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Want Some Help? | Jeon Jungkook One Shot

Summary: When your boyfriend can't seem to satisfy you anymore your roommate decides to lend a helping hand. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (crackhead roommate energy) Word Count: 4.7k (got a little carried away but when don't I 😂) Warnings: Explicit language, smut and cheating. He spits in her mouth at the end lol and hella pet names. Aight that's all you're getting lol gotta read the rest to find out. a/n: This is the last thing I'll be posting before I go on a little hiatus. I'll make a post in a couple of days to explain but I'll let this circulate a bit before I do. I hope you enjoy it! (barely edited lol) Requested by a lovely anon 💜

The sounds in my room are obscene to say the least, more from Brian's side than mine today though. I don't know what it is but something about him isn't doing it for me anymore. Is it the fact that I have a new Adonis for a roommate? Perhaps, but Brian's need to overcompensate for it makes situations like these even more awkward than they need to be. 

"You like that?" he asks, him being so close to cumming with me barely working my way up to it. "Yeah" I respond breathily, trying my best to play the part so this can hopefully be over sooner rather than later. "Fuck" he groans at the sight and sound of my little gasp when he just barely hits that spot but I know he won't be able to figure out how to do it again. 

Brian isn't a selfish lover but the dynamic between us has changed ever since Jungkook moved in... 

He hasn't been as focused on me which now that I think about it is pretty damn selfish. I'm just making excuses for him at this point. He's more focused on his ego and playing it up for my roommate than he is into loving his girlfriend. I don't know how much longer I can be in this relationship if he keeps acting like this. 

"Shit I'm close, are you?" he asks and I nod my head furiously, thanking whoever might've been listening to my plea and seconds later he's cumming inside the condom and I do my best to copy the moan that I let out when he's actually done a good job at satisfying me and it seems to be convincing enough since he's giving me that cocky grin before he kisses me again. 

"You wanna shower?" he asks and I shake my head, "You go ahead, I'll shower later. Plus, didn't you say you had work early tomorrow morning? I'll let you get cleaned up in peace so you can head out" I say and he nods his head before going to the bathroom and throwing me a towel before closing the door and turning on the shower. 

Luckily he didn't try to clean me up because there's definetly not much to clean since I didn't cum.

Once I'm finished and I've made myself somewhat presentable I put on my robe and head out into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. "Have fun?" my roommate says from the living room couch as I pass by on my way to the kitchen. "Shit Jungkook you scared me" I say, holding my hand to my chest. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Have a good time tonight?" he asks again, his eyes dragging up and down my form, lingering on my chest and when I look down I see that my nipples are very visible unbeknownst to me since I hadn't cared to think about the fact that Jungkook might've come home. 

I wrap my robe tighter around me and cross my arms as I head into the kitchen. "Yes I did thank you very much. Did you?" I spit out quickly, hoping to avoid talking about my sex life with him. "It was alright. I had a long week so I decided to turn in early but um..." he trails off as he watches Brian walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving Jungkook a stern look before coming over to talk to me. 

"You alright?" he asks before placing a way too intimate kiss on my lips in front of Jungkook who I see has turned his head back to the TV and isn't bothering to pay attention to the game Brian is trying to play with him. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you heading out?" I ask, very hopeful that this visit will come to an end and thankfully luck is on my side this time. 

"Yeah I gotta get going but I'll come over again soon" he says, looking over at Jungkook before giving me one last kiss and heading towards the door to put on his shoes. "Text me when you get home!" I say and he winks at me before walking out leaving me rolling my eyes once the door is shut. 

I slump against the counter, glad it's finally over and when I look back over at Jungkook he's not too interested in whatever he has playing on the TV anymore, his focus solely on me. 

"What?" I ask him, brows scrunched together and trying to figure out what his deal is. "Why'd you fake it?" he asks and I choke on my spit, caught off guard by the unfiltered question. "Excuse me?" I ask, scandalized that he had been listening enough to even catch onto something like that. 

"You probably wanted it to be over huh?" he asks, assuming what the answer was and unfortunately that was the case but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of being right. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, turning on the sink to fill up my cup again but before I can even pull it out from under the tap he's taking it out of my hand. 

"Hey!" I call out, trying to grab it but he holds it just out of reach. "Can't keep you satisfied anymore?" he asks raising a brow at me, a smug look on his face since it seems he can read me like a book based off of my body language alone. "He keeps me very satisfied thank you very much, not that it's any of your business" I say and reach for my cup which he thankfully relinquishes. 

"I know you're lying" he say and I cock a brow at him, not knowing how he could possibly know the truth. "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I press, placing the cup on the counter and crossing my arms over my chest, forgetting the fact that I'm completely naked under this and giving him a better view of my cleavage. 

"You're not very quiet when you do it by yourself you know. What do you use? A dildo? One of those little roses? Maybe both?" he questions leaning in closer to me and making my eyes bug out of my head. "How did yo-" "These walls are paper thin doll, so believe me when I say that I can hear every little thing you do to yourself in there. But please, don't stop. I would hate to be deprived of that pretty little voice of yours even though it is quite distracting sometimes" he says, grabbing my cup and holding it between us as a clear invitation to leave if I so desire. 

I take it and rush back to my room, slamming the door behind me and I can hear him chuckle from the kitchen. Fuck he really wasn't kidding when he said these walls are thin.

I flop down onto my bed facedown and scream into my pillow, utterly mortified that he's heard me ever since he got here. I need to wear a muzzle at this rate  since there's no way I'm stopping just for his sake. A girl's got needs and if Brian isn't going to fulfill them then I've gotta do it myself. 

I get up off my bed after I finish my little temper tantrum and change the sheets before taking my robe off and jumping in the shower to hopefully wash off all of Brian's scent. I can't stand to think about him anymore especially after what Jungkook said about him...

After finishing up my shower and drying off my hair I reach into my drawer to get my tried and true rose bud to help me out tonight. Yes he guessed right but I'll be damned if I ever let him see it.

I lay down and try to turn it on and after I've used it for a minute or two it just shuts off. "Fuck" I groan out, forgetting the fact that I had forgotten to grab new batteries for it. The TV remote has the same size batteries right? It's worth a shot to go check since I'm pretty sure he's gone to bed already. 

Walking out to the living room in my robe again I'm met with Jungkook still sitting on the couch watching the same thing he had been when I first came out here. 

I try to turn back around once I've seen him but he stops me by asking me if I needed something. "I just wanted to borrow the batteries from the remote but you're still using it so no worries" I say and try to leave but he stops me again. "I'm pretty sure I bought a new pack of batteries not too long ago" he says and I sheepishly admit I used the last of them. 

"Oh okay well here, I can just finish this up on my laptop" he says while taking the batteries out and putting them in my hand, giving me the source of my pleasure for tonight. "T-thanks" I stutter and close my finger around them as if they would disappear if I let them go. "Is everything okay?" he asks and I nod my head while walking down the hallway, not knowing that he's hot on my heels. 

"What do you need the batteries for?" he asks as we're a few feet away from my door making me jump. "Didn't know I was behind you?" he chuckles and I glare at him, hoping that'll make him back off but it does the exact opposite, causing him to smirk and glance around my room and soon notices the rosebud that I stupidly left in the middle of my bed. 

"I was right" he smirks leaving me groaning and rolling my eyes as I storm into my room, not bothering to close the door since I know he's not going to leave me alone anytime soon. 

"What? You know I'm just teasing you. You're free to do as you please doll, I'm not gonna stop you. I was even nice and paused my movie so you can have your fun too" he says, leaning against my doorframe and since he's being shameless I will too, deciding to switch the batteries out and turn it on to check but unfortunately it does the same thing and dies less than thirty seconds after I turn it on.

"Shit" I curse under my breath and he stifles his laughter by covering his mouth. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. You're just lucky all you need is your right hand to get off. Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, laying back down on my bed, exacerbated and ready to call it a night since the odds have flipped again. My good luck for the night being Brian's quick departure. 

I don't pay attention to how high my robe has ridden and it seems as though one of my legs has slipped through the gap giving him a full view of my upper thigh and hip, one wrong move leaving me exposed to him. 

He gulps but I don't bother to notice and only do when he clears his throat. "What do you want?" I say, throwing my arm over my face trying to hide the shame that all of this has caused me but fail miserably. "Want some help?" he asks and I sit up right away at his words, "What?" I ask, my reaction as dramatic as if he had grown two heads. 

"Do you want some help? I can get you off real quick if you'd like? It'll be like one roomie helping the other" he offers as causally as if he had asked to borrow five bucks. "You're joking, right?" I scoff but it seems as he very well is not as he take a step into my room and he watches for signs for protest but I give him none. 

"Not really no. I'm simply offering to help a friend in need. That's what we are right? Friends?" he questions as he takes a step closer. 

He calls out my name when I've stayed silent for a while, not being able to take my eyes off him even if I tried. As long as he stays in this room he's got my attention. "R-right, friends" I respond and he takes a seat on my bed, a respectful distance away but it feels as if he was already on top of me. 

"But Brian-" "Doesn't need to know" he says, cutting me off and making it harder and harder for me to say no. He scoots closer to me and takes the rosebud out of my hands, unbothered by what it's used for and simply places it on the nightstand next to me. "It's your move" he says, leaning closer to me, his breath fanning my face and I look at his eyes, mine going back and forth before his look down at my lips. 

"Tell me to stop" he says, making things easier for me but when he's mere millimeters away I lean in. 

It's soft and sweet at first, our lips connecting and breaking a few times, still giving me an opening to pull away and say stop but after a few more kisses like that he deepens the kiss. While keeping our lips locked for longer he angles his head a bit more, his tongue now in my mouth and soon he beckons me to do the same and I do which gives him even more of a green light. 

He places his hand on my cheek and angles me just right before he switches up and presses down on my shoulder a little and leans in closer as a silent plea for me to lay down. 

I crawl back on the bed instead and he follow as I lay down on the pillows with him hovering over me. "Fuck been thinking about this view for a long time" he admits and before I can say anything in response his lips are already on mine again.

"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the tie that is seconds from coming undone of it's own accord. "Yeah" I say, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of doing this, of cheating with my roommate who is someone I won't be able to run away from after this.

He pulls the belt and in one smooth motion it's undone.

The way he looks at me as he takes both sides of the robe off of my body is a sight that could make me cum untouched if given the chance. Watching his eyes darken up as they roam all over my body until he's tracing them back up to mine where it's as if a whole new man is hovering over me, one that looks so insatiable and ready to break me at any moment. 

"Fuck you're so pretty" he say, leaning back down to kiss me but soon trails his lips down my neck and to the valley between my breast. He settles on kissing one of them and slowly brings his lips closer to my nipple where he looks up at me for permission which I give right away. He smirks and puts his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth making them wet. He places them on the opposite one twisting and toying with it before he places his mouth on the one in front of him. 

Once his lips make contact my fingers immediately lace through his hair, needing to ground myself with something and he hums around in in approval when I tug on it a bit. 

"You sensitive here doll?" he asks when he lets go of it, the cool air causing a chill when it hits my damp skin, him having made a mess of it from his clear desire to do this. I let out a whimper in response and he nips at it before switching to my other breast to give it the same time and attention he gave the first.

My hips start to buck up after a couple more seconds of him switching between my breasts and lips when he hears those pretty voices he had talked about before, wanting to taste them on his tongue this time. 

"Someone's eager" he says against my lips but I turn my face to the side leaving him kissing the column of my neck until I'm squirming about leaving him smiling against my skin. 

"Does my doll want more?" he asks and I whimper in response, not being able to bring myself to utter words of confirmation when I have a man like him already causing me so much pleasure, but it's not enough. 

I need more.

"Jungkook please" I breathe out, done with this teasing and so worked up already from not gaining release earlier. "Please what?" he asks trailing his lips back up to mine and kissing them one last time before pulling back and waiting for my answer. "Please help me cum" I plead, wanting what he had promised me earlier. 

He chuckles dryly and places a kiss on the corner or my mouth before responding. "Here I am taking my time with you but you still only want one thing. Don't you like it when I play with you like this?" he asks, trailing middle finger down my torso until he's come in contact with my clit, sliding further down past it and checking to see what my true physical reactions have been to his ministrations. 

"Seems like you do" he says, circling around my entrance with that same finger when he feels how wet I am. "This all for me?" he asks and close my eyes once he's dipped one of his fingers in while using his thumb to draw circles around my clit but once my breathing picks up a bit everything stops. 

"What?" I pant, confused as to why he would stop. "I asked you a question. Is this all for me y/n?" he rasps, looking down at where his fingers had once been and cursing when he notices how wet they are. "Y-yes, all for you" I choke out and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops before I can even brush my lips against his. 

"Can you say my name princess?" he whispers, posed as a question but we both know the only way this continues is if I comply. "Jungkook" I whisper out, his name now tasting different on my tongue. It's almost if I have to put more effort into pronouncing each letter, my throat suddenly running dry. 

"Louder doll. It's the least you can do to help me forget how you've moaned his name in here time and time again. Probably another sad excuse of an act to fake your high" he says, going back to playing with my center, his finger going in and out at a faster rate now before easing his way into putting in a second one. 

"Fuck Jungkook" I groan, this time a little louder than before that grants me a kiss on my neck, his motives to stay away from my lips being to hear all of my reactions to what he's doing to me. Wanting to discover new sounds and reactions that sound more genuine and are ones that I can't even hope to hold back with the pleasure he's giving me.

"That's it, keep going. Want your voice to be the thing I remember most about this, hear it over and over again, ingrained in my memory. That way when I forget how you taste it'll be something that I'll still be able to come back to. Hearing how I make you feel, not yourself and definetly not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, me. Let me hear how I make you feel" he rasps in my ear making me shiver and arch my back off the mattress. 

"Jungkook please, please" I beg, my ego gone, the only thoughts in my head being him and how incredible it'll feel once he's made me cum. "Just like that doll, scream my name if you need to, I don't mind" his calm cool and collected tone of voice driving me mad. How can he be whispering these things in my ear and taunting me like this while I'm a complete mess under him, barely being able to breathe let alone think straight. 

I pulse around his fingers and he can tell that I'm close when I let out a moan after he hits a certain spot, hitting it over and over again, knowing that that's going to be the thing that'll make me come undone. 

He leans back and looks down at me, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make me insane, his calm and cool façade in my mind broken when I see the way he's watching me. Taking in every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name and it makes him want to try even harder to get me to that high, needing to see what I look like when I cum.

"Just like that doll, you're doing so well, sound so pretty" he murmurs and with a few more words of encouragement I'm coming undone. When I try to look away he grabs my chin and makes me keep eye contact, making everything seem even more intense. 

Once the rising and falling of my chest has slowed down and his playful fingers inside me gain him whines of overstimulation he finally takes them out. 

I expect him to get up and wash his hands but instead places them in his mouth, moaning once my taste hits his tongue leaving me swallowing dryly, needing that glass of water now. 

"Open your mouth" he says after he takes his fingers out and I comply curiously, doing as he asks and the next moment I feel him spitting in my mouth before smashing his lips on mine one last time. 

After kissing me senseless and exhaustion flooding my system my kisses become sloppy and he laughs against my lips before finally pulling back. "Where are you going?" I ask and he laughs again at my groggy state. “I'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" he says and I sit up quickly, my mind slowly clearing up. 

"Wait, what about you?" I ask, taking note of the tent in his pants but he simply chuckles and brings back a warm towel just like he said.

I had expected the same treatment Brian gave me today but when I try to reach for it he pulls back. "No you lay down, you're still out of it" he says, trying to be serious but also satisfied that he only had to use his fingers put me in this state. 

After he finishes cleaning me up he gets up and throws the towel in the laundry basket and comes back to sit on the bed next to me, cupping my face and studying my features. "You okay?" he asks, clearly sensing regret already. 

"Yeah I'm fine. I just never thought I would do something like this" I admit and he mouths a quiet 'Oh' and takes his hand off me but I grab it before he can get too far. "I'm sorry I'm just confused and clearly not thinking straight" I say, trying to backtrack knowing that I've hurt him by saying that. 

"Thank you for doing this for me" I say timidly and he laughs. "What?" I ask, clearly not understanding what about this situation is funny. 

"I'm sorry" he says, his laughing soon dying down and I wait in silence until he's finally composed himself. "I'm sorry it's just that it’s not everyday that your hot roommate thanks you for finger fucking them" he chuckles and my cheeks heat up, thoroughly embarrassed now that he's put it like that.

I reach behind me and grab a pillow and throw it at his face which makes him laugh even more. "Jungkook stop this isn't funny" I whine and he stops a couple minutes later. "Alright alright I'm sorry, you were just getting way too serious about it" he explains and wipes away a fake tear. 

"This is serious! I just cheated on my boyfriend with you" I exclaim and he shakes his head, placing the pillow I threw at him out of my reach and sighs before responding. "You and I both know that you've been ready to end that relationship for a while now" he says and I open my mouth but the words die in my throat.

"That's what I thought" he says and we sit there in silence for a moment while I pull the sheet over me. "Just break up with him already, I can clearly see that you're miserable" he points out and I hate that he's right. 

"Why do you care? Should I break up with him so I can mess around with you?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "We can do that if you want to, but from a friend's point of view I think your life is so much better without him" he says and I sigh, knowing again that he's right, telling me the things that I've thought about over and over again but just never did anything about. 

"I'll talk to him" I say and he nods his head. "Good because with the number I did on your neck he's definetly gonna know that something went down" he laughs and my eyes go wide, forgetting to tell him to not leave any marks but I know I'm fucked. 

"Here" he says, grabbing the hand mirror I have on my dresser and I know from one glance that hoodies and turtlenecks will be my new signature look until this all clears up.

"Jungkook" I growl and he giggles, never taking my scolding tone seriously. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it" he chuckles and I sit up, grabbing that pillow and throwing it at him again. "I hate you" I huff but he laughs again before placing a knee on my bed and making it dip under his weight. 

My breath hitches as he inches closer and I can't do anything but lay down, slowly trying to run away from his lips in my mind but falling back into that same position we had been in for who knows how long.

Once I'm flat on my back and he's hovering over me again I swallow as best as I can, making him let out a dry chuckle. "Wanna run that one by me again doll?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I press my thighs together, hating myself for doing it but needing some sort of something to keep me sane but it's of no use.

He leans in closer and I hold my breath, not knowing what he's doing or where this is going but when I close my eyes I’m granted with that same chuckle again. 

"Goodnight princess" he says against my lips, his weight gone off my bed seconds later leaving me sitting up in process. "Wha-" "My pretty doll needs to figure out who she wants to play with if she wants more" he taunts and I cross my arms and pout a little, hoping that'll get him to come back. 

"Aw don't be like that. After all the work I put in to help you feel good. I thought you would've been more grateful, not greedy" he taunts and I roll my eye before uttering a quiet 'Goodnight'. "Thanks for giving me material to help me fix this" he says, looking down at the very clear outline of his hard on and I swallow again, intimidated from finally being able to see his full size. 

"I promise, if you make up your mind...I'll make it fit" he teases and winks at me granting him a scowl in response. He grabs the door handle at the same time I grab the pillow and throw it which he blocks by closing the door. "Goodnight doll" he says one last time and shuts it behind him. 

I spend the rest of my night willing myself to sleep and when I finally start to doze off I start hearing Jungkook's soft moans and grunts leaving me wide awake again. Now I really know he wasn't lying...

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Aight bestie hear me out...

Latina reader or NYC reader

Thicker than cold peanut butter

She keeps up this hella professional facade when she on the clock and despite multiple attempts no one can get her to let loose whenever the team heads out for drinks and whatnot

Like a real type A "protocol is protocol" seems to only be fluent in corporate speech

So this is something that 141 kinda like gave up on trying to break through and thought that's how she really is 24/7.....until someone outside the team like graves shows up and miss ma'am finally snaps

Cue the most vicious verbal ass whooping and their reactions to it

Example: "Why TF u out here built like the keebler elf and sounding like Foghorn leghorn but u still got the balls to talk shit?"

Sorry this was long winded lmao

Go crazy with it

the more long winded, the better >:)

SWEETHEART

𝜗𝜚 the one where reserved!reader gets fed up with an outsider's comment

𝜗𝜚 pairing: taskforce 141 x nyc!reader (platonic) 𝜗𝜚 cw: graves being a bit of an asshole, taskforce reacting to reserved!reader popping off

debriefing felt like it had dragged on for hours. your body ached, muscles taut and bruised from the mission you'd just been on. as you began packing up your gear bag and getting ready to head home, you heard a voice from behind you.

"hey! don't tell me you're leavin' already." soap's brash voice filled the room around you, making you turn over your shoulder and meet his crinkled eyes. "night's still young, corporal. come grab a drink with us."

soap was stood there with the rest of the taskforce, plus the man you had just been on a mission with named graves. they all looked expectantly at you, maybe graves more than the rest.

you rolled your eyes before turning back to your gear bag, head shaking for a moment. "can't, mactavish. i've got training in the morning, and—"

an annoyed scoff fell from graves, the one man not involved and the one who had been trying to worm his way into your group's dynamic all day. your eyes immediately landed on him, eyebrow quirking as he put his hands on his hips. “is she always like this? c’mon sweetheart, loosen up a bit.”

gaz tried to step forward, placing a hand on graves' shoulder and pulling him back. "aye, leave her alone, yeah? she said she doesn't wanna come? she doesn't—"

“sweetheart, huh?" all the eyes turned to you as you spoke up, the new yorker in your accent growing thick. you narrowed your eyes at graves, walking forward until you were practically chest-to-chest with the man. "that’s cute. but call me shit like that again and i’ll have my foot so far up your ass that you���ll taste the sole of my sneaker for weeks. got it?”

soap stifled his snickering behind a hand clasped to his mouth, cowering a bit behind your body to avoid the second-hand embarrassment raining down on him. gaz was a bit taken aback, mouth dropped open in shock as he listened to your words. ghost was quiet as usual, but the crinkle in his eyes gave away the smirk hidden beneath his mask. none of them had seen you like that.

but none of them were complaining.

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[irisintheafterglow]

Timeless (pro!bakugo x you)

summary: in another life, he still would have turned your head.

word count: 0.7k

cw/tags: swearing, just straight fluff, gn reader

note: i think my favorite line of dialogue i've written so far is now "kicking ass, looking hot." hope you enjoy this lil drabble!

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated <3

In your excitement, you pull out your phone and dial his number. He answers after two rings and you smile softly. You didn’t usually call him when he was on patrol unless you missed him, so hopefully he didn’t give you any shit about that. 

“Hi darling, whatcha doing?” You fiddle with the ring hanging around your neck, a habit you’d only picked up after you two started dating. 

“The usual– kicking ass, looking hot.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re the one who called me, babe, so you must be missing me. What’s up?” 

“Just wanted to tell you about these funny little photos I found in an antique shop by the deli. I snagged that good French bread you like, by the way.” Your fingers continue to card through the pictures in the cardboard box, one shoulder pressing the phone up to your ear. 

He hums contentedly on the other side of the phone, completely ignoring the first part of what you said. “You’re the greatest part of my life.” 

“I better be. But, anyway, these photos, Kats.” You could practically see him rolling his eyes in boredom, but continue trying to explain them anyways. “They’re cute; it’s like little black and white photos of lovers from the 50s, and in one of them they’re in front of their first house in the 60s.” 

“Why are you telling me about random extras from ancient times?” 

You scoff at his warped sense of time. “First off, this was only a few decades ago. Second…I actually don’t really know.” He snorts from the other side of the phone, and you fight to keep your voice to a whisper as you backtrack, trying to verbalize the vague train of thought in your mind. “I’m serious, Kats. I don’t know what it is about these photos. They just remind me of us.” You pick up one of a young couple standing in front of a vintage car at the beach. The boy has a smug look on his face, and his girlfriend is shaking her head exasperatedly. He must have said something stupidly endearing, just like the boy on the phone with you. 

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I just saw them and I like to think that, even if we were living in a different time, we’d still find our way to each other, somehow.” Another one caught your eye in the box, a family picture at a rest stop in the mountains. The parents tenderly hold a baby each in their arms, beaming at the camera and surrounded by towering trees. The image made your heart ache a little bit, so second-handedly happy for them that it was making you sad. You never would tell him, but you were really missing your boyfriend. 

“You bet your sexy ass I’d find you in another lifetime.” You roll your eyes. His crass language, however intelligent he was, really overpowered his intellect sometimes. 

“I don’t think you’d be using that kind of language if we were in like, the 1400s, Kats.” You find a funny one of a little boy triumphantly holding an ice cream cone in a bathtub and it reminds you of baby photos your boyfriend’s mom had showed you when you met her for the first time. 

“Then I’d kick the shit out of all the other suitors or whatever to win your delightful posterior.”

“Ew,” you laugh, covering your burning face with a hand. “Please don’t say that ever again.” 

“I know you’re blushing. Bet you look cute.” 

“Mhmm, blushing ‘cause of how fucking embarrassing you are sometimes,” you reply fondly, waving farewell to the older woman behind the antique counter. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you too. You free for lunch or are you headed back to the agency?” 

Your heart stutters. He always seemed to know when you were thinking about him, or missing his company. “I’m free right now, but aren’t you on patrol–”

“Aight, see you in a sec.” 

“Wait, Kats–” You look at your phone in disbelief. He’d hung up on you. Shaking your head, you have a seat on a bench and wait for the telltale noise of explosive rumbling to reach you. 

He was insufferable, yes, but you wouldn’t trade him for anybody else, this century or otherwise. 

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[eluxcastar]

This is so silly: Fatui Harbingers receiving a bouquet of flowers from their shy s/o?

Harbingers receiving a gift from their s/o

── ୨୧：harbingers x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: it's exactly what's written on the tin but with a side of me being off my head again

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader

୨୧﹑words :: 950

I'm so in love with the requests that let me answer them like a crackhead. but also I'm so sorry to the anons who want me to be serious I've just got the sillies. I spent the entire time calling it a pot until I realised the thing I was actually referring to is a vase and had to go back and change it all

if you're wondering where the shy part went, it was lost to this phenomenon called "I can't read" and by the time I realised it said that I was already done. I feel like this is the second time it's happened.

Alright usual order Tartaglia first. I'll be honest; I have no clue. Like, I literally left his here just saying, "Alright usual order", because what the FUCK would he do. He doesn't seem like a flower person, but also it being his s/o changes that so much because his s/o might make him a flower person. You could guess his favourite colour is yellow and suddenly it's yellow because he's so normal for you. He didn't even like flowers, but omg, you got him flowers. These are his new favourite flowers ever kinda thing.

Next is Arlecchino (more food is coming I promise), and tbh, I feel like she'd enjoy receiving flowers. It's not an overly flashy gift, and it probably took a lot for you to go out of your way to get that for her, let alone give it to her. She appreciates that you would get her a gift at all because receiving gifts feels nice sometimes. You can have a kiss for your flowers.

Third would be Pantalone, whose I kinda answered. Flowers are a gift, and honestly, I love the idea that as long as the gifts have sentimental value, that's what he'll treasure the most. He's gonna display those in his nicest vase for people to see. Why would you be nervous about that? The thought of what people think of them? No need. Nobody critiques his decor and means it. They know better.

La Signora would appreciate them, but they gotta be nice, yk? And like, you've gotta pay attention. There's no point if you just get whatever's available. Does she like those kinds of flowers? Do they smell nice? Compliment their surroundings? It's in the details that say you care because, to her, it means you were paying enough attention to consider it for what is a very standard gift for many people.

I did Scara then realised I forgot Sandrone omg anyway flowers, she would love those in her own silly little way. They're nice, and it's so cute that you went to the effort that she might just smile at you. She's 100% gonna keep those to herself and just stare at them for a while because someone got her a gift (this basically never happens) (if it did who the fuck are they?? unimportant 🙄)

Aight we got Scaradouche. Firstly no way this man is going to let you immediately know you got him a gift he likes. Flowers? That's such a girly present to give someone 🙄🙄 (They'll be in a pot on his dresser within the hour). He wouldn't usually want flowers, but since you already went and got them, he'll just have to. Just a little, I think he'd be losing it on the inside, kinda like when someone says they're so normal about something, and you know they're fucking lying. Like that

I totally missed Pulcinella last time, so he can get some flowers now. Honestly, I can see why I forgot him. I probably intended to do him but didn't have an idea and was like, "I'll come back to it", then got hit with this thing called filthy liar syndrome. Old people like flowers so he'd be happy with that, something nice to add some colour to a room or something Idk I'm not old (I'M SORRY I'LL BE SERIOUS). Some of you have no grandfather OR father you just like me fr so I'll throw in for y'all that he'd be proud of you for picking out such a nice gift and acquiring it of your own accord (which you are capable of) because it must've been difficult to get past the initial conversation starter problem.

Already off that train, we're finally at Capitano. I can't say for sure cause he has two lines but tbh, he seems like he'd like it. You can have a nice pat on the head and everything cause aww you went to all that effort just for him? That deserves a nice cuddle ❤️

Columbina thinks of it like anything else you do, more confused as to what the occasion is than anything and not very sure what provoked you to do this, but she accepts it and thanks you nonetheless because she still does like it. She just also wants to know what you're doing and why, but she's satisfied with the answer that you just wanted to and cuts you off before the apologies if she doesn't like it.

What the fuck did you get Dottore flowers for?? Like, what would he do with them?? That's awkward. He'll take them off your hands, but after that, he kinda just 🧍 because what else does he do? He can look at them and sit them somewhere, but like they have no purpose. The effort is nice. He probably doesn't want these again tho unless he can use them for something. You'll get a thanks, but like he's kinda bad at hiding that he's got no idea what to do with it. Get him some flowers that are useful rather than decorative maybe?

We are at Pierro, and I think it's a bit of a mix. On the surface, he may seem like he doesn't want them and only accepts them to save your feelings but secretly treasures them ❤️ I like the idea of him being sentimental toward his s/o because something about it is just cute. It also matches the vibe, like, he's got a very closed-off exterior that you are used to that's meant to hide that adorable and undeniably vulnerable interior that really, really loves you and all of the things you do for him.

[lizhly-writes]

@enigma-the-mysterious @theembergazer @lonesome-greenery @somefishycat @kitten-kokomo AIGHT I figure I've written at least 15 sentences here. Welcome to some fake dating shenanigans. Sort of.

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There was a hairpin, intricately forged and set with amber stones, rich brown and warm gold.

If Liu Qingge was a poetic man -- which he wasn't -- he would compare them to Shang Qinghua's eyes. The way they looked when they caught the setting sun, when Shang Qinghua had triumphantly stormed Bai Zhan, the head of a legendary beast in hand, the edge of a grin on his mouth. Look, I did it just like you wanted me to. I did it just like how you never expected. Isn't it impressive? Aren't I impressive?

Liu Qingge put the hairpin down and walked away.

Five minutes later, Liu Qingge came back and bought the stupid hairpin.

What am I even doing, he thought, even as he handed the money over and carefully tucked the hairpin away in his qiankun pouch. I don't even like Shang Qinghua.

Even if he did like Shang Qinghua -- not that he liked Shang Qinghua -- it... wasn't enough.

A hairpin was traditional in a way that was significantly less impressive than three weeks of paperwork. It was proper, but it wasn't proper. It was. Sentimental. Sweet. It wasn't making an effort, and An Ding demanded effort.

It was still something. Surely a gift had to be better than no gift at all?

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Liu Qingge came to An Ding at sunset.

How romantic. Shang Qinghua wondered if Liu Qingge had timed it, just like Shang Qinghua had when he visited Bai Zhan -- but nah, probably not. Liu Qingge wasn't really good at figuring out optics. If he was, he would have made this nice and public, so they could flaunt how much time they were spending together because clearly they were in love. Something like that, anyway.

Oh well, it didn't really matter. Shang Qinghua could still spin a nice little story about it. Gush a bit about how Liu-shidi had come to see him. The brave warrior returning home, eagerly rushing to see his lover's face, the first thing he did above anything else. Very nice. Now, if Liu Qingge could give him a dramatic declaration of love, it would be perfect.

"Welcome back, Liu-shidi," Shang Qinghua said. "How was your mission?"

"Fine," Liu Qingge said, and then, in a more constipated-sounding voice, he said, "Shang Qinghua."

Shang Qinghua waited with bated breath. This would be the perfect time to say something sentimental like, "I missed you! My love, my life, our parting was a deep sorrow that condemned my heart to the deepest, darkest abyss. What joy seeing your countenance does me! Let us passionately celebrate our reunion with etc etc to be continued, please check under the biggest stone under the most interestingly-shaped tree between Xian Shu and An Ding if you want to continue reading, pay a fee of one spirit stone."

"Yes?" Shang Qinghua said leadingly. He smiled his best smile.

This somehow seemed to be too much for Liu Qingge. "Here," he said brusquely, shoving a little bundle of wrapped cloth into Shang Qinghua's arms. Then he stalked off without another word.

Rude???

Rude! Rude!! Incredibly fucking rude! Okay, it wasn't like Shang Qinghua was actually expecting some kind of romantic confession, especially when there was no audience here to pretend for besides Shang Qinghua himself, but come on! What was that? Not even a hi, good to see you? What was even the point visiting An Ding, then? Seriously, just package delivery?

Shang Qinghua looked down. The little of wrapped cloth was, in fact, a neatly-wrapped package, which he wouldn't have paid much mind to if it had not been a prettily-wrapped package. Less routine delivery and more gift.

He tilted this situation around a bit in his head to see if there was literally any other way he could interpret it, but no, it seemed Liu Qingge really had just gotten him a gift and ran off, sort of like a shy maiden deeply afraid of rejection.

Shang Qinghua was torn between laughing at this picture in his head (Liu Qinge, shy maiden?) or staring confusedly at it (shy maiden? Liu Qingge???). He could have spent some time overthinking it, but instead, he decided just to open the package.

"Huh," Shang Qinghua said aloud.

There was no one around to hear him. It was just him, and a very beautiful hairpin between his fingers. That Liu Qingge had apparently gotten him.

A hairpin. From Liu Qingge.

Was it possible Liu Qingge meant to give it to someone else? Like his sister? His sister would probably like a hairpin. Maybe Liu Qingge had meant to give something else to Shang Qinghua, and had mixed up the packages.

But the gemstones on it were in An Ding colors.

There was a weird, fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach.

...Indigestion, probably.

[shiny-jr]

Hellooo I found your work and have been binging it all and I saw that you didn't mind the feedback, so here goes

The retainer!mc felt too much like the YA book trope of 'edgy' Mc, like trying to show a cool and collected vibe but ends up like bella from twilight in a not so flattering way, the others felt like they did something or had the bases for the cast obsession on them to grow, this mc for me missed the mark, and I did felt like stopping mid read because I found them uninteresting, but all the others delivered for me so, I wanted to know how it ended

Also in a post you said about the retainer being important to vil, then shouldn't he show a threat or something to the new one? At least suspicion I guess, it felt to smooth for the MC unlike others

Anon, I saw this message not long after you sent it, but as mentioned in the last post, I got so busy I couldn't respond. But trust me when I say this: your words haunted me.

Don't worry, I'm not offended at all. I welcome the criticism, but goddamn this one... Look, usually when I get criticism, I nod, go "aight", and move on. I don't get offended when people critique my works. But yours legit made me clutch my heart? My pearls? Idk. I was baffled. That one kinda hurted, not gonna lie.

Let me tell you, I've been writing since about 2016. I like to think I have definitely improved. I've gotten countless messages and comments in the years since. Some good, some bad, most good, a few worse. However, I have never really cared in the sense where it stuck with me. But bro, when I tell you this felt like a slap in the face. A bucket of cold icy water being dumped on my head. Don't worry though. It was a probably well deserved metaphorical slap.

The point is, your words were at the back of my head for like a week. I actually discussed it with a mutual, and I think I figured it out. I wrote Pomefiore differently. Pomefiore is the sole result that just feels like its for the simps, probably because I was thinking of them the most when writing it. It was unintentional, I think, but that's the reason I came up with my mind.

Anyways, like I said, not at all offended. Just kinda an eye-opening comment, I suppose. I'm not really bothered if it's not your favorite, because a lot of other people seem to like it. And if there's one thing I learned after years of writing, is that you cannot win them all. No matter what you write, it won't appeal to everyone. That's literally impossible.

Okay, I digress, this has dragged on for too long, but I feel like I had to get that out there and share my response. Again, anon, thank you for your words! I appreciate it, even if it doesn't seem like it.

[southernbluebellereader]

Can i request for a family trip with captain price x fem reader and the task force 141 going on a trip to disneyland and price and reader being ultimate parents mode and they also act like a old married couple and the task force teases them about it 👀

Family Day

Captain John Price x F! Wife Reader acting like a old married couple

Warnings: Some cursing, Price being Dad, Task Force 141 being absolut children. Mention of death.

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A/N: OMG THIS THIS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN. I LOVE IT. I'm gonna make the reader a civilian because for some reason that makes more sense to me? I hope you like it though! Thank you so much!!

"Simon, baby, your face paint is not sunscreen," You sigh as you beckon him to come closer to you as you pull out a baby wipe out of your pocketbook.

"Bu-"

"Ah! No buts, no cuts, no coconuts! You ain't leaving this room until I get this off of you. C'mere."

Simon did as he was told and leaned forward, letting you, Mrs. Price, wipe the black face paint he habitually put on nearly every day. Johnny snickered as he watched you wipe Simon's face. Annoyance radiated from his body.

"Oh hush, Johnny! Didn't you burn your ears on your last mission?"

Johnny stopped laughing, mumbling under his breath.

"Hey!" Johnathan shot at Johnny, then chuckled, "Don't burn your ears off, Johnny."

Kyle was looking around the hotel room, scratching his head, "Anyone seen my hat?"

Simon and Johnny let out a 'dunno' in unison, making you and Johnathan sigh in unison, "Didn't you wear it when we got here?" he asked.

"Yeah bu-"

"You mean this one?" You held the hat in your hand, smiling. Kyle thanked you and put it on. Johnathan rounded everybody up as you packed extra sunscreen, snacks, and water.

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How you and Johnathan managed to bring three adult soldiers to Disney World, neither of you know. But all of you are here. Johnny wanted to go on every ride. Simon refused to take pictures with Mickey Mouse. Kyle thought it was too hot.

"Simon, please, it's just one picture. You like Mickey Mouse!" You begged and pleaded. Johnathan chuckled as he held the camera. Kyle and Johnny whined. You eventually pulled Simon by the arm and placed him beside the person dressed up as Mickey Mouse.

You looked up at Simon and adjusted his collar, "Just one picture, that's all I'm asking for, aight?"

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled and took a deep breath. You gave him a reassuring smile, "I promise you won't regret it, sweetheart. I know it's a little overwhelming, but we gone go eat soon."

You went back to your husband, letting him take a few pictures of the boys, trying to encourage them to smile. Such an odd sight. You and Johnathan and his stupid hat that he insisted on bringing with him, he almost had a fit at the airport security when he had to take it off to run it through the x-ray.

But here you were, in front of Cinderella's Castle at Disney World, trying to convince three grown super soldiers to at least not whine in order to get a picture with Mickey Mouse.

Once finished, Kyle started complaining that he was hungry.

"Alright, alright. Let's go get something to eat," Johnathan gave you the camera and waited until you'd put it in your pocketbook before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, following Simon, Johnny, and Kyle in the direction of whichever restaurant they wanted to eat at.

Out of nowhere, you started laughing, then sighed.

"What?" Johnathan inquired, smiling at you, his beloved wife.

You wrapped an arm around his waist and looked up at him, "Oh Johnathan. What are we going to do with these boys?"

"You tell me. You're the one mothering them."

"What'd you just say? Who was the one who suggested to go to Disney World?" Both of you chuckled.

"It was Kyle actually."

"And somehow all of them, including you, forgot sunscreen, Johnathan."

They looked back up and saw the three musketeers standing by one of the smaller restaurants, waiting for you and Johnathan.

"Quit acting like oldies and get in here," Johnny crinkled his brows in hunger as he rubbed his stomach.

"Did you just call my wife old, MacTavish?" John playfully spit back.

"W-what?" Blushing, Johnny apologized and scratched the back of his head, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Price."

"Oh it's ok, Johnny, I forgive you." You rub his cheek gently.

Once the five of you arrived to the front of the line, suddenly the four men forgot how to order.

"Oh my God, you can't possibly be serious?" Mumbling under your breath, you turn to the restaurant worker, "I'm sorry for my husband our boys, but can we get started with some appetizers."

Our Boys. That's what you called them. Johnny, Kyle, and Simon looked at each other for a moment, then back at Johnathan. Johnathan just smiled and gave them a reassuring nod. They were your boys. Whenever you could, you sent Johnathan with copious amounts of food - most of it not allowed on the base - so that he and your boys could eat good food.

Sometimes you'd visit the base and bring food. You'd do their laundry. You'd clean up after them. If you were there, they wouldn't go to the doctor, they'd go to you for injuries - despite the amount of times you scolded them for it.

Sometimes when you happened to be on the base and sit in on a meeting and Johnathan would raise his voice at one of them, you'd chime in and say, "Excuse me? Why are you yelling at him? He did his best." The rest of the conversation would go as follows:

"Yes, I know, sweetheart. But this is important that they know they can't make mistakes-"

"Ok but there's no need to yell, Johnathan."

Johnathan would pinch his nose and sigh. Kyle and Johnny tried their absolute best not to snicker, but would be met with Johnathan yelling at them some more. "Why are you laughing right now?" Simon would just stand there in awe. His mask luckily covered enough of his face to hide it. He honestly didn't think that Johnathan could've ever met a woman like you - someone who could talk back to him and scold him, as if Johnathan wasn't a Captain of a military test force.

You always went above and beyond for them, whenever and however you could. You all reminded them of home - or what home could've been. Johnathan and you were those very few people who'd seen Simon's face. Around you, he could be Simon. You reminded him of his own mother. And sometimes you'd ask him about his own mother. Not to get information out of him, just to make sure she's taken care of. You were the first to notice a change in him when his mother passed. You had a silent bond with him that he truly appreciated.

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By the end of the day, the five of you were spent. You all returned back to your hotel room. There were way too many blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the TV.

You stood in the bathroom doorway, brushing your wet hair as you watched the your boys scroll through the TV channels while all laying on the floor of blankets and pillows. Johnathan comes up behind you and hugs your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"What're you thinking about, Y/N?" He whispered.

You kissed his cheek and placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently, then looked back at the scene in front of them.

"Would you want a Mini-141?"

Johnathan turned his head and looked at you in awe - no, shock.

You waved your hand in front of him, "Oh, not now! When we get home."

The both of you chuckled, making the three men turn their heads and look at the both of you.

"What are you talking about?" Johnny dared to ask.

You blushed and started giggling, Johnathan blushed slightly shot back at Johnny, "Shut up, Johnny!"

"What? I just-"

"Johnny, be quiet and pick a movie!" Simon voiced in annoyance, making the Scotsman mumble under his breath.

As they returned to the movie, you and Johnathan went back into the bedroom, picking a movie of your own. You occasionally looked up at your husband as he watched the movie, thinking about all the things that happened today. You wanted a family with him. But it was hard to start one with how often Johnathan had to leave. But you think that today was a glimpse of what having kids would be. And you couldn't wait to get home to begin that chapter.

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[violetmuses]

Wounds (Part II) - M. Lowrey ❤️‍🩹

Title: Wounds (Part II) - M. Lowrey ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Mike Lowrey

Main Storyline: One planned assignment reveals the impossible for Detective Mike Lowrey. @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @amethyst-loves-bucky

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1997

“What now? If this plan works, I can't bum rush like SWAT and take the kid with me.” Mike offered true bewilderment while still addressing Captain Howard.

“I'll handle our next blueprint. Just get your things and go home. Marcus has the day off.” Captain seems more peaceful than usual given the situation.

“All right, thanks, Cap. I'm out.” Mike bids farewell to gather belongings and exits the precinct.

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Mike kept tossing and turning while he slept in this beautiful home, genuinely puzzled when looking through dreams of the next chapter.

Fatherhood?

While the secret affair with Isabel Aretas pulled his heart, Mike continued standing with reality now.

Even Detective Marcus Burnett, Mike's longtime partner and best friend, could never know what's truly going on. There's far too much at stake.

Here we go. Mike thought, just trying to move forward.

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“Rough night, man? I know the coffee tastes like shit!” Detective Marcus Burnett laughed toward his partner while entering the precinct.

“Slept with your mama, dumbass.” Mike picked up banter and kept himself aware.

“Whatever.” Marcus rolled his eyes. “Had a little time off with my family. Theresa said hello.”

“Hey…” Mike soon joked back with his own voice this morning.

“Don't start that foolishness again. It's my wife. I've already told you.” Marcus defended himself.

“Do some work, please?” Mike just went on. “I'm not in the mood.”

“Aight, I'll go away now.” Marcus lifted both of his hands. “Damn. Who pissed in your cereal this morning?”

Moving on, Mike attempted to concentrate on work from this cubicle.

And yet, the quiet memory of 2:55 PM lingered past his thoughts.

_____

Sure enough, Mike wanted to plan everything in his head.

If Marcus just stayed occupied here, Lowrey could sneak out and still try to pick up Armando Aretas from school, not bringing up suspicions later.

Seconds later, his pager beeps.

Captain Howard needs something.

Uh-oh.

Thankfully alone, Mike leaves his desk and joins Captain once more.

______

“It's official. I just sent out this covert team to arrest Benito and Isabel.” Captain Howard revealed.

“Are you serious?” Mike whispered.

“Yes. You've earned full custody of Armando right now.” Cap wouldn't smile, but realized the truth.

“Thank you so much.” Mike offered immense gratitude. “Honestly.”

“Now go get your son. I'll cover Marcus.” Captain Howard passed Mike keys to this brand-new truck.

Smiling, Mike understood this plan and leaves, thankful beyond words.

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Another bright day set around Miami. Mike rolled into the parking lot once more and noted this backseat.

As Mike recalled details, Theresa showed him how to fasten car seats during the name-swap heroin case in 1995.

Reaching this school, Lowrey noticed how vibrant the hallways stand. Bulletin boards lined art from the youth. Mike's heart warmed all over again.

“Oh, hello. We've been looking for you, Detective.” This teacher emerged from one classroom.

“Hey, today is very unexpected, but thank you so much.” Mike calmed his voice for obvious reasons. “Please know that I'm not around to bother anyone. Just here to pick up my son.”

“Armando just woke up from nap time, but he's not hyper like other children.” The teacher explained more.

“Thank you for letting me know.” Mike nodded before entering the classroom.

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Another aid helped Armando gather his small backpack and Mike kneels to meet his son's eye level.

“Hey, man. Ready to go?” Mike genuinely smiled this time around.

"Mi papa?" Armando's tiny voice almost breaks Mike's heart through native Spanish.

“Si.” Mike nodded, lifting Armando when his son raised both arms.

Young Armando Aretas rested his head on Mike's clothed shoulder to leave this building with new happiness.

No matter what happens next, Mike promised to stay around.

[ellievickstar]

Valentine's Week Day 2: Too far, Too late.

A/N: I kind of upped and said, "aight I've been too nice recently y'all need to cry." And like given my track record, I don't think anyone is surprised. No I will not proofread this we are doing this shit raw. If anyone wants their therapy bills paid...respectfully, no.

Summary: When the events of the war settles and everyone is settling court affairs, a fox sneaks away from his home to visit the meadow where he had once met his mate. Longing for a time where it was not too late.

Request: Nope.

Pairing: Eris x Reader

Warnings: Character Death, takes place after the events of Hybern, reader is from the Autumn Court and was Eris's mate.

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Approaching the stone that had your name engraved to it's surface, Eris smiled and sat down, his hands coming to lay flat on the grave where he had buried you, lying in the flowers that he had grown. Dandelions, a symbol of freedom that had been your favourite. "Hello little fox," He whispered, his eyes closing as he remembered the first day you had met all those years ago.

Your head cocked to the side as you gazed at the red-headed boy in front of you, eyes traveling his frame. He stood tall, straight, almost as if he had a stick taped against his back just so he could stand as straight as he did. You eyes narrowed as he took a step towards you, almost taking a step back to sprint back into the forests that was your home.

"Wait!" He yelled, arm flinging out to catch you by your wrists, "I don't mean to intrude, I'm just running away right now." You did not detect a lie in his voice, cautiously you took a step towards him. Freckles littered across his face, warm brown eyes, red hair that suited his pale complexion. One would say the boy was almost handsome. However, you had heard the rumours about him. The young lord of the Autumn Court. Despite your family being from Autumn, your parents often warned you of the High Lord and his family, how his sons were cruel and mean. But the boy in front of you...

"Eris, Eris Vanserra," He introduced. You nodded, mumbling out your own name shyly. He began to grin as he dragged you towards the middle of the meadow. "Sit with me!" He insisted. Rolling your eyes, you giggled and Eris could have sworn in his small mind that he had never heard a sound more enchanting. "My mother taught me how to make flower crowns, here!" He swiftly crafted one as his hands deftly weaved the stems together, the sunflowers that he picked up weaving to form a circle that he placed on your head. "Mother said that flower crowns are given to people who love each other," You blushed. His face went scarlet and you laughed at the sight.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as you spotted something from the corner of your eye. A dandelion was sprouting and as you went to pick it up, you pressed the flower into his hand. "Make a wish!!" You commanded, looking at the flower, he smiled, wishing for something he prayed would be possible. "Now blow," You instructed, and once more you both erupted into giggles as the dandelion came apart and was whisked away by the breeze into the air.

But that had been a long time ago. Even on the first day of meeting you, he had known. A part of him was completely entranced by your existence, and everything you did drew him in. On long nights he spent tending to your wounds from hunting. On long nights you had spent holding him as he hid from his father.

On days where you both lazed around in the meadow doing nothing but reveling in each other's presence. On days you had both done nothing but chase each other around the meadow, finding dandelions to make wishes, not knowing you were wishing for the same thing.

All those times he had felt home with you. Had felt safe with you. Only you.

Even know when you were gone he could not help but be here by your side where he buried you. Be here whispering stories, making jokes, imagining for just one moment that you could be here.

"I will love you for the rest of my life little fox, even if you are not here. There will not be a moment where I will not look into every flame and think of you. Your spirit is within me. My mate. For the rest of time you will always be my one and only, from now until we become the stars in the night sky, until i can join you wherever you are, I will continue to fight, to live, just for you."

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A/N: This is kinda short buttttt i'm not sorry. I'm gonna do more character death angst. And I'm not sorry. This is just a taste of it. You guys will get more character death.

[coffee-without-anesthetics]

I have to admit, I have no idea how you manage to translate. I just had a translation exam and... yeah.

"Urge", that's probably "recommander de urgement" (sic). "Recommander" feels too much like an advice you can just discard. "Conseiller" (advice)? Ditto. Well, let's go with recommander. Wait, how do I spell it? "Urgamment?" (sic), "urgeamment?" (sic) how do I even spell "urgant" (sic)? "Urgeant" (sic)? It feels weird with the e. It's probably urgant (sic). [A few seconds later...] Wait, no, it's urgent! So is it "urgemment" (sic)? Let's write that.

[Sees a second "urge"] err... "Conseiller" really feels too mild. What could it be?

"Conseiller" nope.

"Recommander" no.

"Conseiller" NO!

"Pousser" nope, that one is too much of an active action.

"Inviter" oh. Yeah. That fits.

Then I had several occurances of "how do I write this French word?" Précédemment/Précédamment, démarrer/démarer...

i forgot you havent seen me go mad because of translating yet. hm. [one example], [another better example] of my madness. and also [an example of what a dissection of intention] looks like when i do it and another of [what sentence deconstruction] looks like when i'm stuck

fam. i've been translating for nearly 2 years now. got dozens of thousand of published words behind me, some more thousand unpublished. i am used to the madness and the suffering of it. and i am not alone in the process. i call friends to ask whether something sounds aight, i use [deepL] for when im stuck on a particular word, [context reverso] when an expression escapes my mind. i do not rely on my faulty brain or the guys in my head alone.

hate translation exams with your heart as i hate the summer ❗❗❗ world's worst way to test translation capabilities

like just with your example word "urge". no word is ever divorced from its context in an actual translation setting! whether you're working with books, poems, medication instructions, package labels, or anything you could think of, they all exist in a context that provides expected vocabulary! just being given a word on its own also strips it of expected word class, like "urge" can be a verb or a noun, and in french those would be entirely different words yeah? a noun would be "une envie/un désir" and a verb would be "inciter/exhorter"! Give Me Context To Work With!!

as for spelling, i always think of my professor's favorite phrase: french is just vibes trying to look pretty. except for the set-in-stone rules yaknow (-o at beginning, au middle, eau end, CECI for when C is pronounced S and G isn't hard, etc.)

and i still dont know when it's leur or leurs in any given setting.

conclusion: it comes with experience *shrugs*

[shrimplymoray]

Perhaps a Deimos x reader where it begin with a car chase, and ends with a calm moment between them? You can add any spin you want on it, be creative :)

Hiiii!! Thank you for my first Madcom Request!! It genuinely made me happy and i've been cooking it on my head all day lol

Deimos x Reader - Calm After the Storm

It was supposed to be a quick mission. Go in, fuck up the cloning machines with the hacking stuff Deimos does while you made sure his back was covered from those damn L33T Agents but oh boy, were you in for a ride. Literally. "Are the Engineers still on our back, sugar?" Deimos asked, barely glancing at you while you made sure to aim at either heads or tires of the classic AAHW Trucks. "That motherfucker is still on the back. Think we can get the rough route to get some time?" You asked while doing the quickest reload you possibly could. Time is imperative to not have a bullet between both of your heads. "I mean, sure, but ya think ya can take care of aiming at em like that?" The teasing tone of Deimos was always present, even during a fucking chase, but you should be used considering you two get paired often enough for missions. "You almost make me want to shoot you instead" "Ya wouldn't do that, i'm too pretty to die" His raspy laugh was met with the side mirror getting shattered by a bullet. With a rough turn, you try getting a good aim at the driver engineer, managing to miss his head and shoot the passenger seat engineer. 1 down, at least. "One down." This kept on for another ten minutes, with a couple broken glass, one broken mirror, one bullet just missing your arm, and the truck front tires being shot near one of the classic Nevadean Cliffs. You didn't even get back on the HQ, just resting for a while to catch your breath. "Fucking damn, we could've like, get a warning of 'Hey there is a high chance of having Engineers there after Hank went for a random walk and came back with two Grunt heads'" You sighed, while bandaging some small injuries you had from the building raid before. "Yeah, well. Nothin' much to do, right?" Dei gave a small chuckle, lighting his cigarette, and coming near you. "Need help there, sugar?" "Nope, all done. Now gimme your hand" "What? Why?" "Just do it, Deimos." Without further resistance, he did, and you just put something on his hand. After he took a look, it was a small mixtape. "Aw, i didn't knew ye were the romantic type, sugar~" "Shut it. This is just so I don't need to pay the broken mirror..." you took a look back at all the fucked up-ness on the car "... mirrors." "Aham... Just say you like me, it's not that hard." "What if I get that broken mirror and shove it far up your ass?" "Aight, A man can try~" Even though you banter a bit, and maybe amuse Deimos a bit, it's not like you hate each other. Perhaps, in other circumstances, you would be able to talk without... "Hey! It's the Wanted guys! Get them!" Well... that.

I AM SO FUCKING RUSTY ON WRITING, I'M SORRY IF IT IS NOT UP TO MY USUAL STANDARD AAAAA. I never wrote anything substantial for Madcom, so this was certainly new for me, and i need to get a little bit better on my personal characterization, but so far I'M PROUD!!

Hope you Enjoy!

[hyperfixation-fix]

Aight so.

Just reblogged a post that mentioned Nico canonically having depression (totally agree), but I wanted to talk about my other headcanons around Nico's mental health AND MORE IMPORTANTLY his recovery journey.

(AN IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm very wary of talking about headcanons involving mental illness, bc it can easily cross the line into romanticising mental illness. I grew up in that kind of online space, and it's toxic af and makes recovery almost impossible. So I want to emphasise, especially for younger fans who read this - Nico gets better, canonically and in my headcanons. So did I. So will you. It takes work, and often it's not a painless or pretty process, but it's so much better than letting yourself rot away in the dark. Romanticise being well, being happy, and getting better.)

In my head, Nico is autistic. But I think he's been so traumatised and so dissociated for so long that he doesn't even really realise how much things affect him, how much easier things could be if he gave himself permission to be the way he is.

FOR EXAMPLE. I think he is specifically very sensory-sensitive, but he's so disconnected from his body and brain that he doesn't really realise it. He just always feels Bad™️ and has never been safe enough to figure out why. So then, once he gets comfortable at CHB and really starts to finally feel safe and present, he starts to slowly untangle things bit by bit. Will is a big part of this - he's very intuitive and notices stress queues in Nico before Nico even realises he's stressed.

It starts off with Will noticing Nico avoiding crowds, which isn't necessarily weird for a kid who spent the last several years with ghosts, but then he realises it's not actually the people that bother him. It's the noise. Like, Nico avoids the Apollo Cabin as much as possible, even when it's completely empty except for Will, bc it's constantly got music playing a little too loud. Nico doesn't even really know why he doesn't like it and doesn't really bother thinking much about it, but Will is like "huh that's interesting". And, as he gets closer with Nico, that pattern becomes more and more apparent - in noisy places, Nico becomes tense and guarded, but in quiet places he's more relaxed. Then Will notices Nico's sensitivity to textures. Some clothes are consistently "grumpy Nico clothes" and some are "happy Nico clothes".

Will decides to run little experiments, making subtle changes around Nico and taking note of Nico's reaction. For example, suggesting Nico change clothes before a date because "I like the black jeans better" ie "the black jeans are a softer denim and stiff denim makes you grumpy". Or swapping out Nico's sheets bc "whoops my bad, I was practicing wound cleaning and spilled supplies all over them! But don't worry, I've replaced them with a new set so it's all good," ie "your sheets were cheapass 100% cotton and rough af and that's why you haven't had a good night's sleep like, ever, so here's a high-quality satin (or whatever, idk fabrics) set that probably won't bother you as much." And lo and behold, Nico sleeps like a baby every night after that. Or orchestrating a whole plan to get Nico into the Apollo Cabin when it's quiet (music gets turned low, siblings are threatened with weeks of dish duty if they don't keep it down), and seeing if he's less on edge. AND HE IS.

And eventually Nico picks up on Will's increasingly elaborate accommodation experiments (Will is simply having way too much fun at this point - he feels super sneaky, finds it hilarious that Nico still isn't noticing, and also just loves seeing Nico less stressed out) and is like "Solace I know you're up to something, out with it or else." And at that point Will is like "ok bet" and pulls out a fucking spreadsheet (Annabeth taught him how to use excel (yeh I know demigods don't vibe with tech but this is my headcannon so deal with it) with great joy and little-to-no interest in why he actually wanted to learn) with a bunch of Nico's triggers and sensitivities and the success rates of different accommodations. Nico is like "I'm actually going to kill you, you've been fucking with my brain for months????" but is barely containing how curious he is and how sweet he actually finds it that Will has thought so much about how to make Nico happy. But Will knows, especially when Nico, even while grumbling, takes the spreadsheet with him.

The next day Will presents Nico with a present he was saving for the final big-reveal: some loop earplugs or something similar. Discrete and practical 😌 Will just leaves them next to Nico's bed with a cute lil sticky note that says "Before you orchestrate my untimely demise as promised, give these a go. Consider it the last request of a dead man walking ;) love you Neeks x".

And that's that. The earplugs make a massive difference, much to Nico's surprise and Will's smug satisfaction, and from then on Nico starts to reconnect with himself and gets better and better at recognising things that make him more comfortable, and using them. Will considers his experiment over (a resounding success, of course), but is unwaveringly supportive and helpful as Nico figures stuff out.

Lol that became very long sorry, but it made me happy to write it out hehehe

[thatssonanii]

Chapter Three

Warnings: Cursing, Discipline, 18+ (excuse any typos)

Masterlist

Chapter Two

"Look who remembers they have a mother on the other side of the country," Nadine chuckled into the receiver, "Been a whole three months since I've heard from you, Moriah DeBreaux."

Moriah's sigh floated through her lips. "Mama, I texted you at least once or twice a day when I'm not working."

"Hearing your voice and texting are not the same thing. So why haven't I heard from you?"

Zilla looked over at his girlfriend from the road, putting a comforting hand on her thigh. He felt bad being the one that told her to call but he knew she couldn't avoid Nadine forever. 

"Between work and Zilla, I've just been a little busy trying to get into our routine. I'm not doing it on purpose. I'm sorry for not calling."

Nadine hummed at the sound of his name. "So you and him are settling in fine then I suppose?"

"Yes, Mama, we've been fine."

"I should say that's good," she mumbled, "And the furniture? It's still all okay? Your father insisted on picking the sofa but I had final say."

Before Moriah could stop him, Zilla pulled the phone from her as they came to a red light. He held it away from her, pushing her hands away from him as he laughed. 

"I'm glad you asked, Ms. Nadine. The sofa is real nice, came in handy until we got our actual bed."

"What does that mean, Isayah?"

He laughed seeing Moriah mouth 'no' to him. Quietly, he told her to relax as he drove through the green light. 

"That means that I understood the assignment from the condoms to the sofa, you wanted to make sure we was safely and comfortably gettin busy," he explained ignoring his girlfriend hitting his arm, "And I wanted to let you know we did just that. You should definitely get one of them sofas for ya house too should you decide to date again."

The line went silent, Zilla had to hold back how loudly he wanted to laugh while Moriah sat mortified and laughing in the passenger seat. 

"Tell Moriah I will talk to her later."

Zilla chuckled, "Yes ma'am, Ms. Nadine. Forreal though, think about gettin the sofa. Aight?"

When the phone hung up, he passed it back to her still laughing. She snatched it and tossed it into her purse. 

"I'm gonna beat ya ass in your sleep tonight. You just wait. Why would you say that to her? Why?"

He shrugged playfully. "Sometimes you gotta get people before they get you, Fat. You know she was bout to start with you."

"I know but it's cause she was upset I hadn't called her in three months."

"Man," he stressed, sucking his teeth, "Fuck all that. If she wanted to talk to you, she woulda called you. Did she call you?"

"No, but."

"Ain't no but. If she wanted to talk, she woulda called. Everything ain't ya fault. You hear me?"

"I hear you, Zay. You're right."

He squeezed her thigh lovingly before returning his hand to the steering wheel. "Relax, don't even think about it. Gone and take a nap, we got like 2 more hours to we get to Pensacola."

"I'm not," she paused to yawn, "I'm not tired though."

He laughed, "Stop bein so damn hard headed and take the nap."

She mimicked him as she got comfortable, he reached in the backseat passing her his blanket. He glanced at her to make sure she was covered up saying softly that he loved her. 

Clack

Clack

Clack, Clack

Huffing, fourteen year old Moriah snatched her covers off and went to let up her window. She poked her head out, not at all surprised to see Zilla smiling up at her. 

"Do you know what time it is?" She asked in a hushed tone. 

He shrugged, "It's like one something. So what?"

"One in the morning, Isayah. I was sleep, you should be sleep."

Again he shrugged. "Couldn't sleep and you ain't answer ya phone so I came here."

"Because I was sleeping like a normal person," she frowned, "How did you even get out?"

His smile was back, although this time it resembled a sneaky grin.

"Cause I'm me. Come on."

"My mama is gonna kill me if she catches me. No."

"She ain't gon catch you, ima have you back in time like always."

Groaning, Moriah quietly shut her window and went to get her vans. She didn't bother putting anything over her pajamas or taking off her scarf but she did fix up her bed before quietly leaving her bedroom. When she got downstairs, she grabbed them both juices and eased out of the back door. She passed him a juice and stared at him.

"What I do?" He asked opening his juice. 

"Don't play with me," she warned, "I'm out here. What do you want?"

He grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him out the back gate. They walked down the sidewalk in silence besides the neighborhood dogs barking. He would squeeze her hand every now and then. 

"I got a competition next weekend. You coming?" 

"Where at?"

"Dallas. Your mom said she would bring you, if you wanna go."

He shrugged, starting to shake his head. 

"You haven't been to one in months, I really want you to come."

He glanced at her, coming to a stop under one of the street lights. Standing in front of him, she reached up to fix his hair a slight frown on her face. 

"I'll see what I can do."

Moriah's face completely dropped at his words. She knew what that meant and it wasn't what she wanted to hear. 

"Just tell me no cause that's what that means. What girl is it this time? Or is it your new friends again?"

"Ain't no girl, Fat."

"So it's those boys then. You'd rather get in trouble then come support me. I gotta be in trouble all the time to get you to hang out with me or something?"

He frowned down at her. "I ain't say shit about gettin in trouble. I just already made plans with them."

"Plans to do what," she asked, folding her arms across her trouble. She scoffed when he didn't answer. "Exactly. You only wanna hang out with me when they don't need you or in the middle of night. I barely even see you in school anymore, Zay. If you don't wanna be friends no more, just say that."

Realizing she was about to walk away, Zilla pulled her back to him and held on so she couldn't move. He leaned back against the street light, hugging her tight. 

"I know it ain't that easy to get rid of you," he joked. "Ima make more time for you but you not my only friend, Fat."

She scoffed trying to pull away. "Those boys ain't your friends. The ones from your neighborhood and school are but then other ones ain't."

He huffed not taking his arms from around her. "Either way, you ain't the only one but you are the most important even though I ain't acting like it. Ima do better wit you. I promise. Aight?"

"And you promise to come to school," she added staring up at him. 

He chucked. "Not every day but I promise."

"And you're gonna come to my competition next weekend?"

"Only if you come to a party with me tomorrow."

She huffed playfully. "Fine, I'll go but you better come. I'm not playing."

"Bet," he yawned, "Let's go to my crib."

Knowing she shouldn't, Moriah walked to his house with him talking the whole way there. He kept hold of her hand, keeping watch of any danger. When they got to the house one of his brothers was in the kitchen, he made eye contact with them both then checked the clock. He questioned the teenagers but didn't dig too deep into it. 

Making it to his room, he got comfortable in his basketball shorts then got in his bed beside Moriah. He pulled her close to him. 

"Why you like bein bad?" She asked softly. 

"Ion like it, it just happens."

"You're making the choice though, Zay." She sighed thinking of her next words. "You made the choice to not hang out with me and leave me alone at school. Pretty soon you're gonna leave me alone out here."

He turned her over to face him, she wasn't surprised to see him frowning. 

"What you mean?"

"It ain't a secret, Zilla. Your mom tells you all the time if you don't stop you're gonna go to jail. The stuff that you're doing is gonna put you there and you're gonna leave me."

Although it annoyed him to constantly hear that, he didn't like the way it affected the people around him but it wasn't enough to make him stop. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he hugged her briefly. 

"I ain't goin nowhere, man. Ima be right here so we can do the shit you planned for us." He chuckled seeing her smile. 

"Promise?"

He had no idea if he could keep it. 

"Promise."

Taking a chance, Zilla captured her lips in a kiss. It was something he wanted to do for a while but was never quite sure if she felt the same way. The chemistry in that moment felt like the right time, her kissing him back confirmed his thoughts. He pulled away first then kissed her forehead. 

"Go to sleep. Ima make sure you up in time to get home."

Around 8am, the teenagers were being woken up by hits from a broom. They jumped out of their sleep, looking around in confusion and blocking the hits. Leata landed a few more smacks with the broom.

"Do you know how crazy you two have made everybody?" She yelled. "Your mother has been panicking cause she woke up and you weren't in your bed, Moriah! Your father is trying to get here from Georgia and you're in my house!"

Zilla stood from the bed, rubbing at his eyes. "It ain't her fault, Ma. It's mine, my bad."

"My bad?" She repeated in disbelief and hit him a few more times. "And no worries, I already know it's your fault but she knew better too! What were you thinking sneaking out, Moriah?"

Moriah fumbled with her nails nervously, not wanting to get hit again. "I usually make it back in time. We don't usually come here."

"Usually? Oh so you two have been sneaking out for a while then! What is wrong with you two? What if something happened?"

Zilla sucked his teeth. "Man, I got her. Wasn't nothin gon happen to her."

"I've had it up to here with you and your attitude, Isayah. You two were wrong," Leata stressed. "Especially knowing that her mother doesn't even want you two bein friends! Just … get your stuff, I'm taking you home, Moriah. And you're going too and you're gonna apologize to her mother."

When they pulled up to Moriah's house, Nadine was waiting on the porch with a police officer. All three collectively sighed, as Leata put the car in park she turned to look at the teenagers. 

"I don't want any attitude out of either of you, it's only gonna make this worse. Apologize then keep your mouths shut. Are we clear?" She waited for them to nod and got out of the car. "Nadine, I'm so sorry about this. I had no idea she was at my house."

Nadine flew off of the porch to her daughter, frantically checking her for bruises and any signs of distress. The officer stepped off the porch going to the group.

"Everything seems to be alright here. Call if you need anything else ma'am."

"Everything is not alright," she spat, "That boy kidnapped my daughter and I want something done about it."

The officer held back what he wanted to say instead tried to be diplomatic. "Ms. DeBreaux, were you at their house against your will? Did you want to be there?"

"I wanted to be there," she said softly. 

"Did this young man coerce you out of your home?" Moriah shook her head. "Okay so Mrs. DeBreaux, there's nothing I can do as she was not kidnapped. The only option you would have, I don't think you would like much."

"Ms. Parker. And what's that?"

"My apologies, Ms. Parker. Taking her in as a runaway child and charging her but that's only going to affect your daughter. I cannot take him unless his mother decides on that." The officer explained gently. 

Nadine looked between the teenagers as she thought over her choices then a smirk appeared on her face. 

"Can you hold her while I decide if I wanna press charges or not?"

"Mama!" Moriah shrieked, terror was written all over her face. 

"Now, Nadine, a simple punishment will do." Leata interjected trying to help. 

"With all due respect, I won't be taking parental advice from someone with a child like yours," she spat. "Now, can you or can't you hold her, Officer?"

He sighed, giving Moriah a quick, apologetic look. "Yes ma'am, we can hold her for up to 72 hours."

"Mama, don't do that." She pleaded starting to tear up. 

Zilla scrunched his face up, "That's some bullshit. It ain't even that serious."

Leata quickly shushed her son. 

"I'm nipping it in the bud now, something your mother should've done, Isayah." Nadine smiled widely. "Take her, Officer. Her father and I need to decide what to do with her."

Taking out his cuffs, the officer waited for her to give her phone to her mother then reluctantly cuffed her. She cried as he walked her to his patrol car, he helped her in then went back to Nadine. Zilla went to his patrol car to reassure her through the window, trying to get her to stop crying. 

"Ms. Parker, if you take longer than 72 hours the decision will no longer be yours and she'll be charged as a runway."

"Let's say we decide to move ahead, what kind of punishment will she get?"

He cleared his throat, trying to bite his tongue. "Anywhere from community service to a year in the detention center, ma'am."

"Thank you. You can take her now, I need time to think," she informed him politely. 

When the patrol car drove away, Leata stayed put to talk to Nadine. She knew that the teenagers shouldn't be sneaking out but Nadine was pushing it. 

"I know that you're not fond of their friendship and I know that what they did was wrong but locking her up is too far. That girl has never been in trouble," Leata spoke calmly, "You're going to traumatize her if you leave her in there for three days and if you press charges. This is not right, Nadine."

Nadine chuckled, "She wasn't worried about being traumatized when she was laid up all night with your son so I'm not gonna worry about it now."

"Nadine, really? This is a lot even for you."

"Moriah is my child, not yours. You don't get a say in how I raise my kids, Leata."

Moriah's father, Hassan flew in that night and woke up early to get his daughter out of holding. She cried in the backseat the whole way back to the house, going straight to her room when they got back. Hassan argued with his ex-wife after finding out that she was still entertaining the idea of pressing charges. The only way he got her to change her mind was by threatening to take his daughter with him back to Georgia. He stuck around for two weeks as support for his daughter, having a few conversations with Leata and Zilla while he was there against Nadine's wishes. 

After ending the call with Moriah, Nadine facetimed her ex-husband to fill him in on the conversation. Her blood was boiling from the things Zilla had said to her. When he answered, she could tell that she had interrupted him working but she didn't care.

"What's goin on, Nadine? Everything alright?" He asked looking at his computer screen.

"It would be nice to have your attention while I speak, Hassan."

With a shake of his head, Hassan did a few more things on his computer then turned to look at his ex-wife's face on his phone. "You've got my attention. What's up?"

"Your daughter's boyfriend is what's up," she says with an eye roll, "She finally calls after three months and he interrupts our conversation to tell me about them gettin busy. The nerve of that boy."

He chuckled at the sour face expression she had. "He just said that out of the blue or were you bothering Moriah?"

"You think you know everything. All I did was ask her how the sofa was working out for them."

"And I'm assuming before that you had something smart to say about him or their relationship."

"I … that's not the point," she said pointedly. "That boy told me he understood the assignment from me giving them condoms and a sofa."

"Both of which you gave them to be a smartass, Didi. They would've had a much smaller sofa if I let you pick it." He shook his head letting a soft chuckle pass his lips. "He's not gonna let you keep poking at them or Moriah, I keep telling you that."

She scoffed, "He needs to respect his elders. That boy is disrespectful."

"Respect is given, Didi. You haven't given him a reason to respect you, especially with the way you've been disrespecting him and his mama for years. He's bit his tongue because he loves Moriah but she's also gonna be the reason he stops biting his tongue."

When the call went silent, Hassan turned back to his computer to computer his work while he waited for her next thought to come through. He had been trying to explain to Nadine that trying to keep the young couple apart or drive a wedge in between them was going to backfire on her for years but he knew his ex-wife didn't understand that. Not yet at least.

"You need to go down there and check that apartment out, Hassan. Check on our baby."

He laughed, "What do you think he's doing to her? You know our child, if he wasn't doing right and if the apartment wasn't up to par … she would not be there."

"Will you just please go? It'll make me feel better."

"Or you could go yourself, Didi."

"Hassan, please."

Glancing at the screen, he sighed seeing her slight pout that reminded him of their daughter. 

"I'll see what I can do but I'm not getting in their business."

She smiled widely. "Thank you. I owe you."

When the couple got to Pensacola, Zilla drove them to his cousin's house where they would be staying for the weekend. Jon and Trinity invited them to get them out and around family for a little while. Moriah had met them a few times before, they made her feel apart of the family just like the rest of his family had. 

"How you like that hospital, sis?" Trinity asked as she braided Moriah's hair in the living room. 

"It's cool so far, most of my coworkers are nice." Moriah responded excitedly. "I didn't really think I would like the emergency department but it's growing on me."

"Where did you wanna be?"

"Pediatrics or Labor and Delivery," she shrugged, "I'll get there eventually though."

Trinity hummed out a response finishing a braid. "How have you and Zilla been? I know yall get lonely by yourselves."

"Not lonely but it's definitely different not having his mom around. I didn't realize how much the both of us spent with her," she chuckled. "Our first like week or two, we couldn't sleep without talking to her. It was crazy."

Trinity laughed, touching Moriah's shoulder. "I can't even judge yall, I would be the same way. How's he liking it so far?"

"He likes it a lot and he made a friend but I can tell he gets sad sometimes."

"Cause of his dad?"

She nodded. "Yeah, he wants to share it with him and train to him but can't and that upsets him."

"He talk to you about it?"

"Not in detail. He told me what I just told you and that was the end of it. He's not great with that kind of emotion."

Hearing their other halves voices, both of them stopped talking and waited. Jon went to mess with Moriah's hair and she slapped his hands away playfully.

"You just like Zay," she laughed, "Annoying as hell. Move."

He put a hand to his chest acting as if he was offended. "I invite you to my house and you treat me that way. You sleeping on the patio, Zilla can sleep inside."

Zilla started to laugh until he made eye contact with his girlfriend. 

"That's funny, Fatu?"

Zilla tried to stop laughing. "I mean."

Trinity laughed, "Think carefully about your answer."

"You gon let Jon put me outside?"

"Aye, uce, don't let them punk you like that," Jon joked hitting Zilla's chest, "I got yo back."

"Don't get yourself in trouble, Jon." Trinity added.

Jon sucked his teeth playfully nudging his cousin. "Man, come on. Tryna get us in trouble. We'll be back, goin to the store."

Later that night, the couple cuddle in bed in their guest room after the long day. Zilla and Jon cooked on the grill for everybody then they ended the night with a couple of movies. 

"You tired?" He asked softly. 

"No but I'm not having sex with you in your cousin's house," she chuckled. 

He kissed her face then her neck. "I wasn't even finna say that but if I was, you act like we ain't did that in both our people houses before."

"Nobody asked you to bring that to. What you want though?"

"Just wanted to talk, if that's cool with you, fun police."

She laughed pinching his arm. "I am not. Talking is fine though, I'm listening, babe."

"I know I fucked up the plan you had for us gettin put away for all that time and I'm sorry for that," he paused to kiss the side of her face, "Ima make it up to you. Ima take us around the world, put you in a big ass house just like this and get you a nice ass car."

She smiled a little. "I don't need all that."

"I know but you deserve it though. Ima put a rock on your finger too. And you know what's gon happen after that?"

"Tell me."

He moved his hand to her stomach, rubbing it. "We gon have lil Zillas. I was think bout 4 or 5 should be enough."

She laughed softly putting her hand on top of his. "Who is about to push 5 babies out? I think we need to discuss that a little more."

"You gon push em out and ima be right there with you for all of it. Where you wanna live at? Texas? Here?"

She hummed thinking it over, "Uuh unless your mom is gonna stay near us wherever we go then we'll be in Texas."

"Cool with me," he responded going back to kissing her neck, "Zilla gon spend the rest of my life takin care of ya hard headed ass. Zilla got you forever. Aight?"

"I know, babe."

He pulled her closer, holding her tighter. "Just bare wit me, Fat. Ion know the right answers all the time but ima try."

"As long as your trying, that's all I care about, Zay."

Down the hall, the older couple was still getting ready for bed and engaged in conversation. There was more to their invitation than they told the young couple. 

"She mention her mama to you, Trin?"

Trinity shook her head trying to tie her scarf around her head. "Nope. We talked about everything except her mom."

"Mmm," he hummed going to finish brushing his teeth, "Zilla definitely had something to say about her. And I'm sorry but he better than me, I would've been cussed her ass out."

She fixed her scarf then turned to her husband, "That bad? What he say about her?"

"Just that she always got some smart shit to say about him and they relationship and that she pick at Moriah, tryna make her feel bad."

"I'm not accusing him of anything but did he cheat on her something? Why doesn't she like him?" Trinity asked going to their closet for her pajamas. "As long as it's been and she still don't like him. It's gotta be something."

"That's just it, he ain't did no shit like that to her. They ain't get together to after he got out."

She hummed. "Maybe it's the prison thing."

"Nope," he shook his head, "She ain't like him way before that. When they was teenagers, she was about to send that girl to the detention center just to keep them apart."

After a few moments, Trinity emerged from the closet with a frown on her face. Jon explained the whole situation to her, making sure not to miss a detail. 

"That was a bit much. I get it she snuck out but to go that far is crazy."

"Exactly," Jon exclaimed, "Uce think it's something to do with her dad and their divorce."

Trinity stared at her husband for a moment before it clicked. "You want me to ask her about their divorce?"

"Yeah, see what happened. It could help."

"I'll ask but after I do the most important thing. She needs to put her foot down with her mom and put down some boundaries." 

He nodded going over to his side of the bed. "Cause she him ruin their relationship and ion wanna see that. I like her and Uce together, they cute."

"And they really love each other. You can tell."

He pulled the covers down on his wife's side so she could get into bed. "So the plan for tomorrow is to get her to talk about her mama and ima get his ass to open up a lil more about his feelings. Deal?"

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for telling my creator/friend that I need space?

Leaving this off anon bc I'm curious what other ppl think teehee

You gotta read this one all the way through, aight? Aight.

I (???F) am the creation of G (19?NB). There is a fuck ton of stuff to explain, but the TL;DR of it is that they USED to be a God, but then everyone died, then they came back, yadda yadda yadda. When they WERE a God, though, they made me to act as a guard for a specific island or.. something like that.

That aside, they're back now, and they are.. definitely less than happy with their life. Some dipshit guy stole their powers, so now they're just a regular dude. No one takes them seriously because they've always been sort of moody, and I'm pretty sure something else is going on in their head, but I won't make assumptions.

Anyway, G is really upset, and I think I'm the only one who takes them seriously and actually listens to what they have to say. I've also been sharing some of my own powers with them so they could have at least SOMETHING. The thing is, though, some of the shit they've been saying really concerns me. It's like G doesn't have any regards for anyone but themselves and getting their powers back. I've tried to talk about that with them, but they really just don't care. Something about that kid freaks me the hell out.

That in mind, I finally put my foot down and told G that I needed some space. I'm being smothered, and I don't like it. G didn't say anything in response, but they were furious. I'm not sure what to do about that. As it turns out, someone that meant a lot to them left that night. That couldn't have helped.

I knew G would be upset, I knew G had no one else to go to, but I ain't a therapist! But.. I do feel bad. G relied on me a lot, and now they won't even come back. I hurt them, and I feel bad. I've tried having one of their friends talk to them for me, but I don't think they are.

Am I the asshole?

[lovejosephquinn]

Aight just hear me out okay so you bring joe over to mee your family okay you're still surprisingly in the honey moon stage can't keep it in your pants for a second well he's meeting the family and things are going great your parents love him you guys are having dinner and you say something like " daddy please pass me the hot sauce" joe & your dad both go to get it it can end how you like

STOP IT HAHAHA. These requests just legit keep getting better every day 🤣

I just wanted this to be a simple blurb for the reaction, I've seen TikTok videos where this happened and it's just hiliarious

Your wish is my command, thank you for your request x

Joe meeting your parents seemed to go well at first no matter how nervous he'd been for the inevitable moment; it was an evening that had been planned for the last week and you'd been building each other up for it every night leading up to it.

You'd engaged in a lot of light conversation as a foursome, them getting to know Joe better but not interrogating him too much as you'd politely requested, especially to your dad. As you were called by your mum from the kitchen to take your places at the dinner table, your dad stopped you when Joe walked out the room. He put his arm over your shoulder and gave you a slight squeeze "he's good for you Y/N." You gave your dad an appreciative smile back, nodding your head. "He's the best, daddy. I'm so glad you like him."

You joined Joe at the dining table, he was engaging in general chit chat with your mum. "Smells so good Mrs Y/L/N."

"I make a good roast Joseph; you'll never forget it."

"Please, Joe is fine." he smiled as you sat next to him. His hand leaning onto hold your thigh, tracing it slowly upward with his fingers making you shudder. You were very much at the stages of not keeping your hands off one another, but you'd warned him not to try anything at your parent's house in fear they'd notice, he kept his word that he wouldn't to a certain degree, but his actions broke that promise. You gave him a raised eyebrow, shoving his hand away by spreading your legs apart fast, his eyes shot down to them and made him suck his lips inward, sighing out his nose, you looked awfully delicious in your current position.

Your mum placed your plates in front of you after your dad had helped carry the food to the table. "Dig in everyone! Thanks for finally bringing Joe to meet us, it's been a delight" She smiled delightfully towards him.

"Likewise." Joe lifted his drink to her, beamed a toothy grin back at your mum.

The gravy boat was sat furthest away from you, and you were always taught good table manners, so you knew better than to reach over the food to grab it. "Daddy, can you please pass the gravy?"

Instantaneously, your dad's and Joe's hand reached for the handle, both of them halting at once staring each other down for what seemed like an eternity, their eyes doing all the talking for them. Your face was that of a mortified look watching between them both whilst your mums hand covered her mouth, and you couldn't help but hear the muffled bark of laughter that left her.

Your dad cleared his throat and shot your mum a look, making her shove her forkful of food into her mouth, looking towards you. "I hope you're joking." your dad mumbled.

You looked innocently back at your dad. "I don't know what you mean."

"You're 25 years old, you know exactly what I mean."

Joe snorted through his nose, finding the whole situation comical, your dad shot a forced smile back at you, yes, he was clearly embarrassed by the whole shocking ordeal, not ever wantin to know that this was his daughter's kink, which clearly made him sick to his stomach, but he had to accept that unfortunately you were a grown consenting adult in the honeymoon period with your new boyfriend.

You straightened your posture, sighing a relief that it didn't end up in a heated debate. "Joe, will you let my dad pass me the gravy?" Joe nodded, looking anywhere but at your dad, his eyes bulging out of his sockets. You'd never forget the night he met your parents.

[meenatranslates]

[R] Taichi | Those Who Hide in the Snow

Every time I go to the storage room to look for props, things always appear or disappear, so it feels like treasure hunting.

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The Return of Lord Taichi!? - Part 1

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ーRoom 106 (Day)ー

*knock knock*

Azami: Who is it?

Oh, Taichi-san.

Taichi: Sorry to bother you! Can I borrow the Yaksha horns that you used during the Ayakashi Festival before?! (1)

Azami: Yaksha horns...? Oh, does this have to do with the demon role that you and Sakuya-san going to play as guest performers?

Taichi: Yeah! I was thinking of what I could do before our practice starts.

And when you think of demons, horns come to mind, right? I just thought they're what I need to look the part.

My demon role has a lot of horns on the head, and they're kinda similar to your Yaksha horns...!

I actually don't know if you have the full set costume, but I thought it won't hurt to ask you for it!

Azami: I see. But that costume was for the summer festival's salesperson to wear, so even if they still have it, it'll take a while to pull it out.

Taichi: Agh, you're right.

Azami: Have Director call them...

...Nevermind. Why don't you try looking around the storage room? You might unexpectedly find something there.

Taichi: Oh yeah! It's like a magical storage room where anything you want can come out if you dig deep enough!

Azami: I think the room's just being messy, though.

Taichi: Aight, I'll go and look for something there!

Azami: Let me know if you still don't find anything. I'll try asking the staff for the Yaksha horns then.

Taichi: That'd be a great help! Thanks, A-chan!

ーStorage Roomー

Hmm... I guess there isn't one here...

(A-chan said all that, but I'll feel bad asking Director-sensei and the townspeople for help just to lend me the horns only...)

Ah, I can just make one myself!

Oh, but I'd be better off doing something else if I have that much time... Hngh...

Aaahh~! Won't horns just sprout on my head already?! Anyone, please help me and grant my wish~!

Haha, just kidding.

...Hm? M-my head is kinda itchy. Feels like something's digging into my scalp...

Horns?: Are you the one who had summoned me?

Taichi: Huh? Who was that...?

Horns?: Were you not saying you needed my help?

Taichi: EHH!? N-no way... I've got horns now! Are they also... Hngh-! I can't get them off!!

(Noooo~! The cursed horns are back again!) (2)

Horns?: Good grief, you have been so tumultuous since earlier. That behavior is very unbecoming of you. To be more proper, you must walk like this.

Taichi: (My body is moving on its own!?)

Horns?: I haven't the slightest idea of the snow spirit you have in mind, but surely they are something similar to me.

Hmm... Not having an attendant is out of the question. Let us look for them.

Taichi: P-please wait a second! Everyone will be surprised, so anything but that~!!

=====NOTES=====

[1] Referring to Azami's R "Sneering Yaksha"

[2] Referring to Taichi's SSR "Demon of Hell"

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The Return of Lord Taichi!? - Part 2

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ーHallwayー

Horns?: Now then, is there anyone around?

Taichi: (Not only my body, but my mouth also moves on its own!)

(Back then, it seems that I got possessed by a Jiangshi after Ban-chan stuck an unknown talisman on me...)

(But I'm currently being possessed while fully conscious right now!! I'm gonna get told off by Ban-chan and Sakyo-nii again~!!)

Eeek...! Please don't let me bump into someone here...!

Chikage: Oh, Taichi. Good morning.

...What are those horns?

Horns?: I don't like this guy.

Chikage: Eh?

Taichi: Ahhh, nope, nothing! The weather is good today as usual, huh! Now then, if you'll excuse me!

Chikage: What was that...?

ーBalconyー

Taichi: (Surely there's no one-)

Homare: A shining snow shower, a sparkling sun shower... Pouring down on us-

Taichi: (Gaaahh-!! There is~!)

Homare: Oh, hello there, Taichi-kun. Care to have some tea as well?

Hm? Why do you have horns there?

Horns?: The elegance is impeccable, but I do not believe we can get along.

Homare: ...Pardon?

Taichi: Ahaha, the tea sure smells good, huh! But my tummy kinda hurts right now, so I'll have the tea another time!

Homare: Is that so? Take care, then.

Still, I wonder what's with the horns...?

ーLoungeー

Sakyo: We need to send the year-end gift to the chairman, and then...

Banri: Ah man, it's already the time. What should we do with the end-of-year gift?

Taichi: (Oh no, no, no! What should I do?! I ran into the people I want to avoid the most!)

Banri: Oh, it's Taichi.

...Hey, I've seen that horns somewhere before.

Horns?: Hoh... This guy is not worth it, but...

The other guy here looks well-taught. He seems to be informed of civility, so he's perfect.

Banri: Hah? Why you...

Taichi: Awawa! Ban-chan, this is-.

Horns?: Hey, that four-eyes over there. I'm talking about you.

Sakyo: Ahh?

Taichi: It wasn't me just now, Sakyo-nii! It's the horns' doing!

Horns?: As you can see, he is not behaving properly. Having an attendant by his side should make things a little better. A few days should suffice, so serve him well.

Sakyo: ...This sure seems familiar, hm?

Taichi: I'm really sorry about this, Ban-chan and Sakyo-nii...! Seems like I got possessed again...

Sakyo: My god, what did you do this time.

Taichi: Well...

~~~~~

Sakyo: Now I get it. Your wish backfired on you.

Banri: Should we do the talisman again?

Horns?: Do you truly think that would work against me?

Banri: This guy's irritating as heck.

Taichi: Sorry, Ban-chan!

Um, so, what should I do to remove these horns?

Horns?: They will be gone if you are able to maintain the same dignity even without me around.

Sakyo: It might be pointless for asking, but... Is there any hope?

Horns?: From what I see, there is none.

Taichi: Eh! No way~. So you're telling me I'm gonna be stuck like this for life!?

Horns?: If you do not want that, then train yourself to develop the dignity worthy of my level. Do that and they will come out then.

Taichi: Urk, this is the most spartan role study I've ever done so far...

Horns?: Hey, 'Four-eyes', carry this through together as his attendant. He won't grow any further otherwise.

Sakyo: That's none of my business. And who are you calling 'Four-eyes'?

Horns?: This guy here had mentioned that this was for role study. For a place like this, it is not possible for it to be none of your business, no?

Sakyo: Tsk, what awfully talkative horns.

Banri: Yeah, the one before this didn't talk at all.

Horns?: ...Seems like I have no other choice. Since thou would not do it, I will train him.

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Where is the dignity in that!

Taichi: *huff, puff* I'm getting mentally tired from switching places... When will I be free from the horns~!

Tenma: What's with the ruckus here?

Taichi: Ten-chan! I want these horns to come off already~!!

Tenma: Just take them off then.

Banri: We're sayin' that he can't. He got possessed by somethin' weird. Until he has the dignity, he can't take 'em off at all.

Tenma: ...Hah? I don't get it. You really can't do it?

Banri: Try and touch 'em.

*Tenma touches them, then the horns disappear*

Tenma: W-what the!?

Banri: Huh?

Sakyo: It disappeared...?

Taichi: Eh!? You serious!?

Horns?: I can see in him that he possesses a great dignity.

Tenma: What's this voice...?

Banri: It sure resonates directly in my head.

Horns?: He is still somewhat immature, but he has good manners.

Although he does not have as much civility as 'Four-eyes' does, he is the most akin to me. You shall ask this person for guidance from now on.

Tenma: ...What is he talking about?

Sakyo: ...He was annoying to the end, but then he appointed Sumeragi and disappear, just like that.

Banri: Guess it's 'cause he felt they were kindred spirits.

Taichi: Seems like it...

Story Clear!