#i'm also writing this at 3 in the morning because i once again forgot to prepare this beforehand

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Featured Fic Friday!

Welcome to Featured Fic Friday! A day where I, or someone who suggests one, tell you about a fanfic that I really enjoy! Spoiler's under the cut! Today's featured fic is...

Uncomfortable Question by AnisEileen (Not Rated, Complete)

Ink liked questions. But Ink was also aware, that some questions were awkward or unpleasant. He never thought, it would ever come to it, that even knowing question would put the other in awkward position, he would still ask it. But. In this situation, he felt, the need to ask was pretty reasonable. Looking in eyelights of one of his best friends, he asked. "Blue, is this... porn of me and Nightmare?"

A very short fic, I enjoy how fluffy it is, & I like the concept behind it a lot, as well! I haven't seen a lot of pieces with these two hanging out before, & I think that's a bit of a shame, since I really like how the author writes the relationship between them!

Spoilers ahead!

I like how the author has Ink be supportive of Blue's work, even giving feedback on how he could improve! I think a lot of us would react just like Blue does if someone that we knew were to read some of the things we write, so the author definitely described that pretty well!

[tan1shere]

hi bb 🥹

could you do like a deep comfort with Billie? where reader is feeling really anxious and we’re just sitting in the bed and she just helps talk out our troubles and thoughts and just holds us and is physically intimate with us (fluffy) to help us calm down <3

New Chapter

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: I saw this tiktok and ugh I just needed to write something like it. Hope you enjoy nonnie ! (Ok so embarrassing update. Sad update LMAO but I forgot Ms billie can't get us pregnant -i just didn't think the idea through- so I'm making it a bit creative and I'm praying you enjoy, just try not to think of it as legitimate and focus on the comfort okur :D) - also sorry if it's short 😔 - also kinda went way off your request :( I hope you like this tho nonnie

Summary: you're always an anxious mess, so once you find out this news you have a complete breakdown.

Warnings: angstyish, comfort, suggestive mentions ??? Anxiety attack, I think that's it !

Masterlist

Uh oh. Was all you thought this morning when you felt ill. You had so much work to get done you did not need to get a cold or the flu ontop of that. Then it hit you on what it could be. Surely not though.

Rewind to a few weeks ago. You and Billie had just had a date night and you wanted to try something new, per her suggestion. Slightly drunk you both decide to use the ejaculating dildo. But last time which wasn't that long ago, you were trying for a baby. You had been finding anonymous donors for a while and she finally found one. You ended up forgetting about it, so you thought nothing could happen because I mean, it was old. Surely nothing could attach to anything right?

Wrong. This feeling was getting worse as the morning went on. Billie was over at Finneas' working on some music related things. So she wasn't there. You had bought pregnancy tests like a month ago when you and Billie came up with the random idea. You were ready then, kind of. Now? Fuck no. Your job had been getting worse and you were honestly thinking of quitting. But you couldn't do that. Even if Billie insisted that it'd be ok, she could pay for the both of you she says. But you said she shouldn't ever have to do that.

Working was your everything even if this job was the putz, you've always loved working. You procrastinate looking at this stupid test. The whole baby thing was merely a thought you guys weren't 100% on it. Atleast you weren't. A human growing inside you, that's so much to think about. Children are a huge responsibility. Your head soon feels light, trying to calm your nerves. "Don't be stupid, this is just nothing. Turn it over." You try and convince yourself. Your hand trembles as you do, fully expecting 'not pregnant'

Wrong again. Your eyes widen tremendously. "Fuck, no no-" You accidentally drop it starting to freak out. Your chest feeling extra heavy. And just in time to freak out more, the front door opens. "Hey baby! I'm back." Baby.. Baby. Ones growing inside you. Your mind races. Shit, fuck. Your freakout continues. Your breathing becoming labored. Trying to calm down as your heart rate picks up. Pointless. "Y/n?" You try desperately to think of something, how on earth do you even explain this to her. 'Oh hey, yeah I'm pregnant.' Not to mention how scared you were.

You didn't want this not now, and you honestly weren't sure if you ever would. That's probably just the anxiety talking, but all you could think about was how scary this all was. Scared wasn't even the right word for how you were feeling. And the pain in your heart was telling you that. She comes into the bathroom looking at you with worry. "What's going on-?" Then she saw your teary eyes, panic flooding her. "Hey, hey. What's up?" She grabs your face gently. "Talk to me, please." But she stops herself realizing you were about to have a panic attack.

"Ok, look at me, I'm right here." Her hands grab yours going to put it on her heart like she always does, but you retract them. Shoving them in your hair. "I cant do this." You say breathing heavy. Still stuck on what you had just read on that stupid stick. It's all you could think about right now. "Do what babe?" That worried her more. What on earth were you talking about. "This can't be real- I have to be dreaming." You then say clutching your beating heart, shaking your head in disbelief. She grabs your face again, never harsh. "What. Is going on." Her thumb swipes your tear stained cheeks.

In attempt to calm you, and it worked for a moment. How do you even tell her. "I-.." You began but tear up again. You couldn't find the words at first, buy you try so hard. "I'm pregnant." You decide to just blur out, ripping of the bandaid, the stuck. Sticky. Bandaid. She gives you a confused look. "Babe-" She doesn't believe you, you wish you didn't believe you. "You do realize-" But you turn around before she could finish, grabbing the test and putting it in her hands. She widens her eyes, seeing it. Even more confused than she was before. Then her brain clicks. "The dildo.." you hear her mumble.

You're pacing, but she grabs you. "Hey, it's ok. I promise this will be all o-" "No. I can't do this, I don't think I ever could. This is so scary and." You stop feeling your chest heave. "Baby." She then says. "Yeah, ones growing in me. A human, I can't do that." She grabs you again, spotting how another attack was coming on, her hands grabbing yours and instinctively putting them on her heart. One of your coping mechanisms. "Look at me, we can do this I promise." You sob. "It was old how'd it even-" She brings you into her. Wrapping her arms around you. "I don't know my love... I don't know." But that's all you needed to stay calm, her warmth was incredibly comforting. Her voice calming every nerve inside you.

Just like it always did. You wrap your arms tightly around her. Burying your head into her chest. Lettung the initial shock die down. Heart going back to normal after awhile. Her hand gently caresses your hair, kissing the crown of it. "I'm here, which will be the main thing and we will get through this together no matter what." Her soothing touches and voice was all you needed. That's what helped in the end. You kinda wished you had done it when she was home, knowing that if she had been, you could've potentially avoided a anxiety attack. Still holding you close as you did so, letting you know that all of this would be ok. "What if I suck, what if it hurts-"

But she stops you, really not wanting you to think about this right now. "Hey, don't worry about that right now ok?" She pulls you back getting you to look at her. "I know you're scared. Fuck, I am too. But we got this." Her finger moves a loose strand out of your face, holding it once again. "You're good with kids, so good with kids. I'm just worried that I won't be good with it." Her head shakes. "You'll be amazing. You've got so much love in you, I know once it's here you'll be the best. Mother. Mark my words." You smile at her brightly. Everything she was saying soothing every worry. You were so glad to have someone like that in your life.

"I love you." She then says, making you cry out of happiness this time.

"I love you more. I'm so glad out of anyone in this world, you're the one I'm doing it with."

"And that's never changing."

Lil note, since I felt like I didn't get your request like you wanted and it's kinda bugging me (a lil mad at myself) I'll do a little blurb of a small idea that I got !

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley with a Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Headcanons and Scenarios

Am I back with baby fever? I mean yeah but this is less baby fever and more if Husband!Simon in honor of my first ever post that reached 1k likes in 4 days. Also you guys know Ghostie by now right? @connorsui mentioned that she wonders how Ghost and the reader met, guess who's writing about that?

Edit: SHIT, THIS POST HAS BEEN UP FOR SO LONG AND I FORGOT TO ADD CREDIT, I'M SO SORRY. The render above is by @ave661

Taglist: @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @theredurzikdjinn @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb

Also @puff0o0, my most favorite moot has helped me come up with how they met, UGH ILYYY <333

My CoD Masterlist <3

Warnings/Disclaimers: Reader is pregnant, sick!Reader, mentions of vomiting (not detailed), pain of birth and all the other pregnancy warnings out there. (Extreme fluff)

❥ Husband!Simon who had no fucking clue how to react when you first told him you got pregnant, I mean he knew at some point it would happen but not this soon?!

❥ Husband!Simon who in your early stages of pregnancy was the one holding your hair up while you empty the contents of your stomach on the toilet most mornings. He was the one who had a warm hand gently rubbing up and down your back while mumbling light encouragements, careful not to agitate you from the sickening feeling.

❥ Husband!Simon who was gradually getting the hang of things, getting clingier the further into the pregnancy. Once the baby bump comes in, bye bye personal space, Dad!Simon needs to have his hand on the bump no less than 10 times a day.

❥ Husband!Simon who is a sucker for kissing the baby bump, especially your stretch marks. He will be more gentle if you ask him to because your ticklish, but don't expect none of his stuble.

❥ Husband!Simon whose breath hitches when you took his large calloused hand onto your baby bump and felt movement, he had to blink twice up at you and look down again. Only now it was two hands holding the bump, waiting for more kicks.

❥ Husband!Simon who lets you do all the shopping with baby stuff because he has no idea what looks cute, every once in a while showing you something he thinks looks good and asks for your approval.

❥ Husband!Simon who looks back up at you in concern as he hears you whimper, as much as he wants more movement and feel the little one kick, you were in pain and uncomfortable. Some soothing words might help..?

You let out a soft whimper as you felt the baby kick again, god did she have her father's strength..

Simon still had his warm and heavy hand on the bump, feeling the little one's movement.

"Pumpkin.. give your momma a rest, she needs some sleep" Simon sleepily mutters. Just like that the movement stops.

"I swear she only ever listens to your voice, it's obvious that she's already a daddy's girl"

❥ Husband!Simon who is more than obsessed with the baby bump, albeit his ear over the bump to hear the baby, big calloused hands always have to be some place on it. You'll just find your husband clinging onto your bump, his head on your chest while his arms are wrapped around the loves of his life.

❥ Husband!Simon who was far more panicked than you were during the birth, he literally cannot even pay attention to the pain of your hand almost breaking his from the gripping because his heart is pounding in his chest while you push out the baby.

❥ Husband!Dad!Simon who was trembling the moment you forced him to open up his arms so he could hold the baby. She's so tiny, her whole body almost fits in just one of his hands. The moment he held her, she stopped wailing, trying so hard to open her little eyes.

❥ Husband!Dad!Simon couldn't help but pull you up into his arms too because you couldn't move up from exhaustion. Your hand on the little one's body that was cradled by her dad, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders while he kissed your sweaty forehead, singing praises to you about how thankful he is that you brought life to your little girl together.

A/n: Hi guys, just to start off. I haven't been in a good space for a while now, I don't think I'm in the right headspace either. Not to say I'm taking a break, fuck no, I'd lose all my relevance if I did and I also think that taking a break from this won't be good for me or you guys because I don't want history to repeat itself.

If you guys don't know yet, I've been on the break in 2020 and didn't officially start writing again till 2023, finally entering a different fandom. I feel like taking a break would result into this whole thing again and I can't go through that all over again. I love writing so much and it hurt when I lost all my relevance on Wattpad.

My personal life outside of Tumblr is weird to explain, see things haven't been good regarding my situation with a friend. Neither do I feel good in school, everything in that place just sucks except for two other closer friends. There's still the dreadful 3 weeks left till Christmas vacation. Not only that but I get anxiety over so many things that may be little to most of you.

A mutual of mine so graciously has given me ideas for the next Ghostie posts, I love them, it's accurate and it's great and all however some part of me makes me feel so insignificant. Like why didn't I think of that? Why am I even writing if I'm just relying on other people's ideas? This is no shade to that mutual, thank you so much, hell I loved everything they told me. It's just always my anxiety and insecurities getting the better of me.

Apologies for the length of this. I'm quite busy and my clumsy fingers accidentally published something again 😭Anyway, more Ghostie content is on it's way :))

[theyluvivi]

chasing you.

you avoid him. he catches you. dealer!reader x client!chris blurb <3

He's starting to think he's the problem. Those are words Chris never thought would form in his brain—But here he is, trying to figure out why hasn't seen you all week.

It doesn't make any sense. You're always around campus, yet when he's actively looking for you, you're nowhere to be seen. Chris doesn't even want to talk to you. He just wants to give you your shit back so Matt will stop bothering him about it.

Even though he's your friend—And he was the one to even invite you to the party in the first place—He has to return your heels cause apparently, Matt has better shit to do then chase you around all day.

He's been all around campus looking for you. If you're not at the campus cafe, he's gonna launch your heels at Matt's head.

Matt is so lucky you're here.

You're in the corner at a booth with tons of books and your computer in front of you. You're not your usual neon colored self. There's no star clips in your hair. You don't have on an overly tight top. No flared jeans. You're unrecognizable.

He can see the fear settle in your eyes as he walks up to you. So, you were avoiding him.

"Chris." The tension in your voice is quite frankly, insane. That night, after leaving you in his room, all he did was talk to Matt about what to do with you and then passed out on the couch after the party was over. What could he have done in that time?

"Kid, I know you were shitfaced last week, but I can't believe you forgot all about your stuff." You blink at him multiple times. "What?"

He shoves your heels and tights that are stuffed in them to you, "Y'know? All this?"

You slowly take them, your face lighting up. "Oh... Oh!"

"Huh?" He's confused. You were all gloomy just a second ago, and now you look like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Mh....I thought we fucked, if I'm being completely honest." He watches you tuck your heels away into your bag. "This reminded me we didn't, thanks."

Chris, for once in his life, is speechless. You were avoiding him because you thought you guys fucked. Honestly, he'll take this over you being all over Aiden. He wonders if you remember that... he's not gonna bring it up.

Huh. This is probably how the girls he sleeps with feel after they wake up alone in the morning.

"Nah, I don' fuck my brothers friends." You tilt your head at him, annoyingly, and raise your eyebrow. "Michelle."

"Doesn't count."

"Brittany."

"Also doesn't count."

"Vivi—"

"You friends with all the girls I fuck or somethin'?" You laugh, loudly. Bringing attention to yourself, but you don't care. You're definitely back to your usual self. "Some of them. They're wondering why I'm hanging around Mr. Community Dick."

Chris rolls his eyes. "Matt deserves that title."

"Eh, you guys are tied." You smile at him. And he gets that feeling in his chest again. The one that makes him feel like he's dying. When you start looking at him like he's crazy makes him remember that you guys are having a conversation and process that's he's staring at you.

He awkwardly coughs. "Whatcha' got all these books for anyway?" You groan, resting your forehead on the table. "Ecology."

He blinks.

"Plants." You sit up, resting your head in your hands, "Its the study of how living organisms interact with their physical environment—"

"We get it. You're smart. Trust."

"Well—" You flush at the compliment. Maybe not pissing you off gets him places. "That's just the definition!"

He eyes the stacks of books at your table. "You got a test, or are you just a nerd?"

You scoff. "I'm not a nerd. We have a test, and since my teacher writes questions like she hasn't talked to a human being in years, I'm doing some light reading."

"Light reading?" He teases. "Whatever." He checks his phone as you roll your eyes, well shit.

He spent way more time talking to you than he thought he would. He's gonna be late to the class he promised Nate he'd go to for the first time in forever.

"Gotta go," He says, beginning to walk backward towards the exit, "Don't drink so much next time, alright, kid? Not tryna chase you around again."

"I would've remembered eventually!"

tags 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚: @inspiredangel @whore4mattsturniolo @domizzzsstuff @sosasturns @drewswife

[wileys-russo]

hihi idk if youre taking requests but i had an idea for leah kinda inspired by sockgate (💀)

so basically r plays for arsenal and theyre having kit photoshoots but the kit person accidentally forgot r’s (obviously the photoshoot isnt in colney) so she has to wear leah’s kit because r’s number is 5 and leah’s is 6 so it would be easier to edit and change the number like on the shorts (just say they didnt take any photos of her back because it would be too hard to change the name or something) ANYWAY leah is eating it up seeing r in her kit (especially if it’s like kind of big on her)

and then idk how you want to end it but maybe after the edited pictures are posted, leah cant help herself and also posts the original ones where you can see it’s her kit or something

love your writing <3

the sockgate trauma...never again the new number 6 II l.williamson

"leah catherine if you make us late again you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!" you yelled out impatiently, checking the time and rolling your eyes. "two minutes babe!" your girlfriend called back as you groaned in disbelief.

"they're dressing us and doing hair and makeup there leah, what is taking you so long?" you dropped your bag to the ground and stomped off to the bedroom. "no don't come in i'm-" you pushed open the door and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

"tell me that you are not doing a soduku right now." you spoke deathly calm, eyes locked with hers and narrowing. "would that make you feel better?" leah questioned with a charming smile, sat on the corner of the bed.

but the tinkling of her game gave it away as your eye twitched slightly and leah laughed nervously. "leah, i will be waiting in the car. if you do not join me in exactly two minutes, that thing you've been wanting to do?" you stated as leah nodded along.

"you can do it to yourself and this-" you gestured to your body. "-will be off limits, for a week." you warned seriously as leah scoffed and went to speak.

"a whole week williamson, shift it!" you cut her off sternly, turning on heel and marching out of the bedroom hearing your girlfriend trip over with a curse in her haste to hurry.

"ah fuck." you heard a thump and before you could even open the car door leah was skidding to your side, grabbing it for you. "after you darling." she grinned as you hummed and slid inside, tossing your bag in the back as she hurried around to her side.

~

"babe why aren't you dressed?" leah frowned as she returned to the change rooms, having finished with her own media promotion and asked to let you know they were ready for you now.

"they didn't bring my kit. there was a typo on the schedule and they thought less was coming so they've got 23 and not 5." you sighed in explanation as your girlfriend took a seat beside you.

"they just told me to wear your kit, 6 is easier to photoshop to 5 since its one number and not two like 23 is." you shrugged as leahs eyebrows shot upward. "leah." you sighed tiredly at the familiar look which settled on her face as she sat down beside you.

"be an adult and go change, now please." you ducked away from her arm which attempted to slip over your shoulders, standing up and crossing your arms across your chest. "have i ever told you just how sexy you look when you're pissed with me?" leah sighed with a dopey smile.

"yes. you make a point to remind me every time you grovel after you've pissed me off!" you threw a towel at her head and sat back down at your cubby. "no, go change baby." your foot shot up to press against her as she stood and attempted to get closer.

"reminds me of a different position baby, one i quite like." leah grinned wolfishly as she pulled your leg to sit on top of her shoulder and kissed your ankle with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"you already made me late once this morning and you're doing it again. go and change leah please!" you groaned pulling your leg back and sending her a stern look.

"i know you think this is going to work but this whole annoyed look-" leah wiggled her fingers at you "-is just making it all the more harder to leave you." leah smirked as you rolled your eyes and exhaled deeply.

"alright alright! i'm going. a girl knows where she isn't wanted!" leah spoke dramatically clutching at her chest, ducking down and stealing a kiss. "unless you'd like me to just change here and we can-" leah started to suggest but a dead panned glare had her grabbing her bag and hurrying away toward the showers.

"here you go then sunshine." a bundle of clothes hit you square in the face as you'd started to daydream only a few moments later, leah changed back into the clothes she'd arrived in.

"you are so-" you stopped yourself, leah sending you a smirk and sitting down on the bench. "eyes and hands inside the ride at all times williamson, i'm on a schedule." you warned as you started to strip off and change, feeling your girlfriends gaze locked onto you.

"leah!" you huffed as you pulled her shirt down over your head and her hand smacked against your ass. "what? it slipped babe." leah shrugged with an innocent smile as you rolled your eyes and pulled on her shorts having to roll the waistband a little so they didn't hang so low, already having your boots and socks on.

"wait! you're missing something." leah shot to her feet as you fixed your hair and turned to leave, pausing with a raised eyebrow. your lips couldn't help but curl into a small smile as leahs own pressed sweetly against them.

"sap." you teased, pecking her lips a few more times before heading out of the change rooms hearing her follow after you. "behave leah." you warned seriously as she held up her hands with a wink and you pushed your way into the media room.

"well well well if it isn't our newest number six!" beth teased as she finished up and immediately noticed that you weren't in your own number. "call me vice captain." you grinned, hugging her as you swapped positions and she spoke briefly with your girlfriend before leaving the room.

"so we're mostly shooting graphics for the screens and the lineups today, some celebrations, some serious shots. we'll do everything forward facing since there was some...issues, sorry about that again." jessica the marketing and media admin smiled apologetically.

"you're just lucky i was around to save the day jess." leah chimed in as jess shot her a playful glare and stepped back, calling out a few poses as the photographer snapped away and you moved between the different backdrops.

much as you tried your hardest to stay focused there was no avoiding the shit eating grin plastered on your girlfriends face as she sat back with arms crossed, eyes laser focused on your every move.

leah wasn't shy about how much she adored you, that was given by the constant teasings of the pining looks she threw your way during trainings or the not to subtle kisses she stole what felt like every few minutes.

leah was even less shy about how much she adored the sight of you in her clothes. early on in the relationship she did find it somewhat frustrating how you'd sneak off with her hoodies or shirts or pants hidden away in your overnight bag.

but seeing you wander around colney with what leah knew was her nike hoodie covering your top half had something stirring in her stomach she couldn't ignore.

your girlfriend by nature could be possessive, though most times it never came from jealousy knowing you were just as much as infatuated with her as she was with you, but rather that solidifying assurance that you were hers.

so as she sat there seeing you take picture after picture wearing her name, number and jersey leah was grinning ear to ear and there wasn't much which could be said to wipe it off.

"all good?" you questioned once it seemed things were wrapped up, sending both him and jess a thumbs up and stepping away, boots clacking against the hard cement floor and shaking your head at the look on leahs face.

"don't say it." you warned, snatching your jacket out of her hands and making a beeline out of the room as she hurried to follow you. "leah!" you laughed as she caught up and grabbed your hand, pushing you against a wall.

"you're like a horny teenager." you chuckled against her lips which immediately ravaged yours, her hands gripping your hips as you cupped her face and deepened the kiss.

"baby girl you know what it does to me to see you in my clothes, let alone wearing my last name on your back." leah pulled away and shook her head, making a mind blown gesture with her hands causing you to laugh again and shove her.

"we're at work miss williamson, be professional." you booped her nose and darted away as leahs kiss met thin air and she watched you dissapear into the change rooms.

"oh but miss williamson all my thoughts right now are strictly unprofessional." leah sang out happily with a cheeky grin as you shook your head. "no ring, no wife." you patted her cheek and held up your empty hand causing leah to now shake her head.

"oh no no no, no need to change my girl." leah swiftly grabbed your bag, stuffing your clothes back in and slinging it over her shoulder, holding out her hand for you to take with a sly smile.

"its time for me to make our new number six feel very very very welcome."

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Like there was no tomorrow." CH.3—Daryl Dixon.

Chapter Summary: As you try to get back to the home of the elderly couple you took care of, your way to them gets complicated when life puts a lonely 5–year–old girl in your and Daryl's path. Now, you two will try to protect her from everything, even if you can't protect yourself from what you were about to find at Mark & ​​Ellie's house.

PAIRING: Daryl Dixon x reader

WARNING: Death, blood, a lot of bad words hehe (but also romance and even some comedy if I can get it right hehe)

ERA: From prison onwards.

A/N: Hey! I forgot to say this before but I was going to introduce a new character. April is a little girl Daryl and you find along the way, so you two decide to take care of her despite the constant fights between Daryl and April (I must admit I had fun writing their dialogues haha) Hope you like this♥ Thank you!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

During a heavy night, the fallen branches continue to break under the feet of the death, a horde of aimless travelers surrounding the cabin on their way to nowhere, but the sound of their growls mixes with the horrible silence that usually reigned in the forest, preventing you two from sleeping. Lying on the floor next to Daryl, your breathing and his are soft sounds, but somewhat agitated due to the constant danger.

However, on the other side of the place, the young woman and her daughter, who is 5 years old (although she's a little smaller) sleep peacefully, ignoring the world around them after wandering through the woods for days too, lost and scared. It's still strange to find people, because they were always wary of being robbed, kill or worse, but they were so hungry and hurt that they didn't complain about what animal they were eating after Daryl hunted some squirrels, cooking them outside as the sun started to hide.

But as you look to your left to look at Daryl, you can see Aeris too, clinging to the chair at the wooden table, staring out the only window, the little moonlight that filters through the thick branches of the trees illuminating part of her fur.

“You should try to sleep.” You say softly, thinking that night he finally will be able to do it.

But Daryl looks at you, with a deep gaze as he takes a look at your lips before stopping at your eyes. And it's intense, as always, like diving into a new kind of ocean.

“S’okay, peach. Ya sleep.”

And then, Daryl stares at the ceiling again. For a moment, you keep looking: the beautiful color of his eyes is still the same, and you remember his deep gaze on his almost always mocking, condescending expression on his almost stupid but very attractive face. During that time, a few strands of hair, dark blonde, fell over his forehead, framing that deep but accusatory look he had at first. But now his hair is long, darker, and you feel stupid thinking that he turned out to be even more handsome.

But at the same time, it is hard to look at him again. So, with a long sigh, you turn over with your back at him, as if blocking the view of him would stop your feelings from overflowing, and, closing your eyes, you fall sleep.

Although it is a superficial sleep, because after a while, you can feel his strong arm around you, his chest against your back, his irregular heartbeats on you. However, his breathing is calm in that chaotic world, and you stop yourself when the memory of him once saying that you were the reason why he could sleep at night, tries to emerge from the depths of your mind, the place where you sent that life you once lived by his side.

But when Daryl moves, you can feel something pressing against the curve of your butt—and the memory of those mornings next to him come fast and it makes you chuckle.

“What’s so damn funny?” He asks, low so as not to disturb the others, his voice even deeper.

“Can you please tell that monster in your pants that I'm harmless?” You whisper. “I feel like if I move it’s going to try to eat me alive.”

Daryl scoffs but doesn’t move, eyes still closed.

“S’not somethin’ ya haven’t felt ‘fore, against ya… or inside ya.”

“Hey! Asshole.” The audacity in his voice makes you hold back a laugh as you try to pull away, surprised when you should be annoyed, but he doesn’t let you go. “Can you move? You're breathing all my air.”

However, against your wishes, Daryl pushes himself even closer to you.

“S’not somethin’ I haven't done ‘fore either. Now be quiet or ya’re gonna wake ‘em up.”

For a second, you consider elbowing him, but instead, you sigh, part of you hating him but closing your eyes again because it is still night, while trying to ignore the tickle of his breath on your exposed neck.

But you don’t know well what time is it when you feel something sharp poking your forehead, a soft but firm blow that makes you open your eyes. The first rays of the sun are fighting against the darkness of the world, and then, you look up to see Aeris next to you, looking impatient.

It’s still crazy how she can say a thousand words without being able to speak, but her dark gaze says it all—Now she’s telling something is not right.

You sit up, so quickly that you wake Daryl as you turn to look at the opposite side of the small cabin, at an empty space no longer occupied by the young mother and her daughter, feeling suddenly the breeze coming through the half—open door.

“What?” Daryl sits up too, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“Where are they?”

Daryl looks at the empty place.

“Maybe they went out to take a piss.”

“Leaving the door open?” It is still crazy, you know it as you stand up, your gun in your waist holster, but Aeris seemed to be tied too closely to you now to ignore the signals she sends you in the face of all kinds of danger, not just from the walkers. “Ruby, the woman, she can barely walk with that sprained ankle. Something is wrong.”

Daryl grunts in frustration, but he gets up as well, taking his crossbow from the floor before walking out of the cabin with you. Daryl takes the lead: he is a natural tracker, a hunter, too smart to find the footprints in a second, the different pressure of Ruby's feet against the ground due to the pain and April's small footsteps, and how they left a long path between the ground, as if her mom was dragging her.

And only a minute or maybe two passes until you two find them, but the fear is so latent, suffocating and dangerous the moment Daryl shoots an arrow into Ruby's arm before she can shoot the little girl in the head. April is crying, terrified, but finally free, she runs to hide behind you, with your arm high as you point your gun at Ruby.

“What the fuck are ya doin’, huh?!” Daryl is angry, his eyes fixed on the woman who, even with all the pain and an arrow stuck in her skin, just squeeze the gun even harder.

"I'm sorry, it's the only way to save April." Ruby looks calm but absent, like she’s far away from that world, and even though she looks into your eyes, it's like seeing an empty shell, a broken soul with nothing inside. "I don't want her to go through what I went through."

You gulp before talking, a great wave of terror suddenly covering you.

"Whatever it was, Ruby, we can stick together now. Okay?"

But Ruby shakes her head, firm in her decision, and then, finally, you can see a tear running down her cheek as she holds a broken smile.

"She's your baby now."

The feeling is surreal, like watching a horror movie, like being pulled out of your body, but life happens in a single second, that short time in which Ruby raises the gun and puts it at her temple, pulling the trigger before you can shoot her in any limbs to stop her. And the sound sinks into the silence of the forest, awakening the walkers that apparently still roam the place, always attracted by the slightest noise.

“Fuck.” Daryl curses under his breath, placing the strap of his crossbow around his body before taking April in his arms, settling her small body against his. “We need to go 'fore those things get too close, peach. Call yer rat and let's get the fuck outta here.”

He starts walking, but it takes you a moment before following him, trying to push away from your mind the image of another lifeless body when the only ones on the ground should be the walkers.

You lost track of time long ago without the aid of a watch, but when the rays of sunlight fall straight down from the highest part of the sky, you can bet is noon or close to it. Aeris rests on your shoulder now, always aware of the surroundings, but with no walkers or other danger in sight, she looks cam, so you can take a second to catch a glimpse of Daryl, who's still holding April, his naked forearms beneath her.

Her hair is dark brown, like Daryl's, kind of long, too. But it is strange how they even look like father and daughter, perhaps because of the way he carries her. And she looks lost, confused, but April seems calmer than an adult would be when faced with a loss. However, when April looks up and her eyes meet Daryl's, her expression turns serious, as if the depth of her little thoughts is sinking her frown.

“What?” Daryl asks, with his own brow furrowed in confusion.

“It is not okay to say that word.”

For a few seconds, he’s confused.

“What word?”

“The F world.”

When Daryl understands what she means, he scoffs.

“When ya get to be as tall as I am, monkey, ya can tell me what the f to do.”

“I’m not a monkey!” Frustrated, April keeps looking at him with the same expression, but she doesn't seem ready to give in. “And that’s rude. You are rude!”

Daryl has to stop himself from rolling his eyes, but to him, who had never seen a little girl that close, it's almost fascinating how that little monkey as he called her kept staring at him like that even though to people with common sense, he was always intimidating.

“Ya ain’t the first person who tells me that. Ya see that woman over there?” Then, he nods towards you. “Every single day, she told how rude I was.”

April looks at you for a few seconds, as if she's analyzing you, and you have to do your best not to laugh even when she looks back at Daryl.

“Is (Y/N) your sister?”

“No. She was ma damn woman.”

In a second, you slap his exposed arm, causing him to push away from you.

"What?"

“Don’t say that to a kid, you as…” You stop yourself too, exhaling before talking again. “You don’t anything about kids, don’t you?”

“I know they’re annoyin’, jus’ like this monkey.” Daryl scoffs, again, looking back at April. “Now be quiet ‘fore I make ya walk on yer own.”

For a long moment, you all remain quiet. But it is funny to think how Daryl and you spent part of your lives in the woods, because for both of you, the woods had been a way out, an escape from your reality. Daryl spent time away from home to avoid his parents, and you did too, just to avoid the cruel man your dad became when alcohol seemed to replace his blood. And when Daryl and you met, you two continued spending your time among the big trees, but without feeling so alone when you two were together.

“Were you married to (Y/N), Daryl?” April’s voice is low, unsecure, but she looks at Daryl with a sweet interest. He gulps, however, but before Daryl can answer, she's speaking again. “I don’t think Ruby was married to my dad.”

You frown, confused.

“Ruby was not your mom, darling?”

April shakes her head.

“She was, but she didn’t like me to call her mommy when we were alone. Only in front of people.”

Daryl looks at you, and you both share an even more confused look.

“Did ya meet yer dad?” He asks, softly this time.

“No.”

After that, as if a great wave of sadness suddenly covered her, April rests her cheek against Daryl's shoulder, closing her eyes. With a final look between him and you, before looking ahead, you both wonder what you two are going to do with a kid. You aren’t going to leave her, of course, but her suddenly present makes you asking yourself what to do next: supposedly, you were going to stay with Ellie and Mark for a few days, making sure to leave everything safe for them to go find Sam and Daryl's people, but now, the most logical thing is for April to stay there, with you.

But about Daryl, you are not so sure about that.

When the world gets dark, so dark it seems like it could swallow you up in a new kind of terror, you all finally reach Elli and Mark's house. The couple's place is close to the woods, and now April is next to Daryl as you open the door of what was once a convenience store, closing it behind you the moment you all step in. It's dark, but the moonlight tries to filter through the small spaces in the wood nailed to the two windows.

"I'm scared." April says softly, her little hand finding Daryl's as they walk behind you.

He squeezes it, gently.

"It's okay, baby…" You say softly. "It'll only take a minute. I promise."

But why does it feel like something is not right for you anymore? It's too quiet, like there's no trace of life there, and the feeling stays in your chest. And suddenly, in a second, you are scared to death, too. The path from the hallway to the door that connects to the house feels eternally long, but when you finally reach it and you opens it, the loneliness of the place takes your breath away. 

The single curtained window lets in a bit of moonlight, but the small room no longer feels like a pretty picture from the last century. Scared but pretending to be brave, you turn around to see April, taking Aeris in your hand to place the falcon on April's shoulder.

“April, stay here with Daryl, okay? And take care of my baby for a moment, will you?”

April nods just like Daryl, and although you can see his insecurity in his eyes, you leave the living room towards the hallway in your way to the main one at the end of it. The windowless hallway is almost like walking blindly, but you know the place too well now to know where to go. 

However, you can't stop a thousand of worries from stabbing your heart like daggers. You feel an unreasonable feeling in your body, like lead in your chest, like a hand around your throat that cuts off your breathing, but sadly, the moment you reach the open door of their room, life just stops making sense. The closed window is covered by a thick white curtain, but it lets in a small light that shines coldly over the lifeless bodies of Ellie and Mark on the bed.

In shock, you cover your mouth with a hand, but nothing comes out of it, not a scream, not a cry, nothing, only the emptiness of your soul.

"Hey, don’ look…" You feel Daryl's arms turning you around, breaking the spell in which you seemed to be immersed, holding you against him. Your fists are on his chest, and you trie to breathe in the air that is suddenly so hot, like boiling. "M’ so sorry, peach."

You rest your forehead on his chest, trying not to give up in that very second, but the feeling is so devastating that for you, giving up seems easier than thinking about moving on with your life now.

“And April?”

“She’s okay.” Daryl says softly. “Yer rat is takin’ care of her. That damn bird is a better babysitter than I could ever be.”

But even in the midst of the confusion, you're able to chuckle a little bit as you hear that constant and awful nickname.

"There are some canned peaches in the kitchen, and I'm sure April will like them. Can you give her those, please? I want to take the letter from Mark's hand before I close the door."

Daryl sighs, because he always hated seeing you suffer, in any possible way: from the time you cut your finger with the knife while cooking to when your mother died.

“I can get it for ya. Ya don’ have to go there.”

You gulp, almost hearing your own heartbeats in your ears in that lonely place that once, it was like a home for you.

“I have to. But I’ll be fine. Don't worry, okay?" You look up, trying to be brave while holding a broken gaze.

Daryl nods, but you can see the fear in his eyes.

“Don’ give up now, peach, please…” He rests his forehead against yours, one of his hands caressing your cheek for a moment. “I can’t lose ya again. Okay?”

His words are overwhelming, and the plea in his small voice is as loud as the shot of a gun, that sound that paralyze you, that makes you think you might go deaf, so you just nod, pulling apart from him. Daryl is scared, feeling lost again like the moment he left you, but he just walks away, taking with him that warmth that he was always able to share with you.

And alone again, you walk in.

Lying both on the bed, Mark is holding Ellie with one loose arm around her body, trying to protect her as he always did since they met when they were 17, until their last breath at 88 years old. And it's sad, so devastating, but at the same time is kind of sweet to think that they both left together, always together as you can see the gun in Ellie’s hand, and the wound in his head and hers.

“I love you both, so much.” Your voice falters and you feel the river of tears, threatening to fall from the edge of your eyes, but you keep them where they belong as you take the folded paper from Mark's hand. There, written in cursive, it says: To our first and most beloved daughter. "Thank you for everything, but I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. If there is a heaven, I know you two are there right now, so I hope to see you two there someday… if God is generous with me to let me in, too."

With a long sigh, you walk out of there, closing the door forever.

But when you finally reach the living room, you can see Daryl and April sitting down around the small table, facing each other while eating the canned peaches, with a small scented candle in the center. The colors of the flame are fluttering softly on the night, but when old terrors try to loom over you like the shadows of the past, like when you lost your mother and your older brother, you try to focus on the almost comical way they are arguing about what cereal is better, and that feels like a peace offering from life to make you forget the pain.

“Froot Loops is better.” April says as you sit down, as determined as a 5–year–old can be.

On the other end, on the chair, Aeris seems to observe everything but without any interest.

“How ya even know?” Daryl asks, with an incredulous expression. “Ya even know what a good cereal is?”

Frustrated, April frowns, but it's like watching an angry puppy try to fight a pit–bull.

“Of course I know! Ruby’s friend got it for me once.”

You frown, because she basically just said she never ate cereal for breakfast like a regular kid before the end of the world.

“Once...” Daryl scoffs. “I ate cereal for years growin’ up, kid, so I know damn well what I'm talkin’ ‘bout.”

April, knowing she’s losing, looks at Daryl straight in the eyes.

“Well, you are old. That’s why you know what you’re talking about.”

Daryl is getting frustrated, (not seriously, but it's like when he was arguing with his brother when they were younger) you can see it in the way he narrows his eyes at the little girl.

“Well, ya’re short, monkey. Like a lil’ baby.”

There is a moment of silent around the table, but their behavior makes you roll your eyes.

“Okay. That’s enough. Finish your food, kids, I’m tired and I want to rest.”

In a second, her terrified mind causes it to run at supersonic speed with the idea of sleeping alone, causing April to look at you in sudden fear.

"Can the three of us sleep together, (Y/N)? Please?" April's gaze softens as she looks at you, but you can see she’s scared as she looks at Daryl too. “Please, Daryl?”

She’s sweet and so beautiful that not even Daryl can fight against her, so he just sighs nodding.

A moment later and while Aeris is out there hunting her food, finding a place to sleep in the tallest trees as the falcon always does next, the little room, the little bed where you used to sleep alone is full of people now, warm bodies that reminds you that you are still alive. Lying on his right side at the other end of the bed, Daryl is looking at April, who is sleeping in the middle, on her belly and covered by an old but soft blanket, her soft breathing filling the room.

"You seemed very fatherly during the day until you started arguing with a 5–year–old girl." You say softly, laughing a little bit.

But when Daryl's eyes meet yours, he's staring at you so intently that for a moment, you fear what he's going to say.

"When we were together…" He whispers, but Daryl has to gulp the shyness in his voice. "Ya saw me as the father of our children?"

You think about it, wondering if it is okay to share your deep thoughts with him now, but there is something beautiful about the night, like a door that opens and allows you to be honest, or vulnerable without any fear.

“Yeah, I did. For a while I really thought that at some point in our lives we were going to start a family, perhaps a different one than the ones we had to live in.” You sigh, but you dare to be brave and hold his gaze. “You’re a good man, Daryl, you always were, and yeah, you have a short temper but you are a good person, really. I just wish you are able to see yourself the way I always saw you.”

Daryl wants to say something about it, desperately, but he just doesn’t know how.

“What are we gonna do with her?”

“I really don’t know.” You exhale, deeply. “I wanted to go looking for Sam, but I know is not fair to expose April to danger.”

Daryl rubs his face with one hand, too tired to think clearly.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow. Try to sleep, peach.”

You nod softly, but you know he won’t do it by himself.

“Can you sleep tonight at least? Please, Daryl?” You say, trying to use April’s sweet voice.

And Daryl loves that, but he's too shy to let you know as he scoffs instead.

“Fine.”

You chuckle, closing your eyes too, trying that, at least for a few hours, sleep takes you to a better place, far from that cold world.

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Missed Connections

Synopsis : You swear you can tolerate anything because this is an unwanted marriage to him, but why's this one hurts so much?

Word count : 2,716 and some change

pairing : Choi seungcheol x fem!reader

Genre : arranged marriage!au, contract marriage!au, strangers to *** ***** ***** to exes, angst, slight fluff.

Warnings : angst, tears, italic means person on the other side of the phone & message, chaebol!reader, chaebol!seungcheol, ceo!reader, ceo!seungcheol (not mentioned), like 1 curse word, implied cheating? (Seungcheol goes on a date because his toxic friends say so), Seungcheol is a jerk boo 🍅🍅, mentions of pregnancy (reader is pregnant), mom!reader, slight Joshua x reader, this fic does not represent his character in real life!

★ yes, i cried while writing this, Seungcheol's sucks

☆ check out my other works > main masterlist

The sun peeked through the window of his bedroom, which once was shared with you. He opens his eyes groggily, his eyes adjusting the sunlight that goes to his eyes.

Surprise, it's a word that will describe his expression right now, seeing a divorce file on his nightstand with a pen on top of the paper, lying peacefully waiting to be used by him.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles with his raspy and sleepy voice.

He thinks he might be dreaming, that when he sleeps again and opens his eyes, you're on his side while he's hugging you tightly, his morning will start with your kisses and this all was just in his head.

But it's not. When he slaps his cheek, it hurts. It feels so real.

And then, when he realised that the divorce file was real, he hurriedly searched for his phone, wanting to call the person he knew so well but also didn't.

“The divorce paper, you've already signed it? i'll pick up my stuff and take the paper with my lawyer” you said on the other side, voice sounding so enchanting but so cold, like he never heard before.

Your voice usually sounds like it's coated with warmth and sweetness, but now it's just filled with coldness.

he forgot when he first saw you, you were given the cliche title ‘ice queen’ by the employees.

“Why’s there a divorce paper on my nightstand? Why are you not here? In the bed, with me” Seungcheol said, hurt evident in his voice.

“What do you think seungcheol? you're finally free, you can go out as much as you want with your so-called friends, you don't have to worry that head more, our company will still be concerted, and the best part, you can go freely with that woman of yours” Seungcheol furrowed his eyebrows with confusion.

“Why–

you cut him off before he even speaks, “i call off our arranged marriage, Seungcheol. you said it yourself, that you, Mr. Choi, does not want this marriage from the first you saw me, and that was proven when I saw you with a woman, in a fancy restaurant, just both of you, not with anyone else and I learned the fact that your friends told you to do that.

Our arguments will lead to one of us leaving the house that once you promised we'll build together with love, and I just have to be patient. When I saw you with her, I realised that was the beginning of our marriage's downfall, so I made the decision that would not leave negative comments from everybody else, so your company will not have a backlash from the stockholders even if it's hurting me in the process.

You promised me, Choi Seungcheol. to take care of me, try to love me, and even have the audacity to tell me to be patient with your heart. I've done all of that, but what you have given me is just aching in my heart over and over again.

My friends already told me that this marriage was bad for me and will hurt me in the end, but I'm blinded by your love bombing act, and I was so naive that I thought you will ever love me back, that we will have a happy family, with 4 children, 3 boys and 1 girl. we'll live anywhere i want, you said back then.

Do you know how much I cried that night? when I saw you with her, and when I knew that you and me would never have the happy family we once planned?

That day, I was going to tell you about me getting pregnant, but I guess fate doesn't want us to be together because they know it’s better for me to hurt now than later.

Tomorrow will be the last time i'm going to go there, and the final court will be the last time I saw you” after finishing the words that you've planned to give him right when he calls you, you hung up the phone, not giving him any chance to replied because you know, when you heard his voice your heart will hurt more.

Seungcheol drops his phone onto his bed sheet. He tries to recall the memory, and when he does, there's a hard pang in his heart.

regret started to fill up his figure, and he rushed towards the bathroom to take a shower.

He's planning to meet you today to talk about your marriage, hopefully not for the last time.

“Is Mrs. Choi here?” Seungcheol said to the receptionist at your company.

She hesitates at first, then starts to speak, “i'm sorry, but it's Ms. Hong and she does not want anybody, especially you, Mr. Choi to go to her” she says.

Seungcheol has tried to call you again and again and again, determined to fix the marriage he ruined.

and his heart hurts even more when he reads your chatroom. It's him who sent the last message, and you left him on read.

You know what? you're too naive, too invested in our relationship, and that's why it's not working. Can't you be more patient? i have my own things to do

He knew he was being a jerk when he sent that to you, but back then, he's heating up because of your arguments that are constantly happening.

Tears start to fall from his eyes, all you need is love, to which he promised will give you his, he should be grateful that you still give chance after chance even though you know that he will still be like that.

he drives to your penthouse, your summer house, your cabin, and even your house, but you're not there.

as he went to his car with disappointment on his face, someone called his name.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” He freezes and it hurts. You usually call him with terms of endearment, but now you just call him by his name, which he hates so much if it's coming from your mouth.

Seungcheol runs to you. Wanted to hug you, but he halted his plan when he saw you looking at him like you used to before he was introduced by your parents as your soon-to-be husband, so cold with no emotion behind that oculus of yours.

He explains everything, telling you that his friend makes him go on lunch with the woman you saw. He even goes as far as kneeling in front of you.

“But you still go on a date with her? Even when you don't want to? i've said it to you countless times. i can tolerate anything because this is an arranged marriage, but cheating is an exception” you said while looking down at him because of his position. You don't even bother to usher him to get up from his knees. Seungcheol frowns at your words, but you're right. When his friend told him, he could refuse it, but he didn't.

His words caught up on his throat. He can't say anything anymore, because at the end of the day, he knew that his action was so sinful because for god damn sake, he's married to you!

“You're funny, Choi Seungcheol” You left him kneeling on the ground while going back to your car. You managed to hold your tears in front of him because you're not willing to let your tears fall for a boy who's not even a man.

When you're already gone with your car, Seungcheol gets up to his knees, and he realises that he hasn't even asked about the baby.

“Don't worry, my love, mommy will protect you, no matter what” you said while caressing your baby bump.

It's been approximately 4 months of your pregnancy, and 4 months since you're not on the same roof with Seungcheol.

You know you'll stress out yourself if you stay in that house, and you can't risk that.

You've been staying in a hotel for the past months, but luckily for you, your sister-in-law has a 5 star hotel, so you won't have to search for it.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

The first court is today, and you're going there with your lawyer and your sister-in-law (Soo-jung) because she says she wants to help you, and you thanked her for that.

You show up with a white dress, black blazer, your Jimmy choo pumps, and white birkin as the cherry on top.

Seungcheol saw you with adoration in his eyes, thinking, Why can't he see you like this when your marriage is still there?

He doesn't want to make eye contact with anyone with you and yourself, but when he does make an eye contact with Soo-jung or you he will divert his eyes to look somewhere that isn't you or her.

He's scared, what even your family will think about his family, about him? after he hurt you and you being pregnant was not helping.

Now it's your final court. This time, you dress differently, you're wearing white shorts, a brown thin belt, soft-pink Ralph Lauren button-up, a white lady dior, and a white slingback kitten heels with your baby bump that's already showing.

He feels guilt start building up in his body when the judge knocks his hammer three times, and he's trying his best not to spill his tears every second now.

he hears several footsteps going to him when he looks at you with his tear filled eyes.

you open your mouth while crossing your hands in front of your chest, then you speak, “Take care of your health, don't eat junk food like you liked to, this baby will get a new father soon, but i will still introduce you to them”

As soon as you finish your sentence, you start to walk away with your lawyer, brother, and sister-in-law (who gives him a disappointed and angry look).

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

It's been years since your divorce, but Seungcheol is still a mess. He can't blame anyone but himself for this one.

After the divorce, he cut all of his friends who told him to go on a date that day. He’s in denial for years, even when he knows that they're giving a bad influence to him.

He goes on a lot of interviews, and he never fails to mention you in his interview, hoping you will see him on tv shows and better yet, with his child.

You, on the other hand, are already living your best life with your son, you’ve given birth to him 4 and a half years ago, and now he's your most favorite person in this universe.

You decide to move to Switzerland when Minjun– your son (Hong Minjun, Edward Hong) turns 1 year old.

There you met Minjun's dad, who happens to have the same surname as yours, Joshua Hong or Hong Jisoo because that's his Korean name.

You hesitate at first to be in a commitment because of your past, but Joshua makes it clear that you can trust him, and everything will be fine.

Joshua is a gentleman, a man who you dreamed off everytime you doze off, a man of words and action, and you really want Minjun to be like him when he's older.

Minjun characteristics start showing up lately, and just as you expected, he's already being a mini gentleman to you, and the manner that you and Joshua taught him is prominent with his actions and words.

You're proud of him, and you finally get your highest dream.

Having a happy family has been your dream for as long as you can remember, even when Joshua's not Minjun's biological father, but he acts like one and Minjun, too, acts like Joshua's biological son.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Joshua decided that this month he and you will go back to Korea for the Christmas holiday, because for the last 3 years it's always been your family to come to Switzerland.

You can't forget how happy your parents and your brother's family look when they see you coming home with Minjun and Joshua.

“I miss my daughter so much. How have you been, sweetheart?” your mother said while hugging you, which you replied with a ‘i'm fine, mother’ and a wide smile on your face.

The next day, you're going to have a visit to your company in Seoul, and so you bring Minjun with you because Joshua is having a meeting and probably will be back at dawn.

“Minjun, are you excited to see mommy's office?” you ask Minjun when the light goes red, which Minjun replies with an excited nod and wide grins, “yes! I am so excited!” Minjun said with Korean and an accent.

The security, receptionist and your workers still remember you, they even try to get in a conversation with Minjun which brings a smile to your face.

“Minjun, will you wait here in Mommy's office while Mommy is getting our lunch?” you said while crothed to his height and holding both of his tiny hands.

Minjun nodded at your words, “can i play with secretary Jeon Mommy?” he asked, and this time it's your turn to nod your head, “yes, you can”

You already told your secretary to watch Minjun, so you don't need to worry.

You walk to the café near your company building, it's been your favorite place since you moved to this branch of your company.

When you get your order, you take a seat on the side of the road.

Not so long after, there's someone who sat in front of you, and when you saw him you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What are you doing here, Seungcheol?” The same question from those years threw Seungcheol off guard, the bad memories he never wants to remember.

“This used to be, or is it still your favorite place to go for lunch, and i miss you so i came here, what i didn't expect is you're going to be here” Seungcheol said, there's defeated plastered on his face.

“How's your life?” You begin, so the tension can be lowered a bit.

“Messed up, after our divorce. How's yours?” he replied with simplicity.

“Amazing. He's 4 and a half now, his name is Hong Minjun and since i'm not living in Korea he uses his foreign name too, Edward Hong” you said referring to the baby you carried when you're getting a divorce with him.

“Where is he?”

“Playing with secretary Jeon”

“I think i can't do this anymore, I'm sorry, i was an asshole back then. I swear I changed! just give me a chance, please” Desperate sounds so clear, and you look at him in disapproval.

“I have given you chances, over and over, but you throw it away like it meant nothing”

Even after you replied to him with that, he still begged you to come back to him, tears in his eyes mirroring how desperate he is.

He is still doing it until someone calls your name and a little boy runs to you, calling you mommy.

That's when he realised in front of him is his son, that he failed to protect.

And when he gets up when he sees you do the same, he turns his head to the man who calls your name.

There's when his heart drops to his stomach, thoughts running a hundred miles per hour, thinking of the worst scenario in his head, that the man in front of him is your—

“Y/n's husband, Joshua Hong”

Your husband, and that means he never got the chance to make you his anymore.

The tension can be seen by anyone passing by, an ex-husband who hurt his ex-wife deeply, and the current husband who treats his wife like a princess.

Joshua breaks the awkward silence after Seungcheol introduces himself with, “Let’s go, my love, your mother sends a location to the restaurant we're going to eat for lunch” with a smile that Seungcheol swears he wants to rip from Joshua’s kind face.

You replied to Joshua with a smile, and you three excuses yourself from Seungcheol and went to Joshua’s car.

Seungcheol had his heart broken again, and the reason is still the same.

You.

Oh, there's addition for the cause of his broken heart.

You and Minjun.

[thedollydiaries]

Can you do William and Afab!Reader snugglefucking?

snugglefucking 🥺🫶

i hope this is to your tastes sweet nonnie <3

MINORS DNI !!

william afton x afab!reader

word count: 450

warnings: soft smut, snugglefuck, very very light dubcon/somnophilia (reader is like half asleep and consent is not direclty given but is implied/refrenced consent has been arranged beforehand), 18+, probably ooc william afton bc it's soft (they're both sleepy)

a/n: i'm a virgin and that's probably gonna be very obvious from how i write smut, my only experience with sex is the fact that i've been reading fanfics since i was 10 so literally 10, almost 11 years💀 that said, please bear with me >.< as always, reader is afab and referred to with some "fem" petnames, but identifying gender is not specified.

a/n 2.0: also i wrote this at my grandparents' house while tipsy💅

a/n 3.0: soooooo all the stuff i wrote while drunk at my grandparents' house got deleted because tumblr is a lil BITCH and ngl i forgot most of what i wrote so i hope this version is okay. i may come back and rewrite this again and make it a little longer just because i feel awful about taking so long to get this out

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your eyes were still blurry with sleep in the early morning as you felt your husband slipping your underwear down your legs as he laid behind you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he slid the obstructing fabric off your body.

you glanced over to check the time, 04:46. you supposed william had woken for work and was feeling rather needy, taking advantage of your previously established arrangement. one both of you took advantage of often.

"mornin' darling, didn't mean to wake you." a lie.

"morning will.. 's okay."

"just relax for me, sweet."

and with his voice so sweet and husky, hoarse with the grogginess of having just woken minutes before you, how could you not relax? his touch moving slowly up your thigh, teasing you just so, before he places a calloused finger to your clit, rubbing slow and teasing circles.

a soft hum of pleasure escapes your lips at his sensual touch, spurring the brit on more. his finger slipping down to slip inside you, curling the digit against the spongy spot deep inside you.

"that's it sweetheart, takin' it so well..." william muttered into your ear lowly as he pressed kisses and nibbles to your neck, slipping a second finger into your throbbing cunt.

william relished in the sounds of your sleepy moans, hips bucking into his hands slightly as he drove his fingers into you at a languid pace. the lewd sounds of your slick against his palm filling both your ears.

feeling his long fingers slip out of you, you let out a broken whine at the loss, only to be met with the feeling of his tip pressing to your core.

"shh, don't complain angel. quit your whining, i'll give you what you want."

"will, please..." you gasped out, begging him so sweetly for something he wasn't even denying you.

william lifts one of your legs gently, moving it back just so to place it back on his thigh as he pushed himself up into you from behind, making sure to go slow as he pushed in, wanting both to be careful with you as well as torture you with his sluggish pace.

soft, broken moans leave both your lips as he slowly pushes in, taking his sweet time bottoming out. once he does he starts a slow, torturous drag, in and out, in and... out.

"fuck, doll. feels good, nice and tight for me, yeah?" william grunts into your ear, his right hand coming down and sliding across your front, making it's way down your stomach to meet your clit once more.

you could never tire of waking up like this, and perhaps you'd have to return the favour tomorrow.

[andy-kuramy]

Teen!José Kanzaki

+ José is currently studying 5th Year in a private high school on Mexico!

+ Has changed highschools at least 10 times in one year because of his father (gets bombarded with fans asking him to ask his father to Sign things for them, and even with his chill attitude, his father didn't wanted him to endure all of that while studying)

+ Hates using the complete uniform of his highschool (Tie, vest, long sleeve shirt, and black moccasins/dressing shoes) constantly taking off his tie and vest, only using his shirt with a few buttons undone

+ And yet, José's teachers never dress code him.

+ Possibly because every time a teacher is around, his vest and tie come out of his backpack in less than a blink of an eye and are back on him.

+ "Failing" Math and science with a beautiful C (2/4 or 10/20 if you want to see it in a bigger scale).

+ Meanwhile, having a field day with physical education and history with surprising A's (4/4 or 20/20).

+ Uses brackets on his upper teeth thanks to an incident while Training .

+ He basically got a bad hit on his mouth and the thing developed like this:

"My teeth hurt now..."

"Dude, let me see your mouth, your dad will kill me if I knocked one of your teeth out of your mou-"

"No no no, I'm fine, just let me go wash my mouth and wait for the pain to go away."

"José, don't be stubborn, come and let me see what happened to you."

"Does it look bad?"

".....You're going to want to kill me"

"More than I already want?"

"Look in the mirror..."

+ Then, the chaos unleashed in the bathroom thanks to an stubborn José wanting to punch the hell out of his friend while screaming at him "......SON OF A BITCH YOU PUSHED MY TEETH BACK".

+ His dad wasn't that happy when he took José to the dentist that day.

+ After that, José uses brackets to fix his teeth, mainly to avoid problems with his bite rather than "have a perfect smile".

+ Still as passionate about wrestling like his adult counterpart, staying up late watching the matches while studying (Tends to give more of his attention to the match till a commercial break appears).

+ Some times gets teased about his brackets (light or medium tease intensity, not to the point of being something of every day), if he isn't feeling that well, he will cover his mouth while talking for a few minutes before speaking normally again.

+ The kind of classmate that:

1) Will forget if you have a test tomorrow.

2) Won't study because he also forgot.

3) Will ask you at 5 in the morning if you studied for the test that he didn't told you.

4) As soon as you tell him that you didn't study he will just accept his fate of re doing the test later on the week.

+ Besides that (and the fact that he loses the track of time very easily while helping you study) He is a decent classmate 6/10 in friend material.

+ If you need a shoulder to rest or a house to spend time, José is already opening his door and telling you to leave your backpack on the couch without any interest.

+ Overall, a decent classmate yet a good friend once you leave the highschool grounds ♡.

So, the first one in the Au is out! :3 I really didn't know how to structure this post since I had too many ideas for José that I mayyybe delayed this for a while.

The good thing is that I finally did it! If you want to ask something about the Au or want to help me with designing/Writing the Hc's for any character, slide into my DM'S or my ask's! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍)

Also, The poll to draw the next character is here, in case you want to help decide!

Who is next?

[daxerian]

Out of all, you are my favourite flower

Mick Shumacher x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, and my wonderful grammar😜

Words: it's 3:20am please, this info is too much to ask for

A/N: So basically I'm kinda sick rn again😻🤞🏼 and I was too lazy to write another fic but here I am at 3:20am ❤️

Also I read every comment, inbox message, etc. And I am so incredibly greatful for the ideas, sweet messages and all❤️❤️ and I will be writing soon enough the ideas you guys left on here ‼️ and take care, stay hydrated and don't lose your lip balm!!! Now enjoy reading 🧁

Mick Schumacher dashed into the quiet flower shop, his racing heart matching his hurried footsteps. He had promised his friend a gift for the birthday party they were attending, but in his rush, he had forgotten to buy one. His eyes scanned the vibrant display of blooms, searching for the perfect gift.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?" a sweet voice called out from behind the counter. "Um, well yes! I'm attending a birthday party and I forgot to buy a gift in all that rush, would you mind helping in any sort of way?" Mick was honestly surprised he could say more than one sentence without stuttering because, in his eyes, he was talking to the most beautiful woman ever to walk on earth.

"Well, to save you some time, you can pick one of the pre-made flowers we made this morning or you could pick some flowers and we can do a custom bouquet for you." Y/N softly told Mick the two options he could pick from with a smile on her face. "If we did a custom one, how long would it take?" Mick asked her, "About 10 minutes? It also depends on what kind of bouquet and how many types of flowers you want" Y/N once again answered softly with a happy face.

"Ooh, I'm afraid I don't have a lot of time to wait out for that custom one" Mick told her, "Oh, no worries! You can take a look and pick out one of the pre-made ones" Y/N told Mick with this tone in her voice that made Mick feel this weird but in a good way..

"These are all so beautiful too, which one do you like the most?" Mick asked Y/N, of course, he would go with the classic red roses but he wanted to talk to her more, "Well I would choose the one with peonies and irises, since it's giving such a fresh look and never looks bad anywhere you know? And it's also one of my favorites so that's the other reason" Mick listened to Y/N carefully, making mental notes to himself that Y/N likes peonies and irises together.

"I'll gladly take them then" Mick smiled while looking at her. "Perfect choice! That would be 27 euros" Y/N told him. Mick paid, thanked Y/N for her time and was now rushing to the party destination.

"Honey, I bet he's gonna come soon again" Y/N's colleague and friend, Layla, told her once Mick left the shop. "And what do you mean by that Lala?" Y/N asked Layla with curiosity in her. "He was looking at you like you were some kind of goddess, and with these big love heart eyes" Layla was now excited to tease her friend a bit, since she only told the truth, she could have all that fun in the world.

"He wasn't! He needed help and I helped him, that's part of our job you know?" Y/N told her, trying to deny the fact that Mick was looking at her like that. "Now what exactly are you trying to deny?" Layla asked Y/N, raising her eyebrow because she saw all of those lovie-dovie looks he was giving her friend. "Nothing Lala! I'm just saying the basic facts, he needed help and that's what I did, helped him" Y/N told her.

"So you are telling me that a man that's in a rush stops his spinning world just to talk to you more? Girl, you know damn well that if someone is in a rush they just pick out these pre-made flowers that we put our souls into, pay and leave, running to their destination so they can look like they are on time. And that man stopped his rush mode to listen to you, to adore your passion about this whole flower business, and I'm telling you, he'll come back soon" Layla just told her friend the truth, she wanted Y/N to understand that the stranger that came to the shop was gonna return, for her.

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2 weeks passed and Layla was right. Mick Schumacher was back in the flower shop again, but this time more chilled with no intention of rushing to get somewhere. "Hello, how was your day so far?" Mick asked Y/N with a smile on his face, "Welcome again! I'm feeling perfect, what can I help you with today?" Y/N was happy to see Mick back in the shop, but she also knew that Layla wouldn't shut up about how right she was.

"Could we do a custom bouquet today?" Mick asked, "I hope we don't have to rush it this time" Y/N laughed a bit, bringing up the situation from 2 weeks ago. "No rush today" Mick laughed alongside her, oh how pretty she looked with her hair down. He thought to himself, "So a special bouquet for somebody, who might that person be?" Y/N asked him, to know a bit about the person she's gonna be making a bouquet for, because it can't be just good, it needs to be perfect.

"For my mum, she's visiting after what seems like a long time" Mick answered her question, having this cheeky smile on. "A special bouquet for a special person then," Y/N told him. "Yeah, and she likes roses kinda classic but I don't want to get her only roses, and I have no idea what goes with them" Mick told her. "They go along with a lot of types of flowers, one of the more fresh combos that I recommend to people are these pinkish roses with daisies and dahlias but maybe, for a more classic red rose bouquet, you could just do with a few baby's-breath, the little white flowers."

Mick listened, he could honestly listen to her talking about different types of flowers all day and wouldn't get tired of it."Let's do the fresh one you like to recommend to people" Mick told her, "Okay, perfect" and just like that Y/N started working her magic on the flowers. "So, I never quite caught your name?" Mick told her, "It's Y/N" She answered him, not looking at him but only focusing on the flowers. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman" Mick told her while truly admiring her, he never met anybody with such a dedication and love towards flowers. And that's what made him like her, adore her, love her.

"What's your name" Y/N asked him, "Mick" "That's a very beautiful name, Mick" Y/N looked at him and gave him a soft smile before continuing her job. And the two of them made a small talk, got to know each other a bit more and then came the time when Mick had to pay and leave. "28€ today" Y/N told Mick, "There you go, and thank you so much again Y/N" Mick told her after he paid, "No problem, I hope your mum will like them" Y/N told him before they told each other goodbyes.

"And you didn't believe me, honey" Layla told her, feeling proud of herself that Mick had come again. "You should start listening to me more" she also added. "I will listen to you more than ever before Queen Lala" Y/N told her friend.

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*time skip to like a year later cause I don't have the energy to write everything 😔*

After months of being friends, Mick finally got brave enough to ask Y/N to be his girlfriend and of course, she said yes. (My dream fr, sorry) Now the two of them were having a lazy evening in Mick's apartment, a movie they weren't paying attention to and just focusing on each other's company. "You know Mick, out of all, you are my favourite flower" Y/N told him, "And you are my favourite thrilling memory, Meine Liebe"

❤️❤️

[runabout-river]

So, I have an old Fanfiction.net account where I posted my german fanfics ages ago, before I stopped writing fic for years. I picked it up again two years ago, this time in English and on Ao3.

About once a year though, I will get a message from FFN about a comment on an old fic or about a German Beta reading request. (I also got update notifications for the fics I followed for the longest time but those have stopped for 3 years or so.)

The latest beta request I got and accepted is this massive undertaking a German speaker took on translating english fics, and I'm helping out with that. The beta reading happens on googledocs but the communication happens on FFN and that made me feel nostalgic.

And I know FFN's quality had gone down and I know I had my reasons for going over to Ao3 but I thought 'Why Not' and decided to just make a new account on FFN and post my current fic there as well :D

To make this short and readable, the rest of the story is in list form:

exploring FFN's interface again was pretty nostalgic, especially when I uploaded my word document onto the site instead of having to copy/paste my fic onto it

The terms of service were just as I remembered them but only now did I fully realize how restrictive they are, especially the part about the publsihed authors who don't want fanfic of their work. Badly spelt or badly written fics in the grammar sense aren't allowed either and I think that aspect of FFN is following me until today

There was a waiting period for posting fic and other stuff, which is fine, every site has their own way to deal with spam

THEY DO NOT DEAL WITH THEIR SPAM

so I uploaded one of my oneshots just to see what would happen. It's for a newish anime (JJK) and while it is pretty far down their list in terms of works, it still has nearly 2k so I thought 'fine, could be worse'.

The next morning I wake up to 5 reviews and 6 PMs, ALL of it of the "I'll make art for your fic" spam variety except for one that looked like an AI summary of my fic.

I wasn't bothered by it because I deal with spam sometimes on Ao3 and I didn't have high expectations for that fandom on FFN anyway so I go to work deleting the comments and blocking the people who sent them to me

The blocking works even though its cumbersome

But I'll tell you how I nearly ripped my hair out trying to find the delete button for the spam reviews. I found the "mark as abuse/spam" button but I looked everywhere for the delete one. Just. To. Find. Out... they don't have one D:

so maybe I never realized (and/or forgot) that FFN doesn't allow you to delete reviews because I was writing in a niche language years ago, but that's... that's punitive. That goes so hard against my current fanfic sensibilities and climate of a hobby you engage in with fun and a relaxed attitude, but FFN already said at the beginning, they want to make a good writer out of you so you will check your grammar and spelling and you will listen to criticism you'll better hope is constructive.

Illuminating times these last few days

I'm not waiting for FFN staff to delete those spam "reviews", I'm waiting on more spam people to write to me so I can block them before I delete the fic and repost it. I'll put a few more oneshots there later, too, and see how it goes. I might give up on this new account alltogether as well.

And that was my adventure in venturing out to old places again. As a side note: if you get into old media you should visit FFN and look around there for fic, too. You won't find most of their collections anywhere else.

This looks like it would interest @olderthannetfic and @ao3commentoftheday

[melonmusiv]

HEYHEY ITS ME AGAIN! I wanted to request another little thing...👉🏼👈🏼 (If it's not too much, ofc!) Could you maybe do the reactions to saying 'I love you' with a forehead kiss (towards them)? And I am taking care of myself! Again- have a nice day/night and make sure to eat and drink enough😋🫶🏼

DXMON

Mmmmmmmwahh !!

[ Kissing the Dxmon boys on their foreheads, paired with an "I love you!"

♡•.°*☆•.°

A/N ♡ HALLOOOOO I'm here with. This request as well !!1!!!!!11!!!1 thank u for giving me ideas because I sure as hell was nawt able to think of any........ ermmm but yess I hope you have a good day/night as well :3 hopefully this is to ur liking, its so late where I am and I'm lowkey half asleep 😣 also I am writing the other requests I've gotten so I might be posting again l8r tonight ????? Idk idk

Warnings ♡ ummmm cringe. Not proofread, and was written in a very short amount of time 😞 probably some mistakes in there....

☆•.° Minjae is a sucker for small, intimate displays of affection, so forehead kisses are right up his alley. But paired with an "I love you" as well ?! He might just pass out !! He replies with an I love you too without missing a beat, giving you a kiss back on your temple.

☆•.° Seita is flustered. It was so.... inoccent..... so lovely..... he's in love ♡.... Seita thinks you're already so cute, so when you decide to be even cuter by pulling something like this all he can think is o.m.g !!! He'll just stare at you with his cute lil smile until you say something lolol. "Are you gonna say I love you too?" "You already know I love you. You're the cutest ever. Can you kiss me on the lips this time?"

☆•.° Youngseo is caught so off guard. It's like you get cuter every day... a forehead kiss paired with the 3 words he loves to hear from you might send him into cardiac arrest tbh.. literally his favorite thing in the world. Won't hesitate to cry an I love you too! Before he snatches you up in a tight hug 🫂.

☆•.° Taekyu thinks it's cute and won't hesitate to let you know. He may get shy easily, but he livesssss for making you even shyer. He'll grab the sides of your face, whispering "I love you too." Before he commences the most flustering, life changing, jaw dropping kiss he's ever given you 😣. Afterwards, though, he's bright red and tries to run away once the realization settles in. Where'd all that confidence go?

☆•.° Minjun thinks he just fell in love all over again..... especially if this is taking place early in the morning, right after he wakes up. Literally starts giggling because he just thinks you're adorbs. Pulls you into a very tight hug, rolling around with you in his arms. "You're just so cute !" Cue the very annoyingly loud sound effects he makes as he kisses wherever he can reach. "Minjun, aren't you gonna say I love you back ?!" "Omg I forgot.... I love you toooooo ♡."

☆•.° Junseong is caught way off guard... you two almost never say I love you... do you want something from him? Hmmm.... once you are able to beat the allegations of you trying to bribe him with your cute acts of affection, he's all for it. Kisses your cheeks, his hands gently rubbing your arms. "I looooovee you too."

Baiiiiii

[12thhouse-sun]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

@lanafofana threw glitter on me and then ran away therefore I am required to follow through with these shenanigans (love youuuu)

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

Eight!!! Hopefully more soon!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

67, 826

3) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you're at the top of my lungs Gale x f!tav events of bg3 longfic!

fine art Gale x f!Tav emotional post-game smut plus some gale teasing

three's a party TWO, count em, TWO simulacrum threesomes

Axioms of heavenly bodies; an intimate analysis of systems unknown and the pleasures contained therein cute Gale x f!tav modern au smutty oneshot

a bene placito Gale x f!Tav married morning sex, cockwarming, etc

4) What fandoms do you write for?

Baldur's Gate 3 for now. Maybe I'll eventually get inspired enough to write some Dragon Age (Veilguard specifically, or maybe even Inqusition if I keep playing???)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to! As a writer seeing a comment brings me THE MOST joy and so i want to thank each and every one of you for being there. And also as a reader, I love when the author responds esp if it leads to whole-ass convos. I've actually made friends this way!

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhhhhh the published WIPs I have right now I plan on having happy endings. And a few of the unpublished ones as well. There are a few early-draft WIPs that I'm considering a more angsty end direction, but there's so much angst fodder in Gale and Poppy's stories already, that I like the angst being throughout and then putting them back together.

But never say never!

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess Axioms? Because of the love confession, multiple orgasms, etc etc. Again, my published multi-fic chapters have yet to get to the ending so ask me again once both are finished lmao

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! And if I get any I will cry

9) Do you write smut?

hehehehehehehehehe

10) Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet, and don't have any in mind at the moment, even as just a loose idea. The closest idea that I have is a modern au bg3 fic where a local theater is putting on Heathers. Gale plays JD. I will not elaborate further lmao. OH I ALMOST FORGOT and a My Big Fat Greek Wedding idea but Gale is Toula lmao.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? I hope not :sob:

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of but if anyone's interested PLEASE LET ME KNOW I'D LOVE TO CHAT

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Not yet! But the girlies and I chat enough about our blorbos where maybe something will happen @dr-demi-bee Miri and Poppy crossover fic? Maybe?

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh god. The Doctor and Rose, probably.

15) What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Lmao all of them, ideally! I'd love to finish YATTOML because it's THE bg3 story and I know where I want it to go, I just need to sit down and write it. I also have a modern college au that I have big feelings about and would love to start publishing (ONCE IT"S DONE).

16) What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I nail Gale's voice and that I write very good smut. Other than that, I'm not sure? Maybe I should start asking for more explicit feedback lmao.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I can't focus on one fic at a time for long enough to contribute anything productive. Hence why I feel like I haven't published anything substantial in ages.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I think it's great, though I'd be too nervous to actually give it a go beyond a phrase here or there. I don't want the native speakers to be taken out of it. I love reading it as a reader, though.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Baldur's Gate 3!!!!

20) Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh geez. Probably Axioms. I shared ONE snippet of an idea in the server and everyone was like MOAR PLEAAAASE and so I turned one snippet into a whole 6.8k word thing. It was the first time I really captured Gale's voice and there's something about it that's really comforting. Also Tara and Hey There Delilah lmao.

Lana glitter-tagged the whole server so I will add (no pressure obvs) @pouroverpaloma @tociminna @thecurlyginger

[ryethebrokengae]

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x College student reader[Head Cannon]

CW: Early-mid twenties American reader. Gender neutral, although all my writing is intended for trans masc nonbinary people. Explicitly romantic relationships, minor mention of NSFW activities.

§ At first Soap doesn't notice the lessened frequency of your texts while he's deployed. Nor does he notice how you start responding to his texts in the middle of the night.

§ Because of the stress of the first weeks of school you completely blank on reminding him you started classes again.

§ Our pretty boy Soap is so so smart, but so so stupid as we know (and love). And for the first week or two he forgets to do the time zone math and doesn't realize you've mainly been texting him in the early hours of the morning.

§ But when he does finally realize you better bet your pretty ass he's calling you to ask about it.

§ His worry only increasing when you don't answer his calls.

§ Until you finally respond, expect texts and missed calls from him during any and all free time he has between missions.

§ When you finally do text him back he's calling you immediately. "Bonnie what on earth is going on? Why haven't you been answering me?"

§ You'd sigh out a laugh, suddenly remembering that you forgot to tell him.

§ Once you explain that it's just school tiring you out and you've been up late studying these past two weeks he calms down slightly. Although still worried about your well being.

§ I feel like Soap is the kinda boyfriend to try and set up automatic alarms/reminders for you to eat and drink something. But after asking Gaz to help and spending 3 hours trying to figure it out. He settles for just texting you when he can, to drink water and eat something nutritious.

§ On the weekends when he's free he'd face time you and force you to take a break from studying. Him knowing you're probably pushing yourself to try and keep up with the classes.

§ And on said face times he makes sure to keep your mind off your classes and studies to the best of his extent. [Even if that means getting a lil' spicy]

§ When he's finally on leave he'd get home to find you sprawled out on the floor with notes all around you and your laptop open to one of your textbooks.

§ His heart would just break seeing you so stressed and over worked

§ He'd definitely frown and step over all your notes carefully so he doesn't mess them up and hover over you until you open your eyes to see him.

§ Once you do you'd be so excited. You'd give him an exhausted grin and make grabby hands at him, having missed him so.

§ The comfort of finally having your sweet boyfriend back home during all the stress of classes is just what you needed.

§ Soap would chuckle and, having already dropped his bags by the front door, heave you up into his arms and walk you both into the bedroom. Before flopping back on the bed with you on top of him.

§ He'd have you forcefully(not really, you love it) glued to his side for at least the next week. When you don't have classes of course. As much as he would love to keep you all to himself he knows it would just up the amount of stress with you having to make up so much work.

§ If you had to go to campus for your classes he'd go with you and read a book or sketch something while sitting outside your classrooms for you. Knowing just his presence in the same building as you would help with your stress levels.

§ I'm not gonna get too into it, but we all know at least a few of your peers would hit on Johnny. He'd easily brush them off though. Ignoring them in favor of either wrapping his arms around you when you come out of class, or taking your backpack for you.

A/N: I hope to eventually do this same concept for Ghost, John, and Gaz but this is what you get for now. I think next I'll do a head cannon of one of our 141 boys with a chronic pain/autistic reader who's also in school.

Anyway, I'll do my best to keep posting. As I'm sure you can guess I just started classes again so I'm super tired and stressed. I'll see y'all next time though. Hope you enjoy it!

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part four)

kendall roy x fem reader

note: sorry i haven't been posting!! I've been kinda busy with uni and some other stuff

summary: it's the day where kendall finds out about your transfer to, not his dad, not shiv, but his brother roman; oh the many emotions that will build up once he finds out about this decision of yours.

parts: pt.1 // pt.2 // pt.3

content/warning: angst?/ fluff, degrading from roman? jealousy

You knew what effects it would have on kendall, being now the assistant of roman, in this case, knowing his history, he's not the type of person you would want to work with; kinda gross, pretty mean to his employees, actually that's pretty much everyone in the Roy family, but doesn't empathize that much like the rest, although he does from time to time, and oh, he has a type, but mostly has it for everyone he works with. Those are a few reasons why kendall will find this infuriating.

It's the next morning, and you're sleeping still; it was a long night of course. In your sleep, you were dreaming about being alone, in an abandoned city, no one in sight, full of green and large buildings surrounding you, nothing but yourself out there, until, you turn around and there it was kendall, kissing a mysterious woman behind you, so you tried to avoid it and started running, and as you may know, running in a dream, not really easy; may I also add, you were half naked, the dream was turning into a nightmare almost, kendall and the mysterious woman started to laugh at you, and you couldn't escape even when you had a whole city you could run around to. In conclusion, insecurity: check.

There was tho, an unfamiliar sound in that dream, like buzzing; The sound turned out to be from your phone, your eyes open, and immediately tried to grab the cellphone thinking it was an alarm, however, it wasn't an alarm, it was someone calling you; you rub your eyes, attempting to get your sight straight, you got out of bed, cleared your throat, and answered the call. "yes... who's this?" It was an unknown number. "wakey wakey dummy... uuh sorry I think I shouldn't talk to you like that from now on." You stand up from your bed, it made you react, it was roman on the other side. "I'm calling from an unknown number because someone tried to kill me and-" Roman starts chuckling, you weren't that amused with his attempted joke, as he tries to stop to compose himself so that he could continue talking to you. "sorry, I think this new decision of yours, made my life a little more interesting, this call by the way it's from my driver's phone, I forgot mine at my office-" Everything from last night were a bit of a blur. "wait- sorry, what... decision?" You didn't want to look unprofessional but you had to ask anyway. "I'm pretty sure it's you working for me? don't you remember?" You froze, as you connected those blurry fragments from when you were about to go to sleep, writing that email to roman. "right! yeah sorry, I just woke up, I remember." You did recall writing roman addressing your needs to transfer, of course, all because of kendall; that you do remember, he even appeared in your dream. "...sure, so I'll be there at my office shortly, you should be there too." You didn't know if you were crazy or if roman's voice was sounding mischievous, as if he was planning an evil scheme, but again, you were the one planning the whole thing.

Walking your way to Waystar, you kept thinking if this was the right call, was this revenge? trying to hurt kendall? or just to avoid him? The only thing you know is that it came over you just like that, last night; so, if deciding in a matter of second the need to be away from kendall, must be because of something.

You finally get to roman's office, he greets you first. "oh hey hey, come on in, quick." He didn't even let you speak for that matter, he was also very quiet, and quickly closed the door behind as soon as you stepped in. "so?... sorry, i really do wanna ask, how did he take it? did he start punching into walls or talked like an idiot... I am hurt, what you did wasn't cool, it wasn't, I didn't like it-" Roman was mimicking kendall in a mockingly way, as you stood still in front of him, analysing the situation. "... don't know why he's so direct and serious when confronting someone, he's a weird guy I must say, my poor brother." You zone back in. "hold on... what do you mean? I didn't tell him anything." Roman eyes lit up with excitement but he's brows showed confusion. "what do you mean you didn't tell him? he doesn't actually knows you're not his assistant anymore? that's- I feel like that's mean, was it supposed to be mean? or you just forgot?" Roman hit you with a hundred questions at a time, you back off a little bit. "all i can say, is that it was personal, and for even that reason, I decided to transfer, to you." Roman mockingly gasps as if he has heard the most interesting gossip. "I guess I misjudged you after all." You could read his face and whole body as he leaned closer, and his pupils dilated, that he was, flirting? It was surprising, but for some reason, you didn't want to stop him. You were hurt enough from yesterday to know you shouldn't let yourself hide crawled inside a cacoon; no, you let it flow. And because of that, roman seemed a bit stunned with your attitude, which it was, not stopping him. "mhm... weird you didn't fall back... you must really be touch deprived." holy shit. That's all you could think of.

As this weird tension was building up, someone stormed in the office, it was Kendall, you didn't think you would see him this early. You pushed yourself away from roman right after he walked in, you were on edge, mouth sealed, with eyes wide open. "roman what the hell it's this text you-" Kendall looked up, and sees you, he becomes speechless. He tries to slowly get closer to you, to say hi, and to talk; but you back away with your head bent down. Roman steps in the middle. "sorry bro, she's not yours anymore, I am in charge here." Kendall felt really jumbled with roman's cocky statement. "wha- what do you mean? is this what the text was about... hey, y/n what's happening here?" His eyes were looking at you when asking to you, but you were looking down the whole time. "yeah... it seems she's not answering to you, only to me." Roman shrugs, he's enjoying this. "you're gonna need to leave we have work to do, do you mind?" Roman slightly pushes kendall out of the room, as kendall tries to stay inside, couldn't take his eyes off of you, waiting for the slightest info to come from you. When roman got him to the door, he tells him to look at him, as he quietly speaks. "it wasn't my decision here, sorry to disappoint you, but it looks like someone preferred better quality time..."

Kendall frowns, his whole face is pure sadness, however, you didn't know, that his heart shattered a little bit, on the outside, on the inside tho, big time. His mind kept circulating back to last night, if he was crushed then, imagine this right moment. He began to feel in denial, of everything he was going through, he didn't need to be heartbroken, but here we are. Roman was waiving at him from behind the glass, as kendall felt pressured to leave, but again, hasn't taken his eyes off of you, hoping you two could lock eyes at any moment. For you, it wasn't revenge anymore, it was hurtful, for both of you, but, you have made your decision, it was too late to back up. Right before kendall left, he stopped staring from the other side of the glass, as he felt low-spirited, walking down the other way, with much less energy. "wasn't it too much?..." You asked roman feeling really guilty. Roman still watching his brother leaving that floor. "uuh- probably... can't believe he still gets sad like that." Roman did felt bad about it, but still kept on teasing his brother. He turns to you and focuses back again. "so, long story short, mostly it's just calls and coffee, I have other people who does more important stuff like that." Hopefully you didn't just downgrade your payment.

You were all day following around roman, and thankfully, he was easy on you, you thought it would be worse, but your mind wasn't at all calm, since yesterday. As for today, you've been distracting yourself a lot. "hellooo... come back- is your battery dead or something... hey!" Roman claps right in front of your face; you jumped and came out of trance. "sorry... I heard you, and yes, I've made that call this morning, she said said they would be glad to meet and make arrangements." Roman smirks, feels like a winner. "great... stay here, I've gotta do something else." You had no idea was roman was talking about, but it didn't sound too important, so you didn't care and stayed put, scrolling through your phone. At one point something catches your eye, you looked sideways, where the bathroom where, at the end of the hall; it was kendall going inside. It triggered you seeing him, you panicked, the dilemma was holding you back, gripping onto your pants, determinating which angle should you stand on; the obvious one, talk to him about this situation, maybe an apology... or avoid any sense of drama and move on. He was so close for you to make amends, just walking down the hall. Roman didn't come back yet, so you impulsively react, and decided to stand up, go straight to that bathroom.

Strong walk, really determined, looking straight to that door like if it were a matador and you the bull, about to face all kind of confrontation you're not comfortable with. However, as soon as you get to the men's bathroom door, you stopped walking, you start to get nervous, almost hyperventilating, this talk, not really your style, yours would be, not talking. But there you were, about to face him. You took two deep short breaths, look over the two sides of the hall, monitoring if anyone were witnessing, all clear, so you entered, slowly, trying not to make a sound. You walked in, silently, examined the restroom, lowered your torso enough to see how many feet there were inside, scanning each cubicle. There was only one, and you knew it was him. Only you and him in there. You hear a zip from his zipper, then opened the door of his cubicle, you jumped and hide behind one of those.

You didn't know why you were hiding in the first place, you were already inside, and he was going to see you there anyways, so, while he was washing his hands, you reveal yourself. Time to not make this awkward.

"hey, ken..." Kendall jumped, clearly thought he was completely alone in there. "jesus, you fucking scared me..." He laid back, zoned back in. "what- are you doing here?" you moved closer to him without saying a word, neither did he. You could spot some shine in his eyes the closer you got. "I wanted to talk about yesterday..." Kendall frowned for just a second, like an instant reaction. You try to get yourself together, to let out those words you had in your mind, avoiding his looks, while kendall was gazing at you. "it was all... probably a mistake, it happened all very quickly... so that's why I decided to-" Kendall puts his hand on top of yours, that was already resting on top of the sinks countertop, that's when you finally lock eyes with him. "in my opinion... it wasn't a mistake, I know that you tend to be insecure about this, I know who you are... but, you deserve to have some fun now and then... sorry I couldn't give that to you."

Something about that speech he probably had prepared down to tell you, made you vulnerable, and made you realized that perhaps he was right, it wasn't wrong. He looked a little bit embarrassed, thinking you may agree with him, but you tho, were making full straight eye contact, contemplating him whole. While making eyes at him the full time, you slowly moved your hand to grab his, making a slight strong grip. It was a non-verbal gesture, very much your style, to let him know that you forgave him, and wanted to have that fun he was talking about. Kendall glanced over your hands, and then back to you, he understood what you were trying to say. It was with him

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #14: Perdendosi

I proudly present: A song about the difficulty of learning to love silence, written by someone who can never sit still, always has to be busy with something and has a huge coffee problem. Yeahy! Best combo! It must be so beautiful, the silence. So another real downer today before we get steamy again tomorrow. Otherwise we'll all get depressed. @franzliszt-official : Sorry in advanced that we have to praise your body again tomorrow. But, alas, we love your soul, too. <3

‘What had he forgotten and why? As soon as someone had said something, he forgot it again without the other person realising it, because he was able to give everyone else the wonderful feeling that he was interested in them,’ writes Christian Lindner (the author, not the German politician of the same name) in his book “Sommermusik” about Liszt.

In Franz's life before Weimar, there were always times when he wanted to stop the restless life he was leading. Times when he briefly disappears and then returns reinvented (and louder). At the peak of Lisztomania, he collapses with a fever after touring life, with all its ups and downs, takes its toll. But he doesn't care. The show must go on. He is driven to compose; driven to  catch up his lack of schooling in Raiding through self-study...and everything always has to be perfect. Perfect. Perfect! He writes and listens, he reads and enjoys …and tortures his fingers on his mute wooden travelling piano (which is in Weimar and is so beautiful and sad... if you ever make a pilgrimage there, you'll understand me) in the carriage to ever more difficult feats. (And then someone comes along and says Thalberg was better? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, CLARA?)

And then he sits on a bench here on Nonnenwerth early in the morning and looks at the same sky I'm looking at right now, the mountains once again shrouded in mist, cut off from all the hustle and bustle, while the hysterical Marie has fallen asleep in her bed after yet another row. And he looks out over the Rhine and thinks about his death. And from a letter to Marie, we learn how things must really have been for him at times: ‘You feel it, you know it. For me, there is nothing but grief, ennui, and bitter, anxious sadness in all these things. After all, I am not completely extinguished; however arid and monotonous the path may be, I will walk it to the end.’ Oh, Franz.

We wanted to do the exact opposite musically for today's theme ‘Perdendosi’, i.e. a bit of a crescendo, while the text fights against it, but 24 hours is not enough for that. So let's channel a bit of Evanescence, with a wind machine and flying crows. That's okay too ;)

Incidentally, the refrain is from the poem ‘Vereinsamt’ by Friedrich Nietzsche, who could also write really beautiful things before syphilis and the f***** Wagners made him so shitty.

Welcome back to the Liszt musical!

The silence is dreadful The silence does not stop It roars in his ears And he can hardly stand it And yet in the silence A strange power He cannot remember What it does to him The crows fly swiftly to the city Soon it will snow Blessed is he who still has Has a home now His trembling floats way Has yielded to nature it joins a heart That lies to itself His hands are heavy And motionless on the lap The hardest of all etudes Is his own lot The crows fly swiftly to the city Soon it will snow Blessed is he who still has Has a home now Silence becomes a lover Which he spurned before And a feeling of warmth Blows through his body It is as if an angel Has taken pity on his soul And God's bright lights Made their way to him Don't go away! Don't leave me alone! Where everything is loud, nobody can hear you scream! The crows fly quickly to the city Soon it will snow Blessed is he who still has Home now The life he knew Can no longer continue  on The notes he never played He can now understand them