#like what do you mean you didn’t get married and instantly quit your job to rear 20 kids on a farm?

[gojo-enthusiast]

Jealous Ass Bitch ~ Toji Fushiguro One Shot

Master List <3

Word count: 800

Slight smut, 18+, MDI, Fluff, vulgar Toji bc when is he not, strong language.

“Fuccckkk I am in the worst fucking mood EVER!” You huff out, slamming the front door, kicking your shoes off. “Wow doll, what’s up with the language?” The big broad, vulgar speaking boyfriend of yours asks, with a lifted brow. “Says the one with the most foul language known to man.” You roll your eyes, plopping on the couch. Usually when you come home, even after a long day, you give your boyfriend Toji a kiss, and instantly lay with him on the couch, before you both go and take a shower to wash off the day.

Your boyfriend was a gangster, of course he would never tell you that. But the wounds on his knuckles and the way he came home with stitches on his arm told you otherwise.

“Hey, whatcha sittin’ so far away for?” He says, standing up, to walk over to you. “I’m not in the mood today.” You sigh. “What’s wrong big baby?” He teases, sitting down on the ground, grabbing your feet. You instantly try to pull them away saying— “No Toji, I’m sure they smell. I’ve been working all day.” You pout. “I have fucked ya on ya period, I’m not worried about stinky feet.” He chuckles, grabbing your feet, and starts massaging them. “So what happened pretty princess.” He looks up with those forest green eyes. You finally begin to tell him. You told him how the girl who works under you was calling you a liar, saying that Toji wasn’t really your boyfriend, you had never brought him by the office, so everyone thought he was someone you just said was your boyfriend so people would be off your back about marriage and stuff. You go on, telling him how you showed a picture to the girl, and she said he was to good looking for you, that she doubts that’s even your boyfriend. It ended up with you calling her a bitch, and telling her to quit being a “jealous ass bitch.” Which ended up getting you written up. Of course your boss understood your POV, but he said, “you just can’t call people a jealous ass bitch. It simply is unprofessional and disrespectful.”

“Sounds like a bitch.” Toji says, agreeing with you. “Yeah! That’s what I’m saying! Ugh! I mean I know I’m not the hottest, but I do deserve you.” You sigh, “hey Doll, of course you do. it’s me who doesn’t deserve you. You’re the hottest girl I’ve seen, and with the tightest pussy I’ve had.” He winks— “Ahhh Toji you’re so gross!” You laugh, he starts tickling your feet, moving up your legs, to your face, kissing you. “My pretty little girl.” He smiles. “Should I come by your job and fuck you right in front of her?” He smirks, “Toji! You’re so vulgar!” You laugh.

Well 3 days later, your gorgeous raven haired boyfriend does show up to your job, your favorite flowers in his hand, a bouquet, and a paper bag in his other. “Hey doll.” He says, leaning in kissing you. “To- what are you doing here?” You say chuckling to yourself. “I can’t bring my princess flowers and a gift?” He questions, “of course you can.” You smile.

“Hello! I’m Marie, you must be Toji! I didn’t know y/n had such a lovely looking friend.” The jealous ass bitch says. “Friend? I wouldn’t say the woman I fuck daily is my friend. I’d probably say my wife though.” He says with a smirk. “Oh— I didn’t know you were married Miss. Y/N!” She chuckles. “I’m not yet-“ you start to say, “Will be soon, ready to put a baby in this fine ass woman.” He smirks, kissing your lips and gripping your ass. “Just came by to show you that I’m very much real.” He whispers to the young girl.

“Princess I put some of your favorite snacks in the bag, and a little something to change into before you walk in the door tonight. You better be ready.” He says low enough for you to hear, but loud enough for Marie to hear. “Oh—“ your breathe hitches,

“I’ll see ya later sweet cheeks.” He smooches your cheek, “I’ll see ya later jealous ass bitch.” He smirks at Marie. She had her mouth wide open, covering her mouth and face in embarrassment. She sits at her desk, and for the rest of her time there she doesn’t mutter a word to you.

“Y/n HR wants to speak with you.” Your boss says at the end of the day. “no they don’t, because I fucking quit.” You say, slipping out the chair, grabbing your stuff, and going home to the man who’s about to help you celebrate your departure from the dead end job he’s been telling you to quit for months.

[azelmawrites]

Thinking of historical yandere hange hours

tw: noncon, rape, religious themes.

historical yandere Hange, oh lord been a HOT MINUTE since I heard that omg I miss you.

okay so someone recently requested a Hange angst and I was writing it but I was thinking of like canon Hange, yk what we call a “Historical Hange” so I was thinking about like different scenarios and dynamics and I got obsessed about the dynamic of commander Hange x Tailor darling.

like your job is to size the new recruits and make their uniforms. You’re just really helping your dad who work as a tailor for the military. Which is nice because the job is predictable and you don’t really have to deal with rude people or flirts because all the new recruits are weighed down with the thoughts of war and what’s behind the walls. It was all nice till commander Smith died and Commander Zoe got put in charge, and my god do they have a lot to say about the uniform.

You don’t particularly like the new commander because you liked your routine and the person breaking that routine is the new commander. You also can’t help but worry about your dad, he is older and the stamina and eyes he had 50 years ago aren’t the same as now. So you manage to convince him to go home earlier to rest, and you would stay at the shop to finish up. He agrees, reluctantly and only because commander Zoe offers to walk you home every night. Because it’s late and a pretty woman like you shouldn’t be walking home alone at night, who knows what kind of sicks thoughts people get when they look at you?

While you don’t really like the new commander. They seem so fond of you, and they make it clear because by week 1 they tell you that pretty ladies like you are the reason they even fight foe this country and by week 2 they always complain about your fiancé-to-be and how he’s not good enough and that “do you really want to spend the rest of your life as the wife of a baker?” and by week 3 it is the new cycle of “if you smile like me at that…I can’t help but have some feelings for you” and just almost a bit after a month you notice they find any way to touch you, whether it is slightly brushing your hands or by them telling you they will show you what they mean they want in the new design. “I want support here and there” they say gripping right under your bust and on your waistline tightly while breathing hard.

It’s week six that is a nightmare. because by week six after you finish coming up with a good design and starting to mass produce. Hange is panicking because you haven’t broken off your engagement with the baker’s son. and you told them you will quit after you get married and let your younger brother hold the reins for the family business. They don’t know what came up over them, but Hange was desperate and anxious that they wouldn’t see you again and some other unworthy piece of shit would take you and your virtue and your beauty.

you are working late, because you want to get this over with quickly. Commander Zoe enters the workshop and you don’t even acknowledge them, and this makes something switch in their head and decide to take you to themselves right then and there, on your workstation. Your virginity blood leaking on the black fabric of the new uniforms. You are crying and try to push them away. But really what do your weak hands have against the strong hands of a commander?

Hange got what they wanted because you break off the engagement, while you would never tell anyone that you are no longer pure you also didn’t want your husband to know that and spread a scandal. It’s best to cut it at the beginning.

while this feels like a nightmare, the true nightmare is when you notice your period didn’t come for a while now. Hange is ecstatic when you come to them and tell them that they have to marry you because the last thing you want your tired father to know is his daughter is going to have a baby out of wedlock.

commander zoe doesn’t even need to be convinced, they agree instantly.

[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 66

And we are back to our regularly scheduled programming! (okay not really all that regular, but you get what I mean haha).

Chapter 66

We all exited the palace and headed into town together. Shingen kept an arm around my waist as we walked into town. Decorations were strung up everywhere, shops were open with all kinds of crafts, even some special ones that were made as special tokens to welcome Shingen home.

Of course, what really caught my attention was the delicious aromas wafting through the air from the various food stalls. But I kept myself quiet. This day was about Shingen and I wanted him to enjoy it.

“The town went all out for you, my lord.” Yuto told Shingen.

“I can see that.” Shingen replied, smiling as he took everything in. I could tell he was genuinely happy to be back in Kai and it seemed like quite the warm welcome from his people. Those beautiful gray eyes soon came to me. “What would you like to see first, my love?”

“I’m fine with wherever you want to start.” I replied. “This is all for you, you know.”

Shingen chuckled and kissed me on the forehead. “It is also to welcome YOU to Kai as well.” He told me. 

“Oh, come on, there has to be something you were really looking forward to about coming back to Kai.” I replied.

Shingen grinned at me. “There is something…and I have a feeling you will enjoy it too.” He said, kissing the tip of my nose.

The next thing I knew, we were at one of the food stalls, getting several orders of some sweets that were exclusive to Kai. The cook behind the shop smiled as he handed Shingen the treats. “I made this order just the way you like them, my lord. With extra sweet sticky syrup.”

Shingen smiled. “Thank you.”

“And do you have any special requests, my lady?” The cook asked me. “I remember when my wife was expecting our first. She had some of the strangest cravings.”

I shook my head. “No, thank you. As of right now, I just want food…and lots of sweets.”

The cook laughed. “Well, you are carrying Lord Shingen’s child. So that’s no surprise.”

We chatted a few more moments before we were taking our food and going to sit down on some benches. “You should be sure not to eat too much of those.” Mom told me as we all sat down. “You know too much sugar is bad for the baby.”

I pouted. “But it’s so good…and sweets are kind of all I’ve been craving.”

“That’s definitely Lord Shingen’s fault.” Yukimura said. “If I didn’t stop him, he’d eat nothing but sweets for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all the snacks in between.”

I giggled. “Hey, I make sure he gets balanced meals too, you know.” I said, picking up one of the sticky treats and popping it in my mouth, the sweet flavor instantly hitting my tongue and spreading through my mouth. “Mmm…” I hummed in contentment as I ate.

“Don’t act like you don’t have a sweet tooth yourself, Ava.” Mom said. “I seem to recall having to fight with you about your breakfast choices in the mornings growing up.”

“You worry too much, my girl.” Oba-san told Mom. 

“And you spoiled her too much.” Mom countered.

“That’s my job as the grandmother. I get to spoil and then give her back. Something you’ll come to enjoy here soon.” Oba-san replied with a smug grin.

“That is true.” Mom replied. She then looked at me. “You’ll finally get to know what it’s like to argue with a miniature version of yourself.”

I laughed. “What if the baby is a miniature version of Shingen? I mean besides the fact that he’d be super cute that way…”

Shingen chuckled. “Well, it’s good for us that I was a good boy then.” He said, caressing my hair.

“Most of the time. You had your moments.” Yuto countered. “You could be quite stubborn when you wanted to be.”

“I wasn’t that bad.” Shingen replied.

It was then that something new occurred to me. “Wait, Yuto, you were involved in Shingen’s upbringing?”

Yuto nodded. “Yes, my late wife was his wetnurse and I helped with his training and such.”

Shingen looked at me. “Are you thinking what I think you are, my love?”

I nodded. “Yes.” I then turned back to Yuto. “So, you would have all kinds of stories about him, right?”

“Oh, yes I could tell you anything you wanted to know.” Yuto replied.

“I don’t think that’s really needed, my love…” Shingen tried to protest.

“Oh, yes it is. Oba-san shared with you my embarrassing stories…and pictures…I wanna hear yours.” I replied.

Yuto chuckled. “Ah, you want to know the things my lord would prefer no one know?”

I nodded. “Pretty much yes.”

“I will be sure to regale you with such tales later. I promise.” Yuto replied.

“Aren’t you supposed to be my vassal?” Shingen teased.

Yuto grinned. “I am. But that also means your wife is now my lady and I serve her as well. Not to mention she is my step-daughter. I want her to like me afterall.”

I laughed. “Haha! Looks like I’ve won.” I then looked over at Mom. “Thanks for marrying him.”

Mom laughed. “You’re welcome…I think.”

“I’m in for trouble.” Shingen said with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry my lord, I will share the embarrassing stories with Ava and only stories that paint you in the best light with my wife.”

I couldn’t help but to giggle. Soon after finishing the sweets, we all began wandering around the festival. Our group slowly dwindled down until it was me and Shingen and my mom and Yuto. Oba-san had gone off on her own and then Yukimura and Saki had left to spend some time alone.

Shingen showed me around the town, showing me his favorite places around. Though he seemed to make sure that every place he showed me would interest me in some way. He also made sure to take me by the fabric merchant in town.

Kana and Yuto…

Kana walked beside Yuto, holding his hand as they made their way through the festival following her daughter and Shingen. She watched Ava and Shingen. This was Ava’s first day in Kai and she had wanted to know everything Shingen loved about the town. Yet she couldn’t help but to notice that Shingen was being sure to show Ava things that related to her interests.

He also seemed to make sure they took frequent breaks to ensure Ava had plenty of food to eat and plenty to drink. He made sure she sat down and rested as she needed to. As much as she didn’t want to trust Shingen…all signs pointed to the fact that Shingen really did love Ava and was dedicated to her.

She also noticed the way the women of the town looked at Shingen. There were lots of admiring looks. Not that Kana could really blame the women. Even she had to admit her son-in-law was a handsome man. Though what really caught her attention was that Shingen paid no attention to these other women and the longing looks they were giving him. He did seem to really only have eyes for Ava.

“They are rather sweet together.” Yuto spoke to her in a low voice, a warm smile on his face. “I haven’t seen my lord this happy in many years.”

“I will admit…he does seem to really care for her. And Ava does seem to be happy.” Kana admitted.

“I can tell you, I’ve known Lord Shingen since he was a boy. He’s never looked at a woman the way he looks at Ava.” Yuto told his wife. 

“I’m still not sure I can trust  him with her heart just yet…”

“Whether you trust him with her heart or not, doesn’t matter. She clearly has already trusted her heart to him.” Yuto replied. “Not to mention he is the father of your grandchild.”

Kana sighed. “I know. I just can’t help but to worry. She is my daughter after all…and until I clearly had terrible taste in men…and the rate Ava was going, she was on the same path as me.”

“But look at her face.” Yuto replied.

Kana looked at her daughter, seeing the genuine smile on her face. They were currently pursuing over some tea sets and other wares at one of the shops in town. She noticed Ava’s eyes lingering over certain things. Shingen’s eyes were on Ava, taking in everything she did.

“Would you like one of these tea sets, my love?” Shingen asked Ava.

“No. I just think they’re pretty and admire the craftsmanship.”

Kana knew her daughter. That was her way of trying to pass it off. She wanted one of those tea sets. She always denied wanting anything for herself. Kana made a mental note to come back and purchase one of the tea sets.

Of course that was when she noticed Shingen. When Ava’s back was turned, he discretely called the attention of the shopkeeper and passed him some money. The shopkeeper was then packing away the set Ava had been admiring. Kana noticed this was a pattern that occurred in several shops.

She looked to Yuto. “Is he doing what I think he’s doing?” She asked.

Yuto nodded. “Yes. One of the vassals will be along to pick them up later.”

“What are you two whispering about back there?” Ava asked, turning to look at her mother over her shoulder.

Kana smiled at her daughter. “Just thinking that that food stall over there smells good.”

“It does smell good.” Ava agreed.

The group headed over to get something to eat then and set down. “I’m glad we’re sitting down. My feet and ankles are starting to hurt a little.”

“Are they? We can’t have that.” Shingen said. He was then reaching for Ava’s feet and pulling them up into his lap. He removed her sandals and began to rub her feet and ankles.

Ava’s cheeks were glowing bright red. “Shingen…you don’t have to do that right out here.”

Shingen smiled at Ava. “I just want to take care of my goddess.”

The rest of the time at the festival was spent in a similar manner. By the time the festival was coming to a close and they were heading back to the castle, Ava was saying that her feet and ankles were hurting again. Shingen picked her up and carried her to the castle. 

Kana felt her heart warming at the sight. Ava had a genuine smile on her face…and it seemed it was all because of Shingen. It seemed perhaps, Ava had really found true love. It appeared Ava had chosen better than she had when she’d met Ava’s father. It appeared Shingen was a good man.

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[aajjks]

DHP!JK

hi baby 💕

missed me? i bet you did

come and see me

i miss you

i know you see this. text me back 🥺

now

been meaning to tell you this but i love you. i’m so in love that it fucking hurts and nobody will ever love you like i can. they don’t understand you like i do. they don’t get you like i do

we’re alike you and i. i’m the yin to your yang.

you know that

i know that you know but is it selfish that i don’t really care? you fucked around too so don’t be a hypocrite about it

i love you, kookie

jungkook reads over the texts and they get more unhinged as more pour in. ‘the yin to your yang,’ ‘nobody will ever love you like i can,’ they’re all insane. jungkook wants to call the number and call her every degrading name he can think of but he decides against it and blocks sarang’s number. he’s sure she’ll find another way to reach out to him but he’s focused on something much bigger than his little ‘stalker.’

to distract himself from your absence, he goes to the nursery they’ve finally got together and works on the finishing touches in the room. hanging on the wall is the baby’s name in hangul. jeon junseo (전준서), meaning auspicious, was the perfect name for the little bundle of joy growing inside you. each day jungkook gets more anxious to meet his little twin but when the news reaches a certain someone, the mere thought of you carrying and having something they’ve always wanted puts a bitter taste in their mouth.

~🫧

happy birthday alina!!! you are such a sweet person and i’m so thankful for you. wishing you a happy 20th princess!! woohooo!! 🎂🎉

Being in the nursery of his child, it really brings him a sense of peace that he only finds with you. Her messages were unhinged and crazy, but he doesn’t really give a fuck about her.

He’s so excited for the arrival of his little bundle of joy, but at the same time he gets anxious because now along with you, he has someone else to lose and just a thought of losing any one of you makes him go crazy

He knows that you’re still hanging out with your sister, but he feels like this house will eat him away if you don’t come home right now

It’s OK you deserve to hang out with your family, but it’s just so hard for him, maybe advising your sister to talk to you wasn’t really the best idea but it’s done now

And if it makes you happy, he would do anything for you even if it hurts him physically emotionally or mentally

You are his happiness and no one else matters. No one but you and his baby.

He would do anything for the both of you, even if it means killing again, he would do it in a heartbeat.

Hours pass by, and he’s done with the nursery and he thinks that you’re gonna be really happy when you come home and see it finished and ready

You’re gonna get married to him and everything’s gonna work out, you will have your baby and live your happily ever after with him.. jungkook exits the nursery and starts pacing around the living room

She’s not the yin to his Yang. you are.

No one can love him more than you and you have proved it, she’s just bluffing, because she’s a crazy bitch.

You’re the only one who understands him you’re the only one who hasn’t judged him for what he did because even you know that he did it for you. He did it for love.

You wanted to leave him, but you didn’t. You abandoned everyone for him. You quit your job for him. You tolerated his mother’s insults, and now you are carrying and nurturing his own baby inside you

You love him so much he knows that you do.

He’s starting to get a little worried that you still haven’t come home yet but as soon as he’s about to go to your sisters house to get you back the door unlocks.

Jungkooks mood instantly brightens up when he sees you enter the house.

“YN YOU’RE FINALLY HOME!” He immediately walks over to you and pulls you in for a tight tight hug.

Jungkook feels your belly poke against his and he kisses you, passionately. He’s just missed you a lot.

“Sorry.. I just missed you a lot OK and thank God you’re home. I was starting to get worried..” he says, caressing your baby bump.

And then he takes you to the couch, as you sit down, he runs to the kitchen and brings you some water.

“Hm, yn how was your day with your sister? Tell me everything!”

[twtd11]

Tumblr, it is time. It is time for me to tell you about this year’s lesbian hallmark-esque movie from Tello Films. To wit:

A Holiday “I Do”

Much like Christmas at the Ranch, which I talked about last year, this movie is, well, more charming than good. Also like Christmas at the Ranch, it takes place at a horse ranch. Or farm? Or stables? It’s never quite clear except that they make some money from giving riding lessons.

Somehow, as has been pointed out to me, the marketing for this film completely ignores the whole horse aspect of the movie. Maybe because they didn’t want the audience to think it was Christmas at the Ranch 2.0? Which is fair considering that is, in fact, basically what it is. Maybe Tello Films has a hook up with some horse people?

Anyway, we have our lead, Jane. Here’s the sich with Jane: Jane had big career aspirations but she met a boy, thought she fell in love, had a baby, then divorced the boy because she realized she was gay. She and the daughter moved in with mom when Jane’s dad died. I can’t remember the daughter’s name and IMDb isn’t helping me out here, so I’m just going to call her the kid.

The kid likes to say droll, sophisticated, self-aware things that sound exactly like what you expect a kid to sound like in a movie about lesbians made by queer people, but which have no relation to how kids actually talk. Yes, kids can be droll and sophisticated and self-aware, but this kid’s voice was 100% constructed by an adult who maybe hasn’t spent a lot of time around kids. I mean, I haven’t spent a lot of time around kids that age either, but I’m pretty sure they don’t sound like this kid. But still, the kid is funny most of the time, so it kinda works.

Back to the plot:

So Jane is alone and lonely and there’s an obligatory speed dating scene where we meet a bunch of stereotypical lesbians which wants to be funnier than it actually is. She goes home and laments her singlehood. But she can’t lament for too long because Jane’s ex-husband and his new fiancée are about to arrive in town. They’re in town to get married and Jane is in charge of the bachelor party. You see, the ex husband is also Jane’s best friend.

Here’s a question (which is never answered): if the ex-husband’s only connection to this small town is that his ex-wife lives there, why did he choose to have his wedding there? We never get an answer for that question.

After all of that set up, I finally get to introduce the love interest. Her name is Sue, and she’s the lovely couple’s wedding planner!

To facilitate shenanigans, the lovely couple goes off to the airport to pick up the fiancée’s parents and they get stuck there overnight because of the snow. This means that the bride isn’t there to taste the catering and do other things the bride should do before the big day (personally, I’d think you’d want to taste the cake and the catering more than a day before your wedding, but I’ve never gotten married so what do I know?) Jane, who is instantly enamored of Sue, happily fills in as the bride to taste various foods. They get side tracked with sledding and a mid day yoga break (who stops in the middle of their work project and is like, yes, I’ll go to a random yoga class now?).

There are several quirky side characters that play various parts in the plot. Some of them come off better than others. The evil banker who isn’t really evil because we’re undermining that trope, was particularly a stand out for me. She knew her job and she was totally in.

I’ll leave the conflict/climax/resolution to you, dear reader, should you feel the need to spend $7 to rent it. I feel like it was worth my money.

And in another parallel with Christmas at the Ranch, I spent most of the movie wanting the leads to kiss and then when they actually got to this kiss, damn it was awkward.

[stealingyourbones]

Can we talk about how if jason and jazz got married and had a family (most of their kids would prolly be adopted), jazz would be the super successful breadwinner of the family and jason would perfectly fill the role of domestic housewife. He would mother hen SO HARD and he would love every minute of it. Three of his kids would climb him like a jungle gym while he did house chores like vacuuming and dishes and he would unironically drive a minivan everywhere. Jason = ideal housewife plz and ty

Jason? Housewife? I mean I can tell where you’re coming from fanon version of the guy but if you wanna do comic version of Jason, the dude would rather help Bruce on a mission than stay at home all day. Let me see what I can do because I mostly know Jason from when he was straight up a villain in comics.

Ok so he never really had a good father figure that shows what a dads meant to do. All of the stuff he knows is from asking friends on what to do, parenting books, Alfred, and books he’s read as a kid. Jason would be positively floundering with raising a bunch of kids at first. He’s good with kids so he does that just fine but dealing with kids for a long period of time? That takes some work. He doesn’t know what a normal kid is meant to do and what he can tell them. He grew up on Crime Alley and then became a billionaires ward. That’s quite the wild childhood living situation. What age do kids normally learn how to cook? How to lie? How to defend themselves? What are normal hobbies people have? All of these questions just swirl in Jason’s brain as he does his best to give his kids a normal life.

Jazz is the breadwinner while Jason is getting a solid 40% cut from mobs in his territory? I’d love a job that pays that much. I don’t think she’d be the breadwinner but Jazz definitely does a normal 9-5 job while Jason does stuff more at night. Jason staying with their kids during the day while Jazz is out of the house makes sense in that case. He spoils the hell out of his kids. He’s a massive pushover and does everything be can to prevent his kids from turning out like him.

He absolutely wouldn’t fit into your stereotypical role of housewife stuff. Still, imagining a 6ft tall 225lbs man of pure muscle and scars taking his kids to a local park and sitting on a park bench watching his kids run around and play while absentmindedly flipping a butterfly knife open and closed at incredible speed. Or threatening a kid who’s bullying his child with a whole ass Glock and then instantly switching to caring for his kid who got punched and checking them for injuries is some lovely mental imagery.

Additionally: Jason going to parent teacher conferences and forcing the school to implement disability accommodations classes for the teachers because one of his kids slightly mentioned that his teacher didn’t let him have extra time to work on his test like they should have. Casually cleaning his teeth with one of the scariest fucking knives you’ve ever seen while meeting with one of his kids friends parents. Bullying the principal to invite a mystery guest speaker to his kids schools for an Anti Drug PSA and low and behold, Red Hood walks into the school gymnasium and does a fucking incredible one man play and an almost poetic speech on the effects of drugs and how it can impact your families.

When his kids realize that they can simply climb on him and he doesn’t mind their weight they start doing it constantly. They scramble up his legs onto his shoulders and just sit there while Jason cooks dinner. The only sign that Jason acknowledges the kids presence is to warn them to not put their feet near the stove and to ruffle their hair when they get settled on his shoulders.

Jason not only has a mini van, it’s one of the most decked out mini vans to ever exist. This thing is built like a covert batmobile. You could take on an army of tanks with this car but he simply uses it to weave around traffic like a madman driving his kid to ice skating school.

Jason absolutely isn’t the ideal housewife but he’s a housewife that you Do Not wish to fuck with. You touch his kids and that’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

[erodasfishtacos]

A Crack in the Armor

prompt: this was a request from a long time ago! how harry reacts to find out an employee has a sick child at home.

warnings: talks of cancer, hospitals

If you enjoy, please like, reblog, share, recommend, and come talk to me 😘

Happy Day Three of One Year of Erodasfishtacos❤️

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Heather was a nervous wreck as she sat in the waiting area of the boss’ office.

His secretary was an older woman who was kind and soft-spoken, opposite of what Mr. Styles was like.

She’d never had a run-in with her boss, she had a pretty non-problematic job of filing and record keeping that kept her under the radar.

However, she wasn’t oblivious because Heather had seen the handsome, angry man stomp into their office and rein down hell because of a clerical error.

She had a fear of him, his tone was condescending and loud, and his green eyes held such intensity she wanted to look away instantly.

Heather didn’t think it was quite fair how gorgeous he was with such a nasty demeanor, how he filled out his pristine-tailored suits, and a head of soft curls - an overwhelming scent of cedar and vanilla when he entered the space.

-

She’ll never forget the first time she witness the hurricane that was him.

Heather was sat behind her computer, typing away an email to her supervisor about a missing document when the door of the office swings open.

Her eyes widen substantially when she realizes it’s her boss, it’s hard to imagine a man worth over a billion dollars standing in front of her.

He’s wearing a black suit with a light grey shirt underneath, his hair was perfectly styled, and she couldn’t help but glance down at the wedding ring on his finger.

Heather often wondered what his wife was like, most likely spending her days shopping in Soho with a Hermès bag in her arm or eating brunch with other rich women while nannies watches their children - if they had any.

She couldn’t help but imagine overfilled lips and a thick layer of foundation, possibly a boob job with her breasts bursting over the dress she’d be wearing.

Heather had never spoken to Harry directly, tried to stay on his good side which means not bothering him literally ever.

“Where is Jerry?” Harry demands in a loud tone, no pleasantries or even a welcoming greeting as he enters the room.

“Er, uh. I think he’s filing audit receipts on the third floor right now,” Heather stumbles over her words as his moss green eyes glare at her.

“You think or do you know? I’m not going to be happy if I waste m’time going down there to see - if you just think he’s there,” Harry replies cooly, shoulders broad and tense - he was the picture of intimidating.

“I-I can call him and check?” Heather asks dumbly, her eyes as wide as saucers and listen, she was a married woman but god damn - he was unfairly sexy.

“Please do,” Harry replies with a sharp edge, his hand rifling in his pocket for his cell and Heather swears she sees children on his lock screen.

When the phone call confirms that Jerry is where Heather thought he’d be, she hangs up and tells him, “Yes. Third floor, Mr. Styles.”

Harry doesn’t spare her another glance or a thank you, just turns on his heel and strides out of the office without any common courtesy.

“Dick,” She mutters under her breath as she gets back to her task at hand.

-

The first run in was nearly two years ago and her life has changed so much - not for the better either and the last thing she wanted to do was be in his office but she knew she had to try.

She waits for nearly thirty minutes until the large chestnut door opens and Harry appears in the doorway with a bored expression on his face, “Ms. Derik?”

“Um, yes. Hi,” Heather stands up a bit too fast, smoothes out her skirt and follows him into the office with wobbly legs.

Harry sits behind his desk, pushing aside a few papers, and opens a file with her information that his secretary must have gotten him.

“What can I help you with today that your direct supervisor at our Human Resources department couldn’t?” He’s annoyed, like Heather is wasting his very valuable time, and it makes her feel even worse about this.

“I tried-I tried to go to Jerry and then to HR but…they both declined my request. I was just hoping you could reconsider,” Heather’s voice is shaky, she didn’t want to cry in front of this man.

Her boss plucks a paper out of the folder, eyes darting along it to read over her formal request, he looks up and asks, “A request for family leave for two to three months, is that correct?”

Heather nods, tears already streaming down her face, she couldn’t afford to lose this job but she needed to be with her daughter.

“Do you know why it was denied?” Harry sounds curious, like he didn’t know that answer to it either not if he was upset at the actual request.

“Ye-yes, I’m the only one in the department right now who knows how to properly audit expense receipts beside Jerry,” She replies honestly, it was the majority of her job.

“Hmm,” Harry hums, gaze moving from the page to her - his eyes trace her face, observing her tears and overall sad demeanor, “I’ll approve you for three months of paid leave. If you need an extension, please just request it from my secretary.”

And….Heather just starts crying harder, sobbing even, a major relief off her shoulders because it was one of her biggest stressor - she’d been having awful anxiety since her requests had gotten denied last week and he said it would be paid.

Harry doesn’t say anything but places a tissue box in front of her and she whispers ‘thank you’ before snagging one to dry her tears.

“I can’t thank you enough, Mr. Styles,” Heather tries to pull it together but she’s struggling fiercely in front of a man who doesn’t appear to have any sympathy for others but right now, unless she’s imagining it, he’s looking at her with concern, “My daughter is four, she just got diagnosed with Leukemia two weeks ago and she’ll be staying at the hospital for a few months for treatment.”

He stops for a second like the mere thought is too overwhelming before he continues, “I have three daughters of my own and I couldn’t imagine the pain you must be going through.”

Heather can’t help but give him a watery smile, nodding towards the picture of three little girls - she had just noticed, “Is that them?”

Harry lets a small grin creep up on his face, fondness leaking through his words, “Yes. Ivy, Willow, and Magnolia. They’re five, two, and 11 months.”

Heather pulls up a picture of her own daughter, “This is Sophie. She just turned four about three months ago.”

“She’s beautiful,” Harry nods, face becoming stonier again but not unkind, “Again, please come to me directly if you need anything during this difficult time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” Heather says again before gathering her briefcase and leaving so that she can go be with her baby.

It was a short walk to the train but her mind was reeling, he had kids? Adorable, happy ones of the picture were anything to go by.

It was nearly impossible to imagine Harry Styles as a father to three precious girls or that he would have even wanted children.

Heather found it heartwarming that he sympathized so much with her as it truly was a parent’s worst nightmare for their child.

-

It was around six in the evening, Heather, her husband - Josh, and Sophie were lounging in the hospital room - she had been here for nearly a month already and treatment was tolling.

Sophie’s gorgeous raven locks had fallen out and she was permanently with a beanie on her head to keep her warm - she was paler and more tired with the chemotherapy but she was a warrior.

A nurse knocks on their door, speaking quietly, “You had some visitors. May I let them in?”

Heather glances at her husband with confusion, she wasn’t expecting anyone and she didn’t think her husband was either - their family was set to visit tomorrow.

“Sure?” Heather responds with a furrowed brow, assuming that it was a family member that wanted to pop in.

And she was utterly shocked when the man that appears is none other than her boss, fucking Harry Styles, and she can tell her husband is taken aback because even though he’s never met him - the man is plastered over the Forbes and Business Today covers religiously.

As if she couldn’t be more taken aback, a gorgeous woman is stepping into the room behind him - Heather knew this must be his wife but she wasn’t anything like she’d imagined previously.

She was drop dead gorgeous, of course, but in a natural way where you could tell she barely had put any makeup on and that her body was natural.

Harry was dressed in one of his typical tailored suits, he must have just got off of work, and YN was dressed casually with no loud name brand logos or that Hermès notion she’d conjured up.

Heather's focus then shifts because Harry has a toddler propped on his hip who looks nothing like her father with fiery red curls and freckles spattered across her cheeks.

YN had a baby sling across her chest with a curious little baby peeking over the fabric with a pacifier tucked tightly between their full lips.

Beside Harry, grasping tightly onto his ring hand was a curly brunette who couldn’t be anyone else’s but Harry’s - she was a copy of her father as she nervously buried her face in his thigh.

“Mr-Mr. Styles,” Heather stutters in bewilderment, her husband as well as her standing up as royalty just strutted into the room.

“Harry,” He corrects softly, his eyes sad and sympathetic as he spots Sophie who’s sitting up with a teddy in her arms, “This is my wife, YN.”

YN steps forward to put out her hand and as she’s about to speak, the curly headed girl interrupts, “M’Vee, that’s Low, and that’s Noli.”

“Ivy, Willow, and Magnolia,” YN corrects, gently shaking her hand and Heather cannot help but ogle the massive diamond sitting on her finger.

“It’s ni-nice to meet you,” Heather gulps, relaxing only a bit when her husband's arm wraps around her waist tightly in support.

For a moment, she has the irrational fear that Harry came to her to fire her but she quickly rules that out as a possibility.

“We just came to visit,” Harry says in his low rasp, “We wanted to see how you guys were doing and our daughters wanted to meet Sophie and bring her some gifts.”

That’s only when Heather notices Ivy holding a gift bag as well as YN has one on her arm - beautiful shimmery gold packaging with tissue paper and extravagant bows.

Ivy has no hesitation, confident in her small strides just like her father as she makes her way to the hospital bed to place the bag there.

“I picked this out myself,” Ivy informs Sophie with a baby-toothed smile before squirming up to sit on the bed next to the girl.

“Ivy Elizabeth,” Harry murmurs just above a whisper, his empty hand having traveled to cup the back of his wife’s neck with an affectionate squeeze, “Use your manners, please.”

The deep irony of Harry telling someone else to use manners was not missed by the employee and she had to bite down a laugh but it was so sweet to see how bonded he was to his family.

“M’Ivy, can I sit next to you?” The girl asks despite already sitting next to Sophie who has a hesitant but excited smile on her face.

“Yes,” Sophie squeaks out, a bit taken aback by how forward her new friend was but not in a bad way - just different.

“Open it, I went with my mumma to pick it out,” Ivy informs her with an anticipatory smile as she shuffles the bag onto Sophie’s lap.

Sophie carefully takes out the wrapping tissue before pulling out the box - it was a new, popular toy that she’d seen on commercial from her hospital television but hadn’t asked her parents for because she knew they were stressed out.

“Wow, what do you say?” Heather prompts with a warm smile from where she’s standing, she had known Sophie had wanted that toy.

“Thank you,” Sophie replies with excitement nearly brimming over as with the energy she has starts to disassemble the packaging with Ivy’s help before the get right into playing.

All the adults watch the children play, Harry places his wobbly middle daughter on the linoleum so that she can toddle over to the other girls.

“I hope you don’t mind us stopping by,” YN addresses the family with a soft, unsure smile as she nods towards the girls, “We just wanted to show our support.”

Heather swallows harshly, holding back tears, “I…I am very appreciative. Sophie has been here for a while and hasn’t had any interaction with children around her age. It’s nice to see her smile.”

“I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” YN nearly whispers, eyes wet as she watches Ivy hand Sophie a doll.

Harry is silently watching, not saying anything but his demeanor isn’t intimidating or scary - for once he’s radiating calmness and reassurance as he squeezes his wife’s hip.

“She’s on the brighter side, things are looking good. The doctors are confident that the chemotherapy will do the trick,” Heather’s husband respond, holding his wife close to his side.

“That’s amazing,” YN smiles beautifully, rubbing Noli’s back through the sling but the infant is much more curious about Heather.

Heather thinks the baby looks like a perfect mixture of both of her parents, maybe with a bit of uniqueness.

It was interesting that the middle daughter looked absolutely nothing like either parents or her sister but to be fair, Sophie didn’t really resemble either of them.

YN notices Heather watching Magnolia, “Do you want to hold her?”

Heather unthinkingly glances at her boss, who doesn’t say anything except he moves to wriggle the baby out of the carrier. He pops the binkie out from her mouth and murmurs, “C’mon, chatty. Know you want to talk.”

“Dadadada, mumm,” She babbles instantly with a throaty baby giggle as Harry can’t help but let a little smile break his blank expression.

“Thatta girl, nearly talk as much as your mumma, hmm?” He teases, giving his wife a devious smirk when she pinches the meat of his hip.

Heather learns a lot that night about the family. She can’t get over how absolutely down to earth her other boss, technically speaking, was.

Harry wasn’t a completely different person outside of work but Heather could clearly see how much he adored his family and that he treated them much differently than employees.

It was obvious in how Willow ran to him when Ivy snatched a toy with fat tears dribbling down her cheeks and he tittered at her before bringing her back to play.

How Magnolia cooed like a baby bird at him as she lounged in Heather then YN’s arm, between cuddling into her mum to making sure her dad was still there every few minutes.

Ivy rubbing her eye and leaning on Harry as he talks to her husband, mumbling that she’s sleepy and if she can have a sleepover with Sophie because she’s having too much fun.

Then YN and Harry had to pull Ivy aside when she started to have a meltdown when she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to stay.

“That’s our cue to leave,” YN laughs as Harry hikes Ivy as she wraps her arms around his neck and whimpering unhappily.

Heather encourages them to come back whenever and exchanges numbers with YN before helping her situated Magnolia back into the sling and taking Willow’s hand in hers.

Harry pulls a folder from the gift bag they brought and hands it to Heather, “Thank you for the hardwork you’ve put in at the company. I approved your FMLA as we discussed.”

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” Heather breathes out nervously accepting the folder and waving them out until the brood disappears from sight.

As soon as they’re alone, Josh wonders outloud, “I thought you already brought home that paperwork. You were approved for three months, right?”

Heather was just as confused, “That’s what I thought too?”

She opens the folder to see paperwork approved for a year of family leave, however, she knew logically she couldn’t afford to be out of work for a year and she doubted that it would be paid.

However, reading further, she slaps a hand over her mouth when she realizes it is fully paid with her benefits still in tacked.

As her hands shake, an envelope tucked behind the sheet of paper flutters to the ground - nondescript with nothing on it.

Curiously, Josh slides his finger under the paper, and rips it - his hands shaking as he realizes that he’s pulling out a check.

It’s not from Styles Marketing & Co, no, it’s from Harry and YN’s personal account with a sum of money that wasn’t a really number they could wrap their heads around.

Heather and Josh just hold each other as they whisper about how they’re not going to have any medical debt or take out loans to afford being off work.

Harry hadn’t just blessed them with money, he blessed them with precious time with their daughter without anxiety so they can be completely present for her.

🌻 A Year Later 🌸

Sophie and Ivy had developed a strong friendship. YN brought her daughters to visit the hospital at least twice a week and then to visit in home as she recovers from all her intense treatments.

Despite having been over the Styles house - well cross that, their estate and spending a lot of time together - she hasn’t had the chance to see Harry.

Heather had thanked YN profusely and requested she pass on the message which she agreed to do but assured her that it was not a big deal.

On the first day back to work, with a cancer free daughter back in school and thriving, she feels on top of the world.

At near noon, she manages to coerce his secretary into letting her pop into his office where he’s sat like the year prior with an intense gaze of his screen.

“Mr. Styles,” Heather is nervous, her heart is beating in her throat but she’s not scared - she actually feels confident.

“Yes? How can I help you?” He replies, just as terse and formal as ever but his green eyes meet her with no hostility.

“I just wanted to thank you, in person, for what you did for our family,” She says a bit breathlessly, a sincere smile on her face.

Though his expression doesn’t move an inch, she can tell he’s a bit uncomfortable - he nods his head at her but doesn’t say anything else.

She knew what was hiding under that rough exterior and so she didn’t feel slighted or ignored by his silent nod.

She’d already seen a crack in his armor.

All he says is, “Have a nice day.”

Heather returns the nod and turns on her heel, Harry Styles fooled a lot of people but not her anymore.

(It didn’t hurt that YN had accidentally let it slip that after their first visit to the hospital, Harry gathered all their daughters up and cuddle them in bed for hours straight, letting YN know his fears and how he couldn’t survive anything ever happen to them).

And that’s exactly what she’ll do, she’ll have a nice day.

[tqmies]

Yeonjun’s Moment

Description. Cunning, intelligent, handsome, and quite a bit cocky, Choi Yeonjun is a force to be reckoned with. He’s only here in an attempt to obtain a wife so he can take his father’s place as CEO soon. Too bad you come around to throw a wrench in his plans.

Pairings. Choi Yeonjun x Female reader

Genre. Angst (A little), Fluff, 

Warnings. Cursing (?), One of the characters is mean lol.

Word count. 3k

Note: Sorry for the wait, but finally the Yeonjun installment! As always feedback is appreciated!

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“A wife ?!" You exclaim, caught off guard by Yeonjun's previous statement. “Don't you think you're a bit young?"

“I graduate this year, and I'm not getting any younger." He replies, fixing his hair in the mirror.

"You're eighteen!"

"Exactly! My dad had a wife lined up for him when he was sixteen!" 

"That is not normal Yeonjun." You respond.

"Where I'm from, it is." He clarifies.

You just sigh, you know it is. Yeonjun was from a line of extremely wealthy and influential people. It'd make sense that they'd have people jumping to marry them as soon as possible.

"In order for me to take over as CEO, I need to be married. If I start looking for a girlfriend now, I can make her my wife in approximately two years! It’s all very simple math." He explains.

You couldn't believe how he was going about this. Some might call you naive, but you believed in true love, and marrying for it. You also didn’t want this for Yeonjun.

Regardless of who he marries, it’d only be for money and nothing more.

"I'm sorry," Is all you can manage. You couldn't imagine being in his situation.

He looks away from the mirror to face you, "For what?”

You sigh, not sure how you're supposed to respond to that.

“Well-”

“Manager!” You’re interrupted by Hueningkai running frantically in the room.  “Beomgyu and Taehyun got in a fight again!” He explains, waving his hands all around and pointing to the common room. 

“Again?” You speak, baffled. Those boys would go at it all day if you let them. 

“What happened now?” Yeonjun snickers.

“Just come see!” The younger boy yells, followed by the sound of something being knocked over. 

You instantly rush to see whats wrong, pushing the big doors leading to room open as you hear the faint sound of their voices.

“No! I don’t want to!” 

“You have to you idiot!”

“Guys!” You shout, as you step up to separate them. “What’s going on here?”

“Ask this knucklehead right here.” Taehyun speaks, putting his finger in Beomgyu’s chest. 

“It’s not my fault that you’re an asshole!”

“Oh I’ll show you an asshole!” 

“Huh?” 

They turn to face you once again, Taehyun letting go of his hold on the younger boy.

“Whats going on?” 

“Beomgyu made a girl cry!” Taehyun exclaims.

“It wasn’t my fault! Taehyun always wants me to do weird stuff!”

You look to Taehyun for an explanation as he speaks again, “This is your job! How many times do I have to tell you?”

You all stand as Beomgyu storms off to another room, you still confused about the whole situation. 

“All I did was ask him to kiss her hand! We all do that, I don’t know what his problem is.” Taehyun scoffs before walking away.

“You should probably go do damage control.” You turn, speaking to Yeonjun.

He grinned and made his way to the host area. You had no doubt he would put a smile on the girls face. You’d have to deal with Beomgyu another time, not really feeling like fighting now. 

As you’re cleaning the spilled tea, you notice Beomgyu return, shuffling through papers. 

“What now?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m booked for the next six weeks!” He groans, closing the binder. “God, this is torture!” 

“Oh come on,” You roll your eyes. “What could be so torturous about being a hot young boy who has girls paying for just a inkling of their time?” 

He blankly stares at you before a grin appears on his face, “So you think I’m hot?” 

“Go away!” You complain, “Go get some cookies to make it up to those girls in there!”

“They forgot all about me! Right now their only focus is Yeonjun’s lips!” 

You push him out of the room, despite his protests and watch as he makes his way to the table. 

Boy, was he trouble; but that wasn’t your concern right now.

This time it was Soobin approaching you, telling you a guest had an rather odd request and he was too shy to tell her no.

You never thought this job would stretch you absolutely paper thin, but here you are. 

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s appropriate.” You say, facing the beautiful young woman who stood in front of you.

“I’m offering you ten times the normal cost of the host! Just think over it.” She responds, and you just furrow your brows at her.

“That service isn’t offered here, my apologies.” You explain, where was Heeseung when you needed him?

You were trying to be careful of your words, nothing about this girl was like the others that frequented. Ignoring her tall personal security guard, you had also taken notice of the extremely expensive jewelry, down to the hairpin that must’ve cost more than your house. 

“I didn’t hear a no from him.” She says, gesturing towards Soobin. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s in policy that the host is meant to entertain, nothing more.”

“You’re acting as if I asked for use of his body.” She scoffs.

“You technically did, just not in the most extreme way.” You sass, biting your tongue.

You’re about to speak again when Taehyun notices the guests staring at you two. He approaches and flashes a smile, “Is there a problem, miss?” 

“Hi,” She smiles. “I just offered host Soobin here, money in exchange for a few dates.”

Taehyun’s smile falls as he looks towards the older boy, noticing the discomfort on his face.

“I’m sorry but-”

“Oh so you’ve just come to deny me too?” She yelps, obviously enraged. 

 Everyone’s looking at you now, Yoon turning to face the commotion. Beomgyu distracts his guests while staring awkwardly at you.

That’s when Yeonjun walks back in from the storage room, and her eyes dart to his as he winks at her, assuming she’s just a normal guest.

“You know what, I retract my offer to Soobin.” She speaks lowly, you sighing in relief.

“Great, can I offer you any-”

“I want that one instead.” 

You look to see Yeonjun wearing a confused expression on his face. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t entertain this anymore. You need to leave.” You speak. She was talking about the boys as if they were property. 

“What’s going on?” Yeonjun says, approaching you all.

“I’d like you to go on a date with me. Several actually, in Paris.” She smiles.

“Who are you?” You interrupt.

“You can call me Madame Anna Monet.” She speaks, ah so she was French. What was she even doing in your school?

“I’m sorry, I’m confused.”

“It’s not like you need to understand anyways.” Anna replies. “I’m here for him.” 

You glare at her as you and the others turn away. “We need to figure out what to do.”

“We’re going to talk this over.” Taehyun nods, trying to convince her that you’re not plotting how to kick her out. 

Walking into the back room, you just stare at the three boys.

“Are you kidding? What is there to talk about? Just say no.” You whisper sternly.

You look at Yeonjun in silence, realization hitting you. He had been awfully quiet the whole time, like he was contemplating it.

“Unless you actually… want to?” You ask.

He just looks at the floor, “It doesn’t seem like that bad of an idea.”

“No way, I’m not pimping out my friend!” Taehyun interrupts, clearly distressed.

“How is this any different than what we’re doing now?” The older boy responds.

“The difference is that I’m not sending you to another country with people we don’t know! Just so you can play pretend boyfriend for her ego!” 

Soobin stands back, “Look, I’ll just go. Maybe she’ll change her mind.”

“Oh c’mon!” You exclaim. “You guys can’t be serious, this is ridiculous!”

“Yeonjun brings in too much money, for him to go on leave for even a little would cost us!” Soobin explains.

“I’ve seen the paperwork Soobin, you two are evenly tied for bookings! So don’t even try it!” You reason, noticing all your voices are steadily rising.

A knock comes on the door as you’re greeted by Heeseung. Finally, someone level headed. Maybe he could knock some sense into the others.

“If he want’s to go, why stop him?”

“Seriously?!” You throw your hands up, going to shake Heeseung by his shoulders.

“Easy money, and he gets to see Paris.” 

You actually can’t believe what you’re hearing. It was far from “easy money” and not to mention it was meticulously weird. 

“Look I have a guest to get back to, do whatever you want Yeonjun.” Taehyun waves you all off, exiting the room.

You stare in disbelief as Soobin exits the room after the younger boys.

“Bring me back something from Paris, I just hope you’re thinking of your feelings.” You sigh, following after the rest of the boys as you head to the front desk with Yoon. 

“Why the face?” She asks, handing you a little candy from the bowl that lays on the front desk.

You just shrug and unwrap the candy, “Is it cause of that living Chanel poster girl?” 

Laughing, you shake your head “Yeonjun’s going to Paris with Miss Dior herself.”

“Paris?! Is he insane?” 

You two share a knowing look as you both burst out laughing, “Was that a rhetorical question?”

“Definitely, now that I think about it.” She clarifies. 

“You know its funny, this is kind of super perfect for him.” 

“What do you mean?”

“He was always meant for a life like this. What more of a perfect wife for him than a rich sophisticated french girl?” You state, if anything, this was like Yeonjun’s dream scenario.

“Yeah, but she’s not his type. He’s always said his ideal type was someone humble, and someone with a big heart.” Yoon recalls, noticing your raised eyebrow. “What? We’ve talked about our types before, some days can get slow.” 

You just smile as she jabs your shoulder lightly, “What about you? What’s your ideal type?” 

“Yoon..” You whine, “I’ve told you before, I’m not looking for any relationship right now.”

“Yeah yeah, but you must know what you want, right?” 

“Not really,” Flustered, you think. You’re not even sure where’d you begin.

“It’s Soobin, isn’t it?” She teases, pointing at your bracelet. 

The two of you had become quite close over the past few weeks. Being the only other girl around, you two just drifted towards each other and automatically clicked. So of course you had confided to her about the Soobin situation. She insisted you two seemed to have something going on but you just brushed it off. 

“You’re confused,” You roll your eyes playfully. “We shared one little vulnerable moment together. Things have been normal since then, its nothing more.” 

“How about Yeonjun?” 

“Knock it off.” You lightly shove her. She would’ve pressed matters further if it wasn’t for another guest walking in. She gives you a look as if to say ‘this isn’t over.’ and you just smile back, its never over with Yoon. 

It’s about three hours later as you sit in an empty table, counting over today’s tips as Taehyun sits opposite of you. 

“I wanna go home.” He groans, putting his head down on the table. 

“Me too,” You reply. “At least we made a lot of money.” 

“Have you seen Heeseung?” He mumbles, head still down.

“I sent him and Yoon home.”

“Can I go home too?”

You just laugh, “Sure, I’ll just make the last person to finish cleaning stay with me.” 

He thanks you as he picks up his bag and groggily stomps his way to the exit doors. He was likely going straight home to knock out. He did have a record number of guests today. 

Normally you’d all be home at this time. Most guests had cleared out at a reasonable time. Leaving you all with enough to close and clean. Today, however, was not like that at all.

You had one remaining guest who insisted on continuing to talk to Yeonjun by throwing bills at you. She had already been here for four hours, how much longer would she be? 

And your role as a manager was to wait until all guests and host’s had left before you could leave. Normally, you’d all just leave at once. But again, today was not normal. 

“Hey, I finished the storage room and it’s all locked up. As soon as Beomgyu finishes mopping we can head out.” Hueningkai says as he walks into the room. 

“Sorry, I still can’t leave till Anna finishes her talk with Yeonjun.”

Hueningkai’s face shows visible confusion as he whines, “She’s still here?”

You nod, a dirty look appearing on your face. “What if she never leaves?”

“Would that be better or worse than her leaving and taking Yeonjun with her?”

Shrugging you look back down at the money in your hand, “As long as he’s happy.” 

You truly meant it too. If this is what he wanted from life. To find himself a suitable wife, and she fit that picture perfect box. Both came from wealthy families, and your sure his family would be thrilled to see such a beautiful woman on his arm.  

You wish it wasn’t like that for him, you hoped that if anything, at least he would enjoy her company. But then again, it was a marriage for money. 

You’re bid out of your thoughts when you hear the footsteps of feet coming from behind you. Turning, you’re grateful to see Yeonjun escorting the girl out, her bodyguard following after. 

You and Hueningkai mentally celebrate in your heads, thrilled to finally be able to go home. You swore you had never made it home faster. 

A seemingly restless night later, you’re back in the club room, Heeseung talking your head off about some new host recruitment thing. 

You had just arrived and were surprised to notice decorations adorning the hall. Paper hearts coming off the ceiling, ribbon cascading on the sides.

What was the occasion? Last you checked, Valentines day had passed and it wasn’t any of the members birthdays. So you inquire to Taehyun about it. 

“It’s Yeonjun’s farewell party.”

You stood in shock, your feet seemingly glued to the ground.

“What?” You respond, finally finding the word.

“All that talk they had yesterday, it was to discuss his travel plans. He’ll only be gone a few weeks, but we insisted on making it a public affair.”

“Oh wow.” You say, the words escaping your lips.

Beomgyu grumbled past you, “I have to take all his clients for the time being.”

“At least you get clients.” Hueningkai responds, rolling his eyes.

“You guys aren’t phased by this?” Still not fully understanding the situation, you ask.

Soobin arrives, shaking his head. “It’s Yeonjun. He’s rich, she’s rich. They’re a match made in heaven. Although it does strike me that she’s rude.”

“More like a total-”

“Hey hey, watch your mouth Gyu.” The oldest boy interrupts.

“Whatever, this is the last day I’m gonna see my Junnie for a month. Give me a break!” 

You just cringe at the nickname and move past the boys, going to find the man of the hour. There weren’t any clients around yet, so he was just sitting alone, playing with the trim on the table. 

“Hey,” You smile, taking a seat next to him.

“Hi.”

“Is something wrong? You look sad.” 

He deflates at the comment, his usual snide smirk not present on his face as he looks down. “You said you were sorry.”

Confusion etches across your face at that, “I’m not following.”

“No ones ever said that before.” 

“What?”

“You said you were sorry I had to find a wife. That I had to deal with this life so young. No ones ever said anything like that to me before.” He stops, fiddling around with the rings on his finger.

“You’re the only one questioning all this. The morality of it all. No one else is, they just assume this is all what I want. Like this happening in my life was a given and that this Anna girl is like my angel from heaven. You’re the only one who asked how I felt about this.”

“I,” You start, taking all the new information in. “I had no idea you felt this way.”

“I want to take over as CEO, I want to be the best son I can be.” He starts, trailing off and saying the last part as a kind of hushed whisper. “But not as bad as I want to love.”

“You can learn to love her-”

“I mean no offense to her but I could never love someone like her. She’s just not what I look for in a girl. Sure the money and everything is there but she doesn’t care about me. She was ready to get hitched to Soobin seconds before she saw me.”

You can only stay silent, not sure how to respond to the situation. 

“Yeonjun, do you want to go with her?”

And for the first time, Yeonjun swears he feels it. That sickly sweet feeling, the butterflies that plague someone, that horrible feeling in your stomach, the struggle to maintain eye contact. 

“I don’t.” 

You lean forward, grabbing his face in your hands, “Then you don’t have to go.”

You realized he had never been told he didn’t need to. That he didn’t need to go with this girl he was expected to like. That he didn’t need to rush into a marriage in a few measly years. 

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do Yeonjun. The position at the company can wait, you have the rest of your life to work. Now is about your happiness, about what you desire.”

He just stares back into your eyes, grabbing your hand on his face and leaning into it. “Thank you.”

He wasn’t going to leave with Anna, he had things he wanted. They weren’t in Paris, they were here. With people who cared about him. He wasn’t going anywhere. 

[closetedbumblebee]

White Wedding (Addison Montgomery x Female Reader)

Weddings are supposed to be full of love, happiness and gratitude. A wonderful celebration of two souls coming together as one. Today was one of those days. Callie and Arizona were finally and officially tying the knot.

It was supposed to be a happy celebration all round; all the happy couples loved up, attending the wedding together. Meredith and Derek, Christina and Teddy, Owen and Amelia, Richard and Catherine, among others showed their support for the sweetest couple who were currently reciting their vows.

You sat alone in the third row from the front, extremely proud of your friends. You were smiling from ear to ear as they each walked down the aisle. You knew their story like the back of your hand, and couldn’t contain the happiness you felt when Callie and Arizona finally came through for the other, especially after the accident. They had come so far.

You felt a pang of sadness, taking a look around the room at all the couples. You wished your girlfriend, Addison was here with you, but she had to fly back to LA after Sofia’s delivery. You barely spent enough time together as it is, both of you living in separate cities, leading separate lives. You did, however have a relatively strong and healthy relationship, taking the time to have long phone calls, FaceTime, and send as many text messages as you could. You tried to sneak weekends away  to LA, also. 

But, things felt strained for the last few months, and you both felt the need to remedy that. 

The last time you and Addison saw each other was during her stay, which was 4 days long. You hadn’t seen each other for five weeks, and you could tell the strain was getting to you. But, you both pushed those feelings down to focus on your friends. After all, you were both doctors.

When you did catch up, you and Addison had a slight argument the night before she was set to jet out of Seattle. You sort of made up, but you hadn’t really spoken since, just the odd text and call here and there.

You reminisced… 

“Honey, I really want to stay longer, but I can’t. I’ve got patients to get back to and-“, Addison said sadly.

“We’ve barely seen each other for weeks on end, and when we do, you suddenly have to rush off again. I get that you have a new life now and I respect that. Of course I do, but where the fuck do we fit in?! When you took the job in LA, we promised we’d make each other a priority regardless of whatever happened. You only fly back to Seattle when Richard needs you. I’m busting my butt every other week, rearranging schedules, going out of my way to see you. Because guess what, Addison? I love you! Clearly you don’t love me enough, otherwise you’d be making some sacrifices” you snapped.

Addison was taken aback. You had never seen her look so sad and upset. You just missed her so much, and wanted to be with her. You instantly felt guilty for snapping because you didn’t mean to go that far and before she could say anything, you jumped in again.

“Shit. Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I just miss you so much. You know that. I’m so so sorry”, you said, equally sad as you reached for her hand.

“We’ll, I’m not going to say that didn’t hurt, because it did. But I understand. I guess it was deserved. I’m sorry too, sweetheart. I’m gonna do better, I promise”, she said.

You held each other tight, “I love you”, you said in unison.

Addison was about to say something else when - 

Her watch beeped, reminding of her flight and you drove her back to the airport where you shared one last kiss.

It wasn’t the way you wanted to make up, but it was a start.

Upon arriving back in LA, she texted immediately.

‘I’m back. I won’t say back home, because it isn’t home. Never has, never will be. My home is with you. FaceTime with me tomorrow? I love you baby xxxxx’, she texted

“Me too, my love. I most certainly will. I’m so sorry again. I love you too xxxx”, you replied.

Things improved between the two of you over the next four weeks, before she told you she couldn’t attend the wedding…

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I really wanted to be there, but I just can’t get away”, she said, evidentially disappointed.

“Oh…okay. It’s fine. I can try and film it for you. It’s not going to be the same without you. I love you”. You were sad, but you didn’t want to push her.

……………..

Drawing you from your thoughts, you noticed the last of the guests arriving before the brides made their voyage down the aisle.

“Excuse me, beautiful, is this seat taken?”, you heard a voice say.

You thought you were dreaming. It couldn’t be. You looked up, to see a familiar, beautiful face smiling sweetly at you.

“Addison?!”, you shrieked

You both started crying as she pulled you up into her arms, holding you tightly.

“Surprise”, she whispered huskily into your ear.

“What are you doing here?! I thought you couldn’t come”, you cried.

“I couldn’t bear being away from you anymore”, she said, smiling through tears.

You kissed her with everything you had, before she pulled back.

“I mean it. I’m miserable in LA. I can’t stand it there. So, I’m coming home - for good”, she said.

You didn’t exactly comprehend what she said at first, but then gasped in delight, wrapping her up in your arms. Looking around, your friends were watching you both, all clearly happy for you.

You and Addison still had a lot to talk about, but right now, you put it to the side when Callie and Arizona appeared….

Everyone cried during the vow exchange, and you and Addison shared sweet, knowing looks, never letting go of each other’s hands.

…………..

At the reception, everyone gathered around Arizona and Callie as they had their first dance as a married couple.

Addison wrapped her arms around you from behind and rested her chin on your shoulder as you watched the happy couple. You hugged her arms, and she reached around to peck you on the lips. You two couldn’t get enough of each other.

When it came time for other couples to join the dance floor, you and Addison wasted no time walking hand in hand to the floor. At this point, everyone was in their own worlds, all content and happy, buzzing from the day’s events, while you and Addison were completely wrapped up in your own little bubble.

“So….”, she said, arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as you swayed to Shania Twain’s ‘You’ve Got a Way’.

“So…”, you repeated.

She jumped right into it. 

“I’ve missed you, my love. I really have. You are everything to me. I’m so sorry for making you feel otherwise. I shouldn’t have been neglecting us”, she said softly, her eyes not leaving yours.

“Addie, hey… No, please. I’m sorry - I had no right to go off at you. I should’ve been more understanding. You uprooted your life and that’s a huge deal; because you’re a big deal, babe. I thought about what I said to you that night, and it was completely unfair, way out of line, in fact.. I was just projecting my feelings onto you. I was so scared that by you moving would have jeopardised our relationship without thinking about anything else. It was me, I was selfish”, you said, sheepishly.

“In other words, you thought I’d cheat on you. That’s it, isn’t it?”, she asked.

You felt tears in your eyes. Blinking them back, you smiled sadly and nodded.

“Come on now, you know I would never, ever, do that to you”, she said.

“I know. I…know. I just should've been more supportive of you. I know what this opportunity meant to you”, you said, your tone apologetic.

“It’s not all on you, okay. I realised I was working longer hours, and I turned my back on us because I was so overwhelmed with all of it, and avoided you, because I think deep down, I was scared too. I was afraid of hurting you, and was terrified the long distance wouldn't work at first. So, I can see how you must’ve felt that way”, Addison said, gently touching your face.

You looked into her eyes, to see the tears shimmering like white diamonds.

“Baby…”, you said.

“Being away from you, not being able to see you, or hold you, or kiss you, made me realise that you, that what we have, is worth more to me than any job. So I told Naomi I quit, called Richard, and he offered me a new job”, Addison smiled.

“Oh, Addie, that’s great!”, you said gleefully.

“Yes, yes it is. But, the best part is that I am now Grey Sloan’s Chief of Neo-Natal Surgery. I’m officially the boss now, baby. You know what that means. This is going to be so good for us!”, Addie said.

You were crying softly and gently touched her face. You knew what this meant; Addison being in charge of her own specialty, back on home soil meant everything to her. She was determined to fight for her relationship with you, so being the boss meant she could make her own rules and schedule. But, not only that, she deserved that title; worked hard for it her whole life; and you were determined to fight to the ends of the earth for her. 

It hit you then that she was really back.

“You’re home?!”, you asked, almost in shock.

“Mm-hmm. I’m home, baby”, she beamed.

“No more messing around, no more arguments. This is it - you and me. No more turning back. I want to fight for us”, she continued.

“I want to fight for us too”, you said back.

You smiled brightly at each other, feeling more connected and more in love than ever.

She was just about to kiss you when you heard the clinking of champagne glasses, as Callie’s father, Mr Torres called for a toast.

“Thank you everyone for coming to celebrate my beautiful daughter, Calliope and her wonderful new wife, Arizona on their special day today. These two have gone through hell and back to be together. I have never felt prouder of my little girl, than I do today. I look around the room, and see it filled with such love. It’s a really beautiful thing. Real, true love is a once in a lifetime feeling, so if you’ve found it, hold onto it with both hands and never let it go, because it’s one crazy ride. Ladies, I congratulate you both on overcoming your obstacles and finding your way to each other. I love you both so much, my dear daughters. To Callie and Arizona!”, Mr Torres exclaimed, full of pride.

“To Callie and Arizona!”, everyone said.

The newlyweds kissed, before turning their attention to the wedding cake.

You and Addison watched the whole exchange, extremely proud of your friends, grateful to be a part of their special, historic day; however, deep down, you both pictured this day of your own, in your not so distant future.

Addison and you shared a look, and you both just knew. This was the path you wanted to take.

“Forever and always, Addie”, you said, winking at her.

“Forever and always, Y/N”, she repeated, clutching your hand, bringing it to her lips.

[spadeslittlesecret]

Nanami as your Husband

note: hi everyone i was having quite the full schedule since last month but now i seems pretty chill and i have been having Nanami brainrot about him as a husband, so why not make it a headcanon

story note : I dont mention about how you guys have a child so either adoption or biologicly is up to you <3

- After the both of you got married you decide to bring up about getting a kid topic, you made sure he was okay with it

- When you finish talking about that topic instantly the next day you see him studying what he needs and what to do for a child

-Mostly reading books about parenting or listening to audio books about what to do if a child is...

- he struggled a bit in the beginning but he got the hang of it

-He’s a gentle husband so you think he would be a gentle dad for sure, he will always have his calm attitude and keep his positivity up for them no matter how loud or hard they get

-No matter how hard it is to handle the fussy kids or when they have tempers Nanami knows how to handle them, but before that he couldnt even change a diper so its quite shocking how good he has come to become a father

-When they get angry, fussy or whiny Nanami always give them good examples instead of lashing out on them or giving them punishment, he would usually say something like “I can’t understand you if you’re whiny baby, let’s calm down so daddy can understand” “How about we take deep breathes, ill do it with you” even if the child would say no “Its okay you dont have to, or how about giving me a hug, Yeah?” he’d do anything to calm them down without hurting them

-The tone of him speaking to them is so soft and affirming MANS LIKE HIPNOTIZING THEM TO LISTEN TO HIM BY JUST HIS VOICE

-Everytime the kid calms down from a temper or does what he wants correctly he would encourage them by saying “Good job!” “Thank you sweetheart… you did great” or either give them a hug for accomplishing it

-Oh and don’t get me wrong he’s REALLY good at reading body languages, if he sees one of them having a panic attack he would reasure that “everythings okay” “You’ll be fine” “Wan’t to hold my hand?” 

-A lot of people might say to him that praising a child will make them spoiled but honestly Nanami sees praising as a love language for them like “I love you” “Very good!” “You did great sweety” “Amazing!”

-Nanami is not a touchy person but when it comes to his kids he will always and let me tell you ALWAYS HUG THEM it keeps them relaxed and understand each other

-He would teach them good manners either greeting someone older or when mistakes happen he would always remember to stay calm and tell them that mistakes do happen and thats okay but you should clean up afterwards, or it is not okay to touch daddy’s or mommy’s things without permission. AND OF COURSE he would tell them to always say “Please” and “Thank you”

-If he did make mistakes he would apologize to them and talk to them in a nice way so they could calm down from their anger “Alright listen, its daddy’s fault and i’m sorry i didn’t mean to, maybe we can make a new one together later okay?”

-He’s a supportive dad alright he does abseloutly what he could to support the little kiddo you guys have 

[donutloverxo]

Good little girl

*gif is not mine*

Note - Requested by @holacia2 and a part two to good little wife. And special thanks to @gotnofucks for all her help! I'm so overwhelmed with all the love that fic got I hope y'all like this little follow up as well❤❤

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Summary - Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems?

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, younger woman/older man, daddy kink, soft dark!Andy, SO MUCH MISOGYNY, housewife kink, innocence kink, (accusations of) cheating, arranged/forced marriage, spanking, possessive Andy.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 4.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio and the pinned post!

You handed your mother the brownies you had baked, she thanked you, telling you how it was so unnecessary, before Andy placed the wine you had gotten on the way over on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you go keep your father in law company, Andrew?” your mom told him. He only nodded before making way to his boss.

“So? How are things going with him?” she asked. “You are positively glowing honey! Do you have any good news yet?”

“Mom!” you gasped.

Over the past seven months you had only seen your mother a handful of times. You were still a bit upset with her for marrying you off to an older man you barely knew, a man who you thought despised you so much he refused to even touch you.

You knew she didn’t really have a say in it. Your father never really valued her opinion, there was no way she would’ve been able to stop it but she hadn’t even so much as tried.

“No, I don’t. And I won’t any time soon,” you huffed.

While being a mother was something you’d like to experience someday, you didn’t know if you were quite ready for it yet. Which was good because Andy didn’t want kids for the next few years either, he had taken you to a doctor to get you on birth control as soon as the holidays were over.

He stated that he wasn’t ready to share you just yet. That he wasn’t sure he wants his kids to be a part of the mob, which you didn’t want either.

“Oh, but you have to, cookie. I need a distraction. Being a mom is all I’ve ever known and ever since you left the house has been so empty.”

“Well, what about daddy?” you frowned. He had never really liked spending time with your siblings or your mother, but to leave her be on her own like that.

“He’s always with Charlotte,” she rolled her eyes. “I would’ve been fine with it, he’s always been like that, can’t expect him to change now, but he brought her here, now, to a family dinner.” She sighed in resignation.

You had heard a familiar high pitched annoying laugh upon coming home, but you thought that to be one of your brothers floozies.

Charlotte, or Cherry, used to be a good friend of yours in college. Before you brought her home for the holidays of your freshman year and she decided to shack up with your married father, who was almost thrice her age. You lost touch with her after that.

“I’m telling you, honey, a kid is a good way of securing your marriage and starting a family. You are young now... but you will grow old someday. Andrew’s a good man... but he is still a man at the end of the day.”

You scoffed at that, “I won’t have you talking that way about my husband! We are already a family, we’re in love each other and he’s nothing like dad.”

She gave you a teary smile, “Young love--is just so innocent and beautiful. You always see the best in people, cookie. I hope I’m wrong about this. Any man would be an idiot to not appreciate you.”

“Andy does appreciate me. And take good care of me, ma...” you trailed off.

He did take good care of you. After the night you consummated your marriage he brought you breakfast in bed. He hadn’t kept his hands off of you for the past few weeks, doting on you any chance he could get, telling you he loved you every chance he got.

But you wondered... did he love you?

The kind of love you’d only ever read about in classical novels. The kind of love you’d dreamt of having ever since you could remember, the kind you thought you once had with someone, but didn’t. You didn’t love Alex the way you love Andy. You were in love with the idea of Alex. You knew Andy now. You knew how kind, passionate and fierce he was, your love for him consumed every single part of you. Where you would literally die for him.

But did he love you for you. Or was he just lonely because it was Christmas. You had avoided taking the tree and the decorations down, begging him, even dropping to your knees and making love to him with your mouth, you didn’t know much but Cherry had taught you that you could get men to do anything for you just by kneeling before them.

While he was very obviously pleased with your passion, returning the favor tenfold, till your thighs burned from his bread and you were shouting for him to stop, he still took the decorations down. He said he wanted to start anew this year. He made a resolution to be the best husband he could.

But you were going to protect your heart this time, hope for the best but still prepare for the worst.

Unfortunately, you had been seated next to Cherry. You found out that your father was living with her now and that while she had hoped he’d leave his wife for her there, but apparently there was no such luck.

“They never leave their wives do they,” she shook her head. “Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be saying these things to you...”

“Its alright,” you shrugged. It would be hard to see your mother be unhappy but there was never any love between your parents. Your mother had learned to live without him and find happiness in other things, and other people, she was just a bit more sneaky about it.

“Well...” you hesitated “how do you keep a man?”

“What kind of question is that?” she giggled. “There are many ways to keep a man but you’ll have to be a bit more specific...”

You ended up changing the subject. The kind of questions you wanted to ask were not suitable for the dinner table, and you didn’t like the way Andy was staring daggers at the pair of you, almost displeased with the two of you chatting.

***

You smiled at him from the passenger seat when he put his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. He had been quite the whole ride home so you decided to speak first.

“Can’t believe Cherry’s like my... step mom.” You laughed out loud at such a ridiculous notion.

“Step mom?” he furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I’m just joking,” you waved him off. “Dad would never leave my ma. He’ll move on to another one soon enough.”

He hummed, nodding, “Alright. I was just worried she was troubling you at dinner.”

“What would you have done if she was? Would you swop in like a knight in shining armor and save me from the big meanie?”

“You know I would,” he smiled.

You had asked for a piggy back ride from Andy from the garage to your home, he rolled his eyes and tried to say no but then gave in when you used your princess eyes on him.

He placed you on top of your bed, kissing the tip of your nose, he started unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.

“Andy... um... Daddy?” you corrected yourself instantly.

He liked you addressing him as that whenever you both were alone, he had warned you that you would receive a punishment if you ever failed to comply.

You didn’t know what his punishment would be and you didn’t plan on finding out anytime soon. You’d withhold all affection from him if he ever dared take away the platinum card from you, or lower your allowance as your father had told him to at the dinner, ‘to tame you' supposedly.

But that wasn’t a very good plan... what if he just looked for love elsewhere.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Um... do you think... you would ever take a mistress?” you gulped and prepared yourself for his answer.

“I wouldn’t...” you sighed in relief, “one woman is enough trouble.” he said flatly.

“Daddy!!” you whined, stomping your foot on the floor and folding your hands over your chest.

And he had the audacity to laugh. His laughter at your expense only fuelled your anger. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

He finally stopped laughing, “Look at you being a big girl,” he tried to pinch your cheek but you swatted his hand away. “You don’t wanna be daddy’s little girl anymore?” he pouted.

“No... no I do!” you answered all too eager. “I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too, honey. I shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” you hugged his hard stomach, rubbing your cheek against his undershirt. “It’s mean, and you promised not to be mean to me.”

“I was just teasing,” he cooed, stroking your hair. And while you knew that and secretly enjoyed it even, you still wanted a serious answer out of him.

“I intend to keep my vows forever. There is just no way I could ever want anyone who’s not you.”

“Really?” you propped your chin on his abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.”

***

“Um... I’m here to see Andy,” you told the lady sitting outside of, what you had been told was Andy’s office, you assumed her to be his secretary Erica.

You always packed a lunchbox for Andy, always remembering to leave a sweet note for him and he would always call you to thank you for it. You also made sure to have dinner ready before he got home on the nights he wasn’t taking you out on the town. It was just your duty as a good wife.

But Andy had been working way too much the past couple of weeks. Where he would be gone before you wake up and be back when you were already in bed. You knew his job was demanding, working for your father and being a partner in a law firm, the job was like a mistress, stealing your man away...

So you simply decided to make his favorite, food pack it up and come to him to eat it together.

“Mrs Barber! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she gave you a toothy smile, shaking your hand.

You would’ve been happy, elated that Andy talks so much about you at work. If you hadn’t smelled her perfume. So familiar... you couldn’t quite place it at first but then you remembered.

The night you had slaved away, hoping to profess your love to your husband, when he had rejected you and smelled of chanel.

“That’s a nice scent...” you wondered out loud.

“Oh thank you! I love it as well,” she said, taking in a whiff of the inside of her wrist. “It’s the new chanel one!”

“Hmm....”

You almost didn’t hear Andy calling for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kissed your cheek.

You set the food before him, thinking of telling him what was on your mind.

Was he really so cliché to have an affair with his secretary?

Could you really blame him though? Although you had been married for almost seven months, you were strangers living under the same roof for the majority of them. He wasn’t really cheating... but what if he was still doing it?

“Honey,” he shook you to get your attention. “What’s up with you today? I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

“You’re always working.” You complained.

“Well...” he grinned, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you on his lap, “I have to. If I had the choice I would never come into work, I would stay home forever, between your legs, right... here,” he snaked a hand up your leg and stroked the inside of your thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, “I’ve been so lonely without you.”

He hummed, biting the shell of your ear before speaking into it, “I know, honey. I miss you too. But you do still remember the number one rule right?”

“Yes, daddy. Never touch myself without your permission.”

“And why is that?”

You whined, to embarrassed to say the words, “Because... it’s your... pussy.” You replied in a small shy voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s mine to do whatever I want with,” he cupped your mould, just to demonstrate what he meant but then frowned when he felt your soft curls and wet slick against his palm.

“You’re not wearing any panties, sweetheart.” He noted, surprised to your boldness.

“Um... I must’ve forgot.”

So maybe you had ulterior motives behind coming here. Your body was used to be doted on everyday now, and to not have his touch for so long was agonising. You had hoped to maybe bend down to pick up a napkin that fell ever so conveniently and flash him, it would work, he would be driven mad.

“Forgot huh?” You nodded in reply as he gathered your slick in his fingers, tracing your labia with them. “That’s too bad, If you had left them on purpose I would’ve cancelled my meeting and fucked you right here. But since it was just an innocent mistake I wouldn’t do that,” he retreated his hand, placing a soft kiss on your hair. “Thanks for lunch.”

***

You were determined to prove your worth to Andy. If he did have a mistress, whether it be his secretary or any other woman, he would forget all about her when he saw how you could do everything for him.

You had went all out today, baking a pie and a four course meal from scratch, lighting up candles, the pink babydoll that Andy had gifted you was under your dress.

He was as always exhausted when he got home, his face visibly lighting up upon seeing you, you took his hand in yours taking him to the couch and making him a glass of whiskey, you handed it to him before kneeling on the soft rug.

“You work so hard, daddy,” you murmured as your fingers worked on unzipping his pants.

He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that, honey,” cupping your cheek in his plan, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you blinked at him.

He groaned, unable to say no when you looked so willing to please him, but at the same time he wanted to do more with you. To cuddle and watch a movie and talk, it felt as if he hadn’t in ages.

“Very well,” he nodded.

With the green signal from him, you licked your lips, tasting some of your minty gloss, taking his length out of the confines of his underwear, you took a minute to simply marvel at the sheer size and beauty of it.

You licked a stripe up the underside of it, suckling at the crown, you remembered that he liked that the best, at least from the way he twisted his hand in your hair, pulling at it till it caused a slight burn to your scalp.

You slurped his precum up before he pushed his hips up till his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, didn’t take him long to come down your throat.

His neck and cheek covered in a crimson blush, his chest heaving as he threw his head back against the couch.

“You did good, honey...” he rasped. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He absolutely loved the dinner you had made for him. But when you subtly, because you were raised to be a good lady and wife, tried to coax him to make love to you before bed, he.... rejected you.

Sure, he was kind about it. He told you he was simply tired and would make it up to you. But it was still shocking how a man as insatiable as him would ever say no. You truly didn’t know what to make of it.

***

“Oh... I don’t know about this... it’s a bit too bold for me,” you bit your lip.

“Just try it on! You might end up liking it!” Cherry urged you, putting the bright red lipstick on you without waiting for an answer, “There is nothing more classic than a red lip. Or a red anything. Men go crazy for it.” She told you.

You simply hummed through closed lips as she put some finishing touches on it. “Doesn’t that look nice?” she asked, holding up a mirror before you.

You smiled, it did look different. Maybe different was what you needed. “It’s very pretty. It makes me feel... confident?” Which was strange. Because how could a simple lipstick make you feel confident?

“See! I told you. Confidence is the key to sexiness. Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

***

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes,” you heard Andy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Just a minute,” you said, perfecting your edges with a lip brush.

This was something you had never done before. You wore a lot of lingerie for Andy, but most of them were cute pastels or white nighties or babydolls. Nothing like what you were wearing right now...

A sheer black lacy body suit that clung to your body, leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Top that off with your red lip... you looked like some kind of dominatrix. Cherry told you that most men secretly wish to be dominated. Although you highly doubted your daddy would want anything like that. Or would he?

“Alright, I’m coming out,” you announced, before shyly stepping out, your eyes trained on the floor as you twiddled with your fingers to maybe distract you from your nerves. “What do you think?”

He was speechless. His jaw almost dropping on the floor when he saw you like that. So far from his sweet girl. You were just as much beautiful and sexy, and while it wasn’t something he was used or prefer to he would welcome it if it was what you wanted.

He extended an arm to you, ready to tell you that you were sexy, that he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body, that he wanted his cock stained the shade of red you wore on your lips, that he was ready to make up for being away for weeks.

Until he saw... that.

He lowly growled your name, making your head snap up to look at him, “What did you do to your pussy?” Because from what he could see, through the sheer material, there was nothing where your pubic hair used to be.

“Uh... I uh... waxed it...” From the tone of his voice you could tell that he wasn’t too happy about it. “Do you not like it?”

“Like?” he scoffed, shaking his head. Taking a seat on the bedding, “C'mere, let me take a closer look.”

Hesitantly, you walked the few strides it took till you were standing before him.

He studied your mould, trying to take the fabric off so he could see it more properly and then tutting when he couldn’t even open the stupid thing.

“Wait, it um... opens here I think,” you interrupted his scrutiny, undoing the zipper that was on your side and taking the suit off of you.

He sighed in resignation when he saw what you had done, making you regret your ever spending so much money and going through all that pain.

He parted your lips apart, running his fingers along your vulva, acquainting himself with this new strange feel of you, “When did do this?” his blue eyes looked up at you.

“Just a couple of days ago. It’s just hair... it’ll grow back in like three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” he scoffed.

You could feel your eyes getting misty. You tried to go all out for him, to please him, be completely naked and vulnerable before him, only to have him get angry at you.

“You don’t like it,” you sniffled.

His furrowed brow softened when he saw you crying, pulling you down till you were straddling his lap, “The question isn’t whether I like it or not,” he explained, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks, “I could... maybe live with it. But I wouldn’t prefer it.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“But for you to have done this,” he touched your newly waxed skin and almost winced at the smoothness, “You must’ve let someone else see you naked. See what belongs to me.”

“Bu - but they were all women...” you stammered, squirming in his lap as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tutted, pushing two fingers inside you, “Only I get to see you. This is MY pussy. Only I get to decide what to do with it. Do you understand?”

You nodded, holding onto his tshirt as he twisted his fingers inside you. “So-sorry, daddy.”

“No, honey, since you were bad you don’t get to call me daddy. For tonight you will address me as sir. And of course you’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?” you pouted. “Can’t you just let me go since it was my first strike? I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

“No, you have to learn your lesson. Come on,” you yelped as he manhandled you so you were face down across his lap, “What is your safe word?”

“Unicorns” you giggled. You thought you were so witty for coming up with it. Since he for some reason was jealous of your unicorn stuffie.

He hummed, stroking the soft skin of your butt, “How does twenty sound?”

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, looking at him over your shoulder, “No!” you said.

He didn’t really plan on spanking you... did he? He liked swatting your ass here and there, and truth be told you liked it too. But you had never been spanked or even hit as a punishment.

“Well, if not this then maybe we can make you go a week without cumming.”

Your gasp was louder and even more incredulous this time. You could most definitely take twenty swats, but just the thought of not being able to finish, after knowing what an orgasm with Andy feels like, made you shiver.

“You will count each one, and then thank me for it. You are grateful I’m teaching you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“Do you know how to count to twenty? Or would I have to teach you that too?” he asked ever so condescendingly as you huffed.

“Of course I do! I was just two semesters away from graduating college!” Never mind that you learned that in kindergarten.

“That’s good. Are you ready?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he got in position.

With a nod from you he delivered the first slap to your right buttcheek, the sound of it reverberating in the room, his palm stinging slightly as he stroked the skin he had just punished, it was already warmer.

“One, sir. Thank you, sir,” you held onto a moan, it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be...

You jerked forward as he unceremoniously hit your other cheek, since you were unprepared for it, and he was much more brutal.

“Tw-two, sir,” you sniffled.

You considered throwing in the towel and saying your safe word by the time fifteen rolled around. Your behind was on fire, while you couldn’t see it, you just knew it was bruised. But you wanted to be good for Andy and it was wrong of you to do something that drastic without his permission.

“Sixteen...” you hiccupped. You could feel your slick running down your thighs but at this point... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you want a break?” he asked, taking pity on you.

You nodded frantically, “Yes please! Can you... can you touch me? Down there?” Since the pain in your throbbing pussy was unbearable. If you didn’t receive any attention, you might actually burst.

“Down where? Here?” He had the audacity to play down, while you were suffering, and touch the back of your knee to patronise you.

“No!” you whined.

“Well then you’ll have to be a bit more specific, princess.”

“In my... between my legs... my pussy...”

“Are you sure you deserve it though?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that, “No I don’t. Not until I finish my punishment.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his hand massaging your raw ass as your heart swelled in pride.

“Nineteen, sir,” your mind was hazy. It didn’t even feel as if you were in your reality anymore... it was as if you were floating, while you could still hear and feel him spanking you, for some reason it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“The last one, doll, hang in there,” he said before delivering the last swat.

You whimpered, “Twenty, thank you, sir,” willing your nose with the back of your hand.

Andy collected your weak form in his big string arms, rocking you back and forth in his lap as he kept whispering soft praises in your hair, “My sweet beautiful doll,” he pecked you on your lips.

“Sorry about your pants, daddy...” you said when you realised what a wet mess you had made on him.

He shushed you, “Don’t you worry about that right now. Do you want to take a bath?”

You pouted, your red lip jutting out, “No.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“We have to be careful about your butt, baby,” he said as he gently placed you on the mattress.

Your head on your pillow, besides your two most trusted stuffies--your unicorn and teddy. Andy only allowed you two in the bed after complaining they made it hard for him to cuddle you. You demanded he buy you a shelf to display them or you would go back to your old room. Which of course made him comply instantly.

You made grabby hands at him, impatient to have him closer to you, but then were glad he took the time to take off his tshirt so you could ogle the wide expanse of his chest, the light scattering of fuzzy hair over it, his numerous tattoos along with one of your name, which marked him as yours forever.

He took a hardened nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other, nudging your legs apart to make room for him, he placed his length at your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you, letting you get accustomed to the size of him. Although your pussy was always so welcoming to him, he knew you often struggled to take him.

You whimpered at him, tears rolling off of your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No... it’s just so good,” you sniffled.

“Okay, just hold on,” you held onto his shoulders as he slowly fucked in to you.

Your pussy clamping around his length, the soles of your feet digging into his ass, “Can I come, daddy?”

“Of course, baby. You earned it.” He groaned, his hips hammering against yours as you bit his neck, letting out a muffled scream.

You hummed against his neck when you felt his warm release fill you up, he pulled out of you, frowning when he looked at your naked and hairless pussy, dripping with his cum.

“From now on I’ll be picking out your clothes,” he stated, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed.

“And no more surprise bikini waxes.”

“Mmm...” If that’s what you had to do to get in trouble and be punished, then so be it. “We’ll see.”

***

Three days later

“Lotion time, doll,” Andy said, pausing the movie you were both watching to go get said lotion.

He had rubbed your lotion on your backside when he spanked you and decided that he wanted to be the one putting your body lotion on you from now on since he had too much fun doing it. He insisted on doing it twice everyday since it was still very cold.

You followed him to the bedroom, lying face down on the bed a he squeezed some on his palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

You winced just a little, your skin still a bit sensitive, you even had to sit on a pillow the time.

“Will you be going back to work tomorrow?” you wanted to know.

He didn’t like the sadness in your voice, “Yes,” he sighed. He hated leaving you all by yourself.

“I’ll be all alone then.”

“Didn’t you want to go back to college?” He remembered you telling him that your parents forced you to drop out so that you would marry him.

“I do actually. Hate leaving things incomplete... maybe I can even go to a law school and become a lawyer like you!” you perked up.

“You’re not working for your father though, you’re too good for that world.”

“You’re too good for him too.” You said. “Maybe I can work with you.” And you and him could be like a power couple. It would be so exciting.

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[angry-geese]

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: nsfw. Fingering, tender sex, morning sex, praise kink (sort of), unprotected sex/breeding kink, mention of pregnancy (its like one sentence). Established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut. Afab reader.

Notes: domsetic fluff turned morning sex

Days where you wake up in his arms are rather rare.

Usually, he's ready for work by the time you get up. His day starts earlier than yours. You still make it a point to give him a kiss before he leaves. He'd often have something for breakfast ready, and make you lunch if he had the time. Nanami was always a better cook- you were a bit of a terror in the kitchen. When he arrived home he'd tell you little about his work. You knew of it, although he had little to say. He only actively spoke of it if he had overtime, and only to complain.

That didn't mean you weren't curious. There were a million questions you had for him; if he answered one, it would only add to the growing pile of other ones.

Married life wasn't what you expected.

It took a year to convince him to date you. Prior to that, the two of you had been roommates for nearly the same time. Over time you had gotten used to having him around. He was the one constant in life. People came and went, jobs you started and quit, but he was always there.

Things weren't all that different from the way they were before. Switching to married life felt natural. So much so that it was a bit frightening. It makes you wonder if this is all there is to it. If that's the case, then you could live with it.

You're not quite sure what wakes you up, but you're surprised to feel his body still beside you. Early morning light streams in through the cracks in the curtains. His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody mixed with something sweet, like vanilla—still hangs onto him. Uncertain if he's still awake, you call out his name. To no response.

Slowly his hand creeps up your thigh, resting on your stomach for a moment before he's pressing his thumb under the waistband of your shorts. Nanami's touches are feather-light as his fingers just barely ghost over your skin. The soft feeling of his thumb grazing your clit makes you jump. He smooths a hand over your hair, cooing words of praise as he leans forward to nip at your ear. Goosebumps raise along your shoulder.

Nanami presses a quick kiss to your neck, going back to suck a dark mark into the skin. It'll be hard to cover up tomorrow. Gently he drags his thumb across your slit through the thin fabric of your panties. You part your legs just a bit to give him more room. He shoves down your shorts—along with your panties—baring your sex. You lift your hips for just a moment to kick them off, throwing them to the side. Your shirt quickly goes the same way. Then his. Nanami pulls you in for a quick kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip until you let his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of the slick muscle is intoxicating. You're already half drunk off the scent of his cologne.

He knows just how to make you melt under his touch. He has a way of pressing your buttons, leaving you crawling back for more. Part of you is embarrassed at how quickly you turn to putty in his hands.

When he pulls away, there's an audible pop! as your lips part. He leans back down to kiss you again. It's only a peck this time, but the same amount of fire is behind it.

A low laugh escapes him when he feels the slick that's collected between your legs. In any other circumstance you'd be a bit embarrassed at how quickly he riles you up. He hooks his arm under your knee, forcing your legs further apart. His thumb brushes over your clit, working in soft, teasing motions. When you try to grind down onto his hand, he simply huffs and pulls his hand away, leaving you aching with need.

"Ken, please-"

"Please what?" He asks. "Use your words..."

"Fuck me!"

To that, he cruelly laughs. The noise comes from low in his chest. You're almost ashamed at the throb it sends right to your cunt. Almost.

He mutters a soft "good" as he eyes you up and down, sizing you up like you're some sort of opponent.

He works you open with his fingers. Just the one at first—then adding a second—rubbing against your g-spot. His fingers are thin, but long, and know just where to prod in a way that makes you whimper. Your eyes roll back when he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. Nanami takes notice of this, and proceeds to add a third. His thumb rubs small circles against your clit. A familiar heat pools low in your stomach. His touches only make you more needy. When your pussy clamps around his fingers—you're close to your own release—he realizes his own need, pressing against your back. Grinding against your thigh only does so much.

Typically he isn't the type to tease. It makes you wonder what's gotten him so worked up.

He pinches your clit between two of his fingers before resuming their circles. His movements are skilled—he's had practice—making you melt under his touch. The wetness that collects between your thighs nearly drips down his hand, making it glisten in the low light.

He finds the squeal you make when you cum endearing, using the moment to kiss you, right on the corner of your lips.

You ride out your orgasm on his hand; shaky, but nearly ready for another round. It won't take you long- he's seen it happen before. Soon you're sitting up, facing him, your cheeks red and your lips bitten pink. He commits the look of your flushed form to memory.

He'd have to tease you more often.

Nanami palms himself through his boxers. He frees his leaking cock. The head is a ruddy color, and rather angry looking, swollen with need. His spare hand moves to knead the soft flesh of your breasts, working your nipples into stiff peaks. He guides your hand to his cock, closing your fist around his member. It's long—a little over six inches—but not too thick. The weight of it is heavy in your hands. You give him a few teasing pumps, making sure your touches are achingly slow. Instantly he notices, giving one of your nipples a harsh pinch, though not hard enough to hurt. When you squeak and mumble a weak: "I'm sorry" he only nips at your ear and chuckles. Any attempt you make to regain control of the situation only digs your grave deeper.

"Are you going to be good?" His lips press against your temple.

Weakly you nod.

"Good." He coos. "You're always so good for me."

He shifts so you're left lying on your stomach underneath him, hips lifted slightly and pulled flush to his. Your body is tacky with sweat—maybe a bit of saliva too—he drags you in closer. Nanami leans forward to mumble into your ear. Sometime during this his teeth find your shoulder, your flesh sporting a crescent shaped mark to show. You're not quite sure if it'll bruise. Probably.

"Had to work overtime." He says, the slightest bit of venom in his tone. "Again. Not happy."

At this you let out a small giggle. That's the second time this week. That must be why he came home so late last night. He never tried to hide his dislike for it. Instead of chatting with you, he simply went to bed.

The head of his cock presses against your entrance, slick with his own need. There's no resistance as he presses right into you, although he still gives you a moment to adjust. Nanami fits right in you, your pussy so tight and warm around him. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to how good you feel. He's had his fair share of partners, but they all pale in comparison to you.

His large hands knead at the flesh of your ass and thighs. He's always admired how soft you are; the curve of your breasts, your stomach, your hips. Even the harsh angles of your face, the way it twists and contorts in pleasure. To him, you were truly the most beautiful thing in existence. There's not much he wouldn't do for you.

He's always preferred to fuck you slow and deep. He could watch you squirm and writhe under him for hours if you'd let him. Nanami has never been one for quickies. Sometimes they're nice, but he always prefers to take his time with you.

Slowly he rolls his hips against yours. You inhale sharply, gripping at the sheets. His pace starts out a bit slow, but he leaves none of your sweet spots untouched.

The second you start to get a bit loud he pulls out, making you whine in frustration.

"Needy today, aren't we, love?"

You grovel at the pet name, hardly amused. "Just touch me dammit."

Nanami's relatively collected demeanor falters when you clench around him, pulling him back in. His fingers dig into your hips, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped indents in your skin.

"Oh fuck-" his thrusts grow erratic, "fuck! I love you I love you I-"

"I love you too!"

His fingers lace with yours. Momentarily he brings your hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. The action is so slow and soft you're not quite sure if you feel it.

"I'm so happy I married you."

His free hand goes back to toying with your clit, harshly pinching the bud between two fingers before tracing circles around it. The movements are a bit erratic. He must be close. To stifle a groan, he leans forward, sinking his teeth into the junction of flesh where your shoulder and neck meet. Not hard enough to hurt, although it may leave a bruise. Some possessive feeling deep within him made him proud of the marks he left.

It's enough to send you over the edge. The dam has broken, the floodgates have opened. You cum around him hard, your entire body shuddering as you cry out. The neighbors certainly can hear. Noise complaints happen a bit too often for your liking. He groans as his own release paints your walls white. You feel so full.

Nanami pulls out slowly as to not spill any of his cum, taking a moment to admire his work, and the look of your fucked-out form; the red handprints on your ass, the nail marks in your soft flesh, the way your neck and chest blush along with your face. It makes him wonder how you'd look with your belly swollen with his child.

He'd have to do this more often.

Dramatically you flop down on the bed, chest heaving. A single drop of cum spills onto the sheets. He lays down beside you, taking a moment to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You'd be sore tomorrow. Your neck already sports red teeth marks, and half-faded hickeys. He presses a kiss to the mark, rather proud of his work. His arms snake around your body, holding you close to him.

Nanami has never been this much in love.

You're half asleep when he pulls away. It's almost time for him to head to work. Gojo needs his help with something, he's not quite sure what.

Gojo can wait.

He's tucking himself back into his boxers and getting out of bed by the time you turn around. If he notices you staring, he says nothing about it.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"I'm making breakfast."

[keanureevesisbae]

Dear Evelyn - The Middle

Sergeant Hank Voight x Evelyn Jones-Lesmono (Asian ofc)

Summary: Evelyn and Audrey are put in a safehouse and Hank happens to live there too.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Mention of domestic abuse and violence. If this triggers you, please do not continue to read this story.

masterlist // dear evelyn masterlist //

A safe house requires paperwork and in this case paperwork was out of the question, so Hank did the only logical thing: his house became the safe house of Evelyn and Audrey. 

While the rest of the team continued to work from the office, Hank stayed at his home, close to the two ladies. The cover story was that Hank was following a lead out of state, meaning his car was hidden for the public.

Hidden for Gary Jones.

‘He had isolated me way before we officially got married,’ Evelyn says, while Audrey is in front of the television, curled up on the couch and mindlessly watching whatever program was on. The girl instantly made herself at home, loving the fact they got to stay somewhere different.

A place with an actual room and a bed for her to sleep in.

‘But it gotten worse when I got pregnant with Audrey and we found out she was a girl,’ she continued. ‘Gary wanted to have a son. You know, that pile of bullshit about passing on the family name or whatever.’

While Audrey is comfortable, Evelyn is still on edge, having been on the run for quite some time. She has her arms crossed tightly in front of her chest, her jaw clenched and her shoulders stiff. 

‘He always had this… mean streak to him, in the way he spoke,’ Evelyn continued, ‘but after Audrey was born, it got to another level. When she was one years old, he pushed her down the stairs. I got so mad at him, leaving me with a brutal concussion as I was smacked against the wall. We were rushed to the hospital, under the pretext I tripped and fell down the stairs with Audrey.’

Hank had already read that in her file. He had asked Gary about it. Knowing damn well he could lose his job, he didn’t press like he’d usually do, but he knew Gary was lying to his face.

And the stories continued. The verbal abuse. The physical abuse. How her father didn’t listen to her, told her to get a grip and just be the wife Gary deserved.

But Evelyn had really reached her limits when she was on the receiving end of yet another hit, another blow to the face, the one that left these marks. While Gary went to work, she grabbed her things and left.

‘But after that, I had nowhere to go,’ she whispered. ‘So, the motel was basically a way station, however I had to go somewhere. Somewhere safe, but I have no one. My marriage to Gary left me alienated from my former friends.’ Evelyn took a deep breath. ‘And you probably read about my pathetic past, how I don’t have family left after my father died and my mom didn’t know what to do with herself after that…’

He nodded. ‘You mentioned something earlier,’ he said. ‘How you documented everything?’

Now it was her time to nod. ‘Not everything, but a lot. I secretly installed cameras in the house. It’s just… It’s me against the Superintendent. I’m a nobody compared to him.’

Hank thought about what he should say for a second. ‘You’re not a nobody,’ he said. ‘We’re going to win this. Where do you have it?’

She bit her bottom lip. ‘Gary told me about your reputation,’ she said. ‘How you were a dirty cop.’

It stung, though he didn’t show it.

‘But I know better than that,’ Evelyn admitted. ‘When you’re the daughter of one and married to one, you can recognize them from a mile away. And you Hank, are not a dirty cop.’ She grabbed her bag and held out a USB stick. ‘I’ve got three of those,’ she said. ‘One here, two hidden.’

‘Tell me,’ he said. 

She shook her head. ‘But if you need to, the clues are either hidden in Audrey’s stuff and at an old deposit.’

Hank understood she had to be careful and respected it. ‘I’ve got you, Evelyn,’ he said to her. ‘Both of you.’

‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘But I’m just so afraid.’

‘As long as you’re here, the two of you will be safe.’

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

The next morning, he called his team and sent Mouse the files on the USB. Gary Jones was still left in the dark about the finding of his wife, but according to Ruzek, someone else had been circling the motel for quite some time now. They were now looking into that certain someone, hoping that through him, they could make an even better case.

Hank was sitting in the kitchen, taking a sip of his morning coffee, when he heard quick little footsteps descending from the stairs and Audrey appeared in the kitchen. She wore a sweet pink pajama, her hair in knots because of sleep, therefore slightly frizzy. Like her mom, Audrey had a huge amount of curls. Audrey and Evelyn were basically twins with an age difference. The same huge dark brown eyes, light brown skin and the same facial expressions. 

‘Good morning,’ he said to the girl. ‘You slept well?’

Audrey nodded. ‘Mommy is still asleep,’ she said in all seriousness. 

‘Then we better be quiet,’ Hank said, standing up from his seat. ‘Want something to drink? I’ve got… Water and orange juice.’

‘Water, please,’ Audrey politely said, climbing on a chair and sat at the kitchen table. As Hank filled a glass of water for her, Audrey asked: ‘Is my dad mad at me?’

Hank frowned. ‘Why would you think that?’

Audrey sighs. ‘Well, he yells at mommy and me sometimes. Now I’m away without telling him. I think he’d be mad at me.’

‘Do you mind that? You went away?’ he asked, when he placed down the glass of water in front of her, taking a seat on his chair again.

She shook her head. ‘He was mean to mommy,’ she told Hank. ‘Dad was always really mean.’

Hank sighed deeply, reliving the footage Evelyn had. Little Audrey had been the witness of multiple terrifying beatings and he can still her screams and sobs in his mind. That must’ve been terrible for her.

‘You’re protecting us?’ she then asked.

‘I am.’

Audrey took a sip of her water. ‘Cool. You think dad is going to find us?’

‘No and if so, I’ll protect you two.’

She smiled widely. She tilted her head, after she took a sip of her water again. ‘Who’s that boy on the pictures?’ she asked.

‘That’s my son Justin,’ Hank said. ‘He… He died.’

‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ She appeared empathetic. Her mother has done an excellent job of raising her. She slides off her chair, before making her way over to him. She climbed on his lap. ‘And Justin with the little baby?’

‘That’s my grandson. He’s still alive.’

‘But not here?’

‘Not here.’

‘Okay,’ she said, clearly taking in the information. She placed her head his chest and exhaled deeply. ‘I always wanted a little sister,’ Audrey admitted, ‘but dad wanted a boy. He even wanted me to be a boy.’

The fact this five year old girl knew damn well her father wanted her to be a boy, probably despised her for it, broke Hank’s heart. ‘Well, your mom loves you a lot,’ he said. ‘That’s way more important.’

She nodded. ‘My mommy’s in pain, isn’t she?’

Hank couldn’t answer that. 

‘She always thinks she hides it well, but she doesn’t. She has a big scar on her side. Now, she has a big bruise on her upper leg too. Not just her face.’

Hank shook his head, realizing how hard this must’ve been for the two of them. ‘Your mom is very brave,’ he told her. ‘So, you always respect her and love her a lot, okay?’

Audrey nodded. ‘I promise, sir.’

‘Call me Hank,’ he said. ‘Sir makes me so old.’

‘But aren’t you?’ she whispered with a mischievous grin.

‘A little,’ he chuckled. ‘So do it for me, okay? Call me Hank.’

‘Okay, I can do that.’ She sat up straighter and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. ‘Thank you for protecting us.’

He patted her back. ‘Of course, little one.’

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While a good case was building, the team tried to catch the guy who also appeared to hunt down the motel for Evelyn. Hank witnessed it all from a distance, both grateful and a little disappointed he couldn’t be there, but he trusted his team. They’d do good, he was sure of it.

Meanwhile, he had a lot of time to spend with Audrey and Evelyn. Audrey was a sweet girl to be around with. Asking him a lot of questions, about Camille and Justin. She was a curious one, but also very respectful. She even told him that crying could help, but that he didn’t have to if that wasn’t for him. 

She was an easy one to entertain. With the television, some books and coloring, she was a happy girl.

Audrey had fallen asleep on the couch, and Evelyn was watching her from a distance. ‘Thank you again,’ Evelyn said, as she turned to Hank. ‘For all of this. I don’t know if I were able to do this or handle this myself.’

‘It’s all good, Evelyn.’

She placed her hand on his arm and said: ‘I don’t know how to thank you.’

‘No need to,’ he said.

‘Could you carry her to bed?’ she then asked him. ‘It’s that my arm still hurts.’

He nodded and carefully lifts up the little girl. She stirred a little bit, however quickly curled up in his arms. Hank carried her to the bedroom she shared with her mother and placed her in the bed, before tucking her in. 

‘She feels safe with you,’ Evelyn confided to him, as she didn’t close the door behind her and made her way downstairs with him. ‘Audrey has issues trusting people.’

‘And rightfully so,’ he said. 

The two of them settled on the couch and Evelyn carefully rubbed her face. ‘We really owe you,’ she then admitted and the fact she’s here, without Hank asking for anything in return, is truly bothering her. 

‘Don’t you worry about it. First, we need to get your husband to jail, make sure you’re getting a divorce and then we’ll see what happens then, okay?’

She nodded. ‘I remember the first time I saw you,’ she admits. ‘It was at this ball or something, don’t quite remember what the occasion was, but Gary really didn’t want to go over and meet you.’

‘I bet he didn’t.’

‘There was only one time where Gary would listen to me and that was if it made him likable to the public.’

‘Rightfully so,’ Hank said. ‘You’re much better company than he is.’

She smiled. ‘He hated your guts. Maybe that’s why I like you.’

He chuckled. It was good to see her like this: little less tense, a little more relaxed. ‘Well, the superintendent and I haven’t really seen eye to eye on anything.’

Evelyn nodded. ‘I don’t want to rely on you too much, but I was wondering if you could help me out with the divorce and everything after that, once this is all over. I will be out of your hair, no worries, but I feel like I’ve been so out of touch with how the world works… I might need some help.’

Hank appreciated her honesty, he could tell this wasn’t an easy question for her to ask. ‘Of course,’ he says. ‘I know a guy who can arrange a divorce for you and you and Audrey will have nothing to do with Gary anymore.’

She let out a sad little smile. ‘Thank you, Hank,’ she said. ‘This means the world to me.’

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Burgess and Roman were guarding the place, which didn’t calm Evelyn’s nerves. Hank told her he had to go to the station, but promised her she was safe. 

But why didn’t she feel safe? 

To get her mind off things, she spend her time in the kitchen, in their bedroom. Sometimes with, sometimes without Audrey. However, then it became obvious Audrey was becoming worried and slightly agitated herself, so Evelyn swallowed her worries and pretended it was all good. A coloring book, some tv, spending time with the two officers here, it was enough to distract Audrey, giving Evelyn time to go over every single thing that had happened in the last few days.

Running away, hiding, being found. Hank had told her over and over again how he was going to keep them safe, but when he said that, he was right here.

Right here to keep her and Audrey safe.

And now he was gone. Not here to calm her down. Not here to protect Audrey.

It was exhausting to be anxious. Fatigue had finally caught up with her. 

The door closed with a loud bang when Evelyn was in the kitchen and Burgess and Roman both barely budged. Burgess was braiding Audrey’s enormous amounts of hair and Evelyn heard her say: ‘Hi Hank. Are you okay?’

‘I’m fine, where’s your mom?’ 

‘In the kitchen.’

Footsteps approached the kitchen and Evelyn leaned against the counter, managing to look up from her feet. ‘And?’ she asked, nervous as to what the outcome might be.

‘You’re safe,’ he said. ‘You’re never going to see him again.’

Breath was caught in her throat. ‘What?’

‘He’s going to jail, Evelyn,’ he said, his voice softer. She had no idea how he managed to get that to happen, but maybe that should remain a story for another time. ‘I know a guy who can arrange a divorce for you,’ he added. ‘It’s all gonna be okay.’

Tears filled her eyes. She had remained her distance from Hank since she got here, but now she couldn’t, because she launched herself in his arms. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered, as his arms pulled her closer to him. And her whisper was quick to turn into a sob.

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[soulmate-game]

Harley's Plea for Help ch. 6

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6-- you are here

Yet another night of barely any sleep, but this time Marinette didn’t have the coffee-angel Red Robin at her rescue. No, instead she had to go completely uncaffeinated until she and her class got to Wayne Enterprises. Madame Mendelieve could only sigh as she watched Marinette scamper off to the café as soon as they made it past the initial security of the building. A couple of her classmates chuckled or snorted at her familiar behavior.

It was the same barista at the register as before, but this time Marinette felt too tired to properly order or be adventurous in looking for new flavors.

“I feel like death. I don’t care if it tastes like pure bean oil today. Flavors will take away from the amount of coffee you can shove in one cup, right?”

The poor barista blinked, eyeing the deep bags forming under the poor girl’s eyes. She sighed. “I had hope yesterday that you were just a normal caffeine addict. Now I see we actually have a second Mister Drake,” she said it as if she was mourning at Marinette’s grave before poking a few buttons on her touchscreen order station and turning her head. “One Insomniac CEO, but not for the boss!” She called out. The barista making the drinks paused for a second with wide eyes.

“We have another one?!” He asked, shocked. “Piece of advice?” He turned to Marinette. “Get some sleep.”

“Sleep is for the dead,” Marinette deadpanned back. “I got stuff I need to do today.”

The guy just shook his head and sighed, making the drink as Marinette paid and left a good tip. The drink came out fairly quickly, and everyone behind the counter stopped for a moment to stare as she gulped down the hot drink with no concern for her tongue or throat. A satisfied sound left her as she finally pulled away from the cup.

“This is really good!” She complimented, turning to the Baristas with a still-tired smile. It would take a minute or two for the coffee to have full effect, but she already felt better. “A little too bitter for my usual tastes, but perfect for days like today. Thanks!” She waved at them before turning around and seeing that her class was already gone again. Before she could fully process that though, a hand slapped down onto her head and ruffled her hair.

Surprised (really, not a lot of people could sneak up on her anymore. Just how tired was she?) she let out a high pitched squeal.

“You’re a good kid,” the soft, slightly scratchy voice that said that made Marinette’s shoulders drop and eyes widen. Tilting her head back she was greeted with the widely-grinning face of Jason Todd. He was once again in the uniform of a security guard.

“Wha— Uh,” Marinette couldn’t quite find the right words right away. She was too stunned. Jason just chuckled, jerking his head to indicate the same door her class had gone through the day before and leading the way over there. Marinette scrambled to catch up.

Once they were far away enough from prying eyes and ears, Marinette cleared her throat.

“Um,” she started. “Did… I mean, do you..?”

“Yeah, our mutual friends had a chat with me last night,” he confirmed casually. He sent her a meaningful look even though his grin never left his face. “Like I said; you’re a good kid. And I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’re not responsible for the things your parents have done, you know.”

The girl at his side hummed noncommittally, not fully convinced but also not wanting to argue.

“You’re not,” he repeated firmly, stopping in the middle of the side-hallway. They could see her class at the other end getting checked in, but didn’t make a move to join them yet. “I mean it. The stuff that happened to me, none of that was you. Hell, you were a little kid back then. And there’s nothing you could have done to stop it, either. I’m not gonna hold anything against you just because you’re his child. You didn’t ask to be,” he shrugged. “Besides, I get it. Biological relation doesn’t equal family. Trust me,” his grin was gone and a tired one replaced it. “I know that better than most people.”

The pigtailed girl could only gulp, taking a deep breath as she forced down the tears that wanted to bubble up. She had had this conversation with Adrien a few times, but even then she had been convinced that he just didn’t understand. He was just being nice. But this— Jason’s words were more valuable than gold to her. He had no reason to be nice, so it had to be at least partially sincere.

“Thanks,” she whispered once she was positive she wasn’t going to break. She lifted her cup up and took a long sip of her coffee. The slight burn against her tongue helped ground her. “That means more than you know.”

Jason chuckled. “Nah. The fact that you stood up for me to the Bat,” his grin returned to his face full blast, making dimples appear on his cheeks. “Now that, you have no idea how much that means to me. You must have some serious guts to lecture that guy, too. Is it too late to adopt you for myself?”

That tore a quick laugh out of her, making her classmate’s head whip over to the opposite end of the hallway where she and Jason were. She quickly quieted herself, but her eyes danced with amusement as she looked up at Jason. “You’re too young to be my parent anyway, but I wouldn’t say no to a brother,” she joked. Jason’s eyes sparkled.

“Good, exactly what I was aiming for!” He slipped a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to her. “That’s my number. Call me if you ever need anything, got it?” He turned to resume leading her back to her class and she quickly slipped the paper into her pocket before anyone saw and got the wrong idea. “And I mean anything.”

Marinette just smiled and nodded. By then, they were close enough for Alya to smirk and ask; “What took ya so long, girl?”

“Oh,” Marinette shuffled a little on her feet before an observation gave her a last minute idea and she straightened up with a wide smile. “We just got distracted talking about motorcycles!”

Jason’s eyebrows raised for a quick second before he settled his expression again and played along. He had figured that not many people knew about her biological family. That part made sense. But she had been a total mess just the day before when she had tried to lie about Paris’ little villain problem in front of Bruce. How was she able to actually come up with a good lie this time around, when she had been just as much put on the spot? He wondered to himself about what was different about this situation to allow her to lie more easily. Maybe Bruce not being there was part of it— she seemed easily flustered by famous people.

Think of the devil, because no sooner had that thought finished developing in Jason’s mind before Bruce Wayne walked into the hallway with a paparazzi-ready smile. Jason rolled his eyes and sunk to the back of the group silently, sinking back into his job and keeping an eye on their surroundings. He listened as Alya laughed softly and elbowed Marinette even as the group turned their attention to Bruce.

“You and your bikes,” Alya teased. “If someone knew enough about motorcycles, I bet you’d marry them on the spot.”

“Nah,” Marinette whispered back. “If they gave me a really nice one though? That’s marriage potential for sure.”

The two girls laughed for a second before focusing back on the tour. Adrien wasted no time making his way to Marinette’s side, silent questions in his eyes. Jason watched with interest as the two seemed to silently communicate with one another. It was obvious that Adrien was calling her lie, and Marinette was essentially silently telling him that she would explain later. It was so seamless and subtle that if Jason hadn’t been extremely familiar with that kind of communication already, he wouldn’t have noticed it. Once again his eyebrows rose a tick on his forehead, and he made a mental note of the interaction. That kind of silent conversation wasn’t an easy thing to do with people. It was most commonly seen in married or otherwise long-term couples, childhood friends, family, or hero partners. The childhood friends and family sections were already ruled out from their background check on her and Harley herself had mentioned that even though Marinette had once crushed on Adrien, she had unofficially adopted the boy as her brother since then. Though, their time as close friends was only documented as having lasted about a year. That wasn’t quite enough time for that sort of effortless silent communication to be possible.

Of course, Jason had his suspicions already. But there was no rush, either. The Clown was on the move and more important to focus on for now. He could focus on the puzzle that was Marinette and Adrien later.

Bruce took over the tour as he had the day before, and the class was instantly riveted once again. If the fact that they were being led through the building by the very man who owned it wasn’t awesome enough to get everyone’s full attention, the man’s personality was. He came off a little carefree and very kind, but there was an obvious undercurrent of just how much he loved his company that showed that he did take it and his job seriously. Just, not too seriously either. And he interjected everywhere he could with personal stories and anecdotes and little bits of his family history that the normal tour guides might not have known. It was not long after he announced that he was going to take them to a lower lab set aside specifically for their class’ tour, so that they could do their first interactive activity, that jason found the opportunity to sidle up next to Marinette on the opposite side from where Adrien walked alongside her.

“So,” he said casually. “How’d you know I ride a motorcycle?” he smirked to show he wasn’t upset as he looked down at her curiously. Marinette blinked, taking her attention away from Bruce to look over at Jason. Once his words registered, she smiled widely and pointed to one of his pockets. The corners of his bike gloves flopped over the edge.

“I noticed those. I figured you’d have a negative reaction that might give us away if my lie was too off the mark, and I do have a habit of saying stupid things if I don’t have a clue or something to play off of. I also had to make it believable for the class, and they all know that my Nonna has played a huge part in my love for motorcycles. I plan on getting a license to drive one when I turn sixteen later this year,” she told him softly. “I tend to gush whenever I see a cool bike, so I knew they wouldn’t question it.”

Jason huffed a little bit of laughter under his breath. It was like the trope of a character looking at random items in the room to come up with a fake name, but somehow it had actually worked for her. She was quick-witted and clever, he had to admit. And observant.

“I was running late, so I must have left them in my pocket when I was changing,” he admitted, unbothered. “Ah, here we are,” he nodded to return the two teen’s (he had noticed Adrien paying close attention as he and Marinette had their conversation) attention back to the tour. Bruce opened the door for the class with a flourish, gesturing for everyone to go in.

“Since these first few days are going to be tours and lessons about working in general, your first activity of your trip is to solve various problems we’ve given you based on real situations that WE employees have been in before. Split up into groups, and choose a table. Each table has a different problem covering a different industry. Reporting, Science— specifically research and development, business management, and entertainment…”

—*—*—*—*—*

“It’s straight,” Adrien assured her, trying to keep himself from laughing as Marinette straightened his tie for the millionth time. “I promise. And you look fantastic.”

Marinette stepped back, nodding at Adrien’s appearance in approval. “I know. We both look great, but…” she fidgeted and then stepped forward to go right back to over-straightening his tie. Adrien snorted, grabbing her hands before she could touch the poor thing again and lowering her arms to her sides.

“Calm down. Like you said, we both look great. You don’t have a single hair out of place, the outfits you made us look amazing, and my tie is at a perfect ninety degree angle to my collar. Take the model’s word for it,” he teased with a lopsided grin. “We look ready for the front cover of a magazine. So just take a deep breath, because we should get down to the lobby soon to wait for the ride he’s sending for us.”

“Right,” Marinette nodded. She followed his advice and took a deep breath. Once she was suitably calmed, she opened her eyes and nodded at him. Adrien smiled and held out his arm, making Marinette snort as she took hold of it gently and let him lead her to the elevator.

Bruce had not specified whether the dinner was going to be casual or formal, but with the fact that his kids were going to be present and it was at his own house, Marinette had a feeling it was going to be more of a casual thing than if they had went out to a fancy restaurant with a black tie dress code. At the same time, this was the Wayne manor they were talking about. She didn’t want to be underdressed, either. Not to mention that it was her design skills that had played a huge part in her winning the contest in the first place, so she felt like she had to show her work again to prove that they had chosen the right person.

A playful wolf whistle greeted the two of them when they got down to the lobby. Alya was, to no one’s surprise, the perpetrator. She stood in the lobby with Alix, Nino, and Max, who all had known about the dinner and agreed to be there to see the two of them off and put Marinette’s worries to rest. The four of them jogged over, Alix smiling and adding her own soft whistle of appreciation.

“You guys look great,” the short skater assured them, taking the time to skate slow circles around them to make sure that nothing was wrong with their outfits. “I think you’ve outdone yourself, Mari! Very cool.”

Alya nodded eagerly, bouncing in place with a wide, beaming smile on her face. “Ah! The both of you look ready to kick ass and woo rich people!” she added. Max pushed his glasses up on his nose with a small grin.

“There is a ninety-five percent chance of your work impressing all of the Waynes,” he said in his own version of encouragement.

“You guys got this!” Nino shot them a thumbs up. “They beat me to all the stuff I wanted to say.”

Marinette beamed, laughing along with her friends as she allowed herself to relax a little. Adrien’s outfit was of her own making, a subtle way for him to rebel since his father had sent him with his own Gabriel brand suit should an appropriate opportunity to wear it come up. Adrien had no plans of ever putting his father’s suit on his body. In an effort to spice up formal men’s wear a bit without making the whole thing white and silver like Gabriel wanted, Marinette had made him a classic silk shirt in black, with short sleeves that fell at that perfect halfway point between his elbow and shoulder. The sleeves had thick cuffs in a dark forest green, with decorative straight stitches on the seams in a bright magenta pink thread. On top of that was a corset-style sleeveless vest with a deep V. The majority of the vest was the same black as the shirt, but with dark green hand-stitched swirls that were just barely bright enough to be contrasted against the black. It created a very subtle pattern that would be hard to see in the wrong lighting, but would make it look that much more expensive and elaborate in the right lighting. The lapel of the vest was in the same dark forest green as the cuffs of his shirt, with a few decorative swirls embroidered on the very corners. The piping of the corset-vest made three curved lines on either side of his waist, curling from mid-rib cage to his waist. It gave him a slightly more feminine twist to his outfit, making his waist look smaller even though it wasn’t actually pulled very tight on him— it was mostly the illusion made by the piping rather than the actual tightness of the garment. The two outside piping lines were done in a magenta pink, while the middle piping line was once again in dark forest green. Unlike most corset-style vests, this one had no buttons or zipper on the front at all. Instead, it was closed only by corset lacing in the back, the laces done in such a dark shade of green that it was almost black, while the eyelets that the laces were threaded through were that same magenta pink as the piping and decorative stitches elsewhere on the outfit. The tie that Marinette had spent so long making sure was straight was almost entirely soft lace, but it was layered in such a way with layers of sheer green and pink lace that it looked like it was a constant swirl of the two colors. If someone got close enough to see the pattern of the lace tie, they would notice that it was a pattern of cats chasing a butterfly.

Underneath the artistic top of the outfit were black dress pants, once again with thick forest-green cuffs on the bottoms. But instead of the decorative stitching, the pant legs flared a bit at the ankles for just a little extra drama. Magenta-pink Oxfords peeked out of the wide cuffs. The green detailing made Adrien’s eyes pop, while the pink accents gave his boyish charm a little more of a feminine touch that almost seemed to highlight his naturally sensitive and charming nature.

In contrast, Marinette wore a sleeveless pink pantsuit. It was the same shade as the pink accents in Adrien’s outfit, and had a built-in corset as well that went only around her natural waist. The corset boning on Marinette was a solid black, while the rest was just the same base pink as the majority of the suit. The black of the boning seemed to flow downwards, changing from boning into thick hand-embroidery in thread of the exact same black. The embroidery flowed down the sides of both legs, in the shape of tree branches and apple blossoms. Pale green accents in the form of swirls at her high neckline and a pale green lace capelet that was the only thing covering her shoulders helped tie her outfit in with Adrien’s. She also wore pale green low kitten heels and her black hair up in a braided bun. With how her pant legs were form-hugging until they flared out slightly at the heel, and the lack of sleeves exposed her toned arms and shoulders and emphasized her strength there without making her look unbalanced or too masculine for the rest of the outfit’s style, she looked ready to rock the business world. Her bright blue eyes clashed with the green details of the outfit just enough to bring attention to them, assuring that people who met her eyes would not be able to easily look away.

The quick snap of a phone’s flash went off, drawing everyone’s attention to Madame Bustier. She was beaming at all of them, and had just taken a picture of her two students all dressed up. She waved her phone happily. “I’m sending this picture to the both of you. I’m so proud of you guys!” she gushed.

Marinette and Adrien both blushed deep red, shifting in their spots. They were confident in their looks, and Adrien was just as proud of his pseudo-sister, but neither of them was very good at handling so much positive attention aimed only at them. Especially not from their extremely sincere friends and teacher.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng?” An older gentleman with a British accent turned everyone’s attention to him. The first thing Marinette thought was that he had kind eyes. He also had soft wisps of white hair on his head, carefully trimmed and slicked back. Of course, Marinette and Adrien also couldn’t miss the high quality and perfect press of his carefully maintained suit. Once he had shown all the proper credentials to Madame Bustier, he introduced himself to the two well-dressed teens with a shallow bow. “I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler for Wayne Manor. I am to escort the both of you there for supper tonight.”

“Oh! Thank you so much, Monsieur Pennyworth,” Marinette said, walking up and shaking his hand. Adrien was right by her side the whole time, matching her smile watt for watt and shaking Alfred’s hand with just as much enthusiasm.

“Yeah, thank you for having us over. I know it was technically Bruce who invited Marinette, but you’re probably the one that has to do all the work. So, thank you. We really appreciate it,” he told the man sincerely. Alfred’s answering smile was soft, almost fond.

“Yes, I admit I am in charge of most of the work for tonight. But you shouldn’t worry, it’s no different from any other day at the manor,” he said lightheartedly, a little bit of good natured snark shining through his otherwise proper behavior— “Every last one of the Waynes would die in less than a week without me to keep everything in order,” he joked. “Allow me to lead you to the car.”

Marinette and Adrien followed behind Alfred. She didn’t know if it was the calming aura he put off, or if it was the gentle way his eyes sparkled that made her want to look after him. But whatever it was, she found herself wanting to protect this kind old man already. Which is why her eyebrows slightly pinched together. Before climbing inside the luxurious town car he had brought for them, she couldn’t help but turn to Alfred and ask;

“I hope you aren’t overworked. I don’t want to overstep, Monsieur, but isn’t the Wayne family rather large for one person to look after on their own?”

Alfred laughed gently at that, his eyes once again softening. “Do not worry about me, Miss Dupain-Cheng. They are family to me. And though, yes, you are correct in assuming they are a handful, they are also wonderful people. They help me where they can, but taking care of themselves is not their forte. Being able to do that for them is my greatest joy.”

The wrinkles in Marinette’s brow smoothed out and she smiled. “That’s so sweet. You’re making me want to meet them all even more.”

Something about that twinkle in Alfred’s eye made her feel like he was laughing at some joke she didn’t hear. “I’m sure all of you will get along swimmingly.”

—*—*—*—*—*

“I FOUND HER FIRST!”

Alfred had barely opened the manor’s doors to let Marinette and Adrien inside before the chaos started. Or rather, before they were let in on it— it seemed as if the chaos had already been going on for a while.

Jason skidded across the floor in a mad dash, having to grasp the doorframe he was running out of so that he could turn the corner sharply and veer towards them.

“Tell them, Marinette! I found you first, you’re my sister now, don’t fall for any of their Jedi mind tricks!”

Marinette just blinked, a little caught off guard. It hadn’t exactly sunk into her head until right that moment that ‘Wayne Family dinner’ would include Jason. Her mind was still catching up to the fact that she was seeing him out of his security guard uniform for the first time. He wasn’t dressed up at all, in a well-loved brown leather jacket over a white shirt and dark wash jeans. He still had his motorcycle gloves on. Marinette looked down at first herself, then Adrien.

“Are we overdressed?” She asked with a grimace. Jason huffed.

“Of course not, you guys look amazing! But seriously, tell them that I claimed you as my sister first and none of them are half as cool as me.”

Marinette and Adrien traded glances before laughing together.

“If we’re being technical here,” Adrien drawled mischievously as he straightened out his vest. “I met Marinette first, and she adopted me as her brother long before we met any of you,” he pointed out with a sharp grin.

“Ha!” a younger man laughed pointedly, following after Jason. The newcomer was dressed more formally, in a dress shirt under a very luxurious looking burgundy designer sweater. Under that, he wore black perfectly-pressed slacks and nondescript oxfords. His collar showed signs of housing a tie earlier, but he had clearly taken it off sometime earlier. His hair hung slightly long, framing his face with two long locks while the back of his hair slightly stuck up in all directions in natural tufted curls. Like Jason, his hair was jet black and he had bright blue eyes. He was also about half Jason’s size, much shorter and leaner than his adoptive brother. “He’s got you there, idiot,” he snarked smugly at Jason before turning to the two guests. “Miss Dupain-Cheng, Mister Agreste. I’m Tim Drake-Wayne, it’s nice to finally meet both of you,” he introduced himself as he walked over to shake their hands. “And your outfits are amazing! Did you make them, Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

“Marinette,” she corrected with a lopsided grin. “My last name is a mouthful, and I prefer to just go by Marinette anyway. And yes, I made both of these outfits before we left Paris,” she admitted, trying her best to seem professional. She had already ruined her chances of that with Bruce and Jason, but this time she was prepared!

“They are just as impressive as the rest of your work that I’ve seen. And call me Tim, it’s only fair,” and then he smiled.

Damn his boyish grin. He wasn’t someone Marinette had a crush on— he wasn’t her type— but damn he was unfairly charismatic and charming. His smile temporarily short circuited her brain. That was exactly the kind of boyish smile that had started her crush on Adrien, and that she was unfairly weak for. Now she felt a deep-seated urge to protect this boy and his smile or so help her, someone would be sent to the ER if he was hurt and it wasn’t gonna be her. And she didn’t try to dissuade herself from that strong protective urge, her mother had already assured her that all the Waynes were trustworthy and that Tim in particular shared a lot of her bad habits. She could allow this little bit of vulnerability. Hopefully.

“... I’ve only known you for two minutes, but if anything happened to you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” she breathed. Adrien elbowed her hard, making her yelp.

“You said that out loud Mari,” he deadpanned. A deep flush immediately came over her face, and she covered her mouth with both hands.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry— but you— just forget I said anything. Please!”

Tim was visibly shocked, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Jason snorted, overcoming his own brief moment of shock pretty easily.

“Careful there,” Jason chided good-heartedly. His gaze met Marinette’s with a slight weight in it though. “You barely know the guy. He’ll annoy you out of your mind soon enough.”

Marinette caught the hint, wincing and changing the subject. Jason could see that she had done exactly as her mother had warned— she had gotten attached to Tim almost immediately. And while he wanted to believe Marinette when she said that the same wouldn’t happen with Joker, that she was not going to repeat her mother’s mistakes…

He couldn’t help but worry. Joker was a slippery bastard, and good at getting past people’s defenses.

Tim eventually led them all to the dining room, where several people were already sat waiting for them.

“We decided it would be best if we didn’t all swarm you at the door,” Tim explained, grinning at her kindly. “Take a seat wherever you want, Alfred is probably going to be done with dinner soon.”

Marinette and Adrien both nodded, going to sit by each other’s side. Adrien put his hand on her knee when they sat down, and traded a meaningful look with her.

“Calm down,” he whispered. “We’re not in Paris. And if you slip, I’ll catch you. Promise.”

Marinette’s shoulders relaxed a little. Yeah, she could trust Adrien to make sure she didn’t slip up too much. Get too careless. He’d watch her back like she did for him. She’d be okay. They’d both be okay.

“Thanks, Adrien. I needed that.”

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[im-a-lil-simp]

Hi can I request a realistic/L'manberg AU with techno? I just want some fluff about how the reader put on techno's cape and pretending to be him and noticing that he's been watching them the whole time

Warmth (Technoblade x Reader)

Okay so I'm not the best at realistic AUs like this, but the request was so cute and I absolutely love it. I will be trying to pump out a lot of fics here soon though, you guys filled my ask box very quickly. Thank you so much for that! I had a lot of fun making this, just writing it made me giddy.

It had been a very long trek. Ever since your boyfriend blew up the entire country of L'manburg, you guys had been trying to fly under the radar as much as you could.

Since everyone knew where his secret base was, even his armory, you couldn't really hide too much. Everyone knew that you were dating the ultimate traitor of L'manburg and there was a chance that they might use you to get to him.

When Techno told you that he wanted to move bases, it made you sigh in relief. You wanted both you and him to be as safe as possible. If that meant moving bases, you were more than happy to.

It also meant that maybe the two of you could have a bigger base than the one you were in before. Maybe it meant that you could actually have a double wide bed that could actually fit your giant boyfriend and you at the same time without being uncomfortable.

The entire day beforehand, Techno went out scouting for the new base and where he might want to put it. When he finally decided on an inconspicuous place within a small village, he knew you would like it as well.

That entire day he was gone, you spent packing. Everything that was actually left in the chests got put into bags and ender chests. You tried your best to pack all of it, but you knew that a second trip to gather it would most likely be necessary.

When he arrived, he had you help him load up the horses, though he did the majority of the work. You felt bad for the amount of weight they would be carrying. They would definitely be recieving treats once this was all said and done.

Setting off on the trail to your new hideout, you had no idea what to expect. You didn't however, think it would take so long to get there. By the time you both arrived, it was around sunset and you were yawning on the back of the horse.

You unloaded things into what seemed to be an abandoned library, filling new chests with nothing but the bags that you had brought. You were right when you said you need a second trip.

That night, the both of you stayed in what would eventually be a very nice and elaborate base. But in the morning, you found that the spot next to you was vacant.

You stretched before getting out of bed to find Techno. Walking outside the building, you found him with Carl. He was prepping the horse to go back for the rest of the stuff you had left the day before.

"Wait, let me go get ready and I'll come with you," you said as grogginess nipped at your throat.

"No it's okay. I'd rather let you stay here and rest. Besides, there's not very much left, I can handle it myself."

You wanted to protest, but knew that it would end the same as it always does: with his arguments being the wiser choice and losing your uphill battle.

Settling on seeing him off, you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek (even if you're tall, it'd be kinda funny ngl). He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before climbing onto his horse and setting off into the distance.

Walking back in your abandoned library of sorts, you rested for a bit longer before getting bored of doing nothing. So you decided to fix that.

You had barely sorted anything last night before letting sleep take over, so you guessed that would be your job for the day.

You organized things into specific chests methodically, taking good care not to damage anything, and still going slow enough as to not overwork yourself.

A little while after mid-day, you were nearly done sorting the items that were already there. Most of the chests were organized but you knew that Techno wouldn't let that last very long.

Nearing the end of your sorting, you came across something that you didn't even know existed, even though you packed the bags.

It was a spare cape and crown that you assumed were spares, just in case something happened to the ones he wore the most often.

The crown was beautiful. Similar to the other one, it was made of gold and red jewels rounded the sides of it. It was slightly different in the detailing, but regal none the less.

The cape was another story. While it was still beautiful, it fit a better description. It was made of a velvet type of material that felt smooth between your fingertips. Silky almost, but you could still feel the slight texture of fur. It almost radiated warmth.

Warmth was something that rang bells in your head. The snowy landscape the village rested on was cold, and you were ill-prepared. Sure, you had warm clothes, but not nearly warm enough. And the shelter of your new home only provided shelter from the elements, not so much the cold.

You weren't freezing, but you were not warm.

Deciding that it wouldn't hurt anyone, you pulled the cape out of the bag it was in and threw it around your shoulders. You snuggled into it lovingly.

It was indeed warm. You instantly felt warmer and you almost fell asleep right there. It was a blessing that you were standing up, or surely you would have.

After a couple minutes of relishing in the warmth, you caught a glimpse of yourself in a window. You looked almost as royal as Techno did. It was then that you got another amazing idea.

Digging for the spare crown, you took it in your hands, before gently placing it atop your head, as royalty might. Looking in the same reflection as before, you did a slight curtzy and swished the cape around. You could used to this.

Then you started to say things that Techno might, throwing on an intimidating voice and belting one liners that usually would make you tumble over in laughter.

You were pointing in every direction and placing your hands on your hips matter-of-factly. Taking one last spin around, you spun in a full circle before stopping with the front of your body facing the doorway.

You opened your eyes to see Techno leaned against the doorway with a slight smile on his face. He looked amused.

Your eyes were wide with shock and your face went a shade of red that could match the cape that you were wearing.

How were you gonna explain this to him?

"I- I didn't mean- I was only trying to- ... when did you get here?"

"Since you put the crown on. It was quite cute."

Your face turned a darker shade of crimson as you went to take of the garments.

"No no," he said, walking towards you, "you look like you're having fun."

He adjusted the cape before taking your cheek into one of his palms. His hands were cool to the touch.

"Besides, I could get used to seeing you in my clothes, you look stunning."

He pressed another kiss to your forehead before embracing you in a large hug. Maybe one day you'd marry him and truly become royalty.

[diavolosthots]

It's that time again. Once again i already did Diavolo and you can find his somewhere in the masterlists

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚BARBATOS proposing headcanons ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

What is love 

In all seriousness, he rarely has any time outside of Diavolo, although the Demon Lord insists on Barbatos taking a break. The butler usually declines but that one time he was forced, something good came out of it. 

You. You came out of it. 

You instantly clicked with him and he really appreciated that, although he will admit that he desperately tried to keep your relationship strictly platonic. 

Obviously that didn’t work. Who knew? He didn’t. He should have though considering he can literally see the future, but anyway. 

He’s a very easy going guy outside of his job and contrary to popular belief, he absolutely loves to have fun. Except that his type of fun is like… ballroom dancing and knitting, sometimes painting, or inline skating. He’s also a very talented ice skater. Some people may find that boring or emasculating, but you just… take him for it and sometimes you join him. 

Hell, one of his fondest memories with you is you two putting on roller skates and skating through the kitchen while simultaneously cooking. It ended in a small mess but it was absolutely worth it. 

You remind him on those fun days that brighten even the darkest of nights. Of course, you were also worth an immense amount to him, which is why he chose a gold ring that had vines going around the band, small diamonds in between, and a nice, oval aquamarine stone in the center. It kind of matches his hair and he’s proud of that, you know? 

He’s also not really nervous about this

Being able to see the future allowed him to see that you did indeed say yes to him so he’s less than worried

That doesn’t mean he won’t go all out though

As a matter of fact, he kicked Diavolo out of the castle for the evening. Yes. HE kicked out DIAVOLO out of his own castle 

Or in short he’s paying Lucifer to keep the guy busy for at least three hours haha

Anyway, he prepared a nice, fancy meal for the two of you and then set up a little outside area with fairy lights and candles and freshly cut flowers. Nothing but the best for his favorite person.

He also has a little present ready. Just a simple gold bracelet with the infinity symbol in the middle. Forever and always, right?

The food was delicious, as was to be expected. After all, it was made by Barbatos so you couldn’t really complain, could you? 

“Allow me to speak, (Y/N).” You only giggled at him, taking his hands in yours, careful not to mess up any of the food or decorations on the table. “When do I not allow you to do that?”

But he just has to be sure that he has all of your attention, you know? 

“There’s a reason I brought you out here tonight. Besides being blessed with your beautiful presence, I would also like to gift you something.” A frown appeared on your face as you held up the arm with the bracelet. “You already did.”

“Yes, but something else. Something way more important for the both of us.” He could sense that he was worrying you so he quickly continued, slowly pulling out the ringbox out of his pocket and opening it. No need to get on one knee; you would’ve pulled him back up again anyway. He saw it.

 “You know, I have served more than just the Young Master. I have lived far longer than he, and I’m almost older than even his father, the Demon King, but in all of my time here, past, present, and future, I have never met someone who had me quite as smitten as you. Your easy going nature mixed with your sense of humor is sure to bring me out of my shell even on the darkest of days. The Devildom is not just filled with fun times and extravagant things, I’m sure you’re aware of that. However, even if it isn’t… you make it seem like it is. You make me want to try more things, to get out of the castle and even defy my Lord sometimes… I have never done that before. I don’t want to lose this newfound sense of self, (Y/N), and I certainly don’t want to lose the thrill, the love, that you are giving me. Please, my dear (Y/N), will you marry me?”