#life comes at you fast and it comes at you in the most hilarious way so beware.
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on another irony i went back to look for Roadâs song out of nostalgia while at it and the only thing youtube knew to do was shove STEP from a3 in my way, for NO reason, but only to have me stare, confused, almost yelling, about why out of all the a3 songs to shove my way it had to be the one with Kandaâs second seiyuu while i was specifically talking about the dgm seiyuu coincidences that had been following me.
#Takuya Sato is never going to let me forget that i first was meh about him because he wasn't Takahiro Sakurai#2015's opinions that didn't age well AT ALL#i talked about it a lot before but the second dgm anime had a lot of seiyuu newcomers.#that started just getting popular but started out in idol games so casual shounen fans were so mean to them LMAO#but personally i was just sour the whole ancient cast was replaced by a new sounding one#i remember staying up super late to the 2015's cast annoncement and being a bit disappointed with the seiyuu at the time#And Sato especially was taking Kanda in a complete different direction than Sakurai and i didn't know what to think of it#anyway the anime sucked (not bc of the seiyuu tho they did their best) and i moved on with my life#only to get obsessed about seiyuu in 2019 or so and getting hit in the face#with the fact all of my favorite seiyuu at the time. Were all in the dgm second anime.#Takuya Sato. Eguchi Takuya. Wataru Hatano. Saito Soma. Hanae Natsuki. All that jazz.#not specifically a fav too but a seiyuu i like: Ayume Murase too#and i'm still. Staring at my past self. Trying to slap her in the face like. Bro. Bro.#Meanwhile now Sakurai hit rock bottom in my esteem and he somehow still brought a shovel#i can't believe history will come back at me laughing at me#on how i'm crying over how happy i am hearing Sato's voice and wanting Sakurai's to disappear.#life comes at you fast and it comes at you in the most hilarious way so beware.#(at least from the old cast Suzuken still didn't disappoint me and that's all that matters <3)#ichatalks
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I saw your child of aphrodite imagine, and it got me thinking, imagine a child of ares as the opposite. They are the most put-together looking imaginable, have a sort of cutsey or croquette aesthetic fashion taste, and are the most kind, loving, and gentle person you would ever meet. So when the assumed aphrodite kid absolutely demolishes the opposing team in capture the flag and gets claimed by ares everyone looses their goddamn minds.
Reader being the Opposite of a Child of Ares
OMG I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINKâŒïž I actually really love this AHHH
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Another entirely unexpected arrival at camp, campers think itâs the most obvious place where you belong, the Aphrodite kids are ready to accept you into their cabin and everything when you get claimed.
The way reader is so put together has everyone entranced. You always pause to find a reflective surface to fix your hair during camp activities, making sure it falls and frames your face perfectly. Walking with grace and avoiding any muddy puddles to avoid ruining the loafers you walked into camp with. Even when you walk by some campers they can smell how fresh and expensive the perfume you wear is. Even your outfits look expensive and flattering on you, the unique style capturing your natural beauty even more!!
So many people think youâre gonna get claimed by Aphrodite by the end of the night, but everyone is surprised when they donât see the familiar symbol of the goddess when dinner ends. I mean, she usually claims her children by the first day after all!
Nonetheless, the campers are sympathetic towards you, patting your shoulder as they wish you a goodnight while youâre just confused.
âItâs ok, maybe Aphrodite will claim you tomorrow! Donât let it keep you up at night.â
You donât even get a chance to tell them you already have a mother before everyone just disperses to their cabins. I find it hilarious to imagine that reader knows Aphrodite isnât their godly parent while everyone else is just convinced she is cuz they donât even know who your mortal parent is (kinda sad if you think about lowkeyđ)
Youâve just given up on correcting people cuz youâre too nice (and kind of a doormatđ), using your own time to figure out who your real parent is while people keep yapping about Aphrodite.
Despite that, youâre know as a kind, social butterfly. Whenever someone needs help, whether it be from choosing an outfit, doing braids on the younger girls hair, or needing a sparring partner, youâre quick to volunteer. Youâre kind to everyone even the Ares cabin even if they sometimes let snide remarks slip on what youâre wearing that day.
Fast forward to Fridayđ pass dinner again and youâre STILL not claimed people just assumed youâve somehow angered your supposed mother.
It was revealed that the game for the night is capture the flag earlier in the week and everyone is bustling with life. I feel like Ares!Reader lives in some form of constant confusion since no one tells you anything so when people excitedly give you the run down of the game, theyâre surprised when you want to play as well!
Usually the Aphrodite kids sit out on harsh games like this so it catches them off guard when you start putting on armor and grabbing a weapon so you can join the game.
As much the campers like you, the leaders are hesitant to choose you for their teams since they believe that you wonât be much helpđđ
Putting you as defense with some other campers for the flag, nobody really expects you to fight well if enemies make it past their offense group. Lowkey kinda hurts you that they think you need to be watched after but you still stand your ground, tense as you hear yelling eachoing throughout the forest.
When you see campers from the opposing team come running into sight, you get ready to clash against them until your partner tells you to guard the flag instead. While watching them fight, your skin practically ITCHES to join.
Your heart beat fastens watching them, gripping the sword harder as more enemies trampled from the forest, your own teammates stumbling after them. When one camper, Percy you learned his name was, managed to wiggle through your teammates, many of his team fought through the barrier as well.
Raising his sword, you finally gave into your urges to fight, swiftly meeting and blocking him with your own sword. He didnât have much time to react before you forcibly shoved him backwards which caused him to stumble into the people behind him. With everyone surprised with your new fire, this gives you an upper hand as you begin swinging your sword at the green eyed boy in front of you. Youâre all offense now, forcing him and his team into defense as you push them further away from the flag.
Youâre absolutely merciless and fast that you manage to fling Percyâs sword from his grasp and continue to pick out his teammates one by one once heâs no longer a threat. Like itâs not even funny, youâre like a bull as you swing your sword like a maniac.
Everyone is in chaos as they try to get away from youđđ your own team doesnât even know if youâre on their side or not LMAOđ and from the corner of your eye you see that same boy you taught earlier climbing up the rock your flag was on. So without a second thought you disarm the person in front of you and fling the sword at Percy with as much force as you can.
People gasp as it goes straight into the rock beside him. Had you aimed a few more inches to the right you would have definitely killed him, no doubt. He could only stare back at you in shock, the friendly face he was used to seeing twisted in an unfamiliar, threatening look. The way you looked at him made it feel like you were going to pummel him into the ground if he even dared to continue going for your teams flag.
Even as the sound of a horn faintly echoed in the background, the group of campers were captivated by the bright red symbol glowing above your head. Glancing up, you could only breathe out a soft âAresâ before it slowly faded away into nothing.
It was quiet for a moment before someone jumped on your back and started yelling with joy. Everyone quickly surrounded you, cheering and screaming at how amazing you were. No one saw it coming and thatâs what made them even more excited.
Coming out of the woods, campers would still surround you and praise you for your amazing fighting skills!!! When you revealed you never even held a sword before this week, no one believed cuz nobody could just do all that without any training!
Now that Ares claimed you as his, I think reader would have difficulty adjusting to the harsh and brash atmospheres of the Ares cabin.
Youâre very different compared to them despite having excellent combat skills and fighting tactics. Your overall appearance and personality makes you stand out against your siblings, which is something they sometimes target you for.
Theyâve seen you get stepped on by other campers though, so in their weird way, this is them kinda trying to toughen you up. Theyâre lowkey proud when they see that you have more witty comebacks whenever they throw comments at you.
Clarisse is one of the few campers that treat you the same, still throwing sly remarks and insults your way, but she does acknowledge that you are one of the strongest, if not the strongest, people in the cabin.
Overall I think Reader is the only camper that everyone gets along with thatâs in the Ares cabin! Whenever there are group games or activities that involves fight, everyone is calling dibs on you. You still manage to keep your grace and loving nature even when surrounded by your siblings. Your open personality scares them at first since theyâre not used to being fretted over and showing emotions, so itâll take them some time to get used to your affections!
Ares!Reader shows others that you can be a badass fighter on the field while being a kind person off field! Love this reader tbhđ
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I've found a few fics that hc that Astarion purrs when he's happy (Catstarion supremacy lol). Do you think he might if he felt safe enough with Tav?
I am 100% on board with that! I know that bats purr a little bit different from cats but it's not like bats=vampires.
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Purring Astarion
Vampires can purr.
They purr when they are safe, happy, and content.
Like cats.
But have you ever seen a happy vampire?
Never. It's as rare as a vampire who can walk in the sunlight.
They suffer. They starve. They hate themselves.
They are tortured. Beaten. Hunted.
They are never safe enough to do so.
Astarion's life used to be hell. There wasn't a single good thing in his pathetic existence.
But he is free now. Cared. Loved.
He can do whatever he wants.
And he isn't alone. He has a person to hold, to talk to, and to share his feelings with.
Who can sit for hours playing with his curls while he trauma-dumps them about the most horrible events of his life.
Astarion learns about new ways of intimacy - bathing together, holding hands, cuddling.
One day, he wakes up after an especially bad nightmare. He doesn't remember what exactly he saw, but it was so unsettling he scratches his skin with his sharp nails.
When you return and see Astarion like that, you place him above you like a weighted blanket.
Pressing his head against your chest and stroking his back.
Your heartbeat and breathing soothe him, and he stops crying.
You lie like that for what seems like an eternity in silence.
He is happy.
At this moment, he realizes that the last six months have become a counterweight to two hundred years of misery.
Astarion relaxes and feels like falling asleep.
You hear a weird sound, as if there was a big cat beside you.
Purring.
You hug Astarion tighter and realize the purring comes from his chest and throat.
He probably isn't even aware of it.
The sound is nice and pleasant, but the very idea is hilarious, and you burst out laughing.
"What - What is this?" Astarion elbows up, staring at you. "Did I do something wrong?"
There is a weird sensation in his throat, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
"You were purring! Like a cat!"
Astarion is shocked.
It's not like he is fond of the idea that his body reacts so openly to feeling good.
(As if having an erection any time you do something playful wasn't enough to embarrass him).
But all his doubts fade into the background as he realizes how much you like it.
It's like having a big cat in your bed who doesn't try to run away if you squeeze it too hard.
And it's a good indication if Astarion really feels good or just pretends.
Sometimes, you think he feels off, only to hear soft purring from his chest.
Sometimes everything is great, but you don't hear this pleasant vibration.
And you also soon realize that if you make Astarion sit between your thighs, his back pressed against your chest, and start playing with his ears and curls, he immediately starts purring.
Safe, loved, protected. Like a happy cat.
Bonus:
You and Astarion have a dhampir-daughter
You two wonder how many vampiric traits your daughter has inherited.
Will she be able to walk on ceilings? Will she have fast regeneration?
You will find it later, but now you have a newborn girl, who isn't really fond of the idea of being pushed into this unpredictable world.
Once you finish the first breastfeeding session, the girl closes her dark eyesâŠ
And start purring like a tiny kitten.
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HAN TAESAN | happy wife, happy life
pairings â idol!han dongmin x idol!reader
warnings â hanging joke, saying marriage but not actually married yet(?)
genre â FLUFF & romance hehe (wc. 789)
note â mentally not the best so im rlly inconsistent but itâs okay for now guys đđ if u have any requests iâd be very happy to make it for u đđ plspls like repost n follow đ
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DING! DING! DING!
The buzzing notification sounds echoed loudly in a busy cafe, making some customers look at the victim responsible for these noises.
Said victim hurries to turn their notification sounds off, before checking his messagesâonly to see 6 missed calls and 14 messages from âmanager đ«đ„â.
manager đ«đ„: WHERE ARE YOU???
manager đ«đ„: WEâRE THREE HOURS LATE ALREADY!!!!
you: im On the Way!
you: gimme a bit
manager đ«đ„: dont lie. I literally see your location and it isnât moving AT ALL.
you: okay im actually almost done.
you: seriously, the lineâs almost over
you: [picture attached]
manager đ«đ„: fine. Come back faster! We need to hurry up to isac bc u guys already missed the track comp.
you: đđ
âOrder 1140, Mr. Woonhak!â Called a server.
Nobody reacted to that call for a few seconds, before the 180-ish-cm man jolted, remembering that he was supposedly Woonhak.
(Ever put a name in your order and forgot about it? Yeah, it happens to me all the time.)
âHere!â He replied, coming to the counter in a hurry.
âMatcha cake with pink frosting and custom lettering?â They asked to be sure.
âYes, thank you so much!â Replied âMr. Woonhakâ as he takes the takeaway-boxed cake and hurried out the door.
He practically jumped in the car (gracefully though) with how fast he was going.
âYah!â shouted Woonhak, âwhyâd you take so long!?â
âDonât you see the line?â Replied Taesan, his eye rolling as he holds the cake with care.
âYeah but why do we have to go get this cake? Just get it at any other bakery so we wouldnât be late to ISACâwe already missed the track race!â
Someone (Leehan) suddenly sat up from the backseat, glasses crooked on his head as if he just woke up (he did), âThatâs because itâs y/nâs favorite cake.â
âYeah Woonhak,â butted another menace (jaehyun), âItâs their 2nd anniversaryâ but of course youuuu wouldnât understand since youâve never had a womanâs touch before other than your mom and sister.â
âYAH!â screamed Woonhak.
Thus, another bonekdo quarrel emerge.
(Woonhak lost once again. Give me a dab in the comments; one dab = one hp for our maknaeâs patience)
EXCLUSIVE: BOYNEXTDOORâS TAESAN MISTAKES ISAC FOR WE GOT MARRIED?
In the ISAC 2024, k-pop boy band BOYNEXTDOOR (under KOZ) arrives 5 hours late to the venue, earning some attention from netizens. Onedoors (Boynextdoorâs fans) called them hilarious, especially with that spectacular entrance, consisting of the members wearing sunglasses and strutting in the building as if they won the games (they will then lose really badly in archery) in a proud manner.
Despite the many games and groups competing in the games, what went most viral was surprisingly not sports-related, and weâre here to tell you the scoop!
Boynextdoorâs Taesan is widely known for dating [reader] of [group name] since the very beginning of their debuts. They also went trending many times for thatâlike a fresh breeze in the very tense atmosphere of idol-relationships. This time, it seems that Taesan decided to take it up a notch with his display of public affection and prove to everyone that romance is very much not dead!
Running in the buildingâand then sliding on his knees to stop in front of [reader]âs viewâbefore procuring a bouquet of pink lilies for her all the while his very supportive members threw confetti at them!? Gosh, me when! After that, he also gave [reader] an exclusive cake from [readerâs favorite cake shop] to celebrate what seemed to be their 2nd year Anniversary.
Other idols in the building such as ZEROBASEONE and THE BOYZâs Younghoon gave their support by cheering on the coupleâas well as many others. Later on, it was even said by Zerobaseoneâs Gunwook jokingly in his groupâs vlog that he was jealous of their relationship, haha!
When asked about it later on in a live, Taesan responded that it was simply because it was their anniversary, and he wanted to make it special for them. In addition, he said a catchphrase that went viralâ saying âHappy wife, happy lifeâ, despite them not being married yet. [readerâs group] have not yet responded to this statement.
Many netizens are reacting to this viral video, saying that itâs so fresh and sweet of them twoâsome even joking and saying that âIâm the guy h*nging in the lights behind themâ (source) in Tiktok and Instagram. All in all, netizens seem to think that itâs extremely sweet and wishes them both to remain happy and strong in the relationship!
What do you think about it?
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with me + part twenty two
rec listening: what dreams are made of by hilary duff (you'll know when) // words: 11k // warnings: smut, language, fluff galore, and suggestive content // masterlist
Coming off an insanely hectic week and an even more hectic weekend, your plan from the minute you stepped off that plane with Joe and Callie, who he held protectively in his arms as she slept most of the time, was relatively simple.
Very simple, actually.
Rest.
Rest for as much of the day as you could until it was time to get up and ready to drop Callie off at Kaylahâs place before your checkup.
It was a good plan, a sensible plan.
Itâs also a plan that went right out the window when you wake up to find your man not next to you, not with his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against his equally strong chest, hand on your baby bump.
No, instead you find his head in between your legs feasting on you like a man on the brink of starvation.Â
âOh my godâŠ.â You will never in your life complain about waking up this way, your favorite adult person in this life, eating you out with that tongue that could make a nun swear. Never. But, you also donât know how this man is up at what feels like the ass crack of down ready for some pussy with the ridiculous weekend he had.Â
His tongue circling your clit makes your hand shoot to his head, fingers immersed in his silky hair. âBabyâŠ..oh shit, just like that.â Itâs so hard to speak with him sucking on your pussy in the way that only he can, but you do your best to power through. âYouâsupposed to beâfuckâresting.â
Itâs the wrong thing to say because this man clearly lives to drive you mad. He lifts his head, the sun from the adjacent window hitting him just right to illustrate the shine of your essence all over his beard. Fuck, he must have made you orgasm in your sleep already.
A damn shame you werenât awake to experience that glory.
Smug as always, he asks, âyou really want me to stop?â Itâs the way he sticks his index and middle finger inside of you, watching as your back naturally arches, hand moving down to touch yourself.
Joe moves fast, answering your hand away, answering before you can protest, âthe next time you come will be on my dick.â
Feeling bold while also eager for that dick, you taunt him, knowing what kind of response youâll receive. âSo what you waiting for?â
He smirks, and you know right then and there, heâs about to make you lose your fucking mind.
In a matter of what feels like seconds, he has you on your hands and knees, powerful backshots making you ready to scream his name for the entire neighborhood to know at least one of their new neighborsâ identity.
Your grip on the headboard is really the only thing keeping you upright, the force of his thrusts so rough and borderline aggressive that it has you seeing stars. One particular angled thrust forces out a louder than necessary curse that you know almost instantly heâs gonna make you pay for.
As expected, he pauses just to let his hand come down on your ass. Blood is nearly drawn with how hard you have to bite on your lip to keep from moaning. âShut up before you wake her up.â His voice is gruff and demanding and you love it. Love it when heâs rough with you like this, when he makes it clear as day who runs shit in the bedroom. It makes your cunt clench against the girth of his dick. âFuck, I missed being inside this pussy.â
Not as much as you missed him.
Joe plants his hand on the small of your back, pushing you down, deepening your arch. A groan of absolute bliss is all you can muster as he starts slamming against your G-Spot. âGon make you come on my mouth and dick every fuckin day Iâm home.â
He keeps you almost facedown into the mattress for a couple more minutes before he suddenly reaches and yanks your body flush against him, again deepening his reach.Â
Itâs a miracle you donât scream from that alone.
Joe grabs you by your chin and and turns your head to the wall with the full body mirror that gives you both a perfect view of the nastiness currently occurring. His mouth is by your ear, biting down on your earlobe as he instructs, âLook how fucking gorgeous you look right now, making a mess all over my dick with my baby inside you.â
Itâs a hell of a view, the sight alone to make you come all over him right then and there.
His hand moves to your stomach, and you swear you hear a moan as he asks, âyou gon give me another baby after this one?â
At that, your eyes go wide, because what in the actual fucking hell? Youâre not even halfway through this pregnancy, and heâs already talking about the next?
But then his hand circles back around to the front of you, kneading your breast and intentionally slowing his pace for a torturously teasing second before slamming back into what has to be your stomach.
Heâs so fucking deep in you.
Never a fan of having to wait, his deep voice rumbles in your ear, âI asked you a question.â And before you can try to reason with the man that is living, breathing proof God is real and so so good, that big hand travels down the slope of your belly to your pussy, fingers circling your clit. âYou gon let me put a baby in you?â
Thereâs really only one answer youâre capable of giving. Tears down your face from borderline overstimulation, you swear over your entire goddamn uterus for this man to do whatever he wants. âShit, yes. Oh God, yes.â
Heâs visibly pleased and satisfied as he shoves you back on the bed and temporarily removes himself to adjust positions. Joe lays you on your back, legs pushed up at the same time he re-enters you with all the roughness of before. âYou ainât ever getting on that damn pill.â
That could be a problem, maybe, but itâs a problem for another damn day.Â
More deep strokes build up that familiar pressure that starts low and expands high. He sees that, the same way you see and feel his end nearing as well. âLemme see that face when you come all over daddyâs dick.âÂ
And like the pathetic simp you are for him, your release courses and travels through your entire body, hands squeezing at the sheets, toes curling, trembling and all.
Joe is not far behind, big body hovered over yours as he empties inside of you, sparing not a single drop of his sperm.
He drops to your side, and the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, chests heaving as you try to gather your bearings.Â
Itâs a couple minutes later when you notice the feeling returning to your bottom half. Turning your head to look at him, you tell him half joking, half serious, âyou keep fucking me like that, and Iâm gonna be pregnant every year, Joe.â Thinking back, it really is a miracle you didnât get pregnant much sooner than you did. Granted, it took a bit for you to get comfortable enough to let him fuck you raw. Still, if you knew then what you know now, the beautiful life youâd have together, you probably would have let him impregnated you sooner rather than later.
Especially with knowing how much heâs always wanted a family.
He runs his big hand over your bump. âWhatâs wrong with that?â
All you can do is stare at him like heâs stupid. This man done lost his goddamn mind. After this baby, youâll give him one more. After that, thatâs it.Â
Three kids is your limit.
Thatâs more than enough.
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After spending the morning and early afternoon with Callie, the two of you ready her and yourselves for the doctor's appointment. As expected, Callie asks to come, something you were initially okay with until Joe voiced his concerns.
Initially, heâs a bit iffy with his explanation. You donât follow, donât understand why you canât share this moment with Callie as well, letting her hear her baby brother or sisterâs heartbeat for the first time.
Itâs not until he says, âjust want to make sure everything is alright firstâ that you get it, that you understand he wants to make sure everything is still going smoothly with the pregnancy. It makes all the sense in the world given everything heâs been through with this subject.
So you respect it, hoping heâll be okay with her attending the next one, or even whichever appointment will be the one where you find out the sex.
She seems to really want a baby sister.
Youâre convinced, however, itâs a boy.
Itâs something you somehow feel even more convinced of sitting in the doctorâs lobby with your boyfriend, waiting to be called.Â
âLooks like my momâs flight is still scheduled to arrive on time.â
Your mother, forever the drama queen, opted to stay in Philly an extra day so she could ârest.â Rest from what, youâre not entirely sure, because her week wasnât nearly as hectic as yours and especially Joe. But, the Airbnb was rented until Tuesday, so it wasnât an issue for him, thus itâs not a big deal to you either.Â
He nods. âIâll pick her up.âÂ
âYou can just pick Callie up on the way home afterwards then.â Itâs less ripping and running for the man who should be resting but has been on the go since the minute his eyes opened this morning, it seems. âGive us a few hours of alone time.â
He gives you that look. âYou feening already?â
âStop being nasty,â you chide, even if heâs not entirely wrong. Itâs a rarity that you get alone time with the man next to you, usually having to share, or not share, him with his possessive little twin. âI was thinking we could take a nap or something. The next few days are gonna be stupid busy and draining. My agenda is packed.â
âYou created a schedule?â
âOf course.â Itâs said as if itâs the simplest thing a person could ever explain. âIâm a teacher and a mama, Joe. I live my life by schedules and agenda. Iâll share the Google doc with you.â
Forever confused about modern technology, he asks, âa what?â
Groaning, head thrown back against the seat, you chide him for his outdated knowledge of technology. âYouâre such an old man. Imagine Microsoft Word but better and easily accessible.âÂ
Heâs unbothered and clearly set in his ancient ways. âIâm still stuck on the agenda.â
âBaby, if youâre gonna go all out to take us to Disney, Iâm gonna make sure weâll maximize our time there as much as possible.â
He looks like he wants to initially say something but decides on option two instead. âItâs not like itâll be the last time, baby. Weâll go again in May if youâre up to it, and I know Callie gon want to go again and again.â
âThat girl would probably live there if she could.â Itâs half a joking, half a serious guess. Thinking on his words, you suggest, âif for some reason I canât go in May, you two should go.â
He looks at you as if heâs surprised you would suggest something like that. âYeah?â
Nodding, you grab his arm, laying your head against his shoulder. âShe would love that, and with you being home, any opportunity you have to spend time with her, just the two of you, you should take.â Hand to your stomach, you add, âespecially before the baby gets here.â
It goes without saying that Joe will absolutely spend as much time with Callie as he can while on indefinite hiatus, but spending said time doing something like taking her to Disney for a father daughter trip would be another level of happiness.Â
For the both of them.
A couple of minutes later, your name is called. Joe easily slips his hand over yours, guiding you to the back. Heâs standing at your side as the nurse takes your weight, blood pressure, and is outside the door as they take a urine sample to check for sugar and protein levels. Once in the room, the nurse finalizes her portion of questions before instructing you to undress and change into the hospital gown.Â
As soon as the door is closed and youâre laid on the table, your hand reaches for his.
âEverythingâs going to be fine.â
Youâve been with this man long enough to know that while heâs adept at hiding his emotions, compartmentalizing them wisely and expertly, thereâs just some minor telltales that give him away his truth. Tiny little signs that you know and can recognize significantly easier than most. Itâs how you know heâs fighting back unease and potential anxiety at something thatâs historically been borderline traumatizing for him. Â
Thatâs why you bring your conjoined hands to your belly, again reminding him, âweâre going to be fine.â
He doesnât say anything, but you donât need him to. You just need him to know that youâre here for him.
A couple minutes later, Dr. Young walks in with that same friendly greeting, introducing herself to Joe and leaving the same great impression she made during the first appointment.Â
She asks all the standard questions before taking your fundal height and transitioning to the big moment youâve been waiting for since finding out you were expecting. âSo far, so good. Letâs get this ultrasound started so mommy and daddy can hear their babyâs heartbeat.â While preparing, she engages you both in conversation. âYou already have one child, right?â
Joe answers. âA girl. Sheâll be five next month.â
âSo not that big of an age gap.â And youâre actually really happy about that, happy that there wonât be so many years between Callie and her little sister or brother. Itâll make the bonding between them that much easier. âPlanning for more after this?â
Her question makes you laugh as you gesture to Joe. âYes, but the exact number is up in the air because someone over here seems to think Iâm a baby machine or something. Iâd be okay with one more. Three is my limit though.â
He chuckles but agrees. âI do think three is a good number.â
âVery fair.â Dr. Young also laughs, applying the gel to your stomach, asking the both of you, âready?â
You give Joeâs hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze and answer, âweâre ready.â
Her smile remains as she begins to move the transducer around your stomach. Every second after that feels like it weighs 100lbs, like thereâs a massive anchor attached to each passing second that crushes down on your chest. Itâs important that you remain in a positive mindset for the sake of the man beside you who must be feeling ten times what youâre experiencing.
But thenâŠ..
But then you hear it.
The strangest yet most beautiful rhythmic beating expecting parents could hear.Â
And then youâre crying. Youâre crying because this moment means so much to you, means so much to Joe. His lips are pressed against your forehead, lingering, an unspoken I love you in the air.
Itâs like you can feel the anxiety completely wash off and away from him.
From the both of you.Â
But then Dr. Youngâs smile dims. âOhâŠ.â
One word, and your heart also drops. You beat Joe to it, asking, âwhat?âÂ
Her answer, in actuality, comes a few seconds later, but it feels like an hour wait. She seems almost hesitant, âis thereâdo twins run on either side?â
Your heart drops in a different kind of way, in a pure terror sort of way but for an entirely different reason.
âPleaseâ-please do not tell me that weâre having twins.â ThatâŠ.that canât be true. You refuse to even allow yourself to consider the possibility that it could be true. One glance at Joe, and he seems just as lost. âDr. Young.â
She shakes her head. âNo, youâre not having twins.âÂ
And just like that, you release the biggest, relieving, relaxing breath that could leave your body. âOh, thank God.â Hand on your chest, you laugh a little, shaking your head. âI was about to sayââ
âYouâre having triplets.â
Thereâs one blink, two blinks, three blinks followed up with a hearty laugh. Your gaze falls on Joe who isnât laughing, eyes instead focused on the monitor. âThatâs funny.â Shaking your head, you then notice not a speck of humor on her face. âWhyâwhy arenât you laughing?â
She makes a face, pointing to the screen. âHereâs baby AâŠ.â Your eyes land on what you can tell is clearly a baby still in the early stages of development. She moves around the transducer, searching, landing on another indecipherable speck. âBaby B.â Again, more searching before she reaches her final destination. âAnd baby C.âÂ
Youâre in a state of shock staring at the screen, partially paying attention to her words but more in a state of shock than anything. âAnd they all have very strong heartbeats.â
This is a beautiful thing for her to say, for you to hear, but itâs the pluralism that you canât get over.Â
âWait, wait, wait, wait. Wait a damn minute.â By now, youâre no longer crying and instead sitting up on your elbows trying not to have a goddamn stroke. âAre you serious right now?â Before she can say anything, youâre clarifying to avoid any room for miscommunication. âThere are three children growing inside me?â
Dr. Young gives a nervous chuckle, offering an almost unsure. âCongratulations?â
âOh myââ Instantly, youâre turning to Joe, punching him on his big ass arm as hard as you can.Â
He has the audacity to make a sound as if it fucking hurt his built like a boulder ass. âOw.â
âNo, thatâs what Iâm going to be saying when Iâm trying to push out three of your big headed ass children!â Just the thought of that alone makes your eyes water. âLike what the fuck, Joe!â
This man has the unmitigated gall to shrug almost nonchalantly âIt wasnât like it was intentional, baby.â
âYou know what is going to be intentional?â You point to the wall opposite thatâs mostly made up of a large window, providing a view of the busy Florida streets. âMe pushing your big ass out that window for doing this to me!â
Dr. Young gives an uncomfortable cough. âMaybe I should leave you two alââ
âBaby.â
âNo, donât call me that. Matter of fact, donât call me anything, because we are through! I thought you loved me!â
âY/Nââ
âI think you need to just calm down, Y/N. I know this is unexpectedââ
âUnexpected?â Ready to rip into him, a gasp escapes your mouth when a thought crosses your mind. You turn to Dr. Young and ask, âwait. We had sex this morning. Is it possible itâs just like his sperm or something youâre seeing?â
âWith a heartbeat?â
Youâre not in the mood for Joeâs smartass comments and make as such known. âI wasnât talking to you, Nick Cannon.â He rolls his eyes. âDoc?â
Sheâs not much help either. âIâve been doing this a long time, Y/N. I think I know what a baby looks like. Thatâs a baby.â She then corrects, âThree, actually.â
âOh my god,â you moan, eyes starting to water and as you turn to him again. âHow could you do this to me? Why would you do thisââ
Heâs trying to comfort you, voice gentle as he works to calm you down, a hopeless effort. Youâre too far gone because now youâre full out crying, very little difference between yourself and Callie during one of her tantrums. âYou and your stupid fertile ass super-sperm!â
âWell, I see you two have a lot to talk aboutââ
âWho the fuck has three kids at once, Joe?â You growl at him while also asking the doctor, âcan we like space that shit out? Like I can give birth on different days?â
She seems to be trying her best to be respectful of your haywire emotions. âI donâtâI donât think thatâs possible.â
That evokes another loud sob. âMy vagina is literally gonna fucking break. These big ass babies are gonna demolish my walls.â
Dr. Young remains the professional voice of reason. âNow, we donât know the babies size just yet, so letâs not panicââ
âI do! Big!â You snap, angrily pointing at your former boyfriend. âLook at this man! Heâs freakishly huge, and so is basically his entire fucking family.â
She seemingly ignores your probably hormonal outburst, redirecting to facts. âWeâll continue to monitor the babies growth, and if their size presents an issue, then weâll discuss scheduling a possible C-Section.â She then informs of an additional change in plans. âAnd because youâre having multiples, I will need to see you every two weeks vs every month due to increased risk of complications with a pregnancy like thisââ
âComplications?â Joe questions, and for a second, youâre able to pull away from your meltdown to be present for the possible return of his anxiety.Â
Dr. Young is quick to clarify. âLooking at her medical records, the first pregnancy seemed to go relatively well medically, so we have very little reason to think this will be any different. Itâs just that taking extra precautions never hurt anybody and is the medical standard for pregnancies with multiples.â
That seems to calm him a bit, as it does you, but only for a second, because youâre right back to freaking out.
âPeople have baby showers and gender reveal parties. Not babies showers and genders reveal parties. Itâs supposed to be single, not plural!â
âWell, you said three was your limitââ
âJoe!â
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Group Chat: SOS
Y/N: attention everyone, joe and i are no longer together as of today. we will be coparenting moving forward and ask for privacy at this time.
Joe: Thatâs cute you think Iâm letting your ass ever leave me again.
Joe: You ainât going nowhere.
Alexis: Is this the start of some sex skit? Cause if so, Iâm so down.Â
Kaylah: Ummmmm, okay?
Jadah: Itâs damn near 11pm where I am. What is going on?
Bianca: Sis, did you mean to add us or??????
Y/N: we just got done with the first OB-GYN appointmentâŠ..
Y/N: THIS MOTHERFUCKER PUT TRIPLETS INSIDE OF ME.
Alexis: WAIT, WHAT?????
Y/N: YES!
Bianca: As in three children?????
Y/N: Y E S
Alexis: Iâm literally never babysitting for yaâll ever again.
Josh: Damn, JoeâŠ.
Jon: WelpâŠ.yaâll will probably qualify for some discount at daycare. Enroll two kids, get two free.
Y/N: NOT FUCKING FUNNY!
Alexis: Yaâll! We should help them pick out names!
Alexis: Iâll go first.
Alexis: Kelly, Michelle, and Beyonce
Bianca: Alex, Sam, and Clover
Jon: Ed, Edd, and Eddy
Josh: Theodore, Simon, and Alvin
Jadah: Earth, Wind, and Fire
Alexis: Prue, Phoebe, and Piper
Kaylah: Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles
Jon: Luke, Leia, and Han
Bianca: Sonic, Tails, and KnucklesÂ
Trinity: Toni, Tone, and Tony
Josh: Moe, Larry, and Curly
Jadah: Left-Eye, T-Boz, and ChilliÂ
Bianca: Salt, N, and Peppa
Y/N: LITERALLY NEVER SPEAKING TO ANY OF YOU EVER FUCKING AGAIN
Bianca: I mean, are you really that surprised, Y/N? Youâre only three months, and you look four or five.
Y/N: I just thought it was just my chubby little baby boy đ„ș
Alexis: Well, it isâŠ..
Jadah: times three***
Kaylah: JADAH
Jadah: Youâve successfully continued the lineage of light skin basketball players.Â
Alexis: Warriors finna start scouting them in middle school.
Joe: Jesus Christ, Jadah.
Alexis: BUT DID SHE LIE.
Y/N: iâm literally crying right now. đ AND NOT BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS FUNNY.
Joe: She is. In between threatening me, of courseâŠ.Â
Kaylah: Bro, can you blame her? TwinsâŠ.okay. Triplets? Thatâs insane.
Y/N: Iâm literally gonna cut his dick off when heâs sleeping tonight. đ€Ź
Alexis: Donât do that, friend. Youâll miss it too much. đ«
Y/N: âŠ.fair Â
Jon: Yo, can yaâll take that nasty shit to another chat???Â
Josh: Please. We trying to celebrate the expansion of the Bloodline! Welcome to the family Ash, Misty, and Brock!Â
Joe: Those arenât half bad name suggestions actuallyâŠ.
Y/N: we are not naming our babies after pokemon characters, you fucking asshole.
Y/N: i hope you still like our sofa cause thatâs exactly where your ass is sleeping for the rest of your life.
Alexis: You know good and well Callie ainât about to let you do her daddy like that. Sheâs #TeamJoe all day erryday.
Y/N: then she can join his ass in the living room too. weâre gonna need room for all these goddamn kids.
Joe: Iâm telling you right now, my baby girl ainât giving up her room.
Trinity: Ainât yaâll got like 10 bedrooms or something?
Bianca: No, but literally.Â
Trinity: Anyway, congratulations, and please donât fight in here.Â
Alexis: Naw, they fuck more than they fight. Thatâs why sis carrying the Holy Trinity now. Wasnât thinking about that shit everytime she was wearing herself out on BDJ dick and letting him come in her like she Cum Express.
Jon: YO! Family friendly, please! Y/N like my lil sis. Ion wanna think about her like that!!!
Josh: đ€ą
Jadah: Lex ainât wrong though đ€
Jadah: In all seriousness, congratulations to the both of you!Â
Alexis: To many more Moana looking babies!
Y/N: ALL I KNOW IS AT LEAST ONE OF THESE BABIES BETTER HAVE SOME OF MY GODDAMN MELANIN THIS TIME đ
Trinity: Now, sisâŠ..
Jadah: Y/N, I got a river to sell youâŠ..
Alexis: *sings* sheâs biracial. Sheâs biracial, girlâŠâŠ.
*Y/N HAS LEFT THE GROUP CHAT*
Joe: Look what yaâll done did.
Jadah: Dude, you are literally the last one to fucking talk.
Jon: Yeah, man, you the one that did it.
Alexis: So like, did you come in her three times back to back or like spurts of cum in threes? Iâm tryna see something here.Â
*JOE HAS LEFT THE GROUP CHAT*
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Joe is a good man. You know this. But, that doesnât make you want to kill him any less for literally impregnating you with three goddamn children at the same time. Sure, heâs absolutely right in that it was most definitely not intentional, just a pure stroke of luck, maybe bad luck, but still serendipitous.
And to his credit, you can see he feels a little bad, mostly because of the increased risk for complications that this pregnancy now stands to face. Still, it doesn't stop him from clearly trying to alleviate some of your anxiety about this unexpected plot twist.
Heâs overly kind and patient, offering to stop and pick up your latest craving which happens to be the 10 piece nuggets from McDonaldâs. He volunteers to help Callie pack, low key a major favor in that it helps you avoid her 50 million questions sheâs already asked about this âfamily trip.â He even runs a bath for you, bath bombs, bubbles, lit candles, and all.
Heâs trying. That much is more than obvious. And you appreciate it.
What you donât appreciate though is the moment you break the news to Callie. Your mom is a lot easier, surprised but also not surprised? Apparently she was suspecting a multiples pregnancy?
She will also be added to the probation list until further notice for such subterfuge, because as her only child, you could have gotten a heads up or something.
But CallieâŠ..sweet, sweet Callie lives up to reputation of having no filter with the first question to leave her mouth.
âDoes that mean Jesus doesnât love you since He gave you all those babies?â
Your eyes are as wide as saucers as Joe closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
No filter whatsoever.
And they just keep comingÂ
âWhy are you having so many?â Callieâs questions are so innocent and sweet, and you know she means no harm, but that doesnât stop the resurgence of all of your initial, chaotic emotions from earlier. âHow are you gonna get all of them out of you, mommy?â
âOh-kay.â Joe easily swoops Callie into his arms, explaining kindly, âwhy donât we let mommy take her bath while you, me, and grandma get started on dinner, hmm?â
This successfully diverts her from unintentionally triggering you as she asks with all the excitement, âcan we have spaghetti?â
âWe sure can, baby girl.â
He shoots you an apologetic look before taking Callie out of the room, closing the bedroom door. Youâre grateful for the dual departure, because you really just need and want to be alone for a little bit.
Stripping your clothes off, you settle into the water thatâs heated at just the right temperature. Leaning more on heat than cool. Just the way you like it.Â
He knows you so well.
Reclining against the back of the tub, your thoughts wander back to this unexpected twist.
Youâre happy. You really are freaking thrilled to be expecting, to be expanding your family, to give Joe more children and Callie siblings. Itâs just the childbirth part of it all that has you a little spooked. Callieâs birth really was non-problematic and relatively smooth.
But, it was painful, and thatâs not something youâre looking forward to.Â
Granted, youâre not sure someone can have a vaginal birth and not experience some level of pain. That just doesn't seem possible. Itâs just that the thought of having to do that three times in one sitting is a bit overwhelming and borderline scary.
ThreeâŠ
Three
For some reason, your mind briefly jumps back in time, not too long ago. Revisiting a conversation. A long overdue, heavy conversation with the one person you never thought youâd meet, let alone develop a budding friendship with.
Jadah.Â
In the midst of her sharing and vulnerability, sheâd disclosed her losses. Joeâs losses.
Three.
The number was three.
Theyâd lost three children.
Chills shoot and sprout across your entire body.
Youâre not as deeply religious as your mom, but you do believe that some things happen for a reason. Some.Â
Nor are you naive or ignorant enough to believe that these children could ever somehow replace the three he lost. Thatâs just not how life works.Â
ButÂ
There is something moving and poignant about the fact that youâre in a strange way able to offer him a different kind of restoration, a different kind of healing, and fill a different type of void.
You could never take away that kind of pain that must burn and rest deep within, but you can give him this. Give him that dream heâs always had of having a big family. Sure, itâs not exactly ideal and youâd much rather have given him three more children on three separate occasions, but thatâs just not the way the universe operated this time around.
And thatâs okay.
Itâs okay.
The bath is suddenly less appealing, a new desire to be around the man you love, the woman who you helped you become the woman you are today, and the little sunshine youâre blessed to call your baby girl.
In under twenty minutes, youâre washed, dressed, and heading down the steps. A smile grows on your face as you walk into the kitchen. Your mom is at the stove, holding Callie as she adds seasoning, explaining to Calista the purpose of each additive.
Joe is at the sink draining the pasta when you move behind him, slightly catching him off guard. He turns and looks down. âHey, baby.â
Hugging him from the side and burying your head into him, you feel him shift, arms around you as he kisses the top of your head. In a low voice, probably to avoid attracting Callieâs attention just yet, he asks, âyou alright?â
Nodding against him, you murmur, âI just love youâŠ.a lot.âÂ
And you do. Lord, you do. For as long as the sun rises and sets in the sky is how long and deep your love for this man will run. Heâs done so much, given up so much, sacrificed so much for you. For Callie. But for you too.Â
ThisâŠ.this is what he deserves.
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The four of you are up and on the road before 8am rolls around, Joeâs preference as the official start of your trip and stay at Disney for the next few days is apparently set to kick off at 10am.
The recent consistent early mornings youâve all had the past almost two weeks make it easier to stay on track and on board, but itâs only twenty minutes into the almost hour and a half drive that things start to get a little chaotic.
Moving in your seat, you look over at Joe. âBaby, I have to pee.â
He quickly turns to you for a second before focusing back on the road. âWhat you mean you have to pee?â
This man is so damn irritating sometimes. âI mean, urine needs to leave my urethra.â
As if youâre a child, he asks the most obvious question. âWhy didnât you use the bathroom before we left?â
âI did!â
This doesnât seem feasible to him as he questions almost suspiciously. âAnd you gotta go again already?â
Rolling your eyes, you start to get a bit snappy, because why does you needing to use the bathroom have to be such a big deal? âWell, Iâm sorry your children are playing hopscotch on my bladder, alright?â Youâre pretty sure the babies arenât big enough to be the cause of that just yet. Itâs most likely the 32oz cup of lemonade sitting in the cupholder you've been sipping on since you got in the Range Rover thatâs got you needing to go to the restroom.
But, he doesnât need to know that.Â
Your personal little morality police then decides to chime in from the backseat where she sits next to your mom. âMommy, you said a bad word.â
Turning around in your seat to look at her, you ask, âCallie, why arenât your headphones on?â Thereâs a reason you made sure to charge and pack them for her. For this very reason.
âDonât try to deflect. My grandbaby is right. You said a bad word.â
The love you have for your mother and daughter is endless, but the two of them together is bringing on a headache. âMama, why arenât your AirPods in?â
She smacks her teeth, waving you off. âGirl, I told you I donât know how to work them thingsâ
âMama, you literally just put them in your ear.â Turning to Joe, you ask, âand why havenât you stopped yet?â
He motions to the interstate asking like the smartass that he is. âDo you see an exit yet?â
âDonât take that tone with me, okay!â Sniffling more from allergies than true emotions, you sit back in your seat with your arms crossed. âIâm sensitive.â
âGirl, you ainât never been sensitive a day in your life.â
Yeah, mama is about to get dropped off at the first damn exit.
Forever the curious cat, Callie asks no one in particular. âWhat does sensitive mean?â
Joe answers with a chuckle, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. âIt means your mommy, baby girl.â
It would be perfect if your child was like others and accepted one answer as the final answer, but thatâs too good to be true. Sheâs too smart and inquisitive for that. âIs that cause mommy has all those babies in her tummy?â
âOh myââ Hand to your temple, you murmur hopefully loud enough for only Joe to hear. âWe are never going on a road trip ever again.â
Callie then informs that she too needs a bathroom break. âDaddy, I have to pee too.â
âI guess I could move my bladder again....â
Your mom caving to peer pressure and getting behind you and Callie in the metaphorical line for the restroom sends Joe over the edge. He asks over a sigh, âseriously, did none of yall go to the bathroom before we got on the road?â
With all the sass in the world, you point back to each identifying party as you explain, âsheâs young. Sheâs old. And Iâm pregnant. What did you expect?â Grabbing your tumbler, you take another sip of your drink.Â
Joe catches this and asks suspiciously. âWhat are you drinking?â
A pause. âHuh?â
He makes a sound. âIs that water?â
Another giveaway pause. âYâyeah.â
You maybe, maybe, could have gotten away with it too if not for the little snitch in the backseat. âNo, itâs not, mommy. Remember, you put the lemonade in there.â
âCallie!â
He throws up one hand from the steering wheel. âWhy would you drink lemonade on a road trip and continue to drink it when you already have to use the bathroom?â
Itâs hard to argue with him at that. âOkay, when you put it that way, you may have a point.âÂ
Joe can only laugh at the chaos of it all, reaching for your hand and bringing it to his mouth as he mutters. âyouâre lucky I love you.â
Not as much as you love him.
Or maybe not as much as Callie is about to love him, does love him, because the minute youâre in the vicinity of the wonderfully colorful, large welcome to Walt Disney World Sign, and she lays eyes on it?
Itâs a wrap.
With all the excitement and bliss in her little body, she nearly ruptures the eardrums of all three of you with her loud exclamation.
âWEâRE GOING TO DISNEY WORLD!â
Joe has seemingly spared no expense when it comes to his little girl, and this trip is living proof of that. You quickly learn upon your arrival into Disney that he arranged and paid for the VIP experience, which means itâs hands on, personalized service starting with a private shuttle carrying the four of you to the hotel youâll be staying at.
The hotel is Disneyâs Grand Floridian Resort & Spa, which just so happens to be the most expensive resort in Disney World. And it would clearly be remiss of Joe to not reserve the most expensive room in said expensive hotel.
The 3-Bedroom Grand Villa - Lake View
Itâs fucking massive. Three bedrooms. Four full bathrooms. A full kitchen, living and dining area, washer and dryer as well as a balcony that overlooks the park.
Stunning.
Your mom is just as much in awe as you are the minute you step foot in the villa, meanwhile Callie is talking a mile a minute about all of the things she wants and needs to do once she learns this trip will be for Magic Kingdom.
Catching Joe by his sleeve, you mouth the words thank you.
He didnât have to do this. Didnât have to spend what you know has to be an ungodly amount of money to make this happen. There were ways to keep it nice and simple, but thatâs not him because thereâs nothing simple about the way he loves his daughter.
The way he loves you.
Lips pressed against your temple, he vows and says the words youâll probably never get tired of hearing.
âI love you tooâŠâ
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Everything about Disney is even more magical and spectacular than you could have ever imagined.
Big, majestic, magical.
Itâs made even better in that this VIP experience includes a guide whoâs apparently assigned to your group for the entirety of the trip, helping direct and lead you to the best and most worthwhile places.
Your agenda is not needed, clearly.
Day one kicks off with a visit to the Bippity Boppity Boutique where Joe has arranged for Callie to have the The Princess Signature Dress Package every day that you're there, the most expensive and deluxe option where she gets the full on treatment that morphs her into whatever her chosen Disney princess is.
Of course, she doesnât hesitate to answer Moana when asked what she wants to be for day one.Â
If you have to guess, youâd surmise that Tiana, 2023 Ariel, and Jasmine will be her next three, in no particular order. However, itâs an emotional thing for you to see Callie be so happy and full of glee, especially as she gets to see herself in the mirror.Â
She really does look like Moana. Itâs kinda crazy.
However, once sheâs all princessed up and you and your mom buy and change into overpriced shirts from a nearby shop, youâre ready to tackle the day.Â
And what a fucking day. You knew Disney was huge, but you didnât know just how massive. Thereâs so many things and options and people on any given corner, and youâre suddenly so grateful for this ability to explore while still maintaining some level of privacy. Having the guide, Cheyenne, makes things so much smoother with even something as simple as using the Utilidors to travel to certain areas.
One thing you were a bit concerned about as the trip got closer was just that â privacy. Especially on top of the whole Mariah fiasco, your apparently being internet famous, and Joe actually being famous, the last thing you wanted was for fans who donât recognize boundaries to be all over him.
Not when Callie is present.
But Joe probably also had that thought, hence him planning this out so well, so thoughtfully.Â
And youâre grateful because it seems to make the experience even better for all, especially Callie. My God, youâve never seen her so happy. Her smile is permanently tattooed on her adorable face as she gets to meet various Disney characters, especially the Disney princesses. Not everyone is tackled the first day, but thatâs to be expected. She does, however, get to meet Moana the first day and holy shit, talk about a religious experience.
Sheâs damn near in tears from happiness. Itâs cute and heartwarming to watch, and youâre so grateful your mother has volunteered herself to be the photographer for this experience. She captures it all. The way Joe walks hand in hand with Callie, how you and Joe walk hand in hand with Callie, all of the meet and greets with the characters, the small rides Callie asks to go on, not too many, but enough.Â
Itâs all memorialized via the beauty of modern technology and forever etched into your memories for years to come.Â
And while Joe is primarily focused on Callie, who wants all of his attention for this experience, that doesnât stop him from checking in on you. Itâs done a couple different ways: nonvernal, verbal, little touches and kisses against your temple as he gauges your comfort level. And each time you assure him with the same variety of ways. Itâs a bit of an exhausting experience, what with all the walking and Florida heat, but thatâs to be expected and nothing you canât handle.Â
You've waited too long to take away this moment from Callie, from your mom whoâs probably emptied her savings with her inability to not buy at least one thing from each store passed. And because sheâs just as stubborn as you are, she practically slaps Joeâs hand when he reaches for his wallet to pay for her stuff.Â
Youâre certain heâll find some sort of way to compensate her.Â
Thatâs just the kind of man he is.Â
The next couple of days seem to roll by faster than you realized, filled with so much happiness and fun that it feels like you blinked and the second to last day has rolled around.
When Thursday evening arrives, said second to last day of your trip, instead of dinner being shared amongst the four of you, Joe throws you for a bit of a loop, informing that heâs reserved a private room for the two of you at Cinderellaâs Castle.
Itâs not that youâre opposed in the slightest. If anything, itâs nice to be able to have some alone time.Â
For whatever reason, your mom spends longer than whatâs usual touching up your edges, almost obsessively trying to make them look âperfect.â And she says as such with a coy comment of, âyou gotta look your best tonight, baby.â
One could argue you always try to look your best for special occasions, but thereâs also this part of you that knows Joeâs love for you goes beyond the physical. Itâs deeper than that, so so much deeper.Â
As is yours for him.
Still, you tap into your inner makeup artist bag and have Callie âassistâ you in doing your makeup after your mom finally feels satisfied with the refresh of your silk press. Silver jewelry and some strappy white heels finish off the baby blue dress you wear that beautifully accentuates your baby bump.
You briefly considered wearing something red, but thatâs for Roman. This is Joe. And the baby blue stood out because, at the time, you were thinking youâre having a baby boy. And that could still be the case, justâŠ.add on two more.
Joe looks good, but thatâs nothing new. This man has never seen ugly a day in his life.Â
Youâre both taken to the restaurant via that private ride and escorted to the reserved room almost immediately. However, you canât stop taking in the restaurant that is so heavily themed based on the move its title is based on.
Itâs just as beautiful on the inside as it is on the inside.Â
âJoe, this is so beautiful.â It feels like youâve been plopped into a literal scene from the movie, not to mention the added beauty of having privacy away from others.
He asks, almost hesitantly, âyou like it?â
âAre you kidding? I love it.â Itâs almost beyond you that he could even fix his mouth to ask such a question. This trip has been a dream come true. âThis whole thingâŠ.everything youâve put into it. It means the world to me, to my mom, to Callie. Good Lord, you think that girl loved you before? She loves you more than she loves Moana now.â
He laughs. âDamn. That much?â
âThat much.â Eyes softening, you say in a low voice. âThank you, Joe. Seriously.â
He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his and responds in an equally low voice. âNever have to thank me, baby. Ever.â
The food, delicious and probably insanely overpriced, comes out sooner than you anticipated. But, it doesn't stop conversation happening between the two of you. Thatâs always been a thing. Itâs always been so easy to talk to him, to fall into a natural back and forth dialogue.Â
You could talk to him for hours and never grow tired.Â
Thatâs how everything started, really.
Friendship.
He was your friend before anything, and even if by some 0.001% chance things ever go south between you again, thatâs something you could never give up. Losing him as a partner would gut you, but losing his friendship as well would destroy you.
You canât lose him again.
Ever.
When the table is cleared and you expect him to announce you should probably head back to the villa, he instead stands and asks for your hand. âCome on. Something I want to show you.â
Curious but trusting him, you wordlessly accept his hand and allow him to lead you out of the restaurant and into the night. Youâre partially expecting to take the shuttle to wherever this thing or place is that he wants to show you, but he instead walks hand in hand with you down the cobble path.Itâs significantly less crowded than the daytime, but that wouldnât make much of difference because youâre so deeply in your own little world with this man.
It really does feel like itâs just the two of you.
âI swear my boobs are already getting bigger.â
He laughs at your random statement, asking in a sly voice, âis that supposed to be a bad thing?â
Hitting him on his shoulder, Joe laughs quietly as you murmur, âyou try walking around with two melons of fat on your chest, and then see if you feel the same way.â He doesn't say anything, and you instead continue to focus on the beauty around you. Disney really is ethereal. âItâs even more beautiful at night.â
âHmmm.â
âDo you know where weâre going?â Itâs a valid question considering you just realized this is the first time youâve explored the park without the guide. Granted, youâve yet to find something that Joe isnât very good at outside of modern technology, so itâs not far fetched he knows exactly where heâs going.
âNowâs a fine time to ask.â
Slapping his arm, you move into playfully defensive mode. âI have an excuse. I have baby brain.â Unable to help yourself, you add on. âBabies brain, really.â
He chuckles. âIâm still not forgiven, huh?â
Giving him a sideways expression, you decide to be at least a little fair. âYouâre getting there.â Slipping into a more vulnerable place, you lay your head against his arm, admitting, âI feel a lot better knowing youâll be home the whole time.â
âMe too,â he admits. âYour mom should still come stay with us the first couple weeks.â
âI agree. One adult per baby.â You can only imagine him rolling his eyes. âBut no, we have to make sure Callie doesnât start to feel neglected. I have a feeling sheâs gonna get a little jealous when she realizes she has to share your attention with the babies.â
He sounds a bit on the defensive side himself as he reminds, âI have more than enough attention and love for any and all of our kids.âÂ
âI know, baby, but with how attached she is to you, on top of how young she is, that may be hard for her to grasp at first.â
Itâs something youâve thought about a lot just watching her interact with Joe these past couple days. Sheâs gotten used to not having to share him with anyone. With you, yes, but not with any other kids, any other siblings. Sheâs excited about being a big sister, yes, but you wonder how that transition into actually being a big sister could be for her.
He seems to understand where youâre coming from now. âWeâll just have to talk with her.â
âI agree.â
A couple minutes later, youâre gasping and smiling when you realize where heâs taking you. You drop your hands from his arms and reach for his hand, leading him in the direction of one of the best things youâve seen thus far.
âItâs Cinderellaâs wishing well.â
Youâve seen a couple of TikToks talking about how this is something that doesnât get as much attention but is just as adorable as everything else. And theyâre right, the design, the location so that itâs right in the perfect view of the castle.
Itâs so perfect.
Of course, he has to ruin the mood by asking, âCinderella is the black and white movie one, right?â
âJoe, none of the Disney movies youâve seen were in black and white.â Granted, you can see why he would think that given the age of Cinderella. The animation and even voice acting are pretty aged. âThis might have been the one you fell asleep on.â
âI wasnât sleeping.â
âBaby, you were knocked out. You and your lil twin. I think I have the photo on my phone to prove it.â Reaching for your phone to show him the proof, youâre stopped by his hand on your arm. âWhat?â
He then turns his hand over, revealing a coin. His voice is suddenly lower, almost quieter than it was a couple minutes ago. âMake a wish.â
âSeriously?â Thatâs also something else you read, the fact that the wishing well is a real, actual well that visitors tend to drop a coin and make a wish with in the hopes of dreams coming true. âJoe, my ass is too old to be making a wish.â
He shakes his head, eyes so soft and focused on you. âJustâŠ.just do it.â
The strange shift in his tone, volume, and even expression takes you off guard a bit, but you could also just be looking too into things. âOkay.â Snapping your purse back closed, you accept the coin and move closer to the well. Because of the well lit spotlight, you can see a set of coins already at the bottom.Â
It takes a second for you to think about just what to wish for.Â
And thatâs significantly difficult because there is nothing for you to wish for.
You have everything you could have ever wanted.
It takes a minute, but you finally settle on a wish. You close your eyes, take a nice, efficient breath and flip it into the well with the rest of the wishes.Â
Smiling, you turn back around, ready to peer pressure him into making a wish as well. âAlright, now itâs yourââ
The sentence is cut premature because of a very good reason, a reason that has your hand over your mouth, your eyes watering and your stomach doing fucking somersaults.
Being in a committed relationship with Joe was something you once dreamed about and somehow became a reality that still stuns you.
Disney has been an unexpected dream you also never imagined would be as spectacular as heâs made it.Â
Joe sacrificing his title to spend time with you and Callie knocked the wind out of you.
But this? This is most definitely something you never saw coming.
You never anticipated finding Joe Anoa'i kneeled down on one knee, a small, red square box that reads Cartier in gold writing in his hand that holds the kind of promise and vow of love thatâs meant to withstand time.
Itâs a miracle your legs donât give out from underneath you. âLeatiâŠâ
âI love you, Y/N. I love you in a way that I really donât know to accurately describe and help you understand. Youâre more than just the mother of my children, youâre my best friend. You were there supporting and encouraging me when I needed it the most. Everything I have now, everything Iâve accomplished, itâs because of you.â
âBabyââ
âWe always talk about that time I missed out with Callie, but I didnât just miss out on time with Callie. I missed out on time with you.â Thereâs no way for you to hold back the tears that partially obscure your vision as he pours his heart out to you. âAnd that was on me because I should have married you a long time ago. Iâve always wanted to be with you, and one of my biggest regrets will always be not fighting harder for you, for us. That time we missed out on, thatâs on me.â
The emotions coursing through your body is a deep, visceral experience youâve never encountered. Itâs equally wonderful as it is terrifying. At this point, youâre just full on sobbing, no doubt your pregnancy hormones making this emotional moment heavier than what it already is.
Joe is suddenly standing before you, gently lowering your hands and raising your chin to bring your gaze back onto him.
âI should have been honest about my marriage with Jadah. It would have saved all of us a lot of heartache.â He looks so regretful, so remorseful. âThose five years may have never happened, but I canât change that. What I can change though is how the rest of our lives play out, and I donât want to do life without you. There is no me without you, Y/N. She was never my person. You are.â
Your eyes are closed as he rests his forehead against yours. âI loved you then, I love you now, and Iâll love you always. Whatever you want, Iâll do. Whatever you need, Iâll provide. I told you before all I needed was for you to say yes when I ask, so Iâm asking, please say yes.â You look down to see heâs opened the ring box, revealing the most stunning engagement ring to ever exist. Itâs absolutely perfect. âMarry me, Y/N.â
And like the night of WrestleMania, youâre putting all the pieces together. His comment about saying yes, suddenly moving up the Disney trip, your mom wanting you to look perfect.
This was his plan all along.
A proposal.
A proposal at Disney World of all places.Â
His final question returns to the front of your mind, and itâs solely because of the hot, emotional mess you are that you donât answer right away.
You had said answer the minute you saw this man on one knee.
âYes.â His shoulders visibly relax, and itâs only then that you can see how nervous he was about this. How he could ever question himself is beyond you. Thereâs nothing you wouldnât do or give to this man. âYes, of course, Iâll marry you.â
Joe wastes no time in sliding the stunning, expensive looking ring on your finger, and youâre so in awe. âOh my god, Joe, itâs so beautiful.â And it is. Itâs exactly the kind of ring youâve always dreamed about but never thought you would ever receive.
âI had it made in November.â Your chest tightens. That was so long ago. âAnd Iâve wanted to propose to you so many times in between then and now, but you deserved your dream proposal. I wanted to make it as special for you as I could, because itâs the least I could do after making you wait for so long.â
âJoeâŠâŠâ Another set of tears of cascades as you reach up to hug him again, not knowing if there are truly accurate enough words to describe your happiness in this moment. âI love you.â Itâs such a simple but weighty thing. No one could ever understand the depth of your love for this man.Â
âI love you too.â He moves his hands to your hips as you release him from the hug, hands planted on his chest. âAm I forgiven now?â
Laughing, you shake your head, âyeahâŠ.youâre definitely forgiven.â Forever the brat, you canât avoid using the stipulation. âFor now.â
He just rolls his eyes, moving to take your hand as he nods back in the direction of where youâd walked. âCome on.â
Walking and being so close to him helps to settle you. Well, as much as possible considering you just got the surprise of your damn life.
Your body is pressed against his when a thought crosses your mind. âOh my god, does Callie know?â
âOf course. I had to ask her permission.â
âYou should have known that was a no brainer.â It must have been a beautiful, mushy sight to witness. Him asking his little girl for permission to marry her mommy. Callie was probably through the moon. âThat and my mama.â Joe is old fashioned in the sense that you canât see him not also asking for permission from your mom, and he confirms as such.Â
âShe loves me.â Heâs so smug in how he says it too.Â
But, heâs not wrong. âI swear, if she wasnât my mama, she might try to take you from you.â
His voice is calm and collected as he assures. âThat ainât ever happening.â
Granted, that assurance isnât needed because this man is stuck with you for life now. âYa damn straight itâs not. All these kids we about to have? I wish you would try to leave me for some white woman who stans Taylor Swift. Iâll call Alexis crazy ass and we jumping you and her.â
He runs his thumb over your knuckles. âYou ainât ever gotta worry about that.â He then asks, âyou talked to her yet about being Callieâs godmother?â
âNot yet, but I will. I canât see her saying no. She never stays in one place for too long, but I know for a fact if she ever needed to take Calista for any reason, sheâd settle down in a heartbeat.â
âI agree.âÂ
Itâs a conversation that first came up after the Mariah nightmare and re-emerged after you started the process of removing her as Callieâs legal godmother. Alexis has been a rock for you this past couple months, Callie loves and trusts her, as do you. Joe also feels like she would be the perfect person to take on that special role.Â
Itâs definitely something you want to discuss with her when you get back from the trip.
Joe leads the two of you back into the castle, but youâre confused when he walks past the room you two dined in and reaches for another door. âWait, why are weââ
 âSurprise!â
Hands covering your face, youâre buried into Joe as he laughs softly, kissing the top of your head.Â
Getting proposed to at Disney essentially in front of Cinderellaâs castle was the definition of a plot twist you never saw coming, but having all of your closest friends and family present for a surprise engagement party is beyond a plot twist.
Itâs a dream.
Familiar and loved faces fill your vision when you finally pull away from Joe, still blotting the tears away. The room is decorated beautifully, Disney themed, blues and pinks, but itâs the people you care the most about that make it all the more special.
And inarguably your favorite little human being is suddenly running over to you, hugging your legs. âMommy! Did you say yes?â
The fact that all these people are here is confirmation enough that they all knew what was happening tonight. That theyâve probably been known the same way they knew Joe wasnât retaining at WrestleMania.
But, the fact that Callie knew does something to you. Makes you even more of an emotional mess.
Sniffling, you lean down and lift your left hand for her to see. âOf course, I said yes, baby!â
Gasping loudly, Callie turns to the group and shouts. âMommy said yes!â
Laughing at her excitement morphs into laughing at the general responses to said announcement.
âTag, youâre it!â
âItâs about damn time!â
âMy babyâs getting married!â
âShe better have said yes! These tickets were expensive!â
âCue the music!â
The following exclamation is followed up with an old but familiar song filling the room.
Hey now
Hey now
Itâs such a nostalgic yet hopeful experience. Celebrating your future with a song that so perfectly encapsulates the magic of the past.
Joining the group that unintentionally seems to separate between women, men, and kids, youâre met with hugs and continued congratulations, but itâs the one from Jadah, the way she whispers in your ear, âyou deserve this,â that really does something to your soul.Â
Pulling away, you take her hands in yours, giving a squeeze. âThank you.â
She just gives you a wink, snapping back into her typical sarcastic space as she says, âjust donât think Iâm gonna show up for all these special events all the time. I have a lovely lady back home I gotta get back to.â
âYou should have brought her!â Youâd be so honored to meet the woman who captured Jadahâs heart.
âNext time,â she smirks. You plan to hold her to that.
âMaybe we can have it at my place or something. An informal housewarming party.â Alexis joining the conversation isnât surprising nor an issue, but her suggestion does confuse you.
âWhat do you mean housewarming?â
Rolling her pretty eyes, she informs, âI got tired of you coming after me and my non-commitment, so I may or may not have signed a lease for a townhouse about ten minutes out from your place.â An equally shocked and loud gasp leaves your mouth as you again have to fight back more tears. This whole night has been nothing but surprises back to back. âSomeoneâs gotta be around to help you with this village of children you got floating around in your uterusâ
âAlexisâŠ..â You pull her into a hug that lasts longer than the one with Jadah and even Bianca. A sister. Bianca may be your biological sister, but Alexis is your chosen sister.
âYeah, yeah.â Sheâs never been the emotional type, but you donât miss the gleam in her eyes as well as she redirects. âAlexis from Texas is officially moving to Florida!â
Itâs the way almost all of the guys' heads snap in the direction of Alexis at her exclamation that makes you roll your eyes but the rest of the ladies feel some type of way.
âAnd how do you know who Alexis Texas is?â Bianca is the first to ask, which is understandable given Darius was the first to look with intrigue.
But, heâs saved when one of the kids calls out, âwho is Alexis Texas?â and all of the adults wisely pivot the conversation, Trinity taking the lead.
âLetâs dance!â
That doesnât need to be said twice, Kaylah being the one to match your energy the most as you both have a bit of a higher love of Disney than the others. Except one.
Callie suddenly runs up to you, tugging on the side of your dress. âDance party!â
Laughing, you take her hands in yours, dancing with her, her happy laughter even more melodic and healing as the song playing in the room.Â
I've got somewhere I belong
I got somebody to love
This is what dreams are made of
And itâs in the way the lyrics really hit you, the way you and Joe connect eyes and he mouths âI love youâ that something crashes into you with all of the heaviness of a life changing realization.
ThisâŠ..
This is what you always wanted.Â
Not to be married, per se.
Not to have that coveted title of being a wife,, the stereotypical white picket fence and husband who clocks in 9 to 5.
All of that is fine and having Joeâs last name truly will mean a lot to you, but itâs not the end goal you always thought it was.
The end goal was to simply be happy.
And as it turns out, that happiness comes in not just the form youâve always been taught and fed by the media and stories where the prince rushes in and saves the princess.Â
Youâve learned that love isnât just romantic, isnât just two people devoting and pledging their love and loyalty to one another for forever. Thatâs part of it, yes, maybe.Â
But not all of it.Â
Itâs the way Joe looks at Callie at any given moment.
Itâs the way Callieâs face lights up whenever sheâs with you or Joe.
Itâs the joy that fills your body when you think of the life, the lives, growing inside you, expanding the family youâve always wanted, the family Joe has always wanted.
Itâs the way the people you love and appreciate the most gathered here tonight to help celebrate such a special occasion, the start of a new, fresh, happy chapter.Â
Love is all around.
People just have to find it.
The same way you found yours.
The End
authors note: welp, that's it for book one of reader and joe's story! thank you all so so sooooo much for giving my story a chance and seeing it through this far. đ„șâ€ïž sincerely never imagined so many people would read/be interested, so thanks a bunch đ„șđ„șđ„ș
i'm also open to suggestions for if our good sis should have all girls, all boys, a mix-up......there's options, clearly. names as well đ
i will be continuing the next chapter of their story in a sequel titled, 'without you.' i will continue to tag the same people, unless you'd prefer to leave their story as it is here, then please let me know, and i won't tag you. i truly hope you enjoyed the conclusion to part one! đ„șâ€ïž the first chapter should be up in the next two weeks for book 2!
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Cover Illustration by Forouzan Safari. Cover Design by Daniela Medina.
What's that? It's the cover for my debut adult romance, I'LL HAVE WHAT HE'S HAVING!! Coming at you August 27, 2024. Which is like...five months away. Terrifying!!
When it comes to love, substitute teacher Farzan Alavi is a disaster. Newly heartbrokenâagainâheâs drowning his sorrows at Kansas Cityâs newest wine bar. Only instead of being crowded between strangers, heâs escorted to a VIP table for one. There, the hot sommelier does more than treat him to the meal of his life. The way he flirts with Farzan ignites instant sparks.  Thereâs just one problem: David Curtis thinks Farzan is Frank Allen, Kansas Cityâs most influential food critic. The truth only comes out after the two spend an unforgettably hot night together. Good newsâboth think the mix-up is hilarious. Bad newsâDavid is studying to become a master sommelier and has no interest in a relationship.  Neither expects their paths to cross again . . . until Farzan inherits his familyâs bistro. The two agree to a friends-sans-benefits exchange: David will share his industry knowledge, and Farzan will help David study. Only business turns to pleasure when neither can ignore the attraction still sizzling between them. But with David set on a cross-country move after his test, and Farzan committed to his familyâs restaurant, how can their relationship last past the expiration date?Â
It's got...
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Behind the Building áŠ
A/N: Hi :3 Wrote this so that I could practice writing Ace some more... Getting his personality down and stuff. ( ÂŽ êł ` ) Very self-indulgent...
CW/tags: face fucking, semi-public sex, GN reader, smoking�, Ace being Ace
Kind of porn without plot.....? A little bit of plot.
18+, NSFW, MDNI.
The summer air outside was terribly hot and humidâ almost to the point of being unbearable.
But within the venue, everything was just right. Gathered inside the building was a crowd roaring with energy, dancing and jumping to the sound of the fast-paced beat, tapping their feet and bouncing with the rhythm.Â
And up on stage was nobody other than Ace, the one who carried the entire band on his shoulders.
Sweat trickled down his skin as he passionately screamed the lyrics of his newest songs, his pale hands working an electric guitar as he looked out into the crowd. Everyone standing before him⊠Or at least most of them⊠They were all his fans. Fans of his work, fans of his personality, fans of everything he had to offer. It was addicting.
Being accepted by so many people was addicting.
His guitar pick moved faster still as he continued playing his metal tunes, grinning even wider as the crowd cheered louder. The energy surging through the room was palpable. But alas, as with everything, it all had to come to an end. The hours and minutes passed in the blink of an eye, everyone was coming down from their highs, and the show came to a positive end.
Tonight was yet another success.
âHell yeah, that ruled!â Ace gave his singular other bandmate a high-five as they exited the stage, their hearts pounding within their chests as they went to pack their things. The way everybody screamed their names was so exciting, intoxicating, thrillingâ but⊠There was something bothering Ace.
As he went backstage and returned his guitar to its case, he couldnât stop thinking about one person in particular: you.
During the entire show, he had been subconsciously looking for you. Were you hidden in the back? Were you listening to him while hanging out at the bar? Were you hidden behind some random, inconveniently placed pole?
Did⊠Did you even show up?
These thoughts plaguing Aceâs mind were overwhelmingâ and far too negative for his liking. He needed to step outside for a second.
âYo, Iâll be back soon! Iâm gonna go out for a smoke.â Ace waved at his fellow band member, to which they smiled and waved back. When he stepped outside, Ace noticed that there was a large crowd forming near the entrance. There were whispers among themâ as well as laughter.
âDudeâ somebody knocked over the porta potty! Someone was still in there!â
âWhaaaat- no way dude! Thatâs hilarious!â
âWoah⊠Thatâs sick and twisted.â
âŠIntriguing. But Ace didnât have time to come take a lookâ he needed to smoke and get the stress out of his system.
Sneaking out back, Ace pulled out a white lighter and leaned against the dark brick wall of the building, sighing while running one hand through his soft hair. He tried his best to ignore the heat.
Ace knew smoking was badâ but he couldnât help himself. It was one of his only bad habits⊠And everyone should be allowed to have at least one bad thing that they do, right? RightâŠ?
With yet another sigh, Ace lit the cigarette and put it to his lips, closing his eyes for a second.
And in that short second, someone snuck up on him and scared the life out of him.
âAce! What did I tell you about smoking!?â
Ace yelped as you ran up to him and took the stick from his mouth, gripping it between your fingers. At first, he was shocked and angry, but those feelings quickly faded as his eyes met yours.
âWoahâ y-you came! You actually showed up!!â
Ace grinned and laughed as he nearly tackled you over, his arms wrapping around your body while he forced you into a tight embrace. The cigarette was quickly forgotten.
âUhh⊠Of course I showed up. Why would I miss one of your shows?â You gently pushed him away as you stepped back, the humidity in the air making any and all physical contact uncomfortable. But Ace only stepped closer.
âI⊠I dunno! I justâŠâ Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head.
âW-well, anyways. Did you like it?! Did you have fun?â His eyes looked to you for approval, putting his fragile heart in your hands as he asked for your opinion. You nodded.
âOf course I had funâ I always love your shows!â
Your words of praiseâ thatâs all he needed. Honestly, thatâs all he ever needs. Once again, his arms spread out wide as he pulled you into another warm hug.
âAwesome!! I canât wait for you to come to my next one too!â
Without realizing it, he had you pinned against the wall, trapping you between himself and the building. There was nobody else around- they were all too distracted by the incident out front.
Nobody would be able to hear you two.
âAnd the one after thatâ and the one after that!â He was giggling so innocently, so sweetly. âHowâd you like that one song I performed? Yâknowâ my most popular oneââ Aceâs hands grabbed yours. âThe one I made for you.â
Ace continued to push you for more and more compliments; he was addicted to hearing them, after all. Constantly seeking your approval. It was cute.
Perhaps Ace truly was a little innocent and oblivious, or perhaps he was just purposefully ignoring it, but⊠He was incredibly hard. And his bulge was pushing directly into you.Â
How easy it would be to mess with himâŠ
âI loved all of your songs,â you spoke softly. Ace opened his mouth to reply, but you quickly cut him off.
âActually. Can you sing one more time for me tonight?â
Slightly, he tilted his head to the side. âHuh? You want me to sing againâ?â Ace looked confused as you switched positions with him. Instead of you being pressed against the wall, it was him leaning against it. He still didnât catch on to what was happening⊠Not until you started getting on your knees.
His face turned a dark shade of red.
âW-woahâ woahâ What are⊠What are you doing?â
Aceâs breathing grew heavier as you started to unzip his baggy pants, your half-lidded eyes staring hungrily at his bulge. He couldnât stop the way his hands reached up to cover his mouth.
âYou performed so well tonight! And you tried to smoke againâ so⊠Clearly you need something to take the edge off. How about I help you?â
Slowly, teasingly, you stuck your tongue out and licked his length from over his boxers, and he whined loudly. âAhâahhâ! Wait, wait⊠Hold on, slow down!â His hips bucked and twitched against your lips as you teased his cock. âW-what if⊠What if someone walks back here and catches us?! Shouldnât⊠Shouldnât we, um, go somewhere private?â
Despite saying that, he looked as if he didnât want to move at all. In fact, his hands moved over to the back of your head, pushing your face closer to his crotch. He was so hot; so sweaty and needy. His body ached to be touched even more.
Instead of answering him, you grabbed the hem of his boxers and pushed them down, his length springing free from its restraints. Precum was already leaking from the tip.
Ace needed to be sucked off so badly.
With a small wink, you began to tease the head with your tongue, licking it while your hands reached out and massaged the base of his length. Ace nearly stumbled and fell backwards as he used the wall for support.
âO-ohâ Oh⊠Oh fuckâŠâ
A shakey whimper escaped his throat as you went to work on him. God, he was now happier than ever that you showed up to his performance. All those sleepless nights of writing songs for you and practicing them was entirely worth it. You looked so perfect as you gave his body some much-needed love and attention.
âTastes so goodâŠâ You murmured as you put more of him inside your mouth. âWant more.âÂ
Aceâs length was almost too bigâ but you were willing to take it. Just for him.
And Ace was so happy that you could. He couldnât help but roll his hips and gently thrust into your mouth.
âFuck, f-fuck, fuckâŠâ
Ace could barely form a coherent sentence as his body began to melt under your touch. Your mouth was so damn tight; so warm and hot and wet. He bit down on his bottom lip as he tried his hardest to let you have control. ButâŠ
But it was too much.
âIâ Iâm s-sorryâ So sorryâ!âÂ
Roughly, Ace shifted your allâs positions. Instead of him being pressed against the wall, it was youâ but with one his hands, he made sure that your head wouldnât hit the bricks.
âPlease, please⊠Suck it more, pleaseâŠâ He begged and whined as his pace slowly began to pick up, your saliva dripping down his skin as he pushed himself all the way in and out of your mouth. Over and over again.
His body trembled as his pace randomly switched between fast and slowâ rough, then sensual. The entire time he fucked your mouth, he stared down at you with pure adoration and love in his eyes.
âI love you,â he sang as his thick cock abused the back of your throat. Whenever you choked and gagged, heâd slow down, only to immediately pick up his pace again.
âIâll⊠Iâll write my next song about you, too! And the next one⊠And the next⊠HahhâŠâ
Aceâs fingers dug into your hair as he grew even rougher, your mouth nearly becoming a fleshlight to him. He couldnât think straight; you were so fucking sexy, and your mouth felt so good.
You moaned sweetly as he fucked your face even faster, vibrating against his sensitive dick. The more you did it, the closer to the edge he became.
âF-fuck, more! More⊠Please!â His voice cracked.
âWhatever you do⊠Donât⊠Donât stop.â
Ace pushed his cock impossibly deep into your throat, your nose pressed firmly up against his glistening body. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes as the heat of his orgasm was catching up to him. He spread his legs further apart as he sandwiched you between his hips and the wall, one of his hands still providing cushion for your skull.
âP-please, let me cum, and⊠And Iâll⊠M-make it up to you later. I promise!â
At this point, he truly was singingâ his moans were so sweet and loud. He didnât care if the two of you got caught anymore. Besides⊠If someone were to see, then that would just mean everyone knows you belong to him. Right?
RightâŠ
Ace pulled out for a split second before thrusting slower, wanting to enjoy your love and attention for just a little bit longer. With his one free hand, he reached down and lovingly stroked your cheek, smiling widely.
âYouâre so, so amazing.â
And with a few more powerful jerks of his hips, he felt himself coming undone inside your throat, lovingly crying out your name all the while. His cock twitched as thick, hot ropes entered your mouthâ but Ace didnât expect you to swallow.
However, when he looked down and watched you do so, his heart stopped in his chest.
You truly were⊠Perfect.
Ace was quick to pull you up to your feet, catching you off guard as he passionately kissed your lips.
âIâ I love you!â He proclaimed loudly. âI⊠I promiseâŠâ He kissed your lips again.
âI promise Iâll return the favor!â
#ace posting#yandere oc#yandere male#yandere x reader#yandere oc x reader#yandere#ace being ace#he's a little cute and silly#baby girl even#yandere x you
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So if you've missed the wonderful thing that's been happening on Twitter the past week- I know, good things happening on Twitter? Impossible!- there's a super new yuri manga called Love-Bullet that's absolutely exploded in popularity. After subpar volume 1 sales, the author took to Twitter to beg fans for support to keep the series alive. And not only did fans answer the call, word spread so fast and far that English fans started buying the first volume en masse from Japanese realtors- which, to be clear, are the untranslated Japanese volumes, so most of those fans will still need to seek out scanlations to actually read the damn thing. But they didn't care! They just wanted to keep this series alive. And so many fans were willing to put their money where their mouth was that most realtors straight-up sold out in just a couple days.
That's nuts. That's a swelling of grassroots support I don't know if I've ever seen on this scale. Just through word of mouth, this series that seemed on the verge of cancellation has ended up out of stock in basically every online marketplace from how many new fans it's picked up. All because people saw something genuinely special and decided to come together to ensure its creator could tell the story they wanted to tell all the way to completion. I hope inee is incredibly proud of how many people her work has reached, how many people have been inspired by what she has to say with her art. And I encourage you all to join in that support, to spread the good word of Love-Bullet to everyone you can so this series can continue the way its creator wants.
Because good lord, even with just a single volume to go off of, this could be the start of something fantastic. The concept of cupids being the spirits of people who died with their own loves unfulfilled, so the spend the rest of their eternity playing matchmaker to resolve their own unresolved love stories, is a genuinely fresh idea, but the way it's executed on top of that makes for a story that's equal parts hilarious, heartbreaking, and joyous. It's a story of death that's all about celebrating life, lost souls finding peace with the lives they left behind as they help those who carry on without them. And it's brought to life with this gorgeous, expressive sketchy art style that feels like a lost 2000s manga dragged into the present day, conveying so much character and emotion with such small and simple choices. And this is just volume 1! There's no telling what surprises and growth are still in store down the line! Imagine if it had gone undiscovered and ended up cancelled before it had the chance to bloom! We are so fucking lucky Love-Bullet blew up the way it did. So don't take this second chance for granted and go give it some love.
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Meet the Teacher
Pairing: Modern!Older!Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader
Summary: Eddie meets his daughter's new kindergarten teacher and he's pretty sure you're his wet dream come to life. AKA: single dad!Eddie fantasizes about you while he jerks off.
Word Count: 2.4K
Tags: đ„SMUT, modern au, masturbation, implied road head, pervert!Eddie, switch!Eddie (sort of)
A/N: She's a short queen, standing just over 2k words tall- barely more than a blurb. Quick 'lil read, but I hope y'all enjoy her â€ïž
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Eddie needed to calm down.
This wasnât the time for him to be straining against his jeans, getting hot and bothered at seven oâclock on a Tuesday evening. Wasnât the place. Hell, given his history with school in general, he should feel uncomfortable as fuck in all sorts of other ways, sitting in a classroom for the first time in over a decade. The last time Eddie remembered being happy to be in a classroom was Miss Adamiâs fifth grade class. She had always been nice to him.Â
Eddie wouldnât mind if this teacher were nice to himâŠ
Fucking. Stop. You horny bastard. Eddie chided himself mentally, Get it together, Munson.
He crossed his leg over the opposite knee, willing his half-mast dick to soften the fuck down, and fast. Eddie did his best not to draw attention to himself as he readjusted his position in the too-small plastic chair, scooted about a foot away from the hilariously low table he was currently sitting by.Â
He focused his gaze on Raven, his daughter, who sat criss-cross-applesauce on the rainbow-colored rug at the front of the classroom. Her big brown eyes were wide, rapt as she watched her new teacher leading her and all the other five-year-olds in a song that required various hand motions and claps and whatnot. Eddie couldnât help but grin fondly at the little tyke as she listened intently to every direction, determined to do every little thing her teacher asked of her without a single flaw.Â
The only problem was that no matter how cute his daughter was, no matter how much Eddie tried desperately to control himself, he couldnât tear his eyes off you.
He knew schools were loosening up on rules and regulations and all that- more and more school districts now allowed teachers to dye their hair unconventional colors, show tattoos, have more than just their earlobes pierced, blah blah blahâŠ
But he hadnât expected his daughterâs kindergarten teacher to look this fucking hot.Â
You were something straight out of his fantasies. Like some hybrid rockabilly/alt girl/teacher hybrid, with hair that shone such a vibrant red that he knew there was no way it was natural. Fine by him. Tattooed sleeves of black-inked flowers crawled up your arms, showcasing some of the most beautiful linework and shading that Eddie had ever seen. His eyes followed the vines without his permission, taking account of the foxglove at your right forearm, the hyacinth on your left elbow, the cluster of lilacs that peeked out of the capsleeve on your shoulder.Â
And oh, god, he couldnât look at the snake that coiled around your knee. He hadnât seen it at first, but when youâd sat down in your chair at the front of the classroom, your dress had crept up your lower thigh, allowing the snake to slither into view, and fuck, Eddie wasnât sure heâd be able to pay much attention to whatever information youâd be delivering that he probably needed to know. All he could hope was that youâd been considerate enough to print out any necessary information so he could read it later.
Tearing his eyes from his daughterâs teacher (christ, Eddie really was a horny bastard, this was in no way okay), he pulled his phone from his pocket in an effort to provide himself a distraction.
âAhem.â
Eddieâs gaze shot up from his phone screen, realizing shamefully that your eyes were trained on him, catching him red-handed in the middle of using his phone in class (which was funny, since he technically wasnât âin classâ, just in a classroom). Still, that didnât seem to make a difference to you as you raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to do anything other than slip that phone back into his pocket. Trapped under your authoritative glare, Eddie gulped, cock twitching slightly as he slid the phone back into the pocket of his charcoal jeans.Â
The moment your eyes left him, you were back to wide smiles that crinkled around your lashes, clapping along with the kids who already adored you, even though you technically wouldnât be their teacher until next week. It didnât matter- they were infatuated with you, a sentiment that Eddie could understand completely.Â
When Eddie stepped up to shake your hand on the way out of your classroom that evening, his heart had leapt at the look that you gave him- one eyebrow raised, the corner of your lipsticked mouth clipping up in a wry, knowing smile.Â
Just like youâd done for every child before they left your classroom that day, you first crouched down until your eyes were level with Ravenâs and asked if she would prefer a hug or a high five. Unsurprisingly, the little firecracker had responded by simply throwing her arms around your neck, clinging to you with the reckless abandon and generous trust that only a five-year-old could give so freely. When you stood to shake Eddieâs hand, he had to bite back a what, I donât get to pick a hug or high five?Â
âRaven,â you said, voice still lifted with excitable inflection that would make any little ankle biterâs ears perk up like a dobermanâs. âI can already tell youâre an excellent student. Do you think you can help your daddy remember all of the things we talked about today?âÂ
Ravenâs eyes lit up, and her wispy curls shook as she nodded her head in agreement. âUh-huh!â
Eddie gave his daughterâs hand a squeeze and nudged her lightly with his knee. âYes maâam.â he prompted, and it was echoed in her tiny, polite voice upon hearing his reminder.Â
Your eyes flicked up to his, approval in your gaze dancing with the teasing sarcasm in your smile. âExcellent manners.â you praised, and Eddie wasnât sure if you were talking to him or to his daughter. Either was fine with him.Â
You took his hand in yours, shook it all-businesslike with a polite âNice to meet you, Mr. Munson.â and before Eddie knew it, he was out the door. However, his mind was still on the cherry-red shine of your hair. The crimson varnish on your nails. The sweetheart neckline of your fifties-style dress, and how when you crouched down and he stayed standing he could see the top of a black lace bra underneath.Â
Good god, he was a pervert.
It was all he could think about on the way home, all he could think about while Raven watched one of those Minions movies for the twentieth time before bed. All he could think about after heâd tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, and retreated to his own bedroom to think about you while he touched himself.Â
Eddie was old-fashioned- he didnât need porn. His imagination was a talented machine, fine-tuned after decades of dreaming up campaigns and writing songs. When he laid down on his mattress, it didnât take long for him to conjure up the image of you there with him, climbing onto his lap, hiking up that black and white polka dotted dress until he could see the tattoos that he imagined must decorate your thighs.Â
He spat into his hand, sighing as he felt the slick coat his cock with each pass of his hand. He applied the most pressure with his thumb, flicking it over that ridge beneath the head that felt fucking phenomenal when touched the way he liked. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine your red-painted nails slipping over the head of his cock, tongue poking out to kitten-lick the very tip while you looked at him with big, bright, forbidden eyes.
Your crimson-stained lips, shiny with spit, would envelop him warmly, causing him to groan ecstatically as his hips bucked into your mouth. His cock, fully hard and throbbing, would slide down your throat as you shoved your lips- no, as Eddie shoved your lips further and further down his shaft until your nose smushed against the hair at his groin. His hand would span across the back of your head, pushing you down and holding you there until you gagged around him, and God, that would feel so good, your desperate swallowing around his throbbing dick and the noises you would make- what noises would you make?
He imagined your voice as he fisted his cock, wove melodies of moans in his head that he could pull from your mouth. Would they be deep? Guttural? Or would you be the kind of moaner that whimpered at the highest register you had? Would you be loud, so loud that the neighbors would hear- either that, or he would just have to gag you. Slap his hand over your mouth. Stuff your panties between your lips (which he was sure were black lace to match your bra). Or would you be more assertive, quick to put Eddie in his place like you did today when heâd taken out his phone?
Which did he want to call you: baby? Or maâam? He imagined trying both out on you while he was balls-deep in your wet little pussy, and thought about which word would make you squeeze him tighter.Â
God, Eddie was so fucking horny. It had been so long since heâd cum inside anything that wasnât his own hand. He thought about whether or not it would be inappropriate to text the cell phone number youâd provided in the email youâd sent out to the parents/guardians of your class. What would he even say?Â
Evening, miss. Was nice to meet you tonight. Feel like grabbing a drink?Â
Could he? Would that be appropriate?
He got harder just thinking about it. It definitely would not be appropriate⊠but what if you said yes anyway? What if you actually agreed to see him? What if you both hit it off? What if you actually did come back to his place with him, let him slide his hand around your waist, hold you close enough to smell the perfume on your neck? Let him see that lacy bra in all its glory?
The fantasy of an evening played out in his mindâs eye: Eddie would pick you up at your house, and you would answer the door wearing a cherry-colored dress that hugged your curves, painting you red to match your hair, your nails, and the angry shade of his cock. In the car, his fingers would brush the skin of your thigh, tracing the inked designs that lived there as you answered his questions about what you liked, what you didnât, what you wanted or hated. Your hand would snake over to his thigh in turn, trace the seam of his black jeans- the ones that hugged his legs in all the right places- and the sensation would get him hard on the spot, right there in his car.Â
Would you be scared away by that? By how quickly you turned him on, drove him nuts. Or would it turn you on too, making you sigh, a rumble through your chest as he felt your delicate, red-tipped fingers brush his hardening cock through the tightening fabric. Would you unbuckle his belt? Unbutton his pants? Unzip his fly and free his throbbing dick into the cool night air, only to shock him with the warm, wet feel of your mouth while he continued to cruise down a Hawkins country road?
Eddie groaned, feeling his release creep up on him. Closer and closer he drew, and with every stroke of his cock he succumbed further into his hazy vision of you. Now you were back in bed with him, naked and bouncing on his cock. You were rubbing your clit as you moved your hot, wet pussy up and down his shaft, leaving milky white wet in your wake. In his fantasy, you were arching your back, moaning as he thrust himself into you at a pace that hit places within you that made you cry out his name.Â
His movements were getting faster, his grip growing tighter as it slipped over his cock at a speed that he knew would result in a sore arm tomorrow but he didnât care- his release would be worth it. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, imagining your knees quivering as you made yourself cum on his cock. Imagining your body convulsing under waves of pleasure, your thighs threatening to close against his strong hands holding them open. You would moan and mewl and chant his name, and conjuring up the sound of his name as it left your lips was what did it for Eddie.
Heavy, white ropes of cum dripped over his knuckles, painting his stomach and sliding over the shining crevices of his rings. He stroked himself slower, coming down from his release with a shuddering sigh.Â
It only took a few moments for the fact that he just jacked off to the thought of his daughterâs kindergarten teacher to sink in.Â
Eddie didnât feel⊠creepy⊠but he could tell there was a definite line heâd crossed somewhere. However, he was tired, and decided that he would deal with the moral implications tomorrow.Â
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The next time Eddie saw you, you were working the car line after school. Heâd taken note of the Metallica shirt you were wearing, and rolled down his window, turning up the volume on his stereo. He watched as your smile broadened when you recognized For Whom the Bell Tolls.Â
âHere for Raven?â Youâd asked with a lopsided grin. Your voice was just as sweet as he remembered.
âYep,â heâd replied, nodding to your t-shirt, âbut if you want to keep her for a few more hours, I think I just decided I trust you with my kid even more than I did before.â
You grinned, showing all of your teeth this time. âSheâs a cool kid.â you paused, as if debating whether to finish your sentence. â...I can see where she gets it.â
Eddie beamed, his smirk reaching up to the crowâs feet at his eyes. âYou think Iâm cool?â
You matched him, smirk for smirk, going as far as to lean your forearms onto the passenger side window sill. âYou carry yourself like someone who knows theyâre cool.â
Eddie stared at you for a moment, debating for an entirely too-short length of time whether or not he should shoot his shot.Â
Fuck it.Â
âCool enough to buy you a drink sometime?â
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x you#stranger things#stranger things fic#older!eddie munson#single dad!eddie munson#teacher!reader#dad!eddie munson#rip-quizilla
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More domestic Joel Miller headcanons because I canât stop thinking about him
When Tommy and Maria have their daughter, Joel absolutely falls in love with her. You two take turns helping the new parents out so they can get some sleep which means you get to watch Joel hold the tiny baby
He will bounce her around the dimly lit room, humming whatever song is stuck in his head, and his curls are a mess on top of his head and he looks so tired but heâs so happy
As she gets older, she clings to him and cannot get enough of him
One time you were walking through town together and you heard a very loud âUNCA JOEâ coming from behind you
Joel lit up like a Christmas tree when he turned around and saw the little girl abandoning Maria to rush across the town square and into his arms
She and Ellie become fast friends and the two become little trouble makers despite their 14 year age gap
Speaking of trouble, Ellie constantly makes fun of how affectionate you and Joel are at home. On patrol, you keep it professional and barely even kiss each other goodbye. But, once youâre in the comfort of your own home, all bets are off
This man was so touch-starved for so many years but now that he has you, he is the clingiest man alive
Joel will come up behind you when youâre doing something and wrap his arms around you, kiss your neck, tickle you, whatever he needs to do to distract you
He LOOOVVVEEESSS laying his head in your lap and letting you run your fingers through his hair while you ramble about your day
Canât fall asleep unless heâs touching some part of you
He has a horrible habit of smacking your ass any chance he gets (poor Ellie)
âYou guys are gross,â sheâs yelled across the room so many times youâve lost count. Joel thinks itâs hilarious each time
âYouâre gross,â heâll accuse before letting go of you and turning to face her. âYou donât have to be so jealous. Thereâs enough Joel Miller to go around.â He teases before wrapping her in a big hug and spinning her around the room
Her squeals of laughter could power a whole city as she screams at him to put her down
Loves cooking even if it took him a long time to learn
You and Ellie grinned your way through some truly awful meals but he got better and now you actually look forward to when he cooks
Teaches Ellie how to cook even though sheâs more impatient than he is
You manage to snap a Polaroid of the two of them at the stove with their backs to you and under it you wrote âChefs Miller + Williamsâ
Oh my god the nicknames they would come up with for each other
Ellie Bellie was the first one and then it quickly divulged into Elle Belle, Bellie, Smellie, Smell, Elle, and so many more
At one point, you were each calling her Beleanor Roosevelt
Joelâs nicknames get cycled through pretty quickly: Joey, Jo Bro, Joel Bowl, Bowl, Grumpy McGrumps (curtesy of Ellie), Goel (Joelâs drunk alter-ego) and whatever else ends up sticking
Joel is one of the most intelligent men you have ever met and you would (and have) trusted him with your life but Jesus Christ is he oblivious when Ellie starts dating
Sarah wasnât really interested in dating so Joel never had to talk to her about anything but with Ellie EVERYTHING is different
Ellie never really came out in the sense that she never sat you two down to have an emotional conversation. She just kinda came home with Cat and told you she was her girlfriend
You were being a typical protective figure for Ellie and asked Cat lots of questions but even then you werenât sure if you thought Cat was right for Ellie. Joel, however, was surprisingly quick to welcome Cat and didnât have any qualms about Ellie dating
When you asked him about it later, he shrugged and said, âI think itâs nice that Ellie has good girlfriends like herâ
âNo, Joel. Cat is Ellieâs girlfriend not a girlfriendâ
âIâm lostâ
Once you explain it to him, he goes into Ellieâs room and they talk for a long time about God knows what
Joel Miller may be from Texas but that man supports his daughter, no matter what
Neither of you ended up being a huge fan of Cat but once Ellie and Dina start dating, itâs over
Joel invites Dina over for dinner every chance he gets and embarrasses Ellie each time but Dina loves it
Subtly tries to teach Ellie love songs on the guitar
Ellie subtly lets him
You subtly fall deeper in love and the life you have built with them
In conclusion, Joel Miller would be the sweetest little domestic guy if given the chance.
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#ellie williams#joel miller x reader#the last of us#the last of us x reader#joel and ellie#joel miller#joel miller drabble#joel miller fic#joel miller the last of us#joel tlou#joel miller headcanon#tlou headcanons#i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess
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Surprise
Summary: Fives returns home after weeks in the outer rim and he has a couple of surprises for you.
Pairing: Fives x reader
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Author's Note: This is just pure fluff which is exactly what my forever love Fives deserves.
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The sun shone brightly as you made your way back to your apartment, a bag of groceries tucked under your arm. You hummed softly to yourself as you walked, spirits high as you bobbed and weaved through the busy streets. Coruscant was well and truly into summer and it was hard to feel down on such a warm and sunny day. The only thing that could have made the day better would be if a certain handsome ARC Trooper was planet-side. But he had been off-world for nearly 3 standard weeks with no timeline for return. You were doing your best to ignore the Fives-shaped hole in your heart in his absence.Â
Sometimes you found it hard to believe how lucky you had been that a chance encounter at 79s had turned into the most significant relationship in your life. Fives was unlike anyone you had ever met before, charming and hilarious while also incredibly loyal and caring. The speed at which you had fallen for him had been somewhat shocking to you. Heâd become such an integral part of your life that you now couldnât picture it without him and each time he left it was harder and harder to let him go.
You did your best to shake the brewing melancholy thoughts from your mind and focused instead on enjoying the sunshine on your final approach to your apartment. You continued to hum softly as you fished out your key fob and entered the building. You smiled brightly to the few neighbours you passed in the hall and in the lift, determined to not let the absence of Fives bring you down too much.Â
You shifted your groceries under your other arm as your front door swooshed open. You kicked off your shoes haphazardly as the door slid closed behind you. You would move them later but for now, you didnât really care about the slight chaos at your front door.
You suddenly paused in the entranceway of your apartment as the soft sound of music met your ears. You frowned and your brow furrowed in confusion, you hadnât remembered turning the music on before you had left earlier that day. Frown still in place you slowly made your way out into the living room, bag of groceries still tucked under your arm.Â
The sight that greeted you made your heart warm exponentially. Fives was fast asleep on your couch, sitting completely upright with his head tilted back against the cushions at a somewhat uncomfortable angle. He was still in his full kit, minus his helmet which sat on your coffee table. Your face warmed and you smiled softly at the small, hand-picked-looking bouquet of flowers that was precariously still in his grasp as he slept. He looked incredibly peaceful but the slight shadowing you could see under his eyes even from a distance made you quietly sneak off toward the kitchen to put your groceries away. It was obvious that he had come straight here to see you but you couldnât bring yourself to wake him up just yet when he was clearly so exhausted.Â
You put your groceries away quietly and then went about doing some of the other chores you had planned on tackling before Fives made an unexpected appearance. You poked your head into the living room every so often to check on him but he was fast asleep each time. You had always been rather impressed with his ability to fall asleep anywhere and nearly instantly, though you did worry slightly about the angle his neck was at.Â
Once you had finished your chores you quietly made your way back out into the living space and curled up onto the couch beside him. Even the shifting of the cushions was not enough to wake him this time around, he wasnât a heavy sleeper normally, so he truly must have been exhausted.Â
You took a moment to look at him, the handsome lines on his face, the way he looked younger when he slept. You committed everything to memory as your eyes traced his form. Somedays you still couldnât quite believe that you were lucky enough to have him, that someone like him loved you.Â
Your eyes drifted down to the flowers in his hand, a soft smile growing on your face as you looked at them. His grip had gone slack in his sleep and they were precariously close to falling onto the floor. You knew he would be distraught if they did so you very slowly reached out to take them. Your hand had only just begun to move when he took in a gasp of air, his eyes popped open as he jerked awake.Â
You had to smother the laugh in your throat as you watched him blink a few times, his head swivelling slightly as he surveyed his surroundings before his gaze turned to you. You watched as his face morphed from excitement to one of disappointment.Â
âI fell asleepâŠâ He stated, his voice sounded much sadder than you expected for some reason.Â
You smiled softly but were unable to stop yourself from chuckling at the kicked-puppy look on his face, âYou sure did.â
He groaned, his head tipping back against the cushions as he ran a hand over his face, âI wanted to surprise you,â He sounded so disappointed that your heart ached. Fives, forever the romantic was always trying to find new ways to surprise you, and likely this had been one of those occasions. You werenât sure if you would ever get used to how sweet he was.Â
âYou did!â You said as you slid closer to his side, one hand wrapping around the hard armour covering his bicep, trying to reassure him, âWalking in to find someone sleeping on your couch is very surprising!â
Fives laughed softly but he shook his head, âYou know thatâs not what I meant. I had a whole thing plannedâŠâ
You felt your face flush at his sweetness, âWe can start over if you want⊠I could go stand out in the hall for a few minutes. Iâm pretty good at pretending.âÂ
He chuckled again and shook his head once more as he sat up straighter and turned his body slightly so he was facing you, âHere,â he said softly, holding up the flowers in his hand, âThese are for you.â
You smiled brightly at him as you gently took them, âThank you Fives, theyâre beautiful,â You took a deep breath, your eyes closing briefly at the sweet scent of the blooms, âWhere did you get them?âÂ
The tips of his ears reddened slightly and he looked somewhat sheepish, a cheeky grin spread across his face, âThey might have been obtained illegally so donât ask any more questions unless you want to be complicit in my crimes.â
You laughed loudly at that, âAlright, no more questions.âÂ
You leaned over quickly to press a kiss to his flushing cheek, the image of him sneaking around plucking flowers from unsuspecting peopleâs gardens had you still chuckling softly as you pulled away from him, âThank you, I love them even if they are stolen.â
âRepurposed,â He countered which only made you laugh more.
âSure thing, Fives.âÂ
Fives laughed then gently plucked the flowers from your hand and set them aside on the coffee table. You smiled as he moved, his hand reaching out to your waist to pull you closer to him.Â
âI should really go put those in water,â You said as his nose brushed against your own. Your skin felt as if it was on fire as he touched you gently. You had missed him so much.Â
âLater,â He whispered before he was pressing his lips against your own.Â
You sighed into the kiss, your hands reaching up to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck as he pressed closer to you. His hair was longer than you had ever seen it, the ends were just beginning to curl and you couldnât resist running your fingers through it. You smiled against his lips at the light shudder that coursed through him at your touch.Â
âI missed you,â He whispered against your lips as his nose bumped against your own once more.Â
âI might have missed you too,â You teased as you pulled back just slightly so you could meet his golden gaze. His eyes were positively burning, a grin growing on his face at your teasing.Â
You giggled as he swooped in and planted another quick cheek before he was moving, his hands grabbing your own and pulling you up off the couch as though you were weightless.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â You asked with a raised eyebrow as he pulled you into the middle of the room, away from the furniture. There was a mischievous grin on his face, one that was very familiar to you and one that you knew from experience usually meant trouble was soon to follow.Â
âI told you I had a thing planned,â He replied simply, flashing you a sharp grin full of bright white teeth.Â
Your brow furrowed as he pulled you closer against him, one hand still holding your own while the other slid around and down to rest on the small of your back. His touch left a trail of fire in its wake and you did your best to hide the shiver that ran through you as you continued to look at him in confusion.Â
He only smirked at you in response before he moved again, falling into step with the soft music that was still playing in your apartment. Your confusion changed to shock as your free hand lifted on instinct to rest against his pauldron as he slowly spun the two of you around your living room.Â
âIs this what you had planned?â You asked, your face warm and heart thrumming against your chest as he pulled you close. Even with his armour on you could feel the heat of him seeping into you. Just when you thought you had figured him out he still managed to surprise you.Â
âWell,â He started with a grin, âthe plan was to greet you with flowers in hand and sweep you into my arms but you took too long.â
You laughed, âYouâre blaming me?â
âOf course,â Fives replied seriously but his eyes were sparkling with amusement, âThis is clearly all your fault.â
You scoffed, shaking your head playfully at him. Really, it was unbelievable how much you loved this man.Â
Before you could even think of a response back he surprised you even further by spinning you out and away from him. You giggled as you spun back towards him, it had been a long time since you had last danced like this but you found the motions coming back to you easily.Â
You let out a small squeak of surprise as he dipped you low in his arms, the smouldering look on his face as he held you in his strong arms had your pulse racing beneath your skin. He gave you a beaming grin before he closed the gap, dipping down to kiss you as you melted in his arms.Â
The kiss was slow, reverent, the kind of kiss you dreamed about at night when he was off saving the galaxy. It set your entire body on fire as you pressed back up into him as much as you could given he still had you dipped over in his arm. He moaned softly as your kiss became hungrier, nibbling against his lower lip as flames licked low in your belly.Â
Much too soon for your liking he was pulling away, bringing you both back upright. Fives chuckled as he looked at you, clearly aware of and revelling in the effect he had on you. You felt your face flush at the desire you could see brewing in the depths of his warm eyes as he continued to sway with you around your living room, your bodies now much closer than they had been before.Â
 âWhere did you learn to dance like this?â You asked, somewhat breathlessly as he pulled you flush against his body. You had danced before but this was very different from grinding up against each other at 79s.Â
âI might have looked up some videos on the holonet,â His grin became downright wicked then, âAnd then I made Echo practice with me.â
You laughed loudly, the mental imagery of poor Echo being pulled into Fivesâ schemes, as usual, was truly amusing. You shook your head, looking up at him fondly as he simply grinned back at you.Â
âWell, this has been a wonderful surprise. Thieving, breaking and entering, dancing, youâve really outdone yourself Fives,â You couldnât help but tease him, especially at the look of playful indignation that crossed his face.Â
âAnything for you, love,â He said with a wink before he dipped you down once more. You laughed as he peppered your face and neck with quick and soft kisses.Â
âYouâre a menace,â You chuckled as he pulled you back upright.Â
âBut a loveable menace,â He replied with a cheeky grin as his hand slid back down to the small of your back, pulling you flush up against him with a gentle tug. The plastoid of his armour bit into your skin somewhat but you found it comforting. It was a reminder that he was here, that he was real, that he was yours.Â
âTrue,â You teased before sobering, âI love you so much,â You continued softly, your hand sliding down off of his pauldron to rest on the armour plate right over his heart.Â
âHmm,â He hummed consideringly, his head tipping down towards your own so that you were cheek to cheek, âNot nearly as much as I love you. I did learn to dance for you after all.â
You pulled away slightly so your eyes could meet, you were unable to keep the grin off your face, âYouâre right, I guess Iâve got to step up my game,â You said as the two of you swayed together. You werenât really dancing anymore, simply moving to the music gently as you melted into one another. You wished desperately that you could stay in that moment with him forever.Â
You pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before you pulled back from him slightly, just enough so that you could slide your hands up to his chest, your fingers drumming against his plate of armour.
âCan you please take this off,â You asked, her voice growing husky with need, âI think itâs about time that I actually got to touch you,âÂ
âYes, maâam,â He said with a nod and a grin before stepping away from you. You chuckled softly, impressed with the speed at which he managed to get out of his armour. You were back in his arms in moments, wrapped up tightly as he purred in your ear, âNow, where were we?âÂ
You looked up at him with a smile, as your hands made their way up to his chest, your fingers fisting in the black fabric covering it, âI think I was just about to show you just how much I love you.âÂ
Fives' smile was so warm that it made your heart thrum once more, heat returning to your body as he spoke in a low rumble, âIâm all yours, cyarâika.â
Your smile widened before you pressed up onto the tips of your toes. Your hands wrapped around behind Fivesâ head, sinking into the hair at the nape of his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. You couldnât help but think, as he deepened the kiss, stealing the very breath from your lungs, that this day really was the best. And it only got better as you spent the rest of the afternoon getting completely lost in one another.Â
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It's a Date - Part 2
Jake Seresin x Reader
A/N: This is probably going to be slow going, but I think I like it so far?
Summary: Jake Seresin is feeling defeated. His youngest sister, Brooke is getting married in 3 weeks, and he has yet to find a date. While he loves his family, he can't say he enjoys getting those comments from his mother about when he is going to find a "nice girl" and settle down. In comes Y/N "Casper" L/N, a prime target to get rid of the one on Jake's back.
Warning: probably incorrect military information, not really proof-read.
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âYou said you would give me whatever I wanted if I agreed to come with you,â you started, pointing toward a coffee shop kiosk to your left. They had just made it through security screening. Being in the Navy had its perks, including the fast lane through the always dreaded process.Â
âCasp, you want to spend your compensation on a coffee?â It was early, too early if you ask Y/N. Hangman begged to differ, he wanted to check their bags and head toward their gate as quickly as possible so they wouldnât be rushed. It was a little hypocritical, but that wasnât something you were going to bring up at this hour.Â
âOh, Honey,â you begin, with a playful grin on your face. âYouâll be giving me whatever I want all weekend.â Hangman snorts at your comment, causing you to pull a face at his insinuation. Quickly brushing it off and rolling your eyes, you plant your feet where they stand and cross your arms. It was Hangmanâs turn to roll his eyes.
âIn that case, Sweetheart, how about you go over and get us something while I check our bags.â He adjusts the bags on his shoulder. âWhat do you have in this thing anyway? An F-18 manual?â His tone indicates joking, but his face is set in an almost glare.
âJust my love for you, baby,â you grin, reaching out your hand towards his cheek, getting ready to squeeze. He swats your hand away before shaking his head. While walking away, toward the check-in desk, he most definitely did not smile at your giggle.Â
âHere,â you mumble as Hangman walks up to you after checking your bags. In your hand is a coffee cup, which he quickly accepts. You both grab the handle of your carry-ons and start walking in the direction of your gate. Lifting the cup to his mouth, Hangman admits to himself that coffee is definitely appreciated, it doesn't matter if it is the way he likes it.
âYou remembered.â He looks to his side; head cocking slightly after the first sip. You look back, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
âWhat?â
âCasper, you remembered the way I like my coffee,â He starts. You simply shrug and go to sip your drink once more. Hangman continues, âYâknow, someone might get the wrong idea and think you like me because you remembered this.â The sing-songy tune at the end of his sentence makes you snort.Â
âDonât get a big head, Bagman, itâs just a coffee. A black coffee,â you say as you shake your head softly.
âIf weâre going to pass as a couple, you canât be calling me that this weekend.â Your walk turns into more of a stroll as people rush past you.Â
âBut what if youâre being ridiculous,â You counter, your eyebrows raised.
âI have never, in my life, been ridiculous.â You cackle. Hangman does what he can to suppress the grin on his face, blaming it on the fact that your laugh was hilarious. âI think we should think about what we are going to call each other so it sounds natural when the time comes.â At that moment, someone who was in a particularly large rush passed you, clipping Hangmanâs shoulder. His coffee splashes on his hand and wrist, causing him to hiss in surprise. âAsshat,â He grumbles under his breath. Hearing a gasp beside him, he notices the look on your face. âNo - not that!â
âFine, but you canât veto my next one. Iâm calling you baby and there is nothing you can do about it,â you say, shrugging mostly to yourself. âIt just flows, so itâll make pretending easier.â
âAnd you can be Honey,â He states. Looking at you, he sees the shake of your head. âPrincess?â Giggles follow. âSweetheart?â you pause for a moment, causing those behind you to grumble as they pass.Â
âItâs not the worst choice.â You begin to walk once more, not looking back to see if the man you are with has followed. âSo, Hangman, how long have we been dating?â
âIt needs to be at least six months - thatâs when I told my sisters that I would have a date for the wedding.â
âAnd they are just hearing about me now after over half a year because...?â Hangmanâs shoulders move up and down.
âBeing in the navy, and a pilot at that, we wanted to make sure things worked on a personal level before getting others involved,â He says.Â
âIf I had use of both of my hands, I might actually applaud you. Itâs like you have thought about this or something.â
As the plane touches down on the tarmac, you feel yourself getting more and more anxious about the whole plan. You knew you were friends, and possibly could even categorize yourselves as good friends at this point, but would anyone buy that you were in love?Â
You look to the seat beside you, and Hangmanâs pleasant disposition washes away a bit of the worry. You can tell how excited he is to see his family. Like most of the dagger crew, he visited home as often as he could and would invite his family to see him, but being away was something Hangman never really got used to. He missed coming home to the smell of a hot, home-cooked meal wafting through the house. He missed teasing his sisters, then inevitably threatening someone who spoke or acted against them.Â
You decide to pull him out of his focused state when those in front of them start to stand up and get ready to disembark from the plane. You place your hand on his forearm and find yourself smiling when he jumps slightly.Â
âYour hands are freezing,â He spoke with his eyebrows knit together, words filled with pretend malice. âA little Texan air will do you some good, hopefully, return you to being a warm-blooded creature,â he said, with his face screwed up. You pretend to scoff, but a smirk was clawing its way onto your face, with nothing you could do about it.
Jake takes it upon himself to lift both of their carry-ons from the overhead compartment, seemingly slipping into the boyfriend role easily. Before walking down the aisle to disembark, he takes your hand in his and squeezes it as if he can feel your anxiety. You guess it was probably radiating off you considering how much you felt building up in your chest.Â
Walking through the hallways of the airport, you are impressed. You knew Austin was big, but in all honesty, you were expecting something a little more⊠country. Through the walls of windows, you notice the large crowd of people at the bottom of the escalator. Most of them looked so excited to be here, likely reuniting with some of their favourite people. You watch as various groups embrace passengers from the plane and feel a pang in your chest. Is it wrong to trick Jakeâs family like this? Surely there was another-
âThatâs them thereâ, Jake interjects, jolting you from your possibly spiral-inducing thoughts. Though he is pointing toward the crowd, you canât help but look at his face first. He looks like a kid on Christmas who just opened a present containing a puppy. You follow his hand and try to filter through the crowd. You had seen pictures of his mom and his sisters from an old photograph in his locker but adding an extra 20 years really changed people.Â
Jakeâs point turns into a wave, and suddenly you see them. His mother has the same smile, and his sisters have the same bright blonde hair that Jake adorned.Â
The both of you walk up to Jakeâs family and you are immediately enveloped in a hug by his mother. Your mouth opens into an âoâ shape, a little taken aback by the prompt physical affection. You hear a snicker from beside you.
âI hope Jake told you we are a family of huggers,â his sister jokes, taking Jake into a hug herself.Â
âOh, hush, Emily,â Jakeâs mother chides before partially releasing you. She holds onto the tops of your arms and smiles. âIt is so nice to meet you, dear.âÂ
âItâs nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Seresin. Thank you so much for having me.â She still hasnât let you go of your arms, seemingly trying to take you all in. You flush red, looking away for a second, worried she will be able to see the lie on your face.Â
âDear, call me Alice, Mrs. Seresin is far too formal for such an important person in Jakeâs life.â Her hands brush down your arms, to stop to hold your hands for a quick moment. Almost abruptly, she releases your hold to turn toward her son. âAnd you, I swear itâs been years since I have seen my favourite son,â she teases. He chuckles.
âItâs been maybe five months, Ma.â He doesnât touch on the favourite son bit. Sure, he was her only son, but it didnât stop her from telling him he could still be her favourite. Her hug with Jake is much shorter than the one she shared with you, something Jake couldnât help but notice.
âOkay then, letâs get this show on the road. Your nieces were practically bouncing on the couch in anticipation of meeting Y/N.âÂ
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roommates // chapter 1
synopsis: living with your childhood friends can't be that bad, right?
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The chaos began six months ago, but in a way, it had been brewing for longer than that. Life had a funny way of throwing curveballs, and your most recent one hit harder than usual.
It all started when the company you'd been working at for the past few yearsâyour first ârealâ adult jobâsuddenly went bankrupt. There had been warning signs, of course. Layoffs here and there, hushed conversations in the break room, an ever-increasing workload as the higher-ups scrambled to keep things afloat. But no one expected the announcement to come so suddenly.
One minute, you were mindlessly typing up reports in your tiny cubicle; the next, you were sitting in a mandatory company-wide meeting, staring blankly at the CEO as he delivered the bad news with all the enthusiasm of a man who had clearly checked out months ago.
"We regret to inform you," he had said, voice monotone, "that due to unforeseen financial difficulties, the company will be ceasing all operations immediately."
Immediately? You barely had time to process what was happening before your coworkers started packing up their desks in stunned silence. The moment you walked out of that office for the last time, you were no longer gainfully employedâand without severance, to make things worse.
The first few weeks after the bankruptcy were a blur. Your savings were quickly drying up, and the job market was ruthless. Nothing seemed to stickâno matter how many applications you sent out, you couldn't catch a break. Then, as if things werenât bad enough, your landlord gave you notice that the building was being renovated, forcing you to move out immediately. Now you were jobless and about to be homeless.
You sighed as you pushed open the door to the convenience store where you now worked. A far cry from your corporate job, but at least it paid the bills⊠well, some of them. Youâd been lucky to snag the position, honestlyâMai, your coworker, had been the one to suggest applying. Theyâd been desperate for staff, and you were desperate for anything.
Still, going from a cushy office job to stocking shelves, manning the register, and dealing with cranky customers at all hours of the day (and sometimes night) was jarring. You hadnât exactly dreamed of a career in convenience retail, but after the whirlwind of the last few months, stability, however temporary, was a blessing.
"Hey, Y/N," Mai called from behind the counter, flashing you a grin as you entered. "Rough day already?"
"Is it that obvious?" you groaned, dropping your bag behind the register and grabbing your apron.
Mai smirked. "You've got that âIâve had it with everythingâ vibe. It's probably the living situation, huh?"
"You have no idea," you muttered, tying your apron and preparing yourself for the usual rush of customers.
âI went from a sleek office chair to a creaky stool behind the register. I think I need a degree in psychology to handle the late-night customers.â
Mai chuckled, nodding. âWelcome to retail! You learn to read people fast. Just last week, I had a guy try to haggle for a pack of gum like we were at a flea market.â
You laughed, shaking your head as you imagined the scene. âAt least itâs not boring, right?â
âTrue, true! Youâll have some wild stories to tell.â Mai leaned on the counter, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âSpeaking of stories, have you heard about the guy who keeps coming in and trying to buy the entire stock of energy drinks? I swear, itâs like he thinks heâs prepping for a marathon.â
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âNo way! Does he actually drink them all?â
âWho knows? But itâs hilarious watching him get all defensive when I tell him we have a limit per customer.â Mai rolled her eyes playfully. âJust the other night, he tried to convince me that he needed them for a âvery important project.ââ
âRight, because thatâs a totally valid reason,â you replied with a laugh as the first wave of customers trickled in.
As you settled into a rhythm of ringing up snacks and drinks, your mind wandered to thoughts of reconnecting with your childhood friends. You hadnât seen them in ages, and the idea of a reunion felt like a much-needed breath of fresh air. Just as you were about to ring up a customer, your phone buzzed on the counter, drawing your attention. You quickly glanced at the screen and saw a message from Geto in your childhood friend group chat.
Geto: âAnyone in Tokyo these days? Iâm moving there next month.â
You stared at the message for a moment. You hadnât known he was moving. Coincidentally, you had been planning to relocate for job opportunities, and a strange feeling crept up on you. One by one, the others replied.
Nanami: âSame here. I didnât know you were moving, Geto.â
Toji: âIn town for work. We should catch up.â
Your stomach twisted in a mixture of excitement and dread. You hadnât seen them in monthsâeveryone had grown distant since childhood, and while you occasionally exchanged pleasantries on birthdays or holidays, life had taken you all in different directions. When you replied, you kept it casual, not wanting to reveal just how much your life had unraveled recently.
You:Â âIâm also in Tokyo! Letâs meet up sometime!â
It didnât take long for Gojo to suggest drinks. Of course he did.
The bar Gojo picked was, predictably, obnoxious. It was one of those trendy places with dim lighting and overpriced cocktails. You hadnât been sure what to expect when you stepped inside, but the moment you spotted the familiar faces, a wave of nostalgia hit you hard.
You spotted Gojo first, waving wildly from across the room. His grin was as wide and infectious as ever, his bright white hair standing out in the dim lighting. He was wearing his usual oversized black sweater, sleeves pushed up to reveal his lean, toned arms, and his sunglasses perched atop his head as if he were making some grand fashion statement.
âY/N!â he called, motioning you over to the booth where the others were already gathered.
You took a deep breath and approached, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. Geto greeted you with his usual calm, easygoing smile, his long dark hair tied back in a loose bun, a few strands framing his face. He wore a simple, well-fitted black shirt that showed off the broadness of his shoulders and the subtle tattoos that peeked out from beneath the sleeves.
Nanami gave you a nod of acknowledgment. His blonde hair was neatly slicked back, and he wore a tailored gray suit, though the jacket was discarded to reveal his dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Despite the setting, he looked as though he could walk into a boardroom at any moment, his sharp features giving off an air of quiet authority.
Toji, leaning casually against the booth with his muscular arms crossed, offered a smirk that hadnât changed in all the years youâd known him. His dark hair was tousled in that effortlessly cool way, and he was dressed in a simple black shirt that clung to his well-defined chest and arms. There was something rugged about him, a sharpness in his jawline and the way his emerald-green eyes appraised you that made it clear he was still the same cocky troublemaker you remembered.
âItâs been a while, huh?â Geto said, giving you a friendly hug as you sat down.
âToo long,â you said, hugging him briefly before taking a seat between him and Nanami. Toji was on the opposite end of the table, casually sipping a drink as he observed the group with that smirk you remembered all too well.
Nanami, ever the stoic, gave you a polite nod. âHowâs everything?â
You forced a smile, not wanting to dive into the whole âI just lost my job and am probably going to be homeless soonâ conversation. âItâs⊠been better. But itâs good to see you all.â
Gojo slid a drink across the table toward you with a grin. âYou look like you need this more than anyone.â
âThanks,â you muttered, taking a sip of what you immediately recognized as something far too strong for the start of the night. Gojo always had a knack for picking the worst possible drink choices.
The first hour passed in a whirlwind of reminiscing. You laughed about old childhood memoriesâthe ridiculous pranks Gojo used to pull, the time Geto convinced you all to sneak out to watch a horror movie, and Nanamiâs early obsession with studying that kept him from joining in on most of the chaos. Toji, of course, had been the rebellious one, always dragging you into some kind of mischief.
âRemember when Y/N got stuck in that tree because she tried to follow Toji up there?â Gojo laughed, eyes glinting with mischief.
You groaned. âI was six.â
âAnd you were so mad at Toji for leaving you up there!â Geto added, chuckling.
Toji raised an eyebrow, a smug grin creeping onto his face. âYou werenât ready for the climb.â
âYou could have helped me down!â you shot back, rolling your eyes.
Nanami shook his head. âI was the one who had to call for help. No one else seemed concerned that she was stuck up there for an hour.â
âThatâs because you were the responsible one,â you teased, nudging his shoulder.
Gojo leaned in, his grin widening. âAnyway, whatâs everyone up to these days? I know Nanamiâs still a corporate slave, but what about the rest of you?â
Geto was the first to speak. âIâm starting a nonprofit. Trying to get things off the ground.â
That sounded about right for himâalways the one to care about bigger causes. You nodded approvingly. âThatâs awesome, Geto.â
Toji shrugged, leaning back in his chair. âIâm doing freelance work. You know, keeping busy.â
Gojo snorted. âFreelance work? You mean muscle-for-hire.â
âSomething like that,â Toji replied with a smirk.
The conversation moved around the table, each of them sharing what theyâd been up to in the years since youâd drifted apart. It felt strangely natural, like no time had passed, and yet, so much had changed.
Eventually, the spotlight turned to you.
âWhat about you, Y/N?â Geto asked, his gaze soft but curious. âHowâs life treating you?â
âIâm... getting by,â you said vaguely, swirling your drink as you avoided eye contact. âHad some changes, but nothing I canât handle.â
Gojo, always a little too perceptive for his own good, leaned in with a grin. âChanges, huh? Come on, youâre hiding something. Spill.â
You sighed. âFine. My company went under, and Iâve been stuck working at a convenience store for now.â
âThat sucks,â Geto said sympathetically. âAre you okay? Do you need help finding something new?â
You appreciated their concern but shrugged it off. âIâll manage. Itâs not ideal, but Iâll figure it out.â
Toji, who had been watching you closely the whole time, spoke up. âYou still looking for a place to stay?â
You blinked, surprised that he knew about your housing situation. âUh, yeah. My landlordâs renovating, so Iâve got to move out soon.â
âWhy not stay with us?â Gojo blurted out, clearly not thinking it through.
Nanamiâs brow furrowed immediately. âGojo, donâtââ
âIâm serious!â Gojo interrupted, eyes bright with enthusiasm. âWeâve got space, and itâd be just like old times, right?â
You laughed, though the idea seemed ridiculous. âAre you serious? All of us, living together again? I donât think thatâs a good idea.â
Geto chuckled softly. âItâd be chaotic, for sure, but it could be fun.â
âOr a disaster,â Nanami added dryly, giving Gojo a pointed look.
But the more you thought about it, the more the idea stuck. You needed a place, and as crazy as it sounded, the thought of living with them againâof being close to your childhood friendsâwas oddly comforting.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you found yourself nodding. âAlright. But only until I get back on my feet.â
Gojo whooped in victory, raising his glass. âTo our new roommate!â
And just like that, your fate was sealed. The reunion had brought you back together, and now, you were officially moving in with the four of them. What could possibly go wrong?
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Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: éŹèŸčäžæŻæ”·æŁ çșą/Winter Begonia
Winter Begonia is the tale of the intertwined lives of a wealthy, westernized businessman and a bratty, dramatic Peking Opera performer as they navigate the historical landscape of 1930s China.
It is a slow historical ramble of a show, to the point where I couldn't really say it has a single plot. Events just happen in their lives, and the show follows them with a pleasant steadiness. Characters go away, and sometimes they come back. Interpersonal conflicts rise and then get resolved. Sometimes you just get to sit and watch part of an opera happen. The last third of the show develops a slightly more cohesive narrative, but even then, it's still mostly a loose constellation of events related to larger goings-on in the culture.
So if you're looking for tight plots and fast-paced action, you'll want to look somewhere else. But if you're the kind of person who likes to wrap up sometimes in a gentle warm blanket of a beautiful show, I have five reasons you should give this one a try.
1. Oh, they're in love
Perhaps the most notable thing about Cheng Fengtai and Shang Xirui is that they spend the entire show smiling at one another, staring longingly at one another, and/or making each other laugh.
A lot of danmei couples depend on having at least one partner who, if not outright tsundere, is at least stoically long-suffering -- which is romantic, sure, but also exhausting in real life. These two read about as married as any danmei pair I've ever seen because they make one another smile all the time. They're incredibly touchy and affectionate from basically the moment they meet. They're not just in love, they actually like one another.
Now, don't get me wrong: These two are both absolute exhausting gremlins who deserve one another so they don't have to be anyone else's problems. But they're good-natured enough about their respective gremlin natures that when one of them lets loose with his rascality, the other tends to think it's hilarious.
They don't even have the mandated danmei breakup! They're never mad at one another for more than the length of an episode. Most of the time they're just refreshingly normal about one another (or, you know, about as normal as two drama queens can be). And when they're being not normal about one another, it's because the circumstances they are currently enduring are not normal either.
They're so in love that by the time you get to the last episode, everyone in their lives is like, gee, those two sure are in love. For the main couple in a Chinese-censored BL adaptation? That's pretty darn in love.
2. The costumes!!!
Of course I have to gush over the costumes. Several major characters are professional opera performers, and their wardrobes are just stunning in complexity and detail -- and accuracy, apparently.
But they're not even where all of the wardrobe budget went! Everyone looks great, from the dapper upper class to the household servants to the street performers.
I also can't get over how everyone looks so cozy in their winter outfits. The show really wants to hammer home how cold Beijing is, and so most non-opera clothes are either heavily quilted or furry. Not a single outfit in this show is slimming (except maybe for some of the gorgeous gowns Cheng Meixin wears). It's all about conserving body heat, which means a lot of people walk around basically wearing mildly tailored quilts all the time. I love it. I envy it.
3. Oops! All bottoms!
This is a show of very soft men. It helps that very many of them have spent their whole lives playing female roles, but even those that haven't tend to be pretty darn soft.
(And I'm not even talking about the way people keep handing Cheng Fengtai babies and he loves it.)
Du Luocheng and Shang Xirui are absolutely what happens when you get two soft gay guys who are kinda into one another, but they're both too lazy to top, so they just become best friends instead.
Fan Lian stands as a testament to how you can be the only heterosexual in the show and still be soft as hell.
The old married gays. Softness level: off the charts.
Chen Renxiang's role is that of the opera frenemy, and he's incredibly soft about it. (This actor is also apparently in the Sha Po Lang live-action adaptation! Maybe someday it will be released...)
Opera underling La Yuehong hardens up later in the show, but even when he does, there's still a tragic softness to it.
Even the baddies are soft! Pretty much all the rival opera bitches fall into the "love to hate" category -- and nearly all of them win at least some sympathy from you before they leave the story for good.
There's one more soft boy whose presence surprised me, and that is Xue Zhicheng/Kujo Kazuma, a sympathetic Japanese character. Every other Japanese character in the show is sinister somehow -- not surprising, considering the drama is set during the brutal Japanese occupation of Beiping/Beijing.
But this little guy is a gentle, well-meaning opera fan who just wants to watch his favorite performers! When his actions cause trouble, it's only because he's so well-meaning that he couldn't see how anyone could disapprove of his attempts at cross-cultural undertanding. He even comes to the rescue a few times, at significant personal cost!
Moreover, the show uses him to make it clear that there's a difference between the Japanese occupying force and Japanese people and culture. In fact, the show is pretty critical of people who conflate the two and use interest in the latter as evidence of support of the former. That is not a level of nuance I've seen from other dramas set in this time period, and I was pleased to see it.
In conclusion, the critial war shortage in 1930s Beijing was not food or medicine or ammunition, but tops.
4. A whole lotta ladies
Again, not even counting the fact that one of the two main guys, many of his buddies, all of his heroes, and several of the antagonists professionally dress as women.
The most notable of them is Cheng Fengtaiâs wife, Fan Xiang'er. They've been married for years by the time the show starts, and they have a son together. Theirs is an arranged marriage that they've managed to make work so well that they've actually wound up liking one another ... most of the time. Remember what I said earlier about his being exhausting? She knows that better than anyone.
(Sidebar: If you are uncomfortable with a love story where one of the participants is canonically married to someone else, this may be one you want to skip. That said, there are several male characters in this show who have multiple wives and/or mistresses, so the metric of what counts as infidelity in this setting is ... loose.)
Beyond her, though, there are many more female supporting characters in this show, from all different socioeconomic levels, in all different kinds of situations.
A caveat: Some of the women (one in particular) are at times frustrating as hell because they're too often written as jealous shrews who believe all the terrible gossip they hear and act on it without having actual adult conversations with anyone first. I dislike this trope, mostly because it relies on making some smart women artificially very stupid for the sake of forwarding the plot. I have little patience for situations that could have been solved five episodes ago if somebody had just been willing to ask clarifying questions.
That said, I can't be too mad about that, because there are many, many more women who are not written like that. Some of them are good and loyal! Some are sneaky and self-interested! Some are callous and manipulative! Some are meek and traumatized! Some make terrible decisions! Some make terrible decisions but, like, you get it! You know, just like in real life?
The answer to better representation is almost always more representation. When a character is the only one of whatever they are, everything they do is kind of an indictment of that category, especially when that category has a history of stereotypical negative representation. When there are several others, the characters stop being representatives of that category and start being just plain characters.
5. It just feels good to watch
Don't misunderstand: This is not a happy fun time show where everything in sunshine and roses all the way down. There are plenty of tense and emotional parts. Not everyone we like makes it out of the drama alive. Not all love stories get a happily ever after. People disappoint one another all the time. Awful things happen when soldiers occupy civilian populations. Poverty is a bitch.
But the show itself remains a nice viewing experience. It's absolutely a feast for the senses, what with all the music and costumes and sets and props and old-fashioned cars and everything.
The story is very straightforward. It's never trying to do any complex schemes or mislead you before some big reveal. I imagine this could be a good show to put on in the background while you're doing something else. You're never going to be too desperately confused about what's going on if you zone out for a minute -- and if you are, just hang on for a bit, because by next episode, it'll probably be onto whatever storyline comes next.
I have not read the novel, and I cannot judge anything against its standards. However, my friend who has read parts of the novel tells me that the adaptation is much preferable, because in the novel, you get to hear everyone's internal narration -- and everyone's internal narration makes it clear they're all bratty, insufferable assholes. That is not the case here! Or, rather, they are often bratty and/or insufferable, but from outside their heads, it's a lot more charming.
Finally, it's legitimately a very good love story. Shang Xirui is the only person in Cheng Fengtai's life who loves him for who he is, not what someone else needs him to be. Cheng Fengtai goes from being enraptured by this beautiful little weirdo to basically wanting to wife him. They spend a lot of time taking care of one another, sometimes in the only ways they know how. They're capable of operating independently -- there are several episodes where their storylines diverge completely -- but they'd prefer not to. They've just each found their soulmate, and that's all there is to it. (The red thumbprint in the palm is about the most romantic thing I've ever seen.)
I'm a little surprised by how little I hear English-speaking fandom talk about this one, especially since (see below) it's a widely available, high-budget show that even has a Shang Xirui figurine, and there's no question about how in gay love these two are. But if you hop over to AO3, there's only 257 works total in the Winter Begonia tag, a scant 57 of which are in English, and if you've tried looking into the Winter Begonia tag on Tumblr, you know it's pretty quiet 'round here.
I can't be sure, but I'd assume that's partly because this is both a) a relatively low-stakes drama, and b) so enmeshed with actual historical events and concepts that you'd have to do at least a baseline amount of research before making any fan media. I would imagine that for some folk, this is a barrier to entry.
And it is 49 slow, gentle episodes long. I saw Tumblr posts asking which episodes are important, because the posters don't want to or can't commit to watching the whole thing. But the answer is ... all of them? none of them? There's no plot you'd be getting or missing with specific episodes. There are very few things I can think of that would even qualify as spoilers. It's just a walk through a couple very eventful years in the main pair's lives. I understand if folk aren't up for that, but if you are, this is really a gem.
Have I convinced you to give it a try?
I would say that Winter Begonia is perhaps the most easily watchable of any c-drama I've come across. Here's where you can find it:
iQiyi
Viki
Amazon Prime
YouTube
We watched most of it on YouTube, where the subs were perfectly fine. However, there was one episode where we had to switch platforms because the English subs were all out of synch, so we went to Amazon and they were fine there too. Other than that, I don't really have a sense of which translation experience is the best. Try them all!
(PS: If you feel like putting on a tinfoil hat, I'm just going to say, they look at one another like that in real life, too.)
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Favourite tim drake recs? :0
Assuming you mean fanfic recs, I've got probably the most for him and this is long, so it's going under the cut;
This is genuinely one of my favorites, it's set post-Red Robin, and deals with Tim's vigilante stalking habits, his family finding out, Cass realizing there's no photos of Tim, them setting out to take/find some of him (a much harder feat than you'd think) and finally, Tim seeing the photos. It's amazing and sweet, and I can't recommend it enough. (I especially like the Bruce & Tim and Tim & Damian in this)
This is by the same author, also set post-Red Robin. This is Damian and Tim focused, Damian POV, in which Damian sees Bruce's contingency plans for him and the rest of the family, and with nobody else to turn to, runs for Tim. Canon divergent in the way Bruce doesn't have a contingency for his children, neither does Tim for his team, or them for him, but it kinda makes sense in this setting. Their interactions are amazing here, and seems so real.
In this, Tim gets a tonsillectomy. An elaboration in the form of a long fic. A must-read, I feel. It's funny and has so many feels and such good characterization.
!!! Can't believe I almost forgot about this one! Tim is Bruce's assistant, not son, and never became a vigilante. He's incredibly overworked, but no less dedicated to the Waynes. It's heartwrenching and sweet and funny andâwords can't do it justice. It's a must read. The Al Ghuls make a cameo but Tim knows how to deal with them. Tim's deeply sad but next to nobody knows and those that do just accept it (including him). Kon is the MVP. Cass. Damian and Tim have an odd bond built of mutual respect and disdain for everyone around them. Luthor tries to recruit Tim every year and fails.
This is funny and amazingâTim lands in a universe where he's technically considered a drug addict, since coffee is a drug and in the regular universe everyone drinks it.
The YJ fic Ever. I've recced this at least three times, and I will continue to. It's amazing characterization all aroundâboth YJ and batfamâand genuinely is so fun. I love everyone in this. When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe. Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin. Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.
This is Tim & DamianâTim gets his overprotective big brother moment :) love love LOVE the way everyone is written here.
This is short and hilariousâTim has amnesia after a head wound (can only remember back to his YJ days) and tries to bullshit his way out of anyone noticing. He might have succeeded if not for Cass.
This is a time loop fic, switching POVs. Tim's stuck in a time loop in which Jason always dies. The loop before the one this was set in, he accidentally kills Damian out of stress and too-fast reflexes. He breaks down when he sees Damian again, the whole thing unravels, and they resolve to help him out of it.
THIS SERIES MAKES ME FERAL. Jack, Tim and sometimes Dana, set when Jack made Tim quit from Robin. Horror-type elements and beautifully poetic, but centered around Jack's POV of the son he realizes he doesn't know, and him realizing he may be a shit dad. Dana's the best stepmom ever, and Tim's far nicer to her than he is Jack. This is the first work, in which Jack tries and fails to understand this Tim, and realizes that this Tim is Robin, not Tim. This is the second (and last) work in the series, in which Tim hasn't fully quit the lifestyle even though he's not going out as Robin, but Jack has no proof he hasn't. Just a hunch and a few odd occurrences that us, the readers, who are familiar with Tim's hero life will find obvious, but Jack does not. Dana makes Tim happier, more Tim than Tim-Robin, than Jack does, and Jack hates it. Near the end, he starts calling Tim Robin, not Tim. I LOVE it. Even if you hate Jack (like I do) you need to read this, for the Tim characterization if nothing else. Outsider POV, except he shouldn't be an outsider. But he is.
This is so fucking funny. Tim gets a matching tattoo with Kon, and hides it from Bruce. When Bruceâand the rest of his familyâfind out, all goes to hell.
Remember when I said the Jack and Tim series was only slightly horror? This is horror. Bruce's got a habit of picking up monsters, and this one is about Tim. If you're sensitive to horror, please read the tags and maybe avoid it, because this is delightful but not for everyone.
In this, Tim becomes an unintentional sugar daddy to the caped community. It's a bit iffy in some places, but hilarious.
This is Dick and Tim (surprised it took me this long to rec one with them as the main focus tbh) and it's Dick checking up on his little brother. Pure fluff, and genuinely amazing.
This is Tim & Bruce but also Tim & Tam in some places. Bruce forgets Tim is the majority shareholder for WE and is thus invited to shareholder meetings, Tim finds this very amusing and is generally a menace. You can FEEL the teenager in this Tim. Amazing.
Tim's de-aged to a kid in this, and re-meets his family. Fluff and feels ensue.
This is Bruce and Tim. Bruce isn't prepared for his newest Robin's neuroses.
This has Tim & Cassie meeting at an archaeologist event as kids and having to fight a monster thing :) it's cute
GODDD this fic? This fic ruined me. Beautiful Tim characterization, a gorgeous look at Bruce and how much he fucks up despite caring, and Dick being a stressed but amazing big brother with gorgeous writing. I love their brotherly affections here, and Tim's weird neuroses being shown here. Tim & Bruce is how it starts, and it's very much centered around their relationship, but it tapers off into Dick & Tim, which I'm not complaining about. Kon (and Bart!) makes a cameo and is an amazing friend. Can't rec this enough. If you read none of the other fics, please read this one.
This is Dick and Tim again. Dick forces Tim to go undercover with him to an Elvis convention in a thinly veiled attempt to spend time with the brother who he doesn't think knows how much he loves him. It's set in Tim's POV, though, so until Dick says this, Tim doesn't know. Hilarious and short.
This is Dick and Tim (who's surprised? Nobody) where Dick goes to Robin!Tim's science fair because Tim mentioned it and well, nobody else was going. Short and sweet.
This deals with the batfam finding out about the shitshow that was Tim's BruceQuest. If you're a stickler for canon I'd recommend you skip this one, but if not, it's a great read.
This is Dick and Tim again, and it's amazing. Tim's alone on Christmas Eve. Dick finds out, and does something about it. It's Robin!Tim, so this is Dick, Babs and Tim. This author is amazing at writing their interactions, plus inside Dick's head is a tricky place to write and they nail it perfectly. Mostly Dick & Tim, but since he invites Tim to Babs' holiday party, Babs makes a good number of cameos.
This is Tim talking a jumper off the ledge while Damian watches. Then they talk about it. Tim from Damian's POV is always interesting, but this especially is amazing.
This is a core four fic, Tim's POV! Pure humor. Tim finds a dildo in the dishwasher and he drags them for a team meeting so he can sus out whose it is.
I've recced this before, I think, but I'll do it again. Red Robin canon divergence fic in which Bruce is actually dead, and Tim calls Dick to tell him he thinks he may have been wrong. Dick's POV, short, but the emotion in this is outstanding.
In this fic, Damian has trouble with the transition from Dick's Batman to Bruce's Batman. Tim, who's also had both, is surprisingly helpful. This has so many Tim and Damian feels that I'm literally bursting at the seams. Melancholy, camaraderie, and all the good stuff. Damian's POV, and since he sucks at so much as guessing at what's going on in Tim's head, it's all the more great.
This is Dick and Tim, a soft Christmastime fic.
This is Bruce and Tim. Bruce and Tim have a sort-of game that started when Tim was thirteen. Initially, it was Tim stealing sips (or occasionally whole mugs) of Bruceâs coffee, back when he was too young for Alfred to allow him to drink it. Now, though, Bruce is getting his own back, and steals Timâs coffee when he can. Sweet and fluffy.
Here, Tim gets a headwound and only remembers back to his Robin days, and forgets to be awkward around Dick and Damian. Tugs at the heartstrings. Dick's reminded of how much he misses this Tim.
This is really funny. Remember that time during the YJ days where the adult heroes were de-aged and the kid ones grew to be adults? Tim didn't reach six foot. In this, he's mocked ruthlessly for it.
Here, Tim goes to high school again after dropping out :) it's core four and hilarious
In this, Tim accidentally kills his dad in self defenseâor rather, thinks he does, Jack's still alive but he doesn't know that until Dick shows upâand scrambles to call Dick. He calls Jason instead. Dick eventually gets called and shows up, and the brotherly feels in this are amazing. Tim's in shock for a good portion of it, and it's his POV, so you've got to piece some stuff together. Bad dad Jack, as in worse than canon bad dad Jack. Tugs on the heartstrings, and have I said I love Dick in this? Because I do. Bruce shows up near the end, and to everyone's surprise, doesn't absolutely fuck things up and/or fail as a parent.
Here, Tim is sick and alone. Dick, after not hearing from Tim at all for three days, goes to his apartment, finds him sick, and takes care of him. Eventually he gets dragged to the Manor for some actual r&r. It's sweet, and this writer has an amazing way with words and an intriguing flow.
In this, Bruce knows Tim. They have a routine, have habits, they know each other. This is so so touching, and I love it so much.
Here, Tim and Steph give Bruce a headache. It's amazing.
I..can't even begin to describe this. Bruce is fresh from the timeline, and this is a sort of introspection/character study type thing about him and Tim and how Tim's changed. Mostly, though? Mostly, Bruce just gives his son a hug.
Here, Kon is Tim's work husband. Bruce suffers. Pure fluff and humor, with a touch of feels.
Here, Bruce takes Tim to get his wisdom teeth out. They're both worried, but together, they're alright. Tim cries while doped up on the drugs. He cries a lot.
Here, 90's!Tim Drake wakes up in his Red Robin body. Exhausted from a YJ mission, he chooses to focus on getting through a normal day so as not to disrupt things for his future self. But, y'know, his way. Hilarious and so in-character, if exaggerated for comedy.
This is Tim and DamianâDamian gets hit with truth serum on patrol, and a pissed off Tim has to come and get him. Damian resolves to not tell Tim he's been hit with truth serum. They get closer as a result. Love their dynamic in this.
This is core four again, but just general teenager superhero chaos. Can't rec it enough
Here, Tim tries to build a LEGO Gotham, but his family just can't leave itâor himâalone. He calls a family meeting to tell them to knock it off, and they do not. Fluff and humor.
Here, Tim has appendicitis and gets his appendix removed. The best mix of fluff, feels, and good old complicated family dynamics ever
In this, Bruce tries to navigate giving affection to his odd son, Tim. Touching and funny.
This is Tim and DamianâDamian crashes on Tim's bed in the Watchtower when injured, Tim finds him. They talk, and maybe bond a bit, even though they'd never admit it.
Here, Bruce hugs Tim. Really nothing else to it.
Another fic where Tim wakes up with amnesia and pretends to know his family so he's not rude. He's found out when he correctly deduces Bruce is his dad, but makes the mistake of calling Bruce dad.
This is Dick and Tim again. Tim gets de-aged into a six-month-old, and Dick takes care of him. Soft and so so sweet.
In this, Tim's trying to work in his apartment when his siblings keep showing up to distract him and get him to take a break. It's sweet of them, if very annoying.
This is Bruce and Tim. Tim's injured and lying in bed, Bruce gets him takeout. Feels fuzzy and just...good. You've got to read it to know what I'm talking about, no summary does it justice.
Here, Damian tries to make amends with Tim. He does it very oddly though, so Tim thinks he has a crush on him, and avoids him all the more for it because ew-gross-ew-ew.
In this, Tim gets his teeth knocked out and grabs Dick as a mediator so he tells Bruce. Short and funny-sweet. You can tell this is in Tim's Robin run, due to all the little hints dropped.
This is Tim and Kon, funny and nonsensical. Tim calls Kon in the early hours of the morning, drunk. Kon thinks he deserves sainthood for this.
In this, Tim has road rage and most of his family find that out in the most hilarious way possible.
Bruce and Timâa test sort of fic? Interesting, definitely.
This is timkon, Tim has memory loss and is amazed by Kon all over again.
Core four go to a gala :)
This is Dick and Tim, Tim breaks into Dick's house, accidentally interrupts his nap, tries to leave out of guilt, and gets wrangled into hugs. So so soft and so so sweet.
Another de-aged Tim fic, but this time with six year old Tim and Bruce taking care of him. This is so melancholy and...ugh. I love them.
Here, Tim and Dick are thrown into an alternate universe and have to try and get back with no other support system and no way out. They meet this world's version of Bruce and Alfred, though.
CEO Tim, and hates it. He makes that Luthor's problem.
Timkon, in which Tim plans all his dates VIA corkboard and Kon is so attracted to that.
CEO Tim (again), except he's still a teenager and people end up thinking he's a communist. This is short and hilarious all the way through. Also, Bruce is there.
This is The kid!Tim fic ever. Tim, having found a weird hole after a storm, decides to go exploring ignoring the fact that This Is Gotham and They Probably Have Cursed Stuff Down There.Luckily, it was just a cave system that spans the entire Gotham underground. Unluckily, Tim is a very curious child. Tim's a sorta eldritch being at the end?? Amazing, 100 would recommend.
In this, Tim finds out he isn't his parents' biological son. This changes everything. This changes nothing. Can't say anything else without spoiling, but I can't rec it enough.
In this fic, Bruce is back in time in Drake Manor, and meets baby Tim. It's like you're frozen in time, and all that matters is Bruce and his infant not-yet-son.
Here, Kon and Tim date. Tim's a cryptid stalker that refuses to be photographed, Dick is a big brother that loves his little brother, and it's cute.
Sorry it took me so long to compile this list anon, happy reading!
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hii could u do more hyuka pieces where theyre bffs and the reader isnt aware of his feelings/ cute confession stuff? hehe i love reading those slight angst + fluff pices :33 ty tyy
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Pairing: bff! Huening Kai Ă Reader
Genre: fluff, romance, friends to lovers, slight angst if you squint, attempt at comedy/crack (?)
Word count: 0.94 k
A/N: thank you so so much for being my first request, whoever you are dear nonnie!! May your life be filled with love and happiness and may all your dreams come true ahh (sorry if I come off as a bit too excited hehe), and feel free to request more in the future if you want to! I hope this matches your expectations <33
Taglist: @babymochibeargyu (feel free to leave an ask/DM me to be added!)
You have been friends with Hyuka since elementary school. Maturing was difficult for both of you, but, despite being in numerous different friend groups and developing opposite interests, you stayed by each other's side through all these years.
Year by year, your bond grew only stronger. Both of you have gone through many hardships during the time, but it only drew you closer. You deemed each other as your comfort person. It really was true: you could vent and tell all your worries to Kai, just as he could do the same.
But, most importantly, you shared your happy moments, too. It was safe to say you two made what people call true friendship.
Or, so you thought it was only a friendship. Hyuka, unbeknownst to you, developed feelings far stronger and more intimate to be considered as just a friend's. A little crush he had on you in elementary now turned into something much bigger.
In Kai's eyes you were a perfect friend, a perfect person, everything he could ever dream of. But, would you feel the same way? The thought always was in the back of Huening's brain. And he, as any lover, wasn't so sure about this. The poor boy definitely didn't want to lose your friendship, but he couldn't completely shut down and bottle up his feelings, either. Especially since you didn't have a partner and, maybe, just maybe, you would feel the same way? Hyuka, despite his attempts to be realistic, always held that tiny hope.
What could be a better way to test the waters than try and gift you something? Of course, as your dear best friend, he would frequently make you presents for special occasions, but he hoped that a little extra gift here and there wouldn't hurt.
A pack of your favourite candies, a new set of pens since he always knew you lose yours, your favourite snack when you would feel down - such little gifts soon turned into another part of your friendship. You weren't completely oblivious to it, but Hyuka always was such a gentle and caring friend, there obviously were no other motives except his sweet and kind nature, or so you thought.
At first, Kai was even glad that you didn't catch on the reason for his gifts. But, as time went by, he couldn't help but wonder, were you really so clueless or was it your way of telling him you're not interested?
Well, you definitely were a little oblivious, even in Hyuka's opinion. You both were rather air-headed, so he couldn't blame you for the trait he himself possessed.
If not for you absent-mindedness, would you get to experience the fun of running as fast as you could to not get late to class since someone forgot to turn on their alarm or mixed the time, or doing the homework 5 minutes before the start of the class because someone was too busy dreaming in class to listen to the teacher?
You definitely would miss many hilarious and ridiculous moments if you both, or at least one out of you, were, or was, a bit more collected. In the end of the day, this is also something that drew you closer.
Hyuka now was in a quite difficult situation, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh at your obliviousness.
As the optimist he was, Huening tried his best to not lose hope and to do something useful instead. Since you were so clueless to gifts, Hyuka, gathering all his courage, decided to actually tell you about his feelings.
The next day, Kai dressed up and prepared some flowers specially for you. You both agreed to meet up at your usual spot. As Hyuka was wiping his sweaty hands with a handkerchief for the millionth time since his arrival, he finally saw you approaching.
Walking closer, you noticed the flowers, but the thought that these were for you never even crossed your mind. What a truly clueless creature you were...
Once you got close enough, Kai got up from the bench, stuffing the wet handkerchief in one of the pockets.
"Hi, Y/N...", his usually cheerful voice now sounded a bit quieter, carrying a certain amount of nervousness.
"Hii, Kai!!", you greeted back, happy to see him. But then something finally clicked in your head, making you realize the presence of the flowers and nervousness that was hanging in the air.
Your smile dropped, a hint of worry visible on your face. "Hey, Hyuka, did something happen? Did you have a bad date? Why do you look so out of the ordinary??"
Your sudden outburst of questions made the poor guy raise an eyebrow. "Sorry, what?" Kai looked so confused.
"Well, you've got these flowers and you look a bit upset, I thought maybe you had a date with someone (why wouldn't you tell me, though?) that didn't end well..."
"What!? Oh my, how could you even think of that," your explanation made Hyuka burst into uncontrollable laughter. "I wanted to confess to you, you silly clueless thing."
"What??" Now it was your turn to ask the question, your lips immediately parting in surprise. "Oh, as in..."
"As in I love you, silly."
It took you a good minute to process this new information; after realizing your mistake, you couldn't help but let out a giggle as well. "I actually love you, too. But how have I never noticed you feel the same way..."
"How have you noticed anything at all, that is the question", Kai chuckled, finally gifting you the flowers you initially thought were from a failed date.
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