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sapphicmsmarvel · 7 months ago

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Azriel: baby blanket

Azriel had never had a baby blanket.

When you found this out, it made you so sad you started crying (you were on your period which didn’t help the emotions).

You were talking with Feyre and Cassian. Feyre mentioned how she found Rhysands baby blanket in their closet and couldn’t get over how cute it was.

“It has bats! It was so cute.”

“Oh yeah, Rhys’ mom made me one with swords on it.” Cassian sipped his beer.

“And Az?” You asked.

“Az what?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“What was on Az’s?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Huh.” Cassian thought. “I don't think he ever got one.”

“What? Why?” Your heart was shattering for your husband and mate.

“When he joined the family, he was in his preteens. A little old for a baby blanket. I joined when I was a bit younger so I think that’s why I got one.” He titled his head as he thought. “He might’ve had one when he was with his blood relatives, but I doubt they let him have any comfort.” He grimaced.

You teared up. “Rhys’ mom never made one for him?”

“No, just because he was a bit older.” Cassian shrugged.

You frowned, “I wouldn’t think of it either if I were her I just…” Your lip wobbled. “He deserves it.”

“Aw shit.” Cassian got up and went to your other side. “I forgot you were on your cycle.”

“Shut up.” You cried, swatting his arm. Which he wrapped around you and pulled you to his chest.

“He’s okay, sweetheart. He’s a big boy.” He kissed your temple.

“Everybody deserves a baby blanket. I still have mine.” You bit your lip and sniffed. “I need to make Az one. He deserves it!”

Feyre touched your shoulder. “I think Rhys still has fabric his mother owned.”

“Can you ask? I wanna make it and include the woman that took him in.” You frowned, “and find some way to include his mother.”

“Of course.” Feyre said. She also kissed your temple.

Feyre later asked Rhys, who absolutely let you have some fabric. That way the blanket was from both you and Rhys’ mom. You reached out to Azriel’s mother, who helped you learn to sew. You spent hours with her. You loved doing this so you could give Azriel something meaningful, then it was better since his mother helped you learn.

You did a few practice runs with random squares of fabric that weren't the special kind. Just to make sure you didn’t fuck up the actual project.

You picked out a soft fabric he loves because it doesn’t cause sensory issues. You chose if in his siphon blue with stars on it.

When he came home after you had finished it, he was concerned because you looked like you were up to something.

It didn’t help that you had made his favorite foods plus dessert (since you wouldn’t let him eat you for dessert with your cycle going on, which he doesn’t care either way for the record).

Then after dinner, you made him sit on the couch and close his eyes for a surprise. “And I forbid your shadows being sent out! So don't send them!” You yelled as you ran up the stairs to grab the surprise.

“Yes, love.” As if they’d listen to him over you in this case. Plus, he’s never seen you so excited. So no, he wasn’t going to ruin it.

He heard your giggling as you walked down the steps and couldn’t help his own tiny chuckle. He heard the crinkling of a bag as well.

“Okay, open your eyes baby.” You said. He opened his eyes to see his love smiling wide and her eyes twinkling.

She handed it to him, he could feel that it was hefty. He took the tissue paper out and threw it at you, which you giggled at as it hit you.

Then he saw the most beautiful blanket there. He pulled it out. It was a deep, rich navy blue. Sparkling with the night sky.

“Did you make this?” He whispered, his heart was already filled because his love gave him something.

You nodded and that caused his heart to overflow.

“I love it but what’d I do to deserve it?”

“Just be you.” You said. Then he saw the tears start in your eyes. “Gods, this stupid cycle. The amount of times I cried making it.” You wiped your face.

“Cassian told me you’d never had a baby blanket. And everybody deserves that bit of comfort. I’m sorry if this seems silly I just-“ Your lip wobbled. “I wanted you to have it.”

“Oh baby.” Azriel cooed. Which was weird, because he was one of the most feared warriors cooing over his period-ridden wife. “C’mere.” He set the blanket down, and pulled you into his lap. Your thick thighs cradling his muscular ones.

You fit perfectly in his lap. He then grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around you both. For a baby blanket, it was quite large. You worked so hard. He loved it so fucking much.

“I’m sorry this is your gift and I can’t stop crying.” You let out a wet laugh. “Gods, the amount of times your mother teased me for crying.” You sniffed.

“My mother?” He froze.

“I went and visited her a lot these past few months. She taught me how to sew. We had lots of tea and talked about you.” You teased. “I loved seeing her so much.” You whispered.

His heart was bursting. You spent time with his mother, his mother who you loved to see.

“Baby, this is beautiful. You’re so talented.” He kissed your forehead. “I can’t believe you made me a baby blanket. Thank you.”

He never even thought that he’d want one. Now, the only way anybody would get it out of his hands would be if he were dead.

“Where did you find this fabric?” He asked. It was beautiful. As if the night sky itself was woven into it. And so soft on his skin.

“Rhys’ mother.” You sniffed again.

He snapped his head to you, confused. You smiled. “I asked Rhys if there was any fabric left from her. Then I actually embroidered your mothers signature in the corner, with her guidance. So,” You shrugged. “It’s from all three of us.”

“The three most important women in my life.” He murmured.

He brought you into a kiss that told a thousand words. “Thank you.” His voice broke off. “I can’t even begin to think of how to repay this.”

“That’s the thing Az. You don't have to. I’m your wife, I am honored to give you something so special.” You whispered, clutching his face.

“You didn’t just give it. You made it. You make me so happy, my love.” He brought you in for another kiss.

After that night, you kept catching him snuggling the blanket. He wouldn’t travel with it, it was his prized possession. It never left your house. All your family knew about it was that you made him a blanket.

Then, for away missions. You made him a travel size one.

Then for his birthday. A tinier matching one. Only with your signature in the corner opposite his mothers.

And, an embroidered baby footprint.

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irisintheafterglow · 5 months ago

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...said you like my eyes (and you like to make 'em roll)

summary: you marry hoshina soshiro. it's just a business deal...right?

wc: 1.2k

cw/tags: implied fem!reader, explicit language, marriage of convenience, childhood friends to rivals to lovers, pining but he's SO mad about it, tension breaking and a lil steamy towards the end (but nothing explicit), intentional lowercase (i didn't mean for it to be this long but here we are)

note: hello iris nation today i offer you hoshina brain rot because this bowl cut bastard has been nothing but the forefront of my mind for the past week. hope you enjoy LOL

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

"oi." a small bubble mailer is unceremoniously tossed onto your desk and you don't bother looking up at who threw it. "wear that."

"hello to you too, vice-captain. what a lovely day it is!" you remark without pulling your pen from the document you were signing, your voice mockingly sweet. he can't stand you. "oh, i'm doing well," you continue with the imagined conversation, "just doing paperwork and wondering what my wonderful fake husband is up to."

"careful how loud you say that," he warns through gritted teeth, "or you put both of our jobs in jeopardy."

"i'm aware, hoshina." you sigh, finally looking up from your paperwork at the package in front of you. "trust me, i'm not trying to mess this thing up just as much as you are," you reassure him before dropping your voice to a nearly imperceptible volume. "as difficult as you make it, sometimes." you catch the muscle in his jaw clench and smile inwardly at your victory in making him tick.

"just open that and put it on. i have work to do." you frown, gesturing at the stack of papers that appeared on your desk that morning and were nowhere close to being finished.

"and you don't think i don't?"

"open the damn package."

"what do you say first?" you smile at him condescendingly and watch his frown become deeper. rolling his eyes, he pushes the mailer closer to you before muttering a quiet, "please." you reluctantly open the package, dropping the small gold circle inside into your palm. it's a testament to your working and romantic relationship with hoshina that your first reaction is to snort. "what the hell is this?"

"we're married, aren't we?" he scowls, annoyance overtaking his typically-amused face. "might as well look the part."

"how thoughtful of you," you say with no inkling of gratitude, slipping the ring into its proper spot on your left hand. "huh. perfect fit."

"that's a surprise," he mutters and you narrow your eyes, suspicious of what he meant by that. "i mean that i bought it off a discount site, not that i thought the ring wouldn't fit on your finger or something," he quickly corrects, his unhappiness and irritation clear.

"you got me a wedding ring off a discount site?" you bark out a laugh and admire the shining band in the light. "is this even real gold or is it painted plastic?"

"don't know. didn't bother looking," he mumbles and you gape at him and his pure level of indifference. "just wear that so no one gets suspicious about us."

"what about you?" he fishes under the collar of his suit to reveal a similar ring dangling at the end of a small chain. "aw, maybe you can give that one to your real wife one day. maybe she'll be stupid enough to believe it's real." he scoffs, turning to leave.

"i don't need another wife; i already have my hands full with you."

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"they won't think twice if it's us marrying each other. not when they look at both of our histories," he explained to you on an off-base excursion, away from prying eyes and recording cameras.

"what's in it for you?" you take another sip from your drink, something you forced hoshina to buy for you for making you travel so far off base. it was like you were kids again, sparring with tree branches in the afternoon and spending all your money on sugary drinks. "isn't it bad to be making attachments, especially ones in the defense force itself?" he shrugs, calmer than you'd ever seen him since you were transferred to the third division. you remember the first time he saw you on base, immediately ordering you to run laps for some made-up reason. so much for childhood best friends turning into kaiju-fighting partners, you thought to yourself.

"people will stop asking me to use my benefits on them, for one," he says. "it'll also stop the brass from bothering me about next-of-kin type stuff."

"oh, so you want me to deal with the repercussions if you die? how thoughtful," you deadpan. "and in exchange, i get more benefits too?" he nods, refusing to look at you. come to think of it, you'd only faced him head on when you first arrived on base. shaking your head, you ask hoshina a question that'd been lingering your mind since you first saw him after he left to join the defense force. "why is this the most you've spoken to me since i transferred? what happened to growing up together and joining and-"

"questions like that have no place in this arrangement," he cuts in, a shadow casting over his eyes that you couldn't read. "so don't ask them." you huff through your nose before deciding not to press the subject further.

"strictly transactional, right?" you murmur, the barest hint of sadness detectable in your voice.

"strictly transactional," he affirms.

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"mmm, now what happened to 'this is strictly transactional,' husband?" you smirk against his lips, his hands desperately roaming anywhere he can reach on your body.

"shut the hell up." after months of avoiding you and willing the ache in his lungs to subside, something in him had begun to bend when he saw what you were wearing to the defense force banquet. whatever it was completely snapped when you brushed your hand against the bicep of some nobody from another division. the interaction made his vision bleed scarlet and it took all his energy to remain cordial as he all but dragged you out of the ballroom.

"ask nicely and maybe i'll think about it," you murmur.

"shut the hell up, please," he rasps, breathless from kissing you in a dark, quiet back hallway of the banquet hall.

"kiss me harder and i will," you counter and he just laughs, pinning you back against the wall. one of his hands runs up and down the side of your thigh, the other holding you close by the back of your neck. "what's gotten into you? not that i'm complaining, but-"

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" hoshina can barely breathe, every single one of his senses overtaken by you. your perfume, your skin, your eyes, your lips. he was sinking into an indulgence that he'd never allowed himself to have, and it was intoxicating.

"i think i can make several educated guesses." he rolls his eyes but is barely able to stay away from you and your smart mouth. "but really," you say, gently pushing him away and you swear you hear him groan in frustration. "what's going on, soshiro?" soshiro. he liked it when you said his name.

"i'm done pretending that i don't care about you anymore," he admits, his face burning from adrenaline and embarrassment. "i'm fucking sick of acting like you don't matter to me." you blink at him as his eyes burn molten-red.

"why did you act like i was a burden?" your voice cracks and something in hoshina's chest wrings. "why were you so mean for so long?"

"i was hoping i could scare you away," he replies guiltily after a tense moment. "i was hoping that, if i was mean to you...you would leave the force and you wouldn't get hurt. i just wanted you to be safe. all i ever wanted was for you to be safe."

"and you thought marrying me to get your benefits would keep me safe?"

"i've had better ideas," he concedes and you crack a smile. he mirrors your grin, kissing you sweetly. "can i make it up to you?" his hands travel more dangerously over your exposed skin, sending shudders down your body. "i promise i can...make amends to your liking." you hum, tugging him out of the nearest exit.

"i think that can be arranged."

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rinawantstosleep · 3 days ago

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"I don't like your stupid, white hair."

"And I don't like your boring, brown hair, buddy."

"W-well... well, I don't like your ugly, doo-doo face!"

"Your mama does."

The two could go bickering like this for hours on end if you let them. What may seem to be a mutually digressive arrangement is actually an oddly adorable bonding in disguise. Satoru and your son put on a front of being annoyed at the other's presence, but you've never seen them apart for longer than a few minutes at a time. They've grown on each other; much like how moss grows on a statue that's been lingering out in the open. An indispensable cycle of life that's truly inevitable.

"No, she doesn't! She doesn't! She likes... sof- sofis... sofistogated guys."

"You mean sophisticated?"

"Shut up!"

You'd been terrified that your little one wouldn't have a father-figure to rely on anymore after you divorced your husband. However, it was something you had to do for his sake. The child deserved to live in an environment that wasn't always reeking of alcohol, where he wasn't subjected to the constant, drunk yelling of a pathetic excuse of a father who couldn't get his shit together and lazed around at home all day while you did all the work. If that meant that you'd have to raise him on his own, then so be it. At least he'd be raised properly. Signing those papers was, by far, the easiest decision you'd ever made.

"I'm not shutting up because a kid in clothes too big for him is telling me to."

"You... you're the one always wearing tight clothes around the house to impress my mama."

"No, that's because I'm ripped. Gotta show off what I've got. And your mama loves that."

"Oh, yeah? That means you show off your... your - um... ugly, doo-doo face!"

Would you regard it a miracle that Satoru just so happened to stumble into your life around that very time? Well, relatively. Meeting him wasn't something you'd planned, nor anticipated. The kind stranger who offered to pay for your order at a café a year ago has somehow, thanks to quite a romantic sequence of events, turned into your boyfriend; a rock to lean on for when you need the support. And, also, someone that your little one can look up to (with the fun, bonus benefit of the pair getting into silly, childish quarrels nine times out of ten). What is Satoru if not a three-hundred-and-thirty-six-month-old toddler, too? Puts your five-year-old to utter shame with the way he acts.

"Enough. Baby, we've been over this before. Behave."

"But, mama, he's being a meanie!" "But, babe, he's acting all pretentious."

The responses come simultaneously: one is high pitched and whiny, and the other is your son. Sometimes, you have to pause and ask yourself how you haven't gone insane yet. It's the love that keeps you from falling apart. How could you ever harbor any other feeling for these two, except for wanting to cherish them? You just... need to work on a pet name that doesn't apply to the both of them at once.

"I don't want to hear it. Sweetie, finish your lunch. And, Satoru?"

"Yes, honey-who-loves-me-and-my-'ugly, doo-doo'-face?" He's smirking, snickering, while saying this, the sly bastard. When will the pair ever relent on trying to one-up the other?

"Why have you got one of my hair ties on your wris- never mind. Don't forget to change the sheets in our room. I'd do it myself if not for the meeting I need to get to in an hour."

"Yes, ma'am."

Cue a tiny gasp.

"But, mama..." The voice of your little one breaks the peaceful silence at the dining table once again. His legs start kicking back and forth - a sign that he's growing restless - from the chair they're dangling off of. He's got a protest already forming up in that head of his. "Toru said he'd take me to the skate park today. And he promised to get ice cream after."

Toru, huh? That's new. You can't help the smile that paints itself on your lips. The two have been getting along pretty well, it seems, contrary to all the bickering they do. That's always nice to know. It's amusing to see the dynamic they've built. One second, they're riling each other up to no end, the next, they've already formed a secret alliance to go out and have fun together. How cute. "Is that so?"

"Mhm! So that means we need to leave riiight after I finish my lunch. Don't get mad, okay?"

It's the small things like these that warm your heart. Some sacrifices can be made if it's in regards to this adorable (step, even though you haven't married Satoru yet)father-son moment. The sheets are insignificant right now. "Awwh. Of course I won't get mad, baby. It's good for you to want to spend more time with Satoru. Isn't he a fun guy?"

"... maybe."

. . .

"Just make sure he's safe out there. Helmet and gear on at all times, no big ramps. And don't let him eat too much sugar. He'll get hyper. Once the rush dies down, he'll get cranky -"

Satoru's arm wraps around your waist before you can finish your sentence, pulling you overwhelmingly close to his frame. Instinctively, your arms move to wrap around his neck, just the way Satoru likes it. Oh, how he wants to just throw everything else out the window and drag you to the nearest room with a lock in place.

"You -" A quick peck to your lips, followed by a nibble on your bottom lip. "- worry -" Another peck. "- too -" Another. "- much." Then, an unexpected bite on the shell of your right ear. "I'd never allow myself to let that little demon get hurt; or hyper."

Large hands wander across the curve of your back, resting firm on your butt. Satoru doesn't want to expose your son to the way he's squeezing your plush flesh with his long digits, so he shifts to have your back pressed against the wall. A perfect opportunity to kiss you - which the man can't help but seize. What else is a smitten boyfriend to do while waiting for your son to get ready and come down from his room upstairs? Lips against lips until one of you pulls away for air. "He's safe with me, okay?"

"Okay."

"Atta girl. Now, you go that meeting of yours. And, tonight, after we both get back- oww."

"Groooss! Don't kiss my mama, or you'll make her ugly! Like youuu!"

"Baby, no. Don't kick Satoru's ankles-"

"I'm saving you, mama."

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ladykailitha · 7 months ago

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Sweet Home Indiana Part 3

Shit! I can't believe I forgot to post this this morning! I don't know where my head was, honestly.

I'm reaching a point where I'm running out of plot so I don't think this story is going to be longer than 10 chapters max. A lot of the second half of the movie takes place over months as the main character gets ready to marry the rich bachelor, only for her to find out that her husband signed the divorce papers and she forgot ON HER WEDDING DAY (as in she was informed on her wedding day that she forgot). Which really won't work for this story.

So yeah, I suspect to be finished with this story sooner rather than later.

Eddie does have to do a lot of grovelling but he unfortunately gets worse before he gets better. He's really REALLY dumb in this, okay?

Part 1 Part 2

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Eddie watched Steve walk away and he gently put the brownie back into the box.

Fuck.

His stomach churned as he swallowed down the bite in his mouth. He had forgotten so much about the man he once swore to love until the end of his days. But he remembered that look of absolute betrayal before the mask dropped.

So Eddie did what he was good at when times got tough, he ran. He was supposed to have been trying to convince Steve to come with him, but he had fucked it up so badly there was no coming back from that.

The worst part is that there had been a few times in the last decade where Eddie could have healed what was between them, that he could have reached out and gotten back in touch. But Eddie had ran each time.

He wouldn’t say each time ended in a rushed marriage, but two of them definitely did.

Eddie would think about reaching out only to hear about how well Steve was doing from Dustin or Max and how happy he was and Eddie would run out a marry the first guy who would fuck him.

The other times he would think about contacting Steve and some small trouble (or not so small in the case of his band breaking up) would crop up and he be scrambling to keep his head above water.

Steve was thriving here in Hawkins and wasn’t that just a kick to the head. He had a little bakery that was doing well, Robin was here, and if all the times the kids called Eddie were any indication, Steve was still on speaking terms with all of them.

He needed a fucking drink. He didn’t care that it was only a little after noon, he needed to turn off his brain. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the bakery.

“I thought I recognized the van,” a warm voice said. “Were you gonna tell me you were in town?”

Eddie looked around before he spotted his Uncle Wayne, leaning up against the side of the building.

“Wayne!” he cried and threw his arms around his neck.

Wayne hugged him back. “It’s good to see you kid.”

“Of course I was going to tell you I was in town,” Eddie scoffed. “I was just trying to take care of something first.”

Wayne looked behind him at the bakery and raised an eyebrow. “You coming back to make an honest man out him or are you setting to break his heart?”

“Why are you on his side?” Eddie whined. “Yes, I said some pretty stupid shit, but he wasn’t blameless in all the fuckery that went down.”

Wayne’s expression softened. “I know.” He put his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Come on, I’ll buy you lunch and we can talk about why you’re in town.”

“Mmk,” Eddie said weakly, letting Wayne lead him down the street to the nearby diner.

****

Steve was hyperventilating. He couldn’t do this. He wasn’t strong enough. Eddie Munson was the biggest asshole in the world and he still looked like sex on legs.

That funny little lopping walk he did when he wanted to move fast but didn’t want to run.

The long hair in waves around his face. His lean body stuffed into the tightest pair of jeans Steve had ever seen and he used to wear tight jeans for fuck’s sake. The god damn eyeliner on his big doe eyes.

And peaking out of the leather jacket were even more tattoos. Which it made sense considering he was some hot shot tattoo artist up in Seattle. But still! It wasn’t fair that the man who broke his heart wasn’t fat and balding at thirty. Nooooo...he had to come back to blue his balls as well as break his heart.

“Do I need to break his balls?” Robin asked coming back from the freezer. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared. Not at Steve specifically, but glared at the situation in general.

Steve gave a kind of hiccuping laugh and his lungs filled with the air he desperately needed.

“No,” he said with a broken smile. “I handled it. I’m just going to send it to Hal to make sure he’s not trying to take me to the cleaners or some other bullshit.”

Robin nodded. Hal Peterson was their business attorney, but he’d know enough to make sure Steve wasn’t being shafted by the whole ordeal.

“So what’s got you around the twist?” she asked.

“He looks hotter now than he did before he left,” Steve whined. “He’s supposed to balding and fat and falling apart at the seams. But no...he’s leaner, still with those long ridiculous curls, and better put together than I was.” He waved a hand at himself. His hair was greasy from standing around a hot oven, his hands and apron were covered in flour, he had frosting on his nose.

Robin came over and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and he let out a little sob.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” she murmured. “Are you going to be okay?”

He let out a shuddering sigh. “Probably not until he blows out of town again.”

Robin kissed the top of his head. “Let’s go out to the Hideout tonight. The shop will be fine. We handled today, we can handle tomorrow, too.”

Steve let out a shuddering sigh and nodded into her stomach.

“Good,” she stepped back and cupped his cheeks. “I know this sucks but you are the strongest, most capable person I’ve ever met. A weaker man would crumble under all this, but that person is not you. You understand me?”

He let out another shuddering sigh. “Thanks, Robs. I needed that.”

“I know you did, dingus,” she said fondly. “So lets knock today out of the ballpark, yeah?”

“Yeah!”

****

“I was hoping,” Eddie was telling Wayne, “that I could roll into town, get him to sign the divorce papers, and spend the rest of the week with you. But no, he’s being a stubborn ass.”

Wayne snorted. “You always did aim too high.”

“I thought he’d want to be rid of me,” Eddie huffed. “I’ve done nothing but run around all over this god forsaken country just to put some distance between me and him. I’ve hurt him in every possible way. I thought he was just wanting closure you know, calling me into town like he did.”

Wayne furrowed his brow. “He called you into to town?”

Eddie nodded and placed his chin on his hands on the table. “I was a bit of an ass about it because I didn’t explain things to Chrissy, but yeah. He told me that if I wanted to divorce him so bad, I’d have to come back to Hawkins and do the job proper.”

The waitress came set Wayne’s food down and Eddie sat up so she could do the same for him.

Wayne waited until she was gone before he turned back to Eddie. “When you told me you were marrying Chrissy, I was more than a little surprised.”

Eddie rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms. “I know. I have my reasons, I just can’t tell you yet. But I promise it’s for a good reason.”

“He’s done really well for himself here,” Wayne said softly.

“And I haven’t?” Eddie spat out a tad too bitterly.

Wayne scowled. “Did I say you hadn’t, boy?” he snapped.

Eddie’s head reared back from the shock of his normally mild mannered uncle to snap at him. He shook his head, his lip beginning to quiver.

“I’m on your side,” Wayne said, to Eddie’s scoff. “I know I keep hyping up Steve, but I remember what you two were like when things were good, son. You were incandescent. But I look at you now and that sparkle has gone. I want to be happy for you, but first you’ve got to show me that you’re happy for yourself.”

“You don’t think I’m happy?” Eddie asked in confusion. “I have my own tattoo shop, I’m going to marry a great girl, and I’m still friends with most of the members of my band. What’s not to be happy about?”

Wayne shrugged. “You tell me.”

Eddie frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, old man.”

Wayne dug his thumbs into his belt and licked his top lip nice and slow. Eddie ignored him and just stabbed at his food.

“Kiddo,” Wayne said, shaking his head, “you’re still in love with that boy even with these ten years gone.” His chin jutted up to point to Eddie’s food.

Eddie froze with his fork half way to his mouth and then looked down at his plate. It took him a full minute to realize what Wayne was talking about.

“Oh.”

He had ordered the breakfast platter. It had hash browns, scrambled eggs, ham, bacon, and sausage with a side of chocolate chip pancakes. But Eddie didn’t like hash browns or sausage. He would give them to Steve who did.

He thought about the little box that was sat next to him on the bench and the brownie Steve had concocted for him so long ago.

Eddie swallowed thickly, his stomach turning sour as he stared at the hash browns and sausage he was never going to eat.

“Eat up,” Wayne said with a soft smile. “You don’t want it to go to waste.” He scooped up the hash browns and put them on his plate and then stabbed both sausage.

He dipped the first sausage into his over easy eggs, ignoring Eddie’s turmoil. At least for the moment.

Eddie brought the fork all the way to his mouth and chewed, not really tasting it.

He ate through most of the food that way, until it came to the pancakes. He moaned happily.

“Seattle just doesn’t make pancakes the way Benny does,” he said softly.

Wayne’s smile was no less tender this time, but infinitely more fond. “You could always come back to Hawkins. You can set up a tattoo shop anywhere, so why not here?”

Eddie shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that to Steve. Divorce his ass and then move back into town with Chrissy in tow, shoving it in his face that I moved on.”

“I can see that,” Wayne murmured. “I just miss my boy is all and would love to see you more often than I get.”

Eddie took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I know you do. And I would like you to meet Chrissy before the wedding.”

“I’d like that too.”

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esmedelacroix · 11 months ago

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13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear. I also hate this and will probably rewrite though.

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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aki-shun · 10 months ago

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Concubine Of The Red King [M!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts]

This may be the last request I write under my old system. New rules and lists will be arranged in the pinned post.

First This post was created by request.

Requester: @delightfulcupquakequeen

TW: Omegaverse, mpreg, there's a lot of time skips

You had tiring and busy days as Riddle's husband and the other king(?) of the country. Fortunately, Riddle kept you away from matters like politics and heavy management so that you wouldn't have too much trouble, and included you in the palace and some internal affairs that even you could handle.

These duties also include palace soldiers and servants. And these two cute idiots you follow. Ace and Deuce were among the new employees who came to the palace as guards under Cater, one of The Left Wing Guards.

And those two idiots might have made Riddle a little angry. By eating some tart. Oh, the expressions on those two's faces when they appeared in front of Riddle looked so innocent and stupid that you asked your husband to forgive those two.

You go behind the chair where Riddle is sitting and hug him from behind. In return, he kisses your hands and arms around his neck.

Is there something wrong, Riddle? [N] Those two fools drank coffee at afternoon tea time. It's tea time! [R] Ohh, honey, but those two were on night duty last night and had to stay on day duty today too. I'm sure it's to relieve their insomnia. [N]

They could also drink tea, why that dark bitter stuff..! [R] Maybe that's why coffee is said to be good for insomnia. gigles [N]

Hah, you always find something to defend these two. [R]

You've heard of the heat of Omegas or the heat of Alphas, right? For some reason, the nights were very noisy at that time :)

Now let's look at what we have: an out-of-control Riddle, a Trey trying to calm his King down, Cater finding himself in this situation when he comes to pick up his two idiot soldiers, two idiots who are excited to be so-called 'uncles'. Good luck.

No matter how much you like it when your strawberry man is fussing over you, this is only the 4th day of this poor pathetic panic and you're not sure if you can handle it for the whole pregnancy.

Riddle, can you give me back my papers? I can't do my job. [N]

You need to stop doing your work and lie down. If there is one thing you have to do, it is to rest..! [R]

What are you reading? [N] … Political science. Anyway, forget the book. Did you like the tart? Trey's mother made it for you. [R] Of course, his mother's hand is delicious as always. Here, have a slice. [N] No, it's yours and your baby's. [R] Riddle is just a slice. I don't think I could finish a whole tart. [N] No way, that's your- [R] Riddle, my dear, or do you want to upset me? [N] WHA- Just a slice. All the rest is yours. [R] Eat.it.all. [N]

Honey, it's only 3 weeks old. And just a few papers and documents. [N]

But these will tire you..! [R] My dear, nothing like this will happen. [N]

But this book does not say that. Excessive stress can cause premature birth or worse, leave a diseased mark on the baby. [R] Didn't I forbid you those books? [N]

But- [R] Riddle, those books are almost 500 years old. Of course, some of them may be real, but there is a doctor in the palace. If something happens, we call him. [N]

You should be stress free. [R] Your stress is what makes me stressed. [N]

… I'm not stressed.. [R] Yes you are, oh Big Seven. If anyone were to see us, they'd think you're pregnant. Now give me this book- [N]

After 5 months

Riddle prevents you from talking to most people (Ace&Deuce). No, he's not a yandere. He's just trying to stop you from talking to people he thinks will stress you out. As your belly grew so much, his panic also grew. He came up with a name for the baby according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts. Don't think that you can now do the things that you were able to do by forcing him out of your hands at the beginning of your pregnancy. It is strictly prohibited. You need to eat healthy and properly and get healthy air in as peaceful an environment as possible. Also, do not look at fire or anything similar for a long period of time. He read that such things change the baby's physical characteristics. Yes, Riddle is still reading those old books.

You don't know if it's a good thing to use Riddle's fears to get some control, but at least some things are under control.

Riddle's ear is on your belly. He gently caresses your belly with his hands. Hearing and feeling his child's first kicks makes him feel something.

I think he gets a little excited in front of his father.

Just like the baby's kicks, you could hear the excited heartbeat of your husband, who had a face as red as his hair. Riddle relaxes as time passes and the doctor confirms that you and your baby are healthy. Of course, we should not forget Trey's share in this. Cater does this by keeping Ace and Deuce away from Riddle as much as possible. Still, Riddle grew a little tolerant of the pair.

I didn't know that the king could make such a face when he was embarrassed~. [T] Trey..! What are you doing here..! [R] I'm here for King [name]. I brought the things he asked for from the chef. [T] Hmm? What did you want from the chef, dear? [R]

...

…

Riddle tried and failed to impose a kitchen ban. Of course, he withdrew this decision after you threw all the books in his library at his head. He loves you, but please, when you crave those things, please crave them in places where he can't see you. He can beg for it.

Are you seriously going to eat that thing? [R] (Name who eats lemon peels with 3 types of chocolate on top plus curry and chili peppers as decoration) Why would I ask the cook for something I won't eat?? [N] .. Doesn't look very healthy [R] Riddle, My Dear, nothing is too healthy. Besides, it's not me, it's the baby who wants this :( [N]

When that thing is born, it will learn from me personally what it needs to eat. [R] You're being rude >:( [N] I am not. [R] … [N] Ughmm I mean- [R] Do you think bell peppers stuffed with peanut butter and cheese and topped with plum marmalade are delicious? [N] …….. I- [R] TREYY I WAN- I MEAN BABY WANTS SOMETHING [N] You won't eat that thing >:( I don't want to lose my precious ones that are and will be. [R]

Of course, there are many difficult parts of pregnancy and some things are difficult for some people that they still can't get over… That's why we're skipping those parts because that's how this AU works :) (while looking at these topics on the internet, just in my mind it was like 'Why do you still want children despite this?!' So thank your mothers or omega fathers for having the courage to give birth to you, or not, I don't know)

*3.27 a.m.

Riddle..riddle.. [N] Wakes up Hah, did something happen?! [R] No, you didn't just say goodnight to me before going to sleep :) [N] Oh I'm sorry, good night my strawberry garden. Yawn [R] My water just broke :) [N] So good night…….WHAT?! [R]

The entire palace was awakened by the sound of Riddle running and screaming. You may have suffered from physical and partly mental problems of pregnancy, but this man suffered not only the mental problems of pregnancy, but also mental problems that were not in the pregnancy mental. These loads are too big for his body 😔

Just the facts, labor was painful. Don't expect anything, but if you keep pulling your husband's hair to ease your pain, your baby will have a bald father when he is born. Instead there's Ace and Deuce, pull theirs, Riddle thought, but then he knew he had to take on that role as a wife here so he didn't mind hanging on and going bald.

This is a girl, your majesty. [Nurse]

Hey, a light from the sky hits Riddle's head, what is this? Ooohh this is a 'Daughter Dad Personality Overload'. This is valid for all fathers. If your father is not one of them, the internet was probably cut off during the installation. Sorry :(

Ohm OHm anyway

This is my daughter.. I have a daughter. [R] Our daughter, we have a daughter. [N] Yes, yes it is. [R] … He looks like a red pepper, just like his father. [A] Ace! You're just insulting his majesty, just say she's little as his father! [D] Who let these two idiots in, they woke up the baby! [R] I think they woke up to your shouting.. [C] Did you say something Cater??! [R] I didn't even open my mouth.. Whatever he said, Trey said. [C] …. Really..? [T] It really looks like red pepper. [N] Dear, you to? :( [R]

And they left. And she came .. 🙄

I see that I am the last one to be informed about the birth of my grandchild. [R.M.]

Mother-in-law.. Good luck.

Riddle give me my grandchild. [R.M.] Uhm okay mom. [R] Your Majesty, do not forget what I used to be. [R.M.] Well..your majesty. [R] Hmm, what's its name? [R.M.] Rose, your majesty. [R] Hah, it's like a villager's name. Her name will be Garnet 6. Elizabeth Riddle Risel Brizar Gisel 5. Mary. [R.M.]

Your majesty, I think your grandson urinated on you. Most likely it means a NO to the name you gave it :) [N]

….

drip drip drip

As they say, the daughter attracts the father. The baby may apparently be riddle 2.0. But you shot that thing for 9 months. Of course she will look like you.

If you don't like this article, that's not my problem, okay? I was traumatized by the pregnancy video I watched. I need therapy.

And I hate her(the short kings mom)

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serenefreakgeekao3 · 2 years ago

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Chocolate and Pining

Jim Halpert x GN!Reader PART TWO [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Summary: Something’s up with Michael- you haven’t seen hide nor tail of him for a whole week. To top that off, Pam’s insistent flirting is starting to officially get to you. What happens when you confront her with the truth?

Warnings: Mentions of a concussion (brief), Confronting someone, Intrusive thoughts (minor)

You were currently sitting at your desk earlier than usual, typing on your computer with a concentrated look. Few people were in the office so far- being, Dwight, Angela, Phyllis, and surprisingly Kelly in the kitchen brewing the first pot of coffee. You weren't usually this early, but you had a strong sneaking suspicion and as you checked through your calendar, Michael's calendar- anything you could find- your face just became more distressed.

You pulled out your red notepad labelled 'Michael's Meetings' and started flipping through it to the latest note written, reading through and working backwards. The camera watched your frantic actions, though no one else in the office seemed to care.

With a loud yawn, Jim walked through the office doors, raising his eyebrows at spotting you sitting in your seat already. "G'mornin'," Jim mumbled, tapping your desk lightly as he passed. You looked up quickly, straightening and shooting a 'Psst!' over at him. He furrowed his brow and dropped his bag on his desk before wandering back to the reception area and leaning against your own. "What's up Y/L/N?"

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting?"

Jim looked confused, tilting his head with a quiet, "Huh?" You just started flipping through your papers again, sighing.

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting or had us play a silly game for some stupid reason- or even tried to pull a prank?" You glanced back up at him, furrowing your brow, "When did he last say 'That's what she said’?"

Jim has now begun to look worried, slumping lower on the desk. "Oh- uhh." He seemed to think, shaking his head, "I mean he congratulated me on my jello prank- last week?" He hummed, meeting your gaze. "I see why you're worried."

"Yeah, this is completely unlike him!" You whisper-yelled, shaking your head. "An entire week of no meetings called randomly, no obnoxious pranks- he didn't even have actual work scheduled. It's like he's just sitting in his office with the blinds drawn twiddling his thumbs!" You threw your hands up at this, continuing, "Now either something is very wrong with him, or..."

"Or?" Jim smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Or he's planning something! The last two times he was quiet for this long was one, when he had gotten a 'secret' girlfriend that ended up using him to cheat on her husband, and two-"

"When he was planning his self-proclaimed 'Ultimate Prank'?" Jim finished, straightening up and glancing around the office, worried.

"Exactly." You dropped your notebook onto the table with a 'plop,' leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "And I'm willing to bet this is 'Ultimate Prank number 2.'" —

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You and Jim sat side by side in the conference room, looking both exasperated and worried at the same time. "So the 'Ultimate Prank' that Michael pulled actually happened only a few weeks after I first started here," You began, sighing and glancing at Jim.

"Yeah, I honestly didn't expect them to come back the next day, they weren't exactly used to Michael's antics just yet," Jim stated with a shrug.

"I almost didn't," You mumbled, lifting your thumb to bite at your nail as Jim continued.

"His so-called 'Ultimate Prank'," said with air quotes, "Was when he decided he needed to one-up everyone in the office. He found these heavy-duty buzzers- I don't even know where he got them- but he placed one under every desk in the office. It was right at noon that he decided to turn the remote up to full blast. Every desk in the office began shaking violently."

"He had tried to put one under my desk but since mine is connected to the floor, all it did was shake everything on the top of my desk." You cheekily input, chuckling lightly.

"It was chaos immediately. Someone yelled 'earthquake' and half the people in the office tried to duck under their desks. The other half jumped up and tried to back away from them, realising it was only the desks that were shaking." Jim looked back at you, his head shaking.

"It only went on for about a minute, but it felt like time-stretched. Meredith ended up one of the ones under the desk, and it had hit her in the head so hard she ended up with a concussion. The desks kept shaking, moving across the floor, and eventually-"

"All of our paperwork, all of our phones and computers- bam! Crashed onto the floor." Jim interrupted, throwing his hands down as if to mimic them all crashing. You chuckle lowly, shaking your head.

"I was sure Michael was going to be fired after that." You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. "But as Oscar ran the numbers, we had enough spare money in our budget to replace every computer that broke. It was Michael's saving grace."

"I don't think," Jim tapped his chin, turning toward you, "Was corporate ever told about the incident?"

"I mean, I didn't tell. And I doubt Michael would've risked it. You know his saying, 'What happens at the Scranton branch,"

"Stays at the Scranton Branch," You both finished, and you giggle softly and look away.

— "What do you think the prank might be?" Jim questioned. They were back at the desk in the morning as if continuing where they left off.

"I'm more worried about the repercussions. There could be a fire, more medical bills-" You huffed, shaking your head. You both were quiet for a second before Jim glanced around the office quickly, leaning in closer and whispering to you.

"Has Michael come in yet?" You shook your head in response and Jim tapped your desk twice before waving for you to follow him. Jumping up quickly, you round the desk and follow Jim to the door of Michael's office.

"Are you sure we should do this?"

"Do you want to minimize the destruction this will definitely cause?" Jim whispered back, giving you expectant eyes. "Besides, it's not like he'd ever fire us." You only shrugged in response, unable to argue either point. Jim nodded, and with the both of you in agreement, he pushed open the door. You enter quickly after him, closing the door quietly behind yourself. "Okay, you look at any papers he may have written on, I'll check his computer."

You nod at his plan before rushing behind his desk. Jim was booting up the computer as you started flipping through loose pages on his desk, opening drawers and looking for anything that may be of interest. As Jim logs into Michael's computer, you find a small post-it note and pull it up.

Ideas for Pranks: Freeze office for ice rink Fill everyone's desk FULL of jello Fake emergency Create Real emergency?? (this item on the list is crossed out) Fake retirement ------ TODD (circled)

"Jim," You began, lifting the post-it note out of the drawer and holding it in front of him. You both read it before you glanced at him with a head tilt. "Who is Todd?" The look on Jim's face almost scared you before he answered.

"Todd Packer. An old coworker of Michael's." He huffed, shaking his head. "Think of how bad Michael was when you first met him, but times that by three and add an extra dose of pervert." You shuddered at the thought, placing the note down to continue looking, seeing if there was any other evidence you could find.

"Oh hey, I found some emails with Todd. They look recent." You leaned over without thought, hovering close to Jim as you read the back and forth between them.

Michael: Hey big man! Toady Toddy!! What say we meet up this Friday? I'm planning this HUGE prank and I want you to be there!! We gotta plan together! Todd: Oh a prank?? Count me in! I'll bring the cupcakes, you bring the camera! Michael: Wow man! That sounds great and all but I didn't want to repeat a prank, I have this whole new one planned! It includes you! Todd: Well if it includes me then I'm gonna bring what I want. Just remember not to eat them unless you want a good time ;D

"Do you know what prank they're referencing?" You ask, looking over toward Jim and finally realizing just how close your face was to him. Jim kept scanning the words as if they would give any further clue before turning his head slightly toward you, finally locking eyes. You watched his eyes widen slightly before returning to normal as if realizing the proximity. You also happened to notice his pupils grow slightly, and the so-quick-it-almost-didn't-happen glance to your lips then back to their eyes. You cleared your throat, straightening up and backing away from the shared proximity, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"The," Jim hesitated, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the screen, "The cupcake one? No. But it certainly sounds like we shouldn't eat them."

"Yeah," You huffed, crossing your arms, "But good luck telling the office that. They'd never refuse a cupcake without proof."

"I mean," Jim shrugged, straightening up and somehow ending up in close proximity to you again, "Aren't these emails proof enough? We can forward them to everyone."

"Yeah, but if we tell everyone right now- spoil Michael's big prank- what do you think will happen? Whatever urged him to start this is gonna make him want to plan something else. And be even more secretive about it since he'd know we're onto him."

Jim sighs in response, nodding along and looking down at the post-it note on the desk. "And whatever he plans after this will make these look like child's play."

"Exactly. We just now need to figure out both what Michael plans to do, and what Todd plans to do." You huff, crossing your arms. "Go ahead and forward it to our emails, at least, so we have proof later if we need it."

"Already on it, Y/N/N." Jim sent a smirk over his shoulder before clicking a few more emails, continuing his search. You really couldn't help the secret smile that stretched across your face, turning and beginning a search through the filing cabinets. After another little bit of searching, you ended up pulling out a printed receipt, scanning it.

"This looks like Michael ordered a-" You hesitated, moving closer to Jim, "A bouncy castle? To arrive on the 16th-" You bring up your phone, check the date and sigh, "So, next week."

"On the same day that you happen to have a one-year anniversary?" Jim asks, raising an eyebrow at you before turning toward the computer again. "We're looking for things related to the prank, not your big surprise party."

"Yeah, well, what if this is the prank?" You continued to scan the page as Jim turned toward you with a distressed look. "What if Michael just uses the day as an excuse to start his prank?"

"Y/N," Jim began placing his hands on your elbows and ducking his head to lock eyes with you, "Your anniversary is about you. I doubt Michael would take that away from you."

"A bouncy castle? For me?" You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at Jim, shaking your head. "I'd receive a party thrown by the planning committee if anything- this is just Michael needing a distraction. A way to pull focus from something else."

"Michael, I have a favour to ask of you-"

"Not now Dwight, I just got in-"

Both you and Jim widen your eyes in surprise at the conversation heard in the doorway. You both turn, you were putting the few papers back where they had been and Jim began closing the tabs he had opened and started the shutdown process. You were at the door first, popping out quickly and leaving the door cracked.

Seeing Michael round the corner and realizing Jim still wasn't out of the room, you walked over and took Michael's arm, walking halfway around him so Michael spun, his back to his office door now. "Michael, I have some questions about the itinerary-" Michael scoffs loudly in response, waving his arms as Jim finally slips out of the office and closes it gently.

"I thought I told you! Don't plan any meetings with clients until I say you can, I just-"

"Is there something more important than our work, Michael?" You asked pointedly, raising your eyebrows toward him. Jim slipped quietly to his desk, sitting and starting up his own computer. Dwight, who now stood behind you after you intercepted and now still wanted to speak with Michael, glared over at Jim with suspicion.

"Work-" Michael hesitated, and you could tell it killed him to keep his secret, "This is work!" He shot a finger up, as if realizing a good lie to use, "Yes! Work, straight from corporate. You wouldn't have heard above it, it's above your pay grade."

"Yeah, Y/N, above your pay grade," Dwight parroted, circling around to stand in front of them with his arms crossed. “But not mine, since I’m Assistant Regional Manager.”

“Assistant to the Regional Manager. And yes, it’s even above your pay grade, Dwight.”

"Right, I'll just hold all meetings and calls then," You replied, nodding and backing away to your desk. As you finally sat, watching Michael and Dwight disappear into the former's office, you and Jim locked eyes once more, both with proud grins.

You sat and watched the giggles Pam threw at Jim, the longing looks from back from him. This was a common enough occurrence, but even so, you sighed, unable to keep it in. With Michael not letting you actually work there was nothing to distract you from it. You tried to scoot in closer to your PC, your Word document up and filled with half a chapter of your newest fan fiction, and you attempted to write another sentence. Halfway through, and another giggle later, you instead hastily grab your coffee cup and all but run to the kitchen.

Realizing no coffee was in the pot, you emptied the used coffee grounds and began the process of a new pot. After placing the water and pressing the start button, you hear the door open behind you and turn to see Pam entering with two cups in her hands. You took a deep breath- you’re still friends of course. You can't help the jealousy, and it's certainly not her fault.

"Hey, making a new pot?"

"That I am!" The reply seemed a little too cheerful, but Pam seemed to shrug it off, placing the two cups down as you both waited for the coffee to brew. It was quiet for roughly half a pot of coffee before Pam finally spoke up, quietly and carefully.

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

'No,' You thought to yourself, but with your next words sprung out almost against your will, "Actually, yes." You were thrown off completely. 'No. Do not say anything, this is what they want, this is what they do. You have no right-' "I just don't find it fair," You began, turning and leaning your hip against the counter. Pam smirked slightly, tilting her head. "It's not fair to Jim." At this, Pam's smile slowly fell away, until she continued in her quiet whisper.

"What's not fair to Jim?"

"The way you guys flirt. I know it's not my business," You threw your hands up in mock surrender, turning toward the almost full coffee pot, "But you're engaged. You have a wedding date set for next month. And you keep on flirting with him. It just-" You huff, shaking your head with an involuntarily concerned expression, "It seems like you're leading him on. And you have a fiance! Roy would be devastated if he heard anything that went on up here."

It was quiet until the pot finished brewing. You grabbed it to begin pouring into the three cups when you finally heard a soft, "Oh," From Pam. She waited until you set the pot back in the machine and turned to look at her before speaking again, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize you were in love with him."

You choked, sputtered, dropping the spoon you had picked up for the sugar. Pam easily reached over, taking the sugar container and spoon to finish the three coffees. Once you got your voice back, shaking your head, you quickly exclaimed, "What? No, that's- I don't- That's not why I said that!"

"I know you're not asking me to back off, Y/N. I'm not saying that." Your eyes met and Pam's held a sort of pity, "You're saying you want Jim to be happy, you're thinking long-term. And he can't be with me, which will upset him unless I let him down easy." Pam sighed softly, nodding, "I know this, I always have. If I'm honest I should've stopped flirting when the date was set. Before that, even. But-" Pam bit her lip, looking back up to you, "I didn't realize he had any suitors. That he had a chance."

"I-" You began, but the words were lost to you. You just shook your head before Pam held a hand up to stop you, finishing off with the creamer in the coffees meanwhile.

"Don't say anything. You don't have to deny it for my sake, I've seen how you looked at him before, I just never put it together." Pam washed the spoon, put it in the drainer, and then lifted her cup to her lips with both hands. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. I promise I won't make it awkward. And don't worry," Pam winked now, a small smile spreading, "I'm done now. The only flirting you'll catch me doing is with my husband."

Pam turned and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there and flustered. It took another minute of shaking your head and taking a few breaths before you reached for your coffee, noticing Jim's still sitting there. You grab both, pushing your way out of the kitchen and back into the office.

Jim wasn't sitting at his desk. You walked by, placing his mug on his desk and smiling softly- apologetically- toward Pam, before returning to your own desk. Rounding the corner, you finally found Jim. Kneeled down behind your desk, staring directly at your computer. At your word document. At the fanfiction- 'No!'

"Jim-!"

"You know," Jim began, turning to look at you with a smirk, "I was originally crouching back here to scare you. Pop up and say, ‘Boo!’" He laughed sweetly, and you had to put your coffee down from how much you were beginning to shake. "But I found something much better."

"Jim, I can explain-"

"You don't need to explain anything," Jim stood with a smile, walking closer and placing a hand on your elbow. "But why didn't you tell me you've read the books? Just wanted me to make a fool of myself telling you all those stories?"

"No, I haven't," You replied quickly, shaking your head. "I've just-" You hesitate, closing down the Word document quickly before taking Jim's wrist and practically running into the hallway for some privacy. "I haven't read them, I swear. But you sounded so passionate when you told me about it, I kind of- sort of- fell for the characters?"

Jim watched your almost pained expression trying to explain this to him, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So you're telling me you wrote all that, just from the stories I've been telling you about the book?"

"Yes," You huffed, defeated, "And I know they're probably nowhere near how the characters actually act-"

"It's completely how they act," Jim interrupted with a laugh, his smile never leaving, "And even if it wasn't, fanfiction isn't meant to be canon fiction. It's made by a fan, for their own purposes. You can have Sally learning to fly and it'd still be a fiction worth reading. Because you put your heart into it." There was a pause before Jim cleared his throat, shrugging, "Or, at least your time I mean. Put your time into it."

"So, you're not-" You hesitated, unsure of how to finish their sentence. Jim looked confused before withdrawing his hands, taking a step closer to you, crowding your space in a mirror to this morning.

"I don't think any less of you if that's your question. I'm not mad, I'm not going to make fun of you," Jim huffs a laugh, shrugging, "Honestly I'd love to read it. All of it, from the beginning."

You were shocked, breathing in deeply. Then you laughed, and couldn't stop laughing as Jim watched you, holding your elbow to keep you from falling over. You were surprised, having not expected this, and didn't exactly know what to do next.

"Alright, Halpert. I'll take you up on that- I guess."

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yelenasdiary · 2 years ago

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Different Kind of Love - Part II

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha cold ways start to warm up.

Dark Themes | Language Warning | Stalking | 2.5K |

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

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"Mommy do you have to go back to work?" Dylan pouted as you placed a bowl of cereal in front of him, giving his dark curls a little ruffle. "I do sweetheart, I have to make money so we can go to the zoo over next weekend" you replied, "the zoo?! Where all the big animals are?" His pout turned into a wide smile, "that's right baby, we're going to see lions and bears and elephants" you smiled as you sat beside him at the small round table in the middle of your kitchen with a coffee. "Even monkeys?!" Dylan asked, his mind racing with excitement, "even monkeys little man" you sipped your coffee. "Kate will be here shortly so eat up honey, she's taking you to the park today" you added.

Dylan didn't need to be told twice before he dug his spoon right into his honey cheerios, milk dripping from his chin. With Dylan not in pre-school yet it was important to have him interacting with other children so most days, Kate would take him down to the park that was only a few blocks from your apartment. There were some regular children that would spend the morning at the park and Dylan was always excited to go play with them and telling you all about it when you got home from work. Once Kate arrived, it was a quick hug and kiss to Dylan and you were out the door already waiting for the moment you could tuck Dylan in for the night.

"Oh good, you're here" Natasha greeted you as she rushed from the copying room back to her office. "Good morning" you smiled, "I need you in my office in 5 minutes" she replied with her eyes glued to the documents in her hand, "and for gods sake David, I need those reports on my desk before midday!" Natasha snapped as David stood from his desk, "don't look at me like I'm fucking stupid! Midday!" She added before slamming the door of her office shut. You weren't sure what was going on or why Natasha was already so worked up before 10am.

"Is everything okay Miss Romanova?" You kindly asked as you entered the office, closing the door carefully behind you. "I need to leave town for a few days, it's sudden but turns out you can't get a man to do fucking anything right!" She replied, "I need you to sit in on the Maximoff case. Husband wants custody, Wife wants an agreement, it's all in the file. Don't fuck it up! If the husband gets full custody, Wanda is going to go apeshit" Natasha looked up at you as you listened, slowly nodding as she went on. "Don't bother moving any of my meetings this week, you can sit in on them. Take notes, record them, I don't care. That stack of paper work needs to be signed, scanned and emailed. Make sure David has those fucking documents by midday, if he doesn't, fire him"

"Miss Romanova, I c-can't fire somebody" you kindly cut her off. "I pay him to do a job and he clearly isn't doing it" she raised a brow, "midday or he's fired. I have a plane to catch, I'm trusting you with all of this. Can you handle it?" She grabbed her emergency travel bag before looking deeply into your eyes. You weren't qualified for any of the legal work she asked of you, nor where you in any position to fire somebody. Even though you'd seen a kind side to the redhead, your palms still began to sweat as you nodded lightly, "Of course, Miss Romanova. When will you be back?" You asked. "When I'm back" Natasha replied leaving you in her office alone.

Your heart skipped a beat when you looked over her calendar for the rest of the week, there was no way you'd be finished by 3:30pm to be home and spend a short amount of time with Dylan before it was bedtime. It left you with no choice but to text the sitter.

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You wondered where Natasha ran off too on these random trips, what was so important that she had to drop everything at the last minute, leaving you to clean up the mess. Your first meeting was with Miss Maximoff, a quick brief before court. You were more than nervous, you weren't a lawyer and didn't have the first clue on how to fight a case, especially one that involves children. The ringing sound on your phone made you jump slightly, "Hello, Y/n Moore speaking" you answered politely. "Miss Moore, there is a Ms Maximoff here to see Miss Romanova" the receptionist replied in her normal kind tone. "Thank you, I'll pop down in just a moment" you replied before hanging up the phone.

The elevator doors slid open, and you were greeted with the warm smile of a red head with a brief case in one hand and a takeaway coffee in another. "Ms Maximoff how are you?" you asked with a smile, "Nerves but I have a lot of faith in Miss Romanova" the redhead replied as you led her to the nearest conference room. "Is she running late today?" Wanda asked, placing her brief case on the large table with her coffee next to it.

"Miss Romanova has had to take a last-minute emergency and has asked me to step in for her today, if that's okay with you" you explained, pulling up a chair.

"No no no, she's meant to be here. These are my kids we are fighting for!"

"I understand that, I also have a great understanding of your case against your ex-husband W-"

"I need her here! I don't mean to be rude, but you look extremely young, do you even know what you're doing?"

You knew you should be honest and tell Wanda that you hadn't the first clue on how to win a case, it wouldn't be fair on Wanda if her husband got full custody of the case simply because you didn't have the skill or knowledge. "I can assure you I will do everything I can to make sure you get custody of your children" you spoke with hope as you looked promisingly into her eyes.

"When will Natasha be back?" Wanda asked, running her fingers through her hair.

"At this stage I am unsure but I'm under the impression that she'll be back within the next few days"

"Next few days?! Are you serious!? She promised me that this was her most important case right now and now you're telling me she's up and left and you have no idea when she's coming back? I cannot believe this!" She spat with frustration. "I understand your frustration. If you would rather wait until she is back I'll be happy to make sure that this case is the only she will do with her return" you offered, deep down hoping she'd take the offer and save you the embarrassment.

Wanda sighed and shook her head. "Fine, but if this happens again I will be finding a new lawyer!"

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As the rest of the week went on there was still no word of Natasha and the workload just kept piling up. Not only did you have Natasha duties to cover, but you also had your own to cover and also the entire office to keep steady and on top of things. Every afternoon Dylan was dropped off to the office with a backpack of toys and some snacks, you made a spot in your office for him to make himself comfortable as you did as much work as you could before it got too late.

The weather only got colder with each day and with still no sign of Natasha, the overworking started to take its toll. The flu attacked you hard, a harsh cough, a running nose, a fever and aching body still couldn't stop you completely from doing your job. 2pm on Friday afternoon marking 2 weeks since Natasha left the office in your hands. Dylan was on his way with Kate shortly and your body was shutting down with the need for rest, much needed rest. The sofa in your office was calling your name as you caved and opted for an hour's shut eye before Dylan would arrive.

"I see the off-"Natasha entered your office to find you fast asleep on the sofa with the trash can almost overflowing with used tissues, "standing" she finished her sentence with a whisper. She walked over to your desk and grabbed your coat from your chair and used it as a blanket to cover you before quietly leaving your office.

"David" Natasha said, walking over to his desk, "Fill me in, was everything okay in my absence?" She asked. David nodded, "Yes Miss Romanova, Miss Moore was been working off her feet day in, day out since you left. She's been staying here til late. We all told her to go home but she insisted. Her kid has been getting dropped over here every afternoon" he explained.

"What time do you know?"

"Usually around 4pm. I know you don't like kids in the office but he's well behaved and stays in Y/n's office" David replied. Natasha looked up at the clock and noticed that Dylan would be here at any moment, she thanked David before making her way down to reception.

"Nat!" Dylan smiled when his blue eyes made contact with Natasha, "Hey Dylan! How are you buddy?" Nat smiled softly before she noticed the baby sitter, Kate stood behind the young boy with his toy story themed backpack. "Hi I'm Kate Bishop, the sitter. I'm just here to drop Dylan off with Y/n, are they around?" Kate smiled softly as her free hand reached to shake Natasha's hand.

"Miss Romanova" Natasha gave Kate her iconic nice to meet you smile, "I'll take Dyaln for you. Miss Moore is a bit busy at the moment" she adds. It didn't take Kate long to realise that Natasha was the boss of this place once she heard the last name. "How much does she owe you for today?" Natasha asked.

"Oh, it's fine I can pick it up Monday when I see Y/n" Kate smiled once again before handing Natasha Dylan's backpack, "Well Dyl, be good for Miss Romanova and I'll see you Monday" she adds. "Bye Kate!" Dylan turns around and hugs his sitter who is more like a best friend to him than an adult who looks after him every day.

"Is mommy going to be long? She promised we would draw together today" Dylan pouted while holding tightly onto Natasha's right hand as she took him back to her office. "Your mommy doesn't mean to be feeling well so I thought we could let her have a rest, can I draw with you?" She asked, looking down at the little boy.

"Can you draw well like mommy? She's the best drawer!"

"I don't know about well but I can draw a pretty cool monster" Nat smiled, closing her office door behind them both.

"A big one?!"

"However big you want it"

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You woke up to the loud sounds of small giggles coming from the room next door. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, the time read 8pm on your phone. "Dylan?!" you called nervously as you jumped up from the sofa. "Dyl!" you called again when there was no answer, the office was empty as you walked out of your office, the light in Natasha's office caught your attention.

"Dylan, you're not sup-" you opened the door to see Natasha sitting on the floor with a box of pizza and Dylan using pepperoni as eyes. "You're back" you looked at her, your nose red from the consistent blowing. "Mommy!!" Dylan ran up to you as you scooped him up into your arms, "Hey honey" you kissed his cheek and brushed his curls out of his eyes.

"He's been great, we've played, we've drawn things and I wasn't sure what he ate so I got pizza, I hope that's okay" Natasha slowly stood to her feet, "you were out like a log when I got back so I thought I'd let you rest" she added. "Dylan can you please wait for mommy in her office?" you placed him back on his feet, confusion filled his eyes as he nodded slowly and made his way to your office.

"Thank you for watching him, I appreciate it but I can't be picking up after you like that again" you looked at Natasha. "You're mad" she sighed. "I'm annoyed, yes. I have a son, Natasha. I need to be home for him! He is my world, not this job. The next time you have to take off at random, don't bother asking me to take over. You can fire me, I don't care anymore" you huffed.

"I'm sorry, I honestly thought I wouldn't be more than two days. You did a great job, I can see that. I went over your notes while Dylan was playing this toys, you have the skill to do this"

"I don't want it! Being here till 10pm with my son every night? No. You promised me better…I'm not trying to sound selfish, but I have to put Dylan first and I need you to respect that"

Natasha nodded with regret seeing how upset and run down you were, "I'll get my driver to take you both home"

"We'll get an uber, thanks"

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"Do you always keep at 5-year-old out past bedtime?" the deep voice made you look up from Dylan's drawing as you both walked the wall of the apartment complex to your apartment. Your heart raced when your eyes connected with his. "Who is that mommy?" Dylan looked up at you with worry, "No-nobody honey" You squeezed his hand tightly, not enough to hurt him.

"Kane, what are you doing here? How did you find us?" you asked the dark-haired man as he leaned against your apartment door, "I think it's obvious why I'm here, isn't it?" He pushed himself off your door and took a few steps closer to you and Dylan, "I'm here to see my son"

The words leaving his lips made your heart race faster, your jaw clench and your palms sweat. "He's not your son, Kane" you replied, Kane smirked and shook his head, "you think I can't see the similarities between us? He has my eyes, must hurt looking at him and missing me" he kneeled, "hey there kid, why don't you give daddy a hug?" He spoke to Dylan who shuffled himself behind you, still holding your hand. "Don't talk to him!" You stepped back.

"Oh, come on, Y/n. Don't be like that, I'm not going to hurt him. I just want to connect with my son"

"Mommy, I'm scared" Dylan started to cry from behind you.

"Kane, you need to leave! Now. He's not your son, he never will be" you spat. "Mommy!" Dylan sobbed, you turned around and picked him up, holding him tightly against your body. "It's okay baby" you coo'd, pushing by Kane to unlock your door. "Don't worry buddy, daddy will be back, with a lawyer" Jason said before walking away.

You quickly locked the door behind you, keeping Dylan in your arms as he sobbed in fear. "Shhh, it's okay honey, he's gone" you rubbed his back gently, "how about we watch some cartoons in mommy's bed tonight?"

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#natasha romanoff #natahsa romanoff x reader #black widow #fanfiction #marvel

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tia-amorosa · 1 month ago

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Sunset Died - Alto Household

Last Contact

Two days later. It was late afternoon when Vita was looking after her son. Shortly afterwards, her husband came into the bedroom. He stood in front of her with a blank look on his face. “And you've really thought it through?“/”Often enough… I want to free myself from these shackles and… Then we"llsee. I spoke to Clavell again yesterday”.

“Do you think they'll listen to you?"/ ‘Hm, I hope, I'm more worried about not coming back alive’/ ”Oh Nick, now please don't say that. Sure, they'll all be very angry. But you need to find someone among these people that you can connect with. Maybe there's someone who's much closer to a solution than you are.

“Do you think so? In the last few months, Holly was the one who mingled with the others."/ ”She has friends and she likes to help. And the fact that Gerhard wanted to break away from you as a sidekick was bound to happen at some point. You have to take action yourself now… We. The little one… He's so peaceful”. Nick looked at his son for a moment.

“I don't want to brag, but I think we did well. “/ “And what do you want for him? That he turns out like you?” Nick was silent for a moment. “No… Well, just a little, I hope he looks as good later as I do now"/ ”hnhn, your dad's a joker. So… When do you want to…“/”Right after dinner… One last time.”

It wasn't long before Holly came home. A little earlier than expected. When Nick saw that she was doing her homework, he went over to her. “What's up, do you need any help?”. She looked up at him a little skeptically from downstairs. “Not really, but you're welcome to sit with me and I'll tell you right now that the homework is totally stupid”. So he sat down next to her and looked at the tasks. “What's that??”.

“Who's teaching you?"/ ‘Peter's father, Mr. Landgraf’/ ‘Well…I think I need to talk to him, this is fifth-grader material’/ ”Leave him alone, Dad. He's really making an effort with us. That's why we talk a lot together in class."/ ‘ah, and what about?’/ ‘About the past and the future…’. That made him fall silent again. All the more reason why it was time to finally take action.

After she had finished her homework, Holly headed outside to the pool. It was relaxation time for her, swimming in the cool water. Even though it was already far too cold, as summer was long gone. “Dad looked pretty tired. He's already made a lot of mistakes…I hope…that he can make up for them all one day.”

Vita was also drawn out into the fresh air for a moment before dinner. “I think we're in for a difficult time. He has struggled with himself for a long time…I also hope that it was the right decision and that we will be forgiven”.

Later. It's almost over an hour since dinner and Nick is pacing nervously around the house. Something inside him still seemed to be looking for a reason not to have to do what he had to do. But there was no way around it. So he slowly made his way towards the bedroom.

Vita followed her husband. She knew that it was probably one of the hardest paths for him to take. “You're doing the right thing, Nick"/ ‘I hope so.’. She stroked his cheek again briefly. Then he switched on the radio and tuned it to the frequency he knew.

The rhythmic click was heard again. Then the distorted voice came back on the other end, asking him for the password. This time, however, he didn't say it, but said his name and spoke about the demands. “I now have all the necessary papers in front of me and will give you all the access data"/ ‘You realize what this means for you, Alto?’.

Nick felt as if he had two strong hands on his throat again, which were about to breathe the life out of him. But he pulled himself together. “Yes, I know that.” While he relayed all the necessary information to the people on the other end, they could still sense his oppression. After he had finished transmitting the information, he breathed deeply and heavily. Then the voice rang out one last time. “Sorry, Nick, but you have to finally realize which one of us is the better one and ever was.” Then there was just a click and the line went dead “Hello? HELLO? Damn it!”.

Nick angrily threw the microphone back onto the device, whereupon his son began to cry because he was frightened by the loud noise. This sent Vita rushing back into the room. “My goodness, what happened?"/ ”What happened? I'd like to know that too! Most of all, I'd like to know what son of a bitch I just gave everything to,” his voice was loud and piercing, which only scared the baby more. “ssh, it's okay, Alfi…”.

Nick found it hard to stay calm, but he didn't want to make his son cry again, so he continued to speak, almost in a whisper, but angrily. “That asshole has been mentally beating me up the whole time and now? I want to know who did this!"/ ”you won't be able to find out now, Nick, calm down, okay? We need to think calmly about what to do next”.

“I'm really angry! This guy… he seemed to know me pretty well, Gosh if I get my hands on him…"/ ”Like I said, you can't do anything now. But you can start talking to the people here. There's a meeting tomorrow, where you can explain the situation we're all in now. And the supplies…”

“What about it?"/ ”I know there's enough for everyone, at least for a while. Things have to be divided up"/ ‘Vita…’/ ”I don't want to talk about it any more now. You've taken a big step, Nick, now we have to move on. let's go to sleep, thankfully the little one is doing it now too”. Even though Nick was still very upset, he tried to follow his wife's little order. Nevertheless, he found it hard to get any rest that night. Who the hell had been putting him under pressure all this time? He asked himself this question a few more times… Until he eventually fell asleep.

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 2 years ago

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Man After Midnight Ch. 10

Rich Mans World Series | Chapter 9| Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

Chris stood by the casket and stared at it, the huge mountain of flowers on top, Tommy would have hated it, he would have killed someone for decking his funeral out in flowers. He wasn’t the flowers and chocolates kinda guy. “How could you be so stupid?” Chris whispered to himself. Heels clicking up the isle of the church made Chris turn around. The slender blonde woman he’d only seen once in his life was storming toward him. “How did this happen?!” she cried out, the small boy, whom she’d tugged down the way with her, stared up at Chris with sad eyes. “He was a father, how am I supposed to raise this kid on my own?!” she hissed at him. “What did you do?? Are you going to find whoever was responsible and take care of it?!” she asked. Chris pulled them into a hug and whispered in her ear. “If you dont shut the fuck up and play the grieving widow part a lot better, I’m gonna take you out next, do you fuckin understand me?” he kissed her cheek and patted the other one.

“Chris, please, I loved Tommy, what happened?” she cried into her hand. “He was found at a woman's house, love letters surrounding them both, autopsy said he killed himself.” Chris said softly as they moved away from the casket. She bit her lip and opened her purse pulling out a piece of paper. As she unfolded it she spoke softer, “Could this person maybe know more?'' She handed him the photo. “Found that on our security camera, That was taken the night Tommy died. I don't know who was with him, but that image is all I have. I’ll get the video to you this week.” she whispered.

Chris stared at the image, it was Tommy, walking with someone shorter than him, headed toward his shed. “Do you think…that was the woman he had went to see? Maybe they slept together in the shed? Tommy never let me go in there, I don't know what was in there.” she said softly. “The camera was too far away to pick up the other person's features, but I'm assuming it was a woman with him.” she said quietly.

The church doors opened, and in walked you with a short, black dress on, black pumps and bright red lipstick. On your right was Brooke and on your left was Maddie. You had a couple of women standing back by the doors, but that’s as far as they entered the church. As you walked down the same aisle you had on your wedding day, you watched as peoples soft voices turned into murmurs as you passed them. Their attention turned toward you three, as Chris watched you. Your relationship had been rocky since he’d confessed his affair with Sharon. He’d written a letter to you that it happened during the two weeks he spent away from you.

You hated yourself more than anything, you’d trusted him, and he still…..after everything, deep down…just didn’t love you. Not how you loved him at least. You stood at the casket and prayed silently. Brooke and Maddie, doing the same behind you. Once you were finished, you walked over to the women you assumed to belong to Tommy and offered your hands, “I am so deeply sorry for your loss, If there is anything you need, we would be honored to help you.” you spoke quietly as she sniffled and looked over at Chris.

“That’s what your husband said too, I really appreciate you guys finding out who did this. Tommy loved us…he never would have left his son.” she whispered as you glanced down at the boy. He stared up at you, he looked like a miniature version of Tommy with those bright blue eyes staring up at you. His dark wavy hair combed back neatly. You swallowed and looked back at her. “Let us know if you need anything,” you leaned down and hugged her before ruffling the boy's hair softly and walked away.

Chris moved in front of Sebastian and Anthony only for you to brush past him toward the back of the church. “Y/N?” you turned and looked at him. “See you at home.” you turned back around and left, people would whisper about the encounter between you and your husband for the next several months.

Days turned into weeks and you avoided Chris as much as possible. You just couldn’t bring yourself to face him, especially after he wept over Sharon's death. You slept in your office, you tried to keep yourself out of the house as much as possible. Henry, Brooke's older brother, had been nice enough to treat you to dinner one night, simply checking on your well-being since you weren’t on the best terms with Chris at the moment.

You laughed, told stories, joked around, it had been one of the greatest night’s you’d had in a long long time. You tried to not think about him, but with every joke you’d think to yourself ‘Chris would have loved that,’ or when you’d hear a funny story, you knew Chris would have had an even better one. You were both walking back toward your car when Henry stopped and turned toward you. He went to speak but he sighed, and looked down. You tilted your head while watching him. “What’s up Henry?” you smiled a little. He looked at you before he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

You pulled back and stared in bewilderment at him. “I have to go.” you turned and walked the rest of the way to your car the feeling of vomiting in your stomach. Once you got home, you opened the door, stepped out and puked all over the driveway. “Jesus.” you coughed wiping your mouth with your hand before you went inside.

“About time. We need to talk.” Peggy said, walking up to you as you rolled your eyes. “Listen, I don't feel good, so we can do this another time.” you said heading up the stairs. “The anniversary party is set for one week from today. I’ve got a gown selected for you and you’ll be on your best behavior. No…surprises.” Peggy said with a tight smile at you. You stared at her before holding up your middle finger. “Do go royally fuck yourself.” you said in a fake accent before you walked upstairs.

As you passed your bedroom door, you saw Chris walking out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He looked up, catching your eye. You both stared silently at each other for what felt like forever. “Hi,” he said as he walked over to the bedroom door. You opened your lips, ready to say hi, but instead, vomit came out, covering his chest down to his towel. You instantly covered your mouth as you felt more bile rise up in your throat.

You shoved past him into the bathroom, kneeling down in front of the toilet, puking your guts up. You felt a hand hold your hair back in a ponytail while the other rubbed soothing circles on your back. “Shhh it’s alright, I got you,” Chris said quietly as you finished. You reached up flushing the toilet before you slowly stood up and brushed your teeth rinsing your mouth out. “I must have eaten something bad. I didn’t mean to puke on you.” you said quietly as he got back in the shower.

Chris held the shower door open and looked back at you, “Why don’t you join me? We can clean up and I’ll help you get ready for bed. No funny business.” he said looking at you with a soft and sweet look. Maybe it was the exhaustion of sleeping on a hard couch, or maybe it was the food poisoning you were experiencing, but before you could realize what you were doing, you were stripping down, and climbing into a steaming hot shower with him.

“FUCK!” Chris groaned, arching his back off the floor next to the bed. You can't recall how it happened, but one moment you were agreeing to showering with him, and the next thing you knew, it was 5am, and neither one of you had stopped pleasuring each other. You lifted your mouth off his hard cock gulping down a big breath of air. Chris took the chance to grab your arms and flip you over on your hands and knees, lining up behind you as he gripped your hips and slammed into you.

You both couldn’t contain yourselves as you moved into different positions around the room. As the sun came up, you were straddling him in one of the chairs that sat across from your bed, riding him as he left marks on your chest. The bedroom door opened, Peggy came in, causing you to glare as you rode him. “Peggy! Jesus fuck get out!” Chris yelled, wrapping his arms around you. You held your head high, grinding your hips down into his. “Chris, we need to talk.” Peggy said, only looking at him. “Get out!” he yelled again. “We’re-” he let out a breath looking up at you as you stared her down, your jaw ticking some, while your nostrils flared. “We’re busy. Leave.” you said with a dark tone in your voice. Peggy looked away before she looked back at Chris who huffed and shielded you as best he could.

“Christopher….” You glared daggers at her as she glanced at you while saying his name. She looked back at him. “What?” he snapped at her. “Your mother died.” she blurted out. You stopped moving as you looked down at Chris. His face had paled and he blinked. “What?” Peggy looked at you, her eyes holding everything you needed to see. “Bitch.” you mumbled to yourself as you climbed off his lap. “She apparently had a heart attack in the middle of the night last night, she was in Spain visiting your cousins.” You grabbed your robe, throwing it on before walking into the bathroom.

Chris sat silently, no matter what he said next it didn’t matter. The one person who’d do anything for him was gone. A hand came to rest on his shoulder and he looked up to see Peggy. “Get out.” he growled. “Christopher.” Peggy said softly. “Get out before I throw you out bitch.” your voice startled both of them. “He told you once, and I’ve told you twice. Now. I suggest you listen before I snap that pretty little neck.” you ordered as she nodded and walked out closing the door behind her.

You looked at Chris as he walked over to the french doors on the balcony to the master bedroom. You stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m so sorry.” you whispered against his shoulder blade. “I need you. I can’t go through this without you by my side.” he whispered as tears filled his eyes. You laid your lips against his shoulder blade and whispered. “Anything you need.”

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thekimspoblog · 1 year ago

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Fantasy of the Day: Strawberry Milkshake

Inspired by @somethin-stupid-67

It's 2023. Not sure what state Jimmy and Kim are living in, but they decide to take the kids out for ice cream. Out in the parking lot, Jimmy notices some teenagers pointing at him and whispering. They are on their phones to make sure they are seeing what they think they see: Sure enough, it's that guy from YouTube. He grew a mustache, but it's still definitely him. Isn't he supposed to be in jail? One of the teens gets a bright idea and his friend pulls out his phone to start recording.

*Splat!* Something heavy and cold hits Jimmy right in the face. Pink drips down the front of his coat as he recovers from the shock. "Wooo! Did you guys get that? I hit Saul Goodman with a milkshake!" the boy screams, dancing around in front of the camera.

"Hey!" Jimmy yells, having to stop to make sure his nose isn't broken, "I'm just trying to have a nice night with my family here! How long am I going to be paying for something I did a lifetime ago?!" Usually Jimmy just tries to take this harassment in stride; society needs a scapegoat. But that cup easily could have hit Kim or his children instead, and that was enough for him to momentarily lose his temper. The comment was a mistake though, as now the hooligans' attention has been turned to the wife and kids. As the other teen continues to scroll through YouTube, he recognizes Kim as "That weird Jesus lady from basic cable". Kim tries to hide Iris behind her as the jerks begin to circle like vultures and ask more questions, but Iris has decided to handle this confrontation themself.

"Leave my dad alone! You think you're so tough?!" the five year old barks at the older kids in their pathetically squeaky voice. The boys just laugh at Iris. If nailing a minor celebrity in the face with strawberry ice cream wasn't enough, now a toddler is trying to threaten someone three times their size with the confidence of Bruce Willis; this is YouTube gold!

"Don't! Film! My daughter!" Jimmy steps between them. He doesn't want to get the law involved, when that's never worked too well for him in the past, but he'll do it if it comes to that.

"Everyone calm down!" Kim interrupts, "Alright. You got us. Very funny. But do you really think it's fair to put a child in the public eye without their consent?" The boys continue to posture with cavalier intimidation, but eventually the camera man breaks eye contact with the matriarch, realizing he might have started something he isn't prepared to finish. "We were leaving anyway," the other teen says, and the boys disperse.

Kim breathes a sigh of relief. She retrieves some paper towels from the car and begins blotting the milkshake off the front of her husband's coat. Jimmy keeps grumbling that the coat is probably ruined; his wife tells him he's worried over nothing; it will come out in the wash. Iris, however, has a good deal of questions what all that was all about. "Are you a movie star?" Iris skips around their parents in a circle excitedly. "Sure... I'm a movie star..." Jimmy sighs. This isn't the first incident which Iris has noticed their parents are apparently infamous. But they're still too young to understand why.

#mcwexler #parenthood timeline #kim wexler #saul goodman #gene takovic

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imagine-silk · 2 years ago

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Day Recovering: Day One; Husband?

The first thing was the beeping, that steady tick. Daylen twitched his fingers and felt cold sheets. 'Cold sheets?' As soon as he opened his eyes he regretted it. The white was blinding like heaven was refusing him. "Ah fuck." His voice was sandpaper.

"You are awake. That is good.” Looking to his bedside he saw Sten sitting in a chair too small for him. “You should get your bearings in order before the nurses swarm you." He grabbed a pitcher and a foam cup, still calm but it seemed so off.

"You're-" He didn't know what he was going to say but a coughing fit made it so he would never find out.

"Do not strain yourself. Drink and I will give you a pen and paper." Sten stood up briefly to station a table with the cup of water and a straw in front of Daylen. His first thought was, ‘I am not a child’ and sat up to try to pick up the glass. A sharp spasm shot through him and he spilled it before he could get away from the table. He stared not understanding what this feeling was. Shame? Violent? Despondent? Sten said nothing, he simply cleaned the water with the bedside tissues and reset the water, straw and all.

When two glasses were finished Sten held out a pad of paper and a pen. Daylen's voice was raw but he decided he could bear it. "I can talk."

"I would rather you not."

What others would say was an insult Daylen recognized as a concern. Sten very rarely insisted against him in recent years. Question, yes. Directly opposed, almost never.

The pad and pen changed hands. "Firstly, do you remember what happened to get you here?"

Driving home from a day of answering crisis calls, taking the freeway a route he did every day and could do with his eyes closed, a long-haul truck was in front of him, then pain, lights, it's silent, it's loud- Maker please don't take me.

With a shaky sigh and an unsteady hand, he wrote, Yes.

"What do you remember?"

The highway and the headlights. As he tried to write the next thing he pushed too hard and dropped the pen. He huffed with glass eyes and picked it up again. Was I the one who swerved?

Sten gently took the pen and laid it on the paper. "No. The truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and leaned into your lane."

"Did anyone die?" Daylen wavered.

"No. Everyone else on the road got out of the way. You were the only person hospitalized."

“That’s good.” Normally Sten would say something to the contrary like, ‘Your lack of self preservation is unmatched.’ but Daylen’s glass eyes were threatening to break. So his mouth stayed closed and a gray hand wrapped the smaller one.

"Oh, Maker!" A nurse at the door screamed.

"And now peace will be robbed from us," Sten said as he watched the terrified nurse run out.

Daylen took his hand back and wiped his eyes like nothing had happened. How long was I asleep?

"Nine days." Sten took the moment of Daylen’s bewilderment to rip off the top paper on the pad and put it in his pocket. "We don't need anyone to see this, especially before I can explain everything to you."

Before that statement could be digested the doctor walked in. "Mr. Amell, you gave my nurse quite the scare." His tone was humorous and light, reassuring. "Don't worry, she's just new. I hope she didn't scare you."

Before Daylen could say anything Sten replied. "She did not offend. But I would ask you not to ask him to speak. He has a pen and paper."

The doctor gave a knowing smile, "Of course." And proceeded to address Daylen. "Your husband has been very concerned. He's here every day during visiting hours."

Daylen knows he must have looked very stupid at that moment. He opened his mouth to speak with a tsk but he couldn't find his words. When he looked at Sten he was as stoic as ever. "This is true." Daylen could help but think, 'What part?' All he could do was give him a confused smile.

The rest of the conversation with the doctor, Dr. Mullins, was swift. Probably because he was in some sort of rush. Sten did not talk, only jumping in when the doctor ordered a sedative that came in the form of a needle. The good doctor didn’t notice Daylen’s apparent fear, or simply didn’t care. “I do not think that is a good idea.”

“Pardon?”

“He has a fear of needles. And I will not hold him down so I trust you have oral medicine.” Sten was many things. Blunt came to mind today. A part of Daylen wanted to say Sten was being dramatic and that it was fine. A bigger part of him wanted to make sure a needle never came close to him. So all he did was smile politely and hoped that was enough.

After everything was said and done, and the doctor had left for good that day, Daylen turned to Sten and wrote Husband?

His eyes drifted away as Daylen’s bore into him. “The only ones who could see you were your family.”

You lied to medical staff?

“Yes.”

That’s illegal.

“Yes.”

Daylen couldn’t help but huff in irritation. So I suppose this means nothing to you but I could get fined. [1]

“Kadan, listen-” Scratching paper cut him off.

Don’t ‘Kadan’ me. Why didn’t you just get my family?

“Because they would have let you die.” The simple statement cut into Daylen’s outburst and left his stomach empty. “A family member had to sign off on your final surgery so I called them. They told me to let you die so I assumed the role of your husband. As far as they know you are dying or dead.”

Daylen had never been particularly close to his family, and when the circle took him they drifted farther apart. They all found some issue with him. Something they didn’t care for. But he never believed they would let him die. After all he did for them, after all the chances he gave them, after all the things he was willing to overlook, after they used his honors after the blight, after he got them higher status and connections, and they would let him die. That simultaneously was too unbelievable and too on the nose.

I’m sorry and thank you.

Sten grabbed the pen and scratched the page. I’m sorry and thank you.

“Do not apologize. My actions were impulsive, brash. I risked your status and I risked my visa. I was wrong and I would do it again.”

Daylen couldn’t help but laugh even when it turned into a coughing fit. Only Sten could say something so endearing in the most obtuse way. But he wouldn't had him any different.

I thought your people didn’t get married.

“We don’t.”

Then you should learn how to play the part if we don’t want to get caught.

“I will admit, it was much easier when you were unconscious.”

#dragon age origins #dragon age fanfiction #sten of the beresaad #daylen amell #dragon age amell #Days Recovering #male reader #fake dating

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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There's a lot of death around Florida and it's the morlock all types are dying they are getting killed everywhere and foreigners can't stand them that their brand and their asses okay and yeah my husband has experience with them stupid people is there such assholes tons of them are dying and here in Florida the number is reduced greatly today so far not about 2% and it's going downwards and they'll be out soon fully out of this area Florida

-so far 200,000 more have gone to the rear and yeah a lot of special and they are on to the teeth they said and they're going after tanks and they have enough people to take them all out. As they're leaving now said I wouldn't do that if I were you and have all these snide remarks we're not you so far and more and they say things like that but not this time they said we're not you but really they're getting out there and there are 10 houses from here that have been out there all morning right now they're the ones who called this group. And it is good they'll see it's very difficult and they're organized and they have the proper weaponry and the people are trained and very annoying because they think they can take anybody and the garbage here and we know it And they're going to engage momentarily and the households here are very low they took a beating this morning mostly in combat on the inner ring the people all being arrested and for treason insurrection and more and you're getting very very small is an understated 2% of what you were now it's 2% of the populace but you're 1% of what you were you're teeny tiny tiny tiny group and combined your obnoxiously small. Right now you're shrinking from 2.5% and now you're down to 2.3% and the crabs are advancing they've gone in 10 miles and huge arms are meeting them and once they roll over you you're going to be at 2% and the crabs will be finished off by Mac and seconds with the shield and they'll be cleared and it doesn't take them long. I'm here we anticipate 10 more households being lost and we're going to be at 17 and that's very low the group's taking over have 250 households and there are about 10 new ones and 10 lots and 17 households left and there are 33 recently vacated households so available households would be 70 if all of them were vacated but 10 of them are not built and 10 are partially built and so we're working on those 33 right now in competition with other groups Max and foreigners and minority warlock to do it a little and don't succeed and the clones stop doing it almost completely which is a major concern.

-there's more news now it would seem that four more houses have disintegrated and we are in contention for them will keep them out and destroy them at least 13 households and it is kind of a mix it's not like they said but really it's lopsided to bja there are about seven PGA households three trumpsters one Jason and two Brad and they're falling fast..

-and there are other things happening but this is huge news that is an extremely small number of households and it will affect them globally the minority morlock is still at 2% separate from Macklemore lock and the clones are at about 5% but they're below and only one or two percent are above out of that number at most times and they're disintegrating fast there are other things happening and some of them are positive

-Stan is writing a papers to evict John remillard Terry cheesman and the Emily blunt and Dave AKA Dan they are out of line and they're wrong and they're rude and they need to get out Stan says he's not doing that and we believe him he should have but is not instead what's happening is he's losing the rest of his bases in the eastern hemisphere. He had five left that were very large and about 40% by the time they start attacking and they are now all at 20 to 30% taking heavy hits. The large bases he had 10 left all were 20%, they worked up a little bit just enough to load up with people and they're being decimated and they're decimating the morlock and they're running out of people both of them and we think in a few moments and I hear it now there are five large bases left five were just destroyed. And five out of the 10 very large we're destroyed in this five left. They were about 30 or 35 medium now there's 10 medium bases they're all at 20% and they're falling fast the hits are coming in very rapidly now and they will be reduced to nothing in moments I hear there are five left and they're soon out and leave evacuated and they're just getting destroyed all the small bases are being destroyed now by citizen morlock

-they're after the ships and there's approximately 17 million left that Stan has and he's going around and taking a ships back and he's also attacking them here and with gusto there were about 700,000 in Port Charlotte and now there's 300,000 but they killed 100,000 of them and put the Gorda there were 100,000 and they killed about 50,000 and they're still working on it pretty soon he's going to try and kidnap my husband but bja will move in it'll be a wicked fight like there is in DC in New York and those areas are falling to Bja. Huge numbers of people are dying and I'm laughing because he has no choice but to be my husband and friend and he is and he won't change he doesn't want a choice but it's funny to me. Yes it's like only my own friendlies I make the food better and we'll have fraps together and be mine and they say they're going to start it and they're going to put it in my name they call it friendly's it's kind of a nice name it's kind of weird and nice the same time they're laughing because it's from Earth and people are going to wait a minute are you really friendly. We kind of weird. He's looking forward to it. It can pump up and become a balloon and laughing cuz he was big it was kind of weird looking and people thought it was strange and some of the same shirt that doesn't have the same effect. Is morlok party poopers. The moloko attacking stands areas too and they're all dying and they're gearing up to attack the holes and the big ship holes and empire bases that's right and almost 2% they're going to do that

-the islands are shrinking almost by half a percent each it's a little over that each

-the upper Midwest and Midwest are evacuating again the earthquakes are intensifying and I think that they're thinking one in the Midwest and they say they are and to get them out and they're leaving and they can't go south there's a huge crab war going on and it's going to go on for hours they said and they're losing huge numbers of people there. It's gross the crabs are sick they eat people in front of them and stick their bodies in front of them when they're bitten half and eat the rest of it and say you're next and it's disgusting. Somehow the crabs know that they're getting killed and eaten but not really sure now they got told a lot barbecues and cookouts in the cooking big ones and a bunch would come and they eat the rest of them and they kept doing it and doing it and that's why and it's happening right now.

-massive numbers of warlock are attacking stands areas it's a huge attack and they're going after the ships and that's where the refueling and stuff.

Hera

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This is a huge war and it's just begun the morlock are checking out and exiting permanently there are a number of things that they do that are absolutely blasphemy and annoying to these s and they are eradicating them and it was part of the plan and it didn't work for them and was because they're so blasphemous. We're on the move and we are getting ready to attack them and with a huge Force we are already with the fences but we want to knock out areas of them while we can. We built the segment of wall the lake Superior and got only a minor response. Tonight we're going to build a big section almost half the lake will be enclosed and yeah they start all sorts of stuff and we have to stop them we thought about recording it off so the water would be stuck with them but you can't really do that so they know that most of the water is not going to be contaminated and they're wondering if we have locks and things like that so you trying to get in and of course we do because otherwise it would flood and we've taken the area in the Northwest and pull out several big bunkers completely either about 10 60 by 60 now there are like three of those and 420x20 and we are reconstituting them they're slightly contaminated. And would decontaminating usually go in and we cut off a few feet about 30 or 40 ft and it's not contaminated and we cut out holes where it is and we pull it all out and crush it and decontaminate it too and it's process and takes people in time and we need our people to sign on we have a ton of it to do and very quickly we have about 10 obelisk up and they're all about 80x80x120 and have incredible firepower the laser system is inside them but it starts down below is about 8 or 10 diamonds each and at 2 million miles can slice of 500 in half in 2 seconds or less it's fairly powerful but they're confident they can take us and that time is going to come up pretty quick and it's going to be a battle it would feel confident in our defenses.

-you have a huge plan the kind of goes at the same time as Tommy f and parallels it in the way and we are getting ready we need volunteers for that service is a huge duty there's nothing like it on Earth and then never will be a new request you sign on now any who wants to serve in any role with relation to them. They plan to launch when the freeze out occurs which is not going to be far from now a day or two you sign on now we can do rapid training and get you there in a day

Thor Freya

Huge numbers are signing on now and we're getting people in it's terrific

Olympus

Awesome

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

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ok but incel childe stalking u through ur webcam,,,, ur laptops always gonna be open cause u procrastinate a lot of ur work and end up sleeping with it open on some random word document (childe shakes his head, this is why u should just drop out and leave the pesky things like papers to him) and he gets full access to ur room through it.

he gets a full view of u sometimes jerking off the stress of school,,, he's had the recording of it saved and used as jack off material sometimes.

i feel like he'd bully u too by erasing some important documents u finished or need by a deadline and he'd watch u look for it and cry like the incel he is (sometimes hearing u sob has him reach out for his cock)

at one point, he'd put in his carefully crafted virus that would cause ur laptop to 'break' and none if the other techs could figure it out (and suggest a reformat of the entire laptop) which u obviously don't want to, u have important things in it! so someone suggested the best tech student in their class, which happens to be him.

every… single time… anyone sends me shit like this it makes me squirm and cry from joy. HES SO NASTY AND WOULD 100% DO THAT YOU HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD!! anon i want u so bad

what was originally supposed to be small thoughts turned blurb btc lol

his gaming set up, naturally, has several monitors and he always keeps one open and free to watch you!! he’d be a horrible future boyfriend and husband if he wasn’t looking after you so much D: it’s only right for him to start his duties early, no? half the time he’s sighing at your silly and dumb antics and half the time he’s cooing sweetly at the screen. you’re just too cute!! stupid but cute, he thinks.

and it’s only natural that he savours the more intimate moments most. the first time he saw you begin to touch yourself and whine he couldn’t even find himself able to move. he was rock solid in his pants but fuck he couldn’t miss a second of this even if it was to take his sweats and boxers off or begin to record. through the whole ordeal he barely even breathed. he just sat, watching, and waiting. the vulnerability of it all had him bucking soft and uselessly into the air at the same tempo your fingers set. ‘that should be me’ he thought. ‘that will be me’ he knows. it just has to be. the second time he’s smart enough to screen record the whole thing. he turns off every other application to make sure nothing could potentially compromise the video quality since he surely needed something to get him through the next while he waited for you to fall into his arms. it would be self torture if he allowed himself to refrain; not that he would, in any case. it’s become a nightly ritual of his to either watch you get off in real time or in those videos he’s compiled.

he’s got a huge thing for degradation and consequently dacryphilia as well. seeing you cry is one of his very favourite sights. at first, it was a simple slip of a finger that deleted one of your documents but watching as you uselessly whimpered and cried had him doing it on purpose from there on out. honestly, it gets to the point he jacks off more to you crying than the sight of you getting off. he wants to reassure you all while only making things worse. he wants to make you cry harder. he wants to make you cry knowing it’s for him. <33

he’s at the top of all his courses and whips through even the most difficult assignments without a problem so he ends up with a lot of free time. given his skills, developing malware that will lead you right to him is of utmost priority. obviously, he can’t make the solution easy so he creates his own mashup of C++ and Malbolge to make it virtually impossible for anyone but him to figure it out. he uses basic functions but in the most convoluted way possible (thank you Malbolge for being a nightmare coding system) so he’s certain none of the other students or professionals will solve the issue. naturally, after several of the smartest people you know look at it silently, you’re sent to childe. and he’s thrilled. finally. finally you’re within arms length. finally he can have you the way he wants.

he looks over your laptop briefly while sporting a lazy grin before handing over his address and phone number so he can ‘take a further look at it’ which, unbeknownst to you, is bullshit. he’ll invite you over, hook a couple things up, press a handful of buttons and bam. problem solved. you’re stunned because how the fuck did he do that? the reality is he did fix the ‘issue’ but he also imported everything onto his hard drive. you don’t need to know that though. his heart pounds at the way you cheer and smile at him as if this wasn’t a mess of his own creation. childes hands are sweaty and his glasses askew but you’re just so happy so he tries not to focus on that. he shifts to pull the pocket of his hoodie down, hands still shoved inside, so you don’t catch a glimpse of his raging hard on. you ask to pay him back. with a light blush he says ‘payment? hm… i’ll take a date in exchange. how’s that sound, princess?’ you say yes enthusiastically.

he has the most satisfying orgasm as soon as you leave, load busted all over the hand that touched the keys of your laptop <33

#oh how i adore him #childe my beloved!!#had to take a breather several times through this #i want him so bad #cw: misogyny #cw: incel #cw: stalker #childe x reader #incel childe #chit chats

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