#i feel like one of these days I'll have to actually make some of the recipes I keep adding ha ha!

[dancingaliensfics]

Remmick NSFW Alphabet

This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.

I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.

Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.

He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.

Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.

He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.

He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCH.

Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.

I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.

He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.

You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall  asleep)

Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.

[cheriladycl01]

Down Under - Daniel Riccardo x Reader SMUT

Plot: Daniel had always dreamed of the day seeing his wife in a pretty wedding dress, but not for the reasons most would think.

Warnings: eating out, oral (fem receiving), 18+ minors dni

Here you were walking down the isle in your large white wedding dress looking down where your husband stood with his best man and fellow groomsmen. He hadn't noticed you yet where he was talking to his best man Lando. Max, one of his groomsmen nudged him, shurgging his head over to you. His eyes met yours just as the music started playing for you to walk down the isle too.

Tears brim his eyes, he'd always seen you as the most beautiful girl in the world, but today you were etheral and he wanted to burn this image of you into his mind and keep it there forever.

You make your way down the isle, holding your dad's arm who also has tears in his eyes. All thats on your face is a huge grin, excited to be Mrs Ricciardo after this. You loved Daniel with all your heart and being able to share a last name with him was special to you.

"You're the only man i trust with her Daniel, i hope you know that. Look after my baby" you father says, before placing a kiss on the side of your head. Daniel smiles at your father a solid not to him.

"Always sir" Daniel says, before glancing over you seeing just how magnetic you looked up close.

You guys shared your vows, you had both done very meaningful vows for your actual wedding that you'd more than likely repreat in 10 years, then 20 and 30. You would save the laughter for at the after party where the maid of honor and best man, and some family members would to also say some words for the pair of you.

"You may now kiss the bride" the officiator says and you shake your head.

"Nope, i may now kiss the groom!" you grin and cup Daniels face pulling him down and in for a kiss. It's lasts for a while until you feel Daniel's grin widen.

"Nope, i'll listen to him" Daniel grins, pulling away and dipping you into the typical bride kiss. Your both giggling against one another as you do, the crowd below cheering and whooping.

"Come with me" he whispers in your ear, gripping your hand.

"Alright folks, if you all head into the barn i'm going to get Mrs Riccardo into something a little more ... breathable and then we'll see you out for the after party!" he grins, before taking your hand and walking you away. Everyone starts to leave while Daniel walks you into the chalet you guys had rented.

Before you know it, the minute you guys get into the home you were hoisted up onto the nearest counter, your large puffy dress bunching up around your hips. Your in fits of giggles as Daniel tries to work out how to step in between your legs but is sort of restricted.

"Daniel what are you doing!" you laugh looking at him.

"Need you so bad, wanna fuck you for the first time as my wife" he grins with that cheeky look in his eyes.

"What?" you burst out laughing.

"Please, need you" he groand trying to bunch up your dress around you.

"We dont have time!" you laugh, holding him at bay by his chest.

"Just, just a quick little taste. I'll be so quick" he says, sliding his hands down before getting on his knees.

"Daniel!" you gasp at the crudeness. But before you know it he's under all layers of your dress, teasing a finger up your thigh touching the garter of your white lingerie. He plays with the fabric before flicking it against your skin making you gasp. You feel his nose, and the bump run up along the silk covering you.

"Danny" you gasp, moving your hips forward and wrapping your legs around him, resting them on his back and shoulders.

He doesn't say a word, not that you'd hear it muffled under the ruffles and multiple layers of your dress, but you feel your panties pulled to the side and his wet tongue tease you.

His nose gives the perfect amount of pressure on your clit a moan coming from you. You would normally have a hand pulling at the curls of the hair, but with no access to it they gripped the edge of the counter.

"Oh fuck, please" you moan feeling the way he's moving against you stimulating every place that possibly needs it. You can feel his nose pressing agaisnt you. Your hips jut against his face and your can finally hear some slurps that he's making as you rock agaisnt his face.

You feel the coil build in your stomach as Daniel's licks are relentless against you.

"Omg please please please" you cry out your knuckles white from the grip on the table. Daniel's finger enters, his tounge moving to play with your clit, gasps coming from you and your head drops back.

He reaches a certain part of your spongey walls that makes your lurch forward grabbing his head through your dress with as gasp as your legs tighten round his head and start to shake.

"Omg" you gasp as he helps you through your orgasm. He ruffles up, finding his way out of the big puffy dress and the sight before you once his head pops up is one you would be happy getting all to familiar with.

He was there, your juices covering his chin and his curls messier, face flushed red from the heat.

"Been waiting to do that for years" he sighs, leaning his head against your thigh.

"Years? You've been dreaming of marrying me for years for the sole purpose of what? Eating me out in my wedding dress?" you laugh out loud looking down at him.

"Right, lets get you out this dress now" he says, avoiding the question while helping you up despite the wobbly legs and heels combo that isnt helping. You couldn't help but giggle as he carries you up the stairs to the master bedroom where your body-con white dress was laid out by your maid of honor.

Daniel helps you take off the dress and just looks at you in your underwear.

"Gods, i cant believe this is what i get to see for the rest of my life" he says, running his hands along your waist. He helps you get into the dress despite his wish to ravish you on the bed behind the pair of you, but knows that people are waiting to celebrate the newly weds.

"Every day" you grin holding the side of his face before he pulls you into a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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[akalyndraw]

It's a little late but happy Mother's Day! I take this opportunity to introduce LeoYur's future babies, twins Laia and Lia and little brother Jul. I'll take the opportunity to write about them ^^

It's a good time to remember that Yura's eye color is brown 🤎 the olive green is actually contact lenses (she doesn't see well far away)

Yura and Leona's children:

Twins - Laia (🐆) & Lia (🌺):

Age: 9 years old

Birthday: June 15

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Esmerald

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Meat (🐆) Lasagna (🌺)

Hobby: Training (🐆) Singing (🌺)

Dislike: Salad(🐆🌺) and insects(🌺)

Younger brother - Jul (🐾):

Age: 7 years old

Birthday: October 8

Birthplace: Sunset Savanna

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Dark Brown

Favorite Food: Beef liver

Hobby: Read

Dislike: Noise and people talking behind one's back

The twins are a bundle of energy that came into 🌼🦁 life when they least expected it on one of their trips, but it was the greatest joy for both of them. Both have outgoing and curious personalities, Laia can be the more whimsical one. She likes to tease her brother and father, plus she has fun doing little mischiefs here and there, however this gets her in trouble almost every time. On the other hand, Lia is kinder although she follows her sister in her mischief, she is the “voice of conscience” (which Laia never listens to)

They are the female version of their father in appearance.

🐆: She is very smart and strong for her age. She enjoys watching her father's and the rest of Sunset Warrior's workouts. Occasionally she trains by imitating the movements of others, she likes adrenaline and is surprisingly good at leadership (in the future she becomes leader of the Sunset Warrior) Despite her personality she has a good heart.

🌺: cheerful girl, she will always greet you with a smile. Like her sister she is quite intelligent however she prefers to avoid physical training and instead rehearse her singing in the palace gardens next to her mother while she draws. She excels in creativity and perseverance, she often gets into trouble with her sister but you couldn't be too angry with them for too long, you won't resist her puppy look.

The arrival of the little princesses at the palace was a joy for everyone. Cheka and Falena were constantly dropping by as babies to bring them presents. Leona is a bit protective of them so she tries to get them to leave quickly. They are the darlings of the place, if any cookies are missing from the kitchen the chefs already know who they were. Kifaji even let out a few tears when he saw them and they both took his fingers in their little baby hands. Whenever she gets the chance she will spend time with them and tell them stories about their father.

🐾: Unlike his sisters, he has a calm personality and a normally stoic expression. He wants to grow up fast and be like his father, whom he admires a lot because of the stories his mother used to tell him. Despite the admiration and love he feels for his father, he is more attached to his mother, although he tries to act more mature, he is still a child. His ears and tail always give away his true emotions even if he seems disinterested in something.

He secretly asked Kifaji to teach him how to play chess so that he could play with 🦁 later and surprise him. You can find him in the royal library or somewhere quiet reading/studying

He is a polite little gentleman but if he sees his sisters nearby he will run away quickly (they like to bother him, often interrupting his study time)

His magic took quite a while to show up, which made everyone worried since 🌼 lacked magic and they thought he couldn't use it either. It was basically his worst moment, as he always wanted to use magic since he was little and even started hiding to practice more hours.

However, one day he heard some employees talking bad about his mother and since Leona could choose someone better, then he got angry and his magic woke up, making a mess of the surroundings (unintentionally because he still didn't control it).

Yura was left alone with him tending to the small wounds on his arms and they talked. Jul never blamed or felt resentment towards his mom, more than anything, he wanted to be strong to defend her and his sisters. To be a reliable brother and son. Little by little, although it was hard, he practiced with Leona until he mastered his magic power.

I've gone on quite long 😅 but here I leave the basics, I have the story of the three brothers overdeveloped in my mind hehe

As a spoiler they enter NRC in the future!

[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | ten.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut

⇢word count: 4.6k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, hwa just hella unsure and causing problems lol, typical yunho x oc being cute af, making out, a lil bit of some dry humping, flashback scene of yunho taking seora to see her mom, crying, yunho opens up to seora about his relationship and it goes south

⇢a/n: the hongjoong fic is starting! you can find it here in case you missed it <33

"Hey." You pop into Noeul's cubicle, welcoming yourself into the free chair. "How's it going?" You're taking a break after the emails briefly stopped flooding in, checking in with your bestfriend. She seems better, but you know where her mind is still at.

"Hey cutie." She looks at you. "It's been alright. Dealing with some more internal issues, but nothing too bad." She chuckles. "Finally got a minute to breathe?"

"Mhm."

"Seeing your man later?"

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Can't wait. Miss him." 

"Cuties. Love you two."

"Have you talked to Seonghwa?" You ask, just to give her time to vent if needed.

"Nope."

"He didn't text you back?"

"Um, no. No he hasn't." She gives you a tiny, forced smile and it breaks your heart. "He's been ignoring me, actually. I saw him this morning on the way to the office, and I thought it was my window to talk to him."

"But? Did you guys make contact?"

"Yeah, but he literally popped out his phone and made a beeline for the entrance." She scoffs. "Yoori's also been majorly giving me the eye."

"Well."

⇢FLASHBACK

noeul: hey, can we talk?

hwa: sorry, not a good time. swamped today.

noeul: okay, so can't we talk after work?

hwa: can't.

noeul: seonghwa, really?

"Sorry." Seonghwa says as he slips into Yoori's office, her face unamused when he finds him tucking his phone into his pocket. "I just got caught up with something."

"Noeul, you mean?" She looks at his pocket and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"No. I was editing an article I need to get out before the end of the week."

"Right." Yoori looks at him over her computer. Seonghwa can tell she's still not happy. And although he doesn't blame her, he is getting tired of the attitude. Of her temper and being short with him. Of keeping within the same routine. He tried to make it up to her. Tried to make this different.

But in the end, it didn't feel so different and he doesn't want to continue if it'll keep heading down this route.

He does think about the fun he had with Noeul. He thinks about having more fun with her. He thinks about how maybe, Noeul would be different. A different kind of fun for him.

"I didn't come here to fight." Seonghwa sighs. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't really wanna be out tonight, especially after the day I've already had."

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with me taking you out to dinner? I'll pick you up and drop you off. Or, you can stay at mine if you want."

"Seriously Hwa. Not tonight. Can we raincheck?" He sighs again and nods defeatedly.

"Yeah sure."

"Is there anything else?" She asks him and he just shakes his head. Feeling like he wasted his time to see her. He was excited to see her and ask her out tonight.

But, that went down the drain.

And now, as he's heading back to his office, he's staring at the thread between him and Noeul. Wondering if he should text her and finally talk to her. He's starting to think that Noeul wasn't just that shiny new toy to him and that his heart hasn't truly belonged to Yoori all this time.

Maybe, he needs to break free if all they do is go in circles.

Circles he feels obligated to follow because Yoori is all he's known these past months.

⇢END

"I'm sorry." You brush her hair away from her face.

"Maybe I am just stupid."

"You're not. He's just.. not the right guy, and that's totally fine." You look at her, slightly frowning. "You'll find someone who is worthy of your love and will shower you with the love you deserve."

"I know, but why can't I let go of it? We literally made out at your birthday and that was it."

"Well, you had fun with him. You were with him for the majority of the night. He's attractive too, I can't lie." You shrug. "But, he also needs to really get his shit together, especially with the whole Yoori thing. You don't wanna be another part of that equation, and you don't deserve to." She sighs.

"I just gotta let it go. You're right. It makes no sense for me to hold onto this. He's with Yoori and there's no changing that."

"Quite frankly, I don't even know if Yoori has him." She looks at you, forehead crinkled. "Okay, sorry. Point is, he needs to get himself together and you deserve someone who is sure of you. They'll come along, no doubt."

"I hope so."

"My sweet Noeul." You throw your arm around her. "Come over sometime this week or weekend? We can have a girl's night. I'll tell Sian, too."

"I could use another shopping date. I need a new, cute but functional, everyday bag."

"Are we thinking luxury bag?"

"Maybe."

"Treat yourself! Let's do it." Noeul smiles. "There she is."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." Your phone dings, signaling a text from Yunho and another coworker about a project-related. order "Let me get back to work. I've gotta check on this order I placed for the team. They needed specific electrodes for this study and they said they'd have it by a specific time this week. Gotta make sure it's on track."

"Goodluck."

"Thank you. Text me if you need anything? Or come bother me if you have time." She nods.

With that, you text your coworker back as you head to the procurement facility to check on the status of their order. It's an elevator ride down to the basement, and luckily, there isn't a huge line or a lot of people crowding the area to pick up orders. You find your contact to get an update, relieved it should be delivered tomorrow and can be picked up before lunch time. You relay the info to your coworker as you head back upstairs to your desk, the emails and task items slowly building post-break.

yunho: can't wait to see you later pretty girl

you: excited 🥰 what's lunch?

yunho: surprise!

you: boooooo

yunho: don't give me that, cutie. it'll be worth it! 

yunho: gtg, gotta look into one of the systems slowing down

yunho: 😘

You set the phone down to get back to work, only to come back to it with another text from Yunho.

yunho: damn kiss me back at least??????

you: can you go?! 😂

you: 😘

You giggle to yourself, finishing up the other tasks that have made its way to you before lunch time comes around the corner. You get the usual text from Yunho letting you know he was heading to your meeting spot, so you grab your water bottle and head out. It's a bit chilly outside, causing you to wrap your jacket around you tightly— easily finding Yunho's tall figure ahead.

"Hi." You giggle when Yunho pulls you in for a tight hug and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Missed you, pretty girl." He raises a cute bag up. "Made some kimbap with Seora last night."

"I missed you, too." Your eyes glow at the bag. "That's so sweet. Can't wait to eat 'em for lunch, I'm sure it's delicious." You smile, tiptoeing to give him a curt peck on the lips. You feel Yunho smile against the kiss, subtly biting his lip when you pull back.

"Can we get to the car? Now?"

"Yunho." You laugh, squealing when Yunho laces his hand with yours—rushing over to his car in the staff garage and dragging you along. He has long strides, so you're having to keep up 10x more than normal. "Yunho! You're a giant, I can't keep up!" He laughs when he decides to carry you and gets you into his car— immediately sliding into the driver's seat and reversing out of the spot. "Why are you rushing?!"

"Because we're on a time crunch and I just need my time with you. What do you mean why?" You snort. 

"Uh huh."

"I also just want you on my lap, is that so much to ask?" You let out a cute yell, making Yunho laugh even louder. He makes his way to the usual trail and lake, parking underneath the shade since the sun is out despite the chill. He pops open the large container, showing you the different kinds of kimbap they made. He hands you some chopsticks, allowing you to dig in first and give an honest review.

"Yum! This is so good, Yu." 

"Yeah? You aren't lying?" He looks at you, maintaining eye contact until you break first.

"Swear." You chuckle.

"Your mom and dad said it was good, too. I'll give credit to Seora for the idea and for planning out what kimbap we'd make."

"The girl's got taste!" You pop in another one, looking out at the lake ahead. There's a few people walking the trail, elderly couples holding onto each other as they take their time with their stroll or runners getting a workout in before it gets too late in the afternoon. Ducks are taking a dip in the lake, squirrels running up the trees. 

It's a nice reminder of life's little blessings.

"Hey." You turn in the passenger's seat, tucking your leg underneath the other to sit comfortably.

"Yeah, baby?"

"How was it? Did you take Seora to the cemetery?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "It was good. She was really happy."

"Did she get to decorate?"

"Lots."

⇢FLASHBACK

"What's that?" Yunho asks as he drives over to the cemetery, briefly glancing at Seora's lap when he gets a chance.

"You know how I got into crochet kits lately?"

"Yes, I'm reminded by the monthly subscription that goes through on my card." Seora laughs. "You're making good use of it."

"Yeah. I made one from the Hello Kitty line I got in. I made the Little Twinstars." Seora raises the two. "They're holding hands. I know they're siblings but I wanted it to be like.. me and mom."

"That's cute." Yunho smiles a bit.

"I also made this sushi and named it Oishi. It has a little slice of tamago on the top." Yunho laughs.

"You're just like your mom. Inspiring and creative." Seora smiles.

"Then, I made a drawing of our picture."

"It's beautiful."

"And a threaded bracelet."

"Wow, you really got to work." Seora shows her wrist and holds it near her father's by the wheel. 

"She can match us now."

"That's right." Yunho pulls into the cemetery and drives toward the columbarium. He parks near the front doors, letting out a sigh when he shuts off the car. "Ready to go, ace?"

"I am." She nods with a soft smile. Yunho quickly hops out to help Seora out of the passenger seat, shutting her door for her when she climbs out with all her things. Yunho walks alongside of her as they enter the quiet, still building. Seora holds onto her father's arm as they walk down the hall, Yunho leading her through the familiar path towards Eunha.

"Here." He brings her in front of her niche, looking down to see her reaction. She slowly steps forward, her hand touching the glass.

"Mom." She says quietly.

"Go ahead." Yunho hands her the key to unlock the little glass door. She takes it, slowly sliding the key into the lock before twisting it open. 

"Brought you some stuff that I made." She says quietly. Yunho watches with a smile on his face as Seora continues to explain to her mom what each item is and why she brought it. Once the decorations are settled to her liking inside, she lets out a sigh and drops her head. He hears her sniffling, her hand coming up to wipe her tears away.

"Ace?" He comes from behind, hands on her shoulders.

"I just miss her." Is all she says before she turns to dig her head into her father's chest. 

"Oh, ace." Yunho holds her close, gently rubbing her back as she continues to quietly cry— tears a sign of all the pain and sadness she harbored over the years. "I'm so sorry, babygirl." He whispers against the top of her head before placing a small kiss to the surface.

The days and nights of longing for a mother's love, a mother's touch. 

Yearning and needing.

All coming to surface.

"Can we sit here for a bit and talk about mom?"

"Of course."

"I remember some things."

"You do?" Seora nods. She remembers a few core memories from when she was small; they're all bits and pieces, fragments of the past when she wished she had all the puzzle pieces together to see the bigger picture. But, she remembers. She remembers pieces of her mom and that's what matters to her, that's what she'll hold onto tightly.

She remembers when she finally stopped whining and crying during swim class— finding the courage to join the other toddlers in the water to learn how to float and get used to the feeling. She remembers her mom encouraging her with her sweet tone, telling her she believed in her. She remembers the kiss to her forehead, feeling it against her skin like it was just yesterday.

And Yunho listens.

He chimes in with a few other stories from when she was a baby, the two of them giggling and in good spirits while sitting around Eunha. The hour goes by so quickly, it feels like 5 minutes to the two.

⇢END

"That's so sweet."

"Yeah, we spent about a good hour there. Gonna make it our weekend thing besides our little dates and her games."

"Cute." You smile. "You should." The both of you are sipping water, popping in some gum post-meal. "I'm glad you two had that time together and will keep it a part of your schedule."

"Yeah." Yunho leans his head back against the headrest, eyeing you up and down as much as he possibly can from his seat. "Come here, baby." He says lowly, subtly licking his lips.

"Hm?" You hum, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"C'mere." He gives you a look, adjusting his seat back to make room for you.

"Babe, people might see us!" You say, even though you're already preparing to take your seat on your man's lap. 

"And I do not give a fuck." He laughs. "They can have a free show." He watches as you climb over, straddling his lap. "Besides, you're already here. Did you really have strong opinions about it in the first place?" He looks up at you as you trace his jaw with your thumb. He takes your hand in his, kissing your fingers, your knuckles.

"Maybe, maybe not." 

"Mm, tease, aren't you?" He smirks, lips edging towards yours. He licks his lips, hands gripping at your hips to keep you close. "Hm, pretty girl?" He whispers just as his lips graze yours, followed by a light, feathery kiss. You finally dip forward to lock him into a kiss.

It's soft at first. Sweet. 

Yunho's lips against yours feel perfect. Like it was molded to fit yours, to console you, to keep you safe;

Like it was made to love you.

Your hands fall to his cheeks, thumb pads grazing the surface, his jaw. The kiss deepens quick, tongues moving together in a slow dance. Yunho grip on your hips tightens, egging you to move on him. 

And you do just that.

Slowly, eagerly. With intent, meaning.

"Yunho." You breathe out, trapping him into another kiss just as he bites onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. 

"Yeah, baby?" He whispers, hand coming up behind your neck; fingers threading through your hair to keep you close. 

"Wish we could be home right now."

"Say the word and I'll take you home." You giggle against his lips, pecking him once more.

"You've gotta pick up Seora later."

"I can stop by yours before I do." He leans forward to continue kissing you like there's no tomorrow. "I plan to tell Seora tonight, by the way." You pause, hands still cupping his cheeks.

"A-are you sure, love?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He rubs at the sides of your thighs, but you sit back— titling your head as you look at him.

"Maybe we should wait a bit more? You just took her to the cemetery to see her mom, Yu. She might need time."

"She'll be okay. I just.. I wanna tell her sooner than later. Or else, I'll feel like it's never the right time and that's unfair to you."

"Well, she's the one who matters the most."

"I promise she'll be fine. You trust me, right?"

"I do. It's not that. I'm just not sure how she'll react." It's true, you don't know how she'll react and that's what you're afraid of. You're afraid she'll take it the wrong way, you're afraid she'll never look past it. You're afraid she'll never accept this.

And if she doesn't, then it'll be something you'll have to accept.

Seora will always come first and you will never do anything to challenge that. To break her beautiful relationship with her father, to ruin her comfort zone.

"Either way, it's going to be an adjustment, but we'll make this work."

"Together?"

"Always." His eyes fall to your lips before he dips in for another sweet, long kiss. You giggle after awhile, breaking the kiss to look at your phone.

"Fuck. Maybe we should head back." You flash your phone at him, seeing there's only about 10 minutes left of break." Yunho sighs, groaning a bit.

"Fine."

"Grump." You joke as you climb back into the passenger's seat.

"No seriously, can I pop in before I pick up Seora?"

"Yunho." You pinch his arm. "And be late to pick her up? Absolutely not."

"Ah— okay." He pouts as he starts up the car and begins to head back toward the hospital. "Are you working from home any day this week?"

"Maybe." You laugh, and he wiggles his eyebrows. You swear Yunho is such a dork, but you fall for him more and more every day. 

"There's my invite." 

"You're too much." He slides his free hand into yours, kissing the surface.

"Just love my time with you, that's all." He smiles softly. Yunho looks at you, and he just feels love. He feels lucky to have found someone again who understands him, takes him for him and is willing to love him and all that he comes with. 

He doesn't want to lose that.

Even though he knows it'll be tough, he doesn't want to lose that.

The ride back to work is quiet besides the tiny kisses shared before hopping out to get back to your offices. You've got a few hours left in your workday, and for Yunho, it's a little longer in comparison with all the tickets he's helping the team with. He's also got a check-in meeting to finalize the plans for the new unit before he can wrap up and call it a day.

All in a day's work.

"Hey." He hears a familiar voice as he straps in his backpack and throws his hat on before heading out for the afternoon.

"What's up?" Yunho looks at Seonghwa with a small smile. "You look beat."

"I am." 

"Didn't you see Yoori earlier?" Seonghwa walk alongside of his bestfriend as they head out to the staff garage.

"Yeah. That didn't go all that well."

"Well, how do you expect her to act?" Seonghwa shrugs.

"I don't know, but quite frankly, I'm getting kinda tired of it."

"What?" Yunho snorts. "You wanted the casual, lowkey thing."

"Yeah, but things were kinda changing. Now, we barely even do anything. We don't go out, we don't have fun. Nothing. It's usually a quick outing to eat or else we stay at each other's places."

"Isn't that the point of lowkey and casual?" Yunho looks at him. "What's making you second guess? Noeul and the whole club thing?"

"Maybe?" Yunho shakes his head.

"Figure it out first. Don't get Noeul wrapped up in this even more if you aren't sure."

"I feel bad, I brushed her off earlier."

"Exactly, Hwa. Don't do that. Not only cause she's Y/N's friend, but you don't string someone along because you want a fun backup." Hwa sighs.

"It's not even just that."

"Then?" Yunho unlocks his car and tosses his backpack in the trunk.

"I don't know."

"Figure it out, my guy. Wouldn't hurt to get expedited shipping on that either. Someone's gonna end up real hurt if you aren't honest about what you want and need right now." Hwa sighs. "Can never be simple with you, can it?"

"Anyway. Did you see Y/N earlier?"

"Mhm. Of course." Yunho chuckles.

"Are you still planning to tell ace tonight about you two?"

"I think so, yeah. I kinda just wanna rip the bandaid off."

"Goodluck. I'm sure she'll be fine eventually. But, let me know how it goes."

"Deflecting." Yunho teases making Seonghwa roll his eyes as he starts to back away towards the direction of his car.

"Fuck off, alright? Tell ace I said hi." Yunho chuckles before sliding into his car and heading out to pick up his daughter and his tiny-but-not-so-tiny bestfriend. He parks in the school's lot, walking over to the gym to catch the tail end of practice. He watches as they run their last play of the evening, running a few minutes over time. Coach calls it, yelling out the play until the girls run it all the way through in perfection. Yunho nods, loving these moments when he can see his baby girl in action. He greets a few of other parents before watching Seora drag herself to the locker room to grab her things and head home. "Hey ace." Yunho says when he sees Seora dragging her huge duffle bag along. He laughs and takes it from her, slinging the strap over his shoulder. "How was practice?"

"God, awful. We ran so many of the plays just to get a feel for it for the next playoff game."

"That's good."

"Not good. My legs are beat." She looks up at him as she sips her water bottle. "What's dinner?"

"Was thinking we could just do kimchi-jjigae."

"Mm. Yum!" She says, throwing her backpack in the trunk once it's popped open. "Sounds good right about now."

"Yeah, doesn't it?" When the trek home begins, Seora starts to tell her father about her day and how much of a good day she had. None of her friends were out sick, and they got to watch movies in a couple of her classes. The more he hears her talk about her day, the more he feels the guilt building in the pit of his stomach.

Because he would be the reason that would change.

The reason why her day would ended on such a dramatic, life-changing note.

But, he keeps himself strong— keeps his decision firm because he knows he just has to do it. He looks at her and cherishes her smile and her laugh, hoping he could still see those same bright features once he lays it all out for her. For the future.

He hopes he doesn't lose his baby girl.

When they get home, they greet your parents through the kitchen window and more guilt settled into the pit of his stomach realizing that would be the next step.

You, handling your parents. Hoping they'd support you in this relationship.

Yunho kicks off his shoes and Seora races to the bathroom to shower and get comfy. He decides to get the kimchi-jjigae and rice going before washing up for the night and getting into some pajamas. By the time everything's finished, Seora is already sitting at the table watching her show while Yunho brings over the hot pot of kimchi-jjigae to the center of the table. He grabs their bowls to put some rice inside before setting them down next to the pot They say their grace before digging in, Yunho indulging in the show she has on. She explains the current plot, keeping her father up to date on all the drama that's happened so far. They talk about other shows and upcoming movies in between, Seora basically planning one of their dates as another movie date.

This time, at a different theater. One that has different themes in each theater room, and it switches out almost every month. 

Yunho just agrees, wanting to take Seora anywhere just so she could be happy and they can spend time together outside of the house. When dinner is done, Yunho and Seora clean up the dishes and close out the kitchen, but Seora finds it a good time to dig for some dessert to balance out the savory meal they've had.

Yunho also finds it a good time to just cut to the chase.

Let her know what's been going on.

"Ace."

"Hm?" She digs through the fridge.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"If it's about me being head deep into the fridge to find dessert, I'm sorry dad, but I have no regrets." Yunho chuckles.

"No. Listen to me." She shuts the fridge emptyhanded.

"We need more desserts."

"Noted." Seora senses the shift in his tone. The dip.

"What is it, daddy?"

"I've... been seeing someone for awhile now."

"Like friends? I see my friends all the time?"

"No, dating. As in a relationship."

"Dating? Relationship?"

"Yeah." Yunho swallows the lump in his throat when he sees the smile on her face die and turn into a frown. Here it goes.

"Dating?" She repeats in utter disbelief. "So, what was the weekend all about?"

"What does the weekend have to do with what I'm telling you, baby girl?"

"Mom? Visiting her?" She scoffs. "Do you even remember Mom like that, or are you just replacing her with someone because it doesn't even matter anymore? Replacing her with someone who knows where the freaking juice is in the fridge—"

"Seora." Yunho furrows his brows. "Hey, stop that. You do not say that to me. I never said she was replacing your mom. I could never. I just wanted to tell you when the time felt right—" He falters. She stares back at him— expression unreadable at first, then her eyes flicker. "It isn't about forgetting her at all."

"It's about you. It's all about you!" Her tone raises. "You moved on. You moved on and didn't think I'd notice. You're clearly forgetting about her and moving on. You literally don't even care—"

"Seora, that's enough!" She scoffs again, rolling her eyes as she turns to head towards her room. "I thought you'd respond better than that."

"What do you expect me to say, dad? Congrats?!" She pauses and shakes her head. "Whatever. Have fun playing house with your new girlfriend."

"Seora!" She slams the door to her room, leaving Yunho dumbfounded in the living room. His jaw ticks, and he's not sure how to navigate this. Seora has never been this mad at Yunho and vice versa; sure, he's had to calmly discipline her before and correct mistakes, but they've never had this big of an argument.

Whenever they'd disagree, he knew it could easily be salvaged. They'd talk about it, Yunho would fix things patiently. They'd get back to the way they were. Seora would take her lessons to heart and wouldn't make the same mistake again because she'd never wanna disappoint her father, the most important man in her life. Her bestfriend.

Now, it doesn't feel so easily salvageable. Yunho has never seen her so mad. He's never felt this much anger and disappointment. He's not sure how long it'll take to blow over, or how they'd even move past this.

All he can do is sigh, running his hand through his hair before he mutters a short 'fuck' to himself. He cleans the living room and shuts off the lights for the night, sadly heading to bed when Seora doesn't come out for the rest of the evening. No goodnight's, no 'I love you's,' no hugs. And Yunho knows he shouldn't let them go to bed like this, but he knows she needs time. He needs time. He doesn't wanna make this worse, and he doesn't wanna do anything to hurt her more.

But, he expected this. He should've known. So, why doesn't he feel prepared at all? 

Where does he go from here?

"Hey babe." Yunho feels himself relax a bit as he settles into his sheets, letting out a small sigh. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Definitely did not go as planned." You feel your heart beating against your chest, anxiety slightly rising. Of course it didn't go well. You also expected it, so why don't you feel prepared at all? 

What a silly question to ask, Y/N.

"I'm sorry." You respond softly. "Maybe she really just needed time, Yu."

"I guess. Maybe it is my fault." He says defeatedly. "I don't think any other time would've been the right time, and I think she would've reacted this way regardless." He sighs. "But, part of me really hoped she'd be open to it. I don't know what to say to her, I don't know what to do. We've never been in an argument like this."

"Don't push her any further on this, okay? Let it settle and talk about it with her when things feel better."

"Yeah."

"We'll get through this, remember?"

"Mmyeah." He tries to be positive, but it's already killing him how upset Seora is. The silence on the phone is telling, and the silence is enough to scare you. It only makes you fear telling your mom even more, knowing she won't be supportive of it either.

You've talked about the possibilities, so why don't the both of you feel prepared?

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the warmth between us - chapter 1

a/n: sorry for the delay on this guys! i hope you all enjoy the first chapter of the warmth between us!!!

word count: 4k

tw: just a touch of angst and maybe some fluff! 🥰

Shutting the door behind her, Valentina flipped the sign on her flower shop's door from closed to open. The crisp morning air had her in a good mood for today’s predictably not so busy Tuesday. Opening up barely a month ago, Valentina had come to learn Tuesdays were typically the least busiest day of the week. Streets were empty, barely any cars around, let alone people, especially on this side of town.

To say the least, Valentina surprisingly enjoyed when it was busy. Not only because of the fact she was making her well earned money, though that was surely a plus. She just enjoyed interacting with others. She didn’t get the chance to interact with many people often, so when she could it was always appreciated.

But then again…what did she expect moving to a big city. All alone..no family, no friends, just her and her puppy, Aurora.

It was a sad and quiet experience, but in some way peaceful? She’d never felt so at peace before, but also never so bored.

Valentina has always leaned to be more on the shy side. To people she didn’t know, she was quiet, barely speaking at all. But when she warmed up to someone they’d never hear her shut up.

Nonetheless, opening 'Marianna’s' had always been her dream. From a young age it's all shes ever wanted. Her grandmother, whom she named her flower shop after, was one of the large influences for her love for gardening. Valentina would spend her whole summer break planting flowers all around her house, street, neighborhood. Valentina loved the concept of caring for something so beautiful, it made her feel like she has a purpose.

The phone ringing behind her desk cut off her thoughts. She dropped the pink roses she was holding and rushed to the phone.

"Hi, I'm Valentina, how can I help you?" she asked with a relatively cheerful tone. She didn’t get phone calls often, most people would just drop by. It was simpler that way. She had come to learn when people called, most of the time they had orders.

"Hi! I believe i'm calling ‘Marianna’s’?" The voice on the other side of the phone seemed to come from a woman. She sounded friendly and like she was around her age.

"That's correct,” Valentina wondered who would be calling bright and early at this time. It was unlikely to have customers this early, and rarely did she ever get phone calls. “how can I help you?"

"I actually work right beside you. Reigns Enterprises." Valentina always took notice of the large building, the building which was practically attached to her little shop. It was absolutely humongous, towering over every building in sight. She was impressed they even took notice of her building.

"Wow, really?"

"Yes! My husband’s cousin is actually the CEO," Valentina paused. She had heard of Roman Reigns. The CEO of Reigns Enterprises. She knew he was known for his hostility and hard work ethic. The voice on the other side of the phone spoke again “It's kinda his birthday, and well, we know he doesn't like to do much..so we just thought we'd order some flowers for him. Something small, but meaningful.”

"Aw! That's really sweet of you guys! Is there anything specific you'd like?" A big company like Reigns Enterprises ordering flowers meant a lot. If she made a good impression, the possibility of them ordering again would be likely. "Not at all, we know absolutely nothing about flowers! But, just one small favour, would you mind dropping the flowers off here? I know you may be busy but the streets out are kinda dead.”

Valentina glanced outside, the streets really were dead empty, no one in sight. Plus, it'd be cool to drop off flowers to such a professional company. "You know what, sure!"

"Just tell the people at the front, Naomi ordered flowers. I'll let them know too in case."

Hanging up the phone, Valentina skipped around her shop putting together the best bouquet she could. Grabbing a mix of red and pink roses, she tied it up the bouquet, and locked up her shop. Within less than a minute Valentina was walking into the absolutely humongous, slightly intimidating building.

The interior Reigns Enterprises was nicer then the exterior, if even possible. Valentina could even see her reflection coming off the spotless white floor. She approached the two female sectaries, who gave her a look up and down.

She blushed as she remembered her dress wasn't exactly appropriate to wear in a place like Reigns Enterprises. She smiled kindly before beginning to speak.

"Hi! I'm Val-"

"Yeah, we know, the flower girl. Head on up to the the last floor. Last door in the left hallway." The secretary was straight forward, she had a pair of large square glasses on, with an oversized yellow blouse. She had a look of disapproval on her face. A small frown came across Valentina's face, but was quickly covered up by smile.

She stood in the large elevator with the flowers tucked under her right arm. Following instructions she was headed to the top floor, nervously smiling the few employees that would hop on and off the elevator at each floor.

Knocking on the two large doors, Valentina awaited to finally meet Naomi. Instead what she didn't expect was male voice to respond in a "What?" that sounded so ever bothered.

Valentina gulped softly, before opening the door slowly. There sat a man, an undeniably handsome man, his hair slicked back perfectly, a suit the hugged his seemingly perfect body, and she couldn’t ignore the bothered look spread across his face.

She hadn’t realized she was staring at him, he looked at her dumbfounded. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, speaking in a small voice.

"Hi, i'm Valentina. I'm here to drop off the flowers that were ordered." The man looked at her intently. His face began turning a bright shade of pink, alongside his ears, indicating one thing, anger. “What fucking flowers? I didn't order anything."

"I got a call- They told me-"

"Well, I didn't fucking call. How stupid are you? Do you know who I am?" Valentina was visibly taken back by his sudden lash out. Her cheeks began to heat up of embarrassment. She hadn’t been exposed to this behaviour for…awhile now.

"No..I don't know who you are.." she whispered nervously while staring at the floor. He scowled darkly.

"I own the fucking building your standing in." His voice oozed pure confidence. Valentina peered up at him, as it all clicked. Who else would have a large office at the very top of the building? Roman Reigns.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I believe I was supposed to drop these off to someone by the name of Naomi," Pure fear overcame Valentina's body, wondering if the stories shes heard of this man were true. His brows furrowed slightly. In attempt to be respectful she began to address the reason she was sent here in the first place. "Happy Birthday by the wa-"

"That's it! That's fucking it! Get the fuck out of my office!" His hands slammed harshly on his desk. Valentina's body shook in surprise. She didn't expect that. Tears came to her eyes out of pure shock. She dropped the flowers on the floor and she could feel the tears coming.

Without second thought she ran out of his office, scrambling to the emergency exit staircase. Running down the steps, she left the building, heading back to her own shop. She couldn't believe people were actually so mean.

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"Roman! I can't believe you acted that way! She seemed so sweet!" And beautiful Roman thought to himself. He couldn't believe Naomi actually ordered flowers for him. He rubbed his temples for what felt like the 100th time today.

He was just having a frustrating day, and took it all out on the girl who was told by his dumbass secretaries to come up to his office. He could see the way her eyes watered when he yelled at her. The guilt was now all settling in while Naomi was telling him off.

"I want you to go down there, right now and apologize." Roman chuckled at her words. "In your fucking dreams." Naomi looked at Jimmy for back up. Jimmy scoffed, before then taking notice of Naomi’s very serious look.

"C'mon Uce. Ole girl really did seem nice. Naomi had her on speakerphone. She seems real passionate bout her job." Roman looked daggers his way, while Jimmy looked at the floor, stifling his laugh. Jey, sat on the sofa, also trying not to crack up.

Roman could still vividly remember the way her pretty brown eyes were full of warmth. And how sad they looked after he acted like a goddamn nutcase.

She was beautiful either way though. That was one of the first things he noticed about her. Her beautiful eyes, the way they looked so soft and kind, her soft full lips, and her perfect figure. She was undeniably beautiful.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Roman." Naomi spoke like she could get Roman out of his seat to go apologize. But, he also knew she wouldn't stop bickering to him about it till he did so. If there was one thing about Naomi, it was that she’s determined. Roman admired the hustle, but also got pissed off time to time.

"Fine," he spoke gruffly. "Don't expect me to fucking mean it though."

"I'll come with you, uce." Jey spoke his eyes moving from his phone to Roman. "Anything to get away from Sami ass."

The pair began to leave the room, Roman moving as fast as he could to just get this dumb shit over with. Jey however taking his sweet time, slightly causing Roman to want to yell at him.

“Her name is Valentina by the way!” Naomi called out as they left the room. A stunning name for a stunning woman, Roman thought to himself.

Roman and Jey both looked up at the girlish flower shop. It was called 'Marianna’s" the whole place was decked out in colour. How fucking ironic. Roman did wonder how the name ‘Marianna’s’ applied to her. Naomi called her Valentina, so this definitely resonated elsewhere.

"Let's do this, fast."

The door of the flower shop was so small, Roman swore if he straightened out he would have a fucking concussion from the short ass doorway. The smell of fresh flowers was all over the small shop. He saw the familiar girl sitting on a crate, sorting out the different coloured roses laid across the floor.

He couldn't seem to ignore the small frown on her face. The frown he may have had something to do with. He didn't know why, but that made his heart twitch. The fuck.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jey spoke slyly catching Valentinas attention. She softly smiled, her plump lips pressing against each other. "Hi, anything I can do to help you?"

Roman didn't know why, but he didn't like Jey talking to her. Calling her sweetheart and shit. That wasn't his place to do so. She got up from the crate she was sitting on and walked towards Jey. She then realized he wasn't exactly alone.

Her eyes moved from Jey to Roman, her smiling dropping. "My big cousin wants to apologize to you.." Jey started talking. Her eyes widened slightly. Roman moved a few steps towards her, maintaining eye contact.

"I'm sorry for speaking to you the way I did..it's- it’s just been a rough day, that's all." He spoke in an exhausted tone. He truly was exhausted. Always being in his office, and living off of 4-5 hours of sleep wouldn’t exactly make him the happiest person.

Her small smile reappeared as she nodded her head understandingly. "It's okay, I get it. We all have those days."

For some reason that made Roman feel even worse. He knows damn well if someone spoke to him that way he’d be pissed the fuck off, but she was so easily forgiving. It made him feel like shit all over again.

She was naive. He could read people well, and knew she was the type to forgive and forget too easily. He realized his anger had slightly simmered down too.

He nodded his head at her before turning around to leave. That's when he realized Jey wasn't moving. He was in a trance staring at her, with a small smile playing on his lips. She giggled when Roman pulled him back roughly by his shoulder catching his attention.

"Time to go. Now." Roman once again didn’t know why, but he felt angry all over again that Jey was looking at her like that. Like he wanted her. He doesn't even fucking know her.

The two left the shop walking back to the building.

"Don't try no shit with her." Jey looked surprised by Roman's tone. He sounded almost possessive. "Why not? You like her?" Jey said half jokingly half serious. His big cousin has never told him off regarding anything to do with a girl. Roman looked at him with a small scowl.

"Fuck no. Just don't try no shit." He spoke with a unwavering voice. He sounded convincing. "Aight, Uce. You got my word.”

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The last thing Valentina expected from Roman was a apology. More surprisingly, a seemingly genuine apology. Her thoughts were cut off again by the door opening. This time a beautiful woman, a woman with a dark complexion walked through the doors of her shop.

"Hi, I'm Naomi. We spoke over the phone," Valentina was now also wondering what Naomi was doing here. “I’m also here to apologize for that whole misunderstanding. I shoulda been more clear with the secretaries instead of sending you straight to Roman’s office.”

Valentina did not expect that. Her eyes widene, not exactly knowing how to respond. “Oh um- that’s totally okay! Mistakes happen.”

Naomi walks towards her, leaning onto a table. “I just thought i’d come here to chill for a bit, feels good to actually interact with a female. I’m stuck with stupid men alllll day long.”

Valentina giggled softly before she decided to switch topics out of curiosity. “Was the man that came here with Roman your husband?”

Naomi laughed loudly. “No, that’s actually his twin brother, Jey.” Twins? “My husbands name is Jimmy.” Naomi looked at Valentina before beginning to speak again.

“You know what, tomorrow head on over to the building, and bring some of your pretty flowers,” Her eyes danced across the shop taking everything in. “You can help me decorate for the business dinner we’re hosting. We don't need anything super crazy, maybe just a little something to make the atmosphere look a little��happier.”

Valentina thought it through. It didn’t seem like a bad idea, and Naomi’s right, some female interaction even for her would be nice. “Sounds good, i’ll be there!"

Naomi smiled pleased, she stood up straight and walked to the door. “Be there 9 on the dot! See ya, Val!”

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Walking into the same building that almost had her shedding tears, Valentina felt a wave of anxiety in her stomach. She had her rolling stand full of boxes with all sorts of flowers and decorations.

She was almost..scared? Not necessarily scared of the people, just the situation. Roman.

He’s all that’s been on her mind. The way he was utterly upset with her, but also genuinely apologized to her.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he seemed?

This time Valentina didn’t bother approaching the secretaries. Naomi texted her to inform security would just let her in, and she could go straight to her office.

Walking in, there Naomi stood laughing with two men. Twins. The man with the shorter hair who she recognized to be the man who came with Roman yesterday. And the other man with longer hair, hair that was coloured half red, that was obviously Naomi’s husband.

“H-hi..” Making her presence aware.

The trio all turned to look over with smiles on their faces. Valentina took in how similar the twins looked, hair being a way to tell them apart.

“Yay, you’re here!” A smiling Naomi walked over linking arms with Valentina.

“This is my husband Jimmy,” Naomi pointed at the man with long hair. Jimmy smiled kindly at her, with a small wave. “Wudup?!” Valentina could already tell Jimmy was a ball of energy. “And this is Jey, my brother in law.”

Jey seemed to be a little more serious. But a smile formed on his face nonetheless, added alongside a small nod.

“Aight! Let’s start then!”

While working on putting the meeting together, Valentina couldn’t ignore the way Jey kept on staring at her. Jey would stare at her for minutes on end, looking like he was trying to figure her out. It almost gave her a weird feeling in her tummy. She didn’t know if she liked him staring at her or not.

However, within 30 minutes, the four of them had the meeting room looking happier, more alive. Naomi had a look of proudness on her face. “We did a pretty good job.”

“Damn straight. Wait till Roman sees this he’s gonna be impres-”

The door behind them opened abruptly. Turning around, there Roman stood. Valentina took notice in his perfectly pulled back hair, and his sleek black suit. He looked…well..like a business man.

“You guys did a pretty good job,” Roman glanced around the room, with almost a hint of impression on his face. Valentina wanted to impress him.

Unaware of the fact he was staring almost directly at her. Valentina’s cheeked turned a warm shade of pink as she broke eye contact. She could still feel his eyes on her and as she looked down at the floor.

“O-Okay, i’m gonna head out..”

“I’ll walk you ou-” Jey was cut off by Roman. “No. I’ll walk you out.”

A scowl appeared on Jey’s face which was quickly followed by his fists clenching, then unclenching. Roman took notice immediately, barking, “Is there a fucking problem?”

“Nah, Uce. No problem at all.”

Naomi and Jimmy shared worried glances taking in the situation. Jey was a hothead, and Roman was just…well, Roman. Roman had an amused look on his face, with a small smirk playing on his lips. He always got what he wanted.

Everyone knew the cousins could get along well enough, and in the blink eye turn into each others fucking enemies. Its just the way Roman and Jey have always been. No one questioned it. There was no need to. It’d been this way since they were kids.

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Walking into the elevator together, Valentina couldn’t help but notice the strong masculine scent coming off Roman. He smelt…expensive.

“Ya’ll did a good job, I can give you that.” His tone wasn’t hostile like yesterday. He sounded like a genuine normal person.

Valentina always loved hearing positive feedback from people regarding her job. This was definitely something she would not be taking lightly. The Roman Reigns just told her he was impressed with her work.

Her cheeks once again felt heated as she replied hesitantly. “Thank you…it..means a lot.”

“How long you been into flowers?” Valentina surely didn’t expect Roman to keep the conversation going. It was unlike him to.

“Well…my grandma introduced me to more so gardening. We used to plant all sorts of flowers though. When I was younger i’d always help her garden in our backyard. Every summer it was all we’d do.” Valentina felt a wave of emotion come through her. Eyes watering at the thought of her favourite person, Valentina felt so suddenly small and vulnerable. “I miss her so much..”

Roman’s eyes softened at her words. He stared at her as he debated on how to reply. He wasn’t all too good with this feelings shit. “I understand…loss is hard on everyone,” Debating if he should continue speaking, he settled on not being a total dick. “Everyday it gets easier and easier. I promise. Can I ask when your grandmother passed?”

Valentina eyes widened in surprise to Roman’s reaction. She didn’t expect any comfort from him. And especially not a follow up question. Today was completely full of surprises.

She smiled softly at the thought of her grandma. The kindest, most caring, and beautiful person to ever grace her in life.

“She passed away about 3 months ago. She had just turned 83. I actually opened this flower shop in honour of her. She taught me all about flowers and gardening.”

Roman nodded his head, with an unreadable look on his face. “Shit, so her death was recent. I’m not surprised you’re still upset about it. It was recent. But, like I said, day by day, shit does get easier.”

A smile spread across Valentine's face. Roman couldn't help but softly smile back at her. This damn girl was contagious. He didn't know why but a smile on her face, made him feel....at ease?

The elevator opening stopped Romans thoughts. He moved aside for her to step out first. He didn't know why but he felt the need to be kind to her. Poor girl owned a small flower shop, and looks like she’d cry is anyone raised their voice at her. He had some lingering guilt in him from his little breakdown he had yesterday.

Walking out the doors of the elevator, Valentina couldn't help but notice the nasty side eyes the same secretaries were giving her. She never liked have eyes on her, and felt herself becoming nervous.

Breathing out as they finally leave the building, Valentina goes to thank Roman. "I really appreciate your advice," she truly did. He obviously seemed to know what he’s talking about. It couldn’t help but to cross Valentina’s mind if Roman has ever lost anyone that meant a lot to him. Nonetheless she replies in a simple way. “And you’re right. Day by day things do get easier."

Roman nodded with a small smile on his face. Walking to the front of Valentina’s flower shop, Roman planted his feet, eyes lingering from the bottom of the shop, to the top.

“I’ll give to you. You’ve done a pretty good job with the place already. I see people walking round here with flowers all the time recently,” Valentina blushed profusely over his praise.

His eyes moved back to her, he looked unsure of what to say next, but spoke with confidence nonetheless. “Tell you what, if you need any business advice, or even someone to talk to, you know where to find me.”

He was so bold. Valentina could barely respond with the mixed emotions coming over her. She barely mumbled out a quiet “thank you,” before smiling softly, staring at the floor. “I appreciate it.”

Roman nodded his head, his eyes moving over her once more before he turned around, walking back to his building, leaving her with a bundle of emotions to unpack.

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what if.......... we were seen? if joe really saw us? eh???

ok so shes rusty, and also omg pls i dont EVER want to be perceived, but, you know what its like, leave a beautiful vague request and i'll weirdly fill in some gaps for you <3 thanks for sending this in! hope you enjoy! Wordcount: 2.5K

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Seen

“How do you always... just, know?”

One day you’ll learn what exactly it is that he sees. What changes.

“Hm? Know what?”

What minuscule little differences he notices in your face. You have no idea what your expression does exactly, but you know it must be practically undetectable, because no one else ever mentions it. Ever questions it. Questions you.

Meanwhile, Joe will spot it from across a busy room without issue.

“How do you know when the alarms in my brain are getting scarily close to going off? You always catch it just before... I don’t—... how do you know?”

He had caught it tonight at a small party that organically happened after you’d all had dinner together. He’d hauled you home just before anxiety was going to start making you breathe a little different. You had let him pull you by the hand into the cold air that instantly made you feel calmer, even though you weren’t even fully aware of any looming issue yourself.

“I don’t know. I just do.”

“Yea but—... how?”

You had been talking to some of the girls as you’d all huddled together in the kitchen, one of them showing pictures on her phone, scrolling through, whilst all of you marveled at the badly decorated rooms of the house she just bought.

“Oh my God, this is massive?”

“So much potential!”

“It’s got great bones, doesn’t it?”

It was all girls, having a loud girl-conversation, all holding girl-drinks, and making girl-comments which suddenly got broken up when Joe stepped into the circle.

“Hey—”

“Joe, look how much space you could’ve had for like, half the cost.”

The phone got twisted so that Joe could see a photograph of a large back garden that showed the back of this newly purchased house. Joe frowned at it, had to squint a little to get a good look, and then joked, “But live in Croydon? No thanks.” before grabbing the arm that held the phone, smiling, and telling her it was actually lovely.

He easily got sucked into the conversation, knew exactly what to say to make the majority laugh with a silly comment and a silly face. After scrolling through a couple more pictures, he looked up and gave you a questioning look.

You gave the questioning look right back, unsure of what he meant exactly. Do you want another drink? What do you think about this house? Are you all right? Are the dirty dishes that clutter up almost all of the kitchen counters bothering you as much as they are bothering me? He could mean anything.

Instead of explaining himself, Joe let his eyes rake over your body, paying close attention to the way your fingers held onto your glass. To your overstretched knees. Your tapping foot. Eventually his eyes landed back on your face and he carefully scanned your features. He was quick and efficient about it. No one in your little group really noticed the silent communication followed by a full body scan.

“I’m sorry girls,” Joe suddenly said, interrupting three chats that were happening at once. “I’m stealing this one away.”

You got grabbed by the hand and after a few very quick but polite goodbyes, you were lead outside. Taken away from the party by a strong arm that curled behind your back and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Not that you would ever tell him no.

Not anymore, anyway.

You’d learnt that the hard way, unfortunately.

You knew exactly why Joe was making you leave, and you accepted the flimsy excuse Joe gave others without any questions, easily following him out. The party was over for you. Done. The safety of home, of peace and quiet, was what the rest of the night was going to have in store for you, courtesy of Joe.

“How are we doing?” he asked casually, even though you knew he wasn’t treating the situation as such.

Quite the contrary, actually.

“Fine,” you smiled, completely aware that the reason you felt fine was because you’d just left. “That was fun.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

You took a deep breath, the air pleasantly cool in your lungs, and then softly added, “Busy though… long evening.”

Joe squeezed your hand at that, one side of his mouth curling up into a small smile.

“Yea. It was busy.”

It hadn’t been that busy. Nothing overwhelming, not really. Just a small flat with a number of people in that made you feel a little uneasy. What made your anxiety silently grow was hidden in small things. Like, how there weren’t enough seats for everyone, which wasn’t an issue, some of you had eaten their dinner sat on the sofa, but it was something you had taken notice of anyway. Or how a sip or two of a drink made everyone else feel a lot more relaxed, but also a lot louder and a little more careless.

You hoped that one day, maybe, you wouldn’t feel the need to take on the responsibility that was sliding down everyone else’s shoulders. That you wouldn’t constantly be eyeing up everyone in the room just to take inventory of where potential accidents were waiting for you.

Joe had seen you push past your own boundaries one too many times and over time had figured out exactly where they lied. Ever since then, he somehow had gained the ability to predict the future and would remove you from a stressful situation before it was too late.

This was a struggle at first.

There’d been a time where all you’d do was push back.

Joe could see how you looked calm, but he’d be able to hear the subtle fraying in your voice. It wasn’t unlike watching someone smile whilst they bled from the edges.

You, on the other hand, felt a little like someone was trying to wrestle the steering wheel from you whilst you were still confidently driving. Like being told to calm down when you didn’t even feel worked up— it made you question whether you should be panicking or not, and thus triggering anger within your system.

You had learnt the hard way to trust Joe and to follow his lead.

You wish you hadn’t.

Especially not at one of your favourite restaurants.

“Yea, no. We’re leaving.” Joe had said before you’d even had a good look at the menu you’d just been given.

“What?”

“Come on. Let’s go.”

Joe made the executive decision after you hadn’t even heard what he’d said about the waiter when he walked off. This was going to go sideways, and it was going to go sideways fast.

Your small, confused “What?” surprised him slightly, but not enough to change his mind.

You weren’t going to have dinner at this place.

“We’ll get something on the way home.”

He had good reason to want to leave, he thought. There was the clatter of cutlery, the swell of voices all raised because once one table started, every other table had to join in if people wanted to be able to hear each other. You got placed close to the open-concept kitchen, which looked great, but meant the temperature was way higher than he felt comfortable with. There was a large group of people sat behind you, loud laughter coming from them, sharp, endless. He had seen how tight your grip was on the glass of water the waiter had just poured for you. And he’d only mentioned how he’d said no to water but had gotten some any way, but you already seemed mentally too far removed to have even heard him.

Joe knew that in no time your pulse was going to be a loud drumbeat in your ears. Knew how your chest would tighten up and how, seemingly without warning, you’d suddenly find it impossible to breathe.

“What are you talking about?” you scoffed a small laugh. “We’re not leaving.”

Joe scanned your features, his expression worried yet unsure.

“We’re not?”

“Well... I’m not. I booked this table weeks ago.”

This was your favourite restaurant. Joe’s suggestion was laughable at best.

You got eyed suspiciously, and couldn’t help how that made your skin crawl. Joe’s tone, his worry, it carried the weight of a warning you hadn’t earned. You stubbornly let your eyes glide over the menu in front of you and tried your best to read it.

“Okay.”

And you really tried to read the words and to process them in your mind.

You had to try really, really hard.

It wasn’t like your denial made Joe doubt what he saw. Instead, it made him doubt whether he was allowed to care out loud like this.

So, he dropped it.

Wasn’t going to force to you leave.

Didn’t comment on how he’d noticed you couldn’t seem to relax your shoulders.

Repeated his comment about the water he had been given even though he had clearly said he didn’t want any, and saw how, once again, you didn’t really hear him.

When eventually someone came to take your order, you had to ask the waiter three times to repeat himself, stuttered your way through your order and, once the waiter was out of earshot, you seemed to already regret the choice you’d made.

And it’s hard to watch a glass tip toward the edge of the table, you know? Joe could see that it was about to fall right off, but if he reached out too quickly to try and catch it, he might knock the whole thing over himself.

You said you’d wanted to have dinner here, seemed determined enough for the both of you, and so he’d dropped it.

Until suddenly you announced, “I just, I need the bathroom— I’ll be right back.”

Your chair scraped loudly.

You stood up too fast.

Your bag got caught on the table leg.

You clumsily left it.

Just hurried off.

Joe watched you weave through the maze of tables, watched you disappear around the corner, and sat back in his chair with a sigh.

He waited ten seconds.

Twenty.

Rubbed his face.

Thought maybe he should wait for ten more, just to give you some space, but found that he simply couldn’t, and then he stood and followed.

Joe found you just outside of the toilets in a narrow hallway, lit with harsh, cold light. You had pressed yourself against the wall, breathing like you’d just ran half a marathon, eyes wide and entirely unfocused.

“Hey— are you okay?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Shallow, sharp, and painful. You shook your head, a small and panicked little jerk of your chin that was hidden by your hands that hovered near your face, not quite covering it, but trying to obstruct your vision enough so you could escape this awful reality for a moment.

“Hey… hey. It’s all right. You’re all right. Can you look at me? Look at me a sec.”

You tried your best not hide how his tone made you flinch. Tried to answer him, lips parting, but somehow it felt impossible to get any words out – just air, like you’d forgotten how to use your voice entirely.

“Deep breaths, remember? Deep breaths. You’re good.”

Joe’s hands softly pressed down on the tops of your shoulders for a few seconds. Then the moved down where they grabbed hold of your biceps, squeezing for the same amount of time. Your elbows followed. Then your wrists.

“W-will you hold my hand, p-please?” you shuddered, voice paper-thin.

 “Yea, of course. Yea.” Joe quickly shot into action, strangely proud of how you asked for something you needed in the moment. Something to ground you. “We’re here, remember?” Joe fought for eye-contact, ducking, bending, following your gaze until he caught it, and then asked again, “Remember?”

“Y-yea,” you nodded, choking on your breath as you forced your shoulders to relax.

With one of your hands wrapped in both of his held closely to his chest, Joe shushed you as you closed your eyes and tried to focus on Joe and Joe alone.

Not on any of the noises.

On any of the other people that walked past.

On any of the smells.

Or on the constricted feeling inside of your chest.

Just Joe and the way he raised your hand up to his mouth to press against his lips.

“You’re okay, shh. Shh.”

It took a little while, but Joe’s words helped and slowly but surely he balanced your nervous system with his own.

“Coming out of it?” Joe asked when he felt like you’d calmed down enough.

You nodded, a quick brief little thing.

“Yea, you’re easing out of it.” Joe confirmed, and somehow, just him saying it, made it more true. Made you aware of how you were no longer feeling quite so scared.

“You got it. You’re okay.”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I just need— just— I don’t—...”

Joe swallowed, scared he was witnessing you sinking back into a place you seemingly had just crawled out of. He wanted to scoop you up, wanted to say something, to fix something... but he knew better.

You just needed to breathe.

Just breathe until your lips stopped trembling.

Breathe until your fingers stopped twitching.

Breathe until your brain stopped throwing static at you.

“Shh, shh, shh. Just breathe. S’all you got to do. Deep breaths.”

You’d kicked yourself for it after.

For all of it.

For ignoring Joe’s worries, for not telling Joe he was actually right, for just getting up and leaving, and for not listening in general.

You told Joe you should have listened.

Told Joe that you thought you were fine, and Joe had kissed you as he reassured that you were! You were fine, had been fine, just... right up until you weren’t, just for a second, you know?

He’d said then that he didn’t want to tell you ‘he told you so’. Hadn’t wanted to push you when you so clearly didn’t accept the mirror Joe had tried to hold up to you.

You explained that you just hadn’t recognised the reflection yet.

Joe didn’t blame you.

It wasn’t your fault.

But he hadn’t enjoyed watching you silently unravel whilst denying that you were. He’d seen it coming. Knew it was about to all go pear-shaped, and wished that you’d just trust him when he’d tell you.

So you’d learnt to listen.

If Joe said it was time to leave, you knew it simply was just that: time to leave.

You just wondered how.

“How do you always know?” you’d question him again and again.

And Joe would smile and think of the hundreds of little tells you had, obvious to anyone who paid a little closer attention to you. It was easy if they just... looked.

If they watched you for a moment.

If they really saw you.

There were so many things he could tell you about your face, your shoulders, your fingers, your voice... but all Joe would do when you asked him how he knew, was smile a little smile, press a small kiss to your temple, and give a slight shrug.

“I don’t know... I just... do.”

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[pomefioredove]

Hi! i’d like to order a sugar cookie, 11, with powdered sugar, marshmallows, and whipped cream please! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

o7 this was really fun to write!

order #11, sugar with whipped cream, powdered sugar, marshmallows

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ it don't take a word

summary: relationship sabotage and ariel!reader tropes: royalty au, roommate au, coffee shop au (mentioned) characters: floyd additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, little mermaid au!!! actual relationship sabotage

Azul had warned him about this.

"Don't get too invested," he had said, "It's only business."

But, then, when had Floyd ever really listened to his boss? He had been told to keep watch, "Don't let them out of your sight", were the exact words. He cozied up in your room at the castle, called himself a cook, and then got comfortable. It wasn't his fault that there was just... something about you.

Really, if Azul wanted professionalism, he would've had Jade do his dirty work.

You were a lot like him, Floyd had thought. Never happy where you were, always looking for the next interesting thing. That's why you had gone to Azul in the first place, wasn't it? You wanted to be human.

And there was some... boy, or something. Some prince.

Floyd didn't really care about him.

It was his job to prevent you and the guy from getting too close, anyway. What did it matter if Floyd jumped in his place? Azul didn't even have to know! Azul didn't have to know anything.

"Don't get too invested. It's just business,"

But it's not. Not now. Floyd hates when you leave your room to go see that guy. Going to work is one thing, Floyd can sit around a coffee shop on Azul's dime all day, but he can't stalk your dates. That would be... well, sloppy. He didn't really care about the morality of it, but the last thing he needed was for you to get suspicious.

Tonight, you're going to kiss him. The boy, not Floyd. He'd overheard your fishy friends bubbling about it.

Obviously, that's not going to happen.

If he were Jade, or even Azul, he might have the patience to plan something smart. He'd stage an accident and make himself a hero, or he'd blackmail your little boyfriend into backing off.

But he's Floyd, not Jade or Azul.

And so he tails your romantic evening (dinner and a boat ride? Lame, he could do so much better for you) waits to get in the water, and then flips your boat.

You look funny when you're all surprised. Floundering around in that silly outfit as if you didn't know how to swim. No kiss for you!

He practically has to bite your little boyfriend (and by that I mean he does bite him) to get ahold of you and pull you out of the water first.

"Hey, it's you!" he shouts, dragging you to shore. "What're you doing in the water, flapping your arms around like a fish without fins, huh?"

You sputter, covered in seaweed and saltwater, pointing at him.

"You know this guy?" your boything asks. Floyd ignores him.

"I was out for a swim,"

You squint, as if to say ...Now? In your clothes?

Floyd looks down at himself. He's wearing a full suit. Oh, right. "Didn't really feel like changing,"

You seem to accept that, and keep picking the kelp out of your hair, but your prince looks suspicious. Floyd sticks his tongue out at him.

"Awh, you're all wet. Guess you're gonna have to call off your little date," he says, taking you by the arms and lifting you to your feet. "Let's get you dried up. Wouldn't wanna catch something, huh?"

He grabs your wrist and drags you away before you can say no.

Floyd slams the door as soon as you're inside with him, losing the tension in his shoulders. "Don't get too invested," Azul had said.

Azul doesn't know anything.

"Poor fishy. Your prince didn't even spare you a second glance!" he says, dumping a heap of towels on your head. "He woulda let you drown if I weren't there. You're real lucky."

You give him a pout. He pretends he doesn't see it. "Here, I'll make 'ya something warm,"

Floyd goes down to the kitchen, and you follow, towel wrapped around your shivering shoulders.

He starts heaping butter and oil into a pan, and then looks over his shoulder at you. You stand there, silent as ever. What he wouldn't give to hear you speak. Just once.

"...Ya know," he says, kicking the oven to get it started. "...I could probably call in a few favors for the voice thing."

You raise an eyebrow. He smirks. "What, you don't believe me? Just... keep that in mind. If the whole prince thing doesn't work out,"

[yanyannica]

kuroo tetsurou is infuriating to work with as a fellow class representative.

it's not that he's dilly-dallying with his duties, per say. it's far from that. this charming, athletic classmate of yours took you by surprise by how efficient and responsible he actually turned out to be; always there to help, whenever and wherever you may need him be.

a few boxes need to lugged to the faculty? he's flexing his biceps and hauling them up before you could say anything. having an athlete as a class rep has its benefits, you suppose.

"oh, i got this. you can sit back, pretty."

some plans for the upcoming festival need to be drafted? he's there by your side, playing ping ping via suggestions and ideas like it's second nature. conversation with him comes surprisingly easy.

"we work well together, don't you think?"

ever encountered a grand miscalculation regarding class funds? he somehow finds the error within minutes, telling you which part of the table you did wrong. you tell him he'd make a good slave for capitalism and he laughs it off.

"what can i say? charming men like me dominate the economy."

it's kind of scary how capable he is — almost like he's eager to help you out, but it's fortunate that all your seething over his election was for naught.

though you still aren't quite sure what to feel about it.

because he's... well...

"we should totally go out. like, right now."

if you hadn't realize it by the few dialogues the op had laid out before you, then yeah — he's way too damn coy!

"no," your handwriting falters, and you're grateful he doesn't notice it. if he did, he's awfully quiet about it. "i'm busy."

your first name then slips from his lips with that honeyed tone you always find excruciating, and you automatically flinch.

"don't act cute." you know what i mean, is what his lidded eyes say, and you narrow your own at him before averting your gaze completely — just like how you blatantly avoided the double meaning of his words.

you purposefully ignore the rising heat in the room. or maybe it was just you, since kuroo looked as calm and dashing as ev — yeah, no. it was definitely the lack of ventilation in this stupid room. who the hell does he think he's calling cute anyway? you're losing braincells each minute you spend with this guy, you swear.

"last time i checked, we weren't on a first-name basis, kuroo."

he yelps when you pinch a patch of skin along his upper arm, making him pout at you like a child.

"now, now, don’t get too worked up! i was just playing around a little."

"take it somewhere that's not around me then," you huff, giving him a sidelong look. "you're distracting me."

"you know well i take that as a compliment. your words, not mine." wow, does he have selective hearing now? this asshole!

you heave a deep sigh, completely done with it all.

kuroo is one annoying hell of a guy. you should've known better that he wouldn't back down that easily.

you two aren't going to get any work done at this rate. why were you talking back to him, again? you always knew he did it to get under your nerves. you should know better than to respond.

you blink.

unless...

warily, you glance at the boy beside you who's lazily doing his own work. the lack of his usual diligence is surprising. he was quite lively just a second ago.

well, shit.

was it because you told him to knock it off? were you too harsh?

you're not sure what's running through kuroo's mind, frankly enough. why he acts like the way he does, why he talks to you the way he does... but one thing you're sure of is that he doesn't do anything without a reason.

and if that reason is what you suspect it is...

heat rises up the back of your neck as you glare at your own share of work. this guy is seriously a dumbass.

and you're guilty as one too, it seems.

"if we finish up early, i'll let you drag me around the rest of the day," you tap the back your pen into his side, "just today."

your mind drums with a gazillion thoughts as you watch him considerably brighten up at your words.

"that's good enough!" and he starts working like a madman.

you're glad he's out of his bleary mood. but...

you blink in surprise as he snatches your own paperworks, sliding them underneath his own, throwing you a sleazy wink.

what did you just get yourself into?

bonus:

"hey — ! that's my work, you idiot!"

kuroo doesn't look up from his desk, "nuh-uh, can't let my girlfriend do such tedious work on my watch."

"who the hell are you calling your girlfriend?!" you ask, utterly horrified. kuroo turns to look at you dumbly.

"eh? but aren't we technically going out on a date later? cause y'know... i asked and you agreed...? that's enough merit for you to be called my girl, no?"

"kuroo tetsurou! i will plummet you if you don't take back your words at this instant!"

you lied. you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.

[festivating]

Joining in with the Mother's Day asks: any headcanons for SC Gelphie as parents in the future? I can see them passing down the compasses the way other people pass down wedding rings.

Passing down the compasses is making me so unwell <3 what the fuck that's the best thing I've heard <3 Anyway headcanons!

I am thinking two kids? Maybe three? Haven't yet decided how they'll be conceived or if they'll be adopted or if magic will be involved. This affects how they look like of course but I do love it when there's a green baby or perhaps multiple green babies

I believe that, because of Elphaba's experience growing up with Frex she's a little reluctant to be a parent at first, not to mention she probably never imagined herself in that role so she really has to grow into the idea. She wants to be the best parent she can be and it takes a while before she decides she's ready for it (she reads so many parenting guides)

This Galinda has probably wanted to have a baby daughter for ages

Galinda is the spoiling parent and Elphaba isn't particularly strict but she's the one that has to bring some sort of structure to the household

I still think they balance each other out pretty well because sometimes Elphaba has to be a little goofy and participate in pranks and sometimes Galinda has to be the serious one because yes she will buy three hundred toys in a day but no the kids can't actually have ice cream for dinner. I think Elphie sometimes having a silly streak comes from her never really being Allowed to have any sort of silly streak when she was growing up

They are sort of weird about assigning chores to their kids because um. THEY never had to do any chores growing up, but they kind of regret not having that baseline? Esp Elphie who wants to be more hands-on with the house and whatnot, but she doesn't want her children to feel like they're only around to take care of stuff but she wants them to know how to do things on their own. This is a Process

Elphaba is actually really good with babies even though she was scared at first, because she's so calm and steady. Galinda is probably best when they are in toddler or young kid stage because she is so amusing and she has sooo much energy she can play with them or do activities with them forever

They do have a cat!

Elphie reads to the kids everyyy night without fail. Yes she does voices <3

Galinda insists on making birthday parties huge events with matching outfits

Their kids have literally the best and nicest clothes in existence

So many family photo albums and scrapbooks of everything. They both really like the idea of documenting their kids' childhoods and stuff like that

Elphie is really passionate about teaching lessons about injustice and standing up for others, and Galinda puts a lot of emphasis on self-worth and self-expression

Yes they go to every school play yes they cry even if their kids are like. Background Tree #4 and #5

The Upland tradition of having at least one family meal together a day persists

Very protective moms not in a controlling way but in a "if anyone looks at my kid the wrong way I'll kill them" kind of way

They have an insanely elaborate treehouse that Galinda designed that has some magical shit going on like idk spells so the kids can never fall and secret rooms and it has magical lights and music that comes out of nowhere and a mirror or window that show images of whatever story someone is reading out loud, like a background screen

[mylovesstuffs]

𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 ! @mylovesstuffs Hits 1k Followers ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

Celeste's Magic shop :: In celebration of this journey, the blog has opened its doors to requests and confessions! Step inside, pick your token, and leave your wish behind. See details below! ς(>‿<.)

i kid you not, i've been so excited for this day but now i'm overwhelmed by the emotional crash. i hit this milestone a few days ago, but it took me a little time to put everything together [turns out magic shops don’t build themselves]. i started this blog on December 26th, 2024, on a total whim — in fact, i made it within minutes of deciding to. i never imagined how quickly or how warmly things would grow. in just four months, we made it here. i was actually supposed to hit this milestone in early April, but a shadowban snuck in and slowed things down. even so, we arrived a few days ahead of my adjusted prediction, and honestly i’m still wrapping my head around it.

thank you to every single one of you who has read, reblogged, commented, sent asks, screamed in the tags, or just quietly followed along. this corner of the internet became something special because you chose to stop by. i don't think i'll ever stop being surprised that people care about what I write, but you made this silly little blog feel like a place worth staying in. so, i’ll keep writing, as long as you’ll let me.

i don’t know where we’ll go from here, but i do know one thing: we run anyway.

guidelines: • anon and non-anon asks both welcome • open for SEVENTEEN only • track with: #mylovesstuffs 1k milestone magic 🌙 • until: may 25th

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .WISH UPON A STAR. ،♥︎٫

choose from a list of a total of 30 prompts across fluff, angst, and suggestive tones, below [mix of originals + from pinterest]

send me an ✨ emoji + your chosen prompt + a seventeen member. it's not possible to full fill all requests but, i’ll select whichever ideas resonate most.

fluff

falling asleep with heads leaning against each other.

“i could stay like this forever.”

tying his/your [please specify or I'll decide] shoelaces for him/you.

“you have a freckle here—no, wait, let me kiss it.”

you tucked a flower behind his ear

“lets go home. you're freezing, and i don't want you catching a cold.”

“hold my hand or I’ll get lost, and it’ll be your fault.”

“god, i miss you so much.”

he learned to braid your hair

“let me kiss you better.”

angst

“why didn’t you fight for us?”

pretending to be fine in front of the other members.

“it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“i loved you more than you’ll ever know.”

“give me a chance.”

a ring that was never given.

“don’t make me choose between you and my dream.”

“i lost the baby.”

“i wish we’d met at a different time.”

regretfully watching you/them [please specify or I'll decide] fall in love with someone else.

suggestive

you/them teasingly undoing the top buttons of your/their [please specify or I'll decide] shirt.

“make me forget everything else.”

“you think i won’t do it?” — “try me.”

“you're not going out in that outfit.”

trapped between him and a wall.

“you’re so lucky we’re not alone right now.”

“do as i say.”

a game of truth or dare that goes too far.

back hugs that turn into something more.

“if you bite your lip one more time—”

example ask: ✨ fluff prompt 7 + Seungkwan, please.

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .CHARM OF CHOICE. ،♥︎٫

send me an 🪄 emoji + a lyric of your choice + a seventeen member.

example ask: 🪄 “i knew you were trouble when you walked in” i knew you were trouble by Taylor Swift + Mingyu. thank you!

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .SPELL RECIPES. ،♥︎٫

curious about my already released fics and wips [ongoing and/or to be started]? send an 🗝️ emoji + fic/wip title or concept. i’ll answer with fun facts, untold scenes, or future plans, etc. — some peeks into my writing process.

example ask: 🗝️ can we know more about the ‘somewhere before’ ? like what happened after part 2 with y/n and jun?

⠀⠀ ⠀، ⠀ ── .MIRROR MIRROR. ،♥︎٫

want to know which SEVENTEEN member would be your reflection? send an 🪞 emoji + a short description of yourself, and I’ll match you with someone and explain why.

example ask: 🪞 I’m quiet, really love rainy days, and have a huge soft spot for pets, especially a rabbit!

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send me an ☄️ emoji + ask me anything! [about my blog, writing process, favorites, life outside tumblr, etc.]

example ask: ☄️ what's your favourite cake flavour? [lol]

note :: for all programs, one request per ask, but you’re welcome to send multiple asks. all fills will be drabbles/ficlets unless the muse takes me further.

〰︎ .FORTUNE TELLER’S GIFT. 〣 ᰵ —

i’m opening the door, just a little, to a universe close to my heart: 🔮 the 14th member au 13+1 verse. a separate masterlist will be created for this world tomorrow [11th May], and her story will unfold from the very beginning.

we’ll be starting at the roots — early life, pre-debut, and present day. i’ll first be sharing basic things like, backstory, and character information, and as we move forward, you’ll see her timeline gradually evolve and be updated, just like it does in real life.

the world is already 90% built in my head, but: you’ll help shape her future. i’ll offer you moments to choose between different paths, decisions, or fates; because this is as much yours to explore as it is mine to tell.

no asks needed for this one; it's a gift from me to you.

thank you for everything; for all the love shown ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

[vibatu]

"Just a sip" , a comic idea that I have filed away under the "I no longer know when or if I'll ever finish it" category (Doesn't feel right to say "discarded" lmao) (who knows, maybe one day I pick it back up!).

I really love the thumbnails I managed to sketch out (especially that last panel at the third page!!!!!!! I want and need to make more of that), its been I think almost a year since I've made them though, and it just doesn't feel right just let them keep collecting dust after so long especially when I don't even know if the inspiration to complete it strikes again, so, here it is! Read more for further rambling into the details~

This is another "what if" comic where wanted to explore mainly:

1. Ocudeus and The Seaspring. And what could happen within someone's mind once they drink (Lukas is our text subject! Yay!)

2. "Interesting" paneling, or at least visually engaging compositions in pages (I love making comics!) There's so many things I want to practice and try out to make bring the movies in my head come to life in this format.

On to the "plot".

We start out with Lukas drinking from The Spring. Hypothetical-Timeline wise this would be happening at the "ending" of the TS story in which not a single cure is found for MCs curse. Last resort type of situation. This happens on pages 1, 2, and page "3". In this post the 3 image would actually be page 4, I just never sketches the 3rd (I just drew what was clearest in my head first). Imagine 3rd page having a shot of Ais staring at the process from a safe distance with a cig while Lukas is writhing on the floor losing his marbles after drinking (lol).

Now the fun part. Ocudeus. I imagined the process of joining the groupmind not happening instantly. I thought about Ocudeus himself manifesting in their new host's mind and sometimes striking conversation (which happens in isolation with just the two of them) (brain is not part of the primordial soup. Yet)

We don't know what Ocudeus looks like either! So I went crazy. At first I was just gonna make them take Ais' shape. But that felt, not quite right for an eldritch being. So instead, Ocudeus takes the form of whoever is drinking :) thus manifesting themselves as Lukas inside Lukas' mind.

There's a huge jump in events from Image 3 and 4 of the post. After Img 3 there's a lot of talking going on. Asking if the curse can really be cured. Ocudeus being a sassy smug menace cryptic about it and reminding Lukas that there is no going back anyways and that is no longer something Lukas should be concerned about. He will no longer be himself, so why worry.

After this its just a "Descent into true madness", see Img 4 for reference, where the "world" just really starts to warp around and eventually ends with Lukas getting "consumed" by the darkness of the giant octopus, his lasts thoughts as "Lukas" being those of relief of finally getting rid of the curse, and grief over leaving his life behind. Fun stuff.

Comic was supposed to end with Lukas jolting awake (His head was resting on Ais lap now).

After sitting up abruptly and wiping his tears away, with hands that now look properly human. Lukas turns to Ais and asks, with a gaze now as red as the seaspring near them.

"Why am I crying?"

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THATS A LONG ONE If you read this far, well, thanks! ;w; I hope you enjoyed the read, even if there is no full comic to pair. The Seaspring is so interesting to me.

Some other random things: I got inspired by the Honkai Star Rail promo video where Acheron and Black Swan dance together. The visuals and visualization of Black Swan's "being" being consumed by the endless void was SO good and when I realized this concept could work for the seaspring in a similar way I needed to get the idea out of my system.

Have an extra! Alternative version of my fav panel. Only difference is the eyes, this is the first version. Which I drew before Redspring revealed what Ais' eyes looked like when his cephalopod friend is driving the car.

Vibi out~ (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

[rosenclaws]

omg i love you head cannons a lot!! im actually thinking about logan being a dad to ur child?? i mean what is he like about a toddler.. does he even play with them (like lifting them up or making their child be on a cardboard box while he pushes it like the speed of a car???) 😣

DAD LOGAN DAD LOGAN YES

Origins Logan -

Oh man he would be the cutest father. He loves coming home from work and seeing you and his kid waiting for him. You're outside reading while your kid plays in the yard and logan rolls up and he just smiles when his son runs up to him and starts blabbing about his day. Okay I am a girl dad Logan truth BUT for some reason I think origins Logan would have a son. Idk why. His kid would be a mini me, dressing like Logan and wanting to be just like his dad. It's soo freaking cute. Oo I can imagine that Logan brings your kid to work one day and Logan is a caring father and carries him around but he's still Logan so he's like yeah I'll give my kid an axe what could go wrong. Its just a lot of cuteness overload tbh.

Trilogy Logan -

He swears up and down he's not good with kids but he's really a natural. There's a reason he's one of the kids favorite professors. Now this Logan has a baby girl. He's still the big bad wolverine but now he's got his little red who has him wrapped around her little fingers. Like he's a tough "i don't fucking care" grader and lets the students do stupid shit in the danger room and then he sees his little girl and scoops her up in his arms and lets her watch. He'll point at like an injured student and ask her if she knows what an open wound is. Like Logan she's 5 chill out. She's like his little shadow. Its really cute but sometimes he does wanna smoke and he can't do that around her so he just picks her up and hands her to Aunt Ro for a second. He can have a temper but tries not to ever get mad at her. But she has seen him angry at someone else and one time she scowled and copied Logan while he was being snarky with Scott and oh my god her face scrunched up just like his and Logan forgot what he was even mad about in the first place as he coos at his baby girl.

DOFP Logan -

He's the best dad omg. He's teaching a history lesson when his little girl walks into the room, she's peaking her head into the door because she wants to watch her dad work. You're standing behind her and whispering for her to be quiet. Of course he notices, he heard you before you could even walk down the hall. He stops his lesson to bring his baby girl into the classroom and spends the rest his class with her on his hip teaching his class. The students loveeee her. She's basically their niece. Logan is hesitant to let them babysit or watch over her but he will let her sit in Jubilee's lap during class. He is the kind of dad to toss her up into the air super high to make her laugh and makes you incredibly nervous. He's the best damn dad and you'll see him grading papers with her asleep on his shoulder. It's just so fucking cute.

Old Man Logan -

He's pretty out of his depth here but he tries. I think he's not super affectionate at times because he's just so nervous. He's also a girl dad I don't make the rules. Like he loves her and will always take care of her but when she's crying he gets so worried that he lets you handle that. He's there but he's just so afraid. I think the breakthrough comes when you're out with Laura for a girls trip (you know making sure she knows you don't love her any less) and he's watching his girl when she just starts crying, like sobbing crying. She fell and hit her chin really hard and without thinking logan picks her up and hugs her tight, his big rough hands gently checking out her chin and making sure she's not seriously hurt. She just melts right into his embrace and seeks his comfort. She's not afraid of him. You come home to her curled up on his chest watching some disney movie. He cracks a smile and you feel your heart overflow with happiness. Laura sits next to him and you sit on the other side. Old Man Logan is kind of a hardass but he shows his love in other ways. Like your daughter will say she doesn't want to eat her veggies and logan just says tough shit but lets her leave after just eating one and he if she asks for a new stuffed animal Logan says no but comes home with a cute bear.

Worst Logan -

He's a natural and he doesn't even realize it. He has the same worries and doubts as Old man logan but he's more affectionate. Also a girl dad idc. He's constantly holding her low key or around her. He refuses to ever let Wade babysit. Fuck no. He covers her ears when Wade says something vulgar or swears and he threatens to turn him into a kabob. He is afraid of scaring her with his nightmares or just lashing out because and saying something horrible to her but his natural paternal instincts come out in full force. Oh loves putting her on his shoulders and pretending to drop her. She clings onto him like a koala. He's not great with the more emotional moments so he tends to leave those to you. But if he does know in the back of his mind that he has three claws ready for whatever poor soul decides to try and date his daughter. Part of his new life becoming a dad and he does everything he can do be good at it. He may falter in some places, arguments or being too protective but its all from a place of love and they always make up by the end of the day.

[bellysoupset]

Sorry to bombard your inbox with likes just now! I love your stories and haven't been on Tumblr for a few weeks, so I'm just now reading them all lol

Anyway, I have a story request too, though. I had actually requested it about a year ago, so if it seems familiar, that's why lol

I'd love to see a story in which either Leo or Jonah don't feel well, but still have to feed JD. The smell of the cat food sets off their stomach and pushes them over the edge to be sick. Of course, no worries if you don't like the prompt!

💕💕💕aye, never apologize for bombarding my activity page, I was watching the likes with such amusement! I do remember this request and I remember having loved it the first time around, but it got buried, so I'm so happy you sent it again! Her goes nothing, but warning that this is an "insert it wherever" fic, not in the current chronological order.

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"I don't like this," Jonah's voice traveled through the phone and Leo rolled his eyes, staring at the view out of their balcony, "I'll swing by, bring you some broth, some electroly-"

"I'm not a baby, Jon," Leo snorted, "I'm not gonna die, I'm a little nauseous, but that's all."

"You stayed home from work, that isn't a little nauseous," Jonah scoffed and the blonde let out a sigh, rubbing his face and gulping down against the uncomfortable knot in his throat.

"I have 5 home office days to use every month, I didn't call off work," Leo corrected him, "Jonah, go have lunch, okay? And stop worrying, I promise I'm fine."

"Uhm," his boyfriend let out a frustrated huff, "okay... I love you."

"Love you too," Leo swiftly ended the call, maybe a little too quickly as he heard Jonah's voice get cut off, but whatever. He was queasy and cranky.

He had been harshly woken up by a upset stomach that sent him running to the bathroom, intestines cramping so much he got breathless. It was only when he was already late for work that he had come to the realization that 1. he couldn't possibly go to the office and 2. Jon was already gone.

It wasn't unusual for Jonah to be called an hour or two before his schedule, but that had hiked up Leo's annoyance nonetheless. He wanted to be a little fussed over, even one little hug would've been plenty.

The upset had only grown through the day. He was glad he was working from home, because not only he had to make another two mad dashes to the bathroom, but he had spent the second one heaving over the toilet instead of having the runs.

His belly was bloated, warm to the touch and gurgling non stop, squeezed by his loosest pair of sweatpants. He hadn't even tried rubbing it, because it was cramping and extremely tender. Nonetheless, he still had to do actual work in home office.

A sudden tug on his pants caused Leo to jerk and immediately wince as his tummy flipped. JD had planted her front paws on his thigh and was staring at him expectantly, meowing as he made eye contact.

"What is it, baby?" Leo sighed, picking her up and smoothing over her fur. The cat gave him a soft bite, patting his wrist and meowing even louder, a tone he knew well, "ah... You're hungry?"

Of course she was, he hadn't fed her until now. Poor baby, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a bad cat dad," he admonished himself, kissing the top of her head, "I'll feed you now, I'll even do wet food, okay? Does that make it up for no breakfast?"

As if she understood him, JD rubbed the top of her head against his hand, ears brushing his fingers. Oh, his heart.

Very slowly, slightly bent at the waist, Leo made his way back inside. He had been sitting in the balcony, hoping the fresh air would help get rid of the nausea swirling in his belly, but it hadn't done much.

JD followed him to the kitchen, happily zigzagging between his legs and nearly causing him to trip, walking straight to the cabinet where her food was stored. And people had the nerve to say she didn't understand him, Leo snorted at the thought.

He grabbed a can of trout flavored wet food and then JD's bowl, near the doorway of the kitchen. It was Tiffany's Blue and sat on top of a little golden platform, of course, it had all been picked out by Jon.

JD clawed at his pants, meowing happily as he brought it all back to the counter, so he could pry the can open-

The fishy smell hit his nose and Leo immediately dropped the entire can inside the bowl, lurching to the sink. It was downright rotten and he immediately lost the battle he had been fighting all day with nausea, heaving loudly.

Spine curling as he retched once more, a wet burp dragging in its tail a thick wave of his liquified dinner, since he hadn't eaten since the night before. Leo coughed, eyes watering, knuckles turning white as the clutched the counter and heaved once more.

Suddenly the water was running, washing away the vomit and Leo leaned in, dizzy and still heaving, so he could swish some water and spit out the taste. The smell was still killing him, causing him to cough even louder, letting out a moan.

"Aw, Leo," Jonah sounded worried, but also confused, "try to breathe, you're choking..."

"Sm-EEerk-sssmell," he slurred, spitting the thick ropes of saliva and gagging once more. He needed to get out of the kitchen, there was no way he could get his stomach in check with that rancid smell tickling his nostrils, squeezing his stomach. With a shaky hand, Leo pointed in the general direction of JD's bowl, heaving once more.

The hand that had been on his back vanished, then a clean inox bowl appeared under his chin and Jonah looped an arm around his back, dragging him away.

"Come here," his boyfriend was firm, despite Leo not wanting to move away from the sink, as he was sure he was about to vomit once more. Slowly Jonah dragged him to their bedroom, then to the bathroom and Leo immediately let go of the bowl so he could lurch over to the toilet, stomach acid hitting the water and splashing on the seat.

"Fuuuh-" he whined, coughing and resting his forehead to the porcelain, trying to breathe the clean air. It took a second, but the nausea receded to doable levels, leaving him panting for air.

"Jon?"

No answer. Leo grabbed a wad of toilet paper, cleaning the seat and flushing, forcing himself to stand up so he could brush his teeth.

Footsteps, the bedroom door closing, then Jonah's face appeared on the bathroom's doorway, worried reflection in the mirror, "you good?"

"Yeah," Leo spat the toothpaste, washing his mouth, "fucking stinky food- Why are you here?"

"I was already on my way when I called you," Jonah blushed slightly, opening a sheepish smile, "wanna sit in the bedroom balcony? I opened the windows in the living room, I'll go get rid of the bowl as soon as she finishes eating..."

"Yeah, bedroom's balcony is good-" Leo turned around, then collapsed against Jonah, hugging him tightly, "thank you for not listening to me..."

Jonah chuckled, hugging him back, "I'll want that in writing, Leo."

[throatsplit]

tiny psa, kinda?

this is mostly just me stressing on dash, honestly, but here we are anyway! i've been struggling like hell with some picky ass muse and my brain only wants to write things for louis and like, maybe the occasional fletcher every so often, which has led to me stressing out over the drafts i owe for everyone else... and they're in the double digits now. it's entirely a me issue because y'all have been so kind and so patient with me and this blog is (s)low activity. no one's pressed but me @ me probably lmfao, but i don't want to put out anything that's forced because it leeches the inspiration and the drive, so i think, at least for a bit, i'm gonna put them on hold indefinitely. i might get to some if i feel the inspiration, but for now i gotta forget they exist until i get the muse... because i'm just gonna keep hiding from here when i actually want to write.

some of them have been in drafts for a few weeks to a month, so like... i don't think it'll really make that much difference adding a few more weeks onto that, but if you want anything dropped and/or want to start something new with louis in the meantime so we're still actively writing, that's totally cool and i am never going to be upset. just let me know! if you don't say anything, i'll assume it's cool to keep our thread(s) cozy in the drafts until i've got what i need to continue them! i have every intention of replying to all of them when i'm able, but i understand not wanting to wait so long! it's all chill. again, just let me know!

also, ooc has been hit or miss for me lately. i've got the urge to write but zero energy to chat for too long tbh. this is not to say don't message me. i love being poked because i'm a forgetful fuck, i just don't want anyone to be disheartened if i don't reply right away or take days to do so. so... this is, yet again, just a tiny reminder that i love you, i'm never ignoring you, and i'm trying very hard to find the spoons. irl things are rough as fuck lately, i'm in my head way too much, the depression is Hitting, doc visits are coming, and it's just hard to hold an active conversation. i'm down for plotting and i'm hoping to get back to y'all waiting this weekend, but i need to stop holding myself to some imaginary fucking deadline i've created in my head lmao.

if you're not cool with either of these things, that's okay! i get it! just please remember to hardblock me if you're making a permanent exit so i don't make the mistake of following again. softblock me if you're intending to come back to me later! i will never approach you about a block and i will never hold a grudge or harbor hard feelings!

smooches babies!!! 😘💋

[flossylove]

Ahhh okay back again! I realise I literally have not been keeping up to date with my spam messages, but who cares, only I'm reading these to myself lolol.

So. THE CLIPS TONIGHT!!

OMG where do I even start? So I was working during the day, so thankfully time flew by for me - I actually couldn't imagine having to wait around all day, I would've gone crazy! I was so looking forward to tonight, because I'll be honest - this remake is definitely my favourite! Maybe it's because it's my first one I'm ever watching in real time, but I genuinely feel it's more than that. They've made so many positive changes (like, in my opinion making Roko less toxic than William first was), and the cast is just so incredible in bringing the characters to life!

Nora and Roko are so easily my favourite Noorhelm remake by far! Their chemistry just feels so real and authentic (and yes I understand that authenticity and reality is literally the core of SKAM, but some remakes just weren't able to achieve that, in my opinion, but these guys have!) Maybe, also, I just find them to be one of the most beautiful Noorhelm remakes too - sue a girl!!

Okay, back to the actual clips! Firstly, I'll be completely honest, when we got the 22:05 clip with Maša, and she was talking about someone not calling for 3 days.....I genuinely thought it was about a girlfriend! Turns out, nope! Just her mum! But still, I believe in queer Maša being canon. It just works, u know? Also, Nora being such a sweetheart in that clip? Ugh love love love her. My heart literally hurt to see Maša crying, like, please no, I already love her so much. Already I feel she's spoken more words than Linn ever did!

Now onto the 13 MINUTE CLIP!! OMGGGG! Like, I already knew/was hoping it'd be a long clip like in the OG. But, once again, SRAM just outdid itself! I really do love how many one shot scenes there are. Like, I don't think I've seen anyone else talk about that? IDK, maybe some people have and I just haven't been seeing it at all hahahaha. But I noticed it so much in Season 1, and I'm really glad they're keeping it within the filming style! It really adds character to SRAM being it's own thing as well. I feel there's too much to even talk about with that clip but ahhh - Eva and Nix? Hello?? Love them! Nix picking Nora up? And that comment about expecting her way earlier (just goes to show that SRAM is making an effort to actually build Nix and Roko's friendship. Like, in the OG, I swear sometimes William just wouldn't tell Chris anything, like, IDK, to me that never made sense! But in SRAM, we know Roko actually talks to Nix about Nora - which, ugh, I love, such a loverboy!).

I feel like they kinda brushed over Vanessa this clip? Like, she was there in the photos, with both Eva and Tina, and I think Nix too? So like, did she leave with Tina? I guess it makes sense, cos they live in the same neighbourhood, but the fact none of the girls even mentioned her was just....iffy Idk. Nothing too deep, just something I noticed.

Ahh, one thing I just remembered! Right at the start, when Eva introduces that guy to Nora, and says about it being funny if he was called Adam instead. I loved that little throwback to the OG. I don't know if anyone else figured that, but I immediately was like OMG! In OG SKAM, when Eva has the date (the one that happened last Friday, or at least was supposed to? before it fell through? The one Nora lied about being busy for!) it's with a guy called Adam, and Vilde makes the funny joke about them being Adam and Eva. At least, I think that's correct and I'm not going crazy...

Either way, onto the important stuff - Roko and Nora!! I've said it before, and I'll keep saying it. Their banter, their chemistry, the way they bounce off each other so naturally and get the same jokes, just really makes them so enjoyable! Like, yes OG will always have a place in my heart, but, like, sometimes, it felt as though William had no personality. No laughs, No jokes. No smiles. And I get it! The whole 'broody, but only smiley for the right girl' vibe he had going did work! But, like, we're 10 years into the SKAM remakes now, and I'm just really glad they made this change and gave Roko a solid character build-up. I hope I'm making sense hahahaha

I didn't even notice, cos I was too entranced by Nora's singing, but he actually joined in at one part? Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but he does do a little something, before he then starts playing on the synth? keyboard? idk. And he sounded good! I really hope there's a chance for us to see more of that in the future. Some people reckon that instead of it being an essay/article that William helped with, it'll be a song, or a musical project - and I'd really love to see that be true! Also, just a side bar, in the OG, I feel like, once again, with us getting minimal characterisation of William, the guitar was a little random. Like, it was just never mentioned again? I'm pretty sure? It's been a while since I did a Season 2 rewatch, but I just remember always thinking how that felt like it came out of nowhere, and then was never mentioned again? Hahaha. Whereas, like, Roko being into music, being a DJ, has been a key point in this storyline so far.

So, we've mostly covered the clip but still, I just wanna touch on how easily Roko was able to pick up Nora's slight discomfort about singing in front of him (for real, rather than just messing about) and he so quickly just backed away so she was comfortable. Like, that man is for one woman, and one woman only, and her name's Nora. Like, he is so down bad for her!! Which, ugh, as a single girl who's never dated, it's so refreshing, in the big year 2025, to see a representation of a guy not being afraid to have a crush? And yes, I know, like, he's still a teen boy, he still has flaws, and unfortunately his character is fictional, but still, I am loving getting to see him smile at her softly, and take her beauty in and just quietly appreciate her.

Can u tell I love them so much??

Okay, now finally onto the last clip of the episode!! SRAM finally broke their Saturday no clip rule! I don't even think it was/is a rule, they just never seemed to post on Saturdays. Like, at all. Although, saying this....maybe they did in Season 1? And I'm just being silly? IDK, it's too late for me right now and I should be sleeping but I needed to get these thoughts out!

Anyways, we got the clip!! I was so scared we weren't going to get anything following the end of the 13 minute clip, but I kept adding the clips together and was like... 'we should still have 3 minutes left of the episode???' so I wasn't giving up all faith on the sleepover clip!! And I'm glad I didn't!! Once again, I loved - but are we surrpised?? No, not really hahahah

I'm just really loving the way SRAM is putting this storyline together. Like, yes, do I wish I saw what happened in those two-ish hours between the clips? Hell yes. But, I also love how it wasn't all shoved together. So, I am simply living in my own delusion and saying that they spent all that time playing around with the synth and just messing with each other!

Sitting here, rewatching the clip for the 7th time already (note, it's only been 45 mins as I'm typing, since it got uploaded), I just. No words. Love it. I really liked how it started with a reasonable scenario, of Roko sleeping on the couch, but then Oh No, What A Shame, It Smells Of Beer, Guess He Better Sleep In His Bed Again!! And Nora's reaction? Girl, I see you.

The little barrier, iconic as ever!! Their banter about Vito too? The reach-over and breaking of the barrier, was such a small thing in this remake, but once again, I feel it really worked with the scene and Nora and Roko's characters. The physical contact will always get me! I am a physical contact girly, so you can imagine my reaction when in the clip before Roko touched Nora's waist!!

When Nora says she doesn't know how to turn off the light, the way the camera angle was looking, I genuinely thought we were gonna have Roko lean over to turn it off for her. Which, I get is unrealistic hahaha, but I would've loved it. To maybe have seen Nora panic a little as he got closer, get a little flustered... idk - I just can't wait to see Nora when she finally lets him in and fully embraces her crush hahaha

And I really liked how they did it so Roko lies in this version! Now hear me out! I don't condone lying haha, but this was such a little funny lie, about Vito being out with some chick. Like, Nora knowing he was fully lying and making it up, but instead of leaving and getting angry she just stays and jokes with him too. Like, Your Honour, they are in love. They both want to spend time together!

Roko's little smile as he says "You do like me a little." and looks over at her. Beautiful. Absolute Cinema. And the call back to 'Robi' at the end. I really hope they keep including this as a little inside joke between the two. I mean, Roko seems more than happy to respond to it!

The. Way. Roko. Moved. The. Pillows. And. Moved. Back. So. He. Was. Closer. To. Nora. Need I say anymore??? No, I didn't think so. It was so sweet to watch!!

Now finally, and I mean finally, promise I'll be done soon! I really recognised the piano track playing in the background as the camera started to spin around them. It's absolutely a famous piece, I just can't think of what one right now (it's so late, I need to be up in 5 hours this isn't good for me hahaha). But I really love it! And the camera moving - ugh! LOVED IT!

I don't know if anyone will think I'm crazy, but I kinda hope we get a clip tomorrow? Like, with them waking up. I know we won't, because we've gotten the whole episode in these clips. But, I could just imagine the little transition between clips. Like how they did in Season 1, with them panning over the bed with Eva and Jakov. From night to then the morning. I really loved that a lot last season! Made the transitions a bit more fun!

Like I said, it won't happen, but maybe in the future? In a possible future clip? IDK, this is me now just projecting hahaha

Okay, I think I'm all SRAMmed out for the night, so I'm gonna finish this here. I doubt anyone has even made it to the end, but if you did then wow, thank u for dealing with my ramblings! At the end of the day, I'm just a girl with too many thoughts in my head and no one to talk to about SRAM in real life hahaha

~ floss <3

[bandtrees]

Then finally, after what seemed like forever, a stupid, arrogant, little man cut the webs and set the monster free.