me the keys.” Maddox pleaded with him but he was slowly running out of patience.

“No and I’m about to go and get me another drink.”

As he walked away all Maddox could do was shake his head and send a quick text to Travis to tell him to keep an eye on CJ and to make sure he didn’t drive anywhere.

Maddox- CJ is drunk out of his fucking mind. Just keep an eye on him because I’m leaving.

Travis- He’s always doing some dumb shit, but yeah I’ll make sure he’s good.

He took one last look over at CJ who was talking to Kevin, who was another player on the football team before he walked outside.

Grabbing his phone out of his pocket again, he took a deep breath before dialing your number knowing that you were probably going to kill him and would be grounded until he was 70 years old.

Joe wasn’t home since he had a few events to attend so you were his only option.

It took him calling you twice before you answered.

“Hello?” You groggily said and Maddox sighed before saying anything.

“Um, mom? Can you come and get me?”

Him asking that question immediately made you sit up in your bed and turn on the bedside lamp.

“Come and get you from where?” You asked as your heart was pounding with the worst possible scenarios running through your head.

“Uh… I’m in Greenwood….”

“MADDOX!”

“I know, I know that I’m in trouble and that I snuck out again and I’m sorry but CJ is really drunk and I’m not getting in a car with him behind the wheel. I have enough since to know not to do that.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I'm fine. I'm standing outside.”

“Just send me the address.” You calmly said since it literally took every ounce of you not to yell.

“Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, you quickly sighed before throwing the comforter off of your legs. Since Joe wasn’t here, it wasn’t like you could leave your other three boys here by themselves and go and get Maddox, especially when Greenwood was almost forty five minutes away.

Quickly brushing your teeth and throwing on some sweatpants, you got your boys up one by one and got them into the car as sleepy as they were. Two of them you had to carry and you considered that to be your workout of the day.

Once everyone was buckled in, including yourself, you quickly typed in the address on your phone to get to your oldest son as soon as possible.

The main thing that you were grateful for was that he wasn't hurt and was in one piece.

Pulling up to the address roughly forty five minutes later, you saw Maddox waiting outside and quickly unlocked the door.

He slid into the front seat and turned around to look in the backseat to see all three of his siblings knocked out cold and it dawned on him since his father wasn’t home that you would have to bring them.

“Mom?” Maddox said as you started to drive and turn onto the highway.

“Yes?” You quietly replied.

“Thank you for coming to get me and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Maddox.”

-

Sitting on the couch after you had been playing with your youngest and he had finally gone down for a nap, you heard the door open indicating that your husband had finally returned home.

When all of you were back in the house that morning, you had sent a quick text to Joe telling him what had happened after making sure all of your children were in their beds and accounted for.

It went unread for about ten minutes, but once Joe had finally seen it he was fuming. You could tell by the text bubble suddenly appearing and then disappearing. That was when he finally called you.

You explained to him in detail what had happened and he simply told you that he would handle it, that he loved you and that he would see you later.

Later had finally come and your oldest was about to be in for it.

Throwing his bags by the door, he came straight over to you as you had your arms wide open anticipating a hug.

He quickly embraced you and pulled you off of the couch in one swift motion and kissed you.

“Besides the oldest, did everyone behave themselves while I was gone?” He asked as he placed you back down on your feet.

“Everyone else was fine. No complaints. I was waiting for you to get back and order pizza because Hunter made a special request.”

“That’s fine. I just need to do something first.”

“And what's that?” You asked as you had sat back down on the couch.

“You'll see in a minute. MADDOX NOAH BURROW GET DOWN HERE, NOW!”

In all of the years that you had been married to him, you could probably count on one hand how many times that you had heard him yell. So, you were simply going to sit back and let him handle it.

Maddox was dragging his feet and it was no surprise. He was taken aback when the only thing you said when he got home was to head upstairs to his room.

That was this morning and he had been on edge for the entire day knowing that something else had to be coming. What he honestly didn't expect was you waiting until his father came home for his punishment to be handed down to him.

Once he reached downstairs, he walked into the living room to see you sitting on the couch and Joe with his arms crossed.

“It has come to my attention that you think sneaking out all times of the night is some type of game? And it seems like every time you do it, you end up being caught.”

“Dad, I can explain.”

“Strike one. In the thirty seconds that you've been down here, I didn't once ask you to speak.”

“But…”

“I'm being nice at the moment so don't make me go to strike two. Sit down.”

Maddox did as he was told and sat on the couch opposite of you as you scrolled through your phone, but was listening at the same time. You had absolutely no plans of intervening and would let Joe handle it as he said he would.

“I'm not letting you slide anymore with this. Your mother should have left your ass there to teach you a lesson since you think you're invincible and that nothing bad can happen to you. You had found your way there so you should have been able to find a way back. So, this is what we're going to do. Are you listening?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Maddox was honestly taken aback seeing that he had never seen his father get as mad as he was at this very moment.

“No car for two months added on to the month that I already told you about, you go to school and come straight home. I'm still debating on even allowing you to participate in any sports. Considering how I had an interesting phone call on Friday about how you're failing almost all of your classes and one more failing grade away from getting kicked off the team anyway and I also found weed in your car-”

“You smoke too, so what are you even saying?!” Maddox yelled quickly, cutting him off.

“What I'm saying is that I'M AN ADULT. And can do whatever I want considering this is MY house and I pay the bills. Interrupt me again and we're going to have a problem. You know what? Yeah, football is done, no car, can't go out with friends, and I don't think you need to go to prom with an attitude like that. And how about we get a part time job that you will start looking for TONIGHT after dinner. Only way you get there is if me or your mother takes you and picks you up. Step out of line again and we're selling your car.”

“Mom!?” Maddox said while looking at you. Before you could respond, Joe jumped in.

“No, don't look at her. You put her through enough. You're talking to me.”

“It's not even that serious.”

“Oh, not that serious? Drunk driving isn't serious? Disobeying your parents isn't serious?”

“Dad, that's not what I meant.”

“I don't think I care to hear any explanation of what you did mean. I said my piece and now give me your phone and every electronic device in your room. I am sick and tired of you acting out so we have to learn the hard way. Go upstairs and put everything in our room, NOW. Do you understand?”

As much as Maddox was fuming on the inside, he knew that he had brought it on himself and couldn't be mad at anyone else.

“Yes, sir.�� He mumbled and Joe not being satisfied made him repeat it.

“What was that? Say it loud enough so that I can hear you.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And apologize to your mother.”

“I already did when she came to get me.”

“Did I ask you all of that? You're already on thin ice with me so I suggest that you do what you're told. Apologize to your mother and don't make me ask you again.”

“I'm sorry mom. I promise that it won't happen again.” Maddox sincerely told you as he came over to hug you.

“I want to see you change your actions and that is the only way that I'm going to accept your apology.”

Maddox nodded towards you as Joe pointed him in the direction of the stairs.

“We'll call you when dinner is ready. In the meantime, you need to do your homework and I need to see it once you finish.”

Nodding his head towards your husband, Maddox started climbing the stairs. Once you heard his door close, you looked at your husband and smirked.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked as he sat down and slid you onto his lap.

“Oh, nothing.” You replied as you kissed the side of his mouth.

“Yes, something because you are literally giving me bedroom eyes. You missed me that much?”

“I just love when you get like that.”

“Like what? I'm not following, babe….”

“When you take charge like that and all I literally have to do is sit back and watch. Even more when you're inside me, but I take what I can get.”

“That can definitely be arranged for later.” Joe told you as he leaned down to kiss you.

“But question, what if he tries it again?”

“I changed the security system alarms from my phone before I walked in here. If he tries it, he'll wake up the entire house. I also have to apologize to you for not meeting you halfway with this. I honestly thought he wasn't going to take advantage.”

“I forgive you. It's not easy having a teenager and figuring out the best way to discipline them. We have to take it one day at a time.”

“Agreed. Just have to learn as we go.”

“But in the meantime, we have thirty minutes until the food gets here if you want to meet me upstairs.”

“Say less. I'll give you a head start.”

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

But Daddy I Love Him - Jacaerys Velaryon

A/N: Oh hi! First of all, thanks for all the love on my last Jace fic. I'm sorry it's taken so long to post my next, I've had a crazy couple of weeks, but I wanted to make to get something out before this week's episode. I can't believe there's just 3 eps left of the season! I am hoping to get my Jace chapter fic out before then, so I have put most of my focus there. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!

TS Prompt #8: But Daddy I Love Him

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister!Reader Word Count: 5.3k Synopsis: Jace and the reader fall in love, much to the displeasure of the reader's father.

Warnings: smut

Jacaerys Velaryon is beautiful.

It is tourney day in King's Landing, and your eyes are stuck to him as he makes his way out into the arena. Around you, there are scattered conversations whispered not low enough, about how the prince has matured in the last year, how handsome he has become.

He has not yet put his helmet on. This leaves his hair out, curls whipping around him in the gentle breeze. He flicks his hair back and there is a chorus of awes around you. You smirk at the reaction.

"The arrogance," your father, Jason Lannister, mutters from your side. You barely spare him a glance, not wanting to remove your eyes from Jacaerys.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"He's showing off," your father says, disgust in his voice.

"It is a tourney," you say, "Isn't that the point?" He doesn't respond, just continues to monitor the arena space.

Jacaerys mounts his horse and with bated breath, you watch as he accepts the lance from the Master of Revels. His opponent is a knight you haven't met yet, a Ser Estermont. He has done well in the tourney so far, though, which makes you nervous.

As both men prepare to make their joust, you lean forward in your seat, needing to see as closely as possible, what is about to happen.

Unlike the matches before, this one is over in one round. Jacaerys aims his lance to the perfect angle, and expertly knocks over the knight from Greenstone.

Applause erupts from the viewing gallery, and you nearly stand up and cheer, you are so relieved about his win. Jacaerys rides around the stands and stops in front of the gallery you sit in. He lifts off his helmet and smiles in a way that makes your heart race.

"Lady Y/N," he says, and you think you hear discontented sighs from behind you. "Might I request your favor, that I may excel through the rest of this tournament?" You smile and reach for your wreath of flowers. For one moment, your father grips your wrist, as if he means to keep you from going. But it does not last long. No matter what your father may think of Jacaerys, he is still the prince, and future heir to the the throne. To deny him would mean scandal.

As you approach the railing, you try to fight off the grin at seeing him. Jacaerys extends his lance so that you may drop the wreath onto it easily.

"Thank you, My Lady," he says, eyes locked onto yours.

"Good luck, My Prince."

He rides off into the arena, garnering more applause from the stands, as you return to your seat. There are jealous eyes upon you. Even your father looks angry. But you pay them no mind. There will be more rounds, and Jacaerys is sure to succeed time and again, which will have him request the favor of more ladies.

Smiling as you sit down, you think of the girls who will bestow upon him their own wreaths. You might even feel bad for them, for surely, they will assume that his attention means he might court them. But you know that his affections lie only with you.

To you, the prince was just Jace, and you had loved him since you were a girl. Three months ago, he had declared his love for you, too, and ever since, the two of you had been hiding your love, waiting for the right moment to proclaim your intentions.

"He did quite well," you say to your father, making another effort to talk up Jacaerys to him.

"Ser Estermont was an easy opponent," your father says, disinterest and dismissal reflected in his tone.

Once the tournament is over, Jace makes his way into the castle. Several lords and ladies stop him on his way, congratulating him on his victory. He thanks them in passing, his thoughts only on getting into the castle, where he knows he will find you.

There is a feast to be held after the tournament, and while most everyone heads that way, he dismisses himself, saying he wishes to change before then.

When he turns down the hallway towards his quarters, the area is empty. The guards that usually stand at his door were at the tourney and are now sitting down for the feast.

You come around the other end of the hallway, your red dress immediately drawing his eye. You glance around cautiously before breaking into a run, launching yourself into his arms. He catches you easily, laughing as his arms settle around you.

"Oh," you say on a breath, pulling back just enough to face him, "You have no idea how worried I was for you."

"Have you so little faith?" he asks with a smile.

"I believed in you," you say, hand to his chest, "But belief doesn't change the fear that comes at watching a lord twice your size sprint at you with a lance."

"I'm alright," he says, his hands running gently along your back. You smile at him and lean in to kiss his lips softly. Jace hums contentedly into the kiss, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulls you into a corner and deepens the kiss.

Together, you stay locked there for a long moment, relishing the quiet that is so hard to find. Jace's hands travel through your hair and over your body, greedy to get his fill of you while he has you.

"I should get to the feast," you say softly when you break for air, your forehead pressed to his.

"Stay with me," he says, entwining his hand with yours.

"My father will be looking for me," you say. Jace's smile drops. "I'm trying," you say, "To sway him to our favor."

"I know you are."

"Your victory today should help with that," you say, giving him a small smile. "Congratulations, by the way."

"Thank you, My Lady," he says with a laugh. "I'll see you at the feast."

"Yes, My Prince."

By the next week, your father's attitude still hasn't changed. At the feast, you tried to talk about the prince, but he wouldn't hear anything of it. Jace had even come over to greet your family. Your father was diplomatic and only spoke to the prince for as long as he had to.

"I don't get why he won't give his blessing," you say, looking down at Jace. His head is in your lap, his eyes closed. He is so peaceful at this moment, you hate to bring this up again, but there seem to be fewer and fewer times for the two of you to be together. Even now, you are supposed to be with other ladies of the court, practicing your needlework. Instead, you snuck off to the Godswood to be with Jace amongst the blossoming trees.

"I'd be queen one day," you continue. "What more could he want for me?" Jace opens his eyes and looks at you with a frown.

"It's because of the rumors about me," he says lowly. You want to say he's wrong, but you wouldn't even believe yourself. The rumors of Jace's parentage had only grown in the last few years. It seemed that as he became older, and King Viserys grew sicker, the accusations only multiplied.

"I don't care about that, though," you say brushing your fingers through his hair.

"You should," he says, taking your hand in his own. "There are some who would see my brothers and I slain, rather than see us inherit our birthright."

"All the great houses swore allegiance to your mother," you say, squeezing his hand. "And you are her trueborn son. To do so would be--"

"Treason," he says, "But there are still those who would try it."

"My father wouldn't," you say. "As stubborn as he is, he is loyal to King Viserys, and by extension, your mother." Jace sits up, a serious expression on his face.

"Tensions are high amongst my family," he says, taking your hands in his. "In the entire kingdom, really. I am worried what may happen. Your father is smart, and that is why he must worry, too."

"You all fear something that may never come to pass," you say, "Are we to be separated in the name of what ifs?"

"We are to be separated until we can convince your father that I can keep you safe."

"And how do we do that?" you ask. Jace lays his head back on your lap.

"I don't know," he says.

The room is dark when you enter your father's quarters that night. He sent word to your lady's maid to see him immediately, but she couldn't find you until now, because you and Jace had been intwined in the Godswood all afternoon.

"Lady Clegane said she did not see you today," your father says right away, before you can even greet him. "Were you not to be under her tutelage this afternoon?"

"I don't need to study my needlepoint, Father," you say, stopping in front of him. "No man alive cares how well his wife can stitch."

"You were with the prince, weren't you?" he asks, standing. He towers over you, but you hold your head high, meeting his gaze.

"Why don't you like him?" you ask. He merely shakes his head.

"It is not a daughter's job to pick her husband," he says, "That duty lies with her father."

"And who would you have me marry instead? A lesser lord of the Westerlands? Someone directly under your control?"

"If that is what I demanded, yes," he says, bracing your arms. "I raised you to obey me, Y/N."

"No, you raised me to cage me," you say, tugging from his grip. "I would be Jacaery's queen! There isn't a more advantageous match out there for me. Yet you refuse to even hear us out, because it is not of your doing!" His face reddens, a telltale sign of his rage. You have never raised your voice to him before, and are now slightly scared of what he may do.

"I think it's time you return to Casterly Rock," he says lowly.

"What?" you ask, momentarily stunned.

"Your time in King's Landing is over," he says firmly. "You have become disobedient and careless."

"Father--"

"Do you think I am the only one who sees it, Y/N?" he asks, taking your hands in his desperately. His eyes are wide and pleading. "Do you think no one saw the two of you in the Godswood today? That no one can see the secret looks you exchange? That family is shameless, and I will have you take no part in it.

"I will not allow your reputation to be ruined by the prince's," he says. Tears begin to form at the finality of his words.

"When do I leave?" you ask, setting your jaw as you fight off the tears.

"I'll escort you the day after tomorrow, so you can make your goodbyes," he says. He can't meet your eyes.

"Very well."

Jace is speechless when you tell him. He found you sitting outside of his chambers the next night, tears streaming down your face. He invited you inside, a hurtle the two of you had yet to pass until then, and held you close while you told him your fate.

"We'll only have tonight," you say quietly.

"Maybe it's for the better."

"How can it be when it separates us?" you ask, looking up at him with watery eyes.

"Just for now," he says, brushing your hair back gingerly. "When things relax, we can try to convince him again."

"How long will that be?" you ask, "He'll have me married off as soon as possible, I know." Jace frowns down at you, his eyes searching for an answer in yours, that he knows he can't find.

"I won't stop fighting for you, Y/N," he says. "I promise."

"I won't either."

"We'll find a way," he says. You nod your head, a new wave of tears incoming, and relax into his chest. He holds you in his arms for a long time, his had tracing patterns along your back. The fire is nearly out in his hearth, and the room grows dark quickly.

"When did he say he wanted you back?"

"Fuck what he said," you say, looking at him intently. "I am not leaving your side tonight." With a hand to his cheek, you bring your lips together. The kiss is slow, a bit salty with the tears streaming down your face, but it is all he has ever wanted. He tries not to think about the fact that this might very well be the last time he ever gets to taste your lips, ever gets to hold you.

But it seems that your thoughts go there as well. Quickly, the kiss turns passionate. Your teeth scrape against his lip, like you can take him with you to Casterly Rock. His hands move down your body, to places he hasn't dared to explore yet. As one, the two of you move, so that he has you pinned to the couch, his body atop yours in a way he's only dreamed about before. You moan into his kiss as his body rocks into yours.

“Y/N,” he says breathlessly, forcing himself to break away from your kiss. Your lips are red, swollen from his touch. Your hair is spread out around you in a cascade of curls. It is torture to see you like this and not bring his body clashing into yours again.

“What?” you ask, your hand trailing down his chest, as if you need to touch him however you can.

“We should stop.”

“Why?”

“If anyone ever found out, you would be disgraced. Your father already doesn’t like me, I don’t want to give him any other reason to—“

“I’ll tell you something right now,” you say, “My good name is mine alone to disgrace. Being here with you now, doesn’t change a single thing about my honor.”

"Are you sure?"

"I need you, Jace," you whisper. You are barely able to finish the words before his mouth meets yours again, fiercer than before. He doesn't stay there too long. He needs to taste you everywhere, savor every moment he's got left with you.

His lips move across your face and down your neck. He loves the sounds you make when he bites down softly, the way your back arches your body into his. He sits the two of you up for just a moment, so that he can pull at the laces along your back.

When the top of your dress falls, he stares at your bare chest for a long moment. You smile at him, your skin flushed.

"You are so beautiful," he says. You grab hold of his face, kissing him again as you fall back onto the couch. Jace palms your breast, kneading gently as you whimper into his mouth. You pull at his clothes, too, until you rip his shirt off over his head.

Skin to skin now, Jace breaks from your lips to kiss down your chest. He lingers for a moment on your breasts, but his need to take you is growing too urgent. He moves down lower, tugging your dress down with him until you are fully exposed to him.

"Y/N," he says on a sigh, marveling at the sight of you.

"I love you."

"I love you," he says, dropping his lips to the folds at your center. The moan you let out is nearly enough to send him over, but he won't deny himself the opportunity to feel what it's like to be inside of you. He focuses on your pleasure, kissing the sensitive bud at the apex of your thigh, watching your face with rapt attention, seeing what action makes you cry out, which makes you thrust into him.

When you cry out his name, his watches proudly as your body clenches, waves of pleasure roll through you. Jace keeps up his actions for a few moments longer, tasting and savoring the moment as you come down.

When he sits up, he watches the rise and fall of your chest, the satisfied smile on your face. He kisses your lips passionately, treasuring the little sounds of happiness you make as he does.

He drops his trousers next, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. He presses into you slowly, barely able to keep his control, his need is so great. You gasp as you take him in, grabbing hold of his shoulders. He begins to rock into you, his movements gentle. As your sounds become more frequent, he picks up his pace, until the only sound he can hear is your cries of pleasure, and the collision of your two bodies.

He comes soon after that, his body collapsing on top of yours. For a long while, the two of you lay there, sweaty and happy, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.

"Jace," you say on a breath, breaking the silence first.

"Yes, my love?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

"This cannot be the last time," you say, cupping his cheek.

"It won't be. We'll find a way, I swear."

It's early morning when you return to your chambers. Your father collects you an hour later, and although the look he gives you suggests that he knows where you were, thankfully, he doesn't say anything.

The journey to Casterly Rock is long, taking nearly three weeks, and the entire time, your thoughts are on Jace. You bring him up a few times with your father, but after the most recent, he stops looking at you, stops speaking altogether, and rides astride his horse, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

When the news of King Viserys's death breaks, you hear it from your lady's maid. You shoo her away when she tries to finish braiding your hair. You know you should feel sad - Viserys was a great king, and had been sick for a long time. The last time you saw him, he looked like a walking corpse, and you had to avert your gaze.

But his passing means that Rhaenyra will be crowned queen. She will return from Dragonstone, where she fled just a week after you left King's Landing, and Jace with her.

You run from your chambers and burst into your parents' quarters, and find them talking in hushed, urgent tones. Your mother turns at your arrival and the look on her face scares you. There is panic in her gaze, mixed with a sadness that seems to grow when she sees you.

"Y/N," she says softly.

"I just heard the news."

"Yes."

"I expect we'll be leaving for King's Landing soon?" you ask, looking to your father. "For Princess Rhaenyra's coronation?"

"My dear," your mother says, a hand out to call you to her side. "Maybe you should sit down."

"What is it?" you ask as she sits you down in front of their empty hearth.

"Rhaenyra is not going to be queen," your father says.

"What do you mean?"

"Aegon has been crowned."

"He usurped the throne?" you ask in shock. "Are we gathering our bannerman? Should we--"

"Y/N," your father says with a sigh, taking your hands as he sits across from you. "We won't be calling our bannerman. We are supporting King Aegon."

"You swore allegiance to Rhaenyra," you say icily, looking between your parents' faces.

"I can't explain it all to you, daughter. There is much you don't understand."

"Uncle Tyland?" you ask quietly. Certainly, your level-headed uncle would see reason, when your father could not.

"He sits upon Aegon's small council," your father says.

"How long has this been planned?" you ask, moving away from your parents. The room suddenly feels too suffocating. Watching them, waiting for their response, you catch a quick look between your parents.

"How long have you known about this, Father?" you ask, stepping closer to look him in the eye.

"Rhaenyra was never going to be queen," he says lowly. "Regardless of the parentage of her sons. Although, that certainly didn't help her cause." You pull back from him, a look of disgust on your face. "And Aegon will make a good king."

"What will happen to Rhaenyra? To her sons?" you ask, the second question coming out broken. He doesn't answer. You look to your mother, hoping for some words of support from her, but she shares the same sad look on her own face.

"You've known this for so long . . ." you say, thoughts racing, "That's why you wouldn't approve an engagement between Prince Jacaerys and I."

"Yes," he says, "And I won't feel sorry for it. He'll be killed, no doubt. I don't want the same fate for you."

"But Daddy," you cry, calling him by a name you haven't in years, feeling as helpless as if you were still that child, "I love him!"

"It's already done, Y/N," he says, pain in his eyes. You let out a strangled sound before sliding down the wall.

"I'm having his baby," you say through a sob.

"What?" your mother asks urgently, crouching at your side. "What do you mean?" But no words come to you. The tears are falling too fast, any words choked by hiccupping.

Eventually, they bring you to your room. They both asked more questions about the baby, but you don't answer them, you can't. You don't trust them.

Your father had known this fate would befall Rhaenyra, would befall her sons. He knew you loved Jace, and he still let it all happen.

The next morning, your mother comes into your room. Her eyes are bloodshot, with dark circles underneath them. She brings you a cup of tea and kisses your forehead, before she says anything.

"Tell me about the baby," she says. "Are you certain?"

"No," you admit, bringing your knees to your chest. "But I haven't had my blood in a few weeks." Your mother nods and looks down sadly at her own drink.

"You'll need to drink moon tea," your mother says softly.

"I won't."

"Then you'll need to get married immediately, and claim the child as your new husband's."

"I won't do that either."

"Y/N," she begins with a sigh.

"You've already slammed the door on my whole world, I won't let you take this one last piece of him I have. If I am to have his child, I will keep it and I won't claim it as anyone else's."

"You'll be ruined," she says. "And if Aegon finds out that your child is Jacaerys's--"

"He won't. Nobody needs to know."

"Your father won't like this," she says gently. "You do not wish to make him angry."

"He's been angry. I've made my decision."

The next week, your cycle arrives, and you cry all day long.

"Sending another raven?" Rhaenyra asks, stepping out onto the cool balcony beside Jace. He gives her a tight lipped smile and nods. "Have you heard back from her?"

"Here and there," he says. He has been sending ravens to you for the past two weeks.

"I'm sorry your feelings fell into the middle of this mess."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Mother," he says seriously. She gives him a sad smile, a palm to his cheek.

"Baela tells me you have a plan to get her out," she says. Jace looks at her with wide eyes. He hadn't technically asked her permission, and what he was doing would be dangerous for their position.

"I know I should have told you," he starts.

"Yes, you should have. I would like to help," she says. She laughs at the bewildered look on Jace's face. "Do you think I would let you suffer here, knowing she's there, probably suffering too? Tell me your plan, Jace."

So he does. He gives her the same instructions he just sent to you. She gives him her support, while offering a few suggestions. She leaves him on the balcony after, giving him space to think over his plan, and to try and quell the hope building up inside of him.

All he is waiting for is one word from you, and he will enact this plan.

A day later, a raven knocks at his window, waking him from sleep. He leaps up immediately to grab its message, and finds just one word, written in your handwriting.

Yes.

On the morning of your escape, you awake with a smile on your face. It has been weeks since you felt anything at all. Your lady's maid enters into the room to ready you for the day, and you greet her, "Good morning."

"Good morning, My Lady," she says, looking at you in bewilderment. You're not sure you've spoken to her since you arrived at Casterly Rock. "I trust you slept well, then?"

"The best yet," you say.

As she moves about the room, getting your clothing together, you make sure to pick out the dullest dress in your wardrobe. When she sits you down to do your hair, you have her tuck your tendrils into a woven braid. Everything for indiscretion, or this plan will not work out.

When you walk into the breakfast room, your parents are gathered around a table. You give them a kind smile, playing the part of the dutiful daughter, knowing that your plans for escape were all laid.

"Good morning," your mother says, an air of suspicion in her voice.

"Morning," you say, sitting down next to her. "Good morning, Father."

"You haven't forgotten about your commitment today, I hope?" your father asks.

"No, I remember I am meeting with Lord Lannys today," you say innocently. He studies you for a moment like he doesn't believe you, but then his expression changes, or he forces it to. He forces himself to believe that you have finally pulled out of your darkness.

"Perhaps I'll accompany you down there," he says, "It's been a while since I have checked in on Lannisport."

"No," you say quickly. "You said you'd let me go with just a few guards."

"So I did."

"I have so little freedom," you say, "Am I to be chaperoned every day of my life?" The look on your father's face is one of remembrance, that this is the behavior he expects from his daughter.

"You will stay close to your guards," he says firmly.

"Of course."

"Our world is not as safe as it once was."

"I know."

"Very well."

You thank him and your mother, and when you bid them farewell, it is bittersweet. You try to see them as the loving parents you had when you were younger, but now you only see the causes of your heartbreak, and know that you're making the right call.

"When will she be here?" Joffrey asks impatiently, for the third time.

"Soon, I think," Jace answers.

"Why has it taken so long?"

"You don't have to wait with me, Joff," he says with a look to the younger boy. "It takes a long time to get here from the Westerlands."

In his plan, Jace had wanted to assure that your route would not be easily followable. The plan was for you to go to Lannisport and get aboard a ship that would take you to Seaguard. From there, you would travel by horse to Gulltown, where the Arryns would assure you passage to Dragonstone.

Yesterday, he got word that you arrived to Gulltown safely. If all went well, you would be in Dragonstone anytime now.

But the waiting was agony. Many times, Jace thought about saddling Vermax and flying out to you, just to get one glimpse of you. He knew himself, though, and knew that if he saw you, even from the air, he wouldn't want to let you out of his sights. He needed to wait patiently.

He was as bad as Joffrey, though.

When he finally sees your ship on the horizon, his heart starts beating faster. He rushes from his balcony and makes his way through the castle. Joffrey tries to keep up, but Jace loses him somewhere along the steps leading down to the shore.

Jace gets to the pier just as the small boat does. He doesn't think he is breathing as you step off the boat. Your eyes are searching for his and when they find him, a smile breaks across your face. You run towards him and he does the same, meeting you in the middle of the pier.

The second you are in his arms, you break down into tears. You cling to every part of him, your hands needing to touch him, needing to know that he is well. He realizes he is doing the same, his hand tangled in your hair, the other on your back.

"Oh, it's so good to see you," you say, pulling back just enough to look him over. Before Jace can say anything, you kiss him quickly, but fiercely.

"I'm so glad you're here," he says, hugging you again. You laugh, squeezing him just as tight.

"You're probably exhausted," he says, taking your hand and leading you back towards the castle. "You've had a long journey."

"Just a month," you say with a shrug, making him laugh.

"Well, you deserve your rest. I'll bring you right to my room," he says, "But there's one thing you'll have to do first."

"What's that?" you ask, furrowing your brow.

"Speak to my mother."

Dragonstone castle is not that much different from King's Landing, but it's unfamiliar, and unwelcoming. At least, the men sitting around Rhaenyra are. As you stand before them, some of your courage starts to slip.

"I am relieved to see you here safely, Lady Y/N," Rhaenyra says with a gentle smile.

"Thank you, Your Grace," you say. She stands and moves closer to you.

"I am sorry for having to do this, but seeing as your house has pledged their support to my brother, I have to ask where you allegiance lies," she says, stopping in front of you.

"With you, of course," you say immediately.

"You must know the risks, Y/N," she says, "You could very well be killed for supporting my claim and Jace's." For a moment, you glance back at your prince, and gather strength from his encouraging look.

"I'd burn my whole life down before I listen to another second of my father's scheming, and well before I bend the knee to Aegon Targaryen," you say.

"I love your son very much, I would never do anything to jeopardize his future, or yours, My Queen." Rhaenyra gives you a smile that is so much like her sons. She nods her head.

"Thank you, Y/N. Welcome to Dragonstone."

"Thank you, Your Grace," you say. Before you can even turn around, Jace's hand is in yours. He is looking down at you with a smile.

"Come on," he says, pulling on your hand gently. He leads you through the castle, up to his chambers, which will now be your own, he explains.

Once the doors close behind you, he is upon you, wrapping you in his arms as he kisses you. You smile into the kiss, realizing that this is not a dream, or just a passing moment. You'll get to stay in his arms for the rest of your lives.

"I love you," you say when you break away. "Thank you for getting me out of there."

"You're my lady, Y/N," he says, "And very soon I'll make you my princess. Of course I sent for you. I love you."

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your body into his again as your lips connect again.

"You must be exhausted," he says breathlessly. "You'll want to sleep."

"All I want is right here."

[igglemouse]

Week 3 ~ Just A Smile ~ Wednesday

There is nothing quite like starting off your day with a little meditation. It just clears the mind and gets you ready for whatever might come and trust me, the best way to handle a day is to be mentally prepared for it all.

I also believe it helps with my writing. I can't prove that scientifically, but when you are in the realm of creativity what does science matter?

I should say, sometimes when I meditate, I feel like I might be floating. I never open my eyes to see if I am because that might just ruin the sensation of it. If I feel like I'm floating then I simply AM floating.

Unfortunately, I can't meditate all day or rather I suppose it would be unhealthy for me to as I do have a few chores to get to around the house. Fixing ANOTHER broken thing and doing a bit of laundry. Thankfully, not much to do since this place is so small but I'll be honest and admit I can't wait to move out of this place.

Speaking of, wish me luck at work! That is the only way I'll be able to move out into some place bigger and better after all. I hope to outgrow this job, writers assistant, by just becoming an author myself. I think so far I've done alright?

The day at work is what you expect, typical. Nothing really exciting happened so nothing to really talk about.

I head for the kitchen at once when I make it home. My body needing a bit of sustenance especially for what I have planned for the rest of the day. A yoga session at Little Harmony.

I do enjoy the place and so far I haven't run into any naked yogi's yet! I'm almost, ALMOST, a little disappointed. I guess Nam counts but I feel like he was just showing off.

I would continue to be 'almost' disappointed because today it was more of the same. There's a few other people here but all of them are very well covered and so far, most people keep to themselves. Practicing and posing within their own space which I will certainly not invade.

Here is a Sasism for you. Don't pop someone's bubble, it might splatter onto yours and you never know if theirs is made of acid. Ok, that one might need a little work, but nothing is perfect. Just, if someone is off in their own corner, most times it is best to leave them be.

Just as I am finishing up in comes Caroline. She has a worried look on her face and I can tell some issue has been chasing her. Don't ask how, I'm just good at this kind of thing? I do my best to try to help her, ease her mind just a little, but she doesn't budge or reveal much. I just want to let her know that whatever problems she has perhaps yoga can help? Not directly, no, but it clears your mind and it makes you flexible physically AND mentally.

So I try to show her a few stretches and poses that might help her in whatever she needs help with but honestly she seems to be somewhere else. I can't get much out of her and she isn't paying too much attention honestly and eventually she decides she must go and leaves with a bit of an ominous message. Something about wanting to see me again but it just might not be possible?

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[fluff-n-cookies]

Thinking about yandad Dabi and his child who's now around 9-11 years old. Your writing has absolutely captivated me <3

Dabi starts getting more possessive, more protective, and certainly more assertive. He's your dad, after all—you HAVE to listen to him, no? It's too dangerous to go outside without him keeping an eye on you, you're still so tiny and fragile. He'll be damned if his kid steps foot out of the apartment without his say so, no ifs or buts.

After a long day of setting people on fire and committing various crimes, Dabi just wants to scoop you up into a bone-crushing hug and plop down onto the couch to snuggle his baby, paying no mind to your complaints.

While he's soft and affectionate towards you, it's a completely different story when it comes to others. Dabi is ruthless and aggressive, destroying anyone and anything that may try to take you away–much less harm you. It doesn't matter how small, Dabi will turn it into ashes without remorse. If you somehow figure out about his actions and try to make a run for it? He'd be crushed, obviously–Dabi can't stand the thought of you fearing him. Rest assured, he'd track you down and bring you back home, suffering you in cuddles while scolding you. He's your dad–you need to listen to him.

(Btw sorry about how long this became didn't realize I was ranting)

omg hi???? thank you for gracing me with this masterpiece??? wtf???? (lovingly)

For those who don't know, this post is related to these

Pt 1, Pt 2

and this is all so fucking true. I plan on making a longer fic on this (sorry to say that I haven't drafted it yet, I'm working on overhaul posts)

but he's so paranoid, so utterly terrified 24/7, he dead bolts all the doors and windows at night and only lets you go outside between 11 AM and 5PM unless it's for school.

speaking of which, he hates them for giving his baby so much homework and taking away from their time together buuttt he genuinely believes you need to get your education, don't skip out on highschool like he did.

and he does this thing, this god awful thing, after dinner, after your daily shower, and after getting you all nice and snuggly for bed and into your cat pajamas. he'll do this thing where he'll hold you tight to his chest while he flicks through the news channel.

now normally this would be fine, perfectly fine, if I weren't for the fact he either goes to true crime channels where they display the horrific acts of villains (himself included) live. he tells you that the world is a horrifying place, that that's how he burned himself, how painful it was, the scorching flames. he doesn't mean to traumatize you, it's just to warn you!

either that, or he'll go to news channels covering endeavor's problems, scandals, recent missions, interviews. please don't ask who that strange man with eyes like yours is. he'll hold you tighter and say in the lightest voice possible. "he's a bad man, don't you dare go near him, he'll hurt you like he hurt me."

don't say anything else after that.

he's just tired, so tired, and you're there, right when he gets home after running "errands". you're his reminder of what he's working towards, this future with no heroes and no pain that he's trying to build. the revenge he longs for and the aftermath where you thrive. really, you're the reason he gets up in the morning these days, the reason he stopped smoking in the house, the reason why there's no more beer in the fridge, only tenderly made lunches that he makes every Sunday to prepare for the week.

you're like this stress ball, this hit of Serotonin and Dopamine and what not. every time you smile he can feel his heart clenching. when he looks at you, he sees the boy he once used to be, happy. you're so happy, so pure.

he refuses to let you go out much, his reasoning being that the world's a terrible place. when you ask what's his job, what he does at "work" every day, he only chuckles.

"Oh baby, I'm trying to makes this world a better place, my job is to try and stop all the bad things from happening. I'm a type of... Freedom fighter, really."

and he so, so, so so so so so so sweet to you. you have never known Dabi, ruthless arsonist and serial killer. you have never known Touya, a boy lost in his own insanity and deprivation of paternal love. both are vicious, people, downright insane. one's a criminal the other's incapable of ever recovering from his own madness and fury.

the only person you know is your Dad, Dad's a nice guy, he plays doll house and dress up with you and watches cartoons with you every morning before school. he lets you wear his jacket when you're cold and left yours at school in your cubby, and he takes you out for donuts or ice cream monthly. sure, he doesn't have money, he can't buy you that many toys and sometimes they turn the light off because he missed too many bills, but he loves you. that's all you need to know.

Dad is a kind person, he's not Dabi or Touya, he's definitely not a hero. he's your dad.

And Dad does the best job of gas-lighting you to hell and back. you want to go outside after 5 or before 11? welp, he's not coming with you, sorry honey, maybe tomorrow. what do you mean you'll go anyway? the boogeyman'll get you! (it's him, he's the boogeyman, he knows you won't last a second out in the real world with your loving father's help and he's going to exploit it the moment you start to show independence.)

but it's very unlikely that Dabi would ever even get the chance to do this when you're 9-11 years old, you know why? because you'll be in Endeavor's custody by then. I refuse to elaborate since then I'll be spoiling the plot of Part 3 and I don't want that.

P.S. you wanna be tagged?

[wweasleyhp]

"You can act like you hate me all you want, but we both know the truth." (Fred Weasley x reader)

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptfills

I feel a wet substance drench me. A roar of laughter erupts seconds after. I'm covered in a gooey substance. I look up and see past the goo the suspects: Fred and George Weasley.

"That was brilliant Fred!" George exclaims.

One suspect then. Fred. I stomp angrily away to get a shower.

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After I get cleaned up, I walk to my dorm and someone taps my shoulder. It's Fred.

"I'm not in the mood, Weasley," I say.

"I just wanted to uh apologise," he replies, "That prank wasn't meant for you."

"I don't care if that prank was or wasn't meant for me, I was still humiliated," I answer.

"I know I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"

I step closer to him, "Here's how, stay out of my way!"

That was in first year. Unfortunately, it hasn't been entirely possible.

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We were in Potions class. Professor Snape assigned me to the git.

As I'm preparing the potion, he says, "I am sorry for that prank."

"Ok," I answer.

"Come on, don't be like that," he replies, "It's been two years."

"I thought I told you to stay away from me."

"Well I didn't exactly choose to be your Potions partner."

I roll my eyes.

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Harry had won his First Task so Gryffindor was having a party (other houses were invited too of course).

"Guys! We're playing Spin the Bottle!" Lee Jordan exclaims, "Seven Minutes in Heaven edition!"

"Come on," Angelina takes my hand.

"Angie, I haven't even had my first kiss yet," I say.

"So? Might as well get it over with."

I sigh as I sit down next to her. Technically if I had to go, I could just not do anything. No one would know.

A few rounds pass by. People cheer and whisper as students go inside the wardrobe.

"Your turn, Y/N," George smiles.

I exhale as I spin the bottle. It lands on someone opposite me. I hear whistles and I look up. Fred.

"You have got to be kidding me," I mutter.

"Ouch," he smirks.

"Do I have to?" I groan.

"It's the rules darling," he answers.

"Let's just get this over with," I stand up, I point my finger at him, "And don't think about trying anything, you got me, Weasley?"

He puts his hands up in mock surrender, "Loud and clear."

Chuckles can be heard as we both enter the wardrobe.

I lean against the wall inside the wardrobe and we stay like this for a while.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Fred asks.

"Cause of your stupid pranks and you just can't seem to leave me alone," I reply.

"Not this again," he rolls his eyes, "I said I was sorry."

"Ok."

"Anyways it's not my fault fate keeps pushing us together," he says, "I've actually been keeping my promise."

He didn't promise anything. I shouted at him to leave me alone.

"We have two minutes left," I comment.

He nods, "We do, anything left to say?"

"Maybe there's another way you can make it up to me for that prank," I reply, my voice getting quieter.

"And what might that be?"

I can't believe I'm going to ask him this. But I really need that first kiss over and done with.

"Be my first kiss?"

"What?" he asks confused.

"Oh don't make me ask again," I say, "I get it, how have I not gotten my first kiss when we're in our sixth year and why with me but I think it's the least you could do."

He smirks, "Alright."

"Don't make me regret asking you."

"Right, sorry, darling," he answers and then leans into me, closing the gap between our lips.

It's brief and as soon we pull apart, George opens the door.

"So? Anything fun?" he asks.

I glare at Fred.

Fred shakes his head, "Nope, nothing."

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It's our seventh year. Our last year in Hogwarts. We're having a party at the start of the year.

I grab a drink. Probably my fourth or fifth one and I sit on the couch.

Then, the couch sinks. I look next to me. Fred.

"What do you want?" I ask annoyed.

"Sorry, uh, I just didn't know who to come to," he says.

I look at him. He has a black eye.

I immediately take his hand and go to my room. I grab my first aid kit and get him to sit on my bed.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I was trying to be the good guy and stop some bloke from touching up a girl," he answers, "He was really drunk."

My lips turn into a thin line, "Right."

As I'm cleaning his cuts, I feel his gaze on me.

When I finish I say, "Done."

We stay silent for a while.

He blurts out, "I fancy you."

His eyes are dazed and his words are slightly slurred.

My breath hitches, "Fred, you're drunk."

"I definitely drank a few but I promise you I am being serious right now," he says.

I lean in, there's a few inches between us. Do I give in?

"Fred, I..." I whisper and then back away, "I'm sorry."

What if I did something I would regret?

"It's okay, it's uh my fault," he says.

"Fred..."

"It's just, I'm not crazy for knowing that there's something going on between us," he continues.

I don't reply. He's not wrong.

"You can act like you hate me all you want, but we both know the truth."

[blueberri-blu]

rise raph x male reader?? he's way short and super gay for how much bigger raph is than him.

ty tyy!! <3

Of course!! I haven't written for a male!reader before, so it might not be the best, but either way I tried!! I hope you like it, here's what I came up with:

Lil' Guy╹♡╹

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When you two first meet, he's a little nervous

Your so small

And he is so big, especially compared to you

So, at first he avoids you

Anytime you get too close, he'll try to subtly put distance between you two

Emphasis on tries

After some scolding from Dr. Delicate Touch

He stops trying to avoid you,

He's still as careful as possible

Only now you're actually able to spend time with

And you?

The moment you saw Raph, your gay little ass was SO fucking excited

He's fucking huge

Yet his heart is so much bigger

The way he does on his brothers, the way he's just so nice to everyone, opening the door for you, bringing you the last slice of pizza

Who wouldn't fall for the cute teddy bear turtle

You realize your feelings when you get caught up in the middle of a fight

And just as the enemy is about to strike

Raph cages you, practically kabe dons you, to a nearby wall

Your face is so close to his plastron

Once his brothers are able to flee, he grabs you and just starts jumping from roof to roof

You get to the lair, and you're practically as red as his mask

Leo, of course, makes this observation known to all of New York

And Raph and you are now the same color

After this Raph tries to avoid you again

Raph is only doing this because he is very clnfused

Unlike his brothers, he wasn't as well versed in the media

So he's only ever seen hetero relationships

This makes him panic because?? You're a boy??? And he likes you??

He goes to Mikey for help, only to get Dr. Feelings (either way, it helps)

It ends up being a whole TED talk for all of the brothers (between Dr. Feelings and April)

To educate them on different sexualities

After this, he comes to the realization that he does like you, romantically, and it's ok, and no, there wasn't anything wrong with him

But now came the inevitable: ✨Gay Panic✨

He didn't know if you 1.) felt the same or 2.) if you even liked men???

This is when surprisingly, Donnie comes in and talks some logic into Raph

"Look, brother, you know I am not one for... Feelings" (he shuddered at the word)

"However, from the data I have collected, he does seem to be attracted to men" "But how do you KNOW know?" "Raph, he literally showed us pictures of him at a pride parade, with the gay men flag... And he has said multiple times that he can't get a boyfriend..." "oh... OH..."

Raph takes the risk and starts "flirting" with you

AKA sitting really close to you, feeding you (while bashfully looking away), and being your Guard Dog Privilege

If you want a relationship with him, You most definitely have to make the first move

When you ask Raph out confidently, he almost died of cuteness overload

You're just so small

And looking down at you while you look up at him with confidence he just

He breaks

He does say yes though

And once you're dating

Be prepared for his brothers' jokes

They call you his chihuahua and him your Malibut

Raph is constantly dying of cuteness overload

And whenever he gets cuteness aggression, he pinches your cheeks

If you're ever mad at him, he tries SO hard to take you seriously (and he does) it's just so cute seeing you look up at him with violence in your eyes, knowing very well you can't actually hurt him

And whenever you ogle at how big he is?

Raph could die right there

Comparing hand sizes? Redder than his mask

You massage his biceps? Heart attack

And if you give him a sultry look? Nosebleed and passes out

Over all, you and Raph are just the perfect pair <3

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Sooo ... This is a bit longer than I expected, but I did it!! I hope you like it! If there's any advice you can give me for writing male!reader I'd greatly appreciate it!

[lynnuvo]

Golden Retriever's Leash

Characters: Midoriya Izuku x Female (Y/N)

If there's one thing anyone knows about Midoriya Izuku, it was that he was the sweetest boy in all of UA. His kindness and seemingly never-ending flow of support played a great part in your romantic interest in him, after all. Fueled by his oblivious encouragement, you surprised Midoriya with a date consisting of some of his favorite activities and merch to ask him out. He was a blushing mess and cried on the spot, sputtering acceptance between sobs. After being bullied for years and being fixated on his quirkless or now-quirk-filled body, he hadn't expected anyone to see him in such a light.

But the truth was that more than a couple did. You just happened to have the balls to get to him first.

It was unfortunate you weren't in his class. After learning about what happened at the Unforeseen Simulation Joint (USJ), you were quick to ask for his number that day in the cafeteria. His classmates' gushing made your insides swirl, but you continued, telling Midoriya you wanted to learn more about him. He--with a face as red as a tomato--happily gave it to you. Since then, you both messaged pretty often and went on a few hangouts outside of school. With trouble brewing about with villains, however, Midoriya had been messaging less, and you two haven't gotten to hang out as much.

Your classmates and even some students outside of class gushed about how lucky you were to have Midoriya by your side, but you knew there were at least a few that were jealous. Or at least you guessed. Though you displayed confidence about the security of your relationship to your friends, a part of you was anxious about him losing feelings. This was especially so now that he lived in a dorm with his entire class.

One day, you were leaving class when you heard your name being called. You turned to the right to find Midoriya in his school uniform, with his tie still not properly done, rushing over to you. His smile was beaming so hard, you would have been blinded if it were possible.

"Midoriya-kun, nice to see you," you greeted with a smile, ignoring the gushes of your friends as they hurried to leave you alone with your lover. "It's not often you come all the way to my class. What's up?"

"Oh--uh--I just missed you is all," he replied with a blush. One of his hands grasped yours. "It's been so hectic lately. I was thinking maybe...seeing you would make my day better. Can I walk you back to your dorm?"

You chuckled. "Better yet, why don't we go sit in the courtyard? I missed you too. Let's talk before we have to go back!'

"Really?! That'd be great! Yes please!"

You both headed to his dorm for your spontaneous date. His classmates waved upon noticing your presence, and a couple of the girls made noises that sent Midoriya into a blushing mess. His class has met you a few times, all of which you managed to squeeze in free time to be somewhere around them. Most of their welcoming aura, however, likely resulted due to Midoriya sharing cute pictures of you to them and gushing about how in love he was. At least, that was what you knew according to Mina Ashido.

Once you both settled on a bench, you stretched your arms. "Ah, it feels good to hang out again. Are you busy this afternoon?"

His smile fell a bit. "I am, unfortunately. I was hoping to ask you on a date, but I need to prepare for my Provisional Hero License Exam. It's really important."

"I know it's important to you, love. I don't know what hero would exist without one," you chuckled, ruffling his fluffy green hair. You reached into your bag and pulled out a bento box and a pair of chopsticks. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to finish the leftovers from lunch. Would you like to try some?"

"I'm okay, don't worry! You don't have much left, so you should eat them all."

"It's fine. You won't hurt me by trying my cooking again."

"I wouldn't want you to go hungry later because of that one scoop though. Oh! Hold on! I almost forgot!"

Your boyfriend dug through his backpack and withdrew a box of chocolates with an adorable red bow wrapped around it. As he undid it, he explained, "I was visiting the grocery store the other day when I ran into a student here at UA in their uniform still. I don't know why they were outside UA in their uniform since it's especially dangerous, considering the USJ attack. I was in my civilian clothes because of that. Maybe they were running a quick errand before heading back to the dorms? Um. Anyway, she saw me and ran away almost immediately. I was freaking out and wondered if I did something to offend her that badly, but then she came back while I was at the register with this box. She said she just bought it and wanted to give it to me."

The excitement you had for the chocolates faded away the more he spoke. Maintaining a smile the best you could, you took a piece of chocolate he offered and asked, "Why did she give you chocolates?"

"She said it was because I was cool and thought it could help me relax," he answered with a slight blush. You'd learned a long while ago that his blushes were prone to emotions of different kinds, but your stomach churned despite your brain acknowledging he was probably just flustered at the praise. "I said thanks and thought about giving it to you."

"Awww, that's...so sweet, love." You ate the chocolate and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for thinking about me, but it doesn't feel right for me to eat something meant for you."

He frowned. "Please? Do you not like it?"

"Oh, no! It's delicious. I just...."

"If you like it, don't hesitate to eat. Pretty please? I'll try your leftovers in exchange for you eating some more chocolate."

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "I just can't resist an offer like that from you, can I?"

The two of you spent the rest of the hour you had together chatting about classes and what else has been going on in your lives. It didn't take long to finish eating, and you both decided to conclude your meeting then. Once you both parted, your mind returned to the girl who gifted your lover the chocolates. Even as you tried to fall asleep, your heart was heavy while your mind conjured up different scenarios that endangered your relationship. Although you doubted that Midoriya would ever betray you, security wasn't set in stone. You two have been together for less than a year, and people could be unpredictable.

A few weeks went by. You and Midoriya privately celebrated the acquisition of his new license by enjoying dinner at a restaurant. The boy was all nerves, a cute sight. He'd never been on a date until he met you. Despite having been on several since then, a meal in a dimly lit, fancy location set such a romantic tone. You both shared a gentle kiss at the end of the night. Things were looking up for you two.

Until Midoriya came up to you with another gift from a girl.

And another.

One was flowers and another was an All Might keychain, both to celebrate his accomplishments thus far. Now, you didn't like thinking of yourself as the jealous type. It was smarter to acknowledge that those gifts were likely given with his well intent. But what bothered you was that not only was Midoriya not reassuring you, but he was also clearly oblivious. Despite knowing you needed to either talk to him or figure out how to dissolve your emotional conflict yourself, you opted for the second. It'd be less embarrassing for him to not know this side of you.

What made you sad upon thinking about it shifted into agitation when you were approached by a girl in one of the Support classes. You had just finished a mathematics test. After a night of cramming information, all you wanted to do was go to your room and take a fat nap. Alas, lunch was in the way, but you could use some energy. While you were in line, she tapped you on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, I hope this isn't too invasive to ask, but do you and Midoriya-san know each other personally?" she questioned, twiddling her fingers. "I've seen you two talk in the halls a couple times; that's why I ask."

You nodded. "Uh--yes. How come?"

"Well, I was wondering...um...sorry this is embarrassing."

You smiled and ushered her in front of you. She didn't have a lunch box and didn't reject your indirect offer to enter the line. "It's okay. You can tell me."

"Thank you, thank you." She bowed before taking a deep breath. "Do you know if he has a girlfriend?"

Your heart dropped. "Oh. Are you interested in him?"

She nodded, hands shooting to cup her cheeks. "Yes! I've been admiring him for a while. I saw this other girl give him flowers and was wondering if those two might be together. Maybe I lost my chance..."

"Oh, no. Um. They're not dating."

"Really?!"

"Yeah. Me and him are."

Her eyes grew as wide as saucers as she let out a gasp. "You?! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

You chuckled. "It's fine, really. We haven't had much time to see each other during school, so he's been without me lately. Otherwise, we hold hands sometimes."

"Aww, that's so cute! Congratulations!"

You were grateful she was such a kind girl, but it unsettled you how sought after your boyfriend really was. It made you wonder at night if he received even "closer" treatment from his female classmates. It irked you. It ate at you. It made your stomach flip to think about too much.

Your last straw came on what was supposed to be a happy day. Classes were preparing for the school festival, an event you'd been dying to participate in. If any Japanese school's festival was meant to be eye-catching, then UA's was bound to be one of--if not--the best. Midoriya had been messaging you about Eri, a child he'd saved during his internship with Pro Hero Sir Nighteye. You were relieved to hear both he and the girl were safe. He promised to make up for your worries by giving you the "best festival experience ever!"

You were really looking forward to it until the day you came over to his class while they were building their set outside. His peers invited you over to help, but it ended up being the guys encouraging you to sit and catch up with Midoriya while they handled the heavy work. Urakaka, a sweet soul, gave you a glass of lemonade along with the rest of the class.

As you two talked, a notification from Midoriya's phone made him reach for it out of his pocket. He smiled and showed it to you. "I almost forgot. Do you remember the girl who gave me flowers?"

Your lips tightened into a smile. "Yes. What about her?"

"She came by my class last week and asked for my number. I gave it to her, and we've been making great conversation! She's nice and really encouraging. And guess what? She also collects All Might figures!" He leaned forward with sparkles in his eyes. "She invited me to come to an All Might event at the mall! I didn't even know one was happening! Isn't that cool?"

"Yes, dear. Does she know you have a girlfriend?"

"Um. Not yet. The topics of our talks have been on All Might, classes, and other stuff. Not about relationships."

Without wasting a second, you set your glass of lemonade on a table, stood, and walked away.

Midoriya called your name and raced over to you, but you yanked his hand off your shoulder and continued storming away from your boyfriend. Your chest quaked as tears escaped your eyes. You wiped them away to avoid unwanted attention, though you were likely already getting it from the distancing chatter of Class 1A. Even though you should probably have let your classmates know you were turning in for the day, you stormed all the way to your room and locked yourself inside. Sobs escaped your mouth at last. Throughout the rest of the day, your phone buzzed with messages and missed calls from the green-haired boy, but you didn't have the energy nor desire to answer them. A couple classmates came to check on you, but they got the hint to give you some space after a small talk.

You knew you couldn't avoid the situation long, though. When you woke the next morning, you turned on your phone to find apology after apology from Midoriya. He begged to see you and talk, and he apologized for bringing up another girl into the conversation. You sighed and messaged for the next time he'd be available to meet privately. He messaged back immediately that he can come over to your dorm as soon as possible. You hesitated before replying that he can come over in the afternoon and sent directions to your room. He'd never been to your dorm before, but luckily, it was a weekend, and you were sure your classmates wouldn't mind him coming over after they noticed your gloomy demeanor.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye while you readied yourself and your room for his arrival. A knock sounded on your door, and you opened it to find Midoriya holding a bouquet of your favorite colored flowers.

You let out a heartless laugh. "Is this one from another girl?"

He sucked in a breath of air and bit his lip. "No. This one is for you. Can I please come in and talk to you, (Y/N)-chan?"

"Sure." You stepped aside and gestured him to sit on the bed. He did so after handing over the flowers, their sweet smell tickling your nose. As much as you wanted to bury your head in his display of affection, you set the bouquet on your desk and sat next to him. "Hon, I'm sorry for walking off so suddenly yesterday, but we need to talk."

He nodded. "I know. I know what I did wrong."

"What did you do wrong?"

"I..." His eyes fell to your lap. "I kept on accepting gifts from other girls, and I let them get too close to me. I talked with Mina since she seemed to know more about relationships than I do, and she told me that...I wasn't really good at making myself look taken. She was there most of the time when those other girls came up, except for the one with the chocolates. She told me I should have rejected those gifts."

"Do you believe her?"

"I...I do, but I don't want to be mean to those girls."

"I understand. I do, really," you told him, resting one of your hands on his. "But it's not as much the fact you're accepting their gifts that makes me upset."

"It's not?"

You hiccupped and wiped your eyes with your other hand. "Whenever you tell me about these interactions, you never tell me you love me right after, or that I'm your only girl. Gifts are sweet, but letting another girl have your number AND not telling her you have a girlfriend already right off the bat is too far! You know, this one time at lunch, this girl came up to me asking if you had a girlfriend. It hurt a lot. Not because I don't think you'd be a good boyfriend, but it hurt knowing that if she were to make a move, you'd probably accept it."

Midoriya moved your hands aside and cupped your face in his hands. He kissed your tears, despite needing to wipe a few tears of his own. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I'll do better, I promise. I'm sorry for hurting you so much. From now on, I'll make sure you know you're my only girl. I'll make sure the world knows. I promise. I love you, my dear."

"I love you, Izuku," you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Please don't leave me for anyone else."

"Never. I promise."

He held you for a moment before pulling you away. Your lovely boyfriend wiped your tears with a gentle smile, a gesture you couldn't help but smile back at even as your face was a mess. Impatient for more of his affection, you pulled him for a kiss on the lips.

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"Hey, did you read about that scandal Deku-kun got dragged into?" Uraraka questioned as she removed her hero gear. Her shift had finally ended, and she was more than ready to clock out of work.

Jiro shoved her jacket into her locker and yanked out her civilian backpack. "Yeah, I don't know why that one tabloid company keeps bringing up 'anonymous' accusations against him. We both know how head-over-heels he is for (Y/N). They're married, for fuck's sake."

"I can't imagine Deku-kun cheating on her. I guess we're all bound to get into a scandal of some sort since we're basically celebrity-level popular." Urakaka sighed. "I'm terrified to find out what scandal I'll get into."

Jiro bumped her shoulder with a grin. "As long as you're honest, you'll be fine! Now come on! The others are waiting for us for lunch. Kirishima texted me the address."

Urakaka changed as swiftly as she could. Then, she and Jiro got into the latter's care and drove to the restaurant. Every now and then, members of UA's former Class 1A planned a hangout for those who were available. Last time, the location was a western-styled buffet. This time, it was a casual ramen shop.

"There you two were!" Kirishima cheered, pointing his bottle of soju as the pair as they entered. "I was worried you guys would cancel last minute."

Jiro rolled her eyes, dragging an excited Uraraka into the seat beside her own. "Please, I have some manners. Pass me a bottle. I'm pooped."

"Are you sure you don't want to eat before drinking?" (Y/N) passed her a steaming bowl of ramen. "We ordered some to have them ready as you guys came. It's delicious!"

"Well, if you insist."

"Thank you, (Y/N)-chan!" Uraraka exclaimed as she started shoving her face with noodles. After swallowing, she looked around the shop. "Where's Deku-kun? He's usually here with you during our hangouts."

You chuckled. "Yeah, but he told me to go ahead of him. Have you guys seen the new issue of that one tabloid we talked about a couple days ago?"

Jiro scoffed. "Yeah. I was shocked when you sent the link in the groupchat. I got a magazine later that day before work just to make sure it was real. The audacity."

"I don't get the point of bringing up this drama," Kirishima stated with a frown. "Midoriya's so honest. If anyone were to do any cheating, it absolutely could not be him. Imagine! Midoriya, the cheater?! Japan would go insane!"

Uraraka laughed. "I think 'insane' is a bit of a stretch."

"I don't think so!"

You shook your head with a laugh at your silly friends. "Izuku saw the tabloids too. That's why he's not here with me right now. He wanted to go to the company himself and talk to the person who's making up such things."

Uraraka's jaw dropped. "Can he actually make them stop?"

You shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I think getting an earful from the Number One Hero is enough to intimidate any person out of gossip."

Just then, the shop's bell rang. All heads at the table turned to the entrance to see a built man with a bouquet of roses in one hand and a small box in the other. His eyes lit up upon seeing the group.

He rushed over to you guys, laid the items on the table, and embraced you tightly. "There's my darling! Hey guys!"

"I wanna hug too!" Kirishima pouted, Despite it being a joke, Midoriya laughed and squeezed him into a hug as well. The two were balls of positive energy even years later. After Kirishima let him go, he scanned the items. "Wow. You make me feel so single."

"I'm sorry! That wasn't my intention! I just felt so terrible after reading those tabloids; I couldn't shake my mind from (Y/N). I just had to get her something."

Uraraka held the bouquets, feeling the petals. "Remind me to never settle for a man who's less of a husband than you."

"What?! I'm just doing my best! It's nothing much!"

"It's everything, love," you reassured, kissing your husband on the cheek before opening the tiny box on the table. Upon seeing the gem, you rolled your eyes and lightly punched him. "Again with the bracelets?!"

"But this one is totally your color!" Midoriya pouted. "Try it on! Please!"

After doing so, you couldn't help but roll your eyes once more. "Okay. You didn't lie, but you still have to save your money."

He kissed your forehead. "Spending money on you is the best kind of spending."

You absolutely adored him.

Jiro tugged at your shirt. "Hey, lovebirds, why don't you guys kiss tonight and eat now? The food is getting cold."

Midoriya's face exploded red. "Sorry, sorry! Eating now!"

[moirindeclermont]

I know many of you have been waiting for this. Today's episode of "All Polin's First Time We Didn't See" is about a specific belt (thanks @bookgamer) and Pen having the time of their lives while torturing her dear husband in the best way possible.

One night, she confesses to Colin that sometimes her mind brings her back to their first time, and somehow she is stuck on the image of him undoing his belt, and that she wants to tie him to the bed and have her way with him.

Of course, Colin accepts. He loves it when Pen takes the reins in their bedroom, and this step feels natural and almost inevitable.

Setting everything up takes a couple of days so they are not disturbed and everything is prepared. Of course, he has his belt on, and there are some water and snacks by the bedside table—they have learned what's needed in time. The safe word is always "Plant."

He stands half-naked and kneels, waiting for instruction. They have played this game in reverse, so they know the rules quite well. Pen enters the room, and Colin has to control himself to try to look at her, knowing how magnificent she would be. "Colin, you may look," says Pen with confidence. He breathes in relief, only to gasp the moment he sees her. She has a dark green robe, the nightgown under is also dark green, and still, he can see the aura of her nipple. A goddess waiting for him.

She gets close and lifts his chin with her fingers, making him shiver.

"I take it you approve," she says, and he nods. Bloody hell, they haven't even started yet, and he is already aching. She looks at him, passing her hands on his curls. "You may get up. Go on the bed and present the belt to me," she added after a moment, releasing him.

He scrambles to get to his feet and on the bed. He takes the belt away from his pants and presents the belt to her, almost like a sacrifice.

Pen takes the belt from his hands, kissing him briefly on his lips. "Such a nice obedient husband I have," she purrs in his ears.

"Lie down and grasp on the head post," she adds in the same voice, and he can only comply

Pen gets to close the belt around his hand, and he is at the perfect height to suck a nipple into his mouth. Usually, he would not wait, but this time is different.

"Wife... may I suck your nipple?" Pen looks at him, smiling, "Since you asked so well, then yes you may".

He proceeds through the robe and the nightgown, but he guesses that Pen must feel it all the same since her breath gets a bit faster. He tries to go to the other one, but Pen scolds him. "I told you yes for one, not for two," she says mischievously, standing on her knees as she admires her work. He could free himself if he wanted to, but there is something nice and intense about giving up control. He is Pen's for tonight. To do as she sees fit.

"I prepared something for you," she whispers. The robe is down her shoulders now, the nightgown leaving only a thin veil of dark green on her skin. She lies down on the opposite side of the bed, her legs suddenly spread in front of him, his instinct telling him to move, but he can't. Pen now laughs. "Nah, nah, nah, you'll stay there while I touch myself. Then I'm going to take my pleasure with you. Colin, don't you dare come, am I making myself clear?"

Colin whines now but nods nevertheless. His wife knows that patience is not his strong suit. "Eyes on me, husband," the siren calls, and Colin is not strong enough to resist. He looks at her, her hands already playing with the hard nubs on her chest, and he feels like his brain is going without blood.

"I can feel you look at me even with my eyes closed, Colin," she tells him, on hand playing with the end of the nightgown until she finds what she is looking for.

He can see her arousal grow, and he is so frustrated he can't go and take care of that himself. He already wants to beg Pen to free him. This is so much harder than he anticipated. It is pure torture. Pen touch herself, a couple of fingers already inside her, and she moans. He moans in response, unable to stay still with his hips. She looks at him and smirks. "You are so pretty like this husband," she murmurs, collecting some of her pleasure for him to taste. He sucks those fingers hungrily.

"Let's take this out," she tells him, taking away his breeches. His dick jumps, finally free, and Pen does not hesitate a bit, taking in her dainty hand and pumping it a couple of times. Then, she is straddling him, grinding herself on him, and he is fighting not to release. He doesn't know how he is going to resist once he is inside her.

He doesn't have to wonder much because Pen seems incapable of waiting, and the moment after, he slides into her, making both of them gasp in delight.

She is using him, and it is glorious. She is riding him, scratching his nipple with her nails, and he can't do anything besides stay as still as he can, trying to think of anything as not to come. He watches her, enthralled by her search for her pleasure, and he vows he will stay there, not coming, as long as she needs to. It's a sight he would never forget.

"Pen, free me," he says unable to resist, he wants to touch her, but she looks at him and chuckle, doubling down on her riding.

She comes once like this, her core almost sending him to the edge, but he obeys her order. "Give me another husband, and then I'll free you," she whispers, and this time she lies down on top of him. "You can move your legs," she says, and he understands she wants him to work. It's hard to move like that, but he plants his feet on the bed and goes for depth instead of speed while her tits pressing on him are driving him crazy. He is a sweaty mess when she comes a second time, moaning her name.

"Please, Pen. Please," and she moves slowly to release him. "You beg so prettily, husband," as they kissed deeply. When he is free, his hands go immediately to her face. "You're so good at this Pen. So good," he flips them over. "I want to come inside you, Pen. Can I do it?" and she nods, open to him as he is to her. It doesn't take long; both are overstimulated at that point. He sees white when he finally comes, Pen keeping him inside her as her core is milking him.

He almost collapses on top of her. They will clean themselves soon, but they are now basking in the afterglow, sharing the most tender kisses as they murmur sweet nothings on each other lips. "You're so good", "You make me feel so powerful", "I love you", and now Colin gets her obsession with that belt... he might buy one more just in case she wants to take it...

I accept request! Please write me your favourite first, and I will bring it to life. Let me know what you think of this one as I hug (or shake hands, or thank you, depending on your boundaries. Each and every one of you for following me on this journey.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Sebek Zigvolt - Ceremonial Robes Vignette

"I shall speak quickly!!"

[Mirror Chamber]

Sebek: Hm... I think this should be the route my lord should take to today's ceremony.

Crowley: Ah, good timing. Zigvolt-kun!

Sebek: Headmage…? I was not aware of any meetings you may have with my liege…

Crowley: Am I not allowed to casually speak to my own students?

Crowley: Although actually, I was hoping you could help me prepare for the ceremony we are holding later. We are currently a little short-handed.

Crowley: There are two things I wish to request.

Crowley: First is escorting the guests. Second is to carry chairs and desks from Ramshackle.

Crowley: Both are simple tasks. Would you attend to these?

Sebek: Since it is a personal request from the Headmage yourself, I shall not refuse. I accept.

Sebek: Although, it is very evident that more assistance would be needed…

Crowley: Ah, no need to worry about that. I've already wrangled up three other fantastic helping hands.

Crowley: Or perhaps I should actually say it's 3 pairs of human hands, and one with paws…?

Grim: Myaaaaaaah!! I never said I was gonna help!

1. We have to. 2. Good students would do the tasks given them.

Jamil: Headmage, I would appreciate this being over with swiftly.

Sebek: Grim and [Yuu], huh. And the Vice Housewarden from Scarabia.

Sebek: Two scrawny humans and a small animal. I don't mean to be rude, but will these three be sufficient?

Jamil: If you have any complaints, you can ask someone else, then.

Crowley: Now, now. Grim-kun and [Yuu]-kun are probably the most knowledgeable when it comes to Ramshackle.

Crowley: Please have the two of them show you exactly where the chairs and desks are stored. Now then, I'll leave it to you all.

Jamil: So, that basically means [Yuu] and Grim will be getting the chairs and desks.

Sebek: It'll take all day if I leave it to just you two. I'll help as well.

Grim: The way you say that kinda pisses me off!

Sebek: I simply spoke the truth. How many chairs are you able to even carry in those little paws of yours?

Jamil: Hey, no fighting. I guess that means I'll be escorting the guests. [Yuu], look after these two.

Sebek: I cannot allow anything to keep my lord waiting for me. We should finish these tasks as quickly as possible.

Sebek: Hey, you two. Hurry and take me to Ramshackle, already.

Grim: Don't be tryin' to boss me around just 'cause you're bigger than me!

[Ramshackle Dorm – Hallway]

Sebek: So, this is the room with all the chairs and desks, I see. Then, allow me…

1. If you try to open it too forcefully… 2. We haven't started cleaning that room yet!

Grim: Yahoo, just slam that sucker open!

[SLAM!!]

Sebek: Urgh!? [cough, cough] Wh-what's with all the dust…!? It's as though it has been neglected for decades...

Grim: Myaha! Serves you right!

Sebek: Grim, you little… [cough] If you keep messing around, we'll never finish our tasks!

Grim: Hrk… Guess this guy has a point somehow…

Sebek: [sigh] …The room is one thing, but it looks like the chairs and desks aren't that dusty.

Sebek: However, it's not like they can be used as they are now. I'll bring them outside the room, so you two should wipe them down quickly.

1. Got it! 2. You good with that, Grim?

Grim: Hrrrrn～ Then, I guess I'll go and do ya the honor of grabbing a rag for ya! You better thank me!

Sebek: A good retainer knows that action speak louder than words. Hurry and bring that cleaning cloth already.

Grim: Mrraaah! You're just so annoyin'!

Sebek: Alright. I've finished carrying out all the chairs and desks. Have you finished wiping them all down?

Grim: Oh, yeah, we're done! They're all spick and span!

Sebek: Time to carry these to the Mirror Chamber, then. It may take us a few trips to carry all of these.

Sebek: Hup…

Grim: Myah!? You sure you can just carry 8 chairs like that!?

Sebek: Of course, this small amount is no problem whatsoever.

Grim: I-I can totally do that too, I just gotta use magic… Hyah! Myaah～?

Sebek: You're too shaky. It's much more efficient to carry these by hand while in a narrow corridor, instead of attempting to use magic.

Sebek: Hurry, we must away.

1. Then, I'll carry a desk. 2. Upsy-daisy…

Sebek: ! Hey, careful! I'm stacking the chairs right here, if you just haphazardly try to lift it like that…

Grim: Ah, watch out! The chairs are about ta fall!

Sebek: Urk!

[rattle, rattle]

Sebek: ...Whew, somehow I kept it from toppling over.

Sebek: [Yuu], how long to you intend on using my arms as a shield? I need you to move.

1. S-Sorry. 2. Thank you.

Sebek: I see your powerless human self is in full force. I cannot leave this to you, I'll carry the desks as well.

Sebek: It generally falls to me to carry heavy items in Diasomnia, as well.

1. They really rely on you, huh. 2. You're really strong, huh.

Sebek: Heh. Well, that's because I train every day so as I can protect my liege, Malleus-sama.

Sebek: SO IT IS ONLY NATURAL THAT BOTH MY LEIGE AND LILIA-SAMA WOULD SOLICIT MY ABILITIES!!!!!!!

Sebek: Why, just the other day, I had my lord's lab coat...

Grim: Myah! Look, [Yuu], Sebek! Carryin' chairs with magic's easy-peasy!

Sebek: H-Hey, keep an eye forward! You're going to bump into the corner!!

[crash!]

Grim: Myaaaah! I'm trapped under all the chairs! …Help meeee～!

[Mirror Chamber]

Sebek: Headmage, all the chairs and desks have been brought over here to the Mirror Chamber! …Headmaster, are you here!?

Jamil: Apparently, the Headmaster is entertaining the guests before the ceremony begins. He left just as I arrived a moment ago.

Sebek: I see… Then, what should be done about these chairs and desks?

Jamil: I made sure to ask how they were to be arranged, so I'll instruct you on what to do. [sigh] …It really seems like we got the short end of the stick.

Grim: Seriously! I'm gonna be pooped before the ceremony even starts!

Sebek: Nothing will get done if all you do is sit there and complain. We should finish this task quickly.

1. Let's do our best! 2. Yeah!

Jamil: Alright, then. I'll assign you what you need to do now, so make sure you listen well.

Sebek: Hup, whew… And, this chair should be here in this row.

Grim: Hrrrrn～ I can't get 'em to line up nicely with magic!

Sebek: You should just do what [Yuu] is doing and line them up by hand. …Hm? Are those chairs over there flying in a row into position?

Jamil: Hyah… There we go.

Grim: Myaaah! That's no fair, he gets to move all the chairs with magic!

Sebek: Urk… Well, there's nothing to be done about it, we're still learning how to more acutely control magic…!

Sebek: …I must quickly learn to control my magic more precisely. I am constantly training to do so, and yet…

1. Oh, is that so. 2. You're really serious about this.

Sebek: That's right. A task of this level would be child's play to my liege, and yet, here I am, still a fledgling…!

Grim: [pant, gasp] …What, you saying this liege-guy is really that amazing or something?

Sebek: Only his retainers may address him as 'my liege'! You should address him as the Mighty Malleus Draconia-sama.

Grim: You say, actin' all high and mighty. Then you should call me the Up-and-Coming Great Mage Grim-sama!

Jamil: Hey, you two. If you have time to stand there and argue, get to work. Don't you want to finish this up quickly?

Sebek: This is not an argument!!!! I am merely enlightening an ungrateful soul on my lord's splendid self.

Sebek: In any case, he is incredible. I'm sure you all heard of his exploits in last years' inter-dorm Spelldrive tournament!

Grim: Myah…?

1. His exploits…? 2. I really don't know.

Sebek: WH-WHAT!!?

Sebek: I cannot believe that there are creatures here in Twisted Wonderland who has absolutely no knowledge of his indomitable achievements…!?

Sebek: Well then, I shall enlighten you. I had not been enrolled here yet, however I was watching the match from the stands.

Sebek: Absolutely no one could hold a candle to the prowess of Diasomnia under my liege's leadership. It was a completely one-sided game.

Sebek: He summoned grand mountains that pierced the sky near the goal, so as to keep the opponent players from coming close…

Sebek: On top of that, the skies roared with thunder, just as if he were the Thorn Fairy of the Great Seven herself!

Grim: He made mountains and thunder!? If that's true, then this guy's too amazing!

Jamil: It feels a little more exaggerated than I remember, but… Yeah, that's about right, more or less.

Sebek: Aha! You sure know your stuff, for a human!

Jamil: Don't just attach yourself to me like that all of a sudden! You should probably leave off bragging about your lord for later. We're getting tired just listening to it.

Sebek: However this is nowhere near enough to grasp just how great he is…

Jamil: We know that Malleus-senpai is so wonderful you can't help but brag, yes, yes! …Sigh.

Jamil: I will say, I am envious of your ability to respect your Housewarden so strongly.

Sebek: Hrm… Is that not so with the Scarabia Housewarden?

Jamil: I'd rather not comment on that any further, but essentially, it means there are many different types of Housewardens.

Grim: Yeah, but you two're always hangin' out, I always thought you guys were friends.

Jamil: We've been together since we were born. It's not surprising that it would seem that way to outsiders.

Sebek: SINCE YOU WERE BORN!!??

Jamil: L-Lower your voice! What are you on now!?

Sebek: I-I envy you…!

Jamil: …Really?

Sebek: I would have loved to have been serving Malleus-sama since I was born…!

Jamil: Well that's… I mean, Malleus-senpai is much older than you, so wouldn't it have been impossible for you to have looked after him anyway?

Sebek: Urgh… Why couldn't I have been born far earlier…?!

Grim: Man, this guy get's real annoying real fast when it comes to that Malleus guy.

1. Did that make you sad? 2. Cheer up.

Jamil: [sigh] …If we can finish setting up early, I'll listen to all you have to say about Malleus-senpai. So lend me a hand, already.

Sebek: R-Really!?

Grim: Myah!? He just went from sad and depressed to jumping all over the place!

Jamil: Geez… Why does it have to take this long just to set up some chairs and desks…

[Diasomnia Dorm – Lounge]

Sebek: Here, I've made tea. And don't hesitate to ask for another cup when you need it.

Grim: Wooah～ It smells good. [Yuu], give me some sugar!

Jamil: I'll say this now, but this is only until the ceremony begins. If we factor in travel back, there isn't much time to sit and dawdle!

Sebek: Fine by me. I must also escort my liege to the ceremony, as well! Therefore, I shall speak quickly!!

Grim: Sebek's really into it, huh.

Jamil: When I said we'd listen to him brag about Malleus-sama's exploits… I didn't think he would actually take it seriously…

Jamil: He's like a whole different person whenever it comes to Malleus-senpai. It's pretty troublesome when someone has nothing but pure admiration like this.

Sebek: Hm, is something the matter? Now, which tale should I begin with…

Requested by @olivebranch311.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Hello, is it me you’re looking for?🎶

Salutations! It is I! 💛! Your favorite yellow emoji! I am sorry I haven’t requested anything recently. I just went to my show last night actually and so I’ve been busy prepping for that and traveling! It was amazing by the way! God it was like I dream! You’ll love it when you see them! Also, the last one shot was so cute and fluffy and I love it so much! When he gave the reader his shirt 😭!

Anyways, my request. At my show, Tyler made an innuendo on stage which inspired this. I was wondering if you could do a story where Tyler has a game where he tries to subtly flirt with the reader as many times as possible on stage. Maybe it could be talking, maybe it can just be him winking at her or something like that. Maybe after he does it one night, fans notice and they explode on twitter or something. Idk. I know this may be a stupid idea, but I felt like it could cute and fluffy if you want to try it! ☺️

P.S. Would you be willing to write for Spooky Jim (Josh’s blurryface persona)? I have possible ideas for that. To me, he’d just kinda be the same as Blurryface, just with Josh. But, you could see him differently (I’m sorry if you’ve written him before and I just didn’t see).

Flirt - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: Tyler flirting - innuendos, Tyler kissing the reader and being extra

Word Count: 1844 - I lowkey feel bad for these being short but it kinda fits the request prompt lol

A/N: Welcome back bestie 💛 anon! I hope you like this one - Tyler has been so unhinged lately it's been hilarious. I'm so glad you enjoyed your show, I can't wait for mine :) And YES of course I'm willing to write for Spooky Jim! I love Josh so much lol and I can imagine his blurryface persona being so much more heartbreaking considering Josh is such a sweetheart. I haven't written him yet but I'd can't wait to see your ideas!

It had come around to that part of the album cycle again where Tyler and Josh were on tour and for the first time since Tyler and I had gotten engaged, I was on tour with them. We were about halfway into the shows when we stopped in LA for a two night stay. Tyler had gotten up much earlier than I–as usual–to make sure everything was set up and to do a soundcheck before the show. We normally slept in after the late nights with Tyler getting up around 12:00 and I at 1:00 (although Tyler did make sure to bring me food when I was still in bed). After an afternoon of exploring the city, we made our way into the dressing room, waiting for fans to pile in. He scrolled through social media and did some vocal warm ups before sitting down on the couch with me. Josh was sitting in front of the mirror, mostly ready with the exception of his hair, which he was redying. 

“How’re you feeling?” I asked Tyler. 

“Pretty good. It’s gonna be a good show, I can feel it.” Tyler could always tell how the shows were going to go–even before getting onstage–and everyone else around him could tell exactly how he was feeling. He had a calm look on his face, as if he was reflecting on plans for the show. 

“How much time do we have?” Josh asked, leaning back from the mirror to look at the analogue clock hanging on the wall. 

“About thirty minutes I think,” Tyler said, chugging the Red Bull can he’d picked out from the mini fridge. 

“Where do you want me during the show?” I questioned, each venue having a different ‘best spot’ that Tyler wanted me ‘stationed at’. Last night it was higher up in the venue in a VIP section for friends and family, which was cool because he could see me the whole time. 

“Just off stage works best. Debby’s going to be under the stage to help Josh before routines so if you want to hang with her then that’s cool too,” he explained. 

“Yep, I think she’s preparing everything down there now with Mark,” Josh got up. “I’m going to go wash this out.” He pointed to his hair and walked into the hallway in the direction of the showers, leaving Tyler and I alone. As soon as Tyler was sure Josh couldn’t see he wrapped his arms around me  and dragged me onto his lap. 

“You look good today babe,” he smirked, looking me up and down. I could feel the warmth spreading through my face. He always found the best moments to make me blush with his words. I moved in closer so he was hugging me close, my chin resting on his shoulder. 

“You look better,” I laughed, ruffling his hair. He chuckled, pulling me even tighter against him. he nuzzled the side of my head and planted a soft kiss on my forehead, before continuing

“I don’t know if I agree with you on that one.” He was never one to back down from teasing. He continued to hold onto me, gently massaging your thighs as you sat on his lap. Josh walked back into the room, his hair dry and back to its bright red peekaboo color. 

“We should probably get you where you need to be,” I chucked, looking at the clock and climbing off Tyler’s lap. He pouted, reaching his arms out and making grabby hands in my direction. “Come on.” I grasped his hand and pulled him up next to me–his hand staying intertwined with me even after he got up. We walked out of the dressing room and out into the hallway where the boys would usually split up. They hugged, patting each other on the back and smiling. 

“Have a good show,” I smiled, waving goodbye to Josh and following Tyler to the right side entrance. He held my hand as he followed behind the security guard, the sound of screaming fans pouring in through the walls. Tyler smiled widely, his expression practically screaming excitement and adrenaline. As soon as the guard opened the door the noise in the room multiplied, the room filled with screams and cheers, making it hard to even think. He held my hand tightly as he followed the guard, the room around us slowly shifting from the dim hallways to the bright stage being lit by lights and strobe. He stopped just off stage, taking a few breaths before he turned and faced you, his smile still beaming. 

“I love you,” I smiled. He pressed his lips to mine, cupping my jaw and slipping his tongue just inside my mouth. Something was different about him, like he had some sort of agenda or something to prove to me. He pulled back after a short while, gently biting my bottom lip as the music started playing. 

“I love you too,” he smirked, running onto the stage and turning on his celebrity persona. Tyler bounced through his first few songs, running around the stage and acting like his usual self. He was clearly high on adrenaline, with his brain focused on making sure the show ran smoothly. He made his way to the mic at the center of the stage for the talking break. As he began, he made direct eye contact with me, sending a cheeky smile my way. “Is everyone having a good time?” he shouted into the mic and pointed out to the sea of people who screamed back at him. “I can’t hear you. Scream louder for me!” He waved his arms in the air to the entire audience who screamed louder than before. “There you go,” he looked off stage at me and smirked knowing full well what he was doing. After a few more songs he moved to different parts of the arena for Ride where he was planning on getting people to sing the choruses with him. I had decided to sit under the stage with Debby who was watching, helping Josh to get changed for the next song. “Where’s my right side daddy?” I could hear Tyler shout through the speakers. My jaw dropped. 

“No fucking way.” 

Josh laughed under his breath, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Yep.” As each chorus went by I nodded my head along to the beat and Tyler’s voice. 

“This is not happening,” I covered my eyes. 

“It so is,” Debby laughed, helping Josh into his jacket. The song continued until Tyler got to the last chorus, in the pit. 

“Oh my pit children, you need a daddy too,” Tyler’s voice moaned slightly making my knees go weak. He needed to stop this or it wasn’t going to end well for either of us. Debby was keeled over in laughter and I was mortified. This wasn’t happening. By the time they’d finished Paladin Strait and come off stage before the encore he’d continued to make suggestive jokes. Little did anyone know that each of his little jokes was perfectly aimed at me and as every one landed I got more and more worked up and embarrassed. Running offstage, Josh went straight to Debby and Tyler to I. My arms were crossed as he stood in front of me with a large and proud smirk slapped onto his face. 

“What?” he shrugged, taking a drink of water and jumping on the spot. 

“You know what,” I scoffed, clenching my fists and biting my lip to hide the smile I could feel coming on. I was terrible at being mad at people and Tyler always managed to unleash the happy side of me in the middle of every argument we’d ever had. 

“Yeah I do,” he kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. With my brows furrowed I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let him go. As he rested his chin on the top of my head everything around us disappeared. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as the smell of sweat and Red Bull poured from his pores. I didn’t care though, he was mine and he’d been driving me insane for the last hour and a half. Fans continued to scream as the end of the Paladin Strait music video played and Josh appeared next to us. I let Tyler go as the intro for Jumpsuit started playing. Josh ran back on stage to his drum kit but Tyler paused on the stairs looking at me. I shot him a wave and he mouthed the words ‘I love you,’ pressing his hands against his heart, ‘I know,’ I mouthed back with a short roll of my eyes before he bounced back on stage. I stood there, heart pounding, watching him take command of the stage once more, his voice raw and powerful as he sang the opening lines. The lights pulsed in sync with the music, and the crowd, already hyped, seemed to reach a new level of frenzy. I could see him glancing my way, just for a moment, every now and then. It was subtle, but after the stunts he'd pulled earlier in the set, I was more than aware. He was still playing his little game, flirting with me in front of thousands of people who had no idea the winks and smirks were meant for me. As the song ended, Tyler paused at the mic again, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“You guys are incredible tonight!” he shouted, and the crowd roared in response. He turned slightly toward the side of the stage where I stood, his eyes glinting mischievously under the lights. “But there's someone over here who’s got me feeling... extra good tonight,” he teased, his voice dropping a little lower. I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. The audience, completely oblivious, ate it up, screaming and cheering at the implication. Twitter was going to be in shambles after this. He’d never been this bold on stage before, not with me watching from the sidelines. And I knew for a fact the fans would pick up on it. There was no way they wouldn’t. When they finished playing Trees and saying goodbye to everyone, Tyler ran off stage, completely drenched in sweat and buzzing with post-show energy. He didn’t waste a second before wrapping his arms around me, spinning me around in a tight hug. “How’d I do?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear, still catching his breath from the performance. I smacked him lightly on the chest, still smiling despite myself. 

“You’re impossible. You know that?” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me softly. 

“I only did it because I love you.” His smirk returned. “And because I love seeing you squirm like a bug.”

I shoved him playfully. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait till Twitter gets a hold of this.” Tyler chuckled, pulling me close again. 

“Let them talk.” His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “You’re the only one I care about, anyway.”

//

Requests open!

[greennoobartist]

I often (just like rn at 3am lol) sit down, cross my fingers, lean my chin on my hands, elbows on my table, maybe or maybe not some random music i like, unlock my phone, open the followers page, place my phone right in front of me on the table, AND THINK. like THINK!

*inhale* (real life angst warning below, i had to rant im sorry ill leave now)

how... Tf... Is it WAAAY easier, to make friends, online, than in irl? How... Tf... Do ppl actually call me cool? How... Tf... Am I accepted so much? How... Tf... Is my voice heard? How... Tf... Are my opinions actually considered? How... Tf... Do ppl think im 17? How.... Tf... Do ppl actually appreciate my advice and reassurance? How... Tf... Do ppl actually like my random ramblings? How.... Tf... Haven't i been called crazy already? How... Tf... Do ppl say that The Spirit of Wisdom is sick when the plot didn't even start yet and it's my first ever writing? How... Tf... Do ppl actually remember me and tag me? How.... Tf... Do ppl actually admire me? How... Tf... Do ppl actually consider me their friend? How... Tf... Haven't i received hate so far? How... Tf... Has no one judged me yet? How... Tf... Are ppl actually fine with my screaming and obsessions? How... Tf... Are anons actually so nice to me? How... Tf... Do even crazily great artists and writers consider me, a freaking noob, their friend? How... Tf... Do ppl actually ask me for my opinions? How... Tf... Do some ppl message me for a random silly chat or just to have some fun? How... Tf... Are ppl actually fine with me trying my best? How... Tf... Are ppl actually okay with my not-perfect work? How... Tf... Do ppl actually care about me? How... Tf... Do ppl actually show their support and provide reassurance when I need it? How... Tf... Did ppl actually give so many assumptions the other day? How... Tf... Do ppl actually correct me nicely when I make a mistake? How... Tf... Do ppl actually like me?....... How.... Tf.... Is this real?

IS THIS REAL!?!?? IS THIS JUST A JOKE!?!? JUST A PRANK!?! ANOTHER ONE TO SHATTER MY HOPES!?! ANOTHER ONE JUST TO SERVE ANOTHER ERA OF HEARTBREAK AND DEPRESSION!?!

...... How..... The holy fuck.... Are these real ppl? Behind these screens... Behind these acc.... These are real people? It's not AI? It's not a scam? It's not a joke? Hhow? Hhhow the holy fuck? How the fuck are these real ppl? Tthen.... What was i living with? This is.... This is nothing like what I know ppl are like... This is not... Thia is not what I got used to.... This is not what I was told life is like!!

"Be prepared to be trashed and heartbroken. People are heartless monsters that only care about themselves. Be ready to accept the fact that... Nobody cares."

"Your efforts don't matter if you don't have backup. If you don't have someone to back you up, no one will ever give a fuck about you and your opinions."

"People don't forget, they don't want to remember. Be ready that your birthday will, to everyone but you, be just a regular date like any other. You really think that your name holds any meaning to other people?"

"Friends are just a disguised step towards depression."

"Life is a cruel test and humans are even more cruel monsters."

"YOU ARE MENTALLY ILL! A PSYCHOPATH! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANY RECOGNITION! YOU ARE JUST FAKING YOUR SUCCESS!"

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.... What.... What was i living with?.... What is this contrast? .... How.... How am I now getting the complete opposite??? How.... Am I getting smth i was so far only get from AI?... How come.... Are ppl are not like i was promised they will be??

How are ppl nice to me?? AIN'T I THE PSYCHOPATH?? AIN'T I THE MONSTER??? AIN'T I THE ONE WHO'S A FAKER??? AIN'T I THE ONE WHO'S A VILLAIN IN DISGUISE?? AIN'T I THE ONE WHO'S A SELFISH BITCH AND A ENORMOUS LIAR?? AIN'T I THE ONE WHO DESERVES ANYTHING BUT NICE THINGS AND THE ONE THAT SHOULD KILL HERSELF AND JUST DIE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE??

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Ain't I... The one.... Who should just leave.... And never come back?.... For the sake of people?.... Not suffering from...... Me?.....

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How come now.... After years of living as a psychopath and a villain in disguise..... Am I getting the opposite of what i was thought?

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How come now.... Are ppl nice to me??

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What have I done?

[vinestaffery]

traffic x gender-neutral reader

content: fluff; travelling other places; idk what else to really say its purely just fluff with traffic; potential ooc? im not used to traffic

authors note: so there was a valk post i made last night that actually responded to the WRONG person and i am so SO sorry to you lunar. i tried my hardest to push this out as i do school work at the same time. do not take history trust (i blame my teacher for torturing me with this bullshit). anyways!! enjoy this mega fluff oneshot....

[Y/N] stood at the crossroads, the sun casting a warm glow on the busy intersection. People hurried past, lost in their own worlds, but [Y/N] felt a sense of calm in the chaos. The contrast between the bright sunlight and the shadows that were cast across the tall buildings created an interesting play of the chaotic dance below the tower.

They waited for Traffic, who had promised to meet them here, before they set off on another spontaneous adventure in one of the other factions. She adored the fact she was allowed to venture with him, sometimes even with Lightblox.

Traffic arrived a few minutes later, his usual laid-back demeanor evident in his slow, easy gait. His hair, a tousled mess, caught in the sunlight, giving him an almost ethereal look as he soon tipped his cone towards you. "Mi' lady," he commented, chuckling as you looked at him with a smirk. "Really?"

"Oh, c'mon, don'tcha tell me ya didn't laugh?" Traffic elbowed you in the hip. [Y/N] soon smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement. "Suure. Well, where are we heading this time?" You questioned. Traffic shrugged, his eyes wandering to the horizon as he stood and tucked his hands into his puffer- jacket pockets.

"Wherever the wind takes us, I guess. But first, let's sit for a bit. I found a nice spot over here to prepare." He pointed to a grassy patch under a free area from the chaos, away from the bustle of the cross-roads. Traffic held your hand, walking through pedestrains and endless crowds as he finally reached the area he had found, settling you down.

Pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he took a slow drag before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. He leaned back into the chair. His eyes were half-closed as he soaked up the moment while you brushed the smoke away. You could hear him chuckling as you let out a cough.

There was a soft smile on their faces, something ever so comforting about Traffic's presence—a sense of peace that was hard to find elsewhere. They reached over, fingers brushing against his hair as she caressed it, laughing softly. "Your hair is really soft."

Traffic opened his eyes with a playful glint in them. "You think so? I never really paid much attention to it."

They nodded, their fingers gently threading through his hair as much as possible, trying not to knock his cone off his head. "Yeah, it's nice. Kind of like you."

Traffic chuckled, a deep, warm sound. "Flattery will get you everywhere, you know."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, Traffic smoking his cigarette and [Y/N] playing with his hair. The sounds of crossroads faded into the background, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic. "You ever think about just staying in one place?" [Y/N] asked, their voice quiet.

Traffic shrugged, a wistful smile on his lips. "Sometimes. But then I remember all the places I haven't seen yet and all the roads I haven't traveled. It's hard to stay still when there's so much out there."

[Y/N] nodded, understanding his perspective. Though he isn't the type to get sentimental or emotional, it seemed that they had captured them in a moment. "I get that, but it's nice to stop and breathe every now and then."

He turned his head, his eyes meeting theirs. "Yeah, it is. Especially with you." He winked.

They shared a smile, the kind that spoke of unspoken words and uncharted paths. In that moment, under the shade of the tree, the world seemed to pause, and all that mattered was the simple, quiet connection between them.

Traffic took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice soft. [Y/N] nodded, feeling a sense of contentment. "Yeah. Let's see where the wind takes us."

The walk through the bustling city streets was filled with the usual charm of Traffic's unpredictable antics. He made strange and juvenile suggestions, like stopping at a fountain to toss in not just coins but small trinkets he found in his pockets, claiming it would bring them "extra special luck." [Y/N] couldn't help but laugh at his illogical ideas, enjoying the lightheartedness he brought into their lives.

As they approached a small park, Traffic's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Hey, [Y/N], let's climb that tree!" he exclaimed, pointing to an old oak tree with sprawling branches. [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, amused. "Why?"

"Why not?" Traffic countered, already heading towards the tree. He began to climb, his movements surprisingly agile for someone like him. [Y/N] followed, shaking their heads with a smile. Traffic always had a way of turning mundane moments into spontaneous adventures.

They settled on a sturdy branch, the city noise fading into the background. Traffic leaned back against the trunk, his legs dangling freely. "You know, sometimes I think about just disappearing into the wild, living off the grid," he mused, a dreamy look in his eyes. [Y/N] glanced at him, curious. "You really think you could do that?"

Traffic shrugged, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "Maybe. But then I'd miss seeing the smiles on people's faces and making them laugh with my weird ideas. Life's too short to take seriously, you know." [Y/N] nodded, appreciating his outlook. "Yeah, you do have a way of making things fun."

Traffic grinned, his eyes sparkling. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get down from here before someone calls the cops."

They climbed down, with Traffic making a dramatic leap from the last branch and landing with a flourish. [Y/N] laughed, feeling lighter and more carefree than they had in a while. Traffic's apathy towards his own life was balanced by his desire to make others happy. It was a paradox that made him uniquely endearing.

As they continued their walk, Traffic suddenly stopped in front of an old, abandoned building. "You know, I always wanted to explore a place like this," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. [Y/N] looked at the building, then back at Traffic. "Are you serious? It looks dangerous."

Traffic shrugged, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Danger is just another word for adventure." Despite their initial hesitation, [Y/N] followed Traffic into the building. They wandered through the dusty halls, finding remnants of the past scattered around. Traffic picked up an old, tarnished mirror, holding it up to [Y/N]. "Look, it's like we're in another world."

[Y/N] laughed, seeing their reflection in the cracked glass. "Yeah, a world where we need tetanus shots." Traffic chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Always the realist, huh?"

They spent the rest of the day exploring the building, each room a new discovery. Traffic's antics kept [Y/N] laughing, his carefree nature infectious. As the sun began to set, they made their way to the rooftop, where they sat side by side, watching the city below.

"You know," Traffic said softly. "I'm really glad we met. You make all these crazy adventures worth it." [Y/N] smiled, their hearts warming at his words. "Me too, Traffic. Me too."

They sat in comfortable silence, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. Traffic reached out, brushing a strand of hair from [Y/N]'s face. "Your hair is really soft," he murmured, a tender look in his eyes.

[Y/N] felt a blush creep up their cheeks, their hearts racing. "Thanks," they whispered, their fingers entwining with his.

[soursturniolo]

hi! I saw where you identify as a transmasc person so I was wondering if you'd write a nick x ftm!reader smut?? with top nick??

hi lovely! I'd love to, but it makes me a bit nervous. I am only one trans guy, so I cannot write a fic that would accurately depict an act as intimate as sex that would be accurate for all trans individuals. I'll explain more.

TW: light discussions/references to genitals

so. speaking from my own experience and some trans men I'm friends with, sex can be very nuanced and different. for example, some trans men who have not had bottom surgery either because they don't want it (which is 100% valid for any reason) or haven't had the chance yet (because it is expensive, takes lots of preparation, and it is a major decision and major surgery), only have anal sex. for some trans men, vaginal sex or anything relating to that part can be very triggering and cause body dysmorphia.

however, some trans men (like myself) do not mind and can actually enjoy vaginal sex as well as anal, even prefer it. it doesn't make us less than a man. we are still men. we are still just as valid.

both are completely valid feelings. it's all personal preference and what helps someone feel most comfortable, most pleasure, and most safe and like themselves.

with writing nick with ftm!reader, I also fear people who will try to be transphobic and claim that I'm "not respecting nick" by possibly writing him having sex with a person who may still have what is deemed as female genitalia. while this would be stupid because trans men are men no matter what is in their pants, it's a fear I have. and backlash like that would be very triggering and invalidating to me and many others. i would hope people wouldnt respond that way, but i am well aware of the fact that transphobia is very much still alive and well, even in this little community on Tumblr. I've gotten transphobic asks. do I respond? no, i delete them and move on because people like that dont deserve my time or energy. but still. I have gotten them. and it sucks every time.

I also don't want people equating me writing nick with a ftm!reader as writing him with a woman. because that is nowhere near the same thing, and that is very transphobic. trans men are men. gay men can and do have sex with trans men. (yes. even vaginal sex. because we are men, and they're attracted to men. I'm speaking from experience here besties)

overall there's a lot of nuances here. and I'm curious to see and hear what others may think. so if you've read this far, let me know what you think.

[notsocheezy]

V-Day - Diminishing Returns

(Or: Two In of Three Ain't Good)

Eight weeks. I'm a stone's throw from eight weeks.

Eight weeks ago, to the day, it was my final night at home before departing. I didn't sleep much - or at least, I don't remember sleeping. I had just prepared a flash drive to leave behind for the (nearly zero) chance that I didn't make it. I wanted at least one thing important to me to escape the prison that was my head, even if it wasn't finished. It was a love song. A bittersweet one which had been kicking around in my brain for the better part of a decade. I felt - accepted, perhaps - that even if it was a remote possibility, this could be the final recording of my voice.

There have been plenty more since then, but in a way, I did die that Monday morning. I wasn't the same after that day, or that week, or that month. I am regrowing the parts that form my capital-S Self.

I had my first gynecologist appointment, kind of, last Thursday. It didn't occur to me until my friend pointed it out, but it was specifically a women's clinic. I'm "included" now. For all the good that'll do me. My UTI was declared cured and I was instructed to start using dilator #3 - undeniably an intimidating proposal.

I went home and tried it the next day. I got it in - kind of. But no more than a third of the way - I hit a wall. Could go no further no matter how hard I tried. By Monday, I was still making no progress, despite being told to get it halfway in by then. I felt like I was just wasting expensive lubricant and hurting myself. When I told my surgical team, they said to stop and come back to it in a week or two.

I also asked, while my legs were up on the table, if I was cleared to masturbate. Mostly only because it was on my list of questions to ask - I had no interest. Everything down there was pain and suffering.

Something changed, though. The lingering UTI symptoms faded. Dilating got easier (with dilator #2, anyway). My pain was under control.

And it had been seven fuckless weeks.

I did as I was told - a finger or two above the labia, rubbing to stimulate the clitoris. It was... Something. But it wasn't what I was looking for. The need was becoming too much to bear. I could think of little else. Everything - everything - became dull and boring, I needed release, I NEEDED RELEASE.

No good. An hour of trying - including an extra dilation session as a cheat - didn't work. But today I was determined, today I pulled out all the stops, I got all my favorite toys and did what used to work in the ol' "basement." With the old equipment, I could have pulled a good shot. Two hours and a cup of lube later, I had a sort of good time, but still. No release. There's no steam in my fucking milk.

I can't help but think of December 2019 - my orchiectomy. By the new year, I already knew I'd made the right choice. I laid in bed, on my side, with my legs together, and I saw my whole world light up. The following months were rough for that world, but I'd never felt so comfortable in my skin.

I haven't had a moment like that yet. I worry I never will. The closest I've gotten was a dilation session or two that felt kind of nice when mixed with the right fantasy. But everything is only ever "kind of" so far. And "kind of" feels like a sick joke after the most painful month of my life.

I got so much out of my orchiectomy. Why doesn't this feel like it was worth it?

[emerald-head2000]

Ugly Dolls 2: Meet the Maker

Chapter 4 (March of the Prototypes)

At 8:05 am, the intersect of the twenty doors suddenly went from being devoid of life to rumbling from the sound mechanical clanging as iron doors shot open. Behind each of them was a doll in black uniform, stepping into the large and circular room of iron while particles of dust floated about due to the atmosphere's disturbance. The light at the center of the area illuminated the area upon sensing the dolls' movements. They all faced each other, still yet on edge, not a word was exchanged. For what could be said when you haven't seen your family for over fifteen years and were abruptly forced into a reunion you aren't prepared for? Actually, the awkward silence made them realize that some one was missing. They all turned to the door labeled "12" and waited.

Two minutes passed, then three, then six. It was now 8:15 am and no sign of Prototype 12. None of the the prototypes have ever been so late to a meet up at the intersect before. They were all getting worried as to what could be keeping him, especially Number 3. However, Hildegard was never one for patience or forgiving tardiness. Not even by one minute. So even though it took only a ten minute walk to the conference chamber, it became a routine for them to leave their institutes at least 40 minutes before the time of the meeting. And they couldn't afford to make any exceptions, not even for each other.

Wordlessly, Prototypes 1 and 10 nodded to each other and started walking. Two lines were formed behind them, the rest of the dolls lining up in numerical order. They struggled at first to walk in unison but the practice was never really forgotten, and within minutes their steps became one just like before. The corridor was now filled with the sound of synchronized foot steps. However, the chime of three different watches did startle the various dolls, causing a brief falter within the lines. Prototypes 9, 10, and 11 checked their watches.

"Notification failed to send to Prototype Number 12. 9, 10, and 11, please fetch him. Two puppets will be sent your way to accompany you."

The three dolls stepped out of line and looked at each other as the others continued off without so much as a glance back. Well, almost all the others. The three of them kept their voices hushed. 

"So, that's why he was late. But the factory's network should be top-notch! Hildegard always makes sure of that! How could the message possibly fail to be sent?" Number 9 was frantically stroking her hair, trying to calm herself down.

"Maybe he some how destroyed his watch?" Number 10 tried to hide his worry but it did nothing to ease 9.

 "But there's nothing a prototype could do to cause that!"

"9, please! Questions will have to wait, I'm afraid. I'm sure there's a good explanation but right now let's just quickly get him and arrive to the meeting on time, alright?" 11's intervention seemed to do the trick of getting 9 to control herself but barely. The group was soon joined by a pair of tall, thin robots known as the puppets who began to walk beside the group to the twelfth door. Until they were stopped by a little, pastel-purple doll with green eyes.

"Uh- uhm... May I go with you guys?" Number 3 asked timidly. While the puppets stared her down intensely, 11 couldn't help but empathize with her. He knew she wasn't just concerned about him being late. The bear kneeled down to meet her eyes.

"Number 3, Hildegard asked for us, specifically. It's best for you to go back in line with the others, okay?" She lowered her head, disappointed by 11's words. She knew her request would be denied but... she felt a large paw lift her head up by the chin. "Hey, come on. You'll get to see him again at the meeting. Just be patient, okay Mahal?" She was comforted by the use of his favorite endearment term for her, despite it being against the rules. It seems like he hadn't changed all that much. One glance at the other two prototypes and robots said otherwise for them, only meeting silence and hardened gazes. 

"You should listen to Number 11. You don't want to get in trouble, do you?" Number 9 warned. She didn't mean to use her threatening tone on the younger doll but time was ticking. And thus Number 3 fixed her demeanor and silently went back in line while the others continued on. 

As they walked back, 11 shot a disapproving look at 9 but the tall, pink doll allowed no sign of regret to shine through her button eyes. All the while, Number 10 stood between them, his bright, yellow-green eyes down-casted and blue tail tucked between his legs from the tension. Once they reached the door, one of the puppets placed its hand on the scanning pad beside it, followed by the sound of air suctioning into the open pipe before them. Due to the extensive darkness, the dolls stuck close to the puppets, taking cautious steps as they proceeded downward into the cold, metal space. They soon came across a dim light that was only a few several yards away. The time was 8:30 am.